#misfits imagine

[storiesforallfandoms]

our next step ~ swaggersouls

word count: 1611

request?: yes!

“hey hey!! i adore your work and was wondering if you could do a swaggerwouls x fem!reader? maybe something along the lines of the reader also being a youtuber and them having a baby together and announcing it to their fans?🥺i’ve been having major baby fever lately lol. super sorry if this goes against any of your rules and it’s totally cool if you’re not comfortable writing it! :)”

description: in which they decide to tell their fans the major update in their lives

pairing: swaggersouls x female!reader

warnings: swearing, two uses of y/n, rpf

masterlist (one, two, three)

Being content creators with a very small social media presence outside of YouTube and Twitch made it incredibly easy to hide my pregnancy.

It’s not that we didn’t want to tell our fans. The majority of mine and Swagger’s relationship was online for everyone to see since we vlogged and gamed with each other regularly. If anything, it made more sense to tell everyone when I found out I was pregnant. And I had actually filmed most of my pregnancy to make one big vlog once the baby came.

But, like I said, the majority of our relationship was online. Not only that, but most of my life since I was in my late teens was online for the world to see. We decided that we wanted something for just ourselves, even just for a little while.

Neither of us posted on social media enough for it to be suspicious if we were suddenly MIA for months, and my face cam when I was streaming was always positioned in a way that showed me from my shoulders up, so my bump wasn’t on camera. The only thing my fans would notice was some weight gain in my face, which was easy to just say was because I had gained weight in general.

The other Misfits knew, of course. We told them shortly after we found out. Tobi was ecstatic that her son was going to have a Misfits friend. The guys were all happy for us, too, but Cam teased Swagger about being the last person in the group any of them expected to become a father.

“So, you’re giving up weed then?” Cam asked after we told him.

“Fuck no! I’ll go smoke outside instead.”

After nine long months, plus roughly six hours of labor, our baby girl came into the world and our family was complete.

She had Swagger wrapped around her tiny fingers from the second he laid his eyes on her. He loved her almost more than he loved our cats, which is definitely saying something. But, I did say almost.

A month or so after our daughter, Daisy, was born, Swagger and I were laid in bed together. I was reading while Swagger was watching stuff on his phone with little Daisy asleep on his chest. I kept glancing over at them and smiling at the sight. I couldn’t help it, seeing Swagger as a dad just made me happy. Especially seeing him with the little human that we made. It was hard to explain the level of joy I felt.

“Take a picture, it lasts longer,” Swagger said, giving me a playful smile.

I hadn’t even realized I was staring until that moment. I shook myself out of my thoughts and retorted, “That’s not as insulting as you think it is. If I could reach my phone, I’d take so many pictures of you right now.”

“Oh, I am well aware.” He reached out to hold my hand while trying to move very little as to not wake Daisy. “What had you thinking so hard anyways?”

I looked at Daisy again, another smile involuntarily tugging at the corners of my mouth. I just couldn’t help it.

Instead of telling him what I had actually been thinking about, I found myself saying, “Should we tell our viewers about Daisy soon?”

“We did say we’d announce it after she was born,” he said. “And they’ve definitely noticed that you haven’t vlogged in months.”

“Do you think it’s time?”

Swagger looked at Daisy and asked, “What do you think, Daisy? Should we tell the world you exist?” The baby let out a heavy sigh, but otherwise didn’t move or wake up. “I think that was a yes.”

~~~~~~

The next day, I broke out the old vlog camera that I hadn’t used since before I developed my baby bump. Surprisingly, the battery hadn’t died even from lack of use.

“This feels foreign,” I said as I turned the camera on. “I haven’t vlogged in ages. I wonder if I’ll even remember how to do it.”

“You’re just setting it up to sit in front of it,” Swagger teased.

“Hey, that’s hard to do when you haven’t worked a camera in, like, a year.” I set the camera up on the tripod and turned to him. “Sit your ass down, knight boy.”

“That was a terrible insult.”

Swagger sat down on the couch, wearing his ski mask and holding Daisy in his arms. He had her positioned in a way that her face was hidden from the camera. We both agreed that we would not be showing her face on camera while she was a kid, but we also thought it would be hilarious to start the video with Swagger just holding our baby that no one knew even existed.

“She’s going to be terrified if she wakes up and sees the mask,” I said as I sat next to him.

“She’ll have to get used to it eventually,” he said. “Maybe I’ll just walk around the house with it on.”

“Do not do that. I know you would use that as an excuse to just scare me.”

He gave me a look, and I could tell from his eyes that he was smirking under his mask.

“Anyways,” I said, turning away from him. “Hello. I know you guys are all wondering, what is this thing.” I gestured to Daisy.

“Thing,” Swagger snickered.

“This is our baby,” I said, ignoring him. “It is the bun I baked for nine months, and now here she is. And I know you’re also all wondering, (Y/N) and Swagger, when did you guys have a baby?”

“About a month ago,” Swagger responded. “And technically, (Y/N) had the baby. I just put the baby in her.”

“Yeah, thanks for that.” To the camera, I said, “We know you guys have so many questions. The short story is, we weren’t trying for a baby. It was definitely a shock to us both, but it was a good shock. Announcing my pregnancy wasn’t the first thing we thought of. Actually, it took, like, a week for us to realize we hadn’t said anything online about it, and at that point we kind of came to the conclusion that we wanted the pregnancy to be an us thing instead of a shared internet thing.”

“We were being very selfish,” Swagger said.

“But we’re not sorry,” I added.

“Oh, not at all. We love you guys, but sometimes we do need some privacy, and this was definitely one of those times.” He glanced down at Daisy, his eyes lighting up just looking at her. I decided against teasing him in that moment because it was just too cute. He continued, “And I’m going to answer the important question, which is no, not even becoming a father will stop me from smoking weed.”

I playfully rolled my eyes.

“Everyone was thinking it!” Swagger argued. “Obviously I’m not smoking 24/7, or around the baby, but I’m not giving it up all together. I’m not becoming a square just because I have a kid.”

“Should we tell everyone her name, or are we just going to keep calling her ‘the baby’?”

“I don’t see a problem with telling everyone her name.”

“Her name is Daisy.”

As if hearing her name, Daisy made a soft cooing noise and opened her eyes. Swagger moved her so she would look at me first. We were joking for the video before, but we were actually a little nervous about her reaction to seeing Swagger in his ski mask for the first time. It was something we’d have to ease her into when she was much older.

“Hey baby,” I said, taking her from Swagger. “Woke up to be in your first ever video, huh? You’re ready to be a star.”

She looked up at me with her big, brown eyes. Ever since she was born, everyone said she looked exactly like me, but not her eyes. She definitely had Swagger’s eyes.

“That’s it, I guess,” I said. “We’re going to take some time to take care of this one and get used to having a baby, then we’ll be back to regular streams and uploads eventually. Uh...yeah. Bye, I guess?” I looked over to Swagger. “Can you turn the camera off? I’m holding Daisy.”

He got up and did as I asked. Once the camera was off, he pulled off the ski mask and tossed it off to the side. “That went well.”

“I’m weirdly nervous about it,” I admitted. “My heart is pounding. Daisy can definitely feel it.”

“You don’t have to be nervous. I don’t think anyone is going to react poorly to us announcing we’re parents now.”

“I’d doubt it, but weirdly I still am.”

Swagger sat down next to me and put an arm around my shoulder. I leaned into him, stretching my legs out and resting Daisy on them so she could look at the both of us. She was very interested in her surroundings. According to my mom, babies can only see so far when they’re first born, and their vision increases as time goes on. I’m not sure if that’s completely true, but it was adorable to think that she was just now seeing everything for the first time.

“I can’t believe we made this,” I said. “We made a whole human being.”

“We can make another one, if you want.”

I shot him a look. “No way. My body does not need to go through that ever again. We can practice, though.”

“Deal.” He pulled me close and kissed the top of my head.

[quack42069]

Marriage with SwaggerSouls

SwaggerSouls x GN!Reader

unedited

Mans is head over heels for you

He never questioned marriage with you, if anything he wanted it sooner than he thought

but he wanted to do things the right way

and that he did

first friends, introducing to friends, dating, boyfriend and significant other, introducing to family, and finally moving in together and after two years of living together at his house, he knew with the lease being up soon he wanted to have a home for you two, one you both decided on

You truly didn't see it coming

because he kept note of everything you said and wanted

any little thing you would say about marriage or future things you two would do ex: Watching a movie and saying "Oh my god I love that they proposed like that." he took note of

It was a cute proposal, small and intimate and he poured his heart out and recorded it for you two and family and friends

He wouldn't post the proposal video but a few pics he took with his helmet on and you he would

same goes with the wedding ^

Now on to actual marriage life

He feels more committed in a way and in a good way

LOVES refering to you as his spouse

doesn't do it often but does love when he does

"Yeah my husband/wife..."

and his friends love it and find it hilarious how he loves the title

You guys got your dream home together shortly after the wedding

anytime someone tries shipping him with anyone its always him showing the ring on his finger

his way of being like "no no no"

never takes off the ring btw

overall marriage with swaggs is deffo a 1000/10

very wholesome and full of love

[mindful-of-ideas]

Inspired by the song C’mon by Panic! At The Disco feat. Fun.

If I should die tonight / May I first just say I'm sorry / For I, never felt like anybody / I am a man of many hats although I / Never mastered anything But I am ten feet tall / I've never felt this tall since the fall Nobody seems to know my name So don't leave me and sleep all alone Maybe stay lost on our way home

A/N: I mention some books but the references are pretty obvious or not that important. I’ll add explanations in the tags (: Also, this was kind of a struggle to write, I don’t know why. I hope you still like it.

TW: Alcohol (it’s Misfits, what did you expect)

You were standing by the river, partially hidden by some trees and bushes. On the other side, sharp rocks were blocking any access. If the morning had been cold and damp, the sky was now clear and the sun was warming up your skin gently. You couldn’t tell if it had been since you had started university or since that freaky storm hit the town, but you hadn’t quite felt like yourself during the past weeks. Not that change was necessarily bad, but the transition period was scary. You felt like a traitor to yourself, like an impostor in your own body. And there was nothing you could do than embrace it, which was easier said than done. Even knowing that, you couldn’t help but worry and overthink everything you did and said. Yet today seemed promising. You could just enjoy the sun and the beach and a good book. No better way to escape reality.

You were about to sit down when you heard a scream coming from the rocks. Seconds later, a tall lanky guy came rolling down the rocks. Too stunned to say anything, you watched him pick himself up awkwardly before losing his footing and crashing into you. You lost your balance and landed in the water.

“Sorry,” mumbled the guy, quickly glancing over his shoulder.

“Yeah, right,” you said trying to get up.

“Here, wait,” he said extending a hand, “how ungentleman of me!”

He was smiling though you could have sworn that just moments before he looked as if he was going to break down.

“You’re not wet,” he said pointing down at you.

“I’m sorry?” you asked finally getting up.

“You’re not wet…”

“See, it sounds like you’re saying I’m not wet which is either very weird or just… creepy.”

“It is weird, you fell in the water and look, you’re not wet.”

“That’s,” impossible, you were about to say. But as you looked down, you could clearly see that your jeans were dry.

“See,” he said, “not wet.”

“Can you just stop saying the word ‘wet’?” you said letting out a sigh.

This didn’t make sense. How could you be completely dry when you just fell in the water. No one could do that… unless they were…

“I’m Nathan by the way,” he said once again extending his hand.

“Y/N,” you said, shaking his hand reluctantly, “where did you come from exactly?” you asked gesturing vaguely towards the rocks.

They were a good few feet above your head and while there was a path up there, it came nowhere near close to the edge.

“Some guy was chasing and I ran all the way to here but can we talk about the fact that you’re not wet. Is this like your power or something?”

“You… my… what?” you asked now more confused than ever.

You took a few steps back. This guy was definitely weird and maybe just a little bit too weird. And what was he talking about, powers? That would explain how you were still dry, but it didn’t make any sense.

“You know what, I think I might just go,” you said.

“No, what? You think I’m weird!” he said, but you had already turned away from him, “for all I know you’re the weird one, all alone in some… recluse part of the river!”

You picked up your bag when small rocks tumbled down to your feet. You barely had time to look up before a man came sliding down the rocks. He was tall with broad shoulders and quite scary. Scarier than whoever that Nathan guy was. Which, speaking of, screamed behind you. You went back to him, hoping to ask for an explanation but the man followed right behind you.

“Do something!” Nathan screamed as he hid behind you, grabbing your shoulder.

What could you do? Nothing. There was nothing you could do. Yet instinctively, you put up your hand to protect your face. As you did, you saw water come out of the river and follow the same path, a few inches in front of your hand. A wave crashed, full force, into the man, stopping him dead in his tracks.

“That was so cool,” said Nathan behind you.

But there was no time to talk about what had just happened. You grabbed his hand and started running.

You ran. And you ran, and you ran, and you ran, all the way to the busiest street in the city. It was now the end of the afternoon and there weren’t many people out, yet you needed to be in a crowd to feel safe. As you reached the corner of the street, where a pub faced a corner store, you finally stopped running.

“Dude! That was so cool! Is that what you got? Like water powers?” said Nathan excitedly.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said, “and I think this time I’ll go, for real.”

“How about I invited you for a drink,” he said pointing behind him at the pub, “I mean, you’re still holding my hand after all.”

Surprised, you let go of his hand and wiped your own on your pants. This day couldn’t get any weirder. Having to run away from some man-in-black kind of made the top of the list. Though, thinking that you could have superpowers was up there too. Could he be right? That you had some kind of power? You tried remembering what made you feel different these last few weeks. Somehow, it all went back to that impostor feeling and, strangely, to the books you’ve been reading First, there was Lord of the Rings, and for a good few days you felt taller, just like the elves were taller than humans. Then, there was this floating sensation that made you feel sick for weeks after reading Mr. Vertigo. Now, it was those water powers that you got after reading Percy Jackson.

“So?” he asked, bending sideways to look at your face and cutting short your reflection.

“Sure,” you said, snapping back to reality, “but you owe me some explanations.”

At least you thought you wanted explanations.

As you step into the pub and aimed for the closest table. But Nathan grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the back. You sat down at the booth not wasting a second before drilling him with questions.

“So who was that guy?” you asked, “Why was he chasing you?”

“Hold on!” he said, “Don’t you want a beer first? Garçon!” he called.

But the waiter walked past him without even looking.

“Can I at least know a little bit more about who saved me first?” he asked, “put aside the fact that you probably drown the guy, you still didn’t run away when he came running at us. That’s impressive! I want to know more about that Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes. How could you tell him more about you when you didn’t even know yourself. Still, you took note of the compliment. If Nathan had seemed cocky at first, he might turn out to be good at heart. Just like he seemed curious about you, you realized you were curious about him.

“You don’t think I actually drown him, do you?” you asked.

The waiter passed by again and you asked for beers and nachos.

“So, who are you,” Nathan asked, ignoring your question.

“I’m Y/N… I told you, didn’t I?”

He seemed exasperated.

“I know that, I mean who are you, what do you do, what do you like?”

“I don’t know,” you confessed, “I’m a student… I don’t do much apart from that.”

“Summer just ended! You must’ve done something fun?” he said.

You didn’t really know what to answer. But you noticed the absence of pity, something you were becoming more and more familiar with, in his question.

“Well, me and my friends saved the world!” he said, seeing you weren’t saying anything.

He leaned back in the booth, arms crossed behind his head.

“What…” you said, not really believing him.

“Yep!”

“And how come, everyone, doesn’t know about this?” you asked still doubting him.

“Don’t know… we wanted to stay anonymous,” he said.

“Right…”

“We did, I’m telling you! Me and my friends, at the community center, we saved the world. We’re like superheroes… no vigilantes, that’s cooler. We’re like vigilantes!”

You laughed. Whether or not this was true didn’t really matter to you. What did matter was that you were having fun. The conversation moved on easily as you talked about summer, school, friends, dreams and thankfully not about family. You couldn’t believe it went you glanced behind Nathan and saw that it was dark outside.

“So those powers of yours, what are they?” he asked suddenly.

“I… I’m not sure actually,” you said, without much confidence.

He shrugged, indifferent.

You had spent the whole evening being what you believe to be your truest self. You weren’t going to start lying now, but his reaction did hurt a bit. Somehow, you wanted him to like you, to be interested in you. And that’s all it took for the doubts to come crawling back. What if you actually hadn’t been sincere with him? What if you had convinced even yourself that the mask was who you really were?

You shook your head lightly.

“So, who was the guy chasing you?” you asked right after, hoping this time you would get an answer.

“Mehh, some guy, nothing to worry about sweetheart…”

“I’m not your sweet-”

“Your power is cool, but not as cool as mine!”

It seemed like he was avoiding the question.

“You’re not gonna ask what it is? Well, I’m immortal,” he said, a big smile plastered on his face.

You frowned.

“Yep, that’s right, baby. This body, unkillable. It will stay young and strong, just like it is now, forever.”

“But how-”

“Shhh, I know you’re impressed,” he said moving forward to press his finger to your lips.

You swatted his hand away.

“Kids, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave,” the waiter said, pointing at the clock behind the bar.

“Right, sure,” you said, getting up and grabbing your bag, maybe a little bit too quickly.

Part of you just wanted to get out. You were convinced you had just ruined the whole evening by not being true to him. But part of you really didn’t want this night to end. This was the most fun you had in weeks, and thinking about it, this was one of the rare times you actually didn’t worry about who you were. At least for a while.

You wait as Nathan put on his vest and headed outside together.

“I guess this is where we say goodbye,” you said, looking up at him.

“Y/N?” he said, looking down and ruffling his hair.

“Yeah?”

“I… nothing actually,” he said, sitting down on the curb.

He looked sad. Not that you pitied him, on the contrary, it was a sadness you thought you could understand. You sat down by his side and waited for him to speak again.

“It’s just… if I should die tonight…”

You have him a worried look.

“Not that I will!” he added quickly, “or that I want to! I mean I couldn't even die, you know, the whole immortal thing… Anyway, I, first, just want to say I’m sorry, because I… this whole evening… I never felt like anybody… I…”

“You felt like you were playing a character of yourself in a play?” you suggested.

“Yeah, something like that… how’d you know? You noticed?” he asked, slightly worried.

“No, let’s just say I don’t always feel like I’m truly myself… apart from tonight, except…”

“Except what?” he asked.

You looked up at him, though he was looking at the ground.

“Nothing…” you said.

You didn’t know what else to add but felt like you didn’t have to add anything. In some way, this silence seemed to be healing you both.

“You know,” you finally said, “there was a moment during those last weeks when I truly felt like I was taller…”

“Because of your power, right?” he said smiling weakly.

“I don’t know, maybe… that’s not the point. The point is that I felt like I was taller but that didn’t last… at least not until today. Those few hours spent with you, I’ve never felt this tall, this important, since the storm. Even if, just like you, I ended up doubting if I had truly been myself.”

Another silence, though this time, you could tell Nathan was thinking about something.

“I lied,” he finally confessed, “All of it, all of the important stuff at least. I am immortal, I did kind of save the world but nobody seems to know my name… and those guys at the community center… I don’t know if they really are my friends… I…”

You tapped his shoe lightly with yours, trying to get his attention and keep him from spiralling down like you, yourself, had done many times before. It didn’t seem to work too well and so you went and grab his hand. Just like you had done earlier today but this time more gently.

“You know, it’s only 1:00 am on a Friday night,” you suggested, “you still have time to tell me the truth, if you want to.”

For someone who didn't have much confidence, you sure sounded like you had some now. Weirdly, you felt comfortable talking about the fact that you didn’t know who you were made you feel more like yourself.

“Maybe…” Nathan finally said.

“Maybe?”

He got up, and just like before, offered his hand.

“I just don’t want to spend the night all alone, so let’s figure out something to do,” he said.

“Maybe we’ll stay lost on our way home,” you said smiling and taking his hand.

[super-unpredictable98]

High On a Feeling

Pairing: Nathan x Lydia (OC - Hard Candy’ verse)

Word Count: 650

Warning: Strong language, sexual content

(Masterlist)

"Oh, I thought you left for work," Nathan looked my way as I opened the rooftop door.

"The only student I had today has the flu, so I decided to stick around."

I sat across from him on the bench, our legs intertwined in the middle. He smiled at me, not one of his smug ones or a smirk, a genuine smile. 

"Lucky me," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a joint. "Do you mind?"

"No, go ahead," I twisted the purple ends of my hair between my fingers.

Nathan delicately took the joint between his lips and lit it up with his Irish flag lighter. I watched him closely, not even blinking as he took a huge drag. 

"What? Why d'you have your horny face on?" He blew the smoke with a laugh.

"I don't have a bloody horny face!" I looked away.

"Go on thinkin' that... I know all your tells, Lollipop."

"What are they then?"

"I'm not gonna tell you, if I do, you'll be mindful of them and stop."

"I hate you!"

"You might, but I just made you horny, I see that as a win."

Nathan took a swig of his beer and handed it to me. I did the same, without taking my eyes from his adam's apple, bobbing softly as he swallowed, bringing the cigarette back to his lips for another drag.

"See? You're doin' it again," he giggled.

"What? What could I possibly have done?"

"Oh, you want me so bad..."

"You know what you are?"

"A cocky bastard?" He imitated my accent.

"Good thing you know it," I folded my arms.

"So, you wouldn't want me to shotgun you, right? Why would y'want a cocky bastard to-"

"I do," I nearly whispered.

"What was that?" He smirked.

"I do!"

"Such a little tart..." Nate pulled me closer.

Nathan gently placed his fingers under my chin lifting my head slightly, his piercing gaze burning my soul, mischief dancing in his eyes as he inhaled the smoke, accentuating his beautiful cheekbones.

I parted my lips as he leaned in, our skin brushing with a feather-like touch as he exhaled a dense stream of smoke into my mouth. 

"You're leading me astray, you know that? I had never done drugs until you took me on the wrong path."

"By the looks of it, y'like bein' led astray," his fingers quickly found my hard nipples under the shirt.

"You're so lucky my parents are in the future, they would never let you get near their little girl," I lied, my dad wouldn't mind a bit, and my mum is like a dog who barks a lot but doesn't bite anyone.

"I'd find a way," Nathan smirked. "Throw pebbles at your window and climb t'your room in the middle of the night..."

"And then what?" I twisted one of his curls with my fingers.

"And then I'd shag you while your parents are asleep."

"Cover my mouth so I don't wake them up?"

"Exactly," he didn't bother turning his face to blow the smoke this time.

"My brother stays up pretty late and he's a very light sleeper, that might be a problem," I narrowed my eyes playfully.

"Is he bigger than me?" Nate cocked an eyebrow.

"Yeah, you can say so," I chuckled. "He's an athlete."

"Well, I can always find a way! I'd shag you no matter what."

As he took another drink of his beer I once again carefully watched, when he passed me the bottle it took me a second to grab it, since I was hypnotized by his every move. 

"Drink it," I handed him the bottle back once I had the chance to sip some more.

"Why?" He asked, way too amused by the situation.

"Just do it..." I propped myself on my elbows. "I like to watch you."

"Alright, alright," he laughed. "You really are a pervert."

"Fine then, I guess I'm going home since you don't wanna-"

"No! C'mon, let's get inside, Lollipop," Nathan took one last drag. "I happen t'love perverts."

Tag List: @seanfalco @firstpersonnarrator @salvador-daley

[ficmesideways]

Request for @cellard0ors Gif Source: Hand / Simon

Imagine learning you have fire powers while with Simon

---------- Imagine ----------

“Oh my God.” His blue eyes went wide as he interrupted your angry tirade at him. You stopped and looked to where he was staring. Both of your hands were on fire. Not on fire per se but... you moved your fingers and the flames danced in your hand. You heard a gasped moan and look up to see Simon's eyes glued to your hand and his pupils blown wide. You smiled, not nearly as freaked out as you probably should be, and directed a dark look at him. “Now that I have your full attention. As I was saying…”

[ugh-cam]

New post on the side blog! Go give it some love <3

[majosullivan]

So…we know that Pluto wanted to go to Paris to see the lights, with him hating being in Blackpool, calling it a shoddy painted-up town and wanting to see the real thing. With Duke, asides from him obviously being French, his coin being a French coin shows us that he spent some of his life in France.

Now, I’m not saying that anything is going to happen, I’m simply putting it out there that the two of them have the possibility to do something that would be so Rapunzel and Flynn/Eugene of them

[edorazzi]

Some Thunderbirds Are Go comics I’ve been working on over the last few weeks! Sorry to everyone but I’m completely obsessed with this show lately. Love these boys so much.

Feat. Scott getting some dopamine from Virgil, Gordon and Alan getting creative (inspired by a Distractible clip) and John forgetting how gravity works. I’ve got the scribble bug so lots more of these are on the way! 💖

[worstversionofme]

After spending so much time watching dimension 20 I seriously don’t think I’ll ever be able to tolerate regular tv. My little gay heart has never seen this kind of queer representation in tv and it is nourishing my soul. And queerness is never the butt of any joke and the characters experiencing and figuring out their sexualities isn’t always sad and dramatic.

I have never related to something so much. This silly show of just a bunch of cool actor friends playing D&D has probably changed my life: I feel like I know who I am better now???

I am eternally grateful to Brennan Lee Mulligan and literally every person involved in Dimension 20 for giving us this show and this outlet to figure ourselves out. Also gonna be eternally annoyed with Dimension 20 every time I have to watch a straight romcom - give me gay wizards and fairies and candy people any day

[mrm-pachypoda]

K and Evan, based on this post

@ralofofriverwoods @say-hi-intrepid-heroes thought y’all’d be interested i dunno

(Hoping that the image quality doesn’t get butchered by tumblr)

[atlantis-just-drowned]

Say what you want but Pluto would have loved Tumblr.

[trans-queen-administrator]

Yknow I think Bonesaw could have been pretty good friends with Aisha and the Heartbroken if it wasn't for her brutally torturing and breaking Brian by scattering his organs and nerves across a room while he's still conscious, leaving him a shell of his former self. Which is a pretty big hurdle admittedly, but imagining a universe where that never happened and the rest of the story goes the same I could see it. Aisha already adopted like 10 horrifically abused and poorly adjusted children, Riley would fit right in. The Heartbroken's powers already err on the more fucked up side, and I feel like seeing other capes her age who went through some rough shit and were made to do terrible things would do her some good. There's the slight problem of "oh yeah I put your lame older sister in a hell box under the ocean forever," but... actually hmmm maybe Riley has turned too many siblings into living rooms for this to actually work, I can't just handwave every time she does it. There's pretty good odds that the Heartbroken would think that shit's hilarious though so yknow maybe that's just a nice icebreaker for them.

[lesbian-deadpool]

Y/N: You’d screw your female self for a slice of cheese!

Loki: I don’t even like cheese!

Y/N: That’s even worse, you sick bastard!!

[super-unpredictable98]

Hero's Confession | Misfits

Pairing: Nathan x Lydia (OC - Hard Candy’ verse) Word Count: around 1 k Warning: Strong language, mention of death

(Masterlist)

"Si, can I borrow your notebook just for a second? I forgot I need to send an email to approve the merch design," I groaned as we finished our drinks after having dinner at Simon's place, it was a double date kind of thing with Alisha and Nathan. "If I don't send it by midnight, my manager's gonna kill me."

"Go ahead, it's on the bed, I think," Simon pointed.

"Isn't it weird t'have your sister sit on the same spot you two shagged on?" Nathan commented with his usual subtle humour. 

"Can you not?" Alisha rolled her eyes. 

"Well, if that was the case, I s'pose Barry wouldn't be able t'sit anywhere when he comes over to ours, y'know what I mean?" he barked a laugh.

"Remind me again why we invited you?" Simon joked.

"I'm your brother-in-law, can't get rid of me! We're family!" Nathan leaned over him, obnoxiously showing he had absolutely no notion of personal space. "Your dad loves me already..."

"The worst part is that he would actually love you, Lyddie got his horrible taste, poor thing," Si pushed him away.

Meanwhile, I could barely hear their conversation, I was looking at the designs for my shirts, jumpers, keychains, hats, posters, and all that. They were lovely, I was very proud of what the design team was able to come up with.

I sent the dreaded email greenlighting everything and asking for a sample of each item as soon as they were ready so I could make sure they were good quality. My night was going amazing, Nathan made some very interesting promises while the others were in the kitchen and things were looking up.

Just as I was about to shut the notebook off though, something caught my attention. Before anyone says it... I know! I shouldn't be going through my brother's stuff, but what is a sibling for if not to go through your stuff? It's my God given right to snoop around as a younger sister (well, technically older, but still younger).

It was a video, it seemed to have been recorded in 2009, right around the time we were all serving our hours. I made sure the others were entertained enough by something else and opened it, keeping the volume as low as possible. 

"She stood here just yesterday," Simon was crying in the video, sobbing in his room and it was dark. "Sally."

Okay, maybe I shouldn't be watching this, I thought to myself, but it was impossible to look away, I just couldn't. It hurt so bad to see my brother so sad, I guess I never really stopped to think about how her death affected him. 

Killing someone wasn't easy, I did it indirectly and it still haunts me sometimes, imagine killing someone you thought you loved and loved you back? 

Before I knew it, I was crying too. Dad used to say when we were kids: Simon can never cry without Blossom starting too. I hated to see him sad ever since I first understood what sadness was, so that video broke my heart. I guess he kept it just in case someone ever finds the bodies, which was even worse.

Part of me really missed those times, the community service, spending our days together getting into unimaginable adventures in our super-powered comic book fantasy, defeating villains like we were playing a game. 

And I miss my silly boyfriend Nathan with the Community Blowback on his jumpsuit, trying to figure out his power. And I miss the time Kelly never had her hair down. And I miss teaching my students in my tiny flat and imagining how my career would be. And I miss Simon, all awkward, not yet knowing what he was capable of, with that silly emo hair, and shirt buttoned all the way up, in his room with that silly space-themed wallpaper I chose for him when I was three.

But seeing him like that, suffering, made me stop wishing we could go back. He was happy now, he was loved and smiling way more than I've ever seen before. He's like a flower that finally bloomed. I guess glow-ups are a thing in our family.

"If this comes out, I want you to tell them I killed Tony, and Gary," he looked straight at the camera. "I want whoever sees this to know I'm not a psycho, I'm not a weirdo. I do things for a reason, I did it for a reason. I did it for you, my friends. I did it for my friends."

I stared at the screen for a minute unable to move, my tears drying on their own. Si was a hero, he always has been even when he didn't know it. He was gonna take the fall for all of us, he killed the first woman he ever had a connection with because of us. I never admired him more than I did when I realized it. 

"SIMON!" I put the computer aside and ran into his arms, crying on his shoulder like I used to do when mum would tell me no.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" he gently stroked my back, looking at Nathan as if expecting an answer, but my husband simply shrugged, equally confused.

"You're not a psycho or a weirdo, you're my hero," I managed to say.

"Stop lyin' t'your brother, that's not nice," Nate teased.

"What are you talking about?" Alisha asked, slightly worried.

"I saw the video, he was gonna confess to the murders so we wouldn't get arrested," I explained. "And you didn't even know I was your sister."

"Aw, Lyds," Simon squeezed me with a chuckle, not at all the reaction I was expecting. "But you were my friend, you were the first person to talk to me, to give me a chance. I never felt like I belonged until I met you lot."

"Y'were goin' to jail for me?" Nathan's eyes grew wide.

"For all of you, not you specifically-"

"I knew y'loved me, Barry, but I didn't know it was that much!" he cried dramatically.

"Cut it out, I didn't mean it like that."

"You're also my best friend! I love you too, Barry!"

"Please don't, you loved me once and it was horrible!" 

"What d'you mean? I'm an incredibly skilled lover, ask your sister!" Nathan huffed.

"But seriously, thank you," I murmured. "You really are my hero."

Tag List: @seanfalco @holidayspirits @salvador-daley @firstpersonnarrator

[storiesforallfandoms]

wake up call ~ goodguyfitz

word count: 2295

request?: yes!

“Can u do a goodguyfitz smut!! any of ur kind js fitz and smut :P”

description: when cam sleeps in on the day of a shoot, she decides on a creative way to wake him up

pairing: goodguyfitz x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (oral m receiving, technically somno)

masterlist (one, two)

“Where is Cam?” Ryan asked after the rest of the Misfits had already gathered in the lobby.

“Still asleep,” Matt responded.

“What the fuck? He knew we had to be at this shoot for 10am.”

“We tried knocking, but last time we tried to wake him we got in trouble,” Mason pointed out. “We didn’t want to be too loud and get in shit with the hotel again.”

“We have to leave in 10 minutes.

You stood from the cozy chair you had claimed as yours nearly 20 minutes ago and held a hand out to Ryan. “Give me his room key, I’ll go wake him.”

Mason gave you a look as Ryan passed you the extra key he had for Cam’s room. “Why do you think you can wake him up but we can’t?”

“Cause you idiots can’t do anything without causing trouble. I’m not about to go up there and start screaming and get us a noise complaint issue,” you said. The guys couldn’t argue with that. You were definitely the most chill person of the entire group. To Ryan you added, “You guys go on and start the shoot if you have to. If he’s not up and ready, he definitely won’t be down here in the next ten minutes. I’ll get us an Uber and meet you guys there.”

Ryan agreed and started herding the guys into the car that was waiting for them. You went to the elevators and pressed the button for the floor that Cam’s room was on.

The other reason you decided to go up to wake him over the rest of the guys was because you wanted a moment alone with Cam, without the threat of the guys breaking in at any moment and catching you two.

You had been part of the Misfits crew since the very beginning. You started as Tobi’s friend first, but eventually grew close with everyone after meeting them and streaming with them for a while. They had all convinced you to move to Australia with them so you could be a part of their content all the time and that’s when you officially became a Misfit.

That was also when you started a secret relationship with Cam.

During the massive, thousand dollar rager they threw, you and Cam had gotten super drunk, which resulted in you two also getting super touchy-feely with one another. It started with Cam sitting you down on his lap when the group of you were in the Misfits Only VIP area. It continued when you started feeling his lips against your neck while you were sat there, and eventually the two of you were making out for who knows how long, only to be interrupted by Chad stumbling into the room and making a big deal about catching you. At the time, no one thought anything of it because everyone was drunk or high out of their minds.

That night, though, you fell asleep in Cam’s bed. Not in a sexual way, Cam would never do that when you were so drunk you could barley form a coherent thought. No, the two of you just cuddled the entire night. The next morning, he comforted you through your hangover and you elected to stay in bed with him all day. At some point during that day, the cuddling turned into kissing again, and your friendship blossomed into something more.

You agreed to not tell the rest of the guys. You didn’t want it to be a big deal, and you weren’t ready for the fans to know yet. You both wanted this relationship to just be your own, even for just a little while. This resulted in very little time for just the two of you. Even if you were over to Cam’s place where he lived on his own, the guys would often show up unannounced and any romantic moments you were having would immediately have to end.

You weren’t passing up this opportunity to have Cam all to yourself, even if it could only be for ten minutes. You knew the guys wouldn’t come up looking for him if they knew you were with him, and Ryan was already too stressed about Cam being late to the shoot to allow the rest of them to be late.

When you reached Cam’s room, you swiped the key card and let yourself in. The room was pitch dark; not a single light was on and the light blocking curtains were drawn over the giant windows in the room. Cam was peacefully asleep on his back, the blanket pulled up just to his waist revealing his naked torso. You knew he was naked from the waist down, too. Cam very rarely slept with clothes on, mainly because he knew this would also deter the guys from trying to burst into his room to wake him if they knew he would be naked.

You flicked on the lamp next to his bed, a dull light illuminating just the small corner it was in. The light did not disturb Cam in the slightest. He was sound asleep, likely to be that way for a few more hours if he didn’t have this shoot going on.

A small smirk formed on your face as an idea popped into your head.

You slowly crawled onto the bed, trying your best not to wake him just yet. You took hold of the blanket and pulled it off of him, confirming that he was indeed completely naked under there. He stirred slightly, mumbling something incoherently, but did not wake up.

You started by kissing around his stomach, from his belly button down to the mound above his soft member. It twitched slightly, his body knowing what was to come before his mind did. You decided there was no use in trying to tease him if he was still fast asleep, so you just went for it and closed your mouth around the head of his cock. It started to grow almost immediately and a low groan escaped from Cam’s lips.

“(Y/N).”

You glanced up to see that his eyes were still closed, but you were sure that he was starting to wake up now.

You slowly moved your lips down his shaft, hollowing out your cheeks so you could take all of him. Another groan came from Cam, followed by the feeling of his hand grabbing a fist full of your hair. When you looked up this time, he was looking down at you. There was still sleep in his eyes, but he was definitely more awake now than he had been.

“This is quite the wake up call,” he commented. You tried to giggle with his cock in your mouth, but it only sent a wave of vibrations running through him that made him feel even better.

Cam pulled on your hair to bring your mouth off of his cock a ways, before pushing your head back down until he was buried completely in your mouth and poking at the back of your throat. You took him all with little complication besides some teary eyes.

Using his grip on you as leverage, he began to fuck your mouth. Slowly at first, still groggy from being awoken from such a deep sleep. But as he finally started to come to, he became a bit more aggressive. Each tug on your hair became harder, causing you to wince every time he pulled you up some. He noticed your discomfort and moved his hands to either side of your face, holding you in place so he could thrust himself into your mouth instead. You placed your hands on either side of him, trying to steady yourself against his rough thrusts.

“Fuck, baby,” Cam breathed. “Your warm mouth feels so perfect around my cock. I can’t think of a better way to wake up than to feel it around me as I start to come to.”

You moaned against him, which in turn caused him to moan as well. You could feel yourself becoming wet between your legs. If he wasn’t on such a strict deadline you probably would’ve taken him out of your mouth and sat yourself down on his hard cock, taking all the time in the world to ride him until both of you reached your climaxes.

But your eyes glanced over to the clock on Cam’s beside table and you realized you were already going to be late as it was.

You put one hand on Cam’s thigh, stopping his thrusts, while wrapping the other around the base of his dick. You wrapped your mouth around just the tip of him and began jerking him off. He threw his head back and called your name in pleasure as your mouth was suddenly filled with his cum.

You could feel his cock pulsating as he filled you, and waited until you knew it was stopped before slipping your mouth from him and swallowing. You could still see the lust in his eyes as he watched you, before he quickly reached out and grabbed you. He roughly pulled you down on top of him and pressed his lips against yours. His tongue ran across your lips, no doubt still tasting him on you. You could feel his still hard cock pressing against your clothed core and it just made you ache for him more.

You were reluctant to pull away, and he definitely did not want to let you go.

“You gotta get up,” you told him.

“Not until I repay the favor,” he said, kissing over your neck.

“Cam, you’re already late for the shoot.”

“Then I may as well not go.”

It was hard to argue with him when he was kissing that spot that he knew drove you absolutely crazy. You would’ve given in if it wasn’t for the sound of Cam’s phone vibrating on the bedside table; another text from Ryan.

You sighed and pulled away from him, standing from the bed so that he couldn’t entice you any further. “Ryan is going to flip if you don’t show up. We’re already late as it is. Besides, we don’t want the guys getting suspicious if we don’t show up.”

Cam sighed, too, and stood as well. He went to his suitcase and grabbed the first outfit he could find. You tried not to stare for too long as he pulled on a pair of boxers, tucking his still half hard dick away, and then pulling on a pair of jeans as well.

“What if we just tell everyone about us?” he asked.

“Everyone like the viewers and everything?”

“Well, eventually yes. But I think it’s time we tell the rest of the crew at least. We’ve been dating for nearly a year now. I want to be able to spend time with my girlfriend without having to worry about whether or not my friends are going to ruin the moment. I want to be able to hold you hand and kiss you and share a bed with you regardless of if the others are with us or if we’re alone.”

You thought about it for a moment. “What do you think they’ll say when we tell them?”

“I mean, they’ll probably tease us both about it relentlessly, but who cares? As long as I get to be with you in private and in public, I don’t care what anyone says.”

You couldn’t help but smile. You got on the tips of your toes (which was still too short to reach Cam’s height) and threw your arms around his neck. You pressed a quick kiss against his lips.

“I’m still not letting you miss that shoot so we can have sex,” you told him.

He playfully rolled his eyes. “It was worth a try.”

You got the address of where the shoot was from Ryan and ordered an Uber. You could feel your nervousness growing as you approached the location knowing that within a few moments, all of your friends would finally know about your relationship with Cam. Noticing your worry, Cam laced his fingers through yours and gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. You looked over and smiled at him, which he returned.

The both of you entered the building, still holding hands, and the guys seemed to immediately zero in on you. Well, namely on Cam.

“What took you so long, cunt?” Mason called across the room.

“(Y/N) was busy sucking my dick,” Cam answered, nonchalantly. Your face burned as you felt all eyes turn to you. You glared up at Cam, but he simply laughed in response.

“No fucking way!” Swagger exclaimed, noticing your intertwined hands. “When the fuck did this happen?!”

“Remember that massive party we threw last year?” Cam asked.

Tobi gasped. “The one where you two were basically dry humping in the VIP section!”

“Okay, we were not basically dry humping in the VIP section,” you retorted.

“No, you totally were. You were on Cam’s lap and you were making out, you were basically gyrating all over him.”

You groaned and covered your face so they couldn’t see your embarrassment. Cam just laughed and put an arm around you.

“Seriously, though, we’re happy that you two are happy,” Matt said. “Just don’t be all cute and lovey dovey all the time. It’ll make me sick.”

Before you could say anything else, Ryan quickly jumped in to say, “We don’t have time for any more pleasantries. We’re already late to start filming. (Y/N), wash the cum off your mouth and let’s start filming.”

You would’ve been even more embarrassed by Ryan’s comment, but feeling Cam’s body shake with laughter next to you, along with the laughter of all your friends, made you smile.

[lilbeanz-wibblywobbly]

Wiggle Room.

Five time travellers and a Dalek walk into a diner...