#<< not really but im gonna tag everything just in case

[shadowglens]

okay the head blending thing in the cc is wild

[peachaliearchieve]

Cloud when Aerith and Tifa are party members and we have to run across the world map:

[heirtotheempire]

The Bad Batch season 3 has been interesting thus far. I really liked episodes 1-7 and I've nothing particularly bad to say about any of those episodes. But honestly episode 8, and after today, episode 9, it's once again gotten to be a bit of a pain to get through. Maybe I'm just too much of a Crosshair guy, idk. Today's episode especially irked me but last time I discussed the topics it delves into I got some pissy people in my notes and I'd rather avoid that this time around.

[racmune]

i wake up n no longer with illness

Business as usual nothing happened at all i rolled back my save guys its okay

[blitz0hn0]

I don't want to get off my phone I don't want to stay on my phone I don't want to pump gas I don't want to do deliveries I don't want to get ready for bed I don't want to write anything of substance I don't want to create I don't want to not create I don't want to be here I don't want to go anywhere I don't want to move I don't want to stay still my brain and body seem to simply want to sit here and Yearn

[casualavocados]

ive watched 3 seasons of 911 in a week. and yeah i also watched the last two s7 eps that came out. yes ive seen spoilers for like the whole show and im still having fun. and hey, the next ep doesnt come out till may so i have time to catch up! (i dont think itll take me three weeks to watch three more seasons)

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

no fr sometimes i feel like accepting henry in falcone family was a mocking insult from carlo

[princekirijo]

Istg I actually need to sit down and write a proper bio for Riku because even I get confused af as to what his personality is sometimes.

[wcnderlnds]

bae bae | choi su-bong (thanos)

・❥・ summary: after a night out at club pentagon you end up in bed with your friend who has zero shame ・❥・word count: 1.6k ・❥・warnings: 18+. mdni. oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, thanos is rough. swearing. mentions of drugs, female reader. ・❥・ authors note: ... this is pure filth, im so sorry. also this is pre-squid game <3 i also havent added my taglist in case people dont want to be tagged in smut but if you do let me know!!

The whole night had been a blur. How you’d ended up back in your own bed you had no idea but thankfully you’d made it home safe. The music from Club Pentagon still echoed through your ears like an anthem constantly playing in your head. You opened your eyes, your hands coming up to rub them with the palm of your hands. What time was it? You leaned over, grabbing your phone off the bedside table to see it was 3am. With a groan, you buried your head back into the safety of your pillow making a mental note to yourself to never drink so much again. All you could remember was that it had been a rough day, so bad that your friend Su-bong had decided a night out at his favourite club was the perfect remedy. So much for listening to him. That was on you, really. None of his ideas were ever good. They mostly consisted of drowning feelings in alcohol or taking one of his colourful little pills to forget what was going on.

As your thoughts drifted to him, a quiet groan filled the room causing you to perk up. It was coming from next to you so you just had to assume it was Thanos making noises in his sleep. He did that often – his nightmares coming frequently. If he was next to you that meant he had been the one to bring you home. A big thank you was in order for him in the morning when you could handle being awake. If your pounding head was anything to go by, you were going to have one hell of a hangover. Your eyes closed once again as you tried to drift back off to sleep. Just as you were on the verge of falling asleep, you heard a grunt.

Okay, what was going on here?

You turned around, sitting up slightly as you took in the scene before you. Yeah, there Thanos was. Everything seemed normal until you saw his chest rising and falling rapidly, movement under the blankets catching your eye. Your brows furrowed. This man wasn’t doing what you thought he was doing in your bed, was he? Only one way to find out.

Maybe it was your hungover mind but the thought of what you might find excited you. The way he was biting his lower lip to keep quiet only fueling your intrusive thoughts. Your fingers grasped the blanket, pulling it off. Well, you were right.

There he was, hand wrapped around his cock as he jerked himself off. Your eyes fixated on his hand that began speeding up, his hips bucking off the bed for more friction. Oh, he was really into this. How had he not realised you’d caught him? Part of you wanted to watch him finish, the throbbing between your legs thinking for you more than your brain. You hadn’t even realised how into this you were until you caught yourself slipping. There had been moments in the past where the two of you had almost hooked up but it had never gone past making out. Something always got in the way whether it was his friend Nam-gyu interrupting or his need to take another pill – it never led anywhere.

You cleared your throat deciding it was better to let him know you’d caught him than let him carry on. His eyes flew open, his hand still as he looked at you. He wasn’t embarrassed – you were certain he didn’t even know that emotion. He just looked at you expectantly, pushing himself to sit up slightly, his erection still standing for the world to see. 

“What?” He asked unbothered, annoyed even that you’d stopped him.

“I just caught you jerking yourself off and you don’t care?” You blinked at him. This was Thanos, of course he didn’t care. He had no shame.

“Why the fuck would I? Now, you gonna let me finish or help me out here.” He gestured towards his cock, his hand slowly stroking himself again.

As you watched, you couldn’t help but be transfixed. He knew what he was doing and it was working. The cogs in your brain were working overtime as you fought with helping him or ignoring him and letting take care of himself. He could see it, the smirk on his face making him look even more attractive. ‘Fuck it’, you thought. 

“Fine, you’ll owe me one, though.”

“No problem, Senorita. Now get those pretty lips wrapped around my dick.”

You didn’t have time to react before his hand came up to your head, pushing you down towards his hardened length. Your tongue darted out, teasing the head but he wasn’t having it. He was too horny for teasing. He needed to have his cock stuffed down your throat or he was going to go insane. So, without warning, he pushed your head down onto him. It took you by surprise, almost choking but you steadied yourself, hands gripping his hips as you finally found a rhythm. Your lips moved up and down his length, tongue flattening out against the underside of his cock.

“Mhmm, just like that, pretty girl,” he rasped in that deep voice of his, his fingers tangling in your hair pushing you down onto him. You felt him hit the back of your throat almost gagging on him before he pulled you back up. “You’re doing so good.”

The praise was turning you on more than you’d like to admit. Your lips wrapped around him again, taking him as deep as you could without choking but it wasn’t enough. His hips bucked up into your mouth, his hand firmly tangled in your hair. You decided to give up and let him have his way. He felt your mouth slacken, the feral grin on his face letting you know he was more than willing to fuck your mouth stupid.

His grunts and groans filled the room as he thrust up into your mouth at a rapid pace. You could feel his cock twitching each time he hit the back of your throat. Tears sprang at the corner of your eyes as you gagged on him, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth. “Fuck, I’m so fuckin’ close.”

Just as you were sure he was about to finish, he yanked your head off him, pushing you back down onto the bed. In a frenzy, he pushed the skirt up you were wearing, pulling your panties to the side. He slid his index finger along your pussy, almost groaning at how wet you were when he hadn’t even done anything. You were so damn desperate, he loved every second of it. “Wanna come inside this sweet, little pussy. You gonna let me, baby?”

He dragged his cock along your folds coating himself in your slickness and that was game over for you. Frantically, you nodded your head. That was all he needed. He pushed himself inside you in one deep thrust. The loud moan you let out surprised you, Thanos’s eyes almost rolling to the back of his head at the feeling of finally being inside you after all this time. No interruptions, no need for a high. This was the only high he needed. He’d been missing out. He pushed your legs up and over his shoulders, pulling his cock almost all the way out and thrusting inside once again. His pace was anything but gentle, the tight grip he had on your hips sure to leave bruises. Your hands gripped the bedsheets below you as he pounded into you. There was no way you were going to last long if he kept this up but then again neither was he. You could tell with the way his eyebrows scrunched up that he was holding back. At least he wasn’t selfish in the bedroom.

“Su-bong,” you moaned, back arching as you felt your orgasm fast approaching. The moaning of his name was almost his undoing.

“Yeah? You like that, huh? Like being fucked stupid by your best friend?” He panted, the sound of his hips slapping against yours echoing off the walls of the small room. The bed occasionally banging against the wall with the intensity of his thrusts. Your neighbours were definitely going to have something to say about it in the morning. “Come for me. Wanna feel you squeezin’ the life outta me.”

One particular hard thrust and that was it. A loud, almost pornographic moan fell from your lips as you saw stars. Your fingers pulled at the sheets, legs quivering as your orgasm washed over you. Thanos didn’t let up his pace, his eyes drawn to where your bodies were joined as he fucked into you. The feeling of your walls squeezing around his cock bringing him closer and closer to the edge. “Fuck, fuck. Gonna come. Gonna fill you up real good.”

It took one, two more thrusts when he stilled inside you, his cock twitching as he came harder than he had in his life. He was sure he saw the whole damn universe, throwing his head back as he groaned. His hips shallowly thrust into you, pulling out once he’d finished. Did he clean you up? Nah. He flopped back down next to you, grabbing his vape off the bedside.

“We should’ve done that a long time ago,” he chuckled, taking a puff. He handed it over to you, his lazy eyes meeting yours. “Do I still owe you one?”

You took a hit of the vape, nodding your head as you passed it back to him. “Oh, hell yeah you do. Not getting out of it that easily.”

“Was hoping you’d say that,” he winked at you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and bringing you into his side. It wasn’t cuddling but it was something to show you his appreciation. Better than nothing.

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

best friend yuuji? you’ve just rang the dinner bell

i was just thinking like.

im adding this after writing but this is soooo fucking long lmao im sorry.

tags for fem!reader (reader is referred to as a girl many times, no explicit mention of anatomy), best friends to lovers, 18+ etc

okay. i feel like you and yuuji meet in a stereotypical way

yuuji is your best friend. you met when you guys were sat next to each other in school (classic case of quiet kid and loud kid) but yuuji is uber friendly so he naturally made friends with you. you guys always clicked. in a weird way. no one else could ever fully grasp it

but you just get each other. you have similar mindsets and find each other comfortable. so you grow up and into each other - and become best friends after a long while. he comes over a lot to yap while you study and while it looks one-sided - you often take care of and look after yuuji and make sure he's not carrying too much at once.

anyway . you have a really good relationship. you're not glued at the hip but it's like, you stick together so much people often ask where the other is when one of you is missing. you get older to around middle school and puberty starts to really . hit you know.

a lot of girls confess to yuuji in that time. it's normal. sure he's rowdy and loud but he's the kind of good guy you notice when you really talk to him. fundamentally good, and not crude and shallow like other boys your age. popular but not obviously. it's the first time in your relationship you are self conscious about being his best friend and just happening to be a girl

there's rumors and stuff. you and him never talk about it until some stuff happen (like yuuji seeing it cause problems) and then you talk. the gist of it is basically that - you're yuujis best friend in the world and nothing could change that. it doesn't matter who you are. he's just trying to show you he cares

and you realize right then you are in love with him.

years go by. you get a little older. you go through highschool much like middle school - with no boyfriend. yuuji dates infrequently but usually gets broken up with. this pattern repeats into college.

(what you don't know, because yuuji never bothered to ask - is that the girls he used to date broke up with him simply because he wouldn't shut up about you. everything he should've done with a girlfriend he did with you already. he even keeps pictures)

when you get into college and grow into adulthood, you and yuuji are still extremely close. you chose to stay home and so did he - so not much is very different. except now you're meeting all sorts of new people and having new relationships form.

you don't know how exactly it comes up. you're studying for an upcoming midterm, yuuji is talking about how he got turned out by the cute girl that he works with and he pauses and asks.

"you know, i know you study hard but you should have fun too," he says this laying in your bed like he owns it, turning his head to look at you where you're bent over your desk. "haven't you thought about getting a boyfriend now that you're in college?"

you are good at brushing this off. you've been doing it for years. you do not tell yuuji that you don't date guys even after you get asked out because you're in love. you just shrug and tell him straight.

"i already told you. im not going to think about dating until i'm finished with school and i've held my career for two years."

"but aren't you bored?" yuuji asks, sincere. he doesn't press you but he is being nosy. "i don't play around that much either but i don't know. a little is healthy. and you've always working hard. playing around with handsome guys might be fun."

"not gonna change my mind."

"don't you get i dunno," he lays on his back. "sexually frustrated, though?"

you pause. you flinch. you've never talked about this before.

you clear your throat a little. "don't be inappropriate. and i do the job myself just fine."

"i guess girls don't have to worry about losing their virginity as much as guys but,"

you try to move on as swiftly as you can from talking about this in relation to yourself. "you make it sound like you slut around, yuu-chan."

he laughs a little behind you. "well no but you know. it's nice laying with another person. only if we're together though."

"yeah, sure. good for you. stop pestering me about it then and go get a girlfriend."

"so mean," he replies, laying back on his stomach. "but do you really not care at all about losing it?"

you frown, swallowing the words explaining that you do care but not just anyone will do. you give him a half truth. a lie of omission.

"it's not that i don't care but it has to be with someone i trust a lot. i don't know any guys like that, so,"

"ehh?? what about me?"

you freeze. you're sure you're mishearing it. "what about you?"

"well... you trust me right? so i could help you with it until you do find a boyfriend,"

you turn around. surely not. surely you misheard. surely he did not tell you to have sex with him so casually. you turn around to verify he's fucking with you.

only to find the most blatant sincerity you've ever seen. he's never been entirely stupid but well. he has his moments.

"do you even know what you're saying? you have to get it up for me to do that."

"well sure. but im reliable and trusrtworthy. and maybe it'll relax you a bit."

you think at that point you're definitely losing your shit but no. unfortunately your guy is dead serious. and you know, yuuji is an idiot but he's not enough of an idiot to not know it's unconventional - but in the moment, in the second he asks, his reasoning is for good. he gets a weird little feeling thinking about you losing it to someone you don't trust you know?

you obviously debate with him on this. you refute him, even - telling him that there's no way he thinks that's a good idea. and you go back and forth and you stop him at some point. to just be like

"do you even think you could kiss me?"

and yuuji just stands to his feet, leans over your desk, and kisses you.

and well. after that, it's kind of like you can't keep your hands off of each other.

it's clumsy your first time. you have no experience. but yuuji is your best friend, and he's himself - so he's patient and gentle and sooo very helpful. he teaches you to kiss and breathe through your nose and open your mouth and all sorts of other things. he's big so it's kind of hard to put it in but he takes is time. the sex feels really, really good and is intimate - almost naturally because that's your very best friend in the entire universe.

and so like. you guys have sex. you dont really plan it or anything but somehow when you get alone - it just gets so, so tense and neither of you can seem to cool down.

and how could you, you know? you've always wanted to fuck yuuji and maybe, seemingly, he wants it too. he gets so red when you bend down on your knees and try to blow him and it makes you so confident. you just... start fucking all the time. and you guys have been so close that no one cares if you two are alone together or not.

and so like. you begin this intensely sexual relationship and miraculously unchanged relationship. like you hang out as normal. and you fuck alot. and it's amibigous and vague.

you're kind of torn up about it, but yuuji is the kind of guy to not hook up with more than one person - so it's not hard to delude yourself into dating. he's already sweet and cuddly and thoughtful. and you know, you've always been so, so strict with yourself. you're really on top of your shit you know? so you reason with yourself, fine. ill just do this and see what happens. it's not like you.

(but it's hard to be strict with yourself when he makes you cum six times you know.)

so weirdly, in a weird way - you're kind of fine. you're a bit numb, a bit adjusted to it.

BUT YUUJI? OH YUUJI IS GOING THROUGH IT.

look. i mean what i said about yuuji being sincere and dense about this whole thing. he really does just want to help you and he doesn't think anything of it. sure sex is for someone you love, but yuuji does love you so it's fine to him.

the problem? the problem is you go from looking like a vague, amorphous and wonderful friend whose appearance he rarely thinks of (outside of beautiful, because of course you are - you're his best friend)

and instead become the most insanely fuckable person he has ever laid his eyes on and it is . ruining his life.

again. it's not as if yuuji ever thought you were unattractive. beauty is bigger than appearance to him, always has been - and you've always been the most beautiful girl in every room because you had a lovely character to you. he adores you. as a friend.

he never.... saw you in any other way. not even when other people kept assuming he did. you're a girl so he knew people would try to box you into that with him regardless but it was never like that. or at least, in his head it was never like that.

sure, whenever he dates someone - he is subconsciously compares them to you and sure, no matter what the person he has the most fun with is you but that's normal right? best friends is a big deal after all

you have sex for the first time and it's like. all of a sudden he's seeing all these aspects of you completely different. it's such a dramatic shift for him. like.

but it's not.... just your body really. of course not. he's not just lusting after ou but there's just something different about how you look in his eyes. something about how you readjust your sweater, how you wipe the corners of your mouth. something about the way you look at his place with shorts and a comfortable shirt just barely riding up your stomach and matching fuzzy socks (that are kinda matted from being worn)

all of this is just so, so fucking sexy now. he gets the weirdest fluttery feeling and just . can't help but be on you. you don't even know what you do to him either, and how could you? but god it destroys him. really ruins him to see you all doe eyed. know how you feel when you cling onto his biceps.

for the longest time - he can barely figure out whats doing it to him.

and then like. one day you're finished having sex and you're both so tired you fall asleep. and you're at his place - naked in his bed. he wakes up in the middle of the night. he moves the covers you know, to get up and get a towel - wipe you down.

and then you sort of hold onto him. still asleep. you let out a very soft whiny nooo, and he just. finds it so cute. so without thinking, he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead and tells you to keep sleeping which you comply with bc ur not awake anyway.

and then when he sits up again he's like. oh. shit shit shit. shit.

that's when it hits him that he's in love with you which is. troubling to say the least. not only because he feels guilty for ruining your friendship but also because he knows himself well enough to know there's no way he could hold himself back.

but he thinks about and... does he have too? he knows it won't be right away but you do this with him too. so maybe, just maybe, there's a chance right?

for what its worth, i do think you two end up together with a minimal amount of angst. but the amount of heavy ass pining...the months it goes on of you two getting insanely, unbearably intimate and then not talking about it. and like. yuuji tests the waters with you. kisses you before he leaves, and does all sorts of stuff but you always go with it. you both cover it up but eventually it all spills and i think that's mostly cause yuuji is so open ......

anyways.... best friend yuuji.... he is on my mind....

[faegutz]

Hmmmm cuz I have a headache rn, what about the 141( + Konig and Los vaqueros) helping a gn reader with a migrane?

migraines and how they help ☆ pairing: 141 + los vaqueros + konig × gn! reader

authors note: i barely have migraines but when i do it hurts so much. Im gonna be honest and say im not too proud of these and i had no idea what to write sometimes- But hope you feel better soon anon and i hope you enjoy! :)

tags: migraine, hurt comfort?, domestic, probably ooc, medicine mentions, soft cod men

"CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE"

- dad mode activated !

- has a whole cabinet specifically full of medicine, some thermometers, etc.

- gives you some aspirin and water

- the type to make you go to bed and nap and will refuse to let you get out of bed or do anything yourself

- just tell him what you need and he'll get it!! no need to get up

- will lay down with you and caress your face, occassionaly giving you soft kisses on the forehead

- will always take care of you when you dont feel good and make sure you feel better before he stops

"Let me take care of you,"

"SIMON GHOST RILEY"

- kinda confused on how hes supposed to help you but hes trying okay

- will go to the store and get you something that will help you with the pain

- hes never really taken care of someone before so hes a little awkward

- he wants you to lay down and get some rest but he also doesnt want to baby you

- so he just kinda stands there while you do your thing, watching and waiting in case you need his help with anything

- if you ask him to lay down with you, he will and he'll make sure to hold you close

- "It's okay, love,"

"JOHN SOAP MACTAVISH"

- i feel like he gets sick maybe once a year so he has no clue how to even help with a migraine

- will stand in the medicine aisle at the store, staring at every single thing thats on the shelf and having no clue what to grab

- doesnt want to call you and bother you because youre in pain, so he ends up asking someone else in the aisle what the hell youre supposed to get for a migraine

- gets home about 5 minutes later than he should because he took so long just standing in the store with a confused look on his face

- will make you soup or something warm because that usually helped him when he was sick or in pain

- he almost started a fire because he forgot he was even making you food since he was more distracted by worrying over you and making sure you were comfortable !! how fun

- "Uh, the soup is burnt.."

"KYLE GAZ GARRICK"

- he definitely gets sick often, and hes almost an expert on how to help you

- makes sure you drink water regularly and occasionally take an aspirin

- most of the migraines hes ever gotten was because he was stressed

- so he practically gives you a therapy session and asks you what gave you the headache and if you were stressed

- lets you just talk it out if you were stressed

- keeps a close eye on you and makes sure you drink enough water and that you eat

- "Tell me whats been bothering you,"

"ALEJANDRO VARGAS"

- immediately notices that youre in pain when he sees you wince or squint your eyes

- is ready with pain medication and some water

- he offers to give you a back massage and hes very skilled with his hands so it feels amazing

- he makes sure to close all the blinds or curtains so its darker inside so the pain is less for you

- whispers in your ear about how much he loves you just so you feel relaxed and comfortable

- gives you kisses on the top of your head and soothingly rubs your back in circles

- "Te amo mucho,"

"RODOLFO RUDY PARRA"

- out of all the characters on this list, I have a feeling he would definitely be the best caretaker for you

- makes sure you get sleep and drink water, will literally hold you down if he has to

- he holds you against his chest while you sleep, staying by your side the whole time

- will cook meals for you and basically do everything for you

- suggests turning on some soothing noises or guided meditation sounds on the TV that will help you relax

- he also will brush your hair/do your hair for you if you find it relaxing

- "Solo relájate, cariño."

"KONIG"

- ohh hes so sorry that youre in pain and he tries his best to comfort you in any way he can

- hes not sure what to do himself but if you ask anything of him he will get right on it

- frequently asks if youre comfortable or if you need him to do anything

- it almost gets annoying, but he just wants to make sure youre taken care of and that you feel better soon

- he has no clue how to cook most things so he does the next best thing and goes to the store and buys all your favorite snacks for you

- "Do you need anything else, meine liebe?"

[satoruly]

𝘽𝙊𝙔𝙎 𝙊𝙉 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙈 .ᐟ.ᐟ

lipstick cherry all over the lense? this time is for the boys to be on film!

includes. toji fushiguro, satoru gojo.

tags/warnings. MDNI, smut, no curse!au, filming (consensual), oral (both receiving n giving), minor cum play

a/n. it all started with gojo satoru. i rest my case and i have an obsession with old film cameras lol. my biggest apologies to suguru n nanami bc im impatient bye. mdni banner by @/cafekitsune

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𝗦𝗼𝗻𝘆 𝗛𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘆𝗰𝗮𝗺 𝗛𝗗𝗥-𝗖𝗫𝟮𝟮𝟬𝗘 ₊˚⊹ 𝘁. 𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗼

Presses the rec button and slowly starts zooming in on your figure, making sure to focus on how delicately you apply lipstick in front of your makeup stand.

The feeling of being watched prickles your skin. Even if you had previously agreed to include a third party, the voyeuristic eyes of the camera still make you shiver in anticipation.

You hear him chuckle as your eyes meet through the mirror and you make sure to take just a little longer than you should. The anticipation brims from his body as well and you love nothing more than to make him wait.

When he caresses your cheek with your knuckles, you can feel his own [desperation]. It makes his touch a little rougher, a little sloppier, as you kneel in front of him and his thumbs start rubbing over your lips but you like it that way.

Pulling down his zipper goes painfully slow but the kiss you leave on his tip as you pull him out of his confinement makes it worth it. The glittery burgundy lipstick leaves the shadow of a stain on his skin, quickly wiped away with the precum you spread with your thumb before you take him whole.

The recording is messy. He doesn't like cuts. He keeps the camera on until everythings over for a more genuine experience. He likes to hear the whines and whimpers that stay stuck in your throat, muffled by his throbbing cock and by his grunts of pleasure.

You know he’s close when they start getting breathier. The hint of a whine swallows his voice for a millisecond just as a groan rolls from his lips. He sounds delicious. Toji was never really fond of displaying his neediness but you swore it was a treasure for your senses to capture.

“I’m gonna cum.” He uses one hand to press on the flesh of your cheeks as his eyes close in pleasure. He keeps you in place for a second before gently thrusting inside your mouth.

You swallow around him and he groans. His movements become sloppier by the second until he stays still once again and spills in your mouth. You can feel your own eyes roll to the back of your head as you taste his cum.

“Open up.” He chuckles after pulling out, pressing your cheeks again while you stick out your tongue for the camera. The pearly white contrasts beautifully against the pink of your tongue, and the smile on your lips only gets bigger as he sticks one of his fingers in your mouth. You suck and swallow and almost giggle at the hum of satisfaction that echoes in the room.

The finishing scene has you getting closer to the camera, licking your lips clean and kissing the lens, leaving the stain of your lips permanently on record as he whispers before kissing you,

“Good girl.”

𝗛𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶 𝗩𝗠-𝗘𝟭𝟭𝟬𝗘 𝟴𝗠𝗠 𝗣𝗔𝗟 ₊˚⊹ 𝘀. 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼

The rec button is pressed and it's you on your knees staring up at him. Both of your heavy breathing and equally out of breath giggles clog the mic along with the slick sounds of your hand pumping his cock up and down, using a mix of precum and spit as lube.

The audio is a little bit scratchy. Satoru’s whimpers crack under both the pleasure and the age of the camera used for his new hobby — the intricate art of creating home films. But it adds some sort of depth.

A depth to your voice as you call him a ‘good boy’, wiping off the spit that pools in the corners of your mouth before kissing his tip as he moans. A that wouldn’t be otherwise captured with modern equipment.

The rec button is pressed again and it’s no longer you in frame but him. He likes it when you help him out. The way you bite your lip as he sets the camera in your grip sends shivers down his spine. It makes a show out of slowly kissing down your stomach, taking his sweet sweet time tasting each and every single inch of your skin harder.

He was never known for his patience after all.

Soon, he’s diving into your pussy like a starved man. He pins one of your thighs to the bed and lets his tongue run rampant, the wet muscle circling your entrance before tracing up to your clit and drawing figure eights.

The wet noises were almost overpowered by the groan he lets out when you dig your fingers into his hair with your free hand. And just as the ‘low-quality’ audio, courtesy of the camera mic, makes the scene all more ‘homey’, the low definition makes it all more intimate.

Aided by the poor lighting, the grain on the recording almost camouflages his movements. The colorful spots act as a curtain that heightens your other senses. Now it’s up to them and the taste of your memories to figure out what he is going to do to you.

Not like it's hard, of course. With the noises coming from said video you can make out the way his hands dig against your skin in a desperate attempt to ground himself as you push his head closer to your cunt.

The needy pants rolling from your lips mean you are getting closer to the edge. The sudden whine that follows could only mean one thing. Always a tease, he stops.

© all works belong to satoruly

[windwakingwhale]

it’s the last day of july and i’m sad

so today is the last day of july, which means it’s the last day of fan joy july. (of course, im still going to be giving appreciation to everything i enjoy, but still.) i wanted to do more for this month, but time just escaped me. with that said… here’s a list of my top favorite lu fics that i will talk about for hours!! (most of these are sky centric, but i love him soooo…) (also almost all of them have heavy themes and topics so read through the content warnings please!)

This is an Adjuration by NotFreyja - this is a freaking beautiful fic, dare i say masterpiece. it’s a forging the chain type fic, with a compelling story and just read it already.

To Isolate by Polteageist (Poltea) and sky_squiddo - mmmmmmmmm!!!! it’s a mystery, a little on the dark side and has some heavy themes but it’s worth it in the end! also a masterpiece, ngl. read through the warnings though, just in case.

Father of Time by MrsMusica - what if time has a dad? what if said dad was a god? what if i love this fic with all my heart? what if this is a masterpiece too? hmmmmmm? (this is actually one of the first fics i’ve read. like ever. and i do not regret it.)

this year it taught me (lost and ambitious) by qar - hehehe my love. masterpiece. (perfect for sky lovers!)

Breath of the Sky by Skye_the_Lofty_Nutcase - sky and sun meet wild and flora, but it’s pre calamity. drama and hyjinks ensue. overall, it’s a masterpiece.

the faces left behind by skyknights - get ready for a bad time! there’s some heavy topics here so read through the content warnings and stuff. it legit almost made me cry, but it’s okay because it’s a masterpiece. and there’s also a really cool fight scene so it’s worth it.

Unravelling by major_de_speed - sky angst, sky angst, sky angst …sky angst. also some heavy topics, so read through the disclaimers. this is actually the third part of multiple fics so i’d recommend reading the others first. masterpiece.

herd by rebornofstars - funny. so funny. twilight has multiple crises, sky doesn’t help, wind is a wild child, and warriors just wants to sleep. a masterpiece.

Fountain of Youth by myshovelbroke - sky twi and wars have some fun in this masterpiece of a fic. love em.

Violet by FlamingIdiot - oh dear lord the crack goes crazy. it’s so funny, just read this masterpiece and the other five that go with it.

(y’all i don’t know if the links to the fics even work, so uhhhh beware ig.)

anyways, take a chance on some of these fics y’all. if you’re like me, you won’t regret it. anyways i’m gonna go sleep now.

also if y’all know the author’s tumblr usernames i would love it if y’all could share them so i could tag them!

[daizedndconfused]

band on the run

a/n: i wasn’t gonna make this a series originally but i think i have to at this point cause im at 7k words and im not even close to being done. and i thought who actually is gonna read this if its like one part with 20k words hahaha. but anyway i love this idea and the dynamics i created i just hope it doesn’t flop but oh well you can’t win every time. not my usual content ik but hey free will is amazing. anyway the title is based off a song that inspired this fic i recommend listening to it it’s amazing. i guess that’s all i got if you wanna be tagged in the next part lmk i can do my best

characters: john marston x teen!reader x arthur morgan (PLEASEE FOR MY SANITY THIS IS NOT ROMANTIC ITS STRICTLY PLATONIC… just you’ll find out okay it’s cute!!)

type: fluff!! also spoiler free!!

warnings: mild swearing and mild blood but that’s it

synopsis: you’re from the city and go out of town with your brother for a business trip, little do you know something’s waiting for you and somehow you find yourself separated from him and now in the care of two men who have agreed to help you get to saint denis to find your brother

word count: 5.4k

part 1 |

You’re not really sure how you got here. Well, maybe that’s a lie. Technically you got here via train. A lot of them.

A few days ago you were living your best life in New York with your brother, but now the city was nowhere in sight. Unfortunately, your parents died a few years ago when you were eleven, leaving you with your older brother who was twenty one at the time.

It’s not as if he minded, or thought you a burden. In fact the two of you were very close–even before your parents passed. And it’s not as if they left you with nothing. No, if anything it was the complete opposite–they left you with more than you could ever imagine.

Though, no matter how much you pestered your brother, he’d never give you an exact amount. All you knew was that the two of you were going to be just fine financially.

However, two soon became three when your brother married the girl he’d been in love with for years when you were thirteen. You too, of course, love her. She was the complete opposite of your brother, and you think that’s why they fit so well together.

While he was cold and cruel with a rough exterior, she was nothing but golden hair and smiles as far as the eye could see. In a way they balanced each other–light and dark, push and pull, sun and moon.

You were young at the time, not naive, you knew how your parents built their wealth. Your family had been wealthy for generations–mostly due to your family’s involvement as New York's oldest and most feared crime syndicate.

Obviously, you grew up immensely protected and well cared for. Your parents may not have been the best people out there, but they did what they had to to make sure you had everything you needed. In their favor, they had a very healthy work-life balance.

That also meant you learned how to shoot a gun by the time you could stand the recoil, and play cards even younger.

Your father used to say that a young woman such as yourself should always know how to hold her own, and not depend on anyone for safety. He prepared you for all the worst possible case scenarios: how to escape rope bindings with nothing but your own hands, shooting a moving target head on every time, and basic hand to hand combat should you find yourself without a weapon.

However, he never prepared you for the situation you currently found yourself in.

Your brother had gotten an urgent business letter, requesting his presence out of state–a place called Saint Denis. You’d never been outside of New York, and you all but begged your brother to let you accompany him.

Eventually, after a lot of pestering, and some encouragement from his wife, he reluctantly agreed. However, your sister-in-law would not be coming on the journey either. She claimed she had no desire to sit in on his boring meetings and listen to him yell at people while they quivered in fear.

That and she was pregnant.

Ever since they found out your brother’s naturally protective demeanor increased tenfold. She was put under constant surveillance, and he almost canceled this trip due to her condition.

Ever the voice of reason, she assured him she would be fine, and that some sibling bonding would be much needed between you. After careful consideration and a lot of compromise, he agreed.

But after what happened on the journey, you’re not sure he’ll let you outside of New York any time soon.

It’s not like it was your fault–it was bad timing.

After two long and boring train rides, your brother informed you that you would only need to switch trains once more before you reached your destination. Your face practically lit up at his words, the energy slowly returning to your body.

Your brother laughed at your childish antics, the two of you making the most out of your so far boring trip.

Once your train rolled to a stop at some random station, you were the first one off the train, desperate to stretch your legs a little.

“Don’t go far, please!” Your brother called out as you skipped onto the surprisingly busy platform.

You turned to assure him you were fine, when you bumped into a stranger's chest.

“Apologies,” you jumped back quickly, dusting off your simple shirt. “Wasn’t paying attention.”

Looking up, you saw that the chest belonged to a gnarly, strong, black haired man with a scraggly beard. His beady eyes peered down at you, and you felt yourself shrink slightly under his gaze.

A lot of people back in New York didn’t love when children made mistakes, and though you didn’t think of yourself as quite so young, others would beg to differ.

He seemed to fall in that category.

“Well you ain’t from ‘round here now are you?” The man sniffed, a thick Irish accent present within his words.

“Uh,” you laughed awkwardly, backing away slowly. You looked around fervently for your brother, but it seems you wandered farther than you initially thought. He was nowhere in sight.

The man cocked his head, looking you up and down as if he recognized you.

“You look familiar,” he drawled.

“Oh, that–that can’t be.” You swallowed thickly. “I’m from New York City.”

Realization snapped in the man's eyes.

“Aye, I knew I recognized you.” The man barked out a laugh. “Got wind of your brother’s little visit to our end of Hell.”

Your heartbeat sped up within your chest as it started to click for you as well.

The accent, dark hair, and the brand on his pistol. He was an O’Driscoll. A gang you were familiar with, but not by much. They weren’t based out of New York, but boy did they stir up trouble when they visited.

Whenever there was a report of an O’Driscoll in town, your brother spent a majority of his time putting out fires and bullets in their heads. They had even started targeting some of your businesses in retaliation.

Your brother assured you it was nothing for you to worry about, and that he could deal with a couple of cowboys too far from home, but you were in their territory now.

“Care to point me in the direction of him?” The man lunged forward, seizing your wrist in a bone crushing grip.

You flinched, the fear imminent in your eyes. It was your unarmed teenage body against a grown man with arms at his disposal.

But as always, you acted quickly. You may be smaller, and younger than him, but that just meant you were all the more quicker.

You quickly twisted your wrist in a circle, successfully shaking the man’s grip as you dodged his other attempt to make a grab for you. Ducking under his arms, you wove through the sea of people who didn’t so much as stop twice at the sight of a grown man chasing a young girl.

Why would they?

“Joey!” you called, but you didn’t have time to look around for your brother with the O’Driscoll hot on your tail.

There was no response from him, and you were running out of places to run. Luckily, the platform was in the middle of a forest. You decided that losing him in the trees would be your best bet.

Leaping off the platform, grateful you decided to wear a pair of trousers, a button up and a vest to fit the local attire–you sprinted for the trees. The heavy footsteps and constant yelling behind you told you the man was still chasing you.

“Get back here you little shit!” He yelled after you.

Like that’s going to happen, you internally rolled your eyes.

Pumping your legs as fast as they could go, you wove in between the maze of trees, the nightfall surrounding you making it all the more easy to hide.

Checking briefly over your shoulder, you saw you had put a good amount of distance between the two of you. Even though he had a gun, the O’Driscoll clearly needed you alive for some reason, meaning he wouldn’t dare shoot you.

Making a split second decision, you picked up a rock, as well as a handful of dust, and threw it over your shoulder, straight at the O’Driscoll’s face.

You heard a cry of outrage come from behind you. Quickly, you located the sturdiest tree and scaled it as swiftly as you could.

You made it decently to the top, ignoring the splinters in your palms and blood across your cheek where a few tree branches had cut you.

Huddling against the trunk of the tree on a branch that barely supported you, you attempted to catch your breath as slowly and quietly as you could.

Below you, the O’Driscoll was swearing profusely, furiously rubbing at his eyes. You covered your mouth with your hand, desperate to quiet your breaths as he stood.

The O’Driscoll looked behind every tree within a few feet around you, but luckily he didn’t think to look up.

Not very bright these O’Driscoll’s.

With one last dramatic curse, and a swift kick to a nearby tree, he stomped off back towards the train station that was no longer in sight, even from your position in the tree.

You drew in a shaky breath, leaning your head against the rough bark of the tree. Your limbs were wobbly, and your mind was scrambled, but you didn’t move from your position. To do so would be a stupid move.

You weren’t sure how many of them were at that train station, or how they knew you guys would be there, but they did. You just hoped they didn’t get your brother.

No, they wouldn’t. Joey was much too smart for them.

It took a while for you to calm yourself down, but once you did, your mind and body both felt tired. You didn’t entirely trust yourself to sleep in a tree and not fall to your death, but you were so exhausted you didn’t care at that point.

Your eyelids felt heavier and heavier until darkness covered your vision. However, your rest was very short lived. Whether it was the sun, or the anxiety in your chest, it felt as though you had just closed your eyes when they flew open again.

Dawn painted the sky, and your muscles were achy from spending all night up in a tree. Stretching as best you could in the awkward position, you started your careful descent down the tree.

Once you were back safely on the ground, you quickly took off in the opposite direction of the train station. Going back was out of the question–there were most likely more O’Driscoll’s lurking around and you’d prefer if they didn’t catch you.

So here you were. Miles away from New York, in the middle of buttfuck hillbilly nowhere, completely alone. Not ideal.

Wrapping your arms around your stomach as it started to growl, you promptly ignored the hunger beginning to stab at your gut. If you could just find a source of water, the odds are you’d be able to follow it to a town of some kind where you could get help.

However, after hours and hours of wandering, your feet aching in your boots, all you had come across so far was a few rattlesnakes, and a lot of deer. The deer didn’t stick around long after catching sight of you.

As the sun started to dip, so did the temperature. You didn’t expect it to get as chilly as it did. You mostly likely didn’t notice it last night because of the adrenaline pumping through your veins, but there was none of that now.

It was just you to keep yourself company and warmth. As the sun set lower and lower over the mountains, you couldn’t help but feel extremely out of your comfort zone.

You had been taught a lot of survival skills, but none of them involved making a fire, or a camp in general. You lived in New York for God’s sake, why would you have had to know how to start a fire?

You dragged your feet behind you until you physically couldn’t stand it anymore. Too tired to climb another tree, you instead made yourself comfortable curled up against the trunk of a tree.

Shivering, you attempted to make yourself as small as possible to conserve body heat, but it might as well have been useless. The cold seeped through your clothes and to your bones. Nothing but a fire would thaw you now.

Tears of frustration sprung at your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. You already looked like a mess, you didn’t have to make it worse by crying.

Another sleepless night had you waking at the crack of dawn. You didn’t want to get up. In fact, you’d rather do anything but. Walking was tiring, and you didn’t even know where you were going or hoping to find.

Your internal battle was short lived when a snap of a twig near you had you on high alert. Peering through the trees, you met the eyes of a beautiful doe munching on the leaves of a low hanging branch a few feet from you.

“You’re no O’Driscoll,” you attempted to joke, though your voice was hoarse and scratchy from the lack of water.

The doe did nothing but stare blankly back at you before eventually trotting away. Taking that as a sign, you slowly dragged yourself away from the tree trunk and continued your tedious trek.

This day was just as slow as the previous two. Walking, snakes, more walking, deer, but luckily no sign of wolves. You weren’t sure what you would do if you encountered the beasts. Probably take to the nearest tree again.

By the time midday rolled around you were just about ready to start throwing rocks at your surroundings and screaming at the top of your lungs.

That was until you heard voices up ahead. Diving behind the nearest bush, you listened closely. It sounded like two men…but they were arguing.

“I never shoulda listened to your sorry ass!” one of them accused.

“Oh right, so now this is all my fault?” the other shot back.

“Well it sure as hell ain’t mine,” the man with a gruff voice laughed humorlessly. “You asked me for help, remember?”

“I musta forgot,” the other man scoffed, “Arthur Morgan doesn’t make mistakes. Arthur Morgan is perfect in every which way. Arthur Morgan–”

“You shut your mouth, Marston before I go and do it for you!” The gruff man yelled.

Cocking your head curiously, you peered through the leaves of the shrub. Beyond you, in a clearing of grass surrounded by more and more trees, were two men sporting roughly the same attire.

The one on the left had long black hair that extended to his shoulders, and a stubble beard to match. Even from far away, you could see there was something off about the way his facial hair grew in. There were a few spots where the hair didn’t grow at all.

Odd.

By the way he was standing, and they way they hadn’t stopped bickering, you assumed this man was the one being blamed for something you knew not.

The other man had lighter chestnut brown hair that wasn’t quite as long as his companions. His facial hair was just a touch longer than the other man’s, but his was even in every way. And with the way he was glaring at the other guy you’d think he was trying to set him on fire.

Unbeknownst to you, you had subconsciously been leaning forward to get a better look at their faces that you didn’t notice you had snapped a branch on accident.

Two pistols wiped in your direction immediately.

“Don’t shoot!” You yelped, jumping up quickly from the bush, both hands raised in surrender, praying they wouldn’t shoot you on the spot.

You were mildly impressed that they were able to hear the branch snap over their obnoxious arguing, but they must live life in a state of constant vigilance if they picked it up.

The men’s expressions turned to that of surprise, but they didn’t lower their weapons. They most likely weren’t expecting a sixteen year old kid to be the one spying on them.

To be fair, you had only just gotten there and they were technically in your way.

“Uh, hi there,” you waved pathetically.

The man on the left let out a tired sigh and holstered his pistol. The other man didn’t. He continued to look at you from under the brim of his hat, his dark eyes barely visible.

After a moment the black haired man said, “Ease up, Morgan. It’s only a kid.”

“You remember what we were like when we were kids?” The man–Morgan?–scoffed but reluctantly discarded his weapon anyway.

“That don’t mean everyone is,” the other man reasoned, though neither one of them took their eyes off you.

You were honestly a little flattered they thought of you as that much of a threat.

Morgan hummed, crossing his arms over his chest.

You figured now was as good a time as any to start talking. Plus, you didn’t catch sight of an O’Driscoll tag on their pistols, so at least you were safe for the time being.

“Sorry,” you lowered your hands slowly. “I was just passing through. Thought you might have been the people who were after me. Didn’t mean to be eavesdropping.”

The black haired man scratched at his jaw, and seeing up closer you noticed the places where his hair didn’t grow was due to what looked like scars that were still healing on his face. They were only slightly pink still, but they wouldn’t fade all the way that much was certain. You assumed based on their position that they looked like animal wounds.

“After you?” he repeated. “Who’d be after a kid your age?”

“Your guess is as good as mine, Mister.” You shook your head with a tired sigh. “But if they wanted to make me run they succeeded. Barely slept a wink for almost three days, no food or water neither.”

“I can tell,” Morgan observed.

You gave them a tired smile. “Well, if it’s all the same to you, I’ll be on my way.” You failed to mention the part where you had no clue where you were going.

You attempted to take a step further in order to pass them but Scarface stopped you.

“Where abouts are you headed then?” he asked.

“Marston,” Morgan warned lowly.

Scarface ignored him, patiently awaiting your answer.

“I’m, uh, not sure,” you admitted sheepishly, scratching your temple. “Saint Denis? I think.”

He nodded in response, looking back at his friend. Morgan shook his head, a firm no in whatever psychic conversation they were having.

“How old are you?” Scarface asked, turning back to you.

“Sixteen,” you blinked.

Scarface looked back at his friend triumphantly, eyebrows raised.

He clapped a hand on your shoulder. “Don’t worry kid, we’ll take ya where you need to go safe and sound.”

“Jesus Christ,” Morgan muttered, shaking his head and looking up to the sky.

“Oh, it’s no trouble sir,” you reassured him. “I’m sure if you point me in the right direction I’ll be able to figure it out.”

“Not out here you won’t.” Morgan piped up this time. “You ain’t from ‘round here kid, that much is obvious. You won’t make it another day. I’m surprised you managed two on your own.”

You wanted to argue with him but he was right. You were teetering on the edge already as it was.

“Perhaps you’re right,” you laughed awkwardly.

“Sit down, kid,” Scarface led you over to rest your back against a boulder. “Have some water.”

You opened your mouth to tell him you didn’t actually have any water, but a canteen being thrown into your lap had your words dying in your throat.

But it wasn’t Scarface that threw it.

“Thank you….” you trailed off.

“Arthur,” he muttered. “Morgan.”

You nodded, uncapping the top and taking a deep swig, thankful for the liquid returning moisture to your dry throat.

“And you are?” you asked, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, looking at Scarface.

“John Marston,” he smiled kindly.

“It’s nice to meet you both,” you said honestly.

“And what are we supposed to call you?” Arthur asked. “You got a name or something? Or ya lose it on the way over here?”

John shot him an exasperated look.

“No, no, I gotta name,” you said. “It’s (Y/N). Santangelo.”

John rose from his kneeled position beside you immediately like you suddenly grew another head. He and Arthur exchanged looks–Arthur’s more of a what-have-you-done kind of way.

“Of all the strays to pick up of course you chose this one,” Arthur waved a hand in your direction.

John winced, looking back at you with what you can only pinpoint as hope.

“You ain’t happen to be from New York, do ya?” John asked.

“Yeah,” you confirm, a bit confused. “Brooklyn.”

At the men’s extended silence you decide to help them out a little bit.

“It’s in the city.”

“Well aware,” Arthur responded.

“Yeah? You ever been?” you asked, eyes alight with hope.

“Nah,” Arthur shook his head. “Heard plenty about your kinda folk though.”

“What about ‘em?” you asked, discarding the now half empty canteen of water off your lap.

“We ain’t stupid, kid,” Arthur chuckled lightly, though it didn’t seem like he found anything amusing. “Everyone and their mama’s have heard ‘bout your kinda people.”

“Oh.” You shrank back against the rock.

A brief flash of fear crosses your face. Did you trust the wrong people? Were they bounty hunters? Maybe they were working for the O’Driscoll’s–helping them find you.

“Knock it off,” John smacked Arthur’s leather clad shoulder lightly. Then to you he said, “Don’t worry kid we ain’t the law. And we certainly ain’t turning you in nowhere.”

“Thanks,” you dragged your knees up to your chest, resting your chin on top of them.

There’s an elongated silence where you could hear John and Arthur speaking quietly to one another. You tried to pretend it wasn't about you, but you’ve caught a few bits and pieces and it most definitely is.

You really hope they’ll let you stay with them–you don’t have anywhere else to go. Plus, they seemed like okay men. Better than most in the city you’ve encountered anyway.

“Alright, here’s what we’re gonna do,” Arthur said as he and John finished their debate. “There’s a river just up ahead. We’ll go there, make a camp nearby, crash for the night, then get a move on.”

You nod fervently, opening your mouth to assure him you’ll be no trouble, but he held up a hand and continued speaking. “We’ll get you to Saint Denis. Odds are someone’ll be able to help you out there. Deal?”

“Deal.” You shot to your feet, a wide smile playing at your lips. You felt as though you were a street dog who had just found a temporary home. Again, better than being on the actual streets.

“You’re ridin’ with Marston,” Arthur stated.

You shot said man a grateful nod. He returned it just as enthusiastically.

The two men let out a series of sharp whistles, and soon the clop of horse hooves became louder and louder until two beautiful horses stood in front of you.

You let out a noise of awe. You’d never actually ridden a horse before. Back where you're from, they just pull things behind them, you don’t see a lot of people riding them through the streets.

John chuckled a bit at your awestruck expression as he mounted an auburn horse with a light mane and tail to match.

Arthur did the same with his own all black horse.

You approached the side of John’s horse, plotting how you’d go about getting on. It was tall–much taller than you realized.

You could feel the two men giving you weird looks. Well, more like Arthur giving you a weird look, and John trying not to laugh.

“You ain’t ever ridden a horse before?” John asked.

“No,” you admitted, face turning a bit red. “We don’t–I mean the horses are normally used for pulling back home.”

From over John’s shoulder Arthur not so discreetly rolled his eyes.

John however, extended his hand down towards you. “Grab on, I’ll hoist you up. Just put your foot here for balance and swing your other leg over.” John pointed to the place that would offer your foot the best support.

Nodding, you grasped his hand. John pulled you up as if you weighed nothing, it startled you at first. Recovering quickly, you placed your foot on the stirrup before swinging your other leg over the horse’s back until you were sitting comfortably behind John.

“See? Not so hard.” John said, patting his horse’s neck.

“Indeed,” you agreed.

“Feel free to grab on if you need some extra balance,” John said over his shoulder before turning back to Arthur. “Ready when you are.”

“About damn time,” Arthur grumbled before kicking his horse forward.

John rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Very dramatic, that man,” he joked before he too urged his own horse forward.

You were going to laugh, but the sudden jerk in movement had you lurching forward and grabbing onto John to prevent yourself from falling off.

“Alright back there?” John asked, taking notice of your death grip on his dark jacket.

“Think so,” you responded as the horse’s pace increased to an even trot.

“Alright,” John drawled. “Just let me know if you’re about to fall off.”

“Will do,” you assured him. “Might be sooner than you think.”

“Ah you’ll be fine,” John assured you. “Plus, I’m the one doin’ all the hard work.”

You peeked over his shoulder to get a grasp on what the ‘hard work’ entailed. From where you were sitting, it looked like all he was doing was holding the reins.

John chuckled when you voiced so, claiming the horse was doing most of the work.

“What are you doin’ all the way out here anyhow?” John asked, tailing closely behind Arthur.

So far, you liked John. He was easy to talk to. You two had been making small conversation for the past few minutes as you rode.

Arthur on the other hand didn’t seem as inclined to join. You weren’t quite sure if it was because of you or John. He didn’t seem to like either of you at the moment.

“Business” was all you revealed.

“Business?” John echoed skeptically. “What kinda business?”

“The kind I’m not supposed to talk about with strangers,” you responded. At this point, your death grip had been reduced to one hand clutching onto his jacket while the other laid on the horse’s back below you.

“Strangers? Come on now, you and I go all the way back to this afternoon.”

You shook your head with a mix between a scoff and a laugh. Your response was cut off when Arthur veered off the road, heading for a river you hadn’t noticed you’d been coming upon.

The horses soon slowed to a stop just off the bank–a secluded spot hidden by trees and fallen logs.

Arthur dismounted his horse, hitching it to a nearby tree. Releasing John’s coat and leaning back to make some room for him, he swung his leg over the side of his horse before offering you a hand.

You weren’t foolish enough to refuse his help.

As enjoyable as your first horse ride was, you couldn’t help but be relieved at both feet being back on the ground. Stretching out your shoulders, John and Arthur got to work quickly setting up camp using the materials on the backs of their horses.

You felt a bit bad watching them do all the heavy lifting while you stood there like a statue.

As John bent down to remove some things from his pack, you tiptoed towards him.

“Give me a job,” you stated.

John tossed a look over his shoulder. “A job?”

“Yeah, I feel a bit useless,” you admitted, moving the sand beneath your feet around with the toe of your boot.

John turned back to his pack with a small laugh. “You’re a kid, don’t worry about it.”

You rolled your eyes at his back, but no matter your pestering, he wouldn’t budge.

Eventually, you gave up on trying to wear him down, and instead tried your luck with the broody man who still hasn’t said as much as a word to you since your departure.

“Hey, Arthur?” You asked, peeking over the side of his horse as he rummaged through his saddlebag.

Arthur turned his head towards you with a blank look on his face. The only thing you got out of him was an eyebrow raise, but not a drastic one.

“Need any help?” You offered lamely.

“From you? No.” He grabbed a hunting knife and turned his back on you.

You didn’t let him go that easy. “Come on. It’ll go faster if I help. Just give me something to do. Something small!”

Arthur let out an annoyed sigh. “Alright, fine. How ‘bout you go get the fire started.” He nodded to where John had already gathered a small pile of wood.

“Okay, fire. I can do that.” You nodded, trying to convince yourself more than him. “Thanks, Arthur.”

He didn’t respond as you turned towards the pile of sticks, completely confused as to how you were supposed to go about this.

Sitting on your knees on the sand that wasn’t at all cushiony, you stared at the sticks. Maybe if you looked hard enough they’d ignite by themselves. Somehow, you doubted that.

Looking around for some type of rocks to bang together, you couldn’t find any that weren’t wet from the river.

You had spent so long looking for a rock that you didn’t realize John and Arthur had already set up a small camp for the three of you.

“Havin’ some trouble?” Arthur coughed as he and John stood behind your seated position in front of the wood.

Glaring at the wood you leaned back on your haunches, frustrated. “There aren’t any rocks anywhere!”

“Good thing that ain’t the only way to start a fire.” John stepped forward, striking a match and tossing it into the pile of dried grass below the wood.

Flames erupted from the dead grass and spread quickly to the wood, thus creating an effective fire.

You turned to glare at the two men sporting shit eating grins. The most emotion you’d gotten from Arthur yet.

“You had matches?” You demanded.

“We got everything,” John said as he heaved himself onto the ground near the fire.

Scowling, you leaned back on the log they had dragged over to your makeshift camp. Arthur sat opposite you and John, one ankle crossed over the other as he struck a match with the heel of his boot and lit a cigarette.

“You gave it a good shot,” John shrugged a shoulder against the log to your right.

“Don’t patronize me.”

Arthur laughed around a cloud of smoke.

Though you had spent today more on horseback than on foot you were still equally as exhausted. The hunger didn’t help with that.

John laughed as your stomach growled, turning to fetch something from his satchel.

“Here, eat this.” He handed you a roll of bread and a piece of meat wrapped in a cloth.

You didn’t object. Snatching the food from his outstretched hand you tore into the bread first, finding it only the slightest bit stale but still completely edible.

Neither of them spoke while you ate. Perhaps they were still mad at each other. It certainly seemed that way.

But it wasn’t your place to intervene. Instead, to keep yourself occupied you hummed a soft tune under your breath, foot tapping along to the rhythm in your head.

Maybe you were just happy, happy that though you were sleeping outside once more, you wouldn’t be freezing your tail off. Luckily, John had a spare tarp for you to lay on for the night.

Laying on your back, you looked up at the night sky. It was much different out here–more stars, less clouds, no smog to hide the beauty of nature you often forgot existed. You found yourself smiling as you drifted off to sleep, the crescent moon mirroring your expression from high above as your blinks grew more elongated by the second.

[mcu-coworkers]

Vampire

Summary: You tell Miguel his truths and in return he shows you his.

Word count: 1.9k+

Warnings: none really:]

A/n: Hello everyone welcome to long awaited part 4 as well as the final part to this little series! thank you guys so much for loving it I truly can't express how grateful I am for all of you I hope you love this ending and I hope to you all again in my next story! Also I will be attaching the tag list to this chapter since hopefully that makes it a little easier to find everyone. I hope everyone enjoys.xx

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It had been a week since you went back to HQ and you were starting to feel lighter.

In a way, telling Miguel your truth helped you get there.

Because now, you didn't have to keep thinking about the thought of what you’d say to him if you ever saw him again.

But you did see him again, and in your opinion, you said just the right things.

Suddenly you found yourself having more energy, listening to happier songs, and taking Milo on longer walks or fun adventures.

Things were finally starting to look up for you, so much so you actually thought about returning to the spider society to get back on fighting multiversal crime.

Right on queue Peter walks through the portal.

“You sure you wanna do this? You said you’d never come back.” he questioned remembering how he found you right after everything happened.

Thinking about it one more time, you smiled and turned on your suit.

“Yep, I'm just gonna lay low. Be a freelance spider with no commitment to a sector or anything you know?” you said reassuring yourself.

“Okay but  I   mean more like to get back in you’ll have to talk to Miguel. And he hasnt been in the best of moods lately.” he said watching as you walked.

Your smile only got wider as you made your way to the portal, for the first time you felt nothing.

No butterflies in your stomach and no heart beat skipping at the mention of his name.

Progress right?

Shrugging his shoulders Peter followed you in standing right beside you as you entered the busy hallways.

“Alright well  I  ‘ll leave you to it. I'm gonna take May Day to get her mid day nap.” he said walking away.

“See ya later Pete thanks for bringing me in.” you said waving him away.

As you made your way to Miguel's office you thought about what Pete said earlier, had he really been such a grump.

You’d think he’d be happier not having to deal with you.

But like always, nothing and no one could ever help that man no matter the case.

As you made your way up Miguel was practicing his speech with Lyla.

“... I   didn’t mean what  I   said that day and if  I   knew the damage it would do  I   wouldn't have said it in the first place? Sounds stupid doesn't it?” he said, turning to face her.

“Yep, just like the first two times you said it. Miguel when you go find her you have to speak from the heart not from a piece of paper it just sounds so Scripted.” she said, rolling her eyes.

“Scripted? It's not scripted. I just think writing my thoughts down will help me pull it together.” he said huffing in frustration.

“How about this, you pretend im Y/n and tell me what you’d say, no notes just your thoughts. Right now.” she said sitting in a little AI chair she made for herself.

Thinking about it he just gave up.

“Okay but record it so  I   can take notes after.” he said, beginning to pace around the panel.

Sighing he began to get frustrated with himself, “Ay cono esto no esta sirviendo.” he said rubbing his face.

“Come on Miguel, get to it.” Lyla said, rushing him.

“This is stupid! Shes probably off with who ever the fuck Milo is having the time of her life because  I  , like the big fucking idiot  I   am, pushed her straight into his arms!” he said, at this point he was over the smashing and breaking things so he just leaned against his desk.

“It doesn't matter what  I   say anymore Lyla, She’ll never forgive me, she’ll never listen to me.  I  ‘ll never get to tell her that  I   love her and even if  I   did she’d never believe it because she thinks  I   am a big giant asshole.' ' he said lowering his voice as he got close to the end.

“But you know what? That Milo is one lucky soul, he gets to look into her eyes, make her smile, just simply be in her presence. He has everything  I   wish  I   had. Y/n.” he said, still looking down.

“ I   was a vampire, sucking the life out of her and then just tossing her to the side like she meant nothing, when in reality she was fucking everything Lyla. Milo is one lucky guy.” he said, looking up at Lyla to see her smiling.

Confused by her reaction he was getting ready to ask.

“Milo is a dog, my dog.” you said, startling him.

“Dios mío (my god), Y/n? What are yo-what are you doing here.” he said, his heart practically racing out of his chest.

“Well  I   was here to ask for my place back in the society but  I   think I'm gonna go.. Yeah I'm gonna go.” you said as tears began to well up in your eyes.

There was no actual way you just heard all of that.

Looking between you and Lyla Miguel went after you.

“No no no wait just please.” he said, holding onto your arm.

Pulling back you felt anger, the audacity of this man.

“Who do you think you are? Huh?  I  was so in love with you Miguel! So stupidly in love with you because  I   thought you were this hero that helped everyone and you just needed someone to help you.” you said laughing to yourself.

“People told me to stay away from you, that you’d never accept the help or even my friendship. But  I   shook them off and thought they were crazy for not wanting to see through that rough surface you carried, but  I   did,  I   wanted to.  I   wanted to believe that  I   could break through and see the real you, but  I   realized there is no breaking through. That was it there was no surface, that's just who you are and it was all thanks to you. No one else helped me realize it, just you.” you said shoving a finger into his chest.

“And when  I   took that leap of faith and told you how  I   felt you kicked me to the curb, you bled me dry like a goddamn vampire. Because of you  I   almost gave it all up.  I   was so broken, so lost. All because  I   risked my place next to you and  I   lost it. But in reality   I   never had it. There was no place next you because you're Big bad Spiderman 2099 and you work better alone. Fine, work alone.” you said walking away, nope, not walking away you weren't done.

“ No you know what, it's not fair. You do not get to reject me and make me go through all of this to just turn around and say that you love me. You’re a vampire, Miguel O’hara. You just like to suck the life out of me and toss me to the side until you feel like using me again.” you said tears were beginning to fall.

“Y/n please,  I   never meant for you to feel like this,  I   just,  I   just want you to come back.  I   understand if what  I   said was too much but we need you here.  I   need you here.” he said, looking at you with soft eyes.

God he was making it difficult to walk away.

“If this is your way of getting some fucked up little thrill  I   wont do it,  I   wont.” you said looking at him with threatening eyes.

“ I   know it's hard to believe what  I‘m saying but could you atleast try? Dios mio mujer  I‘m trying to confess my love for you and you're making it impossible!” he said, running his hands through his hair.

He fell for such a headstrong woman.

Looking at you again he decided to just go for it, “Oh fuck it.” he said looking at your lips.

“Wha-” before you could finish his lips were on yours and he was pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

Putting your hand against his chest you considered pulling away but as he cupped your face and pulled you closer your hands found themselves making their way to the back of his neck and pulling him closer.

Pulling away, Miguel continued to give you pecs allowing you to catch your breath.

“Believe me now?” he whispered.

“Mmmm, still a little skeptical.” you said smiling as he leaned back in smiling into the kiss.

“Aww aren't you two just the cutest? Lyla please tell me you got that.” you heard startling you as you pulled away.

“Yup, got it all.” she said pointing to the recording hologram, “So good.” she said smiling.

You tried to detach yourself from Miguel but he continued to hold you tightly by the waste.

So instead you opted for hiding into his chest and smiling.

“What do you need, Parker.” Miguel said as he looked at the walking interruption.

“My friend who came to see the walking grump was taking a little long just wanted to make sure she made it out alive.” he said, covering May Day's bright eyes.

“As you can see she is alive and well, you can go now.” he said, putting his attention back on you.

“Alright, im gone you kids be safe, take it slow.” he said jokingly.

“Peter!” you yelped turning a bright shade red.

“So,  I'm a blood sucking vampire?If  I   knew any better  I‘d think you have a thing for vampires amor.” he said as he kissed down your neck gently grazing you with his fangs.

Moving your head to give him more space you moved your hands into his hair and pulled at the roots.

“Just one.” you said smiling as he brought his lips back to yours.

“Good. Because this ones gonna do more than suck the life out of you.” he said as he pulled you back in for a kiss.

Smiling into the kiss you pulled away trying to control your laughter.

Confused by your reaction Miguel just watched.

“You were je-jealous of my dog?” you said trying to catch your breath.

Shoulder slumping Miguel hoped you wouldn't bring that up.

“You're not letting that go are you.” he said looking at the wall.

“Oh no, never  I   do have to admit, he is one handsome boy.” you said bursting out in laughter.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” he said as he attempted to keep a straight face, hearing your laugh in his office again made it hard.

Finally, everything was how he wanted it.

You at his side, with a dog, but nonetheless at his side.

Now he just had to get Milo on his side too.

Did this mean he was a dog dad now? 

“Wait Lyla did you know she was coming here?” he asked suddenly realizing that you just so happened to walk in at a perfect time.

“Yup, saw her on the surveillance footage and you were taking too long for my liking, you are welcome boss man.” she said, saluting him before disappearing.

Deciding to let it go he focused back on you, “worth it.”

Meanwhile Lyla was showing the other spiders the video collecting her winnings from the bets she placed.

“These damn AI’s always know everything.” Jess whispered under her breath.

She’d take it up with Miguel later, but for now… who knew he could be such a softy?

You did, more than ever now.

[variousqueerthings]

as someone doing my (deliberately very slow) second watch of s2 of due south with the expectation that s3-4 will be something to save for the new year somewhen, there's something very interesting about knowing a very little bit about those seasons: ray goes undercover in las vegas i believe, and leaves the show as a main, but returns at times. how many times? i don't know, don't tell me -- meg gets a cute butchy haircut that makes her and fraser's gender vibes even more intense -- there's a new guy and he is also ray, but the other one, and i get the feeling that there's a bit of role-reversal in who is getting whomst to take better care of themself... maybe

i think the way i've ended up watching the show (in no small part because im semi-communally watching with @gjdraws and eventually @hunkydorkling (no rush)) as being nice and drawn out, means ive really gotten to bask in the vibes of s1-2. they're beautiful establishing seasons that also stand on their own -- if the show's myriad of cancellations had stuck, one or two seasons would have worked (altho it would have been sad, because you do get the feeling that there is more story to tell)

it also means im definitely in a very different show to the majority of fandom, hence why ive avoided the tags and read very little fic (altho, some fic!) and only follow a couple of people, because the show, to me, is about fraser and ray vecchio because it's the only show i know (so far) and ive been marinating in that show for a few months now, to the point that im interested about how it'll feel when ray kowalski comes along

i expect i'll enjoy watching his dynamic with fraser, i expect it'll be different, and i very much expect it to feel like something that only exists because of everything that happened with fraser and ray in s1-2, because everything that fraser has gained that i feel may be relevant to that new dynamic -- self-confidence in interpersonal relationships, the ability to open up to people, the ability to stand up to people, a more grounded self, a greater self-awareness about himself as a person in the world and not just an instrument, a little battered but having begun undergoing some longer healing processes in relation to his father and victoria (and those prior relationships dealing with feelings of abandonment and manipulation/violence) -- started with ray. sometimes it literally started with ray Very Pointedly Banging A Drum about some of those things

there's a lot that's not ray ofc: his sense of right and wrong, his sense of purpose, his politeness, his gentleness, his confidence in his abilities, his single-mindedness/stubborness, his general lack of propriety (especially while solving a case) because social behaviours don't seem to be that intuitive (or important) to him (although he has that old fashioned properness to him when he's not licking things he picked up off the ground) -- but some core shifts have happened that im curious about how they'll interact with the sort of person ive gotten a sense new-ray will be (more standoffish and closed-off, initially at least, is what i think)

it's very fun to imagine how ray's influence will indelibly be on fraser, even when he's not literally there. i get the feeling that, to me, he's always gonna be the third in the room to an extent, because that's what he probably will be to me as i watch -- he's the first person outside of fraser's immediate family that truly affected him for the better and he did it by just. deciding that fraser was his responsibility, from day two (on day one i think he was still gauging him a little + he needed to make up for accidentally insulting his dead father, but hey, second impressions is what matters the most!) and then he stuck to that remit

and my first presumption/prediction is that fraser will sort of... pay that forward in a way