#just fucking stay home n stay away from other ppl

[luck-of-the-drawings]

when i was in highschool one o my biggest coping mechanisms was drawing all the kids i hated getting killed and eaten and killed. and well. time is a slowly ascending spiral. you will find patterns.(i work as a blackjack dealer. gamblers are FASCINATING

[bo0zey]

Did I miss "back from the war" recreation or is that not happening

OK so i've been meaning to address this for a while because it’s actually something i've been genuinely annoyed/sad/upset about; my original plan to recreate the post was to go to riot fest & have someone take pics of me during MCR live in person (caption wouldve been something like ‘when will mcr--omg they;re Back from the Warfdskns’ lol idk). i ended up 2nd row from the barrier & i was like OMG bc i didn’t expect to get so close & i was like ‘WOW these r gonna b such GR8 PICTURES!!i;m so lucky!!this is gENIUS!’ & so my plan was literally going according to/even better than planned right?? i mean the fact that i was ~a few feet away from the stage n was ~1.5hrs away from seeing mcr LIVE??? my plan was going along SUSPICIOUSLY well..everything was falling into place TOO perfectly...it was almost to good to be true right??? IT WAS. everything went to shit & my plan fell thru during the last band before MCR when my body suddenly fell victim to the effects of being crowd crushed for >7 hours straight; i experienced syncope & was pulled over the barrier & out of the pit by security.

sooooo, you didn’t ‘miss’ anything; the post was supposed to be recreated at the concert, but the universe pulled an uno-reverse on me when it remembered i’m on the universal ‘Do Not Ever Allow to Be Truly Happy’ list lol. i meant to post an update abt my failed plan afterwards, but tbh the actual event in itself made me wanna fr kms, and i felt even guiltier/worse for being unable to fulfill my promise to u all bc i fr planned on recreating it at the concert. 'ok but u were still at the concert after u got pulled out’ ok physically yes but mentally N-Ooo. due to the hypoxia (lack of blood blow/oxygen to the brain) i’d obtained secondary to being crowd crushed PLUS the psychological trauma of being removed against my living breathing dying will from the pit (btw the psychological trauma has nothing to do with being crowd-crushed but im not gonna get into that turmoil rn lol), i was stuck in an altered mental state for the remainder of the concert. i was dissociated for mcr’s entire set until i woke up the next morning & it took ~3-4 days for my body to fully recover from the physical trauma of being crowd crushed.

i still plan on recreating the post eventually, but tbh it’s not rlly my top priority atm bc 1) i still can’t come to terms w/ the fact i lost my 1 n only chance to experience MCR live & 2) imo seeing MCR live was the perfect opportunity to recreate the post & that clearly didn’t work out for me sooo now i have no idea how else i can top that idea :( .

[holly-the-trash-writer]

Spencer Reid x Famous!Reader

Part 1. Part 2.

Synopsis: After your home is broken into by a stalker, your bf cheats, the FBI is called and a new romance begins to take over.

Told through Instagram posts

TW for mentions of stalkers

e!news

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e!news ‼️BREAKING‼️ Police called to Y/n L/n home after attempted break in by armed perpetrator.

Sources say Y/n was home with her boyfriend, singer Matt Carter, at the time of the break in but security chased him away.

This is not the first time an attempted break-in has been made on Y/n's property.

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y.n.is.life Oh. My. God. Praying she's okay rn 🙏🏽

user732 Why are ppl so disgusting. She's a human being. 🤬

y.nfan HE WAS ARMED 😭 so glad security chased him away!!!

user864 She must've been terrified 😢

jojo396 NOT THE FIRST TIME?!?!?!?! STAY SAFE Y/N

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram To my fans. Due to recent events it is with a heavy heart that I will be postponing my tour for the foreseeable future. I am so, so, sorry. The horrific events of these past few days have shaken me to my core. We have discussed this back and forth for hours and we decided that for your safety and my own this was the right course of action. Please keep your tickets and we will try and get new dates ASAP. Thank you for all your love and support. I love you all. Y/n and YourTourName Team. 💜

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Fan872 I'm going to be fucking SICK. Y/n's boyfriend Matt is in Greece with some random girl!!!!!! They've been papped kissing and at restaurants!

Her house got broken into FOUR days ago and someone tried to attack her. She CANCELLED her tour due to safety concerns and HES IN GREECE CHEATING 🤬🤬🤬🤬

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user men☕️

y.n.is.mother WTF!!!!! SCUMBAG!!!!!

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stan.y/n GUYS THATS BECCA!!!! Y/NS BEST FRIEND!!!!!!

matt.is.life No it isn't. Stfu. Stop spreading rumours

stan.y/n Uhhh yes it is.... open your eyes

sarah12 You can't even see her properly?

youralbumname13 Poor Y/n!!! 💔

user Love isn't real. Stg. 😭😭

stan.y/n they were so good together!!!!!

matt.fan I feel so bad for him. The pressure he's under. He needed a break from this

fan872 YOU FEEL BAD FOR HIM?! HIM?!

y.n.matt.4ever SHE ALMOST GOT ATTACKED AND YOU FEEL FOR HIM?!?!?!?!

user234 siding with the cheater💀Gross

selena.fan No. Just no.

rach12 And cheating was the way to go??

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e!news ‼️BREAKING‼️FBI arrive at Y/n L/n's condo in New York.

This comes after a second stalker incident.

Y/n's team has refused to comment.

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y/n123 How is she going through all this? 😭

username3 Poor Y/n! WE LOVE YOU ❤️

user1name Why's she in NY??

y/n.becca.drama Where have you been?

user926 Her home got broke into in L.A. Then her bf cheated on her with her best friend.

user1name OMFG?!?!?!

mama.sel OF COURSE THEY DIDNT COMMENT?!?!?!?!?! WTF?!

lovebecca

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lovebecca Becca has been receiving so much hate and death threats after recent photos of her and Matt Carter have surfaced online.

This is absolutely disgusting!! Cancel culture at its finest, yet again.

She hasn't done anything wrong.

Y/n stans are crazy and will do anything to make her look good and innocent in the media.

Y/n and Matt had broke up because Matt couldn't cope with the stress and his mental health deteriorated. So, Becca and Matt went to Greece together to cheer him up.

They're adults.

Grow up.

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justice.for.becca 💯💯 FACTS

y/nnnn I've never seen someone so wrong b4 😂

queen.tyler Ummm. No? She literally went on holiday with Y/n's bf while they're still together and going through a traumatic experience?

jessicat She's literally a home wrecker

ethan4 Imagine taking Y/n's terrifying experience and spinning it into an excuse for why you cheated 💀💀

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queen.y/n The Devil works hard but Matt Carter works harder.

e!news

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e!news Singer Y/n L/n has first public outing since the attempted break in of her home and break up with boyfriend, Singer Matt Carter.

Y/n, 24, was pictured in New York earlier today with her FBI protection.

The recent Grammy winner cancelled her tour stating security issues and mental health issues to be the cause two weeks ago.

Just days later, then boyfriend Matt Carter was spotted in Greece with Y/n's best friend Becca McKay. The two pictured in intimate moments together have led to online speculations that the two are now dating even though Matt was in a relationship at the time.

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user74 That agent though 🥵

ginaxx I know!!! He can protect me!

y.n.stan Look how thin she is 😭😭😭

hater927 "Mental health" mmmkay snowflake

bi.queen You get stalked, have someone threaten your life and have your bf cheat on you with your best friend and THEN we'll talk about your mental health. 🤡

grow.up.y/n She looks gross 🤮

y/nnnn The irony of your name.

love.you.y/n So happy you're going back outside!!! Stay strong ❤️

everything.y/n

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everything.y/n Y/N CONTENT!! I'm so so so happy that she feels comfortable posting again. Even if comments are heavily monitored.

I missed her so much! I hope everything is going OK with her and she's staying safe.

P.s. she also deleted every single pic of Matt and Becca off her IG. We Stannnnnnn!!!

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girl.bossss Even her shadow slays 😭

dantheman She seems comfortable around the FBI. I'd be tense all the damn TIME

oui.oui. her deleting every trace of them is such a power move!!! Revenge era.

y/n.queen SHES AT THE PIANO! WHATS SHE WRITING?!?!?!?!?!?!

matt.fan The pic of them 2 in the HP robes is so cute 🥹

bye.segual. Was. Was so cute. Not now

hate.y/n Her need for attention is sad

doc.martina Why are you HERE THEN?

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yourinstagram Figuring out what to do next has been one of the hardest things to do. After thinking it over for the past month we have all agreed that being on stage is the right thing for me right now. Life tests us all and this is my test and I will not lose. I will not back down. You all mean so much to me than you will ever know and Yourtourname will continue in NYC in two weeks. Your support has filled my heart with so much love. Stay safe. I'll see you soon 💜

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[sleepiexx]

Valeria Garza x fem reader. Reader and Valeria were once lovers until one day she disappeared and a few years later on a mission to capture El Sin Nombre the reader finds out what she has been doing all this time.

Back When I Loved You

Valeria Garza x fem!Reader

Link to Pt.2

Note: so sorry this took like for-fucking-ever, I’ve been working so fucking much I never write anymore 😭😭 I’m so glad I got this done, I needed to write this. Also, I switched to y/n instead of (Y/N) bc I did a survey and it said most ppl prefer y/n, tell me if u think that’s dumb

Summary: It’s been years since y/n had been stationed in Las Almas, returning opens some old wounds she hadn’t realized never healed.

Warnings: death mention (no one actually dies), soap is a slut, uhhh not much else rlly

Word Count: 3345

Quite a peculiar phenomenon, “the one that got away.” The idea of an old flame that was never allowed to fully ignite and crackle into something beautiful, never quite coming to fruition. The kind of love that leaves you wondering what could have been had circumstances been different, desperately yearning for even the slightest taste of something more.

The topic came up one day as the task force sat around at a bar drinking, waiting for the assignment that they would inevitably have the next day. It started as Gaz recounted the story of how he met a girl before graduation and fell madly for her. Their story ends there with the fact that the moment Gaz realized how he had felt for her, he was being shipped off to boot camp, never to see his lost love ever again. He spoke of how deeply he regretted not pursuing a relationship with her, and how every time he goes home to visit his mother, a tiny part of him hopes to see her again.

Soap went next. Lord knows the man had many, many regrets and many stories regarding his love life, yet one took president in his mind. “She had the softest skin,” he had said, story veering off the main point and getting caught up on the details as it had nearly a million times, once about her hair, three times about her eyes, and now about how “baby soft” her skin was. Eventually— with a little pushing from the others— he told the full story, how he was on vacation, a rarity for him, and how he’d hit it off with this woman. Usually with his one night stands, it was purely sexual, no emotional connection whatsoever. Yet this time, Soap had found himself enchanted. After what he described as a “magical” night, she’d disappeared, and he never got the chance to give her his number.

“What about you, old timer, I’m sure you’ve got an old flame who escaped ya’,” Soap beamed, turning the conversation towards Price who smiled and nodded fondly to himself.

“She was-“ he sighed, “well, she was something.” No matter what he did, he couldn’t escape the smile that creeped up his cheeks as he told the story. A kind lover, she was. Made him breakfast in the mornings, listened as he complained about work— he was just a Lieutenant back then, but she listened. And she was always there. Until she wasn’t. The Captain’s story ever so slowly changed from happily reminiscing and took on a much more somber tone as Price recounted the fighting that led up to his break up with the woman. He had been coming up on the end of his contract with the British Army and she had wanted him to stay with her, start a family, but Price had been in the military for a long time. He had no clue what life would even be like outside of the Army. And so he reenlisted. He spoke about how deeply he regretted that, how there were nights that he woke up and just imagined how his life could have panned out had he stayed with her. Would he be awoken by their kids pouncing up and down on him, rather than the ever-present nightmares he gets as his current wake up call? He would never know, and that would haunt him to this day.

Price took a big swig of whiskey at the melancholy thought, turning the attention toward y/n, “What about you, kid? You’re still young, hopefully no sad stories yet?”

Y/n shook her head, “I don’t see it as sad, more so I see it as I’m happy I got that experience. Yeah I’m upset that it never went anywhere but I’m glad that it happened period.” She smiled, happy with her answer but the others stared on with shocked looks. “What?” She asked.

Soap’s eyes were wide, “Well you can’t just say all o’ that and then just not tell us the story.” He shook his head, flabbergasted, “We all told you, save for Ghost but the man’s already very private, so now it’s your turn.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “yeah, yeah,” she took a sip of her drink, a little liquid courage to help loosen the story out of herself, “I was stationed in Mexico for some time. Beautiful country, beautiful people, I loved every second of it. Every night I would go out with my American buddies on the town and we would just fuck around, have some fun. Well one night I’d gotten separated, maybe it was the alcohol, maybe they ditched me, I don’t know, we don’t really talk anymore so I don’t think I ever will. But anyways, as you do when you’re drunk and alone, I found trouble. Some man came up to me with a knife, tried to rob me, I was really in no state to fight back, but in comes this woman to defend me. I’d seen her around the base before, she was Mexican Special Forces, I knew that. I also knew how goddamn hot she was. With her tattoos running all up and down her toned arms, and how enchanting her deep brown eyes were.”

The team immediately got chatty at that, hyping her up. “L/n with the moves,” one of them had teased. She laughed, feeling blood pumping in her face.

“So anyways, she jumps in and fights the guy for trying to rob me while I was so drunk. I was absolutely slack-jawed. I’d never had anyone fight so fiercely for me in my life, especially not a stranger, and even more especially not a stranger I had a huge crush on. I remember her turning to me, once the dude was down for the count and just saying ‘you okay?’ I can remember her exact tone and god, it made me melt. She walked me back to my barracks and I was done for. The very next day I sought her out and told her I’d buy her a drink to make up for it. Thus started an epic romance.”

Y/n grinned as the others piped in with their little comments, excited to finally get to talk about her lost love after all this time.

“For months we went out together, dancing, talking, drinking, everything else that comes along with a relationship,” she smirked at that, face only dropping as she got the ‘getting away’ part, “and, uh, we were happy, y’know. I could see myself having a future with this woman. But as life has it, I was stationed elsewhere while she had been on a mission. I tried calling the base a few times.” She stopped to collect her breath, “but, uh, I was told that her and her squad went MIA on that mission. Likely killed in action is what they said.”

She sniffled a little bit, hoping it was unnoticeable by her teammates. Shaking her head as she finished her drink, and began to stand she turned to them for a final time, “I’m gonna turn in for the night it’s getting late.”

The rest of them nodded, waiting until she was gone to quietly chat amongst themselves. She was the topic of choice, of course. How bad they all felt for her. How guilty they felt for bringing it up. Ultimately it wasn’t their fault but they felt awful. Not too long after, they themselves all turned in, awaiting what the next day would have for them.

Months later, after many missions, and after the conversation they had had slipped away from them, the task force found themselves on their way to Mexico in search of the infamous cartel leader, El Sin Nombre. No one dared to mention y/n’s past, but of course, they weren’t completely discreet with their fleeting looks.

Despite their knowledge of y/n’s deployment to a base in Mexico, they were still shocked to see that the Colonel as well as some of the soldiers of the Las Almas base knew her.

“Y/n! Long time no see, last I saw you, you were still just a private.” Colonel Alejandro Vargas said, patting her on the shoulder in greeting as the group got off their chopper.

Y/n smirked, “could say the same to you. Wonder who died and made Lieutenant Vargas into the colonel of the Mexican Special Forces.”

Alejandro rolled his eyes and went to counter, but the man next to him made himself known with a contagious laugh. The task force could see sparkles in y/n’s eyes at the sound.

“Rudy!” She shouted, happily enveloping the giggly man into a hug.

“Hi, y/n.” He smiled, hugging her back just as tight.

In the midst of it all, Captain Price couldn’t help but clear his throat to get the group’s attention. “I hate to break this up,” he said, thick British drawl dragging out every word, “but we really do have some pressing matters to take care of.”

Y/n and Rodolfo split, standing at attention. Alejandro spoke for them, “you are right, there will be plenty of time to catch up once this is all over.”

They each nodded in agreement, eager to get to the task at hand.

It was no easy feat. Despite not really keeping up with the news in Las Almas since she had been gone, y/n knew just how bad cartels could get. That paired with the frustration that seemed to radiate from Alejandro every time El Sin Nombre was mentioned, he had to be some bad, bad motherfucker.

Soap went in under no guise or cover, walking right up to the front door and presenting himself like meat to hungry wolves. Y/n and Alejandro, on the other hand, terminated nearly half a dozen cartel soldiers, stealing their masks and outfits to fit right in to the party.

They surveilled Soap throughout, following closely behind, making sure no actual cartel soldiers noticed him. They followed him right to the third floor, right to El Sin Nombre. When the name Valeria left Soap’s mouth after looking through the snake cam, y/n and Alejandro made eye contact, both feeling a similar nausea at the thought.

But they shook it off.

It couldn’t possibly be her, right? She died on a mission targeting the son of La Araña, didn’t she? Sure she was officially determined MIA but a person doesn’t get lost this long, not like this.

Sure enough, as the door burst open, through the hail of bullets being shot across the room both to and from cartel higher ups, there she was.

The shock was evident on y/n’s face as she saw the woman kneeling on the roof. She saw short, dark hair and shook. It’s not her, it can’t be her. But it was. She could tell by the dark eyes carefully watching her every move as she walked behind the woman, pulling her hands down around the woman’s body and behind her back to cuff them.

Y/n prayed the woman couldn’t feel the tremor in her hands, but she knew all too well. Once upon a time the dark-haired woman knew every detail about her, it almost seemed as though that hadn’t changed.

Few words were uttered on the chopper back to the Vaquero’s base— save for a few “shut up Graves,”’s since the man refused to stop talking all smug, as though he was the sole reason El Sin Nombre had finally been caught— but a million things went unsaid as y/n avoided the Vaqueros’ gazes. The rest of the 141 were none the wiser to the fleeting looks that the Vaqueros shared.

The waiting period was long and drawn out as the woman was processed. Of course she had to have her prints and DNA taken, it’s never as simple as getting to talk to her first.

The anticipation was getting to y/n, who was anxiously chewing her nails down to the beds, leaving them jagged and slightly bloody.

The door clicked open, catching the room’s attention, “She’s been fully processed, whenever you’re ready you may begin the interrogation.” The soldier in the doorway stepped aside, clearing the path for the 141, the Colonel, and his second in command to pass.

They walked swiftly and with precision as they borderline-prowled their way down to the storage container that held the woman. Price took the lead as y/n and Alejandro fell behind, dragging their feet. Rudy followed behind the two, making sure neither avoided the inevitable.

Graves was the first to open his mouth, gesturing to both Alejandro and Valeria, “explain how you two know each other?”

Words, glares, and taunts were exchanged as they began the story.

“Go on, tell them.” Alejandro commanded.

Valeria scoffed, “I don’t take orders anymore, even the dogs in Las Almas know not to bark at me.” Valeria’s eyes caught y/n’s hesitant form as she spoke the last part.

Alejandro angrily shook his head, “she’s ex-military, we served together.”

Despite their distances, and their long time apart, the two shared a perfect flow when telling the story.

“Different squads, same unit.” Valeria began, “you were the wild ones, huh? Los Vaqueros.”

Alejandro grinned at her words.

Her gaze once more shifted to y/n, “my squad was clean cut señoras y señores.”

“Until the raid on the son of La Araña,” Valeria smirked at the sentence, Alejandro continued. “Her team was told to cordon of the city to ward off La Araña’s enforcers and prevent the bloodshed.”

“That’s exactly what we did,” she smiled.

Alejandro’s anger only spiked at her smug face, “What, you kept out his enforcers because you were his enforcers, eh?”

Her voice was taunting, “he was escorted to the mountains without incident, also to prevent bloodshed.”

Y/n felt her stomach turn. All the time she spent sobbing over Valeria and yet all the while the woman was running around doing all sorts of illegal activities.

Rudy piped in, almost as shocked at the realization as y/n, “he was supposed to go to prison.”

Graves grabbed Valeria’s shoulder, pulling her back, and further pissing off y/n. “So you killed him. And you took over.”

“I created a power vacuum, and I filled it. Las Almas needs me.”

The moment his hands looked as though they were about to wander, y/n was upset, nearly growling out a rage-filled “hands off.”

Graves lifted his hands off of the woman as if he’d been burned, holding them up. “Woah, woah, woah. What’s with you getting all feisty over the prisoner?”

Y/n just glared, gaze unmoving.

“Holy shit,” Gaz whispered, glancing between y/n and Valeria, “It’s her, isn’t it?”

Y/n’s eyes softened in confusion, turning her attention to Gaz, “Pardon?”

The rest of the team seemed to come to the same realization as him, moments before he spoke, “Her. She’s Her. You said you had a romance with a soldier while stationed in Mexico, a soldier who went missing. With what Alejandro said, the stories line up, Valeria is the woman you were in love with, isn’t she?”

Y/n broke eye contact, slightly embarrassed, still enraged, altogether hot in the face as she stared at the floor. “Yeah,” she admitted hesitantly, “yeah, it’s her.”

Valeria’s eyes were stuck to her down-trodden form, smirking at the fact that she now knew; y/n had talked about her. Y/n talked about her to her team. A sweet little thought.

“Nothing to be ashamed about,“ Valeria spoke cockily, “you sure weren’t ashamed of it when we were in love.”

When we were in love.

The words stung. The wound was old, yet here it had been ripped open as if it had happened mere days ago.

“Yeah, well that was before you left me to join the cartel.”

Valeria scoffed, “Join it? Please, I fucking run it. Besides, I think you forget that you’re the one who left.”

As the tension rose between the former lovers, the atmosphere in the room became rather awkward. The 141, the Vaqueros, and the few Shadows who were in the room sat staring dumbly at each other, wondering just how long they should let this go on

“You wanna go there? As I recall, you left weeks before I was deployed on what I thought was a mission. Turns out you went off with your little druggie friends to play gangster. I called the base a million times, they told me you were dead!”

Valeria stood from her seat abruptly, causing everyone else in the room to reach for their guns. Neither y/n, nor Valeria stood down. Y/n gestured for the others to leave the room, they hesitated but eventually followed her command. Now face to face, feeling each other’s breaths on their cheeks, the two seethed.

“I bet you would have liked that, huh?” Valeria started, eyes set into a deep glare, “me being dead would have made this so much easier for you, no loose ends.”

If y/n didn’t know any better, she would think this was Valeria trying to get y/n to kill her, death before snitching after all. But y/n knew her, knew suicide wasn’t her calling. This wasn’t a plead for death, this was a challenge. Fuck with me, I dare you.

Y/n’s lips turned downward into a gritty scowl. Even through her anger, tears managed to slip their way through her glaring eyes at the thought of her ever wanting Valeria dead.

“Never.” She whispered, voice cracking, “I cried every night for you for months, Valeria. I loved you so much, god, I still fuckin’ do.”

She reached into her shirt, pulling out two sets of dog tags and gripping tightly onto one of them. The ones she held, Valeria knew very well. They matched the ones she kept tucked under her shirt. An old pair that she had given to y/n way back when; they were the ones she was issued as a sergeant, before she reached lieutenant status and received the ones she currently wore all these years later.

And all at once, Valeria felt her heart shatter.

All these years she had spent letting her anger toward y/n fester and grow, thinking she had just abandoned her. All these years and yet all the while, y/n was devastated. They told y/n she died. Y/n thought she was dead. Y/n mourned her, cried for her, hurt for her. And here was Valeria, yelling at her.

She softened her stiff posture, cautiously reaching out for y/n. Valeria cupped y/n’s cheek, and for a while they just sat there like that. Time passed but it felt like nothing compared to the eternity they had missed together. Y/n finally looked up. In one fell swoop, Valeria crashed her lips to y/n’s

The kiss was all consuming, destroying any distractions in its path as the lovers made up for lost time. Caution was thrown to the wind with neither girl worried about their positions and duties. In this kiss they were not El Sin Nombre nor Sergeant l/n, they were just lovers. Just Valeria and y/n, reunited.

What felt like a million hours were lost in each other’s lips. As they separated, Valeria’s eyes opened, y/n’s stayed shut. Valeria stared, waiting for y/n to reveal her gorgeous eyes, yet when the moment finally came, it hurt. Y/n’s eyes shined with sorrow, something Valeria could see very clear.

Valeria tried to reach forward, but y/n stepped back, clearing her throat, “this,” she sighed deeply, fighting internally with herself, “this cannot happen again.”

She turned her back toward Valeria, knowing it would be too hard to look her in the eyes. Knowing she would lose all composure and fold. But she stayed strong, and in a few short steps, she was out of the room.

[adhdduckie]

deja vu? (m.m x fem!spider-reader)

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idea : miles morales (earth 1610) x fem!reader who's a spider-woman from another earth variant, that has this crazy american-british accent for some ridiculous reason, she works with the spider-society with Miguel and the other spiders, but she disagrees with Miguel's views and does her best to help miles, tripping into love with him.

follows most of the movie's plot, but doesn't follow into earth 42

music choice : it's hard to explain

masterlist : adhdduckie (my request are open!)

warnings ; a lot (like a lot ) of swearing cuz yk british ppl, mb a lil violent?

omg i couldn't find the script anywhere so this is from the best of my knowledge sorry guys. also any spanish is from google translate, pls tell me if i did anything wrong so i can fix it, thanks.

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it was your typical tuesday night. Dimension hopping with your dear friend gwen stacy while she searched for anomalies. I mean, technically you were supposed to be searching for anomalies too, but you were just vibing. 

when you popped up into earth variant 1610, you lost gwen immediately, searching for her frantically around this, this place that looks so familiar to your home, but so different. She wasn't picking up on her watch, and so you just decided to use your abilities on her, even though she hates it. 

you pop into this teenage boys room, a little disoriented from the jump across a small dimension aka. teleporting, you heard voices.  You look up, seeing Gwen and some guy, just kind of staring at each other while gwen sits on the windowsill. 

"yo gwen! you gotta stop dropping out on me mate, this is bloody ridiculous, you dropped me off in this shitty-" You yell from behind the guy,  being interrupted when he he jumps and turns around and your brain does that weird spidey thing when you meet another spider-guy, but then there’s this little overlaying feeling of deja vu, like you’ve met him before. 

you stop. squint your eyes at the guy who's standing in front of you. you look back at gwen and ask :"who's this fucker?" 

his response is immediate :"did she just call me a fucker?"

Gwen laughs and responds to the guy: "it's the way people from her world talk, it's alright, she doesn't really mean it offensively. miles, this is y/n. She's a spider-woman from earth 617." 

"617??? there are 617 EARTH VARIANTS????" he exclaims

"guys? can we not talk about me like i'm not here? wait wait wait, this is miles?? the guy you're not supposed to come-" you say, before gwen slaps her hand over your face.  you continue to mumble into her hand. before you teleport to beside miles. 

"woah!" He says, leaning away from where you've popped up. "shit, you can teleport?"

"sort of," you respond, before staring at him more intently. 'he's cute.' you think. you continue speaking.  "it's more of something like my particles shift. not the point, moving on. what are you doing gwen? we need to go." the last part you say to gwen, but you finally look around the room.

"hey, this is cute" you say, referring to all the stuff inside of the room. 

"don't touch that!" miles yells. you throw him a look that says chill. 

"are you ready to go?" gwen asks, miles cringes and says

'i'm.... grounded?" 

"bummer" she says dryly. "Is spider-man grounded?" gwen asks, while you kind of awkwardly stand there like what the honest fuck is going on

Your watch goes

 off, an alarm you've set for yourself.  "ah shit, i've gotta run, gotta do my bloody chemistry homework. I told jessica that i'm busy on tuesdays, but nooo, she said i had to stay to fucking watch you, gwen. I'm literally younger than you!! you don't need me so i'm out, cya loves." You ramble, blowing a kiss towards gwen, wave to miles, and you bloop out. 

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A couple of what feels like days later, but can only be hours later, gwen, miles and you are on the roof of miles’ apartment, hanging out and talking, to be honest more like them talking and you just interjecting once in awhile. You don’t mind because it allows you to get a proper look at Miles. 

You watch the way he moves his hands as he talks, the way he smiles when gwen says something he likes to hear. the way his shoulders shake when he laughs. It’s nice to see a spider-guy that’s close to your age that isn’t totally depressed.

gwen, you and miles are gathered together talking about the bracelet you guys use to stop glitching. Things start to get tense when miles asks to get to know miguel o’hara. “there aren’t a lot of slots.” gwen says, speaking of the spider-society, and you cringe at the lie she’s just told. You watch miles’ smile fade away slowly and things start to get awkward.

'ah, right.” miles responds with.

“look, if it was up to me, you-“ gwen starts, being interrupted by miles’s

“uhuh, i know.” he says, absent-mindedly as he fiddles with the watch. you throw a glare over his shoulder to gwen, mad that she’s lied to this poor boy. You know that miguel doesn’t want him, but you don’t know why, having skipped that briefing for an ice cream or something. 

 just in time you look back to miles pressing a couple of buttons, and gwen panics going “ohnonono, don’t do that.” 

“it’s really delicate.” gwen lies. things get awkward and quiet and just as miles apologises, his mother pops up from behind, scaring you, even with your spider senses. 

“hi, Mrs. Morales.” you say immediately, proceeding to introduce yourself. wishing to get out of the awkward scenario with gwen and miles. she looks over at you approvingly, and gwen goes. “hiii, rio, i’ve heard so much about you.” miles’ mom looks disapprovingly at gwen, probably for using her first name the first time they met. 

just as Mrs. Morales hands gwen her sweater back, Mr. Morales, walks up. You introduce yourself again to him, also referring to him as Lieutenant Morales.  They both look at you approvingly while ignoring gwen.

“it’s lovely to meet you both, as gwen said, Miles has spoken of you both very highly.” you say, wanting to move on, the tension in the air seemingly dissipating. 

Miles introduces you both as friends from school, and just then, you get a call, your watch beeping with a timer.  “oh, i’m so sorry to interrupt, but i need to go, i promised my parents i’d watch a movie with them tonight. It has been so lovely meeting you, and the food was delicious, thank you for allowing me to stay here for awhile while you guys celebrated.” you say, ready to leave, but before you do, you shake both of Miles’ parents hands, throw gwen a 'i’m going to talk to you later' glare, and wave goodbye to miles, your heart pangs at the idea of not being able to see him for awhile 

just as you walk away from the brownstone, you can hear gwen’s watch beeping and her lame excuse to why she needs to leave. You roll your eyes, strangely protective of the guy you met a couple of days ago. 

'it feels longer than that.' the internal voice says. The sense that instantly recognised him seemed to tingle again. 'you’ve met him before' it seems to say. No, you couldn’t have. you would have recognised him immediately, after all, who will forget Miles morales?

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the next time you see gwen and miles is quite a couple of hours later. You need to speak to gwen about some paperwork, because yes, miguel o'fucking-hara makes teens that are hardwired to be on the move constantly, do goddamn paper work. You needed to clear something up so you bleeped into existence while gwen stands at the destroyed lab, on a call with jessica. 

"hey gwen." you pop up. She doesn't react because you do this to her all the time, but she doesn't turn around. "what's up?" she asks. before you answer, you pause, the hairs on the back of your neck raise up. It feels as if someone’s watching you, and you turn around. There's no one there but if you squint your eyes hard enough, you can make out miles hanging onto the ceiling, some sort of invisibility thing turned on. 

'okay,' you think 'totally not weird at all.'  you don't say anything because there must be a reason he's hiding. 

"fucking miguel, i told him not to bother me while i was doing my goddamn school shit. you know i was in the middle of a goddamn lesson? I mean i hate that class, but it's like the sixth time i've had to dip." you complain, wishing to hide miles from her, feeling oddly protective of miles. 

gwen just stares at you blankly and you move on, undeterred. "i'm just here cuz i needed paper work stuff, but you seem to be doing something interesting so i might as well stay." Gwen just shrugs, and goes back to jessica, who's at the moment, getting mad at gwen for visiting miles. 

you look back up at him and you cringe, hating how he's hearing this. miles' eyes widen when he notices that you can see him and you can see him staring at you in confusion. You pull off your mask because let's be honest that shit is suffocating, and shrug, making a fang motion, trying to communicate how it’s probably from the spider that bit you. 

you look away from miles just in time to see gwen opening up another portal to go to mumbattan. gwen walks in and you follow, making a 'come here' motion with your finger toward miles, getting him to follow even though you know you're most definitely gonna get in trouble for this later. 

you're mumbling under your breath about how you should be getting paid for this when you start swinging through mumbattan chasing after spot. Miles is struggling but you can't help but let out a small giggle, and he seems to smile at you from under the mask. You don't bother putting your mask back on, because it's not like you're from this dimension. 

anyway, you’re swinging through mumbattan before you realise miles got lost, and when spot appears, miles does too yelling about how he’s here to help

you don’t look surprised in the slightest and you only yell “did you get lost?” and he responds with a sheepish grin, and gwen shoots you a dirty look

“You knew he was following us???” She asks, irritated and angry

“yeah, he wasn’t doing a very good job of hiding it. But what’s wrong? i think he’s chill. i wanna hang out with him more.” you respond quickly, eager to defend miles even though you know gwen doesn’t mean it offensively.

At this moment, Pavitr Prabhakar pops in, knocking spot in the face with one of his gold bangles, yelling out your name excitedly, and then gwen’s, following up with “hey! who’s the new guy?” towards miles. You smile excitedly and happily at pav, this man is the vibe. “hey pav! this is miles, and he wasn’t invited” gwen responds with. 

Pav laughs “you weren’t invited and you came anyway?” gwen responds with “right?”

pav says “new guy must be in love with you” and you kind of just awkwardly stare at Pav while this happens, and he goes on about how he’s excellent at reading people, and he goes into his introduction before miles interrupts with “i love chai tea!” and you see a vein tick in pav’s forehead.

“oh, dear. you shouldn’t have-“ you start, miles looks at you confused and then pav goes on a tangent about how chai means tea and that chai tea is like saying tea tea like asking for coffee coffee with room for cream cream. 

before he gives a quick tour of mumbattan, ending with “and this is where the british stole all of our stuff!” 

you cringe and say “sorry about that” and he shrugs and says it doesn’t matter since it wasn’t you, but he would love it if you could convince your government to give back all the shit they stole and you stand there like i am a masked vigilante they are not going to listen to me, but you just nod and move on. 

things move on quickly, hobie pops up and you high-five him, and he throws an arm around you. You usually  get along with him like a house on fire. miles looks at him slightly aggravated, probably from the fact that pav made it seem like hobie and gwen were a thing. "don't worry, you whisper over at him, they're not a thing." he looks at you confused, and you pause. 

you set yourself a mental reminder to ask miles later if he too, felt a sort of deja vu when he first met you. things get really chaotic quickly, after that. Mumbattan has a massive black hole sort of thing show up and everything goes to crap. Miles gets summoned to HQ and you know shit’s about to go down.

you pull him to the side, and you whisper in his ear. “i’m here to help you. Shit seems suspicious mate, but i’ll help you if anything goes wrong.” he looks at you confused but nods and gives you a slightly out of breath 'thanks’

and guess what? you must be a fucking psychic. Shit does go wrong. Miles finds out the gwen lied to him, and you learn some new things too, like the police captains dying and the canon events. You just kind of followed things, but as soon as things felt a little off to you you dipped. 

Miles and you just got back to his dimension, popping into his room. you’re both sweaty and injured, sitting there on his floor, you stare intensely at the watch. and you decide, for everything that’s happened, you’re gonna stay to help miles try to protect his father. 

so, you break the bracelet. this way, they won’t be able to find you, and it shows that you are no longer going to work with them. 

Miles watches you and gives you a ridiculously tired smile. 

“thanks,” he whispers. “i’m not happy that you didn’t tell me that i couldn’t join because miguel didn’t want me to, but thanks for standing with me.”

“it’s no problem. I’m sorry i didn’t tell you. I didn’t know why gwen wouldn’t tell you but i didn’t want to make her angry.” you whisper back. 

“miles?” you ask, after a silence follows. he hums in response. “are you going to tell your parents now?” he looks up, and nods. he stands up, pulling on his jacket, trying to hide most of his cuts and injuries. 

he opens the door of his bedroom, ready to walk out. he looks back at you and you know what he’s asking. you get ready to stand up, taking his hand when he offers it to you. you want to be able to give him support, since this is a instrumental decision. His hand is warm and large around yours, and it just seems so right. 

you both walk out together, hand in hand, blood crusting at your lips from when you were thrown against the train, by miguel. 

Rio drops her laundry basket at the sight of you both, fussing greatly over Miles, while you stand behind him. she pauses, noticing your intertwined hands, but doesn’t comment on it, thankfully. You feel your face getting warm, but you know this isn’t the time for it. 

“Mrs Morales,” you start, “do you have a first aid box?” at your words, she rushes towards the bathroom, and soon she emerges with the solid plastic white box with the red cross. 

“ayy miles, ¿qué te pasó?” she says speaking in rapid fire Spanish. 

“madre,” he responds, “is dad home? i need to speak to you both. y/n is here to help me, and she is also involved in this.” His mother looks at you suspiciously, but nods her head and goes to retrieve Miles’ father, walking through the front door, and soon you hear the brownstone’s door close. 

you take the first aid box, and open it, making sure to access miles’ injuries before turning to your own. you’ve just wrapped up a cut on his hand when you notice a cut on his upper lip. Knowing that he probably still hasn’t noticed it, because he is anxious about speaking to his parents about being spider-man, you decide to help him clean it up. 

You inspect it properly and notice he’s busted his lip, and you grab a cotton ball and gently douse it in disinfectant, you rub it gently across his lip, while he is seated at the table, chair facing you while you do this. He’s watching you intently, and you can feel heat rushing to your face, but you continue on.  

“sit still, please.” You tell him when he starts to move around from the stinging feeling of you stitching his lip back up. He stills for you, and you smile. 

“thanks.” you say softly. finishing up quickly, before assessing your own wounds. nothing too bad, and just as you pick up another cotton swab for your own bloody lip, miles gently takes it from you, and he motions for you to sit down.

“i can help you, you helped me after all.” he says, softly. you let him do it, and when you sit there, your heart is thumping in your chest. He's staring very intensely at your lips, extremely focused on cleaning up the blood. You look down at your own suit, seeing how it's ripped, the spider logo shining under the living room lighting. 

the front door opens, and his parents both rush in. His father stops when he sees what you are wearing, his brain ticking slowly. Miles cleans off the last bit of blood off your face, and turns to his father. 

"i need to speak to you" he says to his father. "i've been pushing this off for a really long time and i really wish i could've told you but we've had a lot of issues recently, and y/n has helped me realise i should tell you no matter what, because trust matters." 

"i am, this dimension's spider-man." he finishes quickly. prepared for his parents outburst. "i have been for the last year. it is a dangerous job, but i am doing my best to protect everyone here. I hope you understand." he looks back at you, like just you being there is getting him through this. you smile encouragingly at him. 

"oh miles, nunca podremos estar enojados contigo por mucho tiempo, mientras estés a salvo, eso es todo lo que importa." his mother says to him, and he visually brightens right in front of you. His mother swoops in for a hug, and he holds on to her tightly. 

"wait, what do you mean by "this dimension"?" his father asks, ever the radical thinker. 

"so, we live in a universe with parallel dimensions. There are many mirror dimensions to this one with the same people. every one of the universes has a spider man. I'm this one's. Y/n is one from earth- variant 1610." 

His parents understand, and that makes you feel happy for him. You continue to begin assessing your injuries while they talk, but you're interrupted by miles. 

"here, let me do that for you." he says, his parents watching the interaction. his dad throws his hands exasperatedly in the air, his mom watches with an amused expression. 

"y/n?" his dad asks. "yeah?" you reply. "if you aren't from this dimension, how are you going to get back?" 

"oh. my spider-powers are different from miles's. I can swing and i have most spider tendencies, but the spider i was bit by was experimented on, and because of that, i can teleport." you say. kind of just shrugging. Miles hits you gently on the shoulder for moving while he's wrapping up your shoulder that is just now hurting, most likely because the adrenaline is wearing off. 

"i'm all out of energy, so i'm gonna need to find a place to crash for a couple of days before my powers regenerate." 

"stay here." miles says, without thinking. "oh, no i can't do that." you respond immediately. You look back at miles and notice his ears reddening. 

"no, we insist. You've taken good care of our miles." his parents say. 

"i don't want to be a burden." you reply

"no, it's alright. we'll be happy to have you." they insist

"thank you, Captain Morales and Mrs morales." you cave in. It's probably easier this way, you don't have to search for somewhere to stay. They insist you call them by their names, and you smile at them, thankful that they're so welcoming. they both go sit on the couch to watch some tv after ensuring that miles has no more injuries that you haven't taken care of. 

Miles finishes wrapping up your shoulder and steps back to admire his handiwork. "thanks," You mutter, softly. "do you have a change of clothes?" you ask gesturing to your ripped spider suit that you were definitely going to have to fix. 

"oh, sorry. Yes, sure.” he says, offering you his hand and pulling you up, and gives you a bunch of his old clothes that  for some reason look absolutely massive.

ears pinking, you thank him, and turn away to go to the bathroom to actually go get changed. while you walk away, unbeknownst to you, miles is watching you with the corner of his lips pulled up in a small smile, because after everything you’ve gone through together, you are with him now, and you did your best to help him. 

he's so unbelievably grateful for everything you've done and he genuinely has no idea on how to thank you. and when you come out from the bathroom in his clothes, he has to stifle a little laugh, because it just looks so unbelievably good on you. As if his sweatshirt was just made for you. the rest of the night is relatively peaceful, just resting and talking, getting to know him and his parents better.

the next couple of weeks you spend a lot of time popping in and out of miles' dimension, just checking up on his parents, and him. it's good to hear when he tells you that tensions with his parents are gone, as they finally understand why he's so busy and distracted all the time, and you're so happy to hear that they're getting along again.

However, you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn't miss him. even if you were seeing him every couple of days, it just didn't seem the same. You were always thinking of him, especially at the worst times, like when you were fighting the villain of the week in your dimension or in the middle of a science lecture.

so you're exceedingly grateful to be spending time with him right now, sitting on a small roof overlooking brooklyn, and you're just watching people walk by, going on with their lives and not noticing anything else.

—— mona lisa —— listen to this pls i think it works rly well —— 

you're sitting together, shoulders touching, talking about everything and nothing. Things just seem so peaceful and right this way, but something small just seems to be missing. and you know what you want to tell him, that he's constantly on your mind and that you can't think of anyone else apart from him. How everything small reminds you of him. things quiet down, and you're genuinely considering saying something.

he's sitting there thinking of the best way to tell you that he appreciates everything you've done for him, how you were willing to sacrifice so much just to help him. How he hates what happened but loves it at the same time because he got to meet you.

"miles-" you start, at the same time he goes; "there's something i need to tell you." you quiet down and give him an encouraging nod, letting him go first, because you don't want to be selfish.

"thank you, for everything you've done in the past few months for my family and I. Thank you so much for helping me come back to my dimension, when you barely knew me. i cannot thank you enough. "

"it's not a problem, miles," you tell him, "I'm happy i could help you."

"wait, wait." he rushes out, "I'm not done." you smile at him and let him finish talking.

"when i first met you, my spidey-senses went off, but that's not it. there was something else, like this sense of deja vu, like i had known you for all my life, but at the same time you felt so comfortable and familiar, and i was a little startled." he continues, "and i know we've spent a lot of time together recently, and i'm super glad we've been able to get to know each other so much better." "me too," you say quietly. "i felt it too."

he smiles happily at you, before turning away and glancing back out at brooklyn, and he keeps on pushing forwards. "and i know we haven't known each other very long, but I really, really like you way more than a friend should, and i know that you probably don't feel the same way, but i really needed to tell you, and i hope this doesn't affect our friendship, but like i said-"

you interrupt softly; "miles, miles stop." he looks at you confused, cheeks flushed and a brows furrowed, looking so desperately hopeful that you can't help but let out a small laugh. "miles," you continue, "i really like you too."

"you do?" he asks hopefully.

"yeah, i do." you respond, lacing your fingers through his. He pulls you closer to him, throwing his arms excitedly around you, letting out a soft laugh, before pulling back. he lets go of your hands, and cups your face softly.

"can i kiss you?" he asks, and when you give him a small nod, with your cheeks flushed, he kisses you for the first time.

the kiss is so devastatingly sweet, and due to both of your inexperience, you both fumble a little, before sinking into it properly. He tastes like a faint spice most likely from his mother's cooking, like something that has happened before. as if, somewhere else, something like this has played out before.

you pull back first, resting your forehead against his, whispering how much you like him to him, before both of your hands meet, fingers sliding against each other till they rest perfectly together. your head rests on his shoulder, and both of you enjoy the sweet moment together, just sitting there in the happy environment, staring out over brooklyn, just a couple of dumb idiots in love.

[latinokaeya-moving]

semi related kinda actually. one of those super common fat stereotypes that didn’t really stick/make sense to me until i grew older was the idea of fat equaling weak or pathetic like. that’s a really common association right in both media and the average consciousness of ppl. but it was never something i learned to internalise as a kid bc a Lot of ppl in my family including myself had always been built big and broad and everyone was always just so physically strong??? like looking back not in an unnaturally impressive way or anything but just so many of them had been manual labourers in some way in colombia and then they came here to do cleaning and even though it might not seem it that’s Such a physically taxing job especially if you’re doing it for 12+ hours every day and like. the strength that built Showed in the roughhousing at home so clearly ?

like as little kids me and my brother would gang up on my grandma to play wrestle and she would sooo soundedly defeat us each time like she had such solid grip and weight behind her arms even as an old lady she was short but broad and Sturdy and physically strong!!! and my brother is huge and tall and Fat he was the biggest kid in secondary school i’m so sure and he could pick up and manhandle and throw other kids even older than him with ease. he played rugby with these fit lanky guys i knew in my year who would tell me that they would stay the Fuck away from him when they played bc they knew he was unmovable and Would slam them to the ground without breaking a sweat. hell he could right now pick me up and physically slam me on the ground if he really wanted to and im big! i’m heavy as hell! i weigh almost as much as he does!

so growing up surrounded by my family i just. kinda got used to associating fatness with physical strength as this obvious innate thing so when i sorta expanded my horizons n saw the way it was used in popular media as visual shorthand for like. laziness And Therefore weakness it was just very. unintelligible. it didn’t make sense to me at all. i didn’t get it lol

[aizoushibasaki]

writing out my thoughts on an astronomer/mermaid 0222 au (refer to my insane pepe silva sky/sea symbolism bullshit)

this is just stream of consciousness into the keyboard tbh it's just getting too long to fit on my google slide LMFAO

class a (the big 5) r on a marine research vessel looking for the reason why boats keep getting fucked up in this area despite no known dangerous organisms documented there (but th class e mermaids r there just hidden). gakuhou prob knows theres smth fishy (pun not intended) going on & is sending them on a wild goose chase ig. gakuhou is fully intending sinister bullshit but the big 5 dont rly know the whole of whats going on but they are still assholes.

mae is astronomer who got to tag along for plot reasons but hes focusing on the stars in the region where theyre sailing around instead of the water. mae is prob mistreated on the vessel cuz he got on it thru connections or watever & they dont Ljke him so they like fuck with his research n whatnot cuz it disrupts their own. idk. like they prob throw his files into the water and r like oops haha lol accident sorgy. (not accident not sorry).

umm well i cant decide if this instance would be like the big 5 throwing something off or class e trying to fuck up the boat (to keep ppl away from their home obviously cuz they dont wanna be discovered!!!) but mae falls off and iso saves him (typical mermaid au bullshit) but like mae only sees a flash of isos torso before he swims off OBVIOUSLY cus theyre NOT SUPPOSED TO LET PPL KNOW THEYRE THERE LOL but iso prob saved mae cuz he saw that mae wasnt one of the big 5. like he saw mae was getting mistreated n whatnot n couldnt let mae also be a victim.

regardless of whether it's just mae who falls overboard or if all of them fall their boat isnt fully destroyed and is fine to operate so theyre still there but now mae at least knows theres like. a person or something !?! so he starts to get more interested in the water along with the stars which makes the big 5 Suspicious 🤨 but they dont know the whole story either. then for plot related reasons they finally capture someThing (someOne) (it's Iso) in like some net or some shit n since mae is more interested in the sea now he ends up being the one closest to it n he sees iso there n they look at each other and mae is like Holy shit its that beautiful beast who saved me earlier. and he also has a fucking beautiful koi tail what the fuck. and isos like Hey man whats up lol im kind of in a pickle here. n even tho mae is like awestruck by this beautiful person (?) infront of him n he has so many questions he also knows the big 5 r gonna come asap so he makes the split second decision to fuck up the net on purpose so iso can escape n iso stays around in the water long enough to hear that mae takes the heat for it so that further enforces in isos mind that mae can be trusted u know what i mean.

i dont have any specific plot related ideas beyond this YET but i needed to get it all out before i died, badly. thanks.

[itsjaywalkers]

hello laurie<3 insane commute nonnie here (i giggle over the nonnie everytime btw. its soo CUTE)

i saw the 'reg/james/benjy threesome in nothing happens' ask n i agree that james would not be having it (bc like its bad enough that regulus is having sex w ppl but like. in fRont of him??? he'd go Insane) but also i cannot stop giggling imagining it does happen n the whole time its just jegulus fucking n benjy just standing there like🧍‍♂️. like he's trying soo hard to be involved but james keeps pushing him out n reg doesn't even care bc james is literally fucking him.

anyway will be giggling abt this today. i stayed over at one of my friends bc his roommate was out n we were out till late last night so no long commute AND he made me breakfast

also how have you been? i giggle n twirl my hair everytime you post you're literally so funny😭 n i just saw another one of your jeggy series im starting it omw home today!! i think you've posted abt it here before (oby? i cant go back to check bc i'll have to write this again) but i thought it was a wip or something but omg its not!! im so excited to start it aah

hope you have a fantastic day<33

AAAAA HI BABE <333

no bc if it happened it would go exactly like that . james and reg would be focusing on each other while benjy does his best to join them or just remind them of his presence and james would push him away every single time without stopping kissing reg for a moment. they're fucking, absolutely going at it and benjy is just . lying right next to them and sadly jerking off (bc let's be honest despite the rejection watching those two have sex IS hot). lamest threesome known to mankind fr

THAT SOUNDS LOVELY so happy for u babe i hope u had lots of fun and also kinda jealous i wish my flatmate aka my best friend would make me breakfast.. (she does cook for me quite often so i can't complain really . but not breakfast never breakfast </3). AND NO INSANE COMMUTE WOOHOO good for u, u definitely need a break

i've been . exhausted and quite stressed, but mostly fine apart from that. it's just . work and adult like yk? but nothing bad's really going on !! and it's so wild to me that u actually think i'm funny bc i don't believe i am (at least not in english). but i also love getting asks from u so <3 u enjoying seeing me on the dash is kinda mutual <3 AND OMG I GET SO NERVOUS WHENEVER SOMEONE READS OBY BC IT'S . QUITE FILTHY . AND A VERY DIFFERENT VIBE FROM NOTHING HAPPENS but i hope you like it and that you'll tell me what u think once ur done!!

and oby IS technically a wip considering i'm gonna be adding a few more parts but the story is not connected in the same way as nothing happens so . i get what u mean hehe

hope u also have the best day babe ur the sweetest MWAH <333

[fullofsadeem]

You don’t get to call me a cheater. a liar. a hoe.

When I met you I believed in you in a millisecond, I thought you were the miracle, the blessing that I’ve been praying for my entire life. I believed that you were everything I’ve ever wanted and waited for. And so I gave it all, and yes that is my fault that I just gave you my all so easily, I gave up my social life, I stopped focusing on my education, I’d push any opportunity of bettering myself just to be there for you. I thought belittling myself will help lift you up, and in return I thought I’ll be rewarded by your appreciation. The appreciation I’ve always longed for and starved.

And all of that didn’t come from nothing, you looked at me, with eyes that mesmerized me into feeling like I was actually being seen. You told me words that came out of your very own lips, that you’ll take care of me, you’ll respect me, you will never hurt me. You held me with your own hands, showing me that you’ll carry me forever. Making me believe that I can finally be safe, I can finally let my inner child live, and that maybe just maybe finally heal all the childhood trauma that I’ve been guarding myself for years.

But you failed me, you made me constantly doubt myself and morals, you made me fall into this dark hole filled with nothing but fear and betrayal. You cornered me and belittled me until I had to run away with overwhelming feelings, leading into making mistakes, leading me into facing all these doubts head on, and then you say I’m pushing you away? Well you frightened me and held me into a corner, leaving me no choice but to run. that’s not me pushing you away. That’s you pressuring me to run away.

But I had no where to go, I ran back to you every time, because from the first day we met you had me convinced that you were the one, the one I was building my future with, the one I’ll finally have a home with, raise a whole family for, spend the rest of my life with. I was done with all my daddy issues, I was done with life lessons, mistakes, figuring out who I was, I was done with all of that. It was just you on my mind, until you came and ruined it with your insecurities comparing yourself with other random strangers and then blaming me for putting you in the same sentence as them. You oughted me as a bitch, when you came into my life knowing who I am and what I stand for and the baggage I have to carry became of it.

You accused me of being a druggy and a drunk, you accused me of smoking, when it couldn’t be more clear that I was never into that despite being surrounded by that shit all the time, for years.

You made me doubt myself and lose my soul and then wondered why I changed.

You yelled at me, raised your voice at me, at any inconvenience, you never showed any regard for my feelings, and while I’d suck them all in for you, you’d still have the audacity to say I never care or listen to your shit, even when you’re clearly wrong.

Yet here we are, you still talk to me with this ugly attitude, like I do drugs when we both clearly know who’s doing drugs in this relationship. You say I’m contradicting while it’s you who says oh ppl in relationships should go travel without their partner or go to clubs n bars and drink, yet you go ahead and do all of that and it’s okay for you, just not the other way around.

You accused me of being a cheater and a liar, because of a mistake of me texting back a boy, while you go ahead and text multiple text to different girl and flirting and even belittling me and wanting a cat fight as if you were ever worth a cat fight. I’m not the one for that my guy.

Yet I never called you or even described you as a liar, cheater, fuck boy, a spoiled and selfish child, a narcissist, the way you’d do to me. And I still never hated you or wished anything bad and chose to respectfully stay our separate ways and have nothing but love and respect for each other, despite the damaged and hurt that our relationship caused. And guess what? You still can never bring yourself doing so despite you being all about manhood and how logical and tough the men species are while us women are just emotional, like give me a break 😂💔 here you are still yelling and being rude and disrespectful to me with even attempting to hold your shit together or even just be human.

I gave you my all, the bad and the good, and this is what you choose to give back, disrespect and complete disregard to the girl who gave you everything, probably more than any other girl ever will.

I’m not asking you to forgive me, or appreciate me, or even respect me anymore, I’m asking you to just taking a step back and grow from this, so you’ll treat the next girl the way she actually deserves instead of damaging her the way you did to me.

[jamasauruos-blog]

Dear diary,

Today is a struggle.

Back story: I was in a relationship for 2 years n I tried to do everything for this guy. But he was so lazy. All he did was smoke pot n stay up n play Xbox w his friends. Even when I would have to get up early the next day for work they would be in the bedroom playing Fortnite. A lot of times I would get up n sleep in the other room. N it didn’t bother him at all.

He was so ungrateful towards his mom. She had needed a hip replacement for years n she was working 2 jobs just to get by. She would get home from work n could barely walk. She was in so much pain she would be crying. Yet he couldn’t even clean the litter boxes, take out the trash, wash dishes, clothes nothing.

I was struggling w depression, anxiety n some eating n I didn’t have medication then. But I was sticking around 110. But when I found out he had been cheating on me it broke me down. I found him talking to so many girls on Snapchat some of them dating back to may keep in mind this was around nov.

I was so rattled w anxiety n disgust I could barely eat. I couldn’t stomach the taste of food. I was living on coffee, cantaloupe, n strawberries mostly. I was lucky to get 4 hours of sleep if I took 3 Tylenol pm n smoked a bowl. If I didn’t I could lay there all night in my thoughts until the sun rose.

I quickly got down to 95 lbs. I was a waitress n I was still going a mile a min like I usually did. I remember a size 0 in blue jean shorts were hanging on me.

Now I just got out of a 3 n half year relationship n I want to gain that control again. Im so jealous of myself back then bc it wasn’t hard. I was just really fucking depressed but I’m wanting to wither away again. It’s hard to know what I want w him. Like do I want him to come back. But I know if he comes back then we’ll argue about my eating. But if he stays away I can keep losing weight. But I care about him so much n I do miss him. N hearing that he’s going to stay w his ex (which from the stories I’ve heard is more coocoo than me) makes me feel so jealous.

Like really I’m worse than her. I hate myself so much for hurting him n always being so distant. But at the same time I couldn’t help it. When ppl get in my face n start screaming at me n push me around. Tell me they’re going to punch me in the face. I can’t help but revert into a shell. We had some really good times n we’ve been through some rough life stuff.

I’m sorry it got worse every time we had an argument like that. But I just couldn’t help it. A lot of times I was scared to say anything bc he would say that I was wrong n get mad. But that’s how I felt. I felt so beat down emotionally that I was no longer fun.

Now on kind of a mutual breakup. We acknowledge that we still are about each other. That his anger mixed w my sadness n shutting down wasn’t a good combo. He told me tonight that he didn’t stay here( we rent a house together) bc it’s hard to be around me n not want to go back to the relationship. Well I guess that’s fine bc then he won’t know I’m starving. I can keep punishing myself in secret.

[lonespektr]

Sept 30th Day 14 Who invited them?

I will say the house from the trailer looks like the vibe from the house the invitation, in the hills, older fancy fish bowl terrible wack parking long chunky steps out front

But as soon as the film started.. it's a diff house

Ok y'all my Internet is being cute, third restart

Canyon Heights

Kid is having a night mare

Creeper stalker in an unmarked vehicle spotted

There's a materialistic fame spouse and a pragmatic spouse

And also fake friends

Brooke is me

The most scary aspect right now is how cringe and pathetic the guy is that's like are you impressed

They established the kid is out

Sexy funeral couple omg that's their label

Obligatory Title drop

The only real friends appear to be the ones who just hit something with their car

Ok my main attraction to this film is the concept of parties in general i am always weirded out when people just invite people into your house like big parties it's like who the fuck just comes to a strangers house

Strangers you meet at parties are for events not personal dwellings

Sexy funeral couple lied and said they were the neighbors and used transparent flattery and social climbing shit

And now they are developing small boundary violations to test the waters plus plying them with drugs and alcohol

My favorite other concept is WASPY culture of being polite far past when it's safe / past common sense

Never speak the truth the only woc is the only one telling the truth and the environment is attacking her for it til she gets wasted as she's been annoyed all night and appears annoyed by the entire move because she's pragmatic and they are overextended, like every american family

Here's the house lore

Double homicide spouses who had children

Obvs guess is that slick couple isn't a a couple they are brother and sister the children of the murdered spouses who apparently just stayed with the bodies for two weeks until the help can't round one day and called the cops

Shes testing with the classic negging dating tactics of "impress me i'm cooler than you"

Internet *shakes fist*

The tension build is good so far

The set design is decent enough

The writing is smooth in that drop this fucked up thing and walk away - which i love

😬😬😬😬

It's freezing 🥶🥶

My personal opinion but some of my fav writing is when the character tells you the truth but it's such a non sequitur and something people would never say that the WASP culture just takes hold and ppl go nm and later they do it and they go 😮

Well this woman is doing homework, they f'd up part is they are clearly excellent liars and scammers but they are poorly lying on purpose in order to appear embarrassed and at a disadvantage

When is the gun club reference going to come into use

Oh now

They are pushing on the sec boundary a lot but that doesn't negate my angle unfortunately...yet

That supposed to be a coyote ? Is she headed with the kid or just to get the monkey

Neal fucking sucks, she's still the only truth teller - the non white

They just came up against a hard boundary and the lady pushed with a why not

Woc is game douche cannoe white guy is condescendingly not

FUCK INTERNET

Dammit

This is especially wack because this is a tension builder film so everytime the Internet goes it breaks up the tension

Wish i could give you an accurate tension read folks

Lol they put dead (calling it a hamster) in her drink

It looked like a guinea pig

"having a sex thing" 🤣🤣🤣🤣

The next phenomenon is like the sunk costs where they have already let these people push past their boundaries so to justify that previous behavior they have to keep going

And just the universal awkwardness of how do i get people to leave my home when we want to go to bed

"i didn't want them to think i was lame"

There it is

Another red line.

They are both pushing the bedtime...with food? Interesting choi-

OMG INTERNET

I logged out n back n like a heathen to no effect

Another reboot

They both reinforced the boundary and so the sexy funeral pair switch tactics to making the couple fight each other again with the secrets that mined.

It's over halfway through if it goes again it's the weekend and i will pick it up tomorrow

"Home invasion" mention

Oy oy oy folks it's almost over

Dude why do you have to exacerbate everything

Lols they are giving the murder details

They finally said it "you two need to go"

They are fully teasing

Lol the count of ten

What a coward move i mean it's an attempt to change the scenery but in the worst way possible

Dropped the G word

And then they set up a weak stage verification of the neighborhood

One more drink then the kidding

Rutabaga

The marital tension of "I want my man to be strong" is a little played but it's not the main push

I was right whooo 🎉🎉

It is a direct attack on the waspy culture of silence because the kids are (now grown)

Are not alright because the parents were abusers

The added gut punch is

The neighbors WILL ABSOLUTELY leave a tacky ass noise complaint in a shitty passive aggressive note will call the police about noise but not

Real kids in danger being abused

Mom trying to go rambo but really drunk high coked-out

There's the gun club

Fucking ha!!! Wrong one

Sold the house/ for a bigger house

No??

Actual hamster

Taking psycho killers advice/ flowers for no reason

New house jitters

They kinda did end with the kid though that the kids might mares were probably just a manifestation his stresses of their shitty het marriage

Umm that was an interesting ending

[sugarcause]

🔞 zhongli thirsting for his younger brother's s/o

includes: zhongli, xiao precis: he knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it. he couldn't help but give into the temptation. take note of: solo, anal masturbation, dildo, anal sex, mentioned creampie, voyeurism, mentioned sub!bottom!xiao, mentioed dom!top!reader, finger sucking (IDK?) reader gender: gn!! voice mail: i'VE HAD THIS IDEA IN MY MIND FOR A WHILE. honeslty if this is enjoyed, i could make it an au. readers dating xiao but ppl thirst for them ;)) tell me how you feel abt it!!

zhongli had met you multiple times. from xiao's introduction, to seeing you briefly as you stayed over. from what he could tell, you were respectful, kind, funny, and quite good looking. xiao also seemed enamored with you, so who was he to interfere with his happiness.

today, he was home particularly early. he had told xiao he would arrive later, but he had underestimated the amount of work he could accomplish.

he opened the door slowly and took his shoes off, walking down the hallway to xiao's room.

he halted in his steps as he heard some muffled groaning. his first thought was that xiao was hurt. but that was until he could make out actual words.

''a-are you sure your brother's not going to come home soon?''. ah, that was you speaking. why would you worry about him, though?

''n-no, he told me he would come home later- oh god! just fuck me please!'' said a slutty moaning voice.

''if you insist.''- he could practically hear the smirk in your voice.

although brief, the exchange told zhongli everything he needed to know in order to piece together what was happening. he was aware at one point xiao would gain an interest in sex, but this was not what he expected would happen.

he couldn't stop himself from quietly walking towards the slightly ajar door.

'it is just because i'm curious. that is all.' he tried to convince himself. there was no other reason.

as he peeked into the room, he saw you pounding into xiao roughly. his tight hole accommodating your cock snuggly. both of you were facing away from the door as xiao was pressed into the bed with you on top of him. he could tell you were tugging his hair as your cock slammed in and out of xiao's hole.

he was moaning so loudly with the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

''harder! h-harder!'' he heard xiao yell in a high pitch.

'god.. i wish that were me.' zhongli thought.

his eyes widened. he couldn't believe that he even dared to think of that. it was enough for zhongli to turn away and hastily walk off to his car outside.

as he slammed the door shut and looked down at his pants, he could only think of one thing, 'fuck.'. he was hard.

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a few days past but zhongli couldn't get the scene out of his mind. he was interacting with xiao the same way, but you and your cock would always be at the back of his mind.

which was what led to this moment.

him, undressed, with a thick, long dildo in hand. he bought the one that resembled yours the closest. he even made sure xiao would be out for a while. which he learned he would be with you.

he knew he shouldn't be doing this. you were his younger brother's lover. the same younger brother who always claimed, quite proudly, that he would never fall in love. yet he saw how xiao looked at you.

but he couldn't help it. the thought of doing something so taboo felt so wrong, yet so right. he couldn't stop thinking of you, your face, voice, and body.

he pumped some lube onto his hand and rubbed it all over the dildo.

lying on his stomach on the bed, he slowly inserted two fingers into his tight hole. he scissored them slowly, shoving them in and out.

it felt good, but not enough.

he pulled them out and sucked on his digits. everything felt so lewd. he felt so slutty, imagining it was your fingers he was sucking on.

he positioned the dildo in front of his hole and cautiously eased it into him, feeling the stretch. god, it hurt a bit, how could xiao handle it so roughly?

after waiting a while, it was halfway in him. he felt much more comfortable now, but he wanted it deeper. and that was exactly what he did.

pushing it deeper into him, it hit some spots that gave him sudden jolts of pleasure.

slowly, zhongli began thrusting the toy in and out of him.

''a-ahng...'' he moaned into his pillow. trying to silence his voice although no one was around.

he eventually started making the dildo plow into him faster and harder. imitating the same force you had when you were pounding into xiao.

he could imagine how xiao could get addicted to this.

he felt so full, the thick appendage hitting all the right spots (but you would feel better than this, wouldn't you?).

no matter what, he couldn't stop thinking about you. about you being the one fucking him. you being the one who kissed him.

he wanted you.

with all those thoughts, he felt his orgasm near.

he shoved it in rougher, taking it to the hilt as it hit right into his prostate. he could feel himself cum, ribbons of white squirting out of him onto the bed.

even so, he kept abusing that special spot. he couldn't help it. the overstimulation was prefect.

he pressed onto his stomach area where the dildo was in and the pleasure was mind numbing.

cumming a second time, zhongli quivered forcefully and let out one last moan, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

he was sweaty, dildo still in his loose hole. he panted heavily, only one thought on his mind,

'how would you feel inside him?'

[futurecorps3]

♡ 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 ♡

Masterlist <3 ⚠️ASKS ARE OPEN!!! ⚠️(Check masterlist to see which fandoms I write for and if what you want isn't there, submit it anyway! I'm looking for some new fictional ppl to fall in love with hehe)

A/N: I am utterly in love with my beautiful, beautiful boy. Have this.

𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝙼𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗:

𖤐 Hear me the fuck out 𖤐 F O R E H E A D K I S S E S 𖤐 From both parts, really. 𖤐 It's kind of your thing; your way of saying goodbye and hello. 𖤐 Listen, my man is 5'10 which means he totally wraps an arm around your arms/head and kisses you on the forehead then keeps it draped around you to hug you and have you close and- 𖤐 He'd totally sneak you out of your house late at night. 𖤐 And then proceed to sneak you back in, maybe even staying the night if he's feeling riskier than usual 𖤐 Of course, seeing Corroded Coffin play most weeks 𖤐 Teaching. You. How. To. Play. Guitar. 𖤐 I KNOW IT'S A VERY COMMON AND USED HC BUT IT WOULD SOOOOO HAPPEN 𖤐 Now, if you know how to play an instrument or sing 𖤐 He's going to have you up in that "stage" every single week. 𖤐 Maybe not for the entire show but he'd have you play/sing one or two songs <3 𖤐 "How can you be this fucking hot?" -Him after literally any display of your musical abilities 𖤐 The best worst part is that he does become way more clingy after a performance 𖤐 When his uncle has to work upstate or isn't home too often you live in the trailer. 𖤐 Eddie lives for it 𖤐 He lives for you cooking breakfast with him while blasting music from his old radio 𖤐 He lives for morning cuddles 𖤐 He lives for seeing you walk around in his shirts and underwear, crumbs of the pizza you ordered all over your clothes 𖤐 He lives for the naps you take on the couch with your body pressed against his while you were are watching a movie 𖤐 He's a simple man who loves the simple things yk 𖤐 Dancing around with him when cleaning up after the kids on hellfire club days 𖤐 Him trying to explain to you how to play Dnd 𖤐 You trying to understand 𖤐 If you succeed, well, hellfire afternoons just became even more interesting 𖤐 If you fail, it's okay, he'll explain again if you want to or leave it if you just don't feel like it 𖤐 He's okay because either way you'll be sitting on his lap while he terrorises those children 𖤐 Lots of dates in places you aren't really supposed to be in hehe 𖤐 Swimming pools at night, empty parking lots or anything you two can think of that isn't too dangerous/scary 𖤐 The type of guy who'd sneak a hand in your jeans' back pocket <3 𖤐 Or holding you by the waist 𖤐 Or an arm draped around your shoulders 𖤐 Always carrying extra hair-ties for you 𖤐 OH MY GOD 𖤐 Letting you do his hair. 𖤐 I think he wouldn't like crazy up-dos but definitely a ponytail or bun to keep his hair out of the way in the daily 𖤐 Studying together because '86 is the year baby 𖤐 Eddie is not dumb, it's just the educational system's way of teaching isn't made for him 𖤐 So when you find how to explain things to him in a way that's crystal clear, he'll catch on pretty quickly 𖤐 Passing notes back on forth all class 𖤐 You've gotten in trouble for it more than once 𖤐 And that's just because if you're not professing undying love for each other, you're making fun of teachers 𖤐 Except they don't find your jokes funny, lmao 𖤐 You totally own a hellfire shirt and match it up with one of his jackets whenever you wear it 𖤐 And yes, wearing his band shirts. 𖤐 Cheesy pickup lines even when you're already dating 𖤐 "So, aside from taking my breath away, what do you do for a living?" 𖤐  "I’ve heard it said that kissing is the ‘language of love.’ Would you care to have a conversation with me sometime?" 𖤐  Yk that type of shit 𖤐  You'd be lying if you said you hate them, they always make you smile and with a need to shut him up with kisses 𖤐  I don't know how to explain it, but your love is like this song. 𖤐 Dating Eddie Munson is like having your soul warmly cuddled 𖤐 Dating Eddie Munson is having a boy who worships the ground you walk on 𖤐 Dating Eddie Munson is late night conversations and long walks through Hawkings when you're feeling down 𖤐 Dating Eddie Munson is being loved 𖤐 And that's all we need sometimes. <3

[unohanadaydreams]

DAMAGE DONE FOR KENPACHI SOULMATE CAN YOU IMAGINE THE A N G S T AND CONFUSION

 I know ppl who follow this blog have taste because you were the the first of four ppl to ask for this exact combo jdhdjsjs. We are all Kenpachi brain rot compliant.

Features: Cutting/self harm, a real shit start to a relationship, and angst.

Bleach Your Soul: Ask Meme

Kenpachi Zaraki + Damage:

So much of your life was defined by isolation. A patient treated terminal. Everyone paid you the same attention they would a ghost, fleeting smiles and tears that fell over your bed as though it were a grave.

How could you not feel tortured and angry, to be saddled with a soul mate determined to drag you through hell with them? There were times you truly believed were your last. Stabs too close to your guts. Slashes peeling open to far towards your heart.

There was little room in your thoughts to worry about who suffered with you, other than to curse them. Whether they struggled to live or delighted in violence, you didn’t know. You didn’t care. It was hard to care about anything while laying in your deathbed. Through childhood, your heart withered like the flowers always dying on your window sill. If only they’d throw you away for good, as well.

You garnered hobbies to keep busy rather than to enjoy them. Your stitching, calligraphy, and precocious little drawings stained in blood more often than not. The 4th division was your jail. Your soulmate, your warden. Keeping you there, always.

For years, you begged them. Desperate to be heard--to have a modicum of fucking control--, you carved words into your skin. Were they scared the first time you did it? Did they hate it? Did it hurt them?

Vindictive, you hoped all your horrible thoughts were so. When you cut ‘stop. stop. stop. stop.’ you did it on your side and hip, so it would reopen. Again. And again. And again. And--

They never responded. No matter what you wrote. ‘Please stop.’ ‘It hurts.’ ‘Doesn’t it hurt you?’ ‘I hate you.’ ‘Who are you.’ ‘Don’t you care?’ ‘Kill me.’ ‘Die.’ ‘I’m sorry.’ 

Slowly, then suddenly, the damage that had been near daily stopped for so many years stopped. Your family settled you back in the home, a living urn. They said your name and stroked your cheek and smiled too small when you spoke.

Your skin buzzed with the absence of what had plagued your entire youth. Was it sickness or shame that drove your blade through your skin still? Did you just miss it? Was the violence boiling you alive with no where to spill out anymore?

There were times you swore minuscule nicks would appear, healing too fast to smooth over, but staying long enough to feel. Older, able to be among people, you realized what that could mean. What kind of person you’d told to die as a pithy little tween.

Were they alive--really alive? Did anyone else care or were you the only one?

‘Songbirds.’ ‘Hello.’ ‘Your name?’ ‘Sorry.’ ‘Work sucks.’ ‘Too hot.’ ‘Alive?’ ‘Hotpot.’ ‘Cut words.’ ‘Please.’ ‘Alive?’ ‘Shinigami.’ ‘13th.’ ‘Rank?’ ‘Rukongai?’ ‘I’m sorry.’

@

Retsu Unohana, the only woman he couldn’t quite look in the eye, was there to smile all serene-like over him. After he’d lost. Figures she’d be there when he fucking lost.

She asked him all those annoying questions about how his body felt and told him all the things he needed to heal from. He wanted to shake her like Yachiru did when he wasn’t paying attention enough for her liking. Who gave a shit about all that--he lost and got what he deserved. He had to get stronger. Just because she’d abandoned her pride didn’t mean he would. 

“Your soulmate is here, too.”

Kenpachi couldn’t ignore that one. He never ignored that one. Not that they let him, with all their fucking writing. Saying the strangest shit sometimes too.

When he was young, he’d been paranoid, not knowing what the fuck was doing the writing. He’d swing his sword over his calf or side or thigh, expecting to lob and invisible arm off. Running, Kenpachi would try to out pace the fucker.

 Yumichika explained it like having one was exciting. Ikkaku had yelped for Yumichika to knock it off as the man with beautifully kept hands had given himself a paper cut.

“See? It means the person you’re meant for feels everything you do on the battlefield.” His colorful eyelids narrowed, sights shifting between his captain and Ikkaku. “Or in the file cabinet, if either of you would bother to help out.”

The more he understood--and thought about it--the less he wanted to meet them. His soulmate. Kenpachi wasn’t a person who forgave weakeness and anyone meant for him wouldn’t either, right?

He’d been consumed by sleepless nights, futile attempts to nap, and brutal training sessions, trying to keep his failures out of mind after the realization. What if Yachiru had been forced to take every blow the same as he had? Whenever he tucked in his lieutenant, the question ate at him further.

With time, there had come some form of solace--one day he’d find the thrill of a horrible battle again, to drown the thoughts out. But what Ichigo Kurosaki had offered hadn’t been horrible in the way he’d imagined. And here he was, face turned away from Unohana’s thinly veiled impatience, his feelings too complicated to bother with fully.

“Well?”

Unohana stood, like she was disappointed and Kenpachi couldn’t help but snap at her, “Fine. Whatever.”

She smiled, soft as she’d gotten, and went to the door. “Fine to what? I only told you they’re here. But if you’re so determined to see them, Captain Zaraki, follow me.”

@

Grumbling about how much he hated ‘that sneaky shit’, Kenpachi did follow her, and went through the door she gestured at before being closed in with your recovering body. Your body hadn’t healed as fast as his, but that wasn’t a surprise--you’d be a captain for sure if you could pull that shit off.

Worst of all, you were awake, the scar lining one side of your face as thick as his own. No one else was in the room with you. There were no flowers or cards. And your mouth was hanging open.

“You’re alive.”

“Yeah well,” Kenpachi didn’t know what to say, trailing off as one of his fingers brushed over his thigh.

“Everyone is talking about your fight,” you said, filling his silence with a light shrug. “I figured it was more than coincidence that I ended up like this at the same time. I’m glad it was you and not the ryoka.”

“You thought that kid was your soulmate?”

“How was i supposed to know? No one’s seen him since your fight, or so they’re saying.”

“The scar’s pretty fucking obvious.”

“Uh, I’ve never seen you before and it’s not like you’re ever in the Seireitei Bulletin or...or wandering around where people could find you!”

Kenpachi winced, not because of your words, but because the closer he got, the more your sweat and shaking arms showed. You must’ve been like this for a lot of your life. A worming feeling of guilt he seldom felt curled in his belly. Now that he had a person to pin to the thought, it swelled large.

Maybe if he were a softer person, someone rounded out like the long gone Yachiru turned Unohana, he’d say something comforting or concerned or even charming. But his hand was still on his thigh and his mounting frustration at himself, all revolving around his lack of strength, felt thick on his tongue.

“This mean you’re gonna stop with the fucking words?”

You pulled your head back slow, looking up at him like you couldn’t decide between succumbing to exhaustion or lunging at him.

“What if I don’t? What if I just keep going till you respond?”

“You’ll keep going until ya die.”

“Well, great! There’s you’re answer,” you scoffed. “You’ll have to kill me.”

It was a shit start, all things considered, and the silence that took over the room as Kenpachi sat on the nearest chair, so hard it almost cracked, felt as horrible as his zanpakuto refusing to answer him.

“The name’s Kenpachi Zaraki,” he said, resolved to at least get your name.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Damn right, you do. Now tell me yours.”

You wouldn’t have introduced yourself if he hadn’t looked so...well, you couldn’t quite tell what he looked like. Tired, maybe. Tired and wanting something.

So you gave him your name, your relief that he was alive, that you hadn’t wished him to his grave in your youth, outweighing your anger. An apology for putting you here was like grasping at the sky and hoping to hold a star, if his reputation proceeded him. So you let it go as best you could.

And Kenpachi settled back in the chair, grunting in acknowledgement. He didn’t think learning your name was gonna make him stronger, but it felt nice to hear someone talking to him like a person and not a beast.

If he was being honest, it’d always felt nice to be given your words, when so many people refused to give him any. A bit awkwardly, he stayed while you fell victim to sleep, your breath slow before he spoke again.

“Thanks.”

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Breaking in w/ Hawks, Shoto and Dabi

Request: I read another post about ppl breaking in your shared house with the boys not knowing that you are inside and hurting you and I was like well this would be interesting with their kids in the mix. So i'm here to provide you with the following request ppl breaking in and immobilizing you while you're still awake and they try to go into your kids’ room with Shoto, Hawks and maybe Dabi or Aizawa- anonymous 

Oh this is a nice little concept. It's very interesting. I’m happy to deliver. I have been devastated by chapter 290, if anyone hurts Shoto imma start a riot and if Dabi doesn’t kill Endeavor i will. I’m thinking of making a double post today so this one and a kny post but we’ll see. Love ya. 💖💖💖

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warning: cursing, mentions of blood, crying but fluff in the end. 

Hawks/Keigo Takami

-You were waiting for Keigo to come home after a long day. 

-The twins were a nightmare to put to bed today and you were exhausted. 

-Both of them wanted Keigo to tuck them in for some weird reason and they just wouldn’t accept your cuddles or attempts. 

-So after a tiresome two hours of trying and failing to calm them down you called your husband on facetime and they went to bed. 

- “I’ll be home soon, do you want me to bring you anything?”

- “No, no just you.” 

-So after taking a shower and checking on the kids you relaxed on the couch, turning on the TV while scrolling though tik tok. 

-Not even half an hour later you heard jiggling coming through the door. 

-Assuming it was Keigo you got up and went to greet him but who you met at the entrance of your house was a complete stranger. 

-You and the two bulgars stared at each other for a solid minute before you scrambled to get to the kids’ room and lock yourself in there. 

-But one of them tackled you to the floor before you could reach the pastel colored door and pinned you down, binding your hands with a cloth. 

- “I thought you said he wasn’t here man? What is this?”

-They had tied your legs to a chair, putting a makeshift gag in your mouth so you wouldn’t scream as they bickered back and forth. 

-Your eyes kept darting from the front door to your kids’ room.

-He said he was almost home, he should be here at any moment. 

- “Just stick to the plan, she doesn’t change anything.”

- “Doesn’t change anything? You tackled the n. 2 heros’ partner and you think that nothing is gonna happen?”

-You couldn’t care less about their words as you saw the light of the baby monitor light up.

-Eyes widening, you tried to get out of your  restraints to turn it off but to no avail, the soft babbles of your son could be heard coming from the device sending the whole room into an uncomfortable silence. 

-Before you know it, the one that tackled you pushed his partner towards you. 

- “Keep her in check while I go pay a visit to the other room.” 

-Managing to get the gag out of your mouth, your eyes frantic, you tried to reason with him. 

- “I’ll give you whatever you want just stay away from that door, please.” 

- “The number 2 hero has plenty of money. I bet he would be willing to give a handsome amount for that brat in there. What do you say babycakes? 

- “Dude you’re taking it too far-” 

- “Stay away from them!” 

-You realized your mistake a little too late, the new information making the man's eyes light up.

-Two cries came from the twins’ room due to the commotion and your panic rose. 

-But then you saw it. 

-The single feather hovering over the mans’ head, as red and vibrant as ever. 

-You let out a sigh of relief as a wave of red feathers flooded your living room, cutting you free from your restraints. 

-Without missing a beat you sprinted to the door, stepping inside and locking it. 

-Both of them were awake and teary eyed but at the sight of you they calmed down a bit. 

-Taking them out of their cribs, you sat in the far corner with both of them in your lap waiting for the moment Keigo would knock on your door. 

-One would assume that being part of the hero industry, although you weren’t a full blown hero yourself, mere bulgars wouldn’t really faze you. 

-In reality you hadn’t been afraid for your own life, you couldn’t care less about yourself at that moment, but when you realized that they knew about the twins everything slowly fell apart.  

-After what seemed like an eternity a soft knock came from the locked door. 

- “Y/N, dove, open up.”

-Raising to your feet, you almost ripped the door handle out of position in your rush. 

-Once Keigo came into view you didn’t miss a beat before pressing yourself close to his chest, the twins just happy to see their dad. 

- “There are my favorite Takamis!” he said kissing their heads as his wings enclosed all of you. 

- “Dove they are gone, don’t worry. I’m here. We’re alright.” 

-The news report the next morning said that two men were found on the top of the police department butt naked. 

Todoroki Shoto

-Poor man had merely gone to get take out. 

-He hadn’t been gone for that long. 

-But apparently the villains had been waiting for him to leave the house so they could go in. 

-You were still inside with your daughters; the twins chasing each other in their matching onesies while you sat on the living room couch with your youngest.

-You heard the front door open suddenly and at first you assumed that Shoto had forgotten his wallet again.

-But the footsteps were too heavy and his voice didn’t echo through the entrance hall. 

-He always said something when he came in and his footsteps have become lighter ever since the girls were born. 

-Sensing that something was off you placed your toddler in her crib and motioned towards the twins. 

- “Stay with your sister and no matter what you hear you do NOT come into the hallway. Understood?”

- “But what-”

- “Rei do I make myself clear?” 

-Nodding their heads they took their seats in front of the crib, Ren squeezing her hand through the bars to gently grab her sister's chubby hand. 

-Taking a deep breath you entered the hallway and lo and behold, two strangers were staring back at you. 

- “Can I help you gentlemen?” 

-After a few seconds the one closest to the door flung himself at you while the other one started digging through his pockets. 

-Swiftly dodging the attack, you grabbed his wrist and swang him with incredible force to the wall, letting go of him as you turned your attention to the other one. 

-And then you felt a sharp pain course up your right leg as a heaviness settled on your chest. 

-The room began to spin while the air was knocked out of your lungs.

-You kneeled down, hand over your heart as you tried to use your quirk. 

-Nothing happened though; it was like you didn’t have one at all. 

- “Quirk cancelling bullets, aren’t they neat?” 

-The man stared down at you as ever so slowly your senses came back at you. 

- “I can still beat your ass even without a quirk.”

- “I don’t think you’ll do that.”

-Angry voices could be heard from the other room before the man you had slammed into the wall appeared again, blood dripping from his nose and onto the snow white hair of your daughter.

-Ren looked at you, tears forming in her eyes as a red flash of hair jumped onto the man. 

-Rei was having none of it.

-Taking that opportunity you kicked the one in front of you in the groin before separating the girls from the other, sprinting into the living room, closing the sliding doors behind you. 

-Laying the girls on the couch you grabbed one of the fireplace tools and got into a fighting position. 

-Soon enough the door opened revealing none other than Shoto himself.

- “Are you all alright? Did they hurt you?”

-He looked absolutely disheveled, his hair going in different directions as his gaze frantically scanned all four of you, his eyes lingering at your slightly raised leg. 

-The twins hopped off the couch and tackled his legs. 

-Shoto crouched down hugging them both tightly as they started to sniffle into their dad’s chest. 

- “T-they hurt mama and t-tried to hurt Ren.”

-He shot you a look but you waved him off, deciding to instead check on the baby before joining them on the living room floor. 

- “I won’t let them touch you ever again, even if it's the last thing I do.”

Dabi/Touya Todoroki *I ain't never letting this go*

-In reality the dudes didn’t know you were preggos. 

-You were too early on so you couldn’t tell you were preggo but still. 

-They knew that you had something going with Dabi and that’s why they wanted to fuck with you. 

-They thought that they would gain something from trying * key word trying * to take you.

-They were wrong though because a) they got their asses kicked by you and b) they got fried once Dabi found them. 

-You were chilling at Dabis’ while he was out to get you some mustard and a chocolate bar because cravings, when you heard the door open. 

-Immediately you knew it wasn’t Dabi. 

-You would’ve heard him grumbling under his breath about forgetting to take money with him * bc you have been pushing him to pay for stuff every once in a  while* or he would be shouting at you that your disgusting meal had arrived. 

-Neither of these things happened so something was up. 

-Not bothering to get up because you didn’t give two fucks, you waited for whoever stepped inside the apartment to show themselves. 

-You are a villain hun you ain’t about to stress over some crusty ass dude trespassing into your house because you could obliterate his ass from the face of the earth in negative five seconds. 

-Whispers and a frantic “But what if he comes back?” was all you heard before the ground breaking phrase left their mouth. 

- “Who cares? She’s a woman, how strong can she be anyways?”

-You were livid. 

-It might have been a mix of your hormones along with the fact that that was hella sexist but you were ready to beat some crusty ass. 

-Laying down on the couch and pretending to be asleep you waited for them. 

-And soon enough you felt the three figures standing over you. 

- “See easy as hell.” 

- “And hot as hell, please don’t forget that.” 

-All three of them stared down at you like that pikachu meme for a solid minute before scrambling to activate their quirks. 

- “We don’t wanna hurt a pretty girl like you so please don’t cause a fuss.” 

- “Oh baby you think you can hurt me? Please have you seen who I’m dating?” 

-Slowly standing up you flicked your wrist and one of them dropped to the floor. 

-You made your way to the kitchen pouring yourself a glass of water right when one of them ran into you, pinning you to the counter. 

- “Watch it there bud I’m carrying precious carg-”

- “Shut up you fucking slut! You’ll come with us whether you like it or not.” 

- “The only person who can boss me around is not currently in this room so I suggest you let go.” 

- “Yeah you should probably let her go.” 

-At the sound of his deep voice you knew that they were dead men. 

-The one basically on top of you stared at Dabi in horror as you pushed him off of you. 

-Making your way to your boyfriend you gave him a small peck while he rested a hand over you stomach as a silent ‘are you okay?’.

-Shrugging you took the bag from his hands and went into your bedroom, not caring to see what he was about to do to them. 

-You were hungry anyways. 

- “Now which one of you wants to be roasted first?”

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the three idiots

seriously, alexandra feels like she keeps aging 20+ years whenever you three are together and goofing around

this is one of the reasons why you’re not allowed on the field with them, they’d get absolutely nothing done

that, and the twins simply wont put you in danger under any circumstances

alexandra also treats you like a sister (in law) and wants you safe, but can only do so much to keep you out of their lives since you still find ways to help them out

absolutely rowdy when you’re with basilio, you and him practically have a lot of inside jokes and a secret language

people would give you both weird looks when you’re out in public, just because you’re both so damn loud

with crispin you’re more mature (but not a lot), he does these grand gestures like taking you out on expensive dates, takes instagram/pinterest style pics of you

basilio also takes pics of you, but those are some of the most unflattering ones that he sends to your groupchat as memes

the ppl who arent familiar with your relationship with the twins are almost often confused when they see you with just the one twin: they’d think “huh i saw this couple a week ago, but i could have sworn the boyfriend had much shorter hair, it couldn’t have grown that long in a week, right?”

when you do go out with the twins, they flank you and you almost get squished in between them, so sometimes you have to push them both to the sides so that you would have space to move around

the three of you like to just chill at the mall sometimes, go window shopping and then eat samgyup/mang inasal later on

other times when you manage to drag alexandra with you, people would assume that you guys are on a double date, and alexandra has the ugliest/most disgusted look on her face as she corrects them “these are my brothers” “im gay”

in your groupchat (just you and the twins) crispin is the sweet, doting one who would text you “have you eaten?” “want us to pick something up for you on the way home?” while basilio sends you memes and selfies of the twins

they send you videos and pics of pets they meet “today we met brownie and blackie”

with regards to living arrangements, the twins have separate rooms (basilio’s is the messy one, smells weird)

when you moved in, alexandra offered you your own room, and most of the time that’s where the boys stay anyway

the bed is much larger than theirs because it needs to accommodate all three of you

you three try to cook meals for ate alexandra, but it almost always turns out disastrous - mostly when basilio insists on helping

so you always make him run errands (“can you go pick up some more garlic and magic sarap”) while you and crispin man the stoves

you braid basilio’s hair while crispin tunes his guitar!!

and you spend a couple of hours listening to crispin play the guitar, basilio’s head now resting on your lap

crispin’s movie taste are like *film* and *poetic cinema* while basilio might enjoy movies that are so bad they’re good, but you three are all suckers for superhero ensemble movies and horror movies

the boys become really annoying when watching filipino horror movies because they like to point out mistakes in the film “aswangs dont do that” “why would you go there all alone are you stupid???”

“please boys i just wanna watch the movie”

a huge cuddle pile

both boys run hot, so during cold nights (that never happen, bc you live in the philippines) you’re all warm and toasty between them

both light sleepers! they were pretty heavy sleepers when they were kids/teenagers, but the occupational hazard of their jobs require them to be ready at a moment’s notice

they still, however, snore quite loudly

crispin doesn’t ever tend to move positions when sleeping, he wakes up in the same position he fell asleep in

basilio rotates around the bed like hands of a clock

most often falls off the bed, but clumsily climbs back up and cuddles you

really really simpy when it comes to you, though most of the time it’s just you three sharing one brain cell (it’s with you, mostly), they can be quite romantic and cheesy if they want to

crispin probably has his brother as just “Basilio” on his phone, and “Y/N ❤️" for you

basilio has “my love ❤️😍😘💘 ” for you and crispin’s number isn’t even registered lol

nsfw under the cut

nsfw

threesome? threesome

boys barely do anything separately and usually just have a Single Thought in both their heads, so if one is horny, the other one is 69% (lol) horny as well

you realize that crispin doesn’t like to be teased at work, but basilio enjoys it so much

you find this out when you’re alone and horny, so you send a pic of you touching yourself to the boys in your groupchat

crispin sees it first, but doesn’t say anything?? he honest to god just left you on read

meanwhile basilio also sees your pic not too long after and you quickly get a “what the fuck” as a reply from him

like 10 mins later he sends you a pic of him in what looks like a washroom and his cock is straining in his pants

he texts you “had to find a washroom so fucking fast so that ate alex and the police captain doesn’t see me so fucking hard in my pants” and “wanna eat you pussy babe”

crispin does text you when the three are on their way home, not mentioning the picture you sent “we’re on our way home”

and at first you thought he is mad at you bc he didn’t bring the nude up?? does he not want you anymore :(

but the moment they arrive crispin all but sprints to your shared bedroom and sees you there, in your underwear

holds your cheeks in one hand, “what the fuck was that baby, hmm? what did you send us?”

you try to ask if he’s mad bc you sent him a nude, ask him if there’s anything wrong, but he just lets your face go as he takes his suit off, basilio finds his way to your room, locks it, and gives you a kiss

basilio whispers “missed you baby” against your mouth before moving away to undress

crispin, now fully naked in front of you, makes you suck his cock, which is hard and twitching, its tip leaking with precum, he makes you place both his hands on your head, “do you know how surprised i was when i saw a text from you and it’s a picture of you touching your cunt? hmm?” he sighs as he sees you looking up at him, eyes watering as you struggle to take all of his cock down your throat “i had to stop myself from getting hard in front of everyone, baby, basilio couldn’t even do that”

basilio huffs but the boys reposition you so you’re in bed and on your back, crispin kneeling to your side, his cock still throbbing in your mouth, basilio positions himself between your thighs, moaning when he sees how wet you are

basilio removes your panties before rushing to sniff your cunt, groaning in delight--you’re sure his eyes roll to the back of his head before he dives into your cunt

you moan into crispin’s cock and he grunts, shoving more of his cock into your mouth, now moving faster, “i really wanna cum down your throat baby, would you let me?”

you nod and he pushes his cock all the way into your mouth, your nose practically touching his groin and pubes

you gag, for a moment panicked as you try to breathe in, while crispin just eyes you, his cock growing ever harder when he looks at your face wet with tears and drool, he grabs your hair, softly at first, to make sure you’re okay, and when you nod crispin groans as he sets up his pace, groaning as he feels his orgasm building

basilio, meanwhile, is licking and sucking your clit with three fingers knuckles deep in your cunt, and when he starts to feel you spasming, a telltale sign that your orgasm is approaching, he pulls his mouth and fingers out and quickly replacing them with his fat cock

immediately, you and basilio both groan, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel yourself so full of cock

basilio curses under his breath before taking your legs and resting them against his shoulders “fuck, y/n, im sorry i’m not gonna last long” “your pussy got me so fucking hard you tasted so good baby, you know how much i love your little pussy, right?”

crispin groans at this before he pulls his cock out of your mouth, leaning down to kiss you, he then moves down your neck and your tits, making sure he marks your chest

basilio whimpers and thrusts three more times before releasing a long groan, his cum exploding deep in your pussy “fuck baby you feel so good” he manages to pull out and you see his cock wet with his cum and your juices before settling beside you, panting harshly

you barely had the type to recuperate before crispin flips you on your stomach, making sure your face is resting on the pillows before he thrusts into you with a grunt

“fuck, still a tight little pussy after basilio rammed your cunt, huh?”

your eyes rolling, you couldnt do much other than hold onto the sheets and basilio’s hand, moaning loudly when you feel crispin’s fingers on your clit

“can you take one more, y/n? can your pussy take one more load?”

speechless, you nod, trying to grind your ass against crispin’s hips, but his hands on your hips hold you firm

he grunts approvingly, “good baby, take it deep in your pussy okay? and cum on my cock, baby, i wanna feel it”

you cum on his cock, almost violently, and twins groan at the sound of your moaning, and the sight of you spasming and shaking on crispin’s cock

a couple of deep thrusts later, crispin also cums deep into your pussy, his cum now mixed with basilio’s

crispin moves to get a washcloth to clean the three of you up, before all three of you collapse in bed, huddled together, basilio with his arms wrapped from behind--already falling asleep, you rest your head against crispin’s arm

“so, no more nudes when you’re at work?”

crispin laughs softly before pressing a kiss on your forehead, “unless your cunt is ready to take two cocks at once, no nudes when we’re at work”