#other than that????? nothing good to report my dudes

[neverendingford]

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[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DP x DC prompt. ~“Unstable connection”~ Dead on main.

Part 9.3. "A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you." — Elbert Hubbard

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Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7.

Part 8. Part 9. New: Part 9.1. Part 9.2. Part 9.3.

Part 10. Part 11. Part 12. Meme break №1. Part 13.

Roy: Look, I’m deeply flattered that you decided to talk about your feelings with me because you bats are allergic to them, but you’re seriously telling me that you’re texting a guy from out of Gotham? What for?

Jason: Do I need a reason?

Roy: Usually not, but I know you’re paranoid.

A cookie flies straight into Roy’s head.

Jason: Shut up. I know how to relax. He’s just a guy. No harm from boyf- a friend.

Roy: What you see in him? No, I rather have to ask how he tolerates you. I deserve a reward for being your best friend.

Jason: Hey, actually, I like Bizarro a lot more, just so you know, jerk. And we actually have more in common than it seems. He gets along with dead people who hang out in his town a lot. And.. I don’t know, okay? It’s just easy to talk to him, and he doesn’t seem like the kind of person who would yell if he found out about me something weird for any other stranger. He feels like home. Safe one. I can rest when I talk to him, you know?

Roy: So you trust him? With everything?

Jason: I’m not an idiot and I’m not going to reveal everything until we talk offline. I don’t even know if I want to. Of course he’s not afraid of the undead from his town and he didn’t convict Hood for his actions when I asked him for his opinion, but talking about a specific person and some vigilante from the shadows is different. I don’t want him to be afraid of me or be disappointed in me. But somehow part of me believes that he will take this side of me. I sent him a picture with knives on my thighs, and he didn’t care. And one time, I messed up the chats and I sent him a threat that was meant to check on my new guys. He yelled at me. Because I could be reported to the police.

Roy: Well, if you like him, just try not to screw it up.

Jason: I’m trying. And by the way if Dick finds out about our conversation, I’ll throw you in the river.

Roy: Dude, you��ve known me for years! I bet you don’t threaten your lover like that! Have some trust.

Jason: Okay. So, I don’t know what to do, Roy. Fenton is perfect. But he’s a civilian. Phantom looks dead handsome but I know almost nothing about him. And what I know I learned from Danny. And now the fic that I’m writing is full of adult-rated scenes. Of course, I don’t add them to my work on ao3, but it’s still so weird.

Roy: Have you tried sending this to Fenton? With any luck, he’ll take it as flirting.

Jason: What? Hell no! He thinks I’m a mercenary for Red Hood. He’s gonna think I have wet fantasies about my boss and I’m gonna lose all self-respect, and he’s gonna block me and...

Roy: Okay, okay, slow down a little. We both know you’re weird, but you’re not that weird. And he’s not even your boyfriend. So his opinion doesn’t really matter.

Jason *whispers*: He's my husband. And it does.

Roy: Dude, I mean, I support your vibe but isn’t this guy supposed to know that he’s gonna have the title of the husband of a crime lord first.

Jason: Fair.

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~Next morning~

Dick: So, I heard my Little Wing has a boyfriend. What’s his name? When are you bringing him to the family dinner?

Jason:…I’m gonna kill Harper. ~~~~~~~

Bizarro *on his way to tell all to Artemis and impress his good friend’s boyfriend*. First, he can leave a Red Hood doll by the window of a couple of his friend. It’ll help him understand that Bizarro isn’t dangerous and then the boy will want to be his friend too. Good plan, Pup Pup!

[loveinhawkins]

for the one word ficlet prompt thing!!

I'd love to see something steddie with the word "sun". not picky about how you use it and im good with whatever season you'd like! 💕🌻💘☀️

pre season 3 crossing paths in high school, my beloved ☀️💕 ao3

There’s a blind spot just on the outskirts of the school grounds, before you get to the woods: a little hill that if you sit at just the right angle, back pressed up against the grass, no-one can see you. Eddie goes there whenever he needs some peace—like now, reading alone during lunch. He can still hear the distant laughter of students floating along on the breeze, but it’s far enough away that it doesn’t intrude as he reads.

The air smells like summer’s approaching. His fingers skim through drying blades of grass; they feel almost as delicate as pressed flowers.

Despite the calm solitude, the words aren’t going in—and he knows that with the right teacher, he kinda gets Tennessee Williams, but Mr Hauser’s gone, and he was the only one who allowed Eddie free reign to go wild when reading aloud in class, every other sub since then would say he was being disruptive and… okay, that was true some of the time, but most of the time it was because it helped, damn it, gave him at least some hope of scraping a pass—

A shadow falls across Eddie’s page—it doesn’t loom in the way a teacher’s stance would, but he still jumps at the suddenness of it.

“Jesus!”

Eddie tips his head back against the hill, cranes his neck to look upside down. Squints against the sun.

It’s Steve Harrington, and he must have gym straight after lunch because he’s already changed into a T-shirt and shorts, which is an odd decision in Eddie’s opinion as a perpetual gym-ditcher, but whatever, it’s a free country… and it’s not exactly like the guy’s an eyesore.

”You trying to give me a heart attack, Harrington?”

“No,” Steve says shortly; he looks a mixture of embarrassed and… annoyed? Which would be a new personal best for Eddie, considering he’s done nothing to piss him off save for just sitting on the ground. “I didn’t know you were here, dude.”

“Yeah, that’s kinda the idea,” Eddie waves his hands in explanation, “welcome to my hiding spot.”

Steve scoffs. “Not much of a hiding spot if I found it.”

It comes out a little petty, sure, but nothing major, Eddie thinks; it’s not like Steve’s picking a fight.

“What’s up with you, man?” he asks lightly.

It’s something he’s pondered more than once over the last couple of years, in between the stress of failed tests and the same platitudes in school reports: Eddie must apply himself next year; Eddie must try harder; Eddie must…

In the background of it all was the enigma that was Steve Harrington. Eddie had found that you couldn’t not look at him, his eyes drawn to even the most fleeting impressions: walking past the lockers or driving in and out of the school parking lot. Seasons changed—whole damn years changed—and still the question remained: just what on earth is up with Steve Harrington these days?

At least now, asking the question is profoundly less upsetting than it had been last fall, when Eddie silently tracked the progression of bruises healing across Steve’s face—along with Billy Hargrove’s intimidating stare.

“Nothing, I’m just…” Steve sighs. “Didn’t wanna spend forever in the cafeteria when it’s so nice out, but… Honestly?”

“Nah, I’d prefer you lie to me,” Eddie says deadpan, and Steve snorts before sighing again; Eddie almost asks him to read some Tennessee Williams out loud, ‘cause he’s surprisingly got the dramatics for it.

Steve flops down onto the grass, lies right on his back with no concern for his precious hair. “I’m so damn bored, Munson.”

“Gosh, my heart bleeds,” Eddie says. “Puh-lease tell me how hard it is to have passed everything and literally not have a care in the world?”

Steve blinks up at him, frowning. “Shit, are you repeating again?”

He sounds earnest, and there’s something in his phrasing that means Eddie isn’t nearly as defensive as normal—maybe because it’s about repeating again rather than failing.

Eddie lifts up the script in demonstration. “Not exactly reading this for fun, dude.”

“God, I’d take that over gym right now.”

“Okay, you’re bullshitting me. You love gym, Harrington. You, like,” Eddie gestures at Steve’s get-up, “actually make an effort and everything.”

“Not when the semester’s almost over, man. We don’t even have a cover right now, so we’re just left to, like, do whatever, who gives a shit. I’m bored outta my mind.”

“Tragic,” Eddie says—gym without a teacher sounds like a dream; he’d literally just leave. “I’m weeping for you.”

Steve rolls his eyes. But it doesn’t feel like a dismissal, even when he doesn’t reply and just lies back in the grass with another sigh.

So… Eddie mulls it over. What the hell, Steve’s graduating; it’s not like they’ll cross paths after that.

“Bet you can’t run to the woods and back before the bell rings.”

Steve sits up, a gleam of interest in his eyes. He checks his watch. “The bell’s gonna ring in, like, two minutes, Munson.”

“Oh, sorry, I thought you were so bored. Well, if you’re not up to the challenge—”

“No, no,” Steve says, standing up. “I didn’t say that.” He actually gets into position like he’s on the running track, looks at Eddie expectantly.

Eddie covers his bemusement with theatrics; he mimes firing a starting pistol.

And… shit, Steve Harrington can run.

Objectively, it’s not like it’s a surprise; he wasn’t exactly bringing up the rear in the swim and basketball teams. Still, it’s one thing knowing it, another to see it up close like this.

Eddie puts his book back in his bag, watching as Steve disappears from view. Reluctantly, he edges away from the hill—if he doesn’t, he’ll risk being late for class again by the time he walks over, and… He thinks of ‘86, what has to be his third time lucky. Start as you mean to go on, and all that.

Eddie turns back to look. Sure enough, Steve comes sprinting out of the woods, racing up to the hill right as the bell rings.

“Still counts, Munson!” he calls, a little breathless.

And Eddie knows that he’s not really solved the mystery of what’s going on with Steve Harrington.

What he does know is that Steve is smiling as he raises a fist in victory, the sun turning his hair golden for just a moment; he looks utterly free—as he should be, graduation’s right around the corner.

And Eddie can’t begrudge him that.

”Inspirational,” he shouts, cupping a hand around his mouth as he walks backwards. “I’ll get John Hughes on the phone, stat.”

The bell stops. Eddie turns around before he can trip on his own feet.

He’s getting closer to the school building now, can feel the change in the air, cliques unwillingly disbanding as teachers move them on.

But as he heads to class, Eddie faintly hears evidence that the moment hasn’t been broken entirely: Steve Harrington’s laughter, drifting across on the wind.

[clockwayswrites]

A Broken Sort of Normal Part 11

WC 1326, Masterpost CW: anxiety

“Hey, kid,” Flash the older said as he raced up beside Danny.

“Still not a kid, old man,” Danny replied. It was already a well worn argument by this point after several dinners or weekend meals over at the Flash’s household. Sure it was used before that, but once Danny had started seeing Barry out of the mask, he’d only been worse about it. Danny guessed it was their thing now. It was weird to have ‘things’ again with people, but a good sort of weird.

“Still not an old man, kid. I’m not even a grandpa yet!”

Danny almost dropped the tablet he was working on. Barry didn’t have any kids, not aside from Wally who might as well count. Did that mean…?

“I’d tell you to watch your sass in your new position,” Barry continued, unaware or uncaring of Danny’s sudden crisis about the idea of children, “but one, I’d be a hypocrite and two, it’s a solid third of the reason I recommended you.”

“Well, that’s good because the sass isn’t going awa— wait, what new position?”

Barry grinned under his mask in a way that just felt dangerous. Not, like, dangerous in general, but dangerous for Danny who was the focus of that smile. “You’ll see. Flash Two will pick you up Monday at nine am. Don’t worry, you’re cleared off work already.”

“Fla— and he’s gone. That’s great. What the fuck,” Danny said to himself. It was a struggle to focus on finishing up the post event check in and then his reports and then going over his team’s report and then some more paperwork, but Danny managed. As soon as he got home he was immediately was texting Wally.

After the Reveal, Danny had gotten Wally’s civilian number too, but there were strict rules for using that number. Danny understood the caution. Apparently the first number he had been given was encrypted by Batman’s crew, which was crazy to think about, even when he was dating a Flash, so there were less rules other than no civilian names. Just for the ease of it, Danny mostly stuck to the old number unless they were planning a purely civilian date. Or if Danny wanted to say things that he knew would make Wally blush. Things Danny would very much never want anyone else to read. They may have mostly kept to kissing in person, but teasing Wally was just too much fun.

Danny: Why is Big!Flash having you pick me up on Monday??? What did he mean about a ‘new position’?????? I like my job! FLASH!

Quick Boy: You’ve got to give me a second to answer, dude!

Danny: You’re supposed to be fast. 😑

Quick Boy: Who’s always telling me electrical signals can only move so fast?

Danny: FLASH 🤬

Quick Boy: Sorry, babe, I’m not allowed to tell! But you’ll love it! Promise!

Danny: 🥺

Quick Boy: Don’t make those eyes at me! Trust me, babe, just wait until Monday.

Danny: Fine. But know I’m pouting.

Quick Boy: 😭

Danny behaved. He didn’t bother for updates. He sent more cats dressed as Justice League members and finished off the last Percy Jackson book, sending Wally updates along the way. But the whole weekend the fact that he apparently had a new job he knew nothing about and would be taken to Monday churned in the back of his mind.

It made him anxious in a way that he hadn’t been since he left Amity Park for Central city.

He didn’t much like it.

-

“Please at least tell me that I’m dressed fine for this new job?” Danny asked when he opened the door to Wally’s knock.

He didn’t really have many other options if Wally said no, he already had on his best dark jeans, cleanest boots, and his new cross body bag. He might have a button up shirt he could change into instead of the long sleeve one he was in, but that was as good as it was going to get. He just didn’t have business casual clothes with the jobs he had.

“You look fine,” Wally said.

“Not exactly a supersuit,” Danny said with a sigh, taking in Wally’s uniform.

Wally pressed a quick kiss to Danny’s cheek. “Not the kind of hero you are.”

That was something Wally had been doing, insisting that Danny was a hero. Whenever he protested, it only seemed to make Wally more insistent so Danny mostly let it be. Plus, the cute smile Wally got for ‘winning’ was nice to see.

It was gracing Wally’s lips now as Danny stepped out of his apartment, locked the door, and shoved the keys securely in his bag. One lost set of keys due to super speed was enough to make sure they were safely clipped in from then on.

“Okay. Right, let’s get this over with.”

“It’s a good thing,” Wally insisted as he squatted down for Danny to climb onto his back, “not your execution or anything.”

“I just don’t like not knowing,” Danny said.

“You love surprises.”

“Little surprises like picnics and presents, not life changing ones.”

“You’ll love it,” Wally insisted and then they were off.

-

“I’ll love an abandoned warehouse?”

“Apparently abandoned warehouse,” Wally stressed with a wave of his hands, like he was a two-bit magician.

“Convincing appearance. Once again, Flash, it’s a good thing you’re a hero because this as serial killer vibes.”

The windows were blacked out. There was a heavy layer of dust on most surfaces. The stairs to the foreman office were long rusted away. It was a mess.

But there was that feeling of being watched that crawled up Danny’s spine. None of the dust actually moved as they crossed the floor over to Barry. And the doors were either welded shut or solidly reinforced.

“Ready kids?” Barry asked.

“Still not kids,” Danny replied almost absently.

“Still don’t care!” Barry pressed one of the bricks on the wall and the whole thing shuddered and pulled back like some massive pocket door to reveal a… a portal behind the wall.

“Ta-da!” Wally said, complete with jazz hands.

Danny couldn’t tear his eyes away from the portal to look at him.

Did they know? Was this…?

“Danny?”

“What?” Danny started, forcing himself to look over at Wally who was beside him again.

“You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Danny winced. He just couldn’t hold back the twitch of his body at that word. “Sorry. Um, so what is that?”

“A Zeta tube, it’s how we travel to the Justice League. It’s like a transporter,” Barry explained.

Okay, right, not a portal to the Ghost Zone. No one knew. He was safe. Danny closed his eyes. It was just a transporter that looked a lot like a portal.

Wally rested his hand on Danny’s arm and Danny almost jumped from the light touch. “Babe?”

“Um, remember how I told you there was an accident in my parent’s lab when I was a kid? Yeah, um, sorta similar look, is all. It just freaked me out for a moment.”

"Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” Wally said. He squeezed Danny’s arm gently.

“No way you could have known. Who has a phobia over portals, right?” Danny said as he summoned his best attempt at a smile for Wally.

“Are you okay to…” Wally glanced from Danny to the portal nervously.

“I, yes? Can you just explain to me how it will go?” Danny asked. He pressed himself close to Wally, doing what he could to scrape together his frayed nerves. It wasn’t like he hadn’t gone through the actual portal that had killed him all the time. It was just that now all that felt like a lifetime ago, a lifetime no one remembered but him.

“Of course, babe,” Wally said, twining their arms together before he launched into a passionate explanation of the Zeta tubes.

It would be alright.

He could do this.

He had Wally.

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AN: Wally and Barry: We have something so cool to show you! Danny: *has portal based ptsd* ._.

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[secretlyanimmortal]

Yan! Classmate

> tiny note: would swearing count as a warning? it's prtty light too > ~ ms. Chari

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> Remember your first day in middle school? First impressions to new classmates are important! People always said that you give respect to be respected so you waved to your new classmates with a smile. But didn't you know you've sealed your fate the day you walked into that classroom?

> You were so sweet to everyone! Giving free notes you had, sharing stories to relate to people, and even talking to the quiet kids during break so they wouldn't feel left out! > That's at least how you've met him, scribbling on his notebook with stanzas and counting the syllables to his poems. You helped him find a friend group too, joining the literature club, and even making hangouts for you and his friends. > You've even helped in his homeworks and quizzes and he grew in popularity. The school basically knew you guys as a duo till high school. The tight-knit friend duo. > Yeah, but it's high school- what do you think was gonna happen? purely platonic???

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> "Just a friend"? Yeah right! Have you seen how his voice is more gentle when you're near? or how his eyes look at you softer than any other person he's met? You were cute too > It all changed when this one guy- wait how did he get your details? did you like this stranger? he isn't even from our school! why would you even interact with a weirdo-

> He's being distant from you, weird. Hey, at least he has a friend group he talks to, right? Even the teachers were asking you where your best friend was at this point, maybe he's just having a hard day. or week, or month.

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> You felt eyes staring directly into your soul, maybe you did something wrong? Seen after seen message- you felt incomplete without your buddy. > No worries! you have many friends- why are they ignoring you too- what's with the whispering when you walk? the peering eyes and the scowls on their faces when you smile past- this is getting too out of hand > One day, you were chatting with the guy that got your number, when your best friend classmate texted you. > Heyo dudez! whats up? > is it true? > wahts tru? > that you've been sharing school secrets to another school? > wtf NO!!!! whu would sy that??? > nothing, it's just that ur probably gonna get reported next week to the principal > wait who said that i was sharing anything?

> Hello??? dude.... is that why everyone is ignoring me?

> ??? hellO??!?!??#

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> Turns out, you've been the perfect victim to be framed of sharing private school information since you've been talking to that guy from another school. > You beg the principal, showing all of your messages even, yet they didn't believe you. Who would be this good at knowing how you chat? Why would anyone want you to be suspended anyways? > Great, now you're forced into your room, crying with your knees to your chest. Your parents didn't even care anymore- they just said you were grounded (they didn't even take your phone). > It's fine, you can talk to- wait why was he ignoring your calls? maybe he was having a festival at his school or a- > Oh he blocked you... > Well- now your alone. Stuck in your room for two weeks, your social life and battery completely destroyed, and your reputation ruined. > DING! > Yo are ya doing okay? heard u were suspended. > I can stay with u if you're not doing okay, u can vent to me

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ > hhhhhhhgggggg should i even make a prt 2 for this? i haven't finished prt 2 for my yan!rival yet > rlly sry every1!!! im too busy Q-Q > ty for reading!! > ms. Chari out!

[random-fandom1984]

hello! How are you? I have a question, Optimus is like a dad that doesn’t get sleep so what would happen if he accidentally called someone his son/daughter? It can be any Optimus you want but I’m just curious on what you would think

When I saw this request, it made me think of a certain scene I saw somewhere, and I don't know if it's fine with you or not, but this is scenario

-G1 Op & Mech! Reader-

The scene opens up to the Ark, and there had been a report of a human robbing stores, to which you caught and are now questioning. You appointed yourself to the Human Services Department (That you made up yourself) because you want to help out the humans while the others take care of Decepticons. You were one of the young bots on the ship, Bumblebee being one of them but he's older than you, and your responsible to know not getting into battle with Decepticons will be way over your helm, so you help with evacuating humans from the area. Anyways, back to the scene.

C/n: So, again, your alibi is a Decepticon handed you the gun, made you put your prints on it, robbed the store, and then hid the gun in your underpants? Robber: Well, uh, when you say it like that, it does not sound believable.

C/n looks to the side, suddenly spotting the big man in charge, Optimus Prime.

C/n: Oh, hey, Prime. Did you get my report on the Decepticon sighting near a power plant? Optimus: Yeah, I looked it over. Nice work. C/n: Good. Thanks, Dad.

The moment the words left his intake, everybot and or human - Spike, Sparkplug, Carly, and Chip - in the room and close by in the halls stopped what they were doing, all eyes and optics on you.

C/n: Why is everyone staring at me? Jazz: You just called bossbot "Dad". You said, "Thanks, Dad." C/n: What? No, I didn't. I said, "Thanks, Sir." Optimus: Do you see me as a Sire-figure, C/n? C/n: No. If anything, I see you as a bother-figure because you're always bothering me. Prowl: C/n! Show your Sire some respect! C/n: I didn't call him Dad! Optimus: No, no, no, no, C/n. I take it as a compliment.

Spike: It's not a big deal. I called Carly "Mom" once, and she's my girlfriend. C/n: Guys, jump on that! Spike has psycho-sexual issues. Bumblebee: Old news. But you calling Optimus Daddy- C/n: Hey, "Daddy" is not on the table here. Robber: But you did call him "Dad", dude. C/n: You shut up. You've done nothing but lie since you got here. Robber: All right, all right, I was lying about the holdup. But the dad thing, that happened.

C/n then jumped from his seat, a confident expression on his faceplate, pointing to the Robber.

C/n: Aha! He admitted that his alibi was a lie. It was a trap, all part of my crazy, devious plan. Optimus: I believe you. C/n: Thank you- Optimus: Son.

C/n's lip plate thinned as his optic ridges furrowed, looking to the side as he put his servos on his hip plating, internally screaming in embarrassment.

Optimus: Do you want to talk about it over a... game of catch? C/n: ...I'd like that.

[fannyyann]

Hey, hope you're doing okay. I hope you don't mind me asking, but I am rather new to the mattdrai fandom and I couldn't help but wonder:

Was Matthew really as bad as a lot of fic lead to believe in his earlier hockey years in Calgary? And was he really disliked in the room - where there rumours like that? So many fics build on this premise, and seeing him now in Florida and hearing all the nice things his teammates say about him and seeing the things he does himself and the insane good hockey he plays... it's hard to believe.

It's so strange also that it's so rarely mentioned that Leon was the one to be sent down to the minors, not Matthew.

Plus what I don't get: matthew is a lot hotter than Leon? why is it always told like Leon is the hottest dude on earth while Matthew is nothing? comparing early pics and pics from now... it's just not true? Leon looks good, a bit bland IMO, but Matthew is and was just hot in a very unique and special way. maybe because he isn't that bland generic good looking Leon is? But good looking in a special way? so that got a lot longer than I thought it would, hope you don't mind the ask.

i don't mind you asking at all! this is basically my roman empire so MY apologies if this gets unwieldy but i have FEELINGS about matthew's early fic portrayal lmao

in his six years on the flames, matthew was always one of the top five scorers.

his rookie year, he was sixth in rookie scoring

the season he was picked for his first ASG, the flames were 16th in the league at the time all star rosters were announced and matthew was their top scorer.

so it's not like he was the best player from a bottom of the league team or going because he was the home town boy, he was a playoff team's best player (both at the asg break and when the season was eventually suspended because of covid).

and even in his career worst year (2020-2022), he ended the year as their third best scorer and only six points behind johnny (the leader). and as one of calgary's beat reporters said in his end of the year review, Matthew was "good, but not quite as good as the Flames needed him to be."

so i've never really understood why people were portraying him like that either and still haven't figure out if most of it was unreliable narrator kind of stuff or if some authors actually thought he was bad before he had his breakout season, but it doesn't reflect reality.

as for him being disliked in calgary, that all stems from jake muzzin flipping the puck at him, and the subsequent players only meeting that took place after it, in which matthew allegedly told the team he was upset they didn't join him in the scrum after and he was then told him it can't be a riot every night.

before that there were never any rumors that i'm aware of that he was unliked in the room, and in 2019 gio, who most people tend to think is the one who told matthew to tone it down, said this about another players only meeting:

so while the 2021 players only meeting was a story because matthew wasn't playing like his usual self afterward, i've never thought it was indicative of him not being liked by his teammates. and honestly, you have to take it all with a grain of salt anyway because while guys obviously bullshit the media, at the practice after the players only meeting guys talked about how there was a general lack of emotion, and how they came out there trying to have fun with each other and put it behind them, and in the postgame the next night, gio specifically sites getting into scrums and mixing it up when asked how much more emotion they played with in that win compared to earlier losses, so if mixing it up was good the very next night, the math doesn't quite add up, yk?

but johnny did confirm in his spittin chiclets appearance about two weeks after the muzzin incident that matthew was pissed after they left him out to dry that night, and when asked about matthew's struggles that season darryl sutter said matthew needed to, and would, get back to playing to his identity, so the whole cause and effect of the muzzin incident on matthew's play that season isn't completely unfounded, but i do think multiple guys saying the team needed to play with more emotion, johnny saying in the chiclets episode that the guys skating off didn't find out about the puck flip until they saw it on sportsnet and saying he felt bad about it, and the new coach coming in and getting matthew to play back to his style shows that it wasn't as personal as it was made out to be.

anyway, the flames may not have be as tight knit as the panthers are, but matthew had his people there. he's bffs with hanifin and his friendship with sam bennett is part of what drew him to florida. johnny always says great things about him, blake coleman called him the heartbeat of the team, and was such an important voice in the room that the flames suffered when he and gudbranson were no longer around to tell sutter to chill the fuck out when he was being too hard on guys in the room.

he probably wasn't close with every teammate, most people aren't friends with all their coworkers, but he wasn't some sort of loner in that locker room.

as for the looks, that's all down to personal preference. leon is definitely very conventionally attractive and while matthew has definitely glowed up in the last few seasons, he was by no means ugly. i wouldn't even say he's really unconventionally attractive either. he's got a good face and was a cute teen and people who are like "oh no i find matthew tkachuk attractive now" have literally never made sense to me. but again! personal preference and all that.

again, my apologies if you weren't looking for THIS MUCH of an answer to your question but this isn't even all the sources i pulled up when i first got this ask so i did TRY to keep it short lol

[3liza]

a guy with nothing on his blog called charlessomethingsomething just followed me and only me, sent me a series of messages saying he had been reading my posts for a while and wanted to talk to me etc that didn't SOUND like bot writing but who knows (average DM of this type from an actual human man does not pass the Turing test), so I asked him which came first, ranch or cool ranch, and he's completely vanished. presumably he either blocked me or deleted or was a bot that got reported to death. but 1. I have never gotten a spam bot message me ever (except the past week possibly but different post) and 2. I think(?) a bot would have replied with some GPT nonsense right away instead of letting a question sit in their inbox for hours so I think it was probably a real person who couldn't take the heat.

anyway whether Charles was a bot or not, it got me thinking because I've had more interactions with men like this than any other kind. you have GOT to work on your game if a little 2010s meme nonsense completely derails your attack. I'm not a valid DM-slide target because I'm not on here for dick, myself, but like if I WAS, you're not going to get anywhere just bailing out the first time someone says something silly to you. (sitting backwards in my chair and slapping the back of my hand into the palm of my other hand) listen to me. flirting works on community improv theater rules. you have to be ready to take that pass from left field and run with it. and if I WERE on here for dick I would disqualify applicants who couldn't keep up with clowning. I not only let him hit if he's goofy, i and many others will actively prevent him from hitting if he isn't. on Tumblr you don't have nice forearms or a good shower routine, you're just a thirsty dude with a dumb username and ALL you have is the bants, so they better be good. sorry

[the-queen-and-the-king]

Just a booty call - 4

Summary: It's Emily's birthday and amongst all her guests, there is one in particular who will give her a very special gift.

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss

Contents: explicit smut, mention of car sex and masturbation, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (don't do that!), breeding kink (kind of) NSFW/MINORS DNI

This text is a try, with a reverse structure compared to the other Hotchniss' AU I'm used to work on. It all starts with a FWB that will evolve into something else (with a certain amount of angst).

PS : English is not my mother language so they are necessarily mistakes. Sorry about that.

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It was her birthday. She'd gathered all her friends at home for the occasion, including those who didn't work for the FBI, and everyone seemed to be having a good time. She'd been given lots of presents and felt lucky to have so many people around her. But there was one guest who drew her attention more than all the others. Whenever she had the chance, she watched him out of the corner of her eye, admiring his long black eyelashes, the straight bridge of his nose, his discreet smile and his strong hands. She would have liked to squint at more parts of his anatomy, but he was wearing a suit that hid his form.

                Since the party at Dave's, they'd agreed to agree to nothing. They'd set no rules, no ultimatums, no goals. They were free to go elsewhere or to remain faithful to each other, but when the mood took them, they got together to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh, in his or her home. At least, that's what they had decided. Except that since this relapse, they had only given in once, during an investigation again. On their way back from interviewing witnesses, they had stopped in a deserted spot and she had energetically straddled him in the back seat of the SUV. They'd cum one after the other, stayed nested until they'd caught their breath, then dressed decently and resumed their journey as if nothing had happened.

                According to rumors, no one suspected anything about them. This suited both of them, but didn't seem to motivate Hotch to repeat their embrace for all that. Unlike her, he seemed content with the occasional romp. It made her wonder if he really wanted her. If she doubted his attraction for her, she didn't doubt her attraction for him. He always made such an impression on her. She continued to dream of him climbing on her in unlikely places and regularly masturbated thinking about him. She'd even slept with a dude passing by, imagining he was the one venturing between her thighs. The guy hadn't appreciated being called "Aaron" while she was having it off.

                She didn't care. The only thing that mattered to her was that she should always be in her boss's favor. Because yes, Hotch was still her superior, who gave her orders, corrected her investigation reports and reminded her of her more or less conscious oversights. And, as with the other agents in the unit, he spared her nothing. Which must explain why none of her counterparts noticed the concupiscent glances she sometimes cast in his direction. And, although more cautious, she had more than once felt his gaze on her when he was at her side or walking in her footsteps. He was leering into her cleavage and checking out her asses, she was sure.

                A lightning bolt in her chest made her lift her head from the cocktail and put one foot back in reality. Her instincts had just alerted her to danger. She scanned her surroundings, analyzing the crowd around her, and met the giant's dark irises. He stood back from the guests, glass in hand, and watched her without blinking. He was too far away for her to read his micro-expressions – the only way, most of the time, to know what was going on behind that inexpressive face – but she did notice the sneer at the corner of his lips. And she knew what that meant. He was hungry. She held his steely gaze, smiled, and with a slight shake of her head, pointed to the upper floor where her room was.  

                The gifts had been distributed, the cake shared, and no one was really paying attention to her anymore. So Emily was able to slip through the crowd without being stopped or questioned. She climbed the stairs as naturally as possible, entered her bedroom and placed her glass on the bedside table. To speed things up, she removed her panties and abandoned them ostentatiously on the carpet. Sitting on the bed, she was more than ready to welcome him into her.

                Hotch entered the room shortly afterwards, spotted her underwear and his smile became more frank, more carnivorous too. He closed the door behind him and approached. She took hold of his face with a certain eagerness and captured his lips, which she had missed for too long. They kissed for a long minute, and then his big hands left her ribs and moved down to her hips, thighs and calves. He grabbed the panel of her dress and gradually pulled it up until she could spread her legs properly. He had dropped to his knees in the meantime, and took one last look at her before diving headfirst between her thighs.

                His lips enveloped her clitoris and the tip of his tongue delicately caressed her bud. A wave of pleasure swept through her, and she closed her eyes and flopped onto the mattress, enjoying this impromptu treat. Without hurrying, he left his partner's most erogenous zone to venture along her intimate ridges. He flew over the large ones, lingered on the small ones and repeatedly wormed his way into the cavity. He returned to her touch-sensitive button, which he titillated making her moan, then returned to his meticulous exploration. And he lapped up, again and again, all the nectar her fevered body produced.

                She wanted to scream out his name, to clutch at his hair, but didn't dare – not to attract the attention of her guests, despite the music blaring in their ears, and because she was afraid of hurting him. She held back, bit her lower lip, clutched her comforter and nearest pillow, and whimpered. Pleasure was rising in her now at full speed, each kiss, each lick, projecting her a little closer to ultimate ecstasy. She sighed one, two, five, ten "Aaron's" and came. The orgasm erupted in her lower abdomen and the shockwave spread throughout her body. She vibrated, her legs twitching uncontrollably, and then fell back onto her damp sheets.

                Hotch stood up and placed his hands on either side of her face. He asked about her condition, and she thought she'd replied that she was perfectly fine. He smiled and leaned over to kiss her. She took his chin in her hands to keep it a little closer to her.

“Are you hard?” she remarked, feeling his sex against her thigh.

“Yes,” he confirmed, a little bit embarrassed.

She caught her benefactor's lips again, and then slid a hand down to his pants to unzip them. He quickly understood what she wanted and finished the job himself. He stripped down to the bare essentials, and then entered her without delay. He ejaculated immediately afterwards, a moan of satisfaction beyond his control.

                They kissed again, put on their clothes and parted. He returned to the floor below to mingle with the crowd, while she remained in her room. Sitting on her bed, she smiled, euphoric. Her boss had just deposited his seed inside her after weeks without touching her, and she considered it the most beautiful of her birthday presents.

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First chapter >> https://www.tumblr.com/the-queen-and-the-king/757694774493986816/just-a-booty-call-1?source=share

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[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

could i request some chris pontius or steveo x shy reader? where maybe it's her first day on set and she like works in makeup and he's just flirting w her making a blushing mess lol tysm

Cat and Mouse

Y/N gets her first real job and gets caught up in a romance she could have never imagined!

Steve-O X Fem!Reader

(Fluff)

2.8k Words

Warnings: Suggestive content, slowburn, flirting, teasing, crude language, drinking, accidental injuries, praise, stalkerish behavior from Y/N if you squint

An: Thank you so much for the request!! Finals hav been kicking my ass lately but I somehow managed to crank this one out XD There’s something about the dynamic of this fic that just enchanted me and I would be more than happy to write this kind of fic for some of the other guys! I’d especially love to see what would play out with Johnny, but maybe that’s a little self indulgent X) Anyways, as always, my requests are open and I’m still accepting fic requests for my 100 follower special, so keep sending them in!! I have a few good ones of my own coming down the pipeline so keep your eye out! ;)

It was your first day on set, so it was understandable that you were nervous as you walked into the trailer on the Paramount lot, your makeup kit in tow. All you were told when you first got the job was where you would report to and that you would be working on a movie set- that’s it. Kinda sketchy but hey, maybe it’s a privacy thing. It was just you in the makeup trailer as you collected yourself, taking a deep breath as you flipped the bright white vanity lights on and started to set up your gear on the counter.

You were so immersed with arranging brushes and products that you didn’t even hear the trailer door open as your client walked in, only being alerted to his presence as you felt the foldy director’s chair he was sitting in shift a little as he took a seat. Holy shit. Speechless, you blinked a few times, trying to register who you were looking at- not that you didn’t know him, it’s just this was too good to not be some dream. “Are- are you Steve- O?” He chuckled, flashing you that boyish smile as he sat back in his chair, “In the flesh, baby.”

It was about then when you realized that maybe you were leaning a little too close to him- your boobs were practically squished against the back of his head. He didn’t seem to be that bothered by it, not looking upset in the slightest as you stepped away, blushing. It would be impossible to deny that you’d had a crush on Steve ever since you saw him on TV, back when he was swallowing goldfish for a living, and this first impression wasn't helping the feelings that stirred inside of you.

Trying to distract yourself, you grabbed a shade of concealer that looked like it matched his skin tone to cover up the blotchy mauve shiner that covered nearly a quarter of his face- a product of a movie star lifestyle you could only dream of. “Hey, don’t worry about it.” Steve gestured to the glaring mark with a finger, his voice low, “Kinda wanna keep it there. Looks pretty rad, y’know?” You nodded, the only response your body could give, your eyes wide. He seemed so cool, so calm in comparison to his usual obnoxious stunt dude behavior.

And so you continued with what you were being paid to do, trying your damnedest to stay professional. This was hard, especially when you needed to lean in towards him, maybe four inches away from Steve’s face, tilting his chin up with your left hand to get the angle you needed to look at something or other. Of course, he wasn’t making it easy for you with how he kept catching your gaze the whole time with those sweet eyes of his. Part of you was a little pissed off- what gives him the right to do this? To make you all flustered with nothing but a look- but another part of you was maybe a little too excited at all of this.

A few minutes in the same room as him and you were already wrapped around his finger. Hell, you weren't in the slightest turned off when you caught him stealing glances down your shirt when he thought you weren’t paying attention. Weirdly, you found that kind of endearing, maybe even attractive. Those five minutes in the makeup trailer felt like an eternity and you breathed a sigh of relief as you stood up after you finished your job. Turning around, you went to zip up your case when you heard something behind you, “Hey, what’s your name, makeup lady?” Your heart jumped a little when he spoke up, his raspy voice barely above a whisper. You whipped around, nearly nose to nose with Steve as you avoided looking at him as much as you could, concealing your pink face, “My name’s Y/N.”

You couldn’t see it, but there was a little glint in Steve’s eye when he realized just how much he was affecting you. “Well,” His voice took on a slightly different tone, “I guess I’ll be seeing you around, Y/N.” And just like that, he was gone out the trailer door that he didn’t bother to close on his way out.

And you wished it ended there- that you could just be left alone with your silly schoolgirl crush on the cool movie star, but of course it didn’t. It couldn’t. Of all places, it happened in the white food tent around lunch time. You were going down the line of fold up tables, picking through what the catering services had brought in those silver aluminum pans- chicken, some vedgie thing, and some crinkle fries- when you heard someone call to you from a ways back, “Hey, makeup lady!” Assuming it was some production supervisor (they never seemed to respect you), you rolled your eyes, not even looking back as you replied, “I have a name, you know.”

“Oh yeah! Shit, what was it…Y/N!” Your heart sank when you realized who it was as they slipped in next to you in line. Steve seemed totally unphased, still as friendly as he was before but with a suggestive tone in his voice that made you shiver, “So, how’s your first day goin’? Everyone nice?” He didn’t take anything from the trays as he moved along, seemingly only there to talk to you, “If not, I’ll totally kick their ass.” You hoped Steve didn’t notice how much your hands were shaking as you nodded and smiled, hiding the warmth on your cheeks as you speed walked away with half a plate of food.

He wore that smug ass look on his face with pride as he sat down at the table with the guys like he just won the Super Bowl. Understandably, they were a little confused at his bravado. Johnny wasn't impressed, “What the hell was that?” Steve just grinned as he took a sip of his beer, shooting a glance over to where you were sitting with your back turned to not look conspicuous, “That chick’s in love with me. Watch.” Steve turned his head back and just as he did, you whipped around almost on command to try and catch a glimpse of him with that needy look in your eyes like a lost puppy. Unbelievable. Of course, all the guys besides Steve immediately turned towards you and made eye contact. Faced with this, you were a deer in the headlights, and quickly returned to your food.

Bam chuckled, a sly grin spreading across his lips, “Dude, if she’s got the hots for you that bad, you gotta get that ass!” He spoke as if he was some experienced playboy, but he had no clue. It’s not just about sex- there was a lot more to whatever it was that was going on between Steve and the makeup girl. When broken down, the two of you really wanted the exact same thing, the only difference was that she was too shy to admit it and he wasn’t. It evolved into a hunt- a cat and mouse game. This was more than getting ass. “Whatever, Bam.” Steve rolled his eyes. Ryan leaned to one side to get a better look at you, “Oh yeah- you gotta tap that.” Johnny cracked up at his bluntness and Pontius simply shoveled a bite of food into his mouth, flipping Steve a thumbs up.

You knew it was in violation of your contract but something you weren't proud of inside you compelled you to do it. On the lazy afternoons you weren't doing makeup but you were still on the clock, you found yourself snooping around the set in hope of getting a glimpse of Steve. It wasn't a tall order to blend in with the nameless PAs and set people, so you mostly went unnoticed, ducking behind corners and slipping into empty dressing rooms. Every time you saw Steve chatting with the guys with a beer in hand, or in the middle of a stunt if you were lucky, you had to hold yourself back from giggling like a teenage girl. However, it wasn't always that easy to get your fix.

This routine went on without any hiccups for about a week before a problem was presented. Filming was outside for a stunt involving the Three 6 Mafia, but the dense summer heat was pushed completely out of your mind as you peeked out from behind a white trailer. There, in front of all the cameras, was Dave, Bam, and Steve, filming some bit where Dave eats horse shit. All vomiting aside, the only thing you could see was how cute Steve looked in the little farmer’s outfit that the costume department whipped up. Sweat glistened on his skin under the midday sun as he took off his straw hat, using it to fan himself. It’s rare for a guy to be able to pull off the overalls no shirt look, but he certainly could. Damn.

But just as you were thinking about how you wouldnt mind shucking his corn, you accidentally made eye contact with Bam. Oh shit. There wasn't a way in hell that he didn’t see you. You hadn’t even noticed that you were steadily creeping out from your hiding place until you were far from the safety of the trailer wall, so, acting on prey animal instincts, you ducked behind the nearest object.

“Hmm?” It was only then that you noticed what you ducked behind was a man- Ryan, to be specific. God, if this could get any worse. Drink in hand, he just raised an eyebrow, looking down at the strange scene- you, crouching behind his foldy chair, “Makeup lady?” Oh, you were screwed. You could feel your fingers go numb as you panicked, your fight or flight instincts kicking in as you skirted away, your heart beating out of your chest. Ryan shrugged, taking a sip of his beer.

It was embarrassing how flustered you got around Steve but you just couldn’t help it. You had a lot of time to mull over it before you came into work the next day and it was apparent; something had to happen or else you were sure you would spontaneously combust. The tension was killing you, but there was no way he’d pay you any mind. Immagine a celebrity like him dating- hell, going on a date- with some makeup artist he met on set. Be reasonable, you thought, cleaning off your brushes idly.

Steve strutted into the makeup trailer, cool as ever, “Hey! How’s my favorite girl doin’?” Your knees felt a little weak under you at his words, holding yourself up with one hand on the back of the chair as he sat down. His favorite. No, no, he didn’t mean it like that. No way he would. “I’m, uh- I’m good, yeah.” You hardly noticed the smirk on his lips as you hurried to distract yourself, busying your hands with your brushes to still their nervous shaking. This was not what you needed this early in the morning.

Suddenly, time froze as you heard the hard thwack of your elbow against the side of Steve’s face. Your jaw fell and you stumbled over your words, hurriedly apologizing at your absentmindedness, “O-oh my god! I am so sorry- I can’t believe-“ He was still a little stunned, the mark on his face reddening, when you realized that you had instinctively reached out, gently touching the soreness on his perfect cheekbone out of concern without realizing what you were doing. It was like lightning shot through your fingertips, traveling up your arm, and your face said it all. Steve just smiled that cute, boyish smile, making eye contact for just a second longer than a person normally would, “Hey, it’s cool. I don’t mind.” You felt the tips of your ears get hot as he winked at you, “But hell, you of all people know how’t touch it up.”

Taking a deep breath, you pushed down all your nerves as you cleared your throat and tried to sound confident as you grabbed something to cover up your blunder, “I really liked your performance yesterday.” It was a vain attempt at small talk, sure, but it was something. He looked up at you, “Oh, did you?” There was a funny tone in Steve’s voice- sweet and kinda teasing- that gave you butterflies in your stomach and made you wonder if you were really as sneaky as you thought you were being, “What part did’y like? The puking or me shovin’ stuff in my ass?”

God, how he laughed when Steve saw how embarrassed you got. Stuttering a bit, you tried to come up with an explanation, but he just waved you off, “Ah, I’m just fuckin’ with ya. But I mean, if you wanna watch sometime,” The euphemism wasn't lost on you and he could practically see the thoughts running through your head as he continued, “I could bring you to check out the set sometime.” All you could do was nod. Oh, he knew. And the worst part was he didn’t care.

Steve chuckled as you practically led him around the set. It was like you knew the place because, well, you did, but he pretended not to know about your little stalker activities. While you were busy, Jeff came up and tapped him on the shoulder, “Hey, dude. Rick needs you- something about that rake jump stunt.” And when you looked back from ogling some camera equipment, Steve was gone.

But from across the set, you met eyes with Chris who smiled at you with that dopey grin you’d seen so many times on tv. One week in and you were still getting starstruck. He walked over to you, striking up a conversation, “Hey, Y/N! You know what I heard?” Chris leaned in towards you like he was gonna tell you a secret, shooting a nod towards Steve as he was walking away, “I heard he’s awesome in bed. I mean, that’s what I’ve heard from the ladies.” You could tell that Chris saw this as a perfectly normal conversation topic, but you still got a little flustered, “O-oh, he is?” Chris nodded.

Sitting on camping chairs under one of those fold out tents you see at barbecues, Johnny and Bam watched from afar, cracking open cans of Miller High Life. Bam turned his head to one side like a dog, peering around Chris’ shoulder, “Looks like Pontius is tryin’t steal Steve’s girl.” Johnny chuckled, bringing his can to his lips, “Once he gets his claws in her there’s no way he’ll get her back. We oughta’ go interviene.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a blur of two men who you recognized as Johnny and Bam. Chris waved, “Oh, hey guys! We were just talking about how great Steve is in bed!” He gave Bam a nod, “Isn’t that right?” His eyes went wide for a second before he caught on, “Oh, yeah! He’s, uh- he’s great.” Johnny quirked an eyebrow from behind his sunglasses, “Have you slept with him, Bam?” It was like a Three Stooges bit as Bam rushed to cover his ass, putting his hands up, “No- no! I mean, I heard that he was good.”

“I mean, I’d get it from Chris, but I never expect that from you.” Ignoring Johnny’s teasing, he reached out a hand to you at the perfect time to formally introduce himself, “Hey, I’m Bam. I really like girls.” Eyes wide at all the action that was suddenly happening around you, you just nodded. You couldn’t decide if this was him hitting on you or not when you felt a protective hand on your shoulder as someone spoke from behind you, “Okay, guys. Get lost.” Jumping a little, you turned around and might as well have leapt ten feet off the ground. It was Steve. All the guys joked and dispersed as he spun you around, turning you to face him and that smile that always got to you, “They didn’t say anything bad about me, did they?” You fiddled with one of your nails, looking anywhere but his face as you joked back to try and ease the tension, “Oh, on the contrary!”

Steve smiled, leaning a little bit closer to you as the low tone of his voice slipped into nearly a whisper, “I’m gonna be honest with ya, Y/N. I really like ya.” The way that he could just go out there and say that with such confidence made you break a sweat, and you were practically glued to the ground you stood on as he nearly whispered into your ear, “Let’s get drinks sometime, yeah?” All you could do was nod in response.

[anisespice]

It’s always been known as the Dragon’s Keep.

A stone-walled prison guarded by a ferocious, fire-breathing monster with an insatiable appetite for death and destruction, a keeper of all things valuable. Stories were spread far and wide about the greedy creatures, terrorizing lands and snatching princesses right from their homes. In the keep, she will remain trapped in the highest room of its tallest tower, no means of escape for she was now a part of the never-ending collection.

That is until the arrival of her prince, her knight in shining armor, who’d slay the beast with a courageous thrust of his mighty sword, piercing through its heart in exchange for another. She’d be rescued from an eternity of loneliness, riding off into the sunset with her true love—A happily ever after. The End.

Fairytales. Propaganda, more like.

Even when he was just a wee hatchling, IWAIZUMI knew better than to believe the falsities spread by ignorant non-magicals. No matter if they raised their pitch forks and torches till their arms grew numb, he was taught to wear his scales with pride. Dragons weren’t ferocious or greedy, they never stole nor snatched neither gem or damsel.

They were protectors.

Gentle beasts who roamed Mother Earth to bask in her warmth and enjoy the fruits of her labor. Villagers would sought out their caves for refuge against harsh winters as guests, not as hostages. Princess’s fled unwanted betrothals to hide in their tallest tower by their own free will, not stripped from their beds in the dead of night to be doomed to eternal loneliness.

Iwa wasn’t certain how the rumors began, or why. He didn’t care—Their opinions meant little to nothing to the dragon shifter. One thing was for certain, “They’re a sickness. Nothing short of a plague on our kind, and by allowing them to live it would only mean our demise.”

But, his sentiment fell upon deaf ears. Oikawa hummed absentmindedly, too busy messing with his hair using a gold-encrusted spoon as a mirror. No matter if the reptile preached until he was blue in the face, his commander wouldn’t yield even if he were paying attention. The brunette’s tail flicked in annoyance, the strong appendage whipped around to whack the fellow shifter in the back of his head.

“Oucha!” Oikawa cried out, spoon dropping on the table with a loud clatter as he used both hands to rub away the pain in his now throbbing skull. “What was that for?!”

“Have you not heard a single goddamn word I’ve said?!” Iwa bellowed, making the other wince at the volume with his developing headache.

“Can’t really hear much of anything with a concussion, y’know…”

“The younglings returned from scouting, they’ve reported human activity near one of our northern territories. We’re not certain what they’re up to, but it can’t be anything good.”

He practically shoved the scroll into Oikawa’s chest. He grunts at the force, shoots his second-in-command a half-hearted glare before taking a glance at the report. Skimming through it he pursed his lips before looking back at Iwa, wearing an expression that didn’t take long to piss the other shifter off.

Iwa glared. “What?”

“Oh, nothing.”

“What?”

“Just this...this teenie, tiny little thing, no big deal, just couldn’t help but notice-”

“Spit it out, Shitty-kawa.”

Oikawa flipped the scroll around, pointing at a particular section of the report. “[_____]’s been crossed out. Pretty sure she’s a human. Which, according to your logic, would make her dangerous. Right?”

Iwa attempted to remain neutral, but the slight flick in his tail was enough answer for the commander’s suspicions. Not to mention, the pink hue now dusting across his cheeks. “She is the only exception.”

“Uh huh. Seriously, dude, you gotta drop this radical agenda of yours because I’m certain trying to wipe out her whole species would be considered a huge turn off.”

“Shut up, you don’t know what you’re talking about. She understands my goal, we even share the same opinions.”

“Really? Such as?”

“We both agree that humans are selfish creatures fueled by fear and greed. They despise anything they don’t understand, and destroy what they can’t control. That is why they’ve painted us to be the monsters in their stories—Makes their evil deeds feel justified.”

Oikawa nodded, unconvinced. “Fascinating. What else?”

Iwa huffed, arms crossed. “We also agree that without human interference, we’d be able to restore balance in nature. Migrations would go undisturbed, vegetation would thrive due to the forests no longer being stripped of its resources—We would have a fresh start.”

“Mhm. And, does she also share your sentiments on genocide, or were you planning on shoehorning in that part of your goal to her?”

There’s a brief silence. Both dragons merely stared at one another.

“Tsk.” Was Iwa’s only response.

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[harlowtales]

Tonight was THE night. Jack was having a private Private Garden after party and somehow one of your friends got some strings pulled to get in. Even though you didn’t really look it you were older than them and although you loved Jack, you weren’t sure you wanted to go to an after party with a bunch of kids. You had your fun at the show, but your friends dragged you out past your bedtime when you’d rather be curled up with a good book. Leaning against a wall in a dark corner of the party Jack’s friend Phil spotted you and went to report to Sunni and the guys that “a real baddie” had walked in. “Dude.” Phil told Sunni already a little tipsy “Something real fucking sweet just walked in.”

“Oh yeah?” Sunni said “Where…oh shit” he said when Phil pointed you out to him. “Thanks for letting me know, I’ll take it from here.” He said checking his breath.

“Um I think I got this.” Urban said stepping in front of Phil and Sunni. Jack hadn’t arrived yet.

You had you hair in a sleek ponytail with cute baggy jeans, a Jack Harlow tshirt and New Balance sneakers. Your friends criticized you for dressing so “old skool” but the guys were really digging it.

Suddenly the lights went dimmer and you joined your friends on the dance floor. Jack entered the party and immediately you were pointed out to him because everyone was talking about you. All the girls were dressed up but you. You looked fresh and cute but really you just wanted to enjoy the show and weren’t too concerned about what you were wearing. You had on your fave perfume and earrings so nothing else mattered. Jack could see everyone wanted a piece of you. Talk behind the DJ booth was who had dibs. He hung back a bit and waited to see what would happen. He was the alpha male there so wasn’t too concerned things would eventually work in his best interests. He decided to let his boys get worked up about you and then make his move.

“Shout out to girls that wear concert T’s and baggy jeans.” He said into the mic as he started to spin his own tracks and half-perform the songs. Up this close he was much better looking than you even thought and very tall. You had no idea what was transpiring behind the DJ booth. You blushed when he said that.

“I think there’s a room in the back…” Copeland said

“Naw I ain’t fucking nobody with y’all around. You will definitely feel insecure because of my massive dick and that wouldn’t be fair.” Phil said with a straight face. Out of all the guys he was not the one that pulled all the ladies as he was ginger and chubby.

Trap Steve chimed in “I can’t believe I’m saying this but I agree with Phil. I say we go at it one-by-one and no shady shit like making her wasted. She says no and all bets are off.”

PART 2

“Hey.” You heard a deep south smooth as bourbon voice say to you.

You turned around to see Urban looking at you like a whole snack but he was warm and friendly. Any other guy you probably would’ve rolled your eyes. “Hey.” Is all you could manage to say back.

He was even more handsome in person with a T-shirt completely open at the sides exposing his toned body. He flashed a sexy grin. “Where you from?” He asked sweetly

“Not here.” You said cooly. You were leaning against the bar casually sipping your drink trying to process Urban fucking Wyatt talking to you…INTERESTED in you. You had to play this cool.

Urban was instantly turned on by your attitude. He leaned over and whispered in your ear “You want to go somewhere and talk?”

“Naw. I’ve got god with me and he’s telling me things” you said with a smile.

Urban started howling. “Oh I’m going to get to know you better for sure.” He said

The guys saw Urban getting somewhere with you and sent Sunni and Copelan in. “Good evening beautiful” Cope said as he sauntered up to you.

Urban looked them up and down. “Sup fellas.” He said less than enthusiastically. Even though this was part of the plan, Urban took to you right away and was feeling territorial. Sunni took your hand and kissed it. Urban raised an eyebrow.

“Ok fellas I’m not some little twit. What’s the deal?” You said looking right at all of them. There was no way in this club with all these 20 somethings running around in skimpy dresses and BBL’s that they were all about you.

“Ughhh….well…we like your shirt is all.” Phil offered from the side. “Where did you get it.” He said awkwardly.

“Where did I get a Jack Harlow T-shirt?” You asked him “uhhh a Jack Harlow show.” you said making Phil blush in embarrassment. “Look fellas clearly you have some bet going on but I have to get back to my friends.” You were annoyed. Something was up and you didn’t appreciate it.

“Look.” Urban said reaching out and stopping you. You looked at his hand on your arm and felt an electric pulse down into your private space locking eyes with him. “Fellas, can you leave us alone please.”

“Do you trust me to follow me?” He whispered close up to you.

In spite of your best efforts you said “Ok”

Jack was watching all this with that side grin that showed his dimple from the club balcony waiting on Urb to make you comfortable. Urban led you down a hallway. The thumping music and lights were fading the further down the hallway you went. He led you into a room like a green room with a couch, a mini-bar, and a pool table. “You want a drink?” He asked you

“Yes please.” You said softly and politely. He felt himself starting to rise at your softness.

“Here’s the deal.” He said seeing that you were a straight shooter. “We like you. All of us. Even Jack.” He said. You stopped sipping. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “We would make sure you were comfortable and no funny shit. One by one. We want you. You down? We won’t hurt you.”

“What? This what you guys do? No I won’t do that. No way.” You said shaking your head and heading for the door. Urban moved in front of you. You looked up at him locked in this moment where both of you just stared at each other. He took your face in his hands and gently kissed you. He turned up the intensity as he tasted you with his tongue.

You completely let go and your tongue became intertwined with his in a delicious dance. His long curls cascading over you. His full cherry lips were so pillowy drawing you in. “We won’t hurt you.” He said. We need you. I….need you. He said passionately as he rubbed noses with you. We need something fucking real. Tired of the fake shit. Please do this and we will look after you.”

“Urban I….I don’t know this is just.. a lot.” You weakly protested.

“I know but we can’t help what we like and we all want you and we tend to get what we want.” He said now forehead to forehead with you.

“What will happen to me? What about Jack?

“Jack knows and he wants some too.” Urban said.

“You guys think you can just pass me around?” You objected pulling away from him.

“No. One on one. We each treat you right. What do you need from us?” He asked with concern making you melt.

“Umm…I want just…nobody to think anything bad about me if I do this, and I have someone I love in a situation. It would be nice if Jack could help them.” You said honestly all the drinks you had been sipping all night we’re catching up with you.

Urban broke down in laughter thinking it was so amazing you didn’t ask for a shopping spree or something, making him like you more. Him cracking up put you at ease. He knew you were the one for this, and starting to feel maybe for him. The vibe he was catching with you was undeniable. “Listen, please know we’re good guys. Freaky, but we’re not assholes. Let me set this up right. Be right back.” He left you in the room as he wildly texted the guys in the group chat. “It’s a go.” He said

“Drop her off at my hotel later.” Jack texted back. “Need total privacy.”

PART 3

You texted your friends but nobody was paying attention to their phone. They were all dancing and PG was treating them to a good time. Mostly to distract them. You were kind of the loner in the group so they didn’t give much thought to you being gone for a bit. They didn’t even notice their phones lighting up in their purses.

You started to get nervous and walked towards the door. It wasn’t locked, Urban didn’t want you to feel trapped. If he came back and you were gone it was ok by him, but he was starting to like you. Just as your hand was on the knob a couple people that work with PG knocked to come in and brought a whole set up. Large floor pillows, flowers, candles, chocolate covered strawberries, a full meal, a case of Phocus, a bottle of champagne with a few glasses, and a gift bag they handed to you. In the bag was some lingerie, a card from Jack and a hotel card-key. “You’re our princess, see you later.” The card said. Just then you got an email on your phone. It was an NDA. You knew the deal with Jack and signed it.

“How did he know my size?” You wondered and marvelled at how fast all this came together. You noticed you missed something in the bag…a blindfold and a silk black necktie. You gulped hard and hoped they would look after you like they said.

“So who goes first?” Trap Steve said as they we’re trying to figure this out in the noisy VIP area.

“Can I?” A shy voice said. It was Phil.

“That’s a great idea.” Urban said, and mostly because he wasn’t jealous of Phil. “You’ll make her more comfortable than any of us. Make her laugh. She ummm…she has a great laugh.” He said trailing off

“Bro. You catching feelings already?” Cope said teasing Urban.

“No fuck that, what?” Urban acted like Cope was crazy. He didn’t tell them he had already kissed you. “She’s real cute. Y’all will like her just not too much.” He said trying to control the situation. “After Phill I got next.” He said patting his chest. “Then we take her to see Jack Jack. Got it fellas?” They all nodded in agreement. “No super freaky shit. Think romantic thoughts.” Urban said. “Talk to her first ok?” Again the guys nodded but it irked a couple of them that Urban was acting all in control.

“Sorry fellas I’m out.” Urban’s step-brother said. “I can’t. Maybe I’m pussy but this ain’t for me.”

“No worries bro. Anyone else want out?” Urban said looking around at them. They all looked at each other. The rest of them were in. “She’s signing an NDA as we speak so we’re all good.”

PART 4

You slipped into the lingerie and poured yourself some champagne. Urban texted you. “Ready?” He said

You collected your nerves and replied “Yes.” You sent him a pic in the lingerie toasting him holding up your champagne glass. He immediately posted it in the group chat. It was surprising how amazing your body was under the baggy jeans. The chat went nuts…

Phil: I get to go first bitches!!!

Copelan: Um ok damn lil mama

Trap: Ah hell yeah

Sunni: She gonna forget y’all when I step in

Jack: 🙈🙈🙈

Urb: Ok Phil. If you fuck up the rest of us suffer

Phil: I’m better with women than all of you bro

Trap: 😂😂😂

Phil: Ain’t shit funny or cute. I’m going in 😈

You were sitting on the couch eating some of the food they had brought for you when Phil walked in. He was so shy and chubby and cute. “Oh you’re eating. I can come back.” He said “Or I can feed you. Whichever one. Only if you like…I mean..”

“Come over here you little cutie.” You said patting the spot next to you. “This is who they sent in first?” You thought chuckling to yourself. “Phil right?” You said smiling “Why don’t I feed you Phil. Open up sweet pea.” If you were going to do this you were doing it and treating them special too.

Phil obeyed. He was mush after that. Putty in your hands. “Mmmmmm. You like that Phil? You’re a big boy, I like that.” You said knowing he lacked the confidence of the other guys.

“I…yes…well I guess so.” Phil stammered “You look really sexy and pretty.” He complimented taking his last bite.

“I appreciate that. It’s a little cold in here. I don’t have much on.” You said coyly

Phil responded by putting a blanket over you and holding you to warm you up. “Soooo…you were at the show?” He said referring to his embarrassing comment he made earlier “Jack’s amazing huh?”

“My question right now is…” you said looking up at him and kissing him “Are you amazing Phil?”

“I…I’m a vibe I guess.” He said as your lips parted. “Look Urb said to talk to you first, make you comfortable.”

“I’m ok if your ok. Why don’t I make YOU comfortable?” You said taking your blanket off and undoing his jeans. You could see he wasn’t going to do shit if you didn’t, and you wanted him to have a good story when he went back to them. You rooted for guys like Phil. The guy with all the super hot friends that got picked last.

“Oh fuck.” He said as you went down and got on your knees. You took him in your mouth and were gentle with him. “Uhhh! Geezus y/n you’re really good at…uhhhh, fuck.” Phil breathed. His head went back as you took him to the back of your throat. After awhile you came up and kissed him on the neck.

“You know, you should be 1st more often Phil” You said encouragingly, making him feel cared for. “You’re real cute and a sweetheart.”

“Thank you y/n.” He said “Look we don’t need to have sex. You have a lot coming up…oh geez I’m sorry I mean..” He went beet red.

“Phil. It’s ok,” You said taking his hand and putting it on your breast. “Look at me. I want you to go back to those guys and tell them you scored…big.” You put a condom on him and sat on his erect manhood gliding up and down making him feel like he was floating outside of his body. He nestled his face into your tits and gently kissed them breathing you in. Phil was not small and you moaned as you spelled your name on his dick. “Fuck! I’m cuming!” You screamed as it hit that spot over and over again. He sucked harder on your breasts and cupped your ample ass with his hands.

“Ah fuck!” He said not able to stop himself from exploding. “Uhhhh, I’m sorry y/n.” He heaved. “I couldn’t hold it” he cradled you as he regained his composure.

“My god Phil.” You were surprised how enjoyable it was with him. He was so sweet and soft with you it made you kinda crazy. “Phil you were great honestly.” You said giving him a peck on the cheek. Let’s talk now. I want to know all about you.” You said out of breath.

You and Phil shared stories about feeling like the odd man out. Him in his circle and you in yours. He was funny and so intelligent. He was hooked on you now. You had treated him so nicely. Why did anyone else have to come in and have you. “Well y/n, this was more than I expected. Please keep in touch you have my number.” He said and pecked you on the cheek. It was getting too much being around you and he just wanted to go.

“Lets take a pic.” You said taking his phone and snapping a pic with you in lingerie straddling Phil with his hand on your ass. You with your tongue out looking back sassily. “Post it in the chat right now.” You said.

PART 5

“What is taking Phil so long? I hope he’s not boring that girl to tears with his Derby story” Urban said looking at his phone.

Group Chat: Phil sent a pic

Urban: No fucking way

Cope: ?????

Trap: Yoooooooooooo

Sunni: Fake News 🗞️

Jack: Dafuq?? 🫥

Druski: Phil got pussy?? Wait what’d I miss!

Phil showed up back in the VIP area and sat down calmly like a G really feeling himself.

“Well?” Urban asked.

“Best head, best ride, she’s real sweet. We talked and talked. She’s a real nice girl fellas.” Phil said still coming down off the high. “I….I need a minute” he said looking off into the distance. “She fed me guys. Like said open up sweet pea let me feed you type shit.”

“She fucking fed you??!” Cope said in disbelief

“Who the hell is this girl?” Trap Steve said looking at the effect you had on Phil.

“Well fellas. It’s my turn. She’ll be the one under my spell.” Urban said confidently.

You freshened up waiting patiently for Urban. You were attracted to him so this might go differently. Suddenly you heard a knock. “Y/N? Can I come in?” Urban said through the door?

“Yes Urban.” You called out softly

When Urban entered you were laying on the pillows on your stomach. Your ass out. Urban stopped “Whoah.” He said taking you all in. “Look Y/N let’s talk ok.” He said taking off his pants and sneakers to lay next to you but kept pacing “I don’t want this to be some brothel type shit.” Urban was feeling you and wanted to make an impression. He opened a can of Phocus and downed it, but wouldn’t lay down.

“OMG he’s nervous too?” You thought but decided to play. “Come on down here Urban. Lay down.” You invited him with a smile. He laid down and you put your head on his chest and flung your leg over him to snuggle. “Is this ok?” You said nicely

“Uh yup it’s fine.” He said trying not to paw all over you with his hands. “Look I know I went in with that kiss but….you made me laugh at the bar. I really dig that.”

“You like what?” You said giving his manly chest a kiss

“Whoah Y/N c’mon” Urban resisted

“Urban please. Can we talk after?” You wanted to feel them physically before you had anything in your mind about them beforehand but they all wanted to talk first. These were not a bunch of sleeze-ball dudes that’s for sure.

Meanwhile Jack had just arrived back at his hotel. “I need some nice desserts and champagne.” He called down to the front desk. What he saw in that picture got him riled up but he had to make the biggest impression as the big dog. “Can I get the violin player too in a bit please” He added.

“Oh god! Don’t stop Urban. Right there…..” You said as Urban sucked on your clit. You clenched the pillows and cried out in agony. Urban’s juicy lips down there was sheer heaven. Whatever he did to that chicken wing that went viral was nothing compared to what he was doing to you right now. He brought you to the edge and came back up.

“You ok?” He asked you

“Urban. Don’t talk please.” You said your head was spinning.

He smiled knowing he had you. “Up princess” he said and brought you over to the pool table. He hoisted you up on it.

“Urban what are you doing??” You giggled

“You ever did doggy style on a pool table?” Urban asked

“Of course not!” You laughed

Urban turned you over on your knees and entered you on the table. “Fuck!” You gasped as he filled you up. He had his way with you slowly and gently. Long strokes and all the way back out. “Urban please cum please.” You begged. This was worse than being hit fast from behind. He picked up speed and drove harder.

“Y/N ah ugh!” He said unable to even speak. He pulled out and finished on your butt. Spreading his cream around and smiling. He helped you get down. Your legs weak when you hit the ground. “Y/N I…that was…I mean right?” He was out of breath.

“Right?” Was all you could say back. Your time with Urban was short but amazing.

“Let me clean you off. Are you ok?” He said smoothing your hair out lovingly. It pained him to think Sunni was up next.

“So I love your work Urban. I understand your parents are creative too?”

Urban got busy gathering his things and leaving. He was getting emotional about you and didn’t need to know you were so cool and knew about him. This almost made him call this whole thing off and keep you to himself, but he didn’t want anyone to know how he felt. He’s fucked girls with Jack before so he thought he could do this no problem. He didn’t want to talk and get attached too quickly “Look I gotta go. I want to hang out with you again so please call me.” He said and left the room with a kiss on your head. The other guys were just playing around but not him. After this he was locking you down. Jack had so much to do with his image but Urban could deal with an older woman and it wouldn’t be as much of a big deal.

You were confused. “I thought he wanted to talk” you said a bit disappointed. You went to freshen up again. You didn’t know who was coming next but decided to mix it up and bring out the blindfold and tie.

“Yo guys after this she’s mine” Urban texted the group

Phil: That’s kinda crazy because she likes me

Sunni: Earth to Phil!

Cope: Bros before hoes

Trap: I’m not last am I?

Druski: How can I get in on this?

Jack: I got a fucking violin. Try me.

Clay: I’m glad I’m damn near married 🙄

PART 6

“Is anyone else coming? I’m waiting.” You texted Urban since he was the one who set this up

“I call threesome. Shake this up.” Trap Steve said

“Y’all ain’t doing my baby like that.” Phil said.

“Again…Earth to Phil.” Sunni said “She’s in with us now. We all have access.”

“No. Not after this.” Urban said

“You’ve been acting like you own her from the beginning bro. That’s fucked up.” Cope said

“Cope, Sunni?” Trap Steve said “Well?”

“I say yes get it over with” Urban decided. He texted you back “Wear the blindfold sweetie ok? Then we take you to see Jackman.”

“Guys don’t do too much please.” Urban said

They knocked on the door and cautiously cracked it open. “Hello???” You called out into the dim light

“Hey”

“Hi”

“Sup”

“There’s 3 of you?!” You exclaimed half-scared, half-excited “Where do you want me?”

“On the pillows” One of them said, reaching out to guide you but you tripped and fell on the pillows ungracefully.

“Oops!!” You laughed and they all thought you were adorable. You heard them undoing belts and throwing off shoes and then felt all these hands on you at once.

“Hey y/n?” Someone asked

“Yes whoever you are.” You said finding this fun

“Can you lift your arms above you head please?” A voice said politely

“Um ok.” You obliged.

One of them tied your hands and whispered in your ear. “Ready?”

“Yes.” You breathed nervously

You felt someone massaging your legs and licking your inner thighs until you felt the warmth of their tongue lick your folds like a lollipop then penetrate your space. You gasped and arched your back. Two of them took a breast each in their mouths. The feeling was nothing you ever felt before. “My god!” You cried out as one rubbed your clit and slid 3 fingers in and out of you. You felt a switch and one of them straddled your chest taking both your breasts and inserting his dick in between them. You licked the tip and spat on it as it went in and out from between your tits making him moan. Suddenly everything stopped and you heard condom packages ripping open. They untied you and you felt someone go under you, someone lay on top of you, and someone take your hand to jerk them off as they knelt beside your head. You felt something slip in from the back and the front at the same time, and a hand come around and muffle your cries.

“Its ok we got you sweetie” one said in your ear holding you steady around your waist. They both slowly started thrusting as one inserted himself into your mouth. Everyone was moaning and groaning as it got heated. The smell of sex filled the air. Suddenly you felt warm cream on your face as one of them unloaded on you jerking and pumping to orgasm. “Please!” You begged and whoever was thrusting on top of you pulled out and came all over your stomach. Whoever was underneath held you steady cuming inside. Short but intense you hit your limit.

“You ok.” You heard one say while you felt someone wiping you down. They took your blindfold off and you saw Sunni, Copelan, and Trap Steve standing there in their underwear. They thought you looked so cute with your hair a mess.

“I’m Trap Steve, this is Cope, and this doofus is Sunni.” They all smiled at you.

“Hi Fellas. Hope this is the last of you because I can’t take anymore” You said exaughsted

“Finish eating.” Copelan said grabbing your half-eaten plate and feeding you. Sunni grabbed you a drink and Trap Steve started dressing you and fixing your hair back. It’s like they had never seen a woman before, and probably the most polite freaky men you had ever come across. You got chatting with them. You got to know Sunni loved Japanese anime porn and had a couple kids. Copelan’s dad was in a band and he was Jack’s 1st partner in crime. Trap Steve played you his latest single and it was really good. They were all hilarious and had you laughing as they dissed each other….constantly.

A text came in from Jack. “Where da fuck are you 3 Stooges?” They all looked at each other and ignored it.

“Keep at it Steve you’re really good, Cope…well your gorgeous so…idk keep doing that I guess, Sunni the anime porn thing a bit weird but your a good dad and that’s adorable.”

“You sound like we’ll never see you again but your gang now.” Trap Steve said

“Oh my god fellas no. There’s tons of girls out there.” You laughed

“Tons of girls but only a few women.” Sunni said blushing. He liked talking to you. They all did.

“Guys no offence but I really just want to sleep.” You yawned.

“Get on my back.” Sunni said and he carried you out to the van where the rest of the guys were waiting to go to the hotel. You smiled awkwardly at everyone you just finished fucking and took a seat. Phil covered you with a blanket and a little silent pushing and shoving developed as you dozed off with who would sit next to you for you to lean on. Eventually Urban won. He sat next to you and you leaned on his shoulder. He put his arm around you and got under the same blanket cozy with you. He stuck out his tongue at everyone and Neelam just rolled her eyes and put her headphones on.

PART 7

Jack was pacing and tired. He texted the group again.

Jack: Yo ????

Sunni: Relax we’re coming…and boy did we EVER 😈

Jack: 🤢🤮

Cope: Bro. I would let her sleep tbh 😴

Trap: Um yeah she’s kinda done bruh 🫠

Phil: What’d you do to my girl? 🤬😡😭

Sunni: What you couldn’t do 😜

Javonte: Anyone down for bowling 🎳 and pizza? I can’t sleep 💤

As they pulled in behind the hotel, they put a beanie and sunglasses on you so any random pics wouldn’t show your face. It took forever for the elevator to get to Jack’s penthouse suite. All the guys were looking at you in this awkward silence. “Move over dumb ass.” Trap Steve poked Phil. It was definitely crowded with all of them packed in there.

Urban had his arm around you again and whispered “Thank you. I need to see you again, please?” You nodded your head and yawned.

“Hey no making plans over there.” Phil said

“STFU Phil. And he’s right. No fucking whispering.” Sunni said moving to the other side of you. “You don’t own her bro.”

“Stop it assholes.” Trap Steve said as he was looking mindlessly at his phone. Then looked at you and winked.

You texted your friends on the way up.

You: I’m ok. Sorry for going MIA

Friend 1: Yeah WTF?

Friend 2: Ok Miss SLUT Me Out 😭

You: Oh shit! We’re at his room. Gotta go.

Friend 1: Girl! WTF!??!!?!?

Friend 2: You WHERE?

The doors opened and Jack’s suite was like a mini-palace. There was an amazing view of the city, a full bar with a grand piano, and beautiful marble pillars and floors. A fire was going, a bouquet of roses on the table, and a long plate of sushi. Sade was playing and lighting was dimmed. All the guys knew they couldn’t top this. They all started dapping him up while you stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. Just being in Jack’s presence was a bit overwhelming and you felt faint. Phil stayed beside you and noticed you weren’t feeling well. He put his arm around you and rubbed your shoulder. Jack walked up towering over you and smiled a dimpled smile. His diamond earrings gleaming and perfect pillow of curls surrounded his head like a halo. You were more nervous now than you had been all night. “You must be y/n” he said taking your hand and kissing it then kissing you on both cheeks. “Stand down Phil. What’s up with you?” Jack said looking sideways at his friend.

“Jack.” You said faintly “Can I please sit?”

“Of course, you ok?” Jack said concerned, turning up your chin with his hand and taking you away from Phil. Phil scowled back at Jack.

He sat you down on the couch as all the guys talked and got into the sushi. “Hey! Fucking vultures that’s our food!” Jack yelled at his friends.

He smelled incredible as he held you to his chest. “Yo bring y/n some sushi and water. You need to eat and get hydrated ok? I’m gone get a bath going and we gone sleep ok?” He said in his calming drawl.

“Ok Jack.” Is all you could say.

“Fellas. Clear out please.” Jack ordered his friends

They all filed out and went to their rooms. They consoled Phil in the elevator. “It’s ok buddy. You’ll get something else soon.” Meanwhile they all had plans to call you.

PART 8

Jack drew you a warm bath and led you to this incredible bathroom with a big screen TV. A champagne glass and fruits beside the tub. He undressed you and slipped in behind you in the tub, taking a sponge and squeezing out warm water on your body. He took some grapes and fed you. You leaned on him and sighed. “So Urban tells me you have a friend in a situation and you need my help? He asked as steam filled the room.

“Yes. My friend landed in a bad situation and really needs a way out. Not legal trouble but help with paying for his daughter’s funeral. She was young it was an accident… and..” you were getting emotional describing the situation.

“Say less. Consider it done.” Jack said “Is this why you agreed to all this? Is that your real man? The one with the daughter?”

“No, we grew up like siblings. My mom and his mom are best friends.” You said and Jack believed you

“Wow. Wish I had friends that would fuck Phil to help me.” Jack said seriously

“Shut up! Phil is sweet.” You said throwing bubbles at him. You and Jack talked more. He wanted to know you first. That night he called of the violin player and just decided to let you sleep.

After your bath he dried you off, helped you into a big fluffy robe, and led you to a massage table set up in front of the fire place. “Not everyone gets this.” He said taking some pumps of oil and sliding his hands down your back. He gently massaged your legs and trailed back up to focus on all the knots in your shoulders. “Wow. Someone is stressed out.” He whispered

“Oohhh ouch.” You said as Jack kneaded out the sorest spots. He dried the oil off you and you felt so calm.

“C’mon princess sleepy time.” He said leading you to the bedroom and tucking you in.

“Jack where are you going?” You asked sleepily

“To write, I’ll be back.” He said. Jack wanted to give you space and rest. He parked himself in front of the fireplace to write a song about a girl so loyal she’d do anything to help a friend.

PART 9

In the morning you stumbled out of bed and found Jack running on the treadmill. The sun was coming up and it was beautiful. He stopped the machine when he saw you and smiled as he dabbed sweat from his forehead. “Good morning princess y/n” he said as he opened the fridge and downed orange juice right out of the jug.

“Morning.” You said quietly trying to figure out why he hadn’t tried to have sex with you yet.

“What do you want for breakfast?” He asked as he answered a text.

“Can I make you something? You seem to have everything here. I can’t do much for you helping my friend, so it’s the least I can do before I go.”

“I’m sure you’re a great cook but I’m in a rush. What would you like? Any allergies?” He asked

“Um no.” You said

“Look y/n I like you. You’re a nice woman, and I am attracted to you. I know I have a reputation but one night stands are not something I’ve ever been able to do. Sorry.” He explained

“That’s actually amazing. I was thinking it was because I fucked Phil.”

Jack choked as he doubled over in laughter. “That should be the reason but its not.” He said “I have a meeting, make yourself comfortable because we’ll be spending some time.” And he left.

Now you had so many questions. What did all that even mean? You went to put on what you could find of Jack’s.

Just then the elevator buzzed and made you jump. “What did you forget silly!” You called out to who you thought was Jack as you came around the corner from the bedroom but it wasn’t Jack.

“Miss y/n?” A UPS man asked

“Holy shit he really does use UPS.” You thought “yes that’s me.”

“Sign here.” He said and took off

You were stuck with at least 20 boxes on the living room floor. “WTF?” You said to yourself.

You texted Urban. “I think Jack bought me clothes. What do I do?”

“Clearly you suck at being a gold digger.” Urban said a bit annoyed Jack seemed to be taking this so far. He expected you to be home by now.

You were a bit put off by his tone. You were standing there in Jack’s shorts and tank top looking at a mountain of boxes and wondering WTF to do. “Urban please help me. I feel overwhelmed.” You begged

Urban softened and agreed to come up. He had you on speaker and everyone else decided to come too. Soon Urban, Phil, Sunni, Trap Steve, and Copelan were in Jack’s penthouse helping you open boxes and bickering as everyone was jealous, but not wanting to look like it. Jack walked into a mess of tissue paper flying around and clothes and shoes all over the place. Not to mention you in the middle of all the guys you had fucked the night before. He wasn’t happy. If he didn’t like you he would’ve fucked you in the morning and had you dropped off to wherever it is you stayed. The clothes were for you to spend a few days with him and not to worry about anything. “Guys. You have 10 seconds to get out.” He said fuming. His blue eyes flashing in anger.

“Jack I called them, well I called Urban and it turned into everyone. I’m so sorry. All these boxes came and I didn’t know what to do and I…I’m so sorry.” You burst into tears and ran into the bedroom.

They all got quiet and looked at each other. “See fucktards. Made my baby cry.” Phil said

“STFU Phil!!” They all said.

“Ok fellas. What’s the deal? We’re all feeling y/n?” Jack said being the leader.

“Looks like a duck….” Trap Steve said ashamed of his behaviour over the last 48 hours.

“Well you know she’s with me now right?” Jack assumed because that’s pretty much how it always was except for some girls that liked Urban better, and Cope and Sunni were getting popular, but Jack was the one most girls wanted.

“Whys it always you bro?” Sunni said

“Yeah, we don’t really know who she likes.” Copelan offered.

You crept back out to the living room into the argument. “Um guys?” You said but they didn’t see or hear you. “YOU GUYS!!!” You yelled

They all stopped and stared at you. “What is wrong with all of you!” You exclaimed “Your best friends! Please, I don’t want to cause a problem. Jack thank you for the clothes but please take all of this back. I don’t feel right about getting gifts from you, and being here. Take me home then. I mean what is someone like me doing here anyway?” You said looking around at the gargantuan penthouse. “I don’t even wear this stuff, I mean you saw me last night, all my friends looked glam and beautiful and me I…ah fuck I’m rambling, point is... Jack’s just being super nice is all. I told him some things and he’s just making me feel good. Right Jack? We didn’t even have sex guys. Please stop this. There’s no way guys like you like women like me.” You continued to explain, not knowing what you just did to every man there but most of all Jack. He was speechless. This is what he was looking for. Somebody real and you were fucking adorable as you were clumsy. You had walked into the marble pillars a few times around the penthouse, making him chuckle, but this is what he found sexy.”

They all looked at Jack. “You didn’t hit it?” Trap Steve laughed. They all burst out laughing…and wouldn’t stop.

“Bro. You Jack Harlow did all this and you didn’t…let me stop.” Sunni said and was crying laughing.

“Don’t laugh at him.” You said mad “He fed me, gave me a bath…”

“We fed you too and wiped all the cum off and carried you.” Sunni said “Oh shit sorry Jack.” He said catching Jack’s face.

“Y/N who da fuck do you like?” Copelan asked you

PART 10

“Oh for fuck sakes. Is that what all this is about?” You rolled your eyes and sighed.

“I like all of you. Phil you’re a fucking sweetheart and have this way with women.”

“Told you dildos.” Phil said

“And Sunni, you’re so quirky and sexy.” You said

“Tell me something I don’t know.” He answered confidently

“And Copelan. Your eyes are so soulful they just pull me in.” You said looking at him

“Awwww…thanks” he answered shyly

“Trap, I have never laughed so hard. You’re good for the soul.”

“I’m good for a lot of other things too….maybe not” he said looking at Jack’s face

“Urban.” You said pausing and walking over to him making Jack squirm “Urban. We connected in a very real way.”

“Yes we did Y/N” Urban said looking longingly into your eyes

“But you’re Jack’s best friend and I couldn’t sorry.” You said sadly.

“Is that the only reason because we can work something out….maybe not.” He said looking over at his best friend

“And Jack” you said making your back to him almost tripping over a box, so you fell into his arms in not the best way but he loved it. “I am clumsy, I’m not a model, I don’t wear clothes you want me to wear, I’m not a girl-boss or whatever the fuck girls are running around saying when they sell hair extensions on Amazon, but I do really really would like to get to know you better if I can also have all your stupid best friends as my friends.” You were getting teary eyed looking up at him.

He leaned down to kiss you and all the guys cheered and whistled and clapped. “Ah fuck.” Phil said amongst all the cheers.

“Y/N that was the fucking sweetest thing I ever heard anyone say. Whatdya say guys? Can Y/N be with us? I mean me…and us? But no fucking them again especially Phil” he said kissing you again. “Now all you butt-holes clean this shit up.” He said looking around at the disaster in his living room.

“All this has made me sleepy. I’m going to take a nap.” You headed for the bedroom and they all looked at each other and looked at Jack.

“No.” Jack said

@killatravtramp @itsyagirljaz @angelbae05 @comehomeimissyou @jacks-daycare @jackharloww @jackmans-poison @jacksmoviestar

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

MAC HI don't mind me i just finished the genloss founders cut and im putting my ful lreview in ur inbox bc u said u weren't gonna watch it i think but i want 2 share my thoughts with someone who will not rip me to shreds for criticizing it even slightly <3

OK. I'M NOT GONNA LIE. IT KINDA SLAPPED. maybe i just think it was really good in comparison to the original four hours of streams that dragged on. i honestly thought the original streams of genloss were longer but NO all three streams add up to about four hours???? it just felt so much longer when i originally watched it i guess!!! u can understand why i am sure. but the founders cut was like two and a half and oh my goddddd cutting out a lot of it made such a huge difference. holy shit. like i definitely did get bored and skip through a little bit but honestly i didn't skip through much!! every time i got to a part where i was like "oh fuck not THIS bit that goes on for 30-45 minutes god dammit" it ended up being like maybe ten minutes at most which was SUCH A GODSEND. i am delighted to report that they cut the half hour cooking bit in the first episode down to like 7-8 minutes <3 the best surprise ranboo could have given me tbh. like with the way things were cut down and framed differently i actually laughed at a couple points????? WILD. did not think i would find any genuine comedy here. lowkey there were points that were funny. insane

honestly with the unfunny bits being cut down, it actually let the slightly more serious lore bits shine more, and the payoff for when it got to the third episode felt SO much more deserved. like. the original streams i'd probably give a 3/10 collectively and that's being generous but i would unironically say the founder's cut deserves like a 7/10. maybe a 7.5 if i found it in myself to ignore the bad special effects. (there was still plenty of bad comedy ngl i still don't know why charlie slimecicle's face was superimposed on a towel. that scene was nothing. it was literally nothing. they could have removed it and it would change nothing but they kept it in idk why)

ANYWAY. if they had released genloss like this first maybe i would unironically be a fan of it now. tbh. i would still be making fun of the bad comedy and the horror that was barely horror but i think i would actually be like participating in the fandom a lil and i would probably find it in me to find some charm in the bad special effects. all in all Not Bad!! not good, but not like actively bad. ofc im still running on the adrenaline of the ending because episode 3 was objectively the best out of them all so maybe my perception is skewed but. kinda decent. 7/10 👍 anyway i hope ur havin a good day i hope to finish pd season one soon over the next couple days!!!!!

taking the cowards route and putting my thoughts under the cut bc a lot of my mutuals these days really enjoy genloss and i don't want them to be mad at me

(genloss crit/neg/whatever under the cut)

dude this makes me so unironically sad . why the FUCK was genloss what it was the first time around when this was obviously the better route to go from the very beginning. I am still staunchly in my "I don't like genloss" position but. I DID WATCH IT. i sat through ALL of the original streams and it was so miserable for me. im not going 2 watxh the directors cut or whatever bc i dont hate myself enough to sit through all of that again but i trust your opinion!! if only it would've been planned out thought out prerecorded videos from the start I also probably would not hate it as much as I do!!! maybe I even would've liked it !!! (<< not likely bc i do have Other Issues with it than just the fact that it was too long too unfunny too unfocused etc whatever im getting into hater territory sorry. always welcome 2 genloss fans to try to explain to my why its Good Actually so i can recommend them actual horror media)

like . the streams added absolutely NOTHING to it other than that final choice scene or whatever. and even if they wanted to do that still u know what would've been an awesome smart choice??? prerecord and edit the whole thing and then premiere THAT video on twitch- then when it comes time for the final choice you can still have people vote!! then you can have two separate endings prepared based on which way the vote was swaying. like. its that easy. it would've made the whole experience so much more enjoyable . ughhghghg the fucking wasted potential on HOURS of unfunny badly improvved bits is so devastating

personally I still cant excuse the bad effects considering the amount of times ranboo bragged about the genloss budget like. maybe you should've used your resources better and also if it would've just been prerecorded from the start things wouldn't look as rushed as they did but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ what do I know !!

anyway I'm so glad this version was better but for me it will always ALWAYS be tainted by the . misery I felt while watching the streams lmaoooo . I wanted to like genloss so bad. I tried so hard. head in hands !!!!!!!!!!!

[obsidiancreates]

Shawn The Human (Seriously Just Take His Blood)

(These are all separate universes- in each one it's just the focus character who's a vamp. Shawn only has so much blood to recklessly offer his friends, if it was all 3 at once he'd be beef jerky. Tell me Shawn's fatal flaw isn't loyalty and a willingness to do Anything for his friends even if it's questionable and weird- you can't. Also I'm severely sleep deprived so I hope this is good but IDK)

Lassiter

"Seriously, Lassie, you can't keep just draining criminals." Shawn leans against the pillar by Lassie's desk and watches him fill out another report about a perp having an 'accident' while escaping custody on the way to the prison. "If you keep hypnotizing the chief, she's going to build up an immunity, and then where will you be?"

"Spencer, I still have no idea what you're on about." He does, and Shawn knows it- he figured out Lassie was turned into a vampire less than a week after it happened.

"Lassie, what I'm trying to say-" he jogs after the detective, "-is that as long as you don't need to kill to drink, I don't see why you're risking your whole career over this."

"Since when do you care about my career?"

"Since the possibility of you leaving, Jules getting a new partner she hates, and me having to work up a whole new dynamic became real."

"What're you even offering, Spencer?"

"Dude, I have blood!"

That makes Lassiter stop in his tracks. He turns to face Shawn, slowly, with no small amount of disgust on his face. "You want me... to drink your blood? ... Is this a fetish?"

"What?! No!" Shawn tsks and looks away. "Man, don't make this weird. It's just one friend, offering his blood to another more undead-y friend. How much will you even need to take, anyway? I've got like, a gallon of it, probably."

"I wouldn't drink your blood if you were the last human in the entire state of California. It's probably half crappy energy drinks and sluggish with Cheeto dust."

"First of all, Doritos dust. Second of all, what's better for you- blood you don't have to hypnotize the entire department to get away with, or blood that's probably exactly like mine but with more crimes in it?"

"Crime isn't in blood."

"How would you know, you've only tasted criminal blood."

"Not doing it, Spencer." He walks away. Shawn chases after him.

"Lassie! I-I'm serious man, if you keep this up you're going to get caught! I want to help you keep this a secret!"

"Then stop shouting about it!"

"LASSIE!"

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2. Juliet

"Jules. Are you an undead mistress of the damned, or are you just having a great hair day?"

Jules smiles and rolls her eyes. She figured Shawn would know sooner or later- how couldn't he? He's psychic, the world of the dead who aren't dead are sort of his whole thing.

"How long have you known?"

"Four days- I was making a list of ways to break it to you."

"And you settled on that."

"Well now I feel self-conscious."

"Why're you telling me you know, Shawn?"

"Just, checking in! Seeing how you're doing. If you need blood."

"Shawn." Jules stands up, taking a folder from her desk to the filing cabinets. "I'm not killing anyone."

"I never said you were! And I know you never would. But that can't be easy, still."

"It is, actually."

"H-how?"

"I get Christmas cards from people I arrest, Shawn. It's not hard to convince a few close friends to donate a little blood to me when possible."

"It's not? ... The other day I couldn't even get Gus to give me his half-finished hours-old coke."

"Yes. But that's you, and Gus, and food. So nothing will be reasonable."

"... That's fair. ... But uh, want to add one-one more friend, to that list?"

"That's very sweet of you Shawn, really, but..."

"But?"

"But... your blood seems like it might be a little..."

"Too alluring? Irresistible? Spiced with my incredible magic genes?"

"... Junk-food-y."

"Junk food? Wh- Jules! Between Gus and I, I am not the one who eats things like stick-o-butter-in-a-bun!"

"Please tell me you just made that up."

"I wish I could."

"Shawn, look, I appreciate the thought, but the truth is I'm all set and, well, I'd just rather keep this and my work life separate, as much as possible."

"... Alright. Fine. ... But know that if we're ever out there catching bad guys and you need an emergency snack, my neck is right here."

"Thanks, Shawn. ... Can I get into the file cabinet now?"

"Oh, right."

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3. Gus

"Dude, seriously." Shawn watches Gus pace the office. "Stop freaking out about it and just bite me. You're going to starve to... well not death, I guess. Undeath? That's already you. Maybe... a coma? But that doesn't seem right either."

"I am not drinking your blood, Shawn. What if that turns you into a vampire too?!"

"Then we'll literally be best friends forever! That's just a win-win, Gus!"

"Well- well what if I can't stop and I kill you?!"

"Then you still just turn me, still a win-win."

"Shawn, this is serious!"

"So am I! Look, we both know there's no way in hell you're going out hunting and stalking and all that stuff, and we both know you're not willing to steal from a blood bank-"

"Those bags were donated for medical purposes, Shawn! There's already a major shortage, I will not be apart of making that worse!"

"Exactly! And you've got one best friend right here, literally sticking his neck out for you."

"No. No way. It's too risky, and too weird!"

"How is this the weirdest thing we've done for each other?"

"Because it's your blood, Shawn. That's supposed to stay inside your body!"

"Well, a lot of it was outside my body after I got shot, and I was fine."

"You told me you passed out a couple times!"

"Okay, I said I fell asleep in the woods once, and got hit in the head after that. Totally different, besides, how much blood loss is actually bad for me anyway?"

"Oh... my gosh."

"Look, Gus, it's either this or something way worse. You're already so freaked out and torn up over this whole thing, I just... don't want to see you pushed to a limit you'll never come back from."

"... Well... I appreciate that, Shawn. ... And I guess I at least know what is and isn't present in your blood."

"Exactly."

"... But biting the neck still feels weird."

"Wrist?"

"Euhhhhh..."

"Well it's not like we can just buy a do-it-yourself-at-home blood drawing kits, Gus. ... Can we?"

"Already looking online."

[pico-digital-studios]

Into, Across and Beyond! Scripting: Funkinverse Crossover Ending

(Inspired by the ending of No Straight Roads (UNMARKED SPOILERS FOR THAT HERE), and by @robovoidfrog's Funkinverse AU)

A few moments had passed following The X's successful defeat, which was not made easy. It really did take everything the many hundreds of -friends had to finally wear the monster's strength down, and though Benjamin managed to invoke an even fight against him using the ECHO powers, he was still quickly overpowered.

It took it all, but Salty and everyone else managed to pull through and burn him out enough for his abilities to be hijacked, leaving him a heavily-glitching mess of an entity. And in the last moments, Cam had helped out. He pulled a huge sacrifice to dispose of The X's threat, and though Salty tried to talk him down from having to do so, he had already made up his mind.

After all was said and done, Salty, Gracie, Brooke, Benjamin, BluBuni and Kenji descended down a building-side elevator from the apartment block, seeing the city cheering for the work they managed to do.

Brooke: Heh, look at that. Philly's cheering for us, especially you, Salty.

Salty: H-Heh, yeah.

Gracie: Heh, well done, Salty. You're a hero!

Salty smiled to his two multiversal best friends, his trust in them both rekindled in the aftermath of the final battle.

Benjamin: How's that, Kenji? You managed to redeem yourself after all that happened. Isn't that great?

He noticed Kenji didn't respond, looking down at the ground glumly.

Benjamin: Kenji? Are you alright?

He turned to them, holding his damaged microphone.

Benjamin: Oh, gosh! Your microphone! Did it break during the fight?

BluBuni: Should we try to fix it?

Kenji: ...I don't deserve any hero's welcome. Not after the wrongs I did...

He just dropped his mic on the floor as the elevator stopped at the ground level.

News Reporter: You all did it! You saved Philly from being annihilated by a giant monster hedgehog! ...Hang on. Aren't a couple of you enemies of Boyfriend (Salty)? What gives?

Kenji: Well, I changed. Catch you all later.

Salty: Kenji?

News Reporter: Woah woah woah. This opens up SO many questions. Are you retiring from your own career? Are you buddies with Boyfriend now? Who was the one piloting that helicopter before?

Gracie: Well, erm, we'll get back to you on that.

Kenji was about to leave, before Salty stopped him.

Salty: Dude, you think I'd just let you solely waltz off without seeing the good things you did? You could've continued going down the path Cam forced you through, yet, thanks to Ben here, you instead chose to help me, alongside with hundreds of these guys, save my home. Honestly, for that, you and all the other -friends have my deepest gratitude.

Kenji: O-Oh. I-It was nothing. Couldn't have done it without everyone's help. Honestly, I better make a move. Got things I need to fix up back home.

Gracie: Kenji? Everyone's here to celebrate the achievements we've done. Don't you feel it's a bit rude to just leave?

Benjamin: Heh, you know, I've done stuff like this tons of times. Why not give the people some words of encouragement?

Benjamin led him to the front of the plaza where the population was cheering.

Kenji: Sorry, everyone. I made a lot of mistakes. I may not like all types of music, but that's okay.

Judith: You know, I'm glad you brought that up.

Judith stepped up.

Judith: I and many other Boyfriends and Girlfriends aren't free of our own wrongdoings, and I'm taking full responsibility for my actions and those Cam Malicious had caused. Having said that, I intend to fix this misstep right away, right here and right now.

Brooke: Some of us had a discussion before our final fight, and we have agreed that every -friend deserves better than this.

Judith: In this sense, no one person should be given absolute power over the music-makers of the Funkinverse. Because of this, I'll be helping rebuild the Funkin' Society from the ground-up; not as a strike force, but as a safe social place for any Boyfriend or Girlfriend, professional or early-starter, to bond together without strict agendas or negativity. A new system where they're all welcome to perform throughout a new planned-out locale. We shall celebrate equality for everyone! Equality and shared rights for all!

The -friends around them cheered, all happy with the idea.

Brooke: And as a first step, I'm honoured to offer my companions in both Funkin' Gangs positions in the new Funkin' group! It would mean a great deal for us if you could join our cause to allow safe bonding for any and all -friends across the Funkinverse. What say you guys?

BluBuni: An actual safe space for all aspiring singers? Count me in!

Benjamin: Heh. Even though I'm close to officially retiring from my music career, that's something I wouldn't mind.

Salty looked out to the cheering crowd, himself still not sure about it for now.

Salty: I... I can't!

Judith: You can't?

Salty: I'm not really... ready yet, not at this time, especially with all that went on. I'll think about it, but... thanks for the offer.

Kenji: Honestly, me neither... I wanted a chance to be treated with respect so much, that I forgot why I started doing music in the first place...

Benjamin: Ah, yeah. I can tell you've still got a lot you need to sort out back home, especially with your family.

Aloe: So you plan to remain indie, in that sense?

Kenji: I-I dunno, but... thanks a lot for the offer. I-I'm honoured, really. Even after w-what I did, you're all being v-very nice... b-but I need to lay low for some t-time. This is a l-lot for me to process, I'm s-sorry.

Kenji began walking off.

Gracie: So, what now?

Salty: I mean, we can always keep connected through this, right? Even if not as top members.

Brooke: Heh, true that. Honestly, I'm happy we're still a close team in our own right.

Benjamin had another idea in mind for Kenji.

Benjamin: Hey, Kenji! Catch!

He threw his electronic handheld keyboard set to Kenji, who caught it while bewildered.

Kenji: Huh?!

Benjamin: Take good care of it for me, alright?

Kenji (shocked): I... I can't accept this!

Benjamin: My love for music remains strong as ever, but my public performing days are behind me now. Someone else needs to continue that mantle, and I knew you deserved the chance.

Judith: Ben, Blu, Kenji, Salty, Gracie? You're all performers! Where I've failed, I want all of you to go beyond! You guys, carry on the journey for us! Long live music!

Salty, Gracie, Ben and BluBuni smiled to each other, knowing they deserved the high gratitude, though as for Kenji, he started tearing up, finally letting out the grief he had gone through for so long.

Kenji: T-Thank y-. Thank you!

He fell to his knees, sobbing his heart out as Aloe knelt next to him.

Aloe: Uh, Kenji?

Kenji (still sobbing): Thank yooooooooooou...

Aloe: Kenji, you okay?

With that, the -friends were all set to head back to their dimensions for a well-earned rest (and perhaps some time to mend the wrongs many of them caused). A couple of months later was when a blank dimension was reserved for a whole "Funkin' City" to be created as a hangout lobby for the many multiversal -friends to simply get together and enjoy each other's company, and Grace lent a hand in ensuring it could be built together. In the present, Judith looked out over a balcony (with a picture of Cam and his Girlfriend before the incident) in her pocket.

Judith: Honestly, it's a funny multiverse we live in. You tend to get caught up in your own beliefs, and sometimes, you need to take a step back and remember that the stage doesn't just belong to you. We're all in this together, and the sooner we can acknowledge that across every world, the quicker we can all work towards a common goal.

She looked back at X (DJX) jamming on his DJ system behind her with a smile.

Judith: Many people compose, write or sing music for different reasons. Some do it for self-importance...

We see Brooke playing the banjo while his Grace and Brooke Jr. watch him, alongside Toon BF enjoying time with his family.

Judith: ...some do it to bond with their loved ones...

And then we see Kenji sitting on a rooftop with his Aloe, ready to fix things up where his arc couldn't continue.

Judith: ...and some to understand their purpose in life. But the most important thing to know is this; there are no true wrong answers when it comes to that art.

Cut to Goldie performing live on a stage, hopefully with a proper chance of impressing Minus Girlfriend this time.

Judith: If we continue to lead societies in life that give every kind person the opportunity to be treated as equals, even on Earth-0, we can build whole worlds where true creativity knows no boundaries!

Shots of the newly-built Funkin' City are shown, with the many -friends hanging out in their own little corners, such as Benjamin, Barbara, BluBuni, Evan and Holly ordering some sweet treats together, Soft Benjamin doing some paintings with Soft Pico accompanying him, and even a couple of the Boyfriends performing on a live stage together.

Judith: Well, I'm happy to say that the Funkinverse is steadily headed towards that direction. Never have I seen smiling faces shine so brightly in the land, and it is all thanks to not just those I've worked with, but to the aspiring performers, fans, and everyone who resides in those many worlds.

Finally, we cut to a shot of Salty grabbing his microphone for a stage performance, taking a deep breath at the backstage area.

Judith: And to Salty and Gracie, I thank you too.

Gracie was right there, knowing she couldn't miss this performance in particular. And even sweeter, Itsumi decided to come along to see him perform live to many people.

Judith: You showed well that doing the right thing as a hero and as a performer is a wonderful privilege.

Salty gave the two ladies fist-bumps before he stepped on stage.

Judith: Hehehe... You two canon defiers. Whatever you guys are up to now, I hope you keep doing... what you do best.

Salty: Are you all ready?

Salty was met with an uproar of applause from the audience.

THE END... for now, anyway.

That same evening, Ben and Blu were chilling out at a rooftop with Grace next to them, before a different portal opened up behind them, revealing a face familiar to both Ben and Grace.

EV!Sonic: Hey, guys? You got a second or two?

BluBuni: Huh? Another Sonic?

Benjamin: My own Sonic, Blu!

BluBuni: Sweet!

Grace: What did you need from us?

EV!Sonic: There's something I wanted to ask you about, if it's alright. Kenji accepted a couple of months ago, so I'd like to discuss... a possibility for you guys, too, alongside Bunfriend and Aloe.

To be continued another day...

[whywishesarehorses]

My Wild Horse Story

By Dailynn Palmer, WY

I wanted to write a post about one of the most special horses I’ve ever had come through my life. I’ve worked with hundreds of horses, but my life would not be what it is had this specific mustang not been a part of it.

Meet Oliver.

I forget what HMA Oliver originated from but he was started in a women’s correctional facility in Wy. Oliver had a good start in life and was eventually sold to a wonderful family owned guest ranch/outfitter.

At some point Oliver changed- he became the horse no one wanted to work with. He bucked off some of the best riders who came through that ranch.

I had a series of extremely hard events happen in my life in 2018. I couldn’t face my current life so I decided to disappear to Wy for a time and happened to begin working for this same ranch in 2019.

I worked with some other horses, and listened to everyone talk about the black-listed Oliver. Even one of the other riders, who I truly admired for her skill, was vocally nervous about getting on Oliver. This is someone who would gallop across the 700acre property bareback, jumping anything in sight. I don’t even have the balls to do that.

Well, we were short-mounted one day so I was left with a choice between Oliver and an older gelding. I chose Oliver, and I’m sure glad I did.

There are no words to really describe how this horse healed me. He holds such a special place in my heart, akin to my first horse but so wildly different.

Now this is starting to sound like a fairy tale, huh? Well let’s get something straight- he was an absolute a** when I first started working with him. But I persisted. We spent a lot of hours in the arena just goofing off. Eventually, we built enough of a report for light trail rides outside, which led to days worth of adventures into the wilderness completely alone. We saw the world together. We watched deer, birds, antelope, rabbits, a bobcat and even a couple bears together. This dude had a heart of courage and our adventures together were limitless. Nothing phased him. He reminded me of a time in my youth when nothing mattered and I felt invincible. I felt my fire for life slowly returning and my deep wounds slowly healing.

Eventually, we started with leading out guest trail rides. He loved it. Then we began leading pack-strings in preparation for the hunting season. He loved that. Soon enough, we were leading all the hunters, guides and packhorses through 15mi worth of certified wilderness to go to and from camp. He was a star. Everyone was floored by who this horse had become. I didn’t feel the same way because I simply felt like he was the same Oliver I had to spend a century trying to catch that first day.

Towards the end of hunting season (right around Oct.) things were starting to get very cold and the weather unpredictable. We were headed back from hunting camp, getting close to the ranch, a horrible thunder and hail storm took over earlier than expected. We were leading the pack at this time. We all had to dismount because the lightning was striking so close and quite a few of the horses were shod. It was terrifying. The hail was so strong it would leave marks on your skin, and you couldn’t see a few feet in front of you. We had a long meadow stretch to get through. I was leading three packhorses and Oliver was next to me. He understood his job in that moment and powered forward. He allowed me to shield my face next to his neck and kept me warm as we slowly made it through this wretched storm. It was physically draining and scary. But I had my best friend by my side and a silent assurance from him that he would take care of me and get us home. I trusted him, and at the time it felt like with my life. At that time, we had absolutely leading me.

We made it home.

No damage was apparent until our next pack trip, when I urged Oliver to the front of the line to lead and he stopped completely and refused. He lost all of his confidence in leading, which was his favorite thing a week prior. This broke my heart. It was a slow process but he eventually gained back his courage to lead. It was almost like he rebuilt my courage so that I could help him regain his when the time came.

A month later it was time for me to pack up and leave. I helped haul the horses to their wintering paddock and personally turned Oliver out. I gave him one big hug goodbye and that was the last time I saw that wonderful horse. I have stayed in touch with the owners and have received glowing updates about what a good boy he has been since. But I’ll tell you what, I miss the crap outta that animal.

He wasn’t the prettiest horse on the planet, he had a horrible trot and he was always a difficult catch, but boy do I love that guy. Even now as I write this, I tear up thinking about him and how much he changed me.

I know this was a long post, but I just wanted to share about a mustang that truly changed my life.