#THEY STOLE A SUBWAY TRAIN

[hurtspideyparker]

Peter finds out Tony has never had a slushie, and takes him on a poor person's pleasure tour of New York City. All the sketchy shops and terrible public transport Tony has been too privileged to experience. Peter finds it appalling he calls himself a New Yorker and has never been on the Subway

First stop slushies and slim Jim's—"oh I see it's like a frozen margarita, but with less of the fun stuff and more watermelon diabetes"

They take the F train, which Tony has always avoided because a) safety and b) has private drivers, a dozen cars, and money to spare. He is both alarmed and fascinated, and very, very disgusted

Almost falls over because he refuses to hold the poll and Peter has to catch him

Gets harassed for his ugly jacket which he replies "costs more than your shitty apartment rent"

Gets nearly robbed for said jacket

Comments on the bodega cat "is that sanitary?" which Peter replies "nope! Oh look they have cool ranch Doritos"

They visit the Statue of Liberty "Pete I've seen every angle of this lady including up her nose, it's called reckless driving of a rotorcraft" "but have you ever waited in line? Any line?" "..." "exactly! Now shhh I'm eavesdropping on the Portuguese family. I think their cousin Afonso stole Mariana's car to see his prison boyfriend" "... tell me more"

Peter buys Tony a New York tourist shirt as payback which he does wear but refuses to take a picture in (Peter sneaks one anyway)

They take lots of selfies (without the shirt or covering it with his jacket at Tony's insistence) and show them all to Pepper and Happy when they get home

They eat hotdogs for lunch which Tony has had before but Peter insists it's part of the experience. "Not as good as a cheeseburger, better than the aloo gobhi Pepper made last night. Don't tell her I said that"

End up witnessing a man threatening an old lady at an ATM but before Peter can go change into his suit Tony has walked up to the guy and punched him in the face

Tony riding home on the Subway with a cup of ice water held to his purple knuckles wearing an 'I ❤️ NY' shirt looking very grumpy to be sitting on the filthy seat (Peter takes another picture and sends it to the Avengers group chat. Clint gets it framed)

"So what did you think!" "I think I'm going to have you wash your hands every time you step into my building. I also think you're going to come to Malibu with me next weekend." "Oh, why?" "To show you how I live. We'll need to get you a suit tailored ASAP, and I hope you have your learners permit." "Oh no."

[keisobe]

── ౨ৎ ‧˚ 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 (𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧)

・⸝⸝ some hobie brown headcanons where you’re the complete opposite of him + not completely proofread

notes. this was inspired by the anon who requested for “polar opposites” (i’m still working on that request TT). i’m a sucker for couples with different aesthetics because it reminds me of hachi and nana hshshddh ♡

you guys share an apartment together, and the contrast between your guy’s decor can be laughable. hobie has crumbled newspaper cutouts and band posters sprawled all over his walls— graffiti to roughen it up even more. while you had a dainty wallpaper with printed flowers, topped with assortments of neatly lined photos of you and hobie taken during your dates.

that’s why the living room in your apartment is completely bare. except for some framed photos of more cute memories and the dried flowers that hobie (stole) bought you on your first date. mostly, the trinkets you both own are scattered around the apartment.

hobie would be pouring cereal into a pink, bunny ceramic bowl. while you drink raspberry tea in a ridged mauve mug with the words ‘fuck capitalism’ written in hobie’s scratchy handwriting. and yes, you did take hobie to a pottery class as a cool date idea (he thought it was a cute idea too).

hobie always wears a copious amount of studded leather belts but also, your plush keychain(s) securely clipped onto his belt loops. hobie loves to show them off whenever he’s out with his bandmates— “ain’t it a lil’ cute? ‘s even got a lil’ blush on ‘s cheeks.” and that doesn’t limit him during his nightly patrols, he would get a few insults about having a ‘stupid toy’ on his belt, to which he would punch the daylights out of them and trap them in a thick layer of web.

you also proudly accessorize your bags with hobie’s handmade keychains. your favorite was a little replica of his guitar and a pink star that “represents you”. but because they are personally made, he would leave song lyrics and flirty comments written in the back of each keychain— marking the date when he gifted it to you.

going shopping with hobie was also lots of fun. there was a nearby boutique that you always shop at; selling exclusively skirts and dresses adorned with frills and bows, and hair accessories that are covered in pearls and ribbon (he honestly sticks out like a sore thumb but he couldn’t care less). hobie helps you pick out stuff, taking clothes off the rack and asking you to try it on. he compliments you every time you show off, giving you a little twirl and whispering a suggestive comment that makes you slap his chest. if you decide that you weren’t particularly fond of the outfit, hobie would go out of his way to put away said clothes back into its rack whilst having a good chat with the shop owners (they love him to bits).

one time, you decided it would be fun to wear some of his stuff. putting on a studded leather choker he left on his bedside table, you walked out with your chin held high and a grin so big. immediately, hobie felt like he combusted five times and went over to graze a hand over your leathered neck— “you’re an absolute looka’ babe.”

whenever you guys are out, he would always keep an eye out for your skirt. not in a weird way, but to make sure it doesn’t show private bits that would entertain creeps that would pass by. that’s why he would subconsciously linger his hand on your hips and he would always let you sit in the subway train, amusingly eyeing down at you drawing whilst he holds onto the upper railing— guarding you with his solid frame.

you’re a real sucker for british dating shows. it wasn’t like you believed in them, but found them heavily entertaining. hobie had always been fond of the things you like, even though they completely contrasted his personal aesthetic and interest. but he cannot, for the life of him, agree with dating shows. as you snuggled into him and share a fluffy blanket— watching the latest season of said dating show, he would cackle as he gives snarky comments at every moment and heavily criticize the whole concept of “making yourself look li’ a knob on the telly” (you sent him to his room afterwards, he apologized the morning after).

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[not-the-cheese]

one sentence(ish) summaries of every magnus archive episode PART 2

(eps 61-110) thank u for the funny comments and tags on the last part i love u guys

the rest of these may take a while as i've caught up to where i am currently in the podcast but i will finish them like in a month i promise

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61. the thrilling sequel to man does not open coffin: man DOES open coffin.

62. surely this doctor can find an easier way to scam people out of money than putting them in a little book.

63. THE DARK ATE MY BROTHER IN LAW.

64. this is possibly the plot of laura croft tomb raider

65. mmm crumchy

66. what's the opposite of an unboxing video

67. as close to a coffeeshop au as you're going to get from this podcast

68. Doctors hate him! Man REFUSES to die from tuberculosis!

69. your college's psych department has the worst idea ever.

70. reverse death note

71. not even death will stop this woman from taking the british subway

72. man doesn't want to be low key racist in his last moments before getting eaten

73. police versus the second coming of dark jesus

74. lady is haunted by an ad for coffee

75. mike crew says "uh fuck it let's just put this guy on a skyscraper forever"

76. ryan from buzzfeed unsolved breaks into a train yard and suffers consequences

77. you're not a enough of a bitch to be my real mom

78. man gets harassed by his cousin and then exorcises him

79. you know that chase scene in scooby doo with the doors

80. stupid idiot motherfucking jurgen leitner

81. i have been personally victimized by the sequel to the hungry hungry caterpillar

82. pov: elias threatens to cancel you

83. mannequin takes matters into its own hands after people don't like its pitch for a new window display

84. a hoarder put newspaper on my friend's face :(

85. hey there's maybe a little man upon these stairs?

86. man gets got by a squiggly thing in the dark.

87. plumber is so oblivious to spooky happenings around him that it possibly saves his life.

88. guys i think this guy likes to dig

89. lesbian investment banker finds a new, less evil job: arson!

90. guy who turns people's bones starts a gym where he promises not to turn your bones! (he is lying)

91. i was stalked by lightning for 10 years and i all i got were these stupid scars

92. jonah magnus is a bad friend // another day another elias slay

93. ocd is no match for purple fuzz

94. let the bodies drop gently to the floor let the bodies drop gently to the floor

95. im so sorry my brain refuses to remember what the war ones were about but i think one guy got gently kissed on the forehead so that's pretty nice.

96. diversity wins! the not-quite-human delivery men who stole your identity and business are maybe gay?

97. man gets gaslighted by an entire town about a hole

98. 🎶mister sandman bring me a dream, actually don't, please stay far from me 🎶

99. another one bites the dust

100. archival assistants face off against the general public (they lose)

101. jon finally levels up high enough to unlock an eldritch horror's tragic backstory

102. LOCAL MAN MARRIES BUG

103. peppa eats a clown and they cover her in concrete instead of congratulating her.

104. pennywise stole my brother's skin

105. it's world war z baby

106. Something Big Is In Space.

107. man is interrogated about the time he saw thomas the train roasts people alive and also sans is there

108. actor is stalked by mask who liked his monologue so much that it tells its mask friends to come watch.

109. sometimes a family is just a serial killer's daughter and that guy who maybe killed some vampires

110. yeah man those spiders be eating

Part 1 |

[misstycloud]

Bear hybrid

Synopsis: you were on your way to work, when suddenly a bear-hybrid sees you. The look in his eyes says everything you need to know. Not wanting to spend the rest of your life as someone’s possession, you bolt. Too bad he won’t let you get away a second time.

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Ugh, another long day ahead of me.

You thought tiredly. The long shifts at the diner you worked at really took its toll on you. If you could, you’d quit. But free time wasn’t worth getting starved.

You sighed and stared down at the gum stuck onto a trash can. There was a hint of pale pink on it, signaling the colour it originally was.

Gum sticking to practically every surface in the subway station wasn’t the only defects. There were plastic cups, cigarettes, paper towels and a lot more unidentified items scattered freely.

Frankly, it was disgusting. If the government spent less on hybrid establishment improvement and more on the condition of public spaces, the maybe it wouldn’t look like shit everywhere.

You felt like a shitty person for thinking such things, hybrids have endured thousands of things in the past and now with modern development, they can finally lead satisfactory lives.

However, the government have begun to focus all their attention to the welfare of hybrids and neglecting humans in the process. It wasn’t their fault, you knew that. Still, one couldn’t help what they felt.

It’s not like you disliked hybrids, yet you did not love them either. You were neutral in that department. There were still humans with the old views, but they weren’t as many anymore or they simply didn’t run around telling people since it wouldn’t be very well received. The biggest problem and maybe the only problem you had with hybrids were their mating culture.

Clearly, no one in the relationship had a choice(not that they complained) and suddenly you’re supposed to be together until you die.

And now that they’re allowed to mate with humans legally, there is little that can stop them from forcing their human partner from submitting to their will; living and accept them as a lifelong partner. Despite protests against this done by humans the government refuses to acknowledge the issue and address it since that would be considered antagonizing parts of the hybrids’ culture.

It was wrong to force someone into a relationship they clearly express they didn’t want, unfortunately the animal-hybrids do not care for unwanted courting and do what they want anyway.

You shuddered at the thought of being mated to one of those creatures. It must be hell. Especially if you already have a partner previous to meeting them. Hybrids did not take kindly to those who might come between them and their mate. It wasn’t unusual to see news cover horrific deaths with the culprit being a hybrid ‘protecting’ their mate.

The train arrived and you made an annoyed face at how crowded it was. What felt like hundreds of people were squeezed into one cart, rubbing against each other and breathing as one being, making it incredibly warm inside.

You grabbed a pole with your right hand, trying to steady yourself and also liking to have something solid ground you. You’ve seen way to many consequences of people not holding on to anything while standing.

It was uncomfortable. Arms and elbows poked you from all sides, and two teenagers were talking way beyond the proper volume in such a cramped space. You couldn’t wait to get off.

Suddenly, commotion stole your attention elsewhere. Sounds of irritated folk earned everyone’s stares. You heard men and women alike, complaining about movement and pushing.

“Hey, stop pushing me!”

“Don’t look at me, it’s someone else!”

“Alright, who is then?”

Angry remarks were thrown. Not that you could blame them. The uncomfortable ride paired with lack of oxygen were not suited for enjoyable time.

An apologetic voice exclaimed, “Sorry! I need to get through, it’s important. Sorry, didn’t mean to step on your toes!”

Eyes widening and mouth nearly falling wide open, you turn to see the biggest man you’ve ever seen! His form was easily towering above all others, making you think that he was part of the reason why the train cart was so crowded.

The ginormous man had dark brown hair reaching his broad shoulders, the locks were messy and thick, slightly falling in front of his eyes.

What stood out the most however wasn’t his unnatural size. It was the pair of two brown, rounded ears atop his head.

It instantly hit you. The inhuman height was because he wasn’t human at all. He was a hybrid. A bear one at that! One of the most dangerous hybrids there is. While they might not attack unless provoked or caught off guard, meeting one is definitely something most would avoid.

Your heart nearly beat out of your chest when the bear-man’s eyes connected with yours. They were an odd amber colour, you noticed.

Fuck! You shouldn’t have looked his way.

And like the dumbass wannabe-dead, something in your brain forces your gaze back up and you freeze. The look on his face when he sees you. The look. It was the look.

Oh no. Oh no no no no no.

This could not be happening. It was obvious what was happening. You’d heard about it. On TV. From friends. Seen it in real life. There was no way you could be someone’s mate. Not when you’d spent so many nights praying it wasn’t your fate, since you didn’t want to end up like those humans you’ve heard about.

Well now you knew why he was causing a disturbance on the train. It was to get to you. A hybrid can easily smell its mate hundreds of meters away. He must have smelt you the second you got on that train and gone searching for you.

A squeak escaped your lips as you saw him waving at you while attempting to close the distance. Of course it did not go fast because of all the people between you.

No. You refused to be chained down to some animal. You had to get out. And as if someone above heard you, you heard the train voice speak, “Station X.”

That was your station.

The hybrid seemed to have noticed someone was off, he observed your face before glancing at the approaching platform. Then it clicked in his head.

“No, wait!”

Too late. You were already bolting out the doors, listening to angry comments after you. You only had time to rush a hasted ‘sorry’ before making it on the platform. The man did not have the same luck.

“Don’t go! Please! Don’t leave! No. ”

He desperately tried to shove passed all the passengers to get to the doors, but there was no time left and the doors closed shut before he managed to reach within one meter of them. The wheels of the train were rolling the connected vehicles away.

You had no interest to stay and watch, though. You still had a job to go to and you couldn’t afford to be late, or else your boss would scold you fiercely again.

Half running and half jogging, you hurried to the diner while in deep thought. Had you lost him? Maybe, but probably not forever. As hybrid will stop at nothing to find their mate once they’ve entered their sights.

‘Fuck. My. Life. ‘

The next station the train would stop at was a bit away, so perhaps you were lucky this time? If you were careful from now on and don’t go out as much, then you could possibly avoid being found. Also, your work place was somewhat far from the subway.

If you saved up a bit, then you could also by a scent-masking spray to hide yourself further. Although it was risky to do that. Because hybrids need a fair chance of finding their mate, masking spray became forbidden after people started using it to avoid hybrids. So now the only place you can buy it is from shady markets or people who may or may not want to steal your kidneys. Besides all that, it was very costly too.

You dragged a hand through your hair and heaved a deep sigh. What were you going to do?

“Y/N stop daydreamin’ an get back ta work!” Your boss yelled and slapped you harshly on the back. He always did that. You were sure he got a kick out of messing with you.

Massaging your shoulder you answered, “Sorry boss…”

The diner wasn’t too busy so you had no idea of why he tried to rush you. Sure, there were some customers here and there filling the tables, but you weren’t so understaffed that you’d have to aprint around like a maniac trying to get everyone’s orders.

Approaching a table with customers, you put on you employe smile, “Hello, what can I get for you today?”

The man looked at the menu an extra time to finalise his decision, “I’ll have the chicken pasta with sundries tomatoes and red wine, can we also order some garlic bread?”

“Yes,” you wrote down the dishes on your small notepad and turned your attention to the woman sitting across him, “and you, ma’am?”

No answer.

“Ma’am?”

But she wasn’t paying any attention to you. It was as if you didn’t even exist, looking passed you like air with wide eyes. Finding this weird you turned back to her husband. Feeling your gaze he chuckled awkwardly.

“Honey? Aren’t you going to order?” She still didn’t respond which forced her husband to see whatever she was focusing so intently on.

It was then you realised they weren’t the only ones acting unusual. In fact, everyone inside the establishment had their eyes turned in the same direction. You swung around to witness the horror.

There, in the resturant entrance stood he. His form created the illusion of the door being as insignificant as an ant. With heavy breath and droplets of sweat collecting on his forehead, he frantically whirled around until he noticed you.

Dropping your notepad and hand clasping over your mouth, you thought ‘fuck, so I didn’t get rid of him?’

Okay, even though it was kinda delusional to believe you could shake him off easily without consequences, you were still surprised he found you so quickly. The hybrid wiped his eyes and it was then you noted the redness surrounding them, an obvious sign of crying.

He stumbled forward, “There you are, I was so worried I wouldn’t be able to find you!”

Suddenly you were the centre of attention.

“W-what….?” Backing, you feigned ignorance.

“You saw me on the train earlier, I tried to stop you getting off but you took off without warning…” he hung his head in despair.

Yeah, guess why?

“You should leave..”

“Huh? No, I can’t g-“ the hybrid rushed.

“What’s goin’ on ‘ere?” The voice of your boss interrupted. With a deep scowl he paraded into the scene but crossed his arms in a defensive stance as soon as he laid eyes in the bear-man. His eyes ran up and down the bear’s large form. “W-whatddya you want?” Your boss’ gruff voice sounded unusually weak. “If there’s any trouble I’ll ‘ave ta call the cops, ya got me?” He said despite appearing like a newborn deer.

A bewildered expression crossed the tall man’s face, “No I’m not here to cause anything! I’m here for someone!” He explained while waving his arms, trying to signal peace. Unfortunately it had the opposite effect, the humans in the diner cowered lightly at the gesture and he instantly stopped. “Sorry…” he whispered and suddenly he looked ashamed.

Your boss cleared his throat, “Alright. Who ya ‘ere for?” He’d make that person goes with the scary man to make him leave as soon as possible. Not that he’d admit it, but he never liked those hybrid people. They just seemed unreliable it all. Nothing to be trusted. With their animal intincts present and sharp teeth, he couldn’t allow them to be in his resturant. He hadn’t the courage to blatantly kick them out or shout in their faces but he could at least give them what they wanted to make them lose interest as fast as possible.

The bear’s gaze searched yours and your boss put two and two together. “Oi, Y/N, come ‘ere. Someone’s looking for ya!” The man pulled your collar to drag you forward, earning a small frown from the hybrid but it vanished just as quickly.

You refused to look at him, keeping your attention to the floor and praying for him to go away. A rough hand carressed your cheek and you flinched and after hestitation it pulled away.

“Won’t my mate look at me..?” A saddened voice said.

A twinge of guilt started brewing in your mind but you pushed it down. “I see this is new to you-being human and all, haha.” He tried to liven up the atmosphere. “Umm…you know what this is though? Me seeing you and then following you here must be creepy, haha- but it’s not I promise! I just want to love you. Because we’re,” he giggled, “mates!” He happily sighed. “And you know what that is, right? If you don’t it’s fine, I’ll tell you. Being mates is loving someone no matter what, be it looks or personality nothing is important. Mates take care of each other, providing for your mate and making them happy is the best feeling in the world! There doesn’t exist anything that can compare!- not that I know that personally or anything since I haven’t had a mate before but I’ve heard from all my friends who have mates. Oh, I’m so jealous of them whenever I see them together with their mates doing fun things. Though it doesn’t really matter what you’re doing as long as it’s with your ma-“

“Please stop!” You yell, several customers flinched at your tone, not that you cared anymore. Having to listen to his constant talk about being mates had brought you over your boiling point. The man silenced at your exclamation. “Sorry, but I don’t give a shit about all this mate stuff or whatever- it doesn’t mean anything to me so please leave! I’m sorry that this isn’t what you want to hear but I have no interest in being your mate, not now, not ever.” You pointed at the door. “So go.”

The hybrid was stunned and stood quiet, appearing hurt. Then your boss promptly spoke, “Y/N, you shouldn’t speak to someone like that! Especially someone who loves you so much!”

“Huh?” What the hell was he going on about? He never cared for hybrids, certainly not their feelings. You’ve heard all those thing he said about them when he thought no one was listening.

“Clark.” The hybrid said and lowered his head.

“What?”

“My name. I apologise, I shouldn’t have barged in here expecting you to be chill about everything. I’m such a fool. I’m just a stranger to you. The least I could do is tell you my name.” The apology sounded so sincere.

“No, it’s uh- fine..” you scratched your arm anxiously. Luckily he seems pretty nice and not someone who would just take their mate and go; it’s happened before. Perhaps you’ve got a chance?

“Oh come on Y/N! Give the poor fella a chance!” Your boss bellowed and forced you forward. You crashed into the giant’s chest from the shove. “He clearly loves you!

What the hell was he going on about?

Strange that the man was encouraging your reunion, you thought.

“Actually, since I’m so nice, why don’ I do ya a favour and let ya go? Someone like you shouldn’t have to work in a place like this. This’a happy day!” Then he pointed at the beak room, “Get ya stuff and celebrate.”

“Excuse me-wha- let me go? As in I’m fired?” Your brain tried to comprehend what just happened and words fell out in unfinished sentences. Despite yourself, you fixed your eyes on Clark.

“Don’ worry he’ll be ‘ere when ya get back!” The rough man shooed you towards the break room.

Having no choice but to comply, you do as he wishes and abandon the scene, which might’ve been the best thing really, the continued staring of the present customers was starting to make you very uncomfortable.

Glaring at your locker like it was the cause of your ill mood, you harshly ripped your jacket off the hook and stuffed some scattered items back in your bag. You could not believe it. Fired? You? You have been nothing but a good employee at the diner, even taking all the shit from the boss and not complaining once.

Through the small window in the door, you spot the cause of your troubles thoughts walking by. Angrily you grab his arm and pull him inside the room, a surprised noise leaving him.

“What the hell, why am I being laid off? I haven’t done anything.”

He expressed a long breath. “Sorry, but I can’t ‘ave some brute hangin ‘round here ‘cause of you, customer don’t like it and I won’t sacrifice my business for someone like you. Surely you understand.”

“He won’t hang around the diner, we’re not together! Besides, it not my fault!” You pleaded with him. You needed this job. Without it you’d definitely die in the end.

“Well, we both know he won’t leave so don’ make this any harder than it already is.” He said before leaving to do whatever shit he did instead of being a good manager.

Bullshit. It wasn’t hard at all. In fact, you bet he loved to have an excuse to get rid of you. He never liked you from the very beginning; the feeling was very mutual by the way.

With despair, you left through the back door and as you listened to it close, you did not react to the loud bam of the heavy metal slam. Recalling at how you flinched the first time you went out the back, you clench your fist. How’re you gonna make it now? You doubted you had much savings in the bank.

Making your way to the station, it blew passed you that there was still a bear waiting for you so he could properly introduce himself. He was in his own mind so much that he didn’t realise you’d already left until it was too late.

Good that he was born with a great sense of smell. How stupid of him not to consider your perspective in the beginning! Not to worry, he’ll make sure he doesn’t scare you off the next time. His species didn’t have the best reputation so he understood why you acted the way you did; it still hurt though.

The next time he’d just need to show you he wasn’t dangerous at all.

——

Sorry the ending sucked and was rushed. I wasn’t really sure how I wanted to end it so it turned into this.

[uncleasad]

“Home safe, Kate Bishop.”

So back in Chapter 3 of @the0fi’s lovely Kate Bishop/Yelena Belova fic Red Post-Its (which I read because 1) they’re a fantastic writer and 2) they said you could see a bit of Hosie in there, and, yeah, as promised 👍) there’s a scene involving Kate, Kamala, and Yelena, where Kate hopes certain events don’t end up in one of Kamala’s fanfics. And, well, we never got to see if they did (which I suppose means they didn’t), but my mind wouldn’t let go (never mind I’ve only seen one of these characters!). So a few days ago it gave birth to a tiny little fanfic for another fanfic involving writing fanfic! Fics all the way down! Ficception!

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“Home safe, Kate Bishop.”

“Home safe, Kate Bishop.”

“Home safe, Kate Bishop.”

“Home safe, Kate Bishop.”

Kamala Khan played those words over and over on her own journey home. She and Kate had planted a trap for a bunch of thugs in a warehouse, and things didn’t go quite according to plan. Nothing they couldn’t handle, really, but a Mysterious Stranger suddenly appeared and provided an unexpected assist…beat the crap out of all of the thugs near Kate. (Well, all but one, who’d managed to knock Kate to the ground.) And then the stranger helped Kate up and uttered those four words before disappearing into the night. “Home safe, Kate Bishop.”

The voice was steady, belying any emotion, but there was something about it…the tone? the cadence?…that made Kamala sure there was more to it. It was accented, Slavic…probably Russian, maybe from Brighton Beach? And definitely female.

Kate had never mentioned a partner. Or a trained friend, for that matter…besides Clint. And this Mysterious Stranger��Mysterious Friend…was definitely too professional to be one of the LARPers. Was she a spy? The newest Marvel’s mind continued to spin, considering the possibilities…this was even better than her fanfiction!

There was definitely an undercurrent of not just concern, but tenderness, in the woman’s voice, Kamala was sure of it. Maybe it was a gut feeling? But she knew she wasn’t imagining it, playing those sounds over in her head again.

When she’d asked Kate, “Who was that?!” the CEO-by-day, Hawkeye-by-night had answered “A friend,” but the smile that took over her face told a different story.

Was Mysterious Friend Kate’s…girlfriend?

Kate’s girlfriend, an international agent, a foreign spy?

That would be one reason for Kate never to mention the woman to Kamala. Not that she thought Kate was doing anything wrong; she was sure the new Hawkeye had thoroughly vetted Mysterious Friend. And not that Kate was in any way obligated to reveal her private personal life, either; they were teammates, not sisters.

The Pakistani-American teen’s imagination began to run wild. Maybe the two met when Mysterious Friend dropped in to help Kate in a fight in a warehouse, not unlike tonight. Ever since then, they’d been passing each other in the city in the way that only spies do. Secret rendezvous in coffee shops, where they stole longing glances at each other across the room, leaving love letters taped to the undersides of their respective tables. Passing each other on the subway, pressed against the windows, cars going in opposite directions. Perhaps one time they both found themselves in a crowded elevator, slowly moving towards each other as the occupants got in and out on various floors; eventually, they were pushed together, shoulder-to-shoulder, in the back, the tips of their fingers touching. And watching over Kate, silently, in the shadows, as she patrolled, perhaps taking out unseen threats to her girlfriend with a thrown knife, never making her presence known. Except Kate would know. She would feel Mysterious Friend’s love radiating through the city, helping to keep her safe.

When she arrived home, Kamala rushed to her room and opened her laptop, starting a new fic. This was too good not to write. She began to type.

“Home safe, Kate Bishop.” Hawkeye had just taken out a nest of petty crooks when a knife-throwing mysterious stranger had emerged from the darkness. The only prior indication of the stranger’s presence had come moments before, when the glint of steel in the moonlight caught a knife in mid-air, a knife that had then embedded itself in the right gastrocnemius of one final crook. He was either trying to escape or to get the jump on the dark-haired heroine, whose back was to the man. Whichever was the case, it didn’t matter to the stranger. Kate Bishop whirled around upon hearing the crook scream in agony and then crumple to the ground. She had an arrow nocked, drawn, and aimed in the direction from which the knife had come, even though she had neither seen nor heard it. When Hawkeye caught sight of the stealth suit emerging from the darkness, she lowered her weapon—and an enormous smile spread across her face. “Thanks,” she greeted the mystery figure softly, the smile being joined by a blush spreading across her cheeks. If the Mysterious Stranger had acknowledged the gratitude, it was imperceptible. The figure then spoke a single line of heavily-accented English, “Home safe, Kate Bishop.” She—for there was no doubt the voice was feminine—then melted back into the shadows whence she had come, leaving Kate Bishop alone with the neutralized crooks. Kate Bishop whose face was hot, red, and giddy. Kate Bishop whose heart was beating rapidly, but not from adrenaline nor from danger. Kate Bishop, whose fingers traced her lips as she remembered the feeling of another set of lips pressed against them. Kate Bishop who, in that moment, was no longer a deadly archer, but instead a besotted schoolgirl. “Home safe, Kate Bishop.” The words echoed in her head as she restrained the incapacitated crooks for the authorities. “Home safe, Kate Bishop.” They followed along with her as she moved through the city. “Home safe, Kate Bishop.” They were not a request nor an order. “Home safe, Kate Bishop.” They were a promise. “Home safe, Kate Bishop.”

FIN

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No idea what Kamala’s fics might be like, or what her internal monologue might sound like, or, well, anything 😳 But this idea was too good not to write, and that line, those four words, wouldn’t leave my head, so here we are. Enjoy, I hope?

[andonlyafoolwouldsaythat]

Rereading the Dark Tower series and it just occurred to me that Jack Mort's last day on Earth had to wind up getting covered by at least one "weird shit" Youtube channel (or whatever) on that level of the Tower.

A completely ordinary businessman (as far as anyone knows) frames a gun shop clerk for robbery, knocks out the cops who came to investigate, steals their guns, steals ammo (sort of) from the gun shop, then holds up a pharmacy and demands penicillin and "pays" for it with his Rolex. Then he hijacks the aforementioned cops' car and goes to a subway station, gets shot by another cop and survives but somehow catches fire, then strips down to his underpants, shoves all the crap he stole into his underpants and jumps in front of a fucking train. And during all this he's doing gun tricks out of a fucking Wild West Show and doesn't kill anyone.

Like that's gotta be worth at least a Caitlin Doughty video, right?

[transit-fag]

You gave me approval to post this (:

So I want to write a story revolving around the friendship of 6 queer people in New York

Here are their names:

Marion Lee

Sunny Dupont

Donovan Grace

Lucille Rose

Salinas Renne

Jean Domot

Here is a summary of the first Chapter :

The Story starts with Marion inviting Salinas to stay with her at her apartment in the Greenwich Village on his trip from Montreal. He is staying in New York to see their friend Sunny's theater show. After Marion picks Salinas up from Penn Station, they walk back to Marion's Apartment, stopping by a cafe that Marion works at and Marion picks up a Flyer for an arts show coming up as well as some coffee for the 2 of them. The 2 hang out for a day before Salinas finds a letter from Marion to Sunny where she admits to accidentally killing Jean. The day after he steals the letter, Marion and Salinas walk to Sunny's first theater show with a lead role, as they walk they discuss the art show coming up, Salinas is nervous during this, meanwhile as Sunny prepares for the show, he starts to talk to a man from a monastery on Staten Island promising an escape from his sinful lifestyle, sunny ignores the man and goes back to prepare for the show. When Sal and Marion arrive at the theater, Sal leaves the letter in Sunny's changing room. Sunny begins to read the letter after the show but the curtain call happens and he heads out to the lobby and spots Marion and Sal and decides to invite them to the cast's dinner at the diner near the theater. As he leaves he is held up by a reporter and tells Marion and Sal to go to the diner ahead of him. He heads back to his room to change, grabbing the letter and a gun before leaving. As they walk, Sunny reads over the letter again and again, eventually, they arrive at the diner and Sunny reads the letter one last time and approaches Marion about the letters contents, this leads to a fight between Salinas, Sunny and Marion about what happened, where it is revealed that Marion killed Jean and Salinas stole the letter, in anger about this, Marion takes the key to her apartment that she gave Sal back and storms out of the diner into the rain. Sal comes back to the apartment to find all his things are on the sidewalk. He calls up Marion who is smoking at the windowsill and tells her that he is truly sorry before walking back to the train station. Meanwhile Sunny stays at the diner and crys for a moment before running out and into a subway station, he is heading for Staten Island. As he waits on the subway platform, he listens to a small handheld radio and hears a familiar voice with a different name, the voice he hears is a radio DJ named Lucille, she is discussing the threatened execution of 2 revolutionaries and tells her audience to go and protest this crime, he turns off the radio and sits down on a bench in silence. At the diner sits a reporter at one of the empty booths, he gets up, asks where a pay phone is and calls up the papers in Boston

[almosthonest]

hey boppers with potential ocs! i've got something for you! write about how your oc got their gang name and/or got initiated into their gang (whether if be a gang you made up or in an already existing one from the movie/musical/game!) here's mine!

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And You Shall Be Reborn as Peart

His own drumsticks saved his life. Although, snapped in fours, he had other pairs. It was no worry. But, too bad, for those had been his favorite pair of drumsticks. Broken up on the ground, and he was maybe broken on the ground, too. Buried, bloodied after the battle he had with the fucking Turnbulls of all gangs. That Hector Lavoe looking motherfucker. He got him good. So good that he passed out on the way to the bar that he usually slept at.

Sawyer realized he wasn't there anymore when he woke up. Some light blinded him, and he already had the worst headache you could possibly imagine. When his vision finally kicked in, he realized that he's on someone else's turf instead of the place he's sleeping at.

"Aw, fuck, not again, man," he muttered to himself as he finally sat up.

"Hey! Hey guys, he's awake!"

Sawyer didn't even know where the source of the voice came from. He looked around. He didn't know where he was. Not until he peeped one of the vests. He recognized their colors almost right away. The Rogues.

Even though, he looked half dead, Sawyer had to look alive. The last thing he wanted was to show that he was confused. Or even worse, scared.

"What the hell am I doin' here?"

"You're very straight to the point. Don't you wanna know who I am first?"

Sawyer didn't even have to ask. He knew immediately. He could identify almost all the leaders by heart. He shook his head. "I already know who you are, Luther."

"Oh, so you do your research."

"It's not research when people are actively talking about it," Sawyer told him.

"Oh. So you're an eavesdropper. Good to know," Luther said back, his other gang members laughing behind him.

Sawyer scrunched up his nose at the laughter. Immature. They don't take anything serious. That's what he observed. He also knew that they didn't fight fair. At least, from what he saw and heard.

Then, Luther practically threw something at him. He looked down. They're his broken drumsticks from earlier. Hazel eyes look up at Luther, his nose still scrunched up.

"You took on the Turnbulls with a pair of drumsticks. I say you've got good combat."

Sawyer raised an eyebrow. "Okay? And?"

"And? Is that how you talk to your new leader?" Luther grumbled.

"Dude, you're not my leader, I'm not even initiated," Sawyer told him, "and besides. I roll on my own. I don't need no gang."

Sawyer didn't need to be in one. He could hold his own. He had been doing it for years. Parents kicked him out when he was fifteen. He's been sleeping at the same bar since he was seventeen. He's a lot older, wiser, street wise. He's been on his own for years. He could handle more.

"No?"

"No. Three gangs have already asked me. Same answer every time. No," Sawyer told him, "besides, who the hell took me here anyway?"

"Don't worry about it," Luther grumbled, "god, you talk a lot."

"You're not really good at convincing me. What's in it for me? If I join?" Sawyer asked.

It was a question that he gave every gang, and every gang so far couldn't answer it. Wreaking Havoc was already something that Sawyer did on his own. And he didn't even do that, he just stole to survive.

"Well, what do you want?" Luther questioned.

"A new pair of drumsticks for one," Sawyer mumbled. It's sarcastic, as he had a few more pairs in the bag that he carried, "no, but seriously. The one thing I want is not to use the subway anymore. I hate trains."

"You're in luck. We have a hearse."

Sawyer looked up at him. "Seriously?"

"Seriously," Luther answered, "it's why we have an advantage."

"So. When's the initiation?"

That was fast. But Sawyer would rather ride with a gang by hearse rather than on foot or subway. He never knew what trains to get on, he never knew what letters represented what. It made him feel stupid. And Sawyer? He hated feeling stupid.

"Right now," Luther answered, "you know the Furies?"

"Those mute dudes with the bats that only come out at night? Who rule near the West Side? Yeah, I've seen 'em," Sawyer told him, "why?"

"They've got somethin' of ours, we want it back. If you manage to steal what they took from us and get it back, you're in."

Sawyer scoffed. "That's it?"

"The Furies are no joke, man," said another guy. Sawyer had no idea who he was, and honestly he didn't even care.

"I know it."

"So, if you succeed, you're in. If not, you get to roam the streets on your own again," Luther told him, "so we have a deal or not?"

Sawyer ran a hand through his hair. It's gotten long and shaggy the past couple of years. All ten of them, really. He looked at the Rogues gang leader.

"Yeah, alright. We have a deal."

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Sawyer got it. Now he had to get out of there as soon as possible. He ran through the park, the Furies are after him. He ran through the park, though he was trapped. He scoped it out, see what he can use. Sawyer is surrounded, drumsticks in his hands, artifact in his bag. Whatever it was. He didn't fucking know. All he knew was that he had to get back to the hearse.

From swings to seesaw, Sawyer maneuvered quickly. More broken drumsticks, more bumps and bruises. Furies fell all over the park, the rest of them fled. Blood on the ground, even his own. Hair messed up, the Furies leaders chased him through the park until he got halfway through to the hearse.

More drumsticks are broken. Unfortunately, he's broken his last pair, and he's resorted to fists. Punch to the nose with one of the members, kick to another.

"They're down! C'mon!" One of the Rogues shouted.

Before he even goes back to the hearse, he spits in the Furies faces, blood from his mouth. He looked back, Cropsy staring, almost in awe, Luther in satisfaction. Sawyer quickly ran back to the hearse, he got in, and they sped off.

Sawyer took the item out of his own bag, placing it on the armrest. "There."

"You're good," Luther said, almost impressed.

The hearse is quiet. Sawyer is rubbing the blood from his nose. Maybe wearing white was a bad decision, especially since there was now so much blood on the sleeves. Bruised, bloodied. He didn't even know if it was worth it. Not until ...

"Peart."

Sawyer looked up. "What?"

"Peart," Luther repeated.

"Like, Neil Peart? The drummer from Rush?" Sawyer asked.

"Well, it fits. You kick ass with those drumsticks," Cropsy said back.

"And that's who you shall be," Luther added, "You shall be reborn as Peart."

[queerishly]

So, I had this dream…

I was taking the subway home from the late shift at work. My train was almost entirely deserted, save for a couple talking in hushed voices at the other end of the car. They occasionally glanced over at me, but they looked away if I met their eyes. Being visibly trans meant I was used to stares on the subway; I just kept my head down and my guard up.

As we left the last express station before a long, unbroken stretch of track, the couple went quiet. The tracks rattled and the lights flickered. The car was in near-total darkness for seconds at a time. Eventually, the train shot out of the tunnel and onto a bridge, the city lights casting the train in a soft, warm glow.

I looked over and saw that the couple had moved a few seats closer to me in the darkness. They were side by side, and the woman had a leg draped across the man’s lap. They held each other close, locked in a deep kiss. I quickly became flustered and looked away. I thought about what I should do. I could always duck between the cars if things escalated, but as I stole a few more glances their way, I found myself locked to my seat.

I stole a few more glances and saw things were escalating. The woman pulled her leg off the mans lap and slipped a hand under the waistband of his pants. He gasped and shut his eyes, and the woman looked over at me with a wicked grin. I couldn’t look away. She pulled her hand out and slipped her fingers into her lover’s mouth, then leaned in to whisper something into his ear. His eyes snapped open and met with mine.

The dream skipped ahead here, because the next thing I knew they were right next to me, one on either side. The woman raised an eyebrow at me, waiting for my answer. I felt myself nod. Another skip, and they were kissing me. The woman’s soft lips parted, her tongue parting mine, her sweet taste filling my mouth. The man planted kisses on my neck, making me sigh into the woman’s mouth. He wrapped his arms around me and slipped them under my shirt, my skin tingling at the bare contact.

Suddenly, the he withdrew his hands and pulled me back to lean against him. He turned my head back and kissed me, gently but with his hand still holding my head in place. The woman took her cue to escalate things further. She unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, and I lifted my hips so she could pull them down, then my underwear. My dick sprang loose, and her mouth was on it in seconds. Unprepared for the sensation, I let out a moan and bucked my hips, leaning deeper into the man’s embrace as he played with my new, sensitive boobs.

The train shot back into the tunnel. Soon, we would be pulling into the station. At this hour, there was a chance no one would see us, but one can never be sure. Regardless, none of us showed any indication that we cared enough to stop until we’d finished what we started. The woman stood up and I shuddered, barely recovering from her onslaught of pleasure before the man moved his hand down to take over.

The woman stood there, draping herself from the handrail and watching her lover drive me to desperation. After that moment of fond appreciation, she pulled her own jeans down and freed her cock. The man reached out for it, gently pulling her forward and aiming the tip at my mouth. I opened it eagerly. I couldn’t wait to taste her, to please her the way she had just pleased me. I was so, so ready.

And then I woke up. My own subconscious is such a tease.

[royal-chandler]

HI my friend <3 so glad to have you here on tumblr now! May I offer a little ficlet prompt? 🥰 How about Alex "accidentally rescuing" a tiny black kitten from an abusive person on the subway (Halloween insanity?) after work, bringing it home to Henry and David. 🥺 (cue: diabetes for everyone 💗✨😌 bonus points if they're both soaked from the rain, Henry cooing about them and David thinking the kitten is for him)

Thank you for the prompt and just being generally awesome and lovely. Happy Friday and I hope you like this! ❤

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Despite the rain that’s mizzling with the promise to turn miserable above ground, a good portion of the subway station is busy with people costumed up and spookily dressed for the Halloween weekend. Chatting up their Friday shenanigans that no doubt consist of closing down bars, late night partying, and making out with strangers. Everything that had been Alex’s idea of a good ass celebration not too long ago. Now, cold in his suit and regretting that he didn’t mind Henry’s suggestion to check the weather report before leaving the house that morning, all Alex wants to do is curl under a throw blanket with his head in Henry’s lap and stuff himself with whatever candy that they don’t end up doling out to the neighborhood kids. There will be some leisurely groping tossed in because even though Alex is older, he’s not fucking ancient.

Alex is caught up in evening daydreams and staring ahead at the bright red ETA for his train home when he overhears it. 

Beyond his shoulder, loudly, some idiot is saying, “I go for a damn adult cat and this bitch is all that’s left. Had to deal with it though since I couldn’t find anything else in the city. The minute the clock strikes twelve though, Cinderella is out on her ass.”

Some other idiot cackles, “Dude.”

Alex turns and finds a huddle of teenagers some odd feet behind him, snickering in shitty Halloween get-ups that minimal effort has been put into. One guy stands out in particular, drably dressed in sagging jeans and a stained white tee with the words ‘I’M A DUMB BITCH BUM WITCH’ scratchily magic-markered across. A pointed hat sits on top of his curtain of hair and, locked in an uncaring grip, is an inky black kitten that can’t be more than a few weeks old. The sight sours Alex’s stomach and sets his blood to a fast and furious boil.

Annoyed, and powerless to stop himself even if he wanted to, Alex walks up to the troupe of assholes, getting out his wallet to root through and withdraw some cash. The snickers abruptly drop into a surprised silence when he corrupts their small circle, either out of recognition or due to his audacity, Alex doesn’t know or care. 

“What? Don’t shut the fuck up now,” Alex says, tone set to sarcasm. “You guys were almost to the very bottom of the shit barrel. Keep digging, why don’t you?”

“Listen—”

“Actually, you should absolutely shut the fuck up,” Alex tells one of them without gifting his full regard, pre-empting a spiel he has zero interest in. He addresses the one who holds the kitten captive to his chest and offers out a few bills. “You interested in making some easy money? Because I’m gonna hazard a guess that you got her for free, right? So how about you sell her to me for fifty bucks. That way when you share this story—if you’re stupid enough to confirm to the world what a clown you are—you can’t tell anyone that I stole your pet.”

The guy stares at him, akin to a gasping fish. Confused, he choppily asks, “Wh—what? What do you mean?” 

“I don’t know how to be any more clear. I said I will pay you fifty dollars for that cat you’re planning to get rid of.”

The kid notices that they’re being scrutinized by more than just his friends, that phones have non-discreetly pivoted toward them. Awkwardly, he hands the kitten over. “Uh, okay, sure.”

Alex takes the kitten and cradles her close. She’s incredibly soft and warm, a curled up little scoop of fluff with barely there whiskers, yellow-green eyes the size of saucers, and a fleet heartbeat in the palm of Alex’s hand. Alex smooths two fingers over her head and she settles against him with an endearing and content purr. Alex breaks his gaze from her to consider the teen one last time, leveling him with an energy Alex typically reserves for his parents’ political rivals and vulturous journalists.

“And here's some parting advice that also won’t cost you a damn thing: the next time you decide you want to use an animal for a prop, don’t think of the handout you just got. Instead, you might want to consider that the next someone probably won’t be as generous as me and will go with my first instinct to punch you in your stupid, ignorant face.”

With that, Alex takes the kitten back with him to the platform, then to a seat on the departing Q Line and up the stairwell to the streets of Brooklyn. There, they instantly cross into a silver downpour that’s coming in sideways. Meowing, she melts in his hands—her fur sparkling with specks of wet stardust before flattening under the heavy drops—before Alex manages to get her ushered inside his rapidly dampening jacket. 

It’s typically a five minute walk to the brownstone and the pavement shines like black glass that could ease the way of ice skates but still Alex is able to cut the time in half. With the kitten tucked at his side, wiggling and pawing, he runs. On his route, he has near misses with passersby who don’t become visible until they’re silhouettes in front of him because, along with an umbrella, he’d also neglected to grab his new glasses.

So, of course, his fucking wonderful fiancé has a towel and his glasses case on standby when Alex arrives, David barking around his feet with a whipping tail. 

Soaked to the bone and dripping water on their  floor, Alex sighs, “You’re a godsend. I’m forever thankful for everything that you are.”

“Then why do you insist on desecrating the foyer?” Henry asks teasingly, humming. He shakes his head as he slips the glasses on to Alex’s face, his smile sharpening as Alex’s vision corrects to twenty-twenty. 

“I brought a gift that will hopefully make up for it,” Alex shares with him. “I think David’s already sniffed her out. He’s a fucking boy genius.”

“Her?” Henry questions, pouting and his brow furrowed. 

Alex lifts the opening of his jacket and brings out the kitten, not dry but not drowned either so he’ll count that as a win. 

Henry takes her immediately and bundles her up in the towel meant for Alex, her tiny face peeking out of a ridiculously overlarge and lumpy Turkish cotton burrito. He coos over her, pressing his lips against her ear in a tender kiss and lightly scrubbing her with the towel—easily opening his heart to her. She already looks at home in his arms, her eyes closing peacefully under the attention. “Oh, little love, where did you come from?”

“The subway station,” Alex answers, mouth downturned, still harboring embers of irritation. “Some asshole was using her for an accessory. A familiar for a witch’s costume, I think? I don’t know. Doesn’t really matter. He was a piece of shit and wanted to abandon her because she wasn’t a good enough attachment piece. Like at night, to be on her own. I couldn’t leave her with him. You might read about it online tomorrow.”

“What? That’s horrific. Why would anyone—obviously, you did the right thing, Alex.” Wearing an admiration that’s lit up with kindness, Henry continues with conviction, “Same as you always do. I couldn’t be more proud of you, sweetheart.”

Smitten, feeling like he’s come out of the rain and into a toasty sunbeam, Alex shrugs. He murmurs, “Just conducting my civic duty.”

Henry peers at him, his doubt transparent. He leans in and stamps a loving kiss to Alex’s mouth. He tells Alex, “Not everyone would have stood up the way you did. I surely doubt that the station was scarce or empty aside from you and that asshole. You chose to step in when you saw an atrocious wrong being committed. You’re a good man, Alex Claremont-Diaz. I’m glad for it and I’m sure this lovebug is as well.”

And then David starts to chime in, barking again with his paws antsy on the floor and his attention bouncing from Alex to Henry and back to Alex.

“See? David agrees with and, like you previously stated, he's a genius,” Henry says with a small laugh, maneuvering out of Alex’s airspace to better let David in between them.

“Oh yeah, is that so? Thanks, Davey, I appreciate it,” Alex says, squatting and dispensing playful rubs and scratches. He laughs when David enthusiastically licks under and over his chin. “I missed you, too. I’d hug you so hard right now if I wasn’t freezing my ass off. Don’t want you to get cold, too. How do you feel about being a big brother, huh? Would you like that? I think you’d rock it, bubba.”

“Happy that we’re in agreement that she'll be sticking around.”

“No question about it, baby.”

“Okay, I’ll make an Uber order and have some essentials delivered for her—kitty litter, a bed, some food. I can’t really tell if she’s too young for solids but I’ll send off a picture to Bea and see what she thinks. I’ll order both formula and food to be safe. There’s milk in the fridge but I’d rather we get it from the pet store.” Henry unpeels the towel from around the kitten and she acts like she can spider up Henry’s front when he holds her to him, her precious petite paws clumsily spreading over his heart. After a moment, Henry looks up at Alex. “In the meanwhile, you should head up and get under a hot spray, get warm.” 

Alex is hard-pressed to leave the scene but he nods and shrugs off his clinging suit jacket. He takes the used towel from Henry and combines the two together in his hands. “Sounds like a game plan.”

After a shower, and dinner for all four of them, the night is nearly identical to how Alex imagined it. He and Henry are sprawled on the couch in front of the fireplace and they trade kisses that are tinted with caramel and chocolate and occasionally interrupted by their ringing doorbell. 

“Check them out,” Henry says quietly from under Alex where he’s rubbing feel-good circles on Alex’s back with one hand and combing through Alex’s hair with the other.

Alex lifts his head to see that David has left his dog bed in favor of the space right next to the kitten’s. He’s hunkered down at her side and every single time that David pokes her gently with his nose like she's a play toy, she meows big and wide. When he’s done, she’ll then blink slowly at him, waiting until he does it again. It goes on this way for minutes.

“Holy shit, that’s so fucking cute,” Alex comments.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more adorable in my life,” Henry says.

“I can’t reach my phone.”

“I don’t care to find mine.”

“We’ll just get ‘em next time,” Alex decides.

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Eventually, they’ll of course name her (Ziggy) Stardust to go along with David (Bowie.)

I hope I used a correct subway line from Midtown to Brooklyn. If I didn't, feel free to correct me! I did google but I may be mistaken.

[spaghett-onaplate]

gods dude i miss living in australia ahdaskfjsdg like i loved going grocery shopping in woolworths. like i think we used to go twice a week or so? and that period of time was one of the very few times i would happily eat veggies. like i was chomping on a carrot or two the entire time. and like i think i loved my 3 months in australia bc while it wasnt a vacation (bc we were supposed to live there for like 4 years but came back be of complications w my dads job) i still didnt ahve school and i used to go to the park daily and run around and/or play cricket and there were so many birb!!!! i fucking love magpies even tho they were a pain in the arse and we used to all around the city exploring and omg i loved opal asdnsjfsdkfj I STILL HAVE MY FUCKING CARD LMAOOO i loved the trains man. they were so cool. ooh and i remember when i had my first bagel lmao and a seagull stole my brothers asdh aksfj. fun fucking times man i love being nostalgic about those few months they were amazing. like probably the best few days of my life i could talk about it for ages actually

sappho awww firstly thank you for popping in my inbox I love hearing from you!!! and secondly I was thinking about this sort of topic on a rare and ponderous walk I went on just half an hour ago. like I've lived in this same house for three years and vaguely same area for my whole life and yet there are streets i've never walked down?? It's all kinda mundane and ordinary to me? and I was just walking through these backstreets and thinking if I have no appreciation for this area and my life here I will have no appreciation for anything. I was walking around imagining a post-apocalypse type scenario like yeah I would travel around and walk through streets like this. But lol in general just trying to appreciate the familiar and the mundane. So perfect timing for this ask!! it's sweet and interesting to hear about how such a normal place for me is a beautiful memory for you, I will take care to appreciate my opal card every time I take the bus and train to school. it's a shame you couldn't have stayed here longer!! it's possible we could have crossed paths or that we even did! do you think you would come back in the future? a lot of my early cheerful memories involve a park and birds too :) as you may have seen I briefly talked about in tags recently? right now my dad keeps getting woken by bird wars at 4am, bc cuckoos are moving in to the area and they kick other birds' eggs out of their nests. and a few days ago my mum was woken by the noise of a brush-tailed possum (I think they're called that?) a horrifying screech which I will include a youtube link for. and re: veggies I think Australia is in a fairly unique and privileged position as the producer + customer of good produce. like most of the places that produce the best stuff don't even get to enjoy them? like Brazil and Ecuador and their coffee beans. that's a whole nother discussion about the global north/south ig but yeah like thats something I take for granted. exploring the city is soso nice I never get sick of it, one friend and I often end up wandering around the CBD when we hang out :) i went on a walk all around sydney harbour with another friend, and I've only walked across the harbour bridge once lol by myself. the magpies and seagulls!! man!! love magpies and everyone has a funny story of being absolutely divebombed in spring by them. one time my friend and I got sandwiches from the Subway that's at a circular quay wharf, if yoy rmemeber that station? Right near the opera house? anyways her sandwich fell and the toppings were gobbled up by seagulls in just a few seconds. Rip to your brother's bagel :'( I don't have bagels often but I love them. ooh also on the topic of opal cards/public transport -- the Sydney Metro! they've got this cool driverless speedy new train line and they're expanding it by revamping some existing train lines. and lightrail expansion too! so when you come back you can zip around the city in style. anyways in your honour I will move through the city with much appreciation for all the mundane things, and I hope you get to visit again sometime :))

[centrifugal-apotheosis]

//ooc: old IP thread I did with @still-capricious, @the-poke-virus and @i-am-3mm3t

Shortly after Top Man's escapade with the Nymble, he returns home, knocking on Virus's door. she opens with a big grin on her face.

hi Toppy ･:*+.(( °ω° ))/.:+ welcome home ( ^ω^ ) how was the terrorism?

Groovy to the max! Say Virus, ya ready for that important mission I mentioned? (the others can catch up dw)

the train heist

she looks worried for a second, before perking up again

Yes! ((o(^∇^)o))

Then let's cruise!

but on their way out, at the teleporter, they notice a different person has joined their band

WhAtChA dOiN AH! ("°O°)

Letting Virus finally drive the train of her dreams. Wanna come?

LeZ dO iT okay ദ്ദി ( ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ )

turns out, to Virus's surprise, the Unova Door leads to an infrequently used train platform - that leads right to Gear Station (on one end of the corridor it opens into)! That was easy!

ahh, the memories. just yesterday I was piloting Viper's body to rummage through these tunnels for my sister's shards for my grand [UNALIVE] scheme Oh YeAh WoNdErLaNd. ThAt WaS fUn. We StOlE a TrEaSuRe ChEsT fRoM a ClOcK, aNd ThEn

Top Man cues at Gamzee for him to shut it

Oh... SoRrY

ANYWAY, once we hit the end of that tunnel we should have a clear view of all the trains. "Redips"'s briefing said to "let [the digital girl-thing] pick it out" so that's what we're doin

Virus gets excited and runs ahead. Top Man's wheels are good for keeping pace with excited Virus's. The Homesuck man is surprisingly fast. Somehow, instead of being met with an empty trainyard, they are met with a trainyard with One 👆 Subway Boss inside it. Both sets of arms are folded neatly behind a white coat, and the usual smile is there, sharp and shadowed. With the lights this dim, only one eye visible, sparking with Electricity, and it is fixed directly on Virus. She pauses in fear, absolutely paralyzed

"You are still banned from Gear Station."

Can it jive turkey! Virus grab your fave! Gamzee cover us!

o7

Virus is too paralyzed with fear. Emmet's eye narrows, and one hand lifts to flick the brim of the white hat upwards. The smile stays, and for a split second, the Subway Boss almost seems to be glowing, light reflecting harshly off the white coat and red stripes. As it fades, the entire trio feels something - a LOT of somethings - crawling up their bodies and draining the electricity all of them hold. A Joltik hoard does not come without training, and breaking the rules does not come without consequences. A Top Spin gets these off of Top Man easily. They take longer to remove from the troll. Well that's one way to get nocked back into reality. Virus eats a Joltik that comes close to her mouth. Top Man grabs Virus and puts her on his head.

Just think about your favorite train and send it to me I'll get us there!

w-we can't [FOLLOW THE RULES] [EVERYBODY SMILE] [STAY BEHIND THE LINE]

AY! Can't stop the Top, remember? And you... SCRAMBLE THUNDER! RE-ENERGIZE!

Top Man's color shifts, and he shoots lightning everywhere, trying to panic the joltik with an over-feeding

[CAN'T STOP THE TOP]...

she focuses, and points out one of the trains

that one

10-4!

back to Top Spin, he spins toward it

Dodge bullets when I'm spinning!

...new plans are just beginning...

The thunder hits! Quite a few of the Joltik break off and skitter away, forgetting any commands that were issued, but Emmet himself... continues not moving. At least until Virus points at a train, and then he calmly walks over to it. If Top gets too close before he reaches, well-

Discharge.

A mere snap of the fingers overloads Top Man with too much electricity to handle. The discharge hits Virus as well, thanks to the piggyback ride she's currently receiving.

Scrap, I really don't want to have to bring that out, but

Without warning Gamzee opens the doors and throws them all inside. It's like this trolls made of rubber or something. It seems like this finally gets Emmet to show any front other than calm security guard, because all four arms fling out to cling to the train against the sudden movement before she finds herself restrained by Homestuck.

Ya HaVe A mOmEnT tO tAlK aBoUt MiRaClEs?

Ok you're up

w-what?

Get this hunk o junk movin girl!

a-alright

Don't you dare

As Virus heads to the control room of the train Emmet nearly growls, smile twitching into something less, something violent. He doesn't need to move, because lightning starts pealing off of him and striking nearly everything in the room. The train itself is charged and barely able to be touched. There's so much, it's blinding. Virus falls to her knees, stopped in her tracks. Gamzee turns Emmet away as Top dips into his Sub-Tank to heal Virus

This should do. I got more where that came from

t-thank you

Very suddenly, Gamzee is slammed directly in the diaphragm by an elbow that really shouldn't prickle that much. Damn Joltik fuzz. You know when you fall and can't breathe for a few moments because you got hit in the gut? That's what happens when you get hit in the diaphragm. Emmet escapes easy and dashes for Virus, arms out to grab her and throw her right out of the station.

Get drivin. I'll see if I can find that Reverse Thunder FM- NOPE!

Emmet gets a face full of wheel, and then a Chill Spike barrier goes up. Virus makes it to the control room unharmed, her eyes light up as she finally sees all those switches and buttons in person. In this moment, nothing matters. It doesn't matter who Emmet is or their past together, fuck Emmet for all Virus cares. This is the moment she was created for. Top Man also enters, and blocks the door with his heavy metal body. She turns back to TopMan giving the biggest fanged grin of her life.

ready （╹◡╹）

Gogogogogo

Emmet somehow lands on his feet, and goes to tackle Top Man, firing off another bout of lightning. It seems to be getting weaker, but the fact that he's trying his damndest to tear into the robot with his bare hands overrides that a little.

LEAVE. GET OUT. THAT IS NOT YOURS.

Gamzee is back up, barely

ThAt WaSn'T vErY mIrAcLeS oF yOu

Virus fires a Gemini Laser directly at Emmet's face, her eyes have gone pitch black

YOUR ENEMY IS ME, LEAVE HIM ALONE

She fires up the train. We are now in motion people. Emmet's smacked head-on and knocked away just as the train starts moving.

[FULL STEAM AHEAD]!!! [ALL ABOOOOAAARD]!!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! YEAH BABY!

HoOoOoOoNk

THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!!

Emmet scrambles back up to his feet and starts booking it, despite knowing full well that he can't catch up to a train, because it's a TRAIN. He still doesn't want Virus to win. She puts the petal to the metal and drives faster. Gamzee's still grabbing Emmet when his eyes grow wide and he stiffens, and suddenly turns and runs away full sprint still holding Emmet, only putting her down when they're back at the main Station and then running off down an infrequently used tunnel. Emmet fucking SCREECHES as he's dragged away, completely helpless to stop the theft from his own station. If he had any sort of chance before, it's gone now, but he does make sure to through an extra-strong Discharge at Gamzee as the juggalo flees. Suddenly, a voice in her head.

Let them go, Emily

He freezes for a minute, just a minute, but it's more than enough. Gamzee is gone, Virus is gone, his train is gone... That's it.

They don't know it yet, but they have an important task to do with that train. Thank you for letting it go. Now a great multitude of people on my world can have hope. Again, thank you, Emily. You have done my world a great service

She scowls, but stays where she is. She has to figure out where she is, actually, and then get back to the main office, and file the goddamn paperwork that comes with this, and get pictures of those three so they can go on her Banned From Gear Station board- there's a lot to do.

It's made just a little better by the name that isn't hers, yet.

Luckily it looks like she's right by the main entrance. Easy enough. Now to figure out all that other nonsense... and this new voice in her head (thank goodness this one seems more orderly than other voices, and not permanent)

…is everything ok?

She sighs, and starts walking off to where she needs to be. The air of discontent that she radiates, despite the smile once again stuck on her face, is enough for people to clear a path. The office door just barely doesn't slam as she closes it.

Quiet

...as you wish. The others are nearing position anyways

the voice fades. Em hums. There's not much else to say about the boring job that ensues.

[skeetskuurt]

WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING

(sneak peak)

~

My father was a liar.

I guess that's kind of strong. He was in sales. His motto was never leave the prospects house until they call the cops. He would tell me stories. Sometimes they were about all the places we were going to visit, like Fiji.

But mostly the stories he told me were about my mother. He said they met at the world's fair in 1980. He broke the bell with one of those mallets you swing and they gave him his choice of stuffed bears. He saw my mom in the crowd but he didn't give her the bear. He gave it to a little girl. He told my mom he'd get her a real bear if one was ignorant enough to cross his path.

They spent a magical day together. When the sun set she gave him her phone number and told him if he didn't call her the next morning, she would know he didn't truly love her. He put the number in his wallet and on the train ride home...

...a pickpocket stole his wallet.

Well, he said, a lesser man who wasn't so in love would have despaired, but not him. He remembered she was a school teacher, so the next morning he searched every school in Chicago until he found her.

I asked my father once how I would know when I was in love and he told me, "the day I met your mother, I heard strangers in the night." Well I didn't hear strangers in the night but, when I saw him I knew he was the one...

Sam Winchester. He started coming to my subway booth in September. Monday through Friday between 8 and 8:20. One Monday he didn't show up and I started to panic. Luckily it was Columbus Day and he was back again on Tuesday morning.

I haven't actually spoken to him but I knew someday I would...

He was perfect.

~

A/N: I actually started writing this this past December, but didn't finish it. I have more chapters to finish and alot of read throughs. If you did like this little bit of it, I'm sorry but I won't be posting chapters until this September or October. I know I know, it's a really long wait, but I want you guys to get in the feel of Christmas while reading it. I may genuinely forget about it and not post till November.

It'll be here before you know it I promise, but for now enjoy the year we have and see you this late 2024.

-skeeter🖤

[reddie-ao3feed]

A Couple Digits Short?

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cbJZBvu by panties_on_boys @14thstredstring’s post in Missed Connections My Star-Crossed Lover you: caramel hair, beautiful eyes, tan skin, tiny white tank top and low rise jeans that fit you really well btw me: black curls, maroon turtleneck, black denim jacket, ripped jeans, can’t count, cinematically pressed hand to window as the Q stole you away Richie reads it a hundred times. @princesseddie reacted 😂 to My Star-Crossed Lover @princesseddie commented on My Star-Crossed Lover: “Guyliner?” — Richie sees Eddie across the tracks of a subway station, but the Q train (on time for then first time ever) severs their destined meet cute before it can happen. When Richie posts a missed connection and it actually works, will they choose to just have the hook up of their lives or struggle through an LDR? …Also, why is he so fucking familiar? Words: 8960, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak & Richie Tozier Additional Tags: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier - Freeform, Eddie Kaspbrak - Freeform, Richie Tozier - Freeform, LDR, Famous Richie Tozier, Long Distance Relationship, College AU, they forgot each other, richie tozier being overzealous again, Smut, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Porn, Angst, fight for me fic, Blowjobs, handjobs, Panties, Twink Eddie Kaspbrak, Anal, Frotting, Phone Sex, Dirty Talk, Love Confessions, it Stephen king - Freeform, reddie smut, Reddie, Top Richie Tozier, Bottom Eddie Kaspbrak, Dialogue Heavy, and i love italicizing shit, Eddie Kaspbrak is Bad at Feelings, Service Top Richie Tozier, Power Bottom Eddie Kaspbrak, Bisexual Richie Tozier, Gay Eddie Kaspbrak, set in the present, uncharacteristic eddie maybe?, he’s very flirty and confident, Confident Eddie Kaspbrak, who doesn’t love a twink in charge eh?, Richie Tozier Loves Eddie Kaspbrak read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cbJZBvu

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Group A Round 3

[image ID: the first image is of Tragedian, a humanoid being with a white mask over the face with 3 small holes; 2 for the eyes, one for the mouth. it calls to mind the shy guy masks from mario bros. the second image is of Rose Red, a woman sitting before a microphone, speaking or singing, playing an autoharp in her lap. end ID]

Tragedian

awwww the skrunkly... theyre so cute i love them

Rose Red

Rose lived by the sea with her sister Pearl, and fell in love with an Astronomer who lived in a tree. She wrote poems about the stars to him, and he pretended to love her, then stole her work and published it under his own name. The Astronomer then takes an interest in Pearl, and Rose sees red. She goes to a Bear and asks him to maul the Astronomer and turn Pearl into a crow, which she would then put together in an empty cave, so that Pearl would have no choice but to eat the Astronomer’s eyes. The Bear, hearing her request, asks for four things: one pot of honey, one piece of stardust, one secret baptism and a photo of a ghost. Rose then proceeds to go fetch all these things from different incarnations of her, Pearl, the Bear and the Astronomer. She steals the honey from a soldier who is a reincarnation of Pearl, who she pretends to love. She steals the stardust (which is a story) from Scheherazade (who is also a reincarnation of Pearl). For the baptism, she steals a baby (who is a reincarnation of her) from its mother (who is also a reincarnation of her), takes the baby into the sea and blesses the child. For the photo, another incarnation of her (the Photographer) takes a photo of the Victim (another incarnation of Pearl) falling on subway lines right before a train comes in. The Photographer proceeds to destroy her camera, disgusted that she took a photo instead of trying to help. Original Rose gets all the things to the Bear, who then refuses to do what she asked because "he is not a murderer or a crazy person, he just likes honey". Rose then pushes Pearl in a stream where she drowns. Every single character in the story is an incarnation of Rose, Pearl, the Astronomer or the Bear. Rose and Pearl’s relationship across time is central, they are each other’s mother and daughter and sister and lover.