#and if you are gonna keep defending that trash man when the evidence is there then keep being delusional

[jeridandridge]

For Lovers At Night conclusion

A conversation with Joe takes place and you evaluate your relationship with Melissa. CW: Homophobic slur, brief violence. No editing. We write and post like affection starved bitches.

“Oh for fucks sake.” You roll your eyes tossing a black trash bag in the dumpster. You truly didn’t have time to deal with a fake macho, butthurt man.

Joe gets closer and comes up standing now a few feet away.

“You the one that’s been fucking my wife?”

There is a hint of anger in his voice, but watching vigilantly you see his hands flat in his pockets, nothing to be hidden there.

“Well bud, someone has to.” You shrug mirroring his stance not shying away from making direct eye contact. Looking at him you suppose you could see hints of a once good looking man. He still had some muscle but it was evident the years of drinking were catching up with him if the beer gut and puffy cheeks were any indication. “I’m really not in the mood for this so can you get off my property?”

“You got some set of balls you know that?” Joe scoffs. “What’s a young girl like you wanting a woman Melissa’s age anyway?”

Cocking your head to the side you size the man up, quirking a brow. “I’m not blind or stupid, so I can see what an amazing person she is and I know how to treat her right.”

“Hey, I know how to treat a woman.” He steps forward towards you.

“Yeah? Then why cheat on a woman to fuck around with girls that could be your kid, huh?” You challenge.

“It ain’t my fault she wouldn’t put out. I shoulda known she was a dyke a long time ago.”

You can’t help but laugh. Looking at the guy in front of you, you see not a man but a toddler throwing a tantrum over a toy he doesn’t get to play with anymore. This Joe doesn’t like.

“The fuck are you laughing at?” He lets out getting right in your face. Not phased by the closeness and possible danger, you tip your chin up as you lift your hands pushing him back by his shoulders. Not paying attention to anything else around you, you dont see Melissa’s truck pull up or hear the door slam.

Getting out of her truck Melissa rushes over bumping into people along the sidewalk to get to you worried you’ll be hurt.

“Back the fuck up before you get hurt, little man.”

Joe all but growls getting in your space again, bloodshot eyes meeting your own.

“You can have her, hot shot. She’s useless dead weight now that I got her good years. Maybe she can help you clean up this dump after it burns down.”

“Hey!” Melissa calls out getting to you just as you take a swing.

Adrenalin running through you at the sound of his insults and threat you give a wicked smile as you cock your fist swinging it up right under Joes chin sending him right to the ground.

When Joe hits the pavement a wave of lavender hits your nose and arms warp around your front holding your arms down keeping your now throbbing hand in place.

“Watch your mouth and get off my fucking property.” You spit at Joe as other people on the street now pay attention to your little corner of the block.

“Amore! Stop.” Melissa urges looking you over as if you’re not okay. She realizes the pang of desire that hits her from seeing you defend her like that.

“Cmon, let’s go inside. Shows over!”

You call out to the small crowd of people as you go to the steps wrapping your arm around the redhead.

“Hold on,” Melissa hums breaking away to go over to a woozy, confused Joe sitting on the sidewalk holding his face.

“Mel-“ you begin to argue, only to stop and watch the scene unfolding in front of you.

“Melly?” The sad man grumbles out.

Kneeling down Melissa reaches out roughly grabbing the defeated man by his now bruising chin making him wince.

“If you ever go near her again,” she warns in an eerily low tone as he yelps at the feeling of her fingers squeezing the injured area, “the last thing you’re ever gonna see is my face. Got it?”

Joe winces looking at the redhead. “Yes.”

“Good.”

Letting go with a rough shove Melissa stands up leaving her soon to be ex husband on the pavement to wallow and take care of his bruised ego and skin.

“That was hot.” You joke trying to break the tense air as you two go up to your apartment. It wasnt a lie at all, but you would behave for now.

Melissa shakes her head carefully taking your now angry and puffy hand in hers looking it over. “I can’t believe you did that. Sit, let me take care of that.”

Getting the door open with your good hand you let out a sigh trying to cool down going over to the dining table, red and purple knuckles facing upward making you wince. “I’m not letting anyone especially a man like that talk about you that way. We both know he had it coming.”

Melissa moves around your kitchen putting ice in a dish towel before coming over to sit beside you. “No ones ever done anything like that for me before besides my family.”

“I’d do it again in a second even though I know you can handle yourself.” You keep your eyes on the redhead, a softness spreading through you when you see the concerned look on her face while she tends to her hand. Having finally met Joe, you understood why Melissa felt the way she did in her marriage.

“Well hon, it looks like I don’t have to no matter how stupid that was for you to do. You coulda gotten hurt,” A proud smirk spreads across her lips despite her trying to be mad.

With her eyes cast down on the towel you gently reach over tipping her chin up with your finger to meet her eyes. Having her this close again after the day you’ve had, you can’t see this previous plan of taking things slow to fruition.

Leaning over to the side of the table where Melissa sits you meet warm jade eyes as you brush your lips against hers. Melissa melts into this kiss, her arms immediately going around your neck as a whine travels up her throat in an emotional relief. Tracing her bottom lip with your tongue the redhead gently pulls back keeping her arms around your neck. She meets your eyes searching for any regret or hesitation.

“Fuck taking things slow.” You hum leaning in for another kiss, this time wrapping your arms around her waist to bring her closer to you.

And that’s all Melissa needs. Nothing is rushed or frantic in the kiss. You both move in a fluid motion like a wave crashing to the shoreline; natural and right like you’ve done it a million times before as you pull her up and walk her back to your kitchen island. Your strides are slow and steady as you two move, almost like a dance as your hands glide up Melissa’s back to red curls.

Breaking the kiss with a shaky breath you peck her lips once more as you feel warm hands cup your cheeks. Melissa looks at you with a soft smile, lip gloss now completely gone.

Still catching your breath you lean forward to close the small space between you kissing the tip of her nose with a wide grin.

“Amore mio.” Melissa whispers wrapping her arms around your neck once more, eyes glassing over with tears.

Standing there in the little bubble you’ve created with her the Italian phrase that you can piece together sends a spark of joy through your chest.

“Every time you call me Amore,” you grin resting your hands on her ass, “it’s like fireworks go off in my chest.”

“That’s how I feel when I’m with you. You brought me back.” She smiles with watery eyes. “And my nana already likes you.” She laughs through a sniffle.

“Yeah? Well Im in love her grand-daughter so that has to give me some points.” You tease keeping your eyes on her the whole time, your stomach flipping at the admission.

Melissa lets out a giddy giggle cupping your cheeks again. “You love me?”

“So much, Mel.” You smile bringing her hands to your lips. The moment she walked into your bar you were intrigued by the mysterious woman, the moment you spoke to her you knew you would do your best to keep her around.

Putting her hands on your shoulders she tips her chin up with a smirk walking you backwards to your bed across the large studio apartment. When the back of your legs hit the mattress you let out a laugh landing on your elbows as Melissa moves to straddle your lap.

Bending over Melissa meets your lips in a hungry kiss sucking in a breath through her nose. Your hands roam her frame again, cataloguing every spot that makes her react. She breaks the kiss first, immediately lifting the hem of your shirt. Wincing lightly as you pull your injured hand out of the fabric Melissa slows down bringing the injured hand to her lips lightly kissing each bruised knuckle.

“I love you, bambina.”

“Is that baby?” Your face breaks out into a grin at her words.

“Yeah,” she laughs meeting your lips again as she unclasps your bra gliding her fingers down your arms.

“Oh you’re cute,” you tease putting your hands on her hips rolling the both of you over so Melissa is now on her back. “Lay back and let me take care of you.” You whisper unbuttoning her pants.

From that moment on you keep your eyes on the redhead only glancing away to pull clothing off. Clothing gone on you both with a few minutes of giggles and fumbling you prop yourself up hovering over the redhead keeping eye contact as you rub your fingers in slow circles over her clit.

“More, Tesoro.” She gasps against your lips keeping her fingers in your hair.

In a kiss that shows her exactly how you feel, you keep your fingers moving drawing whines and cries from the redhead. Not wanting to miss a second of her reactions you keep your eyes locked on her with a satisfied grin. You had done this with many people before, but you had never wanted to see their every reaction. This time, you’re in love and you’re loved back.

Hours later lying between Melissa’s legs resting your head on the soft skin of her stomach, your fingers absentmindedly move up and down her thigh as she plays with your hair.

Thinking about everything you two have gone through together already, you can’t help but smirk. “Mel?”

The redhead lets out a tired hum in response.

“You still wanna go to that Phillies game with me?” You ask not moving from the comfort and warmth of her body.

Melissa grins carding her nails through your hair. “I’d love that, hon.”

Lifting your head you move kissing up her body playfully tickling her sides. “Come shower with me?”

“That’s a good idea.” Melissa laughs as she squirms away, pulling you up by your good hand.

In the bathroom as the shower heats up you find clothes for you both settling on big tshirts and shorts knowing if you don’t you two will be up all night.

“I can bring these back to you tomorrow.” Melissa nods to the clothes.

“Keep em. You look good in my clothes,” you chuckle. “You’re staying the night right?” You ask hopefully, knowing she has to work tomorrow.

“Hell yeah. I haven’t gotten my fix of you yet.” She smiles hugging you from behind.

Chuckling you reach around for her arm as you step in the shower. Adjusting the spray so it hits both of you, you gently rub your girlfriends back thinking about the day.

“It took everything in me to not text you good morning today you know. Then, when I saw you at the cafe I wanted to kiss you so badly.”

“I’m sorry I lied.” She whispers.

“No, don’t do that.” You shake your head. “We already talked about it and I’m sticking right here with you through everything. That’s all.” You shrug.

Melissa gives you a soft smile knowing just by your simple actions since you met that she’s safe and won’t be hurt by you. After a quick and well behaved shower, you get dressed and move to strip your bed of your now soiled sheets putting fresh ones on.

“Baby, what time am I setting the alarm for?” You ask as the redhead sits on the side of your bed putting her hair up.

“Five thirty.” She hums climbing in curling into your side. As you two lay together Melissa lets out a content sigh knowing that she doesn’t have to pretend anymore. She can have this with you as much as she wants.

Turning to your side to face the woman you wrap your arm around her waist giving her a tired smile. “I’ll make the coffee in the morning.”

Cuddled together Melissa lifts her ring clad hand up gently brushing her thumb over your bottom lip.

“Say it one more time.”

Letting out a laugh you lean in chasing her lips for a soft kiss.

“I love you,” you hum kissing each of her cheeks, “I love you,” in between kisses to the corners of her mouth, “I love you.” You hum once more kissing her nose which you’ve come to love doing because it makes Melissa scrunch.

And that’s all Melissa needs.

In the morning you’re the first to move when the alarm sounds, hitting the offending device you turn back over seeing a groggy Melissa stretch out with a smile on her face.

“Good morning,” she lets out in a scratchy voice.

“I’ll start the coffee.” You yawn getting up.

It doesn’t take long for Melissa to get up and ready, putting her clothes from the day before back on from the fabric littered on the floor.

In the kitchen you make enough coffee for a big blue travel mug you have, making it just how Melissa likes it. Stirring it you grin when you feel her arms wrap around you and her chin on your shoulder. “Walk me out?”

“Of course, honey.”

Coffee in hand with shoes on and all belongings gathered you walk Melissa out to her truck opening the door for her.

“Text me when you make it to work?” You ask as her arms snake around your neck giving you extra warmth in the cool morning air.

“I’ll text ya, Amore.” She smiles kissing you softly once more before she pulls away to climb into the truck.

“Drive safe.”

Looking over your shoulder to check for traffic you step back watching the truck pull off and head down the road. As your girlfriend goes you can’t help but grin.

Going back up to your apartment you stay up with the sun smiling into your own coffee mug when your screen lights up with a text from Melissa making you laugh.

My pops told me I’m not invited back to family dinner until Nana meets you. What kinda hold do you got on the Schemmenti women, Amore?

[moonlightdancer26]

Came across a wild "bellatrix is a feminist icon" post with 100% sincerity from the poster. Yeah girl, torturing other women for not being pure of blood is soooo progressive! Poster also called Wanda and Cruella feminist 😬 God, can fandoms stop calling abusive/cruel/racist women "feminist icons"? Feel free to love them however much you want, they're just fictional after all, but for fuck's sake keep feminism out of your mouth when you try to defend them.

Bro…

torturing other women for not being pure of blood is soooo progressive!

I think the OP’s also forgetting that Bellatrix fawned obsessed over and devoted her entire life to a man who treated her like absolute trash. She actively supported an elitist terrorist group to take any non-purebloods’ rights away, she tortured countless innocent people, including women, and she was more than happy with tossing Hermione—a muggleborn woman—over to Greyback—who 1. is a pedophile, rapist, and cannibal 2. was strongly implied to have lusted after Mione—and let him do whatever he wanted with her. She didn’t even have a problem with throwing Draco—her sister’s son—to the werewolves. Bella’s entire personality revolved around 1. a man who couldn’t care less about her and took advantage of her “love” for him and 2. taking away people’s rights (she even murdered a house-elf bruh).

Me who just spent two minutes looking for more info about who anon is talking about and then actually found the post: I just found what you’re talking about, anon, and I’m going insane rn. The fact that I saw some Snape fans agreeing with the poster is making me… question things. (I like how the OP tried to use “why can’t a villain be a feminist icon?” as an argument 💀)

I remember seeing a “Bella is a feminist icon” post from harrypotterconfessions, I thought the person who submitted that was crazy for a sec but then I tried to gaslight myself into believing they were a troll and didn’t mean it. 😀 It scares me that there are people who think like this.

Feminism is not torturing people—including women (I feel the need to mention women because almost all Bella stans who think like this are misandrists)—into insanity and, like I said, actively supporting an elitist terrorist group to take any non-purebloods’ rights away. I cannot even think of a single thing Bella did in the entire series that would make anyone think of her as a feminist.

And I like how the OP tried to use Bella’s powers as evidence of her supposed feminism, as if there weren’t several other powerful witches in the series. Plus?? Bella got her ass kicked by Molly Weasley (and even got outsmarted by a bunch of teenage girls but that’s besides the point).

Poster also called Wanda and Cruella feminist 😬

Ahh. Of course they’re a Wendy stan, of-fucking-course. (I’m not even gonna spend my time on this, Wanda stans are a different breed istg.)

As for Cruella. If they’re talking about Cruella from the Cruella movie (she’s a total queen, Emma Stone was perfect for the role!), then I can at least understand it a bit more; she’s a diva and a fashion icon. But if they’re talking about Cruella from 101 Dalmatians, then how the hell is she in any way a feminist? The Cruella movie mostly acts as a stand-alone film, hence separate from the 101 Dalmatians universe, so I’m pretty sure it isn’t to be considered canon to the Disney film (correct me if I’m wrong, I didn’t find much info about it).

God, can fandoms stop calling abusive/cruel/racist women "feminist icons"?

Still waiting for the day, anon. They can love them as much as they can, I absolutely adore Bella and Cruella (Wanda can fuck off), but ffs these people are getting way too loose with the term “feminist.” Why can’t people just google the definition of feminist? Google is free… and it takes less than 15 seconds.

but for fuck's sake keep feminism out of your mouth when you try to defend them.

THANK YOU

And just so y’all know, this post is not meant to send any hate to the OP—if any of my followers know who anon and I are talking about, please just leave them be. The claims they’ve made aren’t new to me, this post was meant to merely debunk said claims.

One last thing, anon, I’d like to inform you that I think you’ve caused me to develop a bit of a passion for this topic—my answer was a lot longer than I intended it to be. 👀

[waitimcomingtoo]

Paranoid

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

submitted by @7teenbl-ck : your Criminal Minds obsession gets you paranoid about crime in your neighborhood. Everything scares you now, even Peter

Masterlist

(this gif has nothing to do with the story but omg look at it)

“Baby, wake up.”  

You jolted awake when Peter shook you, your laptop sliding off your stomach and onto the bed.

“What time is it?” You asked groggily as you rubbed your eyes.

Sleepy you was peters favorite version of you, so he took a minute to answer as he admired the way your hair stuck up in every direction.

“It’s not even nine yet. I just got back from patrol.” He told you as he rubbed your hip.

“I must’ve fallen asleep watching Criminal Minds again.” You said before hiding a yawn behind your hand.

“Why are you so obsessed with fake crime when you have a boyfriend out there fighting real crime?” Peter pouted, moving your laptop off the bed so you wouldn’t lose it.

“I watch it for the plot.” You smiled sleepily at him, and he saw right through you. Peter let out a short laugh and brought your hand up to his mouth to kiss it.

“You watch it because you’re in love with that stupid agent Reid or whatever his name is.” Peter grumbled, his jealousy making you smile.

“It’s Doctor Reid.” You corrected, and he rolled his eyes at you.

“You’ve been watching that damn show every single night when I come back from patrol.” Peter whined as he pulled you into his chest and rubbed your back. “Why don’t you let me tell you about the real unsubs I see?”

“Fine, baby.” You patted his knee and curled into his chest, still half sleep. “Tell me about patrol tonight.”

“I saw a pigeon l in the backseat of a moving taxi.” Peter said excitedly, and you chuckled against his chest.

“How is that a real crime?” You teased him.

“That’s theft of service. That pigeon could get get fined up to $4,000.” Peter argued and you let out a laugh.

“Who would waste their time trying to bring a pigeon to justice?” You asked, and Peter fell silent.

“Peter? I need you to be honest with me.” You said, your tone suddenly seriously.

“Okay, sure” Peter sat up a little to give you his full attention.

“Did you go after the pigeon?” You squinted at him in the dark. Peter was quiet again and you could see him chewing his bottom lip in the moonlight that came through your window

“Peter.” You repeated in a warning tone.

“It was a slow night! The pigeon needed to be set free before he committed a misdemeanor.” Peter defended.

“You know who never has a slow night?” You wiggled your eyebrows.

“Don’t say the BAU” Peter groaned.

“The BAU!” You cheered. “Let’s watch Criminal Minds.”

“But I want to cuddle.” Peter whined. It not that he didn’t like the show, he just wasn’t in the mood for it. He’s much rather hear about your day or just about anything else you wanted it tell him.

“We can do both.” You insisted as you pulled your laptop into your lap. Peter scooted between your legs and let you be the big spoon as you clicked on an episode.

~

You spent the entirety of your Saturday watching Criminals minds while Peter was at his SAT prep class. He told you he’d be over around 5 to keep you company, something that had slipped your mind around the fourth episode you played. This episode in particular hit a little too close to home, as it took place in New York. As the episode went on, you began to feel fear bubble up in your tummy. It didn’t help that your parents were away for the weekend, leaving you all alone in the apartment. You paused the episode and went to make sure that your door was locked. You sighed a breath of relief when you saw that it was, and leaned your back a against it. That’s when it dawned on you.

You have so many windows.

And windows are just tiny glass doors that criminals can come through.

You rushed throughout your apartment, shutting and locking every single window you had. You shut all the curtains before returning to you bedroom to resume the episode.

While it played, you googled crime statistics in New York.

“443 out of 100,000 people in New York are criminals?” You read out loud to yourself, suddenly feeling very unsafe. You began to google crime in your immediate neighborhood when the episode caught your attention.

“Our unsub is a white male in his mid to late 30s. He’s going to be physically fit and may have already inserted himself in the investigation.” Emily Prentiss said, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

“I know some physically fit white males in their mid to late 30s.” You whispered in fear.

“He’s only attacked cars at first, but he recently escalated to apartments.” Derek Morag added and you gulped.

“I live in an apartment building.” You realized as white hot fear shot through your body.

“His last victim was a high school girl. He broke into her apartment when her parents weren’t home and attacked her while she was drinking a glass of water in her bedroom.” Hotch explained.

Your eyes shifted to the glass of water you had beside your bed. You swiftly punched the glass, making water spill all over your carpet. You had just turned your attention back to the screen when you heard a knocking at your window. You let out a scream and dove under the covers, saying a prayer in every language you could think off. You let out another shriek when they knocked again.

“Who’s there? Are you the criminals? From the statistics?” You yelled form under your covers.

It wasn’t until your panicked breathing calmed down that you heard your boyfriends voice.

“Y/n? It’s Peter. Open up.” He called, his voice muffled through the window. You peaked from beneath your covers and saw Spider-Man perched at your window. You sheepishly got out of bed and opened the window for him, locking it the second he got inside. You peaked through your curtains for anyone who might be watching and shut them tightly.

“Why was it locked? I thought you always left it open for me?” Peter grumbled as he took off his suit. He put on the clothes he left in your room as you sat on your bed.

“But leaving it open for you Peter is the same as leaving it open for all the criminals in New York. All 443 out of 100,000 of them!” You exclaimed and he paused as he was sliding on his shirt.

“What?” He asked, his eyebrows knitting together.

“I have been googling crime statistics in New York all day. Do you know how bad the crime has to be for it it warrant statistics?” You asked him, panic evident in your eyes. He took a seat next to you and took your hands in his.

“Baby, this neighborhood hasn’t had a crime since the guy on the fifth floor stole that lady’s package. And he returned it once he saw it was a cat bed, so no one was even arrested.” Peter reasoned with you but you still looked scared. “What’s got you all worked up?”

You looked at Peter as you nervously chewed your lip and it clicked.

“Don’t say the BAU.” He groaned and buried his face in your neck.

“The BAU!” You protested and he muttered something against your skin before picking his head up. He could see that you were genuinely afraid, so he pulled you into his arms and rested his chin on the top of your head.

“Sweetness, that show isn’t real.” Peter sighed as he rubbed your back. “It’s dramatized and fake and unrealistic. You don’t have anything to worry about.”

“The show isn’t real, but the criminals in New York are.” You said quietly. “There are a lot of bad people in the world and New York is full of them. And then you tell me about all this crazy kinds of bad people with giant wings and illusion technology that the rest of the world doesn’t even know about.”

Guilt twinged in Peters chest at your words. He never should’ve told you about the guys he was fighting if you were already paranoid. He picked up your head and held it between your hands, giving you a gentle smile to calm to down.

“You know what those guys have in common?” Peter asked you and you shook your head.

“No, what?”

“I took them down.” Peter said with a cooks grin and you rolled your eyes at him. “Beck is dead and Toomes is in prison. They can’t get to you.”

“But-“ You began.

“And neither can anyone else.” Peter finished. “My job as Spider-Man is to keep New York safe, but my job as your boyfriend is to keep you safe. You’re always gonna be my number one priority.”

You smiled slightly as Peter and pulled him into a long kiss to thank him.

“Thank you.” You mumbled against his lips. “I guess I shouldn’t be this paranoid. I just kinda forgot my boyfriend was Spider-Man.”

“Then it’s a good thing I’m here.” Peter chuckled. “To remind you.”

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[gilly-bj]

Sorry not to be rude ( I prolly worded this better in my head lol ) but when people say "isayama doesn't owe us anything" fr writing a bad ending or whatever, I laugh because he does??? ?? We are the audience , aot is source of income where do you think the money comes from? A fucking tree? It's a give & take relationship. As viewers we have the very right to criticize and ask for a better ending but in 139's case that's not even good enough, we need proper explanation for so many plot holes hello?? Even Isa himself believes that he needs to make the majority happy which is precisely why he went online searching for reviewed and comments from ppl. That's why it's a fan service ending bc the vast majority are either Ems who thrash ehs or ship em by default + ema Stans. And yes he did admit to making changes due to his editors in the past and if that ain't evident enough for the possibility that the ending in fact was charged last minute. Yes isayama can make mistake he is a human and he even said he regrets the ending which clearly tells us that it's the not the ending he wanted. Idk ppl be like "fans think as if they can make better ending" but yes it's true they can actually🤨 , if Isa himself isn't happy with it that means someone else CAN in fact make a better ending because surprise surprise Isa isn't the ONLY ONE with an understanding to his story and decent reading comprehension. It's okay to admit the ending was bad just because the entire series until that point has been a masterpiece, criticism isn't disrespectful it's having common sense to not blindly love what your favs puts out. Em Shipers are now screaming "y'all don't understand the interview" the fuck? How long are they gonna gaslight EHS even after continually getting what they want when are they gonna stop acting like it's not just EHs who didn't like the ending. Eh, Eren being the father made sense for the plotline, unbiased people can have no trouble admitting that. Em was picked up from the trash as a wallmart version of Romeo & Juliet ( even then they lacked "true love" concept by 100% ) at the cost of mikasa's character development. I remember defending 138 and I quote myself saying "isayama gave Mikasa the development of a lifetime" but now I can't even say that anymore because caniconally there is no evidence that supports that anymore. And I'm open to Mikasa critcisism bc i actually cared about her as an individual character. The way the news of Eren X Mikasa love comedy upseted me is because even as a joke we are gonna be stuck in that "Mikasa showed Erne how to love 😍😍💔" agenda with that collection 🤢🤢. Whatever the fuck I do not care anymore ( but I really do ) I just hope what we get for rivamika adds to the theory of Mikasa moving on and does not mess up our healing pace as fandom, I rest my case. 🕳️🏃‍♀️

Hi my dear @ackermanshoe and thank you for this looong ask! 

Okay joking apart, I agree with you. “Isayama doesn’t owe us anything” doesn’t make sense; when you post something online, it isn’t yours anymore. AOT is famous worldwide, he hasn’t written it just to keep it in a drawer of his desk. He’s giving us something, which is the time and “effort” he puts in creating the story, and we are giving him something else, popularity and money, that obviously doesn’t make happiness but we must accept that it is important. I don’t think he’s the type of person that just cares about the money; if he was, he would have stopped with season 3 but despite the fact that he was tired he decided to give aot a conclusion with the last arc that unfortunately ended the way we know. So I think that something happened; for me, it’s both his readers’ and editor’s fault. He probably saw many of them disliking the Marley Arc and when the editor talked with him about Erem*ka and the other fanservice shits we got in 139, he just said “ok fine” since he was tired of everyone. Rereading 139, the Erem*ka scenes really look like some kind of sarcastic criticisms towards their relationship. It looks like he made fun of it since everything is really absurd and stupid. And even if he didn’t owe us anything, we would have had the right to express our disappointment; when you work with audience you have to be ready to accept compliments and criticisms. Those excuses to me sounds like the words of an e* that doesn’t accept others opinion about their “canon” ship ☠🤡 They don’t understand that it’s not about shipping, everyone who just looked deeper into the story and wanted and expected the best for the last chapter didn’t like it, even non shippers. Some say it’s fine because everyone is alive but i don’t understand how can you say they are alive when their characters were fucking ruined, they are physically alive but those are not the characters we knew, especially Eren. Even non shippers said that Erehisu made more sense than E*, their ship is completely baseless; we have not misinterpreted the story for 11 years it was just obvious that Eren didn’t love Mikasa; it was confirmed various times that he saw her as a mum and not as a lover and where’s this extreme care he felt for Historia. When did he show that care for Mikasa ☠🤡??? He was ready to kill all his friends, including her. And the “Mikasa taught Eren how to love” is so disgusting that i can’t believe someone actually has the audacity to say that. What love? Does it look like love to you? When you love someone you want the their happiness and Eren said that he didn’t want Mikasa to be happy. He treated her like an object and that’s not romantic, AT ALL. It’s not about shipping it’s just that you have a completely wrong mentality if you think that treating a woman, a man, or basically a breathing human being like that is fine. Mikasa deserves more than a man like Eren, she deserves someone that respects her and loves her. I can’t believe there’s someone in this world that thinks that it’s an healthy relationship. Look, if you are an Erem*ka shipper and you think that their relationship is fine you better leave my blog because, honestly, a person with this wrong mentality doesn’t deserve my respect. Now, I’m sorry for this long post, but I had to vent out my frustration about e*. 

These are just opinions but I don’t regret a single word that is written here.

[cuinnamonbun]

Hi again! I got another HC idea. 😌

How would the brothers + angels react to a laidback Muslim MC whose also really violent? Like their mood switch flips instantly lmao

Aye, wassup friend! Regarding your ask, at this point you’re just describing ME lmao, somedays I really do just wake up and choose violence 😭 aite let’s do this 😎

The Demon Brothers + Angels Reacting to a Laidback Muslim!MC Turning Violent

Lucifer

At first this man loves MC and the amount of calm and composure that they have

Though he finds it irritating when he’s threatening them and they would just look up at him with the most dull expression on their face (like seriously human, you should be SCARED)

But still, with how chaotic his brothers are, he appreciates a collected and peaceful demeanour whenever he finds it and MC is breath of fresh air even if he won’t admit it

Silence with them always felt comforting and never awkward

One day, he noticed that MC was rather tense and rigid and had asked them if they were fine to which they replied yes through gritted teeth

Sensing that perhaps they were not in the best of moods, he let them go only to hear them politely ask Mammon to get out of their room

Of course our resident dumbass (affectionate) refused in an attempt to tease them, only to be YEETED from the room and into the hallway where Lucifer was standing with a bewildered look on his face

MC was standing by the door with a dark look in their eyes and the most sinister looking scowl that could rival Satan’s before they slammed the door shut in their faces

When he finally got over his shock, he would be extremely, extremely enthused

He will now spend his free time trying to rile up MC just so he can see them lose their temper again

He couldn’t help himself. He knew that Islam emphasises heavily on the virtues of patience as a sign of piety and so he just assumes that MC would just,,,,never yield to anything

This is when he realises he has a corruption kink ok sorry not sorry

May or may not pop a boner if/when he succeeds and they blow up (not literally) in his face

Mammon

He adores this human. Partly because he’s head over heels in love with them he hardly has anyone to drag with him along with his schemes and this human just seems to be down for anything, and mostly because they’re always so coolheaded

It allows him to pull off his plans without a hitch because MC’s composure allows them to be able to think up a quick solution whenever the two of them inevitably face a brick wall during one of Mammon’s schemes

With them around, Mammon would be 15% richer than he would be if he went alone so he’s keeping them around thank u very much

The first time he witnessed them turn violent is when the two of them were hanging out in his room when Levi bursted in, screaming his head off about how Mammon stole his wallet (he didn’t) and that the limited edition Ruri-chan collection was dropping soon in 24 hours and yada yada yada

And when he found out that Mammon didn’t, in fact, steal it, Levi wouldn’t apologise, oh no no no no. Rather, he would proceed to insult and degrade his brother until MC finally have had enough and went. off.

Seriously, the two demons were so shocked that the usually chill human was now on their feet and threatening to ‘deck Levi over the head WWE style if he didn’t quit it with the insults’ that the two brothers just stopped arguing

If Mammon weren’t so astounded, he would’ve found the whole thing hilarious because here is one of the rulers of Hell, turning white as a sheet as he is being cussed out by a small, furious human

After their long-winded (and frankly terrifying) speech that were riddled with not-so-subtle threats, Levi mumbled an apology and quickly shuffled out of the room with his tail between his legs and MC just plopped back down on his couch with their usual dull expression back on their face as if they didn’t just go on a tirade just seconds prior

Mammon’s love for the MC increased tenfold right then and there

Leviathan

Oh, you’re really quiet and laidback? Cool.

He doesn’t really care about it but he does enjoy having them around during his gaming sessions or when he needs a buddy to watch anime with him because they’re the only ones who would listen to him prattle on about theories and endings whilst enjoying the game/anime

He also vents to them A LOT and is the first person he seeks whenever he’s annoyed or frustrated by his brothers

He was heading over to the living room for movie night with his brothers and MC when he found his brothers all bickering with one another (no shocker there) and MC sitting on the couch reading a hard cover book

Of course, once they saw him enter, he was immediately dragged into the argument about which movie they were gonna watch

Now as the otaku of the family, Levi’s pretty very vocal and highly opinionated about the type of film they should watch for movie night and he dislikes it whenever someone would argue with him on his choice of film

So when Satan told him to his face that his movie selection sucked and he should just leave his input out, Levi would be so, so, SO offended and upset which was evident from his expression alone

Before he could defend himself though, a book suddenly went hurtling through the air and hit Satan right in the middle of his forehead like a bullseye

At first Satan was FURIOUS but it quickly died down when all the brothers finally realised where the book had come from: MC’s direction

They all turned to see an irritated look on their usually placid face and dominant arm raised as if they’d just thrown a shot put

“Oops. My hand slipped,” they said monotonously before sauntering away from the now-quiet living room

Levi is now cautious of accidentally angering MC, but he can’t help that moe feeling that MC actually threw that book in his defense

Satan

As the Avatar of Wrath, Satan is extremely attuned to people’s rage and MC is no different

He was honestly the only one out of his brothers who wouldn’t be surprised if one day MC woke up and chose violence

I mean, he usually keeps his wrath under wraps, hiding it well with an easy smile and friendly demeanour and he could tell that MC was the same

He knew that no one human could ever have that high amount of patience, especially when dealing with his brothers, doesn’t matter if they’re religious or not

In fact, he was waiting for the day he would finally see them snap and release all the pent up rage he knew they bottle carefully within themselves

Of course it happened when Asmo would not stop pestering MC about going to the club

As MC is a Muslim, it’s not a surprise that they’re against going to places like clubs, casinos or bars

Usually MC was able to tune out Asmo’s pleas like white noise but it was when Asmo turned to physically dragging them that became the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back

The poker-faced MC now looked more like an Avatar of Wrath than Satan himself

Satan only watched in amusement as MC dug their heels in the pavement, cradled a confused Asmo’s face in their hands...and pulled his cheeks with a bright smile and the most ominous look in their eyes before telling him ‘fuck off before I proceed to give all of ur prized makeup and skincare for Mammon to sell and use our pact to make u watch as he earns his cash’ in the sweetest way possible

Asmo no longer pesters them to join him clubbing

Satan: I’d just like to say, I’m your biggest fan

Asmodeus

Asmo loves loves LOVES having this human around because they always let him use them as his own personal doll

That means impromptu fashion shows in his room, makeovers, spa days, mani-pedis you name it

So he always assumed they were this paragon of patience and stoicism, never once losing their cool

The first time he saw them turn violent was when the two of them were walking down to the kitchen with Asmo chatting their ear off about some scandal this succubus has found herself in with these two demon best friends while they just listened and occassionally chiming in

When they reached the kitchen however, they found Beel by the kitchen, no shocker there

But MC had stopped dead in their tracks because right there in his hands was the chilled lemon soufflé that they’d been making for Lucifer (upon his request)

It’d taken them hours to perfect the dessert to Lucifer’s standards and they’d left it in the fridge to chill before serving it to him for tea time

So when Beel raised the now-empty glass to show to MC with a happy look on his face, it was enough to send them over the edge and scream bloody murder to the brothers’ surprise

Beel will apologise sheepishly but MC will force him to remake the dessert without letting him eat anything until it is perfect

It was torture for him and Asmo vows to never unintentionally set them off again because...holy shit MC

Beelzebub

Beel is a chill dude most of them time when he’s not hungry

All he wants is for his brothers to stay safe, happy and healthy and he’s a happy demon 🥺

He likes having a laidback MC around whether it’s during studying, snacking or even when he’s working out

Their presence is always so calming and comforting for him since their lax nature just reminds him so much of Belphie

The first time he saw them truly angry was when they’d found out that their favourite sweater that they brought back from the human world had been destroyed and discarded in the trash

As it turned out, Belphie had been rumaging through their room for something to snuggle with while MC had been away at Purgatory Hall and found their sweater

In an unfortunate string of events, a loose thread from the sweater had caught on the end of a door latch and the sleepy Belphegor hadn’t enough patience at the time to gently untangle it

Instead, he forcefully yanked it, causing the sweater to tear

Deciding that it’s better to just grab their blanket or something, Belphie discarded the article of clothing in the trash before stealing their blanket and stalking away to the attic for a nap

When MC found out, they. were. furious.

That means a lot of smashing, screaming and shouting until Beelzebub or Lucifer finally managed to calm them down

He’s sad that MC is so angry at his twin but he never wanted to see MC lose their temper like that ever again

Belphegor

Exam season was rapidly approaching at RAD and that means more assignments, quizzes and tests 

For the average student, it also means sleepless nights, mental breakdowns and consuming a concerning amount of caffeine

For Belphegor, he simply couldn’t give a shit

No amount of exams is scary enough to get his ass out of bed and study 

And like his other brothers, he assumed the same for MC

They always had that poker face on them as they studied and they never once argued or talked back to one of his brothers even though they were being so annoying and irritating (to him) and were clearly disturbing their revision time

He sees the hard work that they’re putting in their studies and reputation and even though they hide it behind a blasé mask, he knew they were exhausted

It was up to Belphegor to recognise their cues and force them to take breaks by napping with him

He was peacefully napping in the common room beside a studying MC, patiently waiting for their 25 minute break from their pomodoro session when Lucifer had walked in and begun to bark chores at them that even woke up the younger demon beside them

And to their surprise, rather than wordlessly carrying out his commands like the demons had expected them to, MC slammed their pen down on the coffee table and yelled at him

MC: you know what, Lucifer? Why don’t you take your ***** and ****** then shove it up your ****** and let’s not forget to *****, you little ***** ***** *****!!!

Belphegor had never been more proud and concerned for this little human who was far too brave for their own good

Simeon

It’s said by everyone who knew him that Simeon is always so calm and composed, always greeting everybody with a kind smile and gentle eyes

He never once loses his cool, but that doesn’t mean that he does not feel anger from time to time

Like Satan, Simeon is understanding of MC’s anger and would never reprimand them for blowing up

Anger is healthy after all

He has expressed concern before for MC’s mental wellbeing as they were far too patient for their own good

Of course, in all his years of living, he has seen remarkable humans with superhuman patience before like the Prophets Muhammad and Jesus (peace be upon them) but even that was because they had divine intervention 

The first time he saw them finally snap was when the two of them were enjoying a pleasant walk towards the House of Lamentation from RAD when Mammon and Levi appeared out of nowhere and began fighting again

It had been non-stop screaming, insulting and fighting with these two for almost three weeks now and MC was so, so, sooo close to yeeting them off the side of a cliff

Their composure finally snapped when Mammon and Levi had been roughhousing so close to them that they accidentally stepped on Simeon’s robe (or is it more of a cape?? idk) and tore a small hole in it

Simeon has never been more surprised to see MC roar at them and begin a stern lecture that reminded him so terribly of Lucifer

He was so amused that he couldn’t help but laugh when they forced the two to apologise to him before dragging them over to the House by their ears, completely ignoring their desperate cries for mercy 

It was a hilarious sight and he would’ve recorded that entire scene on his DDD if he weren’t so hopeless with technology

Luke

MY SONNN

Luke is reminded of Simeon when he first got to know MC

They were always so collected and level-headed even though they were thrown in Hell out of the blue for an exchange programme that lasts a whole year

He never understood how they could be so chill with living with 7 demons under one roof though like??? hello????? human are u functioning well?

But he likes having them around because they’re always so nice to him and always keen on spending time with him

Which is where he finally saw them snap

The two of them were carrying their cupcakes that they’d made for their picnic date alongside Simeon and Solomon and had left them on the table for a few minutes while they went to gather the rest of the supplies

They came back to see that the cupcakes had been ravaged by Mammon, Levi and Beel who all looked so pleasantly happy munching on their hard work

Luke was extremely distraught and upset over this and protective MC will NOT tolerate this kind of behaviour to their son

So using the power of the pacts, they forced the brothers to grovel at his feet and apologise by doing whatever Luke wants them to do

He wants a glass of water? LEVI GET UR ASS TO THE KITCHEN RN! He wants pizza? MAMMON U RUN UR CUT LIL BUTT TO HELL’S KITCHEN AND GET HIM A LARGE PIZZA STAT! He wants to be fed? BEEL U BETTER MOVE THAT FOOD FROM UR MOUTH SON AND FEED IT TO HIM ASAP!

Luke secretly enjoys it but he still can’t help but feel kinda bad for the brothers and slightly scared of MC now

[spacefaegoddess]

Alright come get your fresh hot (and very long I'm sorry) Mercury Black character analysis

I've loved our resident silver asshole since the beginning but we know like... two things about him. Before volume 6 he's always a package deal with Emerald (which I definitely don't mind) so we never got much on him individually. We knew he was raised to be an assassin by his abusive father, who he later killed. He's sarcastic and a joker but also an extremely skilled fighter who isn't afraid to get his hands dirty. And now, though there hasn't been many explicit backstory points for him, we can definitely read into some things.

I wanna start at V6Ch9 "Lost". Emerald straight up asks Mercury why he joined up with her and Cinder, and he thinks it's a stupid question. There's our first point - he avoids a true answer. But then Emerald asks again, and he answers "It just made sense." He was trained a killer all his life, and once he surpassed his father/trainer, Cinder shows up to offer him a job. Again, this isn't exactly a clear explanation of his thoughts. Mercury Black is not the type to believe in fate, yet here he is saying that it was meant to be. He's avoiding what the real answer is, or maybe he doesn't even know why he joined them yet. Emerald pushes again, and this time Mercury gets annoyed and angry, yelling "What's your problem?"

Emerald wants to know what Mercury wants out of all this, and his answer is essentially power and control. Salem is going to throw out the old and be in control of the new - and she's going to put her followers in prominent positions. Then Emerald starts her speech about Cinder and how she relies so much on her and yadda yadda...and Mercury is super annoyed at this point. Emerald is pushing into a part of his life that he doesn't want anyone in, and now she's thinking that maybe there's more to life than what they've thought. She poking at Mercury's bubble so to speak and he's preventing it from popping the only way he knows how - anger.

He tells Emerald that Cinder doesn't care about either of them and she's in denial. Emerald is inching closer and closer to becoming something more than her past, and thought he doesn't show it, I think that scares Mercury a bit (I'll get to more of this later). He tells Emerald that he wants to be left out of her "crisis of identity". He can't even entertain the thought of being something more than his past. He's a killer, it was meant to be, that's his fate. Or at least that what he tells himself.

However, he shows what I believe is a little empathy when he makes Emerald look him in the eyes and says "I'm sorry you didn't have a mommy who loved you". But then his anger at his past gets the better of him - "But I had a father who hated me!" He rants and rants about his father and the abuse he suffered, and you can see the fear start to creep into Emerald's eyes. Mercury is absolutely livid about his past and his father. Talking about it makes him lose control and scare the one person who might care about him.

And again, Mercury reaffirms that he believes he is where he is fated to be. "I've had to work harder than anyone to get where I am!" Mercury has more than just no semblance. He has no love, no joy, no leadership, nowhere to run. He can't just leave. He tells himself that that is what makes him strong, makes him a fighter, makes him worthy. He believes in his future because of his past. "You may not like it here without Cinder, but I think I'm right where I'm supposed to be."

Aaaaand enter Tyrian. "Oh yes, the world is mean, and I'm a big, bad man now just like the others." Look, Tyrian might be psychotic but man can get into other people's heads like no other. He's calling out Mercury perfectly. Mercury believes he has conquered the world, conquered his past - but has he really? Or is he becoming even worse than the rest of the world? "All you ever learned was pain and violence, and now you're too afraid to leave it!" This line is Mercury to a T. That's the biggest question for Mercury right there: can he become more than what he believes he should be, what he deserves? It so accurate that Mercury lashes out again, yelling that Tyrian doesn't know anything about him because he knows that Tyrian is right. Deep down, Mercury doesn't like any of this, and Tyrian knows it. It doesn't matter why Mercury wants to do it (or why he believes he wants to do it), it matters what he's doing. This isn't going to prove that he's strong or worthy, it's only going to keep him from moving forward - stuck in pain and violence, just like Tyrian said. After Tyrian leaves, Mercury is basically bearing his teeth and breathing heavily. He is so angry and being called out like that because he knows that it's true.

Where is my evidence for this? First of all, though he tries to hide it, I believe that he does care about Emerald - in his own asshole way. Like I said above, he calls Emerald out for being in denial about Cinder. It's harsh but she does need that reality check. He desperately calls for her to move during the Battle of Haven. He defends her against Tyrian. He warns her to not move against Salem. I'm probably gonna make a separate post about this because I'm emercury trash but moving on.

Second, you need to look at what he does, not what he says. Mercury's words are harsh, sarcastic, and meant to inflict pain. His responses to the world around him though? They show what's beneath the surface. The beginning of V4 when he's looking at the Grimm with Emerald. His face is disgusted. Even later at the end of the volume, he sees Salem manipulating Grimm and he looks absolutely terrified. He doesn't even look at Emerald when she speaks to him. I think this is where he starts to really question if he's in too deep with Salem. This woman is commanding and manipulating Grimm, the soulless incarnation of evil. What does that make him? What could she do to him? We see this fear again in V6Ch4 when Hazel takes the blame for their failure at Haven. And one thing I want to point out with Salem's line in this episode: "It's important not to lose sight of what drives us: love, justice, reverence." Watts is justice. Tyrian is reverence. I think Emerald is love. So what does that make Mercury?

Now more recently, V8Ch7. Mercury is still afraid of Salem, and now he's not afraid to say as such to Emerald. He knows better than to disobey her. He also knows that they can't stop her. If Hazel couldn't, then how could he and Emerald? And now, Mercury is in his own state of denial. He justifies following Salem's orders by convincing himself that Salem won't destroy the world. That is, until Tyrian shows up with a reality check once again. Just look at his facial expression after Tyrian's little monologue. This might be where he's finally letting his conscious in. Again, Tyrian might be insane, but he knows what's really going on. Salem is going to destroy the world, and now Mercury is really starting to believe it. When he gets on the ship to Vacuo and gives Emerald that little nod, I think he's saying, "I understand now. Do what you have to. I trust you."

And now that Emerald has switched sides....Vacuo is going to be interesting.

[sincerelyreidburke]

15 for platonic nando and ben because its not gay to want to marry the homies

First of all, please forgive me. This is only the first sappy prompt, and while I will most definitely fill all of them, it will come as no surprise to anyone reading this that I’m being slow as I do that. Do not worry! I won’t let you down. I love every single one of these sappy-ass prompts.

Second: Percy, this one made me laugh. I hope you enjoy the bro time ficlet I created in response to your request. Featuring Chef Nando, the Beech Street kitchen, and Ben’s incessant chirping of Nando for being a huge simp. (Quinn is only an offscreen entity here, FWIW. It’s 100% Ben and Nando bro time.)

From this list of prompts!

15. “Please marry me.”

Nando is making a mess of the kitchen.

At least he knows it. And it’s definitely not the first time this has happened. He’s lived in his room at the house on Beech Street for almost an entire school year now, and he’s completely aware of his own tendency to turn cooking space into a war zone. He can’t help it! It’s the allure of a kitchen existing downstairs from him, and a kitchen he only has to share with five other people, no less. Yeah, the freshman boys’ dorm had a kitchen, but a gross communal kitchen in a dorm with 200 other guys is a lot different from a house kitchen he can utilize for hours at a time and not get any shit for it.

That’s why he makes a mess in here. And he knows it. Even if he weren’t aware of it, Quinn would have definitely brought it to his attention by this point, because Quinn will not hesitate to start a bickering argument about this exact type of thing as if they’ve been married for 40 years. (Which Nando loves.) He figures it’s better to know something like this about yourself than to live in total ignorance about it.

So, anyway: he’s making a mess of the kitchen. In his defense, he’s making a messy meal. It’s a Thursday afternoon, sunny and warm (or at least warm for March in New England), and the weather has spurred him into the exactly right mood to make a big dinner. There’s also maybe the added motivation of his one class tomorrow having been cancelled, so today is basically his Friday. And also, he was hungry.

Whatever. The point is, he’s making empanadas, and anybody who takes two steps through the front door of Beech right now would totally know it, because the evidence is everywhere.

There’s flour all over the counter from when he was making the dough. The three separate pans he used to make the filling are stacked up in the sink, yet to be washed. There’s a pan of oil getting ready to heat up on the stove, and just for good measure, as if this weren’t enough food, he’s even making beans and rice, which requires two more pots, both of which are in use right now on other stove burners.

The empanadas themselves, which have yet to be fried, are all on a cookie sheet, separated by wax paper. There are a lot of them, but Beech is home to six hungry athletes plus possibly one more if Remy comes over, which he almost definitely will. Nando wants to save at least a few of them for Quinn, too, even though he won’t be at dinner.

Who said you can’t have a big family dinner on a Thursday night? Nobody. Literally nobody. This is college, and he’s living his best life.

Beech is empty, at least for the moment, which is even more enabling. Nando has music on, as loud as he wants it to be. He thinks he knows where everybody is, too, which is helping him time dinner. Jordy has debate team on Thursdays, and Teegs said something about going to the gym. Remy’s in the library, and Ben and Sam both have classes that should be out soon. Marc is probably with that one girl he’s been trying to wheel lately.

So everybody is accounted for, and he has the house to himself, which is how he wound up cooking. Nando turns up the heat on the oil, and waits. His shuffle switches songs, and he bops around the disaster scene of a kitchen to the steady beat. The sun through the window, though it’s on its way to setting, still warms him up, brightens his mood.

It’s a good afternoon.

He’s not quite frying yet when the front door opens, but he is stirring the pot of beans, reaching over to the back burner on the stove to get to them. It’s starting to smell good— everything is. Beech Street smells like home right now.

Not that Beech isn’t home. It’s just not the same home where Mama and his sisters are. It’s a home away from home. And Nando really, really likes the way that feels.

The door is a distant sound, with his music playing. What actually gets his attention is the voice that comes from that direction; Ben, as usual, announces his own arrival before he actually comes into the kitchen. “Holy actual hell,” he calls, as his steps get closer. “You cooking, Nan?”

“You bet your ass I am,” Nando replies, with a laugh. He pauses his music, and then turns just in time to see Ben walk in. He has his backpack over one shoulder, and his jeans are cuffed, so you can see the rainbow socks that match his scrunchie. He puts a hand to his heart as he stops to survey the scene in the kitchen, and then drops his backpack.

“Duuuude,” he whispers, kind of reverently, and approaches the counter. He doesn’t actually comment on the mess in the kitchen, because Ben isn’t the tidiest person. He’s not the worst, but still. Rooming with him was an experience last year. “What’s this for? You got a hot date tonight?”

“No, not tonight,” Nando mumbles, turning the heat down on the beans. “He has rehearsal.”

“Then this is for us?” A gleeful grin crosses Ben’s face. “Like, this is dinner?”

“Uh, yeah?” Nando laughs. “I thought you guys might want a night off from, like, dining hall food.”

“Wow.” Ben puts his hand back on his heart, and sighs like a damsel in a sexist movie. “I feel so special.”

He grins at him. “I love that you assumed Quinn was coming over because I was cooking.”

“Well, yeah, because you’re a fucking simp,” Ben replies, and then walks over to his side of the counter and punches the side of his arm. “Everybody knows that.”

There’s no use defending himself in the face of Ben’s chirping, but he tries anyway. “I don’t cook every time Quinn comes over.”

“He’s gonna be jealous.” Ben pulls his phone from his pocket. “I’m gonna send him a pict— wait, dude, are those empanadas?”

“I still have to fry them.” Nando gestures to the pan of oil. “But yes.”

“Oh, my God.” Ben laughs and swoons. “Please marry me, dude. Like, what the fuck.”

Nando leans to the oven, to turn it on so it’ll keep the empanadas warm. “Well, now Quinn’s definitely gonna be jealous.”

“Seriously.” Ben arches an eyebrow, flashing his trademark smirk. “I’m sending him a picture. I’m gonna tell him I’m stealing his man and the food that comes with him.”

“I feel like you’re reducing me to my ability to cook.” Nando pauses, as he draws back from the buttons on the oven. He grabs a wooden spoon and turns it upside down, pressing it into the oil to test the temperature. It bubbles a little, but it’s definitely not hot enough yet. “Like a housewife?”

“You are a housewife.” Ben is typing on his phone— Snapchatting Quinn, by the looks of what Nando can see on the screen. There’s a black caption bar over a photo of the tray of empanadas. “You’re the Beech Street personal chef. And I love you for it.”

Nando grins. “I love you, too.”

Ben finishes his Snapchat, then puts his phone back into his pocket and declares, “C’mere, big man.” He hugs him from the side, and Nando pats him on the back with his free hand. “You’re a legend,” Ben announces. “Thanks for feeding our sorry asses.”

“Wow,” Nando chirps, raising an eyebrow at his best friend. “Is this you being actually sentimental? What’s your deal?”

“Fuck off.” Ben immediately punches his arm again, but stays in the hug for a second more before he lets him go. “Who says I can’t appreciate the homies?”

Nando snorts. “I know you’re just trying to get extra empanadas.”

“Not true,” Ben retorts, even though it totally is true. He tucks one of his stray hairs behind his ear, and then folds his arms, surveying the kitchen scene again. “Also, where is everybody?”

Nando rattles off the list of people’s locations he came up with in his own head a little while ago. Ben nods as he does it, then shrugs, walking over to a barstool and hopping up into it. “Looks like it’s just me and you, simp boy.”

“Looks like it is.” Nando knows Ben can’t see his face anymore, as he tests the oil again. He’s grinning anyway. “Do you care if I put my music back on?”

“Yes,” Ben replies. “Your music is trash.”

“Hey!” The oil is hot. Nando straightens and looks over his shoulder. “What’s wrong with my music?”

“I told you,” Ben says, simply. He’s scrolling through his phone at the counter. “It’s trash.” There’s a brief pause, and then Nando’s bluetooth speaker makes a little ping.

Connected to: Ben’s iPhone, says the robot voice, and Nando rolls his eyes. “Come into my kitchen,” he mumbles. “Chirp my ass. Disrespect my music.”

“Oh!” Ben completely ignores this, and grins at his phone. “Q Snapped me back.” He pauses, like he’s waiting for something to load, and then announces, “He says he’s jealous and to save him some.”

Nando turns back to his empanadas, so Ben won’t see the smile on his face as he remarks, “Tell him I was already going to.”

“Of course you were,” Ben mumbles. “You fucking simp ass.”

The oven beeps— it’s finished heating. Nando thinks it’s easier to just fry everything at once and leave it warm in the oven, rather than wait for people to be ready to eat and try to time it. He takes a second cookie sheet out, for as he finishes frying. The apron Quinn made him, tied tight around his waist right now, is about to get kind of greasy. Not that it hasn’t already been through hell and back. He’s had it for over a year.

Behind him, Ben is quiet for a second, and then he starts playing Bruno Mars at a respectable volume through the Bluetooth speaker. Nando grins, and sways his shoulders to the opening couple of beats of 24K Magic. “See,” Ben says, with a grin in his voice. “Don’t say I never did anything for you, Nanny. I know what you like.”

“This is a good song,” he replies, and then Ben immediately starts singing. Nando laughs, loud and long, with the sun warm on his face and a good feeling in his chest.

He drops the first empanada into the oil and sings along with his best friend. Together, they make the kitchen into their own little party. Ben is a bad dancer and Nando is a worse singer, but they vibe together in the kitchen anyway, between batches of frying and various chirps. Nando thinks, as he cooks, that he honestly couldn’t be having more fun.

So, yeah. It’s a really great afternoon.

[themaninflannel]

I’m not fragile  (pt 3 of snapshots)

Summary: Dean finally agrees to teach the reader how to fight, or at least that’s what he thought he was going to do.  Warnings: yelling, drinking, smut, sort of sub!dean, lots of sass Word count:~2.2k A/N: the previous parts of this series are on my masterlist!

I was sitting at the little table in our motel room doing research for a case the boys were working on when it hit me: I was defenseless. All I had was the gun on the chair next to me, but no training on how to use it, so if the monster of the week decided that they wanted to come for me I was a goner. I needed to learn how to fight. Plain and simple. 

Well apparently that was easier said than done because when I brought it up to Sam and Dean it didn’t go very well.

“Hey guys, I was thinking….ummm….I should probably learn how to defend myself….ya know, learn how to fight and all that,” I said between bites of pizza.

“Ummm I don’t know if that’s such a great idea,”Sam cautioned.

“Yeah that just not happening,” Was Dean’s opinion on the idea.

“Ok hear me out, something might come after all of us,or even just me, and I would have no way to defend myself. I don’t want to be the damsel in distress that needs to be saved. It’s bad for me AND it’s bad for you guys, it would distract you from the real problem. If you guys know that I’ll be ok then your full efforts can be focused on killing the monster.”

“Nope not happening. I’m not teaching you how to fight just for you to go out and try to take something on by yourself and get hurt.” Dean seemed adamant, but he wasn’t the only one to stand their ground.

“Oh please! Give me some credit man, I’m smarter than that,”

“Hear her out, Dean, she makes a decent point,” 

“Thank you, Sam. Dean I promise I just want to defend myself,”

“I said no. End of discussion.” Dean aggressively stood up, his chair bouncing back behind him and grabbed his jacket, “I’m going out.”

Things were awkward for the next couple of days. Dean and I didn’t really talk at all, Sam kept sending me apologetic looks but that was about all. They finished the case, with my research saving their asses, and then we moved on to the next town. It went on like that for a few cases, Sam and I got closer while Dean insisted that there was nothing more to discuss and kept his distance. 

A few more cases went by where Dean wouldn’t talk to me about anything other than research. I got sick of that real fast, so one day when the boys were out I decided to take a stand. When they walked back in through the doors I made my play.

“Why won’t you train me? I deserve to defend myself,” I said standing up from the edge of the bed I had been sitting in while I waited.

“It’s not safe,”

“Really? That’s your argument?” I couldn’t believe him, “NOTHING about this job is safe!”

“I’m gonna let you guys talk this out,” Sam snuck back out the door.

“Goddammit Y/N! I already told you it’s not happening,”

“WHY NOT?!” I was yelling at this point.

“Because I can’t risk you getting hurt!” He was yelling now too.

“THEN I SHOULDN'T EVEN BE HERE,”

“I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO COME ALONG IN THE FIRST PLACE,” that one hurt.

“FUCK YOU WINCHESTER,” I shoved him, hard. 

“WHAT THE HELL Y/N?”

“I’m already here, whether you like it or not, so you might as well train me so there’s the smallest chance possible of me actually getting hurt. But look I get it, if you don’t want me here I’ll go,” I had to get out of there before he saw how much that comment hurt. I grabbed my coat and stormed out.

Dean found me a few hours (and a few drinks) later at one of the local dives. I was sitting at the bar with a tequila shot and a beer in front of me, attempting to make myself feel better about the fact that I wasn��t wanted. Needless to say it wasn’t working. Despite the fact that I was not in the least bit sober, I knew that the man who had just walked into the bar made a beeline for the barstool next to mine. Before he even sat down I knew it was Dean. 

“What are you doing here, Dean?” I was not in the mood to be polite.

“Look, Y/N I’m sorry about saying I didn’t want you around-“

“Then why’d you say it?”

“I just don't want you to get hurt!”

“So train me!” The exasperated was very clear in my voice. “That’s the whole reason why I wanna learn, I don’t wanna get hurt either,”

“Can we talk about this tomorrow? Just come back to the motel. Please?”

“Seriously? Why can’t we talk about this now?”

“Well, for one, because your drunk,”

“Oh please” I scoffed after taking another shot, “you’re always drunk,”

“Fine, if I agree to train you, will you just come back to the motel already?”

“Only if you mean it,” I may have been drunk but I could still tell when a Winchester was lying. 

“Yes, ok. Fine!”

“Wonderful! That’s all I wanted to hear,” I hopped off my stool, managing to only wobble a little, and held my hand out to Dean. I had a feeling he was lying but I was gonna hold him to his promise. 

The next morning I woke up bright and early and even though I felt like absolute ass I got myself together and tried to feel like a person before I woke Dean up, I would damned if I wasn’t gonna make him keep his promise to train me. 

“Yo. Winchester. Rise and shine!” I shook him a little and when he stirred I shoved a cup of coffee in his face. I may be bold but I’m not trying to die because Dean didn’t get his coffee. 

“Ugh Y/N? What time is it?”

“Like 8ish,”

“Too early!” He said into his pillow. 

“Nope, you made me a promise. Get up,”

“How are you not hungover? You were trashed last night,” he grumbled, finally making his way out of bed. 

“Water. See, D, if you drink water like a normal person and not just alcohol you’ll feel better the next day,” I was lying out of my ass, I felt like crap but I was not about to give him a reason to back down. 

Once he had woken up and drank an amount of coffee that would have had my skin vibrating, it was time. I could tell that Dean was still not happy that I had bullied him into actually keeping his word when all he wanted was to get me out of that bar. 

“God my bruises have bruises,” I flopped down on the grass of the clearing I had dragged Dean to. 

“Ugh you’re telling me,” Dean said across the clearing. What Dean did not know before going into this training session was that I actually knew more about hand to hand than I was letting on. As soon as I had learned about the supernatural world I started taking classes. 

“Well, you seem to think I’m fragile so I thought I would show you that I can take care of myself,” 

“Point made,” he groaned standing up, “I don’t know why you couldn’t just tell me,”

“For one I don’t think you would have believed me, second I’m pretty sure you held back even after I slammed you into the ground,” I reached up and grabbed Dean's arm, pulling him down and rolling on top of him. 

“Whoa!” 

“Like I said- not fragile.” I whispered into his ear, pinning his arms above his head.

“Oh, umm, no nope not fragile,” he stuttered, his hands going straight to my thighs when I let them go, “sweetheart, um, you gotta move if you don’t want this to get real awkward real fast,” In response I wiggled in his lap making him gasp. I could feel him starting to respond under me. 

“What? You said to move,” I teased, “do you want me to get off?” I leaned down close to his face. 

“No!” His hands got tighter on my thighs, “don’t go anywhere,” he growled before he tilted his chin up and captured my lips with his. My hands went to his hair, his went to my ass, and the only thought in my head was FINALLY because damn did he look hot when he was shirtless. I decided to tease him and circle my hips a little, I could feel that he was fully hard under his jeans. 

“Ugh you gotta stop that,” he moaned out. His voice sounded strained and it pulled on something inside me. But I didn’t have the brain power to think about what that meant, so instead I took off my shirt. 

Dean flipped us so that he was hovering over me.

“This feels familiar,” He said before he lowered his head to my nipple. I let myself succumb to the feeling for a minute before I took back control and flipped us over again. 

“This doesn’t,” I started unbuckling his pants. 

“Why didn’t we do this before,” he moaned when I pushed his pants and boxers past his hips, finally letting his dick free. I leaned back down and kissed my way from his jaw down his neck, spending some time on his nipples once I realized how sensitive they were because I just loved the sounds he was making. Eventually I kept moving down until I was hovering over his cock- not touching it but he could feel my breath. 

“Please,” he whimpered, I never would have expected him to let me take over like this but I was loving it. 

“Tell me what you want,”

“Uh your mouth, I want your mouth,” I kissed a line up the side of his dick and then licked a stripe up the vein before I took his head into my mouth. Hollowed my cheeks and took as much of him in as I could. I pulled off and swirled my tongue around the tip taking the precum into my mouth. Before I could go down again he pulled me up and kissed me, his hands roaming all over. 

“I want to taste you,” he said into my neck, his fingers working on the button on my pants. 

“Yes. Ok yes,” under any other circumstances I probably would have been embarrassed by how desperate I sounded but right then I could not give any fucks, especially because Dean surprised me by shifting me so I was practically sitting on his face. I might have protested but before I could even think to say something he swiped his tongue up and sucked on my clit. 

“Dean!” I moaned out, I could feel him smirking before he went back to one he was doing. A few licks and swipes and I was cumming faster than I expected. Once I had come down he helped me move back so I was sitting on his thighs, I could see the evidence of my orgasm all over his face, along with his smug smile. 

“Shut up,” I rolled my eyes at him before I reached down and held his cock to my entrance. I slid him between my lips making him groan, once I had him squirming under me I sank down slowly. His hands went to my nipples, he pinched and twisted making me throw my head back and moaned. I felt him deeper in me than I expected, he was hitting every spot inside me perfectly, I bounced on his cock feeling him slide in and out of me, hearing his groans, and seeing his face. I never expected to be doing this with him again but now that I was I never wanted to stop. I could feel my second orgasm slowly approaching and I could tell he was too by the sounds he was making and how he was struggling to keep a rhythm under me. 

“I’m not gonna last long, sweetheart,” he breathed out. 

“I’m close too,” I circled my hips and ground down onto him, his pubic bone adding pressure where I needed it most. With one last movement my orgasm hit me and I clenched around him causing him to spill himself inside me with a groan. 

Once I came back to reality I rolled off him and back onto the grass. 

“Woah,” I sighed. High fiving him before putting my jeans back on. 

“Yeah…” Dean answered. “Ok, so not fragile at all,” I laughed pulling my shirt over my head. 

“Told you,” I sassed. Once we had both gotten our clothes back on we walked back to the Impala. 

“Ok so I can fight but I still need you to teach me how to shoot and what kills what,” I leaned against the side of the impala. 

“Back to business huh,” he rolled his eyes at me, “we’ll work on all that later, but I’m still hungover and you kinda kicked my butt so I could use a nap right now,” he said getting back into the car. 

“Ok fair enough, we’ll revisit later I guess,” I was a little disappointed that we weren’t just going to jump right into it but I was still too orgasm happy to fight it.

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

wait whaddya mean by 'evidence' for why ya don't like MC/Goro? Isn't that more of a personal preference kinda thing rather than something that needs 'evidence'?

Haha...haha........he....orz Yeah..........you’d think........ But back when P5 came out, apparently I couldn’t say I disliked Makoto without a “reason” and apparently it didn’t matter how many reasons I needed to provide “evidence” that it happened. Like say “man I really don’t like Makoto, it was a bitch move to blame a literal victim for not helping her friend” (we’ll just ignore that Anne didn’t realize Shiho was being abused and thought Shiho was upset cause it was her placement on the team, I mean the game likes to ignore that literal fact when Makoto’s involved but yeah that’s what freaking happened so keep it in mind as to why Anne “didn’t help” cause the slander this game gives is bullshit >.>), when like: 1) the truth was out there and Anne shouldn’t have to defend herself (Kamo said he tricked her and Shiho, and he did this in front of the whole school you bet your ass everyone knows about his confession), 2) the victim was confronting Mako about the rumor and if it was true then why the hell didn’t she help them, 3) the rumor actually turning out to have truth to it so like WHAT THE HELL MAKOTO???? 4) WHERE DO YOU GET OFF MAKOTO-

*cough* Anyway, when I said I didn’t like how she blamed a victim I was told to elaborate, then when I elaborated above they said “that’s wrong provide evidence” and so I had to freaking provide “evidence” (on I site I found very inconvenient to freaking post images of)..... {Btw if you want the evidence it’s 1) Kamo confession scene, 2) Makoto kicking us off the roof (showcases she knows of Anne’s rumors, reeeeeegardless she should still know Kamo’s confessions, just think of this as a bonus scene), 3) Anne confronting Makoto, 4) Makoto (*cough*gaslightingly*cough*) “apologizing” after screwing us over with Kane. >3>}

*inhales* and because of that.............if I freaking state an opinion I now have the need to make sure I have all my facts straight (aka “I don’t like the thing because this happened and it either doesn’t make sense/sends a message/is contradictory/wft did I just witness, what have you that’s probably it) to justify/back up my feelings. Esp if it involves missable dialogue (cause while it’s there and I want to give credit for it, I also want to point out that if it’s key info and it’s missable then the freaking devs failed the player). 

Basically if I’m gonna state something I don’t want it to be me spreading misinformation about a char. Plus I’m sure Goro fans would prefer a detailed explanation than “I don’t like them cause it’s Goro” or “Ren belongs with *insert character* instead! >:(” Regardless if they’ll read it or not..... Anyway, I respect them, I think they respect me (that or they don’t notice me, either way y’all haven’t irrationally jumped down my throat like some Mako fans from the past have 8U and you sincerely answer my questions when I ask them....even if sometimes I never follow up kaslfjdajf orz). Plus I know they love Goro meta, and if I get around to making the post, it is gonna be kinda of a meta reading and deconstructing of the text. Not in favor of Goro (well really just ranting about Atlus’ writing of P5 for the millionth time, not really trashing Goro just me looking at Atlus while pointing at Goro being like “the hell kind of decision is this????”), but hey more meta regardless~! Don’t they’ll read it (don’t blame them) but it’ll be there.....if they want.

Tldr; Makoto fans scarred me early on and now I have a compulsive need to provide scenes to back up my preference/reasonings because that’s a thing now. XV orz

[atopearth]

Tales of Crestoria Part 1 - Transgressors and Vision Orbs (Ch 1-2)

I haven't played a Tales game in soo long! I'm super hyped for this though, because seeing Luke and others in one game is so nice! Anyway, since it's a gacha mobile game, my bro and I legit rerolled for like a day to get 4 SSRs lmao. I also helped reroll for my other bro so that took agess loll. I ended up getting Kanata, Luke, Lloyd and Leon! Pretty okay hahaa. Time for the story! Honestly, when the villagers were accusing Nash for being the guy who pushed the old lady that ended up dying, I thought Nash was some troublemaker adult, but no, he's a kid loll! Like, uhh, just because he causes trouble every now and then doesn't mean he would do such a thing to an old lady, like what evidence do these crazy villagers have??? Lmao at Misella pretending to be weak so that Kanata will protect her. Aww, it's so cool how Milla and Velvet help you out! That's fun! I guess the game kinda integrates the other Tales game characters into the story minus the idea that they come from another world and instead kinda put them inside the story itself as if they all belong in this world? The idea of the enforcers is such a scary concept. The fact that all you need is lots of people to condemn someone and you could be "punished" to death is pretty nuts. Not to mention that most of these people that condemn others just see one-sided “evidence” through vision orbs (recordings) and then when enough people think you’re evil, enforcers will come and kill you? Like, what if they're innocent or something? No wonder why people call this Tales of Cancel Culture hahahha.

Awww, the CG of Kanata and Misella around flowers was so pretty! Loved it! Well, I knew Kanata's father was dodgy, but I actually find it funny he thinks that Kanata should understand and follow as his successor of human slave and organ trading lol. Like, um, do you never see your son? He's like the personification of naivety and justice, yeah right he would succeed your human trafficking business. It's not like he just sells them either, he sells all these orphan children's body parts and organs! Ridiculous that he thinks Kanata would be like sure, of course, please continue. I'm more surprised that Kanata rashly decided to kill his father like that though. Like, he just found out the truth and killed him! Not saying he didn't deserve it, but considering he admired his father for his whole life, I'm surprised he held no thoughts and feelings towards wanting him to be condemned instead of killing him like that. I guess he felt that he needed to in order to save Misella? Still rash though. Omg, Misella is even more rash and crazy, didn't think she'd burn down the whole shelter just to save Kanata who was being imprisoned by the conspirators of his dad who didn't want him going around telling people. Like, yes, she brought most people out but what if she missed someone or they got injured?? Anyway, the enforcers were surprisingly weak, now I guess if Cress (Kanata's teacher) kills someone, he could probably run too lol. Not gonna lie, all those anime scenes are so cool!! Wow, this game is pretty high quality! Loved it when Kanata got his blood sin (his sword that kinda represents his sin). Vicious is cool though, I love how whatever his attitude is, nice for him to have Kanata as a fellow transgressor friend. Anyway, um, I forgot to say that I'm surprised Misella just ditched Kanata when he told her to run away without him. Like, after all the she can't live without him blah blah and stuff, she just leaves him?? I guess at least she realised and changed her mind to look for him, but she hasn't found him yet so lolll.

It's kinda funny how Vicious is like Kanata's bandit teacher haha. Aegis and Leon seem pretty cool, I can understand them for wanting to catch Vicious and Kanata and how they would prioritise the innocent over capturing them. Anyway, wow, Nash is such a little shit. Honestly an ungrateful kid. I know he's grieving because his little sister died in the fire that everyone thinks Kanata lit when it was actually Misella (so I guess she's a murderer now too huh?), but it's honestly crazy bitter and petty for him to not tell anyone that Kanata killing his father was actually "understandable" because of the monster he was for selling kids and their organs. And like wth man, so Cody (Kanata's father) selling his orphanage friends isn't as bad as Kanata supposedly "killing" his sister? Seriously? Were they even your friends, Nash? You do realise that most if not all your friends that were sold probably died right? It's ridiculous that he wants everyone (enforcers and knights etc) to condemn and kill Kanata now when he never even tried to do that for his monster of a father even though he knew about his wrongdoings all this time. Ridiculous man. And like seriously, he just assumed like all the other villagers that Kanata lit the fire to cover up his murder, he didn't even ask him or anything. He just assumed it and accused him. It's like seriously kid, Kanata defended you in the beginning and believed in you, yet what do you do to repay him? Not even listen to his side of the story when he did that for you! Kids these days!

Wow, like I doubt Vicious could die so easily, but Misella is crazy, she just stabbed him through the heart to "save" Kanata from following down his evil path? Umm, I'm pretty sure you're not any better, Misella. Is there anyone around Kanata that isn't toxic?? Not that Kanata is any better since he's overly righteous in a silly way, but at least he's not crazy? Lol. Vicious is bad, but he never said he was a good person at least. Um, why does Misella think that by saying she manipulated Kanata into killing his father, it would make him not a criminal anymore? I think the fact he listened to some girl and killed his own father is even worse lol. And seriously, Kanata is a transgressor already, I doubt it's something you can revert, especially since he went against enforcers and even got the Stain of Guilt and the blood sin. There's honestly no point of her becoming a transgressor as well. And seriously, these villagers!! Do they believe anything and everything that people say? Use your own judgement seriously! Anyway, I honestly think that it's ironic how Misella wants to protect Kanata but causes so much trouble for him instead, sigh. Well, yep, Nash is pretty nuts to relish the fact that Misella is getting burned to death. Is there anyone in this game that isn't crazy?😔 I guess everything was for Misella to get a blood sin too~ Anyway, I guess now the true adventure begins? I love the ending scene to the first chapter, it really feels like the journey is just starting~

I think it's pretty nice how they addressed the idea of Kanata and them being happy whilst carrying the sins of killing people through Misella thinking that she needed to punish herself eating grass and stuff instead of the meat she likes because she "deserves" that. Obviously they shouldn't be complacent and think it's fine to kill people, but I agree with Vicious, they've already chosen to continue to live despite how painful it may be and despite how much others want them to die, so there isn't any harm in them living "normally" because that's the path they've chosen to follow now. Lmao at Misella being traumatised by Kanata's food though haha. Vicious is so funny and cool, such a silly but fun guy. Reid is a great guy, I love how he thinks that one's own impressions are worth more than what other people think. I think it's important to make your own judgement about what kind of person someone is rather than relying on stuff like rumours and stuff, although it's understandable if you do follow others, since really, they are criminals. Btw, an extra plus is that Reid is voiced by Ishida Akira!! Yes, I love Athrun Zala (Gundam Seed) and Kent (Amnesia:Memories) to name a few hahaha. HAHAHA, I love how Vicious just trashed Misella's hopes that she was special to Kanata when she asked him if he would risk his life like Veigue to get a bloodstone to save her if she was ill like Veigue's friend, and he says of course, and then Vicious asks Kanata the same thing and he says he'll save him too loll. Misella using Vicious as a scapegoat to take all the blame for injuring a kid was lol, but seriously, these adults are so childish and reliant on the vision crystals to solve all their problems. It's like wow, Veigue looks like a mean and bad person so yep it must have been him is just ridiculous, I'm so glad Reid isn't insane like them. At this point, I’m just glad there are sensible people in this story like Reid and Veigue lol.

Overall, my impression for now is pretty positive. The story isn’t great, but I do enjoy the dubiousness of everything including the main characters. The animated scenes are awesome though and the design and everything is so pretty! Aside from the bugs that are rampant (random crashing etc) throughout the game, I’ve still been quite obsessed with it that I’m playing everyday hahaha. Now if only the gleamstone draws could guarantee an SSR instead of an SR lolll. Not that I’m complaining too much I guess since I got all the summer SSRs (because Veigue and Yuri were hot, so I needed them LOL) . The game can get rather grindy though with the different materials you need and how low the drop rates can be, but it’s not too bad to get to level 80 for your characters at least. Just wanted to say, I’m happy to finally have 3-4 level 100s yay! It’s nice to see a turn-based Tales game that still relies on combos to do the best damage haha. Otherwise, if you’re wanting to try this game, this is probably a great time to do it since you get an extra 2500 gleamstones with the 1 million downloads reward right now, so you now have 4 chances to draw SSRs! (One guaranteed SSR draw, one normal gleamstones draw, the SR+ tickets draw and the normal summon tickets draw) Just keep in mind that gacha is gacha and sometimes RNG is just not on your side. For example, my bro used 15k gleamstones and got 0 SSRs, so yes, the game can get painful and depressing, but I’m here for the story so at least I’m all good haha!

[stars-and-rose]

emily’s notes on dealing with INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS

so it took me an hour and a half to fulling watch the video because I ended up taking seven and a half pages of notes??? i might make a separate post analyzing the characters/the plot in Dealing With Intrusive Thoughts, but we’ll see. with that out of the way, please note that these notes are in chronological order. spoilers under the keep reading

 seven warnings. seven freaking warnings. shit has hit the fan

why is Thomas ME in the mornings

wait no THOMAS BABY AHHHHHH

Virgil and Patton’s expressions when they first come in, oh god, Virgil looks absolutely done and Patton’s playing the ‘nothing is ever wrong’ game again 

ROMAN. THERE IS SOMETHING OFF WITH MY SON AND I’M NOT EVEN TWO MINUTES IN

Patton singing to himself is pretty cute not gonna lie

“secrets secrets are no fun, share with me or else we’re done.”-Roman is me yet again

also “i have yet to receive my invite to the pity party” Ro i can’t-

okay so it seems Virgil Patton and Thomas all know something and they don’t want Roman to know

not gonna lie, watching these three play cover-up is pretty damn funny and Ro is on to them

I AM ONLY 2 MINUTES AND 28 SECONDS INTO THIS AND I WANNA C R Y

Roman calling in Logan for back up? WHOOOOOOO we stan

AHHHH SOMETHING IS VERY W RON G

Logan gets one FALSEHOOD a day?

honestly can't tell if they’re trying to protect Roman or they don’t trust him rn and ahhh that hurts

I’M VERY CONFUSED

i feel like i’m witnessing the logince vs moxiety war

so everyone but Roman knows and everyone but Logan is desperate to keep it that way

???????

 NO ONE IS OKAY

they’re all coming for Ro’s role as the Extra side, huh? we’re hitting some extremes

“you all are acting fishy.” “so what, i’m acting fishy, sush- sue me.” “don’t pretend that wasn’t on purpose.” Roman and Virgil at their finest

why isn’t Roman allowed to know about Thomas’s intrusive thoughts???

“i’m going to prohibit your breathing if you keep this up.” Virgil NO

Virgil Patton what are you doing 

Roman is not going to fall for that distraction

wait no he did

i think everyone is a wee bit high

“have you ever imagined killing your brother”-HOLY SHIT SHIT IS HITTING THE FAN

OH MY GOD THE HANDS BEHIND RO AT 5:58 I JUST SCREAMED

THERE IS A CREEPY RAT MAN BEHIND THE TV

Patton covering his mouth and whispering out evil, and Virgil dropping into his tempest tongue when they see creepy rat man AAHHHHHHHHH

OH MY GOD HE HIT ROMAN HE HIT ROMAN WITH A MORNINGSTAR OH MY IS HE DEAD

“it’s the Duke.” thank you, Logan, BUT WHAT THE EVERLIVING FUCK DOES THAT MEAN

The Duke is so freaking scary i can not-

state farm ad: everything in life is alright with state farm!

me, in hysterics only eight minutes in: nOtHiNg Is AlRiGhT

the Duke’s costume though... the clear elements from Roman but the inverted colors and the Duke feels gaudier

the Duke’s song is so creepy i can’t oh my god he'd been on screen for five minutes and he’s terrifying. The imagery, how dark everything is, how easily he moves around the other sides i’m chilled to the bone

did Roman call the duke bro??? um what???

also isn’t roman unconscious

I WANT MY ROMAN BACKKKKKKK

oh god what happened between Deceit and the Duke

the Duke is fucking terrifying. have i said that yet

i don’t wanna see the dark sides anymore! i’m good

that song is going to haunt me FOREVER

so the Duke is dark fantasies and corrupted creativity definitely Ro’s dark side

i no like

maybe the Duke was able to pop in because Roman’s been hurting recently????

HE JUST PULLED OFF HIS EARS OH GOD

Logan is the only one keeping himself together, i hope he can rationalize the Duke but i fear not

“you’re not creativity!”

“yeah! that’s the brave, handsome (Patton your gay is showing) unbeatable Roman!

*camera cuts to Ro still unconscious muttering about mashed potatoes*

Virgil looked so cute when he blew his bangs out of the way!

back to the angst

‘you’re scary’

*camera cuts to hurt/unimpressed Virgil*

ALSO THE DUKE IS NOT SCARY HE’S TERRIFYING 

everyone is pointing fingers ahahhahah

how quickly Patton believed Logan was actually Deceit OOF when the only evidence for this was based on the fact Logan didn’t agree with Patton/Virgil’s method of dealing with the Duke

Lo: *trying to logic through the situation*

Vee and Pat: please shut your mouth

Logan:*talks about how nothing is black and white*

Thomas: *points out the difference between Roman in white and the Duke in black*

which is an amazing visual for character!Thomas’s black and white thinking

and it’s also an amazing detail to contrast Roman and the Duke. i thought the contrast between Patton and Deceit's suits was cool in SvS, but this is another level

Roman is still unconscious on the floor. the Duke is standing over him. alright, trash rat bastard.

wow i can’t believe my favorite side has a twin brother that’s an actual rodent

holy shit Thomas is such an amazing actor i genuinely cannot handle it, applause applause applause

“Wow, I hate him.” YEAH ME TOO THOMAS

the entire side conversation between Logan and Patton regarding the cradle in the treetop is gold 

have i mentioned that the duke is disturbing yet? there is an EYEBALL on his shoulder

“...........maybe?” oh Patton bb you are trying but you’re not there yet

wow what happened between the Duke and Virgil, because the Duke really don’t like him

ROMAN YOU CAN G E T U P NOW

okay Virgil, that’s fine, break my heart

we’re still stuck on this “is Thomas a good person thing?”

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO LOGAN YOU GO SMART BABE

the flashback is just as creepy every time it plays gOD

well Vee got in an uncensored curse

Patton is shook

Virgil legit looks at him like,”you’re really hung up on THAT right now?”

“I’m about to smash the hulk!” what is happening.

“One of you is enough!” yes and I’d prefer Deceit right now!!

Deceit is a shit but he’s a shit with a cause

the Duke is just a rat

Patton is really playing the ignore all our problems card,huh

that didn’t work his arc why is he trying it again???

“this isn’t about me wanting to be listened too” SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU’RE TOO BLAME @ logan

Logan almost calling Virgil paranoid HURT

that brings me back to the whole “paranoviligant” scene from the Hogwarts video. both Ro and Lo have prevented themselves from calling Virgil paranoid, even though I feel like meaner things have been said. the word paranoid is significant then. 

also logan quickly fixing his mistake there damn i love him

Thomas pleading with Virgil and Patton hurt me so much AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

“well that can’t be where the bar is” WHAT A PARALLEL

Logan’s speech on religious really hit me. 

i’m Catholic, but I’m also Pansexual.

watching an openly gay man talk about Religion freely made me feel really happy and accepted and i might have cried

also it was such a good way from Logan to make his point

the Duke really threw Patton and Virgil through a loop, huh

LOGAN IS THE BREADWINNER LISTEN TO HIM G O 

okay, theory time: the Duke gets more powerful the weaker Roman gets and vice versa. so to keep the Duke away, Ro needs to get himself in a better place to figuratively defeat the Duke. but how can he get to that better place when it seems everyone is against him?

“i said figuratively. and that is why i say it. THAT *clap* IS *clap* WHY *clap* I *clap* SAY *clap* IT *clap* Lo really went off there, you go you funky little nerd

also Logan claps to emphasize his points a lot and it’s cute

“despite his best efforts, Virgil's could never stop being the bad guy~!” OUCH

you can see the vivid hurt on Virgil’s face when Logan says that it’s his faiult, it looks like he was slapped

and Logan quickly adding “oh and uh Patton.” 

“rEcOrD sCrAtCh?” shut up stinky trash man

and Virgil’s shock that he isn’t the only problem, that isn’t not completely his fault?

and logan’s shock in realizing he isn’t the problem??

not like i needed a heart or anything

wow the Duke finally realized that Logan is going to smite him only took 25 minutes

he really just went off on Logan and Lo’s not even fazed

did the Duke just-

yeah he vored the deodorant

i can’t take this anymore

THE DUKE’S NAME

first of all, he just gave it anyway like it was nothing. the others gave thier names at key moments for them, and the Duke is like, yeah I’m Remus

also I SAW the little look he gave Virgil he’s not fooling me

wait is that why he gave his name so early? to spite Virgil? because Virgil hid his name for so long and such?

that’s it I’m voring the stinky trash bastard 

second, the significance of the name itself. i’m assuming Remus is named after the Remus in Roman mythology. You know, the twins Romulus (hint hint RO nudge nudge) and Remus, the founders of Rome, but in the end Romulus killed Remus and became the city’s namesake

based on the connection of the names, and hoping that Roman is the Romulus of this story, Ro will be able to ‘defeat’ Remus one day

DID LOGAN JUST BARE HIS TEETH AT REMUS

he did OH MY GOD

Roman, still unconscious on the floor, telling Remus to shut up and defending Lo? we stan (one) creativity twin 

well Remus just shuriikened Logan in the forehead

Logan simply falling for a brief moment then fixing the wound? he’s really a badass huh

Logan just summed up this entire shebang by saying,”if things one and two stop fearing the psycho asshole he’ll have no power.” alright Lo you go

LOGAN ALL THE WINS

Remus is really fucking dramatic huh, really seeing how he can be Roman’s twisted twin

really, Ro is chaotic good and Remus is straight up chaotic evil

“is he gone” you can’t be falling for that they’re ten minutes left on the episode

they fell for it

Virgil’s brutal honesty in listening off Thomas’s problems oof

“what if you sniffed your dogs butt?” Remus is getting a bit milder the more Logan talks him down, Lo is truly a king

“just shut up” WHOOOOO THOMAS

Patton and Virgil listening to Lo? GIVE ME AN AMEN

now we just need Ro to jump on the listening-to-Lo-express

 AND LOGAN SAYING “IT’S OKAY” AND COMFORTING THE OTHER THREE  AND BEING GENTLE WHOOOOOOO NO MORE OF THAT EMOTIONLESS BULLSHIT LOGAN WE KNOW YOU CARE ABOUT THEM

Logan’s speech on therapy? FANTASTIC, GIVE HIM AN AWARD

Patton admitting and realizing his over controlling methods and flaws??? we stan character development

VIRGIL JUST CALLED REMUS A COMMON COLD I CAN’T

but really, Virgil telling Remus off and calling him a pest not worth his time?? a king

“it was just like old times!” the look Patton and Logan share, they definitely are aware of Virgil’s past with the dark sides/ possibly being one and they are done with Vee being harassed

STINKY TRASH BASTARD IS GONE

ROMAN IS NOT DEAD

but his line, “I can see now why everyone was reluctant to tell me what was going on.” confused me

why didn’t the other warn Roman that Remus could be coming? it’s not like Roman didn’t know Remus existed (they are literally twins) and the other knew Remus existed so I'm not sure what all the secrecy was about. if the sides warned Ro, he could have been prepared, and you know, not unconscious for most of the video.

EVERYONE IS SO CONCERNED FOR RO AHHHHH

literally i might have screamed

i definitely did

when Roman used the same insult/nickname as Remus to Logan, how distraught he looked oh god

maybe that’s why Roman’s so much of a perfectionist,,, he’s so desperate to not be like Remus, Roman forces himself to be the exact opposite and it’s causing him pain

the little smiles everyone gives Lo at the end??? AHHHHHHHH

Thomas thanking logan and calling him Cool, and Logan just sinking out in response?????

SOFT SOFT SOFT

the entire like thirty seconds Roman and Remus share the screen, RO looks so uncomfortable 

there has to be something else that happened between them,not just they being exact opposites... not sure on what

it also seems like Logan is getting better but Roman is falling down the rabbit hole and getting even worse

the funhouse mirror metaphor HURT

Roman is really coming for Patton’s nothing-is-ever-wrong game huh?

also just noting the parallels between Roman and Remus, the hand gestures, even how they both sink out with the same BYEEEEEEEE!

Virgil babey don’t blame yourself-

holy shit Virgil just dropped the mic

really that scene broke my heart

it wasn’t the reveal itself, but damn the delivery

Virgil looks on the verge of tears,puts himself out there and telling Thomas that he was a dark side and being met by silence???

my HEART

Thomas is such an incredible actor i cannot-

side note, how did Thomas not know? i believe the other sides know (someone please ask me about this so i can rant) and Vee was never exactly sutble about it and Deceit and Remus both taunted him about the past??

is character!Thomas just that dense??

so it seems like Logan is doing better, Patton is decent for the moment, but Virgil and Roman are both struggling right now

it feels like Roman’s arc is very drawn out, so i feel like things are getting worse before they get better

as for Virgil, i REALLY want the next video to be about how the past doesn’t define you and end with the other comforting Vee.

dear G O D why is Remus eating deodorant??

also, i really want to know what is actually the deodorant

or is Thomas actually eating deodorant

SOMEONE PLEASE CALL POISON CONTROL-

[alyssaiswriting]

Tell Me Why

This is Part Two of Keep It To Myself 

Summary: High School au

You want to why Zabdiel continues talking to his ex

Word Count: 2281

When Monday rolls around you're left to face the consequences you get for making out with your friend Saturday night.

Chris and Erick are laughing as Richard describes every detail of the kiss, Joel sits beside you listening but not really caring enough to laugh.

"And I gotta admit y/n you're a good kisser" Richard smirks, you grab a grape off your lunch tray and throw it at him, Richard laughs as he catches it and pops it into his mouth with a wink.

"I'm sorry you didn't get your turn man" Richard claps his hand on Zabdiel's back.

Zabdiel who sits across from you is just looking at Richard with an emotionless expression.

"That's such a gross thing to say Richard" Joel shakes his head.

"Okay okay, I'm sorry," Richard tells you raising his hands in defense.

Chris reaches across the table to grab your half a burger that you're not eating anymore. You don't even acknowledge it, Chris is always eating whatever you leave.

The bell soon rings and the whole cafeteria stands to throw away their trash.

As you're walking to the trash cans you feel someone walk up behind you "how do you think he'll react if I told him how much we actually do" Zabdiel whispers in your ear. You look over at him as he smirks "and how much you love my tongue" teasing evident in his tone and then his voice deepens "and when I suck on your-" you roughly push him away and he laughs loudly.

You're cheeks burn red as you look at Zabdiel who sends you a wink before walking ahead to throw his tray. Flashbacks of the night in his car replay in your mind and it doesn't help to ease the reddening of your cheeks.

You're not usually a blunt person but the mix of jealousy and alcohol really made you bold that night.

 "Whoa, why is your face so red?" Joel asks walking up beside you.  

Later that day you're walking out of your last class with Joel, he's talking about this girl he has a crush on.

"Just ask her out" you shrug as you adjust your backpack so it's easier to carry.

You both walk out of the front doors of the school "I want to but, no" Joel shakes his head "Jo you need to step out of your comfort zone at least once" you sigh.

"No that's how people get hurt!" he defends himself making you roll your eyes.

You scan over the parking lot before your eyes land on a certain tall blonde dyed head.

He's talking with Fiona at a bench. He's facing away from you so you can't see his face but you can see hers as she laughs.

"Did you ask what they were talking about at the party?" Joel asks.

You shake your head. "You spent all day Sunday together and you didn't ask what he was doing talking to his ex-girlfriend?" Joel exclaims.

"He didn't go home with her and that's all that matters" you snap. "Plus we're not even dating" you turn away from the two and start walking to Joel's car since he's your ride home.

"Ok but we went over this" Joel follows after you "if he's still having sex with her and you too, that's really gross so you need to talk to him," Joel says.

You don't say anything, instead sliding into his passenger seat. You're silent the whole ride home and Joel allows you to be, he can practically see your wheels turning and he knows you're just trying to figure out your next move.

When he arrives at your house you bid your goodbyes and walk straight to your room after entering your house.

You end up taking a nap and waking up a couple hours later to your phone ringing. You answer without checking the Caller ID.

"Hello" your voice is slightly deeper due to just being awoken from your slumber.

"Hey can I come over?" you immediately recognize Zabdiel's voice.

"Not tonight," you say.

"Why? We're just gonna hang out, nothing else" he says.

"I'm not in the mood Zabdiel" you sigh.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asks "is that why Joel has been really passive aggressive towards me in the group chat?"

You sit up in your bed "I just need to figure some things out"

"Wha- about us?" he questions.

"See you tomorrow Zabdiel" you hang up the phone before he can say another word.

You toss your phone aside and get started on some homework, but not even 30 minutes later there's a tap at your window.

You window is facing your backyard which is fenced in so you're hesitant when pulling open your curtains.

You open it just a crack but let out a scoff when you see Zabdiel standing on the other side.

Opening your window you glare at him "what are you doing here? And how did you even get back here?"

"Jumped the fence" he gently pushes you aside so he can climb into your room.

"And we need to talk," he says.

"Zabdiel, I need to do homework" you run a hand through your hair.

Zabdiel ignores you, walking to your bed and sitting down facing you.

"What's bothering you cariño?" he questions.

You debate on actually telling him or just dropping it because you two aren't dating and you have no reason to be getting jealous, but you also want to know what's going on between Zabdiel and his ex.

"I saw you talking to Fiona at the party and then again today after school if we're going to be doing this" you gesture towards him and yourself "then we can't be having sex with other people also," you say.

Zabdiel's eyebrows scrunch together and for a second you think he's gonna flip out so you say "and if you're planning to get back with her then just let me know so we can stop this immediately, I'm not about to be somebody's side hoe"

Zabdiel squints "y/n" he stands to his feet " it's not like that"

"Then how is it like?" you question.

"I-" he stops himself before looking at you with a sympathetic look "I can't tell you"

You frown "Zabdiel please just leave" you go to walk past him but he grabs your arm "y/n please"

"We can't continue this if you don't tell me why you still talk to her," you say a little too loud.

"It's not my secret to tell!" he says back just as loud as you.

"Y/n" your doorknob starts jiggling but luckily you always lock your door. You start pushing Zabdiel towards the window "get out, get out before they catch you"

"Y/n" your mom shouts on the other side.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Zabdiel says as he starts climbing out the window.

"Yeah ok leave" you shove him making him fall to the ground with a thud on the other side.

"Are you okay?" you say sticking your head out of the window to look at him on the ground.

He gives you a thumbs up and you nod before quickly shutting the window and closing the curtains before running to unlock your door.

Friday

You managed to successfully avoid speaking to Zabdiel, every time he tries to get you alone you quickly run and look for Joel or when he messages you, you either don't reply or give him one-word replies. You've also been sleeping at your cousin's house all to avoid anymore surprise visits.

Today you drove to school so when dropping off Joel after school he asked for you to stay for a while.

You guys end up taking a nap and not waking up till 7 pm so you just stay a while longer till about 11, cause you're supposed to pick up your mom from her job at a motel at 12 am.

You park in the parking lot and send a text to your mom that you're there before dropping your phone in the cup holder and scanning the parking lot.

As you look over to the car beside you, your eyes widen at Fiona in the driver side of the parked car beside you.

She's biting her lip as she keeps her eyes on the motel rooms section. You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion turning your head to look to the rooms before looking back at her.

You watch as she sinks slightly in her seat. You look back in the direction of her line of sight.

A man and a woman walk out of a room laughing with each other before the man pulls the woman into a long passionate kiss.

They pull apart and it's only when the man turns around that you recognize him from all the school events he's attended.

It's Fiona's dad and you know that's not her mother.

You watch dumbfounded as her dad waves to the woman and walks over to his car across the parking lot.

He pulls out of the parking lot and drives off and that's when you turn your head to see Fiona still staring after where his vehicle disappeared.

Maybe it's that she felt your gaze but she turns to your direction to see you already staring back at her.

Your eyes widen and you quickly look away and sink down in your seat. Your mom knocks on your window and you jump in your seat.

Placing a hand over your heart you unlock the door for her.

"What were you staring at?" your mom asks.

You look back over to see Fiona still staring back at you.

You shake your head. "Nothing"

Saturday morning you have the house to yourself so you watch tv as loudly as you want and eat everything in sight.

That is until your doorbell rings and interrupts your favorite Netflix show.

With a groan, you stand from your bed and walk very sluggishly to the front door.

When you pull the door open your met with Zabdiel in a black beanie, a distressed white shirt, and black skinny jeans. You immediately straighten up already having an idea as to why he doesn't look his usual cheerful self.

"Fiona called me last night," he says.

You curl your lips into your mouth and gesture for him to come inside.

"If she sent you over here to make sure I don't tell anyone, you know I'm not like that" you turn to him after shutting the door.

"You can't tell Joel either," he says making you pout. Even if you promise you won't tell anyone you always tell Joel he's your best friend and all your secrets are his.

"But that's not the only thing, she told me I could tell you everything" you nod and lead the way back to your room.

Zabdiel takes a seat on the bed as you pick up the bowl of popcorn and a bag of hot Cheetos setting them on your nightstand to take to the kitchen later.

"Fiona and I have known each other a long time, you know that," Zabdiel says making you nod.

"Our parents are friends and for as long as I remember Fiona and I have told each other everything, she was my first and only best friend for a long time." you nod wanting him to continue.

"her dad has always been unfaithful, that's not a shocker. but her parents started going to counseling. I mean why go to counseling if you're not gonna try?" Zabdiel's eyebrows scrunch together. "but that's not the only reason I still talk to her. Fiona has anxiety and depression and for so long I've been the one to be there for her. I know how to help her out of an anxiety attack, I know who to call when I feel like her depression is getting too much. and I can't stop talking to her just because we broke up. I can't leave her alone"

You nod in understanding "you didn't have to tell me all that" you look down feeling guilty because you basically forced it out of him by not talking to him.

"no, it's okay, she let me tell you because she knows how much I like you" your looking at your lap when he says this. you scrunch your eyebrows not wanting to look up at him in case he takes it back.

"what?" you say lowly.

"what?" Zabdiel asks unsure of what you're questioning.

you finally look up at him you're heart pounding almost painfully against your chest as you force yourself to ask "did you just say you like me?"

Zabdiel frowns "why are you looking at me like that?"

"like how?" you ask

"like you're so surprised? you can't seriously be shocked by this?"

"I didn't think you genuinely liked me, I thought you just liked to fuck" you say

"I-" he cuts himself off shaking his head "I've liked you for so long and I never said anything cause I thought you only wanted sex"

your mouth drops as you stare at the boy before you, "I've been a jealous bitch all week and you seriously didn't think 'hmm maybe she likes me'??"

"I mean maybe I just didn't want to get my hopes up" he shrugs and your heart swells at the insecurity and all you want to do is hug and kiss his cute face.

so with a laugh, you pull him to you in a hug "stupid"

You both pull back to look at each other. Your eyes fall to his lip as you smile, he mimics the gesture before you both lean forward counting in a passionate kiss.

AN 

I was pushed to write this for a week

also if you’ve read the 2nd book of the To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before books then you know exactly what part I took from there lol

[donttellpeterparker]

You’re A Loser Part 5

Summary: Peter had no idea you existed… till now. Who knew that just with one little text to the wrong number your whole world was about to change.

Requested: No

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

You’re A Loser

You had decided to wait a few hours before giving Peter a call back. You weren't even really sure if you were going to or not, he's the one that usually calls you. Hoping onto your bed with a soft smile, you unlocked your phone and hovered your finger over his contact, pressing the call button nervously.

''Uh hey!'' He seemed genuinely surprised you called which put you off a little bit.

''Sorry, is this a bad time?'' You asked, hoping it really wasn't.

''Uh no, no it isn- crash'' You stiffled a laugh as you heard him curse to himself over the phone shortly afterwards.

''Is your room really messy?'' You asked with a smirk even though he couldn't see.

''Kinda'' You laughed.

''But hey, I'm glad you called...'' He trailed off, the sounds of stuff clattering together before silence.

''I wanted to ask you something...'' You began to grow slightly nervous at where this was going.

''And it's totally okay if you say no, well, actually it probably wouldn't be okay...'' Peter began to ramble, something you found out he does often when he's nervous which was evidently cute.

''You know, to be honest, I think I'll die if you say no. Uhh... would you want to go on a date with me? Like, a real date?'' He paused, you weren't sure if he was waiting for an answer or he was going to continue. Your stomach flipped with joy and excitement but your smile instantly faded, your heart twinging in sadness and guilt.

''I have a... family thing tomorrow but I'm free after?'' You could tell he was lying bit you were too preoccupied to press it.

''Uhh...Yeah?'' You hated the way it sounded more like a question.

''Yeah?'' He asked shyly.

''Yeah, I mean yes, yes, umm I'm down... for that?'' You face palmed yourself and shook your head in embarrassment.

''I just gotta clear some stuff first'' You finished, looking over towards your turtle swimming in his tank happily.

''Uh yeah cool.. that's cool...'' He trailed off awkwardly.

''I'll get back to you'' You spoke up, not wanting there to be a awkward silence.

''Okay, yeah. Sure'' You could hear the slight disappointment in his tone and you would be lying if you said it didn't hurt a little.

''Um don't die before then, okay?'' You tried to joke, Peter laughed.

''Okay, I'll try''

''Bye..''

''Bye'' You hung up and frowned to yourself. How the hell were you going to pull this one off?

~*~*~*~*

''Please?'' You pleaded Britney next to the bathroom stall, glad the bathroom was empty this early in the morning.

''One date'' You tried to persuade her.

''Why can't you go?'' She asks, crossing her arms over her chest as she awaits your response. You open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out, just silence. You opted to shrug your shoulders instead, earning an eye roll from her.

''Look, you can't keep this going forever you know'' You sighed, you knew she was right.

''I know that I just... need more time'' You spoke quieter as someone entered the bathroom.

''How much time?'' She lowered her voice too, making sure the other girl couldn't over hear you both.

''I don't know'' You answered honestly. She sighed herself and shook her head in annoyance.

''Fine, but on one condition'' She finally caves.

''Okay''

~*~*~*~*

''I'm going on a date'' You spoke up to Zack who was by your side picking up rubbish around the park. He glances at you with a confused expression.

''A date?'' You popped another piece of trash into your plastic bag.

''So you want to put two really hot people together and you think that's going to work out for you?'' No, obviously. You picked up another piece before responding.

''Yeah, she likes Spence remember?'' Even you knew you weren't fooling yourself.

''I still gotta leave by five cause I gotta teach old people how to work computers while you con jocks and stuff'' Zack speaks up as he begins to walk to a new section of the park, you following close behind.

''It's not like that'' You tried defending yourself.

''You mean it is like that'' he responded with a lopsided smile. You smiled back then quickly averted your eyes over the park, your smile instantly fading once you saw a familiar mop of brown curls in the distance.

''What?'' Your best friends asks, following your glance.

''No way...'' Zack speaks up, eyeing Peter himself from beside you.

''That's your pretty boy?'' You were confused as to why Zack was so shocked about this revelation, he's seen Peter down the school hallways plenty of times before.

''He looks that damn good and he's a good person?'' You rolled your eyes at him and quickly ducked as soon as you thought he and the younger boy glanced over this way.

''We gotta go, let's go'' You rushed out, turning on your heel quickly.

''What? Go where? No, no, wait'' You stopped and turned around slowly.

''Why are we leaving? He don't even know what you look like'' Zack tries to reason.

''Yes but he knows my voice!'' You whispered back, Zacks eyebrows inching together in confusion.

''Why are you whispering?'' He asks in a whisper.

''I don't know!'' You angrily whispered back, spinning back around on your heel.

''Yeah, uh uh'' He grabbed you by the arm to halt your movements.

''We're going over there'' Your eyes widen.

''No we are not, are you crazy?'' You looked at your best friend as if he had just stepped out of an asylum. You quickly squatted down again once they faced this way in the distance.

''Are you kidding me?'' Zack just scoffs.

''Now are you a cat fish or a can't fish?'' You narrowed your eyes at him when you get the double meaning behind his words.

''I guess we'll find out'' He just smirked at you and began walking off, actually, jogging towards Peter and the little boy.

''Zack!'' You whisper shouted out to him but he didn't listen. You glanced around and ducked slightly, noticing a few people giving you an odd glance.

''Zack!'' You tried again, nothing.

''Hey, coming in for the interception!'' You could hear Zack call out in the distance as he misses the ball and flings his hand as if he has hurt himself.

You slowly began to walk over there, mentally cursing Zack every name under the same.

''Hey man, are you okay?'' Peter asked Zack, offering his hand out.

''Yeah I'm fine, names Zack'' He introduced himself to Peter, shaking his head politely.

''Peter'' he responded casually, preparing his arms to catch the ball from the younger boy.

''You got room for two more?'' He didn't.

''Uhh.. yeah'' Peter answered slightly awkwardly, glancing your way as Zack began to wave you over. You just fake smiled and spoke through clenched teeth.

''I am going to kill you Zack Gerald''.

''Hi'' Peter says politely as soon as he sees you, sending a small smile your way. You smile back and look down at the ground, finding your shoes to be quite interesting.

''Peter'' He finishes. You glance up and smile again, just nodding your head. He gives you a funny look before facing Zack once again.

''And you are?'' He tries. Your brain froze. You randomly began to move your hands about, pretending to be signing to him.

''Your name is shit pizza?'' With this Zack's mouth widened as he turned to face you with a sly grin. You ignored him and closed your mouth tilting your head to the side.

''Ty! Come here, come here'' Peter gestures for the younger boy to come over. He walks over and stands beside him shyly.

''You guys are not going to believe this but this is Tyler, my friend and he's deaf too'' He introduced him using sign language so that way he could see as well. Tyler smiled and nodded in response.

''Friends?'' Zack asks, becoming nosy.

''I go down to the Orphanage Wednesday to Friday and help out'' Peter replies with a small smile, turning to Tyler to sign something to him as Zack turns to face you once again, his mouth open sarcastically in shock.

''What are the odds of that?'' He says to you sarcastically, earning a scowl from you.

''It's crazy. I'm gonna make him the first four-foot quarterback'' Peter says happily, signing as he spoke so Ty could follow along.

''What are the odds'' Zack says under his breath with a smile only loud enough for you to hear this time.

''Um...'' Peter was soon cut off by Tyler beginning to sign towards the both of you. You watched the movements of his hands very closely, trying to figure out what he meant as Zack just turned to face you with a sarcastic grin.

Zack looks between you and Tyler a few times before crossing his arms over his chest.

''That was very nice''. You where going to kill him. You thought for a few moments and realised you understood none of what Tyler just did so you opted for something easy. Your hand formed a fist ad you popped it in front of you for a fist bump. Zack just chuckled underneath his breath, covering it up with a cough when Peter glanced at him.

''Usually when I introduce him to people they start talking REALLY LOUD and it's really annoying'' Peter continues the conversation with ease, casting a glance your way from time to time.

''We go through that, too'' Shut up Zack.

''This is my sister, Y/N. She's adopted, of course, but she's deaf also as we know'' Zack begins, giving you a side squeeze as you faked a smile.

''So she can't hear anything I am saying even if I say something like, 'she's a hermaphrodite''' You almost chocked on air. Peter just gave you both a wary smile as Tyler just beamed from beside him.

''Which she isn't! She's not a hermaphrodite at all. She's all lady parts'' God please kill me now. You wanted the ground to open and swallow you up whole right then and there.

''I only know that because she's been slutting it up a little bit lately'' You pinched his back causing him to squirm slightly from beside you.

''But the important thing is that's shes a very caring person'' You just nod along stupidly.

''Yeah, uhh nice to meet you Y/N'' With this Peter extended his hand forward for you to shake. Your nerves immediately came back as did the lump in your throat. You stared at his hand for what felt like ages but was probably only seconds. You slowly extended yours and placed your hand in his, enjoying the rush of tingles and warmth that soon traveled through your hand, up your arm and entire body. Peter froze too for a moment, glancing down at your hands before shaking his head, quickly retracting his hand away.

''All right, ah okay, we're gonna go'' Zack interrupts quickly, stepping in front of you as he begins to walk away from Peter and Tyler.

''So great meeting you, you too Ty'' He says again, Tyler waving goodbye to the both of you. Zack reached to grab both of your bags before grabbing your arm, pulling you along and away with him.

''Look that's not okay... what just happened'' Zack spoke up as soon as you both were out hearing distance from them.

''I don't care'' You smiled to yourself like a giddy high school girl.

''You have to tell him the truth'' Zack continued, finally letting your arm go as you made your way to the pathway.

''Because that was the dumbest shit I've ever seen'' You just cover your mouth as you begin to laugh harder.

''That was just reckless. Why would you be so reckless?'' Zack keeps talking.

~*~*~*~*

Tonight was the night. You had both anticipated and dreaded tonight and how it could go. Britney had came over to get ready at yours, though she decided to only wear casual clothing, even with your persistence for her to wear something else.

''Remember the plan okay, don't wimp out'' Britney says in a serious tone, looking at herself at your bedroom mirror as she applied the final touches of her lipsticks across her already red lips.

''Okay, fine'' You agreed, just wanting to get tonight over and done with. You had decided to drive the both of you to the movies, Britney hoping out of the car with her coat as you found a parking spot for your beaten up car.

You sighed once you exited your car and was met with the chill air of fall. You closed your door and locked your car, making your way into the movies to grab a soda. Once you lined up and successfully retrieved your drink you looked for Britney in the distance, seeing her standing on her own near the counter.

You began to walk towards her, deciding to talk to her before Peter gets here.

''Hey! Sorry I'm late'' You heard Peter's voice not to far from you address Britney with a guilty expression. Your eyes widen as you quickly hid behind the wall beside you, successfully dodging the pot plant while doing so.

That was a close one.

You took a sip of your drink as you peeked your head around the corner, just barely making out their conversation from over here.

Like the gentleman he was, He shrugged off his coat and popped it around Britney's shoulders, even though she had her coat in her arms. She smiled in thanks and glanced over her shoulder towards you, you quickly ducking away out of sight.

''You ready?'' He sounded nervous, on edge.

''Yeah'' Britney agreed. You soon watched the both of them walk up to the counter to buy snacks and drinks for the movie. Your heart was beating at a million miles per second. You couldn't go through with this. You couldn't do the plan.

You began to signal to Britney, hoping to catch her attention without Peter's. You gave up after a minute when you weren't successful. You reached for the phone in your jean jacket pocket and unlocked it, swiping to find Britney's contact.

You quickly typed her a message before popping your phone back away. You watched as Britney retrieved her phone and curtly excused herself from Peter who frowned to himself.

''Yeah... sure'' He said in confusion as Britney bounded away from him and over towards you. Peter quickly turned his head and you had managed to duck out of the way in the nick of time. With your still pounding heart, you grabbed Britney's wrist as she came towards you and headed over to the girls bathroom.

''I can't do this'' She was right, you are such a wimp. She looks over to you with a little bit of anger.

''What do you mean you can't do this?'' Yeah she was definitely angry.

''You don't have to do anything! Just switch places with me and explain everything, do it now!'' She had grabbed you by your arm this time, beginning to tug you out of the girls bathroom.

''No, I can't'' You argued, taking your arm back swiftly from her grasp. She snapped back around with a frown.

''You have to, this isn't going to work. It isn't right, I'm on your date, don't you get that? I am on YOUR date'' She raised her voice slightly gaining the attention of a few on lookers who where strolling past. You glanced around yourself before facing her once more with slightly tinted cheeks.

''I need more time'' She raised her arms then dropped them down to her sides as she huffed.

''Well time is running out!'' She shouted to you under her breath before gripping you once again, pulling you along with her as she dragged you back out to the main area. She dropped your arm and looked around in confusion once she saw there was no sign of Peter.

''Where did he go?'' You thought the same thing, not caring that you were out in public where he could see you. Your eyes searched high and low but you couldn't see his brown curls anywhere.

''Did he... ditch us?'' No he wouldn't, Peter wouldn't do that. You shook your head to Britney's question and began to walk around, still no sign of him. Britney followed behind you, looking around as well.

''Well this is a shitty first date'' She mumbles under her breath from behind you earning a groan from you.

''This cannot be happening right now''

''Well it is, Peter's a jerk. Want some advice? Let it go and find a hotter jock, there's plenty of them'' Britney says as you froze in your spot, turning your head to face her with a 'seriously?' look. She just shrugged her shoulders and walked away from you and out the main doors towards the parking lot.

You followed after her, both of you walking towards your car that was parked along the main street.

''Let's just have a girls night, rent movies and cyber-stalk hot celebrities'' Britney suggested with a smile as she hops into the passenger seat of your car earning a small laugh from you. That sounded more like her.

Your heard a car horn in the distance but paid it no attention. You opened your driver's side car door and stepped out a bit, allowing yourself room to hop in.

''Watch out!'' Your head turned to this and your eyes widened once you saw an on coming car power towards you. You could hear the screeching of breaks as your heart began to pound in your chest. You cowered away and shielded yourself with your arms, blocking out the shining lights as you became frozen in your spot.

You waited for impact but nothing happened. Instead, you slowly removed your arms from your face and saw the car came to a complete stop just an inch in front of you, the whole front covered in some kind of white string as they slowly began to tear due to the weight of the car.

''What the... hell?'' Your heart began to slow down as you stepped even closer towards the car, inspecting it for yourself. Britney's door slammed shut as she came rushing over towards you worriedly.

''Oh my god! Are you okay?'' She asks, gripping your arms as she begins to check you over for any injuries. You were dazed, looking curiously at the webbing around the car. You reached a hand out slowly and just as you were about to touch a piece, the car jolted forward causing both you and Britney to jump back with a start.

''Ahh! Can we go now... please'' You could hear Britney scream from beside you as she clung to your arm, still hearing the car motor still turning over as the lights still shone through the webbing.

''Y-y-yeah let's g-g-o'' You stuttered out, fumbling for your keys as you quickly hoped back into the car, Britney hoping into the passenger seat once again.

''Are you sure you're okay?'' She asks one last time, worry still laced through her tone.

''Just peachy'' You replied still shaken up, you popped the key into the ignition and turned it over, the car engine roaring to life.

''God you are so lucky'' Britney spoke up from beside as you slowly pulled out, making sure to drive slowly as an audience had grown to watch the scene.

''I wouldn't exactly call it luck...'' You mumbled back, turning left at the lights. Britney turned to face you and beamed, her worried expression a few seconds ago long gone.

''It was webbing! Omg! It was Spider-man!'' Britney had actually squealed.

''Spider-who?'' You questioned, the name sounding familiar to you.

''Spider-man! The guy who practically saved your life tonight! How did I not notice before?'' Now you remembered, Spider-man, the self proclaimed superhero of New York city. Sure you were impressed and grateful for what he has done for the city but that was about it, you weren't obsessed like a lot of other teenage girls where.

''Does he have some kind of P.O box where I can send a thank you letter?'' You tried to joke, your heart still slowing down inside your chest.

Britney scoffs at your joke but smiles, glancing out the window.

''Only a few have encountered him and-''

''We didn't even see the guy'' You replied. Britney rolled her eyes at you even though you couldn't see.

''Minor details, the main thing is that he was there, I wonder what he was doing there in the first place...'' Britney soon got lost in her train of thought.

''Probably swinging around like he usually does?'' Jokes helped to calm your anxiety and nerves so you often used it to diffuse the tension inside of you.

''Such a hater''

''Not a hater, just a pessimist''

''Pessi-what?'' You laughed to yourself quietly as you continued the drive home.

~*~*~*~*

Peter message you as soon as you got home from dropping Britney off. The both of you were too startled to go through with the girls night plans. She wanted to head home to sleep and forget the night and honestly, so did you but for other reasons.

Peter

I am so sorry about tonight, can we reschedule?

That was it? Not even an explanation? You were hurt and yet guilty at the same time. You had no right to feel this way, after all, you are the one who is hiding secrets from him not the other way round.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard.

To Peter

What happened?

You were going to keep it short and simple. You didn't want to seem like a bitch and didn't want him to think he can get away with what he did either so you decided to play the middle.

Peter

Something came up. Family stuff.

Family stuff, another lie. You could even tell when he was lying through text , on the phone it was easy, his voice would slightly raise with nerves and he'd have a slight stutter in his tone.

To Peter

Hope everything's okay.

You weren't in the mood to deal with it tonight so you decided to turn your phone off after sending the message, quickly hoping into bed to drift off to sleep.

#Peter's pov (Well this is a first)

My fingers drummed nervously on the screen of my phone, seeing the message created a bubble of guilt inside my stomach. I almost felt sick for lying to her. I ran a hand through my hair before getting up, walking over into the bathroom to grab the first aid kit.

Only a few bangs and bruises this time thank god, stuff to easily cover and fix up. I popped the phone on the bench beside me, a part of me hoping it would vibrate with a message from Britney.

Nothing.

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A/N: Yes, there will be Spider-man action in this series as well! I've been waiting 5 parts to let you guys know that! I didn't wanna spoil anything ahhhhh xx Let me know what you guys think so far lovelies xxxx

[barnes-parker]

You know who I am [03]

Steve and Bucky landed their quinjet and got the things they needed. It was deep cold in Siberia, they entered the Hydra facility. They rode a lift, until they heard a crash.

Bucky held out his sniper as they both exited the place. They were cautiously walking up the stairs, until they heard something. It was coming from Steve’s side so he held out his shield for protection.

“Are you ready?”

“Yeah.”

The doors were opened by none other than Tony Stark, in his suit. The helmet went off as he walked towards the two, “You seem a little defensive.”

“It’s been a long day.” Tony still continued his walk, “At ease, soldier. I’m not currently after you.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Could be your story’s not so crazy, maybe. Ross has no idea I’m here. I’d like to keep it that way. Otherwise I gotta arrest myself.”

“Well that sounds like a lot of paperwork,” Steve held down his shield. “It’s good to see you, Tony.”

“You too cap,” Then he turned to Bucky who was still aiming for Tony. “Hey, Manchurian Candidate, you’re killing me. There’s a truce here. You can drop....” Steve signaled Bucky to lower down his sniper, which he did.

The three walked ahead with Bucky already holding on to his weapon, aiming at anyone who could barge in. They didn’t know that T’Challa followed them and...

“What are you doing here?” A female voice squeaked causing T’Challa to turn around. There stands Amy. “I was gonna ask you the same question. How did you get here?”

She shrugged, “Doesn’t matter. I’m here to help.” T’Challa grunted, “Then make sure you choose the right side. C’mon.”

The other three entered a dark room, which was soon to lighten up. Each tubes contained a person, presumed dead.

“What the hell.” Bucky muttered.

They saw a guy, Zemo. Tony and Steve started to attack only to have it deflected. There was a wall in between, Zemo was unbothered. Instead he set up a footage.

There was an old fashioned television and it projected December 16, 1991. Tony knew what’s going on, “I know that street... What is this?!” He saw it all, he saw what happened to his parents, Howard and Maria Stark. And the culprit, Bucky Barnes.

Another footage was shown, October 5, 2006. He knew that car, before Tony became the famous Iron Man, he had girls from time to time. “Is that........”

Bucky killed the woman, then took the child that was in the car. Tony was fuming, he was about to spring into Bucky but Steve stopped him.

Anger was seen on his face, he was teary eyed. “Did you know?” His voice was low but resentment is evident. “I didn’t know it was him.” Steve replied.

“Don’t bullshit me, Rogers. Did you know?” His voice cracks as he repeats his question. There was a moment of silence until Steve answered yes while letting go of Tony.

It took a second for him to stare at the screen until he punched Steve, setting on his helmet. Then he started to attack Bucky. Things were getting heated already in the fight, Tony even immobilized Steve to prevent him from saving Bucky.

He proceeded to making sure Bucky wouldn’t escape, but Steve did and had the chance to talk to him. “It wasn’t him, Tony. HYDRA had control of his mind.”

But Tony wouldn’t listen, “Move!” He flew past Steve, but he was able to grip on his boot. “It wasn’t him!” He used his shield to trash his left boot but Tony was able to free himself.

He used his laser on the ceiling to block out Steve and flew to Bucky, Friday alerted him that his left boot jet is failing. As soon as he was near him, he blasted a bolt but Steve was able to rescue Bucky by using his shield to deflect it back to Tony, causing his fall.

“He’s not gonna stop,” Steve helped Bucky up. “Go.”

Tony recovered and flew up to Barnes, but Steve jumped and released a string that went around Tony’s neck, dragging him down.

Bucky was closer to getting out, but Tony had a thing in mind. He was about to blast the lid off to prevent him, Steve threw his shield, but it was shot by Tony making it fall deep down.

His system tried to aim for the perfect shot, but it was lagging. “Targeting system’s knackered, boss.”

“I’m eyeballing it.” The helmet was removed, and he squinted his left eye, aiming. He blasted a bullet that caused the lid to fall off, closing their space and falling Barnes.

The helmet was brought back on and he went up for him, Barnes used a fallen debris to hit Tony but he defended himself and attacked him back. He successfully got to seize on Barnes.

“Do you even remember them?” His voice was low but dark. “I remember all of them.” He tighten on his grip, “The kid. Is it her?! Is she the one?!”

Bucky was out of breath, “Yes.”

Tony dragged themselves down, only for Steve to dart himself into them only for them to fall down. The war buddies fell deep down as Tony immediately stood up.

Steve got up and looked at Tony, panting. “This isn’t gonna change what happened.” A scoff was returned, “I don’t care. He killed everyone.”

He attacked Steve that caused him to be thrown to the floor, as attacks were continuously getting to him, Bucky looked at the shield that was just there. He grabbed onto the shield and dashed himself to Tony only for him to be thrown back a little when Tony blasted a laser.

When Steve got up, his shield was immediately returned. Tony got up as well, as the three continued to fight that led Bucky to trashing his arc reactor, but it released a laser, destroying his metal arm.

Back on Amy, she was still with T’Challa until she heard the distant sound of clanging metal. “You go and find him, i’ll see what’s happening.” She was about to run but, “It’s too dangerous.” But she shook her head, “I can handle it. Now go and find him.”

“Am I seriously taking orders from a kid?” T’Challa complained as Amy was running already, “You can do it, king!”

She entered the room only to find that Tony and Steve were already beating each other. She froze, “Uncle Steve! Mr. Stark!”

Tony was pinned against the wall, punches were thrown to him. Amy rushes to Steve, grabbing his wrist only for her to get smacked with his shield. She screamed.

Tony was able to grab the shield, opposing him, until Steve throws him to the ground. Punches were still being thrown, setting off his helmet. Blood was gushing down his nose, some on the side of his forehead.

He covered his face as Steve was about to slam his shield, but it landed on the arc reactor, destroying it. He fell back catching his breath. There was a moment of silence until Steve stood up, carrying on his shield then helping Bucky, starting to exit.

“That shield doesn’t belong to you,” Tony spats trying to get up. “You don’t deserve it. My father made that shield.”

Steve stopped then dropped his shield. Amy looked up to her both uncles, who were now walking away. “Steve.. Bucky..”

She was just ignored. Tears were forming in her eyes as she turned to Tony. She wiped them off as she stood up and rushed to him.

“Mr. Stark,” She helped him sit up. “A-Are you okay?” Tony just stared at her, surprised. He was still catching his breath, “H-How did you get here?”

“I sneaked in your chopper. It’s already outside. C’mon..” And that, they left.

Note: So the next chapter, the plot would take place after CW. The plot would be a bit different, so i hope you guys would look forward to it. xx

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[jusdisslotus]

BIG CALLOUT: COMMANDOMAL: THE LIAR, THE STALKER, THE HARRASSER AND THE MANIPULATOR STAY AWAY FROM COMMANDOMAL (PLEASE REBLOG!)

I know this whole blog’s to just shit on Commandomal’s “evidence” on why Tord left but this is very serious and current. Please read the whole thing and look at all the evidence, Commandomal is a disgusting, slimy, and dangerous person and I suggest you block her immediately.

Note: Things that are crossed out in the conversations are Roleplays, I feel like that’s a bit too personal as well so I decided to leave it out.

I’d like to thank Moshi for sharing her PMs and willing to put her story out there.

For Commandomal: Oh, and if you even think about going after Moshi, don’t. Moshi shouldn’t have had to deal with this, and I take full blame because I made this account in the first place, so come after me, you bitch. (Decided to put this on top here because I know you won’t read the full thing because you’re never in the wrong and this is all totally bullshit, right? :))

For starters: Who is Commandomal?: Commandomal is a grown woman that participates in fandoms such as TDI (Total Drama Island), Eddsworld, and a bit of Steven Universe. She’s actually the reason why I hopped on this website, just to call her out. For those in the Eddsworld fandom, you might be familiar with her posts about Tord and how he was bullied and such (which is all completely useless, decade old information.). However, as I dug deeper into her posts, I found that she’s a manipulative and dangerous stalker who you should not associate with. She’s also very big on religion and uses “The Lord” as a shield from criticism, saying “Don’t thank me, thank the Lord for leading me to this information.” on her posts on how Tord was bullied.

How it all started: Moshimoose is a friend (former friend? idk what’s going on with the two now) of Commandomal. I made a few callouts on her but I’ve decided to delete them because I felt bad for leaving them up after what happened next. Moshi first messaged me with a “please die” and we got into a tiny argument. Over the past few days, she started to open up to me about why she does what she does and such (reasons that I will not explain as I feel they are too personal to state in public.) and she’s been, so far, civil. I’ve been trying to help her to the best of my ability as well.

However, either yesterday or today (I have awful memory, forgive me-) she told me that she’s told Commandomal about me BEFORE we made amends. Moshi told me that Commandomal thinks I’M @scriptythelonely

and first of all, bitch, I am NOT Scripty, I am a completely different person from her, I’m still in school for Christ's sake. Second of all, your bloodlust for Scripty ifs off the charts, you really like to hold grudges, don’t you? Third of all, you are so hypocritical it’s unbelievable. “She’ll turn on you like a rabid animal; it’s what she’s best at.” Now where have I seen someone turn on someone else like a rabid animal?

OH WAIT-

After me and Moshi made amends, she started to try and convince Commandomal that I wasn’t all that bad

(Very mature response from Moshi as you can see.)

However, Commandomal did not take this well.

Moshi still defends the fact that I am not Scripty, but of course, Commandomal has to ignore the facts and make it about herself. Moshi tries to get on with their RP to get her mind off of things but Commandomal still persists. Pushing Moshi to send her screenshots even though it’s clear she doesn’t want to send her any.

Not respecting Moshi’s boundaries and rules:

Moshi states continuously how she doesn’t want to share screenshots, but Commandomal REFUSES to respect her decision, acting as if she’s the only source of light that Moshi has. She even goes out of her way to message me THROUGH Moshi’s account. 

https://jusdisslotus.tumblr.com/post/179634044968/commandomal-if-you-think-you-have-anything-on-me

But Moshi did not appreciate this.

Listen here Commandomal, Moshi is NOT your SLAVE, she’s supposed to be your FRIEND. Do not speak for her, she can speak for herself.

Moshi says she’s scared but you don’t care, do you, Commandomal? Because the only thing that matters is that sweet revenge plan of yours.

Guess you don’t care if your friend is happy either, probably because she won’t do your bidding.

Moshi’s right, she SHOULDN’T be scared of you, yet she is. You’re supposed to be her friend, you should CARE about that.

Yeah, okay, no hate posts huh? Lets go back to that “PsychoWithAComputer EXPOSED!” post, shall we?

Commandomal’s trying to convince Moshi that I’m the bad guy and I’m just gonna stop you there you no good manipulator.

I A M N O T S C R I P T Y Y O U D U M B A S S.

First, How am I blackmailing her? It was more of a deal that if she did change, I’d take them down because they are no longer true or current (justlikeyourpostsonTordBUTI’MGETTINGOFFTOPIC-) I did not threaten or force her to do anything, because it was purely her choice on how she wants to handle things, either way, I did not threaten her.

What’s your fucking deal with poor people? Did you get robbed by a homeless man or something? 

Second, How do I contradict myself in my callouts? Do give examples.

Third of all YOU ARE NOT MOSHI’S ONLY SOURCE OF HOPE!

Do not give me that trash about how you two are a duo, you treat her as a lesser being. You act like you’re a hero coming in to give a speech to a commoner about how they can be a hero too, when in reality, you just want her to cling to you. With you, this won’t go away, you are a drama MAGNET because you just don’t know when to quit and you’re being a horrible influence on Moshi. Yet, after talking with Moshi, she’s much more open than you to the idea that not all of your friendships have to start off good.

Consistent pestering for any dirt on me:

As you can see here, Commandomal refuses to let up on the fact that Moshi wants nothing to do with her bloodlust for anyone that dares talk back to her. If you want revenge, do it yourself you fucking coward. Come after me, don’t pester Moshi to get info for you, you are a grown ass woman and you’re pestering this 13 year old. ACT LIKE YOUR AGE.

AND Moshi is catching on that you’re the reason she’s getting reeled back into drama. You hear that? YOU ARE THE PROBLEM.

The reason why I didn’t take down the posts at first was because I didn’t know if Moshi was just playing nice, but after this? I took them down because she’s clearly being influenced by YOU.

Keeping Moshi on a leash:

Quit telling her that you’re partners, it only pressures her to stay with you more. Unless that was your intent?

And “...you shouldn’t try to be friends with our enemies..” Are you for real? It’s like you need an echo chamber just to validate that you’re a good person. If she wants to stay out of drama, she should stay away from YOU. You are only reeling her back into it all because you hate someone. Deal with it yourself and don’t bring anyone into your personal beef, Moshi shouldn’t be a part of it because you’re not aiming to take down the posts, you are aiming to take down and attack ME.

I don’t go out and viciously attack and harass people, do I? I just state my opinion and try to not stoop to your level.

Listen here, Commando. I don’t fucking slander people, I don’t make crazy assumptions and conspiracies like you, I want to keep it as realistic as possible. Do raw screenshots tell lies? Or are they true whenever it’s convenient for you? 🤔

Commandomal’s need for power and control:

Who are these people you’re talking about? Something to make you feel more powerful? Something that’ll be there to give you some validation for your sick revenge fantasy?

Oh, I’M the one that dictates her? Let me remind you that YOU’RE the one that told her to cut contact with me because you thought I was Scripty and you had that you had personal beef with them. Is Moshi not allowed to have friends that you don’t like, oh great Commandomal? 🤔

But seriously though, what’s your deal with poor people? And don’t even get me started on how you disrespect her and her financial situation. Didn't you say you had a “volunteer job” on your DeviantArt? I bet you don’t even know what it’s like to be financially struggling. I’m not, but I know people who do and they try their damned hardest to make money, yet they can’t find a good paying and stable job. I bet your parents pay for everything and you talk shit because you feel more superior towards people who aren���t as fortunate as you, you pompous asshole. May I remind you that this is a grown woman and not some spoiled kid who doesn’t know any better?

Continuing on. this continues from the screenshot before the previous one.

All you do is bark at me. Actually, no you don’t, you’re too much of a coward to, instead you pester Moshi to get some dirt on me because you’re too much of a fucking pussy to come at me and talk to me yourself.

Haha wow, you’re actually dangerous. You are trying to influence Moshi to think the same things you do and if you really want to do something illegal to me or Scripty because you’re too egotistical to realize that you’re your own downfall, you need to be locked up, honestly.

Yeah, sure, lets just scroll back up to the part you told her to cut ties with me even though she said I was cool and she thought I was nice. Because she’s not allowed to make friends with people you don’t like, right? And how’d I try to push her to suicide?

Why are you trying to influence her to cause harm? Is that all you want? All you want is fucking revenge, don’t you? You don’t want to stop Moshi or you from getting hurt, you just want to destroy people because you had beef with them. At least Moshi’s mature enough to not want to harm me in any way.

The breaking point:

Eventually after all the pestering, Moshi got tired and gave her email and password to Commandomal because Commandomal can’t respect her decision to not show screenshots.

After that, Moshi told me about what happened to her and let me see what her and Commandomal have been talking about.

And that’s why you should stay away from Commandomal

In Conclusion:

Commandomal is:

A Manipulator: She will try to make you feel more important just to get you on her side. She will try to make you think you’re fighting “for the little guy” when in reality you’re fighting her battles for her. She wants to make you a part of her army to take down anyone that dares stand up to her.

A Harasser: She will pester you nonstop until she gets what she wants. She will target you, if you’re the enemy, she’ll aim to take you down, even if that means she has to break your trust.

A Liar: She will make crazy assumptions about your motives to make you look worse. She will blow things out of proportion to make it seem bigger than what it is.

A Hypocrite: She claims to be antibully when she’s a bully herself. She wants to fight for good even if that means she has harass people to fight for it. She acts like she’s all that when she didn’t have the balls to say it to me personally.

A Stalker: She stalks Tord what else more is there to say-

Dangerous: If you’re Commandomal’s target, she will seek to destroy you, no matter what you did to her. She wants to hurt and ruin your reputation. She may even want to physically hurt you. 

Spiteful: She will endlessly insult you and berate you if you get on her bad side.

Controlling: She doesn’t want you to make friends outside of her comfort zone.

Close Minded: She refuses to take any criticism about herself and makes fun of people worse off than her because she assumes they don’t try to get a job.

A Religious Nutcase: She thinks the Lord led her to find what she did about Tord, she also uses her religion as a shield from criticism.

Commandomal doesn’t want Justice, she wants REVENGE.

Commandomal aims to tear down, not build up.

Commandomal is a BULLY.

Stay away from her. She’s dangerous and abusive.

If you read all of this thank you for reading. Please reblog this, people must be made aware of what this grown ass woman has done to this teenager so that this won’t be allowed to happen again.

[maychorian]

:O omg, for the whump bingo, maybe B5 or O5 (whichever helps you get bingo faster, if you're going for that!) with lance? your writing is superb and I'm a HUGE fan.

Whump bingo! Prompts are closed. With this fill, I’ve made a bingo, but I’m still gonna keep writing prompts. I find it relaxing, which I need right now. Here’s the post. Here’s my progress.

I’m a fan of yours, too! I already wrote an O5, so here’s B5.

The days since they’d recovered from the final battle for Earth had been hectic. The instant the Voltron paladins were out of the hospital, it seemed like, they had a full schedule of meetings and press conferences and photo shoots and strategy sessions. Everyone wanted to know everything about them, where they’d been, what they’d done, what it was like to be them. After being rebels against an inter-galactic evil empire for so long, it was disconcerting to be suddenly catapulted into fame. Yeah, they’d had a glimpse of that with the Voltron Show, but none that had felt real. It had all been through personas, propaganda. This was their true selves, on their home planet, where their lives had already been picked apart by the media and the public in countless ways.It was amazing. It was horrible, too. Exhausting. No one liked it, except Lance. Or so they all assumed. He always soaked up the attention, after all, always glad for a spotlight. Loverboy Lance was alive again, smiling for the cameras and blowing kisses to everyone who glanced at him for a moment.Hunk had noticed something new about his friend, though. Since they had the okay from the doctors to relax their diets from the strict nutritional plans they’d been on while they recovered, Lance had picked up a habit of drinking coffee and energy drinks. Not just a few times, either. Pretty much all day long. Every time they had a break, even for a few minutes between events, Lance had a cup or a can in his hand.

Lance had never been a coffee fan before they went to space. As his roommate at the Garrison, Hunk had never seen Lance indulging in such things, even in stressful times like finals week or the ends of long projects when many students started haunting the cafeteria for their caffeine fixes. Even Hunk would chug a Coke, overly sweet and sickly as it was, when he was desperate for a hit of energy to finish an essay or an engineering project. But Lance never did.Hunk asked him why, once, and he just shrugged and smiled. “I have enough energy of my own.” Later, when they were better friends, he’d admitted to Hunk that caffeine didn’t mix well with his slight ADHD. Tended to make everything worse, more jittery.

So why was he so gungho on the stuff now? Had space really changed him that much? Lance had said once that the healing pods, or maybe something about the food in the Castle of Lions, seemed to regulate his ADHD enough that it didn’t bother him. But it couldn’t have cured it, could it have?Hunk wanted to ask, but they were always too busy. Too many people around, handlers and press agents and liaisons from the Garrison. He didn’t want to call Lance out in front of strangers, maybe embarrass him or hurt him.Finally, on the third night of their goodwill tour around Europe, Lance and Hunk were assigned to sleep in the same hotel room. It was a pretty comfortable room, even though most of the city was still in reconstruction from the battles. Nothing was too good for defenders of the universe. They went through their evening routine together, and Hunk was shocked to see that Lance was clutching an energy drink yet again. Right before bed.“What the hell?” he blurted before he thought better.Lance blinked and looked up at him, fingers unconsciously tightening around the can. “What?”Hunk nodded toward the drink. “That. Why are you drinking that? We’re about to go to bed.”Lance blinked again, very slowly. The bags under his eyes were sharply evident. “Umm…” He lifted his hand and stared at it as if he’d forgotten what he was holding. “This? I like it. That’s why I’m drinking it.”“But you’re not gonna be able to sleep.” Hunk moved a few steps closer and gently placed his hand around the can under Lance’s hand. He gave it a tug, not surprised when Lance’s grip didn’t loosen. “Come on, dude, put it down. You need to get your rest.”Lance stared at him blankly, then silently relinquished the can. Hunk turned away and dumped it down the sink, frowning at the neon yellow liquid as it splashed against the porcelain. He tossed the can in the trash.When he turned back, Lance was still staring. He seemed distant, almost numb, but Hunk saw the shake in his fingers. He frowned as his own weariness tugged on him like pressure in the back of his head, making him want to sway and collapse. But he couldn’t sleep yet. This needed to be dealt with first.He took Lance by the hand and led him out of the bathroom to the beds. They had two of them, double queens instead of a single king. It was nice, but Hunk kinda of thought that maybe Lance needed to have someone next to him tonight.He set him down, and Lance went where Hunk put him, pliable as a sleepy child. Hunk sat next to him and looked him in the face. He was careful to put on his most sympathetic and patient expression, though he kind of wanted to shake Lance by the shoulders until he told him what was wrong.“What’s going on, buddy?”Lance’s eyes fluttered, and seemed to focus on Hunk for the first time since he first took the can from him. Immediately that charm flashed out, the showman, a sideways smile, a glint in his eye. “Hey, I’m fine, man. Always. You know me.”Hunk wasn’t buying. “No. Telling me the truth. Why are trying to avoid sleeping?”As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew it was the truth. Lance was avoiding sleep, had been ever since they left the Garrison hospital. Maybe it had started as one-time thing, but it had escalated to the point that he needed caffeine to function.Lance acted offended, but Hunk knew it was an act. “Hey, I sleep. Of course I sleep. I’m not stupid.”Hunk refused to be distracted. “Well, how much are you sleeping, then?”Lance looked away. “Enough.”“Even with all the energy drinks?”Lance shrugged. Hunk knew he was getting close. He scooted a little closer on the bed.His voice lowered. “Are you having bad dreams?”Lance sighed. His head dropped. “The first night,” he muttered.“The first night you decided not to sleep?”Lance nodded, then raised his head and looked him in the face. The bags under his eyes seemed to have gotten even deeper in the last few minutes. “Did you know I almost died?”Hunk winced. “We all almost died.”Lance shook his head. “Before that. We never really got a chance to talk about everything that happened, but… When I was trying to call Red. I thought he wasn’t gonna come. And Veronica and I got attacked, and the jeep flipped over, and I got thrown out into the desert, and I thought she was dead, and the Galra fighter was coming, and Red wasn’t there…”“Oh, buddy.” Hunk couldn’t be still any longer. He leaned forward and threw his arms around Lance in a big hug.Lance sagged into him. He seemed relieved, like he’d been wanting this but was afraid to ask. Hunk’s heart ached.“It’s stupid,” Lance muttered. “We’ve all had close calls. I fought. I really did. But in the end I closed my eyes, waiting for the blast to hit me, and all I could think was that it was my fault. It was my fault Veronica was dead, it was my fault I was about to die, because my bond with Red wasn’t strong enough for me to call him.”“But you did call him,” Hunk said fiercely. “You did. He came.”“Yeah.” Lance chuckled. It was not a happy sound. “Last-minute save. Kind of Red’s thing. I sure it would have been really cool and dramatic if I’d seen it in a movie or something. But in real life, it was awful and terrifying and I never want to go through something like that again.”Hunk wanted to say, “I keep telling you guys that adventures aren’t fun.” He said nothing, just held him tighter.Lance let his head loll on Hunk’s shoulder. “So yeah. I had a nightmare. It wasn’t really…clear. Not like a flashback or anything. Just some scattered images and really strong emotions. But you know how sometimes after a dream that’s really strong, you wake up and you still feel that feeling, and you can’t make it go away even though it doesn’t make sense and there’s nothing to be scared of?”Hunk nodded. Of course he knew. “And I didn’t want to go back to sleep, and it was kind of morning anyway, so I got some coffee. And then I just kept doing it, and now it’s kind of a bad habit, I know that, but I… I don’t want to have that dream again, Hunk. I don’t want to feel that kind of guilt and despair ever again.”Hunk’s chest hurt. He didn’t know how to fix this. He couldn’t tell Lance that he would never have that dream again. He couldn’t reach inside his mind and pull those images out. He couldn’t even convince Lance that he was amazing and awesome and had nothing to feel insecure about–he had tried in the past, and it never seemed to get through. Lance’s feelings about himself were just too strong, built up over too many years. Hunk had thought he’d been getting better lately. He’d seemed more confident, more assured of his place on the team. Hunk was saddened, but not surprised, to learn that it wasn’t all resolved, after all.“This is a problem,” he said gently to the mop of hair resting on his shoulder. “You can’t keep doing this.”Lance nodded wearily. “I know. It was a temporary fix. I always knew it was nothing more than a temporary fix. I’m kind of relieved you stopped me, actually.”Hunk swallowed. “I’m glad I did. What else can I do? Do you have any ideas?”Lance shook his head slowly. “Sorry, I… My brain is kaput right now.”Hunk hummed and gently shoved Lance back so he could see his face. Lance stared at him, slumping on the bed. His hands were still shaking.“We’ll think about it,” Hunk said more confidently than he felt. “You and I, we’re gonna think about it, and we’re gonna come up with ideas, and we’re gonna figure out how to deal with it. Maybe not tonight, though. We need to get some rest, and tomorrow we’ll take this to the team. They need to know what’s going on, too.”Lance shifted uncomfortably, a flush rising in his cheeks, but he nodded. Hunk rubbed his shoulder, up and down. “For tonight… Are you gonna be able to sleep at all? How much caffeine did you drink today?”Lance shrugged.Hunk climbed to his feet and offered a hand. Lance took it and let Hunk pull him to his feet, though his eyebrows rose in question.Hunk put his arm around his shoulders and led him toward the door. “Come on. Let’s go for a walk. We can look at all the construction sites in the area, all the big equipment and piles of supplies and buildings covered with tarps. The cool air will clear our heads, and hopefully the exercise will tire you out. Then, when we get back here…”Lance looked at him hopefully, like he expected Hunk to have all the answers now. Hunk gave him a smile, sympathetic and a little sad. He didn’t have an answer, not really. All he could offer was his presence.“You won’t be alone. If the nightmare comes again, that will suck, but you won’t be alone. I’m gonna be here. It’s a start, right?”Lance smiled, soft and easy. “Yeah.” His voice was breathless, but somehow pleased. “Thanks, Hunk. You… You’re a lifesaver.”“That’s my job.”And it always would be.