#he does not deserve w!ll!am

[firowisteria]

Me putting a dance spell on Paola so she doesn't actually put Jackson in a mental asylum, kill Exer and Lucy by burning the diary, and make David run away from home and never come back, leave Pamela traumatized, Ronald and the Detention Squad leaving the friend group out of depression, and leaving Brenda to pick up the pieces (as I predicted)

in continuation of this post

[adilynnyuri]

I hope this isnt trauma dumping or sm but i just needed to get this out and also get some advice and i think i really like ur advice. So i have been jn a relationship w my bf for 2 years now and i love him with my heart and soul and we plan to get married ( ee are still young but we see that as the futuregoal) so up tntil a few months back i used to just go to random s*x chat groups and something and would share my nudes nd just stuff like that and would also watch p*rn .. these are both things that me and my bf would a 100% consider cheating and if he did this to me i would kill myself out of sorrow. I absolutely hate myself and am disgusted at myself i was distracted for a little while with my exams but now they are over and now im crying all the time again just thinking about what i did to the boy i love the most. At the time i didnt think much of it and at first i would just talk w people but slowly i started sharing nudes and i did this a couple of times until i realized a few months back how wrong it is. I have no idea how i didnt realise how wrong this is?Up until this i was a really good person i dont think ive ever hurt anybody and i am very nice also but now idk i just hate myself and everything about me .Every day whenever i think aboyt this i cant help but cry and think there really isnt anything else i can do. Of course i have changed and wouldnt think of doing such a thing again but still the fact that i did it in the first place makes me want to die.

Ik its so selfish but i cant keeo thinking that he will do sm like this to me also and that ill get my karma. Does karma really even exist and how do i get myself to atop thinking this now i always suspect him of cheating and talking to other girls. Hes done sm similar to cheating to me but nothing on this level. What he did is nothing ckmpared to what i did.

And in the context of manifesting, should i manifest that none of this ever happened and for me to be a really nice person or shoukd i manifest that this completely gets erased from my memory or what?? This also messes up my manifestion so much i cant helo hut tell myself that i dont deserve good things as im a bad person . Please help. If youre not comfortable answering this then im sorry for wasting ur time

Hii love!

BABE CALM DOWN! I UNDERSTAND YOU!!

I totally understand you and your situation but I am here to help you and to remind you THAT YOU DIDN'T AND WILL NEVER DO ANY MISTAKES!

First of all, WHATEVER HAPPENS REMEMBER!

Don't EVER LOSE HOPE!! YOU ARE THE ONE WHO'S CREATING BOTH GOOD/BAD SITUATIONS THAT'S HAPPENING RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES!!

You are the MAIN CHARACTER! YOU NEVER FACE ANY PROBLEMS!!

And imo Idgaf to karma. I don't even consider it's real. BUT I WILL USE IT TO MY ADVANTAGE BY AFFIRMING THAT WHOEVER TRIES TO HARM ME IN ANY WAYS THEY WILL COMPLETELY FACE THE WORST.

I understand that you feel guilty about your activities! But! NEVER LET IT TAKE CONTROL OVER YOU! AND DON'T THINK YOU ARE BAD PERSON OR SOMETHING!!

You are limitless and you can do anything!

Until you don't hurt anyone in the name of manifestation, YOU ARE NEVER A BAD PERSON OR DOING ANY BAD!

⭐I will give you an example from my life!

My success in revising an embarrassing situation!

Once I did something very embarrassing like so embarrassing I just wanted to k!ll myself💀 but then I thought why should I do that to myself? I was born in this world to be happy and cherished 24/7! so I just affirmed robotically that NOTHING BAD HAPPENED AND I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THAT AND MY DP WHO WITNESSED THAT FORGETS IT TOO! (It was very tough for me too! The shit which I did kept popping up in my mind, BUT I DIDN'T GIVE MUCH ATTENTION TO THAT AND KEPT AFFIRMING!)

Well it just took me 1 day! One full day of robotic affirmations! LITERALLY THE VERY NEXT DAY EVEN I FORGOT AND MY DP TOTALLY FORGOT!! I WAS SO SO HAPPY!

Suggestion for you! 💕

I know it's so tough for you to affirm totally against of what happened, but trust me! JUST AFFIRM! YOU ARE SO POWERFUL LOVE! JUST REVISE SAYING,

"I never did anything bad and I am never guilty"

I AM BEING 1000000% SURE WHATEVER YOU WANT WILL HAPPEN. WHATEVER YOU WANTED TO CHANGE, WILL CHANGE! MORE LIKE, IT HAS ALREADY CHANGED !!

With lots of love,

ADILYNN YURI🤍🌷

[thecoolerliauditore]

pearl needs to run away from Scott. let him GO!!! I promise Pearl, i promise, he doesn't love you. he loves the idea of you. he loves who he thinks you should be. not the real you, not the one with flaws, not the one he traumatized and broke into a million little pieces and had to learn to pick herself back up again, with the help of the very few people who would help her bandaged hands sort through those glass shards. he wouldn't help you then!! he doesnt deserve you now!!!! please girl, LEAVE HIM!!!!

and look. I know she's loyal. I know she'll probably never leave, because she loves the idea of him too, not the person he really is. she loves the memory of her best friend from a past life, not the man who would hurt her and pretends its all her fault. but. BUT hear me OUT.

gems right there. gem, who she wanted to ally with so bad last season. gem who was excited to see her, who welcomed that broken piece of her with open arms and wasn't scared when she met the scarlet pearl. gem, that killed pearl twice, that pearl was still willing to fight a final time, in what would have likely been a third death for pearl. she can go to her. she can GET OUT!!! she can get help, she just has to take that first step. she has to leave herself, but there's someone there she wanted to be friends with last season so bad, she can take that step now!

the only thing holding her back is her own loyalty. she's a dog on a leash of loyalty and now Scott and cleo have the other end. it's just a matter of if she can chew through it to run away or if it'll strangle her first

HELLO anon this is the anon ask that made me lay face up in my bed staring at the ceiling listening to when she loved she from toy story 2 on repeat fyi (it slowly morphed into nonsense speaker the rachie cover specifically over time. always been a pearl song to me but it was a bit melodramatic before this point. if it gets worse i might have to. i might)

It sucks so much it literally it literally sucks. What you said about them both loving ideas of eachother is so on point, they're both chasing something within the other that is innately self-contradictory.

Pearl wants to forgive him, but her version of "forgive" is to forgo her own feelings of spite and not challenge his view on things, which means she can never get the closure she needs to truly forgive him or get back the Scott she knew in LL.

Scott also wants Pearl back, the authentic one he knew in LL, but he also needs to whittle her down (cough) to something acceptable to him (in this case, shamed for her actions during DL) so his narrative doesn't get challenged. But that's not quite the Pearl he knew either! He can't have both a genuine connection with Pearl and have her exist solely as the concept of her he's created in his head, but he needs both and I really can't wait to see how that pans out. This paragraph is insane copium btw I do know I think you're a lot more correct than I am when you say he never actually loved her but I'm delusional. Logical side of me definitely thinks he's comfortable like this and if anyone's going to challenge this dynamic it's gonna be Pearl not Scott but what if man. What if.

Anyway I've seen so many people begging Gem to take Pearl in and I do get it I do. I personally have like one million fantasies about something like that as well. However I am calling on my Martyn Inthelittlewood clause and saying that I also do want to see Pearl deal with the consequences.

I'm so happy you said that she needs to leave herself because goddamn yes she does!! If Gem just kidnaps her that's just taking away her growth! If she does fuck off and join Joel/Gem btw this will be like. an absolutely hilarious parallel to Last Life. Fairy Fort welcome back none of us missed you. Would be fitting for this season.

The collar/leash imagery is so messed up man thanks. Reminds me of this Scott/Cleo fanart I wanted to draw at one point where they're cosplaying as Denji/Makima but in that halloween costume way where they don't know the characters or the implications. Sorry just had to throw that in there.

[dumbflickerideas]

hello other anon. i have prepared a list of reasons to absolutely despise w*ll*am for the sickly twink he is

1. his appearance. please. there are so many soft boys in flicker and they just made more GET RID OF HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHERE ARE THE BEARS!!!!!!!! WHERE ARE THE CALEBS OF FLICKER!!!!!!!!! he makes me so mad

2. he is a dweeb to me. band kid. he probably played clarinet and that fact alone sickens me

3. there are too many vowels in his name. three is unacceptable unless you fit the following criteria of having a cool name (claim made by the consonant gang)

4. w*ll*am's lore and ezra. i just. i can't see it. i can't see them together. i dislike ezra but dear LORD they deserve so much better

5. he looks like the type of guy to lose an argument and pull the minor card

6. he probably kins squidward. (see reason 2)

7. i think he would just sound annoying. like. this guy would have the voice of a six year old but deep fried in battery acid, recorded on a 3ds in 2011, and played back in a post-apocalyptic game set in an abandoned apartment complex because his ass would NOT be able to afford a house

8. w*ll*am has a name that ends with m. terrible vile horrendous. why start his name with w and end with m. who made the name i need to find them

9. he would eat spiders.

10. every single w*ll*am player who i come across is a skibidi gyatt among us person and it fits. why does it fit him. i hate that it fits him so perfectly because yes he would say that actually. yes he does want to hear about your poppy playtime backrooms roblox game. he listens to garten of banban playthroughs to sleep.

Eh I don’t see it. honestly. Any male in this stupid fandom gets soft boy fied all the time

jokes on you band kids are my type ( *cough* @dazed-moth *cough*)

OBJECTION. THATS SUBJECTIVE.

bro why are we dragging Ezra like this

i I don’t think he’s even a minor

i can’t defend that you’re right

sounds edible

i have a name that ends with m you dickhead

so would spider georg but he’s an outlier and shouldn’t be counted

sounds like a skill issue

jokes aside that’s scary

[cuppajj]

Hello, Cuppajj!! I just found your Sentient Lost Light AU stuff, and I have some curiosity to certain things about them, since Lost Light holds most the crew dear, it seems.

1.) Does Lost Light hold any negative feeling for anyone besides Getaway? (Like the from the mutiny, or just in general.)

2.) How would LL feel about being graffitied by the crew? And especially if was less than flattering. (Like a really big bright colorful dick-)

3.) Does LL ever become possessive or a little overprotective of any of the crew in particular? (One of them ends up feeling hurt or distressed, and they start shutting the source off, away from them. Trying to play ‘shield’, and protect them.)

4.) If any of the crew were to end up with a little one, how would LL feel? Curious and excited? Or a bit replaced, and suddenly ignored, by him?

Sorry if this was odd, annoying or uncomfortable- I just am so curious how LL would interact/react to such with his beloved crew and captain, especially with sentient LL brainrot now. Hope you have a good day/night, Cup! ^w^

Heyooo heoooo thanks for the questions! I'd be happy to answer all of them for you ^v^

So first things first, the LL is neutral good, so they try to have minimal bias. They look out for their crew, but because they primarily see themself as a vessel for them and little more, they leave all the decision making (even the steering) to them. They also know every one of them has flaws, but cares about them despite it. With that in mind:

1.) LL doesn’t dislike anyone in general; they’re still fond of the rowdier and meaner, though as Lightlost they might not spend time with them. If anything, the only crew member LL grows to dislike is Getaway himself; though it’s not until after he starts committing his atrocities during the mutineers arc, such as letting Sunder cannibalize their own crew and keeping a select few in memory loops. In this case they would’ve subtly attempted to help First Aid and the protectobots escape, but Getaway, aware of the LL’s sentience since the initial mutiny, would’ve forced them into hibernation so they could no longer interfere. They wouldn’t wake up until after Rodimus and the rest of the crew are back on board, and they’re brought back online.

2.) Humored, honestly! Even if the image isn’t savory for most, they know someone will be amused by it, or be appalled (*cough* Magnus *cough*) in a way LL gets a kick out of. They know the graffiti can be washed off or painted over, and it’s not like the current crew are the first to do it to them.

3.) Technically no; they’re certainly not as possessive and overprotective (and involved) as their shattered glass counterpart. They’re healthily protective of everyone on board, though I guess you could say they watch over Rodimus more than most. For example, they may convince him to go rest, only for him to wake up to a glass of warm energon on his nightstand in the morning hours. LL is aware of his struggles long before most of the others, and as the captain, they want him to be as confident and healthy as he can be while in charge! Their same concern extends to Megatron when he becomes co-captain, but they know that he’s more, well, mature. However, as time goes on, they may start playing shield for a few small things, though I don't know what specifically they'd be, but it would be subtlle enough for the crew (or at least all but the ones who know LL is alive) to not notice.

4.) LL would be elated! They've rarely if not ever seen a sparkling before. They wouldn't feel ignored at all, and they'd actually hope that all the attention could be on the little one like they deserve! Oh they'd be so curious and excited, knowing that the little one will grow up, learn lessons, mature... and LL would be sure to help, through Lightlost, in any way they can while the new spark is aboard.

The Lost Light is very selfless, putting others before themself, and nothing makes them happier than serving as a home for hundreds of lives. Even though they believe in being unbiased and neutral toward everyone, they can't help but value their closeness with the little cybertronians that inhabit them.

[tetrakys]

Hello, Tetra.

I am new here, only for Eldarya because yeah, another unsatisfied customer about how ANE has developed, and I have recently found out that on tumblr I am free to read as many fanfictions as I want and I truly wasn't disappointed. I wanted to know if you have written one yourself and if so, on which route. Also I wouldn't say no to recommendations as well, apart from Play with Fire and I am not your enemy, already read and enjoyed deeply.

Lance is my favourite, how surprising, even though I prefer the Ashkore from TO, how surprising again. ;))

Anyways, I am very interested about their plans after finishing ANE. I want it so bad to release different alternate life stories, like what would have happend if Erika had turned her back on the guard and lived a forbidden romance with Ashkore, what if Valkyon survived the final battle and what if Ezarel never left. Also, a little disappointed that Miiko left as well, I remember that I was a hater of her in the first episodes released, and ended up really liking her character development. Actually, the only character that I could stand at the beginning was Ash. :))

AND MORE SPIN-OFFS, THEY WERE AMAZING. The one with Chrome was very funny, the one with Leiftan answered a lot of questions and the one with Valkyon was a little silly but still enjoyable, (maybe I have a thing for dragons, they are my favourite mythical creatures <3). I can't believe how Valky didn't put the pieces together and finally realise it was his brother all along and how he didn't sensed his dragon smell. :'((

What do you think about this whole spin-off/alternate life fiasco?

One last thing, I have read MCL and Henri's Secret back in high school. In MCL I enjoyed the most the original routes, not what they have done with the point system (same for Eldarya) and whatever is going on with UL and LL not a fan. And Henri's Secret was great, I really liked the sweet romance type at that time and I have recently heard that they released season 2 as well and I am kinda skeptical about it because I have seen it two times already how beemoov can destroy their games, and I don't want to risk seeing another game that I loved falling apart. So if you or anyone have played it, tell me does it deserve a chance?

Thank you so much in advance if you'll respond to my message. For their own sake, I wish beemoov will hire you ASAP!!!

Hi anon, welcome to Tumblr! Yes there have been lots of people writing fanfics here throughout the years, I've also enjoyed writing for a little while, my masterlist is here. I also have an AO3 account under the name Tetraktys where I've maybe posted a couple of extra things, mostly my contributions to events organised in my discord server. And when it comes to Eldarya, yeah I mostly wrote about Lance ☺️

Now, about your other questions:

Yes ANE is a big disappointment for me, the latest episode was a let down just like the rest of the season. Finally sleeping with Lance should’ve been the best day of my otome life and instead I felt nothing but sadness for him being a shell of his former self, at this point I only play for the illustrations and the main plot. And yeah I would love more spinoffs and alternate life stories, I selfishly hope people will still invest in the game so that more content will be produced after this season ends.

What do you mean with spinoff/alternate life fiasco?

About MCL, I understand you, I personally love UL but the original boys are the best, who was your favourite? If you haven’t already you should really check out Lys and Kentin's AL episodes because they're great, I can't wait for Armin to be released.

And about Henri's Secret, I really liked season 1, I played the whole thing on Steam in 3 days and it was amazing. I didn’t play season 2 because it was only produced for mobile which I don’t really like, I much prefer playing on pc, and also because most of the plot is about jealousy and drama due to a woman love rival. This is a trope a really dislike. If you want to read more about it, check @crownysworldofficial who played both the revamped S1 and the whole second season and posted illustrations and summaries.

And about Beemoov hiring me, haha thank you for the vote of confidence! Not sure for what purpose they could hire me for, but it'd be funny.

Again, welcome to the fandom! 💕

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers Bloody Bouquet Vol. 12 Sakamaki Subaru [TRACK 1]

Original title: 満ち足りた日々

Source: Diabolik Lovers Bloody Bouquet Vol. 12 Sakamaki Subaru [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Takashi Kondou

Translator’s note: This is 200% a self-indulgent translation because the Bloody Bouquet CD is what initially made me fall in love with Subaru as a character. I remember actually TEARING UP while listening to it because the plot is so tragic and this tsundere baby deserves so much better. T _ T

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Track 1: Satisfactory Days

Subaru paces around the room.

“...Haah...She’s late. Well, she did say it’d take some time to put on the dress. Guess it can’t be helped. ...Ugh!! Even so, somehow I can’t relax.”

*Rustle rustle*

“Che...Never again am I wearin’ these stuffy clothes.”

*Rustle*

“...?”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Today I definitely gotta hand her this white rose. ...Mmh.”

*Knock knock*

“...!? ...Ackーー!!”

He quickly hides the flowers behind his back.

“The door’s unlocked...!”

You step inside.

“Sure took you long enough. Just how long does it take you to get chaーー Oh. ...Ah...Uhm...Well...You finally finished changin’? Geez, I got sick of waitin’, leavin’ me behind in this damn stuffy outfit.”

You look him right in the eyes.

“Wha...!? W-What’s wrong?”

You ask for his thoughts on the dress.

“Eh? Ah...My opinion...I guess it looks fine...? A lil’ weird ‘cause I don’t usually see you in these sorta clothes.”

You frown.

“But...Well...It suits you ーー I think. To be honest, I’d love to cancel the weddin’ ceremony at this very instant.”

You seem shocked.

“...? You know...That’s just how much I don’t want the other guys to see you in that dress. ...But we can’t do that, right?”

You nod.

“Yeah, exactly. I gotta attend the ceremony and show the other guys that you belong to me.”

*Knock knock*

“...Oh, it’s already time. We have no other choice, let’s go.”

Subaru walks up to you.

“Come on, your hand.”

You grab hold of his hand as the two of you leave the room.

...

Carefully putting the single white rose I secretly brought with me away, I took her hand. While gazing at her somewhat flustered side profile, I recalled the days leading up to this moment. That day on which I nearly lost her once ーー and then vowed that I would never let her go again. 

Subaru steps out on the balcony.

“...So this is where you’ve been.”

You turn around.

“You’ll get cold if you go outside right after takin’ a bath.”

You tell him you were gazing at the sky.

“You can see the sky through the window in your room as well, can’t you?”

You insist it is different. 

“Haah...Geez...What goes on in that head of yours? Guess it can’t be helped.”

He pulls you close.

*Rustle rustle*

“Isn’t it a lil’ warmer if I do this?”

You tell him it’s fine. 

“...Shut up! If you get sick, I’ll have to go through a bunch of shit. So just listen to me. ...More importantly, why are you gazin’ up at the sky?”

You explain.

“Haah? Were you thinkin’ ‘bout the other guys? Che...! I’m sure they’re livin’ life as they please.”

You protest.

“No buts...!! ...Geez, did you prefer how things were before that much?”

You ask if he is upset.

“Ah...No...Just don’t be talkin’ ‘bout other dudes when I’m here right in front of you. ...You should only ever think of me. Don’t let your thoughts wander. ...Mm.”

*Smooch*

You try and push him away. 

“...What!? Am I not enough for you!?”

You shake your head.

“Then...What’s the problem...?”

*Smooch*

“You are mine...I won’t allow you to fight back. Mmh...”

*Smooch*

“Nn...Nn...? Ah? I’m not bein’ myself?”

You explain.

“Heh...You’re basically sayin’ that a kiss isn’t enough, right? Hehehe, you want my fangs that badly?”

You deny it.

“Hm? I wonder? ...Ugh!”

*Rustle*

“...Haah...Say? Are you...happy (1) right now?”

You tilt your head to the side.

“Who cares if it’s out of the blue or not. Hurry up and answer me.”

You tell him you’re happy.

“...! How can you say that so confidently?”

You explain.

“...!! You...W-Why would you say somethin’ so embarrassin’...!? Do you wanna get wrecked!? ...’Because I’m together with the man I love’...Don’t be shittin’ me.”

You tug onto his sleeve. 

*Rustle* 

“...Shut up! Don’t pull! ...Haah, fuck. Whatever! Let’s go back inside!”

Subaru walks towards the door. 

“...Forget ‘bout my question from earlier! Understood?”

You follow him back inside.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) While both 幸せ (shiawase) and 嬉しい (ureshii) can be translated as ‘happy’ in English, the former implies a lasting happiness with a certain situation/etc.  while ‘ureshii’ is more so an emotion somebody feels at a specific moment. Subaru uses ‘shiawase’ in this case, wanting to know if Yui is happy with their current lifestyle. 

[arthurflecksgirl]

A son like you *Arthurs POV*

This is my version of Arthurs point of view when it comes to the scene where he is watching the Murray Franklin show with Penny, fantasizing about meeting his father figure.

“Come sit.” my mother says says “Its starting!”

And that familiar music finally starts to play.

Oh! this is what I have been waiting for when I was with Dr Kane earlier today. I smile and turn the lights off to make it more cosy “Yaayy, Murray!”

I hurry up to get on the bed beside my mum and take off my shoes. Just hearing the melody of the show starting to air is special to me. It makes me feel something. I can`t explain it but its there inside of my heart and I really like it.

As soon as Murray is on the screen I drift away into another state of mind.

I`m not at apartment 8J anymore.

I`m right there with him at the show. In the audience, clapping and laughing for the dad I never had.

I try to seem happy for him.

He deserves one happy son.

But its hard  trying to be happy all the time.

But I will smile at him.

And maybe, just maybe when I`m lucky enough I will get a hug from him.

Yeah…

Its true.

This really is the best part of the day.

Murray said the audience is looking good tonight. I`m  part of the audience so it feels like he said it right to my face. I feel the corner of my mouth lifting . A smile. I scream at him "Yyyyyyaaaayyyyy". I have to tell him how much he means to me. I know I cant just go to him and explain that he is like a father to me but I can still say something meaningful, right? "I love you Murray".

Murray heard me. He heard my voice . He replies that he loves me too. I bet thats something personal. Maybe he doesnt say it just because I am sitting in teh crowd, maybe there is something more to it. We share a connection.

He asks them to shine their spotlight to me. Not only that, he is actually talking to me. Asking for my name. "I`m Arthur...My name`s Arthur". My voice isnt no longer unheard. "There is something special about you Arthur, I can tell".

I knew it. I just knew that he sees me for who I am. Maybe he is able to see that light within me I am always trying to shine upon others.

He askes me where I am from and I tell him about me and mum. The audience is chuckeling and whispering because I am still living with her at my age, but Murray understands. I knew he would. He tells me that he is that kid who`s father went out for a pack of cigs and never came back. What a coincidence! It was the same for me.

Penny never wanted to talk about my father. I dont have any memory of him. I was too little when he left and everytime I asked questions about him, my mother would get angry, so I just gave up on it when I was in my teen years.

We have so much in comment. I knew that somewhere out there must be people who are able to understand what I have been through. I knew there was a reason I always felt like he was the father I never had. I could have learned so much from him. I imagin being a little boy and Murray is teaching me how to play with the audience, how to entertain them right. Facial expressions and everything. Thats very important if you are doing stand up comedy. The audience is always looking at your face.And if Murray would have helped me with that, there would have been no reason to practice in the mirror every day. Because doing this can be exhausting. I need a real audience. Reactions.

I have to become a better comedian. So they`re all happy. I think Murray likes to make others happy,too. People are coming home after a long day of work, they turn on the tv and watch the Murray Franklin show to forget about anything for w while. To have a good laugh and everything. And thats what I want to give to people. Making their day a little bit more bearable by watching me telling jokes.

Everything would have been easier if I had him as a father. I bet he would be proud of me today. My journal is filled with jokes lately and he would love the fact that I am able to write my own jokes. Wow. I can literally imagin him reading my diary and laugh at that last joke I just figured out.

I also tell him that I take good care of my mother. He has to know that I´m a good son. I`ll do anything for my family.

"All that sacrifice she must love you very much".  See? Murray understands it all.

"She does! She always tells me to smile and put on a happy face. She said I was put here to spread joy and laughter!"

His "Wow" proofes that he is impressed. For a second I feel something inside of me. Must be happiness but I´m not sure because I had never known it.

He askes me if I want to come up stage. I`m acting shy, I dont want him to think I wanna steal his show. But god, I think it really is happiness growing inside of me as I make my way up to the stage. The audience is clapping for me and I make a bow and smile at them.

I`m Arthur. Arthur Fleck. And I know I can make you happy. Just let me. Please, just give me a chance. You will see.

Murray touches my arm. He whispers "That was great Arthur, thank you. I loved what you had to say. It made my day."

I thank him. I know its not enough but its all I can do.

"You know the lights, the show the audience and all that stuff. I`d give it up in a heartbeat to have a kid like you".

This means the world to me.

A son like me!

I smile at him, feeling warm inside.

We hug and I hold him as tight as possible. Trying to actually feel his arms around me. I try. I try so hard to feel it because deep down I know i`m still sitting on that bed with a mother that never loved me.

[stonyiscanon]

socially awkward! peter parker x oblivious shit! reader

read: peter has a heart attack every time he talks to you because you’re too pretty and nice oof

lmfao just experimenting some new head canon//writing styles lmk what you guys think 🥺

it’s essentially a crack fic i have no regrets.

Warnings: an excessive amount of exclamation points used, overload of fluff, it might be little TOO crack-y if that’s even possible for me, a confusing amount of POV switches. ok it’s just shitty writing would you please read it.

Words: 4.8k this be a baby fic

Genre: fluffity fluff, idiots to lovers, high school! reader, god just read the title.

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talk to me! be my friend please im lonely

 peter first meets you when you’re new to midtown and you get sorted into his science class.

you sat in front of him your very first day and yeah he’s been soft™ for you ever since

like no joke the first time he saw your face he freezed up and choked on his banana

‘oh nO NED!!! she’s PRETTY!!’

‘like, REALLY pretty!!! S H I T’

‘um,,... okay ain’t that a good thing you sit behind her in class!! maybe you can ask for her number or something—‘

oh hohohohoho ned my friend,,

N O

ABSOLUTELY NOT

peter parker has spoken to you a total of twenty-two (22) times within the whole year that you’ve been... acquaintances?? classmates?? ….. friends???

and his fat secret crush on you will STAY A SECRET THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

he’ll die before he asks you out or makes a move because there’s no way in hell peter has a chance with you, the beautiful new girl.

‘i mean, she’s not just beautiful too! she’s so smart, and i know that because i can literally see all her notes from behind her and she gets like, basically all A’s, but she doesn’t even know she’s smart and beautiful?? like, she never raises her hand in class even though i know she knows all th-’

you would think ned would be tired of peter’s ‘shit I’m in LOVE’ rants by now, he’s not because we stan supportive friend ned.

hehe little does he know his big fat secret crush may not be,, totally unrequited

👀

oKAY so maybe you have a humongous tiny crush on the dorky cute guy who sits behind you in science class

WHAT ABOUT IT not like he likes you back anyways.

that one time you asked him for a pencil he looked like he was having an aneurysm!! like okay, are you that hideous or—?

(yeah it totally doesn’t hurt at all that the cute guy you like is repulsed by your presence and seems to ignore you and tense up whenever you’re around)

(t o ta ll y) 🤡

yeah y/n kinda dumb in this because the entire student body knows about peter’s (not so secret lmFAO) crush on you

everyone lOwkEy ships it

ned is president of the petery/n shipper fanclub

that may be because he’s the only member in aforementioned fanclub but you two have many supporters outside the fanclub

ned hypes peter up everytime science class comes around and peter gets kinda confident when he walks in the classroom

‘yeah! i got this!! maybe this time i won’t stare at her hair creepily and then run aw-‘

‘hey peter!’

asjkdjejnxHAUXINENEIAIRJBSJS

ABORT NEVERMIND I DONT GOT THIS ASKXISNNDKSN

peters brain has left the building

and he kinda stares at you for a sec and runs off to his seat at the back

hm, yeah he definitely doesn’t like you

you sigh as you take your seat in front of him, trying to ignore how your love for this dork is completely one sided

the entire class wants to throttle both of you

so then for the sake of the cliche and the plot (did you heart that fourth wall break?? nvm i didn’t hear nothin)

gasp group project time??!?!?!?!

dang who could have saw this coming

totally unexpected

wow

peter is half hoping to get you and half DREADING to

because he knows if he gets you he’ll be able to spend time with you but 300% won’t be able to function and will most certainly fail this project

but i mean who cares about grades.

in a plot twist that literally no one saw coming,,,

‘betty and liz, you’ll be doing yours on atomic structure,

and peter and y/n are partners! you’ll be doing...’

oh nO

you’re partnered up with peter!

i mean this is great news you get to stare at his precious face more but you’re basically forcing him to spend time with someone he doesn’t like!!

so you turn around and you give him an apologetic and (cute as FXCK) small smile

meanwhile, peter combusts

one look at your smile and he just knows he’s completely fucked

like he physically uwus so hard he slams his head on the table

‘oh! are.. you okay? i mean, is working with me really going to be that bad?’

awkward laugh to hide the pain,, quick y/n!!

‘nO!! i mean, no, absolutely not that’s not what i- it wasn’t my- i didn’t m-‘

you smile a little sadly this time and say,

‘don’t worry about it, i know you don’t like me. it’s only two weeks anyway. i promise i won’t take much of your time.’

wait. hold up. back up here. wha-? wHO doesn’t like W HO??

‘wait what do you mea-‘

‘don’t worry about it. wanna meet at the library after school to get a head start on this?’

‘uh, yeah. i mean- cowabunga…!’

wat

shit peter has never wanted to die more in his entire life

so he does what any other normal person would do and yEEts out the classroom full speed

leaving you slightly hurt but mostly just confused

peter strolls in the library casually attempting to strain his neck 360 degrees to look for you

he looks like a chicken and also that’s humanly impossible but leave him be he’s iN LOVE

he spots you on one of the study tables. he takes a deep breath,, and walks over

‘hey!! sorry i’m a little late, uh, something… came up haha’

acting like the poor boy didn’t stand outside the library for fifteen minutes thinking about what he was going to say to you

‘no worries!’ you shoot him another one of those painfully adorable smiles and peter wants nothing more but to give that smile a smooch because damn that is a face that deserves smooches

but he also has a tiny feeling that maybe you might not appreciate it if he randomly kissed you out of nowhere

(you would not mind at all but he doesn’t know that)

‘so yeah! ready to compare the wonders of chemistry and motion physics?’ peter says, bending down to snatch his backpack up to the table (effectively hiding his red cheeks)

you snort as you prop your elbows onto the table, resting your head on your hands.

‘the wonders? hm, i really can’t tell whether you’re being serious or not. guess you really are a dork.’

you giggle a little bit before you catch sight of peter looking like a gaping fish. you immediately slam your hands down, perhaps a little too loudly considering you’re in a library, and blurt out,

‘uh, I was.. joking! making a joke, in case, you know, that wasn’t obvious.’ You awkwardly hide your face between your fingers and squeak out a small apology

‘nO! no, no, don’t worry about it. yeah, I am a dork, so… yeah, i’m not offended, or anything. uh- just, yeah, don’t worry about it.’

well, that ruined the flow of conversation peter was so desperate to keep up with

none of you speak for a bit, opting to look around the very interesting library walls instead, until peter clears his throat and brings up motion physics again

yeah! this will be fine. all you have to focus on is science, and NOT peter’s very soft kissable lips and how good he looks in his light green coloured sweater

huh

oh no

 desperately attempting to clear your mind, you try and focus on what he’s saying instead

it’s just SCIENCE, y/n. focus on the SCIENCE.

this distraction just-concentrate-on-the-work technique works for about the next hour or so as you guys study and work on this project

everything is going great!

you two have an organised google doc full of research and a finished introduction! you’re being extremely productive!

both of you are doing an amazing job at hiding your mutual (except none of you know it’s mutual) attraction!

so as you walk out the library beside peter some time later, you’re smiling softly, because even if your massive crush isn’t reciprocated, you and peter can maybe at least be friends by the end of this, right?

he didn’t even look like he detested you as much as usual today

maybe that’s because he was pretty much forced into cooperating with you because of this project, but you even caught him smiling at you today, so he must be warming up to you

which is great news, of course

peter swallows down his fear and the excessive amount of spit that is coating his tongue and turns to you

‘so, this was really fun’

you tilt your head, mildly horrified at his words

‘we need to stage you an intervention if a science project is something you classify as ‘fun’’

‘no, i mean, the science was kinda boring. spending time with you was really fun. ….right?’

oh good, he isn’t actually a complete monster who does science for fun

(he totally is but you don’t need to know that)

‘yeah! hanging out was really fun, even if we had to spend that time doing work’

you shudder and cringe when you mention ‘work’, because there are much more interesting things you’d rather be doing with peter

👀

‘yep.’

‘yeeep.’

‘so, we should meet up again to work on this… project. right?’ you’re shifting your weight and darting your eyes across the floor, desperately avoiding peter’s gaze.

‘yeah!!’

oof maybe that was a little too enthusiastic. maybe you didn’t notice?

‘i mean, yeah… yeah, totally. sounds… chill.’

oh god that’s worse isn’t it

‘great!’

cue awkward silence

‘so… um… can I maybe have your number?’

you stare blankly at him trying to conceal your excitement because did PETER PARKER just ask for YOUR number?!?!?!

oh no why aren’t you saying anything crapcrapcrap this is peter’s first time asking for ANYONE’S number did he mess up oh no he messed up didn’t he.

‘you know, for the project!!!!! haha!!!!’

oh. of course he wouldn’t actually want your number

*sigh these oblivious fucks I stg i’m the one who’s actually writing this and I want to throttle them*

‘oh… yeah, no problem! um, here’s my number’

‘cool! i’ll text you then!’

from peter p [12:48]

Hey y/n!! Um this is Peter btw. Peter Parker. From science class.

to peter p [12:49]

hey peter!

from peter p [12:49]

So if it’s cool w u do you want to meet up at my place? For the project haha, just figured a change of scenery might be nice. The library can get a little bit boring sometimes.

to peter p [12:49]

yeah sounds cool just send me ur address and i’ll be over after skl tdy if that’s ok

from peter p [12:50]

Yep awesome see u then

to peter p [12:50]

see u! :))

 that smiley face almost makes his heart burst god he’s so whipped for you.

then the panic kicks in.

‘OHMYGOD Y/N Y/L/N IS COMING OVER.’

peter spends like three hours making sure the apartment is SPOTLESS.

spends like half an hour trying to decide whether he should take down all the Star Wars memorabilia down from his walls

like, he doesn’t want you to think he’s a DORK.

(too late peter)

but then ultimately keeps them up, partly because shit you’re coming in like 5 minutes he doesn’t have time for this

but also, you’re a nice person! you surely won’t make fun of him for having a knockoff replica of the death star in his room.

hopefully

oh god if you make fun of him for being a Star Wars nerd he will break down in tears HE HAS TO TAKE THEM DOWN

*ding*

fuck

peter stands up from his spinney chair abruptly and scrambles towards front door.

he spent some time this morning with Aunt May for girl advice and nothing really came out of that except a very traumatizing safe sex talk and some teasing that he will never be able to erase from his memory.

he takes a fast detour and quickly stops in front of the bathroom mirror on his way to open the door, desperately trying to tame the mop of curls and his head.

did I put on deodorant this morning? crap I brushed my teeth right?

*ding*

FUCK

peter stops in front of the door, takes a deep breath and-

‘hey!’ a strangled greeting comes out of his throat but hopefully you don’t notice how nervous he is.

you don’t, because this is oblivious shit!reader

‘hi peter!’

peter is suddenly very aware of how long you have been standing outside.

‘oH! sorry, um come in!!’ he says, opening the door wider and welcoming you in with (overly?) enthusiastic arms.

‘yeah! make yourself at home and everything. you want a drink or something?’

‘water would be nice.’

peter sprints to the kitchen to get you some ICE COLD water in his favourite mug.

peter parker’s apartment is covered with cosy furniture and photos of him and another middle aged woman. half those photos are him and that woman smiling brightly into the camera.

there’s a photo that’s nicely framed above the mantle that shows a young peter beaming in front of a birthday cake, with that same woman and another unknown middle aged man smiling down at him. the photo is clearly old and crumpled, even with the frame around it.

peter looks so happy in that photo…

huh. baby peter is just as adorable as he is now.

you jump away from the photo when you hear his footsteps coming back into the living room. something about the photo seemed emotional, personal. it just didn’t seem like something you should be looking at.

peter comes back clutching two mugs and hands one to you.

‘nice place!’

‘oh, thanks… yeah my Aunt isn’t home right now, she’s downtown meeting some friends, so we have the place to ourselves……’

‘so we can study uninterrupted.’ he says.

oh of course, studying!! yep that’s exactly where your mind went when peter said the apartment was empty aHaH.

peter’s room is a little less adult than the rest of his apartment, flooded with polaroids of him and Ned, with Star Wars posters on the walls.

you ignore the pang of jealousy that you feel when you spot a photo of MJ and peter grinning in front of a bowling alley.

so for the next two hours you two are in peter’s room… studying vigorously.

you would be 100% lying if you said you weren’t disappointed only studying happened.

the weird thing is???

every time you would look down at your textbook to explain something about periodic motion peter seemed to be looking at you when you looked up?

well, looking at you isn’t very weird, looking at someone while they’re talking is just basic manners. but when you looked back he would snap his eyes straight back to his own textbook, nodding and wordlessly agreeing with whatever you had just said.

maybe it’s just your imagination but the way he looked at you, it’s almost a loving, caring gaze.

oh god who are you kidding, it’s just your brain and imagination playing tricks on you.

you’re alone with peter parker in his bedroom!! these things are going to happen!

‘hey you want to take a break? we’ve been going at this for a whole hour now.’ peter says, craning his neck to take a look at the clock on the wall.

‘has it really been a whole hour?’ you lean back in your chair looking up at the ceiling.

‘yeah okay. let’s have a small break then.’

peter picks up both of your mugs and heads off to the kitchen, groaning slightly when he stretches his legs out for the first time in an hour.

*a/n: apologies in advance to those with nut allergies*

he comes back with both your mugs refilled with (water for you, gatorade for peter) and a small bag of almonds for you to snack on.

‘oh hey! almonds are my study snack of choice too!’

‘yeah, i know’ peter says carelessly, scrolling down his phone.

‘i don’t like almonds all that much, but i bought a few packs this morning on the way to school.’

hm,, wHat

‘if… you don’t like almonds why would you get them for me?’

‘because you like almonds.’

blink.

b l i n k

it takes a bit of time for peter to realise what just came out of his mouth.

‘i meAn! I’M NOT A STALKER I SWEAR. i just see you at school sometimes and you always have a small pack of these to snack on whenever you’re doing work so i thought,, you know, since we’re doing WORK, i should buy some for you… so you won’t get hungry!!!’ he’s wailing nonsensical excuses and apologies by now.

huh.

peter parker knows that you snack on almonds when you study, and bought a pack for you even though he doesn’t like them at all.

maybe he doesn’t hate you as much as you thought.

you tear apart the packaging and stuff an almond in your mouth, your traitorous lips slowly threatening to curl into a huge smile.

(despite how much you fight against it, you end up with a slightly demonic looking huge smile on your face, which you attempt to hide by stuffing more almonds in your mouth)

(you now look like a chipmunk)

(but a cute one!!!!)

meanwhile peter is trying to hide the feeling of humiliation by resting his face in his hands, because he literally just exposed himself. he will not be able to take it if he looks back up at your face and you’re laughing at him for this stupid crush.

to his surprise, he does not look up to find you mocking his love for you, but instead, he finds you with a mouth full of almonds, struggling to chew and swallow them all without looking like a disgusting fool.

oh.

that’s kinda cute.

after a good five minutes of you trying to force like 10 almonds down your esophagus,  you clear your throat and awkwardly blurt out a ‘thank you’

‘for the almonds! it’s cute how you bought them for me because you knew how much i like to snack on them while i study. that’s really sweet of you. i guess you really don’t hate me all that much, huh?’ the last sentence comes out teasingly, a playful smile gracing your lips, but instead of uwu-ing over your cute smile, peter’s just confused.

‘why would i hate you?’ he says, his eyebrows laced together in confusion.

‘well, i always kinda got the impression that you didn’t like me… all that much? i never really knew why. hey, why did you hate me so much before this? if i accidentally did something at the start of the year that pissed you off, i’m sorry.’

your playful smile fades a little bit as you see peter basically collapse on himself just due to sheer GRIEVANCE.

‘WHY WOULD YOU THINK I HATED YOU?’ peter yells out, probably annoying the neighbours with how fucking loud he is, but he can’t seem to bring himself to care right now.

‘you… didn’t?’ you say, now becoming just as confused as peter.

he shakes his head aggressively, bringing his fingers up to his temples.

‘but… you always seemed so jumpy around me! and you would never really talk to me, and that one time i asked you for a pencil, you looked like you were dying or something! i always just thought you didn’t like me!’

oh

my

god

peter doesn’t know whether he should be laughing or crying.

‘that’s not because I HATED YOU!! that’s because- i mean- i always thought-’ he’s still yelling and at this point one of the neighbours are definitely going to come knocking to complain, but peter still doesn’t care, because he’s currently having an existential crisis.

ohmygod all this time my CRUSH thought I HATED HER because I couldn’t function like a normal human being in front of her because of how much I liked her until i gave her some ALMONDS what is wrong with me? what kind of entity that controls the universe could hate me so much to pull THIS kind of sick prank on me?

‘wait if you didn’t hate me why would you always act so weird in front of me?’

‘BECAUSE-’ peter tangles his fingers into his hair, and he kicks his chair, sending it halfway across his room from frustration.

‘how could you possibly think I hated you??? how could you possibly think ANYONE could hate you??? you’re single handedly the only good person in this godforsaken school full of IDIOTS and BULLIES! nobody could ever hate you, y/n, and certainly not ME!’

perhaps he is using an excessive amount of hand gestures, but it gets his point across.

‘wha-? what do yo-?’

‘wHat are you TALKING ABOUT?’ you say, slowly turning just as frustrated as peter.

‘if there’s ANYONE that’s decent in this ‘godforsaken school full of idiots’ it would be YOU, peter parker!! nobody would just pay attention to what I EAT so I wouldn’t get HUNGRY during a study session oKaY!! you’re so CONFUSING! every time I accept the fact that you don’t like me back you pull this bullshit, essentially making me rethink ALL MY FEELINGS!’ you say, going through the room (stepping over the toppled chair), just to jab a finger onto peter’s chest.

suddenly both of you are aware of your flushed cheeks and your close proximity.

‘wha- WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?’ peter basically shrieks, and you would not be surprised if all of New York managed to hear that scream.

your cheeks darken as you awkwardly step back from him, realising that you accidentally outed yourself.

‘um- i mean,’ you stumble on the fallen chair as you desperately walk backwards with your hands behind your back to avoid peter’s piercing gaze.

*you’re not good at confrontation okay*

‘you like me?? wait wait, you like ME?’ you frown a little as you look at peter’s incredulous expression.

‘well yeah, you don’t have to rub it in like that, I know you don’t like me back.’ You mumble, looking away.

‘don’t like yo- OH MY GOD!’

this time peter stalks all the way across the room, looking you dead straight in the eye.

‘you better not be joking with me, y/n.’

you squeak out a small ‘no’ or something like that because you can’t really focus with peter looking down at you like that.

‘you mean to tell me, my stupid fat, nervous crush on you was mistaken for HATRED, and all this time I’ve been thinking I have no chance with you, but you’ve been crushing on me too all this time?’ his words come out jumbled, and a little fast, but you can decipher the general meaning.

peter parker likes you… too.

oh GOD WAT

he clears his throat, biting his lip and you can just tell he’s about to apologise, because peter’s a complete angel who probably doesn’t want you feeling uncomfortable.

‘um- uh, y- oomph!’

and in this shocking turn of events, you execute the only spontaneous thing you’ve ever done in your life and pray that it ends up well.

you lean forward and press your lips to peter’s, hoping to whatever superior being there is that this was a good decision.

spoiler alert: it was

peter.exe has shut down because all of a sudden your lips are against his and oh wow this is so much better than all those times he’s imagined it happening because it’s actually happening now.

your hands find their way to peter’s curls that he was trying so hard to get under control an hour ago but now he can’t remember why he doesn’t like his hair if it’s just going to be tugged on by you like this from now on.

he grabs you by the waist and pulls you closer to him, pretty much pressing his body against yours.

not that you’re complaining.

and god if peter died from suffocation right now that would be a heavenly way to go, and he would be a-ok with dying if it meant finally being in your arms.

you pull away from peter, both of you slightly panting before you burst out in giggles, resting your head and letting it fall on peter’s shoulder.

‘oh my god, we’re such idiots, aren’t we?’

peter hums in agreement before lifting your chin up to kiss you again.

 bonus: boyfriend! peter

definitely still stares at you in science class except now whenever you catch him staring he just shoots you a lazy grin

because yEa he has FULL RIGHTS to stare at you now because you’re his GIRLFRIEND.

you find out he’s spiderman pretty much immediately let’s be real this boy is not the best at hiding secrets

especially from his GIRLFRIENDS whomst he loves VERY MUCH.

this boy also gives you anxiety attacks whenever you see spiderman on the news saving people, getting hurt and shit, but he understands.

sends you a text before and after he gets in the suit whenever he can.

most certainly uses his spidey-powers for things they were not intended to be used for.

to visit his girlfriend so she can give him cuddles at any time why what were you guys thinking about hMmmMMMmmmM?

likes to show you off but also gets very blushy and shy about PDA

pretty much had a seizure the first time you held hands.

ned almost fainted when he heard the news (aka peter rushed to call him the second you left that night you kissed because these bitches are very gossipy)

peter parker is the ultimate clingy boyfriend.

……

and you love it.

your science teacher no longer puts you in the same group or partners you guys up now though.

because now you can’t study together, you literally can’t keep your hands off each other.

sometimes when peter is feeling ~particularly clingy he just nuzzles into the crook of your neck during lunch, and pulls you to him so you’re pretty much on his lap.

and MJ is just like yall r disgusTING

right in front of my salad.

in conclusion, peter parker loves you and you love him.

it’s honestly kind of sickening,

but you love that too.

[omg-foreverfilledwithweird-posts]

That Girl is Poison...

PAIRING: Eddie Brock/ Venom X Reader

Summary: You’re assigned to work with the infamous but sexy and charming journalist, Eddie Brock, there to be his assistant, get him into meetings and interviews, and help him with anything he might need. Fast forward a year and you’re good friends, closer than you thought you’d get when you first met the character, and now you’ve fallen in love with him. You’re invited to a night at his favorite bar, to play a game with heated game of pool, where the winner gets anything they want, and things get steamy quickly.

A/N: So I’m watching Venom and staying up WAY too late while writing this but it’s worth it I never sleep anyway and I am now in love with Eddie Brock another fictional character yay so please enjoy this took me so long and I went kind of overboard eek let me know if you want more which I will probably give cause he’s my whole life now (also Happy New Year!!) also ALSO i crave feedback (in need of validation)

Warnings: swearing, sexual tension and themes, cheesy, mentions of alcohol, an overwhelming load of fluff (seriously it should be illegal), heavy makeout

You walk through the double doors of Eddie Brock’s private office, re-tucking in your white blouse into your tight pencil skirt, hugging your curves, a glimpse of your y/s/c skin peeking through where the top button previously popped. You curse yourself for accidentally snapping the button on your way to work in the cab and pray Eddie doesn’t see the glimpse of scandalous skin that just barely reveals your lacy, black bralette. All that you, of course, only noticed to be showing once you got to the building. Cue the small panic attack in the staff bathroom.

Eddie happens to your boss, of sorts, which means no dating according to company policy. Even when you do most of the things around here, as he always likes to tell you, you’re his rock. You do what he asks, set up his meetings and interviews, get him coffee and lunch, answer phone calls, and write articles of your own. All those late nights, caffeine-fueled cramming sessions at the office and mounds of paperwork you’ve completed together, you’ve grown close. He won’t ever admit it, but he trusts you more than anyone else in his life, sometimes more than himself. Especially as of lately.

That’s why when you walk around his desk to discuss with him his schedule, his eyes immediately dart to your slightly revealed chest, the sight of you in your flattering work clothes making his mouth go dry. His chest seizes with guilt, you’re his friend, quite possibly his only one, and he doesn’t want to ruin that. Yet a wave of lust washes still over him and it’s not just Eddie that feels it.

Venom hums pleasantly in Eddie’s head, We like her, hm? She’s yummy. Yes, we do. But she’s a friend, and it will stay that way, thanks to you. Come on, I’ll behave, promise. Your promises are shit. Ouch, harsh one, Eddie.

You peer down at his frustrated expression and how he’s whispering to himself, wondering if this job has finally gotten to him and he’s gone mad, hearing voices in his head. You wave your hand in front of his face with a small, assuring smile and he looks up at you, blinking hard. His gaze flipping from confusion to complete adoration for you and your kind, picturesque, stunning features. Tendrils of hair fall down, framing your angelic face.

“Eddie,” you say sweetly with a honey-laced tongue, his eyes wanting to flutter closed at the lullaby sensation of your voice, cooing him to sleep. “Earth to Eddie, are you alright?” you say with an amused lilt in your tone, smiling at him.

“Y-yeah, yeah I’m fine,” he gulps, licking his dry lips, returning your easygoing smile, halfheartedly at best, and he clears his throat. “What’s on the schedule for today?”

You lean over his desk, pointing to the schedule you created for him, and he finds it hard to keep his eyes to himself, your wonderful, floral perfume and shampoo masking the air. He wishes to fall into you and never get back up again.

“You’ve got a meeting at 11 and we prepare for an interview scheduled for Monday at noon during lunch, into the rest of the day if need be. And besides that... nothing else and you’re free to enjoy your Friday night.”

Your chest brushes his arm when you stand up straight and he inhales sharply, sitting himself up along with you. You place your hand on his forearm, afraid you alarmed him somehow, and there’s lightning in your fingertips when you meet his skin. He looks at you and you pull your hand back, “Sorry, sir, I-I didn’t mean to frighten you,” you chuckle slightly.

“Oh, oh no,” he situates himself, both from you brushing up against him and the way your sweet voice calls him sir, how you’d say that term in other circumstances. He blushes at the inappropriateness of ll this. He stumbles out of his leather, desk chair when he moves to hide his excited area with his jacket.

“You didn’t, I-I’m just... tired and jumpy. Not your fault, you’re amazing... wait, no, I mean, you are, but I what I’m trying to-” he stops himself with a wiry, crooked smile. “You-you’re fine.” Your bright eyes crinkle with amusement at the sight.

Venom laughs menacingly, Nice going, Casanova. What was that before about just friends? Your heart rate has never been this high with someone just a friend... Shut it, parasite. P-parasite!? Say you’re sorry!

Eddie ignores the grumpy voice in his head and instead looks at his just a friend, you, knowing deep down the voice in his head is right.

You smooth down the wrinkles in your shirt, tucking hair behind your ear with a tender curl of your lips, “What? Got something on my face?”

He shakes his head frantically, slowing down when he sees your eyebrow raise then you smile and laugh at him. He smirks, leaning against the desk, his mind drifts to daydreaming about pressing you against this office wall, taking you right here and now.

“No, sweetheart, you look...” he gives you a once over before he can think better of it. No choice of words can fit you. And the ones that do aren’t appropriate for work so he opts not to speak at all, tongue-tied in your presence.

You run a hand through your hair, giving it much needed volume, to distract yourself from the pet name he’s decided on giving you. You like it more than you’d like to admit, “Don’t hurt yourself from thinking too hard, Brock, can’t have your death on my hands, what would the people think?” you mock gasp.

He snorts, “You couldn’t hurt a fly, no one will believe you did it. I have plenty of enemies that easily could have done it and framed you.”

“I-I can be... tough if I have to be.”

“I’m not saying you aren’t,” he laughs. “I’m just saying you’re not capable of murder, princess.”

“How thoughtful,” your lips curl. “But who will testify on my behalf if you’re not here to tell them that?” you continue to play along, tucking the clipboard of papers under your arm.

“No man in your life who could do it for you?” he flips through a random book to seem busy in front of you, peering at you from the corner of his eye. “I’m sure you have many... eligible suitors.”

You shake your head, hair falling down and hiding your flushed face, “None at the moment, no. That’s still sweet of you to think so, Eddie.”

He lifts his head up and his eyes light up when he beams at you, “Of course, any guy would be...” he locks eyes with you and your breath catches. “...would be lucky to have you, y/n.”

Your heart warms at his words, but you both think better of it and he clears his throat, looking away. He suddenly has an idea, and he knows it’s dangerous, being with you outside of work. He can hardly contain himself around you as it is, it’s a bad idea. Being alone with you... he’s done it before, all those late nights, he doesn’t know if he could do it again.

Then he does it anyway. “I have an idea.” Venom snorts, You have no self-control. You stay out of this.  

“Well, that’s never good.”

“Hey,” he says with mock offense. “-some are... not so bad.”

You dissolve into laughter, filling the room with the melodic sound, hand resting over your beating heart, “One would think so.”

He rolls his eyes, unable to suppress a small, fond quirk of his full lips, “My idea... smart ass,” you guffaw at that. “-is that you could come for a drink with me...”

Your head snaps in his direction, masking your shock at his invitation as best you can. You didn’t expect this, but you’re certainly not mad either.

“Really?” you beam, cheeks flushed with color. “At O’Malley’s?

He nods and chuckles coolly, the sound resonating deeply from his chest, “So... w-would you maybe want to,” he scratches the back of his neck nervously, clamming up with an anxious chuckle. “To do that...? If you want and as friends, of course, completely professional.”

You push your hair back shyly behind your ear. “Of course. Completely...” you look him over, dark shirt, leather jacket, and black jeans, your favorite look on him, and meet his eyes once again. “Professional.”

He half smiles, “Is that a yes, then?” Your chest flutters.

You nod quickly and smile softly, “Yes, sir... That’s a yes.”

He can hardly contain his excitement when he breaks into a rare, genuine smile that takes up most of his handsome face, “Alright. I’ll see you then.” He stumbles back into his desk and catches himself on the corner. You giggle and he finishes, “After... well, work.”

“Yeah, work,” you take your bottom lip between your teeth, stifling more laughter. “Can’t forget about that.”

~~~

Eddie paces anxiously in front of the bar, taking a swig from a beer bottle the barkeep slid to him. He continues to check the time on the large clock hanging on the wall above the drinks, watching as the hand ticks, each click increasing his state of worry that you won’t show up. That he’s made a mistake. Of course you won’t, you deserve better than him, he thinks-

“Is this over a girl, big guy?” the bartender, Marty, asks, wiping down glasses.

He sighs and cracks a wistful smile, “How’d ya know?”

“Cause there’s a lovely one in the doorway looking right at you,” he nods to where you’re standing by the door. 

“Keep it together, Eddie, it’s just y/n,” he whispers to himself, leaning back against the bar with a sigh as you walk over to him.

He’s frozen, seeing you outside of work clothes. You wear a plunging, red bodysuit, tucked into a pair of flattering black jeans that hit your curved waist flawlessly. His eyes are glued to that revealed piece of y/s/c skin, smooth and he finds himself wondering how you’d feel in his calloused hands, touching ever inch of you and his lips would follow. He shakes the thought away, crimson red. Your hair mussed from rushing down the bar’s stairway, trying to make it at least a little on time. You run a hand through it in an attempt to tame the beast. And he’s awestruck, you look stunning.

“I’m sorry I’m late, traffic was terrible,” you laugh, tucking a curl behind your ear. “Just a glass of red, please, Marty. Put it on my tab, too.”

“Sure thing, dollface.”

Eddie reaches for the wine glass when the bartender slides it down at the same time you do, your fingers brushing during the harmless exchange. The simplest of touches and your face goes hot. He grows flustered as well, cheeks a rosy shade of an adorable pink. You let go and he extends it kindly to you, your fingers wrapping around the base of the glass.

You chuckle, “Thanks.”

Marty takes his cue to walk back into the kitchen, just before sending a warning look to Eddie, “Everyone back here knows y/n, she’s family. If you lay a hand on her, we gotta shovel in the back. I doubt anyone would miss you.”

Eddie snorts to hide the sudden fear for his life buried in his eyes, cracking a smile in your direction, “Glad to know where his loyalties lie.”

You can’t help but laugh, “They’re harmless, Marty’s just an old family friend,” you tell him, unconsciously leaning towards Eddie, giving a delectable view of your crimson shirt and cleavage. Venom growls internally and Eddie finds himself doing the same.

“You look...” he breathes an airy laugh, running a hand through his hair. “You look beautiful, y/n.” You’re caught off guard from the compliment but take it all the same, warming you up from the inside out.

You grin, growing heated under his stare, “Thank you,” you breathe out, color rising to your cheeks. “You look great as always yourself.”

He takes a sip from his beer bottle, lips curling around the rim when he side eyes you, drinking you in, “Flattery will get you everywhere with me, darling.”

You giggle, intoxicated, not by the drink dangling between your fingers but from the heat in his dark eyes, “I’ll keep that in mind.” A door in the back of the bar catches your eye, the game room with a pool table, completely unoccupied.

Eddie has the same idea when he sees where your gaze lies and takes another sip of liquid courage before standing up from his seat, taking the bottle with him, “Play some pool with me?”

“It’s been awhile since I’ve played,” you look at him and take a sip of your wine, hiding a smile behind the glass. “I might not be very good.”

He clicks his tongue with a smirk, “You’ll be fine, we’ll make it interesting,” he hold out his hand, inviting you to take it. You look from his extended hand to his eyes and back again, cautiously resting yours in his before he pulls you from your seat, falling into his hard chest.

“Sorry,” you blow hair out of your eyes, a rosy smile gracing your face. You look at him in the eye for just a moment, breath catching.

He shakes his head, hands steadying you, placed firmly your waist, “Don’t be. You don’t ever need to apologize around me,” his mouth twitches at the side when his hand falls to the small of your back, guiding you through the tables and people. 

A group of men in an isolated booth looks your way, wolf whistling and calling you over, whispering foul things to each other. Eddie picks up on the way you’re burning up, embarrassed, angry, and uncomfortable, hoping for a hole to appear in the ground below you and swallow you up before you do something you’ll regret. He instinctively wraps his arm around your waist, softly at first, tucking you into his side while you both walk, an air of safety warming your chest. Your hand on your wine glass gripping tighter.

You shut the door behind you and watch on as Eddie prepares the game, dusting the cues and setting up the balls into a triangle in the middle of the green felt. You wait and continue to look on, setting down your drink, fascinated in the way he moves. His carved from stone muscles clench and flex when he gathers everything you two need. He catches you looking from the corner of his eye and flashes the ghost of a smirk. You realize you’ve begun to like him more than you’ve let on. 

He stands behind the pool table and leans against the redwood, cocking his head towards the game in question, “Ready?”

“Before we play, we should practice for the interview on Monday,” you idly walk around the pool table to him, “How do you want to do this? Practice it and I pretend to be who you’re interviewing...?”

He sighs, putting the game on hold because of that doll like look in your eyes, turning to face you, “You’re going to let me ask whatever I want instead of playing pool with me?” he tilts his head. “And you answer truthfully?”

“We can play in a moment. This is more important. Pretend I’m Richard Ford, the tech mongol you’re going to be on television with,” you chuckle, failing to remain serious, tucking fallen hair behind your ear. “See,” you grab a tendril of hair, twirl it, put it under your nose, and pucker your lips, faking a mustache. “The name’s Richard, nice to meet you.”

Dimple. “I can hardly tell the difference,” he humors you.

“I’m a master of disguise,” you let the piece or hair fall with a sweet smile. You extend your hand for him to shake, deepening your voice, “Hi, I’m Richard, it’s a pleasure to meet you Eddie. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“This is the worst version of role-play I’ve ever done with a woman,” he teases when he takes your hand in his. You roll your eyes and he takes the game a step further, placing a cheeky kiss to your knuckles, nose brushing the soft skin. “The pleasure’s all mine.”

Your face lights up, heat sent straight to the knot in the pit of your stomach, “Y-you’re going to kiss... Richard’s hand, Eddie?”

“You have to make a good impression with these sort of things, it’s only polite.” He cracks a smile, “Or maybe it was an excuse for me to kiss you, you’ll never know.”

“I guess I won’t,” you flush. “Right... okay, let’s get started then.”

“No fun, all work, huh?”

“We can have fun.” You grumble with a small frown, “I-I’m fun.”

His lips curve into a smile, “Never have I ever then... while we play pool.”

You sigh, if you brought work into this you were hoping it would diminish that damn knot in the pit of your stomach, coiling and spreading like wildfire from your chest to your fingertips. This wasn’t the greatest of ideas but when have they have ever been between you two? 

“And if I win?”

“Your choice,” he folds his arms over his broad chest.

You lock eyes, “Same with you?” This would only end badly. He nods.

“Fine,” you grab your pool cue and take aim, “Never have I ever cheated on a test.” Keep it innocent. 

His brow pinches in confusion, taking a long sip of his beer, and setting it back down on the edge of the pool table, “You’ve never cheated on a test? Ever? I doubt that.”

“I was a good kid,” you chuckle, hitting the ball into the corner pocket. Hm, maybe you were good at pool.

“Every kid cheated on at least one test.”

“Not me.”

“You’re just a liar.” You stick out your red colored tongue, stained with wine and just as sweet, but missing your next shot. 

He rolls his eyes, “Alright, never have I ever ogled at someone in this room when they were shirtless at the company retreat in Lodge Falls.” He misses and frowns. Innocent questions only, that idea seems to have been thrown out the window.

You scoff, “And you didn’t look at me?” you say while taking a quick sip, lips curled around the rim of your glass. Both of you walking around the table, remaining across from each other, neither daring to cross the distance. You make the shot, a solid color too.

“Had to distract myself with other things,” he smirks. Liar.

“Other things named Jacqueline and Angela...” you clarify for him, his eyes poring into yours, masked guilt in both of your gazes, hidden by a year of a friendship of will-they-won’t-they. You force a small smile, lessening the tension as much as you can, hitting another corner pocket, but the air has changed and something’s clicked.

His brow arches, “Were you jealous?” he asks quietly, almost afraid he’ll scare you off if he raises his voice above a mere whisper. You reach to where he stands, right beside him.

You laugh quietly, “No,” you answer quickly, too quickly, voice cracking towards the end of that damned word. Your eyes on him making him miss his shot. 

His mouth twitches in the right corner, deciding to drop the clearly tender subject, he nods to the table, “Alright. Your turn.”

You walk closer to him, pool cue in hand, and an interesting idea arises, something to distract him from making a good play when he shoots next. You take a step between him and the table, making a show of bending over in front of him. He inhales sharply, too shocked to move when Venom chuckles darkly. She’s a minx, this one. I say we teach her a lesson. Eddie visibly stiffens, jaw clenched tightly, as he tries to covertly situate himself behind you while you take perfect aim, and, as expected, make an equally perfect shot. 

You stand up straight again and throw him a coy look over your shoulder, “Never have I ever gotten aroused by someone in this room tonight.” If he wasn’t going to make this easy, you weren’t either. 

He locks eyes with you and takes a sip of his beer. You smile. He wets his lips and sighs, slightly amused, “You, sweetheart, do not fight fair.”

You smile, feigning innocence, “I don’t remember us making any rules.”

He clicks his tongue, cutting his eyes in your direction before getting level with the table, and shooting a ball into the corner pocket. One after the other until there are only a few left, meaning your distracting tactic clearly didn’t rattle him enough. The odds don’t seem to be in your favor. 

You exhale slowly, aiming your cue, just as Eddie circles the table to stand behind you. 

His eyes glaze over you, “Your hands are in the wrong place, darling.”

You chuckle, delightfully buzzed, “Really?” you muse. “And where should they be?”

You stand up straight once again, his chest pressed against your back, close enough for you to hear the telltale beating of his rapid heart.

His breath is hot by your ear, your chest tightens, “Would you like me to show you?”

“Do I have much of a choice?” you breathe a laugh, voice failing you.

Eddie’s calloused fingers dance up your bare arm, eliciting goosebumps and a sharp intake of breath from you, your lungs filling with his woodsy, cedar scent. His other hand falls to your waist, thumb caressing the fabric of your shirt, making it painfully aware to the both of you of the clothes separating your skin from meeting. His sensual touch is warm and inviting, conveying a silent love letter you can’t yet read. He slides his hands down to grasp your own, placing them in the right spot on the cue stick.

You arch your back at the sensation of his his lips smugly brushing your neck, “Eddie... What are you doing?” 

“Fighting dirty.” He guides you to pull the cue back, “Now aim.”

You scoff, “I’m almost impressed.”

He chuckles deeply, “High praise coming from you.” His hands encompass yours entirely when he readies you to take the shot, “And... shoot.” You hit the ball directly into the side pocket, much easier and swifter when he’s here aiding you. 

You turn around, his hands on either side of you, resting against the edge of the pool table, and pinning you against it. You blush, “Thank you.”

He looks over you, eyes riddled with both lust and adoration, the more flustered you get the bigger his smirk, “You’re very welcome.”

You tuck your thumb tenderly under his chin and lift his head up, guiding him to meet your eyes, “But was this your way of attempting to distract me, Eddie?” 

How do you do that, he thinks. Flip from cute to sexy so quickly? But he smirks, well pleased with himself, “Maybe... Is it working?”

You shake your head, smile, and lie, “No, I’m afraid not.”

“I don’t believe you.”

You raise your eyebrows in mock offense, “Are you calling me a liar?”

“No, sweetheart, I’m not... Because you’re a terrible one.” You scoff at that. “Might I suggest that you never get into gambling.” He walks away from you.

“I can lie,” you turn back around, ignoring his protests about your hand placement while he circles around the table, praying for no more urges to touch you again, your skin still tingling from it. 

“For example...” you look up at him from your cue, “I told you I liked your ex girlfriend.” Clink. Right into the side pocket again.

He can’t help but smile at that, “You didn’t like Anne?”

You shake your head, making your next shot, “Not really, she was always jealous... of you and me. She would sometimes come up to me when you weren’t around and tell me to stay away from you.”

He frowns deeply, “I didn’t know that.”

“I know,” you look at him. “I didn’t want you to stop seeing her on account of me. I’m sure she was great besides that and I-I wanted you to be happy, so I stayed away. So when she had to move to Prague with Dan, for her new job, I just kept it to myself. I thought there was no use in telling you. Because you’ve moved on.”

“Sure, there was,” he walks back around to you, wanting to hash this out, but you didn’t expect this reaction. There’s concern etched in those worry lines between his brow and on his forehead. “You could have, sure I’ve moved on and it was a long time ago, but I-I would have liked to have known.”

“I didn’t want to worry you,” you breathe out. “But now it seems I have. I’m sorry, I j-”

He tilts his head curiously, “What did I tell you about apologizing, sweetheart?” he says to you.  

You can’t breathe. His hands lightly grasp both sides of your face, thumb caressing your flushed cheek. You sad smile is faint, going weak from his gentle touch. “To not...” Your nose nudges his, lips brushing, and you gulp hard. You smile against him, “But when have I ever listened, hm?”

“God...” his eyes clench shut, like he’s fighting an inner turmoil you won’t ever see for yourself. “We can’t... We’d lose our jobs.”

“I know,” you nod, your hand resting over his. 

Eddie’s breathing has gone shallow, hands falling to his sides, the anticipation becoming too much for the both of you. His eyes burn into yours, “You don’t make this easy, you know that?”

You lick a stripe from his bottom lip to his top, tasting the bittersweet flavor of liquor and a musk you can only classify as Eddie. You couldn’t take it anymore. You hum pleasantly at his lust blown pupils, “I though you enjoyed a challenge.”

“Y/N...” his voice is hoarse. “Stop. We can’t.” 

Are you out of your mind, Eddie?! I can’t! I want to but I can’t, she’ll lose her job and I’ll lose mine, it’s not right. I won’t hurt her like that. Jobs come and go, my friend, but there’s only one y/n... Take her right here.

You lock eyes with the man and utter just two words, voice barely above a whisper, “Make me.”

His hands grasp both sides of your face once again and he pulls you to him, all restraint a distant, forgotten memory when his lips crash desperately into yours. You inhale sharply, both from surprise and delightful release as your trembling lips part for him. Wanting something for so long and finally gaining the satisfaction of grasping it, him, you, it’s almost too much to bear. Your arms tangle around his neck, ensuring there is no space between your bodies when he guides you flush against his chest. He takes your red bottom lip between his teeth and tugs, moans falling from you like sin, legs gone weak at the simple action. His lips are soft and plump, bringing a tingling sensation to your own  There’s nothing rushed in his kiss, nothing harsh or fast. He’s taking his time with you, gentle hands now running languidly up and down your curves, worshiping you and your body for all your worth. 

His powerful arm wraps around your back and picks you up like you weigh absolutely nothing, laying you down on the pool table. His eyes wander all over you, your body on display for him, the brown in his eyes completely diminished by the black of his pupils, dark and hooded. 

You hold his face in your hand and he places a soft, fluttering kiss to the palm of your hand, leaning into your touch, “We’re so fired,” you giggle.

He runs his thumb over your swollen, rose flushed lips and smiles softly, “You’re worth it.”

Then his lips press to yours so ferociously and completely that a soft, mewling whimper escapes you, tugging on the ends of his hair, and earning a groan from him. Your smile, pleased, into the kiss and tilt your head up when his lips migrate to just below your mouth, your chin, your throat, your neck. He peppers wet, open mouth kisses anywhere he can reach, leaving fire in his wake. His big hands roam your body, roughly squeezing and gripping your thighs and your ass.  

Venom grows excited, growling impatiently, My turn. No, Venom, you’ll scare her off. Now isn’t the time. Oh, Eddie... you insult me. Let’s let the girl decide that for herself. Venom, please n-

He breaks away and you frown, wondering why he pushes away from you like you’re skin was on fire.

A black, molten liquid transforms his body, encompassing him completely until he stands above the table. You look on, terrified and curious, your eyes wide as saucers. What was happening to Eddie? The monster from the news. You must be dreaming. Because this can’t be happening, this isn’t real...

Your hands are shaking as you muster up the words to question this... thing, hoping this is all in your head, “W-who... who are y-you?” 

He flashes his large, razor sharp teeth, lips curling maliciously, ivory eyes slitted with dangerous intent. 

“We... are Venom.”

[ashesonthefloor]

you can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to 🎵🎶

rules: hit shuffle on your media player and write down the first 20 songs, then tag 10 people. no skipping!

tysm to @httpsgfg @lonellyheart @clumsyclifford and @lukehummingbirdz for tagging me! even though I know bella only did it to call me out. and i will be honest, I don’t actually “like” many songs on Spotify so I’m just randomly choosing a couple playlists I actually listen to and shuffling on there. u might wanna skip the wack ass commentary but I had fun! my music taste is eclectic at best so enjoy!

for reference, I used my On Repeat, my playlist for sexy and badass songs (almost entirely by women), and my my chemical romance playlist which I will not disclose how often I listen to that bc I like seeming mostly mentally stable, and my painting playlist bc it’s stuff I sit and fuckin go hard to

1. Invitation by AshNikko

starting off strong here, clearly. this one is a BANGER though, I recommend it. it’s also about not policing women’s bodies, so if ure into that...

2. Love Me Dead by Ludo

will be honest. found this one like a month or two ago. but it SLAPS. lyrics are a little more angsty than my usual but it vibes anyway. it sounds boppy and that’s the important part <3

3. Cry by AshNikko ft. Grimes

this fucking SLAPPPPPSSSSS. no better way to feel like a bad bitch

4. Olivia by One Direction

a BANGER. okay. she vibes. she deserves a spot on here. my favourite 1D song? no. do I vibe to her? absoFUCKINGlutely. as should everyone

5. Manners by AshNikko

A BANGER!!!!! A TUNE!!!! she SLAPS so hard. one of my favourite AshNikko songs, up there w Daisy. the BASS on this owns my entire ass. as does AshNikko herself if I’m being honest

6. The End by My Chemical Romance

she is....how do u say.....iconic. I will go hard to her, I must say. yes, I’m fine

7. Raise Hell by Dorothy

holy fuck....this song is so good. it’s like. I can’t even explain. the beat is amazing. want to feel badass? like u might start a fire? maybe topple the government? this is the Song for You. it Fucks

8. Problem by Natalia Kills

this song fucks. I also feel badass listening to it honestly. it hits Hard. the bass can eat me alive. if the song doesn’t have heavy drums or base, I don’t want it, basically. also yes, she is not the best person, however. the song. fucks.

9. Black Sheep by Gin Wigmore

oh this song does so fucking Hard. everything I said before also applies here. there r no sexual undertones here though which is Amazing. still feel badass. I will Step on someone to this song

10. Horns by Bryce Fox

another song with really heavy bass and sexy drums to feel badass to. are we sensing a Vibe yet? probably. I shall Switch Playlists again

11. Party Poison by My Chemical Romance

dedicated to Helen who absolutely despises this song <3 i actually like it enough. not my favourite song by them BUT she slaps and it’s fun enough to vibe to and truly that’s all that matters

12. I Never Told You What I Do For A Living by My Chemical Romance

helloooooooo this song slaps okay it’s just good. murder??? “I’m so dirty, babe”. the CHANGE at the end. ohhhhh boy she is SEXY

13. Machine Gun (Fuck The NRA) by YUNGBLUD

have I mentioned I love him? because I love him. this song slaps so hard and I will forever go hard to it, sorry not sorry. the BASS. the message...sexy

14. Choke - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

this song? also sexy. all my songs are, I think, in different ways. I don’t know much about the band or anything but this song has rights

15. DESTROYA by My Chemical Romance

this song actually is sexy. anti capitalism? oh fuck yeah. to be clear, that is what I mean, and not little bastard Gerard’s unhinged moaning. get a room, sir, and not a recording studio <3 (I’m just being Mean for no reason aksnsnsns the song is Good I’m painting a jacket for it)

16. I Am Going To K*ll The President Of The United States by Leathermouth

speaking of unhinged.......here is this. don’t ask, just accept and move on. it sounds good and is fun to scream with

17. braindead! by YUNGBLUD

holy fuck this song is SO GOOD I go so so hard to it. I lost my mind hearing it the first time and I was supposed to get to hear it live for the first time back in May but alas life does not work the way I want it to. anyway. slaps. sexy. good.

18. Die Young by grandson

don’t think I’ve really mentioned him on here but I LOVE him so much and his fucking MESSAGE. also he was the sweetest person when I met him, and he gives fantastic hugs. anyway. this song goes hard and I lose my mind to it and go completely feral. the message is fantastic and it sounds...so good....fast and loud is my favourite genre

19. Apologize by grandson

my Spotify loves lumping a bunch of the same artists at the same time thank u for that BUT this song is also good. it’s a little slower but the message is also fantastic, and proves a good point. “lose a bit of myself with every selfie” is a raw ass line anyway

20. Obey by Bring Me The Horizon ft. YUNGBLUD

HELLLOOOOOOOOO this song is SO good holy fuck. it only came out earlier today but it’s fast, loud, and ANGRY which are some of my favourite qualities god this song SLAPS so hard it’s so so so sexy......the message.....I will add her to the Jacket....

listen I think everyone’s already done this because I always answer mine horrendously late BUT I will tag @mikeycliffords bc I love her dearly. I literally don’t know anyone else that hasn’t yet been tagged BUT anyone that wants to do this, I tagged u, sorry, no take backs, i’d love to see answers xx

[friendlylocalwhumper]

part 1 | part 2

The pain is what wakes him, in the middle of the night. Lux gives a sleep-laden whine as Emory drapes an arm over him, and then the discomfort of new pressure becomes sudden agony. The sleepy groan that was starting turns into a raw whimper as the warlock wakes and scrambles to remember where he is. Just home, still home, in bed - but his ribs feel like they’re being broken all over again.

“Ple-ease,” He begs softly into the dark room. Weight shifts beside him and he realizes, as the arm lying over his chest cinches around it, that Emory is trying to hug him in his sleep.

“Em, w-wake up.” He’s being quiet, nervous about waking Emory up and making him feel bad, but it’s too quiet. His boyfriend cuddles closer with an unconscious sigh and hugs tighter. His hand, tucked around the side, digs in at just the wrong spot, and Lux yells in pain - not an angry-sounding yell, but one that’s airy and rough from the pain of forcing it out of a battered ribcage.

“Wha-?” Emory jolts awake, hands fumbling as he pushes himself up and away from the one beside him. “Lux?”

Low pained sounds huff out of Lux as he raises a shaking hand to hold it over his own chest protectively.

“Are you okay? What - did I hurt you?”

“Mmhmm,” Lux answers tremulously, unable to admit it in words. “Nnnnh…”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, honey, I was asleep… are you okay? Did I - nothing, nothing cracked, right?”

“‘s alright, I-I’m okay, it’s okay.” He can’t manage even a hint of a shaky smile, but Lux tries to assure Emory that he understands. “‘s okay-“ Lux's eyes go wide and he chokes out a startled whimper, turning his head away with a sharp flinch, as Emory reaches for his face. Gonna get hit, gonna get hit, he thinks, eyes squeezed shut tight. All sense and awareness evaporated at the sight of the hand approaching, with the pain he’s in, and the suffocating doom-feeling of knowing he disobeyed the Hunter today.

“I’m not gonna hit you,” Emory says, tone gentle and aching.

“S-sorry,” Lux rasps. His eyes open and then flutter before squeezing shut tight again against a new wave of pain. A dull, ominous crack from within his chest is followed by a real scream this time.

The punishment isn’t over. Lux lets out a weak sob as the next rib is fractured by the Hunter’s magic. The first four ribs were snapped earlier, after Emory helped him limp into their bedroom (his hip, though healed, still ached from the recent trauma of being shoved out of place). A punishment from the Hunter. Lux had buried his face into Emory’s shoulder to stifle his sounds, unwilling to worry Alex. Poor Alex was lying out there on the floor, coughing up blood and crumpling to the floor when he tried to stand.

Now, the punishment has started up again. Emory flinches right along with Lux each time the next rib cracks.

“I hate that sound,” Emory comments as he holds Lux’s hand. “I, I can’t stand it.”

Lux gives a short jerking nod. “M-me too. ‘s okay if, if you don’t wanna h-hear i-it… g-, go ou-, go out to the - to the -“ Another ribs snaps, eliciting a raw and broken sound. “To, to the couch, ‘m okay, don’t h-have to… to stay…”

Another crack, another feeble scream, and then warmth at his cheek. Lux tips his head to lean into it, into the hand, and keens when a kiss is pressed to his other cheek. His eyes are closed against the onslaught of pain from the magic breaking his bones; his brows draw together at the soft, loving gesture. Another kiss is pressed to his forehead.

“I’ll stay with you, I’m right here. Keep breathing, Curls.”

Lux complies, forcing himself to draw a deep breath. His ribs crackle and creak, but the pain only spikes a bit.

“You really can’t heal them? Not even after a few days, when it’s stopped?”

“N-no, he, he’ll be a-angry… ‘s my punishment, ca-an’t heal it. ‘ll just break ‘em again.”

“How long do they take to heal?”

Another crack, not quite as loud but seemingly no less painful. Lux whines.

“Don’t rem-member… weeks? Mmmh, months, maybe? Nnnh, just gotta, gotta heal slow. No m-magic. Nnnnhh-!” A double break - crack, crack - steals his breath.

“Can’t someone help? Taryn, Anders? Protect you with magic?”

“Wa-ants to pun-nish me, he’d, he’d break them worse for g-, getting in th-the way. I, I, I don’t w-, don’t want an-nyone else to get h-hurt.”

Emory runs a hand along Lux’s arm - the one that wasn’t shattered and twisted and healed all in one day. He listens to Lux’s hesitant, ragged breathing, hitching in anticipation of the next rib to break. He thinks about the big, angry, powerful man that has always kept Lux in line with the threat of punishment and the brute strength to enforce his promises of coming pain. How Lux has survived this long, being the favorite of someone so sadistic.

The Hunter knows that Lux is a good listener, patient and attentive and earnest. He doesn’t have to reinforce lessons with pain, he didn’t have to break Lux to make him sweet. Even now, Lux wants to obey, wants to be sweet so no one gets angry with him - this punishment, these broken ribs, it’s not necessary. Just a show of power. It’s better than the mangled arm and the disjointed hip, though. Healing those injuries, even if this is the punishment, was worth it. Lux can walk, can move without giving a violent shudder and nearly passing out.

“Thank you for protecting me,” Emory mutters, suddenly overwhelmed by how much Lux has suffered today just to keep him completely unharmed. He wonders if Lux did that much for Colten, if that little kid heard screams like the ones forced out of Lux today. He wonders how many times you can hear yourself screaming before you lose your mind, how many times you can beg before you give up on people entirely.

It seems that the punishment is over for now; no more breaking bones. Lux sinks down in relief. “I know it was hard to w-watch. It’s a lot… I, I’d understand if you can’t take it.” He pauses, wheezes, winces as his ribs shift. “If you wanna - ‘f you want me to leave.”

“No! No, come on, Lux, I just, I’ve never… I’m not used to it. He’s… scary. I get how he affects you the way that he does.”

“Really scary,” Lux agrees. “Mmmnh… before I woke up, when you were, were tied up… did he hurt you? Or scare you? He m-, must’ve said something.”

Emory sits up, taking his time as he gathers his answer.

Lux is in the bedroom. He should be waking up from his nap soon - Emory can hear shuffling in there. From where he kneels on the floor, wrists bound in rope, he stares at the man standing beside the bedroom door, waiting to attack. The Hunter is going to scare Lux so bad, do everything that Lux hates - grab him, lean close, pin him down. Emory knows the Hunter has done it before; the man has put in a great deal of time learning how to scare Lux.

The door opens. Lux walks out, looking down as he tugs idly at the sleeves of his unzipped hoodie, not paying attention, not on guard, relaxed and feeling safe - the Hunter strikes, quick and efficient, grabbing Lux from behind and locking him in a chokehold. The sound of sneakers scuffing against the floorboards and Lux’s strangled, confused sounds make Emory’s heart hurt. He tries to rise up on his knees, to speak despite the gag between his teeth, as Lux makes eye contact with him, teeth gritted together in fear, brows furrowed, fingers curling around the arm crushing his throat. Emory watches Lux’s body give weak, fading spasms before it falls limp, arms falling to his sides and head lolling forward.

No, before that. Before Lux got there.

The silent struggle of being accosted as he got home, tied up and shoved to his knees on his own living room floor. The man towering over him with a smile, laying a hand on Emory’s shoulder as if holding him in place is a satisfying mark of ownership in itself.

“What do you-“ Emory frowns as the Hunter presses a finger to his own lips to gesture for him to be quiet. “What do you want?”

“Interesting first question. Not the most original. You know who I am, then?”

Feeling incensed and defiant, Emory calls on a vague memory of how Lux’s friends describe this man. “You’re the mindfucker,” He answers with clear hatred. And then, hoping to maybe elicit sympathy for his boyfriend, not yet harmed - “The one who gave Lux those nightmares. Scars.”

The Hunter beams. “Yes. Some of the nightmares, most of the scars. He’s a sweet boy.”

“Hey,” Emory growls, rising where he kneels. “You don’t talk about him like that.”

“Oh?” The man above him cocks his head to the side in mild intrigue. “Is that so?”

“Yeah. Not here. Not in our house. He’s not your - not your sweet boy. He’s a man, one who survived whatever your sick ass did to him, and he deserves respect. You’re not taking his dignity away with your creepy ownership kink or whatever.”

Emory almost regrets his outburst at the glint in the man’s eyes. Why is that fury contained? Does the Hunter need him alive? Unharmed, even? Emory was hoping to maybe catch a beating, draw some attention away from Lux, or even get Lux’s attention se he could try to get away.

“You wouldn’t understand,” The Hunter decides finally, glancing toward the door behind which Lux is temporarily safe. “He’s strong, yes. That’s why he’s survived so long, after all I’ve done to him. He’s the longest lasting little warlock I’ve kept. And always, always broken. You’ve seen it, I’m sure. The flinches, the flash of fear in his eyes, the stuttering. Always so sorry, so hesitant. Like he’s half afraid that he’ll be hit at any moment. It’s addictive to watch.”

“...Sick fuck,” Emory mutters, though his voice wavers, his wrists twisting in the ropes behind him. This guy is every bit as scary as Lux makes him sound.

The Hunter tuts in annoyance and summons a strip of cloth with a flick of his fingers; the cloth wraps itself around Emory’s head and wedges it between his teeth to serve as a gag.

A faint, squeaky yawn can be heard from the bedroom. The Hunter smiles again, sending a chill down Emory’s spine. Lux is awake.

“He didn’t hurt me,” Emory answers slowly. “Just… talked about you. In that awful way where it sounds like you’re his or something. Pissed me off.”

“You got a-angry with him?”

Angry, not pissed off. Word choice like that matters here - Lux needs him calm. “Yeah, angry with him. I told him off.”

“R-really?”

“Uh-huh. Did you ever do that?”

Lux hesitates before he nods slightly. “Used to.”

“Would you ever do it again?”

The warlock glances at Emory. He’s so tempted to say no, never, would get punished, ‘m not that bad - but something about knowing Emory was brave makes him want to give himself a bit more credit.

“Maybe,” He supposes. “If, if he was hurting someone who shouldn’t be hurt. I’d maybe f-fight, struggle… s-say things. It, it kinda hurts less, when you fight, ‘stead of just taking it. I li-, I liked being tough.”

“I bet you were real tough. I bet you still are! You just found a different way to get by, that’s all.”

“Uh-huh.” Lux takes in a shaky sigh, holds it, and then lets it out slowly. “...Em, what if he breaks more ribs tomorrow? Or, or goes in my head? What if he keeps pun-nishing me?”

Leaning over - carefully, carefully - Emory meets Lux’s nervous eyes with all the determination he can find. “Then you’ll be tough.”

Something twinkles in Lux’s eye. “Can I cry if it hurts a lot, still?”

“Who said crying isn’t tough?”

“Wh-, what about, what about begging?”

“Do you do it on purpose? Do you choose to?”

“N-no.”

“Then it’s natural. Still tough.”

Lux’s eyebrows rise just a little. He can be tough - Emory says it, and it sounds true. Lux can be tough.

“Okay. I’ll be tough then.”

[screamxqueenx94]

Magic Bullet Part 2/ Teen Wolf Series Rewrite

A/N: I'm finally getting a chance to post this part! I've started working a full time job so I haven't been able to write, but during this time, after I post this fic, I will start posting my AU fic because I no longer have access to the show right now. Hope you guys enjoy!

Warnings: violence

Italics= inner dialogue

"Italics with quotation marks"= lyrics

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Stiles' POV

As Scott and Derek leave, Charli and I stay to clean up. I finish mopping as she finishes wiping down the table. I empty the bucket, clean myself up and head out to Roscoe when I see Charli ahead of me.

"Charli, wait up!" I call out, stopping her in her tracks as I jog over to her. I speak again. "Hey…" 

"Hey…" she answers back. 

"You were uh… you were pretty amazing back there. What with the research, and protecting me from Derek, even willing to cut off Derek's arm if Scott didn't arrive on time even though you're squeamish like me." I praise shyly, rubbing the back of my neck. 

"Just trying to help Scott." She assures me. 

"Yeah, but the way you handled everything, the way you just took charge, that was just… I can't even describe it. It was incredible!" I tell her, making her chuckle as she tucks her hair behind her ear.

Everything she does is so beautiful…

I look down, take a deep breath, and then look at her again. I'm about to say something when her phone starts ringing. She answers and walks away as I turn around to give her privacy. Is it really possible to have a crush on two girls? Am I being greedy? Does this make me a bad person? Am I overthinking this? I'm probably overthinking right? Yeah I'm totally overthinking--

"Stiles?" I suddenly hear Charli call out. 

"Huh?" 

"My dad called me and  he needs me home but my car was giving out on the way here, would you give me a ride home?" 

"Oh, ye--yeah. Totally." I answer back. I walk over and open the passenger door for her. She hops in and I hop into the driver side, start up the Jeep and head to our houses. 

As we drive down the road, 'Lucky' by Jason Mraz and Colbie Calliet was playing, making the moment kind of awkward. 

"Lucky I'm in love with my best friend"

I'm in love with my best frien--" 

My heart for yo--"

I switch the station only to have the  'Way I Feel Inside' by the Zombies come one. 

"Should I try to hide, the way I feel inside my heart for yo--"

Next station.

"But I'm falling in love

"How do I tell the love of my life, I'm in love with my best frien--"

Are you freaking kidding me? Moving on.

"I can't fight this feeling anymor--"

Stop it! Next. 

"But I'm falling in love with the best friend--"

Unbelievable! 

"We've known each other for a long long time, but I never really noticed all the magic in your eyes--"

So much panic right now!

"Accidentally in love--"

I just shut off the radio. I must've been obvious with my frustrations because Charli looked over at me with concern on her face.

"Are you okay?" She asks, putting her hand on mine that was resting on my gear shift. 

I look down, then at her hand, then back to her. When we make eye contact she quickly removes her hand with a red flush to her cheeks. She's so cute... The drive stays quiet until we reach my driveway. I turn off the car and look at her. 

"So… what was it like punching Derek?" I ask.

She half smiles. "It felt good. He's a jerk who deserved it. I don't care if he was in pain, he was horrible and I'm not okay with that." She answers, playing with her zipper on her jacket and occasionally making eye contact. 

"You really don't like him do you?" I ask.

"It's more like I don't trust him." 

"Yeah, but Scott needs him." 

"Not necessarily…" she trails off.

I look at her confused. "What do you mean?" 

She sighs. "I'm saying that, he doesn't really need Derek, just us."

"You really think we could help him?" 

"Sure, I mean we helped him figure out what he was, I'm sure we could help him control his abilities." 

She makes a good point.

"I'm all for it if you help." I tell her. 

"Really?" She asks.

"Yeah. I mean, why not?"

She nods. "Okay, I guess we'll be his teachers." 

"I guess so." I agree, smiling.

She smiles back. There's a short moment of silence.

"Well, guess I'll text you later?" She asks.

"Yeah, text me later." I reply back. 

"Well, goodnight then." She smiles as she gets out. 

"Goodnight…" I trail off as she gets out. I watch her as she walks away, watching her ponytail sway to the rhythm of her walk. God, she's fucking perfect…

I get out of Roscoe and go inside for the night. I don't bother to change, I just lay in my bed and think about Charli. I think about how to help Scott gain control of his abilities. I also think about how Derek is terrifying, but yet Charli was willing to beat the shit out of him just to protect me. There's definitely something off about her… yet it doesn't bother me in the slightest...

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Charli's POV 

I look around to see that my dad wasn't home yet. Must be another late night at the office…

I take off my shoes and toss them by the door and start trudging up the stairs towards my room. As I turn my bedroom light on, I hear a voice.

"So I'm guessing he doesn't know?" 

I quickly turn towards the direction of the voice, fists up, ready to fight a bitch. I see Derek sitting on the edge of my bed, elbows resting on his knees and has an eyebrow raised at me. 

"Derek! What the fuck are you doing here? And how did you even get into my house?" I interrogate.

"Your window was open…" he replies."We need to talk…" he continues.

I gotta start remembering to lock that window…

"Wh--what about?" I ask, not putting my fists down just yet. 

"About what you are… and most importantly what you want with Scott." 

I put my hands down slowly and start taking off my jacket. I hang it over my computer chair and walk closer to him with my arms across my chest. 

"You already know what I am, why talk about it?" 

"Because it's pretty suspicious how you just got here and are suddenly all buddy-buddy with Scott after he was bitten." He stands up to face me. 

"That's just a coincidence… however, what I want from him is what I already have, which is his friendship. I really need that." 

"Lonely after you killed you mom I take it?" He asks sarcastically, putting his hands in his coat pockets. 

"What did you just say?" I ask defensively.

"Isn't that why you won't tell Stiles what you are? Because you think he'll realize you're a killer and won't want you around?" He continues. Before he can speak again, I grab him by his jacket and slam him against the closet door, shattering the mirrors that the doors were made of. 

"How do you even know about that?" I ask through gritted teeth.

"Word gets around… You think you're the only vampire to come to Beacon Hills?" He answers nonchalantly. "Everyone knows you did it, they just won't say anything because of your dad." He continues.

"You take that back!" I threaten through gritted teeth. Claws out, fangs out and eyes glowing. 

"Or what, you'll kill me like you killed her? Perfect, then Stiles will know who you truly are…" he smirks. 

"Oh trust me, he'll be thanking me for killing you. Everyone will…" I shoot back. 

"You had your chance to do that back at the clinic… why wait until now?" 

"Because now you have a fair chance to get your ass kicked…" I retort. 

He rolls his eyes and puts his hands up in surrender. I slowly retract my claws and fangs back as I walk back slowly. He tugs his jacket back into place and starts heading for the bedroom door. After he places his hand on the knob, he looks back at me. 

"Y'know, despite the fact that you nearly killed me twice tonight, I won't tell Stiles what I know…" he states. 

"Why's that?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.

Because you should be the one to do so." 

I point at my door and reply. "Get out…" he opens the door and walks out, but not before some parting words. 

"Oh, and one more thing Charli…" 

I look at him one last time for tonight. "... don't think for a second that he hasn't already googled your last name and realized it means bloodsucker in Hungarian."

"Bye!" I exclaim loudly, ready to throw a book at that stupid smirk on his face. He closes the door and leaves. Mangy mutt…

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[midoriyaizukustan-inactive]

nyway, for the record, when/if bakugou apologizes, midoriya has the right to be frothing-at-the-mouth furious w him. ik bakugou isnt nearly as bad now as he was, but he still cost midoriya his childhood essentially

midoriya had no friends (and that fucks you up. i can do a whole post on the impact that had on midoriya), had no one in his corner (not even a teacher oh my god), was ridiculed daily for daring to dream and live on despite his being quirkless, and was told to k*ll himself (and from midoriya’s reaction, we can deduce that that wasnt the first time someone told him to do so, either!!)

and the ringleader of most of these happenings was bakugou

bakugou apologizing would jumpstart midoriya having to acknowledge that all of these things happened and that it was bakugou. u just simply dont react to that kind of mind fuck with “hm yes i am going to think rationally and empathetically”

cause bakugou’s feelings matter yes, but so does midoriya’s, especially bc he was the one hurt for all those years

so midoriya gets to be pissed. he gets to seethe and scream and yell and he gets to be fucking angry. he gets to be salty and bitter and resentful and i want no one to shit on him if he does

the least midoriya deserves is getting to mourn the childhood he never had and the person he’ll never be w/o anyone clowning him

[fagpeterstrahm]

i feel like i should be doing something with my life,, but no, i am. doing this,,, maybe its my calling

anyways this. is The Post to prove that daniel is a bottom and put an end to all the people with Wrong opinions

now. do i have to explain this one? like look at him.. P e a k babie, a literal angel. this daniel is Borderline twink and we all know that he can't top to save his life.

litch rally. a babie,, hes just. a loving husband ,, like. He Has To Lean Up To Kiss Kane On His Cheek,,and we ALL know that there is. No Way In Hell That Daniel Can Top Kane, case. closed.

now look at this.. he is AN ANGEL a sweet babie boy,, he is a soft. babie with his lil cowboy hat !! this daniel. could never even Dream of topping En EE One

this. Is Peak Babie Energy and i think its safe to say that rene beret has not a single bone in his body that could top anything

do i even have to speak for this one? hes literally. babie,, hes short n hes grumpy,, and hes Litch Rally abotu to throw the Biggest Tantrum n we all know it,, i dont think ive ever seen a top who throws tantrums like daniel does

this. is a soft babie,, a floofy n Kyoot,, this daniel. was the Peak of babie,, and we all know that he couldn't top to save his life.

now. i think this speaks for itself. look how s o f t daniel looks. and once again    h e i g h t  d i f f e r e n c e,, daniel just wants. to be held,, and now we all know it

i dont this a top could E V E R  do smth like this.. that is. the face of. a. bottom. no i wont elaborate and NO i dont even HAVE TO

this. is a babie baby,, look at his Lil surprised face !! he is. babie.. n fluffy and an angel !! this daniel could never top.

this,, once again,, speaks for itself. look. at the pout on daniel's face,, look how much TALLER kane is than daniel,, and his pink lil band on his wrist,, a babie,,,,,, and once again,, its kane like Come On

NOW THIS ONE IS POWERFUL,, look at those lil Puppy Eyes that daniel is giving him,, we all know thats a bottom thing to do. daniel just. loves to use those big baby blues to his advantage and kane always !! gives in,, he jsut. cant resist the babie..

once again,, t w i n k,, hes. big soft babie and. cannot top,, look at his floofy hair !! and look at that. cute lil face that you just. want to see a smile on !!

now this one is. also powerful,,, now as a certain,, friend coughcough jupi coughcough said to me,, and i quote. "twink boutta pounce" and i think that we can all say. that this is very substantial and important.

hes. literally curled up into a ball,,, he is just. a baby and he N E E D S  someone to take care of him like. holy fuck guys !!! hes just. babie

this one is. also powerful as L O O K HOW SMALL DANIEL IS COMPARED TO ROMAN AND ERICK,,, LIKE HE LL O,, once again. a bottom

now this is just a sweet babie boy,, an innocent little angel !! hes babie. and look at his smile !!! i think this pic speaks for itself,,

n OW,,, DO I HAVE TO EXPLAIN MYSELF HERE

once again. a tiny lil babie !! lukes arm is literally. nearly the size of daniels head,,, we all know hes a lil baby boyyy

look. at. him.. god angelboy must get neck ache from looking up so much huh,, i think i dont need to elaborate on this

Litch Rally.. do i need to explain this,, look. at danieL s face, and having one hand tied behind his back by kane,, like C ome O N,,

this one is just. self explanatory,, like. i think we all know what this looks like

the juxtaposition !!! he is. litch rally a tiny babie,, lik.e i feel like i shouldn't have to explain this pic

once again i dont. have to explain,,, and i am. sorry to ashley bc i know that she only ships hunter w/ steph but liek. i just Have To Show This

this. is just... like. Do I EVEN need to explain this??

the Height Difference !! and daniel looks. so soft,, like the sweetest of angels !! miz. tops daniel no i will not elaborate

ONCE AGAIN I THINK THIS EXPLAINS ITSELF,,, daniel. LITCH RALLY Fake Cries when things aren't going his way,, n kane. Always Gives In !! no top could Ever do smth like this..

once again !! rene beret had the Biggest Babie Energy That I have Ever Seen!! news just in. local bottom cant go five minutes without getting his thighs out

daniel is just. a bottom like. i dont have to explain,, hes Literally Leaning Into Erick For Comfort h e llo,

kane is. protective of daniel,, and kane Being protective of daniel is the biggest top energy that i have ever seen,, once again,, kane is the top that daniel deserves,,

t h i g h s,, and like. co me on,, this radiates  A LOT OF BOTTOM ENERIES,,

im just. saying that the tongue,,, is. very bottom of him,, and the way that hes crawling,, do i Need to explain further,,

do i.  avhe to explain this,,, do i really?.. i am jsut. saying that he is. Flexible,, ok

B O T T O M  E N E R G I E S liek. i cant say anythibg OTHER THAN THAT

once again. this is GAY and daniel is a Bottom,, need i say more?

and, what we have here is.. once again,, for the 423984583054390th time kane being protective of daniel !!

LITCH RALLY TINY,, the babie in daniel just. Jumps out,, liek. l o o k  a t  h im,, he just. a bottom and kane is the top that he deserves

now i think that this one is very powerful,, kanes hand. is Litch Rally the size of half of daniels face,, and kane shutting daniel up like that,,,,,,,,, if that doesnt s c re  am top energies i dont know what does,, and daniel jus.t letting him,,, like hell o,, daniel is a bottom karen

[walkineternity]

Day 3: Delirium

(The Umbrella Academy x Sandman)

Klaus knew he was in trouble.

He had overdosed again. He tried to stay clean, for Ben and Vanya, for his other siblings, and for Dave. He so very much wanted to see Dave.

 But. He tried, okay. Tried so very fucking hard, and everyone was so focussed on Vanya that his efforts weren’t exactly…supported. Ben, of course, knew. And Klaus was grateful to have him. And he didn’t really blame everyone for not paying attention to him. They never really did that in the first place, unless he was causing trouble. And this time, it was because Vanya had nearly ended the world and he got that. He really did. He was trying to be there for them.

 But. He was an addict, okay. He can admit that. And…it was so hard to stay clean. He was so fucking high right now. He was so fucking sick right now. And Ben was yelling at him again.

 “Fuck! I can’t do this again, Klaus! You were doing so well! Fuck! I can’t even pick up the phone to call the ambulance can I! No! You are going to die in this alleyway and then I’m going to have nobody to talk to and, and, and you can’t leave me alone! Please, Klaus, please! Shit, okay, I’m going to try and get help, okay? I’m going to try.”

 Klaus felt himself drift. Ben was still talking, but then suddenly everything was quiet. He didn’t really get how he could still hear Ben with all the drugs in his system, but the other spirits had quieted down. And now, finally, Ben was gone too. He was going to die alone. Like he fucking deserved. His eyes shut, closing over tears that never fell and let the fog take him…

 Next thing he knew there was something licking his face. Okay, still alive. Still dying. Probably. He opened his eyes.

 Well. Where was he? This wasn’t the alleyway anymore. Maybe he wasn’t dying and he was already dead. But this wasn’t heaven. This was…he wasn’t sure. There were explosions of colours and shapes twisting in and out of existence and he felt simultaneously the highest he’s ever been and stone cold sober. He felt like he was awake and dreaming at the same time.

 And in the midst of all this madness, there was a rather ordinary looking dog, who was licking his face.

 “Well, hey there, boy. You wouldn’t happen to know the way back to reality now, would you?”

 He didn’t know what to expect at this point. And yet it still startled him when the dog stopped licking his face and spoke back. “Ah. You’re awake. Good. You don’t taste very good.”

 Klaus frowned. “Actually, I’m a snack. A delicious- wait. I’m…awake.” He sits up and looks around. Nothing was solid. There was no up and no down and he had no clue what he was sitting on because reality kept changing. Okay, he was definitely going crazy. “I don’t think I’m awake.”

 “Hm. Well. In a manner of speaking. And in another, you’re dead.”

 “Huh.”

 “You don’t sound surprised.”

 “Well, I’ve been dead before. And really, I was asking for it anyways.”

 The dog tilted its head, considering him, “I should be more specific. You’re only mostly dead, this time. This isn’t Death’s realm, but her sister’s.”

 “…mostly dead? What am I? The man in black now?” Klaus hadn’t seen the movie until his teens, when he was homeless and couch-surfing. Or rather bed-surfing. And old lover had the movie on VHS.

 “I don’t know what that means.” The dog huffed and then said, “I’m Barnabas, by the way. Not that you asked.”

 “Aw, what an adorable name!” Klaus tried to pet him, but Barnabas looked mildly offended and ducked his head away. He looked like he was about to say something snippy when a bunch of brightly coloured fish swam past his head. Klaus had been trying to ignore his surroundings for the sake of his own sanity, but this caught his attention.

 And then the…strangest voice followed after. “Ohhh, fishies! Come back here! …Hi, Barnabas!” He couldn’t really describe it. He could understand it, and for the most part it sounded like a young women’s voice, but something was distinctly…otherworldly. The voice sounded how this world looked. Chaotic, ever-changing, pitches and stresses in all the wrong places. It would have been called musical, if it wasn’t so discordant.

 And then a figure stepped out of the swirls of colours and then he realised that nothing was ever going to make sense in here. She was colourful herself. Rainbow hair cut in an odd style. Two different coloured eyes and the oddest combination of clothes.

 Though, honestly, he couldn’t say anything about his clothes. Currently, he was sporting the same outfit he wore in the real world and, frankly, wasn’t to off from this figure’s choice of clothes.

 Well, at least they had something in common. “Nice shoes,” he tries.

 The woman (girl? Young lady?) was talking to the dog and the fish, but turned to him at the sound of his voice. She drifted closer and peered down at him.

 “Well, hello there, traveler. You seem a little lost.”

 Klaus shrugged. She giggled. “Welllll, I suppose that’s, uh, that’s what you call life, now, isn’t it? Just a little bit lost and a lot bit lost! Go-ing on Forever!”

 Barnabas came a bit closer to her, to sit beside her, not quite touching, but close. Like he meant to offer her comfort. She absentmindedly scratched his ears, but still didn’t look away from Klaus. Oh, was he supposed to offer a reply?

“Well, I’m hoping that’s not the case. I’ve been trying, lately, you see, to settle down a bit. Stay clean and, y’know, be there for my family. Try to…have a home, a proper one.” His voice grew more unsure as he continued to speak.

 She was staring at him as he spoke, but not in his eyes. Just looking there briefly and then looking at his shirt and then his hair. Listening, but just couldn’t keep completely still. As she did, her nail polish changed colour and her ears changed shape and the rainbow in her hair shifted. This whole place was topsy-turvy. Strange how a talking dog named Barnabas was the sanest thing in here.

 She looked back up briefly into his eyes and then down at her feet. “It’s Nice to do things for fa-mi-ly. I have many Siblings too. I like to help them sometimes. You said I have nice shoes. Would you like to wear them? We can trade!”

 “Um.” Klaus wasn’t really sure what to say. “I don’t think our feet are the same size?”

 She frowned. “Oh, what does that matter? Its just for fuunnn. C’mon!” And she proceeded to take off her shoes. Which, were just as colourful as her hair. Rainbow boots that had really neat buckles shaped like the fish that swam around their heads.

 His were a solid black heel, stolen from Allison. They pinched his toes, not being the proper size, but they made his legs look gorgeous.

 Allison probably wasn’t going to be happy to learn her shoes were traded away, but then again, she probably wasn’t going to be happy with him either way. If he ever made it back, that is.

 He decided he should probably say all that out loud, and then he did, because they really weren’t his shoes, but the girl in front of him just sat down to better take of her shoes. “Oh, you’ll get out of Here eventu-ally. I like you, but you’re not mine to keep.” She finally managed to pull off both her boots. She was wearing mismatched socks, but those seemed to vanish. “And your family is just worried about you. If your sssister is mad, it’s only because she cares. You should ask them for help.”

 He shrugged and easily kicked off his own shoes, accidently kicking it too close to Barnabas. The dog just looked long-suffering.

 “They just think I’m useless and crazy. Well, maybe not Ben, but I’m not exactly doing my best there, y’know? He deserves to follow someone else around. Someone who won’t disappoint him again.”

 The girl hummed. “They say I’m crazzzzy too. But that’s alright. Mad-ness isn’t always a Bad thing….it helps when I know too much. Sometimes its nice to have a break from san-i-ty.” Here she started to slip on the heels and gestured at the boots, so Klaus grabbed one and put it on, stamping a little to get his heel in. Huh. Perfect fit. She continued, “And just because I’m mad, doesn’t mean my siblings don’t care about me. Doesn’t mean I don’t care about them. We aallll make mistakes, even Beings such as us, even little ones such as you, and we…oh, shoot, Barnabas! What’s the word? The- the Big one.”

 She glanced around as if the word she was looking for would suddenly appear. “You know. When the butterflies are iiiinn your body instead of outside them. Like stepping off the edge of a cliff, but knowing there is Someone to catch you, or for you to catch them.”

 Barnabas opened his mouth to say something, but she snapped her fingers (which made Klaus do a doubletake when the snap sound created visual shockwaves of colour, like they were in some sort of comic book), and then said, “Oh! Love! It’s lo-ve. We all love each other the same. They loved me when I was Delight, and they still love me as Delirium. I mean, look at Bar-na-bas!” She gestured with a heel in her hand. The dog sat a little straighter. “He was a gift to me from one of my bro-thers, to care and look afterrr me, and we’ve become such good friends! Destruction cares in his own way, and I know your siblings do too. You just got-ta….gotta ask, okay?”

 Barnabas smiled slightly. It looked a bit weird on a dog, but it seemed gentle. “I think we are the very best friends, my dear Delirium.”

 She put the other heel on and bounced up onto them, smiling at them both, at the world around them, at the tiny fish swimming above her head. The black of the heels swirled with spots of colour, but mostly stayed the same.

 Klaus finished doing up the buckles on both shoes and stood up too. He reached a hand up and the fish swam through his fingers and around his arm. The rainbow shoes felt warm and comfortable on his feet. He felt a bit giddy. He gave her a big grin and said, “Yeah. Okay. Sure. If I ever manage to get out of here, I’ll ask. Why not!”

 She gave him a grin in return. To match. Though hers stretched a little too far on her face. Still friendly, but not exactly a human smile. Her eyes changed colours too, but never the same colours at the same time. A fish swam in front of her face and this distracted her from him.

 “Well, how do I get out of here anyways? Not that I don’t mind your company, I should be getting back to the real world.”

 She looked back at him and seemed to startle a little bit. “Ohhhh, what were we talking about?”

 He blinked and looked at her and then looked at Barnabas, who said to her, in a reassuring manner, “It wasn’t important. Klaus was leaving soon anyways.”

 “Hm. My he-ad hurts. Was I talking Rightly again? That always Hurts.”

 “Yes, Delirium, but you don’t have to anymore. Why don’t we help Klaus go home and then play with the fish?”

 Klaus frowned at Barnabas in confusion. Delirium laughed joyfully and said, “Well, hell yeah! There’s only a few swimming around, buuuut I can make more!” She proceeded to spin around and do exactly that.

 Barnabas sidled closer to Klaus and said, “She does that, sometimes.”

 “What? Forgets?”

 “No. Remembers. The advice she gave you? How coherent she spoke? Does not happen often. You should take heed. The knowledge she has…is vast. So vast that it seems to…hurt her. Now, it’s time for you to go.” He didn’t say this roughly, but there was a sadness when he spoke.

 “Thanks,” Klaus said, heartfelt. “And thank her for me, too, even if she doesn’t remember.”

 Delirium wandered back over with a great many more fish swimming around, some bigger than others. Some so small he could barely see in the swirl of colours and shapes. “Oh yes! You!” She tapped him firmly on the forehead and said, “Say the magic words!”

 “Um, please-”

 “Wrong, so wrong. Try again.” And here she clicked her new heels three times.

 Klaus couldn’t help it. He laughed. He saw that movie too. And then he copied her action and said the “magic” words, “There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home. There’s no pla-”

 And then he was in an ambulance, the paramedic’s expression triumphant and relieved. Ben, hovering over him on the other side, looked similar.

 “Klaus, don’t ever do that to me again. You are so lucky there was this goth lady around. Apparently, you aren’t the only one that can speak to the dead. She was pretty Zen about the whole thing. Said it wasn’t your time and managed to find a nearby payphone. She didn’t even ask why I couldn’t call the ambulance myself!”

 Ben sounded a bit hysterical. The paramedic seemed to be chattering away as he checked Klaus’ vitals. Klaus felt himself tearing up. He could still feel the drugs in his system. “I’m so sorry, Ben. I can’t do this-”

 “C’mon, Klaus! I know you’re stronger- what about Dave-”

 “No, shit, Ben, just- I can’t do this alone, okay? I-I really need. I need help. I want to stay clean. Please. I just- please. I can’t do this alone.”

 The paramedic wasn’t paying attention to his babble, too focussed on actually keeping him alive, but Ben was listening intently. He tried to lay his hand on Klaus’ shoulder, but his hand passed through. Klaus shivered. Ben looked disappointed, but not surprised. He settled for leaning over, close to Klaus’ face, and said, “Never, Klaus. I’m here, okay. And the others…we’ll ask for help from them too. We’re all trying to be a family, right? And….and whatever you need.”

 Klaus felt tears in his eyes and with a rough voice he said, “Thank you, Ben. I always knew you were my favourite brother.”

 Ben rolled his eyes, but a smile tugged the corner of his lips. “Oh, please. I’ll remember that next time you say that to any of our other siblings.”

 “Why would Allison or Vanya be my favourite brother?”

 “Fuck off, you know what I meant.” Okay, definitely a smile now.

 And then Ben happened to glance at his feet. “Klaus, where the hell did you get those?”

 Klaus looked at his feet and saw that he wasn’t wearing Allison’s heels, but rainbow boots. Huh. So not a drug-induced dream.

 “Klaus?”

 “I’ve been thinking, Ben.”

 “Oh no. I didn’t know you could do that.” He gestured at the boots. “Are you not going to answer?”

 Klaus ignored him and stared at the boots. “I’ve been wondering if they might allow aquariums in rehab.”

 Ben stared at him a little. But he was also long used to Klaus saying weird stuff. “Well. If we manage to use some of dad’s fortune for rehab, they’ll allow us as many fish as we want. If…if that’s what you wanted the aquarium for.”

 It was…so fucking nice to hear Ben using “us” and “we” like that. He knew Ben was stuck with him, but it felt…. like he wasn’t alone. That Ben meant it. That he was going to have help this time, from the whole family. And if they used dear old dad’s money…well. That would be icing on the cake. Petty? Yes. Deserved, even beyond the grave? Hell yes. He’s glad that he didn’t have another visit from him. He doesn’t think he could stand anymore revelations or disappointment from him. He’d take a bizarre realm of multi-coloured girls and fish and talking dogs any day.

 Though, he really didn’t want to go back any time soon. Being mostly dead was exhausting.

 “Yeah, Ben, fish. Lots of colourful fish.” His voice sounded further away, like hearing himself through a long tunnel. Klaus could feel his eyes droop closed.

 Ben laughed softly. “Anything you need, Klaus. Have some nice dreams for me, will you?” Klaus’ eyes were closed, but for a flash, he thought he saw someone above him. He couldn’t see features, just a strange helmet and black robes. A pale hand sprinkled shining dust onto him. Onto his closed eyes. And then the figure was gone.

  And he swore, right before he drifted off to sleep, that he felt Ben’s hand on his shoulder. But then again, it could have just been his imagination.