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[angel-eyes05]

bite the hand (chapter 8)

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pairing: spider-woman!oc x miguel o’hara 

summary: lorena's whole world was taken away from her in the blink of an eye, after she accidentally broke a canon event. lucky for her though, she was able to find a portal watch in her dimension and used it to get out before she glitched out of existence. unfortunately though, running from dimension to dimension, she's been named as an anomaly by the spider society. now, she's constantly on the run from them, their leader in particular. when she eventually gets caught though, she's recruited onto a mission to catch another anomaly who might be from her past. to her dismay though, her partner on this mission is her very captor. will she be able to stop arguing with him for long enough to get the job done?

info: enemies to lovers, maybe a slow burn depending on chapter count, oc is 24 and miguel is 27, both oc and miguel are super sad lmao, they're also both super violent so, they also hate each other what a slay, in regards to my oc you can read her character sheet right here

warnings: there might be spoilers for atsv in this so watch the movie before reading this, i made up some weird rules for miguel's suit and idk if theyre entirely accurate to canon so just go with it, tension lol, cursing, drinking

word count: 3.4k

notes: i gotta start repeating the banners at the top cause i ran out LMAO. also, expect less frequent uploads cause 1) i kinda have low motivation rn and 2) im pretty busy rn (going out, vacations, and doing job applications). writing also gets a little draining for me after a while and i gotta put me first😔✊ ill keep uploading though dw i just gotta do it at my own speed to make sure i dont drop the series cause if i try to push stuff out too fast, im gonna end up dropping it so just bear with me lol. also i didn't proofread this before posting cause its 3:30 when im dropping this, and im so tired lmao

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It was the sun that slithered into the room through the cracks in the blinds that woke her up. Lorena preferred that to the normal wakeup call from a nightmare, or the sounds of honking cars next to her on the street. The way the bed had molded itself to her shape made it impossible for her to move. Almost like it was trapping her in its comfort. Even if the mattress was old, the fact that this had been her first time sleeping in an actual bed, and not a bench, sidewalk, or cot, in months was enough to provide her ease. 

She turned to face the other side of the bed, surprised when no one was in sight. Miguel was probably in the bathroom or something. She was more focused on a different fact: this had been the first sleep in weeks without a nightmare.

Huh. Weird.

She sat up in bed, noticing she was still in her robe from the bathroom. She rubbed the drowsiness off her face as the click of the door lock called her attention. Letting in a stream of early sunlight with him, Miguel walked through the door, pitch black sunglasses covering his eyes, a box in one hand, and a cup tray in the other. “Figured you’d be hungry when you woke up,” he said once he noticed she was awake. He softly kicked the door closed behind him, setting the tray on the desk near the door and the box on the bed. 

Pulled by curiosity, she moved her hands towards the box and opened it to see what was inside. Her mouth immediately started watering when she opened it to see assorted treats such as conchas, bigotes, and mantecadas. “I was in the mood,” Miguel said, pulling the drinks out of the tray. “I didn’t know how much cream or sugar you liked so I just got you black cause that's what I get,” he said, handing the hot cup of coffee to her. 

The smell of the pastries mixed with the coffee was enough to make her want to cry. It reminded of the smells of her aunt’s kitchen in the morning. The bitterness of the coffee stung at her throat, but it was overshadowed by the comfort it brought her. She picked up one of the bigotes, and had to hold back her tears of joy when she took a bite. “Gracias por todo,” she said, mouth full of food and covered in sugar. Miguel smiled at the sight of her. “De nada, cariño,” he said sweetly, taking one of the conchas for himself. 

As he walked away with his food, towards the bathroom, Lorena noticed something about him. “Where’d you get the clothes?” she asked, mouth still filled with food. He was now wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt. “It’s part of my suit,” he responded, fixing his hair in the bathroom mirror. “¿Cómo?” He sighed. “Remember what I said about the whole nanotech thing last night?” “Yeah, what about it?” Suddenly, the shirt and sweatpants shifted into his blue and red suit just before her eyes. “Woah…” she exclaimed in awe. “I can change its appearance as long as the outfit is downloaded to my suit’s database.” “Oh,” Lorena expressed, even if she still didn’t fully understand what he was talking about. 

“Why’d you get to be born in the crazy, futuristic dimension with all the fancy tech,” she complained to herself, just loud enough for Miguel to hear. “Why, do you want one?” he asked, in between a small chuckle. “I mean it would be nice to wear something other than a tight spandex suit for once,” Lorena joked, getting an actual laugh out of Miguel for once. Lorena blushed and smiled at his reaction. “Well lucky for you, you’re gonna need one for tonight,” he responded. “What do you mean?” she asked, after taking a sip from her coffee. 

He tossed her a small, golden chain. “The outfit should form around that chain. I had Lyla upload different outfits for the day, since she probably knows better than I do. When you’re ready, put it on.” Lorena admired the golden material. She was lucky she wasn’t a silver jewelry girl. “So what’s on the to-do list for today,” she said, still looking at the chain. “Stay undercover for the majority of the day, then head over to the Moonlit River club at night. Lyla should have that outfit uploaded by now,” he responded, brushing his teeth with the provided amenities in the motel. 

“Why, are you finally deciding to take me out dancing to pay me for my troubles,” she joked, taking a sip of coffee after. Miguel spit out his toothpaste and sighed. “Brock meets up there on Thursday nights to trade weapons.”

Silence filled the space between them.

She knew this day had to come. She just wasn’t expecting it to be so soon. 

“I see,” was all she could manage to say, before taking another sip of her coffee.

Miguel could feel the turmoil radiating off of her from the bathroom. He washed out his mouth, and splashed a bit of water on his face before walking over to her. He pushed the box of pastries to the side, and took a seat in front of her on the sheets.

“Mirarme,” he softly spoke, using his pointer finger to guide her eyes to his. She looked up at him, trying her best not to get lost in the crimson shade of his eyes. “I-” He cut himself off before he could continue. He melded her hand into his before speaking again. “I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again. I want you to know that if this becomes too much for you…you can back out.” His inflection was weird. As if he didn’t want her to, but still wanted to keep her comfortable. A wrestling match between what he wanted and what was best for her. 

“And I’ve said it before too. I’m not running away from this,” Lorena said back, voice strong. “Ok. Just know if things get bad for you in there, I’ve got your back,” he said, concern in his voice. He had also found his eyes roaming her face, not realizing they had both subconsciously moved closer to each other. “And I’ve got yours too,” she said back. Once he had realized Lorena’s robe was loose enough to see inside to her chest, Miguel cleared his throat and got up from the bed quickly. 

“I’m gonna go into town, see if I can pick up any information on the street. You can do whatever you want until its time, but make sure to-” “Yeah, yeah, lay low. Relax big guy, I’ve got this,” she cut him off, reassuringly. He exited the room quickly, like he was in a rush to get away from her. He was gone for almost the rest of the day. 

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About 8pm that night. 

Miguel was outside in the main room of the motel while Lorena was getting herself ready in the bathroom. Miguel had gone out earlier and bought her some cheap makeup and perfume from a local drugstore, a sweet gesture. 

Once she finished with her makeup and straightening up her hair, she tapped on the middle part of her gold chain, causing a menu to pop up. She scrolled through the options until she came across the last one, labeled by Lyla as “night time😉”. She clicked on the option, as she watched in awe as her casual t-shirt and sweatpants shifted into her outfit for the night. A tight black dress, cut asymmetrically to show one of her thighs, and a turtle neck part detached from the rest of the dress, with glove-like sleeves. This feature allowed for the perfect peephole towards her chest. Lorena had a feeling Lyla would try to do some matchmaking with her outfit.

With a quick spritz of perfume, a double check of her face in the mirror, and quickly putting on a black headband for her hair, Lorena quickly exited the bathroom. Miguel was standing there, waiting by the door and checking his portal watch. He was sporting a black, silk, button up shirt, tucked into black dress pants. The fact that the shirt was way too tight for him was accentuated by his muscles sculpted by the fabric and the fact that the first two buttons were open. His eye was caught by Lorena when she stepped out of the bathroom, his mouth slightly agape in awe and his eyes almost stuck to her.

“It’s flashy, I know. But it’s better that I fit in,” she said, trying to divide the tension in the room as she walked closer to him. “I-...um,” he stammered. “At a loss for words for once O’Hara?” she teased. Noticing a stray hair on the top of his head, she reached up to him to push it back. “Quédate quieto,” she commanded softly, while she stuck the piece back into the gel, trying to ignore how he was admiring her. 

“There you go. Ahora te ves guapo,” she teased, patting his chest with her hand. Miguel still had that stupid smile on his face. “Y te ves hermosa,” he said softly, and with utter sincerity. 

She couldn’t tell if she was caught more off guard with his words of affirmation, or the fact that the blush quickly forming on her cheeks was confirming her secret love of it. 

Clearing her throat, she unlocked the door, opened it, and gestured her hand to outside. “Lead the way big guy.” He smirked at her as he walked outside. He even got the courage to offer her his hand. This confidence was quickly deflated when she smacked away his hand, giggling to herself as she took the lead down the stairs. 

The night life of the city was bustling on the streets. Couples together, arm in arm, surely walking to a fancy restaurant for a night out. Lines forming outside of nightclubs, patrons with an urgency to get in. Everyone walking down the street with their own story to tell, just like Lorena. 

After walking for a couple of miles, the bright, neon blue sign shone in front of the entrance. The door was a mahogany red, with three stairs leading down to the entrance. But opposite to Miguel’s eagerness to get inside by opening the door, Lorena slightly froze, eyes blank. 

This was it. It was going to happen. Whether she was ready or not.

“Hey.” Miguel’s calm voice pulled her back to reality. “Stay with me. Okay?” He held out his large hand for her. This time, she decided to take it. “And remember to try and fit in,” he added. Her smile quickly turned sour and annoyed.

The atmosphere was loud, a mixture of people talking and the bass of the music filling the room. The fact that the lights were out didn’t seem to matter much with the amount of strobe and neon lights flashing within the bar. Lorena noticed Miguel quickly putting on a pair of sunglasses hidden in his jacket pocket. “I thought you said we needed to fit in,” Lorena stated as the two walked towards a high top near the bar. “I did. And?” “You really think you’re blending in with a pair of sunglasses on indoors? At night? In a club?” Lorena joked. “The lights hurt my eyes,” Miguel said, puppy dog hurt. Lorena had to fight to contain the laughter rising in her chest.

Once they sat down, and the reality of events settled down on Lorena, she began to look around the club. People sprayed out on couches, drunkenly conversing or making out. People out on the dance floor. Men walking into booths in the back, shielded by curtains. Eddie was probably in one of those. “I’m heading to the bar. You want anything?” Miguel asked, snapping her out of her daze. “Uhhhh, just get me something strong,” she brushed off, still not entirely paying attention. He shrugged and walked off to the bar. 

Lorena continued to inspect the area, her thoughts bouncing all over the place. What did this Eddie look like? Did he have black hair instead? Was his voice higher? Her Eddie always had a particularly deep tone. Smooth like silk as well. She would spend days on end focusing on the way he would say a single sentence back when she was first crushing on him. Would he act like her Eddie? She realized quickly she probably wouldn’t get the opportunity to find out. She didn’t necessarily want to find out anyways.

…

Would she have to kill him again? Would Miguel make her?

The smack of the glass on the table brought her back to reality. “You weren’t really specific, so I just got you a negroni,” Miguel said, open bottle of beer in his hand. Without a second thought, Lorena downed half the glass just then, proven to be a mistake with how strong the drink actually was. Her mouth curled inwards as her eyes shut closed, letting out a few coughs quickly after. 

Miguel laughed slightly, and slammed his hand against her back to help her cough. “What the fuck was that?” “Hey, you told me to get you something strong!” Miguel defended. “I thought you were gonna get me a margarita or something,” Lorena said, rubbing her chest with her hand. “Haven’t had alcohol in more than a year and you hit me with that straight away,” she said to herself. Subconsciously, he handed her his bottle. “Take a sip of that then.” She smiled to herself as she put her lips to the bottle and took a good sip of the beer. “Better?” he asked, like she was a child. “Yes, thank you for your charity sir, you’re so kind,” she responded sarcastically. 

“Find anything interesting yet?” Miguel asked, taking back the bottle. Lorena’s eyes went back to the curtains. “Those booths back there look promising. Are we sure he’s here yet though?” Lorena asked. “I have a hunch.” Lorena looked up at Miguel, annoyance on her face. “We’re going…off of a hunch?” “Just trust me on this okay.” Lorena sighed and took another sip of her own drink, wincing again when she put it back down. 

Her eyes were drawn away from the drapes and over to the lit up dance floor. She had always been the first one to bring her friends to dance with her when she was younger. Seeing it again brought feelings flooding back to her heart. Spontaneously, she jumped up from her chair and held out her hand to Miguel. “...What are you doing?” he asked, incredibly confused. 

“You said we had to blend in, right? We’ll do that better if we’re out there dancing,” she said. “Oh, no way. I don’t dance, chiquita,” he said, almost embarrassed. “Oh come on, for someone with your build? You’ve definitely danced before. Don’t be a debby downer Miggy,” she encouraged, both of them caught slightly off guard by the nickname slip. He rolled his head back, wiped his hands over his face, and let out a deep, annoyed groan. Once he stood up though and took her hand, it was impossible for Lorena to lose the smile growing on her face. “You’re taking the lead though, Loré,” he said, having come up with a nickname for her as well. She hoped the sunglasses he had on would keep him from seeing the blush on her face.

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They didn’t.

Hand in hand, Lorena led Miguel over to the brightly lit floor, music blasting in the speakers next to them. Miguel stook out like a sore thumb, his huge build making him extremely identifiable among the other strangers on the floor. Lorena fit right in though, immediately beginning to dance to the blasting music. Miguel tried his best to copy her moves, but ended up looking like a fool. “You were right, you really aren’t that good at this,” Lorena teased. “Ha ha, very funny,” Miguel said monotonically. As the music changed slowly to a slower pace, they noticed the people around them grouping to dance into a pairs. She looked up to Miguel. He raised his eyebrow at her, asking her without words. Her smile was confirmation, as they inched towards each other. 

Almost as if they were pre-programmed to do so, Lorena wrapped her arms around Miguel’s neck, and his wrapped around her hips. They swayed together slowly to the music, melting into each others touch. He rested his head on her shoulder, his hot breath leaving goosebumps on her skin.

“This isn’t my wheelhouse,” he quietly whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “Why, better when other music is playing?” she whispered back sarcastically. “Everyone here’s lucky they aren’t playing salsa right now, or I’d be stealing the show.” Lorena let out a laugh. “Is that so?” He nodded, a huge smirk on his face. “I’m more of mambo person myself,” she responded. He smiled at her remark. “You’ll have to teach me some day.”

She struggled to keep the smile on her face as those words entered her head. You’ll have to teach me some day. She hadn’t even begun to think about it. What she would do after this mission was over. The whole point of doing this was so she could be granted her freedom. She wanted it so badly a couple of days ago. But now. She hadn’t even thought of staying as a possibility. Because to her, it wasn’t. She couldn’t invade Miguel’s life like that. She wasn’t even 100% sure how she felt about him, much less on how he felt about her. Besides, no matter how much she just wanted to settle down with someone. To live an actual life. She didn’t deserve it. 

Pulling away from him was like separating herself from her source of life, but she did it anyways. “You okay?” Miguel asked concerned. “Yeah, I just gotta freshen up for a second,” she said, wiping her nose. She turned around quickly to get away. Too quickly though, bumping into someone’s back on her way to the bathroom. 

Knocked off her balance, and her headband knocked out of her hair, she fell to the floor on her ass. “Sorry about that,” she said, slightly dissociated, reaching out for her headband. The stranger also reached down to help with her headband. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it gorgeous.”

Her heart dropped to her stomach.

That voice.

“Don’t lose your heart.”

She desperately wanted to keep her eyes glued to the floor. She didn’t want to look at him. But she had to keep her cover up. So she did, as slowly as she could though. And it was the worst possibly outcome.

He looked just like him. Strawberry blonde hair. Deep blue eyes. Small scar just above right eyebrow. His bottom two teeth fighting for room on the bottom row of his mouth. There was only one difference though. One of her favorite parts about him. This Eddie was missing his freckles. His beautiful light brown freckles.

She gave the stranger with her dead boyfriend’s face a strained smile while she grabbed her headband and rushed behind to the door. Her own brain pounding in her head was too loud for her to hear Miguel as she nearly ran passed him. She slammed the door to the outside open as she took in the air like it was her first breath ever. Even if she was outside now, she kept running. She sprinted down the streets, not taking any of her surroundings into account. She saw him in everyone’s face. His ghost had always been haunting her, but she wasn’t ready for him to move from behind her back to in front of her face. She ran so far and so fast until her legs ached, and even after that. She didn’t even know where she was going. She didn’t care. She just needed to get away from him as quickly as possible. Even if that meant leaving Miguel behind too. 

Her sprint was interrupted when her foot was caught in a change in the elevation on the sidewalk. Her face slammed into the concrete sidewalk, scraping her cheek and her knees. She used the rest of her strength, all drained out from her bolting, to crawl into a nearby alley. She made her way to the back and slunk down into the corner, hoping to meld into the brick behind her. Especially if it meant she never had to see him again.

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a/n: THIS TOOK ME SO LONG OH MY GOD. sorry if i messed some stuff up with the drinks, i dont drink so i really have no idea (im just a stoner instead lmao). UGH BUT I THINK THIS WAS MY FAVORITE CHAPTER TO WRITE I LOVED IT AND I HOPE YOU GUYS DID TOO

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[kuichihimei]

“I try so hard to be so happy, are you happy too?

Doo, doo, doo, doo”

0:56───•─────── 04:46

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It was a nice, Saturday afternoon, Randy was preparing to leave for a date with Theresa, until Miguel (their second oldest and his right-hand man) stops him.

“Aalis ka na ba po?” (Are leaving already?)

“Yes, ano pa ba yung kailangan mo?” (Yes, what else do you need?) Randy said, while putting shoes on.

“Looking like that? Hindi ka pa nga po nag-suklay eh...” (Looking like that? You didn't even comb your hair yet...)

“I don't care, I'm leaving.” Heading towards the door. “Don't let anyone in while I'm out.”

“Wait— Hold on!” Miguel tries to catching up to him.

“Alteast let me comb, it... Please?”

Randy stares at his little brother's gimmick for a good moment and just coos at him. “Awww, fiiiine~ Bihira ka lang naman nagiging sweet sa akin, kaya hayaan ko na lang!” (It's not everyday that you're being very sweet, so I'll allow it!)

“Great, so we can finally tame that Pineapple hair of yours for once!”

“Aaaand there goes the sweet moment...”

He still lets Miguel comb his hair though, but it still looked like a Pineapple after combing it...

After Randy left the house, he walks towards the old fast-food joint that was around the corner, where he would wait for Theresa.

The time was 2:07, they initially agreed to meet up at 2:30, but he wanted to be early so he could surprise her this time.

Theresa arrived 10 minutes shortly after, originally expecting him to be late or arrive while fighting a giant robot or monster or something.

Much to her joy and relief however, Randy could be seen sitting at one of the tables, excitedly waving at her to come take a seat.

Even if the place was a little bit crusty, it was really nice!

The air smelt like slightly burnt meat and probably had a few healthcare violations here and there, but that's the charm to it. It was also severely understaffed, but that's not gonna cause a problem right?...

“You're early!”

“I know! Thank cheese I finally got laid off from most of my NKB's today!”

“I'm sorry, but NKB...?”

“Ninja, Kuya and Biffer. The littles suggested it to me and it was a pretty solid acronym so, why not?”

“Neat! Speaking of the littles, how are they?”

“Rowdy as ever, especially since they learned sarcasm from Howard!”

The two hit it off pretty nicely, they talked about an assortment of things, while ordering some burgers and chilli fries.

“And then, she flooded the honking bathroom! Can you believe it⁈” Randy rambles about an incident that happened at Aira's school.

“I can't even— How can someone so small, cause so much chaos and destruction in a matter of minutes⁈” Theresa chuckled in disbelief.

“Oi lovebirds, your order's ready! Come and get it!” The cook yells from the counter. (Did I mention that the joint only has one employee?)

“Theresa stay right here, I'll go get our order.”

“No I'll do it, you stay put!”

“But you're already paying for the burgers! Let me do it!”

“Nuh uh honey, you're already paying for the fries, it's only fair if I get our order.”

“Are we really going to do this cliché where we playfully fight over who's going to get the food?”

“Perhaps... Nah, I'm just kidding, we could just get our order together.”

And that they did.

Everything was going great, they continued their conversation while approaching the counter.

“I'm really happy with how our date is going! Are you happy too?”

“Of course I am, Randy! There's not a single stanked soul in sight!”

Theresa's statement was short-lived however, since the employee who called them earlier got stanked.

The monster destroyed the counter, proceeded to yeet their food away (don't worry they were in paper bags) and busted through the door, going on a rampage towards town.

“Hohhh, boy... Sorry Theresa I—”

“It's Ninja O' Clock, go do your thing...” She disappointedly encourages him to go.

Randy immediately suits up, a blinding red light flashes from behind her.

“I promise it'll be a quick fight, then we could continue with our date!” He says while running off to fight the stanked employee.

Theresa just watched him go without a word... Sighing, she looks for the greasy bag with their order in the rubble, walks outside and sits on the pavement.

‘I wonder if he'll keep his word this time...’

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[bluesandboos]

BESTIE ANON IDK IF YOU'RE STILL HERE BUT I AM AND I STILL HAVE MORE CONTENT FOR PART 2

another line break so im not annoying ppl!

here are some more immaculate vibes because, you know, they were immaculate!!

okay, so then people started to clear out but i managed to capture my man dibu!! on the tv ofc not irl. he was crying :( (but also :) you know)

and we headed out of the park to start walking... somewhere. i think there were some tourist sights nearby so we thought we'd just knock those off while we were in the area. but the people were beginning to party!! (as they should). the honking was non stop. im 99% sure that people got into their cars just to drive around and honk and be happy.

unfortunately i couldn't make my fam stay to watch the whole trophy ceremony because they aren't Football Minded and Built Different like me (it was super hot that day and we were hungry so we kinda wandered around looking for food and here's some vids i have) (very unnecessary side note but at one stoplight, a very cutie young man rolled down his window and showed me a heart symbol with his hands and these days i have very little faith in men but holy shit in that moment i Fell In Love. that's what that messi magic does to you i guess)

(we went to the jardin japonés bc it was on our way, which is supposed to be very nice and peaceful with all this lovely greenery and koi ponds but literally all you could hear was the honking)

PEOPLE WERE GOING CRAZY (as they motherfucking SHOULD ofc) and obviously drinking so we got some fun sights like this (don't know if you can tell, but it was like ~13 people on one car that they drove off in)

our airbnb was about three quarters of a mile from the obelisco, so we were heading towards there but little did we know that the entire population of buenos aires (probably argentina) was walking there as well. THERE WAS SO MANY PEOPLE

and everyone was just so happy! singing, dancing, vibing, drinking. immaculate vibes had returned.

also we tried to go to mostaza to get a dibu burger but the line was too long :(

i kept wanting to party with everyone at the obelisco but my fam was all like "no. you will die. or your phone will get stolen and we won't be able to find you" and i was like "that will be best death and i don't care" and they were like "-_- stfu we're going home" and i was like :(

we kept trying to find dinner but everything shut down early. i think restaurant/store owners were nervous about overcrowding/crowds getting rowdy? we ended up buying a bunch of chips/instant noodles through the security door of a convenience store lmao

^in this vid, the mass of people are all headed to a train station. i think you can kind of hear them singing? but yes, as you can imagine "muchachos" was on blast.

and then this was the headline of the newspaper i saw at a cafe the next day :)

(honestly i should've stolen it as a souvenir but 1) i am not a thief, especially in a foreign country and 2) an older gentleman wanted it after i was done. also i don't speak/read/understand spanish very well)

and, well, that was the day of the final. literally the best day of my life.

i WISH we could have been there for the parade, but unfortunately we left very early on the morning of 12/20 to go to patagonia

literally as we were about to fly out of AEP (the domestic airport in ba), la scaloneta was flying into EZE (international airport), allllll the way across town. i'd actually been tracking their flight all day because they were supposed to land AT AEP very close to when we were supposed to leave and we were nervous we'd have a hard time making our flight if the crowd was too much. fortunately/(unfortunately for me bc i wanted to catch a glimpse), they re-routed to EZE and instead i got watch them disembark on a tv playing at AEP.

so for approximately 30 glorious minutes, leo messi and i were in the same city. like an hour away from each other. (this is the second time in my life leo messi and i have been in the same city. the first time was in march 2021 when i went on vacation in paris. unfortunately the people i went with did not want to go to a psg match because they are Lame. also i have standards and did not want my first live professional football match to be a psg game lmao)

ALSO LMAO all they were playing on the tvs at the airport were replays of the game. and people really got into it too, cheering at the penalties as if they didn't know what was gonna happen. but of course, it is an Objectively Good Game as well.

and bestie, that is pretty much it. a summary of the Greatest Day of My Life. literally altered my brain chemistry. i was always a Messi Stan of course, but being in ba turned up the dial a lot more and now im somehow even more obsessed. i even created this blog! im following twitter accounts that report Breaking News that anto may not be enrolling the kids in a parisian school (messi to barca confirmed!!!). the other day i read an unverified tweet that messi was going to sign with PSG for one year, go to MLS, and then play in the 2026 wc and it put me into a depression for the rest of my night. my delusion is at an all time high.

also i still have the shoe tan from the uncomfy walking sandals i wore that day

but it was all worth it :) my off-brand messi jersey is the greatest thing i own even though it's lacking that newest star.

like i said before, im not argentine/from argentina, but on that day, in true gianni infantino meme format (may he suck a dick), i felt argentine

also i ate the GOAT chips. bc i had to, ofc. he's the GOAT

also argentina is a beautiful country!! i highly encourage everyone who is able to visit

thank you for asking me bestie anon and letting me get on my soapbox :) i hope this ask satisfied you even though i talked too much and probably added way more details than you wanted lol. this was so much fun to type out and reminisce :) im sad it's over, i wanna go back!! but isok, we got the third star and everything is good :)

[sunnysynthsunshine]

Poem for Pontypandy

(I decided to write this for the anniversary of the Fireman Sam series (which was November 17th), a show I've been revisiting and hyper fixating on, I couldn't get this finished for the day, so here it is now.)

There is a town in the welsh valley It’s quite quaint and quiet Most of the time There’s the town gossip running the corner shop Who’s sassy, always airing the dirty laundry She has a son who’s quite the mischievous Scamp, using the town’s pavement as his skateboard ramp As curious as a cat, tinkering and fumbling when told not to do so this can land him in danger The silly pratt Across the road there’s a cafe Owned by an Italian lady Her beaded necklace and decorative dress Shows such class, She gives her cat a drink The local bus driver gives her a wink His idea of flirting is dismissed without a think Nearby a lad with a pompadour works a cooker The pancake lands on his face instead of the plate silent breeze is replaced with a loud crackling, roaring blaze, Yelps and screams are overheard from the corner shop Where the local fire brigade make their next stop The sirens blare while the firefighters prepare With their hoses and BA gear seems severe rising from the windows Two tackled the inferno while one looked To see if anyone was stuck inside It was the prankster lad from before shaking like a scared lamb But he’ll be ok, he was saved by Fireman sam Flames were put out Dilys rambled and spout Sam got some ointment and a bandage To ease an injury Being able to confidently rush into Disasterous situations like that Would make most others jittery But not Sam Tan He’s full of bravery Whether he’s fighting flames Up in the mountains Sailing along the sea Only he and his team Can deal with the anarchy of Pontypandy I remember watching his adventures Countless times on tv While I was scared of fire His lessons sparked curiosity and perhaps some gender envy I initially brushed this off as Nostalgic, fond memories But years on as I reflect He was always there with me safety tips were kept in mind At the right times his classic to 2000s design Was quite pleasing to my eye When I think about what I find Attractive, I wonder why suspenders, redheads and slicked quiff hairstyles are such a common theme? I once had a dental surgery fear It made fire seem tame While waiting for the dreadful day I revisited that imaginary valley, those charming stop-motion puppets made me so happy Settling the anxiety Years after the recovery The little welsh guy who fights a blaze Has taught me to feel less afraid A comfort character can have so much power Like a rainbow during a rainy shower To be honest, his retro face makes me blush He was my first fictional crush Gives me such a euphoric rush His series has made such a global impact Young People and adults now know How to tackle dangerous scenarios Due to lessons from the episodes The series started during a time Of riots, havoc and paraffin heaters These friendly cartoon faces Got the 80s and 90s generation To persevere And make the world a bit safer 35 years on and he’s still going strong Driving Jupiter along, honking the horn The Pontypandy fire brigade have Been saving lives for decades With their man of the hour The hero next door Fireman Sam!

[thatyamiguy-blog]

Gwen’s fun, Ben’s stinky bum (Ben 10)

With the benefit of hindsight Ben would of never of accepted Gwen's wager one bright and sunny Saturday morning, But instead when Gwen made the claim that she could kick Ben's butt in a best of 7 series in his new sumo slammer game, with the loser having to face public humiliation in just a diaper, he accepted without thinking. It had helped his choice that he'd just spent a summer of her tormenting him whenever she could over his need of bed time diapers, even locking him out of the rust bucket a few times and thus he was eager to see her bawling her eyes out in a diaper, but really he should of known something was up when she picked HIS game for the bet. He didn't though and while these thoughts ran though his head as she schooled him (dropping that she had actually been practicing for 7 hours a day to set up this little bet) he was a man of his word and soon found himself in a diapers and a light blue t-shirt that read 'number one nappy baby' It wasn't even one of his pull up style bed time diapers either, Gwen had clearly decided to go all in and so as they made their way to the park Ben was waddling in the the thick white and green diaper that kept his knees from even getting close to touching, Gwen carrying a diaper bag over one shoulder and Ben having all sorts of bad feelings about how this was going to go down. "Do..Do I even WANNA know why you picked such a thick diaper?" he asked as they walked (well waddled in his case.) "oh there are a few reasons, But while I explain them, you look a little thirsty.." Gwen said, smirking as kids playing in yards stopped and pointed to laugh and they got more then a few honks from cars. She pulled out a large baby bottle filled with a pinkish looking fluid and handed it to Ben who again, showed he wasn't one for thinking his action's though and took it and started to nurse on it. "First of all, I picked these super thick diapers JUST for you because I want there to be ZERO doubt what you are, a big dumb nappy baby." She said with utter glee in her voice. "Secondly, I'm willing to alter the terms of the bet with you.. Instead of a whole hour at the park in your big puffy diapie." and she paused to pat his butt, making Ben whine around his ba-ba. "I'll go down to half a hour...IF you can keep the diapie clean. sounds fair right?" Ben, who was chugging the actually very sweet tasting drink down like a glutton nodded, that did seem fair. no way he would use the diaper after all. "Butttt~ if you make tinkles in your diapies, I'm adding 10 minutes. and if you go super dumb big baby, I'm tacking on 20. and finally, if widdle Benny destroyer's him's diapie sooo bad I need to change him, you're getting a hour tacked on." She cackled. Ben pulled the ba-ba out of his mouth at that and shook his head, they were almost at the park now and wouldn't you know it, it was just full of kids today! "W-what? No way!" Ben huffed. "what, does widdle Benny not think he can keep him's diapies clean? are you THAT much of a baby you can't hold it for half a hour?" Gwen challenged. "I-I can hold it!" Ben huffed out. "then why the huffiness? I think deep down you know you CAN'T hold it because your just a big stupid baby." Gwen said. "I CAN HOLD IT! YOUR ON!" Ben yelled, and as Gwen smirked and they drew even more stares from the boys and girls on the park's playground, he couldn't help but feel maybe, just maybe he'd been played again.

While Gwen used a combination of magic and fast talking to smooth over Ben's attire with the adults who were supervising at the park's playground, Ben found himself the center of attention by the smaller boys and girls, all of them asking a bunch of questions and tossing in teasing barbs, and more then one hand patting his butt though when he';d turn around to tell them to stop it would just open his puffy rear for more butt pats. "Are you like, special or something?" "Why would you come out like this?" "Ha! what a big dumb baby!" "Aww! so cute!" "ha! my little brother is 3 and even HE doesn't wear diapers anymore!" "Please tell me you're not gonna stink this place up.." "DO you wanna come play house with us?" All this and more and Ben was blushing red as a cherry and found himself getting over whelmed, crying out for Gwen who came over and shoo'ed the kids off. "heh, gonna be ok there nappy baby?" she asked, Patting his back to soothe him as far as he would be able to tell, but really activating the witches brew she'd tricked him into drinking. She wasn't skilled enough to just get him to load and soak his pampers all on her own, but the drink he had chugged down DID give her the needed access to make the magic happen and for bonus irony..the potion had to be drank willingly which Ben had done. Now she could load him up at anytime but decided that for maxim fun, she'd let him get close to getting out of the diapers before going to town on his bladder and bowels. There was a SMALL risk with the potion and spell combo she had picked for today's fun of ruining Ben's control and making him need diapers for the rest of his life but in her mind, that sounded like HIS problem, not hers. "Y-yeah I'll be fine..can we um.. just go play or something?" Ben said, not knowing just how doomed he was, and just wanting to do something to make time fly by. "heh, of course~"

Picking the swing set Gwen was disappointed that Ben couldn't fit in the baby swing due to his massive diaper, making her a victim of her own success. Still it was semi fun getting the doofus on a swing and being the one to push him, if for no other reason then Ben quickly seemed to lose his big kid mindset and went al little guy, crying out 'higher! higher!' and giggling up a storm. Gwen kept a eye on the time which bit he in the ass as she had been kicking her watch when Ben had come back and taken a face full of diaper butt knocking her on her ass, and Ben just giggled like crazy. 'you think that's funny huh?!' she thought, dropping her plans to hold off on messing with his control and filling his bladder up to the brim. 'laugh off THIS!' Ben went from laughing and teasing about hos Butt beats witch, like it was rock scissors paper then yelped and dragged his feet,trying to slow himself down on the swing as he had to take leak so bad he could almost swear his back teeth were floating! "A-Ah! Nuh!" Ben cried out, his hands going to the front of his diaper, tiny spurts of tinkle escaping as he shook and fought a losing battle. "Heh, what's wrong Ben? don't tell me your gonna use your diapie already! it's only been 9 minutes!" Gwen said, getting LOTS of attention. "I..I..H-How about a mulligan?" Ben asked, rocking back and forth and showing impressive control all things considered, though that just meant Gwen wanted his downfall to be even worse and with a slight gesture Ben's bowels would be as packed as if he'd gone to a all you can eat chilli fry place. "Well I suppose so..I won't count the first wetting on you..as long as you don't go." Gwen started, and gave Ben's bowels a extra push. "Poopie." even as she said the word Ben's Bladder gave in, rapidly soaking the front of the diapers and making little storm clouds appear on the front of the white portion of the diaper, but any minor relief was off set by a thunder poot and then a sputtering fart and Ben's bowels decided to join the 'let's trash this diaper' party. "A-Ah! No! I'm going poopie!" Ben cried out, getting roars of laughter from the crowd, though it turned to disgust as while the thick diapers were holding in the huge load firing out of Ben's poor hole, they couldn't hold in the stink. baseball sized lumps were puffing out the diaper and smiley faces with X's for eyes and tongue sticking out were appearing on the back of his diaper even as he semi rose a bit on the swing before the diaper sagged over the front and back of it. "Geez Ben, I offer a deal and you take it as a chance to destroy your diaper? and what the hell did you eat!?" Gwen complained, holding her nose and groaning.  this was one part of her plan that she hadn't planned for and was reminding herself next time she did this to Ben to remove her sense of smell before hand. "I-I can't stop going dookie!" Ben cried, and let out more thunderous and wet poot's. Viewers would argue and disagree on what happened next, but there were two main theories on it. One was that the weight and mass of his diaper mess caused Ben who might of been trying to get up to lose balance and trip and land face down in the sand around the swing set. the more juvenile (and ergo had more supporters) theory was the force of the last series of farts had somehow launched him forward. the end result was Ben knocking himself loopy in any case and declaring himself the poopiest big dumb baby ever, a title everyone could agree he deserved and many doubted he would have a challenger to the crown.

Ben came out of la-la land with a squish, and realized that he was on a teeter totter with Gwen, and might of been so for awhile. his hands were gripping the hand hold and despite his best efforts he could seem to let go. "hey, look who back! have fun in la-la land smelly?" Gwen asked, smirking. "you were babbling on and on about how stinky diaper smushs..how did you put it.. oh! 'Da bestest fing evar! Gwen, pwease pway wiff me and wet me smush mah huggies!'" Gwen said, switching to a unflattering derp sounding voice while quoting Ben. "T-There is no way I said t-THAT!" Ben huffed and then cried out as Gwen bounced up, making him land hard with anther gross squish. "Hey, I have MORE then enough witnesses to prove I'm not lying, even if they are staying out of the stink zone." Gwen said, looking over her shoulder, keeping the fun going. "Back me up guys!" she called. The kids who had stayed laughed and nodded and confirmed her story and Gwen turned back to Ben who was getting a little green in the face from his bouncing. "see? And honestly, i think i deserve a BIG thank you for doing this, it's not exactly easy being around you when you smell like a dumpster full of dirty diapers." she said, making a disgusted face. "I..I.." bounce and lift. "I'm Sorry for.." bounce and lift. "M-making you smell this.." Bounce and lift. "H-How long do I have left in-" Bounce and lift. "Diapie?" Ben asked, the diaper felt like it was on it's last legs and he could see a clock around to see the time and wasn't sure how long he'd been all derp. truthfully Ben's time in the diaper was up, he'd been out of it for a LONG time, having gone down a slide and having begged for stinky diaper spankings, a act that had gotten some kids taken home by parents and others to have just decided the fun had passed their kink threshold. "You've got about anther 15 minutes left." Gwen lied. "Do you think you'll be able to make it or just want a change now?" "I..I..I wanna try and tough it out.." Ben mewed. he could make it 15 minutes, he was sure of it and then this would ALL be over and he could just go home and take a long nap and forget about all of this. "Hmm Ok, but on the off chance that diaper gives up, we better get you somewhere safe." She said, getting off of the teeter totter while Ben was up in the air and sending him crashing down Hard, almost sending him BACK into la-la land but somehow he held on. Sucking on his thumb and doing a cowboy walk for lack of a better term, Ben let Gwen take his free hand and lead him towards the public bathroom and the crowd of left over kids parted out of the way. "heh, Mosses doesn't have nothing on you huh stinky?" Gwen teased. Ben just whimpered and sucked harder on his thumb, drool going down his chin. Once in the boys room Gwen directed Ben over to one of the potties and he stopped in front of it and turned, giving her a questioning look. "Yeah i know, seems silly but hey, if you leak it'll go in there." she said. he pulled his thumb out to argue but Gwen just rolled her eyes and pushed him backwards, making him land with a squish and the diaper to force wedge itself into the bowl and suck up the water in there. "Oh shut up, who cares what you think you stupid diaper filling baby!" She snapped. "A-ah! Gweeeeen! the potty water i-" Ben went to say and Gwen pulled out a pacifier from the bag, with a nice large nipple that would keep Ben from being able to talk and popped it in, adding a enchantment to stimulate his nursing urge and he suckled away. "you know Ben..when I planned this all out I never thought it would go QUITE this good. I almost think I never even needed to set you up to fail the way I did. even without my little magic trick You would of been crapping yourself and going all goo goo gaga." she sneered. Ben's eyes widened and he tried to say something, but only muffled noises came out. "That's right 'hero'..You think you shit yourself THAT bad without a little help? it was Me all along!" Gwen laughed. "And don't think this is going away anytime soon, Do you know just HOW much you've been blowing up on social media? Your being labeled Bellwoods big baby dork!" She held up her cell phone so Ben could see the posts for himself and the big stinky baby started to cry, and get up, the diaper making it hard but if he put in enough effort he was sure that he could manage. "Actually, I'm done with all of this. You just stink too much." Gwen said, taking out a clean diaper and putting it on the counter. "if you can manage to get yourself free there's a clean diaper to change into. or you can always go home with your ding-a-ling on display. But just to show there's no hard feelings and I still think your cute..in a stupid diaper shitting doofus way I'll leave you one last present." with that Gwen held up a hand and filled Ben's bowels one last time, then turned and walked away as he filled his diaper again, wedging himself in the toilet and sending him into la-la land. whether he would come out of it enough to just undo the tapes and free himself or would be found wasn't her concern anymore, and Gwen just hummed a happy tune as made her way home, eager to get a shower in to remove Ben's stink and then watch the fallout from her little day of fun.

the end

[queenofmoons67]

Winter 2024 Schedule

Hello hello! It's been a while since I did one of these, and I recently gained quite a few new followers, so I figured it was time!

Things I intend to write in the coming months:

Finish "Red Sky: A Martian Named Maverick." Fact of the matter is that I'm no longer deep in the Top Gun fandom, but there should only be one more chapter to go, and I intend to finish it.

Finish writing the next segment of "Four Musketeers and a Warm Summer Day," which I've tentatively titled "My Friend, My Brother (My God)" and will star Aramis.

Outline the next "Honk" fic, tentatively titled "There Is No Zuko in Ba Sing Se."

Continue writing an untitled, already 5.4k long, Critical Role: Exandria Unlimited: Calamity, time travel Zerxus-focused fic.

Continue writing "Star of the General." Chapter two is currently with my beta and I'm in the middle of chapter three!

Finish writing an already 3.4k long, Linked Universe, untitled Warriors-focused AU.

Fill prompts. As always, I've got an inbox overflowing with old prompts, but that's because I always turn back to those prompts for inspiration! My inbox remains open. You can find my regular (free, no fic guarantee) guidelines here, and guidelines for those donating eSims (donation proof required, guaranteed fic) here.

As I'm sure you can tell, that's a lot of fanfic to write! I'm not sure when it'll get done, but those bullet points are my focus right now. I look forward to sharing them all with you in the future and chatting about fandoms, fanfic, and writing with you in the present!

[colleenmurphy]

‘He hasn’t heard a word I’ve said all night…’

The dark haired woman thought to herself as she primly picked at her dessert, a vanilla raspberry mousse of some sort at one of New York’s swankiest upscale new restaurants. This meal had already cost her, the fact that he was using her own earned funds to cover their anniversary meal irked her. She noticed she’d also paid for a trip to Le Perla and Cartier but she knew that she would never see either of those gifts. They were most certainly going to that petite blonde that was supposedly Dave’s personal trainer, Kelly. One could say that there were many things about her husband that irked her these days, especially on the day of their eleventh year together.

‘Kelly with a fucking I.’

Colleen seethed as she set down her dessert spoon and fought the urge to throw her Chablis directly into his smug good looking face. She loved and hated him in the very same heartbeat and she hated herself even more for still loving him. 

“You’re still wearing that ruby…”

He remarked as he signed the bill and left a generous cash tip, no doubt pulled from the account before he had headed home from the office in Century City. Colleen Sullivan was the result of ten years spent swept up in the glitz and glamour of the City of Angels thanks to an up and coming ( back then ) blue eyed sandy haired drummer with a devilish smile and a voice that made her feel calm. That would last for the first seven years and then it would vanish in a cloud of smoke after her third miscarriage that had cost her an east coast tour. He hadn’t even bothered to come visit her in the hospital and she ended up having to ask her body guard to sign her out of the hospital because Dave had forgotten; he'd been much too busy trying to negotiate another tour for her to make up for the last loss.

Hugh Standish had been a great man and taken it all in stride his deep rolling Yorkshire voice making her smile for the first time in days. He’d even held her hand when she’d been in pain, something Sully never had done for her.  He had gifted her a rambunctiously adorable little blue puppy that he'd told her came from a buddy that worked for a German hard rock band. Colleen took quickly to the little pup that seemingly grew every time she looked at him and named him Goose, as his young bark sounded like a honk. Dave hated the poor thing the moment he set eyes on him and then had Hugh relocated to the Pasadena property to oversee day to day security. Colleen spent most of her time there these days with Goose, something she noticed made David Richard Sullivan very bitter and distant. It was easier to do what she had to do this was. Let him hate her, she already hated herself enough for the both of them. Without Dave she never would have met Hugh and that hurt. So she hated him and thanked him and once again thought about the conversation with Hugh while she was hospitalized. Their first in depth talk before they were together.

“I’m thinking you’re just his caged songbird, Miss Delaney. Even got you marked with a pretty bauble.”

“I suppose you’re right, Mr. Standish…and call me Mary.”

“Mary? Only if you call me Hugh."

“ Colleen is my middle name. Stage name. But, yes, deal.”

“Was your first gift to me. Our third Christmas together..we were still living in San Fernando.”

She didn’t bother to finish the sentence. 

‘Back when you actually loved me and not the money my talent can bring in.’

“I’ve laid down all the vocals for Visions left the arrangements for the strings and guitar sections…but…I still need you to lay down some drums on track eight.”

Offering him a small cold smile that didn’t reach her blue eyes as she flicked her long dark hair over her shoulder. Her black turtleneck kept the October chill away from her throat as the bell sleeves added extra warmth and something for her to grip to keep from punching him. She’d changed out the thin silver chain for a longer more substantial Spanish silver braid to keep the natural solid silver backed ruby into place.  She’d also somehow taken to lighting a menthol cigarette. Poised between two long slender fingers tipped with brick red tapered almond nails Colleen gently puffed and stared him directly in the eye. 

“I’m going to the mountains for a bit. I need some time alone to recharge and work on some new material. Spend some time with Goose..”

Studying her for a moment It was like reason had hit him squarely between the eyes. Reaching for the hand that was still on the table top he noted that she still wore her wedding set. That surprised him, truthfully as he’d lost his own band years ago. He felt a pang at the mention of Colleen’s prized and pampered canine companion. An imported German blue Weimaraner named Goose. That damn dog was a telepathic moose of a hound and part of Dave loathed the dog as it had won over Colleen’s entire heart and now their was no room for him. Just the damn dog and all those babies she’d lost. Grief and canine love. Both made his head swim and blood boil. 

‘Maybe she doesn’t ever take it off.’

“You’d rather spend time with that mutt than your own husband?”

Her hand was ice cold and baby smooth under his own heavily calloused  nicotine stained musician’s hand. Colleen slowly pulled her hand away from his and fiddled with her rings for a moment. She was taking them off. The while gold Loveland style 1 carat set was sitting directly in front of him winking at him ominously in the low candlelight. 

“You can’t be serious, Colleen.”

“I am. I need time to myself. Please."

She gathered her black peacoat and her leather shoulder bag and left for the hired car to take her back to their beachside modern construction that wasn’t even a year old yet. Long gone was that dinky little apartment with the shared back yard in the Valley. 

He watched her leave her long dark hair caught in the sea breeze as a storm rolled in. He ordered another whiskey sour and then a triple before he asked the hostess, a rather pretty little redhead named Tiffany if she’d like to call him a cab so he could head home. He told the driver to take a detour to head over to Kelli’s but as soon as they pulled up he noticed that her little white cabriolet was gone for a weekend with her girlfriends in Lake Tahoe. There went the itch and the pretty little distractions from his life that was in shambles around his feet.

“Headed home, Casanova?”

The cab driver named Jackie drawled in a New York accent. 

“Yeah…yeah..”

“Ain’t you that guy…in that band?”

The cabby enquired after nearly thirty minutes of driving. 

“Yeah…Mystic Highway…”

A grin spread across the transplants face as he no doubt picturing Colleen’s spread from 1974’s issue of La Femme. A tasteful topless pose with her made to look like Eve in the garden of Eden. They’d just married and he thought she’d been the most beautiful woman on earth. There on the cover featured heavily was the infamous ruby necklace. His gift to her that was to become part of her signature look. Who’d have thought that stupid last minute gift for her, the natural carnelian red hued  heart shaped rock encased in sterling silver would become a huge symbol? Not him. Often imitated by fans with glass beads and wire or from wishlists sent to their parents. Sully had just cashed in on the idea and ensured that Colleen had signed a  vastly lucrative deal with Friedman’s Jewelers - a staple chain jewelry store in damn near every American and Canadian mall. 

‘She’s still wearing the ruby…she’s still wearing the ruby…”

It almost had become the calming mantra in his head as he watched the street signs grow more and more spaced out and gaps in the neighborhood reached blocks.

“Colleen Murphy.”

“Yeah….She’s a stone cold fox.”

A wry smile crept up Sully’s lips. 

“She’d be honored to know that.” 

‘It’s been years since I’ve said that to her…’

“Press the buzzer on the gates. Go on up to the front of the house..please.”

Dave wasn’t quite ready to face the long walk home through Colleen’s personal garden of eden that was the front walk up to the house. Nearly two miles of growth complete with hidden oasis pools and koi pond and walled hidden garden made Dave nervous. Tonight it felt more and more like The Shining, which ironically was one of her favorite scary movies. 

“Had the same feeling with my girl left me. She was…my everything but I wasn’t good to her.”

Thrusting a handful of bills toward the driver the car barely came to a stop before Dave was out and the door slammed before he walked up the vast sweeping terracotta tiled steps. 

No barks from inside from Goose. A flickering 1 on the answering machine’s blindingly red digital display. The house was silent as a tomb a single light left on in the master bedroom upstairs. Down the airy hallway painted in shades of cool lilac and hyacinth the pastel barely dawn pink walls were illuminated by soft yellow light from the overhead track lighting. 

“She’s still wearing the ruby….”

Her entire closet was empty. Her vanity was empty and Goose’s blanket and favorite stuffed pig toy were also missing. A heart shaped hole in the plaster caught his eye along with the stack of receipts. He studied them noticing that they were all for gifts he’d bought Kelli from the slush account he’d had an accountant set up without Colleen’s knowledge or so he’d thought. At the foot of the hole in the wall was their framed wedding photo from 1969. She looked like a fairy queen in her snow white dress with a Celtic knot design. Her large eyes smiling innocently into his own smiling face as she slipped the long lost wedding bang  onto his finger. A single note lay on the bed with instructions to play the message on the answering machine. Pressing play on the line in the bedroom Dave caught a glint of silver on the bedside table on what was once her preferred side of the bed. 

“Mr. Sullivan this is Jeremy Groves, Miss Delaney’s legal council provided on her behalf from Reflex Records…There’s been a petition for divorce filed today as of 3:45PM. Please stop by my office on Laguna and Hollis next Tuesday to sign a few forms. Oh…and we’ll need you to vacate the Hacienda Boulevard property referred to as Shang Gri La as it’s Miss Delaney’s family property. We’ll have you set up at the Venice property by next week with your belongings.”

Another beat of his heart and he realized that his comfortable little world was crumbling around him. 

“Oh and need I remind you that you signed a prenuptial agreement, Mr. Sullivan? So you leave with nothing.”

That glint of red and silver was heart shaped and looked awfully heavy when it wasn’t kept afloat by a beautifully creamy white swan neck or vibrating with the power of her singing voice.

“But you’re also still contractually obligated to preform on the Visions album track eight...I believe. So we’ll expect those track tapes two weeks from this coming. Have a good evening, Mr. Sullivan.”

“She’s not wearing the ruby…”

Was all Dave Sullivan could utter.

[keithandfriends29]

Indie Cross Pilot episode

"the episode starts with a title card that shows Cuphead, Sans, Bendy, and Keith chasing a goose and the title "untitled goose chase" Keith wakes up next to Girlfriend and gets up from bed, he brushes his teeth, makes himself a cup of coffee and goes to sit down at the table, that's when a dark demon with an inky body approaches him from behind, Keith doesn't know about the creature behind him or does he? the demon is about to strike when... Keith: good morning bendy Ink demon: DAMN IT! transform into cartoon bendy Bendy: i still don't know how you know i'm behind you Keith: 2 words: ink sounds Bendy: oh... Cuphead: yawns morning dudes Keith: hey Cuphead teasing tone Guess who's turn to mow the lawn this time Cuphead: yeah yeah i'll get started he goes outside and gets the lawn mower and gets started while whistling Snake eyes, that's when he hears a goose go honk. he looks at the goose oh hey there little dude what's up Goose: points at a broken fence with its beak Cuphead: oh what the- Ugh, i got this thanks for the callout buddy he takes out a hammer and nails to try and fix the fence, that's when the goose takes off his shoe and runs off HEY GET BACK HERE Goose: gets on top of the lawnmower and starts it up, causing it to mow off the lawn and into the street Cuphead: watches in shock as the goose drives away on a lawnmower WHAT THE FU- scene cuts to Keith, Sans, and Bendy watching a movie that's when Cuphead barges in with a fucking terrified face Cuphead: GUYS WE'VE BEEN ROBBED FOR OUR LAWNMOWER Bendy: WHAT!? Keith: By who? Cuphead: a goose Keith and bendy look at him with disbelief Keith: really? Bendy: and just when i thought you couldn't get anymore stupider Sans: i guess you can say that's a rather Goose-ly situation BA DU TISH *the other three look at Sans in unamusement* Cuphead: guys just come check it out *scene cuts to outside where cuphead is showing the guys the tiretracks* Cuphead: i think if we follow these tiretracks we can find them Keith: alright then after one montage of them following tiretracks, they found a hiding place for geese and stolen belongings Keith: so these guys are robbers huh? Cuphead: see i told you Keith: well we can't just barge in there, maybe we can lure them out? Cuphead: but how they look at sans Sans: annoyed tone oh come on you guys scene cuts to sans wearing a blueberry costume Sans: sarcastic tone oh hey little geese look at me i'm a tasty blueberry. catch me if you can he walks away from the geese that start following him, he eventually leads them into a net snare, but the geese dodge it and starts chasing him uh guys that didn't work starts running COULD USE HELP HERE!!! *He tries to use his power but can't because of his stupid costume, that's when the ink demon comes out of nowhere and puts them in a cage* Ink demon: Ha got them Sans: oh thanks bendy, that could have been a "Berry" bad time BA DU TISH Ink demon: unamused i hate you so much the geese were then sold to a butcher shop and everyone got their stuff back Keith: welp morning has been wild Sans: don't you mean Wild goose chase BA DU TISH Cuphead: please no more, that's your third one today, wait does anyone else hear honking? the gang looks outside the window to see like 5000 geese ready for vengeance Keith: i think we're safe in here *nervous tone* right? the geese bust down the door All four of them: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA they were eventually forced to be geese and join the others, they were all eating berries one goose offers a berry to keith Keith: oh thank you gets punched in arm by another goose OW i mean HONK Cuphead: honk honk honk honk credits pop up with the unused and Unnamed Cuphead Song playing

[corrodedcoffinkid]

Steve and Eddie planning to meet up at the mall but before Steve can get to him Eddie’s been cornered by a group of jocks, poking fun at him and pushing him around

Eddie’s never been the strongest.

Or the smartest.

Or, really good at anything.

And he’s reminded of it every day.

The weekends are his saving grace. There aren’t any bullies trying to give him a black eye. He has Steve, he’s safe.

Eddie shouldn’t have gotten out of his van so early to look for Steve at the mall entrance.

Steve sighs angrily, honking at the car in front of him. The light is green, and green means fucking go. He’s already late to meet at the mall with Eddie, who gets all out of sorts when Steve is late for anything. He hopes Eddie won’t be too upset.

By the time he pulls into the parking lot, what he finds is much worse than a slightly annoyed Eddie.

Two jocks Steve wasn’t too familiar with have Eddie pressed against a wall, taking turns kicking him in the stomach and socking him in the jaw. He hears slurs being thrown around, especially ones about his sexuality.

“Hey, assholes!”

Before Steve has time to actually think about what he’s doing, he’s throwing both of them to the ground. “Get the fuck away from him.”

One of them stares at him with wide eyes. “Steve Harrington?”

“I said get the fuck away.”

Leaving a trail of blood behind them, they take off running in the opposite direction. Steve doesn’t care where they’re headed to, he’s more concerned about Eddie.

Eddie.

Crying softly, Eddie is slumped against the wall. “Eds, come here,” Steve says softly, “You’re okay.”

Eddie can’t hold back his tears any longer. He cries into Steve’s shoulder as he walks them to the car. He doesn’t understand. It’s the weekend, he was supposed to be safe.

“H-How ba-ad is it?” Eddie sniffles, wiping his eyes.

Steve doesn’t want to lie to Eddie, but telling him that his lip is busted and both eyes are beginning to bruise probably wouldn’t help him. “It could be worse. Let’s get you home, baby.”

At home, Steve is able to clean up the blood from his own knuckles and Eddie’s face. Gently, he lifts up Eddie’s shirt. His belly is black and blue already. “Oh, Eddie…”

“I-I tho-ought I’d be okay, I guess.”

“I’m sorry, you don’t deserve this,” Steve whispers, wiping Eddie’s bloody lip. He feels a sense of guilt. If he’d been there earlier, maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad. He looks down at his feet, unable to look Eddie in the eye.

“Steve, this wasn’t your fault.”

“I should have been there.”

“And you were,” Eddie says. “You saved me.”

“I was late, if I had been there on time-”

Eddie shakes his head. “Stop it. I’m okay, you’re okay. It’s over now, we can’t dwell on it.”

“I’m going to be thinking about those assholes for a long, long time, trust me,” Steve says bitterly. “Do you know them?”

“Some assholes from the basketball team,”’Eddie shrugs. “Got mad because Lucas skipped a practice to come to Hellfire.”

Steve smiles a little. “Good for Lucas. I’ve been telling him that he doesn’t need to be hanging around with those guys.”

“Believe me, we both have.”

They stay quiet for a few moments. One of Eddie’s eyes has swelled shut, so he can’t exactly read Steve’s expressions. “Thank you,” he says quietly. “I love you, Stevie.”

“I’ll fight anybody for you… no matter what, Eds.”

Eddie can’t hide his smile, even if it hurts his lip. “You better.”

[officiallyisagibrainrotted]

Hi!! Could I please request a fluffy Meguru Bachira x reader where they are just spending a cozy, lazy, rainy day together? Take your time and thanks in advance!

• Noise •

⚠️Warnings ⚠️: possible grammar errors, short.

G:💝(fluff)

*Tap* tap* *tap*.

The sound of rain drops hitting your window fills your ears.

*Clash * boom* crash*.

The sound of the thunder clashing in the far away distance makes you shake your head to avoid the sound.

*Honk* *honk* *honk*

The sound of a near by car going off due to the thunder.

All this noise was giving you a hard time to sleep. You tossed your head left and right to try and avoid the sound.

You slowly managed to tone out the rain, but the thunder and the blaring of the car was to loud.

Out of frustration you violently turned your head to the left .

Then that's when you felt it.

*ba dump* ba dump*ba dump*

No, It was a light faint sound.Despite the sound being faint it was there. You felt it. The heart beat of your lover.

It was a resurging sound, It wasn't loud like the blaring car that's still going off. It wasn't like the rain hitting the window unrhythmically .

Meguru Bachira.

Who's soundly sleeping away, his soft snoring fills your ears, replacing the the sound of the thunder.

You inhale the smell of honey and cinnamon.

It put you at easy.

Oh how you needed this, and you could tell he needed it to , when he ran his finger through your hair and pulled you close.

You sneak your arms around him, pulling him close. You got the message..

The single that you needed to know that he wants you to stay here with him.

No words needed to be exchanged, Not a glance either, they could just sense what the other needed.rest.comfort and to just stay inside and get cozy and listen to the rain hitting the window and the warmth of each other .

The two would smile to themselves as they think about todays plans all being cancelled due to the weather.

The smiles got bigger when they realized that they can spend the whole day like this.

Yeah that's all they needed , a lazy Sunday morning with no interruptions. Only the clouds in the sky getting darker and darker, showing that they'd together for just a little longer.

Reblogs are highly appreciated!!!👍.

Sorry I haven't been posting anything. It just I keep on coming up with new ideas for stories and end up changing the whole thing...

I hope you like this anon. And if you'd like me to add anything just hit me up.

And yes ik rain helps almost everyone sleep. Including me.

Good night 💕.

[buckysswinter]

tolerate it- six

18+ minors dni

warnings: angst, bucky being an asshole

not edited or beta’d- do not repost or translate!

(au)bucky x female!reader

word count: 1,145

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took this dagger in me and removed it

it's been a week since she got discharged, there was no feeling or thought in her brain; she only felt exhausted for going through all of what she went through.

but at least her and bucky were friends again- but at what cost? her feelings being buried deep down once again just to to salvage the friendship with her, although she would much rather take this than not have bucky in her life.

all the impending thoughts got too much, every time she let her brain think it was about bucky and she didn't want to deal with that right now. she closed her eyes, the darkness bringing peace to her body and mind. y/n gathered her tote bag, putting her shoes on, her hair in a claw clip. she made her way down to the bike, tote ba secured on her arm as she pulls away from the garage.

the rev of the engine excited her, the sound jolting her body awake and energizing her.

as she made her way down the bustling city, the way the city air breezed through her skin felt liberating. she felt free for once, unchained to the events that she refuse to think about.

the honks and angry yelling of those around her along with the chattering voices distracted her, as she parked by the hidden cafe, the smell of coffee being made calmed her down.

opening the door and hearing doorbell chime, she smiled at the lady behind the counter.

-"there's my favorite customer," the thick sokovian accent calmed her down, almost reminding her that she was safe here.

-"wanda please, stop with the lies" she loved the relationship she had with wanda, she was almost like an older sister to her.

-"i never lie, you know it's been a while" she sighed,

-"yeah yeah, you missed a lot." y/n felt trapped in her own mind, she hasn't freely talked about her feelings nor the events of why she ended up at the hospital to anyone.

as she thought more about it, she texted sarah. surely sarah would help her along with wanda.

hey sarah, sorry i've been mia, meet at wan's?

she had hoped sarah would see the text and come.

-"want anything while you wait?" wanda saw the dark undereyes and the tiredness in her eyes.

-"not at the moment, thank you wanda" even though y/n came to wanda's cafe as a distraction, she realized she needed to tell someone about what she's feeling. the last time she left her feelings bottled up, the last time being when her father left, y/n felt like she might as well have died.

she remembered the feeling, the disappointment and the anger consumer her yet none came close as to how bucky made her feel. even though they've made up she still felt unimportant, unheard.

the overbell chimed signaling the opening of the door and as y/n looked up she couldn't help the smile forming on her face. she had forgotten the comfort sarah offered her.

-"you have some explaining to do," sarah had tried sounding serious but she couldn't contain the smile spreading on her face, she saw how tired y/n looked but at least she was up and ready to talk.

-"yeah yeah i know, but if i am gonna talk about it i need you and wanda here," as soon as wanda heard that, she cleared the cafe of the two customers she had and locked the door, this made y/n laugh.

-"give me a second to bring out the strong stuff then you can start y/n" it was almost like wanda knew what she needed.

-"so," y/n gulped she felt the bile rising up to her throat as she started,

-"during sam's first party of the summer, i went, late as usual and i went through the backdoor entrance and i saw buck and dot in the kitchen-" before she could continue she looked around both sarah and wanda rolling their eyes.

-"uhm, anyways, so they were flirting, touchy and i was hurt. and then i heard dot ask about me, and bucky had said some stuff" y/n needed to disclose what bucky said but for some reason a tiny part of her brain wanted to protect him from the wrath of wanda and sarah.

-"what did he say?' sarah was curious she had thought y/n feel well and was fully understanding why the event might have turned her away from the party.

-"well he said that he only hung out with me because he felt bad about me tagging along with him and noah" y/n said it as nonchalantly as she could but as the sentence ended her voice wavered a bit. she looked at both wanda and sarah for their reaction, jaws wide open and eyes filled with rage.

-"y/n you tell me right now he apologized or i am storming his house and burning it down," wanda's thick sokovian accent made her sentence even more threatening.

-"well he did when i was in the hospital and-" before she could even speak sarah got up from her chair and hugged y/n. her enveloping arms made y/n tear up, she didn't realize how bad she needed to talk about the situation until now.

catching up with sarah and wanda was a good decision for y/n' health, mentally and emotionally- she could no longer hold everything back as much as she wanted to. y/n felt like she could breathe again.

-"y/n you tell me if this boy ever hurts you again and i won't hesitate to cut off his dick yeah?" was all wanda said before she left her shop and y/n couldn't help but laugh at this.

y/n passed by bucky's house to see what he was up to, now that they were friends again she wanted to see if bucky wanted to hang out.

as she pulls up to his house, seeing the flower garden his mom, winnifred has perfectly crafted, it made y/n smile.

as she got off her bike to walk down the stone path paved to separate the perfectly green lawn she heard thumping.

as she looked up she saw bucky's blinds wide open, his bedroom can be seen and more importantly the bodies pressed along his window. this made her sick to her stomach.

she wished she could go back two minutes before this, to tell herself to turn back around.

as the girl turned around y/n wanted to throw up right there and then at the perfectly trimmed green lawn, dot's eyes making eye contact with her below his window, lips upturned in a smirk.

y/n turned around and ran to her bike, getting on it as fast as she could and driving away.

a/n: it's been a while

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[dapandapod]

When you kiss me heaven sighs

As might have been noticed, I have been listening to this version of La vie en Rose for days. On loop.

So naturally Geralt has to propose. That is how it works. Also don’t look too closely at the french, because I literally google translated it, copy paste and done. shhhh don’t tell :)

Please enjoy a sappy panda mood again <3 On Ao3 here

Out of the two of them, Jaskier is the musician. Rather obviously so, as they actually met the first time on a street corner where Jaskier was singing his heart out and Geralt was unable to tear his eyes away. That first time, it was a guitar, the next a flute, lute, and a loop pedal. 

His eyes were twinkling, his smile warm and inviting, and Geralt was completely smitten. Is completely smitten.

Years later, after a tentative friendship filled with pining and then finally that first, desperate kiss, Geralt is still smitten. If possible, more so than all those years ago.

They live together now in a sunny flat on the third floor. Their upstairs neighbours are loud with children running and parents screaming and the street below is always filled with honking cars and road work. They talk of moving somewhere bigger. Somewhere possibly theirs.

And all the while, Geralt carries a secret. Because, after talking to his brothers about it, he realizes Jaskier is all he wants in life, always and forever. The secret is a little black velvet box. A box his adoptive father and brothers too carried until they were ready, and now rests with a new charge. 

As they look for a new home, hoping to find an apartment on the top floor, or possibly a house, Geralt takes time hiding away, preparing. As they pack away their belongings, plan and make bids, Geralt asks for his darling Ciri’s advice.

On the eve they have moved into their small house, their very own little corner of the world, Geralt can’t wait anymore. They're sitting on the floor, leaning against cardboard boxes and eating pizza, when Geralt caves.

There is one box he has kept an extra eye on, the one with the ukulele. He digs it out while Jaskier watches him curiously, a bit of cheese clinging to his chin. Sitting down, he strums it, tries out a few chords. He doesn’t look at Jaskier as he does this, but he senses the growing surprise.

His heart is in his throat when Jaskier draws a breath as the strumming turns into a song.

“Geralt,” he whispers, putting the pizza down, finally wiping his chin, and Geralt smiles.

“Quand il me prend dans ses bras Il me parle tout bas Je vois la vie en rose Il me dit des mots d'amour Des mots de tous les jours Et ça me fait quelque chose”

Jaskier blushes so prettily. His lips are parted, eyes filled with something warm and gentle, and his hands are clenching his dirty sweatpants. He is beautiful, and Geralt’s heart skips a beat.

"Il est entré dans mon cœur Une part de bonheur Dont je connais la cause C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie Il me l'a dit, l'a juré pour la vie"

Geralt sings, finally meeting Jaskier’s eyes. His fingers feel clumsy, the strings vibrating under his grip, and he licks his lips before the next part.

Hold me close and hold me fast The magic spell you cast This is "La vie en rose" When you kiss me, heaven sighs And though I close my eyes I see "La vie en rose”

When you press me to your heart I'm in a world apart A world where roses bloom And when you speak, angels sing from above Everyday words seem to turn into love songs"

 This is it. There is a storm of emotions, an onslaught from all sides. Hope, longing, comfort, worry, and so, so much love. 

 "Give your heart and soul to me And life will always be "La vie en rose"

  The last note of the ukulele rings out, and for a moment, there is silence. Geralt puts the instrument on top of a box, heart beating like a sledgehammer.

“That was beautiful,” Jaskier whispers. He curls up against his shoulder when Geralt sits down next to him again. “I didn’t know you played the ukulele.”

“I don’t,” Geralt admits and tucks his arms around Jaskier. “I only know this one.” 

“Could have fooled me,” Jaskier says, propping up his chin on Geralt’s shoulder. 

“Fake it til’ you make it,” Geralt replies, smirking, quoting Jaskier right back at him.

“Faking French too?” Jaskier asks teasingly, leaning in for a kiss.

“Hmm.” Geralt can’t help but get distracted, lost in warm lips on his. He didn’t plan it this way, he swears he didn’t. But he has to say it somehow, right?

“ Je t'aime ,” he mumbles against Jaskier’s lips, knowing full well that he will understand it. “Veux-tu m'épouser?”

And Jaskier freezes.

“You-”

Jaskier pulls back, studying his face. Geralt gropes around in his pocket, realizing the ring isn’t there.

“Wait. Shit. Fuck.” He stands up, running to his jacket. He digs around desperately in the hallway. Jaskier sits quietly on the kitchen floor. He is never quiet.

“Geralt,” he calls after a few minutes, and Geralt panics. “It’s here.”

Fuck. This is not going as planned at all.

Geralt returns, sweaty and nervous. He stands in the doorway watching Jaskier hold the black satin box in his hands. It must have fallen out of his pocket, but at least it wasn’t in the moving truck.

Jaskier looks up at him, eyes misty.

“Is this the same box Lambert used?”

“And Eskel. And Vesemir,” Geralt confirms. He approaches Jaskier, his little bard, his light, his everything, and kneels in front of him, taking Jaskier's hands in his.

“You are the love of my life. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?” Geralt repeats, now in English, his voice a little hoarse and cracked. He opens the box and reveals a silver ring

The tears finally overflow, Jaskier pushing the little box away and sniffling. For a heartbeat, just one heartbeat, Geralt fears rejection. But in the next, Jaskier has flung himself around his neck, pretty much crawled up in his lap, hugging him as tight as he can.

“You romantic sap, never accuse me of being soft again,” he sobs.

“You are soft,” Geralt murmurs, his arms coming up to hold him. “Is that a yes?”

Again Jaskier leans back, his eyes are red rimmed and well. Soft.

“I am yours, Geralt Rivia. I have been from the moment I saw you and will be until I draw my last breath. You will never get rid of me.”

“So yes,” Geralt says, smile growing, heart so light he could fly.

“Yes, you fucking imbecile, yes, I will marry you!”

  There is more kissing after that, and some more crying. The pizza lies forgotten on the floor as Geralt puts the ring on Jaskier’s finger. He knows the size perfectly, he has bought many rings for his Jaskier, but this is the one that counts.

   At their wedding they have the band play their song. Jaskier insists that Geralt did it better, but they had a trumpet, and that is hard to beat. They dance cheek to cheek, so close Geralt can feel the heat of Jaskier’s skin and smell the champagne on his breath.

“When you kiss me, heaven sighs, And though I close my eyes, I see "La vie en rose” 

[martianbugsbunny]

OUAT Thoughts Pt.54--Episodes 21-22

I have watched through S5E22; spoilers DNI. Also, spoiler warning for anyone further behind than I am.

—*obnoxious sing-song voice* CAPTAIN HOOK IS BA-ACK!!!! *intense screaming*

—The second Zeus told him he was going where he belonged, I just held my breath. And continued to hold it through the entire funeral. What can I say, hope springs eternal! And this time (just this once) my hope was rewarded. Hook is back where he belongs *squee!* at Emma’s side….

—Oh, wait. He’s trapped in a cage with the Charmings and Zelena. Well, at least he’s alive.

—Robin’s death was kinda hard, though. I liked him. He was a goshdarn good guy. And I really feel for Regina. And for Roland.

—When Zelena decided to name her baby Robin, I bawled my eyes out. It’s so sad that Robin Sr. didn’t live long enough to know what her name was.

—I have been waiting forever for Jekyll and Hyde to show up. I just adore that story, it’s absolutely bonkers, and I am beyond thrilled that it actually got into OUAT. My first instinct was, hey, this is totally Jekyll and Hyde, but I couldn’t remember whether or not he physically changed when he switched between the persons, so I was dubious that it would actually turn out. So cool!

—Also, can I mention how much I love Darth Maul? It tracks, I swear. He’s one of the best parts of Star Wars, imo. His story is so complex and he’s enthralling. Which is partially due to his beautiful, beautiful voice—and here’s the track! Sam Witwer is going to be what really sells Mr. Hyde, I can just feel it. So excited!

—Zeus basically looked like the total opposite of what I expected. Which is actually kind of interesting, now that I’ve thought about it. You would expect the ruler of the cosmos to be big and buff and intimidating, but what does it say about his character if he’s kind of small and ordinary-looking? The answer: he must have some kind of charisma or draw to keep people following him. He must have something other than brute strength going for him. Which is kind of interesting.

—*salty* how come Zeus got to wear Greek-style clothes and Hades didn’t?

—Hades’ death was exactly the right kind of anticlimactic. That story got precisely the amount of mileage it needed, no more, no less.

—Zelena killing Hades to protect her sister was poetic. Especially the part where they cried over their dead loves together. And the bit where Zelena realized it was Regina who loved her most? Lovely.

—I still don’t like Zelena, but seeing her and Regina being proper sisters is nice. I think it works so well because they started off with a bunch of animosity, so they’re not going to be the overly touchy-feely variety of siblings that really honk me off. Most of the time, your conversations with your siblings aren’t going to be like Elsa and Anna’s. You’re not gonna spend most of your time hugging your siblings. You’re more likely to just sit in silence or quote memes at each other. Maybe talk about your current fandom-ings. Of course, a lot of people take it too far the other way and have the shallowest possible relationship and takes the teasing and mock-fighting to an extreme. I think Regina and Zelena are going to hit the sweet spot.

—Henry is being stupid. Like, I get that he’s upset about how often his family’s lives get screwed up by magical means, but how did he not stop to wonder if maybe destroying magic would hurt his very magical moms?

—That part of the library in New York with the bunch of storybooks was awesome.

—Rumple being in a regular (if incredibly posh) hotel room is weird. (Just looking at the TV screen I can smell the hotel air. It freaks me way out.)

—I knew Belle’s father would decide to be an arse.

—Emma’s funeral outfit was gorgeous. Semi-masc looks good on her. Suit jacket, button-down…yes yes.

—What’s up with Jules Verne world? Why do Jekyll and Hyde live there? Aren’t those blimp-thingies just the coolest? The answer is yes, they are.

—Also, Dr. Jekyll—or at least I’m 80% sure it’s Dr. Jekyll—is v cute. Bit of similarity to Archie? Yeah. Appearance, not necessarily vibes, although…maybe a little bit of that, too. I want to spend time with Hyde for his voice, which let’s face it is stunning, but Jekyll is just so cute! It’s either ‘dang, I get both!’ Or ‘how can I choose?’ I’m going with the first option. Great voice, cute guy, always one or the other.

[yamithediaperdork]

Gwen's fun, Ben's stinky bum (ben 10)

With the benefit of hindsight Ben would of never of accepted Gwen's wager one bright and sunny Saturday morning, But instead when Gwen made the claim that she could kick Ben's butt in a best of 7 series in his new sumo slammer game, with the loser having to face public humiliation in just a diaper, he accepted without thinking.

It had helped his choice that he'd just spent a summer of her tormenting him whenever she could over his need of bed time diapers, even locking him out of the rust bucket a few times and thus he was eager to see her bawling her eyes out in a diaper, but really he should of known something was up when she picked HIS game for the bet.

He didn't though and while these thoughts ran though his head as she schooled him (dropping that she had actually been practicing for 7 hours a day to set up this little bet) he was a man of his word and soon found himself in a diapers and a light blue t-shirt that read 'number one nappy baby'

It wasn't even one of his pull up style bed time diapers either, Gwen had clearly decided to go all in and so as they made their way to the park Ben was waddling in the the thick white and green diaper that kept his knees from even getting close to touching, Gwen carrying a diaper bag over one shoulder and Ben having all sorts of bad feelings about how this was going to go down.

"Do..Do I even WANNA know why you picked such a thick diaper?" he asked as they walked (well waddled in his case.)

"oh there are a few reasons, But while I explain them, you look a little thirsty.." Gwen said, smirking as kids playing in yards stopped and pointed to laugh and they got more then a few honks from cars.

She pulled out a large baby bottle filled with a pinkish looking fluid and handed it to Ben who again, showed he wasn't one for thinking his action's though and took it and started to nurse on it.

"First of all, I picked these super thick diapers JUST for you because I want there to be ZERO doubt what you are, a big dumb nappy baby." She said with utter glee in her voice. "Secondly, I'm willing to alter the terms of the bet with you.. Instead of a whole hour at the park in your big puffy diapie." and she paused to pat his butt, making Ben whine around his ba-ba. "I'll go down to half a hour...IF you can keep the diapie clean. sounds fair right?"

Ben, who was chugging the actually very sweet tasting drink down like a glutton nodded, that did seem fair. no way he would use the diaper after all.

"Butttt~ if you make tinkles in your diapies, I'm adding 10 minutes. and if you go super dumb big baby, I'm tacking on 20. and finally, if widdle Benny destroyer's him's diapie sooo bad I need to change him, you're getting a hour tacked on." She cackled.

Ben pulled the ba-ba out of his mouth at that and shook his head, they were almost at the park now and wouldn't you know it, it was just full of kids today!

"W-what? No way!" Ben huffed.

"what, does widdle Benny not think he can keep him's diapies clean? are you THAT much of a baby you can't hold it for half a hour?" Gwen challenged.

"I-I can hold it!" Ben huffed out.

"then why the huffiness? I think deep down you know you CAN'T hold it because your just a big stupid baby." Gwen said.

"I CAN HOLD IT! YOUR ON!" Ben yelled, and as Gwen smirked and they drew even more stares from the boys and girls on the park's playground, he couldn't help but feel maybe, just maybe he'd been played again.

While Gwen used a combination of magic and fast talking to smooth over Ben's attire with the adults who were supervising at the park's playground, Ben found himself the center of attention by the smaller boys and girls, all of them asking a bunch of questions and tossing in teasing barbs, and more then one hand patting his butt though when he';d turn around to tell them to stop it would just open his puffy rear for more butt pats.

"Are you like, special or something?"

"Why would you come out like this?"

"Ha! what a big dumb baby!"

"Aww! so cute!"

"ha! my little brother is 3 and even HE doesn't wear diapers anymore!"

"Please tell me you're not gonna stink this place up.."

"DO you wanna come play house with us?"

All this and more and Ben was blushing red as a cherry and found himself getting over whelmed, crying out for Gwen who came over and shoo'ed the kids off.

"heh, gonna be ok there nappy baby?" she asked, Patting his back to soothe him as far as he would be able to tell, but really activating the witches brew she'd tricked him into drinking.

She wasn't skilled enough to just get him to load and soak his pampers all on her own, but the drink he had chugged down DID give her the needed access to make the magic happen and for bonus irony..the potion had to be drank willingly which Ben had done. Now she could load him up at anytime but decided that for maxim fun, she'd let him get close to getting out of the diapers before going to town on his bladder and bowels.

There was a SMALL risk with the potion and spell combo she had picked for today's fun of ruining Ben's control and making him need diapers for the rest of his life but in her mind, that sounded like HIS problem, not hers.

"Y-yeah I'll be fine..can we um.. just go play or something?" Ben said, not knowing just how doomed he was, and just wanting to do something to make time fly by.

"heh, of course~"

Picking the swing set Gwen was disappointed that Ben couldn't fit in the baby swing due to his massive diaper, making her a victim of her own success. Still it was semi fun getting the doofus on a swing and being the one to push him, if for no other reason then Ben quickly seemed to lose his big kid mindset and went al little guy, crying out 'higher! higher!' and giggling up a storm.

Gwen kept a eye on the time which bit he in the ass as she had been kicking her watch when Ben had come back and taken a face full of diaper butt knocking her on her ass, and Ben just giggled like crazy.

'you think that's funny huh?!' she thought, dropping her plans to hold off on messing with his control and filling his bladder up to the brim. 'laugh off THIS!'

Ben went from laughing and teasing about hos Butt beats witch, like it was rock scissors paper then yelped and dragged his feet,trying to slow himself down on the swing as he had to take leak so bad he could almost swear his back teeth were floating!

"A-Ah! Nuh!" Ben cried out, his hands going to the front of his diaper, tiny spurts of tinkle escaping as he shook and fought a losing battle.

"Heh, what's wrong Ben? don't tell me your gonna use your diapie already! it's only been 9 minutes!" Gwen said, getting LOTS of attention.

"I..I..H-How about a mulligan?" Ben asked, rocking back and forth and showing impressive control all things considered, though that just meant Gwen wanted his downfall to be even worse and with a slight gesture Ben's bowels would be as packed as if he'd gone to a all you can eat chilli fry place.

"Well I suppose so..I won't count the first wetting on you..as long as you don't go." Gwen started, and gave Ben's bowels a extra push. "Poopie."

even as she said the word Ben's Bladder gave in, rapidly soaking the front of the diapers and making little storm clouds appear on the front of the white portion of the diaper, but any minor relief was off set by a thunder poot and then a sputtering fart and Ben's bowels decided to join the 'let's trash this diaper' party.

"A-Ah! No! I'm going poopie!" Ben cried out, getting roars of laughter from the crowd, though it turned to disgust as while the thick diapers were holding in the huge load firing out of Ben's poor hole, they couldn't hold in the stink.

baseball sized lumps were puffing out the diaper and smiley faces with X's for eyes and tongue sticking out were appearing on the back of his diaper even as he semi rose a bit on the swing before the diaper sagged over the front and back of it.

"Geez Ben, I offer a deal and you take it as a chance to destroy your diaper? and what the hell did you eat!?" Gwen complained, holding her nose and groaning. this was one part of her plan that she hadn't planned for and was reminding herself next time she did this to Ben to remove her sense of smell before hand.

"I-I can't stop going dookie!" Ben cried, and let out more thunderous and wet poot's.

Viewers would argue and disagree on what happened next, but there were two main theories on it. One was that the weight and mass of his diaper mess caused Ben who might of been trying to get up to lose balance and trip and land face down in the sand around the swing set. the more juvenile (and ergo had more supporters) theory was the force of the last series of farts had somehow launched him forward.

the end result was Ben knocking himself loopy in any case and declaring himself the poopiest big dumb baby ever, a title everyone could agree he deserved and many doubted he would have a challenger to the crown.

Ben came out of la-la land with a squish, and realized that he was on a teeter totter with Gwen, and might of been so for awhile. his hands were gripping the hand hold and despite his best efforts he could seem to let go.

"hey, look who back! have fun in la-la land smelly?" Gwen asked, smirking. "you were babbling on and on about how stinky diaper smushs..how did you put it.. oh! 'Da bestest fing evar! Gwen, pwease pway wiff me and wet me smush mah huggies!'" Gwen said, switching to a unflattering derp sounding voice while quoting Ben.

"T-There is no way I said t-THAT!" Ben huffed and then cried out as Gwen bounced up, making him land hard with anther gross squish.

"Hey, I have MORE then enough witnesses to prove I'm not lying, even if they are staying out of the stink zone." Gwen said, looking over her shoulder, keeping the fun going. "Back me up guys!" she called.

The kids who had stayed laughed and nodded and confirmed her story and Gwen turned back to Ben who was getting a little green in the face from his bouncing.

"see? And honestly, i think i deserve a BIG thank you for doing this, it's not exactly easy being around you when you smell like a dumpster full of dirty diapers." she said, making a disgusted face.

"I..I.." bounce and lift. "I'm Sorry for.." bounce and lift. "M-making you smell this.." Bounce and lift. "H-How long do I have left in-" Bounce and lift. "Diapie?" Ben asked, the diaper felt like it was on it's last legs and he could see a clock around to see the time and wasn't sure how long he'd been all derp.

truthfully Ben's time in the diaper was up, he'd been out of it for a LONG time, having gone down a slide and having begged for stinky diaper spankings, a act that had gotten some kids taken home by parents and others to have just decided the fun had passed their kink threshold.

"You've got about anther 15 minutes left." Gwen lied. "Do you think you'll be able to make it or just want a change now?"

"I..I..I wanna try and tough it out.." Ben mewed.

he could make it 15 minutes, he was sure of it and then this would ALL be over and he could just go home and take a long nap and forget about all of this.

"Hmm Ok, but on the off chance that diaper gives up, we better get you somewhere safe." She said, getting off of the teeter totter while Ben was up in the air and sending him crashing down Hard, almost sending him BACK into la-la land but somehow he held on.

Sucking on his thumb and doing a cowboy walk for lack of a better term, Ben let Gwen take his free hand and lead him towards the public bathroom and the crowd of left over kids parted out of the way.

"heh, Mosses doesn't have nothing on you huh stinky?" Gwen teased.

Ben just whimpered and sucked harder on his thumb, drool going down his chin.

Once in the boys room Gwen directed Ben over to one of the potties and he stopped in front of it and turned, giving her a questioning look.

"Yeah i know, seems silly but hey, if you leak it'll go in there." she said.

he pulled his thumb out to argue but Gwen just rolled her eyes and pushed him backwards, making him land with a squish and the diaper to force wedge itself into the bowl and suck up the water in there.

"Oh shut up, who cares what you think you stupid diaper filling baby!" She snapped.

"A-ah! Gweeeeen! the potty water i-" Ben went to say and Gwen pulled out a pacifier from the bag, with a nice large nipple that would keep Ben from being able to talk and popped it in, adding a enchantment to stimulate his nursing urge and he suckled away.

"you know Ben..when I planned this all out I never thought it would go QUITE this good. I almost think I never even needed to set you up to fail the way I did. even without my little magic trick You would of been crapping yourself and going all goo goo gaga." she sneered.

Ben's eyes widened and he tried to say something, but only muffled noises came out.

"That's right 'hero'..You think you shit yourself THAT bad without a little help? it was Me all along!" Gwen laughed. "And don't think this is going away anytime soon, Do you know just HOW much you've been blowing up on social media? Your being labeled Bellwoods big baby dork!"

She held up her cell phone so Ben could see the posts for himself and the big stinky baby started to cry, and get up, the diaper making it hard but if he put in enough effort he was sure that he could manage.

"Actually, I'm done with all of this. You just stink too much." Gwen said, taking out a clean diaper and putting it on the counter. "if you can manage to get yourself free there's a clean diaper to change into. or you can always go home with your ding-a-ling on display. But just to show there's no hard feelings and I still think your cute..in a stupid diaper shitting doofus way I'll leave you one last present."

with that Gwen held up a hand and filled Ben's bowels one last time, then turned and walked away as he filled his diaper again, wedging himself in the toilet and sending him into la-la land.

whether he would come out of it enough to just undo the tapes and free himself or would be found wasn't her concern anymore, and Gwen just hummed a happy tune as made her way home, eager to get a shower in to remove Ben's stink and then watch the fallout from her little day of fun.

the end

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Day 5 - Stories

Marinette Lived in the Wayne Manor. For everyone else it was a dream come true, But for her? Not that much. Her Dad wasn’t even around! Sure there was Grandpere, Dicky and Jay-Jay. But no one could beat her Baba. Morning she’d Sit on his lap and eat Breakfast. That’s the last she’d see of him all day. After that she studied with those men. Dad called that Home shooling or something. She didn’t care. Then she played with her brothers. Then a walk with Alfred in a Park. Then she had to go to sleep. She missed her Baba.

She was currently sitting on her bed. She had been tucked in an hour ago. She woke up. She wanted her Baba!

She didn’t know how to call him.With that thought she burst out crying. Alfred came in, she didn’t care. She wanted her Baba! She kept on crying. Dicky and Jay came in too. They tried funny faces. She didn’t want to. Even Kori, Dicky came and asked what was wrong. She kept on Crying.

Everyone was trying to calm her. She wanted her Baba! She starts shouting and wailing. In between she was trying to say “Baba!” But obviously no one understood because of her wailing. She kept crying for more than an hour or so. Her throat was getting raspy. Suddenly there was a honk. “Bruce!” Jay and Dicky ran to the door. She started slowing down her cries. But she was still wailing. Then suddenly a thought stuck her. What if it was someone else? Not her Baba? She burst out crying again. She felt being transferred to someone else’s arms. “Shhh, Shhh calm down Mimi.” She knew that voice. It was her Baba. She snapped her eyes open. She stopped wailing. It reduced to hiccups.

“Ba - hic - Ba. B - hic - Aba. B - Baba!” She hugged her father tight.

“What’s wrong Marinette?” her Dad asked.

“Ba - hic - Ba, Baba alwa - hic - ys go - ne. Mimi don’t like that.” She said.

(Baba, Baba always gone, Mimi don’t like that.)

Everyone was shocked. Marinette had been crying just because she missed Bruce.

“I’m Sorry Marinette. What can I do to make it up to you?” Bruce asks softly.

“Can you tell me a Story about the big big big bat on my window every night?” Marinette asks, opening her arms as far as she could.

Everyone was shocked. Then they burst out laughing. They understood that she was talking about Batman. Bruce stared at his five year old daughter in shock. After all, he didn't expect her to catch him while he was checking on him in Batman costume. Realizing his daughter was still waiting he answered. “Of course Mon Cheri. He’s Batman. He protects the city.” He says picking her up and going to her room.

That's how the tradition of stories started in the Wayne manor. Every night from that day her Baba was the one that tucked her in and not Alfred. Baba has been around the manor more often since then. He has spent meals with his Children since then.

Every night she’d get a new story about Batman. She loved it. She eventually started watching the news on Batman. And other Superheroes too. She loved Starfire. She was the Prettiest!

One day on mass Arkham Breakout Batman got severely injured. And her dad came home in Crutches too. Coincidence? She doesn’t think so. That day her Father told her the Story of the Battle earlier.

A week later she found a secret entrance in her bookshelf Leading Straight to Batcave.

She saw her brothers and father without masks training there. She spoke before she could register it.

“Holy Guacamole! The stories were yours. You're the Bats!” She shouted.

Suddenly everyone looked at her. One look at her Father said everything. She messed up.

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