#glowing blue cause of all these motherfuckers

[a-cumberbatch-of-cookies]

Btw I got a Sting tattoo recently.

[catiuskaa]

had to make sure you’d catch it.

SUMMARY: no one expected jeongin to be the first to marry in the group, but furthermore, no one expected minho to be the one to ask you first, and certainly not like that.

REQUESTED! by a pookie anonnie right here. fluff!!! minho!!! yess!!! we love to see it. tysm for this, hope you like it as much as I did! <3

CW: use of sarcasm (because yes?), use of very stupid humour (because it makes everything better), one (1) mention if hyunlix (just for funsies) the one and only beyoncé is mentioned once (yes this is a warning because it’s a silly joke but it’ll make sense i promise) and welp, WEDDINGS MENTIONED 🗣️🗣️🗣️ WTF IS A COMMITMENT 👹👹👹/jkjk

WC: 2.1k

A/N: can someone tell jypapi that now I need more of Lee Know in suit and tie? thanks ^^

[☆◽️💐◽️☆]

Weddings.

Ah, yes.

That motherfucker.

It’s not like you had anything against the people that were marrying each other —God, no! Good for them!—, but rather how seeing husband and wife looking flawless and so in love made you feel.

Lonely.

As fuck.

But it all changed when you went to a wedding with a plus one for the first time. Well, he had been invited to a wedding, and you happened to be around and free.

It had been not too soon before you two started dating, but a small part of your brain knew that if you hadn’t seen Lee Minho in that gorgeous tuxedo that evening, or maybe before, when he blushed as he asked if you were free, then perhaps your choices would’ve been different —which was a blatant lie, because you were and still are head over heels for him, but we’ll keep it for comedian purposes—, because damn did that man look good in a suit.

It was when you entered the venue with him by your side, the flutters of going with your friend and crush to a wedding, of all places… the flowers, the setting, and, oh, the couple.

Everything was beautiful. It almost made you feel like you were the main character, the bride, despite the obvious knowledge that it could only be that gorgeous woman dressed in white, unlike you, in a short and fitted dress in a dark blue hue, matching your companion’s tie.

“I never would’ve thought you liked weddings so much.” Minho whispered in a soft snicker, as teasing as always, eyes fixated in the way you seemed to glow.

But you two were sat next to each other as the officiant spoke, and he was leaning close to you, his lips right by the shell of your ear, and Jesus Christ in motorbike, because he looked outstanding, and oh my god, because his hand was resting on your leg, warming up your body, that was also covered by his suit jacket because poor you had underestimated how cold a church could be, even in the end of summer.

‘Liked’ weddings? You would have cackled loudly if the setting had been more appropriate. If it meant that Minho would treat you like that every single day, you’d fucking marry one.

But instead, you chuckled softly, laying your hand on his, the one that still rested right above your knee, and you leaned too, silently reeling in the smell of his cologne.

“Never thought you’d take me to one.”

And it was not like you were going to know too soon, but to Minho, in that moment, time seemed to freeze as he stared at your features.

You smiled at him, and it had been like always, but to him, it was the most gorgeous smile he had ever had the pleasure to see, let alone cause, and it made his heart feel tight on his chest, a blush that ran to his cheeks and ears, as red-tinted as your lips, so sweet-looking that Minho had to hold back not to kiss you, keeping him from checking if they’d taste just like how they looked.

He didn’t just want to take you to weddings.

And with that thought in mind, months later, after several dates going coffe shop to coffe shop, falling in love with you, with the soft and soothing tone you spoke to his pets and how beautiful you looked like in his house, happily petting Soonie, he knew then and there that his house wasn’t his home anymore.

You were.

And he kissed you tenderly that night, struggling to find a way to express these feelings with words.

So it made both of you feel very giddy when years later, another wedding showed up.

“You’ve gotta be fucking with me.” He had mumbled, reading the mail as he entered back home. “Jagi, I’m home!” He stated loudly, the cats meowing him welcome.

You came from your study room, leaving an email half written to welcome him back for the day. He handed you the mail, but not before pecking your forehead.

“What’s going on?” You smiled softly in slight confussion, to which he grinned at you, head tilted to the first letter in the bunch.

You stared at it, your eyes turning wide, and read the sentence a couple times.

“There’s no way.” You covered your mouth, laughing in disbelief. “Our little Innie is getting married?”

“I think I lost a bet to Hyunjin.” Minho chuckled.

“Have you called him?” You smiled, excited, cheerfully going back to your study to pick your phone.

“I just saw that idiot back in JYP, he didn’t even tell us!”

Two months. Yang Jeongin, little baby bread, was marrying his now fiancé in two fucking months.

Minho couldn’t believe it, nor could you.

And then, as soon as autumn started to arrive, the first leaves turning different tones of red and yellow, falling to the ground.

Then, the wedding date came by.

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You embraced Jeongin’s wife in a tight hug.

“How does it feel?” You mumbled giddily, feeling Minho’s arm go back to your waist as soon as you let go of the beautiful woman dressed in white.

He’d been extra clingy the whole venue, and you had loved and cherished every moment of it. You both knew what that first wedding had meant for the other, all those years ago. It made your tummy fill with butterflies, ones that had been there ever since Minho swooshed your way.

The bride grinned happily, trying hard not to cry so she wouldn’t ruin her makeup.

“It’s like a dream I’m about to wake up from.” She snickered, cheeks covered in a pink hue that couldn’t be hidden with the light foundation she was wearing. “But you’ll get it quite soon, right?” She muttered with a smile, as if in confidence, like sharing a secret you were supposed to know.

“Ah?” But you were clueless.

Before realizing she could’ve fucked up a major canon event, his husband called her from affar, busy dealing with all the guests and the photographer, a tall man with little to no patience and lots of angry italian gestures.

“C’mon, quick.” Minho grinned next to you. “Let’s get to the chocolate fountain before someone eats all the strawberries.”

You two chuckled, sprinting towards the large set of tables and the main table, filled with different types of fruits and cheeses.

“Mmhhm!” You hummed, the warm chocolate melting on your mouth, mixing with the sweetness of the strawberry. “We really need one of these back at home.”

You two giggled and ate a couple more strawberries.

“You have chocolate in your mouth.” Minho mumbled.

You turned to face him, and he snickered, his hand traveling to your face and kissing the corner of your lip, cleaning it.

The chocolate tasted better like that anyways.

You felt your face flush, and you tutted at him playfully.

“You can look, not touch,” you mumbled with a toothy grin. “I spent so much time pissing off the makeup artists back at their place, I can’t have you ruin my lipstick, sir.” You chuckled teasingly.

“I can’t?” Minho raised his eyebrows, and you felt small under his stare, like a little prey. “Really?”

You blushed, pouting. “Minho, not fair.”

He laughed loudly at you, and then back hugged you.

“We should move before they realize we ate half of the strawberries.” He mumbled next to your ear, and cheekily nibbled on it for a second.

You giggled at his antics, and went back to where everyone was settled, joining and taking a couple of pictures with the group.

Your smile widened looking at them, groom and bride, who casually rambled about something you couldn’t hear.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Your boyfriend grinned curiously next to you.

You looked at him, your heart fluttered.

Weddings didn’t feel lonely anymore.

“They look so cute together.” You sighed. “So beautiful.”

Minho sighed too, his arm swiftly going back to your shoulders.

“Very.” He muttered softly. He wasn’t talking about the couple.

Laughter and conversations filled the air as guests, dressed in their finest, mingled beneath the gentle glow of twinkling lights.

“It’s time for the bouquet throw!” A loud voice announced.

You looked at Minho and winked teasingly.

“Hold my purse.” You smirked in between giggles. “This one’s mine.” He blushed at your determination.

It wasn’t that you had forgotten what catching the bouquet meant, rather just casually left that thought at the back of your mind.

Minho almost shivered, barely cathing your bag.

Marrying you?

Something felt heavier on the pocket of his jacket.

You settled in the group of women that stood a couple of feet away from the bride, who was laughing and pointing at someone in the midst of the girls.

“Good luck, ladies!” A low voice made you cackle loudly.

“Good luck, Felix!” You chuckled. “Good one, Hyune!” You sent a thumbs up to Hyunjin, and he laughed, blushing.

With excitement bubbling in the air, the moment arrived slowly, almost painfully so. A hush fell over the gathered guests, their eager eyes fixed on the radiant bride. She held the bouquet, a bundle of beautiful daisies, like a symbol of wishes waiting to be granted. With a grin, she turned around, and a playful spark lit up her eyes.

Full of anticipation, she raised the bouquet high above her head. Time seemed to pause for an instant, and then, with a joyful toss, she…

She… stopped?

You didn’t have time to frown in confusion when she turned around again.

The guests that had been crowded around you moved away, and the bride giddily walked towards you.

She squealed. “This is so cute. Here, girl. It’s yours.”

And she handed you the bouquet.

You blabered confused sounds of vowels, not quite understanding what was happening yet.

Gasps and other surprised reactions filled the venue, and you looked around, wondering what was all the fuss about.

“Sorry to ruin the fun, jagi.” A known voice sounded tenderly behind you, and then he giggled. “I had to make sure you’d catch it.”

With your eyes wide and your features displaying a soft grin of surprise, you turned around to face him.

“I fell in love with you in a wedding.” He started. “Not really, considering I had been pinning for you long before, which Felix never hesitated to say how down bad I was for you and how blind I was for not addmitting it.”

Your eyes swelled with tears, your hands covering your mouth. “M-Minho…”

He sniffed, holding back his own, a blush deep on his face.

“I fell in love with you over and over again, in every date we went to and every time you came by my appartment to say hi to the cats, claiming that you felt like they missed you, when it was most likely me who did.” He stared at his hands, fidgeting with them, his palms feeling sweaty.

He raised his head then, and stared deeply into your eyes. He chuckled, falling in love with you once more.

“I have a feeling that, over the course of our lives together, I will fall in love with you as many times as there are stars in the sky.” Minho smiled tearfully, a lump on his throat. “Over and over again.”

You started laughing as tears fell down your cheeks. He bent down on one knee, and your pulse faltered for a moment.

“Will you marry me?”

Because in your first wedding together, he did’t just want to take you to weddings and see other people getting married.

He wanted to marry you.

“Minho, I-” you sobbed, smiling. “Yes! Please!” You chuckled.

He hugged you tightly, and of course, just to make sure you knew who you were getting married to, he teased you.

“Like the one and only godess, Beyoncé, said once,” he mumbled in your ear, “if you like it and you’re sure, put a ring on it.”

“Minho!” You squirmed in between chuckles. “That’s not how the lyrics go!”

He shrugged. “English is hard,” he giggled. You laughed too, pulling him into a kiss.

You sure loved an idiot. But it was your idiot fiancé, soon to be your idiot husband.

Yours only.

[☆◽️💐◽️☆]

~Kats, who hasn’t been in a wedding since 2018, and i think it kinda shows lol

[deaddovedecadence]

Title: Puppies

Warning(s): manipulation, yandere shit, yelling

Summery: after a fight with bruce, duke brings you a gift (but not is all that is seems to be)

Bruce is a dick when he’s angry, but he never yells and that’s the worst part. He takes, takes everything that you are and makes you feel so small, and sometimes you think that this is what Jason run, because if he had to deal with this when he was young then why wouldn’t he.

You’ve curled up in your bathroom, the room door that locks, and you’ve rested yourself against it, not thinking about how you’re breaking another rules because there are so many rules and you always seem to fuck up even on the days that you're trying to be good. There is not good enough for them, there is nothing you can do to get your freedom because they are all faster, stronger, smarter then you are. They've done a millions times and you've never been held hostage and been told that it's for love.

this is nopt love, this is possession and you do not want possession. Does freedom even exist for you, made something that you didn't used to be by them, because of them.

"Hey," there's a voice from outside the door, pulling you away from the spiral that you've sunken into. You don't respond to the voice even though you know that it's just Duke, Duke the only person not to raise his hands againt you, never cruel, always patient, always kind. It was with him that you meant to go on a outing with but now, you don't want to leave this bathroom, because at least it is safe in the bathroom.

There's a soft rapping sound and Duke sighs, "I heard that Bruce lost his mind, huh? That probably really sucked." He's making an understatement and you both know it but Duke is gentle anyways, (a predator) coaxing you out of your hiding spot. "Tell me what happened and I'll give you a surprise." he says, and Duke's surprises are always good so you start.

"I didn't know that bruce didn't know about our outing," you whisper, "i was waiting on the front step and he saw and he lost it. Duke, am I really nothing without you?" There's a hissed out sigh from Duke, "You know that Bruce gets anxious about us, right? Specially you an Jase cause you're new and Jase is fresh home. He didn't mean to." You know that and yet, it's not enough right now. "I told you what happened," you snap, "so give me my surprise now."

Your (not a) brother laughs, "only if you unlock the door and come out.” You unlock the door, slowly opening it. It’s duke and he’s holding something, well two something’s actually. He’s holding what look like twin Rottie puppies and they’re so cute. “I thought you’d like to have someone besides me and Jase. You take one of them and coo and it. “Whats their name?” You mumble, holding the puppy tight across your chest. “I thought it might be funny to name them Shadow and sunshine. I’d take shadow, she’s a girl, and you could have sunshine, he’s a boy .” You croon and Sunshine with his black fur and bright blue eyes. “They’re perfect. thank you duke.”

Duke smiles, “and because they are puppies, we get to go to training together so more outings.” You grin at him, crooning at the say that sunshine yawns. “Can he sleep here?” You murmur, and Duke nods.

“Thank you Duke,”

“Welcome Sunshine.”

-

Bruce is getting some work done with his son storms into his office, eyes glowing in way that they only do when he’s angry. “What’s wrong?” he says, and Duke hisses, that sound more animal then anything a normal human could make.

“You really had to fuck up all my progress with them? I got sunshine to the point of not wanting to escape and you nearly ruined all that because you’re scared.” Bruce stands, staring at duke. “I did not know,” he snaps, “I did not know and I didn’t mean to.”

His son laughs, the sound cold. “I know that but that doesn’t mean you ruin all my fuckin progress with Sushine cause you a paranoid motherfucker.” Some of Duke’s gotham is slipping into his accent as he speaks, never yelling but obvious furious. There’s a knock on the door, and Dick slips in, looking at the two of them before sighing, “just go spar it out and you’ll feel better.” Duke slips out of the room, tiling his head in a way that means follow so bruce follows.

Author’s note: Duke is such a scary yandere to me bc this man really be bending you in ways that you can’t even notice. Yes the dog was a plot to get you to stay with them and not run. Duke genuinely does not care what he has to do to protect his family and I think that he’s so real for that /j

[lazyalani]

Dive

| Chapter 1

| Series Masterlist

| Nagi Seishiro × Mikage Reo × [F!Reader] × Chigiri Hyoma

| In which Oxy's Ethereal Squad finally meets Horizon's, their new ally's, Blue Lock Squad, but why are their rings glowing? Oh.

| soulmate au, alien invasion au, cursings, killings, dissection, murder, gore, polyamory

| slow updates cuz writer's block is in my blood and this story is not thoroughly planned at all

Next [In Progress]

The car is shaking as it runs through the rocky, dirty road. Your eyes stare out the window, unbothered. These kinds of roads are already normalized since 2 years ago.

Two years ago, those motherfucking creatures from another planet, or maybe even world, invaded earth.

They started in Egypt, the people claiming to see some kind of black hole, a portal suddenly appear in the middle of the dessert, then strange, ugly, scary creatured came out and wrecked havoc. It started with one, then came another, then another and another, until they spread out to neighboring countries, and reached your homeland.

The whole world was in chaos. People started running from country to country, until there was nothing to run to, except Japan.

The advanced Japan, unlike other countried, managed to hold off the creatures until they developed equipments that could slowly, but surely damage them, until they developed tools that could kill them. But when time came that they could put those tools fully at use, the whole world was almost gone. The people left weren't enough to fill a whole country.

The remaining survivors created their own organizations and homes to survive. They used those organizations to steal documents from labs, information on those creatures, information on those tools, information to survive.

People learned to normalize things that wouldn't even be considered before, things were even meant to be illegal. Killings, murder, dissection, torture, it doesn't matter if it's one of the creatures or human. As long as it's in the way of an organization's goal, an enemy, a rebel, an execution will be conducted.

Two years ago, you would've been trembling from fear and disgust if someone told you you'd have to kill and torture, but who knew two years later you'd be too filled with anger to even care.

If the world was dark before, the world is in the darkest now.

The world is in the most advanced state right now, but at the same time, it's like back to square one. Empty and abandoned buildings and houses everywhere, bloody streets, everywhere is dirty. You would never survive if you're not in any organization. No food to steal from except the organzations itself, with the most advanced securities and all, how would one get in without being a member.

"You're spacing out again." A voice ripped you out of your thoughts.

You blinked and slowly turned to your friend. "Alexei..." She looked concerned, seemingly have just woken up.

Alexei sighed and removed her neck pillow from her neck. "We told you not to think too much, rememeber?"

"Yeah, 'cause it makes you turn emo." Another friend laughed.

You rolled your eyes and threw Alexei's pillow at her. "You turn emo whenever you read angst, Hana."

The redhead stuck out her tongue but was hit by another pillow coming from another redhead.

"You guys are so loud, I can hear you inside my earbuds." She took out one of your earbuds and rubbed her eyes.

Her twin sister smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, go back to sleep, Kana."

"Actually, don't. We're here." Jin, your squad's manager and the driver, smiled through the mirror and shaked his head at you guys.

The car neared a huge double gate, common for every organization's headquarters, and talked with the guard before driving inside.

"Where's my other shoe?!"

"Hana, stop stepping on my bag!"

"Alexei, have you seen my brush?"

"My phone's missing..." You're near crying because phone is everything.

Jin sighed frustratedly. "Girls, please, come on, we've been parked for 5 minutes and we haven't even stepped outside!"

You turned to him for help. "Jin... My phone..."

He groaned and huffed angrily. "Erind, raise all shoes, all bags, all brushes, and all phone!"

"Roger." A male robotic voice answered.

And so the command was done.

"Hey, my shoes!" You complained as it was raised along with the others.

"Oh, my shoe!"

"You flattened my bag, Hana!"

"Why does my brush have a bald spot now?!"

You looked around and saw your phone at the back, floating infront of Kana, and grabbed it. "How the hell did you even end up there..."

"Can we go now?" Jin looked so done.

"Hehe, sorry."

The huge building was shaped like a pentagon, colored in blue, black, and outlined with white lights that glowed in the night. A large sign that said 'Horizon' was displayed on the front and middle of the building.

You could see a silhouette of a woman and two men standing infront of the glass doors as you neared.

She gave a formal smile and bowed along with the uniformed guards beside her. "Goodevening, Ethereal. I am Terieri Anri, Horizon's President Jinpachi's secretary, I am instructed to guide you." She held out a hand.

Jin held a professional smile and shook Anri's hand. "Goodevening, Anri-san, thank you for having us. I'm Kinoshita Jin, Ethereal's Manager."

"Please follow me, we will be heading to the meeting room. Everyone is waiting, as well as your President." She led all of you to the hallways.

Right, you came here to establish alliances. And since Ethereal, your squad, is Oxy's, your organization's top squad, you're obliged to join the meeting to also establish cooperation with Horizon's top squad, Blue Lock.

Aside from how things are organized and the colors, everything is pretty much almost the same as Oxy and every other organizations, because that's how organizations are.

Every organizations' inventors and researchers often coordinate and cooperate with each other to create advanced technologies to help in achieving the same goal. From everyday use like more advanced phones, tvs, ipads, computers, holograms, robots, to weapons. Guns, swords, rapiers, katanas, shotguns, rifles, and all, everything is enhanced, fit to kill both humans and aliens.

This current world is beautifully more advanced, but dreadfully darker.

All of you stopped infront of a double door, the room's windows are glass but tinted, sounproof even, you guessed. Nothing can be seen or heard from the inside and outside.

Anri pressed a button inside the door, kind of like a doorbell, but no ding, only a robotic sound to inform everyone inside.

Only a second has passed and the lock of the doors audibly unlocked, Anri opening the doors and bowing slightly, gesturing for all of you to go inside.

"We are here, please enter."

The room wasn't bright, the lights were all off to better see the hologram being presented at the middle. The meeting room was definitely large, the chairs and table were circled, so many people.

The people present were three organizations Presidents, their top squads, important staffs, and guards.

Horizon, Oxy, and Create.

The three most powerful organizations. While Create leaned more on researching and inventing, their materials and inventories are to be feared.

The room's center of attention became your squad and Blue Lock.

You wondered for a second and immediately turned your head towards Alexei who gasped, looking at her ring finger, or more specifically, the glowing soulmark ring on her ring finger.

Your eyes widened in realization as you looked towards your other members who were also checking their marks, Alexei and Hana had their marks glowing, and noticed a glow on yours too.

Remembering how others looked at Blue Lock to, your gaze shifted to them. Some of their members also had glows.

Your face paled. Of all times, now?

You were sweating in nervousness as the whole room stayed silent, the glows illuminating the dark room along with the hologram.

Along with the arriving of the creatures came the soulmate marks.

Everyone suddenly had a tattoo kind of ring on their left hand's ring finger. When your soulmate is near, the mark will glow and the glow will slowly connect with the glow of your soulmate's mark, connecting you both.

However, it wasn't really common that one has two or more soulmates.

You feel your heart beat fast when you saw two guys' glow from Blue Lock connect with each other before forming one glow and connecting with Alexei, the same slowly happening to Hana.

Your heart beats faster as you held your breath, seeing three guys' glow from Blue Lock connecting with each other before connecting with yours.

As the glows connect with other, your eyes connected with the first guy you saw, he was already looking at you. You felt something lock inside you as you stared at the white haired man with grey, droopy, but sharp and attentive eyes. The lock felt relieving, as if it was something you've been waiting for.

And as much as you wanted to stay focused on your duties, it was. It was something you've been waiting for.

But really, not in a situation like this.

You looked at the two other guys connected with yours, one purple and one red, before looking away in embarassment.

Everyone was fucking looking at you guys, this is so awkward and it makes you want to be dramatic and run away.

Create's President suddenly let out a chuckle, breaking the silence in the room. "Oh, your top squads are special, alright."

What a dramatic, unexpected twist of events.

[frozenmoonshine]

Ok, so, I just randomly decided to make a list of Top 10 hottest (male) TR charcters... No idea why, it just popped in my head, lmao.

I wrote this 97% for the lolz, so don't take it too seriously.

So, here it is:

Top 10 Hottest Guys of Tokyo Revengers

10. MITSUYA - It's common knowledge that he's the Husband Material ™️ of the series! He was introduced as this responsible, mature, reliable guy with a somewhat eccentric hobby, and you may be into the cool, calm, collected, talented, kind ones, who're good with kids and house chores, but you can't convince me that your ovaries didn't do a happy little backflip with his glow-up in the last arc! You just know he's a little devil behind that whole boy-next-door act. 😏

9. SHIN - Ok, throughout the most part of the story, he was just Mikey's dead brother, who Mikey himself led us to believe was weak, generally lame, and a hopeless loser with women. Then we got the flashback chapters in the last arc, and what did we see? Capable, hardworking, caring, loving, selfless, persistant man, strong both in a fight and in holding his ground. Hell, he cared for vegetative Mikey for four years, pretty much all alone, sacrificing his own dreams and life in the process. Also, black turtlenecks and bomber jackets. That's all I'm gonna say.

8. HANMA - Who doesn't love a bit of occasional insanity?! The ultimate troll, both in the verse and in the fandom, tricked us all good! That's just how bored he was. Annoying, completely random and unpredictable, grinning madman who's only there to watch the world burn, by setting it ablaze with his own hotness! I mean, tall, tattoed, well dressed, cocky, handsome bastard, with sleepy eyes, anyone?! I hate the fact that he's giving an inexplicably strong 'boyfriend vibe'! But, I just wanna call him 'Shuuji'... 🤭

7. HAKKAI - This cutie is criminally underrated and slept on! I know Wakui did him dirty by not giving him a more complex personality than just a Mitsuya simp, but look at him! Tall, handsome, strong, blue eyes, lip scar, piercing. No wonder he ended up with a modeling career! And on top of the stunning looks, he's just a pure, shy baby! 🥺 Makes you wanna tease and corrupt the hell out of him! 🤭 Besides, his implied clinginess and loyalty suggest he's a keeper, and if that isn't hot, I don't know what is!

6. MIKEY - The definition and the school example of that old proverb - the strongest poisons are kept in the tiniest flasks. Yes, having incredible fighting prowess is hot, being a capable leader is hot, having endless authority is hot, being "emo" is hot, being painfully cute is hot... We don't care that he's pocket sized (and mentally unstable), with his endless charisma, our favorite gang leader very well deserved his place on this list!

5. WAKA - Simply, he's sexy and he knows it. And we know it. You know it. Your grandma knows it. Everyone knows it. Teen or adult, law abiding citizen or a crime lord, the White Leopard could make anyone anywhere fall for him at the snap of his fingers! ...if he only cared enough to do so, tho.

4. KOKO - Intelligent, smart, sassy, sarcastic, and plain insolent = perfection. This cheeky, well-read, super stylish, handsome motherfucker had us fawning over his strong, passion-driven personality, hidden under the cool façade. What's not to love about a blindly devoted guy?! It doesn't matter if it's the devotion to a cause or a person he deems important (#lucky Inui siblings). But fair be fair, that habit of sticking his tongue out should be X rated...

3. BAJI - If his fiery, man-among-the-men personality, undying loyalty, and endless kindness aren't enough to make you burn like a car, just take a look at that perfectly chiseled face, cocky smirk, and glorious raven locks! Still not convinced? Well, you're either blind, dead, or not into guys at all! We should actually be grateful that his adult version was only ever shown at the very last chapter, cause anything more than that would have been beyond too hot to handle!

2. KAZUTORA - There's just something indescribably magnetic about the whole "redeemed sinner" trope, and that alone would have been enough to get him a spot on this list! But since he also happens to have the handsomest face in the show, a beauty mark under the eye, the cutest smile, a piercing, a tattoo, and a fair amount of badassery and strength, it all sums up to the total of our dear banana tiger being the runner-up!

1. HARUCHIYO - Does this one really need any explanation? Pathological loyalty is beyond hot, wearing a mask is hot, scars are super hot (as already established), suits are hot, piercings are hot, long lashes are hot, pale blond/albino is hot, green eyes are hot, skillfully wielding a sword is hot, smarts are hot, being a little bit deranged is hot... the list could really go on for days, there's literally nothing about him that doesn't make him hot. "...Being a homicidal maniac and a drug addict?" No, he's excused for all red flags on the account of pretty privilege!

[moe-broey]

Jacket!!!! Ye olde varsity I got at the very beginning of my transition thinking "Oh fuck yes I am going to pass so hard in this" and. Well. It never worked I just have never passed a day in my life I don't think 😔 Eventually it just became a beloved test subject and has since gone through a bit of a transition itself LMFAOO

Some Notes:

> A lot of the decorations are taken from old backpacks I loved dearly that got absolutely fucking destroyed by the weight of all the shit I'd lug around in highschool LMFAO (sketchbook, diary, all kinds of notebooks...). Never had the heart to get rid of them. Specifically: The pink zippers, the holographic pockets, the glow in the dark stars, and the holo angel wings!

> The pink/blue checkers are from a small decorative quilt I thrifted years ago, I wouldn't be surprised if it was handmade (it's super soft material, btw! Important LMAO). I only took out one line of squares, I plan on stitching the rest of it back together (haven't done it yet though LMFAO). The reason for this was to upsize the jacket, so I can button it without it clinging. The pockets were added for funsies ESP cause it lined up very well and aren't really practical LMFAO (BUT YOU CAN PUT THINGS IN THEM! If you want!! 🎉🎉🎉)

> The patches (esp the name/pronouns one) were the first additions actually. Eventually more and more things were added, but I will say all the pins on the opposite side of the patches were haphazardly placed for a concert I VERY BADLY wanted to look good for LMFAOO (that's when the stars were added too! Fighting for my life on the car ride over speedrunning sewing and trying not to throw up about it AHAKHSKSHDK)

> Spike placement may be odd and I'd like to add more, but also I do frequently still carry around big heavy backpacks so I have to take that into consideration. Which is also why the wings have been bolted on. Those motherfuckers are NOT going anywhere LMFAO (has a really cool visual effect too!!)

> The material of the jacket itself (sort of a swishy windbreaker fabric) IS ABSOLUTE ASS TO WORK WITH. BY THE FUCKING WAY. IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING. I would NOT recommend it to anybody ESPECIALLY someone who is just starting to fuck around and find out. I literally am just sticking it out bc of the sentimental value this fucker has to me 😭😭😭

This jacket was my first plunge into customization and punk fashion, I didn't have a plan and still don't have one (and I think it kind of shows lmfao). I do worry that it's too soft and cutesy. Kind of the whole point for me, when it came to leaning heavy into punk, was to feel sharper, like I had some bite to me. I might be getting closer, but I think I'm still just kind of a silly guy LMAO. But, I do think in a way, esp as my first project, it represents me well -- where I started, what I loved before the beginning, what I tried desperately to be, what I still wish for, reuniting with the things I loved and embracing them in a brand new context. It's still an ongoing project too! So maybe as I keep growing, it'll grow alongside me, maybe finding that grit I've been striving for along the way.

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

3. "Cool pig-head. I liked it. I got one too, this one." (Point to your head.) It's shit."

KIM KITSURAGI - "What?"

CUNO - "Uh..." he looks confused. "What is this shit... Fuckin' on yourself? This is weird-level shit, Cuno doesn't go there."

+5 XP

CUNOESSE - "Fuck your shit back to normal. What is this?"

2. "I found a plate covered with powder residue -- know anything about it?"

CUNO - "That's where Cuno gets his daily hit of electric, Cuno's *shazam*. Cuno rides the fucking lightning in there, pig."

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Trivial: Success] - Bet you'd like to ride the lightning too, wouldn't you? You feel tired and old, but you could have that sparkle in your eyes...

3. "What's with the tube of Magnesolam, Cuno?"

CUNO - "It's a vitamin, pig. Don't you know anything?" He looks at you like you just pointed at the sun and asked what it was.

ENDURANCE [Medium: Failure] - You could use some.

"It's magnesium, right?"

"Okay, whatever."

CUNO - "Yeah, it's the *Mag*! You fucking *need* that shit to stay on top of your game. Cuno goes through like a tube a day, rips Mag like a motherfucker. And you could use a *barrel*."

CUNOESSE - "Don't teach him, Cuno! He's gonna use it against you, Cuno!"

"I know all about magnesium. I rock it all the time."

"C'mon, its just magnesium, don't mystify it."

CUNO - "You're not getting this, pig! It *completely* takes away the hangover. It's like you didn't do *anything*! Like you stayed at home playing with your choo-choo." He looks at you, eyes bulging.

CUNOESSE - "Fuck you, pig! Don't do Mag! You're gonna OD and you're gonna fucking die!"

4. "Is that my coat up there? I'm pretty sure it's mine." (Point to your coat waving in the wind.)

CUNO - "Is it?" Cuno squints at it. "You got pretty fucked. Cuno's surprised you've still got your head after all that."

"After all what?"

"Thanks, kid."

CUNO - "Don't sweat it, drunk-pig. Cuno will keep your nasty secrets. Cuno's not snitchin'."

+5XP

SAVOIR FAIRE [Trivial: Success] - He's saying you climbed up there. He probably saw you do it.

5. "Could I get into the harbour from the roof?"

CUNO - "'Course you fucking can. How do you think Cuno made all the docky boys his gimps? Just gotta fly, pig."

"I tried that. It didn't go so well."

CUNO - "Cuno knows. Cuno and C saw you shit yourself. It's okay, pig. Not everyone can face the fear -- Cuno style."

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT [Easy: Success] - That's all there is to it, then! Don't be a pansy, just *jump*!

6. "I've heard enough of this."

CUNO - "Good call pigmeister. Don't come and talk to Cuno about his kingdom."

That will give us another shot at the cloak -- but let's explore elsewhere first.

We pass by the doorbell again. As you can see, our Volition is much worse due to how much Morale damage we've taken.

VOLITION [Challenging: Failure] - No, hold on. The last thing you need in your life is more hysteric emotions. Forget it. Find something else to do.

Some great tectonic force has cracked the pavement, like an eggshell.

The damage looks as if it could have been caused by an earthquake.

Maybe a sea monster did this to the plaza?

COUPRIS KINEEMA - Before you stands a motor carriage. The bodywork is covered in blue and white livery bearing the number 57.

LOGIC [Easy: Success] - This must be the infernal machine that tore you from oblivion.

Open the door.

[Leave.]

COUPRIS KINEEMA - Inside, you see a set of steering levers, a radio microphoone, a pull out toolbox, and the soft glow of the fuel pre-heater gauge.

Pick up the radio.

Pull out the pull-out toolbox.

Run your finger over one of the steering levers.

Tap on the fuel pre-heater gauge.

"Kim, what are we looking at? What is this machine?"

Close the door [Leave.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "This is the Coupris Kineema, my motor carriage. You can use the toolbox and the radio if you'd like." He nods at the cabin.

INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] - Motor carriage, motor carriage... Something bad with a motor carriage... A dark lump rises in your throat.

What is this sinking feeling I have with the words *motor carriage*?

"Can we turn it on and drive somewhere?"

"This must what be what woke me up when you arrived in Martinaise. The infernal noise."

"Do all policemen in the RCM have such *cool* motor carriages?"

Look around the cabin again.

INLAND EMPIRE - Nothing. Nothing. It's probably nothing, forget I brought it up. Please proceed with the carefree lollygagging.

2. "Can we turn it on and drive somewhere?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "No, I'm afraid not." He straightens his spine. "We have a murder case on our hands, remember?"

3. "This must what be what woke me up when you arrived in Martinaise. The infernal noise."

+5 XP

KIM KITSURAGI - "Yes, sorry about that... the Coupris Kineema does have a rather... distinctive engine sound."

EMPATHY [Trivial: Success] - He says it with very badly concealed pride.

4. "Do all policemen in the RCM have such *cool* motor carriages?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "The Coupris MotorCorp does provide most of our control vehicles, yes."

5. Look around the cabin again.

4. Tap on the fuel pre-heater gauge.

COUPRIS KINEEMA - As you tap on the gauge, the indicator pin jerks as if startled. It's in the large orange sector, indicating the engine is warm. Next to the gauge is a red switch labelled HEAT.

KIM KITSURAGI - "There's no use pressing the heat button," he says and jingles his keys. "It won't start without the ignition key."

RHETORIC [Easy: Success] - Translation: We're not going anywhere right now.

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - Alternative translation: Don't even *think* you can drive my MC.

3. Run your finger over one of the steering levers.

COUPRIS KINEEMA - The white suede feels luxurious under the touch and the metal clutch handle so very familiar in your palm...

2. Pull out the pull-out toolbox.

COUPRIS KINEEMA - A metallic drawer slides out from under the seat and clicks into place. The tools inside are neatly organized.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Take what you need, officer. It's going to be a long case. I'm not *protective* of my tools. Like some men are..."

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - He's clearly a *little* protective of his tools, but what can you do? Work is work.

Take the red-tipped prybar.

COUPRIS KINEEMA - The prybar feels nice and cold in your hand. Heavier than you'd think.

INTERFACING [Easy: Success] - Useful for opening all sorts of doors and lids...

2. Take the rubber-handled chaincutters.

COUPRIS KINEEMA - The handles are long and sleek. *Snap-snap* go the cutters in your hand.

Nothing in particular we need these for, but we may as well hold onto them.

3. Take the hand-cranked flashlight.

COUPRIS KINEEMA - It's robust, weatherproof and well-made. Police issue -- blue.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Trivial: Success] - Lets you see things in the dark you would otherwise miss.

4. Push in the pull-out toolbox.

COUPRIS KINEEMA - The pull-out toolbox slides back into its nest. Pre-heater gauge casts a warm glow on the steering levers and the radio on its hook.

Pick up the radio.

COUPRIS KINEEMA - The frequency tableau lights up and a green button labelled PRIMELINE glows like a feline eye... and then you hear something.

The soft purr of electrical kittens -- radio waves cast far and wide over the metropolis. A woman's voice greets you through the static:

ALICE - "This is Precinct 57! Hello, lieutenant, how may I assist you?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "Hello, Alice, please assist our colleague from the 41st Precinct here. I'm putting him on."

[clout-babe]

Head High [nsfw]

cc!sapnap x fem!reader

nsfw - minors dni

warnings: smoking (weed), oral sex, praise kink, thigh riding, a lil bit of hair pullling, mention of spitting, degrading if you squint

prompt/summary: reader gets high and finds their way into sapnaps bedroom

smoking + nsfw under the cut

"How on earth would I choose between the two of you?" I hazily looked back and forth between two of my friends with half-lidded eyes.

The boy with dirty blonde stray hairs decorating his forehead looked up from his hands, "I don't know. Come on, you gotta like one of us better?" While it seemed to be a statement, his tone suggested he was unsure.

I blinked twice, my eyelids felt like they could stick together and stay shut forever.

"Aw don't make her choose, they look confused enough as it is. As is? As it is." In a hushed voice, the girl across from me spoke. I tried to examine her face, but the lighting made it difficult. The room seemed to shine a vibrant baby blue, reflecting on every surface possible. My eyes bounced around the room, moving at what felt like light-speed.

I didn't stop glancing around until I felt a pressure on the surface in front of me. The boy sat right next to the girl. Names are helpful though. What's his name? What's her name?

"What's your name?" At this point I couldn't stop my thoughts from barreling off my tongue. I love this. Or do I hate it? Oooh guilt. Nevermind, it's gone!

"What?" The girl cracked a smile, still speaking barely above a whisper.

"Your name," I felt a giggle in my throat. "I forgot it." The laughter that followed from all three of us was choked and silenced. It wasn't funny. That made me laugh harder.

Between the girl and I rested a grey, worn pillow. I curled forward with my legs crossed, pushing my head into it. Tears pricked at the corner of my eyes, silenced laughs still flowing from my stomach. I felt a tap at the back of my head and reached my hand up, which felt like liquid almost. Not really though.

The tips of my fingers were met with a warm metal, and I was finally able to settle myself a bit. I picked my head back up, grasping the now known item.

My fingers were delicately wrapped around the cart. I spun it around, looking for the button on the pen. I brought it up to my lips as if it were nothing new, which it wasn’t really. Pressing down on the button, I began to suck against the cartridge portion, watching a ring of blue glow around my fingers. My head felt empty and heavy at the same time. The dry smoke hit the back of my throat, causing me to squint my eyes as a natural reaction. I continued to inhale until I no longer felt it necessary. Hold for three seconds.

1

2

3

Exhale.

The air blowing out of me sounded loud compared to everything else. In the background I could distinctly hear some cartoon character rambling on, bringing me a sense of faltered nostalgia. Now focusing on the cartoon, I turned my head, looking to where I believed the sound was coming from.

This attention not lasting long, I turned back around to see the girl looking at me with raised eyebrows. “Are you good, bro?”

A loopy grin spread across my face and I felt every muscle tense in my cheeks. My eyes almost suddenly widened more, no longer feeling sleepy. “I think I’m good.” That’s what I tried to say at least, not so sure it came out 100% clear. “What did I just hit?”

“You hit the hybrid. My pen.” The boy murmured. Clay! That’s his name.

My brain felt like it was buzzing. Such a quick change. “Which one is that?”

“That’s the wakey wakey one,” Alyssa whispered with wide eyes. Alyssa!

I hummed in response. I sat there, staring forward, looking around desperately trying to find something to focus on. My head bobbed up and down as my arms started to slightly tingle.

I’m not high, I’m not high. Yes I am. No. Yes. Only a high person has these back and forths while barely remembering their previous thoughts dumbass.

I smiled at my head voice.

“If I had to choose one of you, in the s-scenario that you weren’t-t friends anymore or… like… someth- something.” My brain was fried. I had enough trouble gathering words while sober, being intoxicated didn’t exactly help. “I wouldn’t choose. I’d hate both of you li- like eternally or something. Eternally? Is that the right word?”

Alyssa seemed to be in a similar state to me now, hitting Clay’s pen. “Sound’s right.” Her voice sounded rough with an exhale. I watched the scattered clouds escape her lips.

I watched her lips. She had pretty pink lips. Soft and plush. Reminded me of Nick’s.

Nick.

“When’s Nick gonna be home?” He was the only thing on my mind now. My mind was in a state that made it easy for it to wander. I didn’t hate it though.

Clay shook his head from side to side. “Should be any moment now.”

As if on cue, I heard the automated alarm voice, stating the front door had open. A goofy smile took over, and I practically rolled off the bed. Using the common sense I had, I made my way out the room. Shuffling through the hallway and into the kitchen where I saw brunette tufts of hair sticking out from under a black hat.

“Hi handsome,” I cooed, walking up behind him. He turned around, obviously not expecting to be met face to face with me.

It was pretty clear I was into Sapnap. It was pretty clear he was into me. We had this sort of thing going for a couple months now, but neither of us really spoke on it. We had made it apparent that we wanted each other, but both of us remained in the comfort of not trying to ruin the friendship.

“Hi?” he smiled. After examining my stance and face a bit, he nodded. Realization set in after seeing the dilation in my pupils. “You guys started smoking? Without me?” he brought his palm to his chest, acting fake offended.

“Oh totally. Clay’s blazed and Alyssa isn’t much better.” I smiled. I felt hazy and I swear I had heart eyes just looking up at the man in front of me.

He tsked as he shook his head. “I’m gonna go in there for a bit. You comin’ with?” He didn’t move from where he stood, didn’t break eye contact. I shook my head.

“I’ll lay on the couch for now. Jus’ wanted to see my favorite boy.” I offered up a sweet smile. I swear his face turned slightly pink. Something about being high made me so much more… affectionate. While all I wanted to do was hug him, kiss him, and just be around him, I didn’t wanna annoy him. Though my high was getting stronger by the minute.

He nodded in acceptance, letting me walk to the couch before going to Clay’s room.

Laying on the sofa, I felt like I was sinking. my body felt heavy and all I could think about was Nick. And the more I thought about him, the more I wanted him, in more ways than one.

After what felt like forever, but seconds at the same time, Sapnap appeared in front of me on the edge of the couch.

I looked at him without moving my head. The high was super strong there and I felt almost paralyzed, body continuing to ‘sink’ into the couch.

“Wanna go hangout? Just me n’ you? Maybe listen to some music or something..” Sapnap offered up, and I happily agreed.

.

Music was long forgotten. A lot of things were long forgotten. I pressed my lips against Nick’s with what will I had. The way our lips moved together was sloppy. It was desperate, yet calm. My head buzzed and I felt my body jitter with excitement. I felt so…gone.

I swung my leg lazily around Nick’s lower half, positioning myself on one of his thighs. His tongue slid into my mouth, and with inhibitions lowered I let out a slight whine. I felt him smile against my mouth. Cocky motherfucker.

I began to roll my hips against his leg, now feeling more needy than ever. I wanted to be impossibly close to him. I needed to be impossibly close to him.

He separated our lips, taking a breath and looking down to where I was grinding against him. His hands slid down to my waist and began to guide me against him. I tucked my face into the crook of his neck, quietly panting between planting small kisses there.

“Feel good, baby?” He muttered out, voice rough.

I nodded against him as he pushed his leg up against my crotch, earning a moan as a proper response. Everything felt so much better, and I couldn’t tell if it was because of the drugs, or because it was him. Maybe it was both.

I began to try and move faster against him, chasing my orgasm. He moved his leg up and down against me, making it feel so much more intense.

The room was filled with heavy breaths and the little noises pulled from my throat. He hummed, obviously pleased by the effect he was having on me.

It only took a little more before I started to feel close. “Oh fuck sap, please-“

“Please what baby? Use your words,” He sounded so smug.

“Please, I-I need to cum,” my words stumbled out my mouth. He tightened his grip on my waist.

“Good girl.”

I rocked against him quicker, reaching my climax.

Moans spilled from me, causing him to grin. I rode out my high, locking my hands onto his shoulders as I slowed my hips, catching my breath. My whole body tingled.

“So good.” I finally managed to mumble out. The multiple hits I’d taken managed to finally begin to take effect. I was slightly more aware only due to my contact with another person.

“Yeah?” he quipped. I looked at his eyes before dropping my head to his shoulder. I hummed back. I felt his chest rumble as he laughed.

I finally pulled back, moving way too fast. Nick’s eyebrows raised in amusement, watching me attempt to move.

Succeeding, I had pushed myself off the bed, standing on the side of it. Nick’s face morphed from amused to curious, watching as I motioned him to come closer. He obeyed, slowly shifting himself to the edge of the bed.

“What are you doing?” He chuckled, obviously in a playful mood.

“Do you want me to return the favor?” I said as clearly as I thought I could. Though it was a little rushed, he obviously heard me.

His lips slightly parted. I slowly sunk to the ground, using his knees to guide myself. Face to face with his bulge.

Chef’s kiss.

His eyes tracked me. “I-“ he was clearly caught off guard. It took a moment and I watched his face twist as his brain caught up. “Hell yeah,” he whispered.

I moved my hair, tucking it behind my ears. I brought my hand up to his lap. “You sure you’re okay with this?” I knew we were both so far gone, and I just wanted to double check on his clarification.

“Right now,” his eyes were wide and he let out a breath, “I give you permission to do whatever you want.” His voice was low. He even sounded sober for a moment.

But the gaze in his eyes as he watched me begin to palm over his shorts gave him away. A shaky exhale escaped his throat.

“Nervous?” A smirk followed my remark. The intoxication made me feel more playful.

“Aw shut up,” he bit back.

“Yes sir.” I mumbled. After a couple seconds, I decided I was down beating around the bush. I glided my hands up, sinking my fingers into his waistband. He leaned back into his arms , lifting his hips to assist me.

Once his shorts were out the way, his cock sprung up. Even in the darkened room, I could still see the details clearly. It was flushed red at the tip from the lack of attention, and he was thick. My mouth would have been watering if I wasn’t experiencing cottonmouth.

Not letting myself stare too long, I looked up at him first. His cheeks were slightly pink. How cute.

“Is your mouth dry?” I mumbled.

He shook his head and I put my palm up near his face. Trying to keep my hand steady was a chore.

“Spit.”

He hesitated a bit before gathering some saliva in his mouth and pushing it out with his tongue onto my hand.

I hummed in satisfaction, not giving him a warning before attaching my hand to his cock. He sucked in a sharp breath as I ran my thumb over the slit.

I grinned, proud that I was already having this effect on him. I glanced up at his face as I began to jerk him off. His eyes slightly squinted, watching me move my hand around him. His lips stayed parted, taking little breaths with each movement I made. I squeezed my hand slightly applying light pressure.

“God, you’re really fucking good at that.” he nearly gasped. His eyes flitted over to my face, and I swear he melted at the sight of me on my knees looking up at him. He pulled one hand from behind him and brought it up to my chin.

“So pretty like this.” It was barely audible, but it literally was so fucking heart melting.

And though my brain was practically empty, I knew I wanted his dick in my mouth.

Without breaking eye contact, I leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to the head of his cock. I slowed down my hand movements, just so that I could create a new pace. His hand slipped back to my hair.

Slowly, I wrapped my lips around him, sinking down onto his dick. A long groan could be heard above me. I went forward until I couldn’t anymore, then put my hand where I couldn’t reach.

I began to move my head, bobbing it around him. “holy shit, baby-“ it was practically a whine. i hummed, causing him to groan due to the stimulation. His hand flexed, pulling at my hair.

Desperate noises came from him. Nick got louder and louder until he got close.

“g’unna cum soon-“ he managed to get out. I didn’t stop. I buried his cock down my throat until my nose was hitting the skin on his pelvis. He grunted as I felt his cum literally hit the back of my throat. I continued to move my head, sucking him off until his noises of pleasure ceased.

I pulled off, coughing. He ran his hand over my head, mumbling praises to me.

“was s’ good”

“great job baby”

“fucking hell, princess”

Those were the only phrases I could make out. I couldn’t tell if it was the drugs or the massive crush I had on him, but my chest bloomed out of affection.

He stood up, fixing his shorts, “could we do this sober?”

I smiled at him, moving forward so I could straddle his legs. His hands moved up to my waist. “We could do a lot more sober”

:)

[theficplug]

Taking Erik To The Beauty Supply Store 2 / Barber Shop With Erik

Erik Killmonger x Black Reader

Warnings : mature/sexual conversations?

it's a regular day in the stevens household. going to the beauty supply store again & the barber shop but hey it's fun cause it's you and your man.

First taking Erik to the beauty supply store fic:

“I could beat the brake off her lying ass. First of all, I should’ve known something was up cause she asked me if I’m natural. I said yes. She said well I normally do relaxed hair.. Then said you got to have your hair washed and blow dried already… Talking about she was going to have me serving 90s Nia Long. This bitch got me looking like big momma when she came home for that motherfucking party.” You continue your rant as Erik moves around the room looking for your body butter and your fluffy shoes to put on for the day.

You wanted a cute 90s pixie cut to go along with the theme of the maternity shoot which was like the cheesy 90s mall style set with the faded backdrop.

180 dollars and a lopsided , almost a golden bob later and you are still thinking about snatching her out of that salon.

“I’m gonna try and trim it up myself and dye it before the maternity photos tomorrow. But I’mma get two wigs just in case I mess up.” You explain to Erik as he begins to spread the body butter up your legs leaving a golden glow on your skin.

“Not you down there cackling after getting some hang time on the locs you been growing since high school... It’s quiet, ain't no back talk.” You banter with him and he stops massaging your legs to give you a look and laughs softly before giving you a retort of his own.

“You got a lot to say for somebody that can’t even lotion they ashy lil knees.”

“Your daughter been pushing against my organs for 8 and a half months. I don’t wanna hear nothing unless its about my push present. You know that I like rings… My engagement ring looking reeeealll lonely.” you say to him as you dangle your hand in front of his face.

“You look so fucking good today baby… Say, Big Fine, lemme get your number… I’mma eat the f-” he trails off kissing your legs and letting his tongue trail up it and you grab his chin softly.

“Boy if you don’t come on before you be late for your appointment… Can I stop and get a blue raspberry slushie first though?” you ask him and he sighs softly before giving you a small smile and nodding.

“Yeah, hold on let me grab your shoes and purse and then we can go.”

“And obviously yes when we come back before I install that lace front you can beat, duh.” you reply to him before giving him a peck to his lips.

After he grabs everything and helps you down the stairs. And with his help of putting you into his big ass truck you two are on your way.

“We’re going to get my hair cut first cause I already know you’re going to want to go to 2 different stores and it’s only gon’ take him about 15 minutes at the most to line me up.”

He wasn’t lying with the way that you liked to scan every section of the store before you left because to be honest where else were you going to get a pair of skittle shorts, bomb ass lip glosses, and a cute little panda hand sanitizer holder all in one place?

“Okay, sounds like a plan.. The way that I was supposed to have a hot girl summer this year and ended up with a damn its too hot for me to even put my clothes on mom summer. You really were not playing about trying to start a family on your birthday.” you joke as you crunch on your goldfish and look over at Erik.

“I think you just got finer through this whole thing. Watching my baby grow my baby is something surreal. In the beginning watching you go through all of the morning sickness and the body aches and stuff. I felt so bad you know not being able to physically take on all that was going on with you. I aint gon’ never not be appreciative and awe of you.” Erik replies with a serious comment that you were not expecting and you’d be damned if the hormones aren’t doing their thing.

“I really did not expect you to say that. Baabbbee, come on. You know I cry about everything right now. Love you.” you lean over to wrap your arms around him gently and kiss the side of his face while he’s focusing on the road.

“I love you too…. I think I’mma get my locs cut off soon. I don’t know why I’m ready to get a fade and just call it a day.” he questions before looking over at you briefly

“Either way you still gonna look good. I knew you before you even got your locs so you’re gonna look even better now because you grew into your head. Dee be cutting the fuck outta your hair even though he been bald for a good 40 years.” you say and it causes Erik to let out a loud laugh and shake his head.

You eventually ended up ordering a blue raspberry lemonade slushie, a hotdog and fries because Sonic basically took all of Erik's money at this point in your pregnancy.

The rest of your ride was chill as you both swayed to the music or turned it down for a little chat every now and then.

In public was always very protective of you but especially since becoming pregnant he has been hovering over you like a lion waiting for someone to even look at you for too long.

He hops out of the sleek matte black truck first to help you out and sling his arm around your waist with a hand resting on your belly.

You feel some eyes on you as you walk through the door. Your multi-coloured sundress that showcased your back, flowing with you.

Some of the men, new to the shop you assumed, were eyeing you down before Erik looked over their way and nods at them and they pretended to check their phones.

“What's up E? Damn lil sis look like she’s about to pop! How you feeling baby girl?” Dee greets you and Erik as you both walk in and some of the regulars in there say hey to the both of you.

“I’m alright Dee. Baby is just really ready to see the world. She has been kicking up a storm at times. I think we might have a little athlete here.” you reply and you watch as the greyed man with freckles across his cheeks and bridge of his nose eyes crinkle as he finishes cutting the man's hair sitting in the chair.

“I remember when I became a father for the first time. Shits wild because you think that you know everything there is to know and then when you actually see your baby take that first breath. It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.” He continues as he shows you a photo of his 4 children and you give him a small smile.

“Ooh, they’re beautiful.” you compliment him as you settle into your seat and scroll on your phone on your phone waiting for Erik to be next.

Some time went by and the men seemed like they were trying to keep their conversation in a hush and you can see some eyes on you as they talked back and forth.

“I’m just saying if you want a threesome with your girl and you expect her to be okay with letting another woman into her bed. You need to match her energy. Could you imagine your girl asking you to bring a whole nother man into your room if that’s not what you’re into? Instead of asking for it. Maybe try bringing toys into the situation. Could spice it up a notch and be in both of your comfort zones. Personally, couples vibrators seem to do the trick just fine.” You advise as you look up from scrolling on your Pinterest feed.

The little huddle of them in front of you stopped talking and immediately looked up at you in silence before Dee’s laugh broke it.

“I don’t know about bringing another man in. That ain't my thing but I get what you're saying. Which ones would you recommend?” The one named Leron asked and you notice Erik is now paying attention , looking from you to them to make sure they stay respectful.

“You better let them know , baby girl! That’s how that baby popped into fruition. She got you with the tantric breathing, huh E?” he jokes and Erik cracks into a smile, his golds gleaming as he looks at you.

“She not wrong. Engage in what your woman like too. Yoga, talking during sex, giving as much as you receive from her, all that. ” He says casually and shrugging and you give him a small smile cause this man done come so far from when you met him.

After he finishes lining up his beard, Erik pays and you’re on your way to one of your favourite places.

“You look so sexy. Your beard is all lined up crisp and stuff. I told you that beard oil was gonna even it out.” you say to him and kiss him below his ear . His hand gripped your thigh gently and you repeated it again.

It didn’t take long before you were at one of your favourite places.

You turned to Erik and asked him to buy a stocking cap for you to try on the wigs that you liked and wanted to see before you purchased it.

You slid on the stocking cap over your hair before grabbing a cute little 27 piece pixie cut wig just to try it on and see what it was giving . You finger combed it and turned to Erik to ask him how it looks.

“Like you finna start singing “Truth is i’m tired. Take me to the king. Here’s my offering-” .” You hold in your laugh as you push Erik’s chest and he grabs your hands.

“I can’t stand your ass !” You say cracking up and Erik grabs the stocking cap from his pocket that he brought himself and slides it over his locs.

You watch as he grabs one of the bobs from the mannequin and sits it half cocked on his head before shaking it side to side.

“What’s cooler than being cool? Ice cold. You know what to do doooo. You know what to doooo.... This is your grand daddy. This is your grand daddy.” Erik starts acting like Andre 3000 and Mr. Brown. You swear this man was gonna make you push out this baby with how hard you were laughing at him.

“Why are you moving your lips like thaaat? What’s your name? B.O.B, so they calling you Bob? Stop playing nigga you know that I’m known for the bob.” you sing the nicki minaj lyrics to him and both of y’all get a good laugh before he takes off the wig and places it carefully back on the mannequin.

He looks over at the one that looked the most like your hair before you got it cut and slides it on.

His expressions changed and he narrowed his eyes at you before putting his hand on his stomach.

“Whew, my god E. You did this to me and for what? My ankles looking like cornbread huh? Look at this shit bae! If my nose swells for real in these next months, we fighting. Damn, I’m getting thick. I look like I'm pregnant in the front and the back. Can you get me two shrimp po’boys and some fries on the way home? ERIK, wake up- You our baby look like Stitch in this ultrasound? Stop playing , im for real.” he sounds exactly like you and mimicked your expressions to a t.

You giggled softly and snatched his wig off leaving him standing there looking crazy in the cap.

“You wanna fight?” You ask him before walking up on him like you’re on bad girls club and swinging the wig at him.

He helped you put the wig back on the mannequin and kissed both of your hands before continuing through the aisle with you.

You both ignored how many times the employee passed by or watched you as you grabbed some of the products from the shelf and put it into your little cart that you wanted to try.

“You wish this was you, huh? You wanted to be Future from 8 Mile so bad, huh? ” you ask Erik , laughing as you point to the full lace faux locs wig that’s in front of you and he shakes his head.

“She got you down bad. This you?” he asks you as he points to the lil gold church wig that’s sitting on the top shelf and you suck your teeth at him .

“You wanna dip dye your hair for tomorrow? A pretty auburn colour would look so good on you or even a baby blue?” You ask him as you move away from the wigs after deciding to put a off black lace front straight wig in your cart and another in sandy blonde with deep waves.

You scan the shelf of dye as Erik wraps his arm around your waist and takes a look.

“This one looks good right here.” He adds as he hands you a colour called Electric Blue.

“This is gonna look so good on you bae.” You compliment him and he leans down to kiss you softly.

“You only tryna compliment me cause you want me to help you install that wig. You think you slick bae.” he calls as he walks off towards the hair care products for his locs.

“Well, if I’m finna use the little energy I have to retwist your hair you could at least extend the helping hand!” You call after him.

“I haven’t tried peppermint oil yet but it should be good to add to my mix? Look, I found this small ass bonnet. She’s gonna be able to match us.” He says walking back to you and showing you the lilac bonnet in his hand and you swear you were about to tear up again cause all 3 of you were gonna have matching bonnets and durag.

“If she takes after both of us she’s gonna have a head full of hair. To cover that melon from your side.” You tease him

“Come on and grab your butterfly wings for your eyes so we can go home and finish our show. I’mma cook them snow crabs for you too.” he says to you and you can see him watching you like you hung the moon in the sky yourself as you venture off.

You grabbed the edge control, lashes, a new lipstick, earrings, glosses, Got2b spray, and some accessories for Erik’s hair before meeting him at the counter.

It took him all of two seconds to pay for your beauty supply store addiction and you were off on your way back to the crib to love on him.

Erik was currently standing behind you while you sat in the chair in his old large tshirt and held down the wig to the Ghost Bond glue.

You were talking him through helping you finish the install because you just didn't have the energy to do it.

“Okay you gon’ take a lil piece and wrap it around the wand. But please be careful baby. This one goes from like 0 to a 400 degrees so fast.” you warn and watch in the mirror as he takes the first piece and follows your instructions.

You watch him for a while focusing on your head and asking if you liked the way that it’s turning out. You smile softly at him and nod.

“I'm so grateful , you know. “ you say to him with a pout

“Damn, I was just about to send you a do you like me back yes or no text after this too.” he jokes and you shake your head.

“I’m tryna be serious and appreciate you-” you are cut off by him leaning down and pushing his plump lips out for a kiss from you

“I love you too. 2 more weeks and I get to have my two babies in my arms. What more could I want? ”

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(Long post. Sorry I'm still learning how to do the read more thing! Sorry for being gone from here for so long. This one really helped me ease back into writing especially after how much love the first one received!)

[ms-moonlight-inn]

Thank you @energievie for tagging me on this!

WIP Wednesday, but on Friday 😬☺️

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Currently, I'm working on the next chapter of The Lottery. Here's a bit from the opening scene...

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Mickey noted, as he ran his left U-finger down his boyfriend’s back, that Ian’s spine was not as knobby as it used to be, not like it used to be when he was dancing at the club. Back when he’d starve and dehydrate himself to make those lean muscles of his really fuckin’ pop. Make ‘em really glow when he was all slicked up under the red and blue filtered lighting of the dance floor.

Flashing, strobing lights. Beaming down on the dancers’ bodies to make purpley magenta shades perfect for covering the track marks some twinks wore behind their ears, tucked up in their hairline –proof that it wasn’t their own hands that’d shot ‘em up. Mickey could never decide if those poor bastards were better off than the ones that relied on the mood lighting to occult the bruises they’d received from greedy pimps or grabby johns.

Thank holy fuck Gallagher never got that far into that scene. Or maybe he didn’t have to. Maybe coke and bipolar were just the right fucked-up-ed-ness cocktail to set the viagroids to the hunt. Fox and hounds. Tallyho, motherfuckers.

Christ, didn’t take much for the details to come back. Shitty music, sticky floors, overpriced everything. Fuckin’ worst of it all was the smells: stale beer, sickly-sweet mixed drinks, sweat, fake tanner, makeup melting off botoxed faces.

Those club-goers always looked at Mickey like he was trash, never realizing how trashy they looked. Buncha nobodies tryin’ to be somebody; they weren’t shit. They weren’t Ian.

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Ok, so tagging @notherenewjersey 'cause I know she's always got something in the tank. I don't know what everyone else is up to these days. I've had my head in the clouds. Who else wants to play?

[crisis34]

So I’ve had this irondad idea that I would KILL for someone to write. I’ve wanted to write it too but I don’t think I’ll get to it.

I started kinda sorta actually writing this in a few scenes 😂 don’t mind my weird idea writing style. Feel free to change what you want or add your own twist on things!! And please tell me if you do write this idea. I’ve had it stuck in my mind and I wanted to make it at least 10k-30k words.

I sadly, don’t have time for that though haha! Soooo hopefully someone wants to write this so I can read it lol

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The idea is that after Tony passes away the rest of the Avengers talk to Peter for about two years, since Peter spends time at the compound and all that.

But at a random point Peter notices he’s getting ignored by the Avengers for months, they won’t say anything on why they’re all stressed and won’t talk to Peter AT ALL.

One day one of them (most likely Sam/Rhodey) let’s it slip that they have an imposing threat on earth they’re trying to find and it’s so classified that Peter can’t get his hands on the information.

So Peters bummed they don’t trust him, probably gets a line said to him like “Look kid, we really don’t need your help on this. Trust me.” And it destroys Peters self esteem because he’s already 18 and they still see him as the kid.

He goes home one day after school/compound/work or something and when he walks in his spidey senses act up.

Looking into his apartment (moved away from aunt May assumingly) he sees nothing at first so he’s suspicious but not taking any drastic measures.

And then he walks into the living room, where he has a view of the kitchen. And who happens to be standing there eating the fucking blueberries?

Tony motherfucking Stark.

Peter flips out, because he saw Tony die. He’s rambling about how he thought he was dead and all that but then he sees something that tells him -it’s not his Tony-.

The Tony Stark eyes he always remembered were whiskey brown. This guy had glowing blue eyes.

And now Peter’s heart drops. He’s trying to get information out of the imposter and that’s when the guy finally speaks.

He tells Peter about how he’s been on this earth for a few months, the Avengers spotted him through satellite, and how he’s from an alternate reality.

Peter refers to the guy as Anthony since he isn’t his Tony Stark. But he also realizes this is what the Avengers were keeping from him.

Anthony explains how he was drawn here as first (which we later get a point of view from Anthony when he first got on this earth and he wasn’t drawn there, he was told to go there. By Tony Stark whispering in his head).

Anthony also tells Peter that there’s a bigger threat than him on their way, and the Avengers are so caught up looking for him they’re ignoring the other threat.

Peters skeptical, he really is. (If you do end up writing this please don’t make this another Quentin Beck. I don’t want Peter being too gullible or getting used by Anthony because that kinda ruins the plot/already been done in far from home)

Peter has close to no trust for Anthony, especially since he has no information at all from the Avengers. But he still partially believes the guy that there’s another threat.

And he knows he’d have a lot of guilt if he turned him in and there was a threat he could’ve stopped.

So him and Anthony team up.

They look for the bad guy, maybe go through goons/hydra agents for information. But now Peters stumped.

Because Anthony isn’t afraid to use a gun or kill. Anthony’s moral meter isn’t like Tony’s was, especially in front of the kid.

Peter scolds him, tells him that he won’t be killing around him or else he’s shutting the whole operation down.

After that Anthony only kills a few more times, and Peter tries to yell at him for those but he sees rage behind Anthony’s eyes.

Especially since the guys Anthony had killed almost hurt/killed Peter. Peter kept quiet for those deaths and they end up back at his apartment to sleep maybe.

Peters silent after he realizes that it seems Anthony cares about him. This is the night before they confront the big bad guy.

For reference they’ve been together looking for information for weeks!! Keep that in mind cause then you can add your own cute scenes in those weeks of maybe Anthony being protective or helping Peter with homework.

In the middle of the night Peters spidey senses go off, he wakes up and immediately looks for Anthony. He walks into the living area to see the guy peacefully sleeping on the couch.

His eyebrows scrunch together and he decides to go back to bed but can’t fall back asleep.

And then the Avengers break down the door of Peters apartment.

Peter freaks out l, hearing it and Sams familiar footsteps along with whoever else you want to be there. Rhodey would make the most sense with the rest of the Avengers waiting at the compound.

Peter runs back to the living room to where they’re already handcuffing Anthony and Anthony isn’t saying a word, but Peter is trying to convince them to stop and there’s a bigger threat out there they need to be after.

Rhodey or Sam would tell him sternly to get to the compound.

Apparently they had found out the two of them were working together while trying to find out where Anthony was after figuring out he was on this earth.

When he’s at the compound he finds out Anthony has been out in an interrogating place at the compound and each of the Avengers try to crack him but he won’t say a word.

Now(preferably Sam but you can have Peters main Friendship be with someone else, lol but this part of the friendship will be a bit rocky) Sam confronts Peter.

Goes something like this:

“Peter you knew better, why didn’t you contact an Avenger? Huh?”

“Because I knew you guys would do this shit Sam!! There’s a threat! I’ve seen it, we need to stop the threat.”

“Peter, there have been no signs of a threat against earth. At least nothing like he seems to be telling you. Because he won’t tell us anything. I need information on him! Because that damn well isn’t Tony Stark.”

“I know that, of course I fucking know that. You just.. you don’t know him Sam. I swear he’s a decent guy. Anthony is telling the truth.”

“No. He’s manipulating you, he knew you were an easy target and that’s why he went to you!”

Peter pauses for a second, tears catching up with his emotions as he begins to cry. “That’s what you think? That’s what you all think.. of course.”

Sam seems to realize he messed up, but he keeps his mouth shut and let’s Peter talk.

“You guys don’t trust me. I don’t even know why I hang around here, I’m obviously not welcome.” Peter laughs, pained.

“What? Of course we trust you.”

“That’s a god damn lie!! Because if you did this wouldn’t have happened.” Peter yelled.

Sam stays quiet again, remembering how he told Peter that he couldn’t tell him about the threat they were all worried about. Each of them didn’t trust that Peters reaction wouldn’t cause a hurricane of events, it seems it did anyway.

“Do you know.. how scared I was?” Peter whispered this time, wiping his tears away.

“What?”

“Do you know how fucking scared I was when Tony Stark ended up in my apartment! He died two years ago right in front of me and then there he was!! Eating blueberries in my kitchen with glowing blue eyes as if it never happened.” Peter said, watching as Sams face dropped.

Peter shakes his head and continues. “I’m going home, maybe think before you decide I’m to be untrusted next time.”

Sam doesn’t stop Peter because he’s already pissed the kid off.

Either way it was 2am and he assumed Peter wanted some sleep. The whole night Anthony doesn’t say a word.

The next morning the Avengers decide they need Peter to clarify what happened.

When one of them goes to Peter’s apartment, they can’t find him. At first they assumed he went somewhere but the tracker on his suit the compound has access to has been clipped. (If you can figure out a better way that they figure out Peter went after the threat on his own go for it).

After Sam figures out Peters gone he hurries into the cell that Anthony is in, guilt putting in his stomach because what if Peter was right and he was against a threat much larger than himself.

“Where is he?” Sam immediately asks after slamming the door shut behind himself.

Anthony stares at him, obviously planning on not saying anything.

“Where the fuck is Peter? C’mon asshole, you told him there was a threat and now I can’t fucking find him. Where is he?”

Sam watches as Anthony’s face pales and he looks down at the ground with his eyes wide.

Sams stomach churns. “Please? Come on, I don’t know your intentions but please tell me. He’s only 18, I-“

Anthony gets the watch as Sam regrets every word he ever said to Peter and holds back tears because there was a chance they wouldn’t find Peter and it would be Sams fault.

“Get me out of here.” Anthony tells Sam.

Sam stares at him, there’s a darkness behind Anthony’s eyes at that moment he’s only seen on Bucky when he had to act like the winter soldier with Zemo.

Sam thinks back to Peter voguing for Anthony and makes a decision. This time, he would trust Peter.

“Alright.”

None of the other Avengers had been consulted during this decision, but Sam leaves the tracking of his wings on just in case.

He and Anthony would go together to help Peter.

“What are we doing?” Anthony asked while Sam walked into his room at the compound.

“I don’t know what we’re up against, I gotta suit up.” Sam said.

Anthony hummed and nodded, leaning against the doorway while Sam picked up something familiar.

“Is that Captain America’s shield?” Anthony asked, raising a brow.

“Yeah, Steve gave it to me before he retired.” Sam nodded, picking up a duffel bag.

“Which makes you Captain America.” Anthony smiled.

“Yup.” Sam chuckled.

“Alright, grab your suit. You can change on the plane.” Anthony decided, already walking off.

“What?” Sam quickly slung the duffel bag over his shoulder, carrying the shield and jogging to catch up with Anthony.

“What do you mean, plane?” Sam asked.

Anthony lifted his hand, holding a pair of keys in it. “Snatched it before you guys locked me up. You should really have an AI looking over this place to tell you things.” He suggested.

Sam felt some deja vu, remembering when Tony was alive and the voice of Friday could be heard everywhere. Rhodey shut her down, unable to listen to her voice and be reminded of his friend.

—

Anthony takes them to where Peter is currently trying to get a good vantage point on the threat, he’s only getting minor goons outside the building(maybe? The antagonist is up to you).

Sam stays back for a bit, getting a call on his phone from Rhodey who he knows is pissed.

He hesitantly answers and listens to the scolding but gives them their location anyway, having more Avengers on their way.

Anthony and Peter are talking and planning as well as joking. Peter seems pleased that Sam decided to trust him.

The three of them start to infiltrate the threat, Anthony has a wrist gauntlet that’s ice blue and silver he uses as well as a gun.

The Avengers arrive rather quickly to help the fight, all very wary about Anthony.

Here’s the thing, they all know Anthony’s moral is messed up and he isn’t afraid of killing or anything like that. They know he isn’t Tony.

So when Peter gets injured/almost dies they are all very surprised to see Anthony freeze as Sam tries to help the wound on his body.

The threat is gone at this point and the Avengers are trying to help Peter while he’s screaming out in pain, and Anthony is unfamiliar with the liquid rolling down his face.

(You can also make it where everyone thinks Peters dead and he kinda wakes up in the middle of their mourning lol)

And then Anthony snaps back into it, rushing forward and sliding through The small crowd and leaning down next to Peter with Sam on the other side.

“Hey hey hey, you’re alright kid. You’re alright.” Anthony said, forcing and smile and putting his hand on the side of Peter face.

Peters crying while Sams trying to get the bullet/clean the wound.

Anthony grabs onto Peters hand and squeezes it, Peter squeezes back.

“You’re gonna be okay Peter, I know it hurts, Underoos.” Anthony whispered in Peters ear.

Peter looked like he was gonna say something but then looked up and locked eyes with Anthony.

“What?” Peter whispered.

For Anthony, that moment too felt unreal. Memories began to blend with his own.

~~

‘There’s this crazy car parked outside!’

‘Mr. Parker.’

‘Umm. What, what are you doing? Hey.. I- I- I’m Peter.’

‘Tony.’

~

‘If you’re nothing without the suit, you shouldn’t have it!’

~

‘I don’t want to go, please, I don’t want to go Mr. Stark.’

‘I’m sorry.’

~

‘Hey! Holy cow! You will not believe what's been going on. Do you remember when we were in space? And I got all dusty? And I must've passed out because I woke up and you were gone. But Doctor Strange was there right. And he said 'It's been five years. Come on, they need us.' And he started doing the yellow sparkly thing that he does. Anyway...’

Tony hugged Peter, feeling as the teens excitement wore down.

‘This is nice.’

~

‘Mr. Stark, hey, Mr. Stark?’

‘Can you hear me? it’s Peter. Hey..we won. Mr.Stark. We won, Mr.Stark. We won, You did it sir, you did it.’

~~

“Anthony? What did- what did you just call me?” Peter asked, sliding up against the wall nearby after Sam finished making sure his wound was okay.

The Avengers looked confused, Rhodey glancing at the Tony lookalike uneasily.

Anthony and Peter looked at each other, both pale and scared.

“I- I don’t understand.” Anthony muttered.

Peter seemed to be staring at Anthony’s eyes the whole time, tears going down his face.

“Your eyes, Mr. Stark.” Peter held his hand to his mouth, staring in disbelief.

“What?” Anthony asked, new found emotion for the kid and everyone around him.

“Your eyes, Tony. They’re brown.”

[molagboop]

More observations about Raven Beak: Glowy Bits edition. Spoilers for the end of the game beneath the cut. I know it came out six months ago, but some people wait a year to play games for various reasons.

By now you have noticed that power suits glow. If a bit looks like it gives off light, it probably does.

The three bits that glow on Big Chozo here are the cannon, the visors over the eyes, and the red bits on his outer thighs.

Now I believe the same can be said for Samus, but the glowy bits of his power suit (which we'll call "emissions" for brevity) have a tendency to go ham when he's getting ready to let off a burst of bird magic/cannon energy/aeion tomfoolery/you name it.

All of the emissions glow brighter as he gears up to snatch Samus out of mid-air at the very end of the fight.

The lights on his suit turn off when we see him after Samus' transformation, presumably because he's all out of energy. While I'm thinking about it, callback to this post about his shoulder pads because they're very visible in the first of these two images: the blue plates on the back are missing because he ejected them to pull out his big, feathery fliers. Continuity!

As with the wing/shoulder pads thing, these are little details that I've noticed after beating the game a hundred billion times. I don't know if any of you noticed, but it took me until last week to clue into the fact that all the red bits on his suit weren't glowing when he got up for round two.

Also can we talk about the fact that this motherfucker got sucked so hard by a 6'3 Metroid that it drained the energy from his fortress, causing it to crash down to the planet's surface, and he still had the strength to pick himself back up to have another go at her? Like... damn grandpa, you're probably not winning this round, but the fact you're still standing really speaks to your resilience. You ate your vitamins and it shows.

[get-shiggy-with-it]

#1 Victory Royale

✧ pairing: college student!spinner x student!afab!reader

✧ word count: 4.4k

✧ warnings: college au/no quirks, light angst, mostly soft/fluff, smut, could be hate fucking if you squint, afab reader but no pronouns, this is pretty tame, by like my standards, I wrote this at work, not really a warning, but it felt like you needed to know that

✧ summary: relationships suck and Spinner is starting to think maybe he does too

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✧ a/n: Hey y'all, welcome back to more college au bs from me. This is set in the same universe once again as all my other college pieces. A very sweet anon asked if we'd ever get to see more of Spinner, so here he is! Also with another cameo from shiggy's bitch (endearing) cause I can't help myself.

“Ughhhhhh….”

Spinner’s groaning echoed through the tiny apartment, the heavy sound of creaking couch cushions under his weight following.

“What?” his long-suffering roommate shouted out their bedroom door, rapidly shoving clothing and a toothbrush into an overnight bag.

“Uggghhhhhhh!”

He let out with another, louder dying animal wail. He’d been like this since they woke up—wallowing in some strange concoction of self pity and Red Bull on the kitchen floor when they walked in for water two hours ago.

“Motherfucker,” they mumbled, tossing their bag to the floor and marching, more than a little disgruntled, into the hall. “What do you want?”

Spinner was sitting upside down on the couch now, feet up against the wall tapestry and cotton candy hair splayed out on the floor. He stared blankly as his friend came into view—arms crossed, frowning at him from the end of the hall—and opened his mouth once more, letting out another garbled grunt that had one of the neighbors pounding twice on the wall to shut his dramatic ass up.

“Dude seriously, are you gonna tell me who pissed in your cereal or are you just gonna scream until the guys next door kick a hole through our wall?”

They almost felt bad as he looked away, sniffing and letting himself slump farther off the sofa until he was sprawled completely on the hardwood and staring, glassy eyed, up at the ceiling.

When he finally spoke a full sentence, his gaze was locked on the water stain above him from a year ago when the upstairs neighbors flooded their apartment trying to make jungle juice in the bathtub.

“I don’t know, I’m just in my feels as the kids say,” he sounded so dejected—strange for someone who was perpetually energized to a frustrating degree—that their shoulders immediately slumped from a hardass square to a softer, more sympathetic angle

They padded over to join him on the floor.

“Care to elaborate, oh roomie of mine?”

There was a pause and Spinner tapped his nails against the hardwood idly before responding.

“I guess I’m just feeling, like, fucking I don’t know,” he sighed, knocking his head against the dusty boards, “left out I guess? That’s not quite right, but it’s just Magne mentioned last time she came to The League meeting that Jin was seeing somebody and it just got me all introspective and weird…”

“Hm,” his roommate hummed thoughtfully and studied the way the textured white ceiling gave way to the rings of brown water damage, like a dead and dying flower, “I thought you and Jin weren’t ever that serious?”

“We weren’t,” Spinner groaned again and rubbed his eyes. “We went on like, one date a year ago and I haven’t thought about it really at all since then. I’m not sure why hearing he’s got someone else now made me so fucking...jealous I guess.”

“I mean, maybe you just never really gave yourself the time to process it?” they asked and received only an annoyed huff and accompanying groan. “Sorry, should have asked if you were looking for advice or just wanting to rant. My bad.”

“No, it’s fine. I think it’s just…”

Spinner trailed off and they shifted as the hard floor bit at their back and made it ache. The muscles were sore already as it was, and Tomura blowing their fucking back a few times a week wasn’t really helping. They’d created some kind of perpetually horny monster, but something told them cracking a joke about it wasn’t really going to help the situation much. Thankfully, Spinner found his way to filling the silence a minute later.

“I don’t think it has anything specifically to do with Jin. Yeah I liked him, we’re still really good friends and I don’t feel like I need him to be more than that. It’s just that—and this is gonna make me sound like a massive asshole—but with you and your new fucking boyfie and now even Jin finding someone to date I just keep seeing reminders everywhere of how motherfucking isolated I am.”

“Oh,” they felt their face burn a bit, guilt frothing as they were forced to acknowledge the fact that in all the time they’ve spent holed up with Tomura, Spinner had been discarded like an old Steam game, bought impulsively on sale and never played again. “I’m sorry I haven’t been prioritizing you—”

“No, no, no shut the fuck with that,” he waved his hand to cut them off and pushed himself up on his palms. “I know I’m not being fair about it, and I really am happy for you guys, but idk man….I just feel like I’m never gonna find that you know?”

Beside him, his roommate remained sprawled out on the floor like a homicide tape outline and was just as deadly quiet.

“I just,” he continued, running an angry hand through his hair, “I know I could be such a good partner. Like I’m funny and I’m not a fucking creep, which is actually a plus to most people.”

He shot a side glance down and they rolled their eyes, sitting up and knocking his shoulder roughly till he toppled back to the dirty floor and they stood above him.

“Fuck off,” they chuckled.

His roommate watched as the laughter seemed to infect him like a bad cold, creeping down the back of his throat and shaking in his chest.

“No I’m serious, I would be such a fucking great boyfriend. I give goddamn top quality cuddles and I actually know how to do laundry, what more does one need truly?”

“Damn bro, you’ve known how to fold your own clothes this whole time?”

The giggling spread into the quiet space, rocking through both their shoulders and leaving the air feeling light—fresh like the first nights of Spring. When it finally petered out into friendly silence, they were both far lighter.

“I just like the way you fold my t-shirts, the sleeves don’t get those weird creases when you do it,” he muttered and stood, doing his best to fix the wild pink locks that stood on end from his fidgeting.

“Yeah I’m sure,” his roommate rolled their eyes and turned back down the hall.

When they left for the night to stay over with their boyfriend, Spinner tried not to acknowledge the way he subconsciously glared at their back as they walked out the door, skipping yet another League meeting to swap spit with that guy from their English class.

He tried even harder not to think of how their bed would be warm and their legs would have legs to tangle with, their chest have a chest to lay against, while he heated up instant noodles in the microwave and fell asleep alone on their living room couch.

Not to mention that tonight was the big tournament with that new group on campus. He was really banking on his bff (best fucking friend as they were always sure to clarify) and him teaming up to crush those assholes from The Commission or whatever they called themselves.

Fucking lame as shit name in his opinion.

In any case, he’d have to settle for Magne again, and she was such a loose cannon they were sure to get their asses handed to them. She was a great fucking tank, he’d be the first to admit, but strategy was not a strong point of hers and they desperately needed that tonight.

He could feel the sinking weight of failure rolling in the pit of his stomach already even as he dragged himself into his room to tug on an old pair of jeans.

It bothered him way more than it should, the idea of losing some gaming tournament that, by all means held little to no actual significance.

Spinner knew the stock he’d started placing in games was growing to an unhealthy degree.

He knew that.

But self awareness rarely did anything to alleviate the irrational fear of failing at one of the only remaining consistencies in his life.

It stung worse when the tournament kicked off and by the third round, Spinner was the only remaining League member in the brackets.

“Fucking shit…” he muttered to himself, the small basement room alight with the blue glow of the monitor and the sound of frantically smashing controllers.

Behind him on the couch—stolen long ago from the theater building—Magne held him by the shoulders as he grit his teeth and leaned into the movement of his avatar on screen.

“You got this babe,” she shouted, cheek pressed up to his ear. “Make ‘em eat shit for me!”

“I would if you stopped distracting me,” Spinner hissed back.

Really it wasn’t Magne’s aggressive and somewhat bloodthirsty style of encouragement that shook his focus so badly.

It was his opponent.

The fucking president of The Commission sat, thighs spread and pressed to his, resting your weight on your elbows and snarling beside him in the couch.

Your face was split in this heart stopping grin as you quite deftly dodged all his attempts to get a hit in and managed to land a few of your own in the process.

And you looked really hot doing it.

Which was definitely just a side effect of the punch he (didn’t) drink and the body heat fueled temperature of the room—sweaty skin against sweaty skin making his mind wander against his will.

The shifting in his seat was absolutely just to illogically make him move faster and had nothing to do with how tight his pants now seemed.

So much for not being a fucking creep.

Your teammates were gathered in a circle behind you, enraptured and exuding the kind of smug confidence that said quite clearly The League was fucked from the second they walked in.

Not even two minutes later your hands were thrown up, punching the air and your team piling over the back of the couch to drown you in a sea of celebratory limbs.

Spinner felt himself deflating even as he was toppled off the couch by your screaming members and The League collectively cursed in the background.

Truthfully he’d known the chances of winning were slim.

Ever since his roommate started getting busy with classes and clubs that ‘looked good on their resume,’ The League had gone downhill rapidly. It was a problem since long before that Shigaraki guy swooped in and stole them away, but Spinner couldn’t stop himself from lowkey holding that against him.

The League had consumed so much of his life in college, functioning as a haven where he was finally respected and belonged to an extent he’d never experienced before.

The stink of failure and loss, not of the game but the only space he’d ever really occupied without complaint, burned his face and made the room feel more suffocating than usual.

Magne looked as though she wanted to give him one of her signature—and admittedly very comforting—hugs, but the deadly look of disappointment on Spinner’s face must have made her think twice.

The rest of his team seemed to read this sudden downward shift in the room as they began to filter out, climbing the steps onto street level and away from the suddenly stuffy, uncomfortable meeting spot. Normally everyone would stay and finish off the drinks snuck past the janitorial staff, eating Doritos until well past midnight. This time they couldn’t wait to be rid of him.

He couldn’t really blame them.

The multimedia building was a strange place after hours. Once Spinner might have called it something rare and liminal, now it felt more like a prison.

He stood, packing up the consoles a bit more roughly than necessary when someone cleared their throat behind him.

He turned to see you, standing alone with hands on your hips and scowling like you were the one who just got their gaming reputation ruined.

“Dude what the fuck was that?”

Spinner bristled at the knife sharp point of your tone.

“Really?” he asked incredulously. “You seriously waited around to rub your win in my face?”

You rolled your eyes and took a step closer around the couch. “I’m not talking about the fucking game dumbass. Why the hell are you pouting like I stole your fucking candy or some shit? You ruined the vibes man.”

“If anyone was ruining the vibes, it was you and your cocky ass team.”

Spinner felt himself stepping closer too, pulled in by the celestial weight that accompanied any kindling argument.

“Me?” you pointed to your chest and scoffed, “Wow, I was really hoping you’d actually possess a bit of emotional maturity, but if this is how you get after a loss I’m not shocked your fucking club is bleeding members.”

At some point the two of you had gravitated close enough that he felt the puff of your last breath on his cheeks. Two comets, ready and willing to collide.

“I’m not being the asshole in this situation, you know that right?” Spinner glared down his nose at you, heart pounding in his ears. “Maybe you shouldn’t make fucking unfounded assumptions about people you don’t know.”

“So then why are your panties in a twist over a fucking game?” you retorted.

He was peripherally aware that your eyes had taken on the same laser focused quality as they had during the last round. Determined and locked onto him without sparing a glance to anything else.

It was this same undivided attention that he’d envied in you as you played, and as Spinner felt it trained on him, his pants once again felt uncomfortably restrictive.

“It’s not about the fucking game okay!?” his voice came out hoarse and far more petulant than he’s been aiming for.

Though he quickly felt the embarrassment give rise to a secondary heat as you both breathed each other’s air and searched the face across from you.

“Then what is it about?”

That strange, unexplainable, inexplicable rush of potential filled the small gap that remained between your bodies—the kind of tension Spinner was beginning to think he’d never feel again.

He’d kissed plenty of people. Almost more than he’d like to admit, or that they’d like to admit more accurately.

But when his flickering eyes found your hard stare still and unwavering from his, it felt incredibly natural to lean in and press his lips against your fading frown.

It was slow going, the few centimeters that separated you seemed like miles as he moved slowly, never breaking eye contact until his mouth was finally slotted over yours and you weren’t pushing him away.

There was still a bit of lingering confusion, as this was decidedly not what either of you appeared to be expecting from the prior conversation. That coupled with the fact that Spinner wasn’t entirely sure he remembered your first name made the feeling of your tongue prodding at the seam of his lips all the more startling.

When he gasped, you slid your hands up his chest and licked into his mouth. Tongue tangling between breaths, Spinner felt himself getting lost in the familiar and coveted taste of another mouth, another body, another hand that grasped, that desired, that wanted him.

***

Your knees dug into the cushions on either side of Spinner’s thighs as you bounced in his lap. He fought to keep his eyes open against the pleasure of his cock sinking into you over and over again, so he could watch the way your head was thrown back and your chest heaved with the exertion.

He dug his hands into your hips and let his head hit the back of the couch, feet planted on the floor to help his hips thrust up into you, earning him some of the prettiest, stifled moans he’d ever heard.

Truthfully, he had not expected to fuck you. He figured you might be down to just make out for a bit until the cleaning staff came and booted you from the building, but both your pants had quite quickly and naturally found their way to the floor.

Neither of you spoke much, which he was thankful for. That would have been far too complicated of a conversation, especially considering you really didn’t know each other all that well.

Spinner usually liked to do a bit of ‘getting to know you’ type activities before he hooked up with people, which he did with surprising frequency for somebody so starved for a long term thing. Sex just fucking felt good and it was this eagerness that was his downfall. Most people he’d fucked around with seemed to read the urge to get into their pants as a diminished interest or emotional attraction and Spinner ended up with more friends with benefits than actual friends...or benefits.

Regardless, it was fine by him that the only form of communication passing between you for now were scattered groans of pleasure and the wet slap of your ass against his thighs.

He’d nearly forgotten how fucking amazing pussy felt.

For no particular reason, Spinner had always found himself fooling around with bodies more similar to his own. Not that he had any real preference, though the lack of experience often made him a bit nervous in the whole ‘pleasing your partner’ department, despite many helpful lessons from his roommate.

That was all to say that Spinner was incredibly thankful you reached down to guide his hand that had clumsily begun rubbing circles on your clit. That is until you simply knocked it away and went back to riding his dick like a fucking champ.

Then he did speak.

“Wanna make you cum,” he mumbled and really did sound like he was pouting this time.

You peered down at him, slowing your pace so you sat flush in his lap, grinding his cock deep against your walls. Spinner keened as you clenched around him, pussy so deliciously warm he felt himself near to drowning in the feel of you.

“Mm fuck,” you panted, leaning in to steal a few more messy kisses from him before lifting up and enveloping him in the slick heat all over again. “Don’t worry about it.”

“No,” he nipped at the column or your throat, careful not to leave any lasting marks just in case. “If I’m finishing, you’re fucking finishing.”

You pulled back and stared at him for a moment. He felt you purposefully tightening around him just so he would squirm under your curious gaze. After a moment you smirked and rolled your eyes again, taking his hand and guiding his fingers back to that little nub just above where his thick length was seated inside you.

Spinner was proud of his dick, it was hefty but not so long that it was a hassle to fit—just enough to reach all the important bits. He was sensitive as hell too most of the time, so just about any pressure felt amazing. But the best part of it was watching whoever he was fucking fall apart on his goddamn perfect cock.

So when you whispered, “Like this,” and showed him the rhythm and motion you liked, he pulled himself back from the brink to pay attention, speeding up until that look of cooled control slid right off your face.

“Ahh, yes fuck...” the words tumbled from you freely now. “Shit, yeah just like that—”

Spinner could get fucking drunk off the low groan that left you as he planted his feet more firmly and bucked his hips up. He must have hit something good by the way you choked and moaned boarding on too loud, though he had neither the heart nor self control to stop you.

“Feel good?” he grunted, picking up the pace and force he thrust into you, so that you had to loop your arms around his neck and hold tightly as he speared you on his cock.

“Fuck...yes..” you whimpered into his shoulder which did wonders for his ego.

Spinner kept up his rubbing frantic patterns on your clit and feeling the gradual constriction of your walls around him—the coil growing tight and ready to snap. He nudged your cheek with his until you pulled back a bit to face him.

“I want to see you,” he murmured, sucking your tongue into his mouth for a moment and tearing himself away so he could watch as you came undone around him.

You gave him a strange, soft look and pressed your forehead to his, eyes zoned in on only him.

The rest of the room, the whole fucking basement and campus melted away under that stare.

Your nipples peaked through your shirt, brushing against his as you were jostled into him by the movement of your hips. As you reached your peak, words devolved into increasingly breathy gasps. It took Spinner an incredible amount of concentration not to fucking paint your insides then and there.

Your pussy was so goddamn tight and warm and milking him just right, it was a fucking impressive feat to remain staunchly at the edge of his peak as your mouth fell open and your fingernails scratched at his back when you finally came—the telltale spasms around his cock and the near sobs coming from you more than enough indication.

He lost himself well and truly then.

Lost in the false sense of intimacy that came with being allowed to see you fall apart, this person he barely knew yet made him feel immensely important in that moment. Your breath and spit was in his mouth, the smell and feel of you soaking his length pushed him beyond the realm of conscious thought.

There was only a deep and burning need to be closer to you. So, so much closer.

His hands moved of their own accord, hooking under your thighs and flipping your bodies so your back hit the cushions and he hovered above you. The angle allowed him to slide deeper, pulling out and thrusting his hips in fast, hard strokes that hurtled him towards release.

Spinner couldn’t keep himself quite now either, panting and moaning and gasping unashamedly with his eyes screwed shut as you took his cock so unbelievably well.

It wasn’t until your hands, softer than he’d imagined, cupped his jaw and pulled him down to meet you that he was brought back down from whatever higher plane of existence his impending orgasm whisked him too.

Your lips weren’t nearly as frantic as the rocking of his thighs, the slap of his balls against your ass. The sweetness was an odd but welcome contrast.

“I’m gonna—fucking mm...” he tried so hard to get his tongue to form the words but he could feel himself slipping further as you started clamping around his length again.

“I know,” you breathed against his lips, faces pressed together and unmoving eyes steady on his own. “Ahh, inside if you want.”

He did want.

Oh fuck did he want nothing more in that moment to stay sunk in your warmth and pump you so full, but the last few remaining logical braincells reminded him that was not a great idea. Not without a more in-depth conversation neither of you was in a state to have.

“Shouldn’t...” he groaned and moved to pull out but your ankles locked around his ass and forced him back down.

“It’s okay,” you huffed and rocked into him, squeezing around the sensitive head of his dick just once, just right and that did him in.

It was something in the way you looked at him, so that he could feel nothing but secure—nothing but safe wrapped up in you. Something about the way you pressed him closer, in the movement of your thumb on his cheek.

It scratched some deep seated, lonely itch in Spinner.

Made it feel like this meant a hell of a lot more than it probably did.

In seconds he was blowing his fucking load right into you, milking himself in your heat until he was spent and overstimulated. You were kind enough to pull him to you, turning your bodies so you laid side by side on the coach, his softening cock slipping from you in a gush of release.

For a minute or so, neither of you spoke, just stared, long and comfortable at the stranger you’d just fucked on the gaming club couch.

Well.

Fucked wasn’t really the word he’d use at that point to describe what you’d just done, but anything more than that felt presumptuous.

You broke the silence as he nuzzled into your palm.

“You really needed that didn’t you?”

Spinner couldn’t help the familiar, infectious laugh that rattled in his chest. He liked the smile it earned him, far more genuine than any others you’d worn that night.

“Uh, yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I guess I did.”

You hummed, nodding in response. “Mm, me too.”

And somehow, for no real logical reason, Spinner knew you understood. That you felt the same isolation, the same starvation for love, for holding weight in someone else’s world.

That the games were just a placeholder, a way to fill the space, to get lost in other lives, in other stories where he did matter. Where his actions had foreseeable and measurable worth. That’s why it hurt to lose. Not for the glory, but for the destruction of the only remaining diversion from how empty his reality felt.

Even if it wasn’t really.

Even if there were friends and benefits and friends who offered both. His roommate could let him rest his head in their lap on movie nights or sleep in his bed on occasion when the heat went out and he got cold too quickly. But none of that quite filled the hole like you now, holding his face and knowing the struggle without him having to explain it.

Nothing like you pulling him in and kissing him too familiarly for someone he’d only known a day.

Magne used to say something about shit like this. Something like how people bond in train cars when there’s a rat eating a slice of pizza and you all watch it happen. Some weird camaraderie forged in the shared experience of life being a little fucking freaky a lot of the time.

That was how it felt when you slipped your leg between his and brushed your lips together again. Content to lay, half naked in the media building basement, making out with some guy you beat at Smash and fucked right after.

Reveling in the brief but meaningful feeling of mattering in some small, strange way to someone else.

Of holding weight.

Of being held.

[intermundia]

Hi good mr intermundia, first and foremost you are absolutely inspiring by all accounts (so very proud of you) and I just wanted to say that your classics AU might have had a part in me choosing to major in history in college (oops! 🤭)

love and regards,

that anon who always likes to remind you to stay hydrated

Ps. Stay hydrated, this time your choice of beverage can be inspired by the following question:

What do you think Obi-Wan's favourite type of tea is?

Thank you and I am just so thrilled that you’re heading into a history major, that should be such fun and so rewarding!!

And the tea thing, I know this is just a sweet question, BUT, all I can think about is one the worst moments in alllllll of Star Wars that made me personally the most indescribably angry at Anakin Skywalker on Obi-Wan's behalf. It’s from a Legends book Secrets of the Jedi by Jude Watson.

Basically, when Qui-Gon was grieving the death of another Jedi Master who he loved, Master Tahl, he would walk the halls, sleepless, and Obi-Wan would try to take care of him by bringing him tea:

Behind him, Qui-Gon heard soft footsteps. The smell of rich tea came to his nostrils — his favorite, a blend from the leaves of a sapir plant, green and fragrant. It must be near dawn, then. Obi-Wan had taken to brewing him tea and bringing it to his quarters in the early morning. Qui-Gon had gently tried to discourage him; he didn't want his Padawan to wait on him. But Obi-Wan, in his own stubborn way, kept showing up. Qui-Gon was both irritated and touched by this. Obi-Wan didn't know the details. But he was eighteen now, old enough to make a good guess as to what had happened on Apsolon between his Master and Tahl. He could sense the depths of Qui-Gon's sorrow, and he felt he had to do something to help, no matter how small.

And then early in the war, Obi-Wan loses Master Siri Tachi, a former love. They both chose duty over their love when they were young, and it was incredibly painful and caused him grief. He almost kills her killer in anger, but at the last moment restrained himself and turned him over for trial. Like Qui-Gon, he turns to pacing.

For several nights now, Obi-Wan had not been able to sleep. He lay on his sleep couch. He closed his eyes. He hoped to dream. He could not. So he walked. Through the Temple, the glow lights a faint blue. He did not seek the places that reminded him of Siri. He couldn't do that, not yet. Oddly, he thought of Qui-Gon on these walks. He remembered, as he had not remembered in years, how he had known that Qui-Gon had walked the Temple halls at night. He had taken him sapir tea, he remembered. He had tried to comfort him, even though he knew there was no comfort to him. If Anakin knew of his grief, he didn't mention it. He, too, had risen early — Obi-Wan had seen him heading toward the exit. Anakin had always been restless, had always needed to escape the Temple to think. Something was between him and Padmé. Obi-Wan would not ask. In some ways, he envied it. Let Anakin make his own decisions.

Anakin, motherfucking goddamn dipshit Anakin, thinks this:

Anakin's eyes lifted to the Jedi Temple. What did they know, Yoda and Obi-Wan and Mace, of this? Of this moment of agony, being torn from his wife? He fought for them and alongside them, but they no longer had his heart. They no longer understood him. He had thought for a moment on Azure that Obi-Wan had loved Siri. He thought he'd seen it in his Master's eyes after she had died. But Obi-Wan had stood over the man who killed her and spared him. If he had loved Siri, could he have done that? Of course, it was what a Jedi should do. But the way Obi-Wan had spoken had been so measured. With a temperament like that, it was impossible to love, Anakin was sure.

Basically, Obi-Wan cared about Qui-Gon enough to notice his grief, and stubbornly tried to take care of him. Anakin is so caught up in his own passionate love for Padmé that he literally cannot recognize how Obi-Wan feels deeply. He is so self absorbed, I want to shake him. Obi-Wan deserved to have a Padawan who would notice his grief and take care of him, in the way that he had taken care of Qui-Gon. I think he deserved that much.

ANYWAY, I would say that Obi-Wan might like sapir tea, as a memory of his own Master.

[heyyyharry]

Deep End - Chapter 1: Daughter of the Sea (Preview)

...in which a surfing trip goes wrong, famous singer/songwriter Harry finds himself in a sticky situation. 

AU: famous!harry, siren!mc, adult modern retelling of the little mermaid? lol, fake dating, enemies to lovers.

WARNING: MATURE THEMES

All chapters / Synopsis / Moodboard / Playlist

Full chapter: Friday, March 5, 2021. Read it now on Patreon.

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Harry spread his arms and did a spin as he shouted into the air, “Okay, where’s the hidden camera?” He waited for his friends to jump out and scream, “Surprise, motherfucker!”, but all he got was the awkward echoes of his own voice inside the cave.

The girl in the water stared up at him with a raised eyebrow. “Who are you talking to?”

He put his hands on his hips and cocked his head to the side. “How much did Niall pay you?”

“Who’s Niall?”

Harry laughed dryly as he tapped a finger at the girl. “You’re a very good actress, but you cannot fool me. It’s my birthday so I know my friends hired you to pull a prank on me.”

The girl’s expression turned from confusion to disgust. “That’s how humans celebrate their birthdays?”

“Stop referring to us as humans!” Harry almost shouted as he gripped the air dramatically. “You’re not a fucking mermaid. How old do you think I am? I’m not gonna fall for that shit.”

“I’m not a mermaid.” She smiled at him like he was the idiot. “I’m a siren. Mermaids are our inferiors.”

“What’s the difference?” He couldn’t believe he’d just asked that.

She schooled her face, and he had a feeling that he was going to receive a lecture about mythical creatures. This girl either took her job too seriously, or she was just fucking crazy.

“Mermaids don’t look like us. They’re horrible looking creatures living at the bottom of the ocean. They do nothing but gossip and cause drama. Sirens are highborn. We’re kings, and queens, and warriors. We’re trained to fight and kill for our kingdoms.”

Harry groaned into his palms. It was like having a conversation with his nephew, who had just learned the difference between a horse and a cow. He threw his hand in the air. “Show me your tail then.”

The girl gave a shrug. Then, from beneath the water surface, a glowing fishtail emerged, the scales reflecting the sunlight and sparkling like little green and purple and blue gemstones. How much had Niall paid for this costume? All this for a stupid birthday prank?

Harry got down on his hands and knees beside the water edge, coming face to face with the girl. She smoothed her damp hair backwards and smiled proudly at his astonishment.

“It looks so fucking real. Holy shit.”

“Because it is,” the girl said.

Harry swallowed hard as he reached out his hand. Before he could even blink, the girl’s eyes turned white as she bared two pointed fangs and hissed. Harry jolted backwards, landing on his butt. The fake tail slammed onto the water surface and splashed cold seawater all over him. Harry was catching his breath as he wiped the burning sensation of salt off his eyes. His vision cleared again, and he watched with horror as the girl's fangs shrank, and the white things in her eyes that resembled egg membranes slid upward to reveal her irises. Harry could feel every muscle in his body shaking.

Face screwed up, she snarled at him, “Don’t ever touch my tail without my permission, you filthy creature!”

Harry worked his jaw, still trembling. “T-That’s a real tail?”

“Yes.” The girl eyed condescendingly at his crotch. “As I could see, human tails aren’t so impressive.”

“Wha—“ When he understood what she meant, his cheeks grew hot, and he cupped his manhood over his swimming trunks. “Hey, you—What the fuck? That’s so rude!”

She looked genuinely surprised at his reaction. “Well, you saw my tail.”

“This isn’t—”

“What? Humans are so ashamed of their tiny tails that they have to hide them?”

Harry cleared his throat, lowkey triggered by the adjective. “Okay, first of all, mine is definitely not tiny. Second of all, what the fuck are you?”

“A siren.”

[tonystarkissist]

Breakdown / Shushing - Villainous July

Part 4 of “Oh Sweet Child, The Things I’d Do for You...”

Summary: God forgive him, he can’t be strong all the time... 

Rating: Teen (For language and Thematic Material)

Word Count: 1.9k

Previous Chapter ~ Masterlist ~ Read on Ao3 ~ Next Chapter

A few moments of peace is all he’s granted before his brain is able to unscramble the shambles left of all his thoughts and emotions, meaning he was finally able to discern the circumstance he was in, absent of any obstructions. He sobs only once more and his panic is cut off by his own sudden coherency and his body lurches away from the comfort like it had burned him, tears drying and the quivering in his chest halting in his disgust. It’s like he had completely forgotten the name belonging to the warm body sitting next to him in favor of cluelessly wallowing in the affection he’d been craving for years. 

“Get away from me!” He spat venomously, but Stark didn't move away. 

So Peter hit him, then shoved him with a harsh grunt, scrambling backwards to put some distance between them. 

“Go--” It’s spoken like a desperate whine, and Peter continues throwing his hands around to push the man back. To get him away.

His wrists are grabbed in the midst of another swing, gripped tight in warm hands.

“Hey…” Stark hummed, “There’s no need for that.” There was no anger or malice in his tone as there had been earlier. His voice was smooth and deep, weighing down on him like a heavy blanket, trying to keep him calm.

But it wouldn't work! Peter wouldn’t let it! He won’t let down his guard again. 

Peter whimpered, and as embarrassing as it was, he couldn’t help it. He tugged and pulled frantically at the grip restraining his wrists. He doesn’t care about getting justice or inflicting hurt on the man anymore, he just wanted to get away. To get as far away from the man as possible.

“Please,” Peter sobs softly with one last, desperate push against the man’s shoulder.  

“Hey, hey, shhh,” Stark shushed him, adjusting his arm to dodge the weak shove and, instead wrapping it around his shoulders, tight, “what’s with all the tears, Spidey?”

Peter’s chest hiccups with a frustrated sob. 

Could this guy not take a fucking hint?

“Like you care you motherfucker. Get the hell away from me!” He mustered just enough strength for a shove that finally did what he wanted. It dislodged Tony from around him for all of a moment. Just enough time for Peter to duck under his arm and stumble back, putting some much needed distance between them. 

But Tony didn’t give up. He was already shuffling back towards Peter like a man on a mission…

The fucker.

What the hell did Stark want from him? 

Before Peter is even able to catch enough breath to swing away, Tony’s already reached him and sat himself down right beside him again. 

“Now, there’s no need for that kind of language kiddo. Why don’t you just tell me what’s got you so upset. Despite popular belief, I am a very good listener.”

Peter glowered beneath the mask. Like the man wouldn’t even begin to understand the pain he caused. The thought alone made Peter nearly scoff. Stark was too selfish and self-centered to give a real shit about whatever Peter was feeling. 

“What? Is it not obvious?” Peter snapped, “I know who you are.” 

It felt hot and heavy beneath his mask, like the heat on his skin was turning his tears and sweat into steam, dampening his entire face. And he’s sure the front had been completely soaked through by his misted tears, snot, and sweat. A familiar heavy hand fell onto his shoulder and this time Peter didn’t even try shrugging it away. It’s not like it would make a difference. The man’s already shown he had no respect for personal boundaries and Peter has a feeling that wasn’t going to change. So, he folds his knees close to his chest and dips his head to hide his face. If he couldn’t escape… at least he could pretend he wasn’t here. 

“I am well aware you recognize me.” 

Peter looked up. He looked at Stark’s face. His eyes… the glow, a captivating shine and blend, of blue with muted twinkles of orange. It was unnatural yet mesmerising. Almost hypnotic.

Before Peter had a moment to regrasp where he was and who he was talking to, staring into his eyes like he was cast under some sort of spell… and he spoke. The words falling from his mouth before he had a moment to force them back down his throat. 

“You killed my Uncle,” he choked, eyes welling with a fresh wave of tears. The words alone made him shiver and he felt another ripple of dizziness fall over him, and it made him feel sick.

The heavy hand rubs slowly down his back. The contact alone made Peter shudder, small tingles following the path the hand took down his spine. 

Peter held his breath, muting his cries as best he could. “ You killed him... an-an-and you smiled about it.”

Stark wasn’t smiling now when Peter turned his head up to glare at him. Instead, there was a heavy sort of frown settling over his face. The hand grasping his shoulder tightened and instead of feeling a threat of confinement, Peter’s chest squeezed and tickled with a sense of safety and support, like Stark was able to suck the distress right out of him through the simple connection of his hand joined to his shoulder… and Peter’s body responded in kind, drooping with sudden relief, like he’d been carrying that truth as if it were a thousand pound weight on his shoulders.

Peter drops his head, tears flowing freely from his eyes, now completely drenching the mask he wore. He sobbed, mourning for his Uncle and his Aunt and mourning for his own failure to avenge them. 

“I’m sorry for what you had to lose...” Tony whispers from beside him. His voice was hoarse and deep, and Peter could feel the rumbling sensation in the man’s chest through tingles along his own sensitive skin. “But I’m not sorry for my actions.” 

The man bows his head, and spoke in a soft, firm tone like he was consoling a small child. 

The words had Peter choking behind a muted growl of anger, and a distressed sob. 

The hand gripping his shoulder migrated back towards his spine, and the man began again the small strokes starting from his shoulder blades and falling towards his lower back. Peter hated how his body was no longer repulsed by the touch like he knew he should be. Instead, his brain was screaming at him, begging him to just lean in to preserve the touch as long as he possibly could. It’d been so long since someone had held him like this, just sat there with him and rubbed his back as he cried… for years he’s had to do all his crying alone, locked away in his room or in a bathroom stall at school.

“I don’t know who your Uncle was,” Tony continued softly, “but if I was the one who killed him, then he deserved it.”

And those words… Those words were what finally broke the dam. 

HIs Uncle was a good man. He did good things for the people of New York. He risked his life saving people. He took Peter in when he had nowhere else to go… even though he hated children. He made sacrifices that no evil man like Tony Stark, ever would have made. He was good. 

He may not have been good to him… but he was good to those who deserved it. 

“No,” Peter whispered, shaking his head valiantly, “No--.”

He was good… because no one knew. Uncle Ben was good, because Peter was good. Peter never told anybody… So how could Tony Stark know? How could Tony Stark enforce justice for a crime he never knew was committed. 

No, he was a liar. 

But here Peter sat, in a dark alley in the middle of the night, with the forgotten body of a man who’d just been killed, slumped against the opposite wall. And next to him sat the infamous Tony Stark. The same Tony Stark responsible for all the suffering Peter’s had to face in his short life. The same Tony Stark that was sitting here with him, hand running over the cotton fabric of his mask atop his head, then down his neck and back in one long stroke. It was a gesture of affection that not even Uncle Ben was prone to showing… and here Peter was receiving it from the very man that killed his family. 

It made him sick. 

… and confused.

He hated that his body was so willing to receive and respond to the comfort. He hates that even if he had the strength to kill him at this very moment he probably wouldn’t… and most of all, he hates that he doesn’t want the man to leave. 

But despite his resentment, Tony’s words make him falter in his undying hatred for all of a moment. He knew the truth of those words. It was the very same truth he’s inquired about ever since that day Iron Man stepped down from the pedestal Peter had put him on. There was evil in every man; some just hid it better than others. Tony’s take on that philosophy was obviously much more extreme, but it was the same basic principle and Peter could see the sense it made. 

But he knows it had to just be an excuse on Stark’s part. There was no way he could’ve possibly known. Only he and his Aunt had known the secret, and he never told a soul. Just like he swore he wouldn’t.

Despite what he knew and even his own logic, he found himself falling to the side, body attracted like a magnet to the soothing hum vibrating from the man’s chest and the comforting hand on his head gently pulling him closer. It was the only comfort he could cling to anymore, the only affection offered to his deprived and desperate cravings. And it calmed him… 

His head falls on the strong shoulder, and the man doesn’t move away in disgust like Peter half expected him to. Instead, Tony only lifts his hand to rub along his head over the mask, assuring him he was more than okay with being the shoulder he needed to cry on. So, Peter did… he cried. A cry no longer driven by the anger and desperation he’d started with, but to really mourn what he’s lost. It was like when the dam broke, the pressure went with it, and the weight of responsibility and independence lifted from his shoulders, drawing out a relieved sob from his chest.

And the hand never halted in it’s comforting strokes… and neither did the soft shushes of whispered comfort. He refused to think about the man and the reputation belonging to that hand… he just wanted to be at peace for once in his life and not have to think so hard about everything he did. So, that’s what he did, tilting his head up until he’s stopped by a warm barrier, feeling the warmth leak through his mask and spread over his chilled face. He released a shuddering breath at the small weight that then fell to rest on the side of his face, trapping him and encompassing him in the reassuring warmth. He melted into it, barely registering the small puff of air that passed over his ear in response to his quiet sobs.

“Shhh,” 

And he didn’t dare open his eyes.

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