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gay-dorito-dust · 11 months

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hobie brown (spider-punk!!) is giving me severe brain rot, i love him sm 😭

if you ever decide to write for him, could you do some relationship hcs??

ty ^^

Not sure wether this is what you wanted but I hope it was worth it.

Music from the heart:

One of the most obvious ones is that Hobie would have a plethora of songs about you, it’s fucking adorable and so sweet, and so he would play them for you within the comfort of your room because where else would you rather be serenaded?

If anything it makes the moment more special and memorable for the both of you as something you can look back on with fondness.

Though you probably try teasing him one day by asking how many more songs of you he had in the works and Hobie would either say ‘too many to count.’ Or ‘a whole albums worth.’ He’s not going to hide the fact that he’s got notebook after notebook filled with song lyrics dedicated to you.

Pda though not quite:

Hobie isn’t the type to heavily involve himself in PDA but isn’t against the likes of:

holding hands.

his hand being placed on the small of your back when guiding you somewhere else.

the classic arm over the shoulder.

Thigh holding

His/ your head resting on each others shoulders and or laps.

Guitar pick:

This one came to my head out of the blue but I’m gonna add it here even though I’m not too certain but here it is anyway:

if Hobie uses guitar picks to play his guitar -which he probs doesn’t but idk- I’d like to think he’d make you a guitar pick necklace from one of his old picks.

Sure he hates gifts and such but this is the sole expectation alongside any and all handcrafted jewellery you may give him because he wears that shit with pride.

Terms of endearment:

Love

Darling

Sweetheart

Impromptu sleepovers:

Hobie crashes at your place more often then not to the point he might as well be living with you in regards of how often he leaves something of his at yours, so much so you’ve begun to wonder if he was doing it intentionally or accidentally.

Either way you made sure that his stay was comfortable by having a makeshift bed set up for him so he didn’t have to constantly sleep on the uncomfortable couch and wake up with a crooked neck.

Hobie appreciates all that you do for him but would often tell you it’s not necessary but you weren’t about to get into a discussion about whether or not he was deserving of help because the answer was obvious and that answer would always and forever will be; yes.

Also he’s a bit of a cuddle bug but only with you but that’s your little secrete.

Date nights:

Most, if not all of your dates are either just the pair of you being your natural selves in the comfort of your own home where’d you would talk about anything and everything that came to your mind, free of judgment.

showing Hobie your undying love and support by showing up to his gigs and scream the loudest because he is talented as shit and deserves a lot more in your eyes.

Either way as long as you were within each others company, anywhere you both went could be considered a date.

Spidey business:

Now this is all dependant on wether or not you know he’s Spider-Man:

If you did then you’d probably would help him patch up his wounds after every fight he had

If you weren’t due to Hobie wanting nothing more then to keep you and that life as far from each other as possible, you’d most definitely would be concerned when you see him with any sustained injuries he tried patching up himself.

No matter how hard you try to get him to tell you what’s wrong, Hobie would just tell you it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle.

Meeting his friends/ Bragging rights:

Before introducing you to the likes of Pavitr, Miles and Gwen(if you haven’t already met her), it’s almost an 100% guarantee that he brags about you anyway he knows how which only intrigues them more and more to the point they’re just pleading with Hobie to introduce his cool, kickass partner to them.

So when he does, the three are practically hounding you about your relationship with Hobie and when you looked back at him for help in wrangling in his over excited friends, the little shit merely smirks and shrugs his shoulders as though he had no idea they’d react like this, all the while leaning on the wall with his arms crossed over his chest; happy to see all his favourite people he cares about a lot interacting with one another to the point that by the end of the day you’re very good friends with each of them.

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your-nanas-house · 2 months

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Soooo I was thinking Cillian X Fan! reader. He takes advantage of the fact that reader admires him sm and uses her for his pleasure…

I'm so so sorry, it took me so long but I was really really smitten with this idea! 🙇🏼‍♀️

Out with the dog

◇ Pairing: Dark!Cillian Murphy X younger fan!Reader

◇ Warnings: SMUT, Cilly is a perv and bit dark, DUBCON, manipulation, bit mean Cilly (?), oblivious fem reader, fluff, frustration and stress.

◇ Summary: Cillian has company during his daily walk with his dog, Scout.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. I didn't proof read it... I mean I don't re-read my works normally but I just wanted to point it out this time in case I wrote some shit. Enjoy!!! Also thank you @kiss-me-cill-me for your advices and motivation! 🫶🏻

It wasn't at all what he was expecting when he left the house just to take the family dog for a walk.

The twisted thoughts and stress that had been troubling him all day had become even more insistent with the cool Dublin air and the fall of evening. His mind was really elsewhere when a soft and shy voice interrupted his trail of thoughts, making him realize that he was standing in the same spot, staring at nothing, since a while now.

"Excuse me, sir. I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to bother you but... I'm a huge fan of your work and—" the voice cracked softly, the younger girl that was standing in front of him looked quite nervous and shy which made him smile slightly.

"I-I-I... sorry, I shouldn't have interrupted you" she quickly apologized, her body telling him that she was going to just walk quickly off... too ashamed of the interaction to actually look him in the eyes again.

"Don't worry..." Cillian started, waiting for her name as he removed his sunglasses, flattering his eyes softly when the dim light hit him. She was very pretty and at least 10 years younger than him for sure, he thought while taking her in.

"Y/n!... Y/n" the young woman revealed nervously, her hands shaking awkwardly, a thing that Cillian noticed immediately and that made him smile a little as soon as she tried to hide it by grabbing into her bag... both hands holding the strap making his breath get bit heavier.

He sure was stressed and frustrated, he thought as his eyes remained on her smaller hands as they moved slightly while she talked... up and down, up and down.

Gosh, he really would have loved to have them wrapped around his cock like that, he was certain that those tiny pretty hands weren't that innocent for sure.

"Beautiful name" he commented with a tiny smile in an attempt to distract himself by his pervy intrusive thoughts. He really didn't need to deal with an article of some random magazine commenting on him walking around Dublin with a noticeable hard-on after talking with a younger woman.

She sure was a pretty thing though, from her hair to her eyes down to her breasts and— he needed to keep hold on himself. What gotten into him? He never objectified a woman like that... it wasn't like him.

He needed to keep going with his walk, clear his mind, regain back the control he usually had and—

"I was actually hoping for a bit of company... would you like to walk with me?... and my dog" the proposal slipped out of the older man unconsciously, as his gaze darkened slowly, his body reacting almost animalisticly... like a hungry predator ready to eat his prey.

Fuck, he cursed in his head, looking away as he waited for a reply from her... a poor way to distract himself from her innocent presence. Poor because the wind was apparently against him as well that evening... blowing her sweet scent towards him so that his nostrils could take her even more in.

The Irishman really hoped silently for her rejection peppered with some tender excuse that could have been true or could have been false... he didn't care much.

But of course, things hadn't been going the way he'd hoped all day so why be surprised when he got a shy yes instead of an embarrassed no.

He couldn't complain though, after the stressful week he had... bit of female company could have been the cure, maybe he was able to do some kind of conversation and focus his mind elsewhere and not on her body... but rather on her brain.

...

The soft breeze started to hit them harder, the walk was going well and the small talk was pretty enjoyable, they talked about lots... changing from deep to light, from silly to serious, from sad to happy.

Cillian was really enjoying her presence, her mature thoughts and her friendly personality. His stress and tension could have flown away if it was for her.... moving lips.

Soft looking, pinkish due to the lipstick she had on and very kissable... the actor could clearly imagine them wrapped around his cock. Wetting it all with her warm mouth as her lips would have painted his bases of that pink— pink, he repeated in his head as his Adam's apple bobbed. He needed to change topic quickly and stop focusing on her goddamn lips.

"What do you think of Barbenheimer?" The Irishman asked, slapping himself mentally for the question.

Just keep walking, Cillian, focus on walking... don't look at her... and her pretty blouse that was getting opened by the wind, exposing bit more of her neckline as it moved the fabric of her shirt as well. Damn wind.

He had reached a point where he couldn't even focus on her speaking, the feeling of being on the edge was getting harder as time passed... he was sure that a little push would have made him completely loose his rational thoughts. And then that's when Scout, his dog, decided to just sprint to reach something... making him loose the lazy grip he had on the leash and make the young woman run after him.

Cillian went quickly after them, his mind trying to stay in focus as he saw her skirt rise up at every bounce she did to snatch the leash for him before anything bad could happen. He was quite sure now that she was hiding a pretty revealing underwear under that modest outfit she was wearing.

"There you go, good boy" her soft voice praised as she kneeled down to pet the dog and take the leash, too busy snuggling with him to notice Cillian's gaze on her bouncing breasts.

She wasn't wearing a bra, he cursed under his breath again, his body too warm because of the jogging, his heart drumming harder against his chest as he tried to calm down and focusing on his breathing... and not her heavy.. panting and sexy one.

When the young woman stood back up and brushed her smaller hand against his to give him the leash... Cillian's self-control reached the end

"Thank you" he murmured in a more low tone as his body started to react at his impulses.

By the way her eyes kept shining as she looked at him, he knew that with a bit of pressure he could have made her do whatever he wanted... but was it really what he wanted? He pondered as his feet made him change the route he normally took when out with Scout, leading the oblivious young woman in a dark alley.

"I agree, things are pretty different nowadays" the older actor commented as he mentioned the conversation they were having, his heart beating even faster as he thought quickly of a plan.

Was he really going to take advantage of that kind fan of him? Was he really that desperate and frustrated?

Questions kept filling his head as his eyes remained on the wet street, lost in thoughts

"Do you do this path every day?" Y/n's voice interrupted the silence, making his baby blue eyes look back at her.

Yes, he was.

"Mhhm.. but I take usually the parallel street" he informed her while looking around to be sure that they were alone. The oblivious and curious look on her pretty face was making him harder than ever, making the uncomfortable feeling become a painful one now.

As soon as the Irishman was sure that there was Noone around he let go casually of the leash, whistling to order something to Scout who... after giving a look at his master headed in a run towards the beginning of the alley, sitting there as a guard. Watching around to warn Cillian if someone would have approached.

A glance at his black dog and he acted, not letting Y/n even questioning him before pressed his plumpy lips against hers as the dark swallowed them more now that her body was pressed against the cold and humid wall.

His big hands moved eargerly to her face and neck to keep her tilted like he wanted so to facilitate the kiss he was stealing.

Her neck was soft and tempting, he could easily leave a mark if he wanted but he didn't had so much time.. so he had to take things faster than he hoped.

As the kiss broke he inhaled deeply, letting his nose brush against hers as his thumbs caressed her skin... he didn't dare to open his eyes and meet her probably wide eyes and swollen lips... his cock was already throbbing and if he did that small action he was sure that the seed he was hoping to shoot in her would have just soiled his trousers.

"Damn, darling" Cillian cursed softly, licking his lips before diving down to kiss her neck while pressing his body against hers in an attempt of finding some friction and swallow her in his lust.. caging her body against the bricks even more.

"Do you want to help me, dear?" he asked softly, stroking her neck slowly as his piercing eyes now watched her carefully, noticing the glimpse of insecurity that was in her wide beautiful eyes

"Bet you want to, hm? Or I could just go to another fan of mine. Bet they would die to have a chance like this, darling... acting less ungrateful than you" he softly threatened in his low voice. His irish accent echoing in her head as he manipulated her young mind.

Of course she wanted to help him, he was her idol and favourite actor of all times... she couldn't really risk it and watch his disappointment towards her. She didn't wanted to be faced by his oh-so famous judgy face.

But the embarrassment and hesitance were there as well... she had a dignity and couldn't just allow him to use her like that, right?

Of course, it was something she dreamed about but was she really ready for that? She didn't even try casual sex in her lige yet. But she sure didn't want him to go to another fangirl and his intense gaze was like a poker face to her... so she was stuck on not knowing whatever he was telling the truth or not.

"I don't have the whole day, darling" Cillian's low voice commented as his gaze shifted towards the spot where his dog was still sitting.

Y/n glances at him again, gulping while trying to silence the battles in her head. She really didn't know what to do, what if it wasn't like he expected or if it would turn out to be a mistake.

"Ok!... Y-Yes, I-I want to help you, Mr. Murphy" Y/n stammered out when the actor started to move away from her.

Her heart beated hard against her chest, making her breath get caught in her throat as her hands started to sweat when he hummed and undoed his pants, pulling out his hard cock without hesitation or patience.

"That's a good girl, get on your knees" his low voice ordered before he moved slowly his tip against her lips, painting them with his pre-cum as he thrusted slightly forward to let them wrap around his red tip.

"That's it... suck" Cillian's voice ordered, allowing to be teased a bit before snapping his hips forward, making her hit her head against the wall and gag around his lenght. "Fuck, love" he cursed with a growl, letting her adjust to him before starting to fuck her mouth till he nearly reached his edge.

The actor's first intention was to just burry his cock deep in her throat and cum there but as his icy eyes wandered down to her kneeled form... and stopped on her clinging thighs the need to feel her young cunt around him became a must.

With a slow motion he moved away from her, letting her breath properly as she dried her spit while catching her breath. Tears already adorning her cheeks... she really was beautiful, the man repeated to himself as a mocking coo left him.

His big hands strokes the soft flesh of her cheeks as he made her get up so that he could smash his lips back against hers, forcing a hungry, toothy kiss that luckily slowed down when she reciprocated it.

Her bare leg was hooked up at his narrow hip, allowing his cock to brush her clothed folds with his help.

He was right... she really was wearing some thing revealing panties, arousing and innocent enough to make him just want to fuck her with them on. His thick finger made its way towards her entrance, curling around the fabric to move it with ease so that it was now half-hugging his lenght... allowing her folds to wet his cock while the panties squeezed it as he thrusted.

His leaking tip kept smearing his pre-cum on her spot skin and onto the fabric of her skirt each time it touched it. The hardness of it managed to gift some attention to her clit as well while his thrusts sped up.

Cillian could feel her juices dripping from his cock down to his balls and the underwear squeeze harder around him now that he was moving them in a difference pace.

It didn't took him much to reach his own peak, his body was quickly shaking and limp against her as his warm cum decorated her clothes. He was too desperate to care or to stop himself so that he could have used her pussy to pleasure him a bit more... not that he complained. He was fully satisfied, sweat was running down his forehead as he breathed heavily against her shoulder as he slowly got down his peak, his thrusts slowing down till he was too overstimulated to receive any further touch.

"Darling... can I keep your panties?... So that I can wash them and give them back to you clean, of course" Cillian casually asked, fixing her hair in a tender manner while brushing slowly his thumb on her swollen lips, watching her panting.

Guess the destiny decided for us... we will meet soon again, darling. Just to give you back your undergarments, of course, he thoughts as he tucked himself back and fixed his clothes, ready to continue the little walk they were having previously.

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gvnvks · 1 year

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IDKK IF YOU TAKE REQUEST BUT :>

Giving your hand to zb1 members w/out saying anythingg

> pairings: non-idol!zb1 x fem!reader

> warnings: lowercase intended, not proofread

> song recommendation: lemonade by dreamnote

> note: long time no see yall … but im back ig (can u tell I had no idea what to do on matthews part lmao ??)

김 jiwoong.

if u really want to confuse ur man this is the right way

jiwoong would look up from his phone screen with question marks around his face

“what?” in the most quiet tone the world has ever heard 😭

hes so puppy.

would hold ur hand

he’s getting more and more confused with each passing second

tries not to laugh so hard.

i mean you just stand there like 🧍🏻‍♀️ GIRL WHO WOULDNT LAUGH

when u continue to stay still he just goes “okay” and lets go of you hand

but u still don’t move even an inch

this bitch sighs in the most passive aggressive way ever

shakes his head and goes back to his phone

u give up cause … like girl who wouldnt

u just wanted ur boyfie to kiss ur hand.

장 hao.

MAN AINT NO SIMP ‼️💯

oh sorry forgot we talking bout hao

the way this boy is so whipped for u

GIRL TRUST

hes just casually eating his meal when all of a sudden his eyes catch ur figure

he’s excited because of the thought of eatin together, feeding u and allat ykyk

but u just🧍🏻‍♀️with ur hand in the front

“u hungry?” ppLEASE

when u dont respond he sits there with confused but still filled with love for you eyes

GIVES U THE CHOPSTICKS ?

hao so awkward 💔

eventually gives up guessing what u want and just places a random kiss on ur hand WE WON

성 hanbin.

HANBIN WOULD BE SO WORRIED ??

“did u get hurt?” “does ur hand hurt?”

when u dont respond he assumes somethings wrong so

he would massage the shit out of your hand 💯

but he’s so aggressive about it for some reason ? 😭

he would quite literally not massage but hit ur hand

like okay ig …

u kinda hiss in pain cause the way he “massages” ur hand just hurts ??

AND ALL OF A SUDDEN HOMEBOY TURNS INTO A GENTLE BABY

gently blows on ur hand 💔 pls kill me

like who blames him girl u steaming hot !

and all he was supposed to do was just to kiss ur hand

석 matthew.

why do i feel like he would be the one to give u his hand without saying anything

he immediately gets what u want but

BUT

he decides to mess with u a little

and just ignores u ?? like straight up 😭

and you’re kinda offended cause like ??

he literally pays zero attention to you

like zero, 0, none

u just sigh and give up

HES SO SORRY 😭

grabs both of ur hands and leaves wet marks on them (ew 💯)

promises not to ignore u ever again

김 taerae.

HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE

taerae would be kinda confused but i mean

he would jus take ur hand and stroke it with both of his thumbs

AND WHILE LOOKING STRAIGHT INTO UR EYES TOO ??

GORGEOUS SMILING BABY ‼️

“u want a kiss?” YES

YES I DO WANT A KISS PLS SIR PLs

he kisses your hand like it’s some fragile glass

taeraes lips make their way from your hand all the way up to your cheek

whispers little i love yous in between kisses

he’s a cutie

u love him sm 🫶🏻

리키 ricky.

gentleman. thats all.

i mean we talking bout ricky

the ceo of the rizz company himself

he knows u need his kisses the second he sees ur hand and the expression on ur face

he just knows you too well

girl and trust me when i say

he gives your hand kiss in the most gentleman way known to a MAN 😭

im being so fr u think about gentleman u think about rizzky

looks at u with those seductive eyes of his …….

asks u if u need something more ??

SIR WYM SOMETHINg MORE

but yes. yes i do. pls kiss my forehead.

김 gyuvin.

HES SO AWKWARD

and i dont mean it in a bad way cause hes like

awkward but in a cute way

he’s so clueless fr 🤓

like homeboy has NO idea what that hand for

just stares at it

does nothing else

just that blank stare 😭

u put ur hand closer to his lips to maybe like

help him guess ?? lmaoo 💔

gyuvin just tries to hold ur hand but like

VERY delicately

after what feels like HOURS he gets an idea ‼️

his lips finally melt on your skin

hi im gonna kms

박 gunwook.

okay now

he’s not AS clueless as gyuvin but still 😭

just as jiwoong, boy got question marks wandering around his lovely eyes

after few seconds he gets what you mean but like

he’s even more aggressive than hanbin about it ?? 😭

nuzzles his whole (literally whole) face in your hand

i have no idea how he does that but he just does.

as his lips finally meet your hand, his soft gaze locks in yours

but then the aggressiveness kicks in again

and he just

violently shakes ur hand ??

so playful, gunwook, so playful baby

u kinda like what the fuck cause

why ur boyfie so aggressive for ?? 🤨

but it just the way he is

cute aggression (gunwook version)

한 yujin.

oh yujin baby

immediately thinks u hurt yourself cause like

why else would u give him ur hand like that.

with kinda (not even kinda) puzzled look painted on his face

he grabs ur hand and starts brushing his fingers through your skin

looking for cuts, bruises, like whatever

but the wtf look on your face kinda knocks him off the track 😭

u start twitching ur hand a little so he gets the idea ??

it doesn’t work btw 💯

yujin officially has joined the confused squad

copies ur movements.

homeboy literally laughs at you

but he’s cute so

btw you’re the one who should’ve been kissing his hand. pls remember that ‼️

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gatorbites-imagines · 11 months

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hope ur having a good day! i wanna ask for some Eobard Thawne x Male Reader where reader is just a normal dude. Like just some guy, i think itd be a funny concept :]

Eobard Thawne x male reader

Headcanons

I love Thawne sm, he’s my bbygirl. He’s a lil crazy, but that’s okay.

Now Thawne is literally just the biggest hater in all of existence, like God damn. He runs on hate and spite, and I appreciate that, because its relatable.

Youd most likely have met after he’s been in a fight with some hero or similar. Maybe he crashes into your yard or into your apartment. You don’t know much about heroes, you know the main ones sure, but you don’t keep track of all of them.

So, when you see someone who looks like a yellow flash in your yard bleeding out, you just kinda shrug and drag him inside, patching him up to the best of your ability. You get the head part of his suit off him and your pleasantly surprised at how red his hair is, you’ve always liked redheads.

You know nothing about speedsters’ preferences for food, and your used to cooking for just one person and have meal prepped for that. But you pull out some snacks you got laying around and a bottle of water, and put it on table beside Thawne, where you flopped him onto your couch.

When Thawne wakes, he’s immediately ready to fight, until he notices he’s just laying on someone’s couch, in a random living room who knows where. He’s honestly confused, because he’s a well-known villain and was in the middle of a fight.

He almost jumps up to throw hands when you walk into the room, eating whatever dinner you had prepped the day before. Imagine his surprise when you just go “hey, your awake. I found you in my yard, you good?”

Insert very confused Thawne, he tries to pull the whole, evil villain thing, but you are so chill and unamused that he just ends up giving up. One way or another you two just end up sitting on the couch and watching the newest episode of your current show.

It becomes a thing honestly. In the beginning he shows up after fights for you to patch up, even though you know very little first aid, but whatever. You put up with it, because if that’s the payment you have to pay for a hot redhead to sit shirtless on your couch, so be it.

Thawne won’t admit it for a long time, but he starts to enjoy your company quite a lot. Maybe it’s the fact that you couldn’t care less about him being a villain or what he does that has heroes after him. Or maybe it’s the fact that you don’t put up with his shit either.

The first time you scolded him and called him an idiot, his heart stuttered, and he won’t ever admit but his face got almost as red as his hair.

You tell him with a flat expression that he’s eating you out of house and home, because of speedster metabolism, so Thawne starts bringing groceries and helping around the house.

At some point you two realize he’s just kinda moved in, like a big street cat you’ve been feeding on your porch, that walked inside and just never left again.

You two never outright say you are dating, it just hits Thawne one day that you guys are cuddling on the couch and watching movies, and that you guys give each other kisses before you go to work, or Thawne runs off to be a villain like normal.

Its honestly quite domestic. I could imagine Thawne taking care of housework since you are the “breadwinner”, since you are the only one with a legal job. Sure, Thawne steals to get money, but he also starts stealing stuff you guys can use around the house.

Imagine Barry and the other speedster’s confusion when Thawne steals a brand-new dishwasher, or a whole porch set, chairs, tables, and all.

You never stop Thawne, since being a villain is kinda his whole thing, you just tell him not to do it with you around, so you have plausible deniability. You do appreciate the gifts he brings you too, but you never mention how most of the shirts he brings you are a little tight, you know he likes looking at you.

Thawne goes a lil crazy when you come home after work wearing your slacks, your button up and your tie. He always wants to be the one to undo your tie so he can pull you into a kiss.

He gets you expensive accessories you can wear to work, think watches that cost more than what you make in six months, tie clips, rings, etc. Everyone at your job honestly think you have some super rich sugar daddy.

You are both quite happy with your relationship, and theres nothing better than coming home to Thawne in an apron, cooking up in the kitchen. He always purrs when you come in through the door and swaggers over, drapes his arms over you, and asks about your day.

After some time, you two get engaged, it just kinda happened. You guys already act like a married couple, but one of you would have proposed. If it was you, you’d pull out a ring on a date or just during one of the evenings you are cuddling on the couch. You would use your family’s heirloom ring.

If its Thawne, he would go out of his way to make a huge deal out of it. hed rob the highest security jewelers in the world, or force the best jewelry maker to make a custom ring.

When the heroes show up its most likely Barry, maybe some of the others since Thawne has been MIA for a long time. They assumed he was planning something big, but he’s been busy playing househusband for you this entire time.

When they learn he’s trying to get a wedding ring they all thing “wait he’s got a lover???”. Thawne is gone before they can catch him though.

The heroes assume the worst, and assume his partner is as much of a villain as he is. Then Barry gets a wedding invite, written by you, since Barry’s been Thawnes nemesis for who knows how long.

Barry has always been a good guy, and since the invite specificlally says not to start anything at the wedding, he goes. Barry goes with the plan to scope out Thawne and his partner, but also to support him cuz its Barry.

Then he sees that Thawne is marrying you, the most normal guy he’s ever seen. When he talks to you, he realizes that you truly love Thawne, and though Thawne doesn’t say it with words, it’s clear the way he looks at you that he’s completely smitten.

The wedding goes great, and Barry is a big supporter, especially when he realizes Thawnes villainy has gone down a lot because he’s so happy with you, that he doesn’t wanna put you are risk.

It ends up becoming a peace thing, Thawne doesn’t do anything huge and Barry wont lock him away for life or have him thrown in the phantom zone. Thawne wont target Barry’s family and alike, and Thawne gets to stay with you.

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smileypansy · 8 months

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let them nap / l.mk

pairing: mark x female!reader

synopsis: your boyfriend, Mark (and the rest of NCT) are all severely overworked, and the company does not seem to care. so you take things into your own hands

word count: 1.2k

a/n: this is an excuse to write down everything I would like to tell sm. f u sm <3 also the ceo does not get to have a name

You have been dating Mark for a year. Over the past year, you have been spending a lot more time around the SM building, usually watching rehearsals or just in Mark’s studio as he works.

It’s no secret that NCT, and especially Mark, are overworked. Czennies have been pointing that out for years, and the company has done nothing but add on to their busy schedules.

Since you started dating Mark, you have made it your mission to make sure he sleeps and eats enough, which is way harder than it sounds. Getting that man to take a break is borderline impossible. He would never take a break while they were still in the middle of working, and there was no gap in their schedule for the foreseeable future.

Which is what led you to your current situation.

Sitting in the small waiting area outside of the CEO’s office. Ready to give him a piece of your mind. But keeping yourself calm enough to rationally explain your concerns about your friends.

Of course there was a part of you that was very nervous about this whole “confrontation”, but the other part knew that he couldn’t do anything to you. He had no control over you or your life so you were safe. And he wouldn’t punish Mark for anything you said because, frankly, he makes the company a shit-ton of money.

So many thoughts were running through your head that you almost didn’t notice the secretary standing directly in front of you.

“You can go in now.”

“Thank you,” and you made your way into the office. And it all suddenly felt way more real.

The CEO is sitting at his desk, an entire wall of windows behind him. He is sitting with his hands folded on top of his lap, overlooking his very large and quite empty office.

“Y/N. It’s nice to see you.” “You too, sir,” you said, sitting in a chair opposite him.

“So, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

You awkwardly clear your throat. Now, actually being here, you are very unsure how to start this conversation.

“They need a break,” you suddenly blurt out, shocking yourself as well as the CEO.

He leans forward, across the desk, making direct eye contact with you, that you are determined to hold.

“What?”

“They need a break,” you said, more sure. More steady. “NCT. They haven’t had a break in so long. They are just doing comeback after comeback. Tour after tour. Promotions after promotions. While still doing rehearsals. And recordings. And other projects. And doing that for multiple sub -units? Or solo? It’s too much. They're all overworked and exhausted. Everyone can see it. I can. I know you can. The fans can. And they have told you as much. And you have consistently ignored that. The members would never tell you this but they need some time off. So if me coming here is what it takes for you to understand then well, here I am. They all really need a nap,” You let out a deep breath after your ranting, now noticing how loud you had gotten towards the end. “Sorry,” you said, regaining your composure.

“What for?”

“Yelling.”

The CEO settled back in his chair. Sighing deeply, staring at you. “I appreciate your honesty. And I will take your concerns into consideration.”

“Thank you for your time,” you said, getting up, giving a quick bow, and leaving.

What were the odds of him actually taking what you said into consideration? It honestly seemed unlikely. But at least you tried, right?

While you were in the building, you figured you could at least pop in to see Mark.

NCT 2023 rehearsals were in full swing, so walking into the rehearsal room, you were met with a chorus of “Y/N!” coming from every member. While you made your rounds, saying hello to everyone, Mark was just sitting in the corner watching with a fond smile. Watching you interact with his members always made him feel so happy. Knowing that all the most important people in his life were all friends was his favorite feeling in the world. (Well, maybe second favorite ;))

Your eyes finally met his and you sat beside him, hugging him tight, instinctively burying your face in his neck.

“Hey, baby,” he said. You could feel him smiling from where his cheek was placed against the top of his head. “How’s my girl today? I didn’t know you were visiting.”

“I missed you,” you said, still buried into his shoulder. You didn’t tell him about the meeting, and you had no intention to. It just felt unnecessary to get his hopes up when they would probably be crushed anyways.

You two stayed cuddled up against each other for the remainder of their short break from rehearsal.

“Hey lovebirds, you’re cute and everything, but we need to practice now,” Johnny said.

“You know you’re jealous, dude,” Mark retorted. Johnny’s face twisted in a weird way that showed Mark was right.

“Whatever. Let's just go.”

“You’ll wait for me, baby?” “Of course.”

About an hour later, rehearsal was over and the members were packing up getting ready to leave. Mark was standing next to you, deciding what your plans for the evening would be, when the CEO walked in.

“Oh! Hello, sir,” Taeyong said, bowing and getting everyone’s attention. And there was a chorus of “hello”s and bows.

“Hello, boys,” he said, making sure he had everyone’s attention. “I would like to talk to you all about something,” he was met with confused looks and some muttering. “It has come to my attention that you all haven’t had an adequate break in quite a while,” he purposefully avoided meeting your eyes. “So, after some consideration, you will all have 2 full months off after current promotions end. There will be no new comebacks, no new concerts, no other projects. You all deserve some time off after all the hard work you’ve put in for years now. And I’m sorry it took so long for me to give this to you.”

“Thank you so much, sir,” Taeyong said, prompting another round of bows from the members.

With that, the CEO left the room and the members started to talk excitedly about what they would do with their time off. Mostly talks of visiting family and finally getting the sleep they’ve missed out on.

Mark had stayed quiet, watching your face. He sat back down next to you.

“I’m assuming you had something to do with this?” he said, laughing at your shocked face. “Oh come on, I know my girl better than you give me credit for.”

“Fine. I did. And just so you know, you will be taking this time off. And I will be making sure that you are not working. Are we clear?”

“Yes, maam,” he said. After a bit of watching the other members joke around with each other, he leaned back in to whisper in your ear, “I have an idea or two of something we can do with the time off,” he wiggled his eyebrows for emphasis.

“I might be open to your ideas. But first, you will be taking a nap. A very long nap.”

The pure love and adoration for you was clear on his face. “Thank you.” “For what?” “For caring. For fighting. For loving me.”

“Gross. You sap.” “I love you, my pretty girl.”

“I love you too, baby.”

#nct #nct 127 #nct dream #mark lee #mark lee fic #mark lee x reader #mark lee imagines #nct fic #nct imagines

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yinyangofnevermore · 1 year

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So you’re considering watching RWBY

Or you’re trying to convince someone else to watch it

(I made another similar post about this a while back)

But you/they aren’t sure. Something is holding you/them back. Like:

“But the animation n stuff is SO BAD!” - Sure. In the beginning it’s not great (though many of us now look back on those early volumes with fondness.) But you have to understand, RWBY started as a passion project at a small company with a budget of like $20 (yes I’m exaggerating but STILL.) They simply didn’t have the funds for good animation. But, after volume 3 came out, the show became a literal international hit and so the budget increased. And, subsequently, so did the animation quality. You can see that progression easily enough here. The quality goes from this:

To this:

“It looks stupid and childish!” - Yeah, in the beginning it’s meant to seem silly. And it still has its cartoonishly silly moments later on too. But those silly moments are meant to soften the blow of the PAIN. Because, while RWBY starts off as a silly, “good always triumphs over evil” slice of life magic academy type show it does not STAY that. There is PAIN. LOTS OF IT! If you keep watching, you’ll find out within like 6 hrs worth of watching that it’s not just some silly slice of life show. There is a complete 180 along the way when you find out what RWBY is truly about. The show actually delves into some pretty heavy stuff. PTSD, abuse, neglect, abandonment issues, alcoholism, loss, the inability to move on from loss for some, and more. For more on this, check out this post.

“I saw some stuff on Twitter/Tumblr/Youtube about how bad it is.” - That’s because there are ppl out there who want the show to be something it’s not. Or they got upset when things didn’t happen the way they wanted. Like Blacksun shippers or Adam and Ironwood Stans. Or they just want to shit on something. But EVERY show has its haters. Every piece of media has its haters. And they like to be loud edgelords about it. Sometimes just to be controversial and pick a fight. But that doesn’t mean shit. There are ppl out there who absolutely hate your favorite pieces of media, whether you’re aware of it or not. And that doesn’t stop you from liking it, does it? Don’t let a few haters prevent you from potentially finding your new favorite thing. Because there are a LOT of ppl out there who absolutely LOVE this show.

“I tried watching the first few episodes and I just... Couldn’t.” - Dude, I get it. Trust me. I did the same exact thing when I started watching. I watched the first couple of episodes and literally turned it off. But then I saw a few ppl posting about it here on Tumblr a while later and gave it a second shot on a whim. And BOY did it not disappoint when I got far enough in (and yes, that took a minute.) Mind you, this was back when Volume 3 was originally airing, so the drastic improvements in animation hadn’t happened yet. But I stuck with it anyways. And now look at me. But the show does take a while to really ramp up, so to speak. The beat doesn’t DROP until a bit later on in volume 3.

But, if you enjoy character growth and analysis, then you will most likely enjoy this show. The number of analyses on Tumblr and prolly Twitter as well are MANY. The main 4 characters are badass ladies learning how to fight and deal with life. Every character in the show is based on either a fairy tale, mythology, history, pop culture, etc. (sometimes they have multiple allusions to different degrees) and teasing out those details on top of everything else is quite fun if you enjoy searching for Easter eggs, significant imagery, foreshadowing, parallels, and so on. Interesting villains too. Not just the standard “Evil Witch because she’s evil with henchmen” thing. But fleshed out villains that have their Reasons™️. Like “Cinderella took so much abuse as a kid/teenager that she fucking snapped” type reasons. There is SO MUCH you can delve into with this show if you want to. Details as small as a whale statue in Gepetto’s office, or Belle reading a book with a candelabrum that looks like Lumiere, or characters wearing the colors of the person they love, or characters having eyes the color of their love’s aura (an extension of their soul.) SO MANY PLACES TO FIND THESE DETAILS. Including the lyrics to the music.

Which leads me to the music in this show is freaking AWESOME. And if you can’t appreciate that Casey Lee Williams has been singing in these soundtracks since she was like 13 or 14 (and listening to how she’s grown as a musician throughout it all to the point where she is now one of the music leads for the show) then I don’t know what to tell you. The music is all produced in house. And the lyrics reflect that. Each song is from the perspective of a RWBY character (or like team RWBY in general, depending on the song) and the lyrics give insights either about the characters or about stuff in the show (lore, foreshadowing, etc.) And they’re as fun to analyze as they are to jam out to.

The writing is FANTASTIC. Is it perfect? No. Of course not. They made mistakes along the way. Prolly will make some more. But every piece of media does to some extent. People aren’t perfect and so neither are their creations. But those imperfections don’t outweigh how amazing the story they’ve woven is. The writers of RWBY constantly subvert expectations in a BRILLIANT way. Not in a “wtf?? Where did that come from?” sort of way. But in a “OMG! Now that I go back and watch this again it makes SO MUCH SENSE” sort of way. And things that happen in early volumes actually COME BACK to affect things later. The show doesn’t just MOVE ON. The writers have been playing the long game this whole time. And rewatches will almost always show new details and foreshadowing you might have missed before.

Also, it GAY. And it’s THE major romance of the show. Not just a side story. And the voice actors are the Captains of the Ship! And it’s a beautifully written slow burn romance (amongst other romances also in the show) with yearning and pining for DAYS. I believe it was Monty who said, “Good romance is earned.” And boy are they earning it!

So, in short, FUCKING WATCH RWBY.

DAMMIT.

If you do decide to watch, Volumes 1-8 are all on RoosterTeeth.com for free or everything is on Crunchyroll. And I definitely suggest starting with the 4 trailers, in order: Red, White, Black, then Yellow.

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aphroditesmoon · 9 months

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I'm holding my night in your hands

gwen stacy x fem!reader

summary: gwen is a talented dancer, but once you found out she's never slowdanced before, you decided to fix it. romantic feelings ensues.

warnings: ballerina!reader, reader has at least collarbones length hair, flirty gwen, fluff, title is from indigo de souza's song "what are we gonna do now"

taglist: @catherine-112 , @urdeadpoet , @primaviva

A/N: thank you for 1.6k followers, i love you all sm!

♡♡♡

YOU CUPPED YOUR HAND under the sink. Watching the water fill them up slowly until its full, before gently spreading it all over your face. The water pressure is still shit, but

The relief you feel as the water hits your skin was undeniable.

Your reflection stares back at you through the mirror, It also tells you to dry your face up and get your shit together. You use your wrist to wipe off your the drops of water on your chin.

You had always considered yourself a perfectionist, the last worker to leave the office type of girl. Who knew all it took to break you was a night with less than 3 hours of sleep and accidentally tripping in the bathroom floor after a shower. You still went to your lesson with your dismissive limp.

An hour in, and your instructor had already noticed how you're having inabilty to straighted your left foot. She made you go freshen up in the restroom, concerned that you could've popped a nerve out of your feet or something whole practising.

Having no excuse to deny her, you did as you're told to.

You flex your bruised feet in circles, lifting it slightly to see if the pain had lessen. Despite the loud hiss escaping your lips as it twists on a certain angle, it was definitely lessening for at least 20% compared to the pain from the morning.

Definitely not broken then, just my little bones still in shock from the fall.

You flinch suddenly as the restroom door opens wide, Gwen Stacy entering before it.

Scanning her presence, you let out a relaxed sigh.

You've never talked to her before. You've definitely seen her around though. She's known as a pretty smart person in school, despite constantly missing class. She's also known to be more of a loner, especially since the passing of her friend, Peter something.

You wonder if she was like you, someone who prioritises their goals over stupid high school boys. You knew her as much as everyone else did. Absolutely nothing. She's beautiful too. But that's an observation more than information.

Her eyes meet yours in the mirror currently staring back at you, she gives a small smile as a sign of acknowledgement before leading herself into a toilet stall. You should just leave right after that, but your still throbbing feet had convinced you to stay a little while.

The blonde ballerina finishes up her business quite quick, leaving her stall and going straight for the sink next to yours to wash her hands.

The two of you greet eachother with a small nod and smile as you usully do, but you notice how her eyes wander to your left foot, still lifting up frok the ground as your right side carries your whole weight.

"Fell?" She asks, being the first to speak.

"Yeah, this morning." You answer with a hoarse laugh. Gwen hums understandingly before raising another question. "Did you get a cough too?" You shook your head.

"Flu, dunno why I sound like shit today." She laughs shortly at that, the corner of hee eyes crinkling as she does it. "No, you sound fine, just a little throaty." Gwen clarifies, earning a thank you from you.

You watch her retie her hair as your fingers grip the sink counter for balance. "You going to the party this Sunday?" The company had organised an end of year party for your dancing class, you'll be going of course. "I'm not sure, are you?" She asks back, wiggling her brows wiile turning around to lean her back againts the counter.

"Oh yeah, hardworkers also needs a drink or two sometimes." You joke. She snorts at that and squints her eyes at you. "We're underage, I don't think we're getting anything other than orange juice." You shrug at that nonchalantly, "I have a good enough imagination to pretend its booze."

Your laugh melts together with hers at the joke. "Well as long as everyone won't start slow dancing or anything, I guess I won't be needing any alcohol." You raise a brow in confusion at her words. "What, you hate slow dancing?" She makes purse her lips and and make a small noise of consideration. "Hate? No, no-um, I can't slow dance, never done it before and never going to. It was a joke." She clarifies.

You answer with an understanding 'Ohh'.

"It's not that bad, I mean this isn't some ball from the 1700s or something." She frowns. "I don't think they had balls during the 1700s."

"Well either you're right ot we both failed History." She smiles at you. "Anyways-" You continue, "-you don't have to count steps or anything, just hold your partner, waist or shoulder, and just sway with them and try not to step on their feet, at least thats how I do it. I'm sure the people in the 1700s would disagree with me." She opens her mouth to respond but was cut off when you suddenly move from the sink to hold on to her arm.

"Here, let me show you." Gwen is about to disagree, panick evident in her eyes. "Your feet-" She starts. "My feet, is feeling much better now." You conclude, shutting her up.

Her hands meets your waist just as you explained earlier, and yours find their way onto her shoulder. You notice now that you're closer to her, that her smell is a mix of shea butter and lavender. You sniffed at your red nose and shook of the thought of her scent.

"See, now we just, sway." She raises a brow, trying to hide her grin as the tow of you starts swaying to your sides in an incredibly slow motion because of your feet. "So, do we, not move around or?"

You look up to the ceiling for a second, trying to remember the last time you slowdanced with someone and how it went. "Not sure, I mean, I guess we can move from one spot to another and do the same thing." Your words fished out a sudden laugh out of Gwen who is now shaking her head. "That...sounds stupid."

You laugh awkwardly as you try to imagine what you just proposed. "Yeah, that definitely would look weird, now that I think about it." She hummed in an agreement.

A few more seconds of swaying continued until your hands let go of her shoulder to find the sink counter back. Your right hand manages to grip the edge of it, but your left was immediately grasped by Gwen's own hand, her fingers sliding up to your forearm and gripping it for your stability. You mumbled a thanks before your eyes looks back to the ground.

When you lift up your head to look at her, Gwen's eyes has already been zeroing on your face. An uncomfortable second passes by before her smile returns and she speaks for the both of you. "We should get going, I'll help you, come on."

You don't try to say no as she begins to wrap an arm around your back while the other one is placed on your shoulder, dragging you with her as gentle as she could.

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That night you were restless again, the flu had subsided and your feet was ready to be used again. But your houghts were loud and kept you awake depite the tiredness you were feeling.

In the end, your body finally gave into itself around 3:45AM, and you fell into an uneasy sleep, bizarre dreams filling your subconscious.

You dreamed of a unicorn, in the middle of the highway. A unicorn that you were comfortably placed onto. The sky was dark and only a singular streetlamp lighted up our way.

The next and last bit of your dreams you could remember was as you're slowly riding the white and rainbow horned animal, the road doesn't end, yet you stopped when you reached a girl standing in your way. She had her back facing you, but her hair gave away her identity quite quickly. You're not sure if experts have ever confirmed if you could smell in your dreams, but when you woke up, an hour late to your dance lesson, you swore your nostrils were filled with the scent of lavender for a whole minute at least.

Which was weird as hell.

You groaned when you check the time. No one would question you missing one lesson, especially after seeing you walk back in limping in Gwen's arms yesterday, which was definitely in your top 10 most embarrassing moments in life.

You let yourself fall back into your pillow until you were physically ready to get up again. The party was tomorrow. At least missing this class means you'll have more time to ice your feet a few more times to lessen the risk of it hurting again during the event.

You forced yourself up to clean your room and get a shower before calling up a food delivery service for some pancakes and coffee from your favourite downtown cafe. When all things go bad, coffee is usually a good start of fixing things.

You checked your email and messages to see if anyone had tried reaching out to you for missing class, but fortunately there was none. Though a slight dissapointment still made it's way to your chest. The kind that makes you feel stupid for having the audacity to be disappointed in the first place.

You shook Gwen off your thoughts and retreated back into your room, deciding it's better to try and finish the book that's been lying around on your table for weeks now.

Morning soon enough became afternoon, and soon again, turned into night. Your copy of The Master And Margarita had at least 40 pages left to finish. Your growling stomach made you put it down and concluded that those pages will be read tomorrow night instead. You've forgotten to eat lunch today. And as much as your old ballet teacher would've probably praised you for that, you needed to eat.

Your feet is starting to feel cold and your ribcage was getting small sharp pains from not eating, your body was getting gassy.

As you reach your kitchen, your hands got to work, pulling out the bag of instant mac and cheese, you begin to prepare your meal. 15 minutes of boiling and mixing in the pot, and your meal was done. You took your time eating it, indulging the taste of supermarket pasta while scrolling through instagram on your phone.

When a notification pops in, you almost let yourself hope, until you notice the message was from your mom, letting you know she'll be coming home late again today.

That night, you fell asleep easier than the the night before, and you thankfully dreamt of nothing.

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The party starts in 10 minutes. You're fully dressed in a dark blue, shortsleeved dress. You contemplated if you should try styling your hair until you eventually gave up and tied it up in a ponytail...before pulling it off again and tying it up again, in a bun instead.

The studio was 7 minutes away from your house by feet, so you strapped on your heels that you knew you'll be cursing yourself for wearing as soon as you got moving, and left your house fully locked.

Despite being a pretty fit person, you reached the studio breathing heavily with a pair of heels in your hand, strapping them on before pushing the door open.

Loud unrecognized music fills the big space, a lot of people have arrived much early than you. When you reached the crowded space, you're immediately greeted by acquaintances, complimenting your dress and asking if you're feeling better. You let yourself mingle and chat around with your instructor and friends before excusing yourself to get a drink.

The studio is getting fuller, and the music, louder. The place reeked sweat and expensive perfumes as everyone starts to get comfortable dancing and walking around chatting.

You scan the crowd for a particular blonde haired girl and sighed in frustration when you were sure you she's not anywhere to be seen.

Spinning your back towards the party, you grabbed one of the plastic cups filled with orange juice, the only drink available. Taking a sip, you scrunched up your nose at the too sour taste. With all the funds from the rich parents of wannabe ballerinas, they couldn't even afford to get some kiwi juice in, or even watered down champagne. It's disappointing.

At least it wasn't rootbeer or something, the gas is bad for you, and you're not taking a risk of burping your way home. Or worse, farting.

Your thoughts of the disgusting drink being served was put on pause when a hand reached out infront of you to pour out a medium amount of what looked like piss from a thermos.

You looked up to meet your disturber and audibly gasped at her.

She has a grin plastered on her face as she closes the bottle. "Vodka, with your orange juice. It's a really good mix, try it." She says. You break out of your suprise and roll your eyes at her. "Leather jacket, really? This isn't a frat house party, you know." You noted, ignoring her words from earlier.

Gwen just laughs at you before swinging an arm around your shoulder and turning you around towards the dancing people. "You're wearing heels, that's crazier, the veins on your feet looks like its seconds away from bursting out. You grumbled incoherently, accepting your loss and trying out the drink.

She watches as you make a sound of delight before chugging the rest of the drink. Her eyes widening as you finished it. "Fucking god, take it easy." She scolds. You snort and shoves her lightly before wiggling the cup at her for more. "Later, I can't get arrested for getting minors wasted, especially because it'll be my dad arresting me."

You burst out laughing at that, nodding your head. "Your dad's a cop? I knew there's a reason you're not in jail yet." Gwen gasps loudly, faking hurt. "All I have is just a bit of stolen vodka, I am quite innocent as a person. You'll see it soon after you spend more time with me."

The two of you join the crowd, her hands finding your waist with more ease than the first time. Understanding where she's getting at, you bite your empty cup as your hands reaches for her shoulder.

She laughs before taking the drink between your teeth, she takes it from your mouth and passes it to a random brunette passing behind her, she took it while looking confused and walked away. "I don't like to litter." You explained.

She hums and pulls you closer. "You don't have to, they have trash cans." She whispers, head leaning down until her lips are againts your ear. "Is that why you brought a jacket, to hide your alcohol in it?" You inquire, noticing how she tucked it in after a drink.

"Mmhm, that and incase you get cold and I can pull the 'you can wear my jacket' thing."

Your mouth is agape but no words leave your mouth. You pull away slightly so she'd look at you and you frowned at her. You gave her a stern and long look, waiting to see if she'd defend herself. She says nothing and just stared at you expressionless.

"Are you flirting with me?" Gwen nods seriously. "I have been, thank you for noticing." You tilt your head at her and think of something smart to say, trying to ignore how fast your heart was beating.

"Well..." you start. Gwen raises a brow. "Well its- it's working." Out of all the things you could've said, of course that's where you landed on.

Fortunately, it pulls a smile out of Gwen that seemed different than before, more sincere you would say. The smile someone gives when they didn't even expect to smile themselves. A mixture of pure genuine joy. "Good." Gwen responded after a while. "Good." You repeat after her.

Letting yourself let go of your need to overthink anything, you lay your head in the crook of her neck as your hands falls onto her chest, feeling how her arms closes themselves tighter around you.

#gwen stacy x reader #gwen stacy atsv #gwen stacy #atsv x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #ghost spider x reader #ghost spider

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whumpcereal · 1 year

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the kennel recovery arc

part three of the kids not being alright (follows will and annie's povs), just prior to annie and will's first real date (which will be cute and come next, because yikes, this piece is dark). part of the kennel (masterlist here). tommy is...not doing well.

content warnings for: references to past noncon, trauma, captivity, and dehumanization, mobility issues, guilt, problematic self-talk, alcohol, adult language

first date, a prelude (tommy's pov)

Tommy’s not even sure where he is. He parked the truck once Annie went inside and walked to the subway. He got off the 7 at Bryant Park and then drifted downtown on the B or the D train or something. The line was orange. He knows that. He’d taken it a few times before, when was auditioning for the company.

He gets off at West 4th and climbs the dirty stairs back up to the sidewalk. He doesn’t even really remember where the company’s studio is, just that this was going to be his stop. He was going to ride that line every day. He was going to know this neighborhood.

He doesn’t know a thing.

It’s fucking cold, and, even if Tommy has no clue what he wants to do, standing on a random corner in the dark doesn’t seem like the world’s best option. He shoves his hands in his jeans pockets, picks a direction, and starts walking. His right leg drags a little behind, the ankle turned at not-quite the correct angle, but he can still get around.

The streets are narrower down here, older, and they’re lined with bars and restaurants, stuffed with people who are celebrating the end of the work week or the start of a weekend bender.

Tommy envies them. The men in their three-piece suits, the women wearing precisely curated boots, the college kids who are dining out on their parents’ dime. Every one of the people he passes has a life. Tommy was supposed to have one too.

Instead, he sits in his parents’ living room and watches television all day. It was ballet documentaries at first, but they made his mother cry, and fucking Tiler Peck was so cheerful that it made Tommy want to scream. Lately, it’s been true crime. The First 48 and Unsolved Mysteries and whatever sordid cold case he can find. Mom won’t watch those with him. It’s too hard for her to think of what might have been.

When he leaves the house, it’s usually for therapy. For his brain and his body. Neither seems to be working wonders so far. He can’t rise to take a balance, he can’t hold a port de bras, and he can’t make sense of anything that’s happened, even if he pretends otherwise. He craves the privacy of his dark room, but he can’t sleep. No one’s noticed. Tommy’s a great show dog, after all. He knows his role. Tommy’s the lucky one; it’s Will everyone should be worried about, and they are.

It’s just that, maybe, Tommy envies the way Will gets to fall apart.

He steps off a curb the wrong way, and his ankle almost comes out from under him.

“Shit,” Tommy mutters, righting himself before he gets steamrolled by a cab. He steps out of the foot traffic and looks around. It’s still busy, but the storefronts aren’t as cozy and cutesy. He’s standing in front of black door with frosted glass windows. There’s a decal on the glass, styled like typewritten text:

the white swallow.

Well. Tommy’s pretty sure he knows what kind of place that is. He ignores the taste that rises unbidden in his mouth.

Tommy didn’t frequent the bars when he was in school. He was too disciplined. Drinking, he decided, would make him slow and soft. He had to stay focused, couldn’t afford to compromise his fitness. He had to be the best.

He was, for a while. The best. He isn’t anymore.

Fuck it, he thinks. He opens the door and pushes into the narrow vestibule.

It’s still early, so there’s no cover. A guy in tight black pants checks Tommy’s ID, but he’s barely looking. A quick glance, and then he thumbs Tommy down the hall. Tommy appreciates it; he doesn’t like it when people look too closely.

The bar is mostly empty at this hour. It’s dark: black walls, a smudged chrome bar with black leather rails on its edge, a bartender wearing a black leather cut who basically blends into his surroundings. The whole place smells faintly of musk and mildew and sweat. Like men. Tommy’s shoes stick to the floor as he moves to get a drink.

“What’ll you have?” the bartender asks. He’s staring at Tommy, looking him up and down, and Tommy feels his cheeks burn. Tommy knows the guy likes what he sees, and Tommy wishes that he didn’t. He just wants to disappear.

Maybe this wasn’t a great idea.

Still, Tommy clears his throat, keeping his eyes on the streaky bar. “Uh, vodka?”

“Straight?”

He winces. Of course, he doesn’t even know how to order a fucking drink. “No. With soda.”

“Lime?”

He nods.

The bartender’s hands are deft, and he turns and glides the length of the bar without effort. Tommy envies the ease in the guy’s every movement; he doesn’t even realize he’s staring until the bartender shoves the drink in his hand.

“You wanna open a tab, baby?”

Tommy nods, because that’s what people do at bars, right? They open tabs, they sit and drink, they pass the time. They exist.

He digs in his pocket and hands over his debit card. It’s connected to an account that his parents dump money into once a month. He still gets a fucking allowance.

But it’s not like the bartender knows that. Tommy watches the guy file his card away, and he drains his drink in one go. It burns a little going down, but it’s not the worst thing he’s ever forced down his throat. Not by a long shot.

“Damn.”

There’s a soft chuckle beside him, and Tommy jumps. He should’ve been paying attention. He should’ve moved down the bar and found his own spot. He shouldn’t have made himself so vulnerable. He shouldn’t have come in at all. But it’s too late now.

He feels the man’s heat beside him before he finds the courage to look up. Already, Tommy’s body is on high alert, and he can hear Doc’s voice in his head.

Come on now, Champ. Good boys are always ready.

He can feel himself stirring, and he only hopes the guy doesn’t notice that or the tears of humiliation pricking at the back of Tommy’s eyes. Tommy might have thought the guy was cute, once upon a time. He’s tall and lean, dark brown hair and big brown eyes. He’s wearing a white dress shirt and navy blue chinos, his dark blue tie loosened just below his collar. He keeps one hand on the rail, opening his body toward Tommy, and he smiles.

Tommy can’t see the door. There’s no way out. There’s never a way out. He grips the leather rail and forces his eyes back to the bar.

“That was impressive,” the man says, nodding at Tommy’s empty drink. “Never seen you before.”

Tommy suddenly feels like he’s breathing through a straw. “It’s a big city.”

“It is,” the man agrees, “but this isn’t the kind of spot where we get a lot of tourists.”

“I’m not a tourist,” Tommy says. It’s true. It’s not like this is some pleasure cruise. He’s not on top of a double-decker bus taking in the tacky glare of Times Square. He can’t tour the life he should be living; he can only wander through like a ghost.

“New in town, then?” The guy leans in closer, letting his hip graze Tommy’s.

“I’m a dancer,” Tommy says without thinking. He doesn’t know why he says it.

The guy slips his hand into Tommy’s back pocket and squeezes. “Are you?”

No, I’m not. But Tommy is frozen. He can’t take it back now; he can’t even move. The hand on his ass is warm through the thin fabric of his pocket lining, and he can feel himself swelling against his fly.

“Yeah,” he breathes.

The guy slips even closer to Tommy, his pelvis against Tommy’s hip. He reaches up and gently tilts Tommy’s chin to face him. “I bet you are. Look at you.”

Look at you, Champ.

Tommy doesn’t even realize he’s closed his eyes until he feels the man’s mouth on his. The kiss is softer than he might have expected, and Tommy finds himself leaning into it. He lets the guy’s tongue sweep into his open mouth, and he groans. Teeth sink into Tommy’s bottom lip and skate gently backward. The man pulls away, and Tommy opens his eyes.

“What’s your name, baby?” the man asks, voice husky.

“Tommy.” Not Champ. Tommy. I’m Tommy.

“Tommy the dancer,” he says. “I’m Alex.”

“Alex the–”

“Administrative assistant,” Alex finishes for him. For just a second, his confidence cracks. “Not as impressive, but it’s a damn fine alliteration.”

A hesitant smile cracks Tommy’s face. He swallows a laugh. “Hi, Alex.”

“Hi, Tommy,” Alex says, dipping his head for another kiss.

His mouth is hot and cold all at once, warm breath and smoky whiskey and ice. His hands are in motion, turning Tommy toward him by the hips, slipping over Tommy’s chest, anchored on Tommy’s shoulders. When they come up for air, his forehead nods softly against Tommy’s.

“What are you drinking, Tommy the dancer?”

Tommy doesn’t answer right away; Alex presses forward for another kiss, and he can’t fucking think straight.

“Vodka. Vodka soda,” Tommy manages.

Alex turns his head and gestures to the bartender with one hand, letting the other rest at Tommy’s waist. “You’ve got a body to maintain. I understand. I respect it.”

Tommy only nods. He does have a body, and it’s his, his and no one else’s, and he wants Alex to touch it. He wants Alex to touch every inch of him until Doc’s fingerprints are covered over. He wants to run away. He wants another kiss. He wants to scream until his throat is raw.

He wants to leave this bar and go back to an apartment that has his name on the lease and wake up in the morning and go to the studio and feel his body move the way it’s supposed to. He wants Alex to be the guy he texts before he goes to sleep and when he wakes up in the morning. He wants to kiss and fuck and laugh and cry and for all of this to be normal.

He doesn’t want to hide. He wants Tommy the dancer to be real.

“Vodka soda and a Jack and coke,” Alex says over his shoulder, shoving his pelvis against Tommy’s. Tommy’s ass bumps up against a barstool, and Alex smiles. “And where does Tommy the dancer dance?”

He drops his head and scrapes his teeth down Tommy’s throat. Tommy’s head tips backward, and Alex’s fingers tangle in his curls. Tommy feels himself throbbing beneath his zipper; Alex grinds hard against him. Tommy can’t stop the moan that exits his open mouth.

Alex laughs and leans backward. “Sorry. That wasn’t fair.”

The drinks arrive. Both glasses are already sweating. Tommy grabs his and throws at least half of it down his throat.

Alex’s forehead creases. “Hey. You good?”

Tommy nods, coughing against the acid burn of the alcohol in his throat. “Yeah, I’m good.”

He’s not, but who knows if he’ll ever be good again?

The drink shocks him back into semi-awareness. The bar is a shithole. Alex smells like sour sweat. Tommy should slow down. He has to be able to drive Annie home.

But Alex is touching him and no one is watching. No one but Alex is watching Tommy at all.

“Did you have a bad day or something?” Alex asks. His grip softens, and his hand slides gently back to Tommy’s hip.

“Or something,” Tommy mutters. He forces himself to put his drink down. He hopes Alex doesn’t notice the way his hands are shaking.

“Maybe we can make your day better,” Alex says softly. He dips his chin and his brown eyes–fuck, they look like Will’s–are big and needy. Alex doesn’t move closer this time, and Tommy understands: it’s his turn. No one wants to take advantage of the drunk bitch.

“Maybe,” Tommy says, and he wraps his arms around Alex’s neck. He feels heavy and clumsy, but Alex’s smile spreads like butter, and Tommy doesn’t let go.

Alex snakes his arm around Tommy’s body and reaches for his own drink; he takes a sip without breaking eye contact, the glass so close to Tommy’s face that Tommy can almost feel the cold wet on his skin. Like winter air. Like nighttime. Like everything he missed while he was locked away. He can smell the sugar on Alex’s breath. The drink makes its way back to the counter, and Tommy’s mouth makes its way back to Alex’s.

Tommy’s kisses are indelicate and pleading. He reaches for the loosened tie around Alex’s neck and pulls him close, knocking his elbow into his vodka soda.

The drink spills, and the bartender curses, and Alex pulls away, laughing.

“I’d ask if you want to finish your drink,” Alex says, “but it appears to be all over the bar.”

Tommy laughs. Or at least, he hears himself laugh. He can see himself against the bar, like he’s watching it from above. The sweat at his hairline, the nervous fidget of his hands. The beautiful man beside him who doesn’t know that he should run the other direction.

Alex cocks his head. “Well, Tommy the dancer, what would you think about getting out of here?”

Tommy nods. He leans against the barstool while Alex pays their tabs, taking his card when it’s handed to him, and he tries to make sense of what he’s about to do. He’s going to leave this place with a stranger, and he is going to ask that stranger to fuck him. Alex will do it, and they will be the only two people who know it. No one will be watching. There won’t be paid requests or camera angles to consider. Tommy is going to obliterate every memory of what Doc did to him in that glass box.

Or maybe, Tommy will fuck Alex. Not like Doc made him fuck Will. No, he and Alex, they’ll do it face to face. He’ll be able to hear Alex, to see on his face that he wants it. Alex’s brown eyes will be Will’s, and he will forgive Tommy.

Maybe they can do both. They’ll hold each other after. Maybe Tommy can bury himself in Alex’s bed and never come up for air again. That’s what he’s been trained to do, isn’t it? And he’s a good boy. He is. A champ.

“Tommy?”

Tommy jerks when he feels Alex’s hand on his arm.

“Hey, whoa. You sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah,” Tommy says weakly. “Just spaced out there for a minute. Let’s–let’s go.”

“My place isn’t far,” Alex says, pressing a quick kiss to Tommy’s cheek and lacing their hands together. “Noho. Maybe ten minutes walk.”

If Tommy’s life had gone according to plan, he’d know what the fuck Noho is. He might have an apartment there too. He might do things like go to greenmarkets on the weekend and make impossibly charming meals from scratch in his railway kitchen. He’d have a park he lies out in when it gets warm, a bodega where the guy behind the counter knows him. Alex might be his boyfriend, and he wouldn’t have to tell Tommy how long it takes to get to his place because Tommy would already know.

But it doesn’t matter where they’re going. He lets Alex lead him from the bar like the puppy he’s trying hard not to be. He needs someone to show him the way.

They only just make it out the door when Alex stops. He squeezes Tommy’s hand and looks over at him with concern. “Tommy the dancer, you are limping.”

Tommy had forgotten. Half a drink and a few kisses, and he’d let himself forget. He should say it’s a recent injury. Dancers get hurt all the time. But when dancers get hurt, there are orthopedists and physical therapists and fucking doctors. Their ankles don’t get broken and haphazardly set and then broken again. They aren’t made to hold their entire body weight for hours on a tenterhook of crumbling bone.

Tommy isn’t a dancer. He’ll never be a dancer, not ever again. It was stupid to pretend.

Tommy pulls his hand away and ducks his head; he doesn’t want Alex to look at him. Not anymore.

“Tommy? Hey, man, are you–”

Tommy bats Alex’s hand away before it can touch him. “I have to go.”

“What the fuck? What did I–”

“Nothing,” Tommy says to the sidewalk, and his voice splinters as a lump of tears hits his throat. “You didn’t do anything. It’s me–I–I can’t–I just have to go.”

“Are you okay?” Alex asks. “I mean, you don’t seem drunk, but–”

“It isn’t that,” Tommy interrupts. “Please. Let me go.”

But Alex isn’t touching him, and nothing’s really happened. Still, Tommy wants to fall on his knees and beg. It’s all he knows how to do.

“Tommy?”

Tommy shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut. “I can’t do this. I can’t–

Alex’s hand brushes against Tommy’s shoulder, and Tommy screams. Alex jumps back.

Tommy shouldn’t have screamed. He isn't allowed to scream. He isn’t allowed to fight. He knows that better than he knows anything. If Alex wants to take him home, Tommy should let him.

Just now, it doesn’t really look like Alex wants to go anywhere with him at all.

“Fuck! Shit, man. Look, I don’t–is there someone I can call?”

A half-strangled laugh bounces out of Tommy’s mouth, and Alex flinches like it’s hit him in the chest. Who the fuck would he call? His mother? And it’s not like he can interrupt Will and Annie, and fuck if Will wouldn’t think Tommy was reaping what he sowed. And he is, isn’t he? Tommy deserves this. This fucking misery is his just desserts, and for just a second, he’s glad he can feel it. He’s glad he doesn’t have to pretend.

“No, there’s no one,” Tommy says wildly. “And it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t fucking matter.”

“I don’t–”

“It doesn’t matter if I want it,” Tommy cries. “Don’t you know that?”

A few passersby glance at them, and Alex takes another step back. “Jesus Christ.”

Tommy turns away, raking his hands over his face and dragging his tears with them. He can feel the vodka sloshing in his stomach, and his chest burns. He braces himself against the building.

“Look,” Alex says, his voice careful and even, like he’s talking to a spooked animal–which, Tommy supposes, he is. “I don’t know what your deal is, but I don’t feel right just leaving you here.”

“I’m fine,” Tommy murmurs. “You can–you can go.”

“Yeah, sure you are.”

I’m not, Tommy wants to say. But he doesn’t, because what would it accomplish? Alex isn’t going to touch him now, and Tommy still doesn’t know if he wants him to. What does this guy know about him? Nothing. He thinks that Tommy is a dancer. He doesn’t know what Tommy really is, and Tommy can’t tell him. Tommy can’t tell anyone. No one wants to hear. He’s supposed to be better. This is supposed to be easier than it is. But he can feel Alex’s eyes on his back, and it’s like he’s back in the glass box.

He should have just stayed in the truck. He should have sat and stared at his phone and waited for Annie.

He should have gone home with Alex, and now it’s too late. It’s too late for so many things.

Tommy’s phone suddenly buzzes against his hip. He swipes his arm across his eyes and digs into his pocket.

Annie Barker On our way back. Ready when you are.

The screen lights up again.

Annie Barker We’ll wait out front.

“Tommy?”

Another message comes in.

Annie Barker He wants to see you too. <3

“Okay,” Tommy murmurs. He keeps his phone in his hand, keeping his other hand pressed against the wall. “Okay.”

“Look, can I give you my number?” Somehow, Alex hasn’t left him yet. “No funny business, just–will you let me know that you get to wherever you’re going safely? You’re going somewhere, right? You have somewhere to go?”

“Yeah,” Tommy says. He forces himself to stand, and he turns to face Alex, letting his left leg make up for his right. He doesn’t look up. “I’m sorry,” he says softly.

“Tommy the dancer,” Alex says softly. Tommy feels him move closer again, but Alex doesn’t touch him. “I’m sorry. For whatever it is that happened to you.”

He reaches his hand out, and Tommy hands over his phone, letting his fingertips crest softly over the heel of Alex’s palm when he draws away. Alex taps in his number and hands it back.

“Will you make it okay?” Alex asks.

“I’ll be okay.” It’s what Tommy’s meant to say, even if he doesn’t know how to believe it. “Really.”

“Make sure you let me know that you are,” Alex says.

Tommy slips his phone into his pocket and taps it against his hip. “I will.”

Alex leaves him then, and this time, it’s Tommy who watches. He waits until he can’t see Alex anymore, and then he heads back toward the train, his gait slower and more stilted than when he started. Every step is a reminder of what he’s lost, but he is still standing, and Will is waiting for him.

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#the kennel #tommy mahoney oc #is really not having his very best day #or series of days #but alex the bar guy is there to help #kind of #look this is tommy just letting himself feel what he feels for a minute #and he deserves that #tw past noncon #next time will and annie will have a date and it will be cute and soft and adorable #but for now #pain

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dapg-otmebytheballs · 1 month

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what is your fav green day song? :D

hehe :3 you're so sweet to ask, brandy oof

Usually when I'm recommending a song to someone new I go with Jesus of Suburbia or Macy's Day Parade, Warning is my favourite album, but on a more personal level Lazy Bones is my favourite!

It feels like it talks about mental health crises in a very real and grounded way but it also conveys so much in so little? "I can't sleep tonight cause I'm so tired" "I'm too sick to throw up" it's so accurate in the descriptions, when I'm feeling like utter shit I feel so seen by this song, because so often it doesn't quite feel like being "sad" exactly, it's like you're existing on a whole different plane of existence where nothing seems to be working, nothing seems to be going right, and the agony is on the face of it pretty boring and mindnumbing rather than necessarily explosive.

Also the line "It's good to see you but I really must admit, there's an odour in the air and I think you look like shit" 👌🏼👌🏼 like when you somehow manage to gather enough energy to meet a friend while you're struggling with things as simple as a shower and it's like not shying away from the ugly parts of these struggles. Like yeah you're stinking and you're a mess but yk what? Your friends are still glad to see you at the end of the day, and the song likewise feels like it's giving you company without sugarcoating AND without expectations. It has also given me the strength to do these small bits of self care every so often when I heard it 😅

I love this song sm it feels like a hug when you need it the most

#asks #send me your favourite green day song + why you like it

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demondwellersword · 1 year

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i’m not the one you’re taking home

joey wheeler x f!reader

warnings: angst without a happy ending

song: dancing on my own by robyn

notes: yes i’m the #1 joey wheeler defender but also the inspiration was just too good

Joey didn’t really know what he was doing here. Maybe he was just trying to prove a point to himself. Maybe he just wanted to torture himself more with the idea that you’d moved on so easily while he was still stuck at home pouring over your old messages. Either way he found himself parking his car along the street, carelessly crossing it to reach the front doors of the club the two of you used to frequent.

He ambled over to the bar and ordered a whiskey sour, running a hand through his unwashed hair as he took a seat at the end and let his eyes scan through the writhing mass of bodies that covered the dance floor. How’d I ever even do this shit before? He wondered to himself. This place sucks.

And yet still he felt a pang of sadness as the bass thumped through his body, remembering the nights you spent here together, dancing and laughing and enjoying each other’s company. He’d never been one for clubs but somehow you’d changed his mind, always able to perfectly sense the exact moment he wanted to go back home.

Joey sighed and gulped down his drink, feeling the warmth spread through his body as he entered the crowd. He moved his body to the beat with all the enthusiasm of a corpse, his eyes constantly scanning the crowd for any sign of you. Every girl who ground her body against his and yelled drunken flirtations at him just made him sick to his stomach, wearing down his will to find you even more.

He shoved his way through the crowd, finally breaking out to a less crowded area near a flight of stairs that led up to the owners’ offices. There were a few people passed out on the higher stairs, but he was able to spot an empty place to sit near the middle. From his new vantage point he could see more of the club than before, though there was still no sign of you. He checked his phone, vowing to give it ten more minutes before he called it quits and went home.

As one song faded into the next he was struck by the opening chords to one of your favorites, an upbeat pop song with a beat you’d always loved to dance with him to. His chest tightened as he remembered one of his favorite nights with you, when thunderstorms had rolled in and you’d decided to have a date night inside. The two of you made dinner together, practicing Duel Monsters with dessert. When he’d started doing the dishes you’d pulled out your portable speaker, drawing him away from the sink to dance with you in the kitchen. Even now he swore it was the happiest he’d ever been, and one stupid mistake had brought it all to a screeching halt.

Joey could feel heat spreading across his cheeks and tears prickling in his eyes, his heart thumping a lovesick rhythm in his chest. He tried to plan a quick escape from the club, but as his eyes searched for the familiar red glow of an exit sign he finally spotted you.

You were sitting alone at the bar in your favorite outfit, sipping on a drink he couldn’t see. The seat next to you was empty, but it was clear that you were waiting for someone to return to it. Joey leaned forward against the railing to get a better view, his stomach churning as he waited to see who you’d come with.

It seemed as if the crowd had parted for someone, reforming as soon as they passed through. The person stopped at the edge of the dance floor, checking their phone then looking up at the bar. When they turned Joey caught a look at their face, and it felt as if someone had just stabbed him in the chest.

None other than Seto Kaiba himself was taking a seat next to you, sharply dressed in a button-down shirt and tight pants that probably cost more than a year of Joey’s rent. You leaned your head against Kaiba’s arm, tapping your glass against the one that had just been set down in front of him. The two of you exchanged a few words, then you smiled at him and leaned over to kiss him.

Joey didn’t know what to do. All he could do was sit on the stair in shock, watching as you excitedly pulled Kaiba out to the dancefloor. He felt like he had even less of an idea of why he’d come here in the first place, but he guessed it leaned more toward torture than anything else. Part of him wished he was brave enough to do something about it, but he guessed that everyone had always been right about him; he was nothing more than a coward, a dog running away with its tail tucked between its legs. If he hadn’t learned it back then he’d surely learned it now: no matter what, he was no match for Seto Kaiba.

#yugioh #yu gi oh #yu-gi-oh #joey wheeler x reader #joey wheeler #katsuya jonouchi x reader #katsuya jonouchi #yugioh x reader #yu-gi-oh x reader #x reader #x reader fanfiction

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neopuppy · 7 months

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sorry sorry i started caring less ab the neos after sungtaro were basically kicked out, sm really threw me off

like i still like them but i haven't engaged with their content in a while, so i guess i don't like them as an nctzen anymore

valid, kinda, yes

I reallllllllly have no expectations as a fan anymore, its quite sad. I described it the other day as an abusive relationship: their company abuses them and I feel the affect of that as a fan. thats an extreme way to put it but honestly feels like that atp..

like I fully understand dropping nct, especially when compared to other groups bc MANNNN, its brutal out here, but I cant. unfortunately I am very very attached to my fav members and I genuinely love their music, like so so so so much. I’m not one of the fans that thinks streaming/numbers are a big deal, I stream for the enjoyment of music, and I hate ‘caring’(?) about mistreatment/poor management but here I am, suffering bc they suffer. angry bc I want better for them, I want better for me as someone who supports them, I want what I saw other fans get from their groups- but thats asking for too much with SM.

I have a lot of disdain toward SM acts to follow nct too, essentially they are the reason nct gets the shit end of the stick now. I saw it happen to exo and I suffered with them and going through it with nct was not really a part of my plans…. sucks that sungtaro are in a group I refuse to support now. I am completely done with kpop after nct(and enha). mostly bc kpop is a very expensive ‘hobby’ if you stan SM groups- not catered for western audiences at all. like these people cant even take some educational courses on what not to say to start wars and rage within the fandom…..every week with the weight and skin tone commentary that I’m tired of hearing excuses for atp lmao, and lets not start on all the culture appropriation. why excuse it? they are all willingly ignorant…. but god forbid we disrespect their culture in any way tho!!!!🤔

idk if I’ll ever drop nct, the members themselves would have to do something I can’t ignore or brush aside. its not their fault that SM has ruined their concept and torn apart the fandom time and time again. sigh… being an nctzen is hard💔

#asks

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m0llygunn · 5 months

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oh but it does ruin the friendship. ~the angst commences~ imagine him toying around with someone, only because his own life is so difficult to control and he’s sick of it. he’s sick of his life being so unpredictable and troubled, so he resorts to using someone else’s to play around and have fun with. he’s the puppet master and the poor person just takes it because they actually love eddie💔💔💔he wants to kiss them one night (because he feels particularly unlovable that day so what better way to release the pain by inviting his ‘friend’ over) and tells them exactly that, “a little kiss wouldn’t hurt our friendship”

so they kiss. and it all goes to shit. they go off on eddie, “i can’t do this anymore! you’re playing with my feelings and it hurts me so much…do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?! i can’t stick around you anymore, i’m out of here,”

and then eddie is left to think about what he’s done.

anyway sorry for the random story, i was just thinking about it cuz i sure love me some angst <///3 and i think it’s interesting to look into a side of eddie that wouldn’t be particularly likable. lmk what u think tho. do u think eddie would come to develop actual real feelings for this person? would he even apologize at all and would it even work out?

ok i’m done now hope u have a good day :) ✨

nono don't apologize i love the story, thank you!! also i love the puppet master analogy, obviously because of master of puppets, but also because I used to be a puppeteer at a local theatre company!! you're speaking my language lol

i'm just gonna put a read more here so that this isn't a long post, and clickable link here to the referenced post!

I also really like the whole 'unlikable' kind of characters thing, and especially with Eddie's background, I always think that him serving those sorts of motifs produces very fascinating storylines. Canonically he has such strong redeeming qualities, that I think giving him some bad qualities never seems all that terrible, plus its just fun and interesting to read! In terms of how it would end, in my opinion, I think it definitely depends! Sorry thats kind of a bad answer but it could go so many ways? Like in some scenarios it could be the catalyst to them getting together, but it also could be the catalyst of things going really wrong if Eddie isn't willing to change. I also think that if Eddie were to pick on someone it would be because he already likes them to start with, so he would have to go through a lot of internal processes to come into his own, and eventually be able to move forward for sure!

Side note— I've actually been working on a sort of 'morally grey' characterization so I'm interested which ending is your preference? Like angst angst or happy ending? (my thing's already written, I just haven't had it in me to edit it, but spoiler its kind of like those movies where nothing happens but everything changes, but also nothing changes? very unproductive storyline but I think that in itself is valuable because life follows that storyline quite frequently).

I read a fic before kind of like your story so i just went for a deep dive looking for it lol I think you might like it! You can click here for it :) This one is from Eddie's pov so theres a lot of his internal processes, and I think it's just a good read.

Another fic that comes to mind is a series. It's a bully!eddie three part-er (i think) with a pick your own ending (which i think is soso cool and you don't see very often), so maybe you'd want to check that out too! Link is here for that one! I also like how this one gives a preface to why Eddie becomes a 'bully' and I just really like the story in general!

If either links don't work, let me know! I'll probably reblog them after this too :)

sorry this was so long omg, but thank you again for sending me your story, I truly appreciate it and love it sm!! (also i saw your other ask and I want to write something for it but it might take me a while with exams and everything come up, sorry!)

#asks #fic recs

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i always think how is Asa so well-versed with weapons n shit like he can perfectly throw knives, he has a--IS THAT A FUCKING AR-15?! he is literally strapped, would never caught him lacking-but it makes me wonder where tf does he get this shit cause aren't you a professor sir? long ago i read some headcanon written by someone (cant remember the name :( ) that he mightve been in the military or ex-military before he decided to do his bug study shit and the idea doesnt seem too far fetched since i feel like it can explain how he was able to obtain his weapons (armory?) and probably set up traps

and the way he treats his dogs, so well trained, like a police dog

i love asa sm its just so curious to think of his backstory or just how bug dilf got trained or some shit

thoughts? im super curious what you think!

I LOVE MAKING HEADCANONS ABOUT WHY HES SO COMBAT TRAINED

The gun, I’m pretty sure he snagged it from one of the mercs he killed? It took me tons of watches to pick that up but I’m PRETTY SURE he took it off the body and stashed it downstairs (I could be totally wrong I’m sorry) but either way he’s not an excellent shot with it because he emptied the whole magazine and didn’t manage to kill anyone LOL

But watching him use that knife for the first time DROPPED my panties in an instant, he’s SO TALENTED WITH IT 😳😳😳

I can see him being ex-military! Maybe he went in for four years immediately before or after college? Anyhow my favorite explanation for his hand-to-hand skills is that in his late twenties - late thirties, he travelled extensively abroad doing field work for the company he worked for and during that time, he took quite a few self defense and combat classes for peace of mind, because he and whatever nerdy little team of entomologists he was traveling with were carrying some pretty expensive equipment, and his ego couldn’t handle it if they got, y’know, robbed at knifepoint.

Additionally, still purely in headcanon territory, Asa was able to hone his combat skills in the years preceding his collector arc because he’d already been kidnapping people for years. Nothing close to the scale in the movies, and he didn’t usually kill his victims, (I like to think he did this abroad too on vacations and such so he wasn’t bringing it home with him so to speak,) but he had about a decade of practice handling combative victims before the events of the franchise, so he knows his way around a knife very well (and also how to execute the perfect sleeper hold :v)

#asa emory #the collector #the collection

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🧜‍♂️ FUCK UNDERSTAFFING!! i’m not mad at my coworkers for calling in, but i wish they hadn’t because today (9/4) was a COMPLETE GODDAMN FUCKING NIGHTMARE!!!! a bit of background: my SM who is super cool and sweet and has a good amount of experience is serving as interim district manager for a few months, leaving the ASM in charge of the store until like november or some bullshit and bringing in an old shift lead to serve as ASM instead. now i don’t really know if i dislike my ASM because i transferred to my current store from a different location not too long ago, but regardless the man clearly does not fucking know or maybe doesn’t fucking care how much of a shitshow closing shifts can be because he keeps scheduling like fucking 3 people to close, max, and we keep staying late anyway even when everyone who’s scheduled shows up, like, we might get lucky and leave at 11:45 instead of 11:30. my new store is fucking huge, especially compared to the dinky kiosk i used to work in, but in general, this has to be one of the biggest *$ i’ve ever SEEN at all. so anyways, i wasn’t even scheduled to actually fucking close today, but all of the closets called out, so i ended up not only extending to close but coming in an hour early, too, picking up an entire two fucking hours already. the mid shift manager doesn’t finish all her fucking Manager Shit she’s supposed to do, so the entire shift, my closing manager (who is actually super sweet and i like him) has to pick up her slack and basically can’t help us with anything the whole shift. at close, it’s just me, a noob to the store in particular, my coworker A, a noob to the whole company as in even newer than i am at that specific store, and my manager, who i think is the newest manager too. not only that, but we’re behind on prep, my manager has to pull food out to defrost, like, he has a whole bunch of shit that he has to do for closing AND the leftover work from mid. so it’s basically me and my noob ass coworker closing the entire store by our fucking selves and we can’t even blame our lead because he’s doing his best and working his fucking ass off too. we ended up staying an entire fucking two hours late, ON TOP OF THE TWO HOURS I PICKED UP BEFORE AND AFTER MY SCHEDULED SHIFT, and my coworker and i ended up not taking our breaks even though our led told us to take our breaks because we both just wanted to get all our fucking closing tasks done and go home already, which is illegal, i know. but like idfk what to even do. we need to join the union so fucking bad, maybe if our store unionised we might not get fucked over so hard and so consistently at closing and in general. i wish i could fucking quit this job but the free coffee is nice the free therapy slaps and i need the money and don’t have the energy to fucking job search. i’m ready to explode lowkey fml

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I would like to hear some of the oc knowledge

You're in the right place :)

So Spade has a lot of ocs and HOPEFULLY I won't miss any! (If I do I'll just reblog this with the missing ones info)

Bot Parent - I think I know the least about them but they are VERY important. The most important maybe. While they don't have an official name or design just yet, they've certainly got plenty of involvement in lore!!!

They are, in a way, the head creator of staff bots and a majority of the animatronics.(?) Except Happy specifically, there might be others they don't have involvement with. Once very likable and quite skrunky to "I am going to make all the animatronics capable of feeling pain, maybe next I'll fuck over that blackhole guy in the theater some more"

Boomerang - It was made to test the limitations of the animatronics. Stretchy arms, chest compartment(?), did I mention they're HUGE? Now it roams the staff tunnels/garbage area because, as you'll find with a few others, Fazbear Entertainment just threw these whole ass animatronics away and didn't bother to dismantle them. (Boomerang isn't their official name but shh)

White Sun - MY SKRINKY. LITERALLY MY FAVORITE OF THESE GUYS. I LOVE WHITE SM. So White was the first Daycare Attendant ever in the history of ever. Originally, they were made to keep lost children company in the Lost and Found, but eventually Fazbear Entertainment made a small daycare area for them to reside in. At first, kids could draw all over White without a care, but after the daycare was officially built, that feature was removed. As the Superstar Daycare got more popular, White ended up getting scrapped entirely in favor of making new attendants. So now they wander the trash area!!!

Also, White was Monty's punching bag back in the day, and a "hug" turned crush seems to have factored in to the decision to scrap them. So ... Physical contact is a bit iffy for them!

Stellar - The dog. The fucking thing. It lurks in the same places Boomerang does, but it isn't really that sapient or sentient. I mean, definitely sentient to a degree, but that's all. It was built to be the next Daycare Attendant, but is HEAVILY flawed and not a lot of care was put into their programming.

Stellar is pretty fuckin big and it has a chest compartment just like Boomerang. Also, it hates the color yellow but loves purple. It is based on a blackhole!

Chip - She's similar to Crescent and Star in the sense that she was a DCA's assistant! But she was only around for 2 months due to a.. incident with some dude. A mauling. I think the guy lived but unfortunately Chip was scrapped despite the DCA she was bonded to trying to convince them not to.

And guess what! Bot Parent programmed her I believe and they were just SO CONFIDENT in Bot Parent's capabilities they didn't do a test run. Which led to the mauling. Dumb bitches

Happy - My anti-blorbo. Happy is a blackhole show host type animatronic that works in the Superstar Theater! He's gone through shit and has horrible coping mechanisms.

By that I mean he mostly takes out his feelings on those around him, which is Star (we'll get to them in a moment). An absolute CUNT to Star. Eventually his mental state gets worse and worse and BOOM, Bot Parent steps in and fucks him over more somehow!

I think he'd sound like Markiplier. That's not lore, just a personal thing.

Comet - Oh, Comet, my sweet child. They see Star(again, in a moment!!) as their sibling!!! Comet themselves has stretchy limbs, is present strong, and assists in general construction around the pizzaplex. Like... Setting shit up and what not.

Unfortunately they aren't too aware of the Happy bullying but if they were I think they'd beat the shit out of him

Star - AH YES, STAR, MY SECOND FAVORITE CHILD/HJ. Since we both have ocs named Star we started calling it's Supernova/Prima Donna (this one) and mine Jupiter/Bee! That doesn't have anything to do with the lore I just thought it was silly.

Ok, Lore. Due to Happy BEING AN ASS, they ended up taking after his shit personality. A big bully who secretly longs for companionship (not explicitly stated I think but from our roleplays I can tell NVNB). They're very lightweight but strong... Yet fragile. Also, they have wings! They can fly!!!! Aand they ALSO have a cool weapon they can shift into anything!! I know how it works in my head but my brain juices are evaporating, just know it's really cool.

Star really just needs a real friend, man. God.

Spider - SPIDERRR *goes feral* Spider is such a homo. A gay.

They were made for the Lost and Found area, taking over White's original purpose. Though... They somehow ended up falling in love with Sun and Moon. You have no idea how adorable the three of them are.

Spider also has their own room where they "collect" things that are never picked up from the Lost and Found area!!

Due to a roleplay one of their nicknames is Fish and their room is called the Fish Bowl.

So far I don't know of anything bad happening to Spider! Haha I sure hope that doesn't change :')

So yea that's the lore :) so far :)))

#fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #fnaf #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #fnaf oc #fnaf security breach oc #friends oc #silly stuff

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