#flirting with fate

[declawedwildcat]

Flirting with Fate - Chapter 3

Chapters: 3/7 - Grave Reality Rating: Mature Warnings: ❗ Major Character Death Word Count: 13,615 Tags: Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Chatfic, Matsuoka Rin Swears, Implied/Referenced Stalking, Suggestive Content ( see more on a03 )

Was it too late to take back what he’d said about life being good to him?  “Good” didn’t seem to be on the radar for today. (Although, Rin didn’t recall rain being on the radar, either.)

[colorfulpumpkin]

i just finished flirting with fate by j.c. cervantes and it was such a cute book

it has magic, romance, family love — everything i could ask for

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 5/5 stars

[beananium]

*remembers the best gamefaqs forum question of all time*

[libraryofgage]

SpiderPool Steddie Part One

So, this is definitely gonna have multiple parts lmao

It's been bouncing around my brain for a while like the Addams Family Steddie AU lol

Anyway, lemme know if you'd like to be tagged for future parts ^_^

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Sister Margaret's School for Wayward Girls is, at best, a dive bar. At worst, it's a cesspit in which the scummiest people in the city gather to bask in each other's scumminess. To Steve, however, it's the perfect place to collapse after a long patrol, splayed out like a starfish on the roof as the music playing inside vibrates the building itself.

Steve takes a deep breath, setting his bat down next to him before pushing his mask to the bridge of his nose. He then lies down on the roof, wishing not for the first time that the city's light pollution wasn't so bad. Seeing the stars and hunting for constellations would really help him ignore the cracked ribs screaming inside his chest and threatening to break if he even breathes wrong.

All things considered, though, it could be worse. Steve doesn't have any morning classes, Vecna didn't beat him up nearly as bad as he usually does during their fight earlier, and his accelerated healing means Steve will be able to breathe normally by morning. Robin would tell him he has a very low bar when it comes to judging how shitty his life currently is, but she isn't here, so her opinion doesn't matter. Dustin would tell him he should try not getting his ass whooped in the future. Thankfully, he also isn't here, making his opinion as meaningful as Robin's.

Steve closes his eyes, letting his shoulders relax and trying not to think about anything. It sort of works until his entire body suddenly tenses, every nerve on edge and goosebumps shooting across his arms. He shoots up, ignoring the harsh twinge in his ribs as he turns in a crouch and grabs his bat. Steve clenches his jaw, breathing harshly through his nose to keep from groaning in pain, and feels relieved he didn't completely remove his mask completely.

Over by the door leading to a staircase is a guy with ripped jeans, a worn-out shirt with "HELLFIRE CLUB" across the chest, a jean vest covered in patches and pins, and hair pulled back out of his face with a few wavy strands stubbornly escaping his hair tie. He's breathing a little heavily, his face flushed like he's just climbed a few flights of stairs. Actually, he probably has.

"Woah," the guy says, his voice soft enough that Steve would have missed it if not for the enhanced hearing. The guy clears his throat and holds up both hands, showing off a bottle of Jack Daniels in one and a bag with a grease-stained bottom in the other. "Uh, I come in peace. I didn't realize the rooftop was taken."

Steve has no clue what possesses him, but he forces himself to relax and set the bat down. "No, it's okay. I can head out," he says, staying seated despite his words. He's really hoping the guy will insist he doesn't need to; his ribs are still aching like a bitch.

Thankfully, the guy flashes a grin and slowly lowers his hands. "Nah, you're all good. Not every day I get to eat next to a hero. Want some fries?" he asks, walking over and sitting a good two feet away so there's plenty of room between them.

He tears open the bag to create an impromptu plate and puts it between them, the smell of greasy and undoubtedly delicious fries tempting enough that Steve picks up a smaller one and pops it into his mouth. "Thanks. Where are these from?" Steve asks, glancing over as the guy twists the cap of his bottle and takes a swig.

"A burger joint two streets down and one street over. On the corner."

Steve nods, making a mental note of the directions so he can get a burger before swinging home. He's got just enough in his pocket to afford one. "So, got a name?" Steve asks, figuring he's already eating the guy's fries and they're about to spend some time together on this roof. He should know the guy's name.

The guy's grin returns, and he sets the bottle down between them as well. It's tempting, but Steve doesn't trust his alcohol tolerance to hold up while his body is busy fixing his ribs. "Eddie. Do I get to know your name, too?"

Steve snorts and leans away slightly, putting a bit more distance between Eddie and his entirely too-grabbable mask. "Nice try," he says.

"Worth a shot," Eddie says, shrugging as he picks up a few fries. "So, Spider-Man, what brings you to Sister Margaret's? You enjoy the gay metal scene?"

"What's the difference between gay and regular metal?"

"Our hair is better," Eddie explains, dramatically flipping the few strands of hair escaping his tie.

Steve has to hold back a second snort, taking another fry and chewing on it before saying, "I like resting here after patrol. The whole building shakes with the music."

Eddie lights up, his eyes brightening and his back straightening some. "So, you're a fan of Corroded Coffin," he says, taking another swig of the Jack Daniels. It's only now that Steve realizes it's already a quarter of the way gone, and he wonders if Eddie's liver can handle that much alcohol all at once.

"Is that the name of the band?"

"Yep. They play here almost every night."

"I'm guessing you like them, too, then?"

Eddie hums, amusement dancing across his expression now, giving Steve the distinct feeling that there's some secret he simply isn't in on. "They're the best band I've ever heard. Their music is incredible. They really push the boundaries of the genre. And their lyrics? Amazingly layered with at least three meanings per line. I highly recommend actually coming in for a listen one of these days," Eddie says, leaning a little closer to Steve.

A beat of silence passes in which Steve holds Eddie's gaze. Or, he holds the gaze on his end; he's sure Eddie can't actually tell with the mask covering his eyes. "You're in the band," Steve says.

"Lead guitarist and singer, yes. I also write the songs."

"You're incredibly critical of yourself, really grounded in reality."

Eddie barks out a laugh. "I just happen to know my worth incredibly well."

"You have all the confidence of a mediocre white man on a job hunt."

Eddie gasps, placing a hand on his chest as he looks at Steve. "How dare you call me mediocre. I am revolutionary at worst and the second coming at best."

"You know the second coming involves, like, an apocalypse or something, right?"

"I'm Jewish, why would I bother with the fine details?" Well, Steve will give him that. "By the way," Eddie says, gesturing to Steve's bat as he continues, "do those nails actually see any use? Or are they just there to act as a threat?"

Steve looks down at his bat, considering it for a moment before carefully holding the middle and offering the handle to Eddie. Now that he's giving them a few moments of attention, he's realizing the nails embedded in the end are a little rusty and definitely need cleaning. "I try not to be deadly with it, but Vecna's got these lab-grown demon dogs and bats that always manage to break through my webs," Steve explains.

He watches as Eddie takes the bat, weighing it in his hands before shoving his palm into the nails. Steve jerks, a wordless shout escaping his throat as he launches himself over the fries and in front of Eddie. "Are you okay?!" he asks, grabbing Eddie's hand and shakily inspecting the nails sticking through it. Fuck, those are going to be a bitch to get out, and he'll probably have to swing Eddie to the hospital for a tetanus shot.

Being angry doesn't even register in his brain as Eddie laughs. "Don't worry about it, Spidey," he says, pulling his hand off the nails with a slight wince. He wiggles his fingers, letting Steve have a front-row seat to the injuries closing. "See, good as new."

And he's right. The injuries are good as new. In fact, there isn't even any scarring, and Steve almost rips his mask off to take a closer look but stops himself at the last minute. Instead, he grabs Eddie's hand and yanks it closer, turning it over to check his palm, too. "What the fuck?" he asks, looking up at Eddie, still gripping his hand tight.

"Super healing," Eddie explains. "Like, super duper. If I ever get decapitated, just hold my head to my neck, and I'll be right as rain."

"I'd rather not put that claim to the test," Steve says, frowning slightly as he runs his fingers over Eddie's palms, just to make sure the injuries aren't somehow hidden from sight.

"You know, I kissed the last guy who touched my palm like that," Eddie says, leaning in again with that grin.

Suddenly all Steve can think about is how Eddie's lips do look soft. And it has been a while since Steve actually kissed anyone. And he does think Eddie is funny. And he does find himself wondering if his smile will taste like the Jack Daniels and fries. And...and...

And Steve needs to go before he does anything he shouldn't be doing as Spider-Man.

He jerks back, dropping Eddie's hand like it burns, and ignores the ache in his ribs as he grabs his bat and stands. "I, uh, I need to get going. Thanks for the fries, Eddie," he says, hurrying over to the edge of the roof.

"Woah, just gonna eat and run on me, big boy?" Eddie asks, scrambling to his feet and over to where Steve is climbing onto the edge of the roof. "That's not very hero-like of you. You haven't even left me your name or number. How are you gonna pay me back $2.50 for the fries?"

"I had five," Steve says, turning to look at Eddie as he webs his bat to his back and pulls his mask down over his chin.

"The economy sucks, man."

Okay, he's got Steve there. Again. "Nice try, Eddie."

"Can you blame a guy? Your ass looks great in that spandex."

Steve is suddenly relieved his mask is back down, covering the furious blush spreading across his cheeks. He'd think it was just a joke, but the sincere and somewhat goofy smile tugging at Eddie's lips tells him it's more genuine than anything else. "Thanks," Steve says, giving Eddie a two-finger salute before taking a step back off the roof.

He shoots a web at the edge of the building, using the momentum to swing around the corner. His ribs are killing him with the movement, but he still manages to throw a, "See you later, Eds!" over his shoulder before he's completely out of earshot.

Later, Steve will wonder how Eddie got his super healing, if he's that flirtatious with every guy he meets on the roof of Sister Margaret's, and if he'll be there the next time Steve swings by. But that's for later. For now, he's just enjoying the breeze rushing over him and thinking about Eddie's eyes and his smile and his long fingers.

[1driedpersimmon]

Thought I’d give this piece I did, a few months ago, another go since now I know how to draw these two a lot better 🤭🤭

[yrsonpurpose]

RIVEN AND MUSA | 2x5 Are You a Good Witch or a Bad Witch?

[submareena]

Naoki Urasawa's Pluto - Episode 05 / Act 38 - The Chaos of 9.9 Billion

[lunarharp]

wanted to adapt the google search results a gay woman got in a japanese drama "tsukuritai onna to tabetai onna" which is good btw.

[tswwwit]

While the whump bakes at 420 degrees in your word doc, I just can't help but imagine Bill's reaction if that monster hadn't gotten Dipper in the stomach, but instead, ironically, got him right in the eye. Eye patch Husbands 💕💕💕

Bill thinks this is incredibly adorable. What a chance to accessorize! Matching eyepatches! Covering the other's blind spots! So romantic.

Dipper's a lot less pumped, for obvious reasons.

[has-gilgamesh-doneanythingwrong]

Managed to get screenshots. And this scene is so heavy that I have no clue how to unpack the gravity of such words. Damn, both Enkidu and Gilgamesh got me in the feels here.

[ID: both left and right images composed of Gilgamesh with his head lowered in full armor, as Enkidu's billowing green hair is in the foreground. they are in a desert The line reads 'If my childhood self glimpsed who I am now...he would've ended his own life' . END ID]

[declawedwildcat]

Flirting with Fate - Chapter 2

Chapters: 2/7 - Life in Motion Rating: Mature Warnings: ❗ Major Character Death Word Count: 7,395 Tags: Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Chatfic, Matsuoka Rin Swears, Implied/Referenced Stalking, Suggestive Content ( see more on a03 )

Grim Reaper: You never believe a word I say. What reason would I have to lie to you?

sh4rkb1te: All of them! All of the reasons! Starting with you illegally hacking my shit and stalking me!

[espadagalaxia]

what a loser

[taylorannnx]

Hey Tumblr! I'm crowdfunding a romance game (please help!)

Did you like the plot line about the yellow umbrella in How I Met Your Mother (even if you could give or take pretty much everything in-between those bits)? I'm making a game for that and it's crowdfunding on... wait for it... (I couldn't help myself) February 29th 2024.

(A game about missed connections and defying fate to meet the love of your life? February 29th was the perfect date!)

Not Yet uses dice matching as its core mechanic: you can only meet your partner if you both roll the same number on your Fate Dice. Use your Determination Tag (akin to a character class) and Token (a symbolic object, similar to a certain yellow umbrella) to manipulate the odds. Playable in 1-2 hours, Not Yet allows you and your partner to write your own romantic drama or comedy in the same amount of time as watching a movie (but with infinitely more control over the plot!) 

If this sounds interesting to you at all, please sign up to my Kickstarter pre-launch page: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/taylornavarro/not-yet-a-romantic-ttrpg-duet

[deus-ex-mona]

yurusanta: the ✨gift✨ that keeps on ✨giving✨

[chloefraazers]

It took me four speed runs of HFW to get this dialogue that @kittleskittle got on his first run and I just need to know why GG hid the funniest line in the game under such weird parameters.

But it further cements my love for this stupid desert gremlin and I just… fuck. FUCK.

[coletteblackwell]

Red String of Fate [Alastor x Reader] pt.2

You put a hand on your cheek, the coldness of your fingertips on your still warm face. You thought about your moment with alastor, figuring he was already home by now. You smiled at the memory of being so close to him in an intense way, but that feeling quickly dimmed into sadness. You hated the way you felt for Alastor, it made you feel guilty. Why'd you have to be so immersed into the only friend you had? You felt defeated by your own longing, the feelings having years of memories to back them up. You built a dam around your feelings for Alastor, truly convinced in the thought that if you were to ever say anything about your true emotions, he'd reject you. So, in an effort to keep him in your life, you fortified that dam the best you could. Adelaide had introduced you before as her daughter, you and alastor as her children. The last thing you wanted was to disappoint her, or worse. As painful as it was, you swallowed your love daily, allowing the friendship to stay at it's level. You attempted to shrug off the feeling of guilt, continuing your nightly routine, eager to get into bed. After finishing your nightly clean up, you climbed into bed. The frame creaked noticeably while you got comfortable, pulling the blanket over you more, you reached up from under the blanket and clicked off the nightshade, falling into slumber already excited for the always delicious meal you would make with Adelaide tomorrow. Who could've known Alastor was having the same problem in his own home.