#he didnt have to do all that for a deeply deeply fucked up guy twice his age who hes just met. famous freshly not dead hero or not

[hiveswap]

OUGH. theyre gonna really end a superhero comic with a tolstoy quote thematically accurate enough to kill on impact.

#I started reading these because i was interested in the guardians after the 3rd film and didnt wanna interact with the mcu... #and now i have a new absolute wet paper towel poor meow meow with every disease known and unknown to man #he would have won most mentally ill bitch on the block prize during the annihilation war but hes gotten 100 times worse over the 8 years #6 of them spent in basically hell #other two spent carrying an entire space army's/alien planet's legacy alone through several wars #holy shit dude get space therapy. or whatever. #also sam really nearly went and got stuck with him in the cancerverse huh. #i guess the nova helments only work on people who are reckless and self sacrificial and only have one functional braincell #he didnt have to do all that for a deeply deeply fucked up guy twice his age who hes just met. famous freshly not dead hero or not #marvelcomics #sam alexander

[weirdlizard26]

ok hello hi in honour of me finishing season 6 of dr who i will write out my impression of it before starting s7! that there WILL be spoilers so im putting it under the cut!

first things first, it was definitely a HUGE improvement from s5 in my opinion. like it was in general just a lot more enjoyable for me, though still not quite satisfactory. i think matt smith finally got properly into the role too which is nice.

still. this season was deeply unsatisfying. there were so many interesting threads that i feel just didnt go anywhere or didnt get nearly enough development.

1) i thought the "youre my best friend" scene btwn amy and the doctor was very very sweet but i felt it just came out of nowhere? she spent the entire s5 having to "choose" between him and rory and i do appreciate their friendship but i wish they had more time to really develop that kind of relationship

2) i was honestly so happy to see 2 companions throughout this whole season! i think it makes up for a really fun dynamic :]

3) i love rory with all my heart hes such a sweetheart but i feel a little weird about his character development? it definitely makes a lot of sense seeing as how hes 2k years old at this point but it just feels to me like that was done at amy's expense? it feels like shes denied the same development time and time again and i dont like that. i will be honest i don't like her as a person and that in part is due to her behaviour in s5 (i will never fucking forgive them for that scene where she confessed to the doctor it was so dumb and so deeply unpleasant but i digress) BUT i think shes an interesting character and wasnt done justice. like!!! the way i see it, she is contrasted with all the previous companions by the fact that shes not that great of a person. which isnt a bad thing! she had such a huge potential for growth but it felt like every time she learned a lesson she forgot it the very next episode or it just felt like it just didnt matter in the grand scheme of things. which i blame on the writing, in case that wasnt clear. great potential, terrible performance

4) and now for the loose threads.

4a) madame kovarian was such an intriguing villain and the sneak peaks we got of her only hyped it up but then i feel that just went nowhere? she served cunt for one whole episode where she wasnt even the main focus and then died. and im assuming she didnt REALLY die given this is doctor who after all but her participation in this season specifically was deeply disappointing to me.

4b) in the same vein, i really wish we could see more of melody and more specifically her upbringing and training. all that teasing of "the woman who murders the doctor" only for her to try to kill him for half an episode and suddenly become "one of the good guys" as soon as he makes sad wet puppy eyes at her?

4c) in the same vein (again) all the teasing of how river and the doctor meet and fall in love and then when she meets him for the first time they dont even get to spend any time together to bond and actually develop any real feeling for each other? and then they just get married for no reason other than it was teased? "i love you more than any living being in the universe" bold statement for a girl who met him ~twice~! it was all so intriguing but it just fell flat in the end.

4d) now dont get me wrong. i fucking hated the ending scene of mid season finale. "um actually all of this horror is your fault because you did too good of a job saving people so now people who want to do fucked up shit are scared of you and want to kill you. if only you didnt save all those people so good we wouldnt be in this situation!" like do you realize how ridiculous that is. even so! that literally didnt fucking go anywhere. was it just supposed to be a one-off guilt trip that never gets addressed again and doesnt change anything other than anger me? what was the purpose of that. it was said as if it was leading up to some huge character discovery moment for the doctor but then it just. didnt. he just left to look for melody.

4e) "i didnt want you to die without making you see how much people love you" yeah and. yeah? go on? oh? we're just leaving it at that? no old friends coming together to save his ass and yell at him abt how much they care about him? other than the justice whatever that we saw in ONE episode and who didnt even get any help from the doctor lending him their robot suit? ok.

4f) all that build-up to accepting your fate and being at peace with death (which like. we've already done all that with ten and i loved that arc but whatever ok lets do it again i guess) only for him to not die was. a little disappointing? i mean dont get me wrong im glad hes ok but it just felt empty bc it didnt lead to anything. and like again i LOVED the solution to that particular puzzle! of course the doctor lies and of course he'll find a way to cheat death again thats what he DOES but its just upsetting that that whole build-up was virtually for nothing

ok thats all for now. in conclusion, s6 was much better than s5 for me but still disappointing. hoping s7 will pick up!

as always i welcome any and all comments and discussion just be niceys to me

#wl26 #watch log #dw log

[szif]

i Just finished disco elysium here's my thoughts on it

[first words as the credits roll]

this was worth the 11+ hours of gametime in a row of a "itll take 3 more hours to wrap it up, i'll quickly go through it!" and here's me, nearing 6 am, about to go to sleep. haha. like holy shit just finished the game. i feel like i have played this before and i have the memories full crystal clear but the ending just feels relatable because it feels like a recollection of everything people throw at you its like... a "confession scene" like how most storygames also have them, where you have to recount all your actions and your environment decides on your fate. im just real glad i took the time to actually finish it

[actual spoilery part]

having to go with cuno is the biggest punishment in the entire game and i remember it being like that (do not ask where these memories are from. i looked it up and i apparently have, in fact, played this game before, a ... year ago? and yet i didnt notice it when i was playing it?) and just the abscence of kim hit me so hard i decided on just loading a save for it.

kim was the best fucking character ever like he was so like, cool and i wanted him to just say literally anything. kept trying to talk to him just to see if he would have a little convo with me like he was just lovely. all his reactions and how the relationship develops between our guy and him? it was amazing he really was a huge boost to my fun!!!! and i feel like all the dialogue and the setting itself was just. a huge part of it. like they knew what they were doing and kim is the biggest example of it.

for like . im sorry i am so tired icant make all these symbols you know what okay i will but it physically pains me. all these [vague gestures] stuff i actually felt like i could somewhat understand the game and what i need to do and i didnt actually feel like, über confused or felt like the game is impossible. i just did my own thing and also set out to my own adventures to have fun. i literally had fun throughout the entire game and loved every second of it until i accidentally got kim fucking shot and got locked with cuno. like that was fucking horrible. but it really surprised me like i felt like it would be stressful or i would break down crying about it at least once or twice but no. it was great.

im really just like. amazed by the game honestly. like yay videogames are actually fun. and thank you to whichever tumblr user uploaded it in a hurry then took it down for their safety again because i feel like thats how i have a copy of it? so thank you, whoever that stranger might be, because i feel like i gained some nice fun from it and i probably wouldnt have gotten the game otherwise out of my volition besides having it conveniently placed in front of me. thank you, but really!!!

oh yeah, im im sorry my brain is a bit scrambled but honestly i was super into the fact that i found that stickbug thing and didnt have to leave each other behind. i dont know if it played out once for me or not but i went with my guy kim and left our guy in there. it has been great i really liked that outcome. but thats not what i want to say actually the thing i want to say would be something like "i feel so deeply uncomfortable and theres something spiralling and warping in me, a part of myself that doesnt sit right with the fact that the ending was about some pretty much homeless guy who through a political assassination got his opposing enemy soldier when all of the stuff was unwrapping inside the town." a bunch of troubled people walling your cop ass out from them because you're trouble and they all carry their baggage and everything is more complex as they seem but the law and justice is blind almost even when we're seemingly corrupt because we are fulfilling our jobs as like, police officers and so thats how it really ends for us? for him? i feel like i need to sit down and yes i have heard this ending and his entire talk before and it made me slightly uncomfortable listening to it but i havent really paid attention to any of it i was just clearly aware that like being so lustful about a clean win is. so disgusting. but i also feel like after coming back(?)(did it exist?) to it i still havent really gotten to know how i should feel OR like if i even got any of the thing that was being said or implied. like i dont know i feel like i just have nothing going on with me that could be making me understand any of it even when the feeling is there. but ill just get a clear head and look what happened in there later like i usually am awake hours before . and im over here trying to conceptualize all my troubles in the world. it really didnt sit right with me i just got nausea from just like how unfolding everything was only to leave the most bitter fucking like. well . "Nothing" for us. after all that we've experienced?

man it was just real fun and ill probably think about it for a while and try to pick out some real fun parts of it ...

#dcmnt #<- ill pick a tag later to save all my 'i just finished [x]...' stuff... this is temporary! #disco elysium

[rawrmeansilyindinosawr]

REA$$UR@nc3 Rice .!!!!<3

GuandulASS pigeon Peepee peas<3 n reassurance rice …. r so yummy.!! w chorizoos n spams n chili oil:) Okokokkkkk so i hasnt written blogzz posts in a WHILEEZZ cuz ive been SAD CUZ I HAS NO MORE ADDERALLL N I BEEN takin lotzz of time 2 b semi domesticatedd .!! my tummy hurtz from k crampz n bein shemxii n im at a macdonaldzz rn drinkin a carmel fappeH. :-} i luv eating reasusrancess rices cuz it means my boyfriend luvs meh even tho brown rice is rly crunchie n he is cute in his daddy cardigan:-]] N CAMEL MILK MAKES U PREGENANET.!!!

we walkeDd 2 da wrong sapphire strwipp club n dese white ppl in front of us were like “is this whut it’s like to feel lik ur in Bushwick.??” Officee mag zine strippah releases wuz fun n kute tho i did leave after 3 min :-] i wuff kholing n trauma dumping in chikfila 4 approxx three hours is littytittttyz n crying ab how many abandonment issuezz u has:-] n linkin wiff fwendzz at starrbarr n farewell n then crying 2gether at market hotel so hard til security asks u if ur ok then ur old situationshipz old roomie whos rly hot tells u they lik ur red assthetic cuz ur like shy n like in luv with them kinda n alsoo u jus got a haircutt at tha same place tht they fucked it up the first time but it wuz kinda good just likk how Tht piercing place off myrtle wycoff fucked ur bridge twice but lik wuz kinda good n lit for ur hippy dippys rn :.?! Every1 deserves 2nd n 3rd chancezz to redo piercings On ur body n haircutz cuz piercings can b removed n hair grows back.!!! n Everything 😃🙃 is temporary lik permanenttattooz .!!! N berlin guy at markett who asked meh to go into baffroom wiff him to do his Berlin K MADE MEH CRY.!!!!!!!

I luvv going on the train N reminiscing ab old aptzz u Ated max N cheeze in N doing K in the park in broaddayy Lite in chinatown shaming our ex’s in deep addiction while we snort deeply n Hard in front of Children while All my cute clothes From the Xxtra virgin Popup shoppeeepee kinda fall off of meh N i almost Stole their chinese leggings then realized While after i paid n was pretending to listen to another artistss story ab their visual art piece then i had an anxiety attack.!!!!!!! beijing yogurt is LIT.!!!

i am still UNMEDICATED FOR MY ADHD N I DUNTTT KARE ANYMOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE .!!!’ my indexxx finger has 3 holes on it from stabbing myself unintentionallt wiff tagging Gun n yessh im annoyed cuz the office i work at w three earth signs n A PUPPY is still acting lik everythin i say is WEIRD n fat shaming shelly duvAll n they told meh to turn my music lowerr cuz u cullds hear moi music thRu my dollskilzz Bedazzled kitty headphonezz . :-[ im sad ab my crush who i stood up at carmallows 2 yrs ago but mercury gatorades is best in the flavor CHERRY GLACIER.!!!!!!

yEth my eyebrows r growinn out rn N r awkward n Yethh my kuromi socks r sticking out of my WOODENjeffreyy campbells Rn n Yethh my nipple piercings still haves pus inside AND outside N yethh i still has aKUTE pain of my rite shoulder as a diagnosis on my Mychart in callen Lourde N Yethh istill am doing k in the bathroom B4 n After my 9amtherapyy appointmentzz dere n Yethh dressing more n more slutty unconsciously for each appointment n workday N Yethh i did tell my therapist i think Theyy r the type of queer adult thtt dresses like a comfortable baby AKA all queer adultss wear overallz n sweater vests n lik make it shemxy n Kute in their own way cuz thts Faggot Fashion.!!!!

IM PEEINGG AT DIS MCDONALDZZ N DERE IS HAIR ALL OVER THE SINK N ALL OVER THA FLOOR N ALL OVER THAA TOILETT N IM SCARED SOMEONEE RIPPED OUT ALL THEY HAIR FROM DEYY HEAD JUS TO MAKE A STATEMNTTT RN N IT MAKES MEHH RLY SAD WHEN MY BOYFRIEND ALMOST TRIPS BC THEN I AM IN A FRAGILE EMOTIONAL STATE BC I AM SAD BC HE ALMOST FELL BUT DIDNT N THEN IT MAKES ME SAD BC I THOUGHT AB HIM FALLING N NOW BAD IT COULD HAV BEEN BUT HE DIDNTTTTT.!!! also he hass alopicia only on his thighs :/]

i FINALLT CONQUEREDD MY FEAR OF WEED N AM SMOKIN A J WITH QUEEF ALLLLL OVA IT WHILE WATCHING DA SUNSETT N WALKIN 7 BLOCKS 2 FIND DA TAMALE WOMAN WITH MANGOes IN WILLIAMSBURG N NOT FINDING HER :-]]]]]] i bleached my hair 4 times in one dayy last wk cuz of IMPULSIVITY N then havin a mental brekdownz cuz i wuz called “STRABWRRY SHORTCAKE PHEONIX HALEY WILLIAMZZ POLLYPOCKET.” le FUKIN SIGEHH. ii keepss tinkin ab how i wanna get married at oliveGardein but not lik in the soy meat frozen chiggen nugget way.., n how i rly want my boyfriend to divorc his wife .! N how ii made cookie4 u butt ated it n how i offered last bitee 2 u n Den u ated it n now im SAD.!!! N i wanna beat up my sisters boyfriend “KALE”for eating my fried chikkin 1 yr ago.!

i luv gettin airdropped selfies of peoples vaginas with their fingers spreading it open on Tha train n gettin picked up by Latinx uber drivers whose names r Chang Chiu n kholing in the basement of Hawaaiinn restaurantsz n doin our makeups for 25 minzz dereess . KATCH ME in likeee three More music videozz cumming out soon N also in la la landds this thurs til mondayzz n plannin diss chiggens fashion show in June tht my boss says i need to “LOWERR MY EXPECTATIONS FOR…” :-] <3 <3 i kunt wait 2 c mybestie dere who just rolled their ankle n got their tires popped n has a frog obsession n a pet opposum named mochi :-] <3 <3

Xxx, have safe seggs, or NOT,,,,,, N never trust a bride who is a PODATRIST…!!!!,

renny Xcx <3 <3

Vroom vroom.!!!! :-D

[sicjimin]

Hiii im so sorry if you are not taking requests, but i really love your writting style. I had this idea regarding this run (ep 4 i think) where the guys were doing like a circle of challenges and jk had to chug a little box of milk and then throw it in a bucket. When he failed, he had to do it again until making it. So i was thinking about him just chugging a lot of milk really fast and then when they finally finish the challenge and are all happy and giddy he just throws up

A.N : hello TT im sorry this request has been long overdue .. i hope this meets your expectations and you like it ! and i'm squeezing another request here as well, from this asks, as i think it fits into the story :] thank u for requesting and thank u for being patient with me TT im sorry once again this took a long time for me to work on (( and i cant find the gif from that ep TT))

TW : emeto

Jungkook knows that this game was a bad idea, like, drinking a carton of milk after spinning? They must have out of their minds.

But what can he do? right?

He is professional after all.

"Yah! Jungkook-ah! Let's switch", Seokjin's words from the other side of field making his eyes widen.

"What?", he asks in between catching his breath. His world still tilting after doing jegi and spinning for 2 times in a row.

" Let's switch, so we can win this fast", Seokjin says again as he walk over his spot.

He didnt get to mutters an argument as the PD-nim already asking them to start again, along with his members shout to start.

He gulps down faint taste of sick, as nausea start building up on the pit of his stomach. He feels dizzy.

Yet, he needs to spin again.

As the PD-nim yells start, and the stopwatch running, that's when his nightmare also starts.

Adrenaline start rushing in his blood, getting pumped while looking at the other members doing their own challenge until it comes to his turn.

"Jungkook!! come on you can do it"

"Jungkook! lets go!"

The members shout ringing on his head as he spins his body, stumbling over his feet as he finished, shakily open the milk, chugging it in one go and—

"Arrghhh!"

It missed.

They had to start again.

He pulled all of his remaining focus over his dizzy gaze as he start to spin after the other members finished their challenge, opened the carton of milk, chugging it again, and—

"YAAAA!", the members scream indicate that he succeeds. He yells in excitement as he began to cheers Jimin on the next challenge.

The scream got louder as Jimin managed to finish in one go.

They start running around the field, ending the torturous game and happily prepared the punishment for the staff.

Jungkook stand shyly on the end of the line, watching Jimin and Seokjin that grinning ear to ear as they put .. he doesn't know what kind of ingredients are there and is that even legal to blend together. The sight of the mixture makes him want to hurl.

He stands quietly, opening his mouth once or twice to give necessary comments as the camera still rolling on.

But he feels something is wrong with him, as everything starts kicking him—his too much spin, and his rapid consumption of milk...

He gulps.

The feeling of sickness slowly creeping into his chest.

He grimaced when it morph into a burp, leaving a sour gas that exactly smell and taste like milk, in his mouth.

He feels like throwing up.

"Yoongi hyung", he whispers, nudging the older beside him that still mesmerized with the staff drinking the weird mixture.

Yoongi didn't budge.

" Hyung", he tries again, louder this time, nudging the older with more force. His heart starting to race faster and his mouth start feeling sour. The milk is swirling in his stomach.

He's really going to be sick.

Yoongi finally turn his attention to him.

"What?" , he asks as he glance at him.

"Can we move out of camera for a while?", Jungkook asks, his legs tapping anxiously, trying hard not to throw up, which is not working since the smell of the milk keeps haunting him.

"Why?", Yoongi asked still looking straight at him. He could read the confusion in the elder's eyes.

" I don't feel well", Jungkook says, taking big breaths, and pressing his fingers to his lips, hoping that he won't accidentally gag as it has been sitting heavily on the back of his throat.

Yoongi frowns, but still grabbing his wrist without saying another words, signaling to the one of the staff that catch them, that they need to go.

They didnt go far, just to the other side of the field.

Jungkook quickly hunched over, breathing in and out deeply, trying to calm himself and ignore the churning in his gut.

"Are you going to be sick?", he heard Yoongi asking, but he didn't manage to mutter words as a harsh—and wet gag, erupted from his body, making him pitched forward, answering Yoongi's question.

He shuddered at the horrible sensation that engulf his body. It makes him more nauseous.

He hears his hyung sigh. And suddenly, arms are wrapping around his waist as he feels his shoulder press against his own, and hands rubbing soothing circles on his back.

" Just let it out, Kook-ah", Yoongi whisper.

He tries to listen—but the churning in his gut is more prominent, it makes him shut his eyes tight.

His hand clenched into fist, nails digging into his palm, as he feels warm liquid seeping on his throat.

And before he knows, he's gurgling out milk he just drank. Spraying messily into the grass below him, making a big puddle of white liquid.

He groan in agony, trying to swallow another round, but it keeps escaping through his throat.

"Uurrrkkk-", he retches again, bringing up a bigger stream of milk , making him gasp for air, coughing painfully.

"Shhh, Kookie", he hear Yoongi murmurs, massaging his nape gently, urging his body to let out everything that he wants.

Jungkook could hear mumbles behind him, maybe the members, or the staff, he didn't know. He was too busy fighting against the urge to throw up as his stomach seems to protest against everything he ate or drink—it keeps clenching and brings vomit up with each heave.

It felt like minutes later, or it might take more than minutes to make it go away, or for him to realize what is happening to him.

"Fuck..", he moans as he clutching his stomach and straighten his body when nausea finally subsided.

He sniffles as he watches the mess that he made.

"Hyung ..", he whimper as he look at Yoongi that return his gaze fondly.

He feels like crying.

He didn't want to look back and meet with the staff and members' expressions.

They must been disgusted with him.

" Yoongi hyung ..", he whimper once again.

"Come here", Yoongi says and opens his arms, beckoning for him, " Are you done?"

Jungkook stare for a second, blinking his tears away, and nods before burying his head on the older crooks.

"Want to go home..", he whispered as he clutch his fingers tightly on the older's shirt.

" Okay, Kook", Yoongi whispers, patted his back gently, rubbing comforting circles in his back, " We'll go now", he said as they walked away.

The rest of it went like a blur for him. He remembers a bunch of people asking him if he was feeling okay, what happened, etc, but Yoongi shut them up away, sternly asking the director to wrap up the shooting.

The next thing he know, he's already in the van, sandwiched between Jimin and Yoongi.

"We're going home, Kook-ah", he heard Jimin says softly.

"Yeah..", Jungkook answer. Feeling tired and sleepy.

It has been quite tiring today.

"Sleep now", Jimin said as he run his thumb over Jungkook's sweaty hands. Jungkook nods slowly, starting to doze off as Yoongi's fingers that carding his hair are lulling him off.

He closed his eyes as his mind started to drift off with darkness overtaking his sight, drifting off into sleep.

***

He didn't know how long he has been sleeping, but he knows that they were still in the van, and he's dizzier than ever.

He groans, blinking his eyes and lifting his head from where it laying against Yoongi's shoulder, that also fast asleep.

He feels dizzy, so much.

There was an odd taste in his mouth— maybe the remaining vomit— It makes everything worse for him.

He tries to shift in his seat—but blame his groggy body that responding to everything slowly— as he just realized how nauseous he actually is, and with the car moving, he suddenly moving his body, it feels like he's going to lose control and throws up right then and there.

As if on que.

He felt sick. So sick. Terribly sick.

A sharp pain on his stomach made Jungkook curl in his seat as he throw up.

A brown watery liquid spraying from his mouth and spurting messily in front of him, staining his pants, his seat, even Jimin's and Yoongi's side a little bit.

His eyes widen, and he could hear someone gasping, but his ears are ringing with adrenaline.

Before he could register anything, his body lurched again, bringing up more vomit.

He didn't even know if its food or drink. But it was a lot of it all at once. Like a wave, washing him with every drop of it.

"Uurrrkk-"

" Eww .. what the fuck—", Jimin curses under his breath when he feels something wet splashing beside him. "Jungkook! Shit "

"Pull over!", Yoongi yells.

The engine immediately coming to halt.

Jungkook could feel Jimin pulling his body slowly from the car, guiding him out for him to continue his vomiting session, " Let it out here, Kook-ah", Jimin says as he crouch beside the younger, running his hand over his back.

Jungkook pant heavily and wipe his mouth as he gags. Again.

"Hyung—", he chokes out before he throws up once more. Expelling the remaining of what his stomach still has. Yoongi is helping him out, wiping his forehead with tissues that he brought along.

It took him few minutes, until he left gagging emptily.

He felt weak—as if all energy leave his body as soon as his stomach stop spewing his guts from all the things that was inside.

" Better?", he heard Jimin softly asks, handing him bottle of water that he gratefully takes a sip, rinsing his mouth to get rid of the foul taste.

After his organs calmed down, thats when everything dawned on him.

"Hyung ...", Jungkook chokes out as tears springing on his eyes.

He feels .. horrible? embarassed? exhausted? You name it.

" 'm sorry..", he continues, his voice cracking, "I make a mess..", he mumbles, looking down on his clothes—the fabric soaked from the liquid he vomited earlier, and he feels his heartbeat accelerating.

His cheeks flushed red, feeling guilt gnaw at his insides.

"It's okay, Kook", Yoongi chimed in, pulling his tired body against him as he hug him tight.

" I'm sorry hyungie ...", Jungkook cries, leaning against Yoongi who rubs his back soothingly.

" I didn't mean to, I'm really sorry ...", Jungkook continues to sobs. Yoongi's words fall empty on his ears, drowning between his guilt and embarrassment.

"Yah, Kook, its fine. You're sick. You can't help it", Jimin said.

Yoongi hummed in agreement. " Are you feeling better now? You think you can continue the ride?"

Jungkook nods, still not lifting his head from Yoongi's shoulder. His fingers unconsciously playing with his hyung shirt.

Yoongi chuckles, "Yah, stop crying!"

"Sorry..", Jungkook mutters quietly, and he feels Yoongi pat his head reassuringly.

"It's fine Kook-ah, the driver and the others has cleaned the seat up, let's go back to our dorm, okay?"

Jungkook nods silently as Jimin helps him stand up from where he's squatting.

He snuggles his head on Jimin's shoulder as they seated, grimaces lightly as the smell of vomit still lingering in the car.

He wants the seat to open and swallow him whole.

Jimin chuckles lightly, sensing Jungkook's distress and embarrassment at once. "Just sleep Kook", he whispers, squeezing his hand. " No one held a grudge after you"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!jungkook #caretaker!yoongi #caretaker!jimin

[i-may-be-stupit]

Idk the horney got me, so here we are HAHAHAHA 18+ and kinda a bit of crack at times, ENJOY!!!!! Oh! And this is reletively gender neutral, babes!!

Your name is (Y/N) (L/N). And you've always been known as a good kid. That is until your father was murdered by a hero. He did a lot of dirty work, sure, but he did it for his family to survive. And when a hero took him down, everyone cheered. They never though about his family. Nor his place in the world. They saw him as dirt. The same way you started seeing heros.

To you, heros didn't care about the villians and didn't care whether they died or lived. They were savage beasts who needed to be taken down. You became a villian. You would assassinate hero after hero with the simple tittle of "Marrow." And that's when you met the League.

They had the same ideals as you and could help make your dream a reality.

You joined the League, but you were still you. You were a seemingly innocent flower that blossomed in any form of villainous mayhem.

Your quirk was known as simply bone manipulation. You could manipulate your bones however you pleased and you could even shoot them out like needles. But, you were at higher risk for osteoporosis.

Its been 6 months since then and you've made yourself at home with the LOV. Twice and Toga were your closest friends now, but Shigaraki just hits different.

You'd go out and have fun with your two close friends, and to be honest, you're pretty sure that you three had pulled every prank possible on Dabi. Kurogiri was like a dad to you now. He gave lots of great advice and made sure that you kept up with your online college classes in between villian duties.

But shigaraki was a whole other story.

I mean, he was usually crule and hateful towards everyone, but the League was his soft spot. He treats members like family. He cherishes them. Even if he doesn't say it. He almost always have been putting them first.

And it made you kind of...attracted to him.

Yeah, he was dryer than the Saharan Desert, and had a diet of strictly microwavable ramen and redbull, but he was actually a good guy. You caught yourself staring at him a few times per day and your crush on him was appearant to you as well as all the other members.

So here you were, staring in awe at Tomura as he and Dabi played against eachother in Mortal Kombat. (They'd fight at least once a day, so Kurogiri made up the idea of fighting in Mortal combat instead whenever they got fed up with eachother) You blushed, seeing Shigaraki so serious. Ugh, there's just something about him...

Toga walked into the room and sat down in the loveseat next to you. She smirked before loudly announcing, "Gee, (Y/N)! It looks like your boyfriend, Tomura, is winning!" You started choking her.

No, deadass.

You fucking wrapped your hands around her neck and violently shook her head back and forth like Bart and Homer Simpson. Toga just laughed and moaned, causing you to feel too violated to keep choking her. You let go and as you did, Shigaraki stood up and started making fun of Dabi for being a "Bitch ass loser."

You blushed deeply, eyes lidded while gazing at the crusty boy. All you could see was Shigaraki, hearts around him as he did his breathtaking victory dance in slow motion. His gorgeous, dehydrated body swayed and jiggled happily as he jumped a few times, white specs gently fluttered from his head. His dandruff glistening in the florescent lights, as you sighed, absolutely smitten. Dabi rolled his eyes at his boss before looking at you. He then smirked. This cant be good.

Dabi chuckled. "Oh okay, Shiggy, you beat me fair and square." Shigaraki looked at him suspiciously. "It's okay though." He smirked, "Because I'm sure that (Y/N) can give me a little pick-me-up!"

The white haired boy glarred at Dabi then at you. Dabi slyly slipped over to you and Toga. He grabbed you be your wrist and pulled you up to stand. You were too flustered out of your mind to even do anything. He wrapped both of his hands around your waist. "Isn't that right, baby?"

You laughed awkwardly, "Dabi, not to be rude or anything, but you seem like a heavy man and I don't know if I could manage carrying all of your body weight if I were to pick you up, I mean my bones are kinda brittle as they are and-"

He brought his face to yours and kissed your neck softly. "We're gonna have some fun tonight, right?" You fucking hit him with a suplex, a small crack being heard from your hip. God damn it, your fucking brittle ass bones! Everyone burst out in laughter (aside from Kurogiri who was facepalming). Dabi sat on the floor rubbing his head in pain. "Fuck, (Y/N)! It was a joke!"

You folded your arms and frowned. "Well don't joke around with me like that!" Heat rose to your cheeks, "Especially in front of T-Tomura..." You looked at your boss to see him still too busy laughing at Dabi getting backflipped. You smiled shyly, holding your cheeks and wiggling like the love sick shit you are. He's so dreamy~ oh my, is he coughing up blood from laughing too hard?

You looked in disgust for a moment before sighing loudly. Ugh, it's so sexy when he coughs up blood! Shigaraki looked at his hand before licking the blood back into his mouth like a fucking heathen-

Sorry.

Your fucking heathen.

Later that night, everyone was out and about, leaving you and Shigaraki alone. He was drinking a glass of rum and coke as you doodled in a little notebook. You looked up to see him staring at you already. You both quickly looked away. It's been rough lately, dealing with your crush on him.

And Tomura was catching on.

Well, kinda.

He thinks he's really ugly and unworthy of love, so he thinks you just stare at him because you're still taken back at how hideous (he believes) he is. He's been wearing Father on his face more often and been getting more easily upset at you. But, he was also confused because he was starting to like your fragile self.

He's scared that he'll break you with one tap of the finger. That's just how fragile you seem. Shigaraki smiled softly, staring deeply into his glass.

(Y/N) seems so fragile, but they're a god damn hurricane.

Shigaraki swirled his cup around, deep in thought. How can they fight so well when they seem so brittle? It's strange. It's unexpected... It's interesting. Your boss' cheeks turned a tint of pink. (Y/N) can pull off a suplex on Dabi. Their back bent so far... I wonder what (Y/N) looks like arching it for me... He looked over at your figure. You were awkwardly dangling your feet off the couch, seeming to be lost in thought. Tomura sighed and took another whisk of his drink. They're way too cute for me...

There's been a lot of awkward times with you two alone. And you could both feel the tension. Shigaraki left to his room with a small sigh. He hates basically everything. But you? He might just love you.

You two hung out a lot actually. You'd play videogames together and have small movie nights for the two of you. You vividly remembered cuddling up beside him one winter night. It was snowing and you two chatted while sitting on the floor making Smores in the fireplace.

But it got harder and harder to be around eachother when you both started liking eachother. It got...awkward. And the night that Tomura asked you if you wanted to watch a horror movie with you and got a concerned face from you was the night his heart broke. You just didn't want to accidentally grab him at a jumpscare and have him laugh at you for being a pussy. But he thought that you just didnt trust him.

You sighed, thinking about that shitty night, and walked to Shigaraki's room. You had to tell him about your feelings. You knocked softly and was allowed to enter. Shigaraki was sitting in bed, wide awake, just sitting there, staring at the wall in front of him in thought.

You sat awkwardly on his bed in a tense silence for a good minute as the man just stared awkwardly at you through the hand on his face. Shigaraki sighed when he noticed you werent going to say anything, and he set Father down on his nightstand.

"(Y/N), I feel uncomfortable with you staring at me all the time." Heat rushed to your cheeks and you stared harder at the  ground. "I get that I'm ugly, but you should know how rude it is to stare-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" You glarred at him, anger boiling up. "The fuck did you just call yourself?!"

He glarred right back at you. "I said I was ugly, did I stutter?"

Yeah. Youre choosing to ignore that attitude. "Tomura, you're not ugly."

He rolled his eyes. "There is literally no other reason for you to be staring at me that much, mutt."

You folded your arms with a frown. "I think you're handsome."

He laughed.

He laughed hard as hell.

For a good 3 minutes straight.

"Oh thats a good one, (Y/N)! You know, I'm actually enjoying you-"

"I'm serious!" You poked his chest hard while getting closer to his face, your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. "I think you have pretty eyes!" You poked him again, "You have a pretty face!" You poked him one last time, "And you're an amazing leader!" Shigaraki went silent with a blush and so did you. You twittled your fingers together, looking away timidly. "I-uh... I think I l-like you, actually."

Tomura chuckled breathlessly with concern for your mental health, eyes darting around uncomfortably. "Are you being...serious...?"

"Mm-hm..."

"Oh....okay." He awkwardly looked away from you with a small blush. Hes never had anyone like him romantically. Actually, not a lot of people even like him generally. And it made it extra weird with you being so damn cute and funny to him. 

You layed down on his bed, anxiety rushing through you. It was weird to tell your boss that you liked him. I mean, its probably gonna be awkward between you two forever! Tomura layed down next to you. His hands overlapping eachother on his chest. You looked over to him with a small awkward smile. "So-uh... do you like me back...?"

Tomura frowned. "Are you fucking dumb??" You winced and he just rolled his eyes. "It would be impossible to not fall in love with you." A small chuckle left your lips as he softly started playing in your (h/t) hair.

You frowned. "Did I say you could touch my hair?"

He rolled his eyes before lifting you up to straddle him. Heat rushed to your cheeks. And you pushed his chest away as your (e/c) eyes darted away. "T-Tomura, what are y-you doing?" You were speechless and flustered. And it wasn't helping that his hands were laying on your waist (pinkies up of course).

Tomura chuckled with a mischevious look in his eyes. He slowly moved his hands up and down your sides. "Let me play with your hair...and as a reward..." He kissed you softly on your lips. "I'll make you feel things you've never felt before...." He licked your ear and you thanked the Lord for that because it just made his mouth a lil less crusty. "Deal?" His breath tickled your ears and your breathing turned into aroused, airy breaths.

"Deal..." Shigaraki smirked before kissing you roughly, his hand engulfed in your (h/t) hair, leaving his middle finger up of course. As his tongue darted around your mouth, he pulled your hair harder, causing a wince of pain from you. His lips left yours quickly.

"Am I being too rough?"

You smiled softly at him. He cares! "Oh, just a little."

Shigaraki grinned before pulling your hair even harder. "You'll get used to that." Your eyes widened in fear and pain as he threw you onto the bed roughly. He kissed you harder, and forced your thighs open with both of his hands, pinkies up.

He laughed with arousal, pressing his clothed member against you. You sighed as he grinded against your bottoms while tongue kissing you. His hands left your thighs and brought themselves to your body. He sucked, kissed, and bit all over your neck and his indexes and thumbs twirled and pulled at your nipples under your shirt.

"Ah-!" You moaned loudly as the man sucked at your soft spot. "T-Tomura!" A small gasp left your lips and his connected to your skin. Mumbled moans came from you, your hand over your mouth. Tomura glarred the second he heard a moan muffled. "H-Hey!" He had grabbed your hand from over your mouth and tightly gripped it with four fingers, pressing it against the headboard.

He grinned widely out of nowhere, "You really thought you could get away with hiding those beautiful sounds from me?" He sat up, unbuckling his jeans. His eyes went cold as he took off his pants and boxer briefs. "I'm gonna have to get some type of...hm, whats the word?" He looked away in though before smiling and snapping his fingers, "Compensation! Yeah...and I know just what I want from you." Shigaraki push you off of the bed roughly. You fell to the floor and rubbed your arm. He sat on the king-sized in front of you with his cock in his hand. "Suck."

You frowned at him. Did he really have to push you off like that? You got on your knees between his thighs and took a good look at it.

Fuck, he's hung...

You covered your mouth with a huge blush. Where the hell did that come from?! He was a good nine inches and quite thick. You frowned at him and pointed at his cock. "The fuck am I supposed to do with this?" He frowned.

Shigaraki didnt say another word. He just grabbed you by the hair and placed it against your lips. You frowned before licking the tip softly, making him laugh breathlessly. "Fuck..." You sucked on his tip and his hand tightened around your hair, pulling a bit. He looked down at you, smirking while absolutely flustered. "Ugh, your little mouth was made for my fat cock, wasn't it, (Y/N)?" He chuckled and pressed your head forward, forcing a bit more of him inside of you. Shigaraki panted as you bobbed your head back and forth on him. "Youre such a fucking slut..." His cheeks was tinted pink as he stared down at you. Tomura started bobbing your head back and forth on him. He laughed as you gagged on him. "What? Is it too big?" Your face went even hotter. How can he be so fucking conceited yet self conscious?! The white hair boy held your face and was practically thrusting into your mouth at this point. He threw his head back and groaned as cum filled your mouth. "Fuck, (Y/N), you're good at that." He watched you like prey as you thumbed the white substance dripping down your chin. You licked your thumb and he chuckled. "How does it taste?"

You smirked at him minscheviously while getting back on the bed. You took off your bottoms and short then spread your legs. "It tastes good enough to deserve a tip, right?" Shigaraki licked his lips as he crawled in between your thighs.

He rubbed you, playing with your slit. "Did sucking me off really get you this turned on?" You flushed and covered your eyes with your forearm. Tomura smirked mischievously as he licked at you. You moaned quietly, his tongue swirling around and his finger going in and out of your hole.

He stuck his ringerfinger in and you squeaked in pleasure. "Mmm... Tomura, I-just like that..." He sucked and licked, getting more sloppy as his fingers pumped in and out of you. He pumoed faster and faster and your small groans turned into loud moaning as you orgasmed. "Fuck Tomura! Ah-!" You came in his mouth, immediately apologizing. Shigaraki just licked his now soaked fingers and you just stared at him, blushing hard as hell. You smiled softly. "H-How do I taste?"

His red eyes prowled your body as he got on top of you. Your cheeks got hotter when he strattled you. You sighed as he rubbed his manhood against you. Small, flustered moans escaped your lips at his teasing. "You taste like you were missing something." His warm breath tickled your ear, "But I'll fix that right up for you."

Tomura slowly entered you. He groaned out your name in ecstasy. You were a bit uncomfortable at first at his thickness. "W-wait, dont move yet..." You breathed in and out slowly, feeling yourself adjust to him. A groan left your lips, "O-okay..."

Tomura grinded against you, kissing your neck as your hands fiddled with his hair. He started off slow, savoring the feeling of you. He sighed into your collarbone. "God, (Y/N), you're so tight..." He cursed underneath his breath, fucking you a bit faster.

Tears pricked at your eyes. This was almost too much for you. Youve always fantasized about being with Shigaraki and now that it was happening, it felt almost too good to be true. He grinded into you deeper, filling you up fully as his hand held both of tour wrists above your head. The bed rocked as he started thrusting into you faster and deeper. "T-Tomura, you feel so good inside of me!" He groaned louder and you couldn't help but become flustered at all of his noises.

He fucked you even faster and harder. "Fuck, youre mine now, okay?" You nodded and moaned louder at him. "Oh fuck!" His white hair bounced as he pulled out and flipped you over. You were on your forearms and knees, begging for him to keep fucking you good as he thrusted in and out, his hand pulling at your hair as the other gave the occasional spank on your ass. Tomura's thrusts became sloppy as you reached your peak. You both moaned loudly, his cum pouring from inside of you. Shigaraki pulled out and immediately collapsed next to you.

You panted as his arms wrapped themselves around you. You smiled at him. "That was good, right?" He chuckled and kissed your lips.

"The best."

You two spooned as Kurogiri had an extra glass of wine, in utter disgust at when he was forced to hear.

#fanfic #mha x y/n #bnha shigaraki #shigaraki x you #tomura x you #x reader #bnha smut #shigaraki x reader #x fem!reader #x male reader #gender neutral reader

[nctzanne]

Tequila Shots

shy!Xiaojun x not that shy!Reader (fm)

Smut, including: oral fixation, use of alcohol.

requests open ♡

comments: i really needed to get this idea out of my mind, i was crazy about it. let me know if you are up for a part 2 🍂

-Is it really necessary? What do i win after this?- you turn your head to see your roomate looking at you with puppy eyes.

Sure it was a good idea to throw a party, when you both have an exam tomorrow morning that for sure you are going to fail, only because she wanted to get laid with some korean guy with an english name.

-He has handsome friends, i know you are sex deprived because of college, is your opportunity as it is mine- she hugs you from behind, while you try to focus on washing the dishes. Actually, having a quickie doesn't sound too bad. Such a good way to relieve stress. Your mind starts to wonder on a asian boy pounding on you mercyless, and while biting your lip you shake your head, almost scared that suddenly your friend can start reading what is going on inside your dirty head.

And it seems like it. Because in a blink of an eye you are dressed with a white top with "Mountain Dew" written on it, and a pair of jeans shorts that your friend chose for you.

-If it's a party of only 8 people, don't expect me to entertain them while you scream "YES DADDY GIVE IT TO ME"-

-Look, whatever happens, it will but only when you get flirted by someone else, i promise-

You both start to warm up by drinking some Cuba Libre and turning the music on. You don't have that much resistence with alcohol, so it only takes 1 glass for you to hype up.

Just in time, the bell rings and your friend's face contorted, her eyes opening up as fried eggs. You, already affected by the alcohol, said outloud:

-It seems that our guests are heeere-

You open the door and.... oh Lord, or whoever you can call for help.

You face a big, muscular frame, you can only see his pecs. Raising your sight, you meet a handsome tall boy, masculine in every way possible with his blonde, long hair that made his tanned skin look like caramel.

-Johnny!- a high pitched voice makes you wake up from your trance, and you feel like a big brick fell on your head. This is your girl's man. No eyes for him.

As they hug eachother, you scan every guy entering the room. Wait... only guys? Holy.

Yeah, they look like the frat line. You memorize their names as they enter through the door. Jaehyun, Jaemin (and Johnny, 3 J's), Mark, Haechan and lastly, Xiaojun.

-Hi, im Xiaojun- he says timidly. He looks so different from the other guys. His tiny frame (still big compared to you) walked past you and so you could see his perfect profile and how sharp his jawline was. Not quite bad. He notice you checking up on him and he tripped lightly on his feet while walking to the living room. Cute.

And so the game began.

You started hardcore. Tequila and Jaegermeister shots were mixed on your throat, while the other guys cheer you up to drink from the bottle. You see the shy boy from the corner of your eye, watching you like you are going to save the world by shoving big quantities of alcohol to your blood system. But he didnt know that you had a different plan.

You get close to him, stumbling on your way, just to grab his hand and bring him with you. His brows are furrowed, but his body didnt resist and he just got dragged by you to the center of the room.

-I see that our dear.... Chiaoyun?- you look at him, 99% sure that it was not the correct way to pronounce his name- is not drunk enough-

He doesn't seem mad by your mistake. Actually, his eyes were shining in expectation. You were so excited about the sexy thing you were going to try with this pretty boy.

-So, me as the hostess, i ask you to drink a Tequila shot, but..- You make a pause, putting some salt in your neck, and a lime on your mouth- You have to figure out how to do it this way- you mumble, feeling the acid on your numb tongue.

You can hear a "ooooh" in the background, as his cheeks get tinted by a pinky shade. You look at eachother, and suddenly the air felt heavy around you both. Something about his shyness -and obviously your drunken state- made your tummy twitch. You were so used to the inexpert on every way of flirting, that this new situation made you feel in cloud 9. You thought that this was going to affect him only, but you can't help to gasp at his actions.

He decided to take a few steps forward, totally clueless. He studied your neck and mouth, swallowing loudly when he came to a resolution. Slowly his mouth got closer to your neck, you were trembling already, and it got worse when his breath tickled your skin. Your body got closer to him by inertia, oh so impatient.

His lips ghosted your neck and unintentionally you let a whimper come out of your mouth. Everything seemed to disappear, the only thing on your mind is the way that his warm tongue started to lick up all the salt you left on the crook of your neck. He didn't lick once, he did twice, making sure there was no trail of it.

Savouring the salty taste on his tongue, his face meets yours, he looks so lost, so innocent, so turned on. He grabs the shot glass, drinks its content, and you watch his Adan's apple bob. Fuck.

With his teeth he grabs the half of lime that was out of your mouth, and starts to suck the juice out of it, letting go a moan in the meanwhile.

He is fucked up, and you are too. Clearly, you didn't notice how drunk he was till he sighed, smelling the hard notes of alcohol on his breath.

He is sucking in the lime like his life depended on it. The worst part? You didnt broke eye contact all this tine. It felt so filthy, you start to suck on the lime at the same time as him, and it looked like a porn movie scene. Slurping sounds coming out of your mouths, followed by gasps and tiny moans. You don't even touch eachother, but this sure felt like it was going to drive you insane.

Suddenly there is no liquid left, and you had no other option than to let go, and look at your dear public being totally shocked over the show you just put.

You don't want to think at all, so you grab the boy by his arm and drag him by his arm to your bedroom. Slamming the door behind you, he pins you against the wall, looking deeply in your eyes. He tries to look intimidating, but it was so obvious he doesn't have a single idea what to do next.

-How bad you want this?- he mumbles drunkly. You press your body against his, feeling how his member was already hard by the sexual tension between you both in this last 5 minutes. You can't help but let your pussy clench around nothing.

-Just shut up and let me show you-

#xiaojun smut #nct smut #wayv smut #xiaojun #xiaojun imagines #wayv imagines #wayv #nct imagines #nct #nct2020 #kpop imagine #kpop #kpop smut #kpop scenarios

[lissalizzie]

Ok, after the angst thing I decided to do something a little... easier to read. I had to change a bit of Chishiya's personality to match the plot and I explored that Arisu's brat personality from the beginning of the season. Again, I'm sorry for any eventual mistake. Enjoy

+18 (but not NSFW or anything like that)

ARISU X CHISHIYA - WEAK POINT

Since what happened at the beach Arisu and Usagi were working with Kuina and Chishiya. Kuina, actually was demonstrating to be a very kind person, but Chishiya was still... distant.

Kuina was always saying he was like this, that he never seemed to be really present, except for the games or their plans. She never really knew anything about him, or how he felt about that place and what they had to do for surviving.

After that talk Arisu just couldn't stop thinking about Chishiya. It was already hard for Arisu when he was always talking, specially with Usagi, about how much he missed his friends and how he felt guilty about their deaths... About how the image of Karube dying just wouldn't go away even with the time. Then he thought about how lonely Chishiya must've felt for all that time since he never really had any friend... It was not like he didn't feel anything, Arisu imagined, he just thought there must be so much inside his head... That not necessarily began at that place... That he couldn't stop to think about things such as relationships with people... Trusting was already hard in the real world.

Arisu couldn't sleep at that night, things as the games, his friends, how the real world was and... Chishiya, for some reason, wouldn't come out of his head. He forgave him a long time ago for what he had done at the beach not because he was innocent or emotional, but because Arisu understood being angry would just make him more vulnerable and also he understood that, as selfish as seemed, Chishiya was only trying to get out of there just like him. They weren't close but they had to deal with each other almost every day so they eventually talked and did somethings together, like finding food.

Well, the thing is Chishiya was specially away those days... Like he was avoiding Arisu's presence. And the poor boy wouldn't understand cause... It wasn't like he even had the chance to do something to bother him.

The hours was passing and Arisu was focused on anything on the wall of the place they were sleeping on. Suddenly he heard a noise and found out it was... Chishiya...

- I'm sorry, I didnt meant to wake you up - Arisu wasn't making any noise, but... He really didnt  want to bother him. He didn't want a best friend, he lost his best friends... But it was terrible to be everyday with a person that acts like he doesn't want you there.

- You didn't. - He said as he drank a glass of water. - Ok, why are you looking at me like a puppy who was shouted at ?

Arisu rolled his eyes, god he hated how fucking insensitive that boy was. He tried to deal with it, but sometimes that really got him on his nerves.

- I don't know, maybe because you've been treating me like a dog the last days for no reason? Not that you could possibly treat anyone good aparently... But you know, usually when you avoid someone it's because this person did something for you... You barely talk to me...

- Arisu... You really think because you're good at the games the world is all about you, dont you? - He supported his weight on the wall behind him with a side smile.

- You really wanna talk about thinking the world is all about me? You Chishiya? - Arisu usually wouldn't talk like this but he was so annoyed by his childish attitude. - You almost killed me for your own interests

- My own interests? Oh yes... If by keep breathing and coming back to my fucking life you mean my own interests then... Yes, I dit it. You wouldn't do this for me, would you Arisu? This is not one of the games you used to play on your phone...

- Then why are you treating me like this ? - He got up, standing right in front of Chishiya.

- Like what?

- Like you wasn't seeing me. Like I wasn't there... I don't understand.

- No, I dont understand... Why do you suddenly want my attention so much? - His smile got bigger and Arisu got... Red. - Oh... I See, That's why...

- Y-You know I didn't mean it, Chishiya... I just... Dont like being mistreated... Specially when I did nothing. - Chishiya walked in Arisu's direction, who took some steps back till he was on the wall. Silence - Is... It me that wants your attention... Or is it you that wants to prove that to yourself at any cost?  - Arisu wasnt good with eye contact, specially being that close to him, but he wouldn't miss the chance to say that... Specially when he kinda already knew he was right.

- Again... the world is not just...

- Just spit it out, Chishiya... You're not on a game... I'm not gonna a disappear just cause you're afraid of facing me. - That was it... Saying the word "afraid" was all that Chishiya really feared... Cause that would meant Arisu was noticing his sudden interest on him and that... That was failure, that would be opening a giant door to get vulnerable...

- You wanna hear it? That's right... You're hot, Arisu... And I have fucking eyes... That watches you everyday... I'm just trying not to - He breathed in and out... deeply- You are... a fucking... God Arisu I dont...

- So you're telling me... After all this time... I'm your weak point? - Chishiya's eyes got twice the original size.

- No I definitely didnt said that... I'm just saying...

- You're saying that you're feeling something... It doesn't matter if that's emotional or sexual... But you cant control... That's why you're running away. The guy who avoids any kinds of feeling that is not strategic... Is feeling something and it is out of his control... And it involves me - The more Arisu talked, the more he smiled

- I'm not...

- Stop trying to convince yourself... You havent event looked me in the eye the past five days... You're not doing this to try to kill me again, are you?

- You're not going to forget that so easily, are you?

- Would you?

- I would never fall for that Arisu - He laughed

- But you fell for me - Arisu tried to hold his on laugh.

- I didnt fell for you... This is just sexual tension

Arisu then, suddenly, got closer to him, laying his hand on the other's arm. This same hand ran to his face and their eyes finally met.

- Repeat it... - Arisu whispered... Chishiya didnt answered cause he was too busy with Arisu's lips moves. He couldn't handle it anymore so... He got a little bit closer, like asking... And then... They kissed.

A hard kiss, the kind that could take all of the stress away. Chishiya wanted that so much... Well Arisu wasnt thinking about wanting that... But now that he was tasting it... He definitely knew he did want it really much.

They smiled when they stopped. Arisu felt like winning from him for the first time... Like advantage on something, and he would damn use it.

- I shouldn't have opened my mouth. This... This wont happen again - Chishiya tried to said firmly. - You dont talk about this with anyone, do you hear me?

Arisu smiled. - Well you better keep my mouth busy, then- And then, they both went to their rooms knowing that was far from ending.

#alice in borderland #ryohei arisu #chishiya #arisu x chishiya

[imagineabrighterworld]

Bittersweet Tragedies

Pt. 1 // Dead to Me

A/N: The first part of a series of writings based on Melanie Martinez songs, and my own want for Dabi interacting with a child ^^; The reader will have many more interactions with him as time goes on (and maybe even some interactions with heroes)

The vigilante Phantasma was no more. Leaving you and your little sister motherless.

You always felt cold, something you got from your father, but this cold was penetrating in a way you could only describe as being stabbed.

Over and over.

Phantasma was an outlaw, and no one missed those. They were the villains of the hero world. Someone people didn’t tend to miss, someone you werent supposed to root for. So when you returned home to your sister with the news, you knew she would only find comfort in you. No one else would mourn your mother.

For a whole night, you both lay in her bed, curled up and clinging to each other, craving a warmth you knew would never return. But after that, you knew you had to be the one to step up to the plate.

You were 23 and your sister the fragile age of six. Without you, what would she have?

"Kiko."

She lifts her head, eyes still red from hours of crying. Yukiko wipes her eyes.

"Y-Yea?"

"We're going to be okay." You assure her, placing a hand on her back. "I'm gonna call one of mommy's friends so we can get some help. Do you want to go with me?"

"But.." She sniffles. "I have school."

"Ah. Alright. Come, let's get ready for school, I'll take you." You wait for her to sit up before helping her get dressed, using a damp napkin to wipe away the trails of tears on her cheeks. Fifteen minutes later you stand outside of her school, the bell already ringing for her to get to class, your hand cold without hers to warm it.

With nothing left to do you take your mother's phone out and click on a familiar icon. A weasel.

Holding the phone to your ear, your chest lightens as the line is picked up.

"Hey Uncle Kagero, I.. I need some help."

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Walking beside Kagero Okuta, or Giran as he prefered to be called for business purposes, made you uneasy. It wasn't him personally, in fact, he was one of your favorite people that came into your life because of your vigilante mother. No, this unease was due to the man following the two of you.

Twice was his name. He argued with himself, which unnerved you. Men in general made you nervous, especially the ones that yelled.

"Sorry about my friend here, he's going through a rough patch." Giran removes the cigar from his mouth, waving it around as he guides you through tight alleyways. "It's not his fault, he's just-"

"AN ANIMAL! Heroic! Suave! STOP THAT EH?! Amazing."

"Like that." He snorts.

You shake your head. "It's fine." In any case, you move just an inch closer to the older man.

Giran was an old friend of your mothers, someone she went to for information or for new tech. Often times she took you with her to see him, and often times he would give you whatever he had on him at the time. Ranging from lollipops to broken parts of machinery. It fascinated you as a child, seeing him pull out all sorts of items from his pockets.

Now you saw him in less of an innocent light, but you didnt hate him either. Work was work.

Speaking of.

"What kind of work were you thinking when you said you could find me a job?"

"Nothing terrible." He inhales deeply, exhaling a mouthful of smoke. "You like to dance, right?"

"More or less."

"Something like that. I know a guy who pays good money for people with quirks like yours. It'll keep you and Kiko fed."

A job that relied on your quirk.. Well, it wasn't the worst news you could have heard. And if it would keep your sister comfortable, you would do it.

The three of you stop in front of a rundown bar, the windows boarded up and it's sign hanging haphazardly to the left.

"So, why are we here?"

"To meet the gang! TO DIE! Shigaraki wants to meet you! SHUT UP!"

You turn around to look at Twice. "Shigaraki? The League of Villains guy?" You'd heard of him through the news. The attack on the USJ was still spoken of despite it being weeks ago. "I didnt realize his base would look like.. This."

The man narrows his eyes, looking ready to tear you in half before he stops and taps his foot on the floor. "It's fucked up- but give it a shot! It's cool inside! UGLY AS fuck." He ends in a small voice, hugging himself as he rushes in through the doors. You could hear him say something, presumably to the rest of the people inside.

A hand is placed against your back. You look to your right, seeing Giran look down at you before nodding towards the door.

"In you go kid."

Nodding, you step up to the now open doors and find yourself in a rather well taken care of room. It was a bar with crystal scones and furniture you werent expecting to see in a place that looked like it's outside survived a nuke.

Several people waited inside, either standing or sitting. With one look, you instantly knew who the leader was. But with another look, you couldn't help your eyes being glued to another man.

He had his head resting on crossed arms, his skin held together by staples. He was asleep, but it didnt stop you from looking at him a second more before turning to the leader.

Shigaraki.

Standing in the center of them all was a person who could turn you to ash without breaking a sweat. You would be nervous were it not for Giran's presence. You trusted him enough to know he wouldn't let you die tonight.

"So, you're the one Giran has been talking about." His voice grates against your ears. "The amplifier."

Amplification. Emotional or physical. Your quirk was.. Useful. Amplifying calm, strength, passion, happiness, nearly anything. It had its uses.

"We've already worked out the details. Should you come through on your end." He saunters forward, stopping just short of you.

From where you stood, staring up at him, trying to look past the hand covering his face, you had the from feeling that this bargain would force you to toe the line your mother had danced on for decades.

Vigilante? Or villain.

"Amplify his healing."

Shigaraki points to the now awake man covered in deep purple scars. The man's eyes burned into yours, a bright, blazing blue.

He flashes you a smirk as he moves off of the seat. Unlike Shigaraki, he stays where he is by the bar, but not too close to the alcohol lining the shelves.

You fidget nervously. "Just his healing?"

Shigaraki narrows his eyes, his fingers curling into a slow fist. "Just. Healing."

"Will it be a problem babe?" The man chuckles. "I thought we were getting someone impressive."

While his voice was pleasing to the ears, it wasn't enough to discourage your annoyance.

"It's just fine, pretty boy."

He lifts a brow, the smirk on his face widening, pulling at the staples on his face.

He opens his arms as blue flames engulf him head to toe, skin taking on a deeper hue as it begins to burn. "Give it your best shot babe."

Oh how you wanted to amplify his pain receptors. Oh how you wanted to wipe the smug expression off of his face.

But Yukiko needed you to get this job.

Your pupils dilate as you focus solely on the flaming man before you. Your body takes over as you feel the barest trace of energy radiating from him, tugging on it as you allow your quirk to latch onto him and do its work.

His expression changes ever so slightly as his skin stops it's burning and reverts back to its previous appearance. It wasn't healed fully, but it most definitely was not getting any worse.

"Interesting." Shigaraki speaks from beside you. A little too close for your liking.

You step closer to Giran who puts a hand on your shoulder. "I told you they could do it." He ducks his head slightly. "Good job kid."

Shigaraki nods absentmindedly, already mumbling plans that you already knew you wanted no part of. But you already signed away that piece of you.

Whatever he wanted you to do, you would do. For Kiko.

"Consider yourself hired." He acknowledges you after his compatriot puts out his flames, said companion now making his way to you. "Dabi will be your guard. Treat them well." Shigaraki adds, tapping Dabi on the arm with two fingers.

"Of course." Dabi stands in front of you, looking down at you with that same smug smirk. "Looks like you’re stuck with me babe."

No.

No.

You step forward, ignoring the smell of ash wafting from him. "You've got it all wrong."

He cocks a brow.

"You are stuck with me."

His grin only widens.

#bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #dabi x reader #bnha dabi #mha dabi #bnha dabi x reader #mha dabi x reader #bittersweet tragedies #bittersweet tragedies pt 1

[maryniss]

The Hero

Fandom: Sk8 The Infinity

Summary: We found out who built Carla.

Characters:

Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom

Nanjo Kojiro | Joe

Relationships:

Nanjo Kojiro | Joe/Sakurayashiki Kaoru | Cherry Blossom

Rating:

General and Up Audiences

Tags:

Fluff

ofc it had to be a rewrite of the preview in ep 9

Kaoru being soft for once

Kojiro being a total simp

had to rewrite it cause the first draft got deleted

Notes: hihihi matchablossom is the coolest name for a ship pls im dying i love them so much. btw, kojiro means hero in japanese. ahahahahha

also fuck adam

and the palm trees

also inspired by a convo with my bestie @seleneslyre-writes​

Why Kaoru loved Carla so much was a mystery for Kojiro. It wasnt even that great. What could she do? Just some little tricks here and there.

Well, one thing was certain. Kojiro regrets that he built Carla for Kaoru. Or, he doesnt regret it. He loves that his friend has something he treasures so deeply. He really wants Kaoru to be happy. But, still. There is this feeling in his stomach, the same feeling he has when his soup is just a little too salty, when his carbonara pasta have just too much parmesan.

Kojiro sighs and the fire on the stove does too. It is really not the time to actually be thinking about Kaoru. Especially not right now. When his pink-haired friend sits in front of him, waiting to eat something.

"Oi, are you trying to starve me to death?"

Ah, Kojiro knew this would happen. He should just focus on his food. Just his food. Just the food he was making for Kaoru...

Ah, he just remembered how Kaoru used to skate. Before Carla. Before Adam left to America. When Kaoru skated, he was feral. It didnt matter that he could get hurt. It didnt matter that he was getting the corner at a wrong angle. It was simply amazing to watch Kaoru skate then. If he was sincere, he probably fell for him when he first saw him skate. It was probably spring and Kojiro was going back from school. How old was he? 16?

Anyway, the weather was warm and all around him sakura flowers were swinging. He remembers that his feet were cold for whatever reason and that he wanted to go home as soon as possible.

He didnt see the guy with the skate. If his hair would have been a different color from the flowers that were around him, maybe he would have.

Kojiro and Kaoru clashed and fell on the hard asphalt. The sakura flowers were all around them. Or maybe it was just Kaoru's hair; Kojiro couldnt distinguish them.

And, yes that was the moment he fell. He fell hard. Never in his life had he fell harder. Even when he broke his femur and almost died. Never has Kojiro in his life been so deeply attached to something.

He tried to lie to himself weeks after that. He would say to himself that he has not fell for a skater boy. It was probably the hair confusing him.

Yeah he decided that was it.

"Ko-ji-ro" Kaoru's voice made him forget about the sixteen year old Cherry Blossom and reminded him that he still had to serve food to his clients.

"Hm? What did you say?"

"Huh? What are you thinking about? It is not fun to mock you if you wont even pay attention."

Kojiro nodded his bead mindlessly. It wasnt like him to be so sentimental, to think so much of the past. Actually, it wasnt like him to think at all.

"By the way, the food is burning." Kojiro looked at Kaoru. Then at the food. Boy, did he wish Kaoru would just joke.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck.", said he as he turned off the stove. Well, there certainly was a problem.

"Ok, big mindless gorilla. Now, I dont have patience for you to try again."

Kojiro opened his mouth just to close it again. He was shocked that he actually burned it. This hasnt happened to him since he was 15!

"Dont you have anything to drink?"

Kojiro blinked and looked at his friend's bandages. He finally spoke some coherent words.

"You sure you can drink like that?"

Kaoru relaxed on his chair and looked at his friend, a provocative gleam in his eyes. His hair was quite messy and damn that was the hottest shit Kojiro has seen. For some reason.

Come on, Kojiro. You have to stay calm. Calm like pasta. Pasta is good. Pasta is calm.

"Ok, ok, I’ll give you something to drink, but not too much, okay?"

Kaoru grinned and his golden pupils shone. Outside the restaurant, people were minding their business, not even looking twice in their direction. It felt as if they were secluded from the rest of the world. Just the two of them. Just the...

Fuck, Kojiro. Remember that pasta is good. Pasta is cool.

Kojiro got a bottle of wine from under the table.

“What is that?” Kaoru looked sceptically at the bottle of champagne.

“Just a something I bought from the local store.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t expect such a gorilla like you to drink something of quality.”

“Maybe your tastes are just too refined.”

Kojiro poured a glass for his friend and one for him, too. Kaoru smelled it and made an unpleased face.

“Hey, if you don’t want to drink it, you dont ha-”

Kaoru gulped the glass and slammed it against the table. Kojiro could see the lingering liquid on Kaoru’s lips. He would love to bend over and kiss them...softly...soft lips...

KOJIRO, PASTA. THINK ABOUT THE FUCKING PASTA.

“Ok, but you’ll pay for it.” Kaoru scoffed.

“I can afford some cheap drink. But why won’t you pour yourself a glass? Then you wont say only I drank.”

Outside the restaurant, the people did not pay a second glance to them. It was as if they were the only people existent in the world. Only the two of them..

Yeah he’d like that.

***

One bottle of champagne later and Kaoru had almost fell asleep. His hair was sprawled across the table, covering his face. Kojiro gently brushed it aside, tucking it behind a bandaged ear.

He loved this man so much and he had has since ha was 16. That’s why he built Carla for him after Adam left for America. After he had been rejected. When Adam left, not only Kaoru got hurt. Kaoru changed; he started to skate carefully, as if to not get hurt again. And it broke Kojiro’s heart to see him. 

It took Kojiro five months to build Carla. He didn’t know how he did it. He hadn’t sleep for days, he remembers. But, it was worth it. It definitely was.

“Mhm-take your hands off me, you big fat go-aaah.” Kaoru yawned and the corners of Kojiro’s mouth went upward. He sighed, stood up and gently took Kaoru into his arms. The man seemed to be somewhat lighter than before. Kojiro frowned.

“...know...you...hero...” Kaoru mumbled something with his face hid in Kojiro’s broad chest.

“Mhm? What did you say?”

And all of sudden, Kaoru woke up and threw his arms around Kojiro’s neck, pulling him closer. He started kissing his face. He kissed every single inch of dark skin, Kojiro’s nose, Kojiro’s cheeks, Kojiro’s eyes.

The milky moon’s light was entering on the window, throwing silver shadows over their bodies. Kojiro was... well he was simply amazed. Never had this happened before.  Never had Kaoru kissed him so softly and affectionate. And, yes, maybe it was because he was hurt, but it didn’t matter. Kojiro loved it, loved it so much, goddamit! Why had to be Adam that broke Kaoru’s heart? Why should this beautiful man stand some where else than in his arms, where he knew that he could protect him?

“Have you wondered why I always loved Carla so much?”

Kojiro didn’t say anything. He didn’t really want to know, for some reason. Actually, if he would be honest with himself, he was kind of jealous.

“You really are one dumb gorilla.”

Kaoru smiled and his body relaxed in Kojiro’s arms, whom tightened his grip.

“It’s because you made it for me, Kojiro.”

Also, a bonus that i want to happen:

Kojiro didn't came to see the race. Oh no, there was only one thing he wanted and he would definitely get it. He eyed the target. Adam was on the stage, playing his stupid game with cards and whatever. That was perfect. that way, everyone could see. Kojiro tightened his grip on his skateboard. He reached the stage in no time and patted Adam on his shoulder. "Oh, who is-" He slammed the skateboard in his face. "First, this is for breaking Cherr's heart." He punched him in the stomach and it took all he had to not punch him way downer. "And this is for breaking Cherr's face." Ok, so that was already done. No, all he had to do was to resolve the teenage love drama he had to witness some days ago. Kojiro took the mic. "Langa! Stop wasting your fucking time here. Go and see Reki!" And, with that, he left. After all, he had someone waiting for him at home.

*** maybe i ll do a fic for what did langa afterwards? idk :)

#sk8 fanfic #joe sk8 #cherry blossom #matchablossom fic

[qyu-inactive]

MY THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS ABOUT OUTTAKES 16-18.5 BECAUSE I HAVE SO MANY

We have been blessed with 3.5 glorious new parts to the wonderful Losty Aone/ Mountain Man Series by the wonderful, amazing, awe-inspiring @shhhlikeme and i am emotional and have many many feelings about it all.

Outtake 16 

I love that we got to see this from the reeader’s point of view, it was nice to see our losty y/n and see how their feeling. It was a nice break from feeling sad about Aone’s broken heart.

This part made me laugh ahaha

After dating and breaking up with him, Aone had females constantly approaching him. A/N: Not constantly but it felt that way for you ofc lol

the jealously😂, the Author’s note too like “it wasnt like that at all” 😂 this emotional person (y/n) is just  blowing up the situation. 

and then this:

In other words: They want what you had. 

i mean of course they would, Aone is the sweetest boy but only to someone he loves. Aone’s heart is too strong to let waver to someone knew so quick

This whole outtake all i could think about was that Y/n really needs to get back with her mountain man, first they want to break up so Aone finds someone new but then doesnt want him to find someone new. Like cleary y/n is not being honest with herself or Aone. 

When they went to the library, ahhh y/n really just imagining the worst scnenarios in their head😂

“Oh,” your stomach flipped. “He looks so cute.” You put on a 🥺 face when you noticed how utterly adorable a standing Takanobu looked

🥺🥺🥺 Aone is always such a cutie, and y/n really broke this man’s heart😭 I know it was insecurites but still. These two are so in love but just wont get back together. 

The outfit y/n is wearing😍 you always pick these really cute and sexy outfits and I appreciate y/ns confidence and style but it is not me 😂😂 but Aone thirsting over his girl tho, i would dress up like that if it meant getting looked by Aone like that 😂

I love Aone’s plan, like he is such a sweetheart and he’s making me all soft at all his effort to win his girl back🥺🥺

This outtake really gave up all the feels y/n is feeling with breaking up with Aone and I am enjoing it 😂. At the same time though I just want these to love birds to get back together ahhhhh. 

One of the things I really love about this story is how strong the friendship is and how we see the outside characters really show how much they care. A lot of stories (like shojou, oh man you dont know how much shoujo manga ive read haha) just sideline their friends after the start talking to their love interest or they dont even have friends at all in the whole story. I really enjoyed seeing Katana be a voice of reason in our losty’s life. And of course the K_nji’s being our boy Aone’s best friends. 

Outtake 17

okay we starting with the real friends the K_nji’s warning our boy Aone about the situation. I love them and how much they care 😂. They can be dumbasses but still, I appreciate their effort. 

The University—our University— sent her a uniform that’s a size or two too small.

Does this mean they’re going to the same university? or am I reading too much into it? It might have been mentioned before but I cant remember off the top of my head. Also Aone really living his best life and his worst life rn 😂😂  like he gets to see his girl in a super tight cheer leading uniform and spend one on one time with her but he cant do anything about his desires. His confidence tho haha  “I’ve seen Y/N in a cheerleading uniform before” not like this you havent😏 

Aone Takanobu can truly say—if he could speak—that he will never even question Futakuchi again.

Again I just really love their friendship, parts like this really get me 😂😂😂

When y/n took out Aone’s jacket automatically🥺🥺 my hearttttt, and how long Aone’s jacket is on them🥺🥺 this whole part made me so softtt. Like imagine wearing his jacket🥺🥺 it would be so comfy and warm. 

There are so many golden lines I loved from this part, but Aone’s spank bank is just a phrase I wasnt expectng to read but it is gold. Im sure his bank is full and loaded😂

Then some random gross guy comes up to y/n, like the audacity of this guy.

He had such a disgusting grin on his face

🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮 this guy can back offfff. 

I really love when Aone comes in to protect the reader🥺🥺 he’s not the iron wall for nothing too. 

Your knight has arrived. Your ex-knight. ☹️

and then you go and hurt me again😭😭

I really wanted Aone to just kick a dude in the chest, like step the fuck off 😂😂. 

“Take one more step toward her.” Aone growled in the smoothest voice.

“I dare you.” Aone added, for good measure.

Im absolutely swooning, Aoneeeeee🥺🥺🥺. And the fact that he wanted the reader to come with him so she wouldnt get anyone bothering her😭😭 he’s such a gentlemen. No one bothers Aone’s girl whose not his girl at the moment, especially guys who arent wanted

now onto the fun part of this outtake😏 I wasn’t expecting to see texts but it was definitely a nice addtion!! Our poor Aone soo horny and sweet, I dont know if the dead squirrels worked hahaha. 

but he couldn’t help but wonder how he was going to edit all of this together in the time frame he promised he would with only one hand.

this went over my head when i read it the first time omg😂😂😂 Im sure Aone can do it, he’s a very capable man. This whole section had me laughing but also feeling slightly bad for Aone, again his poor horny heart right now is conflicted but very much fed. Im glad he was able to get a break, I dont think his length could wait (im not used to using subtle language hahaha) anyway this whole part was fun to read. 

Aone bit his juicy bottom lip,

I legit bit my lip just before reading this part😂

Outtake 18 & 18.5

Now we’re hitting the climax!! (after Aone just hit his climax and is about to hit again😗)

—who imo really should return to their own homes now but would rather not—

I mean do these two even have their own homes anymore😂, theyre basically apart of the Aone family now. Family who also understand when to leave their horny pal alone for time being. 

OKAY ONTO THE IMPORTANT PART!!! AHHHHHHHH. 

“Aone-senpai, do you even have snapchat?!”

“Obviously not.” Kenji answered for his friend, being snappy.

“WELL HE SHOULD GET IT BECAUSE I SAW—“

Did Kanji see Y/N and Takeru?????? I also cant believe I learnt Takeru was a third year from this series, I always thought he was a second year for some reason. I think cos he was ennoshita’s rival. not important rn lmao

“—because Aone-senpai is jacking off again. It makes you feel lighter, and happier—so that’s why,”

this boy, there are some things you just shouldnt say out loud. Some things can be left unsaid (not like im blunt with my friends sometimes haha but still) 

When Kenji had found out about why y/n dumped Aone😭😭😭😭 I’m glad he found out earlier then Aone, I wouldnt have wanted him to yell at the reader again.

Anyone that can do that, be so selfless—is good enough for his best friend.

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

“I can tell its her because that’s your sweater she’s wearing. Right? It says Takanobu on the back, and I remember seeing Y/N steal it out of your bag after practice once.”

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺these parts really just made me soft. like the fact that y/n still had the jacket and wanted to wear it out. and the absolute coincedence that they were in the same cinema as Aone. 

“Y/N.—Sh-She-She is wearing my attire. What does that mean?”

Yeah, big guy.

Yeah, you have a chance.

Y/N still has a little….tiny bit of feelings for you

YES YES YES FINALLY , I wanted to cry here😭😭 AND THEN KENJI CONFIRMED IT ALL AND AONE THE MAN WENT AND TRIED TO GET HIS GIRL. THIS REALLY IS THE DRAMATIC PART IN THE MOVIE. AND THEN THIS [redacted] TAKERU CAME AND AHHHHH 

(Aone would know that face, he only saw it everyday he’s looked in the mirror for the past 3 years)

Absolutely dead. All hope—gone.

You make me happy and then just rip out my heart like 2 minutes later. I was going from crying happy tears to sad tears in like a heartbeat. 

ALSO YOU DONT KNOW HOW UPSET I WAS WHEN I GOT TO THE END OF PART 18 I DIDNT REALISE THERE WAS 18.5 AND WAS AFRAID THAT THIS WAS IT AHHHHHH. I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO PLAY WITH MY FEELINGS THEN JUST LEAVE. 

“I’m worried about you.” She finished, looking more serious than you’ve ever seen her.

y/n really has some good friends with her🥺

uhhh then Takeru comes in, I dont really hate him but no one stands in between our losties love, they deserve each other and no one can stand between them. 

“But, tonight, if you need a shoulder to cry on, I’m just one theatre over… Okay? I have a pretty comfortable shoulder, so just text me.”

Okay this was pretty nice of Takeru, like cheesy but at least he cares and isnt staring at y/n like a peace of meat he wants to devour...

You sent it. Received a response within seconds saying he was on his way.

This boy, hes got a good heart but this isn’t your story bud, im sorry.

There! Kenji-san and Koganagewa-san, two males who were looking at you and Takeru as if you two were the villains in the movie that just popped out of the screen.

if this doesnt go well these two seem like they’re going to fight y/n outside the cinema😭😂 I couldnt imagine getting death stares from the K_njis especially after hurting Aone basically twice now.

Finding HIM was all that mattered.

OKAY THIS WHOLE PART, LIKE YES GO GET YOUR MAN PLEASE. LIKE Y/N CANT JUST LEAVE THIS RIGHT HERE LIKE THIS. 

white hair visible only because his head was down, forehead kissing the steering wheel, his shoulders vibrating slightly because he is crying. It’s him.

I cant take anymore sad Aone😭😭 He needs the biggest hug and his girl to be his girl again. He has gone through so much.

“Kenji-san, please leave me—““Not Justin Bieber look-alike!”

I cant with the Justin Bieber look-alike. 😂😂

Im just going to talk about my feelings for this part, but the whole confesson. I felt like crying, i feel like crying now reading it😭 it was just so beautiful. Like y/n explaing everything and saying Aone is the only man she’ll ever love. Throughout the series we really go to understand Aone’s feelings so deeply and how passionate he is but we didnt really get to see how y/n felt as much so reading this made me happy for Aone for the fact that his girl loves him as much as he loves her. They really were lost for each other, lost with out each other, but together they were 

Found.

okay maybe im tearing up now😭😭

One more marathon to go and our happy couple can live happily. The fact that this story is nearly over is a little sad but I’m happy our losties found each other. Im thinking since the next parts will be the last I’ll talk about overall themes I liked and my favourite moments as well. 

#shhhlikeme #Losty Aone #Losty mountain man series #this took longer then i expected but i can finally post it!!!!

[stimmypaw]

stimmypaw reads the apprentice’s quest, a blog post

A big one, just a bunch of thoughts as I’m reading it, of course, lots of spoilers for the first book in the Warrior Cats series A Vision of Shadows. This will be covering just the first book tho, it’s all in the Read More, let’s gooooooo!!!!

Vision Of Shadows time

Lots of new cats!!! I don't remember these guys as kits or anything wrow!!! I like their names but itll take a while to get used to them

Also cant believe they printed stormcloud's dead name

Omg there's a cat named beepaw

I love these cats all of them so much im going 2 cry

All new names are perfect

I FORGOT HOW GORGEOUS THE CAT VIEW IN THE RECENT BOOKS WAS, LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT

I'm glad leafpool smokes weed

I love reading from Jayfeather's point of view, his grumpiness hasn't grown on me ever but thats just me, I still enjoy it lots he's great and its fun

Firestar and Leopardstar's characterizations are On Point i love it

OOF i feel so bad when jayfeather is mean to others, poor kestrelflight, I love those two

Lovely Jayfeather moments now its time for the first chapter

I like this duo! Also I didn't think I'd ever say this but shut up squirrelflight one can have fun AND learn with their mentors

Sparkkit sounds nice she makes jingling bell noises when she walks around

Alderkit is chadphobic /j

I can see Alderkit taking deep breaths to relax its rotating in my mind its beautiful

God this first chapter feels so good and comfortable, like eating noodles and chicken nuggets. I am so so deeply in love with it, its gorgeous!

Sparkkit is so perfect too, and Graystripe remembering Firestar aaaaaa

DUSTPELT SAID WHAT? PHDHAHAHHA OH NOOOO I don't remember their relationship much, must have been fun, I love young little creature squirrelflight I MISSED HER SO BAD WOW

I started reading the second chapter and died, I think ill take a break now 2 sleep heehhee

I love them describing twoleg stuff its always so fun and alien, like watching an animal planet show about funny sea creatures.

Also I have determined sparkpaw is my favorite, might be my favorite cat ever next to hollyleaf??? I really identify with her and also she's autistic i have decided that

Alderpaw baby noooo hhhh their mentor at least is trying to show its okay, he seems very emotionally distant so far and alderheart feels very emotionally needy, actually both of them do, did I mention I love Sparkpaw??? I might be imprinting myself 2 much on her

I love how like, its clear both of them are absolutely anxious and worried about others opinions on them, which is clearly something they got from being Firestar's grandkids, deputy kids and leader kids. And bramblestar too, I recall him being quite the anxious lad ahhah. Sparkpaw will be showing confidence and being loud but the second anyone isn't approving of her or she does something "wrong" she gets small and quiet, and she ended up setting a high bar for herself by being good at hunting and fighting so I'm curious to see how that will go. Also there's nothing wrong with being guided through a crowded place to meet others Sparkpaw!!! I bet the two of them would be stuck without not knowing how to talk to others had Needlepaw not shown up. I love them, my gf is mocking me saying I'm a Sparkpaw kinnie.

Apprentices will like learn about a thing and tell everyone about it all the time and assume its always true in every situation and thats valid I love kids like that. Also in my head Needlepaw kinda looks like a porcupine. Oh boo she's fatphobic >:(

I love apprentices they are so fun and silly, just making fun of the leaders like its nothing. The way they are clearly learning and absorving everything their warriors say and do like sponges its just ***chefs kiss***

Omg shadowclan is just full of 12 year olds help

And then the old person said "it sure is hard being old!" And everyone clapped

Shout-out to pretty Riverclan apprentice #481977 I love her

Leafpool: 👁👁

Alderpaw: I knew it im cursed and awful and terrible and I will never amount to anything

I wish the cats didn't seem to be giving up on him so easily though

Ah yes the classic thunderclan move "you suck, into the medicine hole you go"

The way sparkpaw changes the things she says and how she does when it isn't the status quo around her oooooooooooooyeaaaaaaa I love 1 autistic cat

Alderpaw considering your problems lesser than other cats won't help you deal with them better bro

I love Needlepaw's excitement about Alderpaw being a medicine cat apprentice, and her sarcasm, she feels like a preppy teenager

Ahhh this is so good, I am so thirsty for family moments like this, just Alderpaw bonding with grandma, I’ll definitely want to draw this one it’s so sweet.

Oh to be young and silly.

I really am enjoying like, Alderpaw’s struggles to seeing how he fits in the clan, how he fits in himself, how he wants to be seen and what he wants to be, it’s really good. I Am Engaged(tm) With This Plot.

SPARKPAW NOOOOOOO but also Yes I want her to be shown vulnerable and weak please 

POP, god watching this stuff always awful, the cats must have thought he broke her ahahah

Also, really great that they learned from Dovewing and now like leave choices and discussions about prophecies between adults

And plus Brambles seemed to take the time to explain stuff to him, seems he wont be going alone either the 1 thing is that he will be the only one knowing what the journey is really about, why though??? I didnt read Firestar's Quest or whatever why does Skyclan need to be secret??? Seems quite silly really!

YESSSS SANDSTORM GET HIS ASS FIGHT FIGHT LOVE THIS LOVE SANDSTORM

I could feel squirrelflight nearing explosion here, this was very fun, i wish they werent hiding this though!!!

The secret thing is showing to be a plot point so I am once again Very Engaged

Also, wonderful dialogue bit, someone asked Bramblestar why an Elder is going and:

Lovely perfect perfect

I miss you dovewing

SQUIRRELFLIGHT LOVE YOU

Oh boy this is it

Traveling book moment

Graystripe: Soooo you're excited to go on the journey to the old territories and Skyclan?

Sandstorm: Yes! It's been ages and-

Graystripe: I'm sure the tribe will love the visit too

Sandstorm, groaning: Oh noooo I forgot about how the tribe is in the way of every journeyyyyy noooooo they're such a racist caricature, please tell me you have a plan

Graystripe: Yes don't worry about it the writers forgot about the tribe in my comic book so you can just use the excuses i did to actively avoid it

Sandstorm: Oh thank Starclan

Sparkpaw's desperation to prove herself oof, her anxiety with understanding the prophecy, oh boy, and Alderpaw feeling too overwhelmed by the questions and not managing to talk!!!! I am so glad they are both autistic

Hoping "Being Leader" wont mean theyre putting nonsense responsibility on the apprentice again

Ah good Sandstorm is on the lead again, as she should, she should have been leader she would have been great

I can't believe Alderpaw thinks I look stupid and diseased :( /j

Everything about this twoleg scene was scandalous I loved it, Sparkpaw just toppled over a trash bag and they are eating from it, iconic, also did those twolegs throw out a whole turkey? Damn

Its not that Sparkpaw is freakishly good at hunting she is very hungry and constantly on the watch for things to eat

BRO Ive never been in a road where the drivers are this wild, throwing bottles out of the car????? Ive seen Fruit being thrown like once or twice, what the fuck!!! I'm glad they are going to wait until the morning to continue

Okay I was not expecting Needlepaw to show up this girl is chaotic I love her

ACTUALLY YEAH WHY DIDNT THEY TELL THE OTHER CLANS ABOUT THIS SINCE THE PROPHECY IS ABOUT ALL THE CLANS???

Needlepaw is like Rono from Bambi 2 if he wasnt a mean bully and thats very epic

Very curious character though, how come her mentor isnt teaching her the warrior code properly? Is that an issue with all apprentices?? Is the clan overwhelmed by 12 year olds and they won?

Having lots of fun trying to play the game "what animal are they describing this time" the erins made here, im glad they're in a farm. Worried about Sandstorm though :c

Fuck im worried about sandstorm a lot, her wound hurt on Me

Yeah water is good youre right sandstorm

Aw man I hope she's okay let her at least survive to meet skyclan please

NOOOOOOOO SANDSTORMA A AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Sandtteooonrjrbbbmmnnnnnnnnnn

I am so sad

Alderpaw denying it, Starclan shining upon their vigil, everything crushed me i cried

Alderpaw considers Nihilism

Haven't seen a cat thank starclan for prey in a while its

Oh look they time skipped a journey! They don't tend to do that thats nice

I'm so excited to be meeting The Skyclan that everyone in the fandom knows now

So far they seem kinda mean but thats most clans at first glance really

Okay somethings up

I uh have heard of Darktail pretty sure he's a bad guy so yeah something really bad happened to Skyclan

Am worried

Darktail sounds like an evil himbo* i may be enjoying him actually

*himbos are usually nice by default so he's just evil and stupid and strong

Does needletail know these cats already?????

Ah

Shit

Oh okay fuck

I've been quietly reading the rest because I am just concerned and I want them to be okay as quickly as possible

Waterfalls are a classic nice

Oh boy time for our unlikely duo of Alderpaw and Needlepaw to get out of a Mess!

I did not expect this to end up with the two of them journeying into parenthood, but I'm happy it did

Well actually I'm very unhappy theyre so lost and there's no sign of Skyclan I am very worried for everyone involved Sparkpaw must be feeling awful!

Twigkit is a great name

Yeah this ended terribly

Overall! Frigging loved it this book was GOOD and a great start for the series I am very excited to read the rest, SO WORRIED ABOUT SKYCLAN THO AAAA the characterizations were great the characters were great the pacing was fun and I didn't get bored once!

I think o only wish I had read this sooner really so I could look up others thoughts without getting heavily spoiled about the last books, I can watch a few videos already though thats a start ahhaha. But yeah it was great and it felt very good to read, haven't swallowed up a book so quickly in a very long time!!! Very happy I finally got my hands on this 💕💖💕💖💕💖 cant wait 2 start the next one

If you read all this, hope you had fun hahaha, ill be making more of these cus theyre fun and I like talking about warrior cats thats just my thing

Til next time

#wc #the apprentice's quest #warrior cats #a vision of shadows #avos #warrior cats avos #avos wc #wc avos #avos warrior cats #warrior cats a vision of shadows #alderpaw #needlepaw #sparkpaw #violetkit #twigkit

[metalchickaf19]

The Bowers Gang: Ship #24 - Victor Criss

Request: Hey. I was wondering if you could do a bowers gang ship for me. If that's ok. I'm tall and skinny (5.9 and sickly skinny), basically the same build as Patrick Hockstetter. I have boy short brown hair and blue eyes. I normally wear jeans, sweaters and hoodies. I'm kinda awkward and shy (so awkward and shy that I've been contemplating this request for months.) I'm really anxious and nervous. I love horror movies and all that spooky stuff. My favorite holiday is Halloween. I'm really bad at school, except English. I love psychology and all the studies of human behavioral studies. I try to be really nice but I love making richie tozier type insult jokes. Its not easy to make me mad but when I am its really bad (Henry Bowers level rage). I am super loyal and generous. I am super introverted but I'm also really energetic. I also tend to get hyperfiziated on things. Thanks for the cool stuff you do. Sorry if there isnt enough info. I didnt really know how much I should write. Sorry I'm so awkward. And thanks again. Your great❤

Okay, so I just had to say:

I totally made this determination based off of the last part of your request, and I can’t even bring myself to be sorry for it (”Sorry if there isn’t enough info. I didn’t really know how much I should write. Sorry I’m so awkward. And thanks again. You’re great.”)

Hey. Unorthodox levels of nervousness are literally Victor Criss’s main turn-on, so it’s no surprise that I’d pair you two together (also thanks for making me snort-laugh, because that was definitely a fun little bonus)

All the guys like to make fun of the fact that you’re taller than Victor (although it’s never bothered him any)

Patrick in particular likes to joke that you’re basically the fifth man in the group, entirely because your body type makes it so easy (”Fuck, Criss - if you were lookin’ for a top, you coulda’ just asked.” *Infuriating Hockstetter laugh*)

... and Henry usually smirks along like a dick, because he 100% agrees

Don’t worry though, dude - even though none of the rest of the guys have a thing for you physically, they all really like your personality 

Like... a lot.

Belch thinks you’re a sweetheart, Hockstetter lives to set off your awkwardness, and (despite the odd dickish smirk here and there) you and Henry are basically bros

... The Henry thing kind of took forever to get that way (because lack of social skills on both sides), but hey - group acceptance is group acceptance; take your stamp of approval and bask  

Victor takes you to a lot of horror movie showings in town

You used to always go to the Derry Main Street Theatre, but after the guys randomly filled the seats around you twice (plus one time where you caught just Hockstetter sitting directly behind you), you started going to a more secluded one on Derry’s south side 

Victor still scans the auditorium immediately upon entering, and just before the movie starts - he was deeply affected by the Hockstetter incident 

Victor tutors both you and Belch some days outside of school 

The typical routine is, you all meet up at one of your houses (usually Victor’s), procrastinate together for a solid 40-45 minutes before starting, then set to work focusing on one subject for the entire afternoon

Being that you and Belch both struggle with quite a lot (you, with all subjects except for English, Belch, with all subjects expect for gym), you usually just switch-off which topics you spend time on 

Have you managed to awaken hot teacher Victor who loves his friends and has unheard-of amounts of patience?

I think yes.

You and Patrick talk about psychology a surprising amount of the time - and with a surprising amount of intelligence on Patrick’s part 

Seriously. No one knew Hockstetter could talk about something in earnest until he first came in contact with you 

Your conversations usually start with Patrick saying something relatively fucked up and/or asking a fucked up question, and you addressing/answering the comment with a psychology-based response 

Cue losing yourselves in conversation for anywhere from 20-30 minutes (all of which Hockstetter spends absolutely enthralled with every word you have to say)

... Victor doesn’t like that shit.

Really. His face legit falls every time he notices you and Patrick having a side-bar

Mostly because Hockstetter looks at you like a piece of meat and leans in like it’s nobody’s business (the price of talking to him about shit he’s interested in), but still - Criss’s world gets just a little bit darker when he feels his delicate flower is bonding with a future death-row inmate 

You rarely ever get angry around the guys, but when you do, it’s usually directed at Henry

... and, if I’m being honest, it usually only happens because of the way he speaks to the rest of the guys (*cough* asshole tendencies *cough*)

In fact, the first time you ever made one of your “Richie Tozier type insult-jokes” out loud, it was in direct response to Henry referring to Victor as a “pussy fuck”

You were alone with Victor when you said it of course (everyone knows you can’t roast Bowers to his face unless you already have a casket picked out), but you said the “joke” with so much resentment, he may as well have been standing right in front of you 

And let me just say...

... that aggression threw Criss for a loop

The joke itself, coupled with the shock of hearing your normally nice mouth say such mean words (especially in his defense) broke Victor down

The dude is almost never one to laugh too hard, but you had him clutching his stomach and losing it over just one cutting remark

Feel proud of yourself, girl (and never say anything like that in front of Henry - if people embarrass him too hard, he spontaneously combusts or something)

All in all, you have a very “real” relationship with the guys 

“Real” meaning that, even though you have enough differences to argue sometimes, at the end of the day, you all friggin’ love each other despite those differences 

Victor has fallen hard for you, and the rest of the guys love you like one of their own. Welcome to The Bowers Gang, asshole 

#henry bowers #patrick hockstetter #belch huggins #victor criss #the bowers gang #the bowers gang headcanons #it

[elisaphoenix13]

Spiderman And Rescue

Peter smacks against the side of the tower and groans from the excruciating pain in his side before reaching up and starting his slow trek up toward the family floor. It was a long way up and he wasn't even sure if he would make it, he barely managed to swing back to the tower after all. Normally in a situation when he was as wounded as he was, he would ask Karen to call one of his parents and wait for them to come help, but after being impaled and knocked around, his suit went offline. Which meant Karen was offline. Peter knew he couldn't sit still and hope that help would come, he already lost too much blood. So he applied a compression web and swung home. It hurt like hell and he almost passed out from the shots of pain that coursed through his body, but he managed. Now he just needed to finish climbing the tower.

Easier said then done. Not only was his blood making it hard to keep a grip on the glass, but the sky decided that it was the opportune moment to take a royal piss. The small silver lining the rain provided was that it would wash away the blood trail that Peter was leaving behind. He climbed little by little, his vision slowly filling with black spots as he made his way to the balcony, but as he reached up to finally grab the railing, his body gave out on him. As the rest of his vision darkened, he felt himself fall away from the tower and free fall toward the ground. The last thing he saw before falling unconscious was a blue and silver suit diving for him.

________________________

Harley barely caught Peter in time. He was further down the tower when he caught a glimpse of his brother climbing the side of the tower through the windows, and he raced upstairs to the floor with the balcony when he caught sight of red. Of blood. He made it to the railing just as Peter did and reached down for the younger's questing hand, but then Peter fell back before Harley could grab his hand.

"PETER!" He screams through the downpour.

His next reaction was to dive over the railing after he activated his nanotech bracelet, the Rescue suit covering his body. The moment he caught Peter, he flew back up to the balcony as quickly but carefully as possible. Peter's blood was already spreading across his armor, the rain washing it away as quickly as it appears.

"SARA! FRIDAY! Somebody, I don't care! Get Mom and Bruce up here! It's really fucking bad!"

He drags Peter inside and out of the rain, and when he reaches over to disengage Peter's Spiderman suit, Harley's AI stops him.

"Don't! It's his only chance of surviving at this point!" She says just as a gateway fizzles next to them and Stephen steps through with Bruce.

Harley was pretty sure he would have been shoved aside if he didn't back away by himself with the way Stephen and Bruce knelt next to his dying brother. Bruce checked his pulse and then Stephen used his magic to carry Peter through the gateway that led back to the med-bay. It closed directly behind the two doctors before Harley could follow, so the teen had to race down on the elevator and arrive just in time to watch them place Peter in the Cradle.

It was worse than Harley thought and he already knew it was bad. The Cradle was only used strictly for regeneration purposes. Peter had his healing factor, but his injury must have been bad enough to need extra help. Harley watches as Stephen raises the palm of his hand to his forehead as Bruce says something he can't hear, and the sorcerer responds with a single sob. It was enough to have Harley leave the med-bay and take the elevator down to the lab.

"SARA, bring up the video feed of Peter's last fight." He demands and a video starts playing on one of the screens. He watches from Peter's point of view as he jumps around some guy in a large rhino looking suit until the Rhino chucks something at him. Peter was obviously stunned long enough for the Rhino to charge at him and impale his horn into his side and then the screen blacks out. "Where's the rest of it?"

"That attack shut down Spiderman's suit. Karen is still offline."

"Upload any data on that guy to my suit. I'm going after this asshole."

"You will do no such thing." Stephen says from the door and Harley whips around to stare at him incredulously.

"WHAT?! I won't just sit around-"

"Harley, please!" The sorcerer snaps. "I already have one child in intensive care...please don't make yourself a second." He says quietly.

Stephen walks over to the couch and sits on it heavily as he leans forward to place his head in trembling hands. They were shaking more so than usual and that only meant that the sorcerer was scared. Harley clenches his fists in frustration and inhales deeply before releasing both his breath and his hands.

"Will Peter be okay?"

"...we don't know." Stephen admits quietly.

"Is anyone going to do something about the guy that did this?"

"Show me the video."

Stephen stands up and joins Harley at the screens as the teen asks SARA to replay the recording, and cringes the moment Peter gets impaled. When the screen blacks out again, the sorcerer sighs and rubs his eyes. It was then that he declared that he would send Steve, Bucky, and Quill out to track down the Rhino to take care of. Harley didn't care who as long as the job was done.

And boy was it done. Quill could have easily taken care of Rhino himself, but Steve and Bucky were there to try and keep him from going berserk. After Rhino was taken care of, the Avengers took shifts sitting in the med-bay with Peter. Tony shut himself in the lab when he wasn't with Peter to repair his suit and Stephen had to be forced out of the med bay on multiple occasions and be told to rest. Harley was between helping Tony, sitting with Peter as he recovered in the Cradle, and keeping Diana busy when Cassie spent some time of her own in the med-bay. Diana wanted to visit as well, but Stephen didn't want her to see Peter the way he was now.

It took three days for the Cradle to repair Peter's body enough for him to be safely taken out of it, and that was when everyone sighed with a little bit of relief. The teen wasn't quite out of the woods yet, but he definitely had better chances now. He wasn't breathing by himself yet, but at least he didnt have a gaping hole in his abdomen. His healing factor could take care of the rest.

Diana was finally allowed to see Peter when he was taken out of the Cradle and placed in a bed. She of course cried a little bit when she saw them, but then she wiped her eyes and sat on the bed with a book and read to him. She was convinced Peter could hear them and didn't want him to be bored. Everyone else followed her lead and either talked directly to him, or to each other if anyone shared a shift just so he didn't feel alone. Assuming Dia was right and he could hear them.

Peter woke up three days after they took him off the machines that had been helping him breathe, and it was during Bucky's shift. Harley was with him keeping him company while they watched a movie, and since it was a movie they had both seen before, they were pointing out unrealistic things and other nonsense. They didn't even notice when Peter woke up at first since he didn't make a single sound, but Bucky happened to look back at him a couple minutes later and jumped up when he found the boy's eyes open and a little glazed over.

"Bambi!"

He and Harley rush to separate sides of the bed and Peter barely manages a grunt when Harley grabs a glass of water with a straw and holds it up for Peter. The younger teen drinks slowly until he weakly pushes his brother's arm away, and Harley puts the cup back down on the nearby table as Bucky asks FRIDAY to tell Bruce, Stephen, and Tony that Peter woke up. It didn't take more than a couple of minutes for all three of them to rush into the room and for Bruce to check his vitals and his injury while Tony and Stephen asked him simple questions. Did he know where he was? What was two plus two?

What was the last thing he remembered?

Peter furrows his brows. "The Rescue suit." He clears his throat when his voice comes out raspy and Stephen grabs the cup of water to hold out for the teen to drink.

"Yeah, well, your brother was in the Rescue suit. He technically saved your life twice. Once from becoming a stain on my doorstep, and the second time being the general fact that he saw you and called for help." Tony says. "Mom said he was about ready to go after Rhino."

Harley sniffs with disdain. "Thanks for talking about me like I'm not here...and no I didn't confront him." The teen says when Peter releases the straw from his mouth and opens it to say something. "I didn't even make it out of the lab. Mom sent Quill, Steve, and Bucky."

"He gave us a bit of trouble." Bucky says from the wall he settled against when the parents first came in. "Let me just say that Quill is a lot stronger than I thought. As in, he grabbed the guy, and threw him over his shoulder and down the street."

Peter's eyes widen and a long moment of silence passes. Everyone in the room had either fought the guy or at least saw the video of Peter's fight, so it was a well known fact that the Rhino was not something one threw around. The only other person who could probably do what Quill did was Thor.

Tony then asked the question that some of the team had been wondering. "How is Thumbelina not dead?"

"Self control." Both Stephen and Bucky answer.

"He has that?" Tony asks dramatically and Bucky laughs.

"Anyway, do you feel up to seeing Diana?" Stephen asks Peter.

"...sure. For a little bit."

"Before I forget, I'm fixing your suit. The guy somehow managed to damage the part that sends a distress signal to either FRIDAY or Victor. Mom and I never got pinged when Karen went offline." Tony says with a frown.

"I guess it's a good thing I didn't sit still then." Peter says quietly.

"The one time I'm glad you didn't."

Bruce finishes looking Peter over while Stephen leaves to gather Diana, and Bucky leaves to make dinner for everyone. Then Tony leaves to go grab some fresh clothes for Peter when the teen complains about feeling gross, and when Harley turns to follow, Peter calls out for him to wait. Harley turns and walks back over to his brother's bedside and Peter holds up a fist.

"Thanks."

Harley smirks and the two do their special handshake. Thankfully this one not as elaborate as the one Peter and Ned had. "It's like I said, someone's gotta look after you."

Peter returns the smiles albeit weakly. "That's what parents are for."

"And older brothers."

"You know, I vaguely recall this conversation."

"Well that's a good sign." Bruce says from across the room.

#ironstrange #stephen strange #tony stark #supremefamily #mama bear stephen strange #peter parker #harley keener #diana stark strange (oc) #bucky barnes

[lumosinlove]

Solntse

part ii

Remus sits in Lily and James’ tiny living room and tries to ignore the subtly laid out pillow and blankets set on the corner of the couch. Lily doesn’t let him.

“Your apartment has flees.”

Remus sets his glass down, “That was one bug and it was a beetle.”

Lily twists her hair over one shoulder, unrelenting, “Remus. Please.” She nods towards the pillow, “Just—I’m worried. We’re worried.”

Remus looks away so he doesn’t have to see the way James nods, they way they’re both looking at him like he’s already a lost cause. He wishes for a moment he’d never told them what he does other than serve pizza and take the early shifts at the gas station around the block, but then he’d be all alone in it. And they were his best friends, that was why he had told them. Just in case one day all of James’ fears came true and some guy murdered Remus in a hotel room. Or something.

James sighs, “Mate, we’re not ganging up on you.”

“No, I know.” Remus nods down at his mug of tea, “I know. I just…I don’t want to be that friend you can’t get rid of. Like. That would be awful.”

“Re, you’re never going to become that.” Lily puts a warm hand on his shoulder, squeezing, “That’s not how we think about it at all. We just want to know your safe.”

James raises his mug to his mouth, “As safe as you can be…”

“James.” Lily snips, then her face turns soft again for Remus, “Will you stay here?”

“Lils, really, my apartment is fine.” He curls his feet further beneath him, “I’ll finish my tea and go. Don’t worry.”

He thinks back to his two night hotel escapade and shakes his head more firmly at Lily. He already feels enough like a charity case as it is. Even if he did get good money for it. Sirius had pushed an extra eighty dollars into his hand at the door and closed it before Remus could protest. He had pressed a chapped kiss to his cheek too. Remus was still mulling that over.

When he finally does make it out of the apartment he pulls his ratty coat tightly over his shoulders and ducks his head against the wind. He could probably buy a new one if Sirius called again. He did ask for two nights in a row, and it went great so, maybe. But he didn’t want to be flashy about any new money. His landlord had already raised his eyebrows when Remus had handed over two months rent in advanced.

His apartment wasn’t flea infested although it did give off that sort of look. He had a cheep futon bed frame, just to keep his mattress off the floor so it didn’t mold, and a dresser from IKEA. His kitchen consisted of a stove and a sink. The gas was usually pretty iffy and his sink ran mostly cold, like his shower, but…he had a roof and food. It’s fine. He has James and Lily if he was really, really in trouble but he doesn’t want it to come to that. He’ll never want it to come to that.

He throws his keys down on the dresser and goes to check the leak under the sink. It hasn’t gotten worse but he empties out what water is in the bucket just while he’s there. He re-tapes the crack in the window and makes a note to ask his landlord about that. Again. He’s just sitting down on his bed when his phone rings. He groans and closes his eyes when he pulls it out, hoping it isn’t one of his less polite customers. He sighs in relief when he sees the name.

“Frank, hi.” Frank almost never wants sex. He likes to talk. He’s lonely. Remus can relate. He’s the son of two wealth-soaked parents who don’t pay him a lick of attention. Remus can half relate. “How are you, mate?”

“Oh. Hi, Remus. Wasn’t sure I’d get you, um. I’m fine. I—um. Was wondering…” He trails off.

“Sure, when were you thinking? I’ve got something Tuesday and Sunday and you know when I work, so…”

“Actually, I was thinking now?” His voice is up an entire octave with nerves, “I just…Family problems right now. Was hoping to just talk a bit.”

Remus runs a hand over his face but tries not to pause too long. He doesn’t want Frank to think he doesn’t want to, “Sounds great! Should I meet you at the—“

“I couldn’t get the usual room. It’s 207 tonight. Same hotel though, the Pierre.”

Remus nods, tries to keep a smile in his voice, “Great. See you soon.”

He’s barely hung up when another name flashes up at him. He’s almost embarrassed by how fast he answers, “Sirius. Hi.” That didn’t come out anywhere close to how he wanted it to.

“Remus! Life is good?”

Remus laughs lightly, still caught off guard but warmed by Sirius’ simple honesty, “Uh, yeah, life is good. How are you?”

“Good. Busy. Always busy, you know? I’m at airport now, going to be in town on Wednesday. You want see together? Or, ah, not together.”

“Each other.” Remus supplies.

“Yes, perfect. You always know. What you think, Remus?”

Remus half wishes Sirius would stop saying his name like that and half wishes he’ll never stop saying his name like that, “Yeah, that works for me. What time were you thinking?”

“Seven? I get us dinner in room, so don’t eat. I’m, ah…” Sirius lets out a soft laugh and Remus presses the speaker closer to his ear, “I’m think about you a lot.”

Remus swallows over a suddenly dry throat, “Yeah?”

“Hm.” There’s a loud speaker in the background and Sirius says something low in Russian, “Flight calling me. Wednesday okay, yes?”

“Yes. Have a good flight.”

“You too. Or—“ They both laugh, “Okay, I’m go now. Bye, Remus.”

The line goes dead and Remus lets the phone fall to the bed. He breathes in deeply and looks down. He’s half hard in his pants now and he really doesn’t know why. He’s suppose to be on his way to Frank’s, he tips well, he honestly needs Remus a little bit and…fuck. He splashes some freezing water on his face from the sink and yanks his door shut as he leaves.

Frank’s is fine. The hotel room is nice and Remus ends up sucking him off—twice. He doesn’t get hard either time but Frank seems either completely fine with that or he doesn’t notice. What does get him going is the ping he gets on his phone while he’s walking home from the tube. It’s a picture. Of Sirius. A selfie. He’s grinning in front of a beautiful sunset outside a plane window. There’s no message except a few sideways parentheses that Remus takes as smiles. Looking at the grin triggers thinking about Sirius’ large, warm hands on his hips and back. That leads to thinking about the way Sirius had carefully pushed his fingers inside of Remus, then the hot slide of his cock to replace them, his weight covering Remus’ back—

By the time Remus is walking up the stairs to his apartment again he’s more or less waddling around his tented trousers. By the time he’s throwing his keys on his dresser all he can do is lean back against his door and shove his hand into his boxers. They’re already damp with pre-come so what’s the point anyway? He smears his thumb over his head and squeezes the base, letting out a breath. It’s not as good as Sirius and his fucking huge palms. Now that he’s got a hand wrapped around himself he can really feel the difference. He pushes his pants down around his knees so he can get two hands around himself instead, twisting around the head and keeping a tight grip around the shaft. It barely takes a dozen pulls before he’s shooting into his fist with a harsh sound, Sirius’ name almost on his lips. Almost. He makes the mistake of thinking about the way Sirius had trailed his fingertips over his sensitive cock after he’d made Remus come in his mouth, keeping the pleasurable nerves alight, and takes a cold shower so he doesn’t have to go again. The shower only makes him think about how, next time, maybe Sirius won’t come untouched. Maybe Remus will get to return the favor. He doesn’t even know how much of Sirius he could fit in his mouth but fuck if he doesn’t want to try. He groans and wraps a hand around himself again. He’s too sensitive but he doesn’t care. He works himself fast and hard until his cock is a flushed red and he comes weakly against the shower wall, panting into the cool spray.

He looks at his phone as he towels off his hair. It’s Saturday, and it’s going to be a long couple days.

~

There’s a different woman at the front desk this time and Remus is glad. Not that he thinks the other one would remember him but, still. He stares at the twelve on the door for a moment, trying to calm his heart rate, before he knocks.

The door doesn’t open immediately so he knocks again, feeling more awkward by the second.

This time there’s a muffled shout and a few seconds later the door is yanked open by Sirius—dripping wet and a towel hastily wrapped around his waist.

“Sorry!” He gasps, “Sorry, flight late, felt kind of like plane—plane all over me? Thought I be fast, sorry.”

“Okay.” Remus meant to say it’s okay but, well, Sirius’ towel is slipping sort of low.

“Come in, come in, I’m be ready in minute.”

Ready for what? Remus wants to ask.

He goes to sit on one of the couches and strokes his hands over a soft pillows while Sirius pads back to the shower, dropping his towel without closing the door. For a second, Remus debates on whether he can consider that as an invitation or not. He stands up twice and sits back down before the water shuts off and he sits again. Sirius emerges a second later, grabbing the towel from the floor to wrap around his waist and another for his hair.  He rubs at his hair until the waves fluff around his ears and into his eyes. He smiles over at Remus somewhat guiltily.

“Sorry again. You want look at menu?” Sirius flips open a sleek looking suitcase and starts rifling through it, “Starving. Airplane food most bad, you know?”

Remus doesn’t but he’s not about to start that conversation. Instead he reaches for the leather-bound hotel book, “Where did you come from?”

“Sydney, ah…Hard for me to say.”

“Australia.”

Sirius laughs and pulls a loose fitting pair of sweatpants on—bare, “Yes, right.” A white long sleeve shirt follows and—to Remus’ surprised delight—a black snapback. It sits snugly on his damp hair, pushing the front part back out of his eyes while the rest wings out above his ears. Remus can see the shape of his ring necklace through his shirt. He swallows. Sirius looks good.

He pulls some warm looking socks on and Remus glances briefly at the hole in the heel on his own left foot. The couch bounces a little as Sirius settles next to him, leaning in close to look at the menu, “Good food? What you like?”

Remus tries to read the menu, he really does, but Sirius’ arm is thrown over the back of the couch  and his fingertips are brushing over where he sweater gives way to skin. He holds the menu out to Sirius, “You decide. I’ll eat anything.”

Sirius gives him a teasingly disapproving look but takes the menu and reaches towards the side table for the phone. He orders too much. A steak, fries, a plate of brisket ravioli, a cheese board, a salad, calamari, and two slices of chocolate cake. Remus doesn’t know where they’re going to put it all, but he hopes maybe he can take some of it home.

“We do tea later,” Sirius reaches out and fans one of Remus’ curls between his fingers. “After.” He amends, “They say thirty minutes.” Then his fingers are lightly brushing Remus’ hip, just beneath his sweater, “We stay busy while wait. Is okay?”

“Yeah.” Remus breathes, because what Sirius doesn’t know is that he got off to the mere memories of what they did last time every night leading up to now. Sometimes twice. Of course it’s okay. He’s never had a job this fucking okay, and he’ll damn sure make the most of it until Sirius moves on. They always do. Remus usually feels more grateful when they do, but he has a feeling Sirius will be different.

Sirius flashes him a grin and tugs him right into his lap. His lips are warm and chapped against Remus’, but the rough texture is nice. Remus feels like it keeps him there, in Sirius’ arms. He runs his tongue across Sirius’ bottom lip just to feel it and is rewarded with a soft sound and a palm to the small of his back. Sirius, who seems to be able to take Remus aback in almost everything he does, is holding Remus close, chest to chest. Not by the hips, not by the shoulders. Remus has never had any problems with abuse and he’s lucky in that way but Sirius, Sirius isn’t holding him like he’s there for sex at all. He’s cradling Remus in his lap, hands running lazily up and down his back. He’s licking into his mouth like they have all the time in the world, like they’ve been kissing forever and they’ll do it tomorrow, and tomorrow.

Remus’ palms cup his jaw and he runs his fingers along the edge of the snapback.

“You want off?” Sirius’ voice sounds like he’s just woken up.

Remus shakes his head and his eyes slip closed as Sirius’ mouth moves to his jaw, “No.”

Sirius’ warm breath against his neck as he laughs softly almost feels better than the wet kisses he’s leaving there. Almost.

They stay like that until the knock on the door makes Remus blink his eyes open blearily, suddenly aware of how warm he is.

Sirius shifts him to the side gently, kneeling on the couch for one last peck, “I’m get food, relax here.”

Remus blinks at him, licks his kiss-swollen lips, and honestly just wants to ask Sirius why he is like this. He rests his head back on the couch and listens to Sirius’ bright voice chatting away to the bell boy who brought their food. He’s thanking him, telling him how good it all looks, and Remus thinks maybe he’s just this nice to everyone he meets. He isn’t sure what to do with that.

“Hey,” Sirius head pokes back through the door, cart trailing him, “Food.”

Remus isn’t going to say no to that.

The spread of food looks even bigger when laid out and Remus can’t help but laugh as Sirus sits down next to him again, “Sirius, this is…a lot.”

Sirius shrugs one shoulder, “We don’t finish, you take home.”

Remus isn’t going to say no to that, either. He has a brief moment of wondering whether ordering this much was purposeful on Sirius’ part, but pushes it aside. That’s ridiculous. Sirius doesn’t even know him, much less anything about his financial situation. Well. He might know a little given who they are to each other.

Remus spends most of the meal listening to Sirius try to explain some funny story that happened on his trip, and anticipating the occasional moments of being fed bits of steak and such by Sirius, who barely breaks in talking despite how it takes Remus’ breath for a moment.

“I spend lot of time in hotel, you know?” Sirius’ voice breaks into Remus’ thoughts, mid story. He wished he’d been listening fully to know how to respond.

“I, ah, lonely?”

Sirius shrugs, but shoves a large scoop of pasta in his mouth. Remus takes that as a yes.

“How did you…” Remus searches for the right word before trying, “find me?”

Sirius actually pinks a little at that, “Ah. Friend. You know him. Recommend. Say you very sweet.”

Remus nods and respects the anonymity even if he’s dying to know who, “Sweet, huh?”

Sirius smiles a little, “I’m think so, too.”

They move onto the cake and the hotel had sent up an two extra desserts, seemingly just because Sirius is Sirius.

“I’m stay here lot, they know me.”

“Probably because you order the entire menu anyway.” Remus jokes.

It makes Sirius’ entire face light up, spreading his hands, “Hey, why not? Hungry after long day of flying.” He knocks his ankle against Remus’, “Good food, best company.”

Remus rolls his eyes a little and Sirius snorts. That shouldn’t be attractive, but it is.

“You live here always?” Sirius asks through a bite of cheesecake, “London?”

“Yeah, always.”

“Born here?”

Remus nods, “Yeah. I live a few streets over from my parent’s flat.”

“Must be so nice.” Sirius is smiling, but his eyes are down at his plate and he looks a little mournful. His fingertips not holding his fork are twisting the ring around his neck,  “Be near family always.”

Remus takes a bite instead of answering. It had been nice. For a while.

“Not…Not nice?” Sirius says softly, “Sorry, not want to bring up bad things, Remus—“

“No. No, it’s okay. It’s fine, I just…yeah, I don’t really talk to my parents much these days.”

Sirius places a warm hand on his thigh, thumb rubbing on the inside slowly. But it isn’t sexual. It isn’t even verging on sexual. It’s soothing and warm, and it makes Remus want to keep talking.

“Not since I came out.” He finally manages, “To them. They weren’t…” But it turns out that’s all he can say on the matter.

“Make you feel better…” Sirius wets his lips, “Parents not know. Mine, I’m saying. Scared to tell, not good thing in Russia.” He gives Remus’ thigh a little squeeze, “I understand. Remus, it’s—it’s most brave.”

Remus blinks hard, “Yeah.” He doesn’t know why he’s sitting here having this semi-melt down with Sirius. Sirius definitely isn’t paying for this. He’s probably annoyed with him under all his kind words and so Remus snuffles and digs his palms into his eyes, trying to wipe the tears away and the redness that’s probably there both. There’s nothing really to do to make this not an awkward transition. How do you go from tears to sex? And with a stranger? “I’m sorry.” He begins, “Fuck, this—was not what I had planned.”

“Remus, it’s not apology—no, okay?” He’s suddenly pushing the food table away and tucking his legs beneath himself, sitting on his socked-heels and taking both of Remus’ hands, thumbs rubbing gently against the vulnerable insides of Remus’ wrists, “I’m not mind, really. Really.”

“I’ll take this out of your pay. Honestly, Sirius, this isn’t what you brought me here for, I just want you to know that I know that.” Remus can’t help it though, and despite his words curls his fingers around Sirius’, “Sorry."

“Please stop saying, Remus.” Sirius tone is firm, “Please, you—not an apology.” Even the word ‘apology’ sounds nice in Sirius’ mouth.

“I…make okay? A bit?” Sirius tugs very lightly on Remus’ hands but when Remus shakes his head he—he lets go. Which Remus can’t decide how he feels about that.

“Sorry.” He says again, then at Sirius’ face, he pushes a hand through his hair, “Fuck, sorry—Sor—“

And then Sirius is kissing him. His thumbs are stroking slowly along his cheeks and he’s sucking Remus’ bottom lip slowly into his mouth, brushing his tongue along it with the same amount of leisure. Remus sighs into it, fingers digging into his own thighs for a moment before he’s leaning forward and pressing his palms flat on Sirius’.

“Only if want.” Sirius says against his mouth, “Remus.” He pulls away just enough to look at Remus’ glassy eyes, “You not want a second ago, I’m just want no more sorry. No, ah, not need to do anything, okay?” He curls his fingers back around Remus’ ears, around the curls there, “карамель, can just put movie on. Have more cake.”

Remus sniffles a little, blinking hard at Sirius, “Did—Did you just call me caramel?” He remembers the soft word from last time.

Sirius smiles, a bit, and lifts one shoulder, “It’s good, no? It’s…not sure how to say…small names important in Russia. Mean two people are close.”

Is that really what we are? Remus wants to ask. He sort of wants to yell it because, as great as this is, he sees nothing but a darker end. For himself, anyway.

“Oh.” Is all he says out loud and falls sideways a little on the couch into the cushions. He’s suddenly so tired. Sirius doesn’t seem to mind, though, and mirrors his position, their knees knocking together. His soft smile is still aimed right at Remus. “What’s yours then?”

Sirius’ smile grows, “Mama give to me when little.” He raises his eyebrows, “Little bit funny, not laugh.”

Remus feels a smile of his own start up and he uses his sleeve to wipe his nose, sitting up a little more, “I won’t laugh.”

“Sivushka.” It rolls nicely off of Sirius’ tongue, and his cheeks pink a little but he looks pleased, “Sort of…for family? Friends. Not so much lover, too…small?”

“Casual?” Remus offers, “Like, it means a different feeling.”

Sirius’ smile is soft, “So good with english. So helpful.”

“Sivushka.” Remus tries it out, but it doesn’t sound half as good. Then, he can’t help it, heart in his throat when he asks, “What’s…what’s more than friends? Like, not—just, I’m curious what that would be.”

“Lover? Sirusya, maybe.” Then he smiles, eyes crinkling warmly, “You like? You call me?”

“Surely someone already calls you that.” Remus tries to keep his voice light. I mean, look at you. He wants to add.

Sirius sits up at that a little, eyes going hard, hand—that had been rubbing idly against Remus’ knee—going still, “No. No one call me.”

Remus swallows, “I—I didn’t mean—“

“I’m not—изменя́ть.” He huffs in frustration, “изменя́ть—I’m not know, not know, okay?”

Remus’s chest goes cold, “Okay. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply anything.”

“Not be here if with—someone else.” Sirius shakes his head, “Not like that, Remus. I’m not.” The phrase is followed by a disgruntled spell of Russian that Remus does his best to follow through tone alone.

“I know.” Remus finally says, “I know you aren’t.” Because he’s only met Sirius twice but he can honestly say he does know this about him, “I’m sorry.”

“Not apology, карамель.” Sirius rubs his hands over his face, “Too much action, sorry.”

Remus looks on in confusion, “What?”

“Me, me,” Sirius gestures aggressively towards himself, “Me. Too much action. Not right.”

Overreaction, Remus thinks and nods, “No, I understand.”

“I’m know…what guys you probably see doing…this.” Sirius doesn’t look at him as he acknowledges exactly why Remus is there for what feels like the first time other than money exchanges, “Not wrong for you to think. But no.”

“Sirius, it’s okay.” But that feels wrong somehow and so he says instead, “I mean, we’ve done this three times.”

Sirius is quiet for a long moment this time. “It’s true.” Then, after running his fingers over his necklace a few times, “You have other small name?”

The topic change pings a little, “Um. Not anything big. Re, mostly, if anything.”

“Re.” It sounds like a lovely mess of vowel in Sirius’ mouth, “That’s all?”

Remus nods, “Nothing like Russia, huh?”

Sirius runs a hand over his face one more time but when he moves it there’s a trace of his usual smile, “I’m find you one, not worry.” Then, eyes down and voice quiet but questioning, “You have…small name…for lover?”

Remus swallows. His throat is so dry all of a sudden so he just shakes his head, then realizes Sirius isn’t looking at him so he croaks out, “No.”

Sirius nods back, “Oh.” Then he grabs the remote and pushes it into Remus’ hand, “Find something. I’m call for tea and get money before forget. Be back.”

It seems like the end of the conversation, but the conversation doesn’t feel over. Remus choses a movie, but he couldn’t say what it was about. When its over Sirius has to tuck the money into Remus’ back pocket himself. He presses another kiss to Remus’ cheek. Then Remus doesn’t hear from him for two weeks.

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 < mr s4 spoilers >

hey so here’s my running commentary of 401 UNAUTHORIZED under the cut 

Does USA’s audio sound awful for anyone else? Unbearable echo-y?

These foley artists on Price’s footsteps though good shit

OH MY FUCKING GOD OH NO NOT SO EARLY NOT SO NOT SO HOLY SHIT FUCK

WE KNEW BUT SO FUCKING SOON???????

THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO LOVE HER YOU JUST LOST VIEWERS FOR THE SEASON ESMAIL DAMN

Oh shit the new G...G name guy for Whiterose

WHO ALSO HATES ELLIOT? Wow. Whiterose has a trend with assistants who hate Elliot deeply. They must all love her in some capacity.

“My dear Elliot”

HE WILL NOT ENJOY HIS CHRISTMAS YOU KILLED HIS BEST FRIEND

love this credits in the middle thing tho.

GIVING US TIME TO GRIEVE are you YA SICK BASTARD

Oh damn Dark Army owns fred

ANOTHER FUCKING PEDOPHILE WHAT THE FUCK WHY ESMAIL WHY WHY WHY

Thanks MR. Glad you also hate pedos.

I WAS JUST TAKING A MOMENT TO DECIDE WHETHER OR NOT I GIVE A FUCK. I DONT.

Imagining this in Elliot’s voice is so good too.

YOU FUCKER ESMAIL YOU COULD HAVE GIVEN HIS NAME? DOES HE HAVE A NAME? HE DOESNT CALL HIMSELF MR OR HE WOULDNT HAVE SCOFFED AT KRISTA TWICE?

Subtitles called Tyrell a CEO instead of CTO. He would gag at the thought.

HE HAS A FUCKING BLUETOOTH oh no it’s one earbud. I love my dad.

AS FAR AS YOURE CONCERNED IM EVERYWHERE

EYYYY NICE MR NICE

Is Ed actively gonna get this guy killed just to meet with Dark Army

WORKING TOGETHER YAAAASSS HEY BABE HI ELLIOT DAMN WOW NICE

THANKS I LOVE IT

THE OPPOSITE OF THANKS I HATE IT

EXCEPT ABOUT ANGELA

Fred Elliot already knows that shit.

YUP SEE HE SAYS IT

Stop lying Fredward. He’s fucking lying. I know he’s lying. He just wants to kill Elliot in an abandoned alleyway.

OH SHIT THE BADGE

hdjshd Fred figured it out.

OHHH SHIT BYE

ELLIOT IF YOU CHECK IT OUT THEN DARK ARMY WILL KNOW YOU KNOW SHIT MAN

Ty-Rell Ty-Rell Ty-Rell!!!

How’s baby gonna let off some steam huh? Is he okay? Cry? Break things?

I LOVE THAT MUSIC THO TAP TAP MOTHERF— oh no Dom is ill from being evil all the time

Is that Ed??????? In Dom’s house???

Oh omg. Jdjshdjdjd it’s a plumber

Glad the plumber is...being cool abt that fjdjdj

Omg in the abandoned Allsafe—

I love them working together fuck.

I LOVE THAT THEYRE IN THE DAMN ALLSAFE OFFICE.

Ed doesn’t wanna rush in? Good. Character development.

I love their diff in philosophy damn. Ed’s confusion abt Elliot’s stance on bad people dying.

Do either of them know about Angela though?

Oh shit there it is.

IM DONE WITH THERAPY SESSIONS. AHHHH.

And you know Ed is the one having to eat and keep them healthy since Elliot is “only focused on Whiterose and the 1%.”

OH SHIT THEY DONT KNOW THEY MEANT SOMETHING F— OH.

Oh shit. No you didn’t baby.

ED HAD TO TAKE IT ELLIOT COULDNT DO THIS, SHIT. FUCK. HES DONE THIS BEFORE HES ALWAYS DOES THIS FOR DARLENE.

ELLIOT GETTING PISSED IS WORSE. ELLIOT GETTING PISSED AND IN DARLENES FACE IS WORSE THAN ROBOT. ITS WORSE.

Their apartment is fucking nasty, thank you set designers.

Ed don’t start. Ed. Oh. That’s not a bad idea. WAIT WHAT WAS THAT WAS THAT ANGELA FIGHT CLUB P.ENIC PIC STYLE FUCK YOU ESMAIL.

ED HELLO DARLING. THANKS FOR TALKING TO US.

Ed drawing attention to the quiet ass hallway. Good. Love the colors.

“No shit.” “Ah, fuck.” I love them. “Did you hear me?” Ed checks the window all paranoid. baby.

Ed’s back in his hobo gloves Yassss gotta add that to my cosplay

ITS AN IRL HONEYPOT STFU DAMN

DAMN SHIT

DAMN

HIDE BOYS HIDE

OH SHIT THEY DIDNT HIDE IN TIME.

SHIT.

FUCK.

Mm that subtle homophobia from a family friend. Cool. Or a relative. Nice. Feels organic.

HDSJHDS AND THE JOKE DOESNT LAND JESUS.

Where’s Irv?

JDJSD WHY DID THE MOM SHARE ALL OF THAT. Also “a promotion” fjsjdjdbd

YES GIVE DOM A FRIEND

BUT NO NOT THAT ONE

OH FUCK. SHES DARK ARMY OH SHIT.

OH SHIT.

SHE TAXADERMISJFHSJFJDJDHDJSHD PEOPLE

AND THERE’S IRV BUT DIFFERENT FUCK

hdjshdjs Flat earther’s tho

Oh no Angela’s ballet shoes :( fuck you esmail :(

Godddddddddd Darlene

GODDDDDD WTF ARE THEY DOING TO ELLIOT

Omg. Elliot they don’t give a shit about that. Oh poor thing. Nopeeeee they’re killing you......

ESMAIL ABT TO KILL HIS OWN BOY DAMN

GOODBYE FRIEND

OH FUCK

OH FUCK

ALFRED HITCHCOCK UP IN THIS BITCH HOW YOU GONNA GET OUTTA THIS ONE ELLIOT IS IT STRONGER THAN MORPHINE??

YUP IT IS

Oh shit there he goes....

Oh my god Krista? OH SHIT ITS HIS MOM OH SHIT ITS FJDJDJD

THE TEAR

HAHA YEAH RIGHT

FUCKING BITCH

I LOVE YOU BITCH (Esmail)

AINT NEVER GONNA STOP LOVING YOU BIIIIITCH (Esmaaaail)

Oh hey Price

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