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baddestboy · 1 year

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“Don't scream, but there's a huge ass fire ant at the back of your shirt. I think it's their fucking leader.”

“I don't care about that right now, Katsuki! I'm trying to run for my life right now from the wasps whose house you burned down!”

Bakugo grumbles under his breath, meeting you at your pace easily and grabs your hand to tug on, as if to say go faster, dumbass.

“For the last time, it was a fuckin' accident. The shitheads got in the way of me trying to burn down the fucking shitshow of an ant hill that was ruining our date.”

You groaned in response, already wanting to stop running since you need to catch your breath. Bakugo catches on your exhaustion and pauses to help you get on his back.

Once you got on safely, he continued running, narrowly missing the swarm that was hell-bent on attacking him.

The both of you weren't always running for your lives and “accidentally” burning down wasps' nests, however. The day started off perfectly enough.

You have just started going out recently, and are still trying to navigate the waters of the early stages of a relationship.

With you being the one to usually plan out your dates, he jumped on the chance to plan this day out since it was his rare day off and he wanted to surprise you for a change.

Knowing your boyfriend, he has probably planned the day down to the smallest details… which is how the both of you ended up enjoying a perfect picnic date at the local park, enjoying the delicious picnic spread he prepared (!!! his cooking is always a treat), with you talking about everything and anything under the sun while he listens to your ramblings with an occasional grunt or quip.

The trouble first arose when you noticed a few ants straggling towards your picnic basket, where you were protecting your precious desserts inside. “Hey, could we move?” You asked, not wanting to disrupt the ecosystem in the park but also wanting to save your dessert that your boyfriend lovingly prepared with you in mind.

He looked at the ants in disinterest, flicking them away from the basket then looked back at you expectantly. “Do we still have to move?”

You looked at him in horror. “Katsuki, did you know what you just did?”

“I was doing us a favor of not having to get up and move, you mean.”

“Those weren't normal ants, idiot! I mean no, sorry, you aren’t an idiot, but holy shit I watched this on TikTok. If there are a few of fire ants here, that means that their ant hill is close by and they’re going to retaliate. We have to leave now before they attack us.”

Bakugo finds your concern cute. “Babe, aren’t you forgetting something? I can just blow the fuckin’ ant hill up using my quirk.”

“Wait, what? Oh my god no-” You could only watch in horror as he makes the nearest thing that resembles an ant hill explode, and a horde of angry wasps comes out of their (burning) nest and is headed straight towards your completely clueless boyfriend.

Your fight or flight reflexes immediately kicked in and you got up and tugged on Bakugo’s shirt. “Get up, get up! They’re headed this way, holy shit, we need to run now.”

Your completely eventful date ended at the park security’s office, sitting beside your boyfriend who had his arms crossed, and accompanied by Red Riot, who was conveniently the hero who responded to the call and who was currently laughing his ass off after you had recounted the story to them.

The two of you may have gotten away scot-free from authorities thanks to certain pro-hero perks, but with the way Kirishima always brings the unsuccessful date up every chance he could? You’d think you were given a life sentence instead.

(That was also your first time meeting one of Bakugo’s friends, which was mildly embarrassing in its own right. The only piece of good news that you've gotten out of this whole ordeal was that the shared trauma burned down any awkward bridges between you and your boyfriend… if only he had burned down the correct hill from the start.)

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strawb3rrystar · 7 months

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Who's the insane brother?

Pairing: Rise! Raph, Leo, Donnie, Mikey x GN! Reader

Warnings: Mentions stuff like blackmail, abuse, manipulation, threats, stalking, implied drugging, kidnapping, general creepiness, extreme yandere themes

Word count: 600

Leo

Is surprisingly the least insane. Will (probably) never resort to violence with you. He's more of a clingy, attention-seeking yandere rather than a violent one. Plus, he has plenty of other methods of getting your attention.

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

"Leo, I need to get to school'' You say, trying to pull away from his grip.

"Five more minutes." He mumbles, squishing his face into your shoulder.

"You said five more minutes, five minutes ago!" You sigh "Leo, I'm going to be late again."

"So? I'll just portal you there" He shrugs.

"No! No portaling. We talked about this" You reply.

"Well then, I guess you're stuck here with me" He grins, kissing your neck.

Raph

The only reason he's above Leo is because he will use violence. Though he would never hurt you. He's not fully against hurting the people close to you, to get you to listen. Another clingy yandere, but come on. How could you say no to a cuddly teddy bear like Raph?

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

"Raph, I'm trying to work." You say.

"Oh! Let me help!" He tries to grab your pen out of your hand.

"No, I can do it myself." You push his much larger hand away.

"Oh... I see how it is." He pouts. "You don't trust me."

"Raph..." You sigh, rubbing your temple. "I do trust you. I just want to do things by myself sometimes."

"But why would you need to do stuff by yourself if you have me around?" He asks.

"Because I'm my own functioning person." You answer.

"I would disagree." He huffs, hugging your waist.

Donnie

Donnie is definitely the most delusional out of his brothers. As far as he knows, you've been dating this whole time! He is not afraid to use violence to get you to listen. And he will manipulate and gaslight you to no end. Why are you talking about your friends? They've always hated you! Why are you screaming for help? You know no one is going to save you. Donnie has to watch you 24/7, to make sure you're okay! That's why he has cameras to watch you. You're fragile and need to be protected, darling!

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

"Donnie, please untie me!" You beg, your arms and legs bound.

"Be quiet, my sweet. We wouldn't want the others finding out your little mistake." He looks down upon you, as if you were an ant.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again!" You apologize, tears running down your cheeks.

"As much as I love seeing you cry... You're being a little too loud." He grabs the duct tape that was sitting on his desk.

"No! No, no. Please!" You beg, trying to get away from him.

"Sorry darling. This is for your own good. You need to learn how to be a good, obedient pet."

Mikey

Are we really surprised the youngest is the most insane? Mikey's big innocent eyes that seem to follow you wherever you go. But that's just your imagination, right? Mikey loves you so much, he knows everything about you, everything you've done. Don't be surprised when actions of your past get used against you. It's your fault for doing them in the first place. It's your fault for forgetting what you've done.

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

"Mikey?" You stare at him as he comes out of the shadows. "Were you following me?"

"No." He smiles "I was just watching you. I do it all the time."

"So, you're stalking me?!" You yell.

"Stalking? No I'm just making sure you're okay." He replies "No need to make a big deal out of it."

"We were friends, Mikey." You felt betrayed "I thought I could trust you..."

"Friends?" He blinks in surprise, like it was an out of pocket thing to say.

You felt your vision blur "What did you do...?" You mumble, your limbs feeling heavy.

"Shhh." You felt Mikey's arms wrap around you "It's okay, darling. Mikey's here to protect you from the dangerous above-ground. I'll take you to the sewers, where you'll be safe."

Star's notes -> I had so much fun writing this !!

(Requests are open!)

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#☆strawb3rrystar writes #☆teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere tmnt x reader #teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt x reader #rise leo x reader #rise raph x reader #rise donnie x reader #rise mikey x reader #yandere rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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hadesoftheladies · 9 months

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if you're a radfem (or feminist in general) chances are you're dealing with these: repressed anger and the effects of gaslighting

if you're exhausted a lot (without strenuous physical activity and lack of sleep), find yourself having outbursts of strong emotion, feeling desperate for a form of escape, fantasizing about drastic measures, anxious and "forgetful" about memories you have, nervous about speaking about your experiences . . .

here's some tricks on how i've been coping:

-boundaries. if you can cut off people (irl or online) that cause you to spiral into hate, frustration, anger at their ignorance/malice, do it. even if it's a musician whose one song you like. or your brother or dad. limit time as much as possible with them. the less access they have, the less relevant they become, the more energy you conserve.

-do art! create something, it doesn't matter what it is. express those emotions! make sure you're doing it in a judgement-free zone. it's important you don't become a critic at this time. do messy, honest art (sometimes i write short scenes of gay/lesbian characters to cope with the homophobia in my life, and it makes me feel MUCH better and less cynical, sometimes you need to create beauty to remember it exists in the world)

-get out! get out into nature, if you can. if you can't immerse yourself in some form of it. try watching a potted plant for a while or watch insects. take interest in the mundane aspects of life. see that leaf curl? that ant? you're part of that. when you see the clouds, remember they are part of the cycle. the earth grows into its beauty as you do. the moon is the sky's cycle tracker. you belong to this world. you belong in it. this is your home. revel in it.

-if you can, and if you want to, hang out with animals. animals are great companions with none of the misogyny, internalized or otherwise! they don't mind if you cry, either. seriously, if you need non-draining, non-complicated companionship, animals are a good option. it's also good to remember you're a simple animal sometimes, with simple needs. sometimes all you need is a nice belly rub and a little treat.

-cultivate female friendships where it's safe to rant and also not all about ranting. your friendships should be a comfort, not a chore. you need irl community. if you can access it at this time, if you can find a way to cultivate it, please do. it may save you

-it is okay to enoy things despite the evil in the world. you don't have to be an activist 24/7. go watch your favorite movie. listen to your favorite comedian. and let down your guard while you're enjoying that little something. it's important you don't fall into analyzing things.

-for the gaslighting, start having conversations where you make it explicitly clear that you want the other party to ONLY listen. also, JOURNAL, even if it's just a paragraph or two sentences. write down the small important facts of your day. you'll either build a more reliable memory or come to see how reliable your memory is. just don't hang out with people that are constantly testing you. that is not an environment where you develop healthy trust in yourself.

-fight back! these are some ways to heal from the bruising of the world, but honestly? you need to acknowledge how RIGHT and GOOD your anger is. and one of the best ways to do that is to fight back! do something that addresses part of the injustice your heart is screaming about. it doesn't have to be big, it just needs to help someone and address the situation. address the alarms in your brain telling you something isn't right and you have to do something about it. scratch that itch! do that something. you will feel really good

please feel free to add any other tips you guys may have for cultivating joy, hope and energy, because we don't have to be miserable while/for doing the right thing

#radfem #radblr #feminism #radical feminism #radfems please touch

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pandorasfavorite · 8 months

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Don’t even try it

AN: por qué no me lo dijiste antes?= why didn’t you tell me sooner?

I’m the mist of chaos there is a moment of quiet and calm. In the back where you are sitting with Damian and Finn it is quiet. No one really knows what to say or do in this moment. Your just standing there looking down where a small puddle of water formed below you. You exhale shakily, pursing your lips trying not to cry. “Uhhhh”, Finn starts looking at you then to Damian, unsure what to do.

Damian pushes Finn by his arm; more panicked, “Do something man!” He gestures to you. Finn turns around and yells back, “I don’t know what to do!”. You feel yourself starting to hyperventilate and the yelling is making you even more overwhelmed. While you are managing your breathing, holding onto the back of the couch and your stomach, the boys are frantically talking. All of it goes in one ear and out the other until you hear, “Go get Dominik!”. Your head snaps up and you point a finger out, glaring, “Don’t you dare”.

Your glare follows Finn as he was walking towards the door, Finn looks at Damian for some type of guidance here. Damian nods, “Go” he directs Finn, you tilt your head at him with your eye brows raised in question, “You sure you want to risk your life like that Balor”. Finn backs up with his arms raised and Damian looks bewildered.

You hold the back of the couch with both hands now taking huge deep breaths and exhaling loudly, trying not to grown at the pain. You look up at the boys while you exhale and give them reasoning, “Let Dominik finish his match, it’s the least we can do”. “Rhea would know what to do”, Finn says to Damian standing beside him. “She’s with Dominik”, Damian comments.

Finn rolls his eyes, “I know”.

“Stop arguing and watch the tv”, they stop arguing when they hear your irritated voice, not in the mood for bullshit. You groan loudly, almost at the volume of a yell, bracing against the back of the couch watching the Tv just waiting. Dominik is close to a pin, his opponent is worn out: only landing weak hits. Dominik is riling up the crowd but you only want him to hurry up. You slap the couch yelling at the TV, scaring the boys for a moment, “PIN HIM!”.

Like God himself called out to Dominik he manages the pin, leading to a successful win. The boys cheer to themselves and turn around, nearly forgetting the predicament your in. “Should I-?”, you wave him away. “Go be quick”, Finn runs down to get Dominik and Damian hangs out the door watching the hallway and then you.

You start to lean over the couch, wanting nothing more than to move a couple of steps and lay down. The time it takes Dominik to run and find you was not long. The sounds of quick feet echos in the hallway, and as Dominik gets closer to the door you hear him speak with a twinge of anger. “¿por qué no me lo dijiste antes?”, he says shoving himself into the room.

His anger vanishes away and his calm loving nature is back the moment he see’s you. “How you feeling mami?”, he rubs down your back, craving to see your pain-stricken face. You pant trying to turn around into his embrace, “Hurts”. The only word you can say that comes to mind.

Dominik nods as if he was given a order, “Okay honey, let’s go”. He supports almost all your weight and points at the Go bag, Damian snatches it up walking out the door. Everyone has left but you and Dominik, he is expecting you to start walking but the pain is searing. “I can’t”, you feel tears of frustration and guilt burn your eyes. Dominik disagrees moving the hair out of your face so he can see you clearly, “You can. I married a champion”, you can’t argue with that, you were a champion.

Your legs shake a little at the movement but you straighten up for your child, Dominik, and yourself. Dominik slyly puts a kiss on the side of your head and carefully walks you to the van Rhea insisted on having for the group. The door shuts and you are laying in the back, with your head in Dominiks lap, pushing through the pain with the comfort of his hands in your hair and sweet nothing being whispered in your ear.

#dominik mysterio #dominik mysterio x reader #dominik mysterio fanfiction #dominik mysterio x you #dominik mysterio fluff #dom dom #dominik my bbg #wwe

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a-local-idiots-shitpost · 2 years

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Things they have to search up because of Mc

Lucifer:

the only reason he searches anything up

is because the internet gave you stupid ideas again

he will also go the extra mile to search up the site get you banned for a while and then take all your devices away… again

also R.I.P if any of them are RAD students and gave you those ideas (whether it was an accident or not)

“MC! This is the second time you nearly burned down the House of Lamentation again”

“in my defence I was left unsupervised”

“YOUR ROOM NOW!”

yeah you´re on house arrest again

Mammon:

you told him about an urban legend that you know

and it seemed it spooked him so much that he immediately had to look it up

“Oi! Human I know you were just trying to scare me”

“what else did you think I was trying?”

“how dare you Mc?!”

he get´s insulted that you would just scare him like that

the funniest thing is that this isn´t even the first time you did this

it actually happens quiet often

simply because it´s really funny that Mammon get´s scared so easily

Leviathan:

“you´re trying to tell me there is even more Anime in the Human world then in the Devildom lol yeah sure Normie whatever you say”

“look it up yourself Levi”

he did and he is so envious of you

“why do you Normies have so much more anime!?”

this will get so funny watching him get mad over something like this

until he threatens to summon Lotan

“Levi no! it takes ages to clean up the House of Lamentation!”

“I don´t care, Lo-!”

“Lucifer! Levi wants to summon Lotan for nothing again!”

“Mc you snitch!”

yeah he´s getting hung from the ceiling

and you get treats for stopping him :)

Satan:

you told him about the many cat videos in the Human world internet

and now he spends all his time to get in the Human world internet

“Satan you have been sitting here for a day”

“I need cats!!!”

“telling you about this was a mistake”

yeah you pretty much had to beg Lucifer to allow both of you to get in to the Human world

if that doesn´t work you just have to sneak him out

or sneak a cats in the House of Lamentation

whatever would be easier

but if Satan doesn´t get his cats

who knows what could happen

Asmodeus:

you just told him about scam beauty products

better hope he isn´t using any because he will fight you on it actually working

and this will make him want to actually try it out

“Asmo I´m telling you that´s just snake oil”

“how dare you insult my snake oil”

“wait you´re actually using snake oil?”

“it´s more like snake blood from a specific type in the Devildom but still”

great now you have to search something up

and yeah that is a thing in the Devildom and has been proven to work

huh who would have thought

Beelzebub:

you just told him about interesting food facts

“oh yeah there are some candies that have bugs on them and there´s also a type of ant that´s supposed to taste really nice”

“Mc let´s go to the Human world”

“you do know we aren´t allowed to anymore”

remembers what they did last time “oh yeah I forgot”

great now you made him curious and hungry

he will actually see if he can order those candies or the ants

and now he will find even more weird Human food

and get´s even hungrier

great work Mc now he got so hungry he emptied the kitchen again :(

Belphegor:

I don´t think Belphie would do anything

you could just tell this dude about the most fucked up thing you know and he would just be to tired to process it

“I heard that someone got brutally dismembered by a hell bunny”

Belphie half asleep “that´s nice Mc”

and after he wakes up he just forgets everything

maybe he would look something up if you would tell him while he´s awake

but even then it´s usually stuff that´s supposed to help him fall asleep

Diavolo:

he pretty much looks everything up that you tell him about the Human world

sees a machine that they don´t have in the Devildom?

“Mcccc!? what is that!?”

yes instead of waiting he also just screams and hopes you can hear him

if not he either looks for you or sends you a bunch of messages

“Diavolo you do know I can´t tell you what you´re looking for if I don´t know what you mean, right?”

“oh I knew I forgot something”

after he sends you a picture you either explain what it is or just tell him the name

this can also happen multiple times a day

it´s quiet exhausting

Barbatos:

you tell him there´s a good chance rat and mice are hiding in the castle

he doesn´t believe you

“I mean it wouldn´t be so far fetched you did tell me the mice and rats down here are smarter they know you want to kill them they don´t want to die so they just hide or shortly leave”

“Mc this is a completely stupid thought”

he may say this is stupid but who got so scared they had to look it up?

It sure as hell wasn´t Mc

and Mc was right the rats and mice in hell are smart enough to do that

Barbatos now lives in constant fear

Solomon:

honestly I have no idea what Mc could say which would make Solomon go “yeah I´m curious let´s look that up”

if anything it will be the opposite

Solomon will just tell you some weird magic fact and you have to actually look it up to find out if he´s just fucking with you or telling the truth

“Mc did you know some magical plant species are just like massive venus fly traps which could easily devour a human?” “I don´t even know what you´re talking about Solomon” “:)” “don´t tell me you want to find one” “:)” “if you try to sacrifice me to some plant I will find a way to murder you”

Simeon:

the language from the “young kids” (which coming from him could be anything) or litrally any internet slang

he will just over hear you tell Levi he´s a Simp or anything else and he will just stand there going ????

let´s be honest Simeon would either need help from Solomon or Luke or he would just search it in a book

figuring out the computer is even worse for him

just don´t help him out

either explain to him the jokes

or just search it up for him

believe me you do not want to teach him how to work a computer

Luke:

it´s Fuck or any kind of swear word (especially if it´s another language)

Simeon is going to kill you

and Solomon will just laugh at the situation

R.I.P Mc if you´re lucky your Simps will save you (you aren´t lucky enough)

or you can hide long enough in the House of Lamentation until Simeon either gives up or maybe forgives you

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allisonlol · 2 years

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Hi hi can I request platonic hcs with the Hunting Dogs? Basically reader is a new recruit and they’re slightly younger than the others (like around 18 or so). How would Tetchou, Jouno, Teruko and Tachihara treat them? (you can add fukuchi if you want)

a/n: plz this req is so cute, i don't write platonic stuff often so it's like a breath of fresh air :0 i was gonna add fukuchi but then...didn't cuz i'm still mad about what he's doing to ranpo ;-; split each character into their own section so it's more organized idk

warnings: none just the chaos of being a hunting dog tbh. also jouno and terukos' sadism if that counts??

Being a New Recruit in the Hunting Dogs (Platonic HCs)

Tecchou

you honestly could not be in better hands??

actually i lied. you probably could but tecchou is pretty great compared to the others

fukuchi probably sticks you with this mf cuz he thinks he's the most responsible for working with a trainee...compared to jouno and teruko who might emotionally scar you

you being younger than the rest doesn't affect how he treats you (after all, ur only a year younger than tachi)

^very respectful of course <3 people on the outside wouldn't even know you were a trainee by the way he speaks to you as an equal

pretty good at explaining all the stuff that's expected out of you

^literally recites the entire manual for new recruits' word for word?? you retained almost none of it but damn was it impressive

also gives you the whole "jouno may seem evil but don't be scared of him" speech...it doesn't help

is so proud to show you his ability PLS. he was like "look at this" and started manipulating his saber n shit, you were like 😯😯

gives you a tour of the base but gets distracted by an ant colony five minutes into it...

makes you watch the ants with him but after 30 minutes you pretend to go to the bathroom so you can get away -///-

Jouno

LMAOO good luck

purposefully tries to scare the shit out of you, and damn does it work

says some "i'm only gonna explain this once, so if you forget you'll probably die" before overloading you with information about the job

side note: literally none of it is that important

jouno heard that you trained with tecchou so now he already has a grudge against you

ditches you like 10 times to go work on his own...you gotta keep going to find him again to ask questions

(why was that how my first day at my job went lol)

plz he hears you coming and uses his ability to dissolve so you can't find him 💀💀

complains constantly that you're being "too loud"?? meanwhile you were only trying to INHALE

does give you decent advice. as in, he tells you to stay tf away from fukuchi if you value mental stability

contradicts this advice immediately after tho by dragging you out on a mission with him and making you witness his torture firsthand ??

it has you re-evaluating your life choices ngl

Teruko

basically jouno 2.0

a little more chill than him tho. has more patience and is great at showing you how things should be done & answering any questions you may have

another one who is so proud to show you her ability. except she doesn't give you a warning and just morphs 3 feet taller out of nowhere

makes you carry her on your shoulders while giving you a (better) tour of HQ and will bonk you on the head if you take a wrong turn

probably makes some snide remarks about your age and how it's likely "you'll make more mistakes"?? all you can think is that's rich coming from the mf that likes to pretend to be a child

teruko is very adamant about protecting the lives of civilians so she REALLY trains you

it's kind of a morality test too. she'll rapid-fire ask you questions and def judges you based on your response

^think of those quizzes where it's like "your best friend and mom are drowning, who do you save first" pointless ass shit

reports back to fukuchi with an IN DEPTH analysis of your behavior, and doesn't hold back

it's important to be on his good side but don't try to show off to him too much. we all know teruko is an attention wh0re and she'll threaten to rip your teeth out if she suspects ur trying to be better than her

Tachihara

you'll probably find yourself gravitating towards him the most

with both of you being the youngest and newest to the hunting dogs, there's a lot you can relate about

your first day went a lot like his actually, and y'all definitely bond over that

helps you out with missions so you don't have to ask the others for assistance cuz they would def make fun of you

tachihara is chill about his job too and just arrests criminals instead of...yknow...cutting them into pieces so that's for sure easier on your stomach

being close with tachi also ensures you'll be closer with jouno since they get along so well

^same for teruko kind of

they'll still tease you guys for being the youngest recruits, but it'll be in a more good-natured way rather than contempt

tachi will randomly use his ability to mess with you, like yanking your saber or your phone out of your hand?? i stg

sits next to you at meetings too and slides you little notes so ur not bored

pls he's so sweet, like a helpful older brother ;-; out of everyone he goes the most out of his way to make you feel more comfortable

taglist: @deadmitochondria @miycutie @scul-pted @exorcisedstraydog @chuuyasboots @shy-socially-awkward-intovert @stygianoir @sonder-paradise @nervousyetconfidentway @beautiful-is-boring @alexaizawa @irethepotato @serenareiss

#hunting dogs bsd #bsd hunting dogs #bsd x reader #jouno saigiku #jouno bsd #jouno x reader #tecchou x y/n #tecchou x reader #bsd tecchou #bsd teruko #tachihara x you #tachihara x reader #bsd tachihara #tachihara michizou #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd x y/n #bsd x you

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blindmagdalena · 11 months

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Center Stage in a Gilded Cage sounds super interesting!! can we get any hints on what it’s about??

yes absolutely! I was filling yandere prompts and REALLY fell down the rabbit hole with this one, but it ended up being pretty different than I expected. the basic premise is that Homelander starts observing a perfectly ordinary citizen go about their daily routine (the reader) and gradually becomes fixated on their potential to remedy the emptiness he experiences in his own home life. they're domestically capable, nurturing, kind, and seem to him a perfect fit. on top of that, he considers their life exceptionally drab and lonely. mundane. he cannot fathom that they're in any way content when they have so little (in his opinion) in terms of material and social fulfillment.

so, he makes the elective decision to kidnap rescue them from their mundane life and bring them into his world. shockingly to him, they're not impressed! they are in fact quite angry, but he has built this up so much in his mind, he refuses to let them leave until they see reason. what ultimately comes of this is a hostage situation wherein Homelander is desperately trying to reconcile how this person can possibly be so miserable when he's offering them the world on a gold platter. it forces him to reevaluate his own perception of freedom, happiness, and fulfillment, and what that might actually mean. he also needs to come to terms with the fact that no matter how prettily it's presented, a cage is still a cage, and for all his power and self-defined freedom, he's also in one. here's a snippit!

Over time, he begins to recognize regulars. People moving back and forth, day in and day out, no different than ants moving grains back and forth. He has to laugh. It's no wonder god abandoned man. Man is fucking boring.

Even the god they made for themselves thinks so.

To ease the monotony, he concocts little stories for the ones he recognizes. He imagines the kinds of lives they live outside of the commutes and routines he observes. He names one of them Peter, and every day he invents a new reason Peter is yet again running late for his train. Because he's always late, Peter never stops for the woman selling street meat on the corner across from the station.

Homelander imagines that the meat she peddles is people, and that she's got her eye on that speedy little rabbit, Peter.

And then one day, he notices you.

Just like all the other busy little bees, you go about your routine each and every day. Sometimes you're in a rush, other times you enjoy your stroll. Regardless, you always find time to stop and give money to the same homeless man occupying one of the few alleyways protected by an awning. Sometimes you linger to chat, other times you can only stop long enough to drop something into his hands.

It isn't always money. Oftentimes you have food for him packed neatly into a little take-out box. Despite the packaging, it looks homemade. You always have a warm smile for him, even when you’re obviously frazzled.

To the rest of the world, this man may as well be fucking invisible, but here you are handing him a box of home cooked food like he's someone who matters. Homelander is the world's greatest hero, and yet some bum on the street is being fed with more love and attention to detail than he ever has.

It's a goddamn joke.

More and more, it becomes apparent to Homelander that you’re pathetically lonely. After a few days of observing you amongst the others, he starts trailing you more actively, forgetting all about Peter and his eventual butcher. You live alone, working and cooking for only yourself and your homeless pal. He watches from a distance while you toil away, cooking more food than you’ll eat in a week for someone you see for a fraction of each of your weekdays.

It couldn’t be more obvious that you’re desperate for someone to take care of.

#wip #homelander x reader #darling anon #ask and you shall receive #thanks for asking! sorry for the longwinded explanation lol #my writing

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noodlesbatches · 2 months

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How I see Prince and Paladin byler is kind of dark ngl-

let me share my idea.

This takes place in 1700s in my idea just so you know!

Mike is a poor orphan who is 17-18 and needs to find a job so he tried to get one at the castle to be a person paladin to the Prince. Prince is a sassy, snotty teen, most of his personal paladins have quit because of his snottiness. The Queen decides to hire someone more of his age to maybe help. (The Queen is not Joyce just so you know, and Will doesn’t have any siblings in my version of the au as well.) Prince Will just has him and the Queen until Sir Micael the Paladin shows up. He becomes a live-in-paladin.

The Prince isn’t all that nice to the paladin at first, but the paladin needs his job so he decides to suck it up. Until one day he finally decides to talk to the Prince since he’s going to have to stay w/ him until he can be “trusted”. The Prince agrees to this. They start hanging out in the grand garden of the palace. Mike would put frogs on Will’s shoulder and tame it to stay there (he was kind of a frog whisperer). Mike loved all animals, he would tell Will that it was his duty to love anything and everything. Mike would spend some of his time after dinner in the library in the castle as a way to get tired. Mike and Will spend days together talking in the garden and around the house. Until one day Mike decides maybe they should go out to his village and where he learned to be a paladin.

Mike takes Will to the village they have a ball. They even sword fight each other (in a playful all-fun-n-games way.). Mike and Will get back and the Queen isn’t home. Mike asks Will about his knack for painting and goes up to the art room to look at it. Later on after looking Mike gives into his urge of kissing the Prince.

Mike panics after word, but Will calms him down by kissing him back. They end up laying in bed together after a make out. Mike then feels a rush of pain/guilt.

“What if they catch us?”

“They won’t.”

“But, what if they 𝘥𝘰”

Will thinks Mike is silly for thinking that some servants would budge in on their business and watch them, but Mike wasn’t lying. He was terrified. He didn’t want Will to die.

“I would take the blame for you.”

“No, Mike, we are in this together.”

“Be honest Will! If they do find out, who will end up getting burnt?”

“I…”

“If a Queen ant and a regular worker ant do something wrong together, which ant will pay the sacrifices Will?”

“Maybe this was a mistake then…”

Mike leaves Wills room at the verge of tears. Choking up so much, he just hopes Will doesn’t see him.

“Yeah, maybe your right.”

The queen returns and Will and Mike have to go down to have dinner w/ her. They have to act as if nothing happened. They didn’t want to be… “disgusting”. After dinner like goes into his room and sobs. He couldn’t take the pain, he 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 Prince Will, but he couldn’t 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 Prince Will.

A day later the queen calls Mike down to talk to him. Mike had a feeling he knew what was going to happen. The Prince was clueless to this all, but its not like the Prince wasn’t in pain. He didn’t want to marry a girl…

“You disgusting swine! How dare you poison my son into that with your- with your 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘊𝘏 𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘍𝘛! You are being sentenced to be hung, tonight.”

Mike expected this 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭. Will found out about the hanging and was asked to come, of course he didn’t go he 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 Mike so much. He sobbed when he found out, he sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. Sir Michael the Paladin was dead the next day Will woke up. Will could never move on- he hears a knock at his door.

“Prince I was cleaning out Sir Michael’s room, I think this is for you, Your Highness.”

Will opens it and reads it

“Dear, Will, I don’t want you to cry about my death. I need you to move on, but moving on doesn’t mean forgetting about thou. Remember everything, the library, the art room, the village, the pond, the frogs, the talks, and especially 𝘮𝘦. Please, for the sake of your legacy and family marry a Princess and have a good life, William. No matter where I am, I will always be looking out for you and protecting you, my dearest William. I don’t regret anything, I would do it all over again if I could. I love you. - Love, Michael the Paladin.”

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I LOVE THSI AU AND HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT SO MUCH I HOPE YOU LIKE MY IDEA OF IT :D

#stranger things #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things s5 #byler endgame #anti mileven #elmike #st5 leaks #byler fanfic #fanfic #byler au

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honeycombhank · 1 month

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Well, I have sad news

⚠️ Pet death trigger warning ⚠️

3/14/24

I was holding my rats how I always do, sometimes one or many at once until everyone has had some good quality time and if I don’t get to everyone then I start the next day with who ever was up next.

Today I had been holding TipToe and Apple pie and then went to feed everyone because it was far past bedtime and I needed to start bedtime routine, this means I make sure I at least look at every rat making sure they are doing well and ensures I never miss something like a new health issue or injury that could have popped up that particular night, I saw everyone, everyone except mama moony, she had not come out for dinner, and even in her old age she always came out to eat dinner and say goodnight, tonight she did not, I knew what this most likely meant and moved boxes and bedding very carefully to try and find her, she was in their fizzy water box house and had passed away sometime this evening. My love helped me move her.. the ants had come to try and salvage her body and I couldn’t handle seeing it.

I won’t describe it but I will say it was really frightening and made me feel so uncomfortable and sad. I couldn’t have kept that from happening because even though I am taking steps everyday to keep the ants at bay they still are coming out immediately at even a thought of something worth it to them. I’m doing my absolute best at keeping things clean..

We quickly found something to put her in and removed her three daughters as well and placed them into a small cage with fresh bedding and water. I will clean their big cage tomorrow.

I have more to say but I just wanted to share what happened with you guys, I hope what I did share wasn’t too scary for anyone.

I am missing our sweet Mama Moony, she was so good at caring for all her babies and really showed such emotion and empathy towards other living creatures, she was always so kind and gave me one of the best experiences getting to watch her give birth and become a mother and seeing her navigate the way of the world.

Rest in peace Mama Moony Pooh. Don’t forget about us up in ratty heaven.

#trigger warning ⚠️#honeycombhank #my pets #rats of tumblr #my rats #ratblr #mother #mama moony #moony Pooh #mama moony Pooh #sad thoughts #i’m sorry #poor thing #ants #pet death #my rat died #tw death

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nancys4gf · 2 years

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OMg I just had an idea, what about best friend reader is in California ant the Byers house and fell asleep while watching a movie with Jonathan and argyle and while they both think reader is sleeping they're having an argument about Jonathan being in love with the reader and the at some point the reader says" I like you too" and they turn to teh reader but they're already asleep again

YESSS!! i love jonathan and argyle's dynamic and more jonathan!friends to lovers omg

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“he’s definitely going to die.”

“he’s not going to die, jeez!”

“he keeps saying emotional shit to everyone, dude,” argyle frantically pointed to the tv. “my man’s going to die.”

jonathan rolled his eyes. “what do you think?”

but when he turned to you, he found your eyes closed, your mouth slightly open, completely asleep as you lay your head on his shoulder.

“i told you we should’ve let them pick the movie.” argyle whispered, but jonathan paid no mind to him, only being able to think about how beautiful you looked.

jonathan had memorized your every feature a long time ago, he was sure he could draw your portrait by heart. yet, he watched you sleep as if it was his first time seeing you. as if you were something from a dream he wanted to hold onto, not wanting to forget it when he woke up.

argyle glanced at his friend, and shook his head disapprovingly.

“dude, you’re pathetic.”

“what?!” jonathan whisper-yelled.

“i don’t think i can stand another second of you looking at them with those puppy-dog eyes. especially not when they look at you like that, too.”

“like what?” he asked, surprised.

“like they want to have your babies. it’s stressing me out.”

“they don’t look at me like–” he scoffed, not being able to finish the sentence.

“oh yes, they do. and if you don’t grow some balls and tell them the truth about how you feel, i might lose it, man.”

“you know i can’t do that,” jonathan spoke quietly, glancing at you as you nuzzled up against him, hiding your face in his neck. he could feel your steady breathing against his skin.

“you only live once, dude. you’ll never know unless you try. be brave.”

“that’s very inspirational. thank you.” he said sarcastically.

“look, you just need some of purple palm tree delight and you’re ready to go, then you come up to them and say–”

but argyle didn’t get to finish the sentence, because a quiet, drowsy voice interrupted him.

“i like you too, jon.”

both of them gasped, directing his gaze towards you. your eyes were half-opened, and a small smile danced on your lips. jonathan merely looked at you, not knowing how to react, until argyle jumped from the couch and cried out,

“see! i told you! i was right. i’m always right. you should know that by now, dude. just like i also know he’s going to die.” he pointed at the screen once again, but jonathan’s attention was fixed on you.

“wait, what do you mean you like me…”

you only let out a snore in response, completely asleep again. jonathan sighed and planted a kiss on the top of your head. even though he felt his heart would burst out of his chest if he didn't find out the way you felt about him, he couldn't bring himself to wake you up and disrupt the peacefulness you looked so angelical in.

“well, let’s hope they remember that tomorrow,” argyle concluded. “can we finish the movie now?”

#jonathan byers #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers imagines #jonathan byers au #jonathan byers fluff #stranger things x reader #stranger things au #stranger things imagines #stranger things fluff #argyle #requests

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tunashei · 7 months

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First impressions of Animorphs!

I'm listening to the Animorphs series while I work, through Animorphs Aloud - a fan made reading of the series. Here are my first impressions/random thoughts about them! Spoilers below if you haven't read them.

Book 5: The Predator

Alright we've got Marco POV. I was dreading this one cause I find him a bit whiny and annoying, but I'm actually quite into it! I think seeing his internal thoughts and worries really helps deepen the character.

My suspension of belief is being tested by the idea of punks dumb enough to try and fight a gorilla.

Ok so if you get hurt and then morph, you lose the damage. But what if you have something stuck in you? Like a bullet.

<I am well. And each of you?> Idk why but I love this line. Polite boy. <3

Ax u fucking numpty where the hell are you going. I was not expecting him to be this...air-headed. And of all the foods for him to try first he got COFFEE?! Not gonna end well. Though is an interesting thought, if you could introduce food to someone who'd never eaten before, what would you pick?

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“Must I carry this?” he asked, indicating his empty coffee cup.

“No, you can just throw it away.”

Bad choice of words. Ax threw the coffee cup. He threw it hard.

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^ This made me laugh out loud at work

Ok so I guess staying undercover is just straight out of the equation now. How are you going to cover up Ax morphing from human to Andalite when he did it in a crowded mall? And then this poor lady watching her lobsters turn into humans/ an alien.

Confirmed can't morph from one animal to another. I thought Jake had done it in book 2 from flea to tiger but turns out I misheard and he did go back to human in between..

The ants lacking the idea of self leading to the group forgetting themselves is legitimately creepy. Imagine if they hadn't regained control, and Tobias watches his friends turn into ants and walk off and they're gone forever...

Put being ripped apart by ants on my list of ways I do not wanna die

Being that this is book 5/54 somehow I doubt this will be Marco's last mission, but considering how against it he's been and the recent traumatising I'm curious what will pull him back. Hoping it will be something that puts the 'should we/shouldn't we' plot point to bed.

You know I really want to know HOW Visser Three got the Andalite body, hope we get to learn that backstory sometime.

AAAAAAAAAAAA Visser One reveal holy shiiit. I KNEW Marco's mom would come back up, but I didn't put the pieces together with Visser One. Haha. Brilliant. I guess this is how we'll be keeping Marco on board.

Oh man the thoughtspeak between Marco and Jake, the only other one to realise. It makes Marcos comments on Tom being a controller in the first books so much juicer. Now you guys have this in common.

Not really sure why Visser Three didn't just kill them then and there

They're in a hurry so can't really blame em but man it would have been good if they could have acquired a Hork-Bajir from the unconscious ones

One thing I appreciate in animorphs is how so far, most of their missions have been failures. This book is probably the biggest failure, they potentially blew their cover with Ax in the mall, got almost killed twice, failed to capture a spaceship and got saved by a Yeerk. I really enjoyed it though, I like Marco a lot more now, I think the big reveal is gonna be great for his character.

#animorphs #first impressions #book #books #reading #audio book #animorphs aloud

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beginwithamin · 1 year

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Roadside // Platonic!BTS x Female!Reader Oneshot

You had always thought the scariest part of this new world was the undead. You had been proven entirely wrong the night before, with the real terror showing itself as humanity.

Summary: BTS and Reader in a post-apocalyptic world based on elements of The Walking Dead, specifically the 'Claimers', and Train to Busan. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!!

Cross-posted on AO3: Here

Contains: Rape/non-con elements, Zombie Apocalypse Au, Anxiety/Panic attacks, Non-sexual intimacy, Angst, Ambiguous/Open Ending

This is my first work and Not Beta Read.

5752 words

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Hi everyone! Thank you for taking the time to read. I have been working on this story for quite a while without the intent to post, but I thought it would be a good idea to share this and get some feedback. In the future I would be interested in rewriting this or adding a part 2, so please let me know if you have any suggestions!

Thanks again, and enjoy!

You had always thought the scariest part of this new world was the undead. You had been proven entirely wrong the night before, with the real terror showing itself as humanity.

You were sitting on the ground, trying to avoid the sense of shame wash over you. You were no longer a strong, fearless woman who wasn’t afraid to take risks and jump headfirst into any sign of danger. Instead, you were now withdrawn and hollow, consumed by fear and self-doubt.

‘How are you feeling?’ Namjoon quietly asks, crouching in front of you so he can see your face. You avoid eye contact, too ashamed to see the look of pity that you expect to be in his eyes.

‘Okay,’ you respond softly, watching an ant crawl up your shoe. The leather of your boot was worn out and covered in dry mud, with a hole wearing out the sole. It seemed so trivial, to be worrying about your shoe, but you’ll need to get a new pair soon. You flick the ant, losing it on the bloody road, wishing you could take its place and have the earth swallow you up.

It’s silent for a moment, Namjoon not knowing what to say. You couldn’t blame him, none of the boys knew how to treat you. They were tiptoeing around you and it made you even more ashamed as to how far it felt like you had fallen. From a brave woman who they could trust to watch their backs, to a frightened girl who had curled up in a ball to shield themself from the world.

You could feel Namjoon’s frown as he contemplated what to do. His hand twitched, as though wanting to provide you with some physical comfort yet not wanting to trigger you as Seokjin had unwillingly done previously.

None of them would ever be able to forget that heart-wrenching cry as you tried to protect yourself from hands you thought would harm you. Seokjin’s hands. His only intention was to provide you with the comfort he thought you needed. To treat the bruises and cuts on your face and to wipe away the tears that were covering your cheeks. Instead, you were consumed by fear as your instinct was to escape the large hands coming towards you, no longer wanting to feel the pain of hits that would leave marks on your skin. No longer wanting to be near hands that would manhandle you like a doll, without any control over your body.

Your face was hurting. Your body was aching. You needed to get out of here.

The lingering metallic smell of blood makes you want to throw up. You could taste it in your mouth, alongside a vile aftertaste that reminded you of the violation that had occurred to your body.

You didn’t want to be reminded of the events that transpired hours earlier. You no longer wanted to feel exposed on the open road. You wanted to find sanctuary. Any safe place where you could cover yourself with a blanket, curl up and not have to look or speak to anybody. You couldn’t handle the nervous energy in the air around you, especially knowing it was all your fault.

‘Are we leaving soon?’ You inquire. Namjoon’s eyebrow rises, and he glances quickly over to Yoongi and Hoseok who are silently watching a few metres away, you follow his glance, making eye contact with Hoseok. The feeling of making eye contact with someone made you feel sick, as it reminded you of how that sick man who had hurt you hours earlier forced you to look at his face. Keep fucking looking at me bitch.

You stop yourself from thinking of those events, redirecting your attention back to Namjoon. He tries to get a good look at your face, though you are more interested in the mud on your boots.

‘We can move as soon as you feel ready.'

You nod, slightly lifting your head to look at his appearance. He looks worn out and the shadows under his eyes don’t make him look any better. The cut on his lip draws your attention, blood still trickling down his chin. He feels your glaze and wipes his face with his sleeve. You had seen enough blood tonight.

‘I’m ready.'

He stands, and waits a moment, as if contemplating before making his decision and giving you his hand. Forcing yourself to not hesitate, you take it, despite the action making your skin crawl. You force yourself to remember. This is my family; they will not hurt me.

As you stand you feel Seokjin’s attention on your and you tilt your head so you can look at his feet, not brave enough to meet his eyes due to how you had reacted to him earlier.

Namjoon slowly places his hand around your elbow as you look at Seokjin’s shoes, guiding you to the bags where the others; Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook are sitting. As you approach, they quickly look up at you and Namjoon in silent question.

‘We’re leaving’ Namjoon confirms. Neither reluctant nor urgent, they stand, gathering your and their brothers’ belongings and returning bags to each other.

You feel a presence behind you, and it makes your heart rate speed up. You hunch over slightly, though would have bent in half if Namjoon didn’t move to hold you up. As you’re about to yell to protect yourself from the threat, you realise it is only Yoongi and Hoseok who have come from behind you to also pick up their bags. You straighten up, feeling ashamed again, looking around to see if anyone else caught your moment of weakness. You find yourself looking at Seokjin again.

He looks at you with an expression that you couldn’t depict well, the only fitting description could be sympathy, as he takes in your bloody form. He makes his way towards you, catching the attention of everyone.

He stops in front of you and lifts up your chin as it had fallen down as he approached.

‘Hyung, maybe you shouldn’t…’ Namjoon goes to stop him. Afraid that Seokjin touching you would set you off again.

But Seokjin ignores him, forcing you to make eye contact with him. This time you catch the warmth in his eyes, not lust like you had seen in that man’s eyes earlier. Instead of the feeling of fear and humiliation, you feel safe. You feel protected. You don’t shy away from him and you give him the bravest look you can muster.

A choked-up ‘Jin’ is all you say. Despite it being broken and barely decipherable, that’s all it takes for him to slowly wrap his arms around you. He uses a hand to guide your head to his neck. You hold in your sob. No one can make you feel as protected as Seokjin. Without him, you wouldn’t have survived day one. He was your protector and he was your brother. And he was there.

‘We’ve got you’ is all he says and that’s all you need.

Each step was a physical reminder of the night before. The continuous throb between your legs made you increasingly aware of the blood and other fluids that were coating your underwear. You were aware of the boys’ eyes on you, making sure that you weren’t going to pass out from exhaustion. No one had gotten rest since the night before.

You had shuffled along for hours now, making significant distance from the rusty car where you were the previous night. Seokjin was guiding each step, refusing to let one of the other boys help you despite also feeling the effects of the lack of sleep.

Surprisingly, it was Jungkook who eventually sat down in the middle of the road, refusing to get up till everyone had a rest.

‘We need to find somewhere safe to sleep tonight’ Jimin groans as he stretches out his tired muscles, Yoongi swatting his foot away when it landed on top of his thigh.

‘We’re not in any condition to be sleeping on this road’ Jungkook agrees, as he starts handing out a water bottle to you and your companions.

Taehyung hums in agreement, taking his backpack off to retrieve the map.

‘There seems to be a couple of houses down here, just past the river’ he says pointing to an area to show Namjoon, their group declared leader. ‘We can make our way here. There should also be some stores nearby for us to restock our supplies.’

Namjoon nods his head in approval, accepting a drink from Hoseok who passes him one of the water bottles to help his dried throat. He glances at you. Noticing the lack of life in your eyes, your inability to focus. And he isn’t the only one to catch it.

‘You doing okay, kid?’ Yoongi asks, his question snapping you out of your daze and realising the eyes that were on you and the water bottle that was being offered.

You nod, sniffling a bit. ‘Just tired’. Yoongi shows no expression yet slightly nods to show he understands, reaching to pass the water to Seokjin.

Seokjin accepts the water bottle from Yoongi to give you a sip. Your hands were starting to shake, exhaustion setting in, making you incapable of holding the water bottle steady. You appreciate the way Seokjin says it, knowing he doesn’t want to make you feel like you’re holding them back. ‘I say we put in one last effort to find some shelter and then we crash for a couple of days.’

Everyone nods in agreement, zipping up their bags in preparation to set off. Jungkook happens to glance at you as he puts his bag back on and notices the blood patch on the back of your jeans.

‘Hey,’ he says to you quietly, gaining your attention as well as an audience of Seokjin and Yoongi. ‘You’re, um, still…’ he gestures shyly, dismissing what he was going to say and replacing it with ‘I’ve got a spare blanket if you want one for your legs’.

You know what he’s trying to imply. The patch was growing embarrassingly big and you felt the familiar feeling of humiliation growing again. You nod mutely, reaching your hand to accept the blanket before another pair of hands intercepts it.

Without you asking, Yoongi starts to wrap the edges around your shoulders, the length of the grey material being long enough to cover your chest and legs. Your hand goes to his arm, your body feeling a bit tense at his close proximity, causing you to unconsciously prepare for a situation where you need to push his body from yours. He ignores the tension as he tucks in the corners of the blanket so it’s trapped against your body.

‘How does that feel?’ he asks softly, not looking at your eyes, instead holding the hand that had grabbed his bicep. You go to move it in embarrassment but he stops you. His thumb draws circles on the back of your hand.

‘Okay.’ you respond. Okay seems to be the only word you can force out of your mouth but it’s enough to receive a satisfied sound from the man opposite you.

You whisper a quiet ‘thank you’ to both Yoongi and Jungkook before allowing Seokjin to wrap his arms around you, supporting most of your weight.

Jimin makes his way to your group of four, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

‘Can I help you?’ he requests before glancing to address Seokjin. ‘You need to rest more Jin-Hyung.

You see Seokjin about to protest but you interrupt him. ‘I don’t mind,’ you think for a moment before an attempt of a smile rises on your face. ‘Jimin is the perfect height for me to lean on anyway’. Even though it was a poor attempt at a joke at the expense of Jimin’s height, the boys still gave you forced laughs at your effort.

They would give you anything if it was to make you smile.

Once again, bags are picked up and handed to their owners. The group continues on.

~ ‘Well, this is it. Home, sweet home’ Jimin announces, lifting his axe, getting ready to clear out the building. Its white exterior blinds you because of the sun, but the man-made structure brings a sense of comfort after walking on the road for so many hours.

‘Don’t get ahead of yourself’ Namjoon says looking at the exterior. ‘We don’t know if it’s safe yet’. He looks around at the group, ignoring the disgruntled looks he gets in return.

‘Jimin, Jungkook and Hobi-ah. You three go in and clear. Yoongi-hyung and I will back you up’.

Seokjin and Taehyung take a seat next to you on the grass straight away as they prepare to wait for the others to finish clearing the home. Hoseok leads the group around the exterior of the house, back to the front door. In the process, the groups knock on the outside walls to lead out any undead towards the front door. It is always safer to have more space Namjoon had said. It also helps to know how many there are, we’ll be able to hear them before we go in.

It reminded you of the times when you’d be the first one in, running head-on into danger that usually results in you getting yelled out for your recklessness. Now, you don’t even feel motivated to get on your feet.

Taehyung sighs and leans his head onto Seokjin’s shoulder. ‘I can’t wait to sleep in an actual bed’ he mutters.

Seokjin hums in agreement. ‘I know. Seems like it’s been so long since we’ve had a roof over our heads.'

You force yourself to not yawn as you look up to the blinding sun. The first thing you wanted to do was to clean yourself off. The wetness of your inner thighs had hurt from chaffing and that constant pain continued to remind you of what had happened.

Your eyes start to prick, not only from the heat of the sun but the pure exhaustion that had consumed your body. You can’t help but start to cry softly, moving your head to tuck your face between your blanket-covered legs.

As you weep you feel a soft hand on your back and another on your hand. You look up to see the deep brown eyes of Taehyung as he looks at you with sorrow.

‘Can I do anything for you, Sweetheart?’ he asks, coaxing a response from your weary figure.

A simple utterance of ‘clean’ is all you need to say. He looks at you for a moment before shifting his gaze to address his hyung.

‘We’ll be back soon Jin-hyung’ he states, leaving no room for rebuttal. After grabbing two bars of soap from his bag, he gently pulls you to your feet and leads you back to the river your group had passed minutes earlier.

‘Will he be okay by himself?’ You ask Taehyung softly, concerned for your older friend. You didn’t like the idea of leaving any of your group members by themselves. The fear of abandonment was still prominent for all of you after being forced to flee from sanctuaries on many different occasions. Different incidents have led to group members being separated from the group, leaving members to fend for themselves in this dangerous and unpredictable world. You knew firsthand how difficult it was to survive in solitude. The looming sense of loneliness was a punishment in itself.

‘Who? Jin-Hyung? He’ll be fine’ Taehyung responded cheerfully, holding your waist to guide you over a large root. ‘The others will be almost finished clearing out our new home soon anyway so he won’t be by himself much longer!’

After a couple of metres, you both hear the river, following its sound until you see its blue hues. The water makes the sun seem even brighter, yet the cool breeze creates a certain humidity that makes you relax.

A thought suddenly comes to you, making you freeze from fear. Does Taehyung expect you to strip in front of him?

Living in the apocalypse with seven men might lead many to believe that the only woman would remain docile and courteous of crossing boundaries. But the eight of you dismissed societal norms. It was the apocalypse. No one had cared. Regularly, you had no choice but to clean your clothes in random streams and rivers on your travels. Nobody was there to stop your group when you’d all get naked to clean the undead’s blood off your skin. Besides, your clothes needed to dry. Despite the group's social isolation, the men still respected you as the only woman in the group, never letting their eyes travel inappropriately. Their respect for you, however, had never stopped you from appreciating them on occasion, though you wouldn’t be the first to admit it.

At this moment, you knew that Taehyung would never look at you in a way that would make you uncomfortable. Nonetheless, you couldn’t help but tense up at the thought of the man seeing you in your vulnerable state.

You were relieved yet startled when Taehyung seemed to be aware of this as he made his way into the river. Fully clothed.

You show a faint smile ‘Tae, I don’t think that’s going to be very effective in cleaning your skin.’

He only gives you a grin, dipping his head under the water. ‘Come on, Slow Poke!’ he waves his hand, gesturing for you to join him. ‘It feels beautiful’.

You make your way into the cold water, stopping occasionally to get used to the feeling.

The cool water felt like a luxury and alongside a cool breeze, it helped you to slow your breathing and reduce the panic that had been growing. You tilted your head back, the water muffling your hearing, and your eyes closed, attempting to relax. You slowly let your feet rise from the river ground, your body floating slightly as you let yourself drift into Taehyung’s direction.

When you reach him, he moves before you to take your hands, grabbing your attention.

‘How do you feel now?’

You start breathing quicker, reminded of what made you want to get in the water in the first place. ‘I need to get these clothes off.’

‘I’ll turn around. But let me know if you need anything, okay?’ He says, after slowly nodding.

You start to get teary, a small ‘okay’ escaping your mouth.

True to his word, Taehyung turns around and keeps his eyes alert for potential threats. After a couple of seconds of making sure he won’t turn around, you begin to take off your shirt.

You know it’s dumb to think Taehyung would turn around, but you can’t help but be fearful of having eyes on your naked body. You had already experienced that feeling more than you would have liked.

Your skin was covered in cuts and bruises. After taking off your shirt and bra, you look at the flesh on your chest. Your breasts had marks from the hands that had roughly groped and pulled at your skin. Cute fucking titties, slut.

You let your hands wipe your arms and chest, slowly tracing the marks left on your body. You slowly bring your hand to the cut on the left side of your hip, a shallow wound that was only the length of a small needle. It stung as you slightly traced your hand over it, your fingers making your way down to unbuckle your belt. If you keep fighting, I’m gonna have to gut you, whore.

The belt had been useless to you. It had been more useful to the man. He had used it to tie up your wrists, assisting him in pinning your arms underneath both of your weights. It had left ugly purple marks around your wrist, and it made your fingers tingle when remembering the pain. If you keep wriggling bitch, the belt’s gonna get tighter.

After a quick glance over your shoulder to make sure Taehyung wasn’t looking, you take a deep breath before you slowly begin to pull down your jeans. Look at your fucking pussy.

Can’t wait to fuck it.

You’re such a fucking whore aren’t you?

If you don’t stop fucking moving, I’m gonna fuck you dry. Ya hear me?

‘You okay?’ It’s distant but it snaps you out of your memories. Taehyung. You let out a small sob. You can’t do this.

‘Tae. I need your help.’ You sniffle, slowly turn around to see him giving you a concerned glance. Keeping his eyes on yours. He approaches you, lifting his finger to catch the tear rolling down your cheek.

‘I’m here, you’re okay. What do you need me to do?’ He asks, grabbing your clothing that is starting to sink below the water. ‘Do you want to leave the water, Darling? You think that might help?’

You shake your head. You don’t think you could handle being naked without something like the water covering you.

‘I can’t take off my pants’ You feel like an idiot. Like a child. You feel useless. And those feelings get worse when you begin to cry even more, your shoulders shaking and your throat constricting as you try to avoid showing your tears to Taehyung.

He grabs your shoulders lightly and turns you around slowly.

‘Just wait a second’ he says softly, not mentioning your tears. You’re grateful. You patiently wait, hearing sounds of clothing hitting the water.

‘Here.’ Keeping your back to him, he wraps the sleeves of his long-sleeved shirt around your waist, trying to stick the material to cover your backside where your jeans were still slightly pulled down. ‘I’m not looking, and my shirt will cover to make sure I can’t see. Does this help?’

Repressing your sniffles, you nod and move your hands to pull down your jeans again. You hear Taehyung turn around in the water and start to hum. Listening, you begin to take off the rest of your clothing, letting his melody distract you from your thoughts.

‘I’m done.’ You state emotionlessly as you turn your head to give Taehyung the remainder of your clothing. He in turn grabs your clothes, while passing you one of the bars of soap. Still humming his song, he starts to wash your clothes with the other.

You turn your head in humiliation, knowing that he’s going to see the disgusting state your panties and jeans were in.

‘I’m sorry’

He stops his humming.

‘For what?’

You shrug, feeling his eyes at the back of your head. You bring your arms to cover your breasts, starting to feel the effects of the cold water more prominently. ‘It’s gross.’ He doesn’t say anything for a couple of seconds, but you can hear the rough rubbing of his soap on your clothes slow down. You both just listen to the water moving as Taehyung moves your clothes around in the water.

‘You don’t have to apologise.’ He says softly, ‘They’re just clothes. We can find you something new if you don’t want to wear these again’.

‘I don’t mean the clothes… I mean… sorry you have to deal with me…’

You feel his gaze on the back of your head, and his voice hardens.

‘Don’t say that. I’m here because I want to be. And we’re staying because we love you.’

He sighs shallowly and you hear him start scrubbing at your clothes again. ‘It’s okay to need help, Sweetheart’.

You don’t say anything, feeling a lump in your throat. Only if I deserve help.

When the house comes back into sight, you see Jungkook and Jimin talking while grabbing Taehyung’s bag from the ground where he had left it. Both boys look up as you approach the building, Taehyung’s arm giving you exhausted body support.

While you were exhausted, you felt much more refreshed. The cool water had soothed your chaffing and had relieved the throbbing of your bruises, but with the sun starting the set, you were starting to shiver in the breeze.

Jimin left Jungkook to pick up Taehyung’s bag and walked to meet you and Taehyung, standing on your other side. You gave him a weak smile and allowed him to wrap his arm around your waist. He gave you a soft smile in response.

‘How are you feeling?’

You look up at him. ‘Much better, I’m all clean now.’

Once the words leave your mouth, the events of the night before hit you again, the reason you were so dirty in the first place. The boys sense a shift in your moods, and their smiles quiet down as the three of you follow Jungkook into the house.

It felt strange to step into a house again, especially one which had been abandoned for however long it had been since the dead became undead. There was a layer of dust on every surface, and cobwebs in every corner. You spotted Namjoon using an old towel. Starting to rid the house of said cobwebs and dust on every surface.

Every room of the house seemed to be in a state of disrepair, from mouldy couches to cracked paint. Rooms that were once filled with laughter, joy and family were now empty and desolate.

After being abandoned for many years, this house is a testament to the passing of time and the inevitability of decay in this world.

‘We’ve set up the beds!’ Hoseok’s loud voice and echoing footsteps through the passageway make you jump in fear, forcing Taehyung and Jimin to tighten their hold before you crumble to the floor.

Hoseok’s smile falls from his face straight away when he sees you, realising you had been frightened by his sudden approach. There is a moment of silence before Seokjin makes his way out of a room adjacent to where Hoseok had stopped.

‘Well, what are you waiting for? Show the others your set up’ He says, making his way past everyone. His normalcy is what snaps everyone else back into gear, you, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook following Hoseok into the room at the back of the house.

This room, like the others, was filled with cracked paint and scratched floors, the only difference being a fresh breeze coming through the open window and the mattresses that had been placed next to each other in the middle of the floor.

It almost felt homely.

‘Looks great, Hyung!’ Taehyung says cheerfully, moving his arm from your shoulder to grab his bag off Jungkook. ‘I dibs this spot!’

Jungkook gives a grin and goes to grab him, ‘No way, I already called dibs, and so did Hyungs! You’re over by the toilet!’

Leaving the two youngest boys to fight over their sleeping positions, Hoseok turns to you.

‘Your mattress is over here, in the corner’ He leads you over the two queen mattresses to the single one in the corner. There are already pillows and blankets set up for you, and someone had already placed your bag on the bed.

You give Hoseok a nod and immediately sit down sighing as you take your boots off your feet.

‘Where did you get all the mattresses from?’ You hear Jimin ask, you tune in, busy trying to untie your laces with your shaky hands. You still need to replace your boots.

‘There are quite a few rooms in the house,’ you hear Hoseok say in return as they turn to leave the room, ‘Two guest bedrooms and a room for twins, I think. Enough for six, and two can stay on watch.’

Normally your group would only need one person on watch, but considering the circumstances, you can understand why everyone would be on edge.

Finally kicking off your boot, and feeling utterly drained, you collapse onto the bed, pulling the blanket over your whole body. As you feel yourself start to sob from everything that has been weighing on you, you turn your back to the rest of the room and curl up against the wall.

You hear Jungkook and Taehyungs bickering start to quiet down, both hearing your sobs.

You’re exhausted, both mentally and physically. You bury your head into the pillow, trying to quiet your breathing and muffle your cries.

‘Y/n?’ Jungkook says uncertainly, but you don’t answer, your sobbing only getting louder.

‘Jungkook, Taehyung,’ you hear a voice from the door. Yoongi. ‘give her some space, she’s exhausted.’

You hear them hesitantly shuffle out of the room, slowly closing the door behind them. As soon as the door closes, your cries get louder.

Tears streaming down your face, and your thoughts spiralling out of control, you try to take deep breaths, hoping it would take all the pain away. Each breath hurts your chest and the invisible sadness pushes against your lungs. You couldn’t lift it.

As exhaustion hit, your sobs began to subside, but the ache remained. The ache between your legs, your swollen eyes and your sore throat are a constant reminder. The salty tears rolling across your lips reminded you of the cut on Namjoon’s face.

Your body shakes with the intensity of your sobs, feeling the mattress beneath you fade away, completely focused on the wave of panic coming across your body.

The tightness in your chest made it hard to breathe. With your thoughts spiralling out of control, you start gasping for air, feeling like you’re suffocating. Your heart is beating like a jackhammer and you feel like you’ve completely lost control.

Eventually, your hyperventilation diminishes, but the sadness lingers through your chest, and the fear remains during your sleep.

Humiliation. Utter humiliation. The cold air on your legs contributed to the goosebumps that rose on your skin. The feeling of multiple eyes on you made you feel sick.

It had been a still night like all others. You had been settling down on an abandoned road, using a rusty car wreck as shelter from the icy wind. You hadn’t had a proper meal in weeks, food had been scarce since leaving your last sanctuary.

The fact that you and your group had even met each other was lucky. On the day of the outbreak, the eight of you were all travelling in the same train carriage on the way to Busan. When the train was eventually overrun by the undead, you and the boys had joined together to protect each other from the flesh-eating, decayed humans. If you can even call them that.

Your group had travelled together for months, the real amount of time being unknown. You had all found comfort and trust in one another, over time saving each other’s lives on multiple occasions. An unbreakable bond had formed between you. A bond that could best be described as family.

Other times there had been temporary homes, but due to the dead migrating rapidly and the urgency for supplies, you had kept moving.

It was a couple of days into winter, making travelling on food increasingly difficult. Namjoon had suggested a gated community. There would be enough buildings to scavenge and perhaps somewhere to create a home for yourselves, just until the herds of dead moved past.

You and the other 6 men had agreed. Exhausted and hungry, tired smiles had appeared on a few of your faces, excited at the possibility of having a longer break. However, in the midst of your exhaustion, your group had become less careful. You had missed the signs. Cars with no dust on the bonnets, blood splatters and the dead’s corpses near the front gates. You had all been unaware of the living people within the gated community until gunshots threatened your group.

In a panic, you had split ways; Taehyung and Jungkook being separated, while the rest of you ran towards the highway. After a couple of nights, waiting to rendezvous with the two younger boys, the remaining group members had decided to set up a temporary campsite next to a beat-up Honda Civic, which you had immediately claimed as your bedroom.

You had taken a while to fall asleep that night, restless seemingly without reason. Your heart had been beating fast, but you had brushed it off, believing it was regarding the anxiety around the unknowing whereabouts of Taehyung and Jungkook. You had eventually fallen asleep but had been awoken by a living nightmare.

You didn’t know who was supposed to be on watch, and you don’t want to ask. There was no use pointing fingers. All you know is that there had been a strange man with an unnerving smile. He was knocking on your car’s window, looking at your figure lying on the back seats.

You had immediately sat up, backing towards the opposite side of the car. You could hear your brothers arguing with other voices near your group's small fire. Perhaps that fire had been another mistake. Though that wasn’t your main concern.

Hearing pleading tones was unusual for the men in your group.

While you were backing away from the disturbing man at the window, you failed to notice another presence until the car door abruptly opened behind you.

You had been at the mercy of the two men until they swapped places with their three friends who had been holding your brothers at gunpoint. Striking them with their fists whenever they tried to hit back

The men forced your brothers to watch. Horror and distress in their eyes until the sun rose to indicate a new day. Until Taehyung and Jungkook saved you.

Storming onto the road, guns loaded, Taehyung shot the men holding his brothers at gunpoint, and Jungkook shot at the men holding down your arms. After that, he sliced the throat of the one that had been on top of you.

It was over so quickly. The longest night of your life had ended in an instant.

Seokjin was immediately by your side, going to wrap you in his arms, when you screamed in response. You huddled yourself against the car, trying to hide from the hands you thought would hurt you.

They could only look at you.

It wouldn’t usually be a bad thing, but then, it caused shivers to run through your spine. You felt their gazes despite tucking your head into your arms and knees. They used to look at you with admiration and fondness, but that had changed to how they had looked at you then… with despair.

Nothing was ever going to be the same.

#bts x fem!reader #bts x reader #first fic #kim namjoon x you #min yoongi x you #kim seokjin x you #jung hoseok x you #park jimin x you #kim taehyung x you #jeon jungkook x you #zombie apocolypse au #bts au fic #bts zombie au

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morhido · 1 year

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Canon didnt give me enough amity and willow content so i'm making it myself

Willow accidentally left this hairclip at amity's house and amity kept forgetting to give it back to her. After their friendship ended, it stayed tucked away at the bottom of a drawer, blending in with the rest of the clutter until amity could almost believe it was hers in the first place.

(But she could never forget. It had been one of willow's favourites, after all. It pained her to keep the reminder of what had been broken – of what she had broken – but she didn't have the heart to just get rid of it.)

The day after her trip to willow's mindscape, amity asks her to meet her after school so that no one will see – because she can't prevent boscha from bullying willow if she's been kicked out of her inner circle. She half expects willow not to show up at all, but the girl eventually slips behind the bleachers outside the grudgby pitch, with gus nearby but out of earshot.

Willow, barely managing to meet her eyes, mumbles out a greeting and a, "so, uh... what did you want to talk to me about?"

Amity flounders through an equally awkward greeting, coughs, and then quickly holds out two things. One of them is the hairclip, and the other one is an old, crumpled sachet with a label.

"Dino muscipla seeds?" willow reads, slowly taking it and turning it over. "What... is this?"

Amity rubs her thumb along the hem of her uniform. "When we were seven, at lake lacuna. We were looking at flowers and you complained about wanting to be on the plant track, even though your dads wanted you to be on abominations. So i bought a pack of seeds so we could do some gardening together – but my mom wouldn't let me ruin our garden, and your house didn't have a proper garden at the time, but i wanted it to be a surprise so i never told you – and then i could never find a nice enough place to do it, since, y'know, i was seven – and then i never, um, actually found a place, ha. Uh, but i thought, since you have your garden now, um, maybe you could – i don't know – use them? Finally? So, uh. Yeah."

Her hand twists on the edge of her tunic. She diverts her gaze and pretends to be watching an ice ant scuttle across the ground.

"Oh," willow says airily, gaze still fixed on the packet. "Um, thanks."

She doesn't offer to plant the seeds together, like originally planned. Amity doesn't expect her to. She might have done, a lifetime ago, but there are still weeds growing in the cracks of their long-shattered sisterhood.

Willow also takes the hairclip in amity's other hand, and brightens upon seeing the familiar petals. "Oh, i was wondering where that was!"

"You left it on my bedside drawer at a sleepover," amity supplies. "Then i, uh, kept forgetting to give it back, until..."

The words mesh uncomfortably in the air, lingering like a miasma for an agonisingly long five seconds. Willow runs her finger across the clip, amity picks at the seams of her clothes. Neither of them look at each other.

Then willow slips it into her hair and gives it a gentle pat. "Thank you. Again."

"No problem," she mutters.

They wave their goodbyes. Willow shows the seeds off to gus and they walk home together, like always. Amity disappears behind the school, opting to take the long way to her house.

Willow wears the hairclip for the rest of the week. And the week after that, and again the week after that. Until it's broken in their fateful grudgby match, then she keeps it in her own drawer alongside king's charm bracelet, one of gus' spare paper clorps, and a rock in the shape of a flower from her dads.

One night, when amity is cleaning out her bedroom, she spots that empty space in her drawer where willow's clip should be and her heart siezes. But then she remembers willow gently touching it when luz said it looked pretty, periodically tapping it to make sure it was still there, fidgeting with it when she was struggling in class, tucking loose strands of hair behind her ear so it was easier to see.

She remembers gus pointing out how often she wore it, and willow softly responding, "yeah, it was my favourite when i was younger, but it got lost for a while. I'm glad i finally have it again. I kinda missed it" and fighting off an obnoxious grin.

And she remembers her following it up with, "oh, by the way, i got some new seeds! Wanna help me plant them? Dino muscipla – it's carnivorous!" and finally allowing herself to smile at the sound of willow's voice.

#*banging pots and pans* i am NOT fucking stopping until my willow and amity friendship quota is met #anyway. i rewatched understanding willow and i have thoughts #not coherent ones! but they're up there!!!#toh #the owl house #toh willow #willow park #toh amity #amity blight #gekkering

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tagged by @tmarauder101

Rules: Post 10 of your favorite movies and tag 10 people.

10) Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle

there is something so delightful about this movie. it’s fun, it’s camp, and i will never say no to jack black shenanigans and karen gillan being a BAMF. also bethany is transmasc send tweet

9) Ant-Man and the Wasp

i will fight tooth and nail about the fact that the ant-man movies are the best movies from the mcu. if there is any mcu movie i rewatch and don’t scrub through, it’s this one.

8) Girl VS Monster

this movie is pure art. diemata’s “nothing’s gonna stop me now” is a cultural reset for me. also the skylar/ryan/myra throuple just about being canon when they sing “had me @ hello” together at the end of the movie??? we love to see poly rep

7) Knives Out

this movie is just art. i love a good murder mystery and this is great with a rewatch. i think glass onion was really great too but this one in particular will hold a special place in my heart.

6) Lovestruck

i’m SO mad that they moved this to hulu premium because it used to be on the freeform app. but basically it’s a movie musical where a woman takes a de-aging potion and tries to get her daughter’s husband to cheat on her daughter with her now young self. it’s got drew seely and chelsea kane singing “dj got us fallin’ in love” and i want to perform this dance at my wedding. also “how can i remember to forget” is SUCH a good ballad

5) Enchanted

who doesn’t love enchanted? it’s my favorite disney movie and though the sequel is mid, the original will ALWAYS be the best. the “so close” scene where robert starts singing UGH my heart.

4) Crazy Rich Asians

this is one of those movies that i find myself rewatching a lot with my family specifically. we can quote some scenes verbatim. we just love this movie. it’s a delight.

3) Room

this is a big change in tone but i just love this movie. i stan brie larson. stream “finally out of p.e.” that album slaps. but yeah it’s just heartbreaking and it’s always great on the rewatch and jacob tremblay is so good and so is brie larson and i just love it. it hurts me but in the best way possible.

2) Free Guy

i can’t articulate how much i love this movie. ryan reynolds. jodie corner. joe keery. the guy who plays rajit in basmati blues. it’s so funny and it’s one that i will never get sick of and it just brings me so much joy.

1) I Kissed A Vampire

this movie is awful. it’s terrible. it’s near unwatchable. but it is my Favorite Movie. i know so much of it by heart. i know the choreography. i know every lyric of every song. i bought the deluxe album on apple music. i’ve watched it with every person who lets me subject them to this awful movie. i’ve had friendships threatened because of this movie. i know way too much about this movie and the actors in it. i’ve seen the original web series just as much. if you haven’t watched the movie and love bad movies, watch it. it’s got drew seeley as an angsty vampire who is SO politically incorrect named trey sylvania. it’s got lucas grabeel (ryan from high school musical) as the lead. and it’s got the 17 year old daughter of the producer playing the main female love interest and her performace is absolutely grueling and i love her so much. apparently she works with snakes now??? go you queen.

@carronyaflowers @queenofmoons @davidalleynethinksfast @acroreader @sunflowerteaofficial @shipskicksandgiggles @jack-the-bear @joyful-soul-collector @gayrudeboys @genderenvyincarnate

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mxtantrights · 1 year

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in this lifetime (4)

“You called?” a voice from above asks.

All five of you scatter like ants. You weren’t expecting him. Neither were they. That’s why everyone else is on high alert, weapons drawn. Drawn at him in the sky. He’s about a few feet high above the group.

“Wait- I called him. Stand down.” you say quickly.

Slowly everyone seems to be less tense. Namor, lands on the ground with his two feet. You’d be lying if you said he didn't look good. But that wasn’t the mission.

“Do they know who I am?” he asks you in his native language.

It had been so long since you heard it. Your tongue ties in knots thinking of how to answer him.

“No.” you answer.

“You know this dude?” Sam asks.

You turn to him, “Yes. It’s a very long story which I can’t exactly tell. But he might know who was behind the box.”

“Box?” Namor asks.

You turn back to him. You can feel the whiplash setting into your neck.

“Yes. That expelled a blue mist.” you add on.

He shrugs his shoulders, “It’s not from me.”

“I know that but maybe you can find out who it came from?” you ask.

He nods once.

“Thank you, Namor.” you say.

He smiles with a chuckle, then he’s turning his back to you. To all of you. Namor looks back once, at you.

“What will you tell them?” he asks in his native language again.

You can’t forget about the other men standing around you. How they have no clue that a whole civilization exists under some deep water miles and miles away. No one will ever know. That’s the way Namor likes it.

The only way you know is because you’re not human. Things like this, concerning beings of great power and myths and lore, tend to be in your wheelhouse. For you tenth birthday you traveled to Asgard on a whim.

You shrug this time, “That we used to be lovers, I won't tell them about talokan.” you answer.

He nods once. And then he’s off again. Into the air and out of view like he was never there to begin with. You watch with half a smile on your face.

“So, did flying man know who sent the box?” Sam asks.

You shake your head, “I asked him to find out. We’ll see.”

“What language was that?” Peter asks this time.

“A very old one.” you side step and beginn walking again.

“That wasn't an answer.” Bucky states.

“You’ll find that I don’t always have the answers. But then again you would know that better than anyone here.” you quip.

“Woah,” sam starts and you stop walking, “what’s this tension going on? It’s not good for the mission it’s gonna mess up the vibes.”

“The vibes? Sam, please.” Bucky speaks.

“It’s true. We need all the good vibes we can get.” Peter adds on.

You can hear Matt trying to keep down his laughing over the bickering. You on the other hand have no need to keep the secret in the dark any longer. Bucky be damned.

“I’ve seen Bucky on several occasions during his very long lifetime.” you answer.

Peter and Sam look at you like you’ve grown a new head. Matt is- well he’s looking at you but he’s not making any faces. Bucky is though. He looks shocked that you were the one to say anything.

“How old does this make you?” Peter asks first.

You smile and turn back to walk again, “Time is just a construct Peter.”

#marvel #Bucky Barnes blurb #bucky barnes x reader #marvel blurb #marvel fic #bucky barnes fic #itl

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