#....i will be very happy and wait patiently for the vid to come out

[daddy-ul]

AND NOW YOU OPEN WITH FUCKIN KTHULU????

What's next, SUICIDE AND REDEPTION?

Are you gonna look me in the eye and open a damn Metallica concert with suicide and redemption without me present?

#gotta sit down duders #i SWEAR that if they do suicide and redemption-- #WITHOUT ME. KNOWN PRESIDENT OF THE DEATH MAGNETIC TURBO LOVERS--- #....i will be very happy and wait patiently for the vid to come out #song related #setlists #they have done it just twice!!!! #last time for the 30th anniversary #i know it's not a given and not plausible bc.... there are a lot more tour dates than there are instrumental tallica songs #also denmark shouldnt get s&r bc they already got it the first time #i know you guys are special but leave something for us okay? sjsjsjksjs #this fuel my mad plan to go see them in Helsinki jddkkdks

[sassuguru]

FAWN BLEATS! "kept c'in dat 1 vid abt al squeakin' dere'4 i decided to rite 'bout it :3," the artist says. the art includes alastor from hazbin hotel, in a pre-established relationship with gn!reader. all warnings include sinner!reader, reader was a wildlife biologist, the hotel scheming, teasing, alastor being embarrassed, 'nd very slight suggestive content.

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You have come to a conclusion.

Alastor bleats. The Radio demon, your boyfriend, bleats.

It was a long process conducting the experiments to see if you were correct. After all, Alastor is quite the clever man. It wouldn't take him long to figure out that you were attempting to study him, just like the time you were trying to figure out if his ears were actually ears.

As a wildlife biologist in your past life, you were very familiar with woodland creatures, their features, and their habits.

Hence, when you arrived in Hell, for some reason, you had a field day with all of the sinners who had animal-like features due to the circumstances of their deaths. And coincidentally, you had a particular interest with animals such as deers. They were so cute! How could you not be so interested in them? Perhaps that was why you were so interested in the Radio demon? You immediately caught onto the features such as his antlers, the bend of his legs that resembled the hind legs of a deer, and the hoof pattern on the bottom of his shoes.

Now, concerning the bleating phenomenon, you knew that Alastor resembled a fawn rather than a buck (unless he's transformed). Meaning, he'd likely have other features that related to that of a fawn.

Fawns make certain sounds, even if they are typically quiet. For example, they make a bleating or squeaking sound when excited! (It also applies to negative emotions, but we'll ignore that). Something you swear you've heard Alastor do. Alastor isn't very expressive of his emotions, its the point of his smile. But there are moments when you swear up and down he's happy than he seems. For example, when Rosie spun him around when you visited her emporium with Charlie.

You caught it, though you don't think anyone else did. Since the visit to the emporium, you've been waiting patiently to catch his little bleat again, which unfortunately, brought the entire hotel to come up with a scheme.

"Whatcha doin', toots?"

You look over at Angel, snapping out of whatever haze you were in. "Hm?" Angel chuckles, "Were ya schemin' or somethin'? You were deep in thought."

"Hm? Oh, was I?" You lightly shrug, "I was wondering if Al bleats." In hindsight, you probably shouldn't have said that to Angel Dust of all people. "Huh?" Angel tilts his head, "Whadda ya mean if Al bleats?" You look at Angel as if he's stupid, though, not everyone notices the things you do. And not everyone is well versed in the behaviors of wild animals.

You point upwards, looking to the side in though as you speak. "You know how all is a deer demon?" You point to the top your head, "You'd think he'd be a buck, but his antlers are small so he's likely walking around like a fawn. And some of his behaviors resemble a—oh, sorry." You laugh as you realize Angel is not following you whatsoever. "A buck is an adult male deer, they have big antlers. A fawn is a baby one, they have small antlers."

"Uh huh," Angel slowly nods, looking at you with a weird expression you can't describe. 'Nerds,' he thinks to himself.

"Anyway, because he looks like a fawn I was wondering if he bleats. Fawns bleat or squeak when excited, or surprised...or scared," you hum, thinking to yourself. The last time you heard the sound it was with Rosie, he likes Rosie, he'd be happy right? And you swear you heard the sound when you finally figured out the recipe for Shrimp Creole. He ate that shit up. And you swear you that sound when Al brought back that dead hell deer from the forest.

"Really?" Angel asks with a mischievous tone. "Mhm!" You answer mindlessly, wondering how you could catch him making the sound. After all, it's not as if he's easy to please nor surprise the man.

Angel's signature up-to-no-good laugh leaves his lips, pulling you from your trance. "Angel?" You question, worrying about what he'll do.

"Nothin' sweets, just got an idea. Maybe I'll help ya," you give him a questioning look and the spider only giggles. "Angel..." you say in a warning tone, glaring at him as you recognize his giggle of mischief. "Nothin' ta worry about, toots," he winks and quickly leaves your vicinity.

"Wha—Oh no," you sigh. "Angel!"

For the next few days you've seen an increase in Angel's pranks. Specifically, the 'Surprise!' type of pranks. And strangely enough, it seems that Charlie is on board as well. Although, not in the surprising part.

She's been constantly suggesting activities that could possibly make Alastor happy. "Why don't we trying a buffet? Or just cooking together?!" You have zero idea why Charlie thought it was a smart idea, but regardless, you went along with it.

It was awful.

You sigh as you watch Angel, yet again, try and surprise Alastor. At this point, you can tell the man is getting annoyed. You sigh and lean over to whisper at Charlie.

"Hey, uh. Charlie? Maybe we should stop trying this Alastor scheme? He's getting pretty annoyed," you chuckle nervously as you glance at the Radio Demon and the Spider. Charlie chuckles nervously, "Probably..."

You attempt to speak, "Actually, Charlie. I think I have an idea—" though its with failure at Alastor's shadow morphes into himself right next to you.

A high-pitched squeak leaves your lips at his sudden appearance.

"Hah! It seems as if the tables have turned, my dear," Alastor chuckles. "Huh?" You whisper. Alastor's finger hooks under your chin, tilting your face closer to his. "Did you think I wouldn't find out about your little scheme? I assure you dear, I make no such noises. However, it seems as if you do!"

Your surprise fades into a frown. "Party killer," you huff, looking away from him.

Alastor leans up to his full height. "Party killer? Oh, I am no such thing! I have let you have your fun. This show is simply, over!"

"Whatever you say, Bambi," Angel rolls his eyes, shutting up quickly when Alastor sends him a glare.

You groan, annoyed that you'll probably never get a chance to actually hear him bleat, which sucks. If Angel wasn't so persistent at times, you huff. "Fine! We'll drop it," you announce. However, you pull him down by his tie and lean up to whisper, "Though, I'll make you slip up in the future. After all, I figured out about your tail."

Alastor ear twitch at the sultry tone of your voice. He feels his tail twitch beneath his overcoat and he sits up straight. "Whatever you day, dearest," he grins, clearly not upset anymore.

After that interaction, the hotel stopped scheming to get him to slip the noise. Well, stopped isn't the right word. More like, the scheming got quite. Of course, to Husk and Vaggie's unamusment.

You had finally come up with a plan to capture that fawn bleat you knew he kept hidden.

The Radio Demon had mentioned his desire to taste red beans and rice again in his now afterlife. As his partner, you gleefully promised to perfect a recipe for him. Of course, you got to work, hoping desperately that this would get him to slip.

"Why don't you sit with me while I cook?" You hum, "You'll be served first!" (Let's pretend beans don't have to marinate overnight for the sake of this fic)

Alastor watches you set the ingredients on the counter. "Of course, I'm cooking your Venison separately, others are eating." Alastor hums, "If you wish me to." You clap happily, "Yay!"

You sing softly, smiling to yourself when Alastor decides to him along, the quiet sound of a track playing from a radio made you happy. You thought to yourself about the plan, it only involved dinner being delayed for a bit.

(1) You would cook a meal Alastor would surely like, (2) serve it to him while it's completely quiet, just you two, and (3) the rest of the hotel quietly and carefully sits outside of the kitchen to hear the results. Hopefully Alastor is simply too caught up in food to notice the bunch outside of the kitchen.

Once your done cooking, there's a plate of cut venison and cut smoked sausage sitting on the counter. You scoop beans and rice onto a plate, carefully adding his vension with his meal. You sit it in front of him.

"First come, first served," you smirk and wink.

You reason that Alastor would likely let his guard down when backs and turned, hence, you turn around to clean and organize plates while carefully listening to the Radio Demon.

Out of the corner of your eye you seem him take a bite, though, instead of the fawn sound, he hums. The crew internally groan outside of the kitchen. If the Radio demon was something, it was stubborn. You silently curse to yourself and towards Alastor, a new thought in mind. You bend over on the counter. "Well, how is it?"

"It's exquisite, my dear! Reminds me of my mother's cooking!" You chuckle, "Well I'm glad you think so!"

You hum and press your lips quickly to his when he glanced at his plate. Then you heard it.

A grin forms on your face as you hear the sound of a fawn bleat leave him. You lean back and tilt your head at expression. "What? I'm wearing an apron that says, 'Kiss the Cook', Al," you wink and step back, "What a cute little fawn you are!"

You don't miss the darkening of his cheeks as you walk away with your statement. "Dinner's ready!" You call out to those on the other side of the wall. They all pile in, sporting different looks of disbelief as they look at you. Alastor clears his throat, attempting to keep up his appearances as a small pout his displayed on his face.

Angel stands next to you as he fixes his plate. "Didn't know you wer' such a flirt, docta," Angel teases. You shrug, "You can do anything you want if you put your mind to it."

FINALLY FINISHED DIS THING

#( sect. i ) — small exhibit #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x gender-neutral reader #alastor fluff #hazbin alastor x reader #hazbin alastor x gender-neutral reader #hazbin alastor fluff #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x gender-neutral reader #gender neutral reader #x gender neutral reader #gn reader

[keichanz]

guys. it's happening.

i'm writing again.

and oh my GOD does it feel good. y'all i'll be completely honest, i was so scared that my motivation to write was gone. it has been so long since i've actually been inspired to write anything, and then suddenly i come across a tiktok video and BAM. like i've come across vids that make me go "hmmm that'd be a cute oneshot" and then file it away to ponder at a later time, but this particular one made me go !!!!!! and ZWHOOOP off to microsoft word i went lmao.

now please dont get too excited - i dont know when ill actually finish it, or how long it's even gonna be. at the moment i surmise maybe ten or so pages. but yall know me - it could be way longer than that lol. and yes before you ask it's inukag pfftt. like i would write anything else. c'mon.

but anyway. i'm writing again and i'm so happy adj;ifa;lf. no i will not post the video that inspired me lmaooo y'all gonna have to wait until i post it huehuehue~ i just hope it doesn't turn out as complete trash because i haven't written anything in so long pfftt

in addition, since im making a post, ill also take the opportunity to say that i'm going to be moving most of my fanfiction from ffnet onto ao3 eventually. possibly near future. i say most because there are a few fics that i have no problem dying right along with ffnet.

if there is a certain fic of mine on ffnet that you want to read on ao3, drop a line and lemme know. if its one i plan on not posting on there, if it gets enough "votes," ill consider posting it.

thanks guys. for hanging around this long and being patient with me, i mean. i know ive probs lost a few followers for being so inactive, which that's fine, it happens. but im grateful for all of you that stuck around with me this long. and i really hope this oneshot i'm writing is worth the very long wait for new content lol. who knows maybe ill have it done in time for christmas 👀

i love you all ❤️

keiz

#dammit keiz #IM ALIVE #keizfanfiction #YEEE

[katseyeworld]

Hey guysss🖤 This is Lara :) How is everyone?! I’ve missed you all so much and hope everything is good ! I wanted to thank you all so much for your ongoing support and all the love you’ve shown to me n my girls throughout this whole journey. Yall are truly my besties 🖤 And to our new fans, welcome!!! Thank you for joining us and I hope you’re excited, we have some amazing things in store for all of you;) TY also for being so sweet and active in the weverse community, I LOVE talking with you guys! Y’all are literally hilarious LMAO😭 I wanna meet you all in person one day 🖤 It’s been so crazy the past couple months reflecting on my year and time as a trainee. It honestly still doesn’t feel real and I process that I’m actually in Katseye more and more everyday lol😭 It just feels larger than life, and i can’t even put into words how grateful I am that my dream came true. Thank you all for helping me make it come true 🖤 I know this is gonna be insanely amazing. i cant wait to share our sisterhood with y’all. I’m also so excited to continue repping my brown girlssss, seeing all of your comments on weverse calling me “chellam” and saying that you feel represented and inspired means everything to me. You are all so beautiful 🖤 I remember when the first ever teaser for Dream Academy came out and we all said “dream” in our languages. Everyone in the comments was so shook n excited to hear their language, and that meant everything to us!!! When the vid dropped we all ran into the studio crying because we were so happy but scared at the same time to go public after keeping it a secret for so long. It’s crazy to think about how far we’ve come so fast. Recently i’ve been singing a lot, but really focusing on improving my dance skills! Megan and Dani have helped me a lot when it comes to dancing, so shoutout to themmm🖤 I’ve also been spending a lot of time making beats and writing songs in my studio! I also just got some new crystals and went on this beautiful hike in Malibu. I’m so excited and am feeling very good about the debut and hope that you guys are too!! thank you for being so patient with us, Ik the anticipation is a lot, trust me i feel it too!!!!! but i promise you won’t be disappointed 🖤 In the meantime let’s keep talking on weverse🖤 I love you all soo so so much🖤 let’s goooo!!

MWAH

see u v soon ;)

Lara 🖤

#katseye #weverse #lara

[matan4il]

do you think there was a possibility that either buck or eddie fell in love with each at first sight or quickly after they first met?

Hi lovely Nonnie! Thank you for this ask!

I actually think it's ridiculously probable. TBH, it’s my personal headcanon that they did fall in love for each other at first sight, they just had no idea that’s what was happening.

I’ve talked about Eddie’s introduction scene to Buck here and here (from my first round of meta), I mentioned that when Buck first sees Eddie, the new firefighter is fully his focus, it’s introduced in slow motion and with the sultry ‘Whatta Man’ playing in the background (Chim and Hen have already spotted the new guy and commented about him, so we see Eddie as Buck does, when he turns around to look for the guy they’re talking about), and the way everyone is mentioning how hot Eddie is and that his appeal crosses gender and sexual orientation lines, it implies Buck’s likely having a similar assessment, but he’s not ready to admit it. His history of insecurities thanks to Margaret and Phillip makes him hostile towards Eddie, because he’s scared for his own place on the team. But the reason he’s so scared is precisely because he gets immediately just how great Eddie is. At the same time, Eddie has his full attention from that point on.

Now let’s talk Eddie. I’ve written before that it’s implied he had a lot of interest in Buck, too. He tried to befriend him during the gym scene, eyeing him as Buck was taking selfies and then coming over and offering advice in order to make a good connection. And then he said he knew Buck was going through some things, implying he was asking about him (Chim might have blabbed about Abby, but I can’t see him just spilling such intimate details of Buck’s romantic life to a new guy without at least being prompted). Even when Buck was being a bit of a dick to him, Eddie at first tried to brush it aside and still bond... he doesn’t have to, it’s usually more than enough to be cordial with your coworkers, you don’t have to actually be friends, but Eddie’s interested.

Now, this was my reading of him in 201 even before I was introduced by the fantastic @judsonryder to the vid looking back on season 2, in which we see a bit of the introduction scene which wasn’t aired in the original ep:

All credit to her, the original post for this gif is here, please give it all the love!

We can see Hen, Chim and Bobby on one side of Eddie in this footage, so the person he’s turning to and absolutely beaming at must be Buck. Just freaking look at how happy and excited he is! Eddie’s smitten, too. I’m sure of it. And I also think it’s telling that they edited this out. I think they needed us to look at Eddie, wondering if he’s a jerk like Buck seemed to think he is. If we were to see this footage, we’d know right away that Eddie is a good guy, and that he’s gonna end up being really close to Buck, because they both right away show a special interest in each other.

This was always a love story, from the first second they met. They both were shaken up by meeting the other guy and it’s proven with the speed and ease that they get past their initial conflict and get to the point where they promise to have each other’s back (just a reminder that this was defined as THE element missing from Eddie and Shannon’s relationship, in these very words, upon her introduction in 207). They both trusted each other and were willing to give to the other man (Eddie giving Buck access into his private life, Buck giving Eddie the help he needed with Chris).

Love at first sight is recognizing on some level that this new person is it for you, even as it takes time to slowly get to know them and find out all the ways in which this person truly is it for you. I think that’s exactly what Buck and Eddie have had from the get go. I’m just patiently waiting for them to catch up and figure out that this is what happened to them.

Thank you so much for allowing me to ramble on, Nonnie! xoxox

To anyone else who sent me an ask, I am going through all of them, thank you so much for your patience! If you wanna check whether I've replied to yours yet, you can have a look at my ask tag. xoxox

#buddie #911meta #buddie meta #911 meta #9-1-1 #evan buck buckley #evan buckley #eddie diaz #edmundo diaz #ask #anon ask #911onabc #911 on abc #911abc #911 abc

[violetnotez]

fic or whatever concept: fushiguro is in love w the reader but they have a huge crush on yuuji and it’s just megumi suffering as the reader and yuuji get together and they’re actually really,,, happy??? and in love???

This is the shit I LIVE FOR -also I made a whole playlist for this idea-you can watch the vid here!

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Megumi x reader (not really?), Yuuji x reader

Songs to Listen to: Treat You Better (but the Kurt Hugo version, seriously, thank me later!)

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Maybe if he had tried harder, this wouldn’t have ended up like this. He just felt alone, empty, with nothing to show but a broken heart and head full of bitter dreams.

Did he fool himself? That maybe, some miraculous way, he would have won?

Megumi lay on his bed, worn sweatshirt making his skin crawl and his black sweats uncomfortable to wear, his toes curling from disgust.

Nothing could get his mind off of you, even months after you started dating Yuuji.

 It almost got worse, now that you were off limits.

Funny how it works like that.

His brain seemed to just always want to think of you-the way your voice seemed to sparkle when you yell out his name, the way you look too damn cute when you’d walk out of your dorm room in the morning, hair messy and feet bare-

Fuck fuck fuck.

Megumi groaned, placing a hand on his forehead and smoothing his hair back in exasperation.

You weren’t his, and you’d never be his-he shouldn’t be thinking of you like this. You were dating his best friend after all-didn’t he have any shame?

Even though he was in so much heart ache, so much pain from the fact he couldn’t have you.....he couldn’t ever hate his friend from taking you away from him.

Yuuji was good to you, and painfully, he had to admit Yuuji was better than him in every way as a boyfriend.

Yuuji was sociable, able to strike up a conversation and make everyone feel like his best friend-Megumi wasn’t like that.

Yuuji wasn’t afraid of physical touch, constantly having a hand on your hip to keep you near him or swinging you around lovingly like he hadn’t seen you in years- he was terrified of physical touch.

Yuuji was strong, powerful, and able to protect you from the world- he couldn’t say the same for himself.

Megumi’s insecurities were infesting his body, gnawing at his bones, squirming through his muscles and into his skin, making his jaw clench and nails dig deep into his skin from disgust within himself.

Why hadn’t he at least fucking tried?

But he had been too placid, too worried of rejection, too worried of ruining your friendship-

But then again....he was just too selfless. He was willing to let everyone around him surpass him if it meant they would win, thrive, and live happy lives- even if it meant he had to suffer the consequence.

Megumi squeezed the white sheets around him, twisting them into tight spirals around his digits.

He let it happen again-he had succumbed to that fear.

Years worth of affection, years worth of admiration and dedication-washed away like it never happened., because of it And now he was dealing with the repercussion with phantoms of what could have been, with the jealousy, and a broken heart.

Megumi shifted in his bed, feeling his sweatshirt stick to his back, his hand reached out to grasp at the white beams of moonlight drifting into his room.

What would have happened if he had said no that day? Would anything have changed-if he had admitted that he did like you, that he had wanted to call you his?

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He remembers that day like it was yesterday, that feeling of dread filling in his stomach as if he knew something was about to change, the shift of energy making an icy chill run along his back.

Yuuji has been behind him, leaving training as they usually do with his hands in his pockets.

It was quiet, the hallways empty except for the two of them, the wooden floors making soft clicks as it reacted to their footsteps. It should have felt peaceful, a soft breeze fluttering in from the opened windows as the sun began to set outside. But that errie sensation was still boiling in Megumi’s gut, that gnawing feeling of dread making him unable to enjoy the peace.

“Hey man, I wanted to ask you something real quick,” Yuuji’s voice stopped Megumi in his tracks, his feet halting with an echo in the empty corridor.

Megumi turned around slowly, tentatively, almost too worried to face what was behind him. 

Maybe at this time he knew what was about to happen, the feeling of dread settling.

“Sure,” he simply stated, shrugging nonchalantly as the golden sun set the room in a red hue.

“This might be a little personal,” Yuuji began, hands placed in the pockets of his sweatshirt still, “but I got a question about y/n.”

Yuuji looked at him, staring him down like two men in a duel. He was serious, more serious than Megumi had seen him in a long time.

“I know you guys are pretty close...”

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” Megumi stated, swallowing a ball of saliva down his dry throat.

“Well, I-“ Yuuji sighed, pink hair swaying as he looked down at the floor quickly, almost preparing himself for what he was about to say next.

“I-I wanted to ask them out.....out on a date....”

“- it okay with you?”

Megumi’s eyes widened in shock, the his whole body feeling as if hit by a ton of bricks from Yuuji’s words.

This was it-the worst case scenario, the worst thing he knew was happening but didn’t want to admit.

Megumi tried to recover quickly, his eyes slanting back down to unamused slits in a matter of seconds.

“Why are you asking me?” he questioned, trying to keep the growing panic inside him at bay,” It’s not like I dictate who she dates.”

“I think you know why.”

“I don’t.”

“Fushigoro-“

Megum sighed violently, eyes looking up at the ceiling as he tried to fight the growing pain in his heart.

“I don’t dictate your life-I don’t dictate them-and you don’t dictate mine. Do whatever the hell you want-“

“I won’t date them unless you say it’s okay for me to Fushigoro.”

Itadori’ voice had none of that boyish, playful tone to it. It was more mature than Megumi had even heard it-but something behind it was different.

It was almost like there was this desperateness to it- Yuuji needed him to say yes. Yuuji so badly wanted to call you his-just like him.

“You can say no-“ Itadori rushed on, eyes intense with anticipation, “-I won’t think less of you or hate you for it.”

Megumi watched as he shuffled uncomfortably, the knowledge that he just admitted his crush making him slightly sheepish as he scratched the back of his head.

“Hell, I know I would-” he said truthfully, “ I just don’t want to ruin our friendship by going behind your back.”

Fuck, Megumi wanted to fight for you. He wanted to so so badly.

Megumi had known you for longer, you two were close friends, he had a connection to you-didn’t he deserve to be yours after being so dedicated to only you?

Fushigoro was there for when you cried over your stresses, rubbing your back patiently as you let everything out of you, summoning his animals because he knew how much they made you happy.

He was there for your late night study sessions, the lighting hazy as the pouring rain pounded on the window, cleaning up your room of the papers and flashcards after he convinced you to go to sleep.

He trained with you when you worried you weren’t strong enough, always making sure to congratulate you in someway, fighting the redness in his cheeks after you had successfully completed a new move, your skin dangerously close to his.

God, he had waited for so long-why did the world have to fuck him over? Why did his best friend, out of all the people in the world he could form a crush on, like you like that?

But looking at Yuuji, he knew he wouldn’t win this war. Him and Yuuji were very similar in their passion and devotion, but the simple difference between them was Yuuji wasn’t afraid to be selfish.

Megumi was accustomed to backing down for everyone, sacrificing himself so the people he loved could succeed. It was an awful habit of his, maybe due to his insecurities, maybe just a routine he learned at this point, he would never know- but the fact was he knew that Yuuji would never stop fighting for you. Even if Megumi screamed at him, cursed at him, told him to fuck off and leave you alone-Yuuji wouldn’t ever stop loving you. Itadori would respect Megumi’s wishes, but he would still protect you, fight for you, and love you with everything in him.

And that much devotion coming from someone as charismatic and kind like that-what person wouldnt fall for that?

Megumi sighed, his heart breaking in two at the sudden realization hit him-he was too weak to be any threat to Yuuji.

”You’re not going behind my back.” He finally said, looking down at the floor as the self loathing boiled in his stomach.

“But you-“

“I don’t. Like them.” Megumi was seething, hating every fiber in his body for doing this to himself. Each word was choppy, the sentence laced with sternness and bitterness.

“-Do whatever the hell you want.”

Megumi needed to leave, and leave quick. He hadn’t felt this emotional in a long time, and he didn’t want Yuuji to start thinking that he was actually bothered by all of this.

He turned on his heel, ready to get out of there as quickly as possible-

“Hey Megumi- you really okay with this? This won’t change our friendship? I won’t do this unless youre okay-“

Yuuji took a step forward, hand reaching out to his friend as a peace offering, a sheepish smile on his lips.

Megumi turned, his chest tightening as he looked down at his hand, too tired to reach out for it and pretend like he didn’t hate his friend at this moment.

“They dont like me. They like you- I see it. You’ll make them happy, and that’s all I want for them.”

Yuuji smiled , seemingly content with his quiet friend’s answer.

“Thanks man,”

Megumi turned again, head hanging low as he quickly left the corridor, desperate to get out of there.

“Tell me thank you when they say yes.”

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He groaned, letting the painful memories overtake him as he turned his back to the wall.

It just hurt-maybe he would get over all of this one day, but right now he couldnt.

As if on cue to deepen his torture, he heard a giggle from you across his room, the muffled noise of Yuuji’s voice making him cringe.

Thin ass walls-you were probably visiting Yuuji again for the night, staying up all night to watch movies.....

This was destroying him-but he couldnt ever blame you for it, because you were oblivious to his love for you. He had made sure you would never catch on- and now you would never know because he was too cowardly to ever say it. 

God, what he’d do to have the roles switched though...with you breaking school rules to come visit him at night, to here that sweet laugh in his room, to feel your head cuddle into his chest, or see you slowly begin to wake up in the morning....

Megumi felt a pain in his chest at the wanting feeling that would never fully be satiated gnaw at his chest, his hands despertedly grabbing at his pillow and shoving it against his ear.

He didnt want to hear you, he didnt want to see you...at this moment he didnt want anything to do with you or Yuuji. 

This hurt too much...

Fuck, he really screwed up.

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[bitch-im-your-biggest-nightmare]

It Doesn’t Matter What They say [Corpse Husband]

Hey! This is my first time doing something on Tumblr. If you’d like, go to my Wattpad because thats where this story comes from! Also, sorry if its not accurate. Im still knew to the Corpse_Husband fanbase and the people the people he is seen playing with (-Cr1tiKal and Pewdiepie] and im not familiar with personalities 

Summary: No one knew of Corpse and Y/Ns relationship. Until Corpse thought it was a good time to reveal it and maybe to make the people who simp way too much over him calm down a bit. he thought it was a good idea, so did Y/N. But the fans were not happy..

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Corpse really loved Y/N. He loved her so much that he let her see his face- a week after they met. They met online through Twitter and became best friends, and they totally hit it off. Y/N made Corpse happy, and he trusted her with all his life. Y/N was small, cute, and innocent. She had a soft high pitched voice and was short. She was the exact opposite of Corpse, and that's what he loved about her. He loved when she wore his hoodies, they were always way bigger on her and the sleeves went over her hands. He loved how kind she was. Y/N was a sweetheart, and Corpse didn't know how he was able to score this hard.

Y/N really loved Corpse. He loves so damn much it might kill her. She was happy she got her phone fixed after it stopped charging, if she didn't this wouldn't have happened. They became best friends and hit it off, and she loved when she made Corpse smile. She knows his real name- but calls him Corpse because that's what he prefers. She knows his birthday, his favorite foods, his favorite songs, his personality, how to cheer him up, she knows everything. She loved Corpses deep voice and how it soothed her to sleep. She loved how tall he was compared to her. She loved sitting on his lap while he made his videos and did his streams. He loved wearing his warm hoodies and snuggling up to his chest after long days. Corpse was the best, and Y/N didn't how she was able to score this hard.

Corpse and Y/N thought it would be a good idea to reveal their relationship to the world.

So they did.

In his last stream, he was playing Among Us and decided to tell everyone about Y/N. His exact words were "Guys by the way, I think it's pretty important to tell you guys that I now have a girlfriend. Her names Y/N, and shes the sweetest little thing."

"I'm not little!" Y/Ns voice rung out from behind him. She was sitting on his bed watching him play. Everyone he was playing with freaked out at how soft and high pitched her voice was.

"Her voice is the exact opposite of Corpses, how is this possible?" Felix said with a laugh.

"How can a demon score with an angel?" Charlie commented.

"She sounds so cuuuute!" Poki said, already falling in love with Y/N even she never heard her voice.

"Awwe now I feel lonely." Sykkuno said, sending a sad face in the chat which made them all laugh.

"Nice to meet you all!" Y/N said, walking over to sit on Corpses lap. She was wearing a familiar black hoodie that was way too big on her. Hmm.. wonder whose it is.

"Wha- are you wearing my hoodie again? I was looking for it all over." Corpse had a smirk plastered on his face and looked Y/N over. She was wasn't wearing any pants- but she knew that smirk meant he was just teasing her, they don't make love very often. They just have late night cuddle sessions and kisses.

"I hid it from you so I can wear it." Y/N said a little sheepishly. She was a little awkward talking to Corpse like this infront of everybody. But by how his friends greeted her, she knew they liked her. She was sure the fans would like her as well.

"Wow. You know I was very cold without that hoodie. I had to wear this plain white t-shirt that made me even more cold." Corpse shook his head in a teasing way. Though Y/N was very soft and innocent, so she thought he was being serious for a second.

She frowned, "I'm sorry! I'll give it to you now-" She started to take it off but was stopped by Corpse.

"Ay ay ay ay- no no no, it's fine I was just joking Y/N." He chuckled, hugging her tightly.

"How is she so pure?" Toast muttered, sitting there in disbelief.

"Shes so innocent." Aoc chuckled, already liking this Y/N girl. She really wanted to play a game of Among Us with her, she seemed like such a nice girl to play with.

"Corpse you better treat her like a queen or I swear to god I will-" Charlie was cut off by Sean.

"SHe sound so perfect for Corpse, I'm for ya dude." Sean said, knowing what to come with that sentence.

"Oh how dare you cut me off. I was about to speaks of wisdom!" Charlie said.

"You were about to say profanity. We need to protect this bean we know as Y/N" Poki said.

Charlie sighed, "Fine. But you better expect a fucking DM Corpse!"

Y/N decided to play along with this, She looked curiously at Corpse and said "Babe? Whats fucking?"

There was audible gasps, and Corpse looked at her in complete and utter disbelief. His little innocent bean just said the no no word, it was forbidden in her vocab.

"CHARLIE!"

"OH MY GOD!"

"NOOOooOOOOOOO!"

"DON'T TAKE HER INNOCENCE!!"

"pretty sure Corpse already took it if you know what I mean."

"Ew what the f--feck?"

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It was a fun night for Y/N and Corpse. Y/N enjoyed her time talking to the others and studying Corpses strategies as an imposter. She was excited for when she was gonna be able to play with them, she really looked forward to it. After the stream, Corpse went to record a video reading some more fan written horror stories. Y/N went and laid on the couch, waiting patiently for her boyfriend to finish up his recording- which was going to be a while. She scrolled through her phone, watching a few of Corpses videos and looking at photos of them on her camera roll.

But she made a mistake by going on Twitter.

"Corpses gf is so fake lmao"

"Y/N does not deserve Corpse! Shes sounds like such a bitch"

"I hope @T/N and @Corpse_Husband break up. I hate their relationship already 😭"

"Y/N sounds like a hoe and isn't worthy of Corpses time."

"I bet Corpse is so tired of @T/N lmao. its obvious in his voice loooooooool"

"I hope Y/N dies so i can get a piece of deep daddy 🤩🥰"

"I already hate Y/N and I haven't even seen her in any other vids XD"

"Yoo they sound like they hate her lol. I bet they're just putting on an act to make her feel better about herself."

The DMs, messages, and comments on her posts were even worse..

"You don't deserve Corpse. Fuck off hoe."

"You aren't worry of Corpses time."

"You're such a user."

"Bitch"

"User"

"I bet Corpse really hates you."

"I hope you fucking because Corpse doesn't need an ugly hoe like you in his life"

And they just got worse and worse. Y/N was shocked, why are they hating on her so fast? Does Corpse really not like her..? Is she really not worthy of his time..? NO! She pushed them away, Corpse loves you, and that's truth.

But even so, Y/N couldn't stop reading the messages. They were all so mean.. Only a few people stood up for her. She felt her heart break, everyone hates her... Just despises her! She felt tears run down her face. She cuddled into the hoodie, pulling the oversized hoodie her H/C hair. She felt hurt and hated, like no one wanted her, not even Corpse- the person who loved her the most.

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After an hour, Corpse decided to take a little break from recording and check on Y/N. He missed her soft voice and her cuddles, so he was on a mission to get just that thing. He stood up from his gaming chair and gave a nice long stretch and ran a hand through his black hair. He walked to his door, slowly opening it and quietly walking through the hallway. He planned to scare Y/N, and sense it usually takes him hours to finish his recording she wouldn't suspect a thing.

But when he got closer to the living room, he felt worry and concern overwhelm him. He heard the soft sobs and cries of his beloved girlfriend. He rushed into the living room, sitting on the couch and picking her up to hold her in his arms. "Hey babe- are you ok? Whats wrong?"

Y/N didn't say anything, she just snuggled into Corpses chest and hugged him tightly as she sobbed.

"Babe, you can tell me anything, you know that? What's wrong? Did someone say something that hurt you on stream? Wait- is it what Sykkuno said? Baby I'm not gay he's just a friend and you know that, it's just a joke that we're-"

"I-i-its not that.." Y/N muttered out.

"Then whats wrong?" Corpse asked, his voice full of nothing but worry and concern.

Y/N grabbed her phone and turned it on. She went on Twitter on looked up the hashtag 'HateY/N' and told Corpse to scroll through.

She watched as he scrolled through the tweets, and his expression twisted into one Y/N has never really seen before, anger. Oh he was livid. How could they say those things at his beautiful, sweet, and happy girlfriend? He thought his fans would support him and Y/Ns relationship. Why didn't they care?

He read some of the battles, some people loved Y/N.

"Bro stfu. Y/N is perfect for Corpse."

"lmao what? Shes ugly asf"

"Seriously? If you really cared about Corpse you would support him. Now fuck off."

Corpse pulled his own phone out and hopped on Twitter,  instantly typing a response to everyone who has been hating on Y/N.

He said "To everybody who has been hating on @T/N, my girlfriend. I love her with all my life and I do not like how some of you guys have been treating her. She has changed my goddamn life, and all this bullshit you guys have been spitting has made Y/N cry. So please.. just please stop."

After that, Corpse threw his phone onto the carpet and hugged Y/N tightly, kissing her temple softly. "It doesn't matter what they say, I will always love you Y/N."

#corpse husband #corpse x reader

[elenamiria]

The Bad Batch x Reader - Kinktober Day 12

Threesome (or more) | Uniforms | Role Reversal 

Word Count: 2.1k Warnings: fivesome, unprotected sex, masturbation (m and f), Oral (m and f receiving), voyeurism, recording, daddy kink, creampie 

Kinktober Day 12 (#1)  « Kinktober Masterlist »  Kinktober Day 13

Main Masterlist & Taggies: @legally-a-bastard

Your fingers pumped desperately as mewls flew from your lips. You were needy and aching, your troopers were away on a mission, they had been for about a week now, and you had no idea when they were coming back. Tech had left you a disk with holo vids, ones that he recorded - ones of you fucking them, in case you needed them he said. Turns out you did need them, your sex drive was high but it was nothing compared to your men who made sure you were dizzy with pleasure whenever you wanted which happened almost daily. So, a week apart was near torture and your fingers were poor substitutes for what you truly craved.

As you watched Hunter pounding away at you in shaky blue you failed to notice the telltale noises of your boys coming home.

When the door to your room swung open with a bang you shrieked, quickly pulling your fingers out of yourself, and dove for the nearest blanket. Hunter winced at the loud noise before walking into the room muttering, “What a welcome home, I thought I smelled something...delicious.”

A loud call of your name echoed from behind him and suddenly Wrecker was barreling into the room. He raced to your side before pulling you into a passionate kiss. Smiling into it you cupped his face, eagerly returning his affection. When you pulled away you looked back to the others, Crosshair and Tech having filed in behind Wrecker, and a large relieved smile covered your face, “I missed you all so much, I’m so happy you’re home!”

“You missed us so much you couldn’t wait for us, huh baby?” Hunter questioned a knowing gleam in his eye. Tech’s wide eyes flew to the holo disc laying on the ground and a wide grin covered his face, the light by the side of his glasses lighting up red as he started recording. Crosshair approached you on the opposite side of the bed as Wrecker, who’s large palm was resting on your neck still. Crosshair eyed your body, your naked bottom half was covered by a blanket and your top half was clad in one of Wrecker’s spare undershirts, his fingers danced over your thigh. Gripping the blanket lightly he started tugging it down slowly as he did he quietly whispered, “Why don’t you show us what you’re hiding under there, show us all what a filthy girl you are.”

You whined as the blanket was pulled past your hips and down your thighs, exposing your dripping cunt to them. Crosshair eagerly dipped his fingers into your swollen folds, his long fingers gathering your slick as he slowly pumped in and out. Wrecker groaned from beside you as he started undressing. Crosshair leaned down to capture your lips with his and as you kissed he murmured against your lips, “Are you going to be a good girl for daddy?”

Your walls fluttered around his fingers as you nodded into the kiss. You were rewarded by his thumb circling your clit and a moan was swallowed by his eager lips.

Wrecker called your name and you broke apart from Crosshair to turn to him, you moaned again at the sight of him palming at his massive length. You used your elbows to sit up as you beckoned him over and when he reached you you took him as best you could into your mouth. You felt Crosshair’s fingers leave you and started when a tongue lapped at your pussy. Pulling away for a moment you looked down to see Hunter’s head buried in between your thighs, long dark strands of his hair tickling your thighs. He licked and nipped at you as you returned to messily blowing Wrecker, it was always a struggle whenever you took the large trooper in your mouth. Your spit  coated your chin on every bob of your head and you had to use your hand to pump the parts of his cock that would fit into your mouth. You knew Wrecker loved it as he was very vocal with calls of your name, enthusiastic ‘Oh yes’s and his loud groans as his hips thrust forward lightly.

Tech circled around the bed always trying to get the best angle of your body, the best shot of your blissed out expression. He gently pushed your top up over your breasts and tweaked at your nipples causing you to let out a muffled whine. Hunter seemed content on edging you, nipping and suckling at your clit as your pussy clenched and you bucked your hips, he would pause right as you built up to let you drop down again. When he had his fill of your sweet nectar he stood up, removing just enough of his armor to take out his aching length and plunged into your depths. You pulled off of wrecker with a pop to cry out Hunter’s name and the he started a harsh pace. As he pounded away into your soaked cunt he growled your name whenever he thrust particularly deep and your walls clenched around him. Wrecker whined out your name as you had been distracted by watching Hunter’s thick cock disappearing into your body, coming back out coated in your juices.

Turning your attention back to Wrecker you started sucking his length again, taking his as far into your mouth as you could. He stared down at you in awe as you lapped at his head and when you looked up at him, eyes filled with adoration and lust, he thought he could bust right there. But he held out, wanting to be with you for as long as possible, until you reached your hand up to caress his face. He had to bend down for you to reach him, you had shifted all of your weight to one arm, but as soon as your fingers brushed his scarred cheek he was exploding, ribbons of cum shooting into your warm mouth. You gladly swallowed him all down and he shook slightly as you sucked him clean, pulling away as it was too much and backing away. 

Now that you had one less distraction Hunter drew your attention back to him, he had been kneeling in between your legs but now that Wrecker had moved he crawled up your body to hover over you. His thrusts had slowed again and you were aching to cum, your eyes begging him. He took mercy on you and considering how sensitive he was to everything he starting to verge on overstimulation. His pace sped up dramatically as you wrapped a leg around his waist, the other falling wide open, and one of his hands snuck to rub fiercely at your clit. His face buried in your neck biting and sucking away, claiming you. As he hit a particular sensitive spot on your neck with a sharp bite it all came crashing down around you. A loud cry pulled from your throat and your back arched as you clenched tightly around Hunters length. His hips stuttered as he fell over the edge with you, whimpers only loud enough for you to hear left him as he pumped you full of his seed. He pulled away quickly, he always did - the sensations tended to overwhelm him and he retreated from the room after tucking himself away.

Tech wandered over having taken his cock out finally and was casually stroking it. You reached for him but a subtle head shake told you exactly what he wanted. You ran your hands down your body, stopping to play with your tits. You tweaked your nipples and rolled the nubs between your fingers playing up your reactions with added moans as you writhed on the bed. You kept one hand on your breast as your other trailed to your folds. You were able to plunge two fingers in easily and started pumping away, keeping your little show up. You moaned his name out desperately over and over as you rubbed at your clit and you looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes as you bit your lip. Letting a low whine out you called to him again, “Tech, oh baby, I want you to cum all over me. Cum all over my tits please, I want you so badly!”

With your words his pace sped up and a small moan of your name left his mouth as spurts of cum flew from his cock to coat your chest. You kept moaning as he came and with a grin you leaned forward licking his cock clean before you leaned back and gathered his cum on your fingers. You held eye contact as you slipped the fingers coated in his essence into your mouth, eyes closing with a moan as you sucked on them. You pulled your fingers from your mouth with a pop and a cheeky grin. Tech blushed at the display and he leaned down to give you a small peck and a whispered ‘thank you’ before he left the room.

You glanced over to the wall that Crosshair was leaning against, having been patiently waiting until the two of you were alone. Crosshair strolled to the bed sitting on the edge, he had stripped down to his blacks while you were occupied and you saw the tent in them as his cock strained for freedom. He patted his thigh and you scooted upright so you could straddle him. His hands gently slid up your sides to fling your shirt off your body, leaving you completely bare. His eyes trailed up and down appreciatively before he said, “Why don’t you ride Daddy’s cock?”

You bit your lip at his tone and nodded as you pulled him free from his pants, stroking up and down a few times. Greedily you lined him up and sunk onto his long cock until he was sheathed to the hilt. You moaned and started to raise your hips up and down, your thighs slapping against his. Your tits shook tin time with your movements and Crosshair’s eyes were drawn to them, hands coming to cup them. You bounced on his lap, hands bracing on his shoulders, as fast as you could and your thighs burned. You moaned as Crosshair started to raise his hips to meet your thrusts, and his precise fingers flicked at your nipples. You whimpered his name out and his hands shifted to your hips to help raise and slam you back onto his cock. “Stars your taking my cock so well, such a good little girl for me. You’d do anything I said wouldn’t you?”

You groaned out a yes as one of your hands snuck down to rub your clit. Crosshair’s hand smacked yours away as he took over and shifted his hips to hit that spot inside of you that made you see stars. His precise fingers toying with your clit mixed with his pace as he slammed into your g-spot at each thrust had you unraveling before him and he crooned, “That’s a good girl, cumming all over Daddy’s cock.”

His hips raised higher than before as he continued to fuck up into you, faster now, his fingers kept at your clit as you became incoherent with pleasure and overstimulation. You could barely comprehend when your world flipped and you were on your back, legs tossed over Crosshair’s shoulders as he pounded away into your pussy. The new angle allowed him to press into you deeper, hips slapping against your ass at each thrust, and he approached his orgasm quickly, grinding out, “I’m gonna fill this tight little pussy up, can you cum one more time for daddy?”

His hand worked furiously at your clit and a light slap on your bundle of nerves had you spiraling into bliss as you called his name out loudly. His moan mixed with yours as his hips slammed into you as he came, panting your name out and the hand on your hip tightening harshly. You panted as his cum squirted deep inside of you adding to the already full feeling you had after Hunter came. Crosshair pumped into you a few more times ensuring you got every drop of his cum deep within you before he pulled out. Crosshair lowered your legs gently, rubbing your hips lightly to ensure your muscles weren’t too sore and you smiled up at him blearily as you muttered, “Are you going to stay with me?”

A rare smile covered his face and he nodded pulling out of you gently. He softly stroked your face and said he was going to grab something to clean you up with. As he left you noticed Wrecker lurking in the doorway. You called out to him softly and he shyly entered. With a smile you beckoned him over asking if he wanted to stay with you tonight as well, to which he excitedly nodded. Crosshair returned with a damp cloth and eyed Wrecker muttering, “He can stay as long as he stays on his side of the bed.”

You giggled, the last time you were all together Crosshair had ended up being thrown from the bed when Wrecker rolled over to the middle of the bed causing you to shift back and thus knocking Crosshair off the edge. After Crosshair got you cleaned up the three of you settled into bed, the two men on either side of you. Crosshair’s back pressed against yours and you were half laying on Wrecker’s large torso. It didn't take long before you were drifting off to sleep, warm, cozy and feeling perfectly at home.

#the bad batch x reader #crosshair x reader #tech x reader #hunter x reader #wrecker x reader #the bad batch smut #kinktober 2020 #star wars smut #reader insert smut

[imaginingmyloki]

Shift in Reality (pt 2)

Word count: 2,120

A/N: ok so obviously this took way longer than I expected/promised it would. Life has been getting in the way of fun lately. As some of you know, A year ago I left home and moved across country to Arizona to discover myself/make a new life/have an adventure. Well now I am moving back home to Virginia and it has just been a wild few weeks. (more on that later) anyways, enjoy part 2! There will definitely be a part 3! I said in a few answers to anons yesterday that this would likely be the last part but it kinda took off from me and started writing itself haha. I am not going to give a promised date for part 3 but I do have a good chunk of it already written from cutting it out of this lol. I won’t be linking any youtube vids about her powers this time, if you check out part 1′s note there is a compilation video of Daisy Johnson using her powers and she is based off of Daisy. ok byyyeeee

“No this can’t be right... I was just with them. What is going on?” I was frantically looking around the room trying to figure out where the hell I was. “Ma’am you need to calm her down or we will have to sedate her.” One of the white coats told the woman with the familiar voice. The heart monitor next to me was beeping rapidly, adding to my anxiety. She moved slightly closer to me and grabbed my hand and started talking. I couldn’t focus on what she was saying but the familiar cadence of her voice was calming me down significantly. “I don’t understand why I’m here. Who are you?” she looked hurt when I asked her that question. One of the many people buzzing about the room checking on the machines quietly said “Some amnesia is really common in these situations. She will likely regain her memories as time passes.” the woman nodded sadly and kept talking to me even though I was not paying any attention to her and was trying to focus on all the details I could about the room I was in and the different faces coming and going. 

                                                 -At the Compound-

Loki was sitting next to my unconscious form reading when Bruce came in with a machine that looked like a very small version of an MRI. “This is S.H.I.E.L.D.s latest, top of the line medical equipment. It is essentially a mobile MRI but way more advanced in what it can pick up. I didn’t do one before but she’s been out for almost 24 hours and hasn’t even moved so I need to see what’s going on in there.” He positioned the machine near my head and Loki watched Bruce’s face go from curious to concerned in a matter of seconds. “What is it?” He asked. At this point Nat and Wanda had come over to check on me and joined the group to see what was happening. Bruce shook his head, “I have no idea. There is something foreign in her temporal lobe. It looks like it is sending electro magnetic pulses to her brain causing her hippocampus-” He looked around and had to remind himself to use more understandable wording for them,”-uh her memory and dream centers to light up like crazy. I wish we could get in there and see what was happening.” Everyone slowly turned to Wanda who nodded and said, “Ok move the machine out of the way.” as she approached me. 

“Well? What did you see? Is she ok?” Loki demanded when Wanda had finished. She sat on the end of the couch by my feet, “We have to get that thing out of her, guys. She didn’t even see me when I was right in front of her trying to get her attention. It has her in this fake reality where she was in a coma and just woke up in the hospital with someone I assume is meant to be her mother. And the worst part is that we don’t exist in that reality. We are just movie characters. She seems really confused but the doctors are saying she has amnesia and its common for coma patients to wake up thinking they were a part of their favorite fictional world. It looks like she is starting to believe them. She looks so lost and heart broken. I couldn’t pull her out of it.” Everyone sat in silence for a few minutes, no one having words for the situation. Wanda looked to Bruce “How is this possible?” He was quiet for a few more minutes before answering “The only thing I can think of is the Winter Soldier.” He put a hand up to stop the incoming questions from the group as he continued, “With Bucky, their first and most formidable success, they wiped his memory, emotionally and physically tortured him until he broke and they had total, absolute control of him. Until Steve. The programming used on Bucky, while it was effective, didn’t hold up against the memories surfacing. So other than the obvious technological upgrades of this new programming- if that is what’s happening- they realized their fatal flaw. They tried to completely wipe out memories and when they resurfaced it undid everything. Making (Y/N) think that she made us up, that we are fictional characters, and now that she has forgotten her own life will not only break her but it will solve the issue of us breaking the programming in the future. She thinks we only exist in her mind and on the screen. I wouldn’t be surprised if this reality they have her in starts to change into doctors discovering she has a mental disorder that comes with hallucinations. Now, after they wipe her memory, if we start showing up again, she will question her own sanity and not her handler’s orders because her most recent memories of us are going to be that she can’t trust her own mind.” Everyone stared at him in stunned silence. “We need to get Tony and the others in here and brief them now. and we need to find Nelson.” Nat said and quickly left the room.  Loki looked at Wanda and said, “Please keep watching her. I know you haven’t been able to connect to her but at least we will know what she is dealing with.”

                                                   -Y/N’s Mind-

This doesn’t feel right. Something is just off about this hospital, these people. After initially waking up and everyone fluttering around my room to check vitals and ask me 800 questions that I couldn’t answer, they finally left me alone to rest with the promise of checking on me throughout the night to wake me up and see if I remembered anything. The woman- my mom I had been told- was sleeping on a cot in the corner of the room lightly snoring. I had asked her what had happened and the story was that I had been at the beach with my family when a wave had caused me to hit my head on a rock under the surface. I had nearly drowned but my best friend, Paul, had been right there and dragged me back to shore. That was 4 months ago and I had been unconscious ever since. She had spent a couple hours telling me all about our life as I grew up. I was an only child and we had traveled all over the world throughout the years. Because of moving around and experiencing so many different places, I knew 15 different languages by the time I was 18. We had recently moved here to California and bought a house close to my grandparents. She was going to call them and tell them I could have visitors in a few days when my memories started catching up with me but was going to call Paul and have him come tomorrow and see if it would hopefully jog my memory. A nurse came in very early and quietly woke my mother, “Ma’am, we called the friend you asked us to have come in. Mr Nelson? He’s here.” My mother got up and went with the nurse. I hadn’t slept at all and was very tired but that name sent a jolt straight through me. I knew he had to be behind this somehow. I looked around for some kind of weapon I could use when he came into the room. There was nothing but the dull butter knife from my dinner that was still untouched from the night before by my bed. I grabbed it a slid it between the bed and my thigh then, I waited. The door opened and I heard my mother’s cheerful voice, “Oh, Paul, she is going to be thrilled to see you. Well, she may actually not remember you yet. We have been waiting on her memories to come back but so far nothing has.” A chuckle and a chilling voice that sent shivers down my spine and raised the hairs on my neck replied, “No worries at all. I have talked this girl through so many breakups, I’m sure I can talk her out of amnesia.”

As they came through the door, my entire body tensed as I locked eyes with Nelson. It was definitely him but he looked different. Casual and relaxed with almost friendly eyes. “(Y/n)! I am so happy to see you conscious! You gave me quiet the scare.” he made his way towards me and my mother backed out of the room with “I’ll give you two some time to talk.” and a hopeful smile. As soon as she shut the door, I had him pinned against the wall with the knife to his throat. “What is this, Nelson?!” The look of fear in his eyes made me hesitate and he pushed me off of him. “(Y/n), what are you doing? We have been friends for years. Wait, you remember me? But, since when do you call me Nelson?” I slowly backed up until my legs hit the bed and I sat down. A nurse came in to check on the commotion I had caused and Nelson - Paul? - told her we were fine. Satisfied, she nodded and closed the door behind her as she left. “Stop playing games. I know what this is, Nelson. Let me go.” I watched his face carefully but showed no signs of knowing what I was talking about. He gave me a concerned look and slowly made his way to the chair by my bed with his hands raised to show he wasn’t a threat. “(Y/n), I don’t understand what you’re trying to say. Do you want me to get the nurse for you?” I rolled my eyes at his concern. Being trapped and the constant lack of answers were starting to fill me with a frustration that would typically have the room trembling around me but nothing was shaking except for my hands. As I clenched and unclenched my fists and took a few deep breaths to try and steady myself, I caught a glimpse of Nelsons face. It still had the mock concern plastered on like a mask but his eyes had a glint of amusement. He found my frustration and suffering amusing. The frustration bubbled over and I lunged for him, bringing both him and the chair to the ground. 

                                                 -The Compound-

  The compound shook violently as Loki used his body to shield my still unconscious form from the ceiling tiles and dust that was falling. “Why is this happening? Wanda, what is going on in there?” Tony asked as he came through the door followed by Nat, Steve and Bucky. Wanda explained the scene to them, “Nelson is in there with her under the pretense that he is her best friend. She’s on to him and just took him down but now they are fighting. She doesn’t have her powers in there so she’s struggling. Nurses and doctors are starting to come in to restrain her but she’s fighting them too.” The shaking stopped suddenly and Wanda gasped. When she didn’t say anything to explain the sudden calm, Loki inquired anxiously, “What happened? Is she ok?” Wanda nodded but was still watching the scene unfold in my mind. “They started it over. She’s waking up in a strange hospital again but it looks slightly different than the first one. It is exactly the same situation. They are telling her she has been in a coma for months and that she is finally waking up for the first time. Now she’s seen the tv showing you guys in New York again and she looks even more confused.” Everyone rushed around to clean up the area and Tony said “Loki, I set up space for her downstairs to keep anything like this contained and to keep her safe should Hydra try and take her. You and Wanda take her down there and watch over her while the rest of us clean this up.” Loki gently lifted me and he and Wanda headed towards what had once been my holding cell before the team decided they could trust me. 

“We need to bring Wanda back up here.” Nat said to Steve. They had just brought in Nelson. Bruce had figured out that Nelson had a device in his temporal lobe as well that was linked to the device in mine and had been able to track him using that connection. He had been unconscious when they had found him, likely because he was inside the fake reality with me and she knew that Wanda was the only one who may be able to get the information we needed about how to save me.

#marvel fic #loki fic #loki imagine #lokixreader

[fuckinuchihas]

hi can i please emergency request 1-3 haikyuu boys comforting their s/o who’s just really anxious. not panic attack anxious— more so just unable to function properly & unable to stop overthinking? you can choose whichever characters.. thank you. <3

I’m so sorry you’re feeling anxious and probably overwhelmed. Unfortunately I know that feeling quite well so I’m happy to do this for you and who knows, maybe I’ll even help myself out in the process! Fingers crossed!! 

For you I have a Tsukki scenario and HC’s for Yams and Kuroo! 

Tsukishima Kei

I’ve said it a thousand times but Tsukishima isn’t good at comfort, not really. He’s the first one to make a sarcastic comment or poke a stick at any insecurity he can find, but you’re not doing the thing where you fight back and it’s all banter and fun. Instead he made some remark, doesn’t even remember what he said now but one minute you were laughing and the next you were curled in on yourself and giving him some half assed attempt at a fake smile; like he wouldn’t see the difference. 

He doesn’t like it. 

He wants to apologize but he’s not really sure what he did wrong, only that something he said wasn’t as funny to you today as it has been in the past. 

“What is it? What’s with you today?” he asks, with much less of a bite to it than normal. He’s usually obnoxious and loud about it, and then teases you for spacing out. This time, his voice is much softer than you’re used to and when you glance up at him, his eyes are calculating but warm.

“Nothing, I’m-”

“No you’re not,” he says, huffing out a short breath. 

He pulls you in against his chest, softly stroking the back of your head a few times before he speaks again. “Want to try that again? This time with the truth, please.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong I’m just...I’m really overwhelmed right now. I can’t stop thinking about everything in my life falling apart,” you answer, trying to take in a deep breath of his scent. The cologne you got him for Christmas matches perfectly with his natural scent and it smells so much like comfort that the words keep spilling out. “Every little thing I do feels like a hundred step process and I pick apart each step looking for ways I can or do mess it up. Even when I finally finish something it doesn’t help. I either move onto the next thing and start stressing about that or I get caught up in how much more is left unfinished.” 

“Like what? Tell me what you have left to do, all the things that are plaguing you right now, in this moment,” he says, as if it’s simple. As if you can even get all the words out. 

You start making a list of all the things you haven’t completed, chores you haven’t done, people you haven’t contacted. It takes a few minutes but he listens patiently.

“Okay and how long would it take you to do these things if you weren’t having so much anxiety about it?” he asks, eyes curious but there’s something hiding in the warm golden gaze you’re used to. 

“I don’t know...not long probably...anyone else could have already had it done…” you say, biting your lip. 

He kisses the top of your head and shakes his while looking down at you. There’s a lot of these things that I obviously can’t do for you, but there are some I can. And until you feel better, I’ll take care of those. In the meantime...everything else can wait.” 

“WHA!WHAT?” you say, looking at him as if he’s insane. 

“It can wait.” 

“Are you….are you insane? I can’t just put off everything in my life.” 

“Yes you can.” 

“Kei I can’t-”

He pushes his lips to yours with force but only long enough to shut you up. 

“Yes, you can. I’m giving you permission. Take some time away from everything, including your thoughts. We’ll go somewhere together, have a little fun, relax...just the two of us. I know it won’t solve everything, and that the same stress and worries will be waiting on you when we get back but for now, you can leave it behind.” 

You think about it for a few minutes, it’s tempting, God is it tempting but… can you really do that? Can you just take off for an unknown destination for an unknown amount of time and just leave your whole life behind you?

“So, you coming?” he asks, holding his hand out to you with a knowing smirk. 

As if you could ever refuse him. 

Tadashi Yamaguchi

Tadashi would notice immediately that something was different. He’d let it go for a little while, thinking maybe it’s just a temporary shift in mood but your smile isn’t as bright or wide anymore and it doesn’t seem to be getting any better so he brings over some of your favorite snacks and finally gets the nerve to ask what’s bothering you. 

When you tell him, he holds you in his arms. He tells you that he understands a little about what you’re feeling. But while he doesn’t know exactly what you’re going through, he’s been plenty anxious before and he just wants you to feel a little less alone.

He offers any help he can provide and as hard as it is to do, you take him up on the offer for anything at all that you can put off, even if it’s just straightening up the apartment or letting him cook a meal or two for you. 

Anything helps, and he’s happy to be of use.

He tries to keep you distracted unless you’re actively working on something. He wants you to get everything done but he doesn’t want your mind going a million miles a minute for no good reason. 

He offers to facetime with you every night until you fall asleep, unless you want to invite him over so he can make you cocoa and tell you bedtime stories. He’ll blush and stutter a bit but if it means that he gets to take care of you even in the smallest way he wants to do it. 

When you’re not together he’s constantly texting you and trying to make sure you have something other than your anxiety to keep your mind occupied, eventually it does help and you’re able to get some things done and you start to function a little better. 

If it goes on for too long, he will shyly ask you if you’ve thought about seeing a doctor for it. He just doesn’t want you to suffer if you don’t have to. 

He silently hopes things get better soon because he just loves you so much and it hurts him to know you’re hurting. 

Kuroo Tetsuro

Kuroo has been busy with work so you have to tell him what’s happening before he notices, but once you do he drops everything to see if there’s any way he can help. 

You tell him all you really need is a distraction from time to time and he comes through brilliantly. 

He plans out over a dozen little mini-dates for the two of you that you can share daily or every other day at least. It’s honestly one of the most romantic things he’s ever done for you.

There’s a coffee date in the morning which usually just consists of him dropping off your favorite drink and some kind of pastry from the cafe nearby on his way to work. He leaves it on the nightstand if you��re still in bed and kisses your forehead at least once before he takes off.

He texts you pretty much hourly and mid morning you always get a quick selfie of him while he’s at work, just a little something to brighten your day. If you’re feeling up to it you can always send one back but he makes sure you know that it’s okay if you don’t. 

He calls you on his lunch break without fail, and you chat for at least ten minutes of it, sometimes he pushes you to vid chat so he can see that you’re up and eating something too. 

He asks you to find one song that makes you think of him every day, and you enjoy going through different playlists and stations on your phone to find the right thing that fits, it’s actually a really good distraction. 

Every time you make progress on something he asks that you tell him about it and no matter how small the task, he always praises you as if you’ve just won the Olympics. 

He buys a dozen puzzles, not huge ones with 5000 pieces but smaller ones that you can work on together and finish in one evening (usually) He gets coloring books and crayons too and you give a weird look but he promises they’re more for him than you, and you realize quickly he wasn’t lying about that. 

He is genuinely fierce with some Crayola. 

Dinner is usually takeout for you both but he makes sure that you have some healthy options as well as some of your favorite comfort foods, and that you eat a little of both. 

When bedtime rolls around he tries to pull himself away and go home but more often than not, you invite him to stay and he’s never been so pleased, even if all you want to do is cuddle up and listen to him sing to you. 

It is a very good way to fall asleep.

MASTERLIST

#not naruto #not knb #haikyuu!! #my stuff #kel answers #kei tsukishima #kuroo tetsuro #tadashi yamaguchi

[un-bearablysweet]

The final installment is here!!! Along with unique bonus posts soon to come, thxs for hanging around this long. Art school has been kicking my butt with all my online classes and projects. 

Edit: I had a good chunk of this prompt already written before Corona hit, and I live in New York City…. and well, I’ll make a separate post about it.

The first thing Mikey does is establish himself in the high school social circle. His worst fear is forever being known as Raph’s, Donnie’s, and Leo’s kid brother. 

“ Hey, aren’t you Raph’s little brother? Will you tell him not to be late for Friday’s Knitting club.”

“Your Don’s brothers?! His videos are stellar! Can you ask him to shout me out in his next vid?" 

” I didn’t know Leon had a little brother, you’re so cute are you gonna be a model like your big bro?“ 

The last thing he wants to be remembered for is being the kid brother of the star quarterback, the sassy tech genius, and the charismatic basketball captain. With Mikey’s relative chill, happy go lucky attitude stepping out of his siblings’ shadow was easy as pie really.

Mikey stands out pretty quickly in a crowd, lovely brown skin with adorable blotches of vitiligo peppered around his skin. A particular patch mimicking freckles spread across his cheeks.  With more spots on his arms and shoulders. His curly 4a hair in an ombre style transitioning from blond to brunet, top to bottom. 

Mikey’s wardrobe was merely a mix of styles depending on his mood, and no matter what he wore, there always seemed to be a stain of paint or charcoal somewhere on his clothing. Please don’t ask him how they got there. He couldn’t tell you if he tried.   

 He was pretty popular! Very easy to talk to and was considered the coolest freshman around. 

What establishes his place in the social hierarchy is when he paints a giant mural on the school’s side. 

A beautiful mural featuring the nighttime version of the city landscape, the lights of the painting buildings spelling out "build your own mojo.” A stunning and awe-inspiring piece filled with color and life. It even made the local news.  But not before numerous meetings and arguments with the school board that “exposure” is not suitable payment for labor. 

“This would be a great experience for you.”

Arms crossed Miguel stared pointedly at the Principal, “Then why don’t you pay the janitors or teachers in the so-called experience?”

“uh….”

With Donnie’s knowledge in the school in charter and local labor laws and royalty fees, they were able to piece together a nice contract and get Mikey paid for his efforts.

He quickly proved to be just as talented as his brothers. After nearly giving a teacher a heart attack, Mikey is no longer allowed to show his ‘Razz ma Tazz’ in the hallway. 

Splinter was promptly called after Mikey had jumped off the side of the stairway, backflipped his way down, and landed perfectly on his feet. At least 20 students were recording it on their phones, and it got over a million views. 

This, of course, leads to him joining the local gymnastics team. The trainer was more than happy to have Mikey on their side. Mikey is a natural, twisting a bending his body mid-air, he was utterly mesmerizing. 

Daring and unique yet beautiful, his coach even believed Mikey could take them to the Olympics. 

When it comes to his to school, art class is undoubtedly his favorite, and Mikey even earned the title of teacher assistant. And his English teacher Mrs. Ramona adored Mikey’s creative short stories; her favorite short story was about a goat and a rat raising four turtles. Miguel indeed had a vivid imagination.

Mikey was entirely overwhelmed by the options of clubs he could join or even create himself.  Raph not wanting to develop another Donnie situation said he could only join four clubs max. 

Of course, he chooses art club, art being his first love, then cooking club, the soccer team, and starting his own therapy club. 

Mikey’s therapy club was a huge success, students could go there to relieve their stress and talk about their problems. 

Even the guidance counselor was surprised by how well Mikey was at getting people to open and give solid advice. Mikey was quick to become the cinnamon roll of the school. He was caring, kind, and funny all around a helpful and model student. 

With Donnie and Aprils help starts his own youtube channel called “Mixing with Mikey." 

Donnie wanted him to be called Michelin Mikey, like Michelin stars, but Mikey also wanted to make painting videos. 

The cuteness doesn’t last forever, though, because Dr. Delicate Touch has new patients to take care of. 

The first time the school populace is introduced to Dr.Delicate touch was during a confrontation in the hallway. One of the senior soccer players refused to help clean up after practice and was always picking on some of the newer players. David Manson needed a severe attitude check. 

Spotting the senior stuffing his books into his locker, Mikey quickly swam his way through the crowd to speak to him. 

With a voice as smooth as butter, he slid up next to Davids open locker

” Hey, David, can we chat for a sec.“ 

Not even sparring the blond a glance "I’m busy, so make it quic-”

The teen had yanked the senior by his collar as he stared into the freshmen’s flaming eyes. 

“Getcha mind right, son!” He screeched. 

Davids’s ears rang from the volume, the hallway going in quiet from shock. 

Hands clenched around his shirt collar, he stared daggers into the goalie’s eyes to make sure his point got across. 

“Nobody on the team is your mama, so pick up the slack and lay-off our the newbies!"  

The senior was soon shoved against his still open locker, as his dirty cleats and jersey were tossed into his chest.

"Understood?” arms crossed. The whole hallway waited with bated breath at the drama unfolding in front of them. 

“y-yeah, man, we’re cool,” he stammered. Arms clutching his stuff for dear life, he had never seen such a steely gaze from the freshman before. He almost thought blond was going to hit him.

As if flipping off a switch, all the tension and anger left Miguel’s body. 

A bright smile on his face

“ Awesome bro, see ya at practice Monday.” He sang. 

Turning on his heels, the blond skipped down the hall. 

 Onlooking students stared at the youngest Hamato’s back in complete disbelief. Sliding down his locker, all the adrenaline immediately left his body. Michelangelo Hamato, while small, was not to be messed with. 

Michelangelo ’ Koshiro ’ Hamato 

14 years old, freshman

Local Therapist, Head chef in a cooking club, starting forward in the Soccer team. Voted most likely to either become a world-famous chef or well-respected therapist.

Koshiro meaning “wide-mind; ambitious

#rise of the tmnt #tmnt #tmnt 2018 #Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #michelangelo #mikey #my art #rottmnt

[gyllenhaalstories]

i love your blog!! could you write something where jake is teasing you in bed and at one point spanks your clit, all to find out that you fucking LOVE it? so he keeps doing it until that makes you cum alone?? (based off a porn vid i watched and i immediately thought of him lol)

omg thank you!!!!! i’m honored that you like it! thank you so much for the link, btw! that was a lot more inspiration than i needed but i am certainly not complaining. WARNINGS: dirty talk, daddy kink, oral (female receiving), spanking, me dreaming about this every night from now on. NOTES: i made it a sequel to my previous spanking request (which you can read here if you click!) because it’s the type of aesthetic i stan. i hope you don’t mind, lovie! so so so sorry for the wait! (btw @fanficscuziranout requested to be tagged!)

HAPPY LITTLE ACCIDENT, part 2 

“Taste so fucking good, princess.” Jake mumbled against your folds, as he was nose deep between your thighs. After an entire day of playfully spanking you (or torturing you, it depended on the point of view), he finally decided it was time for your reward. You took each spanking so well, did not ask for more as he was busy with business calls for his production company. He would mute the call once in a while, to give you a bit of attention before he had to focus again. 

Let’s just say the discovery of your kink improved your life generally. You found a new motivation in testing Jake’s limits. You would walk around your apartment with a large t-shirt and no panties underneath, it earned you a spanking. You would be needy and show him signs of impatience in public trying to tell him that you’d rather be home and, again, he would make your skin turn red. You tried every method you could come up with, and he loved it. Most of the time, he would give all of his attention to your ass because he loved staring at the marks of his hand and the bruises he left behind. He could slap your breasts too, but he knew your were sensitive and he stopped whenever your skin became pink. It was enough for him.

And you, well, it drove you absolutely insane. What he was doing to you right now did too. “Please, Daddy! Let me come!” You had been begging for him for what felt like hours. You did not know what had gotten to him, but he just laid between your legs and devoured you like there was no tomorrow. You were not complaining, quite the opposite, you were left (literally) on the edge of what was going to happen next. 

“Is that so? My princess wants to come, huh?” He played it coy and you rolled your eyes. You were a squirming, incoherent mess, but you were lucid enough to know what you wanted the most and it was to release yourself on his tongue and face. Jake pulled away, making you mumble some words of disappointment. “Too fucked up to be patient, I see.” He commented and gave your clit a very gentle slap. 

You screamed, because of the surprise and because of how good it felt. The movement of his hand created a cold breeze and once combined by the sting of the touch, you were now sure it was your new favorite thing. “Can you do that again, please?” You managed to murmur, in between sharp breaths. 

Jake did not know how you would react, in fact he thought it would earn him the safe word, but he lit up when he noticed how much you enjoyed dit. Your whole body vibrated against his touch. And he repeated the same slap, again, and again. “You like that, don’t you? Look at that pretty shade of pink already.” He watched you with so much pride, love, and maybe even hunger as you twitched after every gentle blow. 

“I love that, Daddy!” Your hands went to grip on the blankets, since his head was too far to reach, and you could barely manage to look down at what he was doing. You still caught a glimpse of his action, through your lashes and the tears of pleasure pooling in your eyes and altogether, it was a pure bliss. 

Jake kept spanking your clit, without breaking the steady pace. He chuckled, taking in how much you loved this. He stopped, quickly, to press a few kisses along your thighs and on your swollen clit from all the sucking and spanking. “Show me how much you want it. Come for me, right now.” He instructed, and then got back to the slaps. 

It only took you a few more blows to explode. He overstimulated you all day long and, to be finally able to release yourself, it felt like fireworks in your core. He stopped the slaps and let you carry your orgasm on your own. You were shaking, moaning, giggling and breathing heavily all at once. He sure did mess with your pussy, but he messed with your head too. 

“I love it when you’re so desperate for me.” Jake crawled on top of you and pressed his lips against your own. They tasted like you, and you dared to lick on the wetness you left on his mouth. “Is there any other happy accident we can discover together?” 

#jake gyllenhaal smut #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal x you #completed requests #requests: jake gyllenhaal #Anonymous

[woozi]

i agree how you described twt, sometimes everyone's just ready to fight it seems, i've genuinely had fun on both platforms at different times but now it's just too much on stan twt (no space for difference of opinion djsjdjj) it's good to know you're having fun as well :3 & omg i've seen few of my moots starting to give svt their attention after fallin flower dropped, everything abt it is <3333 the song, mv, choreo i love it.

hdjdjddkdjdj " virgos 😐 " also me in next breath "happy birthday mark :D i love you so much 🥺💕💗" any virgos reading this i really hope you enjoy your month to the fullest djjdjd <3. righttt?? you're correct abt mark's temper being very virgo djdjdkd.

your line screams hard-working people <3 jihoon, jaebeom, jeonghan the 3Js <3. isn't jaebeom also an infj? (i don't take mbtis seriously but at the same time it also makes me happy if it ends up matching someone i like djdjjd) chan & yugs 🥺 these two imo have the sweetest personality, like the one which makes you feel welcomed & they also have the cutest laugh 🥺.

i love jus2 <3 focus on me is one of my favorite kpop mvs of all time & also drunk on you??? i love this song so much, very sexy of them. the vibes, style and everything w/ their album, i want more songs like that. and for when i am feeling melancholy i need more songs like jjp's verse 2 😭💔 but i am also okay if they don't want to go back to these units bcoz everything so far they've been giving is just as great <33 ( maybe in future we'll get blessed w/ features 🥺)

honestly g7 as grp and individually have won me over with their music style, even if i don't like full album ik there will be 3-4 songs which will be exactly what i like to listen to, all of the music they've released individually i've liked it so much. there is this song of youngjae's, titled "i'm all ears" i had no idea of its existence until it popped up in my spotify i'm so glad it did, it's been in my playlist ever since. there was also a time when i was obsessed with jackson's 'on the rocks' djdjdk.

aww <3 the live performance video of 1° has mark as thumbnail so for long time i used to associate this song with him jdjddk. i think the only j*pe thing i'd miss is got7 studio live sessions 🥺. RIGHTJDKSKS aju nice's mv is very cute djjddk I love it, in reality its reverse tho, i see them and boom! 💖💛💗🤍💕💙

it was the year they won first bb*as award so that gave them the exposure, and no i don't follow them anymore. mixed feelings abt them, very negative feelings abt f*ndom fjdjdjd. i do miss what it used to feel like liking them sometimes. at that time i never thought i'll willingly drop them from my interest (i've stanned zayn since 2012 first him as grp member then solo. sometimes thinking abt it gives me a whiplash hddjks it's been 9 years, really thought it would be same with them too but it didn't happen)

i've had falling in love by yugs and in to you by jaebs on loop for days djdkdk i really love these two songs and also air by bammie <3 (i'm slow jams kinda person djdjdk :3)

(bam released the most fun album & title this year idc abt others, ribbon is one of the soty) also special mention of look so fine & running through the rain. yes! you do make sense they feel organic & very them.

exactly 😭 it's more believable when they drop stuff out of nowhere like encore 😭😭. the way youngjae posted his letter on twt too ddjjdkssk the announcement & release of encore is such a 'you just had to be there' situation the excitement, nervousness, confusion and everything 😭 sometimes i can't with them. also is the bibi with mark on ost, the same one you mentioned in last ask? the ost is really good <3, it must've been fun to see it happen (if its same bibi).

making a whole ass playlist just for me???? 😭😭😭🥺💗 yza you're so sweet nooooo 💖

and don't worry abt replying late jdjdkdjd i mean it, sometimes my friends text me after weeks and i'm am the same. it's really okay <3. i hope this week is treating you kindly, take care yza - 🪂

p.s ( just saw last post djjej) - it was me who manifested more bunny dino <3 manifesting even more <33

i was on stan twt during my younger years too and it was v fun and memorable to me ngl <3 idk what happened though.. it's evolved to be.. Something Else.. i still see a lot of good people there though 😭 and now that i'm in my Hag Era... idk it's just too fast for me now 😭 it's still my go-to place for updates though nothing can top twitter on that dept

and ms fallin flower.... i feel like everyone was blown away by it (based off of what i see carats when talk about it) and rightly so!! she SERVED. the looks too oh my god. it's another factor i look forward to and enjoy so much when i watch their performances!!

u know what? virgos 😐 indeed KJJKDFJKFDJKFDKJ i want to slander virgos today because it's their season and no one slanders them that often so <3 ABOUT MARK'S VIRGO TEMPER THOUGH... i know i've said i enjoy seeing it sm but whenever i think abt it i cant help but say that.. I Love His Temper <3 he doesn't get pissed off in a scary and douchebag-y way it seems so... contained?? IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT he punched an a/c though so that might not be the perfect word to describe him lmaoo <3

THE J TRINITY HFDJFJDJHDF BESTIE UR MIND IS SO!!!!!!!!!!! honestly... maybe it's the acts of service for me <3 JKDFKJFDKJFJKD i think this is just my eldest sister and savior syndrome speaking though kfjkdkjf ALSO OH MY GOD THE WAY U NOTICE THESE THINGS <3 THAT'S SO SEXIE OF U!!! and yes he used to be an infj!! there was an interview that's more recent wherein he mentioned that he's now an enfj though but i cant rmb which interview it's from :/ ALSO MOOD FKJJKGJGKF i dont believe in mbtis too but im just... a little obsessed w it for the fun of it all <3 and the way u described them </3 what if i tear up a little </3 I LOVE CHAN'S LAUGH SO MUCH BUT IM SO SOS O GLAD U BROUGHT UP YUGYEOM'S LAUGH??????????? IT'S NOT TALKED ABT ENOUGH LIKE...... HELLO!!!!!!!!!!! one of my bird moots said he sounded like a schoolboy in choir 😭😭😭😭😭😭

GOD UR TASTE!!!!!!! what if i start falling in l*ve a little :/ what then :/ focus on me was ahead of it's time and people fucking slept on THEM i cannot fucking believe this. this has to be some kind of sick joke 😭 ALSO HAVE U SEEN THE CHOREO FOR SENSES!!!!!!1 INCREDIBLE!!!!!!!!!! holy fuck!!!!!! sorry for the expletives but like.... holy SHIT they did THAT!!!!!!!! ALSO UR SO RIGHT </3 jjp verse 3 when... ALSO did u know i let go of the jjprojects url... thats the worst mistake of my life KDKJDSKJDSJK also agree wholeheartedly <3 i think they're all trying to find their footing this time around as soloists and im so proud of them for that!! i'll stand by my jus2 agenda though bc they're almost in the same company so maybe.. i might have hope left 😭

SO TRUE BESTIE!!! the same principle goes w svt for me as well <3 got7's such a flavorful group musically like... all of them have the capacity to go solo and they're still considered flops.. waht the fuck <3 ALSO OMG FJDKJFKFJD YOU'VE HEARD The Song!!!!!!!! maybe he'll be releasing something along those lines <3 esp now that he's supposedly coming w an album KJSJKDJSK on a similar note.. do u also listen to jamie (the other artist on the song) <3 NOO SHUT UP THIS CANNOT BE FOR REAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 i was obsessed w on the rocks too 😭😭😭😭😭😭 IT WAS MY FAVORITE ON THE MIRRORS ALBUM HELLO??????????????????????????? im proposing to u rn

ok now i have to watch all the live vids again JKDSJKSJDKDSKJ ik keep saying 'ur so right', 'i agree', and 'so true bestie' but im gonna have to say this again bc i LOVE LOVE LOVE live sessions sm no matter the artist. i also just am a little partial to live bands in performances like that in general so JDJKKDSJDS

the way you're saying these cute things abt the svteenies.. </3 giving me heartache!!! i'd bully them though i can't coddle them anymore <3

not the fandom JKFDKJFDKJFDKJFKJF ok but i think it's mostly their younger fans tbh. it wasn't this bad before.. i also really liked bts during their debut days. their songs were really good!! i kind of lost interest though and couldn't really get into them although their songs slapped lol. my irls are still into them though so i still hear about them. 9 YEARS............................... wait oh my god it HAS BEEN a little over a decade since 1d was The Thing huh 😭 now i feel kinda old lmao. and i totally get that feeling </3 it really do be like that sometimes JKFDJKJKFD

you really ARE keeping up w the sevens oh my god how are you doing it!!!!!!!!!!! it's like getting svt content now at this point but more complicated bc u need to get the updates from different sources JDKJSDKJJSKD love ur song choices too <3

ALSO FULLY RELATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! when i saw bam's teasers... the aes was my cup of tea and THE HIGHLIGHT MEDLEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i can't fucking get it out of my mind it's objectively one of the best things i've seen from kpop in 2021. i'm super impressed <3 love how abyss really supported bambam on this. they really went all in for him!!

I KNOW GKJDFJDK I GOT SUPER ???????/// DURING THE TIME EVERYONE THOUGHT THEY WERE DISBANDING LMAOOOO they pulled a move that's so unheard of though no one really expected That. i respect jaebeom so much for handling all the paperwork and shit behind the scenes it must've been HELL!! ALSO IT MEANT I CRIED FOR NOTHING THEN 😭😭😭 AND YES OH MY GOD IT'S THE SAME BIBI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE SHOCK I HAD WHEN I SAW THE LIST????????????????????????? thought i was gonna black out like,,, mark,,, AND BIBI??????????????? she's fucking phenomenal how is she just a YEAR older than me.. INSANE!!! ... and i also thought jackson was gonna have an ost for this movie.. idk why it wasn't released though i didnt look into it :/

i had a rough few days so i'm not yet finished with the playlist (my laptop's Dead i am still trying to revive her and uni's starting soon 😭) but for the mean time, here's another one that some people from caratblr previously asked for JDSJKSDJ these are mostly english songs though its not my k-playlist KJDSKJSDJK

i do hope this week gets better!!! and i hope that you'll have a fun one too <3 thank u for being so patient w me 🥺 i just get so many messages and find the need to recharge FDKJDFJK

ALSO I FELT LIKE IT WAS U!!!!!! OH MY GOD, i even searched my blog for the word manifest but for some reason your ask didn't come up in the search so i didnt mention u in the tags so i wont misattribute if it ends up not being u 😭 thank u for manifesting this chan for me he's my little... hop hop now ig... 😭

#lov u u genuinely make my days better!! < #*<3 #also the way u called me by name... passing out rn </3 #🪂 anon #anon #y.ask #long post

[all-might-blog]

Cat Days

Summary:

Toshinori arrives at home only to find that Inko is not feline well (see what I just did? Of course you did ;3)

Originally posted on Ao3

Notes:

For Toshinko week 2020, day 4, Ways to say I love you Enjoy! ^^ (day three was a fanart I did. Can be found on my youtube channel- All_Greenie- as a vid, and on Tumblr- The All Might Blog)

“Inko! I’m home!” Toshinori called, closing the door behind him with a yawn. It had been… a tiring day. Young Bakugou had gotten mad at Midoriya (again) and had tried to blast him halfway across the room during battle training. And then he had had to explain the same thing twice to Denki because he hadn’t been paying attention. Then there was the little incident in which Present Mic had started singing christmas carols through the P.A (even if they were still in August), and finally he had had to listen to Nedzu for a whole two hours while he talked about the philosophy of teaching while sipping at tea and wishing he were back at his apartment and watching TV with his wife.

To make a long story short, it was a chaotic day.

The retired hero yawned even wider as he pulled off his mustard yellow coat, hanging it on the coat hanger as he scratched the back of his neck. He then walked to the living room, only to find it empty.

“Inko?” he called. No answer. Panic began to bubble up inside him. They had both known that it was dangerous for her to marry him because he had made a lot of enemies over his career. She had accepted that and stayed with him anyways. It made Toshinori feel a bit selfish, but at the same time he couldn’t have been happier to have the short, kind woman in his life.

“Inkooo?” he called, walking to the couch. There was a soft meow and his gaze snapped over to the living room table, where they usually had their meals.

A small, fluffy, surprisingly green-furred cat peeked out at him, stuck inside a flower vase. The sight was funny enough to make Toshinori laugh, despite the… circumstances.

“Well, how did you get in here? Looks like a cat-tastrophy. See what I did there?” he asked with a laugh, walking over to the cat. It seemed to narrow its green eyes at him in something akin to annoyance as it meowed again. Toshinori gently freed it, trying very hard not to hurt the cat as he pulled it out from inside. The small feline meowed again as he let her down on the table, replacing the vase. It trotted over to an open laptop- Inko’s laptop- and sat by it, meowing loudly.

Toshinori frowned. “What is it?” he asked, walking over to it. The cat meowed again, pawing at the screen. The screen was alight with the background of the desktop, which was a picture of him with Inko laughing in his arms. He smiled a bit at the memory. The cat, however, wasn’t ready to wait for him to remember every single detail, and meowed again as it leaned forward and touched the screen with a paw. Toshinori’s smile fell.

The cat’s paw had landed on Inko’s face.

What…?

“Inko?!” he gasped. The cat nodded its- her- head vigorously, tapping the screen again and meowing. Toshinori scooped her into his arms and she immediately took comfort against his chest, shivering slightly.

“What happened to you?” he asked, thumb lightly stroking her forehead. She meowed, and he knew that it was an I don’t know kind of answer. She meowed softly, emerald green eyes meeting his once more. He could see worry clear in them, as well as relief to see that he had arrived.

“Inko…” he fell quiet. How could he access the situation if she couldn’t tell him what had happened firsthand? He hummed in thought, caught off guard when Inko suddenly leaped out of his arms, landing on the table with a light thump. She (with some difficulty) opened a Word Document, then sloppily began to jab at letters on the keyboard. Toshinori took a seat on the chair behind her, patiently watching as she made a sentence.

I just woke up like this he read.

“No one did this to you? I mean, you can’t just have magically turned into a cat. And how did you get stuck in the vase anyways?” At this she turned her head and gave him a small shrug. “You don’t know how?” She turned back to the keyboard and wrote another sentence.

I woke up there

“So… you woke up. As a cat. And stuck inside a vase.” Toshinori said. She nodded her head. “For how long do you think…?”

I was normal when I had my afternoon nap

“So… two hours.” More typing.

Two hours

“Damn. What should we do about this?” he asked. She produced a strangely humane snort, and typed again.

I don’t know. Aren’t you the previous number 1 hero?

“Retired, my dear.” he said with a small smile, stroking her soft tail. She sighed.

Yeah. What I mean is haven’t you dealt with this before?

"Well, I did have my entire class turn into kindergarteners, and a few students swapped bodies only a couple of weeks ago." he said slowly. "But other then that, not really. I suppose that... whatever this is, it shouldn't take too long to wear off." Inko thought deeply, her new cat face tilting as she thought. Toshinori couldn't help but chuckle. Not in a million years could he have imagined that he would come home to find his wife stuck in a vase and as a cat. Not only that, but her current thinking face was ridiculously cute. He gently picked her up into his arms, his wife strtling a little as she was unexpectedly lifted off the table, her back legs hanging in midair before Toshinori carefully gathered her into his arms as if craddling a child. He took her to the couch and sat, fishing his phone out of his pocket and dialing Naomasa's number, petting Inko's back with a hand while he waited for his friend to pick up.

"Hello?" Naomasa said from the other end of the line.

"Hey, this is Toshinori." Toshinori said. "Listen, I have a question?"

"What is it?"

"I got hom today and found that my wive is currently... a cat." Toshinori said. As if on cue, Inko meowed loudly.

"Ah..."

"Yes, ah indeed. I was wondering if you had to deal with any cases like this one?"

"Once or twice. Sometimes it can be due to some quirk, other times due to a drug or something of the kind. Perhaps someone drugged her. But effects shouldn't be permanent and depending on how long it's been like this, she should return back to her normal state in a few hours or so." Naomasa said, the rustling of paper heard from the other end of the line.

Toshinori sighed with relief. "Thank God. Thank you, Naomasa."

"No problem. Anything I could help with?"

"No, that was it."

"Alright. You can call me back if something happens or if she doesn't change back by tomorrow."

"Thanks!"

Both bid their goodbyes and Toshinori hung up, leaving his phone on the coffee table and concentrating on Inko.

"Well, Naomasa said that it should wear off soon enough." Inko relaxed her muscles with relief, nudging Toshinori's hand in a thank you way. He scratched her behind the ear, drawing a string of purrs from her.

"Your cat version is very cute," he chuckled, moving his hand to stroke the underside of her jaw. Her eyes closed instinctively, tilting her head. "See what I mean?" he laughed, getting an amused look from her. His laughs suddenly turned to coughs, covering his mouth with a hand and shocking Inko. She sprang to her paws (nearly falling off his lap) and propped herself up on her back legs, small paws leaning on his chest for support as she tilted her head up, meowing worriedly. Toshinori managed to get his breathing under control once more, wiping a small drop of blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.

"It's fine," he said quietly, patting her head lightly, "I'm fine." Inko looked unconvinced but lowered herself down anyways, curling up on his lap once again and purring fiercely. Toshinori wanted to laugh, happy that she was with him, but his throat felt raw and he stuck to smiling while he stroked her soft, green fur, turning on the television and selecting CATS (an old musical that Inko had loved to watch- and still did- with Izuku when he was a youngster).

Before he knew it, they had both fallen asleep by the time Rum Tum Tugger begun to sing his song, Inko comfortably curled up next to him as he laid sideways on their small sofa.

(Spoiler: Inko turns back to normal in the ending ^^ (but has the tendancy to chase arround a certain red dot that I've been trying to catch for ages) (Wait. Did I just say that?) (Guess I did :D) )

#Toshinko Week 2020 #Yagi Toshinori/All Might #Midoriya Inko #Toshinko #Day 4 #Ways to Say I love you #Cat Puns #I will go down with this ship #Cat Inko #toshinori and Inko are married

[starker-stories]

The Cold, Chapter 7 - The Messages Series

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By @thestarkerisobvious​ and @starker-stories​​

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Tags: Tony Stark Feels, Peter Parker Feels, College Student Peter Parker, Established Relationship, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Tony Stark Still Has Arc Reactor, Arc Reactor Kink, Peter Parker is a Mess, Spider-Man powers, Communication, They Finally Communicate!, And Fuck Of Course Look at Who It’s Written By Of Course They Fuck, Avengers Compound

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There’s been a change.

The Cold is the final book in the main line of the Messages series. There is this one and three more chapters until the end (10 chapters total.) The story has been completely finished and is ready to post to schedule.

What were formerly the last two chapters will be written as Messages Interludes and won’t be posted to the same schedule that Messages has been. 

The best way to follow them is to subscribe to the Interludes series link. These stories involve time jumps that make them their own separate thing from the contiguous week that Peter and Tony have been through in Messages.

The Opposite of Cold  ( in progress )

Untitled  ( in progress )

Note: There is some Italian in the chapter. It’s left untranslated until a note at the end of the chapter to put the reader in Peter’s head. If you speak Italian, obviously this little gambit won’t work on you. If you are an Italian speaker and we’ve gotten it wrong, please leave us a comment with the correction and we’ll make it.

Chapter 7:  Faremo L'amore Ogni Notte

She guided him away and they headed to her lab, leaving Tony behind in her office.

Tony agreed that what was discussed between Peter and Helen would remain between them. But it didn’t mean he wasn’t nervous about what was happening. Instead of pacing the courtyard, making a nuisance of himself, he headed to his long-disused personal labs two floors up.

Cleaning the place up, activating and repairing the equipment, it all took time. He checked his watch. Not enough time. Peter was still gone, still downstairs with Helen. He looked up what he’d been working on when he was here last, years ago.

There was little to distract him. Going over his notes on his development of the nanotech for his and Peter’s suits was interesting in a ‘historical record’ sort of way, though the data wouldn’t become part of that until long after it had ceased to be useful to him.

Watch-checking time again. Tony’s inability to keep himself distracted for more than, at most, an hour was annoying. He was sitting in what had been the top lab in the country, and he couldn’t find anything to do. Because his mind was still two floors down. Where he had no idea what was going on. Tony wasn’t sure which was worse. The possibility that something could be wrong or the fact that he couldn’t see it even if there wasn’t anything wrong.

Peter’s texts finally interrupted him.

We’re still talking

Still talking

Hey can you send me that vid of me stopping the car? The first one? Can’t find it.

Can you send me my laser-course stats?

Thanx

Ok headed to the examination room now.

The updates were at least keeping Tony from going completely crazy. But they also kept him from getting involved in anything truly distracting. So their effect was to have him sitting there, doing nothing, staring at his phone, waiting for the next one.

He wanted to text back, to find out more, but he didn’t want to interrupt an exam or a test. He had no idea what was going on before or after the texts. So he just stared at his phone waiting for the next notification.

Omg I haven’t been naked at the doctor since I was 13

This is not a gown this is paper wtf?!

Finally Peter texted him again. The medical exam was over (I get to put on my clothes now) and he and ‘Helen’ were going for a walk.

At that, Tony’s resolve not to spy on Peter broke. He could control things in Helen’s office. He could control things on the entire medical floor. A ‘walk’? Where? Under whose watchful eyes and ears?

Finally, after the cameras showed them heading outside, he gave the monitoring over to FRIDAY. “Track them, turn the surveillance off as they move along the grid, block communication from anyone who sees them and decides to talk about it. I want them in total privacy, from everything and everyone.”

Tony paused. “Even me,” he added, abiding not by the rules Helen gave him, but by the rules he set for himself after their argument.

After an hour, he got another text.

Were on our way back headed to the cafeteria. Im starving

Tony took the elevator down to the atrium level where the cafeteria and the entrance from outside was. He tried not to be, but he was a little terse when he met Peter and Helen at the door. He looked at Helen. “You and I need to have a conversation.”

Helen flashed him a sunny smile, then turned to Peter. “You won’t believe it, but the pizza here is actually good. I’ll see you after?” After Peter was gone, Helen looked back at Tony, but her smile didn’t fade. Most people would have been alarmed to find themselves at the receiving end of a Tony Stark Glare. Helen Cho, of course, was not most people.

“Your office, Doctor?” Tony said, waving his hand in that direction. He was too involved in his own conspiracy theories to notice Helen’s unflappable demeanor. When they arrived, he shut the door behind them. The windows that looked out onto the atrium darkened, the active monitoring lights turned off on the cameras.

“Why the hell did you take him outside into an uncontrolled environment? Are you asking for the spies in the building to know that he had to see you about something? That alone right there is more information than I wanted out about this. So what’s with the doctor/patient confidentiality? That doesn’t apply suddenly?”

Dr. Cho looked mildly surprised at Tony’s accusatory tone, but only shrugged.

“Sorry, it’s now confidential that I met Spider-Man? My bad.”

“Everything about this is confidentential, I thought I made that clear. Fury, New-Cap, no one is supposed to know anything about anything. Just knowing that Peter is talking to you lets them know that something is up with Spider-Man. That will get them curious.

"All anyone knows is that we came here so I could show off the labs to Peter and make sure New-Cap accepts him as an Avenger. Coming here to see you? Getting tested? That was never on the agenda.”

“Good thing you’ve secured my office, then. We’ll go over the details after Peter achieves some caloric intake. I have theories.”

“That’s great. It’s what Peter needs. I want him to have your theories, your conclusions. But I want him to have them. No one else.”

“And you made that clear when you tried to bribe me for my silence, Tony,” Helen said, stepping closer, her patient face hardening a bit. “Peter wanted to go for a walk. He had things he wanted to talk about, and he did. And for the record? I can think of sixteen things we could have been talking about without even trying, and the fact that YOU can’t think of a few is a little telling. Not that he needs an alibi for finding his own personal physician... do you realize he hasn’t had a physical since he was fourteen?” She shook her head in disbelief. “He hasn’t even gotten all his shots! Not that it matters but still… just the idea…

“In any case, Peter is my priority now. If he wants to tell me about the things on his mind in a field, or a laboratory, or an alien spaceship it’s his call. Not yours.”

“He still thinks the Avengers are one big happy family spending nights in pillow forts, watching movies, and eating popcorn. He has no idea of the risk. You can’t trust his ability to know where he should be talking to you. He still… he still fucking trusts people.”

She reached out to touch Tony’s arm briefly. “Well, we know better, don’t we? You were right to call me in on this one.” Helen’s tone was gentler now. “I’m glad he’s got you in his corner on this one, Tony. He may need you. You may be protecting the real next Captain America…”

“Over my dead fucking body,” Tony interrupted hotly.

“…And I’m not sure he’s ready to say ‘no’ to Nick Fury. But I know you. You were born ready.

“I think you two make a good team.”

Tony sighed, a little more relieved. At least Helen saw through some of the smoke and mirrors that surrounded her. “He trusts people. But… he’s the only one… I trust.”

There was silence for a moment. Only when he turned to look at Helen did she speak again.

“I’m glad, Tony. You, more than anyone else on this planet, have earned the right to every single trust issue you own, and then some. But you trust me to an extent, or you wouldn’t have called me. And I’m glad you did. And for the record? I think he’s adorable, and you make a very sweet couple.

“Now shut the fuck up and stop telling me how to do my job,” she said dismisvely, turning back to her desk and pointing at the door. “Go debate the propriety of pineapple on pizza with your boyfriend. I’ll meet you two back here when he’s done eating.”

Tony nodded. He knew he had no objectivity on this issue. Just being here was the last place he wanted to be, which he’d tried to explain… No, he hadn’t tried to explain, just expected Peter to somehow intuit — which wasn’t really fair. Nor was it fair to Helen to blame her for what went on around her.

“Is that even a debate? Of course pineapple belongs on pizza,” Tony said smiling as he left to go find Peter.

Peter had, in fact, already scarfed down his pizza and was on his way to find Tony. He only glanced around for a moment to make sure they were alone before he wrapped his arms around Tony and hugged him fiercely.

“Thank you for this,” he whispered.

Tony smiled and put a kiss on — not the top of Peter’s head anymore! — Peter’s cheek. “Helen says she has ideas. So, I’m glad we were able to come.”

When they entered Helen’s office, she was pulling up a chart on her holoscreen, using her finger to add Peter’s numbers.

“Now, obviously I can’t chart a line based on one point. I’ll need more data. Peter and I may have to talk once year, twice a year ideally. But based on his memory and what data you gave me, I have some theories. Peter’s weight, muscle mass, and BMI put him solidly average, though his height is in the lower 25% until this last growth spurt. Still very average. Nothing anyone can do about that. Now — the jumps in his performance scores look drastic, but not if you take into consideration that the recorded scores from when he was sixteen were inaccurate. According to him he was holding back. But given the stats you calculated in high-adrenaline situations, catching moving vehicles, going hand to hand with the Winter Soldier, I’ve made different estimates. And that gives us a trajectory that looks like this.”

She drew the line with one finger, then hovered over the chart already on the screen.

“The numbers appear extreme, but the math is ultimately the same. A non-enhanced male of Peter’s age, weight and healthy caloric intake, not to mention his daily workout schedule…

“Yes,” she interrupted as Peter tried to correct her. “You swing your bodyweight through over the streets of New York City for hours almost daily, you weren’t taking that into account.”

“So a non-enhanced young adult male’s trajectory would look the same as the one Peter is making now. If my theory holds he’ll peak the same time a non-enhanced male would peak, then begin to decline the same way.” She looked at Peter, as if asking permission to continue.

Peter only nodded and looked at Tony. He was nothing but smiles. He seemed pleased and relieved. When Helen kept looking at him, waiting for that permission to come, Peter decided that it didn’t need to. They were finished talking.

The numbers didn’t matter any longer. They’d discussed them during their walk. What mattered was that he was growing at a normal — for non-normal — rate. It would stop. He’d reach a peak and not just keep growing ridiculously forever. There would come a point where he didn’t have to keep being afraid of his ability. He could just learn how to work within it. He’d learn his limits. Then he wouldn’t hurt anyone else. And he wouldn’t hurt Tony. That was what both of them needed to know.

The meeting ended with cell phones out and schedules compared, Peter and Dr. Cho making plans six months in the future and exchanging numbers. Tony copying the dates in his. Peter hugged Dr. Cho before they left the office, then once again as they said goodbye.

“Did you get the answers you were looking for?” Tony asked as they left Helen’s office, heading to the residence wing.

“Yes, I mean no, but I got some decent theories. Which beat the fuck out of my theories. My theories were just too scary. Helen put it all into perspective. She’s awesome. Thank you, Tony.”

They left the medical wing for the stairs in the lobby, then down them, holding hands.

They had decided to kill the rest of the day by heading to the pool ‘to relax’. Peter’s manic need to perform feats of strength had cooled. They talked, they joked, they made up conversations in between Sam and Bucky who, they assured each other, were watching them at every moment. Peter matched Tony joke for raunchy joke, laughing freely and easily.

Tony smiled, sneaking glances at Peter when the kid wouldn’t notice. He hadn’t seen Peter this relaxed and easy since, well, since his work started to impinge on their lives. Peter’s happiness started to slip away when they’d meet up at different hotels in the city as something fun and different from the penthouse. At first, Peter would get excited and they’d laugh and play around with things in the suite, even bouncing like a kid on the very soft and bouncy beds.

That seemed like a long, long time ago. As Tony drifted away from their life, Peter also drifted away. Now, his Peter was back.

They did laps, at which Peter would’ve beat Tony easily if the kid hadn’t been acting like a dolphin following a ship, diving and ducking underneath him, swerving in patterns, even leaping up and over Tony’s body.

More than once Peter made bets he could hold his breath for ‘this long’, bets he always lost, unable to resist surfacing directly under Tony to grab him and lift him into the air.

The kid was a fish. Their swimming quickly turned into nothing but playing, splashing, dunking. And a lot of teasing. A kiss stolen and then swam away from. An ‘accidental’ brush against somewhere while coming up from a dive.

Tony let himself go. He couldn’t remember when he’d last played around in the water. Or even if he had ever just played around in the water. If the surveillance to the pool room hadn’t been turned off, no one watching would’ve believed that it was Tony Stark down there, laughing and smiling and playing.

“There’s a huge pool at my house in Naples. I’m taking you there. It’ll be just like this for a week. Only better. New-Cap and the Manchurian Candidate won’t be trying to spy on us.”

“Take me to Italy,” Peter said, grinning, swimming into Tony’s arms for another kiss. “Take me somewhere where I don’t know anything, and teach me all of it. Maybe we won’t come back.”

“Andremo in Italia. Nuoteremo in piscina ogni mattina. Faremo l'amore ogni notte.”

“Mmmmm… more. I love being ignorant.”

“I’ll take away your phone and you won’t be able to use ‘translate’,” Tony grinned.

“The less I know the better. I’ll just assume you’re telling me a dirty joke.”

“You’ll have to trust that I’m correctly teaching you what to say. That I’m not having you to insult someone and get us chased out of the restaurant,” Tony clenched his fist and sprayed a squirt of water at Peter’s face.

“Ti comprerò diamanti e quell'orologio e ti rovinerò marcio.”

“I agree! I assume it’s about sex, and I agree.”

“Ti porterò in ogni ristorante di lusso che riesco a trovare. Indosserai scarpe italiane da mille dollari. Ti misurerò per un abito da uomo che costa più di quanto la maggior parte della gente guadagni in una settimana.”

“Yes! I’m unfazeable,” Peter said, laughing. “Whatever it is, I’m in.”

“E quando arriviamo a casa, ti scoperò nel culo così forte che non puoi camminare. Ti lascerò persino toccarmi lì.”

“I’ll assume that means ‘I want to have sex in the pool’,” Peter said, sinking straight down, nuzzling Tony’s cock for a moment before swimming away.

“Voglio fare sesso in piscina,” Tony shouted just before Peter dove again, this time swimming all the way down to the bottom of the deep end.

Peter didn’t spring back up like he’d been doing. A whole minute passed and he was still sitting, cross-legged, at the bottom. Tony frowned and looked down at the distorted image through the water. He counted another ten, fifteen seconds before he dove down. Paddling in front of Peter he looked into the kid’s face. His hair was waving through the water, looking like a mermaid. His eyes were open and he was grinning.

When they had laughed themselves silly and their fingers were getting pruned, Peter and Tony headed to the changing room, showered off and dressed. When they hit the common room, Tony’s hair was slicked back wet, and Peter’s kept falling over his forehead in little ringlets.

Cooking and eating together, they spared only a socially required greeting then ignored any conversation attempts. They were alone in the large room, regardless of who was there around them. Their conversation ranged through the adaptations Tony would be working on for Peter’s suit to the new webbing Peter would create for it. They had no worries about the security of their discussion. No one would understand what they said, even if overheard.

Peter still teased about the pool, his dive, and how it had scared Tony. Tony was still breaking into Italian as he described what he would cook for Peter in Naples and how he would spoil him.

As they sat down to the table, a robot that no one even knew was in the compound came up to them, bringing a bottle of wine from a private cellar that, also, no one knew was in the compound.

By the time dinner was made and finished, they were dry, well fed, and in good humor. They headed to Tony’s suite, leaving behind a befuddled Sam, staring at Tony laughing like he must’ve been an alien left to replace the real Tony Stark.

Italian translations:

The title

Faremo L'amore Ogni Notte - We'll make love all night

Within the text

Andremo in Italia. Nuoteremo in piscina ogni mattina. Faremo l'amore ogni notte. - We will go to Italy. We will swim in the pool every morning. We will make love every night.

Ti comprerò diamanti e quell'orologio e ti rovinerò marcio. - I'll buy you diamonds and that watch and spoil you rotten.

Ti porterò in ogni ristorante di lusso che riesco a trovare. Indosserai scarpe italiane da mille dollari. Ti misurerò per un abito da uomo che costa più di quanto la maggior parte della gente guadagni in una settimana. - I will take you to every luxury restaurant I can find. You will wear Italian thousand dollar shoes. I'll measure you for a men's suit that costs more than most people earn in a week.

E quando arriviamo a casa, ti scoperò nel culo così forte che non puoi camminare. Ti lascerò persino toccarmi lì. - And when we get home, I’ll fuck you in the ass so hard that you can't walk. I'll even let you touch me there.

Voglio fare sesso in piscina. - I want to have sex in the pool.

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Bad Timing

Robert Manion x Reader (wowie i love starkid now, ive watched, like, FIVE musicals in a week. small question, anyone know where i can find, like, vids or stuff of them just chilling? i wanna get a better feel for their personalities, tendencies, and relationships with one another before i write a whole lot about them. any help is needed and appreciated! sorry if this one is short!!! also, should i start putting a little “read more” thing after a paragraph or two? im fine with or without, so tell me what you guys would prefer)

My roommate, best friend, and crush, Robert Manion, was leaving for the airport in about six hours. I was busy preparing a hearty meal that would keep him filled up on the flight, so he wouldn’t go hungry or have to buy airplane food.

He was packing bags and scouring the apartment for anything else he may need on the trip. He was so messy; His clothes could be found scattered in almost every room, save the (tiny) kitchen and (tinier) living room. Even then, I wouldn’t be shocked if I found a long-lost shirt of his had somehow ended up under the couch or in a cabinet in the kitchen.

At last, the pan of eggs was done! All that was left was a few more pieces of bacon, which were done not long after. Multitasking two foods on the same stove that needed to be checked often was proving difficult, but I managed.

“Breakfast!” I half-yelled, knowing Robert was just a room over. I placed both pans, very carefully, on the small coffee table in the living room, where I had already set up two plates and forks. I returned to the kitchen for two glasses of milk, walking back to the living room to find Robert (somewhat) patiently awaiting my return.

I placed a glass in front of him, then put mine by my own plate, before plopping next to him on the floor. “Shall we?”

He nodded eagerly. If there was anything I knew about him, it was that he seemed to find my cooking amazing. One way or another, he found himself asking me to make every meal I could. When I pushed a joke of “women’s work”, he got embarrassed and told me the truth, that he liked my food. Since then, I’d been making every meal I could manage to, just to see him smile when I said our food would be homemade.

The smile on his face, as he took in a few bites of food, made the hard work of handling two hot pans over the stove completely worth it. I felt myself smile as I dug into my own plate of food. I had to admit, knowing he enjoyed it so much made me as happy as he was to eat it.

“Amazing, as always,” he said after, very quickly, finishing up his plate. He took a drink from his milk, then sighed. “I won’t have another one of these meals for over four months.”

“Awe, don’t make me sad,” I said over the rim of my own cup. “I’d make one for you to take, but airport security, man.”

He laughed. “Well, if I call asking for how you make your food, don’t be surprised. I will miss it.” He sighed again.

I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I stood, taking our plates and the pans back to the kitchen and setting them in the sink. Washing dishes could come later. My time with Robert was at five hours, not including the twenty minute drive to the airport.

“Let’s play some games, or watch a movie,” I suggested, sitting down on the couch. “We still have time to kill before you leave.”

Robert stood. “Yeah, pick out a movie. I’m going to make sure I have everything packed that I need.”

He padded off toward his room, and, as I picked out a movie (Grown Ups), I  thought about my history with Robert.

I had been working with Team Starkid for almost five months when Robert came in. We hit it off almost instantly. When I realized he had been living in a hotel room for almost a week, I offered to clear out a room that was, at the time, an office and storage space. He tried to decline, but I persuaded him. Now, he’s been staying here almost seven years, albeit traveling back and forth between here and Australia.

I wasn’t able to reminisce any longer, because Robert was coming back into the room, one suitcase, looking a touch overpacked, in hand. He placed it beside the couch, then plopped next to me and put his arm around my shoulders. Leaning against him, I picked up the remote and turned on the TV. The movie had already been put in what served as our DVD player (but was really my PS3). Robert tilted his head at the title screen.

“I haven’t seen this one,” he noted. “What is it?”

“Just watch,” I replied with a grin on my face.

His arm pulled me a touch closer, and I leaned against him almost completely as the movie began.

By the end of it, we were both almost in tears from laughter. Just under two hours of our time had gone by, leaving us at about three. “Wanna watch the second one?” I offered.

“Can we handle a second one?” he asked jokingly, but agreed.

When that was done, we were at about an hour and a half, but my eyes were getting a little droopy. Although it was around midday, I was extremely tired from staying up through the night making sure Robert’s stuff, or, at the least, the stuff I thought he needed, was in his room.

Before I knew it, I was being shaken awake. Five minutes until we had to leave.

I sat up from where I had fallen asleep on his shoulder, turning my head away to yawn loudly. “Sorry,” I muttered tiredly.

He shook his head. “It’s fine,” he assured me. “We just have to leave soon.”

With another yawn, I stood and stretched my arms, before turning to him. “I’ll get shoes, then I’ll be good to go.”

I padded over to the doorway, where we kept our shoes lined up. Robert offered my sleepy self an arm to lean on while I slipped into my shoes, which I was grateful for. When sleepy, I tended o have bad balance. He knew this, probably from hearing me, a million times, trip in the middle of the night, on my way to the bathroom or kitchen.

“I’ll drive us there so you can wake up a little bit,” he said, and I agreed. We clambered into my car, a crappy Civic that probably needed to be checked soon. I sat myself in the passenger side while Robert got in the driver’s side and started the car. In half a minute, we were buckled in and on the road.

The drive was quiet, mostly somber. It usually felt that way when he was leaving. I always knew that, for however long he was away, my life would change. I would make meals for one. I would do laundry half as much. I would watch movies and play games alone.

The airport parking lot came way too soon. We had arrive ten minutes early. Robert noticed this, I guess, as he stayed in the car a little while.

“Hey, Robert,” I spoke, not entirely sure of what I was doing. “Can you stay a minute longer?”

“I’ve got time,” he said, removing his seatbelt and turning to me. “What’s up?”

“Well...” I fiddled with my fingers, keeping my eyes on them. “I know that this is really bad timing, but...I don’t know, I’ve liked you for a really long time, now, and I just got the courage to say it. I know I should’ve probably said it sooner, but I-”

His hand reached over to grab mine, and I met his gaze. He grabbed both of my hands in his.

“Do you mean that?” he asked me, seriousness etched into his features. I nodded, and a smile broke across his face. “You should’ve said it sooner!”

His hands moved forward to grab my shoulders, and, before I knew it, he was moving closer. He met my eyes before getting too far. When I nodded, he put a hand on my cheek and kissed me.

It felt like flying. When I put my hands on his shoulders, he put his on my waist, trying to pull me closer, although the console between the seats sort of got in the way.

He released after a long time, and I struggled to find air. His hand was still on my face, the thumb gently caressing my cheek.

“I...” He started to talk, but trailed off. “Damn it. I have to go.”

I nodded. “I know. I wish you didn’t.”

“Right now, I do, too.”

I looked up, trying to give him a smile. “If you don’t find any pretty girls in Australia, I’ll be waiting for you when you come back.”

A wide grin took over his face. “I will not find a girl like you in Australia. I will come back to you, and I’m going to ask you out the minute I see you again.”

“I’ll say yes.”

His smile got even bigger as he kissed me again. Slowly, reluctantly, he got out of the car, retrieving his bag from the trunk. I exited, as well, catching him in a hug when he came my way.

“I’ll see you soon,” he promised me. With one more kiss, he was walking into the airport, glancing back to me every few steps. When he got inside, I sighed and walked to the driver’s side, sitting in the seat. He’d left the keys in the ignition, thank God. I remembered, once, he had taken the keys with him, earning him an earful over the phone as I hailed a cab and prayed someone wouldn’t steal my shit car from the airport parking lot.

The whole drive home, I thought about him, and everything he said to me. I couldn’t wait for four months to pass.

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