#maybe I'm looking too hard into this but even during im not running away

[chainreh]

rewatching mygo bc im very sane and normal about this anime its so clear to see that soyo is just using anon as a means to get to tomori. when anon says she wants to do vocals she just doesn't respond and instead talks about they should get a keyboardist and drummer. even when anon gathers up the three crychic members soyo says "how about the three of us try the band again; me, taki, and tomori" and tomori is actually the one who says she wants to do the band with anon too. pushing against playing haruhikage "that songs fine for practice but we should do something else for the performance, maybe a cover" and even dismissing taki when she wants rana to rehearse with them more arghhghhhg i feel so fucking normal about this anime!!!!<3

[lovewithmary]

I need more Alex x reader so maybe a childhood friends to lovers moment, but she’s a redbull driver 👀

Just friends where everyone but them knows they’re bound to be forever and everyone’s like when are they gonna get together. Cute snapshots of just them being sickenly inlove and oblivious. Maybe reader wins a wdc and Alex is so proud he doesn’t care that they’re in public he has to show how much he loves her and kisses her. Or maybe this happens and when one of them is interviewed they reveal they’ve been together for like 8 years at that point of something and everyone’s like jaw dropped shocked because they thought they weren’t together and just pining. Turn it on to everyone else.

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO... ALREADY LOVERS? — AA23

summary: in which the entirety of f1 is waiting for everyone's favorite childhood best friends to get together... only for them to be together the whole time

pairing: filo!redbull driver!reader x alex albon

fc: kathryn bernardo

masterlist

notes: this one was so fun to make i hope you guys like it!

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alex_albon: in honor of yourusername's birthday, here is the annual photo dump of some of my favorite pictures of her throughout the years 🙂🫶

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yourusername: it's been YEARS since this tradition... how have you not run out of photos yet??? ↳ alex_albon: you keep making stupid faces and i can't help but photograph them 🤷

georgerussell63: that dog is afraid of Y/N ↳ yourusername: willow loves me ↳ alex_albon: willow runs away from you every time we go home ↳ yourusername: in my defense, willow stays with your family half the time we're racing, so she probably thinks that we're trying to kidnap her every time ↳ user1: THEY'RE PARENTS YOUR HONOR?

maxverstappen1: this is how i find out that Y/N stole my aviators... ↳ yourusername: sharing is care maximillian ↳ maxverstappen1: how many times do i have to say that isn't my name? ↳ yourusername: your parents named you max emilian, they should've named you maximillian to make it easier ↳ maxverstappen1: redbullracing can i get another teammate? this one's annoying ↳ yourusername: jokes on you, I'm the favorite 🫶 ↳ maxverstappen: you spend more time in the williams' garage than your own team's garage, IM the favorite

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redbullracing: happy birthday to ONE of our favorites, yourusername!

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user1: redbull is trying not to choose their favorite child LMAO ↳ redbullracing: if we choose one, the other will get grumpy

yourusername: look at how nice this photo is, alex_albon take notes ↳ alex_albon: take notes? who do you think redbull asked for a photo of you? 🤔 ↳ user6: not redbull knowing who to get photos of Y/N from 😭 ↳ user7: alex albon, part time f1 driver and full time photographer for Y/N

user2: alex having unlimited photos of Y/N, Y/N's dog staying with the albon's during the season, Y/N hanging in williams' garage to hang out with alex, AND the fact that alex calls his home hers??? AND THEY AREN'T EVEN TOGETHER??? ↳ user3: ALEX AND Y/N AREN'T TOGETHER??? ↳ user2: user3 NO THEY AREN'T, THEY ARE "BEST FRIENDS" 🙄 ↳ user4: doesn't alex live with Y/N half the time? they're basically married at this point ↳ landonorris: trust us, we've tried getting them together, but both of them are too stubborn ↳ georgerussell63: it's like grasping at straws, trying to get those two together ↳ user5: PLEASE not half of the 2019 rookies trying to get the other half together but failing miserably 😭😭

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redbullracing: Y/N L/N. FIRST-TIME WORLD CHAMPION 👑

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user1: MY WIFE IS A WDC LETS GOOOO

user2: is that Y/N L/N who won the 2024 wdc against max verstappen in equal machinery?

user3: congrats on winning champ can’t wait for next season 🎉

user4: once again are we surprised redbull won?

user5: clearly undeserved max was robbed ↳ user6: max isn't gonna fuck you so stop riding his dick so hard

user7: Y/NS MY GOAT

maxverstappen1: congratulations Y/N! very much deserved win for my teammate 🥳

user8: okay but now alex_albon HAS to bag her now, or else someone else will ↳ user9: FR she's a wdc now and even if she wasn't, SOOO many people (including me) want her hand in marriage ↳ maxverstappen1: alex_albon ↳ georgerussell63: alex_albon ↳ landonorris: alex_albon ↳ charles_leclerc: alex_albon ↳ lewishamilton: alex_albon ↳ valtteribottas: alex_albon ↳ schecoperez: alex_albon ↳ lance_stroll: alex_albon ↳ yukitsunoda0511: alex_albon ↳ sebastianvettel: alex_albon ↳ carlossainz55: alex_albon ↳ danielricciardo: alex_albon ↳ estebanocon: alex_albon ↳ zhouguanyou24: alex_albon ↳ pierregasly: alex_albon ↳ kevinmagnussen: alex_albon ↳ logansargeant: alex_albon ↳ oscarpiastri: alex_albon ↳ fernandoalo_oficial: alex_albon ↳ mickschumacher: alex_albon ↳ user10: PLEASE THE WAY THIS SUMMONED THE ENTIRE GRID 😭

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alex_albon: a wdc and her wag 🫶

in all honesty, this was originally going to be a happy anniversary post commemorating our 8th year together, but our anniversary just so happened to coincide with the day you won a wdc, so why not greet you both times?

Y/N, i'm so proud of you and everything you've accomplished. i've seen firsthand what you've done and what you can undoubtedly do in the future and i can't wait to be right beside you when you do it.

i love you so much and congratulations 🫶

tagged: yourusername

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yourusername: i love you so much 🫶 😚

user1: 8 YEARS????? ↳ user2: OH I JUST KNOW THE BOTH OF THEM ARE GIGGLING AT THE COMMENTS RN

georgerussell63: YOU'VE BEEN TOGETHER ALL THIS TIME? ↳ landonorris: ALL THE PLANNING WE DID, ONLY FOR THEM TO BE TOGETHER THE WHOLE TIME? ↳ yourusername: "planning" you locked alex and i into a closet right before a gp and we almost got in trouble??? ↳ alex_albon: remember when they planned a grid dinner but they all mysteriously had other plans so we just had an impromptu date using max's card? (we didn't steal it, one of the guys stole max's card and gave it to the restaurant) ↳ maxverstappen1: I PAID FOR THAT DINNER? WHO STOLE MY CARD? ↳ landonorris: 🙋‍♂️ ↳ yourusername: thank you both btw 🫶

redbullracing: congratulations to the happy couple ↳ williamsracing: we've been waiting for this ↳ yourusername: thank you for the blessing 🫡 ↳ yourusername: (we disclosed our relationship to our teams bc we were scared that they were gonna make us break up or something if one of us was accused of sharing team info)

user3: this means they were together since 2016 and by the time they got into f1, they were 3 years into the relationship 😭

user4: this is so impressive though??? cause i can barely keep a secret for a couple days, but 8 YEARS???

user5: "a wdc and her wag 🫶" THE HIGHWAY IS LOOKING GOOD RN

yourusername: alex albon, my favorite wag 🫡 ↳ alex_albon: Y/N L/N, my favorite wdc 🫡

[motherraid]

I can’t find any rules so if your uncomfortable plz feel free to ignore this but I recently found out that when a afab person sits on someone else lap, they can feel the *throb™*

So I’m currently thinking what would Sebek do if during the Masquerade s/o fem!reader ended up sitting on his lap and he felt the throb. What would he do? Would he get hard or would he wonder what it is?

Can I be ✨🎀 anon plz? If you do those kinds of anon thingies lol

Omg of course???!?!?! It's been so long since I've taken an ask from a named anon what you're so nice 😭😭😭

AND YOU HAD TO PULL A SCENARIO FROM MY FAVORITE EVENT TOO ILY

((Grinding, manipulation/gaslighting(??), boners (lol), slight exhibitionism(?? If you squint i think) more big boy words and can't really think or anything else as a description, IM SORRYYY I NEED CHARACTER EXAGGERATION IT'S AN ADDICTION))

Well, well. Back to lap sitting. It seems you all have a certain taste.

Boring answer is he feels it, gets embarrassed, and asks you to get up before he even begins to feel anything. He'd probably offer you his seat and walk off to find another seat he can sit down in. He's red faced, but that's it.

Fun answer?

I believe that Sebek WILL know where it's coming from. I'm sure he has some knowledge in sex ed or smth and if he doesn't, he's still very smart. He can make the connection and what was causing it easily. And when he looks up at you in concealed confusion, he can tell by your nonchalant expression that you aren't doing it on purpose. He assumes it's a natural thing that you shouldn't be ashamed of. So, by that logic, if you feel something hardening under your ass, surely you can understand that it's just natural, right? It's nothing to freak out over, I mean, who wouldn't get hard when there's such a darling sitting in his lap?

And who could possibly have known that something as simple as a pulse could be so alluring?

I mean, if we're talking sweet ol classic Sebek, he'd probably be aaaaabsolutely mortified. His immediate reaction would be to politely tap you on the shoulder and ask you (in the quietest voice he's ever had in his life) to stand so he can use the restroom. He won't even make it to full erection by the time he's flown from the room lol. And as soon as he makes it into semi-privacy, you won't see him for a good while. Well, at least until he can either will his erection to die or pathetically rub one out in a restroom stall like a loser (lmao). Most likely the former. His pride wouldn't allow him to do something so humiliating. If someone heard or caught him whimpering while he spazzes with his dick in his hand mid orgasm he'd truly never show his face in public again.

If you two are in a relationship then maybe he won't be so quick to run away and pitifully consider jacking off to the feeling of you throbbing in his lap- wishing he could feel your throbbing while deliciously stretched around his dick and welcoming every inch deeper into your warm cunt until either he runs out of inches or you run out of space.

No, no. He may just steadily place both hands on each of your thighs and bury his face into the back of your shoulder. Or the crook of your neck depending on how tall you are.

("Please... Just stay here for a moment. I swear that I'll let you up soon.. But for now I need you to stay put... and try not to move too much." )

And uhm.. Mk so you know it's not a Duke post without some sort or freak in there, and I just can not write something without going feral about it and the only way I can go feral about it is if I exaggerate his character so PERVY SEBEK

So if you somehow had managed to sit down in his lap and he feels his zipper area becoming a bit uncomfortable, you'd better have a strong will. The absolute degrading filth this boy will spew into your ears will either have you grinding into his crotch and begging him for more or trying to muffle your hurt/confused sobs. Best believe he ain't going nowhere, and neither are you for your little stunt. Sure, you may not have been intentionally trying to arouse him, but you are the one who insisted on using him as a seat when there are plenty of places to rest. That must have been what you wanted, huh? To see him all red faced and bothered? You probably like seeing him breaking a sweat, lip between his teeth and digging his digits into the underside of the seat. You must loove making him horny. It's like you get a kick out of it. Is it funny for you? To see him in agony?

Well, two can play at that game. Don't even bother acting surprised when he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you tight to his chest. He might wait for a person or two to pass out of view before his tongue sneaks a quick swipe against your earlobe. His breath is heavy on your neck while he nuzzles his face into your hair. Thank the Seven for the loud(ish) music echoing off the walls, or else anyone a good few feet from you would be able to hear him groaning in your ear. All while one of his hands slowly slides towards the inside of your thigh and gives it a good squeeze.

And don't even think about saying anything. It's all your fault, you know. You just casually decide to sit in a guys lap and act surprised when he gets hard? Just like your enticing second heartbeat, an erection is something that can not be helped sometimes. They can happen anywhere, and every guy can agree to that. So what will it look like when you purposefully sit in his lap, throbbing against his thigh with your ass sat firmly against his crotch? Did you forget you're in a school of boys? They'd understand him in a heartbeat. Some may even say you did it on purpose. You'll only embarrass yourself. So stay still, stay inconspicuous, and stay silent.

Let's be honest, though. He's hanging on by a thread. He's just so embarrassed that you've managed to get him this vulnerable and he's taking that out on you. You feel so warm and smell soo good. It's taking every ounce of restraint to hide his gasps and grunts from the spread crowd around you both. Trust they can't be concealed from you, though. You can hear everything. Not to mention feel everything. It's impossible to ignore him spreading his legs a bit and slowly rolling his hips into you.

If he's miserable and desperate, he'll make you feel even worse. Unless you'd rather sneak away and give him the blow job he deserves for putting up with you. Lend him you pussy for a while and he might even spare you a lecture about public decency once this trip is over. (How hypocritical.)

And he's lying. Of course you'll be getting properly disciplined when this is all over. A hands-on lecture is a must. Best not to worry about that now, though. Just enjoy the moment. He sure is.

("I should have known better than to humor you. To think I actually believed you might have been behaving decently for once.")

[gentlyweeps-world]

Wine and Lies 4

summary: A dinner date turns into a heartbreak. But maybe, you could get revenge.

pairing: carlos sainz x fem! reader, charles leclerc x fem! reader

warnings: alcohol consumption, toxic relationship, cheating, sexual tension, male oral receiving, smut, !!!!!16+!!!!!

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LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

With your head down, you quickly and quietly sneak your way into your and Carlos’s shared apartment, needed to pack up some clothes for you to keep at Charles.

“Back so soon amor?” Carlos chuckles out, having known you’d be stopping by to pack up some stuff after the events of last night.

“You wish..” You scoff out, moving past him in the living room, and going to your room, starting to pack a small bag of essentials and clothes.

"So, you're just going to ignore me?" Carlos asks, following you into your room and standing in the doorway to watch you pack. "At least let me know where you're going tonight. For the sake of your safety."

“You don’t deserve to know that! You cheated on me! Charles is treating me better than you have during our entire relationship Carlos!” You say, irritation evident in your tone as you continue to throw things in your bag.

"So this is how it's going to be?" Carlos asks, hands balled into fists at his side. "We're not going to talk this out? I know I haven't been the best boyfriend, but I've tried for you for years. Isn't that worth something?"

“It was worth something until you cheated on me with that- that whore!” You shout, turning to face him. “You acted like you hadn’t done anything wrong! Well guess what there’s pictures to show!”

"She wasn't some random hookup! She meant something!" Carlos shouts back at you, anger clear on his face. "You know how hard it is to be on the road constantly? I don't always have you around, and I'm human too, Y/n! I make mistakes, just like you. But I guess my feelings don't matter!"

“Fuck you Carlos! Fuck you!” You hiss out, glaring at him. "You know what?" Carlos shakes his head. "Fine. Have fun being Charles's whore. See where that gets you."

“At least he fucks me better than you ever have” You mumble out, saying it just low enough that he’ll barely catch your words.

"What did you say?" Carlos says, moving towards you. “You heard me..” You reply, crossing your arms over your chest. “You heard us that night, the way he fucked me…better than you ever had”

"Shut up." Carlos whispers, grabbing your arm and pulling you roughly against him. "You don't know what you're talking about." “Yes I do..he was so much better than you, I didn’t even have to fake it” You mutter out, purely just saying these words to piss off Carlos.

Carlos slams you up against the wall, his face a few centimeters away from yours. His breathing is heavy, his eyes burning into yours. "You really don't know what you're saying."

“You heard me moan his name didn’t you?” You say with a smirk, “Im pretty sure I know what I’m talking about”

Carlos grabs your neck tightly with his left hand, leaning forward even more until he's practically right on you. "Don't ever speak his name again," he whispers in your ear. He eases up on his grip on your neck, but doesn't let go of you. "You know I can still do what I want with you, Y/n."

“No you can’t..” You mutter out, glaring up at him. Deep down you knew he could still do whatever he wanted to you, because you were still his, even if you didn’t want to believe that.

"Oh no?" Carlos's left hand starts to caress the side of your neck, his thumb slowly running up the side. "I'm pretty sure this body of yours is still mine, cheri."

He lets go of your throat, but keeps you trapped between him and the wall. “Get on your knees..” He mutters out, “What- no!” You say, trying to shove him, but instead he grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks you head to look at him.

“I said get on your knees puta” Carlos seethes out, letting out a huff of annoyance you reluctantly listen to him, getting down on your knees in front of him.

“Undo my belt amor…” He mumbles out, watching you as you follow his instructions, undoing his belt, then pulling down his jeans just enough to expose his boxers.

Seeing you not move quick enough he lets out a slow growl, pulling his boxers low enough to show his cock before he thrusts it into your mouth without warning.

Carlos groans deeply as you take him into your mouth, his cock filling your mouth completely. He grabs a handful of your hair, holding your head still as he begins to thrust roughly into your mouth.

“That’s it..take my fucking cock amor..” He groans out, gripping your hair tight as he fucks your throat, ignoring your gasps and chokes. Carlos grunts and moans loudly, his hips slamming into your face harder and faster as he takes what he wants. His hands grip your hair tighter, holding you in place as he continues to force his cock deeper into your throat.

You place you hands on his thighs to stable yourself, “Hmm better than Charles, huh?” Carlos mutters out. Carlos stops his thrusts for a moment, giving you time to pant out and breath. “He’s still better..” You mutter out panting, trying to take in as much air as possible.

Carlos chuckles darkly, "We'll see about that, cheri." With that, he resumes his rough pace, pushing his cock deeper into your throat again. His hips slam against your face relentlessly, his moans filling the room.

You hit his thighs with your hands, trying to get him to slow down, but, of course, he doesn’t listen.

“You’re going to fucking take it Y/n..” He growls out. He groans deeply as he continues to thrust into your throat, his hips slamming into your face roughly as he takes you roughly. His hands grip your head and hair tightly, almost painfully. "¡Mierda! I’m going to come..!” He moans out

You glance up at Carlos with glossed over eyes, seeing his eyes screwed shut and head thrown back as he thrusts into your mouth a few more times before spilling his cum down your throat.

Carlos pants heavily as he leans forward, his hands still gripping your head tightly. His cock throbs inside your throat as he slowly pulls out, leaving you gasping for air. He looks down at you, his eyes dark with lust and satisfaction.

“Get onto the bed..” He says, cock already growing hard once more at seeing you in such disheveled state.

He pulls his boxers back up and grabs you by the wrist, pulling you roughly towards the bed. "Get on the bed," he demands, pushing you down onto the mattress.

Before you have time to respond his hands are on you, quickly throwing your clothes off of you and parting your legs wide for him, exposing your wet pussy to his sight.

“You’re mine Y/n..” He mutters out, his rough hand parting your pussy lips. “And I’ll have you any fucking way I want.” He growls, slamming his hard cock into you without giving you time to adjust.

“Fuck!” You gasp out, clawing at Carlos’s back at the mix of pain and pleasure. "Fuck yes!" He groans, his hips slamming into you in a brutal rhythm that leaves no room for air. His other hand finds its way to your clit, roughly rubbing it against your sensitive nub as he takes you hard and fast.

“Carlos-! Fuck! Mmm..” You moan out, throwing your head back as you squeeze your eyes shut.

Grunting deeply as he continues to thrust into you, Carlos groans out in satisfaction. "Is this better than Charles, huh? Dime bebe." He mutters out, roughly rubbing your clit with his hand, his hips slamming into you in a relentless rhythm.

“So- so much better than Charles!” You gasp out, eyes meeting Carlos’s darkened gaze. With a smirk, Carlos leans in to whisper in your ear, "I knew it." His hips continue to slam into you as he takes you roughly, his hand never stopping to rub your clit.

The sound of skin on skin, followed by gasps and moans fill the room. Then you could hear Carlos’s phone ring, “Who- is it..” You pant out, holding back a moan, “Fuck- it’s Rebecca..” He groans out, not stopping his pace.

“She can wait..” He mumbles out, leaning down to smash his lips onto yours, moving his hips faster now. "¿Vas a venir? Huh baby?" Carlos growls into your neck, his hips slamming into you relentlessly. His cock throbs inside of you, hitting that spot that makes you see stars.

“Fuck! Yes! Carlos! M’gonna come!” You gasp out, eyes rolling back as you come around him, climax washing over you. "Such a pretty sight," He whispers, kissing your shoulder and collarbone. His hips continue to move against yours, his cock still buried deep inside of you as he chases his own release.

“Ah- mierda!” Carlos moans out, his hips stuttering, “Jodida tomalo puta” He grunts out, hand wrapping around your throat as he comes in you, dark brown eyes rolling back.

He closes his eyes and leans against you, his heavy breathing the only sound in the room. After a few moments, he pulls out of you and rolls onto his side, still catching his breath.

“You’re on the pill right?” He mumbles out, glancing over at you. “Yeah- yeah I am..” You reply, catching your breath. "Good," he murmurs, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair.

———

“Hey what took you so long cheri?” Charles asks. You finally got back to Charles apartment, your bag in hand as you think about how Carlos was fucking into you just twenty minutes ago.

“Oh uh Carlos was being a dick, he wouldn’t let me pack..” You mumble out, setting your bag next to the couch as you sit down and lean on Charles.

“I’m sorry mon ange, how about I get you a glass of wine?” He suggests, running his fingers through your hair.

You smile at him, “That would be great”.

Charles chuckled softly. The anxiety and tension melted away when he saw you smile.

He poured you a glass of wine and handed it to you before sitting down next to you.

“So, why was Carlos being a dick?” He asks, wrapping an arm around you. Guilt and shame fills you, you shouldn’t have gone over there. Charles was being so good to you. But he didn’t know so..maybe it wasn’t that bad?

“He was just..being so childish, he was just trying to turn the situation onto me..” You say, rolling your eyes as you take a sip of the wine.

“He didn’t try anything did he?” Charles asks, eyes meeting yours. “No..no, if he did I wouldn’t have let him..” You say, not wanting to let Charles actually know, it would cause too much damage.

You could see Charles visible de-tense, believing what you told him. “That’s good..” He says, placing his hand on your thigh and rubbing small circles with his thumb.

Charles visibly relaxed when you reassured him nothing had happened between you and Carlos. He continued to rub small circles on your thigh with his thumb as you two sat close on the couch.

“So what did he say?” He asked you, a curious look on his face. “He pretty much just tried guilt tripping me into going back to him, told me to have fun been your “whore’” You say, drinking some more of your wine.

Charles raised an eyebrow as you told him what Carlos had said.

His look turned into a frown and his grip on your thigh tightened. His thumb stopped rubbing circles on your thigh as he thought about what words he should say.

He wanted revenge, revenge on Carlos because that bastard had no right to insult you like that.

Finally, he spoke.

“You’re not my whore”

“I know Charles” You say, looking up at him, “His words don’t mean anything to me, I’ve lost respect to him after he cheated on me..”

Charles’ expression softened as you told him it didn’t mean anything to you.

His fingers went back to slowly rubbing circles on your thigh, his grip tightening every once in a while.

“I’m glad that’s the case… I hate that guy after what he did to you,” Charles muttered and you felt an angry look in his eyes. “I hate him for hurting you like that”

He leaned his head on you, his breathing slightly heavy as his fingers continued to run on your thighs. “Thank you Charles..” You mumble out, pressing a kiss to his head.

Charles chuckled as he felt you kiss his head. He let out a sigh as he looked at you.

His grip tightened on your thigh once more and he leaned closer to you.

He started to place small kisses on your neck as his thumb rubbed circles on your thigh, the action becoming more repetitive, almost massaging in nature.

It was a stark contrast from Carlos. Charles was much more softer, truly paying attention to the smaller things.

But Carlos, Carlos didn’t care. He was rough, despite what many believed. He was toxic. And you craved that, but for now, Charles would do.

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[the-s1lly-corner]

Caine, Jax and Kinger with an kid reader who is like sleepy and very calm most of the time; like having that sleepy voice and is most likely to sleep standing up.

But when someone gives sugar to reader OH BOI

Reader gets eletric, like running around 300 kilometers per hour (Figuratively, not literally) does jumping jacks and starts like accidentally wrecking havoc with their running cuz they keep knocking things on accident while their run, but after an hour or two, reader just... Sleeps on the ground like they didnt almost destroy the entire place an minute ago.

Im going through an hard time in my life and currently your blog has been comforting me, so ilysm! Tyy<3 stay safe!

- ♣️

Caine, Jax, and Kinger x sleepy!kid!reader who gets zoomies (platonic!)

Eeueueuee lemme just say I love this idea so much I remember seeing this when it first got sent in and I just

UGH!!!/pos

Hope you enjoy anon!

CAINE:

I was about to say that he would wear one of those kid baby carrier harness things to carry you around when you fall asleep but then I remembered how short Caine is LMAO... that said I think he would probably like. Idk summon a digital cloud or something to carry you to bed. Very nice very sweet, I think! Honestly I kind of love dad Caine...

Thinks you look absolutely adorable when you do the sleepy wobble when you're standing. Probably calls for nap time periods during IHAs

One day he thought it would be a good day to reward everyone with candy after a IHA and he just

Watches wide eyed when you suddenly start running all over the place. What happened? Is this normal? Are you okay? He tries to zoom after you to catch you before you hurt yourself

Lots of chaos for the next half hour or so. I think he would even resort to sending out bubble to intercept you

Carefully scoops you up when you succumb to the sugar crash and just

Stands there as you fall asleep on him

Very lost very confused, though the sugar rush thing was a myth

JAX:

Very similar event from Caine's part. Everyone is given a piece of candy after successfully completing an IHA. I do think that Caine would still enforce naptime breaks during IHAs during Jax and Kingers pieces too, since I think caine would just generally want to keep this kid friendly/safe but maybe that's just me falling in love with dad caine

But this is about jax

Real quick before we get into the sugar rush, let's talk about your general sleepiness. Honestly I think he would be a little worried about how tired you are all the time... what's that? Jax worried about something? Now that's new!

Jokes aside I think he would try to ask around for any advice on how to boost your energy. Earns him some looks because it's kind of out of character for him. And you know what? It is.. but I think he would be soft for his new adopted kid

Tends to carry you around when you get sleepy, which is often

Now for the sugar rush. One second you're there and the next you're bolting and running around all crazy. I think he just. Stand there flabbergasted for a second because he thinks it's a little funny

Doesnt intervene until you start knocking into things... and almost knock into him

Now we know how fast jax can be, so I think he wouldnt have much issue catching you (assuming that part in the pilot was more than a gag.. it likely was just a gag but I'm feeling silly)

Kind of just holds you up in the air while you flail and try to run away.. before eventually going limp in his grasp

Similar to caine he kind of just stands there. Very taken aback. Thinks it's a little funny though.

"Comeon kid, let's get ya to bed"

KINGER:

Same scenario with the candy after an IHA.. but first, of course, how kinger is with your eepy self

Honestly you two just hang out together in the pillow fort. Its nice and soft and cozy. So even if you werent so tired all the time you would still have a very easy time falling asleep in his fort!

Usually he will take you to your room when it's nighttime... cue the universal memory of falling asleep and waking up somewhere else as a child

Always makes sure you're tucked in and with your favorite plushie... now kinger would have a baby harness and be able to carry you around when you get tired

Let's out a yelp when you suddenly get your sugar induced zoomies. Tries to run after you but you're just way too fast. I think some of the others would take some pity on him and try to help him. Probably pomni, ragatha, and gangle.. zooble cant be bothered and jax is just laughing at the situation because it aint his kid.. caine may try to help if hes still hanging around

Panics when you suddenly slump over and fall asleep on the floor. Is going to have to be reassured that you did not just

You know... and that you're just asleep

Makes a mental note to limit sugar

...its not even real sugar.. its digital.. bro is beside himself trying to make sense of it

[short-and-ugly]

here hold on im gonna make a thing no one besides me is gonna care about

skoodgeisms dependent on company:

skoodge with zim: fully open and way too eager (genuinely has fun, silly business) doesnt actually salute to zim, ive noticed. he respects him but i think that respect is the kind that puts them around the same level as each other. (doesnt mean skoodge Doesn't put zim on a figurative pedestal -- just that he sees him as more 'equal' than, say, the hobo sergeant or the tallest) funny little guy with funny little words :3

(added the entire danceghost segment here because i love it dearly. look at him. panic boy ultimate. supreme.)

skoodge with irkens/irken-adjacent (squad sergeants/commanders/figures of authority): quick to salute fun words (hoo-ah) and out of place body/hand motions happen only when he gets in over his head/too excited. feels a lot more plain and "conformed" (as though attempting to fit in?)

even with zim involved, skoodge is... kinda dramatic throughout hobo-13 in a way that he isnt in any of the unfinished episodes. like. serious-dramatic. trying too hard to be a stone-faced irken brute that he thinks everyone else thinks he should be.

(Yes sir! I am your loyal- [gets his ass punted and sent careening down a cliff])

... kinda like how he is with the tallest during battle of the planets!

(the dialogue is wrong in this transcript... anger >:( )

So Zim involvement does not override other-irken-company involvement, but it does override other-not-irken-company. so say, skoodge is with the other invaders on conventia during the assigning and zim walks up next to him -- he quickly and quietly backs away because that is a public space, and doing anything to imply that he might have somewhat of a cordial relationship with zim would put him on... hot burning coals. to put it lightly.

and when skoodge is with the hobos, he treats zim with respect, but that's because zim is the leader of the group -- skoodge is probably at least somewhat aware of the fact that the tallest (and others) are watching him right now. he is treating zim... a lot like a stranger. curt words and mostly not talking to him directly unless addressed or thinking his skillset might be useful to zim.

... at the end, though, you see some of his actual personality start to leak through!

(Zim -- I escaped from the canyon -- I made it! I'm aLiiive! [immediately gets crushed by the sergeant])

(seeking validation -- he didnt need to come all the way out here, to say that to zim, specifically. he was still doing the test for the tallest the same as zim was, yes, but youd think if anyone knew to keep their mouth shut around zim for the sake of their own luck/lives/whatever, it would be skoodge. and yet! he doesnt!)

im feeling like... the adrenaline high from running through the entirety of the hobo-13 course, with a hogulus still chasing after him, probably made him a little excitable and lose his cool composure.

anyways that was a tangent. uh.

when skoodge is with other company. he is. awkward. (see: ghost scientist scene). though this is undoubtedly because of the situation (undercover during a supposed mission) hes still noticeably different from how he behaves on hobo-13! i think maybe this is just because earth is foreign territory that hes yet to learn. still thinks of it as a hazardous filthy wasteland of a planet with threats he hasnt properly assessed.

i think... if he were with company, not irken, and without the looming threat of being discovered and dissected (earth, humans, blorch, rats) then he would still be plain and awkward, honestly? kinda like sizzy when he fails to match zim's energy ('i wasnt laughing?') lots of ums and awkward silences and coughs and flies buzzing and crickets chirping.

hmmmm. yeah. good stuff <3

[jihyoruri]

the angst would honestly work so well tho. never asked cause everyone had this happy vibe and i was SO scared of getting jumped.

i can imagine yn becoming aware of how close and comfortable she got with hanni, so she'd just start avoiding her without explanation. poor hanni on the other hand would reach out for the girl during the first days, trying her best to justify her actions, only to get to a point when she just can't do that anymore. hanni would be like a few steps away from depression. staying in her dorm room all day, eating the bare minimum, being too scared to open her socials or to go live, only talking with her friends through the locked door, she would genuinely be a mess. like she felt so good when she was with yn, she would melt all her stress & problems away, maybe they were young but if someone were to ask her she could definitely envision yn in her future. during music shows they would look at each other across the crowded rooms, yn looking at hanni like she just saw her worst nightmare and hanni looking at yn like it's their last day on this planet, both ignoring the people that are talking to them. fans would go crazy and constantly ask why hanni doesn't talk about paranoia anymore or put their songs on live, why her and yn don't get spotted anymore, why they haven't commented on each other's post in a long time, why they haven't interacted in so long in general, and hanni would fight back tears and end her livestreams as soon as the chat would get flooded by these types of questions. maybe i'm too much of a drama queen but i can't help it, i think that at some point hanni's sadness would turn into anger and she'd finally find the will to fight back, she'd try ANYTHING to face yn but the latter just kept avoiding her so hanni showed up in paranoia's dorms. before any of the three members could ask how hanni even knew where their dorms were, she'd ask yn a million questions, only to get always the same answers ("i never liked you", "there's someone else", "it meant nothing to me" all the bullshit like this you hear me?). hanni would grow progressively more impatient, AND HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE she'd slap yn SO GODDAMN HARD, to either hurt her fr or smack some sense into her, or maybe even both (hanni herself wasn't sure on why she did that) before storming out of their dorms. yn would stay still for a couple of minutes that surely felt like hours if not DAYS, not because of the pain, but because WHEN DID HANNI BECOME LIKE THIS)?????)???? but on a side note that would actually make her realize how far she went.

also i think that everyone is aware of yn's personality most of the people just thought about a redemption ark or some shit like that idk 🤔😭

honestly I feel like if hanni was ranting to yn about these things she wouldn’t be like “I never liked you” and stuff you said she would be more like “you knew what you were getting into, I don’t do relationship's.”

imma be so fr if hanni was to slap yn it would literally be an instinct for yn to slap her back ngl LIKE SORRY BUT the way yn wouldn’t hesitate and like she would even shock herself like it was just instinct, like living with boys has really changed her survival instinct and she’s swinging on instinct.

like after hanni leaves and everything the only thing running through yn’s mind is no way she just put her hands on me like let’s actually think about who paranoia!yn is she would def be thinking about that slap more than the reason of the slap like the guys would be like “why did you hit her back?!” and she would be like “because she hit me… really hard it was just instinct IM SORRY.”

honestly I don’t rlly get the redemption arc thing when it comes to paranoia!yn because what redemption does she need? she’s not like wow!yn who can be a complete asshole she’s just someone who’s not comfortable with relationships, you can soften her up but you can’t change who she is yk?

[floralembarrassment]

hiii !! idk why but im looking for something sad. Could you maybe write regulus accidentally hurting James feeling during an argument but realising what he said and apologise to James after. thank youuuu

have a nice day 🤗

Anon said let the fluff be gone! This was a great request even though it will hurt... you get what you ask for! with love

No Filter (1/1) (jegulus)

"James would just mind your own business for once! Not everyone wants or needs your help! Could you just stop pretending like you know anything at all about what I'm going through? You and your perfect little life!"

Regulus was fuming. He was angry and trying too hard to push down too many emotions. His filter was long gone, and he was doing what he did best when he was hurt and trying to run: he cut deep...

Regulus watched as James' face fell. His whole body sighing with defeat and pain. James thought Regulus was the only one who understand that even though his life was good, really good, he still struggled and wished he had a clearer reason for his own pain. And James would take a lot from Regulus, but this was just mean, intentional and hurtful. So, without saying anything James just turned around and walked away.

"Fuck," Regulus whispered to himself the second James was on the move. He had had a moment to breathe, to process what he said, to kick himself for being his parents son. He knew it was fair to James for him to treat him like a punching bag, let alone pull the deepest of his secrets up to use against him.

"James wait!" Regulus called.

James stopped. Before turning around he debated whether or not to keep walking. If Regulus meant it he would have let him go.

"What?" James said dejectedly. Always giving the chances. This wasn't a chance though, it was more of a test. Both Regulus and James knew it and both equally wanted Regulus to pass it.

"I - I" Regulus began. His hand outstretched and as James raised an eyebrow at him, Regulus dropped his hand. He held his gaze, "I'm sorry." Regulus said.

"For what?" James challenged. It was big enough for Regulus to apologize, but James needed to know he knew what he was apologizing for.

"I'm sorry for saying what I said. I know your life circumstances are not consistent with what you know, and what you have felt, and and I shouldn't have thrown that in your face. I was thinking but that's not an excuse, you don't deserves that. You were just trying to help." Regulus said. He was still his matter-of-fact self, but James knew he meant it.

"Apology accepted," James said.

Regulus took a tentative step closer, watching to see how James would react, which he ultimately welcomed Regulus in. He held him for a moment and kissed the side of Regulus curls, but then pulled away.

"I need a bit of space and I think you do too. I'm not mad at you, and I still accept your apology but I'm just a bit hurt so let's just each take a time out okay?" James said with a heavy heart.

Regulus just nodded, "okay."

"I love you, and I'll see you at breakfast yeah?" James said.

"Yeah okay, I'll see you in the morning," Regulus said. And he let James walk away this time, because he meant it and he knew they would both come back together tomorrow.

[chiiyuuvv]

ACADEMIC RIVALS - YUJUN °

• PAIRING — yujun x reader

• GENRE — enemies to lovers, academic enemies to lovers (hence the name ^^), tiny bit of angst.. yeah no I think that's it

• WORD COUNT — 1k

• AUTHORS NOTE — was supposed to post this earlier </3 (request on wattpad)

MASTERLIST!

"Congratulations!!" you bow at the compliments, kissing the golden trophy that you earned with very, very hard work. The ceremony just finished, so you walk backstage, letting out a scream of joy.

"Probably cheated," you cock your head to the voice, watching a blonde headed boy eye you from across the room. "Probably just jealous," you answer back, inching towards the boy.

Jung Yujun. Your rivial. Well, only your rival when it comes to academics. You dont talk when you're not in school. It all started when yujun cheated during the first grade spelling bee. You were so close to winning, the second to last person standing when you got the word "favorite."

Maybe it was the anticipation, the excitement to get the spelling bee over with when your mind went blank.

"F.. a.. v.."

There was a boy standing next to you, and he could tell you were struggling. He tapped your shoulder, mouthing a letter to help you out. You had grown quite fond of this boy, you would even say you had a small crush on him. So of course you trusted him.

"F, a, v, r, o, i, t, e." You spelt out each word with confidence, a small smile on your face when you hear a snicker. And another, and another, until the whole class was laughing. You eyes widen with terror as you watch your teacher shake her head, asking the boy next to you the same question and him answering it perfectly.

He had lied to you, and now he was the winner. The rest was history; you lashed out on him and ever since then you hated each others guts. Some called you childish, others say you'd like each other in the future but you always shaked it off. Maybe you were still a little heartbroken, but you spent years getting back at him.

"Just let me have my moment, wont you?" You scoff, laying another kiss on the trophy. "Ew, dont make out with it." Yujun makes a sour face. "And you did cheat." He finishes. "You whispered jinsik for help when you werent supposed too."

"Jinsik.. my teammate??" You laugh. "Those were the rules yujun, I really don't know what to say." You step towards him, and to your shock he does too.

"Why do you talk about jinsik all the time anyway?" You flash back to the amount of times yujun glared at him, how his jaw would always tighten whenever jinsik made you laugh. "Do you have a crush on him or somethi- oh my god you're jealous!!" You slap his arms repeatedly as yujun scoffs, his ears turning pink.

"I do no-"

"Everything makes sense now," you cut him off, a smile on your face. Yujun rolls his eyes, turning his body away from yours as you notice how pink his ears were. "Aww your ears!!" You coo, leaning to touch his ear when he pushes your body away.

"S-stop.." he blushes more as you giggle at him, leaning to touch his ear again. "I said stop!!" His voice gets deeper as he pushes you again, the force making you fall on your butt, your arm running against a sharp edge.

"Oww.." your eyes water as you look down your arm, the red blood tinkling out as you wince, looking away. "Oh my god!!" Yujun panicks, looking around for a first ad kit. "I'm so sorry!!" He repeats endlessly, finding the first ad in a cabinet and rushing to your arm.

Grabbing it softly, he pats your arm with a cloth. "I-im so sorry, I didnt mean to push you that hard and now your bleeding, oh my god this is all my fault, I so sor-"

"Yujun." You cut him off, making him stop and look up at you. His eyes looked damped as he blinks a tear away. "Its not your fault.. I was pushing your buttons anyway." You reason, but yujun wasn't hearing it.

"I'm sorry.." he repeats again, his voice soft as he cleans up his cut. Although you hated, you felt your heart soften. Yujun was always big and bad, he never showed this side before. "Its okay.." you whisper, squeezing his hand. You smile softly at him, and after a while he returns it, looking down again.

After cleaning your cut, he sits beside you, leaning his head against the wall. "You've never been this nice before.." you break the silence, yujun looking over at you. "Yeah.." he chuckles before thinking. He has never been this nice towards you before.

"Why are you being so nice to me again?"

"Because I hurt you." He answers simply. "I always hurt you." He smiles sadly.

"Yujun I-"

"This is all my fault. I shouldn't have told you the wrong answer during that spelling bee thing." He chuckles, shaking his head. "I realized I told you the wrong answer as you were saying it. I should've said the wrong answer too so I could stand next to you that day. I ruined all of my chances with you."

"Chances..? Yujun, did you like me?"

"A lot." He nods. "I still do, but you hate me now. I would hate me too."

"Yujun.."

"I wish I could so back in time and change everything."

"Yujun!!" You cup his cheeks, making him stop talking again. His eyes widen for a second before a smile comes. "Aw you look so cute." He boops your nose.

"You shouldn't say that to yourself yujun."

"Everything that I said was true," he shrugs, "theres no use of denying it."

"I like you too, jun."

"Aww you dont have to lie to make me feel better, after I made you hurt for all these years."

That's it, you couldnt take it anymore.

"Why are you leaning so close??"

You peck his nose. "Y-yahh what are you doin-" Lifting his face, you press a soft kiss on his lips. A kiss sound echoes throughout the empty room when you break it a couple seconds later. Holding yujuns face close to yours, you give him a stern gaze. "If you dont stop talking I'm going to kiss you again."

"But I-"

Kiss.

[buckyalpine]

hii so im not sure if you’re taking requests but if you are could you maybe to one where readers dog is having to be put down and she’s like rlly rlly upset and bucky comforts her? just like fluff x100 Im going through this right now and idrk what to do :/ thank you if you make it and if not I love all of your other works :)

Warnings: pet loss, angst, fluff

I don't even have a pet myself (I do babysit one) and this made me bawl ffs. I'm ugly crying so hard writing this rn. I'm so sorry this is something you have to go through, I'm sending you all the hugs, every single hug imaginable.

I imagined this with beefy Bucky, where he's still uncomfortable with physical touch which is why his comfort is so significant here.

You walked into the compound with red puffy eyes, you hoped and prayed that you wouldn't run into anyone because you didn't need anyone asked you what was wrong. Your sweet baby looked at you with tired eyes from the crate, it was like they knew. They blinked before putting their head down again, resting on one of their favorite teddies to play with.

You felt another wave of tears seeing them close their eyes, too tried to stay awake till you got to your room. You tried to get there as fast as you could before the cries escaped your lips. Bucky watched you carefully as he sat in the kitchen with his coffee, distress was evident on your face but he didn't want to pry. You ran to your room and locked the door, taking your fur baby in your arm for a final day of loving and hugs.

"I'm sorry baby" You whimpered, holding them close to your chest. They nuzzled into you, their paw on your shoulder, looking up at you and licking away some of the tears. Their eyes looked happy, as if they was ready. They knew it was their time and they needed you to know too.

It's okay mama.

You spent the day doing everything you could with them, giving them all the treats you could, taking them to their favorite spot in the park and giving them all the belly rubs you could. You took as many pictures as you could; you knew it would hurt each time you looked at them but you never wanted to forget this day.

Evening rolled around and you felt inconsolable. They slept by your side while you cuddled them close, you knew they had lived a long life. You'd given them every ounce of love you could but it still didn't feel like enough. If you could have just one more day. One more.

*****

You arrived back to the compound, all their little things in a box. Their collar. A little tag with their birthday date. A little clay mold to remember their paws. You hadn't told anyone because the sympathy would have hurt more but now the silence that filled your room was unbearable.

Bucky walked by your room, hearing your soft cries and the absence of paws pattering on the floor. His heart dropped, connecting the dots, he knew you didn't say anything but there was no way he was going to leave you alone during this time.

"Y/n" He knocked your door softly, while calling for you, only getting a muffled whimper in response. He opened the door, to find you wrapped up in your blankets, your face buried into your pillow to silence your sobs.

"I'm here, its okay" He didn't second guess anything, pulling you into his lap and tucking your body against his large frame. He wrapped his arms securely around you, surrounding you with his warmth, your hear resting under his chin. He made you feel protected, like you had someone to look after you again; less untethered while he held you firmly.

You tried to bite your lip to keep your cries in but the stronger he held you the harder it was to keep everything inside. Your face was in his chest, tears soaking his shirt as you let all your emotions go, melting into Bucky's arms.

"I'm here, I'm here angel, shhh" Bucky's voice was soft, his lips pressing soft kisses onto your head. His hands soothed you, rubbing your skin while your body trembled, his heart breaking because he'd only ever seen you smile.

The night wasn't easy, you'd woken up searching for your baby, only to find their spot empty. Bucky made sure he was there for you the entire time, holding you to his chest,

"Do you want to talk about it?" He whispered when he knew you were unable to fall asleep. You swallowed thickly, your throat feeling hoarse. Had anyone else asked you, you may have said no but Bucky was different. You nodded, recalling all the memories you had from when they were a puppy and all the adventures you had along the way.

"You loved them so much, couldn't have asked for a better mama" Bucky smiled down softly at you, his hand lacing with yours. "You took such good care of them. Even if it was just for a little while, you made them really happy. Showed them so much love. That's all they ever knew, how much you loved them"

You nodded, sniffling while he continued to hold you.

"Now you have all these beautiful memories with them. Those will never go away. They'll always be with you y/n, always" He kissed your forehead while you closed your eyes, your heart feeling a tiny sliver of peace. Even if you didn't have them forever, you had the best few years with them and you wouldn't have traded that time for the world.

"You can cry if you want to, I know the pain won't go away but you don't have to hold it inside. I'm always here to listen if you need"

And true to his word, Bucky made sure he checked in with you regularly. He had no problem hugging you through the night. During nights you found it difficult to be in your room, he quickly carried you over to his. The rest of the team were surprised to see him let anyone else there but he didn't feel an ounce of discomfort.

He knew pain. He thought about all the time all he needed was a hug and how he was met with cold silence instead. He would never let that happen to one of the sweetest people he'd ever met. No. He'd make sure you got the love you deserved. He coaxed you to get out more. Small walks. Trips to the coffee shop. Anything to keep you away from locking yourself in your room.

*****

He held you close, your head resting on his chest, his heart beat lulling you to sleep. You finally felt a sense of acceptance but the warmth of his arms was something you wanted to hold onto.

"Thank you Bucky" You whispered, snuggling further into his hold, it was clear to both of you, you wouldn't be leaving his arms ever any time soon.

"Of course angel" Bucky smiled softly, stroking your hair. He'd hold you forever as long as you felt safe.

[greensagephase]

Dropping this at your inbox and then running away…

Haha no but seriously

I’ve talked to you about how I’m trying to work on Peter and his looks, I’m still figuring out how to draw him on my own style…

But in this case while I was looking for references I found a picture of the model on whom Peter Parker of insomniac videogame is based on and I just thought he looked so freaking cute there I melted 😭😭😭, im actually now obsessing over him , and I decided to try copy the picture (although the drawing it’s not that close to the style I’m focusing on my Peter drawings, it’s a lil bit different cause also I don’t know how to stick into a style yet I’m still figuring it out).

Anyway my thoughts just kept leading me on the fact that this would be a perfect picture that my Spider would have on her wall, one of the many she has of her Peter, it would probably have been taken by her on a date night where she took an improv picture of him looking at her softly 🥺🥺🥺🥺 or smth like that, idk I keep picturing lot of soft scenarios for Peter that I think I’m going insane.

So I drew a picture frame over it and her hands caressing the picture (?) Poe maybe giving it a kiss before putting it back on the wall, like it happened on one of the chapters of NVC, cause I’m a sucker about all those sweet tender moments where she remembers Peter, means so much to me, cause even before all these Spiderverse things and hyper fixations over Miguel, Peter(Spider-Man) is my favourite super hero so he has a special place in my heart.

So yeah here it is, a lil rendition to my Peter, that can change when I figure more out his style rather than basing him that much on the model hehe

No, the way I opened the ask and saw the drawing - let me just give you a mental picture of me - just imagine a woman sitting at her desk and looking at her laptop and then opening this and she just starts banging her fist on the desk and trying very hard not to scream too loud but also hyperventilating BECAUSE THIS IS SO FREAKING CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!! AND TENDER, AND SWEET AND ANA YOU GOT ME INTERNALLY SCREAMING AND REALLY CRYING!!!!!!!!!

The actor/model for Peter in the insomniac videogame - I think I'm going to start obsessing over him, too, don't mind me because HE'S SO CUTE!! Talking about him with you also makes me want to play the videogames even though I suck at those type of games but I'm seriously considering playing it!! (I've tried just swinging around and it was so much fun, hehe!!)

You got me CRYING over how this would be a photo of Peter on your spidersona's wall - you're SO RIGHT!!!!! And the little backstory on how this would be taken during a date night and reader capturing this moment randomly and the way it would be just one of the many, many, many times of Peter just staring at reader like this, with such pure love and adoration for her - I'm not doing well at all, I have REAL TEARS in my eyes right now just thinking about it!!!

🥺😭 It's so so crazy and I mentioned it so many times before to @sunsetdoodler but I never imagined reader's Peter to become so important to me - like, I'm fully attached to this character even though he's not an active character in the story but every time I write about him, my heart melts. PETER AND READER LOVED EACH OTHER SO MUCH!!!! Their love was so beautiful and special - and I'm rambling now but I love talking about our Peter so much and seriously, this is so freaking sweet, tender, and beautiful to think about. I mentioned it in my message but sometimes I get the urge to write something about Peter and reader - like a regular day in their lives and how they interacted before he passed away in a one-shot but I swear - I don't think my heart could take it. I would be crying the entire time, I think 😭😭

AND OMG READER GIVING IT A KISS LIKE SHE DID IN THAT PART my brain can't think of which part specifically rn but I know which one you're talking about and I'm crying even more now when I have a mental image of what that picture looks like!!!!! I'm not doing well but in a good way, I swear!!! 😭😭😭

Also, I feel you so much!!! Peter (Spider-Man) has always had a special place in my heart even since I was a kid. Spider-Man was the first superhero I watched on theaters (Tobey Maguire's Peter) and ever since then, Spider-Man has been one of my top favorite superheroes!! No matter what new superhero pops up, Spider-Man is always there for me!!!

Ana, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING THIS WITH ME 😭❤️ It's made my night and even though I'm crying, they're happy tears!! Also, I'm so excited to continue to see your Peter take shape as you work on him and find your style drawing him. What I've seen already has a chokehold on me !!! 😭 THANK YOU!!!!!! 🥺❤️

[canary-song]

Tomorrow I'm getting my wisdom teeth removed! Tonight, I'm paying too much attention to color symbolism. Drabble below the cut;

(In which Noir Peter returns home after the Collider Incident, briefly seeing in color, only for everything to fade as his universe reminds him how long hope lasts when you're a hero in a city like this. In which Robbie is dead. In which sunsets are orange until they aren't.)

(Writing inspired minorly by this post, by @im-a-luxury , which was mostly discussing ATSV, but got me thinking about post-ITSV noir)

...

Peter learns about color, or rather, the full spectrum of color is forced upon him, during the Collider incident. It's too much, and it's always going to be too much - this isn't something he can will away or exposure therapy out of. Bright light is one thing he already has trouble with in his own world, but color is a greater beast.

Nonetheless, it's beautiful - unforgettable. It's spectacular in a way he has no words from his world to describe. It sticks with him.

He goes home.

And there's a cube in his pocket that he takes everywhere, when it feels safe to, and even if he leaves it there for days at a time without looking, it's a slight weight and a great reminder. It centers and grounds, making simple concepts he had barely had the time to grasp.

He comes home, and the memory of it in his hands, a blue sky overhead, clicks, shimmers. He thinks the sunset he's facing through the window might be orange to him, even if it's only a dream.

As he lets the hours tick by arguing back and forth over the correct amount of commas for an honestly disgracefully run-on bit of prose with Robbie, he decides that what he's looking at must be purple. Primaries, secondaries, cool and warm tones, they were terms that he was given and quickly lost, but the visual memory sticks, however unreadable.

Hooved hands steady a blue and red tile together on the side facing him, and he is told that they create purple when mixed.

Purple.

Robbie wears purple.

It's bright in his eyes, even if the person opposite him can't even see it, doesn't have the words to describe it - Saturation, value, hue - No, Peter doesn't have those words either, minus value, perhaps. But it's purple, and it fits, like a finished face, a portion of a puzzle solved.

He commandeers a scarf while visiting the Robertson household, and lets a tie go missing in exchange. He finds that he is often orange. Orange, like sunsets, he remembers. Was that yellow and green? Does it matter? They match. The puzzle slots.

He finds it odd, on the days he really considers it, how exposure changed his view. The reality that he's surrounded with - black and white, varying shades between greys - is a direct affront to the ideal his mind tries to fit beside it. The color isn't there, he knows, but something about it is tangible in a way that doesn't feel as fake as it should.

Is this hope?

He likes to think hope is purple.

And then, of course, like everything does in time, like black fabric left in the sun over weeks, bleaching to white, the cube begins to change.

It starts slow:

Maybe he doesn't move quickly enough, maybe a stray bullet puts his left shoulder out of commission, maybe he doesn't catch the person that kills the local newsboy's mother. The night after, he tries writing an apology with his right hand, and the words scrawl at a 20 degree slant downwards.

(The red face of the cube matches the grey of the table from where it sits staring at him as he abandons the effort altogether.)

Maybe he considers standing trial after he fails again to save someone, but he knows that the mask is as much his face now as anything else on it is. Is this how Osborne felt? A scar intersects the edge where his hair meets his forehead and goes down, like a mirror of the stitching he gave to the Spiderman’s face.

(The blue looks similar to the green - it's hard to discern, like it's spilling. He doesn’t see stars in New York’s sky through the smog, and what blue there might have been begins to fade.)

Maybe he gets ground into the wood panel floor under the fists of someone that has killed more than there are seats in a theater. He coughs up blood when he manages to roll over, and it's black - it's always been black, what other color could it be?

(The yellow and white are the same. The cube collects dust. He considers putting it in a drawer to forget about. He can't bring himself to until. Until.)

Maybe red and blue find no union in passing hands or shades. Maybe the sunset was only ever grey and grey and grey until black.

Maybe he doesn't board the boat that brings Robbie home.

Maybe he takes the second ship instead.

Maybe it didn't matter.

(Orange is the color of sunsets, fires, endings, and denouements. Even the venom of a closed-shut finality is robbed of the world.)

He doesn’t find a high rooftop to watch the sun makes its bed among clouds - white on grey on blooming black. After all, it’s already night when they dock at shore, Ellis Island behind them.

He takes the long walk home.

(The cube is posited into the black to sleep. No sunlight reaches it, and still it bleaches, completely, finally. It is set to rest, like the sun before they made it home, like purple under a scalpel, unlike Peter.)

He doesn’t sleep.

He has nothing to do but let go.

[icharchivist]

*connecting the dots* So

What about Zack and Cloud helping each other in and out of their armor, I'm gonna call it for the sake of simplicity

the irony is that i don't even need to "imagine" it because it did happen.

When they were on the run and Cloud was in a vegetative state, Zack had to take care of him, and one of the first things he did was to replace Cloud's infantry armor and put a First Class Soldier's outfit on him because it was the only thing he could find to swap his clothes to. He had to do it because Cloud's initial armor was imbued with mako (so something that would poison him), but still Zack took the time to praise Cloud and tell him this outfit was fitting him so well, even though Cloud could never reply to him.

Zack worked so hard to take care of Cloud during the months that followed their escape and with that in mind it's clear to me that he had done everything he could to keep Cloud clean and safe and alive in any way possible.

But maybe it doesn't really count since Cloud was not really in a state to process all of this, though the pain of an intimacy that only exists for the sake of taking care of Cloud is just... oh the pain of it all.

But if we go back to the trope straight up, even there it's just... like, pre-incident:

I could imagine Cloud just being insecure about himself and maybe stumble on his armor, and Zack will cheerfully propose to help him. Cloud would find this awkward, especially since Zack is technically higher than him on the Shinra's hierarchy, and it would be weird to ask your Superior for help, but Zack just sees his buddy in need of help so he would help out right away. He'd diffuse the awkwardness by joking he would mess up his armor all the time when he just joined in and his friend Kunsel always had to lecture him about it, but Zack mentions it's just a skill that you pick up and will encourage Cloud saying that he'll get used to it, since he keeps getting better and better and will likely rise up in the hierarchy in no time. which would all fluster Cloud a lot.

And with Zack being as forgetful as he can be when he's in a hurry, i could imagine him running up to a training sessions once with his equipment barely holding on into places, especially in the back, and Cloud is a bit awkward pointing it out but once he does Zack just laugh that, see, he too struggle once in a while and Cloud would be embarrassed but touched at the same time, so he'd get bold and offer his help, that Zack is really easy to accept all while smiling big because "told you so, that you'll get it in no time"

And while when Zack was doing it Cloud could barely even look at him, when Cloud does it Zack just looks at him softly seeing how much Cloud is still gaining confidence to point those things out and all of that.

... so now i think im feeling unwell thinking about all of this thanks anon!

[rivangel]

i love writing sad pining protective levi and im on a kid/teen levi kick rn. ANGST and HURT COMFORT featuring: levifar. levi’s first time snuggling for warmth with his friends. i’m calling this makeshift refuge when it goes up on ao3

wc: 1.7k

//references to death

"They won't know," Levi murmurs, spreading the tarp across the round window. Its size is what allowed them to all climb inside. On cue, Farlan pushes in the little blade with the heel of his hand, pinning it in place.

Isabel huddles a few feet away, the attic is that small. A cut canvas sack that used to hold potatoes is hugged over her shoulders, so besides the wet stench of dust in the moldy attic, starch permeates the air. A shitty form of a tease by the universe, since they don't have enough of anything to fill their bellies.

"But what if they h-hear?" she hisses.

"They won't hear anything."

"H-How do you know??" Isabel squeaks.

"Because we'll be quiet," Levi answers, cold and hard. He forces the cold not to affect his voice.

Farlan shushes them both. It's dark, too dark but to make out the vague shape of Farlan's face, but Levi can sense raises to place on his shoulder in comfort. “Levi’s r-right.”

Levi brushes him off, and shivers.

Farlan isn't deterred. "W-We have a good thing going here," he says. "If they g-go out during the day, maybe we'll be able to eat."

Earlier today, Levi and Farlan scouted out this place shoved into the corner of the 3rd Underground District. It's mind-numbingly cold and the streets are clogged with garbage, but unlike the more desolate districts, liquid sewage doesn't run down the streets, and there's no one going at it in alleyways. The streets are mostly empty. Very few down here can afford to live someplace where there's some semblance of a housing market.

A few adults live below. Levi is pretty sure it's a halfway house for strung-out folks who want the Wall religion but are too poor to get up there and worship. They don't get any charity. No one does. Nobody cares about the Underground.

No. Very few are strung out and begging in the streets, but everyone is freezing to death. It happens every year. It's too cold for the ODM—Farlan figured that out the hard way when he hit the Underground floor tumbling from frozen wires—so they had plenty to look at on the journey here.

"Could we s-sneak down there tonight?" Isabel whispers. There's a soft thump as Farlan carefully plants himself down beside her, the whisper of coarse fabric as they wrap themselves in the makeshift refuge from the cold.

"Lev-vi?"

"No." He remains by the window. "We don't know who's sleeping. One could be up."

"...Who's gonna stay up to listen?"

Levi thought this was so obvious he didn't even mention it. "I will."

Silence means agreement. Isabel huffs as she lays down and curls up. She's by-far the smallest of them, despite Levi. She's barely grown into her pigtails yet.

"Well?" That's Farlan, his voice moving in and out as he gets comfortable. "Are you c-coming?"

His feet stay planted where he is, at first. He can't stand sentry all night, he guesses, so he crouches down and feels around for the edge of the "blanket", then crawls underneath it. Isabel shuffles.

"Hey," Levi says quickly. "Personal space."

Farlan snorts.

"Fine, fine, prude…” Isabel inches back and turns around. Farlan is probably holding her.

Levi tucks himself small, his knees touching his chest, shivering silently while the discomfort he feels is loud and visceral. They war with each other.

"How are we the same age, but you're so small?" Farlan jokes.

Levi tenses. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Uh—"

"I'm probably older than you."

Farlan makes an injured sound. "Says who?"

"Me."

In truth, Levi doesn't know. As far as he's concerned, he was never really a kid. Never played that part. If he hung onto that, he'd be dead.

Isabel snickers at them both. Farlan hushes her. He tells her, “Go to sleep.”

"I can't," she whispers. "I'm being stabbed by Levi's bony ass."

"Tch." He inches away so he has a little fraction of space to himself. "Better?"

A little less than the edge of the blanket lays halfway over his shoulder. He can't tell if it's him shaking or everyone else making the potato sack vibrate.

No one answers. It's too cold to talk. The type of chill that replaces your veins with icesicles, punctures right down to the bone and makes a home in it.

He closes his burning eyes, listening for sounds of footsteps underneath them. It’s his only distraction. His mind drifts.

Then he opens his eyes to silence.

It's silent?

Levi blinks and looks over his shoulder. Those two are still faintly shivering, but not by much, and if they stop, they might die.

"Hey," Levi says, sharper than he meant.

"Y-Y-Yeah?" Isabel.

"Farlan?"

"H...Here."

All his joints feel like steel as he sits up, and his feet stiffer still as he climbs into a crouch, and digs through their bag. It's impractical to keep a knife this big, but it counts as being prepared.

Levi ambles over to the window. It's impossible to bend his fingers enough to hold the handle. He heats his hand with his breath a few times, then forces a fist. Fabric rips as he tracks the damage in the dark, until the massive slice of fabric slumps in his arms. Most of it still shields the window.

It's not much. This kind of fabric more suits protecting fruit stands than warming bodies, but he trudges over and drapes it over the two of them anyway.

He falls back down to his knees, rifling in the bag their sparse articles of spare clothes, even underwear, and he asks who's cold.

"My feet. It's mostly my feet," Isabel answers in a voice that makes her sound too young.

"I'm f-fine," Farlan says.

"Shut the fuck up."

As best he can, Levi evenly distributes everything, tucking the arms of shirts and the legs of pants so nothing comes undone. He pulls the curtain-tarp-blanket up around Isabel's chin, and over Farlan's shoulder.

He grab's Levi's forearm. Levi knows it's him by touch alone.

"You're going to freeze to death if you keep on. Just... huddle. I don't get what's so scary about that."

Levi tears his arm away, breathing hard in the dark.

"Bro," Isabel pipes up. "Please stop being stupid."

Levi sits back on his haunches, putting his palm on his face. Both are ice-cold. He's slightly delierious. That's why he couldn't sense Farlan reaching out. He could've avoided him.

He can't avoid them reaching out to him now.

In the past, during the cold months, Levi made do by himself somehow, like always. He'd run away with riches off a clothesline and tuck himself into a tiny crevice between buildings, he'd tuck himself next to a burning barrel and bury himself in tarp to make it look like he was just garbage so he could rest. Now that he has two more to look after, he finds himself burdened.

Or fortunate. They could all share body heat. As long as Levi could do it. Face up to the pathetic excuse that he's not. Used to it.

"I'm not. Used to it," he admits. The words taste like acid.

"Then g-get over here, and d-do."

That's Farlan. Levi is briefly frozen with the realization that one of them will have to hold the other until the obvious solution smacks him in the face. Isabel is shivering the worst, she's the skinniest, and the youngest.

His fingers are almost too stiff to pinch the "blankets". He shoves them up using the back of his hand, and is immediately greeted by a sea of heat. Isabel rolls over, her hands everywhere, pushing up against Levi like a leech.

"You're so warm!"

His first instinct is to push her away. He doesn't. “Quiet. Farlan.”

With Isabel sandwiched between them, it turns out Farlan isn't far at all. He reaches across and maneruvers more of the blankets to cover Levi. Levi shivers harder.

It takes some squirming. They end up with Isabel's face tucked in the crook of Levi's neck, a sea of legs tangled together. No one knows whose is whose. Isabel's arms are pinned. Levi's and Farlan's both lay over her and threaten to touch.

"Better?" Levi whispers, clenching his jaw so his teeth don't chatter. He knows he is. It's not like the cold doesn't get to keep its claws sunk into each of them, they're each shivering, but it's livable. Levi could sleep now if he wanted.

He feels Isabel nod.

"Good job seeing reason, Levi."

"As long as we all don't die before morning."

"There are worse ways to go. Like being stabbed to death by your bony ass."

"Watch your fucking back."

"Motherfucker," Isabel whines. "Shut up. I'm tired!"

Even though Farlan is being an insufferable prick, he closes his eyes because his cheeks feel warm and he feels his eyes on him. A more dangerous feeling, something shaped like fear but more pleasant, unfurls in his chest.

He relaxes his body. Someone will be able to tell.

Thankfully, his heart is pounding too hard for him to fall asleep. Silence falls around them.

Levi opens his eyes when Farlan curses softly, shuffling. Somewhere from the neck up.

"You alive?" Levi whispers, as softly as possible, still loud enough to be heard over Isabel's snoring.

"It's just that fall I took," Farlan whispers back. "The cold helps numb it, but it still hurts like hell."

The worst of it was Farlan's nose, which was gushing blood when Levi and Isabel reached him. His lip was busted too. Levi had been paranoid it was broken, but he obviously didn't feel him up to check.

"Is it bleeding?"

"Dunno. Ha... blood iscicles. Can you imagine?"

Levi moves his arm, following up Farlan's shoulder, and reaches his chin. He feels the breath he takes in surprise.

It's not wet. Swallowing, not quite thinking, Levi allows himself to trace the bridge of his nose. Nothing feels wrong.

Farlan still hasn't stopped him, so Levi takes the leap, allowing his shaking thumb to brush his lips before falling back down, as if he hadn't done anything at all.

"You need chapstick," Levi says flatly. "You're fine other than that."

Farlan huffs, a weak chuckle. "Good to know... Are you warm?"

Levi blinks to catch up. "What?"

"You asked us, but we never asked you."

"Yeah." Levi closes his eyes. "Don't worry about me. Go to sleep."

He hears the light smile in his voice. "Goodnight to you too, ‘Vi."

Levi wishes he could sleep so he didn’t have to feel what he's feeling right now, let alone tear it apart and figure it out. Not an option. Instead, he listens to his heart pound, and keeps an ear out for steps under the floorboards.

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[keefwho]

July 30 - 2024 Tuesday

10:44pm

4/10

Today was okay but I didn't feel too great about it. As early as this morning I could tell my thoughts weren't functioning very well. I did my workout this morning and re-evaluated what it should be since I think I was trying to run too much. Now it's 25 reps of pushups, situps, and squats and a 1.25km jog. I want to get consistent with this relatively easy workout before I decide to increase it.

Mom took me to get groceries today that they paid for since I'm watching the dogs for 2 weeks. I was able to get a lot of chicken, all of it uncooked. This caused a small situation because I did start to wonder about properly storing uncooked food with cooked food, even in the freezer. Right now it's all sort of piled in there and I do not feel comfortable about it so tomorrow morning I'm going to try and reorganize my freezer a little. During the trip there was very little political/religious talk so that was nice. I tried to stand confidently everywhere I went because I knew I looked good, but I didn't feel too confident today. DS doodled my otter though and that made me smile.

Work was normal and afterwards I made a mid turkey sandwich. DS won today's request which I was excited about after lunch. I tuned into Twitch while I ate and kept it going during work which was a bad idea. I had a very hard time focusing this afternoon. I kept having to pee which I think is actually a product of my boredom. I did end up doing all my drawing and I did a good job but it took a lot of focus and I wasted a chunk of time. I didn't get to work much on my world today because of it, but I did learn it SHOULD actually go very quickly.

This evening I don't think I took the proper time to myself. Im wondering why I felt so spaced out and I think it's because I needed time to not think and not feel guilty about that. I was ready to do that but I just didn't. DS called and we browsed tiktok and watching furry vlogs. Due to my headspace there was a point I had to step away for a minute and ground myself but it was good because I handled it well. I think usually I would try to push through it and try to hide the fact I'm upset but I can never really do that. In bed we did our puzzles and then I ate dinner. And cranked out that perspective exercise.

Today's focus was meant to be on the self but I struggled with it today. I could not get into the mindset needed. I feel bad because I don't want to keep slacking on this but I'm not even slacking, I'm just not ready to handle it today. The exercise helped a little though so maybe I should have been diligent and done it earlier.

[a-dustlandfairytale]

People don't talk enough about how grief feels like a freight train running through your chest. There is no definitive conclusion on when it will end nor fade. Some days you feel kinda normal and you wonder why your friends treat you like glass. Other days you feel like even a pin drop could cause you to break down. This post is very personal so don't read ahead if you don't feel up to it.

I was reading texts that were from my dad, whom I lost 2 years ago, and I've been crying. It feels like needles of torture, but somehow worse than that would be to forget and ignore, because it feels like that's what everyone is already doing. It feels like my lungs fill up with fluid and I wanna cry out with animalistic wails as I grieve. Boy do I grieve. Grief is used too sparingly for a word that takes a bite out of your world.

My dad died when I was 19 (going on 20) I'm the most painful way possible for me. He had been sick on and off for months. He promised he would go to the doctor if he wasn't feeling well. He didn't and I ended up finding him dead. I had to tell my family he died. When I found him I didn't even know, I couldn't tell. He looked peaceful, like he was sleeping, but he was on the floor. I called my mom to come up from the car as they were divorced. Not long later she told me to look away and thats when I knew. I don't even remember what the cops asked me when they arrived. I just kept looking to where my mom covered him in a blanket. I couldn't breathe. I still don't think I can breathe sometimes.

5 months later my oldest brother died. His mom and stepfather had always been alcoholics and always peer pressured him into drinking. My dad definitely didn't love it but it was hard to beat a guy who was literally a multimillionaire. My brother became an alcoholic as he grew up. He always thought he could just have a drink on the weekends after he got out of rehab. A month after my dad died he almost died from liver failure and didn't tell us. He just told me he was in the hospital. So he kept getting mad as I nagged him. I was so worried. Foe good reason as I would soon find out. His doctor gave him maybe 5 years to live if he stopped drinking. Maybe a year otherwise. He told us on canada day. I held his hand as he died in the hospital barely 2 weeks later during covid restrictions, which meant only 2 people could be there. Only me and his girlfriend were there. His mom was too scared to see him die. His body was so thin and his hands so swollen. They couldn't give him anymore blood cause he kept bleeding out. He actually died with a liquor bottle in his arms. While i didnt love it, it was his last wish, it was the last thing i could help do for him. Before I met my brothers mom and stepdad, I never knew I could truly hate someone. Her and her husband are people I truly hate and will never forgive. Their daughter died this year from an overdose 2 days after I saw her. They only have 1 kid now.

I've never been able to find a therapist that works for me. Like there have been some okay ones but when it comes down to it, it seems that according to them veryone and clearly it hasn't been working for me. Since all this happened it's not unlike chidis reference to the ocean, thats how my grief feels and I want it to just go back to the ocean, but at the same time, much like Eleanor, im so scared I'm gonna somehow lose along the way. It's been 2 years.

I'm 22. I wanna be normal. I want my dad and brother here so badly. I wish I had been by my dads side earlier and helped him. I have so many regrets but I feel like I can't let them go.

Anyways back to our regular scheduled programming.