#don’t make them weird again Marvel I’m tired

[hawkzeyes]

I’m losing my mind. He is so pretty. I’m losing it. He is so pretty. He is so pretty I’m losing it.

#where’s Bobbi #IS HE USING ASL HERE #don’t make them weird again Marvel I’m tired #black widow #Hawkeye #Clint Barton #Natasha romanoff #Clint beloved #marvel #marvel comics

[antiquarianfics]

Shower

Sometimes it's all you can do to breathe. Sometimes you need a little help--even with the basics. Bucky's happy to help.

A/N: This is a completely self-indulgent comfort fic. Genre: Fluff / Rating: PG Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader Warnings: Themes of mental illness, nudity. Note: I do not own the character Bucky Barnes or any other Marvel affiliated characters.

You do not have permission to copy or repost my work; however, feel free to like, comment, and reblog.

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If you were being perfectly honest with yourself, you knew this was pathetic: lying on the bathroom floor, nibbling on a half eaten pop tart, and listening to the shower run.

“Not only am I gross,” you think, “I’m wasting perfectly good water.”

You sigh, willing yourself to stand up, to shower, to not eat on the bathroom floor. But you can’t.

Depression is weird like that, taking seemingly simple, inconsequential tasks and turning them into battles. You certainly didn’t lie on the bathroom floor, eating pop tarts, while listening to the shower run when you were mentally well.

The truth was: You just got back from a mission. A run of the mill recon mission. You were in, you were out. You did your job. But now you were sweaty, and sore, and unable to do anything for the benefit of yourself. Helping other people? No problem? Helping yourself? Mission: Impossible.

You groan, pulling your towel under your head for minimal neck support as you stare at the ceiling. You can see where condensation slowly develops and drips from the fan, and if you turn your head, you can see the fogged up mirror.

“I’ve been here a while,” you note.

You pull out your phone, checking the time. 9:04 PM. You don’t know when you got back, when you turned on the shower, when you dropped to the floor. The time tells you nothing.

You groan again, throwing your arm across your eyes. You’re tired, and you’re positive you could fall asleep here on the bathroom floor. You know you shouldn’t, but you could… and you haven’t been sleeping in your bed… and you let yourself drift off.

Banging. You wake to banging. No—knocking. You wake to knocking. As you come to, you realize someone is knocking on the bathroom door. You don’t have it in you to stand and open it. You never undressed anyway, lying on the floor in your tac suit, so you call out “unlocked!” and watch as the doorknob twists and the door is cautiously opened.

“Y/N?” The intruder calls softly with concern lacing each syllable of your name.

You groan in response, letting your arm fall from your face as your eyes flutter open. You look up to be met with the ever so concerned blue eyes of your best friend: Bucky Barnes. As he makes eye contact with you on the floor, eyes drawn downward at your groan, eyebrows scrunched in confusion, he opens his mouth to say something before seeming to think better of it.

“Can I come in?” He asks cautiously after a moment.

You nod and he slips into the bathroom, gently closing the door behind him. He lets himself sink to the floor beside you, pulling your head into his lap both to accommodate his large size in your small bathroom and in an attempt to comfort you. He lets his hand fall to your hair, quietly playing with it. You hum contentedly, eyes fluttering closed again, and you’re grateful he hasn’t begun interrogating you even though you know he’s confused.

Maybe 5 minutes pass in silence. Your mind is finally somewhat at ease from the comfort Bucky brings you, but you know he deserves an explanation as to why he’s on your bathroom floor holding you while the shower runs.

“I…” you start, trailing off before clearing your throat nervously and trying again. “I know this is weird. I can explain.”

Bucky shakes his head, raising an eyebrow. “You don’t have to, Doll. Lord knows I don’t always explain to you the weird things I do when I…” have an episode, he was going to say. He doesn’t want to call this an episode, though. He’s still not sure what this is. “We all deal with post-mission stress differently,” he says instead.

You huff. “I wish I was doing this because of mission stress.”

Bucky doesn’t respond, just watches patiently as he continues to run his fingers through your hair. He refuses to force anything out of you you’re not ready to share; after all, you never force him to spit his feelings out.

“Bucky, I… I’m not doing well.”

The admittance takes you off guard. You hadn’t even acknowledged to yourself that you weren’t doing well. You’d been avoiding that simple truth, that small detail.

“Yeah. Healthy people don’t generally run up the water bill while they snack on the floor,” Bucky teases gently. You are aware there’s no malice behind his words; he’s just trying to lighten the mood. You cringe, though, when you realize he had noticed the pop tart wrapper and the clear lack of pop tart. Bucky notices you cringe, though, and his light smile drops.

“How can I help, Doll?”

You shake your head. “You don’t have-”

“I want to,” he cuts you off.

You swallow nervously, but nod. You’ll let him help you.

“I, uh. Can you…” you scrunch your eyes, grounding yourself despite your embarrassment. “Can you help me shower?” You choke out the words, hoping he maybe missed them and will leave you on the bathroom floor to sulk.

Bucky smiles encouragingly, not showing any signs that he is bothered or uncomfortable with the request. Instead of running and leaving you to your self-destructive tendencies, he helps you sit up before standing himself, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your own feet. Gently he helps you out of your tac suit that clings to your body uncomfortably from sweat both from the mission and the steamy bathroom. Once your suit is removed, he helps you pull off your sports bra and shimmy out of your underwear. It’s intimate, yes, but it’s not at all sexual. You can’t help but curse yourself for letting the first time he saw you like this be under these circumstances. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You bite your lip anxiously, closing your eyes as you wrap your arms around yourself in a self conscious hug.

Bucky’s gaze is 100% respectful. He keeps his eyes on your face, or the back of your head when you’re turned around, only letting his gaze drop to help you out of your constricted clothing.

He finally helps you step into the shower, pulling the curtain closed as you step in. You let yourself stand under the water, staring at the wall in front of you. Your thoughts are running a million miles an hour and are also nonexistent at the same time. You wish you knew how you could think about everything and nothing at the same time.

You hear a soft clinking sound that you’re sure is Bucky unbuckling his belt. Then you hear the sliding of his jeans down his legs, and the gentle grunt he lets out while he takes off his shirt. You’re not sure because you can’t see, but you’re pretty sure you hear him fold his clothes and yours to set neatly on the counter. Finally, he pulls the shower curtain back a little to step in himself.

He smiles reassuringly at you, keeping his eyes on yours. You force a small smile onto your own lips in response.

He’s still in his boxers, protecting his modesty for your sake. You can’t help but feel a little disappointed but you shake your head, chasing those thoughts out of your mind. He’s just your friend—your best friend—and he’s only doing you a favor. As a friend. Not his girlfriend.

Bucky’s eyebrows scrunch together in concern as he watches you shake your head, obviously distraught.

“Hey, hey. Sweetheart, look at me,” he says, resting his palm on your cheek. You look at him. “Are you alright?” He asks, searching your eyes for any indication that you’re not.

You only nod. He eyes you suspiciously but drops the subject. Instead, he reaches behind you for your shampoo, squirting some into his hand, before letting his hands fall into your hair, slowly massaging the shampoo into your scalp.

Bucky quietly washes you, stepping back only to let you wash your more intimate parts. His hands on your body are intoxicating. His right is calloused and rough from decades of use and his left is smooth and and warmed from the water, but they’re both so gentle as they run along your body. When he finishes bathing you, he lets his arms drop to his side, and you immediately miss his touch. He looks anxious and unsure of himself for the first time since entering your bathroom, and you realize it’s because he suddenly isn’t sure what to do with himself. Without thinking much about it, you give him a new task.

You step forward into him, wrapping your arms around his torso and resting your cheek against his chest. The action surprises him, but he almost immediately wraps his own arms around you, holding you close. He plants a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“I’ve got ‘ya, sweetheart,” he assures. “I’ve got you.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #marvel x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader fluff #bucky x you #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x you #bucky x fem!reader #bucky x g!n reader #bucky x female!reader #bucky barnes fluff #fluff #marvel #marvel fluff

[hardbeingcasual]

NEVER BEEN WORSE! / PETER PARKER

♪ DELICATE, TAYLOR SWIFT / MARVEL MASTERLIST / MASTERLIST

pairings. mcu! peter parker x reader

warnings. mentions of wounds idk

summary. peter isn’t so good at keeping secrets from you.

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Peter Parker was not good at secrets, but he was good at hiding his web slinging identity didn’t he?

Or so he thought.

He had no idea you have known about his secret identity for weeks. Every time he had shown up to class, he had an extra bruise under his eye. He just blamed it on him being clumsy, which you believed for a while.

That’s until Peter showed up one day with cuts allover his face, your suspicions started to increase.

Then you caught onto his act. Why was his skin all scraped and bloody all the time? Every time you guys had plans did he ended up making some lame excuse. You thought he wanted nothing to do with you, you thought he didn’t want to he your friend anymore.

But you connected the dots, him acting suspicious and sneaking off, whenever you went over to his Aunt Mays he was never there. Both him and Ned acting weird whenever you walk over to them mid conversation, it made so much sense.

Currently you were in your room, at your desk with Peter next to you, you were both studying for a test in a few but if you were being completely honest you weren’t studying at all, you were clicking your pen constantly which raised Peter’s suspicion.

“You okay?” He asks, eyeing you carefully.

You don’t reply, but you drop your pen onto your desk and spin your chair round to look at him. “Were ever going to tell me?” You question.

“…Tell you what?”

You lean closer to him, to whisper so your parents didn’t overhear your conversation. “That you’re Spider-Man.”

Peter started stuttering at your words, “What? I’m not Spider-Man, what makes you think that?”

“The sneaking off, the bruises, the cuts and scratches you always have on your cheekbones. I notice every detail about you, even if it’s the tiniest thing.” You confess, your eyes never leaving his.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to get hurt, I don’t want anything happening to you if I told you.” He apologises, running his hands through his hair as he stands up, you following after him.

You hesitate for a moment before placing your hands on both of his cheeks, Peter’s hands going to your shoulders. “The only thing thats hurting me is you keeping secrets from me.”

“I’m sor—” You shake your head, stopping him from apologising.

“Don’t apologise.”

“Sor- I almost done it there again.” He laughs making you join him. Too caught up in the moment you both never realised how closer to eachother you got. You could feel his breath on your face making your face flush the colour of his Spider-Man suit.

“Can I—” You never let him finish his sentence again, nodding quickly.

Peter captures your lips with his, you swore you felt a surge of electric glide from his mouth into yours. Its slow, but passionate. He’s patient with you, one of his hands moving to your waist and one of your hands moving to his neck.

You both pulled apart catching your breath as you leaned your forehead against his, making him wince.

You panic slightly, “Whats wrong?”

You move the hair from his forehead, seeing a purple bruise on his forehead. “It’s okay.” He tries to assure you.

You kiss the part of the temple where he had the bruise, making him smile at you. It’s like his pain went away.

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#NOTES even she (me) was weirded tf out 😭😭😭😭😭 / not proof read i’m 2 tired to read over it , it is 4:30 am

#peter parker x reader #mcu peter parker x reader #marvel cinematic universe #mcu fanfic #marvel fanfic #spiderman fanfic #spiderman x reader #tom holland spiderman #tom holland #tom holland x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker one shot #marvel one shot #marven fanfiction

[scfrozenover]

It's day three and we're back with another helping of delicious fics! If you enjoy them, please let the creators know through kudos and comments!

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DAY THREE REVEALS

A Rose for Christmas

[David/Patrick, Ted/Alexis, M, 12,744 words]

“David! I’m good, okay? Stop freaking out. I have news.” The roar of blood rushing through his head has subsided enough that he can actually hear her now. Alexis sounds… nervous?

“What's your news?” He asks carefully. Maybe she's being held hostage, and that's why she's acting so weird? He wills his breathing to calm down so he can focus.

She sighs dramatically. “You have to promise not to freak out, okay? I know how you get.”

“‘How I get’ — fuck off Alexis, just tell me your news.”

“I'm getting married.”

David takes some time away from his big city life to come help his little sister plan her wedding. He doesn't count on falling head over heels for the handsome, small town best man.

*❄️*

You taught me everything I know about exterior illumination

[David/Patrick, T, 2,707 words]

Patrick hangs the outside Christmas decor. Turns out that he and David weren't quite on the same page about the aesthetic. A little bit of arguing, a little bit of spiraling, and a whole lot of these boys trying to make each other happy. Happy Holidays!

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Holiday Rosé

[David/Patrick, T, 2,620 words]

David and Patrick are celebrating their first Christmas together. The Roses and Brewers are in town, Patrick wants to make everything perfect, and David has feelings about a holiday classic.

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[podfic] Slapshot

[David/Patrick, E, 1:41:21]

"It was marvelous and David felt his mouth water as he watched Patrick swing a big hammer thing and hit a large tire with it. It was mesmerizing, watching the swing of Patrick’s arms as the hammer arched through the air. Watching as it bounced off and Patrick stroked the handle, grabbing it under the head as he swung it again. David could see the muscles in his shoulders and back ripple with the movement."

Another installment of the hockey bfs au that I decided we all needed. Patrick decides that he wants to try bottoming.

Slapshot: A slapshot is the hardest shot to make in hockey. The player brings the stick back to shoulder height or higher, then swings it down and slaps the stick against the ice to bend it, using that motion like a spring to then hit the puck hard. When the stick hits the puck, the player must roll their wrist and shift their weight to push the energy through the stick and into the puck.

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CREATORS: If your works were released today, please don’t forget to update your posting date!

#schitt's creek #scfrozenover #sc fanworks #sc fanfic #schitts creek #sc frozenover #sc frozen over #patrick brewer #david rose #ted mullens #alexis rose #sc podfic

[afewbitsandpieces]

Deltarune Text Project Update #3

(View WIP Text Project Here)  

After far too long, here’s another update to the Deltarune Text Project - 99% Complete edition!

To Recap:

- There is actually several pieces of dialogue that I have tried to get, but otherwise cannot get anymore because I don’t know the conditions, or some sort of internal data prevents me from getting it again:    - Kris’s name on 1st save file: If I remember right, this has to do with getting completion data on Chapter 1, so since I’ve finished Chapter 1 several times by now, I can no longer get this.    - Green File Select screen in Chapter 1: Essentially the same as the above.    - The last Weird Route Save Point dialogue won’t show up again, presumably because it’s already been completed once before.

There is also several pieces of battle dialogue that I’m not sure can actually be gotten, or I otherwise don’t know how to trigger them in-game:

- Rudinn:    - Rudinn is alright with not fighting. [Spare conditions met]

- Hathy:    - Hathy's beat slows. [Tired]    - Hathy is skipping beats. [Spare conditions met]

- Jigsawry:    - Jigsawry looks happy about its life. [Spare conditions met]

- Ponman:    - Ponman is sleeping soundly. [Sleepy]

- K. Round:    - K.Round looks weak. [Tired]    - K.Round's shuffle becomes lethargic. [Low HP]

- Rabbick:    - You and Ralsei warned Rabbick about Susie. The enemy went on guard... [Warned]    - Rabbick is now nice and clean. [Spare conditions met]

- Clover:    - Clover seems to be getting along with herselves. [Spare conditions met]

- Lancer 2:    - Huh? What was that? [After Susie blocks Lancer's ears from "The Final Blow of Kindness"]

- Rudinn Ranger:    - Rudinn Ranger seems totally flattered. [Spare conditions met]

- Head Hathy:    - Head Hathy blocked the way! [Encounter]    - Head Hathy's beat slows. [Tired]    - Head Hathy is skipping beats. [Spare conditions met]

- Jevil:    - JEVIL got more TIRED! [Hypnosis, if JEVIL is not sufficiently tired]

- Werewire:    - Werewire swung in! [Encounter]    - Werewire and Maus swung down like stringed superheroes! [Unused encounter with Maus]

- Ambyu-Lance:    - Ambyu-Lance and its pet appeared! [Encounter with ?]

- Maus:    - Smells like wood shavings. [Neutral]    - Maus would like to go to its favorite bistro in this marvelous city. [Neutral]

- Spamton:    - $VAULES$ (rarely)

- Swatchling:    - Please enjoy this complimentary shockwave. [Red]    - What? The lasagna has some kind of explosive in it? [Blue, rare]

IN ADDITION: Like the Undertale Text Project, there's now an “X. Miscellaneous” folder of interesting things in the game:   - Chapter & Route Stat Changes (’Power’ Section)   - Character Spells (’Power’ Section)   - Character Titles (’Power’ Section)   - Configuration   - ‘Everyman’ Sightings & Mentions   - Game Over Screens   - ICE-E Sightings & Mentions   - Items     - 1. Equippable Items     - 2. Healing Items     - 3. Light World Weapons & Armor     - 4. Throwing Away Items     - 5. Miscellaneous Items     - 6. In-Battle Descriptions     - X. Key Items (& Lancer)     - X2. Too Many Items   - Missing An Attack   - Sans’s Number   - Save Point Messages   - Toriel Phone Calls

If any of you feel that there’s something else that deserves it’s own folder in the Miscellaneous section, feel free to let me know!

With all that said, if there are any suggestions to make such as missing screencaps to get (and how to get them), folder naming suggestions, etc., feel free to let me know.

(By the way, if you’re [rightfully] wondering why this took so long, it’s a couple of things: one is that both chapters put together are surprisingly long, two is that I don’t have useful tools like an in-game script, save file editing, and room/event numbers like for Undertale, three is that so far I’m going at this completely alone instead of having a group effort, and four is that at one point I kinda just got burnt out and needed a temporary break after so many replays lol)

(By the way #2: For SOME reason, updating the Chapter 2 folder is claiming there’s “upload problems” with 9 out of the total 10593 files and I have zero idea which files those are, so if someone manages to find a spot where some images are clearly missing, please let me know!)

#deltarune #deltarune screencaps #deltarune spoilers #kris #susie #ralsei #lancer #noelle #berdly #snowgrave #weird route #glad to finally get this updated after all this time #even if it took longer than I expected

[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 38

anon - bs giving marc a little smooch on the head for appreciation <3 and him just standing there confused 0-0'

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anon - (Tw: homophobia)

wAIT what if one day reader was walking outside wearing a bisexual pin (bc it was a gift from someone? Maybe matt or something cause it’s like “:0 how did you know????”) then they bump into someone? Reader apologises ofc because manners but they see the pin and get angry at them? But surprise surprise: THE CROWS save the day by swooping and (sort of) attacking!!!

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anon - i just finished what there is so far of Baby Scarab and of course it's brilliant, magnificent, and showstopping! anyways as a request could we have one where MC realises that through Steven she's gained a little weight from being just better fed as well as normal teenage growth and she sort of panics about it as per teenage insecurity and the moon men assure her that there's no shame in weight gain?

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@soup238 - I LOVE LATIN DANCING (salsa, bachata, cumbia, etc.) Would it be cool if one of the moon bois maybe Jake taught the reader how to Latin Dance? 😎💃🕺

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A/N : its everywhere.

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : very rushed filler

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, eating disorder(?), homophobia, let me know if i missed anything

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the cats woke you up again.

right in time for you to get ready for work, too.

you would get up, but steven was holding you tight to his chest, and moving would surely wake him up.

and you know that he doesn’t get enough sleep so you’d feel terrible if you deprived him of it.

you sigh and carefully reach a hand up to pet luna, who was by your face, pedro walking around on the edge of the bed.

you figured that you could at least try to pry stevens arms off of you, which you do successfully and roll onto the floor silently to ensure you don’t wake him.

the kittens snuggle up against him, which makes you smile before you pick yourself up and  walk over to the kitchen to find a pen and paper.

you ended up finding a red ballpoint pen and plain yellow sticky notes.

you write a quick letter and grab your phone before silently leaving to get ready for work at your place.

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steven woke up fairly nervous when he realized you weren’t there.

that was until he found the note though.

to stePHen, marK, and jaCK,

i’m going to work so pls don’t freak out.

i’ll be home around lunch and make sure to feed my babies. i like them better than you guys so i want them to live.

i’m kidding, i love you guys more

see you soon :)

steven smiled at the weird letter, while marc scoffed at the obnoxious misspellings of their names.

steven looked to the clock on the oven, it reading 8:48, which made jake scoff this time.

“you slept in too late, now we have to wait until lunch to see y/n” he bitches, marc humming in agreement.

“sorry mates, i’ve just been tired recently” steven mumbles an apology and both the other guys tell him not to worry about it.

“well now what?”

“how about we start with actually cleaning the couch”

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it’s been an average day at work so far, about half an hour left.

you sighed as you hear the bell, signaling that another customer has arrived, and you were delighted to see who it was.

“matt, foggy” you nod to them, both smiling and waving.

“how are you feeling?” matt asks in a hushed voice.

you purse your lips for a moment before answering. “good. well, as good as i can be” you say, darting your eyes to your covered forearm for a split second.

matt nods. “that’s good to hear” he replies, and foggy steps up.

“yeah, that’s good” he starts. “listen, we didn’t come here to get coffee” foggy tells you and you tilt your head with furrowed brows.

“then wha-“ you get cut off by matt setting down a small rectangular black box on the counter in front of you.

you look up at the both of them, and foggy nods to the box.

you hesitate but reach out to it and hold it in your hands, running your fingers along the sides before pulling the top open, revealing a pin and a pair of almost identical glasses to matt.

your mouth opens in shock, until a smile takes over your face.

“guys what-“

“we have to get back to america” matt cuts you off and your smile fades.

everyone had to go back at some point, i guess now was just the time.

“you didn’t have to give me these- i-“

“you’ve earned it” matt smiles at you.

you didn’t know what to say, you just stared down at the gifts with a smile.

“thank you guys” you tell them, coming around the counter to give quick hugs to both of them.

“are you sure i can’t get you anything? it’ll be on the house” you try to bribe them, but they shook their heads.

“you have my card” matt nods at you, and you nod back.

“i’ll see you guys” you wave, foggy waving back as both of them slowly make their ways out of the cafe.

the pin and the glasses remain in the box, so you look around before reaching a hand in and taking the pin out.

it was in the shape of a heart, about the size of a quarter, with the bisexual flag colors on it.

you smile at it and reach down under the counter to attach it to the strap on your small backpack.

you smile at it in approval and stand back up, ready to finish work and head back home.

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you were about halfway back home, hands in your pockets while you stare ahead.

you feel someone bump into you, making you gasp as you turn to see an older lady staring at you with a deep frown.

you get confused and are about to apologize when she cuts you off.

“watch it, queer” you tense at the woman’s comment, her eyes darting to your new pin for a moment.

“i’m.. i’m sorry i-“

“save it” she grits out, getting all up in your face. “i already got whatever disease you have” she turns around and struts away, leaving you to stare off at her with a frown.

you were about to turn around and keep walking when a crow swoops down and drops dirt on the ladies head, making you open your mouth in shock.

a small smile breaks on your face when more crows follow her, occasionally dropping leaves and garbage on her.

you’d be sure to give them extra fruit and seeds later.

your smile fades as you turn to walk back home.

the comments that lady gave you really hurt.

more than it should.

your boys, and now matt and foggy, had been completely supportive of you and your choices.

they made you feel safe in your own skin. 

if you had people in your life that loved you for you, then why did one comment make your day considerably worse by the minute.

your lips were pursed when you got into the elevator, pressing the button as khonshu tilts his head at you.

“you don’t have to wait in here, you know” you inform him, the bird just scoffing.

“i could sense distress again” he cuts to the chase, making you sigh as the elevator dings, letting you get off.

khonshu was following of course, you waiting to get inside your apartment before talking to him again to prevent looking crazy to any of your neighbors.

“khonshu, listen” you start, closing your door behind you and taking off your shoes.

“i’m not distressed, i just had a little run in with some crazy lady” you explain and he hums in thought.

“you’re lying” he disappears after that and you sigh.

he is probably off telling the boys that you’re ‘distressed’ or whatever.

you just needed to change into more comfortable clothes and get cleaned up.

you take your bag off your shoulders, deciding to leave the glasses in there for now.

you go to click the lights on when nothing happens.

letting out a sigh of annoyance, you try clicking them on a couple more times before noticing a paper right by your door that you somehow missed.

you bend down and pick it up, it being from your landlord.

“what the hell..” you trail off, reading it.

to y/f/n y/l/n,

you’ve failed to pay all your rent on time, causing us to turn your power and water off.

this is due to rent prices going up, and we are sorry to say that if you can’t pay full rent by the end of this month, you’ll be evicted.

we hope you understand.

you scoff and throw the paper down, watching as it slowly flows down until it hits the floor.

you run a jittery hand through your hair and use your phones flashlight to get cleaned up.

without water of course.

you’re so glad you have some of your stuff at the guys place.

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“what do you mean she’s distressed?” marc demands, khonshu humming.

“her distressed level just got highter”

“that makes no sense, what happened?” marc asks him tensely, already getting his shoes on to go make sure you’re okay.

“she said she ran into crazy lady” khonshu elaborates and marc scoffs.

“doesn’t exactly help” he mutters, slamming the door shut once he got out, and rushing into your apartment since you forgot to lock the door.

you were seen with your head in your hands, sitting on your couch in the dark.

marc tried flicking the lights on, but got confused when nothing happened.

he ultimately ignored it and went to sit next to you on your couch, silently putting a hand on your shoulder.

“do you think i’m a disease?” you randomly ask, marc furrowing his brows.

“of course not. why would-“ and then it hit him.

the ‘crazy lady’ obviously said something about your sexuality, a lot of people thinking about it as a disease.

marc’s expression softened. “honey, you’re not a disease” he starts.

“don’t listen to those jerks” you look up at him and give a small smile.

“matt and foggy have to go soon too. they came to the cafe and they gave me a pin. with my pride flag on it” you start to explain.

“and i put it on my bag. i bumped into a lady and here we are” 

“my birds attacked her. dropping trash on her and stuff” you chuckle and marc smiles at you, happy that you’re not feeling as shitty as before.

“don’t let those people get to your head, you’re perfect” he gives you a one armed hug, and then pulls you up.

“now what’s with the lights?” he asks and your mood dampens again.

“if i don’t get rent in by the end of the month, they’re evicting me” you say shortly, marc scoffing.

“that’s not fair, there’s only a week left- it’s only july!” he exclaims and you shush him.

“just- forget about it” you move towards the door, putting your shoes back on.

marc blindly follows, that is until steven takes over.

“alright then, let’s get going, love” both of you leave, heading over to the guys place.

“so what would you like for lunch? i know you-“

“i’m actually not that hungry right now” you interrupt, letting yourself in their apartment.

“…darling, what did you have for breakfast?” he asks and you halt in your steps.

it’s silent for a moment as steven locks the door, coming up so he’s right behind you.

“y/n i asked you a question.” he says and you bite your lip, turning around.

“nothing, okay?” you say quickly, steven giving you a pitiful look.

“why not? should we be worried? it’s not healthy to skip meals, you know” he rants and you stop him by putting your hand up.

“i’ve just..” you trail off, trying to fin the words. 

“i’ve just gained a few pounds, nothing serious” you say quietly and steven sighs.

“and what exactly was your diet like before you met us?”

“pop tarts and instant noodles”

“see? and now you’re having a healthy three meals a day. at least one of them being home cooked” he starts, and you look up at him.

“you are perfectly healthy, there’s no shame in it” he continues.

“it’s happy weight, darling, plus the spider bite gave you a faster metabolism, and quite a lot of muscle so..” he trails off and you snort.

“i guess”

“you guess? you’re beautiful” steven starts, and you sense a switch as marc takes over again.

“i just have one thing- do you think you could beat me in an arm wrestle now? without cheating?” he asks and you nod.

“of course you think so” he chuckles and you lean forward to press your forehead against his, surprising him.

“thank you guys” you say quietly, leaning back and putting both your hands on each side of marc’s face, then bringing his head down to press a light kiss to his temple.

you pull away slowly as marc gives you a shocked look, making you shrug.

you sense another switch, which makes you worried until he puts a hand up.

“he needs a minute” jake says and you nod.

was that too far? did he not like that?

you could never know.

jake distracts you by taking your hands in his.

“i’ll have steven make you lunch after this- but i want to teach you something, is that okay?” he asks and you nod.

“just away with me first, si?” he asks and you nod again, smiling as the two cats come and walk around both of your legs.

that afternoon, jake had taught you to salsa.

yes, marc made fun of him and yes you called him a weenie multiple times.

and yes, they had a certain question to ask you separate from the one he was talking about with layla.

and yes, they were sure you’d say yes.

just, how would they ask you?

they had to do it soon since you were basically going to be kicked out of your home.

they just had to get the timing right.

and they knew exactly how to do it.

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A/N : sorry this is so rushed, and also posting early again bc work stuff :)

see you in two days with a more interesting chapter <3

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[asgardwinter]

taser | fictober 22

fictober day 07 | “Check that again, are you sure?”

summary | If you had a nickel for every alien that your girlfriend had run over and tased you’d had two nickels — which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that happened twice.

fandom | Marvel

pairing | Darcy Lewis x reader

warnings | fluff, tasers, mentions of possible violence, reader is smaller than Thor

word count | 630

author’s note | I know I already fucked up the schedule but some family issues got between me and my fictional husbands and wives :) this is pretty basic but I like it so I hope you enjoy the late blurb for day 07 (and I hope I can keep up with the other ones…)

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“Check that again, are you sure?” You begged, panicking as you saw the blond man still laying on the floor unconscious.

“Yeah, it’s human.” Darcy said, looking down at him. “I think that was legally your fault.”

In your defense the man appeared out of the blue in front of the van. It wasn’t your girlfriend who had run over him, he sort of attacked the van, right? At least it made sense in both of your minds, but Jane wasn’t having any of it.

“Get the first aid kit!” She shouted and you went back to the van. “Do me a favor and don’t be dead.”

As she said that he woke up, looking frightened and… well, he could be described as good looking if someone pushed it. It was not that you were jealous of him because of your girlfriend clearly staring at his arms.

“Where did he come from?” Jane looked at you three like you had seen anything she hadn’t.

You kneeled on the floor next to them with the first aid kit. “I’m telling you, he just surged out of nowhere, I’m a great copilot! I would’ve seen him.”

The weird strange man got up suddenly, making everyone take a step back just in case — he was looking way more than confused.

“Hammer?” He shouted. “Hammer?”

“Yeah, we can tell you’re hammered.” Darcy was quick to say. “It’s pretty obvious.”

You took a step near her, not like you’d have much to do if he decided to get aggressive. Where the hell did someone like that come from?

But he continued with the shouting, switching from hammer to weird names that sounded a lot like Norse Mythology related stuff you remembered from random documentaries. Jane was too focused on whatever was on the ground but you and Darcy had a silent agreement to not take your eyes from the confused blond man that was big enough to overpower you four.

“Hospital.” She said to Erik. “You go. I’ll stay.”

“You.” He pointed at her. “What realm is this? Alfheim? Nornheim?”

“New Mexico?” Darcy suggested and he changed his focus to her.

She held the taser in her hand tightly, you still came closer to her, raising your hands in a sign you thought — and hoped — that meant peace.

“You dare threaten me, Thor, with so puny weapon…?” Whatever he was going to say at the end couldn’t be said because she tased him.

Darcy Lewis, your girlfriend, tased a strange confused man who called himself Thor in the middle of a deserted area.

And you couldn’t be more proud.

“What? He was freaking me out!” She defended herself.

“At least now we can think more carefully about what to do, right?” You got in the conversation and Darcy nodded at your point. “See, I say we leave him here and make an anonymous call for help!”

Your idea was not the one voted to be put in action and you got some pretty disapproving glances for sure, but the situation was handled with no panic, if you might’ve added.

“Next time you decide to tase somebody, make sure he’s already in the car.” Erik would say to her later. That was great advice.

…

“Check that again, are you sure?” You asked, already tired of the situation.

The green guy laying down on the floor brought on too many memories as well as the taser in Darcy’s hand.

“He’s alive.” Darcy announced.

This time you didn’t have Jane nor Erik as support — or supervision —, but you already handled something very similar in the past and it ended well, why couldn’t you solve this on yourselves this time?

“So we’re doing ‘leave and call’?” Darcy remembered.

“I think we should call Jane.”

“Yeah, that’s probably better.”

#fictober 22 #darcy lewis x reader #darcy lewis x you #fictober22 #fictober #marvel x reader

[scorpiongrassfield]

You choose your path

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Getting her to fall asleep is probably the safer option. You have a little more control over things in here than you do out there. And Theo would probably still try to help you if things got bad, even if he’s mad at you right now. 

The question is how to get close enough to her to steal her music box. 

Maybe… 

Well, Ametrine thinks she can’t do much to Theo other than trap him. And it is theoretically in your powers (as a ghost, you can’t help but get stuck on that part for a moment) in your powers to obscure your identity by appearing as a shadow, just as he’s been doing. 

Theo doesn’t answer when you ask him how to do it, still giving you the silent treatment. 

Do you just… will it to happen? 

You close your eyes and try to imagine the obfuscation of your own features. Erase your hair, your face, your clothes. Erase your scars and your piercings. Blot it all out like a cloud covering the stars. 

When you open your eyes, you’re standing in front of the pool at the end of the creek. That’s convenient. 

You check your reflection and discover that not only did it work, but there’s a second shadow standing next to you. 

You turn to look at Theo, but he’s not there. 

He’s only in the reflection, or maybe he’s in the water. That probably isn’t a good place for him to be, but if he’s there by choice, you’re not about to stop him. He doesn’t seem to be drowning, at least. 

The two of you standing side by side as shadows shows a bit of a flaw in your plan. 

Even as silhouettes, the two of you look different. Theo’s a little taller than you, and more than a little wider. The stick thinness that was almost certainly a point of pride to you before… well, before all of this, might prove to be a disadvantage here. The two of you hold yourselves differently, too. Theo either holds himself like he’s sorry for making you look at him, or like he’s tired of standing up. You hold yourself like you’re bracing for impact. 

Maybe she’ll be too tired to notice. Or too angry. 

“Want to come watch me try to trick Ametrine into thinking I’m you?” you ask the reflected Theo. 

He doesn’t respond. 

You sigh. 

Better get a move on. 

Ametrine is pretty easy to find when you want to. She’s at the center of the labyrinth, because it’s constantly reshaping itself around her. 

You realize you shake harder the closer you get to her. You can’t allow yourself to acknowledge why. If you recognize that you’re scared you’ll feel it, and it will consume you. Like dropping a lit match into gasoline. 

You can’t let that happen. 

It’s lucky that you can leverage this weird in between state of ghosthood to your advantage. You guess you’ve gotten pretty good at twisting things like that. The real luck is that you’ve decided not to do it to people. At least you think so. 

Pat would be disappointed otherwise. You don’t want that. 

The thread between the you that was and the you that is snags on that thought. You could slip back into what you were so, so easy. You could unmake Ametrine. But you don’t want to. You want to put her to sleep. Painlessly. Just long enough to set Pat free. 

What a marvel choice is. 

You’re stalling again. 

Ametrine has her back to you. 

You’re still shaking. 

That’s fine. Theo would probably be shaking too after what she did to him. 

Ametrine seems… unsteady. She’s wandering around in circles, not noticing you behind her. 

She comes to a stop when she sees the cabin. Or one of them. 

You should stop her before she has time to try and set another trap. 

Deep breath. You can do this. 

It’s showtime.

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#choose your own adventure #interactive fiction #writeblr #original writing

[nekoannie-chan]

The caller

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 1102 words.

Summary: A series of odd events began to happen to you, but does Steve keep any secrets?

Warnings: Horror, weird calls, doppelgänger.

A/N: This is my entry to @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie​’s Spooktacular Halloween Challenge with the monster prompt and the urban legend:

Doppelgänger.

Caller inside the house.

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Movie nights were your favorite when you chose horror movies, but this time it seemed that everyone had forgotten the date you had chosen and Steve still had not returned from his mission.

You sat in your usual place. If the rest didn't want to watch movies, you would. The next time it was movie night, they would probably choose the usual boring ones, but you would manage not to be, and above all, that there was no popcorn, if, that's right, you thought to sabotage the next night of movies.

The phone rang. You didn't even worry about looking and seeing who it was. You answered. Although no one talked about the other side, you hung up. The moment you were going to see who had knocked, you heard the door open. You immediately turned around. I was relaxed to see that it was Steve.

"Steve!" "You arrived earlier," you greeted with unusual joy while feeling calmer. Maybe the movie has made you nervous. For a moment, you seemed to notice something different in him. However, you didn't pay much attention.

"Here I am. The mission was simple. What about the others? "

"They had a lot of things to do, so they left," you replied, making room on the couch for him to sit next to you.

Again, someone called, but this time it was in the early morning. Apparently, the others still did not return. Surely they would have gone to some party or something that took them all night. You answered, you seemed to hear a breath, and the call was cut off. You saw the number. It came from inside the same house. You were dumbfounded. Was that possible?

It was probably a mistake. Maybe Tony had modified some of the phone lines and now they were not working properly, or he had been playing with his projects and, as usual, ruining other things. Maybe you were just too tired and ill-dressed.

You turned around. Steve slept peacefully next to you. He hadn't even noticed the ringing of the phone. You close your eyes again. You were still sleepy.

When you woke up, Steve wasn't there. You rubbed your eyes. You thought he had surely gone for a run early or on some mission where you weren't needed.

While eating breakfast, Steve walked in his suit, so you assumed he was called to a mission early and didn't want to wake you up.

"How was the mission?" you asked.

"Well, although I'm exhausted," he replied, putting the helmet aside on the nearest piece of furniture.

Do you want to have something for breakfast? " I made pancakes," you offered while sipping some pancakes with your fork.

Another call, you hung up after a few seconds of no one answering you. You sighed. It was already becoming something common. What seemed curious to you was that the caller always called you when you were alone. For a moment, you thought that maybe the lines of communication were failing, or that it was some kind of joke.

You were startled to hear a noise. You saw that some boxes had fallen. You approached carefully and saw that it was Steve.

"Steve, are you okay?"

He smiled at you without answering you. However, his smile looked sinister. You rolled your eyes; something strange was happening.

"What's going on T/N?" Steve questioned coming in upon hearing the noise.

"If you, Steve, are there, so... who are you?" You turned to see the other "Steve."

Steve pulled you away from the being that looked like him. You looked at each other and began to run away when the being

"Steve, explain to me what's going on," you asked, scared. You didn't understand what was happening.

"I have no idea, but something is wrong," Steve replied while trying to contact the others.

"Who...?" What are you? " You questioned You weren't sure if you were in danger or if it was all a misunderstanding. You watched Steve carefully; there was nothing weird or sinister about him. I think he's the one who calls from the same number...

"That's not possible."

Well, I don't know, but he has. I have been receiving these calls all week and no one answers me from the other side. You kept walking, but after a few minutes, the doubt assaulted you again. How do I know you really are Steve and not... whatever the other is?

Come on, T/N, you know me...

You said, "No, I know." Honestly, I didn't even know you had a twin or something. You have made a decision. You would go as far as you could until you knew exactly what was going on.

I don't have any twins; I'm an only child. "I don't know what's going on," Steve defended himself.

"I don't know if I can trust you," you confessed, while still looking at him, and you started walking slowly backwards to get away from him.

Natasha said, "Rogers doesn't know anything," but behind you.

You turned around, your confusion increasing when you saw the rest of the team approaching you. Somehow, Steve had managed to contact them when you escaped from the behemoth.

"HYDRA used his DNA to create another Steve. But the most important thing is to know how they got it and why they kept it a secret for so many years. We know they could cause any kind of disaster, "Bruce said.

"Howard gave Carter a sample... and she gave it to HYDRA." She was always deceiving SHIELD. She was a part of... Stark began to explain.

"What should we do now?" How come no one has heard about this?" You exclaimed You were still in shock. The information you received was too much. You didn't even know if you should be afraid.

"There's a lot about HYDRA that we don't know," Steve said.

"I think we should go back and maybe we could make him confess or get more information," Clint proposed.

You returned to the compound, divided into pairs to tour the place. He had the intercoms on and ready for when any pair found him, the others could go to help.

"He has escaped!" You screamed with great bewilderment.

"I don't think we can do anything; we don't know anything about the Doppelgänger," Natasha said.

"Then we just let him escape," Steve said, disillusioned.

"Do you have a better plan?"

Everyone denied it. You had not the slightest idea of what to do. Maybe you should investigate more into what happened. You should also watch for him in case he appears again.

#spooktacular challenge #spooktacularchallenge #steve rogers x reader

[cream-and-tea]

LAY ME DOWN. chapter seven excerpt. unedited. featuring: agnes’s first meeting with several students of The Library after pallas is forced to go to them for help. mention of injuries. threats of violence and just a Lot of unresolved tension

[Transcript under the cut.]

hello and welcome to another instalment of This Book Has More Than Two Characters I Swear! this time we have judge, calliope and max, a trio of oddballs who pallas has a history with and agnes is meeting for the first time. they’re all really fun to write (calliope especially) and have really grown on me as the plot has progressed lol

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The one all in white cocks her head to the side, face twisted in a weird not-smile. Agnes has never seen a girl with hair this short and bright before, a soft cap of copper offset by a multitude of dangling earrings, little charms hanging from pastel ribbons that tinkle whenever she moves. Her face is very oval and her smile is very crooked and wide across it, freckles wrinkling up around her nose in disdain.

“Would you look at that Judge? It’s the principal's little lapdog,” she says in a high, dramatic drawl. “Thought you’d finally gone and found a hole to die in Bloodhound, to what do we owe the pleasure?”

She bows mockingly and from behind the shelves Agnes winces, but Pallas doesn’t even blink. 

“Ah Calliope, glad to see you’ve lost none of your charm,” they say cooley. “Your nights have been restful, I presume?”

The girl in whites smirk shifts into a very unlovely snarl and she moves forward. But before Agnes has time to squeeze her eyes closed a hand comes forward to rest on Calliopes shoulder. From her narrow view between the shelves Agnes can see the third figure stepping forward, touch instantly setting her friend to rest. She’s tall, wrapped in a long tweed coat with straight, narrow black braids framing a straight, narrow brown face, and Agnes is struck in the moment by just how small Pallas is. Smaller than her and definitely smaller than this person. They look almost frail in comparison.

“Easy, it’s not worth it,” the second girl says, her voice deep and raspy and flat. Then, to Pallas: “What do you want?”

“A favour.”

“Interesting idea, one counterpoint: why would I ever do anything for you?”

“Because you owe me Judge. Because if it wasn’t for me you’d be dead.”

At this the one called Calliope starts laughing until a stern “Cal, please” cuts it off. Agnes has never been good with expressions but she thinks the girl with braids—Judge—looks more confused than anything else, a tiny divot appearing between her dark brows. “You’ve never asked for anything before, why now?”

“I’m very tired,” Pallas says and Agnes takes a moment to marvel at how a conversation can somehow sound like the clash of steel on steel. “And I don’t want to go through the mess of making Max’s little brain come out his ears to get you to listen. I'm not going to take chances on this. It’s quite delicate.”

Calliope’s face twists again and she steps further in front of turtleneck boy. There’s something off about her eyes. This is a place filled with terrifying people with weird eyes. “Wanna say that again you demented little–“

“Cal. Not. Worth it.”

“But—“

“They’re trying to rile you, it’s what they do,” Judge says, knowing and measured, straight-edged profile facing her friend before she turns back to Pallas. “Spare the theatrics Bloodhound, and tell me what it is you need. I can decide whether it’s worth my time from there.”

Agnes is starting to think that Pallas smiling is never a good thing, this one is tiny and contemptuous and probably means you are but a tiny ant and I will not hesitate before squishing you very badly under my chunky black boots, or something like that. Judge doesn’t seem like she can be squished, but there’s a first time for everything. “It’s funny you think this is a negotiation, but all right.”

And then they turn and their awful, awful eyes meet hers from between the books. They make an unmistakable beckoning motion with their hand and Agnes has to scramble to drag herself up, avoiding putting pressure on her bad ankle. She pokes her head out from behind the shelves and waves slightly, unsure of what else to do. 

“She’s hurt,” Pallas says, not even sparing a look her way. “You’re going to heal her.” 

The redheaded Calliope makes a whistling sound between her teeth and says: “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Then she turns towards Judge, who’s already looking Agnes up and down in a way that makes her feel the most awkward she’s ever felt in her life. It’s a magnifying glass stare, one that catalogues and processes, every inch of her laid bare. The line between Judges eyebrows deepens and Calliope says again, now in a tone of complete exasperation and disbelief: “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“Cal–“

“Nope. No way.”

“Calliope–“

“We’re not helping the creepy little murderer! Group Rule Number One is not helping creepy little murderers!”

“Group Rule Number One is about healthy communication.”

“Semantics!”

The boy in the black turtleneck and glasses looks out from behind Calliope. The short crop of dreadlocks on top of his head have been strung through here-and-there with colourful beads that pop against his dark clothing. Agnes gives him a nervous smile, hoping that her mouth is moving the way mouths are supposed to move when they smile, and is relieved beyond measure when he raises one hand in a tiny wave. Agnes leans against the towering bookshelf, feeling a lot like she’s stepped into a place she shouldn’t be while Pallas makes a show of examining their nails. 

“It’s just one girl. It won’t cost me anything.” 

“Oh don’t ignore basics, there’s always a cost. And besides, it’s Bloodhound business!” Calliope hisses, pointing as the Bloodhound picks a tiny bit of dirt from under their left ring fingernail.

“Calliope, please,” Judge says in a voice that Papá used on Mother all the time. The I don’t wanna fight voice. The we can talk about this later but not right now voice. Agnes' face burns from just looking at the two of them. Her ankle and throat will probably be fine, why did Pallas have to bring her here at all?

Calliope puts her face in her hands in what must be defeat because Pallas smiles a smile like a crack in marble, and Judge sighs in a soft, exhausted kind of way that makes guilt bubble like mud in Agnes’s stomach. 

“Okay,” she says. “But you’ve got to do something for us.”

Pallas raises an eyebrow. “I’m not bartering with you Judge.”

“Tough luck,” Judge deadpans. She turns to Calliope and the boy in black: “Max-Attack, Cal, this’ll only take a few minutes.” And then looks directly at Agnes, who jumps: “Come on then, we don’t have all day.”

#me. shoving my side characters in all of your faces: LOOK AT MY KIDS MY SWEET CHEESES MY SPECIAL LITTLE GUYS #they’re all so much more important in book two but they do have kind of a subplot in lmd as well #mainly involving judge trying to get tf out of the library bc she’s been trapped there since she was 13 and wants to find her family #calliope wanting to kill maim bite attack pallas so so bad #and agnes kind of bonding with max bc jesus christ does she need other friends #it’s all obviously minor background stuff but good GOD the amount of lore i have in my head for these guys is wild #let’s just say any of them could’ve been main characters if this was a different book. #can’t wait until they do get more plot stuff so i can write about all of it lol #calliope uses all pronouns btw agnes is just meeting them for the very first time and kind of assuming bc of all the high femme-ness #babygirl lived in a cabin in the woods w like two other people for her entire life she’s still learning #creme does a writing #wip: ghost story

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Anyway this post is about me:

So I want to make some things very clear. 

I am doing this because I am sick of the gossip and badmouthing. This person has a much larger audience than me, many that are in the same fandoms as me and who sometimes interact with my art. I plan to open commissions in the future because I’m in desperate financial need, and someone smearing me like this (and name-dropping me, which I know he does in private) could seriously hurt my ability to earn in fandom spaces.

Additionally, I find it ridiculous that someone who claims to hate “toxic callout fandom culture” and etc, is doing to me exactly what he complains other people do: lying, exaggerating, and misrepresenting events to make someone look “problematic” and essentially unperson them in fandom.

With that said-

I have never harassed mywitchcultblr (the author of that post).

I have never sent them messages about Disney, Marvel, Ao3, whether on anon or personally. 

I in fact have never sent anyone messages about Marvel, Disney, Ao3, or ANYTHING else related to fandom.

Nor do I consider “all Ao3 users paedophiles”. I use Ao3. My boyfriend uses Ao3. My friends and mutuals use Ao3- this also goes for Disney and Marvel. Tons of people around me love those things.

No one around me cares that I sometimes criticise those things. When I do criticise those things, it’s always some dumb shitpost that I intentionally leave untagged so that it’s isolated in my own space.

The only time I ever approached mywitchcultblr about “discourse”, was to do with natural systems and DID, because I myself have DID. Even then I was civil, the conversation was over in a few messages, and we never spoke about it again.

When I first met Ann, his blog was a lot different from what it is now. There was barely any NSFW or kink, barely any fandom discourse. He just posted about fandom and LGBT stuff.

When he became involved in fandom discourse, began constantly posting untagged NSFW, being defensive when people asked him to tag things, and overall saying and doing things that made me uncomfortable or that I did strongly disagree with, I just blocked him.

We didn’t argue.

I didn’t send him any messages.

I didn’t send him any anons.

I blocked him and moved on. I set a boundary and moved on. That’s what you’re meant to do, right? Then why am I still hearing about it a year later?

Despite the fact I am just some guy he knew for a few months, he has this obsession with me as some kind of fallen father figure in his personal narrative. I’m always referred to as “someone I looked up to who disappointed me.”

This is inappropriate. I am no one’s role model. I didn’t consent to be your father figure and told you on several occasions how severely mentally ill I am. This would be parasocial if I was a bigger blogger but since I’m just some guy, it’s not quite that but still not healthy or reasonable. 

We were in each other’s lives for a few months and talked occasionally. That’s it.

We didn’t even argue or have a real “falling out”. I blocked him. There was no interaction. But ever since then he spreads more exaggerations and lies about me and I’m tired of it.

Don’t take the word of someone who knew me less than a few months, that I’m a toxic harasser, just because I stopped feeling comfortable on his blog and blocked him for my own comfort.

I wish him no ill will but I do wish he’d stop projecting his father issues onto me, and I don’t say that to be funny. it’s extremely weird and uncomfortable to be put in this situation of “I idolised you because you’re an older queer man in fandom and I’m going to make that your problem if you don’t live up to my ideals.”

I’m just some guy. I’m in my 30s, childless, homeless, gay, majorly spangled in the head. No one should be looking up to me. I shouldn’t be held accountable for other people’s made up versions of me. I think we can all agree that isn’t fair.

If he was just calling me a buzzkill or cynical or annoying, I’d fully agree with those statements lmao! But to say I’m toxic and that people around me will be harassed for disagreeing with me is an exaggeration of my character.

I also want to add that my boyfriend has attempted messaging him in order to have a civil discussion on why he keeps lying about me when it's been practically a year since I blocked him, but Ann doesn't respond.

Anyway, that’s all folks.

#btw I'm keeping the specifics of our differences vague #because if I specify events then this post just turns into a counter-smear #and all I want is for him to stop being weird about me and telling people I will harass them for no reason #or doing this weird ''I used to look up to you'' thing #it's genuinely very invasive and uncomfortable #mywitchcultblr #luke I am NOT your father I am just some crazy old man please move on #he legit makes it sound like we were couple or something #when the reality is i barely fucking knew him and just felt uncomfortable on his blog #ive never spoken a word to him since the block but he comes up with these ridiculous things #that i apparently said #which i never fucking said #it doesnt even make sense so many people blocked him wgen his blog changed #but im being constantly singled out #and his muts and friends are generally enabling his obsession #because they dont realise just how much its based on NOTHING #I BLOCKED HIM AND WE OFTEN HAVE OPPOSITE OPINIONS #THATS LITERALLY IT 😭 #pls go through my blog and tell me where anyone is being harassed #its not there it doesnt exist

[duck-era-lexi]

thoughts on the MCU spider man films ( w/ tom holland)

spider man: homecoming - 5/10 spider man: far from home - 7/10 spider man: no way home - 6/10

(ranking tmr morning!!)

omg. omfg. i have to take a breath. 

so unlike with the amazing spider man 2, i was not spoiled by a death. but like the amazing spider man, this series ends on a supposedly happy, but very tragic note. i also just watched tasm yesterday so i found myself comparing it to this one a lot. but i think genuinely, the mcu spiderman has a lot of flaws and also was 100% not what i expected it to be. 

first off, tom holland’s spiderman is not “spiderman.” i feel like he only starts to feel like spiderman in the third film, because he’s alone and the world is against him. but even then it’s weird, because doctor strange is there to help him but then he himself ties up the one person who can help him? peter is dumb in this film, not like andrew garfield emotionally dumb but he is incredibly immature and frustrating to watch. this is definitely made for younger audiences, but genuinely peter says it himself: he causes all his problems, and not in a subtle way either. i mean i’m glad they’re consistent throughout all the films but i personally get really annoyed when characters are like this. like in the flash, barry gets fucked over again and again because he just doesn’t kill people and he wants to save them, whatever. it’s just a little silly hearing peter in the third film saying he wants to save all these people and aunt may’s like, yes, you did the right thing absolutely 100% that makes sense 

so much of these films i was like, “it’s gotta be a marvel thing.” because the bad jokes that are not funny at all, the modern day references and the high tech- which i definitely know is one. it’s not the high tech that bothers me but the fact that the movies acknowledge problems with tech and stark industries and then don’t really do anything to grow from that point. like throughout the first and second movies it’s clearly a problem how much of peter’s power comes from his suit, and nothing ever comes from that??? in the third movie they just kind of forget about it. 

i have more to say but i’m tired and tomorrow’s a long day. basically:

- i like the NWH ending. bcuz i like CONSEQUENCES. it’s sad, but peter deserved it 100% bcuz he’s a dumbass

- but also: what was that post credits scene? like yeah i don’t get the context but i don’t know how that would even make sense in context. 

- looking at all the spidermans side by side it’s clear that 1) tobey maguire is the best and 2) andrew garfield’s likeability 99% comes from the way he acts around gwen

- i miss gwen

- the first spider man is literally a middle school story like i cant believe they’re 15. nfw those are the most immature 15 yr olds ever

- the second spider man i’m biased because i’ve watched it before but i think it’s the coolest and it’s the most fufilling. like spider man’s arc SHOULD end with him confessing to mj, yk

- the third spider man is dark but we needed it. but seriously, the plot is so stupid and the characters are so stupid and this is just a stupid movie. unless you don’t think about it and you just focus on the pretty colors and the crying. idk

- ned is seriously never not annoying. the only time i liked him is when he was doing shit, which was like never but also specifically in NWH when he makes the portals appear with mj. he works better with mj than with peter because he doesn’t really have a relationship with peter. like yes they’re besties but they don’t have the kind of bestie banter or any chemistry like at all

- iron man sucks! we hate corporate greed 

dat’s all. i need to sleep

#spiderverse #i will reblog tmr or monday with an updated opinions list after i let it marinate #but tbh don't listen to me because i'm not an action movies person i like thrillers or drama #we were spoiled with the chemistry in TASM as well #mcu

[somena-libra-dawn]

Beginning with Ho-oh, ending with Lugia, huh?.

(Just some random thoughts below. Nothing important.)

Anyway about Ho-oh,

The final Japanese opening of original series, Ready Go, made a reference to Ho-oh in the lyrics, saying about 'going over seven colored rainbow'. The last DP opening also had Ash chasing Ho-oh.

About Journeys, huh? I can see everyone is disappointed since it 95% follows the game-based, e.g. Ash's fighting scene, Goh is essentially Pokemon Go (no pun intended), while Chloe is Lets Go game. After all, the anime has created their own canonity for years, i.e., anime contest being different than the game, using defensive moves for offensive.

For a new pokemon fan who started with Go or LG... well this one is probably not disappointing. (Note: probably)

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I, myself, found 'the end message' is similar to Pokemon Evolutions. There, Oak says, “But you did well. Just look at your pokemon! The bond you share is marvelous, and you’ve found so many! With the data you’ve gathered, you’ve been helping my studies. And, besides you weren’t doing it all alone. You are a part of much larger community, Green. A world of dreams and adventures, challenges and discovery of trainers and pokemon.” Then he declares the pokedex is complete but turns out it isn’t. So Green, Trace, and Elaine set out again.

The similarity: Yeah, Ash and Goh set out to another journey on their own like how Ash says goodbye to his previous companions and they all go on their own path. The previous episode (JN135), Goh stated he wanted to leave to meet more pokemon and trainers to learn about the world more (thx subs). That means, in order to reach Mew, he intends to expand his worldview / perspective by knowing its community and world. On the other hand, Chloe started with zero interest with pokemon but slowly opens up as episodes go. I guess everyone misread her as someone who doesn’t find out anything. To be fair, her first focus episode shows her doubts in aspiration. Then the later episodes, she becomes to care and learns about it little by little, particularly about Eeevee. Yes, she hasn’t decided. She spent most of her screen time going to school and, on some occasion, joining Ash and Goh; while the two boys 100% set out to a pokemon world. So I don’t find it weird she hasn’t fully found what she wants. (Not saying school sucks.) I find her still progressing on it. At least, she doesn’t stay in her comfort zone / her slice of life daily routine, but slowly getting out of that zone. The process of doing so is usually slowly yet progressively, hence it’s time consuming. I don’t get why people assume she starts her journey as soon as she gets Eevee. Well, going on a journey might work but, given her disinterest at the beginning, it wouldn’t be easy for her. So the lesson and development from her story is to discover more. Plus, I never expected anything from Chloe except gaining development (in this case, she slowly tries to discover more by being research fellow in the boys’ stead). Since Journeys is about double protags Ash and Goh at the very beginning, I always thought Chloe as the side character that would get development (which is ok coz I’m tired of ‘girl being second/third person in the group’ trope that makes them eye-candy for the show, minus Iris and Alola girls).

In conclusion, the moral lesson to discover more is somehow fitting to be epilogue (as I pointed it works in Evolutions).

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But then again that’s my initial thought. Keeping this post to see the change of thoughts in following years. (let’s see)

#my random thoughts #pokeani spoilers

[twindrillscomputer]

ONE 18.5: A New Voice

ONE 18 SPOILERS AHEAD

“Hello?

Can any of you hear me?

I’m…not sure how Airy got the mics to work, but…agh, forget it. Let’s just say they’re working and move on.

So..I…

I’m already tired of this. Let’s just cut to the chase.

I’m…here. In Airy’s world. It’s…not as abstract as I was expecting, really. It’s just a forest clearing with a lake. And there was a cave, where he was keeping you all here. A planet with a plug.

I saw it. I saw what he was doing to you guys, and…I couldn’t take it anymore.

I got mad at him, but he was completely out of it. I…don’t know what I was expecting. I thought it’d just be like any other confrontation, but it wasn’t. I don’t think he’d be able to respond in any way I was expecting.

We talked for a bit. He showed me his world and I—just tripped. And I…I messed up. Badly. The notes and charger, they…they were gone. My one ticket home…just…gone. Taken.

I…I’m sorry. I’m not gonna tear up. I’m not.

He told me about a lot of things. It’s…actually pretty interesting. He used to be in our world until he died, which is when he ended up…there. The room with two chairs and a radio. That’s how he ended up here. All that he had were a couple of logs, a computer, and…planets. Like the ones you’re on right now.

That’s why he took people like you here. He didn’t want to be alone. But…but that’s still…ugh. I can’t believe him. Guess what I found soon after? It was people I recognized. People you recognized. Even my coworker was there! I had it with them. And…I knew Texty told me to kill him.

So…I tried. And failed. And got my leg broken…again. I don’t even know what came over me. I’m not the type of guy to get into fights that bad, so…it’s like everything that’s ever happened to me…made something snap. That’s how much Airy did to us.

And now he’s gone.

And that’s…that’s how I’m able to talk to you.

It’s me, Liam.

So…you might be wondering how it feels. It’s…pretty weird. I came into this wanting to save you, and now I don’t even know how to save myself. But…I think I understand what I have to do now.

I’m not going to be like him. This time, I’ll save you.

First I’ll try to get how his own computer works. Then I’ll make sure if I can use the data he’s been storing up…eugh…to help you guys come back. Maybe…maybe I can even help myself come back.

I know it won’t be easy. This place doesn’t even feel like home…just a getaway. But I won’t let it become my home. This isn’t going to be forever.

I won’t give up. I wanted to save you guys, and I will.

Welcome, for the last time, to ONE.”

The plane residents simply marveled at where they could hear the new voice in amazement and fear. Amelia remained tearfully clinging onto Bryce, still stunned by the sound of a name she knew bore importance, but for what? Why was it that, after being trapped in semi-isolation and despair for so long, this sudden spark was able to touch her heart so badly? Bryce himself could hardly believe it, but at the same time, knowing his partner was alive (and partially well) filled him with an odd sense of comfort and relief.

“What…what was that?” her weakened voice asked, so small and frail only the bottle next to her could hear.

“Him.” Bryce flatly stated. “He’s back.”

#hfjone spoilers #hfjone #liam one #hfjone backpack #one 18 spoilers #self-titled spoilers #fanfiction #microfiction #dialogue #postcanon #onehfj

[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 32

anon - Ok I’ve like uh never done this b4 but for baby scarab what if you did like a freaky Friday thing where reader and Marc have like a nasty fight and then they wake up in each others bodies the next morning and they basically have to go through the day as each other lmfao

anon - Hear me out plz plz plz do a freaky Friday thing 4 baby scarab where Marc/steven/jake and reader have a nasty fight and wake up in each other’s bodies n have to go through the day PLZPLZPLZPLZPLZPZL

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A/N : :) is all imma say

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : this is all over the place- sorry if its hard to read lol

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

playlist

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, tiny angst, body switch, you make the moon boys uncomfortable numerous times. let me know if i missed anything

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PART 2 OF 2

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you woke up feeling sick.

groggily with your eyes still closed, you throw a hand off your chest, not belonging to you of course.

you yawn and slowly get up, suddenly craving pop tarts.

when you stand up you look around, feeling taller than usual, but you just brush it off as being tired.

but when you go to shoot a web out to open the cupboards with them- nothing happens.

that wakes you up immediately.

you panic as you look down to your wrists- seeing no holes and that these aren’t even your hands.

you mutter curses to yourself as you rush to find a mirror- easily finding one of the many and screaming once you see yourself.

well- not yourself per say- but you in steven, marc, and jakes body.

you screaming woke up whoever was fronting in your body, and they look up confused until they see you- in their body.

“bloody hell..” a british accent says from your body as you continue to stare at yourself in the mirror, absolutely in shock.

“did we separate bodies again?” 

“are you hearing yourself right now?” you assumed it was marc talking, but it was weird in your voice.

“..oh bollocks” is all steven said- still weird in your body.

he gets up, looking around and then back to you- or himself.

it’s confusing.

“do you think we’ve..” steven starts, and khonshu decides to make an appearance.

“yes, your bodies have been switched” khonshu starts and you glare at him.

“and why the fuck did you do that?” you grit out at him, feeling awkward about not having your own voice.

 “you and the spider child need to make up! i’m sick of the fighting. act like adults” he says sternly while you stare at him in rage.

“you want us to act like adults?” you say a bit to calmly.

khonshu nods and you scoff. 

“first you turn me into a cat- and now i’m old” you complain, and marc- with your face- glares at you from the mirror.

“just work it out and i’ll change you back” the bird shrugs, leaving again.

“wait- no khonshu, come back” you say into thin air.

“stupid bird” you mutter, looking back to steven, who’s still in your body and staring back at you.

“this is so weird” steven says and you nod.

“it’s not fair- i don’t even have my webs anymore” you complain, steven looking down at your wrists and humming.

“but if marc and jake transferred over with me..”

“but they’re literally a part of you. the spider stuff only stays in my body i guess” you shrug, oddly calm about the situation.

you wouldn’t put it past you if something weirder ever happened. this is your life now.

“so what? me and marc apologize to each other for whatever we did and knonshu charges us back?” you ask, and steven nods.

“i guess, i mean that’s what he said.”

“okay so apologize then” you tell marc, who’s now fronting in your body.

“excuse me? you apologize” he responds, and you scoff.

“but i didn’t do anything wrong”

“well i didn’t either.”

“silencio”

you and marc both look to the source of your voice speaking in spanish, that being jake.

“you two better sort this out, we need our own bodies back” he tells you all, and you nod.

“right” you mutter, marc looking down at your hands.

“why are your hands so small?” he asks you and you scoff.

“why are your hands so big? they are the size of my face” you tell him, pointing at your own face.

“when i said i wanted to see myself in the third person this isn’t what i meant” you mumble to yourself, pacing around the room.

“i don’t like it down here” marc suddenly speaks up, referring to how you’re shorter than him.

“hey, ass. it’s not my fault you’re a tree” you retort and steven decides to take over.

“okay, we need a distraction. from all this bloody arguing” he starts.

“how about we go take a walk, yeah?” the shorter figure in the room heads to the door, struggling to get your shoes on for a moment.

“you’re making me go out looking like that?” you ask, gesturing to yourself- with an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants.

“like what? you look fine” steven shrugs.

“but i-“

you’re cut off by your phone ringing in your pocket, well- stevens pocket? it was on your body.

steven pulls it out and pales at the contact. “it’s your boyfriend what do i do?” he panics, and you give him a look.

“he’s not my boyfriend, and just ignore it” you respond, and steven just slips your phone back in the pocket it came from.

“did you seriously just use my mouth to say that?” marc cuts in and you wave him off.

“but seriously, y/n, you look fine” steven continues and you scoff again.

“you’re only saying that because-“

“because you’re a beautiful young lady, now let’s go” he opens the door, leaving you awkwardly to slip on stevens shoes and follow after him.

“still weird” you mutter, closing and locking the door behind you.

it was very strange to talk to steven in your body- hell, it was even stranger being in his.

“where exactly are we going?” you ask, steven instinctively looking down before looking up at you.

“i thought seeing howard would calm you down” he shrugged and you chuckle.

“yeah, it would” you agree, the elevator stopping and the doors sliding open before you two get off.

“i still can’t get over how weird this is” you cringe, and steven nods.

“well once you and marc quit being ding dongs, we’ll be back in our respective bodies” he shrugs, leading you towards the pond behind the cafe.

“we aren’t ding dongs” marc speaks up, and you nod in agreement, kicking a rock on the sidewalk.

“whatever- just talk it out, yeah?” steven suggests and you shrug.

“but i didn’t do anything” you say.

you hear marc chuckle and you roll your eyes. “really? you didn’t do anything? i have a list of the things you did” marc informs you and you scoff.

“yeah? well i can say the same for you” you retort while steven groans in annoyance.

you’re about to complain again when you hear your phone ring again, which makes steven pull it out and see that it’s casper again.

“he’s desperate” jake speaks up and you roll your eyes again.

“don’t answer” you give steven a look, which is still strange considering you’re basically looking at yourself.

steven just smirks and presses answer, holding the phone to his ear while you gape at him.

“you’re fucking dead” you glare at him, still walking.

“y/n? are you okay? you usually answer” you can hear casper’s voice, considering your volume was still high.

“yeah sorry about that, i was just a little busy.” steven starts and you cringe, wishing you could strangle him without people seeing and calling the police.

“oh- uhm.. that’s okay” you can tell casper was hesitant in speaking.

“it’s just one of those days, innit?” 

“what’s with the accent? are you okay?” casper asks and your eyes widen, and steven freeze, both of you standing on to the side of the sidewalk.

it’s silent for a moment before casper starts talking again. “listen, i’m going to head over just to make sure you’re okay” he starts and steven mutters curses.

you swipe a finger across your throat, making steven make a face, backing away from you a couple steps.

“did you take your medicine this morning?” casper asks again and steven goes to respond. 

“no, i forgot but you don’t have to come over” steven says swiftly, and you sigh.

“i don’t have to stay- plus my mom made more bread” he says and you’re at a crossroads.

either not have casper come over- miss out on bread but save the embarrassment.

or get that bread and be embarrassed.

it was a hard decision- that steven made for you.

“oh- oh- sure sure, uh..” 

“okay, i’ll head over in a few. see you later, y/n” casper interrupts and hangs up, steven turning to you in panic.

“shit” you mutter. “we gotta go” you steer yourself and steven around, speed walking back to the apartment building.

“what are we going to do?” steven whines in your voice.

“just don’t say anything- just have marc front, he doesn’t have the accent” you start.

“i swear on khonshu if he tries to kiss us-“ marc interrupts and you cut him off.

“nonono- don’t even say that”

“it could happen” jake says.

“shut up” you reply, coming up to the elevator inside already.

you two are unfortunately stopped by a woman, well- you’re stopped by a woman.

“hey, can you help me?” she asks you, eyeing steven beside you in your child like body.

“sure? what with?” you ask, and the woman gets closer to you.

she was a fairly pretty lady, basic white girl though.

bleach blonde, spray tan, and all that.

she leaned closer to your shoved a map in your face. “which of these is better?” she points to two different bars close by.

“oh this one for sure” you point to the first one, not knowing a clue about it.

she giggles, yanking the map back and sending a quick look to steven.

“you should join me tonight then, of course if your.. daughter doesn’t mind” she flips her hair and bats her eyelashes at you.

you snort and steven makes a face.

the lady’s smile fades a bit at your reaction, and you hold back a laugh.

“have you seen him- me?” you stutter, putting a hand to your chest.

the lady scoffs, rolling her eyes and strutting out of the building, you laughing in response.

“i don’t really look like a knob, do i?” steven asks, gesturing to your- his face.

“nah, i just didn’t want to talk to her” you shrug.

“then let’s never speak about that again” marc speaks up, you and steven nodding.

“anyways- try to get casper out of there as quick as you can” you advise, steven just nodding until marc takes over.

“what about you? what will you do?” he wonders and you wince.

“hide” 

“are you serious?” marc starts, clicking your floors button. “you’re going to leave us alone with your boyfriend?” 

“he’s not my boyfriend”

“but you want him to be” jake sings out and you groan in annoyance.

the elevator opens and you rush out, unlocking the door after finding the keys and pushing yourself inside.

“i’m going to go insane.” you conclude, staring at yourself in the mirror.

“i hate being old. my back hurts” you say sarcastically.

marc snorts and closes the door.

“listen kid, i won’t embarrass you, i’ll just take the bread and kick him out” he shrugs.

you nod slowly and sigh. “if he insists on staying just say it’s spider stuff” 

marc nods and gives you a thumbs up, and as if on cue, someone’s knocking at the door.

you go and sit in the kitchen, on the counter while marc gets the door- in your body.

still really strange to think about.

you’re swinging your- marc’s legs back and forth when you hear casper talking to him.

“are you sure you’re okay? is steven or.. marc here?” you can hear him ask, making you unconsciously smile.

“yep. he’s here. thank you for the bread, goodbye” you hear the door slam shut, and hope casper left with a good mood.

you didn’t want to make him sad or anything, and you’d definitely call him tomorrow saying you’d had an off day.

“y/n, i got the bread” you hear marc- as yourself come into the kitchen, putting the bread on the counter. it was wrapped in that clear wrap stuff so that it was germ free.

“did he look too upset?” you ask instantly, marc shaking his head.

“just.. he looked disappointed?” he shrugs and you groan.

“you didn’t have to be so blunt”

“sorry” he mutters, surprising you.

“…what?” you murmur, sliding off the counter, marc walking a bit closer to you.

“not just about being a dick to your- casper, for being.. being me” he tells you, and you purse your lips and sigh.

“i just wanted to prove that i’m strong enough” you mumble, feeling a weird sensation throughout your body, making you close your eyes tight.

once you open them, you’re back in your own body, and you look up at marc with wide eyes.

“that’s all it took? really?” you flip off the air.

“fuck that dumb bird-“ you’re cut off by marc hugging you tightly, burying his face in your hair.

“i meant it… i.. i know you’re strong enough i just.. i get nervous”

you nod against him, and wrap your arms around him in return.

“next time we go patrolling just please stay behind so we can form some kind of plan” marc suggests and you nod again.

“i’ll stay, i promise” you say, hugging him tighter.

you two eventually let go, looking at each other properly. “i’m so glad we’re back in our own bodies” you chuckle.

“yeah, that was-“

“weird”

“yeah”

you both share a small laugh, moving to the couch with marc following behind.

“how was it being young again?” you ask sarcastically, sitting down on the couch.

marc does the same and gives you a look. “how was it being tall?” he retorts, you rolling your eyes.

“how was it being-“

“okay enough” steven cuts in, you snickering.

“but in all seriousness.. i think you two needed that” steven says again and you make a face at him.

“what the hell?” you mutter, stevens eyes widening.

“oh no, not the whole body switch thing- the apologizing and understanding” he clarifies and you shrug.

“i guess” marc shrugs as well, pulling you into him while you close your eyes due to the calm atmosphere.

“i’m-“

“shh, just let me enjoy this before you annoy me for the rest of the day” marc says, patting your head.

“fine but i still didn’t get my pop tarts and i need energy so i can beat up khonshu” 

marc chuckles and presses a kiss to the top of your head, letting you relax into his side.

“i need to make lunch-“

“shush steven”

the rest of the day was you and the guys talking through what your next outing would be like.

patrolling, i mean.

you had a whole set up- you’d find crime with your y/n tingle, then you’d find it and form a plan- and then.. do the plan.

pretty simple.

plus jake had to explain to marc that you’d be perfectly fine due to the healing armor khonshu had gifted you.

and you were going to be fine.

because as long as you had your dads, you’d always be fine.

actually, a little more than fine.

you’d be great.

~~~

A/N : sorry for the short chapters lately, ive just been busy.

i really hoped you all liked it and thank you all so much for the support!! i love all the interactions i have with you guys, it makes me smile :)

see you all in two days <33

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[sukirichi]

closer | gojo satoru x reader

a/n: aaah my first ask and it’s a request! thanks so much this is so kind and sweet of you 🥺 and here it is! I’m not sure if it’s exactly what you wanted but I hope you like it anyway! 

summary: in which Gojo has the need to be closer to you after a long day of hard work

pairings: jealous! Gojo x reader

warnings: none, other than this isn’t proofread! (This is just a fluffy domestic short fic!)

masterlist ! 

The best part about being the strongest jujutsu sorcerer isn’t the power (although Gojo basks in that too) but rather the fact that he allows himself to completely tear his walls down and be putty in your hands once he comes home from work.

Gojo would never say it out loud that the best part of his days is waking up next to you, pressing kisses in your still sleepy face and you whining for five more minutes, then watching as you wobble like a penguin to the shower so you can start your day. Although he doesn’t really ask much from you, his heart still swells every time you make him a sandwich, kiss it and claim that it’s “made with love” before he proudly shows off his ‘breakfast’ of the day to his students.

Even in work, he still thinks of you. It’s quite impossible for this man to stop thinking of you; you and him never left that honeymoon phase even after two years of marriage and a much longer time of dating.

He could be exorcising a curse then get distracted afterwards after seeing an Italian restaurant that he just knows you’ll love. Next thing you know, Gojo flicks his wrist and exorcises the curse in a flash before hopping into that restaurant to look at the menu. Loving is knowing; Gojo takes the time to see if the restaurant would be respectful of your allergies every time before booking reservations.

It’s no secret that this man is completely enamoured with you, if his sappy good morning kisses accompanied with light, teasing touches down your legs is not an indication already. Gojo is confident and feels safe in your relationship and he’s never the type to get jealous because Gojo is Gojo – who else would be better than him for you?

Or at least that’s what he used to believe, until he comes home with a bag of pumpkin spice bread for you, arms wide open and a “Darling~” about to leave his lips when he sees your current predicament.

Nanami is leaning against one of the chairs in your cafe downstairs from your home, the usual stoic man’s lips and cheekbones slightly raised in laughter as you tell him something about your day. Gojo can’t exactly understand the worse falling from your lips because he’s too focused on the way you’re leaning forward, eyes absolutely crinkled into half-moons while you share a strawberry tart with him. Gojo sees the cups of tea have already been emptied, meaning Nanami has been here for a much longer time than he is welcomed.

Gojo clenches his jaw. He’s told you many times you should get a bell so you’d know when a customer comes in, but now he’s thankful you’re stubborn and refused to have one because he can hide in one of the propped up tables and chairs hidden in the darkness.

He can’t help the sigh he releases. He’s late – like he always is.

You’re a regular human who isn’t able to see curses. You’ve only ever known about their existence ever since you started dating Gojo, but other than that, you’re completely unaware of how these things work. It doesn’t bother Gojo. In fact, he quite likes that he can be just a regular man around you, and he basks in the comfort of not having to worry about your safety if ever you were also like him.

He met you when you were just still a barista who helped your boss bake from time to time. Gojo was only a student then who hopped from one cafe to another in search of the best delicacy, but he got more than what he bargained from when he met the fresh-faced and bubbly young woman standing behind the counter whose smile was sweeter than the most sugary dessert you’ve ever made.

As the two of you grew older, Gojo supported you in building your own cafe since you’re so passionate about it and it’s been your dream since childhood.

He still remembers how you’d spend hours in the kitchen trying out new ingredients, so much so that you forget to eat on most days. Gojo is left with the task of literally hauling your ass up upstairs and force you to shower with him. You lie that you’re not really tired, but the moment his skilled hands roll the tension out of your shoulders, a contented and grateful sigh paints those lips he loves to kiss.

One of the things Gojo loves doing with you is taste-testing. He’s not around the house most of the time when you work since he’s a busy man himself, but on the days he actively chooses to annoy Principal Yaga and go AWOL, he’d sit obediently on the counter and let you use him as your own taste experimenting dummy.

When night falls and you’re just about ready to head to bed; satisfied and proud of another day of hard work, Gojo comes home early to help you clean up the cafe and prop the furniture so you don’t overstrain your muscles.

Or at least, he wants to come home early to help you. It’s just that he often gets carried away on his missions and stays behind a lot longer than he’d like because the world of curses is extremely demanding. After seeing that you probably already lifted all these heavy chairs and cleaned up everything by yourself even when you’re tired, and you still have the ability to smile and laugh like that in Nanami’s presence when he should be the one on the receiving end, Gojo is unable to fight back the twisting feeling that pools in his stomach.

Forcing a huge grin on his face, Gojo loudly smacks the paper bag in the table between you and Nanami, his hands resting on the blond’s shoulder who only groans at his presence. “Yo!” He greets, winking when your eyes gleam brighter now that your husband is home.

There’s no trace or hint of anything that could indicate you’re upset with him because he didn’t come home early. Instead, you bow and excuse yourself while picking up your cups and the small plate where remnants of your signature tart had been, and Gojo watches with longing eyes as you disappear in the back room.

Now that you’re gone, Gojo drops in your seat, takes off his blindfold, and glares at Nanami. “Nanamin,” he drawls out. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here – getting chummy with my wife, no less.”

Gojo knows he’s being petty and childish. Of course he is. This is Nanamin we’re talking about; the man is as frigid and stone and he’s as interested in romantic relationships as much as he respects Gojo Satoru. Plus, it’s you, and you have eyes for Gojo and Gojo only, but it’s also Gojo Satoru who’s mixed in the formula, and he’s not the least bit ashamed that he’s being immature right now.

Of course he’s jealous. Of course he’s possessive.

You’re his sweet, little wife – of course he doesn’t like it.

As if reading his mind but couldn’t be bothered to deal with him, Nanami slides an envelope across the table. “Ijichi took a sick leave so he couldn’t give this to you. I was tasked to hand it over to you instead so I came around. It’s not my fault you come home late and your wife insisted I have a short meal before I came home,” Gojo opens his to retort something stupid when you emerge from the back, pretty face tired yet still patient as ever.

“Leaving already, Nanami?” You smile up at him, hand slipping through Gojo’s bigger and rough ones. He doesn’t know why the gesture leaves him stunned, especially when you step close enough that he feels your heat on this sudden cold night. He’s so entranced by everything about you he doesn’t even notice the blond bidding his farewell.

Gojo watches as you turn to face him, smaller hands reaching up to caress his face. Now that his blindfold is gone, his hair falls down to forehead, your dainty fingers brushing them away from his eyes so you could marvel in its beauty.

Like a little kid, he melts into a puddle when you do that exact eye-smile he’s seen you do with Nanami, only this time, it’s reserved, private, and intimate.

Gojo shuts his eyes in the process, nearly stumbling forward, which he doesn’t really let happen with anyone because he’s the Gojo Satoru; strongest jujutsu sorcerer. But you don’t mind, you never do, and if anything it only makes you laugh when he pretends to be deadweight by collapsing into the crook of your neck.

“What a big baby,” you tease with your hand rubbing up and down his back in a soothing motion, all the tiredness and exhaustion from his day disappearing into thin air.

“Yes,” he concedes as he follows you up the stairs where you both change into your pyjamas and settle in for the night. “But I’m your big baby.”

The nickname makes you laugh, head thrown back as giggles erupted in your chest. You’ve already removed your makeup, hair down from your work hairnet and flowing in loose waves. Gojo stifles a gasp then, because you’re in his arms, in his bed, smelling like him, and you’re so soft, so free, so vulnerable and the way you lean into his shoulders while he rubs his cheek on the crown of your head makes him feel like he’s falling in love all over again.

He’ll never get tired of this – of you.

The mere thought of seeing you with someone else that isn’t him doesn’t sit well with Gojo. Now he understands why he’s so jealous and immature – it’s because he hasn’t wanted anyone or anything as much as he loves you.

He can’t imagine a life where he’ll wake up to his mornings without your limbs sprawled across his longer ones, or how he may never hear your sleep talks about birds and butterflies; which is utterly ridiculous, but because it’s you, he finds it adorable. Sometimes Gojo wonders how he ever even lived before meeting, but of course, those were days filled with nothing but him doing weird stupid shit.

Not that he’s stopped doing that, but now at least he’s doing those weird stupid with you.

And he only ever wants to share those with you, so he doesn’t and will never allow anyone else to take what’s rightfully his. You’re his wife, the love of his life, the sunshine in his mornings and the sunset of his beautiful dusk.

He doesn’t care if he’s petty – he’s got every right to be jealous because Gojo Satoru never shares what’s his.

When his mind races back to the way you smile for Nanami again, his hold on you grows tighter. You don’t complain when Gojo suddenly presses his lips into yours, a breathy moan blessing his ears once he finally moves on top of you. Gojo runs his hand under your – his – shirt, letting those talented hands of his roam upon the expanse of his skin like an artwork he’ll never get tired of looking at.

“Missed you,” he mumbles in between the lip-locking, leaning closer when your nails start to scratch his scalp as a way to soothe him from the night. Nothing about the kiss is hurried or fervent; rather, it’s calm and steady, slow and passionate, much like how everything he feels for you is similar to a calm, rainy day where he’ll stay in with a hot cup of chocolate.

You’re home – warmth and comfort – and you know you’re his just as he knows he’s yours, but it doesn’t stop him from kissing you like he wants you to never forget that.

You shiver when Gojo’s fingers tickle your ribcage, that spot always having been sensitive. Your husband swipes his tongue over your lips that still tastes like strawberries from your lipbalm, and he groans, falling forward when you allow him access into your sweet, sweet mouth. Meanwhile, you travel down from his hair into those broad, strong shoulders that always seemed like a fortress to you.

Gojo was so big and strong compared to you. There’s no denying he could easily break you if he wanted to, but he’s nothing but gentle – perhaps a little eager – when he holds you like this.

There’s no memory of how you end up on top of his lap that night with the covers barely strewn across your bodies, Gojo’s back pressing into the bed frame that’s witnessed endless nights of passion. His hands then run over your hips, squeezing it a little too hard until you rut against his hips.

“Hmm,” you moan into his mouth at the friction, while Gojo only smirks at your reaction. Even after years, you’re still so sweet, sensitive, and responsive – he just can’t get enough of it. “Satoru,” the way you say his name is so breathy, almost as if it’s a secret only the two of you should know, so he listens intently at your next words. “You’re a little needy tonight. Did something happen?”

“No,” he lies, smiling to himself once he sees your lips are red and bruised. He’s sure he looks the same, but your eyes are glossed over with love that he can’t resist you pulling you to him as if the space offends him. He trails his lips down to your neck to leave red patches of marks that claims you as his – not that the gold wedding band on your fingers wasn’t doing the job already.

Like the good girl you are, you tilt your head and allow him to do as he pleases. He sucks, licks, kisses and nips at the skin, all the while careful to not hurt you or push you over to the edge since both of you are too tired for the day to ever do anything.

Your head drops to the crook of his neck then, arms wrapped around his shoulders loosely as if you trusted him to catch you whenever you fall – and you know he will. He always will.

Later on, you grow sleepy at the way he starts to pepper kisses into your skin that addictingly smells like cinnamon and vanilla all at the same time. Gojo chuckles to himself at how peaceful you look in that moment, draped over him like a tiny puppy who lives in a world too big for themselves, but that’s not true.

You’re bigger than the universe itself, larger than the vast galaxies he held beneath those eyes, and Gojo finally stops being jealous.

There’s no need to be, after all, not when he’s the one you trust wholeheartedly to tuck you in bed while your soft breathing lulls him into slumber as well. Gojo flicks the lamp off with his finger, not wasting another second before he scoots closer, closer, closer until there’s no more recollection of where you begin and where he ends.

He stands corrected in his statement.

He’ll never get tired of this, of you, for you’re bigger than the universe itself and there’s still a lot of space between the two of you that he can’t wait to cross until your worlds crash and burn.

“Next time,” he promises before kissing your eyelids, “I’ll come home earlier.”

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