#ENJOOOOOOOY

[banshees-martin]

okok what about a daryl with enemies to lovers and all the things he would do for you

tysm for the request anon! everyone loves a good enemies to lovers 🤭 sorry this took literal MONTHS but i just stopped writing when school started, again im so sorry but enjoooooooy! :))

DARYL DIXON ENEMIES TO LOVERS HEADCANONS!

-Honestly at the start he would hate your ass. from the way you acted to the way you spoke 😭 he's actually just a simp from day one

-Even though he did pretty much hate everyone and everything at the start.

-I feel like the reason he wouldn't like you is because he grew to care about you? he wasn't taught how to express his emotions properly so he'd push you away once you guys got somewhat close.

-long long gazes at each other when one of you aren't looking.

-the group would be shipping you guys from the start especially maggie and glenn ☝️

- both of you bickering like children constantly.

- there most definitely be a flirty stage once you get over hating eachother (?)

- He would def still keep an eye on you 24/7 making sure your okay and not hurt despite his 'hatred' towards you.

- Carol and Rick would def catch on and tease him about it and he'd reply all flustered. 'scoffs ain't care bout' y/n an y'know that..' he'd say rolling his eyes and the tips of his ears bright red.

- he would notice little things about you like the way you bite your lip when you're thinking or fidget with your fingers when you're anxious.

- And he'd secretly bring stuff from runs for you but he'd tell someone else in the group to give it and say it's not from him.

- i feel like you both make it out of the prison when it overruns and he'd admit his feelings then especially after seeing you upset and wtv. 'I don't really hate ya'.. not at all actually..' he'd say chewing on his thumb nail nervously.

Again this is absolutely shit and short im srry ive been stuck on this for the longest time 😭

[devoureddreaa]

“you’re tiny…like an actual doll.”

my friends either gonna be very happy i wrote this, ooooor she’s gonna rub it in my face that i don’t really like toji like that and still wrote this. (paris, i’m in your walls) but, hope you enjoooooooy!!!

“hey..” god, we’re you tired. the job you had was majorly exhausting..and the people there were shorty, but the pay is what was making it worth it in the end.

you slumped your tired body against the wooden door, slowly dragging your hand up on the two locks locking the door. you kicked the overbearing stilettos that you had to where off, your feet were killing your like hell.

“toji, why is it so dark in here..?”

it wasn’t that dark, you were just tired as hell. there was a small lamp sitting in the living room that was illuminating some light around the small surrounded area. you called out for ya boyfriend again, but no answer.

maybe he isn’t home..

“it’s late though, where could he— SHIT!”

suddenly you were lifted from off the ground, way off the ground, and held onto what felt like somebody shoulders. the instinct was the start kicking and screaming like hell, which you did. until you were flopped down onto the couch and your mouth was covered.

“what are you screaming for?”

with the small lighting shining a few feet away, you saw that the person who had you screaming like you were in the horror movie was your own boyfriend… “toji! why the fuck would you do that?!”

“to wake you up, duh.” a dark, raspy chuckle erupted from his chest when he saw the irritable pout in your face.

you crossed your arms over your chest, “you think you’re so—”

“yea toots, i think i’m hilarious..” he stood up and picked you up again..more gently this time. his strong and calloused hands keeping you steady by the curve of your waist. your legs finding their way wrapped around his waist and your arms snaking around his neck.

“you look cute dressed like a small secretary.” a signature mischievous smirked started to grow on this face

“small?” you question, but it want like he was lying either way.

“yea, like a doll.” the man paused for a moment, “my doll, though..”

“you’re a fucking idiot..” you laughing, pushing his face away.

“yknow it’s true, toots.”

p.s. i started gagging like writing this (//_-) /hj. + i told you guys i was coming with the conteeeent have faith mls!!! but again, paris i’m in your walls. and i hope the rest of you enjooooy!! love you, baaaaiii!!! (if you say any typos, no you didn’t)

[pretty-blkgirl]

Changbin Day

//gn!reader x Changbin//

Synopsis: You surprise your boyfriend for his birthday

Genre: fluff, suggestive

Warnings: suggestive (no explicit smut but MDNI)

A/N: Not 100% in love with this but I wanted to write something for Binnie Day so I hope you enjoooooooy

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“Baby, can I look now?” Your boyfriend asks for the 12th time. You wanted to be annoyed but you only giggle, making him whine slightly.

You put a blindfold on him, and he was holding your hand while you led him around the house.

He couldn’t stand not being able to see where you were taking him, and he was even more upset that he couldn’t predict what his surprise was.

This year you both decided on something small and intimate, so he took some time to hang out with the members yesterday and planned to do something with you on his actual birthday.

You were determined to top yourself every year. You knew he would be satisfied with takeout and a movie if that’s what you planned, but you always wanted to do something special for him.

He deserved the absolute world, and you wanted to make sure he knew how much you loved him.

Your original plan was to take him to Disney World, but you remembered he specifically asked for something intimate, so you came up with something you hoped he’d like.

“Baby we’ve been walking for hours”

“It’s been 2 minutes”

He whines again and you roll your eyes playfully. You stopped at the dining room and let go of his hand, slightly startling him.

“Baby? Where’d you go? Can I take this off?”

“Yeah, take it off,” You say nervously

He snatches the blindfold off and rubs his eyes for a second. Once done, he looks at the dining room and gasps softly.

You spent hours decorating the room, deciding upon a soft pink and black for the colors.

You loved the color scheme because you felt it represented Changbin perfectly. He had a dark, intimidating exterior but once you interacted with him, you quickly realized he was the sweetest, kindest person ever.

You watched his face as he looked down at the table, seeing all his favorite foods, then at the corner of gifts labeled with numbers.

“Baby, how many presents did you get me?” He asked.

You tell him 24, which makes him laugh.

“Really? 24 gifts?”

“Well, that’s how old you are. I thought it was cute”

He suddenly grabs you and hugs you so tight you can’t breathe. You stay in the hug for a while, silently expressing your love for one another before he hesitantly lets go.

You smile, pointing down to the food, “Let’s eat before it gets cold”

You both take a seat and he wastes no time digging into the seaweed soup. You watch as he takes a huge spoonful, then another, then another.

“This is nuts” He sighs, taking another bite, “Did my mom make this? It tastes like hers”

“No, I made it but it is her recipe. She taught me how to make it the other day”

He can’t hide the huge smile that decorates his face. You direct him to the bulgogi and bibimbap, and he happily starts to eat both. Once you’re sure he likes the food, you start to eat as well, mentally patting yourself on the back for the delicious meal.

You two eat and talk for a while, just until he gets full and suggests putting the food away. Once you two put the food up, you take him back into the dining room and pull out his cake.

He looks fondly at the cute pink and white cake with sparkling 2 & 4 candles on it.

You grab a lighter and light the candles while he turns off the lights. Then, you begin singing Happy Birthday.

He laughs because you purposely sing bad, something you both do when it’s each other’s birthday.

He applauds you when you finish and takes a second to make a wish. When he blows out the candles, you turn on the lights then cheer and start to kiss all over his face.

He takes advantage of the affection and wraps his arms around you, grabbing your face and putting his lips on yours. Before you know it, you’re sitting at the table with him standing in between your legs, still making out.

You know he wants nothing more than to bend you over the table but you stop him before things can go further

“Baby you still have gifts to open”

He ignores you and starts to kiss your neck, earning a slight moan. You feel yourself start to melt at his touch, throwing your head back when he bites at your collar bone.

His hands are on your thighs, opening then as much as he can. One hand starts to travel up your shirt but you use up the last bit of your strength to stop him once more.

“Baby please open at least one gift”

He sighs but stops and helps you off the table. You walk him over to the corner and tell him to choose one of the numbered gifts.

“There’s so many,” He says, “I don’t know what to choose”

“Yeah, originally I was gonna start giving you the gifts 24 days ago, just so you have something to open til your birthday. But some stuff didn’t come in time”

He nods, “So that’s why they’re numbered?”

You smirk, “Yep”

He stares at the neatly wrapped gifts and starts to reach for some, first going for the biggest one and then the smallest. He ends up stopping before he could grab any, making you groan

“Baby just choose one”

After a couple more seconds of deciding, he settles upon the box marked “24”. The wrapping paper was plain white with both a pelargonium zonale and a gladiolus painted on it.

“My birth flowers?” He asks. You nod and make a mental note to thank Hyunjin for painting the plants for you.

He carefully takes off the wrapping paper and is met with a white box. He opens it, finding a black, lace lingerie set.

He pulls it out to get a good look, and you see the tip of his ears start to turn pink.

A confident smile starts to appear on his face when he turns his head to look at you

You take the set from him and start to walk out the room with him right behind you.

“Nice pick” you say, stopping at the hallway bathroom, “Go wait for me in the room while I put this on”

He wastes no time running to the bedroom, excited noises leaving his mouth as you chuckle loudly.

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A/N: While I was researching his birth flowers, I found one for his specific birth date (the perlargonium) and his birth month (the gladiolus). So I decided to just add both to be safe!

[spacebeyonce]

hit 16k words so I feel accomplished enough to finally post for wip wednesday. enjoooooooy

Meryl leads them until they reach her door, and once they do she leans against it, turning to look at Vash, who stopped a few steps away. She studies him, soft around the edges and blurred by the shadows in the hallway, and bites at the inside of her cheek. "...I had a good time," she finally says, shy. "I liked -- talking, with you. It was fun."

The wood floors creak under Vash's boots as he takes a step forward, smiling at her. "I had a good time, too," he agrees. "...Maybe I can take you to dinner again?"

Her heart skips a little at the offer, and she hopes the shadows hide the smile threatening to spread across her face. "Hmm..." she hums, pretending to consider it; she already knows her answer, but it's fun to tease him a little. "I suppose you could," she considers slowly, coy, "if we're lucky enough to find another town to stop at, on the road."

The way his smile widens makes her heart flutter even more, and Meryl turns to hide her smile in the collar of her jacket, pressing her back harder against her door. The silence that hangs between them is peaceful, content -- until Vash quietly clears his throat, slowly beginning to turn away from her. "I guess I should let you get some sleep...?"

And she thinks -- yes. Yes, he should. That would be the smart thing to do -- the responsible thing to do; she knows that Roberto is going to be a demon in the morning, herding them to the truck, uncaring of how late they stay up. Yes. They should go to bed.

Instead, Meryl beckons him over with the curl of her finger. "Come here," she says, solemn, "I need to tell you something first. Something secret."

Bemused, Vash takes another step towards her, and she just gestures again, silently urging him closer. One more step and he's there, standing in front of her, a smile beginning to curl at the edges of his lips, and Meryl beckons him once more. "Vash," she scolds, teasing, "come on, it's secret. The walls have ears, you know -- I'm a journalist, I know these things."

Now Vash really was smiling, truly smiling, and he huffs out a quiet laugh. "I'll bow to your expertise, since you're a professional," he hums, breathing out another laugh as he bends down, shortening the distance between them.  This close, Meryl can see the vibrant blue of his eyes behind his shades; in the dark hallway they seem to almost glow like they did that night in the alley, and she notices the flare of his nostrils as he catches a whiff of her perfume. "Alright." His voice is a soft whisper, "the walls can't hear us now."

He was playing along with her little scheme, amusement making the corner of his eyes crinkle, and Meryl's movements are automatic -- instinctual.

She reaches up, grabbing the lapels of Vash's jacket, and rocks forward onto her tip toes as she pulls him down, pressing her lips against the curve of his jaw, inches away from the corner of his mouth. 

[imnobodysbaby]

Soooo I made something~

finally made a playlist that reminds me so much of KnoxBe~ Plus the songs I listen to whenever I write about them 🥹🩷 Enjoooooooy~ 🫶🏻

ALSO! If there's a song you might want to add lmk and I'd be happy to add em' 😌

Playlist cover courtesy of @good-ol-lisa 🩷

[mockingmoth]

Some sketches :] Enjoooooooy!!

I still don’t have a name for the plant lady but the second one is Gizmond! My friend sold him to me a while back <3

[ofherlionheart]

girl i just checked my email and saw the notif for chapter 4 of like the sun and lemme tell u the FACE i made when i saw that its 68 THOUSAND WORDS LONG???? may i please borrow even an ounce of ur power and dedication. also i am so excited to read this u dont even know imma have to block out a whole ass evening for this

LMAO i hope you enjoooooooy. remember to drink water and stretch?? <3 <3 <3

[detectivezedd]

BELIEVE_🎻🎷🎤[the girl he never noticed💦]

episode 24🎻🎻🎻🎻(didn’t have data,would have posted this since morning)now,enjoooooooy🎤I stood up hastily and found refuge at the back of some flowers,nkem also stood up he bounce walked forward, the wueeh passed that moment.“what are you doing here alone?”,she asked.nkem took his lips in and ran his fingers to the back of his neck.“am resting” he said.“fresh air….isn’t there air conditioner on…

[amercsmemoirs]

A Post-Loveater Fic

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Chat Noir's legs dangled off the rooftop as he stared starry-eyed at the pink and orange Parisian skyline. He’d watched the sunset hundreds of times, but tonight’s was more beautiful than ever before. He’d been spending more and more time with Kagami as Adrien. There were fewer patrols due to Hawkmoth’s mysterious absence. The Mayor removed Chloe from classes a few days ago, so the atmosphere in class had even been more pleasant. For the first time - ever, really - he was happy as Adrien Agreste and Chat Noir.

Light footsteps landed on the rooftop beside him; he didn’t need to look up to know that it was Ladybug. Even though he was growing closer to Kagami, he was still glad to see her. He still recognized her footsteps. He just wasn’t overwhelmed by his emotions anymore.

“Ladybug!” Chat called out without looking away from the view. “How did your patrol go?”

There was a pause, a few seconds of silence. Chat looked up at Ladybug and saw she was smiling, but it looked forced; he couldn’t quite place the expression.

“Ladybug?”

“Chat Noir.”

Chat stood up, alarmed. Since when did she call him “Chat Noir?”

“What’s wrong -”

“Chat. I need to talk to you.”

Her solemn, almost melancholy tone made his adrenaline shoot up. It was darker now, the sun had almost completely set, and it made her tense smiled that much more ominous.

He swallowed, grateful she couldn't hear his heartbeat quicken as he put on a fake smile.

“Yeah, of course, Ladybug. What’s going on?”

“I…” Ladybug started, suddenly taking great interest in the gravel between them. She took a deep breath, eyes not leaving the ground. “You were right,” she finally said, chuckling dryly. “I was jealous of Ryuuko.”

Chat blinked, surprised. Was she talking about when the three of them took out Loveater? That was almost a week ago; he honestly forgot he’d said that.

“What?”

“I was jealous of her,” she repeated. “I - the boy I …” she trailed off, still not meeting Chat’s eyes.

Chat stepped towards her in concern. He wasn't sure if he'd meant to hug her or make her look at him, but he’d never seen her so unsettled. It wasn't like Ladybug to hesitate like this.

“The boy I was in love with, he’s dating her. And the same day, you’re flirting with her and I just - I was jealous that she’d had both him and you.” Ladybug finally looked up at him, saying something like Kagami was her friend, but he wasn’t listening anymore. The boy I was in love with is dating Kagami.

He was dating Kagami.

“Ladybug wait,” Chat exclaimed, interrupting her mid-sentence. “The boy - was his name A-”

“I have a boyfriend.”

Ladybug held his gaze then, holding eye contact. He was sure that he looked like he was hit by a truck because that was definitely how he felt.

“What -”

“Yeah, uh, a few days ago I just… couldn’t deal with this anymore. You trying to make me jealous, fighting Hawkmoth and Mayura, protecting Paris, my civilian responsibilities, and I broke down. And he was there,” Ladybug continued, a genuine smile on her face.

“He was there for me,” she repeated. “Not Ladybug, not Lady Noire, me. The civilian me. He doesn’t have any interest in Ladybug at all, actually,” she added with a laugh. “You aren’t even interested in me.”

A flash of anger and hurt surged through Chat. How dare she say that when he’s loved her since the day they met?

“You don’t know that, Ladybug, if you would have just told me who you were -”

“You love Ladybug,” she responded, raising her voice higher than his. She didn’t yell, and it made him a little ashamed he’d raised his voice first. “You would have only been with me because you knew the civilian me was Ladybug. I deserve better than that, Chat Noir. I want to be with someone I can be myself with because they want me, not Ladybug.”

That’s not fair, a small voice in his head piped up.

“I would have loved whoever you were under the mask, Ladybug. No matter what. I loved you because you’re the one under the mask, not because you’re Ladybug. If I’d met you without the mask, I would have loved you, I know I would.”

At that, she shook her head and smiled at him sadly.

“I know you wouldn’t choose me over Ladybug, Chat Noir. You had the chance to, and you didn’t. And it’s fine, good even!” she added, sadness disappearing. “We’re both moving on with our lives now."

She was smiling ever so sweetly as if she hadn't just turned his world upside down. He couldn't even think of the words to begin to describe how he was feeling. Something ominous threatened to push its way out, but he clenched his teeth and said nothing.

"You don’t have to call me ‘my Lady’ anymore, Chat Noir. I hope we can still protect Paris together, as partners. You’re still my friend, and I will always have your back.”

He should be happy to hear this, he should smile and say he’s glad, and of course, they’re still partners, and then he should go home and text Kagami and yet -

If she was in love with the boy dating Kagami then -

“Why are you only telling me this now, Ladybug? If you had said something sooner we - we wouldn’t have to have this talk.”

Then she sighed, and she sounded so tired.

"I... We're not dating... yet," she added sharply when Chat's head shot up. "I wanted to clear this up with you first. You're someone I care about a lot Chat, even if we're not together."

She looked at him, waiting for him to respond or agree with her, but he couldn't. His shoulders tensed and his jaw clenched and he remained silent.

Ladybug's shoulders dropped as she continued talking.

“You could be right. But my duty as Ladybug is to protect this city from Hawkmoth and retrieve the missing Miraculouses. I’m hoping that your sense of duty will be what fuels you from now on as well.”

She watched him expectantly again, waiting for a response. He knew what he should be saying, knew what she wanted him to say, but he didn’t trust what would come out of his mouth.

"Yeah," he mumbled roughly. "Me too."

He could feel resentment creeping up and he knew that Ladybug did not deserve it. Before he knew it, he was walking back to his perch on the edge of the roof.

With a sigh, he heard her footsteps again and knew she’d left.

The sun had completely set a while ago and it was cold and dark. The deep blue Parisian skyline was nowhere near as inviting as it was ten minutes ago.

With a sigh, he stood up and made his way home. It was late and for the first time in days, he had to pretend everything was fine.

[giushia]

The bussiness man 

[hamathiel-sunsheer]

Not as vast a selection as usual, but... I know he does tend to prefer smaller spreads, whatever my own penchants toward spoiling him when I can. With any luck, it will all be to his taste. I simply hope he does not grin and bear my choices for this little surprise simply for my benefit-- least of all for his birthday. I know he might be tempted to in the end, unspoken as Aki tends to be in his kindness. He may say he would not lie to me over something like this, but I know better. I always do, the foolish man.

If nothing else, I can take solace in the fact he will enjoy the sight of Shadowmoon’s starry skies if he does not enjoy the food. It is almost amusing how simple it is to please him in that regard. Despite my flippancy with him at times, on some level I do quite love that uncomplicated, borderline childish part about him as much as the rest of his enigmatic self.

Happy birthday, Aki. I hope we can see the next year together like this, too.

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@the-inept-mistweaver

(Recipes found here.)

[polaroid15]

Febuwhump Day 1: Mind Control

It’s heeeeeere! 

Summary: The one where Parker luck is proven to be the worst luck. But hey, at least he's got the best family in the world to help him through it all.

Read at https://archiveofourown.org/works/29138196/chapters/71533821

Love you guys!!  Thanks for joining me on this journey! 

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Chapter One

Peter doesn’t realize that something has gone terribly wrong until the last alien hits the ground.

At first he’s excited, body thrumming with adrenaline as he sidesteps over their victory. The fight had been, for lack of a better term, a satisfying study break. He takes a moment to stretch out the tightness in his back and shoulders, relishing in the cold air as his heart rate calms.

Satisfied, he sweeps his eyes across their small battlefield in search of a familiar flash of red and gold. Though the fight had started on the ground, they’ve ended up on the rooftop of some ritzy skyscraper, the city stretched far beneath them and painted gold in the dark light of the moon.

Aside from all the alien guts, it’s not a bad view.

“Tony?”

The man had called him just over an hour earlier asking for his help in scrambling up a couple of rouge aliens from their last big mission. Being close by and more than ready to assist his hero, Peter had been in his suit and by Tony’s side in a matter of minutes, hardly believing his luck. Somehow, despite everything they’ve been through, he still managed to get nervous every time he fought alongside his hero.

To his relief, however, the fight went off without a hitch. Unlike their normal brand, neither sustained any injuries, ‘finishing off the fight with flare’, as Tony would say.

But where is he now?

“Tony?” Peter calls again, slipping off his mask and looking around with enthusiasm. “Where’d you go?”

His voice carries and dies in silence.

“Hello?”

Confused and a little unnerved, Peter spins on his heels in a full 360 and debates putting his mask back on to ask Karen for Tony’s location. It’s out of character for Tony to vanish like this, and it makes his stomach tighten in worry.

“Mr. Stark!”

“Here.”

Peter jumps and turns towards the noise, feeling relief leak into his limbs. “Oh. H-hey man. There you are.”

Tony doesn’t say anything, stiff as a board and levitating a few feet off the ground. There’s a chunk of metal missing from his helmet, ripped clean through so his right eye and nose are showing.

“You’re mask-”

“Peter Parker?”

“What? Yeah Tony. Are- are you okay? You look a little off. Did one of the aliens hurt-”

But there is no ‘you’, because before Peter can finish his sentence, Tony is flying towards him at an alarming speed, repulsors glowing bright. Startled, Peter jumps out of the way and shouts in alarm. “Tony! What the-”

A fiery blast of hot energy hits the ground between his feet. Yelling out once more, Peter scrambles back, hands raised in frantic defense at the sudden rush of heat. “Tony! Stop! What are you doing?”

He doesn’t get an answer. As Tony progresses forward, Peter tries desperately to connect with the man, but his eyes are as blank and empty as the night sky behind him. It’s then that it all comes together, and Peter feels his heart stutter in his chest.

“Oh- oh no. Did you breathe in any gas? Oh God. You did, didn’t you?”

Another blast of energy is fired towards him. It barely misses his shoulder and the material of his suit begins to smoke. Not good. So not good. The aliens were known to produce an aerial toxin that triggers the brain to be particularly inclined to violence. Someone would kill their own family if exposed to it.

And right now, Peter is the only target.

Just his luck.

“Snap out of it Mr. Stark! Wake up!”

Peter feels his heel catch on uneven cement and he stumbles, falling hard on his butt and using the momentum to scramble backwards on his hands and feet. The fear hits him now. He feels it in the sharp sting on the back of his tongue and the inability to fully breathe, his spider-sense screaming and making his head spin. He moves to pull on his mask and realizes in detached wonder that he no longer has it in his hand.

“Peter Parker,” Tony says again, his voice monotonous and void of everything Peter is used to. It’s chilling, and Peter lifts a shaky hand in warning.

“D-don’t come any closer!”

But Tony does. Without blinking an eye, he closes the distance between them and encloses his gauntleted hand around Peter’s outstretched wrist. Before Peter can comprehend the pain, his web shooter sparks with electricity as the gadget breaks under pressure. He screams as his wrist snaps along with the mechanism and arcs his foot up in a reflexive kick. It hits Tony in the abdomen and succeeds in forcing the man to let go, pushing him back a couple steps.

Breathing heavily, Peter scrambles away, broken wrist pinned to his chest protectively. He can feel Tony following him closely and gasps when his metal fingers close around his shoulder, halting his escape.

Peter uses his remaining web shooter to fire a web at Tony’s oncoming fist, pulling the force of it off course so it slams into the concrete at their feet. It breaks like ice around the impact and the shock of knowing it had been directed at him leaves him weak.

“Tony please-”

Undeterred, Tony swings his arm with the web out to the side, throwing Peter off his balance. As he stumbles, Tony uses his other hand to throw a hard punch into the boy’s ribs. He hears them crack but hardly feels the pain, tears welling in his eyes.

“This- this isn’t you. Look at me-”

Peter gasps as his undamaged wrist is pinned against the roof, the metal crushed just like the first. As he screams, Tony finds his eyes, staring blankly and completely unaffected by Peter’s pain.

“It’s me. It’s- It’s Peter. This isn’t you! Fight it!”

The panic and fear in his body has made him numb. When Tony closes his hand around Peter’s throat, he can barely blink, let alone fight it away. The very real possibility that he’s about to die races through him like lightning.

“T-Tony. Mr. Stark.”

The pressure on his throat increases as the man lifts him off the ground. Peter manages to lift his hands to the vice grip, fingers curling around Tony’s in an attempt to relieve the strain. It makes his wrists shoot in pain and for a moment, all he can see are stars.

When his vision clears, he’s hanging by Tony’s hand over a 100 story drop. The city swarms like an anthill beneath them and Peter tightens his hold against Tony’s. His web shooters are shattered.

If Tony drops him, he will die.

“Tony,” Peter chokes. With every ounce of being he can muster, he searches Tony’s eyes. Just as before, they hold no resemblance to the man Peter knows. His hero. His friend.

His family.

“Don’t drop me.”

The grip tightens so dramatically that Peter thinks his neck will be crushed before he even gets the chance to fall. Despite the pain, he refuses to break his eye contact with his mentor. They glimmer against Peter’s reflection, glassy and distant.

“Not your fault,” he chokes. It’s hard to speak around the vice grip and nearly impossible to pull together sentences through the thick fog in his head. But he tries, even when his vision tunnels. It’s important. “I- I- forgive you. Don’t- don’t blame yourself, okay?”

He needs Tony to understand. This could be his last chance, and more than ever, despite hanging above certain death, he knows it to be true.

“I l-love you.”

There’s a flicker of recognition in Tony’s eyes. A glimmer of himself that almost has Peter believing that it’s over, that they’ll be okay.

But then Tony drops him.

He doesn’t have the breath to scream.

Though Tony disappears quickly from his view, Peter keeps the man’s face in his mind as the ground races up to meet him. It fills his eyes with tears, the injustice of it all.

Tony will never forgive himself.

And Peter is going to die.

The wind rips through him viciously as he plummets. He’s fallen through this same skyline countless times and can hardly believe it’s his last.

He closes his eyes and sees May’s face beside Tony’s. Ned and MJ’s, too.

Though he’s never prayed before in his life, the words come to him now.

Help them be safe. Help them be okay.

He wants to be brave. He wants it more than anything.

Eyelids dark, it’s impossible to tell how close he is to the ground. The sounds of traffic draw closer, he thinks he hears a scream.

The impact is jarring.

It hits him all at once, stealing his air and lighting every broken bone on fire. For one soul wrenching second, he thinks the pain of it is his last conscious thought. That just like that, his short sixteen years have expired into dust.

Then he feels metal arms under his shoulders and thighs, hears through the static the distant roar of repulsors. Swears and sobs echo through it all in a delirious cocktail of grief, and Peter comes to the realization quite slowly that he hasn’t died after all.

“Tony?” It’s weak and breathless, like he’s just hopped off the world’s fastest roller coaster. With the last of his energy, his eyelids separate and he sees Tony’s face, covered in tears and unmistakable horror.

He had caught him.

“Tony-”

They crescent their journey on the top of a different, much shorter building. Peter feels himself being laid on his back and for some reason beyond his current comprehension, can’t find the strength to move from it.

Above him, Tony has his head in his hands. He’s shaking and Peter tries to reach out towards him, to show him he’s alright, but all he can do is twitch his fingers.

“Nice- nice catch.”

Tony’s shoulders still, going dangerously quiet. Peter watches with blurred vision as his face appears from behind his hands, the eye Peter can see bloodshot and brimming with an emotion he’s too tired to fully recognize.

“Pete-”

“Not your fault,” Peter breathes, exhausted. He closes his eyes and almost can’t find the strength to open them again. His body feels like the plane he had crashed in Coney Island.

“It is my fault,” Tony says. There’s tension and remorse coloring his voice, which tremors violently. “Christ, Peter. I hurt you.”

“You- you saved me.”

“No!”

“You always save me.”

“Peter-”

“S’okay.” He tries for a smile, but it must look like a grimace because Tony stifles another noise of regret. “I’m okay. I promise.”

“Oh kid-”

With a rush of vertigo, Peter feels himself being pulled up into Tony’s arms. It’s only until he feels the warmth of Tony’s skin that he realizes he’s removed himself from his suit. It’s nice, familiar, and the last of Peter’s resolve vanishes like smoke.

His hero.

His friend.

And in some ways, his father.

If he hadn’t known it before, he sure as hell knows it now.

“I love you too, kiddo,” Tony whispers, and Peter feels their hug tighten, as if it’s the man’s sole intention of never letting go.

And maybe, Peter thinks, it is.

[lustfulravishing]

It wasn't often that Kai made his way back home but one of the first places he always found himself was tucked away from the bustle of Portland along the beach. Nothing centered him more than tuning into the sound of the ocean when he played, it made him finally feel at home. The seclusion was why he fell in love with this beach in the first place so when he heard a voice over the acoustic melody, he nearly gave himself whiplash turning to find the source. His fingers stopped moving over the strings as soon as he laid eyes on the man walking toward him. He couldn't remember the last time he was stopped dead in his tracks. "I uh.. didn't know I wasn't alone." Kai chuckled, finding himself unable to tear his gaze away from the older male. "Isn't a siren a mermaid?"

Come Away With Me || Poseidon and Kai

@lustfulravishing​

Docking his boat was muscle memory. He could have manipulated the water to help him do so but he didn’t need to. In moments the sea captain stepped out smoothly on the dock though he was less smooth on solid ground than he was on his ship. Unlike most mortals, he never got his land legs back under him properly. Not too far from that very dock sat a man, a handsome man, a man with a guitar. And that tune he heard over the sound of the ocean crashing against the rocks.. was actually memorizing. Before he could stop himself, he stumbled along that dock toward the sound and up the sand. “Hey- hey what is that? Are you a siren or something? ” 

[keeps-ache]

ouhhg i'm hungry :(

[raisans-art]

It’s late as balls take Joe and Cleo

Some talk about Cleo’s design because my friends are asleep like the dweebs they are:

So first and most obvious: her dress. I went off the rails. Criminally insane. Her skin was a blueprint and I took that and told it that I did not respect it and made my own thing. I did some searching for Mycenaean Greek dresses and used the photos I found to design this dress. I made sure to keep it shoulderless and held up by the gold around her torso to keep the resemblance. Most photos I found showed that women just left the tat roam free so I kept it modest by closing the front significantly and putting another layer underneath (as I had found enough photos displaying this as well (presumably for the same reasons I took this route)). The trimmings were basically the same if a bit winged. The bottom part of the dress was more like a two piece skirt, a bottom skirt with a solid colour trim that followed up the front and an over skirt that parted in the middle and was either layered or solid. I did the layered because I said so. I turned the top skirt around to the side to, again, keep resemblance. When looking at the patterns, the lower trim of the layers was either tassels or just striped fabric. I shrugged and left it vague. For the main part, any patterns(if any) were polka dots, so yeah. The top, fastening cloth at the top of the skirt was often patterned too so I did my own simple pattern there. Also I made it the darker blue just to break up the skirt from the top. Thought of dress colour choice boiled down to: I want the snakes to fit in so I added greens and oranges to tie in some of their eyes and their scales and red because there was a lot of red in the references I found. Lastly I just cleaned up the dress cuz I wanted it to look nice, sue me.

Enough bout the dress moving on. Uhhh nails cuz yes. Snake eyes cuz of course. Pointy ears cuz gorgon. I made it so that she had a gap in her neck because Medusa. I made all the snakes look derpy as hell because they deserved it honestly. They look adorable. Also they all carry flowers in their mouths as a tie in to Cleo’s og skin. Also fangs because yes.

Joe is there with my preliminary Cleo design and I love him

I will also have you know that I loved the base body and it pained me to erase it

Ok enjoooooooy!

[ghostiewriter]

i could be a better boyfriend than him | kiarah

Summary: Sarah did everything that was expected of her. She became the perfect daughter, the perfect student, the perfect girlfriend, the perfect little kook. But one taste of freedom and she craves more, and her freedom comes in the shape of Kiara Carrera.

Warnings: SMUT, swearing, little bits of angst I guess? I think that’s it

Word Count: 7K

A/N: HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY @theuniversezecho !!!! It’s no vagina crystal but it’s something🌚despite what I say, i actually quite like you :) I HOPE YOU ENJOOOOOOOY!! And this is based of “Boyfriend” by Dove Cameron because that’s a Kiarah song and no one can convince me otherwise

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“Does it excite you, Sarah?” A voice spoke from behind her and despite every instinct to turn around, she didn’t. “Playing the game…acting like you’re one of them…pretending to be the perfect bubble wrap girl.”

Her breath hitched but she didn’t answer.

“They think they know you,” Kiara whispered and stepped behind the blonde, close enough for her to feel the heat of her body. “He thinks he knows you, but we both know that’s a load of shit, isn’t it, baby?”

Sarah pressed her lips together as she felt Kiara’s fingertips gliding over her bare shoulders before fiddling with the straps of the light green dress she wore. One tug and she would be exposed, one tug and Kiara could have her standing in nothing but her underwear.

The thought alone made her shiver in the best way.

“He doesn’t know what you like,” Kiara whispered, placing soft kisses on her exposed skin in between words. “He doesn’t know how to fuck you like he means it, does he?”

Sarah was pretty sure she could hear the way her heart was thundering in her chest, blood roaring in her ears as Kiara’s fingers teased the zipper on the back of her dress.

“He can’t fuck you like I do, can he?”

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