#i am NOT OVER THIS GODAMMIT

[ice-devourer]

started reading chainsaw man again (forgot to continue it when prelims started) like from the very beginning, and i forgot how funny the denji and bat devil scene was, it threw a car with a guy inside at denji thinking that’ll create a moral do-i-save-the-human-or-continue-attacking-the-devil dillema and distract him but NOPE he throws it right back (T — T)

[dilly-oh]

Crush

“Kakashi, for fuck’s sake, it’s your turn,” Asuma growled around his cigarette, holding out the report as they stood in the hallway outside the mission office. “It was your turn the last ten turns. You ain’t squirrelin’ outta this shit again.”

“I need to go water my plants,” Kakashi said, slithering away from the others as he tried to make a quick getaway. Genma stepped to the side, blocking his path.

“Come on, man. That cute Chunin with the ponytail is at the desk. You know, the one you have a crush on?”

Kakashi froze in the act of levering the nearby window open, snapping around to give Genma a look of pure outrage.

“Excuse me?”

“You. Chunin. Crush,” Genma repeated slowly.

“What am I, fucking five?” Kakashi narrowed his visible eye. “I’m a grown-ass man who kills people for a living. I’m feared throughout all the nations as Sharingan Kakashi. I’m a fucking legend. I don’t get crushes.” He paused. “And even if I did have one on him, how would you even know?” Genma shrugged.

“Cuz you’re always walking into walls and shit whenever you’re near him.”

“I do NOT-” Kakashi began, then promptly kicked over the wastebin next to the door, scattering trash all over the floor. Literally everyone in the mission room snapped around and stared at him accusingly.

Even the Chunin. Who was, admittedly, very cute.

“You’d better clean that up,” he said, his tone that of a disapproving teacher about to mete out punishment to an unruly student.

Okay he wasn’t that cute.

…Godammit yes he was.

Kakashi hurriedly shoved all the trash back into the bin, slapped Asuma in the face with the report, and bolted out the window.

---

It kept happening.

Kakashi was just minding his own business, buying groceries at the local market (because even trained killers needed to eat) when he saw the Chunin fondling some melons, and suddenly the pyramid of eggplants he’d been perusing had collapsed, a wave of them tumbling down and rolling all over the floor in a vegetable tsunami. The store manager started shouting and Kakashi decided he’d just order takeout as he slipped out the back exit.

At the laundromat, he caught sight of the Chunin folding his tighty-whiteys and somehow mismeasured the appropriate amount of laundry soap, resulting in the washing machine foaming itself to death like a rabid dog. Kakashi had to put it down with a Chidori and then escape through a window amidst the ensuing chaos.

He knocked down an entire shelf at the library when he saw the other man bending over to reach a low book. He quickly teleported out of there before the man could turn around and see him standing ankle-deep in porn.

Late one night, he was leaping along the rooftops and spotted the Chunin at an outdoor restaurant, seated at a table with friends, head thrown back in raucous laughter. Kakashi sailed through the air, eyes glued to the sight, so he didn’t see the billboard until it was too late.

It couldn’t go on like this.

---

“Okay you might have a point,” Kakashi said. Genma gave a snort.

“Of course I do.”

“I don’t even know his name-”

“Iruka.”

“Iruka? Oh GOD, even his name is fucking adorable.” Kakashi covered his face with his hands and took a deep, calming breath. “…Who else knows?”

“Everyone, Kakashi,” Genma said flatly. “Everyone knows. Even the Hokage knows.”

“Alright then.” Kakashi straightened with a determined air. “It seems pretty obvious what I need to do.” Genma stared at him for a long moment, chewing on his senbon.

“…Actually talk to the man and have a heartful confession about your true feelings?”

“Fuck no. Avoid him for the rest of my life.”

“Oh thank God I thought you were gonna say ‘kill him’.”

“Maybe I should start avoiding you, too.” Kakashi narrowed his eyes. “My plan will work, just you wait. I’m not called a genius for nothing.”

---

“Kakashi, meet your new mission partner,” the Sandaime said, standing in the doorway of his office and patting Iruka proudly on the shoulder.

Kakashi nearly spit out his tea. Through his mask.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” he choked out. This mission debriefing had gone to shit, and he’d been sitting there all of five seconds. The Sandaime frowned at him, wrinkles deepening with displeasure.

“I will not have you looking down on young Iruka here simply because he’s a Chunin,” he said firmly, taking a seat at his desk. “What he lacks in experience he more than makes up with sheer determination. He will be a great asset for this two-man mission and I hand-picked him for exactly that reason.”

“Understood,” Kakashi said, switching to mission mode in the vain attempt it would help distract from the overwhelming presence of the other man. It didn’t. Iruka took a seat right next to him, their thighs so close Kakashi could almost feel his body heat. He pushed his chair away a few inches for some breathing room and knocked over a potted plant.

“You two will be travelling deep into the Forest of Death,” the Hokage explained. Kakashi hid a wince. The Forest of Death has worsened over the years, rotting from the inside like a fruit gone bad. It had devolved into a festering jungle filled with mutated beasts that would messily devour their bodies and environmental hazards that would devour their chakra. But as long as they were careful-

Iruka crossed his legs and Kakashi bumped a pile of papers off the Hokage’s desk.

Yeah, they were in trouble.

“Your mission consists of two parts,” the Hokage went on. “The first is to reach these coordinates.” He handed the pair a scrap of paper with a set of numbers scribbled on it. “The second part is in this.” He held out a small, innocuous scroll. “It contains special instructions, only to be read once you’ve reached the site. Not before. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” Kakashi said with grim resignation as he accepted the scroll and tucked it safely away. He just needed to get through this mission as fast as humanly possible, then he could go back to smothering his emotions under a metaphorical pillow. It would just be a few hours. He could DO this.

“I’m looking forward to working with you,” Iruka said, giving him a dazzling smile.

Kakashi spilled his cup of tea all over his lap.

…It was going to be a long mission.

---

The trek through the Forest of Death lived up to its name. It was a long, arduous journey through the dark, twisted woods, fraught with danger at every turn. Kakashi was on edge, painfully aware that, with one misstep, nearly everything in the jungle, plant and animal included, was capable of killing him at a moment’s notice.

That is, if Iruka didn’t kill him first.

Kakashi fell on an anthill and suffered a dozen venomous stings when the man decided to adjust his ponytail.

He walked into a tree and was nearly strangled by sentient vines when Iruka wiped his mouth after taking a drink from his canteen.

Kakashi tripped onto a patch of brambles which started actively draining his blood when Iruka raised an arm to wipe his brow and his shirt rode up.

And that was only in the first hour.

Iruka himself was an ideal companion. He followed Kakashi’s lead without question, trusting his judgement and experience with nothing but polite obedience, even attempting to start up a conversation once or twice. After Kakashi bit his tongue trying to reply, he took to ignoring the other man, who quickly caught on and fell into a sullen silence.

I can’t take much more of this, Kakashi thought to himself darkly as he slogged through the mud hours later. Every inch of his body ached, multiple wounds stinging and burning. Or maybe that was just the leeches. Konoha’s about to have a Missing-Nin if we don’t get there soon-

“I think…I think we’ve arrived,” Iruka cut in, checking his compass and studying his map. “Yes, these should be the correct coordinates. We’re here.”

Thank fuck. The nightmare was nearly over. Kakashi slipped the scroll out of his pocket and unrolled it. The orders contained within were rather short and simple. A single sentence. Four words, actually.

Ask him out already.

Kakashi stared at the message for a full ten seconds, then promptly set it alight with a Katon.

"What the fuck!” Iruka cried.

“Meant for my eyes only.” Kakashi stamped on the ashes, grinding them into the dirt. “I was to burn it after reading to leave no evidence.”

“Oh, well, I guess that means it’s my turn to read this one,” Iruka said, pulling out a second scroll from his pack. Kakashi hurriedly snatched it away and ripped it open, scanning the contents.

Pussy.

Kakashi burned that one, too.

“Seriously, what the fuck!” Iruka cried louder.

“Mission’s done, we’re heading home,” Kakashi stated, then turned and took a step.

And promptly sank up to his thigh in the suddenly soupy ground.

…Oh fuck.

“Don’t move!” Iruka shouted in warning. “It’s quicksand.”

“No shit,” Kakashi snapped out, then quickly shut up as he sank to his waist. He went perfectly still, arms out to keep himself afloat in case he sank further. “Calm down, I’m fine.” He closed his eyes, concentrating as he released a flare of chakra to push him free of the mire. The quicksand quickly gobbled up. “…Okay, maybe panic a little, I’m not fine.” The quicksand seemed to have developed a taste, and was now steadily devouring his chakra with a voracious appetite. “Okay, panic a lot. It’s draining my chakra.”

“Damn, hold on.” Iruka started rifling through his pack and pulled out a coil of rope. “Here, we’ll use this to get you out- actually wait, I think you’re close enough for me to reach out and grab you. Quick, give me your hand-”

Iruka stuck out his hand. Kakashi’s stomach did a little flip.

“Fuck no, I’m not touching you. Throw the rope.”

“What is your problem with me?” Iruka demanded. “I hardly know you and you already hate me.”

“I do not hate you,” Kakashi ground out through gritted teeth. “Throw the damn rope.”

“Not until you tell me what your deal is.”

“There is no deal.”

“Bullshit! You’ve been cold and distant this entire time. You’ve barely spoken a single word to me in hours. The fuck did I DO?”

“Nothing. Throw. The ROPE.”

“Tell me why you’re being such an asshole to me!”

“Because I fucking LIKE you, okay?!” Kakashi finally exploded. The background noise of the forest fell silent at the sudden outburst. Iruka just stared at him.

“…What?”

Kakashi tried to stem the flow of words, but they all came spewing out in a rush like verbal diarrhea.

“I keep walking into walls and knocking over shit and it’s all because of YOU and your dumb FACE and perky ponytail and that fucking dorky way you tuck in your pants-”

“What’s wrong with the way I tuck in my pants-”

“-because I have a stupid fucking CRUSH on you!!”

“God, what are you, five?!” Iruka shouted back. “Why can’t you just say you wanna fuck me like an adult?”

Kakashi gaped at him, flabbergasted.

“ExCUSE me?”

“Admit it. You want me.” Iruka crossed his arms, looking him up and down. “I don’t really get why, though. I’m always yelling at you in the mission room. You got some sort of humiliation kink?”

“Okay, you know what, you can just leave me here-”

“Don’t act like you’re not a pervert,” Iruka snorted. “I’ve seen the kind of shit you read.”

“That’s not the same!! It’s a book, not real life!” Kakashi argued. “Just because I read it doesn’t mean- I would never- look, my dad taught me to be a gentleman, alright?!”

Iruka studied him for a long moment, then tossed him the rope. Kakashi sighed in relief and grabbed it.

“…So we’re not gonna screw after I pull you out?” Iruka asked teasingly. “Not even get a bit handsy? Make out a little?”

“Of course not!” Kakashi squeaked out. “What kind of guy do you think I am?!”

Iruka broke into a huge grin.

“Oh my God, you’re adorable.”

Kakashi let go of the rope.

“Hey!” Iruka hurriedly reeled in the rope, then tossed it out again. It slapped Kakashi square between the eyes, but he didn’t even flinch. “Kakashi. Please take the rope. I don’t wanna have to file the paperwork. There’s, like, ten different forms.” He still didn’t move. “Please.” He just glared. “…Take the rope or I start taking my clothes off.”

Kakashi seized the rope in a death grip and didn’t let go until he was back on solid ground, chakra-depleted but alive. His legs were a bit shaky as he stood, and he was covered in thick, viscous mud from feet to armpits, not to mention the squelching noises every time he took a step.

“Okay, honestly, I’m a little insulted you grabbed on so fast,” Iruka said. “Are you sure you have a crush on me?”

“Will you stop talking about-” Kakashi went to pick up his canteen and accidently punted it into the quicksand. “MotherFUCK-”

“Yeah, okay, I see it now.”

“Look,” Kakashi said wearily, almost dragging a hand down his face before remembering it was coated in mud, “I just want to forget this whole mission ever happened, alright?” Iruka gave him a mischievous smirk.

“You sure you don’t wanna just bone?”

“Bone? BONNNNE?!” Kakashi repeated incredulously. “In a monster-infested jungle?”

“But I brought protection,” Iruka said, then held up a kunai. Kakashi refused to laugh, even though it was funny.

“Forget it,” he snapped. “A mosquito will probably fly up my dick and make it rot off.”

“Don’t worry, I’d suck it out.”

“Okay we are LEAVING-”

“Wanna hold hands while we walk?”

“Correction, I am LEAVING-”

"I’m serious, actually,” Iruka said, holding out his hand invitingly. Kakashi froze, staring at the proffered appendage like it was a bear-trap ready to spring. His stomach did another flip. “Come on, please? I don’t bite.”

Kakashi knew Iruka was just teasing, poking at the embarrassed Jounin with a stick to get a laugh.

Fine. Two could play at that game.

He reached out and took Iruka’s hand, their fingers twining together like old friends.

“…Unless you ask me nicely.”

Kakashi tried to yank his hand away but Iruka refused to let go, so he just reeled him in like a prize catch. Their chests bumped together, and he caught a whiff of the other man, a deep, woodsy scent that sent a shiver down his spine. He froze again as Iruka looked up at him, studying him with those big brown eyes that were not nearly as innocent as they looked.

“You know,” Iruka purred, leaning in even closer, “if you asked me right now…I might say yes.”

Kakashi gulped, throat suddenly dry. He wavered for a moment, uncertainty twisting his guts, then gathered his courage and barged forward.

“Umino Iruka,” he said tremulously, “would…you like…to go out with me sometime?”

Iruka gave him a blank stare.

“…Yeah that’s totally what I meant.”

“Oh my GOD-” Kakshi started to walk away.

“I’m kidding.” Iruka pulled him back, laughing. “Honestly, I’ve had worse first dates.” He looked at Kakashi and cocked his head appraisingly, a gentle smile chasing away the devilish one. “You’re very sweet. It’s refreshing, really. I’m so used to dudes just jumping straight to sex. It’s nice to meet a guy who actually wants to get to know me.”

Kakashi’s cheeks burned beneath his mask. Because it was true. He did want to get to know Iruka, and now he had the prime opportunity. Everything had already been laid bare, all the embarrassing bits hung out to dry. It’s not like it could get any worse.

“Now, let’s get you outta those muddy clothes.”

On second thought, maybe it could.

-End-

Written for @kakairu-rocks KakaIru Valentine's Week 2024, Day 3 Prompts: Crushes and Idiots in Love.

[ave09]

Hello! I just wanted to let you know that I really love your Harvey Dent fanfics (gk). They are really good, and basically, I've read the all! I was wondering if you could write a little something. Maybe the reader is in a relationship with Harvey and is the only one that can snap him out of being Harv? If not, that's totally okay, just wanted to shoot my shot! Thank you!

for sure

gk!harvey sent x wife!reader

note: i have been such a busy bee, and this has been sitting here forever, and i’m so sorry for the delay!

this is a bit rushed-but i kinda like it-also, peep the newsie reference in the end for any fansies reading this, i’m back in my newsie phase lol but enjoy some harvey!

— —

chaos had fallen upon gotham. 

wayne tower had fallen. 

the gotham knights had saved the day.

turner hayes was dead.

harvey dent was unaccounted for. 

you were sick with worry. you’d gone everywhere, and yet there had been no sign of him. did he even survive? you could only hope.

it had been two days since the incident. you continued your search. you were in the city from dawn til dusk in search for your missing husband. 

and yet found nothing.

it was a thursday night. you returned home late, dropping your bags at the door after entering your apartment. 

god how you hated it here. without harvey, everything felt empty, like there was no meaning to it anymore. harvey, despite his own flaws, was the light to your darkness, and you were drowning without him.

you entered the kitchen, ready for a tall glass of wine, but froze at the sight of a shadow lurking in the corner.

“hi doll.”

“harvey?”

the figure chuckled lightly, “not your harvey, but a version of him. it’s nice to meet you in person, it’s been a long time.”

you could only see half of his face, the right side hidden from view. 

but immediately knew something was wrong. mainly by the way he was speaking. sure, this harvey’s voice was already gravelly. but there was something different in how specific words were being pronounced. 

“step into the light.” 

he clicked his tongue. “tsk, tsk, tsk. i don’t think that’s the best idea right now.”

something was most definitely wrong.

“step into the light.” you reiterated, your voice firm. “i thought we could have a little conversation first, sweetheart.” 

sweetheart. that was harvey’s name for you. he used many, but, that was the one. and hearing this version of him say it irked you so much to the point that you exploded.

“godammit, let me see my husband’s face!” 

he seemed surprised by the sudden outburst. you half-expected him to taunt you more. but instead, he hesitatingly took a step forward. 

then another.

a scream tore through your throat at the sight. 

the flesh covering the right side of his face was melted, it could be compared to the wax of a candle. the side of his lip was gone, revealing his pearly whites and burnt gums. the mangled skin continued down to his neck, disappearing beneath his ruined suit. 

and then there was his eyes. those beautiful cerulean eyes used to match. and now, one was a milky white, disguising the beauty underneath.

it was horrific. 

tears sprung to your eyes immediately as your hands flew to cover your mouth, choking back sobs. 

“i told you it wasn’t the best idea..”

you let out shakey breathes, taking a step towards him. you stood before him now. glancing up, as though asking permission, slowly, he nodded, his eye never leaving you.

carefully, you lifted a trembling hand, your fingertips grazing over the mangled skin. the man flinched slightly.

“i-“

“it’s fine-“ 

but it wasn’t fine. nothing was fine.

you let out a shaky breath, letting your hand fall. 

“let me talk to him.”

the imposter harvey smirked a monstrous smirk, which was hardly even a smirk at all.

“no can do dearest,” 

“why not?”

“because,” he took a step closer, “i’m in control now. ya see, harv was in some serious shit, and now here i am. i saved his life—your welcome—“

“i want to talk to him-“

“nope-“

“goddammit—you’re going to ruin his life-“

“ruin? sweetheart, i’ve been saving him for years! jane tried to kill him—and our daughter—she’s been handled already-“

the blood on his coat—jane’s blood.

your head was spinning. all you wanted was to talk to your husband. “let me talk to him.” you repeated.

“yeah—how ‘bout no? ya see, that husband of yours kept me locked up for years. i ain’t doin’ that again.” 

you let out a shaky sigh. there has to be some way to get to him, the real him. 

“2007. a beach.” 

“what?”

“you wore a tux. and a stupid pink tie that i ended up loving so much.”

“what are you doing?”

“it was small, but cute,” 

“stop that.” 

he knew what you were doing now. you were trying to coax your harvey back into the light. he couldn’t allow it. 

“we danced, we laughed, it was the best day of my life.” 

harvey took a step back, engulfing himself in the darkness again, “goddammit woman, shut up-!”

“i have never been happier! then when i am with you!”

“i said shut up-“

“i promised that day that i’d be by your side and that i’d-“

“never leave.”

his voice was soft. fragile. broken.

tears stung your eyes. “harvey?” you murmured, unsure now of who she was truly speaking too. 

“it’s me.”

“oh my god-“ you took a step forward, engulfing him in a hug. but he pushed away, “no-no-stop-“

“harvey-“

“look at me-at this monster i’ve become-this-this thing in my head-its killin’ me-“

“listen to me-“

“i can’t stay here. i can’t.”

“then we leave.” 

he was taken aback. “what?” 

“we leave,” you repeated, “we leave gotham-we run-i don’t know where-but we just go-“

“i can’t ask that of you. you have a whole life here.”

“you are my life, harvey. and anywhere you go, i’ll be there by your side.”

he was silent for a moment—before smiling—as much as he could.

“for sure?”

“for sure.”

[stevebabey]

Hi hi hi!! Congratulations so much on your milestone! I haven’t been following for very long but you are one of my favorite Steve writers, bar none. Thanks for sharing your writing with the internet 💖

📽 If I may step behind the beaded curtain of Family Video…

Post-battle, one of the many you’ve shared with Steve, and you just want to stop thinking. Thinking hurts, especially when you think about the fact that you almost just lost each other!! Steve is being lovey and sweet and altogether way too nice while you make out so you bite his lip, ruck your hands through his hair, roll your hips a little harder. He lets you flip him underneath you, but it’s still not enough, so you’re pulling at his mouth and fisting his shirt in ur hands and avoiding eye contact bc if you cry that’s it, it’s over, he won’t fuck you like you want it. But of course he notices, and tries to soothe you, “baby baby honey. Please. Shhhh. Talk to me” with kisses on your cheeks and petting at your hair and worry creasing his brow. And godammit if he doesn’t make you talk to him like a healthy adult who processes their feelings 🙄 before eating you out while holding ur hands for comfort. And maybe he doesn’t fuck you like you want it, but definitely how you NEED it. He always knows 🥺

(I’m sorry if that’s too long I just got so excited to share this and talk with you and if it’s not your style I totally understand and congrats regardless!!!!)

anon u came to the RIGHT place for some tender loving sex i am ALL for that shit!!! also hello!!!! i’m so very pleased to have u here!! u make me blush honey, and yes indeed come behind da beaded curtain hehe - also DAMN i do not know how to shut up apparently, i sat down to write this, fixed myself a g&t and clearly went a bit insane <3 hope u love! 18+ content below the cut MDNI

maybe it’s a bit too much of a close call this time, or it’s just that you’ve been here too many times but either way your nerves are frayed tonight— and the solution lies in steve’s arms. there’s something bout the skin-to-skin that soothes one part of you entirely while setting another part aflame- you love him and you nearly lost him tonight and it sets you about with a burning desire, nearly delirious in how his lips feel against yours, how he feels pressed against you when you grind in his lap and clutch at his shirt- you’re tugging at the fabric but don’t even pause your kisses for a moment, just try to tug it up and off. it’s the first sign to steve that tonight is different, that you’re needier than usual. he murmurs his assurances of love, soft and low, “it’s alright, honey,” he mumbles between the heated kisses, “we’re both alright, we made it out,” and he gives what you want, his shirt off and then your own

but he’s being soft, all delicate and caring with you and normally you adore that- the sweet lovebites scattered along your neck that’ll be gone by morning- tonight, instead it feels like you’re treated like glass, like in your mind maybe he’s still preparing to say goodbye in some twisted final way — so you use your hands to press him down, knees straddling his waist and try your best to let the message sink in; if he fucks you rough, it’s like none of the hurt of tonight happened, like the shit you went through didn’t happen at all. hands in his hair, hips rolling down sinfully and pulling groans from his throat, you reattach your mouths and desperation pours from your lips- you don’t want to slow down, to think about what you’ve both barely escaped and agonisingly, steve can tell — his hands grasp your face and halt your kisses but the moment you pause, you won’t look at him, can’t look at him. suddenly you’re embarrassed and steve is all quiet murmurs, “hey, hey, honey, what’s this? what’s going on with my girl?” and his nose nudges against yours, encouraging u to answer and your voice is smaller than ever as you give some pititful excuse, some line that usually riles him up, “just wanna feel you, stevie, just wanna fuck you,” and you grind down on him

steve knows you better than that though and though he hisses, pleasure spiking at the grind you give, he moves his hands to stop your hips- the movement they pause, his hands climb up and cradle your face as his features give away his worry. there’s a terrible furrow in his brown, eyes pooled with concern and he pulls you close, dozens of kisses against your cheeks, your nose, your forehead as he murmurs to you, “honey, please, talk to me,” and you do exactly what you’d been trying to avoid, fat tears welling in your eyes and shit, now you’re crying but it’s like it’s exactly what steve’s expecting — his arms are ready to hold every piece of you together while you cry shakily, whispered fears and confessions of love he’s already heard before and steve listens to it all- his kisses take your tears and when you calm, fear finally taking the back burner in your mind and breathing normal, he’s ready n waiting for you. “d’you want to just sleep?” he checks, lovingly and your shaking your head no quickly; you weren’t lying before, there’s an itch under your skin that can be sated only by his touch. steve doesn’t seem surprised but rolls the both of you over, kissing you with a bit more fervour now that he knows you’re truly alright - then he’s moving down the bed, kisses against your collarbones, down your sternum and when you voice your confusion steve’s raspy voice just says, “shh, it’s alright, lemme take care of my girl, yeah? you gonna let me take care of you?” his rough hands are already teasing the inside of your thighs so you can’t help but sigh out a yes

and he does take good care of you, one hand intertwined with yours as the heat of his mouth works your cunt, drawing whines and whimpers out- you’re clutching his hair and feeling hot in your skin, squeezing his hand as steve whispers his praise to you, “that’s it, so good f’me, doing so well,” until you’re spilling over the edge and quivering beneath his touch- but steve’s not done and he can tell you aren’t from the look in your eye. he’s somehow managed to melt away an extra layer of stress that you only notice in its absence so when he kisses back up your tummy and stretches you nice on his cock, you keen and melt into him, completely unwound— steve’s just as he was in the beginning, soft and sweet, all i love you’s scattered between the moans but you can tell know this is exactly what you need. you’re chest to chest and only trying to get closer, fingernails clawing at his back- you’d crawl into his skin if you could- and steve fucks you through it perfectly and you somehow come apart at how he just knows — he knows you, knows what you need and when to give it to you and that’s a kind of love you don’t think you’ll ever get used to- it’s a flurry of rushed kisses and sweet words, steve urging you with a rasp to cum with him, pleading and whimpering into your neck until you both come undone. you fall asleep in his arms to the ghost of a kiss in your hair

[themidnightghoul]

Hellooo!! Idk if you’re still taking the kissy prompts, but can I interest you in (dammit I forgot the number) 18 or 19 “for encouragement” actually whichever number it is, I think think the other was “for luck” and that feels similar with Swisstom? (Swaeon? whichever you prefer to call the bug!)

Godammit this is barely coherent XD

I am always up for writing kissing Ghouls! Sorry this took a minute to get to but I hope you enjoy! And yes, I am actually writing Ghouls go to Disney World because I think we absolutely need to know what kind of shenanigans they would get up to.

“Are you excited, Baby Bat?” Swiss pulled the little Quint against his chest and rested his chin on their head just behind their Nightmare Before Christmas ears they had gotten at the start of the day. “I know you’ve been wanting to ride this one for a long time, right?”

Phantom was silent as they pressed their back against Swiss’ chest, almost like they were trying to disappear somehow. They simply stared ahead and nodded once, which Swiss could only tell due to his chin being on their head. Something was wrong and he felt a lamb of guilt that he hadn’t noticed sooner.

Swiss immediately turned them around, tilting their chin up to look at him and grabbing the ear headband before it fell off of their head, “Hey, what’s going on? You don’t want to ride this one anymore?”

“I do…” they mumbled, tugging at the hem of their shirt anxiously.

“Okay, then we can still ride it. Are you scared?” Swiss brushed their cheek with his thumb, brushing over the scar on their cheek. He loved their scar and had finally convinced them to stop glamouring it away. When they nodded again he smiled softly. “It’s okay to be scared. This is your first roller coaster, Bug, I’d be surprised if you weren’t at least a little bit nervous.”

Phantom whined softly and Swiss noticed their eyes losing their grey glamor, flickering back to the one white and one purple that they normally were. He kissed each eye gently and when they reopened them, they were back to the glamoured grey, a frown on their face. “Swiss…maybe this wasn’t a good idea. Maybe I’m not ready.” They looked down at their feet, fidgeting with their fingers like they tended to do when they got overwhelmed and couldn’t vocalize properly.

Swiss moved them forward in line, still holding on to them. “If you really don’t think you’re ready, we can go. We’ll meet up with everyone else and go get you a snack and watch the parade. But I think you’d much rather ride this, yeah?”

Another whine and a nod and Swiss gently put his finger under their chin, tilting their head up and smiling. He leaned down and kissed them softly, his free hand pulling them in by their waist. When he pulled away, Phantom was blushing and grinning from ear to ear, clearly feeling much better. “Do you think it’s frowned upon to make out in the line to Seven Dwarves Mine Train?” They whispered, looking around to see if anyone was staring.

Swiss laughed at Phantom’s joke, shrugging his shoulders. “Who cares. It’s the most magical place on Earth or whatever. But right now, you needed a little magic of your own.” He spun them around, wrapping his arms back around their chest. “Now, how about we go see what all the hype is about for this ride, hmm?” He slipped their ears back on their head and stepped them up to the gate.

Phantom tilted their head back, silently asking for another kiss from the Multi Ghoul, who happily obliged. “Yeah, let’s do this, Swissy.”

Kiss prompts!

[pretty-idol-hell]

Okay, so, here is my PriMagi debut story!!

I arrived at Prism Stone Tokyo more or less straight off the plane, a full day of travel and less than three hours sleep, a complete disaster lugging a big suitcase behind me. It was literally my first stop when I got off the train from Narita (well, after the conbini for a pizza bun).

Upon seeing someone on the PriMagi machine, I decided to get in line for PriPara instead. I hoped the PriMagi machine might be free by the time I was done and I was right! Yes! I really didn't want anyone lined up behind me while I was fumbling through it.

.........

As soon as I put the coins in a new person immediately lined up behind me (godammit).

It was basically an exact repeat of what happened to me during my PriPara debut!!! (Someone breathing down my neck as I clearly have noooo idea what I am doing. I mean... Took almost the full countdown to realize ITS A F*ING TOUCH SCREEN. Uuughgh.)

Also, first version Luna has pink highlights (as seen in the video) because I didn't know how to change it then.

Still, although embarrassing (I didn't even know how to scan the cards....) I guess it was kinda cool to debut at Tokyo Station Prism Stone! (Also reminiscent of my PriChan debut, which was at Prism Stone Nagoya.)

So after this, I checked into my hotel, showered and all that, and went out to find an arcade with more machines so I could work things out. And I did! A Taito station with like six or eight machines AND a recorder!!?! So I sat down, put in my money and realized.... I left my profile card back at the hotel....

So, I decided I would just play one game with Auru and then move on. But then this came out of the machine.

Naturally I wanted my character to wear it immediately.

I thought about just making another one but... in the end, I decided no. NO. You are not abandonding initial PriMagi Luna! She debuted at Tokyo Station Prism Stone!

So, I went all the way back to the hotel, all the way back to the arcade, fixed my highlights, learned how to scan cards...

And slowly began to work out the other mechanics of the game.

I also learned that this game gives out URs like candy haha ha... (maybe because it's ending?)

So, first impressions.

I definitely don't like that it costs 200 yen. (All the previous games cost 100.)

But, after playing it's kinda understandable?

I mean just LOOK at these cards. These are actual printed cards from the machine!? How does that work. It's like... ma... magic... (you got me there).

PriMagi also feels like a more umm immersive experience than the previous games? It's LONG. There are a lot of scenes you can skip past, but if you actually watch all of them I feel like it takes at least twice as long as an average game of PriPara.

The rhythm game is kinda random and doesn't flow nearly as well as the previous games. Touch this, now touch that, now touch this. Also, I keep forgetting to select the harder difficulty and the easier one is super boring. Also, I can't figure out the PriMagi equivalent of Cyalume Change (like I mean the button mashing)... my PriPara/PriChan technique hurts my knuckles on the diamond buttons, and my Idol Land technique on the screen is no good either.

And shopping for coords right in the middle of the song? Yeah. HATE IT. I can't imagine ever getting used to that. Even my friend who knows nothing about Pretty Series who was watching over my shoulder was like WTF it's forcing you to pay more? And I was like..... not exactly forcing me...... but............

But.

But the colors, the sounds, the characters. It's all very intoxicating and just designed to draw you in... for some reason 100 yen coins just keep falling out of my pockets... and into this game....

[thatdeadaquarius]

*casually slides into asks*

The Creator having to be taught the language of Teyvat, except they don't realise that each country has their own seperate language and so they are just mixing and matching phrases from each of the languages and no one has any idea what they are saying

*slides back out of asks*

Hello hello my regular customer 💃

Before u slide out, have a cookie for the road! 🤲🍪

Ok but this would actually happen to me

Im partial to the headcanon that theres a trade language in Teyvat, but each country has their own native language, w/sub-dialects too (i think thats the word?)

Just like what u said basically, bc like what if they dont have the trade one 💀 it rlly is just diff languages and im just over here like 😃🗨👋

(Gif is u in the center trying to talk to other people on the sides lol)

Srry if uncreative or kinda a flop i am not a fountain of ideas as much as i wish to be😔🙏

This may be only funny to me...

But i did my bestest for you beloved regular <3

Also u didnt ask for this but u got it anyway LMAO <3

(sorry if i accidentally start callin u xiao pfp i couldnt find a name to call u by)

Ok but like?? Was anybody gonna tell you???

Or like r u so incomprehensible now bc youve mashed all their lingos together that they dont even recognize any of their languages anymore 😭😭???

Yall ever heard that meme sound that has like music playing in the background and its just a loop of a guy saying "..HuH?..HuH?...HuH?"

^^^Everyone else trying to understand you

..

...

.....?

WAIT A MINUTE ?!%

OH GOD OH NO PLEASEEDA@!?

I HAD THE WORST THOUGHTTT!!!!

DO U JUST SOUND LIKE A SIM TO THEM??!!!

😰😰😰😰🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲💀💀💀

CRYINGSOBBING

I CANNOT ESCAPE THIS INTRUSIVE THOUGHT PLEASE NOOOOO JDIOOALLFJSLAFQ

IM ACTUALLY LAUGHING ANDBCRINGING PLEASE -> GOD WALKS AROUND SOUNDING LIKE A SIM TO THE REST OF TEYVAT STOP

♧

Ok but so many people r trying so hard to teach u their language more fully so u can commit to one at least

(Off the top of head, Thoma, Tighnari but if u keep mixing them more and more even on accident he gets too frustrated and accepts it lmao, Amber, Ningguang she wants ur first teyvat lang. to be Liyuean so bad, Kazuha just wants to genuinely understand u and you understand them aw what a sweetheart, Ei once again a person who wants u to learn Inazuman first lol, Zhongli, Jean, Ganyu, Alhaitham but he'd be a terrible teacher i can see it now, Ayato, Ayaka, Gorou, Yae Miko just so u can actually read her novels abt you + have bragging right lol)

..

...Its not really working

Which makes sense tbh, at least to me, bc i sure as fuck couldnt initially hear a big difference between Portugese v. Spanish, Korean v. Japanese etc.

Until i like, kept hearing it over and over and finally got it

(it was easier to differentiate between them on paper than auditorily?? auditorally?!? aUDITORIALLY??!! GODAMMIT IS THAT EVEN A WORD)

.

But I could totally see their languages just all sounding really similar to you, or like, theres some bits and pieces from each lang. that mimic others (pantalones Spanish = pants English for example, and its like all u catch are the "pant" sound so ur like?? Ok so same language right? Hence the mix and match)

♤

So this happens on the daily these days,

U r still going and seeing people,

But nobody has managed to communicate to you that its all different languages lol 🤭

Like this below, happens all the time ⬇️

.

Ur having dinner w/ Kamisato clan bc ofc they wanna welcome u!! :D

And Thoma's there, and yall r at the Teahouse, Thoma just got out the hotpot (oh god🤢 ...wait is that you now, r u just like Venti saying oh Barbatos...?)

And they just started dinner but its already a problem w/ur ass LMAO

.

Thoma: "What do you want to drink Our God?"

You: "Ahfs kal aldsplease give me ahdhai?"

Thomas face just like "...😶🙁 oh no" HAHA

Ayaka trying to help him,

"Please repeat that Your Grace?" 😅

You, again lol: "I would dhkaied that aifjwe please :)"

U sound like a SIMMM TO THEMM 😭😭

.

Utter fail poor Ayaka is at a loss for once,

they're trying so hard to be polite and you havent even gotten a drink yet let alone the meal lmao,

Poor Thoma is struggling, hes just like,

"Um, uh, this one??" All worried bc now hes gotta point to the pitchers one by one until u either point or nod

AND THE REST OF THE DINNER IS JUST THAT SITUATION OVER AND OVER

U give up and just start nodding or pointing for food or napkins or drinks all like, "Oh wow my accent must be heavy today 😀🤷‍♂️"

Absolutely clueless, and they cant even figure out how to tell u lol

...

Oh god i dont wanna think about the chaos if ur also only understanding the basics of every language so not only do they not get all ur words, u dont get theirs 💀

Reminder :D = I have a ✨️poll for 100 follower celebration!✨️Yall get to choose what u wanna see me write about,✨️ Check it out!! :) ♡✨️

Cheers,

🌒🌧🌊Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

♡the beloveds:

@karmawonders

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[jellybear455]

What's left of Anna - The last of us

Pairings: Ellie x mother figure reader; Joel x reader

Warnings: canon violence, swearing, follows plot of the HBO series, I gave reader a name just in case that triggers you

Word count: 2700

Summary: Nearly fifteen years after the death of her sister, Anna Williams, Isabel Bailey journeys through post-apocalyptic America with her niece and a closed off stranger.

Author's note: Readers name is Isabel Bailey (previously Williams). Her physical features remain blank. I have the next 4 parts of this series already lined up, so lmk if you have any feedback. This story will be posted on wattpad upon completion.

Part 2 Part 3

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Gun shots echo through the hallway. Someone is screaming at me to run. I fly around the corner, skidding to a stop at a locked door. My hands shake uncontrollably as I wrestle with the key. Footsteps boom behind me, getting louder and louder with each passing moment. Bursting inside, slamming and locking the door, I rush across the room. Chained to the wall is a terrified girl of no older than fourteen. She flinches as I run towards her, shoving a second, smaller key into her cuffs, setting her free.

“What’s going on?” She asks. Her voice is unsteady.

“Shh, Ellie. Stay close.” I whisper back, pulling my gun from where it was tucked in my pants.

We creep silently across the floor, cringing at gunshots and creaky floorboards. What felt like hours pass as we crouch by the door. Somehow, the lingering silence was more unnerving than the sounds of violence. I squeeze Ellie’s hand to keep the memories poking the edges of my mind at bay.

Eventually, the quiet is broken by the muted whispering of Marlene. She was clearly distressed, and a second voice reassures her. I exhale in relief, before seizing up again. A quiet tapping of feet on the wooden floorboards.

“Stay.” I whisper to Ellie. Sucking in a breath, I slowly reach up to unlock the door, dreading the inevitable soft click. The footsteps grow closer, and Marlene is still oblivious.

I burst out of the door, pointing my pistol down the hall. A few meters away is a man, pistol raised. He steps towards me slowly, and I pointed my gun at him, backing further away.

He was average height, with short, greying hair. His eyes are stony, and his pistol is aimed right at my forehead. As he came in line with the open door, Ellie leapt out, brandishing her knife. It took the man no longer than a second to get her on the floor, her knife under his foot.

“Godammit, El, I told you to stay put.” I mutter, placing my finger on the trigger. Anger swelled in my chest. “Let her go, you asshole, or I swear to god I’ll-”

“Joel?” Marlene says from behind me. Joel seems to recognise her as well, and took his gun off me. “Stand down, Bel.”

Reluctantly I lowered my weapon, but don’t lower my guard.

“Shit…” Ellie cries, looking past me at Marlene.

I press my back against the wall, reluctant to turn away from Joel, and realise Marlene has been shot. Her companion, Kim, is missing an ear.

“I’ll be fine, kid. I said stand down, Bel.”

“I am!” I protest.

“So, this is who Robert screwed us over with.” Another voice echoes down the hall, and a woman emerges from around the corner. “The Che Guevara of Boston? Your war must be pretty shitty to be buying from scumbags like him.”

“Yeah, it kinda has been,” Marlene replies, annoyance and pain leaking into her tone. “The merch was bad, and he obviously didn’t take ‘fuck off’ as an answer.”

“Why do you need a battery?” Joel questions.

Ellie grapples for her knife, and Joel points his gun at her. I raise mine again. “No! No. Not at her. Point at me.”

Joel looks down at Ellie, giving her a warning look, before slowly turning his gun to me. I exhale slowly, lowering my weapon. “What we need that battery for is more important that what you do, I can promise you that.”

“No offense, Tommy is just one man.” Marlene says from behind me. Joel’s face contorts, as though he is trying to conceal his shock. “It’s our business to know things.”

“’To know things’?” Joel repeats. He looks pissed. “You were the cause of it. You turned my own brother against me.”

I shift on my feet, uncomfortable with the anger in Joel’s face, and the terror in Ellie’s. “That was a lot of gunfire. FEDRA will be on their way. We need to leave.”

“I know. We were gonna move Ellie out of the zone tonight. But we won’t make it anywhere like this. Not for a while.”

Glancing over at Marlene, I flash her a look. “Do you think this is-”

“I think you should do it.” She finishes, ignoring my concerns entirely.

“The hell we are.”

“I’m not going with them!”

“I am not leaving her with strangers, Marlene.”

“You won’t.” Marlene sighs, looking to me, then Joel. “You’ll do the job for us. And take Bel with you. She’s a doctor.”

“Fuck, Marlene, you know I can’t leave.” I shoot back.

“Leave with her or leave her.”

I look away, shuffling my feet. She isn’t wrong.

Joel scowls. “Tess, we don’t have time for this.”

“Oh, you don’t have time?” The woman, Tess, scoffs. “Who is she?”

“To you? She’s cargo.” I snap back.

“We don’t smuggle people. Sorry.” Joel replies quickly.

Ellie’s head whips back and forth, unsure where to look. I pull my gaze from Joel’s gun and meet her eyes. “Deep breaths, hun. It’s okay.”

“I can do it.” Kim insists from beside Marlene.

“Kim, you don’t have a fucking ear on your fucking head!” Marlene snaps, “Could you please-… There is a team of Fireflies waiting for her at the old State House. I know what out there, we were going with an entire squadron for that exact reason. Now I don’t have a truck. I don’t have a squadron. FEDRA is five minutes away. What I do have is you. And I know what you’re capable of. For better or for worse.”

“What…” Ellie starts, clearing her throat. “What are they capable of?”

“Be calm, honey. I’m not leaving you.” Ellie sucks in a shaky breath at that.

“You will get her there safely. They will give you what you need.” Marlene pleads. “Not just a battery. The whole thing. Fuelled-up trucks, guns, supplies, all of it. I swear.”

Joel looks towards Tess, before flicking Ellie’s knife away.

“Asshole!” She cries, watching as he walks away.

I shove my gun in the back of my pants, cautiously moving forward and grabbing Ellie before she can retaliate. I wrap an arm around her, and she clings to my waist, glaring at Joel. We back towards Marlene and Kim. Joel’s pistol was still pointing at me.

“What the hell, Marlene?” I mutter. “How do you expect to keep her safe if she’s with strangers?”

“Easy, Bel. You’ll be with her. And I trust them.” Marlene reassured me. She sounded like she was trying to convince herself too. She raises her voice. “Ya’ll talks it through, but please remember I am bleeding out.”

Tess stares intensely at Joel for a moment longer. “Okay, here’s the deal. We get her to your crew in the State House, but before we hand her over, they give us everything we want. If not, we kill her then and there.”

Joel shoves his pistol into his jacket pocket, and a little bit of relief spreads through me.

“Deal.” Marlene says quickly.

“Really?” Ellie scoffs. “That fast?”

“You are all the matters. My team will not jeopardise you. Remember what I told you?”

I sigh. “Go get your backpack, El.”

Tess and Marlene exchange a look as I watch Ellie disappear through the door. When she returns, Tess doesn’t waste any time. “Let’s go.”

Ellie stares at Marlene, a silent goodbye, before disappearing after Tess, bumping Joel in the shoulder. I send Marlene a nod. I’m reluctant to leave her when she’s injured, but I don’t hav much choice. “Please be careful. And see a doctor.”

“Keep her safe.” Marlene says. “And don’t die. She doesn’t need any more of that.”

--

“What the fuck?” Ellie cries, thumping a fist against the door that Tess had just shut on us.

“It’s okay, honey. They’re just talking.” I reassure her, flopping down on an armchair.

Ellie grumbles in annoyance. I watch silently as she navigates her way through the messy apartment and picks up a book. The door opens again, and Joel storms in, taking a seat on the sofa opposite me.

“Sooo, who’s Bill and Frank?” Ellie begins, looking down at the book. Joel gave her a baffled look. “The radio’s a smuggling code, right? 60’s song, the don’t have anything new, 70’s, they got new stuff. What’s 80’s?”

Joel snatches the book, tossing it on the table. He lies down on the sofa, closing his eyes.

“What are you doing?” Ellie asks.

“Killing time.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do?”

“I’m sure you’ll figure that out.”

Ellie huffs, and I held out an arm. “Come here, hun.”

She grabs the book of the table, sending Joel a dirty look before curling up next to me. She lets me wrap my arms around her, and she leans her head on my shoulder. Before long she was fast asleep.

--

“Her name is Ellie.”

I looked down at the little pink baby in my arms. She was out like a light, breathing softly. Her tiny hands clutched at my finger like it was a lifeline. She was too sweet for a world this cruel. “Where’s Anna?”

Marlene nodded to the closed door. Someone was crying on the other side. There was only one reason my sister would give up her baby so easily. Ellie stirred in my arms, and I rocked her gently. I wanted to say something, anything, to break the silence, to smother the knowledge that this sweet baby girl would never know her mother, but no words came to my lips.

“Let me see her.”

“We have to give her up to FEDRA.” Marlene whispered, subtly wiping a tear from her cheek and placing her hands firmly on my shoulders. “I can’t keep her safe.”

“Let me see her!” I shouted. “Anna!”

“Bel,” I could hear her sobbing. “Keep her safe, Bel. I love you.”

Grief bubbled in my stomach. It burned. Ellie began to cry, and I clutched her tighter. “I love you, I’m so sorry. Let me go, Marlene. Please.”

“I’m so sorry, Isabel.” Marlene turned away.

 “Me too.” I sobbed.

The door closed behind her. I covered Ellie’s ears as a gunshot rang out. She cried louder and I tried in vain to calm her. It was difficult when I couldn’t hold in my own tears.

It was a few hours until we make it back to the QZ. I stood at my apartment window with Ellie. We watched the sunrise together. Then, I walked her right into hell.

--

Joel presses his shoulder to the sewer cover, forcing it open. A crack of light sweeps through the dark space, before moving past. He crawls out of the gap. Tess pushes Ellie forward next, then me.

“Jesus Christ, I’m actually outside!” Ellie cries, standing up and looking around.

“Ellie!” I mutter, pulling her down beside me just in time for the light to sweep past us again. “Stay the fuck down.”

We stay still for a few more moments, listening for any signs that we’d been spotted.

“Okay, we’re gonna take the left edge around the buffer zone.” Tess whispers.

I wrap one hand around Ellie’s wrist. “Stay close, and for god’s sake, stay down.”

“Yeah. Yeah, of course.” Ellie replies quickly. Joel makes a face.

“Let’s go.”

Tess leads us under an old, rusted bus. I keep a hand on Ellie’s backpack as we crawl. It was slightly inconvenient, but I am not letting her out of arm’s reach. We emerged from the bus and weaved through a maze of broken cars.

A FEDRA truck rumbled past, sweeping a light across us. Joel grabs me by the waist, separating me from Ellie and pulling me down to where he was hiding. We crouch there for a moment. My breathing is unsteady, and my heart thuds in unnatural patterns. Joel’s hand pressed into my waist until the light disappears and he gestures to keep going.

My hand is back on Ellie’s pack as we shuffle through a busted pipe. Another light sweeps past, and we freeze again. The wonder of being outside the walls had worn off, and I could see the utter fear painted on Ellie’s face. I clutch her hand tightly, offering silent reassurance. A flash of lightning illuminates us as we continue through piles of rubble.

“What the hell?” I spin around, spotting the FEDRA soldier too late. He scrambles from where had been taking a piss, grabbing his gun and pointing it at us. “Don’t move!”

Lightning flashes again, and I saw the man’s face. A flicker of recognition sparks in his eyes as he looks between me and Joel.

“You gotta be shitting me.” He grumbles. “I told you to stay home, man.”

“We can talk about this.” Joel replies quickly.

“Get on your knees!”

Tess sighes in resignation. “Do it. Get on your knees.”

It has been a long time since I had prayed, but I guess when you’re about to die that doesn’t matter. I pray that the soldier didn’t know who I was. I had seen him before, but I didn’t know his name.

“Listen, if you let us do this run, we’ll split the cards with you.” Tess reasons.

“Will you?” The soldier scoffs.

“Yeah.”

“Oh, I’m so blessed. Hands on your head, eyes forward.”

Reluctantly, I thread my fingers behind my head. The soldier holds a square device to Tess’s neck, and my blood runs cold. Ellie stiffens beside me.

“Really, man?” Tess cries.

“Yep. We’re doing this by the book.”

Ellie stares ahead, terrified. “Bel…”

“It’s okay, honey. I got this.”

“How about three quarters?” Tess was almost begging now. I catch a glimpse of the screen. It’s green.

“Unauthorised exit.” The solider announces. He sounds almost smug. “They’ll hang you for that.”

“Fine, everything off this run.” Joel pleads as the device is turned to him. His screen turned green, too. “And half off on all the pills.”

“Half off?”

“All off.” The soldier scowls. My screen was green. He turns to Ellie. “Risk my job for ‘half off’. Out of your fucking mind-”

I leap to my feet, throwing a fist into the soldier’s face. He stumbles back, clutching his nose. I grab his rifle, pointing it back at him. He whips out a pistol, aiming it at Ellie. I want to shoot him so badly, that would destroy any change we have of getting away.

“Jesus, Bailey.” He shouts. I freeze slightly. “Yeah, I know who you are. I thought you would be better than this.”

I suck in a breath. “You asshole.”

“Let’s talk about this.” Joel cuts in. He’s standing in front of Ellie.

“Move.”

“Put down the gun.” I snap. Nobody moves.

 “Move.”

My gaze flicks over to Joel. His hands are raised, and his face is stony, but his eyes were elsewhere. The soldier takes a step forward, and my finger moves to the trigger. Joel moves, and within a second he is on the soldier. His fist pummels into the soldier over and over, until he isn’t moving. Ellie stares. The soldier is dead, but Joel isn’t slowing down. Without thinking, I rush forward and grab his arm. “Joel! Stop.”

His fist heads in my direction, and I dodge. “Joel!”

He freezes, I can see the confusion in his eyes. I take to moment to grab his bloody hand and pull him to his feet. He doesn’t resist.

“Joel!” Tess called, flipping the device screen up. Red.

“I’m not sick! This is three weeks old. No body lasts more than a day!” Ellie cries desperately, revealing the veiny, white scar on her arm.

I swear loudly. This exactly what we were trying to avoid. “There is no time for this. We need to go. Now.”

Tess snaps back to reality, looking around for more soldiers. I sling the rifle over my shoulder. Joel is still dazed, and I drag him away from the body. Tess leads us through a hole in the fence, and we are free.

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[ilikemicrowaves]

@bloogers-boogers I'm really shy about posting this but hi

It Meant Nothing

      "Hey guys, heard of gay chicken?" Asked Kenny muffled through his coat.

      "The fuck is gay chicken?" Asked Stan

"I think It's where we take turns kissing each other, and the last to chicken out wins." Said Kyle.

      "Oh no way, I am not kissing a dirty jew."

Said Cartman.

      "And I'm not kissing a fatass either."

Retorted Kyle.

      Stan and Kenny looked at each other, smirks on their faces.

      "20 bucks." Said Kenny.

"We can split it." Stan whispered to Kenny.

      "We are not-"

"Make it 25." Cut in Cartman.

      "Deal." Agreed Kenny.

"But! We are doing it last." Said Kyle

      "Fine I'll go first." Said Cartman.

He waited for Stan or Kenny to come forward.

      "Pull down your hood poor boy." He said.

"My lucky day." Kenny joked.

      He reached up and slide it away from his unwashed face. His hair was dirty and sweaty even though it was snowing.

      "Ready to taste the rainbow?"

"Shut up."

      Cartman pulled him in quick and kissed.

Kenny couldn't help but giggle a little as he let go. He coverd his mouth smiling and said, "that was so gay."

      "Who's gonna kiss who next?" Asked Stan.

      "Who ever is brave enough." Said Kenny.

"I'll do it," said Kyle. "I'm not backing down to a stupid kiss."

    "Stan come here."

Stan backed away as Kyle reached for him.

      "Stan, already?" Asked Kenny

"But, Wendy-"

     "Uh oh, someone's a pussy." Said Cartman

      "She's not here, it'll mean nothing anyway." Reassured Kyle.

      "Are you sure, because she's already mad at me for-"

      "No, no, no, Stan's right, the she-hippie can't handle a little bromance." Cartman teased.

      "Shut up, fatass!" Yelled Kyle.

"Come on Stan, your not going to listen to Cartman are you?"

      Stan looked at the ground for a minute, eyes tracing the cracks in the concrete.

      "I'm sorry Kyle, me and Wendy already have enough problems right now. I'm chickening out." Stan backed away, Kyle disappointed. << gay?🤨

      "Pucker up, pretty boy." Kenny said taking off his hood once again.

      "I am not loosing this stupid game." Kyle said.

      Before Kyle could kiss him Kenny backed away and started laughing.

      "I'm sorry I'm sorry! I can't help it." He said between laughs.

      "Let's just get it over with,"

They leaned in again but just as there lips touched, Kenny snorted and kept giggling like a girl at a sleepover.

      "Omg, kiss already!" Cartman held his head in his hands

      "What, so you can kiss me next?" Teased Kyle.

      "I will kick your ass!"

Kenny grabbed Kyle's shirt and pulled him in for a smooch.

      "Yall are so slow." Commented Stan.

"At least I didn't chicken out." Said Kenny.

     "Alright, now the fun really begins." Kenny put his hands together as Stan pulled a twenty and a five out his wallet.

      "Godammit Kyle, why couldn't you've chickened out!"complained Cartman

      "I'm not losing this because kisses don't mean anything." Kyle said, "Plus I owe Ike money so come here."

      Kyle grabbed for him but Cartman jerked away. "Oh and don't forget Kyle, I can use this as blackmail."

      Kyle stopped for a minute, "So, you don't want the money?" He asked.

      "You God damn jew, of course I want the money!" He said. "But just for the record, I'm going to tell all the girls you kissed me. He got close and quiet at the last part, he knew that would tick Kyle off.

      "No,"

"What?"

"I'm not going to kiss you Cartman," he said determinedly. "You'll just have to kiss me."

      "Now it's getting somewhere," said Stan

"To be honest, now I want them to kiss." Added Kenny.

      "Wa-why me!?" He yelped

"Seems like you wanna kiss me so bad."

      "No, you have to kiss me!"

Kyle tried not to smile to keep the affect going, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch a little.

      "Who's the pussy now?" He said with an eyerole.

      "Pussy? Your the one to scared to make the first move." He said dramatically.

      "I'm the pussy?" Giggled Kyle.

"Well, first your a jew, second, I'm gonna tell all the girls you kissed me, and third-"

      "Is jew the only insault you have for me?" He asked, his cheeks flame red.

      "Your still a pussy-"

Kyle grabbed Cartmans face and pulled him into a kiss. He squinted his eyes shut, but for Cartman it was the complete opposite. Kyle didn't let go for a second, all of their emotions where entwined in that very moment. Kenny and Stan gasped, making Kyle bring his thoughts together.

He let go and gasped as though that kiss sucked all the oxygen from him.

      "There goes the last of my money." Said Kenny.

      Cartman just stood there, Dazed. He tried collecting all his thoughts until he could breath again. He put a hand to the place Kyle had grabbed him.

      "Call me pussy again." Kyle said.

I didn't really know how to end it so I left it there.

Also, one of my favorite hcs is Kenny giggles when anybody tries to kiss him

[dramioneasks]

HP FESTS: Dramione Month (Part 4)

Dramione Month 2023:

An Insufferable Duo by MarinaJune - G, one-shot - “Granger, take a look at this!” The excited tone of Malfoy’s voice had her rushing over to stand by his side in seconds. The potion glowed a gentle shade of lavender purple, the vapors surrounding them in a sweet aroma. “I think this is the best color we’ve seen yet at this stage. I have a r eally good feeling about this one, Draco!” The instant his name left her lips, she wanted to take it back. The grin that had filled his face had transformed to a look of shock she was afraid to analyze too closely. Despite their truce and these several weeks, pleasant as she might dare to describe them, she had never once referred to him by his given name. Except in her dreams.

10-minute Surprise by MarinaJune - E, one-shot - “Professor, if I may have a moment of your time?” Hermione swept past his Potions students where they leaned over cauldrons and diligently chopped ingredients in the no-nonsense manner she’d perfected from a young age. Like him, she wore her teaching robes, having recently finished with her Ancient Runes class of 6th years. Draco raised a curious eyebrow at her request but said nothing. He merely stood with a very Severus-like sweep of cloth to follow her into his office. The students paid them no attention, having become accustomed to the two professors taking private meetings during class.

Somewhere Between a Quill and a Biscuit by MarinaJune - G, one-shot - He tossed down Floo powder and shoved his head into the flames before she could finish her sentence. Mere moments later, he backed up to sit more appropriately on one side of the couch. He summoned a box of biscuits from the kitchen and started munching happily. She hoped he choked on them. “Theo, who did you—” Once again, Hermione found herself interrupted by the figure that stepped out of the fire and into their common room. “Malfoy?” He spun around mid-swipe, dust still clinging to his uniform. "Granger?” As if on cue, they both turned suspicious gazes towards the couch. “Theo?” Their joint accusation sent the Head Boy into a fit of laughter.

Mixtape by emilyinwonderland - G, one-shot - Draco Malfoy discovers muggle music in the Eighth Year Common Room.

Fantasies and Realities by writes_and_wrongs - Draco Malfoy’s eyes raked over her body like hot coals. They seared into her skin and made her flush. He wanted to devour her. And she wanted him to. She blinked rapidly. This was so realistic. "My, my,” he smiled to himself. “How lucky am I?”

anting to Know Me; Wanting to Know You by MarinaJune - T, one-shot - “So what do you say, Granger? You willing to hear me out and let me do the same for you?” Malfoy’s persistent question pulled her out of her fantasies, and if she didn’t know any better, she could have sworn a hint of his old smirk played at the corner of his lips as if he knew exactly what she’d be envisioning. Obviously, that was just her imagination. She was Hermione Granger, godammit. Head Girl. Gryffindor. Survivor. She thrust out her hand and he stared at it blankly. “It’s a handshake, Malfoy. I’m agreeing to try this thing out.”

We Should Be Friends by belladeexx - T, one-shot - A short peek at Hermione and Draco's 8th year after she insists they become friends.

Hufflepuffs Invite Everyone: Dramione Edition by Sparkly_Bee - E, one-shot - Hufflepuff parties are known for a few things: 1. They always invite everyone - “Leave your house rivalries at the door or else!” 2. They always have the best food and drinks available. But the third thing that Hufflepuff parties are known for is their legendary party games! This story follows my two favorite idiots, Hermione and Draco, as they navigate their way through a few salacious games. Expect Hufflepuff lore and some shameless smut!

Green Boxers by Wanderingfair - E, one-shot - “It’s those green boxers, you know.” He could feel her smile with his eyes closed.

“What about my green boxers?” He looked up at her before letting his eyes flutter shut again. “I didn’t realize the effect they’d have on me, Malfoy.” “I’m quite glad you’re so taken with them.” He leaned up to meet her lips.

Speed Dates & Surprises by anxiousm3ss - G, one-shot - “Well? Are you a regular at muggle speed dating, Malfoy? I thought your parents arranged your betrothal when you were twelve or something.” 6 years after the war, Hermione Granger runs into Draco Malfoy in an unexpected place.

[sarahs-secrets2]

Die for Me (Phillip Graves x Reader) ࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

another request! thank you so much anon!

based on Die for Me by Post Malone ft Halsey & Future

gn! fem biased (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: angsttttt, cheating (not in a sexy way), Phillip being an asshole, swearing, pet names

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The door creaked open as the hallway light flicked on, illuminating the room as Phillip walked into your shared home, dropping his duffle on the floor. It was late, the sun had set a long time ago. You had figured he would've been home earlier but these late-night arrivals had become typical at this point. The sound of him kicking his boots off echoed through the house as you sat up from the couch rubbing your eyes, you had fallen asleep waiting for him to come home. 

“Hey,” he whispered as he made his way into the living room, “You didn't have to wait up,”

“I wanted to,” you reached towards the coffee table grabbing your phone. Phillip bent down to kiss you, you flinched turning your head so his lips landed on your cheek instead. “Sit down, please”

“What’s all this about darlin’? Are you alright?” his brow furrowed. 

“I’m fine,”

“Talk to me, what’s goin’ on?” his hand began to rub your thigh lightly, quickly you stood up causing his hand to drop back down to the couch, “What the hell are you doin’?”

“Are you cheating on me?” your arms crossed in front of your chest as you stared him down where he sat on the couch.

“No?” he stood up and placed his hands on your hips pulling you close to him, “I would never do that, I couldn't do that to you,” his southern accent was heavy, he was purposefully laying it on thick. 

“You’re a fucking liar,” you shook his hands off your hips, and your finger jabbed into his chest as he tried to back away.

“Stop that,” 

“Stop? How about you stop being a fucking dick, Phillip? You think of that?”

“Godammit, can you let me think for a second?” his hands ran down his face as he started to pace in front of you.

“Did you ‘get a chance to think’ when you were fucking that girl? Hm?” you snapped your fingers, “Quickly, I’m waiting,”

“You weren’t supposed to find out about that, it was a mistake,” 

“God, you’re too predictable Phillip you know that? I just knew something was happening, way too many late nights, I just had this feeling you were lying to me,”

“You never trusted me what I am supposed to do with that,”

“Don’t turn this around on me, I’m not the one fucking girls in our bed,” your voice was increasingly raising as you went on, making sure you got your point across. 

“How the hell did you even find out?” he slouched back down onto the couch sinking into the cushions, his hands continuing to hide his face from you

“The fucking security system you dumbass, there’s literally a picture of her leaving the house,” you held your phone up to his face, the photo on your phone showed Phillip escorting the one-night stand back to her car that was parked in your spot. His hand was on her lower back and she was smiling up at him, the cherry on top was her in Graves’ hoodie. 

“I thought I deleted it,” he was exasperated trying to explain himself to you. 

“Cute sweatshirt she's wearing huh?” it was almost laughable at this point. You swiped through the collection of photos the doorbell camera had captured. At the time when you first saw them you felt sick. It was an indescribable feeling, like the drop on a rollercoaster. Your heart raced and the air in your lungs felt nonexistent. This was over a week ago and after some time regrouping you had come to terms and were ready to confront him. 

“I’m sorry,” he hung his head as he choked on his words, not even looking at you as he said it. 

“Pack your shit and get out of this house Phillip, I can't even believe you,”

“Can we talk about this,” he stood back up trying to continue the conversation. 

“What else is there to talk about? Do you remember you used to tell me that you would take a bullet for me? You would die for me?” he stood silently in front of you not able to conjure a response, “You changed, I’m not sure who is standing in front of me but it’s not the same man I fell in love with,”

“Whatever, I’ll get my stuff,” he shoved passed you brushing past your shoulder as he made his way to the bedroom.

“Take the bed sheets while you're at it,” you yelled down the hall. You weren't able to hear his response, just some angry mumbling from the room. Graves stomped around the room shoving his stuff into his bags and grabbing as much as he could. He couldn't explain why he did what he did, maybe that’s the reason he was being so defensive about it, he knew he was wrong and he still wasn't sure why he did it. 

“I don't have all night Phillip, just get the rest later,” you approached the bedroom, leaning against the doorframe as you watched a frazzled Graves shove random shirts into his bag. He glanced over at you before returning to his duffle and zipping it up. You led the way out of the house opening the front door for him as he walked out. He stopped halfway down the front sidewalk before turning around to face you, he gave you a sad smile and a nod. He knew it was his fault and he couldn't blame you for it at all, his actions had caused your reaction and now he had to live with that. 

You watched as he slid his duffles into the backseat of his truck before jumping in and starting the engine. He gave a small wave before backing out of the driveway, you didn't reciprocate as you walked back into the house. The door closed behind you as you let your hand linger on the doorknob a little longer than usual. Taking a deep breath you headed back to the bedroom to replace the sheets Phillip Graves had taken with him. It was time for a clean start and clean sheets.

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anon idk if this is what you were thinking but i hope you like it eek

[no-luscinia-no-amore]

Hi!!! I really love your snake Crowley plush and I want to make a similar one both as A Friend and also as like, a mini weighted blanket type thing to drape over myself when I'm anxious. Did you use a pattern for him?

Hellloooooo! I am unbelievably delighted that my snake child is so beloved!!! First, I have definitely been cuddling with him as a weighted blanket snek and honestly the snakey form is sssso much better than a blanket imo because he's A Wiggly Friend rather than just a big suffocating warm thing. Highly recommended!

Second, no I did not use a pre existing pattern, but I can tell you what I did and if the instructions are too vague I can (try to) write a real one up to share! I am kinda an intuitive (lmao, messy) knitter in that I hate fixing mistakes so I just integrate any I make into the project and let whatever happens guide the process but there was a method which emerged eventually.

This is LONG. But here we go:

Here's the yarn I used. Total, 120ish (maybe 160??) yd of super bulky for his belly and 4 skeins of 2 strands held together (total 450ish yd?) of a bulky worsted for his back. It was on sale? Definitely go bulky as you can manage, otherwise you'll be at this forever. If I was rich I would have held together a strand of silk blend black with the plain superwash for a pretty glistening look but whatever

Cascade yarn is the best mid grade superwash ever.

I like the look of held together yarn for contrast against the belly, makes the black stitches look more scaled and have a softer drape but whatever, if you hate holding strands together and prefer a more overall bulky look, use super bulky all over. Bernat is cheaper than wool for sure too.

I knitted his belly first, using US 13/9mm needles and K stitch. I was doing a snake crowley glove project at the same time and knitting them in the round half black half red. It SUCKED and was unmanageable. I hate colourwork. So, tummy first to establish length because it's easier to rip out if I make a horrible mistake. That happened a lot as he kept getting longer and longer and I tried to do increases without looking while watching much ado about nothing and ...etc

The top was knitted in stockinette with 10.5/6mm needles directly onto his belly, by sliding the last black stitch of the row onto the right needle, picking up a red stitch from the first row available of the belly, moving the black stick back over to the left above the red stitch, and then k or p2tog in stockinette. I always picked up the red stitch knitwise because I'm lazy.

It sounds way more complicated than it is, but you must 1) know what your stitches look like so you consistently pick up the same one each row and 2) be careful not to skip a belly row, since it'll end up crooked and janky if you skip one or accidentally pick up twice from the same row (bulky, lighter colour, knit stitch all helped a lot here! Do the belly first!)

This made the cool effect of stippling at the transition and meant I didn't have to sew anything together ever but it also made stuffing him HELL ON WHEELS since it was a 6+ ft tube already by the time I stuffed (I'll explain stuffing at the end)

If you do this, use circulars. Easier to deal with all the twisting and chaos once you're 3 feet in. You can just knit the sections separately and baste them at the end OR only knit them together on one side and baste the other at the end oh godammit why didn't I do that

Ok, back to the belly.

Here's a closer look at the bottom of his snoot;

You can see I'm a messy increaser lmao. I did the increases in the middle so there would be a throat look, I think? That was a long time ago when I thought he would be about 4 feet of snek. Anyway, start with a small amount of stitches (looks like I was at 3?) increase row by row for the eye socket/jaw part, and then decrease after a few rows. Sometimes I knit a few rows to see what I'm working with, then trace what I have and sketch out the rest of the shape/size I'm aiming for. I did not do that here, just increased until it looked like the width I wanted and then knit a couple rows before decreasing a little for his neck.

Except snakes don't really have necks, but whatever. You should think of the belly as the BASE of the whole thing. Don't get clever trying to increase and decrease too much for shaping, I did that and it was hell when making the top. Find a stitch width past the head part which seems cuddly/about 1/3 of the total round shape you'll want to end up with after stuffing and knit that for a million years until you've attached your last red skein.

I started decreasing for his tail to end up being 1/4 of his total length. You'll be obsessively measuring the whole time because making him takes forever, so do math or just decide "its tail time!"

Just k2tog at the second to last stitch on the needle (because remember, you'll be picking up the last stitch for the top!) an odd number of rows at a time. This is where it's hard to really write a pattern because those red stitches are hidden by the construction! Ultimately, after 4-5 ft of the belly you should be familiar with your gauge and know how many stitches will make a smooth transitional taper. If you oops and decrease too many times on the same edge creating a weird angle, who cares. You'll be hiding so many sins with the top part. Once you're down to 5 stitches or so, switch to circulars or dpns and make as long of an icord as feels right to you, decreasing at some point to bind off your cord with a final total of 2 stitches.

Ok, top part. Decide which side of the belly is the inside! Or wait to see what you end up with like I did lmao.

I picked up the red snoot stitches instead of casting on and started knitting with the black yarn in reverse stockinette. Actually I changed my mind about 5 rows in to his snoot which side was going to face out, but whatever. Same thing, stockinette stitch. After 5ish rows of knitting black stitches, picking up the red stitch and knitting them together in pattern, switch stockinette directions (knit two rows, then purl, then knit etc) so his snoot is snooty.

Ok real talk, what I actually did for his head was, first, I just picked up red stitches and knitted them in pattern WITHOUT reducing to account for them, because I wanted the top curve of his head and body to be larger than the belly. Picking up without k2tog will increase each row by 1 stitch!

Then, once it was obviously a bit larger, what I did for picking up the red stitches at his mouth without increasing was:

k2tog the second and third to last black stitches, move last stitch over, pick up red stitch, move black stitch back, knit the black stitch, knit the red stitch. This looks different than the body, as you can see here:

Head has black stitches interlaced with red, body just has red stitches stippling the transition. If you like the snaggly toothy look, do it that way for his face I guess! Or make it not look like trash, expecting nobody will ever see it up close but you! Lmao

I added some wrong way stitches to mark where his eyes would go (as eyebrows!) but if you don't have a good sense of how the head is coming together don't do that.

Follow along your belly increases while knitting/attaching the top, more or less. No need to mark exactly when increase/decreases happened, just try to keep the width of the back a little wider than the belly. You can increase by just not k2tog the red stitch you pick up! When you decrease, do that with the second and third stitches of the row instead of at the end, so you don't end up with a mess of k2togs always clustered together.

Also don't be stupid like I was and decide to just go nuts increasing and then frantically have to decrease unless you want him to be randomly fat in the middle ok?

Ok stuffing.

Ideally you sew his eyes on first. If you want to wait until his head is stuffed, just know you'll be trapped in the hell that I was and be VERY CAREFUL that you don't stab through the bead tube.

Start stuffing around 4-5 feet in (OR ONLY ATTACH HIM ON ONE SIDE whatever! I am so annoyed I only just NOW figured that out but I didn't have to sew anything but his eyes I GUESS) It will be impossible to travel with him after this and will make it hard to manage the turning of stockinette but anything is better than stuffing a 7ft tube. I used about 7lb of poly beads but only you know how heavy you want him.

I cut the legs off 2 pairs of tights (4 long tubes) poured just the beads into 2 of them, and mixed beads with stuffing into the other 2. Tightly tie off the open tops! Or sew them but...why

If you don't care about seeing the stuffing through the stitches, then intersperse stuffing around and between your tubes of beads. If you do care, gods be with you because I rolled the stuffing up into a very long piece of velvet and shoved it in there but nope, nobody should do that. I don't know why they don't make black poly stuffing.

His eyes are 48mm vintage buttons so I can't give you a link for them. If you're trying to make a similar sized snake fren you'll probably want to use 35mm-50mm. Nobody sells large enough safety/snap eyes in yellow cat eyes, as far as I can tell after searching for a couple of weeks :(

OK THAT'S ALL tell me if you want better close ups or anything or if you'd like this in a real pattern?? I have never written a pattern. But I might in the name of snekCrowleys for the world!

[miscfandomwrites]

Academically Kickass: Chapter One

Pairing: Avengers x Mafia! Student! Fem! Reader

Warnings: Language

Words: 1.7k

Location: Mavel > Wanda Maximoff > Series

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

“Ms. (Y/N).” Clarke said as she saw me exit the building. 

I nodded to her, pausing and stepping beside her, letting the rest of the school flow out the doors.

That’s when I noticed Jack, who exited the door and made his way over to us.

He was following me. Godammit-I should have seen that. Fuck, here comes the lecture.

“Ms. (Y/N), did you notice I wa-”

I cut him off before the lecture started. “No, Jack. You’re supposed to let me know anyway, if I’m being followed. That is a rule.” I told him as I turned, heading down the walkway. 

Clarke kept pace with me, tugging on the leash for Roscoe. Meanwhile, Jack had to jog and dodge students to get to us. 

 I chuckled as I kept walking, taking the long way around the school to the teacher’s parking lot. 

Finally Jack caught up with us, and gave me a sour look and nothing more (thankfully).

Perks of being a Mafia Lord's Daughter: You get to park anywhere. And since my Father is a main donor of the school, I not only get top-tier classes and good academic results, but I am well known.

Oh please. I work my ass off for my grades-I made sure to explain that to the Board and to my teachers. Just because my Father has influence does NOT mean I get treated any differently. 

We headed to the parking lot, and I immediately knew which car they took to get here. 

The dodge challenger-black, as the majority of our cars were. It was beautiful, I’ll give you that. 

Money makes beauty. But money cannot be beauty-you actually need to work for that. 

We headed to the car, Clarke unleashing Roscoe who walked towards the car, sniffing around and under it. 

Clarke unlocked it, and opened the driver’s side door for me, and I got in. Roscoe got in the back with me, sitting on the passenger side. 

Clarke would be driving, and it seems Jack would be the passenger.

I opened my book again after putting my seatbelt on, and lost myself in it as we headed home. 

Thankfully the car was silent, which not only gave anxiety but took it away. 

How bad is it? With three of them now, it’s bound to be bad, yet it’s not bad enough where I needed to be taken out of class, much less have a bodyguard with me at all times. 

The drive back to the house took almost twenty minutes, and I spent most of it either reading or glancing at my phone now and again, awaiting a message from either my father or my brother, explaining things to me. Nothing. 

Finally, I peered up from my book and glanced around the car. Clarke was focused on the road, Jack was on his phone, messaging whoever, and Roscoe was facing forward, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. I raised my eyebrows before flipping my phone over and tucking my head back into my book.

~~

The gates opened automatically as we pulled into the driveway leading up to them, and we pulled around to the front of the house….

“What the hell is going on?” I asked out loud as I saw the new guards posted. Four out by the front doors, two holding rifles, and a quick glance at the roof had me seeing two men with long-range rifles posted up. “Jesus Christ…” I murmured as I got out of the car. Shouldering my bag and tucking my phone in my back pocket, I headed up the snow-encrusted steps. Only a light dusting, enough for the snowmelt to already start eating away at it. 

Jack opened the doors and we walked through. There were more guards, at the balconies and at the foot of the stairs. I saw more posted at the doors. Thankfully, my father and brother were already there. Along with a few other people I recognized, mostly as my father’s associates and ‘helping hands’.

I only took note of my surroundings, waiting for him to speak. 

“(Y/N), I’m glad you’re home.” Father spoke. I tilted my head in interest. I am usually called a pet name, such as darling, or babygirl, etc… for him to call me by my first name is when I knew it was serious. 

He didn’t bother to turn around before he raised his hand, dismissing his cadre. They filtered out to a side room and I turned my attention back to my father. 

“Why don’t you get changed and...dressed up so you can meet our associates?” 

I only nodded before taking off up the stairs, heading to my room. Jack took Roscoe and they stayed behind, while Clarke followed me into my room. 

I dumped my bag next to my desk and tossed my book on it, before starting to take off my outer layers of clothing. 

“Something nice, I suppose then?” I asked her as I hung my jacket on the back of my chair. 

“I suggest something feminine, perhaps a dress?” She said as I took my shoes into my closet. 

I hummed and started looking through the racks of clothes, before settling on a decent black dress. Paired with some gold or diamonds, some heels, and my knives, it’ll do nicely. 

I made sure to shave and wash my hair, but I tried to keep getting ready relatively quickly. 

No less than twenty minutes later, my hair styled down and my knives strapped on, I pulled on my heels and finished with my jewelry before heading downstairs. 

Clarke led me through the house and towards the back of it, where some of the main meeting rooms were. Through two sets of doors and two sets of guards, we arrived at the room where my father only met with his highest, and most important clientele. It wasn’t used often, so when I needed a quiet place to work I was often found here. 

The walls held various guns from various times, some dating back to the civil war and some as recent as last year’s newest chinese additions. All were in perfect working order, and well taken care of. And I’ve shot them all. I guess that’s one of the perks of being in my odd little family-being taught from a young age how to defend myself and those I love. 

But at the same point, I never got to really experience a decent childhood. I don’t remember a time my father and I spent any time together outside of my ‘training’ or dinners. 

Father stood at the head of the table, my brother to his left and Jacob, his second in command, to his right. There were the associates, along with three men and two women I didn’t recognize. There was an empty seat at the other head of the table, right in front of me. 

“(Y/N), I’m glad you could join us.” He said, motioning to the chair in front of me. We all sat down and I turned my attention to the strangers. 

The men, one dark skinned and with an eyepatch. Looked clean cut, with mostly leather and black accessories. The man to his right, a blonde white boy who was very well muscled and wearing a suit. Then the other man whom I recognized as Tony Stark, someone that I’ve seen only in mention and in passing. And the two women: Natasha Romanoff, an inspiration and one of the most notorious assassins. I’ve seen her only twice, both in dealings with my father. 

Why would she deal with him? She’s an assassin with her own goals, which were none of my business unless they directly affected me or my family. And the other one, someone I’ve seen only on television and heard about in conversations. Wanda Maximoff. 

“So, do you have an idea why you are here, Miss (L/N)?” The one with the eyepatch-Fury, if I can recall correctly-asked me. 

I leaned back into the chair, nodding my thanks to Clarke as she set a cup of coffee in front of me. I took it in my hands and quietly thanked her before I studied the man and took a sip of the warm drink. 

“If I did, why would you be asking me that?” I replied, raising my eyebrow. 

“You are being asked to join the Avengers Initiative.” 

I looked towards my father. Who sighed and sipped his bourbon. 

“Before we get into any details, does this explain the heightened security and three guard team assigned to me today, father?” I asked him. He nodded. 

“Our rivals decided to ban together. And as it seems, have joined forces with Hydra, their” He gestured to the group “Enemies as well. They know that our bloodline has...abilities. And all three of us, myself, your brother, and you are being searched for.” 

“Then why does the invitation not extend to my brother as well?” I asked. 

“Because I’ve already been tested, (F/N), and I don’t show any abilities. Neither does father.” He replied.

“And me?” 

“You have been tested and shown the aptitude. But you haven’t shown any outward signs yet, as far as abilities beyond advanced healing and a high IQ.” Father replied. I nodded and took another sip of my coffee before turning back to Fury.

“And why do you want me to join?” I questioned him. 

“Because you need training for your abilities as they come into play. And you would be a good ally to have.” Steve told me. 

I sighed and set my coffee down, looking towards my father. 

“And what about here? Do you need my assistance or are you willing to let me go and do this?” I asked him.

He ran a hand through his hair and tilted his head back. 

“Princesa, this is your decision. I can influence it but that wouldn’t be fair. This is your choice. I suggest you go. You’ll be surrounded by people like you, and you will be able to do good.” He finally said. I nodded.

“And the family?” 

“We can take care of ourselves. I will keep in contact, however.” He replied. 

I turned back towards Fury. 

The world needs me.

“When do I leave?”

[sofoulandfairaday]

It’s the way Sirius and Bella were imprisoned together for over a decade and we know prisoners could hear each other talking (per Sirius stating the other Death Eaters were furious with Peter in Azkaban), it’s Bella calling her disowned family members by their connection to her vs Sirius only admitting his familial tie to Bellatrix when Harry notices the family tree and directly asks about it, it’s Bella screaming when she kills Sirius when we never see her react like that to any other fight, it’s her aiming a red spell rather than a green spell at Sirius, it’s the cousins being so focused on fighting each other they don’t even notice Dumbledore entering the DOM, it’s Bella taunting Harry about her having the biological connection to Sirius when Harry doesn’t, it’s Bella not responding to Snape’s toast about killing Sirius; how can I not go feral over the Black family?

I feel you viscerally, anon. I really do.

Bella & Sirius' years in Azkaban are fascinating, and they should be explored in a fic godammit. I am so curious as to what Azkaban was truly like, because we only get vague and insufficient descriptions in the actual books. I get that it's meant that way - Hagrid's refusal to even talk about it - to enhance its ominousness and horror, but I am really curious.

They have an incredible, fucked-up bond, and I wish it was explored more, for all the things you've listed. They hate and love and cannot help to hate that they love each other. 10/10 dynamic.

[witchblood-if]

How would the ROs react if they enter MC store only a angry customer berating the MC who looks like there in the verge of tears 

Godammit, this was a monster, Anon. It's ... long. Some didn't turn out very well but I am sure the thirsty red-flag readers are gonna love this one.

TW: rude customers? a lot of cursing, especially in the first one

Hugs and kisses

-Carter

Faith: From the corner of your teary eye you notice Faith stepping through the front door, a little bell jingle accompanying her.

"... so you know what I thought when this piece of crap wouldn't work? I thought the dumbass that sold it to me was-"

"Hey, hey, hey pal! What's going on here?"

You could see from the furrowed brows and set mouth on her face that Faith was, in simple terms, pissed.

"What's going on you ask? This incompetent would-be magician sold me a faulty piece of 'magic' and I'm demanding a refund!"

While the customer was still screaming Faith squeezed herself between the counter and the very angry guy, shielding you.

She squares her shoulders and speaks.

"You know what I'm thinking? I think you're an embarrassing limp-dicked douchebag who doesn't have any right to be such a bitch. Probably didn't know how to properly use the stuff, idiot, because it sure as hell wasn't faulty. Now run home, before I make you take a bite out of the counter!"

The customer becomes pale, red-faced, and then pale again while slowly backing towards the door.

"This isn't over yet!"

"Oh go eat a bag of dicks, jerk." Faith replies with an eye roll.

The door slams shut so hard that the bottles on the shelf next to it rattle.

"What if he comes back?" you ask, wiping a stray tear from your cheekbone.

"Don't worry, he won't" Faith says with a grin. "Now, what do you wanna eat for lunch? Pizza or burgers?"

Isaac: From the corner of your teary eye you notice Isaac stepping through the front door, a little bell jingle accompanying him.

"... so you know what I thought when this piece of crap wouldn't work? I thought the dumbass that sold it to me was-"

"You sure seem angry, my friend!" Isaac says, getting close to the angry customer and putting a firm hand on his shoulder. Isaac smiles but you can see the strain of trying to remain calm in his eyes. "What seems to be the problem?"

"What's the problem, you ask? This incompetent would-be magician sold me a faulty piece of 'magic' and I'm demanding a refund!"

"Look, even if you happened to have experienced the unfortunate rare faulty spell, there is no reason to get rude. Now, MC. I am sure there's a simple solution here?"

Sniffeling, but nonetheless glad the customer ceased screaming at you, you answer "Of course I ... I could maybe issue a gift card for the full price? Or give you a replacement?"

The man still seemed kind of flustered but leagues calmer than just moments before.

"Nah I don't ... It's fine. I'll just ... take another one."

Wiping away a stray tear you quickly ring up the order while Isaac stands close to you, not taking his eyes off the customer.

"Right, thanks. Um ... Bye." The man shuffles out the door and you think he might have realized he overreacted.

Isaac rounds the counter, stopping right before you, eyes trained on your puffy face. With a gentle sigh, he takes your hand in his.

"Are you ok?"

You sniffle one last time.

"Yeah, I think so. Thanks for de-escalating."

"Don't mention it, really."

Eli: From the corner of your teary eye you notice Eli stepping through the front door, a little bell jingle accompanying them.

"... so you know what I thought when this piece of crap wouldn't work? I thought the dumbass that sold it to me was-"

You could see that the longer the man is screaming the more conflicted Eli seems to become. You know they aren't really one for open confrontation but they also couldn't not do anything.

"... and that's why I want my money back! No replacement, no gift card, cash! You hear me?"

Teary-eyed you focus on the customer in front of you and the thoughtlessly discarded gift card on the floor again but before you could say a word Eli pushed forward, towering in front of the man.

"Sorry, dude, that's against store policy," Eli says calmly. You see the man blanching at the sole sight of the broad-shouldered person looking down on them with a neutral expression. "... so I suggest you take the damn gift card. Or don't. I don't care. Just scram."

"Right ... uh ..." The man bows down, snatches up the gift card, and stumbles backward towards the door, almost pushing over a low shelf by accident before disappearing out into the street.

"Twat." Eli mumbles while watching the man almost fall down the curb outside before turning to you again. "You should ban him from the store. I'm sure you got a magicy ... whatever for that, right?"

You shoot a watery smile at them, eyes still a little puffy.

"Yeah, I do."

Mezilkree: From the corner of your teary eye you notice Mezilkree stepping through the front door, a little bell jingle accompanying them.

"... so you know what I thought when this piece of crap wouldn't work? I thought the dumbass that sold it to me was-"

You're glad you threw a glance at Mezilkree when they entered because right now their mouth is opening to a deranged grin, sharp long teeth on full display and they move towards the still-raging customer.

As subtle as you can you try to mouth a hurried "Don't!" towards the mushroom and shake your head as hard as you dare without the man in front of you noticing but Mezilkree just winks at you while continuing their sneak attack.

Just when they're right behind the customer they open their mouth wide and Snap! before you can intervene.

The man exclaims a loud "What the fuck!?" while turning towards Mezilkree, who in turn snaps at him again, this time closer to the man's ear.

"Fuck!" the man screams, hauling ass as fast as he can towards the front door while Mezilkree starts barking? He almost trips over a decorative vase you have displayed before the door finally closes behind him with a gentle jingle.

The tears on your face aren't from this horrible interaction anymore, but rather from holding back a laugh while the Mushroom turns to you, a much more relaxed grin on their face.

"Did you just ... bark at a customer? Why?" you almost giggle.

"Don't know," they reply "seemed funny."

From one of the pouches on their belt, they pull a black twisted stick, take a bite and hold it towards you.

"Licorice?"

Levan: From the corner of your teary eye you notice Levan stepping through the front door, a little bell jingle accompanying them.

"... so you know what I thought when this piece of crap wouldn't work? I thought the dumbass that sold it to me was-"

Peeking around the man in front of the counter you can see Levan stopping. Behind their ridiculously large sunglasses, you notice their furrowed brows and the sneer on their face while regarding the enraged customer.

Pulling their phone out of their pocket you see them fake-dial and holding the display up to their face.

They begin talking and at first, you can't hear them over the agitated insults of the customer, but they get louder until they fully drown out the man in front of the counter, who turns to shoot an irritated look towards Levan.

"... and you know what I can't stand? Entitled pricks screaming at poor salespeople because they are frustrated since their wives ran off with their better-looking co-worker Carl? Huh? Yeah, you know the type, cargo shorts and polo shirts in the ugliest shade of brown you could imagine ..."

The customer's mouth goes slack as they stare at Levan. It's obvious Levan is talking about him and because you know Levan's abilities very well you assume they hit the nail on the head with the comment about Carl the co-worker.

" -what? A dismemberment curse? My, what a thought... But actually, you're right. They'd deserve it ... if they don't immediately leave the store they were just verbally assaulting staff in..."

They never took their eyes off the man, who stopped screaming at you and was now slowly backing out of the store, mumbling "Okay, 'm sorry, please don't curse me!"

Levan only lifts an eyebrow before turning to you.

"Didn't know you also serve jerks in your shop."

Sliding their phone back into their pocket they close the distance between you and gently wipe a stray tear from your cheek.

"Don't worry. If he ever comes back I am totally making true to that curse promise."

???: From the corner of your teary eye you notice ??? stepping through the front door, a little bell jingle accompanying them. They don't usually visit you and now is really not the best time.

"... so you know what I thought when this piece of crap wouldn't work? I thought the dumbass that sold it to me was-"

Before the man could continue his insults, ??? slides in front of them, leaning casually on the counter between you. The man must feel the strange electric charge of the air around ??? too, because he immediately stopped speaking.

A disarming smile and a dangerous glint in their eye ??? regards the man.

"Hi."

"Hey?" the man replies confused.

??? only tilts their head a little to the side before continuing.

"It seems to me that you are of the idea that you could just step into this fine store and scream at someone even though they did nothing wrong."

"Uh the ... the thing ... I bought it last week? It didn't-"

Within a fraction of a second ??? got so close to the man's face that their noses were almost touching. Their voice is close to a growl as they speak.

"Who gave you little worm permission to speak? Hm?"

The man actually lets out a startled whimper.

"Now, I want you to leave this store and never taint the doorstep with your disgusting presence again."

??? raises a hand to grip the man's jaw tight, raising their eyebrows while the man continues to whine.

"Understood?"

The man, hurling insults at you just a minute before, nods frantically, eyes almost bulging out of his head.

??? releases the man with a slight shove, mumbling a dispassionate "Good." while the man scrambles out the front door.

You wipe a stray tear from your cheek, eyes still a little puffed.

"That wasn't necessary," you whisper.

Turning their face to you, ??? replies.

"Oh, I think it was absolutely necessary, darling."

[astroprompts]

✧ —𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

“Make the coffee strong enough to chew!”

“I don't know what I wish I had.”

“There's no time now for thinking things like that.”

“We've got too much to do.”

“Some things never change.”

“I wouldn't call this place a happy end.”

“I been 'round the block and just came back again.”

“A small town like ours ain't much.”

“I like the way most of the days look exactly the same.”

“With days like these, we can only do the best we can.”

“I don't wanna know.”

“Come one honey, you've waited long enough.”

“How'd I ever get myself in this mess?”

“Funny how one night can ruin your whole life.”

“Just calm down, godammit!”

“I do stupid things when I drink.”

“Better never lasts forever.”

“Every door we ever made, we never once walked out.”

“I'll show them all how goddamn happy I am!”

“When information's in its place, I minimize the guessing game.”

“I don't like guessing games.”

“How am I supposed to operate if I'm just tossed around by fate?”

“What if I give myself away, to only get it given back?”

“I'm not defensive!”

“I'm simply being cautious.”

“You cannot be too careful when it comes to sharing your life.”

“I'm scared of breaking open.”

“Nobody ever really notices me that way.”

“If pies were books, yours would be Shakespeare's letters.”

“Sometimes one bite is more than enough.”

“A dream needs believing to taste like the real thing.”

“Dreams come and they go.”

“When your breaking point's all that you have, a dream is a soft place to land. ”

“I will never let you let me leave.”

“I promise I'm not lying.”

“Wherever you go, I won't be far to follow.”

“I'm gonna do this right!”

“It’s a bad idea, me and you.”

“Let’s face it, making mistakes like this will make worse what was already pretty bad.”

“It’s time we just let this thing go.”

“It was a pretty good bad idea, wasn’t it though?”

“Hold me close while I think this through.”

“What if I never see myself ever be anything more than what I've already become?”

“Hold me tight as I tell myself that you might make sense.”

“It's a pretty good bad idea, me and you.”

“Go ahead, throw your rocks at me from your little glass house and then take off running.”

“You're no better than me.”

“We've both made mistakes, haven't we?”

“My head won't be hung in shame.”

“It's not what I wanted, but now that it's right here.”

“Ain't no saints here baby.”

“We're all just looking for a little less crazy.”

“I'm sick of the way I've been waiting to break free.”

“We can’t come back from this.”

“It feels so good to be bad.”

“I could find the whole meaning of life in those sad eyes.”

“Come out of hiding, I'm right here beside you.”

“I'll stay here as long as you'll let me.”

“You matter to me.”

“I am in love and I don't care who knows it.”

“Time's just sand slipping past.”

“Ihough I dont believe in silver linings, I believe there's something in you.”

“You might have to fight the good fight.”

“Most days, I don't recognize me.”

“I'm not anything like I used to be.”

“I was never attention's sweet center.”

“Sometimes life just slips in through a back door and carves out a person.”

“If I'm honest, I know I would give it all back for a chance to start over.”

“I was lost for you to find.”

“My heart's at the wheel now.”

“I know in due time every right thing will find its right place.”

“Isn't it amazing what comes our way?”