#and also the best disguise because who is ever going to expect anyone to use their real name

[varpusvaras]

@rooksunday I started to think about what Bail's vigilante name would be....and then I realised that Fox literally just uses his own name. Can you imagine the identity reveal? Of Bail and Breha realising that Fox quite literally just uses his actual name? What a scene that would cause LMAO

[brucewaynehater101]

I have a really soft and cute au for Lesbian Janet that could work in any universe but I think works best in the Young Justice TV Show Universe.

See, everyone gets really confused when Tim talks about his Mom, sometimes referring to her as Mama. Tim thinks that using two different titles like that should make it Obvious that he has Two Moms but well. The Bats may be Super Geniuses but they are still Idiots. Tim is also an absolute Mama's Boy with Both his Moms. He loves them both So Much.

Oh, where is Jack you ask? He doesn't actually exist. He's the fake name and personality that Tim's Mama came up with and used Magic to disguise as so they could get Legally Married For Tax Benifits. Also to get his Mama a legal identity. Why would she need one of those? Well... as was mentioned, Tim's Mama has Magic with a Captial M. This by extension means Tim is Magic With A Capital M as well. Totally has nothing to do with Janet and his Mama sculpting him from clay and breathing life into him. Woes of pregnancy who? Not Janet that's for sure.

Also Tim does Not tell anyone that he has Magic and he doesn't show it off. The only reason the Bats found out about it is because Tim came to a meeting with Bruce and Diana went "you. Your Magic is Familure but I don't know from where." And Tim was sweating while saying, "Magic? What magic??" And after getting questioned by Diana and Bruce he Caves and tells them a half truth, "fine. I was made from Clay, like you. My Mom didn't want to go through the struggles of Childbirth but still wanted a child. Instead of adopting like any sane and rational person, she made a deal with a God or Godess. I don't know all the details but she owed them something in exchange for Me. I do know the debt has been paid already though."

The debt was simply a tea spoon of blood for the ritual and A Kiss. Janet over paid the second part by a lot.

As for how Janet met and wooed A Goddess? Well, she was on a dig in Greece when her boat she was using to get to another island was caught in a storm and washed up on a different island. The Goddess was expecting violence or anger at being stranded, perhaps even Sorrow. But no, Janet took one look at the Temple in the distance and was pushing past her saying she needed to get to the Temple because it's clearly in *amazing* condition and could bring So Many insights into Ancient Greek culture and building practice. For the first time in decades, as this Random Woman ran her hand along a pillar and started rambling about the design and what the type of collums were called, Circe felt herself blushing.

CIRCE?!?!?

FUCK YEAH.

Anyways, this is absolutely adorable. Fuck. I would love an entire fic of Janet. Here's a general plot line:

Janet hasn't ever really been interested in romance. She's tried dating a few guys in high school for appearance sake, but she usually broke the relationship off when they became too affectionate.

This is when others started referring to her as "cold." She wasn't, but few people got close enough to her to listen to her rambles about ancient civilizations, archeology, and sociality impacts of culture. She enjoyed other stuff, but nothing quite lit her up like those topics did.

In college, she did find and make a few friends with similar interests. This is where she figured out she was into women and not men. The relationships lasted longer, but she was single by the time she graduated with her bachelor's.

Her master's ends up as some sort of work study where she travels the world. She's more invested in her studies and work than relationships at this point. She enjoys learning about people's lives and cultures but doesn't seek out more than friendship.

I'm not sure if Janet has already or is working on her doctorate by the time she ends up lost on an island (or really how archeology even pays bills).

When she arrives on the island, there's a beautiful woman there as well. Janet notices this, but doesn't give a flying fuck in comparison to the architecture.

And Circe? Finds herself amused and confused by this woman who, although is into women, doesn't care about Circe's looks. Janet just keeps asking questions about Circe's life, the temple, the plants, the culture, etc. It becomes endearing watching her work late into the night with her research.

Janet is so enthralled in all that is going on that she doesn't notice Circe's continuous flirting. It's so fucking frustrating for Circe, but makes her unbearably fond as well. Janet starts to consider this drop dead gorgeous woman a close friend of hers as they "work" late into the chatting about ancient Greece, their past experiences, and their lives. Janet, who has some experience with romance but not much, even flirts back. After all, women call each other beautiful all the time and hold hands and shit. Surely Janet can platonically cuddle with her friend while Circe compares Janet's eyes to the night sky.

It's only when Janet is ready to leave that she realizes that she's willing to give up everything she's worked for, all of her findings and education, to have more time with Circe. Janet is in love with her best friend.

Also, Circe is able to get a fake ID as "Jack" due to magic and Janet's connections

[multifandomthoughts]

Support Team + Engineer with a Plus Sized Reader

Medic

Actually prefers larger people (heavy) and absolutely adores you for it. Despite being a bit awkward with his compliments, he absolutely tries his best. You may have to ask him to repeat what he says again because it’s so quiet and spoken under his breath.

When you have to do a physical with him, he makes sure to give you your space and find ways to make you feel better in what is considered a stressful time. When the results come out and aren’t what is considered normal for BMI, Medic immediately rips up the paper. He thinks it’s absolute nonsense since your blood work looks fine.

Whenever you have an issue physically, he does his best to take you seriously, and find the root of the problem, rather than explain it off on your weight. He wants to make sure that you’re healthy and that you aren’t pushed to the size because of your weight.

If anyone ever makes fun of you for your weight or dares to say anything about it, expect to find that person in a body bag, or used for parts for his new experiments. If you catch him in the act, all he does is smile and wave at you.

Spy

He has been with many people of all different backgrounds and sizes so he loves absolutely every single part of your body. Is another person who does not take kindly to you insulting your own body.

Has more than once transformed into you with his disguise device just to show you the specific parts of the body that he loves so much. Definitely has done it when you’re away just so he can stare at your body. Also sometimes when you’re out shopping, when you’re not sure how something looks, he’ll use his disguise kit to show you.

He’s an amazing cook. Anything your heart desires, he can make. You want an omelette for breakfast? Done. A rare steak? Enjoy it. He just wants to make you as happy as he possibly can.

Absolutely ravishes you behind closed doors. He’ll kiss any part of your body that you don’t love about yourself as well as trace his fingers down the specific area. Also insists on showing you how much he loves you with gentle massages.

Sniper

Sniper is a family man, and everyone who’s met him knows that. So when wants to introduce you to his family, he’s nervous about what his parents will think about you. To his delight, they love you, and don’t judge you for your size. They’re just happy that he has someone he loves that has a relatively normal job and life. (They’re bound to find out the truth later.)

He loves having you in his camper, hanging out with him and bothering the shit out of him. (Affectionately.) It used to be pretty bare bones, but now it has a bunch of things that remind him of you, and a bunch of little snacks for when you come to hang out.

When he’s sniping and you decide to come along, he makes sure that the spot he’s in is comfortable and safe for you to be in. He doesn’t want you to get stuck, or be an open shot for an enemy. It would kill him if anything happened to you.

He loves knitting you little things, and it makes you happy because sometimes it’s hard to find clothes in your size. Now you no longer worry about it, because you know that if you ask, he’ll make you something.

Engineer

Engineer absolutely loves serenading you with his guitar, and wants you to feel as special as he possibly can. He does it even more so if you’re ever feeling insecure or upset about your body.

Loves having you in the workshop with him. Because you’re larger, you’re able to lift and hold larger things, taking a lot of the weight off of his shoulders. It also means he doesn’t need to worry as much about you getting hurt as you’re larger.

He loves having you to his big family outings, as it’s boisterous and a bunch of fun. And because of the amount of people, and because he’s Texan, you never ever go hungry.

He loves having campfires, just the two of you. It warms his heart to have the person he loves spend time with him. You help him make the fire, and he either roasts marshmallows, or roasts sausages, whatever you’re in the mood for.

[avalon-of-babylon]

CHEST OF HOLDING

This is inherently improper use so do this at your own risk and please report any problems with me and Larian for everyone's sake.

Preliminary findings/Original post

So I've been collecting pretty chests in case there's housing later and one of the chests I've kept is the Chest of the Mundane from the Arcane Tower in the Underdark because it's pretty and I think it's funny sticking stuff in here. Well because of all that I've been putting my chest collection in there and a minute ago I picked it up. Completely full of over a dozen other chests I was still able to pick it up. It's magic not only makes things look like mundane items it also gives them their weight, making the Chest of the Mundane is the closest you can get to a bag of holding. It has a base weight of 20lbs meaning the 227 loot items in there with over a 100lbs of weight was reduced to 36lbs.

"Proper" Use

Be careful when moving items. I have accidentally lost items while doing this and because it makes things things mundane they become hard to find after so be careful.

Save often. You don't need to save every time you use it use it but because of bugs I've discovered it's best to save regularly.

Don't be worried when selling. All the items in the chest should appear in the holder's inventory with the value of what it's disguised as, just moving them to the sell area will remove the enchantment and give them back their true price.

Recommended for Karlach. Because the chest has a base weight of 20 and will go higher I recommend having our girl Karlach or another character with a high carry capacity hold it.

Sell often. Because the weight will slowly go up as you loot sell when possible to keep from things getting out of hand.

Read and mind the warnings below. The warnings below are serious and there for a reason.

WARNINGS MUST READ

DO NOT EVER LOOT THE ENTIRE CHEST AT ONCE. This will at best bug out your inventory and as worse crash the game.

I fully believe Larian did not expect anyone to use the chest like this making any use of it in this way is inherently improper.

Do not fuck around with the chest. I do not know what will happen if you throw, destroy, sell, place or move the chest when full of random crap.

The chest isn't always right. Because this is inherently improper keep an eye on numbers like carry weight and mundane item value. These can be a warning that the chest might start bugging your inventory.

Verify file integrity. If things start acting weird don't be afraid to put the game down for a bit, verify your files, and take a break. Verifying takes 10-30 minutes for me, just make dinner, do your laundry, take a shower, clean your desk, it'll be ready when your done.

This has not been tested in multiplayer. I'm trying to talk my cousin into testing how it for me but until them it's a mystery.

Consider the risk. Cheesing the game like this is not without problems. Personally I'm a dumbass who sees this on the same level as modding outside Vortex or CursedForge when you have no fucking clue what your doing.

Soooo I started a new game a turns out the chest isn't doing the thing.

It will still bug out your game if you loot all so don't bother doing anything with it but going "hehe the sword is now a cup"

[hellcifrogs]

Here's an intro for the Junko AU

Uzumaki Junko’s Konoha

Uzumaki Junko is the granddaughter of Uchiha Yorima, one of the great founders of konoha who have brought the current peace to the ninja world. As an Uzumaki, Junko is of noble blood and in line for hokage position, she is trained for it everyday by the best teachers, she’s been taught everything she needs to know since she was very young, she has everything.

Junko longs for a life outside of the village walls, free from the constant watch and expectations, most importantly, she wants the freedom to be a girl with friends and go on missions like everyone else. She has one friend, Hyuuga Honoka. Honoka is the daughter of the main branch closest in age to her. She was also trained her whole life for a single purpose and always kept around Junko as they grew up, and finally when she was old enough to enter the academy Honoka received a special seal, similar to her clan’s branch cage one, a seal to serve and protect a specific person: Junko. And so she became her bodyguard.

Private teachers, personal bodyguard, her own house, everyone in the village knowing her and treating like a princess. Junko has everything.

But there’s just one problem in Junko’s life. And it’s her Uchiha blood.

In this world people are born the same and, althought blood connection can help, anyone can awaken the powers of any clan. Said clans are formed around those powers, and not bloodline.

The Hyuuga are the main clan of the village, after the Uzumakis, who are close to royalty, they have priority over the skills any child awakens. The main branch is made up of blood related “pure” Hyuugas, the branches take in the people who join from other bloodlines. Although rare, branch members can climb their way to the main house, by proving themselves in combat skill.

A child born from any of these clans who awakens the ability specific of another - more noble clan - will be taken to train and join said clan, like Inuzuka Tabata who was born with the byakugan and had to follow their rules for years until finally failing the tests and being bannished back to the Inuzuka.

After the Hyuuga clan comes the InoShikaCho houses and the Aburame, after them the Inuzuka and Sarutobi, and finally the smaller clans like Haruno, Lee, Hatake etc.

There are no Uchihas in konoha. It’s been years since anyone with their rare skills has been born. This is why Junko is so precious, she is a royal Uzumaki with good chances of awakening the sharingan. That’s what she’s trained for, that’s what they teach her. Because that’s what she needs to know.

Uchiha Domin

Domin is what Junko does not need to know. A young boy without a name, he chose Domin as his name when he awakened his sharingan.

He knows about Junko and never cared for her in all of his years working in secret, doing the dirtiest and darkest jobs for konoha. Junko is 12 and has never left on a mission, heck she’s not even officially genin yet, while Domin is 17 and has been killing and fighting for his life for almost a decade now.

He knows he has blood on his hands so that she doesn’t have to, and he doesn’t care because he knows about her, he knows that blood is keeping him alive, but when Junko’s time comes - if it ever comes - it won’t save her. So he doesn’t care and he does his job.

That is until he has to care. He meets the girl by accident, running errands in disguise around the village, when she notices him. And Junko is like the sunshine, she draws him, warms him and sees him. He gets to actually know her in the short period he allows himself to stay close and realizes, too late, the mistake that was. Because Junko shouldn’t know about him.

Domin can’t let this go any longer so he warns her.

“You can’t awaken these eyes! The day you do, you’ll be dead!”

There’s a reason no Uchihas have been seen in years. There’s a reason Domin needs to be useful to stay alive. And there’s a reason Junko and everyone else can’t know about people like Domin.

“Uchihas are cursed and need to be hunted and killed.”

That’s how it is. Junko doesn’t know his name, but she knows the truth now.

[gimmethosedaddymilkers]

Cardinal Sins and Other Desires

Okay, I know I have other requests that were submitted first, but I this weekend is a writing weekend because I need to decompress my mind and I wanna do something fun

But this one was requested by @cantchoosejust1 who offered a very interesting idea of Arthur and reader having to disguise themselves as a priest and a nun....and have some...interesting times. 

I-

The idea is so juicy I had no choice but to do it. 

This is my take on it but of course @cantchoosejust1​ if it doesn’t match your expectations I’d love to take another stab at it!

It’s also probably gonna be a bit of a longer read, so strap in!

So

With that being said 

Warnings!: NSFW, Uhhh religious type things but it’s sexy so like....if that offends you don’t read, arthur being delicious, female reader 

Tags!: @mrsarthurmorgan7 @kieropal @photo1030 @pcotarelo @6kaja9

Alright, that being said, everyone, hold onto your butts, let’s get this horny train rolling!

“Dutch, this has got to be your dumbest idea yet.” 

Arthur scoffs as he looks down at the ridiculous looking outfit that Hosea and Dutch have managed to just barely squeeze him into, his arms raised out to his sides. 

A set of Priest’s robes that match the Nun outfit you’re wearing, and you can’t help but agree with him, you feel absolutely idiotic wearing the long black robe with it’s white accents and hood. 

The black robe Arthur dons is plain, matching black buttons, and something similar to a miniature poncho rests against his shoulders, that signature white collar sits around his neck, but if it’d been a single size smaller he’d be choking. 

“I have to agree.” You sigh and look down at yourself, and at the rosary beads that Hosea had placed in your hand. “This is a stupid idea. The two of us couldn’t pass off as religious figures, are you kidding me? I couldn’t quote a single thing from the Bible.” 

Arthur snorts in agreement and puts his arms down to his sides, looking up at his two father figures with a grimace on his face. 

It was early evening, and Shady Belle seems far more inviting than going out into Saint Denis, into a Church of all places too. 

“The two of you need to look on the logical side of this!” Dutch crosses his arms and stares at the two of you, his nostrils flaring in annoyance. “That Church has money in it, I know it does. We got a decent tip on it, and this is the best way to get in there and get it without causing a huge scene.”

“Why us though?” You can’t help but let the question slip out of your mouth.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like working with Arthur, quite the opposite actually. Arthur was fantastic to work with, he got the job done right, and he got it done quick, usually, if he could. He was precise, and he was good at what he did. 

The only problem between the two of you working is that you were often distracted watching him work. It was obnoxiously attractive to watch him reload his gun in the middle of a gun fight, his back against his wall and the calmest look on his face, sometimes annoyance, but never fear. It was one of the best things about him.

That was about the only thing that ever-caused problems working with him.

That and the fact that the two of you tended to get along a little too well if you’re left alone for too long. 

In both of your defenses the two of you have been together for nearly two years now, so it was only natural that it happened. 

But, your question, it was more directed at why the two of you for THIS specific job.

If anyone was suited for this kind of job it was Mary-Beth, Karen, maybe even Hosea himself, but Arthur? You? 

Arthur wasn’t exactly known for his play acting, or for his subtly.

“Because, the two of you are the best we have, you’ll get the job done, and the two of you are the only ones without jobs set up right now.” Hosea chimes in and quietly he walks towards Arthur, adjusting a part of his costume. “You’ll know what to do.” 

“Arthur’s not exactly...” You swallow, trying to think of a nice way to say what you needed to. “He’s not really the stealthy type.” You finish.

“That’s why you’re going with him.” Hosea huffs. “We were told that there’s a stash of money in the basement of the church, as long as you and him can get there and get it that’s all that matters, if he goes to step out of line then you can step in and steer the situation right.” 

“Don’t I get a say in all this?” 

“No Arthur, you don’t.” 

“So why not just send me in by myself?” You furrow your brow and cross your own arms now. 

“Because you can’t pass as ‘Father Morgan’.” Dutch snorts. 

“Ugh....’Father Morgan’.” Arthur shakes his head and looks towards the road leading out of camp, his horse and yours stand next to each other, grazing at the grass nearby. 

“Come on you two! It’ll be fun, go out for drinks afterwards! Our treat!” Dutch moves closer to the younger man and claps his shoulder with a hand, shaking Arthur slightly with a huge smile on his face. “It’s just one job, I promise, no more outfits for you for a while after this one Arthur.” 

Arthur sighs and rolls his eyes, but swallows and nods before taking a step towards the horses. 

“C’mon Darlin’ let’s get this done with.” 

You roll your eyes as well but follow behind offering a bit of a timid wave to the two older outlaws, moving quickly to keep up with Arthur, who even in his new outfit seems to move much faster than you could. 

“This is ridiculous,” Arthur looks over his shoulder at you as the two of you reach your horses. “Look at this, look at me, I look stupid.”

You chuckle and smack his shoulder with the back of your hand as you mount up.

“You aren’t the only one Arthur, I look stupid in this get up too.” 

“Not as stupid as me, I’m surprised this damn thing hasn’t ripped yet,” He sighs and mounts his own horse, struggling slightly with the tightness around his arms. “They couldn’t find anything bigger than this?” 

“Apparently not,” You nod towards the road leading out. “Let’s get going cowboy, the sooner we get this done the sooner we can get out of these things.” 

“You’re right, I know.” 

He offers another sigh, but then turns to lead the two of you out of camp, setting off at a decent pace.

............

You lean your head against the side of Arthur’s bicep as the two of you lean around a wall, staring at the Church placed in a rather unfortunate location for the two of you.

It’s situated in nearly the center of attention, it’s not in an area that’s exactly easy for the two of you to sneak into it, the only way to go about it was to walk in with confidence that your disguises would work. ‘Stealth’ in the traditional sense wasn’t an option for the two of you two.

“Alright, so...” Arthur adjusts himself, standing a little straighter. “I guess we just walk in?” 

“I guess, try to seem Pious, straighten your back, look confident for once Arthur.” 

“Hey, I’m confident-” 

“Yeah when you’re drunk and when you’re robbing, just....Imagine you’re....”

You stop and huff, turning to face him as he stands against the wall of the building the two of you have hidden yourselves behind. 

“Play Dutch.” You finish.

“Play Dutch?” 

“You know, be....fuck Arthur just be obnoxious. Everything you do, pretend it was planned out, if you’re confident about it they won’t question a single thing.” 

“You think Dutch is obnoxious?” Arthur makes a sound that borders between a snort and a full laugh as he looks at you.

“Of course I do, but that’s not important right now.” You look back towards the church. “Just...Like I said be confident.” You reach up and gently move a lock of his hair behind his ear, it’s not too long, not enough seem out of place, but he definitely should have gotten it trimmed. 

“I know, it’s a mess.” He huffs and reaches up, covering your hand with his own. “Didn’t get the chance to stop and cut it with everythin’ goin’ on in camp. It’s gettin’ too long.” 

“Just keep it out of your face, you did good with your stubble, looks clean.” 

“Good, now, gimme a kiss before we do this.” 

You can’t help but smile at him, and offer him a quick kiss, which he makes longer as one of his hands grips your waist tightly when your lips make contact with his. 

He has a habit of deepening those kisses that you mean to be quick pecks, little messages of love that turn into something far more...promiscuous. 

You finally manage to pry yourself away from him, suppressing a laugh. 

“Arthur, come on, we’re gonna get caught, now go, I’ll follow.” 

“Alright, alright-” He starts to move away from you, but you grab his robe sleeve quickly.

“Sorry, don’t forget this.” 

You thrust a bible into his hand, and then give him a slight push. 

“Confidence Arthur!” 

“Alright, I got it, I got it, jus’ come on, you gotta come with me anyhow.” 

You wipe your hands on the front of your robes, feeling the palms of your hands get sweaty.

You stand a little straighter and follow after him as the two of you walk towards the church, trying to control the sudden set of nerves that have overcome your body. 

It’s late, the sun had set on the way into Saint Denis, in theory there shouldn’t be anyone in the church, or at least there shouldn’t be too many people in there. 

It was the middle of the week, there wasn’t a Sunday Service. 

Hopefully things would be easy for the two of you, as long as you could keep the charade up.

Nearing the church you could see two nuns talking to one another outside the front door, arms held in front of themselves, one hand over the other, and you quickly mimic the posture as the two of you continue. 

Luckily as you pass the two of them they do nothing but nod and smile at the two of you, which each of you return. 

As you pass through the doors you lean a little closer to Arthur, keeping your voice quiet.

“You’re doing great Arthur.” 

“I ain’t done anythin’ yet, that’s why.” 

You shake your head and swallow back the remark you want to say as you look down at the rosary in your hand. 

“Just look around, where’s the stairs to the basement in this place?”

“Don’t know, I ain’t ever been in here, I avoid the city and most religious places like the plague,” he whispers. “I’m surprised I ain’t burned up in flames yet.” 

You elbow him as subtly as you can.

“Shut up, if anything the both of us would be in flames by now if that myth was true.”

“Mhm...Awful crime, that premarital sex.”

“Arthur, I think it’s several other crimes that would cause us problems before that one.” 

“I guess you’re right, probably all the murder and robbin’.” 

“You think?” 

He offers a quiet chuckle, one of your favorite sounds, low and breathy, short and sweet. It’s cut off quickly as he looks to the left, seeing a door off to the side of the main room, away from the pews and podium.

“You think that leads down?”

“Don’t know, we’ll have to take a look.” You sigh and look around the room, it seems completely empty, at least from what you can see. “Let’s be quick about it.” 

“Right.” 

He leads you off towards the door, and as you reach it he opens it up, only to reveal a small closet that’s nearly empty, despite a broom in the corner and a few extra bibles on the top shelf.

“Damn, not it... We should look-” 

“Get in the closet!” 

“What the hell are you talkin’ about?” 

Your body is sparking with a sudden rush of anxiety, a sound from your right had sent it through you within a matter of seconds. Voices, is what it sounded like to you, quiet, but there.

“Just get in!” You shove him into the closet and follow after, closing the door in front of you.

The two of you are shrouded in darkness easily, and your body brushes against him, your back to his chest, and you listen as he grunts after hitting his head on the shelf.

“Jesus Y/N, the hell are you doin’?” He’s whispering, but there’s a familiar anger in his voice, well, perhaps its more annoyance.

“I’m sorry I panicked! I heard voices over by the pews...” 

“Well we’re dressed like this for a reason-” 

“We can’t get out of here now, they’ll wonder why we were crammed in here together.” 

“What, you’re sayin’ Priests don’t get freaky now and then?” 

“Arthur you know they don’t.” 

“It was sarcasm darlin’.” 

You take a shaky breath and Arthur’s arm snakes around your waist and he pulls you flush against his body.

“It’s alright Darlin’, we’re fine. What’s goin’ on with you tonight?” 

“I don’t know...something about a church, I feel like getting caught here is worse than getting caught in a bank.” You mumble.

“What, all that higher power nonsense?” 

“I don’t know, society does not take likely to thieves of the church.” 

“Darlin’ society don’t take a likin’ to any thieves I’m afraid.” 

You chuckle quietly and lean against him.

“You always know what to say, you know that?” 

“Mhm...I try...Now...you think you can take a peek out there, see if they’re gone?” 

You take a breath and do as he suggests, opening the door quietly and slowly, peeking your head out just barely. 

You listen, hardly moving, hardly breathing, until you realize you no longer hear anyone speaking.

“I think we’re good.” 

You step out of the closet and Arthur follows suit, and that’s when you see another door.

It’s straight across from the one that you just exited, and without another word to Arthur you head towards it, and pull it open, a feeling of relief flooding over you as you see stairs heading downwards.

“Good Girl...” Arthur’s voice is nearly a growl in your ear as he leans over your shoulder, he knows how that gets to you, he does, but in this instance you’re fairly certain he’s done it unintentionally.

He’s got a habit of making things attractive when he doesn’t mean to.

“Thanks Father.” 

“Don’t say that.” 

“Would you prefer Daddy?” 

“Not unless you wanna cause more problems for yourself Darlin’.” 

You chuckle and begin to head down the stairs, Arthur following you and closing the door quietly behind him.

The basement is dark, and almost damp feeling, you can’t see a damn thing and Arthur doesn’t have his trusty lantern with him.

“Well now what?” 

Arthur’s breath comes out warm against your shoulder and an arm wraps around your waist. 

“I don’t know, let me think.” He mutters. “I got my matches in my pocket.” 

“Your robes have pockets?”

“Course, yours don’t?” 

“No, it’s a fucking dress, so is yours I didn’t figure you’d have pockets.” 

“Please don’t refer to it as a dress, you’re ruinin’ my masculine reputation.” 

You roll your eyes but your hand finds its way to his thighs, patting along the robe in an attempt to find said matches

Of course he has matches on him, he can’t go more than an hour or two without a smoke. 

“Mhmm...careful, you’re gonna hit somethin’ else while you’re down there.” 

“Why the hell are you so horny right now, I’m not even wearing anything revealing-”

“Maybe I’ve been possessed, need some holy water...” 

“Arthur please, can we find the money?” 

“I’m sure we can, but I’m sure I’d be a lot more focused after...”

“Are you serious right now?” 

“Yeah, serious as a heart attack Sugar. Somethin’ about this place...somethin’ about that....the...shit...the idea of somethin’ like that in a place like this, a church...” He lowers his voice. “In public.....it’s doin’ somethin’ to me.” 

You know he means it, you can feel his hardness against your rear, you’ve been able to feel it since the closet, you just refused to say anything.

The basement seemed like the safest place, if you were going to do this.

Not only that but Arthur wasn’t the only one who had this sort of feeling.

The idea of being caught...It was exhilarating, and the idea of being dressed as a nun, yet committing such lewd acts...

You swallow, and grip the rosary in your fist fairly tightly.

“Possessed by the devil, not a demon.” You mutter.

“Maybe you should exorcise me....you are a nun after all.” 

You turn, and your eyes are finally adjusting to the darkness, you can see the look on Arthur’s face, the haze of red beginning to cover his cheeks.

“Maybe we need to fuck it out of you.” 

“Seems like it’s what he wants...” Arthur murmurs and his hands reach for your waist, and that’s when you catch him.

The rosary slips around his wrists easily, it’s a long beaded string with a cross on the end, longer than it needs to be, but long enough it works perfectly.

You know he can break out of this makeshift bondage easily, but he won’t, at least not on purpose.

He watches, his eyes hungry as you wrap the rosary around his wrists as many times as you can. 

“That’s new.” He snorts. 

“Maybe that demon will be more willing to leave with a cross on him...”

You have no idea what’s convinced you to slip fully into this sort of romanticized sort of scenario. You know he isn’t possessed, you don’t even believe in that kind of stuff, but....the idea that the only way to expel that ‘demon’ is to fuck it out of him...

It’s doing something to you. 

Luckily Arthur can catch on easily, and he follows your lead.

“Well, what the hell are you waitin’ for, you gonna fuck this demon, or are you gonna leave me tied?” 

Quietly, you step forwards, and unbutton the lower buttons of his robe, following after that his union suit which even in the dark you can see the outline of his dick pressed against his thigh.

His cock springs out the moment you get it unbuttoned, and without much of a thought you lick the tip of it, listening as Arthur sucks in through his teeth.

From there you move to the base of him, and lick along his shaft, moving towards the tip before taking him into your mouth fully, and that lovely voice of his comes tumbling out of his mouth in a groan.

He rests his tied hands against the back of your head, gently pushing his wrists against it in an attempt to partially guide you, gripping, or at least attempting to grip, at the hood of your robe.

“Fuck....I didn’t....shit I didn’t realize I was that...sensitive...right now.” He breathes out.

You hum against his skin as you bob your head, and again he lets a groan out.

You don’t do this long, and his dick comes out of your mouth with a satisfying pop.

“Nah, that....that ain’t fair-” 

“I said we’re gonna fuck it out of you Arthur, me sucking you off isn’t exactly a fucking.” 

He’s silent at your remark and watches in the dim light as you shuffle and manage to get your undergarments off.

He watches as you kick them to the side and then motion for him to near you.

He follows orders, the opposite of his usual dominating demeanor, but that’s going to change soon.

You simply turn around and face the wall nearest to you, placing your hands against it, and then arching your back out towards him.

“Oh....shit.” 

Arthur swallows, and it’s only a moment before his mind seems to be taken over.

His hands are still tied, but thanks to your earlier endeavor his dick is exposed, and all you have to do is pull up your skirt.

His arms come over your neck, his hands still confined, now settled against your collar bone as he manages to get his cock lined up with your slick.

He pushes into you roughly, enough to make you cry out, and from there he’s unable to move slowly.

His hips snap against yours, deeply, roughly, needily.

“Jesus Christ...” He huffs.

“He ain’t doing...much to help...you right now.” You manage to get out as your cheek rests against the wall, your body moving in tandem with Arthur’s, back and forth, your breasts grazing the wall.

“No...he ain’t....fuck....you sure you ain’t the devil?” 

You twitch your hips, moving against Arthur in an attempt to get a deeper angle.

“Maybe...” Your face is hot, your neck too.

You listen to the sounds he makes, each little grunt or groan pushing you forwards.

“This ain’t very....fuck....this ain’t very holy of you.” 

“Sometimes....you need different....solutions..” 

There’s a noise the sounds from upstairs, and suddenly Arthur’s hands are pressed against your mouth as he continues to rut into you. 

“Shhh....quiet Sugar...you don’t want us to be caught do you?” He whispers.

His thrusts get harder, and you bite down on his hand, the area you can get to, you think it’s the side of his thumb, doing your best not to hurt him, but it’s the only thing you can do to stop the moan building in your throat.

You love it when he’s rough with you, and this position, these clothes, getting caught now would only make things hotter.

You know exactly how Arthur would react, and a part of you hopes that someone will, but you know it’s for the best if they don’t.

“Fuck....’demons’....jesus...fuck...” Arthur’s attempt at another suave sentence fails as his hips smack yours again and again.

You lick his hand, leaving hot breath against his skin, and listen to him do his best to suppress a sound that rises to his throat.

“You tryna get us caught? For a Nun...you’re kinda....a slut...” He huffs out. 

“Yours Father Morgan...” The words are uttered against the side of his hand in a whisper, but he hears it and he swallows, trying again to keep his voice from raising.

“Please....Harder...” 

“Christ Woman, maybe you are possessed.” 

“Harder...” You plea again, pushing your hips back against his, roughly hoping he takes the hint, which you’re lucky and he does.

“You know....I...fuck...I could finish you...if I had my hands....” 

You offer a grunt in response and watch as he pulls his wrists apart and the beads scatter around the room, pinging against the floor in every direction.

His hands fly to their places almost like it’s instinct.

One against your throat and the other to your clit.

He circles it, matching up his speed with the thrusts against your ass.

“You thought you could keep me like that, but sorry Darlin’...I just couldn’t do it any longer.” 

His voice is breathy, and he leans forwards, kissing your neck, listening to the sounds that escape your mouth,.

He only stops when the sound of the basement door comes. 

He’s quick to move, his cock still buried inside you as he pulls you around the side of a wall.

No one would see you there, not unless they walked around.

He places a palm against your mouth and he leans his back against the wall, only to thrust upwards into you, slowly, making sure his body and yours wouldn’t make a sound.

“Someone down here? The church is closed for the night I’m afraid!” 

Arthur moves slowly, his hips still gently rocking against yours, it’s nearly torture, and you want to beg him to move faster, but to quell it you bite his palm, just as you’d done earlier.

“Hello? Anyone?” 

His dick pulls out gently, and he has to do his best to keep a groan in his throat.

“Must be hearing things.” 

The two of you listen as the person heads back up the stairs and the door closes.

You let out a deep breath and as soon as you do Arthur’s pace picks up.

He’s fast, thrusting into you with a speed that seems like he’ll die without feeling you clench against him.

His hand comes back to your neck and the other back to your clit.

He’s persistent, and after a moment you know why.

His hips begin to get erratic, the rhythm and speed are off, and his breathing against your neck gets hotter, they turn from deep breaths into panting.

“Sugar....you nearly there? Princess...I’m....soon.” 

You can’t do anything but nod, leaning your head against his shoulder as he keeps you moving.

The hand around your throat moves to cup your breast, squeezing it through the cloth.

“Love the way these bounce...” He mutters. “Even clothed it’s a sight...” 

“Arthur,” You close your eyes, your arm moving to come around his neck, the other slapped against the wall.

“Mhm....you’re almost there, I can hear it in your....fuck...in your voice.” 

It’s a few more of these hard fast thrusts and then suddenly there’s a warmth that fills you and you yourself come apart as Arthur’s fingers continue to circle your clit.

Arthur groans in your ear and puts his forehead against your shoulder, breathing deeply, trying to catch his breath.

You’re silent for a moment.

“You broke my rosary.” 

“Oh, like you were ever gonna use it after this.” 

“Maybe on you, back, back I say, may the power of Christ compel you-”

“Oh, you need more than Christ to compel me Darlin’.” 

You chuckle and the two of you manage to get untangled, not before Arthur whispers in your ear about the mess he’s made.

“Gonna have me all over you, hidin’ under that outfit of yours....you ain’t exactly the Virgin Mary are you...”

“Shut up Arthur, the ‘demon’ is supposed to be gone, let’s find that damn money and get out of here, I’ll let you do whatever you want with me when we get back to camp.”

“Good, not like you were gonna stop me anyhow.” 

[possiblylando]

Chainsaw Man Chapter 148 not so early analysis

Bit later than usual cause college and I wanted to look into something from part 1.

Fumiko has been continuing the trend of being absolutely useless in every situation shes ever been put in to the point I feel confident in saying she CANT fight. This clearly isn't a kobeni situation where she can fight if necessary because she hasn't even really been trying to fight or protect anyone. It's the point I've actually started to believe the theory that Fumiko is actually Aldo in disguise.

For a refresher Aldo was one of the american assassin brothers who got picked off at the beginning of the arc by Power and Yoshida respectively. However Aldo survived the entire arc and has been awol ever since. He's also surprisingly durable since he survived both of these attacks with minimal injury.

He may or may not have been hit by halloween, Given his facial expression I it seems like he's faking it especially since Halloween was used on the doll devil and so should logically only effect her dolls which Aldo is not.

I went back through these chapters expecting to find a smoking gun that could prove this to be true. Specifically I was looking for a scene where he or one of the brothers was holding an ID card which could be matched against the way Fumiko holds it, But I did not find that.

This is the best I found but it's also standard practice so it isn't good evidence. Back to the chapter itself, It's clear now Quanxi is just going through the motions

She's clearly been lacking when it comes to combat and athletics in these previous few chapters in comparison to her original appearance. She's been sort of stumbling through these chapters with the help of her regeneration. Which is a bit strange until you keep in mind; Quanxi is more than likely SUPER depressed. The last time we saw her before this was when she fought Denji and the previous time before that was when everyone she cared about got murdered by Makima. It's probable that she blames herself for it because she took the job to kill Denji and thus got her and the girls into the situation that killed them in the first place.

Fuck you looking at bitch do something

The transition between these two pages is so good I had to do a double take because my immediate though was that Quanxi was the one who got her arm cut off. But then obviously it's Asa's. You can feel the inspiration from good movie transitions here.

This whole scene is very cool and also very interesting because Asa is able to block Yoshida's sword with her barehand. She got such an amp from the chainsaw fire attacks that she can do this. It also means she has basically the same base stats as yoru. Which is to be expected but I think is interesting.

It seems like this page was drawn before the rest of the one in this sequence because Yoshida is busting through a wall here despite the fact Room 606 was just destroyed; Thus there should be no wall to bust through to escape onto the street. Interestingly the other personality is absent in this scene entirely. We never see Yoru and Asa in the same panel which is an interesting choice. Its probably a creative choice to only have one of them around in major action scenes. Feels like a good time to mention a theory I saw on twitter. I've been trying to find it but I've had no luck. If I can find it it'll probably be apart of next week's post. To summarize the theory; Asa and Yoru are the same entity. Not two separate beings in one body. Asa the human we met at the beginning of part 2 has been dead since the justice (fire) contract user killed her. The Asa we see now is a split personality reconstructed using the intact memories in the body's brain at the time she became a fiend. If true it means Asa is an alternate persona created by Yoru in order to cause more conflict within herself (constant internal warfare) and as a coping mechanism due to the chainsaw devil massacre in hell. Its an interesting theory I want to put on the board incase something happens with it especially since Yoru is growing in strength rapidly. Probably how Black Pochita was schooling them during it.

[mxtxfanatic]

Fandom Gripe #19: ok this one is kinda shocking to me since I used to love them (before I read the novel) but I apparently now have a viscerally negative reaction to prisoner!wwx who surrenders himself as captive to any of the great clans, but particularly the Lan.

Excuse me for asking, but what fucking right do any of the clans have to take Wei Wuxian, who had committed no offense against them, prisoner??? In what world would that not just be broadcasting their own corruption to willingly imprison a man who has literally done nothing to them except win them a war??? “He uses himself as leverage to save the Wen” is not a good enough excuse to argue that him being prisoner is a “good” or even neutral thing, that the clan imprisoning him wouldn’t automatically be evil by default after that point, because nobody thinks the Wen remnants are a threat. (If they truly thought this, they could’ve easily followed wwx to Qiongqi Path to see the labor camps but 🤷🏽‍♀️) What’s funny is I’ve never seen a fic argue that the Jin imprisoning wwx, even after Jin Zixuan’s death, would be a moral or justified thing, but if anyone else is written to do it, it’s suddenly fine and dandy??? And this especially paints Lan Wangji in a terrible light for going along with it if it’s his clan doing the imprisoning! No excuse—not “well he wants to protect wwx!” or “he doesn’t want to disappoint his family!”—would justify him going along with such an injustice, which is why canon Lan Wangji never fucking goes along with it.

This just feels like the attic wife trope trying to disguise itself as a love story. The Wen remnants are usually disappeared from the narrative post-deal, “protected” by the same group of people who couldn’t even be bothered to follow wwx to the site of their continued genocide, wwx continues to take every bit of abuse thrown at him with no pushback (ALSO ooc for him), and the clans get to continue living in their delusions of righteousness. Nobody ever questions the validity of the “army” they were supposedly afraid of wwx building after taking in the Wen remnants (despite it being a heavy point in these fics), and the Lan (the most popular jailers) get to play hero by “freeing” wwx from his own cultivation. Then we, the audience, are expected to clap as wwx lives his happily ever after as an attic wife, just like Madam Lan.

I hate how these fics have taken this horror trope that even the book condemns and have tried to twist it into a romance and a healing journey. Sorry, but nobody in the history of ever has healed from unjust captivity while being treated like scum, and if we wanna talk about consent issues in a story, let’s talk about the dubiousness (AT BEST) of a jailer fucking their captive, then, huh? Also wwx isn’t dumb enough to think that the same group of people who created and/or condoned the existence of the Wen labor camp are going to suddenly protect those same Wen remnants if only he gave up his protection shield and surrendered himself for experimentation “cleansing of resentful energy.” Also, he isn’t dumb enough to believe that the same clans who always choose greed and power above all would keep their word to him. Stop treating wwx like’s he’s a desperate, politically naive, and unintelligent character!

[most-canon-non-canon-ship-poll]

they're toxic + mike is gay and in denial

Why Mileven is shit - a submission-based essay, part 1/3

Mileven - a currently canon het ship from the Stranger Things fandom between Michael (Mike) Wheeler and Jane (Eleven) Ives/Hopper/Byers/IDK

12 years old girl raised in a lab is thrown in a relationship with the first boy she ever meets. They constantly fight, lie to each other and develop a unhealthy co-dependent bond. The boy has a close ambiguous relationship with his male best friend which leads a good part of the fandom thinking that he is actually gay. People who stan this ship constantly throw homophobic slurs to this male best friend and some even argue that they hope he dies of AIDS next season

Where do I even begin. I do not care what anyone says the chemistry is not there. Another cog in the Should Have Never Been Written As A Couple machine. What made them cute in earlier seasons was their platonic dynamic and Mike's kindhearted nature to help her. It is hilarious this is apparently their "flagship" and "main" couple when they have the least amount of chemistry and the poorest written out of the others. They are not their best selves together, not only hurting themselves, but the people around them. Mostly Will, which is clear as day in Season 4. At the end of Season 4 I am so to the nth tired of the same shit different shovel with them. I am probably too gay to see The Vision fans of them see, but I do have eyes and it looks to me like they've been slowly crumbling. There is no foundation for their relationship they were barley friends a week before Mike kissed her and then she vanished for a year. They maybe had a little bit of interaction between closing the Gate and Snow Ball. Kissed again. Then spent all summer making out and ditching their friends until El comically broke up with him. Their relationship is exhausting to watch. The drama eats up too much screen time. I am tired of watching them hurting themselves staying together. There is no meaningful conversations since maybe Season 2. In Season 4 what could have been one ended poorly and the other interrupted comically. They've dragged out the Mike saying "I love you" story line, seemingly concluding it while El was being strangled in a Mind Scape trying to save Max who was also in said Mind Scape being slowly to tortured to death. Said confession prompted by using Will's own veiled confession disguised as El's an episode earlier. Plus Will using his own words to encourage Mike to help her. He did to help her, but that was painful to watch there was so much going on! Then they expect me to believe they're better than ever afterwards when there is nothing to indicate that? I need them to break up please free them. Free me. I am over it bro.

My propaganda is *drum roll*. Season 4. That's it. I am putting faith in the other haters to submit something coherent. I do not have the energy unfortunately. It is shit now, but would be even more shit if they finish the show endgame. I do not care about them. I want focus on the supernatural plot!! I want focus on characters and conversations that don't revolve around or circle to their relationship! I don't want to see another character to become a mouth peice for Opening Their Eyes and What Really Matters and they'll "Work out." I am exhausted of third parties putting more effort into Mileven than Mike and El themselves. I want them to be their own people because they come off miserable together. They both vocalize their pain and no one that ships them cares! I have never in my years of watching shows have seen such a terrible,boring and annoying couple championed as much as Mileven. Every other canon couple in the show is miles better, yet are over shadowed. They are holding together by Elmer's glue and popsicle sticks. Them being boyfriend and girlfriend means nothing to me when the chemistry is not there. Final propaganda- Most of the more vocal fans are homophobic and go out of their way to harass others.

Two incredibly written characters that have so much potential outside of a relationship. seriously their relationship is absolutely erasing all and any personality that the show gave them separately. That and they're just incredibly toxic, el literally met mike almost first thing after living in a lab her entire life, she has no reason to start a romantic relationship, especially at that age. mike is also super insecure, and using el's love towards him to ease said insecurities. incredibly unhealthy on both sides how this became the main ship of the show absolutely BAFFLES the fuck out of me

[auniverseforgotten]

5, 8 and 17 for the AO3 wrapped :3

ANOTHER ONE WAHOO THANK U TEA

Ask meme for anyone who wants it!

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

Honestly the one that got the most Visible feedback is please god don't let this be my legacy, like I know my niche atm is saliama but even with that, I was surprised so many people commented on this one! I know we all know Salieri in life is different than he is portrayed in media but in tapping into that I brought in some people! I love all my comments ofc but one in specific we started discussing in depth and that's always so fun <3

I was also surprised on like ANY response on my two fionndiar fics, Waging a Water War and A Kiss, A Miss, specifically because I go very far from canon in my interpretation of them so it surprises me people really want to read them! I know it doesn't look like MUCH engagement but I was expecting like. One person to look, or two at max SO I WAS PRETTY HAPPY WITH IT.

8. Pairing you wrote the most for this year?

Surprising ABSOLUTELY NO ONE the pairing I wrote for the most was Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart | Caster/Antonio Salieri | Avenger, these two sad composers really grabbed onto my brain by it's lil folds didn't they?

A total of 12 of my works this year were for this pairing! And given that my runner up was Dantes/Salieri with 4 fics, they are very much my main pair at the moment!

They simply compel me, there's just so much there? Like you can mess around with stuff from history, but also just the first lostbelt, the fact that Salieri exists ONLY because of Mozart, because of rumors, how do you grow as a person outside of that? How are you ever your own person outside of that?

And Mozart, well. He's an absolute asshole, he's not even a funny one sometimes, but when you peel that and take a look at insecurity and exhaustion [LB1 HCs but still] and everything he uses humor and being an asshole to disguise.

And a lot of it that I see is Mozart desperate to have Salieri close, someone who really Sees him, who can call him on his bullshit best because he knew him most, and it's a reminder of who he was in life and who he is now. And Salieri...his entire character is built from how much he hates and loves Mozart. It's his entire thing. And there's so much nuance there. THEY COMPEL ME.

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

I'm not only counting posted fics this time sdfxcgv obviously I've written a lot of Salieri and I do really like writing from his PoV bcus I love writing angst and it's so perfect. But in my WIPs I have a LOT more Diarmuid PoV fics and idk when,,,if ever,,,,they will be finished and posted but he's just so fun to write he gives 0 fucks about anything except Fionn and taking care of kids, he'll tell Goredolf to fuck off and set a building on fire but if a 5 year old asks him to get their cat out of the tree he will [grudgingly] do it, I have a fic where he is Accidentally given 8 kids and he proceeds to spoil them rotten bcus they Deserve it, I love his friendship with Medb, I love HOW FUCKIN MUCH he yearns for Fionn.

AND THEN YOU SPECIFICALLY KNOW ABOUT THE TRANSFORMERS LMAOOOOOOOO I have been. Having a lot of fun with Starscream specifically in your alt mode AU it's been so good to tear into all the things he hides behind his bitchiness <3 which is not to say he isn't just a bitch, he is <3 it's just that he has layers <3 <3

THANK U SO MUCH FOR THE ASK YAHOO

[cherryblossms]

his eyes widened at the rule angel made, that definitely backfired on him. what if it took a full week for the marks to go away? how the hell was he supposed to come seven times? he'd only ever finished twice in one day and that was hours between sittings. if angel made him come over and over to match the days he was marked, there was no way he'd ever be leaving his bed. not that the idea didn't excite and entice him, he just knew that he would not be able to handle that kind of play without working their way up to it. "that's mean," he whispered as if he didn't want angel to hear but they were so close, how could he not hear. "maybe if they were marks left by your mouth, that'd be okay. i just don't want to be hit like that again," the last part of his statement slipped from his lips before he had the chance to actually think about his words. he didn't want angel to feel bad for him, he didn't want to be pitied. garam also didn't want angel to think he had to be super careful all the time with him, he didn't mind being spanked. especially by angel where he knew the action came from lust and not anger like it seemed to come from axel. "i liked when you spanked me." he made sure to add in, to ensure angel knew it was something he was okay with happening. garam knew his cheeks were already red with how angel was speaking to him, he could feel them heat up even more at the endless possibilities of fun the two of them could have together. but just thinking about that, knowing that he was blushing, only made him more shy and turned on. not wanting what happened last night to happen again, garam did what he thought was best and decided to hide his lap the best he could by disguising more cuddling as coverage. his body shifts a bit more to pull his knee up, resting it on top of angel's thigh in order to provide cover for himself. he knew his feet were cold, they always seemed to be, but that didn't stop him from trailing his toes up and down the man's shin. "are you sure you're okay with what happened? i really don't want you to think this was some kind of rebound, because it wasn't. not for me. i mean, rebounds are supposed to be temporary and i really don't want this to be temporary." they'd already crossed the line, garam knew he wouldn't be able to handle their friendship being ruined if angel decided he regretted hooking up with garam so quickly. garam looked up, moving his hand up from angel's chest to the side of his neck. his thumb gently grazed against angel's throat, paying special attention to his adam's apple. "i mean, you were just kissing somebody else yesterday. and i understand why you did but i know how you feel now and i'm here, i'm not going to put anybody else before you anymore. i know i don't really have any right to say this yet but i'd really like it if you didn't go kissing anybody else again, unless you're not really that serious about me... or us." now that garam knew that axel wasn't who he thought he was, there was that bit of doubt in his mind that worried angel wasn't the first person axel, essentially, cheated with. in turn, that made him doubt himself and feel self-conscious, like he wasn't going to really be enough for anybody. "i won't kiss anybody either, i have zero interest in doing anything with anyone else." he wanted to clarify, so angel wouldn't think it was a one sided expectation.

@ang3lmoans

Watching Garam lick his fingers was something Angel would never forget. The man continued to surprise him. we should've done this sooner. He couldn’t agree more. But instead Angel laughed softly as he placed another kiss to the top of the man’s head. Angel laid beside the man and smiled as he protested him taking a bath. He wouldn’t argue, Angel wanted nothing more than to keep Garam in his arms. And hearing the man say he was happy filled him with joy. That’s all he ever wanted for Garam. Was for him to be happy. And to know that he was the cause was the icing on the cake. What he was not expecting were the kisses that followed. And those kisses soon turning into bites. He couldn’t help but let out breathless moans as his arms tightened around his best friend. His bottom lip soon caught between his teeth as he tilted his neck to allow the man better access to it. Angel’s mind was completely blank. He could only focus on the kissing and bites to his neck that were driving him insane. But he kept himself calm, knowing this was it for the day. They had crossed many lines in one day and they both needed a break. No matter how horny they both seemed to be. He cared for Garam too much to allow urges to block their genuine feelings for each other. Or more importantly their friendship. When the smaller man seemed satisfied with his markings and let up Angel let out a breath, “You are going to be the death of me” he teased running his hands slowly down the man’s back. As Garam gave him his rule he smirked. Angel knew he could hold out but he wondered if his friend could. “Really only on your neck? What if I want to leave one here?” Angel asked as his fingers gazed over the man’s thigh. “Or maybe here? I think this would be a perfect spot” he continued to tease moving his fingers from his thigh to Garam’s ass. He left a little tap before grabbing it grinning, “Mm, I don’t mind waiting until they are gone. Do I get to make a rule?” Angel asked enjoying their banter. “For every day I have to wait. That’s how many times you cum” Angel was sure to press a kiss to the man’s cheeks as he spoke and moving to whisper in his ear. As they both pulled back Angel smiled being able to see the man clearly now. His eyes softened as Garam spoke taking in what he was saying. His tone seemed serious yet nervous. He used his free hand to brush some loose strands from his face. An eyebrow raised as the smaller man began to stumble over his words and his cheeks turned a shade of pink. As Garam hid his face away Angel let out a chuckle and nodded, “Okay baby I got it. I’ll keep that in mind.” He squeezed the man against him kissing the side of his head. As they laid there in silence for a moment Angel’s mind began to wander. He wasn’t ready for full intercourse. The idea of it scared him. He truly didn’t know how his body would react. Yes, when he was around Garam in the beginning he would flinch or stiffen whenever the man touched him. He wished he could make sense of it. Why his body reacted that way. But what he did feel is safe with Garam. And right now safety was everything for Angel. “Garam, I didn’t think I was ready or anything. Especially not for whatever the hell we just did. But you make me feel safe. And I’m happy it was with you”

[quarantinedinabaddream]

got your whole life ahead of you , you’re only 19. but i fear that they already got all the best parts of me.

it’s been a year since you left the house which was supposed to be a home but never quite felt like one no matter how hard you tried to make it into that. it’s been a year since you realised that freedom isn’t what they make it out to be, because like a caged bird left in the wild you too still can’t quite comprehend what to do with yourself. it’s been almost two months since you turned 19. you cried waiting for your mother to wish you at midnight, despite being surrounded by way too many people than you ever had been on birthdays, except all it did was make you feel lonelier. and at last the wish did come, later than you expected, but it did. and you couldn’t help but heave a sigh of relief, quietly thinking about how your mother still loved you it seemed even though you always know deep down that she is going to forever despise you for ruining her life by just existing but you brushed away that thought before it had the chance to become tangible in the form of blood dripping on the bathroom floor, staining the tiles the same colour as the dye in your hair did the summer after 18.

on most days you can’t help but wonder if anyone truly sees you, if anyone understands the weight you carry on your shoulders, the burden of unwanted expectations and disappointments that seem to define your existence. you think about whether they can see it on your face, that each passing year feels like another layer of your real self being stripped away, leaving behind a hollow shell of who you once were but the thing is you can’t even recall who you used to be and it scares you because what if this is all you’ve ever been? what if the dreams you had were just childish insolences disguised as ambitions. on most days you also can’t help but mourn the person you could’ve been, had things happened differently. the person who would have the strength to dream without restraint and chase after their beliefs with unwavering determination. the person who would know happiness and love like the back of their hand. but alas, you know in your bones that the gap between who you could’ve been and who you actually are can never be bridged. so now as you stand on the precipice of adulthood with trembling knees, you are haunted by the ghost of the person you once could’ve been, now forever lost to the passage of time and the cruel hand of fate.

you want to scoff when people say it gets better the more you grow because you know it doesn’t won’t. you know that you are going to spend the rest of your years wishing you could go back, to what though you still can’t really decide. and on days when the world around you swims and blurs into a haze of muted colours, voices and bone deep exhaustion, the lines between reality and illusions blurring and swirling into a violent storm of pain. you can’t help but numbly wonder whether the devoted “it gets better” believers can see the ocean deep hopelessness in your eyes. whether they can see the exhaustion of nothing you do ever being enough in the trembling of your body. whether they even notice the sickness that torments your mind and body forcing you to take pills just so you can get out of bed. but even then you can’t, not always. not when your mind won’t stop obsessing over the most trivial things to the point that you start to suspect whether you are even real and your body won’t stop aching at the slightest of movements. you want to laugh in their face when they call you weak because you know they wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where you were raised. you want to snarl and scream and tell them that you will never believe their lies of “oh, it will get better with time” because, unlike the stories you grew up reading there is never a light at the end of the tunnel in reality, not for you atleast. so, you resign yourself to the bleakness of your existence, knowing that there is no escape from the prison whether of your own making or not.

[aquiescentraconteur]

Honesty is the best policy.

My darling girl,

I am one proud person. I know, Pride & Prejudice is no accident.

I pride myself in many things, many of which are personal accomplishments registered inside my heart – the moment I got to surpass certain fears, or that heartwarming compliment someone has given me. One of the things I’m good, but not excellent at, is being honest. I tend to hide and disguise a lot, I tend to use a façade with those who know me well. I love people to the extent that I never want them to worry, which is why being honest about difficulties and negative parts of my life is hard.

I intend to stop that part of my functioning; I want to acknowledge humanity and celebrate overcoming our own personal hells. As a way to achieve that, I’m beginning to be more honest with myself and others. I want you to know people are fragile, they break, me included. I never want you to feel like you can’t have bad moments or that you can’t talk about them, to me or anyone else. Transparency is something my parents taught me and I intend on keeping the lesson.

I’ve been learning about this healing process, which starts with the following list of questions and problems:

(Don't get me wrong, they remain unanswered but they're helping me think!)

Intrusive thoughts: I noticed I tend to overthink, not only to overthink but to do it through a negative lens. I’m a positivist who has very degrading and self-loathing thoughts. Some people say I have abandonment issues because I abandon myself repeatedly. Can’t say they’re wrong there… There are also self-esteem and core-centered beliefs I know were constructed and related to my inner child. Those thoughts are becoming a bigger impairment with time, there are days they completely take over. Those are the days I self-isolate the most, avoiding anyone who can see through me and simultaneously wishing someone would. I’ve been having good conversations that have sort of helped me in this, with myself and with others like me (psychologists). It’s no news that I’m not the most confident girl in the world, but lately, that has become a problem. Some argue that it’s because I don’t love myself – I’m not sure about this. I like myself but I do not protect myself. A friend told me I need to be cognitively aware; I already know that it doesn’t make them go away. It only kills them after they’ve arrived and has set my mood into a darker tone.

How someone treats you Vs. how you feel about them: this was only a random memo I thought about. I ‘over-love’, according to my mom. I know selfishness isn’t my strength. I’m starting to wonder if it ever will be.

What is going to help on the long hall? What wrongful choices am I making that harm my development? I know I succumb to momentary wimps and wishes. I can’t say no when pleasure presents itself on a platter. I can’t say no to emotional satisfaction. I’m a whore for emotional passion and psychological love. How the fuck do I get out of this? I’m addicted to that belly-aching feeling, the pitch burning on your throat whenever you look into someone’s eyes and wish they kiss the living daylights out of you. How do you turn your back to the possibility of feeling your heart pacing as if it’s rushing home?

Maybe I should remember number 2 here, maybe that’s a pretty good strategy.

4. How does one heal?

5. What are my expectations and what is the reality of them? I had a fairytale life, in my perception of it at least. I guess I grew up wishing people would be like an enchanted character from a Disney movie, the perfect guy, the ‘out of this world’ friend. People aren’t fictional, they will never care and live according to this stupid idea of enchantment, I realize that now. This doesn’t mean I’ll lower rushed expectations, but I’ll think about them and I’ll try and be more aware of it.

6. What they say vs. what they do. I guess this one speaks for itself. It’s more of a mental note. Maybe I should tattoo it, on my forehead. I keep forgetting this until he proves me wrong and reminds me, I need to have this imprinted on my heart.

My beautiful baby girl, this bond I decided to create with you should never be an obligation or something you perceive as scary. You don’t even need to read this garbage, I thought it might help, if it doesn’t, I’m pretty sure we have a paper shredder somewhere.

Love,

Mom, September 22th 2023

[belphiesreverie]

Hey Belphie ~ Since you want genshin requests there's something I always wanted to request. Can I please have hcs of platonic yandere Scaramouche please ? I feel like befriending him is like befriending a popular mean girl tbh. Tysm and have a nice day~ ⭐

Aaa yes ofc!! Tysm for the request! 💕

TW: yandere behaviour

He is your biggest bully but also your biggest defender. He truly believes that he’s the only one that’s allowed to be mean to you. Anyone else who even tries won’t get the opportunity to ever again

With that being said, he is only mean to you as a defence mechanism. He’s not known for being kind, so he can’t let you or anyone else see him going soft for you otherwise everyone will know that he actually likes you

Over the course of knowing each other, his harsh and rude remarks will no longer have as much bite behind them as they used to, and soon enough, he’s just saying those things as a front and not to actually try and upset you

He once accidentally admitted to you that he considered you a friend and then refused to talk to you for a week afterwards

You can get away with teasing him about this, but only you. If anybody else even mentions it, they’re out of the picture in a flash

He actually compliments you quite frequently, but they’re always disguised in small jabs and ‘insults’ so you wouldn’t be able to tell unless you thought about the statement really hard

One time he accidentally made his words too harsh and it ended up in a massive argument where you refused to see him for weeks. During this time, he was even more irritable than usual and threatened people for even mentioning your name within ear shot of him

He eventually forced himself to apologise and then refused to leave your side for the next few days

Good luck ever trying to get into a relationship with Scara as your best friend, he essentially turns into an over protective dad and scrutinises every single person you even potentially might have an interest in

Would absolutely stalk you to dates and crash them if he didn’t like the person. And he doesn’t like anyone who you introduce to him

You normally drop the person after Scara has shown his distaste, both trusting that he’s a better judge of character than you and also that it’s not worth the headache of him constantly complaining abt the person

But if someone is insistent with you? Well Scara will will deal with them swiftly. They’re just an annoyance to both him and you so they’re clearly not needed

You’re the person everyone goes to when Scara seems more agitated than usual or they need someone to deliver news he won’t like. As much as he tries to hide it, everyone knows that you’re his favourite person by far and you’re likely to come out unscathed from these situations

Scara absolutely expects to be your top priority. He’ll get very annoyed and agitated if you don’t drop everything to spent time with him when he demands asks

He’ll never take it out on you though, instead choosing to take it out on whoever you deemed to be more important than him. If they’re no longer in the picture then he’ll be number one again, right?

You’ll learn quickly that it’s better to have your other friends annoyed at you for cancelling over, scared of you, heavily injured or even dead

Oh and don’t even think about questioning his behaviour or trying to drop him. Just because he can tolerate you the most out of everyone doesn’t mean you’re immune to his harsh treatment as well

[fightingthetides]

Ravein would concur with Nunnally’s thoughts that the kitchen here was very warm and had an inviting atmosphere. Though, there was an element of being intimidating to someone who didn’t know their way around making coffee or tea, but aside from that, it was clear that the kitchen was designed and decorated with comfort and homeliness in mind. It really was nice here, and it spoke volumes to how quickly he acclimated and found this place to be ‘home’.

Ravein pauses to think about her question before he flips through a few pages in his notebook.

[Both]

It was good to know her preferences so he could try finding a mug that would be suitable for now and it would serve as a guideline to help find a personal mug for her use later. He would consult with Roberto on the matter and they could both keep their eye out for a mug that she may like.

Thin edges, shades of blues, oranges, or reds. Birds or intense colors… they didn’t have any with birds on them. Ravein logged the information in his mind for future reference and he cross-referenced with some of the mugs they currently had. He rummaged through one of the cupboards, remembering there was a plain red mug in the back. It didn’t have thin edges, but they weren’t too thick either. It was probably the best fit for now. He presents her the mug and waits for her approval or rejection.

Her comment about getting it together with him stuck out in his mind. Perhaps she wanted the opportunity to go shopping for a mug together? That way they could ensure that the mug she got was something of her tastes- which was the most efficient way of going about it, even if it did require some planning ahead of time around their schedules.

[Go together?]

It couldn’t be too dangerous to go looking for some mugs together. Who would ever expect that a guy on the run (and in disguise) would be shopping around for cute mugs? No one would suspect such bold behavior- so it was like reverse-psychology, almost. Besides, unless they wished to get in trouble with the local law enforcement, it wouldn’t do anyone any good to cause a scene in such an enclosed public space.

Nunnally did remember that he felt unnerved by the approach of others, especially given his history and his circumstances. Though late, she did belatedly recall this fact and apologize. A small thing, but he appreciated it all the same. He nods his head to show that he accepted her apology. He wasn’t totally put off by it, so it was fine. It would just take some time for him to truly accept her touch without first inwardly panicking first.

Something in his gut told him that it would happen eventually, in time. Even with him and Roberto, there was a sense of distance because the older man was being considerate towards Ravein. It didn’t mean that he always kept a strict distance, however. It was important for Ravein to slowly become acclimated to the touch of others if he wanted to become a part of normal society. Exposure therapy with someone he trusted was important- even if it made Ravein uncomfortable for a while.

The bunny man watched as Nunnally was preparing the drinks, curious to see what she had planned for them. His ears were also paying attention to what was going on behind him. He could hear that Roberto was handling customers, taking a few orders. Once he finished taking all the orders, he’d come into the back to start making the beverages.

In a matter of minutes, the older man came back into the kitchen, “I hope you don’t mind me joining you, Miss Nunnally. I have a few drinks to prepare for customers.” He gives Ravein a look and motions for the younger to stay seated. He could handle this small order of drinks himself. “I promise I won’t sneak a peak at what you’re making.” He cracks a small joke towards Nunnally, who was still preparing the drinks.

“Preferences for a mug for today or for a mug that we are going to get for me soon?” – she asked cheerfully; it would be too much to say that Nunnally got used to this kind of conversation with Ravein, when she had to fill in gaps or missing information. She had never considered herself to be too good at it, but it wasn't that she minded it too much either.

She had always lived in an environment clouded with secrecy, although Nunnally might not have been always aware of it. Though she perceived Ravein secretive, she didn't see his silent nature in the same way as she was thinking about her own father. Mr. Ambly des Ayvalles. Her father.

Even during the times she believed he was merely a successful businessman, her father had spoken little, often leaving her to guess or figure things out on her own. Perhaps he thought he had been clear enough? Nunnally could never truly decide. The ambiguity of his words and actions created a veil of mystery around him; one she rarely dared to penetrate. Even back then. When he was j u s t her father. It was now much clearer for her as she reflected on her childhood and early teen years trying to identify what had gone so wrong. After she had learnt the truth...

With her father, she preferred not to ask questions, fearing the disappointment of trying and failing to understand (or rather to please) him. His silence was a wall she had learned to navigate around rather than to confront. This unspoken distance between them left her feeling isolated (unhappy even), always yearning for a connection that seemed just out of reach.

In contrast, Roberto’s kitchen, with its warm, inviting atmosphere, offered a different environment. Here, she felt (more) comfortable and relaxed, even though she was surrounded by unfamiliar things and sights. The presence of Ravein added a layer of comfort, a stark difference from the guarded interactions she had grown accustomed to at home. Or rather in her life in general.

Probably that was the reason Nunnally continued speaking not really giving Ravein any time to proceed with a reply in his notebook.

“Any mug will do for now…I like the thin edges though…”

A pause.

“I like all various shades of blues…Oranges or reds…” – true, she liked intense colours, but it was also a sort of a new situation for her, when she was to decide what she wanted. She had learnt not to care about details like that. But her very own mug here… Well, that was a much more difficult decision in Nunnally's eyes.

What would she like?

Initially she had thought 'birds' or 'ladybugs' or 'polka dots'. While she would surely like all of them, Nunnally suddenly thought they might be too a v e r a g e for a special occasion like this one: getting her mug here. But what would be special?

“Anything that you choose Ravein…” – she said realizing that it was not about the mug but about getting it together with him – “You know…” – she continued slightly surprising herself with that – “It’s not really about the mug but about getting it with you…”

“But I like birds… and intense colors…” – Nunnally added, feeling unusually relaxed. In her ease, she reached out to fix his hair, a gesture so natural for her that she forgot to be cautious. Though he showed no visible reaction, the moment she withdrew her hand, she realized her mistake. She should have asked for p e r m i s s i o n before touching him. She suddenly remembered how uncomfortable Ravein was with anyone, except perhaps Roberto, invading his personal space. Though was he comfortable with Roberto? She had never witnessed these two interacting without her being involved (mainly in a bad way), so she could not be sure either.

The realization brought a faint flush of embarrassment onto her cheeks. She had overstepped a boundary. Again. What was a causal form of intimacy for her, was probably something else for Ravein. Nunnally had only hoped that he would understand that her gesture had come from a place of affection and not disregard for his feelings.: --

“I…I am sorry.” – she hoped he would understand what she was apologizing for as she didn’t find it in herself to provide more explanation.

And she simply focused on preparing the drinks. Though his return to his chair poured some hope that her overstepping was not as much unwelcomed as she initially had thought.

[mads-weasley]

Partners

Andrew!Peter Parker x Superhero!Reader

Masterlist

A/N: NO SPOILERS FOR NO WAY HOME!! So, I have a newfound obsession with Andrew Garfield's Peter Parker after watching the movies in preparation for No Way Home, and this is a direct result of that!! I've never written for his character before, and I know this is actually terrible, so I'm sorry!! I don't own any of these characters except (y/n). Enjoy! I also realized this is almost exactly like my other Peter Parker fic, but oh well. You can tell the tropes I like to write for!

Summary: You and Peter Parker are best friends, but neither of you know that you are friends behind your masks as you fight the Lizard together. Will one of you figure it out or will your friendship come crashing down because of it?

Warnings: typical cannon violence, mentions of blood, descriptions of injuries, angst paired with some fluff!!

(y/n) - your name

(y/l/n) - your last name

(y/n/n) - your nickname

(y/h/c) - your hair color

Pulling on your suit, you couldn't help but think of how disappointed Peter would be that you were missing movie night yet again. The pair of you had been friends since you were a freshman in high school. Now seniors, your friendship had grown into something more, but neither of you would admit it. Since Uncle Ben died, Peter had been acting different, but that was to be expected after losing someone that close. You had been there for him, of course, but you also had your own endeavors to worry about. You told Pete everything; everything but the side "job" you had picked up, and the abilities you'd had your whole life.

From a young age, you remember being able to do things no one else was able to. You were extremely more agile, quick, and had could fight off anyone without being taught how. Now, almost two years later, you couldn't be more happy with the life you'd chosen for yourself. Helping people was all you ever wanted to do, and now you were using your powers to do just that.

You mostly had been stopping small crimes, but every now and then, someone interesting would pop up. Crouching in your black, leather suit, you heard a ding from your phone. It was a text from Peter. He'd responded to your message.

Pete: Oh okay. Are you okay, (y/n/n)?

You: Yeah, I just have a lot going on rn. I'm sorry, Pete.

Pete: It's okay. We can watch this movie another day.

With a sigh, you slid your phone into the back pocket of your suit. You hated lying to him, but it was just to protect him from your crazy work. A familiar 'thwip' fills the air, and you turn to see Queens' resident web-head walking, well, more like limping towards you. He slowly eases his way down to the roof of the building you were currently patrolling from.

There was always a comfortable silence between the two of you, even though you knew anything about the other. He'd come join you on patrol a few times a week, so he'd started calling you "Twi," which was short for Twilight, your superhero name. You didn't like the name at first, but it did make sense because you often operated in the shadows. After a while, it had grown on you.

Your mask went around your eyes, and over your nose. You would be easily recognizable if it weren't for your mask's technology that disguised your voice and even made your (y/h/c) hair a different color while you were wearing it. He had his own full-face mask on, of course, so you didn't know who Spider-Man was. You turn to face him with a concerned look on your face.

"What happened to you?"

He takes a deep breath in, staring at the city in front of them. "A giant lizard."

"Yeah right." You chuckle dryly. "And I fought Marvin the Martian yesterday. He had a mean right hoo-"

"I need your help, Twi." he states, turning to look at you. "There really is a 9 foot tall lizard running from me. I tried to confront him, but...well, you can see what happened."

You glanced down at the large claw like gashes on his chest, wincing for him. "You should get that checked out."

He scoffs, "Yeah, that's not happening."

"Don't you have a friend or something who could help you out?"

"Nope. I want to tell my best friend, but she's been really worrying me lately and I don't want to add to whatever she's going through." With a sigh, he asks, "Do you have someone?"

"Nope."

That comfortable silence fills the air again as you look out at the city you try your best to protect. In doing so, you miss the way he was studying your side profile. You looked so familiar to him, but he couldn't put together why. Glancing over at him, you catch him watching you.

"Take a picture, Spider-boy. It'll last longer."

"Sorry," he muttered.

"So," you began, turning to him, "How can I help with your reptile problem?"

"It's not gonna be easy," he starts, sticking his hand out. "Partners?"

"Partners." you confirmed.

"Well, this is how you can help..."

~

He told you of Doctor Connors and how he was going to create an antidote for him. You were in the process of making the formula in the Oscorp building when you received a call from Peter, who you hadn't ever texted back. With a quick sigh, you answered and held the phone between your shoulder and ear, continuing to make the antidote.

"Hey Pe-" you started.

Interrupting you, he speaks frantically. "Are you near the Oscorp building?"

"Uhh. Yeah. Why?"

"You need to get as far from there as you can! Now! Go to Aunt May's place. It's safe there."

"A-alright, Pete. I'm gonna check on my parents at home, but you get far away from there too."

You hated to lie, but you didn't want to worry him more than he already was. The realization that you might not be able to see his goofy smile again finally hit you. Connors was no joke, and Spidey already had already lost to him in a fight once. Luckily, you were pulled from your thoughts by Peter's soft voice.

"Please be careful...I love you, (y/n)."

Your heart skipped a beat.

"(Y/n/n), are you there? Please say something."

"I love you too, Peter."

A sweet laugh escapes him. "That was so much easier than I thought it would be...whoa," he pauses, "I gotta go. I'll call you in a little bit, okay?"

"Okay. Bye, Peter."

Hanging up, you're pretty sure that you could hear the exact same voice you'd just hung up with coming through your earpiece that connected you to Spiderman.

"Connors is coming to you right now! You need to get out of there!"

Shaking away the thought, you responded. "The cure is just about done. All I need is maybe three minutes. I'll get everyone out."

"Please don't take him on by yourself. We'll do it toge-" He cut himself off with a groan, and then static filled the comm.

"Spidey!" You yelled, but there was no response.

With a curse, you ran towards the exit and pulled the fire alarm in order to get everyone out of the building. You prayed Spider-Man was okay, because you knew you couldn't beat Connors alone.

You spend the next few minutes waiting for him to arrive. When the ground shook and alarms started to blare, you knew the time had come. Quickly, you sent the lab into lockdown, trying to bide as much time as you could for the antidote to finish. Air hissed as it shot from the ceiling and the only lights were the red emergency signs. The biohazard door sealed the lab, and for a few seconds, you thought it might hold.

"Time remaining: one minute." the antidote machine announced.

Grabbing the Ganali device, you hid it in a lab closet, and hid behind a nearby desk, ready to fight if need be. Loud screeching of metal filled the room, followed by a growl that made the hair on your neck stand up. The footsteps got closer to you and the closet, but they stopped abruptly. Hissing, he ran towards you and slammed into the desk you were hiding behind. Luckily for you, your agility allowed you to get out of the way.

"Look, Doc," you said backing towards the closet, "You know this isn't right. Let us help you."

He lunged at you, swiping his claws at your torso. Dodging it easily, you went on the offensive. You kicked him in the face and did a flip over the monster to get behind him. As you were about to sweep his legs out from under him, his tail came out of nowhere and rammed into your stomach, sending you flying across the room. You landed with a crash on some desks, hitting your head on a metal bar. In an instant, everything started to fade, but your last thought was of Peter before darkness filled your vision.

"Antidote complete."

~

You awoke with a start to see Captain Stacy hovering over you. Head pounding, you sit up with his help. His face was painted with concern, a look that was foreign to his normally solemn demeanor. In the past, the two of you had your problems because he doesn't like vigilantes....at all.

"You alright?" he asks.

You nod slowly. "I gotta help Spiderman."

Helping you stand up, Captain Stacy hands Doc Connors' cure to you. "He's up on the roof. I'm your backup."

"No," you insist, "We've got it. You have a family that needs you."

He tries to argue with you, but soon gives up.

"Here. Take this." he says, handing you his shotgun, "You need all the firepower you can get with that thing."

With a nod, you take the gun and he heads back down to the street-level. When you find your way to the roof, you are met with a sight that makes your heart drop. The Lizard had his tail wrapped around Spidey's neck, choking him, and had his arms held together with one hand. With his free claw, he rips off the hero's mask, prompting a strangled groan to leave the boy's lips. Without the mask, a head of familiar brown hair was revealed.

"Poor Peter Parker." The monster spat.

Your eyes widened in surprise and you're frozen in your spot. Your Peter was Spiderman. A million thoughts run through your head, but the main one was 'how could I not have known?' Every interaction with Spiderman was being reviewed in your head, searching for any signs. Tears filled your vision at Connors' next words.

"No mother, no father, no uncle. All alone."

You couldn't lose him. You had to act now. Summoning all of the courage in your body, you raised the shotgun and pumped it.

"He's not alone."

The creature's attention snaps to you as he roars. Seeing the liquid nitrogen pipe near them, you shoot it, causing it to flail around and emit a cloud of white gas. Peter caught it and sprayed the gas into the Lizard's face and tail, which freed him from the choke hold he was in. As Pete continued to spray Connors with the nitrogen, you started shooting at him.

"Detonation in T-minus 45 seconds. "

Thanks to Peter who kicks him, he falls into a pit that stores multiple containers of the liquid nitrogen. You walk closer to the hole, glancing at your best friend as you keep firing.

"Hey! Finish this!" you yell, handing him the cure. More gas canisters busted and released the freezing gas, subduing Connors for a moment. He reluctantly takes it.

"I got this, Pete! Go!"

At the use of his nickname, he does a double take before climbing up the tall antenna that the Ganali dispersal device was on. You take advantage of the frozen reptile and reload your shotgun.

"T-minus 30 seconds." the computer announces.

Not even 5 seconds later, the pipe releasing the nitrogen sputters and runs out of the gas. The Lizard unfreezes and jumps out of the hole, coming straight for you. Shooting at him, you managed to dodge his first swipe, but with the second, the shotgun is ripped from your grasp. In an instant, his other claw came straight for your stomach. Trying to block it, all you could do was slightly change it's trajectory.

At first, it felt as if you were brutally punched in your side. All the air rushed out of your lungs, leaving you gasping for breath. With wide eyes, you looked up into the face of your attacker. A wicked smile painted his features and he chuckled.

"Guess you weren't quick enough this time."

Glancing down at your abdomen, the sight made you nauseous. One of his claws was completely impaled right above your hip, and crimson leaked from around the wound.

"Detonation in T-minus 10 seconds."

With a growl, he violently ripped his claw from you and took off after Peter. You fell into a heap on the ground, struggling to even catch your breath. Now the pain had set in and heat overtook your system. Sitting up on your elbows, you tried to drag your body over to a nearby wall. With every movement, a whimper escaped your lips, and you couldn't help but stare at the blood trail that followed you.

Finally getting to the wall, you halfway unzipped your suit on the front, revealing your sweat and blood soaked tank top. A loud boom from above caught your attention. Weakly peering up, you saw a blue mist explode into the sky. He had done it. The city was safe. With a relieved sigh, you closed your eyes and rested your head on the wall behind you.

Peter had just been saved from falling by Connors when the man realized what he had done. With a remorseful face, he whispered, "The girl." Spiderman shot up, sprinting towards where he had left you earlier.

"Twilight!" he yelled.

When he saw you laying there, he stopped momentarily out of shock before running over to you.

"Twi!"

You crack open your eyes to see the boy you loved with a scared look. Clearing your throat, you ask softly, "Did you save Doc?"

He grabbed your hand, rubbing it with his thumb gently. "It's okay. We stopped him."

"Peter I-"

"Let's get you out of here, okay?" he interrupted.

"Not yet." With a wince, you reached up and slowly removed your mask. Your disguised hair morphed back into the (y/h/c) strands that Peter loved, and your voice became normal.

"(Y/n)? Wha- No, no, no."

"Hey, Petey. Surprise," you croaked, stifling a cough. When a copper taste filled your mouth, you knew it was bad.

"You're gonna be okay." Peter's eyes were now filled with tears as he spoke. "I'm getting you out of here, now."

In one motion, he swiftly picked you up bridal style. Your vision began to blur. Was it from tears or the blood loss? You didn't know, but the last thing you remembered was Peter's voice fading from your ears.

"Stay with me, (y/n/n). Stay awake!"

~

The first thing you were aware of was the steady beeping from your left. Opening your eyes, you immediately force them shut again at the bright lights in the room. You bring your hand up slowly, covering your eyes. You wince as the movement sends a sharp pain through your side.

"(Y/n)! Careful, you'll pull your stitches." Peter says from beside you. Looking around at your surroundings, you realize you're in the hospital.He sighs, "You really scared me, ya' know?"

"I know. I'm sorry."

Silence fills the room.

"You know I didn't tell you to protect you, right?" He asks

"Yeah. Me too."

He gently took your hand in his, speaking softly. "I meant what I said when we were on the phone."

"I know. I did too."

"Good," he laughed, "because that means I can finally do this."

He leaned over your hospital bed with a goofy smile on his face as he gently cupped your cheek, bracing himself with his other hand beside your head. Your heart began to beat wildly, and you felt a blush creep onto your face.

"I love you, (y/n) (y/l/n)."

"And I love you, Spider-boy."

Bridging the small gap between you, his lips connected with yours in a gentle, but needy and passionate kiss that made you glad you weren't standing up. You'd imagined that moment for years, but it was even better than what you could ever imagine. His lips were warm and soft, and your hand ran through his messy hair.

Pulling away, you were both out of breath. He rested his forehead against yours as he whispered, "Wow."

"Wow, Pete," you repeat breathlessly.

He gently places a lingering kiss on your forehead before sitting beside you on the bed, softly rubbing your (y/h/c) hair.

"So, my girlfriend's a superhero. Pretty cool, huh?"

"Definitely, Parker. Wanna be Partners?" You raise your hand in front of you.

He shakes it just as you had before, "Partners."