#YOU SPOILED ME WAY TOO HARD MICHEAL

[purpdrawsthings]

WAAAAAAAAAHHHH ME AS A FAV CREATOR??? GOSH DANG YOU GOT ME 💥💥💥

I just came back from school and immediately got hit with one of the best compliments I've ever seen in my damn life 😔😭

I squeeled so hard y'all can't understand /silly

Waushoshdoshsos I can't believe some people view me as a great artist when in reality I just view myself as one of those begginer artists lmao 😭

No seriously tho I'm just one of your local Muslims who aren't really that special 😔💜 /silly

I personally see you as a great inspiration, your art style is great, I love your au lore, it's all such a masterpiece! Your gmod shots and renders are really good and so polished. The way you drew my sona was just so pretty just muah, she looks so squishyyy 💜💜💜

I can't believe I'm in a list of such popular, big, amazing, talented artists! Most of these are people I look up to! It flatters me really 😭

If you're wondering if I'll make more fan art don't worry I will and you'll expect it so suddenly that your circuits will explode, that was actually my real goal meheheheheeh /silly /hj

Anyways, I wanna yap SO MUCH MORE about how great of an artist you are but I've got work n' stuff, but I'll make something prommy prommy /hj

Yeetus also love you Micheal waaaaaahhhh 💥💥💥💥💥💥💜💜💜💜💜💜

ALRIGHT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!!

IT'S ABOUT TIME I GIVE SOME LOVE TO MY FAVORITE CREATORS!!!

And by love I mean scream my lungs out-

@strange0-0storm

Bro your character SMG8 has me in a chokehold!

He had me with music. I mean hell I'm listening to music right now while writing this (Digital Hallucination by OR3O) and was when drawing this. I listen to music constantly for inspo. I can imagine sitting and vibing with SMG8 just sharing music together.

Your art style specifically is a big love of mine. I very much envy how you draw SMG8's teeth-

@ominus-potato

BRO....

I literally originally started lurking around your page just finding Marware a fun crack ship but at this point you've dragged me into this ship full on. I'm a sucker for idiot with a charismatic partner. Will always remind me of Roger and Jessica Rabbit.

I continuously look forward to any post of yours! <3

@purpdrawsthings

WHERE TO EVEN START WITH YOU BUDDY-

BRO I SWEAR EVERY TIME I WAKE UP AND SEE A MENTION FROM YOU I GET A GOOFY ASS SMILE ON MY FACE! YOUR ART IS CONSISTENTLY AMAZING!

Your love for all my Aus and me and my friends au brings a smile to both our faces!!!!

@misskamilyvision

YOU.

WHEN I FREAKING GET YOU!!! YOUR LITTLE LORE BITS HAVE BEEN DRIVING ME INSANE!!!

I SWEAR ONE MORE AND I MIGHT COMBUST!

STOP BEING SO GOOD AT SAYING SO MUCH AND SO LITTLE IN ONE POST!!!

Not to mention but the fanart you have done for me in the past still brings a smile to my face whenever I find it in my fanart folder!

Never stop being so dang creative!

@grinnames

Hhiiiiiiiiii buddyyyyyy~

Fun tid bit about God Box AU Michael.

They know we exist.

They can see us.

Past the screen.

Teehee! But that out of the way your GodBox AU posts are always a pleasure to see! As someone who loves some good horror I lovingly enjoy each post!

I look forward to another lore drop on those bois. Especially maybe more of Mario as I'm intrigued about our spaghetti loving Italian.

@its-a-me-mango

Aye it's the doc!

The one and only Mango!

Your art is consistently just great eye candy for me.

Though I must repeat as I did to KamilyVision....

STOP DROPPING SUCH VAGUE LORE WITH LITTLE CONTEXT!!!! /J

IMMA FUCKING LOSE IT WITH THIS SHIT!!! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU MAN?! FMSKKDNFBDKWLKJFOSLWJBD

@tiredsmashbros

YOU....

I GOT A BONE TO PICK WITH YOU BUCKO!!!!

STOP JUMPSCARING ME WITH FANART MAN!!! YOUR GONNA FRY MY DAMN CIRCUITS!!! YOU MAKE IT SEEM LIKE ITS NOT A BIG DEAL!??!!?! AND YOUR MOST LATEST ONE BEING FOR PRACTICE?! FUCKING HELLO?! LOOKS LIKE A FULL MASTERPIECE TO ME!!!

SO IN RETURN IM GIVING YOU FANART OF YOURSELF WITH ME FUCKING TEASING YOU!!! BITE ME!

@coralalala64

Youuuuuuuu........

Your damn angst almost every FREAKING TIME feels like you are personally putting your hand through my chest and yanking out my heart and squeezing it like it's a damn squeaker from a squeaky toy!

STOP BREAKING MY DAMN HEART!!!!!

YOU ARE SO STUPIDLY TALENTED AND ITS DRIVING ME INSANE WITH ALL THE WORK YOU DO!!!!

Keep up the good work but if I see another angst post anytime soon I'm going to implode and I'm taking you with me. /J

Okay that's all of you!

But yeah, hi all you lovely creators! You all are big inspirations of mine and I adore all your works in a unique way. Plenty of the things you all create have inspired me within my own art and series Change in Script! You guys are honestly amazing!

I can't wait to see what you all continue to create within or outside of the SMG4 community!

[earlgreylatte]

2V1

In which you stand no chance against them.

Hal Jordan and Barry Allen

You were going to die. You were definitely going to die.

Writhing against the binds Hal constructed did little to let you escape Barry’s fervent mouth. You lost count on the number of orgasms the speedster ripped out of you, vibrating his tongue and fingers in a way that had you seeing stars. You’re not sure how a training session devolved into the two men trying to see how many orgasms they could wring out of you. This was not you intended your endurance training to go, but you couldn’t deny you were being pushed to your every limit.

Hal, using his ring, had kept you on the edge for what felt like hours, mercilessly teasing you with his fingers, forcibly keeping your body still with his constructs, the only thing you could do was cry and tremble. You nearly sobbed in relief when sweet Barry felt guilty enough to step in, kissing your thighs apologetically before pressing his mouth against your mound, eating you out like a men possessed. But now you were shaking and sobbing for a different reason as the man refused to even come out for air.

“You were so desperate earlier, begging to come, but now you want to tap out, sweetheart?” Hal crooned, watching you break again as he languidly strokes himself. “After Bar gives you exactly what you asked for?”

The man tsks mockingly as Barry nips at you, eliciting a yelp from you.

“Don’t focus on him, just let me take care of you, honey, I want you to feel good,” Barry murmurs, blue eyes gazing at you with a striking intensity as he moves up your body, peppering you with open mouthed kisses until he’s able to mouth at the pulse point on your neck.

Hal barks out a laugh, “You’ll spoil her like that.”

His suit dematerializes, revealing him in his full nude glory as he approaches your laid form with a smug smirk as you try not to gawk at his size.

“After all, you still owe us, don’t you, baby?”

Booster Gold and Ted Kord

Earlier you had insisted you could handle it. You were more than ready. Honestly, how hard could it be, you joked.

But as Ted began to slowly penetrate you from behind, you realize you might have bitten off more than you could chew.

Letting out a shaky moan, your head falls forward onto Booster’s shoulder, who nuzzles his cheek against your hair, “Just breathe, you’re doing so good.”

You can only whimper pathetically, panting at how overwhelmingly full you felt. You hear Ted groan into your ear, hands flexing against your hip.

“Almost there,” he grunts before letting out a hoarse laugh, “Might not last long with the way you’re gripping me.”

“‘Think that’s my line,” you mumble, keeping your face pressed against Micheal’s shoulder, before flinching away when you feel him twitch inside you.

“MJ!” You scold halfheartedly, keeping your eyes shut lest you finish embarrassingly quick.

“You’re both so hot,” he groans out, strands of blond hair sticking against his forehead.

Ted chokes out a laugh, sliding his hands up to grope your breasts, having finally bottomed out. “Let’s try not to make this into a fastest orgasm contest.”

“Don’t know if anyone is going to beat your record,” Booster teases you, kissing your forehead, as you try to shoot him a teary glare.

“Just shut up and move already—ah!” You are promptly cut off when Micheal sharply thrusts into you before laughing again.

“Don’t be in such a rush, we have all night to leave you in bed for the next week,” The blond hums, bringing a hand down to rub at your clit causing your breath to hitch.

“Besides, you look cute when you’re stuffed by our dicks…want to savour it, right Teddy?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let him tease you…too much,” Ted whispers in a mock conspiratorial tone as his grip on your chest tightens.

Yes, you may have bitten off more than you could chew.

Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle

After dumping Bruce, you hadn’t expected another of his ex lovers to approach you nor did you expect for her to make advances towards you. But you count yourself grateful, knowing that the bat’s other lovers would have rather put a blade to your throat. And there was something undeniably alluring about her, something that left every one of her actions demanding your total attention.

And it was nice to talk shit about your mutual ex.

So, it wasn’t a surprise to when you found yourself drowning in her arms, every stroke and graze being devastatingly intentional, leaving you to completely submit to her whims. Not that you minded. What you did mind was when Bruce suddenly entered through your hotel room’s window while Selina had three fingers in you.

It was almost funny seeing the detective visibly stiffen in shock, seemingly out a loss for words, “I…I thought—“

“You know I don’t spend all my time stealing. Maybe you should spent more time out of that cowl too,” Selina smirks, still not removing herself out of you, only pressing more weight against your body when you squirm.

“Well, might as well stay for the show,” Selina jerks her head toward the armchair next to the window, “God knows you haven’t been getting any since you let this one go.”

You almost laugh at the woman’s boldness before she bends her fingers in a way that having you letting out a shaky moan.

“Eyes on me, sweet girl, let’s show the bat how a lady should be treated,” She purrs.

You quickly find yourself forgetting about Bruce until you hear the sound of his belt clinking and a quiet moan.

Huntress and Question

Honestly, you must have a penchant for attracting weirdos, you think, as you find your days consisting of a certain anti hero and conspiracy buff glued to your side.

Both were, without a doubt, nut cases; Helena, with her too knowing gaze and sharp tongue, and Vic’s muttering and faceless mask making the duo a bit odd in the eyes of others. But the two weren’t all bad. Helena always looked out for you, ready to come to your defence without question, even if it meant threatening people with her crossbow. Vic had a knack for remembering the most obscure details you’ve shared and always knew what you needed with just a glance.

Really, they weren’t as bad as people made them out to be.

However, you promptly withdraw any kind word you’ve said about the two of them when you’re left at their mercy.

You squirm against Vic’s lap, his grip on your naked waist unrelenting, as his erection presses against your rear as Helena tightly sucks your clit, ripping a strangled yelp from you. You’re sure you would have jumped out of Vic’s lap if not for his hold on you.

“Aww, you’re so cute, never had anyone lick this pretty pussy before?” Helena laughs before pressing her tongue against your folds as you let out a cry.

You feel Vic’s thankfully unmasked face nuzzle against your neck, “Based on her reactions and lack of any evidence of a former lover in my investigation—“

“Q!” You complain, feeling your face heat up before moaning when Helena slides a finger in you without warning.

“What have I said about names?” She scolds you with a twinkle in her eyes.

“A bit unfair considering you’re both still in costume,” you pant.

“I wouldn’t call my coat a ‘costume’—”

“Shut up, Q.”

Really, they weren’t that bad.

Yeah, wouldn’t be surprised if this was the first helenavic threesome fic LMAOO actually I will now take this as fact without verifying, it is my badge of honour…also I really put b in that chair lol… Masterlist

This is how rip hunter was conceived btw!!

[porcalinecunt]

Omg I love ur works!!! Please post more stuff with Oliver and kaiser

𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐘!

🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩 oliver & kaiser catching you masterbating in their jerseys! <3

⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ OLIVER AIKU & MICHEAL KAISER X GN! READER

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . cw — afab!reader. fingering. doggy style. rough sex. hair pulling. creampie. cockdrunk! reader. a fuckton of ego stroking.

[・:。author’s note ! 「 ✉️ 」・𓂃 ࣪˖ ] oh boy, so this one was rotting in my inbox..but im finally back despite seasonal depression kicking my ass! (send help) i hope this was worth the wait charkvc </3 enjoy!

𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐔 !

ᥫ᭡. — ugh, this man..

ᥫ᭡. — his ego is already inflated to the max by the time his match ends in victory, so seeing you fingering your needy cunt in his jersey? you shouldn’t have been shocked when he pounced onto you.

ᥫ᭡. — this man didn’t even let you speak. no “hey babe!” or “i missed you!”, NAH. his tongue was halfway down your throat and his hands were fumbling the band of your shorts. no way he was gonna let his slutty partner have all the fun when the both of you knew damn well he’d do you so much better then your stupid fingers. in fact, why not his fingers?

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . where were you again? ah right, lying on your side as your boyfriend finger fucks you until veins carved into his forearm. his neglected yet ragingly hard cock poking against your thigh as he was too busy watching your face twist and contort in pleasure.

“aah—not too rough oliver..” you sighed while he clearly ignored what you said, rather latching his mouth onto any patch of unmarked skin.

“nah baby, can’t get off in my jersey and expect me to do nothing..” oliver chuckled, and was unfortunately right. the sight of you masterbating shamlessly in his oversized and sweaty jersey stroked his already massive ego, his pretty little partner fingering their cunt as his match played on live television was practically an invitation to him.

“c’mon..cum all over my fingers, you love me don’t you baby?” his tone switched into a faux sweetness that he doesn’t try to hide in, yet you couldn’t help but start kicking your feet and whine like a bitch in heat. you could beg through weak little humps and you’re shaking thighs as he pumps his fingers faster. a shit eating grin formed on his face.

“you’re so cute—fuck, i missed you so much babe.”

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑 !

ᥫ᭡. — him seeing you get yourself off in a jersey is the same as stroking his dick in blind worship, if only you didn’t spoil it by acting so stupid when he caught you.

ᥫ᭡. — no amount of babbling will ever save you from this horny bastard as he immediately went to work on your pretty self. flipping you onto your stomach as he shimmies whatever bottoms you had on while you attempted to wriggle out of his grip. kaiser doesn’t take any more of your attempts, oh no no no! instead, opting to grab a fistfull of your hair and wring your neck like he’s tugging on a dog leash.

ᥫ᭡. — kaiser would stare down at the huge ‘10’ on your back as he fucks you doggy style while you can’t even moan thanks to how hard he was tugging. a testament on why you should never even try to touch yourself when you’re boyfie isn’t home to take care of you! <3

kaiser is so much meaner, more greedy. so much so, you couldn’t even greet him when he busted through the bedroom door and caught you red handed. pathetically humping a pillow in his jersey while imagining his cock nestled in you.

you certainly got your wish. on all fours while kaiser fucks himself into your poor pussy as he used your hair as a leash. his knuckles are near white with his iron grip on your scalp, his eyes glued onto your bruised ass from how hard his hips slam against them.

“fuck—‘m gonna cum already..right inside you, sounds good love?” kaiser groaned with his smile practically heard as your head was forced high up while you babbled incoherent nonsense.

“m’ gonna take that as a yes.”

you mewled almost in defeat as his dick began to twitch, grunts and groans filled the room while you remained silent with your jaw agape from his harsh thrusts. the smell of sex and his jersey melts your senses until you were completely cock drunk and falling apart on your boyfriend’s girth. you didn’t even notice he was already cumming inside you until he flipped you onto your back, wet dick in hand and on your clit.

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[koji-haru]

Ok, I know your not supposed to spoil anything but I am extremely curious…

What are Adam and Micheal like as rulers in the swap au?

Does Adam become like Lilith?

I also feel like Micheal wouldn’t care about the sinners, but that’s just me.

please the curiosity is eating at me

Sorry this took me a while to get to. It's kinda hard for me to think about my fics lately... But I do enjoy rambling so-! I'll be more liberal with some spoiler content since I'm not sure if I'll ever finish the story, but I'll still leave out some core details because I like to think I'll recover from my writing hiatus one day.

Spoilers below!

It depends on the timeline I suppose. In the first few hundreds of years, both Michael and Adam thought that souls sent to Hell were mostly not bad, thinking that they could be similar to them in that they were sent to Hell due to mere differences in principles and beliefs. Or that if they appeared to be rather immoral immediately, it was just that they were driven to that by Heaven's rigid beliefs and that they simply need a chance, a new place that could offer them that choice and freedom for themselves. Michael was definitely far more sympathetic, having fallen so far despite his previous faithfulness to Heaven. Like, in a way, he understood that if even he couldn't appease Heaven, then how could mere mortal souls? Adam tried to be sympathetic at the start, but found it very hard. He understood it wasn't their fault whom their ancestors were, but he couldn't help the contempt that still lingered within him. The only thing that made his dislike for them simmer down a little was that for some of them, their blood was at least part from Eve. There was also the fact that, seeing them and how these human souls came to be brought him immense shame and guilt, what with the apple incident and all. So he mainly focused his attention to hellborns, though he didn't fully abandon sinners. Both Adam and Michael initially tried to help the new sinners in Hell settle, even offering them help and protection when needed, especially from unhappy hellborns who felt that sinners were encroaching on their space. Mind you, in this au, sinners were not restricted to only Pride - they were free to traverse all across the seven rings of Hell. The two divided the work amongst themselves, where Adam, who was rather averse to sinners, opted to instead deal with the increasingly unhappy hellborns - quelling the growing aggression and hostility amongst the population before they got out of hand. How? I haven't fully fleshed it out yet, but Adam's abilities definitely helped (which I talked about a little in another ask - sorry, I'm too lazy to repeat it here). With Adam preferring to spend his time with hellborns, Michael was left to deal with the sinners instead, which was honestly very difficult for him. He was never great socially to begin with, but what made things even more difficult for him was the demeanour of these souls. How they behaved and acted, the things they had done and the things they were still willing to do. Having born and raised in Heaven, surrounded by far too righteous angels, the unabashed selfishness sinners displayed was something he couldn't understand. Still, he tried to guide them to better themselves (kinda like Charlie! Though, he was definitely not as soft as she was).

Over time, both Michael and Adam come to realise, that most, if not all, of the souls sent to Hell truly did belong in the landscape's icy claws. Sinners, being sinners, committed many atrocities not just during their living lives, but also to one another in their afterlives. After seeing the horror these souls could so nonchalantly enact, the two kings eventually come to the conclusion that these souls could not be helped, most of them enjoying the evil they could bring upon one another. So, at this time, they mainly became rulers of hellborns instead of both sinners and hellborns. Their focus gradually shifted to ensuring the safety and security of hellborns from sinners by granting them certain privileges. Michael initially didn't approve of such inequality, but eventually relented when the sinner population steadily increased and grew more chaotic to be properly controlled peacefully. Sometimes, Adam himself (and even more rarely, Michael himself, though that meant bigger trouble) would deal with some particularly pesky overlord - stopping them in their tracks before they got more troublesome.

Eventually, the exterminations were proposed, though it this time it was more of an offer rather than forced on Hell. More like Heaven offering a little help to clean up Hell after seeing the destruction sinners were capable of. The reason this time for the exterminations is more on the self righteous side. In that Heaven thought that they would be doing Hell and its citizens a favour, like easing up some of the evils enacted there, by permanently erasing some of the souls there. At this point, neither Michael nor Adam truly cared for the sinners' well being, only caring for the hellborns. Still, neither of the two kings liked Heaven even a bit, so there was no signed nor official agreement between the two - with Michael and Adam not wishing to be bound by any of Heaven's deals (they learned how deals could be restrictive and disadvantageous as they spent more time in Hell). So, if anything, the exterminations were more of an informal agreement between the two realms. The Kings of Hell would allow Heaven to feed their self righteous ego so long as they kept within their limits - no hellborns harmed AND some parts of Pride to be completely off limits. The reason why some areas were completely off limits? Well, there was the area where the royalty lived, so of course that was off limits. And then there was also an area, created by Michael, that acted as a safe haven for penitent sinners. Barely any souls resided there, and many more try to gain access simply for the protection it provided from the harms of Hell (and the exterminations), but Michael ensured to keep the area free from those kind of souls one way or another. Adam, of course, thought the idea was pointless and honestly quite stupid, but his husband rarely asked for anything and was quite thorough with most things, so he let it be.

I know you said you thought that Michael wouldn't care about the sinners, and in a way, he wouldn't be particularly sympathetic to them. He does believe that they do deserve the punishment of being sent to Hell for the sins they have committed in their living lives, but Michael is not merciless. In fact, I based my Michael off as an angel of death - I read somewhere that he offered souls one final redemption as he guides their souls to either Heaven or Hell. So yeah, my Michael is like that in this au. Hell was punishment enough for their sins in their living lives, and now, the sinners were in their afterlives. In a way, it was a completely new life - a do over, and he would not block their path to progression. Does he think they should go to Heaven after redeeming themselves? No, not really. Because, again, this was the consequence of their actions - sinners would simply have to accept that. Another reason was that, Michael didn't really see Heaven as any better. In his logic, why would you want to go to a place that casted you out in the first place? Why go to a place that never wanted you to begin with? Heaven would be far too restrictive for souls like them in the first place. For him, paradise was where you make it to be, where you're truly the happiest, even if it was in Hell (hence the title of the au ehehehe).

A little world building: Pride would be divided into multiple inner circles or rings. The innermost circle, in the middle of Pride, would be where the royalty resided - completely off limits to most people. The inner middle circle would be that safe haven for penitent sinners that I mentioned (those that had proven themselves to have changed) - they would be protected from the exterminations and vengeful hellborns. The circle would be cleaner, more organised and functioned more like a civil society compared to the outside. Hellborns were also allowed in this circle as long as they remained civil. It would a circle difficult for most to be allowed to reside in, especially for sinners. The outer middle circle contained hellborns and sinners who were willing to change. The sinners would occasionally be offered some protection, though they would be the priority. And then lastly, the outermost circle would be rest of the Pride's population, containing mainly sinners who weren't willing to change and new comers. So, for most sinners who were willing to change, they had to go through at least two circles to even get near the safe haven, where they might end up being rejected anyway.

The other rings of Hell would also contain sinners, but both Michael and Adam decided to leave the Sins be to rule their own realms. Whatever and however they wished to treat their citizens were up to them. So yeah, remorseful sinners spawned in rings other than Pride would have more area and obstacles to traverse if they wish to reach the safe haven. In a way, it was like a trial - an earning your way for relief of your punishment - almost like purgatory (again, I think this suits how I made my Michael).

Also, I'm not sure what you mean Adam becoming like Lilith? If you mean that he would leave Hell for Heaven, then no. The only thing Adam despises more than sinners is Heaven and its angels. This Adam values loyalty far too much to leave Hell, he does actually care for the hellborns, being close and friendly with some of them. He couldn't give any shit about the sinners, however, except when they cross a line they shouldn't. Often times, Adam would turn a blind eye to when hellborns were being needlessly cruel to some sinners. This was something that Michael and Adam often argued about - Adam refused to be a king to sinners. Again, it wasn't as if Michael was particularly soft towards sinners, but he couldn't approve such careless cruelty like that. For Michael, it was more about trying to keep the two populations as civil as possible (even though that task itself was rather impossible).

Oh, another thing I thought I'd like to mention was that, unlike Lucifer in the show, Michael as the Devil was definitely more feared and respected. He was more active in his role as a King and actually disciplined his citizens when he could (but again, kind of an impossible task, there are billions of souls in Hell, both sinners and hellborns). There was also the fact that Heaven itself was kind of fearful of him. Like sure, they managed to send him to Hell, but the lingering gold stains on his hands tell another story. Michael is patient, even merciful, but he WILL act when necessary.

And, I think that's all? I may have more details in other asks though. Feel free to ask for more clarifications if you want. Thanks for still being interested in my au!!

[parvulous-writings]

Could I request dating headcanons for Renton, Micheal, Markus, and IIvon with gn s/o?

Absolutely you can! Just note, if there's any spelling errors or things that don't make sense, please let me know; I wrote this whilst buzzing on work-made vanilla coca-cola, and that stuff is SUGUARY!!

Apologies, also, for these taking so long! I've been working on the BG3 fic on the side, and I got lost in it!

Warnings: None! These guys are just... So sweet. They all take place in their home environs! (The Hillmane farm, Rivington, and Moonrise outside of the shadow curse!)

Renton

Renton is the epitome of 'tries his best' (in a sweet way). He's never been in a relationship before, but he'll do everything he can to show that he cares for you!

Affection is frequent with him, he loves to hold your hand, and take you on walks around the fields of the farm for hours on end. Getting tired? Fear not! He shall carry you! He has those strong arms for a REASON (outside of farm work).

He likes having picnics, in a clearing in the woods just on the outside of the Hillmane farm - you go there at LEAST once a week in summer! When Winter comes, though, he and his father cook meals for you!

He teaches you how to care for animals; their needs, the attention they require - he even starts to show you the individual animal's preferences! He gets a bit nervous when it comes to lambing season, though... What if you think it's all too gross? What if you think he's gross, for helping out? Regardless of what you end up thinking, he shows you how to bottle feed the lambs once they are able to be bottle fed!

If/when he finds out that romantic relationships don't usually start off so hands-on, he feels a little bit guilty. He didn't mean to make you feel like you had to work to earn his love - that was never the case. He just found such joy, and wonder in sharing his life with you.

Micheal

Micheal tries to do everything 'properly' - the full courting process. Dinners, nights out in the gardens of the upper city, spoiling you with gifts - both bought and homemade. He takes things slowly, never wanting to rush you or himself; each moment feels like it's own dose of bliss.

It's only a couple of months before he's introducing you to his family - purely because it's so large, it'd be hard to avoid them all for too much longer. It goes smoothly, and Micheal introduces them all individually, so that you don't get too overwhelmed.

His family is important to him - very much so - but if you don't want to spend a huge amount of time around them, he's amicable about that, he's all too aware about how loud and overwhelming his brothers can be at times, so he doesn't take any offence of that choice, should you take it. However, he won't miss out on too many family occasions - he does always extend an invitation to you, though.

He likes taking you to various inns and taverns to eat in the lower city; that's your typical date with him. Sure, it can be loud and rowdy, but more often than not, Micheal books a lovely intimate booth in the corner, away from the majority of the noise and drunkards.

Markus

Markus can be a bit... Unconventional, compared to the others here. Spending a lot of his time transforming in and out of wildshape has blurred the lines a bit between his more human and animalistic natures. He'll become almost over-protective of you, seeing most other men around you as 'competition'. He is almost too eager to fight with others to gain your affection, but tries to restrain himself, so that he doesn't scare you off.

He likes to take walks through the woods with you; showing you his favourite spots to forage for mushrooms, telling you where to find certain wildflowers. He'll also take you to his favourite tree to nap under - an old Oak tree, that must have been there for at least a couple of centuries. He absolutely loves it - the way he speaks of it, it's like a second home to him.

Expect a lot of gifts; mainly furs and hides with some food - especially when it's coming up to Winter. He tans all the hides himself, and tries to make sure that the furs will be warm enough to keep the deep Winter chill away from you. He'd hate for you to get cold.

Ilvon

Ilvon likes to teach; philosophy, botany, weaving, you name it - he's a natural teacher and he loves to share his knowledge, especially with his beloved. He takes his time, and if you need to be shown or have something explained to you more than once, he's more than happy to help go through it again, slower or in a different way to help you understand.

He helps you understand the animals of the woods surrounding Moonrise. The foxes, wolves, birds and deer - all of them. He teaches you how to identify the tracks of different breeds, or the different types of birdsong. He always tells you about how it's important to stay close and connected with nature, as it is an integral part of the world order, and without it, the whole world may have been drastically, and catastrophically different.

He likes to read with you - or to you, it doesn't really matter. He has many many books that he shares with you, and his druidic clan. Long stories after a day of foraging in the summer is an absolute must, with him. The same with ballads - in the winter, when both of your hands are too cold to turn the pages of a book, he will sing to you. Stories of the gods, of heroes, and of nature. Anything that comes to mind, he will hold you close and sing to you.

[fastermosherzkillkill]

Don’t You Tell Me To Deny It, I’ve Done Wrong And I Wanna Suffer For My Sins

(Story title ofc is from Criminal by Fiona Apple because I’m so into her music right now)

Summary: You and Rhea have been best friends since your days at Riot City Wrestling. You’re signed to Smackdown and She’s signed to Raw. Typically, you’re both waiting backstage for each other after a match but recently, with her whole rivalry with Bianca and Iyo, she hasn’t been there for you in any way, even though you’ve been there every Monday for her. You understand the stress and pressure she’s under so you don’t bring it up. Until one night, your tag team partner, Candice LeRae, betrays you for Chelsea Green. It hits you hard but after your match, you’re being interviewed by Cathy Kelly, when a certain someone interrupts you.

Y/r/n = You ring name

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Tonight was rough. You’d been in a tag team match with your unexpected partner, Candice LeRae. You thought everything was going perfectly. You’d won the match, which was surprising to most because you were up against two extremely dominant women at Smackdown, Tiffany Stratton and Zelina Vega. They’d gotten in an argument because Zelina started laying on the punches to you when she wasn’t legal, so you and Candice decided to take advantage of their distraction. You’d helped her suicide-dive off of the top rope to take them both down, and you dragged Tiffany back in the ring. You got her to stand up, driving your shoulder into her abdomen, executing a perfect northern lights suplex and effectively pinning Tiffany for the win. The referee counted “1, 2, 3!” And you screamed out a vicious cry of victory. You and Candice were ecstatic, jumping up and down with joy until the ref raised both your hands.

You thought all was well. Well, too naïve, you’d always been told. Suddenly, Candice went behind you, running into the ropes and rebounding her small body right into yours, with an elbow right to the back of your head. Pain bloomed throughout your entire body and you groaned out in pain. You rolled onto your back just as she jumped on top of you and started wailing her fists as hard as she could. You tried to block as best you could but you were already weak and tired from the brutal match you’d just endured. Eventually, she stopped and she turned your head so you could watch as she walks backstage with Tiffany and Zelina, her stupid song playing loudly, stabbing pain emitting from your head.

The security brought you to the medical room and you got evaluated. They said you were okay, probably just going to be extremely sore for the next week or so. You walked out and found yourself immediately face to face with Cathy Kelly. You loved her, you truly did, but you didn’t think you could make it through an interview after the whirlwind of emotions you just went through, atop the already electric pain shooting through your body. You sat on one of the supply boxes and tried your best to compose yourself so you could at least look a little presentable for this grating interview.

“Thank you Pat and Micheal. I’m here with y/r/n, and y/n, you just went through every emotion one can feel. A triumphant victory spoiled by a betrayal at the hands of your tag team partner, Candice LeRae. Y/n, what are your thoughts right now, what’s going through your head?” You felt rage bubbling inside you. Wasn’t it obvious? You were furious! How could you have not seen this coming?! How could have gotten to comfortable?! This has happened before with Nikki Cross, you thought you’d learned your lesson!

“You wanna know how I feel, Cathy? I’m really pissed the hell off… I trusted Candice… and I can’t believe myself for that… I thought I learned my lesson when this exact same situation happened with Nikki Cross… but I just I can’t learn… I’ve been like this my whole life and I can’t learn from that either… I’m just so sick and tired of being left all on my own because people find someone or something better than me… I’m sick of it!” You felt your resolve crumbling. You can’t cry on camera… Don’t cry.

“I just have to be alone now Cathy… because this happens every time… Every time! Because I’m so stupid! I just can’t… I can’t deal with these people anymore, always willing to drop someone at any opportunity-“ a painfully familiar face stepped forward into the frame of the camera. You were a little angry that you were interrupted but you were also relived to finally see the face of your best friend, Rhea. “Wh-… What are you doing here?” You slid off the set box you’d been sat on, stepping a bit closer to Rhea. Cathy stepped away to give you two your moment.

You hadn’t seen Rhea in a couple weeks actually, but you understood that she was in a rough spot in her feud with Bianca Belair and Iyo Sky. She looked disheveled, to put it bluntly. You saw shame in her eyes and you wondered where this was going. Anxiety grew in your gut at the thought of another betrayal, but quickly that thought was diminished as she said the four words you’ve been wanting to hear from her for so long. After a couple seconds of her just staring into your eyes, her facial features growing more sorrowful by the minute, she responded “I’m here to apologize” You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding in at her words.

“I’m sorry… I’m so, so sorry y/n… every week you’ve been waiting backstage for me and every week I’ve left you hanging when I should’ve been there waiting for you on Friday… I… I have no excuse… I’ve just… I’ve been a terrible friend… and I’m so sorry. You’ve been through so much these past few weeks, and I haven’t done what a friend should do and show up! You don’t have to forgive me, I just want to be your friend again…”

You were shocked. You felt like you didn’t deserve her apology. Your body was frozen and all you could get out of your mouth was a shaky “Rhea…” before your body instinctively fell into her arms. You turned your head away from where the camera was still pointing towards you two. Your eyes filled with tears as Rhea placed her hand on the nape of your neck and subtly kissed the top of your head. You’d felt so isolated for weeks, this was the exact type of solace that you needed, especially by your best friend.

Maybe life wasn’t perfect, but at least you had Rhea. You had Demi. Your best friend since year 11. You’d watched her grow, and she grew with you. For once you didn’t have to think about tomorrow. It won’t last forever, but at least in this moment, everything would be okay. Because Rhea would always be there for you.

(I really hate this ending kms)

[hunkofjunk]

Do you have any remnant headcannons?

Do I have any Remnant headcanons? Ohoho Anon you spoil me~

I must preface this with none of my canon is based on the novels. The whole- it's a metallic goo used to meld endoskeltons together to make new bodies- it's just not for me.

My take is far more ethereal.

Remnant is the essense that radiates from the body in the exact moment of a persons passing. It cannot be seen nor touched prior to this state, though a ripple may be glimpsed upon it's departure if one is perceptive. Capturing Remnant is exceptionally hard, and containing it harder still as it was never meant to move from one form to another. Because of this, those that tamper with it become stained and indirectly curse those closest to them with a similar fate.

It is because of Williams tamperings with Remnant that he 'always comes back' and those around him cannot truly pass away. While the puppet may have given life it was only able to reanimate the suits because the children stashed within could not pass over. Their souls remaining bound within the battered bodies even after they had passed away. Micheal, Evan and Elizabeth too were victims of their fathers curse as 'I should be dead, but I'm not' perfectly illustrates their inability to pass over as well.

I don't believe William knew this would happen. I believe he was just as horrified when he awoke within the corpse of his mangled body trapped within the SpringBonnie suit.

Anyway. I edited this down NUMEROUS times so kudos to anyone who made it this far. By this frame of mind the only way to free every last soul would be to destroy William Afton completely. Until he is gone, there will always be those bound by his corrupted form of immortality.

[libraryofloveletters]

This is for humor, not wet Wednesday, or to be used as a fic. You and Matt are best friends and joke around a lot. When you find out he is expecting his 5th child you give him a box of condoms. LOL

Team Simmons

Platonic!Matt Simmons x Reader 

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, alcohol and mild consumption of, pregnancy jokes 

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

Author’s Note: I lovedddd writing this :) 

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Jake ran over to you as you walked through the door. “y/n!” he shouted as he hugged you. 

“Hey buddy! happy birthday!” you hugged him back and handed him a huge gift bag that had his birthday gifts in. 

“Someone went overboard with the gifts again, didn't they ?” Kristy smiled at you from the living room. “Hey pretty lady” you made your way over to give her a hug. 

“How’s the bean?” your hand rested on her belly, “good” she smiled. 

The rest of the team had already arrived, JJ and Emily were outside with the kids as Luke showed them the tricks Roxy could do. Penelope took this moment as her chance to take some pictures, ones you were sure would be sent out to everyone in the morning. Tara, Spencer and Rossi were having a conversation about something you couldn’t hear at the moment. You and Kristy had made your way to the kitchen when Matt came down with the girls, one in each arm. 

You took Chloe from him, holding her on your hip. “Not even here for 5 minutes and already stealing my kids ?” Matt asked you 

“Haha Simmons, very funny. You’re just mad cause she loves me more, isn't that right kiddo ?” you tickled her side, she let out a loud giggle before you put her down. 

Everyone made their way to the backyard. The kids ran around as Roxy chased them through the yard, JJ yelling for them to slow down before they fell over or trample the girls. Rossi stood by the BBQ because he refused to let anyone else cook, although Spencer told him using the BBQ doesn’t exactly count as “cooking” 

Emily had found Matt’s wine stash and opened a bottle which her, Penelope and Tara were working on. You were sitting beside Luke as you looked around the yard. 

You really did find a family with each other. 

David chased his brother to the pool, the boys jumped in which only further caused commotion, as Micheal and Henry jumped in after them. Kristy and JJ both looked like they were about to lose their patience, there were now 4 very hyper boys splashing in the pool.

The noise and laughed had caught Roxy’s attention. Her head perked up from beside Luke’s leg and before he could grab her collar, she made a run straight into the pool. 

“Boys! Get out of there!” Kristy told them, all of them laughing and ignoring her. 

“If you don’t get out, we’re gonna go home right now” JJ gave her boys a stern look, hoping if they got out, so would Jake and David but again, they just ignored the two woman. 

“Matt, will you come get your children ?” Kristy looked over at Matt who could barely move with two very comfortable looking girls sitting on his lap. 

“Babe, I can’t” he gave her an apologetic look. 

“I got it” you got up and walked over to the pool, Luke followed you. “Rox, c’mon girl” Luke whistled, Roxy too, ignored him. You chuckled as you watched the boys and Roxy in the pool, they all looked so happy. 

“Boys, c’mon” you crouched down in front of them, the 4 of them swam up to the edge of the pool. 

“Kristy worked hard to put together this party and it’s only fair that we be good for her, right ?” 

The boys looked at each other and smiled. “Okay” Jake said, smiling at you. You stuck your hands out to help them get out of the pool, Jake grabbed one hand and Henry grabbed the other and they both tugged. 

You fell right into the pool, you swam back up to the top, “are you kidding me?!” you laughed, wiping the water from your face. 

Kristy sighed, walking about from the pool, leaving you and the boys in the pool. JJ shook her head, “you’re all in trouble, you too y/n” you laughed as she walked away. 

“Rox, come here girl, come on” Luke was still trying to get her out of the pool. “Alvez, come here. I’ll push her to you, you help her out” he crouched down and you did get Roxy to the edge of the pool, and out of the pool. Luke was still crouched down as Roxy shook the water off and all over Luke. 

“Hey, help me out” you stuck your arm out to Matt, who made his way over to the pool after giving the girls to Kristy. He grabbed your hand only to be pulled into the pool. 

“Y/n are you serious?!” Matt shouted as he splashed the water towards you. You laughed, the boys clung onto their father as JJ’s boys clung onto you. One by one, you helped the kids out of the pool and then got out yourself. You and Matt had a close relationship, he was your best friend, basically like your older brother. 

Once everyone had dried off, the boys got their fair share of yelling from their mothers, you got yelled at from Rossi after he saw you encouraging the boys and their nonsense rather than getting them to listen to their mothers. Everyone had settled down and had dinner, Kristy and Matt wrangled the kids together to cut Jake’s birthday cake and attempt to get one decent picture before they all ran off to do their own thing. 

Jake and David were in the other room with Henry and Michael while the girls were upstairs. “Y/n, you gotta stop buying so much for the kids. They have a million and one things already. Between you and Penelope, we can stop buying stuff for them” Matt chuckled, you smiled at him as Penelope let out a gasp. 

“Matt, I'll have you know that’s my job as the cool aunt! I must- it’s my duty to spoil them” she stated, taking a sip of her drink. You nodded in agreement, “what she said” 

It was always nice to have the team together outside of work. Matt and Kristy sat together, her legs rested on his lap. Tara, Spencer and Penelope sat on the other couch, Luke sat on the armrest of that couch beside Penelope. JJ and Emily were on the two seater and Rossi was on the recliner, you sat on the floor beside him. 

“Oh!” you looked around for your bag. Rossi looked down at you, “what’s wrong kid ?” 

“I have something for Matt” you pulled your bag over to you, digging through the contents of the bag and finding what you were looking for. Everyone was now looking at you, you pulled out a little wrapped box with a bow on it. Tossing it to Matt, he catches it. 

“What’s this?” he shook the package

“Open it” you smiled, your head resting on the chair behind you. 

Matt ripped the paper off the box, Kristy let out a ridiculously loud laugh when she saw what you had given Matt. 

“Are you serious ?” Matt asked you, holding back a laugh. 

The wrapping paper on his lap had covered what you had given him. “What is it ?” Luke asked him, Matt held up the box of condoms you had just gifted him. The whole room erupted in laughter. 

“As much as I love you guys, and I really do. My wallet can't handle all the birthday and Christmas gifts.” you laughed. 

“You're telling me” Matt laughed as he tossed the box to the other side of the couch. 

“But seriously, it would be nice to give your wife here a break. She's literally always pregnant Matt, I don't even understand where you find the time” 

“I know right!” Luke piped up, Penelope smacking his side “be respectful!” 

“Yeah, thanks for these” Matt laughed as he tossed the gift paper at you, making you laugh. 

“You’re welcome” 

David had wandered into the living room after getting a glass of water, he picked up the box as he sat beside his father. 

“Dad?” 

“Yeah bud?” 

“What are these?” 

Matt looked over at him to see what he was referring too, you held back a laugh. Matt took the box from him, “nothing bud, grown up stuff” Matt told him, giving you a look after you let out a stifled laugh. 

David shrugged as he made his way back over to the other room. 

“I’m gonna kill you l/n” he stood up as did you. 

“Only if you can catch me Simmons” 

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[ithebookhoarder]

Could I get something for valentines day to do with the Shelby gang? I really don't mind what or who. I just feel like I need a little love for the day...

Valentines Day Head-Canons for the Shelby Family

A/N: Of course you can, anon! Hope you have a great day, whether you’re celebrating or not. It’s just a day, really, so I hope this cheers you up ;) Sending so much love x 

Masterlist:

Arthur: 

This man would be nervous as hell that he’d mess up valentines day with you. He’s not exactly known for being the romantic of the family, nor does he have the sophistication of his younger siblings. In fact, he’s sometimes surprised you’re even with him at all. 

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t try, though. Oh no, this man is going all out for the day and nothing is too much for you. He’ll have asked everyone, and I mean everyone, for advice about what to do to make the day special. 

He’s not a many of many words so he lets his actions do the talking for him, giving you a massive bouquet of flowers as he comes to collect you for the evening. 

“Arthur, they’re beautiful. You really shouldn’t have gone to so much trouble for me. I mean, you even got orchids - my favourites. How did you know?”

“I remember you told me before, eh? When we were at that place down in London. The one with the fancy window displays.”

“I can’t believe you remembered.”

But that’s Arthur. He’s utterly head over heels for you, which is probably why he turns bright red as you kiss him on the doorstep before hurrying back inside to put them in some water. 

He’d also make sure to open every door for you the entire night, refusing to let you even lift so much as a finger. 

In fact, he even pulls your chair out for you in the restaurant he’s taking you to, glaring at the waiter who was going to do it, in a clear sign to back away if he wants to escape with his life. 

“Arthur. I saw that. Behave.”

“I’m on my best behaviour, love. Promise.” 

“Oh really? What a shame, as I had kind of hoped you wouldn’t be, considering that I’m wearing your present underneath this dress.”

Arthur almost combusts there and then. 

Screw dinner - he wants to devour you and only you. Maybe that’s why he practically drags you out of the door at the end of the night, making you laugh as you hurry after him, the two of you fumbling with each other like horny teenagers.  

Needless to say, you spend the rest of the night wrapped in a tangle of limbs, lost in an haze of pleasure as you gift one another with your bodies. 

John:

Now, considering his kids and the fact they are more than a handful, he knows just how important time spent with just the two of you is. That would be his first and biggest gift, getting one of the family to agree to watch the hell spawn long enough for you two to spend some time alone together. 

It’s just you and him for 24 hours of uninterrupted bliss, with no crying children or screaming babies to think about. 

True, it would be weird at first to have the house so quiet, but that’s exactly what you need for you and John to just talk to one another about anything and everything you’ve missed over the past few weeks. After all, he’d probably have been so busy with work he feels like he’s hardly seen you recently. 

He’s also remarkably in-tune with you and knows exactly how to spoil you rotten. 

“You do so much for me and the kids, it’s the least I can do, right? You deserve the world, but I guess I’ll have to do, eh?”

Who knew John Shelby was such a softie?

He’d have the day mapped out down to the finest detail: Breakfast in bed? check. A hot bath with wine and candles? Check. That new dress you had your eye on when you last went into town? Check. Making love for hours on every surface of the house? Triple check. 

He knows how lucky he is to have you and would spend all day making sure you knew. 

“At this rate, we’ll be having another little one to be bribe Polly to watch next year.”

“John Shelby! I swear to god I am not having another baby-“

“So you want me to put my clothes back on and not fuck you again?”

You wisely say nothing and kiss him instead. 

“As I thought.”

Tommy: 

Considering how busy he normally is, the only gift you could ever want from him was that of time. Time away from the stresses of the company or his family and their never ending messes. 

It’s why you’re eager to subtly remind him about the date every chance you get in the weeks preceding it. 

Little do you know, he’s perfectly aware of the day. In fact, he has plans of his own cooked up for the both of you… you just didn’t need to know that yet. 

It makes the surprise all the more satisfying as he wakes you early the morning of, peppering you with kisses and encouraging you to get dressed. 

“I thought people usually tried to get people undressed on Valentines day?”

“Patience, love. It’s worth it, I promise.”

You laugh and trust him, unable to deny him anything when he looks genuinely happy for once. That in itself is a gift, as is the chance to spend the day riding with him around the estate you called home. 

Tommy is happiest on horse back, and you grin as you eye him clambering on his horse out front. 

You’re quick to follow, not surprised to see he’d had your horse readied too. He really had thought this out, down to the route you take. 

“This way, there are no phone calls or fucking distractions,” he explains, relieved at the utter delight in your eyes. “Not unless one of the staff want to grab a horse and come find us. Good luck to them.”

“They’d need it, especially if they’re stupid enough to risk me shooting them for disturbing us. They’d be idiots.”

Tommy laughs. 

Eventually, he’d stop you both, just on the edge of the woods, revealing the next surprise as he pulls out a blanket and basket (prepared with Frances’s help, of course). 

“A picnic, Tommy?” 

“I told you it was a surprise.” 

It’s the best surprise as you both sit there, drinking and laughing as the sky turns dark. 

That’s when he lights a fire for you both, letting you huddle close by the flames, eyes gazing at the stars above you. 

You listen to him telling you all about the constellations and the stories he learned as a child. The sound of his voice is heavenly and you could easily listen to him all night. 

So much so, you’re quick to wish the night would never end, letting you two stay like this, wrapped peacefully in each other’s arms forever. 

Finn:

This literal angel is sweet as hell. Like, you better be prepared for the hand made card he’ll have made you… with Polly’s help, of course. He isn’t a hundred percent sure his spelling would have been right otherwise, but for you he’s willing to make the effort to try and write it for you. After all, you’ve more than likely been trying to help him learn to read and write since you started seeing one another. 

“Aunt Pol… is heart spelt with two t’s or one?”

“One, Finn.” 

“And does angel have a j in it?”

“No, Finn.”

Everyone else thought it was adorable and proof that he truly does love you. They’ve never seen him work so hard on anything in his life. 

Your own card is much simpler, because you wanted to make sure he could read it without too much difficulty. You also may or may not have got a bit carried away with drawing hearts and other sketches to fill it instead of trying to use long and complicated words about how much you loved him. 

However, neither one of you seem to care. You’re too happy with the cards you receive to care about your own possible mistakes. 

You’re also too busy admiring how much of an effort each of you made with your outfits for your date. Sure, it was just drinks and dancing with some of the other teenagers in Small Heath (basically Isiah and his girl) but you’d both gone full out for the occasion. 

“Is that suit new?”

“Maybe… John helped me pick it out. Why? Does it look stupid?”

“No, Finn Shelby. You look incredibly handsome,” you beam, toying with his lapels before linking his hand with yours. “I’ll be the luckiest girl there tonight.”

“And I’ll be the luckiest man.”

Oh yeah, you two are reals saps, just as most young lovers are. You’re all nervous glances, laughs and touches as you two dance the night away. 

It would also be the night Finn kisses you for the first night, summoning the courage to do it as he drops you off back at your house, just a little after curfew. 

It’s worth the risk and as you kiss him back he swears he’s flying the rest of the way home. 

Micheal: 

Micheal has had his plans in place for weeks, making sure every little detail would be perfect for the two of you. He’s honestly looking forward to it, enough to welcome his mother’s advice as she throws suggestions and tips at him the week before. 

“Women like to feel special, Micheal. What about getting her a necklace? Or some chocolates? Fancy ones from France or something.” 

“Mum, thanks, but I’ve got it covered. Promise.”

“Are you sure?”

Micheal laughs and tries not to be offended at her obvious doubt. Then again, he’s not always had a track record of being the most romantic or thoughtful with women. Still, he really cares about you and he’s determined not to mess this up. 

It’s why he’s chosen the perfect place for you two to spend the evening together: your place. 

He’s determined to spend the time just the two of you, and what better way to impress you than cooking dinner for you? 

With the bottle of champagne he brought and your favourite records playing in the background, you’re quickly at ease, grinning as you watch him effortlessly chop, dice and season the dish he’s chosen. 

How is peeling a potato so sexy when he does it? 

It’s honestly impressive, but also because he’s putting so much effort into it which is a nice surprise. As is the way he dances around the kitchen with you whenever there’s a pause in the recipe or a particularly good song comes on. 

You’re surprised at his soft singing voice as he holds you, humming along. It’s rare he allows himself to be seen in such a way, relaxed with no one to judge him for being soft or a little off key.   In front of the other Shelbys he’s normally desperate to impress them, trying to be tough and nonchalant.

However, you know deep down he’s still the country boy you fell in love with when he first arrived in the city.  

By the time you’ve finished dinner, the candles have almost burned out and you know where the evening is headed as you both start to scurry off to your bedroom. 

Ada:

Ada is probably the most relaxed of all the Shelby bunch when it comes to special occasions. This is Ada we’re talking about. She’s also probably the most sane of the bunch, so she knows how to act like a normal person. 

She doesn’t need anything big or fancy as a gift or some elaborate plan to make her fall head over heels. 

A day in the park, with Karl holding both your hands as you walk to the duck pond, is enough to make her look at you with utter adoration in her eyes. She loves how well you both get on, becoming a little family of you own. 

It’s why it’s no surprise you all have dinner together, with Karl helping to serve you as your two favourite people spoil you rotten. You normally eat together most days, even if Karl doesn’t normally wear a suit or call you ‘madame’ every time he passes you something like a mini waiter. 

Ada smirks at the sight, informing you it’s all Karl’s idea - as is the card he thrusts upon you.

“I made the card myself!”

“You did? Wow, Karl. Look how amazing it is. I love the glitter on the heart.” 

“I knew you would. Mum didn’t think so but I won.”

The look Ada gives you makes you want to laugh until you cry as you clearly sense the frustration she must have suffered in the pursuit of Karl’s artistry. It also explains why you’ve been finding glitter everywhere all week. 

“Well, I love it. Thank you - both.”

You press kisses to both of their cheeks, grinning as Ada purred something about giving you her card later once Karl’s in bed. You’re eager to return the favour, impatient to give her your own card and gift. 

It’s a framed photo of you all, taken one day when you’d all been at the local fair. 

The sight of it is enough to make Ada watery eyed as she gives you yours, watching as you unwrap it and gasp in delight. 

The book is the next in a series you’d recently started and fallen in love with. However, you were pretty sure it wasn’t supposed to be released yet. 

“What can I say? Perks of having a librarian girlfriend with exclusive access to advanced copies we’re supposed to be holding on to until next month. I borrowed one and I’m sure they won’t notice.” 

“Ada Shelby. You stole a book for me?”

“Borrowed. Not stole.” 

You don’t care, too overwhelmed to do anything other than kiss her passionately. 

[masqueradeball]

How about number 3? Like, tell us all about it if you want :)

Oh my gosh 🥺 thank you so much for giving me my first ask! 💖 I'm eternally grateful I get to spill all my pheels out.

3. What is my favorite Phantom tv/film adaptation?

My absolute favorite Phantom is the 1925 Lon Chaney silent film. He just embodies everything that I like about Gaston Leroux's Erik for me and he is both horrifying and pitiable. I dislike the ending but I can live with it given it's what test audiences wanted at the time. I truly love his Red Death costume. You can find it on Youtube and the Tubi app for free.

My first runner up would be Claude Raines in the 1943 because his Erique so soft and tragic in that film I cannot help but love him. This was one was my grandma's favorite 'classic monster' movies that she loved, so I have a special place in my heart for this one. I love his hair and appreciate that he was one fine silver fox before the revenge and jealousy issues set in. The opera parts are a little boring, but the costumes and the sassy diva rival to Christine are worth the watch. We get 2 handsome Raouls who end up going to dinner together at the end of the movie and a Christine who gets to bask in the limelight of her career while not choosing any suitor, which is the best possible outcome for her. Double play for the win in my book! You can watch it for free on the Peacock app.

My next runner up is a 3 way tie between Robert Englund, Gerard Butler, and Charles Dance.

I honestly enjoy all their performances because they each bring something unique to the role.

I cannot stress enough how violent the Robert Englund version is if you want to give it a go, but Erik Destler is insane, twisted, and fabulously murdertastic in this. I love the creepy, evil vibes the man gives off. Think of this film as a time travel AU of the original novel. I feel like he nailed Leroux Erik's darker, snarky personality that some people tend to forget he had and the gothic horror parts of the original novel are there. Bonus: they keep the Faust parallels like in the novel!

I'm gonna say it: I love the Charles Dance miniseries. I know it's not the best, but damn, he is so dry and sarcastic I cannot help but enjoy his performance. I want to pinch his cheeks and smother Cherik with the love his father never gave him everytime I see him. Again, this one focuses on the operas a lot, and for me it's a bit boring. But the backgrounds, settings, and props in this thing are fantastic and the costumes are wonderful too.

That leaves Gerard Butler in the 2004 movie. No he is not the world's greatest singing Phantom, but I don't care. I absolutely love his facial expressions and body language. The Phantom is an emotional, expressive dude and the Red Death costume scene is pretty good. I love how kind and sincere Emmy feels in this film and I appreciate she's not overracting and doesn't feel fake compared to some other Christines *coughSierracough* Being the film version of the ALW musical, this Phantom story focuses on the romance and Gerard excels at that. When he and Christine are singing Past the Point of no Return, I FEEL THEIR PASSION! And that's what counts more so than hitting the same notes we've all heard a million times before.

Now for the versions in the 'I will eternally like this' category 😊 :

The Phantom of the Paradise from 1974. This is also a very violent and dark film so fair warning if you haven't seen it. It's a bizarre rock musical, but if you're weird like me and enjoy Rock & Rule or the Rocky Horror Picture Show, this might be a film you'd like too. I don't want to spoil it too much but the Faust/devil parallels are here too, as is various pop culture references. His teeth and mask are terrifyingly cool, and so is the electronic voice box he uses. It makes sense Daft Punk was inspired by this film. Maybe G1 Soundwave was inspired by this film too, but that's a debate for another day 😉

Next is the animated 1988 film. This one features animation on par with other 80s tv cartoons of the time. I love that they kept the Persian and the torture chamber from the novel. The Phantom's death scene is pretty damn epic. Christine is kind of a flake, but animated Leroux Erik is hilariously insane and terribly charming, especially when he calls himself a Don Juan. It's worth watching just for his antics and his dialouge.

You might not expect a Goosebumps episode to do a Phantom story any justice, but here we are: 1995, The Phantom of the Auditorium is a spooky fun take on the story and honestly, I'd like to see the full play the kids at that school are putting on cause it looks better than some of the live Phantom stage scenes I've seen. Both young boys playing the Phantom are fantastic actors and the plot twist at the end is great.

I absolutely have to give a shout out to Wishbone's Pantin at the Opera. He is the best, cutest, most adorable Raoul de Chagney ever and I will fight you if you dare talk smack about this version. I'm not even a Raoul stan by any means but like, this dog is precious and I enjoy this episode so much.

Also in the animated category and cute dog category is Scooby Doo Stage Fright made back in 2013. This movie is one of my fave Scooby Doo films (yes I own almost all of them on dvd) and there are multiple Phantoms, a reality tv show contest, and Fred and Daphne finally kiss each other! Lots and lots of hidden Phantom references in the background and lots of voice acting talent for those of us who appreciate that.

Now for the versions I intensely dislike 😏

The 1962 Herbert Lom version. UGH where to start. The sets are so small and everything looks dirty and of the wrong time period. The color in the film looks washed out. The clothes look too modern somehow (maybe it's their hairstyles?) and it bothers me. It feels low budget in a bad way and it shows. This phantom is not likeable or pitiable even though his backstory is similar to the Claude Raines version. He has no romantic interest in Christine, so it feels off. This guy is such an old a$$ piece of sh*t, he literally slaps Christine as she's singing for him for no damn reason. His paper mache mask looks like a Kindergartener's botched art class project. His personality is like somebody locked up cranky grandpa in the basement and he's PMS-ing because y'all forgot to give him his daily prune juice. This squatter's lair lacks creepiness, and his bizarre sidekick is annoying and yet somehow more interesting than the Phantom. The pervert manager trying to bang Christine aggravated me and simultaneously made me want to vomit. Raoul is the only likeable character in the whole damn movie. The Joan of Arc opera scene makes up for some of the film, but it's still terrible.

Next on my meh list is the 1983 made for tv movie starring Micheal York and Jane Seymour. Now, this one has some likeable and applaudable scenes: the various murders and general creepiness of the Phantom, and the lair scene when she wakes up in his bed and the Phantom gets all up in her face is so intense and so Leroux I absolutely love it. The rest of the film is a jumbled hot mess at best, but Jane Seymour is 🔥 and she gets some damn good sex, so hell yeah to that!

And lastly, I do not like the Royal Albert Hall 25th anniversary recording. I should preface this by saying it is Sierra I don't like. I like Ramin, I love Hadley, everyone else is wonderful but I cannot stand Sierra. She tries too hard to make Christine a Disney Princess- and that doesn't fly with me. It comes off as insincere or mocking the source material at best, and at worst it makes Christine look like an airheaded ditz. Apparently Sierra played Ariel at one point which is hilarious because of all the Disney princesses, I dislike her the most. But that's a different rant for another day.

And finally, the one I hate most of all:

The 1998 Argento film. This is the worst Phantom adaptation I've ever seen. It is a whole lotta nope for me. Between the rats, the unecessary and pointless telepathy, the r*pe scene, and the unfunny weird vibe from the murder going on in this film it's a disaster from start to finish. Honestly, it's the rats and his hair that bother me from a visual standpoint alone and it's beyond disgusting the way this a$$🤡 treats Christine. I don't like any of the characters in here and for good reason. It's not worth watching and if you do, be ready to bleach your brain afterwards.

💖 Sorry if this was a long read! Thanks again for giving me an ask and I will cherish it forver!!!! 💖

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How about some cook Cavendish satisfying Drax with pleanty of food. digging Drax' ass out of a dumpster and showing him what actual food is, giving him pleanty to feat on~

-cursed

This sounds tender as SHIT. Let's fucking go.

Cavendish pulled the top off the pot, taking an inhale. Soup smelled good, it should be ready soon. He added more salt, before putting the top back on. It was late at night, and everyone else was asleep, but Cavendish couldn't sleep. He knew he needed it though, so he decided a nice, hot meal would soothe him. Usually Otto cooked, but he was happy to make something of his own. A nice stew, coupled with some fresh bread (that he didn't at all steal from Brownlee's food stash), he made more than enough food.

"The hell?"

He was about to heat up the bread, when he heard a commotion outside. Something was out there, digging into the box of scraps just outside.

"Fuckin' told that damn cabin boy to dump the scraps."

He grabbed a kitchen knife, and went outside. Probably some rat. Had they not been disease ridden, biting bastards, he would've ignored it. He walked slowly, knife raised, when the damn thing turned around. It wasn't a rat, it was worse. Henry Drax. He was digging into the FUCKING trash, like an animal. Cavendish sighed, as a means of both disgust, and relief. At least Drax wasn't a biter. Usually.

"Fucking hell Drax-the hell you doing out here?"

"Hungry. But I can't go back into the damn kitchen."

"You kept eatin' shit, didn't you?"

"Otto maybe a godly man, but he's a stingy fuckin' bastard."

Drax was an absolute scavenger. He'd always hang around a kitchen, stealing little bits of food, even when Otto was just trying to cook. Cavendish had seen it first hand, and until he was booted from the kitchen, it was pretty damn funny.

"Are you actually eating from there?"

"Aye. Wasteful man. Still meat on these bones, and these tomatoes are still good."

Cavendish watched as Drax dug his foul teeth into a juicy, spoiled tomato, letting the juices run down his ever messy beard. Cavendish didn't love this man in the slightest, but he'd be heartless not to feed a man digging out of old scraps.

"You're a fuckin' mutt- come on."

He smacked the tomato out of his hand, and put his hand behind his back, ushering him back into the kitchen. Drax was clearly upset about the lack of his snack, but he didn’t get a chance to bitch as he sat him down at the table. Drax looked like he wanted to get up, even, but Cavendish knew just what would make him stay. He pulled his flask from his coat pocket, placing it on the table. Drax chuckled, getting comfy in his seat.

“Know how to get me to stay, Micheal.”

He only called him that in private. When not a soul walked in between them. Cavendish waved his hand at him dismissively, He added oil to the bread, and stuffed it into the tiny oven. As glorious as the Volunteer was, Cavendish could make a complaint in regards to the kitchen’s size. He felt cramped in here, not just amongst the damn clutter in here, but with Drax just sitting there, nursing the rest of the flask (greedy bastard, thing was full when he got it to him). It was a bit much, but in a way, it was comforting. Just a slow, brief break from the bullshit at sea. No Sumner, no Brownlee, no insurance tricks, no whaling. Just the smell of a fresh pot of soup, and herbed bread. He turned off when he smelled the bread, just how his mother always did.

“You better stay here, Henry. Too much food here for my lonesome, and if Otto found out I cooked, he’d never let me back out into the ice.”

“He likes someone to talk to. As if Sumner wasn’t enough.”

“Maybe it’s redheads.”

They both chuckled. They knew Otto. the caring, protective type that favored the more feminine, soft men. Men who could pass off for the usual whore. Cavendish finished cutting the bread, adding it to the plates, and alongside the bowls of soup, brought it over to the table. Drax had that hungry look in his eyes, and it was one of the few times where it didn’t unsettle him. Drax, as usual, didn’t savor his food the way any person would. He ate the way a hungry animal would, slurping loudly, teeth tugging at the meat and lips slurping the bones clean. He went in with the spoon when he had to, but when he needed meat, he tucked in like a brute.

“Ya mam never taught you how to eat, did she?”

“Hungry. I ain’t eatin’ with royalty, afterall.”

“As if you’d change for royalty.”

Drax grinned, beads of beef broth dripping from his teeth and into his beard. He rubbed at the mess in his beard, wiping it on his coat, then continuing to feast. Cavendish was no man of status either, but he at least knew how to cherish a meal. The salt in the soup, the sweetness of the carrots, the starchiness of the potatoes, the gaminess of the meat- all which sat moist in the salty broth, seasoned by the bones. And the bread. Crunchy, yet still somewhat soft on the inside. Better than any hardtack they were given. 

“Good soup, Micheal.”

He watched as Drax’s lips curled around the soup, noisy as he drank. He’d give the man one thing; he wasn’t fussy. He picked the bones clean, even stripping it off his cartilage, and even licking the crumbs from the bread off the plate. Man was starving. He groaned to himself upon finishing. He wasn’t sated, but he was a little more tame than before. Cavendish wasn’t even done with his soup by the time Drax sat there, licking the residue off of the rim of his bowl. His tongue was greedy, appreciative of every single drop. Cavendish sighed, getting up, and offering his hand to Drax.

“Quit lickin’ the damn thing, I’ll give ya more.”

“I don’t like wastin’ any of it. You don’t know when it'll be the next time you'll eat.”

Cavendish rolled his eyes. Knowing Drax, he’d live. Man would kill and eat an animal raw, with his own teeth if he had to. He went back into the kitchen, filling up the bowl, and giving the man the last piece of the bread. He gave it back to him, and watched as Drax finally ate like a person. Well, closer to a person anyway. He didn’t dig into it like a hungry wolf, but rather, he savored it, as though it was the least meal he’d ever eat. Cavendish nodded, tucking into his bread after having it soak up some of the soup.

“Finally slowing down, though I’d watch you choke.”

“Aye, I do the choking ‘round here, lest you forget, Micheal.”

Henry shot him a wink, just as he was tearing the strips of flesh from the bone. You could always tell when Henry was eating. He slurped, he moaned, he groaned, his teeth ground against bone. It was an experience for Henry. Didn’t matter what it was. Just that there was enough for him. Henry would still enjoy himself, as if a proper whore was blowing him during his meal. It was annoying as hell to most, but not to Cavendish. All he heard was a hungry, eager man.

“Surprised you don’t eat the damn bone, Henry.”

“Don’t throw ‘em out, I’ll suck on them like hard candies.”

Probably why he hadn’t tossed them to the floor, but rather, kept them on his plate, as if he wasn’t done with it just yet. Cavendish had finished his meal quite some time ago, but he had no issues sitting there, watching and listening to Drax’s animilatistic sounds. By the time he finished, he sat back, licking his fingers over and over again. He finally looked sated, relaxed. Cavendish stood up, taking his bowl, and bringing him another. Drax looked hesitant, even as he sat there, suckling on bits of bones, but Cavendish knew Drax could never turn down a meal. He accepted it, helping himself to more of the soup. Cavendish sat down again, watching Drax gorge himself further.

“Never know when you might eat again, eh Henry?”

“Free food is free food, I’d sooner perish than waste a morsel. Especially knowing you made it for me. Almost sweet of ya.”

“Suck my prick, Henry, I just don’t want to smell trash in your breath, next we meet. You already smell like cheap booze and smoke.”

“You like that smell, they all do.”

He smirked. He didn’t notice the broth run down his arm at first, and had to take a second to run his greasy, greedy tongue up his arm. Cavendish swore he saw the dirt and grime graze off his tongue, and he was surprised that even HE didn’t flinch at the taste of himself. He finished the new bowl of soup, far less quickly than the rest of them. He did finish however, leaning back in his chair. He looked exhausted, and the sigh that escaped his mouth let Cavendish know he was about to pop. Drax reached for his belt, and unbuckled himself, letting himself free of his cloth confines. Cavendish watched as he rubbed at his hairy, plump stomach, slowly. As if he was taunting him. The damn thing was nudging the table in its size, and Cavendish swore he never saw the man so docile. So vulnerable and content with himself. Cavendish got up again, and poured the rest of the broth into the bowl. Just enough for one more. Just a little something extra to push him.

“Alright, you can finish the pot, since ya hungrier and uglier than any pest I’ve ever seen.”

Drax burped into his hand, lightly shaking his head in protest. Drax ate enough to feed a number of men, the fact that he didn’t cough it all back up was a surprise to anyone who didn’t know him. He put his hand on his belly, giving it a nice pat. Soft, hairy, and hot from the oh so big meal he just finished eating. Drax sighed, but pushed himself through it, bringing the broth to his mouth, and greedily slurping at the remains. Cavendish had to hold onto the bowl for him, nursing him like a wee babe, and oh so carefully massaging his big, bulging stomach. Drax gasped as he finished, as if he had just put his head underwater.

“Alright, I’m done now, Micheal.”

“Should be, you finished the pot.”

Cavendish took the plates and put them away (leaving it for someone else to clean, obviously), only to come back with something in his hands. Drax looked damn near dazed, before he looked at the wrapping in his hands, suspicious, as if it were a damn weapon.

“Hell is that?”

“Dessert.”

Granted, they were old, but desserts were desserts. He held onto Drax’s chin, forcing his mouth open and pushing the treat past his lips. They were simple ginger cookies he picked up before they left for shore, but they were still fairly tasty. Not that Drax noticed. His poor body ached and his stomach grumbled, begging for him to stop. Drax the vision of gluttony, greed, and lust. He stuffed the rest of the cookie in his mouth, and upon Drax FINALLY swallowing, Cavendish pressed his lips against his, slowly gracing his tongue with his own. The taste of beef, booze, and sugar, was exactly what Cavendish craved. He looked into his dazed eyes, lightly patting his cheek.

“Better not catch you digging through the trash next time, Drax. You want yourself stuffed, you come to me. Get it?”

“...Aye.”

He patted his stomach once more. He was a filthy, greasy, fat, barbaric man.

Was it any wonder he had to dive in for seconds?

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HC: You and Spencer drunk together on an FBI night out & you both declare you fancy one another & end up going back to Spencer's apartment. ;) (Make it smutty if you want)

You’ve danced around each other for so long now

everyone knows you’re crushing hard

everyone is frustrated that neither of you will do anything about it.

It’s another night out with Reid and you both giving each other moon eyes but refusing to make a move.

Garcia threatens to lock you in the bathroom together.

Emily tells her no, that you both have to figure it out on your own.

“But we’ve given them three years to figure it out on their own!!!”

JJ is the one who orders shots. When mom has the night off she parties hard.

Reid tries to pass on the shots but peer pressure man. He’s not immune.

Reid doesn’t handle his alcohol well...and neither do you apparently.

Just randomly staring into Reid’s eyes and blurting out “Oh wow! Your eyes have like this golden ring around them. It’s so stunning.”

Reid fast to reply with a  smoothness sober Reid wouldn’t let happen. “you’re stunning. You’re always stunning.”

“Pft, no you! You’re stunning. Look at me! I’m a garden troll compared to you! You’re like an elf and I’m a freakin hobbit.”

Reid grinning at the Hobbit reference. “You’re adorable. You’re so an elf, like Tauriel pretty!!”

The kiss is unexpected and a little sloppy to be honest.

Emily is the responsible adult and calls you two an uber setting it to go to two stops trying to stop you two from having a drunken hookup.

Emily isn’t the boss of you though....I mean technically she is but whatever.

You talk the Uber driver into only stopping at only Reid’s place. Whatever the driver is still getting paid either way.

Making out on the couch.

Dry humping like teenagers.

At least some sober part of your brain has the sense not to let it go too far.

He does see you topless though and you find out Reid is so a boob man.

You do at least manage to grab a sleep shirt when you start getting sleepy.

The next morning is awkward and painful.

Hungover and remembering everything from last night.

Texts from Emily “You better both be in your own beds.”

Texts from Garcia: “Can I plan the wedding?” “When can I expect genius babies to spoil?”

Text from Luke: “You guys were so wasted last night. You flirt like nerds. Penelope had to explain who the heck Tauriel was to me.”

Text from JJ: “Sorry I thought you’d like the tequila. If it makes it better I’m still tipsy and Micheal has new toy that’s super noisy.”

You can’t avoid talking about what happened.

Reid is tired of pretending he doesn’t want you.

You’re stunned when he spills his heart to you.

You can’t lie.

The kiss tells him how you feel.

You have your first date that morning at a diner enjoying a well-known hangover cure of greasy breakfast. 

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Joining His Pack: Bonding (Final)

Description: Sanctuary Series: Life goes on for you and Namjoon, no matter the circumstances.

Posted: 05/22/2020

Tags:  Hybrid Namjoon, Wolf Hybrid Namjoon, Wolf Hybrid Reader

Angst/Fluff: 3,656 words

A/N: First day of Fic Dump! Anybody surviving the music video? Because I’m hanging in there but I have about a thousand ideas for Yoongi stories now. Haven’t listened to the full thing yet, but I will after I post this. 

Darkness and the damp smell of rain is what woke you up.

You groaned and rolled onto your feet, shivering at the cold of the floor and shuffling toward where the damp smell was coming from while still trying to open your eyes and getting your wobbly legs to comply.

You grumbled when a cool breeze met your skin, making you shiver again as chills went up your spine.

Then a blanket was draped around your shoulders. “The door broke,” Namjoon whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

You sighed and leaned back onto him. “Guess that moved up on our list of things to fix and replace.”

He nodded. “Just a little. Sort of a pretty morning, though.”

You finally managed to peel your eyes open, looking out over the back yard as the rain poured down across your yard—the flowers from your garden bending but staying upright. Predawn light giving the world a hazy look that was actually quite soothing.

“Our gardens will be happy, we were supposed to water them yesterday,” He commented further, head resting on yours.

You yawned, turning and hugging onto him instead. “Why’s it so cold?”

“Because you’re naked, babe,” He chuckled.

You huffed indignantly. “And why am I naked?”

“Because we mated,” He whispered in your ear, fingers grazing over the ultra-sensitive spot where he had marked you.

You shuddered, keening at his touch and pressing closer.

He chucked again. “Come on, back to bed with you. I’ll be there as soon as I prop the door back in the frame. I’m surprised you can walk.”

“Barely, my legs are still wobbly. What happened to the nest?”

“I cannibalized it to make sure you stayed warm.” He guided you back to bed, holding you upright until you could collapse onto it, then covering you up carefully to make sure you wouldn’t get cold.

“Where are you going?” You asked indignantly.

He smiled. “Door? Me, propping it in the frame to keep the house warmer?”

“Oh,” You mumbled, grabbing and pulling the blankets. “Hurry.”

He laughed softly, his “you’re too adorable and I’m dying” laugh which you loved so immensely. He was too adorable for words. He could be all suave and cool but all you had to do was flirt a little and suddenly he turned into your tall, clumsy, adorkable sweetheart who was so cutely shy that sometimes you felt the need to just shower him in affection until he was all dimples and laughter.

Maybe you should have put the door back in place.

You pushed yourself up. “Namjoon, be careful!”

Your warning came a little late, a crashing noise sounding through the house as the words “be careful” left your mouth.

You winced. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just dropped the door. I’ll be there in a second,” He answered, only a slight edge of panic in his tone.

You leaned out of the bed and pulled the basket of extra blankets closer to you. “Is the door okay?”

He didn’t answer for a moment. “Sort of?”

You slipped out of bed again, stumbling out to look. “Oh my.”

He cringed. “What should I do?”

You examined the situation. “Call Jin or Micheal.”

He nodded, following you back into the bedroom and ushering you into bed, making sure you were tucked in while he went to call one of the men for help with the situation.

You were in a sort of doze when he crawled into bed again, arms wrapping around you and hands chilled.

“You asleep?” He asked in a whisper.

“Mmm, not quite.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“We’re going to last the ages, aren’t we?”

“We are,” You replied happily, wiggling closer. “We’ve made it this far, haven’t we?”

“Still need to work on the house,” He said softly.

“True, but as long as we’re both in one piece everything else is just details,” You told him, shrugging slightly and tilting your head so he could rub his nose along your neck.

“Might have bitten too hard, babe,” He whispered, sounding concerned as he nudged your mark, causing you to hiss slightly.

You hummed, the hum turning to a moan as he flicked his tongue over the mark. “The door?”

“Yoongi is coming over, he picked up Micheal’s phone. Apparently Timothy was running a really high fever again.”

“Poor pup,” You whispered. “Human hospitals suck. They should go to the Sanctuary.”

“I think they are.”

“Wait, does that mean we should be getting dressed?”

“We’ve still got time. He was feeding Eunyeong breakfast and he said he needed to get her dressed after that. So, at least half an hour.”

You nodded. “Tae coming too?”

“If he’s already awake, probably. If not, then no.”

You sighed. “Better let me up, honey.”

He grumbled slightly, but placed another kiss on your shoulder before letting you go. “You start your new job next week, right?”

“Yes,” You answered, letting the blankets slip from your body and walking to the closet to pick your outfit. You didn’t have to go anywhere (you weren’t allowed to go anywhere) but you didn’t want to look like a bum when other members of the pack arrived. Not to mention it was great to tease Namjoon in the mornings.

“You’re still wobbling,” Namjoon said after a moment.

“You’re still staring,” You retorted playfully, tail swishing in happiness as you pulled out your desired clothes. You really did need to get dressed, you were starting to get goosebumps.

“You want your black bra?”

“Please.”

“Preference on—”

“Whichever you grab first,” You answered, catching the bra he tossed you. “Can you go get the muffin mixes from the top cabinet?

“Yeah, when did you want to reorganize the kitchen?”

“Possibly today.” You threw the sweater on and then sat down to put on socks. “Depends on what happens after your brothers get here.”

“Well, Tae usually enjoys spending time here, and we haven’t seen them much since they came down, so Yoongi will probably end up asleep on our couch and you’ll get to cuddle the kitten.”

You grinned, following into the kitchen and pulling out the mixing bowl to make the muffins. “Sounds like a perfect lazy day.”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, then hopped onto an empty counter while you mixed the muffin mix and poured it into the muffin tin liners. “Yeah, that mark looks pretty bad. Sorry, baby.”

You shrugged. “Only hurts when you press on it, and even then it’s one of those pains that feels somewhat pleasurable.”

“Weird omega,” He whispered teasingly.

“Bashful alpha,” You retorted, closing the oven door and going over to him, leaning against his legs.

He leaned down and kissed you, slowly, a little lethargic.

Both of you jumped as the make-shift blockade for the doorway fell in.

You sighed. “Wouldn’t be so bad if the wind wasn’t coming from that direction, and if it didn’t have rain with it.”

He nodded. “They should be here soon and—”

The doorbell rang before he could finish.

You moved so he could go answer the door, not trusting your legs to get you that far and instead taking his spot on the counter.

Taehyung came in, obviously following his nose, the toddling following while holding onto his tail and looking fairly grumpy herself.

You grinned. “Morning!”

Taehyung grunted, and leaned against the counter next to you.

The kitten grabbed onto your feet.

You reached down and picked her up, setting her on your lap to cuddle her. “That’s quite the grumpy face, little one.”

“She didn’t get back to sleep after Micheal and Becca took Timothy to the doctors, and we gave her some medicine to help boost her immune system in case its contagious,” Yoongi explained, looking his usual level of tired, but staring at the door. “Namjoon…how?”

Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. “Um…I”m not sure?”

You smiled as they went to inspect, resting your hand on Tae’s head. “I’ve got some banana nut muffins in the oven.”

“I love you. Namjoon, I love her!”

“She’s mine, Tae, you can only love her platonically.”

“Then I love her platonically.”

You giggled at the exchange. “They’ll be ready in a couple minutes.”

He finally moved, sitting on the counter across from you, then his eyes widened. “What did Joonie-hyung do to your neck?”

You shrugged a little. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”

He looked at you like you’d grown a third head.

You blinked. “It’s a mating mark, Taehyung.”

He turned bright red and looked away. “I forgot canines did that.”

“Yup.” You stroked the soft kitten ears. “Eunyeong’s fur is still baby-soft. I’m so jealous.”

“Right?!” He perked up again. “Yoongi-hyung got her some special fur shampoo that’s amazing! Costs way too much for me, but you know how he is with her.”

“He spoils in her ways that won’t spoil her personality, it is beyond adorable.” You pressed a cute kiss to her forehead.

Euny blinked up at you sleepily, huffing grumpily.

The timer went off and Taehyung pulled the muffins out for you, taking one and starting to dig into it.

Euny made a sound and opened her mouth like a little chick.

Taehyung shook his head. “Words, honey.”

“Pleeeeease?” She said, sweetly.

He grinned and got a bowl and put a muffin in it. “Little bites, baby.”

“Okay,” She said, still grumpy but holding the bowl and picking off bites from the muffin. She curled against you as she ate, tail flicking.

“So, you guys going to have kids?”

“Eventually, but I think we want to get a bit more done on this place, and spend a little bit of quiet time together before then. I mean, things are just settling down from the trials, and I’m off house-arrest at the end of the week, and I start my new job after that.” You shrugged. “We both agreed that we wanted to wait a while before having pups. Besides, shouldn’t you be pestering Jimin about kits?”

“Eh, he’s been so stressed between last years incident and moving and the wedding that I figure it’s a miracle he’s in one piece. Maybe next year.”

“You going to join Hoseok in the master-nanny business?”

“I wish. First we’d have to move back home. Besides, Hoseokie-hyung is probably going to be a teacher at the Sanctuary school at some point.” Taehyung’s tail playfully flicked open cabinets to inspect.

“Yoongi set a time frame for your visit?”

He shook his head.

“Want to help me reorganize the kitchen?”

He grinned and nodded.

Namjoon eventually got shooed away from helping when Yoongi almost had a replacement door dropped on his head, and he helped you and Tae—meaning the boys did the work while you supervised and held Euny who was giggling a little when her Uncles made faces at you, and subsequently at her.

When Yoongi was done, he joined you sitting on the counter and eating a muffin and watching the boys do your work for you.

But all of you got quiet when Yoongi got a call from Micheal.

Yoongi was pretty quiet, just replying to him. “Okay. Yeah, I’ll bring Euny in.” He rubbed his forehead looking worried. “Yeah. Okay, thanks.”

You watched him for a moment while he hung up.

“Well?” Tae asked when Yoongi had been quiet for too long. Frozen.

“Timmy has pneumonia,” Yoongi finally said. “They want to test Euny just to be safe.”

Taehyung drooped. “That’s terrible.”

Yoongi nodded. “Yeah. Alright. I can either leave you here or drop you off back home.”

Taehyung looked at Namjoon.

He shrugged. “Pretty sure we were planning on you staying here all day anyway. Whatever you want, Taehyung.”

“I’ll stay here, hyung. It’d be boring being at home with no one around.”

You kissed the kitten’s head, wondering if she did feel a little warm, before handing her over to Yoongi.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine, hyungie. If she does have it, then we know before it’s really set in and we can treat it accordingly.” Taehyung hugged Yoongi, then kissed Euny on the cheek. “I’d go with you—”

“No!” Yoongi and Namjoon shouted simultaneous.

“No, that’s okay, you stay far away from the doctors office,” Yoongi continued.

You giggled, hopping off the counter and falling into Namjoons arms when your legs didn’t work. “Good luck at the office.”

Yoongi glanced you over. “Namjoon, try not to put her back in the hospital.” He went toward the door.

You managed to get your footing again, but stayed in Namjoon’s arms.

Taehyung stretched after hearing the front door close. “So, what else needs to be done?”

“The things we don’t use a lot need to be put in the highest cabinets. But I have to unpack those still, so we’re pretty much done today. Movie time?”

“Movie time!” Taehyung agreed excitedly.

“I’ll make the popcorn.” You wobbled over to the counter and pulled out the popcorn.

“Really, though, Namjoon-hyung, maybe go easy on her next time.”

You laughed as Namjoon gave a flustered response, throwing the popcorn into the microwave. “For the record, I encouraged him to. Nothing like a good romp. And the ones that leave you wobbly the next day are the best.” You kissed Namjoon on the lips, wrapping your arms around his neck and watching him turn red.

“N-noona….” Taehyung objected, completely flustered. “I’m still here.”

“Hmm, true. Alright, I can stand Joonie. You guys go pick a movie.” You smoothed Namjoon’s shirt and turned your attention back to snacks because snacks were very important.

Snacks were very important.

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“Thank you! Have a great day,” You told the customer, handing over their bag of sweets before going to replenish the cinnamon-sugar banana chips. They were popular with several hybrid species and with the remembrance day of the restriction of hybrids coming up, the shop had been fairly busy. It had become a custom to have a sort of communal meal, everyone bringing something to the table as a bunch of hybrids got together. Last year you’d spent it with a group of singles at a party hosted by some of the security staff.

Anyway, “Otter Perfection Sweets” had a steady stream of customers that were there to prepare for guests or being a guest. And since there was a wide selection of specialty sweets that were aimed toward hybrids, a large portion of your customers were either hybrids, or those buying for hybrids. But it was definitely different from your other job.

One, your boss was way better. She was sensible, yet fun, and very flexible about your schedule. She was very family oriented and so friendly that before you knew it she had memorized all of the names of your pack members and how they were related to your mate, and would frequently follow up on things that she heard about.

Not that you didn’t also know way more about her family than you expected to.

You’d been working there for a few weeks now, and already had dinner with her family—all of which, from her grandparents, siblings, and parents, lived in one house. Except her. She lived above the shop because,

“My sister is moving back in with them with her man and her eight pups. I love them to bits, but I also love having a full night’s rest. Besides, they’re going to come here all the time anyway.”

And you didn’t blame her one bit for moving out. Because her family did drop in all the time and depending on who it was it could get very lively in the small shop.

You helped a couple more customers, happy to see product being sold. You liked her. You liked her products. You liked this job.

“Y/n, can you refill the ice-cream freezer?”

“Yup,” You called back, hurrying to the back to get the tray of cartons out of the freezer and then bring it out.

You were so focused on straightening the shelf after filling it that you didn’t hear the person sneaking in until they spoke from directly behind you.

“You know, I’ve been in here a couple times, but you’re the most delicious looking thing I think I’ve seen so far.”

You flinched in surprise, turning to smack him down.

Namjoon grinned at you. “You were about to tell me off, weren’t you?”

Deja vu.

“Hi,” You whispered, grinning.

He leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. “Hi. Why are you whispering?”

“Because I wanted two more seconds with you and if I said it louder she’d come out to say hello.” You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Oh, she already saw me. Headed into the back so I could surprise you,” He replied at a normal volume. “Ready to go, baby?”

“Just need to do a few more things and clock out. While you’re waiting you should pick out those treats. Some for Jungkook since he’s spending his first summer away from home, some for Yoongi, Tae, and Eunyeong, and then the watermelon chips for the triplets birthday next week.”

“Aren’t they all coming for the triplets’ birthday?” Namjoon asked, frowning in thought.

“Yoongi has to work, Tae said he might come but he also found out that the art gala he’s supposed to go to is the night after and you know the trip takes several hours. And Jungkook got that job, so he doesn’t know if he’s going to be there or not. Either way, if we send the package tomorrow he should get it by the next day and the sentiment is still the same no matter when he gets it. Spit spot.” You waved him off and went to check out a customer.

Your boss came out to refill the truffle tray. “I give you December of next year before the two of you have pups, and that’s being pessimistic.”

You just laughed and closed out your drawer, taking it back to the office and locking it while bringing out her drawer. “I give you to August of next year before you have a serious relationship. And that’s being pessimistic.”

She rolled her eyes. “Sure, you just go find me someone who likes kids and knows how to balance work and fun and I’ll help you win that bet.”

“Don’t tempt me,” You replied in a sing-song voice and then skipped toward Namjoon. “No, baby, not the watermelon leather. The watermelon chips.”

“What’s the difference?” He looked confused as you changed out the bags.

“Texture.” You checked what else he had gotten, then led him up to the counter. “Anyway, how was work?”

“Eh, it was work. I’m not a fan of our current project, but what can you do? But I’m definitely ready to be home,” He answered, kissing your cheek. He slipped his arm around your waist, just handing you his wallet so you could take care of paying instead. He was breathing in your scent, trying to detox from a stressful day.

You smiled up at him, then took the bag of sweets, said goodnight to your boss and led the way out of the shop. “Last time we left my work together was the second time we’d met.”

He blinked a couple times and then smiled a dimple smile. “Wow. That was so long ago…and yet also a really short time ago.”

“We haven’t even been together a year,” You said, wrapping your arms around his waist as you walked.

“And what a year it’s been,” He said, huffing a laugh as he did. “But I knew when I smelled you that day…when you flirted so shamelessly with me, that you were the one for me. There was no one else.”

“I was shameless, wasn’t I!” You puffed up proudly. “I should get back to being shameless.”

“Only with me, baby,” He whispered smoothly. “Speaking of shameless….”

“When we get home you don’t want to wear clothes for the rest of the night?”

“Um…not what I was going to say…but I can roll with that as long as we’re in our room. Being active.”

“Deal, but I have to finish the care packages first. Then we can have fun.”

“Right. Care packages.” He got the car door for you. “Do I get one for work? And not being with you?”

“Hmm, you get to come home to your care package every day,” You reasoned, kissing him above the door and then climbing into the seat.

“What if that’s not enough to sustain me,” He asked, still holding the door open.

You hummed, pretending to think. “Then I suppose I better start working harder.”

He grinned and closed the door.

You watched him as he waited for a few cars to pass by so he could get to his side of the vehicle without getting hurt. He was wearing a suit, and loosening the tie in such an attractive manner that you wished the drive home was shorter.

Namjoon got in, adjusting his seat again and the mirrors.

So suave. So enchanting and romantic. The perfect, attractive man that you’d see as the male lead in a movie.

“How did I get such a perfect partner?” You asked softly.

He glanced at you, suddenly shy and bashful. “How did I get a lovely little wolf to join my pack as my mate?”

You thought about it. “Well, if I remember correctly, you were chasing after a pup. Something I hope to see again someday.”

He nodded, taking your hand. “Eventually, you will.”

“When we’re ready.”

“Exactly. Whenever we’re ready,” He agreed, looking at you for a moment before turning his gaze back to the road.

You settled into the seat, gazing at the road ahead, excitement bursting in your heart.

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Men in Horror Film rant

I was watching horror movies the other day, you know, due to isolation, and I watched this movie "He's out there". I won't spoil the movie, but the movie made me realize this new trend in Horror movies that's becoming common: "The man in the film is weak and dies first if it's just him and a woman". I get It, in Horror movies, people are too stupid to live, but this is getting overused just as much as the "black guy dies first" trend. It pisses me off because then you wonder why are they in the film in the first place?

There's this station on tv that shows nothing but drama dealing with psychopaths. I hate that every show has a cheap way of disabling men. One episode literally had a teenager knock out a man in his 30s by "sneaking up on him". First off, the older man in particular knew he was chasing a psychopath, yet he still let his guard down and didn't even brought a weapon. He's doing things men wouldn't do just to build up tension and to make the killer seem dangerous. Just like killing the African American first, to make it seem like they were killed trying to warn the others. Even though realistically, an African American character would've just left the danger without saying a word to anyone.

Look, I have nothing against a female lead, but is it hard to make it believable? Nowadays they just introduce a male character with little to no involvement in the story, only to be killed just to make the women seem stronger. Isn't that insulting? Why not put more effort into building up a women leadership without casting men aside completely? In Mulan, they didn't make all the men pathetic while making Mulan perfect just to make her look good.

Learn from Alien. Everyone didn't expect the alien to be hostile. Everyone didn't expect the Alien to grow. And the Alien was an actual threat capable of taking down a bear. Those deaths made sense. My favorite part is when one of the miners stepped up when he realize they were exposable by the android. He didn't even died a weak death. He went out trying to save a comrade even when it was futile. He could've left her and save his own hide, but he didn't. Which says a lot about that individual. That's a way to kill off a male character in a horror film centered around a female protagonist.

Heck, Sometimes you don't need to kill off the men. Just have them contribute in some way. In Cellular, the mom was the lead protector of the family. She's the one that phoned help. The father was just as important, because the entire plot started because of him and the info he got could put the bad guys away. Yeah he was useless in terms of defending the family, but he had valid reasons. He was beaten up and held at gunpoint. The villains put him in a position were he couldn't do anything to them and saw him as a bigger threat than the mom(which lead to their downfall).

I just needed to point this out for anyone wanting to write a horror with a strong female lead. It's insulting on the woman to make her male comrades die by sneak attacks and cheap shots. Men dying from surprise attacks only leave audience thinking," if the,man wasn't caught off guard, he would've lived". Doing this also shows the killer at hand is not that big of a threat. It relies on the element of surprise to kill something. Killers like that tend to be weak as they can't handle a full confrontation. The Aliens from Signs relied on stealth to take out victims via knocking them unconcious with poison. It made sense for it not to have been able to fight off the brother, who was armed. Jason and Micheal Myers are one of the deadliest characters in Horror, and they got that title from being ruthless, strong, and brutal. See the difference?

Rant over.

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You cannot tell me this man was not Dionysus in disguise

So I like to read. And every once and a while you find someone who you go ‘there’s no way that wasn’t a god fucking with everyone involved.’ 

Enter Micheal Malloy. 

The year is 1933. Mr. Malloy is an alcoholic, homeless, and out of work. Some gangsters at the bar he frequented realized that he was prone to drinking himself into a stupor every night, and so came up with a genius idea. They’d just claim they were related to him, take out insurance policies for him, give him enough liquor so he’d drink himself to death, and then claim the money after the fact. 

So they did! They got three insurance polices out on him. They stood to make around $3,500, or about $70k today, if he died ‘accidentally.’ 

There was just one problem. Mr. Malloy was still alive. So now they had to actually get him to die. A process which turned out to be very hard for no apparent reason. 

First, they tried giving him alcohol, as much as he wanted. Somehow, despite drinking for most of the day over multiple days, he didn’t die. 

Next, they decided to replace his liquor with antifreeze. He didn’t die. He kept drinking with no problem. 

They replaced it with turpentine. He didn’t die. Still kept drinking with no problems. 

They replaced that with horse liniment, aka horse lotion. He didn’t die from that either. Still, he kept drinking. 

Finally, they decided they needed something stronger. So they gave him rat poison. And he didn’t die from that either. 

At this point the people trying to kill him are utterly baffled, because it should not be this hard to kill someone whose blood is mostly alcohol anyway. So now they decided to get creative. 

Someone decided to soak oysters in wood alcohol because they’d heard that was toxic. It didn’t kill him. 

At this point, they decided that subtlety was the wrong way to go, and gave him a sandwich made of spoiled sardines and carpet tacks. The guy not only ate it with no problems, he asked for another one. 

At this point, all involved decided that he was not going to die of ingesting anything, seeing as he just ate two carpet tack sandwiches and drank rat poison and antifreeze with no problems. Thus, they came up with the brilliant plan of waiting until he drank so much he passed out, before taking him out to the middle of nowhere, dumped him in the snow, and then dumped five gallons of water on him for good measure, figuring he would freeze to death. 

The fucker showed up the following day to keep drinking. 

Having failed with that plan, they decided to once again get him too drunk to be conscious, then taking him back out to the middle of nowhere, and running him over with their car at around 45mph... twice. 

Finally, he didn’t show up again. Everyone assumed he was dead, but it turned out he wasn’t. He was just in the hospital with broken bones, and three weeks later he came back to resume drinking again. 

Suffice to say that everyone involved had had it up to here with this guy. 

So they decided to get him blackout drunk again, take him upstairs, and asphyxiate him by wrapping his head in a wet cloth and attaching an exhaust pipe to his face. This, finally, killed him. 

At which point they buried him quickly and rushed off to collect the insurance money of a man who totally didn’t die accidentally. 

There was one other problem. You see, this was prohibition, and a man who did things like drink antifreeze and eat floor tacks became sort of a living legend. He was known as “Mike the Durable” and when it went around that he died suddenly, the police decided to exhume him and see what happened. 

This resulted in the guys who had worked so damn hard to kill this guy all being sent to prison and executed, and they didn’t even get the money they were trying to get. 

It would be insane to think this was real, except it is real, and we have evidence it happened. Is this not a greek play? This sounds like a greek comedy or something. The guys who figured they could kill someone easily for money end up being unable to kill the guy, and then all end up executed in the end because they’re idiots. 

Either this man was Dionysus fucking with people, or he’s blessed by the god, because this is a story that’s so insane I can’t believe it’s true. Like, it’s baffling. 

They should make a movie about this man. I mean if you can make a sanitized version of Barnum and Bailey, then you can make a movie out of this. My mind is blown by this man’s fortitude. 

[salty-donut-collecter]

Why not?

Part Seventeen

Part Sixteen    {Masterlist}    Part Eighteen

Chapter Word Count: 1,862

Trigger Warnings: Probably swearing, panic attacks, (Okay maybe anxiety attack... not quite sure)

Please tell me if I need to tag anything else :)

*Also, I’m planning on having this story as a slow burn, so please be prepared. ;)

Prompts: “Do I look like I give a fuck?”, “I don’t know what I’m feeling, but I’m feeling a lot of  it.”, and “Not to dictate your life, but drop your shitty friends.”

A/N: Happy reading! Also guys this is a pretty heavy chapter with a lot of foreshadowing to something really important that happens later in the story. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. (Although, I won’t spoil anything because I really like plot twists ;))

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You and your parents loved the beach.

In fact, you'd try to go every other weekend when they had the time off. You liked the long island's beaches.

So, as you stand there, watching your parents bury you in the sand, you begin to wonder. Your mind wanders off, and you land on one, simple question.

Why?

And from this, sprung so many hard and almost unexplainable questions.  

Why did everything go to hell? Why did things happen the way they did?

Why did it have to be you?

After a moment of consideration, you stop yourself. These questions are better off left alone, you reminded yourself, people seldom like the answers to those questions, so don't go thinking you're gonna be special.

You look back to the waters, only to find your parents gone. Instead, it's your current family. Tony, Scarllet, Stephen, Steve, Bucky, Micheal, Maverik... They're all there.

The world around you glitches, like it would if you were in a broken simulation. Things return to normal, if only for a second, before glitching again.

You memories shift and glitch around you as you start to feel dizzy. You can't control what's happening-- this dream...

This dream just became a nightmare.

You look around you, you look around at your new place. You're...

home.

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You pinch yourself, wondering if this is real. You can feel it, but it's dulled as if there were a filter between you and yourself-- like you have gloves on.

You're home, but are you really?

You can smell ( favorite baked goods) coming from the kitchen, the type your dad would always make and accidentally burn. You could hear your mother humming her favorite song from in the kitchen-- the way she always did while cleaning.

You had to be at home. This was home. This was your home.

You raced from your place by the door to the kitchen, "Mom! Dad! is that really--" you stop in your tracks. Nobody was there.

"Honey, is that you?" that was your mother's voice. She sounded so close. Close enough to touch but there was no one in sight.

There was no one.

You tried to run outside, you tried to shout call out. You did. You could hear yourself. You could hear your footsteps, feel the vibrations your feet made. You could smell the wood that made the patio.

This feels so real. This is real. This is a memory. This has to be a memory.

No, you mentally scold yourself, memories have people. Memories have pain. You know when you're in a memory. You're in a dream-- a nightmare.

It was true. You'd fallen asleep on the couch while watching Finding Nemo. Scarllet was across the room, curled up into herself on the loveseat. Maverik was there with you too, laying in the cuddle corner about two feet away from you.

From where you were, where you stood in your own nightmare-- your own mind, the world was nonexistent.

They were so close. They just had to tap your shoulder...

And yet, from here, where you crumpled to the floor as you struggled to breathe, they were worlds away.

You could breathe. You could die here, right? Your heart would stress out and give up?

Ha, you'd laugh at yourself if you didn't feel like you were dying.

But you felt like you were.

You'd began to give up. You gave in. You gave in to the pain, you let your senses ache and you let yourself scream. You cried. You suffocated in this madness that drove you deeper into yourself and you didn't try to escape because you knew you couldn't.

Then, as if by magic, you woke up.

Maybe it was magic.

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You struggled to breathe as Stephen brought you into his room. You'd been here before to talk about mystical stuff and freak out sessions. He gave you psychological evaluations once a month per Tony and Bruce's request.

Peter was next to him, looking pretty freaked out. You wondered if you'd accidentally teleported yourself into his room in your sleep again.

"Stephen, what's happening?" Peter asked, but he sounded... far away... it was weird.

Were you dying?

At the thought,  your breathing became more rapid than it already had been. You could feel your heart pounding. Surely, you didn't need this much blood if you were laying down.

At that thought, you looked around you, wondering what the hell was actually happening. You tried to sit up, but you couldn't.

A whimper, struggling, calling out for someone, a scream.

Your vision was blurring, tears were in your eyes sure, but you were also starting to black out. It was like someone was starting to erase the world from your view, starting from the corners of your eyes and working their way in to make it more painful-- like in the movies.

Why was everything like in the movies?

"Y/n." A voice cut through everything. It was faint, you could barely hear it over the faint ringing in your ears. It sounded like there was a wall between you and the speaker. A soundproof wall. Were they screaming? Yelling?

Are you going crazy?

"Y/n, can you hear me." The voice was deep and stern. They were calm and collected, but there was concern there, too. Although, you could barely pay attention to it. You were too happy to hear another person.

Your vision began to clear ever so slightly, and you could see who was talking.

Stephen looked... panicked. That didn't usually happen. What happened?

"Y/n, it's going to be okay. This isn't going to last very long." He told you, looking at you as if you were a kid who didn't understand English very well.

You tried to breathe, but it was just choked sobs. Your heart had slowed down a little, but it still felt like you were dying.

"It's going to be okay, Y/n." Peter chipped in, "Can you name five things you see?" he asked.

You recognized the trick. In fact, you were the one who'd taught him that. He wanted to be able to help Scarllet through a panic attack if she'd ever gotten one and there wasn't anyone else available.

You looked around with wide and frightened eyes, "A uh-- bed.." you tried, your voice was a lot raspier than it had been before. "Stephen... the clook-- I mean cloak." you stammered.

"It's okay, he understands." Peter smiled at your progress, "Keep going." he prodded.

"The.. uh floor... a-nd the wall." You could feel your heart slowing a little as you sniffed through stammering breaths, "An-nd  the-- uh-- desk." You finished, feeling both accomplished and dumb. It was helping, but there wasn't a real reason for you to be panicking in the first place.

"Four things you can feel?"  Peter asked.

"Uh... You... hair..." Your breathing became a little easier again as you listed things off, "leg... cloak... and the... floor?" You tried to move again, but it wasn't happening. Your heart picked up its pace, and Stephen was quick to explain.

"I had to restrain you because you were tearing Peter's room apart. You'll be able to move in a moment. I promise this is temporary." he explained carefully, so he didn't freak you out.

With that, you focused on your breathing for a split second.

"Three things you can hear?" Peter offered.

"You... wind... and... my breathing." You replied, you still seemed far from breathing evenly, but you were still breathing.

"Good. Two things you can smell?" Peter asked.

You took a breath through your nose, happy to smell the cloak, and Peter's cologne in general. You listed the things and were happy to be able to breathe with only a few hiccups.

"And last thing. One thing you can taste." Peter was smiling, looking proud of you, which you thought was odd. Maybe he was actually just proud of himself for remembering?

You licked your lips, grimacing at the familiar metallic taste.

"Blood." you offered weakly, disappointed in yourself.

Stephen's spell wore off, and you recognized the way your heart wasn't dying anymore. But instead of calm, you felt... drained, guilty.. tired.

Wait-- wasn't that just another word for drained?

"Y/n, Tony will understand." Stephen sighed, obviously reading your mind, "This wasn't nearly as bad as it was when we started."

"It's true. You just ripped a couple of things off my wall this time!" Peter smiled and leaned forward, taking your hands in his.

You pulled your hands away, hyper-focusing on how much pain they always cause.

Peter looked hurt, but he had too much sympathy to blame you for it. Of course, you wouldn't want to be touched, you probably felt awful. So, he didn't dwell on it for long.

"Stephen, where's Micheal?" You asked. He lived with Strange, Wong, and Maverik, in Sanctum Sanctorum but you couldn't hear anything besides the crushing silence.

"He's in his room." Stephen answered calmly, "I uh... had to soundproof it after the..." he cleared his throat uncomfortably, "incident with Mercedes." he explained.

Ah, of course. Micheal couldn't stop screaming profanities, so Stephen just threw him over his shoulder and took him.

You would've thought back to it, but you honestly didn't want to. So instead, you slowly got up to make your way to Micheal.

"Thanks for... helping." you offered a smile, "And I apologize for any damage I may have caused."

Stephen just shrugged, and you were tempted to read his mind. He'd understand, after all. (He did it all the time, anyway.) Then again, you didn't like reading people's minds when you didn't have to. It put you on edge.

With a sigh, you round the corner after your third flight of stairs. Micheal's room was on the fourth floor. Of course, it was. He liked giving people a hard time, and he liked running steam off when he could. Four flights of stairs were perfect for that. (It was Stephen's idea to put him up here, you decided with a smug smile. Micheal wouldn't think of something like that on his own. He was pissed when he got here.)

You knocked on the door, and smiled when it didn't open.

Micheal was probably sleeping, so you decided to just go with it. You opened the door, and your smile dropped.

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