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thatbigbisexual29 · 10 months

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Revenge Is A Dish Best Served.... Spider (ATSV)

GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY IT IS FINISHED!!! MY MAGNUM OPUS!!!! So... hi everyone! I'm so sorry this fic took so long! I got caught up with life stuff and my writer's inspo kept leaving me when I needed it most ;-; But it's now done! So now I post it! Also its super fricken long sorry about that lols. ANyways, enjoy and eat up my lovlies! ^<^

There he was. Perfect timing. Perfect position. Perfect opportunity. Three spidermen stood and watched their older counterpart closely with crossed arms.

“He’s asleep.”

“He’s wide open.”

“He’ll kill us if we go through with this.”

The three teens, Miles, Pavitr, and Gwen, all took pause and thought for a moment. The one they were looking at was none other than Hobie Brown, asleep and outstretched on Miles’ parents sofa. It was an amusing sight. The teen was waaaaay too big for the couch. Hobie laid on his stomach with his arms outstretched over one arm of the couch, and his legs dangling over the other arm. And he had a small flock of spider-teens observing him with crossed arms.

The three had recently come across the fact that they had all been targeted and sentenced to tickling by the punk. They came to this realization as they were watching a movie and a tickle scene came on. They all shuddered at their recent memories from their own experiences (as well as the scene being especially rude) and they started talking. That leads us to now.

“Do we really need to get him back? I mean, I liked it when he tickled me, it was fun!” Pavitr admitted, earning a look from the other two spiders.

“That’s only because he didn’t punish you. We,” Gwen gestured to herself and Miles, “got punished. We want to get him back.”

“Yeah, just because you had a good time doesn’t mean we did. Revenge is in order,” Miles agreed. Pav smiled a bit and shook his head.

“You Americans and your ticklish bloodlust. You shouldn’t have pranked him in the first place!” he giggled as he earned more scowls from his friends. Then he stretched his arms and cracked his fingers. “But if you two are too scared to start, I know where he’s ticklish!”

Pavitr walked up confidently, constantly surprising Miles and Gwen with his boldness. Moving Hobie’s hair from his neckline, he found his nape and started gently scribbling. The reaction was immediate. Hobie hummed a laugh, then started mumbling out chuckles, shifting on the couch as Pav continued. His arms sleepily reached behind him and his hands waved around as if he was trying to catch Pav’s, but he had no such luck.

“Mmmhmhmhmhmhm… Kahaharl quihihihit…” the punk muttered through his soft giggles. Miles and Gwen looked on in awe but soon dawned evil smiles on their faces. Pavitr was about to speak until they all held their breaths. Hobie groaned in his sleep and turned over entirely, now lying on his back. He scratched at his stomach and smacked his lips, returning to his peaceful slumber. The three teens gave each other looks of confirmation.

“I’m getting his stomach.” Miles called.

“His legs are all mine.” Gwen purred.

“Well, someone has to hold his arms...” Pavitr sighed.

They all jumped onto the taller Spider-Man. Miles sat on his thighs, Gwen sat on his knees facing him, and Pavitr quickly thwipped Hobie’s wrists together and held down the web with his foot, keeping his hands free. Hobie instantly woke up with a snort, looking around all dazed and confused.

“H-Huh? Whas happnin’? ‘S goin’ on?” he asked. He pulled at his wrists and started to panic as he realized the situation he was in. He pulled more as he saw Miles sitting above him with crossed arms and a smirk.

“Mornin’ Hobs. Had a nice nap?” Brooklyn’s Spider-Man asked. Hobie looked straight up and saw Pav who waved. He looked around Miles to see Gwen who nodded her head towards him. Hobie simply sighed and deflated where he laid, ragdolling his head on the arm of the couch.

“Whas dis den? You lot tryna get me back, is that it?” he said.

“Yep,” Gwen said.

“Nailed it right on the head,” Miles agreed.

“I mean, not really but this seems like fun,” Pavitr chided. Hobie took one more assessment of his situation before shrugging.

“Fine,” he sighed. “If it keeps you busy.”

The three spider kids were slightly taken aback by his willingness, but they shook it off nonetheless.

“Pav, you wanna start first?” Miles asked. Pavitr tapped his chin as if he was thinking about it.

“Hmm… let me think…” As he started to ponder, he took his free hand and softly scribbled his fingers up and down Hobie’s bicep, getting so close to his armpit but stopping just a hair short to continue upwards.

Hobie jumped at the contact and bit his lip, fighting back snickers while saying, “Oho fuck ohoff Pav.”

“I mean, I really should go first, shouldn’t I?” India’s Spider-Man spoke as he touched his other hand down on Hobie’s bicep, now scribbling up and down both his arms while speaking. “I am the one he got first. Even though I liked it, you can’t just tickle someone and not expect to be tickled back, right? Oh but if I do, he might get me back worse! What to do, what to do! Maybe I should just stay here, teasing him, almost going to his armpits but not quite yet~”

Meanwhile, Hobie was currently suffering under the torturous teasing he was being subjected to. Miles smiled and watched as his usually concealed friend lose his mind at a few simple scratches.

“Come on, Hobs!” Pav continued, now scratching right above his armpits. “I know how ticklish you are! Why hide it? I can feel you’re gonna break~ Aaaaaaaaaany second now~ Maybe I should go lower? Maybe I should tickle your armpits? Would that make you laugh? Hm?~”

“Ffffffffffuhuhucker- Pahav- Imma k-kihihill you!” Hobie growled through his giggles. He used all the movement he could to cover his eyes with his elbows. His smile was bigger than ever and he was constantly moving and shaking his torso.

“Looks like Hobie’s quite the dancer! Wiggle wiggle Hobs~” Miles cooed. Gwen just sat back and pulled out her phone, recording this moment. I’m so sending this to Peter, she thought with an evil smirk.

“What do you guys think? Should I go for the kill?” Pav asked as he hovered his hands over his friend’s armpits. Hobie’s eyes widened and he gasped, holding his breath. He let out hesitational giggles as Pav’s fingers wriggled above their target area. Even Miles felt shivers up his spine.

“Oh hell yes you should! Why don’t I help out?~” Miles brought his own wiggly fingers to hover above Hobie’s ribs. The taller teen grunted and covered his eyes again.

“Y-You fuckheads! Teasin’s not fair! Bofa yous as dead as doornails, ‘ear me??” The Spider-Punk said in a panicked voice. Miles and Pav looked at each other and nodded. At the same time they mouthed ‘1…2…3!’

Then, they attacked! Both Miles and Pav touched down onto Hobie’s torso and began their assault. Pavitr wickedly scratched and clawed Hobie’s armpits while Miles dug his fingers between the spaces of his ribs. Hobie, meanwhile, barked out a laugh and jerked hard. He nearly sent Gwen flying! She was lucky that he was barely using his spider strength, so instead she got shoved into Miles’ back.

“Oof! Hehey, watch it Hobs! You tryna kill me here?” the Spider-Woman retorted. Hobie was too busy laughing his ass off to make up a witty response.

“BAHhahahahahahahahaha! F-Fuck sake- gyahahahahaha! Gehehehehet outta thehehehehehere! Shhhhihihihihihits! You shihihihitbags! Fffr- grrr- pfffhahahahahahaha!” Hobie was a completely new person. The only people who’ve seen this ticklish side of him were Karl and Pav, but he’s never been tickled by them at the same time. But did having Miles and Pav tickle him simultaneously make it any less fun? No. No it did not. This was the most fun he’s had in his life!

“I told you guys he’s ticklish! Oh, oh! What’s that thing you sing to Karl when you tickle him? It goes like “I’m gonna tickle tickle tickle you until you dieeeeeeee~” right? Am I right?” Pav asked, constantly stirring the pot and switching up his technique. He went from digging and vibrating to scratching and scribbling, then to poking and prodding. Miles laughed a bit.

“You seriously sing that?” he asked.

“Yes, he does. I have videos for proof,” Gwen said from her spot behind Miles (she fixed her position to where she was sitting on Hobie’s shins).

“Ooh, you should show him the video you took of Karl and Hobie on Karl’s birthday! Now that was brutal!” Pav said, harboring another bark of laughter from the punk below him as he jammed his fingers into the center of his hollows.

“J-Jehehehehehehehesus Christ! Stahahahahahahahap tahahahahalkin’!” Hobie ordered, but his words failed to carry any authority. Miles just smirked and vibrated his fingers faster and he felt deeply satisfied when the punk jerked forward.

“Guys, I don’t think I can believe what I’m hearing. Is he actually trying to order us around right now?” Miles raised an eyebrow and looked to Gwen and Pav.

“Completely unbelievable,” Pav agreed.

“Especially coming from the guy who ‘doesn’t follow orders.’ What do you have to say for yourself, Hobs?” Gwen asked. Hobie could only flop back and forth while spewing giggles and laughs from his mouth, shaking his head so much so one would think you asked him if he liked the government. The three teens just laughed with him. Then, Hobie said something unexpected.

“Breheheheheheak!” he laughed out. “Breheheheheheak break break! I cahahahahahahan’t!”

Without a second thought, Miles and Pavitr raised their hands and halted their tickling. Hobie’s body instantly relaxed, giggling and sighing as he caught his breath. Gwen was up in a flash and making a beeline for the kitchen. Pavitr rubbed Hobie’s pits to rub the ghost tickles away, being careful he wasn’t tickling the older spider. Miles patted Hobie’s side in an attempt to calm him.

“You alright, Hobie? Is it too much? Should we stop??” Brooklyn’s Spider-Man questioned, looking from Hobie to Pavitr for confirmation. Pav just smiled back at him.

“No need to panic, Spidey,” he explained, “It’s normal for someone to get worked up in a situation like this. He just needs some water and a breather, then we’re free to get back to it! Right Hobs?”

Hobie responded with a nod, now just panting. Gwen returned with a cup of water and offered it to Hobie’s lips. The punk shimmied up so he could drink more comfortably. And drink he did. He barely left a drop in the cup before laying back down. Then, he chuckled.

“You two are right fuckin’ evil, man. Downright awful, it was. Shihihit,” he chuckled.

“Well just you wait! Cause Miles is really about to knock your socks off~” Gwen cooed, pinching Hobie’s cheek like a grandma would. Hobie, feeling playful, bit at her fingers. Gwen squeaked out in surprise and shot her hand back to her side.

“Hey!” she fussed. Hobie just grinned with mischief. Gwen just rolled her eyes with a smile, shook her head, and traveled back to the kitchen with cup in hand.

“Now that wasn’t very nice, Hobie!” Miles said.

“Oh yeah? Whatcha gon’ do bout it, Miles? Hm? Gon’ punish me? Treat me like a bad boy, huh? I reckon you won’t, ya too much of a coward~” Hobie taunted, shimmying his chest at Miles. Brooklyn’s Spider-Man was immediately taken back, sending a confused look at Pavitr. Pav simply laughed.

“This trick again, Hobie?” Pav asked as he looked down at his friend, giggling when Hobie waggled his eyebrows at him. “This is a method he tries to mess with anyone who’s tickling him. But it never works. Just go ahead, he loves this stuff!”

Miles simply looked at Hobie and smiled. Hobie sighed and shrugged.

“Wurf a shot, roight?” he said. Miles grabbed the hem of Hobie’s shirt and pulled up, finding a pleasant surprise.

“No way!” he exclaimed.

“What is it?” Pavitr poked his head up.

“Did you find an embarrassing birthmark? A third nipple??” Gwen said, running back from the kitchen, all too excited to find something humiliating to tease Hobie for.

“No, look!” Miles pointed his finger to his stomach where it harbored a black and silver belly button piercing with an upside down cross. The three gawked as they looked at it, giving the punk a longer break.

“Holy crap you have a belly piercing??” Pavitr asked, bewildered.

“You should see what else I have pierced~” Hobie said with a wink to his friends.

There were three seconds of silence before Pavitr barked out, “YOU PIERCED YOUR PENIS?!?”

Everyone burst out into hysterical laughter at Pav’s declaration. Miles deflated onto Hobie’s chest, Gwen slumped against the back of the couch, and Hobie just cackled as if they started tickling him again.

“No Pahav, mah nips! I pierced mah nipples, ya goon! I’m fuckin’ out mah mind, not crazy! Pahahaha!” Hobie said, giggling out of his mind.

“Oh my god, I wish I had that recorded!” Gwen cried out through her laughter. Miles just held his head on Hobie’s chest and snickered hysterically. Pavitr blushed from embarrassment but started laughing too. And Hobie was a mess. He was giggling so much that he started to let out tiny snorts. Miles shot up when he heard them.

“You snort when you laugh!” Brooklyn’s Spider-Man accused, pointing a finger right in the punk’s face. “Why did you rip on me when you snort too? You’re such a hypocrite!”

Hobie just giggled and said, “Cause it’s cuter when you do it! ‘S adorable, mate, ‘ow can I not tease ya?”

“Oh, you’re getting it now!” Miles declared, raising his two hands and forming them into claws. “Any last words?~”

“Sleep with one eye open- yeEEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Hobie taunted then screamed as Miles dug into his stomach. He used the same method he used on his ribs, only this time, he used tiny sparks of his venom to add more to its kick. Hobie jerked up hard, nearly sending Miles flying, but the teen just laughed and held on tighter.

“Haha! Oh man, regret teasing me yet? Or do you need more persuasion?” Miles asked as he kneaded and zapped Hobie’s toned stomach. Hobie just barked out loud laughter as he swung around, thrashing like a rodeo bull. Pav looked shocked but was laughing with them as Gwen started recording again.

“FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHACK MIHIHIHIHIHIHILES!! CH-CHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEAT!! YOU CHEHEHEHEHEHEAT!! NOHOHOHOHO VEHEHEHEHEHENOM!! MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAILES!!!” Hobie threw his head back and cackled like a madman.

“Holy crap! You’re ruthless Miles! That’s his worst spot!” Pavitr said. It was unaware if he was warning Miles or encouraging him.

Either way, Hobie genuinely looked like he was having fun. His smile was wide and unapologetic, his eyes closed as his nose scrunched tight. It was a beautiful sight and such a 180 from his normal personality. Miles was going to ask for every single video and picture Gwen was taking at that very moment. And every other video or picture where Hobie’s getting tickled.

“You think this is ruthless?” Miles asked, removing his hands to give Hobie a very short lived break. “Let me show you what my Uncle Aaron taught my dad when I was a kid.”

“You… you still are a kid… bitch…” Hobie panted out. Now his fate was sealed. Miles furrowed his brows and smiled. Without any warning, Miles rapidly squeezed his hands against Hobie’s sides and inhaled deeply before blowing a massive raspberry on the punk’s stomach. Hobie fucking lost it. He arched up high and his laughter went silent. Then, it roared out of him as if he was the offspring of a lion and hyena.

“MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAILES!!!! SHIHIHIHIHIHIHI- FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOT AGAIN! NOT AGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIN!!! YOUHUHU FUCKIN PEHEHEHEHEHEST!! AHAHAHAHAHA SHIT!! OK!! OKOKOK AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! I TAHAHAHAHAKE IT BAHAHAHAHAHAHACK!!” Miles sat back and laughed a bit, enjoying how easily he picked apart his friend.

“Come on, punk rocker! Can’t handle a few wittle tickews? You’re lucky I’m not shocking you! Or going after your piercing~ Man, how hellish would that be?” Brooklyn’s Spider-Man taunted. Hobie was ballistic. Pav noticed this and was about to warn Miles to stop when his spider sense went off. He looked up to the front door and saw the doorknob turning and heard the sound of jingling keys.

“Miles, stop! Your parents are home!” Pavitr said, quickly fishing Hobie’s pocket knife from the punk’s discarded jacket. Miles looked up and towards the hall. He sprang off Hobie as Gwen casually went to get another cup of water. Pavitr cut the webs and Miles helped calm Hobie down just as Rio Morales walked in.

“Miles? Everything alright? It sounded like someone was dying in here,” she said, hanging up her purse and walking into the living room. What she found was quite the wholesome sight. The tv was on as Miles and Pav sat with Hobie on the couch, laughing at some sitcom that was playing. Gwen came from the kitchen and smiled to Rio.

“Sorry, Rio- I mean, Mrs. Morales. The show we were watching is just super funny! I was about to make us some popcorn, want a bag?” the blonde spider-woman somewhat lied, distracting the woman. Meanwhile, Hobie was leaning back on the couch and hugging his torso, still recovering from the harsh tickles he received. Miles immediately felt guilty.

“Hey man, you alright? I went too far, didn’t I?” he asked, looking at Hobie with a worried glance. Hobie just chuckled, and as if he had regained all of his strength just then, he swooped an arm around Miles’ neck and dug his knuckles into his head, giving him a noogie.

“Ah, you little bugga! Who knew you were such a meanie? Yeah, I’s jus ‘bout to tap out. But you good mahn! Was super fun. You’ll still have to watch your back~” Hobie cooed that last part into his ear as he squeezed his ribs, making Miles bark out a laugh.

The teens went on with their night, Gwen declaring that one day she’d get her own personal revenge on Hobie (even though they argued that the pictures and photos she took were her revenge). They found a movie and nuzzled into a large cuddle pile, falling asleep in the blankets and pillows, all of them leaning on Hobie.

And the last thing Hobie thought before he faded into sleep was, God my friends are the best.

#why did this fic take so LONG?!?!#but its done so now I can get back to work!#across the spiderverse #hobie brown #spider punk #spiderverse #pavitr prabhakar #spiderman #miles morales #gwen stacy #tickle fic #atsv tickle #spiderverse tickle #tickle

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vomitingstars · 2 months

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It's a Sleepover Baby! Pt.2

FunShine Jill x Fem!Reader

Contains: cupcakes, guilt, manipulation, bitch you know why you're here, fem reader, sapphic relationship, toxic yuri

Cupcake decoration and gossip time is a blast. Jill crafts her cupcake into a decent Love-A-Lot Bear and with a lot of luck you somehow managed to recreate a Finn cake. Jill coos and awes at your creation despite not knowing what it is. A little too much in fact. You were starting to feel babied or maybe a little patronized in a way. Jill's praises felt excessive sometimes. Like a mom giving an exaggerated "Good Job!"" in exchange for their toddler's unidentifiable scribbles.

Your very tall gal pal breaks you out of the confines of your thoughts and takes a dab of pink icing on her finger then boops you on the nose with it. You cock an eyebrow in her direction, challenging the action with a confused smile and looking for an explanation.

"Gee, sunshine. I didn't realize you were my number one fan~" She jokes with a teasing smirk while looking you up and down with interest. You assume she must be admiring your sleep attire. It's a very nice set. You then realize what she meant as you caught your reflection on the microwave. The pink spot of icing on your nose resembled her face paint.

It was almost as if Jill could read your mind. You looked to see her perk up with an idea. She dipped a yellow glove into more pink icing and continued to paint your face. It was as if she were marking you in a way and you weren't quite sure how to feel about it. Being this close, you felt tempted to stare at her and take in all of her lovely features. Yet, you kept your eyes on everything but your ghostly girlie. She's so pretty it just isn't fair. Everything about her is mesmerizing and it twists your stomach uncomfortably. The sweet scent of icing floods your nostrils as you were hit with inspiration.

Dipping your fingers into a bowl of red icing, you began to write on her face as well. Let's just say your doodles and writings weren't exactly the cutesy doodles Jill had been hoping for. She chuckles lowly.

"You're such a goober. I think it's time we book it to the next activity." Oh no, it feels weird. Has the mood been ruined? She's still smiling but it feels a bit intense. Why did you do that? Why do you feel like this? Jill grabs you by the waist and lifts you up onto the kitchen counter effortlessly. Even with this boost in height, Jill still towers over you. Looking down into your eyes thoughtfully as if calculating her next actions. She's so close. She's always close. Her body was slotted in between your thighs, and they were spread wide to accommodate her. This feels so intimate. So familiar.

"Jill, are you mad at me? I didn't mean to-" Jill leans in close. Your lips almost touching as she interrupts.

"I could never be mad at you. You were just joking around." A flood of relief washes over you. And yet, you found it hard to meet her gaze for a moment.

"Right. I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry." And you meant it too. You don't know what happened. Maybe you wanted to take Jill down a peg. Maybe you were a bit jealous of her confidence, her beauty, strength. Jill pulls you out of your thoughts with a gentle hand lifting your chin upwards to look at her.

"It's okay Sunspot. I know you didn't mean it. I think you just wanted my attention. And you will always have it. All I want is to make you happy. To make you feel good. You want to feel good right? Don't you think you deserve to?" You weren't quite sure how to answer but you nodded yes. Her voice was soft and so comforting. Feeling the sudden urge to lean into her more, you attempted to suppress it. Jill seemed to notice and smiled sweetly as she carried you off to the couch.

"Truth or dare?" She asks calmly. You answered truth and Jill pauses for a moment. Thinking of her question as she crosses her longer legs to make room for yours. You faced each other in the dim room, lit up with color changing fairy lights.

"Who do you love most?" Jill asks casually as if she didn't ask the most invasive question known to man. She flutters her eyelashes at you expectantly.

"Jill, that's so intense! Especially for the first round." You avoided the question hoping she would move on.

"Do you love me?" Jill asks suddenly as if she had been holding onto that question for ages just dying to let it out. She somehow looked eager and smug all at the same time.

"Love is such an intense emotion. I think maybe I need to choose dare." Her smile only seems to falter for half a second until shifting into something a bit mischievous.

"Alright. Then I dare you to clean me up. And you can only use your tongue!" Is she serious? Her face was still covered in icing and maybe this embarrassing task would be easier than admitting how you feel. Or at least how you think you feel.

You leaned forward and stuck out your tongue for an experimental lick. She lets out a shaky exhale. "I didn't think you'd actually do it. Go on. If you're going to do something, you should do it right." Her large hands pulled your body closer and kept you steady as your tongue explored the surface of her face. Sweet icing coats your tongue and you feel extremely silly. You can't help but burst out into a fit of laughter mid lick, and failing to stifle your giggles when you finish.

Jill suddenly grabs your face and pulls you in roughly to connect your lips together. Your brain short circuits from a slurry of intense emotions. Her mouth is warm and wet and sweet. Her lips are impossibly soft and slick with gloss. Her hand cradles your face gently, keeping you close. You couldn't pull away if you wanted to. Jill remembers you need to breathe and pulls back waiting for your reaction. Pleasantly surprised when you lean back in for more.

#funshine jill x reader #funshine jill x fem reader #disaster yuri #i lowkey hate this tbh but whatever #i dont proofread my shit #already working on part 3

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fan-mans · 3 months

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I made a rant in my server a bit ago about some of my ships so I'm posting them today cause they're true and I love them

Here's the burnt bread one

starting with joe:

He's had a tough life... he went to catholic school where he was shamed and bullied for being weird and disabled and different and despite his mother and sister's love, they couldn't protect him from the trauma that gave him. On top of that, he's trans, which made him even MORE vulnerable to abuse... so he decided he HAS to be 'normal', no exceptions and shamed himself away from all the things he's naturally attracted to for years.

On top of that, being trans made him more scared of his sexuality, made him feel like the only way to be a real man was to throw out all his 'feminine' traits, especially his attraction to men. This leads him into some nasty relationships.

Here, all of his partners control him, tell him that if he wants affection, he must please them and ignore his own wants because he needs to 'man up'. Even the few men he does date do this, holding themselves over him and slowly breaking his spirit under the weight of their demands of servitude.

Throughout his life, joe learns that to be loved means he must forget himself, hide and crush what makes him different and please everyone he can.

When he enters the wvba at 25, he stops dating- too busy with work. And after his first match, his one win against nick bruiser of all people, he slowly goes down. He gets weaker physically and in spirit- he can barely defend himself against people shitting on him, let alone against the other boxers. He feels pathetic, weak, and worthless.

And he DOES have the strength to fight- he's constantly protecting his friends and the things he loves, standing up to assholes for people or causes and be truly terrifying... but he can't do it for himself, because he doesn't see a reason to defend who he is

Aran has had a similar life. While he's loved by his family and some friends, the outside world has been unkind to him.

His love life has been hellish, being denied the ability to express his love to his partners because it's too weird or over the top. And when he was allowed, he was told to be grateful. He was hurt and told that it was love, forced into things he hated and told it was good for him. And again and again he tried to squeeze into the right boxes and failed. On top of all that, he's dealing with a lot of untreated trauma and mental illness but he refuses to go to doctors because he's lost all trust in them.

But, instead of curling inward on self hatred, aran responded by exploding out.

If the world didn't want him how he was- he was going to make himself completely unpalatable except to the most diehard people. He emphasized his weird, ugly ways, hoping to push all away so he wouldn't have to deal with anyone anymore. Sure, he has 'friends' but he never truly trusts them, holds them at a distance and bears his teeth when they get too close.

Aran learned love from someone who isn't his own flesh and blood was basically a lie- only found through sheer luck. He couldn't trust people and was alone in this world. He had to lie and cheat and cross his fingers because that's what living is. He bites and growls without shame and cheats because he knows he's an animal and needs to survive.

And yet, he CAN be gentle! He's gentle with children and even other people, his family, the few outside it he trusts. He lets himself cry at night when no one is around but his dog and be sad and scared, but alone.

And then... they find each other

it's tense at first

Joe doesn't know how to talk to people well and aran is untrusting and standoffish. But joe mentions dropping out young, or a horror movie and peaks aran's interest. And the more they talk the more they realize how similar their lives are. How much they understand about each other's pain and fears and lives just by sheer coincidence.

Joe takes it as a sign, aran just thinks they're the luckiest bitches on earth.

So they grow close, and by doing so, find healing.

(I have fic ideas based on some of these scenarios so :P)

Aran sees joe's weird side and embraces it, ENCOURAGES it. He pushes joe because the joy on his face when he feels free is the most beautiful thing in the world. He see's joe's anger and pushes it forward, tells him he's worth something no matter how he is and helps him learn to love himself.

And joe sees aran break, the terrifying walls he's built up crumble, and he embraces it. He holds aran and lets him cry on his shoulder. He embraces his weirdness and takes pleasure in seeing his art and his uncouth ways. And he especially loves holding him down and holding his hand when he needs it.

And goddamn do they WANT each other. They want each other so bad and have no clue how to say it because deep down they're both scared of ruining the wonderful thing they have together and losing the one thing making their lives better

Surprisingly, it's joe who cracks first.

At this point, joe's more physically healthy and confident than he's ever been in years. But stress is building up in his heart. He's so grateful for aran, he knows what the other has done for him, but others just don't see it- most of his minor circuit friends don't believe him when he says aran's been helping him and still fear aran, still try and get him away because they're sacred aran is truly the monster he presents himself to be>

But joe... he snaps- now, he's stopped caring, he KNOWS that what he wants matters and what he wants is aran

(Leading to this juicy bit of dialogue)

Joe: “You may not be what I need- you may not even be what’s good for me! But dear god you are everything I want. And for once in my life, I refuse to deny myself that!”

And fuck does aran need to hear that

He'd never known that he could not only be loved like this- or even actively WANTED as himself. So he just kisses joe and holds him, very much trying not to cry.

And in the end things turn out fine. Aran drops his walls and joe builds up his strength even more. Aran goes to therapy and gets meds and opens up for once, allowing those 'friendships' to become real and give him even more strength. Joe embraces himself and becomes so blindingly happy and free it's impossible to ignore. He stands up for himself- he fucking moves up in the circuit and matches with goddamn hondo!!

Of course, there IS a little drama when they reveal their relationship...

The minor circuit freaks a bit. Esp kaiser who gets real jelly cause he had a crush on joe.

The world circuit is supportive, even sandy who had a crush on joe too but sees how happy aran makes him and so he's happy too.

Don wants in on the relationship and fails (rip, they have enough issues sorry don).

Disco, hugger and hippo are all hesitant but chill when hondo gets some reasoning into them

And tiger is undisturbed, even a little happy now that kaiser is free.

After a while kaiser gets over it and makes up with joe and aran. He actually gets really happy for them, esp after realizing that him and who joe truly is just wouldn't be compatible as lovers but are still great friends. He actually thanks aran for helping joe become so happy and respects him a lot for it.

And they all lived happily ever after the end :)

#RAAAAGH #these guys are on my brain all the time and I love them sm #glass joe #aran ryan #burnt bread #punch out #punch out wii #headcanons #my hcs

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jesse-cosay · 10 months

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Honestly, for a car idea, now I can’t stop picturing there being some play on words with the phrase “smart cookie.” Like maybe a school or laboratory themed car with pastry denizens, and the famous Summa Cum Laude/head scientist is some sort of cookie. That, and or a car where that used to be the case, but they either got burnt out “gifted kid” style or went through an identity crisis and mental breakdown from something involving prior passengers/the nature of the puzzle of their car challenging the concept of them being ‘a smart cookie.’

Alternately, an inverted aquarium car where the entrance door dumps you into a zoo enclosure pit, and there are giant windows separating you from a ‘watery outside world’ where gawking aquatic species denizens want to take candid pictures of passengers for their family vacation to the Zoo before you can leave.

Could be some fun stuff there methinks.

I've seen a lot of stuff using fish or aquariums for cars, I think, so I did a spin on it to make it a zoo. I didn't actually finish this one bc I forgot what I wanted the ending to be, but I hope y'all can still enjoy it!

(I didn't have any ideas for the Smart Cookie car but it's SUCH a cool concept, I hope I or someone else uses it in the future)

The sign read no photography and MT figured it was about all the luck they would get. Jesse entered the car first to make sure it was safe, per usual. Only to find an empty zoo exhibit in which Jesse was the animal on display. Curious, MT had followed him and Alan right after. The door had closed behind them too quickly for either of them to backtrack.

In no less than five minutes even MT realized that their was no winning with this car. It sucked. Clearly the denizens lacked complete respect for the rules of their own car. And every new animal left MT more on edge than the last!

After hours of wandering in circles looking for any sign of an exit, they'd eventually decided a break was in order.

A pair of giraffes cooed at them from the other side of the cage, trying to lean through the bars and get their attention. One of them reached into its coat, glancing around to see if anyone else was looking. The only other creature was a hippo that was half asleep.

“What are they doing?" Jesse squinted. Sitting in the middle of the exhibit left him too far away to make out the details. It whipped out a camera, snapping a few quick pictures before stuffing it back into its pocket as if nothing had happened.

"Hey!" He pointed an accusatory finger, gesturing at the sign that MT had noted upon first entering. "It says no pictures!"

MT shuffled behind him, a bundle of anxious energy. They had been quiet after their initial reaction to the car. There was a small stream in the enclosure, but it was tiny and off to the side. It posed no real threat. That hadn't eased their nerves in the slightest.

MT crossed their arms and came to stand by Jesse's side before shooting a glare at the sneaky photographer. "I'm breaking that camera on my way out.”

Unbothered by their threats the other giraffe pulled out their own camera, taking their sweet time to take pictures of the two of them.

Frustrated, MT stomped towards them. Being sure to make good on their words. "I did not escape the mirror world just to get trapped in some cage like an animal!"

"No offense Alan!" Jesse amended delicately. The deer was grazing near the stream, completely unperturbed by the scene.

MT’s fist brushed against the metal of their enclosure, an electric jolt arcing from the metal into them painfully. They stumbled back from it, nearly crumbling to their knees as they clutched the sore spot. Jesse ran to their side, placing his hands hesitantly on their shoulder in an attempt to help. "Are you okay?"

They waited to respond, their vision still wobbly and bright from the shock. They shook their hand out, as if to dispel any remaining electricity as they settled back into themselves. "I'm just- tired."

Intrigued by the sudden commotion the giraffes took a whole slew of pictures, babbling to one another. MT growled. If they couldn't punch them then they'd find another way. Picking up a fist sized rock they launched it at the two instead.

The rock fared better than their hand, sailing through the cage and almost nipping one in the shoulder. Disgruntled, they put their cameras away.

MT's eyes never left the giraffes as they finally started to make their way to some other exhibit that this makeshift zoo must have had to offer. They was more than relieved to watch them go, but they knew more would take their place in time.

At last, true to their words, MT sank into Jesse's side. Resting a good amount of their weight on him. It wasn't entirely unusual. They knew they'd been getting handsier and handsier with every passing car. They could only hope he didn't mind- well. MT knew he didn't. Jesse leaned into every touch like he was starved, but MT couldn't help the way it made their stomach squirm. It was all so new to them. Everything was new to them.

As sweet as it was to stay pressed into Jesse's side, hiding against his shoulder for some sense of privacy, it couldn't last. MT was heavy. No amount of swim practice was going to keep him upright as they sagged into him, as much as they was loathsome to move.

"Do you wanna sit down?"

MT had the decency not to point out how out of breath he sounded.

Jesse shifted, moving deeper into the enclosure. Alan Dracula trotted behind them as if to keep an eye on his two fawns. His hand was feather light against their wrist, but he never broke the contact. MT was thankful for it.

There wasn't much peace and quiet to be had in this car. No cave or burrow to hide in. Even here they were still clearly visible to passing denizens. "Is this okay?"

Taking in their surroundings, MT sighed. "Yeah, this will have to do."

"Just close your eyes," He prompted, making space so that they could sit beside him.

MT blatantly ignored the extra room, and made theirself at home lined up next to him, shoulder to ankle. Jesse always felt so warm, it drew MT into him. Clicking together like two magnets. Jesse shivered, but if MT's metal skin bugged him, he didn't say anything.

They did close their eyes. Forehead lulling familiarly into the crook of Jesse's neck. They wiggled their nose as his hair tickled their face.

MT had never sat so close to him- or anyone. It sapped their energy in a way that was oddly pleasant. They didn't know how to explain it, but his presence left them pliant in a way they never could be when they'd been exploring on their own. If anything they should have been so hyperly aware of every point of contact that they couldn't bear to sleep at all. They found themselves drifting off either way.

Jesse rested his head atop MT's. Wiggling his arm to wrap it around their waist to keep their dead weight propped against him.

Alan Dracula sniffled at them curiously before snorting softly. As he laid behind the two of them, it became impossible to stay awake. Sleep had never come easily with danger lurking just behind every door. Even this car wasn't ideal. But they had each other. And they were as safe as they could be. It was enough.

#infinity train #lake infinity train #infinity train lake #infinity train book 2 #jesse cosay #infinity train book two #jesslake #infinity train jesse #jesse infinity train #yellow's writing #Eli helped me with this a little bc we both wanted to write fluff but we just never finished #ask

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jklovesfandoms · 2 years

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Ik it's been a bit, but I swear on the Bachelor Man Bible, I have good reason. I am sick.

Anyways Uranium Suite/Tragic Fact choreo analysis! (Ps, I am slightly biased, I used this choreo for a movement project in my Advanced Actor's Studio class.)

First of all, Constance with that speed talking off a note card? Literally amazing and hilarious, and very realistic. I love it!

The choir snapping! Very funny, very cool. Especially bc people don't start at the same time, so it's even more realistic! Also, the realistic choir movements! Just the snapping and more rhythmic movements in the 2013 production is (imo) even more realistic than the more show choir movement of Fall Fair Suite.

Mischa sounds literally so uninterested, and I love him for that. Also A MARCHING BAND? I'm in marching band, and oh Jesus Christ on a bike, what are they doing with their hands? /lh

It's not actually a big deal, I'm just a huge marching band nerd, only a little less than I am a theater nerd, so I'm very picky. But also, there's no way that marching band sounds good. Uranium City is literally tiny, literally nothing, and they go on to complain about it! Like NO! That marching band would be microscopic. Nothing, nada. They could possibly sound good, but they'd be running on the bare minimum there.

I love the reaching out towards the side of the choir! Probably implying that Jane has a solo, and is performing with them, despite not being on stage atm. Which makes you question even more, how was she not identified? But yk, theory for another day.

I love the choir snapping out of their reach-out, bc it looks like this intense moment of realization. Like, they look so confused! It's really cool, how much emotion every single member is expressing. Also it should be noted, I love Karnak in this show, he's a funky little man with a long ass beard, and I adore him.

I love them looking at each other at the synchronized beat! Even if Noel is being left out :(

Then, every member of the choir (even if you can only see Ocean clearly) just staring out into the audience as they sing about their town going down the drain, essentially. The stillness of the actors works so well for this. You feel like it's a single moment in time that you're observing in slow motion! (Ps, this is basically where I started my movement piece, and my class literally rambled to me afterwards about how amazing the stillness hit at the beginning)

"We will never leave this town at ALL" and then the group head turn to the slow, intercrossing walk, and the hit of suddenly being stuck in that position! Literally amazing, and I love it. Mischa fr just be standing there like "yep, am stronk"

"Our folks, it seems, were too entwined, stubborn, wouldn't change their mind. Hoping bust might turn right back to boom" I love how Ocean, Mischa, and Ricky, the three people possibly most isolated from the town, due to extremely different circumstances, are the three facing the audience. Noel and Constance are staring directly at Ocean, and that's just so cool, bc they're the two who are on opposite sides of each other. Constance, Ocean's bff, and Noel, Ocean's enemy, are the two looking at her, in at least some display of concern. I think it's neat, lol.

"Crossed their fingers, prayed for luck, bowed down to this mighty buck, waiting in this godforsaken tomb" just the pure anxiety on every single members face! Really shows how they must've felt in their final moments. Constance shows the least amount of worry, but that makes a lot of sense, because of Sugar Cloud. I also love how the entire choir stops their movement at tomb. You can also hear a slight clicking in the background, which almost sounds like the track of a rollercoaster, bringing the train up to the top of a drop! I think that's also very neat.

LITERALLY EVERY SINGLE MEMBER'S MOVEMENT DURING "empty people, empty mind. Living like they're killing time, a dead-end town against a dead-end wall" IT'S SO AWESOME!!! I LOVE ALL OF THEIR MOVEMENTS, AND HOW IT REPRESENTS THEIR CHARACTERS.

Also, combining that with the very mechanical movement of "There's nothing cute and nothing sweet, this town has only one main street, let me face my boredom at the mall" which, unlike a lot of things in this musical, where I compare their mechanic movements to the rollercoaster, this is one where I don't. The choir walking here, imo, shows how repetitive life was in Uranium City. How everything felt meshed together, and that you were living the same day over and over and over again. Their next move of reaching out, and then going around in a circle continues to represent that! As well as the loop in the coaster, but that's just a constant theme in this show, lol.

Also, then Ocean leading the choir for "so what do we do to fill our day" "make plans for the getaway!" Is so important. Because literally at least 2 other people (Noel and Mischa, unless their characters changed very very drastically, since I haven't been able to find a full show of this production yet) are longing to get out of Uranium! Also Ricky, reaching for the stars as a getaway? I love that character bit.

Then the choir just complaining and lamenting about how boring, and repeating Uranium City is! How the most fun thing is the choir, and then dying (represented by "build yourself a funeral pyre, so many stimulating things to do") LIKE THAT'S IT and the movement represents that with the precision, and the quickness between movements. That's it. You're born, you sing (and maybe play bingo), you work, and then you die. That's life in Uranium City Saskatchewan Canada, so everyone wants to get out. They don't want that, even if that's exactly what they got in the end.

EVERYONE WORKS AT THE MALL! Literally everyone moves back to the coaster position using a movement that represents a job at the mall. Like, omfg. THAT'S IT. There's nothing else to do. And they continue to represent that unpassing of time with the movement. I adore it. (Off topic, I'm so tempted to make my senior quote "How can I describe my hate? It's one year till I graduate" but I probably won't)

THEM GETTING FLUNG OFF THE ROLLERCOASTER AS IT CRASHES? OMG I LOVE IT SO SO SO MUCH, YOU HAVE NO IDEA

Anyways, that's all! Hope you enjoyed :)

#ride the cyclone #rtc #ride the cyclone musical #tragic fact is so good omg #i love them so much #i am such a nerd #omg #sorry for the wait lol

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milarqui · 1 year

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Scarlet Lady: Volpina

Directory - Simon Says

“Class, we have a new student joining us today, please make her feel welcome!” Mme. Bustier said. It wasn't the first time she had done it this year – Alya and Adrien had received the same treatment –but it still felt like something new, particularly with how small their class was. “Lila, do you want to tell us a little about yourself?”

“Well, my parents are Italian diplomats, which is why we moved. It's colder than I expected.”

Chloé checked her nails. To her, the new girl was as interesting as watching paint dry.

“I'm a little nervous coming in so late in the year. I do hope I can get some help catching up!”

Nino looked aside, and watched as Adrien drooled all over his table.

Jesus, bro, what the hell you've been doing?

“Dude,” he whispered, poking his sleepy best friend in an attempt to awaken him.

“Let's all be good friends!” Lila wished.

----

A few hours later, the class was on a break, and several of them rounded about Lila, interested in what she could tell about herself.

And it did sound interesting, indeed!

“Thanks to my travels, I know lots of famous people! Jagged Stone, Prince Ali, Spielberg... I'm even besties with Scarlet Lady!” she said, smiling.

Kim, Rose, and Alya were impressed, and the latter actually pulled out her cellphone.

“Wow, Lila, that's amazing! How'd you manage that?!” she asked. If she could get this on the LadyBlog, her views would skyrocket!

Had Lila been paying attention, she would have realized that not everyone was as impressed.

Marinette, Alix, and Nino – all of whom had witnessed Scarlet Lady's real personality – were terrified. Because, what kind of person would actually be friends with her?

----

Adrien tried to shake off the tiredness from his eyes. After yet another afternoon of training, all he wanted to do was to curl up and take a nap before he had to knock off the homework.

“WHAT!? That's unacceptable! We sent you a file with the measurements!”

Père? Adrien thought. He had heard him being angry, so it wasn't exactly uncommon, but this used to be the kind of thing that really angered him – someone messing with his designs. Approaching to check on him, he saw something unexpected.

“That incompetent …! No, contact my assistant, Nathalie.”

A secret safe.

Quickly jumping behind a column to avoid being seen by his father, Adrien watched as he went away, sizzling in anger – and he was struck with a feeling.

The feeling of curiosity.

“I can't believe there's a safe behind Maman's picture,” he said, moving said picture aside, while Plagg got in and opened the safe from the inside.

“What a weird haul. A book on Tibet, a pamphlet for a hotel in Tibet... Whoops! This looks important!” Plagg said, tossing a large book with an elaborate engraving on its cover to Adrien.

“Noice!” he replied, putting the book in his bag. “Hey, real quick, is rebellion supposed to feel like you're gonna barf?”

“Only if you get caught,” Plagg smugly said.

----

It was day two of the new girl, and Sabrina knew Chloé's reaction was nowhere close to the worst.

“I don't see what's so great about some new girl,” Chloé declared, while she checked something she had seen on the Ladyblog.

“Really? Even though she's close with Scarlet Lady?”

“WHAT?!”

Sabrina started the video Alya had published yesterday afternoon.

“Scarlet Lady and I, we're like this!” Lila was saying, crossing her fingers.

“That dirty liar!” Chloé shouted. “Where is that rat?!”

“Looks like she's going to the library,” Sabrina pointed out, seeing Lila dragging a clearly reluctant Adrien.

“Hey! With my Adrikins?!”

“Oops.” That was her cue to leave Chloé to her own devices. “Good luck, Lila.”

----

He didn't even know why he had allowed the new girl to drag him to the school library, only that she was way too insistent and in the end he gave up – if only so he could get free of her sooner. With not much to do until Lila finally got bored, he pulled out the book he had found in his father's safe.

Man, I can't even read this. Wait, can Père even read this? he pondered.

“Hey, what's that?” Lila asked, swiping the book.

“Uh, just some superhero encyclopedia,” he covered. “Can I have it back, please...?”

“Oh, I adore superheroes!” she said.

“O...kay?”

What the hell is wrong with her face?

“What a coincidence, so do I! And everyone else!”

Chloé, as was her wont, jumped at him without a care for what damage she might do, and Adrien had to contain his instinct to swat her as if she were a blood-sucking mosquito.

“Chloé, what are you doing here?” he asked.

“Who cares.” Of course, Chloé never bothered to answer such questions. “Show me your fancy book, Adrikins~! I wanna see the Scarlet page!”

Good Lord, why is Chloé so obsessed with Scar, of all people? He sighed.

“Scarlet Lady, huh...”

“You've got a soft spot for the bug, huh?” Lila asked.

“She's... something else,” he tried to say, only to get drowned out by Chloé.

“Of course he does! Everybody loves Scarlet Lady!”

“You know, I'm really good friends with Scarlet Lady,” Lila said, getting too close.

“Huh?!” He wondered why she thought that was good.

“Liar! You are not friends with Scarlet Lady!” Chloé shrieked.

Where was the librarian when one needed her?

“Hmph. Jealous much?”

While Chloé was left silent by this, his phone rang out, reminding him that he needed to leave to get to his class.

“Look, I gotta go or I'll be late,” he said, grabbing his bag.

“Oh, Adrien!”

“Ah!” Seriously, why did so many girls think it was alright to get too close?!

“I hope we can continue our talk later. Privately. After class? In the park?”

“Ex-cuse you?!”

Seriously, Chloé shouted too much.

“Uh, sure?” He really needed to get away.

“Great!” Lila cheered.

“Adrikins!”

“Chloé, I better not see you there.” He really didn't need her 'help'.

“Grr!” Chloé growled.

“Teehee! Bye bye, Chloé!”

----

Checking the book was a mess. It was written in a completely unintelligible language, meaning that she had no way to understand what it was all about.

But the images were more than enough to get by. Particularly if she wanted to impress Adrien! She just needed to find something that she could reliably pass as something related to a hero.

Then one of the pages revealed a girl wearing something that made her look like a fox, along with a pendant that resembled that animal's tail.

“A fox superheroine... hm, interesting. Now, wasn't there a jewelry shop by the park...?”

Now she just needed to make sure Adrien never realized she purloined his little book, and she's be golden!

----

By the time she left the library, Chloé was shaking in anger. How dare that Italian rat!

“The nerve of that big fat liar!” Claiming to be friends with her? Just to ensnare her Adrikins?!

“Chloé!” Tikki exclaimed. “You absolutely have to get that book!”

“What?”

“The book Adrien and Lila had! You have to go get it!”

The book on superheroes? That reminded her, she hadn't managed to see herself in there!

“So, what you're saying is, I have to spy on her and Adrien?” she asked, not even believing it.

“Yes! Follow them!”

Well, that was a shock.

“Wait, seriously? I mean, I definitely was going to, but...”

Finally, it looked like Tikki was actually getting what was important!

----

“All set,” Adrien said, drying out his sweat as he picked his bag after training. “Now I gotta meet up with Lila.”

“Hey kid,” Plagg replied, his belly full of cheese. “The book's gone.”

“Huh?”

“That new girl took it.”

“She stole my dad's book? Seriously?” She cut into his free time to drag him to the library, took the book from him while he was reading it – without even asking for permission – and now this? He slammed the locker door. “Maybe she really is friends with Scarlet Lady.”

----

“Here, Marinette, Lila's contact information,” Mme. Bustier said, giving her a folder. “You'll need it as class representative.”

“Thank you.” She would need Lila to get her the info so she could coordinate the timetable.

“Also, I couldn't catch Adrien before he went home. Do you mind making sure he gets this packet he missed?”

“Okay! I can stop by his place later!”

She would have to see how he was. Last she'd heard, Lila had dragged him to the library for some reason.

----

“There she is!” Chloé said, looking through her cellphone camera.

“We're too far!” Tikki whispered.

“Okay! Okay!” Chloé replied, ducking closer to the Italian liar – and watching as she threw a book into the trash can. “Oop, there it goes.”

“I'll get it!” Tikki exclaimed, flying for the can just as Adrien arrived, sporting a very unfriendly face.

“Seriously? Gross,” Tikki heard Chloé reply as she entered, but she paid her no mind. Because, as soon as she did, she realized it was the Guardian's Grimoire! Just what Master Fu needed if he wanted to further help the heroes!

“It is the book, Chloé!” she happily exclaimed.

“I'm not touching that,” Chloé replied, and she grumbled.

Figures.

And she began the tough task of dragging the book out.

----

Adrien's BS detector was flaring up like a fireworks spectacle. Knowing that Lila had stolen the book was predisposing him against the girl – and the stuff she was saying was only making it easier to dismiss it.

The only real reason he was still here was because he wanted to get that book back.

“Not only did Scarlet save my life, she became a friend. Because we share a secret!” Lila was saying.

Adrien took that claim with a packet of salt.

Totally suspicious. 'Scarlet'?

“I'm a descendant of a fox hero – Volpina.”

“Volpina?” That wasn't a name he remembered – maybe she had found it in the book. And she produced a necklace that resembled a fox's tail.

“She's one of the greatest heroes! Stronger and more famous than Scarlet Lady.”

Ah yes, more powerful and more famous – which is why no one's heard of her.

“Between us, Scarlet Lady isn't all that great.”

No shit.

----

“Okay, that's it!” Chloé growled, roughly snatching Tikki.

“Chloé, the bo–” Tikki tried to say, but Chloé was beyond listening to anyone other than her own ego.

----

Time to cut this out, he thought.

“You know, Lila. I find it interesting you'd divulge this 'secret' to me after I noticed my book was missing. Isn't that interesting?”

Yeah, Lila realized that she had made a serious miscalculation.

“But even if I didn't notice, I knew right away that you were lying. Do you know how I know?”

Yeah, Lila realized that she had made a serious mistake.

“Because Scarlet Lady would never go out of her way to save anyone!” he shouted, finally letting out his anger at her attempt to deceive him, and hopefully making her finally confess what the hell she did with his book.

“Well, well, well! If it isn't the little liar herself!”

He closed his eyes and palmed his face. And, of course, to round up the carnival of suck, she appeared.

“Dammit, we said her name too many times,” he said. Now he just needed to know how to un-summon her.

Scar, for once, didn't try to do her usual shtick whenever he was around as Adrien, and instead went over to Lila.

“You think you can just go around claiming to be my best friend?!”

Lila was clearly shaking in shock, and Scar's very unfriendly face wasn't making it easier for her.

“You reek of desperation, you pathetic loser!” Scar shouted, tangling Lila with her yo-yo. “But don't worry~”

And she tossed her, spinning, towards the fountain.

“I can wash that off for you!”

“AHHHHH!!” Lila screamed, spinning with no way to stop, until she splashed into the water.

“Hope that helps!” Scar said, laughing like a mad woman.

----

She had only wanted to say a few lies to impress the cutest boy in the class!

Why had Scarlet Lady taken so much offense from her saying they were friends?!

Why had she tossed her into a fountain while they were in the middle of winter?!?!

What had she done to deserve this?!

“What the $#@% was that?!” she heard Adrien shout at Scarlet Lady.

“Ugh.” Seriously, the water felt so.. grimy, for some reason. Either someone was skimping on the cleaning, or they just hadn't come around–

“Lila?”

When she heard the voice, she looked up, and she saw her classmates...

… who had seen Scarlet Lady humiliate her...

… who now knew that she was a liar...

… who she couldn't...

She felt the tears coming up her eyes. She had had bad days...

… but this was the worst.

She jumped out of the fountain and ran.

“How could you?!”

“Lila, wait!” she heard one of the girls say, but she couldn't stop.

----

“Are you quite proud?!” Adrien yelled at Scarlet Lady.

“Yeah, uh, Scarlet Lady? What was that about?” Alya asked.

“Uhhh... O-obviously it's incredibly foolish to lie about being my BFF!” she replied, and for everyone it felt like she was trying to come up with an excuse. “Hawkmoth could target her to get to me! Honestly, it's for her own good that I publicly expose her so he knows it's not true!”

“I... guess that makes sense,” Alya concluded, but she was of two minds. Protecting her was one thing. But what Scarlet Lady had just done was something else entirely.

“Now, Adrien my darling, you can thank me for saving you by–”

Fortunately, Adrien had seen enough and had had the sense to start dashing away the moment Scarlet Lady wasn't looking.

“Oh, I guess he's busy,” she obliviously commented.

----

As Scarlet Lady left, everyone dispersed to return to their own homes. Marinette was going to do the same, but then her eyes stopped by something on the ground, near the bin.

“Huh...? What's this book...?”

Opening it with care – because it seemed quite the old book – she passed the pages, and was assaulted by images of people wearing impressive costumes, of animals floating next to them, and of objects. Everything in a strange language she didn't know.

But the contents were obvious.

“Whoa, superheroes?! A cat, a fox, a bee...” she could recognize Plagg in one of the drawings. “And a ladybug! She looks nothing like Scarlet Lady. So there is hope.”

----

He had to be honest.

He didn't expect this would actually happen.

Then again, he had met Scarlet Lady, so perhaps he should have expected it.

Her casual dismissal of the boy he had turned into Copycat was somewhat bad, but this rankled of abject cruelty.

Not that he cared much. As long as the girl was willing to take Scarlet Lady down a peg or twenty, he didn't care.

“Volpina, I am Hawkmoth. I'm giving you the power of illusion.” And wasn't that a kicker, giving her the same power as the Miraculous she had claimed to possess. “From now on, your lies will come to life! Make all of Paris believe you are a super-heroine!”

“Shouldn't be hard given the abysmal example they have go off of!”

Scarlet Lady had really dug her own grave with this one.

“Oh, I'm going to like you.”

This would be fun to see.

----

“What in the–?!” he let out, seeing a meteorite falling from the sky into Paris.

Gotta transform!

As he called Plagg to him, suddenly another figure jumped in front of the meteorite and–

“HYAH!”

– hit it back?

“Wha–? Who?!”

The figure turned around, and was revealed to be a girl wearing something that made her resemble a kitsune girl from the anime he watched.

“I am Volpina!” the girl declared. “The only superheroine Paris needs!”

He swore he heard people cheering on her, but he didn't care.

Oh God, there's two of them. Another ego-maniac to make my job hard, he mentally cried out.

“The %$#@ did she say?!”

Chat Noir nearly cried. Why was the world so unfair?!

The girl landed right next to them, and the first thing she did was to talk to him.

“Nice to meet you, Chat Noir! I like your suit~”

Great, another one of those.

“Uh, thanks?”

“HEY!” Scar shouted, forcing the newcomer to turn around. “What are you trying to pull with that 'only heroine Paris needs' crap, fox face?!”

Volpina didn't seem to care much for Scar, because she looked away and pointed in another direction.

“Hey, look, it's Hawkmoth.”

“Like I'm falling for that!”

In spite of himself, he looked in the direction she was pointing at and –

“Holy #$%@ it's Hawkmoth!” he exclaimed.

“WHAT?!”

“I mean, I think so. We don't actually know what he looks like, so...”

As he got ready to jump the guy, he encountered yet another problem: Volpina thought she could give orders.

“Scarlet, go left, Chat, go right! I'll go from behind,” she said.

'Chat'?

“'Scarlet'?! I give the orders, not you!”

Totally suspicious.

Hawkmoth had never shown his face in months. Even the one time they interacted with the guy, he spoke through a cloud of butterflies. Why would he show his face right now? Or at all?

“Do you want him to get away?! We have to work together!”

“As if I'd align myself with such a tacky looking person! Chat Noir is bad enough!”

Alright, that did it. Scar was bad enough. Scar and Volpina would give him a headache.

“Welp, I leave this in your capable hands, ladies,” he said, dropping from the roof they had perched on.

“HEY!” he head Scar shout, but he was fed up. He returned home and detransformed.

“You really left 'em, huh?” Plagg asked

“Oh, c'mon. Volpina is obviously Lila and that Hawkmoth is obviously a trap!” he said, stretching a bit as he placed him on the couch. “I'm too tired, let them deal with it.”

His phone chimed, and he quickly checked on it, looking at the list of recent calls.

“Oh! I missed a call from Marinette! I'll call her back.”

Pressing on the call icon for Marinette, it was only a tone later that she picked up.

“Hey, Marinette! Sorry I missed your call.”

“Don't worry, I guess you were busy with something. Look, Mme. Bustier gave me your work. I was going to show you at the park, but you left before I could ask. I'm here at your house's gate.”

“The work I missed? Sure, I'll buzz you in!”

“Thanks! Also, I found this thing at the park that I think you're going to love!”

“Huh? Something you found at the park? Now I'm curious!”

----

The stupid alley cat had left, which was bad, but at least she wouldn't have to deal with his incompetence. Now, she just had to get rid of the fake.

Who was laughing at her.

“Wow, even your own partner can't stand you.”

“The feeling's mutual!” she shouted at her.

“Well, at least I can drop the act.” Suddenly, a purple outline covered the fake's face, and the sky around her was covered in missiles of all sizes. “Let's discuss you handing over your Miraculous.”

Maybe she shouldn't have dismissed the alley cat so soon. At least, he was good enough to soak up work like this.

“What?”

“Everyone thinks I'm a true hero, and soon I'll expose you for the fake hero you are!” the fake crowed.

“'Fake'?! That's rich coming from you!”

“Give me your Miraculous or I'll collapse that building!” the fake shouted, with some of the missiles turning to it.

She just shrugged. She didn't see why she should care.

“So?”

“What?!”

She actually seemed surprised.

“I'll just bring it and everyone inside back when I win. No big deal.”

“You really are a villain!” the fake said, and she threw the yo-yo at her, grabbing her by the waist – until all the missiles and even her vanished in a cloud of dust.

“Ha! Her power would be super lying! I have to protect Adrichou from her!”

One good thing about being transformed – she didn't have to deal with a dumb bug that didn't realize her Adrikins worshipped her!

----

The moment Marinette came, he ushered her to his room, eager to learn more about her discovery – after she handed him the work, that is.

“So, what's this thing you found?”

“It's a hero book, check it out!”

And she produced a very familiar book.

“Wha–?! This is my dad's book!”

“What? Really?”

“I thought Lila took it! Where'd you find it?!”

“In the park, by the trash can.”

“She threw it away?!” He had been there! She couldn't even bother to return it?!

“Adrien~”

Oh, look, just who he needed to vent to.

“YOU.”

“Akuma?!” Marinette asked, shocked. He immediately stood between Lila and Marinette.

“Adrien, who's this girl?” Lila asked, growling.

“None of your business, Lila!” he shouted back.

“'Lila?'” Marinette asked.

“I-It's Volpina, actually! I came to prove I'm not a liar! I am a superhero! Scarlet Lady is just jealous of me.” And she put yet again the same face as before. “But this time she won't ruin our date!”

ALERT ALERT ALERT ABORT ABORT SILENCE

“IT ABSOLUTELY WAS NOT A DATE!” he shouted. Why the hell was Lila saying this stuff in front of Marinette?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

“Caught you, Super Liar–!”

And, of course, the one that was missing had to make an appearance.

“Dupain-Cheng?! Why are you always where you aren't wanted?!” Scar shouted, completely unaware of the fact that the only one he wanted there was Marinette.

“I could say the same to you,” Marinette replied, clearly being more aware of reality than Scar.

“Wait, you hate Scarlet Lady too?” Lila asked, surprised.

“I mean, she's the worst, you know?” Marinette pointed out. Lila replied by picking her hands and actually using her power to spread sparkles in the air, a situation both him and Marinette found rather uncomfortable. “I'm not helping you. I hate Hawkmoth more.”

Great. Now he had to cut his talk with Marinette short so he could deal with the situation.

“IF EVERYONE COULD LEAVE, THAT'D BE GREAT! I'll text you later, Marinette,” he promised.

“Okay~” that wonderful girl replied, and he hoped he'd be able to have one long conversation where he cleared things up with her.

Meanwhile, the other two just took up fighting with each other.

“Adrien, wait!”

“He said get lost, fox face!”

“He meant you, bug face!”

He closed the door, and was rewarded with silence.

“I hope I didn't offend Marinette,” he said.

“Just tell her it's one of your 'stress showers',” Plagg replied with a snicker.

“Ha, ha,” he mirthlessly laughed, and Plagg kept grinning like the cat he was. “Let's go take out the trash. Claws Out!”

----

In spite of Adrien's demands, the two idiots kept pushing each other around, so for Marinette it was a relief that her Chat Noir finally showed up to fight the Akuma.

“Nowhere to run, Volpina!” Chat Noir shouted, readying his staff.

“That's what you think!” Volpina replied, putting her flute to her lips and playing it.

Suddenly, the room was full of clones of Volpina.

“Catch me if you can!” the Volpinas said at the same time. For a moment, she was shocked, but then she swung her backpack at the nearest Volpina and realized it was falser than Scarlet Lady's integrity.

“They're just illusions! Watch your backs!” she said, batting clone after clone and making them vanish.

“HEY! She took my Adrien!” Scarlet Lady exclaimed, pointing at the terrace, where Volpina seemed to have taken a hold of Adrien and was ready to kidnap him.

“Oh no, Adrien!” she exclaimed.

“Oh, c'mon!” Chat Noir exclaimed, although him... he sounded more like he was exasperated.

The Akuma took off, followed by her favorite hero and the polka-dotted millstone, leaving her alone in the room.

I should return home, she thought, leaving the room and hoping Chat Noir would solve the situation.

“Mlle. Dupain-Cheng, where is Adrien?” Mme. Sancouer asked. “I have something urgent to discuss with him.”

“You'll have to ask the Akuma that just abducted him,” she replied.

----

For some reason, Akumas had some fixation for the Eiffel Tower, and Volpina had dragged 'Adrien' there. Chat Noir supposed Hawkmoth just liked the attention it brought.

Climbing up, Volpina held onto one of the platforms with one hand and 'Adrien' from the other.

“Give me your Miraculous or else!” she yelled, threatening to drop the illusion.

“Do it.”

“Gawd, what is wrong with you?!”

“I'll just catch him or bring him back with the Miraculous Cure!” And then Scar actually fucking cried. “My Prince will surely forgive my sacrifice for the sake of the greater good!”

He gave a very serious thought to revisiting that idea of grabbing the yo-yo off that bitch's hands and throttle her with it. She actually thought he would forgive her leaving him to die?!?!?!

However, he kept tight. The Akuma remained the first priority, loathe as he was to hold back from kicking Scar's ass from here to Marseille.

Instead, he tossed his staff at the illusion, blowing it with a poof!

“Ah! Adrien!”

And she actually thought it was the real him!

Calm down, Chat Noir, you can't murder her and claim you were just wiping a bug.

While Volpina tried to do the clone illusion trick again, he just glared at Scar hard enough that maybe, just maybe, she might drop dead of her own accord.

She either didn't care or was immune, because she summoned the Lucky Charm – a fudge ice cream bar. Which she opened, tossing the ice cream at him while she spread the wrapper.

“This Lucky Charm is stupid, but at least I can work on my tan,” she declared.

The sun reflected on the wrapper, and suddenly one of the Volpinas her eyes, dazzled by the shine.

“There!" Chat Noir said: for once, Scar's bumbling actually did something good! “Cataclysm!”

Part of the Tower collapsed, and Volpina fell with it, getting trapped between several bars in the process and leaving her easy prey.

“End of the road, fox face!” Scar exclaimed, causing Volpina to give a wordless yell of anger.

He could commiserate with her as he destroyed the necklace. Losing to Scar, of all people, had to sting.

Once the Miraculous Cure was cast, and everything was restored to normality, he and Scar were alone with Lila.

“You're unbelievable, you know that?!” Scar yelled at Lila, who was now trying to understand what had happened.

“What?!”

“Attacking my Adrien and prancing around pretending to be a hero! Pathetic!”

Hypocrite, he thought.

“Like you're one to talk! If anyone's a fake hero, it's you!” Lila grabbed the repaired fox-tail necklace from his hand. “You don't have to worry about me pretending to be your friend, because I hate your guts! ARRIVEDERCI, WEIRDO!”

Lila left them... and he knew there was a little problem: they were at a high platform in the Tower.

How does she plan on getting down?

----

He had just finished his shower when he heard someone knocking on the window.

Scar. Throwing him a kiss.

Ew. No.

Finally, the security system would come in handy!

He grabbed the remote – and slammed the inch-thick stainless steel curtain right in front of her face.

And it was. So. Satisfying!

Enough that he found it in himself to finally curl up with the book and try to make a sense out of it.

“I still don't understand why my Dad has a book he can't even read,” he said, as he checked the figure of a man that kinda looked like Genghis Khan wearing an outfit based on butterflies.

“Then... let's bring it to someone who can,” Plagg declared, smirking.

“Huh?”

----

Sneaking out of the house was getting easier – it was just a matter of knowing which corridors to use to avoid Nathalie, the Gorilla or any of the service.

Going through Paris was a bit weirder, since they were using the backstreets, but at least it was close by.

And Plagg led him to what was announced as some sort of masseur parlor.

What kind of masseur knows how to read this book on the Miraculous? Adrien thought, knocking on the door.

“Come in,” a man said, and he entered.

He found a Chinese man, wearing shirt, vest and loose trousers, sitting with his legs crossed on the floor – a man that tickled something in the back of his mind, but he wasn't sure what.

“Hello, Chat Noir,” the man said, smiling.

“... 'and nice to see you too, Plagg!'” Plagg replied, sarcastically.

----

The Collector

@zoe-oneesama Hawkmoth's power is naught but an illusion - one that will be dispelled.

So, we've got Lila here... and it certainly did go apeshit. At least, Adrien's finally meeting Master Fu! (Even if we all know it's going to be a bit too tense in the beginning)

Next stop, Trazyn the In-- err, Gabriel's own Akuma!

#scarlet lady #scarlet lady is better than canon #milarqui #scarlet lady the novel #fanfiction #long post #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #lila rossi #volpina

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Mini Fanfic #1069: Poker Night (King of Fighters)

10:45 p.m. at Casino Palace......

Ramon: (Groans in Defeat with Cards in his Hands) Maldita sea, Krohnen, how have you beaten me this time!? I have four Kings in my hand!

Krohnen: Which is cool and all. (Crosses his Arms With a Smirk on his Face) But everyone knows that an Ace trumps any Kings or Queens you have in your disposal.

Ramon: (Rolls his Eyes in Annoyance) Sure it does. (Starts Grumbling in Spanish)

Krohnen: Hey, don't sit here and get at pissy me, casanova. Blame your predictable strategic skills for screwing you over. (Points at his Girlfriend Sitting Beside Him) And Angel for teaching me how to get good at Black Jack.

Angel: (Immediately Pouts at Krohnen) Krohnen! Stop dragging into your mischief.

Krohnen: (Shrugs) Just speaking the truth here, babe. I have gotten a lot better at the game thanks to you.

Angel: And I'm very proud of you for it. (Kiss Krohnen on the Cheek Before Crossing her Arms Together) But my point still stands here.

Antonov: Can I please get something more decent than a pair of twos? I'm running low on chips here!

Angel: Anty, you can't keep throwing your chips in every time you want a new hand.

Antonov: Yeah, but....who knows!? (Starts Twiddling his Fingers Bashfully) I'll might get lucky this time around....(Starts Pouting at Krohnen) Unless your Cookie over there manage to take it from me.

Ramon: He's gonna run all of us dry at this rate....

Krohnen: I can't help that lady luck is on my side tonight.

?????: Luck is a very lovely mistress indeed.

The gang turns around and sees an old, well dressed gentleman making his way towards their table.

?????: But she can only led you so far, if you're willing to put your intelligence to the test that is.

Krohnen: Uhh.... (Raises an Eyebrow at the Suited Man) Do we know you or.....

Antonov: Say.....Aren't you that Oswald fellow? The guy who fights with decks of cards in his hands?

Oswald: (Politely Tips his Hat Off Towards the Gang with a Smile on his Face) That, I am, my good sir. And you, lady and gentlemen, are just the group of people I want to see this evening. You see, I would like to challenge each of you in a simple game of Black Jack.

Angel: Oooooh~ A new challenger approaches?~ What's in it for us?

Oswald: Nothing too complicated I assure you. If one of you I'd able to beat me, then I will be glady to reward you $10,000.00 in cash. Lose and....well, it pains me to say this, but....(Gives Antonov a Bit of a Sinister Look in hus Eyes) I'm afraid I'll have to assassinate your former King of Fighters' Champion from where he stands.

The Gang: WHAT!?

Antonov: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock and Fear) B-B-But why me!? I didn't do anything to you!.....Have I?

Oswald: Oh no, you haven't done anything of the sorts, at least from what I'm aware of. It just so happens that my recent client....(Turns Around and Sees a Hooded Young Man Hiding Behind One of the Casino Machines Before Turning Back to the Group) Who shall no be named, has paid me to take you out, says that he find your existence bothersome in his eyes.

The former KOF champ whimpers in sadness as Angel gently rubs his back.

Krohnen: So you're making play a card game to save Antonov's life? (Transform his Robotic Arm into a Mini Drill) How about we cut the case and start kicking your suit wearing ass instead?

Oswald: You're welcome to try, scoundrel. But I'd rather we don't settle this in an all out brawl, especially in such a beautiful night like this.

Krohnen: (Rolls his Eyes) Seems like a boring ass night to me. (Grits his Teeth at Oswald) And the name's Krohnen....

Antonov: Now Krohnen, my boy, there's no need for you to get upset. (Smiles Reassuringly and Very Nervously) How about we give another round of Black Jack a chance here, yeah?

Ramon/Angel: (Quickly Nodding Their Heads in Agreement)

Krohnen: (Turns to Antonov and Rest of Their Crew) You.... do realize that we're gambling on your life here, right?

Antonov: True, but there's still a 50/50 chance for one of us winning!....Hopefully!

Ramon: We have the chance to safe our boss' life AND win the moolah he promised to give us. It's a win-win for all of us!

Angel: And we'll figure a way to get out this as soon as everything starts going south. Just trust us on this, Cookie.

Angel/Ramon/Antonov: (Gives Krohnen a Triple Puppy Dog Eyes) PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!?

Krohnen: (Stares at the Trio For a Few Seconds Before Sighing in Defeat) Alright, fine. We'll accept your challenge. (Points at Oswald While Glaring at Him) You better hold up your end of the bargain, four-eyes.

Oswald: I will. In the meantime .....(Takes Out a Deck of Cards Out From his Sleeves and Begins to Do Some Nifty Cards Tricks as He Makes his Way Behind the Group's Table With a Grin on his Face) Shall we get started then?

Angel: Wait! Before we do anything, everyone get up!

Krohnen: O....kay? (Gets Up From his Seat Along With the Others) What now?

Angel: (Grabs her Chin While Thinking) Hmmmmmmmm......Okay. (Points Out the Assigned Seats) Krohnenny, you sit here, Ramon, over there, Anty, over there, and I'll sit here.

Ramon: (Raises an Eyebrow at Angel) Is...this suppose to better our chances of winning in anyway?

Angel: (Smiles Brightly) Yep-Yep!~ Totally!~ (Smiles Sheepishly) Or....at least I hope it does......

Krohnen: ('Sighs') Here's hoping for a random miracle I guess.....(Takes a Seat He Was Assigned to Along With the Others)

Oswald: Now, I do hope we all remember the rules of this game. (Places Two Cards on Each Side of the Table) The dealer, such as myself, will not be showing his card and must stay 17 or higher at the start.

Krohnen: Sounds about right

Angel: Yep!~

Ramon: That's the rules.

Antonov: ('Nervous Gulp') W-We're ready when you are.....

Oswald: Great. Let us begin. (Turns to Antonov) Now, what would you like to do first, my good man?

Antonov: Hit me.

Oswald: You....sure you want to do that this early in the game?

Antonov: Crazy move on my part, but....(Smiles Sheepishly) w-who knows!? I'm sure the card you give me won't be too terribl-

Antonov receives 8 Clovers with a Queen and 7 Hearts in his Hand.

Antonov: (Eyes Widened andTwitches in Silent at his Cards in Front of Him For a Few Seconds Before Smiling Again) Welp! (Pulls Out a Notepad From Out his Coat Pocket) Time to write out my last will and testament! (Tears Start Falling Down From his Eyes) ('Sniff') In shame.....

Oswald: That....might've been the fastest loss I've ever seen happened in my career in gambling yet.

Ramon: (Shrugs) Luck and Antonov never mixed all that well I'm afraid......

Krohnen: Man's a walking bad luck charm.

Antonov: AHHHHHHHHAHH! (Burst Out Crying Before Burying his Head on the Table)

Angel: (Gently Rubs Antonov's Back Again While Glaring at the Duo) Boys! (Turns Back to her Boss Wity a Reassuring Smile on her Face) Don't worry, Anty. Los chicos and I boy will avenge you before you know it. Really hoping I don't have to eat those words, but that's beside the point!!

Krohnen: Your turn, Ramon.

Ramon: ('Sigh') Si, si....I heard you the second time, amigo...

Oswald: (Turns to Ramon) Would you like another card, sir?

Ramon: (Look at his Cards in Front of Him) With a hand like mines, I'll take as many as I can get. Hit me.

Ramon was given 2 Spades with 4 Diamonds and 3 Clovers in his hands.

Ramon: (Sighs While Facepalming Himself) Oh mi dios maldito.....Is Antonov's bad luck is starting rub off on me all of the sudden now? This is the worse hand I received yet. Hit me.

Ramon now receives a King.

Ramon: (Puts on. A Satisfied Grin) Ah now we're getting somewhere. I'm leaving it as is for now.

Oswald: A wise choice for now, my good man. (Turns to Angel) Now, miss, what would you like to have?

Angel: (Smiles Brightly) No cards for me, thanks!~

Oswald: (Eyes Widened a Tiny Bit in Genuine Surprise) Y....You're serious.

Angel: Yep. Serious as buzzy bee!~

Oswald: I admire you optimistic confidence, but you do realize that you only have fourteen in your deck, right? It'll cost you the game immensely if you continue to refuse the offer.

Angel: I'm aware of the risk, but answer stays the same. Besides, if anything, I'm willing to let my cutie of a novio handle things from here while we wait.

Krohnen: (Slowly Turns his Head to Angel in Surprise) What the fuc- Angel, are you seriously letting me do this shit alone?

Angel: (Happily Nodded) That's right!~ If there's anyone I trust enough to win this, it's you, Cookie~

Krohnen: (Puts on a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Not one of the greatest choices you've made so far really......

Angel: Krohnen!

Krohnen: What? I'm just saying!

Angel: You said you trust us.

Krohnen: I did and I still do! I just...('Sigh') Don't want to screw it up for all of you, alright?

Angel: (Puts on a Soft, Reassuring Smile on her Face) I know the situation we're in, is scary right now, but have a little more faith in yourself, okay? You can do this.

Ramon: (Simply Nodded With a Smile on his Face) She's right, amigo. Despite our chances, we still believe in you 104% give or take.

Antonov weakly gives Krohnen a thumbs up while weeping softly on the table.

Krohnen: ('Sigh') Alright. I'll carry this one for the team....Hopefully. .

Angel: (Smiles Brightly) That's the spirit!~ And to make sure you won't lose confidence, I reward you with some lovely good luck kisses~

Angel blows out three invisible kisses towards Krohnen's viewpoint.

Krohnen: Not sure that it'll do much, but thanks I guess.

Angel: I'll alsk give you very special, private loving making hours in Anty's bedroom tonight if you win~ (Winks at Krohnen)

Antonov: (Immediately Got his Head Up From the Table) Wait what?

Krohnen: Deal.

Antonov: But- What- No! I- WHAT!?

Ramon: (Rolls his Eyes) Guess I won't have any beauty sleep tonight....

Oswald: ('Sigh') Youth and romance.....Such a interesting combination to behold, no?

Krohnen: Yeah, sure, whatever. Are we gonna continue the game here or not?

Oswald: Yes, yes. Apologies for the delay. I do hope you have more sense than your lady friend there.

Angel: Oi!

Krohnen: My girlfriend never has any sense.

Angel: OI!

Krohnen: But since you wanna be a cheeky bastard so badly.....(Separate Two of his Cards From Sode to Side) then I would like to split my hand into two.

Oswald: Interesting choice of events. But there's just one problem with that I'm afraid

Krohnen: What is it?

Oswald: If you plan on splitting your hand, then you must make another bet on the other half of your hand.

Krohnen: Oh, I'm aware. And that's why I'm offering Phoenix, as part of the wager.

Angel: Phoeni- ('GASPS') Krohnen, that's your ride you're betting on!

Ramon: You sure about this, camarada? You seem to really like that bike of yours.

Krohnen: Yeah, but......It's whatever at this point, you know? It's hell of a better option than betting on something more important.

Oswald: Not the possession I would've imagine, but I suppose it'll do for the time being.

Krohnen: You're gonna keep over analyzing over there or are you gonna give me my card already?

Oswald: Not the suspense type of fellow I see....

Krohnen: Not when money and one of our lives are involved.

Oswald: Suit yourself.

Krohnen receives 8 Spades on one side.

Krohnen: Gimme another.

Krohnen then receives 9 Clovers on the same side.

Oswald: (Smirks a Bit) ('Hmph') Well, isn't this a misfortunate turn of events. It seems your luck is starting to dwindle rapidly with only one hand remains.

Krohnen: More than enough to take the win. Now hit me!

Krohnen receives 4 Hearts on top of his 6 Diamonds on the other half of the broken hand.

Oswald: Seems you're not looking too good, my friend. You're down to one final card. I do hope you know this could ultimately decide the fate of your former champion, yes?

Antonov: (Crosses Two of his Fingers in Plead) Please, please, please make this one count. I'm too old to fear for my life right now!

Ramon: Maybe I should've made another hit when I had the chance.......

Krohnen: You think I was born yesterday? I know the risk and I ain't backing down worth a shit.

Oswald: If you insist.....

As tension continues to rise and the gang's (minus Krohnen) concerns begins to show in each of their faces, Oswald gives the blue haired young man hus final card for the night which just so happens to be......

Oswald: (Eyes Begins to Widened Again) What? An Ace?

Ramon: Then. that means.....

Krohnen: (Smirk Starts to Show) I came out with 21 in total. Pressure's on you now, four-eyes.

Antonov: My god.....(Smiles Tearfully) My live is saved......

Angel: I knew you had it in ya, cookie!~

Oswald: I wouldn't start celebrating just yet. I have yet to reveal the second card in my hand.

Krohnen: Then do it already.

Oswald: That's what I'm doing right now, thank you. Youngins these day.....

Oswald turns his other card around revealing itself to be one measly Joker, much to his dismiss.

Oswald: Well. This truly is unfortunate.

Krohnen: (Smirk Grew Wider) Game, set, and match.

Antonov: (Immediately Gets Up From his Seat in Joy) We won! WE FREAKING WOOOOOON!!!~ (Pulls Ramon and Angel into a Heartdy Group Hug)

Ramon: Choke.....Choking me!

Angel: (Giggles Softly) We're happy for ya, gran chico!~

Oswald: (Smiles a Bit) I must admit, Krohnen, your play this evening has colored me impressed. (Sticks his Habd Out a Krohnen for a Proper Handshake) Well done.

Krohnen: (Accepts the Gesture) Thanks. I guess you're really not that much of a dick than I thought. I actually had a fun time in a casino for once.

Oswald: Glad that you did. Now, how about I take each of you out to eat? It'll be my finest of treats.

Angel: $10,000 prize AND free dinner!? This HAS to be the luckiest night our lives, Krohnenny!~

Krohnen: (Grins Victoriously) You damn right it is, babe.

Meanwhile in the Distance.....

Kukuri: (Angrily Throws his Binoculars Down on the Ground) GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING BULLFUCK SHIT!! I can't believe I wasted $100,00 on that crap! I want a refund damnit!

?????: Kukuriiiiiii......

The hooded young man's eyes widens in fear as he slowly turns around to the source of the familiar voice, which just so happens to belong to his master, Dolores.

Dolores: What is this I hear about you planning a assassination on that poor man?

Kukuri: I....I. ca ex-PLAIN!? (Wonces in Pain as He Immediately Gets hus Ear Pulled by his Own Mother)

Dolores: Oh i will make you explain EVERYTHING once we get back to our hotel rooms! Have you lost your goddamn mind, young man? I have had it up to here with you nonsense right now! (Continues Scolding her Son as She Drags Him Out of the Casino with Ease)

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#king of fighters #krohnen mcdougall #angel (kof)#ramon (kof)#antonov #oswald (kof)#kukuri #dolores (kof)#simply game of blackjack #casino night #humor #fluff #friendship #krohnen x angel #edited

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chemblrish · 9 months

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Thank you for your detailed response. I was the one asking for future prospects. You helped me put a lot of things into presctive. Also, you were spot on with the guidance part. I was part of the going with the flow type. I knew I wanted to do research, but I went with what most of my family voted for and said I would be great at. Despite doing great in the degree, I completed it with a lot of malice in my heart, and with struggles in the job market, it grew even harder to be proud of what I had accomplished, part of it was not getting better guidance but mostly not making an effort on my part as well. I never explored what I wanted to do more and seeing your passion and interest in the suject, I will try to look for what I want to do in the future with what I think would be good for me albeit its going to take me time and a lot more effort as you pointed out. Thanks once again for not only responding but also giving a detailed perspective. Sorry for the long reply, though. lol.

Nah, thank you for this follow up ask, it's always nice to know my response isn't totally useless ahaha.

You're not alone in this experience. Again, one of the people in my year was this absolutely brilliant girl who aced all her classes and seemed incredibly hardworking. It was only once I'd quit that degree that I found out through my friend that she actually hated biotech but didn't know what else to do. She'll soon get her master's - in a field she despises.

When I decided to switch majors, I was often told that ahhh I was so brave and ohhh is it really worth it, I'll be in my *gasp* late twenties when I graduate! Shocking! Horrible! Because apparently, many people don't realize you can turn your life around whenever you want to, even if it means your timeline will be different from what is usually expected (spoiler: that isn't a bad thing).

So, kudos to you for making this decision! I know it's never an easy one. I hope you have people in your life who will support you through all this and I hope you won't get discouraged too easily. Good luck in all your future endeavors, I'm crossing my fingers for you! <3

#inbox

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hellsbellschime · 9 months

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So I know mentioned that I have weirdly bad luck a few days ago, and although this happened on Sunday and I just didn't have the energy to chronicle it until now, it is such a hilariously on-point example that I'm a Murphy's law magnet that I can't not share.

So, I went to Las Vegas with my cousin last week and generally had a good time, aside from the fact that I'm pretty sure I broke a bone in my foot and/or toe the day he arrived in California to hang before we left, which obviously made traveling in general or doing a lot of fun shit way more difficult (and I'm finally going to go see a doctor about it tomorrow or Thursday so fingers crossed they don't tell me anything terrible).

Sunday was the day I left, and because I have a Priority Pass I left the hotel at like 4:30am so I could go grab a free breakfast at the airport lounge before I go. I get there, do this automated ordering thing, get a confirmation number and everything, and it says that it should be ready in 15 minutes or less. Because I'm dumb and don't recall that everything that can go wrong for me will go wrong, I don't note when I made the order, and eventually realize it has been 30 minutes at least and it's basically time for me to go. I track down an employee and ask WTF, and they're like oh yeah we got no order and we can't give you anything to go, sorry. Which already had me annoyed, but whatever, it's a flight from Las Vegas to Los Angeles, it's 7am and it'd be bizarre if I wasn't home by 10am.

So I get on the plane, fly home, everything seems to be fine. I arrive, text my mom that I've landed, go down and collect my luggage, and wait. And wait. And wait and wait. Eventually calling her like 10 times during that hour to see what the eff is going on.

After waiting in the terminal for about an hour, I decide to go start looking for her, as I'm guessing she must have forgotten her phone, and to be fair, I did tell her that it would be one of two terminals that I would land in. So I walk to the other terminal, no dice. I know she'll be driving my new EV, so I think hey, maybe I should check out the EV parking areas to see if she's even here. I do that, no dice. I do a few laps in the airport again, still no luck. All of this on an injured effing foot mind you.

By the time I have gone through all this rigmarole, it has legitimately killed another hour of waiting (LAX is fucking huge if you didn't know). At this point I am legitimately starting to get concerned, and I think hey, my car is brand new and all tech-equipped, maybe I can do something with that and at least see if the car is parked at my house, at the airport, or en route somewhere else.

So although I hadn't signed up for the service yet because my car is legit brand new, I text OnStar to see if there is any assistance they can give me. They eventually tell me to get on a call and I do, and because I haven't actually signed up for anything they ask me a series of questions to figure out how they can track down my shit. They ultimately ask me for my VIN which I surprisingly do have because I at least signed up for the Chevy app on my phone, and they're like oh this VIN (on my brand new car that has been owned by no one else mind you) has a registered OnStar account to some guy name Frank who I've never heard of in my life. I'm like okay, maybe the zero in my VIN number is actually an O, so they try that and are like nope there's nothing here it's definitely the Frank account or whatnot, but we can't help you either way.

But thankfully, they at least offer to transfer me to someone who works at Chevy to see if they can do something about it as well. They ping me over to them and we essentially go through the exact same process again, down to them telling me that some dude named Frank has an account under my VIN and that ultimately there is nothing that they can do. They're basically like, eh, call the cops or you're SOL.

At this point another hour plus has gone by and my concern and frustration is through the roof, and I'm basically like well I could call the cops, but if I know my mom, she's just blowing me off or screwed something up rather than it being an emergency. So I decide that I should find a way home by myself, and I better figure it out fast because my phone battery is now at like 20%. Lyft, Uber, and cabs were too much, but there is an express bus from LAX to Union Station that runs often and it's sorta in the direction of my house, so I download that app, buy a one way ticket, and wait for the bus to show up.

In case it wasn't obvious, I have also been incessantly calling my mom this entire time, but once I have bought my ticket and am waiting, despite the fact that I have called 30+ times to no avail and I landed at 8 and it is now 10 to noon, she FINALLY picks up the phone, very clearly just waking up from sleep. Unsurprisingly I am a tsunami of rage and basically say okay cool, glad you're okay, already figured out how to get home, gotta go, don't want to deal with your shit at the moment.

So I take the bus to Union Station and then take the metro rail toward my house (which sidenote, 10/10 recommend LA metro rail, even if the train isn't the cleanest holy shit the views were actually spectacular, it was super fast, and I legit regretted never having taken the train in the city before then). The station in my town is like 2 miles from my house, I ask my mom to pick me up, she says yes, and once again I'm sitting outside at 1pm in 100+ degree heat, waiting with very little shade. After waiting for like 20 minutes I'm like hey, do I want to sit here waiting forever again or should I start walking? So I start walking home with luggage in tow, and tell her that I'm starting to walk home so if she finds me she finds me and if not I'll be there when I get there.

I, no joke, make it 1.6 out of the 2 miles before she actually arrives. I tell her to GTFO of the driver's seat so I can drive home and immediately start charging my now nearly-dead phone, I hop in, and immediately see that the battery gauge on the car is flashing on "low" and the battery is low enough that it is minimizing the actual propulsion of the car. Thankfully we are right next to the DC fast charging stations near my house, so I immediately turn into the parking lot. Not so thankfully but entirely as usual, there are three cars in line waiting before me. I tell my mom to once again GTFO and go into the nearby mall so I can wait, and because the battery is so low, I lower all of the windows and turn the car off, once again waiting in 100+ degree heat.

It takes 20-25 minutes for me to get to the front of the line, and because Electrify America charging stations are garbage, I get the actual charger to connect to my car but the card reader is not working. I call EA assistance to pay on my almost dead phone, and as I am giving her my card info, the call starts breaking up hardcore. It disconnects, but thankfully the agent calls me back and finishes the transaction so the car can start charging the battery that now literally has 3% power and I can also start charging my phone.

At this point I am so hot and sweaty that my hair is literally wet, and I'm like A. I'm dying and B. I actually probably need to rehydrate for my own safety, so I go into the mall and get a large Honeydew smoothie and large watermelon slush to bring myself back to life. I go back to the car because at this point I am beyond exhausted, my foot is killing, and I am dying to go home because I have been up since 4:30am and expected to be home 7 hours earlier, so once the car is just half charged I finally bail.

I go home, pass tf out, and wake up a few hours later with sunburns on both of my forearms.

So, if you were ever wondering what I meant when I said that I have genuinely weirdly, bizarrely bad luck, now you know.

#real life woes

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telling each other how proud they are of them + PeterPatterLina? Please and thank you~!

When Luke dropped out of school and ran away to squat in the band's studio, none of his friends said anything. It was a pointless circular argument that always ended badly. Until Reggie gave one last compelling plea.

"Dude, managers won't take us seriously if you don't at least have your GED. Rock and roll lifestyle is well and good, but without a diploma, you're just some punk kid. So do night classes, or whatever you need, and we'll help you. But you need to finish school."

Luke grumbled and complained, but he let Alex help him sign up for classes, the three of them tutoring one another so that they could do their Orpheum showcase as graduates.

It was hard, horrible work, and Luke almost quit half a dozen times, but his boys kept on him to do this, and at least he wasn't trapped in their school with them eight hours a day. Finally he did it, he got his GED and was considered a high school graduate.

Sure, Luke wouldn't be crossing the stage with his boys, but he still had the piece of paper saying he could have.

"Proud of you babe," Reggie said, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek. "Now, Orpheum and stardom, here we come!"

Julie let her fingers drift over the piano keys, their touch familair and comforting but painful at the same time. The sheet music was sitting their, her mother's scrawling script laying out before her. The last gift that Rose Molina ever gave her daughter. One Julie couldn't bear to play up until now.

The first notes were tentative, halting, and Julie had to stop several times as her fingers shook. The piano was somehow still in tune, her skill was still there, she just to play. Shaking herself out, regulating her breathing, Julie started again.

The words flowed out from her, as if pulled from her very spirit. Singing a celebration of her mother's love and belief in her, a goodbye to the life she was leaving behind. Julie felt lighter for singing it, even as the tears flowed down her cheeks.

Later, after confronting the ghosts in her room, Julie held herself tight, not realizing that anyone had heard her sing. Sure, she had gone to school intending for her whole class to hear her, but it wouldn't have been her mom's song. That was private, something for her. A little bit of strength when she didn't feel she had any. Then she heard a soft noise, and turning she saw Luke poking his head through her door, biting off a smile. "I know, I know boundaries. But...even if it doesn't mean much coming from me, I'm proud of you for singing again."

Julie murmured a quiet thanks, biting back a smile as Luke nodded and vanished from view. Not realizing that his words meant more to Julie than he knew.

With that, Julie wondered if maybe her punk rock ghosts might have an idea about getting her spot back, no matter what Ms. Harrison said, and resolved to ask... maybe after she made herself a snack.

Reggie hummed as he tapped away at Carlos' computer, hoping that tis time, his investigation wouldn't be fruitless. Carlos had taught him how to use the Facebook thing, so he figured that would be the best place to look.

Evelynn Peters he entered. Tons of results, and he scrolled through them. Lots of women, but none of them were his mom. Sure she would be twenty five years older, but he would know her face anywhere. No luck. Maybe his parents had finally divorced and she was going by her maiden name? But none of the Evelynn Cassidy results were her either.

He was just about to try and find his father when Julie came up behind him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Hey carino, whatcha doing?"

Reggie quickly slammed the laptop shut, turning to her. "Oh, just looking up some new music." She shot him a disbelieving look. "Hey, I asked Carlos' permission first this time!"

Julie looped her arms around his neck. "Oh I know, and I'm so glad that at least one of my boyfriends gets along with my brother."

"You know he loves Luke. He just loves riling him up even more," Reggie replied, arms winding around her waist. He looked into her expectant eyes and sighed. "I was trying to find my parents."

"O-oh," Julie whispered. "Why?"

"Well Luke got his back, and it made them all so happy. Alex doesn't care what happened to his, but at least he has Olivia in his life now. But I-I have nobody."

"That's not true," came Luke's voice from the doorway. "Babe, you know you're our family. Always have been, even before we started dating."

"And if we weren't my dad would have probably adopted you by now," Julie added.

"I know," Reggie admitted. "But I still want to find them. At least my mom. Tell her I'm... alive again? Make sure she's okay."

"We can do that. Just... if we can't..." Julie stalled.

"Then I am okay with the amazing family I have right here," Reggie finished for her.

"Proud of you carino," Julie said, sliding into his lap. "Now, let's see if I can find my other future mother-in-law."

Reggie meeped and blushed as Luke grinned and slumped against his back, the three of them all together, fingers crossed that Julie could find them some answers.

But Reggie knew, even if she didn't, he would be okay. He had all he needed here in his arms.

But it was still nice to give his mom a hug for the first time in twenty five years a few weeks later.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rukebox #peterpatterlina #julie and the phantoms

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munsons-maiden · 2 years

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Hey Kiki, can you help me, please??

First of all, I'm Ana and I am a big fan of you're writing!! I'm here to ask you're help and you're followers as well!!

There is going to be an Iron Maiden' show near my city (I live in Brazil) and I'm a huge fan as our beloved Eddie!!

There is a promo going on on an Instagram account to win a pair of the show ticket and I'm participating because I wanna win and most of all beacause I wanna take a picture as Eddie, saying "THIS IS MUSIC" during the show 🤘

To win I have to have a lot of likes on my comment, so now I'm asking you if you could like my comment and share this message with you're followers to them help me realize my biggest dream 🥺❤️

As I said, I'm from Brazil, so my first language is Portuguese, sorry if I wrote something wrong!

This is the post: https://www.instagram.com/p/Chp35VdpJA-/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

And this is my IG: ana.polez (to like my comment)

With love,

Ana

Let's help a fellow Eddie stan, lovelies! Here's the link, and it would be kind of you to help and signal boost this. Thank you so much!🖤

And good luck, Ana! I'm keeping my fingers crossed🖤

#kiki answers #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #stranger things

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timeoverload · 2 months

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I think that today was much better than yesterday. I got to work and got my stuff set up and then I got the privilege to sit on my ass and do nothing for an hour. I enjoyed that.

Most of my cases didn't start until 8 but there was an emergency add-on at 6:30 this morning. It took them a long time to get that one done and it looked really bad because the person had gotten injured somehow. They were originally planning on doing the case last night but they didn't have the staff and we were already there late. I really hope that person is ok and they are able to see again soon.

I didn't get too overwhelmed today and everything ran smoothly. I got to leave on time so that was was nice. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood and I was laughing a lot.

I only had one bad thing happen to me. I broke my phone earlier. It fell out of my pocket while I was dispatching my pans and now I can't use the touch screen with my fingers. I'm lucky that I have a stylus and that still works so I'm not without a phone. It's still inconvenient to have to use that all the time so I'm going to have to get a new one. I'm bummed because I love my phone and I have had it for years. It still works great otherwise and hasn't slowed down at all. It's crazy that I dropped it down 2 flights of stairs onto concrete before and it didn't break. When I dropped it earlier, it fell less than a foot but it already had a small crack in it so I'm not surprised that it finally broke. It has a cheap case on it so I'm sure that didn't help. I am planning on getting something similar because I have had good luck with this one. I am too tired to look at phones right now but I think I already know what I'm going to get next.

I really wanted to stop at the store when I got off work until I stepped outside. I didn't realize how windy it was. The wind definitely doesn't make it any easier to get around because I'm already wobbly and don't weigh that much. I almost tipped over when I was crossing the parking lot. I decided to come home because I didn't want to be outside more than I had to be. It's too cold and I haven't been able to warm up since I came inside. My room isn't even cold and I'm wearing warm clothes but my fingers and toes feel like ice cubes.

I am so tired and I think I only got about 4 hours of sleep. I woke up earlier than I wanted to and that's because I had another acid reflux induced asthma attack. It happened because I ate right before I went to bed. Usually if I prop myself up with pillows I can prevent it from happening but I wanted to lay on my side last night. I regret doing that. I'm glad that's not something that happens all the time because it sucks. I don't have an inhaler but I'm starting to think I should get one just for emergencies.

I wish my back wasn't killing me right now. I'm disappointed that my steroid injection hasn't helped me as much as I hoped it would. I don't know if it's worth trying again but that's the least invasive option I have. I just need to get another MRI because I know something isn't right and they really need to look at the lower thoracic portion of my spine. I have a gut feeling they missed something by not checking that last time. Back pain is weird because it can be hard to tell exactly where it's coming from.

I really need to make food because I'm starving. I need to get ready for bed too. I hope I can get some decent sleep tonight. I don't want to be tired and crabby tomorrow. I will do my best to be in a good mood even if I do feel that way. If I'm not that talkative tomorrow it will probably be because I'm sleepy. I hope it's a good day.

I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow. I hope everyone else has a good day too!!! 💖💖💖

#personal

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Hello you don't know me but I have to confess somewhere- I've been dating my gf for almost a year and a half and we even live together but the past four months she's been in her hometown for work and I felt like I put in a lot to connect but I still feel so distant from her. She's coming back soon and I hope we reconnect but I also feel guilty because I've developed a crush on my best friend. I would never ever cheat so I've taken a step back from my friendship but now I feel extra lonely because my gf doesn't seem to mind the LDR as much as I do but I feel like I'm doing something wrong hanging out with my friend. I am going to try to work things out with her because I do love her but I worry in 8 months when we go back to LDR status she'll be apathetic to it again and I will be lonely and with no best friend. Maybe I should break up with her but I don't want to because it would be out of the blue for her so I think we should at least try to work it out and also our lease renewed for at least another year. Sigh.

Also like the crush on my friend isn't at the forefront of things, it is just what made me realize how far apart my girlfriend and I have grown and how I would be able to move on if we did break up. I mean I really really do like my bsf but it would never work out between us but just having such strong feelings over someone I am not dating while the person I am dating feels almost like a memory is so weird. Well. Maybe I am downplaying how much I like my bsf but I know that they would never like me back so I would have to get over it regardless if my gf and I stayed together.

hi! sorry to hear about your situation bc that's definitely complicated. it does sound like you're being mature and thoughtful about everything which is very admirable. I agree breaking up without trying for a solution is too sudden; it's a good idea to bring up your feelings about a LDR with your gf. the solution might involve more video calls or even an occasional visit if that's possible. well, you two will know.

also take the following with a huuuge grain of salt, but when I read your ask on its own as an outsider, it sounds like your stronger attachment to your friend seems largely connected to you feeling alone and missing your gf. so I hope you can reconcile with your feelings for both and retain a good relationship on both sides.

ofc fingers crossed things work out!!!! but if they don't, I can only say DON'T stay in a relationship that you've fallen out of love with. much love and good luck <3

#noooo idea if you actually wanted advice or not but I'm a talker #in person I'm good at listening but in text.... I will be replying //salute emoji #reply #anon

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hoeassproductions · 1 year

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Hideout Hideaway - Part 1

You've denied your feelings for Eddie for a while but with Graduation right around the corner, you're beginning to regret not making a move on him. . .That is until you can't help yourself anymore.

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Edward. Fucking. Munson. Has been the bane of your existence since your junior year. You had one class together where he sat behind you and he always made it his mission to annoy you with his commentary on his DnD campaigns or the book characters he was reading about, rather than actually paying attention. You didn't know why he didn't just drop out if he wasn't going to even try. The guy had already been held back once, and that was just fate for you, wasn't it? Sitting in front of the guy you've had a crush on for a year now? It was just the tits that he seemed to enjoy annoying you as much as you enjoyed him giving you any attention, not that you'd ever admitted it out loud.

It wasn't until it was a week before you graduated that you realized you had lost so much time not telling him how you felt. Now you probably wouldn't see him again.

On your last day of regular class together, you decided to be bold and figure out a way to steal more time with him. You just had to wait for the right opportunity to present itself. As luck would have it, you found Garreth and Eddie standing a few lockers from your classroom door discussing their show at the Hideout tomorrow night. You only hear them in passing but it was enough for you to know this was your in.

The teacher was running late and for once, Eddie settled into his seat behind you with time to spare. This was it.

Do it, don't be a chicken.

You steel your resolve and before you can think anymore on it, you turn to him.

"Hey, did I hear your band has a show at The Hideout tomorrow? My friend is interested in going and asked me to come."

He looks at you with a shocked expression, but he smooths his face after a couple seconds.

"Yeah. We're playing at 7. I don't really think it's your scene though, princess."

You cock your head a little, "And why's that Munson?"

"Uh. It's a dingy, dive bar. Not exactly a place you would probably vibe with." He says with sincerity, almost as if he's looking out for you.

You hold eye contact with him, thinking for a beat as a thought crosses your mind that causes goosebumps to rise across your skin.

In for a penny. . .

"I think I'll be the judge of that," You lean in with mischief in your eye, knowing you can't help yourself. "Besides, I know we haven't been that. . . close. . . yet, but you'll be surprised at how dirty I can get."

The teacher walks in then, summoning everyone's attention to the front. You turn back in your seat to focus, but not before you catch a red flush creeping over his face, followed by a smug one applied to yours.

This is gonna be fun!

For the rest of class, you don't hear a peep out of him but you can feel his eyes boring into the back of your head. When you gather your things to leave, you're intentional to not make eye contact with him as you put all of your items back in your bag. As you go to stand, you notice he stands abruptly as well. You lock eyes with his and can tell he wants to say something, but before he can muster a word to come out of his cute lips, you place your finger on them to cut him off.

"I'm expecting a good show tomorrow, and I don't like to be disappointed." You wink at him and walk away.

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You and your friend have never been to the Hideout before, but how bad can it be? You get to see live music and Eddie looking hot while playing it. Even if the rest of the night doesn't go to plan, it's still a win win as far as you're concerned.

Pulling in the parking lot, you find a spot near Eddie's van towards the back. With anticipation at seeing him beginning to course through your veins, you check your lipstick and look toward your friend as you adjust the girls.

"Showtime"

Decked out in a black crop top, a black and white plaid skirt with fishnets and black boots, you know you look good. So when you walk into the bar, it isn't surprising to find a few eyes moving in your direction as you walk to the bar to grab a drink. As you're going through your purse to secure a few dollars for your drink, a ringed hand reaches over your shoulder with cash in it and falls on the bar next to you.

"I got this one, Benny." You could tell from the hair raising on the back of your neck that it was Eddie, as if the rings weren't a dead give away.

You turn around to find him so close to you that he's basically caging you between him and the bar.

"You made it."

"I sure did" you say, not making any effort to hide you looking him up and down, soaking in how good he looks in his band tee with the sleeves cut off showing his arms adorned with ink you've never seen before and dammit if it wasn't so hot, that you almost missed his signature ripped jeans and black boots. . . Almost.

When your eyes meet his, you see that he is also sizing you up, and taking in the sight, not missing how he lingers on the skin of your thighs adorned with your tights, your skirt pulled up a little extra tonight to make sure he could get a good look. Falling right into your play, he is drinking you in, and licking his lips while he does it.

"Thanks for the drink, Eddie." Your hand finds his bicep, caressing a tattoo there you couldn't help but touch. It affects him, as expected. God he was so easy, and this liquid courage is smoothing out your nerves more and more by the minute.

You lean into his ear to whisper, while you drag your hand over to his chest and down his abdomen towards his belt. "You play your chords right, and you can have some more time with me after your show. Alone."

You pull back and grin into your drink as you take a sip. He's frozen to his spot, processing your words. Your boldness, after all this time, is working. He has a dumbstruck expression on his and you put it there.

Just you wait and see what I want to do to you later. . .

"Ya know, I've never seen you with this confidence before, but I'm into it." He says, words returning to his brain.

Behind him, you can hear Gareth calling out to him that they need to start their set. Eddie turns towards the stage, motioning for one more minute. Refocusing his attention back to you, you almost close the distance between you two, holding a whisper's breath away from his face focused on his lips.

"Later, you can be in me. Now go rock your set."

He grins at you like the Cheshire cat as you turn him around by the hips and push him in the direction of the stage with a smack on the ass.

After a couple minutes of instrument tuning, Eddie speaks into the mic, "Hey everybody. We're Corroded Coffin and we're about to rock your skirts off." He pulls at the strings on his guitar as they begin to play.

He looks so damn hot strumming that guitar with those nimble fingers, commanding that stage. He throws winks your way any opportunity he gets. You're seated at a table in the middle of the room now, your friend having found someone else to talk to. Not that you mind, you're front and center of the stage enjoying the show as if it's only you and Eddie in the room. Judging by the looks and knowing glances he's sending your way, there's no mistake he's playing his heart out for you.

With one more song left, they let everyone know that this last one goes out to the people who know who they want to take home tonight. He looks you dead in the eyes as he says it.

Feeling that stare like a thousand flames licking your skin, you can't help but up the ante and spread your legs open so that only he can see you're not wearing any panties.

He sends a gruff groan into the mic and strikes his guitar, sending music through the air. All that is standing between you and him now is about three minutes of song and your body is singing with the music, his voice caressing you in all the right places.

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He finally wraps up the set and as he is putting the instruments back in cases, you let him know you have to go get something from your car but that you'll wait for him out back.

"Don't go running off on me now, I've been counting on that alone time with you all night, sweetheart."

"Wouldn't dream of it. I plan to make all your wishes come true."

You walk away, swishing your hips knowing he's looking.

You get out to your car, check your makeup and wait a few minutes before an idea strikes.

You get out of the car and walk to the back of Eddie's van finding it unlocked, just as you'd hoped. You hop in, leaving it cracked. You shuffle around to find a lot of miscellaneous items, including a couple of blankets and pillows.

Perfect!

You climb up to the front to check if you see him coming out yet, but don't. As you look down to find your footing back, you spot his black lunchbox on the floor board.

Knowing exactly what to do next to set the mood, you swipe a joint and lighter from the box.

And now, we wait.

#eddie munson #Eddie Munson x Y/N #stranger things #Eddie Munson Fic #Hideout Hideaway #my writing

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kiridarling · 3 years

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"𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒."

izuku midoriya | friends older brother!izuku + college student!reader + f!reader + squirting + size kink + more! minors dni! does this count? as dark content?

— 2.4k words

"It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

“[Y/N?]”

“Uh, hey Izuku!” You smile, grip tightening around the strap to your bag. Izuku fills the doorway, broad shoulders kissing both sides of the frame, and you can’t help but feel minuscule in comparison. “Kota around?”

Izuku shakes his head, peering over his shoulder for a second before returning his attention to you with a click of his tongue. "Uh, no I think he's out with Eri. They should be back soon though...it's been a few hours."

"Shit," you curse under your breath. Your friend's older brother smiles in apology, biceps straining under his white tee.

"You need something?"

"Yeah," you nod, forcing your eyes back onto his, instead of the broad chest presented at eye-level. "Just my precalc book."

Izuku waits a second, thinking, before his palm claps against the doorframe and he's walking deeper into the house. "Come on in, then! I'm sure he won't mind."

You step into the house after him, and it's...weird. Weird being with your Kota's older brother without Kota there, because despite the thousands of times you've been in your best friend's house and as well as you know the greenette, you and Izuku have never been alone.

"Find it?"

You've been rummaging through Kota's room for a solid ten minutes and somehow still empty-handed, moving slowly in fear you'll see something you can't unsee. And hey, with Kota and Eri dating, anything's possible.

"No," you sigh, ready to give up rather than find a strap-on. "It's fine. I can just come to get it tomorrow or something."

"How soon do you need it?" The greenette asks, his forearms leaning against his younger brother's dresser. You take a seat on Kota's comforter instead, silently hoping you'll find your book by accidentally breaking your tailbone against the damn thing; you're a little disappointed when all your ass comes in contact with is a plush mattress.

"Like, tonight," you grieve, knowing that tomorrow morning, your math grade will suffer severely. "'S fine though. There's always another test."

Izuku snorts at that, crossing the room to take a seat next to you. The bed whines under his weight but doesn't collapse, and you feel a little bad to say you're surprised. Voice full of reminiscence, he sighs, "Ah, the college days."

You giggle, "You act like they're lightyears behind you."

"They might as well be," the greenette shrugs, before reaching behind your waist to steal a pillow. "Couldn't tell you a thing I learned."

You shrug trying to remember the last time you’ve felt prepared for a test, “Neither can I.”

Izuku chuckles and nods, though you’re convinced it’s because he has nothing to say. An awkward silence takes possession of the room by the neck, and you shift awkwardly, unsure of what to say that could give you an excuse to leave, or at least redirect his strange yet heavy gaze. As Izuku licks his lips, you notice how close you two actually are, as he's big to the point where your shoulders almost brush, but not quite.

"How um, hows your boyfriend?"

You scoff at that, but you suppose it's been a while since you and the greenette have talked one on one—and the last time you had, you weren't single.

"Oh uh, he's fine, I guess," you brush it off with a shrug and a wave, cringing at the thought of how that ended. "I don't know. We broke up a while ago, so."

"Oh sorry!" Izuku flushes and throws a hand over his mouth, and you giggle.

"You're fine. He was an asshole anyway," you chuck a laugh, but it's not really that funny. Frankly, he's left too many emotional scars to count, along with the ones healing from past exes. "I...don't have a good reputation when it comes to picking boyfriends."

“So, I’ve heard—no offense,” he says sheepishly, though you don't blame him. You've definitely had a few surprise visits caused by a nasty break-up or two, knowing this is the place you'll probably find both of your best friends hiding out. When Izuku speaks again, it’s borderline awkward as his eyes dart around the room, cheeks puffed and lips pursed in apprehension. “Found...anyone new?”

You frown, “Anyone new.”

“Yeah!” Izuku exclaims, and it’s almost encouraging. “Like a new boyfriend.”

“Oh,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Um, no. Like I said, I don’t have much luck with that type of stuff.”

Izuku snorts, rolling his eyes before he’s adjusting himself to lay on the pillow, half of his body upright. “I bet you do. You might not realize it, but you do.”

Now it’s your turn to snort and roll your eyes, leaning back on your hands with a huff. "You're just being nice, Izuku."

"No, seriously!" He props himself higher so you can see he really is serious, evergreen eyes locked and deadset, "Like—okay, and this might be a TMI or something, but how do they, y'know, and then be dicks, y'know?"

"They don't."

"They don't...what?"

"They don't...make me cum," you heave with great depression, despite the seemingly surface-level complaint. With wrists tightening around your ankles, you hate uncomfortably in the silence, and watch Izuku's mouth open and close, before it opens and closes again.

"Like...never?"

"No." You give him a weird look.

"But what about your last boyfriend? I thought he—"

"I don't know what you're looking for, Izuku," you chuckle, shaking your head. The greenette seems more pained than he is shocked, eyes wide with a big fat pout in place of a neutral face. "It's not like I haven't had an orgasm before. Just...not with someone else."

"That's not the same!" Izuku defends, slowly becoming more animated than you've ever seen him. "It's like...more passionate with another person, you know? And that makes everything a whole lot hotter."

"Thanks," you huff, mood souring more than it already has. Izuku's mouth stills once he realizes what he's essentially bragging, guilt clouding his face. As you exhale out of your nose, you can't escape feeling bad for snapping. "Look. I'm perfectly fine with being the only person to be able to make myself cum. It's not that deep."

"You sound like you expect no one to be able to," Izuku snorts with a raised eyebrow, shoulders bumping against yours. "You've just...had bad boyfriend luck. That doesn't mean no one's capable of doing it."

"Well," you click your tongue bitterly, because you've heard all of this before, and you're utterly tired of hearing it. "They've been able to make all their exes orgasm. And it's not like it even matters, relationships aren't abou—"

"I could do it."

"I—" you blink, shaking your head at the pure audacity of his request? Suggestion? Comment? Whatever the fuck. "Excuse me?"

"I—wait, listen," Izuku rushes like you're getting ready to book it the fuck out of there, sitting upright so his body is turned to yours. "You're...it's...I've been told I'm good with my fingers, right?"

And what a way to start a story.

"Izuku, in the nicest way, every guy is like this," you scoff, "He thinks he's all that just because a chick or two said you made her feel really good. I don't need to fake another orgasm."

"You won't have to," Izuku purrs cockily, leaning forwards on his hands and making you wonder where all of this is coming from. "Let's play a game of simon says, yeah?"

"Simon—" your chest collapses with a giggle of pure disbelief, "I'm not that much younger than you, you know."

"I wouldn't be offering if you were," the greenette reasons, eyes growing dark slowly, if any. "Yes or no?"

"What's the catch?" You bargain and Izuku huffs a laugh. You can feel it on your face.

"No catch, Pretty," he hums, and you can feel the vibrations in your fingers. "It's simple: I'll stuff you full with two fingers, but they only do what simon says. Understand?"

You gulp as Izuku lifts a hand—and a very large one, at that—and it's jagged and rough with scars and bulky knuckles. His free hand makes you grab his wrist and you're fingertips barely touch, but you’re pulling his hand south by your own volition.

“Gotta take your pants off first,” he chuckles, and you flush red. That would be helpful, yes.

It doesn't take long before they're off though, flung towards a corner somewhere—and this is when you realize that maybe, you shouldn't do this on Kota's bed.

"Izuku maybe we shoul—"

But before you can say anything else, he's pushing your panties to the side and shoving both fingers into you at once, eyebrows folding as he groans under his breath from the sensation.

"So wet already? Clearly, someone likes this more than they let on."

"I—what the fuck happened to simon says!" You yelp, but his fingers don't move. Izuku just beams like the deceptive asshole he is.

"Game starts now," is all he says, and you're huffing, propping yourself up on your elbows. Izuku's fingers might as well have knocked the wind out of you, lungs struggling to find room to breathe as he curls his fingers to tap directly onto your g-spot with worrying precision.

"Simon says um, move please," you grunt out. Izuku's fingers stay still, and you frown, kicking him in the thigh. "Hey, I sai—"

"You gotta be more specific than that, Pretty,” he says with a grin. You snarl. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"I..." you start, but it's fucking embarrassing, and you know Izuku feels you twitch around him when you say: "Can you um, fuck me with your fingers."

He doesn't move.

"Simon says fuck me with your fingers, asshole," you grunt with narrowed eyes, though they widen when he starts to pump his fingers in and out, chuckling when you shiver from the dexterity.

Except, his fingers move painfully slow, and you find yourself gritting your teeth at the speed when he doesn't make an effort to go any faster. You click your tongue—he's really going to make you request everything, isn't he?

"Simon says faster," you growl with a challenge burning in your eyes, and Izuku meets them with equal fire, fingers finally forgetting their torturous pace for a much quicker one. Finally.

"Fuck! Simo—simon says right t-there," your legs spread wider and Izuku makes more room for himself in between. He hums with dark eyes as you whimper and whine his name, writhing in his younger brother's sheets like they belong to him—like you belong to him.

"I wanna touch you all the time, you know," Izuku grunts before cursing at the sight of your wetness around his fingers. "Make you feel good, make you mine. I don't think Kota would approve, though."

"We don—" you wheeze and he places a hand next to your head, towering over you. The angle only gets better, your hands digging into the sheets as Izuku's fingers curl just right. "We don't have to tell him."

Izuku chuckles at that, chest rumbling as he leans in closer to the point where your noses nearly touch. "You dirty fucking girl."

You moan at that, hips bucking into his hand. You're so close and yet you need more, something else to push you over the edge for good. With a whimper behind a bitten lip, you say, "S-Simon says rub my clit."

Izuku's thumb falls upon your clit and you squeal from the amount of initial pressure, thighs jolting from the white-hot waves that pump through your bloodstream as his thumb moves in small, ever-quickening circles that have you gripping for Kota's comforter for dear life.

"Iz—Izuku I'm gonna—g-gonna cum," you pant, and he's ripping his hands away before you can even reach a hint of the edge. You glare at him out of pure and utter betrayal, and he beams.

"Simon didn't say, did he?"

Your mouth flies open before your brain has time to process it all, "Simon says make me cum, p-please, I need to—fuck!"

Izuku's stuffing you full with his fingers in an instant and his thumb returns to its rightful place.

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me, Pretty?" His hands somehow find the energy to speed up to the point where the clap of his palm against your pussy fills the room, slowly being replaced by a lewd squelch as you tighten around him. He chuckles when all you can do is whimper, grappling for his big shoulders as he says, "Oh, yes she is. So fucking close I can feel it."

You let out a broken moan and in a blink you're squirting, body buzzing as you make a big wet mess of Kota's sheets. It doesn't even register how screwed you two are because you're too busy wading waist-deep in the sea of Izuku's eyes, chest heaving in time with his as he gives you a look of pure awe. Not at what you've done, per se, but at you, and that's when you understand it—the passion.

"We should uh, probably clean up," Izuku flushes as he chuckles, cheeks pressing into the crescents of his face, and you find yourself smiling along with him. With a final click, he pulls his fingers out, gesturing to a circular wet spot on his now see-through shirt. "You made quite a mess."

Fuck the passion.

You shove your fists into his chest and Izuku laughs, pushing your hands away with his one dry free hand, wiping the wet one on Kota's sheets.

"Izuku!" You gasp, looking at the new and improved addition to your mess. The greenette shrugs.

"What? We're going to have to clean it anyway," he shrugs before assuming the dry spot to your right and nestling his forearms in the pillow to peck you on the forehead. Then he freezes.

"I uh...am I allowed to do that?"

You roll your eyes, grabbing him by his squirt-soaked shirt to pull him into a kiss. Izuku hums at that, suppressing the urge to smile as his big hands find their way to your waist. He's an annoyingly good kisser

"No, you're not," you say with swollen lips once you pull away. Izuku grins, teeth digging into his bottom lip as his eyes flutter to yours for a moment, before they're staring into your soul again.

"I like you," he boldly states, albeit quietly, like he's talking to your eyes and nothing else. "Like, a lot."

"I—" You start, but you're interrupted by a click of a lock and the sound of the front door opening. Shit.

"Oi! We're home, Izuku!"

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