#Spider bitch that’s never invited but shows up anyways.

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I fucking love the dumpster fire that’s the Nemesis crew <3

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the blue - part ten

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LAS VEGAS 2023

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ivy is adjusting well to the travel life well. pov: you've just had a rundown by lando norris on how charles is slowly losing his mental stability. don't worry! he's fine! still mentally stable but on his last limb polite cat oscaroo strikes again! photo from this morning's travels

tom holland okay, you guys can't be mad at me..

max verstappen thomas i swear to god- logan sargeant if this spider-bitch says harrison tagged along, we are not responsible for yuki. tom holland okay, well, i guess i'll die.

yuki tsunoda YOUR SISTER CRIED ON STAGED BECAUSE OF HIM! AND YOU JUST BROUGHT HIM ALONG??

sam holland i told him not too but he said, and i quote, "he's my best friend. i can't just not bring him." lando norris YOU COULD NOT BRING HIM?

george russell he's going to get killed.

charles leclerc we won't be responsible for yuki or max.

max verstappen i can take him

zendaya there is too much testosterone here

amelia holland OH I HAVE A SOLUTION!

amelia holland added 4 people

lily muni he why?

amelia holland you try saying anything against the zendaya alexandra saint mleux valid. very valid.

george russell how did you get my girlfriend's number?

carmen mundt someone was very drunk after her show in london that he forgot i was with him

pierre gasly you fucking idiot

kika gomes said the idiot to the other idiot

pierre gasly how am i an idiot?

esteban ocon you tried to "out spider-man" tom last week when you were drunk. charles leclerc and you almost ran into oncoming traffic. daniel ricciardo if it weren't for me you'd be dead.

lily muni he why were we added?

alex albon TOM INVITED HARRISON TO VEGAS!

kika gomes well that's stupid.

alexandra saint mleux your sister cried because of him?

tom holland you don't get it! he was sad and i can't say no to him! he's my best friend! i will get him to apologize to amelia.

amelia holland i'm not talking to him. i have nothing to talk to him about.

oscar piastri he's a dickhead. he's never going to apologize.

lando norris oscar jack piastri, cursing? that's a new one. someone call sky sports!

logan sargeant you're talking about the guy who grew up with mark webber. he's said worse. trust me.

oscar piastri shut up?

harry holland YOU INVITED THE SECOND STRING LOSER?

kika gomes fitting name. lily muni he it's what she called him in a song. i guess it stuck. zendaya he deserves it

harry holland thomas, we are having words.

sam holland and i'm calling paddy.

tuwaine oh shit just got real.

ameliaholland vegas, baby!

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landonorris when will i get a post for myself? i'm the best friend?

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tomholland2013 can't believe you ditched us to hang out with oscar

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amelia holland max invited us out before free practice tomorrow and after the opening ceremony

tom holland I'M GAME!

zendaya sounds like fun.

sam holland count me in!

tuwaine a chance to party with the max verstappen and daniel ricciardo, count me in!

harry holland i'm in

harrison osterfield i don't think your friends like me very much

amelia holland they don't but max said to invite you anyways. something about water under the troll?

amelia holland i think he meant water under the bridge?

amelia holland pierre also said something about second string loser buying the first round of drinks.

harrison osterfield alright. i'll go

amelia holland you can leave if you feel uncomfortable at any point

harrison osterfield okay

ABU DHABI 2023

ameliaholland in honor of the end of the 2023 season, i give you one final photo dump.

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oscarpiastri 🧡🧡

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username mama y papa!!

charles_leclerc this is charles leclerc erasure!

↳ alex_albon i agree this is erasure of the most important people in her life!

↳ ameliawinters as opposed to my boyfriend and brother?

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username i need to find someone who looks at me the way oscar looks at amelia.

lilymhe not enough amelia content. 3/10.

↳ ameliaholland i'm sorry love, i'll do better next time.

yukitsunoda0511 0/10 no yuki content. every photo dump must include a picture of me.

↳ ameliaholland apologizes yuki. i'll include one next time.

harrisonosterfield where is the cat's seatbelt??

↳ oscarpiastri she said she didn't need one.

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username and to think we started the season with single oscar and we're ending it with oscar dating THE amelia holland!!

username ivy lives a better life than me.

username they're giving high school sweethearts.

username your honor, i love them

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¡leclerc-s speaks! in case you couldn't tell, i don't how to end stories, so this is my attempt at one. i definitely didn't procrastinate this because i didn't want to be finished with this story. not at all. but stick around and wait for the bonus chapters because this story isn't quite over yet.

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In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~chapter three rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!Reader

Synopsis: you are Peter’s greatest love and Spiderman’s greatest enemy

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Peter arrived at the Avengers tower with a little pep in his step. His new neighbor was on his mind and he couldn’t get her off. He knew it was a long shot, after all you’d only had one conversation, but he felt like there was a connection between you. You were awkward, he was awkward. What more does a relationship need?

Tony was quick to notice the change in Peters mood. A dreamy smile crept across his face every now and then while Tony was trying to explain something about his nanotechnology.

“Alright Underoos, whats on your mind? A girl? Boy? That gorgeous Aunt of yours? Oh wait no, that’s what’s on my mind.” Tony smirked, making a blush paint Peters cheeks.

“Nothing sir. Sorry, I’ll pay attention.” Peter answered quickly. Tony scanned Peter up and down skeptically.

“So its a girl. Alright. Who is she?” Tony asked, motioning for Peter to sit down with him.

“This girl moved in across the hall from me about a week ago. I’d see her on the stairs sometimes, or in the lobby. She’s beautiful, Mr. Stark. I mean, really beautiful. And I know girls are a lot more than their appearance, trust me, but I can never look away. It’s like God made a perfect batch of cookie dough, and then made a perfect cookie cutter, and then hand made her just for me. There’s just, there’s something about her. I feel like I’ve always known her, and I don’t even know her yet. She knocked on my door this morning and I nearly had a heart attack when I saw her through the peephole. I played dumb and acted like I didn’t know she lived across the hall.” Peter started to explain. A twinge of embarrassment struck him at the memory of what he said to you.

“Oh God. You said something stupid, didn’t you?” Tony inquired, noticing the look of embarrassment on Peters face as he recalled their conversation. Tony leaned on his hands like a child, this stuff exciting him more than anything.

“I insulted her dead father and called him smelly.” Peter admitted, and Tony laughed.

“But she found it funny and agreed with me.” Peter quickly followed up.

“Wow. Normally I’d say there’s no coming back from that, but she seems like a keeper. So, are you gonna throw on your Spidey suit and take her for a ride around the city? Works with all the ladies.” Tony wiggled eyebrows, but Peter shook his head.

“No. Spider-Man isn’t a party trick or some tactic to pick up girls. Plus, I want her to like me for me. That’s why I invited her over for dinner tonight.” Peter answered. Tony looked down at his hands, not wanting Peter to see how proud he was. He couldn’t let Peter get too cocky.

“That was a test and you passed.” To y quipped. “Alright, spider child, you have my blessing. But no funny business tonight. If I find out I’m gonna have to design nanotech baby clothes, I’m gonna be pissed.”

Peter blushed at the mere thought of what Tony was implying and spent the rest of his time at the tower going over missions to get you off his mind.

You arrived at Peters at 6:07. You were done getting ready at 5:45, and sat in the living room on your phone until you were slightly late. You didn’t want to be early, like some loser. Or even worse, on time. You had to be fashionably, but not rudely, late.

You knocked on Peters door at 6:07 and waited. The door swung open instantly, as if he’d be waiting right behind.

“I know what you’re thinking.” He stated. “I’ll let you decide if I was waiting at the door for you or if I’m just really fast. “

He had successfully broken the ice, and you gave kudos to him for trying.

You, on the other hand, were drawing a blank. You had no idea what to say and you were a reporter for crying out loud. You didn’t get tripped up on my words, but something about Peter Parker and that damn collared shirt rendered you unable to formulate a thought. All you could do was stand there and smile at him. You felt like you were standing weirdly and all the sudden had no idea where to put your hands. Do you leave them at your sides? That felt too stiff and soldier-like. But where else would they go? You were pretty sure every brain cell had left your body at that point, leaving you defenseless.

“You look nice.” Peter blurted, interrupting the awkward silence that had settled between you. Even he seemed surprised by his statement. You looked down and shrugged. You looked as nice as a lazy person who didn’t fully unpack their clothes could look. You had on a casual grey dress that was made of some sort of t-shirt material, and your hair was in a loose bun with a few curls framing your face. Peter took in your appearance with what looked like approval. Then you noticed Peters gaze falling to your feet.

“Converse with a dress.” He noted. “Bold move.”

You felt your personality re-enter your body, finally, and nodded.

“Oh yeah. You know me. Quirky and cool and not like other girls.” You joked as you clicked your heels together. “You look nice too. Very…Freddie Benson.”

Freddie Benson? Who the hell makes an ICarly reference to compliment someone? This night was going downhill fast and you regretted ever knocking on his door.

“Dude. You’re tanking.” Venom said in your ear, you had to agree. This couldn’t be going worse.

But lo and behold, Peters beautiful laugh filled your ears once again.

“That’s what I was going for!” He cheered. “My friend Ned always teases me for wearing sweaters and button downs but he just doesn’t have the vision.”

“Come in.” He suddenly stepped aside and gestured inward. “Dinners almost ready.”

Peters apartment looked just like yours, but much more homey. You saw his baby pictures on the wall, coupled with pictures of him and his parents through the years. You noticed a framed picture of a different couple on the coffee table. They resembled Peter but you didn’t see them in any photos with him past the age of around 7. There was a candle next to the frame, as well as a ceramic cross. You quickly looked away, not wanting to overstep.

“You must be Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you.” You heard a woman’s voice from behind you. You turned around and saw a woman in high pants and a yellow tank top, recognized her from the pictures with Peter.

“I am. It’s very nice to meet you too, Mrs. Parker.” You said politely and shook her hand.

“Please.” She shook your hand. “Call me May.”

“May.” You repeated with a smile.

You turned around and saw Peter pulling out a chair for you, so you sat down while May finished preparing dinner. You offered to help, being the polite ass bitch that you were, but May insisted that you were the guest. A plate of “meatloaf” was soon placed in front of you and Peter. The term “meatloaf” is used very loosely. It looked more like an old shriveled brain. Peter made eye contact with you and winked.

“It’s not as bad as it looks.” He whispered. He glanced at May, who was busy pouring the drinks, before leaning in closer and whispering, “it’s way worse.”

You playfully kicked Peter under the table and he giggled, quickly masking the sound with a drink of water.

“So, Y/N, where do you go to school?” May started the conversation. You took a bite of meatloaf, nearly died, and swallowed before answering.

“I’m actually taking a gap year before I start my junior year at Berkeley.” You told her. “And I work part time as a reporter.”

“That’s a very good school.” She complimented. “And I thought you looked familiar. I’ve seen your show on YouTube.”

“I haven’t.” Peter realized. “What’s it called?”

“The L/n Report.” You answered. “I started it my freshman year and it just kinda took off.”

“Oh. I’ve read some of yoru articles, but I haven’t seen the show.” Peter realized. “I can’t believe you do that. That’s really cool. You’re really cool.”

“Thank you.” You winked at him, not used to being praised for your work.

“Peter told me about your father.” May changed the subject. “I’m so sorry to hear that he passed. He left the apartment to you?”

“He did.” You nodded. “And it’s all right. We were estranged anyway.”

“It must be so different living alone in a city.” May sighed. “Did you dorm while at Berkeley?”

“No, I lived with my boyfriend.” You shook your head. Peter began choking on his water at the mention of a boyfriend and May shot him a look.

“Peter. Manners.” She said sternly.

“Boyfriend?” Was all he managed to say between coughs and sputters.

Oh great. Time for this conversation.

“Ex-boyfriend.” You corrected. “I got him demoted to traffic duty for two weeks and he wasn’t too happy about it.”

“He broke up with you over that?” Peter raised an eyebrow. “That’s gotta be the dumbest reason for a breakup I’ve ever heard.”

“May I ask how you got him demoted?” May wondered.

“Well, I’m an investigative reporter, and my ex, Andy, is a cop.” You began. “I looked at some classified files on his computer and used them against someone.”

“Carlton Drake, right?” She realized the story sounded familiar. “I read about that. Your exposé about him was everywhere.”

“Didn’t he die in his own rocket?” Peter asked you, fully invested in the story.

“Yea. I was there. Me and…my friend.” You caught yourself before almost mentioning Venom.

“Gosh I read that story forever ago.” May recalled. “It was all over the news here. I remember Peter ranting to me that this girl was straight out of high school and already taking down shady guys in San Francisco. You were obsessed with the article, remember Peter? I’m pretty sure you hung it up.”

Peter, you guessed it, turned bright red.

“I just thought you were cool. You know, taking down bad guys and all at such a young age. It really inspired me.” Peter explained. He suddenly looked panicked, like he said too much, and you wondered what it inspired him to do.

“Thank you Peter.” You smiled fondly. “How old are you anyway?”

“19. I’ll be 20 on August 10th.” He said proudly. “What about you?”

“He’s legal.” Venom whispered in your ear. You couldn’t even be mad at her, you were thinking the same thing.

“I’m 20.” You told him, and smile crept across his face.

“And this boyfriend, where is he now?” May asked. May wasn’t blind to what was happening between her nephew and this new neighbor and knew that’s what Peter was dying to ask.

“I would very much also like to know that.” Peter said, almost robotically. He leaned in closer and stared at you while he awaited the answer.

“He’s engaged, actually.” You said between sips of water, making Peter sigh in relief. “To a friend of mine. They’re getting married this summer.”

It was the first time you said those words out loud. You didn’t feel sad, like you thought you would. You didn’t really know how you felt. The smile that broke out on Peters face gave a clear indication on how he felt, though.

“That’s great. I mean, not great great. Great for him, I mean. It’s always good to move on. Wether it be with an old friend or a brand new one. Maybe it’s with someone you just met. You never know. Things just happen between the most random of people. Could be a stranger. Or, or, hear me out, it could be less of a stranger. Like a barista, or a mailman or a…a neighbor.” Peter stumbled over his words, the last part coming out very quietly. “I’m sorry that things didn’t work out though. Between you and him, I mean. ”

“Thanks.” You shrugged. “It was tough at first but, I’m okay now. He wasn’t the one.”

“When you do find the one, you’ll know. I knew almost immediately that Ben was the one. I saw him and my heart said “that’s the one you’ve been looking for” and I believed it.” May sighed wistfully. You could see her eyes glistening behind her glasses and did something rather bold. You put your hand on top of hers and squeezed. She gave off this loving motherly vibe that you had only seen in movies but never felt for yourself. May gave you the warmest smile and squeezed your hand back.

“That’s lovely May. Although, I always thought when you met the one, your heart wouldn’t say that it’s been looking for that person. I always thought it would say ‘welcome home’, or something like that. You know? Like, you’ve always known them. I don’t know though. Maybe I’ve just seen The Princess Bride one too many times.” You shrugged.

“Ah. That’s a classic in this household.” May recalled. “Peter would refuse to go to bed without watching it.”

“Because it’s a cinematic masterpiece.” Peter sassed. “You’re trying to embarrass me by pointing out that even as a child I had impeccable taste? Oh please.”

You laughed at his remark, making May noticed the smile that broke out on Peters face when he succeeded in making their new neighbor laugh.

May looked at you for a while with a content smile on her face before saying, “Yeah. I suppose you do have good taste.”

[ilcaeryx]

Vanguard [Gojo Satoru/Reader]

Summary: You attempt to kill a spider and Gojo helps... kind of.

Tags: Gojo Satoru/Reader, Fluff, Domestic, Cute, Humor, Banter, Gojo Supremacy

Author’s Note: Gojo supremacy all the way.

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Your first week moving into the Gojo estate could be described either as traumatic or eventful, depending on your mood. According to Satoru, your introduction to the household had roused family squabbles. Whatever was said in these supposedly heated conversations was unclear, since Satoru did not divulge more information than he had to – yet he promised you that you would be safe there, whether it be from curses or humans. In return, you had promised that you would make him and his family proud of having you around. Because of this exchange, you were in a bind.

See, like most of humanity you disliked spiders. Your fear increased exponentially with their size, so when you entered your bedroom to retrieve your sweater and a huge, eight-legged monstrosity was casually resting on said sweater you fled. While you previously did not have the sense to shut the door in your bedroom facing the garden, you shut the one connecting to the living room with shaking hands. You remembered how amazing walking around the miniature zen garden together with Satoru had been and now that you knew that this creature had lurked beneath all the branches and flowers you would be hesitant to return outside.

You did not want his family to know you were quite afraid of spiders, which meant you had to solve this problem by yourself. Because you were no sorcerer or had any hand-to-hand experience at all, you gathered your courage and scouted your wing of the Gojo estate for anything that might be of use before settling on a shovel. Lashing out with the shovel at an imaginary bug, you tested its speed and accuracy. Your movements were inelegant and sluggish that way, but if you straight up crushed the spider with the flat side it could work.

Marching down the hallway with your new weapon made you feel like a badass until you perceived Satoru walking by your side in your peripheral vision. He did this often enough that you no longer screeched or jumped. Today, he greeted you with a loving pat on the head, his fingers trawling through your hair as he followed the line of your skull down to your neck.

“Hey, sweetie. Are you having an excavation in your new home?”

You recovered your badass bitch façade, keeping a straight face. “There’s a spider in our bedroom and I’m going to kill it.”

He leaned forward, his mouth gaping into a huge smile that covered his teeth. It really annoyed you, so you just looked forward. Here you were, trying to protect yourself and your boyfriend and the first thing he does is mock you.

“I finally get to see your wild side,” he said. His breath hitched in his throat and he drew his head away from you. “That’s kind of hot. I’m looking forward to judging your fighting style.”

“Could you just… not do that?”

“No?” he imitated your questioning tone. “I could not?”

You lazily stuck out your tongue at him. Once you arrived to the temporary arena, you jutted the shovel handle towards your bedroom door. “Watch me decimate it, dude.”

“You’re awfully confident for someone who is terrified of spiders.” Satoru leaned on the wall, hands hidden in his pockets.

“I’m getting used to them from seeing you, daddy long legs.”

“I’m not that bad – I’m 90 percent torso. Anyway, I’ll do you a favour: I’ll breach the door and you kill it. Sounds good?” He extended one hand in front of you, inviting for a handshake.

You slapped his mocking hand out from your vision with a dull smack. He let his arm hang limply from his body.

“I can't let you help me, much less kill it yourself, because then I would never hear the end of it,” you said through your teeth, half in jest. He would most definitely bring it up whenever he needed something to stroke his ego, which was weird since he already had other accomplishments to brag about.

“I would never do that.” He moved behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders, giving you a few comforting squeezes. “I would crush this bugger in a heartbeat - we both know that. For you, this is a fitting challenge and challenges are invaluable for personal development. I enjoy watching you grow as a person.”

Yes, he was totally doing this for your personal development.

With him behind you, you decided that it was time for the ultimate showdown. You prepared yourself. “Is this how you treat your students whenever you send them off to missions?”

“This is precisely how I treat my students whenever I send them off to missions.”

“Wow… I feel bad for them.” You opened the door in a rush and returned to your battle stance, ready to smash the spider into non-existence. This would 100% have happened if you had seen it. However, your sweater was the only thing on your bed. The spider was MIA.

“This is really bad, isn’t it?” Satoru said in sincere amusement, his feet moving in tandem with yours as you stalked into the room. “Does this mean you’re moving out?”

Just shut up, you thought and surveyed the floor. The spider was either down on the floor or somewhere on a wall, intuition told you.

“I’ll check under the bed,” Satoru said. You peered back at him, admiring his courage. His hands roamed along your spine and down the sides of your legs until he was crouching on the floor. He looked into the darkness beneath your bed for about a quarter of a second before confirming that it was indeed chilling there.

You did not want to be near the spider when you couldn’t see it, so you gingerly took a step over Satoru’s back towards the entrance, with Satoru joining you afterwards.

You huffed and leaned your body weight on one leg. “I can’t kill it when it’s down there. If we lift the bed, it’ll probably go scattering everywhere and I don’t think I can handle that. Do you have any ideas?”

“I could kill it with sorcery.”

You nodded tentatively, prompting him to continue.

Satoru’s head drooped to the side, his canines showing in an apologetic smile. “I could but there would be spider juice everywhere if I did.”

No. Just no.

“Don’t ever say those words in my vicinity again.” You scowled in disgust. “Any other ideas?”

His head drooped to his opposite shoulder. “I’ll kill it in a non-messy fashion.”

You raised an eyebrow. “How?”

“That’s a business secret. However, know that our bed will be safe to sleep in by this evening even if I’m not around.”

His statement touched your heart, warmth radiating throughout your chest. “What do you want in return?”

“Your undying love and adoration, perhaps? I won’t bugger you about this affair if you buy some confectionery on the way home. Deal?” Once again, he extended his hand towards you and this time around you accepted.

“Deal.”

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I hope everyone enjoyed it and episode 7! I listened to Oh My Girl’s Secret Garden while writing this. Check out more of my work if you’re interested!

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BnHA Chapter 286: VESTIGE ANTICS ARE A GO

Previously on BnHA: Deku was all “what’s the record for most consecutive bone breaks within the span of a single minute” and, without waiting for an answer, proceeded to unleash roughly 17 Smashes onto Tomura. Kacchan was all “THAT DOES IT, I’M TAKING THE REINS OF THIS SHITSHOW” and carried Endeavor and Shouto up to where the action was so Endeavor could hit Tomura with a Prominence Burn. AFO was all “Tomura would you rather burn to death or let me take over your body” and Tomura was all “...” and so AFO TOOK OVER and was all “STABBITY STABBITY” and used his Stabbing Quirk to do some Good Old Fashioned STABBIN’. First he stabbed Endeavor, and then he was all “hee and now I’m gonna stab Deku”, but Kacchan was all “SIR THAT’S MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT RIVAL” and so he rushed on in AND GOT HIMSELF STABBED INSTEAD. And so basically THIS PAST WHOLE WEEK HAS BEEN A RIDE, LET ME TELL YOU.

Today on BnHA: Kacchan is all “sup Deku lemme just downplay how I totally took this fatal blow for you just now” before he dramatically passes out and is caught by Todoroki “BTDUBS I CAN FLY NOW” Shouto, who is also carrying his dad because the kids really are just doing it all, here. AllForRaki Tomura For One is all “HAHA BAKUGOU IS PRETTY DUMB”, at which point Deku just LOSES IT ENTIRELY and ASCENDS INTO A NEW PLANE OF FURY LIKE A LITTLE GREEN RAGE BUDDHA. But then like two seconds later Tomura is all “ANYWAY, SO” and FUCKING TOUCHES DEKU’S FACE, CAUSING THE TWO OF THEM TO ASTROPROJECT INTO THE FREAKY OFA/AFO MINDSCAPE BECAUSE THIS CHAPTER IS BANANAS. Vestige!AFO is all “reports of my demise were greatly exaggerated but aren’t you glad I saved your life though, Tomura”, while Tomura is all “!!” because he’s hopefully starting to get A Clue, and meanwhile Deku just stands there watching all “what the fuck.” The chapter ends with SHIMURA MCFUCKING NANA showing up all, “HI, I HEARD SOME BITCHES WERE TRYING TO HAVE A GIRL POWER ARC, AND THEY DIDN’T INVITE ME.” Go on, Nana. Give ‘em hell.

you guys. I’m not normally one to take pleasure in another human being’s misfortune. BUT THAT SAID, there are exceptions to every rule, and so let’s just say certain events have transpired early this morning which have PUT ME IN A VERY, LET’S JUST SAY, NOT-TERRIBLE MOOD which this chapter will hopefully improve upon!!

oh my god Deku’s one non-fucked-up eye that he still has control over is SO WIDE YOU GUYS

hmm I know I shouldn’t be all (゜▽゜) while the two of them are all (； ▼ Д ▼) (⁰ Д゜;) ... and yet here we are. btw I’m worried tumblr’s formatting will ruin those two emojis which I worked so hard to get just right so I’m gonna repost them on another line here just in case

(； ▼ Д ▼) (⁰ Д゜;) that’s them. Kacchan and Deku. my boys 

HERE COMES THE CHEESY “JUST GOT STABBED BETTER PLAY IT OFF ALL COOL!!!” ONE LINER OH MY GOD

(ETA: really love how my son, with what for all he knows could be his dying breaths, decides that the absolute most important thing is to preserve his selfish asshole facade so as not to fuck up his status quo with his rival. “LOOKEE HERE I GOT MYSELF ALL STABBED AND SHIT FOR YOU, BUT I TOTALLY JUST DID IT BECAUSE I WAS TIRED OF YOU GETTING ALL THE COOL HERO MOMENTS” yeah, that’s right! SELFLESS MOTIVATIONS, WHAT ARE THOSE sob.

also tbh I’m glad they didn’t delve any further into their feelings right here and now because this really isn’t the place or time for it sadly. WE WILL JUST PUT THOSE ON HOLD UNTIL AFTER THE ARC ENDS, when they are all recovering from their various wounds and traumas and have time to catch up and have some long-overdue heart-to-hearts. it deserves its own chapter or two or three. maybe time to head back to Ground Beta once they’re healthy? “healthy” perhaps being a relative term given their current condition fjsdjkf.)

by the way it looks from here like only the ones through his torso and shoulder actually hit, so that’s something at least. WE’VE LOST ENOUGH LEGS TODAY. I need to conserve my remaining puns

MEANWHILE TOMURA IS HAVING A CRISIS

ARE YOU MAD AT YOUR EVIL DAD TOMURA. HE JUST WON’T TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER WILL HE, THAT GUY

anyway so it looks like Kacchan might have caught a break here because AFO/Tomura is pulling the stabby quirk activation tendril things back out! rip, “Kacchan vs. Deku part 3″ theories

p.s. I got ALL CAUGHT UP IN THE DRAMA and thus glossed over the chapter title which is “one among us”! hmmm this is definitely AFO/OFA related, calling it now. ooh lord I am excited

NOW MY SON IS DRAMATICALLY FALLING

THE BLOOD FROM THE MOUTH OOF NOT GOOD AHHHH. DEKU’S FACE AHHHH. HIS BODY JUST WENT TOTALLY LIMP DID HE PASS OUT AHHHH. SOMEONE CATCH HIM!!

BY HIS FOOT, SHOUTO?!

well NOT EXACTLY THE MOST GRACEFUL THING I’VE EVER SEEN, but we’ll allow it because HOLY SHIT BOY. ARE YOU ALREADY CARRYING YOUR DAD ON TOP OF THAT?? HORIKOSHI PLEASE CONFIRM, IS TODOROKI MOTHERFUCKING SHOUTO FUCKING FLYING AROUND UNBALANCED AF ON HIS ONE FLAMEY LEG, CARRYING HIS 500 LB POP AND NOW HIS FLOPPY PASSED OUT BEST FRIEND AS WELL?!? HOLY SHIT TODO?!?!

LADIES AND GENTLEFRIENDS OF THE VILLAIN STANDOM, FEAR NOT, TOMURA’S HAIR IS THE FIRST THING THAT GREW BACK LOL

even before his eyeballs kfldkakjk. which, btw, how does he even know what’s going on right now? “this fight has shed a lot of useless blood” sdkmkjl okay well (1) WHOSE FAULT WAS THAT, AGAIN??, (2) SERIOUSLY THOUGH, HOW DOES HE EVEN KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENING. DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHO YOU STABBED?? ARE YOU EFFECTIVELY BLIND FOR THE NEXT FEW SECONDS HERE, WHAT’S GOING ON, and lastly (3) I seriously can’t tell if this is AFO or Tomura talking right now. or are they going back and forth?? help this is so confusing

HEY

THE DISRESPECT. I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW KACCHAN ANGST IS NEVER USELESS!!

AND NOW HE’S BACK TO THE STABBING JFKJLKJLF I AM NOT TOO HAPPY WITH YOU RIGHT NOW MISTER

okay and now we’re cutting to some quick panels of the unconscious Aizawa, Gran, and Ryuukyuu, along with the “still conscious but in a very real sense might as well not be counted” Manual who is really having a day, that poor guy

anyway but then there’s also some dialogue boxes being all “if you act out of rage your power will respond accordingly, the most important part is to keep your head clear.” which I’m like 90% sure is Deku/OFA related, but honestly NOTHING ABOUT THIS CHAPTER IS CLEAR SO FAR YOU GUYS. except for the Shouto-is-a-badass part anyway

HMM YEP I’M GONNA GO WITH DEKU-RELATED

it must be a callback to some line I’m forgetting. maybe Lariat explaining Blackwhip to him that one time. probably should have been in italics if it was a flashback quote, but hey. anyways the point is Deku is absolutely, 100% following this advice to the letter (/s)

(ETA: yep I’m almost positive this is the same quote from chapter 213. “listen, when you use this power out of anger, it’ll really start working for you. what really matters is controlling your heart.” which is still one of the weirdest pieces of advice in the entire series, but basically I think he was just trying to tell him it’s okay to get mad, so long as it’s calmly mad. like, controlled fury, as opposed to this white-hot berserker nonsense he’s been running on as of late. anyways I do still love me some shounen rage all the same but Lariat has a point.)

...

it took me a minute to realize THOSE WERE DEKU’S EYES. holy --

AND ANOTHER MINUTE TO REALIZE THAT DEKU FUCKING GRABBED THE ACTIVATION TENDRIL WITH HIS BUSTED UP OFA HANDS AND BIT INTO IT WITH HIS RABID OFA JAWS AND SNAPPED THAT SHIT LIKE A FUCKING KITKAT KLJLKSJDLKJFLK WOOOOOOOO I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENING BUT GODDAMN. POWER MOVE

(ETA: this is a two-page spread omg. I didn’t even realize at first. this scan ABSOLUTELY DOES NOT DO THIS BADASS PAGE ANY KIND OF JUSTICE but I can’t wait to see the real deal on Sunday holy shit.)

LMAO

DEKU RAGED SO HARD HE TURNED INTO AN ANGRY GHOST SONIC THE HEDGEHOG FKLSKG

(ETA: he actually looks a bit like the Vestiges/Kurogiri tbh.)

meanwhile Tomura basically has the exact same face I would have had in his position. yeah for real man. I don’t even know

p.s. WHEN will people learn to STOP INSULTING KACCHAN IN DEKU’S PRESENCE. WHEN, I ASK!!

WHAT IN THE CINNAMON TOAST FUCK

if this was a physical page I was holding I would have FLUNG THAT SHIT AWAY LIKE THERE WAS A SPIDER CRAWLING ON IT. WHAT THE FUCK

HOT DAMN. well uh. so that’s SUPER DISTURBING, what a lovely panel of Tomura’s melted face slowly growing back while his ears lag behind, and meanwhile that little scar that had been growing and growing and which at one point certain people (ME) thought might turn him into a BEAUTIFUL BUTTERLY instead RIPS HIS FACE IN HALF to reveal the KINDER EGG AFO SURPRISE UNDERNEATH AHHHHH TAKE IT BACK

THIS IS WHY YOU DON’T LET MAD SCIENTISTS PERFORM EXPERIMENTS ON YOU, KIDS. PSA. JUST SAY NO

-- NO!!!

HORIKOSHI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

fuck

oh my god. I almost would have rather cut away right after the Kacchan incident than freaking cut away NOW of all times, jesus. THAT’S JUST A BITCH MOVE, IS WHAT THAT IS. if we don’t cut back within the next three pages I SWEAR TO GOD

anyway so GUESS WHAT GIGANTOMACHIA’S DOING YOU GUYS. if you guessed “the exact same thing he was doing last time we saw him” then you are absolutely right, because it was actually PRETTY EASY TO GUESS

anyway but he says he detects “master’s scent”, except that there’s apparently two of them. interesting! one in Tartarus and one in Jakku, right? lol Horikoshi has burned me so many times already with his excruciatingly slow reveal of this that I’m not gonna hold my breath just yet, but I’ll get the hype train warmed up JUST IN CASE

okay so meanwhile in downtown Jakku, the heroes are handing off the civilians over to the police and rescue forces while they prepare to engage with “the villain”, by which I assume they mean Gigantomachia. does this mean Iida and Ochako are gonna fight Machia you guys omg

OOH!!!

“PLEASE INFORM THEM ON FOOT” well I know a certain SPEEDY BOI who would be PERFECT for that job oh my. make haste, Tenyar FastmLeggy

WAIT WHICH WAY ARE THEY HEADING

ARE THEY HEADING TOWARDS MACHIA OR TOWARDS DEKU AND AFO

so rather than answering my VERY PERTINENT question, Ochako is instead spending an entire page thinking about how their complete clusterfuck of a life keeps getting exponentially worse all the time! well but she’s not wrong though

NOW SHE’S ALL “GUYS...!” and, rather than explaining ANYTHING AT ALL, Horikoshi is again cutting back to THIS, OMG AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

(ETA: good thing Kacchan wasn’t awake to see his dramatic “I’ll just get myself impaled for Deku’s sake” plan result in this outcome ALL OF TWENTY SECONDS LATER smdh.)

I ACTUALLY PREFER MY DEKUS NON-CRUMBLED, THANKS. ALSO JUST ON A SIDE NOTE, POOR SHOUTO THOUGH. THE LAST NINETY SECONDS OR SO HAVE BEEN ENOUGH NIGHTMARE FUEL FOR A LIFETIME HAVEN’T THEY

so now he’s all “MIDORIYA!!!” because OF COURSE HE IS. his best friend just got impaled, and his dad too, and now he fully expects to see his other best friend crumble to dust right before his eyes holy shit. T R A U M A ™

-- !!!

somehow in the excitement of the moment I forgot his actual goal for a sec lol. meaning I instantaneously switched from HORRIFIED to GRINNING LIKE A MANIAC :D :D :D come on OFA time to show him what’s what

AND NOW WE’RE SWITCHING OVER TO EVERYONE’S FAVORITE TRIPPY DREAM LANDSCAPE FOR ADDITIONAL DRAMA, WELL OKAY

I’M ON BOARD WITH THIS, WHATEVER. also it’s becoming increasingly apparent that Deku is in fact nekkid underneath that mystical cloud bs, so let’s hope one of his remaining yet-to-be-unlocked quirks is a pants-conjuring quirk lulz

“this place...” yeah we all fucking know what this place is son, let’s get on with this. by my count we’ve only got four pages left so PLEASE BUDGET THEM WISELY

OH MY

holy shit. I have so many screaming thoughts about this lol but I just want to keep on reading lkjlkjlkjl okay I’ll come back later and edit them in, how’s that

OR MAYBE I’LL JUST RANT ABOUT THEM NOW GODDAMMIT

shit. okay let me just try and sum this up as quick as I can

so just in case it wasn’t already crystal clear, AFO’s soul being roommates with Tomura’s seems to be just about 100% confirmed now. good for you, All For One For All theory!! the “Kacchan loses his quirk” theory died so that you might live on in glory

AFO does seem to have almost fully taken control now. it looks like Tomura’s still fighting back, but AFO clearly has the upper hand now if their body language is any indication. Tomura on his knees with AFO calmly holding him down and ignoring his struggles... not looking too good for him at the moment

people seem to have somewhat lost sight of this in the midst of the great “heroes vs. villains Who Is Right Who Is Wrong What Are Morals” debate of 2020, but just a friendly reminder that AFO is in fact responsible for 100% of all of Tomura’s suffering from pretty much the moment he was born up till this very moment we’re now witnessing!! like, you can go ahead and blame Nana and Gran and The Complacent Apathy Of Hero Society and whatever the fuck else from here till Sunday, but All for One is the reason Kotarou was orphaned. All for One is almost certainly the reason why the seemingly quirkless Tenko suddenly just magically developed THE MOST FUCKED UP QUIRK OF ALL TIME at the worst possible moment. All for One is probably the reason why no one helped Traumatized Baby Tenko in the immediate aftermath (I can and likely will write a separate post about this in the near future). All for One is definitely the reason why no one helped Tenko at any point after that. All for One is the reason why Tenko grew up all fucked in the head (“HERE’S YOUR DEAD FAMILY’S HANDS, MERRY CHRISTMAS”), and the reason why he grew up blaming Heroes and Society rather than the sole person who was actually responsible who was literally standing right in front of him the entire time. and lastly, All for One is the reason why Tomura has now been manipulated into unknowingly sacrificing his own body and possibly even his mind. so THANKS A LOT FOR THAT. more like jerk for one amiright

basically what I’m trying to say is that Deku and Tomura are not actually enemies here, and they never have been. the two of them have a common enemy, and I’m convinced Tomura’s story is about him eventually coming to realize this. and this looks to be the first step towards that, for two reasons. one, because AFO is finally starting to out himself to Tomura as the rat bastard he has always been. and two, because Deku is catching a glimpse of this now for the very first time. up until now he didn’t have a damn clue lol. but this is now something for him to file away in the back of his mind, and perhaps follow up on at a later date, once all of this craziness finally subsides and he has some time to process

anyway, so that’s basically it! tl;dr AFO is the final villain and unless I’m very much mistaken, this scene is going to finally start to set that up. let’s read on!

OMG

NANA?!?

lKDSJFLKSHGLISHDOGIHOLRKL

NOOOOOO I can’t believe it fucking ended there I can’t fucking believe it, fuck everything

smdh. what a place to end it. didn’t confirm a damn thing. not even whose mental landscape all of this is actually taking place in! like, don’t mind me though Horikoshi, it’s not like THE FATE OF THE WORLD HINGES ON THIS QUESTION OR ANYTHING except oh wait it really kind of does. kljkj

but seriously. because if it’s Deku’s mind, it means that Tomura’s attempt to take his quirk wasn’t successful. but if it’s Tomura’s mind, though... well... hhhhhhkhfff

or it could be both, I guess. more of that “AFO and OFA are the same quirk and thus linked” goodness. oh man. anyways stay tuned for next week when Nana presumably helps Deku out with the rest of that black fog and also hopefully finds him some pants. or maybe Nana can just go fight AFO herself. a little payback for everything he’s done to her protege and to her grandson. either way I CAN’T WAIT omg. VESTIGE ANTICS ARE A GO

[greenorangevioletgrass]

treat your skin with kindness (p.p.)

pairing: Peter Parker x reader (can read as gender neutral)

word count: 900ish

warnings: skincare horror lol, fluff, maybe some useful info?

notes: our first Fancy Bitch Friday piece, y'all! i will be releasing a wee blurb or oneshot every friday that's related to beauty, skincare, and general wellness. peter here is 1000% inspired by my bf who has infuriatingly good skin despite his lack of care lol. ENJOY! 💞

✨✨✨

You wholeheartedly believe that Peter is the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen.

And no, it’s not because his whole face lights up when he smiles. Or that his dark brown eyes are so warm and kind and inviting, even when he’s talking about the most mundane things like groceries or traffic. Or how animated his expressions are --whether he’s excited or upset or tired…

He literally is beautiful. As in healthy, glowing skin like they show in advertisements.

The only catch? He treats his face like absolute shit.

You notice it in passing, but didn’t put it together right away. When you saw him scrubbing his face really hard in the shower, you simply assumed he was in a hurry --about 80% of the time, he is, anyway. He doesn’t always have a facial wash on his shelf, but maybe he just forgot and used his body wash instead. It’s not ideal, but it’ll do.

But one night, he comes into your tiny studio apartment from a patrol, looking exhausted. He rips off his mask and plants a kiss on the top of your head while you're working on your laptop. He saunters off to your equally tiny kitchenette, pushes the Spider-Man logo on his chest and let the suit fall off of his shoulders.

“Busy night?” you call out, your gaze returning to your laptop in front of you.

“Meh, nothing major,” he replies, turning on the tap. “It’s so fucking hot outside, though.”

"I know! That's why I opened all the windows, busted out the fan--"

You're cut off by the sound of water splashing and thought he was just washing his hands. But you turn to look and he's practically got his face dunked in the sink. Silly boy.

"Do you wanna just shower, babe?" you giggle.

There's a lull as he finishes up, and he turns around with a suspiciously fresh face as he says, "Yeah, I definitely need a shower," while wiping his face with a dishrag by the sink.

Your brain short-circuits in utter horror. "Peter-- what-- did you just wash your face on my kitchen sink?!"

"Yeah."

"With what? I don't have anything on there."

"Yeah, you do. That Palmolive thingy by the sink."

You gasp. "Peter, that's a dish soap!"

"Well, it's a soap either way, right?" he shrugs with an easy smile.

But that doesn't ease your concern now. Even though you're a full-on skincare junkie, you know that not everyone has the same priorities. But treating one's face like a dirty dish is just a step too far, and it makes your stomach turn. Next thing you know, you're marching over and inspecting his face, holding his chin between your thumb and index finger.

"Oh, your poor skin…"

"Are you kidding me? My skin looks smooth and glowing thanks to-- ouch!"

You swat him on the arm. "See? You have a zit now!"

He reaches out to his cheek and finds a little bump there. "Oh. Well. Can I borrow your nail clipper to cut it off?"

"NO!"

"Okay, jeez!" he raises his arms dramatically. "God, I've never seen you lose your cool like this before. It's scary."

"It's-- you-- I mean-- dish soap! I-- you know what? Come with me." you take his hand and guide him to your little bathroom.

He clumsily tries to step out of his loosened suit, so now he's following your bossy ass in boxer shorts and not much else.

"See that white and green bottle in there?" you point at the CeraVe cleanser in your shower shelf. "Feel free to use that for your face whenever you're here."

He nods, eyebrows furrowed in focus. "Okay. How much do I pump out each time?"

"Like, about yea much is enough," you draw a dime-sized circle on his palm with your finger. "And don't forget to do it gently."

"Gently?"

"Like this, for just about a minute." you run your fingers in circular motions on his palm, without pressing or scrubbing too hard.

"That's it?" he questions. "I don't think that's enough to get all the dirt out…"

"It will," you reassure him, "with the right product. Not some harsh, corrosive dish soap-- which, by the way, we need to get you one of your own facial wash, buddy."

Peter groans, his head lulls back. "Babe, I'm broke--"

"Then I'll get you one!"

He groans more petulantly in protest.

"Babe, it's 15 bucks that'll last you, like, 5 months. Maybe more." you cup his cheeks with both hands now. "Just think of it as me… getting the occasional pizza or something."

"Are you sure?" he pouts, wraps his sinewy arms around your waist.

You nod in certainty, finally able to relax a little after the initial shock. "I know your skin can probably take it, but what's the harm in just… treating it with more kindness?"

"Ugh, you're so good at arguing," he feigns annoyance, nudging your forehead with his, "I hate you."

"I love you, too." you kiss him squarely on the lips.

He kisses you back with a smile, the kind of smile that lights up the face. The whole room. The whole fucking block, really. And you lovingly hate him for being so effortlessly beautiful.

"Now go shower. You smell rough, Spider-Boy." you send him on his way with a pat on his butt. "And don't you dare cut off your zit with a nail clipper!"

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[butwhyduh]

Can I request sth more fluffy? Middle of the night cuddle with my boi Tim and fem!reader (*^*). You wrote some good spice now can I ask for some sugar?

Christmas party

Tim drake x reader

Christmas series 1

It was a cold still night in Gotham. One where the moon was visible and the air was crisp. You snuggled under your blankets on your with your heaters on high but you had a bone chill that wouldn’t disappear easily. You shivered and wished Tim was there.

He had patrol. The city never slept and this was a prime night for crime. It was a perfect night. Or a Gotham perfect night anyways. He had given you a quick kiss and literally jumped off your fire escape. Your scream was caught in your throat as you watched him rappel away. It never got easier to watch. It didn’t help you sleep either.

Your eyes finally started to get tired and your comfort watch-a-hundred-times Netflix show wasn’t holding your attention anymore and you fell asleep. The street below was surprisingly quiet even.

You woke to the sounds of something or someone outside your window. You couldn’t see out because of the closed curtains. You quickly looked at your clock. It was only 2 AM. He was usually out until 4. You reached for the bat you kept by the bed and quietly stood up as the window opened. Your heart beat quickly and you clenched the bat. Tim had been very certain that you should swing on sight of an intruder. Use the element of surprise.

Legs slid into your apartment and you swung. Hard. A soft “oof” sounded and they grabbed your bat.

“Sunshine, it’s me! It’s Tim,” he whispered loudly. You relaxed. “Good hit though.” Groan.

“Sorry Timmy! Are you okay?” You asked turning on a lamp. He stood in his suit, his cowl still on. He pulled it off.

“I’m fine. I’m just glad you protected yourself,” Tim said pulling off his suit. He put it in the hamper and came up to you. He gave you a little kiss. You moved to hold his hips and he hissed and pulled away. You pulled back.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just kinda got shot today,” Tim answered lightly and you gasped. “It didn’t go through the suit though. I’m fine. Just a bruise. Not even a bone bruise. I swear.”

You looked at him in the lamp light and there was a blue bruise forming on his hip. “Timmy, what happened?”

“I didn’t duck,” he joked and you blanched. “Just some drug dealers. Red Hood was there and he took care of it. That’s why I’ve got the night off. Not the bruise. Sorta the bruise,” Tim grimaced as he climbed in bed.

“Red Hood then shot out their kneecaps and said that he’d shoot any criminals on sight if they were out tonight. Said it was ‘fucking Christmas so go the fuck home.’ So B thought it was best to have the night off of Red Robin,” Tim said laying flat. Your eyebrows rose at that one. He tried to hide a tiny groan as he adjusted to be more comfortable. You laid beside him careful not to touch him.

“Does this hurt,” you asked, gently leaning against his arm. You’d rather full on cuddle but you didn’t want to hurt him. Tim moved and pulled you close to him from the waist up.

“I’m okay. Don’t worry about me. It’s late. Let’s get some sleep,” he said rubbing his thumb on your back. You rested your head on his chest.

“Yeah, but I’m definitely worried about you because you got shot. Please, be careful,” you pleaded. He had a hard time looking you in the eyes. Guilt over making you worrying was a bitch.

“Of course, always. I’ll at least have patrol off for a few days. Give me a kiss,” Tim said hopefully. You leaned over and kissed him delicately like he was breakable. He was so strong but still only a human.

“If anything happens to you, I’ll beat Batman up myself.”

“That’s the nicest and most ridiculous thing you’ve ever said. We’ll hang out tomorrow, before the Christmas party, okay Sunshine?” Tim said with his eyes already closed. He was severely sleep deprived and wasn’t going to be up much longer.

“Sure, Tim,” you whispered as his breathing evened in sleep.

——————————————

All morning, you both laid in bed and watched tv. Tim tried to get a little handsy but his hip was in more pain than he had anticipated and one touch by your hand had him almost jumping out of the bed in pain. It really was black and blue. But this was a rare moment to just cuddle with him and you weren’t missing it for the world. Tim was on the phone most of the afternoon.

The weather had changed from nice to sleet but the time you were getting ready for the party. You had changed and were finishing your look. Tim was throwing on a sweater and watch you had gotten him for his birthday. He pushed his hair back before it flopped right back in place.

“You’re beautiful,” he said suddenly like he was finally watching you. He meant it as a compliment but it came out almost like ‘who knew?’ You gave him an eyebrow. “You know what I mean. You look great tonight,” Tim said with some pink around his cheeks.

“Thanks,” you said giving him a kiss on the cheek. He groaned and wiped the lipstick off his pale skin. You smirked. He walked over to the coat rake with just the slightest stiffness to his walk to show how bruises up he was.

“Are you ready? Don’t forget your coat. It’s nasty out there. I think we might have to stay over at the manor tonight,” Tim said grimacing. “It’s okay right now but if it gets worse..”

“You sure?” You asked. You didn’t want to miss it but if the weather was awful you didn’t want to chance an accident.

“Yeah we’ll be fine. I can drive through just about any weather,” Tim said with a wink. You grabbed your coat and left.

Nude hose was a bad idea. It was frigid outside. You should have worn the fleece lined thick tights you had considered as you were shivering in Tim nice red sport coupe.

Wayne manor couldn’t come in view fast enough and you happily ran up the stairs and in the house from the parking garage. Tim chuckled and then grimaced when he tried to catch up.

“Careful on your bruise,” you reminded him. He nodded. The house was much warmer than outside. Alfred warmly invited you into the study. Bruce, and Duke were already hanging out. They were talking about movies and Tim jumped in. He didn’t get much free time but when he did, he was a huge nerd.

Damian and his friend? Girlfriend? Walked in and started playing chess.

Dinner was served in the dinning room. Alfred always made amazing food. A traditional mushroom soup. Apparently Bruce’s mother had it as a Christmas tradition and, while the boys barely touched theirs, Bruce happily enjoyed it.

You saw Jason and his date before he cleared his throat from your seat at the table. Alfred was so happy and quickly ushered them to their seat at the table. Tim held your hand as often as he could as the meal continued. His long fingers stroked the inside of your palm in a soothing way. Whether it was for you or him, you couldn’t tell.

Down at the other end of the table, Dick said something loudly and it took you a second to realize what was going on. He was proposing. Tim had a little smile as Dick stuttered his way through his words. That was new.

She looked at the box in shock. She wasn’t going to say no was she?!? You couldn’t handle the stress and you gripped Tim’s hand tightly. Dick literally pleaded for an answer and that broke the spell she seemed to be under and she said yes.

Kisses. Applause. Champagne.

Tim lightly squeezed your hand that you had relaxed and he smiled at you. You both were young enough that a proposal wasn’t an awkward thing to watch. You were seen as just too young. Dick and his new fiancé retired for the night and the party was moved to the parlor.

You sat on a stool by the billiards table. Tim and Jason immediately began playing a game while you talked to his girlfriend and Cass.

“So if I win,” Jason said a full hour later. By this time, Damian’s girlfriend had fallen asleep on his shoulder and Bruce had announced the storm too bad to travel. “I get the penthouse.”

“Sure Jay. That’s Bruce’s. But I’m willing to gamble it,” Tim said throwing his hands up at the ridiculousness.

“I accept terms,” Bruce said. Both boys looked at him surprised. “Whoever wins gets the penthouse.”

Jason narrowed his eyes at Bruce and Tim gave you a wtf look but neither questioned the decision. Jason played seriously. He was a natural. His rough upbringing had him playing pool in many hazy bars as a kid as well as the occasional trip to a bar on the weekend he enjoyed regularly. Tim just didn’t have time to play games. Plus he had a nasty bruise on his hip. Jason won the game easily.

“So the penthouse is mine?” Jason asked. Bruce nodded and shrugged. Tim softly coughed in his hand.

“If you’ll live in it,” Bruce said. Damian was carefully carrying his girlfriend upstairs.

“Deal.”

“Deal.”

“I guess, deal?” Tim said confused. “Though you should owe me. You’re the one that got me shot.”

“What?! You got him shot?” You asked loudly. Tim blanched.

“Not my fault,” Jason defended.

“Literally your fault,” Tim countered.

“What did you do?” Jason’s girlfriend asked looking at him suspiciously. He offered her a sheepish smile.

“I might have said ‘what are you gonna do, shoot us?’ I meant me. Not Tim! He also has a bulletproof suit,” Jason said.

“That’s not in the report,” Bruce said slowly and both boys flinched.

“Good night everybody. Merry Christmas,” Jason said pulling his date from the room.

“We’ll talk tomorrow,” Bruce called down the hall. Everyone else took it as a cue that the party was over.

You moved upstairs to Tim’s old bedroom. A My Chemical Romance poster and Dragon Ball Z poster hung on the back of his door as the only personal items. You smirked at him when you saw it.

“I forgot that was there,” Tim groaned reaching for it. His pale skin was flush with embarrassment. You grabbed his arm.

“Leave it. It’s cute. It’s got personality,” you said with a laugh. He rolled his eyes.

“Yeah. A complete nerd,” he said looking away.

“And you think you’ve changed since? You wear Spider-Man boxers under your suit sometimes,” you whispered in his ear.

“How do you know that?”

“When I pull them off of you..” you winked.

“Speaking of, having a hot girlfriend isn’t exactly nerdy,” Tim said getting a little handsy.

“Are you trying to get laid in your childhood bedroom?” You asked fake scandalized. He pulled you closer.

“Maybe.”

“Very nerdy to try and get in my pants right now with anime posters on the wall, Timbers,” you said pulling him towards the bed and into a kiss before he could protest.

[lilxberry]

Rough Landing - Peter Parker

Synopsis;

Peter has a rough night on patrol and comes to you in quite the state. You help clean your clingy yet fidgeting spider-boyfriend with the promise of cuddles and something more if he behaves and stays still.

Warnings: Bit of language. Fluff. Implied smut (no actual smut ya nasty). INJURIESSSSS!

Words: 1,149

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (established relationship)

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A loud crash startled Y/N as she sat at her desk. She looked over at her window to see the red and blue web slinger fumble about outside her window. Shaking her head at his antics, she stood and crossed the room to allow her boyfriend access to her room.

“Jesus Parker, you scared the shit out of me.” She whisper-yelled at he boy now crawling through a window, releasing a pained ‘ow’ as he moves through the opening.

He closed her window behind him softly and stood, towering over her. “Ha, yeah, sorry about that.” He rubs the back of his neck as he tilts his head to the side, smiling sheepishly. “Rough landing.”

She sighed as she smiled up at him. “You’ll make me go grey at the age of bloody 16, dude.”

“You’d look hot with grey hair.” He flushes a dark red as he realisation quickly hits at what he had said.

“Awe, thanks Pete, I think I’d look pretty hot with grey hair, too.” She laughs as she takes in his appearance. “So, where’s the injury located tonight?”

“I-I-Injury? What injury?” He slightly stutters as he tries to showcase his self as cool and collected through his posture.

“Peter, I heard you say ‘ow’ as you came in. Now stop being a bitch and show me where it hurts.”

“Okay! Okay. No need for insults. I’m already hurt physically, don’t hurt me emotionally, too, babe.” He yields, adding a joke into the mix to lighten the mood, making the girl laugh. He hits the symbol at the centre of his chest, the suit soon falling to the floor, exposing hit bruised and cut up torso.

She leant down, examining his current state, evaluating what she should do with his injuries. “On the upside, these cuts don’t look too deep and it’s probably only going to take you a few hours to heal up those bruises.” Y/N straightened herself back out, sending him a small, reassuring smile. “Go sit on the bed.”

He nods and shuffles his way over to the inviting piece of furniture. He falls back on to the mattress with a soft ‘oof’, mindful of his injuries, as Y/N heads to her bathroom to collect peroxide, gauze and bandages.

She returns shortly after, arms full of first aid supplies, pile overflowing and almost falling free from her arms. She reaches the bed and opens her arms, dropping everything on to the bed next to the boy whose eyes are closed, arm draped over them, probably blocking out the harsh light in her bedroom.

After situating herself on her bed, she gently removed his arm from over his eyes. “Hey, I’m gonna start cleaning you up now, okay?” Peter gives her a small nod and watches her closely as she begins to focus on his injuries.

He hisses in pain, his jaw clenches as the peroxide touches the open wound. “I’m sorry.”

“No, no, no, it’s oka-ah, fuck!” 

She smiles at him sadly, hating seeing in him pain. No matter how many times he shows up looking like a dead dog, she could never get used to seeing the person she loves in so much pain. 

She notices the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. She leans down close to his face, admiring his features which are sadly twisted in pain and lays a gentle and tender kiss on to his lips. 

Almost instantaneously, he kisses back, bringing his hand up to hold the back of her neck, trying to deepen the kiss. She pulled back slightly, their lips brushing against each others as she let’s out an airy giggle. “Okay, eager beaver, let’s get you cleaned up first, yeah?”

He juts his bottom lip out in a pout, looking at her with pleading eyes. “But BABE, I wanna make out.”

Y/N rolls her eyes playfully. “You’re fucking impossible, you know that?”

“I prefer the term ‘difficult to handle’.“ He flashes her a cheeky smile, drawing a small smile out of the girl too as looks back down towards his banged up torso.

“As soon as I’m done cleaning up, we can make out, cuddle, whatever you want. But you gotta be patient AND NO COMPLAINING!”

Peter all but nodded his head eagerly, laying back and motioning for her to continue. She smiles down at him once more before picking the bottle of peroxide back up, dampening a spare bandage with the cleansing liquid before applying pressure to the area that needs cleaning.

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Y/N finally covers the last cut up with gauze and medical tape, huffing out a breath as she stretches her arm above her head, cracking her stiff back from lack of movement. “There. All done.”

Peter cracks an eye open and peers down at her handiwork, smiling to himself before shooting up and pouncing at his girlfriend, pinning her to the bed. He grins widely down at her. “Can we make out now?”

“Fine, I guess you deserve it after being such a brave boy!” She mockingly coos at him, snorting as he rolls his eyes.

He leans down slowly and captures her lips with his, nibbling at her bottom lip, asking for permission which she gladly grants. He slips his tongue in her mouth, quickly gaining control over the make out session. 

Her arms wrap around his neck, drawing him closer to her body as his tongue explores the inside of her mouth and his hands drag across her body, landing at her hips, digging his fingertips ever so slightly into the skin.

They break away for air, the need for oxygen to much. “You said we could do whatever I wanted if I didn’t complain, right?” He asks in a suggestive manner, biting his bruised, kiss-swollen lip.

“I sure did.” She giggles softly, looking up into his lust filled gaze.

“Good.” He smirks as he starts to attack her neck with open-mouth kisses, throwing the covers over them, causing her to release a final small bout of laughter.

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Y/N and Peter lay there together underneath her comforter, their bodies bare and sweaty. Her head resting on his chest, lazily drawing circles across his skin as his fingers tiredly ran through her hair. Their actions both lulling the other to sleep.

“I love you, Y/N/N, so much. Thank you for putting up with me.” He spoke softly, lips touching her hairline, pressing a small kiss to her forehead.

“I love you too, Pete.” She smiled lazily, pressing her face further into his chest, leaving a trail of kisses across his pecs.

Peter soon felt her breathing slow and even out, notifying him that his girlfriend has finally drifted of to sleep. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you, ever. I promise.” He whispered as she took a final glance down at the girl asleep in his arms before finally falling into a deep slumber himself.

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First Peter fic and honestly, I don’t hate it

I’ve still got a lot to learn when it comes to writing any form of fiction but I’m quite proud of some of the things I’ve posted so far

Anyways, I hope you enjoy

And, as always, constructive criticism and requested are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D

[kabira]

04 | solo

pairing — spider-man!vernon x ofc

featuring — joshua, yeji (itzy), felix (skz), yangyang (nct)

word count — 2.6k

genres — spider-man au, marvel au, fluff, action, angst, humor

warnings — one instance of profanity

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“You’re being a bitch.”

Vernon closed his locker’s door with a click before turning around, looking at the ceiling in exasperation when he heard the accusatory voice. There was a tube light directly above him, brilliant and blinding right in his sight. He turned away as quickly as he had looked up, blinking back the dark spots in his stinging eyes.

He didn’t bother acknowledging Lucy before making his way down the hallway, bag slung over one shoulder. His muscles ached from the previous night’s encounter—he’d ended up swinging around for longer than usual, long after the three had to go back to the Helicarrier for their bedtime. Knowing May wouldn’t be waiting up for him back home had made him a little careless, and the exertion during gym hadn’t helped.

“Don’t you walk away from me, mister!” Luce called behind him. When she saw that he wasn’t stopping, she blew air out of her mouth in irritation before jogging to catch up. “Vernon! What is up with you?”

The hallway was mostly empty, which wasn’t that surprising. He’d had to stay back in the lab to clean up his new partner’s chemical spill, which had, of course, been blamed on him instead. The old Parker luck. “I need to get home, Luce.”

“Do you?” she asked, and he looked at her out of the corner of his eye. A muscle in her jaw was working, tensing and relaxing at periodic intervals, her eyes fixed on some point in the distance. She was usually relaxed, but her current gait was constrained, like a coiled-up spring. “I saw how you nailed that new kid in gym today. You usually opt out of dodgeball, but—”

“He had it coming,” Vernon said dismissively, but his lips thinned. The new guy she was referring to was Yangyang, who did have it coming, because of his little incident in the cafeteria the day before. Maybe it was a little uncalled for, but Vernon still honestly believed he had deserved it at least a little bit. “And you’re not supposed to chew gum in the school.”

“Neither are you supposed to be mean to people for no reason, but we’re all sinners.” Luce shrugged, and he bit back a few choice words. She pushed through the door as they reached the exit, and he shielded his eyes against the hot midday sun that’s shone directly at them. “For real, though. You got him good—I’ve never seen you so hostile towards anyone save for Flash. Did Yangyang say something to you?”

For some reason, her knowing his name annoyed Vernon even further. “Did you get the answers to those questions yesterday?” he asked, switching the subject.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Very funny.” The laces of her converse were untied, a band pin on the lapel of her jacket wobbly, a few strands loose from her dark ponytail. He blinked, tearing his mind away from the little details of her appearance and tried to focus on walking. Left, right, left. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Yeah, well, I had a headache last night,” he said, grateful he didn’t have to hunt for excuses. His thoughts were already sluggish. “You can ask May.”

“I meant the one about Yangyang.” She paused, and he paused with her, taking a few steps before backtracking towards her. Her eyes were downcast, brow creased thoughtfully. Unconscious little gestures he knew like the back of his hand. Then she glanced up at him, right at him, so suddenly that when her eyes met his he swayed on his feet a little. “You don’t want to tell me, do you?”

I can’t, I’m sorry. But cryptic answers never helped. The last time he had tried withholding something from her that wasn’t his Spider-Man secret—the planned surprise party, for instance—she had persevered until he accidentally let it slip. Plus, she was sharp. A couple of new students, a few matching injuries, and she’d guess those three were superheroes right away. And where would he be then?

“It’s a guy thing,” he said instead, a little white lie he hoped would do the trick. Vernon raked a hand through his hair, pressing his lips into a smile as he squinted at her. “You’re going to embarrass me in front of all these pigeons.”

“The pigeons are half-dead because of New York’s air pollution, I’m pretty sure they have more important things to worry about than some guy’s adjustment problems,” she said, resuming her walk. He waited for her to pass him before following. “Look, I know the new kids are a sudden change after—” She bit the inside of her bottom lip. “Well. After…you know.”

All of a sudden, the atmosphere turned gloomier, as if a cloud had passed overhead. “Yeah,” Vernon said thickly, voice cracking. He cleared his throat. “Yeah, I know.”

Lucy glanced at him, and though he wasn’t looking directly at her, he could sense the regret in her eyes. “It must be difficult for them, too,” she said. “Joining a new school in the middle of a session, just a few weeks after…all that.” She shrugged, looking at him, and their eyes met. “There’s no harm in being decent.”

He looked away, feeling the lining of his stomach go hot-and-cold. Even a mention of the incident turned every sunny conversation into something dark and somber, even though it had been months already. The counselor/agent had tried making him open up about it as well, but he’d snapped at her, only to regret it right after. It was a difficult subject for him, especially since he felt at least partially responsible for what had happened—but he couldn’t tell Luce that without revealing more than he was supposed to.

“So you’re still trying to score an interview with Tony Stark?” he asked instead, trying to steer the conversation towards a different topic. “I still can’t believe the board’s letting you do that.”

“Honestly? I think the only reason they agreed to it is because then they won’t have to assign me to anything of real importance,” she said with a small laugh. “They think I can’t do it.”

“Can you?”

“I have my ways,” she said, a glint in her eye. “I’d tell you how, but it’s too dangerous to involve an innocent civilian in my plans.”

“Uh-huh.” He tried not to shake his head. Oh, the irony. “You don’t have to talk to Stark, you know. I’m sure there were other civilian witnesses to the Goblin incident.”

“Yeah, but their accounts have already been reported. I need a superhero for this job.” She blew a strand of her hair out of her eyes. “If not him, who else am I going to talk to? Spider-Man?”

He laughed awkwardly. “Maybe?”

“I think Stark might be easier than that.” She rolled her eyes. “That’s kind of the point of the mask.”

He looked at her in half-surprise, unsure what to feel. They had talked about Spider-Man before, of course, but only in passing. A masked vigilante wouldn’t really be central to their usual conversations. Still, he hadn’t expected her to say that. “Yeah,” he murmured, feeling oddly warm. “I guess it is.”

“Oh, look,” she said, stopping in her tracks again. Vernon raised his eyebrows, following her line of sight to a Daily Bugle billboard on the side of a tall building. “Jameson’s having a field day with those photos of the new guys.”

He took a long look at the screen, wrinkling his nose in distaste. “Why would you show me that?” he mumbled. On the top right corner of the screen was a blurry picture of him with Tiger, Nova, and Iceman, looking like a perfectly normal team of superheroes fighting crime—except for the leftover webbing clinging to Nova’s costume. Distractedly, Vernon wondered what Jameson made of that little detail.

“As a sighting in Queens last night reported, it seems that Spider-Man has now deemed it fit to invite even more of his delinquent partners into this city!” the man on the screen yelled. If Vernon tried hard enough, maybe he could even see little spit bubbles form in Jameson’s salt-and-pepper moustache during the passionate rant. “With crime rates already increasing steadily ever since the arrival of this masked menace, who knows what kind of mayhem the new additions to his team will spell for New York?”

Always the charmer.

“…anyway,” Luce muttered. She was frowning at the screen, but seemed unable to look away. “Who do you think those guys are?”

“Those guys?” Vernon echoed, awkwardly running his thumb along the strap of his bag. What could he say that would arouse the least suspicion? “They seem new.”

Nailed it.

“Right,” she mumbled, looking distracted, like her mind was far away—never a good sign with this one. “But, as I was saying, I know the past month’s been hard for you. It’s been hard for me, too, but you shouldn’t take it out on a few unsuspecting newbies when they don’t deserve it.”

Vernon kissed his teeth, choosing to stay silent. The last thing he wanted right now was more impromptu therapy, but he knew that trying to dissuade Lucy from speaking would only encourage her. The best he could do was shut up and let her have it.

“You know what’s helped me deal with it?” she asked, and he raised his eyebrows, wanting to get it over with. “Working. Ever since I joined the school newspaper, I’ve been able to keep myself busy. Distracted. I don’t want to sound like a mom, but maybe something like that could work out for you—like an after-school job or something.”

Oh, you have no idea. But he only shrugged, keeping his eyes on the billboard. He had been able to keep busy as Spider-Man, a well-needed distraction from the pain, but now with those three around, it wasn’t the good kind.

“Maybe,” he murmured, watching on as Jameson gesticulated violently onscreen. “We’ll see.”

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Vernon swung the drone trapped at the end of his web in a full circle before letting go, letting it fly through the training room into a collapsed structure of another laser. The drone exploded, sparking as it crashed, crushing the circuit of the lasers in the structure beneath it.

Dusting off his hands, he turned, facing the rest of his ‘team’-mates, who stood to one side, having been watching him as he single-handedly took on the subjects of their training session. He had been going at it for about half an hour now, and it had been strangely satisfying to get to throw stuff around for the heck of it.

Nova stood leaning against the wall next to the control panel, his arms folded over his chest. “You done yet?” he asked in a bored voice.

The drone Vernon had just disabled sparked again, shooting an angry red beam across the room. Vernon clicked his modified web shooters into condensed impact mode and webbed the drone again without looking. The drone crackled once, then its light went dark.

“I am now,” he said, dropping his arm. Felix watched him with bleary eyes as he turned and headed towards the exit, which slid open with a pneumatic hiss. “And since I managed to complete the mission objective solo, I think I’m going to head home.”

“Except you didn’t.” White Tiger landed in his path, executing a perfect handspring that arched high over his head. Her reflexes were as good as his—maybe even better, but he would probably never tell her that.

She crossed her arms, shifting her weight to one leg. Despite the mask covering her features, he could sense how peeved she was through the sheer annoyance radiated by her posture. “The objective was to disable the bots without alerting the security system. You trashed the drones and crashed the system, and the power failure would have initiated a manual site-wide search. If this had been a real mission, we would have been discovered by now.”

“Except this isn’t a real mission,” he said, equally annoyed. “If it had been, I’m pretty sure I would have been able to do the job easily. Six armed drones against one spider? No competition.”

“And this was supposed to be a team effort,” she snapped. “If this had just been a solo training session, I would have had no problem with you doing what you just did. But in case you forgot, the whole point of this is to prepare us for team combat in real situations, to help us learn to work better, together. Your taking on everything alone wasn’t heroic, it was an obstruction of the purpose of this entire thing.”

She took a step back, suddenly, as if reeling from a blow, though he hadn’t even moved. The training room had gone silent—granted, it hadn’t been very noisy in the first, place, but her voice had been so loud and her words so rapid that Vernon had forgotten the silence. Now it pressed down on him, like another layer to his suit.

She dropped her arms to her sides, fingers curling in and out slightly, her claws retracting under the white gloves. “I know it’s difficult for you having to work with someone against your will,” she said, “and I know you don’t like us very much. But that’s not a good enough reason for you to throw away everything we’ve been training for. If you’re not going to be nice, at least try to be civil.”

She turned on his heel and stalked out the door. Vernon watched her go, right up until the doors slid back in place behind her.

He turned around, only to find the other two staring back at him. “Way to go,” Felix mumbled.

“You totally got schooled right there,” Yangyang said, though he didn’t sound very amused. “You know she takes this training stuff more seriously than any of us.” He shrugged; arms still folded. “Gotta be more sensitive than that.”

“Stop it,” Felix snapped at him, looking annoyed. “She only cares about this so much because it’s the only thing she’s got. You’ve got the Guardians, and I have—had—the X-Men, and probably a bunch of other mutant organizations, like the Frost Academy or something,” he added the last bit in an undertone, “but S.H.I.E.L.D.—after she lost her family, this is the only place she can turn to. That’s her one chance at making it, but this doofus is refusing to cooperate. If it were me, I’d be pretty pissed.”

Vernon narrowed his eyes at him, but couldn’t find the strength to argue. Too much about what Felix had said hit right where it hurt. Losing someone you cared about, suddenly having nobody to turn to…he understood how bad that was. But losing your entire family and being displaced from your home? He couldn’t even imagine it.

The earlier annoyance had drained from his body like an ebbing tide, leaving nothing but a hollowness and that damned guilt that seemed to follow him everywhere like an annoying ghost. Oh, well, my fault for having a conscience.

Suddenly tired, he sighed, tearing his eyes from the mutant’s and looking resignedly at a spot on the wall. As much as he would like to have a reason to properly hate his new team, he knew he couldn’t really blame them for any of this. “Where do you think she’ll go?”

“Maybe you shouldn’t—” Yangyang started.

“Up top,” Felix answered, cutting him off. His irises were rings of ice, but when Vernon looked at him then, they seemed almost warm. “Take the elevator to the left. Make sure you don’t fall off the side—New York’s a long way down.”

[canonicallysoulmates]

🎃Halloween themed wincest fic rec🎃

This fic rec is, primarily, Halloween themed but you’ll also find some horror as well as just in general autumn themed fics all to, hopefully, get y’all in the spirit of the spooky season!

There’s all sorts of ratings, some weecest, a non-related Hocus Pocus AU, hopefully you’ll find something to your liking among all of these fics.

As always please head all warnings and tags as some of these fics do contain graphic and heavy topics. 

Happy reading, and Happy Halloween my fellow wincest shippers! 🎃

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Halloween 

Eight-Legged Freaks. by anniespinkhouse

Sam/Dean (Wincest) Outsider POV. Takes place early in season 8 but no particular spoilers except for Sam’s hair. Biddy owns a candy store. She also talks to spiders. When FBI agents Sam Smith and Dean Jones investigate a possible haunting, on Halloween evening, the consequence of Dean eating too much candy is disturbing. It’s a race against time for Sam to find a way to return Dean to normal.

The Rocky Horror Sam Show by RockSaltandCherryPie *

Sam goes to a Halloween party and dresses up like Frank N. Furter but ends up looking more like a girl than anything else.

the one that lives behind his heart by Addie_D_123 *

Dean is the spark, Sam is the fire.

The Witch's Dance by brimstonegold and virtualpersonal *

It's either coincidence, or irony, but Sam and Dean find themselves hunting for a witch at The Witch's Dance, a party being given at the local haunted mansion on Halloween. What they find is not the kind of dance they expected.

hell is empty; all the little brothers are here by bellaaanovak

Dean just wants to make the rundown house they’re squatting in look cool for Halloween, but Sam isn’t so excited about strangers in corny costumes knocking on the door for candy. Not when there’s a gang of ghouls wreaking havoc in the neighborhood, anyways.

Greaspaint and Fairy Dust by Syls Darkplace (sylsdarkplace)

It’s Halloween. Sam’s least favorite holiday, and what should be the investigation of a simple salt and burn goes awry when Dean gets caught with his hand in the candy cauldron.

Here is where you’ll stay by belyste

Sam, Dean, and haunted hayride. Halloween!fic. 

A Winchester Halloween by ello_kitty *

 A short story about how the brothers spend the holiday.

Triple XY Or The Hunter, His Bitch And Their Offspring by mpregloveranon

This is the answer to this Halloween!Prompt over at the spnkink_meme. Without reveal to much already I’ll just keep the summary really short. After being cursed Sam is knocked up by his brother. On Halloween he is heavily pregnant with triplets and completely miserable. Dean feels sorry for his baby brother, especially because he pissed the witch off who cursed Sam, and takes good care of him.   Throw in raging hormones, some schmoop, some angst and cute little kids and you’ll get the idea what this fic is about. ;)

Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps) by Ignited *

It’s Halloween, and the locals aren’t clued in to the fact that those things going bump in the night are much more than fabric and latex. Sam and Dean learn this fact the hard way as the clock winds down and a town’s about to be overrun by monsters.

The Witches of Salem by Revenant 

There's a legend in Salem, of three sisters accused and hung for the crime of witchcraft, but not before they had killed several of the local children and placed another under a terrible curse. It is said that on Hallowe'en night, when the moon is full, the witches will rise again when a virgin lights the Black Flame Candle.

A little over three hundred years later, Sam Winchester is passing through town trying out his newly awarded independence on what he suspects will be a simple salt-and-burn; why can’t things ever go like he plans?

Why not stay and be caught? by deirdre_c *

Sam wishes to go to The Palace.

Pretty Princess by orphan_account *

Sam is excited to go to a Halloween Party… And then his first heat hits.

Take a Good Look by BewareTheIdes15 *

Sam, Dean, and a haunted house with a mirror maze - sounds like pwp to me!

Kids These Days by Magz (sparklepocalypse) *

Halloween parties are never simple when there are Winchesters involved.

Thy Back to the Forest (and Thy Front to Us) by PetraPan *

For the last three years in Stillwater, Oklahoma, children have disappeared—always five young girls, always on consecutive days, and always during the week of Halloween. By the day the Winchester's pull into town, Sam is enrolled for school, he’s stuck once more on research duty, and Dean already has a date. Sam juggles his new schoolwork, the case, and the ever-growing bitterness at the desire he feels for Dean as best as he can, but at some point he can no longer manage all three. With their father constantly absent and a nasty time constraint, Sam and Dean struggle to figure out who—or what—is taking young girls, just as they struggle to find the balance between brothers and something more.

Sugar Sweet by fallingintodivinity

“What’s all this stuff?” Sam asks warily. He gingerly picks up a bottle of red fluid and squints at it.

“Fake blood!” Dean says cheerfully. “It’s cherry-flavored,” he adds helpfully.

“But why,” Sam says, bewildered.

“Dunno,” Dean says. “It was on sale. Tastes pretty good, actually. Here, lemme show you.”

Halloween by EasyTiga *

Sam and Dean go to a Halloween party for a case and at least one of them can't keep their mind on the mission because of the outfit choice.

Hush Little Baby by hellhoundsprey *

Together with his friends, Sam visits a haunted house. It's Halloween. (Sam is 16, Dean is 20.)

Halloween and High Schoolers by onesillygoose *

I'm realizing how bad my summaries are. Anyway... Sam gets invited to a Halloween party. Dean tags along. Things never go as they should for the Winchesters.

Pumpkin Patch by KissingWinchesters

It's Halloween and Dean decides to steal a giant pumpkin.

VII - One candy left by KissingWinchesters

There’s a piece of melting, sticky caramel pressed into the centre of Sam’s back.

Candy, Pumpkin Spice, And Orgasms by KissingWinchesters

Dean takes Sam to a quaint town on Halloween. Their relationship develops.

He Never Saw the Look by orphan_account

Sam's got a secret. He's in love with his big brother. Little does he know, Dean shares the same dirty little secret.

Pretty Little Thing by Miss_Lv *

Teenager Dean goes to a Halloween party for some fun, he spots a pretty little thing and chases her all evening, flirting, and eventually cornering her. Once his got his hands on her though he realizes she is actually a he, but he's fine with that. Sam snuck out after Dean just because he could, he picked a costume he knew Dean would never recognize him in. After spending the evening being chased by his brother Sam ends up in a semi public place with Dean all over him. Sam's stupid crush on his own brother is not helping matters either.

this way comes by estrella30 *

Written for spn_halloween based on prompt #127: Sam goes to a Halloween party his first year at Stanford and gets dragged off by a guy in a mask who makes out with him. He discovers it's Dean, and the making-out continues with a vengeance.

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Horror

Diamond Dogs by kassidy *

Prompt: Supernatural, Sam/Dean, werewolfism - one turns and takes the other down (interpret as you will) for dark_fest LJ comm

A Silent, Creeping Killer by lily rose (annabeth) *

Not long after Dean picks Sam up from Stanford, Sam and Dean go undercover as an engaged couple to investigate the murder of a lesbian hockey player in small-town Connecticut. Along the way, they meet dedicated lovers, frightening ghosts, and the possibility that their ruse might be becoming all too real. How will they handle their changing feelings for each other? Who will protect the lovers and tenants of the Windsor boarding house? And what does all this have to do with the play 'Arsenic and Old Lace'?

darling by allwellandgood 

Dean is dead. Sam has a theory that nothing will ever hurt again.

I Wonder as I Wander by dollylux

Bobby sends Sam and Dean to investigate a strange town.

Let Me Take You Far Away by orphan_account *

Season 10. It's exactly what they need. A vacation. That's how Dean can make everything else go away. Cas was right. That's all they need. A nice, little vacation.

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Fall/Autumn themed

Death of the Petals by doctor__idiot

Dean has always thought that fall held some sort of magic.

Where You Are [Is Where I Belong] by non_tiembo_mala

Sam is stuck in class on a beautiful fall day. His mind wanders and it always ends up on Dean.

Hazy Hunter's Moon by GhostlyVoid *

Sam saves a hunter who got attacked by a werewolf, knowing exactly what trouble he's inviting into his home. The hunter, Dean, is predictably less than thrilled owing his life to a witch.

Delicious Autumn by sammichgirl

Dean just wants to give Sam a great day full of some favorite things.

Autumn Leaves by dragonspell *

In the weak light of early morning, the autumn leaves are starting to paint the woods in reds and golds and a burning orange. On some level or another, Dean knows that it’s beautiful; he does. He's just got to find Sam first.

[the-everlasting-dream]

Cookies - The Perfect Cliche Part 3

A/N: Wow okay its been a YEAR since I’ve touched this but better late than never right? Idk who’s interested still so I’ll tag a few people. 

Tags: @ooo-barff-ooo​  @saivilo​  @burnsoslow​ @client-327​ @i-miss-trr​ @gkittylove99​  @tinkie1973 

‘Bitch you did what??’ 

‘I know I know,’ Elizabeth mumbled around the spoonful of ice cream in her mouth, dragging a hand down her face. ‘It just happened I just reacted and… I didn’t mean to hit him in the face.’ 

‘Yeah no one means to hit their insanely hot neighbour in the face,’ her best friend replied sarcastically. ‘What did he say? He must have been pissed!’ 

Elizabeth hesitated as she scooped another mouthful of raspberry ripple into her mouth, straight from the tub. ‘He actually let me use his shower after that.’ 

‘WHAT?!?’ Athena’s screech was loud enough to break the sound barrier and her eardrums. ‘You mean to tell me that you were naked in that man’s apartment while he was also in that same apartment? How did you not get laid?’ 

‘Are we forgetting how just moments ago I’d hit him in the face with a wooden spoon? And I feel so bad about that,’ Elizabeth rushed on before her friend could get a word in. ‘I made him cookies.’ 

‘Cookies?’ There was a snort over the line. ‘What are we twelve?’ 

 ‘What was I supposed to do? Offer him sex instead?’ She winced immediately, knowing she shouldn’t have given Athena the opening.   

‘You know I would have. At least if I was still single of course.’ 

‘What would you be doing if you were still single?’ A male voice could be heard in the background of the call followed by a string of giggles which Elizabeth could only assume was from his ticking his girlfriend. ‘Hey Liz.’ 

‘Hey Damien.’ 

‘Ready for the interview today?’ 

‘As I’ll ever be I guess.. I mean its just for the bar down the street.’ 

‘You’re gonna crush it babe,’ Athena chirped enthusiastically. ‘Go in there and give em Cece from New Girl vibes.’ 

‘Yeah we’ll come celebrate with you after,’ Damien promised. 

‘Thanks guys, I gotta go or I’ll be late,’ she replied, shrugging on her jacket as they chorused their goodbyes. Giving herself a once-over in the mirror, Elizabeth put on her most winning smile before grabbing the plate of cookies off the counter. Loudly knocking twice on the identical door from hers across the hall, she set them gently on the floor before rushing off to her interview. 

  - 

We have to talk. Tonight 8pm.

The single text message no doubt forecasting impending doom lit up Drake’s phone screen from where he’d left it that morning on the kitchen bench top. Cursing himself for forgetting it, he’d rushed back home to pick it up on his lunch hour, only to find a plate of cookies at his doorstep. Now it and the handwritten Sorry again! note from his neighbour Elizabeth — he could tell by the spider drawing — lay forgotten to the side as he ran a hand through his hair, sighing in frustration. 

Kiara was mad. Again. He’d fucked up again. Somehow. No amount of wracking his brain would do him any good now. Just when things were starting to improve, or so he thought. All he seemed to be doing was making her mad lately. 

Absentmindedly, Drake shoved a cookie in his mouth before thinking better and grabbing the rest to eat on the long trek back to the office. - ‘You got the job!’ Athena wrapped her friend in a bear hug. 

 Elizabeth chuckled wryly, ‘Its just a bartending gig, Thee.' 

‘Still! Its your first big girl job you got by yourself. No longer a debutante of the north, we’ve got a working city gal over here!’ 

 ‘Complete with a shitty boss and everything. Did you know he asked me if this is the highest neckline I own?’ 

Athena wrinkled her nose as they continued down the street. ‘Ew are you sure you want to work there babe? You know I could get you  a job at my magazine place right? Just say the word and I’ll make it happen.’ 

Elizabeth was already shaking her head. ‘Thanks again but no thanks. Like you said this is my first real job that I’ve gotten myself. If I’m going to be independent, I’m gonna have to take my chances.’ 

‘Well you’re a trooper,’ her friend announced, linking her arm through hers. ‘Anyway, this calls for a treat. Lets go out tonight! But first can we stop by your place? I gotta pee so bad.' 

-

Getting dolled up together was something Elizabeth didn’t realise she’d missed. Athena had moved to the city years ago and she was starting to think she should have done the same. 

 ‘C’mon Liz! D and Nadia are already waiting,’ her best friend yelled from where she was scrolling through her phone on the couch. 

 ‘I’m coming!’ she yelled back, applying that final coat of lipstick before pressing her lips together to make that perfect pout. Just as she stepped out of the bedroom, there was a knock at her door. Athena gave her a quizzical look before leaping up to answer it as she reached back into the room to grab her other earring. 

 ‘Is Elizabeth here?’ 

She poked her head out to see Drake leaning against the doorframe, tie hanging loosely around his neck, offering her a half smile. 

 ‘Oh.. Hey Drake.’ Her voice was breathy as she crossed the living room, trying to ignore Athena who was furiously mouthing something probably inappropriate from behind the door where her neighbour couldn’t see. 

He handed her the plate. ‘Thanks for the cookies. Came in handy today.’ 

Elizabeth swallowed as their fingers touched for a moment. ‘You’re welcome. I’m glad they did. So… um you done with work?’ 

‘Yeah. Might head out for a bit later. You look like you’re on the way out yourself.’ 

‘Yeah,’ she chuckled. ‘I got a new job so my best friend is taking me out to dinner.’ Why was she telling him this? Why would he care? 

 Drake nodded. ‘Well I’ll leave you to it.’ 

‘Thanks. And again I’m so sorry about the…’ Elizabeth gestured awkwardly at the fading bruise on his face. 

 ‘Don’t worry about it,’ he called over his shoulder, retreating back into his apartment. 

 She’d barely closed the door, before Athena pounced on her. 

'That’s him?? Thats the guy?!?' 

'Thats him.' 

 'You hit him in the face.' 

 'I did.' 

'I can’t believe you hit him in the face.' 

'I know.’ 

Athena suddenly shoved her roughly. ‘You should have invited him out with us! He said he was going out a little later anyway. C’mon girl!’ 

‘I can’t! He has a girlfriend for starters!’ 

 ‘Who from the sounds of it is halfway out the door!’ Athena licked her lips. ‘Did you hear his accent? Soooo sexy. Must be some kind of European..’ 

‘Beats me,’ Elizabeth deflected. 

 ‘Imma beat your ass if you don’t snatch him up soon,’ her best friend threatened playfully as they grabbed their bags. ‘Now come on Nadia’s already sent me seven text messages.' 

-

‘Whatever it is Kiki, I’m sorry,’ Drake began even before he entered Kiara’s lavish penthouse. ‘Its not you, its me. I’ll do better I promise.’ 

The elegant diplomat gave him a pointed look before turning on her custom Jimmy Choo’s as she lead him further into the apartment. ‘That’s just it Drake, I don’t think you can do better.’ 

His brow furrowed, shoulders sagging. ‘What do you mean?’ 

‘You heard me,’ she replied almost nonchalantly, flipping her hair over her shoulder. ‘I just got a call from Sara Burton, Alexander McQueen’s creative director. She’s uninvited me from her fashion show next week. The same fashion show I was supposed to take Princess Marguerite of Monaco to as part of our efforts to broker a trade with her country. Do you want to know what reason Ms Burton gave me?’ 

She barely paused, steading herself against the mantlepiece before continuing on. ‘She told me that you were drunk at her show last week and told one of her aides that her entire collection looked better as fishing tackle than as clothes.’ 

Drake snorted without a hint of remorse. ‘I stand by what I said. No one on God’s good earth needs a fishnet jumpsuit. No one.’ 

 He instantly regretted the words as Kiara’s face flushed with anger. 

‘Mon Dieu! You don’t understand! You never did! This is not about the outfits, its about grace and finesse and being strategic in what you say and do. My parents warned me about you. They said you couldn’t handle the pressures of the nobility and sooner or later you’d only bring me down with you.’ 

He tossed aside the roses and chocolate, a belated peace offering. ‘Bring you down? Is that all I am to you Kiara? An accessory to your status? A means to an end?’ 

Her eyes narrowed in fury. ‘Don’t you do that! Don’t you dare twist my words like that when I’ve done nothing but make you comfortable with who I am for our entire relationship.’ She sucked in a ragged breath. ‘You think yourself above all the flattery and finery, living by your own rules but what your arrogant ass forgets that some of us make our livelihood to protect king and country this way.’ ‘

Don’t hit me what that holier-than-thou bullshit now,’ Drake interjected. ‘You know just as well as I do that shit is just a farce. Just ass-kissing and brown nosing your way to the top to get where you want to be.' 

‘If that’s what you think I do, then you never knew me at all,’ Kiara declared with finality, tears shining in her eyes before she turned away from him. ‘Let’s stop fucking pretending, shall we? We’re way too different for this to work. Everyone else can tell. We’ve only been fooling ourselves for the last three years.' 

‘Kiara…’ He came up behind her, so close but not touching. Was she really doing this? 'How did we get like this Kiki?’ He asked, barely daring to whisper. ‘Surely we can figure this out...' 

‘We can’t.’ When she spoke, her tone confirmed what he knew all along. ‘What we had died out a long time ago.' 

 ‘Kiara please..’ Drake could hear the desperation in his voice now. ‘Please don’t do this.’ 

 ‘It’s done, Drake. We’re done.’ 

 ‘Ki-‘ 

‘Please leave.’ 

She didn’t even turn around. Drake hesitated for a moment before obeying. In the elevator, frustration broke and he punched the walls hard enough to make the lights flicker. As soon as the bell dinged for the ground floor, he headed towards the nearest bar. 

- Elizabeth was still smiling when she unlocked the door to her apartment. She had needed the dinner with her friends more than she’d realised. Now for a goodnights sleep before her first shift at the bar tomorrow... 

A loud banging on her apartment door woke her up hours later, shaking her out of a deep sleep. Her bleary eyes found the clock reading 1.51am. More banging followed by someone yelling. 

 This is how I die. Alone in avocado pjs, strangled to death in my own bed by a lunatic who’s probably the Zodiac killer reincarnated. 

Whoever it was didn’t seem to plan on stopping. She debated with herself for a moment longer before hastily reaching for her robe, turning on each light in the apartment as she passed it, grabbing a wooden spoon for good measure as she passed the kitchen. The sounds were clearer now, it almost sounded like someone was moaning in pain. As she inched closer Elizabeth was able to hear a word, a name. 

 'Kiara..' 

Why did that name sound so familiar? 

 Just then her door handle started jiggling and she brandished her weapon more fiercely ready to strike. Before she had time to react, it burst open to reveal... her neighbour Drake. 

Clearly drunk off his face, he stumbling into her living room, swearing as his shoulder caught against the doorframe. The impact sent him teetering precariously but somehow he still managed to keep his balance, moaning out Kiara’s name as he peeled off the henley he was wearing. Wrestling to take it for a second, is knees buckled and he sprawled face first onto her couch. 

 Elizabeth remained frozen and to anyone passing by must have looked quite comical, standing shock still in her pyjamas, hair in a messy bun and eyes bleary from sleep with wooden spoon raised in the air above her head. It wasn’t until Drake let out a snorting breath that she was shocked out of her stupor. 

Ohmigodohmigodohmigod. What the hell just happened? 

Her very attractive neighbour was on her couch, shirtless and blackout drunk at 2am. 

What the hell New York?? 

Elizabeth did the first thing she could think of. She dialled Athena then immediately hung up. 

 Its freaking 2am woman. Get a grip. 

 Taking a deep breath, she shook her head coming to her senses that there was nothing she could do about it now. Placing a glass of water and an aspirin on the table beside Drake, she turned off all the lights and crept back to her bedroom, shutting the door for good measure. - He must have forgotten to close the damn blinds again because it felt like the sun itself was shining on the other side of his eyelids. His head was already throbbing and when he swallowed, his throat felt like sandpaper. Blinking grains of dust out of his eyes, Drake gradually came to his senses and his vision cleared to reveal the words of a graphic tee with an avocado on it, reading Hardcore. 

  Wait… This wasn’t his apartment! 

He shot up to a sitting position, the action making him nauseous as the pounding in his head only intensified. 

 ‘Rough night?’ 

A woman’s voice took him by surprise and with effort he turned to see the owner of the avocado shirt, his neighbour Elizabeth sitting on the armchair across from him...

[dreaming-of-assclass]

Hi! Can I please have some Karma and Sugino friendship beadcanons? ❤

*cracks knuckles* I’ve been waiting so long for this...😤💚

I literally adore this friendship! Definitely my fave Karma relationship (next to Kayano uwu).

I guess I could sum it up as...Sugino is such a popular, friendly, socially intelligent guy. Karma is “cool,” edgy, and very socially awkward. They’re literally the most iconic type of sitcom duo

Anyways, sorry I was freaking out for a sec there 😅

So...they get off to a rocky start, but I imagine they get super close over the year. At first Nagisa is kinda a middle man, but eventually, they can hang out and vibe without him around.

Sugino overcomes his prejudice and biased view of Karma, and sees the good qualities in him. His respect for Karma grows and he thinks of him as a trustworthy guy.

Karma thinks Sugino is ingenuine at first, but realizes he’s just purely nice. Sugino is very honest and easy to talk to, which is great for someone like Karma, who doesn’t trust people easily at all.

Now...for some headcanons hehe

Sugino is one of the few people that Karma will voluntarily help with studying. He may joke that Sugino owes him a favor or needs to supply him with wasabi or some shit, but he’s honestly just doing it bc Sugino is a close friend.

They’re the most confrontational in Group 4 and may end up verbally disagreeing just bc of their clashing personalities at times. Except it’s usually with little things, like directions, what to do, etc.

(In the future) Everytime Karma is mistakenly given the opportunity to drive, Sugino is such a backseat driver. He’s legitimately scared sometimes that Karma will kill someone...

They fight over the aux, and Karma somehow manages to get it every single time.

Sugino has accidentally hit him in the head with a baseball far too many times...Karma can’t even get pissed bc they are accidental.

Whenever they’re paired in PE, neither of them are taking it seriously. They’re just messing around so much bc it’s honestly so lighthearted. When they do take it seriously, it’s always an interesting match. Karma has faster reflexes, but Sugino beats him in agility. Sugino also has more raw strength, but Karma is a quicker thinker.

Sugino is canonically very talented at a lot of things: sports, art, acting... Karma jokes around that Sugino might finally beat him as the Class Talented Genius, but it’s not out of jealousy at all. It’s his way of complimenting Sugino and showing his support.

Surprisingly...Karma doesn’t ship Sugizaki. Of course, they’re both his friends, but he’s still way closer with Sugino. And he can’t help but see the delusional fantasy Sugino is living in where he puts Kanzaki on a pedestal. It bothers Karma but he isn’t sure what to say. He just hopes Sugino gets over himself eventually, but in the meantime, he’ll quietly support him.

The two of them and Maehara are the ones to come up with “get-rich-quick” schemes...they always invite Isogai but he just sighs and says “Don’t break anything. Don’t kill someone. Or each other.”

They once make a bet with each other that neither of them can indulge in their guilty pleasure for a week, and whoever caves first loses and has to do something embarrassing. Karma can’t eat any junk food or sugar, and Sugino can’t touch a video game. They constantly bait each other during the week while they’re both losing it. Sugino eats snacks in his face, including his precious strawberry milk. Karma rubs it in his face that he could afford the newest version of Sugino’s favorite game. They eventually end it without either of them lasting the week, and tackling each other in a fight. Group 4: “I literally can’t with these dumbasses”

They end up in a ballet class together with Kimura. It was suggested by Korosensei that it improves their balance and skills, but Karma shrugged it off and Sugino said he’ll pass. A couple days later, they change their mind bc dammit, Isogai and Maehara beat them AGAIN. They drag Kimura too bc why not, athletes and chuuni’s stick together. They leave having great ballet skills, and return to assassination. But Isogai and Maehara still be winning 😔

Karma is shook at first in the beginning of their friendship when he notices how many times Sugino nearly jumps into fights/starts shit. He brings it up, and Sugino just sheepishly responds “Oh you know, I only do it when my friends are being messed with. I really should handle things better though.” And Karma just stares at him like ?? “No Sugino don’t change. Now that I hear that, I finally have some respect for you lmfao.” And Sugino is like “oh cool! ...wait that was an insult.”

But that really is a part of Sugino that Karma respects and appreciates a lot. He knows that Sugino has got his back whenever he needs him there, whether it’s assassination, street fights, etc.

Sugino is a chaotic well-meaning idiot, but Karma never wants to use him as a minion like Terasaka. He’d prefer Sugino by his side, like a right hand man, with his support close by.

Karma lives to scare Sugino with his edgy stories, but of course, that goes away the longer they know each other and become friends. Sugino just either accepts it or eggs it on. Karma: “what if I drop this spider onto your head and it infects your mind?” Sugino: “do it bitch.”

Both of them get the same present format for each other on their birthdays. One joke/prank gift and one useful/practical gift.

I HC that Sugino becomes friendly with Gakushuu too at some point, so whenever the rivals are being petty and ready to kill each other, Sugino is just like :D

It’s a pain doing laundry at his apartment since his family has so many clothes and sweaty sports gear to wash, parents are usually busy, their machine doesn’t work sometimes, and he hates leaving things to air-dry... So Karma lets him wash his stuff at his house UwU

Karma always makes sure to watch his baseball games in the future. Not in person all the time, and not the whole game, but at least a couple minutes of the screen. Just to make sure Sugino is doing alright. If he’s having a bad day and isn’t in the lead, Karma texts him like “wtf u better win bitch >3” and Sugino replies “ur right but fuck u”

Karma has a field day whenever girls are flirting with Sugino and he’s so oblivious. Over the years, he has: pretended that he was Sugino’s boyfriend instead and “back off hoes,” basically arranged dates for him just out of fun, and catfished Sugino (as adults)

Sugino’s home isn’t perfect at all, his family is far from perfect. But it’s still way better than the emptiness that Karma is surrounded by. So he invites Karma over a few times for dinner and such, and Karma appreciates it a lot. He also bonds with Sugino’s wild little brother and they create so much chaos.

Sugino can’t trash talk at all, and Karma tries to teach him but it doesn’t work. He’s too wholesome, and Karma just gives up after ten minutes of hearing harmless, stupid shit come out of Sugino’s mouth.

Overall, they’re the Iconic, Talented, Sitcom Duo with so much comedy potential. I love this friendship so much!

[azulashengrottos]

Ahhh I’ve been so lazy finishing these! I’ve had them in my wip folder for like two weeks now. Have some Hollowelle busts in their dorm uniforms!

Also if anyone is curious, I’m gonna ramble about them under the cut and go more in depth to their personalities and relationships with each other!

Alright so in general, Hollowelle members have an affinity for games and have unusually high luck with chance. They also tend to have a fondness for the weird and creepy!

Oswald Umberstitch: Dorm leader for Hollowelle. Usually goes by Oz for short. Smug bastard man. He’s got a playful personality and enjoys lightly teasing  and pranking people. He may seem like an asshole but he genuinely likes making others laugh.

Loves games of chance, especially ones involving dice. Do not let him anywhere near a casino. The police will get called and he will get people arrested. Did I mention he’ll use any underhanded method he can to win at games? He even cheats just for the fun of it even if he’s going to win anyways. He constantly prides himself on always playing by the rules and encourages others to do the same. Don’t listen to him. This is a lie. He’s very competitive and a horrible winner. He’ll brag and rub his win in your face like an asshole. On the other hand if he happens to somehow lose, he’ll throw a temper tantrum and accuse you of cheating like a filthy hypocrite.

He loves creepy crawlies! He makes friends with all the local snakes, spiders, bats, ect. He’s very talented at sewing and makes creepy little voodoo looking dolls as a hobby! He thinks they’re adorable but most people find them creepy. If he really likes you, expect to get one as a gift! He also hates Christmas with a burning passion lol.

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Loki Carmine: Energetic and brash personality! He likes to be active either playing sports or practicing magic. He’s friendly enough, but would not hesitate to stab a bitch. He’s got the biggest temper out of the four and has a short fuse. He gets into childish petty arguments with Beryl a lot, but Sebastian and Oswald aren’t immune either. Brutally honest to a fault and tends to piss other people off with this fact. He’s unabashedly blunt. Can also be kind of a dumbass despite his high grades.

He loves food. He claims he eats so much to keep up with his active lifestyle to save face. He’s really just a glutton. Beryl’s cooking is his favorite. One of his favorite things to do is have campfires in the courtyard and roast marshmallows! He loves having people to do this with, so if you’re close, he’ll definitely invite you! He’s also a sore winner when it comes to games and likes to rub it in your face. Fun! He beat Oswald once at poker and has never let him live it down. He’s jealous of Sebastian’s position as vice dorm leader, but also respects Oswald’s decision in choosing him. Honestly Oz consults all three of them before making tough decisions anyways. Sebastian’s vice dorm leader title doesn’t really mean anything.

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Sebastian Beldam: Vice dorm leader for Hollowelle. Polite and relaxed personality! He’s willing to get along with just about anyone. He cannot handle idiocy or people with no common sense for the life of him though. He just gets this “done with life” look on his face and wishes he had a bottle of alcohol. Beryl and Loki are guilty for making him have this reaction fairly often. He complains a lot about those two being morons lol. He’s the smartest out of the four of them.

The best mediator. He breaks up arguments between their group and keeps the peace when he isn’t involved himself. His best subject is alchemy and he’s very talented at brewing potions. He loves the occult! He has a large collection of supposedly cursed and haunted objects that he’s very proud of. He loves showing it off to people he’s friends with. He can’t cook for shit and he’s no longer allowed in the kitchen when food is being prepared. He thinks this rule is ridiculous and stupid. He’s the he worst at games out of the dorm. He often refuses to play but if they make him and he loses, he sits there pouting and makes petty comments the rest of the night.

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Beryl Marrow: Lazy and easygoing personality! He’s incredibly easy to get along with and has the most friends outside of Hollowelle. Seriously, he’s a sweetheart. This does not apply to the other three lol. He can totally be a mischievous little shit to them and often gets into arguments with Loki and Sebastian. He does have a cunning side that may slip out from time to time, which comes as a shock to anyone that hasn’t seen it before. He has a lot of trouble sleeping, so he almost always has dark circles under his eyes. He relies on one of the other three to wake him up in the mornings because he more often than not sleeps through his alarms.

He doesn’t do the best in his classes, but his teachers love him regardless because of his personality. It isn’t that he’s not smart or anything like that, he just hates studying and doesn’t care enough to apply himself. Surprisingly he’s an amazing cook! He often makes meals and snacks for the other three and will gladly share with his friends. Expect gifts of food often if you’re close! He collects bones, as totally creepy as that is and has an odd fascination with anatomy and biology. He could easily ramble for hours about the topic. Those are the only two subjects he gets good grades in lol. He’s the best at games next to Oswald. Not necessarily a sore winner, but he gets the subtlest smug smirk on his face that infuriates the others.

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Random Ramblings: All four of them get along really well. Loki, Sebastian and Beryl have been close since they were toddlers and they all grew up in the same neighborhood. The trio met Oswald in middle school and looked up to him as a senior. He was happy to befriend them and act as an older brother figure from that point on since they were all so similar.

Oswald playfully teases the trio but if anyone else does it he’d fight them. Same goes for the trio about each other. They’re all very close knit. The trio likes to suck up to Oswald and they constantly try to one up each other over who gets the most praise.

Beryl and Loki argue the most between the group but anyone can tell they aren’t being serious about it. Any serious fights are resolved quickly.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #290

“you’re a little pistol, & i’m fuckin’ pistol-whipped.”

What’s the biggest argument you’ve ever had with a family member? Did things ever go back to how they were beforehand? Definitely something with Mom. The biggest was probably in the car one night where she got so mad at me that she tried to kick me out of the car. No, I didn't listen. I don't really remember exactly what we were arguing about... other than it was something small that blew up about bigger themes. Have you ever experienced some kind of natural disaster? Hurricanes. If you have pets, do you feed them human food or do they just get regular pet food? If they do get human food, what’s their favorite thing to have? Roman only gets cat food. He's actually really well-trained about not taking human food after he did once as a kitten. Now he might just sniff around curiously and give it a look, but food can be pretty close to him and he doesn't go for it. Have you ever been in a physical fight? Who won? No. What were you lighting the last time you used a lighter or matches? Probably a candle. What’s the mode of transport that you take or use the most? Mom's car. Are there any sequels to things that you prefer to the original? I'm sure. Oh, Shrek comes to mind; I love the original, but the second is my favorite. What games do you play on your phone, if any at all? Just Pokemon GO, really. I have a couple others up there just for my niece and nephew to play. Aside from family, who was the last person you spent time with? How do you know that person? miss rona doesn't allow "hanging out." Do you spend a lot of money on your appearance? No. Have you ever had a zoo keeper experience or anything where you’ve been able to go behind the scenes and look after/feed the animals? I wish! :( Do you have an item that is your good luck charm? No. Your favorite thing about your job (or school)? N/A Least favorite thing about your job (or school)? N/A Do you have a "funny" toenail? No. Favorite canned soup? Meh, not a soup person. Do you have a particular coffee mug you drink from? No. Your take on declawing cats? It's cruel as fuck and you're despicable if you think it's all good and well to torture your cat like that. Do you have smoke detectors in your home? Yeah. What was your favorite snuggle toy when you were a child? First it was my little stuffed bunny that held a polka-dotted blanket, but through most of my childhood I cuddled a stuffed moose I got from Ohio at Cabela's. Brownie is still on top of my dresser. :') What did you do on your first date? Got Sonic and saw Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance in the theater. I had the weirdest first date in that he invited my mom lmao. I still count it as our first one, though. The last time you let someone go, was it to make yourself happy or them? Myself. Who was the last person that could tell something was wrong with you? My ma. Have you ever thought about online dating? If so, were you desperate? Well I had a long-distance relationship, but it wasn't through a dating app or anything. Had one of those once and am mortified by it (even though no one shoud be), but no, I wouldn't have called myself "desperate." I was just incredibly lonely. Do you try not to take a lot of medicine or do you take it whenever? I just take it if I need it, honestly. I've been medicated pretty heavily most of my life, so whatever. Are you ever scared of people reading your survey answers? I wouldn't put them out there if I was. Would you ever go back to your most recent ex? That's the plan if things go ideally, but I'm not letting my hopes get too high. It'll be nice if that happened, but I'll still live on if not. What’s your best friend’s pet’s name(s)? She has lots of pets. There's Martha, Crowley, Little Dot, Jane Marie, Doris, Buster, Mango, and for her fish, I only know the one pleco's name: Raisha. When was the last time you got a splinter? I'm not sure. 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If your partner suggested it, what would you say? Not for me whatsoever, but it works for some people. I'd honestly leave the relationship because I'd feel like I wasn't good enough. Would you ever date out of your race? I have before, would do it again with no problems. Have you ever had a reptile for a pet? Oh, plenty! Did you have a swing set when you were a kid? Yes. Swings were my favorite outdoor "toy" as a kid. What is a book that you really want to read? The Testaments by Margaret Atwood. I fucking adore The Handmaid's Tale and I literally have the book, I'm just too into WoF to make time for it. What is something that you really want to try, whether it’s a hobby, food, etc.? A lot of things. I guess to name one... wow, now that I'm actually thinking, nothing is coming to me, lmao. What sort of things do you like to post or look at on Tumblr? Mark-related stuff, what a shocker. What type of people are you usually attracted to? "Different," but not in a super weird-you-out way. I like clearly unique, truly one-of-a-kind people. What song are you listening to at the moment? "Watching For Comets" by Skillet is on. I'm surprised I feel okay listening to it. How often do you take naps and how long do they usually last? Almost daily. They can be an hour or two... embarrassingly, haha. Who’s one person who changed how you viewed something? Hannah Hart on gay rights. How many pillows do you like to sleep with? Two. What was the best conversation you’ve had recently? I dunno. Have you ever considered modeling? Nooooooooooo sir. When was the last time you did something daring? ME? DARING? Who in the world knows. List five of your favorite foreign foods. Uhhhh. 1.) This requires a lot of thinking and 2.) I'm very uninformed in what is *actually* truly foreign food that I've eaten and not just an American adaptation. I'm not very adventurous with foods, either, especially when I know it's "foreign." What types of seafood are your favorite? I just like shrimp. 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Maybe my nephew when he and his dad visited? idr What was the first comic book you ever had an obsession over? I was never into comics. Do you like kids pop-up books? BITCH you are LYING if you say you don't like looking at the cool effects lmao. Have you ever ridden a camel? No. Have you ever punched somebody? No. Can you sing opera? Oh, definitely not. Who was the last person you video-called with? Have you done this more often since COVID hit? My therapist, and you could say that, considering I never did before because I hate video calls. If you have pets, when was the last time one of them annoyed you? What happened? Roman (my cat) was just playing too rough with my hand. He's always hyper in the morning. When was the last time you took a dog out for a walk? Is this your own dog or did you borrow someone else’s? Wow... it's been many years. 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My hand-eye coordination is awful, and hell no can I run. Are you good at rapping? I've never tried, but I'm certain I wouldn't be. I stutter so badly, and it's been getting worse. Can you say the alphabet in more than one language? I know it in German. Do you eat three meals a day? It varies. What do you want out of life? Fulfillment. To feel like I did something worthwhile.

[kiddoryder]

Little Maude

Hey guys! I know it’s been a long time since I wrote a fanfic but a lot of stuff happened but I think I got that spark back! 

Anyway, this story is about Charlie and the others finding an old movie with a unusual curse. 

So relax and enjoy the story! 

At the hotel Charlie and the others were cleaning the hotel. They feel like if they clean up the hotel, they could get more patients to come. Angel come in with boxes and look annoyed. 

 Angel - “Isn’t it Niffty’s job to clean? She is the fucking maid for crying out loud.”

 Charlie - “Well yes, but she can’t do ALL the cleaning by herself.”

 Niffty - “Beside it’s all great that we are helping out and giving this place a woman touch since we are all women! Well, expect for Husk but still!”

 Husk grumbled and he was throwing out his beer cans and bottles. 

 Vaggie - *looking at them* “Geez how many bottles and cans do you have?”

 Husk - “Heh. I got enough to build a fucking boat. Beside I got some new ones.”

 Angel - “Okay I got some trash we can throw out.”

 He puts it down and Vaggie sees it has her clothes inside. 

 Vaggie - Hey! These are my clothes!”

 Angel - “Yeah like I said: Trash.”

 Charlie - *stern* “Don't be mean Angel.”

 Vaggie - *give the box to Angel* “Take this stuff back to my room now!”

 Angel - *annoyed* “Ugh, fiiine…*under his breath* Nagging bitch!”

 Vaggie - *angry* “I heard that!”

 Angel - “Good!”

 Vaggie - *angry* “Hijo de puta!”

 Then the door knocked, and Charlie said:

 Charlie - “Oh! That’s probably Sonya. Hope you don’t mind, I invited her for extra help.”

 Charlie went to the door and opened it. Sonya was standing there smiling due to happy visiting her favorite cousin. 

 Sonya - *smiled* “Hey Cousin Charlie!”

 Charlie - “Hey baby cousin!”

 They both hugged each other, and Charlie led her inside the hotel. Sonya and Liz (in shadow form) saw a lot of boxes of junk to either keep or throw away. 

 Sonya - “Damn you guys got a lot of crap.”

 Charlie - *chuckled* “Well we do need to get rid of shit in order to keep the hotel going.”

 Niffty - *popping out* “That's right! We really need to give this a lady touch because nobody would want to stay in a place that’s filthy. Especially me and men!”

 Husk - “Yeah so get your shadow and use your muscle or magic Little Boy.”

 Sonya - *annoyed* “I’m a girl.”

 Husk - *shrugs* “Whatever.”

 ()()()()()()()()()

 Charlie and the others continue to clean up. Sonya came in with some boxes and saw a lot of movie tapes and began to look at them. 

 Sonya - “Man I never realized Uncle Lucifer got so many movies.”

 Charlie - “Well Dad does love movies. In fact, he likes all kinds of movies…*gets an idea* Hey! Why don’t we have a movie night?”

 Vaggie - *smiles* “A movie night does sound nice Hun.”

 Angel - *smirks* “I know what movie we can watch.”

 Charlie - “ANGEL! No!”

 Angel - “What?”

 Charlie - *whispers* “Sonya and Liz are here.”

 Angel - “What? All I was going to say all I do is hugs and kiss and-“

 Vaggie - *threateningly* “Don’t day it!”

 Angel - *smirks* “And sucking some long ass dicks!”

 Charlie - *dismayed* “Aaand there it is.”

 Vaggie - *angry*  “Angel I swear to Charlie's dad I will fucking castrate you with a lawnmower if you don't shut your dirty damn mouth!”

 Angel - What? I was just speaking the truth. Besides, they are old enough to know. At age 11 that’s almost an adult.”

 Vaggie - *annoyed and pinching her nose* “Just. Shut. Up.”

 Husk - “You know the spider freak actually good fucking point. Watching that kind of movie can help the boy reach manhood at an early age.”

 Sonya - “Okay first of all, I’m a girl and second Liz and I don’t wanna watch ANY of Angel’s movies. We don’t need to be traumatized for life.”

 Charlie - “We just need to decide on what movie to watch. I’m sure my Dad have some pretty good movies in here.”

      She began to look and saw one tape that said in capital words in blood type words : LITTLE MAUDE DO NOT PLAY. The others looked at it and Niffty said:

 Niffty - “OOH! That one look like a horror movie! And I actually enjoy horror movies because I watch them with Alastor. Too bad he’s not here and is away on a trip.”

 Vaggie - “I don’t think we should play this.”

 Angel - “Wait Wait what if it a horror movie?”

 Vaggie - “If something has "do not play" crudely written in marker, you DON'T play it. Have you never watched a horror movie??”

 Angel - “Yeah they aren’t that scary. I mean I done WAY scarier stuff then they show even in my own movies.”

 Vaggie - “But we still shouldn’t watch it.”

 Charlie - *unsure* “I don’t know I mean it could be a prank. Dad is known to be a bit of a prankster.”

 Sonya - “Yeah that’s true. He once pranked my Dad making him watch a corny love movie. Liz thought it was funny though.”

 Charlie - “We’ll let just check out this movie to see what it is.”

 ()()()()()()()()()

          After setting up the TV, Charlie and the others was in the main room sitting on the couch. Angel had a bowl of popcorn and was eating it. Charlie put the tape in and the tv was staticky for a bit until it was fix. The movie showed a black and white film and it also show stage and a little girl came out to dance. The little girl looked creepy and was wearing a messy dress, and chains on her wrist, her ankles, pigtails, rosy cheeks, and a big smile on her face.

 Girl - “Guess who?! It’s Little Maude!”

        Little Maude began to dance, and the others were looking confused and uninterested in the movie. 

 Husk - “What the fuck is this shit?”

 Niffty - “It does look rather boring. There’s no men.”

 Sonya - “Yeah this look rather lame Cousin Charlie.”

 Angel - “I can see why ya Pops don’t want you playing this Princess: it’s boring as fuck.”

 Vaggie - “It looks like it’s from the 1920 or 30s.” 

 Sonya - “I never heard of Little Maude before. Look like she enjoys dancing.”

 Charlie - “That's all she's doing. And it's getting boring. Okay how about "I know what you did last summer"?

 Vaggie - “Good idea.” 

 Charlie was about to turn it off but then for some strange reason she couldn’t. She kept pressing the reject button, but it wouldn’t get out and it was frustrating her. 

 Charlie - *frustrated and confused* “That's weird it’s not letting me turn off.”

 Sonya - “Try unplugging it.”

 Charlie - “Good idea.”

 Charlie went to the back of the tv to unplug it. However once she touched the plug, Charlie began to get electrified. Then she was thrown on the ground a bit dizzy and her hand was a bit burned. The others ran toward her to see if she was okay. 

 Vaggie  - *angry* “Angel! Did you cut up the cable again!?”

 Angel - *defensive* “Not this time! And last time it was for a prank. For you, not for Charlie.”

 Vaggie - “You're still a suspect.”

 Little Maude - “I’m afraid you can’t turn me off! Now that I’m on, I can finally be free!”

   Then the tv turned staticky and it was freaking everybody out. Some lighting came out and it hit Sonya right in the chest which knocked her out. She fell on the ground. 

 Charlie - *worried* “Sonya!! Are you okay?!”

 All of them surrounded her and then Sonya began to sit up, but her head was still down. This freaks out the other because they are happy that Sonya is okay, but she was acting weird. 

 Charlie - *worriedly* Sonya?

 Charlie was about to touch her, but then Sonya head raised up and now she has 1920 cartoons eyes and Little Maude’s voice. 

 Little Maude *possessing Sonya* - “Guess who!?”

 Charlie - “Hey! What the hell are you doing inside of my baby cousin?”

 Little Maude - “Allow to explain I was trapped in that video for so long. I've been wanting a body so I can escape and be famous again. Now I have it!”

 Angel - “Not happening. That's our kid and you can't have their body.”

 Little Maude - “I’m afraid it’s too late! This is the body I always wanted! It was just like my old one but mine was cuter! This is perfect for my big comeback!”

 Angel - “No way ya creepy old whatever ya are. Ya can't have Sonya's and Liz body.”

 Little Maude - “You mean it’s my body now you ugly hag!”

 Angel - *angered* “What did you say!?”

 Little Maude - “You heard me! I don’t need to ugly people like you. I’m too adorable. *disgusted* Ugh! I hate wearing these clothes. I need something to make me me!”

 Niffty - “Ooh! I think I know where there's some old timey clothes.”

 Little Maude - “Ooh thank you!”

        Charlie and the others looked at Niffty as if she lost her mind. Niffty lead Little Maude to the basement and as soon Little Maude went inside the basement, Niffty quickly ran out. Then Niffty locked the door and wipe her hands.

 Niffty - “Well that take care of that!”

 Husk - *confused* “How??”

 Niffty - “Simple: I tricked her into going to the basement and now we got her locked up!”

 Vaggie - “But we can’t keep her locked up forever. It won’t really solve anything. We need to think of a way to get rid of her. Charlie, can your dad tell us more about the tape?”

 Charlie - “Yeah that is a good idea.”

 ()()()()()()()()()

         As the others kept an eye out on the basement to make sure Little Maude don't escape from the basement, Charlie began to call her Dad. After a few rings, Charlie heard a voice 

 “Hello?”

 Charlie - “Hi Dad it’s me Charlie.”

 Lucifer - “Oh hi sweetie! How have you been?”

 Charlie - “Not so good. Do you happen to know anything about an old tape with a 30s cartoon girl? Little Maude?”

 Lucifer - *horrified* “Oh no! Not her!!”

 Charlie - “Is it bad?!”

 Lucifer - “Yes! She came to Hell because she was jealous of other actors hogging the spotlights. She came as a ghost like spirit and possessed girls but would leave because she was picky. I had to lock her away because she once tried to possess you as a kid.”

 Charlie - “So it is bad!”

 Lucifer - “Yes! Why are you asking?”

 Charlie - *nervously* “Because...Little Maude is possessed by Sonya.” 

 Lucifer - “Oh no! Luckily, there’s a paper in the movie tape that tell you how to get rid of her.”

 Charlie - “Okay. Thank you, Dad.”

 Lucifer - “No problem. I wish you luck.”

 Charlie hung up and sighed. Then Angel said:

 Angel - “What is it?”

 Charlie - “Little Maude. She possessed girls and once tried to possess me. But there’s a paper in the movie box that actually helps get rid of her.”

 Husk - “You mean this one?”

 Husk pulled out the paper and Charlie looked at it. 

 Charlie - “Yep! That the one.”

 Vaggie - “How did you find it?”

 Husk - “I looked, and it was at the bottom. I do more than just fucking drink ya know?”

 Charlie - “Right. We gotta go to the basement now. We need to make sure Little Maude was stay on hold.”

 Vaggie - “I’m coming with you.”

 Charlie - “No. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

 Vaggie - “But I don’t want you hurt either. We both go together.”

 ()()()()()()()()()()

        Angel opened the door to the basement and Charlie and Vaggie held hands as they went down. They walk slowly and carefully not knowing what Little Maude can do. They looked around and saw that not only was Sonya's clothes on the floor, but the window was opened. 

 Charlie - “SON OF A BITCH!”

 Angel - *yelling* “What happened?!”

 Vaggie - “LITTLE MAUDE IS GONE!”

 Angel - “WHAT?!”

 Charlie and Vaggie both quickly ran upstairs, and Charlie said: 

 Charlie - “Little Maude is gone!”

 Husk - “Niffty, you should have tied her up!”

 Niffty - “I didn’t think she would escape the basement! It is one of the hardest places to escape from.”

 Vaggie - “Come on! We gotta look for Little Maude!”

 ()()()()()()()()()

        Charlie and her friends spent hours looking for Little Maude in Pentagram City. They ask some people, but some either didn’t know, too drunk to answer, or just lied. Then they were in the middle of the city and Angel came back frustrated. 

 Angel - “Ugh I had six with like three motherfuckers and they didn’t know shit.”

 Charlie - *sadly* “Ooh...I don’t think we will ever find her and save my baby cousin…”

 Vaggie - *comforting* “Oh don’t worry Charlie we will find them soon. I promise.”

 Niffty - *coming with Husk* “Hey guys! We found her!”

 Charlie - *perks up* “Really?! Where?”

 Husk - “At Hell high Theater. Some asshole said the little girl was dancing over there about some big comeback.”

 Charlie - “We Gotta get there now!”

 ()()()()()()()()()()

 They went to the street and saw the big theater. They tried to get into the door, but it was locked. 

 Charlie - “Aww we can't get in!”

 Husk - “I got this.”

 Husk took out a knife and began to jam it in the keyhole. Then the door was unlocked and the other was amazed how a person like Husk can do that.

 Charlie - *amazed* “Wow. I didn’t know you pick locks”

 Husk - “There's a lot of things you don't know about me.”

 Husk opened the lock and they saw Little Maude on stage doing some crazy dancing. Their eyes widen in shock and horror: 

     Little Maude made Sonya hair black with a blonde streak and its messy and with two down pigtails. She was wearing white gloves with severed chains on her wrist and was wearing a raggedy overall black stress with white and black stripe shirt and white and black tights and was barefoot. She also had served chains on her ankle as well. 

 Vaggie - “She made Sonya look like a creepy cartoon doll!”

 Angel - “No shit sherlock!”

 Charlie - “Hey! Little Maude!”

  Little Maude looked and saw Charlie and her friends. Little Maude was now really annoyed. 

 Little Maude - “What are you dummies doing here?!”

 Vaggie - “To take back what ours you little brat!”

 Little Maude - *gasps* “I am not a little brat! I’m a perfect adorable little girl! This is my body now and if you want it, then I’ll just have to switch!”

       Little Maude took out a thumb tack and prick her finger on it and passed out. Then she woke up and the others realized that she is now possessing Liz due to while her eyes are red, they are still look like 1920-30s cartoons. Her teeth were sharp, and her hair was crazier than before but still in two pigtails and her nails was even longer and sharper and was even red. Little Maude evilly smirks. 

 Little Maude - “I knew about the Gemini thing. Possessing the other one was easy and she’s actually stronger. But the first Gemini is still cuter.”

 Then Little Maude raises her hands up and some blob like monsters appear. The blob monsters started to look like some 1920-30s characters you see in cartoons. 

 Little Maude - “My friends….ATTACK THOSE UGLY MEANIES!!”

       The blob monsters began to attack but the others began to dodge and fight them. As the fighting was happening, Charlie quickly  grabbed the note out of her pocket and began to say some spells in Latin. The spell was starting to work because it was started to weaken Little Maude a bit who was holding her head. 

 Vaggie - “That's it! Keep going!”

      Vaggie saw one coming toward her and quickly killed it with her spear. But then all of a sudden, Little Maude tackle Charlie to the ground and started to strangle her. 

 Little Maude - “You’re not taking my stardom away from me!”

 Angel - *pulling little Maude off of Charlie* “Oooh no ya don't!”

 Little Maude growls and use her chains to not only make them grow longer, but to tie up Angel and throw him around like a doll. Vaggie said:

 Vaggie - “Charlie keep reading! While she's distracted!”

 Charlie - “Right! “

 She began to read more of the spell and Little Maude began to get weaker. She quickly dropped Angel and broke free from the chains.  

 Little Maude - “Shut up!”

 Vaggie - “Keep reading!”

 Little Maude screamed in pain. Then in anger, Little Maude uses what strength she has and scratches Charlie on the face. The scratch left a medium size cut on her face. 

 Charlie - “Ow!!”

 The attack caused Charlie to let go of the paper. The paper was floating in the air and was about to fall on the ground. 

 Vaggie - “I got it!”

 Vaggie was about to grab it, but saw her feet was frozen in gray blobs. And then her hands were covered in gray blogs as well. When Little Maude was about to grab it, Angel quickly jumped and caught and also began to read the spell. But then, Little Maude use her powers to chain up Angel again but this time, with gray blobs. The paper was flown in the air and Niffty grabbed it and began to read it really fast and Little Maude was getting weaker and screaming in pain. 

 Little Maude - “Stop reading!”

 She shot a giant blob ball at Niffty and it hit Niffty causing her to go against the wall covered in goo. The paper was up in the air again and just when Maude was about to destroy it, Husk actually flew and grabbed the paper.

 Vaggie - *shocked* “You can fly?!”

 Husk - “Duh! I have wings for a reason I just don’t like flying unless it’s something serious!”

 Charlie - “Quick Husk! Finished it!”

 Husk was about to say the spell but then, Little Maude began to throw some gray blobs and chains at him. Husk dodge them thanks to his amazing flying. Then Husk quickly began to read the final lines of the spells and once he finished, Little Maude screamed, and she was out of Sonya/Liz’s body and was sent back to the videotape she was sent too. Then the blob monsters and chains were gone, and Sonya woke up and rubbed her head and saw in a mirror her new look.  

 Sonya - *shocked* “Whoa...What the hell am I wearing?”

 Charlie  - *gasps* “Sonya! You're okay!!”

 Charlie ran and gave her baby cousin a big hug. She was happy that her baby cousin was now back to normal and free from possession. Sonya, however, was just confuse on what happened to her.

 Sonya - “What happened?”

 Angel - “Little Maude happened.”

 Sonya - *confused* “Who?”

 Charlie - “A spirit took over your body. She even controlled Liz.”

 Sonya - *shocked* “What?!”

 Husk - “Yeah she made you act all weird and shit.”

 Niffty - “But we came to your rescue!”

 Sonya - “Thanks guys...What do we do now?”

 Charlie - “I got the perfect thing!”

 ()()()()()()()()()

 Vaggie - “Do you really think that’s the best idea Charlie?”

 Angel - “Yeah I mean why can’t we destroy the tape?”

 Charlie - “Because if we destroy it, Little Maude will be out for good.”

 Charlie and the others were in the back of the hotel with some shovels and a big hole. Charlie threw the box that was chained up and quickly buried it. Sonya (who also had her regular clothes and hair back to normal) helped as well. They both made sure it was nice and buried deep in the ground

 Charlie - “Burying it is the best thing we can do.”

 Sonya - “She actually has a good point. That way Little Maude can’t be seen ever again.”

 Charlie - “You know, normally I like kids but any kid that acts horrible and try to hurt my loved ones, go on my hate list.”

 Vaggie - “Well at least we won’t hear from little Maude ever again.”

 Charlie - “Agreed. Come on let go do our movie night.”

 Angel - “Yeah and it better be something good and maybe sexy.”

      As they were walking back to the hotel, deep in the ground, there was still the little girl inside the tape crazily laughing.

 Hope you all like it! 

[loserholland]

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

Pairing ➺ Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Warning ➺ hint of angst, reader being a bit bitchy, but overall fluff!

Word Count ➺ 2,138

Summary ➺ She knew eavesdropping was bad, but what she didn’t know was it could also hurt you.

A/N ➺  My request are open! They will be open till July 14 <3

Request ➺ Can you please do an imagine where you're a stark and in love with peter and then there's the mj conflict and you realize you're a fucking stark and start to act all rich and spoiled and drive a shiny new car but can it be a peter fluff please?? - @loveuntilyoucan

✿ 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ✿ - @loveyathreethousand​, @taronxfiction, @killerqueen-gunpowdergelatine, @spideyyypeter @lou-la-lou​ @babebenhardy​ @rivervixenbaby​ @acklesholland​ @zabdisamor​ @keepingupwiththehollands@sweet666pea @sspider-parker @jackiehollanderr @iloveyou3000morgan @random-things-i-love 

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(Y/N) Stark, daughter to Tony and Pepper Stark. One of the youngest avengers out there, at least that’s what she thought. Until one day, her father had brought Peter Parker, a teenager who was bitten by a spider. Yeah, exactly what I thought, what would a spider bite do? Well, he is now quite strong and has a sixth sense. 

Avenger material.

At first, (Y/N) kept her distance from Peter. She never really had friends her age, most of her friends were ten-twenty years older than her. Tony had (Y/N) homeschooled, yet introducing Peter to (Y/N) was one of his best ideas yet. He then decided to send her to Mid-town high school, the high school Peter was attending. 

From there, they were practically best friends. Peter took the time out to show her around and walked her to her classes. Well Tony did tell him to keep an eye on her and to let him know if anyone was causing any trouble. (Y/N) was entirely grateful that her parent’s had finally decided to let her go to public school.  

She had spent most of her life coped up in front of a laptop, the only time she’d been out was when her dad needed backup she was quick to be on her way to help.

Finally, she’d be able to experience high school. Instead of seeing it through movies she’d be living it. 

“Peter!” (Y/N) called out in raising her hand in the sea of students in attempts to wave him down, I guess this was the downside of high school. The amount of slow walking zombies who can’t just pick up their feet and get onto class. 

She pushed through the crowds growing closer to Peter’s locker. It’s been almost five months since she started school and during those five months the more time she spent with Peter. They spent time together in and outside of school, she’d have him over for study sessions and late night talks on the roof as they gazed over New York.

Over the course of spending every moment with him, she began to get this giddy feeling whenever he was around. It made her day when he’d walk her to class, or texted her to ask if she made it home safely. When he would calm her down before a big test she lost sleep over the previous night, slowly she began to realize.

Not only did she have a huge third grade crush over him, but.

She loved him.

(Y/N) had realized that the moment she nearly lost him, Peter was beaten quite badly and his oxygen was short. It was during that moment, she knew she loved him. That night she prayed he’d wake up because she never got to the chance to tell him she loved him, and till this day she still hasn’t taken it.

“Hey (Y/N), study session with Ned in the library?” Peter questioned as he filled his backpack with the last book subject of the day, just one an a half more hours till school was out. 

(Y/N) nodded a small smile painted her lips, “Yup, see you there.”

The last bell of the day rang causing students to jump out of their seats and flood out into the hallway. (Y/N) packed her belongings and slowly made her way out of the classroom and headed to the library. 

“Hey Stark!” there was only one person who called her by her last name, (Y/N) groaned lightly turning around on her heels with her lips pressed into a thin line.

“Flash.” 

“I’m having a party this Friday, you’ve got an invite if you’d like to come.” 

Parties.

They were never really her thing, she was never like those typical rich kids who drank alcohol and partied ever weekend in the Hampton’s or on the upper east side. 

“Thank’s for the invite, I should get going.” 

She turned back on her heels and continued to walk down the now empty hallway, “Hope to see you there!” Flash called out causing (Y/N) to shoot him a thumbs up and quickly turned the corner to the library.

Slowly she sneaked into the library ready to scare Peter and Ned, before she could jump scare the two she hid behind the book shelf it seemed as if the two were in a deep conversation.

“I-I just don’t know how to tell her I like her! She’s so beautiful and kind, yet she’s WAY out of my league. She wouldn’t go for a dork like me-”

(Y/N) paused for a moment listening in on what Peter had to say.

“Anytime I’m around her, I get all tongue-tied and really really flustered. Do you really think she’d go for a dork like me?”

“Dude, Mj would totally go for you. I mean have you seen her stare during lunch?”

In that moment, she felt her heart break and all she wanted to do was get out of the library. She pulled out her phone and texted Happy to come and get her, (Y/N) made her way to the exit as she allowed the tears to stain her cheeks.

“What? No, no not Mj. I meant (Y/N), would she ever go for a dork like me? Also, where is she anyway?”

If she had stayed a little while longer, just a few seconds longer.

-

(Y/N) had spent the last few hours crying and screaming into her pillow before finally taking a warm bath. She stood there staring at her reflection, her hair was up in a bun, her mascara was stained. She buried her face into her hands, sighing loudly before looking back at her reflection.

“What the hell am I doing? I’m (Y/N) fucking Stark. I don’t need Peter.”

-

Peter had been texting and calling you all night, yet he got no response. Usually she was quick to text him back, something was wrong. You didn’t show up for a study session nor responded to his text, he was too focused on texting you that he nearly got ran over.

“Hey wat- (Y/N)?” he watched as she parked what seemed to be an Audi r8 spyder v10, that’s new. Or it could be Tony’s, (Y/N) was never one to be interested in sport’s cars at least from his knowledge.

(Y/N) stepped out of the grey Audi using heels, and instead of carrying her usual backpack she held a Louis Vuitton purse, yeah something was wrong. Students began to gather around her car and watched as she walked right pass Peter and didn’t say a word. 

Let’s just say last night she had planned to be what everyone had called her behind her back, the spoiled rich bitch, trust-fund baby, daughter of a billionaire. She was going to be the bitch most people portrayed her as. 

In the back of her mind, she knew doing this flaunting what she owned, showing it off to other’s was wrong. But all she wanted to do was prove to herself that she didn’t need anyone, more specifically that she didn’t need Peter. 

-

Friday had finally rolled around and (Y/N) was currently getting ready for Flash’s party, it’s been a good three days since she’s been ignoring Peter along with his calls and text. Tonight was all about her, she needed to numb forget about Peter for the night. 

Just for tonight.

She thought, if she drove a different sport’s cars from her dad’s collection and wore different bags to school, she’d feel somewhat better. That she’d remember she’s a fucking Stark and didn’t need anyone. Yet, she felt so empty.

-

Cup after cup, refill after refill, slowly she began to feel a bit dazed everything was moving so slowly. Drink after drink she toasted it to Peter, thanking him for wasting all her love on him. (Y/N) slowly made her way outside and away from the party as she went to sit on one of the lounge chairs taking in the fresh air.

Flash noticed her sitting outside and took the chance to shoot his shot, did Flash really have a crush on you? No. But did he want to get close to you so he could see your dad’s car collection? Yes. Did he also want to push your buttons and have you explode in front of everyone? Yes.

“Hey Stark, whatcha doing out here?”

(Y/N) chuckled lightly looking up at Flash, “Stop calling me Stark.” she hated it. She hated when people would address her by her last name, it was the way they would say it. The way her last name rolled out their tongue with the sound of disgust.

“My name is (Y/N), stop calling me Stark.” 

Flash smirked lightly ready to push her buttons even more, “Whatcha gonna do about it Stark?” 

Her parents taught her better, walk away be the bigger person don’t give in if someone is mocking you. Don’t loose your temper, stay calm.

“Hulk got your tongue Stark?”

It all happened so quickly, she didn’t even realize she had just punched Flash square in the face. Holy shit she just punched Flash in the face, oh no no no no no. Everyone was watching. (Y/N) quickly made her way out of the party running a couple blocks away before taking her phone out of her purse.

She quickly dialed his number pacing around lightly. “Please pick up, please pick up.” she thought as she heard a low groan from the other end of the phone.

“(Y/N)? It’s twelve in the morning what-”

“Can you pick me up? Please Peter, I-I messed up.” 

Peter sat upright, “Yeah, yeah I’ll come get you where are you right now?”

“A couple blocks away from Flash’s party..”

“I’m on my way.”

-

(Y/N) sat on the curb running her finger’s through her hair tugging at the roots lightly, fuck everyone just witnessed her punch the lights out of Flash. Not only did everyone see that but Peter was on the way to rescue her after not talking for three days. 

Suddenly Spider-man was standing right in front of her, “At your service my lady.” Peter joked as (Y/N) quickly stood from the curb and wrapped her arms around his neck hugging him tightly.

“I’m so sorry Peter, I’m sorry if I’ve been such a bitch and ignored you for the past three days. I’m sorry I missed our study session on Monday I-I.” (Y/N) was sobbing lightly as she hugged Peter even tighter.

Peter began to rub her back slowly, “Hey, hey look at me.” he removed his mask to see (Y/N) held her head low avoiding as much eye contact as possible. It hurt him to see her crying, what hurt even more was he didn’t know why she was crying.

He placed both his hands on the side of her face brushing her tears away using the pad of his thumb, “It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize okay?” (Y/N) shook her head lightly as more tears began to stream down her cheeks.

“I-I heard you and Ned in the library, how you were talking about your feelings for Mj. I ignored you for the past three days thinking I didn’t need you, that I could stop loving you. But I don’t think I can stop loving you, I lik-”

“Fuck it” Peter thought as he kissed (Y/N), something he’d been wanting to do since the moment he met her. She felt the same way. 

(Y/N) pushed at Peter’s chest breaking the kiss as she pointed her index finger at him, “No! You don’t get to kiss me if you like Mj!”

Peter shook his head lightly, “I don’t like Mj! I like you (Y/N) god! Every time I’m around you I get so tongue tied! I love you, I feel the same way about you! God I’ve liked you since the day I met you. I like you (Y/N) Stark.” 

(Y/N) blinked a few times, this has got to be a dream.

“But, in the library Ned said Mj would totally go for you.” she tried to reason, recalling back to Monday.

“If you stayed a few second longer you would’ve heard me say I meant (Y/N), would she ever go for a dork like me. And it seems like she would.” 

(Y/N) ran back into Peter’s arms hugging him once more, he felt the same way. She pulled away lightly kissing him sweetly, it felt good it felt right. Kissing under the moonlight. 

Peter pulled away lightly before asking.

“Now, how are we going to tell your dad?”

(Y/N) shrugged lightly, “We’ll worry about that later. Right now I just want to go home and binge on some Disney movies.”

Peter placed his mask back on wrapping his arm around her waist as (Y/N) wrapped her arms around him tightly.

“Hang on, this is gonna be fun.”