#guys please I’m sane I promise

[blowflyfag]

Guys do you see my vision

[kings-wifey]

The pure WANT to be come Nami has become a NEED.

(I blame myself for thinking I could save nsfw art of Sanji and Sanji alone.)

[finelinevogue]

lost n found

summary - you are lost in italy the night before your wedding

pairing: fiancé!harry x reader

word count: ~2k

You were definitely lost.

Drunk and lost.

To: harry - im so sor:(y

From: harry - Baby, you’re fine❤️ Drop me your location and I’ll come find you. Please don’t move xx

To: harry - okaY.i love you xox

So currently you were sat on a stone wall, somewhere on a random side street in a small Italian village, waiting for your boyfriend to come and pick you up.

Harry had gone out with a few of his closest guy friends for drinks, for one last night as an unmarried man.

You and your girls had gone out for drinks too and you had mentioned to the boys that you would catch them up later.

At some point during the evening, though, you and the girls had all gone to the beach and you had gone to the toilet. It had been a trek to find one, only when you tried to find your way back you took so many drunken wrong turns that you couldn’t tell your legs from rights now.

Reading a map was useless, but sending Harry messages wasn’t.

You originally hadn’t wanted to send him any messages, not wanting to ruin his last night a “free” man but at some point you had become a little too lost to care.

Swinging your legs as you sat on the wall, you watched the birds fly overhead amongst the clear blue sky. You detailed all the cracks in the old buildings and counted twelve windows on one wall alone.

Your brain was fuzzy and your eyes kept on wanting to close from tiredness. You would be blaming a lot of your girl friends tomorrow for the continuous passing of shots your way.

Your phone rang in your hand.

“Yeah?” You answered, not even checking the caller ID.

“Baby? Love? Can y’hear me?” Harry asked.

“Yeah.”

“You’re not where y’said you’d be.” Harry sounded stressed.

“N-no I am. I sent you my location a-and I haven’t moved.”

You stood up and could feel yourself starting to panic. If Harry didn’t know where you were then there was no way of you knowing. Harry wasn’t ever a big enough drinker to get really drunk, unlike you.

You only ever got drunk when you felt you were in a safe environment, like tonight had been surrounded by all your closest girl friends. Or always with Harry.

Now that you didn’t have anyone and you were still drunk, you were getting anxiety of being alone and intoxicated.

Cue to shaky hands and tears.

“Are y’sure baby?”

“Y-yes. Fuck me. You’re not going to find me. Fuck. I don’t – shit – I.. I’m���”

“Hey, hey. Y/N, baby. Woah, slow down for me, okay? I am coming for you, okay? I just.. It was my mistake and I just need to relocate myself. You’re okay.”

Your phone was shaky in your hands and you started twisting your body around, as if expecting some random creepy guy to come around the corner and take advantage of you.

The twisting didn’t help your head, though, and was making you feel increasingly dizzy and sick.

“Y/N?” Harry asked urgently and you wondered whether you’d missed something he said.

“I-I’m scared.” You honestly said, backing yourself against a wall and trying to let the cool stone calm you down.

Your tears will no doubt have ruined your minimal makeup by now, not that that was a main priority of yours right now.

“Honey, you’re okay. I’ll be there soon, I promise.”

Harry sounded like he was running.

His voice sounded a little breathy and you could hear the fast movement of wind through the speakerphone.

“Y/N, love, turn on your data.” Harry said.

“I ran out.” You banged your head back against the wall, not even thinking about the pain that just caused.

You whimpered as you sank down onto the floor, knees tucked close to your chest and arm wrapped around your legs. Your phone was still to your ear, with Harry’s voice being the only sane thing in this moment.

“Okay, okay.” Harry muttered to himself rather than you. More running sounded from Harry’s end of the phone. “Baby, y’still there?”

“Mm.”

Your mind travelled to many worst case scenarios and due to how bad they were your panic only increased.

This was supposed to be your last nights as an unmarried couple and you couldn’t help but feel like you’d ruined that. He must’ve been having such a good night.

You’d seen a couple of photos on his private Instagram story and other people’s Instagram stories. Your fiancé looked divine. He just looked so perfect that it was difficult to believe that he had chosen you and you got to call him yours.

It did make you nearly cry that he was thinking of you, via Instagram, though.

“You feeling okay, baby?” Harry asked.

“Don’t know. I’m so sorry, Harry.”

“It’s okay. I’m not angry or upset. Just want to make sure you’re okay, my love.”

“Okay.”

“So you have to be brave for me, okay?”

“Yes, okay.”

You got stuck for a moment, trying to think of possible ways you could calm yourself down and distract yourself. Luckily, Harry was already one step ahead.

“Hey, baby?” He grabbed your attention.

“Yeah.”

“We’re getting married tomorrow.”

You couldn’t help but let the smile take over your face. You weren’t scared at all for tomorrow. You had no nervous jitters. All you felt was love in your heart for your husband to be.

“We are.”

“And you’re going to look so beautiful.”

“So are you.”

“I can’t wait to see you in your wedding dress. I bet it looks so pretty.”

You sniffled, building back your strength and overcoming your anxiety. A lot of your strength came from the love you hold for Harry.

You heard a noise from your left and looked to see a cat rustling through some litter.

Your heart deflated when you realised it wasn’t Harry. You knew he was coming though. He was on his way and he would not stop running until he found you.

It was almost like a bad scene out of a romance movie.

The night before your wedding and something terrible goes wrong. It’s a sign!

“I think it’s just perfectly me.” You said, talking about your wedding dress.

“Sounds perfect to me then.” Harry paused for a moment. “Baby, did you walk under an archway, like, uh, a stone archway covered in pink flowers?”

“I-I don’t know. I don’t remember.” You ran a stressed hand over your forehead.

“Okay. That’s okay.”

“Everyone’s going to be so mad at me.” You began getting frustrated with yourself. “Fuck.” You breathed in a sob and exhaled with a bigger breath.

“Promise you no one’s mad, baby. Gem has messaged me a thousand times asking if you’re okay. I can’t even answer ‘cause this bloody maps apps is a fucking nuisance. I swear to–”

“Harry?” You furrowed your eyebrows, looking up from your knees to check your phone. He was still on the line. “Hello?”

“Y/N!” Harry shouted your name, but not from down the phone.

You could see Harry walking over to you very quickly, clearly panting from having run street after street.

“H.” You dropped your phone and cried as you saw him faster approach you.

Definitely a moment worthy of a romcom.

Harry was probably living his Ryan Gosling dreams.

“Baby, hey. I’m here. You’re okay.” Harry sank down to the floor and scooped his arms around you, pulling you close and squeezing oh so tight.

He sank down to his bum and leaned against the wall, pulling your entirely onto his lap. Too close wasn’t an option right now.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you sat sideways on his lap. Your face was tucked under his chin and his head rested on top of yours. You cried as Harry held you tight.

You couldn’t see Harry’s facial expressions but he was breathing out sighs of relief, some tears in his own eyes from the adrenaline of trying to find you. He had been just as scared as you, but had to remain strong for you. Now he had you he could let it all out.

“You’re never going to the toilet alone again.” Harry laughed. You laughed back.

“Deal.”

“That was scary.” Harry kind of mumbled, but you heard him anyways. He kissed your head a few times and you melted at the feel.

“Harry.”

“Yeah, love?”

“My head is so dizzy.”

Harry used a hand to tilt your head up so he could see your face. He noticed your mascara ridden face first of all, but beneath that you were all beauty.

“Tequila is only our friend for two rounds, remember?” He laughed at you. He was able to tell from your eyes that you weren’t exceedingly drunk, but definitely tipsy.

“I did not remember.”

He nuzzled his nose against yours as he shook his head with a grin. “You’re such a handful, you.”

“M’sorry.” You pouted.

“Never said I didn’t love you as a handful.”

“Do you? Love me a handful?” You used a hand to stroke over his cheek that had gotten so scruffy with the stubble he was trying to grow.

“‘Course. Love you every way and anyway. Love you so much. Love you until my body literally decomposes my wedding ring off my finger, and then some more.”

“That was dark, even for a 2AM drunk thought.”

“It was, wasn’t it?” Harry chuckled, noticing that smile on your face becoming more and more permanent.

“But I’ll love you for the same.” You promised.

Harry kissed you then, not wasting another moment of this evening away from you. Well, morning now. His lips were soft against yours and you smiled into the kiss, happy that he was here with you even if it was under really weird circumstances.

“Let’s go, trouble. We’ll go back to the hotel and I’ll kiss you all night.”

“Don’t you want to spend the rest of your night with the boys? You know, last night as a free man?” Even though you were suggesting this, all you actually wanted to do was kiss, kiss and kiss him.

“Free man?” Harry furrowed his eyebrows with disgust, “What are you talking about?”

“You know? People say the last night before they get married is their last chance to be free?”

“Why would I need to be free when I’ve got you? I’m choosing you, like I always have. Never needed to be free.”

You smiled warmly at him. “I’m shackling you to me for life.”

“Too right you are, baby. Wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“Now, take me home, trouble.” You giggled.

“Oh. So I’m the trouble now?”

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yourinstagram tomorrow i get your last name forever <3 p.s. i would like to state that harry bought himself that tshirt :)

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harryfan1 oh to be y/n l/n

jeffezoff Where did you two go?

harryfan2 moustacherry fans rrIISEEEEE

harryfan3 wish my bf supported me with tshirts like that

jamescorden Tequila anyone?

harrystyles I am planning on wearing that tshirt tomorrow.

yourinstagram @/harrystyles the tshirt but nothing else please

gemmastyles @/jamescorden They aren’t coming back for tequila….

[averyakuma]

Forgotten

Pairing: Muichiro Tokito X gn reader

Plot: You and Muichiro were the two youngest hashiras, which led to a relationship between you two. All was so well until something happened at his latest mission..

A/N: I didn’t mean to disappear on you guys, I finally got some motivation and ideas to write, hope you like the angst :]

You were sitting near the entrance of the butterfly estate, dipping your legs into the pond to clear your mind. You had so much going on at the moment, duties of being a hashira, training, and honestly your mental health. You were always mentally sane because of muichiro, he would always soothe you and help you calm down whenever you needed him. But he wasn’t here for you. He was on a mission.

It always freaked you out when he went on missions, he always reassured you that he would be okay and that he will try to return safely. You always thought of the worst, and all the bad things that could possibly happen to him. The worse thing is him losing his memory again. You remembered it was incredibly difficult to talk to him at first, but after regaining his memory, it was easy as pie.

His crow soared the sky, cawing that he has been badly hit on the head, and needs medical attention as soon as possible. Your eyes widened at this, immediately heading towards the butterfly estate. Shinobu and the girls who worked at the estate surrounded him, not leaving a single gap to look at him. You stood frozen at the headboard of the room, fiddling with your fingers. Aoi placed a hand on your shoulder, patting it.

“I’m sure he will be just fine, he just needs a little rest that’s all.” She reassured you. “I really hope so.”

Weeks had gone by, he was still recovering. You always tried to leave letters or trinkets for him on the table to the side, but none of them would let you visit him. It confused you, they all knew you and muichiro were a thing, and you were told he was awake, just resting his body.

One night, when everybody was at their own stations, you wanted to just give him a goodnight kiss on the forehead, as well as a heartfelt letter to show your gratitude and affection towards him. You hummed as you walked down the hallway, about to take the turn into his room, someone had placed their hand on your shoulder. It’s Tanjiro.

“Tanjiro? What are you doing here?..” you mumbled, trying to keep quiet. “Please don’t go in there.. I don’t suggest it..” Tanjiro saddened. Why is everybody stopping me from visiting him?.. You took a peak, your eyes widening.

“I think you’re the most prettiest girl ever Aoi..” Muichiro mumbled. He squeezed her hand as he kissed her knuckles. Aoi with flushed cheeks, replying, “Why thank you..”

“What?..” you covered your mouth, gasping, you look back to Tanjiro, immediately wanting to know what is happening. This has to be some joke right? Right?.. “I’m sorry you have to find out this way..” Tanjiro frowned. “Why didn’t anybody tell me?..” you start to tear up. Tanjiro took your hand and walked you outside, sitting you down.

“Nobody wanted you to be heartbroken, but we all knew you would’ve figured out sooner or later..” He mumbled as he patted your back. “But why didn’t nobody stop it! It’s not- it’s not!” You curled up, tears running down your eyes, like a waterfall. Tanjiro then turned to you, explaining that when Muichiro got hit, it on his head, making him lose his memory once more. He didn’t lose much, but he didn’t remember who was the special girl that he was dating, you.

Aoi was in charge of taking care of him, later on in the weeks muichiro had fell head over heels for her, giving her hints that he did. “Thats basically all of it..” he mumbled. You covered your face out of embarrassment, envy, anger, uncontrollable emotions that was definitely not joy. “He.. he promised me he would be my lover till the very end.. He was the one.. I really thought so..” you mourned harder. Tanjiro let you cry into his shoulder, patting your back. You remembered all the memories you had with him, when he confessed, when you both first said I love you to each other, every single little thing that shown affection to each other.

Flashback

“Muichiro I don’t know what to pick.. red bean or matcha..” you groaned as you looked at the stand of sweets. Muichiro chuckled and picked up one. “You should pick this one, it matches your eye color.” You had flushed cheeks, picking up a blue sweet. “Then.. you should pick this one.. to match your eyes” You grinned. You both bought the sweets and sat down on a hill, watching the fireworks.

“You know.. I’m pretty glad I choose this sweet.” Muichiro mumbled as he took a bite of it. “How come?” “Because it’s the color of the eyes of the most prettiest girl in the world.” He smiled, looking at you for a response. You blushed, smiling softly. “You have something on your chin.” You wiped it away, already closed to his face. He smiled, placing his hand over yours and squeezes it gently. He then leaned in and kissed you on the lips, eyes closed.

“I love you..”

“I love you too Muichiro..”

Back to present

After the encounter of the sight, you had gone quiet at all meetings with others. The other pillars knew you were distancing yourself from Muichiro, as all he thought about was his new girlfriend; Aoi. They allowed you distance yourself from him, talking to you to let you get away whenever Muichiro tried getting to know you or hang out, even master Kagaya knew.

“Do you think you will be alright without him?..” Mitsuri asked out of worry. “I.. I don’t know..” you mumbled looking at the awful sight of Muichiro and Aoi sharing their first kiss at the same hill you and him shared your first kiss, under the fireworks. “Is there anything we can do?..” Rengoku frowned. You turn to face away from the sappy scene, sighing.

“The worse thing about it is we’re still together. Even though he’s with her we haven’t officially called it off.. And there’s nothing I can do about it.”

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Taisho Secret!

Muichiro would always remind you that no matter what, if he ever forgotten about you and the whole relationship you shared, he will always love you no matter what.. even if he got with another girl.

“You can’t say that Muichiro!”

“You need to accept that if I do, and you need to move on from me if I date another girl.”

“…”

“I’ll still love you deep down in my heart, no matter what.”

Another Taisho Secret! (Spoilers!)

When Muichiro was on the verge of death after Kokushibo was defeated, he suddenly remembered the relationship he shared with you before Aoi. He cried endlessly until his last breathe, mumbling these words.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to break your heart.. I still love you..”

Only gyomei was the one who paid attention to what he said, knowing who he was referring too, then covering his eyes.

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I Lowkey was not intending to write today, it just popped up inside of my head, lol. Hope you enjoyed reading, and let me know if you want a Part Two to this! I can’t guarantee I’ll write more but I’ll try. :]

(Was not crying while writing this definitely not)

[friendship-ditch]

hii! how r u? 💗

i would KILL for katniss headcanons about her and the reader living in district 13 (at the beginning of mockingjay pt1). just katniss and the reader trying to heal from the games with each other’s love. 😼

skip if you don’t want to obv

Temporary Home

(Katniss Everdeen x Fem Reader) ❀

Summary: After being rescued from the Quarter Quell, you and Katniss try to adapt to life in District 13.

Warnings/Notes: Slight mentions of suicide and mental illness but that’s it—Also, thank you for the request! I’m sorry this one is so short, I have another, longer D13 story in the works and didn’t want to use all my ideas

Word Count: 1416

“Y/n?”

You sat up in your bed, jolting awake from the voice. You looked around at the unfamiliar setting, the IV in your arm, the dim yellow lights in the walls and the flashing screens…

Katniss was standing at the end of your bed. She was in the same cloth gown as you, her dark hair messy and wild, and her eyes blank. She’d heard you crying in your sleep and had been clearly doing the same.

“Hey…” You rasped, wiping your face. You brushed the sheets aside as she took a seat beside you. “Are you okay?”

“Are you?” Katniss met your gaze with knowing eyes. When you shook your head, she shuddered a little. “Nobody’s okay down here…”

“No.” You agreed quietly, trying to keep your voice down so as to not alert the guards patrolling the halls.

After landing in District 13, the two of you were shipped off to the mental facility pretty far down. You hadn’t seen each other in a day or two, and you certainly weren't supposed to be with each other at the moment but Katniss was always a master at sneaking out.

Her shaky arms snaked around yours and she planted her chin on your shoulder, seeking affection and warmth like a lost child. Her District had been blown to bits and she’d found out only days ago, adding onto the pile of worry and grief in her mind.

As for you, well, you couldn’t return to your District now, not with everything going on. If you so much as stepped foot back there you’d either be shot by a Peacekeeper for the Capitol, or murdered by a Rebel of District 13, of whose base you were currently in now. You’d spoken to the President only once and she’d assured you that down here, you were an ally to the rebels and loyal to their cause, so you were safe, but you just couldn’t be sure.

“They keep telling me I need sleep.” Katniss whispered softly in your ear, her uneven breath tickling your neck, your arm coated in the cold sweat from her hands. “They don’t want me to walk… they don’t want me to do anything. I feel like a prisoner.”

“I think that’s how they work down here.” You whispered back. “At least for now… They don’t trust us enough to be alone, they think we’ll break and kill ourselves.”

“I thought about it.” Katniss’s mumble was quiet as if this was no big deal. “But… I’m with you now. I need you, please, y/n, I can’t be down here by myself.” Her voice was edged with panic as her heart began to race, mind flashing with images of losing you, the one thing keeping her sane, once more. “Y/n, please, please don’t let them take me.”

You wrapped your arms around her and pulled her flush against you. She melted into your hug with a broken whimper cut off as she buried her face into your neck.

“I won’t let them.” You murmured. “I promise.”

“Y/n…”

“I promise.” You repeated with a kiss to the top of her head.

Katniss slowly nodded, her breath calming down as she clung to you like a koala. You laid with her in your arms and the two of you slept peacefully through the night.

When the doctors believed you were both stable enough to be let out of the mental hospital, they urged you two share a living quarters and stuck you in there without much else instruction.

Primrose came and gave you two the most basic tour and made sure she was in the same lunch hour. She kept you guys company and helped you get used to the strict rules of this new militaristic life.

Katniss was a little less willing to adapt. She didn’t have to take up a job or wake up as early as everyone else as she had agreed to be the Mockingjay, and was deemed too mentally unstable. So when the two of you were apart, she wandered the long empty halls uneasily when she wasn’t busy.

It was somewhat of a nice break from the horrifying world that had become the surface above. District 13 would never be home, and you would never feel completely comfortable down there, but it was safe, somewhat.

It wasn’t safe from the nightmares, though.

Nothing could stop those.

Especially for Katniss.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re okay, you’re safe.”

The words tumbled out of your mouth, effortless like a waterfall, but frantic nonetheless. You were sitting on the edge of her bed, eyes still adjusting to the dim yellow light of your living quarters. It wasn’t a pleasant glow but it was enough to see what and who had caused all of the ruckus.

Katniss was practically curled up around your arm. She was soaked in a cold sweat, her nails digging into your skin with a rarely shown strength and her breath ragged and quick. She wasn’t screaming anymore but she was still shaking, the images from her nightmare lingering in her mind.

“You’re alright.” You murmured, wrapping your arms around her. Her board-like body melted almost immediately and she slumped into your arms with a whimper. You kissed the top of her head. “I’ve got you.”

It took Katniss a few more moments to snap back to reality, but she did it with a heavy sigh of relief. She pulled her head out of the crook of your neck and glanced up at you apologetically.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice was a little hoarse. “I have nightmares.. almost every night.”

You knew this already. During your nightwatch in the Quarter Quell, you heard this whimpering sound and followed it back to camp, finding Katniss, curled in a ball, thrashing about from a nightmare. You’d soothed her with a hand on her side and she didn’t wake up, unaware of your actions.

“That’s okay.” You murmured, deciding to not mention the memory. “I get them too. They suck.”

Katniss nodded. Her eyes were pleading and teary and you laid beside her, letting her lean into your grip. She rested her head against your shoulder and you held her close.

“It’s not like being down here helps.” You said a few seconds later, scanning the room once more with distaste.

The living quarters the two of you were sharing weren’t bad at all, just… very plain and industrial, as was the rest of the District. Primrose, who was asleep in the room next door, had told the both of you that every room was designed the same to be as efficient and equal. You couldn’t help but wonder if the President’s living quarters were the exact same.

Katniss chuckled weakly at your joke. Her heart had begun to calm down but her breath was still heavy. “You’re right about that.” She mumbled. “I miss the sky and the trees…” she trailed off before she could add the words District 12.

“I miss having a free will.” You chimed in and she nodded softly. You kissed her forehead this time and hugged her a little tighter. “But.. we’re safe here. At least for now.”

She smiled faintly at you, closing her eyes for a moment and letting out a heavy sigh. “You think so?”

“I do.” You nodded, stroking her hair now. “I know it doesn’t seem like it.. But I think we’ll be able to heal here, at least just a little. “We won’t be apart anymore, we won’t be in the games, we.. well, you, technically, kind of have special privileges…”

Katniss giggled softly and looked up at you. She pressed a kiss to your cheek and then snuggled her head onto your chest. “That’s true.”

“Mhm.” You kissed the top of her head in return. “Now… how about you get some sleep, and then tomorrow we’ll see if we can use those privileges and maybe take a visit to the surface.”

This idea seemed to settle Katniss even more and she closed her eyes, a small, real smile still on her face.

“Love you..” She murmured softly. “So much…” Her voice was drenched with sleep.

“I love you too.” You whispered back as she fell asleep on your chest. You smiled a little and closed your eyes as well, falling asleep beside her in your new, temporary place of rest, with the one person that could make anywhere, even a place like District 13, feel like home.

[badsongpetey]

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Part 5

Keith is smirking at him, so Lance clears his throat and tries again. “I came back, yes.”

Keith cocks his head slightly. “Why?”

“Wha… Why?! Seriously?!”

Keith furrows his brow and folds his arms over his chest, looking serious, and adorable, shut UP brain. “Nobody ever comes back. Why did you?”

Lance sputters out a disbelieving laugh, “Because…” he gestures aggressively at all of Keith.

Keith’s frown deepens as he looks around himself trying to see what Lance is indicating. Ok, I’ve got myself a beautiful idiot, I’ve worked with less Lance muses.

“YOU!!” Lance yells loud enough that Keith startles and some birds fly out of the trees above them. “Um, ah, I came back because of you… I guess.”

“You… weren’t scared?” Keith asks.

“Of you? Oh you betcha. You were terrifying.” Lance affirms.

At this news Keith stands a bit taller, puffing out his chest. “I protect my water from all intruders.”

“Your water?” Lance jerks his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the waterfall.

Keith nods. “I protect it and all life that lives near its flow, and in turn it sustains me.”

Lance isn’t 100% sure what that means, but he’s about 78%, so he nods slowly back. “And me and Hunk… I just barged on in. I… I’m sorry.”

Keith squints at Lance as if trying to parse out his meaning, then looks away. “Okay.”

Lance resists the urge to prompt the cryptid on how to graciously accept an apology, the guy clearly doesn’t get out much. “You didn’t hurt me, us, though.”

Keith cocks his head at this. 

“You said you protect this waterfall, but you didn’t try to hurt me.” Lance elaborates.

Keith snorts. “You weren’t a threat.” He deadpans.

Lance huffs, offended. “I’ll have you know that I am MORE than capable of being a threat.” Keith snorts again. “I just have manners.” Lance sniffs.

“Which is why you threw yourself into MY waterfall.” Keith retorts.

“Well, that’s… I… I mean, it’s not like there were any “no trespassing” signs or anything! Like who the hell would think that there’s a…” he gestures emphatically at Keith again, “a… a… YOU in there!! What are you anyways?” Okay, that last question was a bit blunt, but he’s flustered and this Keith is growing more annoying than frightening by the second.

“I’m a Water Dragon.” Keith’s response interrupts Lance’s internal monologue.

“You’re a dragon?”

“Yes.”

“But you’re furry.”

“Yes.”

“But dragons aren’t furry! They’re scaly, and have horns and wings and live in caves filled with treasure!” Lance waves in hands in a “clearly I’m a sane person” sort of fashion.

Keith scoffs, “Please, tell me more about dragons.”

Maybe it’s Keith’s disdainful expression, or maybe it’s because his idiot brain finally reminds him that he’s not talking to some dude in the woods, and is actually having a conversation with a cryptid, and doesn’t actually have the authority to tell Keith what he is or is not, but Lance decides arguing with the “dragon” probably isn’t his best move.

“Sorry.” Lance mutters, then sighs. “You’re just not like any dragons I’ve read about.”

“Clearly.”

“Hey! I said I was sorry, okay?” Lance snaps.

Keith glowers at him, mouth fixed in a hard line. Lance winces, no matter how irritating Keith is, and he definitely is, if Lance doesn’t watch it, he WILL get eaten.

They stand facing each other in silence, neither willing to give in, until Lance can’t stand it anymore.

“Well, sorry for intruding.” He grabs his backpack and turns to leave, “I’ll just get out of here now.”

Lance gets about five steps before… 

“Are you coming back?”

He turns to see Keith glaring fiercely at the ground and clenching his fists.

“I promise I won’t. And I won’t tell anyone else. You don’t have to worry.” Lance assures with more bitterness than he intended.

Keith’s expression darkens and Lance turns to go.

“I WANT YOU TO COME BACK!”

Lance stops and spins on his heel. “What??”

Keith is making possibly the most frustrated face Lance has ever seen another being make, and slowly, PAINFULLY, repeats himself. “I want you to come back.”

Now it’s Lance’s turn to blink mutely.

“Never mind.” Keith huffs angrily, “I don’t know…”

“I’ll come back.”

Keith’s head snaps up so fast he has to have pulled something.

“I’ll come back.” Lance isn’t sure what he’s doing, but he knows himself well enough to know that he can’t walk away from this. If nothing else, he’ll have some unbeatable bragging rights.

Keith’s back to finding the ground completely fascinating as he mutters a barely audible, “okay.”

“Okay.” Lance agrees only briefly considering the vast multitude of ways he might be crazy.

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I realized that this got a bit longer than I intended and posted it all on A03. Also there wasn't anything interesting to draw from this part, so the art is from part 6 :)

[giggly-squiggily]

hi🤭 you know me, i love suna :3

so could i request a ler suna lee reader fic? gn ofc^^

EE TYSM I LITERALLY LOVE WHEN YOU WRITE FOR HIM ITS SO GOOD

SUNA!!! :D Oh my god the boy! Mr. Bendy straw himself! YES! What are the words to describe how much I love this guy? Friend, I've gotcha covered!

This was supposed to be in combination of another fic request with the Miya twins; but I'm pretty sure Tumblr ate that one 😅 So eh; whomever asked for that; here you are! :D I hope y'all like it!

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

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“Ready…?” Atsumu waved a hand between the three of you, shaking with barely restrained mirth. You were no better, cheeks hurting from how hard you were smiling. Only Osamu seemed sane- cool as a cucumber.

“Wait-” Suna stopped you, adjusting his phone. “Okay.”

“...Go!” Atsumu cried, the three of you shaking your fists. After three thumps, the results were in.

“YES!” You cried, jumping up and down with glee as the twins groaned- your scissors beating both their paper. “Come here!”

“Wait- wait we have to go agahahain!” Atsumu all but squealed when you charged him, grabbing his sides and squeezing rapidly. Beside you, Osamu joined in. “Nohohohohoho whhihihy mehehehe?”

“Winner gets to pick the target!” You cried back, stopping after a few seconds. The three of you returned to the circle, Atsumu rubbing his sides with a laugh. “Ready?”

“Steady…” Osamu added, dragging it out as Atsumu giggled. “Go!”

Another three thumps.

“DAMN!” Atsumu cried as his brother whooped, his cries of frustration turning into laughter when he was tickled once more. “Thihihis isn’t fahhahir! Y’lahahall have an ahahahliance!”

“Please- like we’d ever team up.” Osamu rolled his eyes, shooting you a quick wink that made you grin. Nearby, Suna gestured to Aran, handing him his phone.

“I want in.” He decided, joining your game.

“Yay! Suna’s gonna play! Suna’s gonna play!” You cheered, clapping. Atsumu whooped, and Osamu groaned.

“That’s right! You’ve got your alliance, I’ve got mine!” Atsumu ran over, throwing an arm around the blocker’s shoulders. “Isn’t that right, Suna?”

“I’m not aligning with anyone.” He prodded the blonde, making him spasm and giggle. “I’m just here to make things interesting for the video.”

“Sure sure. Y’all ready?” Osamu asked, putting his fist in. Four fists entered- only one could win. Ready…GO!”

Three thumps. Then..

“AHH!” You squealed when Suna’s fingers dug into your ribs from behind, the loss barely registering as you fell back into him. “Nohohohoho, dohohon’t!”

“Winner picks the target.” He growled playfully, going a second longer before releasing you. “Get ready, you’re the only one I’m aiming for.”

You blushed, the twins cooing at you both from their spots. Aran coughed over his laugh.

“Oh it is ON!” You declared back, more determined than ever to win. You were gonna wipe that smug look off his face.

The game went on, and as he promised; every win Suna gained he used on you. It was almost unfair, given how good of a tickler he was.

“Dahahhang it!” You cried when he won again, already laughing before he could touch you. “Yohohohu’re chehhahahting!”

“No way- I’m just good at this game.” Suna snickered, playfully clawing at your belly as you doubled over with  a squeal. “Say- next round’s winner should get a full minute to tickle someone.”

“Wahhat?” You cried. The twins gasped in glee.

“Yeah! Yeah! I’m gonna tickle ‘Samu so bad he’ll pee!” Atsumu cried in triumph, earning a kick from his brother.

“Shut up! I’m gonna win! You’ll be seeing stars when I’m done with you!” Osamu barked back, glaring. Seconds later the twins were having their own battle; their pushes and shoves quickly dissolved into a tickle war of their own. You leaned back into Suna as you watched them roll around in laughter.

“I think they forgot about the game.” You smiled as Aran carried on filming them, making commentary here and there.

“Good. They’re annoying.” You tsked as you looked back at him, but his smile snatched away the scolding on your lips. “Besides, I much rather play with you and you alone.”

“Is that so?” You turned in his arms, wrapping them around his waist as you stepped closer. “Well, in that case…game on.”

Suna blinked, confused. Then…

“AH!” He yelped out when you scratched into his back, clawing at the back of his ribs rapidly. Once he was down on his knees you ran for the hills- laughing the entire time. “(Y/N)!”

“Snooze you loose, Tarou~” You called back with a wink, flying out the gym doors with a howl of mirth as he gave chase.

You didn’t make it very far.

Worth it.

Thanks for reading!

[a-french-coconut]

Snippet #4

Will is dragging him back, towards the Empire State Building where it seems they’ll make their stand. 

Towards allies, friends, safety, as much it can be safe in a war. 

But away from the boy behind the smoke. 

“Travis, take us back with the others, it’s not safe here.” Will urges and he’s right, they are far from their own forces, surrounded by the titan army.  They should go, he should transport them back. 

Brown curly hair, blue eyes. 

He can’t get the guy’s face out of his mind. 

“Travis, whatever you are thinking about, you can think about it at the hotel.” Will says kindly, brushing off his face a strand of hair. “People need me.” 

He’s right, the voice of reason setting him in a straight path since they met years ago. 

His face behind the cloud, his reflection looking back at him. 

A choice, think fast. 

A fleeting hope, a ghost of his past or his boyfriend, real and here now, right in front him. 

Gotta make a choice, Travis, like you did six years ago. Leave or stay ? 

“Hold on to me, and don’t let go until I stopped.” He tells Will and he picks him up. As he takes off, as the world around him blurs and turns into a mess of colors and sounds, he thinks he ears it. 

He ears him.  

Travis ! Travis ! 

Too late, he’s gone. The Plaza Hotel stands before him, full of injured demigods needing Will’s help. 

“Come with me, Travis, I’m going to need an assistant now that-“ 

“I have to go back.” Will looks at him, bewildered, and with reason, what sane demigod would go back amidst the monsters. “It might be him.” 

Travis hates how Will’s shocked face turns into one of pity. He is the only one Travis ever told about Connor, and the one that was with him when he almost died. 

“I know, I know it’s a long shot.” Travis says. “But if there is the slightest chance, Will, if he’s alive, I have to go back. I can’t leave him again.” 

“You’re going to get yourself killed.” Will refutes. “Please don’t go.” 

“I’m sorry.” Travis whispers, his heart breaking at the anguish in his boyfriend’s eyes. It’s not fair to him, he already lost too much siblings, Travis knows he can’t be added to that list. But neither can he let go of Connor. “I’ll come back, I promise.”

“Travis, please.” Will takes his hand, refusing to let him go. “If you saw him, if it’s Connor, he saw you too. Is it’s him, he’ll make himself known. By Apollo, please wait.” 

“Will, I abandoned him. No, it doesn’t matter that I thought he was dead, I should have never given up until I found a body. And besides, he doesn’t have any way to…”  

No, no, he wouldn’t have kept it. But if he did, if he trusted him enough to keep it… 

“Travis ?” Will enquires. “What are you thinking about ?” 

“Maybe he has a way.” He says breathless, feeling truly hopeful for a long time. Stop, maybe it’s not him, don’t get too high or you’ll pummel hard. “Go with your patients, I promise I won’t do anything rash.” 

“Where are you going ?” Will yells after him as he runs towards the highest building he knows of. “The Empire State Building !” He shoots back. 

A red flare, a promise to find him wherever he is, after a guy from foster care tried to force them into two different families. It’s been years, gods know if the thing even still works. 

He barges through the building’s door, spectacularly ignore the guard’s attempt of authority and he wills the elevator to go faster. To the 102th floor he goes. 

It’s dawn, night morphs into day meaning they’ll get to rest before tonight’s new attack. It’s dawn, and multiples cloud of grey smoke whirl in the sky, a testimony of the battles happening on the ground. 

Travis looks over to where they just came from, but he only sees grey smoke. Nothing to worry about, the flare is old, he’s going to take time to work. 

He waits, and waits, and slowly, faith drains out of his body as the city’s skyline remains grey. 

He has a snack to hurt himself, doesn’t he ? To make himself hope only to see it squashed down by reality. 

Connor died six years ago, eaten by a cyclops, alone and scared. Tears pool in his eyes as he remembers his little brother. He doesn’t have any pictures of the both of them, but it’s alright. Every time he looks himself in the mirror, he sees what Connor could have looked like if he was still alive. He found comfort in that, in carrying a piece of Connor with him until he dies, and he scours the Underworld to find him again. 

Oh by Hermes, he has to get it together. He’s a counsellor, they need him and here he is, alone and looking for dead people. He turns back to enter the elevator but something stops him. 

A feeling, a childish and naïve feeling that if he looks one more time, it’s going to work. He scoffs and takes another step forwards. 

Look back, look again. 

It’s useless, there’s nothing to see, nothing to search for. 

But he does turn, heart dead set on seeing once again a grey sky. Nothing to lose except time, and he’s feeling rather petty against time right now. 

Flicker of red between the dark clouds. 

Don’t blink or it’s gone, don’t blink or you won’t see it again. 

But the red just keeps coming, swirling with the grey and climbing in the air. 

Light up the flare and wherever you are, I’ll come find you. 

Brown hair, blue eyes, same face, red flare. 

It can’t be anyone else. 

“Connor.” The name of his brother slips out of his mouth before he can stop it. He wants to scream it, to yell it so loud that the whole city will hear it. Travis only cares for one to hear it. 

I'm obsessed with this fic, maybe that's why I lack inspiration for the others, all of my writing cells are focused on this one 😅

[pebiejeebies]

How to get yourself a partner! By Pebie!! (PLEASE DONT DO THIS IRL ISTFG…!!!)

I’m so normal, btw this is very long, BUT I SWEAR ITS WORTH IT!1

First, act very innocent to said person! So they don’t suspect anything!!

It will give them a false sense of security,, and when they fall for it….

YOU SHOW THEM YOUR SURPRISE!!

Tip! Use your plot armor advantage!! They can’t complain if they’re in your game! :3c

Tch! Works every time 😋

Make sure to make them faint, or else the plan will fail :(

Once you get them to faint, OOOOHOHOOHOHOOOO!! LET ME COOK!!

Yep! It’s definitely what you think it is, no, not a simple boring tea party,

It’s a date!! :Oc but deceive them into thinking it’s just a tea party! So they don’t get creeped out :(

They will most likely ask for some tea to kill their head ache!! So offer some normal and safe tea!

Then you give them a false sense of security, I’ll tell you why soon :)

Give them stress and fear, but comfort them by your attitude! Like always speaking softly and kindly, despite the fact that they could DIE :P

Haha /ref to Fear garden!! Haha… ha..

No, but seriously it’s all harmless! Just keep toying with them for a while, until they slowly start to trust you despite your horrific behavior!!

Now, look at this!!

Once they see that your ill intentions weren’t true, they’ll trust you more!

But keep toying more and more until the its time!

Plus, recommend randomly disappearing for a while to make them feel scared with out you <:(c

again, so their trust slowly grows with each other!! <3

Again, keeeeepp toying, I promise it’s worth it

Being corny is sadly a part of this process, but it will let them trust you! :D

LOOK LOOK!! IT WORKED! BLUSHING IS THE FIRST SIGN!! ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY WRITE A WHOLE PARAGRAPH ABOUT YOUR KINDNESS!! :DD

LADIES, GENTLEMEN, AND ENBYPALS,,

WE GOTTEM!!!

(I’m so sane guys I’m sooooo sane… soo soo sans… hrggehehehgerg)

Yeah lol I have nothing to say,, but omfg do share your stories if you actually do this!! I’ll make an easier list of what you’re supposed to do

How to get: Fictional Partner

1 - Introduce yourself nicely and shyly to prevent any suspicions

2 - Make them faint

3 - Take them to the “Tea party” that is truly, a date

4 - Give them many false sense of security, but keep your genuine intentions pretty basic!

5 - Give them the option to leave, or…. 😋

YOYR VERY WELCOME!!

Peeps who wanted to taste my cooking!!

@cookieseals @salachy-part-two @plasky @fannybfdi-number1fan @axolkitkat @jazzberiperks

:D

[apocalypse-shuffle]

HOBIE BROWN | SPIDER-PUNK (atsv)

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“Pizza Time” (Hobie Brown & Gn!Reader)

| You, Hobie, and crew get called out to deal with a canon disturbance.

| SFW, canon typical action, team fic™️, my attempts at humor, one original spider variant, -gn!reader

| H/n=Hero name (Pic source: Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse (2023) movie)

| PART ONE

| 2k+ words

The sounds of an argument bounce off the walls of the hall leading to the transport station and Miguel’s office - if you wanted to call a floating platform and boundless walls of unfeeling shifting metal an “office” that was.

Hobie walks in, hands in his pockets and gait steady, already heaving a sigh.

“Level one! You’re sending us - me! - on a mission for a goddamn level one disturbance?”

A platform above you, thumb and forefinger pinching the bridge of his nose, Miguel groans. The sound borders on growl but you don’t buck an inch.

Hobie would totally be admiring the show of grit right now if he didn’t have something waaaaay better to do, but alas he does so he needed you to shush sooner rather than later.

“Are you crazy? I can do so much better than respond to some villain of the week!”

“Ay, dios mío, I can assure you I’m perfectly sane-”

“Huh,” Hobie scoffs. He’d sure like to hold a microscope up to that claim.

He swings his guitar ‘round to his front and leans against the wall otherwise silently, doing nothing but waving when Miguel’s sharp eyes snap to him. He does want to laugh at the way just his presence is causing the ever present crease in their - not their as in ‘his’ but their as in ‘everyone else’s’ - leader’s forehead but that’s something he’d have done last week and he rather liked his inconsistencies to stay just that; messing with Miguel was more fun that way.

So today he keeps mum. To an extent. Just feeling the way the headquarters’ walls hum with power against his back and watching with lidded eyes as you bark up Miguel’s tree.

Miguel averts his attention back to you and you’re clearly still giving him a nasty look if his eye roll means anything.

“You’re going. That’s not me asking, this isn’t up for debate. You want to work so bad, here you go.”

“Work? This is a glorified playdate at best-”

Alright. Time to cut and run. Hobie pushes off the wall, walking over to tug you back with the pads off his fingers. Grabbing onto skintight spandex isn’t some easy task so he sticks to you instead.

You stumble away with an irritated huff but Hobie talks over the barrage you’re likely about to release.

“Oi, cut the argy bargy! Don’t we got somethin’ to do?

Miguel turns with a nearly slackened expression - look at that he almost did something that wasn’t a scowl! - but gestures towards Hobie regardless.

When you do the same, turning to him like he’s gone and betrayed your whole bloodline, Hobie shrugs your gaze off and lets go of you. For the time being he needs you to be sated enough that he can get from under the security cameras he knows are up his knickers and nipping at his balls right now.

“For once we agree,” Miguel intones.

In response Hobie flips him off and right on cue that scowl makes its reappearance.

“Just go,” the man sighs.

Nearly in tandem you and Hobie give Miguel mock salutes. Hobie can tell you’re rolling your eyes under the mask but opts not to comment as Pavitr finally enters the room.

Miguel’s tense voice follows you all into the bright energy field that makes up the dimensional portal when you guys finally mobilize.

“Your mission parameters will be on your watches when you get there. H/n and Hobie you’ll be taking point. The Spider of the universe you’re being sent to is already on standby.” He heaves a sigh and you can just hear the way he’s attempting to rub out the halos in his vision. “And please try not to destroy another national monument.”

“No promises!”

The way Hobie’s words ring out into the spacious room is capped off by your raucous laughter as you both walk through the portal.

A blinding light flashes and then you’re traveling through a technicolor cavern, shot forward to your chosen destination by an invisible and unwavering current.

In almost no time at all you meet the timid air of Earth-159, the home of the self proclaimed:

SPECTACULAR SPIDER ╸MAID!

You breathe in cool damp air, taking a moment to ground yourself in the feel of yet another alternate New York before twisting around to confront your partner.

“Since when are you such a follower?”

You grumble the words with a no doubt demur turn of your lips and Hobie shrugs, shaking the stability back into his legs.

“Nah I ain’t never been that, don’t go puttin’ words in my mouth. It just so ‘appens that ‘is usual utilitarian act matched up with my plans for today, is all.”

“You? Plotting? What a surprise,” you chuckle and flip around - walking backwards - so you can watch him as y’all walk out on the other side of the portal. “I want in.”

He side eyes you, “You plan on keeping that big mouth shut anytime soon then? No usin’ what I tell you as ammunition against Miguel, and all that.”

Still walking backwards you chuckle lowly and press your lips together. Your pinched fingers come up to pantomime a zipper closing across the seam of your lips, you make a show of breaking then showing off the invisible zipper key, and finally toss the imaginary zipper away.

“Alright then,” he hums. “Keep your schedule open for tomorrow and I’ll spill.”

“Great.” You shove your hand in your pocket as you and him both catch up to a buzzing in place Pavitr.

He turns to you, shiney hair bouncing almost sadly to the left.

“Shouldn’t Maid be here already? What’s taking her so long?”

Before either of you can answer Pavitr the telltale thwip of a web-shooter meets y’all’s ears from a short distance and then a flash of red and yellow head to toe spandex catches everyone’s eye.

Spider-Maid lands in front of you all - after a series of well timed flips - with her hands on her hips. She flips springy curls over her shoulder.

“I swear I would’ve been here sooner, but there was a minor incident with Dr. Conners and she was shedding everywhere!” She lands in front of you three, hands flailing every which way. “Like, I’m talking huge slabs. And everything was slimy-!”

“Spider-Maid,” you cut her off and she goes stock still, head ducking.

“Sorry.”

Before you can reassure her yourself Hobie’s already laughing her apology off. He walks over, swinging an arm over her shoulder.

“Ain’t nothin’ to be sorry for, Mad Maid! Things goin’ as good as they sound?”

“Oh yeah!” She laughs and when Hobie shakes his hand out and holds his fist out for her to dap him up she happily fist pumps him. “Everything’s great! You know? Despite the dimensional disturbance in my world apparently. Do you guys have eyes on that by the way?”

You shrug, “Honestly? I was hoping you did. You know Miguel prefers the ‘throw the baby in the deep end and let them figure it out’ method of learning.”

“Yeahhhh,” she nods. “Swim or die sounds about his speed.”

“Oh it is definitely his speed,” Pav says.

The sigh you let out comes from your bones. Pavitr is barely out of his superhero teething phase and he’s already picked up on how much of a hardass Miguel is, and Maid isn’t too far behind him either.

God the Spider Society was a mess.

A rush of people running from behind a pizzeria halts any further conversation. You all tense in unison, a cluster of fine tuned spiders ready to jump headfirst into danger. Hobie and you glance at one another.

A series of head tilts and hidden eyebrow raises commences before Hobie finally sighs and clears his throat.

“Alright, here’s how we’ll do things! I’ll go check whatever that was out and the rest of you look for any more signs of the disturbance, yeh?”

“Form a parameter and then scour it,” you add and he nods his agreement.

Everyone else then acknowledges the plan and y’all break up with you officially on spider-sitting duty by yourself.

For the first couple minutes things go smoothly enough. There’s no sign of the disturbance but there’s no more screaming people either, and Hobie seems pretty nonplussed - if a little humorous - at what it is he finds.

Barely enough time passes for you to start giving the two Spiders with you secondary instructions on what to look for when tracking someone before Hobie’s voice cuts through the calm.

“Ow! Shit!”

From the roof beside the one you're on Pav stops in his tracks and Maid - sticking to the side of the same building - slips. She clips her chin a little bit you’re too preoccupied to address it. Or catch the sigh of relief she lets out at that.

Your brows furrow beneath your mask and you eventually turn away from the now tense teens, glancing at the building Hobie disappeared behind.

“Hobie? Status?”

“There’s these fuckin - Ow!’” He yelps, still over coms. “Pudgy horned animal…things round the corner - shit! - and they are not as cute as I first thought!”

“Shit,” you grunt.

Maid waves to get your attention, crawling over the edge of your roof and running up to you.

“Can I?”

Maid and you turn to give each other a look. You shrug at her.

The brunette spider makes a jerky motion towards where Hobie’s run off to. From behind your mask you raise a brow and she catches on surprisingly fast for someone who isn’t used to hanging around other capes 24-7. For instance you can also tell that her eyes are saucer wide behind her mask.

“Do you think I should…go?”

“Somebody should!” Hobie yells, bordering on shrill even with his low timbre, and you start shoving at the girl to leave.

“I- yeah I think you should go. You’ll do fine. Me and Spider-man #2 over here can handle the main anomaly on our own.”

“Hey! Why am I number two?”

A call of Pav’s, Maid’s, and then your moniker comes from your wayward member, and Maid raises a hand to shoot off a web.

“Are you-?”

“We got this,” Pav cuts in. His tone is nearly melodic and you chuckle. “We’ll just split up like that old cartoon from the 70’s!”

Maid nods, leaving you two alone in just a few swings.

You turn to Pavitr as you both jump down to the street for a new vantage point. “You talking about Scooby-Doo?”

“What?” He laughs with a shake of his head. “Oh no I was talking about the Groovy Detective Crew-”

A high pitched scream ends that line of conversation. Instantly you and Pavitr are back to back, fighting stances coming naturally to you both.

“Guys! What was that?”

Your eyes track over the low roofs of the buildings surrounding the square you’re in, heart hammering in your chest.

“Yeah, that was definitely Hobie! I’ve got eyes on him now and there's something holding onto him, but I got it!”

Hobie starts yelling again, clearly being jerked around if the way his voice is cutting in and out means what you think it does.

“Bloody ‘ell it’s got my fuckin’ arm!”

Then Maid’s voice is added to the mix.

“Oh that’s just- that’s freaking disgusting.”

The question is on the tip of your tongue when you catch a glimpse of something not quite right banking the opposite corner from your teammates.

“Wait Pav.”

You point out a pair of little black boots rounding a corner, the disturbance cackling as it goes, and you and Pav are in pursuit seconds later.

“Hey guys! I think we found the main anomaly, we’re going after it now!”

The moment you and Pavitr swing past the corner you're met with the…thing? It’s already squaring up to you, that much is clear, its feet firmly planted as it stares you down from the other end of the street.

You scowl, planting your own feet even as your mind stalls.

Problem is you can’t really make sense of what you’re seeing. Subconsciously your head tilts as well, and beside you Pavitr makes a small incensed noise. There’s a lot of red but you can’t be sure if it’s blood or…or sauce(?), and there's just an absurd amount of glinting toppings stuck to the thing.

Hobie’s voice cracks through your stupor.

“H/n! You lot find the issue yet? What is it?”

“Well it’s- uh…is a-” your head tilts the other way, mouth going agape with your scowl. “Um…”

“Well spit it out already!” Over the line Hobie grunts, breathing out a curse as something presumably hits him. Maid’s higher grunt of impact follows.

Honestly there’s no good way to describe what you're looking at. You’re not even entirely convinced it isn’t a hallucination.

“It’s- it’s a…pizza?”

“Pizza? What the bloody fuck are you going on about? Pav, help me out here mate.”

Problem is Pavitr’s still just as confused as you. The boy’s so perplexed that it’s like he hasn’t even heard Hobie by the time he next speaks.

“Is that…sanitary?” Pavitr questions.

Yeah, you're kind of wondering that too. Regardless of that though - you shake your head - you still had a job to do.

Clearing your throat you straighten, projecting your voice a good couple of feet beyond you. “Who are you?”

The thing, all wet plops of itself falling to the floor and wafting garlicky scent, looks up at Pav and you slowly. You can’t tell if the two sharp points at what appears to be the top of it, even covered in a lion’s mane of fur, would be considered its shoulders or not.

It gives a hearty chuckle.

“After today - when you Spiders’ heads are skewered on the tip of my mighty spear - I’ll be the most dangerous of them all.”

TBC…

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!

Let’s say Gwen was on another mission or something and that’s why she’s not in this. Idk, I just didn’t want to write a whole bunch of characters. I’ll introduce Gwen later. I’m not very confident in everyone’s portrayal here either but I’m giving it a try so bare with me.

Also, funnily enough, I decided to name Earth-159's Spider-Woman Spider-Maid because Earth-159 in DC comics is an alt universe where Lois Lane was sent from the dying planet of Earth to Krypton (in the reverse of Clark) where she then becomes that worlds version of Superman, Supermaid. Apparently.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it! this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

[noctuaism]

(manga/anime spoilers!!!!!! angst, sorry you guys I’m preparing for shibuya, someone tell anime gojo his canon event and get him out, I can’t handle another 3 years of this the only thing keeping me sane is the manga, I hope you guys are ready for next week, I edited this a little from my previous post.

anyways I was listening to MARINA and gojo is so Bubblegum Bitch please tell me you guys get me)

kissing gojo before he goes on one of his longer business trips always leaves you a little sad, the feeling of longing lasting in your heart till he comes back. when he does comeback he takes your face in his warm hands and kiss’ you like you hung the stars and moon in the sky. it never mattered what you were doing when he came back, whether you were cooking or asleep or watching TV. he’d always make sure to cup your cheeks and kiss you like you were the only thing that ever mattered. except this time he doesn’t. he doesn’t come home. the news of the situation in shibuya comes to you through shoko. you barely hear what she says after that, a numb feeling overcoming you as you think back to the kiss paired with a promise to return safely before he’d left, the sadness slowly turns into an all consuming emptiness. and with that you wait. you wait with a broken heart, a broken promise and no warm hands to cup your face, kissing away the tears as they fall.

[iguessitsjustme]

Takara's Treasure Ep 9 & 10 Thoughts

I’ve come to the disastrous realization that there is still 5 hours (apparently) until episode 10 drops. So I get to watch episode 9 and then I have to WAIT. What am I going to do during that time? Correct. The answer is suffer. You guys won’t realize cause both episodes are together, but I’ll know. Anyway. Under the cut:

Every time Takara smiles, an angel gets its wings.

Stop it man, you’re gonna kill him.

I’m scREAMING

No seriously I’m NOT okay

COLOR CODED MARBLES MY BELOVED

This is the face of a man in love but he’s facing turmoil because of it. What does he need to tell Taishin on the mountain?

This show keeps making me SCREM

I didn’t say much because I was too busy SCREAMING anyway now I need to wait to watch episode 10. Alas. Such is life.

God I only had to wait like five hours for this episode and it nearly killed me. My hat’s off to those who watched this show week to week. You are far stronger than I. But yay! Time for episode 10!

Miss Ma’am if you do not explain RIGHT THIS INSTANT why your arm is IN A SLING

Aw his sister missed him. That’s sweet. But girl. Don’t panic him like that. I caused less worry when telling my older brother that [redacted even though I’ve mentioned it before but I don’t want to mention it now]. Girl. You gotta not panic people.

Noisy sidewalk people…now is NOT the time. Go AHWHAY.

Is that the first time that we’ve seen Takara actually call Taishin by name? Normally he just starts talking to him. I’m in love.

I LOVE and ADORE Taishin’s mother. Literally. Anyone who can make Takara smile LIKE THAT? And also talk about radishes. And just be so warm and welcoming? And lowkey funny. I wish she had been in more of the show.

Boy I guarantee your boyfriend wants to see you. I PROMISE you he wants to see you.

I fucking TOLD you he wants to see you.

NOISY SIDEWALK PEOPLE NOW IS NOT THE TIME I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL END YOU WITH A LOOK.

No YOU’RE a sobbing mess. Me, I am fine. Not a tear in these eyes. (this is actually not a lie but there are tears in my HEART okay?)

Taishin is weirdly good at communicating.

TAISHIN. I’M SCREAMING OMG HE DID IT! <-currently out of control and losing their mind. Don’t worry about a thing though. They’ll calm down in 9-10 business weeks.

I feel completely sane. What a good show. Give me the spinoff right. now. please and thank you.

[xiubaek-13]

Definitely, Maybe

Genre: Fluff.

Pairing: Hoshi x Reader

Word Count: 1,851

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex, mostly fluff honestly, kissing, mentions of alcohol but no one is drunk.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this. Just a little something my brain word vomited onto a page in the last hour. Not even remotely edited.

The thumping bass from the party was deafening. You could feel your bones vibrating along to the music as you danced your heart out. You needed this night to unwind, silently thanking Cheol for managing to have his party on the same day that the universe seemed to have it out for you. You managed to wake up late, get a flat tyre, have coffee spilt on you less than five minutes after arriving at work and then you got chewed out by your boss because someone else in your team had fucked up. By the time you got your lunch, you were already venting to your friends in your group chat about your bad, no good, terrible day. 

[12:45pm] Hannie: Wow, who did you piss off in a past life?

[12:45pm] You: Someone who wants vengeance apparently.

[12:45pm] Shua: This is all because you refuse to sleep with your boss.

[12:45pm] You: Not happening. Really wish you’d stop suggesting it.

[12:45pm] Hannie: Shua might have a point…

[12:45pm] You: Why am I even friends with the two of you? 

[12:46pm] Gyu: Shua, are you trying to get her fired?

[12:46pm] Shua: Uh, no? Clearly I’m trying to get her promoted. 

[12:46pm] Cheol: 9pm. My place. Drinks, probably not much food, dancing and poor decisions. Guaranteed to make you feel better.

[12:46pm] Dino: Awesome! Party at Cheol’s. Tell everyone!

[12:46pm] Vernon: Have you guys seen this cat pic?

[12:46pm] Shua: Subtle change of subject there.

[12:46pm] Cheol: I’m busy with reports and am not on team peer pressure our friend into fucking their boss. 

[12:47pm] DK: Party! See everyone tonight.

[12:47pm] Jun: Is your boss hot?

[12:47pm] Woozi: Isn’t Kihyun your boss?

[12:47pm] You: Yes.

[12:48pm] Hannie: So you admit that your boss is hot.

[12:48pm] You: No! I was answering Woozi. 

[12:48pm] Shua: Sure Jan.

[12:48pm] Wonwoo: *popcorn*

[12:48pm] Woozi: Yeah I’m on team don’t fuck your boss if you were wondering.

[12:49pm] You: Someone else in this group is sane. Thank you.

[12:49pm] Woozi: np

[12:49pm] Vernon: So that’s a no on the cat pic then.

[12:49pm] Seungkwan: It’s not really a question of if you should do it. You CAN’T do it. 

[12:49pm] You: Not sure if this is helpful or an attack…

[12:49pm] Seungkwan: I’m on your side ffs! I’ll disown you if you fuck him.

[12:50pm] Hao: Still sounds a bit judgemental ngl.

[12:50pm] Wonwoo: *popcorn*

[12:50pm] Gyu: Yeah, sounds a bit like if she did do it, you’re going to slut shame her out of the friendship.

[12:50pm] Hoshi: I didn’t know Kihyun was your boss!  

[12:50pm] Hoshi: Can I send his gift to your office for you to pass on? Please?! 

[12:50pm] You: Hoshi, why are you sending my boss a gift?

[12:50pm] Hoshi: I was at his wedding a few weeks ago and forgot to drop my gift off.

[12:51pm] Shua: Ok maybe don’t fuck your boss.

[12:51pm] You: Finally you speak some sense!

[12:51pm] Shua: At least not until he’s out of the honeymoon phase.

Cheol removed Shua from the group

[12:51pm] Dino: I approve.

Hannie added Shua to the group

[12:52pm] Shua: Wow. The audacity Cheol.

[12:52pm] Cheol: Fight me.

[12:53pm] Vernon: thislilfloofyguystoebeans.jpeg sent.

[12:53pm] Wonwoo: Cute.

Cut to 11pm, you’ve been dancing with your friends and drinking whatever strange concoctions Jun keeps bringing you. You only finished the ones that tasted good, disposing of the less palatable ones when he wasn’t looking. Water and fresh air began to call to your soul so you excused yourself from the hyper and tipsy group who were currently having a dance off to Psy’s ‘Gentleman’. Cheol let you go after you promised that you weren’t leaving to go home.

You made your way into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water then made a beeline for the verandah. The cool air was a welcome change to the makeshift dance floor downstairs. You could still hear the bass from the music but it was muted now that bricks, mortar and semi soundproof glass separated you from it. It had been awhile since you’d gotten to unwind like this with your friends. It was a pleasant change to the monotony of work, eat ,sleep, repeat.  You leant on the balcony and let yourself zone out as you looked at the view from Cheol’s apartment. You wished you could see the stars more clearly but that was one of the compromises city living required. 

A hand lands on your shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze. The gesture was innocent but because your mind had been elsewhere you nearly jumped out of your skin from shock. A soft laugh came from behind you and you immediately knew who it was. Hoshi. “Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you.” 

You wave your hand to calm him down. “It’s ok Hoshi, I must have really let my mind wander while I was looking at the view. I didn’t even hear you come out here.”

He smiles at you, moving to stand next to you so he can look out at the view as well. “Yeah, it is something isn’t it?”

“Mmmhmm.” You hum in agreement.

“You should see it at sunset. Sometimes it looks like the entire city is ablaze… which sounds much worse than it is.” He laughs awkwardly. “I’m trying to say that it’s pretty.” His hand grazes your arm as he leans on the balcony, the action sending a fluttering feeling to your stomach. Weird. That wasn’t a feeling you ever associated with him and he was an affectionate person so it wasn’t rare for him to touch you.

You weren’t sure what was different about this touch. You wanted him to do it again, to see if that feeling was a fluke or if it would happen again. You were staring at his arm, not noticing how his gaze softened as he watched you. He decides to throw caution to the wind and call you out on it. “Hey, my eyes are up here y’know.” 

You felt your face heat up in embarrassment as you realise you’ve been blatantly staring at him. You didn’t know what had come over you but you felt like you were seeing him for the first time. Hoshi had always been in your friend group, and the two of you had always gotten along but you had never felt some type of way about him. Until now apparently. Obviously you were going to have to play it cool since he’s always treated you like family so there’s no way he would look at you and feel any type of way but familial. Which was ok. 

“Cute.” He smiles at you, poking your cheek when your eyes don’t meet his. “Hey, why are you embarrassed?”

“I’m not okay?” You huff, which only causes his smile to grow. “Shut up.” 

“I didn’t even say anything!” He grabs your chin and lifts your head, forcing you to look up at him. “But you are very cute when you’re embarrassed.” You stare into his eyes, unable to look away. He waits to see if you’ll look away but you don’t. You stare at him like you’re seeing him clearly for the first time in your life. You see the shift in his gaze as it moves from confused to curious to something more. “If you keep looking at me like that I’m going to kiss you.” Before you can begin to process his words, you feel the soft press of his lips on yours, the moment sending electricity throughout your body. You were too surprised by the action to kiss him back, and you feel him begin to pull back. Your brain finally snapped out of its daze and your lips chased his, not wanting the kiss to end. You press your lips into his, reciprocating the kiss. You feel him smile into the kiss as he realises that you want this, that you want him. 

He pulls you closer, causing a small gasp to escape your lips, and deepens the kiss as he allows himself to let go. His lips were soft and comforting but you could feel the desire that was there as well. His hand caressed your cheek before moving through your hair, down the back of your neck and settled on your waist as he pulled you closer. Your hands grip the front of his shirt, pulling him closer to you as you feel his tongue swipe across your bottom lip and you allow him access, wanting to feel more of him. You could taste one of those awful cocktails that he must have had earlier but you didn’t care.

The two of you broke apart to catch your breaths, the tension between you thick and heady. “I’m definitely not your boss, but would you like to get out of here?” He murmured as his fingers rubbed circles into your side.

“Only if you don’t mention my boss again.” You whisper.

He can’t stop himself from laughing which only sets you off as well. The palpable tension between you momentarily dissipates. “How does ramen at a late night diner followed by making out and some light groping sound?” He winks at you as he makes his proposition.

“Has that line ever worked for you?” Because you think it’s working on you. Because you think Hoshi might just charm the pants off you tonight if he’s lucky. Because you want him to keep kissing you. Because you want to see what else that mouth of his can do.

He shrugs as he waits for you to make a decision. “You tell me, this is the first time I’ve used it.”

“It shouldn’t work,” Except that he’s somehow perfected that dichotomy of silly and sexy. How had you never noticed before? What planet have you been living on to never notice before tonight? You could kick yourself.

“But…?” He asks, a hopeful smile on his face. How the fuck are you supposed to deny that face? From those warm and inviting eyes to those pinchable cheeks and that endearing smile. You couldn’t say no. Hoshi has always been someone who you found inviting but until very recently you hadn’t realised that the guy was actually hot. He’d always been the cute guy with a heart of gold but something had shifted for you in the past ten minutes. You were sober at this point so you couldn’t blame a haze of liquor for this epiphany. 

You grab his hand and smile. For some reason his cheesy pick up line has worked on you. Maybe you’re hungry, maybe his lips are just too inviting, maybe the warmth of your bodies is something you’re now thinking of exploring. “Let’s go.” You say. 

Maybe the truth is that you just have a crush on Hoshi and you’ve only just realised it.

A/N: Happy Birthday Hoshi. I had no plans on writing for him today but apparently my brain had other ideas so I hope you like it.

[unreliablesnake]

My new swag (Joel Miller x reader)

Summary: Joel's ex makes you snap, and it's revealed that you come from a rich family.

Note: This brainrot comes from me reading this amazing chapter of Summer Submission by @elvinaa. I just wanted the reader snap and reveal that she comes from a ridiculously rich family (like Nick in Crazy Rich Asians), making Allison and Sarah shut up at once. Thank you so much for giving me permission to write this!! / The title comes from this song because I've been listening to this on repeat while writing. /Not proofread or edited. I'll die on that hill one day.

Warnings: age gap, no outbreak, rich Joel.

It would have been a blatant lie if you said you weren't nervous. Joel was there by your side, promising a wonderful evening for the two of you, but you knew his ex-wife and daughter would also be there, which foreshadowed the upcoming drama. Why would they start and behave now of all times?

And just as expected, drama slowly unfolded. First Allison and Sarah made their snarky little comments, trying to anger you and Joel simultaneously. Then Charles started talking shit, giving you a glimpse into the series of lies those evil witches were spreading about you.

Then there were the looks of familiarity from people who had already known you and your family. But you knew they would keep their mouths shut about this. No one needed to know the truth, especially not Sarah or Allison. Oh, they would be a hundred times worse if they knew. A part of you wanted them to find out, the thought of the look on their faces being quite entertaining, but this wasn’t the right time or place for that.

Being in the company of Stella and Neal felt like a breath of fresh air. They were always so nice to you, making you feel safe and sane in the shitstorm you got yourself into by choosing Joel. You didn’t even know where you would be if they hadn’t taken you under their wings.

Sometimes you wondered if it was a good idea–staying with Joel, that is. Maybe you should just go home and leave this madness behind. Not because Sarah and Allison wanted you to leave, not because you were afraid of what they would do, but because that was the only way you could keep your remaining sanity and dignity.

“You okay?” Neal asked you on the dancefloor, knocking you out of your darkening thoughts.

Letting out a sigh, you thought about what to say. He could see right through you, there was no reason to lie. “Why am I here?” you asked him, being sure he would know what you meant by this short question.

Neal groaned, a sound that was accompanied by a disapproving look as he guided you. “Just breathe in, then breathe out. Calm down. They can’t hurt you with their stupid lies. I mean, they could, but I’m sure you can protect yourself. You don’t need anyone’s help, not even Joel’s.”

Maybe he was right; you shouldn’t let those vicious women get to you. So you put on a smile and gave Neal the sweetest look you could possibly manage. He couldn’t help but laugh as he complimented your sudden good mood, making you laugh as well. It felt nice. It felt warm. You were beginning to feel like yourself again.

“When was the last time you were at an event like this?” he suddenly asked when a slower song was playing and he held you closer than before.

You had to think about this for a moment. “A few years ago. I can’t even remember what the gala was for, but I sure as hell remember my adorable peach-colored dress and the way guys kept staring at me,” you replied dreamily, earning a smug smile from the man in front of you. “Oh, please, I went there with my dad. He chased away everyone.”

The two of you laughed at the thought, then he tilted his head to the side as he watched you. You cocked an eyebrow, having no idea what was going through his handsome head. Whatever it was, it drew a mischievous smile on his face.

“I remember what you wore at that Christmas party last year,” he suddenly said with a wide grin.

Of course, he was there. You attended the grandiose Christmas event your father’s company hosted for prominent people, feeling free and good because you onew no photos of you would get out from the event. Your father always made sure of that, no magazine was brave enough to take a risk. This way you knew Sarah wouldn’t find out, and so you had one less thing to worry about.

Your father introduced you to Neal himself, for some reason finding this young man worthy of meeting you. The two of you had fun, but at the end of the event you didn’t give him your number, and told him he shouldn’t risk stalking you on social media. He took the hint and let you be.

Before you could say anything, you noticed Joel on the side of the dancefloor, his eyes fixed on you. You watched him approach with a smile, honestly happy to see him. “Joel, did your conversation go well?” you asked sweetly.

Your innocent question kicked off a conversation between Joel and Neal that made you tense up. You didn’t like where this was going, and in all honesty, you found it ridiculous. Joel was jealous, it was clear as day, while Neal was having the time of his life messing with him.

When you made it to your table before the auction, Allison sprung into action, aiming at provoking you two until you broke. But you were done with their bullshit, and Joel didn’t seem to care much either. He put a hand on your thigh when Charles asked if you enjoyed the event, and his fingers tightened around your flesh when Allison made a few more unwanted comments.

You glanced over at Neal for a moment, thinking about how dancing with him was so far the best part of the night. Maybe it was the fact there was no drama with him around. Maybe it was the fact he knew the real you. Maybe both.

“Do you like it?” Joel asked with a gentle nudge.

Since you were zoning out, you had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. “Like what?”

“That painting,” he whispered, flashing a charming smile at you.

It was beautiful, you didn’t even deny it. But then he raised the white card that until now lay on the table and said, “Twenty thousand.”

You shot him a shocked look, demanding to know why he suddenly decided to bid for it, and when he said he wanted to buy it for you, you had a mental breakdown. He was going too far with this. You knew you had to stop him. But as you tried to come up with the plan to convince him to give up, you heard Neal’s voice from the other side of the table.

And that’s when these two–Joel and Neal–began their own stupid little bidding war. You tried to convince Joel once again, but he didn’t stop so you picked up a white card from the table and said, “Two hundred and fifty thousand!”

This shut them up. In fact, it shut everyone up.

You noticed the knowing smile that crept on Neal’s lips, but your attention was averted by Allison, who scoffed and said, “It’s easy to be generous with Joel’s money.”

It was rich coming from her, but you managed not to laugh at her statement. Sarah began to complain about you spending her father’s money, Allison joined the choir soon after, but you were more focused on Joel who was watching you with a serious expression on his face.

“What was that?” he asked.

“I snapped and bought the painting myself to stop you two morons,” you said, pointing at Joel first, then moving your fingers to point at Neal.

He laughed, seemingly having a little too much fun, but Joel was dead serious as his eyes burned a hole in you. “This is for charity,” he repeated his previous words. “And I’m still paying for it at the end of the day, so I should thank you for making a generous offer in my name.”

“Charity, my ass. It was all about winning. At least I had a good reason to buy this painting with my own money and support this cause due to my family history,” you said, having to bite on your lower lip before your tears would begin to fall because of the memories.

Joel’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t try to ask you about the my own money part of your speech despite having a frown on his face when you said it. Good. You wanted to forget this and enjoy the rest of the evening in peace.

But Allison had a different idea. She took a sip of her drink, then she said, “And how are you planning to pay for it? You said you were buying it with your own money after all.”

“Yeah, you don’t have that much money. Hell, you couldn’t even pay for your own dress,” Sarah said with a mean smile.

Oh, you poor thing, if you only knew. If Joel hadn’t shown up in the shop, you would have paid for everything yourself. But as she and her mother kept giving you those vicious looks, acting like rabid dogs ready to attack, you felt something snap in you.

“You know what? I’m not gonna stay here and listen to the two of you. You’re terrible, pathetic people, and you,” you said, pointing at Allison, “don’t even have money. Assuming I just spent Joel’s money was truly rich coming from you, the very woman who has been blackmailing him for more of his money that you don’t even deserve.”

Stella’s lips curled into a proud smile, while Neal silently clapped to cheer you on. You glanced down at Joel for a moment who had a very, very confused look on his face.

“I’ll go pay for the painting then I’m heading home,” you stated, talking mostly to Joel. “Have a good night, everyone.”

“What the hell?” you heard Sarah’s voice from behind you.

It was soon followed by Neal who said, “You know, her family has more money and power than you can even think of.”

He shouldn’t have said that, but it was water under the bridge now, you weren’t planning on going back and telling everyone to keep quiet about this little detail. So you walked outside, heading straight to one of the organizers to check where you could pay for the damn painting that you bought. You asked them to put a note on it, one that was intended for Stella who deserved this beauty for helping you so much throughout the past few weeks.

As you walked towards the front door, you heard a familiar voice behind your back. “Hey! Would you stop?”

“Why?” you asked before telling him how terrible you felt the whole night.

It had been a nightmare so far, and you told him that you weren’t expecting things to get any better. Then one thing followed another and he ended up saying something that deeply hurt you.

“I’m not the one making a scene. I don’t start fights, I finish them,” you informed him angrily, doing your best to keep your voice down. “Talk to your ex and daughter, get them to behave. Oh, and tell Allison that if she does or says anything that hurts my reputation back home, she better do it knowing my family has an army of bloodthirsty lawyers who would be more than happy to tear her apart in court for defamation.”

Joel opened his mouth, seemingly about to say something to this, but then he remained silent. Out of morbid curiosity you stayed there, waiting to hear what he had to say. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke up and said, “Is it true? What Neal said about your family.” You nodded as you folded your hands behind your back. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Because we’re not like you, we don’t want the world to know we’re rich, you were dying to say. It was true, your family was ridiculously private, and you went against everything you had been taught all your life tonight by letting them find out the truth like they did.

“That’s my family’s money,” you said in the end. “I bought the painting with the money I inherited from my grandfather. I don’t want my family’s money, not yet. I want to live a perfectly normal life while I’m studying. I’m already getting a lot of shit for not studying in England, I don’t need them to have more to say about my life.”

You could see the wheels turning in his head, but you weren’t about to wait and find out what he had to say.

“I’ll go home now,” you said before turning around and going outside to get a taxi.

This was for the best. You both needed time to calm down, and you could only hope he would come after you soon. If he didn’t… Well, at least you would know what kind of man he was. He only wanted you when he couldn’t have you. Now here you were, ready to be with him, but he didn’t seem as invested in this relationship as you were.

[spiderlegsmusic]

Biden isn’t an ideal candidate. We’ve established that. But these people telling us Biden should drop out don’t give us any alternatives. Who are they going to run instead of Biden? The democrats don’t have anybody. Ok, say you get Biden to drop out of the race. Then what?

They don’t have another Obama or Clinton lying around. They have to outrun a cult of psychos. One thing Trump has exposed since 2016 is exactly how many people in the electorate are mentally ill. The Trump cult including their big orange daddy, is a large population of crazy racists. It’s embarrassing that there are so many deranged people in this country.

It’s embarrassing the democrats don’t have a viable candidate to replace Biden. The only one i would accept is Bernie or or maybe Elizabeth Warren. And who knows if they can defeat the army of crazies?

The world should tremble in their shoes that the dominant superpower in the world is full of crazy people who are running a convicted felon, rapist, racist to be president who has promised to dismantle democracy and withdraw from NATO.

And that the democrats can’t get behind anyone but old Joe. The only person who’s beaten Trump in an election. The democrats are this amorphous pusillanimous group of non-charismatic lumps of playdough who yell that Biden should drop out without giving us an answer for who should replace him.

Kamala Harris? No. I don’t believe in her as anything but a credible VP. So we are going to go down swinging and missing because the democrats have no one who can beat a convicted criminal in an election knowing everything we know about him.

We are going to lose our democracy. Our economy is going to fail. Our standing in the world will fall farther than it ever has. We are going to become the 4th Reich. Do you understand that, people of the world? Do you understand that, people on the left? Democrats?

I will be honest. I will vote for any piece of shit the democrats throw out there because I’m a more or less sane individual who recognizes what Trump is after having lived through the disaster of his last term, while living in Texas which is a state full of insane christofascists.

I don’t want to lose democracy. I don’t want America to become an authoritarian autocracy led by the single worst person to ever live during my lifetime: A bulbous turd who worships Hitler and wants to be a dictator like his buddies.

And then I look at the democrats full of these back biting weak career politicians calling for Biden to drop out without giving us anyone to replace him with. And I hang my head. Literally the most important US Election in my lifetime and it’s going to be a clusterfuck which leads to civil war.

These are dark days in America. Darker than the days after 9-11, Pearl Harbor, because democracy was still going strong after those events. Democracy is on life support right now. And there are no heroes. No one can save us from the big orange criminal turd and his army of insane cultists who are racist and hate women. It is for all the women in my life that I mourn. All my closest friends are women. I love my friends dearly. And I’m watching a bunch of rich crazy racists flush the rights of all women down the toilet while all the rest of us watch it happen with our thumbs up our sad asses.

And these are people that will then fight our civil war? The strength of women will not have have ever been needed like it will be in these coming years starting in 2025. Project 2025 wants all women pregnant, submitting to husbands and worshipping an imaginary cloud guy—sky cake!

To the women of America: please have a plan to leave this country if trump wins. Do not get trapped here. America is sinking and democracy is in its death throes and the crazy racist misogynists have blood in their eyes and the devil in their hearts. Not one of these christofascists has Jesus in their hearts—they’re insane.

Hope gets beaten and raped before it gets murdered. This is a colossal disaster. God damn convicted felon Trump and his cult on insanity. God damn broken down old Joe. God damn the weak democrats who can’t come up with anybody who can beat an overt racist rapist wannabe dictator and his cult on insanity. And god damn the United States and the 4th Reich which will put the 3rd Reich to shame.

And god damn me for not having a cyanide pill…

[sawyerconfort]

Take My Breath Away | Chucky!Nica Pierce x Reader

Ok, I’m assuming that spooky season is already over, but since my obsession with Fiona Dourif and Chucky movies is growing faster this week, I thought it was a good idea to do an imagine with her (please guys write more of herrrrrr I’m in need!)

Idk if I’ll really post this one, to be sure. I have a lot of requests from you guys (promise they’re coming soon, just let me finish school work and then I’ll answer all of them)

And turns out it’s a smut. So... It’s on your choice. I’m not good at writing smuts, especially when it contains a lot of NSFW but I hope this is good. (MINORS PLEASE DNI I DON’T KNOW IF IT’S SAFE!)

Enjoy!

Got any requests? Send me an ask!

(FIONA DOURIF PLEASE MARRY ME I BEGGING YOU)

Prompt: Inside four walls, Nica and Chucky are completely different from each other... But turns out you ended up liking one more than the other.

WARNINGS: Mentions of blood, murder, violence, swearing, dom!chucky!nica, sub!fem!reader (change pronoums if you feel free to do so), soft!dom!nica, sex.

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You didn't mind being held hostage at Tiffany Valentine's house at all. In fact, you weren't afraid of her, not like everyone else was, let alone intimidated by the weird aura of the star who looked too much like Jennifer Tilly.

But your biggest motivation was definitely the woman beside her.

The two of you have felt an immediate connection since you met, ever since Tiffany slapped you handsomely on the head and brought you passed out to her house just for the fun of it.

As the days went by at Tiffany's, you were getting comfortable (as far as possible), and she and the brunette girl were treating you better than you could have imagined. Tiffany would always remind  - you knew with little effort - to bring you food in your room and leave you free to move around with the other locked hostages. And their visits were frequent (when you couldn't hear them having sex and had to force yourself to see the scenes).

Also, you ended up discovering some more information about the brunette girl, something that helped you from the start. In Tiffany's carelessness, she ended up waking up from a kind of coma and told you that she was Nica Pierce, and that she had a murder doll possessing her body transiting and dominating being hers for two weeks. When the sane man gave her a good smack on the head, Nica ended up switching bodies with the doll, Chucky, and her domineering personality revealed itself again.

But it all happened in a way you didn't plan for it to happen. You ended up liking kind and suffering Nica more than her Chucky personality. In fact, you realized you were falling in love with Nica, and you were terrified of what it would do to you.

It wouldn't be a good thing, you were sure.

Nica managed, after a while, to have almost complete control over her body and soul, and now she moved less between the two personalities, especially when she was around you. She pretty much only took on Chucky's soul around Tiffany, for the sake of appearances, and you helped her, always with the same bloodstained knife in your hand, when she came into the room looking for something too trivial.

It turned out that you were more involved than you should have been, and of course you let desire and feeling speak louder in those new days. Nica kissed you, Nica took care of you, and Nica fucked you so many times when Tiffany couldn't hear her that it was impossible not to fall in love even more. She was always very careful with you, making sure the Chucky personality didn't come out at the wrong times.

Then, when you were done, when you finally cum and snuggled into her arms, Nica would regain the puppet's soul and keep tricking Tiffany as much as she wanted, always telling you you'd keep the knife close.

It was a dangerous game, but you loved playing with that sort of thing.

* * *

“Oh Nica... please!” you whispered, holding back your urge to explode, but she smiled slightly as she carefully removed her fingers from your pussy and looked at you with those clear eyes and a crooked smile. “I'm coming! I'm coming!”

“Shhhh, love, you're going to wake up Tiff,” she whispered, chuckling in your ear as a tease — once in a while that happened — and you couldn't hold back any longer.

Nica sucked her fingers much more calmly and stood up, snuggling into your bare chest as she touched your cheeks lightly. Your breathing was uneven, but after hugging her, it always got better. The problem was that it was always short-lived when that happened.

"Tiff must be calling me," she said, looking up at the sky. It was morning, the two of you had slept cuddled in bed and didn't even realize that time had passed. You tried to pull her, but she resisted and smiled, coming to kiss you one last time. “I promise I'll be right back, babygirl, don't worry. Keep the knife close, please..."

You nodded, covering your naked body and looking at her, when Nica turned and rolled her eyes. “I always forget! (Y\NN), give me a nice slap on the head, let's go”, she asked, this time in a not-so-gentle voice. “It won't hurt, don't worry. Slap me on the head so I can go back to being Chucky!”

She came closer to you, and bringing your lips closer to her in a kiss, a peck, Nica watched as your closed hand hit her temple with a well-aimed punch. Chucky screamed and fell off the bed, apparently unharmed.

“Holy shit… how I hate all this shit… Hiya, hottie,” he whispered as he got up off the floor, brand new. He still had Nica's face, and that turned you on more than usual. “See ya in a minute!”

Saying that, Nica/Chucky closed the door in front of you and let you breathe, although you no longer remember how to do it.

* * *

It was already dark, you were sincerely waiting for her to come back, but Nica hadn't gone upstairs yet, and you were tired of waiting for that door to open. Alone, you stripped off your clothes and lay down on your bed, thanking heaven Tiffany had been too good to let you live.

Of course, you suspected that there was a hidden interest in that good deed, but at the same time, this was not the time to think about it.

The door opened and Nica walked in, being Chucky, practically half-naked in front of you. You were staggering in your bed and could barely see her properly.

"Look, if you're not the hottest hostage in this room...", he smirked. “I give every reason Nica likes you so much, you know? You're a hottie, I'd fuck with you if it were still me..."

You ran your hands over the bed and found the knife easily, even dizzy. Handing it over to her with a wide smile, you saw Nica change her expression and fall onto the bed, her legs still.

She lifted her head and smiled, being her again, and kissed you more tenderly.

“The thing I hate most in the world is having sex with Tiffany,” she grumbled, as she kissed you with all the desire inside her. “I mean, she's beautiful and she has an amazing body, but I'm not Chucky. I don't really like her, I just pretend I do..."

Nica moved closer to her ear, taking advantage. "She doesn't taste like you do... My favorite taste, definitely not."

And then, you took her lips in a kiss again. It was a needy kiss, mostly because of the delay, but it was getting slow and lukewarm because of your tiredness from having to wait for her. Nica noticed this and opened her mouth several times to apologize, but you never let go.

"We don't need to have sex today if you don't want to...", she smiled, worried about you. "I know you're tired, my love, you can sleep with me until I need to go back downstairs, okay?"

She hugged you and you helped her move her legs up to snuggle you closer this time. However, far from her knowledge, Nica's eyes turned distant and stared at the  Good Guy miniature doll on the dressing table. Her smile turned into a cruel, sneering smile. And her eyes sparkled the still eyes of the doll again.

The knife, you needed to find the knife now...

But apparently, with Nica/Chucky holding you, you couldn't find her anywhere. You felt like that was the end of you when you heard his laugh echoing in your ear in the sexiest way possible.

"Ah...sweet good smell of feminine perfume...", she whispered, as he did. Her hair and her body suddenly stood on end. “Guess Nica won't mind if I fuck you now, will she? Neither she, nor Tiff, that daughter of a...”

“That's not your body, Chucky!” you yelled. “Bring Nica back!”

“Where's your knife, babygirl? Hm?” she whispered, still like him, and gave another evil laugh. "Well, then we'll have to go on without her anyway, what a pity..."

Nica's lips, like Chucky, brushed against yours with enormous violence, and suddenly she was no longer the sweet dominatrix she used to lie beside her in bed every day. You didn't know the taste of her lips, you didn't know her kisses, but you were aware that her body would react in a less rational way than this.

Fatigue seized her deeply as Nica/Chucky threw herself on top of you and ruffled your hair, tugging at it with need as she kissed you. Nica/Chucky was ripping all of your clothes off and throwing them on the floor, just like he did with the few he/Nica wore afterwards.

But of course the best - or worst - part was yet to come.

And when he thrust his fingers inside your pussy again, your eyes dilated and glowed to an extreme level. You wanted to scream, you wanted to beg Nica to come back, but at the same time, you were so overwhelmed by that feeling of confusion that you didn't even care anymore.

“Tell me what you want, hottie,” Nica/Chucky whispered in your ear, acting less calmly. “Just fucking tell me.”

“I want…you,” you whispered, still confused and lost.

Nica/Chucky smiled and introduced her fingers again, not before taking the opportunity to kiss you, scratching your exposed back and kissing your neck leaving you with long marks.

“You don't want Nica back, do you?” he whispered, teasing again.

"No...", you confessed, caught off guard. "No, I do not want."

His laugh echoed in your ear and as he lessened the scratching, realizing you were coming, he smiled cruelly and at the same time divine, the eyes that were Nica's practically possessing your body without asking and without even entering it. .

“Fine, now come to me babygirl…be a good girl,” he whispered, and you didn't hesitate. "Let me taste you soon, let's go."

“With pleasure, m-mommy...”

The word simply slipped from your lips, and he laughed once more, letting you come, completely mad. Touching Nica/Chucky's naked body once more, you felt the knife stuck in her panties and pulled up as she hugged you and breathed in your scent.

Nica passed out for a few seconds and looked at you curiously.

“God…” you whispered, hoping she didn't find out.

"What was that? How long have I…”

"Don't worry, love, you've been gone for a few minutes..." You lifted your arm, breathing unevenly, to check your watch. “Almost an hour.”

Nica looked at you again. "Oh no, don't tell me he..."

"I think you should really be more careful when you take your feelings to your soul, Nica...", you smiled teasingly. "It was kind of weird, despite your voice and sexy face you have, having sex with him... like... fuck, he's a beast."

She widened her eyes. "Oh no. Don't tell me you liked it?"

You didn't know what to tell her, so you shrugged.

“Please, anything but this, fuck…” she whispered. “I can't bear to lose my girl to this doll trapped inside me. I fucking can’t bear."

“Am I your girl?”, you whispered too, in her ear.

And Nica kissed you, a remnant of Chucky's laugh escaping her lips right in your ear. “You will always be my girl, babygirl… Always. Even though I'm possessed by a perverted doll..."

You guys laughed together, ready for a second round. Only this time without the adrenaline rush of angry fingers and Chucky's laughter inside you. Unless of course, when it ended up turning into a kink between you.

Within four walls, maybe that would be worth it, if that would take your breath away.