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starlostastronaut · 5 months

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DAY 13 | NOVEMBER RAIN

PAIRING: seo changbin x reader

GENRE: hurt/comfort

WC: 0.98k

CW: reader goes through a break up and takes it hard, insecurities over being a "good partner", theres crying

PROMPT: "you came?" "you called?"

i feel bad giving binnie only the shorter oneshots. i thought this might be longer but it got more personal than i intended, so thats why it might seem rushed a bit bc i didnt want to go that into detail. btw november rain is song rec of the day, bc its an amazing song! i hope you enjoy <3

title from november rain - guns 'n roses

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You stared at your phone in shock, unable to form any coherent thoughts at the moment. The delivered message was glowing on the screen, and every time you looked at it, it felt like knives twisting in your gut. You couldn’t believe it. This… This had to be a nightmare. It had to be. But no matter how many times you pinched and slapped yourself, you didn't wake up. It was very real, and it was happening to you.

Your boyfriend had just broken up with you. And over a text like a coward. He didn’t provide any explanation; he just said it wasn't working anymore. You didn’t understand it. Sure, there had been some tough moments in your relationship, but you resolved those ages ago. The past few months had been nothing but happy. He had never given you any hints, any signs, or anything to indicate he was feeling that way. Hell, it wasn't even that long ago when he was telling you how much he loved you and how much you meant to him.

You sank to your knees, feeling the tears forming at the corners of your eyes. With shaking fingers and hazy vision, you closed the conversation with your now-ex and opened a different chat. Barely registering any of your actions, you typed out a simple message. Then the phone slipped out of your fingers, and you curled into a pathetic little ball, lying on the floor of your bedroom and wetting it with your tears, wondering what led him to that decision.

Was it something you did? Were you not good enough as a partner? You weren’t the most affectionate person out there; physical contact or expressing your feelings was something you struggled with a lot. But you always did your best to make sure your ex-boyfriend - you corrected yourself - knew you loved him. Small gestures, compliments, spending time together, being his support system when he didn't believe in himself... You always thought that was an important part of a relationship, so you tried to fulfill the duty as best as you could. But it wasn't enough. You failed as a partner. You failed, you failed, you failed. Your brain kept chanting that over and over again. All of your insecurities came flooding into your brain at once. You covered your ears in a useless attempt to silence the voices in your head.

You didn't know how long you were there, curled into yourself. You just knew it was long enough for the tears to stop falling. Faintly, you heard someone in the other room, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care who it was. You were too far gone in your own head. Someone pounded on your door, but you didn't answer. In the next second, the door was getting kicked down as a distressed Changbin ran through.

Seeing you on the floor in that state made him stop. He slowly kneeled down to you, bringing one hand to your hair and stroking it gently. “Are you with me? Y/N?” When he didn't get a response from you, he sat down, leaning on your bed for leverage, as his arms gently lifted you and helped you into his lap. Then his hand returned to your hair, carding his fingers through it while he whispered sweet nothings to you. “It's okay, baby. I'm here now,” he murmured, his other hand moving to stroke your back. His soothing touch slowly brought you out of your dazed state.

“Binnie,” you choked on a sob, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing yourself closer. Right now, he was a grounding weight around you. As long as he was there, you were going to be okay.

“It's okay,” he said softly, not halting his ministrations even as you moved. “It's okay.” He let you lay there as long as you needed, providing you with the silent comfort you needed right now. He knew you would tell him eventually, but he also knew you needed to do that at your own pace. Pressuring you into talking would only lead to you closing off completely.

After a while, you pulled away. You had calmed down enough to talk. You looked at Changbin, who flashed you a relieved smile. Noticing the strange material that was crumpled under your fingers. You looked up at him, your lips parted in slight shock. “You're still in your stage outfit,” you whispered, looking at him in disbelief.

“We just finished the shoot when I saw your message,” he shrugged. “It said he broke up with you and to help, so I ran here. The stylists weren’t too happy, but Channie-hyung will handle it.” Changbin smiled at you. The realization dawned on you. When you texted Changbin, it was in the middle of a music show.

“Binnie, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have disrupted your schedule; I was just panicking and-"You began frantically apologizing, because this wasn't that big of a problem. You just overreacted. You didn’t need to drag Changbin into your mess. The voices got loud again.

“Hey, hey, hey. Stop,” Changbin said gently but firmly, grabbing your hands so you would stop fidgeting. He intertwined your fingers with his and squeezed to let you know he's with you. “You needed me, so I came here. I didn't have to do it, but I did. Because I care about you more than about doing a music show.” You looked up at him, your lips stretching to a smile, in spite of the mess happening in your brain. You didn’t deserve this man. Changbin was too good for you. But you were happy you had him.

You launched yourself onto him, wrapping your arms securely around his neck. “Thank you, Binnie. For being here and... and for everything,” you murmured into his shoulder.

“Of course,” he responded, hugging you tighter.

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heartssatoru · 11 months

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Jjk men when they find out that the reader is crushing on them (yuji, megumi, gojo, sukuna and who else you like!)

Thank you for the request <33 I'm gonna assume that they like you back! If you didnt mean that let me know.

Characters: yuji, megumi, gojo, and sukuna!

Warnings:nothing but fluff

Itadori

Crushing on him? Wow wait what

Hes surprised because of what megumi always tells him

Was always wondering why he caught you staring at him

Shocked for the most part, but also happy! Your not joking right?

Starts jumping up and down because you like him

Would hang out with you way more than before, because he wants to get to know you more

Not like he doesn't already know you, but he doesn't wanna miss a single detail about you

Megumi

damn you like him? What do you want him to do with that info

Refuses to make the first move no matter what, he's just that kind of guy

And if you also are like that then have fun, however on rare occasions he will give small little hints

Kinda awkward with you, but not because he's uncomfortable

Its just that now that he knows that he wants to confess those feelings

But is struggling so he just ignores it

Whenever you guys hang out he always is akaward. If you point it out he may get a little red

But still refuses to confess, he found out already so you can just confess at that point.

Thats what he's telling himself

Satoru

Cocky ass man, as soon as finds out he'll tease you n everything

Maybe your friend slipped up and said that you liked him out loud

While he was there

Now that's embarrassing! But to him its cute, but thinks your friend did you dirty

Cause they did

But he doesn't let that get in the way, he'll tell you how you should have said so before

Also the redder you get the more he teases

Honestly already knew with the way you acted towards him

Hes not complaining of course

Doesn't blame you for liking him though

Sukuna

A human liking a curse? How foolish

But the thing is, he feels the same way. Will not admit it though

If he's in itadoris body then he'll still insult you, a tiny bit nicer to you. Just a tiny tiny bit..

Probably threatens itadori if he dares to try and tell someone

Tells you how foolish you are for liking a curse, but if thats what you want then so be it

No going back though

If he's in his full form (I dont really like it as much, but he's still cool) its a different story

Bullies you a lot, because its amusing seeing your reactions

Acts like he doesn't feel the same, but he does.

Sometimes randomly sits you on his lap while two of his lower arms secure you and the top two arms are playing with your hair or something

Insults you per usual. Expect him to bring how your crushing on him up every once and awhile

If he wanted to he'd admit that he likes you, just not in a obvious way

Probably makes you cry every once and awhile cause of his insults

but shushes you while you sit on his lap or something. He's only joking

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Request im working on -

"How do JJK men flirt with you?" - anon

"How about JJK men(Gojo, Megumi, Nanaimo,Itadori and Toge if possible) how they react to a fight with their s/o!" - anon

#jujustsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x reader #sukuna x reader #gojo x reader #megumi x reader #satoru x reader #sukuna x reader fluff #yuji x reader #itadori x reader

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sillyrabbit81 · 1 year

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The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood - Part Sixteen

Series Summary: Lori "Babycakes" Tate swore she would never date a biker but when her life is in danger, she is put under the protection of a small club known as The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood. She suddenly finds herself attracted to not one, but five bikers.

A reverse harem, biker AU.

Part Sixteen Summary: Marshall opens up about his past.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC, Walter Marshall x OFC, Mike x OFC, Geralt x OFC, August Walker x OFC

Word Count: Approx. 3.1k

Warnings:

Series Warnings: Reverse harem, age gap (OFC 23, ages range from 23 to mid 40s), oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected p in v sex, anal sex, group sex, masturbation, praise kink, mentions of body fluids, drug use, recreational drinking, sex work, criminal activities, mention of death, violence, use of weapons, mentions of war, mentions of abuse, angst, fluff, probably a lot more that I will add as they come up.

Part Sixteen Warnings: slight angst, discussion of murder and violence against women, smut, p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), mentions of body fluids, I think thats it

Authors Note: Thanks as always to my lovely BBFs (Best Beta's forever) @henryobsessed and @nashibirne .

So... Been a while... I am really nervous about posting because it has been so long! But I put my big girl pants on and I'm just going to do it. This chapter had to be split in half, which was a small reason for why this took so long to put out, the other part is that I think some of it is a bit dry... Exposition is hard!!!! The next part isn't quite finished but this point was a natural stopping point so I figure, post this and then maybe I won't be so in my head about the next bit.

Divider made by me. Edited by me, there will be errors.

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Part Fifteen Part Seventeen

Lori

I woke up with a start.

My heart was beating as fast as a mouse’s and I was sucking in huge gulps of air that failed to fill the hollow in my chest. I was shaking, every muscle and sinew quivering with a chilling thrum, yet I was frozen. I willed myself to move but my glaciated neurons refused to fire, iced over, hardened, ready to snap.

From behind me, a heavy arm moved on my waist and a hand pressed against my belly as soft whiskers and gentle lips caressed and the back of my neck. Relief warmed my blood in a balmy rush, my body thawing in a heady and welcomed surge.

Marshall. It was only Marshall.

“Alright?” he asked, his voice low and rough from sleep.

I hummed, not quite ready to speak. I looked at the clock on the nightstand. Small and generic, its garish neon green digital numerals reminded me that my room wasn’t actually my room and my briefly mollified anxiety inched its way back into my tightening chest.

I’d barely slept, little more than dozed. I wondered if I should get up and shower, but I didn’t want to disturb Marshall. So I laid there and listened to his breathing return to its regular cadence while I tried to recall and hold onto my dream. I might as well have tried to catch a cloud, the memories were wispy vapours, too vague and insubstantial to retain, leaving behind echoing stains of dread and emptiness.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what I had dreamed of. The strange and rapid life changes over the past couple of weeks made it possible for me to push aside the grief from the loss of my parents and focus on other things like my anger at Nate, the shocking revelations about Jake, and the developing situation with the Brothers. I may have made a conscious decision not to dwell and process my emotions, but my subconscious was obviously not on board.

I focussed on the rhythm of Marshall’s breathing, the soft reverberation in his throat on each inhale and the sturdy snugness of his arms while I pushed down the lingering feelings, stuffing them like clothes into a laundry basket, deep into the recesses of my mind. Even as I crammed them away, I knew I’d have to deal with my emotions at some point. I told myself I would, just not today, or tomorrow. Maybe in a month or two. Or three. When I was home again, or alone, or when things were back to normal.

Eventually, the residual fear from my lost dream ebbed and slowly faded while a myriad of new ones took its place.

Had last night been another mistake on the long list of mistakes I had made. Was Marshall another Jake? Was Sy for that matter?

Sy.

Now that Marshall and I had crossed the Rubicon, would Sy still feel the same way about me when he returned and faced the reality of what he had agreed to? Or, had the existence of the pact forced him to adhere to it out of a sense of bravado and loyalty to the Brotherhood? Had I just turned myself into another groupie, a woman destined for a lifetime of disrespect, deception and disillusion, stupidly thinking that an outlaw, an outsider, a biker, could change for them?

I waited for the gut feeling that I had fucked up by sleeping with Marshall to arrive, but it never came. Of course there were no guarantees in any relationship, but everything that had happened with Marshall had felt sincere and genuine.

“I can hear you thinking,” Marshall grumbled. His breath was warm against my ear and his gentle accent made me shiver as a heated rush rippled across my skin, soothing and comforting me.

“I thought you were asleep,” I said.

He grunted and shifted his body until he laid on his back. I rolled over, following him and he tucked me under his arm. He glanced with a half smile that I barely picked up in the darkness of the room. I returned it and his grin grew slightly bigger before he laid his head back into the pillows.

“My sleep cycle has been off for years. Never recovered from shift work with the PD.”

I shimmied closer to him, pressing my breasts against his side, resting my thigh across his hips and dipped my fingers into the thick, coarse curls that spread across his chest from shoulder to shoulder. In response, I felt him stroke my arm, the tips of his fingers tracing an invisible path.

“Marshall?”

“Lori,” he replied, one side of his mouth lifting in a smirk.

“How did you end up in the Brotherhood?”

His smile vanished instantly and after a couple of passes over my arm, his hand stopped his caress, pausing mid stroke. His eyes sought out mine and I made it easier for him, by laying my chin on his chest, ignoring the way his wispy hairs tickled my jaw.

“There were a series of murders. Women, young women, some still teens. To call them murders doesn’t go far enough, each one was assaulted, tortured…” Marshall trailed off but his fingers began to stroke me again, this time sweeping over my back.

“You don’t have to tell me,” I said.

Marshall grunted and took a deep breath. “It was a long investigation that led nowhere. We had physical evidence, DNA, but no matches in the system and no motives. There were no useful eyewitnesses, no connections between the victims, they were of different racial backgrounds, economic status, from all over the city. We kept hitting dead ends, every lead we had didn’t pan out. Meanwhile, more girls were showing up dead, nearly a dozen and the media were breathing down our necks.”

He scoffed, his lip curled in disgust.

“They can be viscous,” I said, remembering the media circus that followed my parents' death.

Lifting his head, Marshall kissed my forehead before continuing.

“Eventually a name popped up that looked promising, he had been a contact in four of the victim’s phones. No other number had shown up twice, let alone four times. So we started an investigation into him. Found out he was a CEO of a financial institution or an investment bank, I don’t remember which. He was young, one of those prodigious financial wizards that seemed to have the Midas touch. He was famous in the financial world, puff pieces in newspapers, magazines, you know the type?”

I nodded and he continued.

“We’d barely gotten further than collecting basic background on this guy when the case was taken out of our hands by the Feds. I was furious, obviously, their jurisdiction over the case was on a flimsy basis at best. There was nothing I could do about it but wait for news of the investigation. However, months went by and… nothing. No news, no arrests, no more media reports, nothing.”

“He wasn’t the guy?”

Marshall shrugged. “I thought I must have been wrong. After a year, a homeless guy was arrested and charged.”

“So you had the wrong guy, after all?”

Marshall chuffed and shook his head.

“I knew in my gut the man they arrested was a patsy. I looked into it. I talked to some of his friends from the streets and as far as I could tell he wasn’t even in town when the first three victims had been murdered. His friends said he came to the city to attend the funeral of his murdered daughter.”

“No,” I gasped, my mouth covering my hand in shock.

“Yes,” Marshall said, “He was the father of the first victim we found. We had tried to contact him in the early days of the investigation, but he couldn’t be located. By the time he had discovered what happened to his daughter, there had been other victims and it was no longer a priority to find him and rule him out as a suspect.”

I thought about Nate and my father. I had never been privy to the dealings of the club, but you picked things up. The club had a surprisingly low number of members with criminal records and although I had never been explicitly told, I knew it was because the “right” people had been paid off for years. I figured the real killer must have been doing something similar, but on a massive scale.

“So what did you do?” I asked.

“I took my theories up the chain and requested permission to do my own investigation. I was told in no uncertain terms that if I did that, it would cost me my badge.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Shit.”

“I couldn’t let it go though. I knew I couldn’t investigate alone and I suspected that I might be under surveillance. I couldn’t ask anyone else in the department to risk their job, so I called a guy I trusted. He used to be a bounty hunter but by then was working as a private security contractor.”

“Geralt?” I guessed.

“Geralt,” Marshall repeated. “He used his connections and reported back that there had been rumours floating about this guy for years, from his college days to his early Wall Street days to this case. Reports of domestic violence from women he’d had relationships with and assaults on sex workers that always seemed to be retracted or ignored. Somehow, this fucking guy kept getting away with fucking murder because of his connections.”

He closed his eyes and the muscles of his jaw pulsed beneath his thickly bearded skin. Swallowing hard, he opened his eyes and his voice was husky as he continued.

“When I realised what they had done to that man, that girl’s father… I wasn’t particularly idealistic and I wasn’t naive, but I had never thought that this level of corruption could happen. The Feds, the media, the PD; how many people must be involved, how many people were paid off or blackmailed? Everything I knew, everything I….”

He shrugged and was quiet. I waited, sure he had more to say. But he stayed silent, jaw twitching again and his eyes seemed to glaze over as his thoughts seemed to drift away.

I placed my hand on his cheek, my thumb sweeping along the bone and tilted my head to kiss his chest softly. Marshall’s hand went to my hair stroking my hair off my face.

“I quit. I couldn’t do that kind of work again, not knowing what I knew. I went back to Geralt, thinking with my SWAT background, maybe I’d try private security. Instead, Geralt introduced me to Sy and Walker.”

“What happened to the CEO?”

Marshall’s grin was a little disconcerting as he replied, “He got his in the end. An international financial scandal ruined him. The bank he headed was laundering money for the cartels and he was directly implicated in running the scam. The CIA got him for that one, apparently his reach didn’t go that far.”

“What happened to the father?” I asked.

“Suicide in prison while awaiting trial. It was a fucking joke.”

“I’m sorry, Walter,” I said softly.

His eyes found mine. Blue, deep and clear, they held me and I couldn’t look away. He sighed and shifted his hips. The movement made his thigh brush high between my legs and I became very conscious of the fact that both of us were naked.

The atmosphere changed, the air crackled with an electric anticipation and a heady jolt of lust worked its way down my spine to my core. I wasn’t alone, Marshall breathing became heavy, his nostrils flaring as he drew in each breath and his chest swelled.

His fingertips began to skim over my back again, and my skin broke out in goosebumps as I shivered with pleasure. His burly arms drew me to his chest, the coarse hair tickled my nipples as he guided me onto my back. Blanketing me with his comfortingly heavy body, his weight was concentrated at our hips and effectively pinned me to the mattress. My legs split beneath him, opening myself up in a shameless invitation. He took the hint, and he rolled his hips against me as he kissed me.

It was like he was a different man; his feral, almost brutal urgency gave way to languid deliberateness. His lips moved down the column of my neck, hands exploring, clasping my ribs as if he wanted to caress not just the flesh, but the bones beneath. Moving with barely restrained greed, he slipped my nipple into his mouth and his teeth captured it while his velvety tongue flicked. His lips were satin, his beard was rugged silk, equally coarse and soft as he kissed and rubbed his cheeks against the sensitive skin between my breasts.

Opening his bearded jaw wide, he took more of me into his mouth than just my pink pebbled nipple. I watched bleary eyed as creamy skin disappeared into his warm mouth and his tongue lashed. My fingers slid into his thick curls, holding him close, begging for more.

I moved a hand down his shoulder and back feeling his dense muscles ripple under my touch. I went lower, down his side and abdomen, a rush of heat surged through me as my fingers found the trail of hair below his navel. I wanted to follow its path, wanted to feel him throbbing just like I was.

Thwarting my plans, Marshall laid warm, wet, kisses down my tummy, and became out of reach. I let out a petulant moan and he grinned, rubbing his beard against a sensitive spot near my hip, making me giggle and squirm out of his grasp. He caught my hip and pushed me down to the bed again in a flash back to his earlier impatience.

“Shh,” he soothed with a wolfish grin.

His hand swept down my thigh, curling under my knee and gently guiding my legs further apart. His kisses started at my knee and moved down the inside of my thigh, heat from his mouth made me shiver and I fell back onto the bed. He got closer to my soaked, throbbing core and I felt his tongue at the crease of my thigh, lapping at the combined wetness there from both my arousal and his release.

I gasped and leaned up on my elbows to watch and his feverish blue eyes were looking up at me from between my legs. My body looked as aroused as I felt, nipples tight and hard, tummy and thighs trembling, my pussy was swollen and glistening with the remains of our previous, furious love making.

Fingers glided over me, thumbs pulling apart my folds, his breath simultaneously warm and cooling against my hot throbbing sensitive skin. A finger teased my weeping core, swirling at my entrance. I was on fire, desperately clenching at nothing, and I could feel evidence of his orgasm leaked from within me.

“Fuck,” he murmured under his breath.

“Marshall,” I said breathlessly, reaching for his shoulders, trying to pull him up to me, “stop teasing me. Just fuck me.”

“I’ll fuck you,” he said, voice husky, almost gone. Then he mumbled something I couldn’t catch against my pussy.

The feel of his tongue prodding my entrance, no doubt tasting himself as he ate me out was so wickedly filthy to me that I was completely transfixed by the lurid eroticism, I’d never experienced anything like it. I could barely hold myself up, but the sight of him practically pussy drunk and groaning was too good not to look at. He growled, his arms wrapped around my thighs and he pushed his face into me, soft prickles of his beard against me made me shake even more and despite wanting to keep watching, I fell back to the mattress.

Suede-like brushes against my clit had me shaking, the tension in my muscles quivering like violin strings. Jesus christ he was amazing, then he sucked softly on my clit, and I was gone, crying out as my hands tangled in his hair, tightening into fists and held him against me. He didn’t stop as I came, his hands moved to my hips, his long fingers splayed across my belly and waist as if he wanted to feel my body move as I buckled.

My hands unclenched, and I shuddered with aftershocks as Marshall stayed where he was, softly licking at my core. I closed my eyes, bathing in the post orgasm euphoria, running my fingers through his hair. He didn’t stop kissing me as he moved up my body and rested a fraction of his weight against me. His hand was warm as he cupped my cheek and covered my mouth with his. I could taste us on his lips and tongue, his beard was soaked too. I was so turned on that after the flavour faded from his mouth, I swept my tongue over his chin.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “You taste good, don’t you?”

I hesitated, self-consciousness creeping in and my cheeks burned with embarrassment. Marshall stroked my cheek with his thumb and I opened my eyes and realised that he wasn’t trying to shame me.

“You taste good too,” I said.

He smiled, his lips parting just enough to see his teeth, before he grew a little serious. His hand curled around the back of knee, lifting and opening me again, and he adjusted his body in a way that made me gasp. Poised, and ready, his silky hardness waited, his brows raising just enough to ask the unspoken question.

“Yes,” I murmured.

His mouth was on mine as he slid inside me, our kiss muffling both our moans. We stayed like that, joined and locked together, hungrily swallowing the others whispered words and whimpers. Fingers sought mine, and lacing them together he squeezed, gripping me and releasing me in time with his steady rocking movements.

He knew what he was doing, making sure I could feel every inch of his thick and rigid length, making sure he found that spot that made my breath hitch every time. His breath was coming in harder and heavier, each exhale punctuated by a muted grunt. I couldn’t focus, I had to close my eyes. Fuck, he really knew what he was doing.

“Marshall,” I gasped. I don’t know why I spoke. I was riding close to the edge, any second now and I would fall.

“Yes,” he growled, “Fuck, yes.”

I fell.

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numbermislocated · 7 months

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My Fionna and Cake episode 7&8 tangent

Lets start it off with the score. 20/20 it was fantastic. my stupid theory post will happen eventually, and I will ABSOLUTELY TALK ABOUT PETRIGROF

The star - Cake thinking Fionna was upset cause her fling died was silly, Fionna was clearly upset before about the candy people. The fight with the vampires was funny but intense, I love how Cake and Fionna care a lot about eachother. Also why does Simon know what holy water taste like. Pb and "Star" was so cute, and I was so right when I talked about us getting more Bubbline on tiktok (Tiktok account is not linked anywhere btw) The vampire world is super sad though, cause they had really been eating for so long, that a potential thousands of people died. Marshall and Gary really lit up the episode from the sadness once again, Gary's tangents of his candy kingdom are so cute. AND HIS HAMBO THINGY IN HIS CAR. Marten and baby Finn are so cute, I wanna legit cry cause HES MEANT TO BE A GOOD DAD BUT HES SO STUPID IN THE OG UNIVERSE. Also imma say this now, Prismo gets in trouble for breaking the rules once and ignoring a few beeps, BUT Scarab ignores several beeps and his entire job and doesn't get in trouble, that boss better have a good reason. Second date (potentially) and Marshall already introducing his boyfriend to his mom, damn. Marshall's mom matches og Hunson perfectly somehow, duche parent club. And Marshall's little blush of embarrassment from his mom acting all weird infront of Gary. Billy's corpse is messed up, like reall messed up, and the reminder of how tall he is is also crazy. I was also wondering the entire time if Pb was human in this universe until she bit off half her arm basically. The Star's outfit is so good, but I wonder how she turned into a vampire now, maybe she was bit in front of that worlds Simon's body and thats why she screamed at something. Already long section so I'll end it here with, I LOVED THIS ENTIRE EPISODE, Huntress dying was sad though, and Gary Marshall kiss was adorable. Closing thought of this episode, Bubbline but toxic yuri. Jerry - Simon and Betty better get a happy ending or I will legit be so sad, they love each other so much, and Betty just legit became part of a god over her Fiance once celebrity crush. I love how gorgeous everything is in this show, Orbo is also a funny character. I feel like someone could narrow down where things and places they go in this Lich's wish universe it'd seem fun at first then spiral though. Simon does NOT know how to draw though get this man an art class. The tree house being naked though, all its leaves gone. Lich's wish to kill all life, really just unironically killed ALL life, down to plants. Fun little references to old episodes, and including one that revolved around Ice king, hmm. Also I wonder the age gap between Betty and Simon, I like to see it as they're like a year apart but Simon just skipped grades cause hes a smart cookie. Also Simon had slides ready for people to be loud, HE WAS READY. Nerd girls in love. I am also guessing Bmo has been alone for awhile now, at least since season 5ish times since thats when the Lich would have made this wish. All the references in Ice King's junk from the melted ice kingdom. Ninja guide books, kunai, vhs tapes and the camera, the pink diary, his bed has the wishing amulet that Gunter used to break bottles. I was RIGHT

Fionna see's how unhealthy Ice King was, and changes her mind and wants him to not become this sad sad man again. Simon would genuinely be such a sweet and wonderful parent, he loved taking care of the babies in the baby universe, and he sees Fionna get happy when he tells his story with Betty and keeps doing it to keep her happy. Neddy is also guaranteed dead, already obvious but the candy kingdom doesn't have the juices being produced. Bmo has done a lot in his isolation, a lot of stuff is changed or moved, I feel so bad for bmo. But the lines "Help me zip up my bra" and "Ooo, butt stuff" Wow. The Simon and Betty stuff makes me so happy, they're so cute and I love them, they need to have a happy ending or I will be so sad. The lesbians ever, I love these lesbians, let the lesbians be happy. Simon struggling to say he loves her is so CUTE. Poor Bmo, I feel so bad, but he was probably so sad being alone, sad in someway. Petrigrof moment was so cute and adorable please, I want them so happy, they deserve to be happy. Now for the bombshell, Jerry. The Lich's wish monkey paw aspect is that he gets depressed and has nothing to do now that all life is gone. Billy's body decomposing as the Lich parasites it. SO, imma theory my reason for the portal finally opening to GolBetty, either it was because the Lich was used as the battle and influenced it in a way to allow it to finally work, OR Betty's wish to keep Simon safe truly included the crown being worn. Like the crown really did trigger GolBetty like "BITCH, NO" or the third that makes probably the most sense, The Scarab was literally about to kill Simon and go against what Betty wants, meaning she is going to interfere. I saw someone say that GolBetty likely wont remember Simon and this could cause something. BUT I REALLY HOPE THEY DONT DO THAT, I WANT THEM HAPPY SO BADLY

#long post #adventure time #simon petrikov #fionna and cake #atimers #I waited all day for this and now I am already too excited to wait until next thursday #I dont want it over #but I do wanna see my favorite characters happy #please please please please let them be happy

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bluegalaxygirl · 7 months

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Haunted house (Zosan X reader)

Sanji X Zoro X Reader, polly relationship, established relationship. Reader is GN

Plot: Reader drags Zoro and Sanji into their first haunted house.

Warning: swearing, scary stuff.

Halloween is your favorite time of the year so when you heard that Zoro and Sanji have never been in a haunted house or haunted maze before you begged them to join you. It didn't take long to convince Sanji telling him how scared you would be with out him, it was a big lie you love horror mazes and yes they scare you but thats the fun part. you tried the same with Zoro telling him you needed your big strong man to protect you form the monsters but he knew you were lieing. You all made it to an island that had a early Halloween event on with escape rooms, costume contest and a haunted house. it was time to show the boys what they were missing out on. "Ok lets get going" you cheered ready to leave the ship with Sanji at your side but Zoro didn't move, still laying in the grass portending to sleep. "Zoro come on" you called out only earning a huff in response. "Come on zoro, if im going you have to go too" Sanji yelled, he's trying not to be scared but he is and would feel a lot safer with the both of you with him. "I said im not going" Zoro groans from the floor, you were about to walk over to him when Sanji put a hand on your shoulder a cheeky smile forming on his face "Fine fine. come on Y/N, lets leave the scaredy-cat alone" sitting up straight and staring daggers at the two of you Zoro growls low "Im not scared" you giggle a little, you should have said this thing before, tryst Sanji to know what buttons to push "Sure your not honey, thats why your staying here on the ship and not coming with your lovers" Sanji waves as he turns to leave swaying his hips a bit. "Im not scared of some stupid haunted house" the swords man stand walking over to the two of you "I'll show you, you'll both be clinging to me for deal life" he almost spits taking both your hands and walking off the ship leading you away from the town "Wrong way Zo." you comment earning a grunt and a sharp turn.

The line to the haunted house was long so Sanji lite a cigarette looking around the place seeing all kinds of decorations and scare actors. "So what's this one about again?" Zoro comments trying to make sense of the area "The women in white" you state looking over at the building the maze was in, it looked like an old house but lights flashing reds and blues in the windows, shadows moving and screams coming form inside. "Is she pretty?" Sanji asks earning an elbow to the size from Zoro making you laugh "Yes she's very pretty but depending on who you talk two her story changes slightly. it always starts off the same though, she was a poor woman who got married to a rich man, they ended up having two kids but when she got older he either cheated with a younger woman or divorced her and married a younger woman. in deep depression she killed her own kids by drowning them and then killed herself." you state moving with the line the two listening to you "Some say she'll hitch hike asking people to take her own and try and seduce them, if they take her up on the offer she kills them, others say is you cheat she will come for you or she will come after children to replace her own" Their looks of surprise catches you off guard and you wonder if you did or said something wrong "What?" you finally mange to ask only for sanji to sign and pinch the bridge of his nose "I know you like horror stuff my love but isn't that a bit too much?" he asks putting out his cigarette and throwing it into the nearest bin. "How the hell do you know all this stuff?" Zoro asks putting an arm around your shoulder "Its an old story from back home. its been adapted over the years for movies and tv shows though." Zoro laughs at your comments before kissing your forehead "you have a fucked up home" Sanji joins the two of you taking your hand in his and laughing "Sorry love but he's right" you couldn't help but laugh too.

Finally at the front of the line you three were approached by a workman who looking Zoro up and down "Swords please sir" before Zoro could protest you patted his back "Don't worry you'll get them back after" with a huff Zoro handed his swords over but not before threatening the man. Both you and Sanji apologies before walking up to the door of the house, Sanji's hand now gripping yours as Zoro followed the two of you in. Going threw the first room was easy, it was just a living room with a static tv and red lights, sanji still clinged onto your arm for deal life zoro didn't seem too interested but you couldn't wait for the scares. moving form room to room it got more haunting, dummy's as dead body's in bath tubs and girls popping out form time to time in white dressing and horrifying make up. you and sanji would scream only for you to laugh after, sanji's grip on you got stronger and he started staying behind you more often. Zoro on the other hand seemed to enjoy it, laughing at the two of you getting scared.

Nearing the end of the maze you made it to an outside area surrounded by fake trees and bushes the stars and full moon being your only light. A large demon like creature jumped out scaring the hell out of you, Sanji and Zoro, Sanji almost jumped out of his skin letting go of you and jumping into Zoro's arms, his legs wrapped around the sword mans waits and head buried in the nook between zoro's shoulder and neck. You jumped back hiding behind zoro's arm that had moved in front of you while zoro's other hand went to were his swords would normally be. after a few seconds you let out a laugh the demon bowing before walking back to his spot. "You two ok?" you laughed out seeing both boys frozen in place, Zoro looked ready to kill while Sanji tried to calmly breath while his face was still deeply in Zoro's neck. "come on were almost out" you take Zoro's hand in yours while Zoro's arm going under Sanji's butt to keep him there all three of you take a breath before moving forward.

seconds later you were all out the haunted house area where Zoro got his swords back before you all walked down the street "That was fun" you giggle hearing Sanji muffle something into Zoro's neck "What was that sweetie?" you asks the cooks face finally pulling away form Zoro's neck to look at you, his face was as white as a sheet and the look of fear still on his face "Can we go back to the ship now?" Zoro let out a laugh causing Sanji to hit his shoulder "Stop laughing you were scared too" the three of you continue to walk while the two playfully argue over who was more scared "So im guessing you wont be doing that again?" you asks out of the blue earning different answers, Sanji of cause said no but Zoro said yes "So you are more scared than me?" Zoro teased a cocky smile on his face "Fine yes.. happy now." the cook shoved his head back into Zoro's neck hiding his blush form the two of you. "What if Zoro holds you next time. you seemed better like this" you ask seeing that even though the two bickered Sanji didn't make any attempted to move away form zoro. Legs still wrapped around the swordsman's waist being carried around. "Its ok scaredy-cat iv got you" Zoro laughs out hearing a grumble of what could only be nasty words coming from the cook while he pulls you in closer letting go of your hand and placing it around you waist.

#one piece #zoro x reader #polly relationship #roronoa zoro #sanji x reader #sanji x zoro #zoro x sanji #one piece headcanons #one piece imagine #one piece zoro #vinsmoke sanji #zosan #zosan x reader #one piece zosan

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kexing · 6 months

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Its so wild to see how openly and aggressively people hate forcebook and their work. Iknow bl opinions are so varied but other than the odd 'this is not for me' i never really come across hate for pairings on here (maybe its different on twitter idk) so its so insane that when it comes to fb people just stop being considerate to fans or even look to bother them actively. there are some actors who get rightly criticized for awful behaviour but with fb it just seems like its the one pairing that people are allowed to shit on and thats why they do it? bc what's the worst they've done? not act the way you would want them to or take part in a show you didn't like?? why would people then focus so much on them rather than focus on the stuff they do like? its so baffling i truly wonder if its just 'playground join in with the bully' behaviour. sorry thats been on my mind as someone who only filters into bl every now and then, its so strange.

hi there!

RIGHT????? before them, i had never seen hate for pairings on this level. i knew about some problematic actors and pairings that had broken up so most people had moved on but actual gratuitous hate??? was unknown to me.

i used to think we all minded our business with our faves and everyone lived in peace. at least it was like that here on tumblr for my first years of bl. i do think twitter is different and probably worse, but the way their behavior has been poisoning tumblr as well is concerning.

truly. i don’t KNOW what’s with forcebook that people seem to enjoy hating on them. they’ve been on the public eye for nearly two years now, they have zero rumors, zero scandals, zero accusations, work hard, just do their thing, openly support the lgbtq+ community, all their coworkers like them, for fanfest in japan geminifourth, joong and phuwin went to force’s room in the middle of the night to hang out because their adore spending time with him, their previous directors adore them, p’film considers forcebook his actual children and p’new opens his arms for book to bear hug him whenever he sees him.

hell, even their old classmates from school came forward to say they were really nice people back then. that force was popular because he was friends with everyone and book was quiet but sweet.

when there’s actual deeply problematic actors out there. people who get accused of unspeakable things EVERY SINGLE DAY. and fans still defend them and give them 937482848384 chances.

it just doesn’t make sense to me. WHY would you be so obsessed with someone you don’t like? focus on your faves instead of complaining about other people just doing their job!!!!!!!!!!

i do usually call it “hate train” because it seems like everybody’s hopping on it just because it’s going around a lot.

but STILL. i see some criticism that’s just baffling. the way people will take forcebook’s words out of context and attack them with it, invent shit saying they’re nepotism babies (they are not). some even use forcebook’s friendship against them which is????? surreal. jobless behavior. go find a hobby or something else to do???? WHAT ARE YOU GAINING FROM ALL THIS?????

force and book are very open about their friendship and how it’s not perfect because they like being honest with us instead of painting a false image of their relationship, it’s not for people to turn it into weapons!! the disrespect is just so infuriating!

i’m not asking for everyone to start loving forcebook, just RESPECT THEM. or even ignore them. but don’t ruin things for them 😭😭😭 and us fans who are just trying to support them.

it’s okay! i wonder about the same things every single day. and i sincerely don’t know if i’m just too biased or something but i have never understood the amount of hate and still don’t because i would never do this to anyone. i never expected things to become like this.

but oh well :/

#anonymous #mj got mail!

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gamblersdoll · 25 days

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Hello~ I was wondering if I could maybe get something (headcanons, fic, anything, you can choose) where Guts and reader are a lot alike and they end up comforting each other? like maybe they aren’t together yet, but there’s a lot of chemistry there. And if possible I think it would be nice if it started out fluffy and then maybe got a little smutty? If it’s too complicated I understand. Thank you for reading and have a good day!

hi sweetheart, yes you can. thanks for your submission!🩶

cw: oral(f receiving) and fluff. pre eclipse and post eclipse, mention of death

when you and guts met, it wasn’t necessarily a good nor bad start, it was just, you both were there.

you were like each other, more to yourself. of course a great helping hand to the band, and of course you would go at each others throats, with the separation caused by griffith.

so at first you weren’t necessarily buddy buddy. but he respected you, although a woman– you could hold your own. and it led to small talks, talks of his past, never really about yours. (which, he kind of hated.) but, he would never miss the curve of your hands, or the heat radiating from your waist. he wouldnt miss the lingering glances on each other.

hes also amazed when are able so slightly to lift his sword– compared to others. yet you still were able to remain ‘soft.’

unfortunately for you, his heart was set on something else. or someone, you could never tell with that brute. and unfortunately that caused him to believe you weren’t interested, so he did end up having his heart set on something(one) else.

the nights you had to sleep next to each other, hes somewhat needy. but its a ‘i need warmth’.

and when the eclipse happened, everything changed within him. you, casca, guts, and ricket were the only standing survivors— minus casca losing her memory. and guts losing some parts of him.

“im coming with you.” you said, folding your arms in a stand.

“no, youre not.” he gruffed out, trying his hardest to move past you. you were quick, he would always give you that. “if you werent a woman-“

“-youd push me the fuck out the way, i know. but would you rather just die out there or have someone come save your ass?”

and you bet he needed you–what?

and you both are around a campfire, remembering the death of your friends, almost yourself. but he held you, trying your best to stay warm. this time, his and your hearts were somewhat pounding. remembering when you were much younger, going at each others throats because of how shut off you were from each other. you would mistake him as a brute, a careless person. and he mistaken you for a callous woman, someone who was only ready to snap back or look up with soft eyes.. yet in a battle field.

so how you ended up in this mans arms? you didnt know. currently on some hill under a tree while his and your weapon are dug into the soil of the earth. he only wishes that things were different between you and him, somewhat. and you were on the same page. you wouldnt be able to see how happy you were to opening up, (hence, causing him to open up more, and why he had an arm around your waist.)

so what was stopping you? fear. but guts was a ‘damned if i do damned if i dont’, and thats how you shared a kiss.

for a strong man, he was delicate with your lips, pepper kisses first, then he would put a hand on your cheek and kissing you softly. his skin would get goosebumps from the way your delicate hands would slide against his skin, crawl through his hair. and putting a hand on his arms.

and where were you now? on your back, with a large hand pinching your nipple and a mouth on your clit. your legs somewhat ached, being pried open by his arm and desperately lapping away at your folds. he had been wanting- no, needing this. he needed to know what you tasted like three damn years ago! but he had you now. he missed out on this?

and hes the one desperately needing you to cum, curling his tongue in your walls and making your delectable moans louder. he didnt care for himself being able to climax, but you? he was demanding that you did. and after you did, he was all over you.

he vowed himself to protect you, protect you from the enemy, especially griffith. and you vowed yourself to him, of course, you both did it silently. but that did not stop you both from waking up in each others arms and feeling each other’s breaths.

“dont leave, ‘kay?” he said, holding you in an arm and feeling the vibrations of his vocal cords on your head.

“im not, i promise.” you said, and thats how you both made promises— pinky promises.

#guts x reader #guts berserk #berserk #berserk guts #guts

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chippuyon · 1 year

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I’m honestly so glad they gave it a closed happy ending, there’s still a lot to grab in too

Miri just started high school and Rei and Kazuki have a restaurant now ! They seem very happy together, there’s a lot up to interpretation too. So we can go off with whatever 👁️👁️

THIS WAS THE BEST FINALE I COULD HAVE ASKED FOR MY VOICE IS HOARSE I ASSUMED FETAL POSITION MULTIPLE TIMES MY HEART IS STILL PUMPING

the action was AMAZING I told all of you the lighter was coming back and I was right I was goddamn right!!! It really did end up being a parting gift from Rei, but for his father and the organization :,)

oh god all the shots, beautiful, dynamic, muah muah the directors and animators put their whole pussies into this last episode

look at Rei breakdancing boy knows his moves

and we need to talk about how absolutely FERAL Kazuki was this ep thats my wifey 😊

and Rei's confrontation with his father, so amazing so fantastic, I'm still reeling over everything Rei said. I definitely get why they said the ending was surprising now.

"Miri, Kazuki, and I share a bond stronger than blood," "If my killer's blood gets in the way of that, and won't let me protect the two of them, then these hands have no purpose!" Me from the grave 6 feet under: 💀👍

Wait is that why Rei shoots his right arm? To permanently ruin his ability to kill? Is he normally right handed? I never noticed.

And then we get back to "You think we managed to change?" "We've still got a long ways to go" They believe they can change and they're working towards it!!

This might be the most beautiful image of them I ever saw, they're battle-worn but smiling at their daughter cause they won. And they fucking deserve it!!!!!!!

Miri's ANGELIC smile omg :((((

Then we got the timeskip which holy shit??? I totally called Miri's hairpin attached to her pocket as a design choice btw(Rei bad end art)

Screamed at this. It's the photo Kazuki and Rei had of them so I wonder if Miri doesn't have any other photos of her mother :( whether because she could never afford a camera or never bothered to or they were left forgotten in their old home.

Miri herself has grown up so well I'm crying. She's sassy and dramatic like Kazuki, but also calls him out on his bullshit like Rei. She really did get both their genes 🏳️‍🌈🫶

(we're going to ignore that drinking with girls comment which is wildly ooc because I wrote Kazuki's character /hj)

You would not believe how loud I screamed when I saw their little diner. Rei's french toast special omg...

Their designs too!?!? Kazuki beard truthers how does it feel to win.

THE BULLETIN BOARD. Miri growing up over the years IM SO EMOTIONALLL. Oh god and how most of the photos are Kazuki and Miri so it was probably Rei taking the photos, wanting to keep physical mementos of his family AHHHH

#JUSTRHGJHG #SO MANY THINGS HAPPENED #AND SOMEHOW THEY MADE IT WORK?????#i love you pa works(for now)#chip answers #buddy daddies #buddy daddies spoilers #long post #tw blood #oh and you bet your ass i will still be drawing for them #theres like 20 wips im holding on to

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ask-carmenpondiego · 14 days

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Chapter 21: No Place Like HQ For the Holidays

Once back at VILE HQ, the jet lands and the team disembarks, M procuring a wheelchair with his shadow powers and strapped Carmen in while he started to hum some carols. The mare sulked having to stay seated and not walking on her own. She did want to get up and about with these new augments so it wouldn’t slow her down. Deep down she knew it was for her own good and health to stay off her legs so they can heal properly within the cybernetic casing. “Can I at least have crutches?!” She had asked before they departed. “What? No! You put pressure on your arms the same way as your legs? You’ll blow the sutures and start bleeding all over my equipment!” She remembers Skyggja scolding her.

Blendin had already opened the double doors for the moving to begin. It didn’t take long for the HQ to be swarmed with flying and crawling drones carrying crates and boxes. Kiros went on ahead to help direct the drones with Skyggja’s help after Carmen explained which parts of the top floor was theirs. Carmen wheeled herself out of the way and into the living room, next to the big screen tv which blipped on by itself, 079’s face showing up rather annoyed. It took one look at Carmen and sighed. “Oh great. One of you is broken. This is why we cant have nice things..” She raised an eyebrow and smirked, “Good to see you too, 079. I’ll be adding two names to our household and they will be setting up a lab upstairs on the penthouse floor, so there may be another computer system connecting to ours. PLEASE behave and cooperate with these new agents. I don’t doubt they will attempt to delete you somehow if you start shit with them.” The ai rolled its eyes. “I’ll highly doubt they can but I suppose I can see what I can do to assist. I make no promises.” Carmen smiles and gives an awkward thumbs up, still getting used to the feel of the augments. “Thats all I ask, just a solid attempt in peaceful coexisting. I’ll even give you more monitors if you wish for around the HQ~” 079 gave a deadpan look with confetti and balloons on the screen. “Hooray. Now I wont have to squeeze into those abhorrent tiny screens on your mobile devices. Some of you really need to clear the phone storage from all that porn..”

Blendin hops over with a tablet to show his mother, “Hey Mom, I had some help with M and Kiros and.. 079? Anyway, we came together and we are working on a present for you! I am trying to share the knowledge of the ley line door travel system to your system so you can do what I do! Now, this stuff is super top secret so I could get in a whole lot of trouble for this if I’m caught BUT Kiros insisted that 079 will keep it under lock and key so no one else can track it! And there may be a way to even hook it up to your time machine! M said he’ll tinker with that later.”

Daring had wandered in and stayed a fair distance away and watched the two discuss the travel system. She scoffed as she saw Carmen get excited and hug Blendin, perhaps a little too tight. She didnt realize the added strength she had due to the new blood and augments, that is until he yelped. Daring was still trying to unfluff her feathers as she watched. She was glad a life wasn’t lost, even if it was one she still didnt trust. Perhaps she could tolerate her mother but she certainly kept her opinions known.

As far as she could tell, her brother had fallen right into his mother’s trap and just handed over the ability to steal everything from under everyone’s noses. There must be some way to stop it all. Her thoughts were jarred to a stop as striped arms suddenly wrapped around her from behind, picking her up and twirling her around, “Adora!!! This is a wonderful surprise!! Welcome home!! Lemme give you a big hug! Rrrrrrrr!” Waldo had snuck up on her in a way he would describe as very dad-like. Daring shrieked and flailed in his grasp, “Let me go! Help!” Carmen turned quickly, hearing the screech and instantly relaxed when she saw Wally try to be silly. “Wally!! Let her go, she’s not in the right mood right now.” He let her go with a playful pout, “Aww alright. I was just excited to see our baby girl again. You grew so tall! Look at you! Pretty soon you’ll fill out and be even more like your mom. She sure did give the attractive and smart genes to you, kids.” Daring huffed and straightened her clothes and tried smoothing out her feathers once again from puffing up “I am NOTHING like her! I may be glad she’s still here but I still think she’s up to no good!” She pointed to her smirking mother.

Wally looked over at Carmen for the first time since she came back and stopped short, worry plastered across his face. “My light! Are you ok? I heard there was an incident but it wasn’t specified how bad! What.. your hair, your arms.. legs.. your color.. what happened?!” Carmen started to explain, then when she heard the words coming from her own mouth, the realization of everything started to hit. Her eyes suddenly were pouring tears, and her new hands shook. She finally had a moment to truly process. She reached up to Wally who knelt down and embraced her so tightly, crying as well, “Please.. my light, please take this as a sign to stop. I know you are trying to help cure me but let’s.. just try to find a doctor or something. You’re risking your life to save mine, the accidents are getting more frequent and more dangerous… I want you to stop stealing. Please.” Carmen wiped her eyes, pulling away as she calmed down, making herself push the panic aside, “I can’t. I still have to try. Its what I’m good at, its what I do. Its not like they’ll accept me back into the detective programs..they’ll just throw me back into that horrible place to forget about me.” Blendin hugs his mom around the neck from behind the wheelchair, nuzzling comfortingly, “We wont let anyone take you or any of your agents away from us! And we’ll find a cure, Right Dad?” Wally smiled a little worriedly, “You said it. Now lets get you cleaned up and settled from that trip, maybe some relaxing time in front of the tv or something..” Carmen scoffed with some tears still brimming her eyes, “Relaxing in front of the tv? So I can get lazy and fat you mean?” She teased, wiping her eyes.

Daring crossed her arms and stood brooding from across the room. Ninoga and Kiros were lifting a heavy piece of furniture through the doorway and had to pass in front of Daring. She caught a glimpse of the muscles on both agents and blushed, looking away. “Excuse us, little snack. Don’t want to squish you.” Kiros chuckled with a low teasing rumble, winking at her. She turned scarlet in the face and hurried over to her family, “Guys, where’s the bathroom?!” Wally pointed just down the hall as Carmen looked at her and then at Kiros having a belly laugh while the young pegasus rushes off. “So THATS why it smells like Teen Spirit on Prom Night in the jet! Kiros! You are a scoundrel!”

Kiros shrugged as he held the furniture while Ninoga was pivoting, “I didn’t do a damn thing but I know you wouldn’t have me any other way!” He grinned, now on the move to set the furniture to its proper place. Lekir set a box down, which was picked up by a crawling drone and scuttled off, the vesk stepping out of its way with a bit of a gruff. “Its already like an infestation of these drones, you sure you wanna bring them here?” Carmen nodded, “I can tell this is the break they needed, just like they gave us a break. We have the room and they can be very helpful to us.” Lekir crouched beside her as Wally was busy looking through the tv channels. “How are you feeling? Any pain or anything?” She brushed her fingers through Carmen’s hair as Carmen put on a smile, “I feel great, I cant wait to try to get back on my feet. Wally wants me to relax… and to stop thieving.”

They look over to Wally who had been channel surfing and was currently dancing to some up beat music, occasionally singing along, before changing the channel again, “Mum!….Dad!…..Bingo!…..BLUEY! Man, Kid shows are so fun these days!… Ooooh baking competition! Thats not a cake!!… IT IS A CAKE!! Blendin! Are you seeing this?!” Lekir dropped her face to deadpan, “You? Stop thieving? Heh, thats not going to happen, is it?” She watches Wally pretty much jostle his son in excitement of a purse being sliced and revealing cake. “I will never be able to fathom what you see in him..” She stands up, her hands on her hips. Carmen smiles, “I dunno, he makes me laugh like theres not a care in the world.”

That night, after all the moving had calmed down, they all gathered around the dining room table. A couple stacks of pizza were on the kitchen island nearby, half already emptied. Carmen looked around as they all chattered, dishes and cups clinking, and all she could think about was that she had spent so much time trying to get to this point. But she found it was all worth it. She finally had connections with her family and made new family along the journey. She actually felt complete for once in a very long time.

The sounds of the gathering played over a speaker for a few moments more before a hand reached and switched it off. “This does not sound like a funeral dinner, does it?” A lower ranking gentleman in a suit lowered his head, “N-no sir. It does not.” The one in the chair facing him turned, picking up the umbrella that was placed onto the desk between them, inspecting it closely. “What does it sound like to you?” The younger rank, gulped, “A..a happy celebration, sir?” The blade sliced out from the tip and back in with a press of a button. “A happy celebration. Now. Your task was simple. I see no malfunction in your equipment so the failure rests with you. You told me, no. You ASSURED me that you would have this taken care of.” The lower rank stammers, “I made sure she was gravely hurt, at the very least, if she had a big enough injury, she would not continue.. we wouldn’t need to resort to eradicating her..” They look at the expressionless form of their higher rank. “It seems like you have forgotten what we stand for. Therefore, I will rectify your errors and put you on a path of clarity.”They press a few buttons on the console as a swarm of nanites suddenly covered the lower rank for a split moment and then returned to the opening they had come through. The lower rank just collapsing to the floor, all signs of life removed without cause nor damage or anything, as if every bit of life force was simply consumed and destroyed right from the source, without so much of a sound from the victim. Within moments, two workers came in and took the body to the incinerators. They press the intercom, “Send Mali Negatta into the field, we have a holiday gift to give the thief on this naughty list.”

A voice came over the intercom in return, “Hey all, this is Mali, I’m not available right now but I will return to accept any jobs starting in the new year! Otherwise, stop calling. Byieeee” The higher rank sighed and sat back in the chair. “What a christmas miracle. Well, all things come to those who wait..”

#mlp oc pony #carmen pondiego #ask blog #story update #ao3 fanfic #marehem #daring do #waldo #kiros #vasha vindragova #lekir #blendin #skyggja #sigryn #ninoga #asta #scp 079

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radioactivepeasant · 1 year

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Ambush! It's an unscheduled Free Day Thursday!

It's my b-day and I can break my scheduling rules if I darn well please. And yes, it's more Meddling Mar. I'm chipping away at Faulty Info writer's block and working on a different project for a bit usually rejuvenates my writer brain.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

As much as he hated to admit it, the monks' disgusting "desert lily" juice did do a lot to make Jak less lethargic and thirsty. Not that he would ever admit it. It was embarrassing enough when the monks would come each day to make him practice walking. He hated that he had to lean on them for support just to get to the latrine. It had been days, right? Why did he still feel so weak? He'd been able to run mere minutes after the final dark eco injection!

Part of him wondered if perhaps he healed faster when he was in imminent danger. If the dark eco merely kept his body moving and in fighting condition, just waiting for the next chance to come out. Maybe it just went back to being a detriment when he was truly at rest. But how would he know? Jak didn't think he'd actually had a chance to sleep in since- well, probably since before he convinced Daxter to go to Misty Island with him.

By the third day, he was sick of it. Sick of the medicine, sick of feeling helpless, and sick of the boring beige clay covering metal wallframes imperfectly. So when Mar once again suggested an escape, he was pretty sure he could force his legs to keep moving long enough to see something other than this stupid recovery ward.

"There's stairs right when you get through the door," Mar told him as he hauled himself out of bed. "I haven't tried going up yet, but I know there's always somebody downstairs."

"Well let's just start with me not falling down the stairs and cracking my head open," Jak answered flatly. "Did either of you see what they did with my goggles?"

Mar lifted blankets and pillows, then turned to shrug. "Maybe we'll find them upstairs?"

Tugging Jak's arm with one hand, and grabbing Daxter's hand with the other, Mar tried to pull them out of the alcove. He was eager to leave, and with his brothers both awake, now was the perfect time.

"So!" A booming voice echoed through the ward, curtailing the boys' escape attempt. "You've come back from the dead, have you?"

Jak instinctively shoved Mar behind him and whirled to face the door. The man blocking the exit wasn't the tallest person he'd ever seen, but his shoulders were broad and his frame was solid enough that Jak knew he wasn't going to be able to just push past him.

"And here my monks were, ready to pray for you."

The man folded his arms across his chest and smirked.

Daxter tensed up and pointed. "Jak! It's-!"

Mar scowled. "Thats-"

"The Snitch?"

The man's smirk stretched into a sharp grin that put Jak in mind of a shark.

"I'm afraid I'm here to ruin your escape attempt again, little Secret."

"Um."

Jak frowned and fruitlessly tried to push Mar behind him again, towards the beds.

"What are you talking about?"

The horned man -- or crowned or something -- strolled into the ward like he owned the place. "Well, every time I ask his name, he says it's "A Secret," after all."

He tilted his head towards Mar, that strange smile still glued on.

"Hmm, maybe I should have asked before. Do you prefer to go by "A-Sec"? Or "Cret"?"

Mischief sparkled in his dark eyes.

"What about "Seek"? Should we call you Seek?"

Mar's face twisted in confusion. "You're weird."

Daxter snorted. "That is not the worst nickname you coulda gotten, kid. Trust me."

"Where are we?" Jak demanded.

Fatigue pulled at his limbs, draining his resolve faster than he'd expected. But he didn't want to go back to bed, not until he had some answers.

"How did we get here? Who are you people?!"

"The nation of Spargus, I fished you out of the Strider Range, and Damas, king of Spargus, in that order," the man answered archly.

A king?!

In hindsight, Jak thought that might have explained the weird spikes coming out of his skull. But it didn't explain much else.

"Spargus?"

He said the name slowly, and fought back a yawn.

"Wait, nobody lives outside Haven's walls!" Jak sputtered, "Not a whole city!"

"Ah, yes." The king’s tone was dry. "We are the...forgotten ones. The refuse of cities like Haven, thrown out and left to die."

Oh.

Jak supposed it made sense that he wasn't the first person Haven had done this to, but it still managed to surprise him.

"Sounds like us," he muttered bitterly.

"Mm." The king stepped forward, straight into the little alcove where the boys had been sleeping. "Right: back to bed with you."

Mar shook his head fiercely. "Go away! It's not bedtime!"

Damas didn’t look offended. If anything, he looked amused.

"It is for Jak, little one. The sooner he sleeps off this ordeal, the sooner we can integrate you into the city."

The brothers glanced at each other.

"Who said we wanted to be part of your city?" Jak demanded.

"We're trying to get to some place called the Lighthouse."

All at once, Damas threw back his head and laughed.

"The light- the Lighthouse?" He shook his head and spread his arms wide. "Young one, you're in the Lighthouse!"

Daxter hopped up to the bed when it became obvious that this Damas guy wasn't going to let them leave.

"Uh, hate to interrupt here but- aren't lighthouses usually, y'know, near water?"

Damas smirked. He bent down and scooped up Daxter without so much as a by-your-leave, then held the offended ottsel up to the window cut into the stone wall.

"Tell me what you see."

It was the first time Daxter had gotten close to the window. He gripped the sill as a wave of nostalgia crashed over him.

The air was clean, and clear.

He could see so far-!

"It's...it's the ocean!" he gasped.

"Jak! Jak, we made it to the ocean! And the water is still clean!"

"You serious?!"

Jak scrambled up onto the bed to peer out the higher window overhead.

Sure enough, seabirds wheeled over an endless expanse of blue. Waves rolled and crashed as though they'd never heard of all the pollution of Haven, and Jak could have sworn he glimpsed something absolutely massive moving under the water.

It was so much like the view from Sentinel Beach.

Even after standing in the ruins of Samos’s hut, Jak knew that this was the closest he'd felt to home.

Damas set Daxter down and leaned casually against the wall.

"So. A couple children from Haven, trying to make it to unmarked shores. What were you hoping to accomplish?"

Caught up in nostalgia, Jak absently answered, "As long as I can see the ocean, I'm still free."

Surprise creased the king’s forehead, followed by an unexpected understanding.

He nodded slowly.

"You'd be surprised how many of us come to Spargus with the same thoughts."

Something wry and a little self-deprecating crossed his face.

"And how many of us get here on the edge of death’s door, like you. The Lighthouse represents the hope of both freedom and rescue to those stranded by their enemies. Once we're rescued, though, our lives belong to each other and the nation of Spargus, to be used for the city's good."

Jak dropped from the window to crouch on the bed, and a dark, suspicious look entered his eyes.

"What do you mean "belong to"?"

If he noticed the boy’s abruptly hostile tone, Damas didn’t indicate it. He shrugged and tipped his head back as though deep in thought.

"Out here, strength and survival are what Wastelanders respect the most. We live in a harsh land, boy. In order for there to even be a nation to accept the exiled, we all had to work to reclaim enough desert to live on."

Damas pushed off of the wall and scooped up the mortar and pestle on the table. Ignoring Jak's groan, he began methodically grinding up one of the last two leaves of Desert Lily.

"Everyone pulls their weight in Spargus," he said, lifting the pestle to point at Jak, "Be they king or recent rescue. Some serve as warriors, some as scouts. Some make things, some tend animals, some teach and tend to what few children we are granted. Without one link, the chain falls apart."

Damas straightened and looked from Jak to Daxter to Mar, more serious now.

"Let that be your first lesson in this city: through unity, we survive. If one person shirks or throws their work onto the shoulders of another, we all suffer for it."

Daxter folded his arms and scoffed. "Somebody tell Haven that. Right, Jak?"

Jak's frown was more pensive than suspicious now.

"Does everyone live by that?" he asked pointedly, "Or just you?"

The shark grin came back.

"Oh I learned it from an old woman here, when I was the half-dead stray. Those who have been here longer than twenty years all learned the value of unity long ago."

While Jak pondered the implications of that, Damas poured a little water into a bowl. Carefully, he tipped the mortar just enough for the bitter, gel-like juices and eco of the plant to slide into the water without splashing. After a moment's stirring, the king lifted the bowl to his own lips and took a sip. Instantly, he made a face and put it down.

"Ecch. That's not well filtered. I'm going to get a cheesecloth."

He stepped out of the alcove and began rummaging through the supplies the monks had lined up neatly on carts between alcoves.

Mar blinked twice. "What...what does cheese have to do with Jak's medicine?! Why are you so weird?!"

Bemused, Damas shook his head and turned his attention back to the search. "It's- It's for straining. I do not know -- Ah, there's one! -- I do not know why it is called a cheesecloth either."

"Because you pour the whey into it to catch the curds when you're making yakkow cheese," Daxter supplied idly. "Whey goes through the weave, curds don't. Get it? Cheese-cloth, for cheese-making."

Catching Mar's surprised look, Daxter shrugged. "Kid, I went from the brat who mucks out the barn to owning my own pub. I know everything we use yakkows for. Everything."

Mar wrinkled his nose. "We didn't have any yakkows left when we got the Rift boat working. Metalheads ate em all."

Jak recoiled. "All of them?! What- what about old Zeb? What happened to him?"

He wasn't sure he wanted to know.

Sure, he'd known on a cognitive level that everyone who had lived in Sandover was long dead now. But when Mar had been living in the immediate aftermath of his departure, it was hard to think of the old folks dying. Especially if it had been in front of his younger self.

Mar shrugged with the careless nonchalance of childhood. "I dunno. Everybody that didn't get eaten moved to the jungle to hide in the Precursor ruins. We went back and forth a lot the first two years."

Jak's shoulders fell, and he nodded. "At least somebody survived, I guess."

"Samos always complains that it woulda been more if you'd gone back with us." Mar rolled his eyes. "Like he wasn't the guy who made you stay behind in the first place."

As he returned to filter the medicine, Damas read the small boy's signs in mild bewilderment. Rather quickly, he decided he wasn't going to poke that bear. Not while the boys were still recovering and in a potentially volatile state.

Samos was a name he recognized -- that Precursor History nut from the court of Haven, as he recalled, grandson of the last Green Eco sage. Damas had always found the man irritating. It seemed as if the little one, at least, shared his opinion.

"Mar, stop." Jak set his jaw and kept his signs low, partially out of sight. "We'll talk about it later."

The boy probably thought he'd been very discreet, but considering they were communicating with the lingua franca of Spargus, it was really pretty obvious. It was as if they believed they were the only signers present! Damas tucked the thought away to ponder later, preoccupied with the sign he guessed was little "Seek's" abbreviated name.

It bore a distinct similarity to his own son's nickname.

#surprise free day thursday #jak and daxter #meddling mar au #jak and daxter au #jak and daxter mar #dadmas #king damas #ENTER THE DADMAS #man steps inside and immediately starts cracking dad jokes. probably because he knows they go over everyone's head #continuation #daxter probably knows a lot about food and food preparation considering he actually managed to turn Krew's saloon into something functional #playing with the orignal game script to reflect what i feel a more developed game would be like #although to my chagrin there actually is a doylist reason for the Arena of Death #it's a mini version of all the game-overs you could face once you get the gate pass and go out in the desert #the darn thing actually has a useful function #Jak and Mar still don't realize literally every adult in Spargus can understand them. Their names are the worst-kept secret in Spargus

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lqvcrz-inc · 2 years

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1:50 A.M. || Choi Seungcheol. [ warnings : death, lots of 30 second repetition, i didn't proof-read this...]

"Seungcheol 🫶"

30 seconds. thats how long it takes for a life to change. thats how long it takes for a life to end, for a life to start.

30 seconds. thats how long it takes to miss a call. to ignore a call.

you stared as the caller i.d disappeared.

"Seungcheol 🫶"

you were mad at him. some would even say you hated him at the moment. why should you answer? the last thing he said to you was how much he wished you were never a part of his life. how much he wished you would disappear. your own boyfriend, saying how much he wanted you gone. saying how much he wished you would leave. if you were being honest, you wished for the same thing. you wouldn't care if he disappeared either.

until he did.

you jumped as your phone began ringing for the third time that night.

"Seungcheol 🫶"

you hit the red decline button and threw your phone on your bed. the bed you two shared. the bed where he first said how much he loved you, how much he needed you. you wondered how much of your relationship was a lie. how many words he said that he didn't mean. how many times you've held hands where he thought about how much he wished you would disappear. how many times he would hold you in his arms when you broke down where he wished you would just shut up and leave him alone.

"Seungcheol 🫶"

you grabbed your phone. of course he would call a fourth time, he was persistent. you wouldn't answer. he didn't deserve your time. he didn't deserve to apologize to you. but you answered anyways. it hurt too much to ignore him. you couldn't let 2 of the happiest years of your life go to waste.

"what the fuck do you want?"

silence. there wasnt anything but a song playing on the other line. your song. the song you two would listen to all the time. the song he played for you when you first met. the song that was playing anytime you two got into a car together. the song he played anytime you two fought. the song he played as an apology.

"what the fuck cheol? you think that's gonna work? wow. this isn't some small stupid argument you can just come back from. don't call me back until you get the balls to apologize to me like a fucking man."

and you hung up on him.

that's when you heard the sirens. thats when it hit you. it hit you harder than anything had ever hit you before. you prayed that the conclusion you had just come to in your head wasnt reality. you hoped and prayed to god that it wasn't what you were thinking.

you grabbed your phone and ran to your door. you pulled on your jacket and slid your shoes on before swinging the door open and running out of the apartment. you ran towards the sounds and the lights. you didn't stop running until you finally saw the ambulance. the ambulance and the police cars.

the gasp left your mouth before you could register what you were seeing.

fire. it was on fire.

you ran towards the scene. you got as close as you could without the police telling you to stay back. you knew who's car it was faster than you liked. you didn't want to know who it was. you were hoping it was just the same model. maybe it was just the same color? maybe they had the same stickers on the windshield.

these were the things you hoped for. these were the things you wished were true. these are the things you thought would be reality.

that was until they pulled him out of the car.

that was until you saw his face. until you saw his hair, his clothes. until you saw him.

it was seungcheol.

you didn't know it was possible to scream as loud as you did. the emotions you were feeling, you didn't know you could feel them. every moment after that seemed unreal. it all seemed like it should have been a dream, suddenly you didn't know what to do, suddenly every plan you had for the future that included him came crashing down like a building with a poor foundation.

you couldn't do anything, you couldnt move or yell. the only words that left your mouth were "this isn't real." because it shouldn't have been. this had to be a dream. you fell asleep after he left. you fell asleep and now you're having this horrible nightmare.

you watched as they dragged his body onto the road. you watched as they checked his pulse. you watched as the paramedic yelled that he wasn't breathing. you watched as they rushed around, grabbing anything that could possibly save him, grabbing the stretcher.

you knew it was too late. he was gone. the man you loved, your boyfriend. the only thing you could think was that you should have answered. if you would have answered, maybe you could have saved him. maybe you could have helped in some way. you could have gotten him out. if you would have answered, maybe your heart wouldn't be breaking into a thousand pieces. maybe your brain wouldn't be racing with thoughts of his lifeless body.

"clear!"

the defibrillators were against his bare chest, trying to bring him back. but it was too late, he was gone.

30 seconds. 30 seconds is all it takes to ruin somebodys life, for someones future to end, for someone to lose all meaning, for someone to regret saying things they didn't mean.

30 seconds. 30 seconds is all it takes to realize you didn't hate them, you were just mad.

30 seconds.

#seventeen #seventeen angst #angst #kpop angst #choi seungcheol #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop drabble #wip #kpop wip #seventeen wip #kpop scenarios #kpopidol #explore #seventeen seungcheol #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol angst

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diagonal-queen · 8 months

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thungo thursday: how the hell did we get here so fast

'dad never even came to pick me up' SAME AYA LMAOO

they really did make the right choice for bram's va. i don't remember his name but all i know is that he's a seasoned anime va, but it like REALLY fits him fr

i'll never get over how much i love this intro you guys like it's so chaotic and colourful and dark and granrodeo is so good and this song especially is so epic and kishow supremacy

OH MY GOD watching chuuya struggle to breathe is like stressing me out so much that i need to pause and take deep breaths of my own lmao

AYO WHY DOES DAZAI LOOK LIKE A CRYPTID LMAOOOO

also i'm so jealous of him being able to cup sigma's cheek while I cannot

dazai and sigma are so weird to me as a ship because most of the ships i like are '[character that is just like me] + [character who i would have a crush on if i knew them]' but i kin both dazai and sigma so it's like watching the two opposite sides of me frolick around and it's so chaotic

sigma, literally drowning: 😰😰😰😰😰 dazai, also drowning: •-•

if i had a nickel for every time dazai stood on sigma's back/shoulders while they were breaking out of prison i'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice

(yes i know i use that meme format a lot NO I WON'T STOP)

WET CAT SIGMA (and no i didn't replay the sounds of him gasping for air, why on earth would you think that)

we have both now <3333333333 thumbs up dazai best dazai

imagine someone asks atsushi how he knew to do things or how he had the mind to move forward and he replies 'the voices' but like he's deadly serious and it actually was the voices

wait dazai literally did that to sigma in prison didn't he shfkjhdhgjkhsk

wait so in the manga sigma can read russian, but in the anime he can't? is bones actively bimbo-ifying characters??? how are we letting this slide

akutagawa doing some goku type shit is the funniest thing ever bro actually said 'SHIAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH'

bones you don't need to remind us all about how much you fucked up akutagawa's death scene ok. his dub va literally predicted that his death would be done poorly and he was RIGHT ABOUT IT

(who would win. gonta and monokuma vs dazai and akutagawa)

if dazai's got a broken leg and losing blood very quickly then why is he grunting and moaning like that huh what's that all about

YEAH GET FUCKED FYODOR LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO

fyodor: because of dazai you realised something about yourself sigma...[describes me, dia, in disturbingly accurate detail]

i'm sorry but the gay agenda has warped me into viewing a man putting a gun to the head of a man on his knees not as a serious and threatening crime but as foreplay. this is what the gays are doing to today's youth. way cup america

brams life must suck. imagine life exactly the same except you can't frolick in the sun, smell roses, wear silver jewellery, finger gun yourself in the mirror or eat garlic bread. also the 'lacking a body and personal autonomy' thing but who needs those amirite

OH MY GOD THE GIRL **WAS** BRAM'S DAUGHTER!!!!! IT WAS HIS KID THE WHOLE TIME!!!!! YOU GUYS OH MY GOD/??????!!??!!???!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i don't even feel bad for laughing when fyodor started having his mental breakdown like bro what is that face. is this what nikolai sees every night??? man no wonder he went insane

tfw they fisheye atsushi from afar while he's being stabbed in his vitals

i hope they have a stash of strepsils for atsushi's va in the recording studio

BRO WHY IS FYODOR MOANING TF

yknow that episode when teruko aged tachihara down to a child and he looked rounder and stuff? thats fyodor right now

no but actually imagine being pulled so hard that your leg and arm come off OUCHIES what is it with people and taking atsushi's body parts and like stroking them or whatever. if it were me, the only body part of atsushi's i'd be stroking is his di

fyodor you're a great character but i can't help but notice that you just stabbed my husband and then kicked him in the face. unfortunately you have no choice but for me to ruthlessly kill you dead

so much is happening rn i feel bad for the anime onlys who have to process all this shit within one episode whereas we got several chapters to soak it into our skull sponges

yeah, me too sigma. me too

LMAO DAZAI CALLED CHUUYA A BITCH????? THEY LITERALLY BICKER EVERY TIME THEY INTERACT WHY IS THIS PARTICULAR THING SO FUNNY TO ME

maybe its just cus like 'bitch' is a funny word especially. they can call each other 'ass' and 'bastard' and 'dick' all they want but nothing tops a good 'bitch!!'

hold on bones no. NO. you can't do that. dazai was shot once in the head by chuuya, then he smiles and laments before the scene ends and it's left ambiguous if he dies or not. YOU CAN'T JUST HAVE CHUUYA USING HIS CORPSE AS TARGET PRACTICE

asagiri: i wonder how i should design one order flowey from undertale: asagiri: amazing. brilliant. this will be perfect

well, fuck. im terrified for next week!!

#thungo thursday #i miss gogol i want him to save the world #OR I WANT Q TO COME BACK AND THEY DO IT #OR I WANT THE GANG FROM THAT ONE CHAPTER (MUSHITARO LOVECRAFT KATAI AND KAJII) TO COME BACK AND DO IT THAT WOULD BE THE GREATEST THING EVER #i just need this story to have a happy ending thats all i want for them please asagiri dont

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surshica · 10 months

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NONSENSE

: CYJ — wait what? (chapter 1)

Okay right let’s start at the beginning, maybe hopefully. my name is choi yeonjun and i was bitten by a radioactive spider well ever so recently. and for like a good four months i have been seoul’s one true perfect spider-man! you know the rest..i’m a lead singer in my groups band, joined many clubs just so it’d look good on my resume, haven’t fallen in love yet—thats actually a lie. saved many civilians. passed my exams. ate a lot of food with friends and family, i somehow even performed a commercial with a popular skin brand company! but yet even as spider-man with all the courage i still don’t have the courage to talk to her. her name is yn ln, truly the smartest bravest and caring person ever. and to be honest i’m hoping one day i’ll be able to brag to her that yeah i’m spider-man and she’ll fall straight into my arms~ too much? sorry..ANYWAYS. i would’ve never thought i would be a hero, if you told me that when i was back in highschool i would’ve looked you dead in the eyes and tell you to seek professional help. but besides all the constant beat downs the bruises the cuts the deep wounds i still find a way to stand up and fight. why? because i am spider-man—

“YEONJUNNNN” the timing was almost as perfect you could get. from the informality to the way it sounded like a bird screeching told him enough to know who it was. the obvious wasn’t need but the annoyance was needed, a groan rumbled from his lips. shutting his locker only to see a big smiling beomgyu.

his cheeky smile as if he knew he did something wrong but didn’t care in the slightest. “hyung!” beomgyu added softly at the end sticking out his tongue earning a slap to the back of the head from soobin.

“i’m glad soobin did it..i would’ve knocked the shit out of you” yeonjun scowled stuffing a notebook in his shoulder bag. beomgyus wondering eyes caught wind of the notebook. “what’s that? show me!!!!” he reached into the bag to grab it.

yeonjun grabbed his sleeve making beomgyu hit himself on the face “stop snooping. plus you already know what it is..” beomgyu punched yeonjun on the shoulder with his other hand roughly making yeonjun jump back slightly due to the pinch.

“it’s for your little hallway crush huh! HUH!” he insisted, yeonjun rolled his eyes knowing what he was trying to get at. “where is kai and tae?” yeonjun faced his attention to soobin completely ignoring beomgyu.

beomgyu was like a little pest in the wind to yeonjun, maybe even the devil on his shoulder. “they’re already at the tree waiting for us, we were gonna meet you there but someone over here decide to come annoy you!” soobin sided the beomgyu.

“hmm gee i wonder who.” beomgyu stuck out his lips again before walking off the outdoor part of the campus with the two trailing behind him. the weather was beautiful today thankfully. the past few other days have been either rainy or too hot.

the sun beamed down on the three as the door opened to the park like area of the campus, it seemed almost crowded here. only cause the weather plenty of kids often refuse to come out here on any other day.

the tree was a perfect spot. it was the go to spot. yeonjun sighed sliding down the tree his legs sprawling out infront of him, “whatd i kill for a nice iced americano right now..”yeonjun groaned grabbing his notebook from his shoulder bag laying next to him.

he threw his arm over his eyes so he could look around without the sun beaming down harshly on his eyes, his curious eyes wondered around as if he was looking for a certain someone. and there he found you with your close friends and older sister,

his eyes subconsciously moved up and down your figure. not in some hungry way but rather in adoration. he had always found your beauty to be unmatched, he would take pictures but that’s creepy..

a quick glance up and down was all he needed to start the sketch. new fresh page with some colorful pencils and pens. oh how he loved your laugh he loved everything about it, he loved the way you cover your mouth when you giggle when your eyes squint when your dimples pop out.

he could go into full account detail of everything he loved about you from the hair down to the legs. the talks around him started to fade, not because they were leaving him but rather because he was too focused on drawing you.

“yeonjun hyung did you see that fat bird?” hueningkai had looked at his hyung, “hyung?” he pouted poking yeonjun.

“he’s busy..” taehyun crossed his arms to his chest closing his eyes, “he’s in his im drawing my love of my life who doesn’t know me!” he snarked.

“he’s delusional but it’s okay!” soobin smiled stuffing pieces of bread pastries in his mouth, “she may not know yeonjun hyung but when she sees him she’ll def be head over heels!” soobin nodded his head as assurance to his words.

“do you think so?” yeonjun has cocked up his left eyebrow every so slightly, his eyes not leaving her and the sketchbook.

“no but hey we love our delusions!” beomgyu cut off soobin before he could say anything eating an honest laugh from taehyun,

“fuck you too gyu!” yeonjun muttered putting up the middle finger still not bothering to look at him and his messy wolfcut. yeonjun looked up to where yn was but to his dismay she was gone

he raised one of his eyebrows confused, she usually hung out in that area so why would she leave? was all her could ask himself. a sigh rolled off his lips as he shut his notebook stuffing it back into his bag.

“did you see that group of guys at the tree?” kazuha had poked yn’s left arm to get her attention. yn shook her head no an obvious lie that even a baby could tell from. she had noticed them the minute they sat down at the tree. the one sliding down the tree had made her interested a litte, “well there was this cute dude and i think he was drawing one of us” kazuha blushed twirling her hair slightly

“why are you so giggly for?” wonyoung asked the giggling girl. “what they were cute and kept looking our way!” the girl tried to justify, “oorrr it’s just because you have the hots for them!” keeho rolled his eyes

yn smiled slightly as she messed with her fingernails, “i mean i guess they were kinda cute. well one was thats for sure..his black hair the short mullet, it…suits him well”

“oh do you mean yeonjun? he’s a sweet guy. kinda mysterious though.” wonyoung smiled at yn, “why do you have the hots for him?” she teased the girl causing her to roll her eyes slightly. yn shook her head tilting it to the side afterwards, “i would like to get to know him better, i have him for labs..”

keeho looked at wonyoung whom had a slight smirk on her face. “we can play some cupid!” “NO CUPID.” soyeon flicked wonyoungs forehead.

“okay class i’ll be putting you into duos! and no you cannot pick your partners. i know i know shame boo hoo.” your teacher cried sarcastically and explained your project, he called names by names; when he called keeho’s name you were sadly not paired with him.

it seemed like forever since he had called her name, “lastly yn and yeonjun!” yn’s lips parted in a small o. she was going to grab her things but yeonjun was one step ahead of her as he walked over to her.

“you’re mullet boy..” yn said a little loudly so he heard, he tilted his head slightly with a confused expression “what??” he managed to get out with a small chuckle, “well it’s just that you’re mullet looks good on you. most people can’t pull it off well..but you can” she blurted out without a thought. his ears turned red slightly, yn’s eyes were very much fixated on his his facial structure that unmatched truly

yeonjun’s ears started to turn more red. he was flustered. “i was…i was going to cut it off but now that you said it looks good i might keep it” he smiled gummy-ly at her.

yn caught wind that she was staring so she cleared her throat. wiping her hands on her cloak, “so what should we start on? i was thinking maybe we can create some kind of slime like substance!” yn stated shooting casual glances at yeonjun, “…but now that i think about it that doesn’t sound good…” she chuckled awkwardly

“no no that sounds like a good idea! we can be like that one girl from big hero 6, whats her name?” yeonjun tried to recall the fictional girls name. “honey lemon!” yn gasped, “i didn’t know you watched it, most people here don’t like those things..”

“well i am not most people! i love that movie it’s one of my personal favorites from disney” he was standing so he leaned his body against the lab tables, his hands were stuffed in his lab pockets.

the rest of the class went by pretty smoothly, the two got to know eachother more and got to start working on their project. its like they clicked the minute they started to talk to eachother. yeonjun though was a mess he kept stumbling and tripping over his words whenever he felt her eyes fixated onto him.

the bell had rung meaning that class session was over, he had no other classes that day but she still had another one with most of her friends. yeonjun was walking out the door with his dorm keys in his pocket and phone in his hands, “yeonjun wait!” yn’s voice called from behind.

“before you go can i see your phone real quick?” she asked holding out her hand, confused he unlocks it and hand it over to her “i mean sure” she smiles at him quickly scrolling to find contacts,

entering her digits and name onto his contact list, she even sent a small text to herself from his phone, handing it back to him. “you left before i could do this” she smiled at him, “lets meet up sometime for the peoject” she happily said before quickly rushing off to her next class.

he had look down at his phone and it was her name and number, his mind went completely blank for a few minutes as he just stood there near the door of the classroom. he blinked multiple times to see if this was a dream, he looked sound and back down at his phone “wait what.”

AVENGERS RADIO STATION: yeah so uhm no spider-man content in this one but i assure you there’ll be some in chapter two because this is more of an introduction than anything..

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could you do a peter parker (mcu) x reader where reader is touch starved but doesnt tell peter bc she doesnt want him to think she's annoying or clingy but then he finds out and tells her he doesnt care lots of fluff at the end (if you dont wanna write this thats completely ok! i love your work so much <3)

warnings: angst and one swear

a/n: thank you so much lovely!! sorry for the wait omg but comfort fics are my absolute favorite so i adored this idea <3 happy reading

you’re huddled under your blankets while mindlessly scrolling on your phone. you’ve been in bed for the better part of the day, your only company your stuffed animals. you feel rather lonely as of late. the lack of human interaction you’ve had certainly isn’t helping.

you grab a stuffed animal, hugging it to your chest with a huff. you throw the blankets over your head so they engulf you completely. to further distract from your sorrows, you tap on tiktok and continue to scroll away.

you’d tried texting peter, but all your messages have gone unanswered. he must be busy, as per usual. you’re used to it. you understand. he’s got a lot on his plate, being a straight-A’s student by day and superhero by night.

nevertheless, peter is an incredible boyfriend. every ounce of his free time is spent with you, and he always finds a way to make up for what isn’t. peter loves you dearly, you know that. he just hasn’t been around as much as you wish he was recently.

you long to hold him close, kiss his soft lips, listen to his stories about spider-manning and the sweet nothings he whispers in your ears. you’d never want to bother him with that, though. he has enough going on already.

you’re watching someone apply one hundred layers of plumping lip gloss when you hear your bedroom door creak open. you shut off your phone and pull down the covers to investigate. light from the hallway creeps in, burning your eyes.

“y/n? you there?”

although your vision is blurred, you recognize the voice as peter’s. you squint to see him in the darkness.

“uh, yeah. come in,” you murmur. you sound hoarse, those being the first words you’ve spoken today.

peter quietly closes the door behind him. he takes a seat at the edge of your bed, you sitting up and bringing your knees to your chest.

“your mom let me in,” peter explains, glancing over at you. “i got your texts. i was catching up on some homework, and…” he shoots you a smile. “i figured i’d check in on you instead.”

he sets a hand on your shoulder, fingers running up and down. warmth washes over your body.

“how’re you doing, sweetness? is everything okay?” peter wonders. “i’m fine,” you reply on autopilot, “why wouldn’t i be?” your brows knit together, peter still smiling reassuringly. “seems like something’s bugging you. i don’t wanna push, but i think we should talk about it,” he encourages.

“what are you on about, peter? i just told you, i’m fine,” you force a laugh. “no, i know. i know,” peter coos, nodding quickly. “whenever you’re ready, i’m here to listen.” he rubs your shoulder. you shake your head, face hot from your growing anger. “you don’t believe me,” you state.

peter waits a beat before he responds.

“i never said that. i’m only offering you the space to-“

“i’m fucking fine, okay?” you cut him off, although the tears that fill your eyes contradict you.

peter removes his hand from your shoulder, a frown forming on his lips. he begins to scoot away from you. losing his touch is enough to push you over the edge.

“wait, don’t!” you cry out, capturing peter’s arm in both your hands. “come back, peter. please. i- i-“

the tears now streaming down your face, you tug peter towards you. you’re gripping onto him in a desperate attempt to keep him from moving. concern flashes across peter’s features.

“y/n, what’s wrong?” he asks, almost in a whisper. “i- i miss you. i don’t mean to be clingy or whatever, but i just-“ you struggle to catch your breath, your tears and snot mixing together. “i just want you to hold me, peter. no, i need you to hold me. please?” you sob.

“oh,” peter breathes, finally understanding. “oh! oh my god, of course! c‘mere, angel.”

you instantly crawl into peter’s lap. peter tightens his arms around your middle, your own arms curling around his shoulders. you dig your nails into him to hold him in place. he kisses the tears off both your cheeks, then your chin, then leaves one last kiss on your forehead. it lingers even after his lips detach from your skin.

“i love you so much, y/n. what do you need, angel?“ peter’s eyes search for yours. “this,” you give him a teary smile. “just this. just you. i love you, too,” you sigh, easing your grasp at his shoulders.

you press the side of your face against his chest so you can listen to his steady heartbeat. he kisses the top of your head.

“you could’ve told me you were feeling this way, hm?” peter reminds you, bringing a hand up so he’s supporting you by the small of your back. “i dunno. i was worried you’d think i’m annoying, or needy, or something like that,” you counter.

“hey, hey,” peter speaks lowly. “all you want is a little extra love. i’m more than happy to give it to you,” he grins. you let out the biggest breath of relief. “thank you, peter. thank you. in that case, don’t let me go,” you hide your face further in his cozy, sweater clad chest.

he squeezes your waist in response.

“never.”

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