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Hounded

Eris x Reader

Synopsis: Eris loves his dogs more than any other living thing and they love him but soon his eldest hound has found a new interest, you and your endless supply of bread rolls. An unlikely friendship begins to form between the Son of Autumn and one of Springs last border guards, Craos is just hoping to create some sort of parent trap situation.

Warning: Fluff, banter, blood, wounds, doggos, Eris shaming the dogs belly, poor editing

A/N: Hi friends! I orginally wrote this for @erisweekofficial for the Hounds theme however I've been really in the trenches recently and only got around to finishing it now, so I'm sad to have missed Eris week but still happy to be publishing my first Eris fic! Let me know what you think!

P.S Craos (cray-us) in Irish means blazing when referring to fire and Tine (tin-ah) means fire so I named two of the dogs after these words for a lil Irish flare

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The hounds were Eris’s greatest pride and occasionally his greatest pain in the ass. He fought with this very thought the day his eldest hound, Craos had managed to dip out of his view one walk. Eris blamed himself for losing sight of his favourite friend, so deep in the thoughts of worry about the Night Courts antics that threatened to expose his double agent status to his father. Actually, he blamed them for her escape, it was easier that way. The Autumn leaves crackled against the weight of his heavy boots, his voice getting lost in the whipping whirling wind of the forest far from his residence. Eris swung harshly around on his heels, just in time to catch Craos bounding up the hill towards him, mischievous as ever. 

“You scared me half to death girl” He laughed down at her, running his thumbs over her ears in soothing circles she loved so much, his other hounds leaping around waiting for their turn. She seemed to wish to pull him in the direction she bolted from, something tethering her to the distant spot in the vast woods. “Come girl, leave that hare to its escape love, you’re getting…fluffy enough without the extra feed” he laughed, leashing her to him and taking her from her pointed stance. Eris made a mental note to closely monitor Craos food as she began to get rounder than the others in the pack, no doubt owing to the budding Autumn wildlife she’d snag unaccompanied.

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The following weeks lead Eris down a rabbit hole of Night Court intricacy, forever walking the line between ally and babysitter. He took comfort in the daily strolls through the thicket of woodland, his beloved pack in toe. The days he missed the walks he noticed his own demeanour change, his interest in the tangled interpersonal mess the Inner Circle was weaving waning beyond even an ounce of interest. Eris checked his hounds daily and despite their own vast staff, he loved to take care of them and nurture the breed while nurturing something he wasn’t even sure he still had inside himself. Some care for another living thing. Not in a selfish way of course, but more in a self-preservation sense, what he loved had a habit of crumbling in his hands or being crushed in someone else’s. 

Deep in thought, Eris ran a hand down the head of one of his younger hounds, Tine, who laid his head on the lap of his master as Eris tried to gain an understanding of the written correspondence on the desk. Tine grumbled against Eris’s thigh before stretching down to the ground. 

“Its tough work being pampered Tine” he laughed to himself, casting an eye on the other 4 hounds, curled into their own worlds by the fire of the study. Eris smiled softly at the relaxed nature, would any other living thing find such comfort in the company he provided? He forced the ever-present question away from his thoughts, casting a look to the sofa where Craos would often take her rest. Empty. Eris stood abruptly, chair screeching along the slate enough to have Tine stand to attention once again. Craos had been there when the others came in from their dinner? Hadn’t she? Another attempt by the Night Court to swipe away Eris’s attention buried him in paperwork when the dogs were returned to him. 

Quick on his feet, Eris and his pack found the staff of the kennels and after a brief and sharp discussion it was unclear if Craos was with the pack on return from her exercise. Following sharp threats, Eris took to the woodland again, his hounds hunting down their own with precision. His voice reverberated off ancient trees as their crisp golden leaves began to ink with lush green colour. Thoughts of the worst clouded the shrubbed path as Eris felt the border of Spring, his second least favourite place in the realm.

“Craos!” He echoed across a section of the stream border between Spring and Autumn. The mischievous hound leapt with excitement at the presence of her master, bounding through the shallow stream to return to Autumn and its son. He gave thanks for Spring's current instability as during time previous he wouldn’t have gotten this close to the Spring border without a visit from the furry High Lord. Eris couched into the silt of the streams bank, rubbing Craos's goofy face while quietly scolding her, knowing full well she wasn’t listening. 

“Petal” Eris looked up from the rushes towards the call of the sing-song siren-like voice. Not in the mood for confrontation with Spring, Eris crouched further into the brambles, obscuring himself from the female across the watery border. Craos pulled against Eris’s gentle hold, eager to cross the border again and succeed with another call from the voice. Eris watched the most feared hound in all the realm, leap like a bunny rabbit to your shadow, jumping to lick your face as you crouched to allow her. 

“Petal darling easy” You laughed, coating the clearing in an ease unfamiliar to Eris. through the thick river rushes Eris watched his much-revered hound roll to her back for scratches before leaping up to follow your hand as it dug through your bag. 

“Okay, sit now” you laughed, Craos eagerly obeying and happily rewarded with a small bread roll you took from your bag. 

“Easy easy” You beamed as she scoffed the lot, Eris watched the interaction with equal parts confusion and intrigue and at that very moment realised the most feared son in all the realm was acting like a bunny rabbit hiding from a fox in the rushes. That very son shot upright quickly from his burrow, causing you to leap slightly with fright as Eris pulled his shoulders back in a more becoming stance. The both of you looked across the crystal-like stream, Craos jumping at your feet eager to resume your undivided attention. 

“Come” Eris called across the rushing water, only to have Craos not respond to him with obedience. You slowly ran your hand down the hounds head, not taking your eyes from the High Lord’s son. 

“Forgive me sir but you have no business this close to the Spring border” You tried your best to project confidence, it slipping from your grasp in the face of Eris’s heated stare. 

“You’re forgive” You fought hard to not roll your eyes at the obvious display of sarcasm. Eris lightly tapped his side, Craos’ ears snapping forward to attention before bounding across the stream to her master.

“Good”

“Don’t hurt her, she’s only coming home” You walked to the bank's edge, eyes scanning Craos for any sign of distress.

“Home?-” Eris found it hard to muffle his confused chuckle “-she is my hound, property of the Autumn Court-”

“Property!?-” You found the full strength in your voice “-she is a living being and she belongs to Prythian, she is more at home in the forest and with me-”

“-And who exactly are you?” Eris was quickly losing patience as Craos seemingly shrunk in stature at her master's strengthening tone. 

“It matters little, leave the dog and return away from my border-”

“-Orders?” Eris’s laugh filled the clearing, his heavy boots now stalking closer to the perimeter “-I will not take orders from anyone.”

“I hear you take orders from the Night Court” You laughed, it now skirting along Eris’s nerves instead of soothing them. 

“I do no such thing” The river water’s temperature began to rise as the son of the flame began to stalk closer. 

“Really? I heard you even bend over when dear Rhysie asks” You laughed again, Eris now causing the very edge of the river to steam. You raised a hand before his boot fully slid into the refreshing stream, a long wall of water dividing up the middle of the lake, stopping him in his tracks. 

“Ah ah-” you shook your finger towards him “-fire and water don’t mix sir” Craos ears pinned back at your words before she looked between the two of you, unsure of her own next move. 

“Your name, tell me your name” He chewed out, examining the translucent wall in front of him for cracks. 

“YN, the last keeper of my Court’s boarders” You smiled so innocently, it almost lured Eris back into that unfamiliar softness until he heard the soft sizzle of the dying flame at his fingertips, it turning to steam against the new border. 

“The last? Perhaps you should take that as a hint and seek further employment at a market or something?”

“Is that where Rhysand bought you?” You smirked, with more playfulness than power and Eris fought away his own smile. Craos leapt forward, Eris going to catch hold of her before she could slam into the fortified border but to his surprise, she glided through it with ease unavailable to him. 

“She can stay, you may go”

“She’s my hound, however, your supply of bread rolls certainly explains her newfound…plumpness” He heard her seemingly groan back in offesen and you looked from her to him. 

“Now you’re annoying two females, you should potentially quit while you’re ahead” Eris scoffed at your teasing, the sound of the other hounds bounding behind him piquing your interest. The four looked to their eldest sibling across the water, heads cocked to the side in curiosity and some form of canine communication. The four followed suit of their leader and crossed to you and Craos with ease. 

“Look at you lovelies” You beamed, crouching to meet the hounds as they reunited with their sister. Eris watched through the glistening border wall, his feared hounds reduced to cuddly toys under your touch. It was if he wasn’t even there. You interacted with them like they were never a threat and never would be, the way that he felt you might feel about him. A foreign feeling to a male whose reputation often goes before him. 

“We-we must be going” Eris felt unsure of the ounce of guilt he felt towards separating you from his pack, some sense of something wrong flooded him when they all ran back to his feet, leaving you alone on the other side of the clearing once again. You looked down with softer eyes to the dogs at his feet, no ounce of fear from them giving you comfort. 

“Don’t make a habit of feeding them all now” Eris smiled, bringing your eyes back to him.

“I thought she was stray, I didn’t know she was one of yours”

“They’re all mine, you say she belongs to Prythian but that is the very land that tried to eradicate the breed” You nodded lightly at his proud words. Silence returned to the clearing only to have Craos groan, receiving a knowing look from Eris. 

“She can come back when she is not working and when I say it is okay but, the bread rolls end” another groan from his eldest hound “No more bread rolls” he reiterated to her, gaining a laugh from you. 

“It's okay Petal, we’ll see” You smiled at her, the other dogs listening carefully and plotting their own access to baked goods. 

“Her name is Croas, it means blazing, a more fitting name than Petal I think” he laughed heartily, the action surprising even himself a little. 

“I’m going to stick with Petal, keep to your side sir” You returned the grin before dipping you head and evaporating into the very mist you built the wall from. 

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Eris jogged through the vast Autumn woods, desperate to crush the headaches the Night Court were giving him like the leaves under his boots. The hounds sprang into their own exploration, all staying in close proximity except Craos, who had gone to visit you. Over the past month, she began to spend more and more time with you in Spring, even missing a few nights away from home to keep you company. It didn’t bother Eris as much as he had thought, the bread rolls had stopped and Craos seemed happy, he had no reason to take away another living thing's happiness. He never wanted to do that, to begin with, it just became part of his image, his unfortunate brand he couldn’t wait to shed once he assumed power from his father. 

Wartime plans swirled across his head, scenarios of defeat and success clogging his mind until he was snapped from focus by his suddenly wet shoes. He had once again jogged to the border of Spring and Autumn. This was the third time since first meeting you that his feet had taken him where his heart wanted to go and his head didn’t consent to. Unlike those times, however, he found you sat a little way up the stream by the river's edge. Eris watched Craos sprawled along your side, your hand drawing lazy circles on her stomach as you kept your focus on the book in the other. 

“No wonder Spring is falling, when the border guards take such leisure during their worktime” Eris called across to you, throwing his weight into the trunk of a sinking willow, hands tucked deep in his pockets. You looked up from your deep study with a slight jolt, Croas leaping instantly to defend you and sinking back once seeing the perpetrator. Eris never thought one of his hounds would defend anyone without his instruction and yet here Craos was, delighted to be at your service. You looked at Eris's sinking shoe before tilting your head slightly, the wall of water reappearing with the movement. 

“Threatened sweetheart?” Eris smirked, his hands now crossing against his chest in amusement as you stood. 

“Why would I be threatened by someone who’s going to slip?” Before Eris could question further, the sinking willow slipped free a root from the crumbling soil under Eris’s weight, his full balance being thrown back to land on an equally shaky bank. Your laugh echoed off the Spring trees at the sight of the much feared Son of Autumn helplessly falling into the shallow water, it soaking him to his skin instantly. Eris felt flushed with anger, it mixing violently with embarrassment but the sight of your head tilting back with put amusement took it from him as fast as the bank took his balance and he found himself smiling. 

“I don’t know how but you did that on purpose” He stood, a quick flash of flame drying him off as Craos crossed back to his side. 

“I can’t be blamed for you being clumsy” You chuckled, tucking your book back into your bag, Eris catching a glimpse of the cover. 

“I’ve read that, I didn’t think others would have?” 

“So unique and mysterious sir, not like other High Lords” You teased, your hands finding your hips as the other hounds joined the scene, seemingly groaning to demand their dinner. 

“Well, if you would let me cross this silly little water show, I could show you” You raised an eyebrow to his tone of possible flirtation. You blinked softly, a splash of water ejecting from the wall to soak Eris again as he recoiled. 

“I can be blamed for that, little water show” You laughed loudly, Eris wiping the water from his face until another flash of heat dried it away. He thought briefly about how he’d killed others for less and yet no desire to do that to you.

“Maybe another time then YN, I just came for our girl anyways, come Craos better get you home for your dinner” He smiled at the obedient pup. 

“She had a bread roll” You winked before dissolving away in the mist. 

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Eris dragged his hands through his hair, his rings snagging slightly on his locks. The warmth of the study fire took away the chill from the perpetual Autumn but was unable to do the same to his sentiments about the Inner Circle. They kept him away from his home for the past three weeks and so kept him away from his encounters with you which had become more frequent in the three months since your first. Still, he stayed on one side of the watery wall, happy to exchange some stories with you across its shimmering surface. Craos was only too delighted that her newfound parents had seemed to cross the bridge between indifference to let's say tolerance. 

Eris stood from his desk, taking a violet-coloured book from the vast library before stalking around the grounds of his hidden home away from home, his hounds in tow except for the usual conscientious objector. The sinking sun reflected beautifully off the crisp leaves of this secluded cottage away from both Autumn and Night Court headaches. He sank down into a well-rotting deck chair, it creaking under his weight as he cracked the spine of the forgotten book you had reminded him of two months prior. It wasn’t long before the sound of heavy panting snapped Eris from the world on the tea-coloured pages. 

“Craos?” He called to the growing darkness, standing to his feet as the hound came bounding through the trees before barking frantically, stirring the other sleeping hounds. 

“What? What’s wrong?” A flame came to Eris’s hand instantly as Craos took the cuff of his trouser leg between her teeth and pulled to which he went willingly. She released her grip before dashing back in the direction she came from, only stopping to make sure Eris was still following. The group leapt over tree roots and mossy burrows, all quick on their pursuit of Craos and her frantic nature until the familiar flush of Spring air rushed at them. Eris’s eyes shot to your weakening body across the familiar river, your groans of pain reverberating off the trees as you fought to stand. Craos met your side quickly as you procured yourself up on one elbow, the mud and moss obscuring you slightly from Eris. 

“Hi Petal, it’s okay” You tried through tears to reassure her, taking your hand from your mangled leg to rub her reassuringly, your blood tinging her fur on contact. She yelped towards you before looking back to a pale Eris, you only notice him then. You tried your best to push from the ground, the screaming sound of metal on bone attempted to deafen your cries of pain. It became clear to him then, that the giant metal teeth of a trap designed to capture naga had found a new victim to lay claim to, its unforgiving mouth crushing through one of your ankles. Eris sank a foot into the river, your shaking hand instantly raising the wall of mist to block him. 

“YN, let me cross” He pleaded, failing to hide the desperation in his voice.

“I-I can’t, he’ll know-know I failed to keep the-the border and he-he might come for you for-for crossing” Your rattling breath only pushed Eris closer to the wall, it solidly pushing him back despite your growing weakness. 

“Let me deal with that overgrown badger, let me across, I need to help you” he continued to plea, his palms flat against the wall of water as the hounds cried out their own appeals. 

“What-what if he comes for-for Craos” You cried, attempting to sit up, your pain threshold quickly being pushed to the limit. 

“Then we’ll both kill him but you need to live for that, now please” His sterness finally had you giving in, the wall dropping with an uncharacteristically loud whoosh. Eris was quick to your side, his strong hands pried open the deathly grip held on your ankle as you cried out in almost deafening pain. The pressure released on your spraying arteries caused a new flood of blood to cover you both, the loss of blood pressure stealing colour from your face as well as energy. Eris took hold of the mangled joint, his hands gently heating. 

“You’re gonna hate me for this YN”

“N-nothing new there so” You half laughed through gritted teeth, it taking some semblance of worry from Eris before he began to to heat his hands to molten levels. You screeched from the feeling of healing flame, your arms instinctively wrapping around Eris's neck to bury your scream in his shoulder. The cauterising was the easy part, the fractured joints and bones not so much. With your arms gripping around him, he sank his hands beneath your legs to pull you up from the ground, the sudden upshoot and loss of blood causing you to lose consciousness immediately. 

-

The feeling of plush fur beneath your cheek was the first thing you noticed, then the smell of crisp cedar and smoke. Your eyes flittered open to the flickering of a well-established fire, Craos lying protectively up the length of your stomach on the oak-coloured leather couch. You rubbed her gently causing her to immediately react with large licks up your cheeks, the other dogs rushing to do the same. 

“Easy everyone” Eris laughed, a large mug in his hand as you sat up from the overwhelming affection. You looked down to see your mangled ankle no longer resembling a horror scene, a pristine white bandage replacing the crimson blood and torn muscle. 

“You’ll be okay, I had a healer here, you might be a bit sore” Eris spoke softly, watching you inspect the wrap before passing you the mug. 

“Thank-thank you” You looked back to him before taking a deep drink from the ceramic. 

“You didn’t even assume I poisoned that, we’ve made a lot of progress” He laughed, sinking into the chair across from you. 

“If you were going to kill me it would have been at the sight of the first bread roll” You chuckled, Croas’s ears perking up at the mention of her favourite snack. 

“Yes well, there's still time” Craos grumbled at her master's teasing, gaining another laugh from you. You looked around the small living room that had become your infirmary, noticing the vast collection of books, wooden figurines of great creatures and general Eris-ness about the place. The inspection made Eris shuffle slightly in his seat until you caught him watching you. You smiled back, swinging your legs to stand again, Craos moved from your side to the other end of the couch. 

“Careful walking YN, I had to threaten the life of a healer to fix that ankle” He smirked but the worry was still written across his amber eyes. You took one or two shaky steps before stopping, Eris fixating his eyes on every movement as Craos seemingly decided to take things into her own hands…or paws. She suddenly jumped from the couch, knocking into the back of your knees, sending your shaking legs from under you. Eris was quicker to react than you, taking hold of your outstretched arms and saving you from imprinting your face on the coffee table. 

“Saving you for the second time” He smiled down at you, allowing you to shift your weight for him to support you, his hands finding your waist to steady you. 

“Maybe I’ll return the favour sometime and not drown you” You laughed again, your hands taking hold of his shoulders for greater balance.

“I have a weird feeling YN that you could save me in another way” He cut off any questioning you might have, your lips meeting his with a delicatness you didn’t know any male could have let alone one of the most feared.  You were suddenly pulled away from him by the feeling of paws on your good foot. You both looked down to Craos who stood knowingly between you both, looking up with adoration at her two favourites fae, making you both laugh. 

“Good girl Croas, very very good girl” Eris beamed down at her before looking back at you again, his new found salvation.

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ISSUE #1: MARK’S ORGINS 🕷️

ISSUE #2: THE MAKING OF A HERO 🕷️

For the next few weeks, y/n and Mark spent an increasing amount of time together. Every day after school, they would head straight to y/n's house, which had basically become Mark’s superhero 101 training grounds.

The routine was established quickly: they'd drop their bags at the door and head straight to the backyard, where y/n already had a training area set up. Because y/n had been trained in combat from the minute she exited the womb, she made a pretty damn good teacher. She would make Mark spar for hours, not stopping until he couldn’t move a muscle.

Mark, despite coming a long way from when they first started, still found himself on the losing end every time, but each loss only made him want to work harder and harder. He had to prove to y/n he was worthy enough.

Outside of the tedious training. y/n helped Mark research about the spider, scouring through scientific journals, news articles, and even sub-reddit conspiracy forums to gather every scrap of information they could possibly find.

At each training session, y/n made sure to mark down and careful observe Mark’s abilities. She noted every nuance, every change, every new detail. From there she was able to, to weigh his strengths and weaknesses, applying it to training making sure he can get out of every possible scenario.

Despite the intensity of their training, there were moments of rest. They would take breaks to snack on y/n's homemade cookies or binge stupid tiktok’s they found on each others fyps. In those moments, they could feel each other becoming more and more comfortable with one another.

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As the week came to an end, y/n had happily invited Mark to join her and Haechan for a movie night. Mark, brimming with excitement, swiftly made his way out of his room, only to be intercepted by his aunt just before stepping out the door.

"Where exactly are you running off to again? You've been going out a lot lately," his aunt lightly scolded, a knowing glint in her eye.

Mark scratched his neck nervously, struggling to come up with a proper response. "Uh, I'm going to a friend's house... I mean, I've been going to a friend's house," he stumbled over his words.

His aunt eyed him curiously, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. "Uh huh, and does this friend have a name?" she inquired looking him up and down.

"Y/n—her name is y/n. We go to school together," Mark replied quickly, hoping to evade further interrogation from his nosy auntie.

"A GIRL! Oh my god, my little Minhyung is growing up!" his aunt exclaimed, her excitement evident as she squeezed his cheeks affectionately. "Wait, why didn't you tell me you had a girlfriend, Minhyung?" she added, playfully scolding him and insisting that he invite y/n over for dinner.

Mark sighed, patiently explaining to his aunt that y/n was just a friend who happened to be a girl, and that they weren't dating. His aunt chuckled knowingly, giving him a knowing look before shooing him out the door.

"Oh, and Honey, one more thing," his aunt called after him as he turned to leave.

Mark paused, turning back to face her. "Use protection!" she shouted, earning a groan from Mark as he dashed off, his aunt's laughter echoing behind him as she closed the door.

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Texting back and forth, Mark impatiently waits outside, his fingers tapping anxiously on his phone screen as he texts y/n.

mark 🕷️: yo I'm right outside & it's cold,so please open the door.

y/n 🎧 : yo who is this????

mark 🕷️: ihy sm.

Finally, the door swings open, revealing y/n standing there with a warm smile. Mark, bundled up in a hoodie and baggy pants against the cold, returns her smile as he steps inside quickly trying to escape the cold air.

"Sup, Mark," Haechan greets, rising from the couch to dap Mark up before they settle on to the couch together. Y/n smiles at them both before heading to the kitchen to whip up some popcorn for their movie night. She pops the buttery goodness in her mouth as she rejoins them on the couch, sandwiching herself between Haechan and Mark.

As the movie begins to play, the trio immediately focus on the screen, their laughter and mid-movie talking filling the room. They transition from loud conversations to moments of silence, absorbed in the film's emotional rollercoaster. At one point, tears threaten to spill from Haechan and Mark’s eyes as y/n giggles at their dramatics.

Before the movie could even end, both Haechan and Mark leaned against each other softly snoring dead asleep. Chuckling softly at the sight, y/n reaches for her phone, thinking this is the perfect time for a funny candid picture to embarrass the boys with later. However, before she can even open the camera app, Mark stirs awake, disrupting her mischief with a sleepy smile.

"Uhh, y/n, what are you doing?" Mark questions, slightly startling the girl.

"Uhhh, shit, oh, nothing, I was just making sure you didn’t choke on my brother's drool the way you guys were sleeping," y/n retorts quickly, causing Mark to laugh embarrassedly and wipe his mouth just in case.

She laughs at his reaction before poking Mark on his cheek.

"Hey, Mark, I have a surprise for you," y/n says, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. Mark perks up at this, his curiosity piqued, as y/n grabs his arm and leads him to her backyard.

She urges him to close his eyes as she opens the back door, taking his hand and guiding him outside. When he uncovers his eyes, Mark finds a big paper bag covered in spider stickers and cute little spiderwebs. "TA-DA," y/n announces proudly as she signals for Mark to uncover his eyes.

Mark chuckles at the sight of the decorated paper bag. "Oh, dope, you got me a decorated paper bag. I've always wanted this," he jokes, but y/n urges him to open the bag.

Mark grabs the bag, raising an eyebrow at its weight. He carefully removes the tissue paper and discovers a red and blue skin-tight suit with a dark black spider emblem on it. He notices that the suit even has a hoodie attached, reminding him of the day he saved y/n in the alley while wearing a hoodie himself.

He then pulls out a matching mask and notices a rectangular box in the bag. Curious, he opens it and finds a cool technological device that looks like it should go on his wrists. "It’s for your webs. It’ll help you aim them better and make them stronger," y/n explains, smiling at her friend's reaction.

Before y/n can say another word, Mark embraces her tightly, expressing his gratitude. "Thank you so much, y/n. Seriously, this is so fucking awesome. When did you even have the time to do this? It's just... wow?!"

Y/n laughs with him, enjoying his excitement. "You wanna try it on and test these bad boys out?" she suggests, raising an eyebrow daringly.

"HELL YEAH," Mark responds enthusiastically, scrambling to the bathroom to try on his new gifts.

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Mark can’t help but admire himself in the mirror. He also couldn’t help but laugh, at the fact that his cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. This was easily the best gift he’s ever gotten. The fabric hugged his frame perfectly, and he can't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through him. He genuinely felt like a real deal superhero.

"OKAY, princess, quit checking yourself out in the bathroom and come out. We've got some brainstorming to do," y/n calls out, knocking on the door.

Mark fumbles with the door, a bit embarrassed at the fact that he had been staring at himself for so long. "Sorry, you were taking forever. I was almost gonna break the do--" y/n starts before her gaze trails over Mark's figure. "Whew, that fits nicely in all the right places... Turn around real quick, Mark."

Mark hesitantly complies, turning around as instructed. "Yeah, your butt looks great. Any villain would be intimidated by that," y/n jokes, causing Mark to giggle slightly, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"So let’s get down to business... You have the skills, you have the suit, and all you need now is a superhero name," y/n declares, beaming at Mark.

"Now, I've compiled a list of super awesome amazing brilliant names I've come up with, or I've found in articles from your recent crime-fighting, and by articles I mean tweets. Now let’s pick one out," y/n continues, excitedly.

"Spider-boy," y/n suggests.

"I'm a grown-ass man. Why would I go by that?" Mark responds.

"Okay... What about Arachne Man?" y/n proposes.

"Hell no," Mark replies.

"Uhhh, Super Spider 3000?"

"What's with the 3,000, y/n?" Mark questions.

"I don't know, I thought it sounded kinda cool." y/n shrugs.

“The Weaver?”

"That makes me sound like an old lady in a knitting club," Mark protests, running his hand through his hair in frustration.

"Okay... How about Your Amazing Friendly Neighbor Spider-Man?" y/n suggests, sounding a bit exasperated.

Mark considers the name for a moment, running it over in his mind. "You know what, y/n, that's not half bad... Just a bit long, I will say."

"Jesus Christ, you motherfucking idiots, why not just Spider-Man?" Haechan interjects, finally chiming in from his spot on the couch.

"That's probably the smartest thing you've ever uttered," y/n teases her brother before turning back to Mark. "So, what do you think?"

"Spider-Man... I like it," Mark responds with a grin as y/n yelps out a big YES!

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"Testing 123... 321... Amazing Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, can you hear me over?" y/n's voice crackles over the intercom built into Mark's hood.

"I heard you after the testing... Also, aren't we shortening the name?" Mark questions as he gracefully swings from building to building.

"Sorry, it's just so catchy! Just testing to make sure you can hear me all good over the intercom," y/n responds from her laptop in her room.

"Well, I can," Mark confirms.

"Okay, good. I'm gonna power up the camera feed on your suit so I can navigate you the right way," y/n explains.

"THERE'S A CAMERA ON HERE?!" Mark exclaims, amazed.

"Yup! There's one built into the spider on your suit, and then there are a couple on your mask, so whatever you see, I can see," y/n confirms.

"Jesus Christ, this is giving me motion sickness. Do you ever get sick swinging from those damn webs?" y/n asks, hearing mark chuckle in her intercom.

"No, I'll have to take you for a ride one day," Mark responds, almost confidently, before adding with a stammered, "if you want."

"I'll have to take you up for that one day, Spider-Boy... For now, let's focus on getting you out of this mission alive," y/n finishes.

"ALIVE?! I COULD DIE?!" Mark's voice rises in panic.

"Mhmm, there's like a 50% chance... But you'll be okay. NOW MARK, A SHARP LEFT!" y/n directs, a bit muffled.

"Are you eating chips right now?!" Mark questions, swinging to the left.

"Uhh—nooo," y/n denies, crunching on another chip before changing the subject.

"Okay, so here's the rundown: BABY'S FIRST DRUG BUST," y/n announces.

"You say this like you've done one before," Mark retorts, but y/n goes silent for a moment before giggling.

"ANYWAYS, back to the subject at hand. In exactly 10 minutes, you're gonna arrive in Hell's Kitchen," y/n explains.

"That sounds like fun," Mark says sarcastically before y/n shushes him.

"There's some big meeting happening in one of the buildings I'm navigating you to. Supposedly, it's some kind of drug trafficking scheme run by Wilson Fisk. I'm sure you know who that is, right...?" y/n prompts.

"Kingpin?" Mark responds.

"Yes, him! The meeting is gonna be all sorts of big drug lord mafia guy wannabes. Your job is to interfere with the truck shipments. I don't know exactly how yet, but you have to stop it from going anywhere," y/n instructs.

"Okay, got it... Hell's Kitchen, beat some bad guys, and stop drugs. Okay, makes enough sense," Mark acknowledges.

"AHT! This is supposed to be a stealth mission, Mark. Whatever you do, DO NOT interfere with the meeting. They don't need to know you're there. Just stop the truckloads. The only people you should be interfering with are the drivers," y/n emphasizes.

"Got it," Mark says hesitantly, listening.

“Okay, Mark, swing right, and there should be a big building leading down that alley," y/n directs.

Mark gives a sound of acknowledgment before landing on top of a large building. He carefully surveys the area, making sure he can't see anyone.

"Okay, Mark, this may be a bit risky, but see if you can get in through a vent and record audio of everything going down," y/n suggests.

"Okay," Mark whispers, finding a vent that he barely fits inside.

"Okay, so what you're gonna do is carefully press the spider that's on your chest," y/n instructs.

Mark follows her guidance, watching as a tiny spider emerges from the big spider print on his chest, crawling down the vent.

“What the hell?!” Mark exclaims in awe.

“Oh yes, that’s a mini spider camera mic thingy me and Haechan worked really hard to develop for you,” y/n says casually. “It should be able to record everything going on. When the meeting is over, press the spider on your chest again, and it’ll come back. For now, just sit tight until it’s over.”

Mark hums in agreement, half wondering about what’s going on in the meeting and half wondering about what other surprises lay in his suit.

Y/n pulls Mark out of his thoughts, her voice coming in sternly. “Okay, I’m loading everything recording onto my computer. Look to see if they’re moving yet.” Mark gives a quick yes and looks through the shielded vents, observing a bunch of suited men carefully. “I think they’re wrapping it up,” Mark says.

“Gotcha, I’m gonna give you some instructions on how to leave. You should end up on top of the building facing the loading truck,” y/n directs.

Mark begins to move before he sharply pauses when he hears the room below him suddenly go silent. An alarm sounds, and the men below start talking about a "rat."

“Uhhh, y/n... I think they might have heard me,” Mark reports.

“Aht, okay... Keep following the exit instructions. I’m gonna get you out of here. Return back here immediately,” y/n says sternly as she types some commands on the computer. “But the mission?” Mark protests before y/n cuts him off, insisting once again to come back immediately.

Mark safely exits the vent, standing on the building, watching the few trucks he sees as he observes some men loading them up. He takes a deep breath before muttering a sorry and diving down there.

“Mark, you fucking idiot,” y/n says, screaming over the intercom before it goes silent on both sides.

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Y/n screams, shutting her laptop with a snap, and jumps off her bed. She quickly paces to Haechan’s room, whisking the door open.

“Woah, woah, I could’ve been naked or, better yet, jacking off. What happened to knocking?” Haechan yells.

“Shut up and grab your car keys. Something went wrong with the plan, and now Mark is going to get himself killed. We need to do something about it,” y/n says quickly as Haechan groans, heading to the garage to get his car out. Y/n rushes to the garage, typing a code into a safe before taking a briefcase out and hopping into Haechan’s sleek black sports car.

"Told you he wasn’t ready, and now you’re gonna get your only friend killed," Haechan says, whistling. "Shut the fuck up and drive," y/n says, clearly annoyed.

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"Sup, guys! Did I crash the drug dealing party, or is there still room for one more?" Mark says, trying not to show how nervous he was to the group of crooks.

"Who the hell are you, tough guy?" some guy says, sizing Mark up before spitting on the ground next to him.

Mark slowly backs up before accidentally tripping over his own foot. "Fuck," he exclaims, falling down as he sees the men crowd around him, getting ready to attack. Mark quickly shoots a web, hitting one guy in the face before swiftly jumping up and punching someone to his left.

"Hey, guys, it’s not nice to jump people! Ten versus one, now that’s unfair," Mark says, swiftly spraying his webs, sticking two bad guys together as they hit the ground with a thump. Before Mark could take a break, he hears gunshots and quickly jumps up, sticking to a wall to avoid it before carefully shooting out his webs, taking the gun from one of the bad guys.

"COME ONNN! What happened to hand-to-hand combat? You guys are killing me here," Mark says, jumping down in front of another. He winds his fist back, getting ready to punch the guy in the face before he gets a tingling sensation and turns around to see a giant man towering over him.

"Hey, Big Guy, let’s take it easy now," Mark says as the man gruffly laughs at him.

"I knew there was some annoying insect ruining my plans," the man says in a deep voice, closing in on the boy.

"Ah, well, actually, spiders aren’t insects," Mark says matter-of-factly, getting ready to shoot his webs before he’s thrown roughly into a wall, groaning in pain at the impact. “I’ve heard about you," the man says, briskly leaning over him.

Mark coughs; he swears he can taste metal in his mouth before he’s cut off again, getting punched. "Some low little sorry excuse of a hero, stopping petty crime, tcht," Kingpin says, his voice laced with venom.

"Well, now is where you get crushed, spider-boy," Kingpin says, raising his fist again before Mark quickly musters his strength to get up, dodging the attack and landing a swift, hard punch in his opponent's face.

Fisk barely flies back but chuckles, wiping where Mark had hit him. "Not bad," he exclaims, getting ready to retaliate.

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"TURN HERE!" y/n's urgent command pierced the air as Haechan slammed the brakes, the tires screeching in protest. "If I don’t come back in 15 minutes tops, I want you to know that one time I let Jaemin take your car to a party, and that's why the paint looks slightly different on one side. He made me promise not to tell you," y/n confessed in a rush, while Haechan muttered something along the lines of hoping she wouldn't return.

Swiftly, y/n snatched the case, darting into an alley to change into the sleek, black attire inside the case . A mask obscured everything but her eyes as she armed herself with two lengthy black electrical escrima sticks. Emerging from the alley with a determined stride, she set out to locate Mark.

Breathless, y/n stealthily approached Mark's location. Her heart caught in her throat as she witnessed most of Kingpin's henchmen strewn unconscious, only to find Mark, weakened and bleeding, slumped against the wall as Kingpin pummeled him relentlessly.

"Fucking dumbass" y/n muttered, taking a deep breath before springing into action with catlike agility. "Hope there's room for one more," she exclaimed, aiming to divert Kingpin's attention from his assault on Mark.

Kingpin's laughter echoed as he turned his attention to the smaller figure before him. "This is who came to save you, Spider-boy? Oh dear, you're both as good as dead," he taunted.

Launching himself at y/n, Kingpin found himself thwarted by her flawless agility. She retaliated swiftly, delivering a jolt of electricity with her weapon, causing Kingpin to recoil in agony. Annoyed, he lunged again, only to be met with another swift dodge, as y/n striked him somewhere solidifying the fact he probably wont be having any kids anytime soon. He crumbles in pain as y/n eyes quickly meets Mark’s body.

Rushing to Mark's side, y/n hoisted him up, supporting his weight as they fled, knowing Kingpin would soon recover. They dashed from the alley, Mark's pained groans echoing through the street. Pressing an intercom in her ear, y/n reached out to Haechan for assistance.

“Earth to Haechan, are you there?" she pleaded desperately.

"Dammit, you're alive," Haechan's voice crackled through the earpiece.

"Not the time for jokes; Mark is badly hurt. We need to get him back home ASAP. Can you track my location? He's weighing me down, and at this rate, I don't think we'll make it back in one piece," y/n stammers in a rush.

"I got you. I'll be there in 5 minutes tops," Haechan assured, the engine revving to life.

While supporting Mark, y/n raced as fast as she could, her senses on high alert to evade any pursuers. "Dammit, Mark," she muttered, observing his agonized state.

“Hurry, get in!" Haechan's urgent voice echoed as a group of men closed in on them. Swiftly, y/n ushered Mark into the back seat, taking her place beside Haechan, urging him to step on it.

Haechan navigated the streets with precision, maneuvering crazily to shake off their pursuers. Finally, they arrived home, the garage offering a brief break from the chaos outside.

Together they carried Mark to the living room, laying him gently on the floor, both sighing at his injuries.

“Go get the first aid kit," y/n commanded, her voice slightly hoarse, as she swiftly began to strip away Mark's bloodied clothing to assess his injuries. Haechan darts off, returning moments later with the first aid kit clutched tightly in his grasp.

Y/n sighs as she tended to Mark's wounds. His eyelids fluttered, struggling to remain open as waves of drowsiness washed over him.

"He's gonna have a giant headache when he wakes up," Haechan remarked, a note of concern lacing his words. Y/n shot him a wry look, her eyes brimming with exhaustion and tears as she finished up his bandages. "Just take him to one of the guest rooms so he can rest," she instructed, her tone firm yet full of concern for her friend.

Haechan nods in understanding, carefully lifting Mark's limp form into his arms. With a gentle touch, he cradled his friend, carrying him away to a guest room where he could recuperate in peace. As they disappeared from view, y/n exhaled a weary sigh, her mind racing with thoughts of the night's events, her hands cover her face as she can only think of what could have happened to Mark.

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When Mark finally awoke, he was greeted by a pounding headache, his consciousness slowly emerging from the depths of hell. Groaning softly, he blinked, attempting to figure out where he was. The memories of the brutal encounter with Kingpin's henchmen flooded back, each blow replaying in his mind and it was like he could feel the pain all over again.

Struggling to push past the throbbing pain, Mark sat up abruptly, his gaze scanning the room in confusion. His eyes fell upon a note perched on the bedside table, it urging him to meet y/n into the backyard. He takes a deep breath, rising from the bed, as his legs unsteady beneath him make his way to the backyard.

As he stepped into the familiar place, he spotted y/n seated on a weathered bench, her silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of moonlight. She turned her head, sensing his presence, and offered a gentle smile as he carefully approached, slightly limping in pain.

“Hey," he murmured, his voice hoarse from sleeping as he joined her on the bench. Before he could utter another word, y/n's hand collided with his cheek in a resounding slap, leaving a bright red mark on his left side. Mark winced, his gaze dropping as he slightly whines.

"I deserved that," he admitted, his tone apologetic.

y/n's expression softened, though traces of anger flickered in her eyes. "You're an idiot, you know that," she half-yelled , her voice carrying a mixture of frustration and concern. "If I say come back, you come back immediately. You could've died out there."

Mark's shoulders sagged, his gaze fixed on the ground. "I know... I wasn't thinking. I just wanted to prove that I could do it, that all of your training was paying off," he admitted, a sense of disappointment filled the air. y/n looks at the boy softly before shaking her head attempting to break the tension

“It is paying off. From what was left of Kingpin's men, you did pretty great, Spider-Man," she reassured, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Mark nodded, appreciative as his eyes met her gaze. They both sit in silence, a distant rumble of thunder echoed through the night sky, signaling the onset of rain. Y/n tilted her head back, gazing as the sky, a smile gracing her lips as droplets danced upon her skin.

Mark watched her, captivated by the ethereal beauty of the made y/n’s h/c hair stick to her forehead which somehow, framed her features beautifully in the cool rain. Mark leans in closer, his heart pounding in his chest. As he breaks the comfortable silence.

"Your eyes are pretty," he murmured softly, his breath mingling with hers in the cool night air.

“and your eye is very swollen.”

y/n's playful retort was met with a soft smile, her fingers brushing against his swollen eye and then equally swollen lip with a tender touch.

"Promise me you won't do something dumb like this again?" y/n demands, her voice slightly shaking.

Mark shook his head gently, a tender smile playing on his lips as he leaned in to plant a soft kiss on the girl's plush lips. "I can't promise I won't do anything dumb," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, "but I promise I'll always bounce right back."

With that he embraced her in his warm arms as, they watched the gentle patter of raindrops.

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It had been nearly a week since y/n last saw Mark. His absence from school and the silence of his phone left her restless, her mind couldn’t help but overthink everything that had gone down last week.

"What if my breath stank, and that's why he's avoiding me?" she exclaimed, as she vented to her brother, who was engrossed in a video game, only half-listening to her concerns.

"It probably did, like it does right now," Haechan quipped, a smirk playing on his lips as y/n rose to switch off his playstation , her irritation reaching its peak. "Why did you do that? I was about to level up!" Haechan protested, his pleas falling on deaf ears as y/n stood her ground.

"Because you were being mean," she retorted, hands firmly planted on her hips, her frustration bubbling over. "Why don't you have any friends to annoy with this mess?" Haechan grumbled, shooting his sister a disgruntled glare.

"Because people are meaner," y/n sighed, sinking onto the couch beside her brother. "What if he's dead or got kidnapped, and I'm just overreacting?" she mused aloud.

"Well, at least if he's dead, I don't have to hear you talk about this again," Haechan retorts, earning himself a punch from his sister before she stormed off to her room, frustration etched into every line of her face. Seated before her makeup desk, y/n resolved that if Mark was still alive, she'd knock some sense into him.

Adjusting her dress and pulling out an annoying wedgie, y/n stood before the doorway of a quaint, beautiful house, her heart pounding in her chest as she rang the doorbell.

The door swung open, revealing a middle-aged woman whose warm smile instantly eased y/n's nerves. "Hello, dear," the woman greeted, her eyes twinkling with kindness as she greeted the girl.

She smiles again before saying, "give me a sec." With a wink, as she vanished behind the door. From behind the closed door, y/n could hear the muffled voices very clearly, giggling at what was being said.

"Benji, you would not believe it! Mark has brought a girl home, and she's beautiful at that," the woman exclaimed.

When the door finally opened, the older lady reappeared, this time accompanied by a man whose almost warmer smile put her even more at ease. "And who might you be, young lady?" he asks, friendly as ever.

Returning the smile, the girl nodded before speaking, her voice cheerful than usual and very respectful. "Hi! I'm y/n. I've heard so many nice things about you, Mr. and Mrs. Park," she said, extending her hand for a handshake. To her surprise, Mrs. Park enveloped her in a warm hug, squeezing the girl tightly.

"You have to excuse Jennie; she's a hugger, and Mark doesn't have many friends over, let alone girls, so it's a big deal," the older man chuckled, breaking the moment with laughter before ushering her inside.

As she settled into a seat, Mrs. Park's went on and on not knowing in advance about y/n's visit, promising to bake a cake for her next time. y/n simply thanked her profusely, a genuine smile not leaving her face.

"Just sit tight, dear. Mark will be home soon. You know how he is, always ripping and running," Mrs. Park reassured her. As y/n nods in agreement.

y/n's anticipation peaked as she heard the door creak open, and Mark's aunt rushed to greet him. "Minhyung! You have a visitor here. Next time, give me a heads up before your girlfriend comes; I would've baked a cake," she scolded, her playful reprimand filling the room.

Caught off guard, Mark's eyes widened as they met y/n's, a flicker of surprise in his gaze. "Oh, Minhyung, hi!" y/n greeted him with an overly cheery tone, her demeanor sending a shiver down his spine for reasons he couldn't explain.

As Aunt Park suggested they retreat to Mark's room, he led y/n upstairs, his mind racing with questions. "How did you find my house?" he finally blurted out, his surprise evident.

"Why are you avoiding me, Minhyung?" y/n countered, her eyebrow arching as she studied him intently. Mark's gaze darted away, avoiding her intense eyes as he struggled to find an answer.

"I've been busy," he replied, his words sounding hollow even to his own ears as he stared at a poster behind her.

y/n sighed, frustration bubbling to the surface. "Busy? Doing what? You haven't been at school, you haven't texted me back since our fight, since we kissed—never mind," she trailed off, her voice tinged with disappointment.

Sensing her frustration, Mark joined her on the bed, his eyes fixed on the floor before meeting hers. "I just—" he began, only to be cut off by y/n's exasperated interruption.

You just what!," she snapped, her annoyance cutting through the air like a knife.

"I just... I don't want to disappoint you like I did last time. So I've been training hard and staying up all hours of the night so I can prove to you that I can take this whole superhero thing seriously, for real," he confessed feeling the most vulnerable he’s ever felt with anyone.

As y/n softened her gaze, she observes him more closely, noticing a few bruises peeking out from beneath his clothes, concealed with makeup to avoid his aunt's prying eyes.

y/n sighed, her hand reaching out to grasp his. "I'm not disappointed in you at all, Mark. I really do believe in you," she reassured him, her touch gentle as she moved to caress his face, locking eyes with him. He bit his lip, his gaze lingering on her before he leaned in, craving the softness of her lips against his. As their kiss deepened, he tasted the faint sweetness of her strawberry lip gloss, savoring it all despite the stickiness it left behind. In that moment, he felt like he could kiss her forever, losing himself in the warmth of her lips.

Breaking apart, they both gasped for breath, their eyes locked in an intense gaze, pupils dilated. Mark opened his mouth to speak, his voice barely above a whisper. "You know, you were my first kiss," he confessed, his gaze dropping to the floor. "To be honest, y/n, you're my first real friend too," he admitted

"You're so funny, snarky, and beautiful, and I don't want to disappoint you or mess anything up," he continued, his emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

"For the first time since my parents died and i had to live with my aunt and uncle , since l've moved from place to place, for once, I feel like I belong, and I have someone who cares about me, and that's you," he confessed, his voice cracking with emotion. y/n reached out to comfort him, gently stroking his head as he let his tears fall.

They sat together in a comfortable silence, finding comfort in each other's embrace until Auntie Park's voice shattered the sentimental moment. "Y/N, Mark, dinner is ready!" she called out, barging into the room with a cheerful smile, only to pause as she caught sight of them holding each other.

"Auntie," Mark groaned, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he urged her for privacy. With a playful giggle, Auntie Park retreated, reminding them to be safe before disappearing, leaving Y/n and Mark to exchange amused glances.

With a shared chuckle, they eventually straightened themselves up, and made their way to downstairs for dinner.

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"Thank you so much for dinner, Mrs. Park," y/n said, enveloping the older lady in a warm hug as she and Mark stood outside the doorway.

"Anytime, my dear. You're welcome anytime," Mrs. Park replied, her gaze shifting to her nephew. "Minhyung, make sure she gets home safe," she instructed, her concern evident in her tone. Mark nodded , offering a quick "Yes, ma'am" before hugging his aunt.

As they walked side by side to y/n’s house, they go back and forth catching each other up on their week. When they finally reached her door, y/n punched in the security code, only to find her brother not there.

"Hey, Mark, do you wanna maybe watch a movie? Haechan isn't here, so..." y/n trailed off, a mischievous glint in her eye as she heads towards her bedroom. Mark's smile widened at the invitation, and he followed her inside without hesitation.

The night started out innocently enough for y/n and Mark as they lounged on y/n’s bed. It was nothing out of the ordinary; they had done this dozens of times at this point, after every hangout or training session. But this time, it felt different.

As the movie played on, y/n couldn't help but sneak sidelong glances at her friend. She didn’t even know what they were; they had kissed twice but never taken it further than that. Lost in thought, she couldn’t help but gaze at Mark, eyeing his chiseled features and toned physique in his white tank top and unbuttoned polo. For some reason, it made her heart flutter, and her thoughts started drifting to things she knew would never happen.

But GOD she wanted Mark badly. She wanted to rip his clothes off and fuck the nerd out of him. Now, this wasn't the first time she had such thoughts.

A few fantasies had slipped into her mind here and there, especially after a sweaty training session or even after he kissed her that first time. All she could think about was him.

Now, y/n wasn't a virgin (thanks to Jeno at summer camp a few years back), but it had been quite some time, and even then, she still lacked experience. And then there was Mark. She knew for a fact that this man was a virgin, mostly because y/n just so happened to be his first kiss.

y/n sighed quietly , feeling as though the air had thickened with tension, but she waved it off as her hormones being crazy.

“ah what are you thinking about?”

y/n snaps back to reality hearing mark’s voice question her.

"Ah, nothing," y/n stammered, her face heating up. Mark looked her up and down before slightly laughing. For some reason, his laugh sounded extra beautiful today, pulling at y/n's heartstrings. "If it's nothing, why are your cheeks turning pink?" Mark questioned, tilting his head.

y/n sighed again, unable to resist any longer. She leaned in and captured his lips in a heat-searing kiss. It started off a bit slow, each of them carefully kissing one another, trying to find a steady pace.

But as soon as y/n heard a small whine from Mark, the kissing quickly deepened, hands began to roam over one another.

y/n squeezed Mark's arms, feeling his muscles, as Mark gently put his hand on y/n’s back, softly rubbing it. "Do you wanna take this off?" Mark asked between kisses, gesturing to y/n's shirt, to which she nodded, letting him take it off.

"Wow, you're so gorgeous," Mark exclaimed, looking at her toned body, kissing her body, causing shivers to go up her spine as she urged him to take his shirt off. Mark obliged, pulling it off swiftly in one motion, showing off his sculpted body. "Whew, I really got you right, huh?" the girl giggled, sliding into Mark's lap as he simply hummed, going back into kiss her before she broke apart, before he could protest.

She began to trail kisses down his neck and across his chiseled torso. Mark groaned with pure pleasure; he could feel his cock twitching in his pants as his body overheated with need. He'd never felt like this before, and he couldn't get enough of it. As if by instinct, his superhuman strength took over, and he flipped y/n swiftly, pinning her down on her soft mattress, causing a small yelp to leave her mouth.

y/n's eyes widened at the surprising gesture. Mark's eyes widened as well as he went to apologize for being too rough before y/n cut him off, saying she liked it, getting another well-earned moan out of Mark. He couldn't help but pause again to just look at her beauty and melt in it.

"You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen," he said, sighing as he watched her take off her bra.

She smiled, throwing her bra across the room before pulling his face down to meet hers.

"Quit talking and show me," she said, giggling, getting a "Yes, ma'am" from Mark as he began to trail kisses all over her body, eliciting so many beautiful noises he could get lost in.

He kissed carefully between her thighs before his fingers trailed her clothed pussy. He groaned at the wetness from her panties as she moaned at the light touch of his fingers.

"Can I take these off?" Mark asked, dazed.

"Mhmm," Y/N eagerly agreed as she watched Mark loop his fingers in her panties before taking them off.

"Fuckkkk. I need to taste you," Mark groaned as he gazed at her cunt, all sticky and wet, just waiting for him.

y/n let out a measly please before Mark opened her legs and his mouth latched onto her cunt. Mark's tongue moved fast and then slow, a bit confused on what to do but somehow still enjoying himself as he got lost in the taste.

y/n slightly giggled, looking down at him before bucking her hips, urging Mark to follow the same pace with his tongue.

And that's all Mark needed before y/n was rhythmically riding his tongue, both of their minds lost in pleasure, as y/n went down to fist Mark's hair.

"Aa-h, tastes sooo good," he moaned in between eating out her cunt. He looked up with the biggest puppy eyes, his chin wet before tilting his head and asking y/n if he's doing "good." Something about Mark being in between her legs, eyes all big and chin all wet, practically begging for praise only made y/n get wetter.

"Mhmm, doing so good, Markie, so good baby," y/n stammered as Mark moaned at the nickname, as he went a bit faster, soaking up all her juices on his tongue.

"M-Mark, slow down, l'm gonna-" y/n huffed out, trying to pull away from him as he held her down, going a bit faster.

He moaned against her cunt, making her head spin and legs shake from pleasure.

He pinned her thighs down, lapping her pussy up a few more times before he felt her thighs clench around him, her voice gets higher and he felt even more wetness on his face as he lapped up her cum. He moaned at the taste as y/n backed up, overstimulated from pleasure.

"Mark, ah, enough, uhh," y/n moaned as the boy quickly sat up, giving the girl a sorry as she giggled & trying to catch her breath.

She sat up on the bed, looking at him with such adoration. "You did such a good job, thank you," she said, smiling.

"Ah, you taste really good, I could do it for hours," Mark said shamelessly as y/n eyed his pants.

"Do you want me to help you too?" y/n asked, staring at Mark's hard cock in his pants.

Mark nodded before opening his mouth."I want to be in you... if that's okay," he said sheepishly, like he didn't just eat her pussy like he hasn't eaten in years. y/n giggled before laying on the bed, gesturing for Mark to take off his pants.

He groaned, pulling them down, and y/n almost passed out as his cock sprung from his underwear.

"What the fuck Mark, you're huge," y/n groaned, a bit shocked.

"Yeah, I think it had something to do with the spider bite," Mark playfully joked before hovering on top of Y/N.

"I don't have a condom," Mark said quickly, getting ready to get off the bed before Y/N stopped him.

"No worries, I'm on birth control," Y/N said, making Mark grin widely.

"Ah, okay-uh, one more thing," Mark quickly added, not wanting to ruin the moment anymore.

"Mhmm?"y/n asked, curious.

"I just really like you, and we spend so much time together, and we've kissed, and now we are doing this, but I just... please be my girlfriend," Mark said sincerely, looking into the girl's eyes.

y/n smiled, giggling before saying a yes.

"Okay, yes, but ask me again when your dick isn't out, Mr. Romantic," y/n said, making Mark warm up a bit at his sudden outburst.

"Now come here, Spider-boy, I need you," and with carnal speed, Mark was on top of y/n trailing kisses down her neck again, feverishly kissing and bitting her lips trying to get those sweet noises out he lips again.

"Can I please?" Mark moaned as y/n nodded, signaling him to put it in. Mark groaned one last time, getting a good look at the beautiful woman under him before slowly sliding the tip in her even wetter cunt, causing a moan from both of them.

"Fuckkkkkk, you feel so good and warm and fuckk, oh my god, I feel so wow," Mark blubbered in pleasure as he pushed in deeper.

"Oh my god, y/n, you're clenching so fucking tight around my cock, you're so fucking wet I can't," Mark said mindlessly as y/n groaned at the words coming out of his mouth. Mark started to go slowly, rhythmically, as they both moaned in unison at how good it felt.

"Fuck, baby, you're so pretty and tight," Mark threw his head back, speeding up his hips, not stopping anytime soon.

"Mm, Markie, so big... I'm so full," y/n stuttered as Mark went even faster at the praise.

"Mhmm, yeah, baby, it's good?" Mark moaned out softly, caressing y/n's face with his hand.

"So-so good,"y/n whimpered, eyes rolled back in pleasure.

Mark took one more good look at y/n before his hips stuttered, he came into y/n's warm cunt, his mouth spewing out loud "fucks" and "baby" as he slowly fell on top of y/n, lost in bliss.

y/n caught her breath before laughing a bit, holding the boy tight in her arms.

"You did so good, Markie, I'm proud of you," she said quietly into his ear as the boy gave her a quiet "thank you."

They both lay there for a while in each other's arms, comfortable.

"Hey, y/n?"

"Mm, yes, Markie?"

"Do you wanna be my girlfriend?" Mark asked again, giggling.

"Of course I do. Now let's go get cleaned up; you can stay the night if you want," y/n said, a smile hinting in her voice.

Mark got up, helping y/n off the bed as he carefully guided her to the bathroom, hand in hand with stupid smiles on both of their faces.

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did u guys see mark’s new accc and his posts??????! SPIDER MARK IS ALIVE AND WELL AHHH😭😭😭😭😭😭🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️🕷️💔💔💔 also i turned 20 LOL

[eyesore-boi]

MY EDGE OF SLEEP THOUGHTS

Usually I don't really do review posts, but I figured I should here since we need to get the word out more and I have things to s a y -

And yeah i know it technically already made it top 10...but it's going down again...sooo.....chop chop we gotta punch judge judy in the face again :]

SPOILER WARNING BELOW, OF COURSE, FOR BOTH THE TEOS SHOW A N D ORGINAL PODCAST, SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Mainly this is gonna be talking about all the changes they made in the story and my thoughts on them, comparing the podcast to the show, but most of them are actually pretty positive! So, with that said, let's start with one of the biggest changes, that being:

The Maniac: So I know some people are kinda on the fence bout this, but me personally I don't mind that they cut out The Maniac! I get some people liked how their was a bit of a threat at the hospital while they were trying to figure things out, and Dave having the big risk of loosing his balls (tho i love the reference they did with the radio that was great XD), but...I kinda think that went against the point of this apocalypse, of it being a literal silent killer and not being like how the end of the world is seen in movies of chaos and violence, so having the Maniac out gave the group more time to process the situation at hand. That and how it allowed them to talk more and really show the character connections, like the talk Katie and Dave had after he recalled when he carved the triangle on his chest (more on that later)! And sides, least to me, I always kinda thought the Maniac was...a liiiitle tacked on? Like, with the story always kinda relating to Dave and his nightmares, having the Maniac just be some, well, crazy fucked up guy kinda felt outta place. Like maaaaybe they could've related him directly to being on the elephant's side (the sticker on his van doesn't count, that was just foreshadowing), like he was an elephant follower and he was following Dave even before shit went down, but with him just being some guy doing fucked up things, felt just like a tacked on extra threat. (Also I always kinda found it a little unlikely Dave was so easily able to go on and do a buncha other stuff after being literally shot, but eeeh is fiiine i guess-) With that said though, with the Maniac's absence, it does lead me tooooo

Ruth: I actually really liked Ruth's addition a lot! Was refreshing to see one other person in the survivor group, even if you know from the get-go she probably wasn't gonna make it, but that's good for the story! To show us another person's perspective whose out of the loop, how everyone else around her is struggling to keep it a secret, and how she took the place of the Maniac's for the MRI scan was much more impactful, having more weight to the situation since she was innocent and just found out when she sleeps, she dies, and seeing how hard of was on Linda to do, just mwuah amazing acting all around, but again more on that later-

The Dream People: Another change that I actually like, and even prefer! Tbh in the podcast I kinda felt like the whale people/dream warriors were...kinda vauge on what exactly they are? I know they were probably gonna explain that more in Season 2, but i feel like they didn't really...explain enough? Like they were just some higher people/power, nearing a deus-ex-machina, the old man and his son (forgot their names sorry) kinda broke up the story for me whenever we cut back to them (tho i do love the cigarette bit between him and Dave, sad that didn't make it into the show), and i was fine with that but eeeh coulda been handled a little better, and it was in the show! I like it a lot better that little Davey was always dreaming about them alongside the nightmares, since to Dave (and to the viewers seeing this story for the first time) he wasn't really sure on who or what to trust, which only adds more to the mystery of it all! I also like how their home base is more clear and giving slight cult vibes, but hopefully with good intentions (again we'll see in Season 2), so looking forward to learning more about them, even if this time I'm a bit more satisfied on how they're presented!

Mateo: HE LIVED!!! :DD I was actually really suprised that Mateo survived the plane crash! And I don't think i mind that too much, tho i kinda prefer the podcast ver a liiitle more since it added a bit more to the hopelessness of the situation that literally half of the party was dead, but eh more people living the better! Plus I do think Mateo was pretty fun in the show, I liked him and Dave's friendship a lot, especially with him being with Dave when shit went down at the party rather then going home to play video games pantsless, and i liked how we saw him stand up for Dave for being weird, true bros (i also really like the hug Dave gave him when he agreed to fly for them, that was really nice), so I'm sure there's more of him to explore with his veteran background and stuff, so can't wait to see more of him for Season 2! ....maybe then he won't be so lucky oh god- :'D

The Moobles: So probably, like others, the moment I heard that TEOS was gonna get a TV show, there was one scene on particular that I immediately thought of that I was excited to actually see, and that was the fucking Moobles scene- So was I disappointed that we didn't exactly get that scene? ...Yeah, a little bit, but I do understand why we didn't get it, and what we got instead still served the same purpose well! For one, I'd understand why that scene would be a lot for a +14 rated show, even if there is some pretty good gore throughout the series, bit i get multiple self-stabbings can kinda cross the line, but another reason is...I just don't think they had the budget for it. Like- How would they do the Moobles? CGI? Puppets? Either way I'd love to see it, but I knew it'd be pretty pricey, so I get why the Moobles had to be cut, wish they least had a small reference like the Maniac did (maybe the Moobles playing on TV somewhere or a display case showing the "toy" would be cool), but hey, if we can only experience that horrifying scene in podcast form, well, I wouldn't mind at all! Still fucking horrific in sound form and I love it :'D And sides, I actually prefer the new change for Dave's scar this time around! Tho I like the viciousness of having slash marks all over his chest, i think the single triangle scar fits much more with the stories and is great forshadowing of what's to come, giving a more concrete, direct link between what Dave has gone/going through and the killing sleep going on rather than just the warning the Whale gave him before shit went down! And the scene of him cutting in the injury was still pretty unsettling even if not downright horrific like Moobles-

The Clock: The clock was....n e w - I do like the visual of it tho, since at first it seemed like it stopped and ticked back each time a person fell asleep, but i do wonder...why is that? Is time literally going back each time a person dies? Or is it symbolic of just someone's time being up? If that's the case, then why does sometimes it ticks back a single tick, while others it goes back several? (Think an example of that was when Ruth was bout to die but i think i may be missremembering) I still like the addition tho, just wish it was a l i t t l e more clear, that's all :']

Katie: So even if there are some slight changes to her (like how she doesn't have the cast anymore, which i kinda get, they kinda really brushed over that after Dave talked to her about it once in the podcast, so i get why it was cut), I really liked where they went with her! Course may be a l i t t l e bias since we knew Lio as Lady, and for both roles they absolutely crushed it, but- It was great seeing more details about Katie! Like implying more and more that she had a drug problem in the past and using her rehab advice on Dave was very fitting, and though it was sad knowing she wasn't going to make it in the end, still loved all her scenes! Especially the incredibly tense scene where Dave has to run miles to get to her house to make sure she doesn't sleep, passing by empty streets and sleeping bodies, and Katie (reasonably) hitting Dave on the head when he broke into her house, ooohoho that was good- And i remembered at first i was slightly surprised that Katie died in the plane rather than locking herself in the car, and at first i thought "Oh it's just to make it more impactful, for Dave to fly with his ex's corpse right next to him, so close to safety, yeah that's screwed up :/" ....then the ending cliffhanger shots were shown and ohohOHOHOHO THE SHOT OF KATIE IN THE WATER STARING DOWN THE CAMERA WITH TRAINGLE EYES, IMPLYING SHE'S GONNA BE A H U G E THREAT IN SEASON 2, OHOHO LOVE THAT SHIT-

The Dream Chamber: A new addition/change that I don't mind tooooo much, but i am a little confused on. In the podcast, little Dave's treatment was to be isolated away from society for 18 months with just him and his mom, nothing else as to not be used against him in his nightmares. And while here i can understand a little why they cut that (i mean each ep is only 20 mins so chop chop), the Dream Chamber scene was pretty interesting! The doctor was weird but i think that was the point (never trust a man with a bowl cut wig) since i remember there was one shot where there was an elephant ceremic (i think) in his office, and when talking about the chamber he had these strange flashes, one including a whale dying in a graveyard, so i think that's implying he's on the elephant's side and was only going to harm Dave more, thus why the Dream People made little Davey stab him in the neck (which i was s h o c k e d on when i saw, btw), but my problem is...we kinda never really go back to Dave's past after that? In the podcast, it was proven that the therapy worked for Dave so he could live out his life as a normal person until the Moobles happened, but here...we don't really know what happens after? Did the doctor die when he got stabbed? I don't think so since there'd have to be some legal trouble braught up because of that, and nobody mentions the doctor dying after that, sides it was just like...a kid stabbing him, so yeah it'd be pretty painful but maaaybe not that deadly. Did Dave get better after that? Probably not, probably is just prescribed more pills once he was old enough, but...in both podcast and in show it's braught up the concern that if he doesn't get the nightmare fixed soon when he was young, it'd lead to huge developmental issues, but Dave seems...mostly normal when older, nightmares and triangle carving aside. He still has a social life, albeit a small one, got a girlfriend, and even a job, so...did the treatment work? A little unclear, kinda wished they just just stuck with the cabin therapy, but it's an easy lookover, and maybe they'll elaborate more in season 2, so we'll just hafta see!

The Elephant: For me personally, i think the elephant monster face is kinda hit or miss under the right circumstances, like the first scene with the nightmare about Dave's mom turning into one, that one was real spooky and the flashing lights actually aided to it in my opinion, but...when it's just in broad daylight and on any person....yeaaah i can kiiiinda tell it's just a mask, hell i think it is the same one being re-used, but eh i think it's fine, just kinda wish they got a bit more creative with the elephant imagery to make it more eldritch and stuff like with the Whale, like that one shot of the Elephant being barely seen on the static on the TV at the party, that was cool, but it's fiiiine it served it's purpose well enough-

Baby Dave: Okay not too much of a tangent on the actual show, just something i thought up on, but...fellas. Markiplier community. More specifically, MCU community. We have an irl face for baby Dave. Ergo, we have a face for baby Mark. Ergo....we have a face for baby Actor, Damien, and William...I am expecting fanart soon and quick 🔫👁

Linda: I really loved Linda in the show! Eve did an amazing job getting across how intense and high strung Linda was, probably even better since we can see how stressed she is! Seeing her actual break down over Brit's death was great, to show she still is deeply disturbed and broken about the whole situation, and i think that was especially needed when she did the MRI on Ruth since in that scene she is crying, but with the knowledge she experienced the same thing with Brit, you can tell this isn't easy for her, but she is willing to do anything to figure out what is going on so the small group of people she barely knows can live. Also, MORE LINDA LORE OOOOO- Was not expecting that, for her to work in a secret government project before, but think it fits well! Explains why she's a little intense and weird, plus let's the audience know this truly can't be some government weapon since she knows of all the gov weapons in the works, so that was really cool to learn of her!

OST: MARKUS E. PLIER. AMAZON. QRCODE. S O M E O N E. YOU BETTER DROP THAT OST SOON CAUSE I W A N T - But for real i l o v e d the soundtrack throughout the series, it all fit the vibes perfectly, keeping things tense at tense scenes and heartfelt at heartfelt scenes, and those beats just mhmhmh- Also i adore the intro, soft, old music being used in a creepy morbid context with visual seeming out of place but once you watch the whole series it makes sense ohohoho gimmie that shit anyday- Speaking of...

Visuals: Touched upon this a bit earlier with the Elephant and the gore, but i liked the visuals a lot! Course i knew it wasn't gonna be movie level stuff or anything (some shots of the Whale are a b i t imposed at time but it's fine), but i feel like they knew what they were able to do, and did it to the best of their ability, and they did! I do love the gore, even if a little small, the brain cutting scene was amazing, very spooky, the funeral hallucination at the end was crazy with everyone bleeding out of their eyes and ears looked real good and intense, and the final shots with all the bodies waking up with triangles in their eyes oohohoohohohooo i loved that shit so damn much i am so hype for more p l e a s e -

And, finally, last but certainly not least, Dave: As to a suprise to nobody, least to those already in the Markiplier Fandom, Mark's acting was on fucking point. In every scene he was in, whatever he needed to sell, he sold it perfectly. Whether that be in distressed and concerned, confused and scared, angry and in dispair, he did it all perfectly, I fucking loved it. Like fuck- The scene where Katie dies, the desperation in his voice as he pleads for Linda to give her more adrenline, as if that'd fix it, having to be pulled back in his anguish, f u c k - And the scene before when he carves the triangle into his chest, waking up just in time to give an almost dazed, dead look to Katie as he asks sluggishly "what's wrong?", adding to the horror of his self mutilation. GOOD SHIT GOOD SHIT- My only "complaint" i guess is that i wished he had a few more lines/scenes with dialog, but maybe that's just wishful thinking since i'm so used to him talking on and on and on and on both in the podcast and just in the channel in general, but even then i couldn't be happier with his performance!!

Infact, everyone did fucking incredible! If you're reading this and you still haven't watched TEOS yet...what the hell are you doing go watch we gotta beat the crap outta Judge Judy BUT also go watch for the incredible acting, special effects, soundtrack, story, just EVERYTHING that is Edge of Sleep! It is definitely worth your time, it's only 2 hours so it's super easy to binge, and tho i am a little pissed like everyone else that Amazon/QRCode/Hollywood execs are tryna bury this thing so Mark/other well deserved YouTubers can't have their work be put more out there, well...we're showing them now, aren't we? >:]

TLDR: This is the best sleedge i've had in my life so go watch so you can sleedge yourself. Alright bye. *backflips then dies*

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Beloved Mother Part 2.5 Rewrite

So this is a slight rewrite to my ASL x Mother!Reader short series that I wrote. just a minor thing at the end that I’ve wanted to do for a while.

The Orginal Part 1, Part 2, Part 2.5, Part 3

Warnings: Angst, dreams

Word Count: 1510

     Three boys played in a field of flowers, a woman laughing and playing along with them. It was a perfectly sunny day and a picnic blanket was laid out underneath the shade of a tree, piled high with food as the family of four laughed and played.

     “Sabo, Ace, Luffy, come on! You can’t gang up on your mother like that.” you laughed as you suddenly found yourself dogpiled by three young boys.

     “How else are we supposed to beat you? You’re bigger than us!” Luffy whined, though the smile stayed on his face.

     “Moreover, you’re stronger than us!” Ace huffed, pouting, though the pout only lasted for a second before he was smiling again. A thought seemed to dawn on Sabo, his eyes widening for a moment.

     “Luffy, Ace run! It’s a-” all three boys suddenly found themselves unable to escape, wrapped in a large hug as you laughed.

     “Rule one, boys. Never trust the enemy!” you laughed, making sure to smother their cheeks in kisses, even as they ‘screamed’ for mercy and ‘tried to escape’.

     Two 10-year-old boys and a 7-year-old boy changed and grew, suddenly finding themselves at 14 and 11, allowing the three boys to turn the tide on their mother.

     “Attack! We’re bigger, older, and stronger now! She can’t escape!” Ace cried as he pounced on your legs. Luffy quickly grabbed your left arm while Sabo pinned your right, each boy holding your limbs down.

     “You’ve made one crucial mistake, boys.” you said with a winning grin.

     “But you’re pinned!” Luffy groaned, pouting as he stayed wrapped around your arm.

     “Yes, but you 3 were so busy pinning me that you failed to think about who’s going to exact your revenge.” you said with a chuckle, watching as the 3 boys looked at each other wide eyed before groaning and dropping their heads in defeat. The food piled on the blanket was a little less now, not that the boys noticed, too caught up in playing with their mother to think about the wonderful picnic that was supposed to await them. Luffy, Sabo, and Ace soon found themselves running around the field again, laughing and screaming as you chased them in an attempt to wrangle all three of them at once. They were older and taller now and despite your speed, holding one or two down while chasing a third was much, much harder. Once more, the brothers found themselves older, stronger, and taller. Ace and Sabo were now 17, their little brother now 14, the day Sabo and Ace would have originally left to become pirates, the day Ace did leave to become a pirate.

     “HAH! Pinned by two! Prepare for revenge!” Ace shouted, standing over you as Sabo and Luffy pinned you to the ground.

     “Ah, you have much to learn my beloved boys.” you said with a smile, shaking your head and confusing the boys. Luffy and Sabo looked at each other before glancing up at Ace, unsure of what you were talking about.

     “Not only had you failed to remember rule one to never trust the enemy, but in your haste to pin me, you failed to notice you didn’t protect your weak spots!” you quickly threw Sabo off, sending the boy flying into Ace before starting to tickle Luffy, the boy screeching and laughing. Once he was ‘clearly incapacitated’, you launched yourself at the older two.

     “Never trust your enemy, even if it seems you’ve won.” you laughed, tackling Ace and peppering his cheeks in motherly kisses, the boy screaming in ‘horror’ and ‘disgust’. Sabo was already running away, shouting about Ace and Luffy being on their own when he found himself face down in the flowers as you laughed from above him.

     “Good try, but you know you can’t outrun me.” you said, tickling him. Sabo and Luffy were always tickled, but Ace screamed against the kisses while loving them the entire time, needing the love that you showed the boy, he was more insecure than the other two. In the distance, under the tree, the food was almost gone as it sat, awaiting the four of them.

     Ace, Luffy, and Sabo found themselves a little older now, 20 and 17. Luffy’s rubber body was wrapped around you, pinning your arms to your sides while Ace held down your legs. Even as you struggled against them, you found yourself unable to escape. You stopped struggling after a moment before looking up at Sabo, the boy grinning with his arms crossed.

     “Don’t let up! We can’t trust the enemy! Luffy, careful of your ticklish spots. Ace, move a little to your right, she can still use her legs to pull you close!” Sabo commanded, the other two boys doing as Sabo requested.

     “You three have got me pretty good, not sure I can get out of this.” you said, testing Luffy’s grip once more.

     “Like we’re gonna believe you. You’re the strongest mom in the world! No one can truly take you down.” Luffy said, pouting. Despite his tight hold on you and his attempt to help keep you pinned, he was still the same old Luffy, the one who liked to snuggle into you before laying down for a nap. You soon found the boy rubbing his head against your arm, it wasn’t much, but it was the best he could do in this position. You laughed, looking over them.

     “You’re right not to trust me. Last lesson, don’t expect your opponent to play fair.” you said, wind suddenly swirling around you. Sabo shielded his eyes from the dust and dirt that kicked up while Ace and Luffy closed their eyes. Ace was soon blown off of your legs by the strong winds, not strong enough to hang on as he collided with his brother. The winds died down as you looked at Luffy who was still wrapped around you. You pouted and gave him the same puppy dog eyes they always gave you.

     “Mommy really wants cuddles.” you said, Luffy’s grip weakening. You knew Ace and Sabo were too busy picking themselves to tell their brother ‘no’. Luffy slowly unwrapped himself before pulling you into a hug, his face buried into your stomach. The two older boys huffed as they looked at their brother, knowing that the boy was weak against you. A little ways away, the picnic blanket lay under the tree, bare of food aside from a few crumbs on the plates.

     The sun was setting on two 21-year-old boys and an 18-year-old, their current ages. You stood, your back to them, an empty picnic basket over your arm, a familiar blanket placed on the top. The wind blew through your hair as the three boys stood side-by-side, staring at you.

     “But why do you have to leave? Why can’t we come with you?” Luffy asked, worry evident in his eyes.

     “It’s time for me to leave, I can’t stay forever.” you said with a sad smile, turning to face them.

     “Why? Why do you have to go? We need you here!”Sabo argued, his hands shaking.

     “That’s just the way it is. I have to leave, I’m not allowed to stay, I was only allowed one night, just until the food was gone.” you explained, holding up the picnic basket.

     “No! We… we ne- I need you! You were always there for me! Always telling me that what other people said about me was wrong, that I wasn’t trash! You can’t leave!” Ace shouted, hands balled into fists. He couldn’t lose you, not like this. All three boys loved you, but you were the only family aside from his brothers that he’d ever known. The only mother he’d ever known.

     “You don’t need me, I promise. You’ve all made so many friends, built crews, created a type of family. My sweet, sweet boys. I’m afraid I only have one thing left to teach you and that’s that sometimes you have to accept loss, even if you don’t want to. Sometimes things go wrong and they don’t end up how you’d like, but it’s okay. You’ll always have each other, be there to pick each other up, to help each other when you need it. It’s going to be okay. I’m… I’m sorry I have to leave, I know it’s not what you wanted, but at least this time we can say goodbye.” you said, tears brimming in your eyes. Gently, you pulled the picnic blanket from the basket, pulling the boys close to each other and wrapping the three of them together in it.

     “No! I don’t want to say goodbye!” Luffy whimpered.

     “You can’t go! Please, stay!” Sabo cried.

     “You can’t leave us! I can’t lose you!” Ace sobbed.

     “I have to. I love you all so, so much. Don’t ever forget that.” you said. A wind blew through the field and suddenly you were gone.

     Three boys jolted awake in three different locations, identical tears running down their faces, each covered in a section of a familiar picnic blanket.

[rocksibblingsau]

Hi @rocksibblings, it’s me again! Today I am here to suggest some music inspiration! So I just saw the Broadway musical “& Juliet” for my birthday a couple weeks ago (loved it) and I was also taking some notes on how some songs might fit in with your fic. For context, & Juliet is a jukebox musical so basically, their songs are covers of existing music (mostly by well-known artists). A good amount songs are “pop” songs but I think the musical covers kinda lean more towards a pop-rockish vibe. I also have someone in the family in the acting community and they said all audition song requirements for the musical are “pop-rock” so I think it can work out pretty well. (I like the Broadway version better than the actual songs themselves, but I'm literally a musical theatre kid so I’m biased lmao)  Anyway, here are my top three:

“It’s My Life” (Genre - Rock), Mainly Romeo’s part, I feel like this song fits Branch so much, it could be used as a statement/declaration song for his newfound rock style of life. I can also see his found family filling in the other parts and “certain” pop trolls filling the part when Romeo interrupts at the end (It’ll make more sense when you listen to it). This is a cover of Bon Jovi which I didn’t listen to completely but I’d say it’s worth listening to. It can also be a good opportunity for Branch to say his first cuss word at the end lol.  (P.S. Romeo’s outfit has a stereotypically punk/rock vibe so you can check that out if you want) Out of all the songs, I highly suggest you listen to this one (10/10). "It's My Life" – & Juliet Original Broadway Cast Recording 

“Since U Been Gone” (Genre - Pop Rock) - Pretty Iconic Song, Original by Kelly Clarkson, can fit with Branch along with many situations. It’s not a stereotypical song for rock and sounds more pop to my ear, but I think it could work out in a way somehow (6/10). "Since U Been Gone" – & Juliet Original Broadway Cast Recording

“Fuckin Perfect” (Genre - Pop) - Orginal by Pink, Not bad as an emotional song. It is a pop song though but I think the title and the lyrics as well as the message it brings across could work out well, especially since we have an ongoing problem with perfection. Definitely can see someone singing this to Branch. Not high on my list, but I think it’s worth a try (7/10). "Fuckin’ Perfect" – & Juliet Original Broadway Cast Recording

Honorable Mentions: Stronger, Show me the Meaning of Being Lonely, Problem/ Can’t Feel My Face, One More Try

So yeah I really hope you get to listen to these songs, I love this musical and I highly suggest you check it out (it’s pretty much all i’ve been listening to). If you get a chance I suggest you listen to whole the playlist if you like the covers. But most of all I hope some of these songs help. That’s all for now, can’t wait for the next chapter and stay hydrated!

Thank you for the recommendations! When possible for any songs that appear in fic I'm going to be using the originals rather than genre changes (except in a few... special cases ;)) but as songs to listen to while I work I love these!

I really like It's My Life, namely Romeo's part! It's funny, the start of it reminds me of a boy band song that I can't remember (I wanna say Larger Than Life? but I'm too lazy to look it up).

Rock covers of pop songs always hit so hard. The cover of Bad Romance by Halestorm? Perfection.

I could see a couple people singing 'Fuckin' Perfect' to Branch!

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Hii! I really love your blog and I was hoping you could help me with something.

I'm writing a novel, and in it character A and character B are basically on the run, being chased by someone dangerous, an assassin, etc. It's a drama/thriller with family themes.

At some point in the story there's a sort of standoff /fight and character B ends up killing the person who was after them. They (A & B) go back to B's hometown and this is where I get stuck. The subplot is that B is looking for her mother, and when they come back B realizes that her mother is actually in the same town a few blocks away. B talks with her mom and it doesn't end well, and A comforts B (their dynamic is found family since A acts as a sort of mother-figure to B throughout the story- B is a young adult)

Now, I know that at the end of the book B's mom's house ends up burning down and her mom comes to live with her at B's house. I don't know how to write this part because I feel like it's so random, and like I need a sort of reason for the house fire to happen, like, in my first outline I had the character that was chasing after A & B find them there and for the fight to happen at B's mom's house and ends up burning down, but because I changed that to B killing that person earlier in the book I'm just stuck. I'm trying to figure out if I should start over completely or just change things again, I just don't know where to begin with solving this problem. Also, it doesn't really have to be a fire, but I need a valid reason for B's mom to come live with her because book 2 focuses more on their relationship.

I know this is long but I could really, really use your opinion/ help. Thanks!

Hi there :)

My first question would be: why did you change the timing of killing the villain? Because I fear that if not done well, it can feel like this is the final fight and should go at the end of the story. And because you orginally intended like that it could very well become so that the reader is excited for the big fight and than it comes too early and cuts the story basically in half and the reader loses some interest in the rest of the story.

So it is really important to think about this structure and to make it clear what the main plot point of the story would be. It has to be something that carries on for the whole story or it needs a very good reason to change directions. Either way the middle of the story would not be the best timing to change directions.

With the living arrangements for book two, you could also go the route of the mother being in danger. When Character B is important enough to being followed by an assassin than maybe there is still someone out there that wouldn't hesitate to hurt her mother in order to hurt her or to get her to surrender. She would be safer if she lived with Character B. That could also be one of the reasons why she tried to find her mother. To keep her safe.

I hope I was able to give you some ideas for the direction you want to go in. Good luck with your story!

- Jana

[dansedan]

hi! big fan of your work. do you have any thoughts you could share about how you title your pieces? and one piece in particular, your wk17 painting lycanthropy (under the sign of gemini). it's such an interesting choice for that match and i was wondering if you were willing to share some insight that went into the decision to title it as such. obviously i drew my own conclusions but i've always been curious about your reasoning behind it as the artist... 💌 (it's also completely fine if you'd rather not share and just leave your titles up for interpretation)

thank you for your support and for the ask! I never think people are going to care about my silly titles so I'm glad you've found them interesting.

Honestly, text and aphorism are just a big part of the artistic process for me and a lot of the time when I'm painting I go through a lot of phrases that don't make it into the final painting or performance, or I read something or listen to something that affects my thinking or direction with it and a lot of the times those are the phrases that twist into the titles I end up with! I tend to talk to myself and experience speech in a way that's kind of relatable to like echolalia or something? So just twisting words over and over again is a lot of the process of titling work for me.

As for the Omega v. Ospreay piece, the title was a lot of little things coming together in the mania of getting it done the same day lol-- the still aggressively fresh speculation around Ibushi's return to wrestling and specifically the return of the golden lovers (orginally slated to be named the "golden twins", they're the origin of the invocation of Gemini in the piece and the title), the sheer brutality and stiffness of kenny's fighting style in it (I've got a terrible memory but I have an impression of Ospreay bleeding visibly during it?? which is always extra shocking in the New Japan ring), the uncomfortable out-of-kayfabe dynamics of the fight itself happening not too long after the legal/pr disaster breakdown of Ibushi leaving NJPW and centering Ospreay who is a controversial figure to say the least (I don't personally feel that people Must take an oppositional stance to either personally to be clear but my own discomfort with both was on my mind as an element of why I felt the match was relevant to my general artistic practice in commenting on the complexity of making art through imagery from wrestling and not just to my interest as a fan), as well as the external influences of the song 'Werewolf Gimmick' from the Mountain Goat's 'Beat the Champ' concept album (one of my early introductions to wrestling!) and Deftones' 'Change (in the House of Flies)'.

It's kind of a convoluted process but I hope that's a satisfying answer! I'd love to hear what you thought of it previously, just out of curiosity.

[cowboypossume]

day three: academic rivals

Hi lovelies !! I am very exhausted with school right now and didn’t know @sophitzweek was happening really !

thanks to this amazing work by @camelspit i found out it was !! and i’m doing it (based off their art so go like the orginal) !!

so my attempt at the accidemic rivals is below the cut :)

Fitz confidently leaned forward, wobbling the table the slightest bit. “I think this is the part where you resign, now.”

“No.” Sophie wished the clock would tick besides her. She missed any sort of noise instead of the empty library, but they agreed to play without the timeclock; thought it’d be less stressful that way. “I can still get out of this.”

“Doesn’t look like it.” He leaned back into the chair. “You have as much time as you need to prove me wrong, though.”

“No.” It was all Sophie could think. 

The world of 64 squares left Sophie deep in their thoughts, across from the stupid boy she never could quite escape. 

64 black and white squares, usually colorful with world-building and convoluted puzzles, silent.

She mindlessly touched the rook, trying to come up with anything. 

They had to retreat now.

Legally, there was no other move.

“No, what?” Fitz purposefully lingered his fingers above the knight, not quite touching it. “No, you can’t beat me? Because,” his knight took her last-resort pawn, “I think I’d agree.”

Sophie watched in awe as Fitz never took a second blink when he moved: he attacked again and again. Methodically.

As if a game written about centuries prior and memorized by every newbie.

His moves were perfect. Precise. 

She would have to retreat. Hapazeradlously and clumsy. 

They could escape, but only for a turn. Maybe two depending, on Fitz’s play.

But she had to try. 

She couldn’t be bested by this prodigy.

Sophie poured themselves a glass of water and fully pulled up her hair. She studied every angle of the board. 

Sitting back down, they huffed at Fitz. “I can get out of this.”

“I don’t think you can, love. But try. I have nothing but time.”

Sophie moved the rook, the stupid rook from earlier, trying to attack.

Fitz saw right through the play.

Four moves until mate.

And she couldn’t get out of it.

Fitz must have seen her demeanor change because they grinned, almost in a mock.

“Do you see it now? Or should we keep playing? Maybe you can- how did you phrase it- get out of it?” He winked.

Sophie got up. “Fuck you, Vacker.”

“We’re back to last names?”  There was hurt in his Sophie couldn’t place as ironic, fully. 

 They finally found the footing to be a bit sarcastic. “Thought we were past that?”

“Considering you asked me to this match using Fitz, ” He pulled the cat that always loomed in the lounge into his lap. “Yea?”

“Technically,” Sophie skimmed through her stuff, “I said Fitzroy, which is an objectively worse name.” 

She found a treat for Marty and managed to get him on her chair. She pet him and smiled innocently at Fitz. 

Putting away the final piece from the board, Fitz barely met her gaze. 

“Ok, Foster. You win. I’m not in the mood for a debate tonight, too.”

“Wait, Fitz-” Sophie reached across the table and tried to grab his hand. 

Their fingers brushed for a second and Fitz pulled away before Sophie fully noticed. 

“I’ll play you tomorrow at practice tomorrow, Foster.” 

“Fitz,” He looked pissed when they snapped around. 

Sophie retreated. “Ok. Tomorrow.”

But the only thing that heard her was the bookshelf behind the now empty table.

[someone1348]

Heyyo I know it is very late in December, I have had a lot to do but here is my commission for Giggles and Ghasts!

I was sent a prompt for: @commit-eye-bleach so if this tag works I hope you enjoy!

The people in this: lee!osmp!sneeg, ler!osmp!ranboo

I'm using She/Her Pronouns for Ran because they said that their character in orgins was trans!fem! Just so no ones confused! /pos /gen

Tw: none!

With all that being said Enjoyy!

-K :]

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Tickles for the tiny one

Today was supposed to be just like any other day, key word, was. The Enderian was going to go out and gather materials for her base and for general basic needs but her plan came to a pause mid journey when she felt tiny tugs to her cape from the ground.

"Huh?" She tried to look down and around to see what or who it was, there were two people who could go small so she had a 50/50 shot at guessing. "Where?!" She twirled and still nothing! She was starting to think she was crazy until she heard a tiny giggle and felt someone crawling up her body like a jungle gym.

"Hehey! Woah!-" She fell to the ground, tripping on her cape just to see a tiny sneegsnag in front of her face

"Helloooo!" The tiny one spoke as Ran giggled and smiled back at him "Hello you little sneak!" Sneeg giggled moving down to his shoulder "Stahap it!" Ranboo giggled taking him off of her shoulder and into her palm glaring at him jokingly.

"What's up Sneeg?, you're stopping my mining plans" Sneeg smirked sitting in her palm "I wanna join you! Pleaaasseee" Ran rolled her eyes with a smile "It looks like I have no choice"

She smirked back as a mischievous idea formed in her head "You know Sneeg, I think im gonna cancel my plans I found something much MUCH better to do~"

The Inchlings eyes widened as he tried to scrabble out of her hand but it was too late, Rans pinkey finger, which normal sized to a person but huge for an Inchling, landed right onto his stomach wiggling around as, the now trapped sneeg broke out into laughter,

"NOHOHO WAHAHAIT RAHAHAN NOHOHOT THEHEHERE-" He snorted a little as Ran cooed

"Awwwww you're tiny little giggles are sooo much better then mining for materials!" She smiled moving around to each of his sides

"PFAHA-" Sneeg shrieked kicking his tiny legs out "RAhahan PlEheheASe! I dihIhiN't dOho AnytHihiNg! WRohoNG!" He rested his head in her gentle palm as she snickered,

"YOU decided to climb my like a jungle gym and make me think im crazy so yeah, you deserve these tickles, Tickletickletickletickle~" She moved back to his stomach swirling around his bellybutton.

"AHAHAHAHA" Sneeg snorted again before he spoke "I GIHIHIVE!"

Ran rolled her eyes again with a giggle as she moved to his neck, gently tickling him there to keep him giggly

"Ihihit tihihickles"

"Im so glad it does! You're having so much fun!" She smiled before rubbing away the ghost tickles "You okay Sneeg?"

Sneeg nodded giggling as he caught his breath trying to stand up again on her palm "Thahat was ehehevil"

"Oh pleased you clearly enjoyed it!"

"No comment"

They both giggled as Ranboo put him back on her shoulder "You're safe with me, you can rest here while I mine okay?"

Sneeg yawned before questioning him "Wahahait what happened to the change in plans?"

She giggled ruffling his hair gently with her pinky "That was the change in plans"

"Ohhhhh,,, HEY! WAIT!"

"HAHA!"

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So I don't know if ya'll saw yet but I did remove the dream smp/mcyts out of my account bio, so this is my last fic of them, I apologize to everyone who only follows me for those fics, I am not unfollowing anyone or deleting any of my other dsmp/mcyt posts I'm just no longer writing for it! I understand if you want to unfollow me because of this decision, but I have made up my mind on this one /gen

This was a great send off! :] I hope everyone understands, Treat yourself, Take care of yourself, Never forget your worth, you are valid, you are loved and I could not be more proud of you! /p /gen /pos

-K <3

[cowboyfoxy]

ayo!!! tell me abt ur timeline/rewrite!!

walks up. so scared. okay so. things are STILL changing ofc. ill try to simplify stuff..m and make it make sense (alot.of it is STUCK in my head. havent writtenijt down yet] and im COMPLETELY rewriting it. AGAIN.

basically the (New) timeline goes like this game wise

fredbears / fnaf 4 (83)

fnaf 2 (charlies death)

sister location (lizzies death)

pre-witherd animatronics (5 kids)

fnaf 2 (87, and another murder)

fnaf 1 (wills death)

sister location (mikes death)

fnaf 3

nightmare springtrap (PERSONAL IDEA)

pizza sim (death 2 all)

fnaf VR (glitchtrap & vanny)

Fnaf SB

RUIN

^ once i get everything written out i will discuss this more but i love talking abt it. so much.

--

this is the OLD one. most things here will stay the same but. im. im like [shaking] im so hyper rn u dont knoe whay younjust did to my brain.

im like half awake rn so i just... copy and based what i have barebones. sorry. im. aaa. ah. ah.

William Afton (1944)

Michelle Afton (1945)

Parents 25&24y/o 1st born ; Michael Afton (born 1969)

6-7 years later

Parents 31&30y/o 2nd born ; Elizabeth Afton (born 1975)

Parents 32&31y/o 3rd born ; Eddie Afton  (born 1976)

Henry Emily (1945)

Mrs. Emily (1944)

parents are 26&25y/o Charlie Emily (born 1970)

parents are 36&35y/o Sammy Emily (born 1970)

Charlie and sammy are twins

Susie Campbell

Gabriel palmer

Fritz dover

Jeremy J. Jones

Cassidy Fitzgerald

Jeremy Fitzgerald

Michael looks a lot like his mother, Michelle. While Elizabeth looks a lot like her father, William.

Eddie looks like them both.

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FREDBEARS FAMILY DINNER 19??-1983

William Afton

Melissa Afton

Michael Afton

Elizabeth Afton

Eddie Afton

Henry Emily

Mrs. Emily

Charlie Emily

Sammy Emily

Eddie(7) died 1st in 1983 due to Michael putting his head into the mouth of Gerald Fazbear (Golden freddy), 

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1984 - early 1986 (FNAF2 PRT1)

William Afton

Charlie emily

Henry emily

puppet

golden bonnie

golden freddy

ennard

but a year after Eddies death(in 1994), Charlie Emily(14) was found dead in a back alley with the puppet animatronic.

Ms. Emily (now divorced) took Sammy with her after Charlies death, Henry isnt able to contact sammy

ennard is moved to Circus world

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1985 FNAFCW (during FNAF1)

William Afton

Michael Afton

Elizabeth Afton

Melissa Afton

Elizabeth(10) died a couple years after in 1985 thanks to Circus baby, which the 'circus' animatronics got scrapped and turned into the Toy animatronics

Mrs. Afton left state to pursue her dreams, staying in Utah broke her down, Michael pushed his mother to leave with the promise of finding her when he grew older. (She died in 1987, but she starred in a soap opera called the immortal and the restless which ran from 1985-1986)

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late 1983- early 1986 FNAF1

William Afton

Henry Emily

Phoneguy

Chica Chicken

Gerald "Golden" Fazbear

Bonnie Bunnie

Freddy Fazbear

Foxy "The Pirate" Foxx

During the same years 1983-1986, the fazbear killings (missing children) happened [mid 1984, Charlie, early 1984 susie, late 1984 Cassidy & Jeremy late 1985 Gabriel & Fritz] and the bodies were never found.

in early 1986, William afton sought-after each animatronic, tearing them apart which in turn released the trapped souls of the missing children

Susie > Chica Chicken

Cassidy > Gerald "Golden" Fazbear

Jeremy > Bonnie jr. Bunnie

Gabriel > Freddy Fazbear

Fritz > Foxy "The Pirate" Foxx

Which chased him around the establishment until he crawled inside a golden bonnie suit, and set off the springlocks due to the moisture in the air and hasty movements, "Killing" him instantly.

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mid 86- late 87 FNAF2

Jeremy Fitzgerald - 19, born in 1967

Michael Afton - 17

Toy Theodore fazbear

Toy Chelly Chicken

Toy Foxie Foxx

Toy Benjamin Bunnie

Puppet

After FNAF1 closed in 86, the 'orginals' where used to fix up the toys, since the left over circus animatronics (only being baby, and a scrapped endo skeleton wired mesh [ennard]) have been relocated to a new, refurbished Sister Location. Which renamed them as the Funtime animatronics.

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2000 FNAFSL

Michael afton - 31

Ennard

Clementine Circus "Baby"

Funtime Frederick Fazbear

Funtime Bonbon & Bonnet

Funtime Foximir Foxx

Circus Foxy (Lolbit)

Funtime Ballora Ballerina

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2023 FNAF3

Michael Afton - '54' died at 31 in 2000s

William Afton / Springtrap - '79' died at 45 in 86'

Henry Emily - 78

Phone dude - 26 (born in 1997)

2023 , fazbear frights opens up, using SPRINGTRAP as the main attraction, along with the puppet. (the puppet still being possessed by Charlie Emily

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2029(?) FNAFPS

Henry Emily - 84

Michael Afton - '60'

Rockstar Leon "Lefty" / Puppet / Charlie

Elizabeth / scrapbaby

Molten

Scraptrap

Rockstar Richard Fazbear

Rockstar Chica-dee

Rockstar Foxworth foxx

Rockstar Bon Bunnie

Im sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth,[airhorn sfx] if you still even remember that name [vine boom sfx]

----

2035 FNAFVR

Jeremy Fitzgerald

Vanessa A.

other playtesters

glitchtrap virus

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2038 FNAFSB

Phone dude

Vanessa A.

Vanny

Gregory

Burnttrap / Glitchtrap / mimic whatever tf

Molten / blob

Freddie Fazbear

Montgomery Gator

Roxanne Wolf

Chicalynn Chicken

Foxxer " the Pirate" Foxx

Sun

Moon

8 more kids killed

GREGORY freed himself from the tomb of the game by himself, but leaving with no recollection with what he had done when he was controlled by glitchtrap.  used to lure kids with games and laughter and something cool to show them! SIKE! twas a lady in a bunny costume

Ruin DLC ... maybe 2039 ...? [W.I.P UNTIL IT COMES OUT]

cassie

Gregory

Sun & moon & eclipse

Freddie

Chicalynn

Monty

Roxy

Bonathan Bunnie

MXES

tangle / blob

mimic..???? WHATEVER THE FUCK

[bakerstreetbabble]

Granada TV Series Review: "The Speckled Band" (S01, E06)

"The Adventure of the Speckled Band" seems to be a favorite with many readers, despite its many obvious plot holes (snakes don't drink milk or climb ropes, for example). Holmes's cool head in the face of the belligerent Grimesby Roylott's threats and the middle-of-the-night stakeout waiting for "the speckled band" to arrive are fairly dramatic and entertaining scenes, and the gothic horror of Mr. Roylott's messy end is rather gripping.

The Granada adaptation is quite well done, and it adheres very closely to the outline of its source material. There are a few changes that the viewer will notice in comparison to the original story. A few examples:

The sisters are no longer twins. Julia is 5 years older than Helen.

The cheetah on the grounds of Grimesby Roylott's estate has been replaced by a leopard.

Holmes wears the "traditional" deerstalker cap, rather than the bowler shown in Mr. Paget's illustrations. (To be fair, there is no indication in the text as to Holmes's choice of headwear.)

Other than those (very minor) changes, the episode proceeds in much the same way as the Doyle narrative.

As I mentioned above, the nasty confrontation with Mr. Roylott at the Baker Street flat is one of the more enjoyable scenes in the original story, and the adaptation in the TV episode does not disappoint! The little twitchy half-grins that Jeremy Brett flashes, as the angry Grimesby delivers his monologue, are absolutely priceless. Brett's gleeful laugh in the face of the verbal onslaught is the cherry on top of the sundae. And, of course, the lovely moment when Holmes bends the poker back into shape is delightful as well.

“Ha! You put me off, do you?” said our new visitor, taking a step forward and shaking his hunting-crop. “I know you, you scoundrel! I have heard of you before. You are Holmes, the meddler.” My friend smiled. “Holmes, the busybody!” His smile broadened. “Holmes, the Scotland Yard Jack-in-office!” Holmes chuckled heartily. “Your conversation is most entertaining,” said he. “When you go out close the door, for there is a decided draught.”

Just a bit later in the episode, when Holmes and Watson meet up with Helen Stoner again, the writers add a funny little moment in which Watson, clearly still very impressed with his friend's handling of Mr. Roylott's bullying manners, tells Miss Stoner that "Holmes sent him off with a flea in his ear!" I'm not 100% sure what that phrase actually means, but it made me chuckle. David Burke's excellent portrayal of the faithful sidekick never ceases to impress me.

​Before Holmes and Watson encounter the deadly snake face-to-face, there is an intense monologue from Jeremy Brett that is very effective in setting up the scene to come, as he meditates aloud on the dangerous nature of the evil Grimesby Roylott, a doctor gone wrong. The monologue is very nearly word-for-word from Doyle's orginal:

When a doctor does go wrong he is the first of criminals. He has nerve and he has knowledge. Palmer and Pritchard were among the heads of their profession. This man strikes even deeper...

My only real quibble with this particular adaptation is the scene that comes after Mr. Roylott meets his demise. After the horror of the snake, Holmes's brief explanation of how he put together the last few details seems just a bit anti-climactic. His somewhat emotionless statement that the death of Grimesby Roylott does not weigh heavily on his conscience, followed by the whistle of the train, is a bit too abrupt an ending for the episode.  Overall, though, I found the episode a very engaging one, and quite a bit more interesting than the previous episode, "The Naval Treaty." A faithful adaptation and well worth my time.

[lunasmusemenagerie]

Name : alistair Flynn

type: OC (dishonored universe / modern universe)

Race: Human (powered)

background:

I orginally created Alistair because I was (and still am) obsessed with Dishonored and the world that was build within the game. from the lore of the outsider to the way the world looked as you went through it as corvo, and I wanted to expand on it. then he took it and ran with that.

I affectionately call him Mafia Man, but he didnt start out that way. he's from england orginally, then moved to Washington state with his father, whom was a fisherman on a crabbing vessel and later on the owner of that boat. Alistair grew up learning the ins and outs of the business, learning books and tricks of the trade, being raised to take a place on the boat when he was old enough and take it over once his father retired. its why he's good at numbers, doing books, and running a business. its one of the reasons (other than his gift from the Outsider) he loves the sea, and the creatures, specifcally whales and seals.

he ended up getting shipped off to various Foster homes after his dad's ship went down, no survivors or wreckage found. its there that he faced abuse from multiple homes, some of it boardering on torture. his sweeter demeaner changed to one that is cold, steady, and very good at hiding emotions. he learned to think quickly, manipulate a sitation to his advantage when he could. eventually, after nearly getting killed by the abusive foster father, he ran. and from their he started to build his skillset in the darker jobs of crime, and this is how he ended up meeting the outsider the first time, getting the mark and the skill set from him.

he tends to talk more with the Outsider than Corvo does in Dishonored, partially because he's found a sense of companionship with the god, and to the outsider, he's certainly one of the most interesting humans that carry his mark.

he does have an intense fear of cockroaches and confined spaces, as well as people grabbing the nape of his neck and his upper arms, all of which stim from his time in the system. he's likely to lauch into a panic attack if this happens for a longer amount of time. he can and will go to the dark, has killed and will do so again, often times justifying the kill to himself, but will not explain himself to others asides from it had to be done, or 'consequences for their actions must be given' ruthless and relentless.

hes certainly more of the dominant personality in his relationships, having issues giving up control when it comes to his body and being so vulnerable with someone else. certainly has that 'dark romance mafia boss' vibe without being ya know abusive.

Alistair Flynn has built a network of those called the Forsaken, the mafia he runs. He's known for taking in street kids and giving them a place to get their feet underneath them before giving them the option to stay or make their own way out in the world. In addition to regular mafia business, he owns and runs two casinos, working on the third location.

[bookwormcosplays]

Okay phase three of marvel which is the most exciting one for me! Let's go!

Edit: I decided to do the first half of phase three for this post

Captain America Civil War: I'm glad they're making the point I was making, they are destroying major cities. I know that's not their intentions, but they save people while also affecting their livelihoods when they destroy their cars and homes. I'm excited to see where they take this and if they will do better. Please do not make a love story with Steve and Peggy's niece. I do not want the relationship to stay in the family that is actually disgusting. As an action movie, I know all the action lovers loved this. It was pretty cool. I haven't cried from any of their movies yet, but this one definitely had a more depressing tone to it compared to the other films (besides the incredible hulk). It also made me so conflicted because I understood everyone. Now I know why y'all got so hyped for the next movie.

Doctor Strange: I heard good things about this one. I don't know what to call it special effects and graphic design??? I don't know. But they outdid themselves with this movie. The plot was boring to me ngl, but I see why people liked this movie. It was so trippy and I really want to watch the behind the scenes of this one, but I'm staying away from any of those things until I'm done. What an incredible watch from someone who really wants to get into film editing.

Guardians of the Galaxy 2: Nope

Homecoming: He's supposed to be 15??? This was this first relationship I was kinda down for? Maybe because it's teen love or whatever, but Liz was cool! Too bad her father and Peter had beef. Once again the movies where they're by themselves or their "orgin stories" just tend to be boring for me. And their single stories don't help me connect with the characters? Like I understand their stories, but there's such a disconnect where I don't feel anything about these characters. But we're getting closer to the end!

Ragnarok: They changed Thor's character that's the first thing I noticed. I am wondering if that change will be permanent or if it will move onto the next movies. Not necessarily it's a bad thing, but why did it change? Did people have the same opinions as me where they found his movies boring so he needed a personality change? I looked up why the actor for Hulk changed previously and google said that it's because he didn't like the direction they were taking Hulk (he wanted the story to be more dark and gritty like the comics allegedly). If that's true, I completely understand. I don't like the direction they are taking Hulk. No offense to the current actor because I actually prefer his Banner. But Hulk's character feels like it's supposed to be funny for kids. I get it. Hulk acts like a child hehe haha, but I don't know I don't like it. I'm really not trying to trash Thor movies again because this one actually is better (maybe because no unnecessary love story). But it just felt so heavily targeted to kids with some alcohol and sex jokes to help the adult audience be entertained. Is this the direction we're now going with the avenger movies or is it just this one? I know kids watch it, but I never felt it geared towards them until now. Taika directed this one and I think the writers might be new??? I don't if that's what affected it, but... Marvel keeps adding new characters to the avengers story, but they can't even maintain the characters they already have! It seems like they have the stories written out, but don't actually understand what they want from their characters. But that's my opinion.

Onto the next half in the next post!

[yourstrqly]

✰ HELPING HANDS, LANDOSCAR

[ preview ] in which fem!reader is helping out oscar's puppy love on his teammate lando without realising the consequences

[ tw ] mostly landoscar, swear words, smut (+18) - male oral receiving from male 🗝 . . next part>

amused you slightly shock your head, braids moving gently against your back, as you once again watched the aussie mclaren driver couldn't keep his heart shaped eyes away from his teammate lando, who's pictures for a hugo boss suit campaign were made — oscar already did his single shoot and now had to wait for the brit to finish his part, so the photographer and his crew could theoretically get him back from the small catering room around the corner, where the pair of you had been off.

though, you only lasted about fifteen minutes in there, then the young man's had etched to go back to your current position, observing lando while you more or less stood awkwardly next to him, munching on a piece of fruit you had found laying around.

shallowing the last bite of your snack, you pocked oscar's left hip to get his attention on you.

the man bended his body towards you, presenting his full attention as his hand pushed a fallen strand of hair backwards to the rest of his wavy brown hair crown that simmered under the studio lighting. "what? have you got another great tiktok idea, sweets?", sleepy voice hung in the air, laced with a faint orgin of sarcastic excitement; it wasn't his cup of tea if you had to be honest but that's where newer fans engaged on nowadays.

a happy grin widely grazed your lips as you looked him in the bored face. "fantastic ideas are currently on my mind as always, oscar, but that's not the reason, silly." you took a small step forward, breaking his personal space, though he didn't seem to mind as his curious eyes followed your figure, fastly moving down and up your body to your face, one he could trust since the beginning of his formula one day's back in alpine. he had been happy to having you change to mclaren with him, a woman only a few years older and an active member of the pink team but you had suddenly reached out to him, when his rather iconic and well known tweet about the departure hit twitter. you gave up a family to help a practical stranger at that point to adjust somewhere new, just because you had sensed his need for someone familiar.

"you have to stop hitting on your mate with those eyes, loverboy, social media is eating it up. lucky you, lando is thick in his head when it comes to the love department — or unlucky you, as you don't do anything, which I personally wouldn't recommend but do you, oscari."

an irritated huff escaped the man's lips, all while his cheeks suddenly grew a pinkish hue due your comment. maybe he'd wish for you to shut your blabber mouth, for you to leave the topic alone, finally or he might aswell comitt a crime. he'd probably take both options at the same time by the way his facial features morphed into. not pretty if you were honest, however you wouldn't stop tease him now. "i could organise a date for you? I'm wonderful at planning, you know? would definitely be a hit and oh. . italian or japanese? I know some romantic places, pierre and charles keep me updated, my golden boys."

you heard a quiet intake of breath and a dear lord in heaven (which made you giggle, that man could've been a comedian in another lifetime without a doubt), before he relaxed his shoulders and sent you a massive side eye, that would've been a hit for the bombastic side eye trend.

"sweets, it's in your job description to organise and plan, so i can see your skills in the private environment too", oscar replied and generously overlooked the nickname, he tried to lay aside for over one and a half years. the nerves he had grown because of you were stronger than his neck muscles.

"he doesn't like fish at all, so i would say the Japanese cuisine would be ideal though i can—"

"—ask for phone numbers, blablabla. i know, you said it in thousands of interviews. so when should i plan the date? Next week?", you mumbled, already on your phone to check out his timetable. "Oh I'm so excited oscari, it'll straight out of a romcom and—"

the driver clasped his rough hand over your mouth, body moving in front of yours and leaned in. "Yeah, no, we're not doing that, definitely not, understood? I appreciate you but this is under no circumstances happing, capiche?"

rolling your eyes, you said capiche behind his hand, putting away your workphone.

a sly smirk etched on your opposite. "also why are charles and pierre your golden boys? have i missed a little date of yours with the ferrari driver?"

before you could give him a sweet yet passive aggressive answer, your gaze fell on a smiley lando, who rested his pointing finger against his moisturised lips to scare his teammate, which work out as oscar jumped as he layed his paw like hand around the younger man's neck, squeezing it. suspiciously enough, the grid number four didn't put his hand away, no, he pressed his back into the other man's side, massaging the neck but graced your questioning expression without an answer.

those fouls were head over heels in love.

"no way you said yes to charles' efforts", he whispered in agony, seemingly remembering the last time he witnessed a conservation between the ferrari driver and yourself. "can we even call it flirting? have you seen an interraction of them lot, osc?"

there it was, the nickname oscar, osc, didn't mind.

osc nodded, goosebumps trailing down his arms. "its quite horrible, haven't expected such a behavior from a stamped ladies-man." He then let out a low moan, a result of lando's fingers digging higher up his neck, massaging a thight spot or two. "was a hard race, no?", the veteran mclaren driver asked his counterpart, gaze fixed on the closed eyes and opened lips.

"probably not the only thing hard", you sheepishly mumbled, watching the display the two men put on as your eyes flitted down oscar's body, shortly stopping at the showing skin of his musclar stomach and then continued to fall to his crotch. praise the lord or in this case the boss for choosing them bloody handsome men, who you'd give your pussy liver in a heartbeat. The kitty was a bit wet.

alas oscar came back to his full attention, noticing where your eyes hung — he surly wouldn't say anything, not to his partner in crime and in his eyes the most stunning woman who graced earth, allowing you to stare at his bulge (he was glad that the trousers were wide cutted or you'd have seen more than you should) for a few more seconds till your haze gaze redirected itself on the photographer, a man in his mid forties whom she saw excitedly clicked through the taken pictures of the drivers. "little y/n, how was the date?", lando dragged the question out and to your very sorry self, didn't rest the topic, an unreadable expression on his face.

tired of the to incoming teasing, you explained that there was no actual date because you had them to run behind, well mostly oscar and to that extent lando, to get yourself swiped of your feet — to your relief and lando's disappointment the photographer sent the pair to the hangers of wool and satin suits in black, papaya orange and two multicoloured sage green ones with different cuts. you choked on your own spit after you had sat yourself down on the comfortable sofa and peeked at the men, whom were halfway though putting back on clothing; you could observe the smooth yet tense back muscles of lando, the well built abs of oscar and his happy tail leading down the expensive trousers; they looked sexy to your delight — you wouldn't mind getting in-between them but then again oscar crushed on the guy and that drew a big fat red line through your fantasy. anyways, your greediness wouldn't stay in the way of true love.

opening the work emails, you hummed a song, you heard this morning whilst markeing, typing away and then and there consulting mark, oscar's manager about possible ads and sponsors, missing out the men staring at you.

the photographer stood the men next to each other, giving the constructions of how they could pose next to one another; lando, the slightly shorter one, twisted his body to the side, head leaning on his mates broad left shoulder, leaving the aussie to relax his stance and rest his hand against the brits back. lights flashed, the man behind the lense complimenting the duo energetic, which got your attention on them again.

you shouldn't meddle with what was going on between them but then again, if you kept your distance and let them do their own thing, nothing would come out of it. a romantic dinner should do the trick, you decided, booking a table for two at a local restaurant, which would include enough privacy for them to create a deeper, hopefully romantic, relationship.

an hour later the shoot was wrapped up and the mclaren men had put on their own clothing, coming side to side to you, shaking hands with some higher up of the brand, thanking him for the time — the casual business talk after work was finally done.

the trio of you proceed to walk a few minutes to the car outside of the building, a driver already sitting behind the wheel. you took the passenger seat, grinning at lando's childish complains about wishing to sit in front and not the back all the time. "just unfair, y/n." unimpressed, you looked in the mirror, staring that life wasn't always fair. "also please buckle up, yes? mclaren doesn't pay me well enough if a law suit should flatter in my mails."

oscar, the sweetheart, obliged, pushing the buckle inside the plastic holder, resulting in a smile of lando's. "boys, i thought we could celebrate the start of the session and the hugo boss partnership with eating out. tonight is alright?", you questioned, touching up your lip balm.

on the backseat, the aussie and the brit exchanged looks, nodding in agreement. "sure, sweets, are we arriving together or should we get you?" "I'll run a bit behind schedule, so please go inside and i'm joining you. sound?"

lando hummed. "sure, text us the address, sunshine?" "she already did, lan, check our group", the other man replied. "it cozy-looking. recommended by one of your golden ones?" you tzzked. "it was alex actually, said the food was delicious and said his mum would actually enjoy it, which says alot, no? anyways, i'll have to go, see you in a few, boys."

before you closed the door shut, you heard lando wondering in irritation on who the fuck were your golden ones when not them. you hid your laughter.

sitting next to each other on the red velvet cushion of the vintage bench, osc and lan were deep in conversation, the later one gesturing widely with his hands while the aussie acted more like a listener to him, etching his face closer to the other male's gorgeous one, whilst sipping on a milk tea, you had recommended hours ago.

you, the one who was missing, cancelled after they had already ordered drinks, so now they waited for their food to arrive.

the restaurant was indeed as cozy looking as he pictures had promised and the red-golden theme with the burning candles all over the tables and dim lighting of the many chandeliers gave off book romance, you loved to rant about — at the arrival on the table oscar nearly felt his heart stop, realising what you were on about; setting him up with his teammate.

right now, he didn't mind you playing cupid, he rather liked this date (even though, lando might not get it).

". . and then the idea of quadrant athletes was born. pretty cool, osc, right?", the older man rambled off, sending a charming grin his way, he fell in love with. oscar grew bold, grabbing lando's hand in his, signaling that he was impressed with his off-track work. "it really is, yes. watched the video, sick production."

lan's face morphed into a bashful expression, eyes fixed on his own thumb swiping the skin of the aussie's hand, which was much softer than his. "would you ever consider modelling for my merch? you'd make such a handsome model."

equally bashful, oscar's lips spread into a thin smile. "pay the date's expensive and i might just do it, lan. just dont put me in an ugly colour. i fear y/n wouldn't let it down for weeks."

"this is a date?", the brit asked aloud, eyes widened at the comment. "fuck, y/n is a miracle working, isn't she?" sighning in relief, oscar nodded as the array of food arrived and the dug in, not letting go of each others hand, feet connected under the long table cloth.

in the end, lando took oscar back to his place, a majestic hotel room with a beautiful overlook of the city to their feet, meters high in the dark sky and the aussie, impatient as he was, got on his knees to finally end his hunger, the desire of tasting the saltiness of his crushes cock.

he made quick work, pushing lando against the window, pulling down the flowy black pants and tightened boxer shorts, which didn't hide the outline of his dick at all. the fat leaking tip had pre-cum showing out off the slit and the aussie gently licked it away, getting an unholy moan in return, causing him to moan aswell. he took down the long shaft, playing with the man's balls like a man obsessed. "such a pretty cock you have, lan", he mumbled, lips covered in spit and cum as he looked up in the lusty gaze. oscar felt the desperation, the other man's hand gliding through the kneeling man's luscious hair, trying to get him to suck him off till he cum — oscar didn't gate keep, sucking his teammate dry off his last shot.

"you're a natural, baby", lando said after catching his breath from kissing until their lips were swollen; they sat on the bed now, oscar already took his hard on and the aftercare in his own hands (lando had watched him cum, licking the white from the aussies dick and fingers as if it was the most delicious frosting. he also demanded the younger one to take a picture for you to thank you for your service). "i'll never let you go", he said clearly. "just not because you suck dick better than anyone i've ever had sex with but because i'm totally obsessed and utterly like you. 'm carzy for you and if you'll have me, then I'd be the happiest man on earth, osc."

blushing, oscar locked his lips with him, tasting the bitter taste of his own cum though he didn't mind, only breaking the kiss apart when the need for air preponderanted their desire. "dont have anyone else but you on my mind. now cuddle with me, treasure."

and so they did, cuddling under the warm blanket in just their underwear, feeling their naked skin on each other, as their eyes grew heavy. in his drowsy state oscar remembered one thing. "we should definitely thank sweets for this."

"agree but let's sleep and start the next day with soft kisses and sex, yeah? then we can talk about our helping hand."

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