#So glad I got to see it. But ohhhh the stress of missing it.

[albino-parakeet]

Thought the difference was funny so here’s that meme with the closest thing to a “face reveal” I’ll do.

Granted I was dressed up to run errands and such when I was watching lol. Yes that’s a Jurassic Park button up. I own three different ones.

[writings-by-fairy]

Show Me

Fandom: American Housewife

Pairing(s): Oliver Otto x Cooper Bradford with background relationships

Words: 1,823

Rating: M

Warnings: sexual content

Summary: On college break, Oliver and Cooper relieve some tension after being so busy.

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Fall break, finally. Despite going to the same school and seeing each other every day, Cooper and Oliver were so excited to be home together. Midterms had kicked their asses and they both were working so hard every day. It was Friday night when they got back from college. The Otto’s swarmed the two boys showering them with love and fake annoyance that they were back, Oliver could not stop smiling. He hadn’t realized how much he missed his family until they started the journey back home.

Because it was so late, the greetings were short lived. “Look, I’m glad you two are back but mama needs her beauty rest.” Oliver and Cooper giggled at classic Katie Otto before they retreated downstairs to the basement. They changed into their cheesy, matching pajamas (Cooper’s idea) and put on some music in the background. They laughed in hush as they recalled the memories their first semester gave them: Cooper joining a frat by accident and liking it (then being asked to move in by the president because he liked Cooper so much), the LGBT club approaching Oliver and saying its obvious, Oliver crying because he saw a squirrel eat a piece of popcorn (the stress of midterms was getting to him…hard).

As Oliver was rambling on about some guy in his pre-law club who kept saying “do you know who my dad is?”, Cooper couldn’t help his eyes from wondering down to Oliver’s lips. He listened intently even responding with an occasional gasp or “you’re so right”. Eventually, Cooper looked back up at Oliver’s eyes.

Cooper leaned in and softly kissed Oliver. They stayed like that for a few minutes, kissing softly, letting the music wrap its warm sounds around them, gentle hands resting upon different parts of the body.

“Gosh, you have no idea how much I missed this. Everyday I thought about you.” Oliver groaned; he truly did miss this. With everything going on at school: studying, joining one of the most active clubs on campus, going to Cooper’s frat parties even when he has an 8am the next day, and so much more, he did not have time to really hang out one on one with him. They still had to be careful in the frat, Cooper was new and barely knew these guys and also did not want to hear “Just so you know, I’m not into you but I am okay with the whole being gay thing.” Sigh.

“Yeah…well, what did you think about, hmm?” He slowly pushed Oliver back on the couch until he had him pinned; he held Oliver’s hands by his head as he laid a couple kisses along his jawline. “Go on, Babyboy, tell me everything.”

Oliver blinked hard and slowly, trying to clear his mind but couldn’t. “I-I would uhm…” He trailed off but soon felt his cheeks go hot when he started to think about what he used to think and do. Cooper’s grip got tighter on his wrists, and he knew that meant hurry up. “I would think of you.”

“Well, I would sure hope so.”

“I would think about you on top of me.”

“Like this?” Coope rolled his hips slightly making Oliver moan and arch his back up. He did this for a little while before sucking marks onto Oliver’s neck. “Go on.” He continued a trail down the visible neck.

“Yeah uhm, then I would…ohhhh.”

Cooper pulled away completely staring down at Oliver with faux disappointment, but it felt real in the moment. “Do I have to stop or are you going to finish what you were saying?” Cooper sat up and beside Oliver as he asked the question, he looked away “uninterested” as if we get up and walk away at any moment.

Oliver scrambled up and onto his knees beside Cooper, his nimble fingers clinging to Cooper’s arm.

“No, please, no, no, no, I’ll be good. I will tell you every though I had, everything I did to myself, oh please!” By the end, Oliver was basically crying but it seemed Cooper could not care less (though he did, greatly. He wanted nothing more than to reach over and caress his face and wipe away the few tears that escaped.

Cooper looked as though he was pondering something significant, he turned towards Oliver and pushed the disheveled boy to lay back on the couch. Oliver fell back with obedience: he propped himself up on his elbows and legs spread so he could look at Cooper. His brain tried to think of what was going to come next: was Cooper going to crawl up between his legs and fuck him like no tomorrow? Was he going to give Oliver a blow job? Was he going to leave him there high and dry and see how long it takes Oliver to start actually begging? God, he hoped anything but that.

Cooper could see the ongoing battle of anxiety of what was to come war on in Oliver’s head. “I have a better idea than you just telling me what you did and thought.” Oliver looked into Cooper’s eyes, not a coherent thought could be formed, what was he going on about? “How about you show me?”

Oliver’s mind went blank. Show him…how do…I can’t…but I really could. They stayed there in silence for a moment, Oliver couldn’t help but feel exposed about this idea; touching himself in front of his boyfriend while he just watched but oh did the vulnerability feel so good.

“Yes, so uhm, typically it would start after I got off the phone with you or I would just be laying in my bed at night, alone. Then I would start thinking.”

“Go on. Tell me what you would think about.”

Oliver started to push his shirt up to his chin exposing his torso. “I would think about how you touch me. How you would trail hickeys down my neck and chest and thighs, how you were marking me as your own. I would think about how well you take care of me.” Oliver looked down sheepishly, he didn’t know why that last part felt so intimate for even his boyfriend but it was true. He would think about how Cooper protected him from the rumors at the frat, how he would walk Oliver to class when get possible, how he would only let Oliver walk on the inside of the sidewalk, just every little thing Cooper did to make Oliver feel safe and well cared for.

Cooper couldn’t help but feel his chest puffed up with love and somewhat pride that he could make his boyfriend feel so loved and protected. Call him cocky.

Oliver started to lightly trace down his neck and go down to his nipples. “Then I would think about how you would tease my nipple softly.” He finally brought his hand down softly to his right nipple and started rubbing roughly. “Then usually you would start to leave hickeys on the other one so I had to improvise.” Cooper was a little confused by what he meant but soon found out exactly what he meant; Oliver brought his other hand down so now he was pinching and twisting roughly. Oliver was rolling his hips up and down hoping for friction but got nothing.

Cooper felt his mouth water and hand twitch with the need to just touch the angelic boy in front of him. Instead, he turned completely towards Oliver resting his back against the arm rest and started to palm himself. He groaned softly.

Oliver kept this up for a few minutes before finally reaching his hands down to his plaid pajama pants. He lifted his hips up to push them to his thighs before reaching down to start touching himself. Cooper did not like his view being abstracted so he leaned over and pulled the pants the rest of the way off. Oliver gasped and his eyes flew open: he hadn’t even thought about his pants being in the way, he was just doing muscle memory.

“Good boy.”

Oliver moaned, loudly; he realized his mistake when he saw Cooper’s worried face. He calmed his breather before he reached down and started to jerk himself off. He soon became extremely aware of the situation: Oliver almost completely naked touching himself while his boyfriend watching his every move completely clothed. Feeling displayed made the whole situation hotter.

Oliver continued to slowly jerk himself off while twisting his nipple. He was trying so hard not to make a noise, but it was so hard. There was so much pleasure coursing through Oliver: the physical pleasure, the pleasure of looking up at Cooper who was moaning slightly, just the pleasure of finally being with Cooper one on one, just everything was too much but not enough. “Oh fuck Cooper.” Oliver hissed out and twitched his legs.

“Not yet.” Cooper knew the infamous leg twitch, he was close as well but want to watch Oliver whine and huff. Oliver went to pull his arm away to help himself from coming. Suddenly a sharp pain formed on the inner side of his thigh, he looked up at Cooper and registered that he slapped Oliver’s thigh.

“Did I say you could stop?”

Oliver blinked a few times then opened his mouth to respond but let out a quiet sorry and continued what he was doing. It was slightly painful now but it still felt so good. He looked up to Cooper with pleading eyes but was ignored. He almost started crying.

Cooper started to pick up his hand movements and panting. Oliver looked down and say a dark spot start to grow, that’s when he started whining more with tears falling softly down his face. Not fair. Not fair. Not fair!

Oliver’s eyes rolled back as the edging was beginning to cross the line to overstimulation. “Keep you eyes on me.” Oliver groaned as he forced his eyes to Cooper’s, Cooper decided to take pity on his boy when he saw the red cheeks and tears streaming down his face. “Go ahead.”

Oliver let out a yell but he couldn’t care less, it felt so good. He started breathing heavy after he came, he couldn’t help his eyes from falling shut. He could hear Cooper shuffle around the basement and him change his pants. He heard his footprints walk away but could not open his eyes to see where his boyfriend was off to.

Oliver was jerked awake from his sleep (he didn’t even know he fell asleep) when a cold washcloth wiped across his torso to clean up the cum. Oliver smiled gently, he felt so loved. Cooper threw the washcloth somewhere on the floor near the couch and maneuvered Oliver to big spoon him. He leaned up and kissed Oliver’s temple the snuggled into Oliver’s back.

Oliver felt warm all over before sleep took over the both of them.

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XOXO Fairy

[hulijingemperor2]

Jing Manor, main Mansion 📍.

A-Qing: bye Jiggy!!! Bye team dimple!

Yao: bye. I hope to see you again.

Mo xuanyu: stay fab ok.

Xue yang: and stress out Daozhang. And stay away from songlan.

A-Qing: if he can put up with you, he can put up with me.

Xue yang: *rolls eyes*

A-Qing: *hugs Rusong and looks up at him* bye princey.

Rusong: *strokes her head tenderly* bye Xiao Qing.

A-Qing: are you going to give me a little kiss?

Rusong: mn. *kisses her on her forehead*

A-Qing: *giggling uncontrollably*

Xue yang: A-Qing, what's up with you?! What did Rusong do?

Su she: give them their privacy!

Xue yang: so you two are planning papapa?!!!

Omg, Jiggy is a grandad.

A-Qing: can you stop being disgusting!

Rusong: uncle muffin! We're teens!

Xue yang: so.

Yao: Yangyang, behave. *laughing*

A-Qing: anyways. I got to go Rusong. See you soon.

~

Meng Shi had attained Nirvana and perfection, and became an immortal goddess of Hulijings. So now she decided to come to Jing Manor and stay there permanently.

Later that day...

She covers her face with a veil and stopped at the gates of Jing Manor, Jingjing.

Meng Shi to herself: my Yao'er had made Jingjing so beautiful. I can't wait to meet him physically.

Fox spirit guards: who are you Madam?

Meng Shi: I'll tell you after. Please let me in. I want to meet someone.

The emperor? Did you make an appointment?

Meng Shi: um...your Huangdi is my son. I don't need to make an appointment!

Who really are you?

Meng Shi: aiya. Call me Madam Meng.

Fox spirit guards: *kneels* are you really our Madam Meng?? Don't you know that Meng is the imperial name.

Meng Shi: *shows them her dimples*

Oh my.

The imperial dimples!

Greetings Huanghou!

Forgive us, Huanghou.

Meng Shi: it's ok. Please don't be formal. I want to meet my Yao'er.

Yes Huanghou!

~~

Yao, Rusong and team D: *relaxing in the court*

Huangdi! Huangdi! We have good news!!

Yao: awe really, what is it??

Huanghou is here! Physically!

Yao: *elated* what????

Meng shi: *takes off cloak (like how A-Yao did in the donghua lol)* Yao'er!!!

Yao: *hugs her tightly while crying* A-niang! Can you believe how much I missed you! *cries*

Rusong: Nainai is here! Nainai is here!!

Mo xuanyu: waw she looks just like Yao gege. She's really pretty.

Xue yang: yup. That's where Jiggy got his genes.

Su she: she's resplendent. I'll give her all my respect.

Yao: sit here. *kneels next to her side and rests her head on her lap*

Meng Shi: *strokes hair* silly boy, why are you crying?

Yao: I was yearning for you.

Meng shi: but I'm here. *wipes tears* come on, smile. Show me your dimples.

Yao: *smiling* life was so hard without you, A-niang. I'm so glad you're back!

Meng Shi: baby foxy. *kisses*

Yao: *sniffles* do you enjoy being the hulijing immortal?

Meng Shi: of course! I love being a hulijing goddess. And it made me discover some underlying confidence I never knew I had. And yes, I'm omnipresent, hence I can be in both places. Well let me say, three places.

Yao: so you'll stay with your Yao'er.

Meng Shi: yes i will. Permanently.

Yao: *smiles* I would love that!

Meng Shi: you're such a marvelous Huangdi. You excelled in everything, and I'm so proud of you.

Rusong: *pays respects* greetings Huanghou.

Meng Shi: what are you doing? *hugs* My baby Song'er! I'm your Nainai!

*squishes dimples* ohhhh you're soo cute. And you have your A-Die's face! You'll get away with anything with me!

Rusong: aww. Nainai, will you live with us?

Meng Shi: definitely!

Rusong: I'm so happy!

Meng Shi: *pinches cheeks* so am I, little Dianxia! Yao'er, you have a beautiful child with pinchable cheeks.

You got good genes.

Yao: those are your genes.

Meng Shi: yes, you got it from me.

Yao'er your empire is magnificent.

Yao: thank you. It's a lot of hard work. And you know I expanded the empire to Dongying and Korea.

Meng Shi: I see.

Yao'er you're so loved by your people.

Yao: well I must fulfill your wish.

Meng Shi: good A-Yao.

Meng Shi: where are my jewelry, Yao'er.

Yao: A-niang, I have kept them in the imperial treasury. Don't worry.

Meng Shi: excellent Yao'er. I know you would!

You see, I have to give some to A-Song's bride.

Yao: *laughs* ohhh I see!

Rusong: my what?

Yao: A-niang, do you want anything?

Meng shi: ah...maybe some tea.

Yao: Fuying.

Fuying: right away, Huangdi, and Tai Hou.

Yao: I'll get you an entire staff of maids so that you'll feel comfortable.

Meng Shi: I'll always be comfortable, A-Yao.

But there's one special person I want as a personal maid.

Yao: who's that?

Meng shi: Sisi meimei.

Yao: aunt sisi?

Meng Shi: mhm. But I don't know what part of the world she's in. I haven't seen her in so long.

Yao: I wonder if she's in Dongying? I have to check with the governor.

Meng Shi: ok then. I'll wait for her.

Gosh she would be so proud. And she would love our A-Song.

Yao: yess, definitely.

Team D: *pays respects* Tai Hou.

Meng Shi: aww team dimple! My A-Yao's besties!

Minshan, Xue Chengmei and Mo xuanyu.

Su she: you know our names, empress? *smile*

Meng Shi: of course. How can I forget such exceptional people.

Your loyalty is unmatched.

Trio: thank you so much!

Mo xuanyu: we're in love with Yao gege.

Xue yang: yea. He had us in a chokehold. And still do.

Meng Shi: because he's my son obviously.

Su she: yes!

And Song'er tend to tease us about us being simps.

Meng Shi: aw Song'er. Song'er is just a baby.

Rusong: did you hear that team D!

Su she: Madam Meng, can you and Huangdi please come to Moling Su? Huangdi is the emperor of the Su sect as well. So they'll be happy to see you.

Meng Shi: of course I will. Thank you chief cultivator.

Attendant: Huanghou, Huangdi, your tea.

Both: thank you very much.

Xichen: *enters* A-Yao!

Meng Shi: *raises brow* (is that Madam Lan's son?)

Yao: Huan!!

Meng Shi: (it is Madam Lan's son. Oh right, he's part of my A-Yao's harem. Now it's my time to drill him)

Yao: I have someone for you to meet! It's A-niang! She's back!

Xichen: oh my goodness!I'm so happy for you, A-Yao!

Meng Shi: aren't you going to respect me?

Xichen: yes *bows*. Greetings, mother-in-law.

Team dimple: *faints*

Rusong: Team D! *fans them* team D!

Meng Shi: huanghou.

Xichen: mhh.. huanghou.

Yao: you know er ge right?

Meng Shi: yea, I love how he treats you before marriage.

Yao'er, Madam Lan and I were secretly friends. Once before she became Qingheng Jun's wife, she dressed as a man and came to Yunping brothel. She was also one of my customers, but we never did anything intimate. I found that it was hilarious that she dressed as a man.

Meng Shi: in my room, we would just played chess, maybe drink wine. And she would tell me all about her crush on Qingheng Jun.

Yao: awww.

Xichen: ah, you know my parents.

Meng Shi: obviously.

Xue yang: empress be bursting files.

Su she: I know right.

Mo xuanyu: Stan Madam Meng.

Xichen: how did she describe A-Die?

Meng Shi: super hot, but super cold. He needed to loosen up a little more.

Now how dare a stoney Lan fall in love with my Yao'er, even though we all know that I made him handsome.

Xichen: Huanghou, I pledged to keep A-Yao happy and support him.

Meng Shi: my Yao'er deserves the world. Remember that. I have my eyes on you.

Team dimple: *Cheering* wooooooo!!!!! A queen we need!!!!

Yass! Drill Lan lips!

Meng Shi: team dimple, are you alright?

Su she: aaaa, we'll be fine.

Mo xuanyu: *sobs* do you take autographs.

Xue yang: *sniffles* you're truly a goddess.

Meng Shi: I think team dimple is broken.

Yao: they're always like that, A-niang.

Rusong: they're even random when they wake up.

Mo xuanyu: Song'er, practicing how to kiss Yao gege with a pillow at 5 am in the morning isn't random.

Su she: uhh, that's where that sucking noise was coming from. Ew. But you have a point.

Mo xuanyu: *gasps* you're up at 5am?!!!

Su she: yea. The Lans has set my body clock and I can't reset it.

Xue yang: poor you.

Meng Shi: how dare they do that to Shan'er.

Su she: *tearing up* Shan'er....only my parents used to call me that. No one else. *cries.

Meng Shi: awww. Well you're my Shan'er *smile* Yu'er and Yang'er.

Team d: awwww, Madam Meng!!

Xichen: and me?

Meng Shi: Yao'er's hubby. But if you please me, I'll call you Chen'er.

Xichen: as you wish.

Yao: this calls for a banquet. I'll have it organized.

Do you wish to take a stroll.

Meng Shi: certainly, A-Yao. I would love to see your beautiful palace.

Yao: mn.

By the way, your resendential mansion will be named the Pavillion of the eternal flower.

Meng Shi: ah, I love it darling.

Yao: are you coming, team D.

Mo xuanyu: heck yea!

Xue yang: you two are so stunning.

Su she: yes sure, Huangdi and Huanghou.

Rusong: I'll come along too.

Xichen: I must go find a way to please Meng Huanghou.

Meng Shi: how smart.

Maybe you can compose a song for me on the Qin.

Xichen: certainly.

Meng Shi: *opens fan and walks off elegantly*

~~

*walking through the halls*

Meng Shi: marvelous.

Perfect architecture. You have renovated it, Yao'er?

Yao: yes.

Meng Shi: but it's beautiful.

Later I want to go on a caravan ride, to see the city.

Yao: so be it. I'll have your caravan ready.

Meng Shi: delightful.

And please, do come along to.

Yao: sure.

Rusong: of course nainai!!

Meng Shi: darling Song'er. You sound so eager. Haha.

Rusong: yea very!

Meng shi: Yao'er. Where's that old bat. Is she still using cultivation to stay young?

Yao: Madam Jin? *laughing*

Meng Shi: yes. Her.

Yao: still in Jinlintai. But Zixuan and I own Jinlintai now, so she and guangshan are renting from us.

Meng Shi: well deserved.

She had some gull abusing you. I'll set her straight.

And did you just say Zixuan? Her son?

Yao: yes, we got really really close, and he helps me a lot. He's now the peacock spirit emperor.

Meng Shi: how sweet.

Xue yang: so you got some bad blood with Madam Jin, queenie?

Meng Shi: mhm. The woman is out of her mind.

It's not my fault I'm beautiful and cute. Being unable to put up with your horny womanizer husband doesn't have anything to do with me.

Xue yang: *laughing*

Su she: you have a point. She should have been angry with guangshan instead. And chop off his b*lls. After you become pregnant with our Huangdi.

Mo xuanyu: after meee, Shanahan. I'm younger than Yao gege.

Su she: oh sorry. I forgot.

Meng Shi: well if she don't want guangshan to do his shit, then I suggest she tie him or put him on a leash.

Xue yang: oh gosh!!

I'm dead!

Yao: *cracking up* I agree with you.

Su she: Huanghou! You're the best!

Mo xuanyu: spill some more. This is interesting.

Meng Shi: I'm more elegant than her. That's why she's so insecure.

Xue yang: empress boss, would you have tea with Madam Jin.

Meng Shi: would she drink it if it's poisoned?

Xue yang: that's where Jiggy got it from.

Meng Shi: I rather not. But no I won't poison her. But give her stale tea.

Su she: who are your besties?

Meng Shi: Madam Lan. She makes me laugh!! Sisi, Lan Yi and second Madam Mo.

Mo xuanyu: my A-niang?

Meng Shi: yea. I saw her in the spirit realm. She thinks my dimples are cute.

Mo xuanyu: woww!!

Xue yang: you're so much like Jiggy, putting people in chokeholds and liking a Lan.

Meng Shi: yes yes. Madam Lan was so kind and fun loving.

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

OOP Bobby o.o

OHHHH GOSH

10 YEARS AGO O.O

I thought he was supposed to be a burn unit nurse FROM that time but oh gosh he was a victim :OO that makes so much more sense

Not that I thought it didn't but my gosh o.o

Also gosh that it's ten years ago xd 😭

Especially when I was recently rewatching some season too, specifically the Begins episodes (though others too), and Bobby's (I specify since I believe that was season 3)

Anyway AOUAGH THE FLASHBACKS O.O 😭

Is Bobby finding out like this too by the way o.o

AOUGH y'all stressing o.o

OOP Bobby D:

Fair but gosh :((

Uhhh??

Bobby where are you

BRO BETTER NOT BE GONNA GO FOR REVENGE O.O

UHHH

UHHH OHHHH THAT BETTER BE A MISLEAD O.O

UMMM???

Y'all I be stressing 😭😭 xdd o.o

Also forgot about these one plot promos xdd wild lol

Anyway

Gosh o.o

Scared thank you xdd xD

Well, that's the last of my last thoughts, so now it's time for the. . .

REVIEW

I loved this episode!! I thought it was amazing :D. There were a lot of great plots going on (okay right now for Eddie's I'm just confused and mad at him but that's besides the point xD it was wild so I'll count it as good because entertaining lol, it better go somewhere good though I'm also counting it for that), but Jennifer absolutely CARRIED this episode :O :D. Girl is an icon <33. And of course so is Maddie :') 🥰🥰. Henren may be committing crimes (as in they might be crimes) but we love them xD :D. Lol xD. All these idiots on this show I swear lol. But ah, I love them <3. Maddie and Chimney were not idiots this episode though to be clear they were icons <33. Anyway xD. Some really interesting plots, great storytelling all around (that's just what my brain decides to say just go with it ik it's kinda strange), and some great moments for everybody even if they weren't really in a main plot today :D. Also I'm stressing about Bobby o.o some really cool moments there too. But yeah, great all around!!

Okayy the next episode's in an hour so lol! Time for individual parts.

Bobby and Athena! They were great as always :D. Athena slayed the investigating! And Bobby coming in with the baby :'). I'M STRESSED THOUGH Y'ALL 😭😬. Anyway, I love them <33.

Tommy! I miss you 😔 xD.

Buck! Didn't see him much but he slayed :D. The scene with him and Christopher and Eddie at the end was :')). They're so silly your honor <33. I love him so much :'D.

Eddie! BOYYYYY. Someone stop this insane man 😭. Just realized I'm gonna have to deal with this again in an hour xd. Anyway, what the heck is going on o.o. His storyline was absolutely wild 😭. I'm glad we're addressing his grief but my gosh o.o xd. Anyway, lol, I love him xd. Usually <3. Nah but for real what's going on bro xD. He better be hallucinating or something I swear 😭 xd.

Hen and Karen! Y'all why are you being stalkers xD. Nah but genuinely I'm glad they were fighting for Mara :')). And AAHHHH I'M SO GLAD SHE AND HER BROTHER GOT TO SEE EACH OTHER :'DDD!! I hope the dad is okay with it so it can keep happening, not him find out and stop it or anything <3. It really is good for both of them :')). Anyway, I just love their little family <33. They ain't perfect but they try their best and Then and Karen fight for their kids and it's just so beautiful :')). I love them so much <33.

Maddie and Chimney! Y'all the FEELS they were making me feel this episode 😭😭😭🥺💔🥰. Jennifer absolutely ate, carried. She was so amazing :D. But seriously it was heartbreaking 😭😭 and then seeing Chimney support her and listen to her 🥺🥺🥺😭❤️ he is perfect <3. And they slayed so hard figuring out the abduction!! I'm so glad everybody ended up okay :'DD. They really figured that out, ate that for real 🥰🥰. Also the whole thing about the woman in the passenger seat :'(((( 😭😭😭🥺💔💔❤️. So good <333. I'm so glad they have each other <33 :'D. Also that scene with Jee-Yun at the end was absolutely adorable 😭😭❤️❤️🥺🥰. And Chim just looking on with how much he loves them in his eyes :')). Y'all I love them so much <333.

Overall, I really enjoyed this episode! I thought it was super good, and the acting especially was just on point (though of course it always is). It also set up some really interesting things for next time, which, while I'm scared about, could be really cool :O xd. And the calls were great! I'm so glad the main girl from the call and her baby are doing alright <33. They went through a lot but they'll be okay :')). The moment of her seeing her again and then reuniting was just so amazing 😭😭🥺🥰❤️. But anyway, everybody did great figuring it out, and just in this episode in general :'D. Don't know what Eddie's doing though lol, though he did do well on the calls xD.

So yeah! It was amazing, I really loved this episode. Certainly a wild one though. I'm excited and nervous for the next one! This has been my review of. . .

9-1-1, Season 7, Episode 7: Ghost of a Second Chance

It was really great! I'm so excited for the next one but I have no clue how it's gonna turn out. This is gonna be wild. I'll be back next week for my review of. . .

9-1-1, Season 7, Episode 8: Step Nine

See you next week!

[sttoru]

Hiii!! <3 How are you, Karina? (ᵔᵕᵔ)

The thing that was stressing me the most is over now (it was the classes and exam for me to get my drivers licence), so I'm doing a lot better, don't worry! (˃̵ᴗ˂̵) There are still some other, minor things making me a little nervous, but it's nothing compared to what I was feeling before. Promise I'll keep on taking care of myself! ♡

Even though I know it's almost impossible for someone not to be stressed with work + university, I still wish you wouldn't ever feel anything negative. (ˇ ᴖ ˇ) I know how hardworking, caring, dedicated and capable you are, but, please, remember to rest and take care of yourself. (◡̈)♡

𑣲I love you!!𑁤

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HII SUNSHINEEEE!!! i missed u sm omg 🫶🏽🫶🏽

ohhhh, i hope you got your driver license! how did the exam go? i wish you nothing but the best bby remember that <333!!! i’m glad you’re taking care of yourself mwah that’s all that matters to me xx

i’m also taking care of myself the best i can while balancing work, uni and my social life ^_^ im glad you decided to reach out to me again, seeing an update from you in my inbox makes me all giddy eheheheh

MWAHH ILYYYYTOOOO

[sugar-sweet-tea]

Tall man gets love

Description : Mori was always with Honey. But what happens when they split up for a bit, thankfully Mori will always have his family to help him.

Or in other words, Ouran High School Host Club is perfect for agere stuff and there’s not enough of it on here.

This was my first OHSHC fic and it took me a while to get the courage to write thing but I’m pretty impressed with it. This was very inspired by DannyFANtom and Mcschnuggles who have awesome fics, I really recommend checking them out.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30654551

Mori was walking the halls looking as if he was in some kind of trance. He looked lost, and confused. As if his mind was off somewhere else. He couldn't find Honey and that made him a little... nervous.

They were always together.

He could feel his mind start to get... fuzzier. It was slowly getting harder to focus on stuff. He tried to remember where he was and where his cousin was but, nothing came to his mind.

So there he was, roaming the hallways after school hours looking for Honey. He vaguely remembers him having to get something from class but he should've been back by now.

That's when his eyes landed on it.

Music room 3.

He gasped. He knew this room! Mori quickly walked towards the music room, taking shaky steps. He was having a hard time focusing on anything. Especially walking.

He felt his mind begging him to be small. It's been a little while which he knew wasn't good.

He tried to regress at least once a week but missed the last few weeks.

The only person who knew was his cousin, Honey. He watched him when he felt small and always took care of him. Kind of like a caregiver...

Mori slowly opened the door trying to be as quiet as possible.

Thankfully all the guests had gone.

Unfortunately, the other hosts where there.

Mori attempted to enter as quietly as possible, not wanting to cause attention to himself, sadly, this never worked.

"Hey, Mori-Senpai!" Haruhi called to him, smiling at him with a little wave. The other hosts smiled and greeted him as well. He smiled a small sad smile at her.

His mouth quivered a bit.

His day had been so stressful so far and he hadn't seen Honey in a long time.

So it's not a surprise that he couldn't keep the tears that fell down his face. His lip quivered as more came.

Seeing all his friends so happy to see him made him want to slip even more.

As hard as he tried, he couldn't help it.

The usually quiet man sat down and put his face in his hands as he cried. The other hosts looked confused and went over to him.

This was concerning since they’ve never seen him like this. So... sad. It was very out of character since usually they would be lucky to get any reaction out of him. He was a man of few words.

"Mori-Senpai. What's wrong?"

"Why are you crying?"

"Where's Honey-Senpai?"

All these questions were beginning to get too much for him.

Mori removed his hands from his face and put them to cover his ears. He tried to block out the noise. His eyes shut tight.

Without him knowing, he felt a gentle hand pressed against his shoulder. Mori gently opened his eyes to see Tamaki placing a hand on his shoulder.

Tamaki was looking down on him, smiling a comforting and reassuring smile to him.

Mori felt himself get calmer. He could feel the tears slowing down as he sniffled. He rubbed his eyes and that's when another hand passed him a tissue.

Looking up again he saw Kyoya with the same type of comforting and reassuring smile that Tamaki had.

Mori wiped his nose and his eyes. He stopped crying. They could tell he was trying to go back to his neutral expressionless face but was struggling a significant amount.

“Senpai? Are you any better?” Haruhi asked him calmly. He gently nodded.

“Why were you so upset before?” Hikaru asked him.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like that before.” Kaoru said, nodding in agreement.

Mori only sniffled and wiped his nose a bit.

Even if the other didn’t notice of it right away. Haruhi definitely did. The way he was acting and his expression. As if he was thinking about something else, his mind far away. She doesn’t know why but... he looked so... innocent in her eyes. Almost like a child...

No one was expecting what happened next...

Mori felt so safe at this moment with his family surrounding him that he clung into the closest person.

This, of course, was Tamaki.

He couldn’t help it when he wrapped his arms around the blond and tried to hide his face in his chest. At this point he had fully slipped.

And Tamaki, being the great friend that he is, didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around him in a loving embrace and whisper soft things into his ear to calm him down.

All the other hosts looked a little confused, but Tamaki made it seem like an every day thing. Comforting him as if he’s done it a thousand times.

Being in the arms of the blonde, it didn’t take him long to calm down. His was no longer freaking out, but even so, he didn’t want to leave his friends embrace.

Out of embarrassment or fear of freaking out again, he wasn’t sure.

That is until another certain blonde came through the door.

Honey looked very worried and concerned.

“Takashi!” He yelled running over to him. Immediately he wrapped his arms around his neck. Mori gently broke off from Tamaki and wrapped his arms around his cousin.

“Mitsukuni...” He mumbled into his hair.

“Is that the reason he got to upset earlier? Because he wasn’t with Honey-Senpai?” Hikaru asked them.

“Yes, I had to go back to my class really fast so I could get one of my books I forgot and I told Takashi to wait for me by the window. He must’ve slipped and forgot about it, so he got scared. I’m just glad he found you guys. Thanks for watching and taking good care of him Tama-Chan!” Honey thanked them smiling gleefully.

Instead of smiling back, the others were rightfully confused.

“Why do you mean Mori-Senpai slipped?”

“Yeah and he’s been away from you before Honey-Senpai, why did it make him so sad now?” The twins asked one after the other.

Tamaki was surprisingly quiet and Kyoya was just waiting for an explanation. He was quite intrigued.

However, before anyone could say anything, Haruhi was the only one to notice what was actually going on.

“Mori-Senpai, how old are you?” She asked gently and softly. She lowered and softened it as if she was talking to a child, which she had a feeling that she was.

Honey gasped then smiled, in all honesty he wasn’t very surprised that Haruhi was the one to figure it out first.

Mori put up three fingers, before switching to two.

Kyoya’s eyes went wide.

He understood now.

“How long have you been?...” He asked, like Haruhi he had softened his voice. He sounded calming and concerned. He really was the mom of the group.

“For a few months now. I help him and watch over him so he doesn’t get hurt.” Honey explained.

“Would you guys please just tell us what you’re talking about? It makes no sense!” Tamaki exclaimed trying not to be too loud since he was right beside Mori.

“Is it ok if I tell them?” Honey asked. Once receiving a head nod from his cousin, he started his explanation.

Mori figured they’d want an explanation anyways, why not just tell them everything.

After all, they were a family.

No.

Wait.

They were his family.

“Takashi is a little.” Honey told them. Mori nodded.

The twins looked confused for a sec before figuring out what he meant.

“A little what?” Tamaki asked.

Everyone started laughing.

Even though it wasn’t that funny, they all thought it was.

“No, Senpai, what he means is that he regresses. To deal with stress.” Haruhi explained to him.

Ohhhhhhh.

It took Tamaki a few seconds before the realization hit him like a truck.

“Ohhhh. Awwww.” He couldn’t help but coo. He vaguely remembered them talking about that and he always thought it was absolutely adorable, and has even considered trying it once or twice but reprimanded himself because it was ‘too childish’. He’d spent so much time trying to convince himself that he shouldn’t, he kinda forgot about it all together.

“Why didn’t he tell us in the first place?” Kaoru asked.

“Probably because he was afraid. Which is understandable, this stuff can be very personal to some people.” Kyoya explained to him who nodded.

“Well now that we do know, if you ever need someone to watch you, we’ll always be available.” Tamaki offered, smiling at the little.

Not used to getting so much attention, Moi started blushing a bit. He didn’t know why he was so nervous to tell his friends, no, his family something like this.

He must’ve been pretty silly if he thought that they would mock him or judge him for this.

“Thank you! I know he doesn’t really express it often, but I know he’s very happy to have you guys as friends and that are willing to help him.” Honey told them. And in all honesty, he was happy too. Happy that his friends were so open and accepting for them.

“Well we’re a family, families help each other. Now, how about we get some snacks, I bet everyone’s a little hungry.” Tamaki suggested. They others all agreed and started making their way towards the food.

Mori and Honey walked hand in hand. Like they should be.

“I’m sorry I left you alone when you were small. I promise it won’t happen again.” Honey apologized. He felt a little guilty about it.

“Iss ok.” Mori said softly. It wasn’t like his usual voice. This one definitely made him sound like a child.

They smiled at each other before joining the others.

Mori was glad he told them.

And now, he felt closer to them than ever before.

[bourbon-ontherocks]

I love your fic title hahaa, it's perfect🤩 (think I'll save it for an ep5 rewatch, or maybe after the finale, in the Pit of Despair) &ohhhh I remember seeing the hugging gif in the HPI tag before spoilers got the best of me! that's why I turned to you for shippy song hehe (&why I thought you exclusively wrote in EN) j'avoue j'avais pas la ref Kaamelott, but it fits😂 and that ~fardeau quote kinda fits morgane too😂😂😂 "Yes I Will Be Annoying, Enjoy The Ride ☺" (elle me manque la dame du lac🥲)

(Julia's adventures with the HPI anon)

Awww, thanks, glad you like the fic’s title! I actually hesitated with different lyrics from that song 🎶 Also I cannot stress enough that you do not have to read it. Don't feel obligated to just because I linked it to you like some needy-for-attention gremlin 😂😂 And I'm not sure that it would be such a soothing post-finale read? Well, at least our baby idiots get to cuddle in it, so there's that I guess... 🥺

Ugh, anon, I’m so sorry that I ruined the HPI tag for you with that spoilery gifset!!! 😭😭 Pretty sure it’s the only spoilery thing there anyway since I’m quite literally the only one posting to this tag which is a SHAME... But I’m glad it’s what brought you to my ask box 😍😍

And re the use of English, I’ll have you know that I’ve had an ongoing debate with myself about whether I should subtitle my gifs in French or in English since I started giffing haha. It’s still not decided tbh, although I have settled for English at the moment^^

The burden quote fits Morgane SO WELL!!! It’s on the list of the quotes I’ll most likely re-use in some future fic because I just can’t help hiding little Kaamelott easter eggs in literally every of my HPI fic, and also Morgane is so reminiscent of the Dame du Lac for me, I feel like Audrey’s acting is very much hinting at it so... And I miss Viviane too!! (not me and @pia-writes-things currently losing our entire minds at the concept of a HPI x Kaamelott crossover fic.... You’re welcome to join the club if you’re just as insane 🤗🤣)

[ythankucaptainmccoy]

Commander Wolffe x Reader (SMUT)

Here is another imagine from the wonderful @gabrielewolffe: Imagine Wolffe coming to your quarters to surprise you by asking you out on a date but you surprise him instead by waiting for him already naked in your bed and the date is immediately forgotten since he has now other plans for you…

I do not own Star Wars or any characters. WARNING: SMUT, SPANKING, EARLY ORGASM PUNISHMENT, ARMOR KINK (if you look super close), BITING AND DOM/SUB

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The 104th Attack Battalion was headed back from a battle. Commander Wolffe was anxious to get back, because he planned to ask (Y/N) out on a date. He had tried to before they deployed to the planet’s surface, but was interrupted by Boost hugging her. She always had a great relationship with the wolfpack. General Plo could sense the commanders stress. “What is on your mind commander?”, he questioned. “Nothing just worried about the men General”, he lied. “Just ask her. I’m sure she would be delighted to go on a date with you”, General Plo chuckled. Wolffe looked up at his General in shock, but then remembered you couldn’t really hide anything from a Jedi. The other wolfpack members pretended not to be eavesdropping, but were failing miserably as Commander Wolffe rolled his eyes.

You had heard that the wolfpack was on its way back to the ship, and for once you didn’t have to fix any damaged LAAT’s or Speeder bikes. When Boost had hugged you he told you that Wolffe was gonna ask you out on a date, but you decided to do one better. You had left a note in Commander Wolffe’s quarters to meet you in your room. There you lay on your side naked and posed on the edge of your bed. It felt like forever, but you heard a knock on the door. “Who is it?”, you asked coyly. “Its Commander Wolffe you wanted to see me?”, he questioned. “Come in Commander”, you replied. He quickly entered the code taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. When he didn’t see you he walked to where your ‘bedroom’ was, and about had a heart attack as a strangled noise came out of his mouth. There you were naked posed on the bed, and if it wasn’t the hottest thing he had ever seen. 

Wolffe realized he was staring, and quickly tried to avert his eyes. “Wolffe you can look at me I know about the date thing, but we technically have been dating for the past several months”, you confessed. It was true you had basically been going to lunch, and helping him with paperwork late into the night. You had tried to drop hints that you wanted to move to sex, but he never picked up on them. “If you will be mine I would love to go on a proper date with you, but right now I want you in another way”, you suggested. He died, he had to of died on the battlefield down below and this was his heaven right, but he was alive and breathing. Thinking that he didn’t feel the same way you sat up with slight embarrassment. “I’m sorry if I crossed a line, and I understand if you don’t….”, you rambled, but were cut short by Wolffe. “Edge of the bed now”, he barked out. Oh Force the way he barked that order at you had heat pooling low in your stomach.

Quickly as you could you scrambled to the edge of the bed. He took your face in his gloved hands. “Are you sure that you want this because I won’t hold back”, he admitted stroking your cheek with his thumb. He was giving you a way out if you wanted it, but hells you wanted this so badly. “I’m sure Wolffe. I want this.”, you whispered. That’s all it took as Wolffe roughly pushed you back onto the bed, and positioned himself between your legs and putting each hand on either side of your face to trap you. When he leaned down to capture your lips you threaded your fingers into his hair while your other hand went to his armored shoulder. You gave his hair a slight tug and the growl that he let out was amazing, and made your slit clench. He propped all of his weight on his left hand, and let his right trail down over your breast missing your nipple by mere centimeters. You groaned in frustration as he smirked into the kiss he was giving you. His hand continued down and found your aching slit. 

One swipe up your slit and he moaned. “You… are..so…wet cyare”, Wolffe proclaimed. “Ohhhh please touch me more”, you begged him. “Ah ah ah not so fast, I’m the one in control and you will address me as sir understand”, he commanded. Oh ho this was way better than the dreams you had had of him. “Yes sir”, you whined out as he made another couple swipes past your clit. Fingers still gloved he slowly pushed his middle finger into you. It was enough, but also not enough at that moment. He added his ring finger next slowly pushing both fingers in and out. “Such a dirty girl aren’t you. I can feel your pussy clenching around my fingers. So hungry aren’t you”, he growled. You had started to grind into his hand as he slowly fucked you with his fingers. He pushed his fingers into your depths and started to pump his fingers. Once he hit a fast pace it was almost too much and you started to buck your hips. He stopped right before you fell over the edge.

You were a panting mess as he removed his fingers, and slid down your body a little to take a nipple into his mouth while he pinched the other one. “Force, Wolffe please sir”, you moaned. Once he was satisfied he switched nipples. His hot tongue and mouth doing wonders. He let go with a wet pop and pushed you up the bed some as he settled on his stomach. He hooked your legs over his shoulders, and wrapping his arms around your thighs. Before you could comprehend what he was doing he delved into your folds licking and sucking like a man starved. The cry that escaped your lips made him grunt as he placed his whole mouth over your pussy. He was sucking and licking at the same time. It didn’t take long for you to reach your previous state. “I’m so close sir please more please please please”, you chanted. Your legs were trembling and he hummed causing small vibrations. “Wolffe! Sir I’m gonna’ gonna’ cum”, you wailed. He continued as you came with a strangled cry. 

Your vision went black as your muscles pulled taught all over your body. Wolffe pulled away to admire his work grinning. It took you a moment to come back from your high, but when you opened your eyes Wolffe was sitting there with a predatory grin, and your slick mixed with saliva was present on his chin and lips. He quickly removed his codpiece, and tossed it to the side. Oh stars he was gonna fuck you with his armor on, and your body responded in turn. “On your hands and knees and face the head of the bed”, He growled out. You quickly obeyed and looked back over your shoulder as he got up off the bed. He grasped your hips and pulled you back against his still clothed cock. “Im gonna fuck you just like this are you gonna’ take it?”, he questioned, but sounded more like a statement. “Yes sir”, you acknowledged. “Your such a dirty girl aren’t you (Y/N)? Ready to take my cock after I made you cum with my mouth”, he whispered in your ear as he bent over you.

“Want me to stretch that little pussy with my cock hmmm”, he groaned rutting against your ass. “Oh hells yes”, you responded as he undid his blacks. “Yes what (Y/N)”, he taunted. “Yes si…sir”, you stuttered. “That’s more like it”, he said as he pulled his cock out. He rubbed up and down your slit to lubricate himself, and then lined himself up with your entrance. Wolffe tried to hold back he really tried, but he pushed and sheathed himself all the way in. You let out a gasp and then a groan as he pulled back and then pushed back in. “You ok?”, he asked brushing his gloved hand down your back. This was the gentle, soft side of the Commander that no one other than Plo Koon had seen. “Yes I’m fine give me everything. I can take it”, you moaned lewdly. With your confirmation he started to thrust into you at a decent pace. “More! please sir more!”, you cried. He grabbed hold of your shoulders as he went harder and faster. The sound of flesh hitting flesh, moans, groans and begging filled the room along with the scent of sex. He was built for superior strength, swiftness and stamina and it was showing.

You came with another cry, but he didn’t stop. “Did I tell you you could cum?”, he hissed. You couldn’t answer because of the aftershocks of your orgasm, and it earned you a swat to your ass. The overstimulation of him pounding into you after you had just orgasmed, and the sting of the swat you let out a moan that would put a holoporn star to shame. “Answer me (Y/N). Did I tell you that you could cum. You said you could handle anything I gave you”, he growled out. “No”, you screamed out still overly sensitive. “No what?”, he barked and swatted you again. “NO! No sir”, you blurted out. “Good girl. You’re so good taking all of my cock like this”, he told you his breath fanning over your back. He was starting to lose rhythm, but that was fine because you were about to orgasm again. 

“I’m getting close cyare are you?”, he grunted. “Yes sir”, you responded. “Where cyare? Where do you want it?”, he asked panting as his thrusts were turning sloppy. “Inside! Cum inside! I wanna feel you fill me with your cum”, you replied. “Ohhh Force (Y/N)”, he moaned. “Cum (Y/N) cum now”, he told you as he reached down to flick your clit. You came again with a silent scream as Wolffe pulled you up by your chest and buried himself into you and came. He bit down on your neck to the point of bruising as he let out little moans every time a spurt of cum filled you. When you both came back to your senses Wolffe unlocked his jaw, and turned your face to him. “(Y/N) cyare are you ok?”, he questioned. It took you a moment to process, but you nodded. 

He pulled out of you and helped you to lay down, you being too spent to really move at the moment. Wolffe walked to the refresher to get wet cloth to clean you both. He slowly cleaned you, and himself then shed his armor and blacks. “That was really hot taking me in your armor like that”, you told him. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, but I was just so caught up in the moment I didn’t think I had the patience to remove it all”, he chuckled. “Ummm another question are you on anything you know for….I mean I assumed that you were since you asked me to fill you, but…”, Wolffe rambled. “Yes I’m on something to prevent pregnancy”, she giggled. He pushed her back into the mattress and kissed her then pulled back to look into her eyes. She smirked as she felt something twitch against her thigh. “Are you hard again?” she asked with a laugh. “Yes well I do have a beautiful woman beneath me who gave me the best sex I will have ever had”, he told her kissing her again. 

The rest of that night was spent in your room, and lasted until four or five in the morning after Wolffe had filled you three more times. Commander Wolffe urged that you both should get ‘some’ sleep before you both had to get up. When morning came both of you snuck out of your room. General Plo Koon had witnessed you both exiting, and the quick kiss you had shared. He smiled and continued on proud and happy for his son. The whole day you walked with a slight limp and had several teasing comments about your “bites” from the wolfpack, until Commander Wolffe found out about it. Later you found the wolfpack waxing droids and star fighters as punishment for the teasing. The Commander stood by overseeing the work. “I still owe you a proper date so how about a nice dinner when we get back to Coruscant?” you inquired. “That sounds nice, and then we could go back to your place for desert”, he responded. “Awwwwwww how cute the Commander’s goin’ on a date”, Boost sang. “Boost shut it and get back to waxing!”, Wolffe swore. “Oh I love when you give orders”, you whispered to him. His only response was his wolfish smirk, and a wink.

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 The end! Oh Force guys I am a thirsty gal, and thanks again to @gabrielewolffe for the imagine!

[drchiakinanami]

Your Favorite Song (Kamijirou)

KaminarixJirou college AU, background Todomomo

Rating: Mature/Explicit

summary: Kyoka Jirou moves in across the hall from a boy who might actually be less ‘annoying boy next door’ and more ‘someone worth watching’

At first, she thought he was annoying.

Move-in day was already stressful enough, and Jirou was moving in a week early to prepare since she was living off campus with her best friend.  That meant that her junior year was already off to a better start then the last two.  The dorms had been hell.

The problem had arisen with her neighbor.

“Hey, you moving in?” A cheerful voice called from the door right across from hers. Jirou turned, holding a box in her hands.  She looked to the box and then back to the boy who had addressed her.  

He had long,  blonde hair, pulled up into a loose bun, pieces hanging out in the front.  He wore and old band t-shirt and acid wash jeans, and he was leaning against his doorframe, grinning at her.  

“Obviously,” She said by way of reply.

He blinked, obviously not expecting that sort of answer.  “Um.  Did you need any help?”

“Nah, I’ve got it,” she said, “I’m almost done.”

“I’m Kaminari Denki, by the way,” he said, following her into the apartment.  She set her box down on the dining room table and turned around, running her hand through her sweaty bangs.  “Jirou Kyoka.”

He reached out his hand, grinning at her.  She sighed and shook his hand, pulling it back as quickly as she could without being rude.  

“Nice to meet you.”  He shoved his hands in his pockets.  “I guess I’ll be seeing you around, since we’re neighbors and all.”

She crossed her arms.  “Yeah.  I guess.”

A knock at the open door alerted Jirou to her saviors.  “Momo!  Todoroki!” 

“We saw the door was open, everything okay?”  Her best friend and now roommate, Momo, said worriedly.  

“Yeah, I just have a couple more boxes left.”  Jirou gestured to Kaminari.  “This guy’s our neighbor.”

“Oh, nice to meet you,” Momo said cheerfully.  “I’m Yaoyorozu.”  

Kaminari kept grinning.  “Yeah, nice to meet you too.”

Todoroki picked up the box Jirou had left on the table and carried it further into the apartment without saying anything to anyone else. 

“That’s my boyfriend, Todoroki.  He’s like that.  Shy.”  Momo smiled apologetically and disappeared further into the apartment.  

Jirou turned back to Kaminari.  “So, um… You should probably get the fuck out.” 

He blinked. “Oh, yeah.  My bad.”

“It’s fine, just… We have a lot to do.  You get it.”

“Yeah!  Yeah, of course!”  He looked around awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.  “I’ll see you around?”

“Probably.”

Kaminari hustled back to his own apartment, shutting the door quietly.  Jirou felt bad for just a moment, but she wasn’t lying.  She had a lot to do to unpack, and get ready for the start of classes… She didn’t have time for new friends, or anything else. 

Kaminari showed up in two of her classes, which surprised her quite a bit because up until this year she’d literally never seen him before.  He sat next to her in Biology, grinning at her.

“Hey, neighbor.”

She smirked a little.  “Get up late?”

“Huh?  What do you mean?”

“You hair.  It’s everywhere.”  She gestured to her own head.  “You look like Pikachu.”

He wrinkled his nose at her.  “There are worse Pokemon to be compared to.”

“You think?”

“Oh, for sure.”  The grin stayed plastered on his face.  “Did you move in okay?”

She tucked her hair behind her ear, looking at her notebook.  “Yeah.  We’re pretty settled.”

“Cool, I’m glad to hear it.”

The professor came in then, and the conversation stopped there, but Jirou was surprised that this guy was trying to talk to her at all.  Guys weren’t usually scrambling to hang out with her, and she wasn’t sure why Kaminari was hanging around her at all.  After class, she got up and left before he could even open his mouth to say something else to her.

As time passed, she reluctantly let Kaminari get a little closer to her.  He poked and prodded at her, asking questions about herself until she’d say something like “Damn, Kaminari, what kind of interrogation is this?” And he’d laugh, but he’d stop.

He found out she played guitar and begged her to teach him, which was where the trouble started.  Being in his apartment was surprisingly intimate, but having him in hers was way worse.  It all depended on who’s roommates were home, and if Momo wasn’t out with Todoroki or one of their other friends, Kaminari’s roommate, Sero, was.  And Jirou found herself liking Kaminari’s company. 

After lessons, they would still hang out, and he’d play her a new song he’d heard or she’d recommend something from her huge mental library.  She laid back on the couch, in her apartment this time, him sitting at the far end by her feet, as she showed him a personal favorite.  

“It’s good,” Kaminari said, bobbing his head.  She laughed, closing her eyes.  “I thought you’d like it.”

“So I take it you don’t hate me as much as you did when you moved in?” “Huh? I never hated you!” “You told me to get the fuck out!”

“No, Pikachu, I didn’t hate you.  You’re annoying, though.”

“Don’t you mean I was annoying?”

She sat up, looking at him carefully.  “No.  You’re annoying.  Currently.”

He pouted at her a little.  “Come on.  You like me a little bit.”

She shrugged. “Just because I hang out with you doesn’t mean I don’t think you’re annoying.”  Getting to her feet, she ruffled his hair. “Do you want a beer?”

Kaminari huffed, and she got the feeling she missed something monumental, said the wrong thing.

“Sure.”

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At Momo’s insistence that she didn’t go out enough, Jirou started to attend more social events and gatherings.  Their friends were fun, but Momo and Todoroki were absolutely no fun at these events, usually drinking wine and sitting at the dining room table of whatever frat house they’d managed to end up in.  Jirou had to smile a little bit when she saw them together, though.  They really were like two puzzle pieces.  

Kaminari came to a lot of the same parties too, but he had a habit of being a ‘life of the party’ drunk and an even worse flirt.  

But he didn’t flirt with her.  

And it bothered her.

And she wasn’t sure why.

“He likes you, I think,” her friend, Mina, told her one night, when they were both several shots deep.

“Who?” Jirou asked, squinting.

“Kaminari.  Won’t shut up about you when I go over to visit Sero.”

“You and Sero have a thing?”

“No!  Oh my God, what?! Even if I did, I don’t wanna talk about me!”  Mina poked her shoulder.  “He thinks you’re too good for him, though.  Kaminari… Not Sero.  I’m not sure Sero thinks.  Thinks you want someone smarter, is what he said… Kaminari.”  Mina was slurring a little, but 

Jirou frowned.  She wasn’t sure she believed any of that.  She looked up to see the object of their conversation.  He looked nice.  Black button down shirt rolled up to his sleeves paired with jeans and his hair swept back off his face.  He was good looking, she had to admit it, and she knew that their time hanging out and playing guitar together sucked up most of his free time.  And there he was, striking out with another girl.  Jirou sighed and looked back to Mina.  

“If he liked me, he wouldn’t pull that shit.”  She pointed at him for emphasis.  “...Besides, I don’t even think I like him that way.”

“Ohhhh my God, but you totally do!  You look at him the same way he looks at you, but only when he’s not looking.” Mina giggled, then hiccuped.  “I should sober up.”

Jirou stood and noticed that the world tilted a little.  “Yeah, me too.”  She glanced over to Kaminari again, who seemed to be laying on the charm thick with another girl, one she didn’t recognize from their school, and his hand was on her waist.  Jirou felt bile roll up into her throat and closed her eyes against it.  It would be safe to throw up, she thought, since she was drunk, but she would know that wasn’t the reason.  

Mina wobbled to her feet next to her and Jirou glanced over.

“I’m going home,” She announced, stumbling a little.  “All the way the fuck home.”

“Are you mad?  You look mad.” “Tell Yaomomo I’m fine if she asks,” Jirou tossed over her shoulder, leaving the party before anyone could say anything else to her.  She couldn’t quite remember where she was, though.  She’d never been to this house before tonight.  She swallowed hard and tried to concentrate, pulling out her phone.  If she could just get her address typed in-

“Hey! Jirou!”  A definitely-more-sober-than-her Kaminari bounded down the stairs.  “You shouldn’t walk alone when you’re like this.”

She blinked. “I’m okay.  I’m not really that drunk.”

He furrowed his brows as she turned away from him.  “Hey, look, I mean it.  You’re drunk, let me walk you home.” She winced.  “I saw you were busy, though.  You don’t have to come with me.”  She wrenched her arm out of his grasp.  “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She started walking, but he kept pace with her as she tried and failed to plug her address into her phone.  She bit back tears of frustration, anger at the boy next to her, all of it.  Why couldn’t she just be a girl that guys liked?  She wasn’t Momo or Mina, she’d never had that kind of confidence.  

“Whoa!”  

Her thoughts were cut off as she tripped over the uneven concrete of the sidewalk and Kaminari caught her, arms wrapped firmly around her waist.  

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked softly.

He was way too close.  And she was way too drunk to trust herself.  She pushed at his chest.  “Let me go, you idiot, I’m fine.”

“You almost wiped out on the sidewalk.  I think a thank you is in order.”  He stepped back from her, though, and took her phone from her, slipping it into his own pocket.  “You can have it back when I get you home.”

She could’ve punched him.  Really wanted to, actually.  “Fine,” she spit out.  “But you’re not allowed to hold this above my head.”

His eyes softened a little.  “You think I would use helping you as a form of blackmail?”

“I don’t know what the fuck you do.”

“Whoa.  What’s that supposed to mean?”

She shot him a dirty look and just started walking.  It must have been the right direction, because Kaminari sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets, and fell into step beside her.  She glanced over at him, watching him walk.  He was pretty, dammit.  The roots of his hair were dark from sweat, and a drop travelled down his neck and headed towards his collarbones. Jirou’s brain almost shorted out at the sight.  

“Has anyone ever told you you’re really confusing?” He asked, breaking into her increasingly dirty thoughts.  

“No.”

“Yeah.  Probably not.  You’re scary.”  He smiled at her, though.  

“I’m not scary,” she shot back, rolling her eyes.

“Yes you are.  I’m surprised I worked up the courage to talk to you at all when I first saw you.”

“Courage?”

“Yeah.  You looked so cool.  You are cool. And you’re teaching my useless ass guitar.”

“You’re not useless.”

“Whoa, I thought for sure you’d have a joke for that.”

“I’m drunk.”

“Point taken.”

He walked her all the way to her apartment, and when she opened the door, she found herself wanting to invite him in.  She kind of wanted to kiss him, too.  Maybe kiss him in the apartment.  

“I ruined your night,” she said softly.  

“Nah.  I wasn’t having that much fun anyway.” “That girl-”

“I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if I let you walk home alone.”  He pulled her phone out of his pocket and presented it to her grandly.  “As promised.”

She laughed, and glanced up at him.  “Thanks.”

Against her will, and maybe it was just because she was drunk and emotional, she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck.  It was embarrassing, how quickly he hugged her back, nose pressed to her neck.  

“Are you drunk?” She whispered.

“No,” he whispered back. “I was a couple hours ago, but not now.”

“I’m really drunk.”

He chuckled.  “I know, Jirou.”

“I should go to bed.” 

“Mm.”

Come with me.  I want to breathe you in.  I want to follow you into Hell.  I want your body to show me Heaven.  Kiss me, just once.  I have to get you out of my system.

“Goodnight, Kaminari.”

“Goodnight, Jirou.

She went into her apartment.  Alone.  Even drunk, she wasn’t brave enough to tell him she wanted him.  

But now, for the first time, she was forced to admit it to herself.  

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Nothing changed for a while. Momo’s eyebrows had shot up when Jirou told her that Kaminari walked her home, and even Todoroki had muttered an “Is that so?”.  Mina had been the most excited, but Jirou was still convinced it didn’t mean anything.  They weren’t like that.  

It was their first lesson after Christmas break that everything was different.  Jirou was wearing a sweater that Kaminari had loaned her when she didn’t have anything heavy to wear to the airport, and she was embarrassed to admit she’d worn it several times over the break, tucking her nose into it to catch his cologne.  

They’d set their guitars aside and Jirou lay on the couch in his apartment, shuffling the music to play on the speaker that sat on the coffee table.  Kaminari was sitting next to her, but his fingers were drumming a beat on the top of her foot.  

“Thanks for teaching me.”

“You don’t have to keep thanking me, dumbass.”

“I want to, though.  It’s a lot to ask, I know.”

“Mm.”  

“How… How was your break?”

She looked over her knees at him.  “It was fine.  Not too eventful.  How was yours?”

They didn’t do small talk.  It was weird.  But he’d started it, and she had a feeling it was for a reason.

“It… It was good.  I missed you.”

She smirked a little.  “Did you?  Hang on, are you blushing?”

“No!” he turned away from her, and she tossed her phone down on the table, sitting up on her knees to look at him closer.  Without thinking, she grabbed his face and made him look at her.  

“You are!”

“Hey, don’t tease me.” 

“Too late!  Oh my God, look how pink you are, what?  What are you blushing for?”

“Shut up,” he laughed, jamming his fingers into her sides.  She squeaked and fell back, laughing and fighting back against him. 

They’d never wrestled before, but she ended up on her back again on the couch, Kaminari hovering over her, one hand on the armrest by her head, the other on her waist over her borrowed sweater.   The air turned hot as the smile slipped from Kaminari’s face as he looked down at her. 

“I mean it,” he choked out, “I really missed you.”

“We text like, everyday.”

“Not the same as seeing you, hanging out with you.  I-” his breath hitched, “I think that I-”

She watched him struggle for several moments before taking pity on him.  She cupped his cheeks again, softer this time, palms covered by her sleeves, and leaned up to kiss him.

She’d always imagined a first kiss with someone would be explosive, but no one she’d kissed had ever made her feel that way until now. She felt electricity course through her body when their lips touched and she swallowed his gasp of surprise.  

She was so afraid for a moment that she got it wrong, but then Kaminari moved his hand from her waist to fist into her hair and all of a sudden she wasn’t in charge anymore.  His kisses were desperate, as if he’d been waiting a thousand years to kiss her.  She felt her brows furrow as she poured everything she could into him, shifting her knees to clench against his hips.  He let out a groan and broke away from her. 

“Jirou.”

“Yeah, Pikachu?”

“I really fucking missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

“Are you just saying that?” “No,” she shook her head. “I missed you.  I did.” He descended upon her again, having gotten the answer he wanted.  His hand went to the back of one of her knees, pulling her leg up over his hip and grinding down against her.  She gasped, wrenching her mouth from his. He wasted no time in pressing urgent kisses to her neck, down to her collarbones, pulling the collar of the sweatshirt down to mark her skin with his teeth.  

One of her hands threaded in his hair, and she curled her fingers in at the root, pushing him closer to her.  

“This is my sweatshirt,” he said, “I didn’t expect you to actually wear it.” “It’s warm,” She admitted breathlessly, staring down at him, his head so near her breast making heat flood her whole body and her thighs clench.  “It smells like you.”

“Yeah, does it?”

“Oh shut up, smug doesn't suit you.”

“I think I have a right to be smug,” he said, sliding his hand up under the shirt and palming her over her bra.  “The hottest girl I’ve ever met is saying she wore my sweatshirt cause it smells like me.”

“Don’t repeat it, that makes me sound gross.”

“I like it.”

“Yeah?  You would.”

“Mm.”

He shut up then, kissing her once more, and Jirou found herself growing bolder, running her hands through his hair and down his back.  He kissed her deeply, as though he couldn’t get close enough to her, even though his hands were against her bare skin and his tongue was in her mouth.  

Feeling bold, and for the first time, finally confident that he felt something for her, she reached down to the front of his jeans, cupping him firmly.

“This for me?”

“Yeah.  Always is, these days.”

“These days?”

“Yeah, since, like, I met you- fuck, Kyoka, chill out, do you want this to go anywhere?”

“When is Sero coming home?” 

“I don’t know.  C’mon.”  He wrapped his arms under her waist and tugged her up, standing with her legs wrapped around her waist.  She did her best to distract him, teeth at his neck and hands running under his clothes.  Kaminari carried her to his bedroom and tossed her onto the middle of his bed before slamming and locking the door.  She hurriedly stripped herself of the sweater and watched him unbutton his shirt with shaky hands and toss it aside before crawling over her, a gleam in his eyes she’d never seen before. 

“Are you okay?” He asked once he was face to face with her again.  

“Yeah, perfect.”

“...Yeah, you sure are.”  He kissed her again and suddenly Jirou was tired of waiting.  She reached down and unbuckled his jeans, relishing in the hiss he let out against her lips, and he pulled down her bottoms in retaliation, until finally they were both naked, eyes blown wide as they stared at each other.  There was no going back now.  This was it.  He kissed down her chest to envelope a nipple in his mouth, lavishing his full attention on one breast and then the other, making every thought in her head turn to dust. 

He reached down, pressing against where she needed him most and watching in almost awe as her head tipped back and her mouth fell open.  Her hands gripped his upper arms and she drew her knees up, on either side of his hips again.  

He watched her for reactions, avoiding the one spot that would send her into orbit.  She pulled a hand off of his arm and smacked his chest. 

“Denki, can you quit fucking with me?”

“I thought that was the whole point.  Say my name again.”

“Ah, ah, you’re gonna get a complex now.��

He kissed her again, deep and long, and gave her what she wanted, fingers deep.  He pulled back, whispering against her lips, “Say it again.”

“Denki.”  It came out as a whine, but she was too turned on to even attempt to be embarrassed that the class idiot with a million watt smile had reduced her to whining.

“Are you ready?”

“Yeah.  Yes.  Yes.”  

He pulled off and out of her to hurriedly grab a condom before he situated himself over her.  That was when Jirou decided that wasn’t how she wanted it.  Hooking her leg around his, she bit his pulse point, and while he was weak and moaning in her ear, flipped them over so she was on top. 

“I’m impressed,” He said breathlessly, eyes glazed over. 

“Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah.”

She kissed him again and slid over him, rocking back until they were fully pressed against each other. 

And suddenly she felt whole.  

He sat up, now completely inside her, and scooted them back so his back was against the headboard, but the friction that move alone caused made Jirou groan and lean into his neck.  

Kaminari chuckled, running a hand through her hair. “My bad.  Sorry.”

“No, it was good.”  She started moving her hips, realizing that he was waiting on her.  He gasped, grabbing at her waist and letting her dictate the movements. She rested her forehead against his, arms draped around his neck. 

“Fuck.  You’re so hot. You’re so beautiful like this, you’re so beautiful, you have no idea-” Kaminari’s ramblings were cut off as she grinded down onto him.  He really was letting her take full control, and she wasn’t sure why.  She kind of wanted to compete with him, tease him, even now.  

“Hey, after that party last semester, when you walked me home-” Jirou gasped, grasping his shoulders in a bruising grip.  “Did you- what would you have done if I’d invited you in?”

“I wouldn’t have- you were so drunk,” he kissed her jaw, pulling her close and sucking on the skin of her neck.  “But to know you wanted me… I probably would’ve manned up and said something the next day. “

“Really?  You wouldn’t have taken me then?  Fucked me on the couch before Momo got back?”

Seemingly tired of being submissive, and spurred on by her words, Kaminari flipped her over and snapped his hips, driving into her harder and at a new angle, making her cry out and grip at his hair.  “I sure would’ve thought about it.  That night.”

“Yeah.”

“Mmhm.”

His voice was completely strained and she realized they couldn’t talk anymore.  He buried his face in her neck, panting, breath moistening her skin.  Her eyes fell closed and she dug her fingers into his back, chanting his name as she reached the peak.  

Falling over the edge with him was something she never would’ve expected to be so wonderful.  They cried out at the same time, hands clutching, mouths seeking, until they were both completely spent, Kaminari laying on top of her, gasping for air.  

She ran her hands through his sweaty hair and closed her eyes, feeling peace wash over her. “I know I tease you a lot,” she said softly, pressing her lips to his ear. “But I really like you.” He huffed out a laugh and squeezed her tight around the middle. “I sure hope so, after that.”

The two of them cleaned up almost wordlessly, and without discussing it, they climbed back into his bed together, facing each other.  

“What does this mean, for us?” Kaminari asked, staring down at her hand, which he held in both of his. “I can’t… Go back to sitting next to you in Bio and pretend this didn’t happen.”

“Um.  We could go out. Be a thing.  You wouldn’t… Flirt with other girls at parties.”

His eyes snapped up to hers.  “Is that why you were mad at me, that night?”

In for a penny.  “Yeah.”

“I wasn’t… Oh, God, Kyoka, no, I was just… So nervous, every time we’d be at one of those things tomorrow, and I knew I didn’t deserve you, I still know that I don’t deserve you, but… The reason I never flirted with you like I flirted with them was because I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you or hurting you.”

“So you’re okay with being… Stuck with me, now?”

“I’ve been praying to be stuck with you.”

“Denki?”

“Yeah?” “Thanks for not… Fucking off.”

He laughed, but knew what she meant.  Gathering her into his arms, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.  “Anytime.”

[lasttimeonthenegaverse]

The Life and Times of the Negaverse- part one

Back to Bright

Negaduck screamed as he was pulled down the universal drain. His hands gripped tightly the sloping sides of eternity and he struggled to escape the cake before it collapsed in on itself. He’d dealt with the multiverse collapsing in on itself before. Not a pretty picture. There was no way to note how much time was passing in non-existence before everything fixed itself and you woke up in your propper reality. ….. Yeah. He’d lied to Darkwing Dunce. Shocker. But the fact of the matter still remained that his beautiful Saint Canard was ruined . And now he had to deal with an actually competent team of super zeros. He managed to scramble out of the cake and jumped off. He hadn’t been launched out, which was a testament to how far gone it was. Pity. The slight concussion was always a nice warm welcome that said ‘hey honey, you’re home’. But for now….. Negaduck growled under his breath, standing back and watching as the cake twisted, turned, and finally folded into crimson light. Shit. He’d need to make another one of those soon. He left the back room to see. …. His beak curled back in disgust. Those preppy do gooders had cleaned the BAKERY! The absolute NERVE of some jokers. And there was no sign of LaunchPad or the Muddlefoots…...more importantly, Gos. When he found her he was gonna make her…..He blinked, trying to figure out what was wrong with his eyes as he left the building. But….the sun. How had they gotten rid of his precious smog clouds so quickly? He frowned, sensing the hand of someone much smarter than the ‘Featherbrained Four’ at work. Ugh. Grounded . That brat was GROUNDED the second he got his hands on her! Granted, Gos wasn’t the main problem here, but the main problem was a literal world away and right now he was tired and sore and didn’t feel like dealing with clawing his way back across interdimensional lines. They’d all show back up sooner or later. The heroes were too moronic to keep them for long. Instead of worrying he plotted as he stalked through the city.  The plants were flourishing thanks to that Buffon BushRoot. Liquidator the Lousy had made all the nice black water clean again. And worst of all MeekVolt had started the power everywhere. That’s probably what made the smog go. Uggghhhh, and the power being up meant that the disgusting dog was clearing all of the slime via the water filtration plant he’d never gotten around to blowing up. Time got a little weird with traveling through the fourth, fith, and sixth plane of existence. Let alone at the same time. It was kept stabilized by the cake, however that worked. It had been a ‘I’m too good for this world so notice me’ gift from Morgana. And it was probably the only spell she’d ever done right. But he was sure he could replicate it with science….and the right greased palm. Since the cake had gone funky near the end he could have been gone an hour, or a year.  He shouldn’t have been gone a year, but this looked like more damage than an hour. Then again, what had they called themselves ‘Darkwings Ducks’. Urgh. One was bad enough….and crepilly efficient. Four was going to be the ‘Pests of the night’. Joy. Just what he always wanted, bedbugs. The trip back home was mostly uneventful, and that was the most irritating thing he had to deal with. Rather than cower and hide, people looked at him on the street. Like they had any right to. Like they had any rights at all. He’d have to stop by the mayor’s office and put some good old fashioned fear back into the city. Annoying. All thanks to the four flies that had ripped apart his magnificent chaos. Luckily the people weren’t too far gone. He must not have been missing too long. No nimrods tried to stand up to him or evil forbid follow him. But they watched him, only scattering away when he sneered. He didn’t want them to scatter with a sneer. He WANTED the streets clear in terror of him ever WALKING them.  Fucking annoying . The door had been kicked open some time ago, and he’d know that bootprint anywhere. A wilted Rosebush was in pieces on the ground, along with a bag of toys. Hmmmm…..it had gotten ripped up and slashed so it hadn’t had water, but the flowers weren't so withered that he couldn’t tell what they’d been. He was gonna eyeball and say he’d been gone a week or two. Maybe a month. Not a year by the trepidation he was still treated to. No one had settled into foolish hope to snuff out. He checked the toybag for the amount of dust on it. Yeah, two weeks, at most a month. But hey, the kitchen was nice and filthy. She’d done a good job on that at least. He looked at the fridge but decided against it. Anything in there after this long wouldn’t be edible. He’d order something later. Not for the first time was he glad to have abandoned The lair on top of the bridge. It was nice and intimidating, but it didn’t have the space for a battered and overstuffed couch, which was where he flung himself. He didn’t have to worry. No one he trusted was stupid enough to end up seriously hurt by the idiots known as the Feable Four. But he on the other hand, was bruised. And not in the good way. Venomous green eyes slipped shut as he slipped into rest.

DD~ND~DD~ND~DD~ND~DD

Negaduck wasn’t sure how much time had passed between when his eyes had closed and when he woke up. He didn’t know how much time he’d had an atual restful sleep, but he had gotten some actual rest. He registered the sounds of screams before his eyes slid open. With a deep breath he took a moment just to relish in them. Ohhhh, that was nice. A particularly pitchy scream of agony still had the sound of a cracking bone to accompany it.

“That eyebrow wiggle thing means you’re awake boss” Nega scowled slightly at his husband’s tone. Playful, but not ‘lets go cause some chaos’ playful, more ‘affectionate but still going to lecture you’. Hmmmm, maybe if he curled up further into the bed he found himself occupying? A heavy weight settled on the mattress. “You know the longer ya take before making me happy, the worse I’ll complain about it later.” Negaduck scowled and threw off the covers, sitting up abruptly to glare right into the amused smirk of one LaunchPad.

“How long?” The question had to fight through grit teeth.

“Did ya sleep? I got home about two hours ago so...longer than that. Were ya missing? A little over three weeks.” the larger duck let his hands tap absentmindedly on his own knees. “I held down tha fort fer ya, no worry on that ND, but….” And he made a sound. A sharp, short laugh forced through teeth grit with bitterness. “Little over three weeks.” Shit. Negaduck groaned.

“Ya know. If I’d known ya’d fuckin NAG me about her, I’da never picked up the fuckin brat.” That was a lie and both men knew it. The simple fact of the matter was that LaunchPad had been vocally against the twerp at first, but she’d been captured for almost a month of a far too quiet house and he was horribly worried, whereas NegaDuck had seen her less than an hour ago and so was significantly less worried. The stupid city was still standing….for now . Better calm down his husband. “Ya tracked her or do I have to do everything around here?” He snarled.  “Didn’t need to. They’re holded up in the Mayor’s office giving hopeful speeches near round the clock.” And to prove it, the Television was turned on. The Liquid Lunatic was warbling his way through a speech about the importance of clean water and how he was working together with BushRoot to make the air clearer. The redheaded ten year old sat just in view of the camera, kicking her legs slightly and smiling at everything. “Wonder how any of em have time to do anything.” Nega nodded with the information, absentmindedly thinking. Hmmm, she was kept on camera, which made things a bit more difficult. But those goody goodies probably had her on a bedtime. Night break in then. Or…..well, depending on what she was thinking they may be able to get a mole in. LaunchPad knew better than to storm their hideout without his husband, even for their daughter, but the big softy was anxious without her. Probably watched the news like crazy to make sure she was alright. “Alright. I’m gonna go grab that lil bitch and see if I’m better off letting her rot with hero scum, you get her room set up for if I let the little turncoat’s sorry ass back in here. LaunchPad rose, grateful for the order. By the set in his jaw that poor girl’s room had been cleaned and rearranged at least fifty times. He always got like this when she went missing. After a while, Nega just stopped letting her out of the house. This was the ‘nightmare scenario’. One of many. The longest she’d been missing before was two weeks. He grabbed LaunchPad by the wrist before he could leave the room, and pulled him backwards. The taller man understood and lowered his head so that Nega could grant one of his rare kisses to his temple. “Relax. You’re going to stress yourself out and die. Then I’ll have to marry Herb and neither of us wants that.” It works and the old and odd joke causes LaunchPad’s eyes to soften as a grin slits across his beak. Then he’s gone. Into Gosolyn’s room to arrange everything just so for her return. Negaduck pays full attention to the T.V. watching to see when they switch off or put her to bed. He can’t run in blind, not with them being smarter this time around.  He couldn’t let the Dimwit’s ducks know he was back yet, not till he had her back. Hopefully he’d been vicious enough to the idiots that had seen him on the way home that they didn’t go BLABBING.

See, Unlike the Morons. he could count . He had more people to work with, and he alone was smarter than them putting their heads together. They lose automatically. It was stupid of them to try, but even this single lucky victory grated on his NERVES.

Watching the news he’d noticed that only one of them was ever on at a time. And that they responded to disasters based on who specifically was best to solve them if the way Liquidator had runoff like a swimmer upon hearing about a fire. Gos was alone for almost a minute before QuackerJack had raced onto the scene. Some dead air time where she’d just read a book with a soft smile. Idiots the lot of them. Who freaked out if a ten year old was left alone for two minutes? While the WHOLE CITY was watching her? It was ridiculous and stupid, but it did give him a plan by the creeping light of dawn. Said plan was recorded in a notebook once LP came back in the room to settle into a restless sleep beside him. It was frustrating. Nega was tired. He had his favorite sound playlist of breaking bones and anguished screams, LaunchPad’s arm was heavy on his chest, almost crushing him. He had a great plan that only required the bareest amount of intelligence from his next door neighbours. AND he didn't have to deal with his BRAINLESS allies anymore. That being said, he felt the missing warmth from the spot where Gos usually would have fluttered her eyelashes to squirm into. He could feel LaunchPad’s erratic pulse every time the other man had a night terror about her. At the end of the day, his family was broken . This couldn’t happen again. He needed a way for LaunchPad to live AND for him to have fun while not letting her get taken. What kind of ‘princess of malice’ got STOLEN once a week!? The hints of a plan nudged at his brain, but he was too tired to fully acknowledge them.

ND~DD~ND~DD~ND~DD~ND

“Excuse me?” BushRoot looked up at the studious looking boy at the gates. “Hello. I don’t know if you recognize or remember me.” “Of course I do!” BushRoot smiled brightly and the boy took a step backwards. “You’re Gos’ little friend . Oh I’d know you anywhere. You know come to think of it, we should’ve taken you too! Your family was awful. Are you here to see her?” Tank nodded with a slight smile.

“Yes actually. If that wouldn’t be too terribly horrid a thing to request?” He asked. BushRoot smiled down at the boy and ruffled his hair.

“Oh no it’s absolutely fine! We were just about to switch out her guard in fact. Megavolt was just going to run to do patrols.” Tank smiled happily as he was led through the hallways and to the center office, where the mayor had been before they vacated and left the city in the less than capable hands of NegaDuck. “That’s my report Dear Lovely Citizens” Megavolt smiled happily. “Please enjoy your new freedom as we continue to fix this town from the misery and suffering perpetrated by the evil known as NegaDuck.” He turned as the two came in, Bushroot waving at him. “TANK!!!!” Gosalyn jumped out of her chair and ran to her best friend as Quacker Jack took over the programming. The boy hugged her tightly for a moment before they both turned to BushRoot. 

“Um….Mister BushRoot sir. Would it be possible to get a different room? I mean. I haven’t spoken to Tank in sooooo long and we really shouldn’t do anything that interferes with the oh so necessary hope building Programs.” BushRoot smiled at her and thought about it. “Well….we didn’t want to leave you alone in case the awful LaunchPad came to try and capture you. But you’re absolutely right sweetheart! You and your friend should have some time time to talk to each other alone.” He paused to think again, before snapping his leaves. “we’ll just hide you someplace you won’t be found. And I know just the spot . Common kids.” Tank and Gosalyn followed as Tank checked the time. 3:50. Away from the cameras BushRoot spoke a bit more freely. “I’m going to put you in QuackerJack’s lab. He’s our leader! And his lab needs a secret code to get in so you’ll be extra safe there. Tank’s eyes sparkled. “A Whole Lab? Boy oh Boy, does Tank like those” Gosalyn volunteered. “He just loves science.” Tank blushed, but nodded as they were led down to a bunker. BushRoot typed in a code, uncaring if the two little sweethearts saw. After all, they were good kids. “Thanks So MUCH Mr. BushRoot” The Redhead smiled brightly as she and her best friend went to examine the lab, heavy steel door closing behind them. The kids looked at the playground or mechanical wonder before looking at each other and grinning. “Cool Beans. This place is perfect ”

DD~ND~DD~ND~DD~ND~DD

At exactly 4:02 pm Honker and Binkie stood underneath the powerlines that connected the main grid to the city proper. At 4:00 every day-both morning and night, Megavolt had to recharge his batteries. Information gotten not from the few hours of programing, but from the alternate dimension. NegaDuck had only checked to make sure that the mouse was still as annoyingly predictable as he ever was. And Honker in particular had a bone to pick, having gotten shocked into oblivion on his birthday.  Mother and Son looked at each other to smile. Then the handy dandy bazukas they had were put to good use, blowing up the poles, and their attached wires. See, had Megavolt been inside the main grid. He wouldn’t have noticed the shut down. And if he was outside of the building, wherever he’d been sucking power from was now gone. The two stood side by side waiting to see if he’d come either from being called or to get juice. If he was already in. Well, normally they wore leather jackets and leather pants. Said articles of clothing had been replaced with rubber, so he wasn’t going to cause too many issues .

Outside as it turned out. Great guess on Lord Negaduck’s part, that as a ‘hero’ he would be too moral to use public property for private use or something like that. After ten minutes he arrived, stepping out of his car. He glared at Binkie, whom was waving her gun around and shooting in the air while laughing maniacally. “Stop right there vile Villain!” Surprisingly, she stopped and waved at the hero.  “Oh hello there!” She smiled. Megavolt, though confused, was polite. He waved back and nodded to her in greeting. “Do you remember me?” Binkie asked brightly. It caused the mouse to think for a bit before. “Um….no…..sorry. When did we meet?” She giggled. “Oh. I’m Binkie. We met at the bakery. It was my Baby Boy’s birthday! Remember! That whole thing with Darkwing? You shocked him so bad you sent him flying!” She giggled again. “He just wanted to say hi, same as me. Say ‘Hi’ Honker!” Well, evil had to have a few screws loose, but other than that she seemed fine. He turned with a smile to greet the villain he’d thwarted.

“Hi Hon-” That was as far as he got before a baseball bat of weighted glass was very violently introduced to his skull. He flailed and fell and that was all she wrote because Honker jumped off the car to follow him, swings as wild and crazy as his cackling.

ND~DD~ND~DD~ND~DD~ND

QuakerJack looked at the alarm, dragging his eyes away from the camera, where he was giving the kiddos an informative after school message with the help of his trusty clown. Two alerts. One at the Water Processing Plant and another at the Botanical Gardens. It was only 4:30 but the frequency of the alerts was what was getting to him. He shook it off as he pressed the hidden buttons on the back of the clown, smiling brightly to the kids. Bud and Bushie would easily handle their areas and rush back to the other’s side. He didn’t like all of them being gone at once, but Mega had been recharging when the power cut. Luckily, the broadcast was still going on due to a generator, but the second someone else came in, he was going himself to check out what happened and how far the extent of the blackout went. The Liquidator didn’t know what he’d find at the scene of the crime, all he knew was that suddenly the alert had gone off for high amounts of Pollution entering the drinkable water supply. Quacks had sounded the blinking alarm- be careful . Approaching the building, everything seemed normal. No signs of a breakin. He opted for stealth, going back around the building to sink into one of the waterways that was being admitted for cleaning. As he slunk around he definitely sensed….a presence whatever it was, it was big. Liquidator peeked his head up to see……..a man. He blinked twice to see if it was in his internal catalogue of villains that had been showing up to try and take NegaDuck’s place. …..No. Just….a rather large ordinary man. He appeared to be grilling in a Water Filtration plant which was odd enough to ring an alarm bell. …..shame, he just, couldn’t figure it out more than that it was undoubtedly odd . The man opened one of his many coolers and tossed out something slimy and with a sickly greenish yellow color. Just…..just upended the WHOLE COOLER while he hummed lightly. He’d also been at this for a while from both being able to jam the system and the fact that there were only four coolers left.

“EXCUSE ME!” The man started as he turned around and as if the color and smell wern’t indicators of something foul going in, the man himself was wearing rubber gloves.

“Oh Hi there Neghberino!” He waved. “Fine day ta get ridda somma the stuff around da house init it?” A warm smile. Was this man…... evil or just very stupid? “Yeah I’ve had this hangin around since last year. That’s a thing wit rotten fish bait. After a while, ya just don’ know what ta do wit it.” He shook out the cooler, poisoning the water as he placed it back down. “But when da wife says it’s gotta go. Well ol Herb aint stupid now ishe? Nosirie bob. My Binkie says it goes I says, ‘whatever’ll make you happy honey bun’ ‘s how Ah keep a happy marriage ya know?” Stupid he decided. Very VERY stupid. “Sir.” The superhero crossed his arms. “You can’t stay or dump here. This is a water treatment plant. It holds about forty percent of the water for the Reservoir of this fine city!” The man blinked a few times, flabbergasted. “Oh?” He got up and went to his grill “And here I thought the place what was cleaning was da bes fer tossin. After all, Water’s gotta get dirty afore it’s clean don’t ya know. Oh well. I’ll just empty mah coals n leave ya to yer lonesome sir.”

“Absolutely not!” And to save the water, the Luididator left it, going to grab the grill before  ‘Herb’ could empty the coals. Poor Hero. He didn’t stop to wonder why one needed rubber gloves and as he touched the metal of the grill, the electricity surged through him, dissolving his form. Herb grinned as he looked down at the puddle and went for another cooler. Water absorbing powder solution. “Looks like you and me, we’s gonna be real good neighborinos. That is if anything’s lefta yous by tommara” He gave a slightly whistling ‘maniacal laugh’ as he cleaned up the Crimefighter.

DD~ND~DD~ND~DD~ND~DD

BushRoot was aware that there was a problem when he got too close to the Botanical Garden. He could hear his children screaming in agony before their lives were cruelly snuffed out. He just didn’t know what they were screaming about. As he went inside he saw that the door had been kicked off its hinges. There was no sign of any of the scientists that worked there, and what’s more- there was enraged screaming coming from the same direction of the screams of his children. Scariest, it was the Rare plants division.He sniffed at the air. Whatever the odd smell, it was causing them discomfort. He needed to fix that first. He looked carefully at the lab portion of the garden as he raced over. It struck him how odd it was that there were a few open flames, but he dismissed it as the scientist having been scared away before they could extinguish.  He tried to keep to the sidelines so that he could see the problem as he entered where the cries for help were coming from.  He needed to evaluate,  figure out how best to handle the sit-

“YOU!!!!” BushRoot froze, feeling his stems shake. Upon entering the room it was just his luck that the problem was staring him down. And it was none other than a LIVID LaunchPad armed with a flamethrower. He had a weed killer in his hand and a shovel on his belt but the flamethrower was what really got him. All of the precious plants in here could be gone in an instant thanks to that Mad Man. A sinister smile crawled over the beak of the larger man. “You’re gonna tell me where Gos is. Else, all o ya kids….well. Longer I aint got mine. Worse off yours are gonna get. Capisce?”

“You are never going to harm that sweet little angel ever again!” BushRoot raised an arm and a tree near where the man stood swung down a heavy branch to club at him. LaunchPad barrel rolled away from the hit, but the tree picked up it’s roots and followed him. BushRoot got closer to his kids to better hear what they were screaming, but the smell was unbearable. He took a handy dandy water bottle as he let Susan handle the interloper. LaunchPad wasn’t as scary without his fearless leader. A little bit of water should handle the shiny looking nasty chemical on the leaves of his babies. As he gave a spritz he noticed that….it wasn’t coming off, almost arguing with the water. But the chemical was also by their precious roots. “HEY!” BushRoot looked up. He was on the second floor, by the roof. LaunchPad had a slightly manic grin. “Last chance freak. Tell me where Gos is, or alla ya kids are  mulch.”

“As far as I can see, You’re running away. And I’m NEVER letting that poor girl near the likes of your EVIL ever again. She’s MY new Eco warrior of justice!” LaunchPad let out a snort and lit the flamethrower. BushRoot scoffed at seeing the sprinklers activate. “What’d ya THINK that’d do right under the….” His words caught in his throat. While the first few seconds had been water, that nasty smelling chemical had hit the fire and ignited “GAS!!!!!! EVERYONE OUT!!!!!” How had he not recognised the smell . He grabbed the plants he could as he ran for the exit but…..

BushRoot shook as he saw it. It wasn’t just the room he’d been in. All the fire sprinklers had been filled with Gas. All of the plants. All of the research….. He took the few samples he could and sprinted for it, feeling his own legs becoming dried out from the intense and rising heat before he got out. He did manage to make it out...though he didn’t know how. His mind had been filled with fear and adrenaline as he desperately ran for safety. But he crawled away from the inferno. Him and the Children in his hands. Crawling until the point of collapse. And He collapsed right in front of a combat boot. “Did I say Mulch?” LaunchPad started Conversationally. “I meant Firewood. Opps, slip o the tongue. Coulda happened to anyone . Now. I turned the daycare into a crematorium, where’s Gos?” BushRoot shuddered. This wasn’t a man in front of him, smiling brightly and still holding unto the flamethrower.

“She….she’s at the Mayor’s office. C-City Hall” Right now all he wanted to do was cuddle up with Bud. He felt like literal crap turning the girl over to the likes of…. this. But….But he was the weakest link…..yeah…..yeah. The others would forgive him for what he was doing. He was scared. They…..They could get her back. NegaDuck was Gone. Darkwing had seen to that. They couldn’t give up after one little hiccup! “ WHERE ” And that Flamethrower was right in face as he scrambled away from the maniac and towards the conflagration. “ EXACTLY is she” BushRoot trembled. He was kneeling on the ground and begging for his life here. They could get the girl back later.

ND~DD~ND~DD~ND~DD~ND

NegaDuck chanced a look at his cell. LaunchPad, Binkie and Herb had all called that their targets were neutralized. He let out a pleasant sigh. It was so nice dealing with people that were only mostly morons instead of COMPLETE Morons. Why didn’t he spend more time in his St. Canard? He pulled down the brim of his Fedora, closing his trenchcoat more tightly around himself as he walked up the stairs. Of course nothing could go right. At the top of the stairs the doors opened and two figures walked out, causing him to hide before he was spotted. “So He probably got them all already?” He knew that voice. That was her pouting voice. “And he’s just waiting at home. I know he’s grumpy, but that’s oh so very rude . He couldn’t even stage a kidnapping himself after I was gone almost a month!”

“Ah-Hem!” NegaDuck stepped out of the shadows, arms crossed. Gosolyn’s face brightened upon seeing him but he stopped her in his tracks with a single finger. “You are grounded. How grounded you are depends on your reasoning for this” He gestured around the still clean and bright once home. “DISGUSTING Mess.” “First, we haveta get away from City Hall. Too many nosy naughty cameras lurking around to spyie why.” As she spoke she hurried up, Nega falling into step behind her. “COMMEON  HURRY!!!” He groaned, but followed his charge as she raced to his hidden ‘civie’ car. …..WHAT it was fine and good being the Evil Overlord, but it came with Do gooders and sometimes he was just getting groceries! …… or kidnapping people to cook said groceries! Either way. “We gotta get home by five! Tanky, what time is it?” Tank showed her his watch. 4:45 And she gasped. “FUCK! We gotta get everyone home and in front of the TV! I’ll explain there.” NegaDuck scowled but aquissed to her crazy request, sending out a mass text and FLOORING it to get back home with his charges. She scrambled to get out the generator so that the T.V. would work. Excitedly plugging it in she started the crank. LaunchPad came down the stairs as he heard the enthusiastic pitter patter of malicious feet. Seeing her at the Generator he cracked a grin. “Shoo” The word was soft as he lightly tossed her away from the generator. He was bigger and stronger and so better at cranking the damn thing. Unfortunately, once QuackerJack went out to get his little boyfriend he’d undoubtedly fix all their hard work. But more importantly. His daughter was back for him to yell at. And possibly kill. He hadn't decided yet what he was going to do to her. “Well!” She started when the TV was up, playing the same old 24/7 Newscast of Hope.  “I had this plan for awhile. Just not any real way to put it into action until Darkwing Duck somehow showed up here! Luckily” And her voice went sing song, as it always did when she was particularly pleased about something. “I’m fucking fabulous!” Nega rolled his eyes, shooing Herb off of his coved space on the couch with just a glare. The large father of two relocated to the floor to his happy wife as she gave Honker another wep nap to clean his bat with. “But this, undoubtedly the BEST PLAN EVER is not truly my plan. I mean….I did all the thinking and hard shit. But a TRUE plot is always for the benefit of yourself. And this plan was created only half for me.” She shrugged as QuackerJack continued talking on screen. A cold smile grew on her face as the Jester themed Super got visibly nervous, checking his watch for the alerts to be handled. “The other half was for my dear Papa” “Me?” LaunchPad blinked uncertainty. With Gos there were only two options when she planned something catered exactly to you. Either she HATED you with every fiber of her being, or she was being nice in her own way. You’d know by weather or not you continued with your meaningless existence. “Oh yes. And it worked even BETTER than I thought.” She hopped up on the couch, snuggling into NegaDuck and patted the cushion next to her. LauchPad did a mental tally of who owed whom a near death attempt. He was pretty sure cyanide in the cake evened out livewires on the ground, so he took the chance to sit next to her. “I knew that there were Nasty lil wanna-be Heros trying to muck up Daddies city.” Herb and Binkie both flinched at the ‘sweet lil angel’ casually calling LORD NEGADUCK by such a title. Something so bright and sweet and cute and filthy. But she continued irregardless of their discomfort. Or perhaps, spurred by it. “I also know Daddy kept leaving to that other St.Canard. With their Other heroes to fight and their other Papa and their other GOSALYN” They weren't allowed to have nice things in the house, Gos ripping apart the seat cushion as she got angry.  Binkie flinched at such wondrous ferocity coming from well, a ‘sweet little girl’. Gos took a deep breath and a smile spread across her beak. “Darkwing taught them to be better Heros and in Daddie’s absence, they made St. Canard a better place. One of laughter, of light, overflowing with seeds of new hope!” Tank’s watch went off and the little girl pointed to the Television with unrestrained glee. “What’s that noise?” QuackerJack spoke from the TV. And then they heard it…..the recording-Gosalyn screaming for dear life. “Gos? Sweetie? Pumkin?” And as he ran to try and rescue her, the room started shaking. The camera fell to the floor, then there was an ENORMOUS multicolored explosion. Screams from an unseen QuakerJack and his pained face before an even LOUDER BOOM. Then the camera was destroyed and the broadcast finally stopped. “They think they can win now! Their own hope will keep them trying….and trying…..and stupidly trying.” A giggle. “Even more fun than going to some other world and ripping their hopes away? Snatching the faint hope that tries to grow like a revolting rosebush!” Another giggle ripped from her system. “They’ll see that broken dream of theirs and despair. Then the heroes will try to regroup because surely if they did it once they can do it again. And YOU” She snarled at NegaDuck. “Can play right here with Papa and ME!!!!” It was vicious and evil and well thought out and…..

“Awwweeeee. My sweet little MONSTER ”

[prideofthewest]

Westeros: an American Musical - Sentence Starters

From Act 2 of “Westeros: an American Musical,” a parody mashup of “Game of Thrones” and “Hamilton.”

Change the pronouns as you see fit.

"Stark to Finish" (Blow Us All Away)

“meet the latest owner of a western castle.”

“dang, i got shot by some vassal.”

“suffice to say i fell in love with _____ and followed my heart!”

“my heart ain’t that smart.”

“i'm only sixteen but i feel about fifty.”

“weighed down by this crown, cuz morale has been shifting.”

“i broke my betrothal on the fly.”

“now they say that i broke my oath.”

“those lyrics sound a little concerning, i guess y’all have learned about the bridge that i’m burning.”

“there’s rumblings that the fleet have taken our towns.”

“my home captured? that’s something i can’t allow.”

“he’s a fighter of sorts?”

“more a hunter for sport.”

“no need to sell your son short.”

“i’d be lost without your uncompromising support.”

“fucking idiot. are you serious?”

“_____, why’ve you come?”

“your mother freed _____ after he murdered my sons!”

“is killing a hostage what they’d really want from you?”

“i dunno, ask the captured squires i just slew.”

“i name thee traitor now.”

“i swore to avenge them and, unlike you, i keep my vows.”

“i’ll do the deed myself. go on and kneel down.”

“oathbreaker with a traitorous mom. at least i’ll die proud.”

“without them, i can’t attack our foe directly.”

“perhaps, it’s time to negotiate a peace.”

“signing some treaty won’t make my father less deceased.”

“what about _____?”

“it’s being held by _____.”

“i truly wish the worst on _____.”

“make peace, then take back your family seat.”

“you wouldn’t even be the first to bend the knee.”

“enough blood has been spilled trying to take this shot.”

“wars need not be fought until the last drop.”

“and let _____ off the hook? i’d lose my honor.”

“better than losing your head, just ask your father.”

“i’d have enough troops if i won them back.”

“i’ll offer my uncle in a new marriage pact.”

“that’s crazy.”

“they will be re-engaging as allies in the war we’re waging. it’s the only way, see?”

“this seems a bit too perfect...a quick fix after their pride was pricked?”

“my mother’s nervous, but she’s forgetting all will be set right after i attend this wedding.”

“then they will forgive me for my sins.”

“my men are exhausted.”

“would you provide us some snacks?”

“come on inside.”

“the hard part is done; we can relax for the rest.”

“don’t be stressed!”

“apologize for all that’s transpired.”

“praise the sons and daughters he’s sired.”

“_____, you’re wearing armor underneath your cloak!?”

“and so he spoke, and so he spoke—"

“_____ sends their regards.”

“wait, not _____ specifically?”

“the _____, as a whole, send their regards.”

“i haven’t even seen _____, i thought i’d missed him.”

“no, he hasn’t been in this. i think they’re writing around that.”

“they sang about me capturing him.”

“that was only referring to him.”

“well if it wasn’t _____, then who told you they were sending all these regards?”

“i’m pretty sure it’s only the _____’s regards.”

“okay, thank you. that’s enough.”

“nope. absolutely not. we. are. done. here.”

“ohhhh, you gotta be shitting me.”

“glad you were able to make the trip.”

“thank you for having me. the ceremony was lovely.”

[transbionic-shieldmaiden]

a really long post about my stupid HRT adventure

cw medical stuff, tumors.

context: there was a post about getting on HRT that I read but I decided this was too personal to go in a reblog. donut rebagel, but feel free to reply.

ohhhh man, so like obviously i’m glad other people have had a better time than I when it comes to getting on hrt but i really gotta rant about the issues i had, because I had a hell of a time getting it DESPITE NOT ACTUALLY RUNNING INTO GATEKEEPING. so, story time:

this got long, so have a read more.

So I have executive dysfunction, which I cannot recommend. For me at least it comes in a package deal with a bunch of plasticbrains things I’m very much a fan of (stims! hyperfocus! being trans!), but I’d still very much like to not deal with it. And I also have social anxiety. Which overall is not a great combination of issues for dealing with the medical system.

Case in point: figuring out I’m trans was the catalyst for getting me to actually seek therapy (at MIT medical, which -- sidenote -- is free for students and I can’t recommend them highly enough), but what this actually meant was I took basically an entire semester to make the phone call to get an appointment, which was scheduled for a month after the call*. So far so great.

Anyway, as my therapy continued I kept coming in and complaining about dysphoria and being like “man i wish i could start hrt! but i won’t, because that involves talking to strangers :(” and eventually my therapist was like “so like. regular medical, which can prescribe hrt, is literally one floor below us. i can walk you down and schedule an appointment right now.”

and i was like “uhhhh wait i didn’t actually want my problem solved that means i have to talk to strangers!!!” but like obviously this was the social anxiety talking because i did actually want hrt. so my therapist walked me down to medical and i scheduled an appointment with the one Trans Doctor (tee-em) at MIT medical (like seriously this woman is as far as I can tell the PCP for like half of MIT’s trans population, we stan).

so the way this worked out is I needed three appointments: one intake appointment which was largely informational, one appointment with a physical checkup and a blood draw, and finally an appointment once the blood draw results came in. So I went in to the firs appointment, scheduled the second once it was done, and then MIT medical stole my blood.

And when that appointment was done I...didn’t schedule the third.

Cue several months passing due to executive dysfunction and social anxiety.

So I finally get myself together enough to schedule the last appointment, and I go in...and it turns out I have abnormally low testosterone. And I was all ready to be like “Oh no...isn’t that a shame...how terrible...” but the problem is, low testosterone in conjunction with my other blood metrics...was possibly a sign of a brain tumor.

That sounds worse than it actually is -- the brain tumor in question would’ve been benign, so it wouldn’t have been cancer. It does occasionally lead to blindness however, and low testosterone from said tumor would obviously not be very visible once I was taking spironolactone. So we needed to make sure I didn’t have a tumor before we could proceed with HRT. I was sent to take another blood test, optimized for the time of day when testosterone levels peak, and was therefore in the strange situation of being a trans woman hoping for high testosterone levels on a blood test.

Alas, it seems I was truly too trans for my own good, for it turns out the second test was even lower than the first.

This meant I had to go in for another blood test, and I had to get an MRI. And of course remember that every appointment I make here means 3-5 weeks depending on scheduling, all while I’m engaging in the standard MIT pastime of drowning in psets. Which is not fun when you’re depressed from dysphoria, let me tell you.

The MRI rolls around and it’s in this area of the Boston metro area Where The T Dares Not Go. There’s a bus stop near the clinic, but I have only been on an MBTA bus once and I really didn’t want to miss my appointment. So I hop in a lyft and soon it’s time for me to go in the Big Science Tube.

So here’s the thing about the Big Science Tube. It’s loud, it’s cramped, and in my case at least you get pumped with Contrast Juice which like goes in your brain or something? idk i’m not an MRI tech. I actually found it to be a not entirely unpleasant experience, because it sort of feels like you’re in a cryosleep chamber or something and I’m a huge nerd. But it’s also...massively disorienting. You can’t move, your vision is limited to the inside surface of a white cylinder, the whole thing is making Noise and vibrating, there’s the Contrast Juice sloshing in your brain...Oh, and at least in my case they let me listen to satellite radio while i was vibing in the science tube. Thing is, I don’t generally like radio music, since I tend to like individual songs more than genres, so I picked the jazz station. I figured this would ensure fairly enjoyable music the whole time, instead of a weird roller-coaster of songs I like, songs I hate, and songs I haven’t heard (the vast majority).

While I stand by this analysis in general, I do not recommend jazz as the soundtrack to the big science tube.

All this is to say that by the time I got out, I was extremely out of it and loopy. Oh, I also forgot to mention: I did not sleep well the night before. My sleep schedule is a mess at the best of times, and I was very nervous. So I am...completely off the shits by this point, not to mention extremely hungry and thirsty. They tell you to drink a lot to flush the Contrast Juice from your system, so that works out OK. In theory.

I get out, stand by the bus station for a bit, and conclude the bus isn’t coming. I walk across the street to a McDonalds, figuring I could really use some food and liquid. Which was correct.

...Except the bus came and went while I was in there, and looking at the schedule on my phone revealed I’d have to wait another half an hour for another.

This is where I make a terrible mistake. I look at my map, see that Harvard...isn’t too far from where I am, and Harvard has a T station! Perfect! So I, completely loopy from the MRI, still dehydrated because I haven’t gotten nearly enough liquids from McDonalds, decide to WALK TO HARVARD. It was a 30 minute walk, through unfamiliar territory, and I cannot stress this enough: I. Was. Off. The. Shits.

So I walk to Harvard using my phone’s GPS and whatever brain cells were not full of Contrast Juice, somehow managing to navigate through this random neighborhood and over the bridge without getting too lost or getting hit by a car. As I reach Harvard, I realize that this is a bad place for me to be in my current mental state: it’s bustling, full of standard college craziness; i think there was a guy in a chocolate bar costume which I could not process at the time. Oh, and I’ve never been to the Harvard T station so in my condition I struggle to find it. And when I do get there...well, here’s the thing about the Harvard T station: It’s huge. There’s several floors of underground bus terminals and an absolute warren of tunnels. Perfectly navigable, if you’re sober or know the area.

I am of course none of these things.

Still, somehow I find my way to the train, but that wasn’t even the end of my problems! Because, you see, my dorm is twenty minutes from the nearest T stop! So even once I get back to MIT I still have lots of walking to do. I don’t remember how I got back at that point; I think it involved a lot of drinking fountains.

Anyway, I guess this was supposed to be about me getting HRT? So it takes a while for the MRI results to get back, but it turns out I don’t have a tumor. However, in the meantime my parents have been pushing for me to freeze some sperm cells, so that I can have kids someday. Here’s the thing: I do not want kids. I do not expect to ever want kids. And if that changes, I’d be quite happy to adopt kids. But my parents are offering to pay for it, and the risk-averse part of my brain is like “oh...maybe i should do it...just in case???”

It takes me a month to actually call a fertility clinic. In the meantime, I am struggling in my classes; dysphoria is not conducive to educational success. It was not a good time to be me, let’s just put it that way. Finally, I make the call, and uhhhh it turns out sperm freezing is really expensive? And you have to go in for an intake appointment...then do some tests...and then...

So at this point I say, fuck it! And I get on HRT the next week. In total it took me like...a year to get on HRT, depending on how you count it? And all this without anyone actually gatekeeping me on being an Invalid Trans or whatever. But it’s all good, because now I’m far happier and more together than I ever thought I can be. The moral of this story is: HRT good, executive dysfunction bad, and don’t wander through Harvard while completely off the shits from MRI aftereffects.

*this is the one issue with MIT medical; their services are great but also in high demand. the system is a bit better once you actually get into it though.

[sherlollydramoine]

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Here’s another random update on some stuff that I’ve been working on. Anything posted here may possibly be a huge chunk of the fic, or just a snippet. All of these works are unedited and are in the rough draft phase of writing. Please leave me your feedback either via an ask, a message, or a comment. 

1. Love At the Shore, requested expansion from a fic title request. RAMI X READER

Getting invited by your best friend, Alicia, from college to hang out with her in her hometown of LA for the last month of summer before you headed back to school was the best thing you’ve ever done. Glad to be free from your toxic family for a few weeks left you feeling excited, and perhaps way more than willing to let loose. So when Alicia suggests that you head to the beach for the afternoon, you were more than happy to go. You were going to miss this though, as the summer was quickly coming to a close, soon enough it was back to the grind of textbooks, tests, and the stress that accompanies college life. 

Maybe it’s because she’s from LA, or just part of her personality but Alicia is a force to be reckoned with. She doesn’t take shit from anyone and is the biggest badass out of everyone you’ve ever met. Her enthusiasm and energy was relentless and also somehow infectious. She has always had a way of lighting up a room and brings the fun to everything. Most people assume that her attitude and demeanor makes her stupid which couldn’t be further from the truth. She’s pre-med, always made the deans list and is in the top 1% of your graduating class. 

“Y/N did you grab the beer from the fridge and put them in the cooler?” she asks, as she throws her gorgeous brown hair up on top of her head.

“Yes. I also put all the snacks in there. Why do we need so much food?” 

“The boys are joining us for some sun and fun, and they can eat.” she laughs out.

“Oh God Al-is this a good idea? I mean that suit is-it’s tiny.” 

Her laughter was infectious and her brown eyes full of amusement. 

“That’s the point. You are here to party before you get bogged down by school responsibilities. It fits you perfectly and honestly, you’ll have no problem finding some decent dick later if that’s what you are aiming for. And Sami’s brother is fucking hot. I mean, I may be biased, but they are also identical twins.. soooo.” she continues laughing.

“It always comes back to getting dicked with you doesn’t it?”

“Not always, I don’t get any when I’m at school unless Sami or I decide to visit each other. The pain of having been in a committed relationship for well over six years. So I guess, I don’t know, I need to live vicariously through you.”

“Living vicariously through me? You’ve pretty much been getting dicked the entirety of the summer, and you’ve disappeared on me several times while I’ve been here; for Sami’s dick.”

“The boy will be here soon, so go get your ass into your suit!”

Doing as she said you went to her spare room to change. Silently cursing her for insisting that you wear the tiniest black bikini known to man. It barely covered anything, and you felt uncomfortable. Throwing on the cutoff shorts and off the shoulder top she picked for you to wear over your suit, you head into the living room in search of your sandals your body.

“Hey Allie, can I borrow your-” you started, as you came around the corner of the hallway into the living room you collided with someone.

“Oh! I’m so sorry.” you mutter out an apology.

“It’s alright. You must be YN, I’m Rami, Sami’s brother.” 

“Yeah I kind of figured.” you smile, as he shrugs and you watch something you think is amusement play across his face.

2. Animals - this is piece currently sitting pretty at over 7k. Enjoy this chunk. WARNINGS: THIS CONTAINS LANGUAGE & SMUT.. RAMI X READER

“C’mon babe it’ll be fun! Seriously, there is no privacy for us anywhere and I’m tired of sneaking around just to get an opportunity to give my girl some proper lovin’” he whined, in your ear. “It’s bad enough that neither of us have been able to travel as much since I left for school, and I miss you so fucking much. I  get so much crap from my classmates about how much time I spend thinking about you.”

You were laying down in the backseat of his car, with him still on top of you, as you had just finished have some pretty incredible sex. And now he was trying to convince you that both should go on your first random road trip together. Or rather a spontaneous adventure as he kept referring to it.

“I don’t know. I have to work and you are only going to be home from school for a very short period of time. Your family misses you a lot and I don’t want to take you away from them more than I already have. I don’t want them to hate me more than I’m sure they already do.”

“Well, that’s up to you. I know you have quite a bit of savings, as do I. Believe it or not, I’ve managed to put away a decent chunk of money, even as a poor college student. Mama taught me how to be frugal. And don’t talk like that because you know for a fact that my family adores you. My brother keeps giving me shit about the fact that we aren’t married yet. He said that he was certain that it would have happened the day I turned eighteen.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that statement because marriage was something that both of you had talked about since we were sixteen. Both of you are fairly certain that it was an inevitability for you both.

“You know what? We are young, in love, so why the hell not. Let’s do it. I hate my stupid fucking job anyway and there will always be other job opportunities.”

“That’s the spirit! I love you. I’m so happy that you decided to say yes, because I have a few surprises that I had planned, if you had said yes to this.”

“When should we leave?”

“Tonight?” 

“Great, but what time tonight? I get off work at 10, but I don’t want to smell like the diner so I’d want to go home and at least shower first.”

“Since I was going to drop you off at work, I can pick you up and take you home so that you can shower and then we go after that. Does that sound like a plan?”

“Yes. Now come here lover boy. I want you so bad right now. We’ve got time to make up for.”

“Again? Didn’t we just-” you cut him off mid sentence with a kiss. His mouth not putting up much of a fight against yours. Your fingers threading through his wild hair as you pull him closer. 

Your naked bodies already tangled together in the backseat of the car, your hips bucked into his, and you can feel his hardening member against your thigh. He stops momentarily to grab his jeans off the floorboard to grab another condom out of his pocket, and he wastes very little time slipping it on. 

“Mmmm baby.. I want you so fucking bad.” you murmur against his ear.

Your body so easily turned on by him, was already slick and ready, and you couldn’t help the low moan that escapes you as he slides into you. Wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist you buck your hips in time with his thrusts. 

The only sounds you could hear was the squeaking of the car as it rocked in time with your joint movements, and the quiet moans that you were both letting out.

“Ohhhh. Yes baby… don’t stop…”

“Fuck baby, always so tight for me. I love you. You feel so good. Just.. uhhh.. Fuckkkk.. Yesss..” 

Skin slapping skin as your hips meet in time with each other, your desperation for each growing in this heated moment. Your nails clawing at his back as his thrusts become more frantic in their pace. 

Unable to restrain your pleasure you let it all out with a series of moans as you continued your assault on his back. Your moans only spurred him on further, your bodies slick with sweat, his moans in your ear getting louder.

“Yesss baby…. Godddd… yesss….please don’t stop baby.. Fuckkkk…. I’m so close… So close…. “ you whined in his ear. 

His lips descend on yours for a heated kiss as he his hips pounded into yours, working to push you over the edge and into the depths of your orgasm. 

It took a few more thrusts of his hips to get you there, but you came around him with a muffled scream of his name, your nails digging further into his back. You felt his cock twitch, body stiffen, as he followed you into orgasmic bliss. 

His body collapsed on top of yours, as you held on to him tightly until you both were recovered enough to finally move again.

“Damn babe. That was hot.” he smiled, your naked bodies still tangled together.

“It always is with you my love.”

“I can feel it now babe, but seriously, I think you fucked up my back. Jesus woman, you are seriously like a fucking cat. I can’t take my shirt off for a while now, or my brother will give me so much shit and the rest of my family will know exactly what the hell we’ve been up to. They know we are together, but I think with them, ignorance is bliss.”

You giggled and could feel yourself turning red with embarrassment,”I’m sorry my love. I wasn’t even aware that I was doing it, but if it makes you feel better, I won’t walk right for a week.”

The smug look on face told you that he was happy with that compromise.

“I wouldn’t worry about your back anyway since we are leaving tonight, so who gives a fuck who sees you with a clawed up back. Maybe I was just marking my territory. Hell, I’ve got enough hickies all over me that I might as well be a walking advertisement for ‘committed relationships’” you shrug, as you both sat up in the back seat, and started to re-dress. 

“I hate when our time together comes to an end like this, but I should probably get you home so that you can get ready for work.” 

“Me too. I should just say ‘fuck it’ and just go to work all mussed and smelling like sex.” you giggled again.

“Oh fuck babe, that would be so hot, but no, I promised my brother that we’d go to dinner tonight. He knows how bad I want to see you though, so he suggested that we go to your diner for dinner. Their burgers at least are delicious.” he smiled into your hair.

“I love you so much Rami. I swear you are the best and bless your brother for giving up some of his precious little time with you just for us. Maybe I fell in love with the wrong twin.” you tease, laughing at the mock hurt on his face.

“How dare you!” he gasps in shock, as he dramatically places his hand over his heart.

“Oh you!” you poke him in his stomach and he yelps. “Always so freaking dramatic…”

“Ha! I’m an actor, that’s what I’m supposed to do. Ya know? Be dramatic!”

You roll your eyes at him,”You’ve always been a dramatic ass bitch, but it’s alright, I still love you anyway.” 

“Ugh.” he dramatically sighed.

“Seriously? The dramatics again.”

His laugh was loud as he playfully shoved you, before he opened the back door of the car and climbed out, stretching his body. God you almost started drooling watching his body as it stretched. His shirt riding up on his stomach just a little bit, and for some reason you had to resist the urge to bite it. Next time, you are definitely going to leave a little mark there, right above the ‘v’ of his delicious hips. Leave your mark on him, like staking a claim, a little something that temporarily marks him as yours.

You followed his lead and exited the back of the car, smoothing your dress down over your hips before leaning against the drivers side door waiting for him to wander his way back to you. Once he was in front of you, you throw your arms around his neck and give him a sweet chaste kiss. 

“I love you so damn much. How the hell did I get so damn lucky?” you smiled, tears filling your eyes from all of the random emotions swirling around inside of you.

“Aw baby don’t cry. I love you too! Don’t doubt yourself love, because I’m the lucky one. The luckiest man alive because I have you.” he reassured as you sniffled into his chest. 

“No way. Me. I’m… I’m.. I’m.. just.. I’m so plain.” you gestured to your body as if to demonstrate your point.

“Excuse me. No. I wish you could see yourself the way that I see you. I see a beautiful woman with the kindest eyes, beautiful hair, and a generous heart. I’m the lucky one because have you seen me? The guy with big eyes that looks so different from the majority of my peers.” he tried echoing your earlier movements.

“NO! DON’T YOU EVER SAY THAT! You’re eyes are so expressive and gorgeous. I’ve known you forever and I still can’t figure out exactly what fucking color they are. They are… I call them ‘ocean eyes’ because they are ever changing from green to blue to sometimes gray. You are so talented and anyone that doesn’t see how talented you are is a fucking loser. And you will be successful no matter what because you want it, your live it, you fight for it. You are the love of my life, and I will stand behind you and support you no matter what!” holding him a little tighter now, because you know how insecure he can be about the way he looks.

“Oh babe. Look at us, arguing over our looks. If anyone overheard this conversation would think we are the two most shallow individuals on the planet.” he laughs, trying to lighten the mood.

“Rami, this is fucking LA, ninety-eight percent of the population is made up of a bunch of shallow assholes. So for someone to overhear a conversation about our looks would just think we are another bunch of wannabe somethings.”

Another bark of laughter from him before he kisses your forehead. 

“Okay, we need to get going now or both of us are going to be late.”

It was your turn to laugh again before you pointed out the fact that his name should actually be Rami Late-For-Everything Malek. To which he actually just flipped you the bird and that made you laugh so much harder than you already were. That was your Rami, playful and fun, sarcastic and just.. he was always making you laugh.

Sighing you climb into the passenger seat and buckle up, he puts the car in drive and cranks the radio up. You both singing along loudly and off-key to nearly every song that came on. Time seemed to pass by all too quickly and before you knew it, you were outside your house. You lean over to give him a not so chaste kiss, pulling away all too quickly. 

“I’ll see you in a few hours baby. Oh, I forgot to tell you, bring your birth certificate and passport with you, just in case we decide to do something reckless on our little trip.” he smiled conspiratorially at you, before giving you a wink. He can’t wink for shit, but it's adorable watching him try. 

Confusion racking your brain, but not questioning his motives you shut the door, and watch him drive away. Feeling like you were floating on air you nearly dance your way into the house that share with your parents and begin packing for your trip. 

You decide to pack fairly light, even though you have no clue how long this trip is going to last for and you grab the documents that he requested that you bring with you, putting them in a plastic Ziploc bag, and shoving them into your backpack. 

Deciding to lay down for about an hour to take a small nap before work, your body a little tired from the vigorous activities earlier this afternoon. Waking with your alarm, you get up and take a quick shower, and then get dressed in your ugly work uniform, grab your bags and head out the door. Standing at the end of your driveway waiting for Rami to show,  a little late like always, your mind wanders to what he had said earlier. What could he possibly mean by ‘if we decide to do something reckless?’ The thoughts rolling around in your brain, you must have looked like an idiot standing there lost in thought that you barely registered that he had pulled up. 

“Yoooo babe!!!” he hollered out the window which snapped you out of your thoughts. 

“Sorry, I’m comin!” you holler back. “Oh pop the trunk I’m going to throw my shit in there.”

He does as you ask, and you toss your backpack and small duffle bag into the trunk of his car, and you notice that he has several bags already in there, including what looked like a garment bag.

“Hey Sami!” you smile, as you climb into the backseat. You hadn’t even realized that his brother was in the car with him when he pulled up.

“Hey Y/N. How’ve you been?” he asks, a small smile on his face. 

“Great. But you don’t have to ask, I just saw you last week before Rami came home. So compared to how I was last week I am doing so much better. Happier. Ugh babe, I can’t believe the seat isn’t dry yet. Jesus it’s had a few hours to bake in the sun and it’s still wet. Now my ass is going to be all wet when I get to work.”

Sami nearly spit his water all over the dash as his brother was now speeding down the highway towards your place of work, and Rami just wore a smirk.

“You two are fucking disgusting. Animals.” Sami grumbles.

“That we are Sami-cakes, but the sex is always worth it.” you managed to get out between fits of giggles.

“Dude, she just called me ‘Sami-cakes’ like.. Seriously?”

“She calls me Rami-cakes, so Sam that just means that she likes you. She did tell me earlier that she thinks perhaps she fell in love with the wrong twin.”

The twins laughter rang through the car, against the noise of traffic. 

“So what the hell did you two do while I wasn’t around? 

“The same thing we always do, just bro stuff.” Rami replied.

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Ep. 2: “iF yOu SeE a VoLcAnO wHy NoT jUmP oVeR iT” - Marie

Marie

Fuckin volcano

Felix

I feel secure because Charlie is going to be the one to go. I just know it. If we go to tribal that is. They have barely spoken and I don't know them too well. Might be the same for everyone else here

Marie

Still salty bout the goddamn volcano

Marie

iF yOu SeE a VoLcAnO wHy NoT jUmP oVeR iT

Flint

I am really enjoying the banter with Jay and our tribe. Having a great time with this immunity challenge and chatting with Joey and Felix. Wish the other tribe mates were as active.

Brianna

Ya know coming into this competition i didn’t expect it to be me and Bradley as the last two people representing our team. I guess he’s gonna be more active now since his busy week is over so that’s swell but like. God I really wanna sleep.

Felix

To sum up, I feel like I am getting a deeper bond with Flint and Joey. They seem to be willing to talk with me most often. So, even if we do go to tribal I am safe for the most part. I just feel like I am liked in the tribe. Also, I am the one putting in the most work for the tribe, so I have that going for me. I just feel safe because of the work I have put in, but I don't want to give up just yet. If I can avoid tribal, then I will. According to both Joey and Flint, Suzy and Charlie have been very inactive. Therefore, it will be them on the chopping block come time for tribal. Joey thinks Charlie is more inactive whereas Flint thinks Suzy is more inactive. It'll just come down to what Cassie and I feel in the end. Doesn't hurt us either way since I think they are the weakest links on our tribe, especially Charlie. I don't think she put in enough effort last immunity challenge. Plus, she was totally inactive for this challenge that she auto-lost. Cassie missed this challenge too, but she at least did really well last challenge. If we go to tribal, I think I would vote for Charlie in the end since they are the person I feel least closest to. If only Bradley dropped, I could win this challenge for my tribe and cement my place as a valuable asset.

Lysandre

I am SO SORRY GIGI! I thought you were a returnee so I decided to snap! The comment looked pretty mean compared to the others,  which it was. The tribe, Marie and Kathleen, was wondering who said the mean comment and they believed it was David. I said yeah I think it was him as well. I love accidently painting a target in him and being a rat child.

Lysandre

Ok so I completely missed the challenge! I had no idea it was going to start early and I was at ine of ny sibling's events. I'm rooting for my team and hoping that my absence doesn't paint a target on my back. Also! I am loving being Lysandre! The writer in me is having a field day because I get to create a character and their background, quirks, and personality BUT THEN I GET TO BECOME THEM.

Flint

I couldn't outlast that second Immunity challenge. It was fun but my body couldn't carry on. I hope that Felix can pull through for Tuai! If we have to go to tribal I think it will be an easy vote, for me at least. I think that Cassie or Suzy should go. Cassie hasn't shown much initiative as our leader and Suzy isn't very social.

Bradley

This challenge is taking forever. Im the last one for my tribe. I dont want to lose cuz itll suck and havent been on that much so my soical game isnt too strong either. I just want to beat one tribe.

Cassie

I'm so proud of Felix for sticking it out for the tribe so that we don't have to go to tribal tonight. Plus we still have the numbers advantage, so that is always a positive.

Flint

So relieved we won immunity again! The Tuai tribe is unstoppable so look out! I'm a little jealous that Felix won an advantage but he deserves it and maybe with some buttering up he'll share the information with me.

Felix

Can you believe I have done THAT! I single-handedly won this challenge for my tribe, and got an advantage on top of that. I know why Raul and Kathleen gave it to me, though. If I won and people knew I had an advantage, I would have a big target on my back. It does seem that Kathleen and Raul are working together, so I have to watch out for them. Whether I tell this to anyone on my tribe is a different matter entirely. Though they all know I have an advantage. I think I won't be seen as a threat until later on in the game. I'm still an asset to them though this early on so I hope I would stay if we had to go to tribal in this stage of the game.

Raul

I really did not think I was gonna be able to compete but I got back into it was in the last 2 of our tribe. When it came down to 4 of us 2vs1vs1 we knew we needed to just knock out Bradley and he did that to himself. The best thing to come out was that Kathleen and I grew together plus I'm pretty sure I know the identity of Kathleen which helps cause I love this person. Also there was a individual advantage to be won and Felix had 0 while Kathleen and I had 2. Kathleen and I had decided that Felix could have it but try to work a little magic and make a relationship with him and a deal to work together if the opportunity arose. My smart self realized that that if we just gave it to him it would be announced we made a deal, so I said we continue the comp and just throw it that way it wouldn't be revealed what we were actually doing. This way it keeps this threesome possibility a secret. Whether it remains one or not we shall see. At the very least we aren't going to tribal. Hoorah, 1 point Raul the Snake 0 points survivor gods . . .

Kathleen

"Ohhhh bitch this ones gonna be different from my last one.

David? Trash. Will 100% be the one to go next tribal we go to if I have anything to say about it.

Marie? The sweetest and most opinionated 13 year old I’ve ever met. We love a politically aware teen.

Lysandre? *insert that lady Gaga gif of her going ‘gorgeous, amazing incredible’ ect*

And Raul? I’m sooo glad we were the last two left in the immunity challenge. We bonded AND made an underhanded deal with someone from another tribe. Can you say icons?

Hotel? Trivago."

Bradley

I could still potentially be going home. Since someone brought up the fact that they all talked how they havent talked to me a lot. They do appreciate me doing really well in the challenge and i have Apollo and Brianna wanting to work with me each separately. So hopefully i can avoid being voted off this round and just work on more social connections with them all.

Suzy

love felix but lowkey what if they are doing this for everyone

Boris

"Hello im STRESSED. I went from feeling like im in a comfortable position on the tribe, to the absolute bottom just in one day. Being forced to sit out of the challenge really fucked me up. I feel like the tribe is low-key bitter at me.

And on top of that. We have less than 12 hours to vote someone out. And NO ONE is really talking game to me. Im so nervous. The only person I connect with on a game level is Apollo. I have no idea where the tribe is leaning, but I have a sinking feeling its me.

God I hope im wrong and just insanely paranoid. "

Boris

"IN HAPPIER NEWS. I finally got something GOOD in the idol hunt? And it could be game changing!!!

I found 1 half of a super idol. It can't help me tonight but its leverage, and a super idol is the most powerful thing in the game, it could literally save my life in the future of the game. All i have to do is survive tonight, if I have to use the super idol piece as leverage, I will. "

Felix

I think the advantage is less about doing someone on the other tribe a favor. I'm telling everyone about it because, if I do that, it garners trust because they know I'll be open with them about any advantages I have. Plus, it wouldn't hurt to tell the truth to gain trust. The extra vote could also get me an ally on the other side. Let's see if this plays out like I hope it does.

David

Everyone is nice which makes it hard to decide who to vote off. Performance in the next challenge will base my vote and probably others.

Felix

I think my plan is working. Cassie offered me an alliance with her and Flint. I think those two are really cool so I think working with them is in my best interest. Also, I have connections with Mea through Raul and Kathleen. Hopefully, since I'm giving an extra vote to Bradley, I can gain a connection with him despite not having met him. I hope this plays out well! My social game seems to be climbing!

Felix

I have made my first alliance in this game! It's the Tuai Quad Alliance, LLC featuring Cassie, Joey, Flint, and I. It's basically everyone I wanted to work with since the beginning of the game! I think I have found myself in a good position on this tribe. To be honest, I'd like to see Charlie go first, but we'll see how this all pans out. I'm glad I finally have a security blanket though. Hurray for a good social game!

Cassie

I love being a part of the Tuai tribe and was happy to become the leader. Despite liking all of my tribemates, I've become part of an alliance. We're calling it the TQA, LLC. Maybe someday that can be trademarked, hehe. But the Tuai Quad power is strong with Felix, Flint, Joey, and myself.

Brianna

Well. We lost the challenge. I made a pact with Bradley that we should stick together since we were the last two people left in the challenge. I also talked to Apollo and Boris. I seem to be close to them. Boris mentioned making an alliance with me, him, Bradley, and Apollo and I would be totes down for that. So. Guess this will be pretty simple hopefully

Zest

I just cast my first vote and it was wild. I didn't know what to expect going in to tribal. I hope no one blindsides me because I am really getting invested in this game. I think while my performance in the last challange wasn't the greatest, I can still be a strong social player. Not sure if I'm feeling like Parvati or Hannah Shapiro. I need another few weeks to find out what kind of player I am going to be.

Charlie

I feel so bad for missing the challenge but once again not much new is happening.

Boris

"I have been putting in WERK todah to make sure I'm in the best possible position going into tonight.

I first was talking to Brianna, and she mentioned the only people she didnt wanna vote was me, Apollo, and Bradley. So, naturally, when presented with a majority of the tribe, I suggest an alliance! Ofc she agrees hehe, so now thats in the works.

On my tribe, the most likable people and those I get along with/vibe the most with is Apollo and Zest. I approach them both and plant that seed, another alliance of just us three forms. Im SO excited to be working with them, we bounce off each other really well and I truly think we can go to the end together.

So yeah, even tho I was worried this morning I think I placed myself in a near perfect position. I really don't think theres any way I leave tonight. "

Joey

unfortunately, i wasn’t the best in the challenge but at least i showed up! i was invited in by cassie to an alliance with her felix and flint, but it was obvious i was the last one asked. i plan on being loyal, but i need to let cassie play leader while i get closer with felix. slow and steady.

Thomas M

Not much, Bradley did well on the challenge but unfortunately we are in the bottom. Have been preoccupied with a big assignment so have not gotten to fully experience things in the last round at least. Am nervous of who is going to get booted, excited to see what's to come!

Marie

Wow, idol hunt hates me

Apollo

We lost, I feel like I’m getting played though, if this is the last you’ve seen of Apollo, it’s been a great run!

Brianna

I’m really laughing over Thomas’ first message to me after we lost 30 minutes before tribal....like...it’s a little too late sorry bud

Bradley

It looks like the vote should be Thomas which Im fine with. And theres an alliance of Borris, Apollo, and Brianna who want to make a four person with me which makes me really happy. Started off rocky in this game but with challenge preformance actually helped me a lot.

Apollo

Borris and Apollo? “Name a more iconic duo”

[inikavulpixelreviews]

Let’s Talk About Pokemon - Halloween Special

Boys and girls of every age Wouldn't you like to see something strange?

Come with us and you will see This, our town of Halloween

This is Halloween, this is Halloween! Pumpkins scream in the dead of night

This is Halloween, everybody make a scene! Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright

It's our town, everybody scream! In this town of Halloween

I am the one hiding under your bed Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red

I am the one hiding under your stairs Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair

This is Halloween, this is Halloween!

Halloween! Halloween! 

Halloween! Halloween!

In this town we call home Everyone hail to the pumpkin song

In this town, don't we love it now? Everybody's waiting for the next surprise

'Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can Something's waiting now to pounce, and how you'll

Scream! 

This is Halloween Red 'n' black, and slimy green

Aren't you scared?

Well, that's just fine Say it once, say it twice Take a chance and roll the dice Ride with the moon in the dead of night

Everybody scream, everybody scream!

In our town of Halloween!

I am the clown with the tear-away face Here in a flash and gone without a trace

I am the "who" in the call, "Who's there?" I am the wind blowing in your hair

I am the shadow on the moon at night Filling your dreams to the brim with fright

This is Halloween, this is Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!

Tender lumplings everywhere Life's no fun without a good scare

That's our job, but we're not mean In our town of Halloween

In this town Don't we love it now?

Everybody's waiting for the next surprise

Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back And scream like a banshee Make you jump out of your skin

This is Halloween, everybody scream Won't ya please make way for a very special guy

Our man Jack is King of the Pumpkin patch Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King, now!

This is Halloween, this is Halloween Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!

In this town we call home Everyone hail to the pumpkin song

La la la la la la la la la la (Halloween! Halloween!) La la la la la la la la la la (Halloween! Halloween!)

Ohhhh yes, today is a special day indeed! We're about to dive into not only what I'd call the four most definitively “Halloween” Pokemon in the entire series, but a group of some of my top faves in the entire franchise's history. I've never stopped appreciating Halloween, even long past growing too old to be trick-or-treating. I'm already big into Autumn as my favorite season but Halloween only escalates that aesthetic appeal.

Nothing gets me quite like that child-like spooky look. The Jack-o-lanterns, black cats, ghosts, gargoyles, and slimy critters. (And the PUMPKIN REESE'S CUPS) Obviously I'm quite into more adult-oriented  horror like Silent Hill, Creepypastas, and DOOM. But nothing beats some wholesome all-ages Halloween creepy monster creation for me. And Pokemon's of course had no shortage of that. Especially in these later Generations.

In fact, between these four I'm about to cover, Klefki, Sliggoo, Malamar, Spritzee, Honedge, Espurr, and Braixen/Delphox, Gen 6 feels like arguably the most Halloweeny Generation out there so far. Probably part-way why I'd call this my third closest to favorite Generation.

But in any case, let's get to covering these four. Yes, just as a little Halloween treat for y'all I'll cover two lines today!

708: Phantump

And right off the haunted mansion gates, we're getting treated to some James Turnery goodness! I've not brought him up in a while so I don't sound like a broken record, but for whatever it's worth, he's the designer that's made gold like Golurk and Mandibuzz as well. Sadly this and Trevenant are his only additions this time around, but I'll definitely not complain!

Phantump is just an absolutely precious little ghost kid! And that's not even an exaggeration, this thing is literally the ghost of children that got lost and died in the woods. Which of course is arguably one of the most dire-sounding Pokedex entry tidbits ever. Just something to keep in mind when you go around catching these or beating them up for experience.

Phantump is simply too cute for words though. It's trying to spook you but in a way only a child would know how, going up to you and making a little stereotypical “oooooooo!!!” ghost face and scream. It's the perfect blend of spooky and ADORABLE. I even like how the bark marks on the side of its eyes look like sleep-deprived/stressed out little eye bags. Such a tiny detail as an itty bitty little line just adds so much more personality to this thing.

Another reason I'm so excited about these four. Like Bug/Water, Grass/Ghost up until now has been something I was yearning for hardcore since like, Gen 3. There's so much potential in the type between haunted trees, jack-o-lanterns, and just generally spooky-looking woodland monsters that it pained me to see both Gen 4 and 5 go by with nothing. Ohoho, but then I got to Route 16 in my first playthrough of X to lay eyes on a wild Phantump for the first time ever and to find it's A HAUNTED STUMP! FINALLY, MY PRAYERS ANSWERED!!

Personal Score: 10/10

This literally has eaten up one page on a word document so far and we're still only on the FIRST POKEMON HERE...

709: Trevenant

Things only get spookier as we move on down to Trevenant, and god yes. I've wanted a haunted tree Pokemon for so long. It's just such a staple to Halloween, and Ents are a high-fantasy monster that have been missing from Pokemon anyways. And I'm so glad they meshed the two ideas into one here. It's even better by not just being a bipedal tree so much as a literal tree that uprooted itself and uses its hunking roots as legs. Hell yes.

Trevenant in general is just one of the coolest spooky Pokemon in the whole series. And even one of the conceptually more frightening in the entire game as well. This child spirit has grown so angry to those that want to harm the forest, that this thing can root itself to bend a whole forest to its will, forcing anyone polluting or chopping down trees in its forest to get lost and never be able to leave. But to other wild Pokemon and those that respect the forests, it is kind to.

In fact, this Pokemon has one of the spookier moves in the whole game. Its signature move, Forest’s Curse, changes the opponent’s type to Grass. Seems simple and innocent enough on the surface. But there’s a ridiculous amount of implications with this move. Forest’s Curse. Ever so somewhat implying that Trevenant may turn its human victims into trees themselves, permanent fixtures in Trevenant’s forest. That and there’s a ridiculous amount of existential dread in the thought of being polymorphed into an inanimate object. Becoming just another tree in the forst, which no other person would be able to distinguish you from any other tree.

Trevenant is just a nearly-perfect tree ghost. The decrepit barely-alive tree look, the cool, somewhat pale color scheme. The rad branch-antlers. The aforementioned root legs. The piercing red cycloptic eye. How the breaks in the bark for an unhinged-jaw kind of mouth look. This is a Pokemon clearly designed by Halloween lovers and for Halloween lovers.

Personal Score: 10/10

This Pokemon was MADE FOR ME.

710: Pumpkaboo

Oh, but the Halloween goodness doesn't stop there. Imagine my delight when I continued exploring around the routes I found Phantump on only to encounter THIS THING. THIS CUTIE. THIS BLACK-CAT-JACK-O-LANTERN MONSTER. I've wanted a pumpkin critter in Pokemon for about as long as I can remember. Ever since I’ve become so obsessed with Halloween. Things like Cacnea, Spiritomb, and maybe even Lampent/Chandelure have given us fairly close approximations but nothing to exactly hit the specifically, undoubtedly, undeniably Halloween mark that is a clear as horrid night Jack-o-lantern. And the wait has more than paid off.

The one sole flaw I can think of with Pumpkaboo is that it'll probably the peak of Halloween creatures we'll get in Pokemon PROBABLY for good. Like, I don't know if we'll ever get more Halloweeny than a thing that is half black cat, half bat (and pretty much half vampire), half pumpkin. It's impossible. You can't out-Halloween that in a single cohesive creature. You just merged three to four of Halloween's biggest icons into ONE creature so seamlessly. It even comes with a signature move Trick-or-Treat!! Which does what else but turn its opponents into fellow GHOST TYPES. GHHHH.

Pumpkaboo is just a brilliantly unexpected twist on the usual jack-o-lantern monster. There's a countless number of em that have the pumpkin as the head with the usual face carved out of the front. And as much as those never get old for me, Pumpkaboo is just such a fun and unique take on it! The pumpkin is more like a body; still with little eyespots carved into it, but the head is poofing out of the top of the pumpkin, looking like a merging between a black cat and a vampire bat. Like I've been saying, you've fused so much Halloween into one adorably poutty and yet clean and coherent critter than I can't handle it. I'm gonna be reduced to a dribbling MESS over here.

And as a fun bonus, it even comes in different sizes! And with slight stat changes to go with those sizes. You can use the smaller and less durable but faster tiny Pumpkaboos or the huge, bulky, but slow ones.

This is just ENTIRELY Halloween goodness. And I'm being spoiled by Gamefreak over here. Wanted a Grass/Ghost for years and years? Here, have TWO LINES OF TWO EACH. Jack-o-lantern a hard want on your Pokemon wishlist? Here's a little bcatkin to absolutely ERADICATE my expectations. This is so perfect for me I would almost half suspect Junichi Masuda himself to come to my doorstep and tell me to never ask them for anything ever again.

Personal Score: 10/10

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HAMBOLEEN!!!

HANDBAMBOWEEN!!!!!!!!!!

711: Gourgeist

We’re finally at our final addition on this spooky parade. Sadly Gourgeist doesn't make a bumbling buffoon out of me quite like Pumpkaboo does, but I still love the thing a lot. It's still a different and cool flavor of squash monster, just fairly different from Pumpkaboo's. It's a little LESS genius of a mish-mash too but oh well.

This like we're looking at something of a creature I liked to look at as more of a giant melty candlestick hanging out of a gourd. May or may not be the intention, but y'know.

Gourgeist is still a very lovable Halloween monster in its own merits! It's more or less got the same face, and I love me tiny little fangs. (Even if they only show with its mouth open) The hair-hands are also really neat, and generally are a monster feature that doesn't get used enough. And the fringe covering one eye too. It's like a Hot Topic brand of Halloween!

And it does get a much more traditional pumpkin carving face too. It's just different ENOUGH to not be a bit odd how Pumpkaboo looks one way with Gourgeist totally another. You could somewhat even see it as a face-marking adaptation, like how many moths adapt a pattern on their wings that look like a giant face to scare off predators. It would've been nice to see the cat-bat parts played up in a Pumpkaboo evolution, but Gourgeist has enough goodness going on its own where I'm not upset of course.

I just generally love its shape too. A real odd body shape between the arms being on its head and the pear-shaped silhouette to it. It's easily one of the Pokemon I have the most fun drawing when I find the mood to. It's just so. Drawable. And pretty. Oh hey, that's another thing! We don't have that many pretty-creeps in the Pokedex yet. So there's another niche Gourgeist can fill!

Personal Score: 10/10

Everyone! Everyone wins!

Oh and one more thing! I don't talk about shinies a lot in these reviews obviously but I wanna highlight these just because on top of being some of my top favorite Pokemon in the whole series, they even have some of my top favorite shinies in the whole series!! Phantump and Trevenant not only rock the absolutely beautiful white with red accents color scheme, but that's actually based on a real tree! White aspens are indeed white-bark trees that have leaves that grow red in the fall. So PRETTY.

And while Pumpkaboo and Gourgeist's aren't seemingly based on anything in particular other than some alternative jack-o-lantern decoration colors, you just can't go wrong with black, purple, and yellow. So good.

So that's only BONUS POINTS for some already glorious Pokemon.

Happy Halloween everybody! Stay spooky!

[Archive]

[luckyfaeth]

hello welcome to my new favorite junksen au ! 

Aubrey is a corporate accountant at a large company, and she’s put so much time and investment into becoming the best at her job that she never really found anyone to date

But she desperately wanted a child, and she’s finally super secure financially and in a good place in her career. So she adopted a son.

Michael Reese Posen is the light of Aubrey’s life. He’s 8 years old and has the biggest green eyes and scruffy unruly brown hair and his favorite color is yellow and he loves dinosaurs and wants to be an astronaut.

He’s always been a little shy though, and Aubrey tries her best to get him to open up. The only one he’ll really talk to other than Aubrey is Bella, Stacie’s daughter (Stacie and Aubrey are coworkers and close friends)

Michael also generally doesn’t like school, but that changes when he starts 3rd grade.

He comes home after the first day and he’s absolutely raving about his teacher.

“Mama, my teacher’s name is Ms. Emily and she’s super nice and she has pretty flowers in her room they’re sunflowers so they’re my favorite color and there are fun decorations everywhere and she brought us cupcakes!”

Aubrey listens to Michael ramble on about school for another 20 minutes, and it warms her heart because he’s so happy and excited.

Michael comes home and talks about school and his awesome teacher almost every day

“Mama, Ms. Emily bakes us cupcakes when we have tests!” “Mama, Ms. Emily lets us listen to Disney songs and singalong and she said I have a good voice!” “Mama, Ms. Emily helped me learn how to spell a big word today!” “Mama, Ms. Emily sings and plays guitar!”

Aubrey is so amazed at how excited Michael is about school. Like, every morning he’s so excited to go see what Ms. Emily has planned for them

A couple months in, parent/teacher conferences roll around, and Aubrey finally gets to meet the famous Ms. Emily

She walks in the classroom (Which is like walking into a rainbow. Seriously, it’s so fucking bright) and sees who she assumes to be Michael’s teacher looking down at her desk writing something so she knocks on the door to get her attention and is like “Hello? I’m here for the parent teacher conference. I’m Michael’s mom?”

And Emily’s head pops up and she gives Aubrey a huge smile and oh no Aubrey is too gay

Ideally teacher!Emily always wears like, cute flowery dresses or fun sweaters in the winter or sometimes she'll have fun and wear like denim overalls that have cute patches on them (her students helped her pick them out!!)

Also the first outfit Emily wears in pp2 and the pink checkered button up under the sweater vest fit the teacher!Emily aesthetic anyway back to plot

“Ms. Posen! It’s so great to meet you. Michael’s told me all about you. I’m Emily Junk. You can call me Emily though. Guess you see why I go by Ms. Emily, huh?”

Aubrey laughs and is like “Oh, Michael absolutely adores you. Every day it’s Ms. Emily this, Ms. Emily that. I honestly have never seen him more excited than when you showed them that movie about dinosaurs”

Aubrey cannot believe how undeniably kind Emily is and also understands why Michael likes her so much

Calm down Aubrey.

Aubrey thanks Emily because Michael’s always been a little closed off but Emily has really helped that and Emily is like “Aw, it’s really nothing. He’s still a little shy with the rest of the class, besides Bella. But he loves talking to me about what he’s reading during quiet time.”

“Well, that’s huge for him. He barely talks to my parents even. Whatever it is you’re doing, it’s amazing.”

Emily totally blushes.

Emily highkey thinks Aubrey is so freakin' attractive like .... she showed up to the conference looking all professional bc she just came from work and oh wow ok emily don't have a crush on one of your student's moms!! omg.... but she's just so pretty and poised and !!!

As they’re finishing up, Emily leads Aubrey out and Aubrey sees that she’s wearing bright yellow converse that match her cute sundress and it’s adorable

“It was so nice to meet you Ms. Posen.”

“Please, Emily. I told you to call me Aubrey.”

“It was so nice to meet you Aubrey,” Emily smiles. “Sorry I was checking my phone while we were talking. Just a little bit of stress to start the day with.”

“Oh it’s no problem, I understand. What’s got you stressed?” Aubrey doesn’t know why she asks but she does

“I had a bunch of parents gathered to help volunteer at this Halloween party I’m doing for the kids, but one of them dropped out and it’s right around the corner...But it’s no big deal. I can totally handle it.”

Aubrey says what she’s thinking before she can think too hard about it

“I could volunteer. If you need the extra set of hands.”

“No no no I couldn’t ask you do to that…”

“I’d love to help, Emily.”

So Aubrey ends up helping out and she decorates Emily’s classroom with her and Emily finds it amusing that Aubrey needs to stand on her toes to reach the top of the chalkboard but Emily doesn’t

For Halloween Emily dresses up as Minnie Mouse with the Minnie ears and the polka dot dress and it’s so adorable

Chloe being Emily's teacher friend and she saw Aubrey and Emily decorating together yesterday and then taking down all of the decorations today and she sees Aubrey laughing and Emily grinning like a dork and is like “hhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmMMMMM”

Aubrey and Michael leave and Chloe rushes over and Emily squeals because "dont scare me like that!!" but Chloe ignores her and she's like "you like her! you like her! emily you totes like her!!!!"

“No I don’t Chloe. Shut up”

Stacie and Aubrey talk about how the party went and Stacie is like “Aubrey, you think Emily is cute.”

“What? I mean, sure, she’s like a real-life Miss Honey. But I don’t-”

“Just admit you’re hot for teacher!”

“Stacie don’t say it like that.”

“Whatever, it’s true.”

Aubrey ends up volunteering to help at all of the other little events that Emily does for her class (Stacie says she’s whipped and Aubrey just says she wants to be more involved at the school. Stacie calls BS)

Emily offering Aubrey tea when she visits the classroom one day and Aubrey’s like “Sure thank you”

Emily pours her the tea and asks, “Honey?”

Aubrey’s really glad she wasn’t drinking yet because she would’ve spit it out “I-I’m sorry what???”

“Honey. With your tea??”

“OH”

Aubrey’s a blushing mess for once and Emily thinks it’s adorable

Michael totally catches onto Aubrey’s crush (as much as an 8 year old can) and asks “Mama do you like Ms. Emily?”

“Of course I do, sweetheart.”

“I thought so cuz you look at her like Flynn Ryder looks at Rapunzel” (Tangled is Michael’s favorite movie)

Aubrey’s like “Michael stay out of it this is adult business”

“Ok mama but if you wanted to marry Ms. Emily I’d be okay with it”

“Alright time for bed goodnight”

At the Christmas party Aubrey notices again how amazing Emily is with the kids (duh) and is like “you know I think if this was my job I’d never want kids” and Emily laughs but is like “nah I love them..I really do want kids someday still”

“How does your boyfriend feel about kids?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend..or girlfriend. Haha what a weird thing for you to assume. Oh no no Carter don’t poke Hannah with the candy cane!”

Aubrey screams a little internally because that was going so well goddamnit Carter what a little shit

Teacher appreciation week and Michael’s like “Mama we GOTTA get something for Ms. Emily”

“Ok so like what...a ... gift card? ...... maybe a....apple??? What do teachers like Michael”

Michael’s like “well ms emily really likes lots of things like animals and space and flowers and cupcakes and candy and -“

“Can you speed this up honey”

“Oh she likes mugs!! She has a different one everyday!!!”

Michael helping Aubrey pick out the Best Mugs for emily and they give her one for every day of the week because Aubrey is EXTRA!!!!

Emily’s like “oh my stars you didn’t have to do all this you know most people just give me a Starbucks gift card and are done with it...”

“Well I...we. We wanted to do something special for you.”

The last day Michael doesn’t show up with a mug and Emily is a little disappointed but she doesn’t question it

But then Aubrey comes to pick Michael up which is weird because usually Michael carpools with the Conrads but Emily gladly welcomes the visit

And Aubrey’s like “Michael could you give Ms. Emily and I one second to talk?”

“Am I in trouble?”

“No sweetheart”

Emily’s like “How can I help you Aubrey?”

“In the spirit of Teacher Appreciation week, I’d like to take you to dinner tonight. If you’d like.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet! I’d love to. Is Michael coming?”

Aubrey blinks. “No, I thought this could be just the two of us.”

“Oh. Well that’s kind of weird considering I’m his teacher and it’s for teacher appreciation week”

“It’s a date! A date. I’m asking you on a date”

“Oh. Ohhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

“Nevermind I shouldn’t have asked I just thought -”

“Aubrey, I’d love to go on a date with you tonight.”