#Janet needs a damn break

[cartoonfanatic]

caught up on @askthemillerhousehold 's current arc and god Janet has gone through it! Woman needs a break!

Don't judge Reagan too hard, she's at least trying -snort-

how she got into the hospital is the question, prolly snuck in when no one was looking

[imagine-you]

If I Open the Door To Heaven Or Hell 5/? [Wally Clark/Reader]

Summary: Wally tries to break you out of your scar. Word Count: 2k Author's Note: This chapter is from Wally's POV.

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Wally didn't know how they ended up here. One moment, he was joking around with Maddie, glad to finally get a smile on her face after she had been so hurt to hear Janet having successfully infiltrated her old life, and the next he was watching Y/N standing there in front of that damn door. He didn't know why she would stand where she had sworn never to go. But there she was in front of her scar with her jacket in hand ready to face her demons. 

He froze, prompting Maddie to stop at his side.  

"Y/N," he tried, hoping not to spook her into action. If he played this right, then maybe he could get her to back away from the door. "What are you doing?" 

Maddie shot him a confused look before finally looking down the hallway to see what had caught his attention. It didn't take her long to get it.  

"Is that--?" 

"It's her scar," Wally answered, not daring to take his eyes off Y/N.  

He noticed the way Y/N was tensed, ready to act, which meant he only had a moment to get to her. He took off running, making good use of all of the training he never wanted when he was alive but desperately needed now to sprint down the hallway.  

Y/N opened the door to her scar and stepped inside, the door shutting behind her. He hit the door only a moment after it closed. He tried the doorknob, but when the door opened, there was only an empty bathroom.  

"It doesn't work like that," Maddie informed him.  

"Well, something's got to work," he snapped, hitting his fist on the closed door. He rested his forehead against the door, wishing he had a solution.  

"Wally," Maddie started, before she stopped.  

"I just don't get it," he found himself saying. He tried the doorknob again, swinging open the door to an empty room. "I don't get it," he repeated before trying again and again to enter Y/N's scar and drag her out of there. "There's got to be a way to get to her." 

"Wally," Maddie said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "She's got to make it out on her own." 

"No," Wally denied, shaking his head. He kicked the door, wishing he could break it down. It would all just reset. He was useless in this situation. "When I was in my scar, she talked to me. She got me out of there. I was so...I was so," he tried again, but he couldn't get the words out. He was lost. Hurt. Terrified. But Y/N's voice had led him out of hell and right into her arms.  

"Look, maybe we should go get the others," Maddie suggested. "Maybe we can figure out why she went in there in the first place. Something must have happened." 

"You go," Wally urged, not taking his gaze off the door in front of him. Y/N was just on the other side. He swore he could feel her. But he couldn't get to her and he was so frustrated at the idea that he couldn't save her. "I'm not leaving her." 

Maddie stood there at his side for a moment before leaving him. Wally knew she was going to get the others, but he was glad she was gone. He didn't want anyone else around to witness his failure.  

Y/N was everything to him and now he couldn’t even save her. He knew what her scar held for her. His death had only been built on disappointment and the fear that he would never be able to shoulder the expectations others dropped on him. He had gone to his afterlife feeling like he wasn't enough.  

But Y/N had her life ripped away from her by someone who wasn't worth impressing at all. Y/N had died scared and alone, not surrounded by teammates and a crowd. No one had been there to watch her fall into the afterlife except for the person who gave her the push.  

He wouldn't have her go through that again. His scar had been bad enough, but hers was just downright cruel.  

He didn't understand why she would want to put herself in that situation again. He didn't get why she would want to relive her death. All he wanted to do was pull her into his arms and protect her from the pain.  

All he really wanted was her. Her laugh and the smile she gave him when she was proud of him. The way having her anywhere near him drove him absolutely crazy, because he just wanted to touch her. And when she didn't even notice he was watching her, the way she viewed the world around her. Even in death, she was curious and bright, lighting up the darkness he felt inside and banishing it with just a look at him.  

"Y/N," he tried again, resisting the urge to try to open the door again. "Can you hear me?"  

God, he hoped she could hear him. He didn't want her to be alone. Not now. Not ever again.  

He remembered when Y/N died. The way all the other students talked about it like it was such a tragedy even though they didn’t really know her. How the girl who had bullied Y/N to death was expelled. How he watched them march her out of the school and how much he hated her even then for damning someone else to an eternity at the school. He remembered the way the teachers referred to Y/N as 'that poor girl.' How her mother cried knowing that she would never see her daughter again. How her little brother stood there, confused about why his sister would never go home again.  

"Y/N, get out of there! Just come on. Please," he pleaded, hoping she could hear him. He put a hand on the door, trying to sense her on the other side.  

He remembered when no one came to remember her on the anniversary of her death. She faded away into anonymity. Just a story for anyone looking to spook a freshman about the bathroom on the second floor with the flickering lights. It was only a dying bulb, but that didn't stop a senior from using Y/N's death as a scare tactic.  

 She didn’t get a stadium named after her. She didn’t get people reminiscing over her achievements. All she got was an abandoned memorial sight and no one left to mourn her. 

She sat and waited and no one came for her. No family. No friends. But he was still there. He would have done anything to show her she wasn't alone. They were the same now. Left to forever roam the halls of Split River High in the hopes that maybe one day, something would change.  

He always assumed that something would be crossing over.  

He didn't realize that something would be Y/N.  

"I don't know why you wanted to do this, but please just come out." He stood there on the other side of the door, waiting for any sign from her. "I'm right here for you. I'm not going anywhere."  

As far as he was concerned, she was never going anywhere without him again. If this is what it led to, then he would stick as close to her as she would let him.  

He knew she didn't get really get how much she meant to him. Sometimes, he felt like he was being pulled in so many different directions. He had to help Maddie and he had to be there for Charley and he had to keep Rhonda from being too Rhonda.  

But Y/N had become his rock. His foundation. With her, he felt like he was whole again. Without her, he didn't know what he would do. She had a way of keeping him steady when he felt like he was going to fall. He hated the thought that maybe he hadn't done the same for her.  

"Please, babe," he breathed, both his hands on the door now with his forehead resting against the wood. "You don't need to do this. You don't need to relive it." 

He couldn't wait any longer. He had to do something now. So, he did the only thing he could think to do. He threw himself against the barrier keeping him from Y/N. He hit it and kicked it and slammed into it like it was an enemy he could try to defeat. He would fight his way to her if he had to.  

He didn't know what she was going through. The silence coming from the other side of the door only served to spur him on, because he wanted to hear her voice. He needed to know that she was okay. His scar had been so twisted and horrifying and he hated that she was going through the same thing.  

"Whatever's going on in there, it's not real. You are real." He needed her to know that she wasn't that person anymore. She wasn't whatever she would see in that bathroom. She was so much more. "You don't deserve whatever's happening," he added, hoping she knew it was the truth.  

More silence. More stillness.  

He tried opening the door again, but the scene was still the same.  

He hit the door again and again, not letting him think about the pain. "Babe? Babe!" He tried, wishing he could find a way to get through to her.  

He was going to make a last-ditch effort to rush the door. He took a few steps back, ready to try to break it down, when it suddenly opened. Y/N rushed out of the bathroom and slammed the door closed behind her.  

She was standing there, watching him with such a tormented expression that he felt like he was dying all over again. All he could think was that he had failed her. But he would never do that again.  

She suddenly ripped off her jacket and threw it back down the hallway. He only had a moment to realize what would happen before she was throwing herself at him. He fell to the floor, unprepared, and she went with him. She was clinging to him like she never wanted to let go and as far as he was concerned, she never had to.  

He managed to sit up, pulling her up with him. She had her face hidden in his neck and her arms were squeezing him so tight it was nearly painful. He didn't know if she would ever be ready to talk about what she just faced, but he would be there for her. He didn't plan on going anywhere. At least not without her.  

"I'm here," he assured her. "I'm not going anywhere. You're safe. You're out."  

He kept trying to soothe the pain she felt. It was all he could do. From the way she was holding onto him, he knew that more than anything, she just needed to know that she wasn't back in that bathroom, about to die all over again.  

He wasn't sure how long they sat like that before he caught movement at the end of the hallway. It was Maddie returning with Charley, Rhonda, and Quinn in tow. Y/N hadn't even noticed them, she was so lost in her grief and fear. He knew she wouldn't want an audience for what she was going through. It was bad enough they had witnessed this much.  

He waved them off, hoping they got the hint. Charley immediately started herding Maddie and Quinn away. Quinn shot a confused, inquisitive look back, but she kept walking. Rhonda lingered behind, watching the scene before her with a set to her jaw that told him she was oddly pissed off about something.  

He didn't know if it was because Wally wouldn't let her be there for her friend or she was mad that Y/N had gone into her scar. Either way, he shook his head, waiting for her to finally turn away before he gave Y/N all of his attention again.  

He didn't have all the answers. He didn't know what was running through her mind.  

But he did know one thing.  

He would wait for her.  

For whatever she needed from him, he would be there. And he wasn't going anywhere without her. 

Taglist: @preparedfruit @morstuavitamea-a @thatonegayloser616 @kmarie06 @girlthatislost

@peterpangirl21 @uk1y0 @i-mmunity @siriusxmunofficial @lov3bug

@morallygrayboys @loudtalehologram @hey-its-roseaurum @doves1120 @benjiiisstuff

Author's Note: Next up, Wally's reunion!

[notapradagurl7]

Familiar Face. Pt. 1

Black Fem! Plus Size Reader x Francis.

Summary: In the early 90s where you grew up in the Scarborough district of Toronto, Ontario in a housing complex, it was Saturday night and your opted for a night at a popular dance club with your best friends, Gia and Naomi. Seeing that familiar handsome face again named Franics.

A/N: here is a cute mini-series for Francis, Aaron looked so damn fine in this movie, his muscles whew!😩 enjoy. 😌don’t forget to reblog, comment and like to support, remember don’t be afraid to send in a request they’re always open. Let me know if you want to be added to the Taglist of this mini series.

Warnings: sensual dancing, jealousy, life in the early 90s, fluff, brave reader, kissing, mention of violence, short fic, cursing, shy!Francis, soft!Francis.

Taglist: @megamindsecretlair @satoruya @planetblaque

@playgurlxoxo @dabratzchronicles

@becauseimswagman1 @beenathembo @brattyfics

@hxneyclouds @yassbishimvintage

@nahimjustfeelingit-writes @nayaesworld @ovohanna24

@novahreign @writingsbytee @avoidthings @kimuzostar @slippinninque @keyera-jackson @theblacklewinsky

@euphorichappiness10 @life-in-the-slut-house @secret89sblog @ranikyani

@uniqueoutlierblog @mama-2001

@fakxmbj @kaylalb @theereina @uzumaki-rebellion @blyffe @kumkaniudaku @luckydaye777 @that-one-anxious-mango

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Smooth R&B playing on your radio that rested on your dresser, you walked over to it, your fingers turning the knob. Turning it off, allowing the silence in the room.

The walls of the room were painted beige, remaining you of your office job so you decorated it with posters of Mary J. Bilge, Tupac, SWV, Faith Evans and Brandy, your personal favorite: Janet Jackson.

You even painted a heart on the wall when you were six, making it feel more like home.

You looked at your full-length mirror for the umpteenth time, with your light pink dress, the soft fabric hugged your curves perfectly, and small gold hoop earrings dangled from your ears.

Until your friends Naomi and Gia barged into your bedroom like they paid your mama’s rent, making you spin around.

You’ve tried on a bunch of dresses and you thought none of them looked right, you were proud of your curves, and loved every single one.

It was only your nervousness trying to get the best of you, your brown hair was styled in a curly pixie cut, showing your pretty face, brown eyes, and your dark brown skin.

It was only midnight, in Scarborough district of Toronto, Ontario in the housing complex.

“Y/N, are you done yet?”Naomi asked with an annoyed tone, her brown skin glowed prettily underneath the lights.

“I'm ready, now. Thanks ladies for waiting, damn,” You replied sarcastically, walking out with them.

Naomi waved you off with a smirk, gently taking your head and walking out of the room, heading for the front door. The living room was silent which meant your mom was working on her night shift at the hospital.

“Girl, you just want to look fine as hell for your man, Francis hm?” Naomi teased, a sing-song hum left her lips.

“I'm looking fine as hell for myself, Naomi. I'm already sneaking out of my mom’s apartment but ugh..” You mumbled nervously.

You and your friends were clearly adult women, but your mom was quite protective; she allowed you to enjoy yourselves while ensuring your safety.

Your nerves swell in your stomach, and you exhale to calm yourself down. You loved to dance since you were a kid, it would take you to another place, and relieve stress from your job.

The three of you hurried your way out of the apartment with quickness, looking both ways while your shoes clicked on the macaroon cream tile floors with shapes in the color of chocolate brown and red.

You were going out of your mom’s apartment to go out to the new dancing club where Francis was the owner and DJ of it. You needed a break from work, after working that shift.

The three of you hurried to the elevator, laughter still lingering in the air as Naomi eagerly pressed the button. With a soft whirring sound, the doors slid shut, and the elevator descended rapidly toward the main room.

As it opened and three of you walked out of it, you caught sight of the desk manager at her station—Terri, as her name tag revealed—who appeared to be lost in a deep slumber.

Her brown skin glistened softly under the overhead lights, and a small pool of drool created at the corner of her lips, her curls pooling around her face. Her blazer, slightly rumpled, seemed to suggest a long shift.

You've met Francis and his brother Michael, a bunch of times but it was actually outside his dance club when you were nervous to walk in. Everyone knew who he was, he was popular when started this club, playing the music that lifted their spirits.

Music brought black people to a place where they could escape from their worlds, the pain, the struggle. It felt like freedom.

He had been interested in you for quite a while but was too anxious to approach you. Your dancing captivated him, and you chose to talk to Francis.

“So close, I don't want to be fucking late!” Gia exclaimed with a panting breath.

“We won't be late, I drive too damn fast!” Naomi replied back, running alongside her.

He had a mother who worked at the same hospital like your mom, sons of Caribbean immigrants, and a friend named Jelly.

On the way over, the three of you settled inside the car and peeled away from the building, you exhaled softly while your back rested into the backseat.

As the car finally pulled up to the small building, small windows spanned across with the vibrant colors of red, blue, green, and yellow lights filtering through them.

The three of you finally walked out of the car, slamming the door and running toward the front door, Naomi opened it while the three of you walked inside.

Once you stepped inside, the room was brimming with black people dancing to the dancehall music pulsating through the walls, the three of you walked through the crowd.

“There’s your man, Francis,” Gia whispered with a smirk, nudging your shoulder.

Hearing those words, you glanced up at him; he was incredibly fine, his muscles flexing as he picked up the box of vinyl records and set it down on the box in the corner.

Francis walked back to Jelly and gave the man some dap, smiling before he turned around to face you. "There she is," he said to himself.

There he stood behind the DJ table, his fawn light skin glistening under the deep red light. Jelly looked your way, his lip fell into a frown, jealousy washing over him.

Jelly had a secret crush on Francis but kept his feelings to himself, he knew that women would always flock to Francis.

The praise, the playful winks, his physical appearance, but he decided to be with someone else, he remained friends Francis but still he saw the way he looked at you, with love.

Francis wore a red fishnet tank top that showed off his chiseled chest and matching pants, a necklace with beads around his neck, shoes and his green-blueish eyes locked with your brown ones. The vein in his arms protruded.

Fuck, he was fine as hell.

He circled the DJ turn table, and walked through the crowd while your friends moved toward the table with two black men who you weren't familiar with.

“What’s up, Y/N? You look beautiful,” he greeted with a grin on his face.

“Hey, Francis, thanks.” you smiled, trying to keep your cool despite your heart racing.

You gazed at him; he remained quiet, as if he wanted to speak.

You thought it was cute that he was the one feeling nervous while you felt the same way.

“I didn't you were so shy, Francis.” You teased while raising a brow.

He chuckled lightly as if he were to play it off, but you could definitely tell. “Shy? Nah, I just didn’t want to embarrass my damn self in front of the queen of the dance floor,” he replied, grinning as he gestured to the crowd.

“Dancing is easy, you feel the rhythm, and just move. It’s cute when you are nervous around me but you don't have to be, let’s go,” You replied back, your hand gesturing to the dance floor.

As Mary J Blige’s “Share My World” began to play, he gently took your hand to the middle of the dance floor, he wrapped his arms around your waist while you wrapped your arms around his, laying your head into his chest.

Both of your bodies swaying gently, and your hands gradually move up and down his back, bodies pressed so close to each other.

“Am I holding you too tight?” Francis asked gently, laying his chin on your head.

“No, you're good. It feels nice to be close to you like this. Honestly, I wish I wasn't so nervous,” You brought up, lightly chuckling.

It felt so right to be in his arms, the scent of his dark cherry and woodsy cologne invaded your nose. Your thumb swiped over the veins of his arms, he felt so warm.

You moved your head away from his chest, as he lifted his head. Making you miss the warmth of him already, but still, you were so close.

“I know you said don't be nervous around you, but I am nervous. You drive me wild, when you smile, you dance. You capture everyone’s attention, even my attention,” Francis confessed to you, his voice was serious yet soft.

Francis gently pulled you away to face you forward, making you think his dick was hard from holding you close, as if he was about to explode. You didn't want to ask him that, your fantasies of him already did a number on you.

“That's why I wanted to say that I really like you, and I want to be with you, will you be my girl?” Francis asked in a romantic tone, lifting your chin.

“Yes I will, and I like you too Francis,” You exclaimed with a smile, nodding at him.

The both of you leaned in close, his plump lips pressed against yours. They were soft and had the taste of mint gum lingering on them. You kissed him back tenderly, your hand cupped his face to keep him still.

You could hear your friends cheering you on while both of you pulled away and kissed twice, "Would you a drink?"

"Yes I would,"

Francis pushed a dollar across the table to the bartender while skillfully preparing the drink and picking up the cocktail glasses.

It turned a peach orange pink-ish, She delicately placed red cherries onto the tiny skewers and set them on the coasters.

"Thanks,"

You both took your drinks and raised them for a toast, but Francis lowered his to match yours. You laughed while he smirked, momentarily forgetting his height—he could have been a stunning Greek God in another life.

“Here’s to us, making memories and being together this summer,” He declared with pride, smirking at you.

“I'll toast to that,” You grinned, nodding.

You clinked your glass with him, taking a sip of the tangy drink and biting the cherry off the small wooden stick and you placed it on the table.

Your friends Gia and Naomi playfully winked at you, while you rolled your eyes. “I love them but they get on my nerves sometimes,”

“I got the same friends like that too,” Francis nodded with a chuckle, a rumbling sound that made your clit jump.

The mood was right between you, as the song changed to Janet Jackson, “Anytime, Anyplace,”

You knew it wasn't the drink, but he took your hand and kissed your front palm, looking into your eyes deeply, his lips curled up into a mischievous smirk.

“I don't mind taking it slow,” Francis said, his voice raised an octave.

“Me either, I like it slow too,” You replied back, smiling back. Feeling the heat rush into your cheeks.

Before you could respond, your eye flickered toward the clock and it was 12:00, you damn near froze. It was time for you to leave and head home, your mom was going to be home at this time.

“Oh shit! I have to go, I'll talk to you later Francis,” You exclaimed with urgency, sprinting away.

Your hand slipped away from his as if it were in slow motion, it made him miss the warmth from your hand. “I'll see you soon Y/N, be safe,” he replied, waving goodbye.

You hurried your way toward your friends who stood at the front door, and stepped out into the night with quickness.

After that, Francis stood there in the dancing crowd. His lips fell into a frown but he knew he would see you again, tomorrow.

He didn't want to mess this relationship up with you, despite the violence and police brutality that lurked in the corner of the city. Francis wanted to protect you from it all, he wanted this with you to be perfect.

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[kentocee]

Warmth • Geto x Fem!reader • (18+)

CW: smut ( shower sex, oral, (male recieving), slight degradation (use of whore and slut), Dom!Geto(he a lil mean wit it 🫣), slight choking, rough sex, unprotected sex, craampie, just slutty sex)

Cee’s Note: This pic of Geto is what spawned this filthy smut. Hope y’all enjoy :)

Song Cred: Warmth by Janet Jackson (this song is literally bout sucking dick UGH she is MOTHER)

[Minors do NOT interact; explicit content ahead]

Geto couldn’t tell what was warmer…

The hot water hitting his back from the shower head or the warmth from your hot tongue and the roof of your mouth sucking him like a straw.

All he knew is that this was exactly what he needed after coming back from a stressful mission with Satoru. After a long day of swallowing multiple curses all he wanted to do was watch you swallow his load.

He groaned as you began bobbing your head a little more frantically, your hand massaging his balls as you took him in deeper.

“Yeah suck it just like that,” Geto moans, one hand gripping your hair, the other clutching the wall of the shower.

The sight before you was glorious seeing Geto’s muscles and abs glistening with water droplets and his wet locks dangling in his face.

He was so beautiful.

He was shining like a god and only you could see him like this.

“Oh I’m cumming”, he grunted as he painted the back of your throat with his cum.

You gag slightly, feeling the hot liquid shoot down your throat. Your hands continued pumping him from the base, draining him for all he’s got.

“Swallow it all baby” Geto bit his lip as he pushed the strands of your hair out of your face loving the mess of cum and saliva smeared down your chin.

You popped off his dick and licked your lips, savoring the taste of the dark haired sorcerer’s cum.

Geto hummed, the sight making him hard again.

He placed two fingers under your chin, lifting you off your knees and up to his lips. He could taste his essence on your tongue as your tongues molded together in unison.

His hand lightly cupped your throat while your make out session continued. The kiss was so damn slutty but you didn’t care. Steam filled the air from the hot water making the air thicker around you. You couldn’t tell if the cloudiness you felt was from the steam or your lover’s kiss leaving you breathless.

“Turn,” he commanded, breaking your kiss.

You did like you were told and turned away from him, your ass pressed against his fully hard dick. Your cunt ached with need as you pushed your ass further against him, grinding yourself against him.

“My little whore, so needy for my cock”, he smirked

“Yes, I love your cock please fuck me Guru,” you whined pathetically, pushing your hips further against him.

He let out a low groan, you were practically begging for it.

He lifted your leg with one hand and other stroking his tip against your slick cunt, causing you to whine more impatiently.

He chuckled before finally pushing through your folds. The water from the shower providing extra lubricant as he sank into your pussy so effortlessly

Your eyes fluttered back as his thick member stretched your pussy so well. He wasted no time pumping his cock in you, causing you to cry out at the rough pace.

His grip on your thigh and the other around your neck tightened as he pounded into you with all his might.

“Gonna fuck you like the slut you are and you’re gonna take it” he grunted, tilting your head slightly to be met with your fucked out face.

“Yes, uh, ahhh only a slut for you,” you managed to choke out through his tight grip around your neck. You didn’t care how dumb you sounded. Your head was empty of thoughts other than his dick abusing your cunt.

The squelching sounds of skin against skin became more heightened mixed with the sound of the roaring shower.

He shoved his tongue down your throat, silencing your high pitched moans. His thrusts never faltered, but quickened as his pace became more sporadic, signaling he was close.

He brought his hand off your neck to rub your clit. The jolting pleasure from your clit and hitting your cervix caused you to have the most intense orgasm.

“Oh fuck, I-I’m…I’m” you couldn’t even finish your sentence as you cried out, the pleasure consuming you.

Geto cooed and talked you through it in your ear with soft “there you go” and “good girl”.

He fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own until he grunted loudly and spilled in your cunt, filling you up.

He slowly pulled out of you, admiring his cum trailing down your legs.

“Look at the mess we made,” Geto chuckles

“Good thing we’re already in the shower”

[tom-hunter-summah]

Born in the Wrong Era pt. 3

a/n: it's finally here! sorry it took so long and thank you to @iluveveryone for sending your ask. i hope all y'all enjoy it!

edit: I linked pt. 2 because I forgot to last night.

warnings: shouting/screaming, flirty best friends, mentions of death/trauma, mentions of mr. martin, hitting (not a person but inanimate object(s))

word count: 2k

pt. 2

Reader’s POV

A frustrated noise leaves your mouth. You really wish you hadn't let Wally get into your head about Bea. You knew he had a point but could Bea have really been that different? Insistent, maybe but not stubborn. And it was always for the other person's good because she knew their potential. Bea was the only person in your life that actually listened to you. But this was her son. He knew her first. And in some weird way you knew Wally. You knew that he loves Bea with everything he has and then some. 

"Damn it. Hey Siri?"

Siri Dings.

"How do you apologize to a ghost?"

Tuesday-Wally’s POV

“Can we change? Or do we simply live in the heart of the mulberry bush destined to return where we once started?”

As Mr. Martin started on whatever pseudo-sophical rant he was going on Wally perked up. The dead have no choice to change do they? Wally remember’s Charley going on about this movie with Cybill Shepherd and Robert Downey Jr and how her dead husband was able to  cross over after living as him. Wally knows he’s missing some details but that’s besides the point. Almost every ghost movie ever made has some plot-point that the dead have to cross over and they have to grow and all that other shit before they can cross over and start their afterlife.

Wally had been here for 40 years. That’s forty years longer than he ever wanted to be in high school. But how is he to change? 

“Wally? Is there something you would like to share?”

“Huh?”

Wally didn’t even pay attention to the last five minutes of whatever Mr. Martin was spewing this morning. Now there are many pairs of expectant eyes on him. 

“We’re debating whether or not people can change. Dead or Alive. I’d like to hear your thoughts Wally.”

Wally goes to open his mouth but his8 voice isn’t the one that’s heard. 

“He’d have to have a brain for that.” Oh Rhonda, always quick with a jab to the ego.

“Well you should start with getting a new heart, Rhonda, because the one you have now is cold and shriveled.”

Rhonda breaks out one of her sarcastic grins. “Finally someone sees me.”

There are a couple of chuckles from the circle before Mr. Martin clears his throat.

“Wally, please continue”

Wally gets one more taunt in by squinting at Rhonda before he starts talking. 

“I think when you die, you break the circle around the mudberry bush as you put it–

Wally catches Charley mouthing something out the corner of his eye but can’t make out what it was.

“And can give you the room you need to change.”

There are a couple of murmurs of agreement around the circle which made Wall feel proud of himself. 

“That’s interesting Wally. But before we break the circle; why don’t we move to the center of it?”

This made Wally think. “Maybe. Thanks Mr. M.” 

Mr. Martin gives Wally a tight-lipped smile that never seems to bring comfort to Wally but what’s new. 

Soon the morning circle is dismissed but Wally lingers for a minute after everyone else left. Or so he thought. 

“Hey Wally?”

It was Janet. Even after 40 years Wally still wasn’t used to her 60’s fashion. Her light pink gingham dress with matching ballet flats and white gloves on her hands. Compared to the others in the group it was a silent rebellion that was all Janet’s. Which is pretty rad if you ask Wally. 

“Hey Janet what’s up?”

“I was wondering; what was on your mind earlier? You don’t really space out like that.”

Wally hesitated. “Uhh.. I was tired from… working out earlier.” Wally barely believed himself.

Janet’s furrowed brows had him coming up with another lie in seconds. Before he could though; Mr8. Martin called Janet away. 

Before Janet left the gym she turned and waved goodbye. “We’ll talk later Wally!” 

Wally returns the wave and once Janet and Mr. Martin are out of sight, Wally lets out a sigh of relief. 

“Hey Wally you okay?”

It was Charley this time, luckily Wally is able to keep his shock to a minimum. 

“Yeah, it’s just sometimes the morning circle makes me want to…”

Charley interjects. “Die all over again?”

Wally snaps his fingers and points. “Yeah! I mean I know he just wants to help but Jeez sometimes it’s agonizing.”

Charley laughs. “Well, Hippie dude has a sub and they’re watching a movie. Wanna come?”

Wally pretends to think about it. “Is it Rudy?”

Charley sighs in defeat. “I don’t know what movie it is but I’m almost 100% sure an AP Lit Class will not watch “Rudy”.”

“Where is there “enjambment” in “Finding Nemo”, Charley?”

“Where is the ‘allusion’ in ‘Rudy’, Wally?”

“What are you talking about, all Rudy does is dream!”

Charley pinches the bridge of his nose. “Allusion not ILLusion!”

“You’re literally saying the same word.”

“I- you know what? Sure. Anyway if you get tired of working out you know where I’ll be.”

Charley walks off, leaving Wally alone with his thoughts. He needs to find some answers. And there’s only one person who can give him that. 

Reader’s POV

There’s a sense of comfort you feel when “Bad Reputation” flows through your ears. You wish you were more like her. Letting things roll off your back and not listening to what others say. You feel for Wally, you do. You’re not going to agree with your parents about everything but to insinuate that they don’t care? Ridiculous. Wally’s feelings are still valid though. Eye twitch inducing but valid nonetheless. You don’t know how to summon him (and you’re not sure you want to know?) but when you see him you’ll apologize for being impudent. You’re snapped out of your thoughts when “Fat Bottomed Girls” starts to play and your eyes widen. It’s not Queen that shocks you so much as this may 8be a clue as to what his type is. Not that it matters. Not that you care. 

The next thing you know there’s a giant pair of hands waving in your face, luckily they’re attached to your good friend Jacques. You take off your headphones so you can hear him. 

“Hey Jaques.”

“Hey dorkalicious!” You chuckle. “Where were you yesterday?”

“Just getting tickets to Horror Con.”

You stop in your tracks. “You’re joking.”

Jacque fights a smile as he shakes his head. “Waited in line all day for these. I can’t wait to go next week.”

“Wait tickets? As in, plural?”

“I’m pretty sure “tickets” means more than one ticket.”

You have to jump a little bit to properly hug him because he’s so damn tall but you can’t contain your happiness. 

While horror isn’t your biggest interest you’re utterly obsessed with the cinematography of it all. Plus dressing up has always been a favorite pastime. 

“Merci mon cher ami!”

Jacques blushes. “Alright, alright get down before you start licking my face dork. And stop speaking to me in french, it shifts my beret.”

You laugh as you pull away from him. “Oh shut up you’re like a quarter french.”

“My name makes it half.”

Before you can continue to call him on his bullshit, the bell for class rings and you have to go to third period which is Mr. Anderson’s class.

“Oh Jacq, do we have a sub in Anderson’s class?”

“How’d you know?”

“ I didn’t. I was hoping for it though. I had a weird interaction with Anderson outside of class.”

“Is it because you guys argued about which decade was best again?”

“It’s not my fault we had better movies! Plus peak television. I’m still looking for who shot JR. And there was history made when Alexis called Krystle a bitch. The first time it was ever said on primetime TV.”

Jacques sighs, filled with regret. “Why did I even ask? Look for whatever happened, I’m glad you can avoid addressing it for another 24 hours. Just like I will do to you if you don’t shut up.”

“Like you could go that long without talking to your personal musipedia.”

“They have this thing called shazam.”

“Yeah but I’m cuter.”

Jacques ruffles pats your head. “Yes you are. Now go make me proud okay?” You smile at him “C+ it is.”

Jacques dabs fake tears from his eyes. “I’ve never been more proud.”

“Do I want to know?” It’s Ms. Fields. You and Jacques' favorite teacher. 

You answer. “It’s best if you don’t.”

She nods her head. “Good to know. C’mon Jacques, today we’re going over the war of 1812.”

“So nap time?”

You slightly shove him into the class which makes Ms. Fields chuckle.

“Be good.”

“Bite me.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m sorry about him. I’ll catch you later Ms. Fields.”

“I’ll see you in class, hon.”

You nod and keep making your way to class. You decide to switch out Wally’s tape with your own. You love Wally’s taste but the music definitely got better later in the decade. Which is why when you hear “Raspberry Beret” You smile. 

You walk into mr. Anderson's class still smiling, causing everyone to look at you. Including the dead. 

You quickly make your way to your seat. You wait a couple of moments and are shocked when you don’t see Wally at your desk. You turn your head and your brows can’t help but furrow when you don’t see him.

You’re slightly disappointed but you figure he’ll come around when he’s ready. 

Wally’s POV

They still make walkmans? No, they still have cassette tapes? Wally only half circles Retro as to not draw attention. He sees the walkman hanging on the waist of their jeans, and gently pulls it up. As he inspects the walkman he can tell it looks a little worn; like they bought it from a secondhand store.

Then he sees It. “W.Clark” written in black sharpie.

He drops the walkman but catches it last minute, so as not to break it. There’s too much going on in Wally’s brain to process what any of this means. 

Wally takes the walkman and storms out of the classroom. He puts the headphones on his head only to hear “Never Gonna Give You Up” which is the icing on the cake to his frustration. 

He knows you and Bea are close but that close? Wally knows it’s been 40 years but it still feels like yesterday. That tackle. It was so fast Wally barely felt the weight of the Behemoth that ended his life. It doesn’t mean it stung any less. His moms last words to him. 

“Make me proud”

It comes flooding back at the memory. That anger, the exhaustion and defeat. 

Letting these emotions consume him, with a scream Wally’s fist connects with a locker. And again. And again. He eventually has enough and has his forearms resting on the lockers while he catches his breath. Somehow, while his head is hanging low, his headphones catch his ear just in time to hear the beginning of “Deacon Blues”. 

He chuckles. “The kid’s got taste.” 

“Of course I do. And who are you calling Kid?”

Wally’s head turns in Retro’s direction. “Shouldn’t you be in class?”

“I had to take a leak. The bigger question is, how the hell are you able to listen to my music?”

“I can interact with the physical world but I don’t make an impact on it. So I can listen to your surprisingly good mixtape but I can’t skip a song I don’t like.”

Retro’s eyebrows furrow. “That doesn’t make sense. I mean have you tried with the walkman? It is yours afterall.”

Wally shakes his head with a chuckle. “I don’t think it’s going to make a diff–

Wally is cut off by his own shock as deacon blues cuts to September.

“See I told you.”

If Wally could pass out he would. 

“Walls, you okay? You look like you’re gonna be sick.”

“I knew it. You’re the answer.”

“To what?”

“You’re going to help me cross over.”

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

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[ebongawk]

oooh hellcheer hc is that eddie goes into fully nurse mode whenever chrissy’s sick. she has a cold? he’s fussing over her, making soup from scratch thank you very much bc he’s actually a great cook. cramps? he buys out her favorite chocolate from the corner store, he’s got three different types of heat packs ready, he’ll massage her belly for hours if that’s what it takes to make her feel better

Here's the thing: Chrissy was never home when Eddie got out of the studio on Wednesdays.

Wednesdays were their short days. The band's self-proclaimed 'recharge' days. The midweek break they all pretended to need that they'd written into their contracts so the fucking producer wouldn't throw a fit when Jeff dipped out at eleven to go meet his girlfriend at the train station, because Marie was in Boston Saturday night through Wednesday morning for work.

Eddie usually wandered in after a fast food lunch and a grocery run around one o'clock. Chrissy wasn't even off most days until four. So when he walked in the front door and was greeted with the curdling scream of horror queen Janet Leigh on the tube?

Yeah, Eddie about had a heart attack. Like full-on hand-over-the-heart terror.

"Sorry," Chrissy croaked from the couch as she frantically turned the volume of her vintage horror flick down. Psycho. Classic. Eddie hadn't even noticed her, she was so bundled up in blankets. A Chrissy burrito that could've passed for a rumpled throw blanket. "Sorry, sorry. You came in at the worst part."

Shit, she sounded awful.

"That's my specialty," Eddie breathed, dropping the excess number of grocery bags in the foyer and tripping over his own feet to make it to her side. "What's up, buttercup? How come you're home so early?"

Shit, she looked awful. All curled up and shivering despite the throw around her shoulders and the duvet she'd dragged in from their bedroom. Eddie automatically put a hand on her forehead, hissing at the burn beneath his palm.

"Think I caught the bug that's been going around on the publishing floor," Chrissy said, covering her mouth with the throw as she talked. Trying to breathe on him as little as possible. But her sinuses were so full, he doubted she could take in any air from her nose. "Editors were next, I knew it, but everyone insisted it'd stay quarantined upstairs."

"Morons," Eddie huffed, eyes raking over her face. Her blotchy, feverish cheeks; her bloodshot eyes ringed in the purple bruises of exhaustion. Her lips were dry, and Eddie sighed, hopping up and pressing a kiss to her forehead that she protested.

"You're gonna get infected," she grumbled. Eddie just shrugged, more firmly wrapping her up in her blankets.

"Did you take anything?"

"Grabbed some cold medicine from the pharmacy that's next to the office," she said, still covering her mouth. Exhaling a couple of rough coughs into the fabric. "Probably should've eaten something, but nothing sounds good."

Her sentences were choppy and slurred, which was how Eddie knew that this was serious. Having majored in English at BU, Chrissy's articulation refined to a fucking knife's point over the years. Ready to stab anyone who looked at her with a modicum of doubt when she explained what she did for a living.

His poor little Supervising Editor.

"Alright," Eddie said, hopping to his feet and pressing another kiss to her crown – this one not quite as protested as the first – before he rounded the couch to collect the grocery haul he'd bought that was entirely inadequate for a sick Chrissy. "Lemme get some water in the kettle, yeah? I'll make you some ginger tea and run to the bodega for soup supplies."

"Love, really, I'm fine––"

"Don't you I'm fine me, Cunningham," he called from the kitchen. Even though her last name had been Munson for damn near five years now. He loved the dopey little smile she still got when he reprimanded her with her maiden name. The eye roll. The huff of, That's Munson to you, Mister.

The huff never came this time. She was too tired to argue, he knew.

He started some prep work for what they had on hand while the water heated up. Mincing up a metric fuckton of garlic, grabbing some chicken breast from the fridge, grating most of a knob of ginger. They had some frozen chicken wing tips, but Eddie wasn't sure he had the time or patience to make broth from scratch. He mentally added store bought shit to his list, along with spinach and carrots.

Once her tea was ready, Eddie departed after stealing another kiss – this one to her cheek, which she yelled at him for as well as she was able and which he laughed at when her voice broke.

Another forty-five minutes later, after hauling ass to the store and back, Eddie had soup simmering on the stove, orange juice in the fridge, and three other types of medicine lined up along the coffee table to be taken after she'd eaten.

"I should go to the bedroom," Chrissy sighed as Eddie exchanged her empty mug of tea for a glass of juice. "Give you veg space so I don't get you sick."

Eddie scoffed. He'd grabbed The Two Towers from their nightstand, carefully depositing it on the arm of the couch before gently easing Chrissy's juice from her hands. He crouched down in front of her, leveling her with as withering a stare as he could muster around the worry he could feel lining his face.

"What kind of husband do you think I am, sweetness? To abandon his queen in her most desperate times of need?" She rolled her eyes, cheeks turned up in a slight smile. Eddie grinned, reaching up to pinch her cheek. Broadening her smile as much as she was able. "My fair lady needs her noble knight's assistance now more than ever! I ain't just gonna abandon you to squalor, baby. You know better than that."

She made a little noise of distress, and Eddie knew it was because she was terrified of getting him sick. Even though he played backup to Jeff, fucking his vocals could fuck the whole timeline for their next album.

He couldn't have given less of a fuck.

Tucking the blanket more firmly around her, Eddie carefully wedged his arms under her slight body, hoisting her up with a cracked little squeal from her raw throat before settling himself lengthwise on the couch, Chrissy in his lap.

"Eddie––"

"Shh, baby," he said, grabbing the book behind him and opening up to the bookmark. Picking up where they'd left off the last time he lulled her to sleep, just the night before, when she'd still been perfectly healthy. Harboring this bit of sick down deep enough that her body was still attempting to fight it off.

His voice, she'd told him once, was her favorite lullaby.

"So it was," he began to read, "that in the light of a fair morning, King Theoden and Gandalf the White Rider met again on green grass beside the Deeping-stream."

An hour later, Chrissy was out like a light. Breathing deeply through her mouth, with a little dribble of drool spilling onto his shirt and making him chuckle. He leaned down, kissing her hair and brushing it back over her ear.

"My poor little peach," he murmured, pressing the words into her scalp. The scent of ginger and garlic wafted through the air, and Eddie knew he should extricate himself from her embrace. Slip into the kitchen and turn the stove off.

But Chrissy let out this scratchy little snore, and Eddie figured he could give her another half hour.

"Love you, sweet," he said. And by the way she hummed in her slumber, snuggling even closer against his chest until her ear was pressed right up against her heart, Eddie thought, fuck, maybe she'd heard him.

(inspo ask)

[schoolspiritsfan14]

You Belong with Me 💙🏈📖

Wally Clark x fem reader

Summary:The living kids tell You and the others what happened after their failed attempt to get Janet back to school and you find Mr Martin’s watch leading Maddie to go into his scar. And you also found out another secret about Mr Martin and Janet.

CW: swearing, naked, mentions of sex

It’s the next morning and everyone is in the library well everyone expect you and Wally who were still asleep naked on the couch in the storage room.

“Where the hell are they?” Charley asks as he sits at the table joining Maddie with cups of coffee.

“I know they just admitted their feelings but, they need to be a part of this plan.” Tommy sighs as he grabs a nearby book of the shelf flicking through the pages nonchalantly.

“Charley, you and I will go look for them, they literary can’t go that far.” Rhonda says placing one of Mr Martin’s notebooks on the table. 

They leave the library leaving Maddie and Tommy to start brainstorming ideas of how the living kids can bring Janet and Mr Martin back.

Thirty minutes of searching and Rhonda and Charley have looked everywhere for you and Wally. They approach the last area of the school that they haven’t looked yet, the theatre.

“You go back to the others I’ll bring back the lovebirds.” Rhonda exclaims as she opens the door to the theatre, maybe you can debrief those two quickly.” She says pointing to Yuri the pottery looper who isn’t Russian or looping, he just wanted to get out of Mr Martin’s therapy group. And Quinn who was in the marching band who was a looper but ‘woke up’ when Rhonda screamed at them. 

Clothes still thrown about all over the room as you wake up happily in Wally’s arms. You look over at him as he slowly opens his eyes and smiles the biggest smile you’d ever seen. “Morning Walls.” You whisper softly.

“Hey baby, gosh I love waking up next to you- well we always did since we always slept in the same area- but is different this time.” He says softly planting a kiss on your lips.

Suddenly you hear the hatch open and footsteps coming down the stairs. There isn’t enough time for you or Wally to quickly change before whoever it was, turned on the light.

“Oh god.” Rhonda blurts out quickly covering up her eyes. “I need you guys to change at meet us in the library, now!” she adds before running up the stairs.

You can’t help but laugh as she caught you and Wally naked. “Ah, damn it she saw my butt.” Wally said sheepishly trying to cover up with the blanket.

“It’s okay babe, it’s a very good butt.” You sassed back giving his butt a little slap. Wally laughs as he kisses you once more.

“We should get dressed and see what they want before I change my mind.” He says breaking a part the kiss. 

Five minutes later you and Wally are in the library to meet the others and you notice everyone stops what they are doing and looks at you.

“Finally, the lovebirds have left their sex room to join the rest of us.” Rhonda snaps trying to hold back a laugh.

You take a seat next to Charley as he nudges his elbow into your side as he whispers. “I so need details- not that much- but enough.”

You roll your eyes at him and then say, “Wait how are the two looper ghosts here?”

“A lot happened when you guys were… y’know” Tommy replies.

“Turns out Quinn can understand the weird writing in Mr Martin's journal and Yuri found Janet’s notebook in something she had made.” Charley explains.

“Wow, we did miss a lot.” Wally says trying to process everything.

Suddenly you hear over the P.A system Simon talking. “Maddie and other ghosts, come to the cafeteria we have something we need to tell you.”

“How did he even get into school on a Saturday?” Tommy asks.

“Mr South always forgets to lock the door from the old garage, that’s how he got in.” Maddie says as she gets up and leaves.

You all follow her in tow to the cafeteria where you are greeted by Simon and Lily.

“Uh, something happened after we failed to get Janet back here.” Lily says not knowing where to look. Silence falls between them, you can tell that something has happened by the way Lily is playing with her hair, a sign that she is nervous that she clearly picked up from your sister.

“Simon, just tell me already.” Maddie says with a look of concern on her face as she sits down at one of the tables. The others join while you and Wally stand at the back.

“After we left your house, we saw Mr Anderson- Martin at your door talking with your mom. We were worried that he would try to convince your mom to let him in and talk to Janet. And one thing led to another and well we may have kidnapped her.” Simon admits.

“You did what?” You all say in unison.

“Simon, what the hell? You kidnapped her.” Maddie retorts.

“What is she saying Si?” Lily asks.

“We had no choice Mads, we took her to the cabin your mom brought, we just needed more time with her.”

“And kidnapping her was the way to do it?” You snap knowing they can’t hear you.

“This is so fucked, please tell me you have a plan Simon, I kind of what my body back in one piece.” Maddie says anger fuelling in her.

“We kinda have a plan, but I will keep you updated.” He replies as he leaves to head out of the cafeteria.

“Wait Si, can you ask Maddie to tell my aunt that our family is, okay? If she’s anything like my mom she would be worried about her family.” Lily asks.

Simon looks over to Maddie who is turned around. “Tell him I said thank you and that I’m okay, I’m with Wally and I have a great group of friends now. Her mom and grandparents will know what I mean.” You tell Maddie as she repeats what you said back to them.

Wally pulls you in and whispers, “Everyone really did know about us before we did.”

“Yeah, they did, Mary kept calling me a wuss for not telling you, she would have gotten along with Rhonda.” You whisper back laughing. 

Lily and Simon leave as you and Wally join the others at the table. “Now what?” Charley says.

“We keep looking into the notebooks for anything we missed, and maybe back into the fallout shelter too.” You reply since there wasn’t anything much else to do.

You, Wally, Tommy, and Maddie head for the fallout shelter while Rhonda, Charley, Quinn, and Yuri head to the library to work on the notebooks.

In the fallout shelter you don’t know what find. “Is there anything we are meant to be looking for?” you ask.

“I don’t know, just make sure we didn’t miss anything.” Maddie replies as she scans the shelfs. Finding nothing you head back to the others but once again the door slammed shut, remembering the only way out is through a trap door that leads to tunnels that lead outside of the school meaning you will get hurled back to the spot where you died. 

Wally opens the door as you climb through and then you are in the parking lot alone. As you get off the ground, you are blinded by something shining on something. You walk to the bus stop, making sure you don’t cross the barrier, you find a watch.

You pick it up and study it then you realise its Mr Martins. You turn around and you see Wally running up to you.

“Babe, I found Mr Martin’s watch, he must have dropped it when he took over Mr Anderson’s body.” You exclaim giving the watch to Wally.

“Holy shit. This could be his object or key whatever.” He says. You and Wally head back in the school and head to the library. 

“Guys, I found Mr Martin’s watch, Walls and I think it’s his key and he dropped it when he took over Mr Anderson’s body.” You say putting the watch in the centre of the table.

“Fuck what if he’s hiding stuff in his scar or something, but how would we even look?” Tommy asks picking up the watch.

“I could try. I mean all the scars are connected or something.” Maddie ponders.

“Mads that’s crazy.” You say as you cross your arms across your chest.

“I got to at least try; he could have hidden something in there about anything.” She replies.

“Fine, but you aren’t going alone, we will wait outside for you, right Walls?” you ask.

“Yeah of course.” Wally says.

“While you were gone, we discovered that Mr Martin and Janet are way more connected than we first thought.” Rhonda announces.

“Janet and Mr Martin died the same day; Janet was a student in his class.” Charley adds.

“Wait so for all these years they lied about how they knew each other and how Janet died for what?” you snap as anger fills your whole body. Wally senses you’re getting angry and puts his arm around your waist and plants a kiss on your head.

“No fucking idea. This whole time they lied to us and kept things on us for some experiment or some shit.” Rhonda says in annoyance.

“More of a reason for me to try to get into his scar.” Maddie says walking out the room not giving you or Wally a chance to catch up with her. 

You and Wally catch up to her just as she is about to enter the fallout shelter.

“Wait, Mads. Whatever you see in there, you can’t get hurt. We will be waiting here for you, okay?” you say trying to reassure her.

“Thanks Y/N” she replies as she opens the door. You imminently notice the red glow; she can go through his scar.

All there was left to do was wait for her, you hope she can find some answers because you can’t seem to wrap your head around the fact that Janet has been lying to you, to everyone for decades.

You turn your attention to Wally “Babe, I still can’t wrap my head around this. All this time, they were lying. I thought Janet was my friend. I told her about my feelings for you before anyone else did.” You ramble letting emotions get the better of you, tears falling from your eyes.

Wally sighs as he wipes away the tears from your face, “I know darling, we will get answers from them, I’m sure of it.”

Suddenly Maddie appears coughing as tears well in her eyes. “Mads you’re okay, we got you.” You say as you run over to her as she crumbles to the floor.

“I didn’t find anything. There was fire everywhere and there was this whole display of awards to Janet.” she mutters out.

“I don’t remember her getting any awards.” Wally said.

“What if Mr Martin caused the fire that killed them both and he is haunted by the fact that he took away Janet’s future.” You reply helping Maddie to her feet.

“We should tell the others.” Maddie says as she whispers as soft thank you to you. 

Part 22 Part 24

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[fmajorenthusiast]

after reading your response to the ask about the rhps characters' parents, i need to know if you have any other hcs about their childhoods or what they were all like as kids :33

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(I hope you like it!!! I'm not sure if you meant it to be in list format like this but either way I'm SO grateful!!! :33)

Frank: I know this one kinda came out in the last post, but I just cannot emphasize enough that he was an absolute nightmare of a child XD!!! He would SCREAM in public when he either didn't get his way with somebody and or if he broke a heel!!! Yeah, he went ABSOLUTELY crazy!!! He was definitely a charismatic child, but that was only when he was having a good time!!! He would go from being the teacher's pet to being the teacher's nightmare CHRONICALLY!!! It was absolutely wild!!! He was also the kind of kid who'd get into shit that he absolutely should NOT be getting into!!! Like, he definitely should not have been playing around with knives!!! But he did!!! He also definitely started wearing makeup before he was even five years old!!! He was REALLY good at it too!!! He'd also steal toys from other kids because "it's not stealing if I'm a prince!!!" He made a lot of other kids cry, but he also gave everybody in class a makeover and all the other kids went home with SERIOUS amounts of shockingly well done makeup on their faces!!! Frank was something else!!! He really was!!!

Brad: Brad was... an interesting individual!!! He brought a toad that he found on his school's window home on the bus one time!!! He also tried to pet a snapping turtle that he found, but thankfully his parents were able to grab him and stop him before he lost any fingers, but it was a close call for sure!!! He also definitely chewed on his pencils as a child!!! He didn't always break them with his chewing, but they all had obvious chew markings eventually!!! He also got bullied, but mainly in Elementary School and only very rarely because he's just too damn tall for bullies to be very tempted to go after him!!! Which really did turn out to be in his favor because he can't fight to save his life!!! He also had his volcano all but explode one time during science and chemicals got on MULTIPLE people, though he got it the worst!!! He was very curious about everything in the world, but he was also pretty bad at almost everything!!! But, he had the spirit!!! He was a really sweet kid to be around, he really was!!!

Janet: Janet would paint rocks ALL the time as a kid!!! She would paint them and stick little jewels on them!!! She had a collection in her room, and she'd get really upset if anybody ever referred to them as her "pet rocks" because they weren't "pets", they were decorations!!! Also she did NOT want to feel old!!! She wanted to be pretty and trendy, not that painting rocks was a "trend" per se, but she didn't want to look like she was doing something that her grandparents did when they were kids!!! She absolutely LOVED painting them, though!!! She also started doing makeup when she was 12 or 13, though she was of course MUCH more tame than Frank ever was!!! She also loved to paint her and her friends' nails!!! She was quite good at it and she still is!!! She also played pretend with her stuffed animals a lot and said that she wanted to be an animal balloon maker when she grew up!!! She didn't, but she still wants to learn the skill one day!!! And hey, she totally can and she totally will!!!

Riff Raff: You know how you'll watch stuff that says, "don't try this at home?" Riff Raff ABSOLUTELY tried it at home!!! He also destroyed the evidence and pretty much NEVER got caught!!! The few times that he did, he managed to successfully blame somebody else!!! He also pointed instead of talking a lot of the time and also he was TOTALLY that kid who everyone bullied, thinking that he was weak and defenseless, but then the minute that they tried physical violence against him he absolutely DECKED THEM!!! This happened a few times in a few different places!!! He was suspended sometimes times on zero tolerance policy spaces and then he also got a medal at one place and was told to lead an assembly for younger kids on how to fight back against bullies. It was the most awkward experience in the world and had he not been being emotionally and physically abused by a master who he couldn't fight back against if he valued his head, he might qualify that assembly as one of the worst experiences of his life!!! Riff Raff's childhood was definitely interesting!!! It really was!!!

Magenta: Magenta absolutely LOVED to get up to shit as a child!!! She would snoop on the adults, draw dicks on the walls, color on the walls, write curse words on the walls, and so much more!!! She didn't ever poke holes in anyone's tires, though she DEFINITELY fantasized about it!!! She also realized at a certain point that she could ABSOLUTELY get paid to rain chaos on whoever her clients wanted!!! Kids would start bringing money to school and she'd charge different prices for different things!!! Given that no two tasks were the same, she'd always meet with other kids prior!!! She'd charge less if you helped and she'd charge extra if it was particularly risky to her!!! She made quite a bit of money and to this day, she's still incredibly proud of it!!! She'd also collect dirt on literally EVERY single other kid in town and she ABSOLUTELY had all the material to blackmail whoever she desired if it ever came to that point!!! Thankfully it never did, but still!!! Magenta was a crazy and awesome kid, she really was!!!

Columbia: Columbia was ABSOLUTELY a unicorns and pegasus kid from the very minute she left the WOMB!!! She had LOTS of fantasy horse toys!!! She was also a little rebel from the get go as well, though!!! She's been cutting her hair since before her parents said she could get a haircut because she cut it herself!!! A rebel with her unicorns!!! She would tantrum in public too sometimes, but she wouldn't really ever be terrible about it!!! She was a HUGE carnival fan!!! She was absolutely obsessed with everything about carnivals!!! She loved playing the games, riding the really fast and exciting rides and rollercoasters, and she absolutely LOVED (and still loves for that matter!!) Unicorn pop lollipops!!! Her mouth watered EVERY single time!!! She'd also go absolutely FERAL for go-karts and lazer tag!!! In go-karts, she was in it to win it no matter who or what she hit!!! In lazer tag, ahe was just as into winning, and this time she DEFINITELY broke the "no running" rule regularly and COUNTLESS times!!! Columbia was a super fun and highly motivated kiddo!!! She really was!!!

Rocky: Rocky absolutely LOVES ducklings!!! Like, he love loves them!!! He is their number one fan!!! He has LOTS of stuffed animals, but he isn't as big of a fan of rubber ducks for some reason!!! He checks the pond for ducklings EVERY single day!!! Even in the winter!!! They've explained it to him millions of times, however, he'd rather hope to see those ducklings than know that they won't be there!!! So no one tell him!!! His other big thing is pumpkins!!! He absolutely LOVES going on hay rides to get them and then carving them!!! His favorite thing that he's ever carved (with help) is a smiling jack o lantern!!! It was really basic, but he loved it a whole lot!!! He has a really bad habit of carving with his hands, and even though he knows that he'll never be able to carve a picture like that, he just can't help it sometimes!!! His favorite food is corn muffins, though he doesn't get them very often on account of Frank demanding that he eat only super healthy foods, but Janet snuck him one when he didn't like his meal and he absolutely fell in love with corn muffins!!! Janet sneaks them to him all the time!!! Also, he watches sports but he's too young to be invested in either team so he just spends the whole game really excited and at the end he's thrilled no matter who wins!!! Rocky is absolutely ADORABLE!!! He really is!!!

Eddie: He was ABSOLUTELY the kind of kid who who, when recieving a school assignment with, "what do you want to he when you grow up?" would respond with "A Dinosaur!!! Specifically, a T-Rex. The T stands for Tyrannosaurus!!!" Eddie was also a bit of a nightmare of a child!!!! He threw fits in stores ALL the time and he would yell at and terrify children and adults alike!!! He went really crazy a lot of the time!!! He was SO angry and defiant that people suggested that he either become a commander or a lawyer!!! (Turns out nobody ever wanted to see him become a politician due to how vicious he was) and then when he announced that his chosen career path was rock star, everybody agreed that it was totally on brand!!! He also thought that if he tried really hard, he could in fact breathe fire, but that he was being kind by not!!! One day, he got a terrible fever and had to miss out on his school field trip to the amusement park and he was absolutely PISSED. Having a fever, his throat burned and he was about to make the world pay!!! When he realized the truth, he was pissed about two things!!! Eddie was a special and chaotic child!!! He really was!!!

Doctor Scott: Doctor Scott went from being the kid who made his science fair volcano absolutely EXPLODE to being the kid that won them the state championship!!! Many teachers said that he was going places, and he did!!! He was a big fan of the rubik's cube and he solved it while still a child!!! He also had a book of Guinness World Records that he thought was the coolest thing in the world!!! He also really loved to go to space camp over the summer where he'd learn all about the planets in the galaxy, but then he'd get really upset because he wanted to learn about exoplanets and shit!!! He gave it some time though and eventually they got there!!! Years later!!! But they got there!!! He really felt like he was overqualified in those first few years, though!!! He also REALLY loved to watch Tom and Jerry whilst eating chocolate chip cookies!!! It was an oddly specific favorite activity of his, but he totally had it!!! Doctor Scott was an intellectual kid, but a good and sweet one!!! He really was!!!

The Criminologist: The Criminologist always liked to dance under the spray of the vegetables getting washed in the grocery isle!!! He would think the lyrics of Singin In The Rain to himself, he wouldn't sing them, but he would think them!!! He would like... limbo over the vegetable isle so he could get in on that shower!!! It was his favorite thing to do!!! He also had a dream one time about the sky going green and lightning striking and then he just heard from the sky, "the snack that smiles back! Goldfish!" And three GINORMOUS goldfish crackers appeared and then they turned on his favorite movie which was the Adventures of Robin Hood!!! He woke up in a cold sweat!!! He also definitely read as much of the old newspapers used to cover the tables in art class as he could!!! It was his absolute favorite part!!! He went apeshit when he realized that a classmate's relative was in jail and he got fully reprimanded for outing her on that one, but that was one of the very few times that he had to get punished ever as a child!!! He was a pretty damn thoughtful kid!!! His grades weren't perfect, but by the fifth grade he did know that his teacher had both a wife and a girlfriend, though he didn't realize that that might be a bad thing until he was begged to keep quiet about it, and being the thoughtful kid that he was, he kept quiet about it!!! The Criminologist was a really interesting kid!!! He really was!!!

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for calling out my coworker?

This has been going on for a few weeks now, and while I don't think I'm the AH, I have been told that I am. A damning start, I am well aware.

My coworker (~35F) Janet and I (33F) don't work on the same location, but we work for the same clinic. She holds the exact same position I do. All locations are treated as the same clinic rather than separate and individually functioning locations, so we frequently have to be in contact and work together with people hundreds of miles away. This usually works well, unless people disagree, as we can't just walk up to each other to ask for clarification when it's needed.

About 4-5 weeks ago, my car gave out in the morning on my way to work. I had to get towed off of the freeway, and I notified my boss and coworkers accordingly and through the appropriate channels (a direct phone call to my boss and a notification in our work group chat explaining the situation and that I would be later, but didn't know how late). Being stranded on the freeway is terrifying, so I was off to an emotional start of my day. An hour or two later, I was rounding everything off and was getting into a different, borrowed car. At that point, Janet told (not asked) me, in the group chat, to start doing my shift. I was scheduled for a day on the phone, and she could see I wasn't answering calls. I replied that I already told everyone that I was going to be in late because of my car trouble and that I was headed over now, and should be there in about 30 minutes. I got no response.

Exactly one week later, Janet and I were scheduled together to answer the phone again. Towards the end of the day, I was called in by my manager to go through the details of an upcoming safety drill at our location, which I'm overseeing. This was unexpected, but it wasn't that busy, so I told my coworkers (Janet and one other) about it, and said I would probably be in that meeting for the rest of the day. Immediately, Janet replied that she wouldn't be able to stay on the phone either, since she was the last one left in her building and had to man the front desk. Our third coworker's shift would end in 10 minutes or so, so with me gone too, there would have been no one left to pick up the phone. She hadn't informed anyone of that before that moment. If she had, I would have told my manager we'd have to pick a different time. Now we had to cut the meeting very short. I told her so, and an argument ensued in the group chat. She was of the opinion that I should have deduced that she would be on her own, through our roster, the doctor's agenda, and general knowledge of her location. I was of the opinion that our roster said she was scheduled to pick up the phone until closing, and that if she knew she wasn't going to be able to do that, she should have informed the people who were supposed to pick up her slack. I didn't say this in the group chat, but I'm not a damn detective, out every day to make sure people are scheduled correctly.

She's been poking and prodding ever since, picking any excuse to call out perceived errors in my work ethic. The thing is, she's never right, but because she always put it in the group chat, I could never really explain the why of it to her. I'm 95% certain that she was well aware of this, and that's why she kept doing it.

I tried calling her to talk it out, but when she saw it was me, she didn't answer. I tried chatting directly rather than in the group chat, calling her location, calling her personal phone - in any way possible I've tried to get in contact with her personally, but she was just not responding.

Eventually, I typed out an email to her in my lunch break, addressing some of the times she tried to publicly shame me. Times she said I wasn't picking up enough phone calls, even though I was doing thrice the amount of phone calls she was. Times she said I wasn't working at all, when I was stuck in a phone conversation with another hospital, that lasted 40 minutes. I attached evidence to make my point (we have call logs), and ended by asking her to please just assume that we were all working our hardest, and no one's actively not working or trying to make work harder for others. I put my boss in cc (not bcc), because she had asked about our interactions a couple of times by then, and even notified my coworker of that in the email itself, because I didn't want to blindside her. It turned into a long email. The response I got was "I don't have time to read entire pages, I'm working". My boss saw. I don't know what came of that, or if anything even happened at all.

Janet has since blocked me on every medium, which means I can't reach her anymore, including for work related things.

Yesterday, my boss called me in again to ask how it's been resolved, and I told her honestly that it hadn't, and that I was pretty sad about it tbh. I try to do my best, and it felt like I didn't get the same in return. Besides, I'd like to have a good working relationship with my immediate coworkers, and it leaves a bad taste in my mouth to leave it unresolved like this. Instead of understanding that, I got a lecture (a friendly one, my boss is still cool) about how I bulldozed her over with my email, that I wasn't compassionate enough, that I should have tried to reach out with empathy. Honestly, I'm furious about this. All the shit that I've been enduring from her, and I get reprimanded? Any attempt I made to reach out to her was actively blocked or ignored, and now I'm getting shit for attempting to talk it out in the only way that worked. It all feels very unfair to me.

I want to know if my boss is right, or has a certain point. I never want to be perceived as TA in any situation, so I'd like to see whether I should adjust my conflict management skills accordingly, or if I can metaphorically roll my eyes and shrug it off.

So, Tumblr, AITA for calling out my coworker via email?

What are these acronyms?

[fangbangerghoul]

ITS WEDNEDAY! ITS WIPDAY!

I guess I got some stuff for y'all. As mentioned in a previous post I have been doing a lot of cleaning this past week so I haven't had as much PC time as I would like. I will say I have been trying to finish My Demon on Netflix and god damn am I a sucker for the rollercoaster K-Dramas like to put you through. I also really love their supernatural romcoms they are always so good. And this one is sooo *chefs kiss* There are so many feels. So many.

ANYWAY

Tagging: @bearlytolerant @crystal-overdrive @a-cosmic-elf @interplanet--janet @arisenreborn

Under the cut as always:

Snippet into a personal Starfield project!

The door opened at the floor right before Imada’s and they all exited promptly. Only one of them noticed she had not exited with them before the doors closed again to continue up. Her heart pounded in her chest. She knew this was risky even for herself. The hate she felt for her mother still weighed heavily on her but at this point there was no one else that she felt could offer her the security she needed. She killed the wrong person. Which was not uncommon but this time it was a highly decorated U.C officer who happened to be in her way.

The door dinged open again revealing the entry way that led to the room before her mothers. It was odd that the secretary was not present but a bonus for Ghoul. Better not to give Imada any more warning than necessary. She stepped out and her feet drew her closer to the door. Instinctively she checked her knives to make sure every single one was in a place she could reach if needed. The largest blade being sheathed on a harness that wrapped around her torso. It was hidden well beneath her shirt and olive-green worker’s coat. Ghoul took in a deep breath for a moment and placed her hand on the scanner that was there for security purposes. She thought about trying to break it open but there was hope that her hand was still registered. 

[sketchfanda]

Kirishima's Mystique:Herron Hassles

Herron Hassles: Bubbles and the Beast

This time around Kirishima isn’t after any of the Herron girls rather he’s just at the mall looking for some souvenirs to take home. When of course, fate having the peculiar sense of humour it did, it just so happens he would up bumping into none other than the bubbly, perky cheerleader Janet. Who of course, being the sweet albeit frisky angel she is, helped him find some stuff for Mina and Maya and his friends back home. Sure certainly he wasn't on the job at the moment but hey when life gives you lemons...

However, wherever and whenever Janet was, her sister Judith was never that far behind and lo and behold, the defensive Paladin arrived and proceeded to start playing cockblock. The thing with Judith was, take the most butch tomboy you know, make her an asbolute brickhouse and give her some particular blend of an unofficial lesbian vibe with an overprotective streak, plus a basic but effective super strength quirk and she'd be the result. Which made for one very overprotective girl with a somewhat lesbian-like alpha female streak to her...if that made any sense but you get the idea. Janet, bless her sweet little heart, tried to diffuse the situation, the last thing they needed was a misunderstanding that would see arrests and hospital trips a plenty until Judith recognized Kirishima from her cousins' stories.

It seemed much to Janet's relief that this somewhat changed her sister's mind, if not her whole moode entirely as the brickhouse woman proceeded Kirishima to the Herron home gym, the cheerleading pixie following not too far behind and no doubt eager to see this play out. Once again one of those times the sturdy himbo found himself directly within in enemy territory and chances were Judith wasn't open to objections or arguments. After locking them in the gym, it was clear the unofficial pack bodyguard of her family wanted to see if he had what it took to be a while man...by keeping up with, if not outdoing her in a workout throwdown and never let it be said that he never backed down from a challenge like that. So began our Red Riot's drive to quickly proves his mettle, as Janet does a cheer routine from nearby all the while in equal measure for both him and her sister, and damn if the bounce of her perky tits wasn't distracting.

It rather reminded him of that time the Class A girls got tricked into wearing cheerleading uniforms but damn if they hadn't looked absolutely amazing in them. Mina especially which rather inspired and motivated the chivalrous stud as he and Judith began an intense pace, duelling off through a series of endurance and strength testing reps and lifts. Squat presses, bench presses, deadlifts, powerlifting, you name it and the chances are they were doing it so naturally they were working up quite the sweat. To say nothing of the unintentional show the were giving one another as Judith was feeling her primal Herron instincts kicking in, thirsting for her competition while Kirishima did his best to resist his natural urges when it came to strong built looking women like her.

When the time had come down to a steady neck and neck pace between the 2 muscle tanks, it was time for the best means of breaking a tie. A little round of close quarters grappling as it came down to this final competition, the pair proceeding to tussle when things took a sudden 180 in more ways than one. Mainly that Judith went from tomboy to bimbo soon as Kirishima’s pants got torn off by accident, the sight of that length and girth setting off her primal Herron instincts and urges big time. Unable to tear her eyes from that stiffening rod before any hesitation or doubts even considered crashing her thoughts as she pounce and started making out with the sturdy himbo.

Janet looked on with giddy voyeuristic awe and excitement at the intense fornication happening before her bright yet naughty eyes. Certainly enjoying it as it was quite something to see her brickhouse in muscular armour sister getting fucked deep and hard as Kirishima started things off hot and heavy with a mating press. Judith's face a raw ahegao indicating the rush of mind numbing ecstasy flooding her every nerve from head to toe, her Amazonian booty cheeks clapping like thunder with every impact of those heavy balls of his smacking them. The sturdy himbo locking lips with her as they fucked with an intensity that would have a Discovery channel documentary team wondering if they were going from watching a mating season to filming an amateur porno.

And soon it devolved into the three going wild in the gym as Janet leapt into the fray, unable to contain herself any longer since it was pretty clear Kirishima had more than gotten the Judith seal of approval. Pouncing on and glomping the sturdy himbo as she kissed him while he fucked her sister doggy style, making that muscular ass clap its cheeks like thunder. Judith's face a raw ahegao as her washboard abs bulged from how deep his length and girth was jackhammering its way into rearranging her insides. And you can be she was loving each and every single inch!!

The gym soon became an erotic playground as the sturdy stud proceeded to work his Plus Ultra sexual abilities on the Herron duo, flooding their wombs, asses and mouths alike with his white hot cream. From doing one of them in missionary or doggy as she ate the other out to pushing Janet's flexible, limber body to its limits, more than used to handling such girls what with Mina and all. And Judith certainly wasn't his first rodeo dealing with total brickhouse women, especially when they could handle him at his roughest. Their bodies a tangle of limbs and sweat making their skin have a glistening sheen as the Red Riot stud just barely managed to stay standing, having managed to fuck them both into a state of sexual exhaustion and satisfaction in equal measure.

Kirishima takes advantage and gets their phones, but once again no information, just either a lot of lesbian and workout related material on Judith's cell and plush toys and cute things on Janet's. He leaves the Herron house exhausted, but mission completed this day at least. However as he passed by on his way back to home base next door, many of the Herron girls returning recognized his moans from the pool party from when he'd first arrived and moved in with Laura or from their own encounters with him.

Laura and he were unaware of this of course as they went through their usual mission report routine. Laura was, unsurprisingly, frustrated at progress on the evidence front but damn she just couldn't stay mad at the himbo with that sweet face of his. Especially when he'd go Plus Ultra with the make-up sex, which at some point became less just keeping up his resistance training against the Herron girls' charms and more for her own pleasure. Hey, she was a single woman with needs and he was enough of a gentleman to tend to them, she had the right to such enjoyment.....

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Vampire & Brainy Bimbo

Just about the day after his match with Judith, (Which became a full on threesome with Janet) Kirishima, while Laura was out on some errands, found himself visited by the duo of the kinky bookwork Janine and the oral/man juice addict Jessica, the former saying that they wanted to talk. You see Janine, being the sort of nerd she was, was fascinated by quirks and in particular how they can affect sex life. Honestly it was like someone took Izuku, made him a blonde porno Barbie and pervered up his hobby, made him wonder if the two would get along or if she'd fluster the poor guy. But that was neither here or there at the moment.

Many of her prior sexual partners, per her quite very detailed and generous round of anecdotes, she reflected all had different quirks and she noted how Kirishima used his, writing down notes at a speed that would have impressed Midoriya if he were here. This naturally lead to Kirishima winding up a temporary test subject of the two, standing naked as Janine examined him from head to toe but of course her bespectacled blue eyes couldn't contain or hide the lust within. But it was plenty tame compared to Jessica who was eyeing his cock with a predatory gaze, licking her lips shamelessly as she yearned to start sucking and blowing on that thick, long meatstick. She was drooling so much that her pussy's dribble of juices was more controlled as Kirishima did his best to tune her out.

Overall this had to be most peculiar pair of Herron girls to deal with given one was an oral junkie jizz vampire who seemed like she'd pounce and try to suck out his soul any moment soon as he dropped his guard. While Janine was seriously giving off vibes like what would happen if you took Izuku, made sure one of his chromosomes hadn't lost a leg and made him a horny bimbo who enjoyed sex and quirks in equal measure. Hell she had her own whole little library of notebooks filled with entries and pictures of hers and many of her cousins' sexual encounters with big cocks and the quirks which made them memorable or little more than a flash in the pan lay at least. It made the sturdy himbo wonder what would happen if the hero fanboy and this girl would ever meet.

Though chances are it would likely result in her getting him naked and riding him until his balls would run dry. Because of course Janine was still a Herron and sex and big cocks were her bread and butter and right now she had a hunky piece of toast to start enjoying as the erotic research continued on. It was like being in the room with two sexual timebombs and the clocks were ticking with every passing second. And Jessica was likely the one most ready to up and explode with Lust any moment as her anticipation built up and grew....

From measuring load size and his dick size to how his hardening affected his dick, especially beyond 1% boosting for extra stamina and staying power, the sight of which actually scared them. Such was the sort of details and data Janine took note of when it came to Kirishima's cock and balls but then of course it was time to get right down to the part she was likely looking forward to, his ability to perform sexually. The moment she signalled that stage's beginning, that was when Jessica finally pounced, proceeding to ditch her clothes and immediately latch her lips around his shaft. Making the sturdy himbo widen his eyes as the cumpire Herron was giving an intense fellatio. Sucking and blowing on his cock in a way few vaccum cleaners could ever compare to, let alone match.

This naturally lead to Kirishima going at it with the two especially because if he didn't fuck Jessica into a sexual coma, he was likely going to wind up in one or die!! Janine's bedroom slash laboratory soon a porno playground as she and the oral junkie were getting it deep and hard. Their bubble butts clapping and jiggling as that Riot stick of his was plowing their pussies and assholes deep and hard. But of course he did his best to avoid or endure Jessica's constant blowjob attempts or assaults, seriously what was this girl's deal? He thought Toga was a handful with her vampiric blood quirk but this made her seem like a playful kitten or puppy in comparison!!

Janine at the least was easier to handle even if she still had the usual sort Herron girl libido and good fucking grief her dirty talk!! Kirishima wasn't whatever you knew of jocks from all those teen movies but there was no doubt this was total nerd talk!! How in the hell do you put an intellectual bookworm spin on sex is beyond him?! But didn't matter all the same as he rocked her world from a sideways spooning to holding her in a full nelson as he had ride and bounce on his pistoning cock, knocking her hair and glasses askew in equal measure....

Seconds flowed into minutes which became hours as Kirishima went between rutting Janine’s bookworm brain out to trying to endure Jessica’s relentless thirst for his baby batter. From facefucking the latter as the former ate out to pinning Janine up against the wall or bending her over the counter. Orgasm after orgasm, position after position and somehow the sturdy himbo somehow managed to find himself still standing, albeit feeling just drained enough to need some rehydration. Leaving one very satisfied brainiac and one finally subdued cumpire, whose lips still kept making dick sucking motions eben in her afterglow induced slumber…yeah that was an image that’d be stuck with him after he left….

Kirishima first made sure to get their phones before he made his exit and, of course, nothing once again. Yeah he was definitely going to have give it to Laura so good that her back out though at some point it wasn't like either of them needed an excuse. As soon as he took his leave, Janine mentally wondered to herself, feeling that Kirishima's hot, single step mom looked kind of familiar but she just couldn't quite place it. Jessica meanwhile was simply enjoying her digestion of her belly full of white hot cream, the dirty little cumpire.....

Well at the least Laura couldn’t ever stay mad at her favourite intern, sure it was frustrating with the lack of evidence. But the sex was a good mood booster especially when he could still give it to her good after the amount of Herron ass he was tapping. So at the least he had managed to resist becoming one of their simps for draining balls and wallets. Besides which, there had to be some paydirt eventually….

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Shameless

We come upon our sturdy himbo in the midst of following Victoria, the designated target Herron of this fine day and so far, nothing too suspicious before she up and went right to an isolated spot in the woods, after he having received a text inviting him to see her. He honestly wasn't surprised that his contact details got passed around after the one or two Herron girls he'd willingly shared with, at Laura's advice of course. Friends close, enemies closer especially when it came to Herron women and sex, she'd be sure to remind him especially as part of their post rut pillow talk. So hopefully, Victoria would be among the more tamer ones to handle, right?

Well that train of thought pretty much derailed as he came to find her having entered the womens' side of a public restroom facility. Where it just so happened to finds her having set up a glory hole/glory wall with cameras all set up to view her. Apparently this set up was made by Jacqui to try and get her to tone down her indecent exposure issues. Whether or not that made a difference is hard to determine but Kirishima was no stranger to dealing with exhibitionists. It just so happened that being a Herron, well of course Victoria took it to a whole other level.

But of course why delay the inevitable as Victoria waited on the other side, delight and sensual anticipation alike building up within her just from even the small risk at being caught and seen in the act of such lewd debauchery just made her so wet. She knew that hunky Japanese stud with the hot black mom next door was on the other side, listening in as she heard the telltale signs of a fly being undone before that hot meatstick of his was poking through. Her saucy blue eyes locked on that twitching, pulsing shaft as it began to stir before she was soon assaulting it with her lips and tongues, licking, sucking, kissing all over wishing she could get at his balls which were no doubt heavy with all that laval hot white baby batter. Deepthroating it as she moaned lewdly and loudly not for the sake of putting on a show for the hidden cameras but because she was just that horny.

By this point in the investigation, Kirishima could say that some Herron girls could be ranked in terms of a tier based on their intensity and with Victoria, she seemed basic and harmless enough but going by those very distinct moans she was giving off? It was clear she was a definitive exhibitionist, all caps for sure, now he was no stranger to a little hidden rut now and then especially with his alpha girlfriends. But this blonde was literally not caring who was sure to hear and of course she was counting on that, her dirty talk outright pleading for him to do more to her than just fuck her throat with his big cock. She wanted him to just come on over and have his way with her, make her scream so they'd all know what a real man could do to make her scream...

Kirishima opted to take advantage of Victoria's nymphomanic desires and oblige her as he exited the stall and made his way over to her little set-up area. The plantinum bllonde's already intense libido skyrocketing even higher as she eagerly spread her luscious legs and welcomed the sturdy himbo's intent to use her like a doll. To which she soon found herself soon pinned up against the wall, shameless screams and howls of raw, primal ecstasy escaping her dicksucking lips as she found herself being fucked deep and hard. Draping her arms and legs around his muscular form as she hollered him on to be more intense.

Now you'd think she was just putting on a show for the sake of the hidden cameras but no sir, that's just how Victoria was by nature and default. A lewd shameless exhibitionist with a taste for the risk and thrill of being caught doing and committing acts of indecency and proud of it. Small wonder she had so many counts for exposure among other connected actions and fouls on her record but to her, it was the risky nature that made it all the more thrilling. Shamelessly howling as orgasm after orgasm was coaxed out of her by this virile, shark teethed bull currently balls deep inside of her.

He had to hope whatever buddha or god he prayed to would smile his way and send him some luck in avoiding being caught because hot damn was Victorria shamelessly loud. Seriously it wouldn’t surprise him that she was trying to let the whole neighbourhood or town catch her in the act. Sure Maya could be a handful but at least she had some restraint as the chivalrous himbo plowed and hammered the exhibitionist deep and hard. Until eventually he managed to once again outlast another Herron girl to a point any other man would’ve never managed.

He made plans to quickly start leaving in the event someone else came by but not before he did what he needed to as he fished for and found her cellphone. Using his burner to copy the information contained within and hoping maybe there could be some paydirt contained within as he then swiftly made his exit and escaped. Leaving behind a naked, cum and sweat soaked Victoria behind as she had the look of a woman who’d been thoroughly fucked and well sated. Now one could only hope that this little round of exhibitionist rutting netted him some results, otherwise he was seriously going to give Laura some major backblowing fucking….

Again no dirt, much to Laura's frustration as Kirishima came back with his post Herron investigation report. But of course she figured there wouldn't have been much else to get out of a girl who so shamelessly literally loved to flaunt it out in the open, practically asking for it. If anything at the least, her studly intern had managed to keep himself from getting caught up in any trouble and besides which? Nothing a good shower shared together couldn't ease because right about now, Kirishima was reeking of sweat and sex and it was really putting her in a mood to have him take her under some hot, steamy water......

As for Victoria, well yes you can guess how it went for her when Kirishima got away soon as he was done. One of the park security teams found her in her lewd state while on patrol and of course they had to call her in for indecent exposure. Which she didn't exactly help her case by trying to proposition them for sexual favors, just her luck it happened to be the resident gay guy and straight woman on staff working the shift that night. Well can't blame a girl for trying but she could only imagine what Veronica and Jane were going to say about this happning...again!!

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Mermaid

latest lead in the Herron investigation sees him heading to the beach where Valerie, being who and how she is, would be competing in a surfing contest. Thankfully, he had taken some lessons from Maya (who in her hometown of Jagua, was considered the lady of the waves) and Kanani (bless her oh so fine sexy Hawaiian self, what a woman) so he wouldn't stick out like a sore thumb. Though to some of the fine babes tanning and sunning themselves on the shore, they were certainly digging the eye candy he was providing. A face like his with a body honed by days of heavy training and gym work, you can bet there'd be even a lesbian or few feeling tempted and curious enough for sure.

When he met up with her by the signup table for the competition, he opted to get her attention and curiosity making a challenge, stating that if he wins she'll sleep with him. Valerie then stated that if he loses he'll be her manservant but really she intended to sleep with him either way. After all like hell she was going to pass up a chance with the hunk from next door, so this little wager was the perfect opportunity. She was already getting wet just thinking what a good lay he was sure to be if his hot step mom's screams of passion were anything to go by, such a good son scratching her itch like that....

Kirishima winds up winning the mens' division of course with him and Valerie in respective first place and managing to edge out a few points ahead to secure victory in their wager. He'd seriously have to remember to thank Maya for those lessons, especially during those fun vacation trips in her hometown as Valerie of course wasted no time in taking him off somewhere nice and private for him to enjoy laying claim to his real "prize". One local girl happening to notice them pass by as her curiosity took hold and compelled her to follow them, her caramel tanned tits and ass bouncing with every step. She was quite an eyecatching, jaw dropping knockout for sure next to the Herron surfer girl herself and right now she couldn't help but want to see what she was up to with the hunky redhead with shark teeth.

Our tanned little hottie didn't have to go into too deep as she found the sturdy himbo and the surfing bimbo in a nice, cozy little clearing just in time to witness Valerie peel off her two piece. Her golden, glistening form fully exposed as she was soon kneeling down in front Kirishima's crotch, pulling down his swimshorts to fully expose his cock. She and their unexpected voyeur gasping in awe and delight at the length and girth which smacked and rested on her face, the scent and heat making her desire grow as she commenced with a deep, intense fellatio. Sucking and blowing that as she deepthroated with abandon, all the while the hottie hid behind a large palm tree and peeped in on what was about to unfold before her.....

It was quite the show indeed as valerie deepthroated that Riot stick with absolute gusto, lewd slurps heard from those dicksucking lips all the while that hunk of meat pumped and thrust his hips to meet her headbobbing. Their voyeur wasting no time in letting her hands play with her body, a firm squeeze an grope of her boobs here, a rub of her thong clad cameltoe there. Before she was soon plunging her hands down below to probe her snatch as she imagined herself in the Herron girl's place, wanting so badly to be with that sturdy stud as valerie was now giving him a titfuck with her juicy, supple titties to stroke and massage his pulsing, twitching shaft as sprays of pre flew into the air. Falling on her skin which only served to fuel the 2 beach babes' respective levels of arousal even higher than they already were.

It had gotten to a point that before Valerie got close to getting herself a generous shower coating of "Factor 69" as she liked to call it, the rando beach bimbo caught their attention as she stepped out from hiding. Proceeding to seize their attention and curiosity alike as she began undoing the strings of her bikini, the bra top falling off to expose her caramel tanned titties and her thong following to flaunt her own glistening wet, quivering pussy. Kirishima jawdopped and stunned at this sudden arrival and display while Val simply licked her lips sensually, seeing no reason to turn down such a generous offer for a threesome. The more the merrier as they say after all.

It was quite the bonding session as Valeria got herself intimately acquainted with her equally tanned, blonde playmate as they gave their sturdy stud quite the lesbian makeout show. A 3 way tussle and tangle of limbs and tongues as they made sweet hot fuck, proving sex on the beach wasn't just some cute naughty name for a cocktail drink. From fucking Valerie in the pussy or ass or their sexy stranger orally as the 2 beach babes did a 69 on one another to facefucking one while the other girl was eating her out or scissoring her. Any and every orgasm they coaxed out of him further fuelling their already skyhigh lust to new levels of sexiness....

It rather reminded the sturdy himbo about the wild rounds of intimacy he’d get up to with Mina and Maya back home in their favourite little private beach spot. Or those occasions he’d help Tsuyu out with her heat cycles and the cute little froggy girl wanted to do I in a swimming pool. Something about pools and beaches with pretty sexy things in swimsuits just really was a whole other erotic vibe and energy to it. An energy which the surfing heron and their cute little rando were finding out first hand with every second and minute of raw passion and ecstasy….

As dusk was approaching, he and Valerie were still getting down and wild on the sandy beach, her tanned skin glowing in the setting sun. Their rando lady friend currently laying beside them, sweaty and passed out with a blissful smile on her face and his hot white cream overflowing from her ass and pussy. It was quite sometime before Kirishima eventually managed to wrap things up, leaving Valerie beside the girl and making his exit under the cover of night soon as he showered and dressed back up. But not before doing what he had to do as he sued his burner to scan and copy any information on the surfer Herron's phone.

But alas, no results, just another case of drained balls and a few rounds with a sexy piece of ass, fun bonus sure but at this rate he seriously worried. Laura was going to be pissed soon as he gave his field report and he really wondered if calming her down with sex was going to keep working as a method. Sometimes it always seemed easier to be an in the now sort of guy. Who was he going to fight now, what was he going to eat now, who would he be sleeping now....yeah blame his alpha girls for that last one, they made him such a bull.

[arizonaaaaaa]

Arizona’s ranking of every glee season 2 song ever:

1 3 4 5 6

River Deep, Mountain High

My Man

Me Against the Music

I Want to Hold Your Hand

Need You Now

One of Us

Thriller/Heads Will Roll

Blame It (On the Alcohol)

Dog Days Are Over

As Long as You’re There

Toxic

Baby, It’s Cold Outside

For Good

Somewhere Only We Know

Landslide

Start Me Up/Livin’ On a Prayer

I Love New York/New York, New York

Valerie

Last Christmas

Take Me or Leave Me

I Feel Pretty/Unpretty

Go Your Own Way

Try a Little Tenderness

Don’t You Want Me

Marry You

Angels We Have Heard on High

Songbird

Losing My Religion

Sweet Transvestite

Dancing Queen

Stop! In the Name of Love/Free Your Mind

Ain’t No Way

I Don’t Want to Know

Teenage Dream

Get It Right

Fat Bottomed Girls

Raise Your Glass

(I’ve Had) The Time of My Life

Jar of Hearts

Pure Imagination

Loser Like Me

Blackbird

Kiss

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

When I Get You Alone

Touch a Touch a Touch a Touch Me

Happy Days Are Here Again/Get Happy

Time Warp

Forget You

Back to Black

Somebody to Love

I Look to You

Don’t Go Breaking My Heart

Turning Tables

Dreams

Do You Wanna Touch Me? (Oh Yeah)

Jingle Bells

Whatever Happened to Saturday Night?

Don’t Stop

She’s Not There

The Only Exception

Listen

O Holy Night

Billionaire

P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing)

As If We Never Said Goodbye

I Follow Rivers

Just the Way You Are

Singing in the Rain/Umbrella

All by Myself

Stronger

Empire State of Mind

I’ve Gotta Be Me

Friday

Tik Tok

Don’t Cry for Me Argentina

Lucky

Only the Good Die Young

Silly Love Songs

Born This Way

Animal

Baby (at Glee Club)

Bills Bills Bills

Sway

Afternoon Delight

Science Fiction Double Feature

Sing

The Living Years

Papa, Can You Hear Me?

Le Jazz Hot

There’s a Light (Over at the Frankenstein Place)

Merry Christmas Darling

Bella Notte

Pretending

Bridge Over Troubled Water

What I Did For Love

Light Up the World

Some People

What Kind of Fool

You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch

Big Ass Heart

We Need a Little Christmas

Still Got Tonight

Hell to the No

Hey, Soul Sister

Candles

Nowadays/Hot Honey Rag

Never Going Back Again

The Most Wonderful Day of the Year

One Love (People Get Ready)

Planet, Schmanet, Janet

Damn It, Janet

I’m Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance with You

Trouty Mouth

I’m a Slave 4 U

Misery

Isn’t She Lovely

O Christmas Tree

Deck the Rooftop

Make ’Em Laugh

Sing!

My Cup

Rolling in the Deep

Jesus is My Friend

Welcome Christmas

Do Ya Think I’m Sexy?

Conjunction Junction

Telephone

… Baby One More Time

I Know What Boys Like

Nice to Meet You, Have I Slept with You?

One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer

With You I’m Born Again

This Little Light of Mine

Firework

Only Child

My Headband

Yeah!

Ohio

Getting to Know You

It’s 10 AM and I’m Drunk

Every Rose Has Its Thorn

New York, New York

My Funny Valentine

Baby (at Bar Mitzvah)

Sailing

[darkwolf76]

i have yet to read (voraciously) your fic but for what i've seen... how about tristan and aurynn are mixed together and have a kid?

-noeverse

Damn! Aurynn's story is tragic! Can the girl not catch a break? Where is her story because I need to read it? But in a world where Tristan and Aurynn both exsit, I could see them having a child from a relationship when they were both growing up at court, really young, separated soon after, bastard and true born. It would fit in her long line of passionate and tragic relationships.

Name: Maryn Snow (Aurynn goes back to Bear Island for a few months and gives birth to her there.)

Gender: female

General appearance: Meryn is a child with blood of the North, Riverlands, and Dorne in her. She has a fair complexion, contrasted with dark eyes and hair, just like her mother, a beauty with delicate dark features. She is tall and a bit broader in build, though, the Strong blood from her father coming into play.

Personality: Maryn is smart as a whip, like both of her parents, and charming as they come for survival in a world where her name brings her nothing. Surprisingly, she's a bit bolder than both her parents, even Aurynn. She is calculating and sometimes can be a little ruthless, though she does have a good heart. She just can't be soft if she wants to make something of herself and leave a lasting impact on the world.

Special Talents: You will never meet a better hunter than Maryn. She is deadly with a bow and can track with the best of them. She also has the voice of a songbird that the stories say made numerous men fall in love with her after hearing just one song.

Who they like better: She loves her parents both, but probably Tristan. She just relates to him more, both of them bastards that need to make their own way in a world of nobility. They have certain freedoms and burdens that Aurryn doesn't. Maryn never doubts her mother loves her, but there is just a certain distance between them because the postions society pushes them into.

Who they take after more: Aurynn in so many ways

Personal headcanon: Maryn was born on Bear Island but is brought to court as a little girl. In a world where Helaena lives through the Dance (because I want her to) she becomes Helaena’s ward and is largely raised by Tristan, who is Helaena’s sworn sheild, though she is inundated with letters by her mother and frequent visits.

Face claim: Janet Montgomery

[stark---contrast]

@stevetonygames team Future | "Intimacy" | Earth-8096 (Earth's Mightiest Heroes) | 1050 words | Tw: body image issues

Jan briskly walks through the mansion with no small amount of irritation. It's three hours before the biggest charity gala of the year, and Hank decided to cancel on her. Again.

"Oh, Jan, but think of the ants," she mutters to herself. "It's been eleven years since this species was last sighted, of course I have to leave immediately. Just say you don't want to come, asshole."

Fortunately, Janet Van Dyne has one last trick up her sleeve in the form of one Anthony Stark. It's been a while since they went to one of these shindigs as each others' plus ones, but at least showing up with Tony would be much better for her image than showing up alone.

"Tony?" Jan calls, knocking on Tony's door as soon as she reaches it. "Are you in there?"

There's no reply, but when she tries the handle, the door opens easily. At this hour, Tony should already be getting ready—Jan would be, too, if not for the sudden wrench in her plans.

"Tony?" Jan tries again, stepping into Tony's suite. "Did you have a date to the gala? Hank just canceled and I thought we could go toget—"

"Oh, come on!" Tony's voice echoes through the space and Jan jumps. Well, at least he's home.

Relief floods through Jan and she course-corrects to Tony's bedroom where the sound came from. If she's lucky, they'll have time to make some adjustments to Tony's suit to make their outfits match better.

"Are you sure about this?" a distinctly not-Tony voice rumbles.

Jan freezes; she didn't account for the fact that Tony might not be alone.

Who even was that? It didn't sound like Rhodes, and none of Tony's friends have a habit of spending time in his room over the mansion's common areas anyway.

"I can take it, Cap!" Tony exclaims.

Jan frowns. Cap? What is Steve doing in Tony's room?

"I don't wanna hurt you," Steve says.

"Ugh, just give it to me!" Tony complains, and, oh.

Jan's face flames hot as she stands rooted to her spot in Tony's living room. Suddenly, it's very clear why Steve is in Tony's bedroom: she knew there was something between the two of them, but not this kind of something!

"It's not gonna fit," Steve says and oh, god, Jan needs to leave right now—

"It'll be fine! Things stretch, you know," Tony says.

"Tony, it's the size of my forearm!"

Jan gasps and quickly covers her mouth; another thing she never considered is the implications of Steve's generous…proportions.

"Did you hear that?" Steve asks.

Jan curses under her breath and quickly zaps into wasp form, not about to be caught eavesdropping. She flies out of the room and makes a mental note to cover for Tony if he ends up late to the gala or seems to be walking funny.

Jan is grinning as she reaches her room. Going to the gala solo doesn't matter: not when she's the only one privy to some of the juiciest gossip imaginable.

Meanwhile…

Steve stares at the bedroom door and listens. He could have sworn he heard someone out there…

"God, Steve! Stop being so dramatic!" Tony complains.

With a sigh, Steve turns back to where Tony is standing with his hands braced on the counter of his ensuite bathroom. Steve holds up the—extremely tiny, in his opinion—corset and silently wonders how it will ever fit on Tony's muscular torso.

"This thing's gonna break your ribs," Steve says.

He sees Tony's eye roll in the mirror. "I've worn that damn corset plenty of times before and I'd rather not get torn to shreds in gossip rags over my holiday pounds, thankyouverymuch."

Steve bites his tongue and looks down at Tony's naked back and the so-called holiday pounds. Tony's broad shoulders and narrow waist still create a ridiculously proportioned triangle, though he actually has some meat on his bones now instead of the previously protruding ribs.

Yet the ruthless paparazzi and idiot socialites Tony mingles with expect him to don this stupid corset that's going to squeeze the air out of his lungs, nevermind the fact that the arc reactor already makes it harder for him to breathe…

"Now lace me up, soldier!" Tony demands. "Or are those muscles just for show?"

"What if I come with you instead?" Steve blurts out.

Tony frowns, looking up to meet his eyes in the mirror. "What?"

"To the gala," Steve says. "Nobody will think you look bulky next to me."

"Gee, thanks," Tony huffs.

"I didn't mean it like that," Steve says, splaying a hand on Tony's back in apology. "I just wanna take some of the heat off you. And…and maybe…"

Heat creeps up Steve's neck and he averts his eyes from Tony's reflection.

"Hm?" Tony prods. "Maybe what?"

Steve clears his throat. "Maybe give them a much bigger scoop than obsessing over your figure."

Instantly, Tony is turning around to face Steve. "You mean…?" Tony says, stepping close to Steve, a hand coming to rest on his sternum. "You want to tell them about us?"

Steve places his hand over Tony's smaller one and nods firmly.

"But...but I can't force you to come out," Tony says. "We haven't even told the team—"

"I don't care," Steve says. "I don't like the dog and pony show of your galas and parties, but I like it even less when you have to do them alone. It's time."

Tony looks up at Steve, eyes wide and disbelieving, but Steve knows that behind those beautiful amber eyes lies a brilliant mind that is already running through a hundred possibilities of how this could go wrong.

But then Tony smiles, and because he's not yet wearing eyeliner Steve gets to see every little line and wrinkle around his eyes that is proof of his happiness.

"Get down here and kiss me, you big softie," Tony says.

And Steve eagerly obeys, wrapping his arms around Tony' gorgeous body and kissing his smiling lips—

…And possibly flinging the offending corset into the trashcan while Tony is distracted. If he complains later, Steve will happily buy him undergarments that don't double as torture devices.

But tonight, Steve's mission is purely to show the world how lucky he is to have such an incredible man by his side.

[whitegoldtower]

Tam'lin x Kar'niss Fic???

Maybe, just maybe I'm being really hot and sexy and actually writing up the beginning of my fic 'Arachnophilia'.

MLM, if you like power-bottom pleasure-dom x submissive top, this might be the fic for you :D

Nothing spicy in the first chapter (except for a brief mention of something happening at Sharess' Caress), so you'll have to bear with me. First bit's below the break.

His name was Tam’lin, though it had seemed of little importance before meeting those he now called ‘friends’. Before, he had been simply ‘the Szarkai’; a pale drow raised only to be planted upon the surface amongst darthiir, to blend in with the faeries and ultimately bring subterfuge and death to their ranks in the name of House Baenre. He had been a spy, an assassin, a pawn.

He’d had virtually no will of his own, until he had. And when he discovered what he was capable of, he’d legged it at the first opportunity, House Baenre and Menzoberranzan be damned. He’d not been too pleased to see his dear cousin, Minthara, at the side of the Absolute.

Yet it would have displeased him greatly to see her suffer any more than she already had. Horrid as she could be, he knew that most of her wickedness was merely a sharpness of the mind; much like himself, back before he had discovered his vulnerability, he, too, had tended to think first, feel later, rather than experience both at the same time.

It was a difficult habit to break, especially when hardwired into one’s very nature. He couldn’t fault Minthara for it any more than he could fault Astarion for being the way he was. And that vampire had many flaws, when it came to vulnerability. The man’s self-preservation instincts, had they been given physicality, would have been sturdy enough to keep Ketheric, Orin and Gortash away, singlehandedly. Would have been, had Tam’lin not been so curious, had he not craved the vampire spawn’s companionship.

They had slept together multiple times, until one quiet night at camp, somewhere near the Last Light Inn. Astarion had thanked him for what he’d said, the way he’d defended him from that deplorable drow woman. Honestly, Tam’lin hadn’t wanted to be thanked for it; he didn’t need the thanks, what he needed was for his friend (a word which, until recently felt too funny in his mouth) to recognise that despite Cazador’s hold on him, he had autonomy.

If Tam’lin could sever himself from House Baenre, and Shadowheart from Shar, Lae’zel from Vlaakith, and Minthara from the Absolute, then by all the hells, Astarion could free himself from Cazador. Even when Tam’lin’s words came out a little too harshly, when his face did not present itself in the soft manner he intended it to, the szarkai was hell-bent on shoving Astarion in the right direction. He just needed encouragement, and a bit of support. Perhaps a bit of discipline, every now and then.

Although, some of the words that came from Astarion’s lips shocked him. He knew the man’s cruelty was but a front, but even so, some things he’d said had made Tam’lin’s palms itch, made his skin crawl, made his teeth squirm for a scrap. Many times, he’d come close to fist-fighting the one he called his closest friend.

This night had been one of those times.

The szarkai sat alone, in his deep purple tent, on top of his nest of rich jewel-tone cushions and blankets, watching his summoned spiders, Janet One and Janet Two, patrolling back and forth under the canopy just outside of the threshold, which was illuminated by the soft pink, green, and orange glow of a bioluminescent hanging basket.

Gods, he felt miserable, as he looked at the spoils of the day. Ketheric’s netherese stone. Balthazar’s quietly twinkling moon-lantern.

And Kar’niss’ sword, cruel-sting.

The night was quiet. Too quiet. Tam’lin’s dusky, pale mauve eyes narrowed as he analysed his emotions, picking them apart as he chewed at his blackened lips. What was this feeling? It seemed to be an amalgamation, of sorts. Anger, at Astarion’s reaction to his choice to knock the drider unconscious, instead of killing him. Sadness, that Kar’niss had been taken advantage of in such a way in the first place. Regret, possibly? Or something that felt like envy, that he should have been the drider? That he should have been taken in by the Absolute, for he was sure his crimes against Lolth were far greater than whatever Kar’niss had done. He’d deserved that fate. Possibly worse.

He remembered where he had been before being abducted by the illithids. He’d been in the city, hungover and still possibly drunk from the night before, that night in Sharess’ Caress with the male drow twin whose name he couldn’t recall. What he had remembered of that night were but fragments; the honeyed words about the milky pallor of his skin and hair, the mood-ruining questions about his scars and his alleged intimidating aura, the purr of ‘come, szarkai,’ and the beckoning of a slender finger that would later snuff out the lights. Mundane and mildly irritating things, mostly, but a few diamonds in the rough, such as the mysterious click of a box’s lid followed by a thousand little running pinpricks over his chest as the young lad had expertly stroked his insides. A guilty pleasure. One he hadn’t ever even considered, but one he had yet to stop thinking about. He still remembered the tickle of gossamer sliding over and sticking to his ribs as the tiny beasts had scattered, tickling him enough to steal a chuckle.

Sad, however, that he’d stooped to spending nights in brothels and drinking the towns dry.

 He’d let himself go, for a while, content to play the part of the dark, vigilante folk-hero for the less fortunate, but after that while, it had started to get boring. Stories were being spun about him, rumours went flying, and Tam’lin did not welcome the prospect that people were making observations about him and speculating over what he did behind closed doors. He valued his privacy. He valued his autonomy. He valued people not trying to put him in a box.

Gloomstalker, the darthiir called him. The shadow ranger, with footsteps as silent and fleeting as the mist, tracking down his prey, setting traps, and then waiting in ambush, like the patient trapdoor spider that sizes up an arrogant snake. Possibly the only metaphor he’d heard about himself that he could be somewhat proud of. The spider that takes down snakes.

He frowned deeply as he looked at cruel-sting, propped up against his backpack in one of the tent’s corners. Kar’niss wasn’t a snake. He didn’t deserve to be hunted. Certainly didn’t deserve to be attacked by more than just himself. His throat was raw from shouting at the others to get back, to take down the wraiths, the shadows, anything but the indignity of attacking the poor drider like a pack of hyenas. Jaheira hadn’t wanted to trust him to take down Kar’niss alone. He’d had to force her to retreat, himself, and that was something that hadn’t gone down well when they had all returned to camp.

He was still bitter about it. She was still bitter about it.

Tam’lin ground his teeth together, furiously, stewing in his emotions. It would take a while for him to calm down.

So engrossed, was he, that he almost did not see Janet One beginning to jitter around. Almost missed the clicking chirrup of Janet Two as she assumed a more defensive position.

Shadows. It must be the Shadows.

It was pitch black, outside the tent, with only the campfire’s distant glow illuminating the other tents, all closed up for the night. All of his friends were asleep.

That thought might have been somewhat comforting, had he not seen a particularly fast shadow darting in reflection across the fabric of Astarion’s tent, directly adjacent to his own, or heard quiet, frantic whispering in the dark.

Tam’lin tucked a snowy strand of hair behind a pale, pointed ear and silently loaded an arrow into his longbow, readying it, ever vigilant. He watched his spiders like a hawk, before realising something about the positions they had assumed. Female spiders, recognising a male.

They know their own kind.  

Tam’lin put the bow down, and picked up cruel-sting, instead. He waited. And waited.

Come to me, first, and I'll see if you are friend or foe. I'll give you the chance that the other's won't.