#guess I know what I'm queueing up tonight

[hedgehog-moss]

Today felt like the last day of summer... I spent a long time following a little stream, looking for the spot where I'd found wild currants last year. They had clearly moved to a different spot, or maybe I'm just bad at finding things again because the only landmarks my brain finds worth remembering are stuff like "there were two baby cows to the left" or "there was a majestic hawk perched on a fencepost." I did know the currants grew near a waterfall that's near a little hamlet, and (unlike the baby cows) both were still here one year later.

Half an hour into our quest Pandolf had decided we must be looking for water, so he stopped like "Here!!" every time he found a noteworthy watery spot, it was very sweet.

Eventually I resigned myself to the fact that I wasn't going to find my favourite berries this year, and I went back to the road—and found raspberries instead! The last ones of the summer...

I was like "I accept this consolation prize, world, thank you" and had started picking raspberries when I heard soft dainty footsteps on the road behind me. On reflex I said "Bonjour !" as I was turning around and then realised I'd just said bonjour to this lady:

She walked up to me like she was about to ask me for directions, but then went right past me and walked on with the same purposeful air.

She stopped to admire the view above the waterfall like an old lady on her routine evening walk, then she was on her way.

Pandolf and I went in the opposite direction, to go home, and we soon found another pony who was clearly the first one's pasture mate. This one was in her pasture and she looked sad and abandoned (and/or outraged). She kept pacing and then stopping behind the fence and whinnying.

After we crossed the hamlet we saw a guy on his tractor on the road—he was on his way to a pasture where you could see a little herd of cows who had formed an orderly queue in front of their milking parlour. It was evening milking time and the ladies knew it.

Cows queue like British citizens, I mean very politely and patiently, but still I didn't want to keep them waiting so I hesitated to stop the guy to tell him about the fugitive. I chose the compromise of trotting besides his tractor to give him the news, and the tractor was very loud so he couldn't hear me well and I had to sort of convey the concept of escaped ponyhood with hand gestures. The guy looked in the direction I was indicating and then nodded and moved his arms in a philosophical gesture of total acceptance, like, "Such is life." Or maybe it was "Not my pony, not my problem."

I on the other hand feel a deep sense of community with people who have escape artist animals, so I ended up turning back to see if I could at least orient the pony in the vague direction of her pasture. I found her at a crossroads, wondering where tonight's walk would take her.

When I tried to go around her and shoo her back in the right direction, she went off the road and down by the stream, which wasn't the plan, and Pandolf happily followed her then barked at me like "hey!! water!!" Our search for water had ended but I followed them to humour him—and! I found some wild currants! down by the little bridge that the pony was waiting for me to notice like some mystical guide.

There were no actual berries to be found, I'm a bit too late for that, but I got some cuttings to transplant near my house and since I thought I was going to go home empty-handed it made me feel successful anyway.

So maybe the pony saw me meandering near her pasture looking for currants and decided to escape so she could help me out. A criminal with a heart of gold. If I'd walked by the bridge I might have seen the currants without her help because, guess what, last year's hawk, Guardian of the Gooseberries, was still there on his fencepost nearby. What a good landmark! But I wouldn't have walked by the bridge without the pony's prompting as I had already given up on my search, so she did escape for a good cause.

I tried to use the currants as bait to attract the pony (let's call her Mrs Berry) towards her pasture, but after I pulled the leaves out of her reach for the third time I lost her trust and she stopped paying attention to me. So I had to go back to the good old method to make shetland ponies move, i.e. walk behind her and occasionally pretend-kick in the direction of her bum, the way you'd shepherd a reticent pigeon.

Her friend looked pretty indifferent upon seeing her again, so I think she wasn't whinnying out of worry but because she's a Pirlouit (a snitch).

I opened the pasture gate but Mrs Berry had absolutely no intention of going home so early. She went in the opposite direction, for a little stroll around her hamlet. (Look at Pandolf merrily leading the way! He loves escape artist animals, he thinks they're so much more fun than everybody else.)

Nobody was home in the house by the pasture and I decided to let Mrs Berry stroll, now that she was no longer on the road walking away towards the distant horizon. I figured she must be a Pampérigouste, a known local personage who goes out for an adventure every now and then. We let her have her harmless fun in the two and a half streets of her little village, and since we had lost some time following this pony round, the sun was now quite low and Pan was all prettily backlit as he frolicked on the way home <3

[fairlyang]

Easy money I 🕷️

in which your roomie needs your help for a shoot

w/c: 3.1K

pairing: pornstaroomie!miguel x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. tension, recording, groping, fingering, squirting

notes: all my readers loved this series and might’ve been peer pressured for a part 3 but I’m kinda excited to write it :D gonna post this rn and maybe part 2 tmrw, finish up all my part 3’s soon hopefully

part two

I heard a knock on my door so I lowered my music from my airpods. "Come in!" I yell and turn to look at my laptop.

I hear the door open and Miguel clears his throat, I turn around to look at him and raise an eyebrow, "what's up?"

"I need something from you...." He says and takes a step inside.

"Like what?" I ask and he takes another step forward.

"You're gonna have to hear me out alright?" He says and I narrow my eyes at him.

"Okay..." I say and take my airpods off leaving them on my desk before turning back to look at him, giving him my full attention.

"I need you to step in for tonight's shoot..." he says and I burst out laughing.

"Are you fucking joking?" I say and shake my head. Is this man serious?

"I need your help Y/n..." he says nearing the edge of my bed and I groan.

"Why me?"

"The girl I was gonna shoot with canceled on me last minute and all the girls I usually shoot with are unavailable." He explains and I blink.

"Andddd you are already here...." He adds and i scoff.

"Not really sure I'd wanna expose myself like that Miguel." I say and stand up, walking over to my bed and plop down on it.

He sighs and sits on the edge of it and looks at me with pleading eyes. "Please? For me?"

"And the camera would hide your face, so unless you have any noticeable tattoos on your lower body then I think you'd be in the clear." He says and I bite my lip. Well there lies the problem...

I blink looking at him in silence making him scoff as he widens his eyes slightly then his lips tug into a smirk. "Where do you have it?" he asks and I feel my face heat up.

"Uh that one spot that's like lower, inner hip..." I say quietly and turn my gaze to my window.

There was really no reason for me to be acting like this- but that tattoo wasn't exactly somewhere that most people in my life know.... So maybe... just maybe...

"No face?" I ask and he nods.

"You know I don't even show my face-" he says with a small smile.

"I know but I don't know if it's different for the girls you record with." I say and shrug.

"It depends on them mainly, I'm not gonna force anyone I work with to show their face if they don't want to." He says softly and I nod slowly.

"And you wanna do this like right now?" I ask and he nods again.

"Jesus-" I mutter and run a hand over my hair.

"Up to you but you know I have a lot of loyal subscribers and make decent money off this..." he says and I chuckle.

"Because the girls love your voice and body." I say and he smirks making me regret my choice of words. And queue to him being obnoxious about it...

"I-"

"Think so huh?" he teases in a cocky tone making me groan.

"Fuck off." I say and grab a random stuffed animal from my bed and throw it at his face.

He laughs and holds it, it was so small compared to his hands. Oh god-

I mean of fucking course I've noticed how fine he is- it was the first thing I noticed when I was interviewing people to be my roommate, he was the hottest man that came in needing a place to stay.

I didn't just decide on him because he was hot but because he seemed chill and not like someone that would murder me in my sleep.

But I never made a move on him, neither did he. We've just always had some type of tension that neither of us ever paid attention to... I guess until now..

"So what exactly did you plan to shoot?" I ask and let out a sigh.

He grins and scoots closer now sitting by my legs as they were stretched out. "I was thinking fingering."

I nod and bite my lip, "hmm.."

"Up to you I won't force you but just think of the fact that you'd be getting paid to get fingered." He says and I snicker.

Sounds like easy money...

And I'd get an orgasm out of it...

"50% of whatever the video makes will go to you." He says and I bite my lip.

"You're really laying it on thick there Miguel... you that desperate?" I tease and he playfully rolls his eyes.

"Yeah actually, so just let me know within the next hour before I just decide to do a solo vid." He says and stands up.

I sigh and nod, "I'll... think about it...." He smirks and gives me a wink before opening the door and walking out, closing it behind him.

I sigh and lay down on my bed, should I?

I mean there's no denying the fact that I always listen in when he has someone over to record... or even checked out a few of his videos on pornhub...

maybe even possibly masturbated to a few of his audios... or the ones where he fucks himself with a fleshlight...

Letting out those incredible moans for everyone's very own pleasure, how selfless.

But he wanted to record for onlyfans which was for the ones who specifically pay to view his content, which apparently was a lot and the thought alone was a little nerve wrecking.

What if someone I've been with before recognized my tattoo and tells people I know? I'd be fucking done for and I'd just die on the spot of pure embarrassment.

But the money- how could I say no to that kind of money? Especially when seeing the views just his previews on pornhub get-

I'd be so fucking stupid to pass this opportunity...

Fuck it.

I get up from my bed and walk to my door quickly opening it before stepping out onto the hallway. I then do the walk of shame and walk to Miguel's room.

I made my mind up a little too fast god I'm not gonna hear the end of this from him-

I step in front of his door and knock twice before hearing a laugh. I groan and cross my arms across my chest, patiently waiting for him.

He opens the door with a wide smile but before I could even say a word my eyes trailed down his chest then to his abdomen. A small happy trail going down caught my eye as a pair of grey sweatpants hugged his hips perfectly.

God he looked so good...

Wait- how the fuck did he change so fast?

"Did you just assume I was going to say yes?" I ask, quickly looking up at him.

He shrugs and opens his door wide, motioning for me to step inside. I roll my eyes but walk in nonetheless, seeing that he was indeed very desperate for this. And apparently eager.

"I knew it'd be something hard for you to say no to." He says and shrugs, closing the door behind him.

"And I had an idea for more anonymity..." he says and walks past me.

He walks over to his desk and picks up two masks, robber masks. "We could put these on." He says and throws me a pink one.

I catch it and look down at it, cute.

"Just casually had these huh?" I mutter and play with it between my fingertips.

It only had three holes, obviously for the eyes and mouth. It honestly didn't shock me too much that he had these especially considering he didn't make content showing his face at all.

"Alright ready?"

"Where are we doing this? Should I change? Should I put makeup on-"

"Calm down-" he says and laughs, shaking his head at my sudden worries.

"We're doing this in my bathroom, I already set the camera and lights up." He explains and I nod.

"As for your clothes if you want I can give you one of my shirts and you can just leave your panties on." He says looking me up and down.

I wearing a SZA shirt with Cookie Monster pajama pants.... Yeah I definitely could've changed but maybe got a tiny bit excited..

He walked over to his dresser and picked the first one of top and then tossed it over to me. I caught it and unfold it to reveal a Nirvana tee. I shrug and walk over to his bathroom with him right on my tail.

I walk in then stop and quickly turn around to point a finger at him, "you're waiting- you can wait a few more minutes there O'Hara." He chuckles and backs up letting me close the door.

I quickly take off my tee shirt and put the one he gave me on. I leave my shirt on the sink then I slip out of my pj pants and realize it wasn't a big deal if he watched because he was going to see it all right now anyway.....

I look in the mirror and take a deep breath, I was really going to do this.... We were really going to do this...

I then take notice of the ring light and tripod that were right in front me. This was getting so real so fast and it was making me more nervous than I expected.

I breathe in then breathe out. I do it a couple more times and feel some nerves leave my body but some still lingering around.

I turn around and walk towards the door, I open it wide and Miguel stands up from his bed and walks over. "Finally." He teased and I chuckle.

"My bad." I mutter, turning back around and walk to the sink, leaning against it as Miguel walks in.

"You're good, don't worry it'll be fine." He reassured and gives me a small smile.

He walks over to his tripod and sets his phone on it and goes to the camera. He turns to me and motions for me to stand in front of the camera. I nod and do so, leaning against the seat with my nerves growing every second.

"Alright we're gonna start, if you need me to stop at any given moment just tap my thigh or anywhere twice okay?" He says and I nod.

"Audibly please?" He says and I chuckle.

"Yes I understand."

"Okay good." He says and throws me the pink robber mask.

I move all my hair to my back then slip it on. I fix the holes to align to my mouth and eyes then see Miguel doing the same. "This'll be fun." He mutters with a slight smirk on his face then he presses the button to record.

He walks over to me and gently puts his hands on my cheeks then leans in. I lean up and he leans down removing the last amount of space between us and crashes his lips onto mine. I kiss back and put a hand to his jaw and the other on his neck.

I then feel his hands slide down my body, at first staying at my waist, gripping my skin softly through the shirt until his hands go lower and his fingertips are playing with the hem of his shirt, near my ass.

He slid his tongue in my mouth and continues toying w his shirt, bringing it up slowly as our tongues fight for dominance but I stood no chance. Suddenly I feel a hard smack against my ass making me moan in his mouth.

He smiles and pulls away just to go down and start leaving open mouthed kisses on my neck. I sigh and tilt my head to the side as he slightly moves the mask to leave a mark where he wanted. He sucked on my skin then licked it softly before leaving a kiss on it.

I smile and grab his head, making sure he stayed in place as he kept playing with the skirt. He pulls away again and this time bringing the hem of the shirt up, slowly. He turns me around slowly so my behind is what the camera will see and lifts the shirt completely over my ass.

Another smack.

Then to the other cheek.

Another smack on each one, definitely already making them red and it seemed like he wanted to keep going because of the noises that were leaving his mouth. Such delicious groans.

He keeps pulling it up, exposing my entire bare back to the camera but my tits to him. He quickly brings it up and over my head, throwing it on the floor then quickly cups my tits and squeezes.

I gasp when he pinches both nipples then quickly turns me around so my ass was on his already hard bulge. His hands continue squeezing and I felt purely at bliss, heaven on earth even.

I lay my head back against his chest which makes him lean down and leave a kiss on my neck then suck gently on the skin as his hands continued kneading my tits.

His right hand then lets go of my boob and slowly trails down my stomach, as if easing me in, making me feel comfortable first. I grab on to his left arm and try to stand still, I already felt like I was going to go crazy and maybe fall over.

My fucking roommate was doing this- and he had such a good hand for these things so this was gonna be perfect.

His hand goes between my legs, gently rubbing my pussy through my panties. I spread my legs to help him out when he starts rubbing circles on my clit. I moan and buck my hips forward, already wanting more.

And he gives me just that, he starts going faster and I could feel my wetness seeping through the fabric of my little panties. "Miguel-"

He hums then rubs along my slit, my arousal already able to soak his fingers. How embarrassing.

He then removed his fingers making me whine until he pulls my panties down and lets them slide off my legs. I step out of them and kick them farther out, out of shot.

I spread my legs again and he doesn't hesitate to immediately start rubbing my clit again, not caring to ease me in anymore. He moans into my ear and dips his fingers on to my folds, my wetness enveloping them as he teases my hole making me grip harder onto his arm.

He moved that arm to grip on to my waist while I still held on to it for dear life. I couldn't trust myself to stand I knew I'd just end up falling and he was a big boy, he could handle me.

He then slid a finger in, slow at first until he slammed it in without warning. I gasped and clung on to his arm. He then started pumping in and out, deep and slow.

He started going faster, hitting deeper now until he fully stopped and added a second finger in. He started moving again, going faster and harder, making me a moaning mess as I looked down to watch in awe.

"Look how easy you're taking me baby." He murmurs in my ear and I couldn't help the whimper that came out of me.

"Feels so good-" I moan and he hums, pumping them even faster.

I felt myself clench against his fingers and listen to how fucking soaked I am, he barely even touched me..

"Rub your clit for me." He whispers and I nod, immediately bringing my right hand down to rub my clit in fast circles.

I moan out for him and he coos dirty little nothings into my ear as he starts curling his fingers up and hitting that sweet spot every time.

I was starting to feel my orgasm creep in already which had me shocked but then realized who was the one doing this to me...

"Fuck- Miguel-" I moan and lay my head back against him, he leans down to kiss my cheek oh so sweetly.

He then brings his open hand and starts pinching my left nipple, I felt my legs shake as he continued and I was slowly down because I was feeling so fucking close.

"Don't stop baby, be a good girl and keep rubbing that clit until you cum for me sweet girl." He murmurs and I whimper, clenching against his fingers as I rub my clit faster feeling that knot in my stomach about to burst.

"Miguel please- so cl-"

I dig my nails into his arms making him groan but he didn't say to stop. I felt my eyes growing hazier by the second and my thighs were trembling more and more by the second.

Suddenly I see white, I cry out and feel my climax crash and take over my body. I closed my eyes and almost fell to my knees, had Miguel strong arm not held me. My legs were trembling and Miguel's fingers were still inside, slowly fucking me through my orgasm.

I held onto him for dear life and start to calm my breathing down as I open my eyes, then quickly widening in pure shock, I had squirted all over the place.

I gasp and move my hand away from my clit, I stood silent, still in Miguel's arms in pure embarrassment. Squirting always felt so embarrassing, especially now because I didn't even mean to-

"That was probably the most perfect shoot I've done thus far." Miguel says making me scoff.

"I'm being so serious." He says finally taking his fingers out of me slowly and brings it up to his lips.

I tilt my head and look up, watching as he sucks on his fingers covered in my juices. Holy fuck.

I blink watching him as if in a trance, then he looks me directly in my eyes making me subconsciously squeeze my thighs together.

He takes them out with a plop and gives me a wide grin, "sorry but we have to do that again in the future...."

I laugh and look down embarrassed, I shrug and straighten up, "I guess we'll have to see if the people liked it..."

"I'm sure they will." He says and laughs.

"Let's get ya cleaned up then maybe we can watch a movie, if you'd like." He suggests and I look up at him and nod.

"That'd be perfect."

[yespleasetommyshelby]

I need you now - Modern!Tommy Shelby Imagine

Part 3 of Before he cheats - Based off of I Need You Now by Lady Antebellum

Requested - kinda - @jadesjam sent this as an idea for part 2 but I flipped and made it the third and final part of before he cheats! It hasn't been proofread so beware!

Enjoy! 🥰

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"No." I sighed for the upteenth time.

"Oh come on y/n, it's been weeks since all that shit with Tommy, it's about time you come and find yourself a rebound!" My longest friend Leah practically begged down the phone, her birthday was coming up and she'd been trying for the last hour to get me to go out for her pre-birthday bash.

"Le, you know I love you but I'm really not in the mood tonight, we'll do something in a couple days, okay?" I sighed, trying to find some middle ground so the conversation could end.

"Okay fine, but I'll hold you to that! Love you girl!" She cheered happily through the phone, my answer enough to stop the pestering, for now.

"Have fun babe, love you too!" I smiled before hanging up, the smile dropping from my face as soon as the beep sounds. "Guess it's just you and me." I whispered as I looked down at the shoebox in my lap.

Checking the time I couldn't help but laugh slightly at how the time had managed to get away from me, with the clock reading 1:04am I couldn't help but laugh slightly as I looked over the piles of photographs that were covering the floor. "Picture perfect memories, scattered all around the floor, reaching for the phone cause I can't fight it anymore." I sighed, picking one up and focusing on the smiling faces beaming back at me, it was from my 21st birthday around ten minutes after Tommy had officially asked me to be his. We were so happy, everyone was so happy that night, laughing and singing being the only thing to be heard throughout Small Heath that night as everybody celebrated their king finding his queen.

Putting the picture down I reached up to wipe the line tear that has slid down my cheek, sniffing quietly before I picked up another, this one of me and all of the Shelby siblings, Ada and John on one side with Tommy and Arthur the other, even at 16 years old and apparently seeing Greta, Tommy still has his arm round my shoulders, my head resting on his arm. Throwing the picture to the side I huffed as I rubbed my hands over my face, the thought of Greta leading me down a rabbit hole.

"I wonder if I ever cross your mind, for me it happens all the time." I spoke to myself, "Probably not, you've probably had a whole queue of women waiting for this to happen." My voice cracked as I said what I'd been thinking out loud for the first time. "Maybe I should just send a quick text..." I whispered, picking up my phone, opening Tommys contact I paused before starting to type.

It's 1am, I'm all alone and I need you now, I said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now.

Shaking my head I quickly deleted the message and locked my phone, throwing it onto the floor besides me. "Don't give him the satisfaction." I reminded myself with a sigh.

The loud shrill of phone made me shriek, my hand flying to my chest to try and soothe my racing heart. "Motherfuck." I breathed out, reaching over and seeing it's Leah calling.

"Hey Le, what's up?" I asked worried, knowing that she never called when she was out, unless there was a problem.

"Baaaaabe! You'll never guess where we are!" Her cheery voice burst through the phone making me wince slightly. "The garrison!" She squealed without waiting for an answer.

"That's great Leah, but I'm still not coming out tonight." I sighed, not understanding where she was going with this.

"Yeah, yeah, -- all depressed, I know, but I also know that lover -- is just as bad as -- are, if -- worse." She laughed through the phone, the music and voices in the background muffling half of her sentence.

"I can't hear you properly Le." I smiled slightly, her giggles infectious. "Le?" The beep of the phone indicated that she'd hung up. "What the hell was that about?" I muttered, my question answered two seconds later as my phone buzzed again.

I said that lover boy is even worse than you!

A message from Leah with an image of Tommy attached, say at the corner of the bar in the Garrison alone, his head in his hand as his other holds onto a glass of whisky - probably. Just from the zoomed out picture I could see his hair had been left to grow out and his shirt had been left untucked, something that had never happened before, in public anyway.

"Oh baby." I couldn't help but sigh, my heart breaking all over again at the picture.

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Keeping my eyes down I swigged the last dribble of amber liquid from the glass raising it high before rapping it in the bar a couple times, a sign for the bartender to refill. Feeling the glass being moved from my fingertips I looked up, giving the bartender a nod of thanks as he slid the bow full glass back to me.

Another shot of whisky, can't stop staring at the door, wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before. Rubbing my hand over my face I clenched my eyes as I thought of her, the reason I'd been sat here for the past few weeks doing nothing but drinking whisky after whisky and chain smoking till my chest hurt. Looking over at her door I couldn't help but think back to y/n's 21st birthday, the day we became official, she had come barreling into the garrison with her windswept hair and rosy cheeks absolutely fuming because she thought that everyone had forgot her birthday before the shout of surprise had her forgetting she was ever mad. Shaking my head I couldn't help but wonder if I ever cross her mind, for me it happens all the time, every little thing reminding me of her.

"Fuck sake." I growled to myself, pulling out my phone to check the time. "Quarter past fucking one and I'm sat drinking by myself, again, Thomas Shelby the king of fucking Small Heath aye." I chuckled ironically. Not like I hadn't had plenty of offers during my evenings rotting away at my own bar, but none of them were her, none of them were my y/n.

My heart started to race slightly as I noticed the missed call notification only to drop again as Arthur's name came into view. She said she didn't want to hear from me but surely one text won't hurt, right?

It's 1:15 I'm a little drunk and I need you now, I said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now, and I don't know how I can do without - I just need you now

I'll be at the Garrison - T x

"Fucking pathetic Tom." I shook my head before locking the phone, not realising my thumb had already hit send.

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1:17, it had taken all of 3 minutes to reach the Garrison, shoving my hands into my pocket so said as I stared up at the gold sign above the door, a door that I'd walked through so may times before but never feeling like this. I jumped slightly as my phone buzzed at the same time as a group of girls can tumbling out the door, laughing and stumbling down the road as they held onto each other for support, I couldn't help but laugh slightly before pushing open the doors.

Stepping through the doorways Leah and the girls immediately caught my eye, giving me a quick wave she grinned before pointing over to the bar my eyes immediately landing on the mop top of black hair and slumped shoulders in the corner. Sending her a quick smile I slowly made my way over to Tommy, hesitantly taking a seat on the stool next to him.

"Not interested." He muttered making me jump slightly.

"Meh, I like your brother more anyway." I shrugged, giggling slightly as his head shot up, eyes wide as he stared at me.

"Y/n.." He breathed out, reaching his hand out he placed his palm on my cheek almost as though he was checking I was really there. "Y/n, I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry." He muttered, pulling me forwards slightly and resting his forehead against mine.

"Tommy I-" I took a breath, struggling to think clearly being this close to him after so much time, the longest we'd been apart since we'd met some ten years ago now. "I'm sorry too, I should've let you explain, should've listened to you." My voice wobbled slightly, pulling away I used my sleeve to wipe away the tears that had started to fall before resting my hand on his.

"I figured it would be easier to just finish things, after hearing about you and Gracie I just couldn't think of anything else... And I just lost it.. I dunno Tom. I guess I just, I guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all." I whispered, knowing that over the past few weeks that's exactly how I'd felt, nothing.

"Hey, don't you dare apologise, these past few weeks have been nothing but my fault, and I promise you y/n with everything I have and will ever have, I will spend every day of our future making it up to you. If you'll let me, just one last chance, please." He trailed off, his eyes on mine the whole time.

"One chance Tommy, that's all we have left." I whispered, my grip tightening around his wrist slightly.

"That's all I need." He smirked standing up and pulling me along with him, his arms wrapping around my waist and mine came up around his neck, playing with the longer hair at the nape of his neck. Pulling me in he placed his lips on mine, moving in sync I couldn't help but smile, the Tommy shaped hole in my heart slowly shrinking.

"I missed you so much." He mumbled after we pulled away, resting his chin on the the top of my head as he pulled me into a hug, completely ignoring the looks he was getting from the punters who had never even seen him smile before.

"I missed you too Tommy." I sighed happily, resting my head on his chest, sending a quick wink to Leah as she caught my eye, making her erupt into screams, much to the confusion of everyone else.

"So that's how you found me aye?" Tommy chuckled, the sound echoing through his chest.

"She helped yeah, but there was also the text you sent." I giggled slightly, as I head the faint 'shit' leave his lips. "It's okay Tommy, I love it when you're cheesy." I grinned, patting his chest as I looked up at him.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." He chuckled as he shook his head. "I love you." He whispered, eyes locked onto mine.

"I love you too." I smiled, placing a quick peck to his lips before resting my head back against his chest. "Oh and Tom?" I muttered without looking up, only the slight hum letting me know he heard.

"I'm sorry about your car."

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And there we have it! I know it's slightly shorter and I personally don't feel like this part is even nearly as good as the previous two, but hey, we move on!

Thank you for reading and I do hope you've enjoyed! 🥰❤️

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Update

Not feeling so hot and I'm not going to do anything impulsive at 8PM on a Friday evening but

here is a link to a sfs folder with ALL of my content that's currently only hosted on patreon.

I want to add individual sfs links to the tumblr posts but that's a lot and I'm now regretting never adding alt dl links this whole time... and sorry I don't think the downloads in the sfs folder are in order... it also might be some other things, like fixed meshes or stuff. tbh I just added everything I've made after April 3rd 2023 since that was the last time I uploaded anything to sfs.

I guess while I'm here... I was going to wait until after I finish up the last of my active requests (probably by Monday, I'm almost done) but I desperately need a break from CC. I sent a group message on the 17th to my $4 and $6 patrons encouraging them to cancel, but I know not everybody knows patreon even has dms so maybe you'll see this post and I'll reach out again in the coming days so nobody is wasting their money. I am so immensely burnt out and I need to not create for a while. This is completely my own fault, nobody made me work on CC for 8-10 hours 5 days a week for the last several months and I fully knew it wasn't sustainable ages ago but I kept doing it because it made me feel good, until it didn't. Quite honestly, even before I sent the group message the instant wave of relief I felt just having made the decision to take a break... that caught me off guard but just confirmed I need this. I do feel really awful about it because I feel like I'm letting people down but at the same time I don't want to hate creating which was already happening. That being said, I don't know how long the lull in CC is going to be, and if you're only following me strictly for CC I apologize. As said I am still finishing up one request I still had, I'm about 75% done with that as of this post. But that's gonna be it for a while.

There is a part of me that wants to stop using patreon completely and unpublish my creator page (which is what I'm not going to impulsively do tonight without properly thinking it through...since there are positives like how easy it is to download files and whatnot) but I'd again encourage not only those who joined the $4 and $6 tiers but also the $2 tier to cancel so that you aren't wasting your money. If I did do this I would definitely do the individual sfs links on everything first. I'd not just leave you guys unable to download my stuff.

So, what does that mean for this blog? I'll spare ye, impatient readers, who have already read a lot because I ramble⬇️

Well, as of posting this I still have THREE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FOUR Strangetown posts in my queue. And I'm not tired of playing that.

I'm looking forward to having an opportunity to do all of the things I've been neglecting. I'm finally going to go through the subfolder within my downloads of everything I'm downloaded the last few months and decide if I wanna keep it in my game or not. And finish default replacing everything. And all my other various little projects I haven't been doing.

Also, I want to start playing Veronaville 😮I've already started downloading lots from kattaty to replace the in-game ones, and I found a cool replacement for the neighborhood map. I am leaning towards making a new sub-blog for this so that you don't have to try and follow Strangetown/LFT posts and Veronaville/ALT posts at the same time. I've only ever played the Veronaville sims for like one day as part of a super failed megahood years ago so I'd like to get to know them.

So basically, I guess I'm a gameplay blog for now? Until I want to create anything again anyways, but I don't know when that will be.

I don't know how to end this post... I'm sorry for the disappointment, but thank you so much for enjoying my stuff 💛💛

[da-proti-toku-grem]

@thegengarprincess sent me an ask tonight with a moodboard for Jan and Jure going on a date to the beach and I LOVED the idea so I literally stopped writing a kiss prompt and ran to write this instead :)

I'm writing this at 2am and queueing it for the morning lol. I don't think I'll post this one on ao3, but idk...I'll see when I wake up I guess

It's very short, basically just fluff/crack and them being silly boys in love hehe, enjoy :3

If Jan was being honest, he wasn't much of a fan of the beach. Not that he hated it, but he simply preferred to stay at home or go for a walk in the woods.

That being said, that didn't mean he was strong enough to resist Jure's puppy eyes and cute pout when he asked if they could go together.

So that's where he found himself right now, lying on a towel on the sand, propped up on his elbows, watching from the distance as his boyfriend ran into the sea.

Jan simply stared at him, watching how his blond, wet hair stuck to his face, how his eyes as blue as the sea and his big smile adorned his face with what could only be described as pure contentment, how the sun seemed to accentuate each of the thousands of freckles that decorated the drummer's body, how the muscles under his arms moved as he swam, how–

Yes, Jan really should stop himself before making a scene in the middle of a public beach.

Not that there were many people – given that it was Tuesday and the vacations hadn't arrived yet – but he really didn't want to have to deal with people's stares for getting hard watching Jure swimming from afar.

So he opted for the best option he could think of: taking a nap in the sun.

He took off the shirt he was still wearing, keeping only his swimming trunks and sunglasses on, and lay back down on his back on the towel.

Jan was about to fall asleep, his mind slowly drifting off to the world of dreams, feeling the pleasant warmth of the sun's rays on his skin, when he was suddenly startled to feel a cold, soaked figure lying on top of him.

A certain tall, blond, slender-figured boy who called himself his boyfriend, who had jumped on top of him and wrapped him in his arms happily shouting "Janči!", to be more specific.

“What the fuck, Maček?!” exclaimed Jan, his hands immediately trying to push him away.

Jure, on the other hand, acting like the actual cat he was, just clung to him. “What? Can't I just hug my boyfriend?” He asked, not letting go of Jan for a second.

“Jure you are fucking cold! And wet!”

“And? I'm failing to see the problem here,” Jure teased.

Just as Jure raised one of his arms to brush a strand of hair out of his face, the black-haired man took the opportunity to grab his arm, rolling him onto his back and straddling his hips, putting his arms over his head in one swift motion.

“I caught you, you sneaky little cat,” said Jan, smilling triumphantly.

“Oh no! What am I going to do now?” replied Jure dramatically.

“Well, as you may know... Bad kittens deserve some punishment,” Jan smirked.

Jure's smile slowly faded away as the realization of what was about to happen kicked in. “Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes,” the guitarist declared as his hands began to roam all over the blond's body, tickling the places where he knew he was most sensitive, making him squirm under him, pleading for him to stop.

“I'll stop, I'll stop, I promise, please Janči, please stop it,” he managed to get out between giggles.

“You promise?”

“Yeah, yeah, I promise, please.”

“... Okay,” he said, finally stopping the tickling.

As Jure tried to recover from his "punishment", the younger spoke up again.

“Aren't you pretty like th-” he started, but was quickly interrupted by Jure, who rolled them on the spot once again and positioned himself between Jan's legs.

“Like what?” he smirked.

“Mmm... I think I like this too,” Jan said, wrapping his legs around Jure's waist and cupping his face between his hands gently. "My cute little kitten.”

“Meow,” purred Jure, making Jan chuckle again before closing the distance between them with a soft, tender kiss.

[shinshi9chen]

How will Sanji comfort your anxiety

English is not my first language, I was encouraged by our excellent SanjiYN authors we love to post my first English work. I use AI and dictionary to help me translate this work, hope this work can make you enjoy! Tags: Modern AU, Fluffy, anxiety

-Have you reached home yet, Daring?

-Yeah.

-I have a surprise for you, I'll be home in fifteen minutes, waiting for me. Love you.

Five minutes later, Sanji rechecks his phone, rules out the possibility that network and signal went wrong, and confirms that it was you who didn't reply and not that he didn't receive it.

Sanji's face regains his composure from the satisfied expression he had on when he edited the first message. The queue is finally over, he smiles softly at the clerk, and when asked what kind of dessert he needs, in addition to what he already wanted, he is pleased, willing, to let the clerk recommend something else, he admires and patiently waits for the clerk to pick up the food and pack it, making him look like the clerk who really serves customers.

But if the clerk could have noticed five minutes earlier Sanji's more vivid and innocent smile, she would have felt that he showed more etiquette at this time.

Women are all angels, but he had already signed the agreement that One man can only belong to One angel, he will not stupidly try to betray his agreement and mess everything up.

Sanji leaves the dessert shop after expressing his appreciation and saying "beautiful lady, goodbye". The paper bag and mobile phone are firmly grasped in his hand, he knows from your chat history that tonight is going to be a difficult night for you. And he only wants to do one thing: help you get back on your feet.

Sanji turns his key, pushes the door, and turns on the light in the hallway. He changes his shoes and begins to call his lovely girl: "Honey, I'm back! Where are you? Let me see you OK? ”

Lying on your side on the couch with your eyes open, looking at your phone screen distractedly, you seem to lose half of your response to the stimulus of the call, you raise your arm and only shake it once.

Sanji places the paper bag on the table in front of you, and sits down beside you, his cold hands holding the one you just put down, looking at you tenderly, expecting your gaze to respond. You raise your gaze and hold your breath for the beauty you saw, but your body seems to have only received a short-acting stimulant, and you lower your head again, with knowing nothing to say.

Your hand is caressed by his, feeling the outside temperature, feeling the contours of his hand, how his bones rise and fall, feeling like exploring a mountain range. He lets you touch a raised mole on the back of his left hand, it feels unique to touch compared to the surrounding skin.

You sigh, "It's cold." You let go of your phone and wrap the back of his hand with this freed hand. Your overlapping hands are now very similar to seaweed sticking to the rice ball, the rice ball is sandwiched with the filling. You start making eye contact again, and his eyes seem to brighten a bit.

"Sorry, it's cold outside. I've got a surprise for you, guess what? ”

"I saw the paper bag, is it dessert?"

"You knew this shop? Yes, it's desserts. I bought cranberry cookies, milk powder cakes, and the clerk also recommended durian mochi, quite strange combination right? ”

He is about to open the paper bag and make the dish arrangement in the kitchen, but you say, "Sanji, I don't have an appetite, I'm not hungry, I just want to sleep until tomorrow."

You've made him feel worried again.

"Alright. Have you had dinner? Do you have nasal congestion and cough? Dizziness? Sore throat? Stomach pain? No, none, great, my love is in good health today. Then what's going on, tell me, okay? "

He carefully avoids direct questioning, because that might be like repeating your long guilt and reproach of yourself. Little by little, he wants to feel your emotions, to gradually get closer the distance between you and his heart, and to carefully inject his power into you.

You sit up with the help of his strength, leaning on his shoulders.

"I have a test and I don't think I could prepare more, but I don't want to fail. But now I can't think about anything but worry, I'm not fit for the test, right? "

He would love to grow one more hand to wipe away your tears, why God let his lover's wisdom be based on low self-esteem and worry? He squeezes your hand and starts kissing your forehead, longing for your tears to be taken away by his kiss.

"No, you've done well enough." He kisses you on the eyebrows, on your closed eyes. His kiss was warm and gentle, feeling like he is approaching to breathe in the aroma of spices, flowers, and food, feeling like the comfortable sunshine in your memory. In such a beautiful season, in such a rare good weather, you are reluctant to leave alone, and you will call him for a walk together and imagine a tomorrow that is not inferior to today.

You really want to go back to that day with him.

You haven't disappointed anyone, you haven't had any worries or frustrations, you only have an intuition that you love each other, that God will bless you, and that you will trust your future.

"Sanji, do you love me?"

"I love you, and the most painful moment I have is the moment when you don't know how much I love you."

"I love you too, and I'm glad you always know I love you."

"You are the best, I can't wait for tomorrow."

"That is too early, let me have a cookie before ten o'clock."

[plegg-culture-is]

Fannish plegg carton culture, specifically protogenic-endogenic plegg culture that later finds itself to be full of permanent resident soulbonds is —

In very very early childhood:

*Projections literally playing H.O.R.S.E or whatever that basketball game is. Of course the main fronter never played, because they are too short.*

"Huh!! Well I mean those barbecue sauce was spicy before but it's 0.05 seconds later and I feel completely different as a person and also this barbecue sauce is no longer spicy. Oh well. The teacher called me a liar over barbecue sauce so I'm gonna be a shithead to them and have a meltdown"

In middle school:

"What would Gohan do if he was in this world???"

"What would Jayfeather do if he were in this world??"

"OMG. WHAT WOULD. IZAYA ORIHARA DO IF HE WAS IN THIS SITUATION JIST SOME MIDDLE SCHOOLER NOW"

*Has full-ass slow changing "see through my eyes" quasi-ceremonies based solely on vibes since we didn't have innerworld completely built yet*

*Chasing each other in hallways and all people saw was a small autistic child running for no reason lol*

"Why the fuck can I never feel my face when something horrible happens to us me? Also I relate too much to Silver from Pokémon HeartGold/SoulSilver"

In high school:

"Yep just Gon and Killua from Hunter×Hunter chillin' over there. Nobody can see 'em and these feel pretty distinct from hallucinations considering I can't literally see them. Eh. Maybe just imagination."

*Checking out a pro-endogenic blog in 2015* "Yup I am just a curious singlet"

*Still chasing ourselves through hallways just less or more hidden because people are stupid.* Why the fuck am I so angry all of the time. Why the fuck do I feel like there should be more to all of this.

"Hhhh Illumi Zoldyck from Hunter×Hunter patting my head is completely normal. So is pretending I am Ethan from Pokémon HeartGold/SoulSilver I'M NOT PRETENDING ThOUGH??? I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO CALL THIS all I know is I am definitely Ethan, , not Ethan? And Illumi Zoldyck is petting my head and we are working at a McDonald's right now. What the fuck is happening" *Proceeds to ignore this and never tell anyone until we are today years old*

"My vitriol for Hisoka Morrow of Hunter×Hunter has three sides to it. I hate him and his canon. I have no clue how to explain the other two sides to this and I cannot stand my friend obsessing over this character" *Proceeds to also ignore this one too, and never tell anyone until we are today years old*

In university:

"Hey 30 year old Gladion idk if you're actually a figment of my imagination anymore but yeah sure your sister Lily and her daughter Mei can chill in here in this brain for awhile. Does this mean I'm genderfluid lol?" (Narrator: this is, in fact, NOT what genderfluidity is supposed to feel like.)

"Oh well I guess Itonai from Assassination Classroom is just decided to sleep in the bed tonight. Get the fuck off of my bed ya lazy bum. Noooo it's just wei — get back in our head you freak (//lovingly, platonic)"

*Just feeling fucking uncomfortable around sysmedicalists but especially the sysmedicalists who were anti-endogenic as well (yes there are pro-endogenic sysmeds!! Uhm but definitely not plural, nope)*

"I am now talking to these projections while brushing my teeth. Lucifer from The Devil Is A Part-Timer has literally crash-landed into our brain along with Emilia Justina. Wtf?"

*Discovers the word endogenic yet again and gets the weird euphoria again*

*Maybe our late second year at university, at fucking 11PM, after anime club finishes — Kusuo Saki just fucking chilling on top of the table via projection* "Heeey so remember that one time in high school where you had weird daydreams about that pink-haired psychic boy and the blonde with drills? Welp, Mami Tomoe picked me up on the way here —" *Queue freakout of the main fronter at this point*

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SO ANYWAYS that is. Uh. Some Stuff(tm) yaaay, anyways the good thing about this is we don't think our queer shit would ever, ever be as fucking weird as our plurality shit in the context of the societal context and chronological context we, Rusanya, live in, so figuring out we're aceplex (since we found the plurality first and asexuality is more of a veil) was mostly just an "AHA okay then lol" and we just kind of slap every label on the planet onto us that we like that we think applies, both on an individual and collective level. :D

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[glowingbadger]

Seteth and dirty talk? Him doing the dirty talk if possible ;) if You'd prefer to fluster him with dirty talk I'm all for it :D

I missed St. Cichol Day so I'm pushing this one further up on my queue to atone and get that sweet Seteth goodness in here for us~ I thought long and hard about how to do this one, since I always feel that Seteth struggles so much with even acknowledging and understanding his own desires, let alone expressing them aloud, so... what I'm saying is, I hope we're feeling ready to be verbally dominated by way of vaguely religiously toned lecture. With, like, a side of voice kink I guess idfk

Quick CW for the sub-dom dynamic here, but honestly, the way I write Seteth, that's practically a given lmao

Seteth (FE3H) x GN Reader

Kink prompts list #50 - dirty talk

NSFW 18+

Perhaps, after a handful of blissful nights being disciplined and scolded in his bed, you should have expected your body would react to hearing that particular forceful tone in Seteth's voice. You'd happened to arrive at his office in the midst of what sounded like an especially firm lecture- even by his standards. It's not at all an uncommon thing to have stumbled upon, but now, your body responds in a way you hadn't been prepared for. Today, eavesdropping from the second floor hall, you can't help the flood of erotic warmth through your core, the thudding of your heart, the way your pulse races at the potent reminder of him bending you over his knee to admonish you. The response is fully subconscious- it's learned. Trained. For a moment, you almost manage to feel sorry for whatever student is at the receiving end of Seteth's wrath, but your instinctive arousal distracts you from any thought but the need for satisfaction.

"I expect you to reflect gravely upon your actions," his voice is stern still, but softening as you listen from beyond the oaken office door, "The future you build for yourself will be the direct consequence of the habits and morals you develop now in your youth. You would do well to correct these failings before they come to bring you harm. That is all."

By the time the thoroughly humbled student is excused and scurries past you and down the hall, you catch yourself biting at your lower lip, restless with desire.

You slip into Seteth's office, making sure to close the door behind you. He's already returned to his desk, his brow low and eyes focused on the nightmarish sprawl of paperwork before him. On seeing you, however, his irritable expression immediately softens.

"Ah- do you need something of me, my love?"

You smile, but gesture for him not to leave his seat on your account. Instead, you come to stand behind him, running your hands fondly along his tense shoulder muscles.

"Not in particular, I just figured I'd check up on you," he relaxes just slightly at your touch, "It's been a busy term, huh?"

"That it has," he sighs, his eyes never leaving the work in hand though he does lean back to you, "Would you join Flayn for dinner in my stead tonight?"

"She'll be cross with you for working late again," you lean forward, drawing your arms around him from behind his chair.

"I imagine so, yes," he replies with a bemused sigh. Pressing your body to his back, you let your breath tease the barely concealed point of his ear as you say,

"Maybe you'll even be the one getting lectured for once,"

His body tenses at the gentle sensation.

"I... had hoped that you hadn't overheard that unpleasantness before you arrived."

"Just a bit as you were finishing up," you kiss the shell of his ear, and feel his frame shudder in response, "But to be honest... I actually sort of enjoy getting to hear you being so stern and serious."

Seteth stiffens against you, his posture rigid and his face warming as your hands run along his chest. Still, he maintains a semblance of restraint.

"From what I'm told, it is not a rare occurrence."

"I don't mean your usual seriousness," you say with a laugh that flutters through his hair, "I mean, you know, more... Authoritative. Commanding."

Your teeth graze his ear, and you feel his breathing stall, his jaw tightening as he stifles a groan.

"Dearest..." he says breathlessly, "You... are well aware of my feelings on this sort of thing during working hours."

You hum playfully in reply, then slowly kiss a line down to the corner of his jaw.

"But you've been so busy lately, I've been lonely..."

Seteth clears his throat.

"I am afraid we will both simply have to be patient, my love."

The ironic impatience evident in the strain of his voice draws your lips into a smirk. Pressing yourself warm against him, your hands running along the firm muscles of his chest, you nuzzle the crook of his neck and say,

"And what if I simply can't wait to have you, Seteth? Not all of us can be as unshakably virtuous as you are, you know."

Seteth rises to his feet in one abrupt motion, wresting your arms from him. You let out a squeak of surprise as he seizes you around the waist and pulls you to face him, the back of your legs against his desk as he traps you between it and him. His gaze is full of fire and fury, but his words are unyielding,

"If you struggle to embody virtue, then you must learn it- and you will do so, by my hand alone."

"Seteth-" you barely manage his name, your fight and your breath both leaving you at once.

"I'll not tolerate a moment more of this wanton behavior, Y/N," there's that tone again- that forceful, uncompromising tone that already has your pulse racing and your body warming, "Perhaps you require a reminder of the consequences you stand to face."

You can't get a word out. You only nod.

Please. Please.

Seteth's hand at your chin keeps your gaze trained on him, his touch heated, yet anything but tender.

"You will await me in my quarters this evening, undressed and on your knees, do you understand? I expect to see you ready to bear your punishment with utmost humility and gratitude."

Again, you slowly nod.

"Answer me properly, Y/N."

There's a dangerous edge to his voice. His brow lowers as he looms over you, and you manage,

"Ye- Yes, sir."

"Very good." His expression is contemplative as a fingertip traces the curve of your bottom lip. "We will correct this shameful behavior, Y/N. If I must take you across my lap and strike you until you repent, then so be it. If I must use your lips and throat to train you in obedience, then I shall do so."

A tremor rushes down your spine, and you nearly whimper aloud. Those arresting green eyes hold you rooted to the spot as he speaks, his voice low but firm.

"I will discipline each and every inch of you until I see you trembling beneath me. I will bring you to the very brink of release to hear you beg and plead to me for mercy, and I shall grant you pleasure or withhold it as I see fit. You will worship until your body aches and you can think of nothing but your utter and complete submission."

Like a holy sermon, his words build until they wash over you, enter deep inside of you, leaving your face flushed and knees weak.

"Then, once I am satisfied with your penance, and no sooner," his gaze darkens, though his hand gently caresses your cheek, "then, perhaps, a Saint will hear and answer your prayers."

You're not certain how you're still breathing, let alone still standing. Your hands have steadied you back against his desk, but your legs feel unsteady beneath you. Still, despite it all, you force out a meek whisper,

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

Apparently pleased with this reply, Seteth leans close and warmly, gently kisses your forehead. The sweet tenderness of the act is so deeply at odds with the lurid filth that's filled your imagination that you're not certain how to respond. You want to grab him by his robes and kiss him, want to beg him to pin you to his desk here and now, to fuck obedience and humility into you until the whole Monastery hears how good you can be for him. But that would not be in line with the type of punishment he has in store for you, would it?

"Now then, I am certain you have your own matters to attend to until I see you this evening," Seteth's tone is rigid and business-like once more, shaking you from your lustful daze. He returns to the seat at his desk as you watch him with a sullen pout across your face.

"Seteth," you practically whine his name, "That wasn't fair at all- how am I supposed to just go about my day like this?"

He glances up at you over the paperwork in hand, and says with just the barest hint of a smile,

"On the contrary, I can hardly think of a better way to begin your disciplinary training. I am certain that you can endure it graciously until we meet tonight."

[nicistrying]

Monday 24th July

Saw Barbie with my sister in law yesterday! We loved it. I was kinda devastated we couldn't get photos in the box bc the queue was so big but I guess I'll just have to go and see it again 🤷🏼‍♀️ so that was a nice little break for both of us bc we are both stressed af.

I'm working night shift tonight so got up at 5 and stretched, fed Mags, had breakfast and worked out. I did full body as I didn't want to just do legs and fuck myself up for the rest of the week at work but I also didn't want to do arms & back and look weak in front of the contractors tonight bc you know they're all gonna be men 😂 I need to look somewhat capable bc being 4ft10 and looking about 16 makes me look like I should not be supervising. So just did a bit of all sorts to tire myself out. It felt so good!

Although yeah I did a few weighted bits that felt a little off and then remembered the 'stay out of the gym' section of the IUD info leaflet. Woops 😬 no pain or major discomfort though so I think it's okay. Isn't it insane what the human body bounces back from? Like 5 days ago I was laid up on the couch almost crying in pain and super tender and crampy and faint. Went back to work the next day and now am so back to normal that I did a full workout completely forgetting it was even there. Well done, body 💪

(On that note, flex for @thisgingersnapped50 as I'm finally feeling strong again!)

Sent off another job application for a food poverty charity which I would loove to get if they'll have me. Fingers crossed 🤞 Maggie helped me apply 🥺

And then back to bed for a nap. Just got up and had some pasta, now off to work 7pm-7am 🤢🤢 It's gonna be fine. It means I don't have to work Tuesday which is our busiest and most stressful day, and instead I can just crack on with whatever needs doing by myself tonight while the engineers are working. Wouldn't mind an early finish though 😬

[seraphicalsuccubus]

I'm on NA servers! And id be so down to spam some bg

Also I don't know tumblr etiquette very sorry if I should have just rebkonges your last answer idk what I'm doing ever :3

oh no sending another ask is totally fine, it’s actually preferred because it ensures I’ll actually see your response bc my activity tab is always acting up on mobile recently so i miss when people reblog things in response to me sometimes 😥

but hell yeah baybee let’s goooo !!! do you main horde or alliance ?? are you interested in making a MoP remix character and doing some of that stuff ?? I haven’t started it yet but MoP is by FAR my favorite expansion (along with Burning Crusade, Wrath, and Legion. fuck the rest of them tbh, except some of Dragonflight because Amirdrassil has been my favorite raid since Antorus, the Burning Throne back in Legion lol) so I was planning to maybe tonight or this weekend and check that stuff out but we can also just make regular current Dragonflight toons to level, or fuck it, do both and switch between them as we get bored with what we’re doing !! doesn’t matter to me !!

I main horde but i have some (many 😅) alliance alts because, sue me, but i love the way the Lightforged Draenei look, okay ?? 😭 (and now that we have void elves I can just play an emo blood elf on alliance too lmfao) and some horde alts, and they’re all in different PvP level brackets or we could make some brand new toons to keep just for running stuff together !! I’m game for anything !!

either way, I’m basically cool with doing some remix stuff or just spamming bgs on alts or even starting fresh with whatever, I don’t care !! I do play solely healers so regardless of what we do, our queues for things should be relatively quick since everyone usually always needs heals, and we’ll basically never die with me keeping us both alive in PvE and PvP (if you stick with me during bgs) lol

jeeze, this was a long winded way of asking whatcha like to do in game/faction preference and whatnot just to lead into giving you my battle.net tag regardless because I’m really just up for anything in game so I guess none of that really matters all that much lmfao.

ANYWAYS, it’s Gothicc#1445, feel free to add me and shoot me a message since I have the b.net app on my phone and can reply to messages anytime there !! (if you don’t already have me added because I’ve posted my tag before so I dunno if you’ve already got me on your friends list or not but here it is again, just in case !! 🖤)

[littleraeofsunshineda]

the state of the NHS after fourteen years of Tories is a terrifying and miserable capitalist hellscape

case in point, me, the last week or so:

have uti, picked up from a partner's infection. Very simple easy thing to treat. This one is a nasty little bugger, I feel like shit.

call gp. Ask for appointment.

No appointments.

At length told a pharmacy can prescribe 3 days of antibiotics without you seeing gp. Excellent!

Receive antibiotics. At this point we are ~3-4 days in. That's also how long it's been since I had a proper night's sleep because I HAVE TO GET UP TO PEE FOUR TIMES.

Antibiotics produce great improvement, but (surprise) perhaps not 100% by the time I finish the course. Nevrthless, am told by pharmacy I can't get any more from them. I must go to gp.

Call gp. Come down at 8am physically to surgery next day.

Arrive at 7.47. 12th in the queue. Total queue reaches >20 by 8am. For a cool parallel, they run out of appointments at person 8. The poor receptionist looks like if she has to tell one more person there's nothing she can do, she'll cry.

Receptionist tells me I can try again tmm (arrive at 7.30? I wonder thoughtfully) or try submitting a request through The App. Someone will call me today. I thank her and submit it in the car before I leave.

3.55 (GPs generally close at 4pm). No call. I squish down the fear that I am Karen-ing and call in. "I'm so sorry," I say, "do you know if I WILL be called today?"

She says I might get one up to 6pm, but that will only be a receptionist who will be booking an appointment in the next couple of weeks. "This can't wait two weeks," I say. "Your own guidance says so."

"There's nothing I can do," she says, and: "You shouldn't be using the online system for things that are urgent, anyway." "I tried to get an emergency appointment and there was nothing: I was TOLD to use this," I say, helplessly. "...Well anyway," she says, "the receptionist might call you by six."

AHA! I think. I am immensely lucky and have some small health insurance through work - including virtual gp. Maybe they can help! I book an appointment through that platform, relieved.

The appointment is over the phone within an hour - phenomenal. She tells me that she is not allowed to prescribe me anything: the uti not fully clearing up in 3 days of antibiotics means I need specialist urine testing as there is likely resistance. It needs to happen immediately, today, tonight, because I am at risk of a kidney infection. She can only refer me back to the NHS.

I say "but they don't have anything, and I can't argue - the poor receptionist can't do anything about not having appointments."

"You have to fight," she says. "You have to be seen. Go to urgent care if you have to."

It is now 6.05pm. The receptionist has not called.

Guess I'm spending the evening in a&e.

This is the struggle to get basic healthcare in the UK right now, and there is very often NO OPTION other than A&E. I HAVE some level of "private healthcare", and they could not do anything. Imagine what it's like for most people who don't even have the tiny level of access for a virtual GP to tell them that they ARE right, and they DO need to make a fuss.

I have been crying on and off all day. This is just not having healthcare. I wish I had any confidence at all that we'll change how we vote as a country.

[motherofkittens94]

Ah gee I went to see hozier yesterday and yeah I enjoyed it the music was good but I had such a strange experience right first off this lady pulled me out the queue and put me to the front im used to this part happening and I'm usually kinda glad like yes that’s the one single disability perk right, queue jumping

but also this lady was making me hold her hand which was a bit much like you dont need to do that I can walk but yeah my disability is noticeable i guess and people think theyre doing good but anyway she let me go in ahead and yeah that was great but then I guess she was telling the whole staff about me or something because like literally every other ten minutes some new staff member would corner me ask if I was okay or why I was alone or if was I lost or if I needed help I would say I'm okay not lost im by myself I can manage but then some other person would come later and ask me again if i was okay and if I wanted help and Its like again??

eventually they moved me to the raised platform which is not what i booked ok but fine it is a better view there from thanks but I dont see why people felt the need to be checking me so much i wasnt drunk i wasnt injured i wasn't upset i was not doing anything out of the ordinary nothing that anybody else wasn't also or less even i mean there were very drunk people there and they weren't being asked if they were okay

I mean asking once fine nice even

twice ?understandable but like seven /eight times? Frickin weird leave me alone already I can manage

Like I feel I should be grateful they were helping me and it sort of was and you may think oh but everyone wanted to assist you wouldnt you perfer that? surely worse things could've happened instead you got better treatment thats good right?

Yeah maybe but you know it was going on so often it made me feel self conscious like clearly I was coming off as not normal and /or vulnerable somehow or maybe they didnt believe i was as old as i said i was or idk but i didn't ask for help and didn't really need it either I just wanted to have fun listen to music relax be a regular person like everybody else there

It would've been fine- if i had asked for help - I didn't

Also afterwards they didn't even let me leave until it was nearly empty and then they all waving at me like goodbye sweetie goodbye _like embarrassing how am i ever gonna come back here now after this

and then they made two guys walk with me all down the street because i was going home by myself ive done this same journey a billion times i know what im doing

so anyway thats not even the end of it because next I take the train back and get off my stop someone in the train gets off to ask I'm okay and if I know where to go like yes I'm going home then as I go up the hill this lady is following me annnd then she asks im okay and if i need help as well!

what do you think I'm doing!

like what the hell is wrong with me tonight that nobody thinks I'm okay? I don't know what you think is wrong whats the matter with me huh? I can't work out what I did that made everyone so concerned except just being there

I was by myself fair- i guess if someone was with me all this wouldn't have happened and yeah im a loser and i go to events by myself sometimes so what? its not illegal though is it im twenty eight not bloody five i literally live there I don't need help walking around im not lost I dont need you to pretend to befriend me I did not need help

Maybe i took this all the wrong way because yeah they wanted to help but it felt like every single person was singling me out and letting me know they think I'm strange and that I cant cope

Uncomfortable!

This is what i get for trying to do normal gal activities I guess

[joannaofarkham]

So, I was looking at my very old and unfinished wips and found this little gem. This is the very first idea I had for an aot x star trek au, and it's much lighter than the one posted in AO3.

Now I'm thinking if I should complete this as a stand alone and a completely other aot x star trek au 🤔

800 hrs., 6 Hours Before Graduation

"Cadet Ackerman, you may start."

The raven-haired cadet nods cooly at the panel of officers in front of her. She glances at the lieutenant, a Betazoid, just like her, who has placed a recorder and a lie detector on top of the table, but the young cadet knows that the lieutenant won't need the latter. 

As a Betazoid, and a full-blooded one, they have telepathic abilities. They can tell right away if a person is lying, not just by their thoughts, but also by their emotional state.  Cadet Mikasa Ackerman has almost the same abilities, being a part Betazoid. While she can't exactly read someone's mind, she can determine how someone is emotionally, including if they are guilty or not. 

So, there's no point in lying in front of a Betazoid, much more in front of a Starfleet officer who's monitoring her statement on the incident that happened last night. Mikasa just hopes that by telling the truth, she won't jeopardize their graduation.

And they said this isn't a court-martial but it sure feels like one. 

Mikasa inhales, then exhales to relax her nerves. Then she starts giving her statement about the brawl among the upperclassmen cadets which include her, her friends, and a shuttlecraft used in one of their classes that was almost torn to pieces, starting from the very beginning.

2000 hrs., 18 Hours Before Graduation

The chattering of young upperclassmen cadets fills the halls of the academy's grand mess hall. The excitement from these cadets is intoxicating, talks of what's next evident in each group huddling together at their own tables as they share their last meal as outgoing cadets of Starfleet Academy. Finally free from exams and projects, the cadets are making more memories as they can for one more night, for tomorrow their goodbyes and see-yous will be the ones reverberating in the academy halls. 

Tomorrow, they will be standing before their loved ones, the Federation, and the rest of the Starfleet officers, ready to explore strange new worlds, ready to seek out new civilizations. 

Ready to boldly go like the officers before them. 

Tomorrow, Starfleet Academy Class of 2377  finally graduates and joins the continuing mission of Starfleet as fully-fledged ensigns of their first starship. 

Mikasa and her friends aren't any different from these hopeful graduates who are excited to go to their first missions, may it be within the Alpha Quadrant or beyond the deeper space.

Still in their uniform, Mikasa and Sasha queue up in one of the replicators. Their friends have already secured a table for them, waiting until everyone got their dinner. 

"Do you think any of us will be assigned to Captain Smith's ship?" Sasha asks Mikasa as they move closer to the replicator.

 Mikasa just shrugs and said, "I'm not sure. When I got a transmission from Levi earlier, he said his shore leave to attend our graduation just only got approved after finishing one of their first contact missions, and that he was on his way to the nearest Starbase to get an en route here. The transmission was recorded, I guess two, three days ago. Seems like their ship is too far to get back in time for the roster."

"That's too bad. I always wanted to serve under Captain Smith. They always get the best missions." Sasha sighs softly. Once they reach the rows of replicators, she recites the dinner she wants and the machine obliged.  A tray with a plate of steak, mashed potatoes, greens, and a glass of synthehol appears on the replicator's receiving tray. The academy has lifted the synthehol ban for tonight for the upperclassmen, so everyone is getting rounds of it, even if they know they won't really get the buzz like the real ones give. 

It's Mikasa's turn to get her dinner from the replicator. Like Sasha, she recites the dinner she wants, just a bowl of donburi and soup, plus a glass of synthehol then gets her tray once it appears. Mikasa then responds to Sasha. 

"Honestly, I wouldn't want to be assigned to that ship on my first assignment. They always get the dangerous missions."

"You don't want to be in dangerous missions?" Sasha gawks at Mikasa. "You? Honey, you aced every hand-to-hand and phaser combat class we have. You're the fastest to dismantle and assemble a phaser rifle, I think dangerous missions should be scared of you."

"Just because I can do those stuff better and quicker doesn't mean I want to be part of those dangerous missions. I don't want to die yet, Sasha."

They reach the table where their friends are sitting. Almost everyone is there already and busy with either their food, discussion of plans they have for tonight, or sending in some last-minute projects to make up with their grades. 

On the left side of the long table,  at the very far side, is Armin Arlert, who is still checking his PADD as if he hasn't sent in all his extra projects, not that he needs the extra grades. He is already top of their class, and will definitely get a high appreciation award tomorrow with his understanding of Engineering and Advanced Warp Core Theory but he's too humble and shy to admit his brilliance and too nervous to fail a single coursework hence, he would grab the other extra projects thrown to them.

Beside Armin,  a tiny blonde Bajoran woman who's busy with her own PADD and then nudges him, as if he has sent her something offensive, is Annie Leonhart.  Though one of the shortest in their class, her hand-to-hand and close-range combat skills are as impeccable as Mikasa. She is probably the next best cadet in those classes since she and Mikasa would always and unintentionally compete for the top spot. But they have mutual respect for each other for being good fighters and for being what Armin considered the important people in his life.

Across the two blondes are Ymir Freckles and Historia Reiss, who are busy feeding each other the food they have got from the replicator– a variety of desserts ranging from cakes to chocolate candy bars. The tall brunette who did have freckles on her face had been dating the other tiny blonde woman beside her way before their Starfleet Academy days. 

Their story was they hopped on a ship going to Earth from their homeworld, which is one of the Federation's colony planets near the Cardassia-Bajor border to elope, and never turned back with what they left. Who would've thought that in this day and age, some families would still prohibit a budding romance just because they were of different status? Their friends were shocked when they told this story to them during their first year in the academy but they never missed showering these women with adoration and love. They'd hoped for them not to get separated after getting their ship assignment tomorrow after graduation but that would be a futile wish.

Looming over his tray of protein beside Historia is Reiner Braun. A beast when playing Parisses Square, a sporting event that could potentially injure players critically when played without abiding by the rules, but his friends will say he is the most sincere person in their circle.

Lost his parents at a young age during the last stretch of the Cardassian occupation in Bajor, Reiner lived with his remaining relatives who were freedom fighters at that time. The danger in his life wasn't done yet even if the war with their oppressors was over. There was unrest among the Bajorans since the planet was left without a leader. Civil wars were inevitable then, and Reiner was tasked to take the young ones to safety. 

Together with Annie and Bertholt Hoover, who is sitting across from him, they evacuated Bajor with the other kids, for good. Starfleet officers who were assigned for a diplomatic mission discovered their freighter floating dangerously near the Cardassian border but they were successfully rescued. The captain of the starship Reiner boarded saw the three's dedication and potential, so they were recommended by the captain for Starfleet Academy admissions. It was an opportunity he could never miss, especially because he knew that being a Starfleet officer could give him the chance to support the younger Bajoran orphans like him to live a better life. And, maybe, to go back to Bajor and help rebuild their nation.

Beside Reiner, the fair-haired young man who was smiling and beckoning Sasha to sit beside him, is Connie Springer. He is not the brightest of the cadets, he almost failed some tests during his early years in the academy and had to stay behind after classes for extra work, but his determination has pushed him to do better bit by bit.

But when it comes to having fun, Connie is definitely the man for it, along with Sasha. They are like PB & J these two, one would mistake them for dating but really, they stuck as buddies throughout their academy days for the only cadets who repeated Exochemistry in their class batch. And the guy has a delectable food palate, always knowing which dish goes well with what drink. If he weren't able to pass the academy, he would have pursued a profession related to food. 

Connie is also very good with programming holodeck stories, something his friends really like about him. The best holodeck simulation he did is based on an ancient Japanese graphic novel, a manga as they would call it, about giant people called Titans that attacked a lone island and ate its occupants. It’s a fun holodeck simulation where he and his friends play roles but it will take a while for them to finish it with the upcoming graduation. 

Sasha beams back at Connie and sits beside him, while Mikasa sits next to Sasha. She then circles back to their topic. 

"I'm just saying, Mika. Regardless of how sensitive the mission is, with your skills, I think you'll do well with Captain Smith's missions."

Mikasa scrunches her nose and sips from her cup of synthehol. "Eh, they're still dangerous, and besides, it would be weird for Levi and me to be on one ship."

Connie is now the one to speak up. "Why would it be weird? Wouldn't it be easier since he's your cousin? Oh, and also, won't their ship be on the roster?"

Everyone at the table stops whatever they have been doing to listen to Mikasa. Like Sasha, they are also looking forward to being commissioned to USS Sina. Mikasa looks at everyone at the table and shrugs nonchalantly, just like before in the replicator queue. "Levi will come here aboard another starship. No luck, guys."

And just like Sasha, the young cadets at the table state their desire to have their first assignment in Sina, their excitement and eagerness bubbling.

A small smile creeps on Mikasa's lips. She will definitely miss this bunch. Sure, there will be a chance for some of them to get assigned on the same ship as her, but a career in Starfleet means years before meeting your friends again. It won’t be surprising if some of them get promoted to lieutenant junior grade or even a higher rank the next time they see each other. 

Her eyes scan the faces on the table, realizing that they aren’t complete yet. Three people are  still missing from their circle so she asks, "Hey, has anyone heard from Eren, Jean, and Marco?"

It’s Armin who answers her, closing his PADD and putting it aside. "Oh, Eren said they’ll be coming late. They're still doing some last-minute routine checks on the trainer crafts they're using for tomorrow's exhibition." 

Mikasa nods then sighs softly. She loves all her friends, really, but she can’t help feeling incomplete whenever Eren was away.

[duhragonball]

All right, Nanowriomo doesn't start for another 24 hours and change, and I think I've taken care of all the prep stuff I needed to do. Tomorrow, I take a nap, stay up till midnight and... begin.

Not much point dancing around it anymore. The next several chapters of my fic will be devoted to Luffa vs. Goku. This was pretty much the whole reason I started this thing.

Like, I came up with the character around 2004, because I wanted to do a Dragon Ball fanfic and couldn't think of a good angle until I considered making my own take on the ancient Super Saiyan to serve as a counterpoint to Broly. And one of the problems I had with the original Broly movie was that it introduced Broly as a challenger to Goku's Super Saiyan title, so he'd have to fight to prove he's the real deal, but their battle was too one-sided for my tastes. I wanted Goku to face a peer who could match him, and they would put on a clinic. If they were to fight. In 2007, I remember imagining Luffa getting to see Goku and Vegeta in the future, but I couldn't figure out a good way to make that happen. Then 2015 came along with create-a-character for the Time Patrol, and it all clicked into place. I just had to write all the setup.

And I've wanted to ramble on about this for years, but I knew I couldn't, because it would spoil the fun when it came time to actually make it happen. Besides, there wasn't much use in hyping up a dream match when it only existed in my head.

But now it can be told. Well... not now now. But soon.

I'm feeling kind of restless right now...

Oh, right, I was going to address some programming notes. One thing I didn't get done this month was the 2023 Dragon Ball Apocrypha Liveblog. The last stop on that tour was supposed to be the DBS manga adaptation of Super Hero, but the arc stubbornly refuses to end. I had said a while back that I might just knock out the chapters that were available in October, whether the story was finished or not, but I just couldn't find the time for that.

So my options now are to write it up in November--which is probably not a great idea since liveblogging and writing fanfic in the same month never goes well for me-- or I can just do it in December, which might be more realistic, since there's a non-zero chance that the arc won't be over until then anyway. I mean, I can't do it in January, because that's 2024, and that defeats the whole idea of a 2023 Apocrypha liveblog, right?

I'll keep you posted, but no matter what I do, you probably shouldn't expect to see me post anything about the manga until December either way. Either I wait until December to start, or I do it in November and I probably won't have it ready to post until December anyway. These manga chapters always come out near the end of the month, you know. Anyway, I'm sick of letting Shueisha set the pace for this thing. I'll do it on my terms, not theirs.

And yeah, I guess that's it for tonight. For newer followers who don't know how this works, I use Halloween to hype up the start of Nano by queueing up some songs to set the mood, then I post a version of the DX theme song around midnight to mark the start, and also a picture of Cell saying "Ding!" from the dub. Then I use the blog to sort of ramble on about the writing experience. It's probably not great for viewer engagement, but that's how it goes.

[fiberslut]

Apparently the multiverse is real

Chapter 7: Itsy Bitsy Spider

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Pairing: the avengers x reader

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so you may find some funny words/sentences or broken grammar in here. I'll say sorry in advance but I've tried my best.

Summary: You accidentally travel to Marvel universe(not earth-616), but luckily you've got your phone with you. You may ask what do you mean luckily, just read this fiction.

Warning: spoiler of Doctor Strange In The Multiverse Of Madness

'Where r u?' I decide to text Pete since I'd waited for him for 30 minutes

Lately, Tony was working so hard, not about technologies, but about matchmaking me. He tried to set me up with Franklin Richards, Harry Osborn, and Kate Bishop just to make me forget about Bucky. This week it is Peter Parker's queue. Tony didn't set me up with Pete but Pete asked me himself, so that is why I'm waiting for him in front of his dorm at Empire State University.

'I'm coming' Pete finally texts me back

5 minutes later

"I'm so sorry, Y/N, I had to help my professor recalculate the equation, and then we forgot to add more variation so we had to recalculate it again but then we realized that we actually did it right in the first place so we had to go back to the same equation" He tells while he's panting

"Oh that sucks" My brain just went blank since he said the first 'equation' so I just pretend to enjoy his conversation

"So I'm thinking we should go to the planetarium after the movie, what do you think?" He asks nervously

"Yeah whatever" I just really want this day to end

"OK, let's go, um, where is Happy's parking anyway?"

"Just follow m-" Before I can finish my sentence, there is a glowing portal that appears in front of me.

"Hi I'm Doctor Stephen Strange, are you Y/N?" He asks me

"Yeah, and what do you want from me?"

"I just got back from the dark dimension, and Wong told me everything about you"

Oh, I totally forgot about that.

"You have to go with me" He tells me and starts to create a portal

"Hey sir, she has a date with me" Pete tries to intervene

"I'm sorry Pete, but I think it's important" I don't know if it's important or not but I'm surely not in the mood for a date tonight

Yeah. Instead of going on the 4th date of the week, I decided to jump into a portal with a total stranger.

The portal opens to an old library somewhere.

"I guess this is Kamar-Taj"

"Yes. And you must tell me about yourself so I could try to find a way to send you back" Stephen wastes no time and cuts to the chase

"Woah woah, we just met and the first thing you try to do is get rid of me?"

"Yes" He answers with an emotionless face

"Ok, first of all, I don't have any interdimensional diseases, I'm just stronger, faster, and just can heal myself"

"How long have you been here?"

"About 2 months""Wait, did you just spend 2 months in the dark dimension?" I just realize that

"Yes and it didn't feel that long, dark dimension doesn't have time"

"So you just went there just to be with Clea?" I tease him

"What? NO! Why would I want to be near that creature?"

"I thought you and her are a thing"

"Nope and never. She is Faltine and she rules the dark dimension"

"Oh. My bad. Where I'm from you guys are a couple"

"Oh. So what am I like in your universe?"

"You're hot, I mean hot mess, like you just used the darkhold and caused an incursion"

"Yuck that Stephen must be super reckless"

"It's just a bad writing, I guess"

"What do you mean?" He asks curiously

"Like you're just a character in movies and comics"

"So there is no magic in your universe? But how did you get here?"

"That is what I'm trying to find out"

"Ok. Let's try this"

He then pulls one of my hair and tries to create a portal with it.

"Nope it's not working" He shakes his head as there is no portal coming out of my hair

"Yeah. Even America Chavez couldn't find my universe"

"As a sorcerer supreme, I am sorry to tell you that this is out of my hands"

"It's ok, I'm kinda getting used to it now"

"Let's get you home"

"NO!"

"What do you mean NO?"

"Please. If I go back now, I have to go on a boring date, do you have any place to go or any mission to do? I can tag along, I won't be your burden just don't let me go back on a date"

"Actually I do have a mission"

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We're back in New York. At some random street. People are running away from an alley.

"My friend there needs some help, you stay here ok?"

"Ok" Actually I have no intention to stay still. So after Doctor Strange flies away from me, I run to that alley. (And yes, I reach there before him) There is a giant web and a giant spider-person. He is trying to attack Ghost Rider.

"I said stay there" Stephen finally reaches the alley and sees me

"That is Spider-X" I tell him

"How did you kno- anyways what should we do?"

"We need electrical energy so we can explode him"

"Do we really have to kill him?"

"That is the only way" Or in this case, that is the only solution that I read from Midnights Sons Unlimited Issue 3

"Ok fine"

"Oh we should tell all your friends to retreat"

"Ok"

Then Doctor Strange creates a portal to teleport Ghost Rider and John Blaze. After that, he creates a portal above Spider-X and drops a big electric generator on it. And bam! It explodes and kills that thing.

"That was convenient" John Blaze turns to talk to Stephen

"Thanks to you. I almost run out of ideas. That thing somehow managed to flee from my penance stare" Ghost Rider admits and thanks Stephen

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After Ghost Rider and John Blaze went home. Stephen decided to take me home (in this case, Stark Tower).

"That was amazing, thanks by the way" He says

"You're welcome" I smile back at him

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME AGAIN?!" Tony shouts

"Did you just ditch Pete to go out with another middle age man?" Tony still mads

"Hi dad" I smile apologetically at Tony as I remember that I forgot to text him

"Hi Tony" Stephen says "Your daughter really help me with the team today, she is really smart"

"You went on a mission?!" Apparently, that makes Tony even madder

"Yeah dad, but everything's fine"

"I gotta go now" Stephen clearly flees from the situation

"Did you hurt? What happened?" Tony seems to calm down after Stephen left "See? This is why I made you a suit"

"Nothing happened to me Tony, I finally use my comics knowledge to help people"

"That's great but next time just don't ditch Pete, that boy was devastated enough already"

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[chaos-of-the-endless]

This is gonna be completely self Indulgent so I'm sorry from the start.

Ian Wright x male stripper reader: as a birthday gift for Ian Ben takes them to a club and pay for Ian to have a dance queue Ian meeting reader and just being completely flustered while R is doing his thing.

This was prompted by me listening to gimme more by Britney spears you can thank my great music taste

Haha nothing wrong with self indulgent! This one totally got my attention so - I hope you like

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Ian's birthday attire was mostly leather. Tight, tight leather, with a black corset under the slightly cut off jacket. Ben thought this was a great idea, knowing how much Ian loved the more out-there kind of entertainment, a simple gathering around candles and a birthday cake seemed to be doing them an injustice.

This particular club was - let's just say an equal opportunities stripping experience, men and woman and both and neither where on those podiums dancing up a storm, and Ian couldn't quite believe their eyes for a moment when they realised that this birthday treat had been totally well thought out.

"Woooooow." They smirked, deep red lips and darkly painted eyes made them feel rockstar enough to be there as they strutted over to the boy that immediately caught their eye, looking back at the gang and making the rock sign with their hand and sticking out their tongue with a smile.

Nodding along with the music for a while, letting their body move a little with the music too, because that was just in their nature, you leaned down, dangling yourself with one hand from the pole, as you let the other hand brush through their hair just barely, which made Ian beam a smile "So I can't touch you, but you can touch me? Hardly fair." they called out over the music with a chuckle.

"I think I'll bend that rule for you, gorgeous." You bite your bottom lip in that sexy boyband-from-the-90s kinda way and jump down from the podium and roll your hips close to Ian's before placing both your hands on their shoulders and pushing them towards a sofa until the back of their knees hit it and they sit unexpectedly.

"What's your name?" Ian asked, and you laughed softly "You don't need to know my name.. To enjoy some good music and a dance." You reply as you look over at the DJ and gesture for them to put the on your song for the night.

"I guess that really depends on what you call good music." Ian laughed as a Britney Spears song started, and they where being pinned to their chair as you strip off the mesh shirt you were barely wearing as it was. Straddling their lap and rolling your hips again, this time it was right against their body, and despite their bold outfit and government tech expert rockstar realness, they blushed, and let out a nervous little giggle.

Moving a carefully placed knee between their legs and grinding down against their thigh as you lean in enough to smell their incredible perfume, you purr into their ear as they dare to rest their hands on your thighs as they body roll to the music.

Letting their head fall to the back of the chair, Ian let out a laugh, how their body was reacting was making them shift in their seat a little under those dance moves.

"Going home alone tonight, birthday baby?" You whisper into their ear.

"That's the plan."

"Plans change."

"Do I have to pay a fee for those plans changing?" They asked with a chuckle "I mean... That's... Totally fine if you do that... Sex work is absolutely legit work.. I just... I was asking on a more personal level...but I don't want to.. - Ah, No, wait... I.." They ended up glancing down and laughing as they shook their head, and you slip your fingers under their chin to guide them to look back up at you.

"No charge for someone that does so much good for the world, how does that sound?" You whispered to them "It does mean you have to wait until my shift is over, though... You'll have to sit and watch as I dance for all the other girls and boys and everyone inbetween. I hope that doesn't bother you..." Ian shook their head at your words. "The opposite, actually. I like watching."

"We are going to get on ~famously." You wink as you climb off and lean in, leaving the barest of kisses to those dark red lips, making sure not to ruin them. "By the way? You're sexy when you trip over your words."