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Transferring Hearts; a love story from Columbia to Storrs

TransferTeammate! x UconnPaige!

pairing; octransferteammate! x uconnpaige!

description; A South Carolina transfer comes to uconn after winning her second championship. Not a lot of people know why but all Andrea knows is that she needed to get away for her cheating ex and her lying “friend”.

random details; Andrea Pierce was ranked #1 on espn for her class and that’s how she got a big following. She’s basically 3 years younger than paige (like 2 years and 10 months) she’s entering her junior season and has won the championship twice with south carolina and got MOP in the 23-24 season. Her ex bf (yes a bi queen represented) and her close friend were hooking up behind her back for weeks. Andrea is very active on social media especially tiktok and youtube (think tara yummy style vlogs and edits being made of her).

warnings; none really just I have no clue about basketball like other then what I learned 8th and 9th grade when I was forced to play. Probably bad spelling and grammar bc idk how to used commas. Oh also forgot to mention Andrea is going Latina bc I love my Latina baddies

lmk if y'all want longer chapters like this or shorter ones!

High off wining; prologue

April 6th 2024

"Hey guys what's up. It's your girls here with a quick little check in before tomorrow's game" Andrea said pulling her best friend and teammate Chloe Kitts into the camera

"Andrea Pierce basketball phenom and internet sensation everybody!" Chloe said giving her friend an introduction that wasn't needed but well deserved after her performance during this tournament.

Andrea begins blushing slightly "Okay bro not too much on me" she said with a smile

"alright y'all... i'm feeling it for tomorrow's game like seriously. Mark my words if our girl Andrea gets hot tomorrow then REALLY it's over for Iowa"

"Yeah we're speaking it into the universe guys. Gamecocks are taking the title tomorrow!" Andrea chants

"Yeahhhh! LETS GO WE GOT THIS!" Chloe yells right back into the camera before both girls look at each other laughing

"Alright, alright we need to get to bed before the big game tomorrow but we'll check in with you guys after getting the dub"

Andrea quickly stops the camera and sighs trying to shake out the nerves thinking about the game.

April 7th 2024

"And with 5 minutes left in the 4th quarter both Andrea Pierce and Kamilla Cardoso have been on fire tonight really pushing gamecocks ahead." Ryann Ruocco says

"Yes and let's talk a bit about Andrea Pierce for a second because at first glance you wouldn't expect a 5'7 shooting guard to be one of the biggest names of women's collegiate basketball" Rebecca Lobo said

"And that makes her all the more special. I mean from being ranked #1 in her class from ESPN and just seconds away from winning a national title with the gamecocks" Holly Rowe said

"I mean could Andrea Pierce be the key to a new dynasty for women's basketball? She was out for most of the season her freshman year with a knee injury but South Carolina has had a perfect season so far and Andrea Pierce has been a name that keeps coming up when you ask why" Rebecca Lobo says

"Her basketball IQ and court vision are unmatched I mean just this tournament alone, the no look passes, clutch three-pointers, and even blocks that have changed the game for the gamecocks this season." Rebecca Lobo continues

"And now finally with 4 seconds left and a 7-0 run by South Carolina, all by Andrea Pierce, the score is 87-75 with the gamecocks and Andrea Pierce solidifying this win for coach Dawn Staley and South Carolina." Ryan Ruocco said

"Lets check in with Holly on the court as she interviews Andrea Pierce" Rebecca Lobo said

"Yes thank you Rebecca, Im here with the Andrea Pierce who just got named most outstanding player. How do you feel right now Andrea?" Holly asks

"Uhm... Honestly im feeling really good right now. Just like on top of the world and just so extremely grateful for everything and for this season and for the people around me and that have supported me through everything"

"Yes you certainly have been through a lot in your short collegiate experience. How did your injury last year affect the way you went into this season?"

Andrea laughs nervously and looks down a bit before answering "It's changed the way I look at the world and has given me a deeper appreciation for everything I do and everything I want to accomplish. After my injury i was just living in a state of uncertainty but lots of people reached out, including players i've looked up to for a while, and I formed new bonds and deepened old ones that helped me get here today."

"Wow thats really sweet. Final question Andrea, you've had an amazing season and have even been referred to as the future of women's basketball and even just won MOP, what do you have to say about all this?" Holly asked

"I mean it wasn't just me it was my teammates giving me good looks, good assists, setting screens, the plays being made and just our overall trust in our talent. Everyone that's ever believed in me, close friends and family, and even my fans online that let me know that they're proud..."

Andrea looks to the side for a second with tears in her eyes.

"Ugh i'm tearing up I cant believe this, but uhm yeah when fans tell me 'you're doing so good' or like 'keep it up' like even those little moments have an impact and have gotten me that much closer to this moment and i'm so thankful for everything and everyone who has led me to this and... I cant wait to be back here next year for my second ring!" Andrea finishes excitedly, wiping her tears

"Alright thank you so much Andrea and again congratulations on the win and on the award." Holly finishes.

"Yeah thank you Holly. Bye!" Andrea says waiving one last time to the camera and giving Holly Rowe a quick side hug as she leaves to cut the net down.

"Wow what humble answers Andrea gave us, I mean at this point what's not to like she's great on the court and off" Holly says to the camera

"Yes and that comment about being back here next year? I believe it, I truly think that Andrea Pierce is just going to get better and already being so mature for being just 19 years old. We often talk about her poise on the court but off the court as well." Rebecca Lobo responds

"Yes I noticed that. Whenever you ask about a good game she talks about her teammates and coaching staff who made the plays or executed them, Andrea Pierce is next level and I don't want to jinx anything but it's likely we'll be seeing her cut this net down again in a year." Holly says bringing the broadcast to an end

Andrea runs to cut her piece of the net and even ends up getting a big piece to wear like a necklace.

She gets to the sidelines where her one of her closest friends, and roommate, Maddie, had been vlogging for her.

Andrea runs up to her and hugs her tightly.

Even though Maddie barely knew anything about basketball she had been Andreas friend since freshman orientation and was the first person to tell her that it was all going to be okay when she hurt her knee.

"You did it Drea I'm so proud of you!" Maddie says hugging her tightly while still recording.

"Thank you Maddie for being such a good friend and being there for me I wouldn't have been able to do this without you." Andrea says tearing up while thinking about all the highs and lows that her and Maddie have gone through together

As they finally pull away from each other Maddie spots Andreas new necklace that she assumes will be going home with them.

Maddie tugs on the net lightly and begins laughing at her friend. "New necklace?" she asks

"Yeah" Andrea responds glancing down. "You like it? 'Cause it's coming home with us." She says grabbing the net with both hands and lifting it toward Maddie to show her and the camera that caught this entire moment.

Andrea grabs the camera and says goodbye to Maddie who said she needed to get home to study for whatever pre-med class she said she was 'failing' (got anything below a 90).

"aight vlog its just us now! But guys oh my god i'm a national championnnnn!!" Andrea says walking toward the locker room now.

"It hasn't sank it yet... I'm just so thankful for all of you guys who have gone through everything with me and just grateful for everyone around me and most of all thank you God" Andrea finishes as she gets to the locker room where everyone is celebrating.

"There's our MOP" Kamilla says stretching the last syllable out playfully

"Aww I love you so much Kamilla I wouldn't have gotten this award without you."

"Heyyy vlogggg let me just steal them for a sec." Chloe says reaching for the camera.

Andrea and Chloe have a system when it comes to after a game. Chloe knows that the first person Andrea wants to call is her grandfather.

And she also knows that Andrea wants to capture every moment on camera so she helps her out by 'stealing' the camera for her segment of the video.

Andrea quietly thanks Chloe and proceeds to FaceTime her grandpa who picks up immediately.

"Hola abuelo!" (hi grandpa) she greets excitedly

"Hola mi princesita, estoy tan orgulloso de usted." (Hi my princess, im so proud of you) he says holding the phone at a very low angle like any old person.

"Gracias abuelo! Me nombraron la jugadora mas destacada del torneo. Y mire mi nuevo collar... le gusta?" (Thank you grandpa! They named me most outstanding player in the tournament. And look at my new necklace... do you like it?) Andrea said holding her net up to the screen smiling like someone had given her the whole universe.

"Me encanta. Bueno se que esta ocupada ahorita pero ya viene el verano entonces espero verla pronto. La quiero mucho, adios" (I love it. Well i know you're busy right not but summer is coming up so I hope to see you soon. I love you so much, bye)

"Adios abuelo lo quiero mucho!" (Bye grandpa i love you so much!) Andrea says hanging up the phone and going to find Chloe again.

"So where's Ethan?" Chloe asked Andrea as they get into the car ready to head back to the hotel

they were gonna celebrate back at Columbia since they had a 5 am flight the next day

"Oh he said he needed to study for some engineering class and couldn't come to the game or celebrate"

"Drea... You know I love you right but, why do you put up with that? I mean you deserve someone who see's how great you are and how bright you shine, not Ethans ass who gets in a mood every time someone talks about your accomplishments." Chloe says as they wait at a red light

"I dont know... I love him. When we met I was in a really dark place mentally and he helped me through it and even if we're going through a rough patch right now I do love him so much." Andrea says finishing the conversation

April 8th 2024

"Aight bye Drea see you tonight!" Chloe says once they arrive back their dorms.

"Yeah see you later!"

Thats when Andrea gets her phone out to see if Ethan has texted her back yet.

Still no reply. Andrea loved texting and often had no shame about pressing the 'notify anyway' button. Because who do you think you are on dnd?

But at this point her and Ethans texts were starting to look like he wasn't her boyfriend and more like a guy trying to ghost her.

'Heading to the game now'

delivered.

'Okay I lowk ate warmups up so we got this'

delivered.

'nvm thats fucking cc out there'

'who do I think I am? they beat uconn'

'they beat fucking paige bueckers yesterday'

'how can we even compete with that?'

delivered.

'ok officially crashing out wtf'

delivered.

'babe?'

delivered.

'sorry ik ur studying'

'just respond when u can'

delivered.

'ok momentary lapse of judgment'

'im fucking Andrea Pierce'

'I GOT THIS'

'LIKE DEADASS I GOT THIS'

delivered.

'BABE I GOT FUCKING MOP'

'LETS GOOO'

'LETS FUCKING GO OMGOMGOMG'

'IM ACTUALLY HIM'

delivered.

That was all last night. Andrea hadn't bothered to text Ethan this morning. She didn't know what had been going on lately but her and Ethan had been fighting a lot recently.

She felt like he was always on edge around her and didn't know why. He was picking fight for no reason or just wont respond for days and then act like nothing happened.

Andrea was getting a bit tired of it but she loved him so much. Be cause he wasn't always like this. He used to kind and would always check up on her mental health and never said anything about basketball because he didn't care about her stats only her.

But it felt like recently he not only doesn't care about her stats he just doesn't care about her either which really hurt Andrea but she figured that it was just the honeymoon phase coming to an end and nothing more.

All Andrea wanted to do was get back to her dorm and take a nap before going out tonight but she remembered that she had let Kamilla borrow her charger on the plane and she really needed it back.

So Andrea being half asleep at this point dragged herself over to Kamilla's dorm. Once Andrea showed up to her room she saw the door wasn't fully closed so she just let herself in.

As she walked in Andrea heard it before she saw it. Ethan's muffled voice mixed with kamilla's giggles coming from her room where that door was also left ajar.

"Bro what the fuck..?" Andrea quietly mumbled to herself as she walked up to the room where she didn't want it to be true.

As she walked in she saw Ethan and Kamilla on her bed making out and looking like the happiest people on earth so wrapped in with each other they didn't hear her walk in.

"So this is why you've been weird lately, Ethan? Because you've been fucking Kamilla?" Andrea said finally breaking them from their trance making her presence known

"I-Oh-Uh-Fuck! No! It's not what it looks like babe!" Ethan says barley able to form a sentence

"Do you think im fucking slow? She's literally on top of you. Like there is no possible way you this isn't exactly what it looks like... and it looks like 2 lil bitches who I never wanna see or talk to again."

"No Andrea this is the first time please baby you have to understand. We were just high off the win! You know a little celebration?" Ethan says getting out from under Kamilla and moving toward Andrea to try and calm her down

"High off the win? That's your excuse? Ew."

"We're fucking done Ethan. Fuck both of you."

The second the words leave Andreas mouth they feel bitter. She truly had so much love for both of them and for them to be able to treat her like this and be able to betray her then literally turn around and say 'I love you' is making her question who she can trust

Andrea quickly grabs her charger that she spots on the desk in the corner and makes her way out.

Portal Promise; chapter 1

April 13th 2024

It's officially been the most chaotic and dramatic 5 days of Andreas life.

Everything had gone downhill since that moment. Apparently in the time that Andrea had taken to take a nap and try and clear her mind after finding out her close friend and boyfriend were hooking up, they decided to get ahead of the story and start making shit up about her.

Ethan started spreading weird ass rumors about how Andrea was crazy and that she was manipulative and Kamilla was backing him which made it that much more believable.

Andrea was so overwhelmed and ended up speaking with coach Staley about everything that happened. Staley told her that she would speak to Kamilla but also knew that the damage was already done and that the team and the school would probably never feel the same to Andrea anymore.

So as much as it pained Staley to see one of her best players leave and one that she genuinely had grown to love and care for so much these past 2 years. She reminded Andrea that she still had time to enter the transfer portal.

So after some thought Andrea decided that she would. She told Chloe and Maddie of course, but the rest of the team had barely spoken to her since everything had gone down. Andrea knew they were just trying to keep the peace and not pick sides but it didn't help how alone she felt when people were believing those rumors.

And even though Andrea knew that the media would be all over her about the reason why. She knew that it was the right choice to make for her future. And who knows, maybe this could be the start of something great?

May 19th 2024

'On a recent instagram post made by uconnwbb you see that 19 year old basketball phenom Andrea Pierce has officially committed to Uconn'

Andrea was nervous. She didn't know what to expect. She was going to play for Geno Auriemma who had coached uconn into the dynasty it's known for and she wanted to live up to those standards.

June 2024

Andrea was about to walk into the women's basketball training facility for the first time and officially meet everyone. Sure she had been following Azzi Fudd on instagram, they were friends.

Her and Azzi had met a couple of times during their AAU days and were even on the same USA basketball team one year. But after Andrea got hurt last year Azzi reached out knowing what it's like to tear your acl at a young age and gave her some much needed advice.

CD had already let Andrea know that she had gone through all her vlogs and actually commended how well spoken and how poised she made sure she always presented as.

And said she could continue vlogging as long as it stayed within their guidelines for what they can do or say in media.

Andrea hadn't spoken to the media about her decision to leave South Carolina yet or posted anything on socials which was out of character for her, but what was she supposed to say?

My boyfriend and teammate fucked behind my back then spread rumors about me so I wanted to leave? Ew.

But Andrea quickly shook those negative thoughts out her head as she approached the gym locker room and heard a couple voices.

"Dude i'm so excited"

"Yeah have you seen her highlights?"

"Forget her highlights, lets talk about the face card and the game day hair"

"She's so cool like"

Andrea hears a couple of phrases but since they're all talking over each other she doesn't catch everything. Suddenly she doesn't feel as nervous when she hears the quiet whispers and the giggles coming from her new teammates.

Because at the end of the day they're all just girls who all share a love for the same sport.

"Wait shut up I hear someone coming!" Andrea hears someone whisper horribly which makes her laugh slightly

"Uh... Hey everyone" Andrea says looking around the locker room at everyone thats just getting settled in.

"Oh my god!"

"Hiii"

"Hey"

"Andrea Pierce!"

Everyone echos out at the same time. Which makes both Andrea and Azzi laugh, being the most familiar with you she decides to take the lead.

"I always said you'd look better in blue Drea" She finished quietly before the hurricane of fangirl questions and comments came in.

Azzi tried to recruit Andrea her senior year of high school but she had already fallen in love with South Carolina by then. She did let Azzi know that her efforts were appreciated and that Uconn was almost chosen.

"Yes guys this is THE Andrea Pierce so fangirl all you want know because you know coach is gonna get mad if you're all distracted during practice" She says walking up and putting her arm around your shoulder in a reassuring way to let Andrea know it was all going to be okay.

(random switch to first person idk why)

It was a lot from Kk and some from Caroline and even a couple from the incoming freshman Morgan and Sarah. Most of it having to do with basketball but every couple seconds Kk would throw in a comment about your 'face card never declines' or how your 'fits are always fire' which you thanked her for and even complimented some of her stuff you'd seen as well.

Then you finally got to Paige. And even after all of them fangirling over you and wanting to know everything about how you can score at all three levels while still looking good. It was not your turn to be starstruck.

Because Paige Bueckers was someone you had looked up to since she was in High School and now you're going to be on the same team. And she was looking right into your soul with the most pleasing smile in the world.

Luckily that smile and stare only made you forget your name for 2 seconds before you remembered where you were and just went with a simple 'hi' and a smile before turning back to the group making sure you were now officially following all of them on instagram and TikTok.

(back to third)

But what Andrea didn't know is that Paige had been a little starstruck too and the only person that knew just how closely she had followed your career was Azzi.

So the second Andrea looked away already fitting in with everyone so well, Azzi turned back to Paige and quietly asked if 'she had remembered her name yet or if she was just gonna keep staring'

Paige just shook her head and said a little too loudly "Bro i'm not staring" which made some of the group look at her confused for a second before going back to their conversation

"Im simply observing the newest member of our team" Paige finished quite this time

But the look Azzi gave her best friend wasn't one of belief it was one of knowing.

Because Azzi Fudd knew that this portal transfer could promise their team the chance to get back to the final four and win it all this time.

all any suggestions y'all want me to include in this story, my request r always open!!

thx for reading, goodnight!

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sylusgworl · 2 days ago

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(INVOLUNTARILY) GAWKING ft. xavier

content: fluff, fem!reader, housemates!au, pre-relationship situation, reader is awkward, xavier tries at flirting (and kinda fails),

a/n: it's too hot outside to properly function so my brain birthed this fic, uh enjoy ig - wrote this in like 15 mins (my study break) so it yet to be proofread. wc: 857 . rbs are very appreciated <3

m.list

it is infact not alright when it's 37 °C outside (about 100 F) and you are living with a (male) housemate.

nope, you no way you were going full on nude in front of xavier, nope. you'd rather die from the heat. although, at some point the heat became so unbearable any insane thought became completely rational.

“ugh it's so hot,” you groaned while stretching on the sofa, the shorts and tank top feeling sticky against your skin.

oh, right, the ac refused to turn on for some reason, and the fan was broken, apparently one of its blades had snapped off and it just stopped functioning correctly.

xavier cocked his head out of his room, a pearl of sweat sliding down his temple until it fell in a bead down from his chin.

he had it way worse, his wide shorts just right above the knee and a white t-shirt... just the sight of that made you sweat.

“it's alright [name], i've just ordered another one, it'll be delivered in a couple of hours,” his soft voice angelically carried the glad tidings, except you felt even more desperate and exhausted.

more hours of that inferno.

you closed your eyes. maybe a short nap would help take you out of that dread. minutes passed and... nope it was too hot to sleep.

you sat up and headed for the kitchen. there, a sight made you stop in your tracks. an unexpected one.

xavier leaned against the counter, shirtless, while drinking a can of chilled soda. his toned muscles seemed to shine under the natural light of the sun, his adam's apple bobbing up and down with each sip.

he didn't seem to notice you, so that gave you a chance to observe him for a while longer.

he was attractive alright.

you'd been housemates for about a month, but your schedules never aligned in a way that you'd be that often in each other's presence, so you'd never actually paid attention to xavier's presence around you.

you just thought having a man as a flatmate had too many downsides for your liking, but still accepted him as you really needed someone to split the rent with.

“oh, you're here,” his calm tone slowly carried you out of your trance.

xavier put down his soda and turned to face you, but then noticed his bare chest so he crossed his arms against it and swiftly turned around, a faint blush tinting his cheeks.

“oh how long have you been there? i'm sorry, i didn't realise...”

“no no, it's alright haha... i've been here for a while, i didn't mean to stare,” you stretch your hands forward in a defensive way, “but! i was going anyway...” you trailed off and ran away in a jiffy, heart thumping and a familiar warmth in your face.

shit. did i just get caught gawking?

you bit your lip in frustration and closed the door to your bedroom before plopping onto the carpeted ground.

dignity gone, you started planning your move-out. because, how could you even face him after that.

desperation aside, two hours went by, and except for the heat and the embarrassing scene from earlier replaying in your head every time you closed your eyes, nothing eventful happened.

“[name]?” a voice called out to you, followed by a knock.

you hesitated but still got closer to the door. “is she asleep?” a voice mumbled from the other side, so you nervously opened up.

xavier's watchful blue eyes were the first to meet your surpised - not really - gaze.

your heart leaped to your throat, you cleared your voice. “y-yes?” oh god, how awkward.

“i just wanted to tell you, the new fan has just been delivered,” he pointed to the living room.

“i already installed it, i think the maintenance is coming to fix our ac in about a day or two,” he said, trying to keep a neutral tone while scratching the back of his head.

your eyes involuntarily jumped to his flexed arm and you had to call each and every atom of your self-control to avert your gaze and stop staring.

“oh! that's... great! yeah!” you answered, a bit to excitedly. you hoped it sounded as natural as possible, embarrassment from a couple of hours prior still holding you captive.

xavier nodded and turned around, walking a few steps. then, as if he'd remembered something, he stopped and turned around.

you'd only now noticed a small bag he was carrying in his hand. he then offered it to you.

“here, since i've put the fan in the living room, use this if it's too hot at night,” and off he went, as soon as you grasped it.

closing the door behind you, you unpacked the gift(?) only to find a mini desk fan. how adorable, you thought with a smile, thinking of xavier's attentiveness, as warmth spread across your chest from gratefulness... and maybe something else.

a small paper fell out, so putting the object aside, you opened it.

i'm sorry for making you feel embarrassed earlier. also, i didn't say you couldn't look, you can stare as much as you want.

you gulped. oh.

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vamplvs · 3 days ago

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i mean i have an idea for sam but its soooo cliche LMFAO

- maybe being the assistant for sam n joaquin and what not and you just have a crush on sam...... sam kinda has his suspicions but joaquin would defs snitch on you by accident bc that man is a YAPPER he never shuts up. you dont know why you spilled about your crush on sam to joaquin but alas!!! it works in your favour

TALK TOO MUCH

INCLUDES -> sam wilson x reader WARNINGS -> fluff with a bit of angst (bc i can't help myself), misunderstandings, accidental machmaker joaquín, light blood and injury, alcohol WORD COUNT -> 3.7k

NOTES -> first sam fic, pls be gentle with me. also, the army man thing was 100% inspired by ted lasso, but sue me! it's such a sam thing to do. and as always: comments and rbs are much appreciated, and my asks are open!

it isn't unusual for you, sam, and joaquín to have a late night catching up on "official superhero business," as joaquín likes to call it. there's always more recon to be done, more adjustments to be made to the wings, more training. and with joaquín officially taking sam's side as falcon, that leaves you as the primary analyst.

which often means poring over hours of security footage or pages of legal jargon—especially now that there's a legal case being made against the so-called "new avengers."

but finding real, usable footage and evidence on security feeds is never like the movies. it's always terribly slow-going, even if you're watching it sped up. you've moved from your desk, to sitting on the couch, to draping yourself across it with a coffee in hand. you made a mental note long ago to thank sam for putting it in the base, but now you really have to deliver on that. without it, your back would no doubt be aching from the desk chair, and after well over an hour of footage and no sign of the weapon dealers you're supposed to keep an eye out for, it would have been hell.

that slow crawl of footage, combined with the quiet hours of the night, have your eyes heavy with sleep.

"working hard or hardly working?" comes sam's voice from the door.

he and joaquín had been training for the past hour or so—maybe longer now. time gets a little shaky this late in the night, especially with the dreadfully dull security tapes that play in front of you.

but the effect of the workout is obvious. there's sweat on his brow and a towel slung over his shoulder. and if you look a little too long at the broad spread of his shoulders or the flex of his arm, then you're more than willing to blame it on the hour.

"a little bit of both," you say with a tired smile, and your ears go warm when sam laughs.

"any sign of 'em?" he sits at his own desk and tips his head back, leaning back in his chair far enough that it gives you a great view of the angle of his jaw and-

yeah, you need to stop staring. so you turn back to your laptop only to see a heaping helping of nothing. when you take a quick glance at the time, it's well past 11.

"if there was, i'd be in bed already."

"mm, tell me about it," he sighs.

"why're you guys working out so late anyways?"

"joaquín insisted, the brat."

"hey, i heard that!" and right on cue, joaquín comes walking through the door with a pep in his step that is entirely unwarranted for how late it is. "i wanted to learn that move you did the other day against the serpent dudes."

"don't i know it." sam rubs out an ache in his shoulder, and you can't help but laugh. "this funny to you? the kid's beating up his elders!"

"aw, come on, old man," joaquín walks past sam to get to his desk and takes the opportunity to jab him in the shoulder. predictably, sam hisses and rubs at the sore spot. "just last week you were saying how you were proud of me."

"yeah, old man, you're the one training him," you manage through giggles.

"oh, i see how it is," sam raises a playful eyebrow at you, "ganging up on me?"

"always, sam, always." and maybe the look you give him back lingers just a moment too long, because when joaquín breaks the quiet with a clap, it startles you.

"tonight's my turn to put away the gear, right?" but before sam can even get out a reply, joaquín is already moving to their wings and suits—ready to pack everything away neatly without any further questions.

"guess that's my sign to head out, huh?" he stands with a grunt and stretches his arms over his head, lifting his shirt just enough for you to see his toned stomach.

if sam sticks around any longer, you will definitely have to blame your staring on how tired you are.

he hefts his duffel bag over one shoulder and trudges over to the door, but before he leaves, he turns to you.

"don't stay up too late watching those. we only need enough to prove that's their hideout," his voice is soft when he says it, a tone you swear he only uses with you. or maybe you're just projecting.

and then he's out the door, leaving you and joaquín to close up shop.

"so, sam, huh?" joaquín teases as he rubs away some dirt from his helmet.

"what about him?" despite your deflection, your ears still go hot, and your eyes are glued to the screen in front of you.

"i was in here for two seconds and you were making heart eyes at him," joaquín says with a shrug.

"i so was not!"

"were too!"

"okay, even if i like sam, it's not like i can do anything about it," you say with a huff.

"so you do like him!"

"ugh, drop it, joaquín." but it's true. you can't do anything about the hopeless crush you have on sam. he may not technically be your boss, but he can surely fire you if he thinks there's a conflict of interest. and that's the last thing you want.

you focus your attention back on the grainy warehouse on your laptop. and then something moves, just a dart of what could be a body in too much tactical gear on the roof and running down a fire escape. your heart nearly stops. "holy shit, i got them!"

the mission gets wrapped up a week later, leaving sam with bruised ribs and a sprained wrist and joaquín with a mild concussion and too many scrapes for his own good. despite the injuries, spirits are high as the three of you have a celebratory drink in a worn down bar in louisiana.

it was sam's idea, going home to delacroix. after a month of desperately trying to hunt down the smugglers and the dealers they took their weapons to, he had been itching for a break—just as much as you and joaquín were. so it only felt right to bring the two of you with him to meet sarah and the kids.

"should you be drinking with a concussion?" you gesture to the beer joaquín has been nursing for the past 10 minutes.

"one drink can't hurt, right?" he frowns at the bottle for a moment, "and the doctor said i'd be fine after a few days."

"it's been two, big man. let's cool it on the beers." sam chuckles when joaquín levels a glare at him.

"says the guy who insists on only wearing his wrist brace when he's working on the boat," joaquín grumbles.

"don't even start," sam returns with a lighthearted roll of his eyes.

"how's it feel to be back home, sam?" you ask, interrupting their banter before it turns into bickering. it's been ages since he's been back, and you can only imagine how homesick he's been.

"sarah's got me working like a dog on that boat," he says with an air of exasperation that only he can pull off in a loving tone.

"well, if you need extra hands," you gesture to yourself and joaquín.

"noted," he replies with a wink, and you hope that the fluttering in your chest isn't obvious. then he stands and turns to you, pointedly ignoring joaquín when he asks, "want another drink?"

"that would be great. thanks, sam." he smiles at you and walks to the bar with a few 'hello's' to the people who have missed him. and you, well, you make a great effort not to stare as he walks away. not that it works.

damn him for wearing tight t-shirts while working on the boat.

"'if you need extra hands,'" joaquín parrots when sam is out of ear shot and you groan.

"i was being serious!"

"yeah, but you made it sound like you were making a pass at him." your face goes hot and joaquín laughs at your wide-eyed look. "relax, i'm sure he didn't take it that way."

"ugh, i hope not," you swirl the watered down remnants of your own drink in your glass.

"you could just tell him, you know," he says with a comforting smile.

"and jeopardize the one tech job i've actually enjoyed? no, thank you."

joaquín seemingly doesn't have a response for that, or maybe he just notices sam returning to the table before you do.

sam is back with a smile on his face and two drinks in his hand, one of which he passes to you. you do your very best not to react when your hand brushes his to take the glass.

"so, who's helping me on the boat tomorrow?"

sarah's put sam and joaquín in charge of entertaining the boys while you help her with dinner. it's fairly mindless work, in a totally different way than your usual analytics gig. it's cleaning up fresh basil with a knife, it's peeling garlic and dicing it, it's mixing things when sarah hands you a wooden spoon. it gives you plenty of time to catch up with her while you do it, repetitive motions falling into habit.

"sam still a pain in the ass?" she asks while tenderizing meat to hell and back.

"only when he and joaquín are up to something," you reply, a smile that's very nearly too soft tugging at the corners of your lips.

she laughs at that, and the work continues like that: questions about sam, about you and what you do, and even a question about bucky—and that gets awkward very quickly. you're the one who's been looking into copyright law, after all.

that doesn't stop you from raising an eyebrow when she asks about him, though.

"bucky? really?" your voice is light, teasing, and you jostle her shoulder with yours.

"just asking! i mean, he's broody, sure, but..." she trails off with a shrug.

you glance out the window to see sam throwing a football around with his nephews. he lets cass tackle him with a laugh you can almost hear in your head, and he rolls his eyes when joaquín celebrates the win with his nephew. it's the most relaxed you've seen sam in months.

except, maybe, for those late nights on base, where it's nothing but easy conversation and laughter. the memories send something shooting sharp through your chest.

"he's sweet and one hell of a looker," sarah finishes.

"yeah, i'm sure he is," you say too quietly and look back down to the cutting board in front of you before sarah catches you staring at her own brother.

"what about you? any broody super-soldiers catch your eye?"

"uh, no-" you stumble, looking for an out, "not super-soldiers. they aren't really my speed."

"oh, so just regular soldiers then?" you gape at her, and she just laughs.

before you can get another word in, the kids, joaquín, and sam all come storming into the kitchen. aj is sitting on joaquín's shoulders, marveling at how tall he is—and making a point of rubbing it into cass's face that he's stolen his teammate.

"no running around the kitchen while we're using knives!" sarah yells over the commotion, but it comes a moment too late. cass bumps your arm and sends the sharp edge of the knife in your hand across your fingers. it's quick, sharp, and it stings.

blood is running down your hand in half a moment, and you move to the sink as fast as you can. shit, shit, shit. there's a lot more blood than there should be for a superficial cut—you've seen your fair share of the scrapes joaquín and sam come back to the base with.

joaquín is quick to herd the boys out into the living room, promising cass that you'll be fine, that you're stronger than him and sam by miles. but the vague lightheadedness you feel at seeing your own blood pouring down the drain seems to prove him otherwise.

sam, on the other hand, is by your side in an instant. he's got a handful of paper towels that he presses against the cut that spans across two of your fingers.

"there's a first aid kit in the bathroom upstairs, c'mon." he places a hand on your lower back and guides you forward. even with the throbbing ache in your hand, you can't ignore the warmth of him against you. his hand is gentle, just the ghost of a press against you to keep you moving.

he acts quickly once you're in the bathroom, running your hand under water to keep blood from dripping all over the tile—seriously, are cuts on your hand supposed to bleed this much? and he takes out the first aid kit. it's methodical, the way he takes it apart—the kind of thing that reminds you just how much military training he's really had.

gauze, antiseptic, bandaids—avengers themed ones that are certainly meant for aj and cass.

he doesn't speak as he patches you up, just holds your hand gently as he cleans up the cuts with the antiseptic and wraps them up in bandaids.

you watch the focus on his face, the furrow of his brow and the flitting of his eyes across your hand. you watch the way his fingers are intentionally light when they touch you, like it takes a conscious effort to keep from grabbing your hand in his.

and that thought is when you decide to pull away and clear your throat, which has grown unbearably tight.

"thanks," you say, avoiding his gaze by looking at his handiwork. there's a thor bandaid on one finger and an iron man one on the next.

"anytime," he replies, already packing up the first aid kit. then, he opens his mouth like he's going to say something else, and the look in his eye has your heart shuddering. it's the kind of look you only see when he says those impossibly gentle things, the kind that leaves you with more questions than answers, the kind that makes you think maybe you have a chance. just maybe.

but sarah's already yelling for him downstairs. he curses, stashing the kit quickly and turning to head back to the kitchen. "work never ends, huh?"

"yeah. right."

after dinner cass hands you a little plastic army man.

"sorry for hurting you on accident," he says, voice soft and heavy with guilt.

"it's okay. accidents happen!" you take the little figurine from him. "who's this?"

"uncle sam gives them to us when we get hurt."

"well, thank you." you look at it carefully. it's bright green and wields some kind of ancient gun that the military hasn't given soldiers in decades. he still stands in front of you, rocking from one foot to the other. "i'm all better, see? i have thor and iron man keeping me safe now." you put out the hand with the bandaids for him. it makes him smile, and then he's off to bug sam and sarah—who have banned you from the kitchen while they clean up.

a moment later, joaquín plops down on the couch next to you with a similarly guilty look to cass.

"i messed up."

"the cut didn't hurt that bad, joaquín. don't worry about it."

"no, i mean-" he cuts himself off with some quiet curse in spanish that you can't quite hear. "okay, so, earlier sam was kind of, maybe, joking around about bucky flirting with sarah when they visited, talking about how he had to keep, like, telling him off for it, or whatever."

your stomach dips. oh, shit.

"and i might've said something about how sarah was probably doing the same with you." joaquín is quick to react to the panic on your face. "i didn't mean to say anything! i was just joking around, and i wasn't thinking. i swear-"

"joaquín, please tell me you're kidding."

"he didn't say anything! he just laughed and moved on, so, like, i'm sure it's fine-"

he just laughed. joaquín opened his mouth, and sam laughed.

he keeps prattling on some long winded apology, filled with assurances and promises, but you aren't hearing any of it. sam knows, and that sends your heart racing in all the wrong ways.

he knows, and it'll be a conflict of interest. he knows, and you'll be fired for it. he knows, and you'll lose the guy who keeps you grounded on long stakeouts, the guy who makes you laugh harder than you ever have before, the guy you've been hopelessly falling for for months now.

he knows, and you're fucked.

"i'm gonna, um, head upstairs," you mumble, interrupting joaquín. "just, i dunno, tell them i'm tired, or something."

he calls your name softly as you get up, but you don't turn around. you just make a beeline for the room you've been given—well, the room you and joaquín have been sharing, since sam insisted he'd take the couch for the week. and maybe that's for the best since right now. the thought of sharing a room with sam makes your chest go tight.

you kick past the air mattress on the ground and fall onto the bed with a sharp breath, tugging your knees up to rest your head on them. your eyes are burning and your chest aches from the panic.

do you start packing up now? write a resignation letter while you're at it? surely, sam won't want you in his sister's home knowing you have some stupid school-girl crush on him, much less want to work with you.

or maybe sam will understand. maybe he can move past it like it's nothing. but can you? it's so easy to pretend when he doesn't know, when it's something you have to keep hidden.

now that it's out in the open, is that even a possibility?

there's no moving on from him, as far as your heart is concerned, and that sends a sharp pain lancing through you. a strangled sound fights its way out of your throat.

"it'll all be fine," you keep repeating to yourself, getting up to pace around the room like someone possessed. "it isn't the end of the world. it's just a crush."

it's just a crush on one stupidly good looking, achingly thoughtful, impossibly charming man. he's only the man who gave you a second chance when no one else would, who trusts you to watch his back in the worst situations. you can't think of a reason not to love him, and—oh, shit, is that what this is?

love?

you stop dead in your tracks when you hear a knock on the door. "you alright in there?" comes sam's voice from behind it.

"yeah, fine, just tired!" you reply, voice cracking despite your best efforts to keep it steady.

"yeah, okay," he sounds unconvinced. "can we talk?"

"can, um, can it wait? i just really want to go to bed," and maybe your voice is too honest when you say that, because you hear sam sigh from the other side of the door.

"i don't think it should." a moment goes by, then two, before he speaks up again. "i can stay right out here, if that helps."

and it shouldn't, but it does.

"okay."

"look, joaquín said something earlier, and-" you can hear him shuffling behind the door, and then a quiet thunk on the ground. "i don't want you freaking out about it, so-"

you interrupt him before he can say anything else. "don't worry about it. i'm fine. i'll be fine. i'll just move on, and nothing has to change."

"no, that's not-"

"i promise! just please don't get rid of me, let me stay. i like being at the base, and i like you and joaquín. it'll be like it never even happened." your face is wet with tears, now, and your chest stutters with every breath you take.

"i'm not firing you, dammit!" he huffs. "i was waiting for the right time to say something, until after the mission."

you go quiet, and something nauseatingly hopeful sits heavy in your stomach.

"but i should've said something sooner, because here you are crying because you think i hate you." he makes a sound that sounds almost like a laugh. "you drive me crazy, you know that? you're beautiful, smart, and you're good with my nephews and sarah. and i spent weeks trying to find a way to ask you out but it was one mission after another-"

you fling the door open as he talks, and he must've been sitting against it, because he falls back against the floor with a grunt. he stares up at you wide-eyed and heartbroken, and you stare back, desperately trying to dry your eyes.

"you wanted to ask me out?"

"still do," he says simply. your heart does something funny at that.

he lays still on the floor for a moment, waiting with baited breath for your response.

"okay, i- yeah, okay."

"just 'okay'?"

"jesus, sam, get in here," you say with a laugh, and he gives you a cheeky grin as he stands.

he sits down on the edge of the bed and pats the space next to him, taking your hand in his as soon as you do. his thigh is warm against yours, an insistent, grounding weight.

"sorry for making you cry," he says, voice too quiet and too honest.

"blame joaquín. he's the one who spilled it to you." his thumb rubs over the back of your hand in small circles.

"a-ha! but without joaquín we wouldn't be going out on a date next thursday."

"next thursday?" you shoot him a questioning look.

"i know your schedule. you're free then." but then he pauses. "if you don't have other plans."

"thursday is perfect, sam." he grins and presses a kiss to the top of your hand.

when sarah sees you both the next morning sitting next to each other at breakfast, she looks like the cat who got the cream. she raises an eyebrow at how close you are together, but doesn't say a word until she finds you alone.

"i was right about the not-so-super soldiers then, wasn't i?" and once again, you're left floundering.

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selunefae · 3 days ago

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i would really love to if you could write smut reiner as the reader's husband about him after holding back for a few months after his wife gives birth. with a lil bit lactation kink maybe?

Is it that sweet? I guess so (+18) - Reiner Braun

After months of holding back, your husband Reiner can't stay away from you any longer. You're restless and aching, and he plans to help you out.

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rating: +18, MDNI

word count: 2,272

tags: reiner braun x reader, smut, fem!reader, afab!reader, domestic fluff, dad!reiner

cw: shameless smut, fingering (female receiving), nipple paly and sucking (female receiving), PinV sex, lactation kink, big boobs, size kink if you squint

notes: I had to do a little bit of investigation for this one – I'm a 20yo woman who has never been pregnant. I hope it's accurate enough. I'm aware that first-time sex after giving birth can be painful and uncomfortable, but this is fiction and we all want to feel good, so sorry if it is a little bit unrealistic. I've never read or written any lactation kink fic, but I understand the appeal and I think that maybe I did too much... VERY messy sex is described. I write it with post-canon in mind, but I tried to make it vague enough that the setting can be anything you like. Anyways, hope you enjoy it! (English is not my first language, not beta reader, not proofread)

You roll under the weight of the blankets, arms tightening around your chest as you wince into the pillow. Your breasts ache. The baby had a weird schedule today. She refused the afternoon feeding and fell asleep earlier than usual. Your body had been ready to feed her, but after seeing her sleepy face dozing off, you hadn’t had the heart to wake her up. You shift again, legs tangled in the sheets, trying to distract yourself from the discomfort. But no matter how much you turn, no position eases the dull throb of your full, swollen breasts.

“Mm… you okay?” a deep, groggy voice murmurs beside you.

It’s your husband, Reiner. You must have woken him up from your stupid struggle.

You sigh and nod your head before remembering it’s too dark for him to see. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you whisper. “Don’t worry, go back to sleep.”

He hums, but doesn’t do as you say. Instead, he pulls you closer, one arm sliding around your waist while the other strokes your belly. “Feels like something is wrong.”

You bite your lip.

“It’s nothing, just… I’m a little bit sore,” you admit, brushing a hand over your chest in a helpless gesture. Your shirt is clinging a little too tightly, and the ache manifests again. “She… didn’t eat before bed, and now… I’m kinda… full.”

Reiner goes quiet for a second, his chest still pressed to your back, but his hand doesn't move. He shifts closer, nose deepening between your shoulder blades. When he speaks again, there’s a different edge to his voice. “I can help you.”

Your eyes flick open to the dark ceiling. “Help?”

He nuzzles into the curve of your neck, lips brushing there in a soft kiss. “Yes, let me help you,” he explains as he moves his mouth to the back of your ear. “I haven’t touched you in months. I’ve been trying to be good. I know you needed time to rest. But – fuck – I miss you.”

You stiffen.

It’s not that you don’t want him. You miss his touch, too – but your body doesn’t feel like it used to. There are new lines and softness you’re still learning to live with. Your breasts are heavier, your hips fuller. Maybe he doesn’t like the way that you look anymore.

“I…”

Despite your hesitation, he doesn’t pull away. His hands travel up, cupping you over the thin cotton of your sleep shirt. “C’mon, love. I’ll make it feel good…”

“Reiner…” you start, your voice smaller than ever. “It’s just that…”

You struggle to get the words out. Even if you’ve already accepted the idea that he might not be as attracted to you as he once was, saying it aloud feels like pressing a newly made bruise.

“What if you don’t like me anymore?”

…

Silence.

His hand drops from your chest. A heartbeat later, he pushes himself up on one elbow, and then the mattress dips as he sits fully, knees bent and body half-turned towards you.

“What?” he says, voice tight.

You keep your gaze on the sheets. You’re unable to see his face, but you don’t need to. You already know what kind of expression he has on right now: stern and serious. You feel ridiculous. Fragile. Like if you say one more word, you’ll shatter.

“Hey–hey, look at me,” his hand finds your cheek, and you flinch at the contact. “Babe, no. Don’t say that ever again. You’re beautiful. Of course I still want you. How could I not- ?”

You suck in a breath that burns in your chest. You feel the tears pickling at your eyes. The turmoil of emotions that’s been lingering for weeks finally spills out of your throat:

“You don’t even know that!” You snap, louder than you mean to. “You’re not even seeing me right now!”

He doesn’t say anything, and for a moment, you’re scared you might have done something wrong, shouting at him like that. The tears start pooling in your eyes. With a quiet shift of fabric, Reiner leans across the bed until he can touch the nightstand. You hear him moving until a warm light spills into the room.

Your breath catches.

He’s looking at you.

Really looking at you

His eyes trail up and down, from the strands of your hair fanned out on the pillow to the tip of your toes under the blanket. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks. The light reveals everything: the soft curve of your waist, the stretch marks along your hips and thighs, the milk-damp fabric clinging to your breasts…You cross your arms on instinct, shielding yourself from his intense gaze.

He smirks. Not in the sharp, cocky way he used to in his youth – this one is softer. A little arrogant still, but in the way that comes from knowing exactly what he wants.

“I see my very beautiful wife lying in my bed,” he says, eyes drifting down your body again. “And she just so happens to be in a very sexy state right now.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel nice,” you mumble, trying to hide your shaky voice.

He leans down. One of his large hands wraps gently around your wrists, pulling them away from your chest. The other wipes away a tear that’s slipped down your cheek. He pins your hands softly to the bed, one on each side of your head. His breath is warm against your skin as he dips his head, lips finding the space just behind your ear. “You’ve never been more beautiful,” he whispers. “All this time, and I still can’t believe how I got you to fall in love with me.”

You exhale at that, words caught somewhere between your ribs and throat. Reiner starts pressing kisses from your ear down to your neck, slow and unhurried, like he has all the time in the world. His hands move down, tracing the curves of your body through your shirt.

“I’ll make you feel good, okay?”

You nod lazily, and he doesn't waste another second.

His hands slip under your shirt, cupping your breasts fully. They’re heavy, full of milk and a little firm, but that doesn’t stop him from squeezing them with appreciation, his large hands almost big enough to cover them completely. You gasp. Your body is more sensitive than ever, and even the minimal pressure pulls sounds out of you. His fingers glide upward, feeling the few drops of warm liquid already dampening your areolas. He tweaks your nipples, and milk spurts out in response.

You feel something hard against your thigh.

“R-Reiner –”

“I’m sorry, love.” He grabs the hem of your shirt and tugs it off, eyes hungry as he finally sees everything he’s been aching for. “I’ve been wanting to do this for months.”

He takes one of your nipples into his mouth and starts sucking. His other hand continues giving attention to the other breast, kneading it. He groans when the warm milk touches his tongue and instinctively begins to grind his hips against your leg. You're a moaning mess beneath him, arousal burning hot between your thighs, spreading in slow waves from your core. Your hands find his hair, fingers tangling tightly, holding him there. This is the relief you needed.

“Mm…” he moans, sucking once more before pulling back for air.

His eyes are hazy, cheeks flushed, and there’s a drop of milk slipping from the corner of his mouth; one he quickly licks away with his tongue. Then your mouths crash together. You can taste the sweet, warm liquid on his tongue as he kisses with hunger, tongues fighting for dominance and fluids mixing together. With one swift motion, he pulls down his underwear, cock springing free as the tip hits your thigh from the sudden force. He’s desperate to be inside you, but no matter how many times you’ve done this, you still need a little more prep to take him. His hand moves between your legs, cupping your cunt before he trails your lips with his middle and trigger fingers. His thumb moves to start rubbing circles over your clit, and then he presses two fingers inside of you.

“AH!” You yelp. They slide in easily, but the sensation it’s still intense, your body still getting used to the new way things feel.

He smiles against your lips and starts to move them, slow at first and faster with each passing second. Your breasts press to his chest, nipples grazing skin, adding friction to the rising pleasure. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close, needing more of everything.

“Relax, baby…” he says between kisses, fingers working in and out, in and out, in a hypnotic pace. “I’ll make you come.”

His lips leave your and return to your chest, switching to your still full tit. His mouth latches on, sucking firmly, milking you as his fingers drive into you faster and deeper. “You taste so good…”

He starts sucking with more enthusiasm when he feels your walls clench, and with one flick of your clit, you come.

You let out a loud moan, back arching as your pussy spasms around him. A clear, wet gush coats his hand and wrist, dripping down your thighs. Your nails dig into his back. At the same time, milk spills freely from your nipples, streaking down your chest and spattering Reiner’s face. You look up at him and –

God, he looks wrecked.

His body is covered in a fine sheen of sweat, your release glistening down his arms, and drops of white sizzling down his lips and chin. You’ve never imagined he could look this hot all soaked between your fluids.

The sigh somehow, even though you just came, makes you feel heated up again. You reach for him and start to lick and kiss him all over his face, the mix of his salty sweat and your sweet milk a delicious combination. Your hands find his heavy cock and you start stroking,

“Eager, are we?” he teases, voice hoarse and smiling against your temple.

You’re not in the mood to pout and play, so without a word, you guide his length to your entrance, still slick and sensitive. Then, he sinks into you in one smooth, desperate thrust.

Your eyes roll back at the sudden pressure.

You can feel everything – every thich inch, every throb of his cock. He’s filling you to the brim, the swollen head prodding your cervix. Your body trembles from the stretch, from how perfectly full you feel.

“Fuck, you’re so hot… so beautiful,” he murmurs, hands sliding all over your body. He caresses your waist, your hips, the back of your thighs. He touches you like he’s rediscovering you, like every inch of your body is something worth worship. You whine softly, hips twitching, impatient.

He’s not moving.

You meet his eyes, wide and pleading, the kind of look you know he can’t resist. “Please…”

“Please what?” he growls, lowering his hands to your ass and giving a firm squeeze. He wants to hear you say it.

“Please… fuck me.”

And that’s all he needs.

With a deep groan, he grabs your ass with both hands, lifting your hips slightly and angling them just right, and then starts moving.

The first few thrusts are slow and careful. He’s trying to be gentle, trying to give you time after all these months. But with the way your eyes roll back, your tongue slips past your lips, and the sounds that escape your throat, he can’t hold back for long. Before you know it, he’s fucking you deep and hard, each thrust powerful and hungry, dragging moans from both of you. The headboard bumps faintly with his rhythm, and the room soon fills with the sounds of skin meeting skin.

“God, baby – fuck – I love you,” he groans, burying his face in your neck. “I love every inch of you. I love your pretty face, the sound of your voice… and how this sweet cunt feels around me.”

You moan loudly at his words, arousal spiking even higher. Your fingers clutch the sheets, trying to ground yourself in something real, but it’s all too much. The sight of his body above you, the scent of his skin, the stretch of his cock inside you, it drowns every thought on your mind.

All your previous worries fade away.

“R-Reiner, I’m gonna –” you gasp, the pressure building again, much more intense this time.

He kisses you, muffling your cries, and one of his hands slips between your bodies. He starts rubbing your clit, syncing his rhythm to every thrust.

“That’s it, angel,” he pants, “come for me.”

!!!

Your orgasm crushes into you in violent waves. Your whole body shakes as your walls clamp down around him. You moan into his mouth, thighs trembling, nipples sensitive and tingling. Reiner groans and pulls out just in time, stroking himself with one hand while the other keeps playing with your clit. He finishes over your stomach, thick ropes of cum spilling across your skin.

You both stay like that for a moment. Sweaty, messy, and spent. You’ve never felt more release in months, and your body hums with contentment. Your eyes flutter closed on their own, and you have to fight to keep them open.

“I’ll clean you up,” you hear Reiner say. He strokes your cheek with one of his hands. “You rest.”

You barely notice the mattress shift as he slips out of bed. Your body sinks into a deep slumber, and you can finally rest.

Satisfied and with no aches.

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elliescoquettegirl · 21 hours ago

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ellie williams x fem reader

────────────────────── starting university you thought would fulfill you, the empty void inside you. that changing your whole life would solve your problems. it didn't, it actually made it worse. now you were completely alone, in a place far away from home and everything you once knew. you started working at a bar to fill your empty weekends. that's when you met ellie, your coworker and also someone that studied a year above you. would she perhaps help you fill this void of loneliness and uncertainty of yourself and your future?

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Prologue:

You thought starting university would somehow fill this void inside you. But it didn't. You're even more unsure of yourself and stuck in your own head. Away from your family and friends, in a city you've never been in before. You thought making friends would be easy, but everything feels like a wall around you slowly moving closer, trapping you there. Literature, films and stories of older generations painted it to be one of the best years of your life. Getting in felt good, even if applying there was done on a whim. You were drunk at a bar with your friends when you accepted it. Hearing whispers of something better ahead as you clicked accept.

People in class are passionate about their studies, already having a plan after getting their degree, while you're there planning the next day, hoping to survive. Everyone is so talkative, already hanging out during their free time. Talking about the crazy pub nights they've had during the weekend, when what you've done is just lay in bed. You did join them sometimes, you could tell they wanted to know you but when you were out, everything felt robotic. You laughed when they laughed even if you didn't find something funny. The conversations always ending up being background noise, you'd just nod to make them think you were listening. Your anxiety constantly hanging in the air — thick, inescapable and you breathed it in. Their way of speaking, always signaling how sure of themselves they were. Although there was a possibility of it being a fasade, it didn't stop the insecurity from sinking in.

You got a job at a bar just so you could occupy your weekends with something. The bar was perfect, far away from campus so there would be little to no chance of you running into familiar faces. The thought of having to make small talk, while being stuck there with a classmate making something clench deep in your gut. The only familiar face you'd encounter at work being Ellie that studied a year above you. When you began working there, you would usually leave work at the same time that she arrived, only throwing quick glances at each other. The glances evolving into intense eye contact that would last a bit longer than it should. You were always the one to break the eye contact. Each time you would break it by quickly looking away, give an awkward smile and go back to pretending to focus on whatever you were working on. You probably looked dumb half the time, trying to look focused while cutting up a lemon or cleaning up the bar counter, like that takes any effort.

After those small interactions you would always lay in bed thinking about her. The way she moved with such grace. How she charmed everyone around her, instantly pulling people towards her. She was beautiful, breathtaking even. You liked that her eyes were so expressive and even if you didn't know her, you were certain that you could sometimes read her mind based on those beautiful green eyes. But you were probably just crazy delusional. She's every sapphics dream. Confident but humble, childish and always fooling around but not in an obnoxious way. The two of you barely spoke, just a casual hi or have a good night. She always had a cigarette tucked between her lips and her hair pulled into in a messy half bun. The tattoo on her arm, that she always left exposed with her rolled up shirt sleeves, you would sometimes by pure instinct start drawing in your journal. A moth. You would rip up the pages and throw them in the trash. Like that would change anything about that fact that she was on your mind too much. Someone you barely knew or hadn't even spoken to.

Last week your boss had approached you, asking if you would consider switching schedules with someone else. So now you have been rescheduled to work closing shifts with her every Sunday. Breathing heavily and your legs aching from pedaling on your bike like your life depended on it as you arrived at the bar. The summer's final warmth, your face damp causing your bangs to stick to your forehead. Before walking in you tried to adjust them, this exact moment being a reminder to not cut your bangs again. You had tried to grow them out for a year, failing every time. In a moment of weakness at three am you'd always end up in front of the bathroom, scissor in hand. When you walked into the bar, Ellie was crunched forward, both elbows resting against the table whilst talking to a regular. Ellie cursed, laughed loud and even hit the customer against their shoulder when they said something funny. You wished you could be that relaxed, instead you would just hand them their drinks and speak kindly. Throwing out thank yous. Sometimes, you tried to make an effort but it just seemed too fake and the customers would notice it too. She tilted her head towards you and when you were close enough for her to finally speak, all she said was the obvious, that you were late. Her voice, gentle and raspy. She wore the usual attire, pants and buttoned up shirt, with rolled up sleeves. You didn't bother replying, knowing you would not be quick enough with coming up with a lie as to why you were late. The truth is why you were late was because you kept fixing your appearance.

The bar was practically empty. Usually during shifts like these all you would do was clean off tables or scroll mindlessly on your phone. You start going around the tables and picking up empty glasses and asking if anyone wants something. Someone ordered a glass of wine and when you went behind the counter you couldn't find it.

“I cant find this bottle of wine, are we all out?” you said.

She was still making conversation with the regular, so she excused herself and started scanning the shelves.

“Did you check the wine fridge?” Ellie asked, with a tone that probably wasn't intentional, but one that made you feel stupid. You shook your head confused since you had never been there, which you also told her. She started walking off, signaling for you to go with her. She had such a distinct walking style, if you had seen her in a crowd of people you would know it was her from an instant. Ellie opened the door to a room with fridges filled with beverages. You let out a small laugh, Ellie played with her hands and looked at you.

“Well I feel stupid now” you said.

“Havent you been working here for weeks?”, she said.

“Yeah but nothings been empty?”, you said a bit annoyed. Your arms crossing over your chest, using them as a shield.

“That explains why I've had to fill the shelves a lot more recently” she mumbled, shaking her head jokingly. It was meant as a joke, but it still left you feeling anxious.

“Oh i’m sorry”, you mumbled back covering your mouth with your hand. She walked towards you, took your hand from your face, cupping it with her hands and reassured you that it's fine. She stood so close now, her facial features even prettier up close. She had a few scars, the eyebrow slit you had seen before, which was hot as fuck but she also had smaller ones across her cheek and one under her other eyebrow. You wondered where they came from, you wish you could ask her. She was also studying your features. The sudden ring of the bell at the counter shattered the tension, ending the silent stare off between you two. She let go of your hand, her eyes widening lightly, surprised at her own doing. She lifted her shoulders and tried to brace herself confidently. She let out a quiet awkward laugh, one you have not heard before, not tonight or all the times you have eavesdropped on conversations she had with regulars or other colleagues. This made you feel more sure of yourself in relation to her, having a glimpse of her vulnerability, even if it was just a hint of insecurity for a second.

The rest of the shift was quiet, not an awkward silence though. Her playlist played low throughout the bar speakers. Ellies hand, still imprinted on yours. When customers left and you began closing the tension in the room shifted quickly. Ellie felt tense and she kept dropping things, looking at you to see if you noticed and you pretended not to. You did not really understand what was going on but suddenly it felt like maybe she was feeling exactly like you were. But perhaps she was tired, it was past midnight after all. You're scrubbing off sticky liquor from a table when Ellie finally breaks the silence.

“Are you doing something tonight?” she said with a low tone, scratching her neck.

You replied with a "no" that sounded too desperate.

“Alright then let's go” she grinned and grabbed her leather jacket from a bar stool. The leatherjacket you had seen her wear once when she passed by you as you were heading home. The jacket looked worn but not by her, from someone else. Still, it sat on her like it was made for her. You tossed the rag into the sink and grabbed your things. You didn't know where you were going but she walked towards her car.

The drive was peaceful. The same playlist again and her humming along to the songs. One hand on the steering wheel and her tattooed arm rested on her thigh. She kept looking over and opening her mouth several times, like she was gonna say something but then decided not to. Eventually she did though.

"So why have you never tried to speak to me?” she asked, with one eyebrow tilted up slightly, teasingly.

“I don't know?” you said with the know drawn out. You knew why but of course you couldn't tell her. She studied you and it felt like she saw through that answer.

Just as you thought that she said “That's not an answer” while lighting a cigarette. This woman was like a goddamn chimney. She always smelt like cigarettes, a smell you usually hated, but on her it was fine. She also smelt like chestnut? Woody? You swore it smelled like this one margiela fragrance you had tried on once.

“I really don't know Ellie” you said with annoyance. The way her name rolled on your tongue felt so right.

Ellie didn't say anything, too focused on parking her car. And perhaps not in the mood to try getting a forced answer out of you — perhaps she already knew.

The bar was dark, echoes of drunk voices everywhere. Why were there so many people drunk on a sunday, you thought. But maybe just like you, they had just finished their shift with their hot coworker that they can't stop thinking about. The thought of that calms you down in some weird way. That everyone else in there, drowned their utter panic from the intimidation of someone else in alcohol just like you were about to. It was crowded and Ellie grabbed your hand as she guided you to the bar counter. It happened too fast, you didn't have time to react or even notice. The bartender recognized her and skipped other people waiting in line, just to take her order. She got you both whiskey neat which was bold of her to assume that is something you drink, but she was right. When you were seated you drank fast, big gulps, throat burning. Touching your hair, adjusting your clothes and looking around anxiously.

Ellie let out a tiny wheeze and said “relax”. You were being so easy to read right now.

You said “I am relaxed”.

Ellie shrugged and kept up to your drinking pace. Three glasses down and conversation suddenly was a lot easier. Not the conversation turning into background, no fake smiles. You could be yourself for the first time in a long time. Your whole body warm, drunk on her and the whiskey. She asked you about why you chose this major, instead of making it a simple answer you started rambling, because you felt comfortable with her, because you were drunk. You spoke about the major and everything else. You talked about how you were kind of regretting it. You told her about your other aspirations, that there were so many choices but only one life and so many opportunities. You spoke about Sylvia Plath's fig tree, how depressing it is that you only get to live so little in such a short time and that every choice you make is so important. How are you supposed to choose just one or a few things? Caught up in your own drunk slurring words, she interrupted you.

“Rather melodramatic aren't you?” she said as she leaned closer to you. Her green eyes pierced into yours. The tone in which she had said it had your thighs burning and her cold hand brushed against it in circular motions until it eventually stayed there. She studied your reaction as her other hand played with her glass. You literally cannot come up with a response, your mind completely blurred and body reacting in such a strong way it's affecting your cognitive function. She stood up, grabbing your hand again, leading you out the door of the bar.

The sound of drunk voices slowly disappearing, the closer you got to her car. She pinned you against it. Her hands, like clockwork, landed instantly on your hips. Her grip was hard, pinching your hipbone, like she was afraid you might run away. She smirked at you and leaned in slowly, her lips crashing into yours. You could taste the cigarette and liquor on her lips. Despite her mouth being filled with smoke at any given moment, her mouth was still damp and her tongue soft, in your mouth. Soft moans in between the wet noises of your lips clashing back and forth, exchanging saliva. You bit her lower lip gently and she whimpered. The kiss was interrupted by loud drunken laughs in the distance. Ellie looked back and then at you again. Her gaze shifting between your lips and eyes. She grabbed the side of your neck and gently rubbed it with her thumb. Her body, still pinned tightly against you. You were scared she could feel your pulsating clit through your two layers of fabric — which of course wasn't possible.

She opened the door to the backseat of her car and pushed you, getting on top of you. The kiss and the touching all felt so desperate. You had been yearning for this and so had Ellie. Her hands were moving everywhere frantically, going up and down your ribs, stroking over your breast. Your hands traveling up and down her back, grabbing her hair and stroking her jaw with your thumb. She stroked circles on your inner thigh while placing kisses down your jaw. The air in the car is humid, your bodies sweaty. Ellie took off your shirt and pants desperately and the sight of you in only your lingerie made her clit pulsate and her already damp underwear even more soaked. You were delusional enough that you had put on your sluttiest underwear, daydreaming of the possibility of her undressing you tonight — after all maybe you weren't delusional when you made that move. She took off your bra. Placing kisses on your breast, cupping the other with her hand, pinching your nipple. Soft moans escaping your mouth. She made soft hums with her raspy voice, you could literally come right there on the spot. You were high on the arousal, her hand drowsily moving towards your aching pussy. Your hips working their way towards her hand.

“So impatient” she murmured into your breasts leaning in to kiss you.

“Oh shut up”, was the only thing you could come up with as a response.

You unbuttoned her pants which made her gasp into your mouth. She slid down your panties, caressing your slick warmth with tenderness.

She moaned out “So wet for me already?” in between your kisses. Ellie was wet too and you both in sync started rubbing each others clit. The sound of messy moans and distant chatter from people outside the bar was the only thing you could hear. Every move Ellie made was completely right. You hadn't been this horny in months and if she didn't stop you would come. In order to save yourself from not ruining this sacred hot moment by already coming, you sat up and pinned her down instead. Quickly taking off her pants and unbuttoning her shirt. Revealing her whole tattoo and her toned stomach. You almost moaned at the sight. Ellie, so turned on by your sudden move to pin her down, watch as your hands travel across her body. You kiss down her neck and bite her ear lightly, causing her to whimper. Your drunk sloppy kisses traveled across her toned stomach. Murmurs of your name in between her soft moans. You pull off her soaking panties and start placing kisses on her inner thigh, her hips jolting towards your face in an attempt for her pussy to reach your mouth.

“So impatient” you say, face buried between her thighs, repeating what she had said to you before. You placed soft kisses across her soaked pussy, and slowly started using your tongue. Ellie grabbed your hair into a bun in her hand, grasping onto to it harder when your tongue found her right spots. You didn't mind the pain, it was proof of the pleasure you were giving her. You looked up, her eyes already piercing into you. She yanked your face into her pussy, buring you there.

“You look so good eating me out” she said, you whimper into her pussy from her intoxicating words. Her thighs pressed against your cheeks. The way they started to shake after a few minutes. Her moans becoming loudier and messier.

“Feels so good, keep going like that” she said. You moaned loud into her pussy, swaying and buckling your own hips, trying to chase any kind of stimulation. The pace of your tongue increasing, as you started rubbing with your fingers against her entrance. Her gaze never left you, eyebrows furrowed and mouth agape. You entered her slowly, watching her eyes roll back. Your fingers pumping in and out her, hitting that spongy spot. She didn't need to tell you she was coming, you could feel it. Her pussy clenching. You looked up to see her head leaned back, eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed and mouth agape. Messy moans and curse words are all that can be heard along with the wet noises from her pussy. The pace of your tongue and fingers slowing down, helping Ellie ride out her high.

When she came undone for you, you wiped off some of her residue off your face and reached for her lips. The kiss was sloppy, her lips warm and soft. She sat up slowly, eyes not leaving yours and clapped on her thigh lightly as she spread them.

“Come here” she said.

You did what you were told and you straddled her, kissing her passionately, her fingers entering inside you with no warning. She commented on how wet you were for her. You jolted back a bit and began swaying your hips in sync of her fingers pumping in and out of you. Ellies unoccupied hand cupping your ass, slapping it lightly. Strands of salvia between you when your lips part in inbetween kisses. And the taste of her pussy lingering on both your lips from before. She rubs your clit with her thumb in slow circular motions. Your mouth is dry from moaning so much. She watches you the whole time. The faces you make as desperate sounds come from you. How her tattooed arm looks placed between your thighs. The way your breasts bounce as you ride her fingers. You burrowed yourself in her neck, moaning into her ear. She grabbed your jaw and told you to open your mouth, when you did, she spit in it. You moaned, it was all you could do. You've never had something so filthy done to you before and it turned you on immensely. You break the kiss and look down at her. The sight of her beneath you, sweaty with her brows furrowed, her bottom lip in between her teeth, focused on your pleasure. She's so fucking beautiful. Your body is so tense, pleasure overwhelming, you could fall apart on her at any moment. She felt it too. Electricity sending throughout your whole body. Your eyes never leave hers. You moaned out her name and god knows what else, your mind clouded with pleasure.

You came, hard, Ellie praising you through it. “Thats it come for me” she said.

When you were done, she gently pulled her fingers out of you which caused you to shiver. You kissed, slowly, with no rush this time. The air and your lips filled with the aftertaste of both your orgasms and cigarettes.

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wrote this a month ago but been too nervous to post but fuck it. second time ever writing smut or even a fic (for others to see). english isn't my first language and i'll gladly take constructive criticism. i'm still trying to find my own writing style and this is something i do for fun and don't take seriously. also feel free to send me requests, could be a good way for me to train my writing <3 thank you to my friend for telling me about her gay panic over her coworker that totally inspired this fic.

also let me know if anyone would be interested in being tagged in the first chapter — if write one.

tag: @erensfart @anneboleynluvr @faggot1234

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catsandclassics · 3 days ago

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Random Trevor Lefkowitz Headcanons

(Yes, he has some good angst ones too, because I have zero chill)

*He has Bipolar II . This isn’t something he ever really discusses or even acknowledges, except on very rare occasions. It’s still something he finds very embarrassing & kept it very hidden from his bros, to the point of not medicating or receiving treatment for it. The only people he’s mentioned it to are Alberta, Hetty, and Sas. (I’ll probably write up something on just the Bipolar II at another point. Sadly, it explains a lot of ‘plot holes’ with Trevor & is almost a little too on point 😭)

*He died with cigarettes & a lighter in his pocket. American Spirit blues. He has only ever shared them with Hetty because he doesn’t want everyone else globing onto him.

*unfortunately, he left the cocaine in his pants pocket. Adam Pinkus had a fun ride home.

* Adam was one of the only true friends he had made in a long time. Perhaps his only true friend in his adult life.

*As much as he wishes he could have gotten to know Abby, he’s glad that Adam had raised her. He simply could not handle being a dad at that time, let alone many other things. He knows Adam was more equipped to handle fatherhood and marriage than he was at that point.

*He had totally forgotten who Laurie Goldstein was. He’s pretty ashamed of that, but super thankful for Adam.

* Hetty was actually his longest relationship. Yes, even longer than the girl he had moved in with for a bit.

* He’s been in love with Hetty since he died. He was just super weird about it for, like, 22 years. And he still is.

* The reason why the “Good Luck Chuck” situation actually upset him, was because he was upset about how Hetty wanted to get sucked off, despite how they were together. He had been spending a lot of time helping Thor through his grief with Flower, and couldn’t stand the idea of having to go through that as well. But, that was more emotion than he was comfortable with, so he just kinda spun out and got angry.

*It’s not that he didn’t see the chord. He just rationalized that it was from something else (like a part of her outfit),…anything else.

*The reason why Trevor said he didn’t want to get back together with Hetty was because he didn’t want to risk them breaking up again. It makes sense in his mind.

*Pretty much, Trevor sucks at emotion, but we all know this.

*He can only fall asleep with the tv on in the background.

* He’s completely over Bela romantically. He was never actually super into her, but more the idea of feeling “alive” again. He does care about her, though. However, it’s more in an “older brother” way, as Bela reminds him a lot of Jeremy.

* He really wants Jay to like him, and is upset that Jay kinda dismisses him, especially when he feels he’s gone out of his way to be more helpful to Jay than Pete has. He really wants to impress Jay and win him over.

*The Elias thing is complicated. Obviously, he hates the guy. However, Elias reminds him a lot of Ari, so despite absolutely hating him, there’s a small amount of him that wants to impress Elias in a “you’re my only worthy opponent” sort of way. Deep down, he fears he might have turned out like Elias if he had not died when he did. (Ok, not so much a headcanon, as a lot of that comes from one of Asher’s interviews.)

* He’s actually super into ornithology.

* At some point he started writing poetry on the iPad in the kitchen. He will deny that for all eternity. It’s actually pretty good.

…..I have a bunch more that I’ll probably add on later. But that’s all for now.

#cbs ghosts #ghosts cbs #trevor lefkowitz #hetty woodstone #hetty x trevor #h$#trevor x hetty #h money #cbsghosts #Trevor Lefkowitz character study #Trevor Lefkowitz headcanon #cbs ghosts headcanon

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wrongbodies · 3 days ago

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When We Last Met... "Last to Drink" Part 3

To any outsider, the classroom would appear fairly inconspicuous. There were 7 boys and 1 teacher within, speaking quietly. They could be discussing classwork, or being tutored for all an outside observer might know.

What the assembled group actually discussed was very much out of the understanding of most people. The very idea that magic could exist was not a common belief among the students and staff of the school. That these folks in the classroom were all very much aware of the existence of magic, and victims of said magic, would be even more far-fetched.

Thankfully, the group of switched-up individuals were safely undisturbed by passerby, the last bell of the day having rung - signalling that the weekend had begun. The discussion was a mix of different emotions. Some were calm, like Jordan and Lance. They both were comfortable in their own bodies, even if Lance wanted to bag some girls while he possessed essentially the lamborghini equivalent of bodies at their school. Jordan was keen on getting back, he had a swim meet coming up and wasn't sure he could trust Lance to win it for him.

Kyle and Bobby were opposite in their feelings. Kyle was fine with being in a different body. He learned a few things about himself while chilling in Bobby's goodie-two-shoe body. For one, he discovered he was Bisexual, or Pansexual. He never had an issue with LGBTQ+ folk, he was pretty progressive - being a stoner and all. But when he saw all of Bobby, and he truly meant ALL, he was turned on. He was not afraid to return to being Kyle in body and name, but was wondering if he'd have better odds in Bobby's golden boy form.

Bobby on the other hand was ready to "go home" as it were. He was disgusted daily by his body, by the general lack of care that Kyle had, and mostly that he missed his family and feeling safe in his faith and home. He was antsy to swap back.

Cole and Mr. Laskey also felt at odds, unknowingly, with their swapping back. Cole was feeling much out of place having to pantomime an adult life, one that was already established and frankly a bit sad. With no wife or partner to speak of, and an empty house only populated by the trappings of a boring teacher... he had been miserably lonely. He also was a teenager inside, and having to face the troubles of a middle-aged man was too much, too fast. He wanted to make it there on his own, in his own body. Not shunted in dramatically and assuming someone else's mid-life crisis.

But then, Mr. Laskey was of course delighted to have youth once more. Even if Cole was no athlete like Jordan or Lance, he was still mostly a blank slate that - in the absence of much life experience - he could mold to suit his dreams and desires. The only issue that tickled at the back of his mind was an annoying little thing called a conscience. He knew that morally, this was a terrible thing to keep from a child on the precipice of ascending to their own young adulthood. That he'd be robbing some of the best years of Cole's life, and worse yet - dropping him into the self-made loneliness he had for his own life. If there was an idea to keep this body, it was challenged strongly by his moral compass. But it still left him feeling uncertain.

Lastly, Brent and Jasper had their own opinions about the swap back. Jasper was conflicted, mostly because he sympathized with Brent's situation. The longer he had endured Brent's lackluster parents, the more he became convinced that Brent would not have the courage to stand up for himself and come out, proudly. But... he did have that courage. That bravado that a highly proud, self-confident gay man was often stereotyped to have. He may have lost his magnificent cheekbones and carefully conditioned hair, the effete and smooth body that he was meticulously preparing for all his future encounters... he was actually tempted to keep Brent's life. Brent was no athlete, but he had broader shoulders, and was clearly destined to be taller than Jasper would ever be, should he return to his own body. This body, with some work, could be something to show off. Stripping away the bland, safe persona, he could be a hot twunk, ready to explode onto the scene in college. Oh, and college was a very exciting and enticing prospect. He'd have to wait 3 more years as Jasper. But Brent? He was already accepted and lined up for his post-high school education.

Brent would be surprised if he knew how much Jasper actually wanted to keep their bodies as they were. Brent had successfully enjoyed his time in Jasper's cute body. He felt like was what he had always wanted. An object of desire for the men he wanted to court, and able to enjoy the passions that he was always disallowed from. Theater was a revelation, he had fallen in love with acting... and Jasper could sing. Truly, marvelously, he could sing with a beautiful tenor voice. While there were stumbles as he acclimated to the body and experiences, the improvements in less than a week of effort were dramatic, and friends of Jasper took notice. The compliments rolled in, and made Brent feel all the better about being in this smaller body.

As each member of the group considered their feelings and desires, Mr. Laskey's body, with Cole's mind in control, spoke up.

"I need to swap back. I can't handle being an adult, you guys. I'm going to re-" Cole started before getting cut off. Lance in Jordan's body hit him with his elbow in the ribs.

"We all want to swap back, Cole! We just need to figure out how." Lance said, giving a piercing look to Cole. Lance figured they'd have a lot of shit to deal with if they were found out about having caused the body swap intentionally.

"I need to go back, too. I feel so gross all the time." Bobby said, grimacing with Kyle's face. "But... what were you going to say, Cole?"

"Oh, uh - nothing!" Cole sputtered.

"I don't think it's nothing." Mr. Laskey said, from Cole's body, a half smile creeping across his face. It was apparent he connected some dots, but the original 4 boys didn't pick up on it.

"No, I assure you. It's nothing..." Cole said, shrugging.

"So how did you do it?" Mr. Laskey asked. "It clearly was something to do with the dance. What caused it?"

Brent, Cole, Lance, and Kyle all went wide-eyed. Blood drained from their borrowed faces.

"Wait a minute. Are you suggesting they caused this?!" Bobby asked.

"Motherfuckers!" Jordan erupted. He wasn't one to anger, but this situation warranted it. "You sick fucks stole our bodies, on purpose?!"

"Hey, it wasn't like we targeted you intentionally!" Brent said, throwing his hands up defensively.

"Then why are we the lucky ones swapped around?" Jasper asked, finally speaking up despite a deluge of feelings.

"We did a little experiment, a harmless prank!" Cole explained, starting to perspire.

"Well, enlighten us then. How did you do this?" Mr. Laskey asked again, sounding venomous.

"It's this potion I found. When you drink it, whoever drinks it next switches with you!" Cole answered, sounding terrified. He wasn't one to do well under pressure.

"So you spiked the punch, I'm guessing?" Mr. Laskey deduced.

"That's right. I know it wasn't cool, but we were always going to switch back." Brent said, earnestly.

"I'll believe it when I see it." Bobby said, still looking disgusted with himself.

"Ok, I have the potion right here. Who is first?" Cole said, slipping the bottle out of his pocket. It was half-full.

"I need to go first, don't make us wait." Bobby demanded, striding confidently forward, grabbing Kyle's arm on the way. They both took a carefully poured sip, and in a moment a familiar look came upon them. Bobby looked down at his torso, and held his hands in front of him.

"Thank you, Jesus. I am back." Bobby said, relieved. "I never want to talk to any of you again, you assholes!"

Bobby threw the door open and dashed out, leaving the other 7 looking bemused. Lance felt Jordan push past him. "I'm next. Get over here, Lance."

Lance sheepishly approached the bottle, and the two of them repeated the same action. And once again, when Jordan was restored to his body, he exited quickly, a glare tossed towards them as he pushed the door open.

"Geez. We really fucked up, didn't we?" Lance said. He was looking the most guilty. Kyle seemed utterly unfazed. Cole and Brent were still in their wrong bodies.

"Mr. Laskey, let's get this over with. Then Jasper and Brent can." Cole said, approaching his true body.

"Sounds good..." Mr. Laskey said. Everything looked kosher, he stood and outstretched his hand to take the bottle. But once it was firmly in his hand, he twisted his body and wound up - throwing the bottle with all his force at the painted cinder block wall.

"Nooooo!" Cole shouted. "Why did you do that?!"

"I'm a kid again, that's why. I can't go back." Mr. Laskey explained. A gnawing feeling radiated from the back of his mind, telling him he did something terrible. And yet, another part was giddy. He was young again, and blessed with another chance.

Jasper and Brent could only stare. They felt their hearts falling into the pit of their stomach. The potion was seeping down the wall, pooling around the shattered glass remnants of the bottle. After what felt like ages, they turned and looked at each other.

"Should we... lick it off the wall? The floor?" Jasper asked, his voice shaking a bit.

"That could be dangerous..." Brent said, crossing his arms and squeezing his - Jaspers - upper arms, feeling how thin they were.

"We could stay like this?" Jasper breathed. Brent felt his lungs catching.

"You wouldn't mind?" Brent asked back. The question caused Jasper to raise an eyebrow. Clearly intuiting that Brent wanted this, he nodded. He reached over and grabbed his old hand and squeezed. "I guess this means you're Jasper now. And I'm Brent."

Brent felt his cheeks warming, and a glowing sensation that he could only ascribe to as peace settled through him. He was going to be ok, being out and able to experience his life in high school all over again. He wasn't going to miss out on the chances he never took before. He squeezed Jaspers - or should we call him Brent now - hand back.

"What the fuck. What are we going to do? Get over here and lick this shit up with me!" Cole barked at Mr. Laskey, who sneered back at him.

"No. I'm not going to do that. Instead, I'm going to go home to MY house. I am Cole now. Forever and always. And you are a sad, tired old teacher who has no one and nothing. And deep down, you'll always know you did this to yourself." Mr. Laskey said, sounding malevolent.

Jasper and Brent turned their attention back to the other two. The new Brent asked: "Are you seriously going to leave him like that?"

Mr. Laskey turned, a sinister smile on his face. He simply nodded, before striding out of the classroom. The last of the group still standing there, looked at Cole, now seemingly permanently trapped in Mr. Laskeys body. Expressions of horror and shock were painted on every face. Even Kyle had nothing funny to say.

(Not sure if I'll continue this. I could explore the aftermath, but I'm considering moving on to other ideas.)

#body swap #bodyswap #malebodyswap #maletransformation #male body swap #gay #body switch #body theft

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mai505 · 3 days ago

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Now playing || Jealous by Eyedress

Favourite Fruit (3)

“You know those are a silent death” Jonny accused , his eyes clearly judging Simon as he rattlers the packet of cigarettes in his jacket pocket. Humming to himself he grabs his jacket from the overrun chair.

He walks down the now familiar hallways each turn carful with Pression. He hasn’t seen the pretty nurse in a while him still yet leaving around the same time to go to what he subconsciously considered their spot.

Outside she once again was no where to be seen. He smoked the cigarette way longer than he should have taking his time carefully smoking till the end. She didn’t show his second cigarette already a dying stump. Finnaly the doors opened with a creak as her head pushed out.

“Well hello again Simon” she smiled brightly as he fought hard to not reincorporate her contagious smile. Grunting in reply she took it as her queue to sit next to him. Carefully she balanced on the grey wall as she flicked the stump out of his hand” That’s done anyways what you wanna eat it next” “ I payed good money for that might as well finish it properly” he recountered.

“Could be doin something smart with that money” she mustered holding up her steaming paper cup to him. “ Not a big fan of coffee” he replied. “ Me neither this is tea” she shrugged. Picking his curiosity he softly took the warm cup taking a carful sip” bloody hell that’s terrible” she fained hurt her hand reaching for the cup once more “ Rude a simple thank you would have been enough”

Silence fell over the pair her sipping her tea in peace him staring at the moving by cars a flash of colours and lights.

These meeting slowly turned into a habit each of them either already waiting for the other. The grey block of concrete officially their spot as they spent her lunch break engaged in meaningless conversation an simply exchange of horrid thoughts of easy silence.

It was well over two weeks since Simon had met her and subconsciously let her into this passage of his life. He often looked forward to his little meeting with her something he would never confess to anyone let alone himself. Yet Jonny had notice the lack of Simon in his room as he kept leaving at the same time everyday and stayed away for only an hour before returning only to leave home. Almost like Simon followed a schedule.

This time he was the first to be there as he silently waited lighting one of his cigarettes. The door opened right on queue Simon not even turning his hews knowing it was her. “Walk me to the corner restraunt ,am in the mood for Chinese” she questioned. He wordlessly replied grabbing the packet from next to him following in her steps. “Geuss what” she started out as they took the path down from the hospital heading to a corner restraint all to familiar with the pair their craving for the greasy food something they often indulged in.

He simply hummed in reply placing his hands in his pockets the cold bitting at his revealed skin. “ Got a guy in today about 20 stuck a Thootbrush you know up there” she made a unrecognisable hand motion. Simon muffled a chuckle as she rolled her eyes “yeah you find that funny no? Belive me the doctor didn’t”

“ ‘m not laughing love” he grinned.

“You’re awful” she muttered turning her head away from him.

They continued their little journey to the shop of d delights. “So I’ve got this thing right and I know I wouldn’t really say we were friend - well no I would say we are friends just not those kind of friends - god I haven’t even seen ur place I mean you could be serial killer for all I know but the thing is tha-“ “ Breathe love” he muttered as to stop her rambling.

“I’ve got a date” she finally let go. His body went rigid as he slightly flinched at her words. “Date?” he spat the words as if they had personally offended him. “ Yeah this guy some med student I think he asked me” she seemed giddy wringing her hands smiling brightly up at Simon. His thoughts blanked. He knew they weren’t together barely friends yet why did this feel like a punch in the gut. “Well have fun” he replied coldness covering his tone. “ I hope it will be I mean he is kind of cute” she still had that stupid smile on her face as she continued talking not realising Simon yet so slightly breaking with every word.

But who was he kidding she was pretty she was kind she was young of course she would rather go for the preppy med student in comparison to him. A man who had sold his soul to the state. He sharply turned making her stop as well. “ Where are you going?” She asked softly. “I’ve got a thing” he muttered not sparing her a glance as he walked away ignoring her calls for his name.

Reaching the hospital he walked up the quick flight of stairs. “You’re back soon” Jonny teased. Simon ignored him grabbing his cigarettes and broken phone for the table harshly. “Mate whas wrong with yer?” Jonny asked bothered by Simon’s agitated demeanour. “Nothing Mactavish” he snapped slamming the door on his way out.

#simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon riley x oc #simon ghost x you #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley cod #simon ghost riley #cod x reader #ghost cod #cod

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fandoms-in-law · 3 days ago

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A Chain is Forged

Summary: Steve had noticed the webs of connections that meant the Upside Down was involved increasing, growing in prevalence around the town. He'd thought Starcourt Mall was safe from them. He didn't like learning that was because the webs were focused far underneath it.

Part of my witch Steve AU: au idea, Nets& Webs

Author's note: I have 3 more parts of this in the works. I just can't motivate myself to get them properly finished so thought posting this might help.

When he was told to get a job Steve wondered if he should have carried on retying his parents connections to him for the first time in years. He doubted it would change anything though, so carried on accepting the instruction.

If he did a couple of charms to ensure wherever accepted his application couldn’t be brought or bullied by his parents and should be somewhere he could find more important connections for himself, well, that was nobodies business but his own.

He hadn’t expected Scoops Ahoy to be the one that stuck though.

Thinner than a spiders thread but still strong; that was the connection that Steve saw appear for his coworker the day he started with Scoops Ahoy and it confused him.

There were two other staff members they might work with and both of them had embroidery floss connections, easily snapped, so he wasn’t sure why Robin was different, beyond the likelihood they’d share the most shifts together.

“Enough staring at the air, Harrington. We’ve got customers incoming.” She clicked where he’d been debating the string before pointing over the counter.

Perhaps the difference was that she didn’t care about who he’d been in school one bit and, even if she seemed to dislike him, was getting to honestly know him.

At least the mall didn’t appear to be a focus of the webs at the moment too.

Steve had looked after the first time they dealt with the Upside Down and spiders could build their webs quickly. Once when Nancy was trying to make him study in the library he’d even found a book that mentioned caves made of spiders webs.

It only made him call the web of the Upside Down’s connections a web more resolutely, but also he worried that would be the fate of Hawkins. It meant he kept watch on the connections around him, hoping they would never be swallowed into the web of monsters the lab had brought to it.

Each time he saw more webs appearing he wanted to tear and break them, but couldn’t bring himself to do so. What worse thing could doing that thoughtlessly cause?

“I don’t think we’re going to be heroes, Dustin.” Steve groaned.

He’d thought there was no chance the Russians had anything to do with the mess of webs the lab had caused growing recently; had hoped the webs that were near the mall were because of the tunnels from last time since none ever seemed to be in the building except when the kids and their connections from fighting it were around.

But now Erica and Robin were touching the web and they hadn’t left the damn lift yet.

“Doubted you would from the start. The army doesn’t like small town kids getting honours over them for this shit.” Robin quipped, “Why have you seen sense now?”

He shrugged, trying to think up a plausible excuse, “Unless we’re lucky hiding whenever those doors open we’re more likely to just be missing people, right now.”

“Then let’s get hiding places sorted now!” Dustin insisted, jumping up and looking at the various things in the lift with them.

Steve wasn’t hopeful that any hiding place would be good enough to save them.

Their hiding places had only delayed this. Stopping Dustin and Erica from getting captured too was barely a victory and Steve no longer cared about the damage he could be doing.

He was captured, had no guarantee the kids were safe and was certain that Robin wasn’t, so he was going to fight with every method he could.

His hands might’ve been restrained but he cut and hacked at every string, thread and rope the Russians in his cell had. They deserved no connections and he’d do all he could to make it so.

He’d answer questions, obscure anything he knew and tear away, seeing the changes, the anger and pain the bastards would never understand.

Even when they knocked him out he was grimly satisfied knowing he’d done more damage to them than any pain they could be putting Robin through or his kids might face.

There was another rope among his connections: That was Steve’s first thought when he woke after the torture, feeling the weight of his connections before any physical sensations.

He was right but also wrong. There was a new rope there, pulling off into the Russian basement, probably to Erica, he thought when he opened his eyes, but the weight came from a chain going behind him to Robin as she babbled pleas for him to wake up and threats to their capturers.

“I didn’t want the web to get you; To get anyone else.” Steve muttered into the toilet. Throwing up wasn’t fun, even if the high from whatever they’d been given had been and he blamed those two things for the empty belief that he could talk to the toilet in place of Robin and she wouldn’t hear.

Robin let out a confused grunt, “What web? Are you still drugged?”

“Yeah, throwing up doesn’t get rid of something injected. Are we still telling the truth?” He asked, glad there wasn’t any compulsion to explain more.

“Try lying to me, about whatever web you mentioned, maybe?” She offered, a thud suggesting she’d kicked her legs up the cubicle wall.

He groaned, deciding to give it a go and hoping she’d let him end after one sentence. Coming down from a beating and drugs was not how he wanted to explain his powers to anyone. “That’s what connections to the Upside Down look like. Okay, you tell me something now.”

“Not something you want to explain?” She wryly muttered, “Ask me something. I don’t know what to say.”

Steve shrugged, “When was the last time you wet yourself?”

He was listening and taking part in the conversation to the best of his abilities. He wanted to understand what Robin was saying and how she reacted to the confession he found himself making, but the chain distracted him.

It had changed colour when he described Robin as his crush, thrumming with emotion, and with everything they’d just gone through he couldn’t remember what a murky dark blue usually meant beyond that he’d usually been the one it came from in the past. It had been years since he’d seen the shade though: Of that Steve was sure.

He much preferred the rich green it became when he joked about Tammy being a dud, a playful, joyful colour that he tried to get the kids to show as often as he could.

The Upside Down was shut down and Steve hoped it would be for good now. Lingering webs did not support that hope, but at least they were far far fewer than had been around Hawkins just a few days before.

After the fire, Steve had gotten home late and only just mustered up the energy to shower before curling into his bed, whining when his injuries made getting comfortable so much more difficult.

He hadn’t been surprised that Robin called and then got her Dad to bring her over early the next morning and was actually more surprised that Dustin and Erica hadn’t tried the same thing. They had both radioed him instead, checking he was alive and updating him on anyone else they’d spoken to that morning. Erica did complain that now she had to copy her brother in asking for a radio which wasn’t cool at all.

“Why are there stones in your sofa, Steve?” Robin called, having been set on collapsing onto a couch while he got drinks and snacks.

Steve smiled at the question since most people didn’t notice them at all. “They’re crystals. Dad hates them.” He knew that wasn’t an explanation, but wanted to go into explaining how he could see connections as well as witchcraft slowly, with humour if possible now.

“Why are you hiding crystals in your sofa then?” Robin asked, watching as he carried the tray he’d put together through.

He shrugged after putting the tray down to avoid anything spilling, “First it was because they’re meant to encourage peace and communication but now it’s because my parents stay here less when I’ve got them placed. My dad is anything but peaceful apparently.”

“Is that like, witch stuff?” Her nose scrunched as if just asking that was absurd.

He nodded, “Yeah, but not to the extent you’re probably imagining now.”

She straightened, leaning towards him, looking eager, “Explain.”

A week had past since they fought the mindflayer and Robin became the first person Steve fully explained his witchcraft too and one thing kept confusing Steve.

Usually if a connection confused him, he’d have to just watch, try and learn from seeing how the person it was for interacted, and make guesses, but this was multiple connections and he could talk to Robin about them now.

That was why after all the kids had been with him for the afternoon, he began, “I don’t get it. The connections didn’t change.”

Robin looked from him, to the door as if one of the kids would come back in to explain, “What connections?”

“To Hopper.” Steve pointed out the door. “Nobodies connections changed except growing sad.”

She frowned at him, stating as if he was missing something obvious, “Well, he did die.”

“These aren’t connections to someone dead! I’ve seen those with Barbara Holland and Bob Newby. They change when someone dies. Hopper’s haven’t.” He folded his arms with a huff, “And I don’t get it.”

“Do you think he survived?” Robin asked slowly, but had to follow it up with the obvious next question, “Why wouldn’t he have come to us then?”

Steve looked at her thinking, his expression slowly getting sadder, “I’m going to strengthen those connections and do everything I can to send him help, but yeah, I guess the happier alternative for now is depressingly that he died.”

#stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #dustin henderson #platonic stobin #erica sinclair #scoops troop #witch steve harrington #through and post season 3

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audoneout · 1 year ago

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did brennan lee mulligan really just hard launch that him and Izzy have a kid now through a fucking bit of Lou and all the guests on the Fireside Chat rescuing him from the Panamanian jungle and he has a baby now in an audio format

#side note I do genuinely love when people hard launch the baby instead of every second being documented and posted online #love that for them #the fucking improv comedians would announce the welcome of a whole human being through a fucking bit #and that bit was made up of other bits that have been going even longer #glad to see the return of tomahawk tho #brennan lee mulligan #fireside chat #so excited for them but they are so committed to the bit that they’re using it as a storytelling device for their own life announcements #exposition is hard tbh

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arolesbianism · 3 months ago

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Oh god is that a comicfrin drawing where they have whimsy quick someone throw that guy into a decades long timeloop

#keese draws #new game+#grips sink and tries not to cry #isat #ok anyways I just drew this because I wanted to try out an isat profile html someone on toyhouse made #plus I’ve been rotating early on less completely fucked up chou in my mind recently #anyways did you know that comicfrin (at least in one panel) doesn’t wear gloves? fun stuff #oh wait speaking of forgot to tag them #comic siffrin #anyways important note! them looking less disheveled than siffrin is on purpose #chou started off their loops Far more mentally stable than siffrin and actually managed pretty well their first run through #it still was rough and they still were a bit of a sad wet trembling puppy abt it but they were generally doing just fine #they didn’t even go on a self loathing monologue after their first death! who is this guy!#dw the self loathing is still there it just takes a bit longer to hit in full force since again they started off more stable #anyways I probably should have cross referenced some move animations for this but I think I got the point across that they’re a support #unit even if the turn passing gimmic is not rly evident (idk if I could make it evident tbf)#shout out to how in their default kit they have 6 turn passing skills and only one attacking skill #also said attack as a cooldown of. five turns. tbf that’s because it has a pretty strong secondary effect #they also have three other support moves where they boost different damage types for a round #so yeah they’re basically pure support which they sorta had to be at first because bestie started off at level like. 5.#they ofc switch up their kit pretty damn fast after the first run #but first time around when they were leveling at abt the same rate as everyone else they were content to play support

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almightyramtha · 2 months ago

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I'm capital R Rambling about Wyll below, but more about story pacing with his choices in game:

I think Wyll's story would have benefited a lot by not having Mizora show up until act 2 as an actual character. A presence, certainly, a force driving Wyll, but a threat that cannot yet act on him. Giving him some breathing room to get to know Karlach, to wrestle with his objective to kill her—which I think would have made for an interesting night event. Maybe he's standing over her while she's sleeping, debating what to do, when Tav sees him and can either stop him or spur him on, then later talk about his headspace, maybe get some clues as to why he still struggles with his choice despite seemingly believing that she’s not the devil he was told she was.

But giving the player some space to see Wyll as a human, get attached to him, see him struggle with the weight of not obeying Mizora's directive (maybe while being really cagey about her, maybe being one of the few companions who was really gunning to get to the Goblin camp and "save Halsin" (which would later be revealed that his objective was really rescuing the already moved Mizora)), have him actually GET TO KNOW and learn to believe Karlach instead of it all happening in a single second and a single night, I think would bond you to him a lot more. I like to see a good internal struggle! And its such a big deal to him! Make going through with it or not a big deal to him too! For more than a single conversation!

You'd also get a lot more time with him sans horns and I think it would ultimately feel more impactful when they are foisted upon him because you would have seen him struggling to avoid this fate, but knowing that he couldn't, because he sees the good in Karlach, (the player also has time to get attached or not to Karlach too instead of making this choice to kill her or not right away). Imagine a guy who was on the verge of making a deal to break his pact with her (like in EA) and now effectively she can't do anything to him. He knows the threat looms, he knows acting too far out of turn might cost him later, but how refreshing would it be to take a full breath of air without her hovering?

Then when you finally rescue Mizora from Moonrise, she could give him one last chance and perhaps this could be a point where the player could stand back and get a sense of where Wyll had been pushed by that point (A la, nightsong, Gale blowing himself to smitheroons, etc) There's rarely a point I felt I truly understood where Wyll was standing without my intervention especially at flexion points like his choice to stay in his pact or not (which you’re not given an opportunity to let him choose for himself :\). So having a point he has the option to act without our intervention would be interesting and very welcome to me. Plus I think the pacing would be a lot better. His stuff is so front loaded the moment you meet Karlach, then so back heavy but without a good solid middle to support the back end. Imagine having a way to make him be his worst self with an all-in durge. Or realizing when you get to Baldur’s gate that not a day ago, had he not saved Karlach, he would have been able to get everyone into the city with no trouble, but now not a soul recognizes him for who he is. (Probably make it harder to get into the city for this storybeat to work better, something that would let the player really metagame wrestle on a second playthrough with which option is better, idk, just spitballing.) Also I think he should have mentioned Ansur in Act 2 so that his city saving promise floated better into act 3 and felt more pulling. It was a fun little puzzle gauntlet! But having three characters just tell me the same thing about it (and don't get me started on the emperor taking over that moment) kind of blew the wind out of the sails of the quest when nothing really comes of it. Like, damn, maybe let Wyll talk him into being an ally to call upon in the final battle or something. You literally asked me to find allies, Emperor! (Which personally I think would have been more impactful TO ME if for instance, maybe Ulder told Wyll the stories all the time as a kid, they had a falling out when he was a young lad, then Wyll comes back like “I’m gonna find Ansur!” and Ulder’s like “Wyll, omg that was just a fairy story I told you as a child, that’s not real!” but BOOM, he finds and recruits Ansur and its like “wow son, that’s so amazing of you, I’m so proud of you” And tav didn’t even have to force feed Ulder tadpole information about his son to get him to believe in and trust him, wow.)

Anyway, this has been part 1 of ???? of my sporadic essay on how I would fix Mr. Wyll with a y. I feel like I can see little snippets of where it was going, both between release and EA, and I would have liked to see him better because he’s a nice boy and deserves it, but also I recognize there’s something missing from the soup.

#wyll ravengard #mizora #karlach #I'd like very much to get to see a broader range from him and more even pacing #I think some of it could have been made better just by keeping Mizora out of the full picture longer #All just my opinion obviously #but I like a good mysterious villain and to see their kind of psychic impact on a character even when they're not around #its so common with the other companions Y not Wyll with a y #Let Mizora echo for a while then bring her in and let loose her chaotic nonsense #this would require bigger reworks of both Karlach (opening her up to having more flaws) and moving Mizora to mid act 2 instead of late act #*her flaws allowing for more dynamic interpretation of her and whether or not Wyll would be justified in his actions (complications)#rather than being told from the get go that he will never be correct for doing so. Greying it up just a bit would improve the dynamism #(I theorize the soul coins MIGHT have once played into this but WHOOPS WHAT DO THOSE DO NOW!?)#But I think -should I ever ramble more- that with some changes in pace and clearer motivations Wyll could end up quite a lot stronger #I'd love ramble one day on how I think his backstory could use a tune up to knit this together better #but that's another ramble for another time

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kenmaiii · 7 months ago

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still cant believe OM is ending it's services, at least on the gaming front

#i said this on twt like an hour after the announcement but greed.... oh how it ruins everything huh....#i just keep scratching my head cuz like. theres still so much unsolved that theyre just abandoning.#and ur ending the app services but still? continuing stuff outside that? are u just going to rely on the anime podcast specials n irl stuff #ppl were mainly there for the game content hello??? and anyone who wouldve found OM through other avenues would still?#divulge back to checking out the games????#they literally introduced dateables that nvr became dateable that still fries me what were they thinking truly.#it only confirms that they were made to drum up attention on the game but had no plans to Really make a cohesive inclusion 😭#not that the story was super cohesive from the start i mean me n friends would always joke abt rewritin OM so 😭 but it had stuff goin 4 it #ive not understood their business and marketing decisions for a very very long time. even before nightbringer. tbh.#well anyways! useless thoughts ive left in my drafts a bit too long....#i will still miss kenma and mori and friends and connections made through the fandom.... (perhaps will reshare some old art)#the other annoying parts of fandom have been beaten with a broom and put in a corner of my mind i no longer care abt so!

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a-high-femme · 14 days ago

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#I’m tired of feeling stupid all the time at this jobbbbb #I’ve made a few tiny mistakes with formatting in the past couple of weeks because my attention has been split #(which means my attention to detail is NOT what it usually is)#so my boss signed me up for an online training on using proper firm styles and I just. that isn't my issue #I don’t even use firm document styles in my current role. that’s for people who deal with legal documents and I don’t do that. lol.#the issues I’ve had are like… I edited and sent along an office closure template that the facilities manager sent me #and I didn’t clock that he’d sent it to me in aptos instead of calibri because I lowkey have font blindness for all of the bland ones #so I got an email back from my manager that said ‘hi Molly. not sure why the font below is aptos. can you please change to calibri? thanks.#(which is in my opinion a very silly email to send because it took her longer to type that out than to just change it herself but whatever)#(I know that she sent it specifically so I would know that it was an issue)#but like. mistakes like that don’t mean that I need to learn about the firm document styles in word.#ADDITIONALLY I could only lock in for part of the training (thank goodness it isn’t very relevant to my current role bc I missed the middle #because I didn’t have the docX add-on in word which was necessary to import firm styles #so I spent the middle portion of the training session going through my ribbon options and add-ons and toggling with things independently #until I got what I needed #ANYWHORE #I am tired of feeling dumb. I’m not dumb. I’m curious and good at investigative work/problem solving when left to my own devices #I’m just a bit fried lately and I would love if my life would settle down for 4 minutes so I could focus up #also let me be so clear I don’t have beef with this manager. she’s the manager I’m actually okay with and I hate disappointing her #my other manager can kick rocks 😭 she should not have been given an assistant and she’s making my life hell #I think I’m gonna go to IT dad Scott on the 34th floor today bc he is always nice to me #and yesterday he clapped me on the shoulder and told me that he’s been here for like 9 months now and he still uses the excuse that he’s ne #and he encouraged me to also use this as an excuse #my stuff #ignore this #I am going to be so real though for a moment… I think I need a big hug? I think that would maybe fix me a bit. or make me cry. unsure.

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dataframe · 4 months ago

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I loved your peak lords thought-reading comic. The line "besides, i simply couldn't handle everyone lying to my face; acting as though i'm a woman when i'm obviously not" hit me like a truck. Is that a common feeling for trans people? I'm figuring some shit out and this really rang true.

holds your hand. i can only speak from my experience, but i would say it is a fairly common line of thought for trans people, yes. especially when someone is just starting to figure themself out, or those for whom treatment/gender affirmation is generally unattainable

unfortunately, society at large makes it particularly difficult for nonbinary people to find their place - especially if you live in a place that uses many more gender markers in conversation (he/él/etc. as opposed to sya/ta/etc.), it becomes more difficult to avoid casual misgendering outside of specifically gendered terms (in fil, siya/niya is neutral but kuya/ate/etc. would be gendered and common, even from strangers).

however - throughout my entire experience being 'transgender' (genderless), i would say you should still strive to avoid what makes you explicitly uncomfortable. if only a standard held among friends

(and, just a small note, if in the future your 'friends' are purposefully/repeatedly disregarding something as simple as "please do not use masculine/feminine terms for me" ... they are not your friends! or not friends worth having, at least. the trans stuff is not the point here: this betrays a larger issue irt not having the decency to respect your boundaries. if they can discard this on their own whim, it doesn't matter if you're cis or trans or what, they will treat you poorly if they consider your boundaries to be "irrational" in my experience... you deserve much more than that!)

many people, when interacting with those they do not know, will put up a guise of some sort. i, being autistic, do mask often and have become more keenly aware of doing so recently - as such, i've begun to consider my gender presentation to be part of this 'mask'. at times i will still be uncomfortable, but generally speaking, i don't... take the opinions of strangers to heart. it is only natural that in brief encounters people will make assumptions to navigate social spaces. the only times where it really matters, in my opinion, is when you know you will be taking this mask off. when you are meant to be around people who you are spending a lot of time with (thus, seeking comfort with) and trust. these are people who you are actively keeping in your life, and who would need to know how you want to be perceived.

it will be easier to quell your apprehensions/doubts around other trans people, of course, regarding the idea that "everyone knows i'm just pretending to be this thing i'm not" (because then, aren't you all?) -- but if you have good friends, cis or not, they will hear you out and. as a genderless person, i'm pleased enough when i hear their conclusion of "you're just you" ... the one benefit to gender being a social construct, is the social aspect. it really is much easier for cis people to reform their views if they are around trans people and are willing to listen. in turn, trans people who are still upholding a firm gender/sexual dichotomy are that much more difficult to speak with. it is in part just a matter of exposure and patience to have someone become accustomed to letting down the walls between what constitutes as "woman/man/'something else' (derogatory)" ... because there are so many examples of even cis non-conforming gays who have defined those standards and are still fully women or men. spending time in [lesbian] spaces with such people has been immensely helpful for me, personally, in breaking down my own preconceptions of what women "should" be. it truly isn't as clear-cut as society often insists upon!

and. well. going back to the trans friends thing... i really do sympathize with the uncertainty, having to just. offer your heart on a plate and be like 'please don't secretly take pieces of this and destroy my trust' (misgendering you privately/in their minds) -- but, on the other end of things? once i got used to it, i've never once thought about my friends as anything but what they've said they are. and i imagine, and hope, that your friends will feel the same if you do pursue this any further. even if treatment isn't available to you/not something you feel comfortable pursuing to make your gender identity more "obvious" at a glance, you really do deserve a space where you'll feel accepted and at ease to experiment with how you'd like to be referred to - even before making any explicit adjustments to your identity. there is no pressure to figure everything out right away. hell, even if you're not trans, you're still well within your right to bring something up like "i like being called beautiful/pretty more than handsome" or even outright "can you substitute 'bro' for 'girl'" in slang contexts. there's a gay bear i know to have asked for the latter while still happily referring to himself as his bf's husband.

ahhh i've gotten so long-winded, but... tl;dr, i do hope things work out well for you. and even if the practicality of being transgender in certain ways is difficult to handle, it is a burden you should be able to trust your friends will take, because they care for you and you deserve at least one place to feel at ease.

#i've. ah. just woken up... so if this is a bit difficult to parse; please do feel free to ask for clarification!!!#honestly i. put a lot of my thoughts & feelings toward gender into writing/portraying sqq(sj). especially in terms of practicality #so i am glad to hear that it was felt by someone else. though i wish there was more to be done (and quickly) to make the world easier #for trans people; but esp those who just. cannot reasonably transition. or for whom transitioning isn't the final goal #and it shouldn't be! you should be allowed to still be your gender even without needing to go through that trouble - pursuing it should be #for yourself; not for the convenience of other people to take a glance and just Know #but. sighs. yeah. in the end... i do not think those who truly care would believe you're lying. or that you're a fool for 'pretending'#most people are surprisingly decent! it just takes time. and it is difficult to unknot the preconceptions you have toward yourself as well #but it can be done; even if it's a slow process. even if it's not ideal - i am glad to come back to people who Know Me #and who i no longer have to worry about. performing in front of.#i am lucky though. in that i've been trans a long time; before i knew most of them. so i made it clear once we began to spend time w them #but if they're anyone worth keeping around; they will care for You foremost. and to keep you. changing gender markers shouldn't interfere #wagh. i'm going in circles now. but yes. i hope this helps at all & well wishes 🫶#asks #anonymous

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