#I AM GOING YO JUMP OFF A BRIDGE

[idk-i-just-really-like-tsc]

i am literally not strong enough for this

[charliemwrites]

Before charmed slasher Simon revealed his true identity, what were movie nights like? I’d kill for a lil section on them almost cuddling on the couch while watching a scary movie and Simon absolutely adoring when you jump and scooch closer to him on instinct 🥹🥹 please charlie I beg you 😭

*Checks notes, chats with The Council* Yeah okay... we can do that.

CW for a bit of somnophilia and Simon being a creep!!

You open the door looking like some kind of pastry with too-big eyes. Soft, cream-colored pair of joggers and a thin pink jumper, so fuzzy he just knows he'll find fluff on him after this. You look so cozy and sweet; he wants to put a pretty belled collar on you. Maybe watch you curl up in a nest of blankets, safe behind the bars of a cage.

But maybe not, he muses as you chirp a greeting, taking his hand to tug him into your apartment. A lamb inviting a wolf to the pen. He likes you best like this, all loose limbed and free to roam. Thinks maybe you'd lose some of that mischievous glint if he locked you up.

The collar though... he'd like to hear it ring as you bounce around him.

"I am the bestest friend ever," you declare, squeezing calloused fingers so much bigger and crueler and blood-stained than your own. "You know why?"

He arches an eyebrow. Your impish smile widens with delight. "Why's that, luv?"

"Well, you know that one place you wanted last week, but they were closed?"

He grunts and nods. Last week was your choice to pick the movie, which mean he was in charge of dinner.

"Well... they're still closed for repairs but! I talked to the owner, who talked to his mum, and she gave me the recipe for that dish you like. So guess what I did!"

He stares at you for a moment, teeth aching his jaw with the urge to sink them into soft flesh. Mark you as his. How the hell are you real? How the hell are you here?

When he's silent a beat to long, you click your tongue.

"You're no fun - I tried to make it," you explain.

Only then does he become aware of the scent in your apartment. Garlic and red meat and savory spices. His mouth fills with saliva as he focuses his attention on you again.

"Smells great, luv," he says, flicking the corner of his mouth up.

You beam. "Hopefully it's good! I tried it first and it seems alright, but I'm not sure it's as good as the restaurant."

It's almost not a conscious thought to snap his arm out and scoop you up, dragging you in against his chest. You yelp initially, but it devolves into a little giggle as you flatten your palms against his chest.

"Thank you, luv."

Every time he comes into your home, it's a struggle not to keep you. Not to take this place for himself, keep you for his own among all your pretty, soft things. Blood washes out; he'd show you how.

"Rileyyyy!" you mock-whine, pushing at him. "C'mon, before it gets cold."

He wants to make a comment about eating you. Simon thinks he could survive a winter on your taste alone. Instead he lets you on your feet, eases his snake-like grip around your waist. You cast him one last, warm look and skip off to the kitchen to fill bowls with food.

"So what movie are we watching?" you call.

"You ever seen Sinister?" he asks.

You make an annoyed noise. "You know I haven't!"

"Well, that's what we're watching."

You appear with a full, steaming bowl and a beer, shoo him to the couch with a little kick to his ankles. "Get it set up while I finish serving."

"Bossy thing," he tuts, voice a little too low for teasing.

The bridge of your nose darkens with a flush, but you make a cheeky little face in return. "Someone's gotta keep you in line!"

You're gone before you can hear the rumble in his chest. Some days he could swear you know what you're doing; that you know just what sort of animal you're poking at. That you're seeing just how much you can prod before he springs.

He tries not to imagine that cheeky, smug little smirk going all wet-eyed and desperate with lust. Sits to hide the bulge forming in his pants and sets up the movie.

You saunter out with your own, less-filled bowl and a glass of white wine. Take one look at the screen and shoot him an exasperated look.

"I should have known," you complain.

"Literally called Sinister, luv."

"Yeah, I know," you lament.

As soon as the movie starts you're curling into his side, eyes huge. Meal forgotten in your lap.

"Oh, no," you whisper, tilting your face to give him a pleading look. "I can't eat like this!"

"Eat quick, luv. You'll have a break after this first part.”

You do as you’re told; take a big sip of wine when you’re done - just in time for the first jumpscare. You save the wine but quickly put it away, shrinking down against the cushions.

“You’re mean, awful, terrible,” you mumble, fumbling a blanket off the back of the couch.

“‘S not very nice,” he snorts, licking his fork clean. You’d made it quite well for a first time. Not necessarily as good as the restaurant’s but better for you having made it special for him.

“You’re not very nice,” you reply, going stiff with fear as the “home movies” start playing. “No no no, fuck all of that.”

As soon as he’s set his bowl aside, you’re clinging in his arm. Bicep squished against your breasts, little fingers curling hard into flesh. He hopes you’ll leave cute little bruises. Your eyes are huge trained on the tv, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“Holy shit,” you squeak, hiding your face.

Chuckling, he nudges at you. “Uh uh, no hiding. C’mon, I’m right here.”

You whimper and snuggle in even closer, wedged up against his ribs, leaning into him. Nearly climb into his lap when the creature starts moving on the screen, hands flapping.

“Fuuuuuck that,” you whine, “he’s so fucked oh my god.”

Simon chuckles, setting his other hand on your thigh. Indulges in stroking his thumb over the inseam of your joggers. You barely even seem to notice, engrossed in fear.

By the end, you’re fanning yourself of the panic, shooting him a look that’s meant to be accusing but mostly just owlish.

“You have to make it up to me,” you declare.

Oh, he could think of a dozen ways to do that.

“Yeah?” he rumbles. “What do you need?”

“We’re watching something else. My pick this time.” You pause, shoot him a worried look. “Can you stay for another?”

He smirks. “Couldn’t kick me out if you tried, luv.”

You really couldn’t. Because you’re adorable when you’re scared. Look like something to ruin. But the aftermath is almost better. When your body melts into warmth and (false) safety. The anxiety drains away, leaving you sleepy and pliable. You’ll fall asleep within the hour.

And you do. Clue playing (subtitles on) you’re snoozing against his shoulder before long. He waits until the movie ends for plausible deniability, then takes you to bed. You hardly stir, save to press your nose against his collar with a little hum.

He eases you out of your joggers, eyes flickering at the pretty lace clinging to your hips. Tiny little bows at the sides.

Snuffs out the bedside lamp and fishes his fully-hard cock from his pants. He teases his free hand along your inner thigh, over the lace front of your panties. Scrapes his nail a bit where your clit is hidden. Nearly purrs when you moan softly, wiggling on the mattress to open your thighs wider, still out cold.

Fucks his other hand vicious and brutal, relishing the slight dry pain. Fast and hard, already worked up from having you trembling against him for over an hour. It doesn’t take long to fall over that edge, the memory of your squeaks and cries finishing him off.

He covers the sensitive, angry tip as he cums, no matter how much he wants to paint you with his spend. He takes a deep breath as the pleasure courses through him, twitching through aftershocks. Cracks his neck as he peeks your peaceful expression.

Can’t help himself. Smears his wet thumb over the front of your panties. Nothing you’ll notice in the morning, but you’ll spend all night with him marking your cunt. Maybe even all day tomorrow.

He should go.

Ends up gently, carefully, glossing your bitten bottom lip with a drop of cum as well. Gets rock hard all over again when your tongue flicks out at the sensation, tasting. Still unconscious. You roll over with a sleepy sigh and curl up.

Simon pulls the blankets over you and returns to the living room to clean up from dinner. He’s not yet willing to slink back to his den.

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[mintkookiess]

I like you, okay?!

A/N: Fluff fluff just fluff after the whole fiasco with "It's Always Been Her." (I need to recover from it)

Anyways, enjoy!

Love,

Mint

POV: Miles comes into your room at 3 am unexpectedly :3

Tags: Miles Morales x reader, slight cussing, LOTS OF FLUFF, sassy annoyed reader, confessions

Word count: 1k

At around 3 am, your phone started dinging, making you groggily grab your phone from the bedside table.

The sudden light from the screen made you wince. "Why the fuck is Miles texting me, it’s too late for this.” You groaned as you clicked on the unread message from him.

Hey Y/n, can I come over real quick?

You clicked your tongue in frustration, placing a hand over your eyes, and rubbed softly in a poor attempt to wake yourself up before looking back down to type the shortest possible reply that you could muster at the time.

Sure.

After hitting the send button, you huffed, chucking your phone across the bed.

As your eyes start to close once more, a soft stealthy tapping at the window makes you open your eyes again, making you grumble from great annoyance at how your best friend always found the worst times to sneak into your bedroom.

Spiderman or not, this was plain fucking torture.

"Are you ready?~" You hear a muffled voice as the window opened wider. "Oh God, please no." You groaned, throwing a pillow over your face. This was your last attempt to just drown him out, but apparently, nothing is going your way tonight. 

You hear the soft padding of feet, accompanied by the familiar thwip sound of his web-shooters, swinging himself into your bedroom with a soft thud and faintly landing on his feet.

"What do you want Miles?" You said with your voice muffled by the pillow. "I know this might be a horrible time to ask, but do you think I could stay for a while?" He asked with a sheepish smile. Miles stood by your bed, awaiting your response.

You nonchalantly wave your hand off at him, eager to just get this over with. "Do whatever you want man." 

Miles' eyes glistened in delight. "You're so kind tonight, what's changed?" His stupid ass question just made you want to throw him out the window.

You didn't respond, too exhausted to even think of a sassy remark. It was literally 3 in the morning, you did not have time for his antics. 

However, he merely chuckled at your lack of a reaction as his lips curved into his usual smile. "Sorry, I'm a bit of a night owl. What with patrol and all that, but I couldn't go without seeing you. Your eyes have been haunting my dreams..." He trailed off.

"Ah yes, it's me being your sleep paralysis demon telling you to stop bothering me at such an ungodly hour." You replied sarcastically, finally removing the pillow from your face as it started to give you a hard time breathing. 

You turned to lay on your side and looked up at him, clearly unimpressed. It was just too late for this shit. 

Miles sees this, and suddenly gets defensive, sitting on the edge of your bed across from you. "Maybe if you weren't always so busy with classes—"

He suddenly stopped talking as he realizes what he said. Miles' face slowly turned red and he was internally hoping to all the gods existing that you wouldn't spot it from the darkness of your room. 

Ah, maybe I should just jump out of the window. He thought as he took a deep breath in, his fingers tapping against his thigh anxiously. "I like you, okay?!" He quickly said, nervously looking up at you. 

"You... WHAT?!" You suddenly yelled, causing you to sit up in shock, mouth agape and eyes widened. What the hell is this guy on about now?! And at 3 FUCKING AM?

"Okay okay, I know. Totally stupid to just jump the gun here but it's so hard to sleep. Sometimes I lose focus when I'm being Spiderman. I spend an awful lot of time thinking about you. Y-You're funny, kind, smart, all the things I like in a person." Miles rambled on, not even daring to stare directly into your eyes for fear of seeing your reaction to his sudden confession.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, sighing. "Is this why you deliberately tried to be my lab partner when I was new at school?" To which Miles' nervous expression became that of a guilty one.

"Maybe..." He admits, his voice sounding even less confident than before.

"Don't you like that Gwen girl from our class? I would've assumed because you two are literally so close." The guy in front of you only shrinks further into himself, feeling his heart sink and his face fall. "Gwen's like a sister to me. She isn't you." He said with a slight emphasis that really sounded more like a whine. 

Miles' words are slow but honest. His eyes trail up to the wall behind you to try to keep a brave face, which was slowly crumbling by the minute.

You snuck a glance at him before exhaling loudly. You flip your fingers back and forth, signaling him to come closer. "I guess you can cuddle with me." You mumbled, ignoring the way your cheeks are heating up. 

Not even wanting to see his reaction, you place your blanket back over your entire body, laying back down on your bed, facing the wall and away from him.

He seemed surprised, and his face instantly lit up. Miles let out a happy gasp as he grabs your blanket gently, climbing underneath it as he cautiously wraps an arm around your waist and snuggles up against your back. He even mustered the courage to bury his nose in your hair. 

Miles' heart was beating erratically, rendering him absolutely speechless as he held on to you as if his life depended on it. Well, it was a dream come true for the poor boy. He'd been practicing how he'd confess to you for the last three months. 

"You do know that you're going to have to work hard to get my 'yes' right?" You mumbled, trying to use every ounce of energy left in your body to numb the way his arm around your waist made you feel. "I'm fine with that," Miles quickly replied, his words soft and comforting. 

"As long as I can be with you, in any capacity, I am content." He chuckled. Shortly after the two of you slowly drifted off to sleep, still in each other's arms. Or more like, you were still in his arms.

Fin.

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Trans Spidey reader where the reader is really into Miguel’s fangs and talons and everyone at HQ knows but Miguel (basically just sexual tension between oblivious people)

Miguel O’Hara x FTM!! Reader

Warnings: slight nsfw, def some hard tension, swearing, we stan cat claw Miguel. And remember I am German.. so poorly translated Spanish

I didn’t put a lot of detail in that reader is trans, but I feel that it’s still reassuring to know this fic has a trans reader :)) knowing that it’s about him but sorry!!

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“Yo, where’s your head at, mate?” Hobie hits your shoulder getting your attention. You blink from zoning out and uncross your arms.

“Uh just zoning my bad,” you say while boosting yourself back on your hands on the ledge, shoulders near your ears.

It was around lunch time at the HQ and you and Hobie were sitting on one of the ledges in the main lobby where you walk in. It was actually pretty quite since everyone is in the cafeteria, only some passing by.

“Are ye still thinking bout him, bro?” Hobie scoffs but chuckles at the same time. You roll your eyes, “kinda but it’s something else about him..” you ponder off.

Hobie rolls his eyes, “what? how he got like monster like features?” You go quiet and your eyes go wide.

“NAH MATE-!” He pushes you and fake gags. You cover your face and stand yourself up and start walking.

“Dude, I knew you liked em’ but not like that!” Hobie follows you as you guys hop down to the bridge, but you stop and he trips over you.

“wait,” you slowly turn around to him, “is it that obvious?” You frown up at him, waiting for his response.

“Yes! Bruv, you stare at him 24/7! And when you do it’s like your eyes turn to heart eyes.” He says and you groan throwing your head back while covering your face once again out of embarrassment.

“What about him interest you??” Hobie asks and you groan once again. “It’s too embarrassing,” you words slur from your hands.

He places his hand on your shoulder while walking around you. “I promise you it can’t be that bad,” hobie says and you move your hands giving him a look.

He raises his eyebrows, you look down. “His fangs and claws..” you mumble. “Huh,” hobie’s eyebrows furrow.

“His fangs and claws! Have you seen them! God I can’t there just so, ugh,” you throw your arms up.

Hobie stares wide eyed and mouth open, “lord, are you sure that’s the only thing?”

“We’ll obviously not, he’s so sweet when we’re alone. And he helps me a lot with certain things,” you say and comb your hair with your fingers.

“what kind of certain things??” Hobie smirks.

You side eye him, “your impossible to talk to.”

“If you think about it, it’s like monster fucking,” hobie says nonchalantly. You eyes went wide and jaw dropped. “You’re fucking disgusting,” you push and kick at Hobie and he stumbles.

You turn around and walk away. “Where are you going, dude?!” Hobie calls out to you. “To blow off steam!” You yell back and swing away.

“I would go find Miguel for that then, mate!” He laughs and sees you fumble a bit while swinging.

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Your eyes barely left Miguel’s body the entire time. The thing was, you were barley listening to Miguel ramble.

He usually tended to do that when you guys were alone.

No matter what he does, he was just perfect. The way his hips swayed without realizing, giving sassy looks at others, which you found funny and cute. God, you wondered if he really did even know you liked him, you were obvious.

You were leaned against his desk, arms crossed and zoned out.

I wonder what triggers them..

how does he control them too?

most of all, I wonder how they feel…

Miguel turned towards you, “you get what I mean?” He suddenly asked.

You jumped, “uhm yeah sure.” Your head was still crowed.

He raised his eyebrow at you, “ why are you always out of it, cariño? You’ve been like this a couple days,” he asked you as he walked over to where you were.

You cleared your throat and boosted yourself up on the desk, “yeah, I’ve just been thinking..about- things?”

“Is that a question or statement?” Miguel’s eyes were on you, watching your body tense from his stare.

Miguel was utterly oblivious as well when it came to liking someone. Never noticed until someone points it out or if he gets jealous.

And, you had no idea he was literally obsessed with you. Jess had to smack the fuck out him to get his shit together and ask you out.

You let out a nervous chuckle and adjusted the neck of your suit. Miguel huffs and walks over to you. Your head was looking down at the ground, not noticing how the distance started closing until you saw big hands go on either side of your hips.

Miguel bad you trapped between his arms, his hips between your legs.

“Tell me,” he demanded. “huh,” you barely had words, ‘does this man not know notice what he’s doing?’

“Tell me what’s wrong so I can make you focus or feel better,” Miguel repeated. You bite the inside of your cheek, “okay..” you move yourself so you can reach for Miguel’s hand.

Miguel furrows his eyebrows, but continues watching, not wanting to stop you.

You grab it, admiring the pretty veins before pressing down in the middle of his palm, causing the talons to shoot out. You gasp and grin slightly.

Miguel raises his eyebrows, since he just takes his claw out on command, he didn’t know that was a way they could also show.

Your fingers graze his talons, loving the sharp edges. Miguel stares, eyes lidded looking at your mesmerized face. Suddenly, you gently drop his hand and reach up for Miguel’s face.

His eyes widen and he’s pushed up against you, your hands on his jaw.

“sorry, can I please just..?” you ask gently and Miguel nods like his hypnotized by you.

Your thumb traces his cheekbone while the other grazes his lips. Miguel’s body felt like it was on fire, being pushed up against you while your hands on him.

If you weren’t so oblivious and mesmerized by him right now, you would of felt the bulge creeping up against you, including the heat between your legs.

You lift Miguel’s upper lip, “can you show me them..please,” you ask noticing his fangs aren’t showing.

Miguel once again nods and opens his mouth, a soft sharp sound was heard and they appeared.

Your eyes shined with amazement and a slight grin. Your thumb stayed in his upper lip to get better angles of them.

Without noticing, you leaned closer and your thighs squeezed against Miguel’s hips. Miguel’s breath hitched when he felt you. His eyes swirled with red lust watching over you.

He felt special that you were so entranced by him, all your attention on him in this moment.

“..so sharp, Miguel,” you said under your breath and he felt his eyes go lidded as your other hand went to hold his hip to pull him even closer if that was possible.

You moaned as your thumb got a slight cut from his fangs, blood immediately oozing out. Miguel’s eyes widening, “..can I?” He asked.

You nodded and placed your hand that was on his face, onto his hips now. Miguel looked into your eyes as he stuck the tip of his tongue out and kitten licked the blood.

He leaned forward and placed one of his hands on your thigh, squeezing slightly with his claws.

Miguel wrapped his perfect lips around your thumb and sucked slightly, you feeling him suck the blood out. You watched with your mouth slightly open, and shifted your hips in the counter, accident brushing against him.

He grunted and released your thumb with a pop, his tongue still sticking out his mouth as he let you go.

Miguel’s claws dug into your thigh and slightly ran your hands up his body, loving how your hands fit on his snap waist.

Your hands made it to his biceps and then to his shoulders.

Miguel seemed breathless as your hands traced him, him staring into your own lidded eyes.

Your eyes flickered down to his plump brown lips, seeing the blood that dried slightly on them. You licked your own and you both leaned in slowly,

As soon as you felt his breath on you, a loud accent was heard.

“OI MIGUEL!! Can I steal Y/n?? I need him for something- oh..” Hobie stopped immediately in his tracks when he tilted his head up and saw you two connected by the hips.

Both of your heads snapped to him, staring wide eyed.

Hobie quickly turned around on his boot, he shoved his hands in his pockets, “I’ll just tell him later if guess! SORRY MATES!” Hobie yelled.

As soon as hobie was at the door he yelled, “make sure to use those fangs in bed on him, Miguel!”

“GET OUT,”

The sight was something, but that something was something that Hobie wish he didn’t see.

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❝CHILDHOOD RULES BROKEN❞

❦summary; childish fun doesn't always mean you have to be a child to enjoy it. ♪the characters in this story; gn!reader, riddle rosehearts ✎word count; 961 ❀what do the ghosts say?; platonic, just good old fluff times, reader and riddle jump on the bed together, riddle getting to act like a kid :) ☛the author's notes; nothing to note... ☪look at the catalogue?

“Why would you jump on a bed? Doesn’t that ruin the mattress?” 

“Well, yeah, but if in moderation, it can be fun!” Riddle shakes his head with a tired sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. The thought of participating in something that only young children do in his adolescence seems ridiculous, yet you’re so insistent on trying to get him to join you. 

The two of you were sitting on Riddle’s bed. You were supposed to be studying, yet it somehow divulged into you telling stories about your childhood with Riddle listening. One of the fondest memories you had was getting to jump around on the bed, giggling and laughing before your parents told you to stop and go to bed. That was how the conversation led to this, debating about jumping on the bed. Though, it was more you trying to convince Riddle that it was fun and Riddle pointing out why it wasn’t fun, both in short term and long term. 

“Why don’t you try it? If you don’t like it, then you can say that jumping on a bed sucks.” 

A scoff came from Riddle as he shook his head in the way he did whenever he was unamused, or at least when he tried to act amused. He lowers the textbook he was holding, already a third of the way done with the book. It was dense enough to make anyone’s head spin. 

“I’m not going to jump on the bed. I already know the risks and factors when it comes to jumping on the bed.” He states it in such a matter of fact way, it’s almost comical. You shifted to sit on your knees, leaning forward as he gave Riddle a more intense stare. 

“But you haven’t actually jumped on a bed yourself! How do you know all the risks?” 

“My mother.” 

The stare you gave Riddle could only be described as a deadpan and even Riddle knew that his first response was the one that would come under scrutiny. After a long, frankly unnecessary silence in Riddle’s opinion, you let out a sigh and stood up on the bed, grabbing Riddle’s hands and attempting to tug him onto his feet. Riddle resisted, obviously, he still had his shoes on compared to you, who had taken your shoes off 

“Wha─ What do you think you’re doing?” The smile you had was wide, the giddy type of smile that told Riddle you had something up your sleeve. You bounced slightly on the bed, causing the papers and books that were resting on the mattress to jump in response. 

“C’mon! Take off your shoes!” 

Riddle gives you an incredulous look and you only nod encouragingly. There’s a nagging feeling in the back of Riddle’s head that tells him he’ll be in trouble for doing something like this. Yet with your hands tugging at him every few seconds and light bounces on the bed that gets him lightly bouncing along with you, Riddle ignores that nagging voice and takes off his shoes, which earns a loud “yay!” from you. He moves your two’s work from the bed, before he takes your hands into his. 

Thankfully, you help Riddle onto his feet on the bed, hand in hand with him. His legs noticeably shook, probably not used to standing on something he didn’t normally stand on but you kept a firm grip on him. There was a nervous, yet oddly excited smile on Riddle’s lips as you slowly began to guide him into bouncing. 

The two of you began with just slow bounces, feet never leaving the mattress as you did so. Riddle could feel his heart racing a bit, feeling anticipation and anxiety flow through his body. He felt awkward with just the little up and down bounces, but was thankful that it wasn’t too much at once. 

“A-Am I do it right?” Riddle lifted his head to look at you, earning a laugh from you. He looked like a puppy who was seeking approval, which was somewhat true. 

“You’re doing fine, Riddle. Don’t worry.” You lightly squeezed his hand before bouncing on the bed just a bit harder. Riddle was still on the slow, light bounces, so such a sudden change in the tempo leads to Riddle stumbling. He stutters and stumbles, gripping onto you tighter so as not to fall. It only makes you laugh as you keep with the new tempo, Riddle eventually catching onto it and beginning to jump up and down on the bed more properly. 

The nervous confusion eventually began to morph into something akin to newfound glee on Riddle’s face. He eventually let go of your hands to jump on his own accord. To see the stern and strict Riddle giggling and smiling like a child was a rare sight for anyone’s eyes and a true treat to see. And he managed to have so much energy too, gaining the courage to let himself fall backwards and let his body bounce up and down on the mattress. 

The feeling of jumping up and down on the bed felt absolutely exhilarating for Riddle, such a simple thing producing so much joy for the housewarden. He kept going well past his legs hurting, jumping up and down on his bed while laughing and smiling. You eventually had to stop, but Riddle kept going for a good few minutes after you before collapsing on the bed with a tired huff. You grin as you look over at the tired Riddle looking back at you. 

It’s silent for a few seconds before laughter bursts out of the two of you, giggles being faintly heard from outside of Riddle’s door, yet neither of you could care, not when both of you were smiling so widely.

[blood-mocha-latte]

Okay hear me out. A Valentine's Day ficlet wherein everyone in H Company is out on fancy dates except ace!Chuckler, who is S T O K E D to have the apartment to himself. He's gonna Tom Cruise underwear dance yo.

bestie you absolute GENIUS by god. ace!chuckler my beloved!! loosier sort of Shoved themselves into this, which i hope is okay!

i love this too much. so much. all the much. i hope you enjoy <3

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“Please don’t tell me those are what I think they are.” 

Chuckler smiled, smug, and adjusted the sunglasses across the bridge of his nose. “I think I look classy.” He said, and Lucky looked at him with something that matched vague horror.

“They’re bigger than the continental US.” He said, sounding somewhat impressed. “And pink.”

“And stylish.” Runner jumped in easily, rounding their kitchen island with a cup of coffee and sitting across from Leckie. “You could be on the cover of Vogue.”

Lew grinned, and tilted his face up so the sunglasses wouldn’t fall off. “Because of my stunning good looks?”

He’d gotten the glasses for half off at the gas station that sat kitty-corner from their apartment, and it was, in short, the best three quarters and a dime he ever spent. 

“I think I’m gonna wear them everywhere.” He said, and took them off only to admire them, the heart-shape of their frames, the red tint of the shades. “Paint ‘em green, go out for a night in the town.”

“Get horribly lost again.” Runner agreed, and Chuckler made a face at him.

“Okay, well, that wasn’t on me.” He said loftily, crossing his arms and setting the glasses down on the table. “Someone took the charger so my phone was dead, so I couldn’t Google-walk home—”

“—that was extenuating-fucking-circumstances, I was supposed to get a call from a publisher—” Leckie is jumping in with a protest before Lew can even finishing talking, holding up his hands defensively, and Runner started talking over him after that, a large jumble of shouting that ceased only when Leckie’s door cracked open.

Lucky nearly fell out of his chair when Hoosier shuffled out of his room, blanket wrapped around his shoulders, hair sticking up in every direction. “Coffee.” He said, and Hoosier grunted, a nonverbal confirmation that sounded only slightly murderous.

“I hate you.” He said, shuffling the short distance between their bedroom and the dining room table and dropping into Leckie’s now unoccupied seat. Leckie in question was pouring a second mug of coffee, still steaming, and was quick to move and set it in front of Bill, pressing a kiss to his temple that Hoosier was too slow to bat away.

“I love you, and I’ll get you whatever you want tonight.” He promised, already turning back into the kitchen to find the creamer. Hoosier curved his hands around the mug, bringing his face down to inhale the steam.

“I want a new boyfriend.” He muttered to it, and Runner snorted.

“Bad night?” He asked, and Chuckler raised his eyebrows, pushing his glasses closer to Hoosier when the other just gave him a blank look.

“I was having trouble with my novel.” Leckie said absently, clattering around at the counter as he did something that Lew couldn’t see. “And was trying to force myself to write, which—”

“Which means that I got one and a half hours of sleep last night, and also am going to get a gun.” Hoosier said over him, face still against his mug. “To kill you, Bob, if that wasn’t clear.”

“It’s very clear. And very understandable.” Leckie said, turning back around with one of the semi-stale croissants they’d gotten at the same gas station that Chuckler had acquired his glasses at. “Have I told you how gorgeous you are?”

“I’m breaking up with you.” Hoosier said. “We’re done. Get out of my house.” Leckie hummed, setting the croissant in front of him and crossing an arm over the front of his chest, dropping his face down to his hair before kissing his forehead. 

“I’ve got an awesome day planned.” He said, and Hoosier groaned, holding up a hand to fend him off. “You’re gonna love it—”

“I’m gonna be too tired to enjoy it—”

“Well,” Chuckler interrupted, pushing his sunglasses back onto his face when Hoosier showed no interest in them. “I mean. I slept great.”

Hoosier just blinked at him. “Would you like company tonight?”

“Baby—” Leckie started, holding his hands out, but Lew was already shaking his head, vehement. 

“No way in hell!” He said cheerfully, pushing his glasses further up on his nose. “Today for me is about me. Today for you is about you and Lucky, it’s not my fault he’s a terrible partner.”

Hoosier dropped his forehead to the table with a groan, and Leckie shot Chuckler a vaguely threatening look. Lew just shrugged, still grinning, and Runner snorted.

“I mean. I’m gonna have a great day too.” He offered, and Chuckler held his hand up in a high five.

“Hell yeah!” He said, enthused. “But you can’t stay here. I have dibs.”

Leckie made some sort of frustrated sound, still clattering around in something that seemed to be in an effort to reap forgiveness. “When can we come back?” He asked, complaining, and Hoosier snorted.

“Why do you care?” He muttered to the table. “You’re never getting laid again.”

Chuckler just shrugged. “Sleep over at Hoosier’s place.” He offered to Lucky, and Hoosier groaned over him in protest. 

“He’s sleeping in the fucking street before he’s getting into my bed again.” He said, and Leckie sighed.

So. Very par for the course.

“I’ll give you seven dollars if we can come back by nine.” Lucky offered, and Lew grinned, delighted.

“Nope! This is the first time I get to be by myself in nine months, by darling friends, and I don’t want to see any of your faces for the next twenty-four hours. You have thirty minutes to get out of here.” 

He finished off his own coffee, and Hoosier pushed his face off of the table to squint at him, under eyes bruised purple. Leckie moved around him again, attempting to kiss his cheek, and Hoosier steered him away with an open palm to the face.

“I like your glasses.” He told Chuckler.

“Thanks.” Lew said, cheerful. “I like your croissant.”

“Thanks. You can have it, if you want. You can have the man who made it, too.”

“Babe—” 

Chuckler snorted, wrinkling his nose. “Thanks, but I’m okay.”

--

His plan for the night, as written out:

Wrap all of Leckie’s shoes in cellophane.

Last month, Lew had woken up at four in the morning with his singularly obtained Buffy the Vampire Slayer comic book shrink wrapped, and Leckie sitting at their kitchen table, sipping at coffee, calmly writing out what seemed to be a letter.

Finally, he had time to seek his revenge.

(He had also conveniently forgotten that the reason Leckie’d wrapped his comic book at all was because Chuckler had replaced all of Hoosier’s keys with plastic baby rings.)

Do his laundry. In peace. 

Last time, Runner had gotten cheetos in the dryer. Lew wasn’t even sure how he managed that, but never again. Never again.

Text Hoosier to make sure he hasn’t actually killed Lucky.

“Hi.”

“Hey! Are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah. It’s fine. It’s all fine. I’m still mad, though, so. Uh.”

“Lucky plan something good?”

“Ugh. Yeah. It’s really sweet, the motherfucker. I’m never gonna forgive him for this.”

“He took you to the Observatory, didn’t he?”

“Yep. The bastard. How’s it going for you?”

“I mean. If it makes you feel better, he has a nice present at home, now.”

“Hm. Make him suffer for me.”

“Okay! But don’t make him too upset. This is, like, a big night for him.”

“...”

“Hello?”

“Chuckler. You have to tell me if he’s going to propose. Legally. It’s — you can get arrested if you don’t.”

“Hm. I don’t think I can. But he’s not gonna propose—”

“I — I mean, we’ve talked about this, and I’d say yes, but if he proposes on fucking Valentines day—”

“He’s not gonna propose! I promise. Scouts honor! Roommates honor!”

“That is the most cliche shit I’ve ever heard—” 

“All I did was tell you to be nice to him! That doesn’t mean he’s going to ask you to marry him—” 

“Oh, holy fuck, I knew that he was being weirdly nice—”

Make a cake.

Although whatever drama Hoosier and Leckie were going through was interesting enough, he also had a recipe that he wanted to try and last time he’d tried to bake anything of any sort, Hoosier had poured jalapeno sauce into it. 

Which, come to think of it, may have been because Chuckler popped all of the keys out of Leckie’s laptop.

Listen to Simon and Garfunkel.

Runner hated Simon and Garfunkel, and because Chuckler was to be a good person, he didn’t blast it through the house when he was home.

But he wasn’t home, was he!

Lew loved Valentine's Day.

Call Hoosier one more time. Just to be extra certain Leckie isn’t dead.

“Oh, good, you picked up! Please tell me you haven’t got engaged—”

“What? Oh, no. Bob has been, uh. Well. Bob’s been arrested, so—”

“Bob’s been what—” 

“But it’s not my fault, I feel I should make that incredibly clear—”

“Uh-huh. Okay, well, I’m not coming and getting you. Call Runner.”

“No, no—”

“It’s my day, Hoosier! You know this! It’s my day, I’m not dragging my ass down to the station—”

“My boyfriend’s in jail, Lew, I think that’s extenuating circumstances—”

“Ope, the Sound of Silence just came on, so I’m gonna obey its wise title and hang up. Call Runner!”

“I — uh. Fine. It’s your day.”

“It really is! Good luck. Don’t say anything without a lawyer.”

Yeah. Lew loved Valentine’s Day.

[purple-heart-x]

Free Fall

Hi yes. Felt like making some characters go hurty. This is more of an angst piece than whump.

Big trigger warning for suicide mention, thoughts, and attempt. 

Other TWs: depression, stalking and kidnapping mentioned, blackmail, innocent hurt, implied childhood trauma, hospital mention, blood mention, near drowning, stabbing/possible murder... One last specific warning- Character put in the situation of convincing someone not to commit suicide. I know that’s a huge trigger for some. 

Stay safe. Enjoy. It does have a soft ending, I swear.

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Villain can never leave the Hero alone. Villain tells her colleagues that the Hero wronged her, that she must follow and get revenge...

She saw the Hero’s confusion every time she popped up again to fight him. Because the Hero did not wrong her. The Hero righted her when she was at her worst, showing kindness and gentleness as he fought off the other villains, giving Villain time to safely recover from her broken bones, the consequence of falling off a tall bridge in an effort to escape the villains pursuing her.

That was why Villain was at the bridge again. So was Hero. "Taking in the sights, I see," she panted. Hero did not answer. Villain was almost offended at the thought of him ignoring her, until she saw the lost look in his eyes as he stared downwards. "It's a nasty fall, Hero. Let's just go back. I can make you some tea..." "Please look away and don't look back," his voice cracked on the last part. She reached out, laying a hand on his shoulder. "Like hell am I leaving you. Hero, please..." He shook her hand off. "Don't touch me.” In all her years of villainy she'd never felt her heart pound like this. One wrong move and Hero-- her hero-- would be gone. Forever. The huge ship that had broken her fall wasn't there anymore, and the trip down would be at least a hundred, probably two hundred, feet further and harder. "Please. Talk to me." She'd seen him at what she'd thought was his worst several times. Pacing, muttering... But not like this. Hero swallowed hard. "You weren't supposed to be here." "Neither were you." She batted back an answer like a ping pong ball. Hoping that maybe if she kept doing it, he'd stop. Or stall. Or anything but jump.  "Come back with me, darling. Let's just go back to bed. It's okay now." It had been months since Villain had reluctantly left his hideout to return home. They had agreed it was time to go back to normal life. But then again, maybe if Hero was in this state, he would believe it? Hero looked at her wearily, as he had done the previous night and the night before in the same position. But instead of accepting, he began to weep. "Why won't you let me go? I just want to go. I just want it to stop." She knelt next to him. "I know, darling. I-- I don't know, though, not really. What do you want to stop?" "Everything," he shuddered, curling up against the railing. "Do you want me to go away? Is that part of everything?" "No!" He blurted it out before he could think. "N-No. Not you. Please don't leave me here." Villain inched closer. "I won't leave you, Hero. I'm here for you. I'm here," she whispered, sitting down next to him, back to the water. After a long silence interrupted only by hero's sobs, he spoke again. "I don't want to fight anymore. I- I don't want to dodge muggers every time I leave the heroes' apartment or know that a third of the cars around me are villains hoping to swipe me. A-And I- I don't want them to hurt you to get to me! And I- I- I was so scared! I killed a guy and his b-blood is still in my carpet and-- And he was scared! He'd been forced into it by some villain, and," he paused and sobbed.

"And he just wanted to go home to see his family! He was crying, Villain, crying for mercy, and the- the-- and th-the doctors said he m-might not make it!"

He leaned forward into Villain's arms as she stared in shock. She snapped out of it after a moment, rubbing circles over his back. "Shhh, shhh, Hero. I know. I understand. It's okay now. You're alright. You called the ambulance?" Hero sniffled, nodding while still pressing into her. "Then you did everything you could. You've been stalked and kidnapped and threatened with no end for months, my love. Of course you would immediately protect yourself when someone broke into the apartment. It's okay now. You didn't kill anyone. He's still alive, and that's only because you called for help." Hero wailed into her shirt, clenching his fists against the fabric as he let out the tension and grief he’d held in all night. He suddenly felt himself shaking violently, whines forming in the back of his throat as Villain cupped his face. "Just let it out, Hero. It's okay to not be a hero right now. Let me take care of you just this once." Tears filled his eyes as he melted into her, tiny gasping breaths interrupting his sobs. "Am- Am I doing the right thing? Am I... Am I hurting people by being a hero? I d-don't want to. I wanted to help people." Villain smiled sadly, tears welling in her own eyes as she remembered rolling off the roof of the boat, helpless and drowning until a shadowy figure managed to dive in after her, dragging her to safety. "No, my hero, you aren't hurting anyone by being a hero. You are helping people. And... You're one of the good heroes. You help us villains out when we need it. I think that's worth more than anything." Hero nodded tearfully, craving more reassurance but unable to ask. "I love you, Hero. We all love you. It's going to be okay. We're going to be okay." "You don't hate me?" "Hate y--?" "After... tonight? After forever? When I r-ran away?" "No, Hero. I'm not angry. No one is mad at you. You're safe with me, remember?" He took a long, shaky breath before nodding. "Safe..." he breathed, trying to forget the feeling of his heart pounding every time something went wrong, trying to remain invisible, trying to...

“I trust you, Villain. I love...”

Villain sighed. "Did you really just-- How am I going to bring you home?" Hero's already-asleep form did not answer, only nuzzled into her. "Fine." She straightened, leaning down to plant a kiss on Hero's forehead. "I'll protect you from them. And I'll protect you from you." She tore the note in his pocket to shreds and sprinkled them over the open water before standing and bringing them both home.

[lahotelbellamuerte]

𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗦 𝗜𝗡 𝟭𝟵𝟲𝟯 - issue #9. old-timer eight

series masterlist ! current: old-timer eight ! next: commercial break two

pairing; five x eight warning; mentions of past events, language, character death, sad feels, word count; 3.0k notes; not much, just sad benny moment.

"Wait, I'm sorry, that's Eight?" questioned Luther as he looked at the woman with long white hair.

Eight clenched her jaw and lifted her hand to scratch her neck, "That's me," she squeaked.

"Five, why am I looking at younger me and you?" Older Eight asked the old Five who stood next to shocked Luther.

"Come with me, I'll explain, just let them walk behind," the older Five said as they looked at the young blonde scratch herself and noticed the glint on her forehead.

The older woman nodded, as she held her briefcase, and walked along with her husband and Luther.

Younger Five and Eight were behind as they began to spiral, getting ticked off by everything and everyone. 

"Hey what are you looking at?" Five asked a man that walked by them as they went up the steps.

Eight was just as agitated, the man brushed against her, angry she shoved him off her, "Don't touch me you asshole!" she exclaimed, climbing the steps, not caring about the man's protests behind her. The young couple couldn't even look at each other without feeling annoyed as well.

The worst case of paradox psychosis.

"Will you quit touching me, you filthy slubberdegullion, ” Eight hissed at him shoving him farther from her. 

Five scoffed at the word she had just used, “You weren’t saying that when you were moaning my name earlier!” He yelled back at her shoving her towards the fenced bridge. 

The older Eight chuckled as she heard the two bicker behind them, "Well, be glad I'll be getting rid of them," she said to Luther as she was told.

The man looked at her confused, "What do you mean?" Luther asked.

"Luther, there's a reason I'm the best at what I do," she said with a kind old lady smile, "A couple of kids don't scare me."

"Get off me!" the voices of the very sweaty and itchy youngsters screamed, as they whacked each other.

As they turned the corner, Luther stayed back as he stood between them, "They're using me to kill us aren't they?" Eight asked knowing what she would do in this situation.

"What? Her? She's gonna kill you, that's ridiculous," Luther faked and laughed, his voice clearly lying. 

Eight chuckled, "You are a shit liar Luther," Eight said wiping sweat off her nose with her sleeve. 

"What do you want me to do? You won't listen to old Five, and old Eight is scary," Luther began as he looked at the blonde, "I mean how is she old and has so little wrinkles?"

"So you admit that you're conspiring against us?" Five said looking at Luther.

"Do you both and I mean both of you admit that you're suffering from paradox psychosis?" He asked the two rising an eyebrow. 

"Of course not," Both of them replied, then looking at each other in the eye and glaring.

"It's not like she's going to kill you guys, it's only a version of you guys," Luther tried to reason as he continued to walk. 

"We are that version," seethed Eight following after the not so friendly giant.

"Hey, I don't love it, either, but he's actually got a pretty good plan," Luther said as they walked behind the older couple that was talking up ahead.

"What? The one where you guys off us and then jump to 2019 to save the world?" Five says as he adjusted his clothes.

"Wait how do you know that?" Luther asked, surprised.

Eight laughed, running her hand through her hair, "Because it's what we would do," she replied as she shuddered to adjust her blazer, "If I was trying to kill some kids."

"Okay, all I know is that we got way too many of you two and you two are the ones acting like maniacs," Luther said annoyed at the two.

The two scoffed, "Maniacs? We'll show you maniacs if you want," Five said angrily, his eyes twitching.

"As your spotter, the best thing is to put you two out of your misery," Luther told the two.

"Luther you feeble brained toad!" Eight gasped, as her hair sticking to her face from the sweat, "Out of the two of these Eights. Remember I'm the one who has the Force controlled." she threatened he eyes shining slightly for a second. 

The man looked at her as there was no denying that she looked crazy, her eyes were wide and pupils dilated. She was constantly scratching herself, her eye twitching, and adjusting her clothes.

That's when she gasped realizing what was happening, "Aha!" she said gripping Luther to a stop, "Of course how did I not think of this sooner! You only react to age and authority, and older us seem to be that for you!" she exclaimed poking his large chest, with her small twig of a body.

Five scoffed realized what she meant, "Eight you genius," Five said now looking at Luther, "You are experiencing daddy issues, this time with your own brother and sister, which honestly is making me go a little crazy," he said fidgeting.

"I am fourteen days older than him, I have seniority here, So it's me you should be listening to Luther. And like I like to remind Eight about this," Five said crazily, talking using his thumbs to point at himself, "I'm the daddy here!" he said yelling it loud.

Eight smacked his head, "Shut up," she hissed out of embarrassment from both his words and the looks the other pedestrians whispered about them.

Eight was fidgeting as she was rotating her neck in distress, god she hated the paradox psychosis.

"Look at you two," Luther said pointing at them.

"I admit there is a slight chance we're not in our element," Eight accepted as her face was now flushed from the sweat and constant moving.

"Okay good," Luther replied, putting his hands on each of their shoulders as they walked along.

"But remember whatever we got they do too," Eight added as they arrived at their location.

As they neared to two elders, they began to hear the familiar farting. Stage Four.

"Flatulence, stage four," commented Luther looking at the blonde, who began to sneeze in multiples, Luther raised a brow confused at the action.

"She and herself reply differently, But see? What are you going to do?" Five explained as he farted, he paused, "That was just lunch, shut up." he finished and started pacing.

Luther said nothing as he looked at older Eight who was also sneezing, like the younger one.

Before any more could be said Eight gasped and doubled over holding her stomach again. Feeling a familiar sharp pain on her abdomen, she fell on her knees straight on the ground, the world becoming far and glossy.

Five looked at her and worried about something other than the situation, "Eight?" he asked her as he had rushed to her side.

The blonde didn't respond as she took a sharp intake of breath still holding her stomach, then her eyes fluttered closed and slumped on the concrete. The older Eight turned and saw her younger self sprawled on the floor, curious she walked over to the group.

"What happened to her? She was acting like a headless chicken for the past almost hour," she said as Five now held her head to his lap. 

"I don't know, but she'll be okay," Five answered his hand brushing over her hair softly, even though he was itchy and feeling the side effects, his priority would be Eight. 

When Eight opened her eyes she was no longer with any of her family, rather she was in a place that seemed like the old Hargreeves manor.

"Ellie?" someone asked her.

And she looked down from the water like ceiling and her blue eyes landed on Ben.

"Ben?" she whispered, seeing the boy for the first time, since she was a young girl 

The male nodded a small smile on his face. Opening his arms, the blonde ran down the stairs. On the last step jumping into his arms. The asian boy hugged her tight. The loving embrace of siblings that missed each other. 

After yeas apart, the two finally reconnecting. This time much older than the last time they physically hugged. But she could feel he was no different than before. The same little boy who loved reading, and challenging her into eating competitions. 

She missed the days where she, Klaus and Ben would run around the mansion causing nothing but trouble. Reginald yelling at the three, but never did they listen. He missed the tight warm hugs she would give him. All of them feeling like home, motherly and sweet. The days the two would spend sick in bed, all from the doughnuts. 

This hug was no different then any of them. All making him feel human, normal, and loved. Somehow being in her arms, made him think they were thirteen back in the Umbrella mansion. He always described her hugs as the feeling of Autumn. The season where scarves were dug up, noses red from the cooling weathers. The bright red and orange leaves on the trees. Even when they fell, the elegance they radiated as the floated back to the ground. The beautiful feeling of an end. 

"I missed you," he whispered into her hair.

Tears brimming in her eyes, she hiccuped a sob, “I missed you so much Benny,” she replied into his neck. 

"Homicidal rage." a voice echoed in the building.

Ben furrowed his brows at the voice, “What was that?" He asked as he pulled away from the hug.

"The outside world for me," she told him as she closed her eyes taking a deep breath, "Let's go get Vanya."

Ben nodded as he grabbed her hand as they followed the music of the violin. While the two were in the house they grew up, it seemed much different to that one. Rather than being filled with screams, random objects floating, and fights—it was cold, dark and empty. Reaching the dining table, there lay an untouched white violin. The two slowly walked over to it, leaning to look into it. And with the weird magic of Vanya’s mind, they appeared to be inside the instrument. 

In the depths of the dark environment, was a huddled figure on the floor. Soft sobbing coming from the person. 

"Vanya," Ben called and watched as the figure in the body got up, "You remember me?" he asked her.

The woman trembled and sniffed, looking at the two, "I remember everything. And I'm doing it again, aren't I?" she whimpered to the two.

"No, Vanya, we're here with you," Eight spoke up offering her hand towards her.

"What's wrong with me?" Vanya sobbed, "Why can't I control myself like the rest of you guys?" she sobbed.

"It's not too late, you can go back, there's still time," said Ben, smiling at her nodding along with Eight beside her. 

She shook her head in distress, "I don't deserve to live," she said sobbing.

"Vanya, yes you do, before I had this power it only came to me when I was angry, but I learned to control it. And I can help you, we can all help you." Eight told her sister as she now held her cool hand in her warm ones. 

"Dad treated you like a bomb before you even ever were one. He was scared of your power, he never let you use it. Drugged you up, kept you numb for years. That's messed up Vanya," He said to her as he reached his hands on her.

Eight moved her hand to her other hand, "You are powerful Vanya, and I'm sorry dad only ever focused on me. But not even I knew how to use this force of mine until someone from beyond helped me. Like Ben is helping you," she told the girl, then smiling at Ben, "You have every right to feel all these things, but just know we're all trying to help you now."

Ben smiled at the blonde's words, "You aren't a monster, you're our sister, and you aren't alone anymore, Vanya."

"You can do this," he told her with a smile, then blue particles started coming off his hands. Vanya stood up and looked at Ben.

"Ben what's happening?" Eight asked as she stood up with him.

"I can't go back with you," He told the two.

"I'm hurting you, aren't I?" Vanya guessed tears brimming her eyes.

"It's not your fault. I've been holding on as long as I can in here but..." he said as his body floated away in blue particles.

"You shouldn't have come for me," Vanya said sadly.

"I died seventeen years ago, all these years with Klaus. It's all been gravy. At least this time I get to say goodbye," he told the two explaining his time with them was coming to an end. 

Vanya and Eight still gripped each other's hands, solemnly watching their brother disappear.

"Can I ask you guys a weird favor?" he asked them.

"Anything," the two chorused.

"Can you hug as I go?" He asked, "It's been a long time since—"

The two girls pulled him into a hug, as they cried silent tears as they fell onto their cheeks. Hugging him tightly in his last moments. 

"Tell Klaus something for me," he said as his head was in between his sisters, the two nodded, as he whispered in their ears.d

"I love you two," were his final words as his body left the room, the last feeling of being held and love. 

Vanya and Eight hugged each other as their brother had finally left the life of the in-between, "I'll see you soon Vanya," the blonde whispered to her sister, brushing her hand through his hair, "Just open your eyes..." were her final words before the two left Vanya's mind. 

Older Eight, old Five, and Five fought recklessly jumping from place to place. Shoving each other on to cars, punching, kicking, pulling, all of it. None of them for a second faltering. In the middle of the ground was poor young Eight, left alone. Luther was confused at what to do after he had been kicked. Now he held the gun in his hands threatening to shoot one of them, that was before Eight woke up. 

Eight awoke with a gasp, releasing fiery blast to anyone that surrounded her. She sat up and looked at both versions of her husband, older self, and Luther all sprawled on the floor. She smiled at their pain, looking over at the reader, “Thats’ what they get for leaving me on the ground, don’t you agree?” 

"Good," she said, and then moved on to younger Five, "Hey dip shit open the portal," she yelled at him.

"Eight?"

"No, It's Diego—yes it's me! Now open the portal!" she yelled at him rolling her eyes.

Five's eyes widened and nodded, getting himself up from the ground and using his powers to open a tear in space that would lead to 2019. The blonde turned around and walked over to the older lady, "How did you do that?" she asked her younger self as she struggled to get up. 

"Control," she simply replied, then turning to see old Five trying to grab the briefcase, "Don't even think about it you dip shit," she yelled at him pointing her hand that glowed gold. 

"Into the vortex you go, asshole." Five yelled at him.

"Fine but give me the math, so I don't end up looking like Tiger Beat over here," he yelled at the young Five trying to keep the portal open.

"If you stand near the vortex I'll tell ya," Five yelled, as he watched the old man look over the portal, "Go!"

And so the older man walked forward. As the winds grew stronger the older Eight felt protective over her younger self, "Get off me you witch," the younger groaned slapping the older-looking version of herself's hand. 

"Now give it to me!" older Five yelled at the teen Five who was still trying to keep the portal open. 

"It was a typo, we put the decimal in the wrong spot in our proof of the existence of a bound for the number of limit cycles of planar polynomial vector fields of fixed degree. We wrote down five-point-seven. It should be..." He explained to the old man.

"Zero-point-five-seven," they both said.

"So I was right that he was wrong," Older Eight said scoffing turning to younger Eight who nodded in response. 

"All right, I guess this is it," Older five said trying to seem sad.

"This is it, go." young Five said as he fixed his blazer.

A surprise came as fighter extinguisher hit Luther square in the head making him drop the gun that he had been holding. Older five took it as an advantage and ran for it but so did younger Five, the two tugging on it. Each of them trying to get ahold of the case that they needed. 

Eight realized the portal was shrinking, "Five it's shrinking!" she pointed at the portal.

"Are you not going to help him?" the older Eight said, but the young one was confused at her question. Help who? The older Eight sighed and moved forward and kicked her husband into the portal, the briefcase jumping out.

"Did you just?" the younger Eight asked the older woman in disbelief as the portal had shut itself closed. 

"Someone had to do it," the older woman said, putting her hands in her pockets and opening her own portal, "Take care, kid," was all she said and walked through her portal easily. 

"We did it!" Luther celebrated happily.

Eight turned and looked at the briefcase, "The briefcase, you idiot," she pointed as it was half destroyed, and seems older Eight destroyed her own before any of the two could get their hands on it. Smart.

"Here he comes," Five said as they walked over to the fence and looked over it.

"Look there's dad," Luther points out to the man in the umbrella, "what do we do?"

The blonde's eyes darted to the grass and grounded when he the familiar man running, "For fuck's sake Diego." she sighed as she watched him tackle a man.

"Let's go," she finally said, pulling the two siblings back.

[stealinghoneyfrombees]

FAVE K-TUNES OF 2023

(In order of artist, then release) # 3YE - LOCO A aespa - Hold On Tight aespa - Welcome To MY World (feat. naevis) aespa - Spicy aespa - Salty & Sweet aespa - Thirsty aespa - I'm Unhappy aespa - Better Things aespa - Drama aespa - Trick or Trick AGUST D - D-Day AGUST D - AMYGDALA AGUST D - 극야 Polar Night AILEE ft. Lil Cherry - RA TA TA Apink - D N D ATEEZ - BOUNCY (K-HOT CHILLI PEPPERS) B BBGIRLS - ONE MORE TIME BEBE YANA - 64 BEBE YANA - VROOM VROOM Billlie - EUNOIA BLACKSWAN - Cat & Mouse BLITZERS - Macarena BOYNEXTDOOR - But Sometimes C Cherry Bullet - P.O.W! (Play On the World) Crush - 미워 Ego D DALsooobin - 다나카상 TANAKA SAN DEAN - DIE 4 YOU DINO - Wait DPR IAN - Welcome To The Other Side DPR IAN - So I Danced DPR IAN - Peanut Butter & Tears Dreamcatcher - OOTD Dvwn - Highteen E ENHYPEN - Bite Me ENHYPEN - Sacrifice (Eat Me Up) ENHYPEN - Chaconne ENHYPEN - Bills Epik High ft. Hoshi - Screen Time EXO - Let Me In EXO - Hear Me Out EXO - Cream Soda F FIFTY FIFTY - Cupid fromis_9 - #menow G (G)I-DLE - Queencard (G)I-DLE - Lucid (G)I-DLE - All Night (G)I-DLE - I Want That (G)I-DLE - Eyes Roll Golden Child - Feel me GOT the Beat - Stamp On It H Han Seungwoo - Dive Into Hyolyn ft. Paul Blanco - This love I I.M - OVERDRIVE INFINITE - New Emotions Itzel - Dreaming Of The Days ITZY - BET ON ME ITZY - Kill Shot ITZY (Lia) - Blossom IVE - Kitsch IVE - I AM IVE - Blue Blood IVE - Off The Record IVE - Baddie IVE - Either Way IVE - Holy Moly J Jessi - Gum JIHYO - Killin' Me Good JIHYO - Closer JIHYO - Room JIHYO ft. Heize - Don't Wanna Go Back Jimin - Set Me Free Pt.2 Jimin - Like Crazy Jimin - Face-off JK Kim Dong Uk - Better Jinyoung - Cotton Candy K KAI - Rover KAI - Say You Love Me KAI - Sinner KARD - ICKY KEY - Killer KEY - Good & Great KEY - CoolAs L Lacuna - Wings LEE CHAEYEON - KNOCK LE SSERAFIM - Burn the Bridge LE SSERAFIM - UNFORGIVEN (feat. Nile Rodgers) LE SSERAFIM - No-Return (Into the unkown) LE SSERAFIM - Eve, Psyche & The Bluebeard's wife LE SSERAFIM - Perfect Night Loossemble - Sensitive Loossemble - Newtopia M MISAMO - Marshmallow MISAMO - Do not touch MONSTA X - Beautiful Liar MONSTA X - Daydream MONSTA X - 춤사위 Crescendo MONSTA X - LONE RANGER MONSTA X - Deny MONSTA X - 괜찮아 It's Okay Moon Jong Up - X.O.X N NCT 127 - Ay-Yo NCT 127 - Skyscraper NCT 127 - Fact Check NCT 127 - Misty NCT 127 - Love is a Beauty NCT DOJAEJUNG - Perfume NCT DREAM - ISTJ NCT U - Baggy Jeans NCT U - PADO NewJeans - OMG NewJeans - New Jeans NewJeans - Super Shy NewJeans - ETA NewJeans - Cool With You NewJeans - Get Up NewJeans - ASAP Nine - beyOnd NMIXX - Love Me Like This NMIXX - Roller Coaster O ODD EYE CIRCLE - Air Force One ODD EYE CIRCLE - Je Ne Sais Quoi ODD EYE CIRCLE - Love Me Like ODD EYE CIRCLE - My Secret Playlist Onew - O (Circle) P P1Harmony - JUMP pH-1 ft. KEITA - Metronome Q Queenz Eye - UN-NORMAL R Red House - WOMAN Red Velvet - Chill Kill Red Velvet - Underwater Red Velvet - Will I Ever See You Again Red Velvet - Bulldozer Ryu Sujeong - Non-Fantasy Ryu Sujeong - Grabby Girl Ryu Sujeong - Love or Hate S SEVENTEEN - F*ck My Life SEVENTEEN - 손오공 Super SEVENTEEN - Fire SEVENTEEN - I Don't Understand But I Luv U SEVENTEEN - 음악의 신 God of Music SF9 - Puzzle SF9 - Love Colour SHINee - The Feeling SHOWNU X HYUNGWON - Love Me A Little SHOWNU X HYUNGWON - Slow Dance Silica Gel ft. So!YoOn! - Tik Tak Tok Silica Gel - T Silica Gel - APEX sogumm, Silica Gel - I Love You SOOJIN - 아가씨 AGASSY SOOJIN - Flowering Stray Kids - 락 LALALALA T TAEMIN - Guilty TAEMIN - The Rizzness TAEYONG - 404 File Not Found TAEYONG - Back to the Past THE BOYZ - WATCH IT TWICE - MOONLIGHT SUNRISE TWICE - SET ME FREE TWICE - BLAME IT ON ME tripleS - Rising tripleS - Colorful tripleS - The Baddest tripleS - New Look TVXQ! - Down TVXQ - Rebel TVXQ - Rodeo V V - Rainy Days VIVIZ - MANIAC VIVIZ - Untie VIVIZ - Overflow W Weeekly - VROOM VROOM Weeekly - Backwards WOODZ - Drowning WOODZ - Busted WOODZ - AMNESIA Y Yena ft. BE'O - Love War YUGYEOM - LOLO Z ZEROBASEONE - In Bloom

[lydiaschulz]

2023,

You definitely have hurt me, broken me, rebuilt me, and made me open my eyes. Damn looking back I feel very emotionally depressed on what it took to get me here. It’s hard because I never thought I’d live this long. I remember the lonely nights of crying myself to sleep, talking myself off of not jumping off a bridge, flushing pulled down the toilet so I didn’t overdose. Man I remember one moment this year where I was so down that I almost jumped off that bridge, but then my bro called just a moment before I pushed myself off. It was that moment that my bro didn’t know what was going on, but he knew enough to give me that call. That call really saved my life. And tho life still does get often dark, I am reminded that I need to fight for the people who care for me, even if I don’t care myself. I remember looking at a photo of my littlest bro, and every time I got low I would think of him and tell myself that I couldn’t leave just yet because he would be disappointed in me. I remember when my ex made me feel so defeated that I felt like I could just void all of those reasons that were stopping me to just end it. I remember how low I was, and it’s hard to see how far I have came and the obstacles I’ve had to fight in order to get here. Man it hurts to think about, and I know someday I’ll need to get help, but currently I am just trying to put it to the side and not think about it….but then tonight I felt this deep dark hole of depression, I feel like I got stuck in a bottomless pit and I honestly just did not feel the greatest. Someday I wanna look past the trauma my family caused, the ex, and my biological parents…but I guess one thing I need to do is focus on forgiving and moving forward and trusting those who truly care. Yo it’s so hard tho because many have let me down and I honestly don’t trust many. I know I have a ways to go, and I’m hoping that 2024 can be the year I get close to healing and forgiving. But until then…

[bewitchingfanfiction]

TPN (2019/09/03)

The wind blew their hair and clothes around, Emma's skirt nearly flying up too high. Norman stared down at the water with dull eyes.

This was it. This was when they would die, at midnight when no one was around.

"Are you sure about this?" Emma asked hesitantly, eyes watering and voice cracking.

She had arrived at the bridge to see this boy climbing over to the other side of the railing. He had expected her to stop him, to yell and beg and cry and try to grab him.

Instead, she calmly asked if he wanted company, so that he didn't feel so alone when he jumped. Because she was going to jump too, and she didn't want to be alone.

They exchanged, but not reasons. What would be the point? They didn't need to know why the other had given up on life, that wasn't important. 

All that mattered now was jumping.

"I am...you?" Norman asked hesitantly, eyes bloodshot from crying a few minutes ago.

Emma shut her eyes tightly, tears dripping off her chin. "Let's do it."

"Before you guys do that, think we could talk for a sec?" Emma and Norman froze where they stood, holding hands and holding onto the railing with one hand each, and hesitantly turned their heads to stare at the boy on the other side of the railing. He looked to be their age and had his hands in his pockets. "Yo." He greeted.

"W-Wha...don't move, we WILL jump!" Emma snapped with wide eyes, she was trembling badly and so was Norman.

The boy shrugged and tilted his head slightly, allowing Emma and Norman to see the big purple bruise on his cheek. "I wasn't going to. Relax, I don't really care if you jump or not, that's your buisness. But if you're gonna die anyways, mind letting me vent? I have things I want to tell people but I can't, you gotta take this to the grave." He explained.

Norman and Emma looked at each other hesitantly and shrugged. "What's your name?" Norman asked.

"Ray. You?"

"Norman, and this is Emma." Norman greeted slowly.

The boy smiled a little. "Hm, okay Norman, Emma, remember, these secrets can't leave us three okay? Shouldn't be a problem right? Let's see...my mom beats the shit out of me all the time, and I can't do anything about it. I'm bullied at school cause I'm a quiet kid, I'm pretty skinny cause I don't like eating, it's a time waster...oh, and my arms are basically a craft project gone wrong." Ray rolled up his sleeves to reveal dozens of angry red scars, all self inflicted.

Emma sniffed a little and hiccuped. She didn't like seeing others suffer, she never has.

"My dad left because he fell for some other girl, so it's just me and my mother. So, what has you two around here?" Ray asked casually, leaning against the railing.

Norman bit his lip and spoke up hesitantly. "My girlfriend was cheating on me and using me for whatever she wanted, including sexual acts I was uncomfortable with...my parents are getting divorced and neither of them want me...and my pet dog died...it just feels like everyone is leaving me...and I can't stand being alone anymore..." His voice cracked as he told his story, and his grip on Emma's hand tightened.

Emma swallowed hard. "...My mom wants me to be the perfect lady...I have to act calm and collected, never raise my voice, starve myself to be skinny, wear tons of makeup and dresses, get perfect grades and marry a man that she chooses for me. She wants our family to be picture perfect, but my dad hits her and sometimes hits me, and he's always drinking...the pressure of trying to be perfect when our family is so messed up is getting to me...and...once I tried to cut, but my mom found the scar on my wrist. She was horrified that I had damaged my perfect skin and rubbed so much makeup on the scar that I was sobbing from pain...it had been a fresh scar..." She cried, hiccuping more as she covered her mouth with her hand, finally letting go of Norman's hand.

"Sounds like you live in some pretty shitty situations, I get that. Well, I said what I wanted to, go ahead and jump." Ray smiled.

Emma and Norman stared at him in silence for a moment, and slowly lowered their heads to look down, doubt on their faces.

"What's wrong? That's what you wanted right? To die?" He asked.

"...It is but..." Emma's eyes were shut tightly as she cried. "...I don't want to die..." She sniffed.

Norman teared up a little, his bottom lip wobbling. "Me neither..."

Ray sighed. "Nobody wants to die. They just want to escape the pain, so they pick death. So listen up," He snapped, making them both look up at him in surprise.

"You can die anywhere, it doesn't have to be here, so why not just do whatever you want and see how long you last?" Ray smirked a little.

Emma sighed sadly. "Impossible. My mother will want me back home...besides, staying alive will just cause more pain..."

"Who the hell cares what your mom wants? You're literally planning to die right now, you could rob a bank and it wouldn't matter, cause you're ready to die. You guys don't have to go back to your shitty lives alright? Come with me, let's run away, the three of us, and go find a life we can be happy with." Norman and Emma's eyes widened, and for the first time in forever there was a hint of sparkle in them.

Hope.

Emma and Norman took Ray's hands and he helped them over the railing, and he would prove to be right about what he said.

Five years later they were living together as adults, happy and healthy and having fun, leaving their horrible pasts behind them.

Still...it never occurred to them to ask, they never even realized.

Just what was Ray doing at that bridge in the middle of the night?

...Perhaps it doesn't really matter.

[carnie-calorie-counter]

Day 1 of 90•160

So it's obvious now that I'm planning my death. And some people know that I want to die on my birthday. Well I realize me getting drunk and admitting that was really, really dumb. So, I'm gonna pretend to get better and hope it makes all anxiety and worry about me dying disappear from people's minds.

If I'm successful and everything goes as planned then I'm just gonna keep researching places near me and find a quiet place where kids aren't at and I'm just gonna take some pills and hope the coma route doesn't happen.

I am sad actually since I didn't really want it to come to this, but it's really no ones fault but my own. I mean I was the kid who failed to grow up and I probably deserved the abuse because I was such a hard kid to raise...

I really was horrible and still am.

Anyway, I'm gonna do a diary everyday if possible and just let the days count down. I'll post this accounts name to my main because Lord and Lady knows that Eliza most likely won't say anything lol.

I don't want any of you to try anything after me okay? Because honestly, you all actually have places in life and have the ability to be good people and progress through your trauma. I'm never going to be able to be normal, and after twenty something years I can see it now. Not only that every time I've thought about my death I cry and I think that's incredibly narcissistic, telling and a huge sign that I'll never get better.

The reason I've chosen OD is because I'm too chicken to slice my wrist open and I don't wanna jump off a bridge or building and have someone call a clean up crew.. I don't wanna be THAT much of a burden in the beginning stages of my leave. It defeats the purpose.

It's all very surreal if I'm honest, I'm obviously going through the grieving stages. Of knowing I'll never be normal and knowing what I have to do to lessen the blow on everyone else. I'm happy one day, torn apart the next and then I'm calm. Calm as calm could be.

I've utilized the Do Not Disturb on my phone finally, it helps because I think eventually I'll stop wanting for attention at all. My absence may also really help everyone, you know, get over the person they'll eventually learn was really fucked in the head.

I'm gonna miss my dog, but everyone else will either abandon her like they would have abandoned me if I kept on living or they will be definite better owners than I had been.

I'll miss food, I've already looked up ways to help me decompose better if my friends go the funeral route and I'm gonna be liquid dieting until I completely stop eating/drinking. It'll be nice to be kinda skinny when I die though, that's a mediocre plus I guess.

I never actually had sex either, I mean I'm not a virgin but I don't really think I've ever been able to finish, have anyone else finish, or be able to say I liked any of it. It actually makes me feel like a failure too, I mean I'm supposedly hypersexual so I should just enjoy it no matter what right?

Sometimes I wish I were okay with all I wasn't alright with, maybe then I wouldn't be so insufferable.

I seek attention and I'm gonna start being alone to think about why I seek so much attention. It's not healthy for anyone because no one should have to be around me when I want attention just because I want it. I should earn it honestly. But I'm obviously not earning it and I'm not enough because I'm not getting enough. You know, data tells. Or something like that.

You know I'm really depressed too. Like it sucks knowing I have to die but what sucks is it got THIS bad until I decided "yo, nothings gonna fix so we gotta find out what to fuckin do" and the final fix was death lol

That's so sad and pathetic isn't it?

I chose 90 OR 160 days because I'm either dying on my birthday (161 days from today) or I'm gonna try dying in a cold month if my head gets too horrible to handle. (90 days)

I might have to start biting at people since I heard if you get people pissed at you before you're dead they won't miss you and they'll forget you easier.

Well this is all I can say for today.

It's 5:01 PM and I have work tomorrow

It's Wednesday June 28th 2023

And eventually I won't be here anymore 🪻

[thompsborn]

going to make a list of my reactions under the cut because i want to. do not press read more unless you want to see spoilers for the end of the main storyline in the game!!

“it’s you and me harry, just like we always wanted” the fact that that’s an actual line is driving me insane and i’m already about to cry and nothing has happened to make me cry yet

if harry dies i’m jumping off a bridge btw

wait how is this going to work?? bc peter is luring harry/venom away and miles is staying to clear the symbiotes and mj is going in to get the meteorite WHO AM I GONNA PLAY AS IS IT GONNA SWITCH BETWEEN ALL THREE ??

OK STARTING WITH MJ GOT IT

mj with a gun is always a win in my book tbh

“just a normal rock…. that can also end the world” that’s the spirit mj u GOT THIS

MJ AGAINST A FUCKING SYMBIOTE BEHEMTOH ARE U KIDDING

help i already died and its been 2 seconds

IM SO SCARED I KEEP PAUSING LMAO

I DID IT AND ONLY FIED ONCE

ok back to venomharry and peter oh god im so afraid i am So afraid

have not died as peter yet but i am pausing because im SAD

ok anyways time to keep going

nvm i died so i paused again to eat some chili and try not to cry bc i am so SCARED that harry is going to DIE i cant handle that !!! i am afraid

but i am finishing this game tonight 100% no matter what so once i finish my chili we’re trucking on no matter the potential heartbreak

i died again

YO WHAT THE THCK

fuckigngnd WINGS??? VENOM HAS WINGS NOW ??? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

THATS TUCKING INSANE LOOKING AND SO COOL BUT ALSO TERRIFYING WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT FUCK IS HAPPENING

ok sorry i forgot to do this but MILES AGAINST VENOM HARRY WAS INSANE and now peter and mj are back and hARRU CAN SEE HIM AND I IMMEDIATELY WANTED TO SOB SO I PAUSED AGAIN TO TRY AND MENTALLY PREPARE MYSELF FUCKING HELL IH GOD

NOO NOT HARRY BEEAKING THROUGH AND TRYING TO ASK VENOM TO LEAVE OETER ALONE OH MY GOD I CANT DO THIS

“FIGHT HARRY FIGHT” “I CANT IM DONE YOU HAVE TO—“ HAROLD OSBORN IF UOU GIVE UP IM GOING TO RIP THE UNIVERSE IN HALF WORH MY BARE FUCKGIN HANDS DONT YOU FUCKGJNG DARE

ok hi i paused again because the fuckgin raw pained desperation in peter’s voice while screaming “HARRY PLEASE” i i i icannot i cannot

“lets heal the world pete together” im gonna scream im in tears i cant do this guys

HEY NO

NO!!! NO!!!! NO PETER JUST SAID I LOVE YOU AND IF THIS IS A GOODBYE I LOVE YOU THEN IM GOING TO ACTUALLY COMMIT A FELONY

HARRY JUST SMILED AND DIDNT SAY IT BACK AND THEN BIOM?? BOOM??? METEORITE BOOM??? IS HARRY OSBORN STILL ALIVE

NO FUCK

MILES SAVE HIM PELASE

PLEASE

MILES PLEASE MILES MILES MILES

OH MY GOD IM SOBBING I FUCKGIFN SOBBING HARRYS ALOVE MILES SAVED HIM HARRY OSBORN IS ALIVE

deadass i have Many Tears On My Face

miles helping peter carry harry to the ambulance bc peter is so fucking hurt and weak i cant

this game is so fucking good

UH FUCK YOU NORMAN FOR YELLING AT PETER “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM” SAVED HIM YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE

wait no harry’s in a coma now ??? TRACES OF BRAIN ACTIVITY??? oh hod oh jesus christ

is this how norman’s gonna green goblin himself is he gonna blame spidey while trying to find another cure for harry

THE G-SERUM OH FUCKING CALLED IT

mj !!!! MJ!!!!!!!! THE NEW NORMAL!!! YES BITCH FUCK YES FUCK YEAH MJ FUCK YEAH

omg rio hailey ganke miles peter and mj all at may’s house i i. i. AND PETER DONATING STUFF FROM MAYS HOUSE AND

ok but what about miles’ essay

OH MY GOD NO PETER W THE EMILY-MAY FOUNDATION SET UP IN THE GARAGE IM

i have been nonstop crying for literally actually 15 minutes

HUH???? peter talk to miles abotu what ??

GO BE PETER PARKER FOR AWHILE

the hug ))):

WAIT SO IS PETER TAKING A STEP BACK FROM SPIDER-MAN THEN ???? LIKE IS HE FULLY RETIRING OR JJST TAKING A BREAK??

there has to be more

NOOOO WHAT THATS THE END???

there’s gotta be an end credit scene with that god damn g-serum

WAIT OKAY WHILE THE CREDITS PLAY HERES MY THEORIES FOR THE NEXT (assumedly) GAME:

another couple years timeskip, right? norman has been trying to perfect this g-serum for harry and bc they’re related he has to test it on himself or volunteers bc their relation means testing it on himself will give the best results or some shit like that, and it goblin-ifies him. he blames spider-man for not properly saving harry and green goblin goes after spidey as a result. at this point peter has not done any spidey-ing around since the end of this second game other than consulation stuff with miles to help miles out. miles has been working as new york’s only spider-man. peter has grown emily-may maybe not to a perfected degree but it’s successful and he’s making a living trying to better the world in the ways he always dreamed about with harry prior to the spider bite. on the side he’s been trying to put together his own cure for harry. maybe norman uses the g-serum on harry as well or maybe he doesnt but either way the green goblin(s?) become such an issue that peter has to put the suit back on for the first time in forever to 1. help miles 2. save the city 3. stop norman and 4. hopefully use his own cure to save harry

OK CREDITS ARE OVER

END CREDIT SCENE I KNEW IT WHATS HAPPENING

lol watch the end credit scene completely destroy my theory already

OTTO ??? THE DOC OF OCK????

NORMAN IS ASKING OTTO WHO THE SPIDER MEN ARE

“they ruined my son” NO THEY DIDNT YOU PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT YOU’RE THE ONE WHO PUT THE FUCKING SYMBIOTE TO USE IN THE FIRST PLACE

“GOOD” DAMN OTTO HOLY FUCK

“what are you writing” “the final chapter” HUH???? oh god no is this gonna lead to another sinister six but with norman oh jesus christ

THAT WAS SO GOOD THIUGH OH NY GOD

ANOTHER SCENE !!! MILES

OH FUCK THATS RIGHT

WHO IS RIO DATING WHO IS IT IS THE GAME GONNA TELL US

Awww hi hailey!! i love her sm

HIS ESSAY!!!

i love them im gonna cry

AWWW BABIES SMOOCHING I LOVE THEM

DOOR KNOCK ????

WHO IS THE GUY

ALBERT ??

DAUGHTER CINDY????????

LIKE CINDY MOON???

idk much about cindy moon to be fair i need to do some research into the comics and start reading more of them BUT LIKE ?? IS IT CINDY MOON?? IT HAS TO BE RIGHT???

holy shit. ok.

im done now and i’ve done basically all of the side quests but im gonna try to platinum the game before going to be but its 8:45 and i wake up at 4:30 so we’ll seeee lmao

ruh roh

[keanureevesisbae]

Walter Marshall x fem!reader

Summary: Walter is now your bodyguard.

Wordcount: 1.3k

Warnings: sex, slight spanking, orgasms.

So, naturally, Walter became your private bodyguard. Wherever you were, he was in a close radius to you. When there was an enormous pile of paparazzi, the cameras ready to blind you as they desperately wanted to take a picture of you, he took off his jacket and shielded you from the flashes. 

Walter was a natural bodyguard, always making sure you were safe.

Everyone who wasn’t working for you suspected you were dating, because of the way he looked at you and you looked back, but in all honesty: you weren’t necessarily dating.

You were solely fucking. 

It was what worked best for you and despite obviously developing feelings for him (have you seen the man?), you’d kept your distance, not wanting to lose this fuck buddy.

Walter knew exactly what he was doing and you did not want to lose that. He knew how to push your buttons. He knew how to keep you in line with just one stern look. While you were ready to risk it all for him, he always had your public image in mind, not wanting you to fall off your well deserved pedestal. 

But that was to the public. The second the door of your hotel room closed, he had you naked in a matter of seconds and then fucked the living daylight out of you.

After one of the most amazing shows of your life, you were still buzzing afterwards. You were in the back of the car, while Walter drove you, your manager and some of the backup dancers back to the hotel. You were still loudly singing, enjoying the aftermath of an awesome concert. 

Your manager and the backup dancers made their way to their own hotel room and you dragged Walter with you by his shirt. He followed you and securely closed the door behind you. 

You got on the bed after you kicked off your shoes and stood on the mattress. ‘Mister Marshall, what did you think of the show?’

‘I thought it went amazing,’ he said, as he took of his blazer. ‘Careful, you’ll fall.’

‘You’re too uptight,’ you said, jumping on the mattress. 

He simply rolled his eyes and right in time, managed to catch you as you almost slipped off the mattress. ‘Gorgeous you are, but stubborn as hell.’ He dropped you on the bed and undid you from your clothing. Thankfully you already got rid of your stage outfit and your make-up, because as beautiful as it is on stage, it’s too much off stage. In true Walter fashion, he had you naked in seconds and kneeled in between your spread legs, his hand dangerously around your throat, but his thumb simply caressed your tender skin. He did not obtain you from oxygen, he lovingly touched you. It was moments like these you wondered what he felt about you.

You bridged the distance, wrapping your arms around his neck and gently giving him a kiss. You did not want to let him go, not ever. 

However, before things could go to sentimental, he pulled back and whispered: ‘Good girls get punished, miss Jumping On the Bed.’

And punished you got. He fucked you well, like he always did. Because you were so damn loud, he pushed his tie in your mouth, however it only drowned out some of the noise you made. Like always, he was rough, but tender in the way he checked up on you. He knew you well, he knew your limits, probably even better than you did yourself. 

Walter normally wanted you in doggy style, but today he pushed you down flat on your stomach and entered you from behind. It felt so deep, so good and you buried your face in the pillow. While the tie and pillow drowned out some of the noise you made, it wasn’t 100 percent sound proof. 

Walter caged you in underneath his large frame, his lips close to your ear and he pressed mindless kisses on your temple. You came who know how many times and by the time he had filled you up like he always does, making sure not a drop goes to waste, your legs were unable to stop trembling. 

‘Are you alright?’ he asked you.

‘I am,’ you whispered, as you tried to catch your breath. 

‘You learned your lesson?’ Walter chuckled, as he smacked your bottom. 

‘No jumping on the bed,’ you tiredly laughed. ‘Got it.’

✌︎ ✌︎ ✌︎

That night, he held you close, kissing you softly on the forehead and when you woke up in the middle of the night, desperate for some more, he had indulged and softly made love to you. He had never made love to you, only overstimulated you using your toys, fucked you till you saw stars and bend you to his preference. This was different. He took his time, looked you deep in your eyes and kissed you like he had never done before.

You were falling for him, you realized that, but you didn’t say it to him. You didn’t want to scare him off. Not even when you were making love and hesitating whether or not he might feel the same about you.

The next morning you were rehearsing for the second and final show in this city. Walter and some other members of the crew were standing in the middle of the large stadium, carefully watching every move you made. 

When it was time for a quick break and the back up dancers all ran towards the water bottles, you marched up to Walter, who raised his eyebrows in surprise.

You didn’t know where this confidence came from, but he appeared to be quite surprised. Especially when you wrapped your arms around his waist, placed your chin on his chest and said: ‘You look cute, even from a distance.’

‘Miss,’ he said, however he couldn’t keep unfazed anymore. ‘You’re clingy and people are watching,’ he then noted, brushing some of your hairs from your face. 

He was right, you had been clingy all morning in the hotel room. Barely were able to let go of the big man as he went to shower, as he got breakfast for the two of you and you kept looking at him as he was watching the rehearsal, not wanting him to miss a thing.

‘You mind?’

‘Not a single bit.’ He sighed and said: ‘I’m done with pretending you are not crazy about me.’

You scoffed. ‘As if it’s not the other way around.’ You were taking a guess here, but judging by his smirk, you realized you might be correct.

‘Oh, you don’t even know.’ He kissed your forehead, before leaning down and kissing you on your lips. ‘Last night,’ he whispered against your lips and you just knew he was referring to the love making when he said: ‘is all I can think about now.’

‘Me too.’

You kissed for who knows how long, but it felt so good. 

‘Guess we’re dating now,’ Walter said. 

‘Guess so too.’

‘Alright,’ your manager said, who sneaked up on you two. You both looked up at her, only to see the rest of the crew staring at you with raised eyebrows and crossed arms. ‘We take it you two are now dating and not just obnoxiously fucking?’

You didn’t even feel embarrassed, though that might come later.

‘We are,’ Walter said. 

‘Okay, where’s the bet?’ your manager asked.

‘The bet?’ You parroted. 

She smiled. ‘Yes, the bet, the large piece of paper, where we wrote down our guesses when you two were finally going to admit you weren’t just fuck buddies, but real dating. I put my money on this date and I think I was the only one, which earns me a twenty from everyone here.’

‘You took a bet?’

‘We must do something when we can hear you two—and then I actually mean you girl, because you are fucking loud—go at it like rabbits.’

‘Told you you were too loud,’ Walter said with a smirk, before leaning down and whispering: ‘I’ll teach you that lesson later on.’

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[wizkiddx]

3 hearts broken

I did an angst thing again oops also not proof read double oops

summary: an argument between you and tom, except it takes him hurting someone else for you to loose it

warnings: alot of swearing (im British sorry not sorry) idk anything else except commitment issues?

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It was an argument you and your boyfriend regularly had. In fact, it was the only argument the two of you ever had. And especially recently, one that Tom seemed to want to have every day. It didn’t matter where you were on set; in the rental home; out for dinner. Or like now… in the airport lounge.

You were sitting across from each other in a semi-private booth. Tom in his joggers and a burgundy hoodie, you in your black leggings and an oversized tee that actually belonged to your boyfriend. The rest of the place was almost deserted, given the late-night time of the flight. It was probably why Tom felt so comfortable bringing up this touchy subject in a public place.

You were both way past overtired too, owing to the end of a gruelling shoot. All you wanted was to get back to London and get into your own bed. Without an unnecessary fight with Tom.

Unfortunately for you, when you had naively said those exact words, Tom’s overtired brain skipped straight to it being a personal attack.

“I don’t see why you can’t commit to moving in Y/n! We practically live together for filming anyway so-“

“I love you Tom, more than I could ever express. I just… I can’t do this yet. I need… more-“

“More time, I know.” He grumbled, already standing and slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder - as the flight’s gate was announced by the intercom. Had he not already turned his back and started heading along the hallway, you would’ve tried to protest and calm him down. But thanks to his urgency to get away from you… all you could do was sigh. Slumping back against the seat before hauling yourself up and grabbing the bags - that he had helped you with on the way in.

No doubt this would be a long flight.

That it was. Tom had been maturely giving you the silent treatment at the gate, as you were boarding, and finding you seats. You were both in first class, so you had adjacent little pods with a little partition in the middle. It’s standard position was to be lowered however, before you’d even been able to settle into your window seat, Tom had already switched to button to have it slowly slide up.

Real fucking mature.

Thinking he just needed some time to cool off, you rolled your eyes but let him be. Even though you were such a frequent flier, you were terrible at getting any sleep on them. Tom knew this, knew how much you disliked the idea of being hurtling through the air in a tin can. Usually, he’d be holding your hand, entertaining you by watching a movie and providing a shit commentary over the top. Sometimes, when you were both as exhausted as right now, he’d even slide into your chair, having you perch on top of him so you could fall asleep listening to his heartbeat in his chest. Now though? He refused to acknowledge your existence.

Tom never had such issues flying, he was like a switch that could just choose to fall asleep at any and every point. Which is perhaps why it shocked you to see him still wide awake, staring angrily at the corner of his pod when you went to the loo, hours later. Thinking it was time for a peace offering, on the return to your seat you made eye contact and began to smile softly at him. However, that plan lasted for all of two seconds, since as soon as he realised you had seen him staring, Tom instantly shut his eyes - playing asleep.

He really was being particularly stubborn tonight.

By the time the plane landed, he’d still refused to say anything - and it was starting to really piss you off too. You’d tried to be mature, tried to offer the metaphorical olive branch and he had quite literally thrown it back in your face. So by the time you were being escorted off the plane (first because you were first class), you hung back from your boyfriend, wanting to have your own space.

Which was exactly why you didn’t want to give up your own apartment yet!

The two of you walked across the bridge into the terminal with a good 8 metres between each other. Tom didn’t bother to turn round and check on you, taking purposeful steps as though he wanted to get away.

Thankfully the terminal was quiet, probably due to the ungodly hour in the morning you’d landed at. The halls echoed only with your and Toms footsteps, the echo exaggerating just how far away you felt from him at this point. Still, Tom hadn’t acknowledged your existence, or anyone elses for that matter - the pair of you almost got to baggage reclaim before seeing any other humans.

And that is where it all went wrong.

It was typical, an otherwise empty airport except for you, Tom and a family with 2 girls. 2 teenage girls. 2 teen girls whose eyes widened to almost comical levels at the sight of your boyfriend. You’d seen them from a mile away, but from Tom’s reaction to them - he clearly hadn’t.

In fact, you were such a distance away you couldn’t exactly hear the exchange. But what you saw, had your heart in your mouth.

The girls ran over from the seats their whole family were sitting in, squealing at Tom with that overcited little jump you’d seen so often. Instead of Tom turning to them and entertaining them with small talk and a photo or two - he did the opposite. If anything, he quickened his cadence, looked as though he waved the girls off without muttering two words.

And maybe there was a reason. Maybe they had shouted something really rude at him - but fuck, the chances were slim. One looked ten, and one looked a couple of years older - as you approached, you saw the dejected and shocked faces melt into ones of intense disappointment. The eldest turned and hugged the younger, whose chest appeared to be shaking in a way that meant only one thing. Tom had made her cry.

Just as both the mother and father stood up to rush to the girls, you matched their hurried steps - getting their first.

“Hi, excuse me… “

You felt really awkward but knew you had to do something for these poor girls. And quite possibly for Toms career too. “Are you guys okay?” It took a second or two, but the girls clearly both recognised you too (thank god), throwing nervous looks at each other.

“Are yo-you Y/n?” The younger one asked, bright eyes glazed in tears which broke your heart to see.

“Yeh-yeh I am, what are your names?” You knelt, smiling warmly at the girls, who seemed to chirp up a bit.

“I’m Tima” The eldest spoke first before nudging the other to speak. You waited patiently till the little girl had wiped her eyes before replying.

“I’m Azara.”

“Wow, you’ve both got very beautiful names. Where are you both headin-“

“Can I ask you a question!?” Litte Azara burst out, interrupting you, but in the cutest and sweetest way. You just laughed and said of course, as she twiddled with her thumbs nervously.

“How big is the biggest T-rex?” Her little eyes were so curious and you had to suppress a giggle, seeing how serious it was.

Of course, the T-Rexs in Jurassic world (one of your movies) were all CGI. But Azara didn’t have to know that.

“Oh, they are bigger thanthan the tallest trees you’ve ever seen!”

You carried on your little chat with the girls for five or so minutes, laughing with them and exchanging soft nods with their parents too - who seemed appreciative of your time. Eventually, though, it was the dad who pulled time on the exchange, signalling that the girls had taken up enough of your time. As you stood up, Tima spoke up - after being relatively withdrawn from the conversation.

“You’re friends with Tom Holland right?” You nodded, subconsciously biting your lip to see what she would say. “Can you tell him sorry for bothering him, it’s just Azara was excited, we only wanted to say hi.”

Yeh, there was absolutely no way these incredibly sweet girls did anything to Tom. He was just being a knob.

“Hey, it’s not your fault at all. We’ve just had a really, really long flight, and he’s in a bit of a mood at me - I’m so sorry that he let it out on you.”

That explanation seemed to satisfy Tima with a nod, and with some final hugs you bid the girls both farewell. By this point, the rest of your plane had caught up along the corridors, so it was busier, and you had to fight against the small crowd to get through the airport as quickly as possible. Because you were seething with rage for Tom and could not wait to tell him exactly what those poor girls thought of him.

Unsurprisingly Tom had chosen not to wait for you in the airport at all, instead already hiding inside the blacked-out windows of the 4x4 waiting at the collection point. You marched up to that car angry to the point you thought the whole airport would notice. Yanking the door so hard you were surprised you did no damage to it, you threw your bags in - momentarily ignoring the sight of Tom huddled into a corner, staring at his phone with AirPods in.

But once you slammed the door shut and the driver started the car, you let yourself go.

“Who the fuck do you think you are!”

“Y/n can we just leave it for- “

“You made 2 girls cry!!! You were so self-absorbed in your temper tantrum that you made 2 teenage girls cry. You proud of yourself?”

This time he did look at you, eyes wide and confused - clearly not understanding. So you continued - laying it out for him.

“Those two girls you waved off because you were so busy running away from me? Well the youngest one cried and then the eldest didn’t speak and when she did it was only to ask me to apologise to you. You’re a fucking dickhead!”

“I didn’t mean-“

“Oh god, that makes it all better. You didn’t mean to make them cry on purpose, so it’s fine! God if you’d only said I’d-“

“Fuck off Y/n you’re not being fair, cut the sarcasm.”

“I’m not being fair?!? Because I’m the bad person in this situation, right? I just saved you from a very, very bad headline tomorrow morning because you were too busy giving me the silent treatment.”

“Yeah, well, your the one who doesn’t seem to give a damn about me!”

You scoffed hard at his words, air trapped in your throat that now felt completely stuck. How could he say that? How could he even think that?

As much as you hated showing it, you felt your eyes well up with tears. Because who the fuck did he think he was.

“Now that, that is so unfair. You know exactly my history and why I don’t want to move in yet AND you know just how much I fucking love you. So don’t you dare.”

“You're not convincing anyone.” He spoke quieter, but the venom behind his tone was still there. As the first tear escaped over your bottom lashes, you knocked on the partition to the driver and asked him, in no uncertain terms, to pull over.

“Congrats Tom. That’s three women you’ve broken the hearts of in 20 minutes. Must be some sort of a record.”

And with that you slammed the door shut, abandoned on the side of the road somewhere within Heathrow.

?a part 2? idk where id go from here aha

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[prettyboy-writes]

♡ ˎˊ𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝'𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎ˏˋ ♡

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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 - 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰 '𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘺' 𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘰 𝘹 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥.

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘯' 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥,𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳.

Bloodied and bruised is what the blonde was. He’d never met someone that could land so many hits on him without getting the same,what made it worse was that the boy was shorter than him. He was honestly impressed but couldn’t say that infront of his friends when he’s already loosing.

YN was pissed,pissed and annoyed. Sano’s little fake blonde friend wouldn’t shut up about never giving up and to face your problems. No matter how many hits he landed on sano he wouldn’t go down. Raising his hands he was ready to propose a solution.

“Call off your guys and I’ll call if mines. We can do this,another way.” YN stood straight,fixing his jacket. Manjiro looked around before shrugging his shoulders and whispering something to Draken. The tattooed man nodded in what seemed to be agreement before yelling.

“Oi! The presidents needa’ hold off the fight!” All 250 of the men paused in their positions,some with their hands midair ready to knock others clean out while some people fell from mid air as they were ready to jump onto someone and beat them half to death.

All the white jackets,aka your members looked at you as if they were asking “is he speaking for you as well?” You nodded at them and they all went back to their positions and by their friends,laughing and teasing at how bad they were beat or praising how many people one took down.

“Manjiro sano,I propose a truce. You won’t go down because of your oddly positive friend and I’m simply running out of energy.” You walked closer to the blonde,he seemed to tense,unsure if you were being serious.

“How about,we share the area. We fight against other gangs who somehow manage to make their way into our Territory.” He looked at ken for reassurance,earning a nod from him.

“A truce it is,LN” you both shook hands,receiving cheers of celebration from the 250 men that stood alongside you both.

“If I’m bein’ honest I was about to pass out sleep on the nearest toman member!” Someone from your gang yelled causing laughter to erupt. You only shook your head with a smile and you pinched the bridge of your nose.

Mikey suddenly couldn’t take his eyes off of you. The embarrassment on your face as you tried to hold back a laugh,the little blush that dusted your cheeks. Why did he all of a sudden find you so pretty,why did he find you attractive.

Shaking his head while closing his eyes,ridding the confusing thoughts. “It was such a pleasure to fight with the unbeatable Manjiro sano,but it is time I take my leave.” You raised your arms dramatically and just in que your co-president came driving by,swooping you up by your waist and onto the shared motorcycle.

“Your all dismissed,thank you for fighting alongside me today!” You waved at your gang members as they let out a series of “my pleasure” and “welcomes’”. You gave a smile before you exited the grounds on the bike.

Mikey was stunned. How the fuck did you look so elegant while getting snatched off your feet ? How did you get one hundred and fifty larger men to give you their full repsect and undivided attention? Mikey had so many questions right now.

And that led to today. You were sitting in a small bakery,a table close to the glass wall where you could see any and everything,including the blonde walking to the door. You watched as he walked in searching for a familiar color of hair,waving at him his eyebrows raised and he headed towards you waving with a smile.

“Yo” you raised your head slightly before tilting it back. He sat in the chair looking around before speaking up. “I want to end the rivalry between our gangs.” He spoke,his tone was nervous but his face was stoic and didn’t change a bit. You shrugged. “Sure,I mean why not.” His face practically lit up when he heard your agreement.

“Let’s celebrate with dorayaki!” He waved towards the waitress who immediately rushed over with a pen and notepad. “Can I get two melonpan? They are very sweet and I need sugar.” You held up two fingers as you spoke and the waitress nodded. She looked between you two obviously nervous.

“I’ll be right back with your food,congrats on the relationship you two!” She gave another smile before walking off. Your face immediately warmed up and you looked at Mikey who was also flustered before looking down.

Why didn’t he deny asking you out? Why didn’t you deny him asking you out? God this was so embarrassing. You shook the thought as lightly tapped your cheeks,ridding the warmth before looking up at the blonde.

“M’ sorry about that.” He apologized offering a soft smile. You once again felt the warmth travel up to your cheeks. “It’s fine,just a simple misunderstanding.” He nodded and once again his eyes lit up when he saw the waitress heading to your table with plates.

She set them both down before slightly bowing and walking away. You bit into the bread,not moving it from your mouth as you looked around before finishing the bite and chewing it. Mikey was slightly confused but nonetheless flustered at how strangely cute you looked.

“Say LN,how old are ya’?” Mikey asked as he played around with his food,making the fish seem as if it was swimming. “Mmm,just turned 14. Why?” You answered as soon as you swallowed your bread. His eyes widened. “Woah. Your younger than me? Well I mean it’s not that big of a surprise seeing your height-“ Mikey immediately regretted talking about your height when he saw your glare.

“I am the perfect height for my age,manjiro.” Your eyes narrowed on the blonde causing him to raise his hands in a surrendering manner. “Geez,hit a nerve there.” You huffed before looking away as you took another bite of your bread,earning a snicker from Mikey. Your eyes flickered back to him,he was suddenly staring at something,with his full attention.

In all honesty he was admiring your face,he had never thought of anyone pretty. Let alone have a crush on someone. This was a new discovery for him and he didn’t know how to go about it. Maybe he’d talk to takemitchy later,he has a girlfriend. His thoughts were interrupted when your voice was heard.

“Whaddya’ staring at?” You attempted to following where his eyes where but it seemed like he was staring at the empty chair behind you. He shrugged before biting into his dorayaki happily.

Not only was he happy that he saved his guys a possibly big fight that could cause serious injuries and possible deaths,but he also made an ally. A cute one at that. “Nothin,just thinking.” You gave an understanding nod and rested your cheek on your palm,looking through the glass walls.

“Hey does your friend know I can see his tall ass? He sucks at hiding.” Your vision hovered on Draken who was trying to hide behind a wall. Mikey laughed at your honesty before turning to him and waving him off with a nod.

“He didn’t quite trust the idea of me coming to meet you alone.” Mikey admitted. You shrugged before eating the last bite of your bread. “Hey uh,do you maybe wanna go on a walk? Tomorrow?” The blonde nervously asked with a smile.

You nodded,returning his kind smile. “Alright,it’s a date. See you then,Mikey” you stood up and placed a 1000 yen bill before exiting the cafe,waving at Mikey through the glass.

His cheeks were bright red as he tried to wave back at you. He settled rivalry,gained an ally and got a date? God this day was just going perfect for him.

“Oh god what should I wear? What do you wear for date walks?!” He pointed to the waitress who served you and him. She nervously answered: “a nice hoodie and a pair of jeans always work?” Manjiro nodded and yelled a “thankyou” as he walked out of the cafe waving.

You can bet he went to Takemichi to help him pick out a hoodie with Draken following along giving his opinion every now and then.

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