#AND I WANNA BUY A BASEBALL BAT!

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

where's the crack au where stevies on real housewives as the wife of famous retired metal star eddie munson like. she'd fuck them up. going for that sweet down to earth insanely rich person persona but any time any of the other housewives tries to start shit with her she Shuts It Down

[drxmxss]

Hole in One | Taeyong x Fem! Reader

a/n: 🤭 my first little one shot yay!! i hope y’all like it hehe.

notes: taeyong is bored and rich, reader is a cart girl at a country club, fluffy and smutty, overuse of the word hole lol

warnings: smut..thats abt it !

word count: 2.6k

Enjoy!! Tysm 🩷

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“You really need to stop staring at her. It’s weird.”

Johnny’s voice breaks Taeyong out of his trance.

“I’m not staring.” He grumbles. “I’m trying to think of what I want.”

“Is he staring at the beverage cart girl again?” Mark asks, standing up straight again, holding his golf club like a baseball bat over his shoulder.

Taeyong doesn’t know why he goes with the two to play the absolute most boring game he’s ever heard of. Golf was terrible. They had to wake up at ass o’clock and dress like they were going to church to get drunk on hot beer. All the while trying to hit the tiniest balls into holes a mile away and stand in the sun for 6 hours. He had no idea why he agreed to go with Johnny and Mark to a country club in the first place. It just wasn’t his style.

Then along came the little golf cart with drinks and snacks driven by you, the beautiful beverage cart girl. Two months and a ridiculous amount of club fees and a set of clubs he didn’t even know how to use later, here he still was.

“If you wanna talk to her so bad stop making me go buy shit from her dude.” Mark says as they get into the cart to go to the next hole. Taeyong sighs, pulling at the itchy white collared shirt he bought specifically to come here.

“It’s not that simple she’s probably just gonna think I’m like these old dudes who play here to creep on her.” Taeyong says. Mark and Johnny share a look. “For starters” Johnny begins. “You don’t look like you have one foot in the grave. She’s probably happy to see us here since we are most likely the youngest members of this stuffy club.” Taeyong shrugs. “Okay what’s your next point?”.

“Second of all, whenever she sees Mark walking up to the cart she immediately scans the field for you and whenever you aren’t paying attention she’s staring just as hard as you do.” Johnny smirks as Taeyong feels his face get hot. You stare too?!?! God that’s hot. Or weird? Embarrassing? Taeyong doesn’t know.

As the boys park the cart near the next hole, Taeyong hears the sound of another cart pulling up behind them. Before he turns around he hears Mark shout “Hey Y/N!”

Taeyong feels his blood run cold.

“Hi Markie! Hi Johnny!” You shout back, waving excitedly from the front seat of your cart. Taeyong wants to die from how pretty your voice is. “I came up here to see if you guys needed to get anything? It’s hot today!”

Taeyong can’t help but stare, still sitting in the golf cart. You just look so cute in your uniform. Perfectly white cap with a tank top and tennis skirt to match. God he feels nauseous.

“Yeah Taeyong wanted something I think.” Johnny says, throwing an evil smile at Taeyong who is plotting on how he can blow up his head with the power of his mind. “Y-yeah right.” He says quickly as he gets out of the cart and walks over towards you.

“Oh so you’re Taeyong! I see you with the boys all the time but I’ve never got to talk to you.” You smile as he stands in front of your cart. “I’m Y/N.”

Taeyong feels sweatier. You can’t be real.

“What did you want hon?” You ask him sweetly, and he feels like he’s melting into a puddle. “I’ve got some chips and sandwiches and I have some chocolate in the ice chest in case you want something sweet? Theres plenty of beer and water too!”

Taeyong stares blankly, too nervous to even breathe and then says shortly “Beer. Please.”

Yep, he’s already fucked up. With any luck his mind magic worked and Johnny will burst into flames at any moment now.

You smile and nod as you turn around to grab the beer from an ice chest. Taeyong tries to be a gentleman but can’t resist sparing a glance at your ass in the pristine white skirt. Nice.

“That’s gonna be $6.” You smile, handing him the drink. Taeyong realizes he didn’t even tell you what brand he wanted at that moment and looks to see you already knew his favorite. He finally manages to smile as he hands you the cash, only to walk away awkwardly to sit in the cart again.

“Okay you boys be careful! I’m gonna circle back around later to make sure you guys have plenty of water!” You wave to Mark and Johnny and beam at Taeyong again. Taeyong’s chest hurts. You are just too sweet.

Taeyong waits to hear the turn of your cart engine, but it never arrives. He turns to see you groan.

“Damn it’s dead.” He hears you grumble.

“Everything okay?” Mark asks you, and you sigh. “No my stupid cart died. I knew it was on it’s last leg but..” You trailed off. “God now I have to lug all this crap back to the clubhouse.”

“We can help you take your stuff back!” Johnny suggests. Taeyong takes back every bad thought he had against him.

“Oh are you sure? It’s kinda far and I don’t wanna interrupt your game!” You reply. Johnny shakes his head “No it’s alright, it’s too hot today anyway we we’re thinking about leaving early anyway.”

In that moment Taeyong knew there was a God and his name was Johnny Suh.

—

Once everyone had all arrived at the clubhouse, Taeyong helped you bring the ice chests inside.

“Are you usually this quiet?” You ask suddenly “I don’t mean to ask in a rude way but after seeing how loud Johnny and Mark are it’s surprising to see how reserved you are.”

Taeyong feels his face get hot again. “Oh um….Not really. Just when I’m tired. It was pretty hot out there.” He chuckles, trying to seem light.

“Ah that makes sense.” You reply. You both leave the ice chests in the main office of the club house just as Taeyong’s phone begins to ring. You signal to him that you’ll be right back as he picks up the call.

“Hello?”

“Take Y/N home.” Johnny whispers. “This is your chance man. You take her home or to your place or whatever in your car me and Mark will just catch a cab.”

“Have you lost your damn mind?” Taeyong whisper yells “She’ll definitely think I’m a creep!”

“She’s always complaining about using a cab to go home, if she brings it up just offer! Worst thing she’s gonna say is no!”

Taeyong sighs as the call ends. Time to be a man he thinks. Johnny is right the worst thing you can say is no.

He turns around to ask you if you needed a ride and finds you standing there in a regular shirt and shorts. Somehow it makes all the more attractive to him.

“Oh um. Johnny had mentioned you complain about taking the cab alot so..” Taeyong begins. Come on be a man! A man!! He thinks. “I wanted to ask if you wanted to go get dinner or something and then I can take you home if you want?”

You stare at him briefly. You think to yourself it might be weird to accept and offer from a stranger, but you also know he’s super handsome and you’d be dumb not to.

“I’d love to!”

—

Things continued to go well for both you and Taeyong. You had suggested he pick something up to go after you discovered he lived in such a nice apartment and you wanted to see if he really got away with drawing on the wall. Hearing this made Taeyong almost drive off a bridge, but he obliged.

As Taeyong drove up to his apartment complex, the only thing running through his mind was you. Your laugh your smile your voice. You were so perfect in his eyes.

And now you were going to be in his apartment. He was going to have to think of some way to repay Johnny and Mark one day.

“Wow! This place is great.” You said as you both walked inside. Taeyong smiled at your enthusiasm, setting the food down on the kitchen counter.

“Where’s you bedroom?” You asked, turning to face him. “I wanna see your drawings.”

Taeyong nodded and led you down the hall of his apartment and unlocked his bedroom door to let you in. Immediately you were greeted with neon lights and drawings that littered the wallspace.

“Wow…I really thought you were joking!” You giggled. Sitting on his bed, you admired more of the drawings on the wall.

Taeyong was suddenly aware he was still wearing his stuffy golf clothes. He started to change before he caught you staring at him shirtless. Cracking a smile at you he said “Can I help you?”

You quickly blushed and looked back toward the wall, embarrassed. “Oh I’m sorry for staring..”

Taeyong felt a wave of confidence overtake him as he walked to kneel in front of you, trying to make direct eye contact. “Honestly…it’s okay. I stare too.”

You faced him now, confused. “What do you mean?” Taeyong smiled softly at your expression. “I mean the only reason I even go to that stupid country club is to stare at you in your pretty little uniform all day.”

You stare into his big dark eyes waiting for some sort of change, but it doesn’t come. He’s serious now. You feel your face get even hotter.

Fuck it Taeyong thinks, and leans forward to kiss you softly, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you forward. You gasp at first, and then melt into him. He deepens the kiss and you moan softly, bringing your hands up to his dark hair.

Before he gets carried away, Taeyong pulls back. “I-is this okay?” He whispers softly, kissing down your neck to make you shiver in his grasp.

“Yes yes.” You whisper back. “I know it’s quick but I know I’ve wanted you ever since you started coming to the club.”

Taeyong feels lightheaded, and laughs as he pushes you down on his bed. “That’s good to hear.” He says, laying on top of you to continue kissing you harder.

Taeyong pulls away again to lift up your shirt and bra, revealing your bare chest. You feel yourself grow shy, but before you even have a second to process your thoughts you feel his mouth on your nipple.

“Fuck” You moan. Taeyong pulls away again and kisses the nape of your neck. “Everyday.” He whispers. “Every single day I was at that stuffy old club all I could think about was your cute little face and how badly I wanted to just flip up your tennis skirt and play with your pussy.” His words make your face feel impossibly hotter and you feel your panties start to stick to your gushing core.

“Taeyong…” You moan again, this time moving your hand down his warm chest and stomach to feel his hard bulge. “Please fuck me.”

“I will baby don’t worry.” Taeyong replies. “I’m just so happy you feel the same way.” He finally stops his ministrations on your neck to sit up and move your hair out of your face to get a better look at you.

“So pretty..” He muses, making you blush even more. Finally, he pulls down your shorts and admires the wet spot on your panties.

“Aw honey I barely even touched you..You’re so cute.” Taeyong says slowly rubbing your clit through your panties making you moan louder. “Hurry up please.” You whine to him.

“I know honey.” He whispers, pulling your panties off making you shiver as the air makes contact with your wetness. Taeyong slowly pushes a finger into your hole, making you whine at how easily he slips in. “Fucking hell.” He curses, amazed at how turned on you are. (And how turned on it makes him.)

“Taeyongie please give me more.” You moan out. Taeyong pushes in another finger quickly scissoring you open after hearing his new nickname. “You are so impossibly cute baby.” He whispers again.

Finally after deeming you ready he pulls off his shorts and underwear in one go. Your eyes widen at the size of his hard cock.

“Baby do you wanna turn around for me? Just for a minute?” Taeyong asks you softly. “I wanna see your pretty ass bounce on my cock first.” His words make you hotter, and without even thinking you’re laying on your stomach with your head in one of his pillows.

Taeyong slowly caresses your back and the moves his hands to grip your ass softly. “So fucking pretty.” He mumbles, lining up his cock with your hole finally.

You both moan when he sinks into you perfectly. Not even sparing a second he starts thrusting slowly, making you moan louder and louder.

“Fuck your so fucking tight around me honey. It’s crazy.” Taeyong babbles, obsessed with the way your ass bounces against him. You can only muster up a half groan in response to him. “Aww has my pretty girl gotten herself cock drunk already?” Taeyong teases you, going faster and harder, making you scream out. “That’s it baby let it out.” He says.

After a few minutes, you feel yourself getting closer to your peak. Suddenly Taeyong pulls out of you, almost making you sob in response.

“I have to see your pretty face when you come baby flip over for me.” Taeyong says, rubbing the small of your back before you quickly move onto your back. He leans down again to kiss at your neck and face before grabbing your cheek kiss you roughly, making you whimper.

Taeyong leans back to line himself up again and slowly pushes in, watching your expression change and once he’s bottomed out he starts of hard and fast, moaning in unison with you. For a moment you think about the shy person he was just a few hours ago, and this change makes you all the more wetter.

You feel yourself reaching your peak quickly, barely making out the words. “Taeyongie…m’gonna come.”

Taeyong leans forward to rest his fore against yours to ask “Where do you want me to cum honey?” The question pushes you further to the edge as you say “Inside.”

This makes Taeyong nearly burst at the thought of it. Soon enough, you feel him getting sloppy as he whispers in your ear “Cum with me baby I know you can my pretty girl.”

Moaning loudly you feel yourself squirt around his thick cock right as he finally explodes inside you, riding out both your orgasms before quickly flopping in the bed next you. He rolls over again to lay his head on your chest as you fight to control your breathing.

“God damn.” You finally say. Taeyong just laughs as he lays on your chest, snaking his arms around your torso to pull you even closer to him.

“Hey I just realized” He says “Our food is probably super cold by now.” You both look at each other for a moment before bursting into another fit of laughter.

As he watches you get up slowly to put the takeout in the microwave and begin a movie marathon Taeyong thinks maybe golf isn’t so bad after all.

[ridestomars]

What about Steve trying to teach his 4 year old daughter how to swim and maybe he’s really comforting

this is so sweet :(

steve always dreamt of practicing sports with his future kids. he had spent an embarrassing amount of time daydreaming about future scenarios where he teaches his children how to dribble, or maybe how to hold a baseball bat without being brought down by its weight.

but throughout all of those years he spent thinking about being the cool athletic dad, he had never even phantom the idea of teaching his daughter how to swim because she wants to be a mermaid. there's nothing wrong with it, but he thinks she might be watching the little mermaid a bit too much lately.

being who he is, he also would never imagine saying 'no' to his little girl. especially when she had asked him so sweetly, with the brightest, most excited smile on her face. and that is why he's standing in the pool, with amelia in his arms, leaning her back on his chest. she doesn't seem to like it, because she keeps whining and kicking her little legs. well, the kicks were part of the exercise, but the strength she was using certainly was not. the water splashed everywhere, and even steve's face was starting to get wet.

"it's fine, cutie," steve holds amelia tight to his chest, standing by the middle of the swimming pool, trying to get her used to being inside the water.

"it's not fine, daddy! it's cold!" the little girl exclaims, her legs already kicking heavily against the water. her voice starting to crack right at the end, which was a clear sign of 'caution: temper tantrum incoming'.

"millie, sweetheart, we haven't even started yet," soft-spoken, his voice feels almost like a warm hug. it does calm her down a little, but it doesn't mean steve's completely off the hook yet.

amelia had a natural short temper that could only be controlled by her father. it was almost like an unspoken thing between the two of them; she would whine and complain when things didn't go how she wanted, and steve always soothed it all, as his patience would miraculously grow infinite.

she scrunches her nose, another indication of her grumpiness. "can i sit down by the edge, please?" amelia was always very polite when upset, and it never failed to amuse him.

nodding, he walks with her to the edge of the pool, sitting her small body there, with little effort. catching sight of her pouty face, the dad asks, "what's with the frown, pumpkin? don't wanna be a mermaid no more?"

"it's just... cold".

"uh huh," steve doesn't buy it for a second, especially when he notices the hesitancy on her brown eyes, growing to be so similar to his. "it has nothing to do with you starting to get scared, does it?"

she widens her eyes at him, like he had just figured out the only secret she was trying to hide. overdramatic, as always. with her chubby cheeks reddening, amy shakes her head, denying it, but the bashful smile on her lips tells steve otherwise.

"there's nothing to be afraid of, cutie. it's just water," he shrugs a little, trying to ease her fear, "you take baths all the time, you know how it's like".

"daddy, it's not the same!" she says through an adorable fit of giggles. steve playfully rolls his eyes, making her laugh even more.

"yeah, yeah, it is," smiling, he puts one of his hands on his hip, looking at her as she calms down. "what you're scared of? is it because it's deep?"

more comfortable now, amelia nods her head, but she feels like adding, "i don't want to get water up my nose".

steve's eyebrows shot up, surprised by the discovery. "we can fix that, mills. d'you trust me?"

the little girl eagerly nods her head, getting excited all over again, just like she was this morning. steve gives her a short chuckle.

"alright. so, you have to hold your breath. like this," he shows her by taking a big inhale, stuffing his stomach, and puffing his cheeks, holding the air in. he watches as his daughter does the same, and he nods approvingly, "and when you come back up from the water, you just..."

steve lets out the remaining air from his lungs in a loud exhale, and amelia copies him, her reddened cheeks flattening again.

"wanna try going for a dip? i'll hold you," steve suggests, just to see if she is willing to attempt. when she comes back up, he'll continue the failed kicks practice.

luckily for him, just the proposal is enough for her to smile with delight, thrilled to get to try it. and watching the way her eyes light up, is enough to make his upper body shake with laughter.

"alright. c'mon now, ariel," he holds his arms out for her.

[deepsix-writing]

i’m cold, dad.

the young boy with tattered shorts and a t-shirt two sizes too big held an ax with clumsy hands. as giant as he was for his age, he was still dwarfed by the shadow of his father looming behind him.

you’ll outgrow a jacket the minute we buy one. when i was your age, i was runnin’ around shirtless in the snow.

the boy said nothing. his father polished off the bottle in his hand and tossed it to the side of the stump in front of them both. a thick chunk of wood rested on top of it, waiting to be split into firewood.

do it again. the right way. don’t make me repeat myself.

the oregon winter tore through the boy’s t-shirt like paper as he hesitantly adjusted his grip on the ax. it was a heavy thing, and no amount of fidgeting made the worn, splintered wood any kinder to his hands. he reeled it back the same way he did for his little league baseball games, then-

no, damnit. remember what i said!

the boy’s father swatted the back of his head, and the boy quickly corrected himself. he let the blade rest on the edge of the stump instead, and his hands slid over to the back of the handle. backpedaling, he tried to lift the blade up into the air.

it didn’t get far. the blade wasn’t balanced the same as his plastic bats, and he couldn’t lift it high enough over his shoulders to swing at the chunk of wood on the stump. he kept trying to raise it, but the ax began to shake.

swing, damn it!

the boy tensed, and the blade swung down, but it didn’t catch the wood. instead, it wedged itself in the roots at the base of the stump. startled, the boy’s grip loosened, and he let go of the ax.

what are you doing, kid? pick it back up.

the boy stumbles forwards, but his feet are clumsy too. he is downward-bound, and scrapes his knee against the scraps of wood around the stump. his palms plant firmly into the ground on either side of himself, and he seethes. tears threaten to dot his eyes.

rub some dirt on it, thomas. get up.

thomas doesn’t move.

i don’t wanna do this anymore.

but his father’s shadow looms over him.

i don’t care. you’ll learn to use that damn thing if it kills you.

[e-dubbc11]

Out of Left Field

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, a tiny bit of violence but not really, drunk fan, a couple swear words, fluffy bunnies and unicorns

Word Count: 1.8k-ish

Summary: You’re attending a baseball game with a friend and you weren’t expecting to meet a tall handsome stranger.

A/N: This is part of the Thirsty for Cox writing challenge for the month of June. The prompt was “Hey, is that guy bothering you?” It was difficult to NOT set this one at a bar because let’s be honest, that’s the most likely place someone would use that line, amirite? 🤣 Anyway, I hope you like it! 💕

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“These are great seats! How did you score these?” Your friend Jackie, asked.

When your stepfather said he had four tickets to the Yankee game this weekend, you jumped at the chance to go.

It was the beginning of June, sunny with a few fluffy white clouds slowly moving across the bright blue sky and thankfully the hot summer weather hadn’t arrived yet so it was still just warm and dry.

A perfect day for baseball.

Sitting on the first base line, you’ve never been this close before. The warm early afternoon sun kissed the high points of your face as you took in the view.

You were only three rows back from the on-deck circle and could smell the sunscreen the players had on as they waited for their turn at-bat.

“A client gave them to my stepfather and he couldn’t go so he offered them to me. We have these four seats so we don’t have to worry about anyone sitting next to us.” You told her.

Suddenly, you felt a pinch in your side.

“OW!! What did you do that for?!” You yelled and glared at her.

“Oh I didn’t pinch you that hard, listen…really hot guy checking YOU out. Your four o’clock. Don’t look yet.” She said.

Waiting a couple of minutes before turning around, you looked over your shoulder and there he was…a baseball hat covered his dark brown hair, he had a short well-groomed beard, eyes as dark as the night sky and a smile that would stop anyone dead in their tracks.

“Jackie, are you sure he was looking at me? Because he has to be the most handsome man I’ve ever seen in real life. Every woman in this area is looking at him.” You whispered to her.

She started to chuckle at little. “Well he sure as shit wasn’t lookin’ at me, I’m married anyway and he wasn’t looking at ANY of those other women, he was only lookin’ at YOU.”

Another inning went by and it was time for another beer so you stood up and headed for the concession stands. Walking up the stairs, you phone vibrated in your back pocket. It was a text from Jackie that said:

Hot guy is following you up the stairs, YAY!!

You couldn’t help but laugh a little and shake your head as you put your phone back in your pocket. And now that you knew he was a few steps behind you, it wasn’t the sun that was making you feel warm anymore. Another text came in:

You look really cute today, relax!!

She knew you all too well. She knew you were shy and easily flustered so that was a text pep talk to calm you down a little.

Standing in line, you could feel him behind you, watching you but almost in a protective way. You noticed there were a lot of people around that had already had a few too many, one of them being directly behind you. Swaying in place, and looking like he was about to fall over at any moment, the man spoke to you.

“Y-you look like you wanna buy me a beer! You are a p-pretty thing, aren’t ya.” He slurred.

The man took you by surprise, yelling in your ear like he did, but you tried to be as nice as possible.

“You sure you need another one? You look like you’ve had enough already.” You said with an uncomfortable smile.

The man tried to move closer to you but you stepped to the side a little.

“W-well I w-want you to b-buy me another!” He said, putting his hand on your shoulder.

And that’s when your tall handsome stranger stepped in.

“Hey, is that guy bothering you?” He asked, trying to get in between you and the drunk.

Looking a little nervous, you nodded.

His eyes looked darker than they were when you saw them before, his lips were pulled back to expose clenched teeth, and the heated glare he gave the man was filled with rage.

“Take your hand off of her…now.” He said with a low growl.

The man grabbed your shirt at the shoulder and gripped it tightly in between his fingers. “This doesn’t concern you, pretty boy. This is between me and her.”

And with those words he shoved you backwards into a person carrying two cups of beer that ended up splashed down your back and caused you to fall to the ground.

What happened next, happened so fast that you missed it but looking up after hitting the ground, your admirer suddenly had the drunk man pinned to ground face down when security came running over to take him away.

The handsome stranger rushed to your side and gently placed his hand on your shoulder.

“Are you ok, miss?” He asked, looking you over to make sure you weren’t hurt.

“Well…I have beer all over me but other than that, I guess I’m fine.” You answered.

He laughed a little and continued to smile that perfect smile at you.

“Well this is not how I wanted to introduce myself but HI…Billy Russo.” He said in a slightly sarcastic tone and extending his arm for you to shake his hand.

You gave him a warm smile. “Well it’s nice to meet you, Billy Russo. I’m y/n. Thank you for what you did, I’ve never really had anyone come to my rescue before.”

He gave you his hand for you to take and helped you to your feet.

“Well I’m just glad I was the one to rescue you. Come on, let’s go buy you some dry clothes.” He said.

A little embarrassed, you told him you only brought enough cash with you for beer, the rest of your money was with your purse, at your seat. He said it was on him and he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“What? No Billy, I can’t ask you to do that. They charge a small fortune for all this stuff.” You said.

Billy winked and smiled at you. “You didn’t ask, sweetheart. I offered.” His slight New York accent coming through. “This way…”

He was so handsome and charming. It was hard to say no, so you didn’t and he led you to a shop to get some dry clothes.

You picked out a new DiMaggio t-shirt since your other one was soaked with beer and a pair of joggers, you were thankful that your socks and sneakers didn’t get wet. Billy had the same t-shirt on.

“At least this one doesn’t smell like beer.” You laughed. “What do ya think?” You asked with a smile and a 360 turn.

Leaning against a rack of clothes, he smiled back at you. “I think you look perfect.”

You felt yourself start to blush. “Thank you for this, Billy. You really didn’t have to. Can I take you dinner, as a thank you?” You asked him.

“Hey that’s my line.” He said with a sly smile as he inched closer to you.

Looking up at him through your dark lashes, you could not take your eyes off of him and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. It suddenly felt like it was a thousand degrees inside the store.

“Tell ya what…let me take you to dinner and you can buy me a beer on the way back to our seats. How does that sound?” He asked.

You extended your hand for him to shake it. “You got yourself a deal, Mr. Russo.”

On the way back to your seats, you bought four beers. Billy’s friend Frank needed one as well and when you got back to your seats, Frank was sitting with Jackie, and they were showing each other pictures of their kids.

“FINALLY! I’ve been dyin’ of thirst down here.” Jackie said. “Ummm, why are you wearing different clothes? What have you two been doing?” She asked with a wink.

“It’s a long story, I’ll tell ya in a minute.” You said.

You smiled and extended your hand to Frank. “Hi, I’m y/n.”

Frank firmly shook your hand. “Frank Castle. Nice to meet ya.” He said with a smirk.

You handed him his beer. “It’s nice to meet you too, Frank.”

Looking at Jackie, you introduced her to Billy. Her response made you crack a smile.

“Oh I’ve heard a lot about Billy from this guy over here.” She said, pointing at Frank.

The four of you enjoyed the rest of the game together, sharing peanuts, drinking beer, and singing Take Me Out to the Ball Game.

Billy told you he and Frank were in the Marines together but now Billy owns his own private security company and Frank works closely with him.

As the game went on, Billy snaked his arm around you and draped it over your shoulder. Goosebumps peppered across the exposed skin on your arm as he lightly brushed it with his long slender fingers.

You could feel him stealing glances at you when you’d lean over to talk to Frank or Jackie, or rubbing your back before he’d get up to use the restroom or if it was his turn to make a beer or snack run.

These little gestures caused your ears to turn red and gave you butterflies in your stomach. You were already smitten with him.

After the game was over, you were chatting with Billy outside the stadium when you heard Jackie’s voice.

“So are you guys goin’ out on a date or what?” She asked, very directly. “You two look pretty cozy already.” She said, looking at Billy’s arm snaked around your waist.

You smiled nervously at her before looking at Billy then turning back to Jackie. “Uh, yeah. Billy wants to take me to dinner.”

She looked at you, then at Billy, smiled and whispered in your ear. “I have a good feeling about him.”

“I do too.” You whispered back.

You bit down on your lower lip and looked up at Billy. He gave you a little wink as he took your hand in his and kissed the back of it. “I’ll call you later, sweetheart.”

“I look forward to it, Mr. Russo.” You said with a smile.

He leaned forward and feeling his warm breath against your ear, Billy whispered. “Ya know it drives me absolutely crazy when you call me that.” And he planted a light kiss on your cheek.

“Well, I’ll have to remember that.” You said with a slight smirk. “I’ll see you soon, Billy.”

Billy took one last look at you as you walked away from him. You could feel his eyes on you just like earlier waiting in line, watching over you and making sure you were safe. Once you were out of sight, Frank turned to Billy and said.

“I have a good feeling about that one, Bill.”

Billy smiled as he quickly glanced at the ground and back up to look back at Frank and said.

“I do too, Frankie. I do too.”

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[kedsandtubesocks]

erika i am so curious about baseball player gojo..... like.... omg 😳😳

Sel… I am going to chase after him with a baseball bat…

00: Foul Ball.

You run into the tallest man you’ve ever seen in your life at your favorite local coffee shop.

Literally, while moving to your usual seat this giant of a man, not paying attention on his phone, smacks right into you spilling both his and your hot drinks all over you.

It burns, thankfully not that much. Mainly embarrassment and annoyance burn you more. Frustratingly you try to dab away the mess with the pathetic wad of napkins the guy shoves at you.

“Look! Please let me pay for another drink and anything else you want!” Your mystery man

“No it’s fine.” You seethe trying to gather your dignity.

“Aw come on! Those pumpkin cheesecake muffins look pretty good! Don’t you want one?!” He cries almost desperate.

Turning up you’re about to snap at him when you finally get a very good look at your current enemy.

He’s tall with striking cloud white hair. Sleek modern sunglasses slide down his nose as azure pool eyes stay focused on you. And of course he’s absolutely gorgeous.

To save your sanity your eyes dart to the bakery display and spot those muffins he mentioned.

“…okay fine. But I also want a croissant.” You mutter.

He buys you two of each.

You’re also surprised at how adamantly he drags you to sit down at a table.

“We can break bread together over our temporary peace treaty.” He beams.

The man is annoying charming, like a song you find annoying but can’t help but still bop your head to.

He’s new in town, actually moved here all the way from Japan.

“That’s a long way from home.” You admire genuinely. “What brought you out here?”

“Work.” He says simply and with a shrug.

Your mystery man rapidly and eagerly jumps to ask about you, where you work, what you do.

It feels…like a pity conversation. As easy as it is talking to him, you know this is unfolding simply because he ran into you and is trying to just smooth things over.

“Look,” you sigh picking at your croissant. “We don’t have to do this.” You wearily wave your hand between the you and him. “The pathetic small talk and all that. I get it, accidents happen and I appreciate the apology muffin. But you can head out.”

“Don’t forget the ‘I’m a clumsy and unaware idiot’ croissant I got you.” He adds and your lips twitch.

“And come on. I’m not that boring to talk to am I?”

He isn’t and it annoys you even more.

“Besides, who says I maybe just wanna chat with the cute stranger I accidentally spilled various drinks on?” He smile wide at you and it’s dangerous.

He’s dangerous.

Mystery man vows to run into you again same time next week and he is true to his words. In his hands are more pastry treats and your drink order, because of course he remembered.

It’s then that you finally learn his name.

“Gojo, Satoru Gojo.” He introduces himself. “Though you can call me cute coffee guy.” He smoothly adds.

You refuse to call him that and he playfully cries.

Again, it shocks you how just easy it is talking to him. Conversation is casual and so effortless. Gojo eagerly listens to your recommendations about places to visit, restaurants to try out.

“As long as you go with me! I need my own cute tour guide unless I’ll get lost.” Gojo pleads.

You roll your eyes and hate how fast your heart beats at his words.

Then his phone goes off. Sighing Gojo answers it. You give him privacy by looking at your own phone. However, you can’t help but catch bits of the conversation. He talks about a photo shoot scheduled for the end of the week and how his agent will be making any adjustments to the time slot.

And it clicks. He’s a model. He’s definitely a model.

“Sorry, work being dumb.” Gojo apologizes as he hangs up.

“No worries.” You reassure him casually. You realize you never fully asked about his job last time.

“So, what do you do?” This time you make sure to.

Gojo’s wide sky eyes flicker to you as he takes a sip of his tea.

“Oh I’m a professional baseball player.”

He answers so casually while setting his drink down, like he just told you about the weather. For some reason you can’t help but laugh. Because model made sense, but a baseball player?

“What?!” Gojo cries playfully. “I’m serious look!”

Suddenly he grabs his phone again. He quickly types something on it and turns it to you.

What he did was Google himself. Because of course he did. Low and behold, you discover he is indeed not a model.

Instead, you see his broad shoulders, his tall frame, looking infuriatingly gorgeous in a uniform -

And you learn that your mystery coffee man, Satoru Gojo, is in fact a very real and actually very famous professional baseball player.

[madaboutmunson]

Eight Frames A Week Steve with Glasses (Prompt A1)

@eddiemunsonbingo AO3 Link

Eddie catches Steve in his glasses one time. Just one time! But that is all it takes for Edward Munson’s brain to spark a new hyper fixation. He must have Steve in glasses, whenever he possibly can, because….well….

He looks cute as a button in his glasses. They are so delicate. Thin golden wire frames and large round lenses accentuate the puppyish nature of his eyes.

Steve gets shy about them, which is also so adorable Eddie could spontaneously combust.

Eddie buys Steve tickets to a baseball game for his birthday, not only does it appease the jock side of his boyfriend but also because he’s going to get him a new bat as an extra gift. Ok, maybe that isn’t as entirely selfless as it sounds because Steve looks hot as hell swinging a bat around, and if he’s honest, he’s a little jealous of the special one with the nails in.

During the game, he notices Steve squinting, and at first, he thinks it is the sun, so he offers him his aviators, “Oh, thanks, honey,” Steve whispers the pet name and graciously receives them, even though he looks a little confused, and puts them on. Eddie carries on inhaling his snacks, watching the players run around the diamond until he hears a tut come from Steve, and he’s about to lean over and ask him to explain what the drama is on the field when he notices he’s still squinting, perhaps even more so with the aviators on.

Eddie reaches into his jacket and pulls out Steve’s glasses case, and pokes him with them.

“I-I don't need them,” Steve gives an unconvincing tight-lipped smile to accompany his equally unconvincing words.

Eddie refrains from telling him he does, in fact, need them because he knows Steve will just dig his heels in about it.

“Oh, ok,” Eddie gives him a big smile, puts the case in his own lap, and looks out onto the game, “I don’t really get all the rules, but why does eighteen keep making that signal with his hand?”

“Must have missed him do that. Which signal?” Steve asks quickly. Clever boy, Eddie thinks, as he makes some strange gesture with his hand. Steve frowns deeply, “I don’t think I know that one. Let me see if he does it again. Oh yeah, there he is,” Eddie watches him squint a little harder, trying to search where Eddie was looking.

“There is no number eighteen on the field, Steve” Eddie sighs out his words, and Steve deflates and puts out his upturned hand for his glasses.

The whole thing bugs Eddie for days later. He doesn't get why he’s embarrassed about it, he looks great with, or without them, so he does the only thing he can think of, he makes it a game.

One night whilst they are watching gameshows with Wayne in the trailer, Eddie puts his plan into action, “You know, I could beat you to the top of this trailer,” he prods at Steve’s athletic competitiveness and, in return, gets a beautiful laugh.

“No, honey, you couldn’t, no way. I’m faster and stronger than you. I’d get to the ladder first,” Steve says, giving him a small, lovingly patronising kiss on the top of his head.

“Oh yeah? Wanna bet on that?” Eddie urges on, and he sees Wayne's amused smile, playing at the edge of his mug of coffee.

“Why make a bet you know you are going to lose?” Steve laughs with his face contorted in confusion, eyes still on the TV.

“Oh, I see. What's the matter, you too…chicken?” Eddie does not pull the chicken card often, he’d only used it twice, both times before they were dating, and that was to challenge Steve to a staring match, so he would look into his eyes for four minutes because he read it could make someone fall in love with you, and the second time was playing spin the bottle. Both things obviously worked in Eddie’s favour, and so would this third, or at least that is what he hoped.

Steve’s head snaps to him at the word chicken. 

Gotcha.

Eddie knows how open-minded and modern thinking his boyfriend tries to be, but there are some things so deeply etched into him that they are always available as a button to push. Like quietly singing or humming the first few lines of the Cheers theme song makes him erupt loudly into, “Sometimes you wanna go, where everybody knows your name!”

And he knows this now play by play, the arms fold, his comfortable slouch is gone, a barely there pout and an enthusiastic, “Alright! You’re on!”

After a few minutes of negotiation, it is decided that they will start from the worn pathway outside the trailer. To ensure there is no cheating, Wayne will count to three, and on three, they will go, and no touching is allowed as a distraction.

The last thing to agree upon is the prize. Steve goes for music control for the next two weeks, and to his surprise, it is simply agreed to. Eddie goes for a daily choice of an accessory, which Steve must wear.

“Ok, but not my glasses,” Steve frowns. Eddie smiles back at him fondly.

“No, sweetheart, of course not! I would never make you do that,” he answers kindly, and that seems to assure Steve enough to get him into a starting position.

Wayne counts them down, and Steve is off like a shot, makes a bee-line for the ladder, and practically leaps up onto it. Still, he stalls about halfway up because, at the very same time, Eddie also sets off like a shot, but leaps up onto the porch, uses that momentum to get himself most of the way up one of the supports and manages to swing himself up onto the top it, and is calmly strutting his way up onto the roof.

Eddie smiles smugly at Steve, who is still slowly climbing up the ladder, a little slack-jawed, “How did you-” Steve starts, his face can’t seem to decide if it's annoyed or impressed.

A voice from below chuckles, “He’s been a regular little spider monkey since he was about eight, Sunshine,” Wayne says, walking back into the trailer, leaving Eddie to melt into the arms and kiss of his, as it turns out, thoroughly impressed boyfriend on top of the trailer.

The following night Steve has finished getting ready for Robin’s party and stands to await his doom as Eddie claims his prize. From his closet, he retrieves a tattered box, opens it up, and inside are maybe hundreds of sets of glasses borrowed from the drama department. Steve protests immediately, “Hey! We agreed, no glasses!” but Eddie is already deep in the selection process.

“No, sugar, we agreed not your glasses, but if any of these are yours, feel free to let me know,” he says distantly. He can almost feel Steve roll his eyes in annoyance as he selects a blue pair to go with his Scoops outfit that Steve has agreed to resurface for Robin’s fancy dress party, and only for this party and never again. 

For the remainder of the two weeks, Eddie selects different frames, each set more bizarre than the last, until all their friends are excited to see what set Steve would have to wear next. Though he wouldn’t like to admit it, Steve does start to look forward to wearing more flashy things under the safe umbrella of losing a bet.

After the two weeks are up, the glasses return to school, and the only evidence remaining are the Polaroids that Eddie manages to take. 

His first glasses-free night is a Corroded Coffin gig at the Hideout. Steve always comes to shows when he’s free but has yet to make much headway with the band themselves. He’s never convinced that anyone else can see he’s changed. Despite Eddie repeatedly telling him the band like him, he barely says more than a few sentences to them for fear of saying something stupid.

Tonight the place has more than five drunks, and out of politeness, being quite tall, Steve stations himself at the back of the room. A few times, Eddie catches him squinting at the stage. But then, a miracle occurs. Unprompted, unnagged, and untricked, Steve puts on his glasses. A big smile erupts over his face as this must be the first time he’s seen the band in focus tonight. Eddie proudly beams back over at him and forgets some of the words when he does because, as he said, Steve looks cute as a button in his glasses.

All five of them help with the loading up after the gig, and as he’s walking back to where they are all parked, Eddie spots them talking. Steve is still wearing his glasses, no less, and is actually smiling. He leaves them a moment, lets them have whatever this is, and part ways. He simply waves the band goodbye as he walks over to Steve.

“So….what was all that about?” Eddie says leadingly.

“They were just saying how disappointed they were not to see me wearing something more exciting for the gig. They were certain you’d pick something out that embarrassed me rather than something that looked…er,” Steve snaps his fingers recalling the word, “chic,” he bites his lip a little bashfully, trying to repress the enormous grin threatening to spread over his face.

“And?” Eddie nudges him in the ribs as he settles back on the trunk of his Beemer with him, retrieving his camera.

“And you set all this up so they’d say something nice, and I wouldn’t worry about my glasses so much?” Steve does a few quick checks before rubbing his hand gently over the small of Eddies back under his jacket.

Eddie hums appreciatively, “Well, I would like to take all the credit. I did want you to get used to wearing the weirdest shit, so you’d see there were zero issues with these little things,” he gestures at the delicate frames perched on the bridge of Steve’s nose. He stands up and walks a little further away to take a picture, “but I had nothing to do with them complimenting you or the word chic!” Eddie laughs, wondering which of the band is the secret fashionista, and hands the picture to Steve whilst it develops. Destination his wallet.

“Really?” Steve says quietly, and Eddie smiles as he moves around to get another good shot of his beau.

“You got a cleaning cloth for those?” Eddie smirks behind the camera.

“I think there is one in the case,” Steve answers genuinely, wrinkling his nose, and it wiggles his glasses adorably.

“Good, because I intend on fogging them up real good shortly,” Eddie teases.

“Hey!” Steve shouts in happy feigned annoyance, and Eddie snaps a picture. Destination his heart.

[rainbowdelicartz]

Meet Natalie Winchester: Glenda's Girlfriend and a grumpy, aloof goth with a resting "I wanna kill everyone in this room" face!

She is a notorious town troublemaker and problem child to pretty much everyone around her, to the point where the locals of OceanBerry and people in the schools she's gone to (cuz she's been suspended/expelled from a LOT of them) call her The Black Berry Child due her extreme dark, hateful and violent nature that even surpasses Glenda's darkness by quite a bit (Glenda lowkey idolizes her due to this)

That's why when they both met at the OceanBerry Pond when they were both four years old (as Natalie had lived there all her life at this point) and immediately connected due to their similar interests in dark topics, dolls, and killing frogs and field mice they'd find lol

And they've been glued hip to hip practically ever since! In their teen years, they commit various crimes together like robbery, vandalism, graffiti, and beating people up with baseball bats. They also eventually started to run a Fight Club for females/female aligning folks in Hackensack!

She happens to come from a fairly rich family that had moved to Oceanberry before she was born for the rural lifestyle her family wanted to adopt for themselves, her family consists of her mom, dad, and her two younger twin sisters named May and Luna. Natalie is very quiet and not very sociable with her family and only feels close to her sisters, even if they annoy her a lot of the time. For these reasons, she sees Glenda's family as more of her family than her actual family

Natalie currently works as a Hot Topic cashier (which is located inside the Hackensack Mall) and always comes home with any kind of (stolen) merchandise that she and Glenda find interest in and both are currently saving money to buy a secret location for their Fight Club meetings

[ART COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN!!!]

[bit-b]

Anti-piracy? Anti-emulator? Anti-consumer.

Disclaimer: I am NOT a lawyer. Do not take anything in this post as legal advice.

I just saw the promotion of a thing recently. For the sake of not inadvertently advertising their crap, I will not be naming who it was and/or what the product was that they were trying to push. I will say that it had to do with video game anti-piracy and emulation.

Lemme start out by saying that I avoid emulation whenever possible. I like playing my games the way they were intended to be played, on the consoles they were made for. In fact, people who follow me could probably vouch for the kind of crazy hurdles I've jumped through to pull off certain game streams.

Also, I DO NOT in any way endorse piracy. I'm a major advocate of paying for the content that you enjoy. If people don't pay for a group's work, that group won't have money. If they don't have money, they won't be able to do more work. Even if you wanna use a game or program a decade out of print, I still feel that it's a good gesture to own that product.

THAT SAID: EMULATION IS NOT PIRACY.

I can understand the confusion. After all, there are people online that host illegal copies of ripped games. And emulators have enabled people to be able to play those illegal rips without actually owning the game. It's easy to jump to the conclusion that every use of an emulator must be bad. In actuality, the emulators themselves are not illegal.

Pretty much all emulators out there are not based on the original code of the consoles. Emulation is possible due to years of 3rd-party tinkering and reverse-engineering to make certain games run on different systems.

So if you own the game, if you have the tools to rip said game, and if you use an emulator capable of playing that game on another device, then nothing was stolen. You're just choosing to play the game in a way that makes you happy.

It only becomes illegal if you choose to post those game files online for anyone to use. Because at that point, it can be argued that you're handing the files over to people that have not payed for the privilege to play. You would be denying the devs and publishers the right to profit from their work.But again, if you're not distributing content, no illegal actions are taking place.

So it makes me sad to see people look at emulation software and say "God, why do they let these kinds of tools exist?! Don't PIRATES use this software?? How is this allowed?!?" Because it tells me that people don't consider the context and intent of the use of these tools. It's like getting upset about hammers existing because some people have used hammers for murder.

For a different example, let's imagine that someone photocopied a card game, laminated them, and played with them in their swimming pool.

Now, imagine people complaining:

"Wait, you didn't scan those cards and print new ones to make those, did you?! That's a crime!!"

"You're not supposed to play card games in the pool!! It wasn't designed for that!!"

"Aren't you worried that the card manufacturers are gonna arrest and sue you?!"

"Don't you know they MAKE waterproof cards?! Why would you skirt around their official product?!"

And I say:

If any copies were made, it was only out of necessity for the tinkering process. Copies were not distributed to other people.

Just because a thing wasn't originally designed for something doesn't mean it CAN'T. If anything, showing that it's possible to make a thing do something it normally shouldn't is kind of interesting.

How is it illegal to take something you purchased and use it in a different way? You could buy a golf club and use it as a baseball bat. Should you be penalized for that?

Even if the product-maker makes the same kind of alternate product, what's forcing a person to use the official one over their own?

Like I said. DON'T pirate. Own your games and software. But I feel like people equate tools used by pirates as piracy itself. And that's not a fair judgement.

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Now, that's just the FIRST part. The second is the anti-piracy.

Like I said, devs need money. I want to support them in their profession. I want to own what they create. And I encourage everyone to pay for the things they use. But what I can't stand is this idea that software NEEDS extra anti-piracy built in. (outside of the anti-piracy measures already implemented in your game launcher) In my opinion, adding extra layers of anti-piracy does nothing but harm the end-user.

Pirates don't use software with all the security stuff built into it. They use CRACKED versions. It takes a little time for them to crack it. But once they do, they have full unlimited access.

Meanwhile, I've heard only a handful of cases where 3rd-party anti-piracy measures are removed by the developers after it's no longer necessary. This means that everyone who bought legitimate copies of the product will likely be forever locked down by these stupid extra measures. And this sends the paying customers through all sorts of hoops.

They might have to always tag a security server on startup.

They might have monitoring software running routine checks.

The processes in the background might sap precious PC resources that the end-users don't want taken up.

Depending on how the anti-piracy was implemented, it could cause stability issues for the software.

The only true benefit I've seen for 3rd-party anti-piracy is the guarantee that the devs and publishers will be making their sales during the first 2 weeks of a product's life. Even then, people have managed to crack certain anti-piracy within the first 2 days. So it's not even a full guarantee. This type of anti-piracy is completely one-sided on benefits. The customer doesn't get anything out of these security measures at all. If anything, the customer would benefit greatly from NOT having them.

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I've said it several times in this rant, but I really do want to see devs and publishers get their money. Especially when they've done a great job. I've just bought 2 games that just recently ditched their anti-piracy. But that's a privilege that I rarely give.

We live in an age where new experiences and tools are being made and released every single day. And thanks to this, I have a bounty of buying options available. I can easily pass on someone's product if I don't appreciate a company's distribution tactics. And I am more than happy to miss out on a fun experience if it means dealing with less bullcrap. And the more time that passes, the less relevant your product is.

I believe adding extra anti-piracy measures will only ruin your reputation. If you don't want to be consumer-friendly, I can easily find someone else that will. And don't you DARE be surprised when an up-and-coming developer blows past you, lacking all those shareholder-appeasing anti-piracy measures that you love so dearly.

[pekodayz]

poopoo aini molly usiuii random lore questions

You are now forced to read about them. my ososan oc hellspawns: aini, molly, and usiuii.....(they grow up so fast..sobs). i used this generator for oc questions. fun lore for shits and giggles!11! uhh haha read under cut...thanks....

How does your oc handle having a crush on someone? Do they have crushes a lot or rarely?

Aini: RARELY. She does not handle them well at all. Will end up shooting you if you try to ask...she misses though. (i-it's not like i like them!!!! b-b[redacted]) Then she goes berserk and denies any sort of crush or warm fuzzy feelings. throwing every single cuss word in the book at u. then she gives up (blushing and stuttering) and sobs, running away and swearing she will find your address and will send the codes to nuke your house. (she doesn't...she sulks away. embarrassed). But she will give try and bribe you to not say anything, might become ur maid for a bit. I think you can tell she has a crush if they are able to subdue her chunibyo-gundere-tsun-delulu personality for a minute. Rendering her stunned and speechless...and normal. Does soften her features (FOR A MOMENT!!!) if she likes someone, don't point it out.

Molly: SOMETIMES. Can handle them...okayish? They don't bring it up, but it's kinda obv is she has a crush on someone. She has a goofy smile on her face, but if you ask them......smile goes away instantly. u know how charas get swirly eyes and steam coming out of their ears. yeah. Then Molly goes mute for a while and just avoids eye contact......then they give u a quirked-up janky grin and begins to leave the scene. They're mumbling under their breath. (100 words a second, sounds like french. (THEY R NOT FRENCH. language will vary.)) She is extra, extra, EXTRA sweet around their crush. Buying them frappes and giving them more hugs....uhh..Molly..you're hugging them too hard. Will give more gifts as well. Don't try and push it...they will break and something magical and evangelical will happen.

Usiuii: RARELY. Can handle them...uh...concealing them. She squints if you bring it up. Then denies it wholeheartedly . denydenydenydenydenydenydenydenydeny. Then they say something completely off-topic. "I'm flaccid." "What?" "What." She would say that she isn't into that "anime" crap. (she's an otaku in secret. what r u on abt, usiuii.) Then would try to change the topic again, she's gripping her knees now. It's drawing blood. Sweating. Eyes twitching. She moves her hand over behind her back, and pulls out her guitar out of thin air. Staring at you. Holds it like a baseball bat, swings it, everything goes black. You wake up and see Usiuii wearing a completely different get up. She looks at you and says, "you wanna go to a maid cafe?" ...she changed the topic again. Why did she change her clothes...

What is your oc like during a conversation? What kind of things do they tend to talk about?

Aini: Uses a lot of emotion, mwahahahas a lot. Even though she is....something...she will listen intently, keen on learning abt things. "You humans are so...peculiar..." "Aini, drop the act already." "SHUT THE HELL UP." She's not THAT mean, she does have a soft spot and will remember details abt you. Don't mention it to her, she'll point the gun at you. She does like talking about people, whether it may be in a positive or negative light. Anddd her unrelenting dream to bring heaven, hell, and earth together. (pipe dream. dont mind her)

Molly: Good listener, soft-spoken...okay well even tho they're a good listener, they can still get a bit distracted. But will immediately apologize and bow a lot, she gets dizzy...oopss. Likes to talk abt whatever show is trending...or just sweets. Bring up any of her interests and they will go on an hour-long spiel. Get comfortable.

Usiuii: Elbows on the table, straight-faced. Listening to you, sending brainwaves to your brain. (I AM LISTENING. KEEP GOING.) Short answers, nods, and eyebrow raises. Likes to talk about otaku things...only to a specific person tho. (gee, [redacted], you really get me...sigh...*looks at them* wanna watch a hentai? ((they both turn it off after 10 minutes))

Does your oc wear/style their clothes in a certain way?

They all have their default clothes and work clothes. Molly likes taking them to the mall to buy new shit. They have many outfits. Thanks Molly.

Does your oc live alone or with others?

Since I want them to be inseparable, (BFFS FOREVER) they live in the same apartment complex. Right. Next. Door. To each other. HEART. They crash at each other's places a lot. Rock, paper, scissors....okay we're going over your house. They usually just do sleepovers 6/7 days of the week. Lots of doordash....and Chibita's every single day ofc.

How many hours of sleep does your oc need in order to function normally?

Aini: NO SLEEP. NONE. she's lying, she needs 7 hours. She gets all tired and groggy and will lean on anyone for a nap. like a baby..nuzzling up and being quiet for once.

Molly: since they work in the office...8 hours. they want to sleep more though, like 10. Constantly drinking frappes keep her up at night tho. It's a problem. (pouring themselves another cup of coffee. she stares at u, smiles nervously)

Usiuii: 4 hours...plays dating sims after midnight. (looks at the shining sunrise thru the window) "ah."

What is something about your oc's appearance others always compliment them on?

Aini: Her hair and teeth.

Molly: Hair and eyes...and their body. (shoots u)

Usiuii: Hair and excessive use of spikes. (teeth sometimes)

Around what time does your oc have lunch? Do they make something themself, or do they get lunch elsewhere?

On work days, Aini and Usiuii just eat around 11AM. They scavenge for whatever snacks that are at their workplace (convenience store) Molly just goes to Mcdonald's around 12:30PM...alone...since...they have to work in corporate...sad...they miss any sort of friends...sobs. She does eat with coworkers sometimes...she sighs solemnly.

Off days, they kinda just go to whatever's close. Or rock paper scissors...winner gets to pick. ok have fun, you freaks.

How far is your oc willing to go in order to keep their friends safe?

They will all kill for their friends btw. Like beasts.

Has your oc ever dyed their hair, and if so, what color? Did they like it?

Aini: Natural, doesn't want to dye her hair. Is scared. Will freak out.

Molly: Dyed it black and brown b4. Blonde with pink. Just straight black. They liked it. But orange is their natural hair color.

Usiuii: Natural hair color is pink. Dyed it some darker shade to seem more natural...and cooler...

What dish can your oc make best?

Aini: can't cook for shit. will order food online. best "dish" was pizza. she bought that.

Molly: Eclairs. Anything pasta or sweet they can make. Can cook anything, actually....uhh....molly...idk where they learned that.

Usiuii: Carbonara. Eat it, and you will ascend to the heavens for 6.6 seconds.

How fast does your oc fall in love?

Aini: slow-burn it. unless something happens like accidental smth smth (accidental ____ or someone she has taken a liking to falls asleep on her) . then it'll pick up a bit. Then she just represses it. Until she looks a mess.

Molly: Kinda quick, but realizes and dials back. Staring longingly at them. She must keep calm.

Usiuii: Unknown. She wakes up one night in a cold sweat, eyes shaking...something happened....what is this feeling...someone kill me...

What is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink?

Aini: Wine. Will take a fruity drink tho.

Molly: Margaritas. Or anything that's sweet.

Usiuii: Sake. (wtf. tryhard) or just beer.

Does your oc believe in love at first sight?

They all say no. Molly was going to say yes...chickened out.

Does your oc have any bad habits, and if so, why? Is it possible for them to stop?

Aini: Repressing. Makes her go insane. 1% chance of stopping

Molly: Caffeine-addict. Tastes too good to resist. Fidgets a lot. NOT STOPPING (latte, coffee, frappe, cap, anything)

Usiuii: Late-night gamer. Doesn't get enough sleep. NOT STOPPING

How good is your oc at giving advice?

Aini only gives good advice when you finally let her guard down. Speaks in a different dialect.

Molly gives good advice...sometimes. When they're nervous, they stutter a bit, but will try.

Usiuii...uh...depends on what the topic is. If it's emotional, she kinda just sideyes u nervously and smiles. (uh.........what.....hah....)

Does your oc prefer to sit around and chill or be up and moving, doing something?

Aini: Depends on the mood. If she's ready to be herself, shes up all day. Sometimes she just wants to keep to herself and watch the clouds. rare silence. Then Molly carries her to their next destination.

Molly: Wants to go everywhere, everyday. They will drag you to the mall, any place to eat, the park, the city. They loves doing something. She can't sit still.

Usiuii: Will laze around and gets dragged, MOVE . GET UPPPOPPP

BWAHHHHHH OKAY IM DONE FOR NOW!! That was fun. Will continue this tomorrow. THANK YA FOR READING THIS SUPER LONG LORE. (snaps knuckles and slumps) oughh.

[sonknuxadow]

i was at walmart earlier and happened to walk past the area with all the birthday stuff and i noticed they make a lot of pinatas that look like popular characters and i guess i can see why someone would wanna buy that for their kid but if you told me i had to beat sonic with a baseball bat to get candy i would cry i couldnt bring myself to do it

[ehh-is-the-name]

Happy (late) Holloweeny!!

It may be like almost a week after the holiday but whatever! I decided to be Jyushi this year since I already made the hat like 2 years ago. That led to me wondering how much I could do for the costume without buying things, and well... I think the only thing I really bought was the baseball uniform but I had to dye it and whatnot so idek what I was planning with that. I think I just wanted an excuse to make stuff and this is what I got to show for it. I think it turned out well!

Though, I think I really like just dressing up as characters at this point, and of course work in process photos under the cut!

Gonna go in chronological order, so starting with the hat.

The photos of it are at the other post linked above if you wanna see it but I'll say my process/thoughts on it here.

If I went back in time to redo the hat I would've changed the way I did the white base. I did it with a spray primer and it made the hat really stiff. I used to wear it out, but also because of the primer, the fabrics not breathable anymore so you get sweaty FAST. Even with the wig on above, it made my head hot. It also made it not able to like stretch easily, so when I had it on with the wig, it kinda looked weird from some angles. Otherwise, It's pretty good. It's just the fact it has so many paint layers.

I unfortunately forgot to take wip pics of the bat and ball, but I have all the resources I used to make them if that counts!

I used the ball pattern from Supergurumi here. For the bat, I used Jay Hen's pattern linked here.

The only thing about the bat is that I switched up some things for this. Like I barely used any stuffing (mainly bc I didn't have much) but also because I just don't think the silhouette of the one on the site matches what an actual metal bat looks like and Jyushi got a metal bat. So I just crocheted around a pool noodle. And gotta say, very fun to hit my friends with, 10/10. Another thing, is that I made the whole bat the grey seen above and just wrapped some old fabric around it, since sometimes Jyushi has it and sometimes he doesn't?? It's weird.

Like in the earlier season (top right), he doesn't, but later in the show (bottom left) he has one and the grip is black? Oh but in the game (top left) he has a yellow grip! BUT THEN THE FUCKING NENDROID DOESN'T HAVE IT EITHER??? SO WHAT????

Idk. The whole thing kinda pissed me off since I didn't know what would be right. In the end, I just went with the yellow grip to match the uniform. I saw all of this like I care about accuracy- I fucked up the baseball stitches anyways, but that'll be our little secret.

I bought the whole uniform from a bulk sellout sports company for like only a handful of dollars. Even with shipping and everything, it wasn't even $20. The only thing was that they weren't selling yellow ones, so I had to dye it. Wouldn't have been that bad if it weren't polyester! Do you know how hard it is to dye polyester??? Well I didn't when I bought it, so lemme tell you.

You gotta make your witch's brew with synthetic fabric dye and soap. It took me a while, but I'd found some of RIT Dyemore in a store (but there are also some online like iDye Poly that should work). I just used a broken hanger to stir that shit for like 30 minutes since I didn't wanna ruin a spoon. Then I had to soak it in a dye fixative, which I did not buy 'cause fuck that. I'll just made some with water. vinegar, and sodium carbonate which you too can make at home. I will stay thanking NileRed for everything here, love his content. I think I soaked it for about 10-15 minutes, and from the pics above I wouldn't say much washed out.

This was probably the dumbest thing I've done. I could've just bought a wig for like $12 but no, I chose to make one instead. Also, I know he doesn't have blue strands in his hair, I just ran out of black yarn and had to make do. These are trying times, ok!! Anyway, I got one of the mesh wig caps meant to cover hair and then started tying strands to every couple of rows and holes. I guess this is where the stiffness of the hat came into use since I used that to hold the mesh cap. I got the idea from this video which helped with telling me what not to do if I wanted to make a wig like this. I was about as far into tying as the first pic below before I found cosplay veteran, Kind of Derp's, yarn wig series which put the idea in my head to press it. The only issue was that I couldn't brush out the twist since they were already tied and it would've pulled out all my hard work. So, I had to individually spread out every piece before pressing... That took the most amount of time, tbh I spend days doing that. I do not recommend it. If you're gonna make a yarn wig either do it KoD's way or like Uropa Queen does it here. That vid helped me quite a bit with styling.

Lastly, although the final photos don't show it, I did put Jyushimatsu's lil ahoge thing! I made it out of a spring and wrapped it with a shitload of yarn before stitching it in place.

And the last thing was stitching their last name! I thought about doing it directly onto the shirt, but since the uniform shirt is kinda stretchy and I don't have any fabric stabilizers, I chose not to.I wanted the stitches to be really crisp and nice, so I just did it on a different piece of fabric and pressed it on. I also kinda wanted to have a yellow shirt by the end of this without the kanji, so I wanted the chance to peel it off afterwards. But, me being silly, I didn't check if the iron-on adhesive was permanent before ironing it onto the shirt. Not the end of the world, I'll still wear it anyway. Though I think I could've cut the edges closer to the word since you can see it pretty clearly irl and even in the photos, but again the damage is done, what am I gonna do about now.

For the sketch, I used an erasable pen to draw 松. And for the stitches themselves, I just used the satin stitch to fill and some back stitches for the outline. This was probably the easiest and quickest part of the process.

I did the little "14" wristband thing a similar way. I just whipstitched the numbers onto some strap material (poly webbing, I think?) and attached some velcro. I folded it in half and stitched down the sides since I didn't ant the stitches to show on the back side of the cuff.

And I would put stuff for the mask, but that was super last minute. I literally just took one of my cloth masks and painted his smile on it with some acrylic paint and pouring medium, 'cause I was too lazy to whip out my actual fabric paint. Took about an hour to get it done, max.

But yeah, despite all the corners I cut, I still like the way it turned out. I can really see why cosplayers do what they do. It's fun to do stuff like this. I don't know if I'll have the time to squeeze in a DIY-heavy costume like this next year, but for Jysuhi and Airy, it was nice to do it.

And as always, I share the process because OH MY FUCK PEOPLE SHOULD!! The cosplayers that share their processes, I love you I love you I love you so much. Their stuff was really helpful for doing this! Hence, that's why I linked so many things. Plus, I know there are others out there who are trying to do the same and if it was helpful for me to stumble across other people's processes it'd probably be helpful to them too.

This is your sign to make a costume if you've been putting it off because you don't know how to do it. Start with something small, just for the hell of it. Hey, in 2021 I didn't think that painting his hat would lead to this, but look where we are. I believe in you, go forth and be creative!

And if you've made it this far, thanks for reading!!

[violettranslations]

Goodbye, Honor Student (さよなら、優等生)

指切りげんまん 嘘ついたら針千本のます 指切りげんまん 嘘ついたら針千本のます 指切りげんまん 嘘ついたら針千本のます 指切りげんまん 嘘ついたら針千本のます 指切った I pinky swear it, and if I lie, I’ll swallow a thousand needles. I pinky swear it, and if I lie, I’ll swallow a thousand needles. I pinky swear it, and if I lie, I’ll swallow a thousand needles. I pinky swear it, and if I lie, I’ll swallow a thousand needles. I pinky swore it. 良い子にゃ餌をやろう お前には頭を垂れてやろう 頭隠さず尻隠せ 生きるのは辛いだろう 一度死んでみるのもありだろう 次があるかは知らんけど I feed the good kids, and I hang my head to you. Take your head out of the sand and cover your vitals!¹ Life’s tough, isn’t it? It kinda makes me wanna give dying a try. Not that I know for sure if anything would come next. きっとこの世は敵だらけで あなたに出会えたのは 神様からのプレゼント さぁ感情論で語りましょう ハイ論破!!って煽りましょう バイバイ 鷹の爪 I’m well aware this world is full of enemies, so my meeting you must be a present from God. C’mon, let’s make some sentimental arguments, let’s fire ourselves up shouting “nope, I win!!” Bye-bye, hawk talons.² ベースボール ヤンキーだらけのジャンキー市街は どうにも出口が無いようで 哀愁漂う売春ガールも 買い占めてこうぜ 犯罪歴とか関係ないのさ 今日から人生リスタート 1 2 3 4 足並み揃えず 怠惰に生きろよ ラッタッタ Baseball, there’s no way out of these junkie cities chock full of delinquents, so how about we go buy up the time of those doleful ladies of the night over there? Criminal records don’t matter here. From now on, life’s gonna restart. 1 2 3 4 Don’t bother falling into step with the rest of them and live indolently! Ra-tta-tta ガラクタ ガランド ガラパゴス メルシー メントス メメントス バリカタ ハリガネ 湯気通し ニンニク マシマシ チョモランマ 何でそんなことするの？ かさぶたが取れたら合図だぞ 意味があるかは知らんけど Garbage, gutted, Galapagos, Merci, Menthos, Mementos, Barikata, Harigane, steamed, extra garlic, as much as you can add.³ What the heck are you doing? Once the scabs come off, that’s the signal. Not that I know if there’s any point to it, though. ずっと自分から逃げてきた 偽物に憧れた 心はいつも空っぽで もう嫌になんだ 苦しいのは 散々だ おままごとは さよなら、優等生 I’ve always been running from myself, longing for something fake, my heart forever empty. Ugh, I’m sick of all this painful shit. All this playing house is just awful. Goodbye, honor student. デッドボール 最近噂の賞金稼ぎは どうやらたちが悪いようで 雷神気取りの黄金バットで ぶっ飛ばして行こうぜ 将来安定 脳内感染 無個性工場抜け出して 1 2 3 4 空振り三振 前だけ見てろよ ラッタッタ Dead ball, All the gossip-mongers in the area have seemed weirdly nasty lately, so let’s take up a pair of golden bats like we’re some gods of thunder and go knock some sense into ‘em! Future stability, cerebral contagion; we slip free from the factory of conformity. 1 2 3 4 Strikeout! Keep your eyes forward! Ra-tta-tta ヤンキーは僕の最大の敵だ ヤンキーな俺の最強の敵だ Delinquents are my greatest enemies. The strongest enemies of a delinquent like me. ヤンキーだらけのジャンキー市街は どうにも出口が無いようで 哀愁漂う売春ガールも 買い占めてこうぜ 犯罪歴とか関係ないのさ 今日から人生リスタート 1 2 3 4 足並み揃えず 怠惰に生きろよ ラッタッタ オーパッパッパラッパッパッパラ はぁ？ There’s no way out of these junkie cities chock full of delinquents, so how about we go buy up the time of those doleful ladies of the night over there? Criminal records don’t matter here. From now on, life’s gonna restart. 1 2 3 4 Don’t bother falling into step with the rest of them and live indolently! Ra-tta-tta Oopa-ppa-ppara-ppa-ppa-ppara Whuh? 指切りげんまん 嘘ついたら針千本のます 指切りげんまん 嘘ついたら針千本のます 指切った I pinky swear it, and if I lie, I’ll swallow a thousand needles. I pinky swear it, and if I lie, I’ll swallow a thousand needles. I pinky swore it. ¹ From the expression 頭隠して尻隠さず “to hide one’s head without hiding one’s bottom” meaning to inadvertently expose a weak point while trying to protect oneself. ² I assume this is a reference to the proverb 能ある鷹は爪を隠す “a skilled hawk hides its talons.” ³ The first two lines seem to be meaningless alliteration, but the second two lines are phrases for ordering ramen. Specifically, “barikata” is “extra-firm noodles” and “harigane” is “extra-extra-firm noodles.”

[brigadeleadxr]

@solivcgant​​​ asked:

❛ maybe you win in this universe. but in another, i beat you. or we tie. or we eat crepes. ❜  

I PUT EVERYTHING FREE CREPES (?) ON A BAGEL !   |  ACCEPTING  

❝ I’D WIN IN ANY UNIVERSE! ” Cocky. Unabashedly arrogant. It’s written all over the haughty SMIRK she shoots him as her bat drops from her shoulder to the pitch. And just to rub salt in his wounds, “— and I’m not even on the team! ” 

She really was a fearsome batter. After all, this was the girl who had hit PRECISELY a thousand pitches in one evening. However, she was equally such a menace to the baseball team, no one in the right mind would willingly practice with her, let alone work with her on a regular basis. Obviously, this straggler on the baseball team just had the misfortune of being CORNERED.

“ I mean, if you wanna keep losing we can keep pla —” She does a double take, so busy bragging that she only catches the last word and fills in all the blanks herself, “ DID’ya say you’d BUY me crepes ???   ❞

[tumblybumbly7]

Spiderman had been gone for a month, and a month was all it took for new york to become zoo york. Petty crimes skyrocketed, all crimes skyrocketed, though for some odd reason, certain members of spiderman's rogue's gallery had stopped showing or where even seen helping the general public, the avengers where out more, even the x-men where becoming widely known in public.

Peter parker was doing great, yup just soooo great, heh, god he needed therapy bad, between teaching miles and studying, superheroing, and trying to have a social life, it had gotten bad, to the point where everyone in his life (jjj, the general public, certain parts of his rogue's gallery, certain heroes, apparently he was randomly on the fantastic fours shitlist?) had been berating him for doing a shit job, and everyone he knew personally (mj, miles, harry, gwen, a couple of other school freinds, flash oddly enough, eddie brock, the majority of the avengers, the majority of the x-men, wade, matt, and may) all told him to take a fucking break from being spider-man.

He couldn't, he was spider-man, he wouldn't stop until it killed him, until eventually it almost did, you wanna know the really pathetic part? He didn't even almost go down to some villain, he almost went down to himself, he was getting back to may's house, he had finally completed any outstanding work, did a 12 hour session of training/patrolling with miles, and no one even got hurt, all he had to do was get three hours of sleep before school, but the things he'd been hearing lately..

Jameson had gone on and on about how he was corrupting the youth, destroying their fair city, costing everyone their money, their lives, their happiness, and the public seemed to believe it, miles had been okay, but peter had gotten hit over the head with two clothes irons, three bricks, and a single baseball bat during patroll, and that wasn't even counting what people had thrown at (and hit) his stomach, it had gotten to him, bad, he had antidepressents from a diagnosis a couple months back, told to take one a day, but as he was metahuman, he had to take maybe up to three before it really worked sometimes...

He picked up the bottle, stared at the clicking and clacking pills, and wondered how many it would take to overdose...

Peter had been fine of course, may found him with the empty bottle in his hand, and had rushed him over to tony, who had the best doctors money could buy, but tony was furious, he asked what had driven peter to this, but may said she didn't know, they would just have to wait till peter was stable.

So they waited, and waited, and after a week, thoigh it felt like an eternity, peter woke up, and they asked as gently as they could what had happened, tears streamed down his face as he explained what was going on, may was devastated, but tony was furious, one thing they agreed on was that he was benched, suprisingly, he agreed.

"Miles'll do great in my absence, he's already a hit with the public, jameson even rags on him less, besides, i don't think im cut out for this anymore." Peter said this with a kind of apathy that scared may and tony honestly. Tony offhandly asked which people had been ragging on him the hardest. When peter answered, tony was thankful, then the anger came back.

"Im gonna demolish that fucking baxter building, then i'll buy the daily planet and blow it up on top of that pricks head!" He yelled as he stormed off, peter yelled after that he better fucking not.

He didn't, and that is how spiderman quit, no final battle, no climactic stakes, just a boy, a bottle of antidespressents, and some small self loathing.

It took a month for new york to turn to shit, turns out the silent majority that supported spidey were none too pleased to hear that their favorite freindly neighborhood vigilante had quit due to "the will of the people" and made it well known, more mutants than ever before were out at night, stopping crimes and causing them in equel measure, villains had grown more confidant, thoigh oddly villains like vulture, shocker, electro, sandman, and oddest of all, dock ock where seen saving people and stopping fellow villains, when anyone managed to stop them from running off long enough to ask why, they simply responded "you know, spider MAN is a missnomer, he was actually only 17, did you know that? Back when he was in action, i didn't, new ones a kid too." Before running off.

The concensus was that the villains who had switched sides had found out spideys age and felt bad about beating a child black and blue, this also made spidey's age public, which increased any pushback against villians that still were villainous tenfold.

The new spiderman was drowning in crime at this point, but the public was behind him 100%, it didn't stop the amount that petty crimes increased, at least until people teamed up with miles wholesale, one week it could be deadpool, daredevil, or the prowler (either of them, yes im including aaron and hobie), or wolverine, hawkeye, anyone was fair game as long as they upheld the law just as much as broke it, crime was still rampanent, but it was slowly getting better, sooooo slowly...

Peter was able to devote all of his time to studying and training miles in all things spider, and while he was always worried about something going wrong, he was the happiest he'd been since he got his powers, he was on the correct strength of antidepressents for once, and he was able to hang out with his freinds! It was going great, now he just had to hope miles was okay, because he couldn't afford to put the mask back on, and he didn't think he wanted too either.

Two months into zoo york, mutants who were causing crimes slowly drifted out, new problem was vigilante's thinking they were hot shit because they could stop a mugging or two, squirrel girl, cloak and dagger, and two rip off spidermen by the names of scarlet spider, and superior spider were out and about each night helping stop crimes, and having their overinflated egos stroked, miles had to put a stop too it, and he vowed to do it as quickly as possible. They would give him the run around, he would chase them again after finding them. He did manage to convince squirrel girl and cloak and dagger to go hang with the x-men for a while, but these two spiders would. Not. Give. Up.

This all came to a head when a riot of mutants and normal humans alike broke out in china town, and all three spidermen showed up, with a new player, it seemed.

"I'm gonna have to ask y'll to BEAT IT! This riot is over!" Shouted a kid wearing a white suit, black jacket, and some throwing disks, running throw the crowd, stopping some rioters, ricocheting off walls and generally being an annyance to the rioters, which redirected their fury to him, good news, they were no longer focused on china town, bads news, this meant they were focused on him.

That was when the spiders showed up, and quickly decided on a truce, before getting to work, thank god, they quickly webbed up the remaining rioters, and all quickly converged on a nearby rooftop, where the newbie was also waiting.

"Wow, you three are incredible, i gotta say, thanks for the save." The new kid, who introduced him self as "ricochet" said.

"Yeah, hey listen maybe you shouldn't be out about while all this bullshit is going down, just saying." Scarlet said.

"I'm gonna have to disagree man, he was holding his own there for a bit, and we dragged out the rest, say maybe we should make a team of spidermen?" Superior posited.

"I think you all should stop and let me handle this, i'm spiderman, you three are copycats." Spider-man said, no one liked that bit of advice.

"Man come off it, you're cool and all but you're not the original, what would have happened to you if he said beat it kid i work alone?" Ricochet asked, eyebrow raised.

"How did you get exspressive lenses? No y'know what fine, i admit, i cant argue the point, but man this shit is dangerous, i'm not sure i wanna ask more people to join up for our little gang of web warriors." Miles said, warily.

Ricochet, scarlet, and superior looked between each other, and immediatly agreed to be part of the web warriors.

Miles just groaned and said fine.

"Alright fuckin, fine, all of you show up at this rooftop next week, and we'll collab i guess." Miles rubbed his nose, he needed a drink, too bad that he was too young. When they met up next, ricochet got his own pair of web shooters and some impromptu swinging lessons.

And that was how the city of new york got used to the web warriors, a group that only seemed to grow as time went on, first came harry osborn, angry at everyone who drove spiderman to the brink, stating that he wanted to help, followed quickly by flash thompson, to everyone's shock, harry and flash were agent venom 1 and 2 respectivly, then came gwen stacy oddly enough, she said something about an enhanced spider biting her, and miles felt like crying, was this gonna be a regular occurence?!

Yes, yes it was, a couple of others joined just a month later, a couple spider copycats showed up helmed by cindy moon, otherwise known as silk. And they all met the one other adult (peter had recently turned 18, he had joked that he felt like he was never gonna make it) spider person, a girl named jessica drew, otherwise known as spider-woman.

All in all, they all did good work, the city was still rampanent with crime, and for a while things had been touch and go, but it looked like things were turning up, even jameson supported them! They didn't give a shit if he did, but he did.

Until they were celebrating a big break, they had managed to stop a massive breakout at iron heights, it talk all of them though, and some help, spider-man, scarlet, superior, the younger prowler, the older prowler, both agent venoms, the copycats, of which their were three, named crying spider, ghost spider, and jumping spider specifically, gwen, peter and mj in comms, silk, spider-woman, venom, and ricochet, but they did it.

They were celebrating back at spider hq(minus mj and peter, who said they were good, and didn't need to show up), which was actually one of the prowler hideouts they gutted and turned into a small spot to store gear and hang out. They were all celebrating when someone decided to turn on the radio, when jjj was broadcasting, they started placing bets on if he would compliment them, berate them, or both, what he said instead brought a few of them to a burning rage.

"Well new york, and i can't believe i'm saying this, but today is a monumentous day, spider-man and his group of "web warriors" managed to stop a break out at iron heights today, and with minimal damage too, it seems that these new spider-men can do what the old one couldn't, actually save the day without thousands in taxpayer dollars and several screw ups! Yes it seems these new spider-men are better than the old one ever was, makes me wish that they could have showed up earlier, and saved us all from having to deal with an inferior spider-man for two years, but thats besides the point, it seems to me that these new spider-men are here to stay, and the old and terrible one is gone, so to that i say good riddance, and welcome new york, to the web warriors"

The broadcast was over, and with it, any cheer any of them felt. The drink in harry's hand broke, he was shaking slightly.

"I'm gonna kill him." He said, voice calm, masking barely restrained rage.

Eddie repsonded "no, venom only kills criminals, and agent venom doesn't do the killing thing at all, you have my permission to maim him though."

Harry must have taken that as permission because he quickly bounded off towards the daily bugle, symbiote shrouding his body, a couple of web warriors freaked out and made to follow him, them being miles, gwen, and eddie.

Jameson was busy writing his next script when he heard something land in his office, he turned over to see a man in an armored black suit with a spider logo.

"Ah, agent venom, to what do i owe the pleasure? I hope you're not here to ask for a jo-hrnnk" he was cut off as he was lifted off the floor by black tendrils that came from the suit.

"You peace of shit." Harrys voice was filled with rage.

"What, what did i say!? I praised you and your little troup!" Jonah said in a choked voice.

"You praised us, but still insulted the old spiderman, that's the problem! I don't care what you think about us, but you don't get to talk about the old spidey like that! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU DID TO HIM!" Harrys voice was raising, barely under screeching at this point.

"I don't care what happened to the old spiderman, im just glad that menace is off the streets,good riddance, besides, its not like he's dead right?" Jameson sounded so confidant, it made harry sick.

"HE ALMOST KILLED HIMSELF BECAUSE OF YOU JONAH! I SHOULD POUND YOU INTO A PASTE FOR THE SHIT YOU'VE SAID" harry's voice and the symbiotes were intertwined, and it was incredibly notcible as that little bomb he dropped caused all noises in the office to stop, save for the heavy breathing.

"WELL? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR WHAT YOU DID?! WHAT EXCUSE IS THERE TO TAKE SPIDER-MAN'S PUBLIC IMAGE ILAND TEAR INTO IT! LETS FUCKING HEAR IT JONAH!!"

"I- im sorry, i didn't know, i- i thought he was doing good things for the wrong reasons." Jameson said, the excuse rung hollow.

"NEWS FLASH ASSHOLE, DOING THE RIGHT THINGS FOR THE WRONG REASONS STILL MEANS DOING THE RIGHT THING!!! I DON'T EVER HEAR YOU RAG ON DEADPOOL! NO, NO YOU DON'T EVER GET TO TALK TO SPIDERMAN LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN GODDAMNIT!"

"Why do you even care, spiderman hasn't been seen for months!, how would you wven he tried to..." jameson was struggling for air, the tendrils wrapping tighter, until suddenly he was dropped, and slammed into the wall and covered in webbing.

The suit dropped revealing harry osborn, looking like hell, he was no less terrifying without the suit. "BECAUSE YOU WASTE OF SPACE, I KNOW THE OLD SPIDERMAN PERSONALLY, HE'S BEST FREIND! IM GONNA TURN YOU INTO FERTALIZER" he was incensed, jonah was afraid he might actually do it.

Harry reared his arm back, coating it in the symbiote, when the symbiote suddenly attach tendrils to the opposite walls, restraining his arm, he looked at his arm in fury, then his shoulders dropped, as well his head, his eyes shadowed, and he said.

"Come out you two, get it over with."

Miles dropped down from the ceiling, dropping invisibilty, and the second agent venom came in throught window.

"Hey jonah, for the record, i think harry should get to turn you into a smear on the wall, but y'know, no kill rule and all that." Flash said, hugging harry.

"Hey jonah, stick around, don't insult the og spidey anymore, please, the old spidey was my mentor, and my freind, he was- he is a hero. No one deserves to have their memory tarnished. " Miles said, ushering towards the window. They all left silently.

Jonah was left stuck to the wall for three hours before the webbing stopped, he had a couple things to think about tonight.

Unknown to everyone the event had been recorded, and was all over social media by the next day.

People weren't happy to hear what had nearly become of the old spiderman, the public became furious at the daily bugle, and anyone saying the old spiderman was bad and good riddance, the other spiders quickly did damage control, saying that the old spider-man wouldn't want anyone attacked over him. It mostly worked. The bugle put out a simple statement a week later, all it said was.

"I am sorry for any and all past statements regarding untruthful and hateful statements towards the original spider-man, any and all false articals involving him will be changed to show what actually happened or simply taken off the shelves."

The public went fucking crazy, j. Jonah jameson fucking apologized, the spiders went more crazy though, as peter was sent a gift from the bugle.

Inside the gift was a poloriod camera, and a spiderman watch, there was a card attached to the top.

It read "i'm sorry parker, you were the best photographer we ever had, it turns out that you might have been an almost as good superhero." Signed by jjj.

Peter set the items down on the table of spidey hq, and looked pointedly at harry.

"So... spiderman is your best freind huh?"peter said sassily

"I didn't think saying that would cause him to find out!" Harry responded defensively.

"You were famously reclusive during high school! Who else could your freind be other than fucking mj!" Peter yelled back.

Everyone was just thankful no one else figured it out. After that things were strangly peaceful.

Sure, new york was no picnic, but with the web warriors out on patrol, covering each others backs, making sure there was always a freind in the freindly neighborhood, things slowly got safer, until eventually... a couple months later...

Three months, it had taken three months of constant study to graduate early, but peter had done it, and as he put his diploma on the wall, he couldn't help but be proud, in his absence, new york had initially gone to shit, but the web warriors picked up the slack for it tenfold, he learned all about them, specifically scarlet and superior, kane and ben respectivly (He had clones! What were the odds!) And he couldn't be prouder of what they had cultivated, all in spite of- no, because of his work as spidey.

He looked down at the mask he now held in his hands, and sighed, putting it away, maybe he would come back someday, but he figured that wasn't anytime soon, things were being taken care of, sure things had gotten dire from time to time, but he could rest easy knowing there would always be a spider-man keeping the neighborhood safe.

And that spider-man didn't have to be Peter parker.

Peter Parker is sick and tired of being treated like trash from all the heroes and decides to quit being Spider-Man. Since then, crime rate is at a all time high in New York and the heroes are losing against the villains. Peter says it’s not his problem anymore.

[thepinkpetalpages]

Jan 08/2025

high school in nyc if fucking wild. let’s start off with the morning it’s 7 am and kids are alr screaming and fighting like damn ya js got here. when i got to school i had to bring my bat since one of my friends needed it for her practice tdy and that was lowkey annoying bc everyone keeps on asking how my season is going when the season ain’t even start. anyway tell me how im in chem and one of my friends is on sum like broski is COMPLETELY off it idk wtv he was on but with the way life is i might need,sum that’s not even the end of my day tho i had to take a history practice regents and do a outline for my english class and i was not having that like i was completely tired. tdy i had enough time to get sum stuff before school so ended up getting sum pepsi, some mints and a back if fruit snacks which i munched on in geo. enough bout school tho tell me why its dumb brick still like this morning the weather app said it felt like 6 and near yonkers it was like -5. im not jacking this weather at all so who ever pissed off elsa do us all a fucking favor and apologize cause u have a whole bunch of ppl pissed off. and most of the ppl in nyc alr pissed off that they charging u to go to manhattan (at least the uber drivers and ppl who have drive to get there) like ya priorities are all types of fucked up. my school gives out coats with the school logo for the students and lemme js say they gave it out at the right time cause damn it’s brick. i was waiting for my friends to finish school so i was inside waiting for them (most schools in nyc have multiple schools in one building) and i was so nice and toasty i was dead bout to take a nap but then they got there and i wished them luck for softball and then went upstairs and when i was there i was like damn lemme handle sum business. i decided to check if the person who hands out working papers was there and she was so now ya girl can officially start working only thing is i’m 15 and most places won’t let u work unless ur 16 but birthday in july so hopefully i can make a little something something before the holidays. i wanna get my dad a gift and buy myself something nice cause im me and deserve it. im one step closer into achieving something (get my first job) on my 2025 vision board. i’m learning italian in school since im early college and tdy we went over grammar (ik i said no more school but that’s basically all i do) and it was lowkey boring mostly cause i was lost i js go by ear not by grammar when speaking especially cause italian is similar to spanish. guys i js remembered sum that happened in my geometry class so basically there’s these 2 baseball boys who always doing something annoying and i don’t pay mind like i’ll say sum slick shit but idrc but tdy they was getting on my last nerve. we have a geo test coming up so im trying to pay extra attention and they js singing loudly like damn this is not broadway or high school musical what are u singing for. then one of the boys who’s in my grade starts to call my name but im like wtv cause he’s js saying “meirda para el liecy” which is shit for the liecy my favorite baseball team when it comes to the dominican league. that’s not what got in my nerve tho what got on my nerves was like the fact he kept saying my name and then that after so after a while it got annoying and ended up cursing him out in Spanish which like high key surprised my teacher cause i’m pretty chill in that class. after all that him and the other baseball boy who’s a senior start talking about how the way i speak spanish is funny and like making fun of the accent i have because im from a rural area so i speak differently then someone who’s from the city. idk why people feel the need to make fun of my spanish especially when they failing like sir u might wanna check ur grades before u check my spanish not to mention i can speak 3 languages meanwhile they can barely grasp onto one. on a good note my dad said he’s taking me to the batting cages and i’m hypeddd.

xoxo,

the pink petal