#the hair floof was back for this role

[dollwrites]

Dizzy drabbles!!! Okay okay okay…so my idea. Ace (OP) with a reader who’s forced into petplay. Maybe where he’s been really “kind and sweet” and he proposes making her wears ears, collars, and tails but she avidly refuses. So he gets smug and convinces her to try it, but the collar can’t home off maybe? And he spends his time “breaking her into” the role with praises and uses of the word “puppy”. Very random. Kinda specific.sorry if it doesn’t make sense! Thank you!

— ⟡ dizzy drabbles disclaimer !!

all dizzy drabbles are written when i am extremely high ( or, dizzy ) and they don’t contain a trigger warnings list. if there’s no indication by the request, you can assume that the fic is nsfw + dark-leaning, if not blatantly dark. these pieces are never proof read so mistakes are probably present. < 3 enjoy your experience

“Sit pretty, little puppy.” Ace croons, squatting behind you. you could feel the heat radiating from him, the smooth skin of his chest against your shoulders, and the imposition of his knees spread wide on either side of you. his mouth against your ear, breath standing hairs on end. “I’m trying to give you your treat.”

you’d long since crumbled to your knees, unable to withstand his merciless teasing as his fingers caressed your netherlips, slipping between them to run miniature laps up and down your sex, tracing the shape of your swollen clit, and then gliding down over the damp terrain to prod against your opening. however, your crumbling hadn’t stopped him. in fact, he’d simply chuckled and followed, squatting behind your body, keeping his arm pressed tight to your belly while his fingers strummed at your sensitivity.

“Ace… fuck, oh my go—!”

gurgling over your own words, you remember why it’s difficult to breathe. both of your hands creep up to your throat, your nimble fingers slipping beneath the rough leather of the collar he’d slapped around your neck minutes before. you tug against the resilient material, getting nowhere. “T—take it off… can’t breathe…”

Ace sighs. it wasn’t a sigh of annoyance or exhaustion, but one of adoration. he was enjoying this. “If you’re moaning, you’re breathing, girl. Keep whimpering for me, puppy.” you could hear, every now and then, the key to the thick, metal lock on your new accessory jangling in his pocket, but he had no intentions of doing such a thing, and you knew that. he’d been begging for this for much too long, to turn you into an obedient dog. even going so far as to bring out a small, round plug with a fluffy, curled tail attached, which had been promptly pushed inside of you whilst he played with your cunt. “And what a cute, little whimper it is.”

and now, when you start to protest against the collar, you feel a little tug on the floof of the tail, wiggling the plug around in your tight canal, and you mewl and squirm. Ace’s other hand had dropped to your behind, to grab and pull on the tail. a subtle, little tug— all the while, his fingers on your button slide down to hook themselves into your cunny as he shushes you. Ace rains little pecks of hot breath and wet lips over your ear as he mutters, husky and excited. “Uh-uh-uh. The collar’s not coming off, pup. Good girls wear their tags so everyone knows who owns them. You’ve been doing so well already, don’t you want to keep being a good girl for me?”

you thought about bringing out the snark. telling him that you were tired of playing as his pet, and you wanted to go back to being his girl again, but the feeling of his fingers knuckle deep in you, tips rubbing against the tender inner nerves he knew to be there made it difficult to deny him of anything. so, you nod with a low moan. “I wanna be a good girl for you, Ace…”

Ace swoons at this, excited by your submission ( even if it was coaxed out of you by his skillful finger fucking ), and the hand on your tail leaves it, palm pressed against your bare skin, it rubs upwards on your back. “Good girl, good fucking girl…” when it careens between your shoulder blades, you haven’t the time to tense before he pushes you forward, on to all fours. it wasn’t a violent action by any means, but one to remind you of your new position as his favorite mutt. your chest presses close to the wooden floorboards, your ass poked up and angled in his face as he leans close to the cunt he works his fingers deep inside, watching you dribble your arousal over his palm and your own thighs. “Once you’re all trained up, you’re going to make the perfect, little puppy dog.”

[starrystevie]

thinking about steve dressing up as a cowboy for halloween. thinking about his ass in tight as sin levis with an open leather vest and dark brown leather chaps with a fake gun strapped around his thigh. thinking about his hair floofing out at the bottom of his cowboy hat, curls wrapping around his ears. thinking about a loose button up shirt with a bolo tie haphazardly done up around the unbuttoned collar. thinking about the extra height his cowboy boots give him and the way he struts around so he can hear them clicking on the hardwood floor of whoever's house they're in.

thinking about eddie dressed as a vampire, black jeans and black boots and black button up, hair slicked back with fake blood dripping off his lips. thinking about his fake vampire fangs damn near falling out of his mouth when steve walks in the door and eddie's jaw drops of its own accord. thinking about eddie bringing steve a beer and watching with wide eyes and beating heart as he pops the bottle cap off with the buckle of his thigh holster before taking a long sip. thinking about steve tipping the brim of his hat to eddie before sauntering off with a hope that a certain pair of brown eyes are following him.

thinking about steve using the extra inch of height from his boots to press eddie into the bathroom counter and tilt his head down when he kisses him. thinking about steve pulling back with a smear of red across his own mouth. thinking about eddie taking his role too seriously and biting at steve's neck, his jaw, his exposed chest until it's blooming with bruises. thinking about steve wrapping his hands in the blood red velvet cape around eddie's shoulders to drag him into an open room and maneuvering him where he wants him.

thinking about robin dressed as a sheriff, frustrated and wondering where the fuck her costume partner has been the whole night before seeing them leave a room with matching red grins and a cowboy hat perched on a vampire's head.

[insomniac-jay]

DC OC | Solana's Heritage & Helioas

I'm finally talking about Helioas and its relation to Solana's heritage

Let's start with the basics of Solana Banks's heritage: she's half human. She feels a disconnect from her mother's side because she was raised in Helioas for most of her life and also the fact that her mother's family didn't even know she existed until a few years ago.

Her full name is Princess Solana Phoenixia Selemaine Aerius. Her mother Lucille named her Solana because of her blonde hair and the sunburst birthmark on her back. She's used to being called that instead of Solana Banks.

But to get a deeper meaning of her mixed kid dilemma, let's take a look into Helioas.

Helioas is the alternate dimension where Solana hails from. It has one sun and two moons-- one major and one minor. The major moon is called Selemaine and the minor moon is called Ilsaria.

Much like Koriand'r, Solana's people are descended from animals. In her case it's birds, namely the phoenix. Many Helioasans have intricate tattoos that can transform into wings. Every Helioasan has different wings; Solana has more avian wings while her father had angelic ones. Their feathers range from red to gold with many members of the royal family having orange and gold ones.

Helioas is mostly desert but has a few rivers. As a result, river gods are some of the most worshipped alongside the sun goddess Rasina. One of the river deities is Rasina's own sister-in-law, Orsha.

Helioasans are darker skinned with dark eyes and bright or dark colored hair. Yoja, Solana's father, has red hair while his mother had blonde hair; which is whom Solana gets her hair color from.

Helioasan culture is very matriarchal with the queen being the center of the government. The queen has the final say in all matters both political and social. The king also plays a vital role, which includes the overseeing of religious holidays, domestic affairs, etc. So if Solana were to return home, she'd become the ruler of Helioas by birthright. Women have a very high social and political standing in their society, especially when it comes to the upper class and aristocracy.

Helioasan noblewomen go through a rising ceremony, which is when they set out to become members of society. Noblemen are taught to court noblewomen of high-ranking clans using singing, dances, and gifts such as housemaking and cooking. One famous mating ritual is when a man makes a woman's bed after their wedding, which shows commitment, respect, and love.

Which is why when Solana walked in on Bart making her bed, she became embarrassed and told him she wasn't interested in mating him, which was awkward for everyone else.

Now back to Solana and her mixed kid trauma.

Solana exists between two different worlds: Helioas and Earth. As I mentioned before, Solana was raised on Helioas most of her life. She was raised with the same ideals and principles that other Helioasan royal women are raised by. She knows everyone on her father's side of the family.

She has very little knowledge of Earth through Lucille and even then finds it hard to adapt to the planet. But when her father is killed and Helioas is destroyed by Belladonna, she has to go to that place she has little knowledge of and spend the rest of her life there.

On Earth, she has trouble fitting in with the other kids. She gets made fun of for speaking in a formal manner, how she dresses, etc. Not to mention her powers. There's a major disconnect between her and her human counterparts, including her mother. Solana hasn't had to face some of the things Lucille has because of where she's from. She's not used to the kids in her class living in normal houses instead of grand palaces.

And that's what makes her feel isolated. Because she is quite literally the only one of her kind.

@floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid @jasontoddssuper @honeypotsworld

[majormeilani]

okay oc character design rambling whee

so like i'm going to ramble about cassidy here so jfjfhhuudsyyjd

okay so when designing him, i took many things into consideration and i just feel like talking about them.

- for the reason that i chose him to be a magpie was many things. namely since i wanted him to be with the crows and have a role with them, he was to be a corvid type of bird. i also was reading about magpies and thought them to be an interesting display of his personality (magpies are described as smart and clever (one of the meanings of his name) and he's the kind to be rather deceptive and stuff, which magpies sometimes are thought to be lol)

- another reason i chose for him to be a magpie is i thought it would be a nice middle ground for when i was choosing his color palette and other design choices, i wanted him to have both some color and contrast

-this namely came to why i chose to give him the hair that i did as well. i chose for him to have a pompadour similar to how the pompous crows have a stylish pompadour hairstyle on their heads. i also decided to give his hair the impression of curly hair because one of the meanings of his name is "curly-haired" or "curly-headed." the choice to define his hair pattern with a blue-green color was referencing how grooves' feathers are a blue-green color, plus i just think it looks neat to put a brighter color on black/a darker color

- when choosing his colors, i chose to reference both conductor's color palette and dj grooves' with the addition of the small crows in the game and irl magpies. you can see that i referenced the red of grooves' coat for his cape and his clothes are similar in color to how conductor has dark clothes with gold buttons on them. there is two sets of gold buttons on his coat as well to make it slightly different to that of conductor but still similar in a way.

- the red cuffs, trim and lapels were to bring more red throughout his design to make it less dark

- the choice to give him gold chains was gothic inspiration, as goth people seem to wear chains often. this also slightly references how grooves' outfit is decorated with gold decor like the studs and buttons so it gives him a bit of flair.

- the ultimate choice of his main wear, aside from the cape, was because i googled what a hotel owner wears and i picked one that met with what i thought would match the idea i was going for. it also makes him look a bit gothic and vampire-like, and because i made him a horror movie director and hotel owner, i thought that to be fitting

- the choice to give him a black widow spider pendant thing was because i thought it looked neat, for one, and two the animal has an hourglass shape on it, which i thought to be fitting since hourglasses are the main collectables in a hat time LOLL (even though by technicality his black widow is backwards, since the hourglass on irl black widows is on their underside rather than their backs. but it looks cool so i don't care LOL. also it helps to bring the bright red of his cape into more of his design)

- the choice of his eye color is inspired by the fact that the small crows in ahit have glowing yellow eyes AND there's a species of magpies that have "orangish" eyes. since i liked both, i chose for him to have heterochromia. at one point for his finalized design, i have given him dark eyes to reference irl magpies but i felt that it made his eyes blend in too much with his main color palette, so i ultimately settled on the heterochromia eyes as it made them stand out and gave his character more allure

- his tail feathers i decided to curl and kinda floof out just to make him have more silhouette to him and also since irl magpies have rather LONG tails, i thought to have his tail kinda drag against the ground too, kinda like a long tail coat to add to the drama of his character

- the bands that are on his arms were something that the outfit i was referencing for him had but also i like to think they serve dual purpose beyond just being part of the fashion. they can be unclasped along with the cuffs at his wrists and his sleeves can unravel and he can fluff out his wings to actually fly if necessary. his wings are like a cross between irl bird's wings and arms with hands on the end.

- he has the color pattern of an irl magpie underneath his clothes on the rest of his feathers

- this is more character trivia than design stuffs but i had him being british due to a few things. namely i seemed to find in britain they have some superstition about magpies and also since i sometimes have him refer to people by the pet name "dearie" (like how grooves and conductor both have their own pet names for people) i found it to be rather fitting for him to be british lol.

- some of his character design also comes in the shapes i chose to put into it, like the curl shape of his hair and tail (like a "c" shape) and the sharp pointed part on his beak and the cuts in his cape (like "v" like shape)

that's all i got for now but yeah :)

[dirt-grub]

big wild hair is sexy and this absolutely applies to anyone of any gender ethnicity and hair type

[idy-ll-ique]

Voices.

Pairing: Chris Evans x F!Reader

Genre: nothing but floofy-floof

Warnings: none

Requested: nope

Summary: in which you can hear the voice of your soulmate in your head and Y/N's soulmate is someone really special— her celebrity crush.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! do y'all know how long ago I wrote this fic, like— at least 2 years ago. damn. so in advance, im sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes or bad punctuation in the fic that I forgot to correct (apology for bad english 😌)

oh and

bold/italics - chris

only italics - y/n

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Hey, you still there?

Y/N snapped out of a trance and focused on the voice. Yeah, yeah I'm still there, she thought to herself. She was hearing the voice of her soulmate, or rather, was speaking to him, telepathically. The thing is, you could hear the voice of your soulmate in your head. You could talk, hold conversations, but the only thing was that you couldn't ask for their name.

You had to guess. Most of the people made plans, like let's meet here or there and concentrate hard enough, I'll see your name written on a paper. It was a thing, I mean, if you concentrated hard enough, you could see what your soulmate was doing. It was like a cheat code of sorts. Most of them found their soulmate in that way.

You see, Y/N loved surprises, so she wasn't going to find her soulmate just yet. Y/N wanted to figure it out for herself. Your soulmate couldn't hear every single one of your thoughts, though (which was how she had zoned out mid-conversation). Listen, we should meet up sometime.

Aw, already? she thought with a pout on her lips. Yes, I'm very excited to meet you, I've been waiting for too long, the voice replied, chuckling. It was a manly voice, really deep and raspy. She loved it. When Y/N was small, about 4-5 years old, all she could hear were swear words and dirty thoughts; characteristics of a teenage boy.

From that, she inferred, that soulmate was much older than her, about 8-9 years older than her. She didn't mind, She was kind of into older guys anyway… But I like this game we have! Why do you want to ruin it? she asked, shaking her head. Alright, sweetheart, just for you, I'm holding back. But I don't have much patience, the voice laughed. Y/N smiled.

Without even meeting her, Chris loved the voice in his head. She sounded so sweet and welcoming, maybe she was younger than him. He couldn't wait to meet her. Chris had tried to plan their meeting for so long now, but she just wouldn't give in. She was also a feisty one. He smiled to himself as he walked down the street, engaged in thoughts about his soulmate.

In his haste, he accidentally bumped into someone. "I'm so sorry!" he blurted out, instead hearing a soft ouch, shit in his head. His brows furrowed. The lady he had bumped into just kept on walking. Are you alright? he asked his soulmate in his mind. Yeah, just bumped into someone while walking.

I bumped into someone just now too! he told her excitedly, still staring at the lady who had now stopped in her tracks. She turned around, scanning the crowd. Then she looked at him, but maybe she didn't realize that she had bumped into him. Holy shit, I see— Then it all went blank. See what? Chris questioned desperately.

He still wasn't sure whether the woman he had just bumped into was his soulmate or not.

Why can't I say the name of the guy who played the role of Captain America?

Chris froze and stared at the lady, jaw dropped. She was lost in her thoughts, confused. He slowly walked to her and stood in front of her; she stared back at him, her heart racing. This was her celebrity crush, who was currently looking at her as if she hung the moon. But why? Why was he looking at her like that?

"You can't say his name because that's me, you technically can't say his name because you aren't allowed to," Chris whispered to her, smiling softly. Her eyes widened.

"You! You're the voice I hear in my mind! Chris freaking Evans is my soulmate?! How did I not realize?!" The woman exclaimed, shocked. Soon though, she got a wide smile on her face. His eyes widened too, hers was the voice he heard as well! "What's your name?" he asked her as they hugged. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N," she replied, smiling.

"Wanna join me for a coffee?" he offered, holding his hand out. She put her palm on top of his and nodded. Both of them entered a nearby coffee shop. "So, what do you do?" he asked her after ordering two coffees. "Nothing. I'm unemployed right now, just got out of my last job. I gave an interview yesterday at Ralph Lauren, just waiting for a call back," she shrugged.

"Oh, into fashion?" he asked her, smiling. "Yeah, got my degree and all. Just needed a job, Ralph Lauren offers a good amount of money," she chuckled. Chris smiled again. "Reminds me of Rachel Green." She laughed more, which warmed his heart. Her laugh was adorable. Suddenly, her phone rang and she looked at him, wide-eyed.

He nodded dismissively and she picked up the call. She spoke for a while and when she ended the call, she had the biggest smile on her face.

"I got the job at Ralph Lauren, I'm starting tomorrow!" Y/N squealed. They couldn't have picked a better timing. "Congratulations, Y/N!" he told her, grinning. After spending some more time at the cafe, they parted ways. She went home while he went back to the sets where they were filming Avengers: Age of Ultron.

"Hi Chris, you were out for a long time, what's up?" Chris Hemsworth asked, smiling at Chris Evans as they stumbled upon each other. "Nothing, just met my soulmate, had a cup of coffee with her." The older Chris feigned nonchalance. "You what?! That's awesome, man! So, how is she, what does she do?" Hemsworth asked him excitedly as both of them walked inside.

Robert and Scarlett were there, talking. "She's so beautiful, I stopped functioning when I saw her. She works at Ralph Lauren, she's a fashion designer," Chris told him with a smile. Robert and Scarlett looked up. "Who?" Scarlett questioned. "Y/N," he said simply, sitting beside Robert. "Who's that?" Robert inquired. "My soulmate." Chris smiled, as if in a trance.

"Boy, you look like you're in love," Scarlett laughed. "Because I am, she's that beautiful," he told her adamantly. "Whoa, did you ask her out?" Robert snorted. "I'm back from our first date." We had our first date right now, didn't we? he asked her in his mind.

Of course we did, I loved it. Hope to meet you again soon, her voice replied and he could practically feel her smile.

Sure, I'm in town for a few more months, I'll mind-text you as to when I'm free, he told her, sporting a smile on his face. She outright laughed in the comfort of her own home. Mind-text? Sounds fun, she agreed and focused on the Netflix series she was watching, turning off the "magical telepathic link" between them.

Chris, too, focused on the others only to see them smiling at him. "Talking to her?" He nodded at Scarlett. A few minutes later, all of them went to another room to begin with the shooting of a new scene.

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Y/N danced as she prepared dinner, singing along to You Don't Know Me by Jax Jones. It had been a month since she last saw Chris. He had promised her a date, but he didn't get time. She couldn't blame him, he was a busy man. Y/N was shouting the lyrics of the song in her head, unaware of the fact that Chris was snooping in on her mind.

Hey, calm down, she heard Chris chuckling in her mind and shrieked in real life. What are you— are you snooping on my mind? Chris! she thought, scandalized. He laughed more. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I wanted to ask you out. Are you free right now? We could meet in the same coffee shop, he asked. She grinned and nodded to herself. Of course, I'll be there in 15.

She quickly got dressed, wearing a pair of track pants and a t-shirt (like she was wearing on their first date). She didn't bother with her hair or makeup, it looked good anyway, she just bolted out of the house. Y/N entered the coffee shop to see Chris already sitting there, wearing a suit. She cursed herself mentally, making Chris look up.

He stifled a laugh. She went and sat in front of him.

"I'm so sorry I look like a single mother of two kids who hasn't slept in a year," she moaned, "I didn't know you were gonna show up in a suit." She facepalmed for good measure. "It's quite alright, you look beautiful. I wouldn't have you any other way, I should say. I'm coming back from a party right now, therefore the suit."

She blushed softly at his compliment. He ordered two coffees for them and they started talking. "So, how's your job at Ralph Lauren?" Chris asked, smiling at her. "It's amazing, I got promoted. Now I'm the head of the department, with my own office and all," she told him, smiling back. "That's great! Oh, congratulations, honey," he grinned.

"Thanks," she muttered, blushing slightly when he called her a nickname. "You look cute while blushing, has anyone ever told you that?" Chris winked as their coffees arrived. "No one, ever. I don't interact with people much, it's a tedious job," she half-joked, smiling.

"Really! So who are the people you talk to?" he joined in. "Well, there's my assistant, my mother, my bro and you. That's all. I've got some friends, but I rarely talk to them, only on the phone while texting, that is," she shrugged. "Nice, nice," he nodded as they finished their coffees. "Allow me to drop you home," Chris offered, taking out a key which she found out was for his bike as they left the café.

"No it's alright, I'll go," she refused immediately. "Nonsense, you're practically my girlfriend! I'm going with ya," he shook his head. They looked like an odd couple; one wearing a suit while the other looked like she had just woken up. Surprisingly enough, the one who looked like she just woken up had the best fashion sense among them. "Hop on," Chris grinned.

She sat down behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Both of them chatted for the 2 minutes that took them to get to Y/N's home. Once they reached her building, she got down from Chris's bike and turned to him.

"Thanks, Chris, this has been an amazing second date. Can't wait for the third," she told him with a smile. "Me too," he smiled back. A few seconds later, she turned to leave but Chris suddenly grabbed her hand, turning her around. "Wha—" She didn't get to finish her sentence as Chris pressed his lips to hers. She kissed back, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I just had to, sweetheart," he panted as they pulled away from each other, breathless. "Wow," she breathed out as Chris rested his forehead against hers. "So, um, see you on the third date, yeah?" Y/N giggled as they stepped away from one another, smiling. "I'll make it as quick as possible. Can't stay away from you, darling," he winked.

"How flattering," she winked back and turned to leave, purposely adding a sway to her hips knowing that he was watching. And fuck, was he watching. "Oh, the things you do to me, my dear Y/N."

"I heard that!"

"Good!"

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A/N: Thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed!

[spideymarvelws]

Pillow Fort

Fratboy!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

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A/n : Got this idea from when i made a pillow fort in my room cause i was feeling lonely :’) Also this isnt really a part two to behind doors, just a branched off oneshot from further down in there relationship

Summary : Peter is tired from a rough night of patrolling and comes home to you sleeping in your very own pillow fort

Warnings : SMUT! (oral [fem rec], dirty talk, sub/dom dynamics) some nice floofy floof

Word Count : 3.7k

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Peter had never felt so drained after patrol. 

Maybe it was because he stayed up all night studying for a Physics quiz or that classes throughout the day seemed to drag on because you weren’t there to entertain him with your silly pick up lines you came up with on the go. After his last class ended, he didn’t want to go out as spider-man. All he wanted was to swing by your apartment and cuddle for the rest of the day, but when he heard about a new gang terrorising the city on Mr. Delmer’s radio, he knew he had a responsibility to stop them. 

One gang and a drunk driver later, he found himself landing in front of your window, knocking lightly on the glass. After a few seconds of not getting a response, he assumed you were already asleep. Carefully, he slid open the window, stepping inside your bedroom. He locked the window before taking off his suit with a heavy sigh, leaving him in his boxers, ready to slide into bed with you.

However, as he sat on your bed and his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he noticed that it was stripped bare of any blankets or pillows. He stood straight up, looking around your room until his eyes fell on a deformed structure hidden in the corner.

It was a pillow fort. 

It was flimsy, a significant dip in the roof (he could only imagine how much it annoyed you throughout the process of making it) but it kept hold. The wooden chairs on either side were the only support for the fort, heavy books keeping the sheets secure. It was rickety, but a fort nonetheless.

Peter let out a small sigh, a soft smile forming on his lips as he walked up to the structure, trying to find the entrance in the mountain of blankets. Getting on his knees, he crawled through, his hands and legs ending up on either side of your sleeping form.

“Baby?” He whispered, placing his hand on your cheek, “Sweetheart? Love? Babygirl?” He littered your face with kisses, slowly waking you up.

You let out a loud groan, stretching your arms out and almost knocking the flimsy blanket ceiling. Peter raised himself slightly, trying his best to give you enough room to stretch in the small space

“Shit,” you mumbled, making Peter chucked at your sleepy state, “Oh... Hey Petey,”

“Hey, Y/n/n,” Peter mumbled back, letting out a breathy laugh, “Missed you,”

You raised your hand to push the loose curls falling down in front of his face behind his ear, giggling at the fact that it felt right back in his eye. He blew the strand with his mouth, his nose crunching up cutely when it went right back to tickling the side of his face.

“I need to cut it soon,” he said, lowering himself into your body, his head buried in the middle of your chest like a puzzle piece fitting perfectly in place.

“I strongly disagree,” your said, almost offended at his words as your passed your fingers through his soft, pillowy hair, “Cut it and I’m asking Tony for his blasters,”

“Are you sure he’s going to let you borrow it after last time,” Peter looked up at you, his left cheek squished against your shirt, his lips slightly parted.

“Who says I haven’t been practicing?” You smiled, scratching his scalp, enjoying the feeling of his body melting into yours.

“Oh really?” He mumbled, “I’m going to have to see those skills sometime babe,”

“I don’t know Peter...” you dragged, biting your lip and tugged on his hair gently, “I don’t want to steal your thunder,”

“That confident huh?”

“That I could beat you in a fight, one hundred percent,”

Peter shook his head, “I’m sure you can,”

You gasped at his sarcastic tone, “You have no faith in me!” 

“I never said that,” he pinched your side, raising back on his arms to hover over you.

You pouted angrily, crossing your arms over your chest, “It was implied,”

“Oh was it now?”

“Yes, yes it was,”

Peter rolled his eyes playfully.

“Maybe I just don’t want you to get hurt,”

“Then I’d tell you to go fuck yourself. I’m incapable of getting hurt and I don’t need your protection,” you replied smugly, sticking your tongue out.

“Is that so?”

You hummed in confirmation.

“Okay then,” he grinned, trailing the pads of his fingers up the side of your waist, “Protect yourself from this then!”

His hands pulled the bottom of your shirt up, revealing your stomach. Without hesitation he attacked the soft skin, wiggling his fingers in the places he knew would make you scream. 

“For fucks sake Peter!” your hand shot up to his chest, trying to push him away as the giggles took over your body, your chest bubbling with joy while your breath escaped your lungs.

“Stop! Peter! Oh. My. God. Stop!” you laughed, fists pounding at his hard chest. 

“Then tell me, you wont get those blasters Y/n!” he said, a sinister smirk on his face, “I’m not letting you go until you tell me!”

“I-” you heaved, “Peter! I-” you giggled, “Holu fuck!” god damn did your chest begin to hurt, “Okay! Okay! I won’t get them! Now stop!”

His hands suddenly left your body as he leaned back on his calves to admire the mess he made of you. Your chest raised up and down with desperate breaths to calm your rapid beating heat, your face blown out and your eyes closed in a silent thank you. You sighed, letting your stiff limbs fall back into the cushioning with a thud, relaxing fully. 

It reminded him of a very different scenario other than the aftermath of an innocent tickle fight.

“You know I was having a great time before you showed up,” you murmured after a while.

“I find that hard to believe,”

“Oh really?”

“Yes really, I’m amazing!”

“You’re a monster.”

“Your monster though,”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever makes you sleep at night,” you paused, opening one eye to look up at him, “You’re still not cutting your hair though,”

“You’re still on this!”

“It was the point of this whole conversation! Of course I’m still on this-”

“Oh, that's it.”

With your one eye still closed, you let out a surprised hum, circling your arms around Peter’s neck, as his lips met onto yours. You sighed into the kiss, his body relaxing into yours while his hands trailed the side of your body once more, lifting your left thigh against his waist. The kiss became hungrier, soon both your tongues became entangled with each other. You didn’t bother to fight for dominance, knowing Peter already took that role when his hand rested on your ass, squeezing tightly at the skin.

“I hate you,” he mumbled, pulling back and pressing his forehead on yours.

“Sure seems like it Petey,” you whispered, voice low and sultry.

With a low growl, he smashed his lips back on yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth. God you loved getting him riled up, as much as you loved your shy, little nerd, the other side of him you saw in bed turned you on more than you could think of as you slipped into sub space.

But you didn't want to do it in something as unstable as a pillow fort.

“God, I’ve missed this,” he whispered into your mouth, moving to your jaw and down your throat.

“Peter,” You groaned, pushing on his shoulders lightly, “Not here, baby.”

Sucking on your collar bone, Peter mumbled, “Why not?”

“I don’t- fuck,” you gasped as Peter pulled up your shirt and latched his lips onto your nipple, massaging the other with his hand, “I don’t think fucking in an unstable pillow fort is going to be really advisable,”

“Don’t knock it till you try it right?” He snickered, moving his lips to the other nipple.

“Were going to knock the fucking thing down,” you grunted, bitting down on your finger while the other grabbed the sheets underneath you.

“Well it’s either here or your bare mattress,” he whispered, raising his head back up near yours, tugging at the bottom of your shirt and pulling it over your head, leaving you in just your panties, “You decide.”

“You ride a tough bargain Peter,” you whispered back, biting your lip at the darkness in his eyes.

He continued down your body, his voice deep with lust, “You know me princess,” he placed a kiss on your stomach, moving down your hips before reaching the side of your thighs, taking them in his hands, “I like when you beg,”

You groaned at his words, throwing your head back as his lips hovered over your clothed core for a split second. But he avoided contact at all costs, focusing on biting and sucking on your thigh, moving between the left and right and getting closer to the place you wanted him the most.

“Peter,” you whined, running your hand through his hair, tugging at his locks once again.

“I thought you heard me earlier princess,” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling your heat closer to his face, “I want you to beg,”

You groaned, not wanting to give in. But the light kisses to your clit and his hands moving up and down your thighs, you didn’t know how long you could resist before you broke.

“Come on pretty girl,” he bit the inside of your thigh, sucking the skin to form a bruise, “Beg for it, beg for what you want so badly,”

You tucked your head into your shoulder, “Touch me peter,” you mumbled, yelping when he slapped your thigh.

“Louder pretty girl,”

“Oh god, touch me Peter! Touch my pussy, please,” you said audibly, your hands shooting to his hair, desperate for something to hold onto.

Without any further discussion, Peter teared off your underwear and buried his face between your thighs, lapping at the juices that started to escape your lips minutes before and continued flowing onto his tongue. If there was something he loved more than life itself, it was your taste. Nothing could match up to the sweet nectar that your body gave him. He loved giving you pleasure that nobody else could. He glanced up at you, head thrown back, thighs closing in around his face as your hands pushed him deeper into your core.

If there was a heaven, this is what he imagined it would be.

He shook his head, flicking his tongue deeper inside of you before moving up to suck your on your clit gently. One of his arms stayed securely on your waist, keeping you down so you didn’t destroy the structure around you while the other moved closer to your heat. He tested the waters by gliding his warm finger tip over your cunt and slipping it in, paying attention to your body’s reactions, jerking and tensing under him.

“More,” you whimpered, “More, please Peter,”

“What was that baby? Did my needy girl want more than what I’m giving her?” his laugh sent vibrations up your torso, “What did I say?”

“To- to beg,”

“So what are you going to do?”

“Peter, Peter please give me more, I want it faster, harder, anything! Just please!” you cried, jerking your hips off the ground but his strength held you down.

“Good girl,” he smirked, adding another finger while quickening his pace. His mouth stayed working around your sensitive bud, brushing his tongue along it like he was painting a precious artwork. 

His fingers however were ferocious, pumping in and out of you at an inhuman rate. Your juices began to soak the sheets beneath you, hips grinding back down like the desperate whore you were, pulling his digits deeper inside you.

“Peter, I’m- i’m gonna cum,” your legs began to shake, your voice rising higher and higher while you orgasm approached, “Please Peter! Can I cum? Can I cum?” 

“Go on baby, cum for me, cum in my mouth, cum all over my fingers,” his fingers moved impossibly faster, plunging in and out of your pussy, “Fall apart for me princess.”

You screamed when your high hit, your back arching out of his control. He slowed his movements, sailing you through it, prolonging it for as long as possible. When your body slumped back on the floor, he trailed his lips back up your stomach, staining your skin with your cum. He pushed his lips on yours, moaning as you devoured his mouth, drinking up every last drop.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “You ready for more princess?”

All you could muster was a nod, playing it off as exhaustion from your recent high. Even after a years of dating, you were still as closed off and shy from when he met you in bed, holding back your precious voice from him. He tried his best to keep you talking, to tell you that screaming like a banshee was all he ever wanted. But every time you came back from your euphoric state, you were always self conscious of doing something wrong or saying something out of line.

He was determined to make that your biggest confidence using the little things he picked up along the way.

“Come one princess,” he muttered groggily, moving to your neck and kissing your pulse point, nibbling and sucking on the skin, “I’m not going to do anything if you don’t speak up,”

You looked up at him with doe eyes, a completely different person from the one that was bickering with him earlier. One that was willing to do anything and everything he wanted. But he wanted tonight to be about you, he wanted to do what you wanted, to pleasure and worship you the way you deserve.

It was your pillow fort he was about to fuck you in after all.

“I- uh, you could do what you were… you know, going to do?”

“And what was that sweetheart?” 

Heat rose to your face, you hid your head in your shoulder in an attempt to avoid saying such vulgar words. Peter only squinted his eyes, the gears in his head turning as he thought of something to get you to speak up.

“Alright then,” he smirked, “Have it your way.”

You watched with curious eyes while he slipped out of boxers, taking his hard cock in his hand and guiding it to your puffy hole. He slowly unsheathed himself inside you, resisting the urge to pull back out and slam right back into you. You were always so tight around him, and your uncontrollable clenching just destroyed him even more. 

In one swift motion, he turned the both of you over, careful to keep his chest pressed against yours so you didn’t raise up and mess up the fort.

“There we go,” he sighed, letting you settle comfortably in the new position with your hands pressed against his shoulder and legs on either side of his waist, keeping his cock buried deep inside of you.

“Peter I-”

“Ah, ah, ah, my turn to speak now princess,” he cut you off, squeezing your hips when you moved around a bit too much for his liking, “Now, we’re going to work on our communication skills okay? Meaning, everything you’re feeling as I fuck you, I want you to tell me. And by everything, I mean every detail princess,” he lowered his voice, “I want to know how my cock feels inside of you, what goes through your mind while you fuck yourself sensless,” He rutted his hips up, smiling when you fell further against his chest, whimpering into his neck.

“I. Want. To. Hear. Every. Word,” he punctuated each word with the thrust of his hips, “Or else this ends, you got that princess,?”

You instinctively nodded but quickly caught yourself, “Yes Peter,”

“That’s my good little princess,” he took your cheek into his palm, bringing your head and to press his forehead against his, “Ready?”

“Yes Petey,” you nodded, letting out a shaky moan when he started bouncing you up and down his length, meeting you halfway.

“Go on princess,”

“It- it feels good,” you stuttered, closing your eyes to focus on the pleasure and not Peter’s lustful eyes staring back at you, “You’re… you’re really big Peter. Stretching… me out… so, so good,”

“Good girl,” he groaned, quickening his pace with every word, “Keep going.”

“I… I-” you slumped fully against his chest, “I can’t, all i feel is you Petey. I- I can’t think, all I… I could only feel-”

“Then tell me what you feel Y/n, tell me everything.”

“Amazing… so- so full and deep.” your fingers digged into his skin, “Could you go faster? Please Peter, I- I need more,”

“Anything for you princess,” he mumbled, planting his feet on the floor and ramming into you at the same pace he did with his fingers.

“Ah fuck!” you tightened your arms around his neck, “Peter! Oh god Peter! I- I-”

“Are you close princess? Gonna cum on my cock?”

You nodded into his neck, all you could manage was a whimper, “Yes… can- can i?”

“Go ahead princess, cum on my cock… you deserve it,”

You bit down on the skin of his neck, trying to keep your head from throwing itself back. Peter stilled his hips, filling you up with his seed while keeping you close, sighing as shot up into you. You sunk into his body, your breath hot against his skin while you regained your energy, snuggling closer for comfort.

In the silence that followed, Peter couldn't help but chuckle.

“Round two then?”

...

“Soo,” Peter whispered softly, crawling back into the sheets and lying besides you, “Why the pillow fort,”

You cuddled closer to his bare chest, letting out a soft breath once your cheek made contact with the warm skin. No matter how cold the air around him got, you could always count on your boyfriend to be your own personal heater.

“Was feelin’ lonely,” you mumbled, letting out a big yawn, “And I got bored,”

Peter chuckled, running his hand down your bare back sending shivers up your spine, “It’s nice, comfortable,”

“Yeah, I did a pretty good job didn’t I?” You smiled, curling your legs around his, “Took me three tries to get it right,”

“Three tries?”

“Well my college dorm doesn't really have much stuff to work with now does it,” you looked up at him with hooded eyes, blinking slowly while jabbing your finger into his left peck drowsily, “Would’ve been easier if my boyfriend came earlier though,”

“I thought you liked that I lasted long-”

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

“That’s not what you said a few minutes ago,” He laughed when you smacked his chest, placing a sweet peck to your forehead as an apology, “And I’m sorry for being late, got caught up with some bad guys and well… you know the drill,”

“Yeah, I know, I know,” You hid your face in his neck, snuggling in closer to his body, “Shouldn’t you be back at the house by now?”

He sighed. Harry had asked him to help out with cleaning up the house for your hopeful arrival in the next couple of days. Him and the rest of the boys planned out the week already, and today’s plan was to fix up the place and set new rules that kept it that way. But seeing you lying besides him, glowing like an angel by his side... words couldn't describe the emotions he felt in that moment. All he knew was that he couldn't wait, he felt like he waited long enough.

That this could be the perfect, special moment he hoped for.

“They could survive without me for one night,” His hand tightened around you, “I- uh, actually came here to ask you about something until we got... well, distracted,” he laughed lightly. 

You hummed, acknowledging his statement and urging him to continue.

“I was wondering if you would want to move in with me?”

“Wait, wait, wait,” you sat up on your elbow to look at him directly, “You’re saying you want me to- you want us to live together? With everyone?”

You felt Peter clam up under your palm, biting his lip as he avoided your gaze, “I mean, you’ve already met everyone and they all love you, probably way more than me. And I can’t you know, guarantee your safety here not to mention i have to disable all the cameras around the block if i want to swing into your window and, and-” he took a deep breath, taking your face in his hands, “That and I really love you, and I would love to take this step with you, only if you want to,”

You immediately engulfed up into a tight hug, awkwardly fitting yourself in his hold but you could hardly care about your uncomfortable position.

“Of course I would move in with you peter,” you smiled, pulling back to look at him, “Honestly, I’m growing tired of this small place anyways,”

“Good, that’s good,” he bit his lip, trying to suppress the urge to screech at the top of his lungs at the thought of your ever saying yes, “We- we’d sort all of this out in the morning,”

“Of course, of course,” you nudged your nose against his, “In the morning,”

Before he could lean in to kiss you, he heard something fall on the floor with a thud and without warning the sheets above you fell, slapping the both of you in the face.

“Maybe chairs with wheels wasn't the best choice for this,” you giggled, pushing up the sheets from your head.

“You think?” Peter joked along with you, helping to get rid of fabric blocking your eyesight.

He witnessed the blanket being pulled off of you, relieving your glowing skin and bright smile staring back at him. He knew he was taking the right step with you, he knew that you were the one for him because with a simple look or touch you made him a complete mess. He was wrapped around your finger just as much as you were around his.

And he couldn't be happier.

“To the bed?” he whispered.

“To the bed.” you responded, finally locking your lips on his, sealing in your love in the now fallen pillow fort.

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[shinyfire-0]

I went to see POTO in Her Majesty's theatre in London on the 30th July 2021 with @aphaea21 and @emptymasks. I first saw the show in about autumn 1990, at Her Majesty’s theatre in London. I was sitting in the gods, I could see very little of it and I hardly knew what was going on. But it made a huge impression on me. I saw it twice in 1999 when I was a student in London. The actors in the lead roles then were really lacklustre and underwhelming, and so seeing this production which felt so 'revived', in comparison to what it was in the late 90s was brilliant.

Please bear in mind that I am not an expert on the ALW musical version of POTO. I love the musical and it was my first introduction to POTO but I don’t know much of the precise details of the production.

On arriving at the theatre it was immediately clear that the audience was very excited, and the staff were very happy. There was a real atmosphere of joy and thrill. Lots of people had seen it before. People wanted to talk in the loos and in the queues. @emptymasks was sitting next to people who had not seen it before at all and so had the fun of being with people who gasped when they saw certain scenes. The audience was very involved throughout the performance. People gasped at the unmasking and at the sight of the Masquerade when it was revealed; they laughed, they cried, they reacted audibly at all the right parts, and we all stood up to applaud at the end. I love being with an audience like that, and I think the performers all really felt the audience's support and love. My review is very subjective and really positive because for me, the whole experience was just incredible. I really picked up on the amazing atmosphere of fun and excitement and genuine love for the show that filled the theatre. It was so wonderful to see it live for the first time in twenty years, and after all that’s gone on over the past 18 months.

Her Majesty's theatre is a beautiful gem of a place, but it is surpringly small. It is the perfect theatre for POTO.

@aphaea21 and I were sitting on the front row, the new row A. I have been to the theatre a fair amount in my time but I have never once sat on the front row for any performance of anything ever. Sitting on the front row with an excited and involved audience for the first week of a show that has been closed for over a year is a really added to the thrill of the experience. The seats are sold as giving you an immersive experience of the show and that was certainly true - we were so close to the action. We could have touched the conductor. In fact, @real-hidden as me to floof his hair. We did not do that, for fear of being evicted from the theatre. Instead, at the end, we asked for a selfie with him. He was very nice. And good at conducting. And he was happy to be in a photo with us.

The cast were full of energy and responded to the excited audience. Lily de la Haye as Carlotta was excellent - she is funny, sympathetic and an amazing singer. She and Piangi (Greg Castiglioni) were great together. I now have a terrible desire to write ‘Merik & Carlotta Get It On.’ The performance of Prima Donna was brilliant. The managers were still very funny. There was a lot of to-ing and fro-ing with the ‘Act three ballet’ with M. Andre being caught up with the dancers for a long time. I thought it was fun.

I can’t remember what the orchestra sounded like before it was depleted. There were clearly the sounds of the harp played by a synthesiser (I know because I could see the man playing the keyboard). The music was all live, there were no backing tracks. The music was lush and beautifully performed but it was not overwhelmingly loud. It was great to lean over and look into the orchestra pit at the end to enjoy listening to them playing the music as the audience left. And sing along (quietly!).

The costumes were all gorgeous. I have no idea about any of the details on them or what may or may not have changed. To me, they were bright and vivid and intense, and just such a treat for the eyes. I was almost glad I had to wear a face covering during the performance because I essentially sat with my mouth open in awe for the whole time. I think that being on the front row made everything that much more intense and extravagant. I don’t much like the music to Masquerade - I think it can sound repetitive and thumpy when I listen to the soundtrack, but seeing it performed live with the dancing and the amazing costumes transformed the piece into something wild and almost bacchanalian.

Holly Anne Hull was really fabulous as Christine. I would liked to have seen Lucy St Louis in the role, but Friday is alternate day. It just means that I have an excuse to see it again to try to see her in the role. Anyway - Holly - she has a beautiful voice which sent shivers down my spine. She is quite a ‘strong’ Christine. She seemed completely committed to the role, Her voice is excellent and she seemed to warm up as the performance went on.

I was interested in her performance of PONR. There was a moment of absolute stillness and it worked really well during PONR when Christine realises who is under the shroud. Holly Anne paused, looked frantically into the audience, and then clutched her skirts as if puling up her Big Girl panties to find the course to carry on. And then from that point onwards, she seems to be very passionate about Erik, almost as if she has been given permission to touch him and hold him. She is in Erik’s arms when he sings to her the words from AIAOY (I think!!), which I thought was really moving. I thought that Christine seeming to want Erik at this point was for the purposes of romance but @emptymasks thought it was because she was playing along with him to keep on the stage longer to allow more time for him to be killed! Holly Anne absolutely didn’t put a foot wrong, I was moved and convinced by her perfomance of Christine. And she was weeping at the curtain call so extra points for that.

Killian Donnelly as the Phantom. OK, so I’m not an expert in actors’ portrayal of Erik in the musical, but what I know I like in a performance is a combination of an amazing voice, sexinness, some wailing, a bit of sobbing, and lots of Weird. Oh, and menacing. And a bit crazy. In any order. Killian has a fabulous voice; he can hold those high long notes incredibly well, he has power, he has depth. He did the wailing and the sobbing quite well - when he was on the ‘throne’ during the Final Lair, he turned his head away to the wings and did some quite amazing sobbing. I liked his slithering after the unmasking - he went along the full width of the stage on his belly. Holly’s reaction to the slithering and moaning and finally, the sobbing, was great.

What Killian didn’t do particularly well was Sexy. Which is a shame. For example, during PONR when he was sitting on the bench, facing towards the audience, he sat very still with his hands resting on his outurned knees. I was DESPERATE to see a bit of the ol’ thigh rubbing at the very least but there was none of that - just this strange still posture that he held while listening to Christine sing. Maybe the intent to show how he was concentrating on her. He did warm up a bit towards the end when Holly stood behind him and raised their hands together. But overall, especially in PONR and MOTN my verdict was: could have been sexier.

Killian on the Pegasus. As I said, I was THRILLED to be sitting in the front row and so when he was on the Pegasus he was very high up above the stage. The Pegasus moved slowly after AIAOY accompanied by low ominous music. Then it stopped moving and he climbed up between the wings of the Pegasus to reveal that he had been up there on the roof listening to Raoul and Christine, heartbroken, all along. It would have been interesting to see this from the gods or the seats in the circle because there were definitely things I missed in his performance being so far below him. There was sobbing, and then there was power when he stood up to sing angrily after Raoul and Christine. It certainly didn’t feel like he was being wheeled about on a carousel horse. There was a filmic sense as the statue moved as if we were seeing it from a different camera angle. There are Pegasus statues on the roof of the Garnier and their symbolism is great for this story. It is a shame they had to remove the Angel, but personally I don’t think this was done for nefarious reasons.

Killian’s deformity looked very sore. @aphaea21 commented that he looked like he was in the immediate aftermath of a severe industrial accident. Whatever had happened to him it looked very painful. During the Final Lair he did manage the sobbing, he managed to portray the range of emotions that Erik goes through in those few short minutes; desperate sarcasm, rage, madness, despair, but I really don’t think he ever let rip. I would say overall his performance is controlled and competent but that he really needs to up either the Craziness or the Sexy to make his performance more memorable. However, when Christine came back to return the ring they held each other’s hands for a long time and both seemed very reluctant to let go of the other - that was a very moving moment. He was really able to hold those long powerful notes at the end of the show - vocally he is very capable.

Other things I enjoyed, essentially because it was all the fun of live theatre - the flame throwing at the graveyard scene was great and the flames that happened at the front of the stage were so intense I thought my eyebrows would be singed off. I was thrilled by the Red Death disappearing trick (I don't need subtle when it comes to theatrical technique). It was great to see Rhys as Raoul jump into the ‘lake’. That added a bit of heroism and daring to the otherwise dull character of Raoul. Rhys gave a great performance - he seemed like he really loved Christine and would do anything for her. He is tall and thin and lanky. I hope one day that he plays Erik because his physique would be perfect. The chandelier came very close to the heads of the audience. I loved it. I love that chandelier. It gave a great performance.

I think the very last part with Meg went wrong. I think she is meant to hold the mask up at the end in the spotlight, but I could see almost straight away when she ran to the empty chair that the mask was missing. She had a long pause looking into the seat and at one point we thought she was going to lift up the musical box and hold it up to the spotlight which I think would have been absolutely fabulous. In the end she chose not to and just knelt down in the spotlight holding nothing at all, which was a bit sad.

tldr: I loved it and I want to go and see it again tomorrow.

[chockfullofsecrets]

Critical Role: Don’t You Know?

(Read on AO3)

Rating: Gen

Summary: Clarabelle just giggles, revealing a little gap between her two front teeth. “What?” she asks. “Don’t you know? Caduceus never starts tickle fights, he knows he’s gonna lose!”

“Belle,” Caduceus says loudly, “maybe you should go check on the tea-”

Beau likes to think she has a good sense for potentially incriminating information, and right now it’s pinging off the fucking walls. “No, no, no, tell me more.”

Wordcount: 3.7k

A/N: fill for this anon prompt! and for a bunch of people who want to see poor Cad get absolutely wrecked, apparently XD 

spoilers for C2E92 and C2E96 - and a little side note that i may have forgotten the timing of certain Greater Restorations while planning this fic, so let's just pretend that the clerics had two more of them to cast that day 🤦

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Beau doesn’t like feeling jealous. It’s not a frequent feeling, around the Nein, since they’re all pretty much the same level of fucked up, but watching Caduceus and his siblings sit in amiable silence as they work through prepping whatever grows around here that passes for dinner is starting to get to her.

Maybe it’s just too soon, after going back home to Kamordah. She’s fine, or she will be - she loves her friends and they love her and her parents don’t and that’s fine, but -

She grits her teeth. All she has to do is sit here in this corner and wait for Caduceus’ mom to finish making tea in the other room, and then she can take it and run and leave this happy little family tableau to their own devices. She’s got a bottle of wine and access to a trickster cleric, it’s not going to be that hard to have a good evening.

She’s still mulling over what kind of pranks she can play in a petrified temple when the littlest Clay - who’s still a good head taller than her, because fucking firbolgs - finishes scraping the peel off the last unidentified vegetable in her stack and drops her knife with a bright little clank as she turns to her brother. There’s no way Caduceus hasn’t noticed that for every one she’s done herself she’s snuck another into his pile, but Beau’s not going to be the one to rat her out. “Okay, I’m done, lemme look at your hair! I bet I can fix it, I have all my dyeing stuff with me.”

Caduceus eyes his own pile and, very slowly, starts pushing it in his older sister’s direction. Beau chokes back a snort.

Said sister’s eyes narrow. “No!”

The little one pouts at both of them. “But Calliope, look at him, he needs help!”

Big sister - Calliope - takes advantage of the little circle the three of them are sitting in to shove both of their shoulders simultaneously. “No. If you two are taking a break, then so am I!”

Caduceus rumbles out a laugh, already starting to undo his braid. “Sure, but you’re explaining why we’re not done to Mom.”

It’s a low move. Beau approves entirely.

Calliope scoffs and tosses her paring knife in his direction handle-first, laughing herself when he yelps and dodges. “Oh, we’ll see who’s doing the explaining.”

She’s smiling, though, as she gets up and stretches. Beau takes one look at her insanely toned arms and has to swallow convulsively to get her saliva flowing again.

As she wanders off, Caduceus shakes the last of his hair loose and flops the whole pink mass over onto his face. “Don’t pull too hard, Clarabelle, it’s pretty fragile right now.”

“I’m not a baby, Caduceus,” Clarabelle snarks, and promptly climbs halfway into his lap to bury her hands in it and start bemoaning the state of his roots.

The quip slips out of Beau’s mouth reflexively. “You know he’s just luring you in so he can tickle you, right?”

It’s kind of their thing, her and Caduceus, whenever one of their group is standing anywhere in his vicinity and his hands are free. The reactions are great - the warning makes Jester bounce excitedly, Fjord and Caleb go all red and sputtery, Yasha look up in quiet anticipation - fuckin’ adorable, by the way - and Nott threaten to kill them all as she darts away.

And if she’s a little too invested in the way Caduceus huffs and throws her a quiet little smile before reeling his victim in, like they’ve got an inside joke that’s just for the two of them - well, that’s just an unexpected benefit of the chaos.

Today, though, two pink heads snap in her direction. Caduceus makes a panicked little sound, barely audible under all the floof, and isn’t that interesting.

Clarabelle just giggles, revealing a little gap between her two front teeth. “What?” she asks. “Don’t you know? Caduceus never starts tickle fights, he knows he’s gonna lose!”

“Belle,” Caduceus says loudly, “maybe you should go check on the tea-”

Beau likes to think she has a good sense for potentially incriminating information, and right now it’s pinging off the fucking walls. “No, no, no, tell me more.”

Clarabelle beams. “Calliope!” she yells. “C’mere, we have to tickle Caduceus!”

Caduceus’ ears shoot up in obvious alarm. He lunges forward and makes a decent attempt at smothering her through all the hair in his way, but Calliope’s already turning around.

Beau shivers - apparently the smug Caduceus look is genetic. “Did I hear that right, Belle? Caduceus has been going out and starting tickle fights?”

Caduceus lets go of his sister and gets halfway up before Clarabelle tackles him with a war cry. They’re wrestling on the ground, lanky limbs everywhere and absolutely terrible form, by the time Calliope lopes over.

She reaches in with one hand and hauls her seven-foot-tall brother up into a sitting position by the collar of his shirt - fuck, that’s hot. Beau firmly suppresses the urge to fidget as Calliope tugs one of Caduceus’ arms up over his head and yanks his sleeve down to his elbow. “Well, Caduceus? Got anything to say for yourself?”

Caduceus actually whines. It takes serious effort not to gape in shock. “I didn’t do anyth-ING-NO-”

His protests dissolve into near-silent squeaks as Calliope starts to tickle his - hands? Beau watches closely as she drags her fingertips up his forearm, fluttering them lightly in the crease of his elbow, and commits the technique to memory.

Caduceus’ helpless grin is wider than she’s ever seen it. He braces his feet on the floor and tries to twist free, elbows akimbo. “Calliope! Stohop it, I’m - heh - I’m not-”

She snorts. “Not a chance, we’ve got - how many years has it been again?”

“Two hundred!” Belle chirps, and dives in to worry at the backs of Caduceus’ ears with blunt fingernails. The trembling, stuttery sounds he’s making jump an octave as he frantically shakes his head from side to side.

“Ten,” he snickers. “Belle - heeeh, hehe - cut it out, I’m - mmm! - I’m serious, come ohohon-”

Clarabelle turns back to Beau. “See?”

Oh, Beau sees. She’s gonna get so much mileage out of this.

Caduceus looks over at her too, eyebrows furrowing, but Calliope’s already talking over the both of them. “Well, that’s a lot of years to catch up on, I’d better pull out the big guns.”

Caduceus’ eyes widen. Beau decides to help the panic along and mouths big guns? in his direction, slipping her notebook out and opening it to a fresh page.

Caduceus yelps and throws himself forward with alacrity she’s never seen from him, ripping his arm from Calliope’s grip and nearly scrambling past Clarabelle before his big sister takes a step forward and scoops him up under the arms. “Nice try,” she tells him. “Might have worked, if you weren’t so scrawny.”

She drops him on top of Clarabelle. “Hey!”

“Sorry, Belle, you gotta stay out of the way!”

“No, I’m helping!” she insists, and dutifully wrestles her way on top of Caduceus to start tickling his ears again.

Caduceus wheezes and curls into a ball, trying fruitlessly to shove her away. “Belle - Belle!-”

“Let’s see, let’s see…” Calliope muses, crouching down and plucking a booted foot from the pile of limbs. “Legs?”

She grabs Caduceus’ calf and squeezes it like a piece of dead meat. He squeals. “Yep, still ticklish.”

Caduceus kicks her in the knee with his other leg and she staggers back for a moment before surging forward to grab at his hips. “Ow! Oh, now you’re in for it.”

He can’t do anything but flail as she wrestles him onto his back and urges Clarabelle to sit on his belly to keep him pinned. “Nonono! M’sorry - eheheeeeh, Belle, stoppit! - I’m sohohorry! Don’t!”

There’s a pause. Beau leans forward, half excited and half trying to sense genuine distress. She’s never heard Caduceus plead like this - not her fault, the fucker has apparently been hiding his ticklish spots for months, but it’s not like she wouldn’t be willing to jump in and save him.

And maybe she wants to see what Calliope’s arms can do up close. Maybe.

Calliope adjusts her grip on him and smirks. “Heh. No, I think I’m gonna. Belle, you got him?”

“Yep!” she says cheerfully, bare feet planted on each side of his ribcage. Caduceus has managed to press one big palm over her face, keeping her at arm’s length and away from his ears, but she just wriggles her bare toes under him and into the backs of his ribs. “Tickle, tickle, Caduceus!”

Caduceus guffaws and squirms like his life depends on it, but there’s nowhere to go. “Noooo - hahaaaheeh - stop, stop, not my ribs-”

He keeps begging as Calliope levers a hand under his back and starts rooting around for something with a focused expression. She finds it, too - Caduceus screams and arches his back nearly in half as he abandons Clarabelle and grabs desperately for her hands instead. “Pleeeheease! HHAHAH - nonnono - eheaahaaa!”

Beau can’t even see what she’s tickling, but there’s enough potential here to topple a regime. “Fuck,” she whispers. Does this make her the most powerful tickler in the Nein now? Is this what ascending feels like?

She’s surprised that the rest of the Nein haven’t come running yet, with all the noise he’s making. But then again, she and Cad and Caleb are the best at paying attention to their surroundings and Caleb definitely isn’t in a hurry to run towards hysterical laughter.

She doesn’t mean to make any sound herself, but amidst all his struggling Cad’s ears twitch in her direction. “Beau,” he pleads. Shrieks again. “Help mmm-ahahahAA-”

“Hm, who’s that?” Calliope stops tickling, judging from Caduceus’ wheezed relief, and turns to look in her direction. Beau swears that her hair flutter in a nonexistent breeze. “Right, you, the non-important one.”

Beau nearly bites her tongue in despair - why does she have to be such a disaster around every hot woman she meets? “Yep, that’s me.”

Calliope looks at her for a moment, considering. “You look like a fighter. What are you doing all the way over there - you’re not scared of him, are you?”

It’s never been less tempting to confess the time she accidentally hit Cad in the face with some of her weeks-old pocket bacon and he tickled her until she cried. She clears her throat. “Uh, no. No. It looks like you’re doing a pretty good job already, I mean, he’s really-”

Calliope yanks her arm free and uses it to beckon her over. “Eh, come here - Belle, watch it, I’m going to flip him.”

Caduceus squawks in renewed panic as one of his sisters tumbles off him and the other wraps her arms around him and twists him facedown like a wrestling move from the back-alley brawls Beau used to sneak into as a teenager - and, once again, hot.

She swallows again and strolls over as casually as she can while Calliope pins him across the shoulders with her forearm. “Riiight - here.”

She doesn’t even touch, just points to the backs of Caduceus’ thighs, but he obviously knows where she’s leading. “Beau, no,” he yelps.

He tries to pull his legs up beneath him. Beau automatically grabs him just under the knees and drags him out flat. “Hey, hey, where do you think you’re going?”

Calliope raises an approving eyebrow. Beau tries not to blush. “It’s his worst spot - he’s ticklish there if you so much as look at him wrong.”

“We chased him up a tree once,” Clarabelle pipes up. She’s tap-tap-tapping blunt fingernails across Caduceus’ back, sending him shivering. “He stayed up there all night until Dad went to get him.”

“Beau, don’t,” Cad rasps. She’s heard him sound perkier seconds after coming back from the dead. He’s laughing still, quietly, and it sounds somewhere between the lava of the volcano forge they stayed in once and Frumpkin’s rusty purrs.

“Not so fun when you’re the one doing the begging, huh,” Beau tells him. She flicks him, once, in the back of the leg and looks incredulously at his siblings. “So you’re telling me his absolute worst spot… is his fucking butt?”

Calliope shrugs. “He’s so weird, isn’t he?”

All three of them laugh at that, even Caduceus, so Beau figures it’s all right. “Yeah, we’ve noticed. We’re all weird though, it’s kind of our thing.”

“Sure,” Calliope says. “He’s weird and ticklish, though, so if I wanna pin him down and get all his worst spots then he’s just gonna have to deal with it-”

Caduceus peels his face off the ground and gasps out a few strangled syllables that reverberate in the warm air.

Both of his sisters shriek as their eyes fill with black ichor. “Caduceus!” Calliope yells, letting go of him and grabbing for her face with one hand and her holy symbol with the other. “What did you do?”

Caduceus props himself up on his elbows, panting. “Oh, it’s just something I picked up,” he tells her smugly. “Don’t worry, it’ll wear off.”

“After how long,” Calliope growls.

Clarabelle giggles, still draped over Caduceus’ back. “Oh, this feels weird!”

He laughs and starts to crawl out from under them, but Beau’s not done with him yet. Mercifully un-blinded, she snags him around the knees again. “Wow, usually you’re the one telling us not to be mean to people.”

Caduceus rolls onto his side and looks sharply back at her, sighing in relief when she holds her hands up in surrender. “Well, I know these people.” He shoves gently at Clarabelle, wriggles a finger into her side when she doesn’t move. She squeaks. “They deserve it.”

He grins down at her, unrepentant and bratty, and Beau can’t help but grin back.

“So are your thighs really that bad?” she asks. “Or-” she jerks her chin over at Calliope, who’s started praying. “-did you just decide to be a jerk all of a sudden? Also, how the fuck did we not know how ticklish you are? You wreck us all the time!”

Caduceus shrugs. “S’easy to get in your heads,” he says. Beau bristles a little at that, but he’s not wrong - Caduceus has this way of looking at them like he’s going to take them apart one way or another, and the tickling is probably the safer route. Doesn’t hurt that they can always trust him to set them right after, either.

“And they’ll get me eventually, might as well have some fun with it.” He fixes Beau with a stern look. “Now you, on the other hand-”

She interrupts him. “Hey Cad, how long’s that spell supposed to last?”

He blinks. “A minute, why?”

Beau points wordlessly over his shoulder at a clear-eyed Calliope. “Uh.”

Caduceus twists around. “Oh, dear.”

That’s all he has time for before Calliope grabs his shoulders and twists him facefirst back into the ground. “You know,” she tells him, “I was going to go easy on you. Was. You’re lucky I’m not calling Colton in here.”

“That’s ‘cause Colton’s a jerk,” Caduceus says, muffled and remarkably calm.

“So are you, apparently,” Calliope retorts. She forms a vibrating claw with one hand and digs it into his spine, and Caduceus shrieks. “You can’t just blind people!”

“I’m telling Mom and Dad!” Clarabelle agrees, wiping one last black tear from her eye and lunging back in to knead mercilessly at the backs of Caduceus’ ribs.

Caduceus shrieks again, kicking helplessly, and tumbles straight back into hysterical laughter. “Come - hahaAAA - come on!”

Beau’s fairly sure that he’s going to hurt himself if she jumps in, but Calliope looks breathlessly over at her and grins with a bloodthirsty look that Beau recognizes all too well. She usually saves it for enemies, though, or Caleb if he’s being particularly insufferable. “Is that what he does to you guys too? Go on, get some revenge!”

And well, put like that…

It takes a bit of effort to pin one of Caduceus’ flailing legs, especially when he catches wind of what she’s doing and starts kicking even more frantically. “Hold fucking still,” she yells.

Caduceus is losing it, less put together than she’s ever heard him. “I cahahan’t!”

Beau jams the ball of her thumb into the nerve cluster just above his knee until his leg goes dead. “There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“What was that?” Clarabelle says, sounding delighted. “Can I learn how to do that, Callie?”

Beau ignores her, focusing in on her prey. “Let’s see, how many apologies am I looking for?” She’s pretty sure she deserves every single time that Caduceus has tickled her to pieces, but the opportunity to tease Caduceus the way he does with them is too good to pass up. “I’ve lost count at this point, guess we’ll just start the ball rolling and see what happens.”

She squeezes mercilessly at the back of his thigh, making sure he can feel it through his homespun trousers, and he laughs a bit louder and squirms as best as he can, but it’s not enough-

“Huh,” she says, trying to channel Caduceus, and watches his sisters dig into his back for a moment. Something something destiny, calm, balance-

Oh. She grins and spiders her fingers ever so lightly over the vulnerable spot, and Caduceus howls.

Beau settles in, satisfied, and keeps spidering until he’s thrashing and laughing too hard to get more than a couple broken words out. He’s not anywhere near out of breath, not yet, so she figures they’ve got at least a couple more minutes of squeaking, ticklish Caduceus and she’s going to enjoy every single one of them.

“Oh, dear,” someone says, unexpectedly close. Beau whips around to see Caduceus’ mom, holding a whole tray of mismatched teacups and looking like she’s desperately trying not to laugh.

Caduceus’ ears twitch. “MOM,” he wails. “SAVE ME, I’M GONNA DIE.”

She does laugh then, a little misty-eyed, and juggles the tray so she can prop a hand on her hip. “Calliope, Clarabelle, be nice to your brother,” she chides. “He came a long way to find us.”

“But he blinded us!” Clarabelle tattles, painfully earnest even as she grins from ear to ear. “He hasn’t even said sorry yet!”

“Clarabelle Clay.”

Beau’s spine locks up in instant parental-dissatisfaction panic, but Clarabelle just laughs and echoes back “Mo-oom,” before moving her hands and sprawling forward onto her brother. Calliope stops too, with one last dig into his back that inspires a final agonized wiggle, and sits back on her hands triumphantly as Caduceus wheezes and scrambles up to safety.

Beau rocks to her feet, sticking her hands in her pockets, and takes in the full glory of a seven-foot-tall firbolg doing his level best to hide behind his mother. Clarabelle and Calliope get up too and grab their tea, the former sticking her tongue out as Caduceus peeks at her with narrowed eyes.

“If you two are done,” Caduceus’ mom says firmly, “it looks like there are still vegetables that need attending to.”

“Oh, yeah,” Calliope says, and fixes Clarabelle with a look.

“Yeah!” Clarabelle echoes, looking innocently back.

She yelps as Calliope drags her away. Beau shuffles her feet for a moment as Caduceus’ mom turns to her. “Uh - if some of those are for us, I can take them - I know you guys probably want your time alone-”

Caduceus ducks a little further down, and his mom laughs again. “Oh, dear, you can stay as long as you like, but these will be better hot.”

“Got it.” Beau smirks up at Caduceus. “I have to go talk to Jester, anyway.”

She grabs the tray and speed-walks back across the room, barely hearing Caduceus’ hurried “I’ll go help her” before his heavier footsteps echo behind. If it were Fjord or Caleb she’d channel her ki to beat him handily back to the others, but, well - he doesn’t deserve it, really.

He’s walking fast, anyway - once she slows down, it’s only a couple seconds before she can feel his warm presence at her side.

He holds a hand out for the tray. “Don’t tell them.”

Beau looks at him then, still smug, and grimaces. “Oh, Duceus, you’ve got something on your face.”

He makes a face and wipes at his running nose with his sleeve, still trying to catch his breath. “Don’t tell them,” he says again. “I mean, they’ll find out eventually, and none of you are as mean as Calliope so it’ll be okay, but - please.”

She pretends to think it over. “I don’t know, I think your sister’s kind of great.”

Caduceus sighs heavily. “I’m not surprised.”

“I won’t tell them.” She does reach over to nudge at his spine though, expertly balancing the tray, and laughs as he squirms away from her. “You have to… make tea for me every night though. For a week.”

Caduceus blinked. “I already do that, you asked me to.”

“Which is exactly why I’m not gonna rat you out, Caduceus. You’re just a little bit less of an asshole than the rest of us.”

Caduceus looks - surprisingly pleased, at that. Beau tells herself it’s more about the prospect of not having Jester try to jump him every morning than her approval. “I appreciate it.”

Beau hands the tray over and crosses her arms, looking up at him. “You don’t really mind though, do you? Seems weird that you’d keep getting all of us, if you did.”

He shrugs. “I don’t, it’s just- it’s different around family. They already know everything about me.”

That jealousy sneaks out onto her tongue, quick and bitter, before she realizes it. “Well, I wouldn’t know.”

Beau looks away then, speeding up to get ahead of him. She manages to take a single step before something tickles at the back of her armpit and she nearly drops all of her stuff.

She curses and whirls around. “Caduceus!”

He looks evenly back at her. “Yeah, you would.”

It takes a second to connect the conversational thread, but she can’t help but smile once she does. “Thanks, Caduceus.”

He smiles back. “You’re welcome.”

“Deal’s off though,” she quips, and before he can react she’s sprinting down the hallway as fast as she can.

She’s not going to tell on him, but for tickling her? He’s gonna have to chase her down if he wants to make sure.

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Based off this prompt (#735) from @ironstrangeprompts

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“Slick his hair back!”

 “No! No! It looks better down!”

“Ugh! Absolutely not! And what’s with that tie!? I thought we agreed all black was the best choice!”

 “He’s going to an auction not a funeral, you fool!”

 “I say we forgo the suit all together and have him go casual!”

 In all his years practicing the mystic arts, Stephen never once thought his vocation in sorcery would one day lead to him standing half naked in a room surrounded by various old men giving him fashion advice.

 “All of you, quiet!” Wong called out amongst the commotion, silencing all the residents in the room at once. “Besides, what he wears is the least of our problems. What we need to worry about is his seduction skills, or should I say, lack thereof.”

 Wong eyed him disdainfully, crossing his arms and shaking his head at him. Stephen scoffed, spreading his arms out in indignation as the masters around him flittered about.

 “Well he’s going to have to learn soon, or we’ll never get the relic.” Master Dee said as he circled around Stephen, leering over him and reaching out squeeze one of Stephen’s biceps. To the other side of him Master Lhamo leaned in to squint at Stephen’s bottom from behind his glasses—and gave it a firm pinch.

 “Excuse you!” Stephen cried out, jumping away from them as he turned a bright shade of red. “That’s enough! I will not be subjected to manhandling for a relic that — in case you needed reminding—for all we know could have been rendered nugatory after years of obsolescence!”

 “Need we remind you, that regardless of whether or not the relic is still functioning—“ Master Zam growled, his tone leaving no room for argument. “—If whoever gets their hands on it finds a way to get it to work again, they could potentially wipe out all existing life as we know it!”

 Stephen sniffed, turning to look away. Logically he knew the masters were right, now that they’d been made aware of the relic and what it could do, it was of utmost importance that they retrieved it before landed in the wrong hands. The only problem was it’s current location and keeper—the Maria Stark foundation. Worse then, they’d come to find out that not only did the MSF hold proprietorship over the relic, they were looking to auction it off to any bidder with enough money to get it too.

 The even bigger problem with that was that the order was, for lack of a better word—well, broke. So painfully and terribly broke.

 Realizing this is what had brought forth their current plan into fruition—the seduction of Maria Stark’s only son in order to retrieve said relic; Anthony Edward Stark. Unfortunately for all of them however, their plan was proving harder to carry out than they’d at first perceived. First and foremost was the fact that the idea of trying to trick Tony into developing any sort of attraction toward him under false pretenses, didn’t sit well with Stephen. At all. Secondly, there was also Stephen’s shortage of dating from now to all the way back to the days of the accident. It wasn’t really that Stephen lacked the proper skills to charm the pants (literally) off Tony Stark, per say, rather that he lacked the ability to carry them out through his new withdrawn and modest disposition. Which is how he had ended up here, enduring dating tips from people older than the Hindenburg disaster.

 Stephen sighed and pinched the bride of his nose, nodding and plastering on a sardonic smile as he looked around the room. “Very well. Please. As Wong said, I need all the help I can get.”

 “Bah!” Master Tenzin cried out, smacking his hand across Stephen’s back with a bright laugh and causing him choke on his own spit. “Don’t you worry, Stephen, I’ll have you know I was quite the lady charmer before my days in the order. Why the women practically swarmed toward me like bees to honey!”

 “More like flies to dung.” Master Dee sniggered beside him, elbowing Stephen in the side as he laughed—it seemed neither of them new the meaning of personal space.

 Stephen could only offer him a wry smile in return as Master Tenzin waved the other man off, stepping in front of Stephen instead.

 “Hush, you. Now, pretend I’m Stark, young, handsome and ready for the taking.” He said, reaching up a hand to floof his imaginary hair while sticking his hips out seductively.

 “I think you mean ancient, ugly and ready for the grave!” Master Dee called out beside him, trying in no way to hide the obnoxious laughter that followed.

 “You shut your mouth! Stephen needs to focus if he wants to score tonight.” Master Tenzin rebuked, shaking his fist in resentment at his fellow master before looking back to wink playfully at Stephen. “Pay him no mind, Stephen. Just focus on me. Now—” Tenzin’s voice lowered down an octave before he spoke again. “What’s a big strong handsome man like you doing here, hmm?”

 Stephen shuddered in disgust and turned to glare at Wong who merely shrugged. Maybe the destruction of all life in the universe wouldn’t be so bad after all.

  —

 After three long tedious hours of role-playing with Master Tenzin, (along with rude commentary from Master Dee) Stephen was even less sure of himself than he had been before as he stood between the crowd of gala attendees. After almost bumping into the fifth person that night in trying to look for Stark, Stephen opted instead to make his way to the bar. Only to actually bump into someone just as he was about to reach the counter. spilling the person’s drink all over them in the processes. Fantastic.

 “Fuck, I’m sorry.” Stephen mumbled, clumsily trying to wipe down the other person’s shirt with shaky hands. He hoped the tremors weren’t too noticeable, but he also knew his sudden nervousness was only making them worse. “I didn’t mean to—let me—if there’s anything I can do?”

 Stephen winced at his lack of eloquence.

 “Maybe stop trying to do whatever this is? Pretty sure you’re making it worse.” The person chuckled, and Stephen finally decided to look up from his poor attempts at cleaning up his mess, only to find none other than Tony Stark himself. “Another drink wouldn’t hurt either.”

 Stephen could only stare dumbfounded as he tried to say something in response. Retracting his hands he finally settled on: “You don’t drink.”

 Tony raised a brow, pursing his lips and nodding. It wasn’t a secret these days that Tony Stark held an aversion towards alcohol after years of battling substance abuse. Still, Stephen didn’t think stating obvious facts about the man to his own face could be counted as flirting. It seemed Tony agreed, if the amused expression on his face was anything to go by. “Alcohol, yeah. But…I wouldn’t say no to some water?”

 “Right. That was um…” Stephen swallowed and tried to remember what the masters had told him prior to coming to the event. All at once their words swarmed his head in a bewildering mess and Stephen tried to pick out something suitable from the muddle of instructions. “Your eyes are as hard as your body.”

 Stephen wished each of the masters a terrible case of bowel obstruction that night.

 “Excuse me?” Tony asked, furrowing his brow as he tentatively stepped back an inch. “I think your the one who ought to worry about his own drinking habits, pal.”

 “No, please—“ Stephen’s hand lifted slightly before he thought better of it and kept it firmly in its place at his side. “Sorry its just, been a while since I’ve been to one of these things. I guess you could say I’m nervous?”

 Tony’s face softened a bit before he placed a gentle hand on one Stephen’s shoulders and guided him to the far off left side of the bar counter, and away from everyone else. “Well, lucky for you I spend nearly half my time at these things. Allow me to help you settle back in.”

 “Thanks.” Stephen mumbled, turning to call over the bartender only for Tony to brush him off and order for them himself.

 “Water and…?”

 “Water.”

 Tony squinted dubiously at Stephen, repeating his words to the bartender before looking back at him. A moment of silence passed before Tony started to drum his fingers against the counter. Stephen strategically kept his own hands tucked between his thighs.

 “So, not much of a drinker yourself, then?” Tony asked, flashing Stephen a blithe smile.

 Not if I want to be in control of my magic, no. Stephen thought.

 “Not for a while, no.” He said aloud instead. “Sorry, how rude of me, I just realized I haven’t even told you my name.”

 He didn’t reach out a hand for Tony to shake; he didn’t need yet another person’s pity after seeing the state of his damaged hands. “I’m Doctor Stephen Strange.”

 “Tony Stark.” The other man responded easily.

 “I know that.” Stephen smiled.

 “Maybe, but I’m trying not to assume things like that these days.” Tony said, muttering thanks when the bartender came over with their drinks. “Correct me if I’m wrong however, but last I heard Doctor Stephen Strange disappeared off the map completely after a rather nasty car accident. Or am I thinking of another Doctor Stephen Strange?”

 To the onlooker Tony appeared to be nothing but carefree and relaxed in his current company. But Stephen could see the way his body tensed just so, and the suspicious gleam in his eye as he smiled tersely at him. Ever the futurist indeed, Stephen wondered if he’d bumped into him on purpose to better survey him. Stephen couldn’t blame him though; he could only assume what kind of paranoia’s followed a man who’d been kidnapped, betrayed and attacked all in half a lifetime. Even so, Stephen found himself unwilling to reply, his own insecurities and fears teetering around the edges of his mind, besides; perhaps it was best to let Tony take the lead in things. Maybe the spurious sense of control would be enough to aid him in accomplishing his task of retrieving the relic from the other man.

 “So tell me, what are you doing here, Doctor Strange.” Tony continued after a beat of Stephen’s silence. Reaching over he picked up his glass to take a sip, eyes never leaving Stephen as he did.

 “I’m here for the auction like everyone else.” Stephen answered mindfully.

 “Really now…” Tony dragged out the words as a heedful smirk made its way over his features before his gaze roamed over Stephen’s face, looking for any signs of ambiguity. “I can’t help but wonder how you’re even going to partake in tonight’s main event, given that you’re broke now and all.”

 Stephen sucked in a harsh breath and tried not to let the flippant words get to him. He still had a job to do regardless, and if that meant putting up with Tony’s glib attitude then he had no choice but to accept every word thrown at him. He closed his eyes and counted backwards from ten before opening them again to look at Tony with his best enticing smile. Leaning forward he settled his mouth against Tony’s ear, just scarcely brushing his lips over his lobule.

 “If you take me somewhere more private, I could show you.” He whispered provocatively, enjoying the sound of Tony’s breathe hitching as he made out the sight of the man’s body shivering from the corner of his eye. “What do you say, Mr. Stark?”

—

 Stephen cried out as Tony all but flung him onto the bed, and leaned over him to press desperate kisses against his neck. Stephen moaned softly, trying to press back against Tony when he felt the other man grind down against him until a sudden feeling of revulsion and erring washed over him.

 “Stop.” He cried out weakly, shaky hands pressing up against Tony’s chest. “Stop...”

 “What?” Tony murmured against the side of his face.

 “I said stop. Please.” Stephen said, louder this time.

 In an instant Tony was crawling off of him, moving to his side and giving him ample room away from him on the bed. His face was scrunched up in overt worry but Stephen found he couldn’t look at him in that moment, instead turning to look at the ceiling and reaching up to cover his face in his hands.

 “Hey, you ok?” He heard Tony ask quietly from the other side of the bed. Stephen also heard him slide off it after a long pause of silence. “Right, ok. I’m sorry, really, I just want to know if you’re ok. Or…do you want me to leave? Cause I can leave if you need that, just say the word and—“

 Stephen let out a pitiful laugh from behind his hands before whining in self-pity. “No, it’s not you. I just—I’m sorry but I can’t do this to you.”

 “Um, I’m pretty sure I wanted this.” Tony chuckled nervously. “Like, really wanted this.”

 “That’s exactly the problem.” Stephen mumbled.

 “How is that a problem?”

 “Because I’m using you.” Stephen said, pulling his hands away and pushing himself onto his elbows to look at Tony dejectedly. Tony made a non committal hum, cradling his chin with his fingers as though to appear deep in thought.

 “Maybe, but you know, I’m pretty fine with being used by you.” Tony grinned, still flushed from his earlier tumble with Stephen.

 “You don’t understand.” Stephen shook his head. “I’m supposed to be getting your mothers vase.”

 Tony blinked stupidly at him before slumping back against the wall with a bemused expression.

 “Huh, that’s a first.” He muttered under his breath. He nodding like he knew exactly what Stephen was talking about. “So what, you figured the best way to do that would be to sleep with me?”

 Stephen could see the mental hurtles he was going through in that moment and decided to take pity on him.

 “Not me, it was actually my colleague’s idea.” Stephen said as he got off the bed and bumped his hands twice together before twin mandala’s sparked to life in front of him and submerged the room in a soft yellow glow. Before he knew it, the blue flare of one of Tony’s repulsors’ was merging with the phosphorescence of his magic to illuminate the space around them as well. 

 “You have about ten seconds to explain before I turn you into dust particles.” Tony bit out harshly, any traces of nonchalance and playfulness long gone as he aimed the repulsor straight at Stephen’s face.

 “I’m not here to cause trouble.” Stephen said, his own features taking on a more serious note.

 “One.” Tony countered.

 “But you have to listen to me, the fate of the universe depends on it.”

 “Two.” Tony continued. “Three.”

 “Please! The vase you’re auctioning off tonight, it’s not just any antique decoration!” Stephen tried to cut to the chase, but there was so only so much he could explain under Tony’s impossible time limit. “It’s an ancient artifact that could destroy all life as we know it!

 “Four, five, Six…”

 “Stop that!”

 “Seveneightnineten.” Tony finished pointedly before his frown deepened. “Time’s up. Sorry, but that’s a bullshit excuse if I ever heard one. And I’ve heard a lot.”

 “Please! Just give me a chance to prove it to you! That’s all I ask!” Stephen pleaded; firm and steady even with Tony threatening his life.

 Something in his expression must have exuded some semblance of sincerity—or perhaps it was more like desperation— as Tony lowered his arm some, analyzing Stephen through his suspicion like before.

 “Let’s say I do believe you—“

 “I should hope so.” Stephen murmured. Tony lifted his hand back again, flashing the light of the repulsor directly into Stephen’s eyes once more. “Right, not the best time to joke around.”

 Tony let out a sarcastic chuckle, smiling at him snidely.

 “Great observation, Merlin.” He taunted. “Anyway, even if I do decide to go along with this, how the hell are you going to prove to me that, that vase is some sort of evil portal or whatever?”

 Stephen fought back the urge to correct Tony’s statement and forced himself to swallow his pride. He offered him a jaded smile in return and lowered his hands in hope of manifesting the appearance of solidarity between them.

 “If you take me somewhere more private, I could show you.” He repeated his words from earlier, softer and lighter this time around.

 Tony lowered his arm, brown eyes easing with back somewhat into their familiar teasing vigilance. He smirked apprehensively at Stephen, letting his gaze rake over him in intrigue. Almost as though he was being presented with a new and exciting and project. Stephen supposed he was. He didn’t move as Tony walked over and leaned in close to his ear like he had done to him before.

 “Do me wrong, and you won’t live to regret it.” He warned harshly before his tone took on a huskier tone. “Do my right, and maybe I’ll let you do me in other ways afterwards.”

 Stephen let out a shaky breath. He was definitely going to rub this in the masters, and Wong’s faces once this was all said and done. For now, he’d gladly work with Tony to retrieve the dangerous artifact and move on to more pressing, or rather, pleasing matters.

[insomniac-jay]

We're the Future and Beyond

[Chapter 1: A New Journey Begins]

A/N: Hello, so I might start posting fics with multiple chapters on here since my poor AO3 page is already clogged up with ongoing fics.

@floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid @pizzolisnacks @peachyblkdemonslayer @blondephobicpercy @opalofoctober @elflynns-horde-of-stuff @s0ursop

"Why do you want to be a hero?"

That's a question Hisao had been asked many times by those around him. Usually it was either his friends or teachers, but this time was different. And each time he knew the answer in their heads: because his parents were.

It was no secret that Hisao was the son of two amazing heroes and they were indeed his role models, but that wasn't why he wanted to become one.

But this time it was his parents asking him. Both were revered by both the public and other heroes alike.

"Is it because of family obligation?" Izuku, one of his fathers, asked.

He had curly, dark green hair that was beginning to gray and brown eyes. All on his body were black freckles that stood out against his brown skin, and even against his wrinkles. "You don't have to lie to us, Hisao."

"I'm not," Hisao replied. "I just wanna be a hero because I wanna help others."

"Are you sure that's what you want?" Shoto, his other father, asked.

They were a tall, lithe person with fair skin. Their hair was half red and half white and their eyes were heterochromatic. On one side-- the left side-- of their face was a large scar. "We just want you to be honest with us."

"It is." Hisao replied. "I'm not doing it for the money, the fame, or anything else. I want to be a hero so I can help others." And with those final words, he got up from the table and went upstairs.

School was officially out for the summer and with that came not only vacation time, but also thinking about college and the future ahead which meant Hisao had a lot of thinking to do.

"Oh my god, we are?!"

Hisao stopped and looked through the crack of a door to see his older sister Yukiana on the phone with someone.

She was also a Hero, and the face of their family alongside his fathers. But she did a lot more outside heroics. She worked as an actress, a model, an idol. She had many faces and forms.

Her hair was tied up into a puffy bun. She wore a pink tank top and white shorts. On the floor in front of her was her suitcase, wide open and full of clothes.

"Babe, that's so sweet!" she exclaimed.

She must be on the phone with her boyfriend, Hisao said to himself. As he made his way to his room, the question of why he wanted to become a hero kept coming back. Even though he had given his parents a concrete answer, there was still some doubt.

I need to kill this doubt, he said to himself. I know I want to be a hero, I just...don't know where to start.

He walked into his room and connected his phone to the speaker while getting out one of his unopened Lego sets.

Ever since he was a child, Hisao always had a love of building, of creating. He would take apart blocks to make something new-- gears turning and spinning in his mind while coming up with new ideas.

Toys like Legos that gave him the stimulation he needed to relax or cure boredom-- growing attached to them and the feelings they brought him. 

Aunt Mei was more than happy to make him building sets and give him tools as presents for holidays and birthdays. She even let him do some work in her lab at one point. She recognized his passion for building and made him her unofficial official beta tester.

His toolbox and all the tools and screws and bolts in it were also gifts from her.

"Look at you! A little engineer in the making!" Mei beamed as the young boy unveiled his newest creation to her.

It was a medium-sized mecha made entirely with scrap metal from around the lab and nearby junkyard. It wasn't as big as the ones on TV-- being about the size of a human-- but that didn't take away the achievement.

"Thank you, Auntie." Hisao smiled as he received gentle pats on the head.

Everyone knew how he became like this, and the love and passion for construction drove Hisao. Sometimes it even clashed with his love for heroes.

It was no secret that Hisao was a heroics nerd like Izuku. He studied heroes and their Quirks and power sets all while following the few glimpses of their lives available to the public eye; even if he himself was the son of two well-known heroes.

"You've taken that apart like ten times," Yukiana pointed out. She held an infant Kasumi in her arms while watching Hisao play with his Legos. "Don't you get tired of that?"

"I can always build different things using the same materials," Hisao said as he began building another thing.

Eventually, that drive to build led to him joining his middle school school robotics team. Building robots brought the young Hisao a sense of joy and relief; as if he could express himself even more than he ever had before.

Wait a minute...

He never really thought about it until that moment-- that moment where his eyes lit up with the light of the not so distant future ahead. Why pit his love of heroics and engineering against each other when they could exist in harmony?

Then, the gears really started turning.

Opening his laptop, he typed in the words that would solidify his destiny. He was going to take a path very few took when it came to both heroics and support engineering.

Support hero

Several results showed up which made the flame burning inside him even brighter.

Support hero education

Support hero salary

Support hero companies

Now this was the hero he was going to be. Would others call him insane? Yes. Did he care? No. This was his choice, the destiny he made for himself and he was going to take it by the hands.

"Are you insane?"

Hisao sat with his friends at the table of a burger joint. They had somehow gotten on the topic of future careers and he had shared his. The reactions were, unsurprisingly, mixed. Most of his friends thought he was insane while Akiko was delighted.

"Do I think I'm insane? Kinda," Hisao replied. "But I think I should be allowed to be insane."

"Yeah! What's wrong with that?" Akiko asked. She had wild, curly dark blue hair and bright yellow eyes. Her skin was dark brown. Resting on her forehead was a pair of goggles. Before Hisao, she was the only one who wanted to be a support hero. "We all deserve to be insane!"

"But that's the hardest branch of the support course!" Hanabi exclaimed. She had bleach blonde hair with streaks of black and dark red eyes. Her skin was a warm tan. "You two will overwork yourselves to death in the name of being built different!"

"I dunno, guys," Kin replied in between eating fries. "I think that's pretty cool once you think about it."

He had shiny silver hair and bright green blue eyes. Compared to most of the group, Kin was fair skinned but he did have brown freckles all over his body.

"Kin, you're supposed to be on our side!" Akana yelled. She had brown hair and bright yellow eyes. Parts of it were styled into pigtails while the rest was down.

"But it is! You get to kick ass and build stuff!" Kin argued. "I would wanna do that if I wanted to be a hero."

"No you don't." Hanabi stuffed his mouth with fries. "Only Hisao and Akiko can do that because according to them, they're just built different."

"Anyway, where are we going for college? I just sent in my application for TIH." Hibana, Hanabi's twin sister, asked. Her hair was the opposite of Hanabi's with it being black with bleach blonde streaks.

"TIH? Damn, you wanna go to where all the OG hero kids go to?" Akiko asked sipping on her drink.

"I mean yeah." Hibana pulled out a brochure for TIH. On the front panel was a view of the school's entrance, featuring the most beautiful garden she ever seen. "It's got a good reputation and heroics program, but also, like the school itself is very pretty."

She knew she sounded shallow but in her mind it was true. From her experience, the prettiest looking schools were always the best so she would follow her gut when choosing a college.

"I think I might go overseas." Uten replied. Despite his amphibious features like his deep black eyes and bright blue skin with black dots, his hair was hot pink. "I haven't really decided yet."

"I'm going to Shiketsu." Hisao simply replied.

"Ah! To think that college is over for us already!" Yukiana exclaimed.

She was at the mall with her friends to do some last minute shopping before having to meet with Gakudan for their flight to Los Angeles.

"Yeah. It's hard to think that we're gonna be pros." Makoto replied. She had deep brown skin with black freckles and bright orange hair. Her eyes were silver. "Kinda scary once you think about it. All that time gone by and here we are."

"But it's also a time for celebration." Tetsuka, Makoto's twin sister, added. She looked almost exactly like her, the difference being that her hair turned silver towards the ends. "We're living out our childhood dreams and we're making a difference at the same time-- just like our parents."

Yukiana hummed and took a sip of her drink. What Tetsuka said was true, and she couldn't be any prouder of herself. Yukiana had come this far in her life and there was no turning back, only finding solutions and moving forward.

"Well, well, what's this?"

The group looked up to see another group lead by a brunette woman with white streaks walking towards them. Yukiana immediately recognized who it was.

"Avyanna!" she exclaimed. "I didn't think I'd see you so soon."

Avyanna smiled. "Well, you can truly never know what life has in store for you. I would also like to congratulate both you and Yaoyorozu on your journey overseas. I wish you the best of luck."

Yukiana smiled back and nodded. She had always admired Avyanna, who wouldn't? The former was perfect: powerful, beautiful, intelligent, and so much more. But there was more to her than just that, and for that Yukiana was happy to call her a friend.

"What about you? Are you gonna stay here?"

"No. I'm going back home. Though I do hope one day that our paths cross."

Yukiana hummed. "I hope the same."

Hisao laid back on his bed. For the rest of the day, thoughts about college and his future consumed all thought. The future held so much and he wanted to experience it now but he couldn't. He could feel the gears in his head turning the more he thought about the life ahead of him.

What would he do after graduation? What kind of person would he be? Would his skills improve? So many questions yet so little answers.

A yawn left his mouth as he stretched. While his mind may be active, his body was worn out. I guess these thoughts can become dreams. Hisao snuggled under the blankets and drifted off to sleep. Perhaps the future could wait after he got some rest.

[samthemarvelfan]

I also don’t like Seb’s new look. Not sure if you were talking about the outfit or the hair, but I don’t like either. Why is it shaved more on the sides of his head? And why the thicker goatee? I know he had to cut off all the black hair, but I don’t think he looks good with shaved sides. Personally, I think they only look good on darker skin tones. The outfit I just don’t like. I want Seb’s floofy hair back…maybe he’ll show his natural curls/waves? 🤞

I’m gonna guess it’s for a role? But like either way I CANT STAND IT LOL

I miss the floof too! It could also be because for like the past 2 years, his hair was DESTROYED bc of dye and styling, so maybe he had to just start from scratch 😂

[straightouttaneptune]

Partner

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warning: FLOOF, everyone except Tasha and Y/N is stupid, swearing, guns, fighting, that’s it bb!

Summary: Natasha is assigned a mission with an Agent she doesn’t know. So, she ends up dragging a civilian who she assumes is her partner into a highly-violent mission.

A/N: AHHHHH EVERYONE ITS MY FIRST FIC IN MONTHS IM BACK THANK YOU ALL FOR THE LOVE AND THE PATIENCE!!

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Y/N Y/L/N. You were just another citizen of the planet earth, not an inhuman, not an assassin, not a super, not a mutant and certainly not an Avenger. You grew up in an everyday household, went to school, had decent grades, led a good career, and overall life. 

So... how did you get here right now? To know this, we have to rewind time, to around a month ago.

-11:00 am, SHIELD office 09

"Agent Romanoff, sorry to do this to you." Nick Fury looked over at Natasha apologetically, while she herself remained stoic. "But you know that the rest of your teammates can be... unpredictable." To this, she let out a small chuckle.

"It's not a big deal, I know they can be dramatic." She slid the file on the table, opening it to examine the details of the mission. "Wait, this is a doubles mission?" The surprise was evident in her voice, as she assumed that this would be a one-woman job.

"She's a beginner agent. Don't worry, she's just there for support." Fury stated casually as if he didn't leave out one of the most relevant information. 

"Right, okay, can I meet her?"

"No. She's out at the moment."

"How do you expect me to work with someone I've never met?" Natasha inquired, confused beyond words.

"There's a description! And everything!" Fury defended himself, pointing at the file she held in her hands. At that moment, Natasha could see why he was the leader of the Avengers. Sighing in defeat, she retreated back to the training area.

Y/H/C hair, Y/E/C eyes, around her age, pretty, it probably wouldn't be hard to find this partner. And just like that, her mind wandered away from the mission, to her training regime for the day.

-5:00 pm, Y/N's apartment

"C'mon, Y/N! It'll be so fun, I'm telling you!" Your old uni friend pleaded over the phone, while you balanced the pros and cons of going out tonight.

"Mm, I don't know... I mean, I was going to have a Star Wars marathon." You pouted, glancing at your TV wantingly. Oh, what you'd give to cuddle up with a tub of ice cream tonight.

"Y/N, come on. You can't just couch potato every day." You ran out of excuses to give, reluctantly agreeing to her offer.

"God, I haven't been to a club in forever." You rummaged through your closet, only finding office clothes and comfy hoodies. In the very back, though, you knew that there was a little skimpy dress you used to wear back when you were in university. "... Fuck it. It's just one night."

You closed the door to your apartment with your heart hammering in your chest. You hadn't dressed like this in what felt like forever, you almost forgot how good you looked. Whatever happens, you had your trusty taser gun hidden in your thigh-high boots.

Feeling like an utter and complete boss b*tch, you entered the booming club with your friends in tow. "Y/N! I knew you still had it in ya." You rolled your eyes at one of your friends' comments, but your heart secretly swelled at her words. 

The start of the night was amusing, but as time flew by, your buddies were swooped away by unknown guys and girls, leaving you to drink all alone by the bar. Of course, it wasn't like you didn’t have dance requests and numbers asked, but none of them really interested you.

Natasha had arrived at the club a little later than you did, clad in a spy-dress and spy-shoes with various weapons hidden underneath, inside, wherever there was space. The infamous Strucker was reported to be here in this club tonight, but first, she needed to find her associate.

It wasn't hard to find you, as she assumed that an Agent would be somewhere that was easy to see, unlike the dance floor. So the bar. And luckily, by the bar, there was only one woman who fit the description given to her. You. 

To her surprise, you were way more distracting than she had expected. Your short dress hugged your curves just right, your effortless movements were eye-catching and elegant. And your smile, god. The way you smiled at the bartender made her wish she was him. 

But at that moment, she was an Agent of SHIELD, and she had a job to do.

You were just about to order another glass of your drink when a hand was laid on your shoulder. You looked back to see if it was another flirter, but was taken aback by the gorgeous woman standing there. She had her calloused hand on your shoulder, yet her eyes were not on you, scanning the crowd. 

"Uhm, can I help-" 

"How did you get here?" Natasha recited her code-word, to double-check if it really was her assigned partner.

"With my friends...?" You wondered if you were drunker than you thought, and hallucinating this beautiful woman in front of you, asking weird questions.

But the problem was, "With my friends" was the actual code-word. 

"Good. Agent Natasha Romanoff. I assume you already know about the mission. I've got intel that Strucker's up in the VIP lounge." She gently tugged at your arm and pulled you off of your stool, handing you an earpiece. 

"Oh, um..." You tried to ask this 'Agent Natasha Romanoff' what was happening, but she continued to talk about things you couldn't even start to comprehend.

"Come on, put it on. We might need it." She stared you down, in a quite intimidating manner, that you had no choice but to follow. You really didn't know what was happening, whether this was role-playing or something else, you had no idea. 

You really didn't have much else to do anyway, maybe it wouldn't be that bad to just go with it. You were a little tipsy, but not so much that you could be dreaming about this whole conversation. Maybe it was this woman's way of hitting on you? They say weird things happen in clubs, right? (They don't)

"We have to get through the 4 security details on the outside, plus the 10 estimated to be inside." You watched with your eyes glued to her smooth movements, as she checked her various hidden weapons. You were so entranced that with a little help from alcohol, you managed to completely ignore the fact that this didn't look normal. At all.

"It's fine, I know you just started. Just be on alert, alright?" Although Natasha felt her partner's whole attitude was a little off, she shook it off, reminding herself that she had just started out. "Say, what should I call you?" She asked, starting to walk towards the stairs leading to Strucker's location.

"Oh, uhm- Y/N's fine." You stuttered, suddenly pulled away from a trance-like state you were in. "Right, and where are we go-" 

Suddenly, as the two of you got to the top of the stairs, Natasha shushed you and slammed you on the wall before you made a turn around the corner. Your cheeks burned up at her roughness, and her close proximity to you.

"Okay, I've got visual. 4 men, not an issue. Stay here." She whispered, and before you could even respond, she was out of your sight.

"What the fuck?!" After a few moments, you peeked over at where Natasha had gone, just to be met with a sight of 4 bodies on the floor. You debated whether to just run away while she was distracted, but she had already gotten to you, pulling you by your arm.

"I know this is your first field mission, Agent. But I need support." You had no reason to comply, except for the shiny black gun she held in her hands. Your breath hitched at the weapon, your mouth unable to form words. Telling yourself that this will be over soon, you could only follow. At the very least, she didn’t look like she was going to shoot you.

From there, you experienced something you never thought you would, ever, in your life. As soon as Natasha kicked open the door to the lounge, bullets were flying, kicks and punches were being thrown everywhere, knives flying across the air, and whole lotta things that had you cursing in confusion and fear every 10 seconds. 

Natasha, in the corner of her eyes, saw the panic that flashed across your eyes. She shoved you to the farthest corner of the room, shielding the knives and guns that pointed your way. She usually would’ve been annoyed at an Agent’s lack of experience, but seeing you so small almost hurt her physical heart.

You were curled up by the wall, watching this intricate dance of deadliness. But even though the chaos, the woman, who called herself Agent Natasha Romanoff was like a magnet for your eyes. Her movements, her punches, kicks, even the way she held her gun was so rhythmical and controlled, that you almost forgot you were in the middle of a gun-fight.

That's when it hit you. 

She was a real Agent who mistook you for her partner. 

So when Natasha was going one-on-one and overpowered by who seemed to be the leader of the gang, you only had 2 choices in front of you. Either you run while all the other men are knocked out and the leader is distracted, or you toughen up and help Natasha.

It was perfect. The mafia-looking guy had his back to you, completely unaware that you were even in the room. All rational thoughts went out the window as you heard Natasha choke in his grip. You almost don't remember what you did after that. All you know is that you slid your stun-gun out of your boot, and shot him right on his shoulder. 

You stood still in your spot after that, watching as she cleaned up.

"Thanks for the last-minute save." Natasha's voice sounded like you were hearing her from underwater, your senses dulled from the shock. You fell to the floor, suddenly losing control of your legs. 

"Hey, what's the matter?" She dropped the knocked out and hand-cuffed body of the man on the ground, and ran over to you.

"Agent... I'm not who you think I am." You looked up at her with glossy eyes, not even knowing why you were about to cry.

-a whole lot of explaining later-

"You're a civilian." She fell down next to you, clearly horrified by this new revelation. "I don't even know how to apologize. I'm sorry." She cradled her head in her hands, cursing herself for being so irresponsible.

"Uhm, Agent Romanoff? It's okay, I think." You wiped away your stray tears, cry-laughing at yourself and this whole ridiculous situation. Natasha looked over at you with sympathy filled in her eyes, laying a hand over yours that rested on the carpet.

"Oh god, this is crazy." Natasha couldn't do anything but laugh. The two of you kept on talking and laughing about how today turned out as you dragged the handcuffed body out of the VIP exit, and into her police-car like vehicle. 

You had to let her take you back to her office, to check you for injuries and explain the situation to her boss. You must’ve received at least 50 apologies from the both of them, but you assured them that you were okay.

And... it turns out, not a lot of people can react like you did in a first fight. On top of this, the Avengers were actually looking for a support agent, who stays back at the compound and become that “girl in the chair”. 

And guess how all of that coincidence on top of a coincidence turned out.

That simple night out led you inside a gigantic tower that everyone in New York knew about, where the notorious Avengers lived, the Stark Tower. 

“Hi, my name is Y/N Y/L/N.” 

-a month later-

You felt emotionally fulfilled, looking out at the sight of the living room. When it was just you, it was always quiet, considering you used to lived on your own. But in a short span of a month, you quickly got used to the noisy mornings, the laughters and banters filling the room.

“Hi, принцесса.” You felt a pair of arms slide under your arms, and a small kiss planted on your bare shoulder. You giggled as Natasha twirled you around, sitting you down on the counter as she kissed you.

“Mm, good morning babe.” You whispered back. And in her strong arms, you felt what the people call love, in this fiery assassin. Natasha couldn’t ask for a better partner to share her deepest secrets with, to follow to the ends of the earth, and protect with all she had.

“Tonyyy, Y/N and Tasha are making out on your coffee beansss.” Clint yelled from his place on the couch, an evil smile on his face as Tony ran into the kitchen.

“Not my Tanzania Peaberry Coffee beans!” 

All is good. (?)

(The real Agent got shit-faced and was fired lol)

[princess-of-riviaa]

Claiming

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Author’s Note: I wrote this when I was high so forgive me if it sucks, I honestly can’t tell right now oof

Summary: You celebrate your one-year anniversary with Geralt.

Warning(s): mentions of dom/sub relationship, FLOOF

Word Count: 760 (just a lil baby drabble)

There’s something up with Geralt tonight. It’s your one-year anniversary--an occasion that neither of you thought you would make it to, due to Geralt never having anyone stick around for him and you never actually being with anyone before him--so of course, there’s something up with him, but you thought it was just his nerves to impress with you the high-end bar he took you to for dinner. But you’re walking back to your inn now, hand-in-hand, and there’s something still clearly bothering him. You notice how he keeps his other hand deep in his pocket.

“What’s going on?” you finally ask when you’ve made it back to your room. You begin undressing, slowly unknotting the strings of your dress. “You’ve been acting strange all night, Geralt.”

“I have something for you,” he confesses at last.

You turn back to him, your breasts nearly falling out of your dress due to your half-untied corset, and see that he hasn’t moved from his place by the door. You’ve never seen him this on edge before.

“What’s going on?” You close the distance between you and him. He doesn’t meet your gaze. You watch, mesmerized, as he chews on his bottom lip. “Talk to me, Geralt. It’s me. You know you can say anything.”

He finally looks at you and gives you a ghost of the soft smile he reserves specifically for you. “I know. You’re my safe place. But I don’t know if… I don’t want to cross a line. And I think this gift might do just that.”

You give him a playful smile. “Give me the gift and I’ll judge that for myself.”

He hesitates, but finally sighs. You watch as he pulls his hand out of his pocket. A thin, rectangular box is in his hands. You take it from him and take off the lid. You gasp when you see a choker inside. A heart-shaped pendant with the letter G hangs from the center. G for Geralt.

In the real world, you and Geralt have a casual relationship. Neither one of you are big on PDA so most people would think you were just two very close friends.

But in the bedroom, things are always intense. Geralt is your dom, you’re his sub, and you fill those roles as often as you can. You’ve been asking him about a collar for a while now. Not only do you have a fixation with being touched on your neck, but you also want something that will say I belong to Geralt, Geralt belongs to me without actually having to say it. A collar with his name on it--well, a letter of his name--is perfect.

“You don’t have to wear it,” Geralt assures you. “I can take it back, exchange it for something else you might like. I know the thought of me claiming you isn’t necessarily appealing--”

You shut him up with a kiss. He’s surprised at first but quickly wraps his arms around you to pull you tighter against him.

“Of course it’s appealing,” you finally tell him. “It’s one of the most appealing ideas you’ve ever had… Sir.”

Something changes in his eyes, as if the dominant in him is stirring to life again, and his eyes darken with lust. “I’d like to put it on you,” he says.

You grab your hair and hold it up, letting him take the collar from the box and clasping it around your neck. You let your hair down to your shoulders when he’s done and smile up at him. “How does it look?”

His eyes are locked on it, entranced. “It looks good enough for me to fuck you in.”

You giggle as a fire comes to life inside of you, heat instantly spreading to your core. “You want me to wear this?”

His golden eyes flick back to yours. “I want you to wear nothing but this for the next two days, until I have to go on my next hunt.”

You bat your eyelashes at him, giving him an innocent smile. “Yes, Sir.”

The look in his eyes tells you that he’s relieved you haven’t rejected the gift, and honored that you deem him worthy enough of claiming you in such an intimate way.

“I love you, Geralt,” you sigh. You have me forever, you think.

He traces his words of love on your tongue as he kisses you. He breaks away and says, “Now get on the bed, love. Spread yourself out for me, just how you know I like. It’s time for my anniversary gift.”

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Mairimashita! Iruma-kun s2 ep17

So many things happened in this episode...

Very long post warning!

Iruma, Baram-sensei, and Agares are on their way to evacuate the kids.

Listen, it might just be me but while I appreciate that Agares has not put back on his eye mask after it was taken off the first time, I really wish he’d get a different hairstyle. I mean, his face already looks good but his hair, man.

Sabnock and Azz were only told to get the dragon's attention while the kids are being taken to safety. They were explicitly told not to get too close and actually fight the dragon. What do they do? They do exactly the opposite of that. The two makes it a little competition as to who is better/stronger and argues while in battle.

Sensei is sad that the kids didn't listen to him and feels that it might be cause he wasn't good enough as a teacher. Iruma tries to tell him that it's not true.

Don’t worry, Sensei! It just so happens that this is the Abnormal Class students and this is just how they are. You might have better chances with the others.

Azz and Sabnock continue to fight the dragon but their arguing also meant they don't mind accidentally (or not) hitting each other with the attacks.

While the two were busy arguing, the dragon sees Iruma's group and sends a beam their way but Baram-sensei manages to protect the group. And yeah, the little kids are safe inside Agares’ floating cloud thing.

Azz was worried about Iruma and the others that he doesn't notice the dragon behind him about to attack. Iruma tried to yell out a warning but it was too late.

Look, I know he’s not gonna die and all. He’s one of the main characters and they have plot armor but seeing the look on everyone else’s faces as they watch this happening before their eyes is still terrible.

As Iruma helplessly watches one of his bestfriends get blasted, he remembers what Kalego-sensei told him about being reckless enough to get in danger. Iruma knew it happens a lot but he didn't really mind and thinks everything will be okay in the end but that's because he only thought of what could happen to him. He now realizes that now that he has friends and loved ones, getting himself in danger meant that they, too would get in danger.

It’s awful to think about in many ways really. Iruma didn’t have friends prior to coming to this world and his family sucked. He had to take care of himself and himself alone and he’s so used to it that being in danger or in trouble is not really that big of a deal cause he’s used to it. The consequences also fall on just himself. Now though, he has a loving family and a group of friends and he’s no longer alone not just in happy times but also in times when things could go wrong.

Of course, Azz isn't blasted to bits. Sabnock protected Azz by making a shield but it melted and he himself got hit pretty badly with his wings being a casualty.

This actually hurts to look at. He’d be okay, right? His wings are gonna heal, right?

Azz: "Why did you save me?"

Sabnock: "Cause it's cool!" 

Sabnock did what he did cause he wanted to look cool because the demon king is supposed to be cool. jfc this boy!

The dragon attacks them with fire this time but they were able to avoid it and hide. Sabnock suggest that they retreat for now cause they could die if they don't.

Azz is against it so Sabnock explains to him that if his ambition is to win just this fight then he could do so and die if he wishes. But Sabnock knew Azz has an actual dream (of being Iruma's best ally and all) and if Azz wants to attain that one day he needs to think properly. Sabnock tells him that he's had to learn the same lesson (back in season 1) and now Azz has to as well in order to grow.

He basically sort of says the same thing Kalego-sensei thought when he made that home visit to Azz’s house. Asmodeus is too obsessed with Iruma and neglects himself because he kept putting Iruma first but if he grows and becomes better, then he’d be a better ally to Iruma.

Azz uses the last of his magic to create a flame wall for them to escape. He then admits that he was wrong and that Sabnock was right.

The two tries to run to safety as they can't fly due to injury and lack of magic. Azz thanks Sabnock for saving him and Sabnock tells him that at that moment, both of them are extremely cool. I agree, you’re both cool.

Sensei saves them from another light beam! He tells the two to go and to leave this to him.

When they finally got back, Iruma immediately hugs Azz and cries in relief that his friend isn't dead. Aww... Azz didn’t see this coming and also felt sad when he sees Iruma crying.

Iruma apologizes for not thinking about things and that his decision got them in danger while Azz says it was also his fault for being reckless so Iruma shouldn't apologize. Sabnock got annoyed and decided to carry them off and away from the nearby fight.

Back to the fight, Sensei had already summoned his own dragon. Sensei uses his knowledge about different creatures to attack the Carmine Dragon.

The Wood Dragon infused with Sensei's magic is strong even against the opponent’s flames. He's gonna give it his all because the beast had hurt his precious students. I think that’s really sweet as despite the bad impression everyone’s got of him, he really does love his job and the kids he teaches.

After beating the Carmine Dragon, Sensei gets back to the others. The Wood Dragon is back to it's normal form and it's so tiny and cute. Seeing Sensei's strength, Azz and Sabnock asks Sensei to teach them magic. This kind of confuses Sensei because normally, people try to escape his studies and not ask to be taught by him. They’re finally seeing him in a good light.

I remember when Baram-sensei was first introduced, it was Azz that was warning Iruma about the strange teacher and how they probably shouldn’t take his class. Now, it’s Azz who was first to ask Baram-sensei to teach him.

Two of the defeatd beasts turn into beams of light and goes towards the dragon and all three fused into this bigger creature. And since they fused with the dragon, it means they're right where Team Baram is.

Look who came! Opera and Ameri arrived in the nick of time to help Sensei protect everyone. Baram-sensei asks for his Opera-senpai's help to fight.

Opera says it'll be too much for just the two of them and whips out the "secret weapon". lol was this what Opera asked from Clara?

The kids of Team Kalego asks if Kalego-sensei isn't gonna do something about the beasts who glowed and shot off somewhere. Kalego-sensei tells them he already did had his fun and that's all he'd do. He then gets summon and we now have Fluffy-sensei!

The two other adults are very happy to hold the floof and I cannot blame them I wanna hug that floofy-sensei, too. Kalego-sensei asks Iruma to release the summon so he could go back to normal but Opera tells them Kalego-sensei would also be transported back if his summoning is released.

This shot would've been so much more badass if Kalego-sensei wasn't in his cute fluffy form. The students are excited to watch the powerful adults fight together.

As much as I like the whole “underdogs win the fight and impress everyone”, I appreciate how realistic this show is handling this. The magic beasts are super powerful and the majority of the main cast available are first years students who are still learning how to do their thing plus Iruma is a human using borrowed magic. Letting the adults, who are not only said to be some of the most powerful demons but are also experienced, handle the big fights is actually nice. Plus they’re also important characters and if the show is gonna try to convince us that these three are very powerful then they have to show it in the story which they are. It’s great!

The three quickly made individual attacks at the same time insta-killing not just the beast but also the excitement everyone had. There was no battle and this was totally one-sided.

The leader of the Six Fingers is made aware of what happened to their beasts but he isn't too worried cause the thing can self-destruct. The purpose of the three beasts was to destroy the park after all so even in death, they'd do just that. Agares creates a giant hole for them to hide in but while in their little safe zone,  Ameri gets a horrifying realization that the blast would certainly hit the evacuation shelter. Attacking the beast would just make it explode faster and they have no other way to communicate to the people there to give a warning.

At the last moment, when all hope is lost, Ronove comes in, screaming at the monster cause the thing not just ruined Walter Park (which was built by his Legend-daddy) but also hurt the people there. Using his ability, he gets the monster's attention (and also everyone else's. There are news crews there if you remember correctly and sp cameras). Poor Ronove realized too late that he'd get hit instead because of what he did and had no plan whatsoever of what to do after.

lol what is Legend-daddy in Japanese? I think it’s a cute name to call your parents. What does he call his mom? Will they every show it in the anime? Anyways, I think this is pretty cool of Ronove to do. He’s kinda arrogant but he’s not a bad person.

Iruma comes in to try to defend Ronove. What happens next? We'll find out next episode.

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Tumblr let me have the miracle of not giving another error when posting more than 15 images! There’s like, 25+ here! The episode didn’t feel rushed even though so many things happened and it’s awesome!

First of all, I like Sabnock’s character. Back at the beginning of season 1 I thought Asmodeus was gonna be Iruma’s rival but that was quickly dashed when he becomes a very close ally and follower instead. Then Sabnock came along to take the rival role. Unlike other rivals who can be annoying or too full of themselves or at worse, bordering villain status if they aren’t one already, Sabnock is actually a nice guy and a friend to Iruma. He learns from his mistakes and desires to improve on them. He wants to be a Demon King and he’d work hard on it and if he feels he’s lacking something, he’d try to so something about it. When Iruma does something better than he could, he gives genuine praise and doesn’t get mad that someone else did better. He’s a pretty cool guy and while we all know Iruma would end up becoming the Demon King anyways, I think Sabnock would also be perfect for the role as well.

They let Ronove do something cool this time! He didn’t think things through but his heart is in the right place and that’s what matters. He’d be fine! Haha

Opera and Baram-sensei both happy when holding the floofy Kalego-sensei is funny. I wonder how they reacted the first time they saw it?

Next episode they’d probably be on the road to facing the Six Fingers and Kiriwo-senpai since the issue with the beasts is gonna be dealt with at the start of it. I’m kinda excited to see how it’ll all go.

Thanks for reading! I hope that wasn’t too boring. There were so many screenshots this time around.

[thelastspeecher]

oh, some more fun facts about Junior Pines in my Best Revenge AU, bc for some reason the only thing I’ve been inspired to write lately is that AU.

Stan and Angie try to keep Junior (as well as the rest of their kids) in the dark about the family being full of villains, but Junior figures it out at some point during middle school.  after that, he insists on going to the high school for villains, which Stan and Angie allow.  he becomes a villain eventually, using the name Geode.

at college, Junior majors in Linguistics and double minors in Political Science and Philosophy.  Stan and Angie are immensely proud.  what does he do with this degree?  he doesn’t really keep a steady job, but bounces around different part-time ones (tutor, helping with political campaigns, things like that).  not only does he have villainy to support him, but he also works at Stan’s auto dealership/shop, so he’s not worried about money.

when he gets older, Junior starts getting a bit of a hipster aesthetic, complete with a man-bun.  but since he has perfect eyesight, he doesn’t wear the classic glasses.  he’s the only Stangie bab to not have any floof to his hair; floof hair runs in the McGucket and Pines families, but Junior’s bio dad has stick-straight hair.

(btw, a draw of Junior exists but hasn’t been posted here yet.)

Junior is athletic.  he becomes the star soccer player in high school.

Emmett looks up to his big brother immensely.  from the beginning, Emmett feels like a black sheep and outcast in his family, so he loves having a big brother who also sticks out.  Junior is more than happy to be Emmett’s role model.  he loves his baby brother and worries about him, esp since Emmett was incredibly frail as a child.

Junior loves being a big brother by the time Emily and Emmett come along, but hates it when Danny and Daisy are born.  he doesn’t like that he has to share his parents’ attention with these two squishy crying things.  he might even beg his parents to bring his sisters back to the hospital.  he grows out of it, but the phase lasts long enough that Stan and Angie wonder if they need to put him in therapy or something.

don’t worry, Stan and Angie do put Junior in therapy after they reveal that he’s not Stan’s bio kid.  Junior does pretty well with the news, but they want to hedge their bets, since mental issues run in Angie’s family.  also, side note: Angie gets therapy in this AU, too.  she needs it.