#His suit is a different color in the second one because the lighting was very bright and he was washed as fuck

[angelltheninth]

Can I request a fem reader wearing something skimp around the hazbin men

Something skimpy... hm... that can be a lot of things.

Pairing: Alastor, Lucifer, Adam, Husk, Sir Pentious, Vox, Valentino x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, suggestive, flirting, kissing, playful biting, sexy clothes, height difference, kabedon

A/N: Love seeing some sexy clothes on sexy people, which is everyone. That's right. You are beautiful to someone.

Alastor would throw his coat over you at first glance out of fear that you're cold. Wearing so little, what are you thinking? At least warn him, you're to pretty to just show so much skin and expect him to keep it together. Still feels you would be cold so he invites you to cuddle and kiss by the fire, and he can have his coat back.

Lucifer sees you and all six of his wings pop out. You know exactly what that reaction means and what kind of night you're in for. Which was part of the reason you chose this tight as hell dress, and also so you can watch his eyes literally light up when you walk up to him and bend down to give him a deep kiss.

Adam won't even give your outfit a second glance. Not because he doesn't think it suits you, you look very good in it, a bit too good and you have a meeting in a few minutes. It's gonna be very hard for him to keep his hands to himself during it, which now that he thinks about it may have been your plan all along.

Husk is careful not to ruin your outfit by being hasty and grabby. He uses his wings to cover you from view of others, audibly purring when you press close to him, skin to fur. Wants and will put his mouth and tongue all over every inch of your bare body when you're alone, which is prays is soon.

Sir Pentious doesn't know where he should look when you walk out barely wearing anything. He hides behind his hat but it too is blushing and his tail keeps tapping nervously against the floor. Doesn't want you to cover up or anything, he's only trying his best to be a gentleman.

Vox pulls you into his lap, his broadcast being postponed until he has his fill of you. This is why you wore something like this right, for his attention? Little do you know you would have it no matter what you chose to wear, you'd have all his attention, his kisses, his touches, his love and his lust all in one.

Valentino makes your outfit hit the floor in a span of a few minutes of you putting it on. It's lovely on you, he hopes you wear it more, such pretty, sexy lingerie, in his colors no less. Will buy you more just like this, you can wear it under your clothes while you work, he will buy you new ones for each he ruins.

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #lucifer x reader #adam x reader #husk x reader #sir pentious x reader #vox x reader #valentino x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel fluff #x female reader

[risuola]

Welcome, dear reader, in the depth of the dirtiest little fantasies. This masterlist consists of writings, that'll explore kinky topics with JJK men, some take place in jujutsu universe, some not.

Now, get comfy, turn off the lights and let us begin. We'll do it slowly, gradually diving deeper, and deeper…

Starring: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Sukuna Ryomen, Kamo Choso, Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Toji

Please read warnings to each piece.

01 OCTOBER 2023

SAY MY NAME — starring: GOJO SATORU, who you matched with on the dating app

Internet is such a weird place. Never in your life you thought that you'd go to bed with a complete stranger that you met through the internet, but when you found yourself standing in front of the room in one of the most expensive hotels in Tokyo, you somehow thought now more about the man himself than the very obvious fact that you should not go but run home. But then he opened the door. — 7,8k words

cw: overstimulation, anonymous, one night stand

06 OCTOBER 2023

DON'T HOLD BACK — starring: GETO SUGURU, who’s as sweet as he's mean to you

If anyone got to know Suguru Geto, they would say that he's really nice guy, very kind and soft spoken, and they wouldn't be exactly wrong, but it seemed like you were the only person in the world that knows that Suguru, your tattoo artist boyfriend, is a meanie. — 7,9k words

cw: size difference, spanking, hair pulling

11 OCTOBER 2023

BREATHE THROUGH YOUR NOSE — starring: KAMO CHOSO, who’s your not-so-ordinary roommate

Blood is Choso’s thing, so it’s no surprise that he’s absolutely turned on when you show up in your shared room covered in it. Quickly, he abandoned watching tv and focused all of his attention on you. To help you, of course. — 2,4k words

cw: temperature play, breath play, choking, blood kink, body worship

16 OCTOBER 2023

I LOVE THE WAY IT HURTS — starring: FUSHIGURO TOJI, who adores the way your long nails break through his skin

One thing you learned during your long-term affair with Toji is that he perceives pain as something arousing. The adrenaline rush of stinging sensation, the metallic taste of blood on his tongue – those things send signals straight to his cock. You, on the other hand, are more than happy to scratch his body red. — 2,5k words

cw: marking, scratching, biting, pussy eating, handjob, blood kink if you squint, bruises, brief aftercare

21 OCTOBER 2023

BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR — starring: SUKUNA RYOMEN, who leads a gang of curses

Ever heard of that saying to keep your friends close and your enemies closer? Yeah, you took that one straight to your heart, and pussy, because sleeping – no, rough fucking with the most dangerous enemy you own became a second nature to you. You became Sukuna's toy, you knew he was playing with you, satisfied to fuck you brainless whenever he felt like it but thing is, he's also unable to say no to you, what pisses him off. But once, you show up at his doorstep all covered in blood and he cannot say no to helping you. — 6,2k words

cw: hate fucking, enemies to lovers, dub con, shower sex, praise

26 OCTOBER 2023

OPEN YOUR MOUTH FOR ME — starring: NANAMI KENTO, who joined you for a simple mission during the Halloween night

You liked to joke that Nanami is always overdressed for the occasion. His suits were always crisp and perfectly tailored, showing the unmatched confidence with their color – light beige fabric in combination with dark blue button-up perfectly accentuated his mature features and blonde hair. Your work colleague knows how to dress to impress, and the grown-up apparition matched his character perfectly. Both were cold and calculated, so once, you decided to greet him in the hotel room a little underdressed. — 3,1k words

cw: lingerie + suit, blindfold, face fucking/deepthroating

31 OCTOBER 2023

CALL IT DOUBLE TROUBLE — starring: GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU, who have a habit of sharing everything

It’s been a while since you last saw your college ex-boyfriend Gojo and a Halloween party led to your reconnection. It was cool to see him again, although your break-up was messy. What turned out to be a plot twist, was that he now has a handsome best friend and together, they are deadly. — 6k words

cw: exes to lovers, threesome, double penetration, praise, cum play & more

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk kinktober #jujutsu kaisen kinktober #gojo #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #geto #geto suguru #suguru geto #toji #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji #nanami #nanami kento #kento nanami #kamo choso #choso kamo #choso #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryomen #jjk smut #jjk fluff #gojo smut #geto smut #sukuna smut #toji smut #nanami smut #choso smut

[queenie-the-court-jester]

Cult of the sacrificial lamb ♡

a/n: there is no actual lamb cult, I just like the title 😭 nsfw, mentioning their cock and titty sizes lmao

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★poka and juniper the Valais black nose's: the twins are inseparable. You need to bathe one but it's not the other's bath time yet? Suck it up then, 'cause they're both going in the tub now. No guarantee you won't get splashed with water. Poka is colorblind, and juniper is.. interesting. Who knows what's wrong her. The only way you can tell the difference between them is through their eyes. Who's blind and who isn't.

Physical appearance: they're both dark skinned with loosely curly black hair. At this point you should give them a haircut. Juniper has green eyes and poka has blue eyes. Juniper is 130 lbs, while poka is 120 lbs. (Juni's packing some pretty big milkers, DD cup bra. Poka got a 6 incher) 5'5

★violet the harri: violet is a little violent. Her name suits her. Kinda. You could be busy doing your chores and she'd tackle whoever decided to come within a 15 foot radius of your location. She likes to bite too, they out multiple muzzles on her only for her to chew through them. She's only ever docile with you, kinda. Just ignore the multiple bite marks around your arms.

Physical appearance: B cup, 140lbs, white long hair, pale as fuck, and violet eyes, 5'3

★azucar the Columbia sheep: I was hesitant to put azucar here since she's 17, legally a minor. I won't do any nsfw content with her because it makes me uncomfy. She can be the sweetest hybrid you ever met or the meanest. No in-between. Her moods flip like a light switch, unpredictable. She'll cuss you out in Spanish and then t-bag you. Talk about a hormonal teenager

Physical appearance: c cup, 137 lbs, curly white hair, pale skin, black eyes, 5'4

★wehrner the American black belly: he has daddy vibes, like he could bend you over his knee and spank your ass because you didn't address him as 'sir'. Bastard. You often catch him shamelessly fapping behind a tree in the fields, even when you freeze and stare at his impressive dick he doesn't stop, instead, inviting you to join him. And that's the story of how he got the cone of shame.

Appearance: 8 incher, 150 lbs, 5'7, long black and brown hair, grey eyes, peach skin, large horns curled around his ears

★Sally the angora goat: 'it's earthworm Sally! Carrying diseases from Florida to Cali!' That is her theme song fr. She's been fooling around with the neighboring farm's ram's so much you doubt she isn't carrying a couple STDs and maybe rabies too. Although she is very bubbly and cheerful, she just starts so much unnecessary drama with the other animals

Appearance: curly long white hair, pale skin, red eyes, D cup, 120 lbs, 5'6

★opal the Tennessee fainting goat: she's so tiny, and mean. She bit your ass and chest so many times you're always looking around your surroundings before entering the fields. Although recently you discovered a rather popular way to stun her and run away

Appearance: black straight hair (I bet she has split ends), peach colored skin, tiny horns on her head, 90 lbs, 4'10, A cup

★sasha the Australian cashmere goat: Sasha is quiet and stoic, but she doesn't hesitate to step in Incase somebody wants to start a fight. She's Kim's second favorite female (you're the first ofcourse)

Appearance: fluffy platinum blonde hair, pale skin, black eyes, small horns sprout from her head, B cup, 152 lbs, 5'9

★kim the dutch landrace goat: Kim can either be your angle or your debil. Yes that misspelling was intentional. More than once has he tried humping you, even convincing the girls to try and help him, except you keep running away. STOP RUNNING AWAY. Is it so bad he wants to impregnate you with his children!?

Appearance: long silky black-blond hair, bro is ripped, large horns curl around his head, 160 lbs, 5'11, 7 incher

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#yandere x reader #yandere x darling #queenie writes #queenie ocs #ocs #yandere #yandere female #yandere male #male yandere #yandere male x reader #Yandere female x reader #Yandere x you #yandere drabble #Yandere intro #Yandere hybrids #Yandere goats #Yandere sheep #Yandere hybrids x reader #Poly yanderes #Nonbinary yandere

[flowery-mess]

Honeymoon with Noah

MATCHING SWIMMING SUIT

You thought you would have to beg him to match, but surprisingly he gave in very soon

That's because he secretly loves it

He loves showing that you're his and he loves seeing you happy, that's both in one

You wanted to go to explore a new country, like somewhere in europe or in asia

But then you decided for the basic Maldives honeymoon, because with your work and his work, you don't really have time to relax this way

So you agreed on 10 days full of sea and beach and sun

Noah wanted to stay at thise little houses above water, but that would send you into a coma

Water scares you and you wouldn't sleep for the whole 10 days, thinking that some bigger wave could splash your house down

So you agreed on little house apartment close to the beach

There is something about traveling with your partner and you just love it

Sleepy drive to the airport, sleep some more on the flight and then yay you're in heaven

Sunscreen

I repeat, SUNSCREEN

Have you seen videos of Noah from festivals? Cause he was RED

And so are you, easy to get sunburned

So you both apply lots of sunscreen, looking funny

But you'd rather look funny then be in pain the next day

You spend lot of time in water too

You're snorkeling

Or you're racing like little kids, " I bet I can get faster to that rock than you"

Or you're just hugging each other, stealing little kisses once in a while

It's just easy to do these things when the beach is almost empty and most of the people don't know who Noah is

You do activities like going on a cruise or snorkeling lessons

Noah told staff of the complex you're in that you're newlyweds and that it's your honeymoon, so one night they surprise you with private dinner

There are candles, flowers, wine, lights and anything else you would want on a romantic dinner

There is also lots of different lingeries, different kinds, different colors... do I need to say more

All of those things make the honeymoon feel like it lasted just 10 seconds, not 10 days

Before you know it you're on a flight back home

Sad it came to an end, but like happy sad?

You left just a few days after the wedding, now you were in your own bubble, so you're excited to see what marriage in everyday life will be

You're also both very happy with the way you live your life, so you're happy to come back to your home, to your jobs and friends

But you also agree that vacation like this every once in a while isn't bad idea

#noah sebastian #bad omens #bad omens imagine #noah sebastian x reader #jolly karlsson #nick folio #nick ruffilo #noah sebastian band #bad omens band #bad omens cult

[roses-for-rosalyn]

City Lights

part 2 bitches!

part 1

a/n: this took a long time because I am not doing 100%, but I mean it's here and it's horny so <3

Realizing just now I forgot to tag @paleidiot and @abbysmainbitch 😭😭

minors dni 🔞(for realsies do not)

work count: 2.2k (pure filth, no plot)

cw: Abby in a suit, mafia! Abby, Abby referred to as Ms. Anderson or miss, fem, reader (girl is used to refer to reader!), hickeys, thigh riding, multiple orgasms, fingering (r! receiving), oral (r! receiving), dirty talk (like a lot, especially for me), aftercare, consent 👍, bit of angst at the end because idk maybe this is a series now, also no mentions of skin color or hair for reader (if there is feel free to call me out on it because I'll fix it!)

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Dinner takes ages, your knee bounces up and down rapidly as you wait for the conversation to finally wind down. Finally the girls are dismissed while the remaining men and Ms. Anderson stay behind to talk over coffee. You know she’ll excuse herself soon, but she doesn’t want to draw suspicion by leaving right away. You hurry to your car, quickly getting in and starting it. The drive home is a blur. You try not to let any insecure thoughts creep in, second guessing yourself now would just be idiotic. You rush up to your apartment and slip on a black set of lingerie Dina pressured you into buying. You put your dress back on and check yourself in the mirror, you let yourself breathe for a moment. This moment feels a little unreal, you’d been imagining it for so long you had no idea how to feel anymore. 

A knock at the door startles you a bit before you remember who it was. You rush to the door and open it revealing a disheveled Ms. Anderson. Her top couple of buttons were undone, tie loosened, vest unbuttoned, hair down and somehow more attractive than she was at dinner. Her chest is rising up and down as if she had run to your apartment. You can’t help but smile at the thought of her racing here to see you.

“Hi.” she says breathlessly, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Hi.” you say, hoping your squeaky voice didn’t betray your nerves. Ms. Anderson steps forward, the closer she gets the more she towers over you. She steps impossibly closer to you, lightly cups your jaw and smiles, her thumb gently rubs against your cheek. She just stares for a moment, observing every inch of your face, hungrily searching your eyes for any flicker of emotion, any hesitation. It feels like she can see right through you, it almost makes you want to shrink backwards away from her, but before you can she pulls you in for a kiss. This was different than the first one, it had a purpose behind it, a hunger. Her tongue massaged against yours roughly as her other hand shut the front door. You move your hand to the back of her head, lacing your fingers into her hair. You put the other on her waist, attempting to get her impossibly closer to you. Her hands begin to wander, smoothing down the sides of your body to your ass. She massages the soft, malleable skin and groans at the feeling. You both begin stumbling towards the couch, desperately trying to remain entangled with each other as you move. Your hand grabs at Ms. Anderson’s vest, desperate to keep your hold of her, causing her to let out a surprised whimper. 

Eventually, somehow you both made it to the couch. Abby sits down, breaking the kiss for a moment before you instinctively crawl onto her lap. Your lips meet again, it’s messy and hungry and eager and yet you need more. You lace your hands into her hair as she grabs your hips. You hadn’t even noticed how they started moving on their own, trying to find friction. You let out a small whimper into Ms. Anderson’s mouth and she tightened her grip on your hips, starting to lose the very little restraint she had in the first place. She breaks the kiss and spreads her legs a bit, grabs your leg, placing it in between hers so you’re kneeling over her muscular thigh. You grab her broad shoulders for balance at the unexpected motion. She grabs the hem of your dress and hikes it upwards, exposing your lacy underwear. She pulls the underwear aside, exposing your soaking folds. She falters for a moment before using her hold on your hips to encourage you down onto her thigh. You can’t help the moan that escapes from your lips as your bare clit rubs against the rough fabric of Ms. Anderson’s pants.  

“This ok?” She asks tentatively. 

“Yes, yes, miss.” You say breathlessly. Abby feels arousal flood to her cunt as soon as she hears you call her “miss”. You were so sensitive to her little touches, your body reacting every time her skin met yours– it was intoxicating, you were intoxicating. You didn’t know if this could feel any better until she started moving your hips back and forth, encouraging you to grind onto her thigh. You sigh at the satisfying feeling of your clit being dragged against the fabric of her trousers with the perfect amount of pressure. 

“That’s it baby just like that.” She says as she looks down at the mess you're making on her pant leg. Ms. Anderson’s breath picks up noticeably, unable to contain her insatiable desperation for you. Her eyes move upward, switching her focus to your chest. She gently runs her fingers under the thin straps of your dress, causing them to fall to your shoulders. She reaches behind you and slowly pulls down the zipper before peeling the dress down to expose your bra. She immediately takes greedy handfuls of the soft flesh over the fabric making a whimper fall from your swollen lips. You start to move your hips a bit faster, not being able to control the pleasure building in your lower body. Ms. Anderson reaches behind you and unclasps your bra, quickly removing it leaving your upper body bare for her. You gasp as the cold air meets your nipples, but the feeling doesn’t last as Abby quickly takes them into her warm mouth. The foreign feeling incites a moan from you, you feel arousal shoot to your core. The feeling of your swollen bud moving against the rough fabric of Ms. Anderson’s pants is heightened as she continues sucking and licking at your nipples. The pleasurable feeling between your legs was building to an almost unbearable peak, you were unable to control the noises falling from your lips.  

“F-fuck miss, feels so good.” She moves her lips to your neck softly kissing upwards, taking her time to suck on the sensitive skin, marking you as she pleases. 

“Good girl, I’m just here to make you feel good alright? Use me to make yourself feel good.” You start to feel your pleasure spilling over, begging for release. You move your hips faster and you feel it, your orgasm hits you in overwhelming waves.

“Fuckfuckfuck.” is all you can manage to breathe out. Abby doesn’t stop assaulting you with her lips through the whole thing, whispering encouraging phrases into your skin as you moaned and writhed against her. Your hips continue to grind against Ms. Anderson’s thigh as you ride it out. 

Your moans turn to heavy breaths, and you allow yourself to fall into Ms. Anderson’s strong, warm chest. You let out a short laugh in disbelief as to what just happened. Abby gently cups your jaw and forces you to look at her. She’s smiling at you and you manage to lazily smile back. “You did so good for me, princess.” She kisses you softly for a moment before pulling away, “Think you can take another?” She asks. You nod eagerly, wanting nothing more. “Words, baby.”

“Yes, I can.”

She smiles, “Thank god, I’ve waited too long for this to stop now.” Before you can say anything she quickly adjusts you both so you’re laying down on the couch with her kneeling between your legs. You let out a nervous squeak at the quick movement, but you’re quickly distracted by the feeling of Ms. Anderson caressing the outsides of your thighs. Her hands move up to your dress that has been bunched up at your waist. “Lift your hips for me baby.” You do as she says and she drags the dress down your legs and throws it somewhere into the dim living room, leaving you bare except for the pair of thin lace panties. She leans down, placing her forearms on either side of you, careful not to crush you. Suddenly her lips are on yours, kissing you with a desperation that takes your breath away. She moves to your jaw, “You’re so soft,” down your neck “So perfect,” between your breasts, “Do you have any idea how long I’ve imagined this?” Her kisses are so light, so gentle you sigh at the feeling, “Maybe you do know, maybe you have thought about this happening,” She makes her way back up to your neck, her kisses turning into her sucking and licking at your soft skin. “When you’re alone at night-” her hand gently trails down the side of your body, moving to your lower stomach, teasing the hem of your panties “-do you think of me when you’re fucking yourself? Do you say my name when you come all over those pretty, little fingers of yours?” She of course already knew the answer to the question, but she wanted to hear you say it. She cups your dripping cunt and you gasp, unable to formulate a response. “Come on baby admit it.” You can feel her smirk against the skin of your neck.

“Yes,” you manage to whisper, “I-I h-have thought about you-” You take a little breath as she adds more pressure to your sensitive core, “-like that.” 

Ms. Anderson lets out a gentle laugh at your confession. “I know you have.” You have no time to act surprised as she begins circling her finger around your sensitive clit causing you to moan quietly. “I came here the day after I found you at the club-” She teases her hand up and down your slit, gathering arousal. “You didn’t answer the door so I let myself in.” You can barely manage to react to her words considering her fingers are causing so much pleasure to build in your body you can barely think. “I heard you in the bedroom and at first I thought something was wrong, but then I saw you with your legs spread open while you were moaning my name.” Now she has your undivided attention, your face feels hot, embarrassment practically consuming you. Ms. Anderson circles a finger around your entrance, getting you ready before she plungers her thick digit inside of you. You gasp at the feeling of light pressure in your cunt. She brings her eyes up to meet yours and the embarrassment is so apparent on your face she almost feels bad. She lets out a small chuckle and says “Don’t worry princess I’ve done the same thing.” 

She makes her way downward until her mouth is hovering over your swollen cunt. You can feel her cool breath fan over your folds, the closer she got the more tortuous the feeling was. Her mouth met your sensitive clit and you let out a whimper, the foreign feeling overtaking your body. She begins licking and sucking at your swollen bud and you can’t help but squirm a bit at the odd yet pleasurable sensation. Abby needed you still so she wrapped both of her arms around your thighs and held down your hips, keeping you impossibly close to her warm mouth while keeping you still. She begins moving her finger slowly in and out of your entrance, the feeling was magnified as Ms. Anderson teased your clit with her tongue. Moans begin slipping from your lips, you have to bite your lip to avoid from getting too loud. You’ve never, ever felt anything like this, this amount of pleasure was overwhelming. Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore she adds a second finger, causing you to moan “oh ffffuck”, which made Abby groan and begin to writhe her hips into the pillows, she could come from just listening to you. She moves her fingers a bit faster, hitting a spot that makes you almost see stars, moaning every time she touches it. You feel your second orgasm coming, pleasure building to its breaking point. Abby could tell from the way you were clenching around her fingers

 “You close baby?” She asks as she continues her almost inhuman pace with her fingers. “Come then, come for me princess.” Her permission was your tipping point, your hips involuntarily bucking up into her mouth. The second orgasm is even more intense than the first, moans pouring out of you uncontrollably. She pinned you down as she continued licking you clean as you rode out your high. She only lets up when you start whining from the sensitivity. You felt absolutely exhausted, but you felt as if you should return the favor for Ms. Anderson. Without a word though, she picks you up and carries you towards your bedroom. “W-wait Miss..don’t you need to-” 

“Another time baby, I wanted tonight to be all about you. My turn will come when you’re more ready.” You nod slowly and let your body relax, giving in to your exhaustion after this long night. She places you in bed and walks away, quickly returning with a warm washcloth to clean you up and a large t-shirt to put you in. 

“T-there’s extra pajamas in the bottom drawer.” You point to your dresser in the corner, assuming she was staying, she probably didn’t want to sleep in a suit. Ms. Anderson doesn’t respond, just sort of looks at you like she was stopping herself from saying something. “You’re not staying, are you?” It wasn’t a question, you knew she made her mind up already. She nods before getting up and kissing you on the forehead. She tucks you in gently and leaves, quietly closing the door behind her.

let me know what y'all think! Notes, comments, reposts always always appreciated <3 love ya.

#abby anderson #abby x you #abby tlou #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson smut #abby smut #abby x reader

[wen-kexing-apologist]

Who is Mew Anyway?

I realized we are over halfway through Only Friends now, and that I have only talked about Mew once in my write ups. Which…makes sense for me, all things considered, until now he’s kind of been a blah character in my eyes. And I am leaning in to and really appreciating how intentional that is beginning to feel on behalf of Jojo and co. 

When you think about it, until literally halfway through the show we have known almost nothing about Mew besides the fact that he is the table keeper for his friends, he is a hotel management student, and he’s a virgin. If you asked me to list any other facts about Mew’s life or his role in life, I would not have been able to answer much of anything. 

And that’s because Mew isn’t really anything. Personally, I feel like Mew thinks he has a strong sense of self and the second that something comes along to question that, all those illusions he has of himself start crumbling. When I look at Mew’s character, and I mean start getting in to the nitty gritty of Mew’s character, I don’t think Mew has any idea who he is. Which, for a show about college students is fucking brilliant. I thought I knew who I was in college, and then I graduated and promptly became queer and trans. I thought I knew what career I wanted, and then I ended up going to grad school for something outside of my initial plans. I know @waitmyturtles mentioned something similar about trying on different personalities in college in her Episode 7 Review. 

Think about Mew’s apartment, it was his mother’s old place. He took it over after she moved out. He didn’t choose this place, we can’t be certain this is the type of apartment or the location that Mew would actively decide to be in. When he brings Top home the first night they meet, Top comments on the place:

“Your room is nice, it suits you” 

To which Mew replies ‘It’s my Mom’s old room. I decorated it using ideas from the internet” 

Which says to me that Mew’s own personality, his own interests weren’t even involved in the creation of his own personal space. He decorated it based on inspiration from what other people had done to their own places. And Mew’s apartment fascinates me further, as a color-coder in BL kinda person. Because Mew’s apartment is all over the place in its decoration. 

On one wall we have striped wallpaper, in orange hues.

On another we have light blue walls with white and golden patterning. A yellow couch, a blue bookshelf. 

In his room he has a wall that is painted a solid green

And I can’t quite get a good image of it, but the opposite wall in his room is painted a dark turquoise with white patterning, which is different from Ray’s house, but still evokes a similar visual point of comparison.

Even Mew himself, when we first meet him is alllllll over the place with his colors. He has lines all over his shirt, with squares of different colors. His second look of the show is a solid light blue shirt over top of a striped shirt with orange, green, yellow.

His bed sheets are similarly stripes with dark gray, green, yellow, and orange.

Which is to say, at the beginning of our time with Mew, it is hard to pin down who he is as a person. He doesn’t have a color, he doesn’t have a pattern, to associate with his character. He fluctuates between rich, saturated colors and light, washed out pastels. 

When I think of Mew, I think of all the outfits he’s worn that have a strong green tint to them, but honestly, looking back through his wardrobe, Mew has a broad range of colors he chooses from. 

(Now, I recognize that all of this could be because the costuming department does not actually care about color coding, and that the eclectic styling of Mew’s apartment was just how it already was. And that’s fine, but I’m here so I’m gonna overanalyze it.)

All this to say that, Mew’s colors, Mews home, Mew’s pattern choices are all very disparate. All this to say that as a result I am now assuming that Mew does not know who he is, and neither do we. He could go any number of ways. Mew could go orange, yellow, green, blue. He could be complicated (with complex patterns) or straight forward (with solid colors). But none of us know at the beginning of this show quite where he will go. 

Truthfully, the only aspect of Mew that I have seen be steadfast throughout the show, is Mew’s moral superiority complex. Everything else is mutable. Mew has throughout most of the show, regarded himself as a good person. He doesn’t drink much, he doesn’t dance much, he doesn’t sleep around at all, and that somehow in his mind, grants Mew the opportunity to talk down to his friends. 

He’s not an alcoholic like Ray who he has no problem lecturing in the bathroom about how he is  going to be dead by 30, despite knowing that Ray is/was suicidal. He’s not a slut like Boston, who is far too obsessed with Mew’s virginity, etc. etc. etc. Mew fucks with Top, deciding that he is going to wait to have sex with him for awhile. And that is his right, but Mew doesn’t say he’s waiting because he isn’t comfortable with sex. He tells Boston and Cheum that he is waiting to have sex with Top to make sure that Top is serious about their relationship. Because if Top is serious about dating Mew without sex being involved, that means that Mew is worthy of the top tier because he is top tier, and not because he is an easy lay that Top can use for bragging rights (bagging a virgin). 

And I would have previously entertained a conversation around whether or not that is true, but unfortunately for any dissenters to my read of Mew, now that Mew has decided to #embracethenasty, there is no convincing me out of my observation that Mew does not know who he is. 

Why? Because the second that Mew starts retaliating against Top, the second he decides to ruin Top’s life, to stoop low, to be the lesser person…Mew starts dressing like Ray. I am certainly not the first person to notice this, it has been circulating in multiple different forms across my tumblr page, but.

Gif from @firstmix

Mew doesn’t know who he is, Mew doesn’t know how he fits in to the world now that he has decided to make Top’s life a living hell. I am not convinced Mew is capable of seeing himself as a bad person, because he isn’t a slut or an addict or a cheater. [As an aside here, this is Mew’s thinking, not my own personal beliefs on what makes someone a good or bad person]. So, of course, if he wanted to become a bad person. If he wanted to play at being as toxic and terrible as the people around him, it makes sense Mew would don the wardrobe of his “best friend”, Ray. Ray, who Mew looks down on for being an alcoholic, for not valuing his life. Who Mew has told time and time again to love himself, and to quit drinking and doing drugs, as if that is going to cure Ray’s addiction. And who in under five minutes just took a blowtorch to everyone’s relationships. 

Why? Because Mew is so self-righteous that he looks down on others around him. Mew isn’t ready or willing to look at and acknowledge the nasty, flawed parts of himself, so he adorns the nasty, flawed parts of others, to abstract himself from his own behavior. He uses Ray’s clothing, Nick’s methodology, and Boston’s personality to retaliate at the people he feels wronged by. 

Mew uses Boston against himself, wielding Boston’s sexual prowess, his willingness to fuck, his Hunter charm to get himself in to Gap’s apartment. He uses Nick’s methodology to steal the video of Boston and lords the knowledge over Boston’s head (like Nick did to Top), and again, he is wearing Ray’s clothing. But while Mew is trying to be a chameleon in his behavior, his appearance, his strategy to get back at Top, Mew’s own flavor of flaw starts becoming ever more clear. 

Mew has a superiority complex.

It is absolutely, unbelievable shitty and vile to threaten to out Boston to his father. To treat Boston’s privacy and safety with such disdain. Boston records others and he keeps those images as evidence, so Mew steals Boston’s MO. Mew takes the recording of Boston, looks Boston in the eye, and makes Boston think that he is going to hold on to that for evidence.

Now, right before this, Mew does actually draw a comparison point between himself and Boston. 

“You and I have something in common.” he says

“We’re both gullible” 

Mew makes Boston beg. And after he has made Boston sweat sufficiently, he throws the flashdrive on the ground. He says: “I’m kidding. No matter how much I hate you, I won’t do it. Because I don’t betray my friend like you did. 

“Then I’d be just as filthy as you are.”

While Mew is able to identify a potential flaw of his own, being gullible isn’t a fundamental aspect of Mew’s personality or character, being gullible isn’t who Mew is. It’s a flaw that he is pointing out only because he is still reeling from allowing himself to be fooled by Top and Boston. It’s a flaw that he is point out so that he can weaponize his superiority complex. 

In other words: “You and I have something in common, but I am better than you because I don’t betray my friends”  As if he didn’t just threaten to publicize Boston’s sex life to his father, the implications of which could have a national impact.

And while it is ultimately unsurprising that Mew channels Ray in doing all of this, it is interesting. Interesting because Mew is using Ray. Mew not only knows that Ray is capable of fucking up his own life, and the lives of the people around him, he also knows that Ray is the least liked by both Boston and Top. Boston’s distaste for Ray is subtle, as his obsession with Top and Mew has been more at the forefront of his interactions with his friends. But we have seen from the very beginning of this show that Boston does nothing to care for Ray. Boston is assigned to take care of Ray and make sure he is safe when he’s been drinking too much. Boston literally never once helps Ray when he’s drunk. Boston sees Ray and Sand crossed, cuddling, and generally having a good time, and Boston goes and airs Ray’s dirty laundry. Ray is the first person to confront Boston about cuckolding Mew. 

So wearing clothing that is reminiscent of Ray when Mew goes to Boston’s house to threaten him is a flavorful undertone for how Mew is hoping Boston will see him. 

At the points in which Top and Mew interact during the episode, Mew is not dressed like Ray, but he sure as shit does lord Ray over Top just to fuck with him. When Top comes to apologize to Mew, Mew asks Ray to find a new designer, literally asking Ray to replace Top. When Ray helps treat Mew’s injury after the group fight, Mew decides to use Ray as a rebound. To use Ray’s feelings for him as a way to experiment, once again, with the type of person he wants to be and the type of person he wants to be with. We end the episode with Ray and Mew dancing together at the bar, Mew dressed in a very Ray style

Because Mew is trying Ray on for size, trying his fashion, his company, his lifestyle (as we see from the promo for next week) and that is prone to make RayMew crash and burn, because Ray is self-destructive enough as is, and I don’t think Mew is going to do well with treating himself with Ray’s level of self-care.

Mew doesn’t know who he is, Mew doesn’t know what he wants, the only thing Mew knows is that he’s better than everyone around him, and he can only stoop as low as them is by pretending he is them, rather than facing the fact that he's just as terribly human as the rest of the group.

#only friends the series #ofts #only friends #raymew #topmew #forcebook #book kasidet #khaotung thanawat #neo trai #force jiratchapong #ofts meta #ofts analysis #only friends analysis #only friends meta

[deathbxnny]

Ik i already sent a request to you but.. once you said you’re also accepting JJK requests. I just had to. I hope you dont mind this

Ok so im not into JJK as much as i am into Genshin and HSR and all but im aware of season 1 plot and some of season 2. But can i request Gojo and Geto with an underclassmen who they have a sibling like relationship die and came back as a curse spirit? (While this request have them together, you can make them seperate if you want)

Here the context:

So the reader is a year below Gojo and Geto. After some time since you guys met, the two of them sees the reader as their cute little sibling and in return the reader sees them as their cool big brothers. All was fine until the reader died from a mission. How did the reader die? They dont know. Both of them werent told how the reader died but if there’s one thing they were sure of, the reader wasnt killed by Jujutsu. Because what other explanations do they have when they see you come back as a vengeful spirit? A vengeful spirit they need to take out.

So in the JJK wiki, it is said that “Sorcerers must also be killed with Jujutsu or they can become a vengeful cursed spirit after death” Which makes a very good angsty sceanrio dont you think?

Hope you have a great day/night!

- Flower Anon 🌸

Hey there, Flower anon!! I absolutely love this idea, and thank you very much for the tasty angst. I've been itching to write some jjk angst, haha. Also, regarding your other request for the second part to the Lyney x reader one-shot, just know that I will make it in a separate post to your ask due to formatting issues! But either way, I hope you meanwhile enjoy this!<33

Content: Heavy angst, platonic relationships, Geto is deeply depressed, Gojo is in denial, hurt/no comfort, reader is a year younger than both of them, vague descriptions of readers death, mentions of blood/injuries, vague descriptions of jjk canon violence, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

Inspired by the song "Death" by Melanie Martinez

((Not fully proofread))

Back from the dead.

At first, you appeared in the flickers of lights, in the corners of mirrors, in the shadows casted by trees and their own bodies, in reflections of windows and water, in gruesome, awful dreams.

And then you began being there in larger ways. You'd stand behind them, follow them around, no matter where they went, no matter where they looked, you were right there.

It was easy to ignore you at first, act like you didn't exist, like you were just a part of their traumatised, exhausted imagination. When was the last time they had slept properly? Perhaps the day before your funeral. Your face was plastered everywhere, a smile gracing it like it always did, an excited, pure one for a sorcerer. But there was nothing to be excited about anymore.

Maybe that's why you looked so sad now, as you stood in front of them in this classroom that was reserved for people a year older than you'll ever be.

Suguru wondered if you felt guilty for taking the color of their world away with you when you died.

"You know... denial never suited you, 'toru." You whispered quietly to Satoru, breaking this suffocating silence at last. Your body leaned against the desk a row in front of him. It all felt so casual, as though everything was perfectly fine. You never left. You simply came back a little different.

This was the first thing you've ever said since you've come back, Suguru then solemnly realised in his depressive haze. He nearly didn't hear you and wished he hadn't either. Your voice sounded distorted, like it didn't belong to you at all. But it was still you... wasn't it?

The only visible sign that Satoru meanwhile had even heard you was in a stutter of his hands that in turn messed up his text to Shoko again. He took a deep breath and exhaled shakily. What was he even texting her for again? Maybe for help? For a way out? "I'm seeing things again, Shoko. They're talking now." That's what your colorless eyes could read off his broken phone screen, which made you frown a little. You knew he'd never want to upset you. But he never wanted to face you again. Not like this.

It was so unlike him too, wasn't it? He hadn't been the same for a while now.

It was late in the afternoon by then, the orange hue filtering into the empty classroom through the blinds. An awfully nostalgic feeling that was now filled with tense bitterness. A past filled with laughter and joking now seemingly disappearing into the smoke of the burning incense sticks nearby.

Neither of them had said a single word for the entire duration of your little "hang out" session. Suguru simply leaned his head against his palm, gaze turned to a far away point in the darkening horizon outside, as the sun bid it's last warm goodbye. He took a deep breath, words shaky and filled with a deep exhaustion, not even his dear best friend could ever come close to feeling.

"Let him be... he'll come around eventually." The blackhaired boy muttered back to you, not bothering to look at your bloody, dead form anymore. He had come to terms with it a while ago. Or at least, visibly, he has.

Gojo just took a little longer in accepting your death, is all. Neither of them really knew who was handling the situation worse.

"Who are you talking to, Suguru?" There it was again, the odd denial the white-haired teen had drowned himself in. You never thought that he'd be the one to end up like this. You figured that Suguru would've had it harder, but perhaps this was just one of the many new things you've learned as a spirit. "Stop it, Satoru... you're not helping with any of this. It's just... making things worse." Gojo's teasing smile twitched, his head turning to look at his friend before he seemed to slowly deflate into his seat. You probably could only imagine how red and puffy his eyes were behind the sunglasses he refused to take off nowadays.

But in a way, you must've also understood why he was this way. How couldn't you?

Your death was untimely, unexplainable. No one knew what happened, and your body was never found either. One day, you were absolutely excited about going on a mission with your two favorite seniors, four hours later, you were missing, and a week later, you were declared as dead. The only proof they really had was a piece of your bloody uniform floating in a river nearby where the mission was supposed to take place. Other than that, there was no trace of anything else regarding you.

Suguru wished they would've at least had something to bury you with. Your casket was empty. And Satoru was ashamed to admit that he dared open the lid in a desperate attempt to see if you were in there after all. Just hiding, waiting to jump out and scare him. But seeing nothing made him break.

Everything got worse when you reappeared as this, however. A vengeful spirit that simply followed the both of them everywhere. You were relentless. And yet, neither of them could ever find a single trace of anger on you. Their guilt was heavy enough to make up for it, though.

It didn't help that Satoru refused to talk about it, even when they knew what they had to do. You only ever appeared around them, and both of them had made the unspoken decision to deal with you themselves. They felt like they had caused your death indirectly. The what if's kept piling up higher and higher until it eventually brought them here.

They thought that they were finally ready to move on, but oh, how wrong they were. It was so hard to see you as a simple spirit to exercise when you still looked like yourself most of the time. It just got bad when you looked dead. They couldn't hide behind their excuses and delusions when you looked like this.

Time ticked on and the silence was deafening again. You leaned in close to Satoru, glossy eyes staring into his side profile. "Stop ignoring me. I know what you're here for." You hummed, face devoid of any emotion. But the constant dripping of the blood that poured out of your nose and lips made Gojo close his eyes for a second longer and gulp down the painful lump in his throat. It was childish, absolutely stupid. But maybe... if he acted like you weren't there like always... then you wouldn't be. You were just a hallucination, surely. Neither of them had slept or eaten properly in months. He just had to pray that you'll go away, finally find the peace you were looking for.

But when he opened his eyes and you were still there, he just bit his lip. He couldn't take any of this anymore.

"Tell them to go away, Suguru. Please." "So you're finally done pretending now?" The blackhaired male asked, glancing back at his friend for the first time in hours. The great Satoru Gojo. The strongest of them all. Now reduced to nothing more than a miserable teen at your death. It would've been funny if he wasn't actually losing it right now.

Suguru shook his head at the lack of response before getting out of his chair and standing over the white-haired sorcerer. "Let's go outside." He said, not waiting for the other to agree before pushing past you. Or rather through you. He shoved his hands into his pockets to hide this really was for him. As expected, however, he heard Satoru's footsteps following behind him with ease. Typical.

The walk was silent and rather aimless. Neither of them knew where they were going. But their subconsciousness seemed to know. Suguru's body felt heavy, like he was dragging and fighting himself with every next step he took. He felt uneven and unbalanced. Like he'll fall over and break apart at any moment, and he doubted Satoru would be able to glue him together with shaky hands and teary eyes.

Geto pulled a hand through his black hair, strands unkempt and messy as they fell down hus shoulders. He caught a glance at his face in a mirror, the dark circles, even darker eyes staring back at him near accusingely. The anger and festering hate hidden under a thick layer of sadness.

"They weren't killed by a sorcerer." He suddenly said when they arrived at the schools courtyard. Satoru glanced at him, frowning a little. "Why does it matter now?" He asked, yet his best friend didn't bother answering. Why should he bother when the white-haired male was unwilling to wake up to reality. Instead, he stared at the Sakura trees filling the area, the ones you loved the most. And as expected, you stood right under them.

Your hands were clasped behind your back, smile so gentle and serene, that it made it look like you were simply waiting on them as always. And in a way, you were indeed doing so. Geto was thankful that your consciousness was strong enough for you to realise what was going to happen next. "Can you do it, Satoru?" He whispered, voice so soft, that it made Gojo actually consider it for a moment. But despite always having prided himself in being the strongest, he just stood still. Suguru couldn't help but smile tiredly at him. Perhaps the other boy would be happy about this if his smile didn't seem so bitter and exhausted. Like it took up all of his energy to force the corner of his lips to go up.

"I think they are the one thing I could never exorcize." "I'm glad you're being honest... I can't do it either." The two boys approached the empty bench next to your form before simply sitting down. There was a large gap between them, one reserved for you.

Your smile stretched wider as you took their silent offer of defeat and took a seat as well.

Gojo tensed when you leaned your head against his shoulder, a familiar melody leaving your lips. Suguru leaned his arms on his knees and listened to you, eyes closing with a tired sigh. Perhaps playing pretend was easier. Perhaps you were never meant to leave them in the first place. Maybe one day someone would free them from you, someone who was stronger, someone who wasn't ever going to be them.

You were back from the dead, and they figured it was better than you having left them for good.

If only they could ignore the mangled state of your body too.

Alright, I'm sorry this took so long! I also don't think it's that good, but I hope you like it anyway, Flower Anon! I've been super busy with work and everything else going on in my life, so I'm glad to post anything at this point. Anyhow, thank you again for this great request!<33

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen geto #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk geto #jjk suguru #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jjk x gender neutral reader #jjk gojo #jjk satoru #jjk gojo x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk oneshot

[pippin-katz]

I was thinking about the posters after reading @meraki-yao's little post about it and I have made a mistake. I need the BTS of the promo pictures and posters.

I want to know the process they went through for them. Some of them seem to have been taken the day they filmed the scene, like the lake one and the Red Room, but the ones where they have the flag socks were definitely a product of a staged photoshoot.

Nicholas is wearing Henry's full formal royal suit.

Henry only wears that suit once, at the wedding:

But obviously, Taylor is not wearing the black and white suit Alex wears to the wedding in the posters/promos:

After an extensive amount of comparisons, I am absolutely, completely confused beyond belief. The difference in lighting made me fucking crazy.

I thought at first that the suit he wears to the DNC and the one he wears for his speech after the leaks were the same, but the more I've stared at them, the more uncertain I am.

I have to break this into sections to make this more streamlined.

Jackets The jacket he wears to the DNC looks a bit more grey while the other looks more blue. I thought the lighting could make up for the slight shade difference of the jacket, but I am not sure.

But I thought if they're not the same jacket, that the blue one was the jacket he was wearing for the photoshoots.

But it's these two pictures that make me unsure:

On the left, the suit looks distinctly blue, while the one in the right picture looks way less saturated.

Shirts I also noticed that the shirt Alex is wearing for his speech is actually a very light shade of blue, whereas the other shirt is pure white.

Ties Look, I've been switching between these pictures, staring, comparing, and debating and I cannot fucking tell you if it's the same tie or not. At first I thought there was no way, that the one in the promos was too dark. It has the same pattern as the one he's wearing in his profile picture. But then I looked at pictures from the meeting with the king, and the tie looks way lighter again.

I am so confused. I have zoomed and zoomed, and I think they're the same pattern?? Even though the shades look different? This is where the lighting is killing me because I don't know what kind of fabric that is and if the lighting can really make them look that different!

And what makes this even more impossible is that there's no way to tell how much editing/color correction went into the promos and film scenes versus the BTS photo that looks pretty normal.

I HAVE SPENT SEVERAL HOURS ON THIS AND THIS WAS NOT EVEN WHAT I WANTED TO WRITE ABOUT IN THE FIRST PLACE!!! I HAVE TO WRITE A SECOND POST FOR THAT CAUSE THIS JUST GOT SO CLUTTERED!!

If you think you have any opinions or observations that would help with this, feel free to add on or comment cause I would love to know if I'm completely overthinking this or if I'm not crazy lmfao

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb movie #rwrb behind the scenes #rwrb thoughts #alex claremont diaz #taylor zakhar perez #henry hanover stuart fox #nicholas galitzine #firstprince #history huh? bet we could make some

[astranva]

As It Was | TikTok Series

Word Count: 683

Category: Fluff

Warning: None

Summary: In which Harry talks about Y/N being a TikTok pro and Y/N does the As It Was trend.

..

In his blue and yellow polka dotted Gucci t-shirt, Harry was in front of his laptop with his corded earphones in his ears.

You sat on the bed out of the view, on your own laptop but your mind focused on Harry as he spoke to Mikey Piff from SiriusXM Hits 1.

“Now you go on TikTok, and everyone is—it’s finally kind of hit everyone what this means and they’re doing all these videos of like, things as they were then and what they are now,” he said, speaking about As It Was, “Have you been able to see any of those trends on TikTok?”

“Oh yeah,” Harry answered, his finger on his bottom lip, “My girlfriend keeps me updated with TikTok,” he said with a smile, “I’ve seen-I’ve seen a few, yeah.”

“Your girlfriend is pretty active and present on the app. Do the fans have to worry about you knowing too much about what they do on it?”

Harry chuckled, “A little,” he joked, “Y/N’s very present, yeah,” he nodded, grazing his bottom lip as he tried not to turn his head right there and then and look at you, “She likes to interact with the fans and see what they’re up to, it keeps us all, like,” he paused, putting his hands in a circle, “In the loop, you know?”

“Yeah,” Mikey nodded, “You both are a big deal on TikTok,” Harry chuckled, “Just to let you know.”

“Y/N does it better than I ever could,” he shook his head slightly.

“Have you tried getting on the app?”

“I did, I did yeah,” he nodded, “But it’s nothing like Vine,” Harry laughed slightly, raising his finger up, “So Y/N made fun of me for it because I just couldn’t really get it, so now I just leave it to her.”

“Leave it to the pros,” Mikey joked.

“Leave it to the pros,” Harry repeated.

It was comical that as he spoke, you were editing your very own video of the TikTok trend to As It Was.

The video began with a picture of you and Harry from the Spotify listening party in NYC. The both of you were standing in front of the cream-colored theme door that was left ajar, your arms around each other as you both were mid-laugh, looking at each other like two lovesick high school couple. 

“You know it’s not the same…” you had added the text to the duration of the line being sung before it changed.

“As it was” was written on another picture, the both of you standing in front of the prop of the Fine Line album art; the light blue wallpaper with the pink ceiling and floor. Your lips were puckered as you threw a peace sign, your other arm around Harry’s waist as he, too, kept one arm around you while the other threw a peace sign, his tongue stuck out.

“As it was,” the song sang again and with it changed to another picture.

This time, you both looked a little younger, Harry’s hair short as he wore an off-white floral suit, you in a t-shirt that had the album art of his first self-titled album and jeans.

His arms were wrapped around you, eyes set on you with a smile on his face as you beamed to the camera, one arm around him while the other was held up excitedly.

You almost cried looking at the three pictures of three different eras. 

“it’s not the same as it was, lovie 💓” was your caption, and fans almost died.

In a matter of seconds, thousands of likes and comments were rushing through that it made sense that in the span of two hours, the short TikTok video had 7 million likes. 

Comments:

username: Y/N being there from the start makes me emo 

username: THREE!!!! ERAS!!!!! TOGETHER!!!!! 

username: THAT’S IT. CLOSE THE CURTAINS. NOBODY POST ANOTHER VIDEO BECAUSE Y/N CAME AND SHE ENDED THE TREND

username: haha that’s so cute *does a backflips in front of a train*

username: guess who’s sleeping on the highway 

#harry styles imagine #harry styles blurb #harry styles fluff blurb #harry styles fluff imagine #tiktok series #harry styles x tiktoker!yn

[crazyunsexycool]

My little love

Chapter 25

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x enhanced!reader

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: gun use, angst!!!!!, sad Lottie 🥺, crying Bucky 😭, talk of sexual assault, little bit of fluff.

A/N: im really doing everything in my power to make this series last as long as possible 😂. I just love them I never want to stop writing for the Barnes family!! Anyways I made myself sad writing the second half of this so yeah…

Series Masterlist

The music thumped along and pushed people to dance either on or off the dance floor. Strobe lights blinking in different colors cast shadows across the room. You wore a black dress that hugged your curves in all the right places with a slit up the skirt, leaving little to the imagination. With your own abilities you added your metals to the dress in decorative chains.

You moved freely to the rhythm of the song that was playing while Sam was in front of you with his hands on your waist. He pulled you in closer as you wrapped your hands around his neck. Sam dipped his head so that you could hear him over the music.

“Let’s move to somewhere more quiet.” He says as his eyes dart behind you and he gives a little nod.

You give a nod of your own before his hand falls to the small of your back and he’s leading you to the vip section.

****

Sam’s hand stayed firmly on your thigh, skin in skin as the slit on your skirt exposed more of the area once you crossed one leg over the other. The contrast from the main floor to the vip section was incredible. It obviously was empty with the exception of you, Sam and a group of about five men. It was a lot more quiet. In fact it was a perfect place for an arms deal.

The men sitting across from you kept their eyes on your chest or thigh and they stared at you as if you were nothing more than a piece of meat. You ignored it however and kept your attention focused on the deal Sam was working on. While he sat up straight, partly due to the suit he was wearing, you sat back and kept a hand on his shoulder. It was meant to look like a loving caress from one lover to another. That was the cover.

“5 million is cheap if you consider that the weapons were made with alien technology.” The leader of the group, Paul, said. He was tall and slender, almost creepily so. His hair was jet black and greasy and it stuck to his cheeks since it fell to his shoulders. He also had a subtle Portuguese accent, but it seemed like he was working towards getting rid of it, at least hiding it well enough.

“But 5 million for what, ten guns? And they’re not even the full gun they were, what did you say?”

“Re-engineered.” You provide, causing Paul to throw you a deadly glare.

“I’m willing to do the 5 million but I need at least 15 guns and I want a demonstration first.”

“We have a video we can show you right now.” Paul says as he snaps his fingers so that one of the men that was standing around would give him a phone. Sam lifted his hand though, and stopped it.

“I want a live demonstration. Matter of fact I want to shoot the gun myself.”

“Mr. Barron I assure you that everything is in order.”

“I don’t know baby, it seems like they’re trying to con us.” You mutter as you lean forward and rest your chin over Sam’s shoulder.

“Why don’t you stay out of it you nosy bitch.”

“I’d be very careful about how you speak to her.” Sam’s voice is low and steady, it’s a little frightening. The only reason you were undercover was because you both resemble the actual Mr. Barron and his partner. With the help of nano masks you’re able to take their place for this meeting.

“Mr. Barron please, you must understand that women are sensible creatures and while your girl here is absolutely lovely to look at, I’m sure she would much rather be down on the dance floor. Isn’t that right?”

“No it isn’t. But I’m willing to forget your disrespect if you show us the guns and let us try them out.”

Paul scowls in your direction before looking back at Sam. “Fine. I’ll take you to the warehouse myself.”

Sam stands and offers you his hand to help you up. The two of you follow Paul out of the club and into waiting cars. You’re driven through the streets of Portugal until you’ve left the city behind. The car stops in what looks like an abandoned warehouse and the door is opened for you. During the journey you could hear Bucky, Steve, Clint and Nat talking in your ear and making plans.

Although not your favorite footwear for missions you were wearing stilettos. Fortunately for you though Nat had forced you to train with heels for moments such as this. So even though the ground was a mixture of cobblestones and loose dirt you managed to walk around as if you were on a catwalk.

“Right this way.” Paul says as he pounds on a metal rolling door and it begins to slide to the sides.

The warehouse seems abandoned on the outside but the inside is another story. The warehouse is massive and filled with people, machinery and crates filled with guns. You adjust the necklace you were wearing to make sure the small camera was capturing everything.

“Right this way.” Paul sweeps his arm towards another set of doors. This time further into the belly of the building and then down a flight of stairs.

The basement has been transformed into a sort of shooting range. There are large chunks of concrete missing from the walls, from where you assume the gun blasts had hit.

“Here you go.” Paul holds out a rather large and bulky gun for Sam to take.

Sam looks over in your direction and you give a little nod before he takes the gun. He aims and shoots. It’s more like a canon than a gun and if Sam wasn’t as strong as he was he would have been sent flying backwards. Sam gives a nod of approval as he inspects the hun closer.

“Give us the word and we’ll move in.” Steve says over comms.

“Paul, you have yourself a deal.”

Paul gives a satisfied smile to Sam before they shake hands. All the while you can hear the team starting to move. Sam is aware that the team is moving in but you can actually hear them on the floors above. You’re already working your chains into a weapon of your own as the doors at the top of the stairs burst open. The room descends into chaos with all of Paul’s men shooting without looking first. Instinctively your hand goes up as your chains mold into a shield just as bullets rain down on you and Sam. The gunfight is a blur but it ultimately ends with you and Sam taking down everyone in the room.

“Everyone ok down here?” Steve asks as he walks down the stairs.

“We are.”

“Good.” He looks both of you over. “Unfortunately we aren’t done here. Most of the guns were already shipped out. We have to follow it and stop the shipment from arriving at its destination.”

You really didn’t like the idea of being away from the kids so soon after the CIA incident and now you’d be away for a little bit longer.

“How long?”

“Another 12 hours at most.”

You give him a nod and start heading upstairs so that you could change into your actual mission uniform. On the main floor of the warehouse you walk past a group of people that have been arrested. The flashing lights of police cars and ambulances illuminate the area. Clint gives you a thumbs up as you pass by and Nat gives you a little nod. Undercover was not your specialty, it always made you nervous that you would make a mistake. Fortunately this time there wasn’t room for error. The one thing you do notice is the lack of Bucky.

It had only been a few short days since he had to sit with Everett Ross and since then there had been limited contact. On his part, not yours. You weren’t sure what was wrong but the only person that he would say more than one or two words to was Steve. Even then he didn’t say much. You sighed as you climbed up to the jet and grabbed your gear to get changed. By the time you were done everyone was on the jet and ready to go and track down the shipment. Once the jet was in the air you moved to the communication station and called your dad through a secure line. You let him know that you would be gone one more day, fortunately since he was retired he was fine with staying with the kids for longer.

“Mama, when are you coming home? Is daddy coming with you?” Henry asked. That was another issue. You were fine with giving Bucky space but the kids didn’t understand why he was slightly absent.

“Hi my sweet boy. We have to stay out a little longer but I promise when I get home we’ll do something fun.”

“Is daddy going to be here too?”

“I’ll let you ask him.” You turned to find Bucky glaring at Sam for some comment about how much fun he had with you dancing. It was all teasing on Sam’s part but you knew it annoyed Bucky. You hold up the head loser and hand Bucky the and give him an expectant look while he stares at it.

He reluctantly took the headset from you and put it on. “Hey bubs.” He greeted Henry and you walked away to give him some privacy.

“Give him some time. He’ll snap out of it soon enough.”

“I can give him all the time in the world, it’s the kids that don’t understand what’s going on. I wish he would just talk to me, Steve. Even just a little bit. But he just shuts me out everytime I try to make sure he’s ok.”

Steve pats your shoulder and gives you a sympathetic look.

“Let's just focus on the mission so that we can go home.”

“Morning mama.” Lottie whispered. “Mama, habe suwpwise.”

You stirred in bed. By the time the second part of the mission ended and you got home, it was already late at night and the kids were sleeping. After a quick shower you went straight to bed and fell asleep quickly. Now you were being woken up by Lottie’s sweet whisper and her gentle caresses. She placed a soft kiss on your cheek before resting her head on your chest. Your sweet girl always loved to cuddle after being separated due to a long mission.

“Good morning my sweet Angel.”

You’re met with happy blue eyes when you finally open yours. Her chubby cheeks and messy black hair take up all of your attention.

“Hi.” She says with a giggle.

“Hi. Did you say surprise?”

“Can habe it now, mama.” She moves away from you on the bed and you instinctively reach out for Bucky. Sighing sadly when you realize he isn’t there again. The door opens and you turn to see Henry walking in with a bowl in his hands. You’re about to say something to him when you’re splashed with something right on your chest. You gasp at the cold sensation and turn to see Lottie holding a now empty bowl in her hands. When you look down you realize that there is milk and cereal all over you, the bed and Lottie.

“Oh no.” you say when you see Lottie’s bottom lip begin to wobble and tears start falling. She had been a bit more emotional than usual and you’d hate to think it was because she was missing her daddy.

“Sowwy mama.”

“It’s ok sweet Angel, it was just an accident.” You say as you sit up. The mess of milk that hadn’t been soaked up by your shirt rolled off you and fell onto the bed. “Did you guys make me breakfast?”

“Yeah, we wanted to surprise you like on mother’s day.”

“Oh sweet boy, that is so nice of you to do. Is there more cereal?”

Henry nods.

“Ok, how about I jump in the shower and clean myself and Lottie up quickly and then we can have breakfast together?”

“Ok.”

“Kay.” Charlotte sniffled as she put her arms out for you to grab her. Henry carefully walked back out with his breakfast in hand while you and Charlotte cleaned yourselves up.

****

When you walked out to the kitchen you found that three bowls sat on the table along with cereal and milk. Henry sat on one of the chairs patiently waiting for you. You settled Lottie on her booster seat and opened your arms for Henry.

“Thank you for breakfast bub, that was very sweet of you.”

“You’re welcome.”

You take your seat and Henry insists on pouring everything and setting it in front of you. He gives you a genuine smile, one of the few he has given since the CIA broke in.

“You both are so sweet for making me breakfast. Where did you come up with the idea?”

Henry shrugs one shoulder. “We wanted to do something nice because you’re sad.”

“Sad?”

“Yeah because daddy isn’t here.”

“Oh, I-uh I-”

“It’s ok mama. He’ll be back soon, I know it.” Henry said confidently before turning his attention back to the food in front of him.

****

After breakfast and watching a movie with the kids you left to look for Bucky. It took a while but you found him in the garage Tony had prepared for him so that he could work on the motorcycle you gifted him for Father’s Day. You lean against the doorway and watch as he tinkers away on the frame. After a few minutes Bucky stops what he’s doing and he finally acknowledges your presence by looking at you.

“How are you?” You ask him. The question is stupid but you aren’t sure if you’ll be met with resistance or not. At the same time you’re also upset because Bucky has shut you out. The tension in the room is palpable. On one hand you want to be gentle but on the other you’re not opposed to an argument.

“Fine.”

“Could have fooled me.”

He averts his gaze back to the job at hand and he turns his back on you while looking for a tool.

“Why are you here?” He asks.

“Because I’m worried about you. The kids miss you.”

You watch as his head lowers at the mention of the kids.

“Henry is confident you’re coming back home soon.” You step into the garage and close the fort behind you. “Is he right in his assumption?”

He stiffens at the mention of his son and you know this is where he’ll shut down on you.

“Bucky, just talk to me. That’s all I want, please don’t shut me out.” You say as you walk closer to him. Your instinct is to reach out and touch him but you know better than that. “I understand that what you went through wasn’t easy-“

“Do you really?” He snaps at you. He’d never done that before but his eyes are dark with rage. “Do you know what it felt like to not have control over your own body?”

“I said I understand. I know that I will never truly know what it felt like. You’re safe now, you’re safe with me, just tell me what’s going on.”

You looked at each other for a while. It was like when he first came to the compound. You sigh and give a little nod in understanding that he wasn’t going to say anything, you turn to leave.

“I wanted to hate her.” He says before you open the door. Bucky turns in your direction but he won’t look at you.

“Who?”

“Charlotte. When you told me she was my daughter, I wanted to hate her.” He admits with a whisper and you know he feels so guilty about it.

“Why didn’t you? Why did you step up to raise her?”

“Because I heard you.”

Your eyebrows furrow as you try to understand what he’s talking about.

“After you told me and I walked out, you went to see Lottie in the med bay. I did too, I wanted to look at her and prove to myself that I didn’t have any paternal feelings towards her but I heard you. You said that I’d come around and that I was just scared but that I was a good man.”

“You are a good man.”

“I’m not!” He shouts. “I did horrible things. I don’t deserve to get the girl and the kids and be happy. The CIA coming in here reminded me of that. Someone will always come after me, after them because of me. So don’t tell me I’m a good man.”

“I guess this will be a point of disagreement for the rest of our lives then.”

“Why do you even think so highly of me?” Bucky whispers.

“The first thing you did for that little girl you wanted to hate was buy her a pink teddy bear in hopes that it would bring her comfort. You didn’t even know you were her father. You’re there for Henry whenever he has a nightmare and you’re willing to spend hours chasing them away. You’ve taken care of me whenever I’ve gotten sick or been hurt during a mission. So despite everything that hydra did to you and made you do, you are good. Nothing will ever change my mind about that.”

You were both silently crying and you wanted nothing more than to hug him but you knew that the interview with Ross had taken a toll on him.

“Can I hug you now?”

Bucky nods and takes you in his arms, holding on to you tightly. Like you’re the only thing that can keep him grounded.

“You can always talk to me. No matter what, I won’t judge you.”

“I was embarrassed and I thought you’d be ashamed of being with someone who was used like that. I had never been sure if they’d sexually assaulted me but seeing Lottie I couldn’t deny it anymore.”

“I could never be ashamed of you. I’m so proud of you for everything you’ve overcome. I know that the way you’ve had your kids was not normal but you’re such a good father. No one can take that away from you.” You say as you cup his face, using your thumbs to wipe away the tears.

Bucky nods before resting his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry for pushing you away.”

“Apology accepted baby.”

“Sergeant Barnes, Agent Y/L/N, your presence is needed for the debrief for last night’s mission.” Friday announces.

“Of course we do.”

“Come, the faster we get it done the faster we can go home.”

“Really?” You asked, your eyes wide and bright with hope.

“Really.”

You walk into the apartment first. Giving Wanda a hug and thanking her for watching the kids. As soon as she leaves Bucky steps in much to the delight of the kids.

“Daddy!” Henry shouts as he runs full force into Bucky’s embrace.

Charlotte however steps closer to you and wraps her arms around one of your legs. She watches as Bucky and Henry hug and then looks up at you.

“Hey, doll.” Bucky says after kneeling in front of you. Lottie looks at her dad but moves to hide herself behind your leg.

“Sweet Angel, are you ok?”

Poking her head out from behind you, she looks at Bucky. “Dada no hate?” She asks quietly and you can see Bucky’s guilt written all over his face. Of course she would know about that conversation in the garage.

“I’m sorry, doll. You’re so special and daddy loves you so much. I could never ever hate you.” Bucky says softly. Charlotte moves away from you and wraps her arms around Bucky’s neck.

“Dada so good. Is best an lobe you dada.”

Bucky begins to cry quietly and Henry moves to hug him from behind. You can’t help but also join the hug pile on the floor in the middle of the living room. Even Alpine joins in.

“Can habe seepover?” Lottie asks as she pulls back in order to get a better look at both you and Bucky. Her best pout and pleading eyes on display.

“Of course we can. Dada needs lots of cuddles.”

“Can gibe them.” Lottie says proudly.

“Me too.” Henry adds.

“Me three.” You say as you pull Henry into your lap and kiss his temple. “What about a movie night? We can have snacks and all the cuddles.”

“Yeah!”

“Alright let’s go get our comfiest pajamas on. Come on sweet Angel, I’ll help you get your pjs.”

“No, dada do it.” She says as she tugs on Bucky’s arm.

Bucky gets up after giving you a kiss on the cheek and lets Lottie drag him to her room.

“I told you he’d be back soon.”

“You did, sweet boy. Why don’t you go get your pjs and I’ll start on the snacks.”

“Just no cereal in bed.” Henry quips as he stands up.

“It was your idea in the first place not mine.”

He giggles and runs into the hallway.

****

After snacks were made and everyone was changed, the kids chose the movie they wanted to watch. While the movie played you and Bucky sat against the headboard. Your attention was split between the movie and the kids singing and dancing along to all the songs from Encanto.

You knew there was a deeper conversation that you and Bucky needed to have but for now you were just happy that he was where he belonged. As the night went on and the movie ended and a new one was chosen. Henry was already tucked into your side. Lottie made her way to her dad’s lap. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand and yawned as she found a comfortable position. With her back against his chest she settled to watch more tv until her head lolled to the side and soft snores filled the air.

Most importantly her pink teddy bear held securely in her arms.

Ch. 26

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spider-woman

pairing: steve harrington x female!reader

WC: 3.3K

warnings: cursing, mentions of a cut and bruise, a very inaccurate way to stop a panic attack (i took inspiration from teen wolf, dont actually do that)

summary: everyone has secrets, but what happens when yours involves super powers and saving lives?

A/N: ive had this in my drafts since i started writing the byers-harrington story. trying to get better at posting more stories in between the series. shout to my lovely friend @alecmores​ who does all of the proof reading because i practically write blindly.

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“What the hell!”

“Steve!”

-

You were just coming home from a quiet night of patrolling the streets. Ensuring no one was hurt, stores weren’t being robbed, and animals were safe and fed. Although there was just one incident where it had to get physical, you ended up with a black eye and a slight cut to your abdomen, allowing blood to seep out, staining the frayed edges of your costume.

Once you had the perpetrator webbed up and got in contact with the police you made your way back to your apartment, fatigued grabbing at your eyelids, letting them flutter close for a few seconds before you snap them back open and barely miss ramming into a billboard sign or the side of a building. 

You make it to your apartment window after midnight, trying to be as quiet as possible not knowing if Steve or Robin are home or asleep already. You push the frame up as slowly as possible since it likes to creak and groan if you move it too fast upwards. You slowly moved one leg through the frame, reaching for the ground, and then moved your other leg. When both feet were touching the ground you maneuvered your upper body under the frame, making sure you didn’t hit your head by moving up too fast.

When you were halfway through you grabbed your backpack from the fire escape and placed it right beside you before moving inside and standing up. Again, you slowly moved to close the window and then threw your curtains shut causing your room to become blacked out. 

When you heard no movement coming from the hallway indicating that no one was home or heard you, you let out a sigh causing the slight cut to sting again. When you turned around heading towards your dresser wanting to be in regular clothes, you forgot that your backpack was placed right beside your feet allowing you to fall face-first onto the floor. You let out a cry because, hello dumbass you just smacked your face into the floor, maybe bruising your nose.

You then heard thundering steps coming from the hall, shocking you because it might be an intruder who heard you. The sound of running got louder coming towards your bedroom's direction causing your spidey senses to tingle, bringing you to attack ready with your web shooters pointed at your door preparing for the intruder. Your door was thrown open and without hesitation, you activated your shooters, webbing the intruder from moving any further, stopping them in their spot.

You heard the thump of their body meeting the floor before you even realized who you just webbed up.

“What the hell!”

Your eyes bugged out hearing the cry of your roommate and boyfriend, “Steve!” And you instantly turned a light on.

There Steve was, webbed up in just his plaid pajama pants with his metal baseball bat pressing against his chest. His hair was a bit disheveled meaning your cry woke him up from slumber, he usually sleeps lighter when you’re not together. His eyes were blown wide just like yours were, but both were for different reasons.

You could see Steve’s eyes grow even wider when you were in his proper eyesight. His pupils were roaming over your figure, specifically your chest which was bent over his body with your gloved hands covering your mouth in shock just showing your eyes, along with your black eye. He was looking at the suit covering your body colored in red and blue material with black webbing covering the whole suit, he stared at the spider emblem that was in the center of your chest, and he was not looking out of desire, but confusion. His eyes then moved to the open cut on the side of your abdomen where the fabric was ripped up showing your skin.

“(Y/N)! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING? AND WHY DO YOU HAVE A BLACK EYE AND A CUT!”

You slowly moved your hands from your face, wanting to say something to Steve to try and smooth this situation over, but with nothing coming to mind, you just stated the obvious.

“I’m Spider-Woman?” you stated in more of a question form instead of a fact.

There was a beat of silence between the both of you. All you could hear was your heartbeat moving erratically, Steve’s shaky breathing, the refrigerator turning on to make ice, and the distant sounds of nightlife seeping in through your thin walls.

You moved closer to Steve, kneeling on the floor next to him, roughly ripping at the tough webbing keeping him hostage. You pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth with your brows furrowed in slight stress and concentration. Even with your enhanced strength, the webbing kept its hold, maybe even tightening from the stress. You did make the substance so it was strong enough to withhold the weight of a car or building, and it didn’t dissolve until two hours later.

During this moment you’re choosing to not look in Steve’s direction since he still hasn’t said anything and your anxiety was slowly building the longer his silence lasted. You always knew this was something you would have to bring up to him and Robin, but you wished this wasn’t how Steve found out.

“(Y/n),” Steve spoke quietly, barely even heard, trying to grab your attention from your task at hand.

When you didn’t look at him right away he tried calling your name with a bit more steadiness and demand. You barely even turned your head an inch before flinching back into place, scared to be having this talk, scared of what this could mean for your relationship. You know Steve loves you and you love him, but this is something you’ve kept a secret for two years. With all the excuses that range from believable to straight-up stupid that has come out of your mouth, Steve is probably questioning everything.

“(Y/n), can you look at me?”

You finally decided to look in his direction, directly staring into his dark irises which were dripping in confusion and concern. He was still covered in webbing, but at least he could move his left arm out of the grasp allowing him to grip your forearm to keep your attention on him. The both of you were just watching each other now, trying to see who will make the first move, say the first thing. It was Steve to say something first, which makes sense since he needs more answers.

“When did this happen?” was the first question he asked.

“Two years ago, I started to do the webbing thing a month after the incident,” was all you said.

He was still staring at you, the silence slowly suffocating the both of you. You didn’t want to tell Steve or Robin about this because you were scared they would end up getting involved with your crime-fighting life, you wanted to keep the two parts of yourself separate for as long as possible, guess two years was the best you could have before the curtain fell. This was probably the worst time to have this moment since your reputation was slowly growing, meaning more people are out to get you and stop you, aka try to kill you.

You were looking into Steve’s eyes, ones that were watching you, zipping all across your face almost like he was trying to commit every single detail of your face to his memory. As you were just observing him it scared you because this is something you didn’t want Steve to worry about, having him already worried about you, in general, was enough. Adding onto the fact that this line of ‘work’ could get you killed, or get him killed. It would kill you inside and you're pretty sure it would break Steve as well if something were to happen to you.

You went back to pulling the webbing on his body, finally, after all the tugging and ripping, it broke allowing Steve to move again. With him finally free, he sat forward, dropping this bat next to him on the floor, and cupped your face with both his hands gripping your face, gentle, but firm in place. He swiped his right thumb delicately under your left eye where the bruise was already slowly fading in color.

You closed your eyes and leaned your head into his left hand just enjoying this peaceful moment, wishing to freeze time right now, worried about what will happen in the next minute or two.

“Hey,” is the one word that brought you back to reality.

You slowly lifted your eyelids and looked at Steve through your lashes, honestly, you just wanted to sleep right now and talk about this in the morning when you're both properly awake.

“Steve, I know you really wanna talk about this situation, but I’m tired and have to clean my cut, and I would really love to just be in bed right now cuddling you.”

You didn’t want to make it seem like you wanted to avoid this conversation, but it’s been a long day and this interaction felt longer than it was. You could see that Steve was a bit annoyed about having to put off this conversation, but you could tell he saw the dark circles around your eyes signaling to him that you did need the rest and the peacefulness of being home.

He just sighed and nodded his head telling you that he understood. You stood up first, grabbing his wrist and pulling his warm hands away from your cheeks, and then helped him up from the floor. You could see that your webbing was slowly dissolving on the floor leaving behind a little gooey pile, another thing to ignore right now.

You let go of Steve and started to head in the direction of your bathroom, but a grip on your wrist stopped you in your tracks making you turn your head in the direction of Steve. He was just staring at you, watching you as you looked back at him. Knowing what he wanted at this moment now you tilted your head in the direction of the bathroom pulling him along.

You walked into the bathroom with Steve in tow, feeling his watchful gaze following every motion, from grabbing the first aid kit to stripping off the top half of your suit leaving you in just the lower half and your bra. You went to grab the cotton balls and some alcohol, but Steve’s hands beat you to them, pulling them away from your grasp.

“Let's go to the bedroom,” Steve spoke up, his voice a bit harsh.

You just nodded your head, sleep slowly becoming more inviting as each second passed and the feel of Steve’s warm body on your skin is even more welcoming at this moment. The both of you moved quietly through the apartment to make sure you didn’t wake up Robin since it was now nearing two AM.

When you both walked into Steve’s separate bedroom you let go of Steve’s hand, walked to the end of the bed, and sat down with a groan, placing your face in your hands while your elbows rested on your knees. Steve closed the door behind him before walking up to you, running his fingers behind your ear. He moved his hand from behind your ear, gliding it towards your wrist to pull one of your hands away so he can see your face. Steve dropped the kit onto the floor and grabbed your other wrist, both now in his grasp and both pulled away from your face leaving you feeling exposed.

“I’m going to clean your cut and eye and we’re going to sleep this night off, but in the morning the first thing we have to talk about is this situation,” Steve said to you in a low, but solid voice telling you this was one of your serious conversations.

You just nodded your head, too tired to even say okay.

Steve made quick work of cleaning your wounds because they were already slowly healing on their own anyway, but you didn’t tell him that. He would stop and mutter a quiet “sorry” anytime that you hissed from the disinfectant making contact with the wounds. He kept a firm grip on your jaw when cleaning your black eye, moving your face slightly when needed.

It felt intimate with the way he had his grasp on your face, the same way he sometimes held you when you were kissing and it slowly led into something more heated, more passionate, more wanting between the both of you. Although right now you don’t know if he feels any of that wanting right now, just the thought of him not loving you anymore because of this makes your brain go into a bit of panic making your breathing pick up its speed.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Steve asked, moving his hands to grip your upper arms.

You were looking into Steve’s warm eyes that were clouded with concern and panic, just watching you as you were losing your hold on your breathing.

“I-I c-can’t bre-“

You didn’t even register what was happening for a few seconds before your mind caught up to the present moment. 

The feeling of his soft lips on your lips, his hands moving to hold your face, his fingers delicately touching your cheeks and jaw. The feeling of him grounding you back into reality, allowing for your hands to follow in his actions and moving them to hold his face by his jaw, barely setting your forearms on his shoulders. Your lips finally moved before Steve had the chance to lean away from you. Wanting to savor this moment, this little bubble of simple, peaceful times with your boyfriend, and not pay attention to anything that happened before this moment or think of what will happen in the morning.

The outside world became background noise to you, only tuning your ears to the thumping of Steve’s heartbeat as he was tasting you, hearing the hiccups in his breathing when the kiss became more than what it originally was intended to be. Your skin becomes overstimulated just from the feeling of his skin pressing into your cheeks, or the scent of his natural body odor mixed with his body wash; something clean mixed with woodsy elements.

When the both of you ran out of air in your lungs you both pulled back slowly, almost thinking this might be the last time you kiss, the last time you feel each other, but it won’t be the last time, right?

You lean your foreheads against each other, you choosing to not open your eyes, not wanting to break whatever this spell was. You don’t know if Steve chose to do the same thing, but the both of you were just stewing in the silence now. Steve’s fingers swiped across your face where they were holding you in place and then suddenly his thumbs moved under your eyes like he was wiping away fallen tears leaking without your permission.

“Let’s go to sleep, yea?”

Steve spoke the command out quietly as he continued rubbing his thumbs against your wet cheeks. You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth, the tears free-flowing now. You can’t lose him, you can’t lose Steve. He was someone who made you feel exceptional, beyond beautiful, worthy of every piece of your being in this crazy and dangerous world.

He and Robin were all that you had left, your parents were dead, your uncle was killed, and your aunt passed away a year ago. They were the only two people who have constantly been there for you, and if something were to happen to either of them, you don’t think you can continue living.

“Steve,” your voice was rough, the tears causing your throat to constrict.

His hands stayed glued to the side of your face, his thumbs continuing to sweep away the on slot of tears, “sweetheart-” you cut him off, “Steve, please, please” your hands kept a firm hold on his cheeks, “please, don’t break up with me, just because of this. I-”

“Wait, what?” Now Steve interrupted you.

You jerked your head away from the close distance the two of you formed from your kissing session. The look on Steve’s face probably mirrored the look on yours. Brows furrowed in the middle, eyes squinted and held confusion within his irises, his lips a bit pursed, and if this wasn’t a serious conversation you would happily kiss away the puckered mouth.

“You thought- you thought I was gonna break up with you…because you’re Spider-Woman?” he scoffed at the end.

“Well, I-” you were at a loss for words right now. “I just- this was a big secret that I kept from you.”

“(Y/n), sweetheart,” he pulled your face in close and pecked your lips, once, twice, and a third time for good measure. “I would never break up with you, in general, I’m in way too deep,” a stunning smile appeared on both your faces at the confession.

“But this is personal, so I can tell you would have told me eventually. I’m upset because you’ve been putting yourself in danger, and I would have never known if something bad happened to you.” His hands wander along your face.

“Now I wish we had this conversation earlier,” your joking nature spills in.

Steve stood up, his hands leaving your face, “and now I wish we had this conversation in the morning.” He held a hand out for you to take, “now, let’s go to bed. I need my beauty sleep darling.”

You snorted, “Okay, well I need to change out of,” you pointed to the half-striped suit, “my super suit.” A cheeky smile to your words.

“Shall we strip you the fun way or the boring way?” Steve’s reply was even cheekier.

“The boring way, you perv.”

“Shame. I wanted to see how flexible you are.”

“Steve, you already know the answer.”

“Yeah, but you said it’s ‘cause of gymnastics. Now I know you’re Spider-Woman, this opens more possibilities.” 

You decided to indulge his idea for a moment, “maybe another time, lover boy.”

He handed you a shirt, “and I’m now going to hold you to that promise.”

With a shake of your head and a smile on your lips, you clipped your bra off and threw the shirt over your upper half. “Ah, come on. Can’t even get a little show?” Steve cried from the bed.

“If you give me twenty bucks, I might put a little burlesque show on.”

He just chuckled at the comment and you heard him sigh before there was the rustling of sheets being moved around on the bed.

With Steve’s oversized shirt covering your upper torso and the hem hitting the top of your thighs, you discarded the dirty suit into a corner and crawled into the bed. You slipped under the covers and Steve instantly has his arms around your body, one over your waist and the other lying under your head. Your own tightly clinging around Steve’s waist and palms flat against his heated back.

“I’m sorry, again.” You mumbled into his neck, nose rubbing against his pulse.

He wrapped you tighter, “I forgive you. I understand why you would keep this a secret, I’m just gonna be worried about your safety twenty-four-seven now. Something I already do, but now I’m on high alert.” He huffed a laugh, trying to play it off as a bit of humor but you knew he meant it.

“I can’t promise you, but I’ll- I’ll try and stay alive.” Your voice cracks just a bit.

Steve was quiet, only the feeling of his chest moving up and down along with him breathing through his nose tickling your strands, long fingers running through your hair. You knew it wasn’t the sweetest thing to say at the moment, but it was the truth. You couldn’t promise your safety or even Steve and Robin’s after this night, and you couldn’t even promise to him that you’ll stay alive and make it back to him, but he didn’t need to know the full truth, only an easy lie. 

“Just come back breathing. That’s all I’ll ask of you, (Y/n),” you felt the wet tears hit your scalp but didn’t comment, just held him tighter.

...

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington reader insert #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x female reader #stranger things #stranger things series #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington angst #steve harrington au #spider-man au

[chaos-has-theories]

It's here! My TLT Hemospectrum chart. Turns out I'd even finished the description, it just needed light editing.

One day I said to my roommate "Gideon is just so rustblood coded" and then I said "Harrow is definitely a blue blood" and three days later I had this. I'm… sorry? But don't get me wrong, I am deadly serious. THE BUTTS (colors) MATCH

Blank Hemospectrum chart by Rotommowtom, found here. Explanation/Image ID below.

Let's start from the bottom, shall we?

Gideon Nav: candy-red Images: GtN cover; astrological cancer symbol/Sign of the Signless; the scratched out Ninth on Gideon's chapter skull Text: "incongruously red hair" "mutant blood" "the Signless" Additional lines to Rust Class (for her servitude) and Bronze class (for her specific colors)

Gideon is incredibly Rustblood-coded. Just look at her eyes and hair and the colors on her book. But it really is no more than coding. Because very clearly, she's actually mutant candy-red! The Signless. She grows up without a Lusus parents and she is treated as a mutant and an outcast by the Ninth House. She's assumed to be at the bottom of the barrel when really she should be all the way at the top.

And, well. She's lesbian Jesus. Just like Karkat and Kankri. Sth sth Gideon's first act being unlocking her cuffs sth the sign of the signless sth Gideon on that fence vs the Sufferer in his Saint Sebastian getup. Quoth also my roommate: "Gideon wearing glasses and her hood is like Karkat greytyping"

Rust Class: Second House Text: "A very common class, often used to serve and protect Highbloods, often has jobs tailored to Janitorial work, sometimes has Psychic Abilities" "Second-styled Cohort all scarlet and white" Title: Ranked Captain

The actual Rustbloods. Have you ever looked through the Dramatis Personae of GtN and noticed that the 2nd have seemingly no inherited title* whatsoever? Yeah. And obviously, their house color is red. Plus, compare how Judith only ever thinks she has any kind of cachet around the rest of the houses, even though her one attempt to pull rank fails miserably. ("A cohort captain don't rank higher than a Third official.")

(*Judith does get adressed as "Lady Judith" by Teacher once. Draw your own conclusions, but I think that might be generic towards a house heir with no other titles.)

Bronze Class: Fifth or Seventh? Text: "Are often Gifted with the Ability to Commune with Animals" "brown, long coated suit" (fifth); "'I agree', said her bronze statue of a cavalier" (seventh)

This one I'm the most unclear on. By House colors, it would have to be the Fifth, but I also have reasons to place them higher up in the chart. Additionally Protesilaus (non-puppeted version ) gets described as "bronzed and vigorous" and a "bronze statue" three times in row. As we've already seen with Gideon, though, I suspect that necros and their cavs can be placed in different Classes. There's 12 of them, after all, and only 9 Houses. I'm inclined to give this one to Pro, and maybe even Dulcie - she and Tavros have at least the wheelchair in common.

Gold Class: Eighth House Text: "Very often has Psychic Abilities, Often used as External Power Sources" "soul siphoner" "mustard blood" "mayonnaise uncle"; "Nona's eyes were a deep, warm gold" Title: Master Templar

This is the one that struck me with lightning and had me go down this rabbit-hole in earnest. "Often used as external power sources". Did you mean: Soul Siphoning? And: Gold blood gets derogatorily described as "mustard blood" on multiple occasions. Mayonnaise uncle, anyone? Note that I'd consider placing Silas higher up on his own, but he patently does not have a noble title. Even Teacher just calls him "Master Octakiseron". Still, I've got a tentative line up to Teal for his "justice of the tome".

There's an extra line here, linking Alecto's golden eyes to the idea of an external power source. (And Gideon's, of course. There's a theme about only the cavalier characters being Golden.) Also, while one of the Third House colors is Gold, I have good reason to keep them further up this pyramid. In any case, it's mostly Corona who gets described as the "golden twin" (in GtN). See also this on the question of whether Corona has been used as Ianthe's power source since birth.

Olive Class: The Sixth Text: "Rarely having Psychic abilities. The Middle Class."; "nice normal olive" Title: Master Warden

This one was a bit more difficult, but Camilla is described as having "olive skin" twice (those being the only uses of the word in all three books). Also, just vibes-based, I asked around, and this was the result. More importantly, maybe: "the middle class". You will find that noone below this line has a noble title, while everyone above does. Yes, everyone.

Jade Class: Fifth House? Text: "Oddly a very rare class. Tends to the Mother Grub and assists young grubs" "A strong relationship with both Tettares and Chatur" Title: Lady (and Seneschal) of Koniortos Court

Slightly unclear here, except that Magnus and Abigail have the strongest parent vibes I've ever seen. Their whole house uses those parent vibes as political weapons, okay. Lipsticks, chainsaws, and how the fifth "skinned itself over with such airs of civilization…but they were spirit talkers, and speakers to the dead. And the dead were savage." Relatedly: "Abigail Pent blazed like a flare from a blue and Alien sun…. Abigail was soaking wet, wreathed in hot mistlike shimmers by spirit magic… A reek hit Harrow like a faceful of snow: water, brine, blood." Compare that to Kanaya's shiny rainbow drinker form.

I am also having thoughts about Nona being called a "green thing". Sth sth mother grub, and the ability to repopulate humanity.

Teal Class: Seventh House Text: "Often Legislacerators, and often deals with judicial issues"; "Her dress was a (concoction) of seafoam" Title: Duchess (and Knight) of Rhodes

Colorwise perfectly correct, and a Duchess definitely belongs into the Bluebloods. I don't know what to think about the "Judicial Issues" - hence the uncertain line connecting to Silas and the "judgement of the tome" - but admittedly Cytherea is at Canaan House to mete out her version of justice.

See also sth sth representation of disabilty as seen in both Dulcie and Terezi, and potentially even how Cytherea causes Gideon's death, while Dulcie tells Harrow that she might still be saved. Compare to Terezi killing and then saving Vriska to save everyone… le shrug, as the kids say.

Cerulean Class: Ninth House Images: HtN cover Text: "Sometimes has the Ability to Mind control others"; "'You can control my body,' she said. 'You can read my thoughts.' 'No. Not remotely.'

Somewhat unclear. But the line about whether or not Harrow can control Gideon was always… hm. Is "borrowing perceptions" really so much different from mind reading? Besides, mind controlling Gideon is like Harrow's #1 activity starting in chapter one, even if she does it through considerable planning. And of course once we get into the permeability of the soul, looking at "your most intimate memories" is the least of your troubles.

Anyway, Harrow is just so blue-coded. It's her cover, her vibes, and listen: Teacher and Aiglamene call her "Your Grace". It's the correct style for a Bishop or Archbishop, but it's also solidly intriguing considering it's also used for Duchesses and Kings (real life) and Lyctors (NtN).

Indigo Class: Fourth House Text: "Often possesses high levels of Physical Strength and Nobility"; "blue hood". Title: Baron (and Knight) of Tisis

The Dreadful Teens wear blue. Strength, Nobility, Fidelity, and the Emperor.

Purple Class: Third House Text: "Highest Landdwelling Caste, keeps lowerbloods in check"; "Ianthe's pallid purple irises" Title: Princess of Ida

Violet Class: Third House Text: "Royal bloods that ensure the safety of the empress"; "deep, liquid violet"; "I won't tell her. You can't do this, doll, not now."; "1950s-style human greaser" Title: (Crown) Princess and Prince of Ida

Things get properly interesting here. Because yeah, blah blah, highest titles of the nobility, "royal bloods" and princesses; and Naberius' connection to pre-scratch Cronus Ampora.

But while Coronabeth's eyes consistently get described as "violet", Ianthe's are only ever "purple". Or occasionally "dying violets". "Violets on dialysis." Definitely not true violet, no matter how much Ianthe tries. Also, Ianthe "Gatekeep" Tridentarius loves to keep lowbloods in check. It's like her favorite thing.

To get our purples mixed up even more, it's the Fuchsias that traditionally fight with tridents in Homestuck. Tridents, Tridentarius, Trident Knife. Though of course -

Fuchsia Class: First House Text: "The Ruling Empress, has the power to enforce and influence all castes"; "Necromancer Divine, King of the Nine Renewals, our Resurrector, the Necrolord Prime" Title: The Emperor

Do I really need to explain that? He's the Emperor. Of course he's at the top of the pyramid. His "Stop" spell thingy is just the cherry on top. What else could there be to say?

…I'm SO glad you asked. Cherub time!

Alecto: Lime Green Images: green cherub spiral Text: "The dominant personality will then completely consume the other, integr8ting it in such a way that only one is left."; "Muse of Space"

John Gaius: Candy Red Text: "I mastered Death, Harrowhark; I wish I'd done the smarter thing and mastered Time."; "Lord of Time"

I've talked about this before, but John and Alecto are absolutely a Lord of Time/Muse of Space duo. Active vs Passive, life vs death, and the process of a cherub maturing is eerily like Lyctorhood. There's been plenty of theorizing on whether John actually does control time. Personally I don't think so, but it's certainly suggestive! And if John's the metaphorical mutant red, it's exactly what passed on to Gideon ("lipochrome. recessive") while the lime green neatly ties Alecto back to her "green and breathing thing".

Aaaand that's it! Thank you most kindly for reading all this, and if you have any questions, ideas, or frustrated noises to make, come scream at me please :D

#the locked tomb #homestuck #chaos has theories #my favorite tag! returned from the war! #personal thanks to jods-duplicitous-sluts and my-mountain-hyacinth for indeed kicking me until I post this. thank you for your service #tlt meta

[matchibee]

Quit

enemies to loversish? not proofread

“You’re injured.” Miguel’s face contorted with concern as he looked at your battered state — dirt and grime sticking to you like a second skin. dried blood trailing down your face, indicating with undeniable accuracy where your injuries had been sustained.

You pushed him away, Miguel one to always do the same to you. No matter how desperately you tried to meet him halfway, he was always hesitant to establish friendship, the two of you drifting apart like leaves in the wind — a forbidden dance that mirrored the other, yet never seemed to come together. “I’ll live.”

Miguel grunted. “Obviously. You wouldn’t be here if I thought you’d die.”

The closet thing to a compliment you’d ever gotten out of him, and yet it was frame entirely like an insult, further reminding you of your place in his web of lies. A pawn in his game of chess, all his pieces on the board.

“I’m flattered.” With a hitch of your breath Miguel took hold of you, palms encapsulating your cheeks as he surveyed the damage, brows furrowing into an even deeper scowl as you winced in pain upon contact.

You pushed Miguel away, licking your thumb as you wiped away the grime that bothered you most, wiping whatever you could with the sleeve of your suit.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Miguel sighed as though you were a disruptive child, as though you were a nuisance to his very existence, a constant that didn’t cease. “You can’t go back to HQ looking like—“

“Like I failed a mission?”

He didn’t wanna say it, looking to the ground with conflict in his eyes, the very words you’d uttered raking through his mind as though reopening a new wound. It hadn’t been what he thought, not in the slightest, and the fact that your mind had drifted there nearly automatically left a pain in his chest.

You continued, throat unbearably dry. “You just don’t want them to know you made a mistake.”

“But you’re not—“ His voice trailed off, eyes turning to look anywhere except you. He feared that if your eyes met he’d say the wrong thing, perhaps reveal too much. And where would that leave him then?

Besides, Miguel didn’t care. He never did. He despised you just as you despised him, made you feel as though you were nothing in the face of his affections. He couldn’t love, refused to teach himself how to piece himself back together, and in the process any prospect of change slipped through his fingertips.

“We’ll get him ‘em time.”

“No,” You scoffed, opening up a portal with your watch, flicking the accessory off your wrist with little effort. “You’ll get ‘em next time. I quit.”

“You can’t just—“

“You’re not the boss of me.”

“I am!” Miguel’s voice grew in volume. “And as your boss, I’m telling you—!”

“Goodbye, Miguel.”

He grabbed your wrist as you dipped into the portal, half your face obscured by blinding lights as you turned back towards him. “Let go—“

“Don’t leave me.”

His eyes shimmered with your image, a radiance so ethereal he feared it be fiction, his mind blurred of all conviction. Miguel looked down at you with a pleading gaze and a heart that bled the color of your eyes. Your skin was what he saw when he closed his eyes every evening before bed, your voice like a melody a song he mumbled throughout the day.

But he hated you, despised you because no matter how badly he loathed to admit it, in another universe he’d lost you. When he first saw you in your own universe he’d been thrown in for a loop, hands oblivious of where to fall, mind begging for reason as his heart prepared to fall in love all over again.

So he did what any rational man would do, he ran. Like a thief in the night he made way with your thoughts, refusing to return them, refusing to even look in your direction.

Thought his body called your name, his heart sang a different song, one of longing and ache. An internal conflict that physically pained him, scorched his feelings of any semblance of continuity, leaving him a husk of a man that once was — a man that did not deserve to love.

You’d tried so hard to make him comfortable in your presence, rationalizing he simply needed a friend in these trying times. And in your efforts you were met with a cold shoulder, with a gaze that could kill and a voice that dripped with venom. Miguel wanted nothing to do with you, was the only voice of reason permeating through doubt, and as much as you despised to admit it, you simply knew you had no choice but to concede.

“I’m not gonna stay and let you treat me like shit. I’ve put up with more than enough of that.”

“I don’t mean it, you have to believe me. I’m so scared. Scared of who I was, scared of who I am when I’m around you.”

You shook your head, doing your best to slink further into the portal, but Miguel pulled you back as far as he could will himself, cradling you in his arms, begging the heavens not to take you away.

“I’m not who you think I am, Miguel. That person doesn’t exist anymore.”

Should he speak, Miguel might as well have been condemned. But he gave himself a final opportunity, perhaps the only opportunity.

“I don’t want that person, don’t you understand? I want you, I-I think I always have.”

The words that fell from his lips invaded your mind, kissed the very essence of your soul. But that didn’t make the way he treated you right, that didn’t mean he had any excuse for the way he tossed you aside as though you were nothing.

“I’m not the man I was. I’m broken, scared. I don’t like this feeling, this way you…” He searched his mind for the words, languages jumbling within his mind in the midst of such unrelenting emotion. “The way you make me feel isn’t like anything I’ve felt before. Not with friends, family… Not even them.” His mind drifted to you, that variant of you that he would’ve moved heaven and earth to please. But in Miguel’s heart he came to realize he would condemn creation itself, make a mockery of its efforts as he placed stars of his own design in the sky for everyone to see, stars that twinkled with the glimmer of your eyes as his pressed his lips to yours.

And when he pulled away, hands cupping your face, your injuries still on full display, he hadn’t the faintest idea what to say — what you would say in response.

“You’re broken,” You whispered, pressing your palm to his chest. “Because the multiverse took your love for granted.” Miguel wrapped his hands around your gesture, nodding his head as tears beaded in his eyes.

“I’m sorry for how I treated you.”

You nodded your head. It was perfect, this wasn’t perfect, but it was a start.

“I know, Miguel.”

#across the spiderverse #beyond the spiderverse #miguel o’hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderverse #into the spiderverse #spiderman #spiderverse x reader #miguel o’hara

[meteor752]

Double life except instead of just the sharing of pain and lives they also share a child together

Exactly what the title says

Like, one month after the gang was all dropped into Double Life, they all got a notif about seven new entities spawning in. When checking spawn, then gang finds six multicolored baskets all containing a child, an egg, and a letter. The letter is from The Watchers or smt, essentially saying “Sup, here’s some kids for y’all, lol take care”. Panic ensues

Also all the names are very arbitrary apart from one being chosen for a dumb pun

Liana no last name given

Professional Scammer and pathological liar, Liana is the fledgling that hatched from the egg belonging to Scar and Grian

She’s a manipulator at heart, a con artist through and through, tho she hides it behind sickeningly sweet words, large puppy eyes and bright colors

Has great relationships with both of her dads, even though their parenting styles are very different

Grian is a total helicopter parent, Liana was barely allowed to leave the base as a kid in fear of her getting hurt

Scar does not give a shit, she could be telling him that she’s off to summon a wither and he’d just ask her to be home for dinner

She inherited the “Looks like a cinnamon roll but can actually kill you” vibe from Grian which she uses fully to her advantage

Scarlet Macaw hybrid, though her wings are too small for her to actually use them to fly, but they do help her glide

Dressed in strikingly bright colored suits just to throw people off, and smokes a pipe for pure aesthetic

Can’t build for shit, she’s a shame to the family

Dating Jassy

Wes Double-SV

Local stressed out mom friend, Wes is the baby from the yellow basket belonging to Impulse and BDubs

He’s an overachiever, always feeling a need to be perfect and do everything right

Suffers from a lot of OCD and anxiety

His relationship with his dads are a bit rocky, especially with BDubs

Both Impulse and BDubs are a bit like those Beauty Pageant moms, always feeling a need to prove that their child is the best. This is partly the reason for Wes’ disorders. Impulse can be a bit more chill than his hubby however

He does love his dads though

A thing that does add to his stress level however is the fact that all his friends are fucking maniacs and he’s the only voice of reason they have

Part imp like his father, his horns are his pride and joy

The tallest of the squad, usually carry the others if they get tired

Has a bit of the clock obsession, he’s got both a pocket watch and a rolex just because

Dating Jekiv

Gertrude Statz-Diggity Dawg

Chillest person to have ever walked this earth, Gertrude is the pup from the blue basket belonging to Ren and BigB

She’s a Redstoner, a damn good one at that too, and isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty

Does not give af about anything, just here to vibe

Her relationship with Ren is very casual, they’re more like dude bros than father and daughter

BigB is the more parental of the two, he’s the one who baked her cookies when she felt sad and told her stories when she couldn’t sleep

Dog hybrid and part werewolf, once every month she becomes ‘Weretrude’ (That was the dumb pun)

A big gal, second tallest of the gang, standing at six five, and ripped af, wears tank tops to show off her muscles

Wears shades so much that the light actually hurts her eyes at this point

Still got a lot of dog instincts to deal with, so don’t go throwing any sticks around her because she will just up and chase them before anyone knows what’s actually going on

Dating Novo

Jonathan ‘Johnny’ Tek

The server’s dashing charmer boy, Johnny is the country boy that was found in the red basket belonging to Jimmy and Tango

A true boy of the farm, this lad gets up every day at five am to do his chores, whistling a country tune as he does so

He takes more after Tango in terms of looks, but Jimmy when it comes to personality. He has his father’s blazing temper though

He’s the apple of his parents eye, an absolute breeze to handle as a kid which helped a lot because they’re both disasters

Talks with a very, very, thick southern accent that no one knows where it comes from, since no one else on the server has it

He plays the banjo, because of course he does

Demon hybrid, tries to hide his more demonic features like the horns and tail as to not scare the animals

Secretly kind of a monster fucker

Aromantic, so not dating anyone

Jassy Smallishbeans

Anime ninja extraordinaire, Jassy is the girl that was found in the gray basket belonging to Etho and Joel

Tries her dang hardest to have a cool and intimidating presence like Etho, but she’s a bit too much of a goofball to be able to

The biggest fucking fan of puns, will go to serious lengths to tell a bad and witty joke

Idolizes Etho, he’s the coolest fucking person in her eyes and she wants to be just like him

He’s very protective and constantly worries about his daughter, even if he tries to act like he’s not

Joel is a bit of an awkward parent, he tries his best with her but he’s not cut out for parenting

Jassy is genuinely a very good fighter, stealthy enough to sneak past skulk sensors with no issue, and a master marksman. She just has a problem keeping a straight face sometimes

Has a few anime attributes, such as the unnatural white and ridiculously styled hair, a very strange way of eating*, and the swirly eyes whenever she gets knocked out

Lean mean speedy machine

Has to wear a mask covering her mouth to hide the goofy smile she gets constantly

Dating Liana

(*That thing Anime girls do when they take the smallest fucking bite out of something and then immediately like, orgasms or something it’s so weird, look it up if you don’t know what I’m talking about)

Jekiv Inthelittlewood

The Half dead sass master, Jekiv is the zombie child that was found in the green basket belonging to Cleo and Martyn

Is very monotone without really meaning to, but yeah this boy will roast the shit out of you

He was mostly raised by Cleo, since Martyn wasn’t too keen on having a child. He gets along great with his mom, but his relationship with his dad is pretty much non existent

Martyn tried to reforge it when Jekiv became a teenager, but the damage was already done and the daddy issues had settled in

Absolutely fucking adores frogs, they’re his buddies and his pockets are filled with them

Kind of hates his sorta Step-Brother Novo

He is a zombie hybrid, which means that he can’t sleep, his skin is rotting away, he limps when he walks, and he’s sensitive to sunlight

Wears a light pink cloak to cover up his skin. Is also always dressed in pastel to counter his kind of horrory and gory look

Dating Wes

Novo Major-Moon

Unhinged freakster of the server, Novo is the half elf in from purple basket belonging to Scott and Pearl

Superstitious as all hell, wears a four clover necklace around his neck, a rabbit foot around his ankle and had his pockets filled with acorns

He thinks his mom is really cool and awesome, and even if Scott had the majority of the custody this bitch still turned out insane

He’s got them crazy eyes, a slight twitch to his movement and absolutely zero filter for his mouth, spouting out every random thought he could think of

He’s absolutely tiny, standing at barely five feet, with zero muscle, which makes him the ultimate twink

His makeup look consists of heavy eyeliner and then a spray bottle to the face, giving him the running mascara look. He knows he’s unhinged and he commits to the aesthetic

His dad thinks he should calm down a little and such, but he does support his son in his weird makeup and his beliefs

Adores annoying his kinda Step-Brother Jekiv

Dating Gertrude

Was this an excuse for me to make a bunch of fankids? Yes. Am I ashamed? Not in the slightest, no

Also if ur wondering Wtf kinda names these are, I was just sitting with a document typing random shit in until I found something that fit. Sometimes I got something nice, like Gertrude, and sometimes I just got a random bunch of letters, like Jekiv

I made some cute ship names for the couples as well, so we’ve got Stress and Sass, Tol and Smol, and Pirate and Parrot. Y’all can probs figure out who’s who.

But yeah I had fun doing this, character creation is one of my favorite things and I’d say it’s one of my biggest strengths as well, which is actually kind of sad

Also when I started this it was just the end of session three, and like now two couples have died so rip Team Ranchers and The Box duo, you’ll forever live in my heart

Edit: These babies now have DESIGNS! Check ‘em out!

Edit 2: These babies now have some CHARACTER TRAITS! Also DEATH!

#double life smp #dlsmp #double life smp headcanons #kinda #fankids #dlsmp fankids #Grian #goodtimeswithscar #desert duo #Scarian #bdoubleo100 #impulsev #homewrecking duo #Bpulse #renthedog #bigbst4tz2 #RenB #The Box duo #tango tek #jimmy solidarity #Team Rancher #joel smallishbeans #ethoslab #Smalletho #Box bros #zombiecleo #martyn inthelittlewood #Team Vultures #Clartyn #pearlescentmoon

[feroluce]

So I spoke somewhat about my thoughts on Emanator Sampo here, but I never really thought of it from a design point of view or what kind of powers he would have until just recently. But I actually kind of love leaning into it from a "stage hand" perspective?

Because like. Aha's body in THEIR official art is completely black, giving attention to all the fun brightly colored things around THEM. And that's so fitting for Sampo! He usually prefers to be a side character. He likes to act from the shadows. His is a much more subtle hand.

So I wonder if as an Emanator, a lot of his clothes are actually very dark? Not necessarily plain, still extravagant and needlessly detailed in things like cut and quality with lots of different fabrics and textures and ornamentation, but dark. Or maybe even his skin itself becomes blackened further down his body; his hands in particular are dark, as a sort of sleight of hand reference.

The motif of a lot of straps wrapped around him like in his canon design is still present, but they're all loose and flowing off of him like paper streamers now instead of restraining him or holding him together. He is no longer contained! Or maybe they're still a bit more rigid/heavy, but just draped more like red stage curtains!

And this is like. Fully self-indulgent, but I love inhuman designs, and there's nothing in canon to say I can't do this, so screw it! Go for broke!! Maybe it's not visible to normal people, but Sampo having a second set of arms would be really cool, as further sleight of hand reference. One set is almost normal looking, but his hands are a bright, attention-drawing white, and the other is dark, set almost in the shadows of the first arms, to act less noticeably.

He also has something of a broken heart design to him in canon (the front of his black shirt with its jagged shape down the middle; his coat looks like a full heart shape in the back), and I actually like him keeping that element as an Emanator, because I think it suits him. Sampo says his taste in aesthetics and views on Elation involve human dignity,

and the story he helps create in Belobog involves the long and winding road of resistance and survival and eventual triumph in the face of some very adverse, oppressing odds. (I'm pretty sure I heard he once called Wildfire "artless" though, plus the man acts like he thinks Shame is some kind of dessert, so like ndkdjzjskkd) But the point being!!

I think Sampo is someone who can appreciate heartbreak and angst and tragedy in a story, because it makes the victory at the end all the sweeter. And this would be another thing he shares with Aha, because I think THEY did bless the Mourning Actors partly just to be a little shit, but also because Aha does recognize tragedy as part of THEIR Path, too, and you can see it in some of the game. So a broken heart motif can still suit him, and I like him having elements of both comedy and tragedy. Like his clothing having a happy sun/sad moon (like the moon in Aha's art) or him having both of the traditional comedy/tragedy masks in his design.

And as Emanator, Sampo can maybe play with the stage settings environment, too. Like lights sometimes behave strangely around him, appearing blindingly bright to someone or dramatically dark. Sampo wills it and suddenly there seems to be a metaphorical spotlight right where he wants everyone to look. And when he doesn't want to be noticed, his face seems to be cast in shadow, he seemingly just fades into the background, no one notices or recognizes him and he sneaks away easily. He can create smoke or fog literally out of thin air without his bombs now, too, the air will just suddenly thicken until his stage is obscured, and Sampo can set the scene as he pleases or disappear without a trace.

And in line with being a stage hand, Sampo can direct attention like no other. He was already extremely good at this as a normal mortal, and becoming an Emanator only took it up to 11, past human limits. Sampo points, and all present feel compelled to follow his fingertip. He looks away, and they all follow his gaze. He can even affect the mood of an audience; he can influence everyone to be calm and placid or he can whip them into a feverish frenzy. Sometimes a crowd will start to become unsettled, agitation stirring until it boils over, until it incites a full on violent mob.

And in the middle of all that chaos will stand one perfectly calm figure, face cast in shadow, until they quietly slip away out of sight.

#sampo koski #hsr sampo #emanator sampo #hsr sampo koski #honkai star rail #hsr #they were talking about Emanator Sampo designs in the Sampard Nation server one night and somehow THAT was what got my mind going fjkdaljfk #there was also talk of him making monsters explode in confetti or making their heads pop off like a jack-in-the-box (my contribution hehe) #which is hilarious but just wasn't super relevant here jfklasdj #(I miss bouncing around ideas like that...if anyone knows another sampard server or even just a sampo-dedicated one hit me up!) #(i would love to join and would probably even have friends to bring!!) #but anyway yes I love Emanator Sampo being stage hand themed haha it's very fun with him #I have a lot of screenshots so I wanna try to use them for things like this more! #I think its in SU where it says Aha isn't as powerful an aeon as some of the others like Qlipoth or Lan or Nanook #so I like Sampo's powers being less direct and not just pure destructive power like a lot of the Destruction Emanators #it lets you get real creative with it <3 #maybe next I'll bring over my thoughts on his mask design? Ooh but I wanna talk about Geppie too... #Geppie protecting his soldiers from Cocolia or the actions he could have taken or his very sweet relationship with Bronya- #-or him being inspired by Serval or his HILARIOUS relationship with Pela... #Decisions decisions...

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Surprise!

Summary: The one where Harry makes it to Y/N’s birthday just on time.

Content warnings: so much fluff, a bit cheesy even? oops

Word count: 800

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September 9th had finally come, which meant it was Y/N’s birthday, and to celebrate, her loved ones were throwing her a not-so-very-surprise party.

She had unintentionally found out about it the day before, when she read her sister's Allie messages because she mistook her phone with hers. Wearing the same phone cases was not neither of them most brilliant idea… So they had to abort mission; the birthday party was no longer a surprise.

Y/N was currently in the car, her best friend Lola on the wheel, while she was constantly checking her phone, just in case her boyfriend Harry called her or sent her a message. He was away on tour, and it had been two months since they last saw each other, when she joined the first shows of his Love on Tour after his third album got released.

She really missed him.

Late night FaceTime calls, random texts every now and then and casual calls to check on the other when they didn’t have much time to; that was how they had been keeping in contact for the past weeks. Weeks that actually felt like months, and months that actually felt like years. They had reached that point in their relationship where being apart from one another actually hurt. So much none of them would have imagined.

"Ready?", Lola asked her, intertwining one of her arms with Y/N’s, a huge and contagious smile on her face. Her best friend was a year older and wiser that day, so of course Lola was beaming happiness.

Y/N gave her a quick and nervous nod, and they both headed inside.

"Happy birthday, Y/N!," her friends and family chanted as soon as she entered the place.

"Thank you," she murmured, suddenly getting a bit shy due to the amount of faces in front of her.

Jeez, those were a lot of people.

She looked around, saying hello and hugging everyone, thanking them for coming to celebrate with her that night, and that was when her eyes met his.

Harry was there, in a corner, looking adorably in her direction.

He was wearing a cream-coloured suit with a light blue shirt under it, the entire color combination highlighting his summer tanned skin and his white smile, one that gave her instant butterflies the moment she saw it.

"Hey, handsome," she greeted him, trying her best to contain her excitement. She had to puck her lips together to stop herself from squealing. That was how excited she was to see him.

"That's it? That's all I'm getting? A 'Hey?" he rose his eyebrows, chuckling.

"Not just a 'Hey', but a 'Hey, handsome'. Those are two very different things," she replied, pretending to be offended. He shook his head, smiling.

"Come here," his smile grew bigger as he pulled her to him, his arms wrapping around her waist and gluing her body to his to finally close the distance that had kept them separated all this time. He squeezed the birthday girl between his arms, and she allowed herself to smell his scent and feel his warmth after so long. "Happy birthday, baby," Harry whispered in her ear, making her smile agains his chest.

"I... I can't believe you're here," Y/N admitted, giggling.

"Surprise!," he shouted, and they both laughed, "I just couldn't spend this day away from you," he shrugged, blushing a bit.

Without a second thought, she took his face between her hands and passionately kissed him, like she promised herself she'd do next time she saw him. Well, the day had come.

The moment she pulled away, an involuntary sigh escaped her lips, "I forgot how good this felt."

“What exactly?,” Harry softly asked, caressing her cheek while his eyes were still fixed on her.

“This. You. Us.”

He nodded, knowing exactly what she meant. He had the chance to peck her lips one more time before he felt a hand on his shoulder and had to slightly turn around; one of his hands still touching her, not wanting to let go just yet.

"Thanks again, Harry," Allie spoke once she approached them both, patting him on the shoulder and giving him a smile.

"Oh, no problem at all," he assured her.

"Thank you for what?," Y/N casually asked, looking between the two of them.

"Who do you think paid for all this, sister?," Allie replied, and she left, shaking her head while giggling.

Her words left Y/N speechless.

She turned to him, "Wait..., what?"

He laughed nonchalantly, "It's nothing, baby. Really." She was about to say something, but he cut her off, "And before you say what I know you're about to..., I did it because I wanted to. You don't owe me anything, okay?,” he sweetly kissed her on the forehead, "Now go enjoy your night, princess. I'll be right here if you need me."

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