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beom9yus · 8 months

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please. -choi yeonjun x reader

: afab!reader x yeonjun — you’re watching a movie when you notice yeonjun acting a little weird. the morning after is when things really start to unfold…

: sub!yeonjun, sex w/o condom, slapping yeonjun’s ass a lot lol…, a little bit of oral?yeonjun receiving, totally fucked out and overstimulated yeonjun of course—i know how i like to write him teehee, kinda soft at the end[no pun intended]

: 2k words — happy very late yeonjun birthday!!

Today was weekly movie night.

A night where all of you guys hung out together and watched a movie of whoever’s choice it was. Last week was your turn, and this time it was Soobin’s.

“Soobin bro, what kind of movie is this?! Why’re we watching Fifty Shades of Gray as a group you weirdo,” Beomgyu was bickering with Soobin about his movie choice.

Soobin only scoffed and crossed his arms, his bunny lips in a pout while he talks, “Hey! It was my turn this week, and this is the movie I want to watch so suck it up! It’s probably not even that bad and you guys are making a big deal out of it!” As they continued bickering, you couldn’t help but laugh at how crazy they both are. You turn to Taehyun, who’s on his phone scrolling, not paying any mind to the argument. He’s only here to spend quality time with the group anyways. You turn to see that Kai was also watching them bicker with a smile on his face, they were too entertaining.

Finally, your eyes were on Yeonjun. You were sitting next to him and he looked…nervous? He’s never this quiet, like, ever. Worried, you touch his arm, not missing the way he jumped a little while he turns his head to look at you. You wish you could stop the way your heart beats rapidly, almost scared it was going to pound out of your chest. Maybe you liked Yeonjun. Ok, you did like him, but nobody had to know. You don’t want to ruin anything, things are already perfect and you don't want anything to change.

“Y/n..?”

You finally snapped out of your hazy thinking, eyes finally looking at the pretty orange-dyed hair man in front of you. “Oh, sorry, I spaced out.” He just smiles at you and nods. “Um, but, are you okay Jjun? You seem kind of..like, nervous or something. Are you hurt? Or do you feel unwell?” Yeonjun just looks at you, finally registering your words and shaking his head quickly, “ah no, no, I’m okay, really.” Staring at him unconvinced, you tell him alright and sit back to your original spot. You see that Soobin was finally putting on the movie, even against Beomgyu’s wishes. You giggle as you hear Taehyun finally make a remark at Soobin for being a pervert, Soobin frowning and pouting, and everyone else laughing. You see that Yeonjun only lets out a dry chuckle, not really laughing. You turn back to finally talk again amongst the group, and he just couldn’t help but to look at you from the side of his eyes, thinking about things you’d probably never find out.

The movie was alright, it wasn’t as crazy as everyone thought it’d be, until it was getting to those kinds of scenes. You could tell the group was feeling awkward, from the way they coughed and were the most silent they’d ever been since you met them. There was a scene now where she was laid out on his lap, getting hit and slapped on her ass with a peg and his hands, hearing her cry out in pain and pleasure, and you felt a shift on your right side where Yeonjun was sitting. You slowly, trying not to make it too obvious, try to look at him. He had a look you haven’t seen on him before, and a couch pillow on his lap. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to avoid eye contact with you, suddenly his face seemed way too focused on looking concentrated, staring at the screen. Weird….you try to shake off the strange thought that appears in the back of your head as you continue watching the movie.

Throughout the movie, you see and feel Yeonjun shift constantly. You really want to ask him what’s wrong.

The movie was finally over. The guys are chatting now, laughing and making jokes about it now that the awkwardness is over. “I think Soobin should never be able to choose a movie again honestly,” Beomgyu said. With this single comment, bickering erupts in the room again. Also again, you see the way Yeonjun looks uncomfortable. He makes short eye contact with you, before quickly getting up and scurrying to his room without saying a word. The group watched as he left, and once they heard his door shut, they bursted out in obnoxious laughter. You didn’t laugh, you wanted to know if the reason they’re laughing is the actual reason he left. Of course you wanted to go into his room, wanting to talk to him more, stare at him so long that maybe you’ll seem like a creep, but you can’t help it, he’s too cute. But you know this probably isn’t the right time. As you all head to your rooms, you stop at Yeonjun’s door, wanting to knock, but going against it.

The rest of the night was normal, you didn’t see him again, sadly. As you slowly drift to sleep, you imagine Yeonjun in your head, wanting to know what it’d be like to be with him.

You wake up groggily, stretching your arms and feeling the sun hit your face as you yawn. You realize it was quiet, they must’ve left to practice or something, as they usually do. It wasn’t strange for your roommates to not be at home, being in a dance group required a lot of practicing, so they were out of the house a lot. You paid it no mind, scrolling on your phone for a few minutes before you slowly get up, feeling tired for no reason.

You enter your restroom, wanting to finally get ready for the day. You were finally done brushing your teeth, until you heard a cry come from across the hall, sounding like it was from Yeonjun’s room. You felt your body still as you got goosebumps, running your fingertips against the skin, feeling fear in your stomach. What and who was that? Aren’t they all supposed to be at practice today? Are they actually home? No, like you realized as soon as you woke up, it was way too quiet for them to be at home. All these thoughts start running through your head as you tiptoe towards the room, cries and moans getting closer. They sound as if someone was getting fucked. Fear hitting you again, you start thinking, ‘what if some hobos broke in and are having sex on Yeonjun’s bed??’ Yeah, that’s ridiculous, you almost laughed at your own crazy thoughts when you hear another—moan? You slowly pluck up the courage to slowly open the door, and that’s when you see a sight you’ll never forget.

Yeonjun was naked, legs spread out on his bed while holding his weeping dick in one hand and another on his neck. He doesn’t seem to have heard you from the loud sounds he was making. Your mouth went dry as you just stared at him, unable to process what was happening. You were about to slowly leave, hoping to save both of you from embarrassment and awkwardness, until you heard your name coming from his lips. “Y/n….” You thought he knew you were there in the doorway, just watching him like a weirdo, until you realized his eyes were still locked shut. You could see the way his cheeks were a pretty pink, his mouth opening and closing as he whimpered, “Pl-please y/n…been bad…”

Huh?

He was writhing in the bed, hand still on his neck. You couldn’t believe what your ears were hearing. You could see the way his thumbed on his dark pink tip, spreading his precum around his head as he continued to jerk off. You couldn’t handle it any longer, he wanted you, and clearly from the current state of your panties, you wanted him back. You quietly get closer as you start to sit next to him on the bed, “Jjunie..”

He lets out a small yelp as he quickly opens his eyes, as they immediately land on you. “Y/N..?!” You watch as he tries to cover himself up with anything. “I-I’m so sorry…I..I thought they’d all left!! I really thought you went with them! I’m so stupid I should’ve checked your location or something…I’m really sorry. Please forgive me. I'm so sorry y/n.” You see that he puts his face in his hands. It seemed like he was..crying? You panic as you reach over and remove his hands and grab his face by his chin with one hand. His eyes were red, his cheeks still pink, and his face wet from tears, you guess he was crying from embarrassment. Cute. “Oh my poor Yeonjun,” you coo. “Why’re you crying?”

He avoids eye contact and hiccups as he responds, “was thinking of you when doing that, I know you’re disgusted and I’ve ruined everything, I’m sorry.” Seeing him in this state ignited something in you, maybe it was that one scene of the movie from last night, but the roles here were reversed.

“Jjunie, you’ve been bad haven’t you..?” You smirk down at him as he finally holds eye contact. You watch his eyes go wide as he slowly shakes his head yes against your hand, finally processing what was happening. With your other hand bunched into his hair, you pull his head back. “What were you imagining Yeonjun?” You see the way he opens and close his mouth, biting his lips in the process. He shakes his head no, he doesn’t want you to know his dirty and perverted thoughts. “C’mon, you can tell me, I’ve already seen everything.” He cries out and you see his dick twitch, making you feel a sudden urge to grab it. As bad as you wanted to, you didn’t. With your hand still holding the back of his hair, you lean down to kiss him. He immediately kissed you back hungrily, teeth hitting each other and mouths making out messily. You stop kissing him soon after as you tug on the back of his head again. Hearing him hiss at the action, you ask him again, “Jjunie, tell me what you were imagining.” He’s still shaking his head no, not wanting to tell you.

“Fine.”

In a swift movement, you have his body over your thighs now. You can feel his tip rubbing against one of them as you start scraping your nails against his broad back. “Tell me Yeonjun.” Even though he’s humiliated from the position, he says no. “Don’t want to. You’re never gunna see me th-the same.” You say nothing as your palm makes contact against his bare ass, hearing a yell come from him. You soothe over the skin, already pink, and you don’t miss the way he shakes a little after the hit. You can feel his precum start to drip down your thigh at this point.

“Tell me now. Look how I have you already, nothing’s going to change my view on you now, you’re all pathetic and nasty for me.” Hearing nothing from him as he whimpers and slightly cries, you slap his ass again. This time he lets out a strangled moan, and you see the way he bites his lips and the way his eyes roll back. “I already know you’re dirty,” you whisper against his ear as you hit him again, “look at you, practically cumming just from me hitting your ass, aren’t you ashamed?” Yeonjun just puts his hands on his face as he tries to cover up another moan, and you feel him thrust lightly against your thigh like a shy animal.

“I’m going to leave if you don’t tell me.” You see his orange hair move as his head shoots up, eyes wide, “Y/n, no!! D-don’t leave please..’m so close…please…” you stare at him for a while until you respond. “Tell. Me. Or I will leave. You want me to stay right Jjunie?” This time he shakes his head quickly in a nod, “I was..was thinking about you having me like this, bent over your lap, and you smacking me the way you are now, just like in that movie. Wanted it so bad. Also want to fuck you, please.” “You could’ve just told me you know,” you start running your hands over his body, liking seeing him shake. He licks his lips as he looks back at you, “thought you didn’t like me like this, I was too scared.”

You smile as you respond, “I’ve..liked you for some time now Yeonjun. Always thinking about you.” You didn’t realize he could blush any harder. Now he’s thrusting hard against your thigh again, whining and mewling as you see drool leave his mouth a little. You loved it, seeing how pathetic and how badly he wanted to get off. Giving him one last hard slap, you heard his mewl loudly, eyes furrowed, still rutting against your skin, he opens his mouth wide, “Y/n! Ffffuuuuck” he’s still whimpering and shaking as you felt your thigh become warm, his cum dripping down. You grab his shirt he must’ve taken off earlier and clean yourself.

You then tapped him, signaling him to lay down on the bed, and he did so, probably thinking you were about to cuddle him or something. Yeah, right.

You love seeing his fucked out face. He’s sweaty, his hair is a wet mess, drool still on the side of his mouth, trailing down to his jawline, and he’s breathing heavily. You watch his chest heave up and down quickly, still regaining his composure from his high. You get up, removing your tank top, along with your shorts and underwear, looking over at Yeonjun who still had his eyes closed, trying to catch his breath. You crawl over to him and he opens his eyes now, looking up at you. He quickly glances over to your naked body, making a cute sound that you think might be a held back whine.

You smile at him like a cat, knowing what you were about to do was a little evil, but he couldn’t just leave you like this, right?

“Hey.”

He smiles back, letting out a breathless “hi.” You start to kiss him and he kisses you back, this time the kiss being slow and passionate. “Need you Yeonjun.” “Y/n…I, I can’t, need some time, okay?” You frown as you grab his soft dick and he hisses from the overstimulation. “Y/n…please…feels so overwhelming!” He once again, had his eyes rolling back as he moaned and shook. You lower your face until you’re face to face with his dick, giving him a lick. You hear him loudly grunt. You feel his dick hardening. Still giving him small licks, you look up to see him, “please Jjunie?” He looks down at you, tears wetting his face once again from how much overwhelming pleasure he’d felt. He gives you a slow nod, as you get up and start to align him against your slit. You lower yourself down on him, biting your lip and breathing deep and slow, finally feeling full from his pretty and thick dick. You press your hand down against his neck softly, and you see the way he starts to bite his lips harshly. He likes it.

You start grinding down on his dick, and you feel his hands grip your hips hard enough to give you bruises. “Feels so gooooood,” he thrusted up into you messily, becoming a slurring mess, saying nonsensical things, the only things you could make out were your name and “good.” His hair is slicked on his forehead now from how much he’s been sweating, and you could feel yourself building up an orgasm from his length hitting you right where it needed to. He regularly opened his eyes to stare at your boobs bouncing along with you, holding back from lifting up his body to take one of your nipples into his mouth. You started switching hands from getting tired of having one on his neck, and every time you pressed down on it, he would moan.

Yeonjun felt the way your soft and warm walls started sputtering around him, he was also so close to coming, but he wanted you to come first so badly. He wanted to see you encased in pleasure, only feeling good, because of him. He moved one of his hands off your hips and pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing and watching your reactions through his blurry vision. Seeing how you moved against one specific pressure and speed, he continued, loving seeing your body twitch and spasm. You start to feel the knot in your stomach come undone as you look down on Yeonjun again, seeing his face in bliss. This sent you over the edge, you start shaking hard, feeling Yeonjun’s thumb still on your clit, making the same movements. You feel your walls clench down on his dick, as if trying to milk him for his cum and he cries out, almost sobbing, feeling himself spill his seed into you.

Body tired, you slowly lay on his body, both of you recuperating from your highs and breathing hard. He looks down at you, “I should’ve told you about what I wanted sooner if I knew this would happen,” he thinks for a while and gives you a kiss on your head, “and, I’ve liked you for a while too. If a while is about two days after you moved in.” You laugh softly as you bury yourself into his chest.

You were too tired to give back a response, knowing he knows you feel the same, and simply nodding your head against his chest. You both drifted asleep, not caring about him still being in you.

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samcarpentersgirlfriend · 4 months

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ILLICIT AFFAIRS | BILLY LOOMIS X READER 𖤐₊˚.

summary: you know he’s in a relationship. you know that this is wrong. but somehow, you just can’t seem to stay away from billy loomis.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: angst, cheating, billy isn’t a great guy lol, reader is insecure, suggestive content, swearing, fem!reader

a/n: yes this is (admittedly a little loosely) based off of the taylor song… I never claimed I was 100% original!! idk what this is tbh but I haven’t posted in a while so <3

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He’s barely opened the door before his hand grabs yours, pulling you out of the rain and into his warm embrace. He doesn’t even complain about your sodden state, lips crashing into yours as he clumsily backs you against the wall.

“I’m glad you made it, baby.” Billy murmurs in between kisses, voice low with lust. “Fuck, I couldn’t wait any longer. See what you do to me?”

God, it makes it so much easier when he talks to you like that. When he talks like he breathes just for you, like you’d hung the stars and moon. It’s easier to pretend that way.

It doesn’t take long. One moment, your legs are wrapped around Billy’s strong frame and the next, you’re laying beneath him on his bed, sighing as he works on your neck. The marks he leaves are purposeful, and they’ll no doubt be a pain to cover up tomorrow. You tell Billy exactly that, making sure to inject just the right amount of that teasing tone you know drives him crazy into your voice.

“Good,” he says lowly, “Lets people know you’re spoken for. Can’t have anyone touching what’s mine.” He grinds down as if to emphasise his point, hips meeting yours in a way that sends a jolt of electric thrill through your bones.

At least, you think that’s what it’s from; maybe it’s all simply down to his choice of words - mine. He knew what that did to you - what visceral effect it must have on you. Knew how much it meant to you to be wanted and desired and cherished by somebody like Billy Loomis. It was all you’d ever wanted.

Except…

“Except I’m not.” Your voice barely comes out above a whisper. Billy comes to a halt, his lips moving from your collarbone as his brown eyes meet yours. He looks confused and vulnerable in a way that makes you sorry for even bringing it up, but you can’t ignore it. Not now. Not today.

“You are. You know that you are. You mean everything to me, just-"

“Just not as much as Sidney, right?” Her name tastes like ash in your mouth. It always came back to Sidney Prescott - sweet, smart, stunning, Sidney. The girl who barely knew you yet always made an effort to smile at you in the hallway and compliment your outfits. The girl whose boyfriend you were sleeping with behind her back.

From the moment he’d flashed you that charming smirk of his, you knew you were a goner for Billy Loomis. And you’d tried to fight it, you really had. He was bad news, all of your friends thought so, and most importantly, he had a girlfriend. Everybody knew him and Sidney were serious. And you were better than that, sleeping with a taken man.

Except, as it turns out, you weren’t. Not really, anyway. He didn’t even have to try to get you in bed with him, but after the first time, you’d felt so goddamn guilty that you swore it would never happen again.

Your resolve lasted an entire week. Billy was like a drug, alluring in every possible way and so entirely addictive. You couldn’t stay away from him even if you tried. And although the guilt never entirely disappeared, it sure as hell became easier to ignore when Billy whispered sweet nothings into your ear and made you feel like you’d had everything you’d been missing your entire life.

“Sidney?” Billy laughs, a sound almost as beautiful as he is. “Sidney means nothing to me. I’m going to blow her off, and then we can really be together, do it right.”

As awful as it is, the thought of that seems completely compelling. You want to be Billy’s, utterly and solely, more than anything on this earth. Besides, anything would be better than passing him in the hallway and pretending you don’t know every fraction of him so completely intimately. Pretending like he’s not the first and last thing you think of each day. Pretending that you don’t solely wear the single perfume that he complimented once.

So intimately that you know that, at this moment in time, you can’t believe a single word that flows from his mouth - no matter how desperately you want them to be true.

“Billy,” you sigh, turning your head away from his pleading gaze.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he replies rather impatiently. “You know it’s-"

“Complicated,” you finish miserably. “I just don’t get why it has to be!”

“Look, I can’t talk about this right now. Can’t we just…”

He trails off, and his lips catch yours in a passionate kiss. It’s too easy to sink into it, to sit back and just let Billy take the lead and give you just what you want. It’s damn near impossible to pull back, but by some miracle, you manage to do so.

“I’m just saying,” you protest. “If you can’t stand Sidney, if she’s truly as bad as you say she is, why can’t you just end things with her?” The sheer frustration that laces your tone is evident even to you. “I don’t know if I can keep doing this Billy, it’s driving me insane, I-"

“What, so you’re mad at me now?” Billy scoffs, tone completely accusatory. “Because you knew what you were getting into - you’re hardly innocent here, alright! I didn’t trick you into sleeping with me - last I checked, you're perfectly fine with our arrangement when it means you get to be the one under me! So why d’you even care, huh - in fact, why don’t you do us both a favour and keep the fuck out of my business?”

You reel back as if you’ve been slapped. Not because of what was said - you both know the words to be true, however deep down that is - but because of how much they hurt. You knew you were a horrible person, but you hoped that Billy saw you as more than that - you needed him to see you as more than that. And by the way he usually acted in your company when it was just the two of you, you thought that he did. When you were alone, he worshipped you. Fuck, the boy looked at you as if he was completely and utterly in awe of your mere presence. And he’d definitely never snapped at you like this.

It’s one thing hating yourself for what you’re doing, but it’s another having the one person you love so deeply confirm all the ugly parts of your personality that you work so hard to keep hidden from the world.

He can evidently read the hurt written all over your face, and Billy’s once irritated gaze softens. “Shit,” he breathes, and you can’t tell if he genuinely sounds remorseful or if you’re naively hearing what you want to believe.

It’s easier to go with the latter option.

You make a move to stand, but you feel a strong arm pulling you back down onto the bed below. “I’m so sorry,” Billy apologises, pushing a stray hair behind your ear. “I’m being an ass, I know that. I didn’t mean to take it out on you, baby.” With your arm still in his tight grasp, it would be difficult to stand up without outright pushing him away from you. But with each hushed word Billy speaks, you find yourself wanting to stay more and more. After all, he was right. You were already guilty, and your dignity was clearly long gone. What would be the use in leaving? It’s not like you could fall any further from grace.

Your eyes flutter closed as Billy kisses all along your jaw, mumbling apologies under his breath as he does so. “I’ll fix everything, I swear. You’ve just gotta trust me,” he vows before his lips suddenly move beside your ear. His breath is hot as he murmurs, “you do trust me, right doll?” A small, pathetic whimper escapes from the back of your throat, and you find yourself nodding before you even decide to move.

“That’s my girl.” The honey-sweet tone of his voice is enough to make you crumble, and your fingers desperately start to make work of undoing his belt. It doesn’t take long, what with your hands working practically on autopilot. Billy takes the hint, and he eagerly pulls your shirt over your head with ease, strong fingers unclasping your bra once he’s finished.

You’re making a complete fool of yourself, a bitter voice whispers at the edge of your mind. He’s spelled it out for you, and yet you’re still here, letting him undress you like this. How pitiful.

It’s not incorrect. Billy Loomis had undoubtedly made a mess of you. Ruined you. Before all of this - and God, how long ago that seemed now - you were good. You were headstrong and assertive, and you’d never been one to let people walk all over you. That girl was a far cry from the person you were now, and she’d undeniably despise the idiotic fool you’d become.

You wouldn’t exactly blame her, either. You know that when you get home, you won’t even be able to face your own reflection. You never can.

But you also know damn well that when Billy undoubtedly comes running back to you, because he does, every single time without fail, you’ll blindly follow him right back into his arms - and right back into his bed.

It’s awful. You know that, no matter how much parts of you try to pretend otherwise. There’s no sugarcoating it, no justification for your actions that aren’t completely shallow and selfish. You just have to hope that one day, you’ll snap out of it. If Billy doesn’t choose you - accept you fully like the way you accepted him long ago - you like to think that one day, you’ll have the self-respect to leave and tell Sidney the truth. Hope she’d accept your shitty excuse of an apology. But as you lay here in this room right now, back arched and Billy in between your legs, you know that day won’t be any time soon.

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ofbluesandyellows · 6 months

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Black Cat's Curse - TASM! Fem! Reader

Summary: Peter Parker has been cursed, crossing paths with the oh so feared black cat isn't exactly in his itinerary, and no, we are not talking about or favorite lady, Felicia. On Halloween night his bad luck has prodded him to the solution he didn't know he was looking for.

Word count: 6,537

Warnings: cursing, witchcraft (lol idk)

a/n: Hi! I'm back with a lil Halloween story for you, this one fully came to me last week. It isn't anything crazy but I do hope you enjoy it. Happy Halloween y'all. I adopted a black cat recently so maybe that's where the inspo came from. Bye :)

“What do you mean you can’t do anything?” Spider-Man was about to drop to his knees, to beg. And he never begged for anything in his life, other than bringing Ben back to life.

“Ow Spider.” Her finger with a long perfectly manicured nail traced his spandex covered clavicle. “Yes, they call me Black Cat but it doesn’t mean I know how to undo your bad luck. That’s on you and the poor black kitty you crossed paths with.”

“But whenever I get unlucky it’s always because of you, how come this is different?”

“Hey, don’t come to me with that bullshit, that’s just how things are, you should’ve known better. You’re on your own Spider.”

Peter closed his eyes, not that Cat could see him but he needed a second not to throw a punch at her, he knew she’d dodged with ease but he didn’t want to risk it. Exhaling he was about to humiliate himself once more, turning around Cat was long gone.

“Mother fuck-“ a splash of what he knew was bird poo painted the red spandex of his forearm with sickly yellowy-white. “Seriously?” Arms up in the air, no one to reply back.

Peter Parker wasn’t a big fan of Halloween growing up, he always went for the uncool type of costumes, he clearly remembered asking aunt May to buy him a white wig so he could dress up as Albert Einstein when he was about eleven. Uncle Ben ended up buying him white color spray and a fake mustache so they could DIY the look. Knitted burgundy vest, faux wrinkles on his face and the already perfect bushy brows made Peter the happiest kid in the block.

He was beyond ecstatic with the way his costume turned out, adults praised him and aunt May for the effort when he went trick or treating but the real menace were kids’ nasty words and funny remarks about him. After that he either went with a boring costume, he preferred to fit in, or at least try rather than be laughed at.

It was obvious that the teasing continued up until college, but college was bearable compared to what he had gone through since he became Spider-Man.

Peter hadn’t been in need of a costume for years now, that was the main reason why he liked Halloween now, he could walk around as a civilian in his actual suit, no one batted an eye in his direction during this day.

Flash Halloween party was crazy loud, Peter didn’t know these many people were friends with Flash.

“Hey Spider-Man!” His heart skipped a beat, but Flash was smiling at him. “Peter, you made it!”

Peter took the mask off, he thought this would be funny, wearing his actual suit was comfortable but now he was regretting it, he had several mini heart attacks whenever called him by his alias. He felt sweat dripping from his back. Yeah he would need to wash the suit.

“Of course man! I promised, right?” he laughed trying to disguise the panic.

Flash was wearing a Beetle juice costume, a pretty epic one if Peter could have an opinion on it.

“I see you went all in with the costume huh?” He snatched the mask off Peter’s hand. “Nah this isn’t as good as the original.” Flash laughed.

With cherry colored cheeks Peter chuckled. “Yeah, I bought it at Walmart. Everyone seems to love the guy so I just thought why not?”

“I’ve seen worse Parker, like the guy dressed as Alex Turner? Pfff lazy.”

“Really? I haven’t seen him. Don’t tell me it’s Harry the one dressed like that.” Peter said amused.

“Almost, but no. Harry hasn’t shown up yet, bet he found some expensive costume made suit and will pull off a ‘I’m Leonardo DiCaprio in Wolf of Wall Street.””

Both boys rolled their eyes. “Wouldn’t be surprised.”

Suddenly Peter felt cold dripping from his back.

“Hey dickhead, watch where you are going.” Flash was the first to talk, pushing a drunk David Bowie out the way.

Peter was in shock, how come he didn’t notice, why were his senses not alerting him of the guy at his back.

The smell of sweet fruity punch and vodka lingered on his nose.

“Shit Pete, do you want to change?”

Peter shook his head, lipped smile on. “No, don’t worry I’m good. Just going to grab a beer.”

“Ok, if you need something just look for me, okay?”

“Sure, thanks Flash. Cool party by the way.”

Flash grinned. “Thanks Parker! See ya around.”

The lights were kaleidoscopic, New Wave music playing, it was a lot and now his suit was wet and cold and there were pretty girls around, and he couldn’t concentrate in one thing.

Fuck me.

Tuning around as he dodged a group of girls dressed as fairies he clocked eyes with a witch. She was sitting on the couch with other people, Peter wasn’t sure if she was with them or not but the staring sent shivers down his spine.

She gave him a lipped smile, one he tried to emulate, not succeeding because she dropped her expression. The next thing he knew it was that she disappeared.

He shook his body to try and get rid of the odd feeling. Finding a beer was easy, what wasn’t easy was held in the need to puke when the warm and obviously outdated beer’s taste hit his tongue.

Peter sighed, he was tired of this, it hadn’t even been a week with this black cat curse and he was already done, no fight with Electro nor Vulture had done him this wrong. Sloped shoulders and a bitter taste he was ready to go home.

Exiting the loud house in Brooklyn, Peter’s eyes found the sparkly ones of a witch.

A new wave of shivers appeared as Season of the Witch played at his back. Spooky as shit.

“Okay, this is worrying me.” He mumbled.

The girl approached him in two long steps.

“Hello,” you smiled, showing him your pearly white teeth.

“Um hi?”

“Sorry to bother you, I saw you in there and if you don’t mind me saying this… you look like shit.” The apple of your cheeks tinted pink.

Peter scoffed. “Yeah? Well, I didn’t need to hear it because I do indeed feel like shit, so if you excuse me,”

He took a step to the right to make his escape, but you took the exact same side as he did.

Peter scowled.

“I—I don’t want to sound crazy but you do have like a bad aura around you, you know? Like a dark cloud following you, and… okay yeah I’m going to say this with the risk of sounding like an insane person but I promise you I am not—“

Taking a cautious step closer, you were too close for Peter’s liking. On your tiptoes you angled yourself to reach his ear.

“You are cursed.”

Peter felt his body freeze, his eyes went wide just as goosebumps formed on his skin.

“You… how did you know?” Peter stumbled back a little.

“As I said, I can see it.” You took a jump back. Your face went back to a soft smirk. “Need help with it?”

Peter looked around, the streets were busy still, it wasn’t even midnight yet.

“You know how to revert it?”

“Sure thing. It’s a simple spell.”

“Can you do it now, like chant it or whatever.”

You scoffed. “Hell no! It’s a bit more complicated than that,” balancing on the balls of your heels you stared at him. Peter was mulling with the possibilities. You were weird as fuck. But he didn’t feel the Peter tingle as it was. He only felt wary.

You had this cute smile and very bright eyes. If Black Cat couldn’t do anything to help him, why not take his chances and accept the help of an actual witch.

“Are you like a real witch?” He squinted.

“Yeah.”

“Fine. What do we need to do?”

You grinned, joyous.

“Follow me Peter Parker.”

Shrugging, you said: “Flash told me.”

“You know Flash?” Well, that was news to him. He never expected him of all people to be close with a witch.

You seemed offended. “Um yes? We take bioengineering together.”

Peter almost choked on his own saliva. “You go to Empire?”

“Yes, I’ve seen you around, you’re friends with that rich kid that always looks at the rest of us as if we were dirt under his shoe.”

You couldn’t help but laugh when Peter scrunched his nose. “That sounds like Harry.”

“Osborn is not always nice to everyone.”

Peter knew that but Harry wasn’t a bad person he just hadn’t been given the attention he deserved.

“So bioengineering, huh? You’re pretty smart I assume.”

“It helps with the witchcraft thing, believe it or not.”

Peter could see why. He grabbed his mask a little tighter.

“Oh.”

Peter heard you say, a second later a car passed by full gas, the puddle of dirty water splashed wetting his legs.

“You could’ve warned me, you know?” shaking his legs only made the water go down into his converses, wetting his socks. He needed to come up with a water repellent suit.

“Right, sorry. Never seen such a curse before. The grayish hue around you goes purple whenever something is about to happen. It’s kinda awesome.” You grinned.

Why was this woman always so cheery? Peter sighed and continued walking.

“Do you have a name or should I just call you Witch?”

You chuckled. “I do have a name but Witch is way more fun. And it’s Halloween, it fits.”

Peter grimaced. What a time to be cursed.

Both hopped on a bus after walking three blocks.

“Are you hungry Peter Parker?”

His stomach felt like growling. “I could eat.”

“Nice, I’ll order some pizza. It should be there when we arrive.”

Peter saw you texting. He noticed for once your whole attire. Pointy hat with purple ribbons and tulle decorating it. You had glitter smeared on your cheeks and eyelids. The dress was black tulle as well with a sparkling touch, he wasn’t sure what it was. The tights had black and purple stripes with a nice pair of black Dr Martens. It was like a modern version of the classic Witch costume he’d seen in movies.

It suited you, what it didn’t match was your always happy features. Peter wondered if you were in fact a witch or just pretended to be one for the sake of the holiday.

“Do you like mushrooms?” You found him staring. Your cheeks went a tone deeper in red.

Peter panicked and looked out the window, far away from you. “They’re fine.”

“Good, I ordered half pepperoni and half mushrooms.”

Humming, you, witchy girl unlocked, your phone and started to play…

“Sudoku? Really Witch?” Peter grinned, this was so odd to him.

“I like it, it keeps me on my toes.” you giggled.

Unintendedly, Peter kept an eye on the game, finger pointing to one square and mumbled “there has to be a nine.”

The grid sheet sparkled after you pressed the 9 in. “Nice one, Peter Parker.”

“Just call me Peter.”

Your eyes locked on his. “But Peter Parker sounds more interesting.” You nudged him, making him laugh.

“You’re so weird.”

“Thanks.”

•••

Peter sat in the living room. The apartment was simple, it didn’t even feel witchy at all. It smelled fresh and there was some kind of lavender sent around.

“What? Disappointed?” You laughed at his face.

“A little, yes.”

“It’s 2023 Peter Parker. I don’t have cauldrons and a crystal ball.” Your witch hat rested comically on the kitchen counter.

“So what kind of witch are you, then?” Peter spoke with a mouthful, the pizza was incredibly tasty.

“I’m not one kind, I just do what I want to do.”

Peter nodded.

“Careful with the—“

Peter’s slice of pizza fell on his converses. He thought he’d been clever by not using his spandex lined boots.

“Shit.”

“I tried to tell you.”

He peeled the slice from his black chucks. “Can I get another slice?”

You pushed the box his way.

“How did you get cursed?” You asked, nibbling on your lip, the pizza resting on a plate on your lap, untouched.

“Crossed the path of a black cat.” He grunted. “Sounds stupid but it’s what happened.”

“Been there. I’ll fix it, it shouldn’t be hard”

Peter straightened. “How long is it going to take?”

You stared at him. Peter could almost see the nuts turning in your brain.

“A few hours, I suppose.”

“Is it going to hurt?”

“Maybe?”

Peter had multidimensional war flashbacks from Doctor Strange, and the other Peters. Yeah he wasn’t in. “Well, now that I’ve had time to think about it I remember why I don’t do witchcraft. You need to find another way. I’ve had my fair share of that and it was quite the hustle so no Miss Witch I think I’m good.” He gave you a lipped smile.

“Okay… um why don’t you tell me about it, I assure you this is completely different and safe.”

“I’m not legally allowed to talk about it, so…” He shrugged. “Also you said it can hurt. I’m not down for that."

“Ugh fine, Peter Parker, but if you go, the curse won’t go away, you’ll have to live with it.”

Peter looked down, considering all that had happened maybe you were right, it’s not like he hadn’t suffered enough to handle a little magic.

“Fine.”

You got up in a jump, disappearing inside a room. Peter heard rattling and the closing of drawers. He wasn’t sure what to expect so he tried to not think about it.

After another two slices of what he considered a perfect pizza, Peter put the plate down on the coffee table. The table cracked in two as if some almighty froze had cut it in two with a really sharp invisible blade.

“How the fuck?” He squealed, holding both sides of his face with his hands. This was nonsense. He didn’t even put force.

“What happened?” You appeared behind him. “Oh… well I needed a new coffee table anyway.”

You went away humming again.

“Insane… she is insane.” Mumbling Peter crossed his arms, trying to not touch or breathe too hard, anything could create a domino effect and make the building collapse or something worse. He could die if he forgot how to breathe!

He guessed that wasn’t possible but he was not going to risk it.

The skin on his back felt sticky but he didn’t dare to move. After a moment you cleared your throat to announce yourself.

“So Peter Parker, I’m going to ask you a few questions…. It's protocol only.”

Sitting down at his feet, you flipped a few pages, grabbed a pink sparkly gel pen and wrote down in pretty cursive calligraphy.

Peter Parker.

Cursed by crossing paths with a black cat :(

“You do this often or-“ he asked.

“Nah, but it’s nice to document these things, who knows when I will need the information.” You beamed, clearly excited by the whole situation.

“Sure,”

“So, have you been cursed before?” blinking, you waited for a response.

Peter wasn’t sure if his Spider-Man issues were a curse, sometimes it felt like that to be honest.

“Not that I’ve been aware of.” He leaned back on the couch.

“Have you killed people in the past?”

His face contorted, now that was a hard question.

“It’s… um not voluntarily… I mean no, of course no” he let out a pretty fake laugh. “But I saw my uncle die and my… my girlfriend too.”

Your face dropped. “Sorry about that.”

He half shrugged, looking the other way, he was not going to cry in front of a witch, this was humiliation enough.

“Er, next question. Do you have allergies?”

“No.”

“Experienced dizziness, or a rush of adrenaline in the past forty-eight hours?”

Peter squinted, these were very specific questions. “ Yeah, but what does that have to do with the curse?”

You shrugged. “See if there are side effects.”

“The adrenaline thing isn’t for the curse… I have a stressful job.”

“That responds the next question… so how long has it been since you got cursed?” your head rested on your palm, you reminded him of that one therapist aunt May forced him to go see a few years ago.

“Three days, maybe four.”

“Hmmm, interesting.”

“Why?”

“Hmm? Oh well, cats don’t just go out crossing people’s paths like that. Most times they have a reason. Have you wronged a cat in your life?” your knee going up and down nonstop, Peter noticed the nervous thick. He had several.

Felicia could count as a cat but she had wronged him more than he had her.

“No.” He scoffed.

“Ok, didn’t want to offend you.”

Peter let out a breathy laugh, this was the craziest shit that he had experienced and he had gone through a lot of fucked up shit in his life.

“Please come with me.”

You stood up with a graceful jump. Dress puffing with air. Peter stared at your hand extended to him. The moment he took it there was this tingly feeling that crossed his whole body.

You grinned. He glared.

The room you got in was pitch black, a breeze came from somewhere, it smelled like incense. With the snap of your fingers a yellow hue covered the room which was not more than 80 square feet, seemed to be a closet.

Three candles were floating, Harry Potter style. His hand went over the flame no wire attached to them.

“Am I hallucinating already?” He said. Hand now going under the candle he was in awe.

“Nope, we haven’t started yet.” You chuckled. “And those are totally real. It’s a very easy spell.” You said proudly.

“Cool,”

“Sit on the floor.” You demanded, Peter obeyed.

With a bright pink dust, you painted a circle and a bunch of indecipherable symbols that Peter preferred not to know what they meant. Instead he focused on you; your smooth hands tracing patterns as if it was second nature. Your lips were tuned slightly upwards, it was obvious how this made you feel. Peter felt his own lips curving.

Hmm… he frowned, that was not right. But his mind was taking over, your long lashes with specs of glitter resting on them. Hair, shiny and soft looking. Peter kind of wanted to brush it to the side with his fingers. Shaking his head he couldn’t be thinking such things, he didn’t even know your name. And you were a witch!

And you are a fucking Spider-Man, chill the fuck out Parker.

Great! He was going insane now.

Snapping your fingers, music started to sound.

“Is that Fiona Apple?” Peter asked, throwing her a quick glance,

“Yes! She gives off the right vibe for this.” Your sly smirk made Peter’s stomach flip.

Oh no.

Squaring down, to be on eye level with him, he caught the very faint scent of cherry.

“I’m going to give you tea, It’s going to make you a little dizzy and jittery.” Extending your palm, you showed him two little rocks.

“What’s that for?” Peter took them either way.

Your index finger pointed to a clear looking crystal. “That’s clear quartz, it clears the mind, attracts positivity and repels negativity. The orange one it’s citrine for positive mood, clarity and focus.”

His chocolate eyes never left yours, for the first time the whole night your smile quivered. You needed to gain some distance. You stood up quickly.

“Whatever happens, don’t let them go. And you have to have them around until the next new moon. Understood?”

Peter sighed, whatever helps him get over this. “Got it.”

You opened a book with a crimson hard cover. A sage green cup rested on the wooden table in front of you. Your back facing Peter, he let the little crystals roll on his palm as he heard Fiona Apple’s voice mixing with the cooing spell you were casting. Words he had never heard got whispered inside the cup, the energy in the room changed in a second, the yellow hue became brighter.

Peter’s body shivered when you went back kneeling before him.

“Drink this, you have to close your eyes and don’t open them until I say so, okay Peter Parker?”

Peter nodded, gulping as he took the cup. It was warm to the touch. The liquid inside looked like any other tea aunt May had made him before, a little cloudy but it had a nice smell.

“I added a little honey and it’s spearmint flavored.” You chirped.

“How many times have you said you have done this?” Peter was really curious, it came pretty natural to you.

“Oh this is the first time, but I’m sure it’ll go almost perfect.”

“Jesus, that’s just what one would like to hear in these situations.”

“Come on Peter Parker, this is fun!”

“Cheers, I guess.”

Peter drank the whole thing in one go and the taste was surprisingly good.

He sat there waiting for something to feel different but nothing changed.

“How you feeling?” You asked, looking him in the eye.

“Should I be feeling weird?” he replied, trying to pay attention to his body. Everything was the same. He opened his eyes.

“Shit, you are supposed to be experiencing something by now. And you drank the whole thing,” you stomped your foot on the floor. “I did everything the book said.”

Quickly, you went back to the book to check the spell as if it was a recipe.

“Sorry to disappoint.” Peter sighed. “Hey um, this is going to sound weird, but, would you like to… I don’t know, like go for coffee one of these days?” your eyes went wide, big as saucers hearing him ask. “Or not… I mean I was just suggesting.”

“Don’t move Peter Parker.” You squinted, Peter felt something on his arm.

“You opened your eyes!” She squealed.

A spider, the same spider that bit him years ago was walking up his arm, then there was another and another, all of them crawling upwards.

“Holy fucking shit.” Horror stained his voice. But Peter couldn’t move. He didn’t know if he was able to feel his body.

“You are Spider-Man for fucks sake keep it together” you cried. “Told you to keep them closed."

In a swift move you grabbed a few vials filled with dust in different colors. Peter was wide eyed, gawking, unmoving about to have a heart attack.

“I can’t move, help!” his voice high pitched.

“Shut up Peter Parker, I’m trying to think!”

A marble mortar plopped on the table, a mix of colors and sparks flashed across your face.

“Sorry for what’s next but you can’t move and I’m not in position to kill our city’s hero.”

Grabbing the dust on the mortar, you put the bright blue dust on your lips as you fell on your knees in front of Peter. Careful not to ruin the pentagram.

Leaning forward you said,

“The spider you see is just in your mind, you are hallucinating for real this time, that’s why i told you to not open your eyes. Wish things were different but this is it, Peter Parker.”

“What?”

“Good luck.”

You clashed your lips with his. In a second Peter felt his whole body tingle, like he was having a serious case of pins and needles. Involuntarily his palm went up to rest on your cheek. Warm and soft. Cherry scent, and blueberry taste. His eyes fluttered shut as he kissed you, the crazy girl he met a few hours ago at the halloween party.

A sharp turn. Just like when you twirl in one spot until you feel the whole room shake and you are in that state of happy dizziness. Peter felt like that and he kind of enjoyed it.

When the motion stopped fully he opened his eyes. Blinking he reincorporated, he didn’t know he had been lying down this whole time.

Spider-Man’s spandex suit still plastered on his torso just that the room was not the tiny room he had been in.

“Peter?”

“Aunt May?”

“Breakfast is ready!”

Peter rested on his elbows, he was in his room in Queens. He was in Brooklyn just a second ago. And, why was he even here? His apartment was in Manhattan.

Shaking his head he peeled the tight suit off, his body complained, a common thing by now. Taking a quick shower he saw the water run down the drain, little hints of bright blue in them. He shook his head, migraine settling behind his eyes.

“I had no idea you were staying the weekend Peter, you always let me know.” May dried her hands in the kitchen cloth as she looked at him with fond eyes. “You scared the hell living out of me last night when I heard you in your room.”

Peter frowned, he didn’t remember how he got in, he wasn’t even sure what happened after he saw Flash at the party. Late that night he found two shiny bits of crystal on his bed. His mind screamed at him to keep them near.

Until the new moon, right?

Glimpses of what felt like dreams were trying to tell him something, most days Peter woke up with the feeling that he had forgotten something but he pushed it aside, there wasn’t much time to think of Peter problems when there were Spider-Man real problems.

It took him six days to notice his bad luck had disappeared, he felt lighter than ever, he even got a rise at his job which was hard to believe. Cat hadn’t been involved in trouble and Peter didn’t need patching or stitches for the week, he was doing amazing.

One night during patrol. He was sitting on a building in Brooklyn, there had been a fire two blocks down, no one had been injured so Peter left the scene before the police arrived. Now his legs hung on the edge of the six story building. Phone in hand. Flash posted the party’s photos, he laughed at one where a group of guys dressed as the one and only Pitbull were carrying Flash as he threw pumpkins shaped confetti in the air. Flash knew how to have a good time, Pete gave him that.

The next photo was one where he could see himself at the back, he barely noticed it was him, the spandex gave him away. But what caught his attention was the pointy hat, purple ribbons floating. His heart increased its pace.

•••

Flash was doing some drills at Empire’s gym. Sweaty and all, he greeted Peter with a hug and a laugh.

“Pete, you left too early the other day!”

Peter’s cheek went warm. “Sorry, yeah I wasn’t feeling well.”

“No problem. You want to play? For the good ol’ days.” Flash chuckled.

Peter remembered high school as if it was yesterday.

“I have class in like twenty minutes, but next time. I was just wondering if you knew the name of this girl I met at your party.”

Flash smirked, nudging Peter on the ribs. “I see why you weren’t feeling well huh? Parker.”

Peter scratched his neck, this was so awkward, he didn’t even know the girl.

“What she looked like?”

Peter’s image of you was very vague, he remembered the costume, but nothing else really.

“You have an idea how many girls dressed like that were at the party? I need more intel Parker.”

Peter closed his eyes for a second. “She- um she said you were taking bioengineering together,”

Flash huffed, making the basketball bounce. “I’m not taking bioengineering, Peter. Don’t think girls take that class anyway… trust me I’d remember.” He winked.

“Really? Because she was very sure of it.” He laughed, out of pure agony.

Have you been like a dream or something?

“I think someone made you look like a fool Pete. But there’s always more girls.”

“Right, no, you’re right. Um, I’m going to get going. See you later man.”

“Take care Parker!”

Making his way back home, Peter kicked a can with all the force he managed, it landed inside a trash can. He blinked, shit that was quite lucky. He felt not so lucky when there was no space in the subway to even move your legs, at least it was warm in there, the November wind was getting tougher by the day. Headphones on, he put the music in shuffle.

In starlit night I saw you

So cruel you kissed me

your lips a magic world

Leaning on the cold metallic tube in front of the doors, he sighed looking at his converse. He needed to give them a wash, those ketchup stains were not making it look any better. His fingers went to his eyes, scratching the corners of them, he could sleep right there if he was sure no one would steal his phone but instead he concentrated on his surroundings. Phone screens shining, Instagram posts passing rapidly, text messages getting deleted and retyped, sudoku grid…

Sudoku grid?

His stomach churned. He had these images like photos archived in his brain. He remembered the sudoku grid, the number 9 for some reason, mushrooms, pink dust, floating candles, a green mug, and a smile. That smile had haunted his dreams for days now.

The owner of the phone had a bright yellow coat. Peter froze just creepily staring at the person.

Next stop was a commotion, people going out, some more coming in. Peter lost yellow coat for a moment only to see it going out with the sea of people.

“Hey!" he shouted. Desperation in his voice. “Yellow coat!”

Only feet away now, he saw the person go up the stairs. His heart hammering against his ribcage, what was this, why was he so anxious for the person to turn?

Crossing a busy street, he took his earphones off, seeing for one last time yellow coat get into a taxi, mixing in the traffic.

Peter sometimes really thought he was the most intelligent person in the world. He decided to follow the taxi, this time in Spider-Man clothes. Web shooters full and ready, cold wind wasn’t even a bother, he had perfected the suit to be warmer on winter days.

Swinging up to Brooklyn’s bridge had been easy, the problem being on which of all the taxis he saw was yellow coat in.

Running and shooting webs caused lots of honking and almost made a man crash his car thanks to the little kid trying to come off the window to say hello to him.

“Sorry!” He apologized, as he flew by.

Last taxi entering Brooklyn was his only chance, this better be it. As he plopped as softly as he could on the roof of the car, he bent over to take a peek on the backseat windows.

He grinned under the mask. Knocking on the window he saw shiny hair flick, and sparkly eyes connected with his white buggy ones. Waving a hand at you, your eyes went wide. In a flash everything came back to him.

The curse, how you feed him and basically cured his bad luck with a blueberry flavored kiss.

Stealing his heart with that, it was absurd yet magical, Peter wasn’t surprised no more with what happened in his daily life.

“Roll the window down?” He made the motion for you to do so.

For a brief second Peter thought you were not doing it, but you did, wind made your hair dance and oh Peter’s heart shivered with joy.

“Witch!” He greeted, still looking at you upside down.

“Peter Pa- Spider-Man!” you smiled, in awe.

The taxi driver rolled his window down too. “Dickhead, get the fuck down of my car!”

“Just drop me in the next block.” You said, throwing the man some money.

Peter jumped off the car just as the taxi slowed down.

“Freaks!” The man shouted at them, his middle finger sticking out the window as his goodbye.

“Thank you kind sir!” Peter saluted him.

You snorted by his side. Pivoting on his heels, it took him a second to take it all in.

“You disappeared,”

“I didn’t disappear, I helped you get home Peter Parker.” You grinned. Oh that smile, Peter wanted to squeeze your cheeks.

“Um, no, that’s not what happened. I was lying in your room, and then you kissed me and then I woke up at my aunt’s? For a moment I thought I was losing my mind.”

You were staring at him amused. “It was fun, right? I know I had a lot of fun that night.”

“Don't be mean.” Peter’s hand flew to his chest, as if he had been hurt for real. “I even asked Flash about you, and you lied, you never went to Empire.” Hands flying in the air, as he spoke.

“First of all. I do go to Empire, Flash is just not a very observant person.”

“Right, so tell me why you did all this?”

"I had to fix it okay!” Your eyes locked on your shoes.

“Spider-Man hi!!” A group of teenagers waved their hands at them on the other side of the street.

“Hello, guys!” He had to be kind to the fans, being the beloved neighborhood hero wasn’t an easy task after all. “Have a good day.”

“You are the shit bro!” One of them shouted back.

“Do you mind if we talk somewhere more private?” Peter said through gritted teeth.

You bit the inside of your cheek to not laugh. “Ok.”

Peter took the opportunity to grab you by the waist, in a fast and smooth motion he was flying through Brooklyn.

“This is not what I had in mind.” You squealed against his spandex covered neck, he felt your breath hot on his skin.

“Oh you owe me, this is the least you can do for me Witch.”

Peter wowed as they moved between buildings. Landing on the roof of an old cinema. The neon lights casting pretty shadows against your face and the suit’s texture became alive. He took the mask off to reveal the sweetest of smiles. Cheeks rosy.

“What can we do about this?” He asked, arms spread wide, he was falling for someone who he barely knew.

You hid your hands inside your coat, wind biting on your skin harshly.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

Peter sighed. “How was it supposed to go? You said you had to fix it, what do you mean by that?”

Why were Peter’s eyes so pretty, his face was a mix of pain and hope, your stomach felt funny again. It had been like that since you first saw him. A month ago.

A blue moon was something you always enjoyed. Making moon water, charging crystals, manifesting and writing spells.

But Orion, your black cat had been angsty for days now, he always was like that during full moons. He destroyed your quilt, the one to knit together with so much effort. So you let him out.

“Get out! If you could, I’d make you fix this to make me happy!” The window closed with a thud and poor Orion blended in with the night.

After trying to fix it but failing with the quilt you felt guilty. Orion was simply trying to let that energy out, and you took it against the poor thing. After much thinking you decided to go out looking for him. Orion’s name got pronounced several times until you saw him crossing the street a little ahead of you, it was three in the morning. Cars weren’t even passing, the world was still, sirens and honks chimed far away.

Orion locked eyes with you for a moment. And you knew this was a bit of a dare to him, squatting down you tried to prod the cat to go to you, but Orion only sat in the middle of the sidewalk, liking his paw almost making fun of you. One step closer was what set him off running again. Just in time for Spider-Man to pass walking; half mask up munching on what seemed to be a burrito, mustard on the corner of his mouth, he came to a halt when the cat crossed his path. You saw Spider-Man gulp.

A moment later his burrito fell flat on the pavement. You knew what this was about, you shut your eyes, cursing Orion under your breath, when you opened them Spider-Man was gone.

“So you knew I was Spider-Man all along?” Peter scoffed. “You are full of secrets witch.”

“I knew I even said it to you when you were freaking out. Half of the spell had to do with me doing the ritual and half of it was you believing it would work, you still opened those damn pretty eyes.”

Peter kicked a tiny rock off the roof. “So you think I have pretty eyes?” he heard you laugh.

“You do Peter Parker.”

He blushed deeper. “ So what I felt when you… kissed me was just part of the spell?”

The disappointment in his voice made your heart jump. “It wasn’t about feelings, Peter Parker, it was just a spell to fix your bad luck. Whatever you felt, that’s on you.”

“Hmm,” he took a step closer, scratching his neck. “I was being serious when I asked you out for coffee.”

“I know.”

Peter smirked. “You like making me suffer, I see how it is.” He laughed, making a full twirl.

The grin on your lips couldn’t be held. “It’s funny to see you all embarrassed.”

“Jesus… okay so, coffee this Saturday?” His ears were bright red.

“Sounds good to me.”

“Great.” Another step closer. “Don’t bring your cat, I beg.”

“I won’t.”

“Good, because I’m feeling pretty lucky as it is.” His lips ghosted over yours.

On your tiptoes you connected your lips with his cold but soft ones. Both smiling and chuckling.

“This is even better than the last one.”

“Yeah because you were freaking out about spiders, Spider-Man.” you mumbled, Peter brushed the hairs that floated in your face, he needed a clear path.

“I think I prefer it when you call me Peter Parker.”

Peter kissed the tip of your nose, and you finally let him know your name. He beamed as he repeated it.

“That sounds about right.”

A meow was heard and Peter groaned, forehead connection to yours.

“He won’t do it again. I promise, it was just a blue moon thing.”

You saw his eyes traveling all over your face. “I think I can get used to getting cursed.”

Orion meowed again, rubbing its little black fur against Peter’s leg.

“Hey pal.” Peter said, patting the cat sweetly.

You snorted. “You’re weird Peter Parker.”

“Thank you.”

Maybe after all Orion did something that made you happier than a badly knitted quilt.

Peter found the whole term of black cat curse drastically different, they weren’t about bad luck after all.

#tasm fanfiction #peter parker fluff #peter parker fanfiction #tasm peter parker #spiderman fluff #spiderman x reader #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman #fanfiction #fanfic #tasm!peter fluff #fluff #halloween fic #black cat #happy halloween #tags are hard

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iheartgod175 · 7 months

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Some Thoughts!

Man, I haven’t done a post like this in a while! But I figured I might as well before I work on one of my numerous WIPs XD

—So, I’ve been back on a Zula Patrol kick like you wouldn’t believe. Though that should be obvious with all the memes I’ve been making, haha! I promise this won’t become a Zula Patrol only blog, haha!

—I’ll be working on building my graphic design/editing skills so I can properly redesign my blogs ^^ You can expect a few graphics throughout the month! :)

—Chapter 4 of The Zula Patrol: Dreamscape Crusade Remastered is also coming along pretty nicely. I’ve been enjoying adding the layers of mystery and horror to the world that Multo ends up in. Oh, and a couple of new characters are making their appearance, too. And that’s all I’m going to say about the subject!

—I’ve also been steadily working on Love Language for the last couple of months. I thought FOR SURE that I’d be posting its first chapter by the end of the month, but life happened—not to mention that I keep coming up with MORE headcanons for Multo and Zeeter that I just have to write down and put in the story. XD Also, the story’s grown to the point where I had to break it up into FIVE chapters, now, with the fifth being the actual conclusion. This story’s been so fun to work on, and I hope you’ll all enjoy it when I finally publish it.

—That being said, I did have a few insecurities regarding the writing of Love Language. I wondered if anybody would actually read this story since 1. ZP isn’t a very well-known cartoon, and 2. Even for rarepair standards, Multo/Zeeter sure seems like it came out of left field. And for about a few weeks, I did leave it alone, out of worry that nobody would read it. But then I came across posts in my feed that said that it’s important to write the stories that you’d like to read, even if they don’t get any readership, because telling your story is what matters. I’ve dealt with this a lot since writing all of my stories, namely my Zula Patrol series. And while I struggle with it occasionally, I’m not going to let that whole “nobody will probably read this” mentality stop me from writing about these goofy aliens, and my favorite opposites-attract ship, of which I’m the sole captain.

—While I’ve been working on Blazin’ Trails content off and on, I’m having a deuce of a time trying to work on the final chapter of the original BT. I’ll literally sit down and open the document, looking for something to leap out at me and inspire me to work…but nothing’s working. And I really want to get things started with Blazin’ Trails Redux as well…*sigh*

—As for Super Why stuff, I’m looking forward to seeing the new shorts that are debuting next month! I got to see the first short, and it’s adorable. And I also can’t wait to see more of Power Paige in action! I just really hope that Woofster and Alpha Pig aren’t written out of the show :(

—Speaking of PBS Kids stuff…I kinda sorta got back into both WordGirl and Arthur. GOD, I feel old! And now, I’m half-tempted to have WG guest star in SRBA like Santiago will. The SRBA ‘verse? More like Into the Reader-verse, LOL XD

—Sodor Magic Crusaders MAY be getting an update in the near future. I thought about working on it for the first time in months, and I remembered that I only have a few episodes left until I can get to write the second season.

—Slowly but surely getting back into Honkai Impact 3rd. I still haven’t gotten a chance to watch the part 2 trailer, but it looks like it’s gonna be interesting!

—One thing’s for sure. Power Paige will definitely appear in the SRBA ‘verse. I just have to figure out what her backstory would be as well as her powers and what kind of fighting style she’d have. I know for sure it won’t be a sword—we already have four sword fighters in SRBA thus far (Super Why, Presto, Muse and Jackson).

—In Super Why news, I HAVE been working on the fifth chapter bit by bit, and I’d like to say that it’s about 65% finished. I don’t think it’ll be quite as long as the last update, but I don’t want to speak too soon ^^;

—I haven’t drawn anime in ages, not since I first started uploading on DeviantArt. And I admit, the pic that I’m going to post of Usagi isn’t the best..but you know what? Screw it! The only way I can improve is to practice, even if it’s wonky or incorrect! ^^

#hanna-barbera #the zula patrol #super why #sailor moon #pbs kids #ramblings

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kay-selfships · 7 months

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so i'm someone that bruises relatively easily and i've been getting a lot of them from work recently (it's a tad more labor intensive than my other jobs, but i'm getting paid a lot more so worth it tbh) but it's still annoying so i wrote a lil drabble about it lol

Going inside after an extended period of braving the chill of Dragonspine was always an extremely relieving feeling. Kay never quite dealt with the cold the best, but she was always willing to do so if it meant she was able to spend a little more time with her lover while he worked on his experiments. Sure, she never did much more than fetch the odd ingredient or two, but she knew they both appreciated the company. Plus, she also thought she provided adequate moral support regardless.

Once inside, the adventurer slipped off the large coat she was wearing to shield from the cold, letting out a silent yawn and stretching herself out. However, she was keenly aware of an observant, analytical gaze on her while she did so. She turned, about to make a flirtatious and witty comment about catching his gaze on her while she undressed, though Albedo beat her to it by speaking up first.

“...Have you gotten into any fights recently?” His tone was quiet and careful, his expression matching, eyebrows furrowed like they always did when he was focusing on any complex alchemical equation for a bit too long. Kay’s own expression quickly dropped from flirtatious to confused, glancing around herself a little in an attempt to figure out what prompted such a question.

“Mmmm…I don’t think so? There was one incident with some treasure hoarders, but that was weeks ago. They were dealt with pretty easily though.” She added with a certain pride in her voice, clearly happy with how much her combat skills have improved. Her tone then became more serious once more as she returned to his original question. “Why do you ask?”

“…Bruises.” He said simply, and Kay was now able to follow his gaze to her newly exposed arms. Surely enough, there were quite a few of the black and blue marks decorating them. “That’s not all. I noticed some on your legs earlier as well. While adventuring often results in some scrapes or bumps…this amount seems a little higher than normal…” By his cadence and the general nature of the man, he very much seemed in ‘analytical mode,’ leaving Kay defenseless to interject even if she wanted to. “As a vegetarian, you do have more risk of developing anemia, or developing bruises in general. Though…I don’t believe you’ve ever had this many at a time before. Which is why I asked.” He finished, looking at her expectantly.

“I promise I haven’t gotten these from any fights. Would you believe me if I said I was just that clumsy?” Kay asked sheepishly, a weak smile appearing on her face. After a moment of contemplation, Albedo sighed and nodded.

“It…is a plausible explanation. Even then, it’s still not…good that you’re getting such bruises just from living your life. It makes me…” He paused for another moment, as if trying to decipher the exact name for the emotion he was feeling. “…concerned. You’re likely still iron deficient, have you been eating enough leafy greens, beans, or eggs?” Kay tried to conceal the guilt that likely immediately appeared on her expression, but by the look on his face, he got his answer. He clicked his tongue, and Kay braced herself for a lecture or hearing how he was disappointed in her. However, neither came as he drifted a bit closer to her and took her hand gently. “I am only concerned for your health, you’re only human after all. I will remind you when I can, but can you promise me to try to take care of yourself better as well?” Kay released a breath, her heart rate slowing as she processed that he wasn’t upset with her.

“I promise. As long as you do too, Mr. ‘Sometimes Forgets to Eat at All When Focusing on His Experiments.’” She replied, causing him to let out a defeated chuckle.

“Right…I have no defense for that. I suppose we’ll simply have to look out for each other, yes?” Kay’s eyes practically lit up at his words, proceeding to throw both of her arms around him and squeezing. He seemed to be thrown off for a moment by the sudden action, but quickly regained balance, allowing the momentum to spin them around once before remaining still.

“It’s a deal!” She agreed, burying her face against the crook of his neck.

“In the meantime…” He began, taking her arm and pressing his lips against one of the bruises on it, though being sure not to apply enough pressure to cause any pain. “I suppose I will just have to kiss them until they’re better.”

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riverstardis · 1 year

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crazy little thing called love:

the previous episode’s post isn’t showing up in the tag for some reason? not for me at least

alicia’s parents are back together… but not for long!

cal’s leaving alicia a surprise in her locker because he feels bad about not trusting her but he discovers that she has a second phone💀

ah alicia’s dad’s “business partner”

oh look they’re kissing!

aand he ends up pinned against a skip by his car🙃

LMAOO alicia goes “ethan you remember my mam yeah?” and he goes “yes, you had the gonorrhoea! … sorry…” SKDKFKKFG WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT😭😭😭 ohhh i miss him

oh yeah this is cal meeting alicia’s parents for the first time lol

i love dylan’s outfit

oop cal’s noticed martin holding howard’s hand

lmaoo ethan telling cal how it was awkward having to treat alicia’s mum after the whole sti thing and cal just didn’t know about that at all so ethan explains how she got it off the dad because “apparently he was sleeping around with other women” and cal’s like “well i’m not sure about that last part” 😭😭😭

cal says do you think being a player runs in the family and shows ethan alicia’s secret phone and guesses her pin because she’d leant him her bank card to get drinks one night (her pin is 4421 if anyone was wondering - for her bank and her secret phone💀)

she has flirty messages with “loverboy” that mention scrubs so they know it must be someone in the hospital

it always makes me laugh how ethan is very clearly just as upset, if not more upset, than cal is at this development, and not in a supportive brother way! but cal just doesn’t notice at all😭

cal tries to say martin can’t come into resus but alicia’s like “come on cal, martin and my dad are close” and cal’s like “you’re telling me”😬😬 so of course they then have to come clean

alicia telling them the origin of her nickname ‘scoobie’🥺🥺

“i always loved you jackie, i never lied about that. but you knew my parents, you think my father would’ve accepted a gay son 40 years ago? my friends? so i did what everyone was telling me to do, i conformed. and then i met you and we had alicia, my beautiful little girl, and suddenly i’ve got everything in the world to lose”😥😥

aww he’d been with martin for over 9 years

gem’s had 2 weeks added on to her sentence

cal’s now having second thoughts about meeting up with alicia’s “mystery man” because “maybe sometimes things are better left alone” and ethan goes “we need to know, cal” WE???? then he corrects himself “i mean, you need to know”😭😭😭 ohh ethan you’re soo lucky cal’s distracted

LMAOO louise getting noel and max to model wedding dresses for duffy

“loverboy” turns out to be max and he’s SO confused. ethan’s like “you’re sleeping with alicia? behind his back?” well one of you certainly did! max is still so confused bc he didn’t know he’d been talking to alicia and ethan PUNCHES HIM AND CAL HAS TO HOLD HIM BACK😭😭

that’s soo out of left field for ethan and i remember people at the time theorising that this was a sign of his huntington’s starting as aggression irritability and mood swings are often some of the first symptoms and even now i still think that makes the most sense. with hindsight idk if that’s what the writers were actually going for because they never made it explicit or anything but it could be! the psychiatric symptoms often start years before motor symptoms (the prodromal stage) and ofc from cal’s death onwards it’s impossible to pick out what’s caused by hd from what’s caused by, well, literally everything else, but at this point this really stands out. he’s obviously hurt and angry, as is cal, but his reaction is so extreme and sudden, like his emotional response has been exaggerated

tbh the writers probably just thought it was funny to have ethan reacting in a way that’s obviously not just anger on cal’s behalf but cal still not notice anything suspicious. and it is funny!

alicia tells them she was just pranking max😭😭

“we’ve had fun together, cal, haven’t we? why’ve we stopped?” “i do trust you” “you hardly know me, not really. which is why it worked so well before, it was just” “fun” “everything eventually falls apart when it’s held together by a lie” :( she seems like she’s about to tell him about sleeping with ethan but then she changes her mind

poor alicia :(

aw louise bursts into noel’s interview to tell them how he saved a kids life and the machines can’t do that

aww jackie realises that howard loves and needs martin and goes and tells martin to go and be with him. funny how she didn’t need to try and rape him isn’t it🤔🤔

LMAO charlie and duffy are practising their first dance in the staff room and some others are watching them but then dylan comes in and puts his tea in the microwave without even acknowledging them and they’re all staring at him and he genuinely doesn’t even realise why😭😭😭😭 i love him sjskdkfkk

robyn goes to cal “hey that’s gonna be you and alicia next” yeahhh i don’t think so

they’re all getting ready for the stag do and duffy says to bring charlie back in one piece lmao well they will eventually

max tries to get dylan to come but he’s like “i don’t think there’s a thing in the world worse than stag nights” but then he says they can give him a lift to the kennels because he has to pick dervla up and max is like “you can do whatever you want, you’re driving” “you what?” “everyone else has had a drink” “oh my god this day just gets better and better doesn’t it” skskfkgkgk

alicia tells cal that her parents split up but it’s probably for the best and cal’s like “yeah it’s never easy though, no matter how old you are” hmm interesting… definitely sounds like he’s implying his parents split up which again doesn’t fit with the original backstory richard winsor talked about where ethan stayed at home and had a more family oriented upbringing than cal did does it?

lmao cal makes alicia think he’s proposing and the absolute FEAR in her eyes SJSKDKFK but it’s just lingerie and he’s like “see we can still have fun together”

cal’s like “we good?” and alicia says yeah… but not for long!

alicia goes “bet you give these to all your girlfriends” and cal goes “only the ones i’m in love with” oh poor cal

lmaoo ethan gives cal his stag do t-shirt and shows him his which says ‘barry 2017 world tour “ethan-ator”’ and cal’s like “oh you are not my brother” and ethan just laughs and goes “THE ETHAN-ATOR” DNDKSKJFF just how much has he had to drink already??? he’s also wearing it OVER his shirt???

the cuff link falls out of cal’s jacket as he goes to get changed and he says to charlie “can you believe i nearly blew it all for that?” and charlie’s like “but you didn’t!” but then ethan comes back over, notices it, and goes “hey where’d you get that? i’ve been looking for that everywhere!” and cal is SHOOK but ethan has no idea what he just revealed😭😭

yay the stag the dog and the sheep time!!!!!

#classic casualty #crazy little thing called love #faith cadogan’s got nothin on jackie munroe!

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darethshirl · 2 years

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so many elf fics!

Another exchange, another fic-gathering post! I had an ENORMOUS amount of fun writing for the @arlathanxchange these last couple months, and got to read so many amazing stories. :‘) If you haven’t checked the collection yet I urge to do so!!

now on to the FICS 👀

Gifts I Received:

Healers and Dreamers by @dirthenera (Solas/Lavellan, T rated, 3600 words)

Inquisitor Lavellan insists on visiting the Frostback Basin to find the last Inquisitor after visiting Crestwood with Solas, to find a distraction from the hurt and coldness every time she tries to talk to him about what happened.

She doesn't expect to find so much of herself and Solas mirrored in Telana and Ameridan's story, and he doesn't expect the ever capable Inquisitor to be badly injured by the Hakkonites.

An absolutely lovely exploration of post-breakup solavellan, filled with yearning and bittersweet love and PAIN 😭 Solas tries to heal Lavellan after an injury and in the process breaks both their hearts all over again (OH AND MINE TOO). This was all I could have wanted from a prompt like this, and the angst is Exquisite.

Fill My Cup by @rosella-writes (Solas/Lavellan, Explicit, 1800 words)

Virelan wants to come. Solas wants to teach her something new.

SMOKING HOT SMUT 👀👀🥵👌👌 Solas is a bratty dom (yes they exist) and he and Virelan have a delightful dynamic in this. Solas teases her skillfully and without mercy and frankly it’s exactly what she needed 😌💯

Gifts I Wrote:

oh the river, it's running free (oh the joy it brings to me) for @rosella-writes (Andraste&/Shartan, G rated, 1700 words)

I will immolate my own soul for this cause, she thinks, and it feels true.

I went full-hog with the introspection and Poetic Imagery in this one lol. Andraste’s pov, in all her strangeness and mystery. this puny little fic took me THREE GODDAMN WEEKS to write but in the end it was worth it. :’) I admit I’m pretty proud of this!

bright days of halcyon for @dreadfutures (Solas&Hawen with some solavellan, G rated, 2900 words)

“When did your people first choose you as their leader?” he asks politely, a guest’s good manners to his host.

Hawen smiles at him, his eyes crinkling. “It was the gods that chose me,” he says, his tone serene. “They gave me the gift of magic, and so set me on my path.”

Solas is struck speechless, the words a punch. Magic is your birthright, he wants to say, not for anyone to give or take, and Can a man be truly free if he can’t even choose his own path? and The injustice of this world is vast enough to drown in.

And then, hidden beneath it all, pulsing like a heartbeat: My fault. My fault.

right so this was basically just an excuse to cram as many of my “solas interacting with dalish clans and having it be GOOD” headcanons as I could 😂 and my god was it fun! this was the MOST enjoyable fic I’ve had the pleasure to write in a long time, and I feel so fond of it!!! :’) :’) I’m so glad I got the chance to write it :’)

Some Extra Stuff

okay I had absolutely nothing to do with any of these fics 😂😂 but I was very impressed by them (which is really saying something, considering how many good fics there are in the collection!!) so I wanted to give them a shoutout anyway:

Faerie-Stories Not for the Faint of Heart by @hezjena (Mythal&Flemeth, T rated, 1800 words)

Flemeth of Highever knew that she could count on no one else for her escape. The bard, Osen, long legged and sweet of tongue was many things, but she knew in her broken heart that he wasn’t coming for her. Her inheritance of their love had left her head full of the pretty faerie stories that he had spun. Beautifully crafted songs of virtuous princesses in towers, guarded by vicious dragons waiting to be rescued by shining valiant knights on pure white steeds.

She threw her head back and laughed deeply at the very thought of it all.

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Flemeth meets Mythal, an origin story.

a fascinating and fairy-tale like depiction of Flemeth and Mythal’s very first meeting. I’m absolutely obsessed with the ideas here, and the image of them talking through a mirror lives rent free in my mind 👌

Homecoming by @queenaeducan (Charter&Lace Harding, T rated, 5000 words)

Charter has never been one for parties. The air, always thick with the smell of incense and perfume, draws like a rope around her neck. Her high-collared uniform is doing her no favours, either, fabric drawing tight against her skin as she cranes her head to look around the room. Orlesians gossip from behind porcelain masks, their painted smiles jeering like actors in a play. They mingle in a crowd of Rivaini merchants with a wealth of gold rings hoarded on their fingers, and, of course, Tevinter magisters who seem indifferent, at best, to be in attendance at such an affair. Even if it was hosted by one of their own.

She’s loath to admit that, at least in this, they are in agreement.

Charter attends a Tevinter party, hoping to deny the Dread Wolf another ancient Elvhen artefact.

okay real talk, this could have just as easily been an actually published story in Tevinter Nights and I wouldn’t have blinked an eye. VERY cleverly written, I loved all the twist and tursn of the plot and I continue to be exceedingly impressed by it 👀💯

#my writing #fic recs #dragon age #solas #solas x lavellan #solavellan #andraste #mythal #flemeth #charter #dai #arlathan exchange

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kidflashimpulse · 2 years

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Thank you for the food. It was delicious. I’m excited to see how Jay reacts to Bart not being with Ed haha!

Can I ask if you have any headcanons you haven’t yet talked about between them (Jay and Bart)? I’m a sucker for those (almost?) ‘found family’ tropes 🥲

so glad u enjoyed it ( ∩ˇωˇ∩)♡ haha thank u for sharing ur thoughts with me <3 I have the chapter with Jays reaction drafted, I wonder if it will be like wat everyone might be thinking so far sdfghjkl we will have to wait and see

AND OMG YES I HAVE SO MANY, some of which I have included in the draft and don't want to spoil so I can't mention those, but I will do my best to share some rn

ik u asked about what I haven't mentioned so far but I think ill take the opportunity to flesh out this one that I have mentioned in AAIT, to discuss the specific details. I definitely think they both have a very much father-son kind of relationship, not entirely in the traditional sense but Jay IS the closest/most consistent thing to a father Bart has ever had (since I HC that both Don and Dawn died in his original timeline when he was about 4/5).

Jay definitely views Barry/Wally as family, in Outsiders he mentioned that Wally was like a grandson to him (which very much makes sense, especially age wise) and having known Barry for so long he can easily see him as his son too (which weirdly kinda makes Bart and Barry brothers in the eyes of Jay which is somehow the funniest sht ever but lets not get into that). The thing is he didn't directly raise Barry or Wally and hasn't been responsible for them as a guardian, which is very different to his involvement in Barts life. So I think its very reasonable for him to also feel like Bart is his son.

In comics, Jay and Joan can't conceive so it was revealed they actually adopted an infant boy who just a couple weeks later passed away cause of pneumonia. It was very traumatising so thats why they very much embraced the whole hero mentor aspect of things and easily forming parental bonds to the younger generations of heroes like Barry.

But because Bart is legally under his care and lives in the same household and all, Jay experiences a different aspect of what it means to be a father which is closer to the traditional sense compared to what hes used to with Barry.

For instance, the man now has school responsibilities that hes gotta attend to for Bart. He tries his best to fill in the role of what is expected of a father, so he takes things like Barts school responsibilities seriously (lol).

Since Jay and Joan are literally in their 90s when Bart comes into their lives (wild) they must've been mentally dead-set on thinking they'd never have the responsibility of taking care of an actual kid, so I like to think Jay at the very least (cause Joan is cool like that) is wholly unprepared with all the responsibilities of being a guardian so he tries his best to research what hes got to do lol.

As mentioned in AAIT, hes hesitant to outwardly tell Bart about seeing him as his son and making it known, for a bunch of reasons (the never ending nuanced depths between found family aside) and one of them I do think is also cause 1. Barts dad literally exists in the timeline, Bart literally calls Don dad lmfao 2. Barry

Whilst Bart and Barry if anything have the equivalent of a really close Uncle/Nephew - Mentor/Mentee borderline parental relationship (with their issues lol), I doubt Bart particularly views Barry as a father figure and vice versa, especially since hes being raised by Jay. But because of the age factor (Barry being closer age wise as a father to Bart than Jay who viewed Wally as his grandson partially because of this) and their literal blood relation, especially with how mentor/mentee relationships can be borderline parental, Jay obviously wouldn't want to take that away from Barry, so he might feel conflicted to take on the label of being a father to Bart.

Of course, at the end of the day its all just anxiety and Jay and Bart are very much found family father/son, at least, in my HC and understanding of YJA lol

this might not be what u had in mind, but I hope I answered ur question :) Thank u again <3

#YJ Asks #flash family #flash fam #bart allen #jay garrick #impulse #kid flash #young justice #young justice phantoms #yj #dc #An Anomaly In Time

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biolizardboils · 1 year

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sad i cant get Frontiers yet. im gonna gush about the Knuckles short so i wont be so sad

so it took me a week to realize the prologue comic and this short have different subtitles. the comic has Convergence and the short has Divergence. the acts of coming together and coming apart, respectively. hmm

also for anyone who missed it: this year, official Sonic social media said “here’s some fun material to get you caught up on series lore, also SURPRISE these are canon and take place just before the next game!” the timeline for this material is as follows: TailsTube (video series) >> Prologue: Convergence (comic) >> Prologue: Divergence (animation). if you haven’t seen them yet, enjoy!

on to the actual short: man. game-wise, Angel Island has been kinda irrelevant the entire time i’ve been into Sonic, zone reuse aside. i read up on its history, the games it was used in, and i revered it as the lore’s first big cornerstone. but outside of fanfiction it never really felt like it mattered until lately. i’ll shut up about it eventually, but damn, shit’s had me like this all year

so now that Classic-era lore and Everything After aren’t walled off from each other anymore, i guess the M.E. has two shrines (the indoor one in Hidden Palace, and the outdoor one seen from SA1 onward) and Knuckles moves it between them for some reason. you’d think he’d just keep it in the first one instead of letting it make a big green Come-Steal-Me beacon in the sky lol. maybe it’s an ancient custom, or he just wanted the rain to wash it

i love Flickies :) idek why, i just do. funy birdy

“Perhaps it’s karma...” Knuckles sweetie no!! your ancestors’ mistakes should not be yours to bear!!

TIKAAAAL MY DAUGHTERRRR

i like how this flashback clarifies two things the original SA1 cutscene didn’t, one happy-ish and one sad. on one hand, at least some of the trampled Chao could get up right after, instead of them all laying there dead (that freaked me out when i first played it). on the other, Pachacamac violently threw aside his own daughter. between this and popping Longclaw in the SCU, this guy just keeps getting worse

Perfect Chaos’ roar is so uniquely gorgeous for a 25-year-old soundbite.. the chills i got when the screen went white and it rang out...

“The question is: whose power was it originally? Who build this shrine to the Emeralds, and where did they go?” holy shit holy shit holy shit?? like?? ive wondered about the Emeralds’ origins before, but i never thought the series would address it. im not even sure i want them to address it; it’s been up for fan speculation for so long that an official answer might not live up to the hype. that being said they’ve got my full fucking attention

Tikal and Chaos are still around :’’’) its cool that they can come down from Sonic’s World Heaven whenever they like apparently

its also cool that Knuckles casually follows Tikal’s light ball. i wonder if that happens often, her pointing him towards cool shit on the Island

still not over Chao living in Sky Sanctuary man;; its so obvious that i cant believe it was never shown before! like of course Chao live on the Island, they lived near the shrine in the past! of course they live in this zone specifically, its like the Hero Garden but 10x bigger!

the gorgeous shot of Knuckles twirling in the air!! he was dodging buildings but he was enjoying himself at the same time!!

shoutout to Pablo, my spoiled NiGHTS Chao in SA1 that i haven’t visited in years lol

so many questions about the Koco Thing the Chao wanted... is it just a mask, or the front half of a real Koco’s corpse? if the latter’s true, where’s the back half? the Gear Thing looked like it fit snugly underneath the face, as if it’d been inside the Koco. i doubt Sonic’s gonna have to crack these Baby Rocks open to collect Gears, but the framing here looks too intentional. (if the game answers any of this please don’t tell me i wanna find out on my own)

speaking of spoilers there’s now no spoiler-free way for me to look up what the thing Knux put the Gear in is called so im stuck calling them Ancient Lawn Chairs

his goofy ahhh scream when he comes out the other end lmaoo

“Oh, an ambush, huh? Your funeral.” bro the delivery there....

the way the music cuts off as he prepares the punch and comes ROARING back in when it hits!!!!! i took Katie and Tyson’s advice and watched this on my big TV and i swear the impact SHOOK my whole house it went SO HARD

the fucking GASHES he makes on the third robot i FELT that shit. i felt his POWER, the WEIGHT of his every move throughout the whole scene. from that first punch something different started to happen it was amazing

AND THEN HE BRINGS THE WHOLE CLIFF CRASHING DOWN OH MY GOD

Sonic and Knuckles will see a robot teetering on a ledge and say “is anyone else gonna style on this guy?” and then not wait for an answer

“AND AFTER I WIN--” god i LOVE his confidence here

and then the floating angry preschooler brought out her biggest toy and said “bet” zcxvcbnm

fr tho what did Sage do to him?? did she Orb him immediately or did the Big Thing kick his ass first

poignant call back to the opening monologue aside, Knuckles’ screaming made me think of this lol

“But sometimes...” Knuckles. sweetheart. no man is an (Angel) island. sounds like you need another lesson on the true superpower of teamwork. ill try to give you one when i get the game and free you

I’m Here’s drop over the credits and Sega’s eye logo joined forces to jumpscare me back-to-back lol

i aint got no deep final thoughts but god damn these shorts just keep getting better exponentially, what kinda black magic they doing over there

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic frontiers #sonic frontiers prologue #sonic frontiers prologue divergence #knuckles the echidna #frontiers prologue #frontiers prologue divergence #knuckles #me talking #sth #frontiers #long #caps tw #onewaydreamcore

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Tag 9 People You Want To Get To Know Better

thank you @scrawnytreedemon for tagging!! let’s begin, shall we? :3c

Three Ships: ughhhhh this is real hard because I JUST invented the most horrible, wonderful “why does it work” crackship a few weeks ago, but if I want to include it, I have to ignore one of my three big zelda ships :C

1. Ghiralink. because of course. I feel like it’s illegal to leave this one out or put it any lower. it’s the good food. it’s well-established. I can afford to be picky with my content. it’s great :D

2. Astlink! sorry Kohlink, but Astlink is less likely to scare half my audience away 😔.

tbh I’m still VERY surprised that Astor and Link aren’t paired together nearly as often as Zelast (Astor / Zelda). don’t get me wrong, both are rare pairs, but somehow Astlink is even *rarer* shksjhdjhsshs, and I can’t for the life of me figure out why. either way, it's 'moody goth bitch rejected by society (or maybe he rejected society first, it's a chicken or egg situation tbh) with the perfect golden person that everyone admires who secretly has their own issues'!! and it's about how they're on the complete opposite sides of this huge conflict and yet they find unexpected parallels in each other! and having everything fall apart but deciding to be a better person, even when the rest of the world says it's too late, because that one person believes in you and is willing to give you a chance! darkness and light! it's GOOD FOOD

(...man, I really gotta finish chapter 3 of swordsman and the seer.)

3. ...fuck it. scrawny, I hereby challenge you for the title of Weirdest Fucking Crossover Ship. Ghirahim x Godrick? Sephiroth x the Hollow Knight? I'm intrigued, but not crumbling to ash at the thought.

and so I give you this in place of gushing about Kohlink, which is unbelievably rare, but damn it, at least they're from the same source material! besides, I wasn't the first person to pair them by a long shot, no, no, no.

but there’s a special, lonely sort of pride in knowing you’re probably the first of 8 billion people in the world to ever even think of a pairing. ready? here it is:

R*x D*ng*rv*st x S*np*i from FNF.

(censored their names like that because if this shows up in the tags I’m gonna jump out a window)

yeah, man. I don't even know either.

I mean, I do know, somewhere, and my original train of thought is buried in the memory slush of a few months ago, gone forever. so now we're here. fuck. kill me. why am I writing shit for these two. girl what the hell is this

everyone who reads this post, I want a brick emoji in my inbox to simulate getting one through my window

First Ever Ship: ANYWAY, fuck, I don’t even remember at this point, I've been in greater fandom for so long. wait... oh, son of a bitch, nevermind, I do.

*sigh*

it was Billdip.

DO NOT COME AFTER ME, I DON’T SHIP IT ANYMORE. haven’t for years. I was 12. but I loved Bill Cipher (still do, he's my funny meow meow blorbo <3) and was very upset when the finale happened even though I knew that was how it had to be. but every time Billdip art came across my screen, I saw cool art where he: # 1. was still around and # 2. was more often than not a pretty human / humanoid (this was at the height of his sexymanification). hell, I didn't even give a shit about Dipper honestly, I just wanted more Bill content. and again, being literally 12, I didn’t really stop to think abt any moral implications. but yeah.

(also nowadays I hc Bill as ace sooo)

Last Song: 'She Had The World' by Panic! very nice to sing to, it's right in my range <3

Last Movie: does ‘My Little Pony: A Very Minty Christmas’ count? it’s a childhood film and practically tradition for me to watch it every year for christmas lol. although this year I’ve been replaying it for... research purposes. yeah. totally not for a lethally cursed fanfic, no sir.

if that doesn’t count, then ‘The Lego Movie’!

Currently Reading: nothing atm!! even as my 'to read' pile gets taller by the day, hhhh

Currently Watching: Minty Christmas, again, but definitely not so I can copy the dialogue verbatim to use as the base for a coked-up christmas crack fic

Currently Consuming: soup <3

Currently Craving: instant ramen, good god, especially if it’s spicy. they have cups for sale in vending machines around campus but they’re all beef and chicken flavour :C

I won't tag anyone else in this because nine people is a lot; far too many to bother with this wall of personal nonsense shdhdj but thanks anyway for tagging me scrawny, my beloved mutual!!! <3

#long post #ask game

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beautifulpersonpeach · 2 years

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Underestimate This Man at Your Own Risk (Repost)

**Small PSA: The next three weeks will be very busy for me with real life adult things I need to attend to, so I may not be on Tumblr as often as I would like to. I’ve recently gotten a very high number of asks, some of which are very well written and definitely thought provoking, however some asks are a bit related to topics I’ve responded to very recently. So please take a look at my recent posts if you haven’t already - it’s possible I’ve already written on a topic you’re asking about. Also, since my last Jimin post, I’ve gotten some (slightly) worry-toned asks or people just curious about why he’s acting like a baby chick about 70% of the time lately. Short answer here is that nothing about his actions are that unusual IMO. Shorter answer is do not underestimate a man like Jimin.

I think he gives people the choice to enjoy his cuteness or to ignore him until he switches modes again.

About six months prior this was the same guy:

I’ll respond to all your asks in due time, though I’d also like you to please be patient with me. I have a very full offline life. 💜

Originally posted: April 13th, 2022 2:11 pm

***

Repost EDIT: I almost want to split my blog into time periods like BJF and AJF or something like that, to mean a time when we lived Before Jimin's Folio, and the world After Jimin's Folio.

Lol.

I told y'all you had nothing to worry about. Let Jimin jimin. Let him do what he does best which is dazzle, puzzle, and endear people to him in a way that requires total submission. I'm very happy to see less worry-toned asks about him and can't wait to hear his solo album but before then, I'll be content to receive my copy of Jimin's Photofolio soon.

Happy Jimtober! 💜

#jimin #repost #jimin only

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vampire-sugar · 29 days

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The Queen of the Damned Progress Post! Part III chapter 4.

So it’s been over 3 weeks since I finished this chapter and I haven’t picked up the book since lol. Partly because I’ve been busier than usual, but also largely because, as I mentioned before, once I put QOTD down I find it very very hard to pick back up again. I think I realize why I’m having a hard time with this book, but I’ll get into that at the end of my little chapter review/rant thing. In short though, this is more about vampire lore rather than character exploration which is what I liked the other two books for, and the writing style is pretty tedious which makes even the interesting bits drag. It’s giving The Mortal Instruments.

That said, here’s what I thought of this chapter.

🚨 CW: a lot of discussion of rape

Spoilers ahead!!!

The Story of the Twins, Part I.

It took me so long to finish this chapter, even if I actually did enjoy it. I know that makes no sense but like that’s truly how it felt! It was interesting but it also dragged. Like Maharet really talked through the whole night! And not only is there a Part II to this story but a conclusion chapter as well like this is giving me flashbacks to TVL Marius chapter. And aren't these vampires pressed for time?? How many more nights will they be listening to this story while Akasha and Lestat are out committing mass murder....

But on a more serious note:

First, making up the origin of mummification in Egypt to be like “it was to stop them from eating their dead, which was a sacred thing to do in our village and the way the Egyptians did it was more savage than we did it but still mummification is such a vile practice, the Egyptians suck in all ways actually” is such a crazy thing to do. Like Egyptians pre Akasha are described as savage and during Akasha are described as vile, and I cringed every time I read it.

Another CW in case you missed the one above the cut! 🚨 Discussion of rape below.

Khayman. I knew that he was the one to have raped the Twins from his introductory chapter, and that he was made to do it by the King and Queen (he was comiting the King’s rape). But my assumption then had been that Enkil was already a vampire when he gave the order, and Khayman was compelled to commit the act. Essentially, I thought it was a mind control situation, and I had thought him to be a more tragic character than he actually is. Now it’s like the least you could do is hate yourself for following through. And it takes a certain type of effort to commit the act as well, which I don’t know how one can bring themselves to that level. Maharet thinks the same.

I think, as he came towards us, I believed he could not do it, that a man could not feel the pain which he felt and still sharpen his passion for this ugly work.

I understand that Khayman did not want to do it, he was forced to do it, and to not would have meant death. Maharet knows this and still wonders the above. While she is dissociating, he is imagining scenes in his head to arouse himself.

I guess he got a fate worse than death, being an ancient vampire forever lonely and consumed with guilt and self hatred, probably too ancient to die even if he wanted to.

It’s very hard to feel bad for this Khayman character when, even after the Twins escaped to their homeland and Maharet gave birth to a daughter (from Khayman’s rape), and the Twins were happy, Khayman comes back with a bunch of soldiers and ruins it. Again, he could have just lied and said he couldn’t find the Twins. But instead he begs them to go back to Egypt to get rid of the curse of vampirism. The curse that came as a consequence of his and the King and Queen’s actions. This got me heated. Take the punishment if you really do feel so bad!!!

Anyway,

I think this book is very much about vampires being vampires rather than like family/character dynamics, character exploration, etc. It’s very plot heavy, at times it felt like I was reading the Mortal Instruments lol so maybe I would have liked it more if I had read it in high school. And sometimes it really drags.

I know there’s not a lot of positive things I’ve said about this chapter, I guess the only positive was that I finally understand part of the dreams everyone was having. Again, I read it more than 3 weeks ago so I can’t really remember all of my thoughts on this chapter.

I’m excited for the next chapter, I prefer the Lestat POV ones because we get some Akasha/Lestat action and I find it very hot lol. And so far Akasha and Lestat are the only ones with personality tbh.

I probably will stop posting chapter by chapter now and just post whatever I feel about the book as I read.

Next up: Lestat: This Is My Body; This Is My Blood

#queen of the damned #the vampire chronicles #interview with the vampire #iwtv

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ghosts-and-blue-sweaters · 10 months

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August, September, & December for the ask game :D

crush names

Oh man, I haven’t had a crush since I was in like 4th grade qksgaksgjag

Okay. The names. Are:

Logan

Beau

Ben

Logan was my first crush <3 My true love… met when I was six years old at soccer camp… I annoyed him greatly BUT I also saved him from a bunch of bullies who were way older than us so!!

I was kinda fierce as a child my goodness-

Beau! He was… nice? Seemed fun. He had a baseball cap named Jeffrey.

Ben. Oh boy XD

I had a crush on him for a little bit and then, one day, he came up to me and asked if I wanted to play foosball with him. I was so confused alsgaksgaksg but I said yes.

We… played(?) and just… partway through… he just… left lol. No words, no goodbye, WE DIDN��T EVEN FINISH THE GAME, he just left lol. It was pretty funny.

instruments I play/ want to play

I play ukulele and guitar!!

I realllly want to learn violin, at some point :D It’s a beautiful instrument, and my very favorite to listen to!!

random fact about me

I will list Several >:)

I’m an INFP!!!

I really want to learn ASL but haven’t figured out how to do that :’0

I AM CURRENTLY WEARING A LONG BLUE/WHITE SKIRT AND IT IS LOVELY. SO FUN TO RUN MY HANDS ALONG. PHENOMENAL TEXTURE.

I hardly ever reread stories, original or fanfic! It has to be exceptionally good for me to reread

I have over 50 notebooks <3

One that’s entirely dedicated to my DSMP thoughts/headcanons/fic ideas :D I love it

I have been eating corn dogs for like the last few weeks for lunch I have eaten so many corndogs

I KEEP FORGETTING TO EAT DINNER

#yayyy :D #ask #ask game answers

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camillewasthere · 2 years

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repeat

It's currently 3am and I'm going through old photos. Whenever I look back on time periods, especially through photos, I feel sad + happy. Sad because I'll never be that girl again but happy that I got that experience. I used to be so impulsive and fun. But fun in a way that was mysterious. There were so mnay situatoins that I found myself in that just seemed way too crazy. 30 year old me would never do the things that young 20s me would. Here are some examples!

1) Meeting a random man in Seville. Talking to him. Spending the whole day at the park with him. Staying over his place and going out for croissants and hot chocolate in the morning.

2) Flying across the country to stay a week with someone that I haven't seen in 5 or so years.

3) Sleeping with a dad who had two children lol

4) Walking the streets of Portland alone at 2am and finding a random 24h coffee shop to stay in until it was time for my early flight the next morning.

5) Befriending a newspaper guy in Barcelona who I saw almost every day for the 3 weeks I was there. And said hello to!

6) All of the solo walks I would do in the most random places.

7) Talking to three guys at once lol.

8) Driving an hour or so north to meet with some guy who seemed way more interesting virtually.

Honestly. Main character energy. I miss it a lot. Every time I think of people that are in that stage of their life, I'm almost envious. But I also hope that they're living exactly like they want to be. It's so interesting that I ended up on this side of the fork.

In an alternate life, I would probably be living in Barcelona or somewhere in Europe. Married/dating someone European and teaching English in whatever country I wound up in. Truly a free spirit.

Instead, I chose the stable life. Which is equally as satisfying. It's the mature route. I am officially a nurse and working on a surgical acute floor and I love it. I'm making the money that I deserve for the work ethic that I have. I'm so so so lucky. I was reading the last post I wrote on here and I mentioned the application for Sharp that I applied for. It's fucking wild to think that I got that job. Manifesting works so much. And I think that's why I can be content about my choices. I know that if I wanted to, I could definitely leave everything and pursue the other fork in the road. Literally nothing is impossible in this life.

Arthur recently got a job with United and i'm so stoked because I'm hoping that a little bit of that impulsive Camille comes back.

The biggest "issue" I've been grappling with has been children. 30 is here. This is the decade that I decide if I want kids. And that's fucking terrifying. Not even a decade really. Half a decade. I have 3-5 years of being able to live my life before I fully have to decide. The thought is debilitating to be honest. But there are times where I do get baby fever. I'd love to care for a little mini me. And I know i'd probably be good at it in the beginning. Or just in general because of my understanding spirit. But the idea of childbirth is a fucking mindfuck. Like...... another human literally comes out of this tiny hole and I'm stuck with it for the rest of my life. Having my dogs and committing all this time to them have definitely been an eye opener for me. Having kids officially ends that old era of Camille and starts a completely new one where I'm a mom. So wild that women do this every day.

Anyway. It's now 330. I work night shifts so staying up late has been actually great. Very shocked to say that considering how nervous I was about nightshift originally.

I think it's time for bed though lol.

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reginamazing · 2 years

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2004-2011-2016-2022

>1)Starting time: 3:38 PM EST 1:38 PM EST 5:08AM EST 6:46AM EST

>2)Your Name: ReGina - Regina - Regina - Still Regina lol

>3)Nicknames: GiGi, Reggie, Zoe, Gina-banina - Regs, Reggie, Reg - Regina, jeans

>4)School: Parkview High School - Maybe St. Pete College in a month… *fingers crossed* - School of hard knocks. - School is for suckers.

>5)E-mail: [email protected] [email protected] - ^^same. - Still same.

>6)Eyes: naturally brown - That prob wont ever change. - Still hasn’t. - Still brown!

>7)Height: 5'5 & ¾"! - Or that. - Yup. - Probably the same, but honestly not sure 😅

8)Pets: Pittypat! *MWAH* - Annie and Jenga - Still have both of those babies - Jenga and Kira…makes me sad to think that by the time this thing crosses my path again, Jenga will probably be gone

>9)Siblings: hm lets see… 2 half sisters; Nicole and Kim, 1 half brother; Reggie Jr., 2 stepsisters; Amber and Ashley, and 2 stepbrothers; Patrick and Ryan - Samesies. - Samesies still. I wonder how Amber and Ashley are…

——-Have you ever?——-

>10)Been so drunk you blacked out: nope, neva eva - More times than I can count on my fingers and toes. - More times than there are stars in the sky. - Literally yesterday 🤦🏽‍♀️

>11)Cussed out your mom: No…i want to live to graduate HS… - I will never cuss out my mom. - Sho nuff have now. - Never would again. Don’t remember having done it in the past but 🤷🏽‍♀️

>12)Gone out in public in your pajamas: i think so…probably haha - Just as often as regular clothes. - Rarely. - Only for my work anniversary party! Gym clothes is another story

>13)Missed school b/c it was raining: Nope. Not that the thought hasn’t crossed my mind… - Haha, yes. - Missed work because it was raining too. - Rain ain’t no thang.

>14)Set any body part on fire for amusement: Erm…not so much - Not for amusement, no. - I set my hair on fire, but that certainly wasn’t amusing. - Still no 😂 what are these questions

>15)Kept a secret from everyone: Doubt it. - Ha, many times. - Not anymore. Everyone knows my dirty little secrets. - Everyone except 2 people.

>16)Wanted to hook up with a friend: Oo…yes… For sue. And succeeded. - Am currently. - Want to hook up with literally anyone at this point 😂

>17) Screened a phone call: yeah! haha! - EVERY phone call. - This question seriously dates this questionnaire. - I stand by the above statement 👆🏽 It’s impossible not to

>18) Cried during a movie: Yeah…>.< stupid but yes. - Yep. And a TV show. - And a commercial. - And just thinking about a TV show 😅

>19) Had a crush on a teacher: Uhm gross. No. - - Haha, no. - Still haven’t. - Doubt I’ll have the opportunity for this ever again

>20) Ever thought an animated character was hot? Long long ago… - Umm, Prince Eric?? Hellooo, SO hot - Still have a boner for Prince Eric. Also Flynn Ryder. - Flynn Rider can still GET IT. So can Eric.

>21) Ever at anytime owned a New Kids on the Block tape: No, but that would be hella tight - Yep, don’t know what I was talking about then. - Even if I had one I would never be able to find a way to play it. - I to this day have never intentionally listened to NKOTB

>22) Planned your week based on the TV Guide: No!! I should do that!! - LMAO. I don’t even think TV guide exists anymore. - Sure doesn’t. But I have planned my day around game show network. Idk if that counts. - Nostalgia 😂 now I just plan my day around whatever sports games I want to watch

>23) Prank called someone: Haha…sorta kinda…it’s a long story… - Yeah probably. - I think I actually remember the time this happened in high school that I was probably referring to originally - Man, I still vaguely remember prank calling someone in high school. Good times

> —————-FAVORITES——————

>25) Shampoo: Suave L'oreal or Dove L’oreal Prise

>26) Soap: *blink* Shampoo!! - Haha, I actually remember what that comment was from…SO damn long ago. I don’t know what my favorite soap is. There’s Caress in there right now, so I’ll just say that. - Dove, the raspberry pomegranate one with the pink top - Still that one ☝️ but I haven’t used it in a while

>27) Color(s): green and purple and orange and yellow and blue and red and…ok i like all of them - Pink - Still pink - Pink is life

>28) Day/Night: Thats though. I like both. I only like daytime when it’s sunny though. - Hmm, interesting. I still agree. - Night. - Both.

>29) Summer/Winter: SUMMER TIME! - It’s always summer here… - Winter. Snowboarding is love. - Spooky season! And winter

>30) Online Smiley: :-D - Don’t have one. - I think you mean emoji. And that would be the :-| face. - 😂

>31) Lace or satin: Satin…like my sheets… ^.^ - Lace. - Satin. - Lace.

>32) Cartoon Character: STRONG BAD FO SHIZZLE!!!!! - Still SB. - This will never change. - Still hasn’t changed!

>33) Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend: i SO do. *nod* - Ummm…no…? I think? - Does a 10 month long fuck buddy count? - HAHAHAHA at that dude ☝️ trying to get in my pants again. No, I’m single forevaaaa

>34) Like anyone: see above haha - Yes I do. - No, I hate all of these dingalings. - I have a school girl crush on someone like an idiot.

>35) Who have you known the longest of your friends: Caroline! - Still Caroline, although we don’t talk much ever. Besides her, Amy. - Still Caroline. Going to her wedding in the fall. <3 And of course Amy. - I did not go to Caroline’s wedding 😂 still love her.

>36) Who’s the loudest: We’re all loud…but usually I’m the loudest i think haha - Mike Jennings by far. - HAHAHA. I now work for him. That’s hilarious. He still wins. - I still sort of work for him, and it’s still definitely him 😂

>37) Who’s the shyest: Ummm…I really don’t know… - Shy people do not flock to me. - One of my Grimmauld Place babes probably. - Yep ☝️ Mary.

>38) Who do you go to for advice: the Bible -Myself. - Facebook. - Mo ❤️

>39) Who do you get the most surveys from: Nobody! It makes me sad! - Haha, nobody, and it does not make me sad. - Apparently from my 17 year old self. - Facebook and weird random texts.

40) Who do you cry with: nobody - Annie and Jenga - My pillows - Kira

>————IN THE LAST 2 Weeks————

>41) Cried: yes No. - ...I’m actually not sure. - I don’t think so. - Nope

>42) Cut your hair: no…but i’m about to chop it all off - No. I should NOT have chopped it all off that time, either >.< - No, but I definitely need a trim. - Just my bangs

>43) Worn a skirt: Yep! - Prob. - I wore a dress, does that count? - Yes.

>44) Been mean: Not to anyone that matters. - All the time. - I work at a bar. So yes. - I’m working on it.

>45) Been sarcastic: Sarcasm…yeah, that’ll work. - All the time. - I work at a bar. So yes. - That’s more than half of my personality

>46) Met someone new: UmMmMm…i think so - I meet new people every day. - I work at a bar. So yes. - Trying to.

>47) Talked to someone you have a crush on: yes *teehee* blake i have a crush on you - Haha yes. My not boyfriend. - I don’t have a crush because they’re all stupid dingalings. (Thats a lie, I totally have a crush on my stupid FWB) -Every Thursday

>48) Missed someone: every day (daddy-RIP 10/24/00) - Samesies. - Samesies still...and Danny and Ricky have been on my mind a lot lately too. - I have a lot of dead friends.

>49) Fought with a friend: nope! - Nah. - Don’t have any friends to fight with. - Jessica. But we made up pretty quickly

>50) Fought with your parents: How about every day - Haven’t talked to them to fight with them. - Not currently speaking to them to fight with them. - No.

>51) Wished upon a star: I wish for you on a falling star, wondering where you are, and do i ever cross your mind in the warm sunshine? Erm…no i dont wish on stars…there’s too much smog to actually see stars - LMAO, that song is STILL the first thing to pop in my head. In the past 2 weeks, no I have not though. - The last time I saw a shooting star I was hallucinating and the last thing on my mind was to make a wish on it. So no. - That time ☝️ When I was hallucinating, I was convinced that star was a UFO 😂 No, I haven’t recently

>52) Laughed until you cried: nope - Yeah. - No. - No.

>53) Played Truth or Dare: nope - No, we totally should though. - Hahahaha I wish - God, that would be fucking ridiculous

>54) Watched a sunrise/sunset: sadly, no - Often. - Neither lately. But both are quite accessible. - The sun is rising right now.

>55) Went to the beach at night: again; sadly, no. - Not enough >.< - I could do it right now, since it’s a stone’s throw from my house. - I ran by the water a few days ago, does that count?

>56) Spent quality time alone: That’s what this quiz is for. - TOO often. - It’s not quality time when it’s all the time. - I love quality time alone.

>57) Read a book for fun: wow…i actually havent - Yep, yesterday, got a gnarly sunburn to go along with it. - When am I not reading a book for fun? - I haven’t read a book in…an embarrassingly long time

>58) Ate a meal: yes…and quite a few times if i remember correctly - Haha, crappy meals but meals nonetheless. - Been eating a shitload of salads. - I had Wendy’s for dinner 😩

>59) Are you lonely: Sometimes - Often. -Always. - Rarely.

>60) Are you happy: Sometimes - Often. - Rarely. - I try to be.

>61)Are you talking to someone online: *gasp* no im not!!! *IMs Amy* ok there now i am - Nope. Those days are long gone. I hate IMs now. - Not at this very second but usually I am. They’re all asleep right now. 12GP FTW - Nope.

>————–DO YOU BELIEVE IN——-

>62)God/Devil: Very much so - Yes. - Sure. - I think so.

>63)Love: haha of course of course - I hate it but that doesn’t make me believe in it any less. - Love? Love. Above all things I believe in love. Love is like oxygen. Love is a many splendored thing. Love lifts us up where we belong, all you need is love. - Fuck love. It’s not worth it.

>64) The Closet Monster: do those stanky shoes count? - Lol, no. - My closet has no door so the monster has nowhere to hide. - No. The under the bed monster, YES.

>65) The Big Bang Theory: yes; God said BANG and it happened. So there. - Sure. -Why not. -Yes.

>66)Heaven/Hell: yes ma'am! or sir! - Yes. Why not. - I would prefer for those to exist. —Heaven’s not a place that you go when you die. It’s that moment in life when you actually feel alive. So live for the moment.

>67)Superstitions: nah…sometimes i say i do but not really - No. - Sports related ones, yes. - Yeah, still sports ones

>**********************************************

>68)What is your full name? Regina Grace Banks - That hasn’t changed yet. - This will never change. ‘Yet’ what the hell were you talking about 23 year old Regina?! - It almost changed…won’t be making that mistake again

69)Who named you? Well I’d say my parents, but that would be the obvious answer - Same. - Pretty sure that hasn’t changed. - Yep, still them

>70)Backstreet Boys or N Sync? This is a really dated question. I like both though. - Even more dated, i CANNOT believe I didn’t immediately say BACKSTREET BOYS though! But I do like both still. - This is SO RELEVANT. BACKSTREET FOR LIFE - I literally just saw BSB in concert a few months ago!

>71) When was the last time you showered? Some time recently - Yesterday. And I’m about to when I’m done with this. - My shower is fucking broken so I haven’t had a decent one in a while - Uhhh…day before yesterday I think

>72) What color pants do you have on right now? light beige - Black - Blue and light blue with white letters - No pants dance

>73)What song are u listening to right now: some michelle branch song - Nothing…Let me hit random. Okay, Travie McCoy, Superbad. - Nothing. Let me turn on Pandora. Okay, Shwayze, West Coast Party. - Will and Sue fight on Glee, lol

>74)What was the last thing that you said online? RoCk My ChEcKeRs (4:02:37 PM): dont bite your tongue off - God knows. - “Yeah I’m excited, I’ve never been to Europe” - A quote from an old tumblr post of mine that I should probably take down

>75) What is right next to you? …empty space - Some pillows - Jenga - A bunch of pillows and I thought my dog but idk where she went

>76) What is your computer desk made of? fake wood - Wood and glass - What is this computer desk you speak of - It’s funny to think that when i did the first one of these, it would have been close to impossible without a computer desk 😂

>77)What are the last 4 digits in your phone number? my cell phone- 8249 - 3669 - still 3669 - Still 3669

>78)What was the last thing that you ate? nachos! - Some reese’s desert thing - Taco salad - Wendy’s nuggets

>79)Where do you want to go on your honeymoon? somewhere purday…like barbados or jamaica or sum'n. - Italy or Greece - Hawaii or Greece - Now having been to Italy AND Greece…I think I’ll say Italy

>80)Who do you want to spend the rest of your life with? i hope Blake - Aww. If I only knew then what I know now. - I don’t know. My TV. - Kira

>81) How many buddies do you have on your icq list? wtf? Ok i am changing this question - I still don't know what the fuck ICQ is - Still don’t know what that was. I think I looked it up but I forgot

>81 (the remix)) How many buddies do you have on your buddy list? ok thats better…193 - I haven’t had a buddy list in like…10 years. Or 8, I guess. - Buddy list. Lol. I have a couple thousand Facebook friends. what about 82 and 83? Here i’ll add some - I miss AIM.

>82) What’s the most fun you’ve ever had? When me and Caroline went to FLORIDA last year…woot! - Every night is the most fun I’ve ever had. - Shit. Probably Hangout music fest I guess. I don’t think outkast on the beach is toppable. - It was toppable. Cruising through the Greek islands is gonna be tough to top though.

>83) What’s your favorite quote? Break hearts, not curfews! - Still that. - I’ll stick with that. - Second to the right, and straight on til morning.

>84)What did you do last night? Good question…oh yeah i watched Gothika with my mommy - Played Spades with my roommates and neighbors, and then went to Destani’s house for a little while. - Worked at Hofbrauhaus and went to Cycle for a beer. - Literally nothing. Called off work and puked and watched Glee all night.

>85)What’s the best thing that you find about the opposite sex? they don’t PMS! oh wait…actually… - Penis. - They stay far away from me. - I don’t know why I like those morons so much, honestly

>86) What kind of computer do you have? a crappy Gateway - An amazing MacBook pro - A mediocre Macbook - Literally haven’t used it in so long that I don’t remember the brand…I think it’s an HP

>87)How do you eat an Oreo? Usually i put it in my mouth and chew - Dipped in peanut butter. - I don’t eat oreos anymore. - Still don’t eat Oreos.

>88)Who makes you happy? Jesus and Caroline and Blake and SOTY and and definately Amy - Everyone in my life right now, namely Melissa, Grant, and Brennan. - Chloe and my 12GP girls are about the only ones at the moment. I also just noticed that 17 year old me didn't know how to spell definitely. - My pets, my besties of which I have too many to count. Still Chloe and Melissa

>89)Fave CD? summer ‘03 mix - I can’t remember the last time I played a CD. - Yeah that still stands. - I don’t even have anything that would play a CD if I could even find one that wasn’t scratched to bell

>90)Dream car? a corvette…*sigh* - LMAO, GROSS. I just want a 135 or 335ci. I’d be fine with either of those. But dream car, if we’re getting fancy…probably a Ferrari of any variety. - 355, or I did see this BADASS pink delorean in a video at Del Mar once... - I still want that pink delorean, that thing was dope

>91)Have you ever won any special awards? Psh!! Is my name Gina Banks? - Yes. Lots. - In like, elementary school. - Yeah it’s been a while.

>92)What do you want to be when you 'grow up’: what do i WANT to be? i think being a model would be awesome…but im not pretty or skinny enough…but how amazing would it be to get paid for being pretty? - Wow. Photographer…I still think it’d be cool to be a model, but the same rules still apply. I’ll settle for taking photos of models. - Crap, I’m grown up. I guess I want to be a bartender. - Crap, I’m REALLY grown up now…still bartending. I want to travel for a living.

>93)What are your future goals? Graduate HS, Graduate Flagler College, get married (but only if i’m still with blake), and then take it from there - Hahaha! Graduate college (eventually), stay single, be a photographer in NYC. - Save up enough money for a new car and a trip to Scotland - Just trying not to die or get fired.

>94)My fave music? everything f'real - 80s, 90s, and reggae. - ^^ And I’ve also lately realized that i HATE country and polka. - I barely listen to music anymore. My favorite podcast is Morbid though

>95)Favorite Food? RAMEN! - LMAO. I’m making ramen right now actually. Thai is my fave prob. Or mexican. - Right now, honestly, salads. Of many varieties. LOLJK pizza obviously. idek why I would ever say Ramen - I’m sorry, WHAT 2016 Regina? Always ramen. I had ramen for lunch today.

>96)Favorite movies?: Dude Where’s My Car, The Emperor’s New Groove, Lion King 1 and 2, A Walk To Remember, Rush Hour, John Q, The Frequency, Moulin Rouge, MIB2, All the austin powers, the harry potter movies, Mean Girls, Catch me if you can, SCOOBY DOO! - Moulin Rouge, Love Actually, Mean Girls… - I was just talking about this today and those exact 3 were the same ones that popped into my brain. - The Greatest Showman, plus the above 3.

>97)Fave day of this year? HmMmMm…May 19 - Yeah, that works. - Sept 25, the day Caroline gets married. - Damn, I wish I’d gone to that wedding. My fave day of this year was Mo’s wedding day, with Chloe’s wedding day being a close 2nd.

>98)Fave guys cologne? I don’t wear guys cologne ô.o - Anything that isn’t Axe. - Whatever Justin wears. Funny enough, I think it’s axe. - Fuck Justin. He did wear Axe. Idk what it is now

>99)Do you like to dance? sure…usually behind closed doors though - No. - Absolutely not. - Hell to the hell no.

>100)Fast or slow? slow if its with someone - Slow is always better. - I agree with 2011 Regina - Yeah, slow.

>101)Are you too shy to ask someone out? i guess it depends - Apparently not. - Nope. - Now I am. Been wanting to ask this guy out for months and am way too scared.

>102)Fave name brand? HmMmMm…stuff by hilary duff! WOW jk. um…iunno i like a lot…Abercrombie is cute…and Paul Frank…and Tilt…basically anything that is sold at PacSun, Hot Topic, Abercrombie, Aeropostale, American Eagle, Forever 21, or Target. - Seven, Free People - Name brands are not a thing to me anymore. - I’m sure I have one but I can’t think of it.

>103)If you could change your name, what would it be? i like my name just fine thanks - Regina Darling. - Regina Darling - Regina darling. Also side note- my dog was next to me the whole time but she’s under a pillow so I couldn’t find her

>104)Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? no *cries* someone stoled the one i used to sleep with…i still miss it… - Umm. No. - Crap, I should have brought that bear back from Atlanta with me. - I wonder what happened to that bear. But no, I sleep with a real animal. Kira girl

>105)Have you ever been in love? Very much so. - No I HAD NOT. But I have now. - Yeah. Exactly once. Fuck that shit. - Yeah, made that mistake again like a moron.

>106) What is the stupidest thing you have ever done? is stupidest a word? went down the stairs in a cardboard box in 5th grade… - Drank 10 shots in 15 mins, which led to me chipping my tooth on the ground after falling facefirst after trying to punch my friend. - No, stupidest is not a word. That would be drinking 1/2 a bottle of rumpleminze and then taking 2-3 hits of acid on my last night in Colorado. - Ugh, still that one. It was more than 2-3 hits, I think it was like 10.

>107) What will your first son’s name be? i dont want kids but Eric, Adam, Blake, or Beau - Still dont want kids. I like all those names though. Besides Blake. - No kids. - No kids, although the government took away my right to decide if I want to kill them with fire.

>108) First daughter? Janet or Lila - Janet?! Ew. I like Lila. It’s like, one of my favorite girl names. - I still can't believe I said Janet. - Janet is alright. Idk why i was hating on it so much. But I do still love the name Lila. Thanks sweet valley high

>109) Favorite drink? PEACH CRUSH. - Peach Fanta. Do they still make crush? - Water. - Fernet 😂

>110) Do you like scary or happy movies better? Happy!!! Scary movies scare me ;_; - Same exact answer. - I hate scary movies. - Scary movies still scare me.

>111) On the phone or in person? In person fo shizzle - In person. - In person. - I only use my phone for social media and games.

>112)Lust or Love? Love <3 - Lust. - Lust. - Ugh, fucking neither at this point.

>113)If you could change something about yourself, what would it be? i’d be nicole kidman - LMAO. I’d be skinnier. Or have better hair. - LMAO!! I just watched moulin rouge and was thinking the exact same thing as 17 year old regina. I’d be skinnier. - I’d fix my teeth.

>114)Do you consider cheerleading a sport? Yeps - Sure. - Yeah why not - Absolutely

>115)Do you want your friends to write back? YES! - Yes. - Again, no friends. So I won’t be offended if they don’t. - They better.

>116)End time: 4:14 PM EST 2:01 PM EST. 5:39 EST. Fuck I need to go to sleep. 7:43AM EST. I wish I could sleep.

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