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rabbitsrams · 4 months

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I'm just leaving a request for when you get to it absolutely no rush but pls more lunch club schlatt im feral for him

absolutely anon <3 i love this sm!! will be about meeting him at a party the m*sfits (unfortunate) were hosting in los angeles circa early 2020 era <3

i've written a lot about lc schlatt a lot already but idgaf i love writing more <3333 this turned into a whole fic hehe

nsfw under the cut, minors dni!! 18+ only.

you were dragged along by a friend who was invited by their friend. because they had to go to a huge youtuber party and you weren't gonna let them go alone.

the house is HUGE, wasn't a surprise that you lost the group as soon as you went inside. you decide to wait by the drinks on the off-chance someone you know would show up. none of your friends did, but someone else did.

out of all the creators you watched who were at this party, you were a casual fan of jschlatt's content. you were around when he did a face reveal, shocked that he was this cute guy your age instead of a 45-year-old man (it's the voice, sue me).

even in the darkness, you recognized him. you were too stunned to say anything as he grabbed the only water bottle in the area.

"you, uh... you want anything?" he asks. that voice. that voice you've only heard through headphones was now two feet in front of you. you shake your head.

"i, uh, i don't feel comfortable getting drunk at a party where i don't know anyone." you say, looking down at your hands.

"fair enough. uh... ah fuck, i got the last water, 'm sorry."

"i-it's fine," you take a deep breath. "uh, a-are you jschlatt? your voice sounds really familiar."

he chuckles. "yeah..."

"oh wow," you laugh. "i knew it."

it's silent for a moment before schlatt pipes up again. "d'ya know anyone here?"

"i came with my friend, who is nowhere to be found. their friend apparently knows whoever is hosting and got us in."

"ah," he takes another sip of water. "you can't find your friend?"

you shake your head. "whatever. they'll only find me if they need a ride home. i don't care anymore." you grab a can of beer and walk away from the drink table, trying to find a quiet place to stay. schlatt follows you for a moment before taking you to his room upstairs.

it's a breath of fresh air. the music is muffled and schlatt's temporary room is spacious and (mostly) clean. he invites you to sit on the bed with him and you continue your conversation from earlier. he's actually a lot nicer than you expected him to be (considering his online persona). and he's even cuter in person.

soon enough you find yourself leaning in to kiss him. he's a bit nervous and doesn't kiss you back.

"sorry. i, uh, never kissed anyone before." he confesses.

"that's okay. i've only kissed one other person and it's been a while since that happened." you say. that makes him relax a little. he cups your cheek and leans in, hesitantly pressing a soft kiss to your lips. you pull him closer, moaning softly as you put your hands in his hair. he whines.

you pull away. schlatt's face is tinted red and hints of your lipstick are all over his lips. "i, uh, wow..." he murmurs. you smile, moving closer and straddling him. he's already rock-hard underneath you. "s-sorry..."

"oh my gosh, don't be, it's okay." you grind your hips down, feeling his dick twitch in his jeans.

"h-honey, please... 'm gonna... b-bust. w-wanna do it i-inside ya..." he whimpers. you nod, removing your dress and panties. he kicks his jeans and boxers off. he leans to the left, opens a drawer and takes out a condom.

"oh thank god, i was prepared to go out and ask for one," you giggle. schlatt doesn't respond, grabbing your hips and pulling you on top of him. you ease yourself inside him, and before you can start moving, he groans loudly.

"fuck, 'm so sorry."

"did you..."

"yeah."

"oh."

"w-wait, i don't wanna leave you hangin'," schlatt says. he helps you lay next to him. "can i touch you?"

"y-yes... please..." you whine. he coats his fingers with your wetness before slowly sliding them inside you. you clench around him, whining as he begins thrusting them in and out of you. he rubs your clit with his other hand and before long, you're coming all over his fingers.

"fuck, that was... so good..."

"yeah? it wasn't too, uh..."

"totally fine. uh, we can always do it again, dunno how long you'll be here but um... i can give you my number."

"yeah?"

"yeah."

after you both clean up and get dressed, you exchange phone numbers. the party is slowly dying down. your friend texts you that they don't need a ride so you leave. as you drive back, you get a message from schlatt, already eagerly asking for your next meeting.

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt fanfiction #schlatt x reader #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x y/n #jschlatt smut #schlatt smut #schlatt x you #schlatt x y/n #schlatt imagine #schlatt fanfiction #schlatt fanfic #jschlatt fanfic

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arent-i-the-fairest · 2 years

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𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟

getting matching necklaces for you two to wear!

author’s note : pls matching necklaces (or matching anything, really) are so cute!! me and my friend just bought a pair recently and i adore them~! (≧∇≦）

(if the pics aren’t loading for you, i went ahead and put what they are next the boys’ names hehe)

idia shroud — yin and yang cat necklaces!

“idia, you good?” you asked, watching him become completely still and staring at his palms, where his half of the necklace sat. then the tips of his hair started to turn into a cute pink.

“all these c-cheesy romantic things you do are gonna kill me.” he finally spoke in a quiet voice. well, not that i’m upset about it, he whispered to himself with an awkward grin.

“i better go ahead and get you a coffin then, because i got a lot more things coming— i ordered some other matching things, like shirts, oh and—!” idia cuddled into his hoodie, excited (and kind of nervous at the same time) at what was in store for him.

idia’s not a big jewelry guy, but he does wear this surprisingly frequently! when he isn’t though, he has it on him in a pocket or something. he likes to play around with it when he’s in the middle of class, bored. it’s entertaining to him for some reason. but then again, anything other than listening to a teacher’s long-winded rambling is.

one time he accidentally lost it and cried on his bed for like two hours while ortho went out to hunt for it. and phew idia was so relieved when it was found, he can’t even express it or put it into words.

jade leech — mushroom necklaces!

“i love it.” jade gasped the second he saw it.

“oh, that was quick— i’m glad you like it though! i had a feeling you would, since you’re so interested in mushrooms and all.” you smiled, pulling the magnets apart and handing one of the necklaces to him.

he went ahead and asked for you to put it on him. “how does it look, dear? does it compliment me well?” he grinned. you giggled, nodding. “you’re lookin’ handsome, jade.”

wears it everyday, 24/7– and if for some reason he can’t, like if azul says it breaks mostro lounge uniform policy, jade will go and keep it safe in his room. (or just ignore it— i mean, if his brother can get away with wearing his tie all loose and shirt unbuttoned, he should be able to wear a little mushroom necklace)

it does look a little silly on him though— in a good, adorable way! it’s just that he looks so professional and then you see this little plastic mushroom hangin’ off his neck and can’t help but giggle, y’know? it’s precious!

very protective of it and always makes sure he knows where it is, this thing is never getting lost— and thank god, because this thing costed a pretty penny.

sebek — dragon necklaces!

“so, you humans symbolize your close bonds with necklaces?” sebek asked, analyzing the jewelry before grinning. “hmph! well, i must say, for a lowly human, you do have fine taste.”

“i’ll ignore the lowly human part— but thanks! i was thinkin’ about the fairy of thorns, and how she could turn into a dragon or something, then it led me to choosing this.”

sebek grinned. “hoho, so you’ve learned a thing about her! but there’s much more her highness could do, such as how she could wield flames of a bright gree—”

“sebeeek, i already know about that!” you whined. you told me about it for about the tenth time yesterday, you thought. “but anyways, there’s a phrase you haven’t said to me yet— just two words.”

he put his hand on his chin. “a phrase i should’ve said?” he hummed to himself before choking. “oh— OH!! i apologize for my discourtesy! human, i am grateful for your gift, THANK YOU!”

“n-no need to shout it!”

he likes it so much more than he admits, omg— he totally went to shove your gift in silver’s face and fanboyed about it to lilia (plus showed it off to like at least 3 random students who were just trying to pass by). but anyways, sebek wears it pretty often! and it looks so good on him too!!!

sebek is another one who will protect this thing like he’s gonna drop dead if he loses it. but on the off chance that he does lose it, he’s making people get up left and right to keep an eye out for it, while he himself goes around to check every crevice of the campus—

(also, he totally cried when he realized he didn’t know where it was lol)

#sebek fucking turns the school upside down to find where his necklace is jshdjs #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #idia x reader #jade x reader #sebek x reader #gn reader

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 months

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Between the Lines 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, Lee is rude, customer service triggers. and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters:Lee Bodecker

Part of the Bookstore AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

There’s banging on the door. So loud it wakes you in your bed. You roll over, dizzy with grogginess, and stumble onto your feet. Zuzu, your sleepy calico, only lifts her head before dropping it back down. She doesn’t have energy for human concerns.

You follow the banging as it continues and come out to the main room of your apartment. Your neighbours aren’t exactly peaceful but you don’t expect such a rude awakening. You go to the door and peek through the peephole. You can see nothing as it’s covered from the other side.

The door shakes and a voice holler through, “police.”

You’re not sure you trust the disembodied declaration. You keep the chain hooked but turn the latch back. You lean into the door and inch it open. It’s pushed from the other side to the limit of the links.

“Hel…lo,” your greeting splits in two as the officer drags his hand away from the door. It’s the same man from the bookstore. The sheriff, he said.

“Good mornin’, ma’am,” he drawls with a coy smirk, “we got calls about a disturbance in the building. You hear anything?”

His question hangs between you. His eyes drift down to your crooked pajama shirt and the pajama pants clinging low to your hips. You cross your arms and sniff. You not his badge; Sheriff. L. Bodecker.

“I just woke up. Didn’t hear a thing,” you answer curtly.

“We’re just makin’ sure everyone’s safe,” he looks you in the eye and tilts his head, “ladies livin’ alone…”

“I’m fine,” you feel the way he pushes even more on the door. You almost fear he’ll pull the chain completely loose.

“Ya mind if I have a look around?” He asks.

You stare at him, unflinching. Something about this doesn’t seem coincidental. It’s as ominous as the words that dogged you since your tense meeting in the parking lot.

“Do you have a warrant?” You breathe.

He chuckles and pulls his arm back, shoving his foot into the small space between the door and frame, “now,” he rubs his ruddy cheek, “why would I need that if you’re not hidin’ anything?”

“Hiding? What? I just don’t think it’s necessary for you to come in. I told you, I haven’t heard a thing.”

“Mmm,” the noise rumbles up his throat, “just lookin’ out for ya. Wouldn’t want some creep hangin’ around.” He clucks and puts his hand on his hip, “rough neighbourhood.”

“Thank you for your concern, but I’m fine,” you insist.

He smirks again and gets closer. You keep your hand on the door but lean away, “I’m sure you can take care of yourself. You’re a smart girl and all.”

“Sir,” you eke out.

He laughs and taps the door with his knuckles. He pulls his foot out of the door and you nearly slam it with the release of tension. He backs up, pushing out his stomach as he eyes you from head to toe. You hide behind the barrier but it feels like he can see everything.

“You stay safe,” he winks and turns lazily on his heel.

You snap the door shut and quickly turn the deadbolt. Your heart pumps wildly as you cling to the handle. You listen and hear his soles scuff down the hallway. You wonder how he found you but you guess it’s not that hard given his position.

🚓

The rest of the day holds little of note. No more surprises, even as you watch over your shoulder. Not just for the sheriff but your manager. Colin isn’t subtle as he circles like a hawk each time you’re with a customer.

You’re probably the most helpful employee left in the place. Ever since that older woman disappeared on sick leave, you seem to be the only employee without an addiction to TikTok. You can understand being distracted in a bookstore but definitely not by your phone.

You leave for the day and stop on your way home to get take out at the Lebanese shop at the corner of your street. They have a combo sale that costs you as much as a homemade meal. You’re feeling lazy and too agitated to deal with a hot stove.

You feed Zuzu after she serenades you shrilly. You eat with her pacing behind you on the couch, waiting for any scrap to pounce on as she forgets her kibble. You try to ignore her as you watch a documentary on Alexandre Dumas. You lose interest shortly after you finish your food and shut off the television.

You recline on the couch with your book, too stubborn to go to bed yet. You know you’ll fall asleep the minute your head touches the pillow. You lay against the armrest and ease into the collection of essays on the Victorian era and various strains of relationships; from friendship to marriage.

It’s not the most compelling to the non-academic but you find spurts of intrigue. You yawn and turn the page, the quiet coaxing you further into your fatigue. Your eyes turn itchy and the font begins to smear. You close the book and get up, leaving it under the lamp as you flick off the light.

You collapse into bed as Zuzu claims her spot by your feet. It doesn’t take much to fall asleep, the world slipping into blackness in a blink.

The sharp hiss brings you back to the world. You sit up, trying to shake away the cloudiness in your skull. You hear Zuzu jump onto the floor and scurry into the next room. Then a crash.

“What the he–” you murmur as you shove yourself to the edge, “Zu, what are you doing?”

You call out to the cat as you follow her into the front room. As you come out, the darkness is thicker than you expect. The curtains are drawn, blocking out the streetlights and the moon, but you don’t remember closing them.

Zuzu hiss again then lets out an angry yowl, her claws tearing into the rug as she rips around the room. Another clatter as you search through squinting eyelids. What is going on?

“Zu,” you think you see her dash across the floor. You bend over and lunge, trying to catch her, “Zu, chill–”

You feel something clasp around the back of your neck, stopping you in place as it holds you bent awkwardly over your knees. You extend your arms, fingertips on the floor as the thick fingertips pinch into your tendons. You whimper in horror.

“Ain’t no good for a girl like you to be livin’ on her own,” the sheriff’s voice rolls through the dark.

#lee bodecker #dark lee bodecker #dark!lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #the devil all the time #between the lines #au #bookstore au #series #drabble

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thelonelyshore-if · 3 months

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1k Followers Drabble

I finally settled on how I wanted to celebrate 1k followers--by sharing a bit of fun ~extra content~ with you all! It isn't quite a traditional drabble, but I really enjoy what I've come up with.

Below the cut is a 'transcript' from Perri's radio show. The transcript is taken from the night MC washed up on shore, and surrounds some 'theories' citizens have of who this mysterious new stranger could be. Mostly the goal was to be silly, give a taste of what Perri's show is like, and show Perri and Beck's characters a bit more!

I hope you enjoy <3

THE LONELY SHORE

10/11/XXXX

LOVELESS:

Good evening, creatures of the night. This is your host, Perri Loveless. Sunday nights are typically reserved for local hauntings and ghost stories, but we have a breaking news story! Tonight, we’ll be discussing the story of the Drowned Stranger.

SOUND:

Waves lap against shore, THEME SONG plays before fading out, segue into…

–

LOVELESS:

Welcome back. An incredible thing has happened, listeners. An almost unbelievable thing. Only a few hours ago, an unidentified individual was rushed into Easthaven Medical in potentially critical condition.

We have on the line a witness who would like to remain anonymous.

Hello–are you there?

WITNESS:

Ah–hello. Yes, I’m here.

LOVELESS:

We’re glad to have you, thank you for being willing to speak on your experience. Please–tell us about what you witnessed earlier tonight.

WITNESS:

Sure. So I was just about to leave the hospital when it happened. I, uh. Don’t need to tell you why I was there, do I?

LOVELESS:

Of course not. Please, if you’re comfortable, just tell us what you saw.

WITNESS:

Okay, good. So, I was standing there in the lobby, and I see a truck tearing into the lot like a bat out of hell. Seriously–it’s like they were firefighters trying to put out a house fire, right? Clearly something’s up, so I decided to stick around to watch.

LOVELESS:

Wow. It sounds like the situation was urgent.

WITNESS:

Seemed like it. So the truck stops so fast I was half sure they’d crash. Before I know it, the driver’s door flies open. You said I couldn’t tell you who it was?

LOVELESS:

We’d prefer to keep identities private until we know more about the story, yes. Thank you.

WITNESS:

Alright. So the, uh, driver gets out and immediately opens the back door. I’m standing there watching as they grab something out of the back seat.

LOVELESS:

Something?

WITNESS:

Someone. It was a person–it was a stranger. To be honest, the person looked dead. The driver scoops the stranger up like a sack of potatoes and pretty much runs up to the door. I’m just standing there with my mouth hangin’ open, but then I make myself useful and hold the door.

LOVELESS:

What can you tell me about the stranger?

WITNESS:

Not much. Like I said, they looked like the hospital wouldn’t do ‘em much good, if you know what I mean. But the freakiest thing was that they were dripping wet. Just, completely soaked.

A storm’s been rolling in all night, but it hadn’t hit yet. I don’t know where this person came from, but they were soaked to the bone and out cold.

LOVELESS:

Incredible. What happened next?

WITNESS:

I mean–they rushed the stranger into a room, so I didn’t really see much after that. Somebody parked the truck but I didn’t stick around to see who it was. The whole situation kind of gave me the creeps? So I just…left after that.

LOVELESS:

Sure, sure. Do you have any theories about where the stranger came from?

WITNESS:

Uh. They were pretty wet. The lake or the river, probably.

LOVELESS:

Hm. Interesting. Thank you again for your testimony!

Alright, listeners, what do you think? An unidentified individual was brought to the hospital, unconscious and, apparently, wet. What possibly could have happened?

Give us a call at XXX-XXXX and we’ll get you on air!

VOICE:

Seriously? What else could it be if not the lake? Or the river, I guess.

LOVELESS:

Hush. I’m on air! If you want to share a theory–

VOICE:

Nah, you know I don’t. I’m just saying.

LOVELESS:

Then wait until the show’s done.

VOICE:

*LAUGHTER*

Fine–fine! You win.

SOUND:

Brief instrumental plays, interrupted by the sound of a phone ringing.

LOVELESS:

You’re on air at The Lonely Shore! Hi, there, good evening!

CALLER 1:

It was aliens.

LOVELESS:

Oh, interesting–I wouldn’t be surprised if extraterrestrial life was somehow involved. Tell me more.

CALLER 1:

Reverse alien abduction.

*LONG PAUSE*

LOVELESS:

Hello? Are you still there.

CALLER 1:

Mm-hmm.

LOVELESS:

Reverse alien abduction. Sure. Do you mean…instead of picking someone up, the aliens dropped someone off? Or more like–

CALLER 1:

Stranger is an alien. Wolf in sheep’s clothes. An alien with human skin, dumped out some kind of vat into our town. Gonna steal our secrets.

LOVELESS:

A vat–that would explain why the stranger was, uh. Damp.

CALLER 1:

Alien juice.

VOICE:

*LOUDER LAUGHTER*

*choked* Juice!

LOVELESS:

*hushed* If you can’t be polite–

VOICE:

Sorry, sorry.

CALLER 1:

Who’s in there with you? Can you trust ‘em? I thought this program was safe–

LOVELESS:

It is! I’ve just got an. Um. Station assistant here. I promise, we’re here to listen.

CALLER 1:

Really shoulda warned me you weren’t alone–wouldn’t have called you at all if I thought somebody else’d be listening.

LOVELESS:

Sir, this is a radio show?

SOUND:

Phone clicks, returning to instrumental. Music plays until–phone rings again.

LOVELESS:

Um–hello! You’re on The Lonely Shore. The…ah, the radio show. Thank you for calling!

VOICE:

Smooth

LOVELESS:

Would you be quiet?

CALLER 2:

Excuse me!?

LOVELESS:

Ah, not you, ma’am! Talking to my…dog. Won’t stop barking. Anyway, thank you again for calling to share your theory!

CALLER 2:

I think you should be ashamed of yourself.

LOVELESS:

…what?

CALLER 2:

Nice new face in town and you’re already spreading nasty rumors! People listen to the radio to hear news and some nice music at the end of a long day. Not this filth.

VOICE:

Oh f*** off.

LOVELESS:

Beck!

CALLER 2:

How dare you! Never in all my days have I been treated…all the ways to speak to a customer…my hard earned tax dollars don’t pay you to insult me!

LOVELESS:

That’s not really how it…

CALLER 2:

I swear, I’ll end this program! I’m friends with very important people in city hall and when I’m through with–

SOUND:

Phone clicks, instrumental resumes.

LOVELESS:

*hushed* can you please not insult my callers.

BECK:

She was being a major–

LOVELESS:

Please.

BECK:

*sigh* I’m sorry. For real. I just don’t like people talking to you like–

LOVELESS:

I know, but I can handle much worse than getting scolded.

BECK:

You’re right.

SOUND:

Instrumental ends, cut off by the phone ringing.

LOVELESS:

Hello! You’re on the air with The Lonely Shore. We’re currently looking for theories about the Drowned Stranger.

CALLER 3:

I’ve got a theory.

LOVELESS:

Excellent, please share your thoughts.

CALLER 3:

I don’t think the stranger came from the lake. Not originally.

LOVELESS:

Where did they come from?

CALLER 3:

I’ve called to tell you this before, but I live right next to the graveyard. Somebody has been digging up graves and stealing body parts.

LOVELESS:

Oh, yes–I remember your call from a few weeks back.

CALLER 3:

I finally figured out what they needed the parts for. I think it was the Hermit.

LOVELESS:

That’s an…um, bold accusation. Usually they’re pretty reclusive.

CALLER 3:

You think I don’t know that? It’s the reason that they’ve been stealing body parts. I think the Hermit’s lonely–and they’ve built themself a grandchild.

LOVELESS:

Like…out of dead people? Like Frankenstein’s monster?

CALLER 3:

Just like that, yes! You understand. I think they finally managed to create life, and now their creation is in our town!

LOVELESS:

Do you think that the creation was. Ah. Grown in a vat, at all?

CALLER 3:

Like that fool said earlier? Of course not, aren’t you listening? The Hermit sewed a bunch of bits from our lost loved ones together to make an abomination.

LOVELESS:

You’re right, sorry. The witness just said that they were–

CALLER 3:

Wet? Yes, I was getting to that. I think the abomination escaped. You know the Hermit’s cabin’s right up against shore? I think the creature accidentally walked into the lake.

LOVELESS:

Hm.

CALLER 3:

And then when some good samaritans saw what they thought was someone drowning–

LOVELESS:

They swooped in and saved them?

CALLER 3:

Exactly!

LOVELESS:

That is quite the interesting theory! It would explain the grave robberies you’ve reported…

CALLER 3:

I wouldn’t be surprised if the Hermit had killed to add to the abomination, either. Maybe the Edwards girl didn’t get lost in the woods at all!

LOVELESS:

um.

CALLER 3:

We could have a killer in our midst.

LOVELESS:

You know, all theories are welcome here, but–

CALLER 3:

Why aren’t you listening? We could ALL be in danger!

LOVELESS:

Out of respect to her family–

CALLER 3:

Her family should know what really happened to her.

LOVELESS:

Okay. Well–thank you for calling! Listeners, we’re going to go to a quick commercial break.

SOUND:

Phone clicks, instrumental resumes and commercials begin. Unheard by the listeners…

BECK:

Jesus.

LOVELESS:

Yeah.

BECK:

I know you believe this stuff, but that…

LOVELESS:

It seemed plausible until she mentioned Kristy. That was just. Ah…

BECK:

Dark as hell?

LOVELESS:

Yeah. Thanks for keeping quiet, though. I’m sure you had plenty you wanted to say.

BECK:

I guess, but I was being a dick earlier. I know how much your show means to you.

LOVELESS:

Appreciate it.

BECK:

You going to be good to keep going tonight? I’m sure your listeners wouldn’t mind one night off.

LOVELESS:

I’m fine, I’m fine. It’s weird. She was pretty much our age, you know? Makes you think.

BECK:

Ugh. Don’t dwell on that shit if you can help it. We’ve had lots of close calls and we’re still kicking, right?

LOVELESS:

You’re right. Thanks, Beck.

BECK:

Welcome, P. Maybe the next caller’s going to think the poor stranger was a bunch of frogs in a trench coat or something. That’d be fun.

LOVELESS:

*LAUGHTER* Yeah, maybe.

END TRANSCRIPT

#interactive fiction #drabbles #perri #beck #( trying to format this gave me a headache )#( but i'm excited to share this! )#long post

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iamtheoneandonlyever · 3 months

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OKAY so this is the alley rose byler analysis, here you go!

Btw this is purely from will's pov :)

I picked you up from the corner store

Your eyes were red and your lips were torn

So much to say, that's subject sore

So much you'd change since you were born

You wrapped your fingers around my neck

And pulled me into your desperate breath

The way you kissed me hot and fast

I knew it'd be the last

Okay i imagine this to be the post vecna defeat, right after they win. And we get the ✨️post-war suspense kiss✨️ bc just let me, okay?

You told me "I'm just so nervous, dear"

Well, how the hell do you think I feel?

I waited all year at your feet

Like maybe you'd love me

Imagining this to be the season 4 airport scene bc mike was so nervous there, no straight boy is hesitant to hug his best friend of a decade. Also Will pining for Mike for a whole year.

And I don't even care if it makes me sound insane

I ran my fingers through your hair

And I thanked God to touch the flame

'Cause I swore necks were made for bruising

I swore lips were made for lies

And I thought if you'd ever leave me, that I'd be the reason why

Definitely Will being sappy and in love post getting together while also being insecure bc he thinks he can't have good things in his life.

And I don't even care if it's just a summer fling

If it's all experimental and you go back to safer things

But I swore hands were made for fighting

I swore eyes were made to cry

But you're the first person that I've seen who's proven that might be a lie, so

Again, Will being insecure about having things for himself and thinking Mike could still very much go back to 'safer things' *cough cough* heteronormativity *cough cough*

And also, Will being abused by Lonnie mention, but they last three lines? Its definitely a metaphor for his abuse and also all the upside down stuff goung down, while Mike beung the only one who nakes him feel safe and NOT A MISTAKE

Don't leave me hangin' alone again

I thought that i was your only friend

Oh, where'd you go, go?

Alley Rose

Oh, where'd you go, go, go?

This is the chorus which is repeating multiple times so I didn't mention it above. Everywhere i can see it as season 3 and season 4 pining bc Alley Rose (Mike) is gone.

AND THAT'S IT

God i hate them so much (affectionate)

They literally make me so sick

Anyway, conan is a byler and byler is endgame. Amen

#byler #will byers #mike wheeler #song analysis #if anything doesnt make sense im blaming it on being sick rn and being so full of emotion at this song #im literally aroace why is a love song affecting me so much i have never so much so had a crush let alone a break up #its byler which makes me believe in love i swear to god

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absolutewhore101 · 1 year

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Trying Again

A/N: wow it's been literal EONS since i've written anything !! decided to get back into writing with a little bit of angst, happy ending of course :) i plan on being more active over the coming months (which includes catching up on some requests), and starting to write for some new people ! much luv x

Pairing: Calum Hood x GN!Reader, Platonic!5SOS x GN!Reader

Summary: the way your relationship ended with Calum was rough, but you're finally ready to see him again.

Warnings: mentions of therapy, slight talk of mental health/depression, talk of isolation, negative self talk

Word Count: ~2.2K

Minors DNI

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Ring. Ring.

"Hello?" You spoke into the phone, confused as to why Ashton was calling you so early in the morning.

"Morning!" He responded brightly. "How's it hangin'?"

You smiled at the cheeriness in his voice, picturing his smile from your side of the phone.

"Pretty well, I'd say, considering it's barely 8 in the morning. May I ask why I'm lucky enough to talk to you so early?"

He chuckled.

"I'm having a little get-together tonight, wanted to see if you'd like to come. I know you're not one to come to parties and whatnot but I figured if I gave you enough of a heads-up you might be more inclined to make an appearance."

You thought about it.

You really weren't one for parties, opting to stay in your house nowadays. Going to parties every weekend used to be your favorite activity, until... Well, it's been a few years, it couldn't hurt to go, could it?

"Oh. Thanks for the invite, Ash." You said, biting your lower lip. "Is uh, is he gonna be there?"

Ashton sighed through the phone. He knew about your history with Calum, it was hard not to when he was close with the both of you.

"Probably. I mean, he's one of my bandmates. It'd be kind of a dick move not to invite him."

He was right. He and Calum were thick as thieves, rarely spotting one without the other.

"I'll have to think about it. I'm not sure I'm ready to see him again."

"Listen. I don't want to be rude, but it's been 3 years. How long are you going to let this control you? I think it's about time you started taking your life back." Ashton said, receiving silence from your end.

Flashbacks of the memories between you and Calum played behind your closed eyes. You smiled for a second before you got to the fight. That one fateful night had been the reason you'd isolated yourself for months, refusing to see or speak to anyone.

It wasn't Calum's fault, really. You'd had thoughts about yourself like that for your entire life, but hearing someone else voice them, someone, you trusted? You couldn't come back from that.

The last 3 years had consisted of a lot of therapy, a lot of inner reflection, and a lot of time spent with people who knew better than to bring him up.

"I'll call you later, Ash." And with that, you hung up.

You walked into your living room, pacing back and forth, trying to block out the memory you'd tried so hard to erase.

"Oh, c'mon, we all know it's true." Calum's soft voice said, the noise of the party drowning it out and making it hard to hear.

"Know what?" You asked him.

"That you've never been good enough. It's quite obvious, I think."

You froze. What was he talking about?

"Cal?" You started, "what are you talking about?"

He looked over at you, immediately trying to fix what he'd done.

"No no no, not like that. You've always been good enough for me-"

"Then what the hell are you talking about? Why would you say that?"

"Baby-"

"No. I don't know why you said that or why you thought it was okay but I've fought for years to get past that and you have the nerve to bring it up? After everything you've seen me go through."

You tossed the remainder of the drink in your cup at his chest, tears blurring your vision as you made your way out of the house. You weren't sure how long you walked for, but at some point, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist as Luke dragged you kicking and screaming into his car.

He took you home and watched your breakdown in real-time. He thought about leaving a few times before you stomped off to bed but decided he would rather stay and make sure you didn't do anything you'd regret.

That was the last time you'd seen Luke. You couldn't even look him in the eye anymore, even if it's been 3 years. He saw a side of you that you'd hidden from the world, and you couldn't take that back.

You wiped the tears off your face, pulled out your phone, and called your therapist.

-----

One long, advice-filled talk later, and you were getting ready to head over to Ashton's.

I'll be there.

Ashton pulled out his phone at the quiet ding! it let off. He read your text, immediately walking into the other room to tell the guys.

"Good news, guys, Y/N's going to be there!"

Michael's head snapped over to look at Calum, Luke's jaw dropped, and Calum couldn't look at any of them.

"How'd you pull that off?" Luke said. ""I mean, god, I haven't seen them since... and that was how long ago?"

"3 years, 2 months, and 13 days." Calum said quietly, trying to remain composed.

Silence fell over the room, no one knowing what to say.

Calum was the first to leave, and the rest of them decided to call it a day.

-----

The party started at 6, but you needed a little more time to compose yourself.

You walked up the steps to Ashton's house at 6:45, taking a few moments to prepare yourself.

Pushing the door open, you were immediately met with a sight all to familiar; bodies crammed together in a space too small, red solo cups in hands, and music blaring from speakers somewhere in the room.

You pushed through the crowd, hoping to spot Ashton before anyone recognized you.

"Y/N?" A voice said from behind you.

Just my luck.

"Hey, Luke." Turning around, you could almost cry at the sight of him. He'd changed quite a bit since you'd last seen him, as had you, so you both spent a few seconds taking the other in.

Luke couldn't get another word out before your arms were wrapped around his neck, pulling him into a long-awaited hug.

His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close.

"No way, is that Y/N?!" An excited voice called.

You pulled back from Luke, barely wiping your tears before Mikey pulled you in for a hug.

You laughed into his neck, elated at seeing him again.

"Oh, my god! I missed you!"

"I missed you, too, Mikey."

You pulled back, getting a good look at him.

"Do either of you happen to know where Ash is?"

"Yeah, I think he's in the backyard," Luke said. "But I, uh, I also think he's out there."

You nodded, giving them a small smile as you walked to the door to head outside.

Taking a deep breath, you slid the door open, scanning the yard for Ashton.

When you finally spotted him, you took in who was surrounding him, none of which were Calum.

You walked over to him, ignoring the looks and whispers as you did, and met him in a hug.

"I'm glad you came." He whispered to you.

"Me too."

He pulled back first.

"You haven't seen Cal yet, have you?"

You shook your head. "No. I'm not sure what I'm going to do when I do."

"It might be difficult, but I think you should talk to him. Not forgive him, not take him back, but I think it would help both of you to talk about what happened."

You barely had time to process his words before Calum caught your eye. All the muscles in your body tensed, white noise filling your ears as everything around you went silent. Closing your eyes, you tried to keep it together.

Ash placed a hand on your shoulder, bringing you back to the moment.

You met his eye, swallowing at the small nod he gave you.

You gave him as much of a smile as you could manage before you turned and started walking in Calum's direction.

Calum met you halfway, both of you standing a few feet apart in the middle of Ashton's backyard.

You weren't sure how this was going to go - who would talk first? What would they say? Should you stay here or go somewhere else?

Questions swirled around in your head but you knew what you really wanted. What you really needed.

Without thinking of the consequences or the memories, you reached out, wrapped your arms around his neck, and pulled him into a hug.

His arms immediately wrapped around your waist, holding you as tightly as he used to, like he was afraid to let go.

Minutes went by as the two of you stood there, but you didn't care. As much as it hurt to see him again, nothing would ever compare to the feeling of being in his arms.

You pulled back, both of you wiping tears away, and spoke before he got the chance.

"Before you say anything, I want you to know that I forgive you. You might not think you deserve it, and for a while, I didn't think you did either. But I've done a lot of healing, and a lot of therapy these last few years. And I need you to know that I forgive you for what you said."

He nodded, attempting to process what he was hearing. He never thought he'd see you again, let alone speak to you, so to hear you say you forgive him was something he thought he'd only hear in his dreams.

"I..." he started. "God, I never thought I'd hear that. And you're right, I still don't think I deserve your forgiveness. I was a dick, and I never should have thought that let alone said it. But, fuck, I've missed you so much. I didn't know what to do with myself for the longest time. I was skipping rehearsals and writing sessions, and I was blocking out the only people who could help me. You were the only thing I was living for at one point, and then I lost you."

His words began to sink in, and the overwhelming urge to comfort him washed over you.

"I know you say you forgive me, but I'll probably never forgive myself. All I ask is a chance to prove to you that I'm sorry. Because I am so, so fucking sorry."

You held his eye contact for a few seconds before you slowly began nodding your head.

"We'll have to go slow. It's going to be hard for a while, and I really need you to try. For me. But I think... I think we can give it another shot."

"Yeah?" He said, smile beginning to take over his face.

"Yeah." You said, smiling back at him.

He picked you up, spinning you around as you laughed into his neck. He put you down, resisting the urge to lean down and connect your lips.

The boys watched this happen and knew that one day, it'd be back to how it was. The hardships and the heartbreak would be gone, and it would be the two of you again.

How it always should've been.

-----

5 months later

You walked through the doors of the recording studio, making your way back to the room that the boys typically hung out in during their lunch break.

Walking through the familiar halls was surreal, and you took your time, looking at everything that you hadn't seen for nearly 4 years.

You knocked on the open door, catching the attention of the boys.

Confused looks came from Luke and Michael, but Ashton just smiled.

"Hey! What's this?" Calum said, getting up and walking over to you.

You smiled as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

"I thought I'd bring you lunch." You said, watching as his eyes lit up.

"Oh, you're truly the best. What would I do without you?" He said, still smiling.

The two of you glanced over his shoulder to see the smirks on the rest of the boys' faces, and Calum immediately ushered you out.

"Let me walk you to your car, yeah?" You snickered at his protectiveness, waving at the boys but allowing Calum to lead you.

Stepping outside, Calum walked you all the way to your car as promised. You leaned against the side of it, looking up at Calum as he stood in front of you.

"Thank you." He said.

"Of course." You responded. "Gotta keep you energized to deal with those three."

He laughed, and you soaked up the sound, bathing in the happiness that radiated off of him.

He opened your door, muttering a quiet "yeah yeah yeah" as he did so.

"I'll stop by later?" He asked you.

You nodded, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Of course. I'll be waiting."

He smiled, waving at you as you pulled out and began to drive away.

He walked back into the studio, preparing himself to face the guys again. The smirks on their faces said enough.

"Shut up." He said, sitting down in his spot and digging into his food.

"No one said anything." Luke said, holding his hands up in defense.

Laughter sounded around the room, and they all watched as Calum couldn't wipe the smile off of his face.

"I'm glad they're back, mate." Michael said.

"Yeah, I can tell how happy they make you." Ashton said.

Calum blushed, ducking his head.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm really happy."

#calum hood x reader #calum hood #5sos #5sos fanfic #5sos x reader #x reader #calum hood x y/n #calum hood fanfic #calum hood imagines

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warnersister · 2 months

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Chapter 2 - Damned if you do; Damned if you don't

The Highwayman Series | Chapter 1 | Chapter 3

“How much for Lightning?” Bob asked after a while. “Make me an offer.”

The man got some coins out his sack “he’ll take Falcon” Jake said and Bob raised his brows “but she said-“ “we got plenty of good’uns back in California. He just needs to get ya there. Not back” Jake says. Bob nods “I’ll take Falcon” you hum “you sure? Wouldn’t want to get given orders by someone like him.” “someone like me?” Jake asked as he stepped forward and you nodded, also taking a step so your chests were nearly touching. You crossed your arms over your chest “someone like you.” Jake was about to speak when Bob interrupted “this enough?” he held out a few coins and you counted them and nodded “plenty. I'll go get ‘im ready for ya.” You say, taking a step back to go collect the horse, making a pack full of hay and feed to get him across Western America, bringing the horse over to the group of men and stroking his dark mane twice “he’ll do you fine” he nods “many thanks, ma’am” and you exchange the money for his reigns.

Jake eyed you “you’re gonna catch heat stroke with no hat” “I can take care of myself” you say, although squinting at the intensity of the summer sun. jake takes his stetson off his head and places it on yours and coyote raises his brows “you know the hat rule, honey?” he asked and you never look away from Jake “don’t mean nothing if you’ve already done it.” You say. “get out of here, the lot of ya. Before my daddy see’s y’all and hangs ya.” You say before pointing at Bob. “Take good care of my horse” you say and he nods “give ‘im a nice burial when he’s had enough, want you to dig him a grave and let him in gently.” You instruct and he nods “sure thing, darlin” you look at the group once more. “go.” “cant we stay for the night? It’s getting dark.” Rooster asks and you scowl at him. “I told you to get. Now get” and you point West as a way to go, the two stangers thank you and Bradley does the same “good to see you, hon” he says and you smile a small smile. “I like the mustache, Brad.” But jake lingers. “beat it hangman” you say, turning to heard back into the stables to which he follows you. “baby I-“ “no, don’t baby me.” You sniff and he notices you wiping away tears. “I told you to beat it, so go” you say “five years, Jake” you say angrily, “get out of Miramar and don’t let me see ya again” you say, pushing him far enough away to slam the door and forcing him back out onto the street. He shakes his head and joins the others.

He held back further down the road, let the other three ride out in front to be left alone with his thoughts. “wha’ happened?” coyote asked rooster who hummed. “He fell in love and her daddy drew him away, hated the idea of his lil girl hangin’ around wi’ some highwayman – he looked at her like she hung the stars,” rooster looks up at the constellations; the other two remain silent. “then five years ago, her dad cornered him in the saloon, said if he didn’t leave his daughter alone he’d hang him and make her watch. Hell he was willing to be hung if it meant he got some more time with her” he looks back at the other two “but god he wouldn’t let her watch” he sniffed “so he left. I went with him. God damn nearly drank ‘imself to death.” He shook his head “never came back?” bob asked “never, look at ‘im. He cant handle it.” They all looked to the man a couple tens of metres behind who had his head hung low. Why couldn’t he have her?

“Hey kid” you look up and dust off your skirt “hey uncle pete” he smiles at you “you missing a mare?” you shake your head “nuh uh, falcon got sold to some travellers an hour or two ago, paid good money for ‘im too” you tell him, and he raises his brows “travellers?” you hum “travellers” he smirks “well ice thought he saw a gang of highwaymen” he says and you shrug “might’ve been, but they wanted a horse and they paid for a horse so in my eyes they’re customers” you say. “you know Beau wont be happy if Jake’s back in town, sweetheart” he says quieter and your eyes well again. “yeah well, its fine. I told him to beat it. Maybe he wont come back for another five years, maybe he wont come back at all” you reply and turn away. “Just left you his hat to remember him by, huh?” You feel two arms wrap around you in a tight hurt and you turn to sob into his shoulder. “I loved him pete” you say with a gasp and he nods “I know honey, I know you love him still. You’d probably have a few young’uns by now if it wasn’t for your dad” Pete says “he left me Pete, and my dads all alone without me, im all he’s got” you say with a huff. “and when your dads gone?” he asks and you shake your head “don’t say that” pete shrugs “it’s the truth baby” he says, stroking the back of your head “how about you come for dinner with me ‘nd Penny?” he suggests and you nod into his neck.

Back on the road the boys had settled in for the night around fifty miles from Miramar, bellies full and all but one’s hats over their eyes. “Y’got balls, kid” a voice announces and they all jump, hands shooting for their pistols but jake and Bradley relax when they see who it is “lower ‘em, boys” and the other two hesitantly replace their guns into their holsters. “Maverick” Rooster nods “y’know ive had ‘er cryin’ into my shoulder all evenin’?” Jake inhales sharply. He couldn’t speak for the lump in his throat. “Hell you had balls coming to Miramar to get a damned horse while Cyclone’s still in charge. But boy you must be brave to walk up to her goddamn ranch.” He continued “now you were told that if anyone ever saw your ass in these parts you’d be hung and she’d watch” Jake looked up at him. “what? Y’here to take me back so he can finish the job, maverick?” Jake scoffed, expression saddened and almost weak. Coyote and Bob had never seen him like that; so defeated – so glum. “Cyclone’s dying.” And silence ensued. “Coughin’ up blood and got his single, unwed daughter carin’ for him” “she’s a good girl” Jake replied, taking another sip of the whiskey he’d been carelessly nursing in his flask since they'd sat. “she is and she’s hurtin’. Her daddy’s the only thing she’s got” Maverick replied. “and I don’t know what im gonna do with her when he goes because I haven’t seen her in five years. You left and seem’d to take ‘er with ya”

“if you come back to Miramar, her daddy’s gonna hang ya like he promised” jake swallowed “if you don’t then im gonna kill ya myself.” Jake raised his brows. “c’mon back, y’all can stay with me for the night” Maverick says as he turns his horse around “she don’t wanna see me, Mav” jake replied “bullshit. Damn girls in love with ya, what kind of godfather am I if I let her get that way again? I'll be damned if I let you break her twice. C’mon, the lot of ya.” He instructed, and began trotting back down the trail on old Tomcat, god knows how the old horse was still moving Bob silently got onto his horse and eyed the rest of them “y’coming?”

Chapter 1 | Chapter 3

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avastyetwats · 5 months

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Alt!

(Inuyasha was the FIRST EVER character I wrote as. Years and years ago. It's my all time favorite anime and, fun fact, I HATED Koga when I first watched Inuyasha in high school, but now? He's my favorite LMAO. So I present, these two idiots <3)

"Hm? The hell do you want, ya mangy wolf?" Inuyasha didn't even have to look to know who it was was standing behind him. He could recognize that damned stench anywhere.

"Nothing that concerns you, mutt face. I'm here to see Kagome." Blue orbs scan the area around him, but he sees no one else. Doesn't even smell her except on the mutt. Damn him.

Inuyasha scoffs. "Tch, good luck findin' her. She ain't even here right now. You're just wastin' your time." His remains laying on the ground, his back to the wolf demon, and his eyes closed.

"What!? Where the hell is she, then!? I swear, mutt, if you lost her again..." He doesn't need to say it. The threat is there. Not even a threat, but a promise.

"Like I'd do that." Now his eyes are open, and he turns his head to look at him over his shoulder, his anger flaring. "I know where Kagome is," He smirks then, taunting him with the knowledge of her whereabouts. "but I don't have to tell you, so beat it, wolf!"

Bastard. Koga growls, but he remains calm. He's better about that than the hot-headed dog demon. He'll just choose to get under his skin a little more because if there's one thing Koga loves, it's annoying the fuck out of Inuyasha. "Heh. No, thanks. If you know where she is that means she'll be comin' back here eventually, so I'll wait." Now he's the one smirking when he sees how pissed off that makes him.

"Like hell you will!" He's on his feet now, facing him, his fists clenched. "I don't need you hangin' around here, get lost!" He doesn't need to voice his threats, it's obvious in the way he stands.

Koga sees this, but he doesn't move. Let Inuyasha make the first move. Koga will be sure to make the last. "I don't care what the hell you want or need. I can do whatever the hell I want, so deal with it!" He growls back, waiting for the stupid mutt to make his move. Maybe it'll even happen just as Kagome makes her return. Koga would love to see her send him face first into the ground with what special spell of hers.

#inuyasha and koga my loves #i LOVED writing these two lmao #their rivalry is so much fun and i miss it honestly #thank you for sending this!!#i had a lot of fun writing this #resting at the inn (ooc)

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"ppl who celebrate character birthdays are annoying pass it on"

FUCK this post, and Happy Birthday Neon Kurama~! ...right, so you know it's all gonna go horribly wrong, but she's our friend! We support her!

Spoilers, I guess...

-What a massive L the Jyamato have taken.

-Garden Grandpa has become Construction Grandpa!

-OOOOOOOH

-Oh hey Daichi. Just sorta hangin' around, huh?

-I don't blame you tbh, I'd be sitting on my ass too.

-April 4th! That's two days from now!

-:)

-Happy Basuday~!

-...:(

-They kidnapped the poor girl on her birthday.

-"What do you even get the Celebrity 'It' Girl who has everything? ...aside from loving parents, treatment like a normal human being, a boyfriend who isn't over twice her age, and a break from creepy weirdos on the internet?"

-...three, five, and seven, huh?

-Keiwa's just totally numb to all of Ace's... Ace-iness.

-Toro, toro!

-It's a Toreador! Just like the ones referenced in that indie horror game from 2014! Octodad: Dadliest Catch!

-...is this just the Seito/Touto proxy battle arena from Build? I think it is, at least, I'm probably wrong.

-Beroba continues to Bull-y Michinaga for her entertainment.

-Fight!

-I swear, by my sword and capote, that I will once again prove victorious!

-Bullfight!

-Rook! Bishop! Buffa! All the most powerful chess pieces!

-Shut the fuck up Chirami, you ain't doing shit.

-"Happy Birthday :)"

-Na-Go Stans are wildin'

-We win, we party!

-Hot damn, Keiwa!

-Oooooh, disarming yourself for a shot? Clever.

-Oh, whoops! Bero be cheatin', who coulda guessed!

-"You cheated. You didn't learn, you didn't improve."

-Oh God, Beroba's gonna leak her DMs.

-Gotta win!

-Oh hello, Kyuun.

-"A present! For me~?"

-"No! >:( ...Maybe :("

-You're so full of crap, man.

-Free Boost~!

-Sweet and salty! Just like sea-salt ice cream!

-Word of advice lads, be honest.

-OH FUCK, IT'S DAD

-...I think I forgot his name, I'm just gonna call him Papa Naoto until I remember it.

-You're only like... marginally better a parent than your wife, man. And that's only because you don't hit her or constantly try restraining her.

-...man, I just realized, Neon suffers trauma from being kidnapped at a young age and her mother just... holds her captive. Irony at its most fucked up.

-To be quite honest, I don't think Kyuun'd be much better company than Jeff Pesos or whoever Izumi had in mind.

-Man, these supporter plotlines are so interesting, holy shit.

-Ah, yep. There's Ace. Looking into it.

-"Geats. How unexpected."

-...Waaaait...

-"I've had quite enough of family matters from last season, thank you very much."

-KOUSEI, THAT'S HIS NAME

-Ace, you don't just walk up to a girl and lay her backstory out like that.

-I'll give Kousei credit, he at least seems legitimately worried.

-Doesn't even seem to have a scratch on her. Seems a little at odds with the depiction of the kidnapping itself, huh?

-Man... Can't even cake.

-Time for the mountain lion to descend upon the bull.

-...shit, that was lame. Pretend you never noticed that.

-OH?

-Okay, it's Ace time!

-Beroba's such a scrublord. Or uh... scrublady, as the case may be.

-Ooooooh, boy!

-Set!

-Dual On! Ninja! Magnum!

-Ready, Fight!

-Get splashed, idiot!

-"Two, huh?"

-Set!

-Ooooooh, he's not going into Laser Boost, okay!

-That's neat! They kept that suit around!

-PNGTuber Beroba.

-Ohhhhhh noooo

-You're an absolutely horrendous excuse of human being, Beroba.

-Great job Takahashi, banger villain. Especially you Namika-san, you're putting in a fantastic performance <3

-Ohhh, Ace is MAD mad.

-Everybody loves Na-Go-san!

-...holy shit, that is so cruel. They just

-Instantly went on a targeted harassment campaign.

-AKARI?

-Ohhhh

-...that's

-That's depressing as fuck.

-...that goes a long way to explain why Izumi was so controlling and Kousei dumped all his money into... I'm gonna be completely honest, what's basically a snuff film ring.

-Why would he let Giroli pick Neon to play then?

-"She was lying" SHUT THE FUCK UP

-Completely ruined my homegirl's life.

-Fucking MURDER that thing, Ace.

-Oh shit, Kyuun! My dude!

-Next episode.

-#NaGoSweep!

#kamen rider geats #kamen rider #kr geats #geats #geats spoilers #the world's next round: trick shot of desire for the grand victory

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Ask Game: List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers :)

⭐️Sure I'll do this! I don't get asks often.

List of 5 things that make me happy.

1.) My boyfriends.

Bein' around them, whether just in servers or in our lil chat, always makes my day better. They're so cute and funny. I love playin' Minecraft with @gb-diesellok and I used ta play Palworld with @golden-spike. I still wanna find more games ta play with them. They're very understandin' about what I've been through and try ta be supportive. We listen to each other and talk through any problems we might have goin' on. And, when we don't wanna talk about it, we're still there for each other. Eventually we talk it through, but bein' patient and not pryin' is important. I feel safe with them and when life is really bad I know I can be with them and feel better.

2.) Food.

I love food and I always have. I can't eat a lot of things in this life because of Tay's food texture issue, but I still get ta sweet talk her into lettin' me try different stuff if I think we can both handle it. I also just like lookin' at food. I dunno what it is about it. I know you all have seen the food I reblog.

3.) Travel.

I used ta travel all the time in my past life. In this one, Tay's work doesn't really let us travel but her determination does. I've been to both coasts of this country thanks to her! I still want ta go to a sandy beach at some point. I've only been to a rock east coast one. We're suppose ta go ta Florida this year so that'll be a new place! I can't wait! We're also tryin' ta save up ta see Kerkopes and their system again. It's always a goal we have because we love hangin' out with them! Hopefully our health will be good enough so we can keep up with them when we walk around town.

4.) Streaming.

At the heart of who I am: I'm an entertainer. In my past life I was chasin' money when I shoulda tried ta just become an entertainer. I did band stuff and I loved that. Now with Tay, I found a passion for doin' the streamin' stuff. I look forward to it every time we have one, I even enjoy her art ones because I get ta sing. It's nice! Here's the gaming channel. This is the art one that is strictly 18+.

5.) Going for walks.

Tay tries ta let me go outside at least three times a week, which is a lot for us. Now that it's gettin' warmer out, I would like ta be outside at least once a day. We take walks to the gas station down the road, just ta get some exercise and some drinks for the week. Then, when Tay has Ko-Fi orders, we go to the post office and to the lil sandwich stop nearby. It's pretty nice! Our health has gotten a lot better too since we've started bein' more active!

⭐️Thanks for sendin' me this! I might send this to a couple other people. Not sure yet. I guess it depends on who like this ask.

#fictive life #asks

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spidercom · 11 months

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If you can, may you please do a Pavitr x spider person male reader? :)

HANGIN OUT!~

Pairing!:Pavitr and spider!M/N!

Warnings?:None just major fluff.

Summary?: Pavitr wants to tell reader something but doesn’t know how so Gwen helps him out at the ‘hangout’ for the two.

(Y’all this is my first one-shot like thingy so if it’s bad then uhh- nvm💀)

Das

Just like any day in Hobies Dimension. Pavitr was ranting to the marvelous 3 (marvelous 3 being Miles, Gwen, and Hobie.) about you, your costume your personality all that stuff. Eventually Hobie just chuckled and decided to say something “why don’t you ask him out ‘den eh?” All the three nodded in agreement while Pavitr blushed crazily. “Yeah! Y’all seem like a cute couple!” Gwen says with a big grin as the chuckles. “I- what?! I don’t have the guts to do that!” Pavitr says raising his hands for a dramatic effect. The 3 laughs at his nervousness and possible embarrassment. “I mean that’s what happened with me and Gwen.” Miles says as Gwen blushes and slightly smacks his arm. “Yeah, but anyway. Y’all are gonna hangout tomorrow right? Jus’ ask ‘em out then.” Hobie says jumping onto his couch. “Fine! But I’m gonna need help.” Pavitr says crossing his arms with a pout. Gwen chuckles “I’ll help! I got the skills to anyways, right Miles?” She says in a teasing tone turning her head to Miles as he blushes a dark red out of embarrassment. “Here take this comm, it’s only connected to our network.” Hobie says handing him a comm. Pavitr puts the comm into his ear as the 3 head back to their original universes.

The next day the 4 meet up in Hobies dimension again. “Alrighty so… what time are you supposed to hangout with M/N?” Gwen says eating a banana Hobie gave her. “Well since we’re meeting up at his dimension I guess around 5?” Pavitr says in a questioning tone checking his dimensional watch thingy. Gwen sighs as she lays her head onto Miles’s shoulder. “Well you better get ready because it’s almost 5 in his dimension.” Gwen chuckles as Pavitr panics quickly grabbing his things and leaving, not before saying goodbye to the 3 though. As Pavitr jumps through the portal he quickly closes it swinging to your usual hangout spot. As he lands onto the roof he sits onto the edge waiting for you. When he sees you land into your heroic but unusual pose he shouts. “Hey M/N!” He says waving to you with a huge smile. “Hey Pav!” You wave back to him as you walk up to him siting next to him on the edge. “Uhh- M/N I-I wanted to ask you something..” Pavitr says glancing at you as a small blush appears onto his face. “Ask away Pav.” You say with a chuckle as you take your Spider-mask off to look up into the stars. (Y’all took like 2 hours to get there so it like 7 pm now. ITS WINTER BTW BTW.) “U-Um ..” he stutters fiddling with his fingers for a second. “W-will you go out with me?” You both say blushing a bright red as Pavitr looks to see your reaction. You turn your head to face his as your blushing a bright pink. “Ofcourse I’ll go out with you!” You both say again with a laugh. “Jinx!” You both say loudly pointing your fingers at each other. Y’all sit in a comforting silence as you both turn back to the stars. You lay your head onto his shoulder with a sigh as the star’s light shines into your beautiful e/c eyes. “Your eyes are beautiful.” He mumbles loud enough for you to hear it. “So are yours.” You say giving him a kiss on his cheek as you lay your head back onto his shoulder as he blushes profusely. “T-thank you.” He says softly as you both stare into the night sky of New York City for the rest of the night.

(MIND YOU ALL THIS IS MY FIRST ONESHOT/FIC SO IF I MADE ANY MISTAKES PLEASE LET ME KNOW IT WOULD HELP ALOT!! THANK YOU AND GOODBYEEEE!!!

#across the spiderverse #pavitr prabhakar #male reader #gay love #atsv hobie #hobie brown #miles morales #spiderman atsv #atsv gwen #gwen stacy

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a-prawn · 1 year

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hey man i just wanna say ive followed ur art since ye olde days and seeing you still around puts a smile on my face. your art has always been a huge inspiration and i feel very fortunate that i still get to see it now and again. best wishes ✌️

awww thank you! this is very kind of you <3 i'm glad you're still hangin' around :^)

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adhdavinci · 10 months

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Requesting some GHP4: wrath is a bad coping mechanism for WIP Wednesday please!

i fucked up and originally put 3 instead of 4 in the post lol. this is a big chunk, answering for a total of 5 (!!!) asks, thanks so much yall!

⚠️GHP spoilers

"So was he any good? Or was it hard for him to fuck with that stick up his ass?" Jak snorts. "I'm not answering that." "Aw, c'mon, pal, you can't keep me hangin'! Yanno, we forgot to fuck yesterday." The jealousy is back in Daxter's voice. An awkward cough. "Yeah, I realized…" "Hey honey," Tess interrupts, "d'ya know where that gummy is, the one I had in this drawer?" "Uh," Daxter turns, his ears going a little low. "I, uh, mighta had it last night?" Tess's hand freezes. "Wait," she says, "you were high last night?" "Um…" Daxter's ears flatten completely. "Yeah. I didn't tell ya?" "No." Tess inhales slowly. "You didn't think you should've, you know, asked me first?" She's wording this terribly, but right now, it's hard to care. The spark of irritation has caught, and it's threatening to become a fire. Her back spasms again, the cramps setting in fully, and she grits her teeth against the wave of pain. "Sorry, babe." The sheepish little grin on Daxter's face makes the flame grow a little more. "I'll get ya some more tonight, okay?" He turns back to Jak. "If you ain't gonna tell me, I'm gonna have to assume that he had terrible dick game and you need someone to save ya. And baby, I volunteer." He leans in close. Surprisingly, Jak moves away from Daxter slightly. He's still smiling, but it's - not fake, but forced. Underneath it, he looks exhausted. Definitely not up for their shared boyfriend's tomfoolery right now. "Hey, Daxxie, how about we give Jak a little space -" "C'mon, Tessie, look at him! No way he got the right treatment from the likes of Torn. Never fear, the Daxternator's here!" The air around Tess feels slightly stuffy. There's an odd grinding sound - ah, it's her teeth. Daxter continues on. "Whaddya think, baby? Should we go save some water?" His eyes flick to Tess for a second, and suddenly, she has a bad feeling. "Or we could skip this little dance -" "Daxter," Tess warns. "- and have the threesome we're all dyin' to try!" The silent shock on Tess's lips is mirrored on Jak's face. Abruptly, Tess stands, the blaze in her chest barely contained as she ekes out, "Actually, Daxter, we need to leave." "Huh?" The ottsel blinks. "Whaddya mean? We got a mission?" "Yes. Right now. Let's go." Jak stands, Daxter scrambling onto his shoulder, but Tess points at the man, using all her authority as Torn's right hand to command, "You stay. This is just Daxter and me. Your job right now is to get in that bed and take a nap. You look dead on your feet." With a frown, Jak starts, "If there's a mission -" "It's nothing serious. Just a supply run." She glares at Daxter. "Someone had the last of my painkillers." Daxter cringes and leaps down.

#wip wednesday #jnd #ghp tag #my fic #mine #ask #kidsomeday

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hollypies · 2 years

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Man. I am sorry that you are having such a terrible time at work. I'm sorry so many grown adults in your life seem to not have figured out how to be decent. I'm sorry you're not being listened to and respected like you should be. Make sure to remember that ypu deserve better so you don't end up settling for worse <3 I hope your situation improves soon and you get the things you need from the people around you. I know you're trying your best, you're a tough kid, keep hangin in there. Sending good vibes your way and wishing you some really good rest and some good laughs real soon <3<3<3

Hi sorry this took so long to answer ougha I've been pretty busy lately!

And thank you, I really do appreciate the good vibes hehe! It's been. Rough to say the least.

As for the adults well. There's just nothing I can do about it. They won't listen to me and my mom just thinks I'm melodramatic ooof. And lately my mother has noticed I've. Put on a few pounds and now I can't eat food without feeling like shit agh .. i wish she'd just let me be about my weight but whatever

I do hsve a new friend though! We're both the same age, and I think he's pretty neat. So it's not all bad ha. We even got to hang out at my house and play Mario party for a bit!

And yeah, I'm gonna keep trucking on! World can't knock me off, I'm to cool to die h gh hgh

But seriously, I'm gonna keep going. Try to get back into the swing of creating things ! Do what makes me happy !

And uhm! Yeah! That's about it hgghgf! Sorry again it took me a while to answer, work and school are killing me atm. I dont get breaks for holidays with school and on weekends I have 6 hour shifts. I just wish I had more time

Anyway here's a cat pic!

She eepy

#holly answers #anonpaws #hiii again!! i think youve been here a few times #you alwasy have nice things to say #and yhm! i really really appreciate it. it means a lot more than you probably thinm haha #and i probably should deserve better but idk. ive been raised like this all my life and adults especially never take me seriously #out of all my brothers im the . theyre all like. healthy. they need the same accommodations that i do #and it sucks because i dont think my parents are even trying to understand.#i mean. the first time i had to go home because of work my dad was talking to mt mom about putting me in. a care home??? like.#why. why do that ??? bruh #ougha ! its just a lot to manage but. im trying to make it all work!#im gonna have to stop eating around my mom though because she will NOT stop talking about my weight oooouggh #rip my sanityy.

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