#i needa move some stuff around

[neolxzr]

BEHOLD!!!! MY BELOVED!!!!!

[sleep-0-deprived]

HEYYY I CAN REQUEST KITSUNE!DAZAI WITH TOP!SUB!READER, WITH BREEDING KINK AND WITH A BIT OF FOREPLAY, AMAB OF COURSE (PLEASE KITSUNE DAZAI HAS BEEN LEAVING IN MY MIND RENT FREE AND THERE ISN'T ENOUGH KITSUNE DAZAI BLOGS)

Desperation ~

Kitstune dazai x dom bottom male reader

Female aligned dni and Mdni this is an 18+ only blog with nsfw below the cut

A/N edited omg your right there aren’t hardly any kistune dazai fics and him with breeding! I think we have the same mind there anyway enough with my rant hope you enjoy I just saw I did your request backwards I’m so sorry bout that!

Mating season, it was something dazai knew all too well and he absolutely loved and hated it all together, he hated feeling the desperation to breed between his legs but god did you love breeding you although to his disappointment he could never knock you up? But oh well he’ll keep trying!

So here he was under you gasping and whining “pleasee I need to be inside you baby!~” begging as his cock twitches in your hand while stroking his hard cock as it drips pre cum all over your hand making a sticky mess as his tail wags his ears laying flat “you need to breed huh? Wanna stuff me already?”

You ask as your hand finds its way to his shaft while he try’s to fuck his cock into your fist making his cock pulse as your grip “yes! Mhm needa fill you up baby please let me stuff your hole—“

dazai groans and pounces on you pleading as his cock slips from your hand twitching as haunt your thigh as he begs with his tail swaying.

“So tempting dazai? You’re always so needy when it’s mating season….” Rolling your eyes as you push him on his back on your bed with his head against the head board as you undo your pants slipping your boxers off leaving your cock springing hard up against your stomach.

“N-no baby please don’t want you to ride me~! I wanna fuck you this time I wanna mount you wanna be on top pleasee~!” He pleaded looking up at you as he lays rock hard with his cock hard and needy for your attention “hm? What’s that? Maybe I should let you just this once since your being so good dazai!”

Giggling as you nod allowing him to be on top of you fucking you as you lay on your chest letting your ass stay raised up as you turn your head guiding his cock to your ass as your rim puckers around his tip making his thighs tremble his ears laying flat.

He lays on top of you whining like some lost puppy as he shoved his cock inside you letting your walls clench and suck around his cock all warm as your rim stretches wide adjusting to him.

“Baby please please! Needa move my hips!” Dazai drools in your ear kissing and licking your neck all over from behind trembling to keep his hips from moving as he fights the urge to start fucking you like a rabbit with his tail twitching and flicking at the end.

“You can move dazai~” you nod with a small moan as he holds your hips tightly digging his nails into you without wasting a second he starts pounding into you capping and putting right into your ear making you grip hold of the bed sheets tight “thank you! thank you baby I love you so much!~”

dazai drools out all high on sex pollen as he thrusts snapping his hips rapidly making your ass cheeks red as he holds you his arms around you moving from your hips starting to thrust as his cock jumps his tip leaking hard inside your ass stretching you out as he nails your prostate making you roll your eyes back.

“That’s good dazai~ keep goin just like that~” you whine out as you bite on the bed sheets drooling going numb to the pleasure beneath the horny kitsune knowing he was always so erratic moving his hips so fast fucking you desperately.

Dazai keeps gripping you like a possession about to be ripped away as his kistune senses flair up in his head not thinking anything except “must breed” as he fucks you nibbling on the back of your neck as he lays on your back mounting you making your bed creak.

“Gonna make you so full~ carrying my litter tummy bloated please let me please~!” Dazai slips one hand off your hip gripping your ass cheek tightly rubbing circles pinching it making your rim stretch wide for his girth.

“your gonna cum aren’t you dazai?~” you moan out feeling his tip twitching and the stutter in his hips feeling yourself close as he nails your prostate making your own cock jump in arousal dripping your own pre cum on the not so pristine sheets.

“Mh hmm~ m gonna cu—“ before he can whine out the rest of his words he gasps gripping your skin tight drooling on the back of your neck shoving himself as deep inside you he can go as he hits your deepest parts cumming staining your insides white as it rubs against your prostate just right all the sensations building up pushing you over the edge to as your cock tip drips a few more beads of pre cum before cumming all over the bed sheets with thick white ropes spitting out messily making you gasp trembling with your hands balled up in the sheets arching your back.

“Y-yes dazai!~” you manage to muster out as you feel your body full your ass stuffed full of his cum making it bloat slightly from receiving your fill but that doesn’t stop dazai, he’s too far loopy and needy only being able to think about breeding you not accepting the fact your a human man nope! You just need more cum that’s all? And he’ll gladly supply you with it!

“Need be bred more~ “dazai purrs out his ears drooping low on his head as he lays on top of you still buried deep inside you mounting you as you lay beneath him still stuffed full while his hips stutter and start fucking you again whining his pupils all dilated gripping your hips bruising them as your ass clenched around him abused and overstimulated easily from being stretched open for so long.

“That’s it dazai~!” You groan dropping your head in the bed sheets as his tail wags rapidly and his hands tremble as ropes of his cum get pumped in and out of you coating his shaft as he fucks you harder pounding your prostate with his body filled with the desperation and the need to breed you to knock you up to give you a litter. Wanting to impregnate you with kits needing you to be the mommy for them despite you being a man.

His brain is clouded in a lust filled fog irrationally imagining you pregnant as he keeps pumping his hips already close to cumming again as he licks the back of your neck trying to coat you in his scent as your mouth goes agape your eyes rolled back blabbering incoherient moans.

“Close ~ “groaning out as your cock pulses hard again with your second orgasm crashing over you like a wave while he fucks you through it leaving your ears ringing as your load spills all over the messy sheets only further staining them with your load as the room is filled with sticky sounds and the squelching of your now wet ass pumped with cum as he twitches inside you when your walls tighten around him.

“Needa breed you more~” dazai rambles drunkenly in your ear gasping as sweat coats his thin body as he lays on top of you snapping his hips harder as his cock pulses Cumming for the second time as his hips stutter pressing as deep as he can trying to make sure not a drop of him is wasted.

“O oh ng~ more cum~” he purrs out drooling on the back of your neck with his fluffy ears laying flat on his head with his tail swaying behind him as he holds still in you with your stomach full swelling slightly as his cum oozes out around his cum obviously over filled but dazai can’t stop now! That’s only two load? You need more to get pregnant right? Well he’ll just have to keep going til your pregnant then!

[gojosprettyprincess]

Tw- Tw dubcon, degradation, spitting in the mouth, blackmailing. Gojo calls reader a bitch and slut, Really dark content.

Mean bully Gojo that literally hates you, he hates how fucking smart and weird you are, how you act like you know every fucking thing, how you always have some shit in your mouth to say, how you speak so fucking loud, it's like you just don't know how to shut the fuck up, it just makes him so mad but thankfully he came up with a few things in mind that he can do to help you change that.

And that's how you end up being bent over on the school desk in an empty classroom while he's splitting your little cunt apart with his thick cock. "Fuck yeah that's right bitch keep that stupid little mouth shut" he lands a hard slap on your already red and bruised ass. "Always fucking talking" he grunts, pushing your head further into the table, earlier he placed his hoodie on the part of the desk where your face would be so it would muffle your moans. His cock was stretching your cunt so much, your pussy was fucking aching, tears leaking from your eyes as you cried out into the hoodie.

You felt his cock twitching inside of you as he slams his hips harder against you, his balls slamming against your clit driving you crazy. "Gonna stuff that annoying little mouth of yours watch" he hisses, feeling your cunt tighten around him like it's trying to milk his cock empty. He grips onto a fistful of your hair and forcefully pulls you onto the ground, you're now on your knees with his hand still gripping onto your hair as he forced his cock into your mouth, fucking it in so mercilessly, more tears start prickingly from your eyes as you felt his tip hitting the back of your throat, his balls slapping against your chin with each thrust. Even with your gagging and choking he still kept rutting into your mouth while looking down at you laughing, "Yeah this is what I like to fucking hear, keep choking on my dick bitch".

Each rut of his hips had his cock buried deep inside your mouth; your jaw was aching so much fucking much because of how fat his cock was. You felt so lightheaded as you tried desperately to fight for air against his thick girth, breathing through your nose while he kept slamming into you. You felt his cock twitching on your tongue, he started moving faster, loud groans escaping his lips. "F-fuck gonna cum, n you better fucking swallow all of it". Before you knew it, you felt ropes of hot cum spurting into your mouth, it was absolutely disgusting but it's not like you could do anything about it because of his tight grip on your hair to keep your head still, you looked up at him, seeing how his head falls back while he’s cumming, loud moans escaping his lips.

He thrusts his cock into your mouth a few more times before finally pulling it out, it was so so messy, strings of mixture of spit and cum connecting your lips and his cock before it finally snaps apart. "Open your mouth f'me" he demanded, you obeyed him and opened your mouth wide revealing a puddle of his cum on your tongue waiting to be swallowed. Next thing you knew, you heard a loud "puh" followed by a chunk of spit landing into your mouth, he looks down laughing at you. "Swallow it right now or we'll restart and do all this shit again", he sounded so scary and serious, and you didn't wanna risk doing anything like this again, so you did what you were told, closing your eyes, slowly swallowing whatever is in your mouth.

He chuckles, leaning down to get closer to you on your knees. He grips your jaws forcing you to look at him. "See that wasn't so difficult, was it? All ya needa do is shut your mouth and everything will be fine princess, or I'll just shut up for it instead understood?" you nodded your head in approval. "Good girl, from now on your gonna do and listen to every fucking thing i say or else" he angled your jaw to a random bookshelf in the room, seeing the red light from a camera blinking at you. You wanted to die right there what the fuck.

"Why-why are you-u doing this to me?" you stammered, fat tears start leaking from your eyes again as you start thinking about all the bad possibles that could happen if it gets leaked, What will your parents say? What will your friends think of you. What if it affects your job? You straight up start bawling your eyes out while he's just looking at your face smiling.

"Cause it's fun princess". he chuckles, attempting to wipe away your tears.

[s-4pphics]

dial. 2 (e.w.)

wc;cw: 5.3K, fratadjacent!ellie, she has community dick, all ocs r black coded <3, mentions of psychs(shrooms), weed, alcohol, fun parties, dubcon they’re faded, LIGHT SMUT MDNI LEMME COOK YALL, dirty talk, fingering, ellie ain’t shit, stone tops r hot, smidge of angst bc it’s me n i hate joy

playlist :p

You woke up alone. 

When you reached over on Ellie’s side and felt nothing but a folded pillow, your eyes shot open. You ignored the pounding of your head and peered over at Ellie’s bedside alarm clock. It was almost noon, and you were starving. 

You instantly sat up when you heard Ellie’s laughter coming from the living room alongside a high-pitched voice rambling about last night. You threw the hot blankets off your sweaty form and dressed quickly, tossing your shredded stockings in Ellie’s small garbage. 

You pried Ellie’s door open and made your way into the packed living room, the soccer boys stretching and putting in eye drops while Niah snored on the couch. Ellie was standing by the open front door, her body leaning against the frame as she nodded and spoke to… the same girl from last night! 

“El, I literally couldn’t fucking move! I thought I was gonna fuckin’ die if I did anything!” 

Ellie shook her head with a bright smile, waving two candy-bars in her hand, “That’s fucking crazy, damn. Don’t try that shit with these, you’ll be off your ass. Eat half a fucking square and see how you feel.” 

“I will,” the girl took her bars and handed Ellie a stack of bills, “Trip with me after finals?” 

Your heart stuttered in your chest at her suggestive tone, and it shattered when Ellie reciprocated. 

Her head tilted and her tone quieted, “You can handle all that at once?” 

“All what?” The girl eased closer into Ellie’s space, and one of the soccer players’ dog whistled. Ellie leaned down to whisper into the girl’s ear, and she huffed and pushed her away playfully. She departed with a flirty bye, El, and Ellie returned it just as lowly. You should’ve stayed asleep. 

Ellie shut the door softly and shoved her bills into her sports bra, and you fled to her room before she could see you. You shut the door softly and pressed your ear up against the white wood. 

One of the soccer players crossed his arms over his chest, impressed, “Fuuuck, dude, how the fuck do you pull like that?”

“… I know how to eat pussy. Ask her when she’s up,” she said with a scoff. 

“Don’t needa ask, I heard. Dick,” your face burned with embarrassment. 

Ellie’s boisterous laughter shook the apartment. You could hear her sock-covered feet padding on the floor as she inched closer to the door. You moved back to her mirror when her knob twisted and pretended to fix your tangled hair. 

Ellie waltzed in and shut the door behind her. 

“Hey,” you croaked, trying to sound as casual as possible. Don’t look at her!

“‘Sup,” she barely acknowledged. You flinched. You could see her rummaging around her room, shoving her earnings into a small shoe box on her nightstand. 

Your gaze dropped to a random smudge on her mirror, “Um, Ellie?” 

“Hm?” Ouch. 

“… Do you like cupcakes?” you squeaked nervously. 

“… Yes?” 

“Really?” You twirled with a grin on your face, your arms giddily waving around in the air. “Me’n Niah always make cupcakes on Wednesday in the West Wing! Did you know they just upgraded their toaster oven?! We’re making some for Dina and Jesse but they only like vanilla like boring losers. I personally like red velvet, but we can make any flavor you want!” 

You rambled joyfully, eager to hear her flavor preference. She seemed like a strawberry person! Or German chocolate—

“Vanilla’s fine.” 

She answered plainly, and your spirit dropped. You didn’t allow your disappointment to show on your face too much, your arms falling limp at your sides. 

Your efforts failed when she shut you down, “I don’t mean to be rude, but I really need… t’get ready and stuff.” 

You shook your head incessantly, “No, no, I get it! I, um… I needa get Niah up anyway.”

Ellie nodded and stared at you blankly. She didn’t say anything else after that, impulsively reorganizing her little piggy bank. Sadness churned in your gut, your smile dropping as you clenched your fists.  

“S-See you Wednesday?” 

“… Yup.” 

You gave her a stiff nod and spun towards the door. You left as quickly as you could, shutting it harder than you should’ve. Tears built in your eyes against your will; Dina told you Ellie was aloof and a bit awkward, but she always seemed so comfortable around all your friends. You tried to justify her behavior since you were strangers, but it’s been weeks, and she’s been inside you! She never bothered to ask anything about you when you first met, even though you desperately wanted to know everything about her. You were starting to question if she even knew your name. 

That familiar feeling from years ago was coming over you in the middle of your friend’s hallway, and you instantly felt nauseous. You prayed you would never experience something like that again; You moved fucking cities because of it, for gods sake! Maybe you were just too overbearing, too naive. Too… uppity for some people. 

You’re a lot to handle! Not everyone is built for that. That’s just something you’re gonna have to understand at some point. 

You knew Niah would cause a scene if she saw you upset, so you wiped your tears with your itchy sleeves and forced your insecurities down despite their desire to crumble you, making your way over to your best friend’s laid out form. You crouched and gently shook her awake. 

“Ni. Ni, wake up,” your voice wouldn't stop cracking!

She choked and coughed awake; Her cotton mouth must be deadly! She smacked her lips together as her eyes tore open, dry as ever. 

“Hi,” you whispered, “We gotta go. It’s almost noon.” 

You had to pry Niah off Jesse and Ellie’s sofa, but you were able to get her out the door eventually. With her little goodie bags! You closed the entrance to their apartment and began your walk down the hallway. 

You ignored the tears in your heart when you heard their front door lock; Ellie didn’t even want to see you out. 

… Were you really that bad? 

You said nothing the entire Uber ride back to the dorms. Niah fell asleep on your shoulder, and you cried silently, watching the white of winter pass you by. 

Class was fucking killing you. 

You were exhausted and filled notebooks were practically overflowing out of your book bag; You were shocked that students’ bodies weren’t scattered across the quad. The first term was always the worst. 

At least it was Cupcake Day! You couldn’t wait for Niah to pick you up. 

“Order for Kayla!” 

You were currently waiting on the chai latte Ellie was making, her back turned to you and she mixed your hot drink. You definitely weren’t here to secretly watch as she frothed cream in her cute, little Starbucks hat! Not at all! 

She placed the lid on your drink and locked eyes with you. She didn’t call your name out, only sliding you the steaming cup with a quiet enjoy, spinning to return to her station before you could thank her. 

You sighed and grabbed the steaming cup from the serving counter, snagging a seat farthest away from the coffee station. You sipped and waited with a crestfallen spirit, listening to the way Ellie’s voice lifted when she called out other peoples’ names. You wished you knew what you did wrong. 

You concluded and accepted the fact that simply Ellie didn’t like you. 

Outside of sex, obviously. 

You thought baking would distract you from the graying of your heart, but it only darkened as you iced the cooled desserts. 

“Taste this. Is it too sweet?” 

You turned and met Niah’s manicured finger covered in cream cheese frosting. You tasted it and instantly cringed as your tastebuds were overtaken by icing sugar. You were definitely getting older; Younger you would’ve told her to add two more cups of the soft power! 

“Fuck,” she sighed and grabbed another pack of cream cheese from the small counter. “If you don’t like it, it must be trash.” 

“… Yeah.” 

She laughed lightly, “What the fuck? You’re not gonna coddle me?” 

You only shrugged and continued to swirl chocolate frosting on the remaining cakes. 

Niah wasn’t having it, “Bro are you good? You barely said shit to me all day.” 

You shrugged and dolloped more of the better batch of icing on the cake, “I’m fine, class just sucked today.” 

And Ellie hates me!

“Talk to me,” you saw her set her piping bag down near the cooling tray. 

You lied, “Nothing to talk about. You know I hate my cognitive science class.” 

Niah only hummed, and you know she’s only dropping the conversation for your sake. You would come to her when you were ready and less distraught by embarrassment. 

You two finished in rigid silence. You made a small baggie full of cupcakes for Ellie like you did Jesse and Dina, making sure to add extra chocolate sprinkles next to the E fondant placed on her small desserts. You hoped she would accept the peace offering. 

Your throat was so dry. 

You tapped your foot mindlessly against the floor as you and Niah waited for Jesse to open the door, gift bags scrunched in your jittery hands. You hoped you and Ellie could talk. Please be home!

The door ripped open, and Jesse greeted you. 

“WHAT DAY IS IT!” 

“IT’S CUPCAKE DAY!” you and Niah shouted, holding up the filled decorative bags. 

He hugged you both before allowing you entry, Dina already sat at the small dining table set with cute China plates and a tea kettle. There was no sign of Ellie; The excitement in your shoulders dropped. 

You set the sweet treats on the table and took a seat across Dina, Niah next to you. Jesse grabbed the steaming kettle and filled your cups up while Dina ripped the bags open. 

“Greedy ass. Have some couth,” Niah scolded Dina playfully. 

You jumped in with a sneaky smile, “Yeah, Dee, where’s your manners!” 

“ME?!” she dropped the bag in shock, “I know you’re not talking!” 

Your jaw dropped when she pointed an accusatory finger at you, “What’d I do!” 

“Oh, now you’re confused! You two kept us up all night, why d’you think we slept so long after that party!” 

Your face burned at the insinuation as Jesse and Niah snickered off to the side. Dina dug in the bag in search of her embroidered cupcake, shaking her head, “It’s silent now! Crazy.” 

“She’s on your head,” Niah laughed out. Jesse sipped his tea like Kermit. 

“… I hate all of you! Gimme my fucking cupcake!” 

Dina passed you the bag after snagging hers and Jesse’s, and you snatched your wrapped dessert from the now crumpled bag with a pout. Ellie’s cupcakes were left at the bottom of the bag still in perfect condition. At least they were pretty. 

Dina, Jesse, and Niah migrated to the couch after you volunteered to tidy up the kitchen. Dina offered to help, but you shooed her away. She immediately grabbed Ellie’s bong off the little coffee table and packed it for the three of them. You knew their pothead asses wanted to smoke!

You were wiping the crumby table down with a wet wipe when your phone vibrated in your pocket. 

Your heart sped up in your chest at the message. Has she been here the whole time! Why didn’t she greet you! Your thumbs flew over your keyboard at the speed of light. 

She answered instantly, and your core spasmed. 

You gazed up to check on your friends, happy to see that they were paying you no mind! You probably looked insane standing in the kitchen with no air in your lungs. 

Why were you this tempted to walk into her room and ride her into the sunset? 

Your heart sank when you didn’t receive a text after that. Did you make her mad? Did she not want her cupcakes anymore? 

You sighed and put your phone back in your jean pocket, finishing the nearly clean table. You leaned over it to get the little spots you missed. 

“Hey, housewife,” she said quietly, pinching your ass like she always does. 

Ellie’s raspy tone vibrated your eardrums, and you nearly dropped to your knees at the nickname. Her hair was down, and she had on grey fucking sweatpants. You would be her stay-at-home wife any day of the week! Iron her clothes, change her sheets, let her bend you over the counter while you’re cooking her dinner—

You peered at her over your shoulder, “Hi.” 

Your cracked mumble made her smirk, “Those mine?” 

Her head jerked towards the folded goodie bag, and you nodded, still bent over the table. She peered down at your ass before pulling out a seat. 

“Sit with me.” 

… An actual invitation that didn’t involve proposals to eat your ass?! Were you two actually getting somewhere? 

You yanked your chair out and plopped in it, excitingly sliding the goodie bag towards her so she could pull her cupcakes out. You propped your head up with a grin and watched as she unwrapped the dessert, taking a slow lick of the sloppy icing job. She held eye contact with you with each pass of her tongue, and your eyes filled with hearts. 

“Tastes good,” she mumbled before biting into the dessert. 

“It’s not too sweet?” You sounded love struck. 

She shook her head with a sly grin, “No such thing.” 

… Why was she so fucking sexy! 

“You coming on Friday?” she said around another bite. 

Please make me cum on Friday! 

“Yes,” your heart fluttered when she mumbled cool. “D’you know what you’re gonna wear?” 

“Not yet. I might make a fucking homemade reindeer shirt or something, I’m broke,” she tossed the last bit of cake into her mouth and licked her fingers. 

“I bet that’d look so cool! You’re so talented!” You beamed. You remembered viewing some of Ellie’s sketches that were hung on her wall and bed frame before she drilled you into her mattress. You always thought her depictions of Pokémon characters were so cute! 

You saw her eyes widen before she looked down at the table, “Thanks.” 

Her face was red, and her eyes didn’t meet yours… Was she blushing? 

The moment was ruined, though. She hopped up from her seat before you could say anything else, quietly thanking you for the cupcakes. She scurried back to her room after throwing Niah a stiff see ya, slamming her door shut. 

Everyone turned to look at you with confused stares, and all you could do was shrug sheepishly, your heart saddening. What did you say that was so embarrassing; She is talented! 

Ellie was so interesting. 

Your study seshes with Niah were flying by. You swore your eyeballs were going to fall out if you stared at one more note sheet. 

How was Niah able to smoke and not take at the same time! 

Your last class of the week was finished, and you zoomed back to your dorm to get ready for tonight. This was one of the last parties of the semester and you wanted to impress! 

You didn’t get out of the library until seven. The sun was starting to set, and you were nowhere near ready! You already had your outfit: a purple glow-in-the-dark Santa’s hat and your matching faux fur mini dress, but you needed an hour and a half for your hair, at the bare minimum! Niah needed to hurry up and finish her project meeting so she could help you pick shoes! What the fuck goes with purple anyway?

You stripped and showered quickly. You were in the middle of detangling your hair when Niah burst through the door with her books in hand. 

“Fuck these professors bruh! They never give us this much work to do during the fucking semester and now we’re doing twelve fucking assignments at goddamn once five days before the year ends! I’m sick of this bullshit— “

You hyperfocused on perfecting your part, “Bitch, I don’t care about that! What color goes with purple best? Should I wear white or black shoes! What the fuck do I do?!” 

Niah kicked her boots off and tossed her books on her dresser in the middle of her rant, already stripping down, “Mind you, I’m paired with two fucking idiots! How am I supposed to explain two-dimensional kinematics to somebody who— “

“NIAH!” 

“WHAT!” 

“… Take a deep breath through your no— “

“I’m not having a fuckin’ panic attack, relax. Wear white shoes,” she huffed before grabbing her pen out of her shoebox stash. You needed one of those for your liquor bottles! 

Niah snagged your speaker before rushing in the bathroom to shower. Blow drying your hair was going to be a fucking pain! 

After finishing your hair and taking five spaced out shots over the next three hours, you and Niah were off into the night. You don’t know how you were trucking it so fast towards the Uber; You almost broke your damn ankle when you practiced walking earlier! Snapchat was already blowing up with people at the soccer house. And the music actually sounded good! 

You slurrily asked your Uber if you could aux for the drive, in which he confusedly replied if the oxe could what? Niah laughed uncontrollably the entire ride. She always did love getting older Uber drivers! 

The deeper you drove into the neighborhood, the more packed it was, people in sparkly, short dresses and more ugly Christmas sweaters. They were all hooting and laughing down the block, and it took everything in you to not rip the car door open and hop out to mingle! 

The Uber parked in front of the white, four-floored home. You and Niah thanked him before jumping out and brushing past the lengthy line; You loved having friends in high places! Dina texted saying she’d be waiting for both of you by the door. 

“Dina!” you shouted over the loud, bustling crowd. You waved at her when she saw you, grabbing your hand to pull you and Niah through the packed porch. 

The soccer house was dimly lit with red and green LED lights and the walls were covered in Christmas socks and ornaments. They even had a blow-up snowman to take pictures with! She pulled you and your roommate into a bone-crushing hug and kissed your cheeks before pulling you deeper inside, making sure to keep you close so you wouldn’t get lost in the crowd. 

She paused at the counter and grabbed the bottle of vodka, untwisting the cap and handing it to Niah. She wasted no time in downing a large gulp before passing it to you to do the same. You scowled at the taste and Dina laughed, wrapping her arm around your shoulders to lead you and Niah into the kitchen. The soccer team were timing each other’s shotguns, and by the blank look on Jesse’s face, he must be losing. 

The players hugged you and Niah politely before Jesse pulled you in a tight hug. He shouted over the blaring speakers, “I’m getting cooked!” 

A laugh escaped you as he shook his head and hugged Niah. She pulled her phone out of her bra and stared at you, waiting for you to answer her message. 

You smiled and nodded, grabbing Dina’s hand to pull her onto the dance floor. Ellie hadn’t passed your mind once. 

In all your years of being the trip-sitter and designated driver, you’ve never lost your friends in a crowd. You always prided yourself on being the most reliable person to party with! 

So how did you end up losing your two friends, taking six more shots, and grinding on a random girl who was showing your neck a little too much love? You had no idea how long it’s been since Niah took Dina to the bathroom, the girl was hot, and you’re a slut! You gladly accepted the attention! 

You were sipping from the bottle like you paid for it while grinding on whoever the fuck was grabbing your hips. Were you a bad person if you imagined Ellie was the one doing it? You hoped not. 

Your head fell back on the girl’s shoulders, the fuzzies from her sweater tickling your neck as you moved against her, pushing your hips back on her front. You peered down at her… veiny hands, holy fuck, watching her watch glisten under the faint lights in the room. 

Your arm came around her neck to pull her closer, her lips moving against your ear. 

“Wanna go smoke?” she mumbled in against your skin over the 8O8s, and you nodded as fast as your neck would allow. 

You pulled away from her and brushed past dozens of heads until you reached the back patio. You pried the door open in your haze and stepped outside, almost slipping on a rock like an idiot. 

Your heart, nor your pussy was prepared to see Ellie and her friends seated on lounge chairs passing blunts around. Your drunk brain was sloppily telling you that something bad was going to happen! The loose strands of her hair were pulled back with little snowman clips, and she drew her own reindeer with a marijuana leaf behind it on a plain t-shirt. 

You pulled your phone out to make it seem like you didn’t notice her, your screen filled with texts from Niah and Ellie. 

Fuck, fuck! 

You felt an arm wrap around your waist to guide you to a seat. Right across from Ellie. You’re fucked, you’re fucked!

You were pulled into the girl’s lap… You swore she told you her name, but you don’t remember! Ellie’s staring right at you! Why were her friends so fucking hot? The girl was massaging your hip and making sure your dress was pulled down enough, oh fuck—

Your eyes moved before your brain could stop them, meeting Ellie’s searing gaze as she gauged you, taking in your exposed thighs like she wanted to rip you to shreds. Hotly. She held your stare while she brought the roach between her lips and pulled from it, inhaling the sphere-shaped carbon before exhaling slowly. 

The hammering in your ears wouldn’t stop. You had no idea what Ellie’s friends were laughing at, but she wasn’t laughing with them. Her eyes flickered from yours to the person behind you that was rolling up; Her jaw was clenched tight, and her brows were slightly furrowed. 

… The fuck was happening right now. 

The hot girl under you passed you the packed blunt, “Spark this for me?” 

You jumped at the whisper. You nodded and took the lighter, flicking it and bringing the flame to the end of the blunt, rotating so it could catch evenly. 

“You can hit it first,” you stared into the girl’s… pretty eyes. Shit. 

You pulled from the blunt before passing it back to her, exhaling the carbon over your shoulder so it wouldn’t hit her face. 

Ellie hadn’t moved from her position on the chair, but she was stiff, and her face was tense. You have never seen her like this before! 

She leaned forward to stub the roach out on the table before standing. And walking towards you. And staring you down, fuck, you’re going to die! 

“Mind if I borrow her for a sec?” 

She held your gaze as she spoke, but it wasn’t directed at you. Smoke escaped from behind you. 

“… Why?” 

“Needa talk to her, Abby. About Dina,” she finally looked behind you and at the girl. Why’d you feel faint? Said girl—Abby squeezed your hip and your walls jerked. 

“… Okay,” she looked weirded out by Ellie’s tone, but her expression eased when she looked at you. “Come find me when you’re done?” 

You mumbled sure and Ellie scoffed, grabbing your wrist, and yanking you out of Abby’s lap. She led you through the jumping crowd and up the stairs, her hold on your arm getting stronger with each step. 

She led you down a hallway before reaching up on the door sill and retrieving a key, unlocking the door, and leading you in. 

She shut and locked the door behind you, tossing the key on the bed behind you. Ellie looked so deep in thought. 

It was silent. Ellie was biting her nails. 

…

…

…

“I like your shirt.” 

You wanted to slap yourself! No one fucking cares! Something’s obviously bothering her!

“… Is Dina okay?” Ellie only nodded, and you followed. 

“Um, great…” 

You looked around the room; It had a bunch of women from sports magazines plastered on the wall and the bed wasn’t made with clothes scattered all over the floor. It wasn’t a complete pigsty. That’s a plus, right? 

Ellie stealthy crept up behind you, her hands gently caressing your shoulders before sliding down your arms. She leaned forward so her head rested on your shoulder, her breath tickling your ear when she spoke. 

“You’re so fuckin’ hot.” 

You gasped harshly at her voice, and you felt her smile. Her slippery hands hooked under the hem of your dress and slowly slid it up, her nails grazing against your skin. You couldn’t stop shuddering. 

“Remember when I asked somebody to fuck you with me?” She kissed your shoulder gently and you melted. She never treated you so softly! You nodded. 

Your dress sat around your waist and your pussy dripped into your panties, your breath heavy when she whispered, “That was her. Think she’s gotta little crush on you.” 

“R-Really?” 

“Mhm. You like that?” She inched your panties down your thighs. 

“I-I dunno—“ She was massaging your tits that were spilling out of your dress and you couldn’t breathe. 

“You don’t know?” Her voice had a harsh bite to it, and all you could do was shake your head. You don’t know what to do, what to say—

“So, if I hit her up right now to tell her to come fuck you with me, you’d say no?” Her hand cupped your pussy, her palm digging into your clit. You hand came to rest atop hers to lessen the gap. Her slender fingers reached down and scooped some slick to bring back up to your clit. She rubbed you in slow circles and lapped at your neck, sucking more marks into your skin. You dug your nails into her wrist. 

“I-I— “

“You what? Wanna fuck my friends? Want them t’pass you around and give you back to me?” She spat, and you moaned at the imagery. Her friends were so fucking hot!

… Give you back to her? What does she mean?! You’re about to flatline if she keeps touching you like this! 

“Ellie, fuck— “

“Yeah? I treat this pussy good?” Her fingers sped up on your clit, forcing more juices out of your cunt. You squeezed around nothing, and your head fell back on her shoulder, whining at the ceiling as your orgasm grew in your tummy. 

“So good, Ellie, fuck yes!” 

“Uh huh, bend over, angel,” you listened and kicked your heels off before laying over the corner of the mussed bed, your hat flying off in the process. 

“Put that back on,” she muttered. 

“Hm?” you threw over your shoulder. She looked so sexy right now, what the fuck. 

“Your hat, s’cute. Put it back on.” 

You swore your heart grew wings. You sloppily threw it over your head and her fingers slid inside you. Your walls stretched to accompany her digits, and your head dropped onto the covers. The ring on her index finger was pressed against the entrance of your cunt the deeper she slid, and you squealed when her pace quickened. 

Your orgasm rose much quicker than you would’ve liked. You never wanted Ellie to stop touching you! You want her close, close, close—

“Missed this angel cunt, my fucking god.” 

“M’close, El, please, fuck! —“

“Yeah? Like when do what I fuckin’ want?” 

“Yes! Yesyesyesyes—“ Your walls were strangling her. 

“Who’s pussy is this,” she sounded so gross, like she already knew your answer. 

“E-Ellie’s pussy,” She hits it so good! 

“So cum for me, baby.” 

You did, you did, you did! 

You would’ve hit the floor if she wasn’t there. Her free arm wrapped around your waist to hold you up. You could hear her laughing as your legs shook and your cunt choked the fuck out of her, moans of her name muffled by the blanket that your face was shoved into. 

“Atta girl, feels nice?” She cooed at you as her pace slowed. You whined in agreement while your clit twitched in aftershock. 

She kissed the bottom of your spine before helping you into the mattress to recover. You heard her phone go off. 

“C’mon, put your shoes on. Dina’s ready to go.” 

… She expects you to walk?! 

Ellie slipped off somewhere after leaving you with Dina and Niah, saying that she had something to take care of before leaving. The party was still live!

And Jesse was fucking sloshed! He could barely stand up without his teammates supporting him. 

Your arms were thrown around Niah’s neck while you sweetheart danced to Future. She gets so smiley when she’s faded; It’s adorable! 

“Where’d your girl go?” she yelled over the music. 

You blushed and smiled, “I dunno! She said give her a minute!” 

Niah nodded and whispered in Dina’s ear, and Dina gave her a thumbs up. 

“Come pee with me right quick!” 

You agreed and followed her through the crowd again — the one downside to great parties: you can barely fucking move! You reached the dimly lit hallway and thanked god that the line wasn’t long. 

Until Niah grabbed your arm to stop you in your tracks. 

You flinched and furrowed your brows at her, “What’s the matter?” 

“Uh, nothing!” She looked around frantically, “Let’s just use the one upstairs!” 

“… Why?! The line isn’t even long,” You nudged her off you playfully and pointed at the three girls standing by the bathroom door. She stopped you again. 

“Bro I can wait til we get home. C’mon—“ She shook her head at you. 

But you brushed past her, “Stop being weird! It’ll take two seco— “

Your heart plummeted from your chest to the floor when you saw Ellie with her hand up shroom-bar-girl’s skin-tight dress, her tongue sliding over hers in a deep kiss. Shroom-bar-girl looked like she was about to explode, and Ellie smirked, her lips moving over hers like she was talking her through it. 

Tears jerked in your eyes at the sight, your fists clenching, painted nails digging into your palms. But you couldn’t look away. 

Niah grabbed your hand and yanked you away from the disastrous scene, trekking back through the crowd— can they fucking move! — and out onto the porch. You wiped your tears roughly when Dina approached with a concerned look, but Niah brushed her off, saying you’ll tell her in the morning. 

Niah hugged you while you cried silently, the both of you waiting in the freezing cold for the Uber. 

You and Ellie were never official, but you couldn’t ignore the fiery pain that sliced through you like a blade. 

After all this time, did people still find you this disposable?

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH BACK ON MY ELLIE SHIT BIG PUR

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[gh0stsp1d3r]

Jealous, jealous, jealous girl pt 2

Part 1-

Request- reader and hobie get into an argument bc of how she treats Gwen, they break up, reader starts to get even angrier at people even Pavitr (my poor baby), she finds out that Gwen started to stay at Hobie’s place and she hears him call Gwen “Gwendy” (he does that in the movie and I think it’s cute) so she just stops coming to the spider society HQ all together bc that was her final straw, somehow Hobie finds her and she tells him about how really felt deep down 😔

“Look, I’m just saying you can’t get mad everytime I even talk to her.” He said as calmly as he could.

“It’s not even just you talking to her anymore! You’re hanging out with her more than you are me! You’re fucking calling her nicknames!”

“It’s just cause we’re working together, there’s nothing else goin’ on, love-“

“Don’t call me that. I never said there was anything else going on. And that’s not all because you wanna know what else I saw? Her fucking clothes in your room! Her shoes, shirt, pants. You told me that she wasn’t staying anymore, you lied to me.”

“I couldn’t tell you, cause I knew you’d get angry.”

“You knew and you did it anyway?”

“I’m sorry. Okay? I’m sorry.“ he said, but he didn’t say it in a genuine way.

“We’re done. You keep lying to me, and I can’t do it anymore.” You said, tears at your eyes.

“Wh- Y/n- Y/n, don’t-“ he said as you started to mess with your watch, going straight to the HQ.

When you entered the portal he groaned and sighed, he laid on his bed and put his hands over his face.

“Fuck.” He knew he messed up.

——————————————————————

It seemed as if he moved on quicker than you. You came to work on the verge of tears everyday, and he was laughing and talking with Gwen everyday.

Pavitr helped you through everything, staying at your house sometimes, and you staying at his. His aunt loved you.

You were having lunch with him, you both sat in silence and eating.

“So, how you handling the whole…” he asked after a while of silence.

You sighed “Not good. He just keeps hanging out with her, and I heard that she was staying at his again!” You started to get pissed off every time you talked about it.

“Alright, alright, calm down. You guys needa talk it out.”

You thought for a moment.

“I guess.. I just… I dunno, it kinda hurts to see him, yknow?”

“I get it, just talk to him when you’re ready, because I want the gang back! I miss all of you guys, and it’s not like I don’t like hanging out with you.. it’s just… better with all of you. And Hobie told me some things, I think you guys can work it out”

“Some things? What things Pavitr..?” You said.

“Just some… non important things..”

“Pavitr.”

He looked the other way, struggling to meet your gaze.

You rolled your eyes, and stood up, throwing away the garbage.

“Wait- y/n, I’m sorry-“

You left him alone, and he sighed as he continued to eat.

As she walked out, you ran into Hobie and Gwen speaking.

You hid so they didn’t see you.

“Gwendy, next time ya come over, quit forgetting your toothbrush.”

“Gwendy..?” You whispered to yourself. You knew she was being called nicknames but it was different hearing it.

You rolled your eyes, as you quickly walked past them. Gwen stared at you, while Hobie just ignored you.

Hobie sighed when you left.

“You guys still not talking?”

“Nah. I was thinking of it… but I gotta wait until she’s not pisssed off.. which is rare.” He shrugged.

They walked into the lunchroom, seeing pavitr sit there and stare at his food.

“Yo, Pavitr.” Hobie said, excited and ready to get a happy welcome.

Pavitr just looked at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“I told her that you said some things, I didn’t tell her exactly what, but she got all mad and left me! Fix your stuff man, she’s a great person, and I want her back.”

Hobie just sighed as Pavitr stood up and threw his trash away as well.

“Just talk to her.” Gwen shrugged when he looked at her.

“We got into an argument over you. That’s why it happened.”

She laughed “I’m flattered but I’m not worth breaking up over. You two were probably the cutest couple I’ve seen.”

He sighed “Yeah. You’re right.”

————————————————————-

With tears in your eyes you left the HQ, telling spider byte you’d be away for a while, her asking a lot of questions and then saying she’s got it there.

You didn’t tell Miguel or anyone else, just her.

You went to your apartment, and went straight to your bed. You didn’t even realize you were crying. When you did, you let it all out. Ugly crying felt good to do at the moment, so that’s what you did.

You cried for a good 15 to 20 minutes. Then you fell asleep.

You woke up, and pretty much did the same thing for a few days.

Jessica was constantly bothering you, telling you you had to be in.

“‘M still sick with the virus. Can’t.” You lied.

She rolled her eyes “You’re full of shit.”

“Yeah… cus of the virus.”

She sighed “Funny. Just… be in soon, I can’t keep covering for you.”

“I will.”

After a day or two, people at the HQ noticed. Pavitr, Gwen, and Hobie mostly noticed, Jessica, Miguel, And Charlotte, whom you were also close with, noticed.

(Charlotte is sun-spider)

No one bothered to come by except for Pavitr for a while.

He tried to convince you to come back, but also letting you know of everything happening.

“Alright, I gotta go, see you!” He said, opening a portal.

“Yeah, see you.”

A day after, instead of jessica it was Miguel himself that called through your watch.

You sighed “Yeah, yeah, I’ll come in-“

“You better. You know that spot guy we were looking at?”

“Yeah.”

“He’s a bigger issue than we thought. We’re looking for him right now. You have to come in today, no excuses.” He said.

“Okay. Yeah. I will in a little..”

He disappeared and you sighed, laying back in bed.

There was a knock at your front door, making you jump.

You groaned in annoyance and got up.

“What?” You opened the door, and then you saw it was hobie.

You tried to slam the door, but he stopped it with his foot.

“Hello to you too.” He mumbled.

“What do you want, Hobie?”

“I wanna talk.”

“Okay. Talk.”

“I’m sorry. I am. I miss you, a lot. And I just want to… fix things. If it’s possible, Y’Know? Im sorry for lying, and sorry for.. everything.”

You stared at him for a while, and this time he sounded genuine. He looks like he’s been… crying?

“I miss you too hobie. God, I fucking-“ you took in a sharp breath “I love you. I always have, since the moment I saw you, and I don’t think that’s ever gonna change. But it hurts. It fucking hurts. You went behind my back, and lied to me.”

He listened and stared.

“I don’t love Gwen. I love you. Like you said, always have, always will. And I’m sorry I lied.. but Gwen’s my friend, and you and her could really get along. If you’re asking me to stop being friends with her-“

“I’m not asking you to stop being friends with her. I’m asking you to not lie about it next time. Don’t lie about how she’s not staying at your place when she is.” You said, you feel like you were repeating yourself as you raised your voice.

“I won’t. If you give me another chance, I will never lie to you again. I screwed up, and honestly I’d do anything for you to forgive me. And maybe if we could go on a date.. yknow, redo the whole thing.

“I forgive you. And yeah.” You said after a while of silence.

He smiled ever so slightly. “Thank you. You coming back to HQ now?”

“Yeah. Miguel’s gonna blow my brains out if I don’t.”

[rhinestonz]

☆ NEEDA HEAR YOU SAY IT ☆

It was times like this when you missed Toji. The clanks and clatter of silverware and China nulling in with the sounds of the TV. You had it on his favorite channel. Ready for him to come home. Everyday you missed him wishing he was there. Lately it had felt like Toji had forgotten all about you. Giving you a single small peck when he came home and going about his day. You were suddenly craving validation , like how you used to get. His long kisses and soft groups to your skin while telling you how good you are to him. Maybe this need for validation was the reason you went out of your way today. 

Toji fushiguro x housewife!reader. Praise kink. Squirting. Slight angst. Fucking on kitchen island.

You jumped to your feet as you heard the door knob twist. Practically running to Toji. He looked down at you with a small smile , kissing you on the forehead. “ how’ve you been, baby?” He inquired. His voice tired as he unbuttoned his coat. It was winter but he still opted for that compression shirt. “ Even if you're freezing you just gotta show off your muscles” you rolled your eyes. Taking his coat and hanging it. Toji stared at you incredulously as you knelt down and started untying his boots. “Uh … what the hell are you doing ?” He asked. His eyebrow raised “ what’s gotten into you ?” He laughed. You stood up , you weren’t sure. “ I um .. I don’t know “ you huffed out with a small laugh. Turning away from him into the living room. You waved your hands up “ look how good I cleaned” you cheered. Toji smiled , you looked so tiny in the living room. Then he took a moment to scan your figure. A white crop top with some blue jeans that hugs your lower half so nicely. “Why are you dressed?” He asked. You looked down at yourself “ I think this is causal” you said nonchalantly. Toji walked closer to you, pulling you into a hug. “ you’re acting so weird today baby,” he said laced with concern. You ignored his comment. “ Look how good I mopped,” you said, pointing towards the marble floors. Toji pulled you close by your waist , ignoring your finger. “ Don’t ignore me baby “ he warned, his voice a little deeper than before. You pouted , your fist against his chest. Tears began to well in your eyes . Toji's voice began to try and comfort you, like telling a 5 year old not to cry. You burst into tears anyway  “ why don’t you care about what I do anymore ?, do I not clean well enough? I did the laundry! I even polished the kitchen island !!” You weeped. Your face is buried into Toji’s chest. Your fist hit Toji as you heard him chuckle , “ This isn’t funny you big fucking jerk!“ you curse. You felt his large hands turn you around by your waist.  “Awww Sweet thing~” he cooed at you. “ I didn't think you’d need me to tell you that stuff” he sighed. You felt him lift you up a bit, moving you to the kitchen island. Toji placed small kisses on your neck from behind. “ Ofc my sweet thing does more than she even needs to for me, I’m so grateful for all the things you do” he said fondly. Something inside you was satisfied by that , however , feeling his crotch against the denim of your jeans left you needing more satisfaction. 

“F-fuck Toji~” you screamed out. Your toes barely touching the ground as you were bent over the kitchen island. “ Fuck sweet thing , your the best thing that’s ever happened to me “ Toji cursed out. His hip rutting into the plump of your ass over and over. You swear your brain was going numb. Barely able to keep your head up. Getting a good whiff of the cleaning product you used as your face squished against the marble. “ such a good girl , cleaning this counter so you can see your pretty lil fucked out face in it?” You had almost forgotten the feeling of Toji being rough on  you. Fuck you missed it. Your tears stained the counter you had cleaned “ “to think , my sweet thing had been crying just cuz she wanted sum praise” he teased. Gripping your hair tightly leaning down putting his whole weight on you. You were so sloppy. You could feel drops of you twos’ essence on the floor beneath you whenever your toes could graze the ground. Bent over the marble , feeling Toji’s cock in your stomach against the cool marble beneath it. Fuck he was so big. Your moans became strained. Though you missed this, with all that cleaning you just wanted to cum on his cock , be filled up , and then crash. “Want praise Sweet thing  ?” Toji fauxed confusion “ I can give you that “ he smirked. You felt him brushing your cervix, so big he could barely fit in you. “ Your such a good fucking girl , so good to me “ you almost felt those words in your core. “ hm ? My pretty woman just wants to hear me say I love her , that she’s doing a good job” . “ T-Toji m’ close” you whined. “ Well my Sweet thing deserves it , doesn’t she ?” He said, giving you a particularly harsh hit you your g-spot. You sprayed all over his torso and the floor. “Fuckk~” you whimpered. You almost went limp. Toji picked you up , carrying you to the bathroom.  “don’t worry , I can clean a mess , but probably not as good as you, “ he joked. Running you a bath and giving you a long kiss. 

[corvidcrossbow]

would you maybe write some daryl fluff? maybe reader is carols adopted daughter (20ish years old)

daryl comforting reader after henry and how carol acted in the tunnel? maybe r sees carol taking pills n stuff. idk just daryl maybe talking to carol “what about her? henry’s gone but she’s still here!” just daryl sticking up for reader and hugging her n looking after her while carols off.

~•♡•~ What One Has

➳ Summary: Following the Savior war, Carol took you and Henry in as her adoptive children. But through the events of the Whisperer war, your relationship with her became sort of estranged; at least you had Daryl looking out for you (Daryl + Fem!Reader)

➳ Setting: Post Whisperer war, around 10x18 + 10x21

➳ Word count: 1.9k

➳ C/W: Mentions of pike scene

➳ A/N: Ima be so fr, I struggled writing this, I think because I wasn't quite sure what direction I wanted to go but I needa stop sittin on this n I hope you like it nonetheless anon 😭🫶 Hopefully now that opening day at my job has passed I can refocus on writing (and hopefully we never have a day like that ever again cuz someone dropping and coding in front of me was not in any of my expectations 🗿)

Daryl groaned an exhale and shifted in his blankets, rolling over onto his back with a clenched fist resting on his forehead. Darkness shrouded his room in the basement, Dog curled up close to him no matter how many times he tried to ward the canine off from dirtying the plush couch by sleeping on it too.

Despite the threat of the Whisperers eliminated, and what he could only hope would be some time for rest, he didn't rest. Sleeping never proved easier no matter how many times a conflict was eased: he knew more would always follow. Especially now, where the repercussions of Alpha and her actions were so grave it shook foundations he'd prayed would stay stable.

The archer threw back his covers, picking himself from the makeshift bed and finding a shirt he'd earlier thrown aside, and a pack of cigarettes set on the edge of his workbench. He tisked at Dog, instructing him to stay while he quietly existed from the cellar, carefully ascended the stairs and opened the front door to head outside and smoke.

Closing it and throwing his head back to clear the messied hair from his face, he paused at the figure already occupying the right side of the steps. In the faint glow of moonlight, he recognized you despite your hunched posture, seemingly trying to obscure yourself.

“Why ya out ‘ere?”

“Same reason you are.”

It was a rhetorical question, really. He knew why, who this was about. It wasn't the first time he'd found you awake in the night as he was, having become an increasing commonality over the past 10 months since you moved here, and increasingly concerning.

Daryl stuffed the pack away in his pocket, coming to sit near you on the opposite end of the step, propping his elbows on his thighs. “Ya won’ talk ‘bout it?”

“It's not really gonna make a difference,” You replied, head bowed to stare at the wooden planks in front of you, twisting a loose thread you'd plucked from your jeans between your fingers.

“Could. Least yer not carryin’ it by yerself,” He tried to persuade you. Although he was guilty of doing it himself, his conscience didn't sit well with knowing those close to him were lost in their own minds like he so often was. Especially you, who he not only cared about, but had cared for. “C'mon, ‘m listening.”

You heaved an uneasy sigh, reluctantly accepting that he was right. He felt like the only person you had at this point. “I miss her.”

Daryl's head turned a bit so his gaze could flick to you then shifted back, nodding – more to himself – understandingly.

“And it's so weird because she's, what… 30 feet away from me right now? Maybe less? But she feels even further than she did when she just up and left to go on that boat.” You paused for a moment, coaching yourself through your breaths and not allowing them to grow erratic. “I thought, maybe after everything at the tower, she'd warm back up to me again. But I feel like the… thing, wore her raw, and then the blizzard froze her so solid she won't thaw back out.”

The man stayed silent, taking in your every word but knowing to speak now would halt the tracing of your thoughts; hinder you from fully opening up.

“Does she think because I'm grown it doesn't have a major effect on me? Henry wasn't just her son, he was like my brother. Families are supposed to be there for each other when you lose someone– and, and then I almost lost her too. I mean, you remember all the pills; how she never left her room. I could hear her some nights, just talking to herself. She was talking to something that wasn't real more than she talked to me!”

Now you were struggling, that choking feeling tightened around your throat and broke some of your words, mask slipping as the weight of everything started to collapse in on you just like– “And the cave. I… I'd never been more scared in my life, being in there with you guys. There's so many times I thought I was gonna die but nothing scared me like that. I still hear all the walkers sometimes, how she screamed, the sound of that dynamite going off. I still feel like I'm coated in dust just–... What was she thinking? I was right next to her. It's like I was invisible, or erased from her memory, and all she remembers is Henry.”

Daryl pulled you to him before you'd even realized you were crying, holding your stiff body against his, and through a few sobs, feeling you relax and give in. His strong arm wrapped around you was the most secure you'd felt in a long time.

“Shhh… s'alrigh’. ‘M ‘ere.” Soothing words were few and simple, but they were what you needed; the reminder that someone saw you, remembered you, and took account for your feelings in all of this.

You scooted closer to him, further tucking your head into his chest as if you were trying to finally find a moment of peace by escaping into his embrace. Daryl rubbed his palm over your shoulder, doing nothing but just being there for you.

A moment passed and you recomposed yourself to some extent, shuffling away with a sniffle while he loosened the hug. His eyes caught yours for just a second, seeing so much of himself reflected in your irises.

“Sorry, didn't mean to…” You trailed off while rubbing your face with the back of your hand, ridding the salty streaks from your skin and gesturing. You turned away, embarrassed from your venting and finding it hard to face him.

“Don't. Whole point'ah talkin’ is so ya ain't bottlin’ allat to yerself.” He quieted again, casting his gaze to you then up to the sky as he fidgeted with his hands. “Had a brother too; from before. Was an asshole, but still ma brother.”

You perked up a little, following his line of sight to the black above you. “What happened?..”

“Wa'salways gettin’ stuck with tha wrong people; last time jus’ cost ‘em. Happened bouta year into this; had tah put ‘em down mahself.”

“I'm sorry…” You swallowed and unsurely nibbled on the gummy flesh of your cheek. Was there ever really a right way to respond to that kind of thing?

“Ts'fine, long time ago. Point is I get how it is tah lose family like tha’, ‘nd ‘ll always listen when ya need it. Ya got me.”

“Thank you… for everything; bein’ there every time you already have. I really appreciate it, Daryl.” Truthfully, you'd flat out needed it. He'd remained a constant when all else altered. “I just don't know what to do anymore. Dad's been so distant too, and if I'm gonna lose him to cancer... I'll need her there for that.”

You licked your lips, taking a shaky inhale and biting your tongue a bit. “Sometimes I feel like all she sees when she looks at me is my head on a pike too.”

Daryl's jaw tensed, fearing you'd confess something like that. “‘Ll talk to ‘er.”

“No, you don't have to do that. I know you two are already–”

“Nah. ‘M gonna. Ya shouldn't ever think somethin’ like tha’. She still cares ‘bout ya: ts'jus’ hard for ‘er, been through a lot.” He gave a gentle squeeze to your shoulder before removing his hand. “She loves ya. Get sum rest.”

You nodded faintly, taking another breath to gather yourself and lifting from the spot to retreat inside, leaving the man to his own solemn nature.

❥-》》—————➣

Daryl often wondered if some things were worth it, this included; begrudgingly agreeing to let Carol tag along with him on what was meant to be a hunt, yet tracing paths back to that long abandoned cabin he would've preferred to add ‘forgotten’ in the title of.

He damned Dog for leading him back there, but figured something was going to push out the full story regarding how he spent all those years in the forest – and at least it opened the conversation for more important ones that needed to be had.

It wasn't ideal; borderline arguing with the woman he'd so casually dubbed his ‘best friend’, who'd been there when he needed her and vice versa. It hurt, but it wasn't all she hurt him for, and he was far from the only one she did.

“I'm sorry for Connie,” She spoke, head bowed and pursing her lips to shove back the tears that gathered in her waterlines. “But I'm not sorry for going after the horde and I'm not sorry for making Alpha pay for killing Henry because I was right.”

“‘Nd tha's all tha’ matters; you bein’ right, huh?” Daryl angled to look at her, keeping his forearm braced against the wooden post. She questioned the depth of his motivations, and he shook his head disapprovingly.

“Ts'ain't all about ‘em, ‘ts barely ‘bout me. ‘Ts ‘bout'cher damn kid; tha one ya still got.” They met eyes for a moment before hers shot away, shamefully avoiding the confrontation. “Ya think ‘bout ‘er in all this? Tha’ what you lost, she lost too? Ya know feels like she lost you? Tha’ she don’ sleep much anymore, misses you like yer already gone, ‘cause ya might as well be … Ya still have ‘er, ‘ts sum’thin’ we can't say fer a lotta people, so quit actin’ like ya don't.”

A painful silence settled, clawing at the both of them as he pivoted away and focused out the dirtied glass plane ahead of him. The archer bit back further words, part of him regretting the harshness of such even though it felt required.

“Ya shouldn'tah come.”; brought Carol's sharper attention back, sparking meaner accusations and disclosures between them – predominantly on Daryl's part – regarding their situations.

She turned around, drifting fingertips over the structuring of the cabin's foundation and sniffling before muttering a few things more and trailing into the other room.

Tension hung heavy enough to keep it mostly quiet, even as they later parted ways while returning to Alexandria, forced through seeming trials; Daryl with his motorcycle, and Carol while attempting to cook.

Once he finally got that damn bike working and rode home, he stifled a chuckle at how the silver-haired woman stood there, disheveled appearance matching his own. The man appreciatively declined her offer for soup, exhausted from his troubles and preferring to just go lay down with Dog.

He followed the shepherd round the house to enter through the front door, watching the cheerful wagging of his tail as he padded across the hardwood and down steps to the basement.

Daryl readjusted his crossbows strap around his shoulder, brushing back his hair before descending. He picked up Carol's voice in the distance, sequenced by yours, and paused to shift his vision for just a quick glance; you perched against the kitchen counter, bowls on the surface, and for the first time in a while, a genuine smile on your face as the older woman came up beside you.

His own tugged the slightest bit at one side of his mouth, satisfied with the apparent reconnecting. He continued his action, setting his things down in his room before partially undressing and flopping back on that couch.

Even if his relationship with Carol remained rocky, granting some stability to yours was enough for him. That was worth it.

©corvidcrossbow 2024. I do not give permission for my works to be copied, modified or adapted to other platforms. My work may be translated only if asked and with proof of given consent.

[jjwho]

♤What will Your Love Life be like within the Next 3 Months♤

Pile1. Pile2.

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Pile 1

Cards pulled out: Death reversed, six of pentacles reversed, seven of swords, knight of wands

Okay pile 1 so what im getting is that within the next 3 months of your love life you probably haven't moved on from your ex or like bad habits or like changing your perspective on something or you haven't changed your toxic type and you are probably going back to your ex or ex fling over and over again and just can't wake up from it.

Or you have this toxic love fanatsyin your head and you like these men or woman that abuse their power and give you something and want something in return like they give you some attention cause they wanna bang bang you, yk yk? Whoever this ex or toxic type is, they just gonna keep lying to you and trick you and continue to cheat and cheat and cheat and they won't stop and you can't fix them, cause hoes like that don't change. Just saying. This person might "sweep you off your feet" and make you feel so so special but ja it's just not like that. A shameless flirt, that's what this person is. They're rebellious, fearless, confident and hot tempered. The next three months is just going back and forth with this person and its taking you nowhere but wasting your time only.

Advice cards from the wheel from "Iconic JJ advices": "The bee gets honey taken away and nothing give back"

Yeah so you needa stop letting these men/woman/hoes keep using you and taking advantage of you, like have some self worth in you and move on, it's not gonna work. You're gonna look back from 2 years ahead and you're gonna be like "I was so embarrassing" cause honestly girl maybe it's his face or maybe it's the way he makes you feel special, but no one else would date him, you dated him or fucked around with him, now he thinks he's so hot and can fuck around with multiple people at once. You gotta leave him. Don't build up his ego. Leave and build up your self love, self respect. Got that Pile 1!

Okay bye byeee love yalll

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Pile 2

Cards pulled out: Two of cups, King of cups, the tower reversed, ace of swords reversed

Ace of cups back of the deck

Okay so Pile 2222

Okay so Pile 2 idk if yall already in a relationship or you guys met someone or are going to meet someone you'll feel quite a attraction too. Like you guys have mutual respect for each other And you guys are just equal, maybe unlike your past relationships. This person's super sweet the masculine but sweet and compassionate masculine. They're romantic, friendly, wise and just calm and has his shit straight.

But maybe you've been heartbroken so much in the past you're just avoiding the whole thing even though there's attraction and just everything perfect, it might seem too perfect in your eyes and you'll just back up and just avoid the feeling of loss and everything like that.

Because of all of this there's gonna be confusion between you two, misinformation being passed around and making people make the wrong decision because of miscommunication.

I believe you guys both like each other, but then you closing off makes them think stuff and do stuff (not like kiss other chick's or things) just stuff that you thought meant smt else and just a whole lot of confusion.

But you shouldn't let your fear of love take away something good the universe gave you

Advice from wheel from JJs iconic advices": "Life does not life around shitty people"

Okay I have a good feeling the people who will give you guys misinformation or make you think the wrong shit about each ither are the shitty people in your life. Ik when you like someone you'll try find out about them as much as possible, so you might believe any bullshit you hear, but don't. He doesn't have anything to hide so just ask him he won't leave you. He's sweet and compassionate and wants you. Leave this shitty hoes in your life okay. They're just shit and you're good and can't let shit smear on you.

Okay that's I have byeeee

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Pile 3

Cards pulled out:Page of pentacles, the wheel of fortune, three of wands, five of swords reversed

Back of the deck: Four of wands

So Pile 333

What im getting is that you'll be at a point qhere you're setting goals for yourself and going for what you want and maybe a person as well, this person could be a grounded young person who's loyal, faithful and makes sure they live a healthy lifestyle and stay consistent, they might even still seek education. Not saying they're really young they might be the same age as you, but just has a bigger thirst for knowledge.

This mightve been something that was meant to happen and around this time you might have a lot of luck. You'll be more happy with yourself and your self confidence will be higher. You might be traveling during this time maybe you'll meet him there or you guys will be traveling together around. But your hard works will be paying off and that might be a reason you'll be traveling but you guys mightve been in a long distance relationship or you guys gonna be one of those traveling romance things. Cutee. You guys mightve had some conflicts but are peacefully resolving them. Someone might make a huge sacrifice but ja. But it resolving peacefully.

Advice from wheel from Iconic advices from JJ: "You're a clean Diamond, he isn't and doesn't want to be"

Okay damn so the sacrifice part I'm not sure if something happens but ja maybe they're talking about someone in the last you need to stop trying go after. Leave the past and look into the present. Like if they've moved on then move. Okay? I'm sorry but ja that's the way it is. Just feel, cry. Accept. Then move on. Sounds super easy but is hard I know. Just go out more as well and be open Okay?Don't hold onto someone who doesn't want you, there's millions of people who could want you if you give them the opportunity to let them know you and they could also treat you better.

Okay byeeee

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Pile 4

Cards pulled out:Knight of cups, nine of pentacles, nine of swords reversed, six of cups

Back of the deck: The empress

Okay so what im getting is that someone within the next 3 months will yk offer they're cup of love for you. Theyre gonna take action and just follow their heart, you might even be swept off you're feet, you could find them charming and super gentlemanly. Super warm and gentle, at this time you might be getting more serious about your independence and success and just really focused on that, or yalls relationship that you guys are setting off is gonna become more successful and stable. Could be both but ja. This might make you happy and have faith, cause this is like your "Light at the end of the tunnel" and you'll accept the help from them cause that's all they want to do.

This relationship has a nostalgic vibe to it, like a lot of innocence and "I'll protect you" energy. This could help you connect more to your creative side and feminine side. But a lot of harmony between you guys. This is sweet.

Advice cards: "One life, one chance, a world that doesn't care"

So just go for it, I feel like you're scared to go after your dream or something your heart yearn for, but I believe its time you should. Don't be scared. Failure is normal in life, success is part of understanding failure is okay, success is going after your dream 100 times no matter how much you fall. Don't be scared and go for it. Okay.

Byeee

Okay guys I hope you enjoyed the readings have a lovely dayyy

[cupidjyu]

hii could you write an angsty younghoon scenario?? i just some of my most important final exams and uh its not looking great for me💀💀 needa cry my guts out to feel better😭😭 how r ur finals going?

i need you

younghoon x reader (request)

genre: light angst, hurt/comfort, hugging, apologies notes: i wasn't sure if you wanted like sad angst?? but i figured that hurt/comfort would work more since you aren't doing too well with exams :) and my finals went okay! word count: 0.8k

You heard the familiar click of the door unlocking and so you jumped up from the couch to greet your boyfriend. You were very excited to see him, just like you are every day. You absolutely adore the sight of his pretty face and the feeling of his warm hugs.

When the door opened, you smiled. “Hoonie! I missed you.” You approached him to wrap your arms around him like you usually do, but his response gets you frowning. He doesn’t necessarily push you off, but he kind of blocks you from hugging him with his arm.

Your smile fell as you looked at him with worry. “Everything okay?”

“Mhm,” He hummed, blinking with exhaustion. You stared as he walked around the room to put down his things and take off his coat. Immediately, you knew that he was in a bad mood and you couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

And even though you knew you shouldn’t, you kept on pushing him for answers. It wasn’t to bother him, you just wanted to take care of him.

“Younghoon.” You appeared behind him. He was currently eating the leftover dinner from last night, slightly slouched over the counter. His eyebrows were furrowed already.

“Yeah?” He didn’t even look at you.

“Are you sure everything’s okay?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” He sighed. “Everything’s fine.” But, his tone was harsh. Not convincing at all.

You stared at him, trying to figure out what to do. You’ve never seen him so upset, with his usual calming nature. “You know…” You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, making him flinch. “If you need someone to talk to, I’m–”

“I don’t need anyone.” He suddenly snapped. Your breath hitched. And what really felt like a sharp needle in your heart, was the fact that he looked directly at you when he said “anyone”. It was as if to say he specifically did not need you.

“Oh, I–” You could already feel the tears pricking your eyes. “I’ll just go then.” You awkwardly pointed at the bedroom, feeling like you would burst into cries right then and there. As you turned around, you didn’t see the way his face immediately formed regret as his hand reached out for you.

About an hour later, you were sitting in bed, scrolling through your phone. You haven’t made any move to leave the room because you didn’t quite know how to act if you faced him again. He really isn’t always like this, the only other time this has happened was when there was an issue at work. 

You were startled when he walked into the room, like a miserable puppy in the rain, his head hung low. You stared at him with surprise.

“Younghoon?”

“I’m sorry.” He gazed at you with sad eyes. Hesitantly, he went to where you were and sat in front of you, his legs crossed. He slowly took your hand in his, almost fearful that you would pull away. But instead, you looked at him with curiosity.

“Are you going to tell me now?” You asked, skeptically.

He nodded his head slowly before sighing, “It’s just that people were mean at work today. They said some stuff behind my back and it sort of hurt my confidence.” Tears pricked his eyes, making your heartbreak. “I’m sorry for lashing out at you before. I really didn’t mean to.” A single teardrop fell from his eyes. “I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You didn’t hurt me.”

“I did.” He looked at you. “I can see it in your eyes. I’m sorry.”

You stared at him, your eyes softening when you noticed that he truly looked guilty. His lips were pulled into a pout and his eyes were watery, threatening to spill over. 

“It’s okay, we all have our bad days,” You whispered. You opened your arms and pulled him in. Immediately, you felt tears stain the back of your shirt and small noises from his throat. You held him tighter. 

“Please don’t misunderstand,” He mumbled, his voice wavering with cries. “I do need you. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

You froze for a moment before relaxing and nodding as you rubbed your hand across his back soothingly. 

“Just be sure that you don’t hide anything from me anymore, okay? I’ll always be there to help.” Your hand came up to stroke his hair as he melted into your touch.

“Okay.”

It was silent.

And then he whispered again, “I love you.”

You smiled. “I love you too.”

“Can you…” He pulled away, sniffling. You stared at him intently. “Can you hold me for the rest of the night?”

You giggled, “Of course, handsome.”

Younghoon smiled for the first time that night.

It’s in these tender moments, that they might hurt. But then again, it can also bring you just that bit closer. 

[p3rry-pi3]

I am so sorry for the people who followed me I completely forgot abt this acc

But anyway

I made a lil’ thing.

SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TW!!!!! I mention lots of violence, lots of cussing, lots of mentions on injections, i trauma dump for a bit (I think), uh, uh, uh, yeah. That’s it. Lmk if I needa add more.

It’s complicated but I was wondering what it’d be like if my sona was a miguel variant!

He looks a lot different each drawing I make of him due to me playing around with styles so keep that in mind that consistency is nonexistent to me.

I hope this reaches the right ppl lol

I was a little nervous to show this to such a big fandom but then I remembered this is tumblr! I can do whatever, be cringe, and survive!!!

So here’s this, it’s all gonna be under the cut cause I took this as an advantage to geek out lol (a blessing and a curse)

Okay! So! His face, right.

Facial features.

This face. I did a lil’ sheet of him with and without glasses. He looks scared but bare in mind this is technically my sona and if you know me almost all of them I make are in this constant state of anxiety, and this is my way of projecting. So shhh.

In contrast to Miguel’s heightened sense due to the injects, Perry’s senses are erratic. This man’s vision gets worse TENFOLD. I’m already blind as is irl (that’s sarcasm) and the injections being unpredictable due to this dude’s like. Whatever, it makes it WORSE. Also the overstimulation is BAD with him.

As a reference to Miguel’s slicked back hair, he has his hair behind his ears. It’s a habit he does and will often fidget with his hair by constantly tucking it behind his hair and he refuses to tie it up.

Build/suit

This man is somewhat chubby but all that action will definitely muscle him out. Here’s him in the suit btw.

I think he would wear clothes overlapping the suit but because it’s like holographic and emits SO MUCH HEAT, he can’t do it during summer.

Cause imagine how hot that thing is!!!

I’ve seen the speculations that miguel could be very well naked underneath that suit, and I’ve seen how it’s like a running joke, like sure, it’s funny

BUT IMAGINE WEARING THAT THIMG EVERYWHERE WITH NO A/C!!! NO FANS!!! I imagine it being just as bad as wearing fursuit during summer (not coming from experience, but I see the struggle)

It must be super hot! I don’t know how but it LOOKS like that thing just RADIATES heat.

But no, my sona isn’t naked.

Venom

And the little fangs ref is from me being half asleep and dreaming while being awake somehow, and I guess I drew that??? Who knows.

He has natural fangs but the injections 100% make them more pronounced.

I’m not gonna overpower him and make his venom more dangerous but I’d say in addition to paralyzing his opponents, it also causes skin irritation.

Just picture it.

You’re can’t move and have to wait it off, but, your skin starts itching. It gets itchier and starts to burn BUT YOU CAN’T SCRATCH IT!!!

So you’re just laying there like “AAAAAAAA” cause then you’re worried it’ll blister, (it won’t), and you can’t check cause you can’t move!!!!!

I’m an evil genius I know 🤓

Being bit by him would be the equivalent of having to use your teeth cause no matter how many times you scratch that one part of your hands as a kid (even as now) it wouldn’t stop itching!

Character personality/arc/dev

This part was trickier. I didn’t know if I wanted to make him completely different from canon or make him similar but not too similar. It was hard.

So I focused on small traits I knew I wanted him to have.

And I think I went bonkers.

Uh yeah. I told you the art style changes quite a bit.

I think this man would love to see Miguel’s year but not long enough to figure out all the futuristic stuff. He’d be an iPad peepaw 😞

Also I’m half Samoan myself irl, so I wanted to sprinkle in that Samoan rep in this. I see little to none in most of the media I explore around, and it makes me a bit sad but if there’s like an explanation lmk.

I know there’s some Polynesian rep in the community, just not as much as I like, so here I am adding to that in pride of my own culture. (I’m still doing research on it as someone who isn’t all that connect to my heritage so it’s not good rep but bare with me, I’m getting there. As these reference pages evolve so will the rep.)

I like making a lot of these sonas so I might remake this one in particular.

I figured I’d give him a more animated character while keeping miguel’s stoicism and attitude, so here’s the characteristics I did wanna give him.

Moody. Has mood swings due to various reasons but for Miguel’s character’s sake we’ll leave it vague.

Constant state of worry and paranoia. I have been showing signs of paranoia so I’m not pulling this one out of my ass, but I do see miguel showing signs of it during high stress. It’s a headcanon I have, but I’d imagine what years of being aware of the fact there’s more people like you in a whole strand of endless possibilities, and one of them is where you’re a fictional character and being conscious of that 4th wall, it can cause you to think some stuff.

Opinionated. That’s. That’s it.

Sassy. He’s so zesty and for what lmao.

Smartass and witty. I imagine him having huge yelling matches with miguel if they were to ever meet, but in the end would get along like an old married couple. Would miguel even remotely like him? No. Not even close. This man would HATE my sona. My sona would hate him back, but as someone who’s had yelling matches with other people he’d prolly be like “damn. I can respect that.” But wouldn’t DARE to tell miguel.

Intelligent. Yeah, he would’ve been better off being an art student or a lawyer, but because of the whole canon event he had, he’s stuck as spider-man. His civilian wear is a lot more cozy in duality to him being spider-man.

Forgetful. I imagine him going to the shop and just going “shock! I forgot to change!” And he’s already almost done with his grocery list in his spider-man suit so the people there are just like, “OMG SOIDERMAN WHAT R YOU DOING HERE???”

So uh, there’s that. One last thing I’d like to add is that I may or may not have studied Miguel’s character just for his personality and to take inspo.

Doodle time!!!!!1111!!1!!11!!1!1

I made doodles here.

So.

Yeah.

I think it’s clear I don’t take him seriously lol

I also think this man would have bad nightmares since I do (fun fact! I don’t dream. It’s constant nightmares) and because of that this man would 100% sleep with a nightlight and some background noises of crowds talking bc nostalgia is the best medicine.

But it gets awkward at other people’s houses and he’s afraid to ask so he ends up staying up all night in pure terror of his nightmares. His nightmares are enhanced due to his senses. (For me, it’s imagination and having a constant active mind, but since this is my sona and I don’t have an arc for him, it’s gonna be bc of the injections.)

I think he’d be just as gay and trans as me.

Being in a big multiverse, I think he’d learn quickly that life is just too short to live while being worried of the norm and what others think.

There’s two different types of social anxiety (<- sarcasm) and he has both.

Also here’s some other doodles of his face I did

Sometimes I like drawing them completely crazy, off the deep end, scared, or just having some loves :3

My sona would be very touch starved so he isn’t used to stuff like hugs and will often become flustered! It’s cute imo but gawd damn!!! Someone cuddle this boy and tell him he’s alright

LYLA!!!!!

His lyla would prolly be named lyla too. I think she’d just be a bit of a prototype.

But perry loves her like best friend. his lyla would be the lesbian in the dynamic while perry doesn’t care what gender you are, just please don’t use his coffee mug or mess with his pile of endless papers.

I also think he’s chose her own outfits and hair styles so while sure I’ll have her in pigtails to give movie lyla’s playfulness and duality a moment recognition. But you’ll also see her in black hairstyles with actual hair texture as her avatar varies cause I made her black for 1) practice and 2) just cause. Okay? Okay. (keep in mind i’m HORRIED with fashion. So I have no idea what I’m talking abt with her character design. You’ll have to learn with me and realize that I’m pretty much clueless on how the color wheel works, so be patient plz. I take constructive criticism tho btw.)

I think his lyla would be bossier and a lot more chatty. She’d sit there and rant about whatever information asked for and because he has ADHD this lyla would involuntarily speak like she has it too, but wouldn’t really show signs of it. If she were humanized i think she’d prolly have autism more than she would ADHD but because he works under conditions he prefers, he might make her a little all over the place cause I myself rlly hate routine and familiarity is hard for me to let go of in a certain way, so I think lyla would indirectly be made to where only he knows what works and what doesn’t with the important stuff

If miguel were to ever switch lylas he’d go crazy with this one. This lyla would stare at miguel like he’s speaking some other language since my sona would probably start with some bestie banter before getting into business so if miguel were to just start barking orders at her she’d be like “Uhm. Excuse me? 🧍” she’d put him in his place as she does with my sona but at the end of the day she’s still an AI so it doesn’t get so bad to where she can’t function and can’t get work done.

She would prolly have to remind my sona the time and other stuff like that cause if the forgetful factor but considering she has social skills my sona does, she’d prolly end up talking about something else entirely but at the end of the conversation she’d always remind him.

My sona would 100% giver her a stupid nickname like “android” or for shits and giggles a more human name “Andrea” and wouldn’t tell lyla abt it, but secretly whenever he’s talking abt lyla to civilians and family he’d refer her as “Andrea” for laughs but since it’s not in lyla’s code SHE’D HAVE NO IDEA!!!

I know it’s canon that lyla is canonically a small bit sentimental and somewhat secretly crushes on miguel in the comics (correct me if I’m wrong) but I’m p sure that happens and to that I say, she wouldn’t even remotely like my sona in that way, I see these two more as siblings in this universe than I do with the originals, so these two variants are seen as siblings and often times act like so!

Universe headcanons

I think what would separate the two from each other is my sona’s world would be a lot closer to what the 90’s kids thing we’d have in modern day society much rather what 2099 would have.

Like if you were to ask a kid from 1995 or something about what they think would happen and they said “flying phones” then so be it, bam it exists now lol

That’s just an example.

So it’s like what the 60s-90s predicted, or tried to, but a lot more realistic and the economy is better by 6%. Which isn’t a lot, but by today’s standards, it might as well be.

I like to think that his universe is WAAAAAAYYYY more diverse.

A lot more necessary items would be more available.

I also think my sona would be from the capital of oregon, Salem, much rather New York just because oregon has a special place in my heart.

This man’s civilian life is boring.

Before he was spider-man, I’d imagine him as an art guy. When he had time for it and used it as a job.

He’d probably be an artist with a psychologist degree. Which, yes, far from each other, but he uses it to the best of his ability to combine the two things.

Transportation would be funky, as flying cars would technically exist, but man would it make traveling easier.

Money would work the same way since I don’t really know how to make systems that would work out for the futuristic shit 2099 would offer, at first glance it seems a lot of it costs a lot, so I’d imagine it being a struggle.

And in any case, this also means my sona’s lyla isn’t his! This man stole got it from his brother.

My sona had two brothers as a reference to my own brothers, but for purposes of staying true to Miguel’s character (which I have not been doing well at doing) he’ll have to stick to having 1 that’s consistently mentioned. Which brother? I have decided to keep that vague.

End.

In conclusion: I just needed to rant abt this character and have been anxious to post abt him since this means a number of things and because I saw a bunch of other people come up with this idea many times before, but I really wanted to make this a thing since it’s been in my head nonstop.

Admittedly I thought abt this idea before I saw everyone else’s ideas, but after seeing them all I was super scared to post my version, but after some consideration i figured I’d just take down the post no problem if it comes down to it.

I don’t really like miguel as a person (this is not miguel hate/slander in any way), but man, he’s a great character. Like, sure. He’s an asshole with too much of an ego to save himself, which I’ve noticed is a running joke in the fandom.

But after seeing the script, I’ve noticed that this man is just misunderstood. Miguel is nothing more than an antagonistic hero who has nothing better to do than do what he views as right.

What he did is unforgivable, but it makes sense.

I will forever stay by Miles’ side of the whole plot, but it made sense why miguel would go to this extent. (Not saying he’s in the right. Miguel really isn’t and his cut and dry reasoning to why he does shit ARE NOT valid reasons as it’s completely unreliable, but if I were in his shoes and trying super hard not to fuck shit up, I’d PANIC.)

His biggest flaw is getting too caught up into the past and using his trauma as a reason for everything he considers logical, just to get by and help others the way he needs that help. The way he thinks is help for everyone, or the way he thinks is best TOO help.

Using trauma bonding (which is implied) to then “help” others to “not make the same mistake”, being so fixated on it to the point you can tell he hasn’t had human contact in any normal way for a while.

This also may explain the touch starve and touch adverse headcanons going around the miguel tag.

In a way, I admired miguel in that sense. He was like me, just if he was a bit grumpier.

He acted how I used to, and his shame was just as matched as it was with trauma.

And I felt that.

So, I decided to make a sona based off him. I promise I’ll make a more original one, but for now have this miguel rip-off.

While I hate miguel, I also respect his character as a whole.

(And because of the arguments of opinion and mischaracterization, no. This isn’t canon, this is my interpretation. And no, I will not demonize him just because I hate him. I honestly think he deserves just as much good as miles does, but miles needs a lot more attention as of recent events.)

[rcreveal]

(I just can't wait for) Season 3 Good Omens

I can't wait for Season 3 of Good Omens! After Season 2, I really needed to find out how Aziraphale and Crowley might survive the Second Coming, the world could be saved, and they could, eventually, get their reunion.

So, I borrowed the characters, and the world, and added some more characters to ask the first characters some pointed questions, to find out. This story is at about the same level of cursing, violence (well, maybe a little more Gaiman-esque), humor (definitely much more Terry Pratchett-esque) and romance as that of the second season.

So, if you need something to tide you over until Season 3 comes out (please Amazon!)...

Words had been said.

Offers made and rejected.

Inseparable friends, had separated.

And Heaven was under new leadership so the End of the World was on again…

Chapter 1: In which Crowley is on a bender.

Chapter Text

Crowley, traitor to Heaven and Hell, former serpent of the Garden of Eden, was drunk.

Not entertainingly, funnily drunk. Nor maudlin, crying drunk.  Not even loudly, angrily drunk, having already done all of those this evening.

No, he was diligently working towards under-the-table drunk, but, unfortunately, hadn't yet found a limit to the amount of alcohol he could drink and stay conscious.  It was an embuggerance, that.

After a long evening, that began after a protracted afternoon, following an extensive morning of continuous drinking, Crowley sat in a bar with a barkeep who found himself open after all the other bars had closed.  Crowley was his only patron. 

The place was dark and plain with the minimum of decoration.  This wasn’t a bar with karaoke, or songs of any kind.  There weren’t even any dart boards up.  There were no light fruity wines or interesting craft brews, nor colorfully named cocktails.  The patrons of this bar had one goal in mind and wanted to get to it as quickly as possible.

“Mor’ ov tha sa',” Crowley sat, face and shoulders bowed, holding his empty glass up loosely to the barkeep then setting it carefully on the bar.

“There ain’t no more,” replied the barkeep, whisking away the empty glass.

Raising a face expressing confused disbelief, the demon asks, “No whisk, whiskey?”

“No, you drank it all,” the barkeep said, tucking the glass under the counter.

“Scotch?” Crowley suggested.

“You drank that, too.” The barkeep moved to wipe down the bar.

Peering owlishly over the bar at row upon row of empty bottles lined up around the recycle bin, Crowley asks, “Wha’ ‘bout vodka?”

“And that,” the barkeep raised his eyebrows on glancing at the pile of bottles.

Plumbing the horror of it, Crowley asked, “Sherry?”

“Even that,” though he usually didn't carry the stuff.  There'd been a dusty old bottle that materialized under his hand in the back of a cabinet when the man had asked for it earlier.

“No alcohol?” Crowley stared at the man uncomprehendingly.

“Some bugger even nicked the hand sanitizer out the loo.  But you’d be blind if you’d drunk that.”  Though, frankly, the barkeep didn’t know how the man could still be breathing, much less talking.  He’d never seen anyone drink like that.  Wait.  Why had he kept the bar open after closing, and why did he keep serving this man?

“There’s nothin’ left.  You’ll have to go home, mate.  I’ll call you a car,” and he wiped his hands on a clean cloth and walked around the bar to help Crowley out.

“Don’ needa car .  Gotta car .” Crowley staggered to his feet and stumbled towards the door.  The barkeep started to protest, going so far as to put a restraining hand on the demon’s shoulder then miraculously forgot that he didn’t let drunk patrons drive anywhere.  As Crowley made his unsteady way to the Bentley, the barkeep locked the door and turned off the lights while shaking his head.  No one was going to believe why he would be closed tomorrow.

The Bentley’s door opened at Crowley’s touch and he collapsed into the driver’s seat.  Taking a pull of the last of the hand sanitizer, he mumbled, “Wanna go home,” and, finally, passed out.

Which put the Bentley in something of an existential bind.

The Bentley had, for years, been the best maintained car ever made, because that’s what Crowley expected.  But, it had slowly come to anticipate and respond to its owner’s wants, as well.  Living in it for the past several years had nearly completed the car’s new found sentience. So, when Aziraphale found the car producing travel sweets, he wasn’t surprised, because he thought that’s how any respectable car behaved with a new guest.   Aziraphale had inadvertently moved matters along even further by telling the car to park itself, on those occasions when his own parallel parking skills were too rusty.

In short, the Bentley was now alive.  And fiercely protective of and loyal to its owner.  

Who had just given it a direct command, but hadn’t put his hands and feet on the controls to start directing the car.  The Bentley started up, buckled Crowley in (even though Bentleys of it’s era were never manufactured with seat belts), and proceeded to try and drive home.  Wherever that was.

[violetjedisylveon]

My New Life Interrupted By A Ghost

Summary: A flash through some important moments in Omega's new, happy life with her greatly extended family.

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: ⚠birth stuff, implied death, cursing⚠

A/N: Yo, I decided that Omega gets two wives, cause after writing this I discovered that Miara Larte and Omega are pretty close in age and so yeah, Miara also has another partner, but also with Omega, it's more on/off for Miara and Omega. Both their partners were actually scheming to get them together when they saw how oblivious they were. Caoimhe and Miara's partner are in a qpr. Caoimhe and Miara also date. Miara's partner is in a qpr with Omega too.

Caoimhe is a bambi lesbian btw. Imma needa draw a relationship map for this. This story is 100000% more fun to work with now cause it's a fun dynamic.

The Fett-Peli-Larte kids have three amazing badass moms and one badass O'pa, + a billion aunts and uncles. Miara's partner does not have a last name.

Twenty Eight Years AU Masterpost

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Omega breathed in the cool, ocean air. The gentle breeze tugged the wisps of her hair.

Pabu was the definition of security, safety, peace.

Truthfully, Omega wasn't sure if she had ever truly known peace in her twenty-two years of life.

She was going to start now, here in the place her brothers had decided to settle on nine years ago. It felt like a lifetime ago when she had first seen this serene oasis against the darkness of the galaxy.

She had spent those nine years in varying states of wellness and stability, the first four she had been utterly lost and just moving around to survive and trying to spite the Empire. The later five had been spent on the long, winding road to recovery from the endless pain and suffering and fighting and tragedy and trauma that permeated the galaxy.

But all of that was gone now, the road to recovery had led her here, back to this peaceful place. She was done with all of that, she wasn't going to fight anymore, she had already spent far too much of her life fighting.

Hee siblings had understood that sentiment, but it had taken her forever to convince Echo to finally get off the battlefield, Emerie was more than ready for peace. He may have acted grumpy about it, but she knew Echo was secretly relieved for it to be over, and that he would follow her anywhere, just to make sure he didn't lose her too.

And they weren't here on Pabu alone.

Omega was going to start a life and a family here.

Her three utterly amazing partners had been all for the idea when she first absently brought it up. Pabu was out of the way, remote, little known, and fairly close, both in position and in trade, to Caoimhe's homeworld of Cxylor; she had immediately begun to plan setting up a branch of her family's business on Pabu.

Miara thought the planet was beautiful and a perfect place to settle down, and Irtærse had also approved of the planet, it was part of the galaxy regularly traversed by purgil, the locals were used to seeing weird stuff, her magicks wouldn't be noteworthy.

It was really the perfect place for all of them.

Now they were here, standing at the door of their new home, it would open their lives to something truly wondrous.

XXX

Omega screamed as she gave a final push, her ears were ringing as the pressure on her pelvis vanished.

Among the slue of noises all around her, one thing broke through her mental fog.

A pair of sharp, highly pitched cries.

They were somehow the most beautiful things she had ever heard.

Though she was absolutely exhausted, she craned her neck to get her first good look at the pair of children she had brought into this galaxy.

Her eyes easily found the signature red of Merrin's clothes, and it was easy to find her children (children, she had children, she was a mother) from there.

Her Nightsister was cleansing the twins of afterbirth in a special type of bath she had made, due to the unique circumstances of their conception, they were a little different from normal babies.

Heh, just like me.

She suddenly realized that Caoimhe's hands were still on hers, her riduur hadn't let go of her once, just like she promised. She glanced over to see her riduur smiling proudly down at her with that lovely fanged smile.

"You did it, firebird, you did it." Caoimhe whispered to her softly.

Omega only had the strength to hum in response. Caoimhe chuckled to herself and offered her more of the sweetened potion Merrin had whipped up for her. She eagerly accepted the almost magical tasting liquid.

She heard Merrin's sharp grunt of approval at Caoimhe's actions. So far they were doing everything right despite the difficult circumstances.

Such as nearly dying.

Omega squeezed Caoimhe's hand tighter at the vivid recent memory. She didn't actually remember most of it, something had gone wrong after her water broke, she was pretty sure she'd blacked out, and then she had been woken by Merrin.

Whatever had happened, she was fairly certain one of them had gotten stuck and nearly killed their twin and her, but it was okay now. She was fine, Caoimhe was fine, Miara and Irtærse were fine, their children were fine.

Merrin turned back to them with two swaddles of fabric in her arms. The witch gave her a soft smile that she rarely used, and gently set both children down in her arms.

"They are healthy, if a little small, but that is typical for twins." She said.

Omega nodded to her, grateful beyond words for the assistance her sister had given them.

"Oh Meg, they're beautiful." Caoimhe whispered, kissing her lightly on the cheek.

She was right, the twins were the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. 

They had Caoimhe's purple splotches on her tan skin, and already had tiny curls of blond and purple hair on their heads. The twins looked up at them with slightly crossed eyes, but their near whiteless eyes were a heart wrenchingly familiar shade of brown. Omega's breath hitched looking at them, and she had to look away.

No! I'm not going to let that spoil this for me! She steeled herself and looked back down.

On a second glance, they were not identical to her own, they were a fair bit lighter, more red in them, with some different specklings in them, but they were close enough that it made her think of her vod.

Her vod who would have been clamoring at the door to see the two new ade, and her vod her were patiently waiting to see.

It made her heart clench that four of her vod would never get to see these little ones, at least not ever in person. Caoimhe's gentle kiss on her temple brought her out of those troubling thoughts.

"They are so proud and happy for you." Caoimhe told her.

Omega smiled up at her riduur, who always knew what was on her mind, and what to say. She knew what Caoimhe said was the truth. If she closed her eyes, she could almost hear her vod cheering for her.

She looked back to her curious twins, already trying to explore and get out of their blankets.

"Merrin, can Miara and Irtærse come in now?" Omega asked.

"I suppose that would be fine, everyone else will have to wait." Merrin told her.

The witch left them and soon enough the door was tossed open and Omega was hit with an onslaught of worried words and questions from her wife and partner.

Merrin hadn't allowed them to come in since the room was small and the witch needed as much space as she could get. Caoimhe had been allowed in cause she was more useful than the space she took up.

They had been more than a little upset about that, with Miara arguing that they were her kids too but hadn't pushed the witch much on the subject.

Caoimhe moved to her other side to make room for their partners. Irtærse took her hands in their own, far warmer ones and gave her a sharp, worried look.

"You had us very worried ." They squeezed her hands gently.

Omega gave them a grin and watched their sharp stare soften. Irtærse was a person of few words, their actions spoke for them well enough, it just made their words more meaningful.

"I'm serious Meg, I swear I had a heart attack when I saw you." Miara told her sternly.

Omega glanced away from the three sets of worried eyes on her. Part of the trouble was her own fault, she still hadn't completely grown past her old self sacrificing habits, even though she'd been pregnant.

"But you're okay, that's what matters." Miara kissed her cheek.

Omega blinked tears out of her eyes. Stupid hormones. She thought as she wiped her eyes.

"You look tired, Peach." Irtærse observed.

Go to sleep. Was what they really meant.

Omega glanced down at the two babies resting on her bare skin. One of them was smaller than the other, which she knew was normal for twins, but it still made her anxious.

"You can worry about them later, spitfire, we'll watch over while you get some rest." Caoimhe said softly.

Omega had to force herself not to try and take care of everything right now, they never would have let her anyway. She was pretty tired anyway, it would be so easy to just close her eyes and let her mind drift.

They named their children the next day, the smaller twin they all decided to name Zosime, survivor, and the other was Roya, hunter.

XXX

Surprisingly, Irtærse had managed to fend their families off for a week of very appreciated recovery time.

Omega wasn't in constant pain from her little slip up anymore, she was absolutely still sore, but that was far more manageable than sore and in pain. She was feeling up to a visit now, and her family would have broken in if she waited much longer.

So she sat on her bed with Zosime and Roya in her arms and watched as her family filed in. I'm glad we have such a big house. She thought as the room quickly filled up. She smiled at all those who were present, ignoring the pang in her heart at those who weren't.

Boba, Sintas and Ailyn, Boba's wife and daughter. Emerie and her wife, Daesha. And Echo, who she knew was the most anxious about it all.

Hera, Chopper, Hera's grumpy boyfriend, Lyana. Merrin and Cal of course were there, and there were about a dozen of Caoimhe's family members, parents, cousins, aunts, uncles, a bunch of them. Kaeden, Miara's awesome sister, was here with Ahsoka, and Ahsoka was a very busy woman.

In the back of the room, near the door in case he needed to make a quick exit, she could see Rex lurking. Normally, she would have felt… apprehensive at seeing him, things were still rough between them, she still hadn't totally forgiven him, and he still considered Saw Gerrera an ally and a friend despite the massive amount of death that followed him, but today, she was okay with putting that aside.

All their friends and family, well not all, Caoimhe had a huge family, had taken the time to come see her and the two new lives she had brought into this world.

Boba looked the least happy to be there, after Hera's boyfriend, but she had grown to expect that sort of grumpiness from her older brother. Ailyn, Boba's six year old daughter, was very excited to meet her new cousins, the girl was vibrating next to her parents.

"Damn, you and Caoimhe weren't lying when you said you have big families." Miara commented.

Omega smiled at her wife.

Each member of their very large family took their turn seeing the twins. Nobody else held them, that would over stimulate their sensitive systems.

"Ba'vodu Kiwi, they're purple like you!" Ailyn said excited once she saw them.

"They sure are." Caoimhe chuckled.

Caoimhe's great grandmother, Ailbhe, performed the customary Spælf traditions for both new births and a twin birth. Omega had initially been worried about her Nightsister ways clashing with Caoimhe's culture, but they fit together rather well, so well that Ailbhe and Merrin frequently meet up to discuss their respective magics and swap knowledge.

Speaking of the Dathomirian Zabrak, Merrin approached her once Caoimhe's family had finished their greetings.

Merrin hadn't only been there to help with the birth because she was realistically the only person who knew what these types of births entailed, her and Irtærse's status as Children of Dathomir made Merrin's involvement essential as their clan's Mother. The clan mother and elders aided in the very difficult birthing process of Zabraks, and then there was their spiritual aspect of their involvement. The clan mother gave newborns a special blessing that strengthened them for the difficulties of life.

Green mist floated around Merrin's fingers.

"May I?" She asked, extending her hand towards the newborns.

Omega held her children out to her clan mother. Merrin painted markings on their faces with the mystic mist, both infants giggled as the mist tickled their sensitive skin.

"Now you are Children of Dathomir." Merrin's voice echoed as she finished the ceremony.

"Live well little ones." She added, patted their heads gently.

Lastly, Echo, Emerie and Boba dragged Rex up to her, forcing their brother to face her.

"Rex." Omega said curtly.

Rex just stared at the twins. She could see the words he wanted to say, was thinking about saying, and held out her hand to stop him. He opened his mouth to protest, and Emerie cut in.

"Don't, just don't." She told him with a stern glare.

Rex blinked then nodded and turned his attention to the twins.

"They look like you." He said awkwardly.

"Course they do di'kut." Boba scoffed.

Rex scowled at him. Echo cleared his throat.

"You're gonna have quite the time dealing with them." He said.

"Think they'll be as bad as I was?" She prompted, looking to her older siblings.

"They'll be worse." All four said simultaneously.

The room erupted into laughter.

XXX

Omega's day had gone great so far, no signs of anything going wrong or any big surprises. After the craziness of the last few days, she was looking forward to no surprises.

They were finally heading home after helping out Boba with his thing on Tatooine, it had been a little awkward with Fennec but nothing she couldn't handle. She had given her brother well wishes and he had given them gifts for the kids, and, after a quick visit to Emerie and her wife and their kids(with an invitation to visit soon), she was headed back to Pabu, to her ade, to her ori'vod, to her aliit(clan/family).

As always, Koré was so excited they were back. She practically threw herself into their arms.

Omega, as always, caught her youngest daughter and spun her in the air.

Everything was normal and perfect and nothing was wrong.

Until she turned to greet her ade and saw the man standing in her yard.

A man with Rayshe'a's eyes, Echo's eyes, her eyes.

A man who was far too young, only a handful of years older than when she had last seen him.

A man whose face haunted her mind for years.

A man who should be dead.

At first, Omega didn't want to believe he was there, not even when her ade said they saw him. Her ade graciously left them alone.

Omega turned to her partners, Caoimhe and Miara and Irtærse knew, they knew all about her past, helped her work through it, they would tell her if this ghost was real. The conformation didn't make it better and she turned away from the ghost.

Looking into her riduurs sympathetic eyes did nothing to quell the surge of conflicting emotions tumbling inside her.

She should have been happy, right? Her brother was back from the dead, that's a good thing… so why was she so angry?

It was the sacrifices.

Everything her brothers had given up to ensure his sacrifice was not in vain, everything they did to get her safe, everything they died for, they had done it because he had died.

She had made her peace with their deaths years ago. She forged a truce with her demons, rebuilt herself back up from nothing. She had made a new life and a family she loved fiercely.

She had honored her brothers and continued living a life she loved and that they would be so happy she had.

She had never forgotten them, but she had moved on, stopped letting it drag her down to those dark places.

And now, twenty eight years later, twenty years since she had begun to deal with her demons, he was back from the dead to drag her right back to square one like nothing happened.

Hunter, Wrecker, Crosshair… they had all died… and here he was… alive.

It didn't seem fair.

"Omega?"

It wasn't fair.

She glared at the ghost.

"You're supposed to be dead." She hissed.

"Why aren't you?" She asked.

The ghost took a shocked step back, somehow confused at her anger. She was angry, he was supposed to be dead, she was fine with him being dead… her brothers were together that way… but here he was, no more than five years older and alive.

He was out of place.

He was so wildly out of place, she could have convinced herself that he was just a hallucination or a flashback, but he stood out there too.

He was like a misplaced artifact, disrupting the scenery.

He was a ghost, just a ghost.

"Omega, where are the others?" The ghost asked softly.

There, that was when Omega snapped.

"They're dead, like you are supposed to be."

She only felt more anger when the ghost's face slowly shifted from shock to his classic thinking face. Somewhere, deep inside, she had missed seeing that face, and that feeling made her angrier.

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Four months and I still don't give you any answers! Maybe you'll get one before the end of the year.

This definitely took a while to get out of my brain, mostly cause it's a back burner that I work on whenever I don't feel like working on my main stuff, or if I get a sudden burst of inspiration for it and jot down a little snippet and then I have a bunch of snippets to connect, so these back burners take a bit longer to update than my main stories, sorry if you really enjoy them😅.

I am very tempted to make an angsty traumatized Omega focused prequel story where it's just Omega, Echo and Emerie, struggling for a long time on their own cause they're a danger to others and don't want to ruin anyone else's lives and it's just really dark and angsty and Omega's got some self hate and I can just traumatize the girl. I love to traumatize her so much, she's my favorite.

So that might happen before the next chapter of this comes out.

Now some funny lil notes I had on this chapter:

Fire bird is one of Caoimhe's nicknames for Omega, a reference for her tendency to crash and burn in situations, used to be a sarcastic comment but is now a term of endearment.

Caoimhe's nicknames for Omega tend to be fire based since Omega was rather hotheaded and firey when they met.

Irtærse calls Omega Peach cause she soft and sweet but has a tough core

Aylin Fett is Boba's daughter, Boba did not leave his fam yet, and his fam didn't cut themselves off from other fetts so Sintas and Ailyn lived with Omega for a bit when he does leave.

Spælves, like normal fantasy elves tend to live fairly long lives.

May the Force be with Ailbhe, poor old lady's gonna have to do this ceremony a bunch more times.

Canon Miara: fighter pilot captain and kicking imp ass, attending the celebration on yavin after death stare

Twenty Eight Years Miara: doing all that stuff but she's got two wives, a partner and kids now.

This was long.

Sorry about that!

I hope you all have a good day, whatever that is for you!

VJS Out!

[sharksa-shivers]

o wowie, a rare Roomies post at 2 in the morning lol

(thinking of Roomies shit and stuff)

Axel:(watching a show)……..What kind of gigantic idiot would get their ex's name tattooed on themselves?

Skylar:(In the background, drinking some, hears that and proceeds to take off his shirt, showing his 'Alyssa' tattoo, calling to Axel)ME, I WOULD, I'M THE GIGAMORON THAT DID AND I'LL NEVER REGRET IT EITHER!!!!!! ------------------------------------------- (Context is Skylar is talking about how he's not sure he can be a musician with how little streaming he's getting.)

Axel:(trying to be supportive)Well…….I…I know making music is what you're good at and wanna do butttttt have you ever considered maybe any other fields in entertainment maybe?

Skylar:(sidegazes, confused)…….No, i…Like what?

Axel:(suggesting after a moment)…I think you're pretty funny, maybe a comedian or something?

Skylar:(takes that in, thinking before responding)……..I feel like i'd probably be shit at that cuz my life is so shitty that I'm a joke. (Sips beer, stops)…….Or would you be a better comedian if YOU were the joke? I…Shit, i dunno actually…

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(FINALLY…Some Skaxel content lmao.)

(We see Skylar and Axel getting a stage set for one of Skylar's shows and they're setting shit up…While doing this though, they end up getting into an argument lol.)

Skylar:(pissy, irritated)No, I'M stronger then you are.

Axel:(amused by Skylar's delusions, smirking)Yeahhhhh, no. I'm stronger. Like…It's not even a contest, it's just a fact that i'm stronger then you are.

Skylar:(tail swishing in anger)No you aren't!!!!(looks around, noticing the smaller amps nearby, grins, trying to prove himself right)Yknow what? PROVE IT. Can you pick up that amp on your own? There's another one over there, i'll pick up that one and PROVE I'M RIGHT!!!!!

Axel:(amused further by Skylar walking the fuck into this shit, agrees)Yknow what? Sure, i'd love to watch you humiliate yourself.

Skylar:(moving over to the amp, glaring)Bitch, i swear to fuck-

Axel:(smirking, knowing how this is gonna go)Cmon then! Let's do it! Cmon!

Skylar:(pissed)Fine!!! I will!!! Now!!!

(Skylar and Axel both pick up the amps, Skylar immediately struggling heavily with the task while Axel picks it up pretty easily and just stands there with a shiteating smirk as Skylar glares, trying to hold it…Skylar finally can't do it anymore within a frame of about 20 seconds and has to put it down, Axel still just smirking smuggly and then carefully and easily putting it down himself.)

Skylar:(more pissed now, glaring as he's trying to breath, that shit taking alot out of him)……Shut up!!!! How the hell did you do that??? How the hell are you stronger then me???

Axel:(amused, showing and patting his bicep)I mean, going to the gym pretty frequently does help me keep and maintain these. Being pretty active like all my life's helped alot with that too.

Skylar:(gay tired frustrated staring at Axel's arm, panting still)………Your muscles would be hotter if i wasn't so fuckin pissed right now, goddamnit…(flops down on the ground, exhausted from that)I need to rest a minute, jesus, that zapped my energy dry…

Axel:(snickering, amused)Good to know you still think i'm hot though when you're pissed off…I'll keep that in mind…(moving back to what he was doing)Hey, can't rest all day though, needa keep working if you wanna perform later…

Skylar:(shrugs it off, annoyed still)Yeah yeah yeah, i'm aware…Ughhhhh… ------------------------------------------- (We see Skylar and Axel both cuddling with each other. Axel is looking at shit on his phone while Skylar has his head on Axel's chest, watching Axel scroll through twitter when Skylar says something)

Skylar:(amused)Man…Like you're comfy to lay on and all that shit but uhhhh…

Axel:(confused)What…?

Skylar:(rolling over on his back, his tail flicking as he talks, smartass grin)Made it sound like you had more muscle here but nah, it's all fuckin floof. Just fuckin floof!

Axel:(awkward, trys to fight back)No it's not, i'm not that floofy…

Skylar:(he sits up then rolls over, staring Axel in the eyes as Axel is forced to stare at him, grins)Hey…I never said floof was a bad thing…If it was, i probably woulda(runs fingers through his mohawk)Shaved this shit off a long ass time ago…But nah, i like that fluffy shit my guy…(he flops down, his face in Axel's chest, voice muffled by Axel as he wraps his arms around his bf)Fuckin cozy as fuck…

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Axel:(a bit upset as Skylar drives, looking over at him)……So like…Are you dating Alyssa then because she's giving you what i can't or??? Like…(tearing up some)Am i that fucking useless to you or?

Skylar:(getting upset too, his hands shaking on the steering wheel out of anxiety and emotions)Axel, no, i…Fuck, no. I'm dating both of you because I LOVE BOTH OF YOU.

Axel:(upset)Do you? Do you because like-(stumbling to form his thoughts right, interenalized aphobia speaking)I-I-I know how you are!!! Me and you are complete opposites!!! And i fucking know you still want that from me, you do, i KNOW you want to fuck me!!! And i seriously just like…Wonder like…Would you even still be dating me if Alyssa wasn't there to do what i can't??? Like??? (mental breakdown occuring)I fucking feel so goddamn broken when i see you 2 so happy and i'm stuck here doing bare minimum shit with you because of my goddamn asexuality, because i can't fucking make you happy like that!!! I can't fucking deal with that shit like she can!!!!

Skylar:(upset, trying to defend himself and help Axel)Fucking, i would be still dating you because i fucking love you!!!!! I do!!!! I fucking do!!!!! (Axel's gaze locked on him as he tries to explain)It's different in more ways with me and Alyssa then just fucking that okay? I am not fucking just dating Alyssa because of that shit…Both of you have been so different to be with and it's one of the fucking things i love. Every day is just different shit…And i'll fucking tell you this, i didn't even fucking think Alyssa was even gonna come back, i fucking thought i'd never fucking see her again. Relatable Axel, i fucking know that feel... -------------------------------------------

Today i give you a small thing. Tomorrow? Who knows... Anyway, just cuz i don't post alot bout em doesn't mean they cease to exist, i'm sure i'll do more stuff with em over time but rn, my focus is on Kidnapped sinceeeeeeeeee i have that alot more planned out... BUT THESE GAYS WILL BE HERE STILL...WAITING FOR THEIR MOMENTS...

I honestly don't have as much stuff bout these guys so that's part of why i don't post alot bout em...That's whyyyyyyyy they are side series lol... But i love these derpos, had em since high school lol :p

ALSO...AS A NOTE: Skylar-Very allo and vulger wowie surprise surprise... Axel-Very asexual They make it work tho cuz love finds a way and Skylar cares more bout Axel's comfort then anything else so yeah... Also also: Roomies is more chill vs Kidnapped too, uhhhh, no demons trying to mass murder here lol, just idiots bein lil shits and whatnot in Roomies...It's less serious but it defs has it's serious moments too...

[xoxokiaraaxoxo]

Butterflies

Summary: You and Fezco never really hung out or got to know each other. But when you two end up sharing a blunt alone, things get a little heated.

Pairing: Fezco x You

Warnings: Smoking, Mentioning of drugs, Language

Word Count: 1k words

You and Rue have been friends for years, when you found out she ended up in rehab you honestly were terrified. You always told her that she needed to stop, you never did anything stronger than smoke weed.

Rue just texted you that she was on her way to your house to hang out. Knowing Rue that meant she wanted to go get some stuff from Fez. That's all the two of you did together anymore since she got outta rehab and she became friends with Jules.

You hear a knock coming from the window, you look over to see Rue standing there.

"Hey bitch" you say letting her in.

"Wassup, you ready?" she asks.

"Yea, where we goin'?" you ask her already having an idea.

"To Fez's to chill," she says.

You two walk outside and start your walk to the gas station, it's about a twenty-minute walk from where you live.

"Where you been lately?" you ask Rue

"Around, with Jules mostly," she tells you

"What's up with you two? You dating" you ask

"Kinda, not really. All I know is, I like her a lot" she says

You smile, you've never seen her like this. You two finally make it to Fez's. Rue starts knocking on the door mad hard. Ash opens the door looking mad asf

"Why the fuck you knockin' like the cops' bro?" he asks

"Cause I can," Rue says walking in the house

"Hey Ash," you say walking in after Rue

"Come right in then," Ash says closing the door behind us

Rue and I walk into the house and into the living room. Fez is sitting on the couch on his phone. He looks up to see who walked in

"Rue I told you I'm not giving you any more drugs," he tells her

"C'mon Fez, I just need a couple," Rue says

"No Rue, you just got outta rehab and shit. You needa stop messin' with this shit" he tells her

Her phone starts ringing, she answers it and talks for a minute. She hangs up the phone

"I gotta go," she says getting up and leaving without a word. Once the door slams shut. Fezco looks at me and asks

"What'd you need?"

"Just give me my regular," you say now wanting to get outta his house.

Fez gets you your weed and you give him his money. You start walking towards the door when thunder and rain start making you jump. You had a thing about thunder, it scared the shit outta you. You turn around and look at Fez

"You mind if I stay here until the rain stops, I walked here with Rue and I'm kinda scared of thunder-" you say rambling a bit

"Yo chill, it's all good you can stay," he says getting up pulling you towards the couch to sit

"You good?" he asks sitting next to you

You nod your head relaxing a bit, but you realize Fez was being nice to you. Every time you talked to him you thought he didn't really like you. But you never really got to know him, you barely talked to him unless you were buying weed from him. You look up to see him looking at you with a worried look on his face.

"I'm all good, can we light this up," you say grabbing the pre-rolled blunt from behind his ear

"Yea sure," he says with a smile grabbing it from your hand

You watch him put it in his mouth and grab the lighter and light the blunt. While you’re watching him you realize how good-looking he was.

His beard, his buzz cut, his beautiful blue-green eye, the way he blew the smoke from his lips. You noticed his lips moving but you were just staring at him.

"Aye ma," he says waving his hand in your face

You snap out of the trans you were in and blink a couple of times.

"Huh," you say trying to figure out what he said

"I asked if you wanted some, you told me to light it," he tells you

"Yea, my bad," you say taking a couple pulls from the blunt.

You notice him watching you as you do it. Once he notices you he looks away

"What?" you ask him

"Nothin," he says taking the blunt back from you

Fez puts the blunt in his mouth, hits the blunt. And blows the smoke out all while looking you straight in your eyes. You being you stare right back at him, testing him.

You go grab the blunt from his hand, but he grabs your hand pulling you straddle his lap. You look at him surprised that this is the same guy who barely says a word. You've never once seen him with a girl.

Fez looks at you while taking another hit from the blunt, he puts his hand on your face slowly grabbing your cheek. He pulls your face towards him and moves his head towards you tilting to the left. He put his lips to yours not touching but you open your mouth the slightest to let him push the smoke into your mouth.

You both pull away slowly and blow the smoke from your lips. You look at him with a smile on your face then look down feeling shy all of a sudden. He grabs your chin and makes you look up at him. He's smiling back at your shyness, the look he gives is making you feel some typa way.

You reach out and grab his face and kiss him, he instantly kisses you back giving you butterflies. When you finally pull away to catch your breath he looks at you

"Woah ma," he says with a grin

You don't say anything just look at him as you notice the rain has stopped. You grab your stuff

"I gotta go," you say getting up

Before you make it to the door he pulls you towards him for another kiss.

"See you ma," he says opening the door for you

"See ya" you saying starting your walk home.

The smile on your face doesn't go unnoticed by Fez as he watches you walk home. Little did you know that as soon as he shut the door he had a smile just as big.

[134340am]

hello yuna!! ur working on bnha stuff again? how exciting!! hmm, if i had to guess, is ur new drabble about shouto? 🙇🏻‍♀️

u r absolutely right todoroki shouto x gn!reader, 0.5k words warnings: no mention of gender-specific body parts, public sex, mutual loss of virginity, tender touches, nsfw — minors do not interact.

you guessed, long before you even dated him, that shouto would consider his first time with his partner sacred and precious. he’d want a plush bed with silk pillows and rose petals, plenty of prep with more than half of his time spent between their legs, lots of sweet kisses and gentle affirmations…

too bad you don’t have the patience for that, not when your lover is looking like the dictionary definition of dashing in his loose button-up and wind-swept hair. and while the thought of having a bed to crash in after you were done with your anniversary dinner was nice, your sole focus right now is finding somewhere secluded—a dressing room, a toilet cubicle, or even the janitor’s closet—anywhere private enough for you to stick your hand down his pants freely.

shouto’s not happy, of course. he had this elaborate plan in his head of fucking you soft and slow into thousand-thread count sheets while the moon hangs high in the sky. but who is he to say no when you’re clinging to his bicep, all arched up against him with your puppy dog eyes just begging for him to be inside you? 

so here you are, pressed up against the cold concrete wall of the restaurant’s fancy washroom, moaning into shouto’s collarbone while he eases inside of you.

“you alright, love?” he asks, one hand pulling your thigh up over his hip while the other rubs soothingly at the small of your back. 

“it hurts,” you moan. “you—you’re fucking big. give me some time.”

he blinks. “sorry—“ he blurts out, choking when you squeeze around his cock.

despite everything—the astringent smell of lemon-scented cleaning product, the discomfort of not being able to move inside you, and the muted buzz of the dinner crowd outside, shouto drops your leg gently to embrace you sweetly. with one hand cradling the back of your head and the other rubbing circles into your overheated back, the tender gesture almost has you forgetting he has his cock in you. almost. 

“take as long as you need,” he whispers into your hair, then grunts when you spasm around him in response. “i’ll pull out if you want.” 

“i-it’s fine, just needa get used to the size.”

“breathe for me, sweetheart.”

you manage a shuddery inhale. your hands slip down shouto’s biceps to grip his forearms. as you try to even out your breathing, you start to feel the steady hum of pleasure stirring in your stomach, which makes you sigh contentedly against shouto’s clammy neck. 

“feel good?” your lover asks.

“yeah,” you whisper back. you clench around him again, intentionally this time, and giggle when his hips stutter into yours clumsily. “‘m fine. you can move now, shouto.”

“alright, love.” eyes still glimmering with concern, shouto hikes you further up against the wall before dropping a tender kiss on your cheek. when he pulls back, however, his eyes were clouded over with lust and want. “please stop me if i’m hurting you. but otherwise, stay quiet and let me do my job.”

a/n: screaming bc the last time i wrote for shouto was 14 march... as a self-proclaimed shouto lover i m embarrassed pls don't look at me (masterlist)

[becca-e-barnes]

OMG I can't stop thinking about having Bucky tied to the bed and edging him for hours, then he accidentally lets out a "mommy."

Oh that’s such a beautiful thought 🤤

Because just imagine his sweet doe eyes as you’re tying his wrists to the bed frame, watching you with plump, wet lips and all this adoration in his eyes.

He’s maybe never been dommed before. He’s always been so eager to give pleasure to his partners that receiving any in return is almost an afterthought but this is different entirely. This is all about him and what he needs and his mind is racing.

“B-baby…. You sure you want this? I-I could eat you out instead. We haven’t done that this week yet, know you love it.” Handing over the control entirely gets to him just a little. Not being able to satisfy you almost leaves him on edge but he’s soothed when your hands run down his bare chest, settling on his aching cock.

“You don’t get it, do you honey? I can do whatever I want to you right now. If I want to sit on your face and have you lick me, all I gotta do is shuffle up there. You’re my little fuck toy for the night, you got that? And right now, I want to stroke this fat dick until you’re right on the edge of blowing your load and then I’m gonna stop. That sound okay?” Your voice is so sultry he thinks he could cum just from hearing your plan.

He swallows thickly, tugging the restraints around his wrists before nodding, melting into the slow strokes you’re giving his length.

The first couple of edges are tolerable. They’re not pleasant but they’re not unbearable. He’s got some decent self control but really, he thrives on the praise you give him, telling him he’s such a good boy for not cumming before he’s allowed.

His cheeks flush with heat after the fourth edge, his own soft whines only making him harder because fuck, he knows he sounds pathetic. His balls are so full and heavy, desperate for a release yet somehow it still feels like you’re taking care of him. You have his needs front and centre and it’s almost overwhelming for him to know you haven’t had any real stimulation while he’s had so much.

The following edges are so much worse though. You move to settle yourself over his length, spreading your soaking wet folds to let him nestle sweetly against the softest part of your core and he thinks he could cry at the wet drag of your body.

“Oooh, oh god please, that’s so fucking good. Fuck I can’t hold it, I’m so close.” He gasps and right as the words leave his mouth, your body halts it’s filthy grind.

You feel him tremble beneath you, sobbing his frustration out into the tense evening air and all you can do is stroke his hair with a smug smirk on your lips.

“You want to cum, baby boy? You’re gonna have to beg a little sweeter than that. I know you can do better. Go on baby, lemme hear it.” You whisper, knowing he’s hanging on every last word.

“Please.” He groans as your hips begin to grind again, satisfied that he’s not going to blow his load right away. “Please, please let me cum. I’ve been such a good boy. I followed the rules. Please mommy, fuck, it hurts. I needa cum.” He doesn’t even realise what he said, he’s so wrapped up in pleading as frantically as possible.

“Keep going, baby. Keep begging mommy.” You encourage and his eyes go wide because shit, did he say that or did you read his mind? Your hips speed up though so he doesn’t dwell on the embarrassment for too long.

“Fuck mommy, please. Take care of me. I gotta cum in you, mommy. I’ll s-stuff you so full, just how you like. I need your pussy, please.” He whines, choking on the mocking laugh you let out.

“Don’t be silly, Buck. Good boys can cum just like this. Good boys can make a mess over mommy’s pussy without being inside it. So if you think you’re a good boy, you’re gonna cum over mommy’s cunt and I’ll maybe think of letting you fuck me later.” He’s both so into this idea and so not into it at the same time but it doesn’t really matter because it only takes a few more glides for him to cum anyway.

His release splashes over your folds, thick and messy and never ending, coating both your bodies. “M-mommy, I’m cumming. Oh shit I’m cumming, I made a mess mommy. Fuck, I made a mess.” He’s sobbing at the uncontrollable pleasure, the tips of his flesh fingers tingling because it’s just too much yet he still can’t seem to stop. He barely registers your soft touches, your delicate fingers stroking his cheeks as he throbs and whimpers, letting you milk every last drop of his excessive release from his body.