#can you guys guess what movie i saw after work yesterday???

[freaky-flawless]

New headcanon just dropped!!!

#monster high #monster high fanart #toralei stripe #puss in boots #can you guys guess what movie i saw after work yesterday??? #absolute masterpiece!!! #thats her daaaadddddd!! #she's the daughter he didn't know he had cuz he's such a playboy!!!! #and an outlaw #he'd probably be an eah character since he's from a fairy tale #so theres an alternate universe out there where toralei grew up in that dimension instead #truthfully i know fuck all about eah for all i know there already is a puss in boots kid #i have so many thoughts about this ahhhhh #id in alt!!

[nickfurysrighteye]

college au!chase davenport x fem!reader

summary: you're a college student. you go on a date with adam, the campus' fuckboy, but you didn't know he had a brother...

cw: kinda nsfw!! swearing, mentions of sex/hooking up, heavy make out in a public place, you and chase get reaaally touchy, adam's an asshole (sorry adam). that's it :)

a/n: part 2 here!! this is not what i was going for when writing another chase x reader but i thought "fuck it, chase smut"

minors do not interract!!

"y/n guess what, this guy at the party yesterday told me he saw you on campus and wanted to ask you out so i told him we're roommates and he gave me his number." your roommate says, the morning after she went to a frat party.

"wait really? what's his name?" you reply with a mix of surprise and excitement in your voice.

"adam davenport"

"oh my god that fuckboy wanted my number?!" you say, kind of disappointed. frat guys weren't really your type and adam was definitely the complete opposite of what you want in a guy. he is known on campus for two things: his parties and being a total asshole to girls.

"i don't want anything to do with him, especially after my last relationship, i don't need a guy like that."

"you don't have to date him, what you need is a rebound to forget your ex. go out with him, hook up and then leave, that's what he does anyway." your friend's plan wasn't that bad, you take it into consideration.

"to be fair, adam is kinda hot and i do need a rebound..sure i'll text him, why not."

-

adam didn't live on campus, he had a small apartment downtown his father paid for so he didn't have to live in the dorms. after a bit of texting he asked you to come over to his place. you didn't expect much from this date, your idea was to follow your roommate's plan and you made sure to look your best in order to go through with it.

"hey, come on in." adam says opening the door for you. the apartment was small but tidy. you enter the apartment and make your way into the living room, which was an open space including the kitchen. sitting at the kichen island was a brunette guy with a black long sleeve tshirt, focused writing something on his laptop. he looks away from the screen the moment he hears your voice.

"hi, I'm y/n."

"oh, he's my brother, chase. we're roommates, don't pay attention to him."

"you're in college too, chase?" you ask.

"yeah i'm a physics major." he looks at you and slightly smile, a small dimple forming on his cheek.

"no way i'm a physics major too, how come i've never seen you at the lectures?"

"getting noticed by girls is not his strong suit. why don't we go to my room, we can watch a movie." adam says quickly, trying to get you away from his brother. it was clear he wasn't supposed to be there but adam couldn't do anything about it.

instead, you get closer to chase "what are you working on?"

"i'm writing a paper on the poly-exclusion principle. it's weird, usually the girls adam brings home don't do this much talking. they aren't physics major either. " he stops writing and leans a bit onto the table to get closer to you. he looks at you with that slight smile. his eyes were like watercolors, brown blue and green swirling together, framed by the fair mauve color of the skin underneath. he wasn't getting as much sleep as he should be.

you want to reply but his beauty his mesmerizing. his ruffled brown hair, his rosy lips, his hands, which had a dash of red on the knuckles from the cold weather. you just can't look away.

"ok that's enough small talk, let's go y/n" adam interrupts your brief conversation, taking you by the arm and slowly leading you to the corridor.

"if you're going to have sex please be quiet. i have a lot of work to do." chase says loudly as the two of you walk away.

how many girls does he bring home? do i really wanna be just a number? you think as you walk into adam's room. you start to reconsider your plan, you aren't so sure you want to hook up with him anymore.

-

adam's laptop is set on the bed, a movie playing in the background. you're making out but it's not leading anywhere, too many thoughts going through your head.

"so...you wanna hook up or..?" adam pulls away from the kiss.

"uhh..i-"

adam stops you mid sentence "it's ok if you don't, but if we're not gonna do it then imma ask you to leave."

"what?" his audacity baffles you.

"yeah imma be honest, that's the only reason i asked you out so if you're not cool with that there's no reason to keep this going. i actually have another girl i gotta call-"

"oh my fucking god you cannot be serious." you stand up, hastily gather your things and head to the door.

"what? i said i was gonna be honest." adam says suprised.

"listen i knew you were famous for one night stands but jesus fucking christ have some tact!" you open the front door and leave, swinging it close behind you.

"byee! have a good night!" chase shouts, sitting in the same spot with his eyes glued to the screen. "well that's a first! she was nice."

"fuck off chase."

-

the next day you decided to spend the afternoon studying at the campus' library. you arrive later than you usually do and hope to still find a good spot. after a some wondering around you see a familiar figure sitting at a table with a laptop open. the brown haired boy from the previous night sitting at the table alone, you walk over to him.

"hey, chase, right?" you remembered his name, matter of fact you thought about him a lot after leaving adam's apartment, there's something about him that just pulls you in you can't help it.

"hey, good to see you here." he smiles again, this time showing his pearly white teeth.

"mind if i sit here with you?"

"no, not at all."

"how's the paper turning out?" you pick the the seat right across him.

"It's driving me insane, i think i spent so much time writing it I'm starting to show signs of severe sleep deprivation. how about you? what are you studying?" he rubs his tired eyes and run his fingers through his already messy hair. that boy seriously needs to sleep.

"i'm just going over some course material. I've missed a couple lectures, not that the professor knows how to teach this stuff anyway." you say as you take out your books and laptop out of your bag.

"i can help you out if you want." he leans a bit to see what material you're going to revise.

"that would be great, actually. thank you so much."

a few hours go by and now the room you're in is basically empty, the only sound filling the deep silence is the quiet mormouring of you and Chase talking. the two of you are now sitting next to eachother, not really studying, you gave that up around half an hour ago.

"by the way i'm so sorry about adam, he can be a real asshole sometimes."

"don't worry about it. if i knew he had a brother i wouldn't have gone out with him." a light chuckle leaves your mouth as you finish your sentence, then you realize the words you just pronounced. you turn your eyes upon chase and see him with his head lightly tilted, a smirk on his face and his watercolored eyes gazing at you with a glimpse of amusement. he chuckles.

"i'm sorry, that was weird. forget i said that. what i meant was adam's not my type anyway." an even worse feeling washes over you, god why can't i just shut up your thoughts are interrupted suddenly by chase's low and soft voice.

"what's your type then?" so many words fill up your thoughts but none are coming out. you stare at his lips, his soft, plum, roseate lips that had a blood colored aura in the center. you want to know what it's like to kiss them, to bite them, to feel them all over you, to feel them brush against your neck as he whispers sweet words to you.

you don't say anything, your body leans closer to him and you slowly close your eyes, all of a sudden you feel your lips meeting with chase's for a quick moment. your eyes open again and your faces are inches apart. chase places carefully a hand on your cheek and gently places his lips back on yours. he moves with such care it seems if he kisses you any harder you're going to break. he kisses you so tenderly it sends chills down your spine. he's so gentle and warm, it's like cold was the only thing your body has ever known until he touched you and heated you up.

he brushes his tongue against your lower lip and haltingly pushing it into your mouth, making your tongue swirl together. you felt your body get even hotter, your heart starts to race, his tongue felt so good you didn't want the kiss to end. his hands start to wonder down your body, feeling every curve, caressing you, studying your shape with his fingertips. his hands go down until they reach your hips, then they slowly make their way back up. he stops right underneath your breasts. your body's craving more of his touch. you need to feel him. all of him. you move one of his hand up and he cups one of your breasts squeezing it, making you moan softly into the kiss. your sweet sounding moan makes his lungs clench and cheeks burn. as he starts to lightly circle around your nipple with his thumb your hands travel up his thighs and get closer to his groin. his pants are getting tighter.

just like that chase pulls away from the kiss and moves his hands away. "we're in public, i think we went a little too far."

you laugh, "yeah i- uh, i think so." you don't care, truth be told if it were for you, you'd be bent over the table with your pants pulled down and chase pumping his dick into you. you couldn't care less about someone accidentally seeing you, you need more of his touch. you've never craved anything more than this. you need him.

"It's getting late, we should go." chase starts to gather his things. "we- uh, we should study together again...sometimes."

"yeah, sure uh...here..take this." you rip a piece of paper from your notebook, write your number on it and hand it to him. "text me, or call me or whatever you want." you pack your things.

"sure i'll see you at the lecture, goodnight." chase leaves and as he walks out of the library he looks at the small piece of paper.

"adam's gonna kill me"

-

a/n: thanks for reading <33 PART 2

#lab rats #chase davenport #chase davenport x reader #chase davenport x fem!reader #lab rats chase #labrats #lab rats x reader

[fanofstuff02]

HERE I AM! Here I am with a little writing of mine!

Before we get started, this AU belongs to @woah-why-i-am-here and they have pretty cool drawings about it. GO CHECK IT OUT!

Considering the show itself is 16+, this is aswell, know it then read this, also it has Valentino.

DEAR TUMBLR! PLEASE DONT TAKE THIS DOWN!

A little summary: Adam fell to hell, needed money, and Valentino was the only one hired him. He owned his soul, and it was too late when Adam realized what he agreed to work on. He is one of Valentino’s top whores now. And of course, Adam and Angel met, in fact, more than ‘met’. Their films sure sell a lot. They slowly become friends and Angel convinces Adam to come to the hotel. This is after these happened. Also not shipping Angel x Adam.

ENJOY! (Also since you love holydust @rius-cave , tagging you!)

“And cut!” Valentino said proudly, ending the scene. “One hour break and we’re here till 8!”

Adam panted as he tried to collect his mind. He slowly backed away from the fish demon gal, wore his robes back and got up to go to his dressing room. This was the third demon he was on top of that day, and sure enough she was not gonna be the last. Today was gonna suck. Val was planning to work on eight fucking movies, not to mention six of them were gay and two of them were with Angel. He was glad the one-hour break came.

“Addie~” He heard someone behind him and felt that certain ‘someone’ gripping his shoulders.

Valentino. Awesome. Just who he needed.

He attempted to not show the fear and hatred he felt to his face and mask. Too bad the fucking thing was programmed to show every emotion on his face, and sometimes they didn’t even needed to be on his face, him feeling them was enough. Angel had a -probably true- theory about it, he thought that it was ‘connected’ to his brain when he wore it. Adam was already regretting that he put the “I will only work with a mask” in his contract. He didn’t like the idea of showing his face on films, but this was much worse. He couldn’t fucking took it off till his shift ended!

“Yes, Val?” He asked, trying to avoid the movements he was doing to his chest. Yes, prick? he corrected himself in his brain.

“You were so, so good in the last one, babe” he chuckled.

“Thank you, Valentino.”

“Go ahead. Rest, baby.” He thought he was gonna leave him, but instead, he leaned in and kissed his cheek, completely disgusting the sinner. He didn’t flinch or resist though, he knew what’d happen if he did. “Oh, I can’t wait to see you and Angie on stage together.” he let out another one of his creepy chuckles and finally let the first man go. Adam almost runned to his dressing room, closed the door behind him and threw himself on the couch.

“Fuuck.” He groaned and tried to grab his wine bottle without getting up.

“Adam?” A familiar voice came from outside.

“Door isn’t locked!” He yelled.

“Hey, dickmaster.” A pink spider demon came inside and sat down beside him, tilted his head back and watched as the demon managed to grab the bottle and drank it without standing up, like his life depended on it.

“Y’know you can choke yourself doin’ that, right?”

“Meh, who the fuck cares.” He get up dazedly and looked inside the bottle with one of his eyes.

“I don’t recommend dying on work hours, Val punishes the ones who do.”

“Unholy shit, that actually happened?!” Adam asked, his pupil-les eyes went wide.

“I saw three accidents.” Angel shrugged. “Any left for me?”

“Sorry, I guess that bitch camera guy sneaked up here again and stole my stash.”

“It’s fine. Wanna eat your food? We’re gonna need energy.” Angel asked and took out two containers out of his bag. “I made lasagna yesterday.”

“Oh, you bet I do then.” He smirked and took his own. Angel knew the best ways to make it.

They chatted together until their break ended.

“Adam! Get your ass here or there will be consequences!” A little window appeared in Adam’s mask, almost like a pop-up ad. It was their costume designer. “And bring Angel with you!”

“Fine, fine! Ugh.” He groaned, swiped the page to make it dissapear and get up. “Who’s idea was putting this shit on this again?” He mumbled to himself. “Let’s go cocksucker, we have another job to do.”

HOW IS IT!?

By the way, Adam’s mask in this is practically based on his original mask, a Voxtech product just for Adam. Like Vox’s screen, it’s like a screen-face.

I’ll continue this

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin angel dust #hazbin adam #holydust #I worked so hard on this #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin valentino

[lampadarietto]

hello!!!

can you please do william afton (from the movie tho) and the reader who is like 17 years old and works at the pizzeria? The reader has been working with him for some time and they agreed to the killing mike if he got too close thing that vanessa also had to agree to (the reader was in need of extra money and since William offered them money for it, they accepted)

There's one problem though: when mike is about to be killed from the torture freddy thing, the reader actually let's him go for some reason (can be up to you why they did that) and when William got springlocked, the reader didn't really care. (William saw the reader as his favorite employee and kind of like the second child he never really had.)

FEEL FREE TO NOT WRITE THIS REQUEST!!!!!!

MY

MY FIRST FNAF REQUEST!!!

SAW THE MOVIE YESTERDAY. tbh i don't get why people are so angry and dissappointed, I've been a fan since like 2014 and i loved the movie. i don't get why i saw some people saying "i didn't pay to watch them build a fort" it's like a 5 minute scene..Also mike was really relatable wtf

FNAF MOVIE SPOILERS AHEAD AND ALSO MENTIONS OF MANIPULATION

★huh???? how did you even make william spare you?? congrats on that i guess!

★When you first started to work at Freddy Fazbear's as a security guard, "Raglan" was like a casual manager, he was funny sometimes.

★Maybe he saw something in you.

★Or maybe he just needed someone to help him with his dirty work besides Vanessa

★Either way, a year after you've worked at Freddy's, you discovered William's real identity and the things he did in the past.

★He offered you money to help him.

★Honestly? you could've gone to the police. But, serial killers 𝘢𝘳𝘦 scary and dangerous, so you just accepted. Plus you needed money.

★You trained the nightguards that were hired after you, not like they lasted more than two months anyway.

★William somehow became attached to you.

★Maybe it was how you worked, or maybe because you reminded him of Vanessa in some ways, who knows.

★He also gave you some things he got from the kids he killed. Like they were throphies. It was terrifying to look at that Freddy birthday hat before you threw it away.

★William is described as a manipulative, sadistic person so im not surprised if you got manipulated by this man one of multiple times.

★When Mike Schmidt got hired, William obviously talked to you about it.

★He gave you the usual 'dont let him discover thing / don't let him get close' thing, and he also revealed something to you.

★He killed this guy's little brother. Years ago, when he was still active as a child murderer.

★Okay so, that creeped you out. Alot.

★When Mike brought Abby at Freddy's, you kind of... changed your mind on the plan.

★This guy has a little sister, she'd probably be so sad without his big brother.

★So when he was about to get his face brutally by the torture Freddy mask, you let him go before activating the mask.

★You finally realized what a crazy man William afton is, so there's no reason to keep your loyalties to him anymore.

★When you helped Abby and Mike to make the animatronics remember the truth, he was super pissed at you.

★You were so obedient, why are you turning against him? He thought you were a good person!

★Seeing him get dragged to the kitchen made you feel... some relief. The 'i always come back' thing creeped you out, but atleast he's dead. maybe.

★On the other hand, William still had some hopes that maybe you would come rescue him from his painful demise.

★You're his favorite, so now you should be saving him!.... right?

★Unfortunately, you never came to rescue him.

★Now, he's bound to the yellow bonnie suit for the next thirthy years, waiting to come back.

#fnaf movie #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #x reader #william afton

[emma-frxst]

The Implicit Demand for Proof (9)

Pairing: Detective David Loki x reader

Summary: you, a forensic psychologist, get called in on a high priority child abduction case in Conyers, PA. What happens when you catch feelings for the mysterious detective Loki?

Warnings: spoilers for the movie, movie level violence, slight change of events, language, fluff, angst

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A/N- reblogs and comments help me the most! Let me know your thoughts, even if it’s only a keysmash. Let me know if you want on or off the tag list. Thanks for reading!!

-The next morning-

It was raining and raining, hard. The sun refused to come out from behind the clouds. You watched the raindrops roll down the window in the break room. Leaning your head against the cold glass, you checked your phone. Again. No notifications.

You’d been waiting on Loki to call you with any info, but you’d just be happy to hear from him. He was out tailing Keller Dover. You were back at the station trying to find a lead on your prime suspect.

You grabbed your snack from the vending machine and walked back towards your desk.

You felt your phone vibrating in your pocket.

Well speak of the devil.

“Yeah?” Your opening remark getting strait to the point, leaving no time for pleasantries. Loki must have been rubbing off on you.

“Hey, Dover caught me following him so I’m heading back. He’s definitely hiding something.”

“Damn.” You replied, biting your nail. It was an anxious habit you’d yet to quit.

“Yeah. So get this…Mrs. Dover thinks Keller has been helping us this whole time. She has no idea where he’s really been.”

“Oh hell.” Your words oozing with irritation. Just what you guys needed was to chase after Keller Dover.

“And she called me last night thinking Anna had come home all cause a damn window was open in the house. She isn’t gonna be any help. She’s been taking sleeping pills this whole time.” Loki let out a sigh.

“Oh great.” Sarcasm rolling off your tongue with ease.

“Found a bag of Lye in their basement- which, by the way, is like a dooms day pepper’s dream- half used.”

“Well that may be a bad sign for us finding Alex Jones..if Dover did do something to him. Under high heat and pressure, lye can turn corrosive enough to disintegrate a body.”

“Yeah.” Loki sighed. “I know.”

“Shit.” You anxiously a hand through your hair.

“Well, I don’t think Dover killed him. He’s sure that Alex knows where the girls are, won’t kill his only lead.”

“Yeah.” Loki said. “Maybe”

Silence lingered only for a moment, and in that moment you saw your opportunity.

“Hey..uh…you wanna go and grab lunch?” You asked, nervously fidgeting with the lid on your coffee cup. You felt like a teenager asking out their crush, except you weren’t a teenager and you were working and hungry.

“Um..” His heart was screaming yes, but his brain was screaming no. He had to solve this case, needed to before time ran out, before it consumed him.

“Uh..not now. Really need to find out what Dover’s been doing and find our guy from yesterday. There’s a good place you can order from-“

“Yeah, no of course, the case.” You interrupted. “See you back at the station then.” You said and abruptly hung up the phone. That did make you a little upset, which was stupid, but you were really looking forward to getting lunch with him. Just him. Not sharing a table with three others in the break room, eating while working, or eating by yourself at your desk. You wanted lunch with Loki. Hell, forget lunch, you’d settle for just the detective.

You hoped Loki’s refusal wasn’t personal. You had overheard that Loki solved every case he’d ever been assigned, you guessed he didn’t get that track record by going out for lunch with co workers.

.

Loki walked into the bullpen, his jaw clenched and shoulders stiff. He was desperately hoping y/n was able to get a lead. Didn’t help that he’d just been in a yelling match Keller Dover..again.

His body became less tense at the sight of y/n, who was currently talking on the phone.

David sat at his desk and began to search for more background on Keller Dover. He couldn’t help but glance over at y/n.

God, she was so pretty.

Almost like she felt him staring, she turned and locked eyes with the detective for a moment. Lokis heart definitely skipped a beat but he wouldn’t admit that. She flashed a polite smile, then went back to writing down a few notes.

“Okay, thank you. Bye.” She hung up.

David expected y/n to immediately swivel her chair towards him and tell him if she’s got a lead.

He wanted to see her eyes light up cause she found something and he wanted to hear the sweet sound of her voice.

She didn’t.

She didn’t even say hi, just kept working.

Unusual for her.

David thought to himself for a minute.

What could be wrong? Other than present circumstances, of course.

‘See you back at the station then.’ Her words echoed in his mind.

She’s upset about lunch? Damn it. Should’ve said yes. Maybe I should apologize? But it’s only lunch, isn’t it? Am I overthinking it? Is y/n overthinking it?

Just talk to her.

Right. Talking.

He tapped his fingers nervously on the desk, glancing at y/n once more.

Play it cool David, play it cool.

Just ask her if she’s got any leads.

“Got anything?” He finally asked.

She let out a sigh.

“Almost.”

Loki raised his brow, encouraging her to elaborate.

“I got results back from sending the sketches of our suspect to my people back home. I had them run the sketches with FBI facial recognition software- Comparing them with Pennsylvania drivers Licenses. It came back with only 5 results. I’ve confirmed 2 of 5 alibis. Working on the rest.”

“That’s..fuck, that’s great.” He said, growing excited at such a good lead.

Loki hesitated before his next sentence.

“So..what happened to ‘staying on the same page’ ?”

Y/n’s demeanor changed before Loki even finished his sentence. She drew into herself, crossing her arms as she spoke, “I’m sorry, Loki. I just get really zoned into my work sometimes. And like you, I’m not used to having a partner, you know?”

Y/n rolled her chair back to her desk.

“Yeah. I know.” Loki replied.

In the field, he was trained so he could handle almost any situation, but his relationships were a different story. Loki had always been a loner, never really getting close with anyone.

Loki and Y/n worked at their desks for a while, both afraid to create tension with the other.

.

“Huh.” Loki remarked, leaning back in his chair.

Y/n leaned back in her own chair, peering out from behind the narrow cubicle wall that divided their desks.

Loki noticed her staring and motioned for you to come look at his computer.

David hoped y/n would view the gesture as an olive branch, albeit unnecessary, as the perceived tension between him and y/n was purely based on raised emotions and the two of them running on empty. David had come to learn over the last six days, emotions were tricky things to navigate, especially when y/n was around.

She rolled over to him in her chair, leaning in close. Loki caught a whiff of her perfume, he was immediately intoxicated by the scent. It suited her.

Y/n’s brows knitted in confusion

“William Dover Obituary?”

“Look.” Loki pointed to his computer screen. “Dover’s father killed himself when Keller was a teen. Left Keller the house. I bet that’s where he’s going during the day and possibly keeping Alex Jones. I’m gonna go check it out.”

He stood, putting on his coat.

“I’ll keep on these leads, let you know when I have something.” Y/n replied, flashing him another polite smile.

Loki returned it with the same gesture.

On the drive to Dover’s dad’s old apartment building, Loki grew increasingly suspicious of the man, especially when he pulled up to the property. It was super dilapidated and he was sure the inside looked worse.

After entering through the window, Loki’s suspicions were confirmed. It was a perfect place to hide a body among other crimes.

He entered what he assumed was a living area only to find Mr. Dover laying on the floor. Loki hoping he hadn’t drank himself to death since their earlier conversation.

“Hey, rise and shine.” Loki said, kicking him.

Not dead, just drunk.

.

Loki’s tour of the building was cut short by his phone ringing.

“Shit.”

Caller ID: (f/n) (l/n)

If anyone was going to interrupt him, he was glad it was y/n.

“Hello?”

“Loki! I’ve got our guy!” Yn was practically yelling. “The Clerk from the mall called, got his license plate and he’s the last guy on my list. Bob Taylor. 437 Carrol Street. Meet you there.”

“Yeah? Ok. Meet you there.” He replied and slipped his phone back in his pocket.

“Go home Mr. Dover” he ushered and hurried out the door.

-

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[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Corrupted Snippet: TMA x Malevolent crossover

Tim opened a book he shouldn't have, and now has the last remaining god in the universe stuck in his head.

In the process of dealing with that, he was marked by the Desolation - a Fear entity, based on rage.

He's turned - reluctantly - to the Magnus Institute for help.

There is a lot going on here.

Tim feels out of his league.

Maybe he is.

But he's unnervingly certain that he could still burn it all down...

(As always, snippet is unedited, tenses are screwy, etc. Still fun!)

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Bouchard is waiting for them. How about that.

The old woman looks disappointed. 

“Thank you, Gertrude,” says Elias. “Tim, if you please - right this…” He stops.

Stares.

“Interesting,” he murmurs.

“Are you sure you want to handle this?” says the murderous old bat.

“Yes, it’ll be fine. He’s not a danger,” says Bouchard.

He’s lying. You are.

Tim is not in a position to respond to that, but he wants to. With something. Probably sarcastic.

Except… Bouchard’s look.

“Jon,” says Bouchard, suddenly. “I will need to see you after this meeting. All right? Clear your schedule. It’s going to be a bit of a thing.”

Jon looks absolutely spooked. “Sure, of course, Elias. Right.”

“You’re not being fired,” says Bouchard, almost gently.

Lara “Gertrude” Croft looks highly suspicious.

“Right,” says Jon, glancing back and forth.

Then he flees.

Aww, Tim thinks. “That guy needs a movie night,” he says out loud.

Gertrude blinks at him.

“You know. With friends? A bit of beer, or something? Snacks? Everybody cozy in socks? Bras off?”

She stares harder.

“Right. Maybe you need one, too,” says Tim.

Bouchard clears his throat. “Shall we?”

“Sure.” Tim gives her his brightest smile.

She does not respond.

Well, now she’s a challenge.

Tim, warns Yellow, who could mean anything.

Bouchard waits, holding open his door.

Tim walks in.

Bouchard’s look has not changed. Thoughtful. Penetrative. He gestures to the seat across from the desk, and sits behind it, fingers steepled.

“You really make a guy sweat with a look like that,” says Tim.

“I’m glad to hear it,” says Bouchard like that wasn’t creepy. “And please - do call me Elias.”

“Sure,” says Tim.

“So you’ve had an adventure of some kind since I last saw you,” Elias says.

“Yeah. That old bat out there tried to kill me for no damn reason.”

She was rather aggressive, says Yellow.

Elias grants Yellow a little nod - not quite a bow, but a distinctly respectful movement.

Tim can feel immediately that it worked - that Yellow liked it, responds to it, maybe is weak to it.

Manipulation. It was manipulation.

Tim frowns a little.

“I must apologize for her, not that I have any control over her, really,” says Elias Bouchard. “The fact is that when it’s time to stop her, I’m going to have to kill her - but she makes a marvelous distraction in the meantime, doesn’t she?”

Tim gawks.

Yes… I see your point. And of course, she’s done so since before you claimed this body, am I right?

Tim gawks more, this time at himself. Or the one in his head, anyway.

Elias does that little bow again. “I see you don’t miss much.”

No.

“I am mindful of it.”

I’d guess… in the neighborhood of two centuries?

“Very good! Yes. I’m surprised one such as yourself would be aware of such mortal lifetimes.”

More manipulation. Because Yellow responds like a cat petted along its spine, arching its arse in the air.

I’ve had to pay attention to such things. Human bodies are… regrettably fragile.

Tim frowns this time, feeling the anger rising, trying to push it down. “Hey, old guys. I’m still here, you know,” he says, and can’t help himself, because "so young" feels like it must be branded on his forehead right now, guaranteeing he’s ignored. 

“Yes, and that is a perfect segue,” says Elias, smooth as fucking butter. “I don’t know what happened yesterday. I know Gertrude came back with her memory altered; I know whatever you got involved with raised a sort of… fog through which I could not see.”

Tim stares. “You were watching?”

“I watch everything I can, Mister Stoker,” says Elias, as though this is perfectly normal. “That is how I serve my patron. But I could not see what happened.”

Tim doesn’t care to tell him. Elias just rubs him wrong.

Chaos. That’s what happened.

“Fair enough. Unfortunately, there is one thing I do see: Mister Stoker… you have been marked.”

I had a feeling you could see that, says Yellow.

Tim feels… bad?

He hunches a little. It’s not a familiar feeling, this. He's not even sure "bad" is the right word.

“This does place me in an awkward position,” says Elias. “You have, in a manner of speaking, been claimed by a patron other than mine, and they tend to be… possessive.”

Yet you have not thrown us out, says Yellow warmly (because the manipulation seems to have worked), and Tim frowns just a pinch harder.

“Naturally. I’ve never seen anything like this - which means, I fear, that you are practically catnip for me.”

And the two old assholes laugh, and Tim has almost had enough.

(But should he have had enough?)

(Wouldn’t he be more patient with this nonsense, normally?)

“Right,” he says. “So. What do we do? Because Yellow here thinks we should hide, and I know fucking well that won’t work.”

“I have to agree with you, Mister Stoker.”

Tim rolls his eyes. “We’re all on first-name basis here, I guess. Tim.”

Elias does a little gracious nod - but it is not the same one he gave Yellow.

Tim knows the difference.

He’s angry.

“Fascinating,” Elias whispers, then - Tim can tell - focuses on Yellow again. “Will you forgive some prying? What is your actual name?”

“You don’t have to tell him,” says Tim.

I know. I’m weighing whether his aid is worth whatever price he extracts.

“I assure you, whatever ‘price I extract’ is going to be observation-based. That is, after all, what I’m all about.”

Weird.

Very weird.

Because Tim thinks Elias just lied.

There’s no reason for it. He can’t see any difference in face or body language.

But he’s sure Elias lied.

The anger bubbles, slowly simmering.

And Yellow… doesn’t seem to see it. I’ve had… various names.

Elias is looking so damned intense. “I would love to know. It might even help me refine my current thought on how to give you some… support.”

“I don’t know that we should trust you,” says Tim.

And is ignored.

Are they trying to make him mad?

Maybe they are. Maybe it’s test, two assholes playing a game, to see how he handles his weird, growing rage.

Tim licks his lips and barely keeps the lid on.

I see no reason to hold this back, Yellow decides.

“Yellow,” warns Tim.

I have been called Hastur. I have been called… the King in Yellow.

So that’s where the name came from! “Ah-ha!” says Tim.

Elias’ eyes light up like he just won the lottery. “Phenomenal,” he whispers. “Lord of Carcosa. Regaled in a gown of yellow, twice as tall as any man! Majestic, he glides over the ground to take his throne in lost Carcosa, for he is the king that was and shall be!”

Tim actually rolls his eyes. “Really? Fucking really?”

But that is not Hastur - Yellow’s - reaction. Yes.

“Well… I am, I will not lie, deeply honored,” Elias lies, and does a proper bow.

“You can’t be buying this,” Tim snaps.

Tim.

“No! He’s lying! Don’t you see that he is?”

What I see, Tim, is that he’s playing the game, as am I - and which you will have to learn if we are going to survive.

Oh, and now Yellow’s reprimanding him?

The metaphorical lid is beginning to bounce on the pot of Tim’s anger, clanging, jarring out of place with rising rage.

And Elias sees.

Tim knows that he sees.

Elias is enjoying this.

Rein it in, Tim tells himself, because this isn’t like him, this isn’t usual, he’s a patient man, he’s dealt with shit like this from shitty managers all in the past, this isn’t new, this… he doesn’t have to… he…

“Your self-control is extraordinary,” says Elias, softly. “I’m very impressed, Tim. And I appreciate it. I don’t particularly want to be burned - so I thank you.”

And that time, he wasn’t lying.

He did that on purpose, Tim thinks, struggling, because Tim was an idiot and revealed he could tell when Elias lied, and that smooth son of a bitch has already adjusted tactics.

Tim.

“What?” Tim snaps between clenched teeth.

Please.

Well, fuck, what was Tim supposed to do with that?

They’re both waiting to see what he does with that.

If I give in now, Tim thinks to himself, as clearly as he can, I’m destroying me, for no fucking reason, because Yellow won’t trust me anymore, and Elias won’t help. So come on, you. Pull it together.

He breathes slowly. Deeply.

Shuddering.

“You are remarkable,” says Elias. “I wouldn’t have guessed - forgive me.”

He is, says Yellow, as though he somehow fomented this himself.

“I think I hate you both right now?” says Tim.

“Fair,” says Elias. “And I apologize for putting you in the position we have - quite unintentionally, I assure you. I had not intended to make you feel in any particularly unpleasant way.”

Again - he’s telling the truth now.

Elias, Tim realizes, is a fucking dangerous piece of work.

“Okay,” says Tim.

You have an idea? says Yellow.

“I do. This is, of course, based on research and memories from those in my line going back some thousands of years. If I understand correctly, your current vulnerability is largely based on… well. Your host’s mortality.”

That isn’t… fully accurate.

“As opposed, let’s say, to possessing a body closer to what you had before?”

There are no bodies here closer to what I had before.

“What if one could be created? How would that affect your situation?”

Tim has no idea. “What, give him his own body? Separate us?”

There’s a long silence.

“So…” Tim prompts.

I need to… consider this. You say it as if there were a possibility of such a thing.

Elias’ eyes lid. It’s like he knows he’s hooked a fish, and can take his time reeling it in. “Well. You no doubt feel the… stored power of this place. That is because we collect artefacts. This particular hobby is not a new one. I may - theoretically - know of some deific flesh, carefully preserved in crystal. And I may - theoretically - know someone who could potentially use it to craft you a new body.”

“Why would you go to all that trouble?” says Tim.

“Because it will be an amazing thing to watch, and as things currently stand, you won’t live long enough to… ah. I apologize.”

“Scratch your itch?” says Tim, dry. “Get you the fuck off?”

“Something like that,” says Elias, who isn’t so easy to ruffle.

I need to think about this.

“Of course you do. Might I suggest you stay here until you do, though? No obligation, no payment - well, beyond watching you, which I will be doing anyway, no matter where you are.”

“Creepy,” intones Tim.

Elias shrugs like a prince.

Tim wants to hit him.

Keep it down, he tells himself. You’re not the rage. You not the… whatever the fucking wrath monster god thing. You.

And what would we benefit from it?

“Protection,” says Elias. “We are not, of course, impervious to invasion, but we are far safer than a hotel, or an apartment, or, gods forbid, the street.”

We aren’t alone, are we? says Yellow suddenly, and Tim can feel the fear lift its head, feel it spike right through all the smugness and preening and ego.

“No,” says Elias, almost gently. “Three agents I can see followed you here - two of the Corruption, who would devour you with mold, worms, maggots, disease; and one of the Desolation, who… well, to be frank, I don’t know what she’d do, given that you, Tim, are marked - but I assure you, she is not here on a mission of mercy.”

“You didn’t notice? I didn’t,” says Tim, softly.

I didn’t. Fuck.

“The offer remains.” Elias looks back and forth between Tim’s eyes.

He’s looking at them both. That’s what he’s doing. He even knows which fucking eye Yellow’s claimed.

We shall stay, says Yellow as though the favor being given is them gracing this place with their presence. 

Tim realizes with a shock that he isn’t sure his opinion is any good right now.

He’s too angry.

It’s not his rage.

But it’s… spilling into everything.

Tim has never felt unsure in his life. This is… a horrible feeling.

He wipes at his eyes, surprised to find them wet.

“Come.” Elias stands, not revealing whatever he thinks of this display, and heads for the door.

Are you all right?

Yellow… seems to mean it?

Can Tim trust that, either?

Yes. He knows he can. Whatever else is wrong with him, he knows he’s reading other people correctly, including Yellow. “Not really?”

I will do what I can for you once we are alone.

“Alone,” Tim scoffs.

Comparatively.

“Sure,” says Tim, and follows Elias Bouchard deeper into his spooky Eye palace.

#tma #malevolent #tma fic #malevolent fic #tim stoker #elias bouchard #king in yellow #kiy malevolent #fic in progress #wip #amwriting

[accio-victuuri]

everything below is CPN, just serving you all some Monday sweets to start the week right.

Let’s gooooo 💪🏻

In yesterday’s Weibo Movie Night event, Web was seen leaving the area after he was done with his bit. I guess he really just wanted to have some rest and make use of his time in Beijing. He was also wearing the bone necklace. It’s such a contrast, from the man in stylish suits to the “normal” Yibo. 🤍 From the guy who wore an expensive brooch to an inexpensive bone necklace— but we all know which one is more important to him.

What people noticed tho is the creases on his shirt. We already have an existing CPN about who folded what clothes based on this. The speculation is, GG is the one who prepared the clothes. Or he already bought it before, folded it, then gave it to Bobo at some point when he came back to use. Because if you noticed, this style is not Bobo’s usual. It’s either shirts or hoodies. The one we see wearing this type of clothing is usually XZ.

Buying each other clothes is completely normal to them 💕

• We noticed in BAH behind the scenes that Bobo had a mosquito repellant patch. The one we first saw who had that was GG back in DC shooting. Is this another “advise” from GG for Web to use? Or was GG there? ( FYI, the fandom back in 2020, always had a strong argument that GG visited the BAH set )

• Back in SDC 3, there was a scene that Jackson Wang and Lay were talking about the food being served during filming. Then Web said the food in his crew was good. People thought he was talking about BAH because it was the drama he was working on alongside SDC 3. He said :

The box lunch of our crew is really good.There will be abalone in it. Shrimp and beef brisket. I can take a picture for you next time. Really, our crew's meal was pretty good.

Now BAH team released a BTS video that shows the food and the staff commented that it’s important to include things that will make it healthy.

Let’s focus on the greens, which later on we found on XZ’s CNY post. The same celebration we CPN that Web was a part of. So the interpretation is, Web sent a photo of his food with that and maybe he liked it so GG remembered. Plus GG always want Web to eat well so it’s a no brainer.

I am not a master of Chinese cuisine but BXGs are saying it was uncommon for GG to prepare it for CNY considering where he came from and the type of food they prepare. Well, among the other things that are out of place in his CNY spread. 😂

• During the red carpet, Web had to sign his name in that big ass backdrop. One BXG noticed that he signed it very close fang chencheng’s. Why you ask? That person signed it cheng x2 and when you look at it, it resembles an XZ = XIAO ZHAN.

• Bobo was fiddling with his ring 🙃 and well, it’s similar to GG’s action. just please show us a glimpse of your couple ring please lol

• YBO and XZS are at it again 😊

YBO : In the name of light and Shadow

XZS : In the light

hmmmmm. I know captions are not exclusive or copyrighted. These things can definitely be repeated, but two connected ones done so close to each other? well, their studios are dating obviously.

• Then we also have this umbrella prop. I don’t know why it’s there but the clown in me is saying it has something to do with Mr. Umbrella - XZ - Shiying. I was so nervous cause I thought he was hinting something. Maybe he is, we will know it when it happens.

Before I end this I just also wanna lightly remind people about the bone necklace. Since it’s becoming prominent again and people are using it as a proof of stability. I understand that. Yes. However, it is still CPN. It is still speculation. Like all the other necklaces that came before it, we don’t have solid proof, and by solid i mean WYB saying where it came from himself. Just enjoy it. Don’t think too much. As with all things in this fandom — try and not be too nervous if there is no candy. Candies are not a requirement. XZ/WYB’s job is not to feed us candy. We just notice them because we pay attention.

Don’t pin your belief in them with one single piece of CPN. The important thing is always to protect them and not cause them trouble because of our need for proof. People think since international fans are outside of Weibo then we can do whatever the hell we want. No. I personally think we should maintain the same caution and not give a bad rep to our fellow turtles as well as XZ/WYB. Take it easy. Enjoy the content and don’t make everything candy. There is a time and place for it and don’t let it get in the way of treating the boys as real people. 💕

-END.

#bjyx #yizhan #all of this is cpn #there is no science here folks im just clowning like i always do

[malebellyworld]

1.) To Be Young and In Love

Chubby!Ramiverse!Peter Parker x Male!Reader

⚠️TW ⚠️: The following mentions E.D., Depression, and S.A.

(Anything italicized is referring to the past.)

————•————•————•————•————

Spiderman Swings Into Action

You sighed as you walked away from reading the latest on the newsstand on your way to work. Ever since you moved from Connecticut to New York City things changed drastically. You and your family moved in last summer, but for the wrong reasons. Your dad was caught drinking on the job, and after they fired him his friend called him about an open spot in the ship yards and your mom worked at the dry cleaners. But now that you turned sixteen, your parents sort of pressure you into getting a job.

You were on your way to work at the Atlantic Diner. Everyday you would go right after school, dressed in your uniform and ready for another grueling shift dealing with noisy screeching children, rude elderly people, and the occasional Karen raging about the wrong order.

However, one thing that stood out from the rest of the customers was that Peter Parker - the guy who was not even considered to be on the food chain - was sitting there at the bar lazily stirring a melted chocolate milkshake, a sullen look on his face as he was lost in his thoughts, disconnected from it all.

Ever since his uncle Ben died three days ago, Peter has not been the same. Just yesterday, Flash Thomson was trying to apologize to Peter, but then he immediately responded by slamming the taller boy into the lockers. It was shocking to see someone so gentle and calm as Peter flip in a split second.

After you put your apron and name tag on, you began taking orders from other tables and going back and forth with drinks and plates. As you did this, though, you could not help but glance over at Peter as he remained still in the same position you saw him.

You could not help but feel bad for him.

A few minutes had passed, yet Peter still stayed in the same spot as before, gazing into nothing. You sighed as you walked up behind the counter, putting on a small but warm smile on your face.

“Hey, Peter.”

The boy jerked back into reality, glancing up at you with crystal blue eyes as he smiled softly at you. “Oh, hey, Y/n.” He said awkwardly.

“How’s everything going?.” You asked as you handed the chef the ticket order.

“Uh, I-I don’t know, it’s alright I guess.” Peter said, still staring at his melted milkshake.

You sighed heavily as you refilled a few drinks. “And how’s your aunt doing?.”

“She’s okay, still hasn’t gotten much sleep lately.” Peter said glumly.

“And what about Mary Jane, how’s she doing?.” You asked.

“W-We… haven’t spoke much in a while.” Peter said, a trace of sadness was in his tone.

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that.” You said, cringing.

“It’s okay…” Peter mumbled.

You could see his eyes growing even more red with each passing second, his face pinching and contorting in deep-seeded agony. Peter was usually great at hiding his emotions, even after being beat by Flash, not a single tear would leave his eyes.

But now, it is a full view and for the first time ever, the nerd boy everyone seems to treat like nothing, is now taking off his shield and letting the whole world know that he too can hurt just as much as anyone else.

You immediately laid your hand over his, your thumb rubbing the side of his fist. “I know how it all feels like,” You said, earning a tearful look from Peter. “I know what it feels like when seemingly everyone is leaving you and nothing is working as the way it should be.”

Peter only nodded, placing his hand over yours. “Thanks, Y/n, but I think I should go home now.”

You hesitated as the brunette got up from his seat, pulling a ten dollar bill from his wallet and tossing it on the counter. You immediately grabbed Peter by his arm, causing him to jerk his head back to you in shock as he gazes at you with wide blue eyes, causing you to let go.

“Uh, maybe we could hang some time, go see what’s in the movies probably?.” You asked, biting down on the inside of your cheek.

Peter stood there for a moment, thinking of whether or not this was a prank, until he finally nodded his head. “Yeah, sure sounds good.”

“O-okay, I’ll call you. Bye.” You said shyly. Peter smiled a little before walking out the door.

To say the least, things between you two were slow; Peter mostly going on about how he was applying for a job at The Daily Bugle as a photographer, or how he and Aunt May were handling the entirety of the death of Uncle Ben. But what killed your spirit the most, was how he was insistent on dating Mary Jane.

Despite her being a genuinely good person, she still had left Peter in this space of uncertainty as she was still with Harry Osborn, while at the same time she would build Peter up into thinking he could have his chance with her. And it hurt you to see that even though they were good for each other, they still had their flaws that were left unattended like untreated infections.

You, on the other hand, would devote as much time to the lovable nerd as much as you could, mostly meeting him at the diner for some fires and a milkshake.

Sometimes he would eat more than that, sometimes it was a whole two plates worth of food, and yet Peter would still look the same as before, blaming it on how he was always running after the school bus every morning.

It was not until the homecoming dance came around when Peter had finally worked up the courage to ask out Mary Jane. Sadly, she declined, opting for going with Harry to go see a showing of Wicked the same night. This meant that you had your chance to ask Peter, regardless of whatever anyone thought.

“Hey, Peter. I gotta ask you something,” You asked as you both worked on your Physics experiment.

“What is it?.” He asked softly.

“… I-I was wondering if you were free this Saturday?.” You asked.

“Uh, I think so, why?.” Peter asked as he looked at you quizzically.

“Well, I was wondering if you’d like to go with me to the movies this Saturday?.” You asked, rubbing the back of your neck.

He stayed quiet for a moment. Peter did not know what exactly to think about all this; getting asked out, let alone by a guy. He usually spent his Saturdays inside either working on his homework or a new assignment for The Daily Bugle, or secretly doing night patrol in his spidersuit.

“Uh, I-I don’t know…” Peter said awkwardly. “Besides I have some stuff to do for work and if I miss that then my boss’ll kill me.”

“We can go in the early afternoon and I’ll have you back home by four.” You said.

Peter hesitated for a bit, biting his bottom lip. “Okay.”

You smiled. “Great, I’ll see you then.”

You knew Peter Parker was an awkward nervous wreck half of the time. As you both sat through the previews, you could see from the corner of your eye Peter biting his nails as he stared intensely at the screen, and since Peter hardly had any nails left to chew off, you passed the large tub of popcorn over to him causing him to jump from his trance.

You smiled, shaking the tub. “It’s always nice to share.”

Peter smiled sheepishly. “Thanks.” He said, taking a handful of popcorn and shoving it in his mouth.

This went on for the first half of the movie. You would be mainly glued to the screen watching all the action go down as Peter continuously ate popcorn without even stopping for a drink. You knew everyone had their ways of coping with anxiety, nail biting being one of the main mechanics, but never did you see constant eating as one of them. Yes you’ve heard of stress eating, but never seen it in person.

After the movie had ended, You were expecting Peter to immediately go back home, but to your surprise, he insisted that you both go out to eat.

After ordering your favorite item from the menu, Peter was still picking out a few things as you sat there, awkwardly taking a few sips from your cup as Peter went on, ignoring the surprised expressions from the elderly waitress.

You didn’t know what exactly to think of it. Peter was always hardly eating and he’d mostly be seen eating bits of his food like a bird. Maybe he was just really hungry today? Maybe he’s trying to bulk up? Maybe he skipped breakfast this morning?

("What if it’s something else?.")You thought. After all, tomorrow marks three weeks since his uncle had died. ("What if it’s just that, what if he’s stressed out?.")

You were brought back to reality when Peter was calling your name from beyond your mind, causing You to slightly flinch as Peter reached to touch your hand. “I’m sorry, I must’ve blanked out.”

“It’s okay, I was just asking if your come here often.” Peter said in his typical soft tone.

“Uh, not really, I usually go to school and work and then home.” You said with a small giggle.

Peter nodded. “Is there anywhere else you go to?.”

“Not really, I don’t have much of a social life.” You gazed back down at your drink, swirling the ice around.

“I know how it feels,” Peter said solemnly.

Before You could say anything else, the waitress came back with your food first. You waited a bit for Peter's to come, and when it did your eyes grew wide. The other boy had ordered four large plates of food, along with two desserts.

You didn't say much, weary if you'd hurt Peter's feelings. Instead, You just ate quietly, glancing over at Peter every now and then to see him scarfing down his food like he hasn't eaten in weeks.

"So, what are your plans for homecoming next week?." You asked.

Peter barely paused from his eating. "Not really," He said with a mouthful of Salisbury steak. "Probably just staying in at home."

You nodded, watching as he finished the first plate within four minutes, moving on to the next without taking a break, not even to drink his coke.

("He probably skipped out on breakfast today,") You thought as You saw Peter begin on his second plate - a BLT with a side of fries.

"What about you?." Peter asked.

You sighed, "Uh, I guess I might pick up an extra shift, maybe pick up drawing again."

Peter nodded before finishing off the rest of his sandwich and eating whatever was left with the fries.

("What if he could be binging?.") You thought. ("Maybe some kind of disorder?.")

But You didn't know what exactly he was dealing with. After all, he never was one to show any emotion, let alone any disorders he may be facing. It was almost like he wasn't even human at times. Like he was a creature from a different place, and he was trying to survive every day.

By the time he finished his third plate, Peter has let out a long sigh as he rested his hand above his stomach. You could not help but gaze at him, your heart fluttered a little as he gently rubbed his stomach, letting out a short burp before opening his eyes and going to finish off the fourth plate - shepherd’s pie with beef.

The two of you sat in silence and you’re gaze never left Peter as he ate and ate until there was nothing left on his plate. Peter glanced over at your plate and noticed that You hardly made a dent.

“Are you okay?.” He asked.

“Uh, yeah, I’m just not that hungry.” You said with a little smile.

Peter swallowed. “Um, do you want a to-go box?.”

You shook your head. “No, that’s okay, thanks anyway.”

Peter began to blush as he stared at your unfinished plate, his mouth agape as his eyes looked distant and glassy. He was almost in some odd trance-like state, completely enamored by the food You had ordered, his mouth growing watery.

“Uh, do you want some of it?.” You asked shyly.

Peter snapped his eyes up at You, giving a short nod with a small innocent smile, those blue eyes gleaming with joy, and your heart was driven madly into adoration.

Once You gave Peter your plate he immediately began to consume every single thing left until there was nothing else left but whatever little garnishment the cook had put there.

He leaned back against the booth, his shirt resting tightly around his fully bloated stomach. You tried so desperately not to look, not to touch, but it was a very difficult task You somehow managed to pull off.

• • •

A few weeks had passed since that day. You and Peter were still talking but you haven’t seen him that often, and if You did, he’d be secretly snacking on something during class, or eating everything he had on his tray at lunch.

You started to notice that he was beginning to don an oversized sweatshirt in the beginning of spring. You always knew Peter was self-conscious but it was never this bad. Everyday he would be on the bus wearing the same navy blue hoodie, never once would he take it off, only rolling the sleeves up to his elbows to reveal more defined and thicker arms than their regular spindly figure. You wanted to ask something, but once again You thought it just wasn’t in your place to do so.

One night, You were walking back home from work. You had taken the bus and it was already starting to drizzle, so You picked up the pace a little bit. As You were walking, however, a loud smash had caused You to look behind to see what was happening.

Three tall men were stalking their way towards You, their voices were slurred as the scent of booze wafted off themselves. The began to crowd You and slowly began backing You into the corner of a dark alleyway. You looked for any chance of an exit, but one of them had placed their arms beside You, practically trapping You from the world.

The man was big and bald, a large scar on his left eye, a demonic smile that made You shiver in the now pouring rain. He leaned in closer, his mouth grazing your neck.

You looked around with wide eyes, hoping for anyone who could help, but during this time of night, your chances were slim and nothing was going to stop these guys from doing whatever they wanted to You.

As the taller man forcefully pulled You into him, You felt every ounce of dread flood your body. Dysphoria was took over full time once the man reached down your pants, his large rough hand fondling You as he gripped your waist, his mouth tasted that of cigarettes and cheap alcohol.

“Hey save some for us too, Mitchie.” Said one of the assailants.

The man - Mitchie - simply grunted in your mouth as he continued to forcefully smash your lips against his.

You let out a shrill and muffled scream before the man slammed You against the wall and knocked the wind out of You.

However, before the man could do anything else, a loud “Hey!” caused everyone to jolt from what they were doing, glancing all around to find who was disrupting them.

You never thought you’d be seeing THE Spider-Man right in front of You, but low and behold, there he was standing there behind everyone, almost analyzing the situation going on.

“Now what’s gonna happen here is that either you guys leave him alone, or I’m gonna have to do everything my way.” He said.

“And what the fuck are you gonna do about it if we say no?.” Said the other assailant.

Without warning, Spider-Man launched a web at one of the guy’s face, causing him to stumble back into a pile of wet cardboard boxes. The other guy charged after Spider-Man, narrowly avoiding the punch that was sent flying in his direction.

“Okay, I see how it’ll be.” Spider-Man said.

He threw the first punch with success, causing the goon to nearly fall back as blood began to flow down his nose. However, before the man could even throw his next punch, a web wrapped his fist up before the rest of his body was wrapped up in webbing.

You gazed into the annoyed eyes of Mitchie as turned to face off against the superhero. He popped his knuckles and neck before charging at Spider-Man, who simply dodged out of the way. This aggravated Mitchie, and so the bald man started wildly throwing his fists at the hero, missing his face completely before his arms were bound to his sides with webbing.

Spider-Man glanced over to You, gently walking up to see if You were okay. “Do you need any help?.”

You shivered as you gazed into those large blank white eyes. You nodded, “Please, I just want to go home.”

Spider-Man carefully lifted You off the ground, your body leaning against his. “Just hold on tight, okay?.”

You nodded, wrapping your arms and legs around him before this sudden jolt made your whole body become weightless for a split second. He was swinging from building to building as You buried your face into the curve of his neck, squeezing your eyes shut as your grasp on him tighten even more. As the rain began to go into a full-on downpour, the air around you was cold and wild.

You nestled in closer to the vigilante, desperate for any form of heat as you both swing through block to block. He had no particular scent to him, just the rubbery smell of his costume and the wet industrial surroundings, but his presence alone brought this form of comfort to You after what happened before.

By the time he reached your house, Spider-Man gently landed his feet on the ground, his arms still holding You close to his body as he walked up to the stoop. He bent his head down, gently running his gloved hand over your hair.

“We’re here,” he announced in a low but soft voice.

You lifted your head up from his shoulder and glanced around in amazement. You knew that Spider-Man must’ve been all around town, but it surprised You how accurate he knew where You lived without the need for asking the address. It shook it off before unwrapping your legs from his waist, the stinging numbness causing You to momentarily loose balance and slump forward onto the hero’s chest. You let out a small “uhf” as You collided with the muscular and rough surface, your face blushing madly as You tried to lift yourself up.

“I’m sorry about that,” You mumbled, pushing yourself off of the masked man. “My legs kinda lost feeling for a moment.”

“It’s okay, it happens to everyone,” Spider-Man stated with a hint of warmth in his tone.

You smiled a little before glancing down. “Uh, thank you for saving me back there,”

“You’re welcome, just promise me that you’ll be careful next time, and if you ever need help, just call out for me.” Spider-Man stated.

You nodded before walking up the stoop, taking one last glance at your savior, who nodded to You, before launching a web before swinging off into the dreary night sky.

• • •

Two weeks had passed since your encounter with the guys in the alley, and with Spider-Man. You decided not to tell anyone else because not everyone would’ve believed you in the first place, since a lot of people will make up stories about being saved by Spider-Man for their fifteen minutes of fame. But your encounter made feel somewhat safe when it came to working night shifts, as though someone out there really cared about your well-being.

Aside from the whole Spider-Man thing, You noticed that Peter hadn’t shown up to school for a week. You didn’t see him around the halls, in lunch, nor in physics class.

Ben Parker’s funeral was last week and You decided to go for Peter. You were standing far behind everyone as they surrounded the gravesite as a frigid gust of wind blew the dead leaves passed the casket, causing You to shiver before sinking into your coat. You couldn’t see Peter from where you stood, glancing around gravestones and mourners to see how Peter was doing. You gave up, ultimately deciding to just wait and pay your respects to the man who lost his life in such a senseless and horrific way.

By the time the service was over, everybody began to disperse as You stood there, watching the casket come into full view. You licked your lips nervously as You carefully walked up holding a white flower in your hand. You gently laid it down over the plethora of white flowers on the casket, a immense wave of emotions rushed through your body.

Peter and Mary Jane were standing just a few feet away from you. She was comforting him as Harry Osborn watched at the sidelines, his gaze on the ground as he shoved his hands in his pockets. You noticed something different about Peter, his overall attitude was closed off from the world, almost like his real self was shut off momentarily.

Another thing You noticed was his overall appearance. He wasn’t as lanky as he was before, his shoulders were no longer frail and were more broad in his ill-fitting suit. His face seemed to have more definition to it, his jawline was still there and it made him look a little older, but his face seemed to be chubbier than the last time You saw him.

After an awkward exchange between them, Mary Jane walked over to Harry, taking her arm in his as they walked to the front entrance of the cemetery. You hesitantly walked over to where Peter stood, not taking his glance away from the casket.

“P-Peter?.” You said in a soft tone.

Peter snapped his head in your direction, offering a short smile, “Oh, hey, how’ve you been?.”

“I uh, I’ve been okay, I missed you,” You said.

Peter smiled before glanced over at himself. “I haven’t been feeling too good lately, you know with work and everything going on,”

“Yeah,” You said. “Listen, if you ever feel like talking, don’t be a stranger, I’m always free.”

Peter nodded before glancing back down. “I uh, I gotta go, the service is happening at one of the diners Ben used to visit, maybe you should come by?.”

“I wish I could but I have to go to work in an hour, so I’m in a bit of a time crunch,”

Peter nodded before walking off to the front gates of the cemetery leaving You all alone with the groundskeepers who began to lower the casket.

• • •

It was another night coming back home from work, thankfully, though, it wasn’t pouring down like before.

It was a cold night, but a night that was nonetheless, filled with terror. A night that You, and all of New York would never forget.

What was once a peaceful walk home listening to music, had soon changed to a night of survival and fear. The last thing You remembered was being tackled into the air by something (someone) coming at you like a freight train. At first You thought it was Spider-Man coming to visit you again, but the gravelly cackling made You snap your head at none other than the Green Goblin gazing back at you behind reflective orange eyes, that permanent grin just an inch away from You.

“I hope you can finally catch his attention,” the masked villain said devilishly as he soared throughout the night sky to the roof of an abandoned smallpox hospital on Roosevelt Island.

The Green Goblin grabbed you by the hair, “Now scream for your spider,”

You did nothing but glare at the mask, earning another hard yank at the hair and a warning screamed from the villain. You did nothing but hiss in pain, grabbing at the hand of the villain to try and fend yourself off as much as you could, but this only aggravated the menace even more as he dragged You over the side of the building.

You screamed in pain and fear until your throat was sore and your voice gave out as you were dangled over eight stories above ground. Just as you were close to giving into dying, you and the Green Goblin were pushed down on the roof, the Green Goblin’s grip on your hair came loose and you rolled away from the green figure. You glanced up to see Spider-Man standing over you, but the Green Goblin got back on his glider and swoop around the two of you tossing a pumpkin grenade.

Spider-Man pushed You out of the way just before the bomb detonated in front of his face sending him screaming as he flew right through a brick wall, hitting his back on a beam and falling to the ground with a loud groan. You were about to stand up before the Green Goblin came flying back around, grabbing you and throwing you into another wall, the sounds of popping and snapping echoed through the air.

The Green Goblin flies back around and stops where Spider-Man struggles to get up. “Misery, misery, misery, that’s what you’ve chosen,” he begins to step toward the stumbling hero. “I offer you friendship, and you spat in my face.”

The Green Goblin begins hitting Spider-Man, with one punch sending him back a few feet. Once he gets up, Spider-Man dodges a punch by swinging from a web, but is knocked back down and thrown onto the ground.

Webs begin to form a barrier between the two, but the Green Goblin is able to tear through it with ease and slams Spider-Man into a pillar, knocking him around a little more before finally kicking him into a wall. Just as Spider-Man launches a web strand, his hand is crushed under a metallic green boot.

“You’ve spun your last web, Spider-Man. Have you not been so selfish your little girlfriend’s death would’ve been quick and painless, and that boy over there wouldn’t have to suffer so much, but now that you pissed me off… I’m gonna finish them both, nice and slow.”

Enraged, Spider-Man gets up as the Green Goblin readies his pitch-fork and tries to take a stab at the superhero, but is knocked back and crushed by a wall that Spider-Man uses his webs to pull. Just as the Green Goblin gets back up, he is once again slammed into a wall by Spider-Man, and is repeatedly punched until the Green Goblin surrenders.

The villain takes off his mask revealing himself as Norman Osborn. You were shocked, but what shocked you the most was the fact that he called Spider-Man “Peter”. You squinted further and could see a few features that belonged to Peter, but something else about him threw you off entirely. His large body seemed to be jam packed into that bodysuit, highlighting his rotund belly and semi big pecks. You couldn’t help but blush at the sight of the newly added weight on his ass as well.

As the Green Goblin was speaking, his hoverboard was sent flying behind Peter, luckily his spidey senses knew it was coming, and he was able to jump out of the way just in time before the Norman Osborn was impaled and utter out his last words.

“Don’t tell Harry,” he said weakly, his torso falling down on the hoverboard.

You slowly stood up on uneasy feet, stumbling back against a wall. Peter walked over to you, eyes wide in shock as he touched the mask, realizing now that his cover is blown.

You held your ribcage as you looked at him straight in the eyes.

“Don’t worry,” You said in a hoarse voice. “I won’t say anything.”

Peter walks over to You, his fingertips peeking out of the ripped gloves as they brushed against your cut and bloodied face. He pulls You into his heavyset body, the warmth and weight of his belly pressed up against you was enough to make You stifle a moan, but given the current situation and location now wouldn’t probably be the time to mention anything to him.

“Please… just take me home,” You muttered in his ear.

Peter only nodded, holding You closer to his body before swinging on a newly projected web strand.

• • •

Queens, along with all of New York, wasn’t the same after the reign of the Green Goblin. Some compared it to the likes of the September 11th attacks, some compared it to something out of a Batman comic book villain, and some just wanted to forget about the whole thing ever happening.

Curfews were set by the police department upon students ranging from high school to below. You were stuck inside longer than usual, since your boss cut off some of your hours, and You had more time on your hands, and spending more time at home has already become a tedious task.

It was nearly thirty minutes before curfew when You came walking back from the bus stop. You had come back from another day worth of talk about the Green Goblin, but nothing about Spider-Man saving all those people in the Roosevelt gondola, or even saving Mary-Jane. And then the thought of Peter crept back into your mind, something you’ve been trying hard to fight off.

He hadn’t been to school in nearly a week, and maybe it’s for the best. After what Peter had went through these past few weeks is something nobody should go through, but there he was saving New York City with all the strength he could put into it, and thankfully it was all worth it.

You were shocked to see Peter standing outside of your apartment building. The only way You could make him out, however, was by the facial features on the plump face. Another thing that caught You off guard was how much weight he had gained, overgrowing the last time You saw him.

“Hey, Peter,” You said with a smile. “What are you doing here?.”

Peter smiled back, his chubby cheeks causing his eyes to squint a little. “I just came here to talk to you, about everything that’s been going on, with us, with me, with this.”

He gestured his tightly packed belly under his shirt. You tried to hide the blush creeping in.

“Listen, Peter, I know that things haven’t been easy lately, but you know I’m not the type of person who goes around gossiping just for the attention of it.”

“I know, but it’s not about that, it’s about keeping my loved ones safe from ever getting hurt by my enemies-”

“Spider-Man’s enemies,” You interjected. “Peter I don’t think you’re understanding what’s been happening with me and I don’t think I can hide it anymore. Ever since that night we went out, I developed some feelings for you, feelings I know that we will get shunned by, but I gotta tell you that meeting you was probably the best thing to happen to me all year.”

Peter stayed quiet for a moment, his confused eyes looking for a response.

“But I’m not the same person you fell in love with before,” Peter said.

“I don’t care if you’re secretly Spider-Man, and I don’t care if you weigh three hundred pounds, I’m still gonna be in love with the guy that’s different from all the rest,” You said, staring Peter straight in the eye as to drive you point across. “I love you, Peter.”

Peter’s breath hitched as soon as You said that. His belly heaved up and down as he was breathing rapidly. You stepped closer, your hand snaking around his soft waist, his belly pressed up against your stomach as You pulled him in for a kiss, pressing his belly even further towards your body.

Peter’s chubby hand brushes through your (h/c) hair as he leans into the kiss. His hands wrap around your shoulders as your other hand gently brushes against his belly, coming to rest on those lush love handles. Both of your tongues battled for dominance, with yours sliding into his mouth with ease. Peter’s hands gently glide down your back, coming to rest just inches above your ass.

You two separate, gasping for air as Peter smiles.

“I didn’t think you’d still love me being this way, I tried to control it, but the hunger and the dart got the better of me and-”

“Wait a minute, what dart?.” You asked.

Peter sighed heavily. “Well, before I… killed… Norman - the Green Goblin? - I was hit by a dart filled with a strange green fluid. I figured it was from the Green Goblin, because of how familiar it looked like those grenades. At first I didn’t know what it was exactly, but later on I guessed it affected my metabolism in a huge way.”

He glances down at his belly, his hand rested at the top. You gently laid your hand on his belly, the warmth coming off him like a radiator, and gently rubbed a small circle on it.

“I never thought of you as a chubby chaser,” Peter teased, grabbing your other hand to rest on his belly. “Then again, I’ve had my fair share of secrets too.” He said in a cocky tone.

Your face was now cherry red. “Shut up,” You chuckled. “And I never knew it took gaining weight to drive you wild.”

“Maybe we should take this upstairs?.” Peter said in a flirty voice.

“Maybe Thursday, my parents come home late and the curfew is almost here, don’t want to get in trouble with the cops, especially when everyone needs their Spider-Man to save the day.” You said, kissing his forehead.

“It’s a date then,” Peter said, kissing You back.

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[brick-a-doodle-do]

I REQUEST HEADCANNONS FOR TINY WORKERS!!! please…

Also some drawing prompts for Tiny Workers if you don’t mind 👉👈

/nf

man i had like 3 hcs all written out and some drawing prompts too and my internet completely crashed. ripppp

i guess i'll start again :v

my all time favorite bits in tiny workers (that i can remember) are a. tommy being stuck in tipsy wil's pocket while he and schlatt walk around the park aimlessly, and b. the workers just launching water balloons at protestors 😭 SO either one of those, or or or equally as good: your favorite bit. because i am very curious what other people think of this au ,,,,

NOW headcannons

tiny workers headcannons ✨

on their uniforms, they have their name stitched into the bottom of the cloth, but they realized it doesn't really work all that well, so they upgraded to the typical worker nametag, which leads to all of the workers crossing out their name and adding something different, or like adding things. tommy's added "innit" to the bottom, q put "big" in front of his and crossed off "uackity" ykyk all the fun stuff

and on the topic of uniforms, they also have stitched other stuff into it. tommy's added like a l'manburg flag after the dnd era thingy, tubbo's added a bee and a nuke, just stuff that kinda both relates to their lore reenactment or just them as a person ,,,,

one time techno came over with wilbur and tech just steals tommy from will (which COULD strike up some tw!tnt content but that's a different story) and they make it their day's goal to just break every single rule. except no smoking (based off of a thing me and my uncle do ever fall)

i've been trying very hard to think of attractions because i realized how much i need to do for 20k acres 😭 anyway i went to a theme park the other day and got to have some inspo. SO have some. one, imagine like. mascots. definitely would make the park more kid-oriented AND imagine just different characters from size media. like arrietty or some guy from the honey i shunk series

another one from hershey: i saw a few people with giant ass reversable octopuses and saw some girl sitting inside of it using it as a chair and LIKE imagine that but as a hand. u can win a giant hand at some arcade game 👀👀

imagine like a rollercoaster or waterslide that had a 3d effect or just had screens on the side that projected like a human coming after you, or some kind of bug/animal/etc

i mentioned a lego thing at one point and i know a lot of lego stores have a build-your-own lego, and imagine wil making one just to resemble tommy claiming that the figurine'll replace the kid JVJSDV

imagine another dnd game (much shorter) with the (entire) scu 👀 this time with a few strangers. ORRRRR i could make grizzly & bizly canon. maybe both tiny workers.

charlie'll be introduced then probably. he'll be a stranger prior to the campaign and after that charlie becomes a tiny bit of a regular.

i think i'm also gonna make jaiden canon as a human worker

imagine a restaurant that's made to look like a human counter. like there's some kind of optical illusion on the floor that makes you look really high up 👏👏👏

i went to a planetarium yesterday and lemme tell u the g/t in me went BRRRR. it opened with like an eye over me looking around and at one point they made it look like you were getting closer to a telescope, which also looked like being trapped under a cup. SO imagine THAT in the park. just some kind of theater with a giant screen over you, maybe a first-person mini-movie about being a borrower ✨

I HOPE THESE SUFFICE FOR NOW !! i also have 2 art-ish things in the works hopefully soon. one of them is being a bitch cause there is so much for it sfjfsdd

#brickquiries #anon brickling #tiny workers au #mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t

[sleepy-seal]

Welcome back to another episode of: TMAGP & Treats!!!

This week's treat is........ brownies!!! Just plain baking mix brownies.

sorry for the lackluster treat! i'm currently recovering from a wisdom teeth removal surgery and wanted something easy to make while listening.

- got lucky that we have another box of baking mix because energy is low today after yesterday's surgery

- pan is greased

- COLIN?

- thats actually kind of nice sam is worried for him

- cameras huh? almost like he's afraid of being watched

- uh ohhhh sam's a bit agitated

- SAM

- SAM STOP FUCKING AROUND AND FINDING OUT YOU'RE LITERALLY GOING TO DIE THIS WAY

- WELCOME TO MY TWISTED MIND????? LMAO

- 2000's ass blog post

- "Bye! ^_^"

- this is a bit interesting though. the blog owner states that they're keeping the blog for posterity, but a good chunk of the posts have since been deleted

- voyeur huh? sounds like that entails a lot of watching

- A KOFI TOO OH MY GOD

- CINEPHOBIAAAAAAA LMAO

- GIRL RUN

- HOW IS THEM MANAGING TO FIND YOUR ADDRESS WITHOUT YOU INPUTTING IT NOT RAISING ANY RED FLAGS

- it looks dilapidated on the outside?????? run???????

- since i can't eat the brownies due to Surgery Reasons i'm opting to eat the batter instead (as carefully as possble)

- eating all the popcorn before the movie starts? relatable

- okay so before the Scary Part starts i'm going to guess it's a detailed version of the writer's life story but from a 3rd person's perspective

- okay i was a bit off. but i was right in spirit

- that is a bit interesting though. it's like the movie is a disease that keeps spreading. someone sees it, makes a blog post about it with the same exact words, someone else sees the blog post, that someone else sees it, and so on and so forth

- OKAY. INTERESTING

FINAL THOUGHTS:

okay firstly, this episode was pretty interesting! it was a bit shorter than the previous episodes but still something substantial. i'm nevertheless intrigued and still curious as to how things will develop.

but more importantly, COLIN!!!!! i know he was in episode 3 but i miss him already. it's interesting though that sam notes how weird colin's been acting lately. he is very intentionally going analogue. and to be honest i can't really blame him. he knows that the programs inside the computers are watching them, and will use practically anything digital to connect from one aspect to another and spy on people (remember how they managed to connect to alice's phone in the first episode??? literally no device is safe.) him doing literally everything he can to distance himself from the electronics is not going unnoticed. while we're on the topic of IT's, i'm wondering why gwen was so interested in them all of a sudden. does it have to do with the video she saw? could klaus be the german IT guy? what happened to him? perhaps he knew too much, and it was getting in the way of his work. and the fact he's german. could he be the one who wrote the code for the system? it doesn't explain things, but it definitely something to keep in mind. it seems like gwen is onto something, and she's starting her own little investigation.

i am also keeping an eye on sam. he's a bit better at this than jon, in the sense that he's not being overtly obsessive about it Yet, but something is up with him. he's a bit irrate and making incredibly bad decisions, but to be honest, who doesn't when they're in a bad mood? i do appreciate him trying to bring up colin's current state and offering some kind of solution, rather than pushing him away. i think he genuinely wants to help.

also alice is so confused. i feel so bad for her. "why is everyone acting so weird?" honestly i do not blame you. alice get behind me everybody is going to make you look like the weird suspicious person for trying to stay sane.

sorry for the delay guys!!!! the pain is bearable but i've just been having a hard time getting my thoughts together. this episode has given me a lot but also not very much. overall, i think everybody is acting weird and i know this is bad because my guys :( my little sillies. anyways, that's all for now! goodbye!

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The next morning, Katie made her way to the kitchen, where she found Johnny waiting with breakfast. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled her senses, making her stomach rumble in hunger.

“Wow, you're quite the early riser!” she teased him, taking a seat across from him.

Johnny laughed.

“You have to be in my line of work. What can I say? I'm a guy of habits.”

Katie shook her head in amusement.

“How's your head feeling?” Johnny questioned as he handed Katie a steaming mug of hot tea. She sipped it gratefully, getting a box of cereal out and sitting down to eat.

“Much better, thanks,” she replied. “I didn't sleep well last night. Nightmares again. That's never happened before…”

“What are the nightmares about?”

“Being kidnapped, mostly,” she admitted. “I thought it would never happen. It almost did. But then I saw you…and I felt safe.”

Johnny grinned warmly. “And you know I'm glad you did.”

Katie smiled shyly and glanced at the ground, flushing crimson. “Thanks. I can't wait to go back to work! Being cooped up like this is driving me nuts!”

“I know what you mean,” Johnny agreed. “But it will pass. Soon enough, I expect the police will make an arrest and things will get back to normal.”

“Yeah, I hope so.” Katie answered and picked up the dishes.

“Until then, you can buy groceries and cook dinner, you know.”

“Oh, um, I don't know. Thanks anyways.” Katie replied quickly. Johnny simply rolled his eyes and smiled slightly. They chatted quietly as Katie washed the dishes. After cleaning up, she headed into the living room.

As she turned on the TV, she happened to see a news report about the bank robbery. She then heard an update on the case, talking about the new leads. As her attention was directed toward the tv, she heard Johnny enter the room and sit down next to her. He rested his hand on her shoulder, making her jump in surprise.

“Sorry! Didn't meant to scare you like that!” he apologized. Katie nodded, embarrassed.

“Don't worry, I guess I should watch the news. It's been a while since I watched one of those.”

Johnny gave a smile and settled himself into the recliner. “Good thing I brought a bunch of DVDs over yesterday; I thought we could watch movies,”

“I was wondering if we could pick out some horror flicks,” Johnny added, smirking.

Katie groaned, shaking her head as she smiled slightly. “Oh my gosh, we really are kids.”

“No, we're not! And besides you've seen some scary shit!”

“Probably nothing compared to what you've been through.”

“So let's go through them together,” Johnny replied grinning.

“Okay….” Katie said with a grin. She pulled up an old favorite; The Mummy. She scrolled past to the title page and clicked Play.

As the opening credits started rolling, she felt Johnny wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her close. With his arm wrapped tightly around her back, she leaned her head back onto his shoulder, resting her head comfortably. Katie didn't really pay any attention to the movie, instead choosing to focus on Johnny’s arms holding her. His warmth was slowly enveloping her, calming her nerves. She closed her eyes for a brief moment.

When she opened them again, the credits had ended, and she looked curiously at the man in front of her.

“Get to bed, lass.” Johnny instructed.

Katie giggled lightly and blushed. “Alright……you too. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” he repeated, leaning forward and squeezing her hand. He had only been looking after Katie for a few days, but he felt fiercely protective of her. He wouldn't let her go anywhere until she was completely recovered from her abduction ordeal.

******

Katie tossed and turned in the bed, her breathing erratic, a scream building in her lungs. This nightmare was happening again. It was getting harder and harder for her to escape from the nightmare, and the more she fought, the stronger and more vivid it became. Strong hands gripped her shoulders, forcing her awake.

“Katie! It's just a nightmare...wake up, lass.” Soap shook her, trying to wake her up.

“No! No, no, no! Please stop.” She begged frantically. Tears were streaming down her face, and her chest was heaving up and down; her breaths becoming shallow.

"Shhh..." Soap cooed to her. “Breathe...” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her. He rocked her side to side.

“Please...go...away.” She cried, trying to push him away.

“Lassie, please. Let me hold you. I won’t hurt you; I promise. You’re safe now. I’ve got you. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Katie wiped her eyes, her vision adjusting to the dark room. She saw that he was shirtless. Her heart stopped beating momentarily, but he quickly realized her gaze and looked down to her. She could feel the heat radiating from his skin.

“Sorry,” she apologized immediately.

“Don’t apologise, Katie. I’m right here. Just take your time.”

Katie laid back down on the bed, trying to let her fear-driven mind calm itself. She wrapped her arms around herself as if she were cold, feeling herself trembling uncontrollably. The nightmares began after that day she was taken. But this time, the man wasn’t going anywhere. There was no escaping him. As she lay in bed, trying to control her breathing, she felt Soap’s strong hand on her shoulder. It wasn’t tight or firm, but reassuring all the same. She felt herself calming down and her breathing steady again. He curled up beside her,

wrapping his arm around her and pulled her close, allowing her to snuggle in closer. She rested her head against his shoulder, listening to his heartbeat. Her own racing heart slowly calmed down, her breathing returning to normal. She relaxed in Soaps arms; letting herself fall asleep.

“What are you doing?” Katie asked sleepily.

“Holding you, love. Sleep now. I’m not going anywhere.” His voice was soft and gentle. She listened closely for a moment before nodding.

Soap moved over, pulling the covers around them both. He brushed some hair out of her face.

“Johnny?” Katie asked, half asleep.

“Yes love?”

“Thanks for everything.”

“Anything for you, Katie. Anytime.”

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[whoiwanttoday]

Here is Charli XCX who is absolutely right. Yesterday she posted about what a crime it was that she was nominated for no Grammys and how that compares to Mia Goth not being nominated for any Oscars for her work in Pearl. Big shout out to Charli XCX for having only the absolute best taste because I watch a lot of movies and I really liked Pearl (even if I wouldn't make it my number one of the year) but I loved Mia Goth's performance (which combined with having seen X and comparing them is hands down the best acting I saw this year). This is because the Oscars are, much like the Grammys, bullshit. A different kind of bullshit. The Grammys have never mattered and other than the real true narcissists out there hungry for any praise I assume once you win one you toss it in a closet or something because everyone knows the Grammys don't matter. The Oscars are different in that they very much matter and often nominate very good movies and performances, they are just still bullshit because the Academy is still basically 65, white, and male and so what you really see is the best likely movies by old white guys. Again, this is different than the Grammys which are just... bad. Cause here is the thing, if you went back and watched every best picture winner you would see mostly very good movies. You would see some truly great movies. It's just that often that truly great movie is not actually the best movie that year. Sometimes this is forgivable. How Green Was my Valley is a very good movie and won best picture in 1941. It also happens to be about the 3rd or 4th best movie that year and it's cultural footprint can't even begin to match that of Citizen Kane or The Maltese Falcon. Suspicion is also better and Sullivan's Travels is better but it wasn't even nominated. So they got it wrong but it isn't as wrong as say... Driving Miss Daisy beating Do the Right Thing. So they are bullshit but in a different way and hold a much more important place culturally. I don't know if this still happens but as a kid surrounded by middle class and middle brow white people, there were a lot of adults who would make it a point to rent the best picture winner after the Oscars and maybe some of the other nominees or best acting winners. They would do this because it was, in their mind, objectively the best movie and usually after they'd all talk about how it was the best movie except for that one guy in the neighborhood who would say it sucked not because of a nuanced take but because he was that guy. You know that guy, he's all over the internet now. Anyway, my point is that the Oscars weren't right but most of the time they do highlight movies of value and that is of value. I promise you more people saw Moonlight than ever would have if it had never been nominated much less won. That's a net win because that's a good movie that the sort of people who watch movies because they were nominated should see. So that's a long way of saying that the Oscars are bullshit but a completely different type of bullshit, an important thing to clarify before I note that Charli XCX is 100% right. Even if the Oscars are bullshit in a different way it is absolutely bullshit that Crash got nothing and Mia Goth got nothing. I guess if it's any comfort to Charli, there are people who offered me literally hundreds of dollars for my copy of True Romance last year before there was a whisper of repressings coming. I can buy a copy of Mumford & Son's Babel for like $10. Today I want to fuck Charli XCX.

#Charli XCX #brunette #Singer #whoiwanttofucktoday

[hobisfavoritespritecan]

Stranger Things boys and when they fell for you.

AN: Did I make this just because I wanted to post a picture of Steve in his yellow shirt that I love so much? Yes, that's exactly what I did.

Steve Harrington

It had been another day working with you and Robin at the video store that was like every other: you would finish shelving the vhs tapes, Robin would work the cash register, and Steve would do anything else (and flirt with the lady customers)

You had just finished putting away the new movie "The Breakfast Club," when all of a sudden Steve had grabbed your wrist and turned you to face him.

Wild eyed with red cheeks, Harrington was truly a sight to be seen as he frantically searched around in his pants pocket, for what you didn't know.

"What's wrong, Steve?" You asked, noticing his manic state.

"Does my hair look okay?" He asks, patting down the sides of his head and then deciding to ruffle it back up again. His eyes kept darting to the back of the store towards the romance movies and that's when you saw her: Laura. Guys fawned over her all the time and were desperate for her attention, I guess it didn't surprise you that Steve felt the same.

Fixing his parting by running your fingers through his hair, Steve had a starting realization.

He was horribly infatuated with this.

Laura suddenly became a topic of the past as he watched you work his hair into the right shape, stepping back and eyeing your work.

"It looks good now, go get her!" You encouraged and went back to finishing your task.

Needless to say, Steve walked back to the front counter and confided in Robin about how this was the beginning of something between the two of you.

Billy Hargrove

Billy wasn't the most in tune with his emotions and how he felt about you, but he knew that there was something in him that wanted to be around you all the time and that searched desperately for your approval.

Sitting in his car on the way to school, he had offered to drive you just like everyday and Bon Jovi played on the speakers, also as usual.

You had been intently staring out the window watching the town of Hawkins pass as the two of you made your way to the school; fingers drumming against your notebook that you had brought from home.

"Are those the math notes from yesterday?" He asks you, voice gruff but still soothing. You were the only person he treated with such respect and there was something about that exclusivity that made you fall for him even harder. You just wish it was mutual.

"Uh yeah, they are." You said, shifting in your seat. They most definitely were not the math notes but rather your diary which included all about how you felt towards your friend. You were bringing it to school to photocopy some of the drawings you had doodled in the back of it.

"May I borrow them? I'm totally failing Mrs. Hampton's class." He threw out a smile and held out one of his hands to collect the book in question, the other hand on the steering wheel.

"You should be looking at the road silly. But yes, you can borrow them." You said, handing over the book. You were terrified to say the least, but this might be your only chance of properly communicating how you felt.

"Thanks." He said and put the book under his thigh as the ride continued. Once you approached the school, you got out of the car and smiled at Billy. "Love ya." You said, a normal phrase among the two of you.

"Love ya too." He says, immediately starting to go back to the gruff and tough Billy that the rest of Hawkins High was used to. It was cute.

Once you had gone, Billy remembered that he conveniently had a math test on this specific Tuesday morning, so he decides to open your notebook and study as he walked down the hall.

Let's just say, he was glad to know that you felt the same way as him; pining after you for so long, it was nice for him to find out that getting you to be his would be easier than he thought.

Eddie Munson

You had met him at an odd store of sorts, one that specialized in board games and such. You had collected a Ouija board for your own pleasure later and that's when you noticed a giant mass of fluffy hair stationed below the counter looking through the Dungeons and Dragons dice.

"Hey," you said, startling the man on the floor, "Is this where I'm supposed to pay?"

Jumping up from the counter with his shirt acting as a bowl full of ten and twelve sided dice of all different colors, the man was just slightly taller than you with a bagel in his mouth. Dropping the dice onto the counter, he took the bagel out and smiled. "Yes! That's what I work here for!"

Giggling, you set the board down on the counter and watch the mysterious guy ring you up. "You're buying a Ouija board to play with friends?" He asks, trying to start conversation. He might've thought he was being discreet about it, but the pink blush dusting his cheeks gave him away.

"Not really, I was gonna play by myself since everyone was busy." You said, smiling at him.

He would've gotten down on one knee and popped the question right there with that response.

"That's so badass." He said, rubbing the bagel seeds onto his white shirt labeled "The Hellfire Club."

"Why thank you. You know, if you're not busy you could join me sometime. I have a couple of beers at my place." You state with a matter-of-fact tone.

"Underage drinking? Totally in." He says, giving you the heart eyes and handing you your receipt.

"Great. When do you get off of work?"

"9:00" he sighs, looking at the clock which read 5:00pm. Looked like he wasn't getting to spend time with you soon.

"What if we just pop it open and play in here?" You offer, throwing your purse on the counter and hopping over it, taking a bite of his bagel.

Eddie Munson asked you out that very day.

#fanfiction #stranger things #season four #steve harrington #eddie munson #billy hargrove #hobisfavoritespritecan

[tsuki-sennin]

My, this is quite the turn of events.

What the hell happened in the past two weeks while we were gone, Donbrothers? We've got a funny red man, a blue monkey and a yellow oni who're a pair of losers, a pink bird wife guy turned epic divorce man, a jailhouse black dog, and a bunch of autistic kids hanging out in the void by themselves! ...also a Tiger/Dragon system apparently just off to the side, which is quite unusual for a Sixth Ranger.

Also, uh... yesterday morning, Kohei Murakami, who played Kusaka in Faiz and Bud in Zyuohger, after asking if his followers saw episode 36 of Donbrothers, shared a picture of Inoue captioned "Toshiki Kabedon", which is uh... exactly what you might imagine it'd be. I know I don't usually show pictures, but I find this deeply compelling. Look at his goddamn face. Look at it. That is a man who knows.

Anyways, Spoilers I guess beneath the cut~!

-Aw how cute, they're napping together :)

-F

-FIVE HUNDRED BILLION YEN??!

-Ah, yep, Kijino's in a real bad state.

-Damn. Railing against your boss like that? In a Japanese corporate setting?

-Haruka with the phonecall!

-...suddenly I'm very thankful that Crane Lady didn't see that he was getting phone calls from a teenage girl.

-Oh shit, a party?

-Of fuckin' course it's a party, have I seen this consistently festival-themed show before?

-Ah fuck, the preview has an inferno. This ain't good.

-Oh shit, GolDon Zyuoh Eagle. Hell yeah, really lean into that bird.

-Friendship :)

-Parfait time!

Haruka: Tell Mister Kijino how much he means to you, Tarou :) Tarou: Kijino, you are worth as much to me as- Shinichi: Y'know on second thought let's not do that!

-He is... The wife guy.

-Oh goddammit-

-Goddamn, he couldn't even get a man sent to jail hjkl

-Inuzuka Tsubasa...!

-Chase him!

-Damn, these Juto are violent violent!

-Me when no food.

-Ah, I see he's still a Master Shef.

-EAT

-EAT PUNY BIRD MAN

-Ohhhhh, sirens. ...did that guy say "Kyuukyuu" earlier? ...GoGoFive man?

-"Damn dude, I didn't know going sicko mode made you a shit cook. 0/10, would not eat again."

-"EAT MY GODDAMN FOOD YOU PIGS"

-Oh shit, Sononi-san!

-Crane Lady!

-Oh goddammit Haruka, do you have an interest in her too? ...I mean fair, but c'mon.

-Canned movie! ...oh shit, I still haven't seen that. Battle Familia either. Damn.

-Shake's pier.

-Prince, magic, true love, back normal!

-Hell yeah.

-Ohhhh, she wants to be a beast.

-Natsumi-chan~!

-Natsumi-san!

-"Wanna play fancy actress for a bit? :3"

-Ah, so this IS Natsumi mode!

-A rich fan!

-Oh shit, Jirou's back! I see Rumi-chan's still here too.

-Stew!

-Ah, the boys are fightin'.

-"Dude what, you suddenly grew a tiger kimono."

-He suddenly became a giga chad right before your eyes.

-Remember the sunset.

-Merbromin...

-"Yeeeeeah, I guess that makes sense!"

-Guess Haruka is a dedicated Natsumi stan now.

-Here they are! The condor lady and the shadow man!

-Ohhhhh, this is a bit intense.

-God dang it, Haruka!

Sononi: Geez, what's up with there? Sonoza: She's a

-Poor Emergency Guy.

-Momoi Tarou.

-Miho is Natsumi's dream?

-Get the real Tsubasa back, get rid of this sussy baka imposter.

-Ohhhhhh, I love Crane Lady's monster form.

-Oi, Tarou, don't say "Two on one works for me!", people might get the wrong idea.

-"Dammit, I must be slipping if I got saved by Sonoza!"

-Where the boyfriend at?

-Even wrote a notecard for you, huh?

-OH THERE HE IS HJKLH

-"Fuck it, who cares! Kage Time!"

-Kyuukyuu-Ki!

-Oh god, this is gonna be how Tsubasa has his internal reveal

-OH NO ROLLCALL TIME JHGLKGKV

-Born from a peach! Don Momotaro! Yooooo! Nippon Ichi!

-Bidding farewell to the transient world... SaruBrother! Yo! Muki muki!

-The manga master, OniSister! Yo! Oni no kanabo!

-YOU FUCKED IT UP

-YOU FUCKED IT UP YOU MANIAC

-Jirou, let's go!

-"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA GET THEM! SHOOT THEM! SHOOT 'EM GOOD, DOGGIE!"

-God, this is such chaos, and I woudln't have it any other way.

-Save the Earth! Save a Life!

-Oh yeah, Jirou wasn't there.

-Goooold Avatar Change! Honnou Kakusei! Monarch of the Open Skies! Zyuoh Eagle!

-...that seemed a little anticlimactic. I mean, he probably could've cleared the fire on his own, but I guess a bit of Zyuoh love isn't remiss!

-There it is! The big fuck-off fully combined robot of this season!

-"Shut up arm, I own you!"

-Donbros Fantasia Supreme!

-A supreme win for the ages!

-Hey there emergency guy!

-Well done, report back to HQ.

-Goooooo Tsubasa!

-Hell yeah, you got him!

-Good job, Tsubasa!

-Only one. Ore koso.

-Did the creepy origami cats free him? Or did he rip out of there on his own?

-SONOSHI WHAT

-That form... IS THAT A HENSHIN NINJA ARASHI REFERENCE

-Well, I guess... they're a bit more even now. This man came waltzing in, so I guess he's here now. See you on Monday, I guess.

#don! don! it's a full force peachy festival! #avataro sentai donbrothers #donbrothers spoilers #donbrothers #super sentai

[dumb-hat]

Tagged!

@thefreelanceangel smacked me with this thing, and I happen to be sitting here, looking at it, right at the moment when I'm both restless and bored and can't think of anything to read or do, so... yeah, okay, why not? Been a bit since I've done one of these things.

1. Are you named after anyone?

 Kinda.

So, the original plan was to name me after my father, but it turns out there was another guy in town with his name, and Dad, like... he hated that guy, and the thought that people might meet little baby me and think that I was that guy's kid just grated on him, so they named me after his best friend, but gave me Dad's middle name.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I don't remember the last time I did a whole-ass, full-on cry, but I probably furrowed my brow and tried to stoically choke down a swell of tearful emotion while watching fucking Ted Lasso yesterday.

Same thing with Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 3 the other day.

It used to be that like, I'd get fairly emotional about real life stuff, but not so much with media. Sure, it would have an effect on me, but that effect just didn't, like... go anywhere, if that makes sense. These days though, if I'm being honest? I will almost cry at the drop of a hat.

3. Do you have kids?

Nah. The cats are enough.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I think I use, like, a normal amount of sarcasm, whatever that is.

I really appreciate sarcasm, especially well-crafted sarcasm. It doesn't take much to just, I dunno, meanly say the opposite of how you actually feel about something, but good sarcasm can be an absolute delight.

When I was younger, I did an awful lot of the former, all the while confusing it for the latter. I won't say I always get it right now, but I try to do it less as a knee-jerk reaction, especially around people who might not know me as well... But I can't help it, and sometimes I show my ass.

If anything, I'm more likely to lapse into bathos than sarcasm.

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

Tee ball and coach pitch when I was a little, tiny kid. I was really bad at it, but Dad wanted me to do it, and it meant I got to hang out with him, even if I was terrified the entire time I was out there.

That's it, unless you want to count a few summers during/right after high school where my friends and I got really into Ultimate frisbee and started a league with teams and shirts and everything.

I, uh... I for one would rather not count that, if that's alright.

6. What is the first thing you notice about other people?

Honestly, it really just depends on how I meet them, you know? Is it an online thing? An in-person thing? A party? A concert? A convention? Work?

I guess I could say that I get a pretty strong gut reaction to people right off the bat, no matter the context. I'm pretty good about giving myself room to adjust how I feel, but there's definitely a quiet, ongoing vibe check that I notice first thing, if that counts.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

This feels like a false dichotomy.

For years, I thought I didn't like horror, but then I realized that I had just been convinced that I didn't like horror. Turns out, I really like it, I'm just kind of specific about it.

I like happy endings, but sometimes I'm put off when things are just a little too pat, you know?

So, uh, yeah. I like both. This doesn't feel like an either/or for me.

8. Any special talents?

I kinda wanna say 'no,' but that's not really a fun answer, is it?

So, okay. Here's a fun one: One day when I was like, 17 or 18, I was sitting at my grandparents' computer, waiting on something to download for a class project, I saw one of those... Oh, I don't know what they're called, like... one those, uh, letter spikes? You know, it's a spike that sits upright on a desk and you impale letters on it?

Yeah. One of those.

Anyway, I saw it there, and I still don't know why I did this—chalk it up to that ADHD impulsiveness, I suppose—but I took the thing and just, like, slid it into my nostril. I expected resistance, but didn't really find any, so I just kinda, you know, kept going.

I slid the thing in—straight back, mind you! Not up!—until I felt it touch the back of my sinus cavity. It wasn't long before I was showing this off to anyone I could, using progressively more impressive-looking nails. I started keeping a nose nail handy just so I could do the impromptu human blockhead thing on demand at parties and stuff.

Uh, does that count?

9. Where were you born?

Nowhere good, I tell you what.

10. Do you have any hobbies?

I do a lot of tabletop RPG stuff. I'm coming up on session 8 of an Exalted game, which is a lot of fun. I ran tons of it back in the day, but I haven't touched it since like, '11, but it feels good to be running it again. Feels kinda like home.

I play some video games, too. I find that the interest is always there, but the actual doing of it waxes and wanes, and boy, is there a lot of waxing right now. Just... a lot of fun stuff coming out. Lots I want to play.

I, uh... should probably log into FFXIV sometime soon. Get caught up. Take screenshots. Roleplay. Sort inventory. Manage retainers. Anything, really.

Honestly though, I really love making terrariums. I always thought it was kind of neat, but I started watching terrarium videos on YouTube as kind of a Bob-Ross-Moment-of-Zen-Unwind-and-Destress kind of thing while I was working a super-stressful job, and then it just kind of turned into my pandemic hobby. I love it, but I haven't made anything in a while, since I'm low on a few supplies. This is a good reminder to change that, though!

11. Do you have any pets?

I do! Two cats and a leopard gecko. The cats are 17 and 11. The leopard gecko is... at least 16, but could be years older than that, as he was kind of a rescue situation. He's slowing down a lot and getting really fussy, so I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit worried about him, but I reckon he's had a good run.

12. How tall are you?

5'10? 5'11? Depends on my posture, I guess.

13. Favorite Subject in School:

Depends on what kind of school we're talking about.

In grade school, it was usually science, sometimes social studies.

In high school, I took whatever *-as-literature classes I could, but my favorite classes were probably actually World Cultures and Sociology.

In college, I double majored in Anthropology and Linguistics. My favorite class was probably Sociolinguistics, but I was pretty good at Phonetics and the Anthropology of Science Fiction course I took as an undergrad was a ton of fun.

Okay, I guess it doesn't actually depend. Most of that can be boiled down to "I like people, and I like words, and I like what people do with words."

14. Dream job?

As much as I'd love to be pithy and say something like "I don't dream of labor," Baldwin said it better than I could ever hope to.

I don't think I have a dream job. I just kinda wanna do stuff and then have time to, like, not do stuff, you know?

That said, as I get older, I do find myself daydreaming about all kinds of things that feel like they'd be fulfilling now, but didn't even cross my mind when I was in a better position to do something about it more easily.

For all the time I spent staring at the architectural mock-ups in the halls at college, I could have at least taken an intro class, right?

I spent a large chunk of my life thinking I had no interest in making things or putting things together before realizing how much I loved the thin line between frustration and cursing, and elation and satisfaction that comes with repairing something, just because I was told that wasn't the kind of thing guys like me did. Also, uh... Having a half—or even quarter!—decent set of tools (rather than whatever you can find around the house) really, really helps.

So, yeah. I dunno. I'm getting older and still figuring out what I want to do, which is kind of a pain in the ass for an old guy that's long past all the college and "What do you wanna do when you grow up?" part, but I guess that's alright.

Wait. No. I wanna be a garden hermit. Surely, that's still a thing somewhere, right?

15. Eye Color?

Blue.

I'm not tagging anyone because... I dunno, I don't wanna. But hey, feel free to steal this and do it and tag me back so I can see it. That sounds like fun.

I've got an OOC blog over at @justlikethefish. In theory, that's where I talk about stuff like this. In practice, it's mostly like, cats and memes, and the occasional two-sentence post about whatever tabletop game I'm running, or whatever. Oh, and just about every Calvin & Hobbes post I come across.

#Tagged #OOC

[insecxreasalwqys]

inseparable (ch.1: i h8 you, for what you did.)

This is a series kinda thing im gonna write, with chapters, and this is chapter 1. This series will focus on kuzuryu, chishiya, arisu, niragi, kuina, and usagi.

“Hi, sir, uhm, have you seen my son? He is maybe up to my waist? Hes wearing a blue shirt with orange stripes.” A man walking up to chishiya said, in a panicked voice. Chishiya, niragi, and Kuzuryu were talking to eachother at the park. “No sir, we havent seen him, but we can look for him.” Kuzuryu offered. “Ok, thank you!” The man replied. Niragi went over to the fountain, Kuzuryu to the playground area, and chishiya went to look in the other places. After maybe like 30 minutes, Niragi saw a kid, who looked small, wearing a blue and orange striped shirt. “Found him!” Niragi yelled. “Thank you so much!” The man said. “Youre welcome.” Kuzuryu said. Chishiya just smiled at he man. After that, they went to usagis place to hang out. When they knocked, it wasnt usagi who answered the door. “Oh, hi. Are you guys here for usagi?” Her father asked. “Yeah, is she home?” Niragi and chishiya asked. “Yeah shes in her room with arisu.” He said. “Usagi?” Her dad yelled. “Yeah?” Usagi responded. “Your friends are here!” He said. “Coming!” They ended up watching a movie at usagis place. “Thank you, dad.” The main character said, hugging him tight. Chishiya layed back and closed his eyes. “Shun?” Niragi said, looking at chishiya. “Hm?” Chishiya replied, without opening his eyes. “Are you like, tired?” Niragi asked. Kuzuryu was sitting next to chishiya and turned around to look at him. “Im just tired. I was at the hospital yesterday.” Chishiya responded. “Okay, i guess.” Niragi said. Kuzuryu glanced at chishiya every now and then. Chishiya checked his phone. He got a message from kuina.  Some tall girl.

Hey shun, uh, im kind of late, i was at work, but im heading over rn!

_______________________________________________________________________ the text read. He responded with ok.  He went through his messages, and saw his dads contact. The date next to it read: 8/2/11 and the message on its left said: Dad? Are you coming home tonight?

He quickly shut off his phone and closed his eyes again. He took a deep breath and fell asleep. 30 minutes later the credits rolled. “Shiya?” Kuzuryu said, looking down at him. “Yeah?” He repsonded, sitting up. He was a light sleeper, so he woke up right away. “The movies over.” Arisu said, looking over at him. “Yeah thanks, didnt see that.” Chishiya said, laughing near the end. Arisu smiled aswell. Chishiya saw kuina sitting in front of the bed on the floor. “Oh, hi.” Chishiya said. “Hey.” Kuina replied. “I’ll cook dinner, you guys just wait up here.” Usagi said, walking out and closing the door gently. “So, what do you guys want to do.” Arisu asked them. “I dont know.” Kuina said, shrugging her shoulders. “Oh! Usagi has a board game under her tv.” Arisu realized, taking it. “Snakes and ladders?” Chishiya said. Arisu gave a nod.

“Please! I just need a one!” Niragi shouted. Just then usagi walked in. “The foods ready, losers.” Usagi said, smiling. Chishiya was the first to get up. And the others followed.  They saw chishiya setting alarms and writing notes to himself. “Watcha doing?” Niragi asked. “Just setting reminders for myself.” Chishiya responded. Niragi nodded. “Gotta blast!” Chishiya yelled a few minutes later. “Oh um, ok, but why?” Usagi asked. “Its 8 and if i dont get enough sleep, im gonna be late. I have to be at the hospital by 6:00.” He said in a rushed voice. “Bye guys! Oh and thanks usagi for the food!” He yelled before putting on his shoes and shutting the door behind him. “I have to go too.” Kuzuryu said. “I have a case tomorrow.” He added, quickly following chishiya. “Bye!” They said.  “Shiya! Wait up!” Kuzuryu yelled. Chishiya looked back, hair blowing. “Hmm?” He said. Kuzuryu and chishiya lived next to eachother in the same apartment, trying to save some money to pay off their debt from school. “I have a case tomorrow, so i figured ide go ba-” kuzuryu started, but got cut off when a family walked by. It appeared they had gotten back from the fair that started a few hours ago. They looked so, so happy. The two guys were looking at the family. “That was so fun!” One of the kids shouted. The two quickly kept walking, and ignored it. Well, Kuzuryu ignored it, but chishiya didn’t completely. Chishiya felt like someone had punched him in the stomach. Chishiya realized that the reason he felt like that was because, almost everywhere he went today, there was some form of family members bonding. Having fun. Something chishiya never got to do as a child. He was forced to grow up so quickly.

Never finished this.

#alice in borderland #imawa no kuni no alice #imawa no kuni no arisu #chishiya shuntaro #niragi suguru #kuzuryuu keiichi #usagi yuzuha #arisu ryohei #hikari kuina