#i just mentioned the name in passing once after i changed my pronouns on my nametag and she noticed and she remember!

[be-good-to-bugs]

you would think considering how much it loves sleeping that my body would, yknow, sleep when i ask it to. or even just when it has barely slept in days and im trying so hard to sleep

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for calling out someone for being manipulative towards a trans friend? Names have been changed for privacy reasons and TLDR at the end because this is long.

I (24f) am cis but have had a lot of trans friends (binary, nonbinary, and neopronoun) throughout the years and am very supportive so i take this very seriously. So I met this girl my first year in college (we were 18 at the time) and we became friends. We're polar opposites, she talks a lot and I don't, she parties a lot and I like to do more sophisticated things, she's a typical extrovert basically, and I'm more introverted. Anne (24f) was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder. I don't know when, she just told me this years ago. I've seen tiktoks about bpd and researched Google about bpd a little so I know all about how they have fave persons and will "mimic" people in the friend group and become clingy, manipulate, etc. I've seen pics of her in high school, noticed that she was a theater kid, she said she was good at acting and even said she thinks her bpd helped with her acting although I'm not sure how, but she said she only joined the theater club because a boy she had a crush on was in theater. That should've been my first red flag but I was naive. She has a degree in something else (not theater) because our second year in college her favorite character in a TV show did a certain job, she got interested in that, and now she also does that as a living. She doesn't talk about her bpd, she's only mentioned it a handful of times. I can count on one hand how many times. And I get it because she said someone once told her people with bpd should be sterilized and not be allowed near children. Which is really messed up and I hate that someone said that.

However on with the situation. One of our friends Mike (25m) is a trans man. We met him four years ago. He's very handsome, broody, introverted, intelligent, great listener, very accepting and understanding, similar to me but opposite to her. Now we didn't know he was trans until two years ago, because I asked him on a date and he turned me down, and when I asked why he told me that he was mostly T4T and only viewed me as a friend. We were like woah you're trans, okay that's cool, etc. He explained that he was lucky enough to get on puberty blockers and transition young etc which is why he passes. I said okay I'm not trans and you're mostly T4T fair enough.

Well last year Anne suddenly tells us that she is trans too. She says she's bigender. She says she is okay with either she her or he him because she feels like a man and a woman at the same time. Some days she's a woman, some days she's a man, and some days she's both, according to her. She says she does not like they them pronouns. Suddenly her and Mike are spending all this extra time together. Last month he confided in me that he thinks he's in love with her, after years of him only seeing her as a friend, and then they started officially dating.

Here's the problem: she has not changed her outward appearance, her name, started any kind of medical stuff, joined any groups, bought a binder etc. We all continue to call her she and her because she fully presents as female and doesn't have a problem with it. Also she's very effeminate in body language, the way she talks, etc. I know technically I could call her a he or a him, too, but she never asks me to or corrects people when they call her she because well technically she is a she too. Mike is the only one who uses he and him pronouns with her as often as she and her, but she has never thanked him. It really feels like she's saying she's trans and then going about her life exactly as a cis woman simply to convince Mike to date her.

First off, Anne and Mike are NOT compatible. She likes to party, smoke weed, talks a lot, I'm not sure how she graduated with such good grades or why she does so well in her job because she is honestly a LOT to handle and I'm saying that as nice as possible. Mike would never touch weed or go to clubs and he says he would be fine staying home while she does those things but how could you trust someone to party while high and not hook up with others? I've seen her make out with five people in one night at a frat party. They also had wildly different childhoods, such as she grew up in a conservative community and doesn't speak to her family, and he grew up in a liberal area and is close with his family. But more importantly she has a history of joining theater because she had a crush on someone in theater (plus she admits she is good at acting, so maybe she is acting now?) and getting a degree and job in a field because a favorite fictional character did that and now this? It feels like she was attracted to him, found out he usually dates other trans people, and found a way to continue being cis but claim to be trans without having to do anything trans related, basically mimicing her favorite person. As soon as they met they hit it off, or should I say she clung to him and pretended to have the same likes and dislikes whenever they were alone I assume.

It sounds terrible I know, which is why I discussed this with a group chat first that neither of them are in, and the group chat not only agreed that she is far too "obnoxious" for him (those were NOT my words!) but that she is faking being trans in an attempt to make him fall in love with her (which seems to be working.) I would NEVER have gone further without making sure with them first. So then a few of the people in my group chat and I held an intervention with Anne alone. The six of us (the others don't live close enough to come) met up with Anne at her place and told her what she was doing was wrong and gross and that she needed to get help for her bpd and to stop catfishing Mike. She didn't take well to what was said, which I anticipated, but she went crazy. She was screaming at us, insulting us, sobbing while yelling etc, literally said if we ever contacted her again she would call the cops, so we left.

I immediately called Mike before she could and asked him to meet me at a restaurant nearby and that it was very important. Since Mike doesn't know anyone in the group chat I went alone and I explained EVERYTHING before she could gaslight and manipulate him even further. He left, did not finish or pay for his food. I messaged him several times, but a few hours later he texted me to never to speak to him again, and then blocked me on everything. I showed up to his house and Anne was there. Mike said if I ever contacted him again he would get a restraining order on me so I left. I've discussed this with the group chat and now suddenly half of them changed their mind and don't want to talk about it anymore. Several of them left the group chat. Not only that but several of my friends who know either Mike or Anne or both have blocked me on everything. When I've tried to contact these friends through other means and explain everything, they either didn't respond or said for me never to contact them again because I was being transphobic. Listen I know under NORMAL circumstances you shouldn't question when someone comes out but this is NOT a normal situation, and now I am concerned Anne is unsafe for Mike but also an unsafe person to know, as she literally is trying to destroy my life because I called her out on some seriously messed up and abusive behavior.

TLDR am I the asshole for trying to protect my trans friend from a potential stalker?

What are these acronyms?

[keerysfreckles]

breaking the silence — steve harrington

pairing: steve harrington x nurse!fem!reader

warnings: s4 spoilers, canon s4 events, use of y/n and she/her pronouns, mentions of death, long fic (i got carried away oopsies)

a/n: thanks to my wifey @keerysbrowneyes for the idea :) <3

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"can we go to the cafeteria?"

"what if she wakes up soon?"

"can we play dnd now?"

steve groans for the hundredth time today. the kids were on his last nerve.

"guys!" steve interjects all their questions. "yes, you all can go to the cafeteria. i'll stay with max in case she wakes up. and no will, you can't play dnd."

dustin smiles, along with lucas and erica, as will frowns. the party makes their way out of the room and down the hall, all will empty stomachs.

steve can finally relax as he sits in one of the chairs placed in the room. he stares at max. her eyes are still shut, the blood has now faded to a light pink color around her eyes. she still had all the casts on her body.

steve couldn't stare at her for long, or else he'd breakdown right then and there. instead, he chose to fiddle with his calloused fingers.

however his head picked up once the door opened, revealing a nurse he hasn't seen before.

usually the nurse was male, who was much older with his grey hair. this nurse looked younger, and was a woman.

"oh hi, i didn't think anyone would be in here right now," the nurse explains.

steve stands from the chair, "i can leave if you want?"

the nurse only smiles, "don't be silly. i'm just checking her vitals."

steve nods, before sitting back down. "do you know how much longer she'll be like this?" he asks.

"well she's taking all the medicine nicely, and getting the rest she needs. so i'd say give her one more month at most."

steve runs his fingers through his hair. it's been two months since the upside down incident. all he hoped for was for max to get better as quick as possible.

"are you her primary care-taker?" the nurse asks.

steve shakes his head.

"i just figured since you're here everyday to see her," the nurse explains.

"no uh- her mom checks on her sometimes. at least that's what she tells me."

the nurse nods, as she finishes taking max's vitals, and writing down any changes.

"thank you," steve gestures towards max, "for doing all this?"

the nurse laughs, "for doing my job? you're welcome," she puases, not knowing the man's name.

"steve."

the nurse smiles, "steve."

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twenty four hours pass and steve finds himself in the hospitals visiting max again. the only difference being robin sitting next to him.

keith agreed to let robin go with steve, as family video wasn't busy on tuesdays.

robin was in the middle of telling steve about her and vickie's date from last week, until a knock on the door interrupted the girl.

steve noticed the nurse that walked in. it was the same nurse as yesterday, and today she had a cart filled with medical supplies.

"oh hi steve," the nurse smiles, "who's this?" she gestures to robin.

robin waves, "i'm robin, steve's friend."

steve nods, "yeah she agreed to come with me today, instead of the kids."

"you knew those kids in the cafeteria yesterday?" the nurse asks.

steve nods again, "well they were friends with max before me, but yeah i guess i-" robin hits steve's shoulder. "we look after them now."

"that's sweet of you guys," the nurse smiles.

robin turns to steve once the nurse starts checking on max. steve turns to robin as well, confused once he gets a look from her.

robin gestures her head towards the nurse. steve on the other hand just dismisses it. she was totally asking about it later.

robin's seen steve with this same look on his face before. whenever he looked at a breathtaking girl walking into scoops or family video. it was the same way he looked at nancy.

robin smirked to herself while getting out of her chair, "do you want anything from the vending machine?" she asks steve.

he shakes his head, and sends her a narrow look, knowing why she was leaving the room so suddenly.

in five seconds, it was just steve and the nurse in max's room again.

"i never got your name yesterday," steve breaks the silence.

"it's y/n," she looks over at steve.

"that really suits you," he smiles, and notices her cheeks turning pink.

the very sweet moment was cut short when robin re-entered the room, with three bags of chips in hand. steve gave her a look.

"what? i'm hungry," robin answered, before sitting back down in the seat next to steve.

y/n finished filling out the paperwork for max, and took the iv out of her arm she put in earlier.

she then walked over to steve with a few papers in her hand. she first hands him two papers, "these are the improvements she's made since last week, and the negatives."

steve gets handed another paper, and tries to ignore how his fingers touched y/n's.

"this is for her care-taker, so either for you, or if you're lucky to find a legal guardian."

steve and robin both look over the papers, happy once they read max is finally starting to have bigger improvements.

a device on the medical cart beeps twice, making y/n have to leave the room quickly to get to another patient. once steve and robin are alone, robin's curiosity gets the best of her.

"you like her don't you?"

steve whips his head to face robin, "what kind of question is that? we just met yesterday."

"i'm not hearing a no steven."

"rob, come on, don't be ridiculous."

"all i'm saying is, maybe it's good that you finally moved on from nancy. she's with jonathan in california anyways. maybe it's time to hop off that train."

steve shakes his head, "gee thanks for reminding me robin."

steve knew robin had a point. all the unnecessary pining for a girl he couldn't have. it just weighed him down most of the time.

an announcement was emitted over the speakers of the hospital, stating that visiting hours were over. steve and robin get their belongings before leaving the room. they pass the cafeteria, making steve stop in his tracks.

"do you want to get food before we head home?" steve points to the food court like area.

"no, vickie's actually picking me up for a date," robin nonchalantly answers.

steve's eyes widen, "wow, and you didn't tell me?" he laughs.

robin shoves him, before she starts walking to the lobby, "i was going to tell you eventually."

the pair shares a wave, knowing they were probably going to see each other again by the end of the week.

steve was quick to grab food, knowing exactly what he was in the mood for. a sandwich, a drink and a chocolate chip cookie were on the white tray.

he turned, and look around the tables. some were filled with parents. others had just one person, and some were empty with a few crumbs littered on top. steve however noticed on table in particular.

he recognized the purple scrubs of the nurse who he saw less than thirty minutes ago.

several thoughts flooded his mind as he walked over to the table y/n was sitting at.

what if she doesn't want to see me again? maybe she can't sit with visitors. what if she wants to eat alone?

however the thoughts don't stop him from standing in front of the table.

y/n picks her head up from her food, and sees a familiar grey jacket. her eyes reach the eyes of the person standing in front of her. she smiles, once she notices it's steve.

"hi steve," her smile never falters.

steve points to the empty chair across from her, "can i sit?"

y/n nods, "be my guest. i was feeling kind of lonely anyway."

steve and y/n both smile as he sits down across from her. they both eat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before steve breaks the silence for the second time today.

"what made you become a nurse?"

y/n takes in a short breath, which doesn't go unnoticed by steve. she wasn't sure why she was about to tell him the real reason, but she felt like she could trust him.

"before my dad passed away, i felt like i wasn't doing enough when he was in the hopsital. so when he passed, i made this like, promise to myself to help everyone else since i couldn't help him."

steve's heart breaks for the girl in front of him, "i'm so sorry y/n."

y/n can tell his voice is nothing but sincere. she only smiles, her own voice now feeling lost.

steve, trying his best to change the subject, asks another question.

"is this your first job?"

y/n nods, "yeah, i was going to work at the mall after high school, but decided this is what i want to do for a while."

"i used to work at the mall," steve laughs, making y/n gasp slightly.

"seriously? which store did you work at?"

"scoops ahoy, you know it?"

y/n nods, "i walked by it probably hundreds of times while me and my friends were out shopping," she laughs, now remembering seeing steve in that stupid sailor uniform whenever she passed by.

"but then the mall got destroyed from that fire," steve continued, "so now i work at family video. next to the arcade."

"i've been meaning to get some movies from there. but with school and work i've just been too busy," y/n sighs. don't get her wrong, she loves everything about her job, and the opportunities she's been given at such a young age. she only misses the amount of free time she used to have.

"i have a shift tomorrow, if you want to stop by whenever your shift ends, i can recommend some great movies," steve offers, in hope to be able to see her again tomorrow.

"i'll have to see how late i'm working tomorrow. i'd love to see you again," y/n catches onto to what she just said, which made steve raise his eyebrows and laugh quietly.

"i mean, i'd love to see you recommend me some movies. not that i won't be happy to see you again."

steve chuckles again at y/n's rambling, which instantly reminds him of robin.

"i know what you mean y/n, don't worry."

y/n's shoulder relax, as her and steve both finish their meals.

y/n takes both her and steve's white trays to the trash bins, and dumps the containers inside. steve grabs his car keys and wallet, along with y/n's jacket draped over the back of the chair and her purse.

y/n thanks steve while putting on her jacket. the two of them walk down the hallway together, and make their way through the lobby and out into the parking lot.

"you know you didn't have to walk me to my car right?" y/n lets out a giggle, which steve finds adorable.

"i know, just thought it'd be the chivalrous thing to do," steve chuckles, as he remembers dustin using that word a lot.

"well thank you steve," y/n sends him a smile, before reaching in her pockets, looking for her car keys.

steve realizes he's still holding her purse. he lets out a small 'oh' before handing it to her, making her thank him again.

steve waves to her as she turns her car on. he makes sure she leaves the parking lot safely, before he starts walking over to his own.

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steve's shift at family video the next day was uneventful and slow. only three customers have come in since steve's shift started. was it slow because he wanted to leave? maybe. did he want to leave only so he could see y/n again? absolutely.

robin noticed how bored steve looked as he played with the slinky on the counter.

"keith won't care if you leave ten minutes early ya know?" robin states, "we've been slow all day."

"you're telling me this why?" steve turns to face robin, who's stocking one of the shelves.

"you and i both know you just want to see that hot nurse from yesterday, who you obviously have chemistry with."

"i did not call her hot," steve dismisses.

"no, but you're thinking it," robin smirks.

steve just sends her a look, which makes robin laugh as she continues working.

steve contemplates on leaving early. he knew keith wouldn't care, just like robin said a moment ago.

"screw it."

steve walks into the small break room in the back of the store and clocks out. he grabs his keys and wallet, and a can of coke for the drive there, then jogs slightly through the store to get to his car.

"bye romeo!" robin yells as the store door closes.

steve's thankful the hopsital is close to fanily video, making him only have to deal with a twenty three minute drive.

he's lucky to find a parking spot. he takes notice of all the cars in the parking lot, knowing how busy it must be inside.

steve walked in and his assumption was correct. the lobby was almost filled to the brim with visitors, incoming patients, and doctors coming in and out through every door.

he walked to the front desk, and was surprised how quick he got his visitor sticker.

while walking through the hallway to get down to max's room, steve was passed by many doctors, nurses and patients. one nurse he wasn't expecting to see run by was y/n.

y/n, two doctors, and two others nurses were running by steve at the same time. he heard a certain code from the speakers as they all ran by, as well as calls from their moniters.

steve stopped walking for a moment, as he turned to see the group of five running back with a little girl on a stretcher. she looked maybe six or seven, and was as white as a ghost. her cries could be heard throughout the lower level of the hospital, even with the mask on her face.

steve got back to his original task, once the hallway had calmed down. he finally made it to max's room. he smiled when he saw the familiar room number.

"what are you guys doing here?" steve thinks out loud, as he's met with the whole party in max's room.

lucas, erica, will, mike and eleven all stood beside the bed near the window, while nancy and jonathan sat in the seats.

"mike, nancy and jonathan all came back from california this morning. we thought they should come see max," will explains.

just as steve is about to ask another question, a knock on the door makes him turn. a nurse comes in, who isn't y/n.

"oh wow, a lot of visitors in here," she smiles.

the nurse starts to take max's vitals, just like any other day. with all of the people in the room, steve's face grows hot as he starts to feel claustrophobic. he tells nancy he'll be outside the room if any of them need him.

less than ten minutes pass as everyone walks out of max's room, besides the nurse.

they all walk past steve and go down the hallway, after nancy tells steve that all the kids are getting antsy and need to get out of the hospital. steve nodded in understanding, knowing they could only handle it for so long.

steve debates on going back inside to check on max, but decides not to.

whenever he goes into that room, all he can think of is it being his fault for her condition. he always feels as if he could've done more to protect her from vecna.

steve stands from the chair and starts walking to the cafeteria. might as well get free food before i leave.

his plans change however, once he turns the corner and sees y/n sitting on the floor. her elbows are resting on her bent knees while her hands are in her hair. steve hears the soft cries coming from the girl.

he jogs towards her, before kneeling down besides her.

"hey hey, are you okay?" his voice is gentle, as he rests his hand on her shoulder.

y/n's head turns. she definitely wasn't expecting to see steve at the hospital today. "what are you doing here?" her voice was raspy.

"i was visiting max, but then was going to get food, and i found you here. are you alright?"

y/n only shakes her head, after sniffling and wiping her eyes. "a little girl passed away, not long after she came in from an ambulance."

steve listens, keeping a hand on her shoulder as he rubs his thumb along the bone.

"i've dealt with patients passing before, but this one felt so different. her parents were in the room," y/n hiccups as she tries to catch her breath, "they were in the room while her time of death was announced."

steve didn't say anything in return. he simply stood up and held his hand out, which y/n instantly took. he helped her stand up, and was quick to open his arms. of course y/n complied.

steve's arms were wrapped loosely around her neck, while her own were around his waist. the action only made her break down more, making her grip onto steve's grey jacket. he gently swayed the two back and forth, in efforts of calming y/n down.

steve kissed the top of y/n's head once he heard her cries starting to die down.

"how would french fries and milkshakes make you feel right now?" steve asks, not moving from his current position.

y/n giggles before sniffling again, "i wouldn't hate it."

steve reluctanly pulls away from the hug, "when does your shift end?"

y/n checks her watch and chuckles, "two minutes ago actually. let me grab my things and i'll meet you in the lobby?"

steve nods, watching y/n walk away from him.

just as promised, steve's waiting in the lobby when y/n walks through the double doors.

they both walk out to the parking lot, and before y/n can walk to her own car, steve grabs y/n's shoulder.

she turns with her eyebrows furrowed.

"we can just take my car," steve offers, "we can go to the diner, and if you want to you can stay at mine for the night."

y/n's heart melts at steve's offer, as he starts to ramble.

"i mean you've probably had a long day, and i know if i were you i wouldn't want to be alone right now. i know we just met so it-"

"steve," y/n cuts him off.

"yeah?"

"i'd love to," she smiles, making steve send one back to her.

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steve stuck to his word as he took himself and y/n to the diner nearby. they got a large order of fries, as steve got a chocolate milkshake and y/n got a strawberry one.

now the pair was at steve's house. his parents were out of town, which didn't surprise steve. which meant they had the house to themselves.

steve noticed y/n was still in her purple scrubs, which prompted him to ask, "do you want some comfortable clothes to change into?" he chuckles.

y/n nods, "if you don't mind, that'd be great."

steve motions for her to follow him up the stairs, which she does.

y/n looks around steve's room once they both enter, as steve goes over to his dresser. y/n sees the different trophies placed around the room, as well as multiple picture frames of what seems to be of himself and friends.

steve comes back to the girl, and hands her an old t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

"bathroom's right across the hall," he smiles. he hears a small 'thank you' as y/n walks out of his room.

he takes the time to change out of his jeans and polo shirt, and into a pair of pajama pants and old high school t-shirt.

he turns once he hears the bathroom door opening, and smiles at the sight of y/n wearing his own clothes.

"thank you steve," she places her old clothes by the wall, before standing in front of steve.

"thank you for everything actually," she admits.

"you're very welcome," steve smiles, "i just want to make sure you're okay after today."

y/n nods, "yeah, i think i'll be okay."

after a moment, steve breaks the silence, "do you want to go downstairs and watch a movie? or we could go outside and just talk?"

"i'm okay with a movie."

once y/n and steve make their way back downstairs and into the living room, a thought pops into y/n's head.

"do you mind if i call my mom first? just in case she calls and i'm not home, i'll tell her why."

steve points in the direction of the phone, "yeah of course, phone's in the kitchen by the fridge."

steve chuckles to himself when he hears another 'thank you' coming from y/n before she's in the kitchen.

steve can't help but look at the girl from the living room. he's able to see from her waist up, and still think she looks perfect in his clothes.

y/n hangs up the phone after a short conversation with her mom. she puts her head in her hands and takes in a deep breath. the last thing she wanted to do was breakdown in front of steve again.

"are you okay?"

speak of the devil. y/n saw steve standing right outside the kitchen. she simply nodded before walking over to him.

"today was just a lot," she sighs.

"i get that," steve agrees.

just by the look on y/n's face, he can tell a million different thoughts are going through her mind. he grabs her chin in his hand to make her look up at him, and then moves his hand to cup her cheek.

"are you sure your okay?" his voice is softer than before.

once again, y/n only nods.

steve and y/n mantain their eye contact, completely getting lost in each other's eyes.

y/n noticed how soft and gentle his eyes look. she believes there's a whole story underneath his eyes, but decided against asking.

as steve is doing the same thing to y/n, the girl leans up and kisses him on the lips quickly.

her heartbeat only picked up once he didn't say anything. she feared she had messed up the relationship the two had just started.

steve didn't move his hand from y/n's cheek, and he smirked slightly.

before y/n could start profusely apologizing, steve beat her to it.

"why'd you stop?"

the question immediately caught y/n off gaurd, "what?"

"why'd you stop kissing me?" steve asks again.

y/n can only stutter in response and before a full sentence can be formed, steve pulls her to him and kisses her on the lips.

his other hand moves to her waist, gripping at the skin peaking out from under the shirt.

y/n quickly responds by kissing him back, as both of her hands go to his waist.

y/n gasps slightly as steve turns to hold her against the wall that he was previously leaning on. the gasp gives steve the chance to slip his tongue into her mouth, making the two's tongues have to fight for dominance.

"screw the movie," steve mumbles against y/n's lips, making her giggle before she wraps both of her arms around steve's neck.

y/n giggles again after steve grabs her hand, and pulls her back upstairs to his bedroom.

to say robin would be getting a very interesting call from steve the next morning would be an understatement.

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[allzelemonz]

Helping and Teaching: Colm O’Driscoll X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 7, Virginity Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ Physical Sex: AMAB, Mention of chest hair Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Colm O’Driscoll has a virginity kink big time, Reader is an O’Driscoll, praise, dirty talk, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, proposition, kissing, grinding, clothed dominant/naked submissive, anal fingering, anal sex, top Colm/bottom Reader, gentle Colm for once Summary: While out on a job with the other O’Driscoll boys, you let slip that you’re a virgin. When this news gets back to Colm, his interest is piqued.

When Tommy interrupts the festivities around the fire everyone could tell it’s something serious. Billy stops playing his fiddle, Declan pauses his bottle halfway to his mouth, everyone looks at one of Colm’s most trusted with bated breath. This last job was huge, Tommy wouldn’t be disrupting the celebration unless…

“Colm wants ya.” He says gruffly, his eyes boring into yours.

“Me?” You ask, your brows furrowed.

Tommy nods. “Don’t keep ‘em waitin’!”

You stand quickly, everyone’s eyes on you as you walk towards the only cabin still standing in the little abandoned settlement the O’Driscolls have claimed. Billy starts with the fiddle again after a while, your nervous steps only carrying you so far so fast. You didn’t think Colm even knew your name.

The cabin door is ajar, but you knock anyway, only stepping partly inside. It’s much warmer here, the fire roaring well in the fireplace compared to the sad one outside. Colm sits in a chair by a small table, leaning back and relaxed. He looks up at you and flicks his eyes to the other chair, a wordless command. You don’t hesitate to follow, shutting the door behind you and sitting just a foot away from him.

He leans forward, sighing lightly. “Quite a job you boys pulled.”

You nod. “Yes, sir.”

He chuckles. “Call me Colm, sugar.”

Your heart picks up in your chest. Being alone with your ruthless boss is enough to make you nervous, him being oddly friendly makes you feel a little sick to your stomach from the pins shooting around in there.

“I heard you boys had a little chat while you was gettin’ my money.”

Your mind travels back. It wasn’t anything eventful, just something to fill the silence while you looted the train car.

“Tommy said ya said somethin’ interestin’.”

Instantly you worry that Tommy thinks you said something disloyal. You didn’t, you know you didn’t. The whole conversation was silly, just the boys talking about past… oh. The only somewhat contribution you’d had to the conversation, admitting that you’ve never slept with anyone. All the other boys had been going on about the people they’d slept with, bragging about sizes and body counts, and when the conversation turned to you the truth just came out.

“I-I suppose so, sir--Colm.”

He smiles. “Ain’t nothing wrong with bein’ a virgin, sugar.”

Your skin heats at the word. It shouldn’t matter, but after hearing all the other boys brag it makes you a little embarrassed that you haven’t done anything yet. Colm’s hand touching your knee shakes you from your thoughts. It’s gentle, surprisingly so, and it makes a different kind of heat course through you.

“Of course, if ya wanna change that…” Colm smiles wide and his eyes drag over your body. “I’d be happy ta help ya.”

You feel a surge of want pass through you. Colm is an attractive man and he’s handing an opportunity to you on a platter, but the words don’t quite come. “I…”

Colm’s hand travels up your leg a bit, squeezing your thigh. “I like helping folks, sugar. I’ll be gentle with ya.”

His eyes feel like fire and you can only just make yourself nod under the burning gaze. He smiles wide and leans closer, sitting on the edge of his chair to kiss you. Slowly, his fingers curl into your shirt and he tugs you back as he relaxes in his chair again. He grabs your thigh when you’re close and pulls you into his lap, keeping his lips fixed on yours as his other hand holds the back of your neck. You can feel the stiffness rubbing against you and he urges your hips to move. When you oblige, a gasp escapes you at the new sensation.

“That’s it, good boy.” Colm murmurs. “It feel good?”

You nod, hiding your face in his shoulder as you continue.

“Ya want me ta lay ya down er ya wanna do it yerself?”

It’s a bit surprising, Colm giving you a choice, but you manage an answer with a bit of whine in your voice. “You…You do it.”

Colm presses a kiss to your jaw, his hand squeezing your ass. “I’ll take care a’ ya, sugar.”

He urges you to stand, his fingers lacing into your gunbelt to pull you along to the bed. Your heart races when he turns and his gaze falls to remove the belt. You watch as he does it, following his movements with burning skin as he undresses you himself. He’s careful, gentle like he said he’d be. That fact, along with the graze of his fingers, make you shiver. Colm O’Driscoll being soft, for you.

“Lie down on yer back fer me, darlin’.” He whispers, pressing a kiss to your cheek as his hand pushes you forward.

You move with shallow breaths, positioning yourself on his bed and trying to ignore the embarrassing state of your dick bouncing slightly in the open as you settle.

Colm’s eyes rake over you, making you feel unbelievably small and helpless. “Oh.” He groans. “You are damn good lookin’, boy. Nice and untouched, all fer me.”

A noise escapes you of its own volition and you swallow your nerves as you try to smile for him. He opens the drawer of his nightstand, digging out a tin. You watch carefully as he carefully parts your legs, not resisting his manipulation. His focus is between your legs and you watch closely as he scoops the substance from the tin and spreads it over his fingers.

“Might be a little cold, sugar.” He mutters. “Just lemme make ya feel good, be patient.”

You nod slightly, too focused on the slippery look of his fingers to manage much else. He presses on your thigh, spreading you wide before he trails his slick fingers across your taint until he circles at your rim. Your breath catches and he glances up, giving your thigh a reassuring squeeze. You can feel just the tip of his finger push beyond and he circles again, pressing slow and inching another just behind it. You let the noises fall as they may, pressing your head back into Colm’s pillows.

“That’s it, boy.” He chuckles. “I wanna hear how good I’m makin’ ya feel.”

Your brain fogs with slight pain as his fingers intrude where nothing has been, stretching you in a way you’ve never felt. It feels splitting, like it’s not supposed to expand like that, but you try to breathe. Colm told you to be patient. His fingers begin thrusting, moving slowly in and out and you start to feel the shivering pleasure. You press into him, trying to get more of that feeling, but Colm digs his nails into your thigh enough to get your attention.

“Lemme work, darlin’.” Colm warns. “Don’t move here er ya might hurt yerself.”

“S-Sorry, Colm…”

“It’s alright, sugar.” He smiles. “It feel good?”

“Yeah… please-”

“I know, I know. Don’t wanna hurt ya during yer first round, sweetheart.” He rubs softly into the skin that he hurt with his nails. “Just wait. I know what’s best fer ya.”

You nod and look back down to try and see his fingers but he brushes a spot that makes you gasp and throw your head back again. You back arches on instinct and you feel pins throughout your skin for a second.

“That’s it, just let it happen.” He mutters.

He rubs into that spot, his other finger scissoring to work you open. You feel a build, but he stops far too soon and you whine at the loss. As he pulls out, he makes sure to stretch you all the way to the rim. His eyes trail over you, from your spread legs to your  blissed eyes, as he wipes his fingers off on his pants.

“It’s gonna hurt at first, darlin’.” He says, working his gunbelt off and fishing himself out. “Just relax an’ it’ll feel real good, alright?”

You nod, eyes fixed on his dick as it’s exposed. It’s long, flushed dark with arousal, and matched with a set of heavy balls and dark hair. Your own dick twitches at the sight, knowing what’s about to happen.

“Ready, sugar?”

You look up at Colm’s face. He has always been intimidating, a powerful outlaw that could shoot any man before he blinks, but now he’s daunting. The first man to fuck you, to bed you at all, and the look in his eyes makes you feel like you’re staring down a wolf.

All you can do is nod, a light hum coming out.

Colm grins, a hand trailing down your chest until it brushes against your dick and settles on your hip, the other guiding himself to your hole. He presses against you, not pushing inside yet, as he gauges your face. Slowly, with a firm hand on your hip, he pushes past the rim and you feel an aching stretch. You take heavy breaths, staring at the ceiling. Colm bottoms out and pauses, leaning over you to press kisses along your chest and up your neck as you adjust.

He’s breathless as he speaks. “Yer doin’ good, sugar. Ya feel damn good too.”

The feeling of being stretched open is an odd one, but being full is so good. You almost don’t want him to move, not wanting this feeling to ever leave you, but you know that’s not how it usually works. With great difficulty, you attempt to steady your breathing and relax. Colm’s little kisses make your heart flutter, but they are comforting enough to make you settle.

“I’m… I’m ready, Colm.”

Colm pauses his kiss, hovering his lips above your pec. “Ya sure, sweetheart?”

You hum, nodding to confirm as he looks up at you.

“I’ll be slow ta start.” Colm says, kissing your jaw. “Then I’ll fuck ya nice n’ deep, show ya what ya been missin’.”

Before you can do anything, Colm presses his lips to yours and pulls his hips back at the same time. His lips are gentle on yours, heavy and intentional. His hips slide himself back slowly, almost too slow and you desperately want him buried back in deep, but you let him work. With a hand on your hip and another propping himself above you, he makes his pace slow. He slides in and out, swallowing your noises with his kiss. After a few thrusts, his hand travels down to your thigh, lifting it and having you hook your leg around him.

“Ya want it faster, boy?” Colm murmurs against your lips. “What yer boss ta fuck ya fer real for the first time?”

After having your lips covered for so long, you don’t hesitate. “Yes…”

Colm grins, giving you a soft peck as he picks up his pace. “Such a good boy fer me.” He kisses again. “I shoulda fucked ya the second ya joined us, knew you was somethin’ all special an’ innocent.”

His thrusts begin to knock the air out of you, driving deep and fast. You can’t tell if there’s pain anymore at this point, too consumed with Colm’s words and the inching of his fingers as they run along your leg towards your aching dick.

“I the first man ta touch yer dick, boy?” Colm asks, wrapping his fingers gingerly around you and squeezing lightly. “Am I?”

You nod under his gaze and he grins, pressing his lips to yours again. His thumb spreads your precum and he begins to work you in time with his fucking. The sensations are overwhelming, things you’ve never felt before, and your noises are muffled by his lips as you release over his hand and paint his shirt and your bare stomach with cum.

Colm chuckles, smirking as he rests your foreheads together. “Can ya hold out till I’m done, sugar?”

You nod, knowing that with a man like Colm you likely don’t have another option. Colm’s hand leaves your dick and returns to your thigh, pulling you up slightly to fuck you deeper. It feels like too much, everything is so sensitive and you can’t think with your head swimming, but then that heat builds again. Colm’s new angle brushes that nice spot inside you when he thrusts and you start to get blurry vision after a few more hits. Colm’s hips jolt and he fucks into you with a few short thrusts, each one hitting that spot, and he settles himself as deep as he can get with he release.

As he gazes down at you, his dick still pulsing out spurts, he rakes his hand over your sweaty skin until it wraps around your dick. “Didn’t mean ta get ya goin’ again, darlin’.” He mutters, lazily stroking you.

It’s enough, after all of Colm’s fucking against that spot and the knowledge that he’s filled you up and the gentle feelings he’s displayed, you release again.

“That’s it…” Colm muses. “Ya look so damn good when yer cummin’ fer me, sweetheart.”

He connects your lips again, his soft dick still deep inside you, his hand giving you a few final squeezes. Distracting you with the kiss, he helps you lower your leg back to the bed and very slowly pulls out. He trails the kisses off as he settles beside you, laying on his side as his eyes look over your spent body. His hand trails over your chest, idly running his fingers through your chest hair as you heave for breath.

“Enjoy yerself, boy?”

You know speaking is impossible at this point, so you nod as he turns your head to look over at him.

“Plenty more things ta show ya.” Colm drawls, his hand lightly squeezing at your pec. “Still plenty a’ ways yer a virgin, sugar, but I’ll show ya”

You know the look on your face must be stupid because Colm smirks at it, moving his eyes down to watch his hand run over your stomach. You never thought it’d be your boss, but here he is, admiring his work.

[crystaldivination]

“𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓”

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𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 - 𝟐𝟒€

Your [person] in a nutshell. This include their current energy, personality, overall vibe, physical appearance, background, lifestyle & general messages about you as a couple

𝐂𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 - 𝟏𝟐€

Oh who is this? Curious about how you and your [person] are going to meet? This reading shows that and what you both would think of each other the first moment you saw each other

𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝟓€

Not sure how things are going between you & your [person]? This reading can help to know how they feel about you at the moment.

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥 - 𝟖€

just like a spell they can only see you now. In this reading the secret will be revealed to how you bewitched them and make them fall in love with you.

𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝟐𝟎€

The knight in shining armor or a friend turning lover? Anything else? This reading provides you with information about how your [person] would conquer your heart + what kind of love trope you’ll be experiencing with them.

𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 - 𝟕€

Keep getting glances and growing interest from your specific person? Let us find out what they find attractive about you & what drew them to you to begin with.

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝟖€

Types of love that makes one remember. How does yours look like? Let me describe how it feels like to be loved by you.

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 - 𝟑𝟎€

Everyone wants to have a love they can mark as their perfect story. This reading will give you a glimpse of your love story with your person

𝐂𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐲 - 𝟖€

feeling is what determined how we know someone means something to us. How about a look at how your [person] would make you feel?

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞’𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 - 𝟗€

How can someone be so perfect in every way? This reading shows what they love about you and what sets you apart in their eyes

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 - 𝟔€

Want to know how your [person] show or express their feelings to you? This reading will provide a look at their love languages

𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 ��𝐡𝐨𝐩 - 𝟏𝟎€

A peek at how your first date with your [person] will be like and all the emotions involved

𝐀 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 - 𝟏𝟐€

The moment that decides and creates everything. This reading tells what makes them realized you’re the one for them and that they’re in love with you forever and ever

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐈’𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 - 𝟗€

Decided. Claimed. They’re yours. Absolutely loyal. This reading shows how they will devote themself and show devotion to you.

𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 - 𝟓€

I do this. Can you do that? This reading gives a clue on what your role and their role is in the relationship

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 - 𝟏𝟕€

All the whispers saying just how good you two look together but have you ever thought of the "why"? In this reading you’ll know what makes you the perfect pair + a look at your compatibility with each other

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝟐𝟎€

Have you ever wondered why you meet certain people that can change your heart in a certain way? This reading may give you a clue on the meaning for knowing each other. A look at what this relationship will bring you and the purpose behind this connection.

𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐯 - 𝟏𝟎€

How about a take from someone who sees things from another perspective? In this reading I’ll tell you how I would describe you to your [person] as a psychic

𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝟏𝟒€

In reverse how would your [person] describe you if they were honest? A look at what you are like in their eyes + a song showing how they imagine their future life with you.

𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐜 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 - 𝟏𝟎€

Isn’t it romantic? Communicating in the old way. Here is a sweet love letter from your person

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 - 𝟕€

Love can blind but don’t let it be too late for you to return back. This reading provides a look at what red flags you didn’t see and what you are ignorant about in your relationship

𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝟕€

Hidden feelings for you. From whom could it be? Let’s see who is secretly having feelings for you and how do they feel about you now.

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 - 𝟕€

you are single and want to manifest some love into your life? let's take a look at what you can do to attract love in order to meet a partner

𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 - 𝟓€

16 facts about your [person’s] good and bad qualities

𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫, 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥 - 𝟒€

Do you want to know what’s being kept hidden in them? But don’t tell nobody! This reading tells you about 2 random secrets of your [person]

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ᥫ᭡ 18+ 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ᥫ᭡

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NO MINORS ALLOWED! You’re responsible for your own choice. I do not take any responsibility if an Age fabrication were to take place. In this case you’ll be blocked from further interaction and using my services.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝟐𝟕€

nsfw reading that covers aspects such as your first time together, their fantasies and their late night thoughts about you

𝐏𝐘𝐋𝐌 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐱𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝟏𝟓€

Their sexual style, possible kinks & favorite things

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰… - 𝟖€

You little thing. You make me blush. What could this be about? This reading shows you what are the things that will make your [person] shy about you and what will make you shy about them

𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 - 𝟗€

It’s your aura. It’s the energy that’s coming from you. This reading describes what your sexual aura & energy is like.

𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝟏𝟎€

What is your power to wrap them around your finger that easily? This reading talks about your sexual power

𝐀 𝐠𝐨𝐝/𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬 - 𝟔€

Can’t look away. There is a reason for that. Here you’ll know what your sexual appeal is like and how it's perceived by those around you

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 - 𝟏𝟎€

Sweet or sour? What does it feel like to have s*x with you

𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 - 𝟏𝟓€

nsfw reading about what they love about you. This can range from your characteristics, skills, appearance to a combination of how you make them feel and what they feel about you sexually.

𝐌𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 & 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 - 𝟏𝟐€

Obsessed with you! What turns them on & what drives them crazy about you? Here’s the answer.

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 - 𝟐𝟎€

We’re all lead by our senses. Touch is one way to open the gate of feelings. This reading tells what do they feel when they touch you & how do you feel when you touch them.

𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐤𝐲 - 𝟏𝟓€

"It’s the feeling when your hands running down my body". This reading gives a look at your intimacy with each other. How does your sexual dynamic work together?

𝐋𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝟕€

It’s getting hot in here! This reading shows your sexual chemistry with each other

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 - 𝟖€

Can I show you how it’s supposed to feel? This reading shows how they like to make love with you

𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 - 𝟔€

Lust or love? Here are 20 sexy love messages from your [person]

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⌑ 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ⌑

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐫 - 𝟔€

Ever wondered what type of career you can or should do? Let’s take a look at your skills and abilities to see what type of career would suit you best.

𝐌𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 - 𝟗€

You know what you want to do but still have doubts about it? I got you. This reading gives a look on what skills will be required of you in your career & what steps you must take in order to achieve this career.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 - 𝟓€

Busy days, busy nights. A look at your current energy in your job and work. What needs improvement?

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｡ ⟡ 𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ｡ ⟡

𝐄𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝 - 𝟓 €

Did you realize how we always search for love in everyone and everything other than us? Why not give love to yourself? You’re the cause of your existence. The cause of all. A message to yourself in a loving, most sincere and beautiful way. This is a love letter to yourself.

𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐚'𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝟕€

A remedy for all ills; cure-all. A solution for all difficulties. Self love is the best thing in the world and the answer to everything. Do you want to know how? This reading will show you ways to love yourself more.

𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐚’𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐱𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 • 𝐢𝐧-𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡) - 𝟏𝟓€

Take a look at what makes you happy and how to open your heart and promotes feelings of unconditional love, compassion, forgiveness, peace, balance and harmony.

𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 - 𝟔€

Life is beautiful in many ways. We just don’t see it because we’re so focused on the negative things that makes our life only harder. This reading shows how and in what aspect you are blessed with in your life.

𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐞 - 𝟓€

It’s your vibe but how do I explain this? This reading tells you what your energy is like

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - 𝟔€

Cold, hot, warm? This reading points out how you come across to others at first meeting

𝐎𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 - 𝟓€

Those eyes that can kill or melt one’s heart. This reading tells what people think when they look in your eyes

𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐰 - 𝟏𝟓€

A take on how you see yourself vs how others see you + a bonus of how you would describe yourself in your own words vs how others would describe you from their pov

𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 - 𝟕€

A look at some of your unique traits and qualities to know why you should and can be proud of them

𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮! - 𝟔€

Do you know that we’re actually the one who’s constantly judging ourselves and not others? This reading gives a view on why you shouldn’t be insecure

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝟕€

Ever thought of why people admire you? This will give the answer to what’s so special about you that others look up to.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 - 𝟏𝟓€

What is the (secret) power that you hold and how to channel it + your hidden talents

𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 - 𝟓€

What do you keep to yourself? This reading shows what people find mysterious about you

𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐜𝐚𝐭 - 𝟓€

Trendsetter. Not everyone can be and do that. This reading tells you what others copy from you

𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 - 𝟕€

How do you look? This reading describes what type of beauty you have

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 - 𝟕€

Star quality but do you know what makes it? This reading tells you just what makes you a star

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫 - 𝟕€

What distorted picture do you have of yourself?

𝐆𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡- 𝟓€

Ever wondered why some people react strongly to you? This reading gives you the reason to why and in what way you trigger others

𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 - 𝟓€

Do you want to know how you are perceived online? This reading will tell how you are viewed online

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝟖€

So beautiful inside and outside. A reading that tells what makes you beautiful in general and in the eyes of other people

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 - 𝟓€

We’re not perfect. This reading reveals both your strengths and weaknessess

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 - 𝟏𝟎€

Beauty exists in us even if it’s not the perfect image of what we think or even if it’s not visible to our eyes yet. This reading gives ways to how you can enhance your beauty even more. This will include physical, emotional and personality characteristics.

𝐌𝐞, 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 - 𝟕€

How are you feeling? Do you also sometimes feel like you don’t know what you’re feeling and how confusing it all is but at the same time all feels empty? It’s because you don’t have a clue or know the answer to yourself. This reading provides a look at your current energy and how to improve it for better.

𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 - 𝟔 €

Peace of mind is the essential part for human to function well and prevent health issues to take a toll on us so this reading lets you figure out what’s stressing you and what you can focus on right now to ease and release that stress.

𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 & 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝟏𝟎€

We’ve been though a lot. This is all we need, don’t you think? This reading shows where you are on the path to healing and what’s still left to heal.

𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 - 𝟏𝟓€

What does your soul tell you? This reading shows ways that you're healing and suggest more ways for you to heal your soul.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 - 𝟖€

We are all energy living in this universe and experiencing life but you know what keeps us alive… is our soul. This reading shows you how to nurture your soul to experience life whole-fully.

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 - 𝟗€

You said you don’t wanna be sad anymore so what are the things that you can do to be happier and focus on your growth? You can find that out in this option.

𝐌𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 - 𝟏𝟓€

Have you ever thought about what’s the only thing that would and can last forever if we were gone? It’s love. Here you might find the light that will guide you back to your capacity to give love.

𝐒𝐲𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 - 𝟗€

"I want to be me but better!". This reading helps you to know how to and find ways for you to evolve into a better version of yourself.

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐦𝐞! - 𝟖€

Like a different person! This reading provides a look at your old version vs your best version. What has changed?

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 - 𝟏𝟎€

Hidden in you. Is it fulfilled? A look at your inner child. How does it look like and what are the things that your inner child is missing and craving from you?

𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 - 𝟏𝟐€

We sometimes forget or even don’t see how far we’ve come. It’s time to celebrate yourself. In this reading you’ll be reminded of your achievements, growth, transformation and development so far.

𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐞 - 𝟑𝟎€

The purpose to your existence. This reading gives you an insight to what your soul mission is in this lifetime

𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 - 𝟏𝟓€

Some of the lessons you need to learn

𝐎𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 - 𝟐𝟎€

This reading provides a look at how you can find your way to your purpose

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 - 𝟓€

The feeling of the unknown. This reading might give a clue on what secrets are being kept from you

𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐞 - 𝟓€

Danger and ill intentions are lurking around the corner. This reading advices you on what you should keep hidden from others

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝟓€

"Can’t bring myself to say it but in case you forget…". This reading tells you what people wish they could say to you

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☾. 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ☾.

𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 - 𝟕€

This reading shows what miracles and blessing the universe has for you and will bring you

𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 - 𝟗€

This reading will tell what wish of yours might come into fruition and what to do to make it happen

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 - 𝟏𝟏€

This reading looks up on which spirit guide(s) has visited you and will pass you their messages

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐬 - 𝟕€

Comforting messages and advices from your higher self

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✼ 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕 ✼

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝟔€

What does this [month] has in store for you including what is coming towards you and what you can do to make the best out of it

𝐃𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 - 𝟕€

How would your life look like in the next few months and what are you attracting at the moment?

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ㅤஂ 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔ㅤஂ

[customizable: pls specify preferred person]

𝐲𝐞𝐬/𝐧𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - 𝟏€ 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 (Note that your question shouldn’t be topics that I don’t do)

𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤 - 𝟏𝟒€

Vibe; aesthetic of your [person]/ your relationship with them/ your dream life/ your dream career/ aesthetic; style based on your energy

𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 - 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝟑€

𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝟏𝟎€

do you need a quick answer? choose this option and receive your answer within 48h (Your question should not fit the description of another reading option. Note that your question shouldn’t be topics that I don’t do)

𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 - 𝟕€

do you want a reading but want it to be your own question? You can! (Your question should not fit the description of another reading option. Note that your question shouldn’t be topics that I don’t do)

"𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬" 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐱𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝟏𝟓€

This reading consists of your own three questions related to anything (Your question should not fit the description of another reading option. Note that your question shouldn’t be topics that I don’t do)

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 - 𝟓€

This reading tells you what you need to hear right now.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 - 𝟑€

30 Keywords hinting at what you’re attracting at the moment

𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝟑€

Random messages related to your love life telling how it’ll look like in the next few months

𝐃𝐨𝐨𝐫 - 𝟒€

short honest messages to how to open a new chapter in your life and what you need to leave behind to start a new cycle

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 - 𝟒€

30 Keywords about what your life might look like in 5 years

𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 - 𝟒€

short letter from your inner child that shows what your younger self thinks about you now

𝐌𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐡é𝐫𝐢𝐞 - 𝟒€

Message from your future self

𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝟒€

some sweet hidden thoughts from your person. Messages that their soul keeps vibrating towards you.

𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 - 𝟑€

What’s their taste? Here are 5 random things your [person] likes & dislike about

𝐖𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠? - 𝟑€

Random messages for you. It could be anything and from anyone

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐖 𝐢𝐧 [𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫] - 𝟓€

This reading tells about your breakthrough

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Betraying Hearts: Prologue

A quick note from the author: 

To keep my fiction inclusive as possible and to make my writing better, we are going to be doing some stuff a bit different than the usual (y/n). 

Using they/them pronouns. But, if you want to replace those with your pronouns as you read. I am all for it. 

Instead of (Y/N) we are going to go by a ‘Code Name’ - Fern Vesper. Again, should you decide to change it to your name as you read along, totally understand 🙂

I won’t be describing skin color, eye color, or hair color/texture. However, I will say that this character isn’t bald. So, there will def be hair. 

Age limit: I recommend my material be read by adults only. But, I understand it’s the internet and I was young once too. Please understand that this material might not be suitable for minors.

Happy holidays. I hope this is a good intro! More to come ♥

Enough blabbing, I just wanted to make sure everyone was on the same page ♥ 

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Adrenaline rushed through your veins like an electrical current riding with the flow of your bloodstream. Each pump of your heart brought on a new wave of electricity. How long has it been since you had been brought to this room; surrounded by walls painted in an inky blue hue that made it feel as though one were suffocating in the ocean at night?  A clock, the only thing in this empty holding cell sat right above the door into and out of this room; Your eyes glued to the surface, burning from lack of blinking. Maybe if you watched the clock time would go slower and whatever was about to happen would happen later rather than sooner. The heavy clunking of the gears working behind the face of the object sounded with each passing second; taunting you with an omen of what was to come. 

Why did you have to open your big mouth? Was it worth all the trouble it seemed to have gotten you into? The only reason you get pulled into a room by yourself is to be fired. Or worse. A groan sounded as you ran your fingers softly down your cheeks.  

The expression on his face after you had spoken up and 'corrected' him.. The memory alone was enough to tug at one corner of their mouth in a smug smirk. It wasn’t often one got to correct someone of higher standing. Especially someone like him, whom no one dared question; According to the agent who brought you in here anyways.

~*~*~* 

The day started so normal as Fern opened their eyes and went on with the same morning routine they had for years. It wasn’t much, just the basics. Hygiene, basic skin care, teeth care, you know the usual. Work had gone about the same excluding the mention of a new section of the RDA opening with employees to fill all positions. Aside from that one shred of news- It was almost like living a rerun of your life every day. Though, you would be lying if you said they didn’t love what you did for a living. Honestly, Fern Vesper was the ‘Jack-Of-All-Trades’. Combat knowledge, tech-savvy, and crafty. Another plus was Fern’s smarts; despite not having a degree- the RDA simply tested them to make sure Fern was as good of an asset as they were claiming to be. Once you passed that test it was a breeze to get a job there. Their overlooking your lack of college experience when it came to hiring was one of the reasons you joined. One of them. Another reason was due to your history. The RDA didn’t seem to mind too much either provided you didn’t cause them any issues. 

The past IS the past. Nothing more needs to be said about it. People make mistakes. But, they grow from it and learn.. Still, it didn’t stop some of the guilt that ate away at you while you lie there in bed. 

It was after work hours, you had been looking through work emails on your tablet. No jobs or requests meant you had all the time in the world to do what you did best: Researching whatever the hell you wanted. All information was valuable after all. The newer the discovery - the better.

This deep, rough, commanding voice echoed through the halls from an upcoming room with its door open. This wasn't typical since all information was kept on a ‘need-to-know basis. Doors were closed when in conference rooms. SO, Knowing the door wasn’t closed, you saw this as an opportunity to see what was going on. Maybe there was food involved, like a potluck. Who would miss out on free food? 

‘CERTAINLY, NOT I’  you think, chuckling to yourself as both feet stopped just before the threshold. You inhaled slowly and softly, making sure you weren’t making too much noise to not alert anyone within, just in case you weren't meant to see or hear whatever was going on. Ever so slowly, hues round the corner to peek in. 

The room held a ‘squad’ or ‘team’ of men and women who stood rigid unmoving towards the front of the room facing the aforementioned door. Luckily it seemed they didn’t take notice of you at the time; Their eyes never faltered from the source of the voice. Without warning a muscular body would move in front of them effectively blocking them from your view, but, facing the soldiers standing at attention. What a sight to see. The entire room still with that many bodies in there- it was kind of freaky. Like a bunch of statues. 

“Alright, I’m feeling particularly jolly this evening soldiers.” He began, moving down the line of his group- “If any one of you can tell me what the most important thing is when you find yourself in new territory.. I’ll let you all go for the evening. It is Friday after all.” a dark chuckle followed as the men and women in that room looked around at one another. Finally, they all attempted to answer him but to no avail. Some even began to look disgruntled.  

“I’d suggest securing a food suppl-”

“That’s not true! A shelter is the first thing you should secure!”

You cant tell who said that. It wasn't until people started to shift their attention to you that you realized that voice was YOUR voice before your brain could even process the fact your lips had moved. And with that single slip up all eyes were now on the intruder standing in the doorway. Especially his. Those icy blue hues drank in the other form. Every single detail. Every curve. He was taking a mental image to remember for later. In case this little disturbance decides to book it out of here and run. You could tell- this man was sizing them up.

Finally, his hues met yours and it felt as though you had been thrown into an icy Volcano. Like the ground beneath your feet quaked. Something had changed that day. He had narrowed his eyes, his hands still behind his back as he slowly moved to them like a serpent about to strike. 

"Excuse me?"

"I-I just mean the average human body can go up to at least two weeks, if not more and while it isn't ideal-... you can use at least the first part securing a shelter and once that is taken c-care of.." It was like this man's presence sucked the air from whatever room he was in. Or maybe it was your social anxiety working itself up. Your eyes broke from the commanding body before you to look at the soldiers in the room who held no expression on their faces. A few had their brows knitted in a sort of: How could you question our leader?? 

A gust of breath sounded from the elder male, his pearly whites coming into view as he smiled- a smile that said: you done goofed. Lifting his left hand, he spoke: 

"All of you are dismissed. Lyle, Please take our new friend into Room 2-C... I think we have some things we need to... discuss." One last look up and down before he pushed past Fern and Jones. This meant the conversation was done.

Was it worth it? Probably not. Fern never was smart when it came to social situations. They’d much rather be off alone somewhere with their nose in a book, or out in the field doing research work. But, surely they couldn’t be in too much trouble, besides they were the newbies here, Fern huffed at their internal monologue.  Was only trying to make sure he understood that his men and women would be better working on a shelter and making sure everyone was okay before walking off to find food. At the same time, his statement as well could be true. But, you won't lose energy until around the two-week mark. Not the critical amount he is trying to make it seem anyways. On week two without anything accomplished one might as well accept their fate. THEN AGAIN SOME FACTORS CAN PLAY A PART TOO. Why didn't you blurt that out too?! 

"I am not to be disturbed. Understood?" 

Your heart began to beat in more rapid successions upon hearing the growl that fell from that man’s lips. It was enough to bring you back from your thoughts- cleverly disguised as an internal scolding. The door opened and closed in one fluid movement. Your orbs watched his massive, bulky frame fill up the room as he entered, moving around you, circling his prey in a sense, stopping just in front of you. His hand grabbed the chair seated directly across from yours and pulled it closer before he sat. Silence engulfed the room once more. Except for that massive pounding in your chest. Could he hear it? No, of course not. He was human. A dangerous-attractiv- 

"What's your name?"

"Fern Vesper.. I'm a part of the research team and-"

"Awful long name. Fern Vesper, I'm a part of the research team." Visibly, you flinched as he reminded them he ONLY asked for your name. 

“Fern.”

“Alright, Fern.” He retorted, his signature grin returning to his face as he leaned back, muscular arms crossing over his chest, fingers tucked under his armpits. His smile seemed to soothe you as you  felt more at ease and oddly warm.. Matter of fact, it was getting warmer. Your cheeks felt as though they were on fire! Hues lifted to look back at the man as he had laughed softly, only to find that he was looking at the nervous mess in front of him known as: Y.O.U. 

Shit. 

“Colonel Miles Quaritch. Just joined as the leader of the-”

“Security Administration.”

Annoyance was the dullest thing the Colonel was feeling at the moment. This little pipsqueak was brave for as scrawny as Miles thought they were. Maybe he was right, only time would tell as that baggy uniform wouldn’t be what you were wearing here soon. Running his tongue across his teeth the former marine leaned forward, resting his forearms upon his knees. It caused a cold shiver to run up your spine.

“You ever heard of the old saying: ‘Think before you speak?’” The man before you finally stated, opting to ignore the obvious flushed face of yours. It was a beautiful sight for him. The blood pooling beneath your cheeks mixing with your skin tone made you radiant. And damn was he a sucker for a pretty little thing like you. “That means, shut the hell up if I am talking- until you have permission to speak. Do we understand?”

The muscles in your jaw clenched as you pursed your lips slightly. Something you did to stop yourself from speaking up and shoving your foot in your mouth. A single nod only came from you in response. That, however, was not good enough for him. 

“I can't hear you nod, agent! That’s why god invented mouths, now let’s use ‘em”

“. . . Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“What..?” Confusion flooded your face as you felt the anger quickly being replaced by the aforementioned emotion. This only made Quaritch grin. He felt as though this relationship was going to be his favorite kind. The kind that would remind him of those nights in Nigeria. On the battlefield. He simply growled out to be addressed with a title. Sir or Colonel. Nothing less. Maybe it was him tilting his head to the side that made you become less- confrontational. “Yes.. Sir..”

“Now damn, was that so hard?” Straightening himself back up in his chair, his hands resting on his knees, he continued. “So, a smart person such as yourself must have a pretty good understanding of this place- right?” You could only nod as the man continued. He didn’t seriously want to hear from you preferring to have you listen. “So, I suppose you’ll be my little helper until I am settled or until I dismiss you.”

“Uhhhh- hah- what? No, listen I have-”

“The RDA has stated I may take what resources I need to help me settle in. And you by opening that trap of yours, have volunteered.” Outstretching his palms, his face twisted into an expression that said: Go ahead and argue with me. When no argument arose he slammed his massive palms together in a clap, the noise loudly echoing in the room making you jump. As he intended. “Seems like we are finally getting somewhere. Good.” came his low, growl of a voice, his boot hooking one of the legs of your chair, pulling you closer as he continued to discuss with you deep into the night..

~To Be Continued~ 

[splinnters]

For the Ninjago pride month headcanon requests, maybe trans masc Cole please?

YEAAAAH MORE COLE!! I am not kidding you I had to retype this whole thing THREE TIMES FROM MEMORY. THREE TIMES. worth it though

transmasc cole pride month headcanons!

he’s twice the men because he’s transmasc AND gay ;)

his dad was never very supportive when he was younger, but he also didn’t pay enough attention to realize Cole was socially transitioning. by the time Wu found him, Cole had started testosterone, legally changed his name and gender, and had a small gofundme going for his top surgery

he never officially told the other ninja he was trans, it just eventually cropped up in conversation. Kai and Lloyd were talking about pronouns and Cole joined by saying, “well, as a trans person-” and he recommended tampons to Nya, who was very confused until he said, “or you could start testosterone like me, that’ll get rid of it forever”

he had to slowly and carefully explain to Jay that he wasn’t a girl because Jay was under the impression he was born male and thought Cole was trying to say he was a trans woman

he’s very sure about his identity. he knows he passes well and will mention he’s trans in a conversation extremely casually. if anyone has a problem with it they have to answer to a ripped guy trained in the martial arts who can throw a car with ease

he eventually changed his gofundme account to “Master of Earth Official” and BOOM done his top surgery was scheduled. the other ninja wanted to video tape him while he was loopy after for the laughs but he passed out right away and slept for 16 hours

Lloyd comes to him for advice on gender. he asks about everything, labels, pronouns, hormones, EVERYTHING. Cole admittedly has to ask Zane to look things up once and awhile, but he loves being Lloyd’s mentor in all of this and calls him “my student” in a very bad Master Wh impression every time they talk

one day Lloyd and Cole went out for coffee, Lloyd was wearing some pronoun pins, and some jerk made a passing insult. Cole socked him so hard in the stomach he collapsed and the two had to bolt out of there before the police were called. Lloyd thought it was hilarious

Cole never became a trans icon for the rest of Ninjago. he prefers to keep his assigned sex at birth private, thank you very much (he does love a good pride parade, though)

unfortunately he was not blessed with height to go along with his muscles. he’s 5’9, not bad of course… but Jay is two inches taller than him and refuses to shut up about it EVER

before his top surgery, he stayed far away from long hair and more feminine clothes, but he gets more and more comfortable every day. Kai once even manages to convince him to wear a crop top, and Cole can’t say he didn’t like it at least a little

[rose-riot-johnson]

I have news my Tumblr Peeps😀 Since I have noticed that this Jujutsu Kaisen fanfic I have written with Gojo, Geto, and Toji, has been pretty successful, I decided that having separate fanfics about all 3 of them will definitely be something to write about, possibly in the near future, which would be my 2nd time writing about them as well. However I have done some recent thinking about this and I just have my reasons to possibly start off with writing about non other than Toji Fushiguro. I just feel like I'm having plans to write about him a little differently with this fanfic, than I did with the first fanfic that I have written, about Toji as a staring character for his ending. Plus I have been feeling that he was (and/or) is a victim of circumstance(s).

*Note: to warn any1 reading this, there will be tons of pronouns in atleast 1 or more paragraphs in this fanfic. This fanfic also contains 1 or more long paragraphs.

🦋Due To Past Family Reasons, I Just Don't Like The Last Name I Was Born With🦋(Toji Fushiguro (Birthname: Toji Zenin) x Any Gender Reader)

Genres: Angst, Some Jealousy, and Comfort (Warning⚠️: Possible Spoilers, Mentioning of death pertaining spouses, Harassment, Language, Depending on the reader's imagination, Violence, Blood, Mentions of abuse from family, Mentions of Murder, and Language)

Days after Toji Fushiguro was defeated by Gojo Satoru, Toji heard news about Gojo adopting Toji's son Megumi Fushiguro, so Gojo can rescue Megumi from the Zenin Clan, the very clan Toji sold Megumi to. Toji was very happy Gojo adopted Megumi (Toji's son), because after his memories of his son Megumi, his wife, the Zenin Clan, and everything else he remembered, Toji did end up having regrets about selling Megumi to the clan. He just knew he has to turn his life around once more...

While Toji has been having a hard time changing his ways, he still keeps trying to do so. He just doesn't want to remember himself, as the man he was after his wife (which is Megumi's mom) passed away. While he knows he can't take anything that he did back, however he just wishes to, because of the simple fact that he has been regretting alot of bad things he did after his wife passed away.

All those memories, especially of his wife and Megumi, has getting on his mind alot, since the day he was defeated by Gojo Satoru. He was also bothered by his regrets to the point where he gave up working (with and/or for) the Time Vessel Association and even cut ties with the middle of the Time Vessel Association. He just wants to be done with everything that he did in his past, prior to being defeated by Gojo Satoru and his memories that includes his wife and son, Megumi.

One rainy day, Toji decided to take a walk just to try to get away from everything that's been bothering him, including his regrets. As he was walking he notices that you were being harassed by a few muscular men, as a couple of them grabbed both of your arms for the leader of that group (of the few muscular men) to get what he wanted from you. Toji then, out of instinct to run over to stop them from getting anything they could possibly want from you. When Toji ran over to the area you're being harrassed by the group, the next thing he did was punch the leader in the back of the head, then both of the men who grabbed your arms, decided to let go of you. "Hey! What's that for you jerk?! It's between us and this person we're trying to teach a lesson!", the leader shouted in anger at Toji, then the leader continued, "Don't you know it's rude to jump into other people's businesses?!". Toji then replied, "Oh really?! Don't you know that it's rude to harrass other people to get what you want, especially with your gang?! Because that's all I'm seeing, you filthy pricks!".

One of the other gang members pointed out that Toji used to be the sorcerer killer and warned the leader about Toji's strength, which it seems obvious that the leader pretty much didn't give a damn. The rest of the group ran away, then when the reader realized this he called the rest of his group cowards for running away due to the rest of the group members knowing what Toji is capable of. They figured if he is capable of killing sorcerers, he is more than capable of killing some men who don't care about honor and think it's fun to push other people around, which frightens them and they're more frightened of the fact that, what a very angry Toji saw them (including their leader) do to you, and they're even shocked about the fact you're the person he came to protect after witnessing their harassment towards you.

The next thing that happened was that in one punch, Toji not only knocked the leader outcold, however he also busted the leader's head open a little bit. Toji then said, "Sorry you have to see this, (beautiful/handsome). I just can't just keep walking by after I saw these men harrass you like that. Any particular reason they're harassing you? If you don't mind me asking...". You then answered, "Well, these men were gonna assault me, because (up to the reader's imagination what the reason for the harassment).". Toji felt bad for you and felt hate towards those group of men who were harrasing you, as he said, "Well, that's not very nice of them, so shame on them and it's a good thing I came here. Though they're right that I did used to be a sorcerer killer, however I'm willing to change that about myself. Anyways, my name is Toji. Would you like to tell me your name?", as he somehow knew that this could be a start of something new.

He just somehow just from the meeting you, you just somehow reminded him of his wife (when she was alive). Thanks to that walk he took and meeting you, he began to realize he will be able turn his life around once again. It's like you seemed to change his life for the better already.

You then replied, "Nice to meet you, Toji. My name is, (Any Gender Reader Name). Thanks for saving me. It actually doesn't bother me that you used to be a sorcerer killer. You saved me. If it wasn't for you, I would have been, (up to the reader's imagination what would have happened, if Toji wasn't there).". Toji then decided to exchanged phone numbers with you, as he figured it's time to do so, as he knew it would be the beginning of a new relationship, while the start of a new journey of his life. He just knew that he made the right decision to be with you.

Months went by, as both you and Toji have been together in his relationship with you for awhile. Toji knew he found peace, when he felt calmer, since he met you, just like when his wife was alive, she basically calmed him, as well. This is the first time eversince in a long time that he felt like he was at peace with himself. You're also someone he would do anything for, as well.

One day when you asked, Toji about marriage, he agreed with it, then you asked about his last name. He then mentioned, "Well, (Any Gender Reader Name), I was born with the last name Zenin, however when I married a women with the last name Fushiguro, I took her last name and my last name became Fushiguro, instead of my birth last name.". You then asked about what happened to Megumi's mom (Toji's wife). Toji told you that she died soon after his son Megumi was born, then he mentioned about his regrets after her death.

Toji then mentioned, that Gojo defeated Toji when he told him what is happening with Megumi and what he did, then he mentioned, that days afterwards, he heard the news afterwards about Gojo adopting Megumi, which made Toji happy to hear, however eversince he had his memories of his son, his wife, the Zenin Clan and everything else he was remembering, he was having a lot of regrets of what he was doing after she passed away and tried to change, then explained why he felt you made him the man he is right now, and he even mentioned that you're the light of his world. He then criticized himself about selling Megumi in the first place.

Once Toji finished opening up about it, you then comforted him, as you explained, "From what I'm understanding is... I mean I don't want to upset you.. It's just that... To be fair. Maybe true that selling your son Megumi to the Zenin was something that had made you become a bad father, however I feel that after you told your nemesis, Gojo about your last words, especially about what happened with Megumi, when your memories came back to you about him... I just feel thanks to your last words to Gojo when he defeated you, this helped Gojo know about this and wheather you realize or not, you letting him know is the reason why Gojo adopted Megumi. Someone who is brave enough to admit their skeletons, especially to their own nemesis about what was happening to their children, then telling their nemesis, what you told Gojo... To me, I think in the end you did the right thing by telling Gojo what you did, because of this, Gojo adopted Megumi. Still... Maybe you did sold your son in the first place, however in the end your words, helped Gojo know this, then your a good father for telling Gojo what you did in the end. And from what I'm seeing you basically had plans to better yourself and I'm glad you feel the way you did about me, Toji. Plus, I don't care what anyone else thinks of you, because I could tell you're a victim of circumstance(s), anyways. So, I love you, Toji Fushiguro.". Toji felt better about himself after he realized you accepted him for who he is, even when he told you his past, you just understood him. He then said, "I love you too, no matter what, (Any Gender Reader Name)... And thank you for understanding and accepting me... I think if it was anybody else I told this to, they would of reacted much worse, than you did.", he then kissed you on your left side of your facial cheek.

As a few weeks went by, you asked Toji if you could move in with him, which he was perfectly fine with and doesn't see a problem with it. Then a few months after you moved in with Toji, you asked him to help with some chores, and while he was helping you with the chores, he decided to sweep inside the bedroom he shares with you. As Toji was sweeping the floors, underneath the bed that he shares with you in the (now) shared bedroom, he accidentally discovered you had a (plushie of reader's choice) and a photo album, as he swept them up by accident, not knowing there was anything underneath the bed. Toji then, started to wonder that little that he knew that you were hiding something. While Toji, was looking in your photo album, he didn't see anything that may appear suspicious, until the very last page, with the very last photo of the photo album, as he notices in the photo of you hugging another person and kissing that same person on the right side of (his/her/their) facial cheek, as it appears to be another significant other. Toji was feeling furious and jealous, at first when he saw the photo, however he then thought it over, as he decided not to make any rash decisions, because he figured the photo isn't worth jumping to conclusions over.

Despite of Toji, believing that there has to be an explanation about that particular photo of you and the other person were in and not wanting to have his jealousy and furious expressions get him into jumping to conclusions of the thought of being cheated on for the other person, he still has a gut feeling you have been hiding atleast something from him. So, the only thing that Toji could think of was to see about having a talk with you about the photo and what you have been hiding from him. Toji just doesn't want hold his thoughts to the point where he would hurt from this inside and if you were to have any reasons to hide anything from him, he will makesure you don't hold it in and you also don't carry what might be burdening you alone.

Meanwhile, you were doing some dishes and as you were almost done doing some dishes, Toji then came out of the bedroom he shares with you, as he said, "Hey, (Any Gender Reader Name). Can we take a break from doing chores after you finish the dishes, please? There's something important I need to talk to you about, if you don't mind.". You then replied, "Okay, Toji. And a break from chores it is.", before you smiled at him, as he went back inside the shared bedroom. Not too long after that, you got finished washing the rest of the dishes before heading to go inside the bedroom, Toji shares with you.

Right after you went in the shared bedroom, you asked, "So, what do you need to talk about, Toji?", then you continued, "Whatever you need to talk to me about, I will definitely be honest with you about it.". Toji then replied, "Good... Because I will be expecting the truth from you and I may get upset, if you tell me the truth depending on how you tell me, however I rather you be yourself and for me to be upset from your honesty than not knowing what was or is bothering you or what you might be hiding... I wish I could do this without you feeling upset or frightened, however this is the best I can do...", as he was holding on to (plushie of reader's choice) and the last photo of the last page of the photo album, then mentions, "I know you're hiding something... I don't know exactly, however while I was sweeping underneath the bed... And I accidentally swept these up, then I was looking at the photos inside the photo album, because I wanted to know you better and to see, if you're hiding something, especially if it's part of your past... So, this photo of this other person, is what I found... Yes, I was jealous and upset at first, however I madesure not to jump to any conclusions, until I know what was actually going on... So, if you don't mind me asking,... Who's this person in the photo?", as he puts down the (plushie of reader's choice), then points at the person who was in that same photo with you. You then began to shake, as you hugged Toji, tightly, while you began to sob on his shoulders. Toji then, hugged you back, as he said, "You don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to, right now. I just don't want to hold everything in to the point where you end up hurting inside.".

You still sobbed, as you told him truthfully, "I'm crying, because the person who was in the photo with me was my (husband/wife/spouse)... Unfortunately, ((s)he/they) died in the hospital from having (any surgery up to the reader's imagination), a few years before I met you.". Toji was then confused, as he said, "Then why are you hiding these from me then, (Any Gender Reader Name). I think the (plushie of reader's choice) is cute and the photo album is pretty sweet, even if the last pic had gotten me a little jealous, only at first...". You then replied, "I was hiding these, because every partner I had after my (husband/wife/spouse) passed away, either want me to get rid of everything my dead ((s)he/they) got for me or complain from me mentioning even discreetly about (him/her/them), especially the death of my (husband/wife/spouse) or tell me never to talk about it again or dwelling on my dead (husband) from only mentioning about (his/her/their) death or (him/her/them) in general only once just to vent or I'm not entitled to talk about any partners especially dead ones who were (husbands/wives/spouses) before them when they were my partners at the time, then turn around to say what they want to me. I just felt invalidated by them and I feel I couldn't open up to anyone about this since I kept running into that with that partners I had after my (husband/wife/spouse) and before meeting you in person...", as you continued to sob. Toji then hug you tightly with his left arm, while petting your head with his right hand as he gently comfort you, as he said, "Well, they're not the right person then, if they invalidate you like they did. Don't get me wrong, I do apologize for my jealousy when I first saw the photo, however I'm glad I had you vent to me about it, after all. What they don't realize is they don't know a damn difference between dwelling and venting a little bit about past grief. Nothing wrong with treasuring your stuff from your past. Anything else you would like to talk about, my precious kitty?."

You then vented, "Well, Toji... It's not simple... My last name has always been the same, even after my first marriage. My family didn't want me to change my last name to my (husband/wife/spouse), so they forced me to keep my last name different than my (husband/wife/spouse) and when ((s)he/they) offered to changed (his/her/their) last name to the last name my family forced me to keep, they definitely got angry about it. I think my family wanted to makesure both my (husband/wife/spouse) and I, to keep the last names that the both of us were born with, just so they can keep me from getting anything I like, meaning they want me to buy alot of things that I don't like that they like.". "Would you like to tell me what else happened, (Any Gender Reader Name)?", Toji asked trying to encourage without prying you. You were hesitant to talk at first, as you were worried he would shun you, then you decided it has to be told sooner or later.

You then confessed, "Well Toji, the truth is the year before we met eachother, I had skeletons in the closet, as well. I couldn't deal with my family trying to control my life anymore, so one night, I snapped... I'm not sure, if you were aware of this... It's just... I was born as a sorcerer and my family figured I'd be their cash cow, once they knew about it, which I think is why they forced both my (husband/wife/spouse) and I to keep our last names different than eachother, while not letting us take eachother's last name. Anyways, my family kept treating me, as their slave forcing me to do their dirty work for the money, and that one night they tried beating me, once I refused to do their bidding anymore, so I used my cursed technique to kill them out of self defense.". Toji was surprised to hear that your were born as a sorcerer, as he said, "As much as, I'm not a fan of sorcerers, especially Jujutsu Sorcerers, I honestly feel in my heart that you deserved better, than a family who treated you like crap and used you for being born, as a Sorcerer.". You then replied, "Well Toji... After I killed my family, in self defense, I ran away from my hometown to become homeless and decided to keep my cursed technique secret after that fateful night, just incase I do become at risk of going to prison. I trusted no one after that. However after that rainy day that we met eachother, I did began to trust you. I just didn't use my cursed technique, because I don't want to risk going to jail, just incase if my family being killed, and/or my cursed technique, and/or myself would be on the News, or on the radio, or in the newspaper, etc... I just rather not get caught. I'm surprised you saved me. It's not because of you and it's not because of me... I just somehow thought it was a coincidence that someone was to save me and even not even knowing me.", as Toji kept hugging you and petting your head, while you also kept hugging him.

Toji then explained about his past, especially how he was treated by the Zenin Clan, for being born as a non sorcerer due to heavenly restriction, while being raised in the Zenin Clan, which they favor anyone in the Zenin Clan with any cursed techniques, especially strong and powerful cursed techniques and he disliked (or hated sorcerers) due to the fact that how the any sorcerers clan (just as well as the Zenin Clan) felt, which they end up favoring those with cursed techniques, which made him suffer. Toji, also opened up to you about his spiteful actions towards all sorcerers including the Jujutsu Sorcerers and leaving the Zenin Clan, eventually, which is why when he got married, he changed his last name from Zenin to Fushiguro. He also admitted those are the reasons why that it's not just sorcerers in general he didn't care for. Toji also didn't care for the "Zenin" last name he was born with and he could also tell you also had your reasons why you didn't like your last name that you were born with, that your family forced you to keep.

Toji then confessed, "There's something else I should be telling you... Megumi's mom, who I married... Well,... She was the reason why I was calmer and lived an honest life one point. Aside from what you told me,... Otherwise you remind me alot of her, personality wise... Anyways, after her death, I wasn't sure how else to cope with her death so, reverted into doing things I end up regretting and so much worse to the point where I forgot about my wife and my son Megumi. Then after memories came back, I just stopped killing sorcerers and try to prove to atleast myself that I'm willing to turn over a new leaf, however it became easier said or even thought of than done.". He then hugged you tighter, as he looked into your eyes. Toji finally continued, "I could careless, if you were born as a sorcerer or not, now days... In your case, I see you, as a victim of circumstance(s), just like you see me as a victim of circumstance(s)... If it wasn't for that same rainy day, as I met you in and beat the living, fucken, hell out of those bastards, I wouldn't have been able to be that changed man I am today. I truly feel that you brought light to my world, since that rainy day. I love you for who you are (Any Gender Reader Name), my precious kitty.", as he also continued to look into your eyes, while petting your head. You then replied, "Well Toji, I love you for who you are, too.", then you and Toji proceeded to kiss eachother.

Eversince after the conversation both you and Toji had with eachother, both you and Toji have been more open with eachother and gotten to know eachother more, as well. You also began to be yourself with Toji more than ever before. Toji has also proven to turn over a new leaf, more than he expected of himself. From then on, both you and Toji have been happier than ever before. (As for the reader's last name, it's up to the reader's imagination, on what to decide on, pertaining last names)

The End

Don't mind the long fanfic and some long paragraphs for this fanfic, my Tumblr Peeps😅 I really wanted to put alot thought for this fanfic, while I putted more thought into it, than I expected myself to, while adding some extra ideas for this fanfic, as well💡😀 So, I do hope you enjoy this Toji fanfic, as much as, I enjoyed writing about him😃👍And for now, I hope you have a wonderful day or night, my Tumblr Peeps😁👍

Fun Fact: For people who didn't know, I'm a fan of both Toji Fushiguro and Gojo Satoru😃👍Sounds crazy, however I meant what I said🤷‍♀️😁👍And I'm very serious about what I said.

[seedsinmygarden]

I saw your post on character reactions to the MC coming out as transfem, and wanted to ask you a question/give you a prompt: the MC coming out as a trans guy to professors Fig and Sharp (separately).

(Reasons for this, if you want to know: I want to come out to my family, but I'm not in the best headspace (stuff happened, not related to them), and I need some comfort (these two are my favourite characters, and I see Fig as a father figure).

Sorry for ranting, it wasn't my intention. I love your content, keep up the good work.

Coming out as FTM Trans!

thank you for the compliments, and i’m happy to hear you liked the transfem one! im sorry you’re struggling, i hope this helps bring some comfort to you during tough times. (and please, let me know if anything was said incorrectly or was hurtful to be said! i want to do this right and the last thing i want to do is be hurtful, so please educate me! i will gladly edit it and make any changes to correct.)

Word Count: 1,792 words

Tags/Warnings: Set in a time where Fig didn’t die in the Final Repository Battle. Fluff, mentions of homophobia/transphobia.

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PROFESSOR FIG:

Professor Fig had been worried.

That morning, MC had sent him an owl, asking to speak together out on the Viaduct Bridge after dinner. He wondered if he misspoke the last time they were together— he knew something had been troubling them but didn’t want to press, yet he feared he pressed unintentionally.

After Miriam’s death, he found familial love in this now-6th year, seeing them as his own. He knew them well enough that sending a letter to meet after dinner meant that something was going on, and he only hoped he could help them find a solution to whatever it was.

Tugging his robe tighter around him, he watches his breath fog the air in front of his face. The sunset glows along the horizon as students passed him, dinner having come to a close and everyone eager for the warmth of their common rooms to finish the night.

Some stopped to say hello, others had a question on the recently-assigned essay, but it was when MC finally approached that he excused himself and told the other students he would be happy to talk more tomorrow morning before classes, if they had any remaining questions.

Once those students (rather begrudingly) left, he invites MC to join him with a wave. They smiled as they approached, leaning against the rail and looking out into the Hogwarts Valley.

“I see you got my letter. Thank you for meeting me out here.” They tell him and Professor Fig nods.

“Of course. After the tumultous year we shared last year, I see you as my own. You will always hold priorty in my life.”

He watches their smile falter. He continues, a small frown on his face and his brows creasing in concern.

“But I see something troubles you. Is everything alright, MC?”

“Yes.” MC nods. “It’s… something important. To me, at least.”

“If it is important to you, MC, then it is important to me too.” Professor Fig reassures them. “I will not force you to talk to me, but please know that I am always here for you. I am always by your side not because I brought you to Hogwarts and feel I must as an ambassador of some sort, but because I see you growing to become a caring, strong, and intelligent young adult.” There was a moment of silence as MC processes Professor Fig’s words, and finally, they take a breath.

“I-I’m trans, Professor.” MC finally looks at him. He could feel how quickly their stress levels shot up. “I’ve been using he/him pronouns in privacy among some friends, and a different name, and I’ve really been liking the… euphoria, it gives me.” Fig watches his breathing pick up, “I-I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while, it’s only been a few weeks, I just— I was trying to work up the courage—”

Suddenly, Professor Fig acts upon instinct and his arms wrap around MC in a comforting hug.

“It’s okay, MC.” He tells him softly. “You could have told me whenever you were comfortable and I would have accepted you regardless. I am grateful you feel you can trust me to be yourself until you are comfortable coming out in a more public manner.” He gives him one last squeeze in the hug before pulling away to look him in the eye. “Know that you can always trust me, but also know that you shouldn’t feel the need to tell me every little update. Take things at your pace, because this is your life. Regardless, I accept you as you are.”

MC lets out a little sob, leaning back in towards Fig and hugging him again. Fig returns the gesture, rubbing his back comfortingly. He could feel his shoulders shake as he cries— tears of relief, he hoped.

“I hope you know how wonderful you are, MC. You deserve nothing but happiness.” He tells him as the crying slowed to a stop and the two pulled away, “Now, tell me, what is the name you go by now?”

PROFESSOR SHARP:

“Class dismissed.” Professor Sharp’s voice carries over the dungeon classroom. The bustle of life among the 7th year Advanced Potions students replaces the silence that once was the environment of focus as they packed their belongings and headed out.

Profesosr Sharp passed each station to ensure the cleanliness of them, and he found himself halting at one, where MC still stood, eyes trained on their potion as they stirred the contents. He watches as they subconsciously lift a jar of crushed lacewing flies and sprinkled a pinch into the potion, turning it a teal blue.

“MC?” Professor Sharp asks and MC yelps loudly, practically throwing their ladle and it falls to the ground behind them with a loud clatter against the stone floor.

“P-Professor— I-I mean, yes, Professor Sharp?”

“I dismissed class. I suppose you didn’t hear me, but you are free to go— once you finish your potion here. It would be a waste of resources if you scrapped it now.” He pulls out his wand as he spoke, nonverbally summoning the ladle to his wand hand and cleaning it with a handkerchief he protruded from his jacket pocket.

MC finally looks around the classroom, blinking almost owlishly as they realized they were the only student left. Sharp sets the cleaned ladle next to the cauldron.

“Oh. I see. I’m sorry, I must not have been listening.”

“Do not worry. My next class isn’t until after lunch.” Professor Sharp shakes his head, setting himself on the stool in the station next to MC’s. “What are you creating here?”

“I wanted to create Felix Felicis potion, the luck potion we learned last week.” Professor Sharp raises a brow at MC and they shake their head. “Rest assured, Professor, I was most certainly planning on turning it in to you. I’m well aware we’re not allowed to have it as students. Purely educational purposes, this brew.” MC chuckles, and it pulls a chuckle from Professor Sharp as well.

“I understand. Please, continue.” He motions to the cauldron, watching as MC carried on with the potion-making.

It was silent in the classroom once more— a comfortable silence, that is— with only the bubbling of the potion filling the room. Professor Sharp watches MC as they work on their potion, their hands working expertly to perfect the potion.

“May I talk about something, Professor?”

“If it won’t take you out of focus, you may.” He nods. He watches MC take a deep breath.

“Ever since I started here at Hogwarts, in my 5th year, I found a new world that was so much unlike the normal world I came from. I love this world, I love Hogwarts, I love Hogsmeade and the people across Hogwarts Valley… I-I’ve always felt a little off, in the muggle world. When I wear trousers, I’d get looks of disgust in my direction. ‘Ladies shouldn’t need to wear trousers. It’s not right.’”

“I have found the Wizarding World to be far more accepting than the muggle world, particularly. Granted, much of my life has been spent among witches and wizards alike, but the few years I spent in the muggle world, undercover, had me wishing to return sooner rather than later. People are cruel.” Professor Sharp sighs, shaking his head. “I’m sorry that has been your experience growing up.”

“Thank you, Professor. The world, muggle and wizarding, can both be cruel in different ways.” MC agrees, “I remember, when Florence came out, the amount of pushback she still got among all the acceptance.”

“Florence is a strong young woman.” Sharp nods, “She is solid as a wall. The negativity didn’t affect her— at least, not outwardly.”

“I wish I was more like her.” MC sighs as they add an ashwinder egg to the mixture.

“You are, MC.” Professor Sharp is quick to reassure. “You saved Hogwarts from Ranrok when you were only 15. An incredible feat, especially to a retired Auror such as I. And that is not to say that Florence coming out is inferior to that— both are incredible feats in their own ways. It takes strength and bravery to achieve both.” He takes a breath, “Believe me, MC, you are a great wizard. You will go on to do amazing things, in whatever it is you decide to pursue after Hogwarts.”

“Thank you, Professor.” MC couldn’t hold back the grin spreading across their face. They take a deep breath. “I’m transgender, Professor. I’ve never felt right wearing skirts even from a young age. A part of me was convinced that I would have to deal with the unhappiness for the rest of my life. Be arranged to marry off and bear children, as my duty would have been as a woman in the muggle world. But here, in the Wizarding World, I have more hope— hope to take control of my own life and do what it is I want to do, wear what I want to wear.”

“I see.” Sharp nods, “Rest assured, MC, you’ll always have a home here in the Wizarding World, a place where you can be called however you’d like, wear whatever it is you like to wear… It’s your place to decide what you want to do, and who you want to be.” He stands again as MC turns off the heat to the cauldron, letting the boiling cocotion simmer to room temperature, cool enough to be transferred to vials. “That is one of the wonderful freedoms we get in the Wizarding World; the ability to choose for ourselves.”

MC nods, casting the cooling charm to speed up the process as Professor Sharp goes to retrieve a row of empty vials to put the liquid luck into.

“I know it’ll still be rough for a while. I haven’t come out to a lot of people yet. I’ve only told Professor Fig, Professor Weasley, and a couple of my friends. And now, you. Thank you, Professor.”

“I am happy you trust me to know, MC. Or would you prefer a different name in privacy?”

[lilyliveredlittlerichboy]

ive been spending way too much time on terf blogs the past few days and this thing i saw has been living in my head rent free like

(Image description: @/fakeboitherottengirl writes, "You learn to chase gender like you learn to chase any other drug. You chase gender euphoria like an anorexic chasing her skeleton. The next piece of clothing, the next haircut, the next injection, the next operation, THATS the thing you need to be happy. After this next binder or HRT or boob job or dress or tube of makeup your body will finally feel "right". And by the time you've eliminated all the things that could be "wrong", when no hair is left out of place and and you "pass" you realize you are still yourself with all the same pain you've been running from getting closer every day. And suddenly there's nowhere left to run. Your hair can't get any shorter. Your chin can't get any smoother. No shade of lipstick fills the void it once promised to. Capitalism lied to you and is actively profiting off of your gender dysphoria/euphoria. Dysphoric people deserve better than the capitalist "solution" of transition." End image description.)

There's so much wrong with this where do I start. (Soooo tempted to just throw out the whole suitcase but I think there's maybe half a thought in there worth keeping. So here goes)

All of the procedures you've listed above are things cis people do as well. Buy makeup and have boob jobs and get laser hair removal, buy gender-affirming (or gender nonconformity-affirming) clothing and jewellery. Yet somehow it's only bad when trans people do it? Capitalism leaves hollow voids of suffering in all of us. How we fill it is each of our own choice, and all of the things mentioned above are morally neutral. Including drug addiction and even eating disorders, because we believe in a thing called bodily autonomy. heard of it?

The capitalist solution of transitioning: Okay yes lots of trans people spend money on transitioning. A lot of cis people also spend money on gender-affirming clothes, accessories and surgeries. Capitalism has a solution for everything. It's true. BUT: not everyone's transition involves a lot of money, and most trans people are poor af. We cut our own (or each others) hair, get clothes from free clothes swaps and use other forms of mutual aid. Changing your name and pronouns is free! And yes we have to exist under capitalism, great observation sherlock. anything else?

And what, exactly, is a better solution for dysphoric people? Since you acknowledge they exist. Is it to live with their pain forever? I mean, you radfemmy types take enormous pride in suffering and make suffering the very core of your ideology so I can't say I'm surprised. Tell Me, has your suffering enlightened you? Do you know things no one else does? Did you find the light. And why am I reminded of tradcath imagery where you have to suffer to make up for being born, until you die... is this the kind of imagery you strive to invoke? Is your suffering the yoke you toil under forever, to make up for the wrongness in your soul and the void in your heart. Do we all need to find Jesus? Tell Me? (or please maybe just help us dismantle capitalism. yes it wants to sell you solutions to problems that didn't exist until capitalism told you you had them!! yes it hurts everyone!! we agree on this!!)

tldr suffering is great and if you embrace it you won't have to participate in capitalism anymore. but it's fine to participate in capitalism actually, as long as you're being nice and cis about it i guess. womanhood is only suffering and manhood is only violence and there is no room for genuine joy in the human experience. this is what you're telling me yes? okay. cool. okay

anyway I've found so much love and peace from being trans, not really from changing my body (which I BARELY have and still don't really know if I will) but from being part of loving, accepting, truly radical communities. Going from being othered to being part of the othereds. Community is the true value of the queers. Probably you radfems would agree about your own!! You love your communities and want to keep them safe!! See, us too. And we don't have to fight each other to keep ourselves safe. In fact fighting makes all of us less safe! None of us want that.

Anyway it's so difficult to have nuanced (or any) conversations about these things and i appreciate you taking the time to read this. and as much as I understand that my "why can't we all get along uwu 🥺" thing is naive and idealistic, I would much prefer to be naive, idealistic and hopeful, than full of distress and fear and despair at the state of the world - and the state of feminist, body neutral and autonomy affirming activism. (A despair we share, I assure you! Being hopeful anyway is an active choice.)

Hope is hard. It is! I have a lot of practice cultivating mine and it still doesn't come easy. The first step is believing you can have hope, and that things can get better. The next step is to find out what you, personally, can do to actively make things better for people around you. Start hyper-local, log off from the internet for a lil while, consult older activists around you. Millions of people doing tiny things will add up to bigger changes, and you have to believe change is possible. You have to. Otherwise you will get too content in your own misery and stop growing as a person and stop actually making the world better.

"You have to act as if it were possible to radically transform the world. And you have to do it all the time." ― Angela Davis

Anyway, one thing that doesn't help is trying to take away people's bodily autonomy. Whether that's restricting access to abortion, or access to transition, or access to cosmetic surgery, or ability to do sex work, or kink. Just cus you personally think any/all of these are oppressive and evil, doesn't mean you get to make choices for other people on how to live their lives.

Bodily autonomy.

If you're against abortions, don't get one.

If you're against transition, don't get one.

If you're against kink, don't do it.

Some people don't get a choice, such as victims of sex trafficking or Hershel Walker's mistresses when he arranges their abortions. But that doesn't mean you should take the choice away from everyone.

[idontdrinkgatorade]

rowan hi hello

tell me more abt your ocs, im curious!!

I'M SO SORRY IT'S BEEN LIKE FOUR MONTHS

putting everything under the cut bc this will prob be long lmao

okie so just for context, the main story is set in a modern universe where magic is a thing (usually referred to as "magical energy"). there are certain people who can use magic, called Maj, and they live under the radar, with humans being unaware of the existence of Maj as a whole. Maj live normal lives alongside humans and have gone decades without being discovered. basic plot of the story is "whoops, they've been discovered now" and humanity scrambles to do something about it (responses ranging from "contain them! (or worse)" to "literally leave them alone they were fine before"). it results in two major responses -- a federal attempt to contain them, and the emergence of "maj-hunters," who are civilians that make their own personal effort to deal with the presence of maj

so my two main ocs, Acanthus Fischer and Sayako Yamaoka, are both Maj teenagers that get caught up in the whole ordeal. it's a wild ride for them.

also kinda need to explain Maj a bit. um they have the ability to manipulate magical energy, which can do things that are deemed physically impossible (levitation, teleportation, you get the gist). along with that, most Maj are born with additional supernatural abilities and features (abilities can be activated without using magical energy and features can be hidden if needed). there are various categories (inaccurately referred to as "species") of Maj depending on what abilities and features they have. Maj-ness and their species are passed down genetically (so if a Maj is a Siren, their children will be Sirens, unless the other parent is a different species, in which the child has a possibility of being the other species. hybrid species are rare)

also i'm a big sucker for heavy psychological horror, drama, and angst so those are VERY common within the story. there's some dark themes thrown in there but i won't really mention a whole lot of them

ok now to sayako and acanthus

sayako is japanese-american and lives with (or used to live with) her parents, her older sister hana, and her younger sister yuka. she (as well as the rest of her family) has speech-related abilities, notably persuasion, all-speak, and vocal distortion (and later hypnosis, but only for sayako). she's extremely outgoing and social and has a passion for chemistry. after The Reveal, however, she and her family is forced to flee their home. unfortunately, they all are eventually separated entirely by accident, and sayako is captured by a private maj-hunting organization and is kinda forced to do like tournament-style fighting until she's "recruited" by another maj-hunter, who takes her to a facility to train. train for what? to basically be a soldier/guard/whatever. during her time there, she meets other maj teens and befriends them, most notably a 13-year old boy named blue (real name is zach but that's a whole other thing), whom she is paired with (at this point, she is 15). she takes on a sort-of older sibling role when it comes to blue, being so protective of him that she even will attack their oppressors in defense of him despite the consequences. along with him, there's 3 other pairs that she works with (so 6 total) at her assignment (another pair joins them later). during her time there, she changes to be more cunning and calculated while also becoming more reckless. through mostly unplanned circumstances that totally were not her fault, she and the rest of her friends/coworkers/(their relationship is complicated) are able to escape the private facility and find a stable place to live.

acanthus is sayako's best friend prior to The Reveal (and post-Reveal, but that isn't until they reunite). his actual name is ronan, but he started going by acanthus when he was 12 (once he reaches 17, he'll begin using an additional name -- elya -- and any pronouns, but that point is toward the end of the story so i'm just sticking with acanthus and he/him pronouns right now). he's half arab (on his mother's side) and lives with his dad and younger sister roselynn. his abilities include increased healing, plant manipulation, and animal communication, but he's also really good at teleportation magic. he's somewhat cynical and anxiety-prone and also has an air of arrogance, which covers up his low self-esteem and persistent identity issues. sayako is his first real friend and they are practically inseparable before The Reveal. he, his dad, and roselynn all flee, but he and his dad don't have the most stable relationship, which later results in acanthus splitting off from them and traveling on his own until he is inevitably captured and contained by federal forces. he's initially extremely defiant, partially due to arrogance and partially due to spite. he has, like, no self-preservation instinct and has a habit of doing stupid things (i.e. attacking the guards) which, uh, doesn't end well. it escalates to the point where he has to be isolated (whoopsies!) and it's not fun. he doesn't get to escape unfortunately he just eventually gets into this weird position where the people keeping him are like 'umm this is fucked up actually' and he's given back some of his freedoms.

the story is kinda split into three major parts (plus a prologue and an epilogue) that go like this:

prologue - pre-Reveal life for sayako and acanthus

part 1 - post-Reveal -- life on streets, acanthus' capture & time, sayako's capture, training, & transfer

part 2 - acanthus transferred to isolation, sayako's group escapes

part 3 - sayako's group living on their own, acanthus' semi-release, reunion between sayako and acanthus

epilogue - acanthus and sayako's life afterwards (the end of the epilogue takes place during the beginning of another story that i'm writing)

here is a really shitty drawing of them that i did in like an hour just for this ask (sayako on left, acanthus on right) :D

might repost the art on a separate post lol so that people don’t have to open the read more just to see it

[cringefaillosersummit]

shadow the hedgehog

One aspect I love: how much he cares for those he loves and how he is made up of each of them. everyone he has ever loved is part of the picture that is shadow, makes up every atom of his being.

One aspect I wish more people understood about them: his whole character arc is about self-autonomy and doing what he wants to do, not because others have told him to do. sth is a series about finding personal freedom and sonic helps those around him find their way to achieve that specific freedom. for shadow, it's moving on and not letting the promises made to those who have long since passed dictate who he is or what he does. not letting anyone dictate his path. it's about passing on from grief and starting fresh, while still honoring those you have loved. there's a reason why majority of his villains have all wanted to control shadow in some shape or form. gerald, eggman using him as the basis for the androids, black doom, mephiles, even infinite. and each time he comes back, reasserting himself and piecing himself together. im gonna cut this off here bc i am way too wordy when it comes to shadow the hedgehog.

One (or more) headcanon(s) I have about them: he's actually shorter but his air shoes give him extra height the airshoes are actually mobility devices!! This Hedgehog is Trans Masc. he/they pronouns frfr chileno. trust me. he has sharp claws! he's a living chaos energy battery basically. the way the inhibitor rings work is that they regulate his innate chaos energy by helping it circulate more easily. once he takes them off, his power is no longer restrained but its because the chaos energy is coming out of him at a greater quantity so he is effectively a glass canon. he ended up leaving his super form because while sonic has harnessed his chaos energy to go super, shadow honed it into his chaos control/snap/spears/etc. his favorite color is actually yellow because it reminds him of maria's hair and he loved playing it when he was a kid maria called him "mi sombrita" (my little shadow) and thats where he got his name he knows how to dance! is very good at it!! he started staying with rouge and omega only after shit went down in shth 2005 before that he was wandering and thats why he looks unkept in the renders

One character I love seeing them interact with: TEAM DARK RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH TEAM DARK LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

One character I wish they would interact with/interact with more: need more interactions with surge and metal sonic dear god there's something i can say about being created/changed for a purpose and trying to figure out if there is more to you than just that. i am going to scream.

One (or more) headcanon(s) I have that involve them and one other character: he loves cream and charmy and is so willing to babysit whenever vanilla or vector asks he and omega have been banned from 8 different rage rooms because they rage a little too hard and destroy fucking everything he enjoys spending time with amy and tails because they remind him of maria knuckles will sometimes let him chill on top of the emerald like he lets rouge do just because the natural powers of the chaos emerald help his chaos energy feel more calm. perfect nap spot. he and omega gave the shovel talk to knuckles but then they ended up just fighting bc they were bored. they knocked over some trees. sonic drags shadow to different places to get him fully familiarized with the 21st century. shadow makes a show about protesting but he genuinely considers sonic a good friend. sonic and shadow had a big conversation about what happened in sa2 and shadow doesn't remember everything but sonic just had to let some things off his chest (their therapist recommended talking it out. 5 months ago.) shadow helped sonic out after the aftermath of frontiers shadow and metal are friends. fuck you sega. vector was the one who actually mentioned the idea of therapy to shadow and rouge after shth 2005

OKAY THATS ENOUGH I HVE TO STOP IT HERE THIS IS ALREADY SO FUCKING LONG

Send me more characters!

[bunai-codepink]

giving my brain a VIOLENT rest from theories and brainstorming ideas and just. overworking itself? but gonna talk about my self inserts again cause i love them both? sm???

both (looma + mj)

- don't let the frills and bright colors fool you. literal human form of a chihuahua and will not hesitate to go for the knees. just happens to like cute things. - strawberry blonde basically means part angry part stupid and no self preservation (as you can tell. by their tastes in men) - if it was a career option they'd both kill to be magical girls. doesn't matter if they're not girls, dream job fr - not super chatty at first, but is the type of person where once they're comfy with you, you have unlocked The Weird. - awful sweet tooth. don't leave either of them alone with anything sugary it WILL be gone - adhd/autism duo fr fr!! - both like to just get up and dance when a good jam comes on (working on playlists cause i am unhinged) - both of em wear a binder! looma doesn't wear it all the time but mj has a timer set and a sports bra in xir bag when it goes off

looma (sdj)

- uses xe/xir pronouns, but begrudgingly uses they/them while at work - can't stand just doing nothing and has to be moving. due to this ABSOLUTELY hates slow days. once refilled toppings at least 3 times and overfilled by accident. - stims by drumming xir hands on things or arm flapping - captain oblivious my beloved. literally has no idea about anyones feelings until after the fact - likes to wear oversized jackets! while jack's is warm, xe prefers xir own (personal favorite is xir blue jersey with the stars on it) - yes, xe named xemself after the loomas from super mario galaxy.

"they're just funny lil guys!! sillies!!"

mj (mdhm)

- is very Particular about xir house. if anything remotely looks out of place or is nudged it sends off red alarms. - has an unhealthy collection of mini backpacks stored in the back of xir closet. no ones knows about it and xe would like to keep it that way - what does mj stand for? your guess is about as good as mine, xe changes xir answer anytime anyone asks. - local theivery of jackets hoodies and similar abound. usually if alan takes his jacket off there's a high chance mj will swipe it instead of getting up to get a blanket - isn't a huge fan of the slasher genre when it comes to horror, but if you want found footage or cult classics mj's your bestie - i've mentioned this before but doesn't like putting people's names or anything in xir phone. usually defaults to nicknames or just emojis - big fan of swishy skirts!! bonus points if there's pockets - unfortunate forgetful tbh!! memory is shit so often takes notes or pictures as reminders - has gone trick or treating the last 5 years as sam from trick r treat and due to xir height, always passes as a teenager at least. the candy scam continues. - chewerly hoarder!! has a bunch of necklaces but prefers the bracelets

"sorry if that was a bit blunt, i'm autistic. and also kinda a bitch? i didn't mean it, i promise."

[a-hundred-jewels]

the meaning of life

hi @wearewatcher this is my magnum opus (my morbid curiousity of someone at the company seeing that this exists if i tag them has won out over the anxiety)

Ao3

Words: 6770

Summary:

After the Professor's deeply emotional remembrance ceremony, during which a cast of anthropomorphic puppets learn their true fates, the Pile of Diamonds, once part of a necklace commissioned by King Louis XV le Bien-Aimé of France, stews in the comfort of his own wanton desires.

Little does he know, someone is listening.

Tags:

The Pile of Diamonds (Puppet History)/God (Puppet History), Policarpa's Spool (Puppet History)/Beast of Gévaudan (Puppet History), The Pile of Diamonds (Puppet History), God (Puppet History), Policarpa's Spool (Puppet History), Beast of Gévaudan (Puppet History), The Professor (Puppet History) (Mentioned), Miscellaneous Puppets, Genie (Puppet History), Explicit Sexual Content, Missing Scenes From the 2021 Holiday Spectacular, the Pile of Diamonds - the only PD ill pay taxes for, Puppet Erotica, Puppet Fucking, Puppet Anatomy (Surprise! I Made It Up!), They/Them Pronouns for God (Puppet History), He/Him Pronouns for The Pile of Diamonds (Puppet History), look dont ask about the pronouns i dont know either, An Expansion On That Brief Moment When The Pile of Diamonds Calls God Hot, Three Ways To Fuck Soulfully When You Don't Have A Soul, Spoilers For Puppet History (Season 4), Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Strong Language, A Tiny Fucking Bit of Profanity, Oral Sex, Penetration, God (Puppet History) Has A Penis, The Pile of Diamonds (Puppet History) Has Some Holes, Creative Blasphemy, Slight Misuse Of The Biblical Canon (i sincerely apologize to christianity), Yay! Consent!, Orgasm Denial, kind of? like it's denied for a while, Edging, Fingering, Or Whatever you call it when you have muppet hands, Philosophical Discussions During Sex, Vibrator, (ok its not ACTUALLY a vibrator but like. it vibrates), Changing Power Dynamics With Essentially No Consequences, Hand-Wavey Descriptions of Sex and Philosophy, Post-Season/Series 04, (and the holiday spectacular), Existential Doom Challenged, kind of, Purgatory, Puppet Purgatory, (featuring my unhinged season 5 theories in the end notes), Just a dash of blasphemy in our porn to keep things interesting, (almost) no beta we die like all puppets, (first part was beta'd and then i felt bad for my beta reader), Party A bullies Party B into bullying Party A into feeling some goddamn geniune connection, seriously if you're not a fan of religious satire YOU WILL NOT LIKE THIS

(notes and fic under the cut)

(Okay, so. I’m aware that this time of fall includes several religious holidays, such as Rosh Hashanah, and I wanted to make it crystal clear that this fanfiction is NOT meant to disrespect or disregard those who practice religion. As someone who grew up with very few ties to religion, such faith is something I confess to being rather unfamiliar with, except in passing and (I’m sorry) Good Omens. I do not want to hurt anyone with this item of porn. While it *is* explicit content involving a puppet version of God, it is ultimately fanfiction for Puppet History, a show that already kind of toes the line with blasphemy. In order to make some peculiar content, I’ve kind of just completely crossed that line, but, to be clear, I’ve done so in the name of satire and comedy and do not wish to offend any religious people, except for those who use their religion to justify acts of terror and bigotry against others. I’m okay with offending them, but ONLY them. If you read this and believe I have committed a Bad Deed, please let me know, and I will be happy to discuss the issue with you.)

ANYONE ELSE SEE THE TEASER FOR SEASON FIVE? *cue demonic screeching as i release my true form*

But before we get on with that shtiz, please take a moment to sign this petition demanding the resignation or impeachment of corrupt Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas, who, as the kids say, is not giving. As the United States Supreme Court becomes more and more rigged by the conservative right-wing, human rights for marinalized groups are being stripped away (as seen by the devestating overturning of Roe v. Wade, the Supreme Court decision that had mandated safe and legal abortions for people with uteruses. The Supreme Court is supposed to be politically neutral and dedicated to making fair, constitutional decisions for all citizens and residents of the United States, but clearly *some* people need to go back to grade school, as the Justices are becoming more and more biased. Click here (or copy this URL: https://sign.moveon.org/petitions/clarence-thomas-must-go?source=rawlink&utm_source=rawlink&share=d5b06331-c8af-4221-9971-a64f9f09d983) to take a stand.

AND NOW BACK TO FANFICTION.

As you can tell, if you follow me here on tumblr, I’ve been getting into the gay pirate show a totally normal and healthy amount that has had NO bearing on my emotions, screen time, writing choices, or elaborately planned Halloween costume. If this statement also applies to you, check out my kind-of-soon-to-be-updated our flag means death fanfiction which I edited wearing a polyester top hat and a manic grin while standing in my kitchen eating pasta at two in the afternoon. The pirate show aside, I’ve ALSO had a certain blue puppet living in my head rent free for QUITE a long time. I actually started writing this particular fanfiction on christmas day, right after having watched the Holiday Spectacular. Just a weird little gay, writing puppet porn in the same room as their family, mourning our beloved, murdered, jelly-bean king. So, yeah, i had a vision of god and the pile of diamonds getting it on, and also the world is fantastically terrible right now, so i figured now is as good a time as any for blasphemous, philosophical erotica.

Disclaimer: Although I *do* write them so beautifully, these characters belong to the very talented and bizarre Shane Madej. And also sort of the Bible (i’m sorry xianity aaaa)

Please leave me comments! Validate me like I’m in the womb of a t-rex <3 And with that, here we go!!!

“A soul?” the Emu countered. “Do puppets even have souls in the first place?”

It was clear the Propeller didn’t know how to respond. “Uh… of course. I mean, I think so.” He paused. “Do we?” Uncertainty fell over the crowd as rows of puppets began to contemplate their very existence. Then, an ethereal voice came seemingly out of nowhere. “Perhaps I can answer that!” A pink and orange figure appeared on the large screen at the front of the arena. For a moment, everyone looked on in awe. “Whoa!” the Propeller mused. Santa’s Bones looked up. “I think that’s God!” The arena applauded the appearance of such a high-profile figure. But one audience member was captivated for a different reason. The Pile of Diamonds murmured, almost without thinking, “God’s… hot.”

The hotel room was cold. Cold and dry and dark - a jarring shift from the gaudy warmth of the Wondruim Arena. 

The Pile of Diamonds wandered around aimlessly. He knew that he could figure out how the weird little space heater worked, or turn on a light, but it seemed like unnecessary work to warm up a body that he’d found out was dead less than two hours ago. 

So instead, the Pile of Diamonds did another slow lap around the room. It was quiet, save from the million-Franc clinking his diamonds made as he moved. The room was nice, he supposed, if a bit blank and white for his taste. An upbringing in eighteenth-century France was more than enough to instill a lust for wealth and drama in interior design. He sat on the tall bed and surveyed his simple surroundings. Bed, TV, window, desk. A small bathroom, reeking of hygiene, which the Pile suspected was more for show than for use. The most interesting thing he’d found so far was the ironing board tucked in the tiny closet. Having never had a need for ironing, or, for that matter, a need for clothes, the Pile had first thought he’d been supplied with an unusually small and useless surfboard and spent nearly twenty minutes debating the possibility of a hidden beach near the hotel. Then, he’d figured it was an extra table, until he saw the warning sticker on the metal leg and read it. A strange choice, he’d finally decided, since, if what had been said at the Professor’s funeral was true, this was a Purgatory made specifically for the puppets, almost none of whom wore clothes. 

After the funeral, when lines of puppets had filed across the street from the arena to the hotel (whose floor-plan was in the shape of a W, presumably for the same Wondrium-purgatory reasons that lead to the arena’s name), a blanket of loneliness had seemed to settle around everyone's shoulders. Though they were all in the same boat, finding out one is dead doesn’t have the same unifying factor as, say, being an anthropomorphic puppet, or being called ugly by Marie Antoinette (the Pile of Diamonds, in his days of being a necklace, had actually attended a couple Insecure Jewelry Anonymous groups after that particular incident). 

And honestly, the Pile of Diamonds had never considered the other puppets particularly interesting or worthy of his presence, so he shouldn’t exactly care, right?

He leaned back against the headboard, stared out the window. In the room across from his, Policarpa’s spool of thread was lying askew on the floor, while the Beast of Gévadaun slowly pulled on the end of the thread. He was speaking, the Pile could see, probably something filthy and French. He pulled faster, then crawled on all fours and bit the Spool, teasing the wooden cap with his tongue. 

The Spool pushed the Beast back onto an already rumpled bed, like this wasn’t the first time today something had happened between them. Absently, the Pile wondered if it was even possible for a spool of thread to fuck, though that didn’t seem to be holding back the couple he was watching. The Spool was on top of the Beast now, and, though the glass windows were thick enough to mask any sound, the Pile could practically hear the moans as the Beast's curled mustache trembled and the Spool’s shiny needle slipped and slid. 

The Pile of Diamonds watched.

He thought about God. 

Something had come over the Pile’s hard little body when God came onto the big screen. Their casual demeanor, even at the funeral of a beloved figure in Puppet Society. The curly orange hair cascading around their single eye. Their voice, bored and flat and so very sexy. 

He’d barely even noticed his outburst, it felt so natural. How couldn’t it? Generations of the nobility in Versailles had worshiped God, had they not? Now he knew why.

There was a thunk against the window across the alley. The Spool had cum with such force that it was thrown off the Beast and thwacked into the window. A quick glance showed the Pile of Diamonds that the Beast was still hard. It was almost sweet, watching the pair. The Beast wrapped a claw around his dick and finished himself off, leaning on his elbow to watch the Spool as he did so. 

The Pile of Diamonds imagined God watching his clear, hand-adjacent appendages doing the same to himself, imagined a fuzzy purple hand reaching over… 

He blinked the thought away. It would never happen. It couldn’t. God was busy, and hot, and popular, with plenty of options for high-profile fuck buddies aside from himself. The devil, perhaps, or maybe that genie. Even Santa’s Bones seemed like a more appropriate option. God was ethereal. It would be downright absurd for them to come to the Wondrum Hotel. A wave of loneliness washed over him, and he closed the curtains, the entertainment of watching other puppets get off mostly gone. Instead, the Pile slid into cold sheets, and tried to picture it.

He was certain God would be like no other he’s ever been with. They would saunter through the bedroom door, pupil blown and long purple limbs soft and dry. He let a hand-adjacent clump of diamond wander as he remembered the scene at the funeral. The Pile of Diamonds touched himself, searching for just the right place and rhythm, and let God’s image be the filthy little light in a world otherwise filled with grief and darkness. He trembled and opened himself up to his anger. 

The Pile found the large diamond near his core, with the blunt tip and sensitive spot just above… ah . It was all so stupid, he thought, squeezing the diamond. What was the fucking point of it all if your life could be snuffed out like a cheap birthday candle the second a genie showed up on your doorstep? He was dead–had been for weeks–but hadn’t even known until two hours ago? What kind of life was that?

God would tear off their skirt, revealing a throbbing purple dick, hard as a rock, yet bone-dry, and the Pile would be rough and waiting and ready. He remembered when the Professor came on via the hologram, not sounding quite like himself, but looking familiar enough to comfort the grief-stricken funeral members. “Don’t forget to say your prayers,” the hologram had said, and the Pile’s diamond heart skipped a beat. 

“Dear God,” he whispered, touching himself. “If you were here, I’d ask you to plunge your cock into my rock-hard body. I’d wrap myself around your soft purple flesh and put my sharpest stones into the crack of your ass.” The Pile of Diamonds wondered what it would sound like to hear God moan, whether it would be weak under the weight of godly responsibilities, or fueled by the power of their loyal worshippers. “Dear–dear God– ”

He came with a fractured cry, imagining God listing his mortal sins in French (everything’s sexier in fucking French), then licked his hand clean with a tongue the color of water, wishing it were God’s tongue flicking between his diamonds rather than his. It was silent in the bedroom, after his shout has ebbed into the past, and it felt harder to picture God now, though he still wished that they were here. If he just closed his eyes—

There was the click of a door being opened and the Pile’s eyes flew open. In walked God. They looked just like the Pile had imagined, only moreso. Their one eye was larger than ever, surrounded by long orange fluff that curled up to the ceiling, as though the Heavenly draw of God was so strong as to inspire an upward pull of every part of them. 

“I heard your prayers, dingleberry,” they said. “And I felt like answering.”

God assessed the watchful crowd. “Hi folks! It’s me, God.” As if that weren’t obvious already. The Pile of Diamonds couldn’t look away. “You know, there’s been a lot of rumors and confusion swirling around the lore of this corner of the universe. So maybe I can set some things straight for you all. As anthropomorphized puppets, you’ve all got the ~approximation~ of souls. Certainly more than a doll, but less than a human person. In a sense, you have no free will, being puppets. But if you had NO soul, you wouldn’t be here in this purgatory in the form of the Wondrium Arena!” There was another wave of confusion, and Santa’s Bones spoke up, saying what everyone was thinking. “Purgatory? So we’re all dead? I thought this was The Professor’s funeral?” God continued nonchalantly. “Yeah, don’t you remember? The genie killed all of you at that fake party he threw! Or at least he removed your sorta-souls from the pile of junk you were animating.”

The Pile of Diamonds gulped and sank back onto his bed. Despite cumming only moments earlier, he felt that familiar desire tug at the pit of his central. “You heard my prayers,” he said. 

God sat down on the bed. “Turns out telling a theater full of puppets they’re dead really can get you in the mood.” They found an especially sharp diamond through the thin blanket. “Up my ass, you said? I could get behind that. Or on that, really.” They laughed at their own joke while wrapping a long hand around each sharp little diamond, one after another, slowly feeling each one’s different edges. It was uncomfortably hot. 

“So,” they said, and looked at him under a veil of eyelashes. “Tell me what you want.”

The Pile of Diamonds moved towards God. Ordinarily, a question like this would leave his mind blank, but there was an innate strength around God that made him begin to feel strong too. Besides, he’d just spent quite some time thinking about all the things he wanted God to do to him. He had material enough for at least one orgasm each.

He thought about watching the Spool and the Beast of Gévaudan earlier. “I want you to open those curtains and pull up the window sash, so that everyone can hear us,” he said, pushing the covers off himself. God obliged, maintaining eye contact with the Pile the whole time. A cold breeze flooded the room with the window open, but the Pile hardly noticed. 

“And now I want you down here on the floor.” God lay down and licked their lips. “May I taste you, pretty diamond?” The Pile drew in a sharp breath, imagining God’s thin, dry tongue… But no. Not yet. He glanced at the clock on the wall. “It’s 11:59. If you can fuck me and get me off by the time the chruch bells strike midnight, you may eat me out tonight.” 

God growled. “I don’t know that I like you challenging me this way.” They tugged the diamonds down to them and pushed up their skirt. “You insult my abilities.” The Pile’s breath hitched, staring at God’s lips as they continued. “I’ll have you screaming my name in twenty seconds, tops. ‘Kay, dingbat?”

A tug, and the Pile fell onto God’s dry, hard dick. He nodded, almost delirious with want, and rolled his hips forward. God reached out to hold him in place, though. “I’m going to need a real answer, little fucking prince.”

“Yes, God,” the Pile whimpered, the imagined taste of God’s skin salty on his tongue. “Fuck me.”

God murmured appreciatively. “That’s more like it.” With extraordinary strength, they slid the Pile of Diamonds up and down their dick, leaning forward so they could shove their incredibly long and dexterous tongue into his mouth-adjacent hole, fucking down his throat and up his base at the same time. 

The Pile of Diamonds came just as the clock struck twelve with loud, reverberating chimes that shook him to the core. Hearing his own cries mix with the sounds of a mourning, yet lively Purgatory filled him with a feeling of forlorn pleasure.

He bit down sharp on God’s tongue. It didn’t bleed—it couldn’t. There wasn’t a drop of blood in God’s dry body. Still, they cried out into the Pile’s mouth, and he nearly came again just from the sound of it. The tongue became thin as wire and slipped out from between the Pile’s diamond teeth. 

“Don’t. Stop,” they said, their voice low and deadly. Wanton desire dripped from their dry lips and the Pile clenched around their dick, ready to give God everything he had, if only to hear their divine cries. 

“Oh, God, do you want me?” he whispered breathily into God’s felt ear canal. He was on top of the world, full of confidence and hoping to soon be full of God’s cum. “Do you want to fall apart inside me, cut your dick open on my diamonds’ sharp, sharp edges?”

God pushed harder into the Pile. “I’m gonna goddamn fucking impale you for speaking to me with such insolence,” they growl into the Pile, who was shaking now from the overstimulation. Again and again, their dick hit that central diamond, as God chased their pleasure and drove the Pile absolutely crazy. He couldn’t stop talking if he tried. 

“ Mmm , yeah, hurt me real bad, God,” he moaned. “Won’t–won’t make a fucking difference. I’m dead anyway!” He let out a peal of manic laughter and bit down hard on God’s shoulder. They cried out even louder, no doubt drawing the attention of some puppets out the still-open window. 

“ Disrespectful, ” God hissed with all the authoritarian disappointment of, well, a god. They thrust faster into the Pile, though, and tilted into them even farther. The Pile grinned. So, God liked it dirty. 

“Or maybe I should hurt you, yeah?” His diamonds started to envelope God, scraping along their purple skin like an oozing swamp taking its next victim. “You told me I was dead, but I get to send you to Hell. Feel it, God. Feel the fire in my loins, the fires of Hell licking at your holy feet.”

God wasn’t done yet, but they were getting close, so close. The Pile could see it in the shine of their eye, the way it was rolling, back, baaack –

The Pile of Diamonds pushed God off of them, onto the bed. Maybe it was the post-nut clarity (as the Beef Boy had put it), or maybe being with God in the Biblical sense had just fucking uprooted something in him, but he had a plan now. 

God made a guttural groan, filthy and frustrated and utterly holy, but they didn’t push back. The Pile took his time, but not too much, since he, too, was now tense with desire. He watched God lick their dry lips at the sight of the Pile of Diamonds above them, dominating them. 

“You made me cum as the clock struck midnight,” the Pile said. “I daresay you’ve earned your reward.”

“Have I, now?” God teased him, but their voice was raw with want. 

“You may eat me out, O Lord Almighty. Perhaps you’ll cum from getting me off alone and I’ll see you spill over so beautifully…” 

It was really more of a slither than anything else when the Pile of Diamonds walked, or stalked, or ran. He’d click and squirm across any given surface, and, though it was sufficient, he’d never thought it particularly arousing. By the way God’s looking at him, though, the Pile could have been a sexy seductress from a human movie, wearing fishnets and skinny heels, a gun clenched between his teeth. 

“Get over here,” God said, the command dripping easily off their tongue. The Pile obliged, but was slow about it, reminding God who was really in charge. Or perhaps God was the one in charge now? The Pile had lost track, and, frankly, he was too horny to care. 

He made sure to brush against God’s dick as he made his way to sit on the windowsill. It made them both quiver and the Pile couldn’t tear his gaze away. God’s dick was long and thin, hard enough to cut cheese. The Pile felt delirious as he imagined watching God cum and it took every ounce of self restraint not to reach out and do the job himself. 

God knelt on the shitty hotel carpet so that their head was level with the the bottom of the Pile. “Pretty, pretty, pretty,” they murmured, gazing into the dizzying expanse of diamonds. As if testing the waters, they reached out their long tongue for a tentative lick at a small diamond perched at the edge of the Pile’s hole. The Pile shivered. God’s tongue was nothing like the wet, meaty things he’d seen on humans in Paris. Instead, it rolled out almost delicately, sparsely placed, yet bulging, glands making it look rhinestone studded as God’s intense arousal caused their body to defy it’s smooth nature. The Pile of Diamonds was dizzy in God’s haze and found himself leaning forward, nearly falling off the windowsill just to be close. “Ready?” 

“Oh, baby,” God moaned, as they stared into the Pile’s depths, sounding condescending, dirty, and surprisingly tender all at once. “You’ve got no fucking idea.”

When God plunged their tongue into the Pile of Diamonds, a filthy cry was punched out of him. He didn’t breathe, he saw nothing, heard nothing, every part of him had been drawn to the dusty, leaking tongue that slipped in and out and ah, fucking everywhere inside him. God chuckled, breathy yet suave, and the vibrations spread throughout the Pile’s aching, pleasure-addled body. He’d cum merely minutes ago, but it had already been too long. He wanted more, wanted everything God could give him.

What was it he’d said to God before? He might be dead, but he could send them to Hell?

God flicked their tongue and the Pile saw stars. Well fuck, he thought. I think I’m going to Heaven. 

God’s tongue kept unraveling–there seemed to be an endless supply of it rolled up inside them. The end of it continued to flit around inside the Pile, discovering new crevices, new dark, unexplored slivers of intense pleasure, but more and more a long section of their tongue was wrapping around the Pile’s central, most sensitive diamond. All over, the Pile was tingling–all over he felt it building up. He wasn’t himself anymore, and maybe he never had been anyone–any thing –at all. The magical energy that held him together–that made all these individual little parts of him a thing , a body –he could feel it shimmering. Not as though it was breaking, but as though it was about to be… over ridden . Something stronger than that force was coming along, something that would break him–literally–until the force gained control and he could be an anthropomorphic Pile of Diamonds again. 

He started to envelope God, giving in to the desire to let his shiny, priceless stones creep down around the purple head at his hole. This was nearly over and the Pile wanted to give this everything he had. God’s tongue tightened around his inner diamond, and he tightened his amoeba-like grasp on the divine being before him. He was so close…

An anonymous tumblr user asked, “What is the meaning of life?” during an “Answer Time” segment on the Watcher channel’s tumblr account. The Professor responded via video in front of the puppet theater where he gave his weekly lessons. “What is the meaning of life?” He laughed. “That’s a good question. God actually told me it the other day. They said not to tell. But–” the Professor laughed again, “oh my god. It’s so funny. Like, they–” he chuckles, “that guy. It’s not at all what you’d think. Man, that guy is messed up. I mean, they made the Joker movie. So, they’re pretty cracked. And they’ve got a pretty twisted sense of humor. But yeah. I don’t know, maybe they’ll show up later in the season and tell you. I don’t know. They’re pretty tight-lipped. But, oh my god, it is so funny, you guys.” He laughed again for a prolonged period of time. “Oh, man.”

God pulled out with a hysterical laugh, reeling in their tongue like it was nothing more than a fishing line. The Pile, still shuddering from what had almost, almost been the dirtiest, loudest orgasm of his pseudo-life, could hardly talk.

“Wh–you bitch !” He shouted out, and gripped the window sill, just to hold onto fucking anything at this point. “You–I was almost–”

“You’re so dramatic! ” God collapsed into the Pile, breathing heavily. The Pile noticed with something like pride that their erection had not lessened one bit. 

He was still mad about the orgasm denial, though.

“Dramatic little French twink,” God continued in their rough, still aroused voice, “and yet you’re fucking me !” They laughed again, this time staring straight into the Pile’s eyes. “You say you’re dead, dingleberry.” Their eye had never looked so big and dark, their orange fluff so alluring. 

So that was where they were going. “You fucking told me I’m dead.” The Pile let his anger seep into the desire that still simmered inside him. He tumbled down from the window and stalked away from God. “Don’t call me dramatic when you take the meaning out of my existence and then leave me hanging in the middle of pity sex, or whatever the fuck this is.”

The Pile gasped, then, because God’s hand was making its way through the mess of diamonds to his core. They looked at him nonchalantly. “This okay, dipshit?” they asked under a hooded purple eyelid. 

Mute, the Pile nodded, and collapsed onto the hotel bed. God followed, continuing to finger them. Through the still open window, he could see into the clear night, the street below looking almost beautiful in the warm light of a street lamp. For whatever reason, this Wondrium-themed Purgatory had recently acquired several moons that now lazily roamed around the sky, wide and full as the eyes of an owl. It felt– important , somehow, in a way that it hadn’t when he’d walked back from the Wondrium Arena, thinking about the Professor and his own newly discovered doom. 

God’s hand continued to roam upward, expertly fingering the Pile of Diamonds in a meandering circle, closer and closer, but never quite touching the central diamond.

“You like being in control, don’t you?” was the first thing God said to him after a long moment. 

The Pile couldn’t speak, could barely move. “I–”

God laughed dryly and their feather-light strokes inside the Pile shuddered briefly, like a butterfly in the wind. “You insist on being cold and alone with your grief, getting off to the idea of some omniscient presence, something with all the knowledge and all the power in the universe, bowing to no one but you.” At that, God finally took hold of the central diamond, holding it loosely in their hand. The Pile shook at every tiny shiver of God’s hand. 

The corner of their mouth quirked up. “You want me to fuck you up, just so you can get me back even worse.” Gently, almost imperceptibly, God began to stroke the diamond with one finger, and the Pile nearly blacked out. “Because you refuse to trust anybody. You say the best gift that can be given is fucking money, because you’ve never genuinely connected with anyone. It hardly matters to you whether you have a soul, because you weren’t using yours anyway.”

Anger and shame began to spark in the Pile, but he refused to let God know that they were right. “That’s-that’s not fair,” he retorted, struggling to speak as God quickened the pace of their strokes. “I like Kate Peterman.”

God rolled their eyes. “Everyone fucking likes her, she’s an angel. Literally.” God made a sour face. “If she ever ate those magical puppet jellybeans, like she was supposed to, she’d be my employee. Stupid Professor, always three steps ahead of me–he knew and made sure to give her store-bought ones. He was such a smartass.” They shook their head, and slowed their stroking on the diamond. The Pile whimpered. “Point is–she doesn’t count. You knew her through the show, you weren’t friends. You weren’t even close with the Professor.” God withdrew their hand from the central diamond, ignoring the Pile’s cries from the loss of contact. They licked their fingers, eye somewhat crazed as though they were addicted to the bitter mineral taste of the diamond. “And now here you are, dead, alone, and lost.”

God sat back on their haunches, watching the Pile writhe and tremble from being so close to orgasm. They wrapped a hand around their own achingly hard dick and began to touch themself, orange eyelashes fluttering at the sensation. They whispered, rough and aroused, yet sickly pleased at the Pile’s discomfort. “What a fucking pity.”

As they touched themself, though, something happened. They were beginning to lose control, nearly about to spill over from the arousal that had been building up all night, when, suddenly, the magic in the air that had always surrounded God, their ethereal command, began to…slip. The Pile couldn’t really explain it beyond that. What had once been there, unquestioned, as a natural godly aura, simply wasn’t . 

Almost as if it had been an illusion all along, let go of and forgotten about in the face of pure confidence.

In that moment, the Pile of Diamonds realized just how vulnerable God actually was. He felt a sense of peace wash over him as he finally put everything together–every inconsistency and weird tid bit. They weren’t so different, after all.

And, oddly, the Pile didn’t like them any less. 

“You know, in a way you’ve done me a favour,” he said beginning to crawl towards God. “Coming here to mess with me, to punish me, you’ve only shown me how lonely you are.”

God snorted, bored and uncaring. “Insolent fuck, you think I’m lonely?”

“Maybe I get off to the idea of power and connection, but you’re getting off to me, aren’t you? And you came here because you thought I was the same as you. By conquering me, you’d conquer yourself.”

God raised their eyebrow. “Unless this is some nice, dirty proceeding to you sucking me off, you’re out of line, dingbat.”

The Pile slowly removed God’s hand from their dick and stared into their giant eye. “Taste me, will you? I know you want to. I know you want me. ”

God looked overwhelmed at the thought of it and their gaze was hot and wet on the Pile’s lower diamonds. Their dick twitched. Still, they shook their head, stubborn.

Undeterred, the Pile shrugged. “Looks like I’ll have to get myself off, then. You be good, though, watching me–‘cause I know you’ll be watching me. You don’t get to cum until I do.” The Pile smirked, watching fury and lust battle behind God’s eye. They said nothing, but the Pile leaned back, confident they weren’t going anywhere, and found his central diamond. He let the warm buzz at his core take over as he squeezed his body around it, hard edges becoming soft and pliant as he touched himself. 

He looked up and saw that God was obeying him. They were on their knees opposite him, hands framing their dick as they gripped their thighs. “The way you looked at me earlier,” the Pile said to them, “that was real, not just some manipulation, or whatever it is you’re telling yourself. You wanted more than to just get off watching me squirm.”

The Pile imagined God’s tongue inside him as he sank a hand-adjacent clump of diamonds into his core. Pity he’d never get to feel that long, thin tongue again. The thought of it made him dizzy with want. He pushed past it. “Y’know, Chistianity might have some weird shit going on, but they also have this… idea, this belief that drives everything else.” He shrugged. “I means some of them do. There’s also a bunch of absolutely insane branches that I don’t even know about. Point is, though. There’s this idea that God loves their people, that God made this world for them.”

The Pile looked at God, suddenly so vulnerable and small, really just another puppet. “And you did , didn’t you? Or you would’ve if you’d actually been around .” God’s eyes snapped open. 

“But you played the role. Even when you made the shittiest, sickest stuff, you loved your people. You were good at your job, mostly,” the Pile murmured breathily–he was getting close. “You thought you were real , so you didn’t even bother with all that genie crap. A genie can’t kill a god. ” He opened his eyes carefully, watching God’s beautiful fuchsia face. “But that’s not quite right, is it? You’re dead, too.”

“Liar,” God said through gritted teeth. The Pile grinned, feeling a little crazed. He held his central diamond a little more loosely–he wanted to make this last.

“ That’s why you’re here , O Lord Almighty. Not to keep an eye on us, or to explain our souls, or be a good Christian, but because you have nowhere else to be. ‘Cause the Professor made you , too, right? He brought you to pseudo-life from a piece of religious art back in France during the Dancing Plague. So, you are God…but God isn’t you.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

The Pile answered God’s gaze with his own, intense and aroused, yet unhurried. “ Make me.”

So, God crawled forward, groaning deliciously when the head of their dick brushed against the bedclothes. The Pile opened his leg-adjacent diamond clumps slowly, giving God time to change their mind, although they both knew full well how the next few minutes were going to go. 

Without warning, God took the Pile’s central diamond in their mouth and began to suck. The Pile cried out, diamonds enveloping God like a pricey avalanche. God hummed, some of their cockiness returning, and moved as if to pull away, but the Pile gripped them tight with his appendages. 

“Don’t you dare stop,” he growled, seeing stars. Then, remembering himself, he loosened his hold. “I mean, unless you want to– ahhhhh. ” God’s tongue writhed through the Pile’s innards. “Thought you said you’d shut up ,” they muttered into the hard, wet rocks. 

“I–” breathlessly, the Pile tried to remember what they’d been saying in the first place, fuck , he struggled to remember anything that anyone had said ever , God’s tongue working him into a pliant stupor. But no, that wasn’t what he wanted. He pulled himself together. “I never got to make my point, you shit.” He found a point on the ceiling and focused. God’s tongue went deeper. “I was wrong ,” he said. 

“Shocking,” God practically growled, and the Pile was sent reeling from the vibrations. 

“It’s not pointless ,” he pushed on. “None of this is pointless. Just because we’re dead doesn’t mean we can’t–we can’t live .”

God, it seemed, had memorized all of the Pile’s most sensitive bits, and sent their tongue exploring each one of them. The Pile shouted, almost involuntarily thrusting foreward. Belatedly, he remembered something from earlier in the evening. I’d wrap myself around your soft purple flesh , he’d said, touching himself, and put my sharpest stones into the crack of your ass. He crushed into God’s head. “Tell me to stop,” he murmured, and sent a few diamonds roaming down God’s body to their ass. When one entered them, God moaned into the Pile’s core. 

He was so, so close, it was as though he was floating in a jar of honey. No more time, no more air, nothing but the sticky ooze of their bodies together. “Come on, ” he cried through gritted teeth, fucking into God’s face, their tongue, their loose, dry ass. “Come– fuck. ” The Pile of Diamonds came with a noise that shook through their entire body, splitting them into hundreds of separate, tiny diamonds that spilled all over the room. Once a dull hotel room, the place positively glittered from the slick diamonds. 

God opened their eyes and looked around the room, then spat out the wettest diamond of them all. It sat in their hand, plain and unassuming. They simply looked.

“Put it on your dick.” a rough voice said, surrounding them. “Let me keep talking and I’ll make it vibrate.”

God obeyed the Pile and lay down on the bed. They held the diamond in their fist and began to fuck into it. As promised, it began to tingle a little.

“Don’t worry, it does more.” The Pile’s voice was closer now, as he started closing in around his core and, therefore, God.

God fucked the diamond for a little longer. They were already so hard and ready, they’d been ready for fucking hours at this point.

The Pile kept talking. “We can be cynical as – ah –” they sighed at the overstimulation as their diamond was fucked against so soon after his orgasm, “fucking, hateful , we can be–but the world isn’t over. There’s still– our world isn’t over. We can–”

“What happened to being bored and cold?” God grunted in annoyance. “This isn’t a fucking support group.”

“There’s still fancy shoes and crime dramas and kids who pick rubber bands off the sidewalk so they wont be digested by birds–”

“--what kind of dumbass –”

“ You dumbass– come on. There’s still jewelry and sex , there’s still a street outside the window and a sun in the sky–actually quite a few suns, last I checked–”

“Shut. Up.”

“We’re alive. ”

“No! We’re not!”

“But does it actually matter? I mean, so what if we’re dead? I’ve don’t feel dead–fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this alive .”

“Being alive is overrated,” God said with a growl. “You wake up and you eat and shit and go to sleep and do it all over again. You should be glad you’re dead. Can finally fucking–lock yourself up and be fancy for all eternity.”

“You told me– you fucking told me that I’d never had genuine connection with another soul. Well. Now, I’ve had one. ”

“What?”

“With you. And you– ”

“Oh don’t bring me into this fucking meaning of life shit–”

“Dead, alive, kidnapped by aliens, it doesn’t fucking matter. We can still do this! We can still, yknow, be. A corpse fucking me like you did–well that’s an image–”

God cut him off with loud, desperate groan. “Fucking fascinating, now buzz harder , dammit, before my dick falls off –”

“Patience.” The Pile’s voice was now barely a whisper, but God could hear every word like it was bellowed through a megaphone. “At least admit you’ve enjoyed this.”

“I–”

“Look at you. So pretty, rubbing yourself on my rock. Oh, you love this.”

Suddenly, the vibration changed to something strong and pulsing. God made a sound like an eighteenth-century horse and carriage crashing into a brick wall and finally, finally came. Dust spilled, practically exploded, from the tip of their dick, coating the diamonds and settling deep into even the smallest of grooves. It got in the bed clothes, on the floor, in their own soft fur, even in their eyelashes. 

“Fucking hell ,” God moaned, collapsing onto their back with their still-pulsing dick in the palm of their hand. “That was– mmmmm .” God licked a sheen of dust from the core diamond, then placed it gently back on the bed. “You can come back, or whatever. I guess.”

The Pile of Diamonds consolidated, albeit loosely, and reclined beside them. “ Not fair, you putting your tongue on me. I nearly came a fourth time tonight , I’m going to sleep for a week,” he said.

“I mean, it was pretty fucking good.” Idly, God wondered if they might be invited to that week-long sleeping session, then, of course, dismissed the thought as fucking ridiculous. 

“I think we broke time,” the Pile said. suddenly. 

“What?”

The two of them looked out the window, still flung open from earlier when that’s where the Pile had been sitting. Everything was frozen in an eerie stillness. Trees with falling leaves looking like hanging mobiles, leaves sitting contentedly in midair. A rare bird (why was a bird in purgatory anyways?) had paused mid flutter, still staring ahead, pissed at missing its bird meeting or whatever. Point being, it was fucking freaky. 

“You think we – we did that?” God’s voice was shakier than they would’ve liked. They gripped the windowsill.

The Pile of Diamonds did the closest thing to shrugging that he could–a kind of ripple throughout his body. “When I’m in that kind of state–” he gestured to the floor where he’d recently been a puddle, “–I can see much more. Pretty much anything I want. It’s like–like it get bigger, but I don’t really have a body. Just a lot of little feeling cells that get flung all over the place.”

“Are you sure you’re not some kind of god?” God’s tone was light, but part of them seethed with jealousy. What they wouldn’t give to have power like that. 

The Pile ignored them. “I could see everything stop, right as you–” 

A crash echoed throughout the purgatory as a flash of purple cut across the sky like lightning. The Pile of Diamonds and God turned to one another in horror as the genie’s musical laughter filled fell from the clouds, screams already peppering the night air. 

The purple lightening had formed a crack in the sky. It spread wider and wider and then a massive indigo hand descended into Purgatory. 

At some point, God and the Pile had fallen into each other and begun to embrace. They noticed now, but didn’t stop. Oh, if the Professor could fucking see them now. 

“Loyal subjectsssss…” the genie hisses from above, hands tearing the crack wider until his garish blue head was staring down at the streets and hotel. More screams. Eveidently, then, it was only time that had been frozen and not the puppets themselves. The genie had been watching them. The genie had timed this. 

“We’re dead , what the hell does he want?” the Pile murmured to God. They were about to reply that they had no fucking clue, when they suddenly remembered something, an email they’d been cc’d on between Death and the Devil, neither of whom knew God’s true origins. Something extra about the Purgatory, or “holding cell” as they described it, that would help them because–

Fuck.

“There’s, uh. There’s a chance , that we actually aren’t dead,” they whispered to the Pile, who whipped around so fast that a stray diamond nearly went into God’s eye.

“What?”

There was another crash from outside as the genie walked his fingers through the town like they were legs, crashing through any buildings that got in the way. “Children of the esssteemed ‘jelly-bean king…’”

“I swear , I didn’t know, just let me expl–”

“Are you kidding me ?” 

The building suddenly shook and God crushed to the floor, pulling the Pile with them. “Mother of–stay down, dingbat, look , the point is I think we might be– FUCK. ”

“Get ready for your new fates…in the genie dimension.”

In one swift motion the Wondrium Hotel was yanked up from the ground, ripped through the cloudy sky, and brought level to the genie’s face. “You’re all mine now,” the genie grinned in his creepy way. “The Professor’s singing atrocities. Poor thing underestimated what an upstanding fucking gentleman like Death would do in exchange for his most wild of wishes.” Peering through the window at them with a kohl-smeared eye, the genie licked his lips. 

“Come on, now, children. Come to Daddy.”

link to the PH Holiday Spectacular: https://youtu.be/z2mZaX1cHDc link to the Watcher tumblr post i mentioned: https://www.google.com/url?q=https://wearewatcher.tumblr.com/post/646015826510675968/whats-the-meaning-of-life&sa=D&source=docs&ust=1664625480967436&usg=AOvVaw2IpXT1ktOINBTOrnScesQ2

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[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Words: 6,188 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: Alexandria, pre-Negan + flashbacks in other eras Warnings: language, fear and anxiety, mention of fear of heights Summary: Y/N and Daryl head out on the run for the requested medical supplies. Things are tense, but possibly about to get worse... This part is written in Daryl's POV!

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“I ain’t waitin’. I got a whiff of him and I gotta go before it disappears.”

“Daryl, are you sure about this?” Carol pressed him, creases from worry between her eyebrows. “Are you sure you’ve really thought this through?”

“What is there to think through? If he finds her again, he’ll kill her. And I ain’t waitin’ around for that to happen.” The archer was a blur of activity, gathering his gear and shoving it into his pack.

“I think you need to talk to her about this,” Carol insisted, relinquishing her hold on his poncho somewhat unwillingly as Daryl pulled it from her hands.

He shook his head. “Nah. Ya know she’ll want to be there and I can’t risk that…” he trailed off. “I can’t risk—can’t risk that.”

A thick silence stretched for a moment and Carol wrung her hands. “Well, what are you going to tell her?”

He paused, his hands on the clasp of his pack. “I ain’t tellin’ her anythin’. I’ll leave before its light tomorrow. By the time everyone is up, I’ll be gone.”

“What am I supposed to tell her then? When she inevitably asks?” Carol pressed him. “You want me to lie to her too?”

“I ain’t lyin’,” Daryl snapped. “‘M just not—not tellin’ her everythin’. ‘M ending this so she can move on.”

Carol’s jaw tensed. “It feels like a lie.”

“Just tell her I went north. To see what I could see. Lookin’ for supplies,” he drawled, setting his pack and crossbow on the ground beside his bed. “I don’t know.”

Carol sighed heavily and shook her head as he straightened up. “I don’t think this is—”

“Look, tell her whatever ya want. Just wait until ‘m gone. This is happenin’. It’ll be done. S’gonna be over with. For good.”

She shook her head and gave him a long look before crossing his cell and gently clasping his shoulder. “Be careful. I mean it,” she said, surrendering to the fact that there would be no changing his mind. He nodded, pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth for a moment.

“I will.”

Carol gave him one last look full of anxiety and left him.

* * *

I hardly slept. Maybe caught 20 minutes here and 15 minutes there. Anxiety about the run—that’s all it was. At least, that’s what I kept tellin’ myself. Wanderin’ into a hospital was about the dumbest shit we could do. They always promised to be loaded with unexpected bullshit and floods of undead assholes. But lyin’ flat on my back in the dark, I knew deep down it had a helluva lot more to do with her than it had to do with the run. I was tryin’ to remember the last time I’d spent more than ten minutes alone with her and it left me with a feelin’ like somebody had dropped a damn lead weight onto my chest. I turned over in bed in an attempt to throw it off, but it still sat there on my lungs. I knew exactly when we’d last been alone for longer than a few minutes. Of course I fuckin’ knew. It was burned into my goddamn memory.

But it wasn’t doin’ me a lick of good to think on it so I pushed it away and waited for the clock beside me to read 5:15 before I climbed out of bed. My gear was all waitin’ ready, except for pickin’ up a gun on the way out. I half-expected to run into her in the armory, but it was dark and empty when I grabbed a handgun and some ammo. It felt like a lonely walk to Aaron’s, up the empty street, dew heavy on the grass, and my bootsteps echoing loudly off the dark rows’a houses. I never feel right in here… with the square little lawns and lights on by the front doors. It just felt fake, like somebody had built paper houses and was plannin’ to light ‘em up to burn any minute. I couldn’t feel settled. I just felt… lost. Outta place. Like I didn’t belong.

I’d gotten rid of that feelin’ once… My mind drifted back to her like it always did. It was like I didn’t have no damn control over my own mind. She’d been the one who’d made me feel like I belonged. But now? Fuck. I’m doin’ it again. Focus, dumbass.

She wasn’t waitin’ by my bike either, so I rode up to the gate. As the lookout platform came into view, I caught sight of her climbing down, followed by Gabriel. Her pack was slung on her back, a shotgun hanging at her side and her favorite pistol in a holster on her thigh. I found myself chewing the inside of my cheek. Nerves. Anxiety. This was gonna be a long fuckin’ day.

“I’ve got the gate,” Gabriel said, heading for the latch. She wandered over and I felt a jolt when she met my eyes. I nudged my nose up in a nod, but she just looked back at me with that same stony expression. Unreadable. It always seemed like I never saw her smile anymore. Maybe she did, just not around me. I got that blank look or a glare that I probably deserved…

“Were ya on watch?” I asked, curious why she wouldn’ta gotten rid of her shift in favor of sleep, knowing we’d be heading out on a run early.

“No,” she said simply. No extra info. Typical. Why waste more on me when one word would do? She didn’t owe me nothin’. And she knew it. I swallowed my other questions and leaned forward on my bike so she could climb on. I felt her settle in behind me and glanced over my shoulder at her. She caught my eyes for a brief moment before looking away, down toward the ground. That was typical too. It was like she just couldn’t look at me. Felt like somebody twisted a blade in my chest every time she dodged me like that. And yet I couldn’t get enough of her, even if she was purposely a giant pain in the ass most of the damn time… I still felt like she was a mirage in a desert. A mouthful of cool water in a drought. Food for a starvin’ man.

Gabriel was waiting with the gate open, so I revved the bike to life again. Her arms wrapped around my waist to hold on and for a second I thought I felt her cheek press against the back of my shoulder, but I knew I must have imagined it. My heart was racing as we pulled out. I was more anxious than I had been all night. The thoughts rushing through my head moved so fast I couldn’t even focus on any of them.

Gabriel yelled at us to be safe as we moved through, kickin’ dust up that left a glowing red cloud behind from the reflection of the taillights. The ride to the city was smooth. We made good time, luckily only passing lone walkers or small herds that were easy to avoid. Around the curves, for a brief moment, she’d hold tighter to me and lean into the turns like I’d taught her in what felt like another fuckin’ lifetime. Each corner I could feel every individual fingertip pressing into my waist or stomach. It was always followed by a sudden wash of heat like somebody had shoved me in a shower with the temperature all the way up. I couldn’t control it. Didn’t matter how hard I tried to ignore the feelin’ of being so damn close against each other…

I slowed down as we neared the hospital. Cars sat rusting in gridlocked traffic, tires long gone, frozen in time—same place they were when everythin’ shut the fuck down. I slowed my bike to roll over some debris and hit a chunk of concrete a little harder than I meant to. Her arms tightened around me reflexively at the jolt before loosening again the next second. My heart jolted at the same time. That feeling… of her clinging onto me for safety—but fuck. Let’s not make it out to be more than it is, dumbass. I turned toward my left shoulder. “Sorry,” I murmured. She didn’t say anything back, just shifted in her place behind me, puttin’ an inch more space back between us. The hospital came into view ahead, tall over everything else on the block.

She tapped my arm and I turned so I could hear her over the engine. “We should park. Sound of the bike,” she said. I knew what she was thinkin’. Any walkers or people anywhere around would hear us. I turned down a side street and parked in a loading dock bay. She climbed off about as damn fast as she could. Kicking the kickstand out and swinging my leg over, she was already walking back toward the corner of the building to look down the street.

“Hold up,” I called after her. I still had to get my gear off the back. She either didn’t hear me or didn’t give a shit and I found myself gritting my teeth. But when I rushed around the corner, I nearly collided with her. She did wait. She was leaned up against the brick, her shotgun in her hands, staring ahead at the looming building.

She straightened up as I stopped beside her and we started windin’ our way down the last couple blocks, keepin’ to the shadows of the buildings, stayin’ in cover as best we could. Even so, I couldn’t help glancin’ up at the endless windows, too many high points. All it would take is one asshole with a rifle and a scope... My hands started to sweat as I gripped my crossbow. I glanced at her, but she was as stony-faced as ever. “C’mon,” I said, quickening my stride. “I wanna get the hell off this street.”

I heard her let out a small scoff behind me. “Yeah, you’re the only one worried about being out here,” she murmured. My teeth clenched again but I did my best to ignore it. There was no point gettin’ riled up this early in the day. We still had a lot of fuckin’ work to do. We reached a set of double doors on the side of the hospital, but one glance inside showed they were well barricaded. I stood there rubbing a hand over the stubble on my face. “S’try the south door,” I drawled. To my surprise, she didn’t argue. But that side was a fuckin’ bust too. “Shit,” I spat out. There was a tall cabinet blocking the entrance.

“Good call,” she said sarcastically.

I shot her a glare. And this time when I bit my cheek, I tasted blood. “Ya got a better fuckin’ idea? Huh?” I challenged her.

She rolled her eyes, studying the door for a moment. There was a large glass pane above it that was broken out and I saw her eyes lock in on it. “Boost me up there,” she said, inclining her chin to indicate the window.

Did she want to go in alone? Well, that sure as shit wasn’t fuckin’ happenin’. “Like hell,” I growled back. She rolled her eyes again.

“Just boost me through and I’ll get the door open. I’ll let you in.”

Now it was my turn to scoff. “Ya gonna move that cabinet? By yerself?” I asked skeptically. The muscle in her jaw tensed.

“I don’t have to move it far. Just enough to let you squeeze in. And you can help from the outside.”

I pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth. I didn’t like the idea. I paced a tight circle, thinkin’, as she shifted impatiently beside me. “What if ya get in there and there are walkers? Huh? We can’t see shit down the hall.”

“I’ll be quiet. Come on. We haven’t got all fucking day and we’re sitting ducks out here. Unless you’ve come up with something better—”

I didn’t like it, but she was right. Shit. “Fine,” I interrupted. She leaned her shotgun up against the wall as I set my back against the door, fingers locked together and hands low at my bent knee. “C’mon. Gimme yer foot.”

She seemed to hesitate and I wondered if she was having second thoughts, but the next moment she stepped close in front of me and her hands came to my shoulders. “Ready?” I asked. Her face was maybe six inches from mine, her hands light. I started to feel warm again, a flush of heat across the back of my neck that started spillin’ into my chest. I could see every fleck of color in her eyes, the upturned curve of her eyelashes, that little scar on her chin... Fuck. Focus.

“Ready.” She planted her boot in my hands and I boosted her up so she could grab the window edge. The tinkling of glass dropping in was all I could hear for a moment, and then her weight disappeared from my hands. Spinning around, I watched her pull herself through onto the top of the cabinet. She stayed perched there for a moment, glancin’ behind her, scoutin’ the hallway, before she dropped to her feet lightly. She made it look easy. Graceful.

I couldn’t stand still, constantly shifting my weight. I watched her face tighten as she wedged her shoulder into the cabinet, using all her weight, and it started to move at an angle away from the door. I pushed in with my shoulder from the outside and we finally had enough space for me to slip through. I passed her shotgun through first before turnin’ sideways and slidin’ in. It was dark and completely silent except for the sound of our own breathin’. It felt stuffy inside, and I could vaguely smell somethin’ sharp like animal piss and a sickeningly sweet smell. Death. Decay. I paused to draw the string on my crossbow back, cocking it ready to fire, a bolt nestled in the flight groove.

She pulled her flashlight out from the side pocket of her pack and clicked it on, shining it partially up the hallway ahead. “Jesus…” Her boots crunched over broken glass. She adjusted the shoulder strap of her shotgun, her eyes fixed down the hall, following the moving beam of her light. “This place is a fucking wreck,” she whispered. In her distraction, her tone lacked the usual hostility or sarcasm.

“Somethin’ went down since we were last here,” I agreed. There was a lot more debris and furniture toppled over and strewn about. A lot of obstacles to a clean getaway if we had to make one. “Let’s just get this done and get the hell out.”

“What a unique idea…” she remarked over her shoulder. There it was. Damn sarcasm was back.

I couldn’t help rolling my eyes and movin’ past her so I was in the lead. I knew it would annoy her, but I secretly wanted to be the one in the line of fire if somethin’ was crooked. I headed for the stairwell, pullin’ my own flashlight out and shinin’ it inside before I tried the door. It looked clear. “Upper floors are more likely to have shit left. Let’s go.”

We moved in silence. I could feel her ghosting behind me the whole way, almost mimicking my movements. This was the first time the two of us had been alone on a run since… since I dun even know when. But despite it being so goddamn long, we weren’t out of step. Once we started movin’ it was like no damn time had passed. We fell right back into our old rhythm. I knew her and she knew me. We worked well together when she put aside her need to argue with everythin’ I said. It still felt like we each knew what the other was thinkin’. Not that I expected this run would magically make working together bearable again for good, or solve anything, but at least we could if we had to. I also now was realizin’ this whole thing was probably orchestrated by Rick. Did Denise really need the supplies? Sure. But did it have to be Y/N and I gettin’ ‘em? Alone? Fuck no. I dunno exactly what he was hopin’ for but I’m pretty sure he’ll be disappointed…

Moving steadily upwards, we had most of the supplies on the list, plus plenty of extra finds, but I was growing more and more uneasy as we went on. We hadn’t run into a single fucking walker yet, and to me that meant they were probably herded up in a massive hoard somewhere. It felt like a matter of time before we found them or they found us. I could sense Y/N’s tension risin’ again too. She was more fidgety, more careful about each step she took. I found myself frequently sweeping my eyes back behind us to make sure nothin’ was lurking just outta the flashlight beams. There were the usual signs of walkers nearby; smears of blood on the floor and walls, that fuckin’ smell ya could never get outta yer nose, even chunks of flesh from the rottin’ fuckers. But we still hadn’t seen one, and I was fuckin’ worried.

“Almost got everything,” Y/N whispered to me, shoving a couple more bottles into her pack. “We just need to find the CPAP machine,” she murmured, staring down at the list. “I don’t have a fucking clue what the hell that looks like.” She glanced over at me, one of her eyebrows quirked in a question and I realized she was waitin’ for some kinda response.

“What? Yer lookin’ at me? I ain’t got a goddamn clue what the hell that even is,” I said gruffly. Shit. I saw it. Just for a second, but one corner of her lips twitched up in a smile and I swear there was a spark in her eyes—like the ones I used to see in her all the time. My heart jumped and I tried my best to ignore it. She seemed to turn away, hidin’ her face right as I was puzzlin’ over it.

“Right… well, let’s try down the hall. There’s probably another supply closet at the other end,” she said, nudging her head toward the darkness ahead.

We made our way cautiously. I pushed into the lead again and was surprised when she didn’t argue. I tried every door handle but most of ‘em just led to empty or trashed patient rooms. I caught her frozen in the doorway of one that had a massive bloodstain on the floor and spatter partially up the walls. Her eyes were wide and vacant, and I wondered what she was reliving. “Hey,” I said, just over her shoulder. She seemed to pull out of it abruptly and she turned away, moving on like nothin’ had happened. I let her go ahead, mainly so I could keep an eye on her for a minute and make sure she still had her head in the game, but I didn’t need to worry. Not about that anyway. She’d always been tough. She wasn’t shaken by shit easily. I knew that. And yet I still had this drive to want to protect her, even though she didn’t need it from me. And she definitely didn’t want it from me.

“Here,” she said suddenly, slinging her gun back on her shoulder and more fully opening the door to a small supply closet. There was hardly enough room for her to stand inside, so I posted up just behind her and strained my eyes and ears for anythin’. “It’s all electronic stuff,” she whispered, entirely focused at the task at hand. Her hands floated from one device to the next, illuminated by her flashlight. She was looking for some label or model number or somethin’ to tell her what they were. She bent down and grabbed some scattered papers from among the boxes on the floor. Swearing under her breath she held one up to the flashlight. “Of course the cover and all the useful shit in the front is torn off,” she muttered. She was bending down to grab another handful when there was some sudden, deep noise on the floor above us.

My heart seemed to stall out for a moment and she straightened up and froze, her eyes lifted toward the ceiling, lips partially parted. The sound seemed to reverberate through the building. I could feel it beneath my feet. It resonated through the walls. After a moment, I was looking at her and she glanced over and met my eyes, her eyebrows a little furrowed with worry.

“What the fuck was that?” she asked in a harsh whisper. I only shook my head. She gulped and refocused, shakin’ it off, focusing back on the papers. She was flipping page after page, scanning them as fast as she could.

I started to hear some more noises above us and then eventually spilling toward the other end of the hall. My grip on my crossbow tightened. “We need to move,” I said, keeping my voice low.

She was still intensely focused on the manual in her hands. “Just gimme a minute…” she said vaguely.

I shifted, turning more toward the far end of the hallway, straining my hearing. There was more clattering above us. “We might not have another damn minute.”

“Just—hold on—”

Fuck. I stood frozen for a moment as a herd of walkers started to spill out from the stairwell at the other end of the hallway and start toward us. “We ain’t got a minute, Y/N!” I urged in a harsh whisper. She didn’t seem to hear me.

There were more walkers than I could count. They hadn’t spotted us yet but I had to move fast, so I did the only damn thing I could think of and pushed her forward into the closet, pressing in after her and shutting the door as quietly as I could. I instinctively clicked my flashlight off and hurried to grab hers and do the same, plunging the two of us into darkness in that small space.

“Daryl, what the hell?!” she snapped at me. She’d been so focused she was completely oblivious to the mass of dead wandering our way. The goddamn closet was so small I had no choice but to be pressed into her… My heart started to pound and I think it had more to do with her against me than the undead assholes outside. I was sure she’d be able to feel it and prayed she’d just think it was adrenaline or somethin’. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

I shoved my hand over her mouth, all my patience gone. Did she really think I’d shoved her in a closet for the hell of it? “For once in yer goddamn life just shut up!” I growled in a low voice. She seemed to tense against me but in the quiet the sounds of the walkers outside the door were now easily heard above our ragged breathin’ and they were growing louder every second. I still had one hand over her mouth and the other clenching my crossbow at my side. She shifted against me and pulled my hand away. I could hear and feel her breathin’ pick up pace. I planted my palm on the wall behind her, next to her head, very aware of the growin’ heat pooling between the two of us where we were pressed together. The air felt suffocatin’. I started to worry the walkers outside the door would be able to hear my breathin’ I was so nervous. I wanted to shift, move away from her like I’m sure she wanted… I wanted to change positions and get my bow up, but it was impossible.

She didn’t seem to know where to put her arms within the tight, dark space. I couldn’t blame her. I was leaned in against her, sorta over her even. I felt her hand accidentally brush my arm and my body jolted a little at the contact, like some reflex I didn’t know I had. My teeth ground together. After that she seemed to settle away from me, into the wall behind her.

We had to just stay there, fuckin’ frozen, hardly room to breathe while the hoard passed by. Every once and a while, a body would thump hard against the door and I’d feel her flinch. I could feel sweat dripping down my neck and beading up on my face, my hair sticking to it. We were so close I could feel her breath against my skin when she faced toward me. I felt the rhythm of her breathin’. And I couldn’t ignore the fact that in that tiny ass closet, the only thing I could smell was the faint scent of her shampoo. I tried hard not to notice, but I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t try to put some name to the smell. Lavender? Not quite. Maybe more like rose? I dunno. And despite the possible death lurking just outside, I found it hard to focus on anythin' other than the feeling of her against me.

It felt like it took hours for the hoard to pass, but it was probably only ten minutes. But after the sounds drifted away we were still left with a big fuckin’ problem. They had to go somewhere, and my best guess was that they were travelin’ down.

It was so dark in there I couldn’t even tell if my fuckin’ eyes were open or closed, and it seemed to be makin’ it hard to think… Or maybe the angle of her one hip pressed into me was—fuck. Get it together, man… I fumbled for and clicked on my flashlight, findin' the two of us both wincin' at the sudden glare, noses almost touchin'. She was lookin’ up at me, her lips softly parted, her expression only full of concern for once, that little worry line she always gets near her eyebrow.

We both stayed like for a second. I guess just struck by actually seein’ how close we were in the sudden light, until finally she tore her eyes away and turned her head.

I tried to clear my throat, worried my voice was gonna come out soundin' strained or somethin’. “Uhh… sounded like they were goin’—”

“—down. Yeah,” she finished.

My eyes traced the angle of her jawline as she kept her face turned away from me. I heard the paper manual crinkle in her hand and groped for the doorknob behind me. “Yeah,” I agreed quietly. “So, we got a problem about gettin’ out.” My hand finally landed on the doorknob and I turned it and slowly opened the door on the hall, checking both directions carefully but also feelin’ like if I didn’t put some damn space between the two of us again I was about to explode. It looked clear and I stepped out. Glancin’ back, she still seemed frozen, up against the wall, her face turned away toward her shoulder so I couldn’t really get a read on her. “Hey. What is it?” I prompted her.

“Hmm?” She seemed to snap back to herself. “N—nothing…” She went back to searching the manual in her hand, like nothin’ had fuckin’ happened. Just one goddamn time I’d like to know what the fuck is goin’ on inside her head… But I ain’t got no right to that. She’s made that pretty fuckin’ clear.

It wasn’t the right manual or the right machine. But she went through two more until she found it. “Got it,” she announced, waving the paper at me before shoving it into her already full duffel bag. She seized a small machine from the shelf and started trying to rearrange items to make it fit in her pack.

“I got room,” I said, still nervously checkin’ over my shoulder. I thought I could hear the hoard moving below us, maybe two floors down.

“It’s fine. I can make it fit,” she said, jostling more stuff in her bag.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the damn thing from her, slinging my crossbow strap over my shoulder. “Ya’d really rather split yer pack at the seams than take any fuckin’ help from me,” I murmured. I didn’t wait for an answer. I didn’t need one…

She stepped out of the closet and I caught her wiping her forearm across her forehead. It left a smear of dirt near her hairline. I had to pull myself back to the present. “So, how are we getting out of here?” she asked, adjusting her pack and the duffel bag strap on her shoulder.

I glanced at her, knowing she wasn’t gonna like my idea.

She rolled her eyes. “Well, you’ve obviously got something. Just get on with it.”

“Fire escape,” I said.

I watched the muscle in her jaw twitch as he jaw clenched. “Fuckin’ great…”

“Unless ya got somethin’ else—”

“You know I don’t,” she snapped back at me. She wiped a hand across her forehead again, swiping away fresh drops of sweat. “It’s—” She cut herself off. “Let’s just go,” she sighed, defeated.

I looked at her for a second more, trying to gauge just how freaked out she was, but it didn’t seem to matter. We didn’t have any other options.

“Let’s go,” she snapped again. “Before I change my mind about being able to handle this.”

“It ain’t—”

She squeezed her eyes shut and I watched her body tense. “I swear to god, Dixon, if you say ‘It ain’t that bad’ or ‘It ain’t that high’ right now, I will lose my shit and attract every fucking walker in this goddamn building. I don’t even give a fuck.” Her jaw muscle twitched.

I couldn’t help letting out a sigh that was more of a growl than anything but then I turned and headed for the window a couple doors down that I’d noticed was busted out. Leaning through, I scanned the outside of the building for a fire escape. Nothing on that side.

“It’s probably around the other side. Let’s try the end of the hall,” she suggested. Her boots stayed rooted to the floor and I glanced at her again. She caught my eyes and must have read the concern on my face.

“I’m fine. You’re the last person I need worrying about me,” she growled.

Fuck. She could be infuriating… I found my hand clenching and unclenching a few times before I followed her back out of the room.

She was right. There was a fire escape down that side. I grabbed a piece of metal off the floor and straightened up. “Ya ready?” I asked one more time. “They might hear this glass break so we gotta fuckin’ move.” I thought her hands were a bit shaky.

“Just do it,” she said. And this time, I could hear the quiver in her voice.

I smashed the window and knocked out the glass before pullin' myself through. The metal grates rattled under my boots and she looked suddenly sick as she approached the window sill. I hesitated a second before reaching a hand out to help her through.

“I’m fine,” she said. She didn’t look fine, but she gripped the ledge and climbed out. “Oh, fuck. Fuck…” she muttered as her feet landed on the platform. She was keeping her eyes fixed straight out. Even just the metal grates at th prison used to freak her out, and that was one floor.

I wanted to comfort her but… I wasn’t dumb enough to think it’d help or that she wanted me to, so instead I just started down the stairs at a good pace. She followed stiffly behind me, gripping onto the railing with white knuckles and falling behind.

Every once and a while I’d glance back and she looked like she was about to be sick, but she was still following. We hit a snag as we reached the third-floor platform. A large part of it had rusted and fallen away, leaving a gaping hole we would have to edge around to reach the next set of stairs.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” I heard her behind me and when I looked back her eyes were wide and round and she was clutching onto the railing like it was a lifeline.

“S’fine. I’ll cross first. Just keep over—”

“Oh, really, Daryl? I should keep over to the side? You mean I should stay away from the huge fucking hole in the goddamn floor?” It kept drawing her eyes and I’d see her rip them back up and away, reeling.

I knew that was mostly coming from the fact that she was fuckin’ terrified, but every harsh word from her still stung. “Fine. Clearly, yer good,” I spat back. “Ya don’t need me and ya don’t give a shit and yer fine. I fuckin’ got it.” So much for trying to calm her down. I edged past the hole in the metal grating and went down the next set of stairs. Finally, I just had to push down the ladder, climb down, and we’d be on solid ground again. But when I looked back up, she was still frozen where she had been, on the far side of the platform. I watched her for another minute, waiting to see if she’d move. I knew she wasn’t gonna ask for help, not from me, but she obviously needed it and tough shit, I’m the only damn person here. I rubbed a hand across the back of my neck, anxious to even try again, and climbed back up. I edged past the rusted-out hole and stopped next to her. “Just gimme yer hand.” She didn’t loosen her grip on the railing, and her eyes landed on my face. “S’fine. Just for two seconds, lemme fuckin’ help ya.”

Her chest was heaving with fearful breaths and I guess the idea of tryin’ to cross along that edge alone was worse than puttin’ her hand in mine. Part of me still thought she’d take the heights over me, but she didn’t… She pried her hand off the railing and placed it into mine. I—I can’t say my heart didn’t jump when my fingers closed around it. The motorcycle. The fuckin’ closet. Now this. We’d hardly been within six feet of each other for years and now all this in one day… I felt dizzy. It ain’t like Rick could have predicted these things would happen. He sure as shit couldn’t command a hoard to force us into each other in a tiny closet… but he must have been hopin’ for somethin’ by sendin’ us out here. Was it gonna work on her? I fuckin’ doubt it.

As we stepped along the edge of the edge of the platform, she held her breath. She always seemed like nothing in this fucked up world scared her anymore, nothing phased her. Half the time it almost seemed like she didn’t give a shit if she died. But this? Heights? This still scared her on some level she couldn't reason away.

But we made it across just fine. She was gripping onto me so tightly I thought she might have bruised the bones in my damn hand. And as we climbed down the next set of stairs, long past the danger, she was still holding onto me. But just as quickly as I realized it, she slipped her hand out and stiffened next to me again, fixing her eyes away toward the railing, which she grabbed onto again desperately.

We made it down the ladder, dropping onto the concrete and making a run back to my bike, slippin' from cover to cover, packs heavy and weighing us down. I was thinking how batshit crazy it was that we’d just done a hospital run and hadn’t had to kill a single walker AND managed to get all the damn supplies... when we rounded the last corner and a string of curses left her mouth.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. What the fuck?!” She knelt down next to my bike and as I looked, my stomach dropped.

“Son of a fuckin' bitch.” Both tires on my motorcycle were slashed. Ruined. Fuck.

We were stranded in the city without a runnin’ vehicle and somebody knew we were here.

[crystalcow]

𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑//𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑝𝑡 4

Masterlist // child reader ML //

Sapnap x reader !p !child reader

Pronouns used: none specified!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, casinos

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝗼𝐤𝗼 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝗼𝐰??

Quackity was telling you all of his plans

He rambled on for hours of his ideas for casinos and how he was going to marry Karl and sapnap

It sounded great

He had his whole plan set up! He even had Sam helping him with the building

But then he left

Just like everyone else

But that was fine! You were just with sapnap

Before Karl came running over rambling on about needed to move his library

He had a library?

“[Redacted] you need to stay close, please”

You looked at him weirdly

Who the fuck was [redacted]

“Karl my names Y/n you idiot” “flame..” “sorry”

He didn’t even notice it and then you had to spend the next couple days hauling over 100 books

“Oo hey what are these! The covers look really weird”

You had found his time travel books

Woops

That man raced over and in the kindest way possible, snatched it from your hands

“Don’t touch those, they are my special books”

You just shrugged and let him be, he freaks you out enough

So you all traveled to this area in the spruce forest and built a really ugly mushroom hut

But hey it’s fine! Foolish thankfully came around later that day and made everything better

So you stuck around

Maybe you needed this, this new start

Oh but prime knows that wouldnt last long

Karl started forgetting

At first it was simple things as just forgetting where he was or little stumbles with names

But eventually he was going away longer and longer

He started calling you by these strange names, some that sound Victorian and western and others that are unlike you

One day he didn’t call you by your name at all

You were hanging around the Sakura trees and the big yin Yang pond waiting for sapnap to come back with George

Then you saw Karl exit the library, running up to him for a hug

It’s been two months since you’ve seen him

You fucking hated it but you couldn’t help but consider him another parental figure

He loved it

But he just stood there as you wrapped your arms around him

Expecting the usual “[reda]- Y/n, I’ve missed you so much my sweet flame!”

But there was nothing just a sad one sided hug

“Hello? I’m sorry but do I know you?”

You were ready to cry

“I’m sorry, I uh must’ve mistaken you for the wrong person” “No that’s fine! Hugs are nice?”

So you left and ran into the library

Scouring throughout all of the books until you found them

The same 8 books you shrugged away

You read through all of them along with Karl’s other journals

You didn’t like going through his stuff especially, a whole invasion of privacy

The more you read the worse it got

What were you gonna tell Sapnap?

Who the hell is James, and [redacted]?

And why couldn’t he stop

It’s no use anymore

You were simply just forgotten

𝐋𝗼𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬

The closer you got to the large building, the sicker you got

Kinoko Kingdom was supposed to be your free pass

But somehow you always end up here

You called for Sam on the comms waiting for the beep

The inside looked great to say the least

“What are your past relationships with the prisoner?” “No answer.”

“Where are you currently resided?” “No answer”

“Do you believe the prisoner deserves his sentence?” “Maybe”

You put all your shit in the locker and followed him through all the safety checks

“I’m glad you didn’t bring anything with you”

You stood on the platform heart racing as the lava went down

It was like a ticking time bomb

The small squeaks and scratches of the hovering bridge

He just stared at you

That sick stupid mask was broken by tommy that day in the black stone room

So you had to look into his face

Lets just say he looks good in Orange

“Barrier up or down?” “Down”

He backed up into the corner as you stepped in

Smiling

Once the lava cascaded down your smile turned into a sick frown

“Hello” is that all he had to fucking say?

“Screw you. Fuck you. Damn you”

He just looked you a small chuckle escaping from his lips

“Those all mean the same thing.” “Well I’ve been living in cinnamon town for the past couple months, and I’m ready to fucking burn some buns”

Yeah he just laughed

“I’ve missed you Hot shot”

“You ruined our damn life!”

Someone went quiet

“If you didn’t have to have a petty little war, or criminalize children we could’ve been fine! It could’ve just been you, dad, me, and George.”

You were pissed, everyone just kept leaving you.

Tommy and Tubbo, Quackity, Karl, Dream, and hell even Wilbur

“You come and visit me, after not having seen me for months and you just yell? Not a hello or ‘how are you dream?’ ‘How’s prison dream’ ‘how can I help you get out of this damn place’ “

You just sat down ready to just walk out into the lava

“I’ve been stuck here for months! None of you even cared enough to visit me, hell even Tommy came around.”

You might have felt a little bad after leaving him

The prison was cold even tho lava was flowing right there

“Why would you leave the discs alone..” “Because I had to end it.”

What were you doing here

What were you planning on saying?

“So, what do you do in prison”

“I have a clock.”

You got up to go look at the pretty clock

Then threw it at his face

“Ow” “deal with it bitch”

The longer you stayed the worse the feeling in your stomach got

so you buzzed for Sam waving goodbye

“Wait.. Do they miss me?” “Can’t say, but I think this may be for the best.”

He wanted his best friends

But he just got the annoying teenager

Oh but that wouldn’t be the last

𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬

You got a letter in the mail one day

Who the hell uses letters??

You were shocked to see the address and the small post card

“Come around some time”-Quackity

Ans on the back it had the cords

Oh well what did you have to loose? Sapnap was focused on Karl

and well Karl didn’t even know you

So you set off

It took you a couple hours travel by horse to get to the desert area

The large sign blaring in the red text

You gotta admit the place looked beautiful

There was a giant dick and different shops

You were shocked to see this random un human like guy

“Hello, I am Charlie a totally human guy!”

Yeah totally not slime

“I’m uh, Y/n?” He reached out for a handshake sort of thing

“Dap me up!” “Another time Charlie”

Maybe when you had hand sanitizer

“Ohh so your Y/n! Mister Quackity talks about you all the time, come on in!”

You were skeptical but followed anyways

Stopping in your tracks when you saw Fundy

“Furry?” “Fire shit?”

You went over to give him a side hug, ruffling his fur

“What the hell are you doing here ginger boy!” “Oh you know, just escaping nightmares”

You were confused then just let him be

You walked to the entry way of the place

A beautiful pond with flowers and an arch

“Did what the place where Mr. Quackity was going to propose!”

Going to?

You shrugged it off following inside

You hated to admit it, but you were excited to see him

Yeah you really needed a parental figure in your life at the moment

So when you saw him, he immediately pick you up in a hug

You didn’t fail to notice his change in appearance

That beanie stayed the same tho

Thank god

“Hey hey! Let me show you around the place, we can also go for lunch and talk.”

The casino looked great to say the least

Loud music booming from the speakers, along with the live jazz band on the side

Slot machines were going off every minute

“Have a chip, something to remember this by”

He handed you a red poker chip

It was a cool one tho, in the middle has a blocky sort of smile

Creepy and dopey.. sick!

So you put it around a spare silver chain

“So how have you been kid? ‘Ts been a while hasn’t it.” “Could be better..”

You both walked around the city in silence, offering to go in the super model shop

“No” “why not” “keep walking”

On your way to lunch you had to squint at what you were seeing

“Oh my goodness you’re still alive?!” “You’re alive!?”

You and revivebur just stared at one another

“Yeah he came back after I died!” “you what now-“

You just stared at Tommy and back to Wilbur

Oh god those shrooms were messing with your head

You should’ve gotten out of there a while ago

Quackity came over placing his hands on your shoulders

“Do I have to execute you both? Get off my damn property”

“Sorry Q. Say, Y/n wanna join Lmanburg 2.0?”

You back away holding your hands up

“I denied that offer once, and I’ll do it again. Fucking zombie freaks”

You obviously muttered the last part

Why the fuck did dream revive those two shits??

When did Tommy even die??

Your visit here has just gotten weirder and weirder

𝐌𝗼𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Quackity got you away from the brits as quick as he could

So he brought you over to his office

“So kid, how’s your dad..”

Ah you expected this question

“How the fuck am I supposed to know. He’s living his life, Karl’s time traveling! Oh yeah did I mention he doesn’t even remember me.”

He looked at you with wide eyes

“So I’m not the only one they forgot..”

You slammed you hands on the fable dramatizing the situation

“How would you feel about moving here? I mean you could work for me in the casino!”

You thought about it for a second

You have two options

1. Live in shroom town with bubbles

2. Move to las Nevada’s with Quackity

You were sure Sapnap wouldn’t mind

I mean would he even care?

He hasn’t for the past couple months!

“You feel abandoned there, over here there are hundreds of people. You’ll have the time of your life”

You thought about it for a sec

“Alright hand me a contract”

So you signed

Making deals with the devil huh

Little did you know it would cost you your life

Devils little soul

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and this is the finale! I will take requests for sapnaps child, and I’ll do some shit with Quackity and the casino and go in more depth if wanted!

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