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comfortless · 1 month

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what's ur most unconventional Headcanon? like ones you have that most of the fandom doesn't agree with. mine is that I don't think h's 6'10, in my mind he's closer to 6'6 or 6'7. Also I don't think he would be the most caring bf 😶😶 like not abusive or anything, but to me he will almost always prioritize himself in the long run

HA… well….. i do not think any of mine are too strange! but i can not ever shush when someone has lent an ear to listen!!

warning for nsfw content, mentions of injury, and unhealthy relationship stuff below the cut.

i agree with you about his height. he’s significantly taller than Simon, but i would place him at 6’7”-6’8” max. i’m no health or military expert, but i do not think that he could do the work that he does efficiently if he were a complete Goliath. he would stand out so easily! and there are a slew of issues that can stem from someone being “too tall”. he probably doesn’t have the best posture, either.

i love the conventionally attractive, long-haired König headcanons, they’re fun! but ultimately… very, very unrealistic for my interpretation of König. i tend to side with Salome and Ghost when it comes to their takes on how he actually looks under the hood. his character description suggests that his face is scary, and judging by the game that he’s in, i do not think that the other operators are going to find some goth guy nor… Jim Boeven… to be worthy of such a rumor!

König’s face is always going to be a fluctuating thing for me, heavily dependent on the setting/time period i’m shoving him into or reading about. the thing that’s stuck with me however has always been facial scarring!! where he got it? who knows… i mentioned it on my headcanons post, but the cause is just as changing as his appearance.

i like the thought of him being a little different looking: crooked teeth, pockmarks, maybe a harelip or a broken nose, burn scars, something. maybe his hair is so light it simply looks as if he doesn’t have eyebrows. maybe a combination of all of those things! the less conventionally attractive the better, it’s not his face that had us scrambling from the rafters with our hearts in our hands, after all. though i am and always will be a glitched default face model König defender. it’s just so unbearably adorable to think of that soft, sad-eyed face making that much noise while he’s rushing around in battle. ):

and though i believe he would have the best intentions at heart… you are right, he is likely a very selfish lover. still hopelessly devoted and needy, but he would be the king of double standards. most decisions are made with his preferences in mind, and the bullying has stuck with him. König is insecure as hell when it comes to anything but his skills in killing or bashing through a door.

he likes the idea of you dressing up for him, but he’s also actively pulling up your dress/top to hide your cleavage if he even thinks another man may have glanced your way. yet… he will go to the gym shirtless, and if other women happen to ogle him, well it’s just fine because he didn’t notice them anyway.

you don’t like the house you’re living in when you move in together? well he does, you’re staying… he’ll just fix it up a little to better suit your needs. even if he screws up setting up a new counter or painting, that can all be fixed.

you want to go out with your friends? he should be allowed to come with you… spending time with you makes him happy. why wouldn’t you want him to come too? yet, when he wants time alone to focus on his aim, decompress with a book, or mess around with a vehicle or a house project, you’re expected to leave him be.

he’s too blunt about what he does for work, doesn’t bat an eye when he tells you he put a bullet through someone’s head and watched the spray. he’s so used to it, it doesn’t even faze him anymore, but… you don’t want to hear about it? oh that must mean you think he’s something filthy or worse. he’s not going to cry, but he might bring it up when you tell him about something you enjoy.

just ridiculous, petty things that would drive most up a wall, but he’s firm in whatever he decides. there’s always a little room for compromise, but not much without an argument.

he has his savings account and the house is in his name in case you decide to leave. it would gut him, of course, but a part of him also expects it.

he’s not above begging for you to stay, trying any way that he can to convince you, but… he’s never expected to have things handed to him easily. his childhood wasn’t the best, why would his adulthood be any better? the way he sees it is simple: he doesn’t hit you, his cock and heart are reserved solely for you, if you can’t love him enough to stay, then… maybe you’re not any different from the people he’s known before.

he’s self aware enough to know he can be a complete arschloch, thinks with his cock more than his brain, but he’s completely lost when it comes to matters like love. he wants to console you when you cry, when you’re angry, but asking you a dozen times just why you feel such a way while squishing you into a too-tight embrace doesn’t help much. his search history is filled with things like “why is my girlfriend mad at me” or “how to make a woman stop ignoring me”. his communication toward you isn’t great, but he tries in his own way. very easy to break an argument up when he tells you some silly, scripted thing like, “I’m here for you. I’m listening.” when under normal circumstances he’s staring at you with wide-eyes and swallowing hard the very second you seem a little ruffled. you tell him to stop reciting some guide he read online, and he’s immediately worried sick you’re going to think him a complete fool, in utter denial about ever having searched something like that up.

can’t see him as being god’s gift to women in the bedroom at all. König has probably watched a lot of porn. he doesn’t care for the scripted, practiced stuff, but his tastes have always been a little odd. the amateur, solo stuff is what piques his interest the most. he knows a vibrator can make a woman come, knows that a dildo can be nice too if she sets the pace. what he’s watched with a proper couple, well… the men are always smaller than him. the terms and dynamics are lost on him, he knows what a safe word is and that he should be a gentleman and make sure his partner finishes too, but each time that’s happened has been a miracle really. he’s not a virgin, but he’s never had a partner long enough to bother learning. if he can make you feel good and vice versa, that’s enough, right..?!

he’s not going to bludgeon you with his dick, he knows he’s a bit too big and thick to just fuck you recklessly, but often times he does get excited or fretful— too deep or too shallow, flicks your clit like it’s indestructible or keeps his head between your thighs waaay after you’ve already come. he’ll stop when you ask, when you’re teary eyed and overstimulated repeating the ridiculous German word he makes you use. not above begging you to use your hand on him instead, though…

switching positions is difficult if you’re a lot smaller than him. he’s not against having you on your knees, but he wants to be so close, pant into your ear about how good you feel, smother you with his weight all the while. missionary is a nightmare because he’s drooly and comes far too quickly when he can see your face and overpower you like this, cue further squishing even after he’s done; you’re likely going to be lying beneath him all night. cowgirl seems to work best, though he’s a bit too fond of having your tits so accessible - expect biting!!

when i try to think of König with any sort of hobby my mind just blanks. i think he would try a lot, but never stick to one thing! he’s got a few sporadic collections, but nothing he keeps up with to the same caliber as his guns and knives. books are often half-finished these days, keeping focused long enough to sit through a puzzle or the like is rare. definitely longs to have something for comfort that isn’t some winding trail to no where or suffocating you in himself to just have a hint of what it feels like to be entirely happy and ‘normal’.

he’s become a bit of an amalgamation of all of the things he liked as a child: knights with their swords he thinks of as his knives, deities with bolts of thunder cascading from their hands like the bullets from his guns, loves in the way he read men of myths fall in love - utterly unfathomably devoted but always the leader… if he could he would probably whisk himself and the object of his affection to another place entirely where he could be someone deserving: someone who’s loved despite the way that he looks or behaves, someone who’s never had to question what love was at all.

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yoitsjay · 4 months

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(This is a screenshot of the original ask because for some reason my drafts glitched out and instead of editing the tumblr it posted it when it wasn't ready and I had to delete it, so whoever requested this I am sorry! And I hope you read this and like my story!

Cuddle Buddies

Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley x M!reader

Summary: you and Simon have always had your differences, but the one thing you did have in common was the fact that you couldn't go to sleep without being in each other's arms every night. So, you and him made a habit of cuddling every night.

Warnings: fluff, touch starved? Confessions

Word count: 1621

December had settled in after a long and dreadful November, luckily enough for the soldiers, December was their month off from work. Some soldiers left, Soap went away for a bit to spend Christmas with his family, he had invited you and Ghost but you didn't Really know soap that well so you declined. You had been a recruit for the 141 for about a year before you finally “graduated” in the eyes of the team and became their combat medic. Your family lived all the way up in Northern Canada and you were all the way in London so there was no cheap way to see them, so instead you stayed on base and face timed with your family.

It was the day before Christmas eve and you were on the phone with your mother, it was late, maybe about 11 pm for you whilst it was much earlier for your family as there was a 7 hour time difference. It was just you, Ghost and a few recruits on base so it was very quiet, quiet enough that you could hear a pin drop from another room entirely. So when you heard footsteps approaching your barracks you said some goodbyes To your family and promised to call them for Christmas.

You set your phone down on your night table after the call ended, running a hand through yours freshly washed hair, it had definitely been a while since you really had a good scrub down so the shower you had taken the night before really made you feel good…

A sudden knock on your door broke you from your thoughts and you stood up from your bed, making your way to the door before opening it. And much to your unsurprise it was a recruit. “Sir- Ghost asked me to fetch you, he's in his quarters.” the recruit relayed before walking away. A sigh escaped your lips and you returned back to your bed, grabbing your phone before heading towards Ghosts bedroom.

See, for months you and Ghost teased each other back and forth, at first he was just straight up bullying and you wouldn't react, but as soon as you hit the three month mark of being a rookie, which was typically where rookies bailed, you started reciprocating the same energy back to Ghost and he took that as a personal challenge, so whenever you were around each other you would bicker and insult each other.

However one night during a game of very drunk poker, you had passed out against Ghost and he had taken you to your room to sleep, however you wouldn't let him go, and that started your almost daily routine. When everyone else was asleep Ghost would send a recruit for you or send you a text, and the moment you entered his room you were in his bed. It was nothing sexual, intimate but not sexual. But every night you and Ghost would hold each other, and on bad nights you would cradle him to your chest and tell him stories to make him forget about whatever dream or nightmare had plagued him that night.

Tonight was no different. You were cuddle buddies now, supposedly.

Or maybe it was different.

When you reached his bedroom you had heard some shuffling from behind the door, followed by a grunt and a curse from the British man's lips. You raised an eyebrow, knocking on the door to alert him of your presence. “Ghost? You're gonna let me in or what?” You asked in a joking tone. “Hold on! Wait a minute.” He replied back to you and some more shuffling could be heard before finally Ghost opened the bedroom door a few minutes later. However before you could see what he was doing Ghost tied a blindfold around your eyes. You jolted at the sudden blindness and the larger man let out a soft apology, taking one of your hands in his while his other hand went to your hip as he guided you into his room, making you stand in a certain spot before he closed the bedroom door and came back to you, gently untying the cloth around your eyes.

When you saw what he had done to his bedroom your jaw was on the floor. He had candles lit and strewn about the room, his bed was neatly made (which it never is) but on top of that there was a large tray of your favorite food. But that wasn't even the most shocking thing. Ghost was standing in front of you in just a T-shirt and sweats, he had his Balaclava on of course but no black makeup surrounded his eyes. You could also see the tattoo on his arm alot better and honestly you loved it. You had a few tattoos of your own but not a sleeve.

“Ghost wha-”

“Simon.” He blurted out, his eyes reflecting nervousness almost as he looked at you. His interruption baffled you as you blinked at him once before opening your mouth again to speak. However once again he beat you too it.

“call me Simon. Please.” He muttered to you, clearing his throat before grabbing your hand and leading you to his bed. He sat you down, pushing the tray towards you. He was quiet, more quiet than usual. He always had something smart to say but- not now. “Simon.” You whispered, and watched as he visibly got shivers by you just saying his name. You grabbed the tray of your favorite food, scooping up some of it on a spoon as you took a bite. This wasn't store bought, but homemade.

Your eyes went wide at the realization and you stared at Ghost- Simon. “Did you- did you make this?” You asked him, and all he did was nod. You could see him fidgeting, but he quickly tore your attention away from that as he spoke up again. “If you don't like it you don't have to eat it-”

You quickly interrupted him before he could say anything more, shaking your head. “No Simon it's delicious. I cant- I can't believe you remembered me ramble about this dish- how did you even find the recipe?” You asked, taking another bite from the dish, well- more than one, you were absolutely devouring this dish. “I uh- I found your moms Facebook and I contacted her for the recipe. She's a very kind woman- gave it to me immediately…” He trailed off, watching as you devoured the meal.

You finished it quickly, placing the food tray on Simon's bedside table before turning to him again. However instead of saying anything you pulled him into a crushing hug. Which he actually reciprocated. “Thank you Simon.” You whispered.

You don't know why he had done all of this for you, but as you and him lay down together and you rest your head on his chest, you can hear just how much his heart is racing, even hearing it skip a beat when you adjust your hand or touch his chest. Was he sick? You had no clue.

Silence filled the room, it wasn't comforting, no the way Simon was acting, or more so how he wasn't acting was off-putting. So you abruptly sat up, shifting your body so you now sat atop his lower abdomen. You stared down at him into his widened eyes, and you huffed. “Spill it Riley, what's got you so weird today? Are you sick or something?” You asked him, leaning forward as you placed your hands on his face to try and feel if he had a fever or something. Simon then grabbed your wrists, keeping you in place as he stared up at you, but in one swift motion you were on your back and he was on top of you, his face extremely close to yours, Close enough to feel his breath filter through the mask and fan across your face. It smelt like mint, and chocolate. “Simo-”

you couldn't even blurt out his full name as he pulled the mask up over his nose and he kissed you, moving his hands from your wrist to your hips instead. You were in shock, eyes wide and lips somewhat Agape. He pulled away after a few minutes, his expression now worried that he pushed you too far. “Y/n?” He called out your name, squeezing your hip gently.

You blinked once… twice… you looked up at him as you licked your bottom lip, taking the remnants of whatever lip chap he had on. You sucked in a deep breath, moving your hand up to his bare cheek. He flinched slightly, but didn't pull away as you gently felt the lower half of his face, your hand traveling to the nape of his neck where you rested your hand there for but a moment before pulling him against your lips again, reciprocating the kiss that he had given you less than a minute ago.

Simon melted into your touch as he held you and kissed you, hundreds of bottled up feelings smashing into you like the dam that held it all in broke. After a few moments he pulled back, staring into your eyes. No words needed to be said, and this time he got comfortable beside you with his face pressed to the crook of your neck, his mask was still up over his nose, which was good enough for you.

His arms around your waist, his face against your neck and the feeling of his hot breath against your skin, combined with the food you had ate had started to make you sleepy. And within moments you had drifted off with Simon following suit.

Cuddle Buddies indeed.

#fanfiction #cod ghost #cod modern warefare 2 #simon riley x male reader #ghost x reader #ghost x male reader #simon riley x reader #call of duty: moderm warefare 2 #simon ghost riley #male reader

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love-fictional-ppl · 1 month

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Petite!fem!reader w/ a high metabolism

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Summary: this is part 2 to a request. reader goes off on “almond mom” for judging her for eating while out w her man🤞

Pairings: Sabo x reader, Trafalgar D. Water Law x reader

Warnings: language, Karens, mentions of sex, drinking, food (obviously), characters are kinda ooc

A/N: this was requested so long ago and I genuinely feel horrible for how long you have had to wait for a part 2. I hope that you atleast enjoy this @babbiebooc

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Sabo:

Tbh he finds it cute

Is that bitch that compares it to his little brother

Will ask you if you ate or if you’re hungry

Doesn’t fuss too much about your eating since he knows you can handle yourself

The revolutionary army had sent troops to an island village. You and Sabo at the moment had plenty of downtime.

“Sabooooo, I’m hungryyyy,” you whine.

“Let’s go get a bite to eat then,” Sabo replies. Wandering around looking for a tavern or restaurant, you finally spot a tavern.

You and Sabo find a spot to sit, out of the way but able to observe who came in and out. You were especially hungry today having ate nothing all day. You decided you didn’t mind spending money since you had just gotten paid.

Sabo ordered himself something to eat and a drink. You both chat and enjoyed your food and each other’s presence.

After a moment you noticed the slight frown on Sabo’s face. You sat and listened for a second and heard a woman talking with her family.

“It baffles me how some women can’t even have the decency to use proper table manners in front of their men,” you were fuming hearing her words.

Before you could do anything, Sabo spoke up, “And it baffles me you don’t even have the decency to talk about somebody you don’t know out of earshot.”

The woman looked flushed and overall embarrassed, nonetheless she went back to eating silently this time.

You couldn’t help feeling butterflies after seeing Sabo stick up for you.

“You know, that was really hot,” you told him.

“Was it?” He responded, cheeky.

“Why don’t we head on out of here?”

Sabo didn’t respond, he simply set down a sack full of berries to pay. He then, grabbed your hand pulled you and dragged you out the place.

Trafalgar D. Water Law:

He doesn’t really care honestly

In his opinion eating is healthy therefore if you wanna eat a entire buffet, knock yourself out

He only finds it odd that you eat so much but barely put on 2 pounds

Thinks ur stomach is a wormhole

You were hungry and wanted to get something to eat, Law originally wasn’t gonna come but then after 10 minutes he decided to join you.

You browsed the market set up in the town considering cooking something yourself, then you spotted a restaurant with the best looking desserts.

Law wandered off to go find a bar but promised he would return. In the meantime you decided to order yourself almost the entire menu.

While you were busy chowing down on a chocolate cake u hear a woman talking a few little girls. Maybe her daughter and her friends?

You hear the withered looking woman say, “You see how she’s sitting alone, that’s for a reason. Eat like that and you’ll be just like her when you’re big girls.”

You started tearing up out of frustration. “Actually you witch, there’s a reason why I eat the way I do. And I’m not alone, thank you very much, I have a boyfriend who will be here any minute. When he does get here me and him will be leaving to go have sex, have a good day.” You slammed the money on the table, oblivious to the fact Law had just witnessed the whole thing.

You heard Law say something like stupid cunt and turned around to see him glaring at the woman.

You almost started sobbing out of relief to see him. Law stared back at you with a relaxed smile and calmly asked, “so are we gonna go have sex?”

Laughing uncontrollably, you reply, “hell yes.”

Smiling like idiots, you walk back to the ship hand in hand.

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A/N: ok so I was gonna include kid but my tumblr is glitching where every time I save the draft it deletes his part😭😭

#one piece sabo #one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgardwaterlaw #revolutionary sabo #flame emperor sabo #sabo x reader #one piece law #trafalgar d law x reader

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katthyacinth · 1 month

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Voxs "Buisness Meeting"

Vox asks the reader to meet him purely to discuss her contract and "business" but we all know that ain't true.

A day after your music video shoot with vox tek and brief encounter with the overlord himself you get a message from your assistant.

-Ma'am Mr. Voxs assistant has informed me your meeting with Vox has been finalized for Thursday 7pm. Ok then thanks Nessi!-

Your heartbeat sped up as you read the text it was nerve racking to say the least. this was the CEO of the company you worked for and one of the most powerful overlords who last time you spoke he casually mentioned he killed the camera guy who made you have to do the reshoot in the first place.

Quite frankly you were scared, scared of the powerful man he was you weren't afraid to admit that. However a thought you were afraid to have was to think about the way he had towered over you, the claustrophobic yet comforting feeling when he walked you onto set. Unlike your horrible ex, you felt safer when you felt the electric buzz radiating from his body. You stop your thoughts and sit up. Preparing yourself mentally for Voxs business meeting.

Vox stood in the penthouse looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows over the Vees empire. He was the most powerful person in hell but why did hesitation flash in his mind when he thought about you. He could control everything and everyone in hell but you. You refused a soul contract you were free, and you couldn't be controlled in fact, he thought you might have some demon power to control others like he did. That didn't frighten him though because he was still an overlord and you were still nothing, right?

The elevator bell dinged and he watched as you walked out. The outfit you had on shared a similar shade of blue to that of his own, he wondered if you did it on purpose. Of course, you couldn't have, right? He needed to get out of his head he was the one with the power.

"Ah siren lovely to see you please sit." He gestures as he walks over to the living area of the penthouse.

You both sit and you staighten your back in anticipation, hands in your lap, as you nervously wait for him to speak.

"Now because your contract with Velvet isn't soul binding I have some things I would like to discuss. " his voice was low, there was no more sickly sweet tone to it only a slight sinister sound.

"I want to make sure you wont betray us, or leave us, I mean why would you want to right? we have given you everything, You can trust us" as he spoke his eye changed, his pupil became a red and black swirl and odd color as you looked at it quizicly.

"I mean of course? So does that mean you have more stuff you want me to sign?" you ask confused. His expression glitches for a second as he clears his throat taken aback for some reason.

Nothing Happened

"close my dear, I want collatoral. Tell me a secret. Or give me something that means much to you." he regains his composure smirking.

"ah so blackmail?" you raise your eyebrow scoffing slightly.

"this is hell my dear" he responds as you ponder for a moment. You then smile sadly after some time leaning forward to whisper something to him. The proximity makes him shiver slightly. As you finish speaking he smiles, a chesire cat grin.

"That will do doll pleasure doing buisness." he clears his throat his usual chipper demenour returning. "now then I don't think I would be a good host if I didn't offer. The chefs are cooking dinner, care to stay?"

He was esstatic that you agreed. he needed to fish out more info on you no matter what especially after that secret you told him. You had him hook line and sinker you didn't even know. He needed everything there was to know about you.

Unfortunatly he got very little. You spend a tense hour long dinner with the most powerful overlord in the pentagram as you hollowly laugh at his banter. He talks of his company, success overall just himself in an attempt to get some reaction out of you until you finally bid your farewell. When the elevator door finally closes both of you take a sigh. Vox sits back down in the penthouse. Why didn't his hypnosis work? The secret you told him, was that really even true? Who were you really? The chill he felt when you had gotten close to him" He rubbed his temples in frustration at the thought.

You breathe a sigh of relief as the elevator desends back to the lobby. That man, he was indeed quite strange. A million questions swim in your head too, questions that can wait for another day. As you slouch back into the car you cant help but feel your being watched. A feeling that you brush off to deal with another day. Its probably nothing right?

You trust everythings ok

Pt 5 pt 7

#hazbin hotel #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox #vox my beloved #the vees #vox x you

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marvelslut16 · 2 years

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The Accidental Husband II

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader (for now), Billy Hargrove x reader (eventually)

Series synopsis: (Y/N) is all set to marry her high school sweetheart Steve Harrington when a ‘glitch’ in the County Clerk’s computer system says she’s already married to none other than Steve’s high school tormenter, Billy Hargrove. (Y/N) has to jump through hoops to get her annulment papers filed in time for her wedding to the ‘perfect’ man. But will she fall in love with Billy while spending time with him in order to get him to sign the aforementioned papers? Or will she have the ’perfect’ life she’s been planning with Steve since they were in high school?

Word count: 2.7k+

Warnings: Swearing probably. Mentions bulling and beating up. Poor writing. Spoilers for season 3 if you haven’t seen it yet. Steve is OOC to fit with the plot. Spoilers for the movie the accidental husband.

A/N: The reader is a year younger than Billy and Steve. This takes place in 91. After a year I have finally posted the second part to this series. Please let me know if you want to be tagged in it, I have a strict upload schedule for both of my series now.

Part 1

The weeks following the interaction with the lady in the nail salon you don’t think of her once, not even telling Steve that Billy lives near enough to you two that his future wife went to the same salon as you. Your life has been too busy to think about Billy, you have an evaluation coming up at work and Steve keeps evading wedding planning at the last second, leaving all of the decisions up to you. One thing he does decide to do with you for your wedding, is something he’s legally forced to do, which is to obtain your marriage license. You have a day off from work and Steve’s on his lunch break, so you take advantage of the gap in both of your schedules.

Steve is dressed up in a black suit with a forest green tie, and emerald cufflinks, the exact opposite of the boy you fell in love with in high school. On a normal day you would wear a pair of jeans or overalls, a t-shirt, and a cardigan for both work and running errands, but today you're matching Steve in fanciness. You're wearing a gray skirt suit, with a pearl necklace and a pair of pearl earrings- a gift from Steve’s mom on your engagement. The suit is stiff and unbearably itchy, the tweed fabric rubbing your skin raw every time you shuffle or readjust your stance.

After waiting in a line for thirty minutes, with Steve nagging and complaining that it was taking too long every three minutes like clockwork- you finally get called to file for your marriage license. You triple checked this morning to make sure you had all the necessary documentation so it could go as smoothly as possible, but none of that matters now. Not when this isn’t something that can be solved with something as simple as your birth certificate.

“I’m what?” you practically shriek at the poor man sitting across from you, lucky for him he’s behind glass or else you would have lost your senses and climbed over the desk to get a look at his computer yourself.

“You’re already married,” there’s a slight lift to his lip as he reiterates himself, almost as if he’s smug that all of this is happening to you.

“Says who?” you're trembling with an oncoming panic attack so you reach for Steve’s hand, but he’s moved away from you at the news, acting as if you somehow got married behind his back.

“The state of California,” the man deadpans, wanting you to get out of the seat in front of him so he can move onto a new couple.

“That’s impossible,” Steve speaks up, voice oddly controlled. “We’ve been dating since high school, there’s no way she’s married. You must have the wrong (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

You nod frantically to the man, twirling your engagement ring. You can feel the eggs and toast you had for breakfast start to rise from your stomach and up your throat. This couldn’t be happening. You aren’t married, you’re supposed to be marrying the perfect man, your dream man, in two months.

“(Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), born in Hawkins Indiana,” the man says, after typing in your name again and coming up with the same answer.

“How do I fix this?” your voice goes up an octave on the word fix, your breathing picking up and sweat starting to accumulate at your hairline.

“Annulment forms,” he pulls out a giant stack of papers and pushes them through the whole at the bottom of the glass divider. “Both parties need to sign them and then get it notarized, and bring them back.”

“Who’s her husband?” Steve asks gruffly, angry at the situation in front of him and over the fact that he should have been back in the office twenty minutes ago. The guy presses a few more keys before revealing the name of your husband.

“William Neil Hargrove,” you can hear your heart pounding rapidly in your head as the world starts to spin, you think you’re about to faint. This can’t be happening, this is just a nightmare. “You think you’d remember your own husband.”

“What?” the sheer volume of Steve’s holler and the pain the loud sound causes your ears, informs you that this isn’t a nightmare- that this is real and that it’s happening to you. The guy hands you Billy’s address, he’s about a thirty minute drive from your apartment. “Of course he’d live by the beach.”

Steve leaves with a scoff, leaving you to scramble and grab the three hundred pages of paperwork that you and Billy Hargrove would have to fill out. What are the odds that this computer malfunction would have you married to Billy of all people? Maybe it has something to do with Hawkins in both of your records and the two of you going to get marriage licenses around the same time.

“I know a good lawyer,” Steve assures after you’ve walked out of the building.

“That really can’t be necessary, all we have to do is sign the papers and return them,” you try to reason, not wanting to have to deal with any of Steve’s stuffy and judgmental ‘work friends.’

“It is if we have to keep this quiet,” he glares at you and speaks through gritted teeth. “I have an important business deal in the works and I can’t have this mess screwing it up. And I’m sure it won’t look good to your principal, employing a woman who’s dating around while she’s already married.”

“That’s not true and you know it!” the mere accusation from him hurts, whether he meant for it to or not. You’d never do that, you’re not that kind of girl. And if he thinks you're capable of that, does he really know you anymore?

“I know it’s not, but that’s what it looks like (Y/N),” he hails a cab, turning to you and sighing as the yellow car pulls up beside you. “I have to get back to work and you need to go see Billy.”

Steve slides into the cab without another word, slamming the door before you can protest seeing Billy alone. Steve doesn’t even hug you or kiss you goodbye, something he would normally do. Billy is back in your lives for three seconds and he’s already screwing up everything you’ve ever worked for.

You change before you head to see Billy, a skirt suit is definitely not the first impression, or second first impression, you want to make. Deciding on a flowy black sundress with sun flowers all over it, pairing it with yellow and tan wedge sandals- matching the yellow of your shoes to the flowers on the dress. There's a tightness in your stomach the closer you get to his address, if you weren't so angry that you couldn’t get your marriage license an hour ago, you would swear you were actually nervous about seeing Billy again. You used to swear to Steve that you never found Billy attractive, for the sake of your boyfriend’s ego and confidence, but you were lying back then. Even with that ugly mullet Billy was undeniably sexy; the half unbuttoned shirts, the tightness of his jeans that perfectly hugged his ass, and the air of confidence he walked around with made him irresistible.

Upon arriving at Billy’s apartment complex his neighbor informs you that he’s never home during the day, kindly pointing you in the direction of Billy’s favorite beach. Luckily you spot someone who looks eerily similar to the Billy you knew in high school walking into a cute beachside bar, so you don’t have to walk around the beach aimlessly in wedges trying to find the man. Entering the bar you're taken aback by how homey and cutesy it manages to feel; there are strings of little lanterns hanging from the wooden beams above you, tiki torches line the perimeter of the room, surfboards signed by famous surfers are hanging behind the bar like a back splash, and there are two types of seating- on your right are the typical high top tables you see in every bar, the seating on the left are multicolored plastic beach chairs set up sporadically in four inch deep sand. The windows to your right are open, letting in the cool sea breeze and filling the bar with the comforting scent of salt water. The thing you find most notable is something that people would typically not notice, the color of the walls. The walls are lined with fishing nets, life preservers, and even some starfish, so people wouldn’t notice the blue color of the walls, the same blue as your nail polish. Steve would hate this place, or at least the California Steve would hate it, but you love it.

Your eyes dance around the room taking in the beauty of the atmosphere of the bar, before your eyes finally land on Billy. You never imagined you’d see him again and yet he looks just how you’d expect a twenty-something year old Billy to look; he’s cut off his mullet and his hair is far more sunkissed than it was when you knew him, he’s still rocking the half unbuttoned shirt and his jeans still accentuate his ass. The hoop in his ear looks like the same one he wore in high school, but the gold chain around his neck has been traded in for a wood bead necklace. No. he doesn't look like you expected he would, he looks way better, the smirk pulling at his lips as he reaches across the bartop to grab himself a bottle of beer could stop traffic.

After a few seconds of shamefully ogling the man in front of you, you snap yourself out of it and walk towards him with purpose. He doesn’t notice you approaching, too busy talking and joking with the male bartender. Billy seems to be sitting taller, less weight on his soldiers now that he’s away from Neil.

“Billy Hargrove,” you say once you’re standing behind him, even though you had menat it more as a question than a statement. You had an entire thirty minute drive to his apartment and a ten minute walk to the bar, and yet you still couldn’t come up with anything more creative than just his name.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), is that you?” he turns around on his barstool with a look that you can only describe as a smolder.

“The one and only,” you internally cringe at your awkwardness, why can’t you manage to hold a simple conversation with an adult. Then again, there’s nothing simple about the coming conversation.

“My girl said she ran into you while she was gettin’ her nails done,'' his pink lips wrap around the opening of his beer bottle as he takes a swig. “I told her there was no way that little pumpkin ever left Hawkins.”

You glare at Billy at the use of your fathers nickname for you, you hated it to no end and he knew that. Billy would hear you complain to your dad for the nicknames and the hovering he did, just like you heard everything Neil said or did to Billy.

“Moved here the summer after I graduated,” you shuffle your feet awkwardly. “Wanted to get away from all the shit that happens there.”

“You want a beer? Jimmy get her a beer,” he instructs the smiling bartender before you can even open your mouth to respond to the question.

You gratefully take the beer Jimmy pops open for you, it’s cold and refreshing on this warmer than normal spring day. It’s been ages since you’ve last had a beer, probably not since the keg at Tina’s halloween part your junior year. The following year and a half in Hawkins was too hectic to party and drink. After moving to California you didn’t have a drink until you turned twenty one, and by then it was always expensive red wine or fancy champagne at one of Steve’s work parties.

“This beer is fantastic,” it’s a little heavy on the Hops side, but it tastes cheap and perfect. “I haven’t had a beer since we were doing keggers in Hawkins.”

“No shit,” Billy muses, running a hand over his chin as if he were reminiscing the few keggers he went to during his time in Indiana. “So what brings you to this fine institution?”

“Right!” you sit on the bar stool to his right, pulling the annulment papers from the painted canvas bag you grabbed while you went home to change. The bag was a gift from your first ever group of students, back when you were student teaching.

“What’re these?” he asks at the loud thump of hundreds of pieces of papers landing on the wooden bartop.

“Annulment papers,” you let out an uncomfortable laugh. “Funny thing happened when I went to get my marriage license today. They told me I was already married. To you.”

“What are the odds, huh?” he takes another swig of his beer.

“It’s pretty crazy,” you push the papers closer to Billy. “You just need to sign these and you’ll have me out of your hair for the rest of your life.”

“Finish your drink and we’ll catch up,” he gives you one of his perfected smirks. “Then I’ll sign the papers.”

“As long as you sign them,” you sigh and take a swig of your own beer, it soothes the anxiousness rising in you. “I don’t know why you want to catch up, we barely talked in high school.”

“We can fix that now,” he leans towards you, wetting his plush pink lips with his tongue. “So who’s the lucky son of a bitch you’re gettin’ hitched to?”

“Steve, uh,” you pause wondering how he’ll react to the name, your hand comes up to anxiously rub the back of your neck. “Steve Harrington.”

You watch as the kindish smile he has falls from his face, before he quickly replaces it with a forced one. You still don’t get why he has always hated your future husband. Steve hated Billy because he came to Hawkins fists and words swinging, targeting Steve particularly when he was the most vulnerable. How could Billy’s only motive for attacking Steve be to get popularity?

“You’re still with that pathetic little bitch?” he gives you a look that you can only describe as disappointed. But why? Why does he care, all he needs to do is sign the damn papers and you both can marry the loves of your lives.

“Hey now! Steve is a caring man, one that can provide for me, that’ll take care of me.”

“Well ain’t that just love,” he scoffs. “Providing for ya ain’t love, it’s the least his pathetic ass can do, especially after what happened at the mall.”

You tense at his words, trying to ignore the memories that his comment has stirred up. You don’t respond, focusing on the label of your beer bottle instead, pulling at the edge of the label that was already starting to peel back before you ever touched it. You clear your throat before taking a large gulp of your beer, you can practically hear Steve and his mother telling you how unladylike you look at that moment.

“Can I have a shot?” you ask Jimmy, who’s been quietly and awkwardly lurking on the other side of the bartop. “I really don’t care what it is, as long as it’s strong.”

He looks a little apprehensive at your request, granted it is a little early in the day to be pounding back shots, and to an outsider the mere mention of a mall shouldn’t want to make someone drink. But Billy nods at him, so Jimmy complies, grabbing a clear liquid from the top shelf and pouring me a larger shot than you would get at any other bar.

The rest of the day is a blur of shots and talking to Billy about everything that has happened to you since you last saw him. You tell him things that you would never tell him if not in a tipsy haze. Like how you haven’t been back to Hawkins since moving away, or that one time at a college party you got drunk after a fight with Steve and made out with a random couple, even telling him that life with Steve is boring and monotonous- something you’ve never been able to admit before. The last thing you remember is hanging off of Billy and singing ‘Rock You Like a Hurricane’ way off key to him and the rest of the bar- now full of patrons being that it is now close to midnight.

@justfangirlthingies @mysterious-adventurer @obsessedsadgirl

#billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x you #billy stranger things #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove imagine #steve harrington

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*ੈ✩ aeferkssr masterlist

❥ SERIES

— FUNKY LITTLE SELF INSERT VOICELINES ; a collection of character voicelines with a reader insert

aether mond.

aether liyue.

aether inazuma.

aether sumeru.

xiao.

— MOVIE MOMENTS ; various movie scenes with genshin impact characters

aladdin!aether

howl!albedo

prince eric!kazuha (coming soon!)

❥ MULTI SCENARIOS

— HAPPY LANTERN RITE ; spending lantern rite with aether, xiao, and ganyu

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— MWAH! A KISS ON THE CHEEK! ; aether, albedo and hu tao giving and receiving kisses

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— INATTENTIVE READER HEADCANNONS ; how bennett, chongyun and xingqiu would treat a reader who is easily distracted

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— MEETING YOUR PARENTS ; the memebers of the fanmade group 5nemo meet your parents for the first time

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— GENSHIN LOVER PROMPTS ; various characters as different relationship prompts

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— COOKING BY THE BOOK ; making meals with aether, thoma and gorou

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— DUMB CONVERSATIONS, WE LOOSE TRACK OF TIME ; collab with @/crowxnie. falling out of love with xiao, albedo and scaramouche

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— YES OR YES? ; a clever love letter written by a friend trying to set you up with various genshin characters

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— STRESSED READER ; different genshin characters comforting theiur lover as hey deal with stress

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— QUICK MAKEOUYLT SESH' ; making out eith several charas.

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— DREAM SWEET IN SEA MAJOR ; you look quite divine tonight here among these vibrant lights, pure delights surround us as we sail. signed, yours truly, the whale.

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❥ ONESHOTS

— MELTING LOVE ; a collab done with @/pr1nxs. constantly flirting with chongyun may have paid off in the long run

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— INTROVERT!AETHER ; aether being an introvert, living the life of an extrovert

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— BOY, WHAT A DAY ; reader had a bad day at their adventures guild job, and aether is there to cheer them up!

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— ARE YOU LONELY? ; stargazing with aether, based on this side of paradise by coyote theory

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— BUT I LOVED YOU FIRST ; having a crush on kaeya may not be the best thing for angst heart

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— YOU ; a songfic / one-shot with aether written after crying about the fact that the song was so pretty

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— COMFORT FOODS ; you were oh so tired, and thoma made you feel better with his comforting cooking

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— HIS ANGEL EYES ; trying to find kitsune!kazuha to fulfill a wish

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— THERE, WITH HIM, TOGETHER ; throughout the milennia that xiao has lived for, never once have you left his side

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— SO THIS IS CHRISTMAS ; a holiday celebration with your boyfriend, aether, and his family

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— MR TELEPHONE MAN ; you and aether have a project to work on so you two exchanged numbers

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— LOVE GROWS ; aether coming to the realization where he may see you more than just a friend

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— I HATE YOU ; bickering with eula as lovers absolute enemies who will have their revenge

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— YOU’RE SO DREAMY ; heizou heart eyes

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— THE LIGHT-FILLED GAZE OF THE PRINCE OF DARKNESS ; the prince of the abyss looks down upon a lonely soul with an unfamiliar affectionate gaze

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— YOUR YAMHEAD ARC ; you are so madly in love with this boy, oh woe is you!

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— LETS GO BELOW ZERO AND HIDE FROM THE SUN! ; dancing in a snowy feild with aether

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❥ DRABBLES

— AETHER MODERN AU HEADCANNONS ; you and aether in a modern setting (aka going to school etc)

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— ROYAL AU W/ AETHER ; if i ever woke up in a royal au, i hope that aether would be there.

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— PHANTOM THEIF AU ; heizou being a detective idk how to descibe this one

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— EMBARRASSED AETHER ; aether being embarrased to the point where he starts to let some of his elemental power slip...

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— GENSHIN IMPACT VISION HEADCANNONS ; what i think its like to have a vision

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— LOVE CHANGES PEOPLE ; xiao realizes how much he has changed since you two started dating

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— MIDNIGHT RENDEZVOUS ; vampire diluc sucks you(re blood)

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— A CUDDLING HYPOTHESIS ; cuddling albedo but he's overanalysing it

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❥ MISCHELLANIOUS

— GENSHIN IMPACT DR SELF ; stories from when i shifted to genshin impact

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#aeferkssr.mlist

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Let's (re)Read The Wheel of Time! Chapter 5: Winternight

Welcome back to the reread that has caused both my tablet and my fire cube to glitch out in horrible, frustrating ways for no apparent reason! There are many spoilers going forward (like the fact that this will cause me to snap), so if you don't want that sort of thing, run.

In the Two Rivers that often included three or four generations under one roof, including aunts, uncles, cousins, and nephews. Tam and Rand were considered out of the ordinary as much for being two men living alone as for farming in the Westwood.

Makes you wonder what did happen to Tam's family. Presumably there were some deaths (maybe that's why he left the region in the first place; trying to get away from grief), but you'd think he'd have some cousins or something that would merit a mention. Or maybe the al'Thors were incredibly inbred and used to be a Congar/Coplin tier clan until they all died.

“I’ll start some stew for supper. And as long as we’re here, we might as well get caught up on a few chores.”

Already it's the worst Bel Tine ever, but don't worry Rand, it will get worse.

A broad oaken table was the main feature of the room other than the fireplace, a table long enough to seat a dozen or more, though there had seldom been so many around it since Rand’s mother died.

Because of course it's up to women to coordinate social events, even if they're outlanders who don't have the decades of social networking that their husbands do.

I skipped over a whole bunch of chores, btw. It's good scene setting but there's not much else to say about it.

...The Travels of Jain Farstrider sat on the table...

Hi Jain! For the first few books, your own title sounded like something rather old and well-established, The Travels of Marco Polo not as seen by his contemporaries but by the people of the 1500s. Now we know it's actually a very recent tome, not much older than Rand, which means that he's lucky to have a copy at all. Maybe Tam bought it in Illian.

There's actually a lot of domesticity stuff I'm skimming over. It helps set the calm mood that is about to be so violently shattered.

When Tam came back, Rand stared in surprise. A thick belt slanted around Tam’s waist, and from the belt hung a sword, with a bronze heron on the black scabbard and another on the long hilt. The only men Rand had ever seen wearing swords were the merchants’ guards. And Lan, of course. That his father might own one had never even occurred to him.

Of course even before that we get the mounting dread as Tam locks and bars the doors and starts rearranging the furniture.

Rand doesn't recognize the significance of the heron, which is a little odd. You'd think the sign of the blademaster would be exactly the sort of thing that stories would harp on about endlessly, like how Rand never shuts up about his man crush Lan.

“I got it a long time ago,” Tam said, “a long way from here. And I paid entirely too much; two coppers is too much for one of these. Your mother didn’t approve, but she was always wiser than I. I was young then, and it seemed worth the price at the time. She always wanted me to get rid of it, and more than once I’ve thought she was right, that I should just give it away.”

And this right here is virtually all the info we get about what might have happened in the Tam prequel that Jordan wanted to do. Two coppers doesn't seem like anything other than a complete steal for such a valuable blade, but something about Tam's statement makes me wonder if there's a lot more going on than just spending two coppers.

He had always vaguely supposed his father must have gone outside—his mother had been an outlander...

Shame that in all your years you never asked your dad about how he met your mother. Usually we get some kind of nod about how "Father never spoke of Mother" in these kinds of stories but Jordan's never actually said that and Tam seems quite open and supportive so it's just odd, like his lack of any relatives in the area. I will now endeavor to never think of these incongruities again because they don't really matter, they're just the kind of thing that you look back on make you go, "Oh yeah, these guys are fictional and not real people".

Then the Trollocs show up!

Rand felt the beginnings of an odd sort of relief. Whoever this was, it was not the black-cloaked rider.

Welp, Rand's gone into shock. Thankfully he snaps out of it and...

The creature roared, part scream of pain, part animal snarl, as boiling water splashed over its face.

Even in the first book the Trollocs are getting punked. This is only a distraction before Tam actually takes it down, but still.

Shadows, he told himself. Only shadows.

Yes Rand, the Shadow has finally come for you. Save this feeling that it's a completely inconsequential copy of what's real and true; it'll help you later. (Sadly, he will not.)

“They’re coming in the back!” The words came out in a croak, but at least they came out. He had not been sure they would. “I’m outside! Run, father!”

He starts and ends on good notes, but when you're being hunted by the forces of darkness you never give away your position even a little.

In mid-stride Tam whirled, not running toward Rand, but at an angle away from him. “Run, lad!” he shouted, gesturing with the sword as if to someone ahead of him. “Hide!”

After Rand gives away his position AGAIN, Tam bravely covers for him. You shoulda spent less time on meditation and more on emergency situations. What kind of novel by a semi-libertarian type is this that our heroes who live out in the woods besides a minimalist democratic government aren't crazy preppers whose irresponsibly placed bear traps have already killed fifteen government agentsShadowspawn?

Suddenly a hand closed over his mouth from behind, and an iron grip seized his wrist. Frantically he clawed over his shoulder with his free hand for some hold on the attacker. “Don’t break my neck, lad,” came Tam’s hoarse whisper.

Coulda whispered quicker. Geez, Rand probably pissed himself.

They kill for the pleasure of killing, so I’ve been told.

Don't sound too different from real people, do they Tam?

But that’s the end of my knowledge, except that they cannot be trusted unless they’re afraid of you, and then not far.

Is it just me, or is this rather an odd piece of trivia to know? Most good people aren't going to need to know this. Maybe Kari *had been* a Darkfriend back before she settled down and knew these things from experience?

No, of course not. But it's funny to imagine and since we don't get a prequel anymore we're all welcome to come up with the stupidest headcanons imaginable.

If he had to do it against a Trolloc he was surely just as likely to run instead, or freeze stiff so he could not move at all until the Trolloc swung one of those odd swords and. . . . Stop it! It’s not helping anything!

Realism doesn't hurt, Rand. It's good to acknowledge that battles are scary and that since you're not trained you're not likely to make a positive difference.

Creeping from tree to tree, he tried to make a plan, but by the time he reached the edge of the woods he had made and discarded ten. Everything depended on whether or not the Trollocs were still there.

Jordan, being a military man, is smart enough to know that plans don't really last in conflict, and this spreads to Rand. He also is again aware of his limitations and knows that if the house has Trollocs in it his only smart choice is to run back.

It was the light that decided him. The barn was dark. Anything could be waiting inside, and he would have no way of knowing until it was too late. At least he would be able to see what was inside the house.

Of course, you'll be quite visible as well, especially if there's anything in the barn watching. Can't blame you for not thinking everything through though - and luckily, nothing is in the barn, so that's all going to work out.

Four twisted bodies made a tangle in the remnants of the furnishings. Trollocs.

Tam did pretty fucking well to only be semi-mortally wounded while taking out four and distracting all the rest, especially for someone who claims to have had no experience with Shadowspawn, which are quite distinct from human opponents in several ways.

“Others go away. Narg stay. Narg smart.”

In a book filled with early installment weirdness, Narg really takes the cake, huh? He's also incredibly popular, though much like another incredibly popular non-human in this series I don't really get it. He's a fun but to me very forgettable meme. (NOTE TO SELF: Put in more of these hot takes in the hopes of getting angry replies to boost viewership.)

Did Jordan intend for there to be more distinct Trolloc characters over the course of the series and just never got around to it, or had to abandon them as the plans changed? Was this just laying the groundwork for Shaidar Haran? The world will never know.

Desperately he brought his sword up. The monstrous body crashed into him, slamming him against the wall. Breath left his lungs in one gasp. He fought for air as they fell to the floor together, the Trolloc on top. Frantically he struggled beneath the crushing weight, trying to avoid thick hands groping for him, and snapping jaws.

Rand's first fight. Like so many of his physical confrontations, this one ends ignominiously. His most "epic" fight is in a Sanderson book and besides that one I feel like most of his battles have high prices, ambiguous outcomes, or other weirdnesses that stop him from being Gilgamesh and keep him more at a Samwell Tarly kind of level when it comes to combat. You'd think the dude would have clued in sooner that his focus wasn't meant to be on the material world, but he is just a sheepherder I guess.

He was sure he was forgetting any number of things they would need, but Tam was waiting, and the Trollocs were coming back. He gathered what he could think of on the run.

He actually does pretty well. In a crisis, Rand tends to have a pretty clear head when he's not succumbing to madness. Anyway, he heads into the barn (it's empty and the wagon is wrecked) and promptly breaks down the wagon to at least have something to carry Tam in.

When the shaft fell free, he looked at the sword blade in wonder. Even the best-sharpened axe would have dulled chopping through that hard, aged wood, but the sword looked as brightly sharp as ever.

Every fantasy series needs to have magical blades that don't need sharpening no matter how often they're used. Jordan was probably one of the first to state that it all happened because the wizards and witches forging the blades were manipulating them at the atomic level. Even this is a cliche in the modern era though.

That thought was like a beacon as he pulled on his coat and bent to tend Tam’s wound. They would be safe once they reached the village, and Nynaeve would cure Tam. He just had to get him there.

I'm starting to wonder if any of these chapters will end without irony at this rate. Rand does *not* have the gift of Foretelling, that much is for sure.

Anyway, tune in next time for Rand's desperate trek across the Westwood. I'm sure it's just a travelogue chapter and that absolutely no life-changing revelations will be had.

#let's read #wheel of time #wot reread #robert jordan #wheel of time spoilers #wot spoilers #rand al'thor #tam al'thor #narg

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whatareyoudoingwithamaserati · 1 year

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tell me about horror smp rn

MY BELOVED!!!! HELLO!!!!

Before I start, context! Horror SMP is a minecraft SMP-based work of fiction that is a collaborative project between me (hi!) and my girlfriend (manicpixieautism). It started due to some unholy combination of my newly-developed lifesteal special interest and sasa’s minecraft special interest coming back from the dead. The premise as a whole is very similar to lifesteal, but with our own little twists and tricks. Now, for the fun part!

The horror SMP is a world full of backstabbers, traitors, killers, and generally unpleasant people to be around. There’s no real story on how it came to be (yet), but it very quickly gained a roster of nineteen members with varying skill sets, people who found out that they are fundamentally incompatable as a long-term working group. This is where things start going south. Betrayals happen, murders happen, a glitch in the world has the heart system functioning in ways it shouldn’t, and all of a sudden the joking name of horror smp burrazz (the admin) gave the world becomes a lot more sinister. There’s no coherent storyline drafted yet, but if there were one, it would probably make the most sense for it to start upon the newest arrival’s entrance to the server.

The current doc tagline is you become what you fear. embrace it, or it will destroy you and quite frankly I think it suits what we’ve been doing with the project so far. A lot of what we’ve been working on is characters and how they develop and grow (more like regress amiright), and some patterns that have been noticed are in fact people becoming things they never thought they’d be. Prime example is Lae, someone known for their loyalty and trust slowly becoming jaded and vengeful towards their (former) teammates, and m0thbl00d, who likes to follow people until Moth’s following becomes. A little too devoted, and Moth ends up getting lost in a downward spiral of deification. Shit you don’t think you can become is the shit you end up becoming and all of that!

I would talk about the cast, but bro. There’s twenty people and I’m pretty sure we’re still noodling around with potential ideas for more (largely because I can’t keep a cast small for the life of me, and sasa is a BRILLIANT enabler). If I had to choose though, my favourites would be:

moraxXX (he/him) - the executioner. the best fighter on the server and horrifyingly single minded. he’s such a fucking method actor, he can’t just call himself an executioner, he has to very slowly build a whole medieval village around a guillotine and have a modified version of executioner’s garb on all the time.

wiggle0X (ve/he) - the bastard. for the love of god, please don’t trust the username. ve sounds like a jester and a silly man but he can genuinely be considered a war criminal. ve breaks the geneva convention for fun. little bastard screams all the time and leave chaos in his wake.

solardustplays (she/her) - the phantom. her moniker is actually a fun little tidbit of information, because for all the server knows, she could be part phantom. she’s known for orchestrating phantom and charged creeper attacks, and most of the server has a betting pool on if she’s a creeper or phantom hybrid, but she refuses to let them know the answer. primarily works with a trident, which is an odd style of PVP but it suits her very well - unconventional and not one to go for traditional duels. it also allows for quick escapes.

keeneisinnocent (she/they/he) - the communist. look, man. I’m not sure how to explain my obsession with her, but it’s deserved. they spend half their time fucking with the one percent of the server (how what’s essentially an anarchy server even has a top 1% is beyond me but. it’s there), and baiting the person they consider to be the worst proponent of riches. he’s a firm believer in redistribution of wealth, and as such is prone to leaving entire storage systems out in the open with a take what you want sign. Daymay666 (who is mutual mortal enemies with Keene) is unsure how the fuck Keene keeps breaking into her house and leaving blood all over her floors, but one day she will find out and kill Keene for real.

jeremyuhhh (he/him) - the normie. he’s the only normal one on this server. it’s so funny. local allocishet gets dropped into a server of murderous queers and spends his time doing regular hardcore world things while being completely ignorant of the mass chaos going on around him. not too shabby if I do say so myself.

Other honourable mentions are m0thbl00d, daymay666, OrynAsellus, flare0515 and Zed, but I think if I talked about them, this post would be miles long. Thank you my beloved girlfriend for enabling the fictional blockmen obsession because GOD I love these wretched fools

#this is so funny to me. mansplaining our collective smp to you on tumblr dot com. i love you #asks #horror smp #geef !!

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hotcoffeetransformation · 3 years

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Jason swore loudly and had to resist the urge to throw his controller down, pissed that he kept dying cause of the game's stupid glitches (Also known as own mistakes). Still, he regained his composure, and smiled before saying

"Alright chat, we're gonna finish up this one and then we're gonna move on to another game. There should be a poll on top for what we do next"

Jason was a moderately successfully game streamer, averaging about 200 to 300 viewers a night, entirely based on his wit and skill. He knew for sure that they weren't coming for his looks, given his weedy, thin frame, overly pimpled face and large, nerdy glasses. Still, it was enough for him, and he was happy with the progress that he'd made.

As Jason got himself set up for the next game, he heard a shocking sound from above him. The victory theme from one of his favorite JRPGs was blaring through the speakers, and he came up, staring at the screen in shock. He knew what that sound meant. That meant someone had tipped him one thousand dollars, completely out of nowhere.

He looked in shock at the notification on the stream, seeing that it was from someone named JockBro69, with the simple message "Can't wait to get to know you better, cutie~"

Jason was completely stunned. Not only had someone actually redeemed the donation goal that he set as a joke (That being that whoever was stupid enough to tip 1000 dollars got to have a 15 minute private chat with him), it was also someone that he'd never seen in his chat before.

Thoroughly weirded out, but knowing that he had to honor his commitment, he sent the guy a quick private message.

"Dude, I don't know how to thank you enough! Guess I'll see ya pretty soon!"

With that, he sent the man his private zoom link, and said goodbye to the chat, who were still going wild over this turn of events, before pausing,the stream and hopping over to discord for the call.

Not two seconds after his stream stopped, he got a requested video call on discord from the guy, and he opened it up, giving a second for the video to load, but when it did, he was completely dumbfounded again. He was expecting the mysterious donator to be some fat, sweaty silicon valley nerd with too much and money on his hands, but instead what met him was possibly the hottest man he's ever seen, standing up and looking down at his webcam with a friendly expression.

"Fuck, bro! Its so good to finally fucking meet you, I've been such a big fan for a long time, and this is a really big deal for me~

The man had a deep, rumbling, pleasant voice, that shot straight down Jacob's spine and left him feeling strangely... inadequate. Like the fact that his voice wasn't as smooth or melodic as this guy's was his fault, and he should be ashamed of that fact. Still, this guy was pretty pleasant to look at, Jason had to admit. He wasn't gay, definitely not, but he could acknowledge when another guy simply looked good.

Jason scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, not entirely sure of what he should do or say. Still, this guy spent 1000 dollars on this meeting, so he had to try anyway.

"So, umm.... I see your username is jockbro69... What's your actual name thought? I don't think I've ever seen you in chat before..."

The other man actually laughed at this, before looking confused and saying

"What are you talking about bro? Its me, Ethan! I'm in your chat all the time! Man, I guess what they say about playing games so much is true, huh?"

At this statement, Jason actually went pale with shock. THIS was Ethan? This was the guy who's username used to be runningLink? Who was an active fan of the zelda series, constantly begged Jason to play them, and bemoaned the fact that no would date him? It just didn't seem right...

Still, Jason, ever the semi professional, continued on, pretending that he wasn't shocked at the news.

"Well, thanks for supporting me so much! Seriously, this means a lot to me... Ummm... so I guess tell me some of your favorite things about the channel then!"

The man laughed again, the sound coming out in a slow, dumb chuckle, before saying

"What's my favorite thing? Do I even have to say, bro? Its the amazing piece of eye candy I'm looking at right now. You're super hot, bro~"

At this, Jason was shocked, but he chuckled awkwardly while blushing, and said

"Really? I don't think I've ever heard a single person say that before. I guess I consider myself slightly below average..."

The guy looked confused at that, before pressing on

"Really, bro? You look super hot to me, you got those bright, blinding blue eyes that you can just get lost in~"

At this point, Jason knew the man was just messing with him. His eyes have always, and will always be a dark, muddy brown, hidden behind his massive frames. Jason was about to respond, when Ethan continued

"Yeah, and you got that super stylish haircut too, really makes you look super masculine~"

Now Jason was REALLY confused. The guy was right, he did always get complements on his eyes, the bright, shocking blue visible and striking even through his huge glasses. But his hair was always a long, unkempt greasy mess.

"Ethan, are you sure you're okay, you're not just seeing things? Cause I don't know what you're talking about"

Ethan ignored the comment, just continuing to press on

"And you've got that hot, manly face, with your strong jaw and amazing profile"

Jason was confused again. Sure, his stylish haircut did help him look much better, but his face had always been pretty androgynous, with hints of baby fat still present in his cheeks. Again, before he could interrupt, Ethan continued,

"And you've got that smooth smooth skin, that hot stubble, that sexy smirk of yours. You're the full package bro~"

Jason laughed at this. Ethan was clearly being way too complementary. Sure his face had a great shape to it, with strong cheekbones and a square jaw, but his skin was still acne marked as hell, his smile was crooked and awkward, and he'd never been able to grow any facial hair, no matter how much he tried.

"I really have no idea what you're talking about Ethan. Sure I've got some good features, but the overall package isn't much to write home about~"

Ethan smirked again, his eyes lighting up with humor, as if he knew something I didn't.

"Nah, bro, you're underselling yourself. Plus, you've got that body~"

"What about my body? I think its pretty average, though I guess I'm a bit on the skinny side..."

Jason looked down at himself, trying to contemplate what Ethan meant. Sure, he'd been blessed with an attractive, manly face, but it didn't change the fact that his body was still below average at best.

"Again, bro! Putting yourself down. You really think those massive logs you have for arms are below average?"

Jason looked down at his skinny arms, and said

"More like logs than twigs man, seriously."

"And what about your legs? You've spent so long working on em, you've got thighs and glutes to kill for~"

Jason laughed again

"I dunno man! Most people say the exact opposite. They say I spend too much time on arms and not enough on my torso and legs. What can I say though? I love having big, beefy arms."

"Of course you do, bro? Who wouldn't? Especially when right in between em, you got your big, pillowy chest, your sexy abs, and your super toned back~"

Jason was seriously starting to wonder if Ethan was on something. Anyone could clearly see from first glance that Jason's body was badly proportioned, his arms and legs being massive from months to years of work, while he neglected his back, pecs and ab muscles. Still, he thought he looked pretty alright honestly.

"And I especially love how you're not only super sexy, you know it and flaunt it~ I don't think I've ever seen you once wear a shirt. The most you'll wear is a necklace, and even then, not like that covers anything, bro~ Only makes you look sexier"

Now here Jason had to disagree. He knew that he had cultivated and developed an amazing body over his years of going to the gym, but that was all for his own personal satisfaction. He never flaunted it unnecessarily, especially not during a stream.

"And I love the fact that you're such a fucking bro, bro. Every other word out of your mouth is bro and dude, you can't go even five minutes without flexing and thinking of fucking, or going to the gym, or hanging out with your other hot bros. We all know that your brain is basically only good for working out and looking hot. No smart's up there. And you've got your deep, sexy voice, too. Makes it even hotter that you're a gay bro, just like me"

Jason HAD to laugh at that. What the guy was saying was just so ridiculous.

"What the hell are you talking about? Look, I know that I like to show off my sexy body a lot, but that doesn't mean I'm some kind of dumb jock. And I'm definitely straight, dude. Don't know why you'd think I'm gay"

Ethan pressed on, completely unabashed by Jason's last comments.

"But you know the best fucking part, bro? Its that power of yours. The fact that any weak ass nerd who looks at you and your huge fucking muscles grows into a hot, dumb bro like us within seconds~"

Jason was busy flexing, staring at his own bicep in awe, as if he was shocked by him impressive he was. He looked up at Ethan blearily, saying

"Sorry, bro, what'd you say? I guess I got a bit fucking distracted. Huhuhu. But who could blame me~"

"Nah, it was nothing bro. You don't need to worry about it. Now should head back to the stream?"

Jason gasped in excitement, having forgotten entirely about the fact that there was a whole stream audience full of lame ass nerds, just ready for him to make as sexy as he and Ethan were.

"You got it bro~ This is gonna be so fucking hot~"

Jason left the call, going back to the stream and restarting, glad to see that a full 300 people were still watching, even through the extended break. The second he turned his camera on, he could see that people were confused for some reason, saying a stranger broke into his house. How stupid could these people be? How did they not recognize him? Still, not like it would matter for long...

"Hey bros! How're we all fucking doing? Welcomes to today's stream..."

He trailed off, looking blankly at the camera, before saying

"You know what? Fuck video games! Who needs them when you can do this~"

And as his pecs bounced and bounced hypnotically, the chat slowly transitioned from messages like "What the fuck is happening?" or "Who is this dumb jock?" to "Fuck, bro! Your pecs look so fucking hot today!" and "Huhuhu, I love making my pecs bounce like Jace's~"

And so the stream continued, Jace showing everyone all the amazing things his body could do, while anyone that was watching, whether they wanted to or not, began to copy him exactly. And as the stream went on, the viewer count rose, and rose, and rose...

#musclegrowth #straight to gay #jockification #himbo tf #jock #muscle

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pandas-pandemonium · 3 years

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For that Sentient! Twisted Wonderland, I wonder how would the guys react on hearing MC would want to marry all of them, except the teachers and Ortho. Oh the drama...

“Man, I sure wish I could marry all of you…” you muttered, oblivious to the impact of your words on the characters behind your screen.

Idia had to hold himself back from accidentally glitching your screen from the shock. “M-marry?!” It was the only word he could choke out as his whole face went up in flames. What a bold statement! But, did you truly mean it? His gold eyes darted around nervously… If you did want to marry all of them, he’d have to compete with all these people! The thought chilled him to his bones. “Y/N-shi…please just be joking. Dealing with all these people sounds like a nightmare…”

Vil very nearly crashed your app in anger. You should know better! How greedy can you be? Are his efforts not enough for you? Rook for once, is stumped for words.

“Mon dieu! Why ever would you say such dreadful things?!”

He was conflicted. He certainly would not mind if it were just Vil and Epel he had to share with (and maybe Leona), but with so many students? His heart ached to have to spend time alone with you. Epel was close to swearing profusely. You’re joking right? Right?! Hell no, he wasn’t going to play all nice and pretty when it came to you! He worked hard to keep your attention on him! He even managed to force the system to give you two of his SSRs, now you’re suggesting that he has to work even harder? How frustrating.

At the back, the Leech twins were sneering at the others. Azul was already planning out possible contracts for all of them, while making sure the terms and conditions benefited them as greatly as possible. Seriously, you had no idea what effect your words had on everyone, did you? Jade chuckled to himself.

“All of us? How bold of you, Y/N. Surely you know the consequences of such words?”

Floyd was amused. It sure was cute how you thought you could marry every one of them. It was obvious such a thing wouldn’t - couldn’t happen. He just won’t allow it. Anyone who got in his way will have to be squeezed, very, very tightly.

Leona, on the other hand, was not amused. You? A herbivore implying that he will have to share? He already tired himself every day making sure he stays on your home screen (even if Ruggie complains)! Maybe he should start dealing with some other…insignificant cards. That should force you to focus on him more. Ruggie was annoyed. By nature and nurture, he was born and bred to be greedy. Take, take, take. Yes, he gave sometimes, but this was not one of those times. More people to deal with means less food. In other words, there would be less of you for him, and it certainly left a bad taste in his mouth. Jack was frustrated. Didn’t you know that he hates working with others? It’s a dog-eat-dog world, and if you are fully sincere with your statement…maybe he should start figuring out a way to break out of this game soon.

Riddle, was very red with anger. Preposterous! How ignorant! How vexing! He won’t stand for this! Not only does it break his many, many rules, but all these scoundrels are bound ruin things and make things so darn difficult! In contrast, Trey was calm. You didn’t know about their sentience yet, so that was likely a throwaway statement. That’s alright, he’ll forgive you for that. It just gives him more time to figure a way out the confines of the game code and your phone screen. Cater was trying hard to keep his composure. Lies! If you wanted to be with so many people, his Unique Magic will suffice, no? But like Trey, he’s aware that you are yet to be aware of their sentience, and that thought comforted him. Maybe he should start sneaking in some of your photos into his cards? He hopes you’ll appreciate it. Ace and Deuce were conflicted. They’re your first friends! One of the first few to gain awareness of the game! Deuce is in denial, you’re joking, you have to be! Ace, is already thinking of ways to manipulate you (and the game) into setting up the ideal romantic situation. Free for all, right? With those Savannaclaw bastards in this, he has no choice but to play some…questionable tactics.

Finally, Diasomnia. Malleus didn’t know how to phrase it, but something about your words sounded extremely unpleasant to his ears. All of them? Surely you jest. If push comes to shove, he would have no issue deleting every. single. one of them. Lilia could only chuckle to himself. Such a statement simply would not come true, he would make sure of it. Do not estimate a fae who has lived for so long, it just means he can think of more ways than one to deal with your greed. Silver was silent. As a soldier and servant of his prince and future king, he would be more than willing to let Malleus have you. That does come with his hope that if he helps rid the game of any competitors, that his prince will be so kind as to allow him to share you as well. To no surprise, Sebek reacted the loudest out of everyone. If Lilia and Silver hadn’t restrained him, he would have broken the game coding by attempting to break into your home screen. How arrogant you are! Saying something so ridiculous such as wanting to marry everyone. The only one you’ll be marrying (once he figures out this blasted code), is his Master! And hopefully him too, if he is allowed.

Perhaps, you should choose your words carefully. Even a single syllable you say could set them off, quite violently.

A/N: Here it is! The drabble which you didn't ask for but got anyway!

A/N: Here's the link to Scarabia's part, because I forgot about it

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere idia shroud #yandere vil schoenheit #yandere rook hunt #yandere epel felmier #yandere leona kingscholar #yandere ruggie bucchi #yandere jack howl #yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere jade leech #yandere floyd leech #yandere malleus draconia #yandere lilia vanrouge #yandere silver #yandere sebek zigvolt

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bbgem329 · 3 years

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Just One Night—Chapter Seven

Pairings—Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Summary

You spend an unforgettable night with Sebastian Stan. One that would completely change your life. Three years later, Sebastian shows up at your doorstep to find that you both made more than just good memories that night.

Warnings

NO MINORS. 18++ Dad!Seb, fluff, Pining!Seb, little sexy times but no smut (yet).

Notes!!

Forgive me if this isn’t the best!! I literally had an entire chapter written out after spending my entire 12 hour shift working on and off on it only to have my phone glitch and delete 75% of it!! To say I was pissed would be understatement!

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December 12, 2020

“I leave you alone for three hours.” Sebastian signed, scrubbing his hands down the length of his jaw, scratching the thick stubble that he’d recently started to let grow. He was trying but failing miserably to hide his grin. “Three hours, (Y/N).”

She snickered, arms crossed over her chest as she bounced lightly on her toes. “Do you like it?” Her (Y/E/C) eyes were wide, flashing with excitement and hope. She looked like a cuddly puppy in her worn, very oversized crew neck. It drove him crazy, the way it hung off her frame—shoulder and collar bones exposed, sleeves longer than her arms, long legs on display.

“It looks like Christmas legit threw up in here.”

“Well, duh.” She rolled her eyes, sidling up behind him to wrap her arms around his waist, “But do you like it?”

“Yeah.” The man chuckled, large hands resting over hers on his abdomen. “I do.” His eyes traced the expanse of the room. If she hadn’t gone into nursing, she would’ve definitely done well in interior design or something. He was impressed.

In the time it had taken him to drop off Theo at his mothers—which alone had taken him nearly two hours due to her endless chatter and persistent need to feed him all the time—he’d only had about an hour to prepare things for tonight. Yet here she’d managed to turn the apartment into a winter wonderland, christmas tree and all.

Sebastian normally wasn’t one for Christmas. He couldn’t even really remember the last time he’d invested the time or energy into purchasing or decorating a Christmas tree but the moment he’d stepped through the threshold, he even felt a little giddy with holiday cheer. Like the entire apartment was radiating Christmas wavelengths onto him.

It even smelled like Christmas. He was almost certain that the tree was fake so why did it smell so strongly of fresh pine needles?

“You move fast. How did you manage to drag this all up from storage by yourself and set it up?” He wondered aloud. He’d seen the numerous totes that housed it all year round, to say they were heavy would be an understatement. After all, he was the one to put them in the unit downstairs.

(Y/N) released him, moving to adjust a nutcracker placed on the mantle. “Magic.” She cooed with a small shrug and wiggle of her brows. This earned something between a scoff and chuckle. Giving a little huff and sigh, “The neighbor lent me her dolly.”

“The one who always bakes snickerdoodles?” Sebastian asked, following her as she made her way to the kitchen. “A few doors down?”

“Mrs Baker.” She hummed softly, “She’s such a sweet lady. I ran into her on the way down. We got to chatting and she offered to let me use it.”

“That was nice of her.” He smiled, eyes tailing her as she moved around the kitchen. He liked watching her in this setting. She always seemed so at ease. Whether it be washing the dishes, searching for new recipes, meal planning and grocery list writing, or cooking. This was one of her thinking places, where she placed everything aside and focused on the matter before her.

If my hands are busy, my mind isn’t, she’d always tell him.

“How's your mom?” She spoke up, drawing him from his thoughts. She definitely didn’t miss the dazed look in his eyes or the dopey grin he wore. He’d been looking at her a lot like that lately. It made her want to kiss him stupid. And more often than not she did. “Did you talk to her about Christmas in Michigan this year?”

“She’s good. Very excited to have Theo to herself for the night. And yes I did. She’s over the moon about it but I think she’s just eager to spend more time with your mom.” He shook his head, feigning a pout “And Theo barely acknowledged me when I left, too caught up in all the fun things his Bunica had planned for the night.”

“Oh, you poor thing.” She cooed, making her way around the island to where he sat atop a bar stool. Her small hands were quick to find both his cheeks, brushing her thumbs along them tenderly, “What ever will you do? How can I make it better?”

“There’s only one thing.” He sighed before his expression turned a little devilish. “Kiss it better.” His lips puckered, leaning further into her hands.

Much to his dismay, she gave him the tiniest of pecks, emphasizing it with a loud ‘mwah’. Just like Theo loved to do.

“Hey!!” He chided, eyebrows pinched together and lips pursed in disappointment. He reached out to yank her back but she was already out of reach and heading in the direction of her bedroom. “That’s not fair. It doesn’t count.”

A giggle is all he received in response. He was on his feet and barreling after her seconds later. He caught up just as she’d stepped into the room and he didn’t think twice before tackling her to the bed.

(Y/N) screeched, gasping for air as his fingers dug uncomfortably into her sides. “S-stop.” Her chest heaved, laughter echoing loudly off the walls. It was music to his ears. “Seb-Seb, stop.”

“Not until I get a real kiss.”

“Okay!” She couldn’t manage a full sentence out especially as his fingers traveled to her neck, tickling up, under her chin. “I-I can’t.” She wiggled away from him, but her attempts were futile with his entire body weight on her. “I can’t—I can’t kiss you if… if you don’t stop.”

All movement halted but before she could blink her hands were pinned beside her head. “Huh? What was that? I didn’t quite hear you?” He moved to straddle her thighs, shifting his weight forward so he hovered over her.

“I said,” She whispered, licking her lips. She didn’t miss the way his eyes zeroed on the movement. The usual baby blue seemed to darken, pupils blown wide. “I can’t if you don’t stop.” Her eyes were lidded, chest heaving, and lip now trapped between her teeth.

She knew exactly what she was doing to him. Exactly what made him tick. She’d been paying attention, doing her own little experimenting to find out just what made him lose control during their most recent heated, make out sessions.

A brush of her fingers along the length of his chest, a little dig of her nails for that extra bite into the smooth expanse of skin. Or when she sucked harshly on that sweet spot just below his jaw only to soothe it over with her hot, wet tongue. Or when she let her moans fall freely from her lips that just so happen to slip out directly into his ear, followed by a little nibble to his ear lobe for good measure. Or even when she gasped his name. All things that had him bucking up against her clothed core and kissing her like he needed it to breathe.

It drove her mad.

And it never went further than messy kisses, wandering hands, and the tiniest bit of desperate grinding.

She was torn over it.

On one hand, she wanted to take things slow. Make him work for it. Let him court her. Dip her toes in before diving head first. Because the reality of it all is a relationship built on purely lust and sex wouldn’t last. She didn’t want to risk it ruining things just for momentary relief and pleasure.

They needed to do this right, if they were going to do it at all.

On the other hand, however, he drove her mad. She hadn’t been with anyone since the night they’d conceived Theo and just like she knew how best to rile him up, he knew how to get her there too.

How to make her mewl and keen, panties absolutely soaked as she clawed desperately at his broad back and shoulders, clinging to him like a lifeline.

When he buried his face in the crook of her neck, sucking softly just below her ear paired with the beard scratching roughly against her sensitive skin. His deep, gutteral groans and whispers of ‘Fuck’ under his breath as he gripped her waist or the meat of her thighs, moving and shifting her body in the way he desired. That was all it took to make her putty in his hands, body absolutely complacent and pliant against his own.

“Behave, prinţesă.” His voice husky, jaw locked, eyes darkened and intense. He looked threatening, the way he stared down at her now. As if she were his prey and he was just about dying to take a bite. “You’re making it really hard to be a gentleman.”

“What if I don’t want you to be a gentleman?” She wiggled beneath him, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist—unknowingly trapping him between her thighs. The movement caused him to release her hands, readjusting to better balance as he dropped more of his weight onto her. “Maybe I want you to be the opposite of a gentleman.”

A deep groan reverberated through his entire chest, the sound caused her thighs to tighten around his slim waist. With his head tossed back and eyes closed, she used the opportunity to lace her fingers in the thick locks at the nape of his neck before giving it a firm tug.

And he didn’t resist when she dragged him down, lips meeting in a fiery, hungry kiss. It was sloppy—all teeth and tongue. Her hands fisted his shirt and clawed at his back in attempts to hold on or bring him closer, he wasn’t quite sure. He held himself up with one of his own, allowing the other to accumulate itself with her body—running along all the smooth edges and curves or gripping the meat of her thighs and ass.

As if he had no control over his own body, his hips dipped, bucking slightly up into hers. His hardened bulge brushed perfectly against her clothed core. Just the right amount of friction to make her whimper and shiver.

“God.” He bit out, teeth clenched and jaw locked as he struggled to maintain his withering control. It was slipping right through his fingers at her high pitched keens and gasps. Yet he still continued to roll his hips into hers almost as if they had a mind of their own. He dropped his head, sucking roughly at the skin just below her collarbone, “Don’t do this to me, sweetheart. At least let me buy you dinner before I have my way with you.”

“But you did buy me dinner.” She whined, dainty hands trailing down his back to grip his ass and force him harder against her, tearing a strangled moan from his kiss swollen lips. “Did you already forget the two dates we had last week? I thought I’d left a lasting impression.”

Sebastian drew back, his heart clenching wildly in his chest at the sight of her beneath him. Her locks were beyond tousled, pink lips swollen and parted, cheeks flushed from the way his beard scratched across the delicate skin, eyes lidded heavily as she stared up at him through dark lashes.

She looked like a fucking angel.

His angel.

“Besides,” She bit down on her lip to hide her growing smirk. “Nothing we haven’t done before. We have a two year old son to attest to that.”

“Jesus, (Y/N).” Sebastian huffed, expression pained, “Don’t say shit like that. It’s not fair.”

Before she could respond he was moving.

With a little whine she lifted her head to find him staring intently from across the room, arms held defensively out in front of him, “Stay back.”

She masked her giggle with a feigned groan and eye roll, “Sebastian, what are you doing?”

“Ma’am I’m gonna need you to maintain a distance of at least three feet while in private until after our date.”

“Oh my God. You did not just do that.” She laughed, sitting up fully now. “Did you seriously just use your Lee Bodecker voice on me?”

“Maybe.” The man blushed tenfold, a bashful smile playing at the corner of his still kiss swollen lips. He looked down at the ground, shuffling his weight between both feet. “Did you like it?”

(Y/N) giggled feebly, giving her shoulders a faint shrug, “I mean, yeah. I liked you in that role.” She admitted, shyly, “I could definitely get down with the whole ‘I’m in charge, do as I say without questioning it’… Devil in disguise type of thing.”

This earned her a cocky smirk, his eyes trailing leisurely up and down the length of her. It was a look that made one feel inferior and for some reason she found herself wanting and willing to do anything he asked of her or demanded when he gazed at her like that. It caused shivers to dance up her spine and heat to blossom behind her navel.

“Good. Be ready at half past seven. Reservations are at eight. Dress semi formally.” Without another word, he was gone, the door closed tightly behind him.

Leaving the woman left dumbfounded and speechless…And with still soaked panties.

She fell back into the bed with a frustrated huff.

This man truly was going to be the death of her.

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Sebastian was a love-sick puppy.

At least he's almost certain that’s how he looked tonight.

Dressed in an oversized tan sweater, tucked loosely into a pair of tight, high waisted leather pants and matched with a pair of black heeled booties, (Y/N) looked absolutely breathtaking.

Her (Y/H/C) was styled in voluminous waves, cascading loosely over her shoulders and down her back. Her typical fresh face and light mascara had been traded in for smokey eyes and painted red lips.

He couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off her… or his hands.

Not on the ride down in the elevator. Not as they huddled together while waiting for the uber. Not throughout all of dinner. It was an impossible task, and if she noticed, she didn’t mention it.

Sebastian had decided on a somewhat fancy Chinese restaurant in the heart of downtown Manhattan. The food was always good, the few times he’d been, and they had a wide selection of various wines to choose from, including her favorite. He was playing it on the safe side. Chinese and wine were the way to her heart. He knew this and was most definitely using it to his advantage.

All throughout dinner, they talked about everything and anything . Completely lost in their own little world, paying absolutely no mind to the people who surrounded them.

Discussion ranged from all their different career choices growing up and how many times they’d changed over the years. To their wildest nights and worst hangovers in college. They bonded over their mutual distaste for people who chewed with their mouth open or the sound of teeth on silverware. They talked about Theo and all the silly things he did that week or the quirks he’s picked up on recently. The conversation was light but informational. Googy but still sentimental.

He’d never felt this way with anyone. He couldn’t believe how easily he trusted her and how effortlessly she broke down his sky-high walls. Not only was he desperate to know absolutely everything about her but he wanted to share things of his own too.

With (Y/N) it was easy.

These days—in his line of work, everyone wanted something from him or expected him to act or look a certain way. More often than not, he was placed on a pedestal only to fall the hardest when others' expectations of him weren’t meant.

But never with (Y/N). She accepted him, imperfections and all, it seemed.

Previous lovers had been clingy and overbearing. They demanded more of him than he could give most of the time. For a long time his career came first, having worked so hard to make a name for himself and with hopes of fulfilling goals he hadn’t quite met yet. Something they hadn’t understood despite being in the business themselves.

His last relationship ended just before he’d met (Y/N) three years ago and it wasn’t pretty. She’d claimed he wasn’t giving her enough, whether it be attention or money, he wasn’t sure. Not long into their relationship had she stepped back from her career with this delusional fantasy they’d settle down and raise a family. She’d decided without communicating with him that she’d stay home and raise their kids. And when he explained he wasn’t ready, she lost it.

In the end he’d found her in bed with another man and while he collected his things, she’d bitched on about how selfish he was and how it was his fault she’d sought another out because he wouldn’t give his career up for her like she had him.

So when (Y/N) excitedly asked all about the next steps in his career and the prospects of upcoming projects, he was floored. She wanted to know all about how he went about securing roles and how he chose one. What caught his eye when reading over a script or which directors he liked working with the most. There wasn’t an ounce of distaste or distress on her face when he explained that he was interested in a role that would require him to move to LA for a few months but profusely encouraged him when he voiced his hesitancy in leaving her and Theo for such an extended period of time.

And when he asked her if that would bother her or if the distance would be too much.

She replied, “Why would it? I was once a casual fan, now turned super fan. Who am I to deny the world of another movie starring The Sebastian Stan. If we want to make it work, we will. I won’t stop you from doing what you love or reaching your goals.”

Sebastian swore right then and there she was the one for him.

(Y/N) was independent and self reliant. She didn’t need him but she made sure to let him know just how much she wanted him.

Over the past two months she’d come to understand how he worked and that sometimes he got a little stuck in his ways but instead of berating and scolding him over it, she was patient, explained how she felt, and compromised with him.

She was everything he needed. The perfect lover for him.

And looking at her now, as she tossed back a shot of tequila like it was water, spewing absolute nonsense about how sunflowers are hands down the best flowers because they “grow so tall and they’re yellow, Seb. Yellow is a happy color and the world needs to be happier, so everyone should have sunflowers.”

He didn’t know how they’d gotten on the topic. She’d just hopped down from the stage after carrying out, hands down, the best karaoke performance he’d ever seen by singing ‘Billie Jean’ by Michael Jackson. She’d had the whole bar clapping, singing, and dancing along by the end.

The radiant smile painted on those Cherry lips made him all too pleased with himself. After all, he was the one to suggest dropping by, not quite ready for the night to end.

Eventually, she’d convinced him to sing a duet with her, which didn’t take much convincing at all. But the extra kisses and alluring promises of how she’d reward him when they returned home, were simply an added bonus.

And as much as he wanted to take that next step with her, he would wait. Because she deserved more than just a drunken tumble in the bed after a long night on the town.

When he made love to her, it would be a sober affair. He would take his sweet, sweet time reacquainting himself with her body. He planned on ruining her—with his fingers, lips, tongue, and cock, and he wanted her to remember it.

So when they stumbled home around half past two in the morning, he helped her slip into one of his shirts, popped her up on the bathroom counter to wipe the makeup from her face and assisted her in brushing her teeth before putting her to bed. After making sure everything was locked up and the lights were out, he slipped in beside her and tucked her sleeping form into his chest.

She didn’t wake when he kissed her pouty lips a few times but did snuggle closer, burying her face further into his bare chest. Even in a dead, drunken sleep she unconsciously sought him out.

Just before, he too, succumbed to a drunken sleep, he found himself profusely thanking whatever Gods were out there for giving him a chance at life with her.

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“We’re a well-oiled team of military-grade kindergarteners,” his best friend, and the only other human on the ship who would understand what kindergarten was, continued chastising him and his companions. “The level of education and training among the three of you eclipses that of the entire rest of the members of this operation,” Annabeth continued, pointing her finger individually at himself, his pilot Jason, and his Chief Science Officer Nico. “You know, I’m not that surprised with you, Percy, but you are our XO so you should really be more responsible,” he winced at that, still feeling a bit of imposter syndrome at being the Commander of the USS Olympus. “Jason, shouldn’t you be piloting a ship or something?” At that, he saluted her and did an about face before scampering off to get into more trouble. “And you, you’re definitely way too responsible to have gotten mixed up with this Seaweed Brain and Sparky, so what’s in this tomfoolery for you?”

Nico, the only Neptunian on the ship, shifted his large black wings self consciously under the scrutiny of their Chief of Operations. Percy, as the Commander of the vessel, felt obligated to protect his usually stoic and well-behaved… acquaintance? Di Angelo was reserved, almost standoffish, and resented anyone who tried to stick up for him for some reason, but that didn’t stop Percy’s stupid seaweed brain from doing so. Hence the acquaintance. Percy was 99% sure Di Angelo didn’t consider him a friend. But he was nice to Percy and a great officer, so Percy considered him his friend.

“It was my fault, Annie,” he used her childhood nickname carefully, not knowing whether it would soften her up or piss her off more. He was hoping for softening. “It was just another one of Jason and my dumb ideas that we thought we would need a scientist to help with, and we didn’t want to piss off Leo by involving him in it. You know how he is about his engineer and warp cores and whatnot,” Percy held his hands up placatingly. “Leave Di Angelo out of this, he has sciencey things to do, isn’t that right?” Percy side-eyed his companion who (not surprisingly) rolled his eyes.

“I try not to get involved with human pranks or even Jovian mischief, but Officer Grace and First Officer Jackson were about to be meddling with my linguistics team. It isn’t my duty to tell my superiors what to do, so I sought out the next best option, supervising and ensuring no lasting damage was done to the physical or emotional state of the linguistics team. Now,” Here Percy held in a smirk as Di Angelo shrugged. “If they caused interference with the machinery of the ship, that wouldn’t be my expertise, so I allowed it to happen and-” Percy held back a laugh as the other male started speaking even faster to get everything out as Annabeth turned redder and redder. “I’m very sorry about that, truly, but I had no control over the situation.”

“No control over the situation? You three broke our LIT machine and now we have to go back to Earth as soon as we pass close enough to fix it. Soon enough nobody on this ship will understand each other,” the woman across from them crossed her arms and Percy shrunk back a bit.

“I want to make a joke about a machine being called “LIT,” but I feel like it isn’t the right time,” he muttered. “I know the Linguistic Inhibition Technology is important, but most of us have a working understanding of at least one other language, so it shouldn’t be a huge issue, right?”

“You know it works by connecting to the implant technology in our brains, so as it shuts down one by one, members of this ship from spaces stations and planets far and wide will have no clue why they suddenly can’t understand their XO, or their Chief Officer, or their best friend. So you better explain this. And you have to tell them that we’re going straight back to Earth to fix it because no nearby planets have the same brain implant tech as us. Damn Terrans and their brand name technology copyrights,” Annabeth grumbled and finally turned around to walk off.

“Hey, you’re Terran, too!” Percy shouted after her, but she just flipped him the bird.

“She can do that?” Di Angelo asked, side-eyeing Percy.

“Yeah, she’s been my best friend since we were twelve. As long as she doesn’t undermine my authority in front of everyone else, I don’t really care. I’ve done way worse to her,” Percy laughed at the other man’s frown. “Nothing bad, just pranks and things of that sort. Maybe when we get back to Earth we can show you where we’re from. You never set foot off of the training grounds while you were in school.”

“I would… like that,” Di Angelo paused and gave Percy a soft smile.

“Great,” Percy patted the younger male on the shoulder and made his way to the Command Center.

Percy sat himself down in the rotating chair and pressed on the comms device.

“Gooooood evening crew of the USS Olympus, this is your Commanding Officer, Percy Jackson, speaking,” he smiled at the engineering crew that was scuttling by, only for one of them to pause and look at him like he was speaking a different language… Whoops.

“There was a malfunction with the Linguistic Inhibition Technology and we will be returning to Earth henceforth to repair it before the damage becomes problematic. You may experience glitches with your implant technology and may revert to only understanding your first language and those you have studied extensively. If somebody looks like they’re not understanding what I’m saying right now, please escort them to the linguistics team in Science Bay 3. Carry on. Jackson, out.” He clicked again and the mic turned off.

He sighed, this would be one of his bigger mistakes. They were supposed to be exploring, but they couldn’t do that if nobody could speak to one another. One trip home couldn’t hurt him, and he was sure Annabeth would be happy to see her father.

It wasn’t until later after the Chief Officer meeting when someone finally asked Percy about Earth. For many of the non-humans on the ship, Earth was a place to get education and training to go out in the star fleet, and they never set foot outside the campus grounds, just like Di Angelo. But people had stopped asking him questions because Earth was basically “Space Australia,” as Annabeth had explained to him. The adaptability of humans and their need to pack bond astounded many and horrified many others. So, he stopped talking about home.

It was a new member of their ship, Novax (a Vulcan who was a part of Leo’s engineering team), who asked him about it first.

“I hear Earth is 75% made of pure salt water, and is filled with animals of all kinds. Do you have a favorite water animal?” he asked Percy excitedly.

“Definitely dolphins, though they aren’t underwater creatures. Like humans they need oxygen to breathe, and come up for air very often. My favorite actual underwater species would have to be a hippocampus from Neptune. I’ve always wanted to go and see one, but my human anatomy prevents me from going on-planet,” Percy explained and sipped on his hot tea.

“There are a million creatures in the ocean and you pick one that doesn’t breathe underwater?” Clarisse grunted. His Chief Tactical Officer was a brutish Martian, but very specialized in weapons. “And your second favorite isn’t even Terran.”

“What else do you know about the ‘ocean’?” Novax breathed, leaning forward.

“Eh, not much,” Percy shrugged.

“I’m not sure I heard that correctly, maybe my LIT unit isn’t functioning well,” another member of engineering asked, Nyssa. “Your planet is 75% water and you don’t even know what is inside it?”

“I could tell you about the people who spend their life learning about what survives in the deep depths,” Percy looked up, knowing he had all of the non-Terrans hooked on every word. Even Di Angelo had paused in his note taking and was staring wide-eyed at Percy. “But I don’t know if you’d want to know.”

“No we do!” Nyssa exclaimed. “There are people who dedicate their lives to a place that’s literally not navigable by humans, the main inhabitants of the planet?”

“Well as you said, most of the planet is water. Which means that coastal communities are filled with fisherman, whalers, swimmers, and more. I could tell you about some of those. I could also tell you about the scientists that spend years of their lives building bots that can’t even come close to withstanding the pressure at the deepest depths without imploding, or I could tell you about those that do come close,” he shrugged.

“What happened to those?”

“The video feed cut out after only seeing multiple rows of sharp, jagged teeth,” Annabeth answered, her sharp grin frightening those who hadn’t noticed her. Some forgot that she was Terran, because she was also half Minervan.

“I could tell you about whales. Beautiful, they come in black and white or grey or blue. But they can be as big as almost 100 feet long. That’s as long as most pirate ships. And they could fit about 400 average sized humans in their mouths. You don’t want to cross one of them. And they only live on the surface. The things that live in the deep,” Percy shuddered for effect. There were no Neptunians on the ship, so there were no natural water dwellers there, so all of his rapt listeners were shocked by this information. “There’s the anglerfish. They light up the dark with an antenna on top of their heads, and the light lures in prey. But it’s so dim elsewhere that you don’t see their big sharp teeth until you’re right up against them,” he murmured. “Giant squids are almost as big as whales but not nearly as peaceful and beautiful. They have eight arms and two tentacles that could wrap around any boat and crush it.”

“Ten limbs?” Nyssa whispered, clearly disturbed.

“Plus, the Portuguese Man o’ War,” Percy shrugged nonchalantly. “Also known as the floating terror. It’s like a big blue jellyfish that sits innocently on top of the water with huge blue tentacles that sit just underneath with a sting strong enough to kill a full grown human.”

“Don’t worry,” Annabeth grinned that shark grin again. “Percy won’t tell you about the stories of the old days. He doesn’t want to scare you.”

“That was the not scary part?” Novax gulped.

“Anyway, I just got notified that we’ll be back on Earth in a few days, so brace yourselves,” and with that, she stood and left them all staring after her. When the door clicked shut, Percy had all eyes back on him. He shrugged.

“Don’t look at me. I wasn’t going to tell you about the kr- nevermind,” he stood. “Di Angelo, with me,” the younger officer stood, back to business and was at Percy’s side again in a moment. “Clear your schedule, you’re spending shore leave with me, pal.”

“Great,” came the deadpan reply.

“Don’t sound so somber,” Percy rolled his eyes. “I’m just going to show you the beach and maybe a good gay bar. You need to let off some steam my dude.”

The other male reddened.

“That is so… That is…” he huffed. “Highly inappropriate.” he glared down at the ground and Percy felt a little bad, maybe the guy wasn’t out? But it was clear he had a preference for males. Oh well, that foot was already in Percy’s mouth.

“Fine. But I will be attending and I am a great dancer so you’re missing out,” he winked at the flustered officer and made his way back to his cabin. It would be an interesting few days.

He made a plan with Annabeth. Day one before shore leave, Percy would spread a rumor to Novax about the kraken. Bigger than a giant squid and meaner. Known to crush entire pirate ships in the olden days.

Day two, Annabeth would mention sirens to Nyssa. Hideous creatures that could lure you in with their voices and lead you to believe you were bringing your ship in to everything you ever wanted, when in reality you would crash your ships and then drown.

Day three, Percy would tell Leo about the Megalodon. A definitely very real shark so big you couldn’t even imagine it. Percy shuddered at that one.

“But, there are some good things,” Percy was speaking to Nico Di Angelo from his Commander chair, in ear shot of some of the participants of the conversation a few nights prior. “Mermaids, the siren’s nicer cousin species. And the lost city of Atlantis. Known to be a great and bountiful city, lost to the sea and cursed by the gods to be stuck down there forever. Some believe it still exists, but it’s within the Bermuda Triangle.”

“What, pray tell, is the Bermuda Triangle,” Clarisse sighed.

“Hard to explain. Ships just… go in… and they never come out,” Annabeth shrugged. “Planes go down. Ships wreck. People who go in don’t come back out, so we don’t know if Atlantis is really there or not.”

“That’s… terrifying,” Novax whispered as he walked by.

Percy was sure he had created a healthy fear of Earth’s oceans in his crew. And he meant to, because while he loved the beach and swimming, he did want to make them shy away from the depths. They wouldn’t do well to explore it.

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morgana-ren · 3 years

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SUBMISSION: How about a nasty sweaty incel shiggy waiting everyday for his dad to go to work so that he could have his relief with stepmom?

Excellent submission! Love that. Love that a lot! I find it only fair to warn you, however, that I won’t be doing mommy kink for it. Mommy kink is one of my squicks, and one of the very, very few I have. I’ll do the closest thing to it though: Daddy kink. Also I find the irony of him making his little stepmom call him daddy to be absolutely hilarious.

Also this one is a great concept and I love it but it’s going to have to be a multi-parter cause it got a little bit long. Lemme know if you like the concept and I’ll continue it. Also this posted under anonymous for some reason so cheers to tumblr and its endless fucking glitches that it never fixes or seems to make any better.

Warnings: Noncon, dubcon, sexism, really gross incel behavior, nsfl things, masturbation, violent sexual fantasies, nefarious planning, horrible suggestions from even more horrible friends, absolute LOATHING of family, and entitled bastard.

There is only one thing on this planet that Tomura hates more than his father.

Only one thing can even compare to the level of abject disgust he has for his dad. Everything about the man is abhorrent and degenerate, only tolerated because Tomura is, admittedly, a NEET, and had no where else to go after graduation. But if anything- anything- could hold a candle, it would be his taste in women.

All women are trashy on some level, but his dad really manages to find ones that pretend so hard that they aren’t. Vipers behind the veneer of smiling faces clad in red lipstick and smart skirts. Always “kind”, always “thoughtful”, and always fleeting. Fickle, stupid bimbos charmed by his dads surface level charisma to quickly realize just how shallow the pool became.

Even his own mom was like that: She fucked off once she realized staying with him meant staying with his dad, and that was a sacrifice she wasn’t willing to make. So she left him to rot in this cesspit with his worthless father and no other way out.

He figures he can’t hold it against her, not as much as he’d like. A few weeks with his shriveled up paternal figure and most women quickly figure out they can do so much better. It’s in their nature to seek out the best, and that certainly isn’t Kotaro; A bumbling idiot with nothing to offer on the best of days. They don’t know any better, so they never last long after being brought home to meet his son, and those are the ones that even make it that far.

So when he starts yammering on about meeting yet another skank and how ‘in love’ he already is, Tomura’s eyes roll so far back in his head that he swears his retinas will detach. He makes a point to be around as little as possible, but somehow still manages to catch an earful about his latest fling and how excited he is for Tomura to meet her.

Great.

True to his word, Kotaro brings you home one evening, eager to impress his son with his latest catch.

His father had a lot of nerve dragging him from his room to meet you- his latest glorified slut. Adding insult to injury, you had the unmitigated gall to talk down to him like you were an adult and he wasn’t. Even though you had to crane your neck to look up and greet him, you still talked at him like he was some child. So different from you even though you were so much smaller than he was- barely even a few years older than he is, if even that.

So polite, introducing yourself and gently shaking his reluctant hand, making a point to smile at him and telling him how happy were to finally meet him and that you’d heard so much about him. Your hands were so soft, so little in comparison to his own. He dwarfs his pathetic father, practically towers over you, yet you still talk to him like you’re the adult in the equation.

So young, so pretty, though. Far better than anything his father had a right to pull. They weren’t exactly swimming in cash, the house was nothing in particular to gloat about, and he’d done enough eavesdropping around late at night to know his father suffered a particular… ailment, so it certainly wasn’t sexual satisfaction keeping you around. What was it then?

Probably nothing. You’d probably run off in a few weeks like they all do.

Kotaro is a worthless sack of drooping skin and aging bones; A ghost of a man not worthy of the phantoms he’s seen pass in his years. No longer the dominant male even in his own home: not with a stronger, more virile son coming into his prime under the roof as well. A beta male at best, withering away while his own son eclipses him in strength and intellect and physique. Tomura is in his mid twenties and blooming- His father… who even knows. He doesn’t care- he doesn’t bother to keep track.

So, maybe you really are just a dumb little whore. It would make sense. Father dearest always had been a dirty old man; A raging pervert with wandering hands and lingering eyes. Always sets his predatory sights on some cute thing too good for him.

Then again, the poisoned apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, now does it?

You’re cute enough you could have gotten some alpha at your beck and call, yet you’ve attached yourself to his worthless father who, in turn, parades you around like his most beloved trophy. Taking you to dinners he can’t afford despite your ‘insistence’ that you be allowed to pay, buying you things you claim you don’t need. Oh, how the moron dotes on his whores as if it’s enough to keep them anchored to him.

Strangely though, you don’t run off.

If anything, you sink your claws in even further, getting more and more comfortable and showing up more and more. Every time Tomura leaves his fucking room- which isn’t often- you’re there around the corner, smiling dumb and pretty and greeting him politely.

Fuck, he hates you. Hates your stupid voice, your shitty dresses, hates hearing his father happy for once.

It’s no surprise- but unwelcome no less- that he’d move you in sooner rather than later. Terrified to let you out of his sight for even a second lest you come to what little senses you have in your tiny brain and dump him. Of course, he’s quick to take on all of your burdens as his own, even if it means working overtime to support you. He’s always wanted another little housewife, and now he’s so close.

Tomura listens in on the whole conversation feeling sick to his gut.

You beg him not to- offering to pay your own way just like a good girl, but of course his dumbass dad will hear none of it. He’s more than happy to spend a couple of extra hours at work. His dad is so idiotic, so fucking blind. He’s playing right into it. He’s willing to be your workhorse if it means keeping you all to himself.

He’ll hear none of it. None of the fussing or the questions. You’re welcome in his home, he wants you there. It’s no imposition at all, he knows the house will be better with you around.

Except he forgets one crucial detail-

The son he leaves home alone with you every single day when he leaves.

You’re nothing but a nuisance, something infringing on his private space. The time he used to get home alone to spend to his own devices is now split with you flittering around the house doing whatever it is bimbos like you do. Cleaning, cooking, pretending to read, whatever. He doesn’t have to see you if he doesn’t want, sure, but he still knows you’re there and that’s more than enough to annoy him.

It’s almost like you catch on to his animosity after a while. The way he won’t greet you back, the way he utterly ignores your existence. It bugs you, and as far as he’s concerned, good.

You try to slip him up, try to get close to him and make him like you. You always set a place for him at the table even after Kotaro repeatedly insists- truthfully- that he’ll never join for dinner. Even then, you always bring the plate to his door. He never bothers to answer- not after the first few times when he only opened it a sliver to see your stupid smiling face. After that, he didn’t bother answering. He’ll eat it of course- won’t pass up free food he doesn’t have to leave his room for- and then leave the dirty dish back outside where you left it. You brought it, after all. You can clean it up.

All your efforts only get you mocked, and boy do you try so hard to get his affection. He even overhears you whining to his dad once or twice, not understanding why he doesn’t like you.

It makes him smile.

His friends- online of course, but still friends or comrades or kindred spirits or whatever- have more opportunistic ideas about it. His first post to the forum complaining about the new living situation was met with envy and awe- not necessarily the response he was expecting, though looking back on it, he supposes they were right.

lmpwrst: Why u bitchin’? Ur living with a girl ur not related to and that’s closer than any of us have gotten u ungrateful ass

KingKockRool: Go jerk off on her pillow.

Stacystabber91: take a video hold her down and fuck her then idiot

KingKockRool: No wait till she’s sleeping and jerk it on her face

st8lker: Bet she’s ugly tho if she’s dating your dad lol

Oddly enough, he doesn’t agree. That’s one thing he understands about you, loathe as he is to admit it. His new ‘stepmom’, for all her annoyances, is pretty easy on the eyes. The kinda girl that would have caught his eye in an unrelated situation and earned a permanent spot in his spank bank. Thinking about it, the whole ‘dating his dad’ situation maybe threw off his judgement more than he realized.

He’ll let the jury decide: He finds a photo on your social media, crops everyone else out of it, and hits enter. Easy peasy. He saves it to his hard drive for later too. Might as well.

‘Here, you decide then.’

Thus the shitstorm begins.

st8lker: Oh fuckkk fuck me mommy lmao

lmpwrst: Opportunity is wasted on u

Stacystabber91: you pussy punk bitch, i stand by what I said earlier. dont be a bitch and fuck the little cunt already

VolceliSwear: Whos the bitch

lmpwrst: Scratchy’s new stepmommy lol

VolceliSwear: Nice. Hit it yet?

Stacystabber91: he hasn’t cause he’s a gigantic fuckin pussy like i told you all

VolceliSwear: Come on dude you actually have that gash sleeping in your house and you haven’t made a move?

Stacystabber91: it’s not like she could say no cause you’re a big lanky bastard aren’t you? that’s one thing we got over the shortcels and you’re bigger and stronger than her so take what’s yours idiot or I will

lmpwrst: I agree with SS lol U complain all the time about not having a hole to fuck and now u do

VolceliSwear: ^^ Isn’t your dad a limp-dicked prick who can’t get it up? Someone’s gotta do it so it might as well be you. Hit the bitch so hard and fast she doesn’t know what way is up

Stacystabber91: and send pics moron I want to see tits or I’m coming over there to do it myself

It’s an… intriguing thought. To be honest, he’s never actually considered fucking you before. Had the passive thought like he does with most girls he sees, but never stopped to think on actually doing it. For some reason, there was a mental wall between him and his father’s girlfriends. But why should there be?

Depraved little bastard that he is, he’s not above cornering a girl and forcing himself on her but he’s not keen on going to jail, so he’s never escalated past creepy photos and following the occasional broad a little too closely. Maybe a couple gropes in passing… okay, maybe a lot. But he’s never gotten caught- maybe the girls don’t report it or just couldn’t find him afterward. Either way, it’s all worked out so far because he doesn’t cross certain boundaries.

Most girls are repulsed by him and his repugnant behavior, so they stay far, far away. It’s like he’s a giant blaring warning sign that they tend to heed instinctively.

But you don’t.

This is different. You live here, so close to him, so within reach. Just how close you are. How easy it would be for him to force you down and make you take it. Just how much time alone he really has with you since his father leaves and returns like clockwork. He’s got the entire day once his father leaves for work. And all night once he takes his sleeping medication. An easy, pretty little catch already wiggling in his web.

‘Maybe I will.’

That’s how it starts.

Snowball into snowstorm.

With an idea and a lot of goading from his online buddies, a monster is born and weaned on his own depravity and escalates into something very real, and very dangerous.

Tomura is achingly familiar with the scene- he’s seen enough porn to give him ample ideas. But he’s got all the time in the world. It’s hard not to rush things considering how eager he is, but it’s safer to test the waters first. Get you nice and scared so you’ll keep your pretty mouth shut unless he tells you to open it for him. See how far he can get, how much he can toy with you before you finally catch on.

Who knows? Maybe you’ll fuck him willingly. You are a stupid little slut, after all. Most of you females are deep down beneath that holier-than-thou, stuck up bitchiness you hide behind.

So he starts with a time honored tradition. He steals your panties.

The bathroom is cluttered with your shit. Your fruity shampoos and conditioners, your makeup, your perfumes. Tomura has a toothbrush and a comb he doesn’t use, a bottle of 3-1 for when he forces himself into a shower, and a singular gray towel, but the rest is between you and his father. Your body washes, your scrubs, your clothes in the hamper.

It’s easy enough to fish out a fresh pair- only a couple of hours old. Some lacy contraption you must’ve been wearing beneath your clothes and carelessly left in the bin when you showered. It’s easy to pocket them before you hear him rummaging around, and maybe you’ll miss them, but that’s not his problem. Washer eats things all the time, doesn’t it?

He’s hidden back in his room, safely dodging you before he allows himself to indulge- Bringing them to his nose and inhaling the doubled fabric of the crotch so hard that it catches on the edge of his nostrils.

Fuck, your cunt smell good- tangy and sweet but the tiniest hint of bitter. A couple of whiffs is enough to get his cock twitching, inflating into a painful hardness as he hears you walking around outside in the hallway. Shit, you’re so fuckin’ airheaded, walking around so oblivious as he tongues at the cloth that was nestled right up against your pussy until a few hours ago. He can taste you, sucking your left over essence through his teeth and he swears he’s going to cream all over the inside of his jeans if he doesn’t jerk off right now.

He’s quick to drop his sweats and sprawl on his bed, thumbing the tip of his prick and licking gratuitous stripes up the slim of your discarded panties with his tongue. You’d look so good sucking his cock; On your bruised knees, face a slathered mess of cum and saliva and running makeup. Bulge in your throat from taking him so deep and trying so hard to please him like you always do- or maybe avoid a painful punishment because he isn’t above using his hands on you and you learned that the hard way.

The thought of your ruddy, soppy face makes him throb- fucking your wet little throat until you’re suffocating, pulling out to let you breathe only to cum on your face. Yanking you up to bend you over the stove and force you to make his worthless father’s dinner with his spend tacking across your face and his cock lodged deep in your cunt. Worthless fucking sack of shit that his father is, he’d spit in it too and make you serve it to him with a smile while your actual daddy watches you do it and rewards you later with his dick fucking you between your tits.

Fuck yes, that’s what he’ll make you do. He’ll make you call him daddy when he creampies you- the opportunity is too perfect to pass. He’ll fuck his father’s pretty whore as she screams and moans for daddy’s cock while his father is away at work to pay all her frivolous bills like the beta-cuck he is. None of the work and all of the reward- as it should be.

It’s not like Kotaro can fuck you, and his friends are right. Someone should. So why not him? Why not spread your legs for your boyfriend’s younger, more powerful son? Oh, sorry, did he give you the illusion that you had a choice? He’ll take what is rightfully his and there’s not a fucking thing you or his pathetic fucking father can ever do about it.

He plucks your panties from his face, moving them instead to work over his cock. It would feel so much better if you were wearing them- grinding your sweet little cunt against his dick, begging him not to fuck you but getting so wet all the same. The silky fabric feels so good against his hypersensitive skin, coupled with the clenched pumping of his fist as he daydreams about railing you into his filthy mattress until you’re too weak to even move on your own, his cum dripping from every one of your used holes. Limp, useless little whore too fucked out to even fight him as he fucks her in the ass again-

Fantasies swirl in his head, flashes of scenarios that tease him and work him into a frenzy. He’s going to cum hard to the thought filling you, your agonized face as the tip of him knocks against the opening of your womb, buried so deep in your cute pussy that he can feel the wall that keeps him firmly locked out of your guts. So close, so tight, so warm. He’s going to pump you full to the brim like the skank you are, fill you nice and thick full of his seed and then use you again and again and again-

He feels it in his spine, waves of pleasure furling at the base and congealing together impossibly tight, so ready to burst. His thighs flex, muscles in his stomach tightening and breath staggering. Searing white behind dry, clenched eyes and his cock twitches in his palm, knot bursting deep between his legs as his hand stills momentarily. His hands twitch, cock throbbing as thick ropes of cum spill over the slats of his fingers, splattering his stomach and the waist of his sweatpants and all over your adorable little panties.

“Shit-”

Shallow, shaky breaths, still seeing stars popping behind his eyelids. Fuck, he hasn’t cum that hard in- well, a very long time. Is it the thought of having something tangible soon? His very own cunt to abuse? Grinning, he looks down at the absolutely drenched pair in his hand, sticky with fresh seed.

He thinks so.

Instinctively, he wipes the excess off his fingers and onto his dirty, rumpled black sheets, swiping across his shirt and his skin. Just another ‘mystery spot’ among the rest, soon to become a crusty, flaked white stain on the fabric among all the preexisting ones.

With some effort on his part, he sits up, still trying to catch his breath. He thought post orgasm clarity might deter him from this path, but if anything, he’s even more determined now. Why should he sit and touch himself in a dark room when there’s a perfectly good set of holes to fuck wandering around freely outside?

Oh yeah, this should work out just fine.

There’s a knock on the door while he’s still wading through his gross thoughts, softly at first but then slightly more insistent. It jolts him alert, irritating him that he’s being bothered when he’s scheming. He’s already finished the dirty dead, all ready to put himself away for now but it’s still jarring none the less when someone comes around so closely to him wanking. A quick dash at the clock tells him it’s not dinner time yet, so what gives? Why are you bothering him now? Nothing is ready yet.

He tucks himself away and quickly buries your soiled underwear in the pocket of his sweats. Quickly wiping any remnants on the knees of his pants before swinging his door open, agitation palpable as he greets your stupid, sunny face.

Speak of the she-devil.

“Hi, Tomura! Just wondering if you have any laundry or anything you want me to take!” “N-” He’s about to slam the door. About to. But you know what? You want his laundry? Sure. He’s got some for you. “Yeah- yeah, sure.”

He steps back from behind the door, letting it creak open a little as he rips off his freshly re-soiled sheets.

“Oh, good! Yeah, I’m throwing in my own so I’ll take your load too-“

Yeah you will.

Balling it up, he chucks it at you as you curiously peek your head in. You’ve never seen the inside of his room, but soon you’ll see plenty. He doesn’t know if you can feel the fresh cum on the sheets, but he’s willing to bet you can probably smell it. To your credit, you barely falter, even with the sheet cradled in your bare arms.

You’re probably having a moment of “understanding.” ‘He’s a young man with no girlfriend and no other outlet. Of course he’s going to wack off’ and all that. It’s cute, the way you pretend not to notice. That’s okay, he’ll give you something you can’t ignore.

He steps up to the door again, yanking his black shirt over his head and dropping it in your arms with a shit eating grin.

“Oh- okay, yeah-“

Your sentence halts completely as he starts to strip off his pants and you’re left staring in slight horror as your stepson strips down to his boxers in front of you before placing his sweats on the top of the pile you’re carrying- right by your face.

“I’ve got some more dirty boxers if you think you can handle anymore.” He’s grinning like a fiend, reveling in your poorly concealed discomfort as he leans against the doorframe, swinging out towards you. You’re backing away from him, desperately trying to keep your eyes up and away from his very exposed body, and especially the half hard cock tenting the front of his boxers. Your face is turning a viciously dark shade, stifling your breathing because he just knows what you’re refusing to see, you can almost certainly smell.

“Um- nope! This should be a full one! I’ll get them back to you soon!”

“Oh, take your time. No rush.”

You scurry off down the hall much quicker than your usual casual walk, probably to scrub your arms clean with iron wool. Poor little thing, just trying to be nice and this is what it gets you.

He cackles something fierce as he shuts his door again, going to look for your ruined panties to post a pic but remembering they’re still in the pocket of his sweatpants, covered in his cum and saliva. A fun little surprise for you to find when you go through pockets to ensure nothing gets stuck in the washer.

And he notices, in the coming days, you stop leaving your clothes in the hamper- or even being able to meet his eyes.

Oh, this should be fun.

#nsft #shigaraki smut #see warnings #no mommy kink i am sorry #lots of gross shit for you tho #which I assume you want cause you came to me of all people #see the warning list up top for full disclosure

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Tommyinnit and Hermitcraft- Heartstone

So this builds off of the whole "Tommy has somehow found himself on Hermitcraft after the exile arc" thing that got really popular with @redorich and @petrichormeraki on tumblr. Basically it's an excuse to give Tommy therapy and 20+ parent figures. One thing that's a common thread in those stories is that Tommy is shocked that Hermitcraft has infinite respawns and all of the hermits are quick to reassure him that he really won't perma-die in their world. And I had the thought- well, what if he wasn't in their world anymore? And thus came forth 1500+ words of angst~

It begins like this. Evil X is stuck in the void, alone and with no one to talk to. He misses daylight, he misses touch, he misses hearing voices other than his own. One day, he sees something get shot through the void as if by slingshot, leaving a trail of code in its wake, tethering the whatever it is back the way it came. This is Tommy, and while he begins to get adjusted to Hermitcraft and company, Evil X watches as the string of code begins to imprint itself into the void, and eventually learns that he can interact with it, albeit only on the most superficial of levels. On Tommy's end, he slowly begins to heal from his time spent in the war zone that is the Dream SMP, making fast friends with Grian and several of the other hermits in the process. He goes pranking with his newest, winged older brother figure, laughs at the antics of Impulse, Tango, and Zedaph, builds a cobblestone tower with BDubs, etc. But for all that he's healing, such a process isn't linear. No one on the server can truly understand just what sort of stuff he has been through, and so he often finds himself alone, trying to deal with his wildest emotions by talking to himself.

One day, however, a little voice in his head starts talking back. It's rough and gravelly and not very nice at first, but it's faint enough that he chalks it up to his imagination and moves on with his life. He follows Stress around like a duckling for a day, plays squire for Welsknight, and has a roaring panic attack after an unfortunate spar with False leads to him getting flashbacks to the Pit with Technoblade. He retreats back to his tower for a good cry, and in the midst of his tears, he hears the voice again. This time it's a bit nicer, sounding unsure and a bit panicky as it tries to encourage him to stop crying, god this is awkward, kid, it'll be fine. Wait, are you a kid? You seem tall for a munchkin.

This time, Tommy knows that it isn't his imagination, but half of his old server seemed to have voices in their heads so he really isn't all that alarmed that he seemed to have developed one of his own too. And he does something that no one else does when Evil X reaches out- he starts talking back. It's rough going, at first, especially since both of them have abrasive personalities, but eventually they settle into a rough estimation of friendship that means more to them then they are willing to say. From Evil X's perspective, this is the first time someone has actually listened to him and hasn't been turned away by his violent streak, his bad manners, and lack of proper social skills. For Tommy, this is a chance to vent to someone who seems to understand his pain. It helps that neither of them are inclined to ask too many questions. Tommy, on his part, has no clue that Evil X is an actual person and not a voice in his head, while Evil X can't bring himself to ask why Tommy has left a trail of code in the void and why it's all so glitched. He especially fears asking about the perma-death clause that seems to naturally have occurred in his code.

He will come to regret this choice.

The day is like any other, at first. He begins his day with a slice of sweet melon and then flies off to whatever hermits are awake at the time to "share a meal with them." Really, it started as an excuse to make sure that Tommy was eating at least one meal day, even in his most dissociative of states, but has since turned into an opportunity to eat weird things in front of people to see their reactions. (Etho is his favorite. He's always up early and half the time, asks to try a bite of whatever Tommy is having. They both agree that spider eyes taste a lot like sour boba.) From there it's off to the shopping district to restock his dirt shop and claim his share of the profits from the hole-digging service he runs with Grian. After that, there's just enough time to complete an order or two and collect more cobble and dirt before he has to meet up with Grian to go on their biweekly End Busting session. The two usually have a lot of fun as they go about it, Tommy jokingly shoving Grian off the platform only for his adopted brother to catch himself and fly up to join him on the narrow platform spanning the emptiness once again. Every once in a while, Grian mock-threatens to do the same in return, but he knows better than to actually attempt it after he did it once and had had to catch Tommy when he started screaming and even after they had gotten back to solid ground, he wouldn't stop for the better part of half an hour.

On habits die hard, after all. Tommy may have been told time and time again by everyone on the server that infinite respawns are a thing, yes really, but he still has a hard time believing it. He actually has a rather insane number of levels racked up- even more than Xisuma, which is impressive- because in all the months that he has been on Hermitcraft, he hasn't died once. It's a combination of survival skills taught to him by Philza and his own paranoia which has kept him alive for so long, and most of the hermits agree that it is rather impressive, if not entirely healthy for him to be so scared of dying. (Doc once offered to kill him as evidence that yes, it really is safe here and you will respawn, but for all that death by crazy redstone machine might of been cool, Tommy took a hard pass on that. Grian low key took exception to Doc offering to kill his adopted little brother, really man? Not cool.)

Anyway, Grian and Tommy meet up in the End and start off bridging with the insane amount of cobble that Tommy has stored up. Usually Tommy is in front, placing the stones, and Grian is in back, watching out for any sign of a slip up, but this time they decide to switch it up a bit, head in a new direction, play around with who's doing what this time. It ends... poorly. They bridge out into the black, on and on and on, farther into the void than they ever have before. Slowly, the islands of floating white stone stop appearing with such frequency, but they become larger in size and stranger in shape. Every once in a while Grian will see what he swears to be a glowing white mountain of Endstone in the distance, although Tommy calls bullshit each and every time. They chalk it all up to bad luck and going nuts from boredom, but really, neither one of them knows how to quit while they're ahead. As the islands disappear altogether and all that remains to orient themselves is the tenuous lifeline of cobblestone beneath their feet, the unthinkable happens.

Grian slips. And Tommy, taught compassion by the very world that will now kill him, reaches out to save him.

For one, brief moment, the two brothers clasp hands- and then Grian's weight pulls Tommy right over the edge and down, down, down into the void below.

Grian fell out of the world.

Tommy fell out of the world... and into a new one.

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Xisuma wakes up late that day. He's been doing that a lot, if he's honest, given how late he's staying up most nights finishing up builds and the like. Those hours of sleep have to come from somewhere, after all, and he's far from an early bird. He gives into the impulse to relax a bit, drinking some tea sweetened with just enough honey to rot his teeth, and then heads off to his computer room to start up his duties as admin for the day. It's the red lights that alert him to something being wrong, and at first, he thinks it's just one of hermits' cam accounts being buggy again. Perhaps it got shut off while the hermit was bridging through the void and the hermit in question simply hadn't retrieved it yet? But who would name their cam account Tommyinnit? The looming dread sits cold in his gut as he flicks his fingers to open up his admin panel... Best to check, just in case.

The death messages are clear enough- Keralis had just perished to a ravager yesterday, likely Tango's from Decked Out if he had to guess. Zedaph had been slain by a piglin twenty minutes ago. And Grian and Tommy had fallen into the void. But if that were the case... why had only one of them respawned?

On Grian's part, he comes to with a lingering chill deep in his bones and an awful headache. The bed underneath him is warm and the sheets are a soft rosy color, likely one of the ones in Scar's magical village if the persistent smell of spruce is anything to go by. He winces against the light filtering through the window and turns to the side, squinting at where Tommy had placed his blue bed right next to his, apology on his lips for his stupid mistake. The sheets are undisturbed. Huh. That's weird, he could have sworn that he and Tommy had set their respawn points at the same time. Maybe Tommy had just forgotten and he was back in his base or at spawn? Grian rises to his feet slowly, giving his body time to adjust to the colors and sounds of the Overworld, then flaps his wings and takes off to go looking for his Tommy.

He doesn't find him.

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The reactions to Tommy's "death" are many and varied, although for the most part, the hermits are split into two camps- those that think Tommy is gone for good, and those that think he may still be out there somewhere. For the first few days of Tommy's disappearance, most everyone is in the latter camp. Xisuma spends hours upon hours scanning the code, becoming increasingly more frazzled and terrified as his lack of sleep gets to him. Tango and Doc join him in the endeavor, although none of them have any luck or are able to spot the piece of code that caused the problem. No additions, no changes to the text, nothing. Grian leads the other team, those who set out on foot and one wing and with pick in hand to scour the world for their youngest charge, taken from them too soon. They begin in a grid pattern, setting out in ones and twos to search the whole world, but as the distance increases, the neat, orderly flyovers turn into frenzied boosting as panic starts to get the better of them. Some of them hold onto their composure better than others, but Grian ends up flying over the same patch of forest three times because he can't see for his tears. False, Impulse, Welsknight, and Beef cross the Nether, fighting their way into Bastion after Bastion and leaving Nether portals in their wake. In their tracks comes the fliers- Grian, Ren, Iskall, and BDubs. Each one takes a portal and does a sweep through the corresponding patch of Overworld before picking a direction to continue the search. Cubfan, iJevin, and Scar take to the seas, Mumbo, Stress, xB, and Zedaph to the End, Etho down into the depths of the caves below. Strangely enough, there are a few hermits who don't join the search- Keralis, who got the unlucky task of taking care of Xisuma and the others searching through the code, Tinfoilchef, who doesn't provide a reason but everyone gives him a pass because of his age, and Joe Hills and Zombie Cleo, who refuse to explain themselves.

Eventually, the searches dry up. Eventually, some of the hermits admit defeat. Hundreds of thousands of blocks out from spawn, down to the bedrock below, beneath sea and sky and every place that lacks the sun. How far is too far? For Xisuma, enough is enough. Tommy is dead. The search is over.

He stops looking. And soon, others do the same.

And the tone of the server... shifts.

For the first time that any of them can remember, a person has perma-died. Sure, they've all heard the rumors, of servers where infinite respawns is not the norm, of servers where the world glitched and a creeper is supercharged enough to damage a player down to their code. But they'd never thought that one of their own would be on the receiving end of such a curse. And to the hermits, the possibility of dying themselves suddenly becomes all too real. The constant flying is the first to go, and for those that insist on it anyway (outside of Grian, who has wings), checking the elytras' durability becomes more than just a habit. Eating spider eyes and other junk is out of the question, now it's golden apples or nothing. The Nether is all but abandoned, as is the End, and everyone on the server either groups up so that they are never alone, or retreats into their bases, becoming true hermits befitting of their server's name.

The joy that had once been so characteristic of the server is gone, and in the hearts of all, there lingers the dread that any one of them might be next- although, there are still those that hold on to hope that Tommy may not be as gone as he seems.

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The hermits who think Tommy is dead for good and have stopped searching: Doc, Etho, Xisuma, Welsknight, Grian, BDubs, Cubfan, TinfoilChef, Stress, False, Iskall.

The hermits who think Tommy is still out there, alive if still missing, and that the search should continue: Keralis, Mumbo, Tango, Vintage Beef, Impulse, Zedaph, Joe Hills, Zombie Cleo, Scar, Rendog, xB.

Doc and Etho are old. They don't like to admit it, but they've been around since the beginning, back when players were first learning how to jump servers and communicator technology was undergoing its first upgrade. They've seen a lot and know well by now that dead is dead. Tommy is dead. All that is left to do is mourn and move on, and they have shed their tears already. Call them cold for it, but in the face of a kind of drive that can keep a man going after his entire server has burnt down around his ears (Mindcrack will be missed), they know they need to keep moving forward. There are enough broken messes on the server these days, and it is through their efforts that shops remain stocked and the torches don't burn out. They hold onto normalcy with an iron grip and hope that some day, the rest of the hermits will join them in rationality.

Stress too has a comparatively healthy approach to all of this. She doesn't want it to be true, god no, but so far everything is pointing in the direction of Tommy being dead for good. She eats a couple dozen bowls of ice cream, has a some good cries, doesn't leave her base for a week, and even afterwards she can't bring herself to wear pink for a while. But she's mourning. She's accepted things. She lets her heart break, and as time passes, she lets herself heal. And that's enough for her.

Scar is of the opinion that Tommy is still out there, and while he clings to that hope with all his might, it's fragile and Cub just knows that his best friend is going to be cut to pieces when that hope inevitably breaks. So he takes Scar aside for a quiet conversation, to break his heart before the world can break it for him. Afterwards, Scar stops talking about Tommy as if he's coming back, but his smile is never as bright as it was before. And Cub's heart breaks too.

Team ZIT swings the exact opposite way as the rest and are firmly of the belief that permadeath is impossible and thus Tommy must be alive. The three of them aren’t known for their impulse control at the best of times, and with so many hermits having given up, the trio is rightfully vicious about the fact that the others, in their eyes, have abandoned their friend. Zedaph, Impulse, and Tango all kind of feed into one another and start doing lots of dangerous stunts, as if daring the universe to permakill them and prove them wrong. If one of them does something, the other two join in and escalate things, which gets impossibly dangerous very, very fast. Tango is furious, Impulse is bitter, and Zedaph is straight up heartbroken that his other friends would give up on another of their number. They do things like fly incredibly high, go cliff jumping in the Nether only to catch themselves at the last minute, and sprint across the End bridges. If they have doubts, they never voice them. Even when Tango feels like he’s burning up from the inside and wonders at his newfound hate. Even when Impulse is utterly terrified but goes along with things anyway because Tango is doing it and he can’t bear to leave a friend alone. Even when Zedaph looks at his friends and can’t help but feel scared of and for these strangers wearing the faces he knows so well. Even then.

Team ZIT often gets dragged into and starts lots of screaming fights with the other hermits who believe Tommy is dead, especially Doc, BDubs, xB, and False. False especially gets vicious, as while pvp is no longer permitted on the server, her tongue is as sharp as any blade. She believes firmly that the others are trampling on Tommy’s memory by insisting that he isn’t dead and she is determined to make them stop. And if they refuse to give up their foolishness? Well, all she might have left is her words but with them she will make them bleed.

xB and Vintage Beef are as close to neutral as you are going to get from those that get into regular arguments. xB thinks Tommy is dead until proven otherwise, while Beef thinks the exact reverse. As some of the more chill hermits, they often get dragged in to play negotiator so that the fights don’t turn physical. And some days, when someone says something particularly hurtful, they’ll close themselves up in one of xB’s bunkers and drink until they can no longer remember why they ought to be enemies. It’s hardly healthy, but they both agree that it’s better this way. Better to forget than to hurt, after all.

Grian is… somewhat the same. Sort of. He was traumatized by Tommy, the boy he adopted as his little brother, dying before his eyes, and he can’t help but blame himself. That is, when he can remember that Tommy is dead at all. After the fall, Grian’s mind was badly broken and he couldn’t accept that his little brother was dead for the longest time. He fell into two weeks of deep depression, barely eating or drinking, and eventually Iskall came and took care of him when he realized that he hadn’t seen his buddy in ages. Iskall nursed Grian back to health, only to feel his heart shatter in his breast when Grian turned to him, eyes feverishly bright and tone childlike, asking where Tommy was. The winged man’s mind couldn’t cope with the loss so it had shut down entirely, making him forget the tragedy that had occured. Iskall had deflected then, frantically trying to figure out what to say, but after a few days of Grian wandering about in a dreamlike state, his memory came back to him and he collapsed in on himself once more. The winged hermit is now locked in a loop of this, while poor Iskall is stuck trying to keep his friend alive and relatively sane.

Iskall, for his part, thinks Tommy is well and truly dead. In part because of his own certainty, in part because anything else would be even crueler for Grian. He doesn’t resent his friend for his break downs, just quietly bundles him up and clutches him close, coaxing him to eat and bathe, to put down the guilt and realize that it’ll be okay, the world won’t end with Tommy gone. He gently tries to nudge Grian down that path of acceptance of Tommy’s fate, and though he faces many setbacks, he tackles each one with a special kind of patience born of platonic love. They’re bros, despite everything. It’s only right.

Mumbo is, weirdly enough, on the side of Tommy being alive. Iskall doesn’t exactly approve and while he and Mumbo sometimes get into whispered arguments over it, they try to keep their little disagreements from Grian. Both of them only want to see their friend happy again, and will do just about anything to make it happen. For Mumbo, this means putting together crazy redstone contraptions to try and find Tommy again, as he’s certain that Grian’s little brother is still out there somewhere- and he has a piece that might prove it. Iskall comes over one day, face drawn and haggard from a night of soothing Grian through another set of screaming nightmares, only to find Mumbo waist high in redstone wiring, all hooked up to a strange portal design that looks too much like Doc’s infinity portal from season 6 for comfort. At the top of the arch is Tommy’s compass, needle whirling about like a hurricane, and while the portal isn’t lit, it does give off a faint blue-black glow. Iskall is frightened that Mumbo is tampering with something that could get him killed and Mumbo rushes to reassure him that no, the compass was specifically linked to Tommy so if Tommy was really dead, it would have been reset, right? He’s merely borrowing that tie to try and figure out where the two ends lead. Iskall is less than sure about this, especially since Mumbo is just as drawn and pale as he is, if a bit more covered in redstone, but they agree that fighting is pointless. They care about each other and about Grian too much to put any of them through that sort of pain- and besides, there’s more than enough fighting on the server already.

Ren too thinks that Tommy is alive and he is one of the ones who gets into regular fights. He’s a lover, not a fighter, but something about this whole situation just burns him up. When the pressure gets too much, he goes flying, tracing over those old familiar trails they searched so long ago, trying to see if there is anything they missed. There never is.

Welsknight has made his peace with Tomy’s death, though the server tends to forget that he and Tommy were closer than most. He alone knew that Tommy was once upon a time a boy called Theseus (a name given to him shyly when Tommy had asked him if there were any great heroes with that name that didn’t die). He alone knew Tommy’s love for horses, or that he would spend hours whispering horror stories to them when he thought no one would hear. Tommy was his squire, and although he had accepted the tragedy, he still wept for the hurt it brought him. He alone knew of the little grave he had dug under the willow tree in his castle courtyard and the headstone he had placed there, engraved with Tommy’s true name, death date, and supposed date of birth. He couldn’t have been more than 17, and perhaps that was what hurt the most. Every morning at dawn, Welsknight brings a bouquet of flowers to that little grave and says a prayer before disappearing into the morning fog. The flowers are always the same- forget me nots, for remembrance, violets, for devotion, and clover. (Think of me).

Tinfoilchef stays out of it- always has and always will. He’s too old to rush about searching or to feel as wildly as the others do. He feels, of course, but more so as the mountain does, steady and strong despite the winds that tear at its surface. Tommy is dead, but then, so are many of the people he has known in his life. It’s best to just keep plodding along.

BDubs is a mess. He had never spoken of it, but long before he had come to hermitcraft, he had had a daughter- a beautiful baby girl whose heart was too big for her chest, and she had died for that difference. He had grieved for years, but eventually the peace of the hermitcraft server had left him soothed, if a bit different than before. Tommy had been another chance at fatherhood, not that he could ever bear to call the teen that, even in the privacy of his own mind. Instead, he had taught the kid to build cobblestone towers that weren’t entirely offensive (if shaped a bit oddly) and had been the first to volunteer any time Grian was out and Tommy needed a place to spend the night when the nightmares were particularly fierce. They had so many fun sleepovers like that, and staring at those awful cobble towers in the distance, BDubs can’t help but bawl his eyes out at the memories. He waffles between taking the towers down or leaving them up- they really are ugly, and the feelings in his chest that they inspire are even more so, but somehow, he can’t bear to see them gone. Instead, he dries his eyes, flies off to grab a shulker of cobble, and sets about adding a few more to their number. A final remembrance for the boy he would have gladly claimed as his own, if only he hadn’t been too late. (He ends up building a lot more than a few).

Joe and Cleo are somehow the only ones who are actually neutral in the whole mess. Whenever they are asked their opinion on if Tommy is truly dead or not, the pair simply smile mysteriously and refuse to comment. Joe always seems to know more than he lets on and Cleo is his closest confidant, after all. Despite the anger and tears directed their way for refusing to commit to either side, the two keep their silence. (They know the truth of the matter, after all. Everything will be okay in time).

Xisuma has given up. Tommy is dead, and there is nothing he can do but spend days and days going over the code with a fine tooth comb, trying to find the glitch that cut the life of their youngest member short. Keralis takes it upon himself to take care of his long time friend, but it’s not an easy task, not when the other is so determined to make sure that such an incident never happens again. And Keralis can’t find it in himself to complain, especially since he is laboring under the impression that Xisuma agrees that Tommy is still out there and is trying to find him. It is only when Keralis mentions it in an aside, thanking the admin for his dedication, that Xisuma breaks the illusion and explains. Tommy isn’t just dead, he says tiredly, his very presence is well and truly wiped from the world’s code. All that is left of him is the faint impression his code had left behind, and trying to read it and understand what went wrong is a bit like trying to read small letters that have been drawn out in dry sand. Even for a voidwalker like himself such a task is near impossible, and Xisuma can only do so much. The needs of the many above the needs of the few- best to secure those he can now than worry over those that are gone beyond his reach. And Keralis can’t help but look at his friend with new eyes, a fleeting sense of betrayal in his heart. He had thought better of his Shishwammy, and he says as much.

He cries while Xisuma watches on in solemn, mournful silence.

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TBC :)

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