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antvnger · 1 year

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((And now it's time to play my favorite game GUSH OVER EVERYBODY!))

((Nope! I don't have a favorite to interact with here, but there are so many wonderful people on here that I must brag on them for a bit. I'm also nervous because I'm afraid I'll forget someone and I definitely don't want that.))

These are in no particular order except the first one...and the last one

@doctorstrangeaskblog - I have been a fan of your blog for a very long time, and you were actually the first ask blog I interacted with after I made this blog. The fact you replied to my tag just made my day and made me believe this blog could be successful. Even though we don't interact much, you have a special place in my heart.

@arandomnerdsrp358 - Cassie, my sunshine, you saw I needed a Cassie and you jumped right in, and it has been wonderful to have you! I always love when you tag me in something or send me an ask, because I just enjoy writing with you. And I love that other people recognize you're my Cassie too. That makes me happy.

@askthewasp - I am so so so glad you are on here! Scott needs a Hope, and you are such a gem. Having our Scott and Hope interact is so sweet all my teeth could fall out from the cavities, and I just love it. Like you're super cute, bestie, and I'm so glad you hopped into my ask box. <3 You're so awesome, and don't you forget it.

@askyelenabelova - Dude I looooooove your Yelena, and you are the bomb! Like you're so much fun. I love interacting with you, and Scott loves interacting with Yelena. Honestly, ever since I watched the Black Widow movie, I was like I really want to see Scott and Yelena be friends, and we get to have that! It makes me so happy. You make me so happy! You're so awesome. Feel free to hop by any time!

I would be a ridiculous person to not mention all the Anons who keep me and Scott on our toes. Sir Anon, my first "named" anon, Meme Lord, 🍀Anon, Boombox Anon, Goose Anon, "what if you?" Anon, and Creepy Craig lol among many others. Y'all are awesome, and Scott and I love you. Even if you sometimes cause mischief.

Speaking of mischief, @askthesecondgenerationavengers Loki, you are priceless. I always enjoy when I see you in my asks because I literally never ever know what's gonna happen. You definitely keep me on my toes too and I love. That goes for @ask-kurt-wagnerandrpwithhim @ask-wolverine and all the other X-Men who have found some fun on my blog. Never thought Scott or I would be involved with X-Men, yet here we are and we love it.

@askazara @oldmanwithashield @smolbendyhorn @indoraptorgirlwind @ultimategamernerd @thek2b @sobeautifullyobsessed @koffeebiscuits You guys make us smile. Just know that. You make us smile so very much and we appreciate you!

@og-ant-man and @totally-not-spiderman-askblog I haven't interacted with you all that much yet, but you guys seem pretty cool. I foresee a lot more interactions between us and I look forward to all of that.

@youknowwhoiamaskblog Last but most certainly not least, Iron Mun, the other half of the Mun Bros and the person who is as much Tony as I am Scott. I could write a book about you, my friend. Every time I see you pop up in my notifications in anyway at all, I drop everything and check. Heck, sometimes I scour your blog because I'm such a fan of your content. I adore how you portray Tony, and you already know your tags give me life. You make me laugh, you break my heart, and you make me want to hug you and Tony for all sorts of reasons! And I am so so so so proud of our Math Bros and the content we're creating. Let me just say, RDJ would be so proud of your rendition of such a beloved character. You're so funny and sweet and kind and a really creative writer don't look at me like that it's true you are! I am so so so glad you and your Tony reached out.

Okay...did I get everyone? Did I miss someone? Oh geez, I hope not. I really don't want to hurt someone's feelings. Wow, look at this list. It's long, and that's such a good thing. I feel loved and blessed, and I know Scott does too. Trust me ;)

#for the ant mun #ant mun #giving love to the gang #you guys are the best #so awesome #don't ever forget it!#gushing over everybody #gush over everybody #scott lang #ant-man

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bitchgray · 4 months

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How would you best describe each of your selfships? What aesthetic, things or colors do you remind each of them of? - meggs’s toothless anon

OH GOSH okay uhhhhhh....

Okay, full disclosure, if you're from the server then you are probably vaguely aware from the number I have put as server roles, I have like.....a lot of self ships. So to avoid this being a mile long post, I'm just gonna meander through a handful off the top of my head, many of whom are mentioned only briefly on the server, if at all (most of whom aren't even in my roles). If you had any ship(s) in mind that weren't covered here, please feel free to send a separate ask. Readmore-ing now.

Tim Stoker

Fire, for....reasons > - > (Most of these reasons are nice, but there are also sadder reasons)

In terms of colors....sorta pale yellow, for reasons I can't put my finger on, but. It's how he makes me feel.

Wolf memes/pictures. This isn't necessarily like. Aesthetic. But like. Okay, there's this one meme that's circulating around here--I have it somewhere--and Lili (touyaspeach) agreed that that's just. Him.

Additionally, in that same vein, The Bigfin Squid (Magnapinna). Another one where we just tagged him as a random animal and it stuck.

Almonds. Candied almonds. I'm throwing them at him from across the Archives break room and missing almost every time.

Holding hands, touching hands--like--that sounds weird out of context, but he's an exceptionally touchy person, and for me (touchstarved) that just. That being something just makes me soggy.

He's an autumn ship! So a lot of that gets wrapped up around him. Makes sense, too, given how he's from Spooky Media.

Clavis Lelouch

Well, easy/simple answer--pale lavender and blue grey for colors, because those are his canon colors.

His emblem animal is a leopard, but whenever I think about him, I just feel like I'm getting picked up and swung around like a housecat. And I'm even being nice about it, not even scratching or biting him, though he deserves it.

Lilacs for flower.

Gloved hands--because he almost always wears gloves and I almost always wear gloves, the contrast between that and skin contact is like.....powerful. Big stuff. If that makes sense.

Fancy ring on a necklace chain--that's how I keep my engagement ring safe, given that I don't want to risk it getting any sorta damaged while I work or train (knight).

Tea--it's one of the things he's really good at making--can't make food that seems normal for the life of him, but his tea I really love.

Swords. Easy answer, but in my defense, I *am* a knight in this, and he *is* a practiced fighter.

He's a spring ship.

Gale Dekarios

Purple for color. Easy answer, I know, but.

Also another easy answer--books. Books of all kinds with any kind of thing marking places--scraps of paper, ribbons, proper marks, feathers, gloves.

Stars! Like, constellations and shit. My self-insert is a sailor, so stars are a pretty important thing.

Embroidery in gloves and scarves. During my first winter in Waterdeep, he gets me a pretty scarf embroidered with flowers that matches his, and gloves enchanted to stay warm. I pretend to have forgotten them at home when I just wanna hold his hand when we're out at the market.

Swords. I like swords, in case you can't tell.

There's a lot of really pretty Magic that can fit into an aesthetic, he's so easy to be pretty.

I also like the idea of like....engraving runes or something on metalwork--because I end up taking up enchantment as a hobby and work source after Canon Events and Personal Story Events, so I think that counts as aesthetic.

I'm stealing Tara. Less a matter of aesthetic, just me saying things again.

He's kinda an end-of-autumn, start-of-winter ship.

Azul Ashengrotto

Well, he *is* part of the origin of Bitch Gray. His hair color is kinda like, emblematic of him, alongside purple and black and blue.

He kind of has his own distinct aesthetic, a sorta mob thing, but I'm trying to piece together something distinct from that, at least sorta.

Ink stains on hands. Can't separate from that image.

The dawn--I can't understand why, just. It seems like him.

Simple, delicate and elegant jewelry. Mostly golden.

He's another gloves ship. This one's more about touch/not touch again, because he's also touchstarved, so when we finally get together it's like...dams are open.

Water-dappled light. The sounds of the waves.

Love letters, filled with clumsy, frustrated poetry, sealed and never sent.

He's a spring ship--water getting warmer, the skies getting lighter, kind of just. Hope.

Anders

You know that iridescent green that black feathers can have? Yeah. That green and the black it's on.

He's another one who loves housecats. He gets a big cuddly orange boy, and I will die on this hill.

Dried plants--medicinal, mostly, but also things like pressing flowers in books.

Swords again, but this time with the image in particular of sharpening blades--of work and pride put into who we are, what we do.

Hand-written words. We both do writing, him for his work for mages, mine for simple pleasure.

He's another mage--so you can get Aesthetic Magic shots.

Also, hands. So much of his healing is based around touch, around helping create poultices and tinctures, or around using his magic. So I want to give him a tender touch, too, if he'd let me.

Secrets--hard to put into aesthetic form, I suppose, but. There's a level of trust with each other with secrets afterwards.

He's a winter ship. So he's fireplaces and warm cloaks and ensuring that the other remembered to bring gloves, bundling scarves a little closer.

#Thank you for asking me about this #It was very nice to think about!

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decepti-geek · 2 years

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I might be old fashioned (or the rarepair thing might be true, I can't remember if my first ever ship was a rare pair but the way I engaged with ships was Hecking Weird in a way I recognized as strange so I didn't get upset when other people weren't on my boat with me) but when did people start not thinking it's rude to insult a ship in the ship tags? This is the second time I've seen that recently did people forget it's rude as shit?

(sending you an ask rather than reblogging that post because, aside from being rude, it's also historically likely to put a target on your back and I don't want to accidentally contribute to harassing someone for making a somewhat ill-mannered joke)

It's funny cause, I very much suspect that the whole Anti Bullshit had something to do with this. But I can't rightly speculate whether it's likely to be down to, idk, after what it was like to have antis in your ship tag, the bar is on the floor in terms of social expectations in fandom. Or if it's more some kind of... I mean, people DID still used to be rude about ships in tags before the anti thing gained the traction it did. But BA (Before Antis) it was rarely a concerted effort on the part of multiple people, it was usually just Some Asshole who might whinge if you told them to fuck off, but crucially, you knew you had the ability to tell them to fuck off and it was likely to meet with some success, as long as it was a situation of you and your buddies just vibing and them being shitty by choice.

But then the antis kind of like... collectivised ship hate, so if you had ship hate in your tag then it wasn't a matter of telling That One Asshole to fuck off, it was at its worst like, trying and likely failing to fend off a goddamn harassment campaign. I know that BA, there were also like, shipwars/flamewars. But my impression of those was really that, y'know, everyone had a pretty equal stake in the fight? One side liked one thing and hated the other, the other side liked and hated the opposite. But antis didn't have the same skin in the game in that way, because a lot of the time even if things began as a way of prioritising a different ship, over time it did become about PURELY hating someone else's ship. So that changed the dynamic, made it uneven, and made it harder to fight off people who had less of a reason to back off, because hating a thing had become so central to their fandom experience that they had less space to kind of, retreat and go do something they loved instead.

ANYWAY point being, I think the fandom perception might have shifted from 'oh here's an asshole just tell them to fuck off' to, Post-Antis, still having that kind of, lingering sense that telling someone to fuck off isn't worth it because you don't know what you might bring down on your head. Like, the way antis did/do fandom has changed what's seen as acceptable within fandom even if now the consensus has shifted further towards 'why would you harass someone over something like that oh my god please stop.' But it's not in the same place it was BA, so I think that kind of stuff is still seen as like, more okay, and less needlessly rude, than it once was.

(If you would like to PM me off anon to talk further I am also all ears, and obviously I'm not gonna reveal who you are if you do. But you seem like this has been bothering you a bit so if you have further stuff about fandom you wanna rant about to someone I am absolutely willing to be that person).

#anonymous #fandom

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savoies · 3 years

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way it goes - owen lindmark.

summary: meeting owen's friends + parents for the first time.

specified pronouns?: nope.

word count: 705.

warnings: none.

a/n: lindy anon this is for you, ily. also just pretend they are all still at wisco.

Meeting the parents was an event that took place in many relationships. It was nerve racking, scary, and overwhelming. Meeting friends was a different story.

Meeting people who spent time with your boyfriend whenever he was free. Them meeting the person who now was taking over most of that time.

You and Owen had been dating for a few months and wanted to wait to see where it was gonna go before you actually introduced each other to your friends.

Honestly since you guys were dating for such a short period of time you didn't really intend to meet Owen's family just yet. But let's just say that the Lindmark family was quite big on surprises.

You and Owen had been in his room after a game. They had lost. (It wasn't a bad loss but still a loss) you guys fell asleep cuddling and awoke to your alarm blaring in both of your ears.

"Babe turn that off." Owen said as he placed his pillow on top of his head.

"Sorry sorry. Shit. Ok baby i have to go ill see you later." You said as you grabbed your stuff and placed a kiss on his lips quickly not wanting to be late for class. As you were rushing out you opened the door and there stood Owen's parents (who you had only seen in pictures).

"Hello, you must be Y/N." His mom said as she offered you a sweet smile.

"Hi uhm yes. Nice to meet you." You said as you waved at both of them. "It was nice meeting you but I should really get going." You spoke hastily, stepping aside to let them in.

"Maybe we can have dinner with my son and you before we leave town." His mom looked expectantly at you.

You looked over at Owen not really sure what the boundaries surrounding his parents were. "Oh I'm not sure if i can." You said not really sure what else you could have said.

"Nonsense. We'll have Owen call you." As you turned to face Owen he had a small smile on his face, happy to see that at first impression his parents seemed to like you.

You walked away and later that night you guys had dinner. Everything went well and let's just say that in due time the Lindmark family thought of you as a daughter. Let's just hope that Owen's second family (his friends) thought of you the same way.

You had met only a handful of them. Saying hi whenever you guys saw each other at a game or when one of them came by. But you never actually had a full blown conversation with any of them.

Owen had planned something lowkey. Just hang out after a game as they always did but this time bring you around. You were nervous, fidgeting with your hands the whole time.

You had gone through different scenarios in your head, your overthinking getting the best of you. What if they didn't like you? What if they thought you weren't good enough for Owen?

You were sitting down next to Owen as his friends sat around you talking about the game. Owen had introduced you to them and now you could properly match the name to the face. Dylan was the blonde one, Alex was the dark haired one, Cole was the smiley one, and then Ryder and Shay were the brothers.

At first you were quite uncomfortable not really sure what you could add to a conversation about a game you didn't play in but then they quickly included you in messing around/sharing stories to you about Owen.

You were now telling them a story about how Owen spilt a milkshake in your hair after the third date. And how for some reason on that same day you agreed to him becoming your boyfriend.

They all laughed as Owen blushed a little and buried his face in his hands. Let's just say that you were glad his friends liked you. They saw how you made Owen smile and how happy he was with you. And now all of you could share funny Owen stories with each other whenever you guys did meet up again.

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#not proofread #hockey boys #hockey #hockey imagines #hockey blurbs #hockey blurb #ari writes #owen lindmark #wisco hockey #ntdp boys #usa boys #team usa #team usa x reader #florida panthers #gonna go watch 911 lonestar now hehe

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real-south-park-confessions · 3 years

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Hey guys, i'm the anon who made the south park deaths post. It was until I realized, hey! i clearly could've done a better job at the writing so....

Part 1

KENNY:

I breathed in the cold, winter air as it escaped through the windows. I smiled joyfully, another great day in South Park.

I hear my mother call my name, "Kenny! Come on out here!" I quickly put on my orange parka and headed out from my room.

"We don't have anything to eat for breakfast today, so you're going to have to wait until you can eat at school." She sighed. I shrugged my shoulders in disappointment, "Okay.." My muffled voice spoke out. My mother brought up the topic of dad never getting a job and began yelling at him to stop reading playboys, and to actually do something with his pathetic life.

I grabbed my backpack and headed out the door. Maybe once I get to school It'll be better. I thought.

I. Thought.

I was walking down the sidewalk and hear someone call out my name. I looked up and saw Stan waving at me, alongside Kyle and Cartman just with arguing each other.

I made my way to cross the sidewalk, but halfway, I heard a truck honking.. I could hear Stan screaming, Kyle and Cartman still yelling at each other but louder this time, and feel my whole body shiver.

I felt the tip of the truck touch my parka, as if it was in slow motion.. then it all came crashing down on me. I could hear my bones cracking, feeling my limbs be torn apart by the impact. When I was about to cry, I died. Again.

I thought it'd get better.

I thought.

Why does this happen?

Why does god never let me be happy?

I then felt my body again, and this time I wasn't in pain. I was back, again, and It happened, AGAIN.

I woke up and proceeded to finally cross a sidewalk without dying this time. But something felt wrong. Stan looked like shit, as if someone important just died. Right in front of him. So was Kyle and Cartman, but they weren't as bad as him. Cartman seemed more confused than sad, and Kyle seemed more shocked than depressed. "Hey Kenny." Stan croaked. "You're back."

CRAIG:

What a great day to wake up to. My now, EX-BOYFRIEND just broke up with me because of "personal reasons" and that it just "didn't feel right." What a fucking asshole. I've been dealing with your freakouts just for it to come to this? Thanks, Tweek.

I didn't want to talk to anybody today. I'm just so pissed off right now.

I've never felt so horrible in my life. And i've been through stuff, if you know what I mean. I felt worthless, I hated myself. Why can't I be better? No, there's no point to that.

I slammed my locker in anger. It was so annoyingly loud that It gave me a headache. Of course. I felt someone send a glare over my shoulder. I couldn't care less though, I don't care about anything anymore. Except Stripe of course.

Just as I took my first step, I hear the front doors to the school bust open. It was a redneck. He was shouting in such a heavy Southern accent I couldn't even make out what he was saying. It sounded like gibberish almost. I then noticed the shotgun he was carrying. I began panicking and I stared at him like a deer in the head lights. I finally snapped back to reality when he fired his gun.

5. I turned around and started running.

4. I began crying.

3. I felt useless.

2. I felt scared.

1. I felt...

"Oh."

CLYDE:

I cried my eyes out. I've never felt more sad in my life. My throat burned, my heart throbbed, and I lost.. him.

I threw my fists up into the air, immediately slamming them back down again. "That fucking a-asshole!" Snot began dripping from my nose. "I HATE HIM!" I cried out. "IT WAS ALL HIS FAULT, I K-K-KNOW IT! TH-THAT BASTARD!" I started hiccuping.

"You're worthless."

"You're a piece of shit, Tweek."

"You ruined him."

"You can't even button up your shirt correctly! How dumb can you be?"

"He was better without you."

"He was happier."

"He cou-

"Just stop!" Tweek yelled at me. What was his problem? "Listen, I know I wasn't the best, I know I-I could've done better, and I'm sorry, Clyde!" Tweek sighed. "And you've been sh-shitting on me every day because of it, and I want you t-to stop!" I crossed my arms and puffed out my chest.

"And what are you gonna do about it, fuck face?"

"W-Well, I was wondering if we could talk about it at my place. And hopefully, we can resolve our problems."

At first, I thought hell no! I'm not forgiving this asshole so quickly. But then I had an idea.

I'll just kill him.

I applauded myself in my mind for such a great idea. "Fine." I rolled my eyes. "Th-thank you, it'll be at 8 by the way." Tweek quickly left.

After school was over I began running to my house, running through the newly covered snow. I ran through the front door, and closed the door. "Welcome home, Clyde!" My dad smiled. I ignored hus greeting and ran upstairs. Hearing my dad mutter "You must be in a rush..." His voice slowly faded out as I ran into my room. "Time to prepare." I grinned as I pulled out my laptop.

Time skip brought to you by Kyle's great ass.

I began walking to Tweek's house. I hid my butcher knife in my coat. He'll never notice! I glanced up and saw it. It. I noticed I began to sweat, no need to sweat Donovan! You'll just have to carry his body far out to the forest and no one would notice! Then you'll just leave, easy peasy! Tweek's parents were out on a date, so it was just me and Tweek. All. Alone. Together.

I knocked on the door, and it was opened immediately. "Welcome." Tweek's voice was unnervingly calm. "I've got you your favorite drink, Clyde. Why don't you head up stairs so we can talk?" He smiled. "Okay..." I got a bad feeling. I don't know why but.. I did. Something was totally off. Probably because I was going to kill Tweek and my nerves were just getting to me. So I set that stupid feeling aside.

I walked inside Tweek's room, legos were scattered across the floor. "Oh, don't mind that." I jumped. Tweek was so.. close. Wtf. "I was hoping we could try and build something.." He walked over to his desk and set our drinks down. I sat down next to him.

He held up his drink and said "Cheers?" Tweek smiled. I picked up my drink and returned the gesture, "Cheers." I began to chug my drink. Wow, it sure did taste odd.

I set my drink down along with Tweek. But as soon as I did, I felt my stomach explode. I fell to the floor gripping my stomach. I immediately started to throwing up. "WHAT THE FUCK!?!" I began sobbing. Tweek immediately ran over to me, grabbing my hair and shoving me onto the floor. "S-Shut up!" He growled.

"H-HELP!"

I began coughing blood.

"HELP M-ME PLE-PLEASE!"

I started to sob.

"I'M SORRY!"

I felt extremely light headed.

I started to throw up blood.

I felt like my brain was going to explode.

I just wanted justice.

I just wanted to help him.

Somehow.

But I couldn't.

I-

I failed.

okay

#south park #i didn't actually read this

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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DON'T SHIT WHERE YOU EAT.

Marcus Álvarez x Reader

Anon asked: Hey, could you do a imagine with Alvarez, in which he's at the scrap yard of Santo Padre with the reader (his s/o) but Angel does not know it and so he flirt with her like all day and Bishop and maybe Taza and Hank tries to make him stop before Marcus notice it?

Word Count: 1.8k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💘

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. Gif credits to: @bai-feng-jiu

Tag list: @starrynite7114 @chibsytelford @dazzledamazon @mara-mpou @sammskellington @gemini0410 @1-800-imagines @briana-mishell24 @sassymox @whyisgmora @aquamento @sadeyesgf @viviansafizada @samcrobae @jade770 @witchy-wish ✨ (if you wanna be tagged, send me a message!)

“Don' move”. A male voice tenses your whole body, being leaned above the trunk of your car while you're holding a box of beers. Looking at him sideways, a long forefinger goes to your shoulder feeling a light itching. “A ladybug!”

“Oh, sweet Jesus Christ!” Your heart is about to stop, leaving the box down back to place a hand on your chest spitting a sight.

“Mayans' waitress?”

“Seems like, just fo' today”.

“That's sad”. He pretends to looks like, supporting his body against your car, before offering you a huge hand filled by golden rings. “Angel”.

“(Y/N)”. Narrowing it, you smirk at the mexican slightly.

“Should we tell him?” Taza rest his forearms on the white wooden railing, turning his face to El Pacificador.

“Maybe he needs a lesson”. The man pursing his lips, raised both eyebrows. The Vice imitates his gesture. Looks like it's going to be a very fun night.

“You have to be fucking kidding me”. Bishop snorts going downstairs, moving fast his legs to your position and placing a hand on your lower back. “Álvarez is asking for you, querida”.

“Good, amma' take thos—”.

“I got it. Go with him”. The president pushes you softly, with one of these smiles he always has ready for you, since the day you met.

Nodding and clapping on air, you turn your feet above the gravel floor after looking to both men, putting your hands inside the pocket of your shorts walking towards the clubhouse.

“Little trouble is back at home”. Che says leaning close to you, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead before Tranq kisses your cheek.

“Happy to see you here”. The other man says, before continuing with your steps.

“Respect that girl, or you're gonna deserve to be dead”.

“Calm down, prez, I jus' was trying to help'er”.

“You're not gonna try to help her by putting your cock into her legs, you hear me, ah?”

“Jeez, man!”

“You won't be able to complain when Álvarez tears your tongue out”. The mexican says poking his chest with a forefinger. “She's off-limits”.

Sticking your head out the glass colorful door of the Templo you find your husband sitting inside, on the last chair at the table with a thoughtful look. His dark orbs are above the cigar consuming itself resting in the ashtray, not noticing that you're there, immersed in his own things. You know how much he misses the club, even if he doesn't talk about it as you would like. Running the door by the rail until is full closed, you walk towards him. His gaze traveling to yours, smirking at the mexican while he pulls back the chair giving you some space. Sitting on his lap with your hands supported half on yours, and half against his abdomen, your fingers play with the fabric of his shirt. The first time you kissed him, Marcus was sitting on that same chair, long time ago. And at least, he's not wearing one of those suits he uses working with Galindo, or probably you couldn't control yourself.

“Do you think I took the right decision?” Setting apart a soft and shiny bristle of your hair, his hands go down to your waist.

“It doesn't matter if it was the right or not. You can be a Mayan again, whenever you want it”.

“I can't ride my bike like I used to, cariño”.

“Then, I'll be your driver”.

He chuckles nodding, before resting his forehead on your chest closing his eyes. Sometimes he has his doubts about joining Galindo's Cartel, without caring about the good jack and the stability his new job gives him now. But you will always be by his side, supporting his back.

“Charters are coming, I have to go back”. You say softly letting your fingers tour his nap.

“Okay, mi amor”.

┅┅ ┅ ┅ ┅┅

The crowded yard is flooded by latin music when the night has fallen down, and the delicious smell of barbecue running through the environment. Your hands moving fast above all the beers on the bar, using the opener to take off the bottle caps, while other girls bring them to the guys. You're not sure about what they're celebrating, being the first time you're at one of the famous Mayans' parties, but you're having so much fun.

“Hey, you, mister ladybug!”

Angel turns towards you, directing his steps to the bar placed in a corner of the yard. A smile getting draw on his lips, walking like he's dancing his hips.

“Is everything okay with your leg?” You ask with a laughter on your throat.

“What a sense of humor!” He cheers lifting up his beer on air. “What ya' need, sweetheart?”

“Ice. You know where it is?”

“Yea', com'on”.

Stepping out of the bar as soon as other girl comes to save your place, the man puts an arm on your shoulders guiding you to the metallic warehouse, next to the club. Supporting you the door after turning on the light, both come inside to the big fridge. Opening it to grab some bags.

“Wait, I got it”.

Angel leans above the fridge to help you out, invading without asking your personal space. He smirks at you holding the bags you took.

“So, what'bout ya'?”

“Hm…?”

“How I didn' see you before around? To work here ya' must have friends at hell”.

“I'm family”. You just say, putting some more bags on his arms.

“Álvarez and Bishop's?”

“Yea'”. You nod closing the fridge.

“Well, I would be glad to see ya' often”.

“No, you wouldn't”. Obispo is behind you cross-armed, talking firmly without hesitation. “Take the ice to the bar”.

The Mayan doesn't say anything else, passing by El Presidente's side and leaving you alone. Closing the door you raise both eyebrows. Bishop snorts clicking his tongue. He trusts you, of course, but he don't trust the other mexican.

“I can protect my ass without help”.

“I know, little trouble. But I don' need an internally fight for that pretty and beautiful ass”. He laugh surrounding your hips with an arm, accompanying you to your place.

“When you started to be that bored, ah?”

“I keep the good times here”. He answers pointing out one of his temples.

“Shit, you sound like my grandpa'!”

Walking close of your husband, he takes your hand living a smooth and gentle kiss on the back of it. Letting you go from his cousin, you lean towards him placing your lips on his forehead dearly, before following your way back to the bar continuing with your task. Angel is there making your job easier when placing the ice inside the freezer.

“Daddy protects ya' good”. He whispers looking at you for a second.

“Daddy?” You can't help but breaking in laughs, covering your mouth with a hand. “You think 'amma helpless baby girl?”

“I'm sure you can kick me, befo' I can figure it ou'”.

“Yea', I'm sure you would like't”.

“Maybe”.

“Well, that's not gonna happen, but you can keep dreaming”. You joke on him, grabbing a bottle of water to drink from it.

“Primo”.

Bishop turns to the call, cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand after sipping of his beer. Marcus raises his chin making a gesture to the bar. Taza and Tranq looks at it too. El Presidente rolls his eyes, listening your laughs and watching Angel trying to flirt with you, ignoring the warnings he made to him.

“I told Angel to keep his hands off”. He just say, pretending to get up. But Álvarez stops him by a hand on his chest.

“I know you told him twice. Third is on my own”. He replies pretty calm, scaring Obispo more than if he was angry.

“And sometimes dreams come true”. The Mayan says, resting his body against the freezer.

Shaking your head with a loud laughter, you turn to the fridges checking the beers, before raising your gaze to your husband coming closer. Gawking nailing your elbows on the wooden bar and supporting your chin on your palms, you show him a lovely smile. No matter how many years have passed, you fall more and more everyday for him. Biting your lower lip with your incisors, you lean forward just a little.

“May I help you, señor Álvarez?”

Angel has an eyebrow upped, looking at the scene from the background and maybe understanding Bishop's words.

“I need two beers and my wife”. He says crossing his hands over his abdomen, as soon as he stops his feet.

“Yes, sir”. You just say winking the right eye.

“Having fun, mijo?”

“Yea', Padrino. She is… She…”

“She's more polite than me”. Marcus interrupts him with a calm tone of voice, twisting his head slightly. “Don't shit where you eat, Angel. You're smarter than that”.

“Sounds like he has an option”. You say frowning, passing them away with the beers between your fingers, taking off the opener handling on your neck with the free one, and giving it to other waitress.

And Marcus knows now you feel annoyed because of his words. That's one of the reasons you have never wanted to attend a Mayans' party. They're always marking their own territory over other members, and you're not a piece of meat, nor a trophy, not a bundle of money. Your husband follows your steps to inside the clubhouse in complete silence, not noticing the members who step out of it to give you some intimacy.

“You know what I meant”.

“Look, I don't need… two pitbulls growling before me. You should know me after nine years”.

“I do”.

“Really? So then, why was tha' fo'?”

“I'm sorry”.

“Yea', you better compensate me later, señor Álvarez”. Walking closer, you offer him one of the beer, but grabbing your wrist to push you into him.

“You know how much I love you, right?”

“Nah, tell me”. You joke on him, placing both hands crossed above his nap, leaving some ephemeral caresses on his head.

“I can't explain”.

Pressing his lips with yours closing the distance between your bodies, until your chest collides with his, Marcus wraps you between his arms. It's true you didn't fall in love at first sight, but you wouldn't change him for anyone. You still feeling the same tickles and the same sparkles in your stomach whenever he's near of you. And you spend every morning, at least five minutes, watching him sleep peacefully above your chest. That is your favorite moment of the day, feeling somewhat blessed since you can do it every single day.

“Com'ere, papi”. You mutter against his lips, guiding him blinded through the only hallway on your steps to the dorms. “Let's remember old times…”

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tsukidrama · 3 years

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hello!

i hope the doctor finds what’s wrong with your knee :( it’s doesn’t seem fun, whishing you a speedy recovery as well! i hesitated to send an other ask since you’ve written other stuff but i didn’t want to spam you but i’ll keep that in mind thank you! :) i’m already going to send you an other ask after this one for cold hands cold heart part 2 because i’m shy askdjfj

and also i was so surprised when i saw that other anon send an ask!! i mean i know we’re talking in public since it’s in asks and i don’t mind at all but i didn’t expect people to actually read what i send lmao this was really sweet. oh and i use she/her thank you for asking! 😊

it makes sense yeah! it’s annie’s own little universe, like a “the road not taken cinematic universe” (trntcu) lmao. this makes sense too, gosh she really deserves her little cottage now, even if things are going to be a bit complicated now this is probably the best setting for her to face all of her fears. she’s in her own place that she built, she has reader and her father, i think it’d be even harder if she was still in marley. well, i can’t wait to see what comes next!

oh, historia was totally ruined, the whole baby/farmer storyline brought way too much discourse lmao but it’s alright the story has a lot of other women to love peacefully.

i thought about you when i saw her in the trailer!!! the end of the show is really going to be something (if we forget about some….parts indeed), first episode of part 2 seems so far away!

there isn’t much in this ask (sorry) as i’ve only had time to read cold hands cold heart so i’ll just send an other ask! (will be longer)

-j

SORRY MY REPLY GOT KINDA LONG OOPS! not rly tho

yeah me too honestly. it's really bothering me and i'm starting to get really frustrated that it's not getting any better. please don't worry i'll get annoyed with spamming, it actually makes me really happy to see all the notifications! i am lonely and sad most of the time so it always makes my day.

ALDSKJCHASJKAKCSND JJJJJJJJ IM CRYINGNGGG IM GONNA PRINT THE COLD HANDS HOLD HEART ASK YOU SENT ME OUT AND FRAME IT ON MY WALLLL DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU????? i keep rereading it over and over again & my heart is exploding..... legit cried a little bit when you started talking about the ending. when you said "as you can tell i really like the moon" i laughed out loud, that's absolutely something i would say too. same ♡ i think i associate Annie and the moon together for some reason - is that just me being gay? eye contact with her would have the same vibes as staring up at the moon on a cold foggy night, i don't make the rules it's just true and facts i'm just sayin 😭

do you want me to keep the ask unpublished? i could absolutely respond to everything piece by piece. but if its meant for my eyes only then i will treasure it in secret forever.

but can i just say that you picked up on a lot of nuance that most people either don't notice or don't TELL ME they notice!! i spend a stupid amount of time making sure that my characterization is consistent etc, alongside stupid effort throwing in parallels so to have somebody connect the dots between stories/chapters, or what deeper meaning is implied by a behavior or scenario.. bliss. jus GOD you really hit the nail on the head in every way with your analysis of this fic, i'm deadass sitting here crying like you get it!! you see the fic for what it's supposed to be! dskjlahkdaj i know it's also not that deep but when i was in the process of writing that fic 8 months ago (WTF IS TIME) i thought to myself "nobody is even gonna notice all this in the end they just want the smut and the pretty writing is just a bonus" BUT YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO SEEN! i hope you know how much i luv you for that sending ask. AAAAAAAAAA i could combust!

i thought it was so cute that someone cared enough to drop by and say so 🥺 while of course i know in my brain that other people must read all my rambly responses to you, i've said before: i talk to you the way i talk to people in my dms. but therefore i open up more than i would just posting as usual, because i know somebody cares what i have to say lmao. that sounds so sad 😭 it's just disheartening to scream into the void so i don't as often makes posts for fandom these days. hell yeah girl!

pfftf "the road not taken cinematic universe" (trntcu) lmao you crack me up! for the sake of convenience i'll probably shorten it to something that's less of a mouthful AND WAIT IM HAVING AN EPHIPHANY, i could call it the "cottagecanon" 🥺🥺🥺 god that's so cute. it's true that she's in the best place she could possibly be for what she's going through. that's kind of the point, i think. as sad as it makes me to write the sad shit, it's just to get us to the point where my poor baby Annie can realize that she needs to process her trauma. she's never had a space in canon where she could do that. so fine, i'll just give it to her myself 😤

poor Hisu. she deserved better. god, the discourse and the theorizing really was something to witness... it makes me sad that a canon wlw character was reduced to what she was in the final arcs (s4). but yeah you're so right, she's not even in my top 5 aot women.

aAA AHA GOOD, she's my tall n crazy lean mean killing machinem i'm still surprised that my yelena content pops off the way it does, but i truly love the yelena following that i have on this blog, y'all put the spice in my life. at least we have an air date for the final season now! January 9th is less than four months away! we can get through this together. we got this.

#thank you for the serotonin today j #tsuki answers #j anon #annie-isms #trnt annie #snk #fave #cottagecanon #eeeeeeeee it'll take a while for me to root through my blog and try and tag everything that should belong under it but i'm excited so here

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lousimusician · 5 years

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Faking It

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Ik you're busy working on sex pollen right now but when you could could you do one where the reader has never orgasmed with any of their SO and when they start having sex/dating peter they dont want to make him feel bad so they just fake it? And somehow peter finds out the truth and he just turns super dom and makes her cum like....a lot? Thanks! I love your writing so much!

A/N: I fell in love with this request the second I saw it omgggg, it's so goooood. Thank you to the anon who requested this, I hope I did it justice lol. I also wasn't planning to write whole ass fics for the requests and make them more like blurbs or something, but some of your guy's ideas are so good I couldn't help myself.

Warning: Smuttttt, Oral (fem recieving), language, Peter and the reader are both 18

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Peter had really just been passing through when he overheard the conversation that made his stomach twist with shame and embarrassment.

It had to be around midnight when Peter just finished patrolling Queens and he decided to stop by his girlfriend's apartment for a few minutes.

Your window was open, and just as Peter was about to crawl through was when he heard it.

You were facetiming MJ while laying on your bed, and the two of you seemed to be in deep conversation, when he heard her say, "So you've been faking it this whole time?"

Peter stopped, interest piqued to find out what exactly you had been faking.

You groaned and tugged on your hair. "Yes."

"Is he that bad or is there another reason?" MJ asked mindlessly while she worked on her homework.

"No he's good, it's me. I just- I have a hard time.. y'know..-"

"Orgasming?"

You groaned again. "I hate this conversation."

MJ put her hands up in surrender. "Hey, you were the one that wanted to have this sex talk."

You rolled your eyes. "Anyway, I think I'm just scared I won't be able to and then he'll be all embarrassed and then I'll be embarrassed, so I... fake it. And it wouldn't be the first time either, I did the same with Ian and Devin."

"And Peter has no idea?" MJ asked, looking up from her homework.

"Well I hate to brag but by the time I started dating Peter I got very good at faking it." You said pathetically.

"(Y/N) that is the saddest thing I've ever heard, don't worry you're not bragging." She responded sarcastically.

"Yeah, I know. What do you think I should do? I just feel so guilty."

MJ shrugged her shoulders. "Don't know man. Just talk to him I guess, how long can you go pretending anyway."

You shook your head. "Yeah... I'm just- I'm gonna go to bed now, I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"See ya." MJ said before ending the call.

Peter backed away from your window, but lingered on the wall as everything you and MJ said sunk in.

And Peter didn't know how to feel anything other than embarrassed and betrayed.

You faked it,

Every. Single. Time.

And Peter began replaying every time the two of you had sex.

The first time you two were together, to when you had done it in the janitors closet, to when you told each other that you loved each other, to even just last night.

How had he never noticed before.

Peter punched the wall in frustration, before swinging back to his own apartment.

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"Hey Peter." You greeted your boyfriend the next morning at school, after arriving at his locker.

Upon hearing and seeing you Peter immediately remembered the anger he felt last night, so with gritted teeth and a clenched jaw responded with a simple, "Hey."

You furrowed your eyebrows at his tone but ignored it anyway. "So are we still hanging out later."

"Sure." He said without looking at you.

"Oookay?" You said confused by his attitude. "I'll talk to you at lunch then." You said, backing away before heading to your own class.

The rest of the day had gone by in a similar fashion. Peter was very off and you couldn't figure out why, except for that it had to be something with you because he was only acting coldly towards you.

The walk to his place with him after school was quiet and tense, and it was setting you on edge.

You tried to fill the silence with idle conversation but when his responses came off as less than interested, you finally gave up all together. And even when you reached his apartment, the two of you went straight to the bedroom silently save for the greetings to Aunt May.

The second Peter stepped into the bedroom he threw his bag down next to his desk and immediately pulled his homework out, and started on it even though it was a Friday, further proving to you that he was ignoring you.

Meanwhile, you on the other hand, decided to sit on his bed without a word.

You pulled out your phone and occupied your time with the device.

And that was how the night slowly progressed. You shooting glances at him, while Peter pretended not to notice as he continued his homework.

It wasn't until May popped in to tell you two that she was going out for a few hours with her friends that you finally said something.

"...Peter?" You asked quietly, and all you recieved was a hum in response. "Are you mad?"

Peter continued writing, "No." He said simply but with a bite that told you he was definitely angry.

"Did I do something?"

"No." He said again, jaw clenching.

"If you don't tell me, I can't fix it."

Peter stopped writing and began tapping his pencil against his paper, trying to figure out what to say. "...You've been faking it." He said as if the words burned his tongue, gaze fixed on the textbook in front of him.

You sat up on your knees, jaw dropped and eyebrows furrowed. "H-how-?"

"I went to stop by your place last night-"

"Y-you heard." You stuttered out in a small voice, shame seeping into your conscious.

"Yeah I heard." He said bitterly. "Did you really fake it every time?" He finally looked at you.

You gaped at him, torn between telling the truth and lying but the look he gave you told you it would be wisest to tell the truth. "...I did."

The pencil in his hand snapped.

"P-Peter I'm so sorry, I was just so embarrassed-"

"Oh you're embarrassed?" He asked sarcastically. "Imagine how I feel knowing that everytime I slept with my girlfriend I've never been able to make her cum."

"No! Peter it's really not your fault. The last two guys I dated were never able to make me cum either."

"Great, now I'm like those two assholes." He muttered, standing up.

You shot up off the bed, stepping closer to Peter. You placed your hands on his cheeks so he would give you his undivided attention. "Listen to me Peter." You said sternly. "I love you so much and I am sorry I never told you. You are so amazing in every way and if I'm being completely honest...I've never been able to make myself cum eith-"

You were roughly cut off by Peter's lips crashing against yours. Your hands fell to his chest, while one of his gripped your jaw firmly and the other tightly held your hip. "Stop talking." He muttered, his lips going to your neck.

"W-what?" You asked breathlessly.

"I said stop talking." He repeated more firmly this time. He picked you up and tossed you onto the bed, raising a hand to shoot a web at the door to keep it locked in case May came back early.

Peter moved on top of you now, leaning back. "This is how it's gonna go, I'm gonna do whatever it takes to make you cu-"

"But Pete-"

"I'm speaking now."

"S-sorry." You said, biting your lip.

"I'm going to make you cum alright?" He said pulling off his sweater, "And you're going to communicate with me this time to make sure- take off your shirt." You did as he said, taking your bra off too. "To make sure you do cum, and you're not going to fake it okay?"

You nodded profusely.

"Good. Now, you can talk." He said as his hands began undoing your jeans.

"..What if I can't though." You whimpered.

"That's why you're going to talk to me, princess." Peter said gently, voice losing its roughness at seeing how worried you were. He pulled your jeans off your legs. "You're going to tell me exactly what you need, and I'm going to re-learn everything about your body." Peter pulled off your panties next, leaving you completely naked. "...Grab the headboard for a second." He said, an idea coming to mind.

You cocked an eyebrow but did as he said anyway and jumped in surprise when he webbed your hands together.

You turned your head, looking at your hands, before looking back to Peter with a confused expression.

"I want the only thing you focus on to be on what I'm doing." He said, moving down your body so he was situated between your thighs.

He pulled your legs over his shoulders and you struggled to look down at him because of your bound hands. Without warning Peter flattened his tongue going from the bottom of your slit to the top, making you throw your head back into the pillow with a moan.

He did the same thing again only this time his lips latched onto your clit.

"Ahh~ fuck." You hissed.

His mouth worked against you until you were a whimpering mess, your hips beginning to grind against his face desperately, making him bring an arm up to pin you to the bed.

He knew you needed more but he wanted to hear it from you first so he pulled away and muttered. "Start talking princess." Before latching his lips back onto your clit.

"Y-your fingers." You stuttered.

He hummed against you, the vibration sending a wave of pleasure down your spine. Peter brought his free hand to your pussy and slid a finger in easily due to how wet you were.

His tongue worked your clit as he started thrusting and curling a finger into you.

And it felt good, it always felt so good. Which was why it was so goddamn frustrating to feel so much pleasure that went no where, built up to nothing.

But tonight you were as determined to cum as Peter was at making you.

"M-more~" You gasped out. Peter complied sliding a second finger in, his ministrations speeding up and using more force. "Peter~" You moaned. "Don't stop~ f-fuck."

The two of you sat there for god knows how long and Peter was finally starting to understand why you would fake it.

He pulled away, fingers still thrusting into you. "C'mon pretty girl, tell me what you need." You just looked so desperate to cum. Mouth gaping open as you whined and begged, your hips trying to move with him if not for the arm pinning you down, and it was driving Peter crazy. He was so hellbent on getting you to cum that he hadn't even registered how painfully hard he was, his own hips beginning to grind into the mattress for a sense of relief.

"I-I don't know." The words coming out as a frustrated sob, making Peter's heart clench.

That was when he got an idea.

Peter had always been aware of how gentle or rough he was with you, because if he didn't he could seriously hurt you due to his super strength.

But right now he realized that maybe that was just what you needed.

So with new intent, Peter slid a third finger in and started thrusting them into you, curling them to hit your g-spot perfectly. Mouth reattaching to your pussy again, he stimulated you with more force and strength behind every movement than he had ever used before.

And your reaction was immediate.

You practically screamed in pleasure. Body shaking almost violently, as your legs were wrapped tightly behind his back.

Your mind had gone fuzzy, never having felt this much pleasure before. And it was seriously fucking you up.

An unfamiliar knot started forming making you more and more desperate for Peter. And just as you felt you were about to fall over the edge for the first time.

Peter stopped, removing his fingers and mouth.

Your eyes shot wide open. "P-Peter." You sobbed. "Why'd you s-stop."

Peter crawled up your body, thumb wiping away the tears you didn't realize had fallen.

He kissed your lips before saying. "Couple of reasons. First, that's what you get for not telling me about this sooner, and second, I realized that I want to be in you the first time you cum."

You whimpered as he backed away so he could undo his pants. Your eyes raked up and down his lean muscular body, your fingers starting to itch with wanting to touch him.

"Can you dissolve the webs?" You asked.

He paused, looking at you for a second. "..No."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "B-but Peter-" You whined.

"No. I kinda like you like this, and I have a feeling you're going to need to hold onto the headboard because of how hard I'm gonna fuck you."

Your cheeks burned, he was never usually this forward. "Peter!" You spluttered.

He ignored you while he finished undressing himself, getting up to grab a condom before easily finding his spot on top of you again once he finished putting it on. He pressed his lips against yours again in an intoxicating kiss, while he gripped his cock to line up with your entrance and slowly pushed in, making the two of you moan into the kiss.

He pulled back slightly. "I'm not going to go easy on you." He said breathily, lips grazing yours as he spoke. "Think you can handle it?"

"Mhmm," you hummed.

"Good." He said, sitting up as a hand went to your leg to hike your thigh onto his hip, while his other hand started gripping the top of his headboard.

He admired the way you looked with your hands bound as you stared up at him wide eyed.

And without any warning he pulled back and snapped his hips roughly into you. You arched your back as a moan passed through your lips.

Peter kept a fast and rough pace, fucking into you hard. And he had found himself enjoying it much more than he thought he would, not having to hold back and be mindful of his powers.

You had been clearly enjoying yourself too. Your head tossed back in ecstasy while you moaned and whined incoherently, forgetting how to form words. You couldn't think at all, only being able to feel Peter.

The relief you felt when that unfamiliar knot started to form, letting you know that Peter may actually get you to cum, was amazing.

"P-Peter I think I'm gonna-" you cut yourself off with a moan.

"Y-yeah?" He grunted out, picking up more speed. "Then do it pretty girl. Cum." His hand that was on your thigh trailed down to your clit and he started rubbing it in rough circles.

The extra stimulation was what tipped you over.

You came with a loud scream of Peter's name on your lips. And you came hard. The pleasure feeling so unreal that you couldn't believe you had gone this long without ever experiencing it. Your vision turned almost black, seeing stars.

You had cum so hard you hadn't even realized Peter came too, until after you came down from the high.

You were panting, absolutely breathless, feeling Peter's weight on you as he was slumped against you now.

Your body was shaking, and you muttered out. "Holy shit."

You could feel Peter's smile against your shoulder. He pulled out, making you jump at the feeling and he rolled off of you, panting just as hard while the two of you stared at the bottom of the top bunk.

"You're amazing." You muttered again.

Peter laughed, grin widening. "And to think you could've been cumming this whole time if you just told me."

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah I know... I was just embarrassed."

"Don't be."

You hummed. "Can I stay the rest of the night?"

" 'course. I prefer you stay anyway."

"So.. can you dissolve the webs now?"

Peter turned his head to look at you, making you turn to look at him too. He raised an eyebrow. "You didn't think we were actually done, did you?"

You looked at him confused, "W-what?"

His hand ran down to your pussy again, finding your clit, making you jump. "I plan on making up for every time you faked it, by the end of the night."

"B-but what about May? She'll be back soon."

Peter glanced at the time, seeing that it was only 9. "Aunt May goes out with her friends once a month and she never has gotten home before 1 or 2 in the morning. We have time."

You stared at the glint in Peter's eyes, and knew you were utterly screwed. "Oh fuck."

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julies-butterflies · 3 years

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I must admit, sometimes I do feel like a ye olden solider, sending letters to my beloved across the waves during wartime. Oh my dearest Lydia, I hope the kudos and comments crops have been plentiful this season. Your last letter left me weeping. Why must you put poor Reginald through such pain?

(I gotta admit, I still can't believe that I'm talking to you. I've been looking up to your work for so long...it just feels a bit surreal, even now! Glad you like hearing my ramblings! And that you liked my vampire prompt! Did not realize you'd write back when I sent that in. Look at us now, huh?)

(Speaking of prompts, I sent those jukebox and willex ones too. And I loved them both so so much, I shall scream about them more when it is not 2 am because I need sleep)

(Oh and the update of If I Was You!!! Amazing, Stellar, Incredible, Reggie, Carrie, Julie shenanigans is my new favorite thing, DID YOU JUST DOUBLE THE CHAPTER COUNT, and I'm like 90% sure Trevor is in deep trouble with a certain angry jazz ghost. Seriously loving it)

I actually do not remember what it was like to send in 1/5 asks, because I did not get a Tumblr until very reccently! I've always been a nerdy person, but Jatp is my first time being really in a fandom. You gotta do something new in quarantine, right?

Ah yes. Luke and Emily. To me, it just seems obvious that there's so much love between them. Even with all the pain. You get it. You put it down so eloquently.

As for what kind of stories I like to read...it seriously depends on my mood.

I like niche aus, passion projects. Stories where you can just feel the author's love for the world they're inventing. But I tend to lean towards cannonverse. I like ghost stories, it's what drew me to this show in the first place. And I love exploring that concept. (Being forever gone, and always the same...it's just fascinating to me)

Platonic goodness is just WONDERFUL for this show. I will read anything with cuddles. I am touched starved and these kiddos are too, and I will cry about them puppy piling every damn day. Plus there's just some much POTENTIAL for future friendships! I love ones where Flynn and Carrie get to interact with the boys as well. And 90s content, from before and after the orpheum, just hits hard.

I really wasn't expecting to get invested in the couples on this show, but something about them is moving to me. So I do love to read about them. Watching two queer kids who lived during incredibly important areas of queer history find love together after death really hit hard for me, and there's just something so bittersweet about a girl and ghost deciding to love each other for the little time they're given.

I love family dynamics too. Anything with Ray and his seven disaster children, the band and Trevor.... I think Julie and Emily is one of my favorite dynamics to explore. A girl who lost her mother and a mother who lost her son, both grieving but with one able to speak to the dead...it's just very powerful to me.

(And of course, Luke and Emily, but I figured you already knew that)

Mostly...I like seeing the messy stuff. The unexpected consequences, the baggage. I want to see the messy emotions, the grief and anger, the jealously, the disorientation. I look for those glass shards, that might be too sharp to ever be addressed on the show. Not even the big, monumental plot lines just... the harder pieces of life, the little moments that don't fit neatly into a nine episode arc.

I just want to see them live you know? Love, laughter and loss all mixed together.

(One of my all time favorite tropes is "found family gets broken apart by trauma, only to find each other again and come back stronger than ever." I feel like this explains a lot of my taste in fiction)

Thank you for the writing advice. Your words were very motivating. I am trying to begin! I got up the nerve to start working on a little piece. Who knows if it will go anywhere. But it's been nice, to finally put some words on the page.

The POTC au is so freaking good man. The character dynamics are just on FIRE. Everything is broken and messy and the relationships genuinely tug at my heartstrings. It's such a fascinating story. Highly recommend, even with the cliff hangers.

OH HOW COULD I FORGET PAWPRINTER? Man oh man I love all her work. The wheelies art and steals universe is freaking amazing, not an avacado had me in tears (of laughter, till things got surprisingly sad). And All that Remains...slow burn Willex perfection. Jedi Alex and Pilot Willie have my HEART.

I don't think I've read firefall and weneedglitter (or if I have, I'm just not connecting the names to their pieces. I don't always remember author names. it's a problem). I will go look for them though! Cannot wait!

For more recs, I recently binge read We Found Wonderland. I was not mentally prepared for the sheer amount of feelings that gave me. Highly recommend, if you ever want an emotional rollercoaster with an incredibly satisfying end.

Going on to more serious subjects...I'm sorry your family doesn't see your grief for what it is: honest. Better to feel everything quietly, than make it an easily understadnable performance. Fake grief is so easy to spot.

I think of that scene from "Forever," when Buffy breaks down and tells Dawn that she has to keep busy, because if she stops, it means Joyce is really gone. There's a lot of truth there.

On a tangent here but.. there was a very long period in my life when I was told the ways I expressed my emotions were "incorrect". And I found that sometimes, no matter how you show your emotions, you'll always be criticized. Numbness can be called disinterest, but sobbing can be called attention-seeking too. Too big, too small: that jury was impossible to please This may not apply in your situation but...it's okay to feel however you can. It's the only think you can do, really.

As I've said before, Grief is such an odd trickster.

Don't you ever get tired of missing people... This past year, I've been so weary of grief. Sometimes it can be so sharp, but it's that dull ache. That ball and chain, no longer cutting through your skin, but rubbing it raw, weighing you down.

And people don't like to talk about that part, because it's long and tiresome, but oh, is it there. I find it hard to talk about my grief, because sometimes there's just so much of it. I could drown in it, and that fear keeps me from looking to close. To incorrectly quote Jane Austin: "If I missed you a little less, I might be able to talk about it more."

(Sometimes it's faceable. But sometimes you just can't bear it. And that's okay.)

But what you wrote in that eulogy...the love is there. It's in every word you write. I cried reading that section. I feel honored once again to see some of your jagged pieces. You're sharing your heart, and there's just so much love.

In the wise words of an author I know, "Love is like the snow Reggie. It never goes away."

And don't worry, I'm always with you.

Sending Love,

-LydiaStan7845 (aka Vampire Anon)

So...that Reggie and Nicky prompt

my god

my GOD

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

I think it's safe to say congrats, you've officially destroyed me! I was not prepared for that at ALL. I should know better by now I guess.

I can't get over that even though they all take place in very different universe, all your stories just feel so connected! The way this talked about those headphones, which you mentioned in the first chapter of Kill Your Heroes...it's just so cool. All the characterization and backstory is just so well thought out, and it genuinely blows my mind.

I didn't think I could love Nicky Peters more. I was wrong. The way you write about him...even though you never go into exactly what happened to him after Reggie's death, you can just feel how much it's shapped him as a person. And the trauma around his father, and how he fears becoming like that, was just so beautifully written. He's just so lovable and flawed and trying so damn hard and you made my heart ache for him. Again.

You always take these genuinely crazy situations and...you just make them feel so real. I love you explore the strains such a revelation would put on Nicky's own life, it just makes everything so compellingly messy. It seriously feel like I was watching a real-life account of a family trying to deal with such a massive complication.

That porch scene had me in tears both times I read it. Reggie's just always a big brother, even though Nicky is more than twice his age now. My heart was shattered, and then you slowly mended it, piece by piece. And for absolutely no reason at all, you wouldn't happen to have a reference for the porch, would you?

Just wow. Hope you're doing well. Sending love and applause

-Vampire Anon

i’m not even gonna reply, but i want these documented... on my blog... for posterity. ( for any curious onlookers, i’m dating this anon now!! )

#vampire anon my beloved

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x-exo · 3 years

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Hehe but why would I not do such nice things and reblog your amazing creations like ??? I must share, I must show love

Dhkadnsk I felt that xD and then shortly after we got wonho's comeback and I screamed because oh my gosh yesss!! This song is just flippen amazing, I really love that 80's vibe we are getting (it reminds me of songs my parents listen too from that time) and the dancing. I LOVE how just smooth he is dancing, apparently he wanted to appear like water for the dance and he pulled it off. I'm proud for both boys, they put out amazing works of art that has me both dancing and crying in the club

Exo wise, kyungsoo is amazing like you said, the way he is casual about his solo album talk is making me laugh but be excited like I'm curious what style he will go for? Sehun has a movie coming out soon I think (catboy for the win lol) and lastly chanyeol. Welp it seems to be an exo trend where the boys surprise us with something good and then they say "peace out" lol. This makes me laugh a bit, idk I'm weird cx but while I do wish we could have a bit something more from chanyeol (or him address the chaos from a while back) i hope he will do well at the military! It was going to happen soon for him and soon baekhyun so now nor never right?

Yeah I couldn't send an anon :c asks are on but not anon, not sure if it was a glitch on my end. But for mingyu, its getting a bit more chaotic if you have been catching up (I know you said you are taking a break which i support! I will miss seeing you active but take a break for sure! Your happiness and health is important and this news with mingyu is alot. Come back when ready of course! I'll be here and others as well!) But one thing for sure is pledis DID their job and put out an announcement! They confirmed one of the accusations to be false, they are working on getting things more cleared up and in the meantime mingyu is on a hiatus. Its a good step and I'm guessing for the more series stuff they are getting evidence and talking with everyone they can and put it out like starship did for kihyun. As a mingyu stan I'm happy one part is cleared up BUT this isn't far from being fixed which is what I'm seeing many fans say "oh we should have believed him in the first place" and I am sitting her confused because like no, it isn't? We don't know any of these idols, they are meant to just entertain us with music really as you said. They still need to clear up the first set of comments so I'm happy things are being done, its far from being finished so I'm staying in the middle still. All I know is there's the issue with mistranslations that also are causing problems

Ok i wrote alot I'm so sorry dnakdba but I hope you're doing good!! I may hope off on anon sometime in the future! Dont wanna bother you with shoving myself into your dms lol. Ps fudge kakao m as well

sorry again for taking ages to answer 😔😔 i’ve been away from here for a while but omg thank you again for being so nice :’)

I’ve been OBSESSED but like OBSESSED with Wonho’s Devil OMG it’s literally one of the best songs that have been released in the last few years HIS MIND ??????? i love it so much wow also CHANGKYUN all his songs are so good and mysterious and sexc and so him i love them so much (all the content i’ve been getting from him these past months... chef’s kiss!!)

Chanyeol is finally in war and Baekhyun is leaving next month! I’m happy they can take a break and focus on other things other than being idols tbh and they’ve prepared things for when they’re away! I’m really looking forward to every 27th of every month omg pcy and his big ass brain! i wonder what’s he prepared! also he’s got a station coming out tomorrow which i’m v excited about (even though sm for some reason won’t give him his well deserved solo but that’s to discuss another day smh...) ALSO DID YOU SEE OBSESSION XIÜMIN???? MY GOD the concept was tailored for him omg i’m so glad he knew we wanted him in there and he delivered!!!!

As for the mingyu thing...things have been kind of “cleared” out now but i feel weird still idk i’m still waiting for him to say something on the matter tbh idk if it’s ever gonna happen but..yeah but at the same time i miss seventeen and gose so much i hope they come back soon

BUT...

HOSHI

HOSHI!!!!!! omg hoshi ???????? i’m in love with spider and the mv and the concept it suits him so well AND THE CHOREO???? i can’t wait for studio choom and to see him perform it live on music shows (i think he’s going to attend a couple???) he looks so good and seems so happy to be releasing his music! nd also the seventeens hyping him up at any given chance??? we love to see it!

but anyways i hope you’re doing well too! and hope out of anon whenever you want to ☺️ also we got the songs back!!! yessss but still fuk kakao m for being petty

#ask

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unwilling-survivor · 4 years

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► From Elrin - "Well well well... you know, I've always had a fondness for human playthings, especially pretty ones with hair that's easy to pull. And I'd /love/ to see your face go red as you choke and drool all over my cock. And I know how much you'd love that. So don't be shy- lick, slobber, choke. Just don't disappoint. Maybe if it's enough I'll wreck you afterwards too. Just be careful though.. I'm known for biting~."

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

((Assuming this is NOT in the same instance as the other anon 😅)) (obvious warning for sexual content)

Why is it that these... um...

Sam’s momentary annoyance at the frequency of sexual favors in anonymous asks is forcibly removed from her mind at the very not anonymous demonic figure before her. Eyes go wide for a second and she freezes, gaze moving up... and up... feeling the heat spreading over her chest, her neck, to her cheeks and ears, as he speaks.

You’re really not going to shake this slut label if you’re dropping to your knees for anything vaguely cock-shaped.

That’s not really fair. She’s quiet with most of the survivors; her tastes are private, for the most part. Her response to touch is just... different.

...To the point that it usually takes someone not caring about her physical boundaries to get away with touching her. Which - at least, here - is usually people who want to kill her. And then - for some godforsaken reason - they seem to prefer to take advantage of her absolutely backwards reactions to that touch. And... well... Okay, maybe she’s not exactly discouraging it. She’d rather get fucked than killed, that’s all.

In terms of her face going red, she’s already about halfway there, blushing a furious pink and really really really trying not to give away just how much his words went straight to her core. Her mind picked up on those key words, granting her a series of thoughts that should really stay private.

And they will. Maybe. Hopefully.

Despite the blush, she’s frowning. “You know I’m—” She’s got her usual annoyed tone down, at least, even if it’s maybe a little higher than it needs to be. Just a little strained. “I’m not some kind of hooker, you know.”

Just a slut.

Oh jesus— shut up. Bad thoughts. Bad.

She only manages to glare at him for a second before having to avert her eyes. He’s so fucking tall, she’s gonna strain her neck just from looking.

Her attraction to the demon is always a little weird. Any creature that verges beyond her understanding of humans elicits a knee-jerk what the fuck reaction on her part. She’s getting better with it, the longer she’s in this place, but it’s still the first thought she gets, seeing the eyes, the horns, all of that. She always feels just a little weird for her curiosities.

...Oh shit, wait, now she’s curious if— ...Well... Not to be indelicate, but... what that dick do. Or, at the very least, what that dick look like, cause what with the general aesthetic differences... And the size? Holy shit, forget choking; could she even get her mouth around it?

Her eyes snap back up to his once she realizes where she’s been looking, and then immediately she’s looking away again, this time off to the side instead of just... down. Barely down. She’s practically eye level— if anything that’s a good excuse; what kind of horrible posture would she need to be in to even comfortably go down on the guy?

...Fine, okay? She’s tempted. A bit. Or a lot. But there's— It's about the principle of the thing! She shouldn’t just get on all fours for anyone who asks.

1) Didn’t ask. Commanded. You said you’d obey, so if you’re talking about ‘the principle of the thing...’

And 2) No one said anything about all fours. That’s all you. That’s all you and your curiosity over getting dicked down by a demon and how fucking great it could be. Besides, you’d probably have to ride him instead of doggy. Just... a living cocksleeve, really. A nice soft fuck toy.

Oh god.

...Internal arguments rarely settle her dilemmas.

So... sure, maybe she’s got butterflies over the idea of getting ‘wrecked’ by the demon. Maybe her mouth is watering, sure. Maybe she can feel that tightness low in her gut that makes her press her thighs together distractedly, a continuous reel of absolute debauchery playing in her head.

But that’s her business.

“I— hnng-” Sam’s cheeks stain red at the unintended noise caught in her throat as she tries to defend herself. Immediately, her lips close, arms crossed awkwardly over her chest as she shifts nervously from foot to foot, irritable.

She did say she’d obey, though. She can do it and not feel guilty for it. But it’s hard to accept the idea that whoring herself out a bit is... vaguely acceptable. In this particular instance.

She flexes an ankle, knees pressed tight together as she chews on her lip. “...Fine,” she mumbles, eyes straying back to the demon in front of her. Or, at least, to his body. She can’t quite bring herself to look him in the eyes. He’d probably read her like a book, and her, erm, adventurous nature isn’t exactly something she likes to acknowledge (sober, at least). Can’t hide the curiosity she gets staring at him, though. Her tongue sweeps along her lips absently, a sort of nervous tell.

#brutal-beast-and-bound #ask-the-bound #rated M for mori #samswers is a pun and i'm not proud of it #missing reel #nsft #smut starter? xD

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paperbagpetrichor · 4 years

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Aaah I'm sorry, I'm not sure how far you're into jjba. Only if it's okay with you, would it be okay to request Josuke and a fem s/o hanging out outside until it starts to rain? btw your writing is amazing! 💜 😭

[ You’re all good! I’m in the process of finishing DIU and love it ahh <3 Josuke is precious. Thank you for requesting and being so kind and considerate! I swear, I have the best anons, you’re all so sweet and caring and ohmygoodness?? I don’t deserve that love but I cherish it nonetheless ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ) ]

The bright sunlight of the day seemed a bit out of place. Not to say Morioh wasn’t usually a nice place - quite the opposite, in fact. Almost every day you awoke to rays of illumination filtering through your curtains, warming your sleep-ridden body as you stretched and grabbed your caffeinated drink of choice for the day, heading out for school and always someone winding up alert even when you hadn’t finished your coffee or tea. Luminescence was enough of a wake-up call, and even if the warmth was enough to comfort you, it wasn’t exactly putting you to sleep any time soon.

Except for last week.

Of course, why wouldn’t last week have made you incredibly tired? When did finals ever make someone feel rejuvenated? Right, never. After a draining period of nothing but homework atop assignments and projects atop tests, a full year’s load of work piled upon one final exam with questions ranging from day one to the night before scattered haphazardly throughout page after page of the assessment packets, bubbling answer after answer only to erase or curse yourself as graphite clung to the edge of your hand, painting the entire answer document an unpleasant swath of gray, you could barely drag your body to the park. Not even the gorgeous morning could restore the liveliness to your eyes.

Not to say that nothing could, however, because as you yawned and closed your eyes for a moment you opened them at the exact moment your feet were lifted off the ground, strong arms embracing you in a tight hug and practically crushing your body between them, eliciting a smile and a laugh from the both of you as you returned his gesture of affection. After awhile of peaceful silence laced itself between the two of you, still melded into one, you managed to tease, “You’re going to suffocate me, Josuke.”

He gave you a snort before setting you down, looking you over for the first time since you’d arrived. So overwhelmed at seeing you again after almost three weeks of physical separation and only sparse phone calls here and there, with both of you preparing for exams, he’d hardly wasted a moment to take you in before hugging the life out of you just to feel you, to know you were really there, and that he was, too, beside you once again after what seemed like decades. Bags had sprouted beneath your eyes, and your skin was paler than usual, but somehow you still managed a smile. Your presence would always bring a grin to his face, and even in your stressed state you were just as beautiful as the day he’d met you. He took your hand in his and guided you to one of the multitudes of park benches, sitting down beside you before shaking his head and blinking. Still expecting you to disappear the moment he opened his eyes, much to his joy, he found you, still there, smiling up at him. “You look like you could use a rest,” he thought aloud, tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. “I could’ve just dropped by your place, you didn’t have to come all the way here…”

“‘All the way here’ is two blocks,” you giggled, playfully flicking his pompadour. If you were anyone else, he probably would’ve killed you on the spot. But you weren’t ‘anyone else,’ you were [y/n] [l/n], the girl who somehow took the time out of her schedule to defend his most prized possession (besides you, of course): his hair. You thought it was unique, to say the least. It fit him. Just the right amount of craziness coupled with the attempted calmness he tried to keep around you: practically his personality, physically manifested. “Though I have to say that needing a rest is an understatement. Feels like I could sleep for years.”

“I know the feeling,” he chuckled, resting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you to him, gently and wordlessly easing your head onto his chest for comfort, his body like a big, strong pillow against your fatigued body. “But that’s what we’ve got break for.” With a pause, he suddenly opened his mouth to speak once again the moment he saw the same action reflected across your face, both accompanied by a look of concern, albeit for different reasons. “And before you even think about it, you did fine, [y/n]. I know you did.” Much to his relief, he felt you relax, even if only slightly, against him, sighing away whatever feeble protests you had to offer.

You closed your eyes for a moment. His faith in you was unshakable, and sometimes it felt like an excess of stupid stubbornness, but at that time you couldn’t have been more grateful for it. If all that work had resulted in nothing...no, you couldn’t think like that. Not when he was so sure of you. Not when he cared enough to reassure you. “Thank you. Same goes for you.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” he replied with a small, muted snort.

Rolling your eyes, you tilted your head back to face him, taking his hand in yours and giving it a comforting squeeze. “Oh, please,” you began, “I know you worked just as hard as anyone else. I believe in you - I know you did fine, too.”

Ah, jeez. What would he do without you? As much as he tried to remain himself externally, if only as a reassurance to you, he was still a bit shaken from the weeks himself. Finals would take a toll on anyone, he supposed, but he hadn’t really thought much of it until he’d gone through them himself. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t the slightest bit nervous. But your words were like honey, dripping with sentiment and coating him in confidence, and that statement - I believe in you - was enough to send his heart racing.

“So, we both get some sleep, because we both need it -” Josuke’s eyes widened, since when were you telepathic? “- don’t even try to hide it, I know you too well. Besides, I’d be more concerned if you weren’t tired.” The two of you let out a soft laugh, sounding off a gentle melody of tranquility that you both needed more than you knew before you continued, “And then we start break. Any plans yet?”

You felt him shrug against you. “Nothing much, but I’ve got one thing I definitely want to do,” he replied nonchalantly.

“Which is?”

“Spend it all with you.”

You broke out into a mess of laughter. “Oh my god, you’re so cheesy,” you managed between wheezes, taking the moment once you’d gotten enough air back into you to steal a kiss, sealing the deal. “But I’ve gotta say, I love it. And you.”

“Who’s the cheesy one now?” he chuckled, running a hand through your hair. You stuck your tongue out like a young child after losing an argument, ultimately throwing your head back with defeat against his chest, allowing him to take the win for whatever it was worth. It sounded lovely. Really and truly, it did. There wasn’t anything more you could’ve wanted to do during your break than catch up on all the time you’d missed with your boyfriend.

It honestly didn’t matter whatever the two of you did, as long as you were together. A soft “It’s so good to see you again” escaped from your lips, but you didn’t try to hide it, leaning into him even more and savoring his touch.

He felt you surrender against him, and after he repeated the words back to you with equal truthfulness, he fell quiet, enjoying the serene blanket that had fallen atop the both of you after an insane week of work and woe. It was exactly what the two of you needed. Enjoying another’s company in silence was sometimes all it took, and thus it was precisely what the two of you did. Every now and then you’d reposition yourself, taking his hand or giving him a gentle hug, and he’d offer the same, holding you closer and helping you both find the most pleasant positions, no longer two separate individuals but a unit of soft hearts and loving eyes.

A few dark clouds had begun to roll in, but neither of you paid them much attention. The darkening of the sky only let you unwind further, and as Josuke rested his head atop yours, the same was evident for him. It wasn’t sleep, but it was something better, more calming: feeling one another against yourselves, worries fleeting with your touch and a steady lull hanging around you. It didn’t take much more than a few minutes for that to change, however. Just as you had begun to nod off in the comfort of your boyfriend’s arms, something cold and wet hit your forehead.

Your eyes snapped open just as Josuke brought you to your feet, the both of you realizing the sudden rainfall at the same time, stunned into stillness as the gentle pitter-patter began to turn into a torrential downpour. With a start as you regained control of your body you reached in your purse for your umbrella. You came up empty-handed. “Ah, crap, I left my umbrella at home,” you muttered to yourself bitterly, only to feel something soft and warm being draped across your head and shoulders like a makeshift hoodie. With a glance up you found Josuke, who had taken your hand in his and begun to guide you out to the exit of the park, confusion rising in your throat as you realized he wasn’t wearing his jacket - oh.

So that’s what that was. Despite it you felt yourself sink into its comfortable softness, pulling it down over you as best a makeshift shield against the torrents as you could, following his footsteps but nevertheless calling out, “Hey, you’re gonna catch a cold -”

“- ‘All the way here’ is two blocks,” he retorted, casting a glance over his shoulder and shooting you a smile with a wink that was enough to melt your heart regardless of your concern and begrudgingly letting him continue, “I’ll be fine.”

You kept pace with him, and sure enough, faster than you expected, the two of you found yourselves on your front porch as you frantically unlocked the door, practically shoving Josuke inside as you followed, shutting the door behind you and draining out the sloshing of the rain. You were both breathless, but nevertheless, as you offered his coat back to him, you couldn’t help but smile. “Well, that’s one way to start break.”

“Wouldn’t change it for the world. Except, you know, the sudden torrential downpour part.”

#fanfic #fanfiction #jjba #jojo's bizzare adventure x reader #jojo’s bizzare adventure #jjba x reader #jojo part 4 #jojo diamond is unbreakable #diamond is unbreakable #josuke higashitaka #josuke #higashitaka #jjba oneshot #jjba scenarios #jjba headcanon #oneshot

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girls-scenarios · 5 years

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if i'm not too late could i request list three prompt 6 + list two prompt 62 with Kang Hyewon please

IZ*ONE’s Hyewon / Halloween Prompts

6. a ghost is attached to an object. the current owner of the object moves to a new house. the new house is haunted by another ghost, and they now need t learn to live with the situation + 62. “Humans are idiots.”

Admin Kiwi

A/N: I hope this is kind of what you had in mind, anon!

You’d never asked to be attached to a dresser. In fact, you weren’t even sure why your spirit had latched onto the old thing and refused to let it go. The least it could have done was latch onto your TV or something. But no, you were stuck with an ugly old dresser that you’d hardly even used during your life, enduring an endless cycle of garage sells and paint jobs. It was a tragedy, really.

And just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, the person owning the dresser decided to move and lug you along with them to some creepy old house that they wanted to “fix it up” or something, leaving you with an unwanted roommate. At least before you’d had the whole house to yourself. Now it was getting crowded.

“Who are you?” The other ghost stood in the doorway, her arms crossed, looking at you with a bored expression. She was wearing modern-ish clothing, meaning she’d died more recently than some of the other ghosts you’d encountered. But she looked just about as thrilled about a roommate as you were.

“(Y/N),” you said, for a lack of anything else to say, sitting on (or really, floating above) the dresser and crossing your own ghostly arms in return.

“I didn’t realize humans came with their own ghosts these days.”

“They don’t. This one just had the unfortunate luck of picking out this dresser.” You patted the surface. Or at least, tried to. Your hand just kind of went through it, but it got your point across. “We’re a package deal.”

“You’re attached to a dresser?” She wrinkled her nose. “Lame.”

“Not all of us are lucky to get an entire house when we die.”

“Okay, I guess.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t really care that you’re here, but stay away from the kitchen. That’s my area.”

“Why the kitchen?”

“I like food.”

“Ghosts can’t eat.”

“Yeah, but I can possess humans when they eat.”

“That’s….” You shivered. “That’s so scary! Do they not notice?”

“None of them ever had. Don’t give them so much credit.”

“Weren’t you a human once? We both were.”

“True, but I’ll admit that I was a dumb human. I didn’t believe in ghosts. Now look at me.”

“Good point.”

“Mhm. Cool chat. I’m gonna go now though.” And with that, she walked through the wall and disappeared, leaving you to sigh behind her. She was going to be a pain to live with, wasn’t she.

Eventually, you got used to the new house. You couldn’t go too far from the dresser, but the house was small enough that you could explore it in its entirety. Other than the kitchen, of course. That wasn’t your area to be in, although you did learn more about the other ghost. Her name was Hyewon, and she’d died after choking on a piece of bread, only to get attached to the house. The kitchen, specifically. It was a little weird, but you were attached to a dresser for no reason at all, so you didn’t question it.

The middle ground the two of you decided on was the stairs. The two of you would hang out there, talking because there wasn’t much else ghosts could do. Although sometimes Hyewon would be able to turn on the TV if she focused really hard. Since it was her house, she was able to do more inside. You, on the other hand, could only knock things off your dresser like some sort of ghost cat. It was fine, though, you’d gotten used to it.

At some point, the human (you were pretty sure her name was Yena) had started to notice weird things around the house. She would make a bunch of noise whenever she came down or came home to see the TV on, and whenever you accidentally (or on purpose, don’t judge, being a ghost is boring) knocked her things off the dresser, she’d suck in air through her teeth and look around with big, wide eyes. Yena had also noticed the two cold spots on the stairs and would shiver whenever she walked through the two of you, shaking her head. Whenever she had friends over, she’d swear up and down that the house was haunted. Her friends, of course, just laughed her off.

It was entertaining to watch, although sometimes at night she’d sense you near the dresser and would sit straight up in bed and stare, scaring you just as much as you were probably scaring her.

“She’s the best one yet,” Hyewon said one day after turning on the TV just to hear Yena make a fuss. You rolled your eyes.

“You’re evil.”

“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it too.” She grinned, and you couldn’t deny it, so you just shrugged. She was a bad influence.

As much as you’d disliked Hyewon when you’d first met your forced roommate, you now had to admit that she was your friend. It got lonely, being a ghost. You couldn’t really have conversations with living people, so having another ghost around, as weird as it was, made things interesting again. It was also nice being able to touch someone again. Hyewon was a little weird and her face always looked a little… judge-y, but she was fun to be around, and you found yourself spending a lot of time with her. Enough that you had invited her into your space, the bedroom, and she’d allowed you into the kitchen. You still refused to possess poor Yena, though, no matter how bored you got.

One day, the two of you sat on the stairs, watching as Yena told some of her friends (their names seemed to be Eunbi, Chaewon, and Yuri) about the recent strange occurrences in the house. Hyewon had figured out how to take things off hangers, and that was her new favorite thing to do. Yena was going a little crazy, and it was amusing.

“I’m telling you, something keeps taking all of my hoodies off my hangers and throwing them on the floor!”

Usually, all of her friends would just roll their eyes. But Yuri (who you’d found out wasn’t just a friend the first time she spent the night) stuck up for her. “I thought she was just making it all up too, but I saw the coat off the hanger myself. Plus, the other day I was walking upstairs and I felt the two cold spots.”

“See? I’m not crazy!”

“So does that mean you have two ghosts?” Eunbi asked, raising her eyebrows. “You know I don’t believe that stuff.”

“You guys need to stop watching so many scary movies, seriously,” Chaewon said. “You’re being paranoid.”

Hyewon, after watching for a little while, turned to look at you. “See, I told you. Humans are stupid.”

“I guess you’re right. It’s kind of obvious that we’re here. Especially with you around.”

She huffed and elbowed you. “Like you don’t knock things off that dresser of yours all the time.”

“I’ve been influenced by you.”

“Oh, whatever.” She stood up from her seat on the stairs and clapped her hands together. “I think we should show these stupid humans what’s up?”

“What do you have in mind?” Before, you would have never agreed. Now, you were more than happy to help with whatever scheme she had in mind.

“I’m gonna turn on the TV.”

“Now?”

“Yep. The next time she says something about it, I’m going to turn it on. You’ve been practicing to see if you can knock things off other surfaces, right?”

“Well, yeah, but I’m not sure-.”

“Knock off Eunbi’s water. Sitting there on the coffee table. Whenever you can. It’ll be great.” With that, she walked over to the TV. After a minute of contemplation, you stood up and walked over to the coffee table, mustering all your strength. It took a lot of energy to interact with human objects, so you’d have to focus.

The TV came to life, interrupting the conversation and making all four girls jump. Their eyes widened, and Yena pointed at the TV. “See? I told you guys!”

“Maybe you just have faulty wiring or something,” Eunbi said, and you took that as your sign. Quickly, you knocked the glass over, sending water splashing over the woman and all over the floor. All four girls yelped, jumping to their feet, and Yena let out a whimper.

“Do you believe me now?”

“This is crazy….”

“I think your ghosts are playing with you, Yena,” Chaewon said, putting a hand on the other girl’s shoulder as she shook her head. “Maybe this is what you get for being a prankster all those years.”

“Hey, don’t blame this on me! I can’t move out of this place either, I’d go totally into debt! What am I going to do?”

“Call the ghost busters?”

“Or a TV show! You can get famous!”

“I don’t wanna be famous, I want to live ghost-free!”

Snickering, Hyewon met you back at the stairs, giving you a high-five. “You did great back there. I think we make a good team.”

You grinned, thinking back to the time you’d met her. You hadn’t asked for a roommate, and you certainly hadn’t wanted one. But if you had to get a ghost roommate, you were glad it was her. She made even being attached to a dumb dresser fun. “Yeah. Yeah, I think we do.”

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hELLO my beautiful! i'm gonna try and become a familiar face for u (like i did with johobi because i lOVE SUPPORTIN PPL WHO DESERVE IT). i was working when u got that message on anon saying all those mean things. i want to tell u smth: i haven't been following u for long BUT from what i've seen in ur writing u make errors just like everyone else and that's PERFECTLY okay. listen girl i send long messages and write fics/post them without proofreading. i promise u your writing is SO GOOD and (1/2)

JUST because U MAKE A FEW ERRORS doesn't make u a bad writer. ur plots are so fucking fantastic and the effort you put into your blog AND writing is OUTSTANDING. you definitely didn't deserve anything that anon said to you. people go on anon to trash people because they don't mean anything they're saying. when i think of anon hate, i think of it as people talking shit. technically yes, they are saying it to you're "face" (if that makes sense?? like u know about it) BUT what u don't know is (2/?)

who's saying it. if anyone is jealous, it's them. a common issue with people who have nothing but insults in a fight (one sided or not) is that they're jealous and acting malicious for no absolute reason. they're the one who's really jealous, NOT you. also: not sure where ur from, but not having a job? at ur age? that's fine! i'm from new york and if u don't know new york is v v (over)populated and we're limited on jobs. jobs in the us, in general, are hard to find. if anyone controls how ur (3/?)

living ur life, it best be you and nobody else. if that anon's gonna shame u for not having a job, then they're also low key shaming the many other people who don't have a job, no matter what the reason, including (BUT NOT LIMITED TO): house-wife's, teenagers who are in school, college students only focusing on college, homeless ppl who can't find jobs, etc. THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH NOT HAVING A JOB IF ITS A CHOICE FOR U. I need a job because my parents won't pay for my shit. but not (4/?)

everyone has a family like that u know? i don't know anything about u other than how talented u are. because, personally, ur life isn't my business (noah fence). ur family, ur working career, school life, etc isn't my business. why do i need to worry about it? SAME GOES TO THAT ANON. THAT ANON SHOULDN'T ATTACK YOU FOR ANYTHING. ITS NOT THEIR CIRCUS, ITS NOT THEIR MONKEYS. SO IF ITS NOT EFFECTING THEM, ITS NOT THEIR BUSINESS. this was 5 WHOLE ASKS IM SORRY KMAO anyways have a gREAT day ilysm

oh my god what a lovely and long message from an equally as lovely human- I’ll try to respond in kind but I don't know how far I’ll get. errors are something that I've always had to work with as a writer. I used to check over pieces like 5 or six times before I published them, eventually, I just got tired enough that I started to only edit my work like 3 times. I'm at peace with it now, but it still hurts a little bit every time someone asks me “is English your first language?”

what i found the most startling (and admittedly a little hilarious) about the whole thing is it seemed like 2 people where messaging me at one point (one being rude and one being hateful) and the hateful one came off anon and I told them very politely after they apologized that I was going to block them.

AND I GOT LIKE NO MORE MESSAGES FOR THE WHOLE DAY FROM EITHER OF THE TWO SPEAKERS, and then all of a sudden they both start messaging me again on anon- one of them calling me a fat cow repeatedly and then the other supposedly innocent speaker saying that if they got anymore anon hate it wasn't from them. like do you think I’m dumb? I know its only one person- and you saying it’s not you aren’t going to make me unblock your mildly successful blog so that you don't have to switch if you wanna read the rest of my stories.

I do actually live in new york! and everything's true about what you’re saying and another thing is that like everything is mad far apart- like I have to drive 30 minutes to the nearest grocery store and 40 to the nearest mall. If I was gonna get a job somewhere- it would require me having a car as getting my mom(single parent) to drive me would mean she has to drive me in with her at like 5 am. And places around here aren’t the safest- a girl just got abducted and killed and dumped right next to where my mom works, and a few weeks ago a different girl almost got carjacked at gunpoint.

I share my life with you guys because honestly, I think the amount of drama in my life is kind of funny sometimes? and if anyone doesn't like my drama then honestly unfollow me it only happens like once every month so you can live with it in and around your regularly scheduled kpop stuff. ilysm too S.J

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