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lucyswinter · 4 months

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i love love LOVE your writing! i have a request for you. jonathan crane taking care of sick reader, praising her for taking medicine, loving on her, etc. i am going through it rn and want jonathan to take care of me

pairing: jonathan crane x sick!girlfriend!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none!

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(a/n): TYSM FOR THE REC ML!! I know I took a long time to answer this but I hope you are feeling better ❤️‍🩹

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“Sweetheart, I’m home!” You hear each beat as Jonathan’s shoes connect with the hardwood floor. “Where are you pretty girl?”

“Here Jon” you call to him weakly, a rasp tainting your already debilitated voice.

“Baby?” Jonathan asks worriedly he finally peeks around the frame of your opened doorway. He sees you lying in bed, your nose red and tissues everywhere, and his brow furrows. “Oh, sweet girl, what happened? Are you feeling okay?” He pesters you as he sits down on the bed next to you and puts the back of his hand against your forehead. You flinch a little at the initial shock of coldness from his fingers. “Oh, you’re burning up love. I’m going to take your temperature really quick.”

“No, Jon, i’m fine.” You plaster a fake smile onto your face “It’s just a little cold it’s really noth-“ You begin protest, but you’re quickly interrupted by a sneeze. That was not helping your case…

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you sound awful, my love. Just let me take your temperature to make sure we don’t need to take you to the doctor. Alright?” He puts a hand on your face and gently stroked your cheek.

“Fine” you grumble, turning away from Jonathan’s hand to release another beastly sneeze.

He grabs a thermometer from the dressed besides your bed and quickly turns it on. “Okay, open wide sweetheart”

You open your mouth, allowing him to softly place the cold metal tip of the thermometer under your tongue. You sat uncomfortably with your mouth wide open for what felt like an eternity, until you heard the little beep ringing in your ears, signaling Jonathan to pull it out, allowing you to close your mouth.

You look for to him to see his brows furrowed “What’s my temp, doc?”

“You’re 102 degrees, sweetie. I don’t think we need to go to the doctors, but you’re definitely sick. Why don’t I get you some water and ibuprofen?”

You nod softly. He leans down to give you a kiss on your warm cheeks, and walks out of the room to go get you water.

He walks back in moments later holding a glass of water and a pink pill. “Here baby, take this.” He hands you the pill and puts the water on the beside table. He sits down next to you again and strokes your cheek.

“Oh my sweet sick girl. Can you take that pill for me, love?” Jonathan asks you quietly.

You nod before opening your mouth and placing the tasteless pill on your tongue. You take the glass of water from beside you and takes swig, washing the pill down with it.

“Mmm good girl. There you go” he smiles at you, rewarding you with a kiss on the forehead. You yawn in response, prompting him to chuckle.

“Sleepy, are we?” He asks through a laugh.

You nod again and he hums as he softly moves you to the side so that he can lie down on the bed next to you, his nose nearly touching yours. He leans his chin up and gives the tip of your nose a small kiss.

He smiles at you as you blink, eyes heavy with tiredness. He turns away for a moment to put his glasses on the bedside table.

“It’s been a long day, hasn’t it, my love.” He whispers to you as he plays with a strand of your hair.

“Yeah, it has.” you answer, your voice quiet and slightly congested.

Jonathan glides his thumb from your hair to your cheek, stroking it in a relaxing rhythm that only pushes you closer to sleep. He puts a final kiss on your nose and then pulls you against his chest. “Well, it’s time for bed now, my love. You need to get some sleep.” He orders softly.

“But Jon, you’ll catch my sick” you whisper sleepily into his chest.

“Shh, I’ll be fine, baby. You just get some rest, sweet girl. You’re probably exhausted.”

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#jonathan crane x y/n #Jonathan crane #Jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow x reader #scarecrow x y/n #Jonathan crane fanfic #scarecrow fanfic #cillian murphy #cillian murphy x y/n #cillian murphy x reader #lucywrites<3

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wisteriagoesvroom · 2 months

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Macchie here!!

🔴 ➡️ 🟠

Forza papaya!!

The suffering has begun…the oasis I have is just landoscar in top 10, and how supportive they are of each other. Also some really really close overall lap times 🥹

If you have any good landoscar fluff fics that would be appreciated (I mean….ive gone through ur ao3 ficgaphy already…)

HI @monacodarling sorry this took me yonks to reply! ok!!

landoscar fluff or adjacent fic recs

walk with me here...

they're not on f1blr but littleplumtree's journalist AU, these words on the page, is so, so intelligent and wholesome and brilliant. one of my alltime favourite landoscar stories. the whole gang in the printing room cracks me up all the time.

@monacotrophywife has some very funny ones (the car phone wanking one, call me beep me, is hysterical 2 me)

if you get lost (by venerat, who orphaned the work, sadly). text fic that traipses that lovely and finely balanced line between witty and extremely sweet.

mountain knows, the one where they go hiking and oscar grumbles about it the whole time, by @momimf1ne in the recent playlist exchange

all these little games by @theommin, super cute coffee shop au. something about oscar in coffee shop settings man.

all of @ocontraire's sport ones count to me. but one that comes to mind rn is negative splits, the runners' AU

@nyoomfruits just wrote a stardew valley-esque AU, where i am going, which is super cute

and, shamelessly gonna plug the one i posted a few days ago, the sun (in your eyes). a florist au, which is like the most toothaching thing i've maybe ever written, but i had a good time doing so!! turns out angstmeisters have multitudes too!!

those are the ones off the top of my head atm. there's so, so many great writers in the tag, i hope u have fun finding one u love too <333

#landsocar #mctwinks #f1 fic rec #oscar piastri #Lando Norris #twinklaren #wisteria recs #f1 rpf

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rainofthetwilight · 7 months

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Silly question but what is by far the stupidest thing you headcanon for the ninja?

HII ALIZIB!! TY FOR THE ASK!! <3333 (staring at every pixel of ur art rn)

hoo boy you're in for a ride, i have alot of them lmao

here we go:

lloyd has road rage, i am forever standing by this headcanon 😎 he also has his '3 am' days where he randomly goes out of his room at midnight to the kitchen just to eat some dry cereal, lord knows how many times he's scared someone from his glowing eyes

kai steals nya's eyeliner, also has road rage, takes long ass showers (and sings in em) and 100% wears those long acrylic nails for fun (he has so many scars on his hand bc of the amount of times he'd scratch on it)

yknow that annoying beeping noise for censoring swear words? zane has a switch entirely for that, it makes the team laugh their asses off especially when he goes into a fit (purposely just to make them laugh), like it's just constant "BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP" while theyre all already dead on the floor from laughter 😭

jay BARGES into lloyd's room whenever there's ANY update about starferer, and they go batshit when they rant about it, he's (canoncially atp) the MASTER of videogames and loves trolling random people, and he totally plays tomodachi life on his switch

nya's hoodies? theyre all stolen from everyone and she NEVER returns them (only under special circumstances), and she calls kai's stubble ugly while she goes crazy over jay's

cole dances at the most random of times, like he could be walking normally and then all of a sudden he just. V i b e s. one time he stood infront of jay's room and just started dancing out of boredom

pixal playfully fights with zane over what they should make for breakfast, only for her to lecture the ninja over how her blueberry pancakes are much better than zane's chocolate waffles

wu just. glows. at the randomest of times, and cringes at that moment he sang 'shake what ur mama gave you'

YEEAAHH i dont know if these count as stupid but AUGAHSHA I LOVE THESE IDIOTS SO MUCH <33 (i really should make a hc post bc i have alot of em)

#ninjago #ninjago jay #ninjago nya #ninjago kai #ninjago cole #ninjago zane #ninjago pixal #levi's ted talks #levi's headcannons #levi's asks #ty for the ask!#alizib tag #did i base some of these headcannons off of myself? nope i totally didnt #ninjago headcannons

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valeffelees · 1 year

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SIX SENTENCE oh no we've gone off the rails SUNDAY

hullo, what's up! 😁

thank you @imagineacoolusername and @artsyunderstudy for tagging me today, i'm always so genuinely delighted to be included. i didn't know if i was going to post anything today or not, but i really liked the way Imagine shared different sentences from different WIPs, and as i am also a creature of multi-WIPs, i really wanted to do something similar... even tho my whole gdoc is on hold rn while i finish Without Sun. (i'm so close.) (!!!)

so, these are from three different WIPs, and... uh, way more than six sentences, but. well, it's the thought that counts, yeah?

title: "BAZ is typing..."

BAZ: How did you get in here? BAZ: Go away. BAZ: Beep boop!! Hello, I'm BAZ. Please do not give me any personal information, even if I ask. I am programmed to learn from user interaction, I am just a bot and do not mean anything I say. Sometimes I make mistakes. Type command /hellobaz in chat to get my attention!! ☻ SNOW: /hellobaz BAZ: Hello @SNOW!! What can I do for you? Type command /help. BAZ: Don't do that. SNOW: /help BAZ: That one doesn't do anything. BAZ: Unfortunately. BAZ: Since you seem to need all the help you can get. SNOW: wtf SNOW: you're rude as shit BAZ: Yes, I'm terrible. BAZ: Probably best to leave then, huh? SNOW: what? no BAZ: Oh, wonderful. BAZ: A moron AND a masochist.

working title: "Niall vs the Amatonormative Agenda"

“I’m Dev,” his new roommate tells him, and their voice is a hearty squawk. One corner of Niall’s mouth twitches. Everything about them—about Dev—reminds him a bit of a bird. They’ve got small bones, a narrow shape and a dozen sharp edges. Heavy, black eyebrows. A thatch of dark brown hair. Amber eyes. “Niall,” he replies, squeezing their hand. Dev smiles at him with a mouth full of metal and baby-pink elastic.

title: "The Fundamental Truth"

“My name is not Baz.” "Fine," Simon snaps. He slams his mug down hard enough to make his terminal shudder, and a hot spill of black coffee sloshes over the lip, slopping onto his desk. The BA200's eyes tick down. A muscle (or whatever synthetic bio-crap androids have on their faces that work like muscles) twitches in his jaw, right below his left ear. "What am I calling you, then?" “I told you, I’m a BA-200… Aren’t you going to clean that up?” “M’ not calling you by your fucking model, mate. People’ll think I’m some kinda anti-android twat.” “It’s ruining your reports.” Simon looks down. “Oh, bleeding fuck!”

writing is my only hobby. 😔

lmao n e way, i hope everyone has a good week. please take care, remember to drink lots of water and wear some comfy socks or something. oh, and happy (almost) MERMAY! 🧜‍♂️

cheers!

Tag, you're it! 🪄 @cutestkilla @raenestee @hushed-chorus (but you posted a whole ass fic today, so actually, this tag is just a pat on the head.) (also, i am very excited to read it!) @thewholelemon @larkral @blackberrysummerblog @captain-aralias @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @ivelovedhimthroughworse and anyone else who feels like sharing today, please feel free to mention me as the person who tagged you, i'd love to see what you're working on.

#six sentence sunday #(in spirit)#snowbaz #deniall #simon snow #baz pitch #i don't really know how to tag dev and niall lmfao sorry lads

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kopawz · 11 months

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whats up gamers it is wip wednesday. chapter 11 time... who IS chai anyway? like yeah he's a cocky, confident little guy who wants to be a rockstar, but uh. where'd this guy even come from? its like he just appeared outta nowhere sometimes

The air condition whirred in the clean, dimly lit hospital room. Fingers lightly tapping laptop keys interrupted the occasional monitor beeping, and the soft clicking of a bored 808’s tail.

After some well-needed rest (3 hours is probably enough), Peppermint had decided to visit Chai, and had been planning and throwing some things together.

First, things first, she wanted to make sure Chai’s mom got her damn car back.

Peppermint guessed it would still be in the on-shore parking garage, since he had never bothered to go back for it to leave. So, she had gotten in touch with the parking lot employees on-shore. After asking for (she didn't, she just needed to call them to establish an entry point) and processing through crap-tons of entry registers from around Chai’s arrival, she had found his ticket in.

With Roxanne’s authorization, they could pull out his mother’s car from parking, and… have it towed to her… house?

"Wait," Peppermint paused, squinting at her bulky gaming laptop she had 808 bring her to the hospital. Even if they have the ability to tow the car, “...Where the hell are we even going to tow it to?” Confusion pooled in her face.

Better question: …Where the hell did Chai even *live* before he came here?

Because, she’s just now realizing that he hasn’t talked about his homelife at *all* before coming to Vandelay. Even with the two stories he told, the information given was kind of vague as a simple, cheeky retelling of events. Probably on purpose.

Sighing, Peppermint shifted her weight on the hospital bed, crossing her legs. She looked behind her shoulder at him, speaking quietly, "Y'know, this would be a lot easier if you helped out a little, Chai."

She tilted her head at him, as if he would reply, "You wouldn’t happen to know her number, would you?"

He continued sleeping beneath the thin, heavy blanket, not offering much more of a response than a muffled rock tune shuffling onto his player. She recognized the song’s riff, and rolled her eyes with fondness. Hilarious, Chai. She doubts getting her phone number would be that easy.

She couldn’t really ask him anyway, he'd be knocked out for a few days, at the very least. The repairs on his power unit and arm replacement were remarkably easy, but Chai still had to be given, like, two different pain medicines for everything else.

Before Peppermint came back after a hot nap to visit him in his room, he apparently kept suddenly waking up to have a bad coughing fit, before slumping back down into bed. He had caught a nasty fever from either his core heating up so much, or catching something from diving into freezing ocean water; likely both. That, and his body was weak from the completely one-sided battle.

Looking at him now, though, he was just resting with a clammy face. Peppermint was relieved to see he seemed a bit better now; at least physically. The hospital staff said Chai would be knocked out for a long while as he recovers and cools down, but he could still be visited, at least.

But the matter still stands of where the hell he even lives… She decides it might be a good idea to ask around.

Clicking open her messages, and ignoring how many she's missed from the IT department for now, Peppermint figures she should start with the band.

Surely one of them has an idea on where he lives. She clicks open their group chat:

7:53 AM.

p:3ppermint: guys, i have a question

K_Orsica: Sure, go ahead.

K_Orsica: Wait. Rock.

CNMN#0001: Paper! 📄

p:3ppermint: scissors

Macarooooooooooooooooooooon: Alright, shoot.

Macarooooooooooooooooooooon: Wait. <:(

CNMN#0001: I suggest working on additional greetings, Sir Macaron!

p:3ppermint: sorry mac you make it easy

p:3ppermint: ok before i ask, are you guys at work rn or should i do some more digging and ask later

#hi fi rush #hi-fi rush #wait a minute..... who ARE you?

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onward--upward · 8 months

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fic stats meme!

Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words

tagged by the lovely @cowboy-buddie 💖

most hits:

steppin’ into fate (911 Fox)

911 hockey AU my most beloved!!

“What the hell is this?” Evan Buckley storms into the office without knocking, tossing his phone onto the desk.

“The LA Kings have signed forward Eddie Diaz (@EDiaz82) to a five year contract” it reads. Buck doesn’t need to see it to know. He’s stared at it long enough already. There’s a graphic of Eddie Diaz and his stupidly pretty face beneath it, in his old Dallas Stars green and white, mouth open as he skates the puck up the ice. He’d looked at the replies, all of the “omg”s and heart-eyes emojis and 280-character amateur analysis of Diaz’s skills. He’d scrolled until he’d hit the inevitable “so when are we trading buckley?” tweets, and then he’d stormed into Bobby’s office without thinking about it twice.

second most kudos:

stitch my soul (911 Fox)

buddie soulmate au, one of my most favourite fics i’ve ever written

Eddie Diaz has never really put much stock into the concept of "fate". But after his marriage falls apart, he swears that he's not going to go against the universe again. He's going to find his soulmate. He's going to find Evan.

But then he meets Buck, and all of his careful plans start coming apart at the seams.

third most comments:

this is worth forever to me (911 Fox)

“Oh, right,” Buck nods, punching in the digits on autopilot. “Thanks.”

“God,” Eddie mutters, “it’s like I’m your husband.” And Buck’s entire being freezes, for just a moment. The machine beeps at him, and all he can do is stare blankly at it for a moment before flushing and yanking his card out. “Or – wife?” Eddie muses. Buck isn’t even looking at him, but he knows exactly what face he makes. “No, I’m gonna go with husband.”

The cashier is watching them like they’re a particularly riveting television show. All Buck can think to say is, “You’re not hot enough to be my husband.” Lie. The biggest lie in the world.

fourth most bookmarks:

we’ve been here forever (here’s the frozen proof) (Red White&Royal Blue)

Objectively, I am aware that you – a stranger – cannot tell me my own sexuality any better than I can, however... Can you, please? Tell me? It’s 4am and I have been thinking about this for hours, and I can’t sleep.

Warmest regards,

ACD

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It’s four in the morning, and Alex Claremont-Diaz has managed to follow a research spiral straight down into a personal crisis. It isn’t the first time.

fifth fourth most words:

build my kingdom in the dark (Roswell New Mexico)

i’m still very fond of this one as well <3

Michael meets Alex Manes on a Tuesday.

After everything, after all their chaos and sex and pain and love, that detail sticks with him, for some reason. It’s a Tuesday night, their college-town bar is still packed, and Michael looks up from the beer he’d ordered with his shitty fake ID to find big brown eyes watching him from behind long lashes. A sharp impulse digs into his ribs, and Michael has always been a big fan of following impulses.

fic with least words:

and the sun shall rise again (Red White&Royal Blue)

god i wrote this one so long ago idk how i feel about it haha but it is very sweet

Very frequently Henry wakes up feeling as if he were in a dream.

i am so exhausted rn so idk who to even tag… @eusuntgratie @shitouttabuck @sibylsleaves if y’all want? 💖💖

#anyways this was fun yeehaw #tag memes #💖💖💖#my fic

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bellysoupset · 1 year

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It was another day of feeling fucking weird.

Jonah groaned as he rolled off of bed, only to immediately fall face first on the rug. He waited for Leo's voice to follow, his comforting hands, only to remember his boyfriend hadn't spent the night over.

He groaned, still on the floor, his alarm beeping away incessantly. Very slowly Jonah forced himself to sit up, back against the bed. It was still dark out.

Why was he up at 5 AM on friday? Practice, of course.

"This fucking team is killing me," he mumbled darkly, rubbing a hand over his face. His cheeks were prickly, he had to shave. He tried to find the will to get up, but trying to do so only made the world spin a little harder, so instead he crawled on all fours towards the bathroom, using the sink to push himself up.

Who needed dignity at 5 AM anyway.

Jonah glared at his reflection. He looked awful. He was so pale that his dark skin had assumed a grey tinge, lips all discolored. His eyes were sagging, despite having slept through the night.

"Jesus..." he cursed at the sight, then tried to move to grab his tooth brush, only to lose his balance and knock over the cup. The toothbrush and toothpaste fell inside the sink and he braced against the mirror, head hanging between his arms stretched out, trying to regain his footing.

There was no way he'd be out on the field in less than an hour, running from side to side. Jonah gave up on the toothbrush and walked back to bed, leaning heavily on the wall for support.

He struggled holding his phone to his face and gave up quickly, clicking on the little microphone instead of typing, "Leo, I didn't sleep well, I'm going to skip practice," he lied, instead of admitting feeling like hell, "see you later for lunch."

Then Jonah hit send and rolled on his side.

When he woke up again, he had already missed all of his first class and it was 9 AM. At least now the dizziness had receded to acceptable levels and while he was still feeling quite woozy, he managed to shower and brush his teeth, only cut himself once when shaving. Small wins.

He arrived 10 minutes late for his second period, but it was a boring lecture and Jonah spent most of it trying not to doze off, squinting at his phone. Leo had texted him back.

"What happened? Why didn't you sleep well?" followed by "do you want me to come over?" and ending in "Jon, I tried calling, I think you're asleep. Call.Me."

He grimaced at the worried tone, texting Leo back.

"I'm fine, I'm in class rn. Just woke up a little dizzy, that's all."

Leo's contact turned green immediately and then Jonah's phone started ringing. He rushed to mute it, the sudden movement causing the dizziness to return and he almost fell of his chair.

Once he regained focus, a bunch of students were staring at him. At least the teacher wasn't. He quickly grabbed his stuff, shoving it inside his bag, as he gave up on the class.

Out in the hallway, Jonah pressed his forehead to the cold wall, picking up the phone, "I literally said I'm in class, Leo."

"I don't care," he could hear his boyfriend eyerolling through the phone, "what happened this morning?"

"I missed practice, it's not that big of a de-"

"You weren't feeling well? Where are you? I'm in campus-"

"You're such a worrywart," Jonah huffed, smiling. He couldn't fight the warm and fuzzy feeling inside his chest, "really, I'm alright. I was just a little dizzy this morning."

"...Fine," Leo sighed, "we're still meeting up for lunch, right?"

"Right," Jonah agreed, although lunch was the last thing in his mind at the moment. He wasn't nauseous, but the fact that the world kept moving uneasily under his feet sure took away any appetite, "I have to go back to class, baby."

"Yeah, alright," Leo sounded a little distracted, "I'll meet you at the canteen, love you," and then he hung up, without waiting for an answer. Jonah huffed, people always thought Leo was a huge sweetheart, but he knew better.

"Love you too," Jonah grumbled to the dead line, lowering his hand, but didn't move away from the wall, trying to ground himself. He really wished he had stayed home.

He glanced at the long hallway ahead and braced himself for the walk to the library. It was close to the canteen and their library had a bunch of bean bags scattered around, so he could rest until lunch.

He just had to cross the med building and then half of the humanities one, where Leo was at the moment. Easy-

Jonah braced against the water fountain at the end of the hallway, breathing through his mouth. Ten steps and he was already feeling ten times worse. Shit shit shit.

He took a few gulps of water to try and get his brain to start working, then squinted at the bright light. The space between the two buildings was filled with trees and flowers, their campus was actually quite beautiful. Right now he just wanted to avoid walking straight into a tree.

As Jonah slowly made his way towards the next building, figuring people probably thought he was drunk, suddenly a pair of hands yanked at his shoulders, completely throwing him off balance.

"What the-"

"Sup, man," Vince's voice stopped him from punching who had grabbed him, "exactly who I was looking for."

Jonah pressed his eyes closed. Fuck, now he was nauseous. He felt like he was going to fall, "you were looking for me?"

"Yeah, uhm-" Vince rubbed his neck, looking all sheepish, "we have to talk."

"Now?" Jonah frowned at him, trying blindly to find something to support himself on, that wasn't Vince "can't it-"

"Wendy and I are dating," Vince blurted out, "and I know I don't have to ask for your permission or your blessing, but you're her best friend and one of my best friends too, besides we've known each other for years, and this feels like I'm dating your sister, so I figured-"

"I think I'm gonna be sick," Jonah groaned, ignoring Vince's ramble. The man before him pouted.

"Oh c'mon, I'm not that bad!" He whined, "I know I was a bit of a womanizer, but that was then-"

"No, Vin, I'm serious," Jonah gave up on trying to play it off, wrapping an arm around his stomach and reaching out with the other blindly. His hand met Vince's forearm and he squeezed firmly, trying to stop the world's sloshing around, "fuck..."

"...Jon?" Vince's voice sounded distant, fuzzy. He removed his hand from his arm and Jonah whined pitifully, trying to communicate he was going to topple over... Then Vince was holding him steadily by the shoulders, dragging him backwards.

"Vin, what- Vin, stop-"

He was pushed sitting down, head between his knees and Jonah struggled to breathe, gagging up the water he had just swallowed. He coughed, sucking in air greedily and squeezed Vince's shirt in his hand firmly.

"You're alright dude, get it up-"

"Not sick," Jonah groaned, trying to focus on his face and then failing when all he saw was trees. He closed his eyes again, "dizzy."

Vince had a large hand planted in the middle of his back, rubbing up and down, but at Jonah's words he stopped moving it. Jonah fixed on the sensation, trying to use it as an anchor point.

Slowly, very slowly, the world started to come back into focus, albeit the vertigo was still present. He breathed out, opening his eyes. Vince was looking at him, crouched down next to his knee, on his left side.

"Jon?"

"I'm okay," Jonah sighed, "it's calming down."

"Okay..." Vince squeezed his knee, "do you want to tell me what the fuck just happened?"

Jonah glared at him, "not really, no."

"Sucks, you don't have a choice," Vince poked his thigh again, "spill."

"I've just... I've been feeling dizzy lately, that's all. I woke up dizzy this morning, couldn't make it to practice-"

"Did you hit your head yesterday?" Vince frowned, standing up and immediately starting to comb through Jonah's hair. Jonah slapped his wrist away.

"I'm not concussed," he scoffed, "it's - Remember last month when I puked after the match in Minnesota? Side of the road?"

"Yeah...?" Vince squinted at him, "you were dizzy then too? I thought Leo had rubbed off on you and made you carsick."

"Carsickness is not contagious, idiot," Jonah huffed out a laughter, "yeah... I didn't think anything of it, but-"

"But it's happening again," Vince concluded, sounding worried, "well, good news is that we're literally right next to the hospital. Let's get you checked up."

"No," Jonah groaned, refusing to move when Vince thumped his shoulder, "I don't want to go to-"

"I wasn't asking," Vince's voice was all bright and friendly, "get up or I'll carry you."

Vince could and would carry him, Jonah knew first hand. He groaned, "fine, just... Give me a second."

"Sure," his friend sat back down next to him and it was only then that Jonah realized they were sitting on the fountain that separated the two buildings. He leaned forward, letting his head hang and continued to take slow, steadying breaths.

"Just so you know, you have my blessing with Wendy."

"I wasn't asking for your blessing," Vince whined and Jonah didn't have to look up to know his whole face was red. He chuckled.

"Sure you weren't," he smiled, leaning his weight slightly to the left. His shoulder met Vince's and the other man didn't pull back, only kept his hand centered in the middle of his back in a reassuring way.

#sickfic #vertigo #labyrinthitis #jonah banks #they've VERY adorable together #mywriting

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kingshimura4872 · 7 months

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Shorts with Shimura

A/N: Hiii chitlinsssss

Sry, this one was a little later than normal, I beat a zaza challenge against a friend of mine and time became irrelevant lmao

Either way, sorry and enjoy )Idk what to say lol)

Pairing: Kirishima x GN! reader (ish)

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Heavy topics, mentions of attempted murder and fear of murder, overall sad boi hours, if I missed anything please please tell me, I'm too blazed to notice rn

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"Please, just hear me out!"

“Absolutely not, are you insane? I left for a fucking reason.” You huffed, crossing your arms and walking around him to the kitchen.

“C’mon, you can’t tell me it’s not a decent request.” He persisted, following suit.

“Read my lips.” You began, turning to face him. “For-fucking-get. It. You don’t get to just waltz in here and ask me to come back to the scene I left for a damn good reason just because you think it’s a good idea.”

“It’s not just some out of the blue request. I know how you take care of people, for Christ's sake, you nursed all of us back to health when one of us was on death’s doorstep. I know you can do good things with your power and knowledge, I want you to show people how good of a hero you can be.”

“Red, don’t get me wrong, yes I like helping people out, but this isn’t negotiable. You want any of these?” You shook a box of mozzarella sticks in front of him as you leaned down to preheat the oven.

“Please. But, why isn’t it? You can’t just say you went through all that trouble to get your hero license just to toss it out the window and do nothing.” He sighed, leaning against the kitchen island.

“I’m not doing nothing, Kiri. People know that if you’re in a sitch, I’m here if you’re close enough, and I am licensed and ranked. But I didn’t go through all that just to get called a monster by everyone who wasn’t in that class. Civilians, other classes. Shit, even a few other seasoned heroes questioned my reasoning for even being out on those fields. Everyone was always convinced I was there to sabotage someone in some way. Even before the war, after Aoyama was convicted and admitted to being the traitor, everyone still thought it was me. You can’t tell me you didn’t hear how people thought I’d blackmailed him into telling people it was him to save my own hide.” As you waited for the oven to heat up, you leaned against the sink in front of him, a tired look in your eyes.

“I get that, I do-”

“No, red. You really don’t.”

“I do. I haven’t gotten where I am without people calling me scary or devilish.”

“But you haven’t gotten constant daily death threats in every conceivable way because people were dead set on you being a villain in disguise. You didn’t have to sleep with one eye open in high school because people somehow jumped the fence and tried to get into your dorm to kill you.” You barked, reaching down and gripping the edge of the surface. He tensed, looking down.

“I’m not goin’ back, red. I’m sorry. I do what I do because it’s what I feel is right. I’m doing my job, and more often than not, I do actually get paid for it, as much as I try to deny their cash. I just do it from the sidelines and I’m happy with that. You have to understand that, right?” A gentle smile climbed onto your features as you slowly leaned forward. A silent gesture he understood. He nodded slowly, glancing over when the oven finally beeped. You stood up to put the food in the oven but he was a hair quicker than you, putting the mozzarella sticks on the baking tray and sliding it into the oven. He shut the door and skimmed the instructions, putting the timer to the allotted time stamp printed on the box. He shut the box’s lid and put it back into the freezer, quickly taking his previous spot in front of you.

“I do understand that. But it just doesn’t sit right with me that we’re all sitting in the limelight while you have to sit on the sidelines when we all did the same amount of work to get where we are.”

You let out another sigh, hopping up to sit on the edge of the counter, tired of standing.

“I know, Red. Some days I wish I could just put on my old hero costume and jump out into some random crisis to show people I really am a good person. But that’s just the way it is. This is the safest course of action for me. It’s no one’s fault, we both know that. It’s just the way this stuff works.”

“Well it shouldn’t be!” He barked, balling his fists and baring his razor sharp teeth. “You shouldn’t be having to hide in order to feel safe! You shouldn’t feel like this is the furthest you can get because some random person has some dumb shit to say! That’s not fair! To anyone!”

You were a bit taken aback by his sudden outburst. He wasn’t a fan of ‘colorful language’ as he liked to put it, but once in a blue moon, something or someone would tick him off enough and make him lose his bolts. You couldn’t do much in the situation. And neither could he. Both of you knew that. And as angry as the both of you could be, you knew you had to stay quiet. The argument felt extremely half-assed and anticlimactic, but a couple of his friends who were also staying here were sleeping.

“I get how you feel, Red. I do. But I just-”

“Don’t you dare say you can’t but you know damn well you can. You just don’t want to.”

“Well what do you expect me to do, Eiji?! Go back out there and have to learn to always sleep with one eye open again?! Live in fear of my life for whatever’s left of it?! Those ‘random people’ scared me! They scared the shit outta me, they still do. To this day, I have constant nightmares about what would have happened if I didn’t wake up fast enough or if my scream didn’t reach someone in time! This isn’t some little nothing that we can brush off, people tried to KILL me!” You finally screamed, jumping off the counter and gripping his shirt with both fists. Your eyes burned and your throat dried up. “This isn’t a fucking kids game anymore, you need to grow the fuck up and realize we aren’t invincible. I have physical scars from people who thought I was blackmailing Aoyama. For God’s sake, Kendo threw me through a wall! And you all just watched!”

He was silent.

“You need to wake up one day and come to the conclusion that this isn’t just something I can brush off. I dealt with enough shit before U.A. and it only got harder the second I put on that stupid fucking uniform.” You let go of him with a slight shove that you knew didn’t hurt at all. Your hands were trembling at the mere memory of people that would throw things at you when you walked down the street to a convenience store, sometimes even just the park. You walked away from him. Out of the kitchen, you immediately went outside, sitting on the porch railings and looking up at the night stars. Your bottom lip began to quiver as you bit back tears.

“Hey. You okay out here?” A voice cut through your racing thoughts as you blinked rapidly before glancing back.

“Oh, hey Midoriya. Sorry, did I wake you up?”

“No, don’t worry. I was already up, just reading. I didn’t want to interrupt the uh…discussion…you and Kirishima were having.” He hesitated, walking up and pointing to the spot beside you. “Is this taken?”

You gently swayed your hand to him, to which he took the invitation. He hopped up, getting himself situated before looking over to you. There was a comfortable silence between the two of you as you went back to your star gazing.

“You know none of that stuff was your fault, right?” He finally hummed. You stopped looking up again, your gaze turning to the grass below you.

“Some days.”

“Just some?”

“Mm. Some days, I realize that it wasn’t really my fault that people felt that way. But others, I can’t help but wonder what made them think that way. I never did anything to anyone. And if I did, I sure as hell don’t remember. But it’s just….Hard. Not thinking you’re the problem when everyone blames you for not finding the solution.” You whispered. He nodded slowly, looking down with you.

“Kiri’s right, y’know. All of us think about you. Wonder what it’d be like to see you on that stage with us during rankings. We all know you’d make at least top five.” He smiled. You let out a dry chuckle, softly nudging his shoulder with your own.

“Thanks, number one. Means a lot coming from Japan’s strongest.”

He let out a shy laugh. “Oh please, just because people like my puppy dog eyes and shy boy demeanor doesn’t mean I’m the strongest. They just need another All Might and I’m the closest to being it.”

“Well you do have his quirk, so it’d make sense.”

You both laughed again, your figure visibly relaxing in his presence.

“I know you all might like me to be there on that stage with you. But it’s just not safe for me. Those people still scare me. And the more people that think I gave up heroism, the better. Most of this gen’s heroes understand that if they’re stranded and need help, I’m the best person to go to and I love that. I love that there are people that trust me with their life. But it’s just those few that still wanna see my head in a town square and my body in a fire somewhere else that keep me from going mainstream again.”

“I get that. I can’t ever really say I understand what you’re feeling. None of us can.” He said, letting you lean against him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Be we can be here to help you through it. You’ve got people that feel like they owe their lives to you because of the work you do - myself included. You’ve got people that can protect you and help you through your fears. You’re not alone anymore, (Y/N). We’ve got you. Everything you’ve worked for to this point? You deserve it. And you deserve the praise of everyone that gives it. I hate to see my friends fight, especially when two of those friends used to love each other. It hurts me that the two of you fought like that.”

You closed your eyes as you shrunk into your old friend, finally letting a few stray tears fall down your face.

“I still love him, Izu. I always have. But I can’t risk hurting him in the process of saving my own ass.” You mumbled.

“That’s why we’re here. To help. To help him and to help you. You’re not alone anymore.”

“....I’m not alone….Not anymore.” You mirrored. Midoriya smiled sweetly as you nestled your head on his shoulder. He rested his own on yours as you both relished the calming silence of the night. You stayed like that for a few minutes before you heard the beeping of the oven from inside.

“Ooh, they’re done.” You hummed, moving to get down. He followed you inside as you went into the kitchen to see Kirishima putting on an oven mitt.

“What is it?” Midoriya asked.

“Mozzie sticks. Want some? I’ll share.” You replied, walking across the kitchen to grab a couple paper plates.

“Don’t have to ask me twice. I’ll wait in the living room.” He smiled, walking off. You nodded, walking around Kirishima as he put the tray on the stove.

“Did you two have a nice talk?” Kirishima questioned. You nodded again, placing each plate down as you both gave the food a minute to cool.

“Yeah. Can’t believe it took two different people to get it through my thick ass skull.” You laughed. He tilted his head puzzled as you turned to him with a brighter smile.

“I’m not alone, Red. I got you. And them. And everyone else.”

He couldn’t help the mirrored smile growing on his face or the way his arms enveloped you. You wrapped your own around him as you once again enjoyed the silence. When you finally let go of each other, you looked down between the two of you as let out a more content sigh.

“If I go back, will you stick around?” You finally uttered, not noticing the way he brightened up.

“Of course I will. Forever and always, babe. I promised, remember?”

“Yeah I remember. Right after our first date.”

“In my dorm all cozied up, I promised I’d be with you for as long as you willed it. We made a pinky promise, you know I can’t break those.”

You both let out a soft chuckle as he began to evenly distribute the now cooled snack.

“Right.” You hummed, taking two of the plates and walking off as he grabbed his and followed you. “Then maybe - Just maybe - I’ll push myself to join y’all on that stage next time.”

#anime #anime x reader #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #mha x reader #mha x y/n #mha x you #my hero academia #kirishima x reader #kirishima x you #eijirou kirishima #eijirou x reader #eijirou x you #bnha x gn!reader

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shelly-ya · 9 months

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SHELLY I FIGURED IT OUT :D

so my birthday is in like 3 and a half weeks still but idc i have been thinging of a request for u to awesomely write for the past 2 days i kid you not

SO how about smut with mikey? i don't honestly care what it is, but I am craving him rn let me tell you!! You always write him so well omg

stay hydrated, eat, and tell your baby I'm sending her smooches! <3

Okies Imma give you the smuttiest birthday ever baby. Happy early birthday I'm aiming for long story here. I hope you enjoy it. Ofcourse I will give her those smooches and well I am working on. Eating and drinking on time.

Rated 18+ for sex unprotected sex. Just don't read it if you 18 minor...

Bonten Mikey x minx birthday fic

She woke up slamming her hand on the alarm clock. *groaning*

"Why? Why is the alarm on today?" Minx asked angrily

"Oh that's me I have a meeting this morning" Mikey said getting up she felt the bed moving as he did so.

"What?! Meeting" she shoots up. "But today is...."

"A normal day... minx I have meetings everyday" he speaks with no emotion as he steps in the bathroom.

"But.. **groans**" drops back in bed pulling. The blanket over her head.

"You going to spend the day in bed all day?"

"Day off"

"Again... are you spending the day in bed all day?"

"No Im having breakfast with my friends"

"And?"

*drops blanket and glare at him* "I was going to spend the rest of the day with you but you have meetings"

"A normal day minx"

"Go to work and leave me alone"

"Are you telling me what to do?"

"Let me think... yes"

*his phone beeps* "you're lucky we'll deal with this later"

"You're lucky we'll deal with this later" she mocked him as he was walking out the door in his suit and undone tie.

"I heard that minx" she heard before the front door close.

Mumbling to her self she got up and got ready for her day.

Timeskip

Minx's morning was spent with her friends for breakfast and now she was back at her shared room with Mikey at the hotel. The room was quiet and seemed lonely. Sighing she slunk down on the couch and whispered to herself.

"Happy birthday to me yay" she said in a monotone. The bedroom door opened and closed catching her attention. Turning she saw Mikey coming out fixing his tie and a woman following behind him.

"Hello?"

"Minx what are you doing here?" Mikey. Asked surprised

"Um let me see, let me see, oh yeah right I live here"

"I mean I thought you had a breakfast thing"

"I did. who's that and why was she in MY bedroom"

"My personal assistant"

"Oh PERSONAL assistant... how personal and what assistance"

Mikey furrows his eyebrows and realization hits "wait no no it's not what it looks like"

"So what is it?"

"Oh god it's not what you think just trust me"

"*blinks* I thought you had a meeting?!"

"I did"

"In MY bedroom"

"I should go" the personal assistant said.

"Start running chica" minx grumbled rolling up her sleeves. Causing the sound of the tok tok of the assistant's heal to speed off out the apartment. Causing Mikey to grab minx at from behind.

"Now now darling please calm down"

"I can't believe this my man cheats on my birthday couldn't you wait any other day!" Minx was trying to get out of his vice grip.

"I wasn't cheating just here me out"

"Go on I'm listening"

"We were preparing your birthday gift from me"

"Huh?" She stops when she heard that "in... our... bedroom?"

"Yes minx" he looked like he was genuinely telling the truth. "I didn't expect you to be back so soon though"

"What is it show me" she huffed and placed her hands on her hips. He walks to the bedroom expecting her to follow him. To which she did warily. Once. The door opened she was surprised the whole bedroom redecorated in party supplies and balloons...

"Did you rob a party store?"

"No I bought these things..."

"You bought the whole store"

"Hmm not a bad idea"

"NO!" Mind felt his arms around her middle from behind.

"Happy birthday minx" his hot breathe on her neck

"I really thought you forgot"

"Ofcourse not" He caressed her body giving gentle kisses along her neck and shoulder.

"Best birthday gift ever" turning in his arms she faces him brushing his white hair from his eyes "i love you bonten king"

"Hmm same here bonten queen" he smirked

"No say the three words or we stand here forever"

"*sigh* I love you to my bonten queen" (my notes I squealed so hard) they finally shared in that passionate kiss they craved for. His hands moving to quickly remove her clothing. The sound of wet sloppy kisses and clothes ripping we're the only sounds heard. Minx giggled when he pushed her to the bed and then pulled his tie and jacket off. Pulling on his shirt he ripped the buttons open.

"Happy birthday to the sexiest woman alive" he let out animalistic growl as he lowered himself on her pressing himself onto her. Kissing and hands roaming. Wrapping her bare legs around his waist. Pushing up a little he admire her

"What?"

"Nothing just thinking how lucky I am to have such a beautiful light in my dark dreary life." He pressed forward again.

His right hand on her chest as he moved his left between her legs pressing on the sweet knob ever so slightly. He decided he should insert two fingers as he devoured her mouth with kisses. (My note. Not me screaming like a 16 year old)

Once he thought she was ready he removed his pants she heard the belt unbuckling and zip going down.

"What no oral?"

"Later need you now" he absentmindedly stroked himself a few times before lining up. "Besides we have the whole day and night" as he pushed in slowly allowing her to adjust to him. Giving the nod of approval he moved slowly at first his hands on her hips holding her steady so he can set his rhythm. The sounds of moans, groans and flesh slapping flesh were heard. Their heavy breathing joined the symphony. As they continued their intimate dance. She welcomed his weight on her it felt delicious and perfect. He enjoyed how her legs wrapped around his waist pulling him ever so deeper into her. Sweat gathered on their bodies as they chased that high.

"Oh minx too good"

Her mind already shut of with the passion as she can't form words. Eyes rolled in her head as she enjoyed that high. That didn't stop him he pushed forward more helping her reach that high. Snaking his hand between them he pushed on the knob sending her over the edge. Once he felt that squeeze around him he let out one more loud groan as he emptied himself. Dropping down ok her slowing his movement.

"Yeah... so... That... happened..." Mikey chuckled.

"You know how to ruin a mood don't you" minx retorted with an eye roll...

"Yeah I do..." Kissing her nose "happy birthday my queen"

*HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO A WONDERFUL PERSON. I LOVE OUR CONVERSATIONS AND DISCUSSIONS. MAY YOU HAVE MANY MANY MORE TO COME.*

Banner is from @benkeibear

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starified-lizzy · 3 months

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I really don’t want to do my Psych essay, so here’s a list of all the FNF AUs I have made since coming up with the OG, extensive au.

Edit: I should mention, if you want to use any of these ideas (EXCEPT FOR MY OG AU) for your own fanfic/plot, go ahead! All I ask is you credit me and even ping me so I can see your take on it! 👀

Starting off; OG au, Just because I can. Started off as Corruption mod brainrot, turned into a whole ass au with a fully functional plot line that I am SEVERELY procrastinating on because ✨frighten✨

I want you to keep in mind that a lot of my au’s after actually spiral from my main OG au.

Then we have an Avatar: The Last Airbender au. I basically said “fuck Korra, she don’t exist” and made Blue(BF) the water bending avatar. The plot line is changing from what I originally had it, but here’s everyone and their bending skill that I have come up with so far: (also more airbenders exist because yeah)

Blue(BF); water bender. Also the avatar

Sophie(GF); fire bender (and so are her parents).

Pico; earth bender, with an affinity for metal bending

Nene; air bending. She gives me gymnast/acrobatic vibes so yeah.

Darnell; Fire bender with blue flame and access to lightning bending.

Cass; combustion. Idk, I don’t care for Cassandra or her goons much, but it felt right.

Cyclops; earth bender, affinity for metal bending

Hanzo; non-bender but is a Chi blocker.

Alucard; air bender. He feels like an air bender to me.

Spirit; water bender

Soul; is Blue’s little animal guardian thing. Whatever the fuck Korra’s polar-bear-dog thing is is what Soul is. Melanistic with little white freckles down his back and pale blue eyes, but still the polar-bear-dog thing.

C; a black cat with a missing eye. Yes, I shit you not. Just a genuine fucking black cat with an attitude problem. Blue saw him and went “he’s mine now.”

- then is my FNAF security breach au. The story for it is a bit all over the place, but Blue is 12, and got lost and the Plex. Everyone else are robos lol

- next one is actually based off of the game Lethal Company. THATS RIGHT, A LETHAL COMPANY AU- but it’s almost nothing like how the game functions. Basically, Blue is a child when he gets trapped on a moon (fuck if I can decide which one-) and it’s basically like- he’s human but, he gets raised by the monsters (some monsters being Soph, Pico, Ne, and Darnell, among the actual game-monsters) so he’s liek- a monster by association.

- a Day of Dragons au. Because yes. I like dragons; and I like the funky beep boop game so, immediately mashing them together once I realized I can create shit from it lmfao

-this one is actually inspired by another take on FNF and Hazbin Hotel. Because I love the show. Alastor is surprisingly goofy. ANYWAYS- the reference it has to the other take on FNF(idk who’s take it is, but I love it plz lemme know who’s au/take it is so I can credit them) is that GF(Soph, in my case), is an Angel, and BF(Blue) is a demon. Pico and the others are thrown around at random depending on how I end up deciding they fit so they’re kinda unknown rn, but those two for sure.

-last au i recently came up with and kinda adore, is an apocalypse au, but instead of zombies, it’s just monsters. Like- each monster is different from another, but they all have a basic element that determines their overall design. Like the basic Fire, water, air, and earth, but it also includes ice, metal, life, necrotic(death), shadow and light. And when a human gets bit by one of these monsters, they too become a monster. I already have a general beginning plot laid out for this it’s kinda sad lmfao

Anyways have these memes from PhantomFear’s server. IYKYK

#fnf au #au dump #infodump #the brainrot is real #au things #Just me talking bout my aus #au talk #dragon au #angel demon au #apocalypse au #atla au

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timaeusterrored · 1 year

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More things Andrew found funny because he had an awful day: college au edition

(Featuring me posting during family time bc I can)

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Kerry: I hate when my professor uploads an assignment like please just go get some hoes or something

Vincent Welles: bro I am straight up not livin la vida loca rn

Judy: y’all ever see a woman so pretty you tear up?

Johnny: my new therapist asked me how I was doing and I instinctively said good and she said “why the fuck are you here then”

Mike:💀💀💀💀

Panam: hey girl what’s up?

Judy: just seen the skull.

Panam: right….

Kerry: Do bugs take fall damage?

Mike: WHAT ARE YOU SMOKING?😭😭😭

Vincent: Mike and I were watching a movie and there was this really pretty scene of the sky and he went “wow.. the cinnamon tography”😭

Henry: Idk how anyone can hate boba I love having balls in my mouth

Kerry: You what?

Henry: WAIT WAIT HOLD ON-

Vincent: Todays mood is making out. I want a tongue in my mouth right now.

Kerry: Well do I have news for you

Johnny: @ KerryEurodyne beat you too him.

Kerry: @ JSAMURAI fuck you.

Kerry: you have issues.

Johnny: you noticed 🥺❤️

Vincent: So what seems to be the problem?

Kerry: well I dunno. I guess it all started when my parents got a divorce.

Vincent: I meant with your car.

Kerry: oh. Well it makes this loud ‘beep’ noise when I slam my head into the steering wheel.

Rogue: Why are you covered in blood?

Johnny: for sexy reasons.

Johnny: oh also I got stabbed.

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litcrazh · 2 years

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PART 2 BABY!!

MLB if the characters were more realistic and the show was more ~mature~

ok so i know i went into detail about the “adrienette” side of the story (which is my the best ship, undoubtedly) but this is more of the first kiss- i got rid of dark cupid being there first kiss bc i really want adrien to remember this, and it might help them with identities in the future 🫣🤭

DONT WORRY GUYS I WILL TALK ABOUT ALL SIDES OF THE SQUARE (and lukanette + adrien jealously teehee)

so this is when they are 15 and adrien and mari are finding success in each respectful careers. adrien is now more of a well known model (think ross lynch type of looks but even MORE ✨) and mari is getting more and more commissions ever since jagged shouted her out.

^^^ tbh tbh this isn’t really THAT important to the story but just wanted to let you guys know that they are thriving career wise af rn.

guys this is really angsty and out of character for the show, but really in character for my cannon.

so it’s career day for the parents and everyone is like

“my mom is a chef!! i love how’s she always there for me”

“my dads the chief of popo here! he always has my back🤞🤞”

and adrien no surprise because gaberial is a bitch has no one there. so mme. bustier is like, “adrien it’s your turn” and he’s like what???? this bitch

so he casually plays it off, and is like “i’ll call my dad rn he’s just late 😄😄” and on the inside he’s emo. so he leaves but mari being the #cetifiedlegend follows him bc she worried.

i’m switching into story mode guys don’t be alarmed!!

mari pov:

i watched adrien walk out of the class, the door shutting louder then intended. mme. bustier cleared her throat, her hands fidgeting due to the uneasy tension.

“maman,” i whispered, her leaning her head down to hear me, “i’m going to check on him,” she simply placed her hand over mine and plastered a sympathetic smile, one that i returned. i met madam’s eye and she nodded, alluding towards the door.

“-do is what you ask, father. please!” his voice cracked desperately, a mirage of the happy model he always portrays.

“adrien i am not wasting my time on this. i have more important things to do,” M. Agreste’s voice rang out through the phone, and i cringed at his words.

he let out a dry laugh, “stuff that’s more important than me?” adrien asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“do not pity yourself, adrien. you are an agreste, start acting like one and not an emotional toddler,” i didn’t know what i was expecting from adrien after that comment. more and more he had been rebelling from that fucking monarch like father. but not in a million years would i expect what happened next. No, two million.

“i’ll stop acting like a toddler when you start acting like a fucking father,” his voice was cold, expression dark. a beep signaled the end of the call, and adrien tossed his phone to the bench. then, he punched the wall. i gasped and he finally noticed my presence. his eyes were watery and i walked toward him, arms opening for a hug.

“adrien i am so sor-“

“sorry?” he cut me off, “you’re sorry? i bet you are.”

“adrien what are you talking about?” i asked, my voice trying to remain calm.

“your fucking good, i’ll give you that. always being perfect little marinette who’s so ready to help out anyone!” tears were leaking down his face now, shaking his head frantically, “do you even fucking care about me? or am i just another step to get to the top?”

“what the fuck?” i demanded, my voice raising slightly, “your one of my best friends, of course i care,”

“it’s really fucking funny when you act innocent, know that mari?” his voice matched my level, “everyone cares about adrien agreste, but n-nobody cares about adrien. adrien with a dead mom and a father who doesn’t love him!” he was borderline screaming now, and i was thankful that we were outside alone. my eyes grew wide and i felt tears pool at the bottom of my orbs.

“you know that’s not true,” i whispered.

oh no.

a black butterfly flew behind him.

“adrien, please calm down. there’s an akuma right there, i- i please you know how much i care.”

“do i?” he shouted, “i don’t even fucking care if i get akumatized,” closer.

i took a step towards him, pleading.

“nino loves you! he tells me all the time how grateful he is to have you. alya too! you know that she’s all tuff love,” my voice had to be raised to match his, otherwise his anger might block out everything, “kim, max, alix, ‘gami, jules-“

he shook his head frantically, backing himself into the wall as i came closer. now, with a slight tilt of my head i could see his eyes. his usual bright green eyes that now showed the purple neon mask that i was too familiar with.

“unrole model, i am hawk-“

i kissed him.

i tried to convey every emotion i felt, and everything good about him in it. his head jerked away, but his body pushed me closer.

he’s fighting him.

my arms wrapped around his neck, fingers running through silky hair. his lips started moving back, kissing me with such fever i could (and have) only dream about. one of his large hands traveled to undo my pigtails while the other delicately cupped my jaw. our tears mixed together, a salty taste on the lips.

it was sloppy, it was desperate, it was perfect.

reluctantly i pushed away, seeing a white butterfly on his shoulder, but that was the least of my worries. i gazed up into those beautiful eyes that never failed to make me speechless, but today it made me a preacher. his arms rested held me close and i cupped his jaw.

“i care about you. more then you could ever know. i lo-“ his eyes widened, “i look forward to seeing you everyday day and every night i only hope your as happy as you make me feel. you’re not alone, not ever,” a beat passed, then another. i put my hand out towards the butterfly, both of our mouths parted in suprise at the now purified akuma.

“did- did you just purify that?” i simply nodded and we watched it flutter away. he took a deep sigh.

“marinette,” he whimpered, then rested his head face down against my shoulder. his quiet sobs shook his body, and i petted his hair to smooth him. his voice, raw and defeated muttered, “i’m so sorry for saying that. i know you don’t think that i-“

“shh, it’s ok, i know adrien,” he lifted his head and stood to his full height. he smiled a small smile and cupped my jaw. his lips met mine, now slow and full of passion. a smiled softly against his, then returned it.

“thank you,” he whispered in my ear, then left one more kiss on my checks. i wiped his tears, and nodded.

“me and you, always,”

FINE I ADMIT IM NO WRITER.

the fucked up part of it was fucking gaberial wanting adrien to get angry SO he can akumatize him. this really sets adrien and maris relationship going, but adrien is still like “mari saved me from hawkmoth, she’s such a good friend 😄😄” and nino is like WTF.

#miraculous ladybug #mlb headcanon #adrien x marinette #adrien agreste #angst #marinette dupen chang #miraculous adrinette #adrienette #kisses

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theworldgate · 1 year

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So, I picked up The Nonary Games t'other day, and I have a few observations (from completing 999 and being ??% through Virtue's Last Reward):

1. Wow is it wild how many number base based puzzles are in 999. Like, I think part of the reason it took me comparitively little time to complete is my actual maths/CS degree.

2. Okay also mathematical/computational thinking more generally because "oh, this is isomorphic to a tile flip puzzle" is a thought I had at one point, in those words (I did cheat slightly on that one post-revelation, because I suck at tile flip puzzles. Also the magic square puzzle, though the hard part is recognising what it is)

3. Meanwhile my god VLR we do not need like 4 mini cutscenes between short text segments. Show one of: the door with the name opening and closing; the beeping map motion; the establishing shots of the new room; or the black screen with the name on! Heck maybe even 2 of them! Just don't do all four of them! Really! There are just constant 30+ second long unstoppable cutscenes and. Just. Why?!

4. Seriously, I took to timing the room transitions. One I encountered took around an entire minute because it included maps and doors for interstitial rooms too.

5. Honestly, I know the development timeline mean's it's not completely feasible, but I am still a bit surprised that Roko's Basilisk hasn't come up in VLR. It just feels like something that fits the pseudoscience (the steam store page literally uses the word "pseudoscience!") vibe.

6. Luna, my beloved. Okay this isn't really an"observation" but I really want to note it.

7. Okay, so, I think 999 works a lot better for me because seriously there are so many dead ends and story locks in VLR. Okay, so just going for what I vibed with lead to the story lock, singular, in 999 first route I tried, but that happened for the first several in VLR which is a bit "oh come on". I have since managed to get a few endings... And ran into several more story locks.

8. I appreciate that in one TL of VLR they do address the benefits of cooperating in the Prisoner's Dilemma explicitly pre-voting (as for post, see point 6), but I don't think the idea of the iterated Prisoner's Dilemma came up in any first round conversations, which is an actual odd miss.

9. Ngl, I do feel a wee bit awkward about the spicier costuming choices, given the probability of someone seeing the screen over my shoulder.

I probably have more to say, but that seems like a good number to leave it on.

Actually hang on, I'm not going to wreck the numbering for this, but: oh man VLR's camera controls are not working well for me rn. Talk about the the true final boss. Really, it speaks to the merits (that I have glossed over a bit here) of the game that I've still solved a bunch of rooms.

#text #zero escape #video games #nine hours nine persons nine doors #virtue's last reward #the nonary games #long post is long

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