#so come one marvel get your crap together

[astaroth1357]

Flipping the Script: Leviathan Meet-Cute (Human World AU)

So what if you met the demon boys in the human world instead? You’re not magic. You’re not special. You’re an average little human that came crashing into some demons one day. Good luck!

Contents: Pretty new format for me, second person (you), forgive any wonkiness

Part One (You are here), Part Two, Part Three (Coming Soon...)

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You’re a hardcore otaku influencer with a niche in creating and sharing cosplay. You’ve befriended a lot of other enthusiasts pursuing your passions, but there was one guy that you met at a recent convention that stood out from all of the rest.

The Seven Lords was just having yet another milestone anniversary, so several friends in your circle all decided to get together and do a group cosplay for the fans, you all were even offered space for a panel and locations for meet-and-greets! Your whole fanbase was ecstatic, and so were you, but there was just one problem…

The friend that agreed to be your Third Lord backed out at the last minute! His baggage was totally lost on the flight there and suddenly your whole group was without a member to complete the set. Though you knew it wasn’t a huge deal, you hated to disappoint your fans who were looking for a full group photo-op…

But then you saw this guy waiting around your hotel lobby-

“I can't believe Wess had to cancel on us…!” You thought to yourself while tapping your foot furiously against the hotel's linoleum floor. You were waiting for check-in last night when your collaborator sent his text to everyone, and your team still hadn’t found a suitable replacement… How could you guys have a TSL photo event without a Lord of Shadows?? Especially when you're the one dressed as Henry! What self-respecting group TSL cosplay doesn’t have those two together?? They're the closest pair in the show! The Sun and Shadow shippers were going to start a riot…

You were all still double-checking your gear and supplies down in the lobby. Months of work had gone into planning and prepping for this event… Your friends were trying to calm you down as best as they could, but your nerves weren’t on your side… You hated letting down your fans, even if it was entirely out of your control. But without a replacement, what exactly could you do? Just as you were about to throw in the towel and get dressed, a bunch of shouting from the hallway entrance caught your attention.

“Why the hell am I stuck carryin’ all your crap, huh Levi?! Ya got two working hands!”

“Because this outfit is heavy, Mam-er-Malcom! I need help, or else I'll get sweaty and gross!”

“You're already gross, so what's it matter?”

“Shut up, scumbag!!”

'Yeesh, what a loud pair...' You turned to look their way with a visible frown to show your annoyance only for your jaw hit the floor. Two men walked out of the hall and into the lobby, one being a dark-skinned male with the whitest hair you'd ever seen, and the other… Sweet kami-sama above, the other guy…!!

He. Was. Perfect!! The dark, shadowy armor, constructed fron what you could only guess was EVA foam and faux furs, combined with his violet hair made him look like the spitting image of the Third Lord! It was almost like the character himself had climbed off the page!! You had to cover your mouth to contain an audible gasp of shock while glancing at the others in your team. Only a few of your friends had noticed the man's arrival, but those who had all shot you back the same kind of look, “Go get that guy. NOW!” Who were you to refuse?

The god-tier Third Lord cosplayer was still arguing with his companion when you first made your approach, allowing you to sneak up pretty close without getting noticed. By the time you were in speaking distance, you were already marveling at the craftsmanship of his cosplay up close. The foam pieces looked flawlessly metallic and there were no patches of hot glue mishaps, frayed stitching, or painting mistakes. It was truly something else!

“Hey, what'cha gawkin’ at??”

The white-haired male caught you red-handed, leading the cosplayer in his company to turn in your direction. Though, amusingly, the moment your eyes met he seemed just as star struck as you were. You wasted no time thrusting your hand out towards him with your most “camera-winning” smile.

“Hi! Uhm, I’m Y/n L/n and I'm-"

“-the most popular cosplay model on Instagram, three-time champion of the WCS competitions, and the host of the ‘TSL Today’ fan podcast-!”

You froze from surprise as the cosplayer slapped his mouth shut with his own hand in a bid to stop rambling. His cheeks instantly tinged pink as he must have realized that he was spitting your own resume at you in excitement. It was hard not to feel a bit flattered at the sudden eruption of joy, so you smiled back more genuinely.

“That’s right! You've heard of me?”

You waited for his response with a patient, maybe even endeared, gaze. Seeing that you weren’t immediately weirded out by his hyped babbling, he uncovered his mouth to respond shyly.

“Y-yeah, of course I do…! I uh… came here to see your meet-and-greet today…”

He winced, face getting hotter, and looked like he wanted to double over from embarrassment, but honestly, you couldn’t have been happier. A creator of THIS caliber was one of YOUR fans?? Talk about a “diamond in the rough” moment!

“Really? That’s awesome!! Because I couldn’t help but notice that cosplay you're wearing… Did you make it yourself?”

How his face recalibrated from flustered to ecstatic in just a few seconds could have made your heart melt. After he confirmed that his cosplay was his own handiwork you began to gush about the design, asking rapid-fire questions about the materials he bought, what patterns he found, and his different sewing techniques. You both were so caught up in each other's passion that you hardly even registered the other guy standing next to him until he finally cleared his throat insistently.

“Yo Levi… This crap’s gettin’ heavy. Are we going or what?”

The cosplayer, who you guessed was Levi, turned to the man reluctantly, which sent a surge of panic through you as you still hadn’t asked him to stay.

“Wait!!”

Both men flinched a bit at your sudden exclamation, making your cheeks flush with color, but you pressed on regardless,

“Um, Levi right? My team and I could use your help… Our Third Lord just dropped out on us today because of baggage troubles and we really need a replacement for the shoot. Your outfit is fantastic! Do you think that you could step into the role for us? I have early access badges to the vendors room, so we can take a look together if that uh… if that…? Um. Levi...?”

The man in front of you looked like he was moments away from breaking down in tears, but somehow holding them back through sheer force of will… and his closed eyelids making a decent dam.

“H-hold on… I think I need to pinch myself because this can’t be happening. Is this actually happening?”

His voice wobbled while the man next to him, Malcolm(?), rolled his eyes behind his gold-tinted glasses.

“Hey, that doesn’t answer their questions, ya know?” He elbowed Levi while looking at you with a serious expression, “Are ya willin’ to take him AND his stuff with ya?”

“Of course! It’s important to have everything while yo-”

“Great. You can have’em.”

You were taken aback just a bit by the speed of his response, but not as much as Levi because he quickly leapt back into the conscious world in a panic!

“Wha-wh-Whaah?? You can’t just answer for me!!”

Malcolm shrugged his shoulders, letting several bags he had on slide to the ground but cushioning the fall a bit with his foot.

“Why not? It’s clear ya wanna go with them. Unless you wanna leave them hangin'…”

“N-No!! I mean, yes! No-er UGH!”

You watched Levi cover his face in frustration feeling a twinge of sympathy. Does he get tongue-tied like this often? After a few seconds to compose himself, he finally straightened up to give his true response.

“Y-yes, I want to go with you…! Being able to help one of your online idols is like a dream come true for any fan! What can I do to help?”

You could feel your smile grow twice as wide from the combination of relief and gratitude. Maybe the shoot would go alright after all…

“Give me your hand.”

Levi stuttered watching you reach your hand out towards his, using your other one to pull out a black marker that you always kept on your person for fans. His skin was soft, but strangely cold, when he rested his knuckles into your upturned palm. The icy jolt even made you jump a bit. Holy crap, was he cold-blooded or something?? When he flashed you a concerned glance, you quickly recovered uncapped the marker between your fingers. With years of built up practice, you ran the black ink over his pale skin, but instead of a signature, you left one of your burner numbers that you used for interacting with collaborators.

“Here. We still need a bit of time to get ready, but that shouldn’t stop you from enjoying the con. Text me your name and I'll send you back where to meet up once we're ready to go.”

Levi was staring at the black marks on his hand like you'd just handed him a key item in a video game when one of your team shouted back from behind you.

“Y/n! Why aren’t you dressed yet?? We gotta go!”

“Shit, I’m coming!” You turned to head back, but you spared just a second to smile at Levi over your shoulder. “Thank you so much, Levi, you're going to be a huge help! Don't forget to text.”

“I won’t!”

Levi's promise made you grin lift even higher. With a wink and a wave, you made your way back to the others with a brand new pep in your step. Mission, saved!!

Meanwhile…

“… Did ya seriously just score a number in that getup?”

“I swear, I’ll never wash this hand again...!!”

“Fuck's sake, Levi, stop being so gross! At least put it in your phone before your sweaty palms wipe it off!”

“Gah, you're right!!”

#this is one of those fics #i have completely finished in my head #but only 60% written #gonna play with fire this Christmas #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me leviathan #obey me nightbringer #obey me scenarios #obey me what if #tales from the drafts #obey me fic #obey me x reader #leviathan x mc

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Playing with Fire: The Photobooth

Fandom: Marvel (Dad's Best Friend AU)

Pairing: DBF!Bucky x F!Reader

Summary: Your dad's coworker and best friend, Bucky, decides to tag along with you on your errands after your boyfriend bailed on you last minute.

A/N: Bucky is in his late 40s, reader in her mid to late 20s. inspo came from these recent pics of seb.

The Book Store

Further into downtown, you stop at another store that sold different types of knick knacks and gifts.

Bucky follows you out of your car and towards the store, "Yelena's birthday is coming up so I figured I can check this place out for some stuff for her."

"I'm following you, sugar," Bucky says as he enters the store and is immediately met with a plethora of color and trinkets.

You zero in on a shelf that displays little crystal figurines. You smile at the ones shaped like animals, some shaped like Pokemon and Sanrio characters.

Yelena always had a thing for elephants so you immediately pick up an elephant carving made from amethyst.

"Those are cute," Bucky says as he looks over your shoulder.

You turn to him with a grin, "Right?! Lena, would love this," you hold up the elephant with a wide smile.

"She likes elephants?"

You nod, "She likes how smart and cute they are."

Bucky watches as you head to the pay counter and ask the cashier if you could place the crystal carving there for now. When the cashier nods, you thank them and head back to Bucky.

"I just wanted to make sure I don't accidentally drop it while I look around."

Bucky continues to follow you around the store until his eyes land on a photobooth in the corner. His eyes brighten, "Oh, hey! Check this out!" He takes your hand and leads you to the booth, "Haven't used one of these since high school."

You scrunch your face up as you think, "I don't think I've actually used one of these before."

Bucky looks at you in surprise, "Really?" You shrug and he opens the curtain to it, "Well let's do one then."

You snort, "Seriously?"

"Yeah, c'mon. Better late than never, right?" He takes your hand again and pulls you in. He sits on the bench and you do your best to squeeze in beside him.

"This isn't gonna work out, here," he has you stand and then he pulls you onto his leg, "Better?"

You gulp, "Y-Yeah."

You try not to pay attention to the hand that rests on your hip as he pays and picks out the amount of pictures and strips. He leans back and points at the screen, "Okay. It's gonna count down for us before every picture. There'll be four pictures all together so be ready."

"Right. Got it. What should we do first?"

"Uuuuhhh happy?"

You giggle and you both smile when the screen counts down to one. You two work quick, "Sad?"

The both of you do your best to look sad. You frown while Bucky straight up looks like he's wailing. When the camera snaps, you lose it. You find Bucky's face absolutely hilarious and he's watching you laugh at him. You're too caught up in the moment to realize that the countdown started and took your picture.

"Oh crap. Uuuuhhh, silly face?" he asks and you nod.

You blow out your cheeks and cross your eyes. He pulls out his ears and sticks his tongue out.

He pulls back the curtain again and has you step out first. You realize how warm you are now so you start to fan yourself. He walks out with a grin, "That was fun."

He leans against the booth while waiting for the pictures to print, "I can't believe you never used one of these before."

"Just never caught my interest, I guess. But I definitely see the appeal now. I'll have to come back with Yelena to use it."

Bucky cocks a brow, "Not your boyfriend?"

Your smile weakens at the mention of your boyfriend, "Oh, um, John doesn't like taking pictures together. He thinks they're dumb."

Bucky's brows raise, "Thinks they're dumb?"

You shrug, "He thinks taking pictures together and posting them is like showing off. So he said he doesn't need to show off our relationship because we both know we're in one. I don't really get it, but I got tired of arguing with him on wanting to have keepsakes for memories," you look down in shame. The only person who knows how John is like is Yelena. When around your dad, John puts up a front. Like he's the perfect guy to you. He's not bad, but sometimes he's not good either.

"And this is the same boyfriend who ditched you today?" Bucky asks with a look on his face you can't even decipher. Is he mad? Annoyed?

"He didn't necessarily ditch me, Bucky. He had a deadline to meet for his capstone project."

"Right and I'm sure he already knew of this deadline and proceeded to procrastinate anyway."

You cross your arms over your chest defensively, "What's your issue with him? You don't even know him, Bucky."

"You're right, I don't, but from just the little information you've given me today, I don't think he's the right guy for you."

"Don't think you have a say in the guys I get involved with, Bucky," you say with a scoff and turn around to walk away but he grabs you by the elbow, "Wait, wait."

You turn back to him and raise a brow, arms crossed over your chest. He sighs, "I'm sorry. I just know you deserve better."

"Thanks but I'll be the judge of that, Bucky. I'm an adult. I'm responsible for my own decisions."

"Yeah. I know, but still. You deserve to be with someone who isn't afraid to show you off, ya know? Makes time with you and does everything to make you happy."

You nod, "I know. Thanks, Bucky."

"Sure," he lets you go to continue to shop for Yelena.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #dbf!bucky #dbf!bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes imagine #marvel imagine #f!reader #fem!reader #female!reader

[jo-harrington]

You don't have time for Christmas.

Work and home and this friend in a crisis.

Work and home and, let's be honest, probably work again.

And before you know it, it's December 20th and you don't even have any decorations up. Barely anyone does. The neighborhoods that are usually lit up with lights and figurines enough to rival the Griswolds are noticably dark this year.

What holiday? What festivity? It's wake up and hustle and lay in bed in a dreamless sleep. Then wake up to do it all again.

You are a cog in a machine.

You don't know how to voice these things, your displeasure, the secret yearning for the pomp and circumstance and childhood whimsy for the holiday season that's tucked somewhere deep inside your weary body. You can't bring yourself to indulge in it.

You're tired.

You glance down the card aisle at the grocery store but don't stop to grab any for friends. You pick up a bag of peanut butter bells for your candy jar at work but then second guess it at the checkout. Gifts are bought with as much care as you could, but you can't even bother to wrap them as prettily as you usually would.

You can try again for Valentine's. Chocolate hearts with the crispy rice inside and roses for your coworkers. Something.

But this year, you don't have time for Christmas.

And he notices.

It starts with cookies.

He likes to bake--started with boxed cake mix and then you bought him a handheld torch one year so he could try his hand at creme brûlée after he watched a little too much Jacques Pepin on PBS--so it's not anything suspicious. No ulterior motives detected.

Only he's dug up the little handwritten notebook full of your grandma's favorite recipes. Grandpa's handwriting because he wrote it while she dictated. Cookies he's never tasted before himself but seemed to have nailed exactly the way she made them. The love he poured into the treats matched hers exactly.

He brings you a plate and a cup of cocoa when you come home and collapse on the couch.

You cry when you eat them. And he lets you.

Then he digs out the tree from the garage.

The one-car garage that you pay extra for doesn't fit either of your vehicles but fits all your crap. You both vow to clean up at some point and never do. He slogs through the boxes of old band tees that don't fit him and kitchen crap that you don't miss or really need, to get to the plastic 6 ft tree that used to have stickers to note which bough went in what slot but those are long gone.

He spends hours figuring it out and decorating it, and imagine your surprise when you come home to an otherwise-dark apartment illuminated by the fat, colorful incandescent bulbs that you're sure he spent a significant amount of time untangling. You'd both given up last year and went without lights. But there they are.

"What?" you drop your bag by the door. "What is this?"

"I dunno," he grins proudly. "Thought it would be nice. Get in the Christmas spirit. Saved the star for you to put on top if you want."

And you did. You wanted it so bad. Ever since you were a kid, you were the one to put the star on top of the tree.

After it's up, you marvel at the special care he's taken with the important ornaments. Fragile little wooden ones from your grandma, popsicle stick frames with baby pictures of both of you, a macaroni snowman that he gave his mom once-upon-a-time that his uncle had stashed away, and then a fancy hallmark one you got the year you moved in together.

They all have special places on the tree and tell a story of your lives, separate and then together.

You both lay under the tree that night, staring up at the glittering lights as you hold hands.

Finally it's Christmas Eve. Which to him really meant nothing, but to you meant the world. Christmas Days were spent with individual families but Christmas Eves of old meant a big dinner and time spent with your cousins and It's a Wonderful Life on the TV.

It's a tradition that got put to the wayside as everyone got too old and too tired. As you started getting scheduled to work, like this year. And it's almost worse this year, as you've done a stretch of you-can't-remember-how-many days, that you even turned down an invitation for the two of you from your mom for a small dinner with her.

You're exhausted by the time you get home and, more than anything, you're looking forward to the day off tomorrow.

Not the holiday. The day off.

Still, you remember to bring in the handful of gifts from their hiding place in your trunk. You don't really do gifts between the two of you anymore. Nothing big at least. Just a cheesy little thing. Something fun, not something serious. But you did a little more this year than you usually would--all of the OT you'd clocked for one, and too many things you saw that you knew would make him smile for another.

You try to tip toe into the house as quietly as possible so you can throw the boxes under the tree and shower but he's vigilant. He's been at the stove cooking for a while, and he greets you at the door as you shut it behind you.

"I thought we said no big gifts," he admonishes you and snatches the boxes from your hands. The wrapping paper isn't festive--just brown craft paper you stole borrowed from work since you wrapped on your lunch--but you managed to slap on some red and green bows from the drugstore that you grabbed the other day.

"They're not big," you explained. "I promise."

"Well neither are mine," he winked.

You slap a hand against his chest and then give him a kiss in greeting and thanks.

"One better be the RC racer I wanted when I was nine," he mutters against your lips.

"Hmmm, you're just gonna have to wait," you tell him. "And no shaking the boxes.

You're almost a little ticked off'; one of them is the RC racer.

You kick off your shoes as the smell finally hits you.

Dinner.

Thick and savory and fragrant.

Some kind of fish and roasted potatoes and the starchiness of a pasta and the tang of its sauce.

Recipes, again, taken from your grandma's little notebook. They stir something deep inside of you. That yearning you never voiced.

The weariness that's been slowly building within you finally comes to a head when you make it to the kitchen and see the pots and pans and two plates already portioned out.

An ice cold beer for him, and a Shirley temple, extra cherries, for you.

"Remember when you told me," he comes up behind you and his arms snake around your midsection, "that you and your cousins would sneak extra maraschino cherries from the fridge when your gram wasn't looking. And then she went to go get them for the pistachio salad and they were gone."

Your knees shake and you practically collapse against him.

"Speaking of which, there is a pistachio salad in the fridge for dessert."

"Why?" you sniff.

"Because that's actually my favorite, so sorry to your grandma's tiramisu." He pecks a kiss to the side of your head and rocks you back and forth. "But if you want to make that for New Year's Eve, I won't say no."

"No," you let out a watery laugh. "Why are you so good to me, why did you do all of this?"

"Because I know it's been a hard few weeks. Few months." You can feel him shrug. "Fuck, it's been hard for me too but...I know this is one of your favorite parts of the year and you just...haven't been in the spirit for it. So whatever I could do to make it happen for you..."

You turn in his arms and bury your face in his shoulder, in his neck, so he doesn't see your tears. Again. Worse this time as you begin to shake from your sobs. He shushes you, runs a hand over your back, and leaves kiss after kiss against your head.

"Baby, I'll do anything for you," he tells you, voice thick with emotion. "I just want you to be happy."

"I am happy," you whine against his skin. "I'm so...so happy."

"Good."

"Thank you," you repeat it over and over again until it feels like you're empty of all the void and indifference that have filled you for the past few months are gone. In their place just...love and gratitude for him.

"Merry Christmas baby. I love you."

"I love you too, Merry Christmas."

#Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson fic #it honestly could be anyone but it's him #christmas fic #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #stranger things fic

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒎

part 3 of 💔broken family💔

summary - your life has gone downhill so fast, having drowned your emotions in alcohol, you're met with your ex-husband dropping your son off.

warning - angst, alcohol abuse, self-doubt, thoughts of disappearing, flashbacks, sad moments, crying, swearing, mentions of not taking care of themselves.

the gif I use isn't mine, headers by me.

part 1 - part 2 - part 4

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

You didn’t know how long it had been since you last saw Ari and Jason. You didn’t bother to check your phone or take good care of yourself. You hadn’t left the house, and it had gotten worse than when your son was living here, sure. He didn’t love you, but at least someone was there to bring you out of the dark. The bottles piled up in the corner, and bags had gathered under your eyes. You had showered, unable to live with the smell that would occur if you didn’t, but you barely ate. You couldn’t stomach it. The food had slowly gone off, and you relied on the alcohol between your hands to bring you back to those happy dreams, the world you would rather be in than this one. 

You had probably lost your job, but you had already lost everything else in life that you didn’t care anymore. You took another swig, more tears flowing down your face as the memories kept replaying over and over. You stared at the blank tv, remembering when you had first met Ari. 

You were in your twenties, wearing the prettiest light pink sundress and standing in line to get your favourite coffee. You hadn’t noticed the hunk watching you from a table. His laptop opened in front of him as you caught his eye. You were naive but not stupid. He had seen you come in every day, always ordering the same thing and always wearing a different colour sundress. Your head turned, and your eyes connected, causing a spark to flow through the two of you, and you gave him a soft smile, your cheek heating up as he returned it. You remember some asshole bumping into you just as you went to take a sip of your drink, causing the liquid to splash out and stain your dress. Ari had shot up, moving toward you so quickly, making sure you were okay, and giving the man hell before he went and ordered you a new one. You remember sitting down with him, feeling so shy, in the presence of someone so handsome. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He sat down next to you, handing you napkins and putting a large hand on your back as he stared at you with those beautiful blue eyes. “I’m so sorry that happened to you, crap. I forgot to introduce myself.” You swear your heart stopped as he chuckled. The smile on his face and the sound that escaped him was so… So perfect. His eyes connected with yours again, “I’m Ari. What’s your name, gorgeous?” Oh, at that moment, you wished your name was gorgeous. Your heart was beating so fast you thought it would beat out of your chest. 

“I’m Y/n.” His warm hand encased yours, giving it a soft squeeze, and the rest was history. You had fallen in love, got engaged a year after meeting, and then had Jason two years after getting married. You went so perfectly together, you were happy, and it was as if you were two pieces of a puzzle that fit together, but then everything changed. 

You blink, coming out of the memory, gulping down some more of your drink. You are startled as there is a knock at the door. Not knowing that you were supposed to be expecting someone, you got up and headed over to the door, slowly opening it and sighing as you came face to face with Ari, his eyes moving up and down your body, and you just sipped the wine out of the glass in your hand. “Did you need something?” 

“I’m here to drop Jason off.” You raise a brow, wondering why he is dropping your son off, thinking that maybe he has another date with the unknown woman. “Are you up for taking care of him?” You roll your eyes, placing the now empty glass down.

“Of course, I’m up for taking care of my own son. I’m his mother.” Ari nods and lets you know that he will go and get Jason, and you sit back on the couch. When your eyes land on him, you try and smile. “Hey, baby. I missed you. Did you have fun at your dad’s?” He stays between your ex-husband's legs, clinging to him as if you’d steal him away. “I got some new toys for you?” You could feel this draining you further, bringing you deeper into the darkness. 

Jason’s ears perk up at the sound of new toys, causing him to run to his room. “I can take to daddy’s!” You hold back the tears, not wanting Ari to see you so weak as you realise your son still doesn’t want to be around you. How could you fail as a mother? You watch as he comes back with the new toys, holding them in his tiny arms as he heads back over to his father, you try and smile at them, but this is breaking you too much. 

As they leave, you place your head in your hands and burst into tears, screaming and crying. Why was this happening to you? All you wanted to do was hold your son in your arms and tell him you love him. All you wanted was for Ari never to have stopped loving you. The tears kept flowing, and you whimpered into your hands, feeling your heart squeeze inside your chest. Everything had become too much, and you didn’t think you could go any longer like this. You were so lost in your mind that you didn’t notice Ari walking back into the house, his heart breaking as he heard your screams. He had rushed over, kneeling on the ground and bringing you into a hug, his hands gripping the back of your head as your fingers curled into his shirt, sobbing into him, finally letting go of all the pain. 

“Shh, shh. It’s okay, honey. I’m here. It’s okay.” He whispered, but his words were no comfort, not when you knew he wasn’t really here. He would never be here for you. Why would he? He left. Ari held you closer as you shook your head.

“You’re not, and it’s not.” You pull away, staring at him with tear-filled eyes. “I don’t have anyone anymore, Ari. You left. I lost the love of my life because you stopped loving me! I’ve even lost my son because he blames me!” You slam your fists into his chest, more tears flowing down as your heart keeps breaking. “Why are you even here!? Why are you acting as if you care?!” You bite your bottom lip, whimpering and sobbing, staring into the love of your life's eyes, thinking that the hurt look you see is all in your head. You push away, curling into the couch and turning your head. “Just go… It’s what you do best, Ari. You never even gave me a reason…..” You look at him. “Was I that hard to love?” You watch the many emotions go through him, but your eyes slip closed as you lean back into the chair. “You can go now… Looking at you hurts too much.” 

Ari nods, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on your forehead before he walks out of your house. Your tears continue to flow because again. You are truly alone. Your eyes open in shock when tiny arms wrap around you, hugging your body. “I sorry, mummy! I wuv you!” You stare at your son before your eyes move up and lock with Ari’s. Your arms slowly wrap around Jason’s, and you rest your head on top of his head as your eyes slip back closed, smelling his sweet scent, having missed him. “I stay?” You pull back and look at his wide blue eyes.

“Do you want to, baby?” He nods, nuzzling his head into your chest. You look back up to Ari, and he gives you a nod and soft smile before looking back down at your son, holding him closer to you. It felt like you finally got to feel your baby in your arms again before everything went wrong. But you couldn’t get your hopes up because it would break you if he turned around and did what he did before. “Thank you… I’ll drop him off tomorrow.” He waves you off before leaving. “Baby, what do you want to do today?” 

“Food and movies?” He stares up at you with wide eyes, and you nod, excusing yourself first to brush your teeth, change and wash your face, needing to get the scent of alcohol off of you before heading back into the room, noticing him nuzzled into the pillow. When Jason’s eyes meet yours, he gives a little smile. “Mummy!” You smile and head over, sitting down and breathing in as he nuzzles into your side, holding onto you for dear life. You grab your phone and scroll through take-out options.

“Did you want pizza for dinner, baby?” He replies with a little yes, and you nod before standing, his little hands going up as he signals he wants to come with you. You pick him up, place him on your hip and make your way to the kitchen, setting him down on the counter as you prepare the snacks for the movie as you both wait for the pizza. “Have you been enjoying staying at your father’s, baby?” 

Jason nods, “Is good. But at night is sad. Like here.” You tilt your head, stopping what you are doing and wiping your hands onto a teatowel. You slowly move over to him and cup his cheeks.

“What do you mean sad, baby?” You stroke his cheek, staring down worriedly at him. “Baby, what happens at night at daddy’s house?” 

He sniffles, pouting as he looks up at you. “At nigh’, daddy cries. Is like here when you cry, he tries to be quiet, but I hear him.” Jason leans into your hand. “Is sad.” He pats your hands, “I in trouble?” 

You shake your head, “No, baby. You aren’t in trouble. Do you know why he’s always crying?” You continue to stroke his cheek.

Jason shrugs. “All hear is I sowwy.” You nod, pressing a kiss on his head.

“Okay, baby. Don’t worry. Nothing is your fault, okay?” He nods, sucking on his thumb as you go back to the food, your mind now filled with why Ari was crying and who he was apologising to. You knew Ari was one to cry when something really hurt him. It was another one of the reasons you fell in love with him. He would let his feelings out, you had thought you found the perfect guy when he chose to communicate through problems instead of leaving, but you guess you were wrong with your judgement. “Alright, baby. The snacks are ready, and pizza is on its way. Do you want to help mummy carry the snacks to the loungeroom?” Jason nods, grabbing some of the food as you pick him up and grab the remaining. Once you’ve sat down and placed the snacks on the coffee table before you, you turn toward your son. “What do you want to watch, baby?” 

“Avengers!” He giggles, punching the air. You shake your head, smiling before putting the Avengers on, “Captin!” Your son squeals, seeing his favourite superhero on the screen. “Pow! Pow!” You smile, sinking into the couch and holding your son close, your heart finally feeling warm after feeling so cold for so long. “Mumma! Wook! Cap ‘Merica!” Jason’s head moves from you to the screen, staring wide-eyed at the blue, white and red man. “Look like daddy?” 

When those words slip from his lips, you stare at the screen, seeing the resemblance of the man you love. Your eyes move down his body and back to his face, those pretty blue eyes. You blink and shake your head. It’s your mind, and it’s playing tricks on you, making you see him because you miss him. You feel a finger poke your cheek. You look down and see your son staring at you with furrowed brows. “Yeah, baby. He looks like daddy.” You lean forward, pressing a soft kiss on his forehead, smiling as he bursts into giggles. 

“Mumma?” 

“Yeah, baby?” 

“You still wuv me?” He pats his chest, pouting.

“Oh, baby. Of course, I still love you and will never stop loving you.” You place him onto your lap, “Why do you think otherwise?” 

You stroke his sides as he pouts at you. “Just tought… I, bad boy, tought you stopped wuving me.” He sniffles, fat tears brimming in his eyes. 

Tears fill your eyes, bringing your son closer to you as you place a kiss on his head, pulling him into you. “I will always love you, baby. Even when you hate me, I’ll still love you.”

Jason shakes his head into your chest, “I don’ hate you! I wuv you mummy!” Hearing those words felt good... But no one would ever know how broken you really are.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

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[talesfromthenorsesmouth]

It was 7.30pm, on 6 July 1972...

“Starman” is David Bowie’s Christmas carol. It offers a promise of deliverance, that the human race has been redeemed by greater powers, with a chorus built for a crowd to sing it... 'Starman' entry on Pushing Ahead of the Dame

Handwritten Starman lyrics

“Starman” seems like a revision of “Space Oddity”—“Space Oddity” had placed a frail human figure against the unfathomable expanse of space and cast him loose to drift into the unknown. It was submission to the void, the human race reaching its limits. In “Starman” the unknown is domesticated: the alien comes to visit us, in our homes, whispering through our radios, speaking softly, promising release. The stoicism of “Planet earth is blue/and there’s nothing I can do” is replaced by “he’s told us not to blow it/’cos he knows it’s all worthwhile.” ... “Starman” is also a pop song about pop music…it’s how pop music can instantly create secret societies, break up the tedium of your life, liberate you from your parents. Starman' entry on Pushing Ahead of the Dame

The essential moment comes when Bowie starts to sing the first chorus and Ronson tentatively approaches the mike. Bowie notices him and sweeps his arm over Ronson’s shoulder, pulls him to the mike. It’s a sweet moment of inclusion, the alien embracing the rocker, and, by proxy, all of the nation’s misfits. “Starman” left community in its wake; its promise came true. Starman' entry on Pushing Ahead of the Dame

"I immediately put on some of my older sister’s make-up. I loved how odd it made me look, and the fact that it upset people. You put on eyeliner and people started screaming at you. How strange, and how marvellous.” -Robert Smith, The Cure

”I was hooked. The Top Of The Pops performance changed lives. In 1972, I’d get girls on the bus saying to me, ‘Eh la, have you got lippy on?’ Until he turned up it was a nightmare. All my other mates at school would say, ‘Did you see that bloke on Top Of The Pops?’ He’s a right faggot, him!’ And I remember thinking, ‘You pillocks’, as they’d all be buying their Elton John albums, and Yessongs and all that crap. It made me feel cooler.” -Ian McCulloch, Echo and the Bunnymen

"The way Bowie pointed that finger, smilingly draped an arm around Mick Ronson, and looked beyond the camera to engage the audience sitting at home, stickily hemmed in by disapproving members of their immediate family, seemed of a piece with the new Ziggy Stardust persona we’d been reading about. It felt like an arrival long delayed." David Hepworth, The Guardian

“I just couldn’t believe how striking he was. That ambiguous sexuality was so bold and futuristic that it made the traditional male/female role-play thing seem so out-dated. Bowie was the catalyst who’d brought a lot of us, the so-called Bromley Contingent, together. And out of that really small group of people a lot happened.” Siouxsie Sioux, Siouxsie and the Banshees

Starman page from Bowie: Stardust, Rayguns and Moonage Daydreams by Michael Allred

"I remember the first time Bowie appeared on TV ... Suddenly, here comes a guy dressed as a gay alien from outer space, singing gay alien songs from outer space .... I remember TOTP was family viewing, and I remember watching it with my Mum and Dad. "Oh, shouldn’t be allowed". And there was one bit in the chorus when Bowie puts his arm round Ronson’s neck and they sing together? My Dad was like "Poofter" ... My mother’s intense disapproval made me think ‘Well, there must be something GREAT going on here"...

(maybe people who celebrate song's birthdays are cringe but fuck that post and happy birthday to the broadcast of this song)

#david bowie #starman #top of the pops #mick ronson #i wish i could have found more quotes that weren't from blokes tho #personally i wasn't born iin 1972 but when i first watched the video #new years eve 2004 #it felt pretty electric #still does

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

My Fic Rec List

my tagging system is absolute crap so ive decided to put together a fic rec list of all my fave fics so i can find them.

Elvis Presley

Ten Minutes // @aconflagrationofmyown

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader [Army Elvis] Rating: Explicit  Word Count: 4662 Summary: Elvis just might get jealous of his children, the stove, the ironing board and anything else that has your attention one hectic morning before he has to go to the Army Base

Happy Fuckin’ Birthday // @headfullofpresley

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader [Baby Boy Elvis] Rating: Explicit Word count: 3194 Summary: Elvis is needy during his birthday dinner and wants your attention, not caring about anyone else in the room.

More Than Friends // @headfullofpresley

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader [Baby Boy Elvis] Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4400 Summary: You and Elvis have been best friends since birth. You have been each others' first for pretty much everything so you couldn't picture yourself losing your virginity to anyone else

.Pink Scarf // @missmaywemeetagain

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader [DILF Elvis] Rating: Explicit Word Count: TBC [Currently Part 19] Summary: You are part of Elvis Presley's coveted inner circle, and the currently-disgruntled wife of one of the members of Elvis' famous entourage, the Memphis Mafia. After Elvis' dynamite first performance in Vegas, you find yourself in deep water when his magnetism finally gets to you after all these years.

Sentimental Over You // @elvisabutler

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader [Big Daddy Elvis] Rating: Gen Word Count: 867  Summary: sometimes your fiancé's insomnia has its perks. namely that he'll let you sleep while your daughter and him have a little one on one time.

Your Teddy Bear // @steph-speaks

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader [DILF Elvis] Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2871 Summary: Reader is on the phone to a friend but Elvis can’t wait

Just to Keep You Satisfied // @dulcewrites

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader [DILF Era] Rating: Mature Word Count: 1500 Summary: As you and Elvis sit down to go over you separation papers, you two reminisce and Elvis makes a final plea for you two to stay together.

Strawberry Milkshake // @headfullofpresley

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader [DILF Era] Rating: Explicit Word count: 1631 Summary: Reader and Elvis enjoy more than just shopping in a dressing room stall

Treat Me Nice // Josephine_221B

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader [Hollywood Elvis] Rating: Explicit Word count: 4710 Summary: When the reader is struggling with the way she views her body, Elvis shows her why he loves it.

Austin Butler

Prettiest Thing // @ab4eva

Pairing: Austin Butler x Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1276 Summary: You and Austin slip away during a family dinner for a little one-on-one time in the car.

Sloppy // @cowboylor

Pairing: Austin Butler x Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1000 Summary: Reader and Austin have fun in a bathroom stall

Tonight I Wish I Was Your Boy // butlerstyles

Pairing: Austin Butler x Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6373 Summary: Austin gets jealous and you ride him while wearing a necklace that's engraved with his name.

Chris Evans

The Big 4-0 // @rocketrhap3000

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2325 Summary: Reader and Chris spend the morning of his 40th birthday in bed. 

Harry Potter

The Clockwork Locket // orphaned account

Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Female Character Rating: Teen Word Count: 241276 Summary: Cassie Alderfair has done an exceptional job being discreet at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But her days of invisibility are disrupted in her fifth year when an unfortunate night of mischief draws attention from the infamous Marauders, and a secret comes to light that may turn the tides of the war

Marvel 

Going Down // cjmarlowe

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Original Female Characters Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3935 Summary:  Steve gets all the girls on tour. Or rather, all the girls on tour get Captain America.

Movies

‘Atta Girl // @legends-of-apex

Pairing: Tangerine x Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 819 Summary In which Tangerine fingers f!reader in the bathroom of a fancy restaurant. Featuring lots of Tangerine’s use of pet names and encouragement.

TV

Friends Support Friends // @radicalbilly

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count 3060 Summary: Now Billy may not have many friends but he’s never going to let his best friend suffer from a subpar experience.

Ice Cream and Old Knees // orphaned account

Pairing: Seth Meyers x Colin Jost Rating: Explicit Word Count 2275 Summary: Seth welcomes Colin to the Weekend Update family.

#my fic rec #fic rec #chris evans #elvis presley #sirius black fic

[interlacrimas]

Love in your blade - chapter 1 the new job

Once you are born a disgrace, you always will be a disgrace. That always been very clear to me. Not even the biggests of the efforts could make me ever be worthy, not even magic itself did…still, I need something for my unneeded survival… even if I am not valuable enough for the mere act of being alive, it is in my unholy nature to beg to live.

I've woken up early, and looked at the ceiling, that was almost falling, falling together with my hope, i've stared at it silently, for at least 10 minutes straight

“Why am I even alive…Is just to remind me of how useless I am? Or do I actually am deserving of anything…” Until i reminded myself, that spending so much time immerse in my own thoughts is a privilege i will never have, I quickly dress up, on my New uniform for my new job, it is way fancier then my other clothes, I was terrified of having to pay for these, i couldn't afford it, even if I save money for 2 years straight, i was relieved at receiving not only the clothes, but free food as well, it's rare for the royalty to show any kindness

I went walking towards the almighty castle, leaving the house 30 minutes before my shift, the long road didn't gave me the luck of eating breakfast before going to work.

Until I was there…“Wow…this is…stunning…! I've never seen something as shiny as that…”

“Could you stop admiring the castle and come to work?” Someone tall yell at me, probably my superior, i just nodded and enter, following them, my job was cleaning that giant building…daily…I can already feel the back pain, but i'm not in the place to wine about it

The hours went quickly as i sweep the place and its most varied corners, making sure each place is clean, i was just hoping i wouldn't get fired in my first day, no one gave me instructions about the place, i've found myself lost many times, why did it need to be so big…is it to make sure we are aware of how inferior we are to them?

It was almost night, and i was on the last floor…finally, the place sure was fancy, the paintings were marvelous, just like if each detail had been discussed and had hard thought about its meaning when suddenly i just felt myself falling down to the stairs, my eyes widen as i felt no control to my body, i already accepted defeat, or i would have a severe injury, or i would broke something i couldn't pay even if i sell my lungs, or, in the best hypothesis, I would die and finally rest for a bit…until i felt my hand being touched, and i wasn't falling anymore

The person holding my sweaty and dirty hands were using fancy clothings, and a crown, my eyes widen at knowing it was the king himself…i was just hoping that if he was going to kill me, that he left me fall, and not take my head out…the king stared at me for a couple of seconds till he says:

“Your eyes are pretty unique, you know?”

I was totally surprised at that comment…that surely wasn't what i expected

“Are they contact lens?”

I've created courage to answer the fancy looking man

“No…its a long story, to summarize…magic”

the man quickly push me back to the ground, as we get closer i take one step back and look at him, sweating a little

“I don't see how someone like you could ever get involved with magic, thought…”

“It didn't make much result with it …your majesty? Im sorry but i'm not aware if you're…like…the king or something?”

“I am, i thought it was Basic knowledge to a citizen of this kingdom"

“When you have almost anything to survive, your priority has nothing to do with the king and his fancy life…”

Crap, I said this out loud…! My head is gone for good…He stared at me and smirked at himself;

“You're very brave to say that to me, peasant.”

Maybe i was being to kind to myself, not only my head is gone…i can already be seen as dead…its the end

“I appreciate that, no one ever talked like that to me, brave idiot”

“Hm…you're welcome? I guess…” i said relieved, at least i will keep my head in place for a little longer 

“And about your situation, i will take care of it, you can spend your days here while you work here, you don't need to pay for nothing, is this already a great help?”

My eyes shined, my heart beating faster, as i open my mouth in disbelief, my eyes widen, as i stare at the king himself, offering a room for me to stay, why…? Did I hit the jackpot or something? I couldn't allow myself to question it, its too good to be true…but im fine with beautiful lies, i've seen hope for the first time, i could only say one thing for him, show him how much grateful I was.

"Thank you…thank you so much, your majesty!”

"don't thank me, by the way, i'm assuming you don't know my name, if you had a hard time figuring my position in the kingdom”

“yeah…i really don't know” i said with a shy smile, embarassed

“Fuyuhiko kuzuryuu, and you, who are you, mister commoner?”

“Hajime…hajime hinata.”

“See you again soon, hajime hinata” He left quickly, down to the stairs, and reminded myself i had work to do, i've cleaned the last floor, with a new income about the situation

Maybe everything will be fine after all…

#fuyuhiko kuzuryu #hajime hinata #hajime x fuyuhiko #kuzuhina #super danganronpa 2 #interlacrimas

[marvel-m-lee]

Can you write where reader is tickling Steven Grant and he says Marc to take the body , and when he takes he tickle reader little brutally

Minecraft Revenge

Words: 2666

Fandom: Marvel (MoonKnight)

Summary: Y/n finds out Stevens ticklish, and Marc gets revenge...

Warnings: tickle fic, I tried to be as respectful for those who have D.I.D so if there's anything disrespectful please hmu and correct me.

A/N: DONEEEEEE fucking hell I love Steven so much 😭💀 OMG ITS FRIDAY YAY- SHIT I gotta get ready fir school Cya!

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And here you were, chasing Steven down the corridors of the compound. It was hilarious for everyone else to watch as you ran after him, he screaming and squealing while you were just inching up to him in speed.

You and Steven had been playing playing game on your PlayStation 5, Minecraft to be exact. The two of you had made a survival world and were making bases, he had gone out and found himself a pyramid to build his base while you decided to make one on the sea close by.

"Do you have any glass or sand I can use?" You asked him, looking 9ver to his screen. (You decided to play on your PC and let him play on PlayStation)

"Huh? Uh, no I don't think so-" Steven replied, looking into his inventory. You were a little confused though as there was literally a stack in his hotbar-

"What about in your hotbar?"

"Oh shit- yeah-" Steven, though being smart, was also sometimes an idiot. The two of you met between bases and exchanged some materials before running back home.

The two of you played for a while until you got up to go grab some snacks. You both logged out, you could be gone a few seconds but with this place you never know. Once you left your game for 5 minutes before Thor somehow ended up breaking your controller. You didnt even know he'd come back-

You both walked down the corridors to the kitchen talking about random things in minecraft. The two of you were making a plan about finding some diamonds and going mining together, living in the desert was cool but mining- not so much.

"Yeah, I've got some iron so I can make us some armour and weapons and shit" you offered, walking into the kitchen.

"Oh sweet! Okay, I'll go and find some trees for wood and beds. I'll also write down our bases coordinates"

The two of you entered and walked over to the cupboards, still chatting away.

You grabbed some water and coke while he grabbed some fruit from the fridge along with some other crap from the cupboards like chocolate and biscuits. The two of you continued to talk and joking around, when you got back to your bedroom Steven jumped on the bed and put the food on the bed, you put the drinks on the desk.

Everything was normal for about a minute, laughing and joking around. That's when you went to go grab a grape, but instead accidently poked Steven in the side causing him to yelp and jump off the bed.

For a moment the two of you looked at each other, blinking a little. You kept eye contact while this time actually grabbing a grape and popping it into your mouth.

"Steven..."

"What? Yeah? No- nothing- We should play minecraft-" He laughed nervously, thiugh he was hugging his sides subconsciously, even with a little blush on his face.

You couldn't help but smirk at him, "I never knew that..."

"Knew what? There ain't nothing to know- wehe are- i- let's play minecraft"

You decided to play a new game with him though as he could no longer keep eye contact, shuffling around nervously.

"Steven I thought we were close!"

"What?- what no, yeah we are close! You're like not even a meter away from me!-" with that he decided to take a step backwards, probably to get out of arms reach.

"See, now we're a meter apart, this is a good distance"

"Really?" You smirked. Steven smiled nervously.

"Yeah-"

You took a step firward, watching as his blush grew and step backwards again.

"Steven why do you keep moving away! I just want a hug!" You whined, obviously lying and putting out your arms, giving out grabby hands to him, only making him hug himself a little tighter.

"N-noho- no I think- this is good. See, hugging ourselves!"

You stepped forward again, him stepping back.

"Steven~" you taunted. Everything in Steven's body to him to run, especially the mirror which had Marc, smirking at him teasing him with wiggling fingers telling him to run.

"Shut up Marc! Y/n-" He couldn't help the wobbly smile on his face as he tried to protest but in a split second you'd jumped onto his sides and began to tickle him, though the man squealed like a little girl and ran like you'd never seen him run before.

"noho! Y/n!"

"Steven!~ I'm right behind you!" You yelled out.

And that's where you were now, dashing down the corridors, chasing Steven once you found out he was ticklish.

Honestly, it was Steven. You were surprised you hadn't found out sooner actually. Plus you were in a mischievous mood which minecraft just couldn't fulfill... but this could.

The two of you ran down corridors, around corners, even pumping into a couple people on the way.

"Steven! Better watch out! They're on your tail!" Someone cheered from behind, assuming it was Steven as if it was Jake or Marc, you'd be the one running. Steven yelped, turning around to see how much further behind you were.

"PISS OFF Y/N!" Steven and you made eye contact, obvious joy behind his eyes and laughter in his voice, then suddenly he slammed into the couch and tumbled forward, quickly getting trapped as you jumped on top of him, seizing the opportunity.

You trapped him between your thighs as he pathetically tried to fight, obviously not trying at all. (The two of you had sparred before, you knew he was stronger than that). He giggled and tried to push your leg so you'd fall, yet failing miserably when he looked up to see you wiggling your fingers at him, getting closer and closer with a big grin on your face.

Steven tried to shrink into himself and the sofa but failed miserably, already bursting into a thousand childish giggles in milliseconds.

"Wow Stevie, never realised you were so ticklish?! I haven't even touched you yet!" You laughed, hovering above his belly and wiggling your fingers. He was trying to cover him mouth now, embarrassed as the muffled giggles continued to fall out of his mouth.

"Yhy/nhn! WahahiT" before he even finished you dug your hands into his stomach, wiggling away and seeing how his voice went up about ten stories and burst into uncontrollable laughter, trying to cover his mouth.

"Aw, Steven! Don't hide your laughter" you laughed along with him, moving to squeezing his sides as if he was dough. This let out more muffled laughter as he began to scrunch his face up, shaking his head.

"You're laughter is amazing let me hear it!" You begged, beginning beginning trail up his ribcage making his laughter go very VERY high pitch, now merely squealing and kicking out if anything.

"What's that? Oh okay, I've got a new mission Steven, did you hear it? Probably not- but it's to get you to laugh out loud, aren't we lucky?" You teased, now lightly tickling his ribcage making him giggle up a storm, hands over his mouth and staring at you in horror and excitement, shaking his head with a smile too big to hide behind his hands.

You began to tickle his ribs properly again, making him squeal and shake his head, then quickly swapping to squeezing his sides, catching him off guard a little as he yelled out a laugh, but that wasn't it for you.

You continued your assault, but then decided to take this to another level, "Steven~ is everything alright? You seem a little distracted?" You asked, poking his sides now, one poke here, one poke there, each one catching him off guard and leaving him giggling.

"This is boring, I'm gonna play some music" you exhaled, pretending like you gave up, seeing the disappointed face where his hands let go of his mouth a little. Luckily, this was all you needed.

Quickly you were squeezing his sides again, but this time his instincts kicked in, grabbing your hands which somehow felt even more ticklish, and burst out into Steven-y laughter.

"WaHAiIt! WAiAiT! Noho FAhahIR! Y/n!" He screamed, shaking his head and trying to fight you off. Something made this all feel so much worse somehow for him, now distracted by his own laughter, going into more giggles when you tickled his tummy lightly.

Then you had a brilliant idea, Steven was on the edge but seemed to be having the time of his life, his laughter was loud but you knew there was one last thing to do to make him break.

"Steven~" you continued to squeeze his side while lifting up his shirt a little, the man's eyes went wide and he began to beg for you to stop, still laughing and smiling though.

"NoHO- nOhO y/N I cAhAAnT tAkhahake tHaHaT! StAhaAp iT" He was still laughing and only gently pushing you so you knew it was actually okay, but when you smirked at him and blew down- all he'll broke loose.

Steven pushed at your head when the second one came, screaming in ticklish agony, then kicked out at the third, begging with laughter, then the forth, fith... Steven called out for help and them suddenly began to call out a familiar name.

"MAHARC! MAHARC TAKE THE BODY TAHEHEAKE IT TAKE IT!" He then squealed your name before drowning in his own loud boyish laughter.

After a moment though his grip loosened and his body jumped a but, and somehow in a matter of seconds you were thrown onto the other couch, you burst out laughing,looking over to see as you assumed Marc, laying back heaving, their body obviously exhausted.

He looked dover to see your smug face and glared at you, calming down. After a moment though, his glare turned into a smirk. He got up and grinned at you, who was laying back on the couch watching him upside down.

"My turn"

Your eyes went wide as laughter already bubbled up in your chest. As much as you loved tickles, Marc and Jake were brutal. Damn well bloody brutal.

You tried to jump up and run away but you were quickly thrown backwards and underneath Marc in the same way you were over Steven. You giggled nervously, somewhat covering yourself from him.

"Oh how the tables have turned" Marc said with a grin, taunting you.

"Ihim sorry- please- we can go play minecraft and make you a base-"

"No no no, you need to be taught a lesson. Steven and you exhausted us so I'm getting recenge thanks" Marc tried to look serious but ultimately failed, holding his own mischievous grin on his face as he gently tickled around your neck to get you going.

"Whahait! Waiait!" You scrunched up, and began to giggle a little and that was all he needed. He then moved down to your sides unexpectedly and began squeezing them rapidly, making you jump out of your skin and burst into surprised laughter.

You begged a little but ultimately you knew this would be your demise. You never thought about death from tickles but holy shit Marc always made you question it.

He then moved yo to your ribs, scratching and zapping between your ribs, now getting full on screams out of you why you tried to push on his chest, laughing. You shook your head as he tazered your sides and ribs, the man was a whole lot worse and somehow got EVEN WORSE by teasing you.

Marc had tickled you before, along with Jake, you were surprised you'd never thought of doing I back until today, but with this, they also knew you weren't able to say the t word, and so, pain was born.

"Tickle tickle tickle y/n~" He teased, pinching and poking at your belly, then turning it into a spidering motion "does that tickle?" You didn't reply, your face getting a little redder buy overly trying to ignore him.

"You are so ticklish, almost as bad as Steven" He teased, then pulled up your arms and locked them in one hand on the couch.

"MAhArc wAit WAIT"

"Oh can't you handle a couple tickles?"

"MaRc iM sohorry!"

"Yeah? Me too kid" Suddenly there was a hand in your pit, scratching away as you threw your head back in bubbly laughter. You tried to fight back but it was considerably hard- once he got you fully begging he decided to do the wonderful finishing move you had done on Steven.

He leaned down and pulled up your shirt a little, squeezing your sides gently, teasing you a little before the grand finally.

"MahArC! MaHAHrC I'm sorry! I'm sohorry, don't!"

"You shouldn't be apologising to me" He grinned, then blew down on your tummy, this time really succeeding in making you throw your head back and squeal in laughter, kicking out behind him. You knew you were going to get revenge, but them thoughts disappeared when he blew down for a second time, then a third, then a forth...

"YOHOHOURE GOING TOHOHO KILL MEHEHEHE- MAHAHARRRCCCC!" You squealed as he blew a fith. You had no thoughts in your mind and just squealed and laughed, realising what it must have been like for Steven, though you still didn't feel that bad.

"Stevens waiting for an apology" He shrugged grinning and looking into a window with his reflection.

He then blew down another time, you gave up counting pretty quickly.

"STEHEHEVEN IM SORRY SOOHOHORRYSOHOHORRYSOHORHRHRRY!!!" Your words slured in laughter and you shook your head, dying on the inside.

Marc seemed to be listening to something, most likely Steven as he looked into the window (but he didn't give you any mercy, still tickling your sides as you weakly fought him off).

"Okay, fine, one last one for revenge though" He laughed, blowing down on your belly for one last time, though obviously letting this be the strongest and worst while still tickling your sides.

The noise you made wasn't human, and as soon as he let up even a little bit you threw yourself and him off the couch and onto the floor, he burst our laughing, much unlike him, but quickly quit and checked up on you. You were wrapping yourself in a hug and giggling, trying to stop whatever ghostly tickles were left on your skin.

"You alright y/n?"

"Fuhuck yohou"

"Round two?" He grinned, smirking at you. You jumped up though, apologizing desperately.

Marc laughed and patted you on the shoulder, then put his hands in his pockets. "Steven's laughing his ass off by the way" Marc's grin grew a little, knowing Steven he'd probably just yelled at him to shut up. You looked over to the reflection, obviously not seeing him but even so flipping him off with a playful smirk.

Marc laughed behind you and then began talking about something. You turned back around and asked if he wanted to play minecraft with you as Steven had already played and Marc seemed to care little. Turns out he didn't know how to play minecraft or what it even was?!?!

"Steven!? You hearing this! Mate doesn't even know minecraft- Marc you're so old" you teased, pretending to be annoying- which you were. In a nice kinda way.

Marc rolled his eyes and the two of you walked back to your room where you set him an account on your PlayStation and taught him controls, you assumed Steven was also trying to explain by how confused Marc was and kept yelling at him to shut up while fighting a Zombie.

You laughed and soon enough he'd learnt the controls and it SOMEHOW didn't take long till Marc had a better base than either you or Steven?! And then were pretty cool TwT

Later on you and Steven played again and the both of you were whining about Marc almost beating the game before you. It was a sad day for you both.

#tickle community #sfw tickles #marvel tickle fic #marvel tickle #moonknight #moon knight #moonknight tickle #marc!ler #Steven!lee #he is a lee though innit #<3 #moonknight x reader #platonic or romantic ig? #minecraft 😈 #tickles #fanfic #tickle fic #moon knight tickle #marc spector #steven grant #y/n

[labelleizzy]

TWENTY-SIX.

one thousand moons. in india there is a celebration when you near your thousandth moon. a lifetime full, better than the biblical three score and ten years. if you reach a thousand you've seen some things. hopefully you lived well, weren't a crap human. maybe you took the time to notice the moon through her phases, or to marvel at how impossibly huge she looks near the horizon yet covers a dime or so of the visible sky. she's the best celestial time marker though. more accessible than the spin of constellations and less fleeting than the sun cranking out days or as arduous as the sun to track across solstices.

last night we drove up the hill and there she was rising just off the horizon directly in our path and i got to thinking about measuring my life in moons. moons renew. they fade and come back. they don't judge like years seem to. you either have not enough not enough sun orbits left or too few attained. moons are hopeful and expansive in hope. you don't think about carrying each moon or your back as you age. moons just keep adding light.

yesterday afternoon a clerk asked if she could help carry my purchases to the till. to be fair i was juggling bottles and had neither basket or cart. i pushed down my pride and accepted. it is hard. i don't feel like the white bearded man i appear. the boy i was, the young, then middle age man are still in there despite the weight of years. and when each full lunar orb face illuminates the landscape all the persons i was with every other lunation take hands in a long chain. we add another light and say together, boy and man, oh! look at the moon! let's get that thousand.

barley moon, september 2023

--BodhiFox, who I knew from Livejournal, and now blogs on Facebook, unfortunately

#full moon #my friends are talented #bodhifox

[justsomerandomfanfic]

So, I'm going to start with the Marvel and Harry Potter fandoms first and then probably come back for more matchups in the future, and romantic please.

So, I'm a straight female, pronouns are she/her, proud Ravenclaw. I'm 5'1, blonde hair, blue eyes, an introvert until I get close to someone than I'm very sarcastic and silly. I like to think I'm pretty good listener and very loyal to my friends and family plus my cat. I have a very serious hand kink when it comes to guys, and I tend to fall for the bad boy who deserves a chance, and I wouldn't be afraid to stand up to him or his family. I tend to be a little naive and too trusting sometimes but I make it a point to never take any crap from anyone. I love classic rock-n-roll music, especially Def Leppard, AC/DC, Van Halen and others like that; favorite ice cream is mint chocolate chip and I'm sucker for roses (preferably dark blue ones), stealing a guy's shirt to sleep in and lots of cuddles.

I hope I provided enough information, if not, message me if you need more.

I hope you like your matchups! <333 I'll be here if you ever need more matchups! :) Thank you for requesting! I had a lot of fun writing this <333

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(Romantic) matchup;

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Marvel;

Bucky Barnes:

🥃 You were at a small bar, (you weren't normally for them), it wasn't a bad one, not loud or crowded, but open, bright, and even had a few arcade machines and the music was blasting, but playing at a nice level that wasn't going to give you a headache - it was a nice place to go with friends, which were with you; you were just having a good time, tapping your foot to the music that you chose (Def Leppard) that played on the jukebox

🥃 And then he walked in, signalling the bartender and ordering himself a drink - you couldn't seem to look away, until you did, snapping out of your head and getting back into the conversation with your friends; it wasn't until you met the mysterious man again

🥃 However long later, you and Bucky had become a couple, (you were a bit nervous and a bit introverted when you first spoke, but you got used to him, and Bucky got to see the more silly and sarcastic you) - the beginning of your relationship with the man was slow but beautiful and interesting to say the least; it took a great deal of time, but Bucky finally revealed to you most if not all about his past

🥃 You'd often stay home with Bucky, eating your favorite mint chocolate chip ice cream together while watching movies - which would then end in cuddling, your hands playing with his, ending up just talking or just listening to Bucky talk; he loves that you are a good listener, and loved listening to you talk about anything and everything

🥃 Your friends were a bit wary of him in the beginning, when you introduced Bucky to them - they were a bit worried, because of the Winter Soldier times - but you stood up for him, telling them that Bucky was actually a very kind and wonderfully sweet guy, and that he was mind controlled; your friends dropped it, and seemingly got along with him

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Harry Potter;

Draco Malfoy:

🐍 You knew Draco during Hogwarts, obviously, but as a Ravenclaw, you hardly been around the young man expect for when your house and his mixed during classes - but you didn't get to actually meet him until two years after graduation/the Battle of Hogwarts; and it was then that you saw that behind that mean exterior that he had shown through school, on the inside, he was actually a very misunderstood man (and you realized it even during the battle, you knew because of his family, he was scared that they'd hurt him, friends, or family)

🐍 You met when you were both just out and about, you were out shopping for stuff for your cat, and when you saw Draco, you recognized him immediately, and he remembered you as he walked over (almost nervously as you were feeling), before apologizing; he apologized for anything he had said to you that may have hurt your feelings, you totally forgot about what he said to you back in first year, but he remembered, and you appreciated the apology (he then asked if you wanted to join him for coffee/tea)

🐍 From then on, your little coffee/tea meetups happened more often, almost every weekend - and you got to know the real Draco, that he likes apples, the color red (funnily enough), and reading - you exchanged your interests, your love for dark blue roses, classic rock n' roll, and your beautiful cat child

🐍 Soon enough, those cafe dates ended up traveling to dinner dates (where Draco would take you to the finest restaurants in London), to pic-nics on hills of wildflowers, to movie and music nights at your place - your cat is best friends with Draco at this point - and you also may or may not have stolen almost all of Draco's shirts; he knows where they went, but he's not getting them back any time soon

🐍 So, with his hand in yours, you sit back, showing him your favorite movie series, (along with other fun Muggle stuff - just the two of you, spending time together, having the time of your lives

#cute #fluff #x reader #request #requested #matchup #matchups #marvel #mcu #marvel mcu #harry potter #harry potter hp #harry potter series #harry potter fandom #hp fandom #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #bucky barnes #bucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader

[quietlydiabolic]

“Bad At Dying” - Mega Man short oneshot fanfic

By: Jixie Fandom: Mega Man Classic BassRockWeek​ : September 8 - Comfort Rating: G Word Count: 1988

Roll had been crying on and off for the past two days. The moment she seemed to feel a little better, to begin pulling herself together, she'd immediately unravel and start sobbing again. Rock spent most of his time holding her, rubbing her back, offering soothing words.

Dr. Light's grief was quieter. He was somber, occasionally tearing up, at times grabbing either Roll or Rock into a tight bear hug, choking sob caught in his throat. He, too, did his best to comfort Roll.

And Rock?

Rock felt numb. He couldn't. He couldn't think, he couldn't feel. When he wasn't there for Roll, he walked around in a daze, his whole world suddenly fake and artificial and flat. Somewhere in the depths of that numbness Rock would catch a glimpse at an incredible ache, a massive hole in his heart where his brother had been, but he couldn't reach it, couldn't grasp it. He knew eventually the shock would wear off and the full horror of his grief— the enormity of it— would destroy him.

Until then, he tried his best to console Roll and Dr. Light.

Thankfully Auto was there to keep things running while everyone else tried, and failed, to deal with their pain. He answered calls and emails, made meals for Dr. Light, kept up lab maintenance, did some house cleaning, handled emergency repair jobs that truly couldn't wait. These things he did poorly, but he did them, which was what mattered.

…He also took care of the flowers and sympathy cards that came in, of which there was a surprising amount. Not just from Thomas' friends, peers, employees, former classmates. Not just from the people who were obligated, like the Mayor, or those whose lives had been touched by Mega Man or even Proto Man himself. No, there was an outpouring of love and support from those who cared about Blues Light. Blues' friends, people Rock and Roll never even knew existed.

So there was nothing unusual about the doorbell being rung over and over by some impatient delivery guy. Auto went to go answer it, and moments later, there was a loud crash as he was thrown to the floor.

Bass hopped over him and stormed into their house.

"Is it true!?"

He took one look at the Light family, Roll hunched over, Dr. Light's arm around her shoulder and his left hand patting her arm, Rock watching his all unfold with what could only be described as dull surprise. The flowers piled on the table, cards and photos scattered everywhere, a singed and tattered yellow scarf draped over one of the chairs.

(Rock couldn't bring himself to wear it.)

"Oh, crap! I can't believe it. That dumbass really went and got himself blown up."

Under any other circumstance, Rock would've marveled at the fact that his rival was here, in plain clothes, that he even could do that in the first place, not attacking any of them, apparently for the sole purpose of checking on Proto Man.

Only this wasn't any other circumstance.

Rock very suddenly, very overwhelmingly, felt something. Rage and disgust rose up like bile, filling his chest, his throat, his head, clouding his vision.

"How DARE YOU!?" He rushed forward and grabbed Bass' shirt collar with both hands, and yanked him so close that they almost banged heads. "Who do you think you are, coming in here, coming into OUR HOME, disrespecting MY BROTHER!? What made you think you could just waltz in here like this!"

Instead of getting angry and matching Rock's rage, Bass looked… oddly dejected. "I wasn't— I'm— y'know, he wasn't just your brother. Blues was—"

"Don't." With that Rock let go of one hand, using it to jab Bass in the chest. "Don't start with that. You never cared before. You didn't care about him when he nearly died attacking King. You mocked him when he was cut in half! You didn't care when that thing went bad with Wily's fake reality show, or when Nástenka tried to kill him, or— or— that whole mess with Uno and the Star Marshals! Don't pretend like you care now!"

Bass wrenched his shirt free from Rock's hand, but didn't let go of his wrist. "But he didn't die! He didn't die any of those times! Anyway—" He paused, then faltered. "Fine. You're right. You're right! I didn't care then. But— but that was— …no, actually, that thing with Uno was so messed up. I was… that time. Scared." His grip loosened. "The other times, yeah. I was a jerk— a great big jerk, and even then Blues was my friend but I didn't know it yet. Happy?"

"…No." The corners of his mouth started turning down. "N-no. I'm not happy. My brother is dead. I— I don't know. If. If I'll ever be happy again." Tears began to well up in his eyes.

"I know what you mean. He's the only one of you losers I liked— it's so unfair. He didn't deserve it. It should've been you instead." To his surprise, Bass also started to cry. "It should've been me instead. All those times I was mean to him…" He tried to fight it, rubbing his eyes, but then Rock had his arms around him and head against Bass' shoulder as he shook, silently and brokenly sobbing, and Bass broke down and wept too.

"It's not fair. I w-wish it could've been me."

"I can't take any of it back. Can't even apologize."

"Why couldn't he have just— just—" Rock paused, unable to continue.

"…wish I'd been a better friend back…"

"…couldn't've got his core fixed…?"

"…n-never realized how much I'd miss him…"

"…if not for himself, then for us! At least for Roll….!"

Auto took the opportunity to awkwardly squeeze past the grieving Robot Masters, disappearing into the breezeway that connected the house to the old laboratory, to fetch parts to repair the front door lock.

After watching this all unfold in silence, Roll, who hadn't been able to hold it together, blinked back her own tears and wiped the corners of her eyes. She approached and reached out. With one hand rubbed small comforting circles on Rock's back, and with her other hand did the same for Bass. Dr. Light hesitated for a moment, before following Auto off to the lab.

Once they'd got past the worst of it, Roll led the boys to the table, cleared some space, and took a seat next to Rock. Dr. Light returned shortly, with warmed E-Tanks and glass straws for all. He gave Rock a tender hug and then ruffled his hair, and proceeded to give Bass a hug as well, who tensed but didn't fight it, and tousled his hair too, which got a weak huff in protest. Finally he sat down next to Roll, giving her shoulder a quick squeeze.

They all looked up as Auto tromped back through the room to the entryway.

Then they all looked down at Blues' scarf on the empty chair.

"I'm still amazed he came back to me," Dr. Light said. "I was so sure he'd been destroyed, all those years ago. That I'd never see him again. I'm… glad I was wrong, and that… even now, that we got the time together that we did."

"Remember how he used to use his shield like a sled?" Roll asked.

They spent the next few hours reminiscing over all their favorite memories of Blues. Occasionally Rock would start crying again, or Bass, or Dr. Light. Roll stayed strong, although it was pretty obvious that she was going to fall apart the moment they went back to their day-to-day lives.

"You feel any better now?" Bass asked Rock suddenly.

"Would you feel better?" He replied, then hung his head. "I don't even know anymore."

"…I didn't mean what I said. About, y'know. Him being the only one of you guys I liked." He crossed his arms. "Roll's okay."

Rock snorted with an almost laugh. "For what it's worth… I know Blues forgave you for all that stuff a long time ago. I did too. It was wrong of me to bring it up."

"No, no, you were right." Then Bass hemmed and hawed and eventually said, "I know I'm gonna regret this. But… I don't got anyone to… uh, well it's not like I get along with any of the other Wily Numbers… I mean, I guess…" The rest of it came out mumbled. "…we should hang out sometime or whatever…"

For the first time in days, Rock had the slightest glimmer of happiness in his eyes.

"For Blues' sake," Bass added quickly. "It's what he'd want. I think."

When they heard Auto's heavy footsteps coming back in from the breezeway, Rock leaned back slightly to call out to him. "Hey, Auto, could you please grab a couple more E-Tanks?"

"I'm over here," Auto said, confused as he popped in from the front entrance, where he'd been waiting so as not to disturb them again.

They all turned back in alarm.

Almost a third of Proto Man's helmet was shattered, his brown hair frazzled and spilling out in every direction, half of the shades gone. His left eye was closed, but it was impossible to tell if that was from damage or because of the missing shade. His armor was in absolutely abysmal shape. A large tear cut down his left side from armpit to his hip, and the better part of his leg was simply gone, which was why he was being half-carried by Quake Woman, unable to support his own weight.

"There was no one in the lab," Quake Woman said. "None of you would answer your coms. Is something wrong?"

"Oh good, you found my scarf." Proto Man brightened at the sight of it. Then noticed everyone staring at him. "…What?"

Roll shrieked in excitement and launched herself at them before anyone else could move. Bass quickly followed, caught up in the moment, forgetting any pretense of being cool or edgy. Dr. Light stood and nearly fell, shaking as he hurried over and pulled the four of them into an embrace. Auto made his way to the group and placed a hand on Blues' shoulder, then looked at Rock and shook his head towards the others, gesturing for him to join them.

Rock sat there, frozen in place, tears streaming down freely, enormous grin plastered across his face. He couldn't believe it. He didn't dare.

"Wait, you guys… you guys didn't think…? Hey, I know I'm not the strongest Robot Master around, but give me some credit! Did you think I'd go out that easily?" Proto Man asked.

Slowly Rock got to his feet, and felt almost as if he were floating as he bound across the room. Roll and Bass and Quake Woman moved a little to each side as he threw his arms around his brother's neck, laughing through his tears.

Once they were all together, Auto glomped on— mindful of Dr. Light— and lifted them a little off the floor, swaying side to side before setting everyone back down.

"BLUES YOU'RE ALIIIIIIIIVVVVEEEEE!" Roll cried.

"Yeah? It's great knowing that you're loved and all, but I'd really like to get repaired…"

"That's just gonna have to wait!" Then she pinched him. "How could you scare us like that!"

"If you don't get that damn core fixed, I'm gonna kill you," Bass said.

"Not if I get to him first," said Rock, then he started laughing again.

Quake Woman gave Proto Man a stern look. "Actually, I might do it before the rest of you can."

"I get it! I get it! Sheesh! I'll think about it."

Tangled and a little smushed between Quake Woman and Auto, Bass suddenly glared at Rock and worked one hand free to gently shove him. "I take back what I said."

"What, about hanging out? Uh-uh! Nope. No take backs!"

#bassrockweek2022 #bassrock #mega man fanfic #mega man #bass megaman #roll megaman #proto man #blueberry #cobra chicken #cinnamonroll #dope rides alone #my fanfic #/spoiler alert: this is NOT tagged 'major character death' on A03 #/what if bass is a sympathy crier and it ticks him off to no end

[gelatomesomeironqrow]

MOON KNIGHT

Holy crap it's my favorite Marvel show to date.

Like dont get me wrong, I adore Wandavision and Loki is my man but F***ing Moon Knight is amazing.

The amount of effort they took into giving DID a proper representation. Minus Jake's character who seems to be extremely violent.

F*** the Scarlet Scarab, the Egyptian Superhero. Heck, Layla isn't going to just stop being an Avatar after an Egyptian woman/girl (couldn't exactly tell how old she was) was so in awe over the fact that a literal female superhero rescued her and her family. Besides, her outfit, hot as Hell.

Anyways, I could talk about her outfit and Layla all day. But I have to give some time to talk about Oscar Isaacs playing not one, but three different characters and rocking each one of them.

Steven, my adorable little Cinnamon roll, I just love him to pieces and I am so glad they didnt write him off.

Marc, oh sweet Marc, he was used, abused and neglected and he still found someone who cared for him.

And now... Jake. Oh Jake. I swear to God, I need a season 2 ASAP. I know Oscar didnt sign a contract but he has said he is open to playing Marc/Steven/Jake/(the child??) Again.

But Jake just chilling in the background while Steven and Marc go through the feels is probably the most Jake thing he could do. He definitely is the type to swoop in and protect the body from any perceived threat, mostly physical. Take that scene in episode 5, the very sudden shift in personality, energy, tone. The way he picked up a weapon, to either use on himself or others. The way he tried to get them (Steven, Marc and Jake) out of the room where they would have to cope with their past and come together. The way he was completely unaffected by the field of reeds and the sand. The way he only hosted when Marc or Steven were outnumbered and being beaten. His violent tendencies where he just murders first. Ask questions never. This particular alter clearly only ever came out when the abuse (physical, mental, emotional) was too much for either one of them to handle. Jake definitely is more unhinged but I feel like you would be too if you shoved it all on him whenever it was too much.

Whoever thought Jake wouldn't appear.

God I need a season 2. I need more. I need them (Moon Knight and Scarlet Scarab) in the movies.

By the way, in the comics, Layla's father was Taweret's Avatar, which they alluded to this finale. "Your father would be so proud". There's definitely more to that.

I also really loved this phrase.

Til next time everybody.

#gelato blogs #moon knight #moon knight spoilers #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant #layla el faouly #scarlet scarab #mcu #i love this show

[dokujirai]

#73 伊藤ふみや (Ito Fumiya) Superhuman Share House Story 『CHARISMA』

Watch the track here.

Rikai: It’s been quite some time since the seven of us first started living in this share house together.

Rikai: Everyone here has some sort of flaw, and as a result, it’s like this place is a chaotic zoo.

Rikai: Ah, except big brother Rikai, of course.

Rikai: Caught in the midst of this hectic life, I was forced to tuck away a very important question back into the depths of my mind.

Rikai: That is- why are we all living together like this?

Rikai: What is the meaning? And the goal?

Rikai: The only one who knows is the 19-year-old boy who brought us all here in the first place:

Rikai: Ito Fumiya.

Rikai: What is his motive?

Rikai: Now, we will finally hear the whole truth from himself.

Rikai: Marvel at this shocking reveal!

Terra: Fumiya-kun.

Iori: Fumiya-san!

Kei: Fumiya.

Ohse: Please tell us.

Amahiko: Do not run away, and no cheating!

Iori: Why did you bring us all here to this house?

Kei: What’d we all have to live together for!?

Rikai: Tell us.

Everyone: ITO. FUMIYA!

Fumiya: Haah.

Fumiya: Alright, you got me.

Fumiya: Since you guys want it so bad, I’ll tell you.

Fumiya: The reason why I brought you all to this house is…

Fumiya: Nothing in particular.

Everyone: Hm?

Kei: Hey. What’d ya say?

Ohse: “Nothing in particular…”

Rikai: “Nothing” you say…?

(Everyone laughs)

Terra: No way! You’re just dragging this on!

Kei: That can’t be it!

Iori: I can’t believe you’re still messing with us!

Rikai: You can’t be serious.

Ohse: Let’s hear it one more time!

Iori: Right?

Iori: Fumiya-san, why’d you bring us all here?

Iori: Your reason is?

Fumiya: None.

Terra: Your goal being?

Fumiya: None.

Amahiko: And what does it all mean?

Fumiya: Nothing.

Fumiya: Somehow.

(Everyone starts yelling at Fumiya: “You’re kidding me! No way! What the hell do you mean?”)

Rikai: That’s not good enough, Ito Fumiya-kun!

Fumiya: Eh? No good?

Terra: You can’t work us up like that!

Fumiya: It’s not my fault you guys are expecting too much.

Rikai: This is just embarrassing! I even told everyone to “Marvel at this shocking reveal!”

Fumiya: I don’t care.

Kei: Come on, there’s gotta be something! Make it up!

Fumiya: “Make it up?” Eh, I can do that? Is that okay, you want me to?

Amahiko: At this point, a lie is better than nothing!

Fumiya: Eh, lying is okay? Really, I can do that?

(Everyone starts yelling at Fumiya again about his reasoning and motives, just give them some answer)

Fumiya: Haah…

Fumiya: Fine.

Fumiya: I’ll give you guys something you’ll wanna hear.

Terra: Can you really do that?

Fumiya: I’m pretty sure I can, I’m good at making stuff up.

Terra: Then please!

Rikai: Let’s do it again!

Rikai: Ahem. Ito Fumiya-kun,

Rikai: Now, reveal to us your true intentions.

Fumiya: Heh. If you insist, then fine, I’ll tell you. 

Fumiya: The reason why I brought you all to this house is…

Fumiya: Ummm…

Fumiya: Erm… Hm…

Iori: Uh, are you okay?

Terra: You good?

Rikai: Fumiya-san?

Fumiya: Everyone is missing some sort of.. social thing… And it’d be bad for your… reputation? Uh…

Iori: How disappointing!

Amahiko: Usually you’re a much better liar than this!

Fumiya: And when we all get together with all our flaws… We like, help and support each other… Like puzzle pieces, yknow…

Kei: Now ya sound like some kinda wuss.

Ohse: Uuuughhh…

Fumiya: Ah! Bonds! Yes, our bonds! We gotta take care of bonds, something like that.

Everyone: Hah?

Fumiya: Our bonds as friends, and because we’re friends we’re tied by our bonds. Bounded by our bonds, bonds and friends, friends and bonds, bonded friends--

Terra: How many times are you gonna say “friends” and “bonds”!?

Kei: Are those the only words ya know!?

Ohse: Uuuuughhhhh

Fumiya: And that’s why us cool guys are here. Thanks for listenin’, I’m done now.

Everyone but Fumiya: YOU SUCK!

Rikai: What were you even saying?

Iori: You didn’t even say anything!

Fumiya: Well, I can’t help it.

Fumiya: It’s not like I believe any of that crap either.

Fumiya: I mean, is it really so bad to have no reason or meaning? Why?

Everyone: Huh?

Fumiya: So then what do we live for? And why?

Fumiya: Trying to find the answers for every single thing in this world feels like you’re being smothered.

Fumiya: There is no meaning.

Fumiya: There is no “good” or “bad”.

Fumiya: I just wanted us to all stay together, that’s all.

Amahiko: This is just the beginning, isn’t it?

Amahiko: Our reason and meaning for living here, we can all look for it together from now on.

Terra: A-Amahiko!

Iori: Amahiko-san.

Rikai: Sensei…

Fumiya: Yeah-- that’s exactly what I was saying.

Everyone: LIAR!

Rikai: You just want to ride on his coattails, don’t you?

Fumiya: Our meaning and reasons for living here,

Fumiya: I guess we’ll just have to find that out together from now on.

Iori: Amahiko-san just said that!

Kei: Eh, so then do we still have to live here?

Terra: Do we have to stay?

Ohse: Speaking of, whose name is this house even under? And can I stay here forever?

Iori: Yeah, what is the deal with that?

Fumiya: It’s alright.

Fumiya: We can still keep living here.

Everyone: HUH?

Rikai: W-what is all this money?

Fumiya: Don’t worry bout it.

Rikai: This is DEFINITELY something to worry about!

Fumiya: Actually, we have a ton of supporters to help us out.

Everyone: Hah!?

Fumiya: We have a nice little system going on.

Iori: SYSTEM!?

Fumiya: We can keep on living here, however,

Fumiya: There’s one thing that we need in order to do that.

Fumiya: What is that, you ask?

Fumiya: Money.

Fumiya: I need money to keep going.

Fumiya: YOU guys get what I mean

Fumiya: Isn’t that right?

Terra: Aah- I think this kid is definitely doing something bad!

Fumiya: Ah, I’m glad I asked for your guys’ help on New Year’s.

Fumiya: We managed to get through it all. Thanks.

Fumiya: I want us to all keep going, but we can’t do it without your help. So please keep giving us your money and treat us well.

(PPPPPPPP)

Rikai: YOU GOOD-FOR-NOTHING!

Everyone: ITO

Everyone: FUMIYAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!

CHARISMA BREAK: SUCCESS

Ito Fumiya

Fumiya: God be with me.

CHOOSE WISELY Straying from your thoughts These sweet words will cleanse your palate Discipline is SICK give in and SAY NO This is your only warning before you lose

CHOOSE WISELY Drown out these fantasies All these unwanted, noisy auditory fallacies Discipline is SICK, defy them and “SAY NO” This is your warning before they feast on you

No formalities There’s no escape from the path of Good and Evil Undesired misfortunes are a bother We are all fellow neighbors, CHOOSE WISELY This toxic world is placated by PAIN Instead of sharing our pain, they repeat it like a refrain

Makeshift emotions SET ME FREE I’ll flit about, dip once more, throwback these watered-down mismatched sorrows SO MANY optimists Swept along and complicit Look back and you’ll fall into an unforgiving pit It’s NEVER TOO MUCH to join hands with necessary evils Pay no mind to the eyecatch

CHOOSE WISELY Straying from your thoughts These sweet words will cleanse your palate Discipline is SICK give in and SAY NO This is your only warning before you lose

CHOOSE WISELY Drown out these fantasies All these unwanted, noisy auditory fallacies Discipline is SICK, defy them and “SAY NO” This is your warning before they feast on you

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I think that's a mistake Sarah did not think through. I doupt she has made a great plan so it would all come together in the end. This mistake she made will bite her in the ass because how tf will acotar contuine to work after nearly a year? All danger and sh*t just stopped for a break?! Huh??

I was hoping that acotar 5 would set before the crossover, so right after acosf. But that wouldn't make sense, because Sarah confirmed CC3 will build the plots for acotar 5.

I hate the damn crossover. The reason it's there in the first place is because the author wanted her marvel dream to come true. For once, can she not think "Can I?", but instead think "Should I?". It's so damn annoying because the more she believes she can involve crap, the more it leaves plotholes. Yes, people do headcanons, but no one asked for this sh*t. It's getting too much. Acotar should stay it's own and so does CC. I loved the crossover in ToG because it was just a small thing and it was only for fun, but the crossover we have now is mixing acotar and CC and I hate it.

That's one of the things that confirm Sarah would never do fanservice. She just does whatever she finds cool enough.

Your post really resonates with my feelings about it all.

I understand that this is SJMs world and we're all just along for the ride.

But (and I know a lot of people will disagree with this) ... to me, it seemed like she was this really clever writer who created these three amazingly different worlds. I liked that each series felt different and even though CC1 wasn't my favorite, it felt like something she hadn't done before so it was fresh for her. But when HOSAB came out, it suddenly felt like ACOTAR but set in a Modern world. Suddenly everyone from CC shared powers with someone from ACOTAR. Suddenly, they're all distant relatives of one another. Suddenly, they all have the same big bad (just with different names) and share common Made weapons. Suddenly the similarities between those two series and TOG became evident. Her fictional world's suddenly felt smaller to me. Like, they weren't three unique places to visit and be transported too, but basically the same world though one was introduced to technology while the others weren't.

And I agree with you, it was fun seeing the Easter Egg of Aelin falling through ACOTAR but it's just turned into a lot. I somewhat dislike that there's almost this level of anxiety to reading the books now, like we have to pay super close attention to everything otherwise we're going to miss something important. And I LOVE the Marvel movies but what I liked about them is they all stood very much on their own except for the shared "Big Bad". The Asgardians were their own people. They didn't get their powers from the same place the Guardians of the Galaxies or Earth's heros did. They didn't all share a common ancestor, they weren't all from one planet that eventually got scattered across other planets. I mentioned above but the SJM crossover feels like the exact same people with the exact same powers getting placed in three different places.

I don't mean to complain because I adore ACOTAR and I know I should just appreciate how much heart and soul the author is putting into these books. But I haven't connected with the CC books in the same way I did TOG or ACOTAR. As a result I lose some enjoyment when I acknowledge that I'm always going to be missing important information because I can't find it in myself to really dig deep into CC.

SJM has a lot going on. So many different projects (along with a family). And while that is incredible and I'm glad she's found such success, I do think some fans have started feeling a sense of too many pots being stirred at the same time. The show, two unfinished series, etc. And when certain fans have become so attached to the ACOTAR series, it's tough not to feel a sense of disappointment when it seems like she's not as invested and is making it all so complicated.

Again, it's her series and she deserves to do what she wants with it but it's hard as a reader to keep reminding yourself of that when you're so hopeful for resolution to the things you've grown attached to.

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