#I’ll never call it that but seems like the place for this meme

[twilightown]

[darnell-la]

𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗦 𝗔 𝗕𝗜𝗚 𝗗𝗢𝗚

pairing: the worst!logan howlett x younger generation!reader

warnings: Logan easing into the new world and generation, mention of Wade trying to get roommate!reader and Logan together, making a TikTok, sniffing, smut, etc.

note: “she don’t want no puppy! She wanna BIG dawg!”

———

Logan had thought living with Wade would be a bad idea. He belonged in his last universe with what he’s done. He brought himself down for years, mentally and physically, hoping the pain would stop. Thankfully, it finally had.

It’s been almost a year since Logan has lived with Wade and his younger roommate. The match seemed off when he first met her, but after the first hour, she knew why she and Wade were close friends.

The girl was in college, young, pretty, had a small job at the campus, and loved parties, and things that Wade did daily.

Logan had a small argument with y/n a couple of weeks ago after she gifted him an iPhone. She said he needed it to keep in touch with her and Wade. She also said he needed a bit of humor.

He had no idea what that meant until she made a TikTok for the man. The videos that came up on his page didn’t make sense to him, he he still laughed at them.

He had no idea what happened to himself, but sending memes to y/n every hour was a habit.

After sending y/n a TikTok video, he swiped and came across a sound that confused him.

The man in the video was lip-syncing a song as she showed his muscles. Logan gave a disgusting look at his phone, thinking the man looked ridiculous until he read the title.

“When she chose you because you’re height starts with a six and your weight starts with a two”

Logan sent the video to y/n, asking her what he meant by that. He didn’t know being a muscle-tall man was a trend.

“Logan, I’m in the room next to you, just come here!” Y/n shouted in her room, making him sigh loudly as he got off of the couch for the first time in what felt like days.

“I just wanted to know what he meant? Like is being big and tall a trend? Like, if that’s the case, then I’d be viral,” Logan used words that y/n and Wade ran him by.

“God, Logan — Do people your age question everything?” Y/n checked her phone and noticed what trend he sent her. She’s thought about this trend but with Logan in it. He fits it perfectly, but Wade would tease her if she’d ever brought it up.

“I’m just askin', Bub. Seemed stupid to me,” Logan shrugged his shoulders. “Because you haven’t tried it,” y/n defended her generation. “So, you’re into that stuff? God, y/n — Never knew you’d be one of those kids,��

“I do like it, and since you’re so boring, we’re gonna have you do it, so c’mere,” y/n stood up from her bed and placed her phone down on her desk after clicking the sound.

“Gotta take your shirt off for it,” y/n lied, but she knew he’d do it, even if he complained. “No fuckin’ way, bub,” Logan laughed as he turned around to go back to his sofa until she grabbed his arm softly.

“Please! You never do TikTok’s with me,” y/n fake cried, annoying him in an instant. “Ain’t takin’ my shirt off for no little girls online. I’d get, what’s it called? Canceled?” Logan said, making her laugh.

“Logan, you sound stupid as fuck. Take off the shirt — Unless you’re jealous they look better than you,” y/n shrugged her shoulders as she went back to her bed to sit down, acting like she didn’t care to get a reaction out of him.

“Bub, you know I look better than them, so stop the lyin,” Logan felt a bit upset at her words. Y/n ignored him for what felt like hours, so he sighed and gave up. “Swear to god, I’d Wade say some shit about this, I’ll kill him,”

Logan and y/n worked on the TikTok for an half hour, trying to get the right angle since he kept saying he didn’t look good enough.

Y/n never complained. Watching him walk through her door repeatedly, then editing the video in slow motion, made her stomach tingle.

At first, Logan felt uncomfortable. She could smell the young lady, but he didn’t want to say anything. He’d be a pervert if he did, so he kept quiet, thinking it would go away, but he knew her spot grew bigger.

“So, you think I’m a big dog?” Logan genuinely asked as y/n began to edit the TikTok video. “What makes you think that?” She asked; thinking she nailed her scared response, but Logan saw the quick stutter in her fingers as she typed on her phone.

“Just askin, bub,” Logan said before taking a small sniff. He was leaning on her doorway as she sat on her bed. He was so far., yet she smelt so close.

He cussed himself out in his head, upset that Wade had won this “you’ll like her eventually” argument. Logan swore she was too young, and even made her feel a bit bad.

He had thought y/n had moved on, maybe got over the thought of her having a chance with Wade’s new friend, but the smell she had, is making him go insane.

All she’s doing is making a TikTok. That’s it, but he can’t stop thinking about the spot she’s soaking in her panties. He felt nasty, but in a good way after a while. The lust was taking him over.

“You happy you’ve got your little video?” Logan asked as he kicked off of her dorm frame and walked towards her bed to sit next to her.

“Yes, finally,” she smiled at him before continuing her edit. Logan scanned the girl's body slowly, watching how spotty her breathing was, seeing goosebumps form on her arms, and watching her leg shake a bit.

“Is that so?” He asked as he placed his hand on her thigh. She’s always been a sweet bean to him, but he ignored it. He tried his best to prove Wade wrong, but she was hard to ignore, and Wade knew that. Wade knew y/n would bring something out in the grumpy old man.

“Mhm hm,” Y/n mumbled as she pushed the post on her phone. “Think it’ll get a lot of likes,” she looked to the side at Logan who was now closer than she thought.

“And why is that? I look good?” He asked her, eyes on her soft and pretty lips. “Uh, yeah — Think the viewers will like it,” she awkwardly smiled, feeling her heart raise.

“Think you liked it more than the viewers will,” Logan almost whispered. Y/n just noticed how his shirt was still off. Why was his shirt still off?

“Seen you repost that video, y/n. You’re not slick,” Logan spoke about the video he had sent her. “Think you were thinkin’ about me when you did it,” the man smirked.

“I- I was just reposting,” Y/n stuttered as his hand slowly cupped her chin. “Guess I’m not the big dog you’re lookin’ for them,” Logan faked sighing as he pulled his hand back.

Before he could turn around to get up, y/n grabbed his face and pulled him into a short but long kiss, hoping to get the best out of this one-time thing.

“Told you last you, you ain’t for me, baby,” Logan said, making y/n look down in embarrassment. “I know,” she said. “I lied — Was just goin’ through a little somethin,” Logan admitted before pulling her back into a kiss, this time rough.

Y/n gasped as he breathed into her mouth, sucking on her lips like he’d starved for days. “Lo,” y/n moaned low at the feeling of his pulling her into his rough kisses.

Logan decided to push Y/n down on her bed and lean over her, keeping their lips together. Y/n instantly wrapped her legs around the man, pulling him closer as he moved his hips, grinding on her to feel the pressure.

“Oh, fuck,” Logan groaned in between their kiss, feeling his cock leak already. “If I fuck you, Wade wins,” Logan pulled back from the girl, taking a look into her eyes. She thought the man would leave, get off of her and never speak to her again, until he assured her, he was staying.

“Fuck it — Can’t resist you anymore, baby,” Logan smashed his lips back onto the young lady's lips, kissing her roughly as he tugged on his jeans. All y/n had to do was pull up the gown she wore almost every day she was off of work when she was too lazy to dress up.

“Wait- We need a condom,” y/n leaned up, but Logan pushed her back down. “Oh, no we don’t. Your cunts leaking too much for me to not feel her,” Logan said. She was confused, not knowing how he knew she was wet until she thought to herself.

He’s a mutant. His only powers can’t be regeneration and speed.

“Fuck, I-“ y/n cut herself off, embarrassed at her pervy actions. He probably smells her all the time. “Caught red-handed,” Logan chuckled as he put his cock in hand.

“Always wet around the house. Teasin’ me and basically beggin’ for me every day. Wished I took you to my room when I first met you. Maybe by now, we’d have our little family,”

Logan pushed into the girl, giving her no time to think about what he had just said about a family.

She’s never thought of a family with Logan. It’s not he wasn’t father material, it’s the fact she’s only been thinking about him pleasing her, and pleasing her only.

“Fuck, that’s it,”

[wosoragebaiter69]

late

barça femeni x teen!reader

request: here & here

A/N: i love everything about this request. (i did make lucy ona and keira a throuple for the memes)

also Asisat has left.. no more dedicated funny person in my stories 😔

TW: Panic Attack

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You’re late. You’re never late. That’s how you end up on the phone with Ona, stressed and out of your mind.

“I’m not sure Ona! All I know is that my period is late, and I am FREAKING out, so god help me and come over please.” You’re borderline screaming at the phone.

“Ok ok, please just calm down I’ll be there soon. When I get there you better have an explanation of why you think you might be pregnant, you are literally 17.” You can hear her disappointment.

“Yes I know, I know. Just get the tests please.” She says yes and promptly hangs up the phone as you go back to worrying.

- - - - -

All was going well for Ona, she bought two tests which were different brands and payed for them without getting recognised by any fans. She opts to not buy a bag, considering it’s 8pm at night. It’s not like she was going to run into anyone anyways, right?

Wrong, immediately as she walks out of the pharmacy, tests in hand she bumps into not only her captain. But 1 of her 2 girlfriends as well.

“Uhh, what is that?” Lucy says, looking down at the tests in her girlfriends hand.

“I, uhh.” The younger spaniard starts to freak out, not wanting to put you in a vulnerable position.

“Tell us.” Alexia says sternly, leaving no room for argument.

“Well, it’s not for me. It’s for… it’s for Y/N.” The older women look visibly shaken and shocked.

“Disculpe!”

“Qué?”

They speak at the same time.

“Ok, I’m about to go to her house. Lucy you can come with me and Ale you can come if you’d like.”

“I’ll leave the nena to you both, just update me ok?” Alexia is concerned, rightfully so. Ona and Lucy nod, before getting in the car and driving to your place.

- - - - -

You open the door, surprised to see not 1 but 2 visitors.

“Hola.” You say before allowing them access inside the apartment.

“Sorry, I uh might’ve ran into Lucy and Alexia and I had to tell them.” Ona blurts out, you don’t worry though as it would probably get out anyways.

“It’s fine… can I just have the tests now?” She nods slowly, passing them to you before running off to the bathroom.

When you’ve followed the instructions and done what’s needed, you walk out and place the two sticks on the table, flipping them upside down. Once again you begin to spiral.

“Oh god, what if it’s positive.” You mumble, pushing your knees to your chest.

“Hey, if it is positive we’ll do our best to support you, if it’s negative then there’s nothing to worry about. Might be a cyst or something. Take deep breaths for me ok?” Lucy’s reassuring voice leads you into a less panicked state, and you just hoped that time would fly by faster.

When the timer on Ona’s phone went off, you felt sick. You took deep breaths as Ona scratched your back slightly. You counted in your head to three and flipped both tests open to reveal one negative… and one positive. Oh fuck.

“Ona? Luce? Please. What do I do, I’m scared.” Tears stream down your face, your body starts to shake and Lucy immediately holds you tight against her.

“Shh, shh, it’s ok. It might be a false positive, youre going to be ok I promise.” She says as you’re crying, her words fall deaf in your ears as you can only sob harder. Now going into a full panic attack.

“Call Keira, I’ll message Alexia.” Ona nods and calls the other Englishwoman.

- - - - -

It’s around 5 minutes later, you feel like you’re going to pass out when there’s knocks on the door. You register something else happening and soon enough someone has their hands touching your knees and speaking.

The person takes your hand and puts it agaisnt something that’s beating and you try to get in sync with it.

Soon enough, you regain your senses and it’s Keira who’s pulled you back to reality. It seems she knows you’re back with the look she gives.

“Hey…” She whispers softly, wiping the tears out of your eyes. “Whatever happens, you have me, the team and we won’t judge you at all. Ok?” You nod.

It takes a few more minutes until you’re basically back to where you were. You look up at their curious gazes.

“You can ask questions if you want.” You answer the unspoken question.

“So you… you had sex.” You nod at Keira.

“With a guy?” Ona pipes up and you sigh nodding your head again.

“Ok, how about this. Give it another week and we’ll do another two tests, IF you haven’t got your period by then, sound good?” You half-smile and stare at the table.

“Do you want any of us to stay at all?” You shrug, not even sure what you want at the current moment. “Ok, Keira will stay with you and you’ll go to training in the morning. We updated Alexia and she’s worried. She agrees with us about the waiting and what we’ll do after today. She might want to speak to you tomorrow though.”

“Ok, thank you for everything Luce and you Ona.” You look at both of them, smiling gratefully. They pat you on the shoulder before walking out to presumably go home. Then Keira turns to you.

“I brought stuff over in case, don’t worry about lending clothes or anything like that.”

“Ok… could you maybe sleep- like in the bed with me?” You ask, slightly embarrassed.

“Not at all come on, you need the rest.” She leads you to your room and you immediately crash fast asleep against the pillow.

- - - - -

The next morning when you wake up, you know something has changed. There’s a light ache in your abdomen and your muscles are slightly sore. Keira is peacefully lying beside you and you’re happy that she stuck to her word and stayed.

You lazily make your way to the bathroom to use the toilet when you feel as if God has blessed you. low and behold that positive from the previous night was a false one.

You feel immediately at ease and get done what needs to be done in the morning.

“Keira!” You greet happily, she smiles slightly confused. Considering it’s such a dramatic change from last night.

“What’s up?” She asks.

“I finally got it.” It takes a second for her to register what you meant by that but when she does she’s also happy.

“Well, that’s great. Come on, eat this muesli bar and we’ll get going, then you can tell the girls about it.” You nod and head off to training.

- - - - -

When you walk in the room where all the girls are, the ones who knew look at you in surprise of the look of joy on your face.

“Why so happy cariño?” Ale asks.

“Well it seems like someone has blessed me because this morning I got what I’d been hoping for. My period.” You say dramatically and she smiles.

“YAYY THE BEBE ISN’T PREGNANT!” Mapi’s loud voice shouts as you look down, cheeks turning red.

“Welcome to womanhood elskling.” Ingrid pulls you in and presses a kiss against your temple.

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i fangirled so hard today on the woso writers discord

[flieslikeamoron]

For the ask meme, if you're still doing it! I wish you would write a fic where either Eddie or Steve can read the other's mind, or feel their emotions, or are otherwise psychically linked in some way. :)

Hiiiii! At one point I was thinking about writing a soul bond type of thing where the bat bites create a hive mind that Steve and Eddie share. Your ask reminded me of the idea so I wrote a little bit of what that could have been like. Some dicks and stuff behind the cut.

-*-

It’s not that weird.

Sure, it’s a little strange Steve always seems to know when Eddie pulls into the parking lot at Family Video. Even if he’s in the back room, couldn’t possibly have heard the rattle of the van’s rusted muffler. 

And yes, he can tell when Eddie’s hungry. Thirsty. Tired. Can tell without asking if he’s craving a burger or spaghetti. Can tell where Eddie is in a room without looking. Can feel it like a magnet pulling. But he knows when Robin’s hungry just by looking too. Or when she has a crush on someone. He knows when Nancy’s fed up or trying not to laugh. He knows when Dustin’s about to go off on some nerd rant before he starts talking. 

It’s just because they’re friends now. That has to be why he feels so much better when Eddie’s around. Like something he didn’t know was missing clicking into place. That’s friendship, isn’t it? 

It’s not that weird. 

Not compared to all the shit they’ve been through. It’s nice, actually, the way Eddie smiling at him sinks deep into him like sunshine on his skin. The way Eddie’s pacing footsteps or the drumming of his fingers on the counter thumps in a rhythm against Steve’s chest. Even when Eddie’s pissed, it rattles like rain on a tin roof in a way Steve kind of likes. 

It’s just because Steve likes him. It’s not a big deal that he hasn’t felt exactly like this about any of the other people he’s friends with. Any of the people he loves. Different isn’t bad. There’s no reason to mention it. What would he even say? Do you know when I’m thirsty too? Do you feel like a lock turning when you touch me? That does make it sound weird. And what if Eddie says no. What if Eddie has no idea what he’s even talking about. 

No, Steve will just give him a Coke when he knows Eddie wants a Coke. And bask in the smile that gets him. There’s no reason to bring it up. To make it weird.

Until.

It comes out of nowhere, heat building low in his gut when Steve’s in the middle of putting his laundry away. He’s got the phone trapped between his ear and his shoulder, Robin on the other end giving him a play-by-play of her latest not-date with Vicki. He puts the rest of his jeans away, trying to ignore how turned on he is for no apparent reason. But there’s something fucked up about having Robin’s voice in his ear while he’s popping a boner. 

“I gotta go,” he interrupts. “Sorry, I forgot I have to-” He tries to think of something he could be doing that’s not jerking off.

“Am I boring you?”

“No I just-” He stops again. This time because he has the oddest feeling. Almost the feeling of a hand on him. Of fingers pinching into his nipple. It’s never really done much for him, having his nipples played with. But a pulse of heat goes right through his balls. He curls a hand thoughtlessly against his boner, feeling the needy weight of it. “I’ll call you in a sec.” He can hear Robin protesting as he hangs up and tosses the phone aside. 

She calls right back, but he lets it ring. Too busy tugging his pants down. He can’t explain anyway. That he just really needs to get off right now. It’s rude as hell. He doesn’t know why he’s- But he’s so turned on. He’ll make it up to her after he gets this out of his system. 

He tugs his underwear down enough to get his dick out, starting to stroke himself with one hand, the other braced on his dresser. He likes to start slow normally, get himself worked up, but he feels strung tight as if he’s already been at it for a while. He spits in his hand, spreads precome down the shaft. Watching his hand move, the head of his dick red and slick in the circle of his fingers. 

There’s something wrong with his vision, something sort of blurry like a double exposure in a photograph. He blinks. It’s like the almost there of another hand, that’s not his hand. Of a dick that’s not his dick. He can almost feel it ghost against his skin when that hand moves, off rhythm with his. It’s making his dick throb, gut snarled tight with heat. It’s making him dizzy. He closes his eyes, and tries to focus on the slide of his hand. Just his hand. Tries to picture Phoebe Cates getting out of the pool. Perfect boobs and a slo-mo smile. But the picture in his head feels impossible to hold on to. Feels like he can’t- 

And then he’s seeing himself a little hazy and far away like looking through clear water. It’s him pulling himself out of the pool in his swim team speedos. Muscles flexing. Water streaming off him. Hand running through his own wet hair, and a cocky grin on his face. 

And okay, he knows he’s a good-looking guy. But he’s not- His ego isn’t this big. This isn’t the him he sees in the mirror. It’s sort of- Everything a little better than he actually is. The him he wishes he was. 

He didn’t- The shape of it feels wrong inside his head, like it doesn’t fit right. But he’s watching himself sitting down now, at the edge of the pool. And there's someone still in the water. There are hands on his thighs. A mouth on his cock. He can’t see much of the other person but long, dark, wet hair. He can almost feel it, the heat of that mouth on his cock. The sizzle of it through his mind going straight to his balls. And every time he strokes himself it’s like he feels it in his dick, and then he feels it again somehow like an echo throbbing through him. An overwhelming feedback loop of want and need and how good it feels. God. Fuck. I’m gonna come. He is gonna come, but he hears it against the inside of his head, and it doesn’t sound like him. It sounds like-

“Eddie?” he says cautiously. Out loud and in his head too.

He feels a quick stab of shock, fear. It feels like the rest of it. Sort of the wrong shape inside his body, inside his head. And then it’s like he’s got a song stuck in his head, but it’s a heavy metal song he’s never heard before. 

“Eddie?” He thinks it harder. Tries to make it a scream, send it out past the inside of his own head. But the music keeps going, the noise of it so loud he can hardly think past it, can’t hear past it to whatever Eddie’s thinking behind it. That is Eddie behind it though, he’s pretty sure. That was Eddie just now. The things Steve was feeling. That was what Eddie was thinking about while he was getting off. He was thinking about Steve. 

Steve should be more weirded out by that, probably. Knowing he’s starring in Eddie Munson’s wet dreams is a bit of a surprise. He didn’t even know Eddie’s gay. He waits to feel shocked or upset, but outside of being kind of confused how any of this is even happening, he doesn’t seem to mind it. It’s a compliment, really. If that’s the way Eddie sees him. He kind of likes it, actually, in a deep down, self-satisfied way that makes him wonder if he does need to work on his ego after all. 

He feels vaguely guilty that he accidentally ruined the guy’s jerk off session. He looks down at his hand on his dick. He’s not sure if he should finish now. It’s like stolen valor or something. Is he even horny or was he just piggy-backing? However he got here, he’s still pretty close. He gives himself a couple careful strokes. Can Eddie feel that? Or was it just a one way connection? He heard it when Steve thought his name though. The heavy metal is still fucking blasting, so maybe he can’t hear or feel Steve past that just like Steve can’t hear him. He doesn’t know if he should risk it though. 

It’s pretty fucking weird.

The kind of weird he can’t ignore. 

He takes a cold shower, the heavy metal stuck in his head starting to give him a headache. Could you turn it down a little? he tries thinking. If it gets through to Eddie, he ignores it. Steve tries to figure out if there’s a way to turn down the volume on his end. Putting his fingers in his ears doesn’t help. He tries counting backward from a hundred and that seems like it does something, sort of. But as soon as he stops counting he can hear the music just as loud. Maybe Eddie will turn it off on his own if Steve gives him a little time to stop freaking out. 

He’s got to be freaking out. Having the dude you’re jerking off about pop up in your head has to be the nightmare scenario of all time. But how is Steve supposed to tell him it’s cool if he won’t stop putting up a wall of sound?

Or maybe Steve could try something a little less direct than whatever this head to head connection is. He tries calling Eddie’s trailer. No answer. He tries the walkie. No answer.

He wonders if Eddie can tell he’s pulling into the trailer park like Steve can always tell when he’s pulling up the street to Steve’s house. Steve can feel it. That magnet tug as he walks up the stairs. That feeling just underneath his breast bone that always seems to orient toward Eddie like a compass pointing north. He wonders if Eddie can feel that too. 

But maybe he can’t, because he looks shocked when he opens the door. Wide-eyed for just a second. The music breaks apart in Steve’s head enough that he can feel fear, just for a second. Less than that. Barely long enough to notice if he hadn’t been paying attention. And then the music starts up again, and whatever Eddie’s feeling is hidden behind it. Behind the easy laugh as he reaches out to thump Steve on the chest with the back of his hand like normal. Says, “You couldn’t call?” like Steve didn’t. Says, “You’re lucky I don’t have a life,” and tugs Steve in through the doorway. Like normal. 

For a moment Steve thinks maybe it was all in his head. Maybe he’s just like- Losing it. Maybe he's making up weird shit and thinking he and Eddie have some kind of psychic connection and hearing things that aren’t there and seeing things that aren’t there. Maybe none of it is real. And there’s nothing weird here except him. 

But there’s music in his head. And he doesn’t know this song.

[parkerpeter24]

Hiii!! If you are taking requests, can you please write a Peter x Reader where the reader and Peter started dating before the spider bite and after Peter got bit he calls the reader to come over because he is freaking out that he suddenly changed and they figure out Peter's abilities together like all crack and fluffy type 🥺🥺🥺

okayyyyy here we go

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader

requests are open (but don’t get your hopes too high)

masterlist

peter never avoided you.

he was often busy with school work, community service and his spanish classes but he always made time for you no matter what.

today was different.

everything seemed fine till friday. the two of you studied till late that evening and peter decided to stay over as the two of you fell asleep, cuddled up in your bed. When you woke up on saturday, peter was missing. you didn’t think much of that because you weren’t up for the embarrassing comments from your parents.

now it was sunday morning and there was a lack of his good morning messages. there was nor one on saturday and neither one today. however, the thing that irked you the most was that he wasn’t replying to your texts either. you had sent him various messages, some asking about his whereabouts, a few random meme pictures in hopes that he’e reply with at least a crying-laughing emoji. but nothing came.

it was around 2 o’clock when you received a phone call and you literally threw yourself off the desk chair, seeing your boyfriend’s name flash as the caller.

“peter where the hell are you?!” you cut to the chase but he seemed to ignore your question. you heard him on the other side as he breathed out shallow breaths into the speaker of his phone, “w-what’s wrong?” you asked, suddenly worried that he was robbed or hurt somewhere in one of queens’s alleys.

“(y/n), come home, p-please.” he stuttered, his voice sounding a mix between a plea and a demand.

the call just disconnected as you were about to ask what had happened.

but there was no time to think now. you put on your shoes as adrenaline rushed through your veins, making you stumble as you rushed out of your house, ignoring the call of your name from your mom.

peter was basically your neighbour so it didn’t you too long to reach his place, two houses down the street you lived in.

you pressed the doorbell more than thrice before his uncle ben opened the door, looking at you in confusion, “hey, kid, peter’s-”

may peeked at you over her husband’s shoulder as she walked to the door as well, “did you know what happened to peter?” she asked, clear confusion written all over her face.

you shook your head quickly, “he called me...”

you picked at your nails, just wanting to run past the elderly couple so that you could find out what really happened to the sweet boy.

“you should go see him, he’s been acting...” ben and may shared a look before settling on a word.

“weird.” both of them uttered at the same time.

“i’ll look.” you nodded and quickly made your way upstairs to peter’s room, thanking the parkers on your way up.

you knocked at his door, which seemed weird, but you had to other option as you found the door locked from the inside.

after a few beats, he opened the door and you looked at him. his hair was sticking up, except for the few locks that were stuck to his forehead due to perspiration. he raised his hands up, “something is wrong.”

you looked at him with raised eyebrows. he moved back quickly, letting you in. you noticed the distance he kept from you, which caused a small ache to develop in your heart, but you quickly diverted your attention to the condition his room was in.

there were food containers, bowls, packets of flavoured yogurt sprawled all over his work desk. now peter was a pretty tidy guy– or so you’d made him– so this was new.

the chair he usually sat on had it’s left armrest broken. there were papers– his notes– all over the room, some on his bed, some on the floor.

“peter... what the fuc-”

“i know!” peter exclaimed, “baby, please tell me i’m not hallucinating or... or am i going crazy?!”

“peter what’s wrong?” your voice, dripping with concern, made him look up and just as you took a step towards him, he took one back. a look of hurt flashed across your face.

“no. no, no, no.” peter quickly, “let me explain.” you sighed and nodded, letting him continue, “yesterday, a spider bit me.”

“huh?”

peter continued, ignoring the worried look you gave him, “(y/n), i’m sticking to everything! and i’m... i’ve gotten super strong! i broke that chair.” he pointed, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he gulped, “i think there was something wrong with that spider.”

“peter i-” you weren’t sure if moving closer to him was a good idea because he’d just back away, “are you... high?”

“what?!” he stared at you with squinted eyes.

“i think you need... rest?” his expression now mirrored your. there was too much confusion in the moment.

“you don’t believe me.” peter sighed in defeat.

“hey, hey. it’s not that, baby...” he shook his head as you trailed off.

“i can prove it.” all you could do was stare at him as he walked towards his desk, placing one of his fingers over the theoretical physics book, the heaviest among all the other books of peter’s. he pulled it up and then the book was in the air, stuck to his finger as if there was an adhesive between the two surfaces.

“holy-!” you almost screamed, now taking a step away from him.

he tried shaking his fingers but the book just wiggled in air, “h-how are... how the fuck are you doing that?!”

it was getting hard to breathe properly as he forced the book away from his fingers, the cover getting damaged in the process. now you understood all the pages on the floor. your eyes trailed over them again and you noticed the torn parts of papers.

“you’re sticky...” you mumbled out and looked at peter. he nodded in agreement.

“i thought the spider bite was making me hallucinate but...”

you took a deep breath, still trying to wrap your head around all of it.

“i’m sorry i didn’t want you to come close because i didn’t want to hurt you.” he explained, frowned eyes, looking into yours.

you held eye contact with him as you slowly took a step towards him, then another, and another until you were standing right in front of him, “you won’t hurt me, peter.” you assured.

“i won’t but-”

“just shh.” you placed a gentle hand over his cheek. he was sweating profusely, you noticed now but you didn’t care as he leaned into your touch, “it’s just your hands, right?”

your voice pulled him out from his slight trance, “what?”

“my hand is not going to stick to your cheek... right?” you asked, afraid to test it out.

“i honestly don’t know...” peter said, nervous to know himself.

thankfully, you were able to easily pull away your hand, taking a sigh of relief.

“what about other parts of you?”

a blush covered his cheeks at your question, “i- uh.. i-i’m sorry what-”

“like your lips?”

“are you willing to kiss me and find-” before he could finish his sentence, your hand grabbed another piece of paper from his desk and smacked it over his lips.

as soon as you left the paper, it floated down to the floor and you gave him a grin, “i can still kiss you!” peter stood there, giving you a blank look which made you chuckle, “sorry.”

“does this mean we can’t hold hands anymore?” peter asked, feeling a little at ease now that you were here with him. it gave him a sense of calm in your presence. in this moment. his senses didn’t feel on override. he was just trying to focus on you and your cute thinking face.

“maybe you should relax a little.” you looked at him, eyes softly boring into his soft, brown ones.

“how?” you offered him a hand and after slight hesitation, he placed his palm against yours. you grabbed his hand, squeezing it gently.

“maybe don’t try to focus on the ‘i’m super sticky, i stick to everything i see’ part?” you suggested, making him laugh. you took a deep breath, prompting him to do the same and it seemed to work. peter released your hand and it just fell to your side, as it would normally have.

peter gave you a huge smile, wrapping his arms around your waist, “god, you don’t wanna know how much i hated staying away from you!”

you chuckled, giving him a quick kiss. pulling back too soon for peter’s liking. however, before he could protest or pull you back for another kiss, you patted his chest twice.

“okay, sticky guy, go take a shower now.”

[thirtysixsavefiles]

For @frequentlybees on bluesky for the title meme: "had a house (but you made it a home)" took an unexpected turn but I still like how this came out

~~~

Sanji doesn’t know what possessed him to buy this place. It’s far bigger than one person needs; there are rooms he’s never even done anything with, that still lie empty. Even the bed is too big, but at least the kitchen is the right size. If the rest of the house is empty, he at least feels comfortable here, setting the water going for coffee and pulling the eggs out. He belatedly wonders if his guest has allergies; should have asked, but the shower is shutting off and he’ll have the opportunity in a minute.

Sanji rolls his neck on his shoulders, feeling the ache of well-used muscles and the imprint of teeth. He smiles to himself. Maybe he should casually ask if Zoro wants to stick around after breakfast; the man might have a mouth on him but at least he knows how to use it where it counts.

Speaking of — Zoro settles onto a stool across the kitchen island and accepts the cup of coffee that Sanji passes him. He takes a sip and sighs, eyes going half-lidded; Sanji finds his gaze caught before the pan sizzling behind him catches his attention. He turns, reaching absently for his own coffee, then pauses with his fingers on the handle.

“I’m sorry,” he says, turning back. “I didn’t ask how you take it — I can remake the cup if you want, you don’t have to drink that.”

Zoro takes another sip. “Dark roast, more cream than sugar?” he asks, and Sanji nods.

Zoro smiles, something small and half-rueful. “It’s perfect.”

Sanji can feel his own smile broaden in response; he can’t seem to stop smiling this morning, but there isn’t any reason for him to stop, is there? He takes a sip of his own coffee — black, with notes of cherry and caramel — and reaches for a mixing bowl.

He’s about to pour the eggs into the pan when his phone vibrates with an incoming call, and a glance at the screen doesn’t reveal a number he recognizes. Mnemosyne Clinic? Probably a wrong number, or a spam call. He lets it go to voicemail and the eggs sizzle in the pan.

He’s in the middle of folding the omelet when his phone vibrates again. “Are you going to get that?” Zoro asks.

Sanji plates the omelet and hands it to Zoro. “Fine,” he says, picking up on the last ring. “This is Sanji.”

“Mr. Vinsmoke?” a crisp voice says on the other end.

This is already not going well. “Technically,” Sanji says, ready to hang up.

“This is Alison at the Mnemosyne Clinic, calling for your six-month check-in.”

Sanji frowns. “I think you have the wrong number,” he says.

“Collateral memory loss is not uncommon with the anamnesis procedure,” Alison says smoothly. “You didn’t remember me at two months, either.”

Sanji stills. “Anamnesis?”

Across the kitchen island, a fork clatters to the counter.

“Selective memory erasure,” Alison confirms. “I just have a few questions —”

“What did I erase?” Sanji demands, searching for gaps in his memory. His sister, his brothers, even his father — nothing there seems incomplete, awful as it is.

“It’s against our policy to reveal details of the procedure to the patient —” Alison starts.

“What,” Sanji says through gritted teeth. “Did I. Erase.” Across the island, Zoro has his head bowed, hands pressed flat against the counter. Sanji probably shouldn’t have a medical conversation in front of a near-stranger —

Alison sighs, and her voice loses some of the professional polish. “You weren’t this difficult at two months.”

“Tell me,” Sanji says flatly. “Or I’ll be at your clinic door in half an hour, and I won’t knock.”

Zoro lifts his head, and there’s something in his eyes that catches the breath in Sanji’s lungs.

“All right. I suppose this is as good a check-in as any.” Alison clears her throat. “Does the name Roronoa Zoro mean anything to you?”

[lunatyklines]

OVER THE GARDEN WALL (P.2) - a collection of lines from the beloved animated spooky season classic. a rp meme. *adjust pronouns and wording as needed

❝ You alright? You sound uncharacteristically wistful. ❞

❝ What? Sorry. Just thinking. ❞

❝ What’s with [Name] being naked? ❞

❝ Uh oh, it looks like we’re in trouble. ❞

❝ [Name], sometimes you got to face your problems. ❞

❝ I don’t think today’s a good day to get arrested by frogs. ❞

❝ Don’t push me! ❞

❝ Okay, everybody. Act natural. ❞

❝ Oh no, I’m too young to go to frog jail! ❞

❝ That’ll get us kicked off this boat for sure. ❞

❝ You don’t seem thrilled. ❞

❝ I knew you were special. ❞

❝ I call that mud over there! ❞

❝ Well [Name], sounds like you’re a real loser back home. ❞

❝ Do you think that I could be a hero too? ❞

❝ Can’t you see I’m sick and helpless? ❞ *imitates coughing* 

❝ Servant? I thought you just wanted some yard work done? ❞

❝ Close the door! I’ll catch my death of a cold! ❞

❝ You shouldn’t be here. ❞

❝ But I thought we were friends. ❞

❝ I shouldn’t have trusted anyone. ❞

❝ So, what’s the plan? ‘cause you’re not saying any details, so it’s hard for me— ❞

❝ I do have a plan. And if you don’t trust me, then you don’t have to follow me. ❞

❝ That tree just came at me out of nowhere. ❞

❝ Ha ha! You got him with the old kickeroo! ❞

❝ Now, to find someplace to wait out this rain… ❞

❝ Get that frog out of your pants. ❞

❝ We came here to burgle your turts! ❞

❝ Yeah, well, you still stink. ❞

❝ Douse that fire. I did not ask you to light it. ❞

❝ Are you alright? You’ve been coughing a lot. ❞

❝ You should go see a doctor. ❞

❝ Something weird is going on. ❞

❝ Paging Dr. Cucumber! You’re needed in the operating roooom! ❞

❝ Unlock this door. ❞

❝ I command you to … transform into a magical tiger! ❞

❝ I would never leave you. You are my family. ❞

❝ I just don’t know what I’m doing out here anymore. ❞

❝ I don’t know if we’ll ever get back home. ❞

❝ Let’s go captain! Lead the way! You can do it! ❞

❝ Yes. All hope will soon be lost. ❞

❝ There has to be another way. ❞

❝ Hey, captain, do you hear that singing? ❞

❝ Did you know that dinosaurs had big ears but everyone forgot ‘cause dinosaur ears don’t have bones? ❞

❝ [Name]? Can we please stop pretending we’re gonna get home? ❞

❝ You can do anything if you set your mind to it. That’s what the old people say. ❞

❝ You need to stop acting ridiculous all the time! ❞

❝ Do you even know why we got lost in the first place? It’s ‘cause you were goofing around and getting into trouble like you always do. ❞

❝ Really? It was all my fault? ❞

❝ Thanks for trusting me. Don’t worry. I won’t let you down. ❞

❝ And if you don’t, I don’t care. I’ll pull down your underwear. ❞

❝ Well, I’m supposed to be a leader, but I don’t know how. ❞

❝ But … anything is possible if you set your mind to it, right? ❞

❝ I should have been leading better. I was goofing off again, like always, and now you’re stuck here. ❞

❝ I’m sorry I got us lost. ❞

❝ The fight is over. ❞

❝ So, you want to go look for frogs with me like you said you would a while ago and haven’t done yet? ❞

❝ Is the dove never to meet the sea for want of the odious mountain? ❞

❝ Hey. So .. frog hunt? ❞

❝ No, I just want to wallow in misery. ❞

❝ You’re the total package too, [Name]. ❞

❝ My life is crumbling all around me! ❞

❝ Do you believe in … ghosts? ❞

❝ I’ll pretend to be a dead elephant and distract them! ❞

❝ Slow down, you’re gonna trip or something. ❞

❝ Don’t climb up there. That’s dangerous! Get down here before you hurt yourself! ❞

❝ Once again, you ruin my life. ❞

❝ We found our lucky frog! We got to name him for good luck. ❞

❝ Here, eat some dirt. ❞

❝ You’re in no shape to head into that snowstorm. ❞

❝ You’ll be no good to him dead. ❞

❝ I was never any good to him alive, either. ❞

❝ Uh, well, that sounds impossible. ❞

❝ And I thought you might give up. ❞

❝ Give up? I’ll never give up. ❞

❝ I can’t—not yet. Not until [Name] is safe. ❞

❝ Hold your tongue or I’ll remove it from your mouth. ❞

❝ Let’s get you free. ❞

❝ No, I was just eating leaves. ❞

❝ No, no. It’s my fault we ended up here. Everything’s been my fault. I-I should have been more— ❞

❝ I stole it, [Name]. I stole it. I’m a stealer. ❞

❝ What? No, that doesn’t matter. ❞

❝ I won’t let that happen! ❞

❝ Well, then, perhaps we better make a deal. ❞

❝ I’m trying to help you. ❞

❝ Are you ready to see true darkness? ❞

❝ I’ve got my own problems to take care of. This one’s yours. ❞

❝ Are you really ready to go back to that empty house? ❞

❝ [Name]? [Name]? You ok? Can you see me, [Name]? ❞

❝ The loveliest lies of all— ❞

❝ Hospital … ? [Name] … Where’s [Name]?! ❞

[oddballwriter]

Triplets?!

Summary: A dumb thought I had and decided to write. 

Warnings: There isn't anything that I can think of other than just a misunderstanding that leads to something funny 

Author’s Snip: This was just a silly little post that I had come to mind when I heard the one MBMbam clip where its a person talking about how they call their male friends their "boys" and a drive thru worker thinks that the person is a parent, also a little bit of Reba McEntire's I'm a Survivor "A single mom who works two jobs who loves her kids and never stops" meme. This whole thing is kind of just a writing shit post.

Notes: This isn't proof read 

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

It was an inside joke. With yourself.

As a joke you would call your Marc, Steven, and Jake your triplets even though they were your boyfriends. It was kind of like when a mom says "I have two children, three if you want to include my husband.". It wasn't meant to be mean. It was just a light hearted joke since they can sometimes be everywhere and your sense of domestically can be hectic.

Speaking of domestic things, you were currently grocery shopping but line was painfully long and slow for whatever reason. It wasn't all bad though. There was this nice lady named Cathy behind you, and you two had started having a full conversation after she made small talk about how long the line was. She was an older woman, maybe in her mid to late forties. You had offered to switch spots in line since she had more in her cart than you but she said she didn't mind and that you should be quicker either way. You could tell she was a mom just by the looks of her and how she was acting. She wasn't exactly mothering you but she was talking like how most moms talk to younger people compared to her.

Your conversations topic had just changed to something else when your phone rang. It was Steven.

"Oh, one of my triplets." you mumble under your voice before answering. The call wasn't much. He just called to ask if everything's alright since you've been out for longer than you said you would and some other things before you ended the call with an "I love you, bye.".

"Wow. Three of them? Huh?" Cathy smiled. You looked at her confused for a moment before realizing that she might have heard your mumble.

"That must be chaos." she said. "I have issues wrangling my kids and they're all different ages!" she adds with a laugh. You just nod along, but she still goes on with the new subject.

"How old are they?" Cathy asked, to which you respond with "Thirteen." since that seemed like a reasonable age for a 'kid' to have a phone. "Oh my gosh! Three of them and they're teenagers?" she pitied. "At such a young age like you too. Sweetheart, you deserve a metal." Cathy praised. "It's not that bad." you say as you try and go along with this accidental act you placed on yourself, "Only one of them is a troublemaker. The other two... well they stay inside at least." you joke, mostly for yourself.

Cathy had actually become very chatty and mostly took up the subject. She talked about how her eldest, Kimberly, was sixteen and that she was starting to talk to boys and stay out. Her second eldest, Noah, was starting to have an attitude with her. The middle, Jackie, was having issues in getting along in the classroom and during recess. And her toddler, Marie, was leaning manners and "That's going as good as you think it is." as Cathy put it.

You wanted to stop her so that you could leave but she was just so nice, and sounded like she needed to vent out some stress, so you let her go on while the casher checked out both you and her carts. Cathy did give you the note that her husband was also involved in the kids too but since she's a stay at home she was the frontline.

You felt a bit sad when you had to leave and head home. You didn't know if you'd meet Cathy ever again but you already missed her and said your goodbyes to her, with her of course saying "And best of luck with your triplets.".

When you got home Steven was there to help take in the bags but at a certain point when you locked eyes and laughed he asked what was up.

"There's a forty-something year old woman named Cathy somewhere in town and she thinks I'm a parent with teenage triplets." you confess.

[unformula1]

sadly this is how we end (LS2 x OP81)

oscar misses their meetup again and logan breaks down. w/c: 1425 day 38 of LOSCAR posts until we get a loscar podium!! (series masterlist) masterlist TW: swearing

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SHIT. Oscar quickly manoeuvred his way through the crowd. He can’t miss this again. He missed this for the previous two months, and rescheduled this one. He can’t believe he forgot it again. 

How would Logan feel? Oscar feels like giving himself a slap across the face. His stupidity is about to ruin everything

—

Oscar laughs till his core starts to hurt. He clutches it while leaning forward.

“Mate- it’s not that funny…” Logan says, a smile forming on his face seeing Oscar absolutely lose it over a slightly funny meme.

Oscar gasps for air as he struggles to form words, “No… you… you don’t…”

“Okay Osc, breathe…” Logan says while patting Oscar’s shoulder gently.

He can’t help but smile more seeing Oscar this happy. Honestly, when he first met Oscar, he never thought that he’d ever see Oscar smile, yet alone laugh.

Oscar finally breathes in and stops laughing for a while, his cheeks are red and his eyes have tears of joy in them. He laughed really hard.

“Was it that funny?” Logan says, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes. Absolutely.” Oscar smiles while responding, clearly holding back more laughter.

“Well… I’ll keep that in mind… yea?” Logan chuckles.

This is amazing. It’s just him, Oscar and their emotions. Logan feels loved.

This will never end.

—

This will never end.

Logan sits on the bench near the beach. He holds onto a sandwich, one which he bought from the convenience store across the street. He bites into it while watching into the sunset.

He shuts his eyes tightly to prevent the tears from spilling. A sting strikes his throat as he holds it in. He stuffs part of the sandwich into his mouth in a solid attempt to stop his tears.

Osc🐨

[Logan] I'm here

[Logan] 10 missed calls

He turns off his phone and continues eating his sandwich. He picks out a few vegetables which he doesn’t like and places them into the plastic container which came with the sandwich.

It starts to drizzle, Logan sighs, picking his things up and shifting to outside the convenience store, under shelter.

“Logan!” Oscar's voice rings through.

Logan turns his head to the side and sees Oscar running over.

Logan lowers his head and stuffs the final piece of sandwich into his mouth, chewing it silently as Oscar walks over.

There’s an ache in his heart which threatens to spill out as tears.

Oscar stands next to Logan, who’s sitting on the bench.

“Logan, I’m sorry. I was so caught up in everything, I had my phone silenced. I didn’t mean to miss it.” Oscar says, almost pleading.

Logan just subtly nods and dusts his hands, standing up to face Oscar.

“Really?” He questions.

“Yea- I mean, seriously, I wouldn’t miss our meetups, you know that.” 

Logan scoffs, “That’s starting to not be the case.”

Oscar hesitates.

“Sorry. I really…” Oscar sighs, “I- I know it seems really bad on me right now-”

“It does. It really does.” Logan musters out amidst his stinging throat and burning lungs.

Oscar stones, a look of surprise crosses his face, like he didn’t expect Logan to say that.

“If you don’t want to do this I’m fine with not doing this again.” Logan says, his voice sounding eerily calm.

“No- that’s totally not what I want. I really want to continue-” Oscar tries.

“Then why’d you miss it three times…” Logan’s voice cracks, “Three times you left me alone.”

Once is a mistake. Twice is a coincidence. Three times is a pattern.

Oscar freezes almost instantly, worry laced in his voice, “Logan- man, I’m seriously sorry for those times, I really had to skip them.”

“And what happened this time? Lando’s party? Another last minute meeting? Training session?” Logan knows he’s being pretty annoying right now but he can’t stop. A burning sensation fully takes over his lungs.

Logan takes a deep breath and tears brim in his eyes, which he wipes away immediately. 

Thunder roars in the background. A pretty suitable backdrop for this.

“I’ll make this right. I promise Logan, I will.”

“You missed your chance to do that.” Logan grits his teeth in a last ditch attempt to not cry, “Should’ve done that months ago.”

“Logan c’mon man, you can’t just say that.” Oscar tries again, “I mean- we’ve been friends for this long- can’t just be a few times right?”

He sounds so manipulative right now.

“It isn’t just those few times Oscar.” Logan says, his fists clenching up, “It’s been too long. Every single time I needed you, you weren’t there. Every single time I asked for you, you didn’t deliver. Every. Single. Fucking. Time.”

Oscar wants to say something but nothing comes out.

Oscar takes a step closer to Logan and Logan flinches, quickly backing away.

“Logan- I’m sorry. I’m sorry, please… you know-” Oscar stutters.

“I used to know you… then you changed… everything changed.” Logan scoffs, stuffing his hands into his pockets as more tears surfacing and one of them flows down, tracing his cheek to his cheekbones.

Oscar runs his hand through his hair, his voice pleading, “We’ve been friends for years Logan, you know I won’t just throw that all away.”

“Would you though?” Logan questions which silences Oscar again, “You threw it away in seconds… seconds… when you chose something else over me. Your career over me. Your reputation over me. Everything over me.”

Logan knows how dramatic he’s sounding but he can’t take it anymore. The words just spill out his mouth, his filter disappearing and the words all coming out like a rapid fire machine, unfiltered, pure rage.

“You placed me at the very bottom of your list Oscar.” Logan’s muscles tense up, turning his head away.

“No-” Oscar replies, “No. That’s so not how I see you-” 

Oscar clears his throat, “I- I mean you have always been my best friend, a priority. I’ve never seen you as anything less.”

Logan finds that harder to believe, increasingly harder as the months went on.

Logan feels all the rage in him build up, Oscar’s gaslighting him. Oscar’s trying to make Logan come back, like he’s been doing all those years, just fishing out Logan’s pity all those years.

It was a sick joke.

They used to be everything, they used to be each other’s worlds.

Then Oscar walked out. 

Liar. 

“Liar. You’re a liar.” Logan lashes out.

“Logan-”

“NO! No more of your bullshit. I’m done-” 

Then, Logan turns around and storms off into the thunderstorm, he’s drenched but Logan refuses to look back, he doesn’t want to be lured back into Oscar’s sick mind-fuck, he doesn’t want to be Oscar’s little pity puppet. 

He hears Oscar calling out for him. Logan! Logan please come back. He shuts his eyes tightly and wipes off his tears, which don’t really help since he’s wet already.

Logan quickly runs off before he changes his mind or Oscar does something.

He hates this.

He falls to his knees in the middle of an alleyway. The rain beating down mercilessly onto him.

Why can’t he ever have one good thing in his life? 

Nothing ever works out.

He walks into his hotel lobby, the judgmental stares of the people around him as he trudges across the marble floor, leaving a wet trail. He gets to his room as quickly as possible.

Even the one thing he put all his hard faith into.

Logan sobs violently, bawling his eyes, all his tears spilling out. 

He punches the floor and his fist turns red. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. FUCK.” Logan swears. He covers his face, his wet hair is in a disgustingly stale position and his entire body feels heavy. His legs don’t want to support his body so he stays on his knees for a while.

He feels it all crumbling down, like waves crashing against a sandcastle. That felt real, their relationship was built on sand, that would eventually fall to the elements. Was it?

Was he being too dramatic?

Logan shakes his head violently, the tears rolling down his cheeks endlessly. Anything else would be better right now, he’d even rather be in training right now. Not alone, in his hotel room, feeling trapped by the four walls.

He cries more.

He chokes on more tears.

He hates this. He hates everything. He hates Oscar. He hates himself.

He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to hate.

“fuck.” Logan whispers softly, dragging his body so he’s leaning against a wall, tucking his head in between his knees.

Wishing everything would be different.

[marcandreyuri]

sashew + “it’s not as bad as it looks” pls

dialogue prompt meme

set in the same universe as my other sashew werewolf au; takes place during their global series games in tampere, finland; ~1280 words

Matthew’s wolf comes stumbling into their hotel with blood dripping from his jaw and his curly belly fur stained red.

A few people scream, and run towards the exit as Matthew lumbers towards Sasha, eyes unfocused, paws dragging, body swaying. He’s never seen the wolf look like this, lips pulled back in a snarl, blood on his claws.

The guys have been shooting the shit in the hotel lobby, playing pool and grabbing drinks from the bar and trying to use Sasha and the other Finns as translators to bring girls up to their rooms. No one’s mentioned the moonlight coming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the missing member of their team.

Mostly Sasha has been stewing all night, sitting in the corner and throwing darts at the board when it’s his turn, his mind somewhere in the forest outside of town, where Matthew and Tampere’s other wolves have all shifted. He’s never been this far from him during his turning, or at least it feels that way—Chucky alone, hunting in unfamiliar territory, other wolves knowing the area far better than him, Matthew acting on pure instinct.

“Chucky?” He says cautiously as the wolf trudges forward, leaving a trail of dripping blood behind him. 

None of the other guys on the team have seen Matthew’s wolf, at least as far as Sasha knows, and some of them have already backed away, holding their pool sticks tight in their hands, their knuckles white. Somewhere in the distance he can hear hotel security shuffling people out of the lobby, someone calling emergency services from the front desk.

Sam and Evan stay close to Sasha, Evan saying lowly, as if the wolf couldn’t hear, doesn’t have sharper senses than all of them, “Careful, Barky.”

“No, it’s okay,” Sasha says and holds out his hand to Matthew as he gets closer, letting him smell his fingertips before Matthew pushes his wet nose into Sasha’s palm, making it slippery with red blood.

“Is he okay?” Sam asks from beside Sasha.

“No, I don’t think so,” Sasha answers and sinks down to his knees, so Matthew is towering overhead.

“Chucky, I’m gonna—” he says before he reaches out his blood-soaked hand and touches the red spot on Matthew’s belly.

Matthew yelps and jumps back, teeth grazing over Sasha’s hand, not biting, just reminding Sasha who’s in control here, who’s powerful and strong, reminding him who the predator is.

“Okay,” Sasha says. “Okay, Chucky. I understand.” 

He can see the hotel security slowly circling behind the wolf, closing ranks, about to make a move, so Sasha stands up and says to the, “I’ll get him out of here.”

Matthew thankfully seems to understand what Sasha wants and stays by his side as Sasha leaves the hotel and goes to his rental car in the parking garage. Chucky’s unsteady on his feet, clumsy, leaning his heavy body against Sasha as they walk. 

He opens the back door for the wolf and stands aside as Chucky hauls himself inside the car, barely fitting in the backseat, curling around himself.

“We’ll go to my house,” Sasha says before he closes the door. “Don’t worry. It’s not as bad as it looks.” He really hopes that’s true.

Sasha drives slowly, seeing the emergency vehicles going in the other direction towards the hotel and feeling like a fugitive, like he’s done something wrong. It’s technically illegal for werewolves to be outside the bounds of the parks and forests during a full moon, but Sasha thinks no one will really care so long as Matthew isn’t in the middle of town anymore. 

Most Finnish werewolves are tracked, chipped under their skin if they consent to it or fitted with a tag if they don’t, but with Chucky’s visa and foreign citizenship status he got to forego the government tracking. Sasha idly wonders if Matthew just caused some kind of international incident and decides not to worry about it right now.

They go on the side streets to avoid the brightly lit highways in case someone happens to look in the rental car—utterly ruined, Sasha’s going to be out a fortune in cleaning costs—and head to Sasha’s summer home, which mostly lays abandoned during the year except for a monthly cleaning crew.

He pulls into his garage and Matthew practically falls out of the car when he tries to get out, landing hard on the concrete below, yowling as he smacks the ground.

“Chucky,” Sasha says, but when he reaches his hands up to help Matthew to his feet, the wolf turns and snaps at him, a clear sign to back off.

He unlocks his door and Matthew follows behind him.His bleeding has slowed since the hotel, but still he leaves little traces of himself throughout the house—a bloody trail of paw prints from the backdoor, a small, red puddle on the bathroom tile when Sasha tries to coax him into the bath so he can wash off the blood.

He has no idea what to do, how to help, not when Matthew is snarling and biting at his hand whenever he tries to take care of him. Finally, after hours of negotiating to no end, he gives up and waits for sunrise, when Matthew will have the mind of a man again.

He’s never actually seen the change himself—Matthew comes to him after moonrise when they’re home and they’re usually sleeping when he changes back, but he sees it now. Matthew’s bones shift and his fur pulls back and his snout flattens, the air fills with loud cracking sounds. 

It’s grotesque, something from a movie, but strangely beautiful too, seeing it with his own eyes, this little bit of magic, something that has fascinated mankind since their days of living in caves.

“Ugh,” Chucky says, sounding breathless from his spot on the floor. “I feel like shit.”

“You look like shit,” Sasha says.

Matthew laughs and flips him the bird before he finally opens his eyes and looks down. The slashes on his stomach don’t seem so deep and terrible when he’s a man again, when Sasha can actually see his skin. Maybe he won’t even need stitches. There’s old wives tales about the shift being healing, but Sasha’s always disregarded them. He should have learned by now that he knew nothing about wolves, nothing about the people who change into them.

“Fuck,” Chucky says as he examines his own naked body, the dried blood all over. “I think I got in a fight.”

Sasha snorts and stands up to grab a washcloth, running the water until it’s warm and he can wet it. They’re still in his bathroom, the white tile red, the smell of blood hanging heavy in the air. “That sounds like you,” he says.

Matthew laughs again as Sasha crouches down next to him. He watches with wide eyes as Sasha runs the washcloth over his bare skin, getting up a few times to wring it out and re-wet it.

“Thanks,” Chucky whispers when Sasha’s cleaned him entirely, the claw marks on his stomach open still, but shallow.

“You found me,” Sasha whispers back. He’s been thinking of it all night, Chucky wandering Tampere, putting himself in danger of the humans all around, just so he could find Sasha. Maybe it would be easy to brush it off, say Matthew was looking for his team, his pack, but Sasha knows. He knows. Matthew was looking for him.

“Yeah,” Matthew says. “I think my wolf is always kind of looking for you.”

Sasha looks up at Matthew, sitting with his back against the bathtub, and can’t stop himself from pressing his lips to Chucky’s, feeling his human tongue slide along Sasha’a lips, feeling the power of the wolf underneath. 

[nonasemporium]

character meme 2 electric boogaloo: awake remembrance of these valiant dead!!!

send me a character [Commander Awake Remembrance of These Valiant Dead Kia Hua Ko Te Pai Snap Back to Reality Oops There Goes Gravity] and i’ll list:

favorite thing about them: I love her rage, I love her justice, I love her determination, I love that she forces John to say her full name, that she rejects everyone's attempts to twist her. I love her passion, her meanass laugh, her fucking commitment. If something's gonna get done, she's gonna do it.

least favorite thing about them: I get why she was doing what she was doing, but smashing a baby into the wall is very battle of Troy of her lmao. Same with teaching Pash to be a child soldier. I get it though, she's living in a horror where the alternative is worse.

favorite line: When she demands John say her name, when she says G1deon deserves that at least, the line about her nose, the line about her meanass laugh, the fact she called Gideon "Bomb", crying about all of it.

brOTP: Love her proud auntie vibes at Pash, but actual brOTP is probably with We Suffer, lmao. Idk it just seems like the kind of history that fits both of them.

OTP: G1deon/Wake/Pyrrha <33333 Literally OT3 of TLT for me, I love it so much. Pyrrha being bold enough to kiss her but apologizing, Wake not letting that go, not taking the bait to just kill her, nah, she's going to let her live with that, they're going to be something so explosive.... Then her realizing the ways G1deon and Pyrrha are separate, loving them both, perhaps even learning to love G1deon through conversations with Pyrrha over him as well, the way it must ache for Pyrrha so so deeply, punishment and relief. The way Wake talked about them till the end. The trust but also the knowledge that it only goes so far. The way she knew what G1deon was and she knew what Pyrrha was and ugh.

nOTP: Keep John the fuck away from her unless she's killing him, thanks. Love she got the last laugh, may she get more.

random headcanon: That she has a toothgap, that she has freckles, that she has two laughs--one where her teeth are bared like a threat and one where instead her cheeks fold up her eyes cutely. I also think that despite everything, she did have a fondness for Gideon in her own way, for "Bomb." There's something in naming a thing, there's something in the fact Gideon was initially a sacrifice for her but also meant to be a sacrifice for everyone. That she carried her under her heart for all those months ready to sacrifice her for the literal world, putting her body on the line but also like. She's actually a very loving person. Her rage is the rage of someone who despises injustice, her rage is the rage of someone who has plenty to lose, her rage is the rage of someone who has a people that need her. And this horrible little thing she grew in her despite not having the plans for it--she had to think about what made it worth it and you know what made it worth it? That this baby was meant to end the suffering of THEIR people, that this baby would be the key to kill the father, that this baby was where all their hope was placed, that this baby had to carry all the "sins" of both sides of this war, do you think she ever had a moment wondering if the baby, if this little Bomb, this little flesh of her flesh and blood of his blood, would forgive any of them for it? I think also of her trapped body and trapped soul, of her in that sword, how that sword in Harrow's hands was furious, was rejecting, but how in Gideon's was a weird comfort. How Gideon went to her bones, forced to labor under these people she fucking despised, do you think she heard Gideon? Do you think she heard Gideon speak to her bones, do you think she felt Gideon's prayers for a mother, do you think that fury she had was also the fury that this weird thing that she had never intended to have was being twisted to serve the empire she was going to be sacrificed to destroy? He deserved that at least, she said about G1deon. He deserved that at least, so what does Gideon deserve? The language was dehumanizing but not without fondness. Wake just seems so much the type of person, the kind of resolute and almost-humorous who might accidentally get a spot, soft and tender deep in--she said she carried Gideon under her heart. Under her heart. She didn't say in her gut, she said under her heart. And under her heart, I really think there's a tiny part of her still there for Gideon, for Bomb, for the thing that maybe in another life could've just been her and G1deon's weird little explosive tyke. In another life, that could've been the shitty love child of her goofy ass situationship and that little thing could've held Pash's machete and learned to build bombs to take down the Houses, or in another life outside of that, in a life without Jod at all, maybe that thing could've just been a gap-toothed kid with a meanass laugh and no need to carry the fate of humanity. I think of how Wake is Mary. How Gideon is the Jesus she has to give up for humanity, that she was fully prepared to give up, but I also think of how Wake gave herself up as well. Pregnancy is incredibly difficult, and in the end she was killed--not necessarily by her actual pregnancy, but. I just have a lot of emotions. When she was preparing herself to sacrifice Gideon, to sacrifice "Bomb," do you think a fondness grew specifically to how this baby was meant to save them? Do you think she thought "at least if this kid is going to have my dna, it's going to use that to take this fucker down finally," do you think coming so close made that little bit of potential pride slip in? And then she's her sword and her bones are on those fields and not only is her body made slave, her soul made bound, but all that fucking hope is chained down alongside her, stripped from any knowledge, any fucking purpose, molded instead for the very thing she carried it to destroy. Emotions.

unpopular opinion: Apparently that I see her as Black, lmao, it was from the description of her hair and nose, which doesn't have to mean Black, but it's how I see her.

song i associate with them: Okay well obviously fucking 'Lose Yourself' by Eminem, boo, tomato tomato, but another one that maybe isn't as often tied to her is 'Wygd' by Empara Mi. For funsies, I also do literally always associate her with 'Are You That Somebody' by Aaliyah. Darlin, I know you wanna light me up~

favorite picture of them: I'll post my sketch here because I do like showing part of how I see her, even if I may never clean up or do more with the sketch, but also I love this and this (sobbing about baby Bomb).

[aceditwrites]

Could you do another Ben pincus x reader? Like what if everyone kind of joke around how the reader likes Ben but Ben is kind of oblivious and thinks it’s an actual joke but then reader like actually comes out and says “this is why I love you Benjamin” when he does something nerdy or blows something up and he’s like “wait what?”. Maybe they like hug or something maybe even a small smooch on the cheek?

HIIII!!! So sorry for the wait, school randomly decided i’m supposed to be academic weapon and loaded me with work. but anyways i hope this is what you were looking for 🫶🏽😻

You and Ben had gotten along since the start. He was a little nervous, you were more patient than he was used to. You got used to all his fears, memorized his small preferences, and even wore extra hand sanitizer just to make him a little happier. 

Trekking through the wild that Jurassic World had become, you kept Ben close. You even helped beckon Bumpy along the way. That took more time than you liked but it was for Ben so you made an exception. Okay fine. You made a lot of exceptions. You just cared about him. And everyone knew it. Everyone but him that is.

At first, you worried that you were being too obvious. Then you realized that Ben is even more oblivious than you thought. No matter how many times he caught you staring at him, no matter how many times you held his hand while walking, no matter what you did he seemed to assume it was all platonic. 

Maybe it was supposed to be a passive rejection?

All of this up until he fell from the monorail. You were devastated, naturally. Everyone could tell, you just seemed so deflated while he was gone. 

Though if anyone had doubt that you liked him, they were squashed when you all found him again. The other campers had never seen anyone light up the way you had when you saw him again for the first time.

You, on the other hand, felt like you had fallen in love all over again. 

For weeks, you kept an eye on him. You had no clue what you’d do if something happened to him again. 

So now, to keep an eye on him you opt to join him and getting some water from the watering hole.

“Of course, you want to go.” Brooklynn gently shoves your shoulder.

“He shouldn’t go alone.” You said, you knew damn well you had ulterior motives but you didn’t have to admit it.

“Or!! You just love him!” Sammy insisted.

“I love them too, they’re a great companion. Almost as good at Bumpy.” Ben answers for you as he wanders off.

You were going to go insane. How can he say stuff like that so casually?

“I’ll never understand how that boy can be so oblivious.” Sammy shakes her head as Ben exits their little makeshift camp.

You sighed, “Yeah, me neither.” 

You followed him and called him clever as he showed you all the places he had stashed gasoline after stocking up for the boat. As you walk toward the watering hole, you realize just how much extra gas he had hidden. He really is clever. (insert clever girl meme)

The new Ben– well is it fair to call him new? Not really. This has always been inside him somewhere, he just needed an extra push out of his cocoon. Now look at him! A beautiful- disturbed, but beautiful butterfly!

Either way, this Ben is so different. He’s loud and bold. Fearless. Probably braver than you. 

Which you admire. You’re glad to see him get over his fears. He seems much happier now and when he’s happy you’re happy. How could you not be?

You smiled as he talked about the ways he can tell where he hid things. You smiled just because he was next to you. You were so so so far gone, weren’t you? You’re so enraptured with him. So captivated that you almost didn’t hear the flapping of wings. 

You both freeze. Of course, freezing may not be the best option, but you were scared. You’re kids and in a moment where reaction was left up to fight, flight, or freeze. Given the trauma you both have from these very dinosaurs… as you freeze you think, Pterosaurs are the worst. Ben shakes it off first and drags you off to the side and into some bushes. 

Your eyes were trained on the sky.

“They didn’t even look at us.” You point out.

“Good.” Ben replies, with a shake of his head.

“But why?” You squint at the sky, then observe your surroundings. “You don’t think they’re running from something worse, do you?”

Ben listens to the sounds of nature around you, “I don’t hear anything.”

“There are hybrids on this island, is not hearing anything good enough?” You question, you’d never doubted him before, so why now?

“Which one of us survived out there alone?” Ben looked at you.

“You.” You sighed,

“Which one of us survived being dropped by a pteranodon?” Ben asked another question.

“Also you.” You replied, trying not to laugh. You knew he was enjoying the bragging.

“And which one of us defeated–” Ben begins with a grin.

“Defeated Toro. Also you! You won’t stop telling me.” Despite your worry, you smile back.

“Exactly! So, trust me. I trust you, so return the favor, will you?” He offers a hand to help you out of the bushes.

You let him pull you up, “I trust you.”

“Great! Let’s go!” Ben glances at the sky then back in front of him and continues the walk to the watering hole. 

You trust him because you love him. Or maybe the other way around. You weren’t sure as you followed him. You watched him as he walked, so confident. 

“This is why I love you, Benjamin.” You said to him, quieter than you intended but you were sure he heard you because he stopped walking. Just for a split second before continuing. 

“I love you too.” He said as he walked ahead of you. You waited for it to click. About two feet ahead of you, he stopped again. “You love me? Like…”

“I’ve only said it a million times.” You remind him, closing the distance to stand next to him.

“I didn’t know– I thought you meant–” He stumbled over his words as his cheeks turned red. Then he stopped talking.

“I love you. Romantically.” You repeat for him.

“I love you too. Romantically.” He smiled back, taking your hands.

You smiled and kissed him on the cheek, relishing the way his face only turned a darker shade of red. You hoped you’d survive this island, just so you could see that happen a million times over. 

[sunnysideaeggs]

hi babes this is my ep 3 review. this is a lil monday tradition i love to yap

lmao rhaenys subtly gagging rhaenyra and calling her out. i’m liking her more and more compared to the first season, she seems more rounded and actually a figure of peace instead of coping

now rhaenyra is coping lol. ‘a little boy murdered in his bed’ ‘but my throonee :((((‘

rhaenyra parentifying rhaena and making her go to her mother’s place of death to safeguard her sons 🙄 not even recognizing the burden she is putting in her. a white woman giving her children to raise to a black girl smh

i like a lot what they’re making with rhaena, giving her actual thoughts that often contradict her ‘side’. go get your hightower husband girl

why no one remembered that larys, yk, the greens’ master of whispers, is lord of harrenhal? like of course it is a green location? where is he? isn’t he a memeber of the council? why does he never attends council meetings?

lmao not daemon wishing to be called king when the proper title is king consort. let me just get a meme:

i just realized that alicent now dresses less ‘richly’ maybe to indicate frugality during war to the people. ‘look, we’re not having feasts while you starve’ kind of vibe. the green queen beloved of the smallfolk

and she is also less structured because she doesn’t need to cover herself for viserys. i enjoy her having the freedom to dress as she likes

as a sansa lover, i must say i love rhaena. go gentle princess with a good who feels everything too much and wears courtesy as a weapon. i love u

if they’re diminishing helaena’s grief and they’re not going to give me helaena taking revenge in dreamfyre istg 🤨🤨🤨

I KNEW THE ARMOR WAS VALYRIAN STEEEEELL 🔥🔥🔥 that’s why it doesn’t fit him it literally isn’t made for him. i hope it’s fireproof

egg promoting his lads 😭 medieval networking

lol larys is the kind of guy that suddenly comes to you with the weirdest true crime facts that leave you feeling icky. i love him

aegon did the alicent disappointed face to his kingsguard. neat party trick

not making baelon cheat on alyssa 🙄 our one successful sibling marriage and they take it from us

tbh if i was dyana you wouldn’t catch a glimpse of me after the meeting with alicent. fuck king’s landing, that stinky city. i would have alicent get me a little house in oldtown. a job as a cook. no chance of any dirty man getting his hands on me. why keep victimizing a character for no reason condal?

any dragonseed should zip it for good, unless you get something for your heritage. my mom was a lyseni whore, that’s what i would say. nobody asks you questions when you say your mom was a lyseni whore

aegon 🙄 i thought we were getting past this. i hope he apologizes, i’m tired of this aemond slander.

i dislike the full frontal scene with aemond. literally gratuitous, no one asked for it. and we know there’s awful people saying shit about ewan’s body, they now get another chance of making fun of his most intimate parts and aemond’s intimate moments. why.

finally some class conscience exploration with criston? are my prayers being answered?

lmao not rhaenyra getting another girl daemon. i dislike baela’s hot head since ever but if it gives me comedic relief i’ll take it

rhaenyra is his father’s daughter. not a compliment

i love how daemon barricades his door just to… open it when he thinks someone wants to get in. and gets out. big forehead not big brain.

MILLY APPEARS YAYYYY 🥰🥰🥰 jaehaerys noooooo 😭😭😭

i could see jae’s actor kinda winking, his little lashes twitching. he’s a baby and he’s doing his best omg 😭💕 it could be the candles tho

yes daemon cry i hate you

imagine you’re a kid and they tell you your job is to be still and have a pretty lady hum at you and touch your cheek. so comforting tbh

ALYS APPARITION YAYYYY 🥰🥰🔥 she’s as stunning and disturbing as i imagined her. devoured. ate him alive. as she should.

lmao of course alicent would think war is to be averted after seeing her grandson without a head 🙄 and if she does she’s dead to me istg

yes rhaenyra threaten a queen 🙄 of course she will react well and think of making peace with you. at gunpoint. classical targaryen.

also she literally smuggled a weapon into a church. threatened to spill blood in a holy place. then ask why people don’t believe you have any morals or respect for anything.

alicent asking her if she’s surrending it’s so funny loool

once again, alicent talks about a child’s murder. rhaenyra brings up the throne. i’m done with her tantrums.

did you betray him at your very last, alicent? don’t you know you owe loyalty to your rapist and jailer, alicent? don’t you know you’re not allowed to want, alicent?

that’s how rhaenyra sounds.

i love how rhaenyra doesn’t spare a thought to surrender yet wants to pretend bloodshed concerns her. lmao.

alicent, i’m back. go green queen.

[mazzystar24]

idk who else to go to with this but i have so many people sending me hate because i don’t like bucktommy when i literally never even post about them????? they keep calling me toxic and a hater and i’m not i just have shipped buddie for years and i don’t vibe with tommy…. it makes me sad because this fandom used to bond over buddie so much but now i just see angry tommy fans (and admittedly some buddie fans but nowhere near as many) spreading so much hatred and rudeness while turning around and calling buddie fans toxic when we just want to ship our 6 year long standing ship… and like i said i genuinely never post about bucktommy, and if i do say something about them that can be perceived as negative then i always tag it “anti-bucktommy” and i NEVER tag it bucktommy so that they don’t have to even see it! It hurts to open up the app not knowing if i’m going to have another person calling me homophobic or a fetishizer (i’m literally queer) or calling me a toxic bitch when i literally don’t do anything but post happy buddie content 9/10 posts! and like i said i know i’ve seen some buddie accounts go to extremes and i’m not defending that, but i’ve seen people who will call out even the slightest apprehension to bucktommy as if they stepped on someone’s grave, while simultaneously bullying and harassing buddie shippers for minding their own business… like i can’t even go into the buddie tag and it’s people attacking us left and right while the bucktommy tag is nothing but everyone gushing over them… i hate that we can’t enjoy a 6 year old ship anymore because half the fandom decided to jump to this other one that has barely gotten any screentime between two characters that don’t really have chemistry with each other and they want to berate us for it and call us names. I’m not a fetishizer and I’m not toxic, I’m just a late 20s queer girl who wants to talk about buddie without a barrage of hate and insults thrown at me but I can’t do that anymore… 9-1-1/buddie used to be my safe place but now i can’t even come on tumblr because i’m worried a stan will be lurking in my asks/replies waiting to tell me how awful i am.

i’m sorry to dump all of that on you but i just opened a really nasty ask and it hurt a lot to read what they said about me and you were the first person on my dash

Hey anon!

Okay so I can already guess I’ll be late posting this cos i think I’ll be replying to this in increments throughout my day today, and also I can tell this is really bothering you so I don’t wanna just give like a short rushed answer - oh wow I actually wrote this in one sitting cos I can’t shut up once I start

Yes the fandom has been a downright mess lately and it’s like I always say, people if you wanna engage in discourse that’s your prerogative and no one is faulting you for that but it’s the utter lack of fandom etiquette these toxic fans have that’s the real issue and I also feel like as you said a huge issue is this kind of imaginary high horse they seem to have

Like I totally agree that there is like this section of toxic bucktommy fans who try to warp not liking bucktommy into being biphobic- which look if people are actually being biphobic by all means call them out but when you’re going to actual queer people who posted 166283894 posts celebrating bi buck, only to attack them for not liking the ship?? Then that’s just plain stupid I’m sorry, like being happy to have the queer rep and not liking bucktommy isn’t mutually exclusive and it’s ridiculous people are trying to make it out to be

Like I’ve personally been sent an ask like that where they implied that I was biphobic for not being a big fan of bucktommy and that “I don’t know how exhausting it is for bi people” - which I gotta say made me go what about my blog would ever make someone think ah yes straight 🤩

And thing is at the time they sent that my most note filled post was my celebration reaction meme extravaganza to getting bi buck which I feel added some fun irony to the whole thing

And calling people shipping two MEN (buddie) homophobic takes a special kind of cognitive dissonance that I gotta say I’d almost be impressed with the leaps in logic if it wasn’t so annoying

Now I personally don’t know what state the bucktommy tag is in cos I mostly stick to the 911 abc and the buddie tag but I know how the buddie tag has been and I agree the misuse of tags to make a negative space is absolutely ridiculous and again that all goes back to the etiquette part

And the fetishising thing is also just another thing that absolutely grates my nerves, because these toxic fans really need a dictionary thrown at their heads because buddie is like the polar opposite of that.

First of all a large section of buddie shippers im aware have asexual Eddie headcanons and that aside let’s say we want gay Eddie and buddie and all those things, let’s even say we want them to fuck nasty *gasp🫢* and sloppy and write 156273 smut fics where they plain fuck like rabbits (*nun faints in the background* also probably some pearl clutching occurred upon reading this),

THAT’S NOT THE POINT HERE- the point is the main appeal of buddie as a ship isn’t that ooo look two hot guys kissing; it’s the history it’s the friendship, it’s the vulnerability, it’s the will scene, the shooting, the trust, the parallels, the understanding of each other, it’s the domesticity and it’s all these moments that have nothing to do with sex or objectifying their dynamic or mlm relationships but rather shipping them because they are two people with this amazing connection and these experiences

and THAT? That’s the furthest thing from fetishisation

Now I could be controversial and talk about how SOME and some is the operative word of this sentence- SOME toxic bucktommy fans have been blatant in not really caring about the story or the characters or buck and Tommy as individuals or the team dynamic or anything other than seeing these two men kiss, these being a lot of the same fans who refuse to watch the show other than the bucktommy and Tommy scenes and then will act like they somehow understand the show more than fans who’ve been here years or seen the whole show BUT I digress because I know that saying this is me basically asking for spam hate (so shhhh let’s pretend I didn’t say that 🤫)

who said that? 👀not me👀damn that’s crazy a ghost just ran across my keyboard 🙄

Anyways back to you specifically, because I really do think it bares mentioning, if you’ve been respectful to others then that’s all you can do and thank you on the behalf of everyone cos it really makes a difference, and I wanna say sorry on the behalf of every asshole who’s deciding to attack you for ridiculous reasons, the best advice I can give you is to genuinely not let it get to you I know it’s easier said than done but you know who you are and you know your intentions and some dumbass sitting behind a screen who can’t even properly comprehend what biphobia or fetishisation actually is (or worse DOES know what it is but is just using it as a way to put others down over a tv show to have an imaginary high ground) isn’t worth your time or your distress and they cannot change who you are

This part might be over explaining the obvious but in case you don’t know/ are new to tumblr or whatever: If you wanna continue to have fandom spaces as a safe place filtering should get rid of a lot of the posts and so should blocking but ofc you’ll see a few so just skip past and enjoy the content you like, if you wanna make posts and are scared of asks from toxic shippers maybe you can turn off your asks temporarily until you feel like you’re in a better place mentally to deal with it

Oooo or an idea that might work is you can ask your followers and mutuals (who are the ones most likely to be sending the nice asks) to use an emoji at the start of their asks to indicate to you that this is an ask you’ll like then you can delete any ask without that emoji without even having to look at the hate if it’s causing you that anxiety - if that makes sense?

I hope my reply somehow made you feel better and I really hope that you can have your fandom space and enjoyment back 🫶🫶🫶🫶

[hpb14]

Ask Meme Reply

From @lailalevander --- 💔Do you have any embarrassing heart-related moments?

I do actually! Somewhat related to the recent post I made. There were some times where I came out to my friends with my fascination with heartbeats. Some of those times, they had found my stethoscopes before I ever decided to bring it up in the first place. At the time I was kinda being a bit of an open book so I would just plainly say that I enjoyed listening to them and that it was comforting to me. Thankfully they never asked any further questions after I gave them that explanation.

One of my super close friends, also mentioned in another post, found my stash of medical goodies while we were hanging out. This included my ultrasound machine, steths, everything. He knew that I just liked heartbeats before hand but he had absolutely no clue how deep that rabbit hole went. He was playfully curious and I got to have a bit of a show and tell with all the things I had there. Along with some mutual demonstrations. We kept it PG but he said it was honestly really cool and amazing that I had all that stuff. I could tell he had a lot of fun and after that he let me listen to his more often.

Lastly, was this one time when I was still in school where another student randomly brought a stethoscope with them. No one else seemed to really care that he had it but I sure did the moment I spotted him with it around his neck. I tried my best to push this random event to the back of my mind and ignore it though the rest of class but that day he chose to sit beside me on my left. I remember during a break in class I heard him call my name and I just turned to him to ask what was up. Only to have the diaphragm of the steth pressed into the center of my chest the moment I finished turning to meet him. I was so flustered and confused that it left me utterly stunned. I must have been completely red in the face and his eyes were wide. "Wow! Your heart is SO. LOUD! " is all he said as he listened and thankfully for not much longer. Once he stopped listening he just turned back to his friends and no one ever spoke of it again lol.

But yeah those are some of the more notable moments I can think of from my past. Post this ask was from linked below.

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Saudade - Chapter 18

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Mikey x OC, Hanma x OC, Ran x OC, Mikey x OC x Draken Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Warnings: swearing, violence, threats of violence, murder, smoking, sex, consensual sex between teenagers, alcohol, recreational drug use, mention of trafficking, torture, family neglect, mentions of sexual violence. isekai OC. memory loss. unbeta’d **warnings are not exhaustive** Summary: No one seems to realize she doesn’t belong until she finally runs into her “new” brother, Hanagaki Takemichi. Now, hearing his story, Takara makes the choice to help him and hopefully find her way home, but faking it til you make it only lasts so long when you start losing the memories of the life you had before. As Takemichi becomes the only family she’s ever known, how far will she go to protect him?

notes: One of my favourite bits is in this chapter. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. I also really want to make more memes for this fic. It's so funny at times. I adore writing Takara. Thanks for reading! Please let me know what you think.

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It takes longer than she’d like to get there. Between the snow, dodging cars, nearly wiping out a few times, and having to actually run instead of skate, she gets there too late for her comfort. All she can think of is the fact that Takemichi might be dead and she’ll be left alone, faced with people who have no idea who she actually is. She can’t let that happen. She has to protect her brother. She has–

She skids to a stop. The lot of the church is filled with bodies. Ones wearing the uniform of the Black Dragons. She skates around them slowly, getting a sense of deja vu from the last time she was in a parking lot after a big fight. 

“Oi! Takara!” 

She looks up and sees Draken sitting on the steps of the church. She races forward, walking as best she can where the snow has started to gather. If it keeps falling like it is, she’s going to have a hell of a time getting home. “What the fuck happened?”

“Mikey went inside to see what was going on. I dealt with the mess out here. What’re you doing here?”

“I came to find Takemichi. Save his ass from getting himself killed.” She moves up the steps quickly, seeing Draken’s surprise at the ease in which she moves. She pauses on the step below the one he’s sitting on, careful to balance herself in place. Draken looks like he’s ready to grab her the moment she slips. Not that she will. “What are you doing here?”

“Mikey heard Mitsuya’s bike. Made us come check it out. This what you called about?” 

“Yeah. You didn’t answer.”

“Just saw the missed calls now.” 

She glances up at the doors of the church. “They still in there?”

“Yeah, shouldn’t be long now. Just wait. Mikey’ll look after them.”

“That doesn’t work if he’s too late.”

“Mikey’s never been too late,” Draken says. “Did you skate here? Aren’t you freezing?” 

The door opens before she can respond to that. She looks up to see the giant she cracked her bat over stumble out, calling on his men to fight. She glances back, just to make sure she didn’t hallucinate them all being knocked out. Draken says something and she turns to see Taiju fallen to his knees and one of the others follow him out. 

Draken gets up and heads inside and Takara follows. The sight of her brother has her moving before she even thinks. He’s battered and bruised, looking like he’s been put through hell. She doesn’t even respond to the way his eyes widen at the sight of her. Takara turns automatically and heads back out, ignoring whatever they’re saying as she moves to Taiju who’s still kneeling in shock. She lifts her foot and slams it into his face, rollerblade and all. 

“Hey!” someone yells. 

“What the fuck did I say?!” She snarls, kicking him again. “What did I say?!” She catches him under his jaw, sending him flying back. “I’ll fucking kill you!” 

She’s grabbed before she can skate forward, an arm around her waist pulling her back. “Let go!” She slams an elbow back to make them release her. 

“Takara!” Multiple voices call out to her, but her focus is simply on Taiju who’s barely moved from her last kick. 

“I’m going to stomp his fucking face in!” She snarls, still trying to get out of whoever’s holding her. They’ve lifted her up slightly, ensuring she can’t reach the ground to gain traction.

“Takara! Stop! Please!” Her tunnel vision is broken as Yuzuha steps in front of her. “Please! He’s my brother.” 

“He’s an fucking piece of shit!” Takara snaps, but she slows in her attempts to be freed to stomp on him. “Look what he did to my brother!”

“I know!” Yuzuha snaps back. “I know.”

There’s something about the way she says it, the look in her eye that makes Takara stop. She inhales sharply. “Fine. But only because you asked.” She doesn’t really want to lose one of her only female friends. Even if he does deserve it. 

She’s slowly put down and the arms around her retract once she takes another deep breath. Takara turns, glaring at Draken who was the one holding her. He stares back, unimpressed. 

“We did it!” The others finally cheer in relief and she looks around, noting that Hanma and Kisaki are nowhere to be found. It thrums under her skin. Fuck any of her plans. They wouldn’t be able to hurt her brother in the future if she killed them now. She knows she should probably be alarmed at how fast she’s willing to commit murder.

Her thoughts are suddenly stopped as Takemichi passes out. “Take!” She lunges forward but Mitsuya gets to him first. “What’s wrong? He needs a hospital!”

“He’s okay,” Mitsuya says. “He just got knocked around.”

“Too many head injuries can lead to brain damage! He’s stupid enough already!” Takara protests. 

“He’s fine,” Chifuyu tries to reassure her. “He’s strong. He’ll wake back up soon.”

She feels her throat tighten in worry, eyes burning with tears she refuses to shed. She was so worried about him. 

“Come Kara-chan,” Mikey offers her a hand, helping her stand as Mitsuya moves Takemichi onto his back. “Why don’t you tell us what happened?” She lets him pull her to her feet. He holds onto her hand as they go down the stairs. She’s a little grateful, feeling a tad unsteady after watching her brother pass out. She keeps her eyes on Takemichi, even as she tells Mikey and Draken about being told their plan and how she remembered while she was at Hina’s with Emma because he broke up with her. How it was another stupid plan of his. 

“I got an idea.” 

Mikey gets on his bike and both Mitsuya and Draken put Takemichi on behind him. 

“Is that safe?” Takara asks. “What if he falls off?” 

“He won’t,” Draken assures her. “Mikey’s shorter so Takemitchy’s going to be leaning forward. We’ll be behind them to make sure nothing happens.”

“We will?”

“You wanna skate in this snow?” he asks, motioning around. “‘Sides, looks like Mikey has a plan.” 

She looks over to see Mikey tucking his phone back into his jacket. “Let’s go!” Mikey calls out. 

Draken helps Takara get on his bike, offering her a hand so she doesn’t wipe out in her attempt to get on with rollerblades. He gives her his helmet, checking that she locks it properly before getting on in front of her. It’s awkward. She’s left wrapping her arms around his waist and trying not to breathe in his scent as she tries to keep her rollerblades out of the way of his feet and the wheels of the motorcycle. He’s solid under her hands and she feels tiny in comparison. It makes her stomach flip in ways she wishes it wouldn’t. She closes her eyes and tries not to think about it as they take off.  

“So Hanma and Kisaki were there?” Draken asks once they’ve all parted ways, aside from Mikey. 

“Yeah, they were planning the thing with Take,” Takara yells back. “Ran into them in my fucking house.” 

“Didn’t see any sign of them when we got there.”

“A fucking set up,” she says. “Probably wanted Takemichi to take all the fucking hits.” 

He doesn’t say anything else until he finally informs her that “Takemitchy’s up.” 

⛸️

Emma’s still there when they finally stop in front of Hina’s place. Takara moves away from Draken, not wanting to cause any complications. 

“What–why did you bring me here?” Takemichi asks, looking back at Mikey. Mikey just shrugs. 

“Go talk to her, idiot!” Takara smacks the back of his head. “Honestly, how hopeless can someone be?”

“This coming from you?”

“Yes!” she snaps, shoving her brother towards Hinata. “Go!” She rolls her eyes as Takemichi stumbles forward. She snorts as she watches her brother struggle to talk to his girlfriend. 

“They’re so cute,” Emma says, grabbing onto Takara’s arm. The sudden weight nearly sends her sprawling. She catches herself before she ends up pulling Emma down to the ground with her. 

“They are,” Takara agrees, smiling at the younger girl. “I can’t believe he broke up with her.”

“I know!” Emma looks at her. “What about you and Ran? Are you dating?”

“What?” Takara freezes and tries not to look back at Mikey and Draken. She can feel their eyes on her now. 

“You were with Haitani again?” Draken asks and Emma’s hand flies to cover her mouth when Takara winces. 

“Sorry!” she whispers quickly. 

“It’s fine,” Takara whispers back before turning to look at the boys. “Yeah, I ran into them while shopping, before Hinata messaged me.” 

“Shopping where?”

“Shinjuku. They said they were meeting someone and saw me,” she shrugs. “Ran helped me shop.” 

Draken looks over at Mikey who’s still watching her. He hasn’t said anything though. “That’s too close to our territory.” 

“They left after we parted ways,” she says quickly. “Went back to their area.”

“How long were you with them?”

Takara shrugs. She doesn’t want to admit she spent a couple hours shopping with Ran, that he kissed her again, basically asking her on another date. 

They’re all distracted suddenly as Takemichi falls to his knees, calling out Hinata’s name. He starts ranting, promising that he’ll protect her no matter what. When he starts giving examples…they all include the ways he’s told Takara that Hinata’s died in the future, it makes her cover her own face with her hand. 

“Oh my god, Take…” she mutters, embarrassed for him. No one seems to find his rambling too strange though and by the end of it, he’s made up with Hinata and Emma is crying at the sight of the reconciliation. 

Draken’s teasing of Emma’s tears makes Takara laugh. Mikey moves forward, claiming her brother again before Takara can get to him and she’s left with Draken, Emma and Hinata in the snow. 

“Well fuck,” she mutters. She knows how this is going to go and she officially has no ride. Which means she’s going to have to trudge through the snow and wreck her blades even more. “I’m going home.” 

“Hey, Takara, wait! You can’t rollerblade in the snow…can you?” Emma calls out to her. 

“I am capable of many things, Emma. More than you can imagine.” It’s something her aunt…not her aunt, someone else. Maybe her aunt’s boyfriend? It was something he used to say before he’d disappear. She doesn’t remember what he did though. She doesn’t remember what her aunt did…or her parents… 

“-kara?”

She jolts out of the memories that won’t come and looks over, seeing Emma and Hinata looking concerned. Draken is frowning a bit. “Don’t worry. I’ll message you when I get home.”

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It takes Takara two days before she has the time and energy to actually look through the bags that Ran gave her. 

Most of it are clothes that he made her try on, but some are things she definitely didn’t grab including some lacy-looking underwear that she quickly shoves to the back of her drawer. She texts him quickly that he’s an asshole and continues looking. She pulls out a dress that she’s pretty sure she’s never going to wear. 

“What is going on in that head of his…?”

Her phone beeps with a text and she looks, seeing a response from Ran: <been wondering when you’d go through it. Get my gift?>

<Aside from the clothes?> she texts. 

<Keep looking.>

Curiosity spurs her on and she digs through the bags, looking for what he’s talking about. She finds it in the bottom of the bag she’s looking through. It’s a folded knife. It’s really fucking pretty with the folded steel and chrome handle that changes colour between purple and gold when she twists it.

<a knife?!>

<in case you run out of bats>

That makes her laugh. She sits on her floor for a moment, staring at her phone before she sighs, texting back a thanks before turning her phone on silent. Takara leans back, resting her head on the side of her bed. 

It’s strange how easy it is with him. She’s never been involved with someone before, her brothers always chasing off anyone who was interested. Sometimes she was grateful for it, but other times it left her feeling sidelined again. It was fine for her brothers to be involved with girls, but the moment she expressed interest in someone, they rallied and ensured she didn’t get the chance. It was fine, she really was generally too busy to date with the amount of sports and recreational activities her parents put her in, but it was another weight added to the unfairness of being a girl in her family. It was different here. Takemichi didn’t seem too involved to stop her and her parents let her do her own thing provided she stayed out of trouble and kept up her grades…but even then, the only time they feigned concern was when she got the cops involved. 

It makes her feel untethered. Free as she is to do what she wants, not what’s expected of her, she’s not used to it. She feels like she’s going to be swept away in a current, drowning despite how much she swims. It’s easier then to go along with it and adjust her course as necessary for her survival. For Takemichi’s survival. 

Ran is not part of the current. He is a makeshift liferaft, one that she suspects will sink her the moment she thinks she’s safe. It won’t be his fault. His lifestyle is the same as the boys around her. Takara is surrounded by people whose hands are covered in blood, one way or another. She’s not sure there’s any way for her own to stay clean. 

She knows she’s never done this before. Any of it. In the life she had, she was violent in the way one becomes with contact sports and older brothers, but she’s never gone out of her way to draw blood and cause injury in revenge. Her aunt once taught her how to make someone bleed and the ways to keep a man from taking her life from her, but she’s never used it before. Not like she has here. Her unwillingness to compromise, to fail in keeping her brother safe, is fueled by her desperation to keep someone who knows her. Her. Not the life or role that they shoved her into, but her. 

Not that…she remembers everything about who she used to be. Her memories are fading and it terrifies her every time she realizes it. She knows it’s wrong. The way it slips from her mind the moment she’s pulled out of her thoughts should alarm her. But it doesn’t. She is letting herself disappear like sand fighting against the tide. 

She can’t let it. 

She moves before she can be distracted. Unlike her brother, she’s as organized as ever and it’s easy to find and pull a notebook out. She sits with her back against the bed, opening to the first page and starts writing anything she can remember about who she used to be. Memories. Descriptions. Facts about her and her family. Anything. She wants to keep it in some way before she forgets that she ever lived another life. 

It’s less than it should be. 

Takara doesn’t even manage to fill the single book. She tries. She digs through the pieces she remembers, the way she knows their faces were shaped and their best features…but a lot of it is blank. She can’t remember her brothers' names. She can’t remember her first kiss or the first goal she made. So much of it is fuzzy, like a movie she saw in childhood and now she’s grown and never watched it again. She knows it's there, she knows she’s seen it…but she can’t remember the details. 

She throws the book at the wall, eyes burning as she tries to stop herself from crying. It’s not fair. It’s not fucking fair. She spent years trying to catch up to her brothers, trying to prove that she was just as good as them, that she could do the same things they could…and it feels like it’s stolen from her. Not the skills, but the reasons why she has them in the first place. She doesn’t remember who taught her how to skate and it breaks the dam. She buries her face in her hands, bringing her knees up to her chest, and cries. 

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