#i guess it makes sense bc it’s like out of sight out of mind

[priestfrommidnightmass]

turns out when you don’t use social media you actually seize to exist to everyone you know which is kind of a blessing and definitely a curse

[improbable-outset]

I hath a steamy scientist Miguel suggestion

Imagine he’s working on an aphrodisiac and is being as careful as he possibly can be. However he didn’t consider how his spider biology makes him immune in certain doses. So he keeps the cap on the bottle off for just a few moments. Enough for you to walk in and immediately get a whiff.

But you don’t notice at first and take it as some horniness, however the drug comes in waves. And as Miguel goes in to hug you. You can help but hump him. The rest you decide :3

I love this idea omg- I know I posted saying I was gonna post this on Friday but I got too impatient lol

📄 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

𝐀𝐎3 | 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 | 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k

𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Wife!Reader, Aphrodisiac influences, dry humping, innuendos. Reader just being extra horny lmao

𝐀/𝐍: You know, in my two and a half years of writing smut, I’ve only written a dry humping fic once (forest sex lmao a clusterfuck bc I stepped out of my comfort zone for that one) so it’s not the best 😭 but I guess practice makes progress

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It’s a routine for you to come into Miguel’s lab every once in a while, but this time you feel a strong sense of arousal out of nowhere

You could see him through the big glass window that offered a wide view of his lab’s interior. He had his back facing you, perched on the swivel chair, but you noticed him tinkering with some test tubes on the bench in front of him.

Nothing new; he would always be working on something whenever you came here. He still hadn’t noticed you were just a few feet away from him, too engrossed in whatever it was he was working on.

You stepped towards the doors, clutching the paper bag in your hand with food you were planning to share with him. The lab doors opened with a hydraulic hiss, finally catching Miguel’s attention.

He craned his neck towards your direction. He held a hard gaze, obviously annoyed with whoever just barged into his lab, but that immediately morphed into a tender smile once he saw it was you.

As you stepped further into his lab, the sterile smell got stronger— a scent you were all too familiar with. But this time there was another faint underlying scent that you couldn’t fully capture.

It tingled your senses but you brushed it off as just another compound he was probably synthesising. Again, nothing new.

“Hey you…” he said, his voice rich like honey.

He peeled off his latex gloves and stood up from his chair abruptly in jubilant, the swivel chair squeaked from the sudden absence of his weight.

Your lips tugged up in a shy smile. “Hey there stranger,”

He had his lab coat on that shrouded the digital spider suit underneath. A testament of his dual life as a superhero and a scientist.

You’ve always seen him like this whenever you would visit him on the clock, but for some reason as he stepped closer towards you with long strides, you felt your heart rate increase and a sudden heat rushing to your core.

“Sorry about the mess, I didn’t expect you to come so early,” he finished his sentence by dumping the gloves in a nearby bin.

Your senses were tingling more prominently now and the new scent you smelt earlier was getting more apparent. There was a sudden alluring shift in the air and you couldn’t tell if it was the smell that was getting to your head or your husband's sudden accelerated sex appeal. Either way you could feel your mind slowly turn into mush.

“Are those for me?” Miguel asked, pointing to the bag. His question quickly forced you back into the present, away from your chain of thoughts.

You nodded quickly, too afraid to open your mouth. Instead you thrust your hand out with the bag for him to take.

He took the bag from you and peeked inside. “Tres leches cake?”

You could feel your heart almost leap out of your chest the way his face lit up. A sight you would forever burn into your psyche. He placed the bag down on the nearest bench and cupped your cheeks.

The coldness of the platinum from the wedding band brushed against your flushed skin as he held your face in his hands. His touches felt like fire to you, making you jolt ever so slightly.

“You're really spoiling me here, mi alma. Really helping me forget about how terrible today was going,” he uttered, slowly leaning his face closer to yours.

His words would’ve tugged your heartstrings but right now, you couldn’t fully focus on what he was saying. The tingling feeling was too strong for you to ignore now, and his gaze he had on you wasn’t helping either.

He kissed your lips, soft and tender, yet you felt like you were going to combust. Those few seconds his lips were on yours felt like a lifetime before he pulled away, but his broad arms now enveloped around your waist, keeping you in his warmth.

The close proximity between the two of you was making you dizzy. You were hyper aware of how his body was pressed against yours, and you could almost feel your clit brush over his crotch.

If you were to grind your hips right now, you could probably rub the sensitive bud just right.

You really didn’t want to ruin a sweet moment. He was just showing his appreciation to you but you couldn’t help yourself from rolling your hips against his crotch just once.

You weren’t surprised when you got no response. He probably just saw it as a mishap. Reluctantly, you did it again, a little rougher this time.

It definitely didn’t go unnoticed by him now because you heard a stifled groan against your neck. He pulled his face away just enough so you could see him.

“Mig…” you whispered. His eyes were searching yours, trying to figure out what was going through your head. If only he knew.

There were several reasons why this wasn’t the best time to be doing this, in his workplace more specifically, but your mind was too hazy to even come up with one.

Your senses were thrown out the window and you started to grind against his lower half, desperate for some sort of friction.

“Easy…I’m-” Miguel's words were cut off when you felt a sudden jab between his legs. He was getting aroused just as you were. You angled yourself so you had better access to his hips, with your arms wrapped around his neck. His hardened dick gave the perfect pressure you needed.

“So, is this what you wanted? You missed me this much, hm?” The words escaped in a breathy tone, and you could see his fangs emerging from his canine as he opened his mouth to talk. You could sense the underlying teasing in his voice that had your wetness pool your panties.

You didn’t know where this sudden urge came from. You were actually fully intending on spending this time sharing the cake you made. But the euphoria was coming in strong waves and you couldn’t resist anymore.

Your clit was starting to throb as you felt his dick grind against your clothed cunt. Even if he only had a digital suit on that could easily disappear with a few taps of his watch, it still felt painfully restricted.

Your walls were clutching onto nothing, desperate to feel him inside you and reach every crevice.

You didn’t expect him to start grinding his hips onto you too. You had to bite back your desperate moan from the sudden shift in dynamics. The way he was rubbing on you made your panties press onto your slick folds as more of your wetness was spilling out of your cunt.

Your arms reached to his waist to pull his hips further against yours, a desperate attempt to get more friction out of him. Your knees were about to give in and you could only just about hold yourself up. A staggered moan was heard from him before he halted suddenly.

“The window.” He managed to spatter out. Your line of vision quickly turned to where he was looking.

The window, the first thing you would see before you would come into the lab. All the moisture dried up from your mouth and it was not just from your breathless moans.

There was a momentary pause in your arousal that was quickly replaced with frustration. You were so caught up in trying to chase your high, you weren’t focusing on your surroundings.

Any Spider Person could walk past here and catch you both. The last thing you wanted was your husband, a leader that had so many people relying on him, to be caught red handed in a predicament from something you initiated.

He withdrew himself away from you, taking all the warmth with him to pull up the sleeve of his lab coat. It was an easy fix, all he had to do was tap on his watch, turning the glass opaque and giving the privacy you both needed.

Just when he was about to pull you in again, he froze. Something else was on his mind. He turned his face to his bench where he was working before you came in. You frowned from his lack of attention.

“What now?” You huffed, your torment evident in your voice. Was he going to go back to work? Did he not want you here anymore? His sudden dismissal made you feel ill with unease.

“Shock, the aphrodisiac was uncapped.” He said as he swiftly moved to the bench. You blinked, trying to process if you heard him right.

“What?”

“The aphrodisiac, it was an oversight. Explains why you were acting so…needy just now,” he placed the cap back onto the vial, the scent from earlier slowly fading away. You cocked your brow inquisitively.

“Why are you messing around with an aphrodisiac in the first place?” You didn’t think he would need a sex enhancing substance as a geneticist.

Even after he secured the cap back onto the aphrodisiac, your clit was still throbbing and you were still desperate for some sort of release.

“It’s not what it looks like. I was working on an experimental chemical compound for a project. I guess I underestimated how strong the reaction could get,” he said sheepishly, turning back to face you again.

“My God, Miguel…” you sighed. It was all making sense now. You wouldn’t be feeling this turned on without some sort of stimuli.

“But we don’t have to stop. I could pause my work for a little longer for some ‘us-time’” he said before lifting you and placing you on a clearer bench. A smirk crept on his lips and you could see the lust swirling in his eyes.

Despite the air being charged along with your flared libido, you still didn’t forget the main reason you came in here.

“What about the cake?” You gestured to the bag that was still sitting on the other end of the bench.

“The cake can wait, we might as well finish what you started without any unintended side effects,” he ended his sentence with a tap on his watch, disengaging his suit.

Precum was already leaking from the tip…

Eager and pent up.

I hope I did you justice here lol. A wise women (one of my fave fic writers) once said, your clit throbbing is your second heartbeat ;)

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[chxrrysangel]

Wanna Play a Game ?

Trick | roleplay

Pairing | Dabi x fem!reader

Warnings | i guess dubcon?? but also like not really, knife play, a singular mention of blood/injury, fingering, choking, oral ( m + f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), alluded to aftercare, mask kink lowkey, honorifics, degradation, dabi has a pierced dick bc I said so

A/n | not proofread, we die like men (i'll do it later, i promise)

Wordcount | 3,205 words

The night was dark and quiet, almost too quiet. The whirring of the television and your intermittent gasps of fright was music to his ears. Hellraiser had never been a favorite franchise, but with everyone raving about the reboot you decided to give it a shot. If you were being honest, Odessa A’zion was the sole reason for giving it a chance. The music took a turn, suspense making your heart race with anticipation. 

Ring Ring 

A yelp left your lips before even registering the sound of the phone. It was unlike anyone to call this late, small town and all. Everything closed at like 8pm, as if everyone old or young had an early bedtime. It was almost as comical as it was annoying. Shaking hands unclipped the device from its receiver, listening for the connection to stabilize. 

“Hello?” 

“Hi. Who is this?” 

You scoffed. “I think you have the wrong number.” 

There was a small beat of silence before the receiver picked up sound. 

“Do I?” Who is this guy? 

“Yes you do. I’m hanging up, have a nice night.” You ended the call, feeling a sense of unplaced fear. With a small town like this, everyone still used the yellow pages. The possibility of dialing the wrong number was pretty low. Continuing the movie, your mind wandered to oggling Odessa and Drew’s characters, the stranger on the phone long forgotten. 

Ring Ring 

Not even bothering to press pause, you picked up the house phone with clear exasperation. 

“Yes, can I help you?” 

“I’m sorry.” It was the same strange voice. 

“You called me again to apologize?” Some time between your question and the awaited response, a character on the screen screeched in pure terror, catching you off guard. 

“Yes I did. Are you watching a scary movie?”

“...yes I am. And I’d like to get back to it.” 

“Do you like scary movies?” 

“Some of them.” You figured that by keeping your answer short, he would eventually get bored and hang up. 

“Which ones?”

“Jennifer’s Body. Scream. Chucky. Ones like that.”

“You have good taste, sweetheart.” 

“Thank you, I’m hanging up now if you don’t mind.” 

“I do mind, actually.” 

“Well, I’m sorry but that’s too b–”. Your sentence was interrupted by a loud banging on the front door. Tentatively, you tiptoed towards the peephole and looked through to see nothing. 

What the fuck? 

You turned around to a dark kitchen, making you shriek. The television flickered back and forth on its own, fear and bile rising up your throat. The stranger on the other line seemed irrelevant at this point, too caught up in the strange sight before you. To make matters worse, the pounding on the front door returned, shaking you to your core. 

“Who is it?” There was no response, which only scared you more. With shaking hands, you opened the door and peered outside. The porch was empty, just as you had expected. You tried to calm your heart, deciding to worry about all of this another time. Every instinct you had escaped you, the naivete of a small town making you less cautious than you probably should be. You shook your head, closing the door to return to your movie.

Except the door got caught on something. 

A foot to be exact. 

Your eyes bulged out at the sight of the mystery black boot, fearing who could possibly be attached to it.. Your entire body shook with pure terror, a tall stranger looming over you in a mask. His head tilted in animalistic curiosity, unmoving but frightening all the same. 

“Did no one ever tell you the first rule of scary movies, sweetheart? Don’t open the door for strangers.” He chuckled darkly, stepping over the threshold as you stupidly stepped backwards. Despite everything in your body telling you to run, it was like you were frozen in place. The large man clicked his tongue with disapproval, seemingly at your lack of instincts. A gloved hand came up to your face, grabbing onto your jaw to hold you in place. You could feel his warm breath on your cold skin with his increased proximity, fanning your ear while he whispered. 

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing home alone, hm?” A tear fell down your cheek, too frozen with fear to respond or do anything else. He backed up a few spaces, watching you stand helplessly like a gazelle caught in the lion’s den.

“Not gonna run from me? But that’s no fun.” He sounded sickeningly disappointed, which only worsened your anxiety of what was to come. It was at this moment you noticed something shining in his other hand, your eyes widening as you identified the foreign object. He seemed to put two and two together, bringing the blade up to your face. 

“Oh sweetheart, don’t worry ‘m not gonna kill ya, not yet at least.” You’d almost think he was sincere if the circumstances were different. Even behind a mask, his smile was evident. 

As if some higher power guided you to sanity, you suddenly developed a sliver of bravery. So you ran, as fast as your feet could carry you without wasting a single moment to look back. Haphazardly you ran into your bedroom and slammed the door, searching frantically for a hiding spot. The closet seemed like your best option, having no time to think of something better. You waited there, breathing as quietly as you could muster given the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You’ve never felt fear quite like this moment, which could very easily be your last. For a few minutes the house was virtually silent, but you couldn’t be stupid enough to be lured out under false pretenses. It was never that easy. Suddenly your bedroom door slammed open, the stranger walking into your safe space. His large boots made impressions into the carpet with each step, a faint eerie whistle being heard under his mask. 

“Honey, I know you’re in here. Can’t hide from someone like me, baby.” A light shined in your face, blinding you as the closet doors opened. 

“There you are.” How someone whose eyes can’t be met could be so terrifying was incredible. 

You begged  for your life, feeling so unlike yourself. It was an out-of-body experience, kissing the boots of a stranger and begging him not to kill you. The coldness of his blade pushed up your chin, forcing your eyes towards where you assumed his own sat.

“I told you, my sweet, I have much better plans in mind.” He stood much straighter now, towering over your kneeling figure. The cloak he wore earlier was gone, although he kept the mask for obvious reasons. 

“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this.” Your eyes flickered down his figure instinctually, catching on the growing bulge  beneath his black jeans. He was enjoying this, although not quite in the matter you thought. You hated yourself for the wet feeling growing between your thighs as you stared. He chuckled, entertained by this moment. 

“I can see you staring.” 

The trance you were in broke, heat breaking out across your cheeks as you averted your gaze. 

“Don’t get all shy on me now, honey. I’ve caught you. And I think there’s a solution we both could enjoy.” 

The tall stranger didn’t wait for an answer, dropping his knife to begin unbuckling his pants. In one swift movement, his jeans and boxers pooled around his ankles. Purple scarring covered his lower legs, but your eyes could hardly focus on anything other than his dick hanging in front of your face. His tip leaked, red and swollen like it hurt. Metal jewelry glittered in the low light of the room, a jacob’s ladder and prince albert catching your eye. It was embarrassing how interested you were considering the circumstances. 

“Now be a good girl and suck.” 

Without much hesitation, your outstretched tongue gathers the dripping pearls of precum as you relax your jaw to accommodate him. He was large, much larger than most people you’ve had. The man groaned as his tip hit the back of your throat, a ring-clad coming to place itself on your cheek. On occasion, he thrusted into your mouth, chuckling when you gagged. Tears began to well in your eyes, clouding your vision a bit. Despite his air of dominance, whimpers could be heard beneath the mask, signaling how much he enjoyed this. 

“So good, that’s it. F-fuck,” he stuttered. Using your prior knowledge, you began to roll his balls between your fingertips as you sucked him off. His thrusts began to lose rhythm, signaling that he was very close. 

“Shit, shit. I’m gonna fucking cum. Stop.” He pulled you off, not allowing you to refuse and push him over the edge.

“Not so fast, pretty girl. Bed, now.” 

Not arguing despite instinct saying otherwise, you sat down on the bed and awaited instruction. He didn’t say much, grabbing your arm and turning you to lay on your stomach. A coldness danced its way up your back and down your thighs, making you shiver. The heat from his body radiated off him like a furnace, which only made each anticipatory moment pass by even slower. Eager hands pulled down your shorts, being thrown somewhere behind his shoulder. 

“Spread those legs for me sweetheart.” You did as told, hearing a groan in response. Even through the cotton fabric, your pussy shined with arousal, making him more turned on than he thought was possible. Not wasting a single moment, he ran his fingers along your slit and pressed against your clit. He cursed under his breath as you leaned into his touch, desperate for any pleasure he was willing to offer. 

“Oh that’s cute.” 

He slipped one finger in, meeting little resistance as your cunt sucked him in. It was a sight to behold, making him wish he brought a camera. You mewled below him, ass pushing against his hand as you chased your own pleasure. He chuckled, enjoying how obviously needy you were and the lack of shame you possessed in hiding it. But just as you felt an orgasm approaching, he took his hand away. 

“Not yet..” You groaned in frustration, but stayed quiet otherwise. 

Dabi spread your legs wide, enough to accommodate his shoulders as he lay beneath you and brought your core to his face. The ball of his apparent tongue piercing rolled along your clit, making you cry out of pleasure. 

“F-fuck,” you managed to stutter out. His tongue was gifted, sucking on your clit with just the right amount of pressure to drive someone insane. He wasn’t afraid to be messy, loudly slurping and sucking to the point where it was almost nasty. Dabi pulled your body closer to his mouth, impossibly closer, like he was trying to absorb you. Your hips ground against his face, chasing your slowly creeping orgasm.

“More, need more.” Because you begged so nicely, Dabi obliged your request by curling two fingers into your hole. His thick digits pressed against your g-spot, making your toes curl as you felt your stomach tighten as your orgasm approached. You could only blabber incoherently, speaking words that not even you could bother to understand. All you knew is that you were cumming, quickly. You collapsed on the bed, legs jelly and head fuzzy as you came down. 

Dabi couldn’t wait for you to come to, deciding to take matters into his own hands.  

He manhandled your frame, pushing your knees into your chest as he pressed his weight against the back of your thighs. The tip of his dick prodded at your entrance, gathering the slick of your cum. Majority of his face remained covered by the mask, but his wicked grin shone brightly in the dimly lit bedroom

There was a level of shame that lodged itself in your chest, embarrassed by how turned on you felt in that moment. 

“You’re even prettier in this position.” His teeth grazed the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. 

You could practically feel his cock in your throat as he stretched you inch by inch, agonizingly slow as he watched your features. He could tell you were overwhelmed, which only made him harder. 

“Fucking hell,” Dabi whispered under his breath. Killing you would be such a shame now.

His thrusts were slow but methodical, ensuring you could feel every single piercing and vein. His warm breath fanned your face, engulfing you in his scent as he held you close. He smelled like smoke, undercut by the scent of bergamot and the faintest hint of vanilla and mint. It was intoxicating. 

“I can feel you squeezing me. Wanna cum already?,” he teased. His tone was wickedly condescending, prompting you to try and hide your face in the sheets. 

His strong hand gripped your chin, forcing eye contact. He clicked his tongue in disapproval. 

“You can’t hide from me, princess. Be a good girl.”

His calloused fingertips rubbed circles against your clit, pushing you further towards the edge. It was almost like he needed you to cum, more than he did. He set a vicious pace, knocking the air from your lungs with every push into the mattress. He pushed your legs further, creating a new angle as your body curled into itself. It hurt so good. Dabi never shied away from being vocal, cursing under his breath as he whined about how good you felt. 

He leans down, pulling you into a kiss. It’s neither soft nor caring, purely animalistic as he bullies his tongue into your mouth. The hunger he felt translated across, desperation evident in his forceful thrusts as you kissed back. You attempt to grab his hair, realizing that the mask still covered most of his face. Uncaring, he pulled it off completely, throwing it somewhere in the corner to be searched for later.  You taste each other on your tongues, the sin of it all turning you on more. He finally breaks the kiss, out of breath as he chases your lips again before rethinking it. 

“I–”, he dives back in for a chaste kiss, “– own –” , another kiss, “–you.” He remains close, practically sharing each breath between you as you stare firmly into his blue eyes. He pulls out, motioning you to turn on to your hands and knees. You did as told, submitting fully. The lack of sight as he shuffled behind you should have been anxiety-inducing, but it wasn’t. 

He dragged the dull edge of his knife down the indent of your spine, the most gentle of pressure enough to leave goosebumps in its wake. But as he reached the curve of your lower back, he pressed inward, pushing the blade into your skin until it broke. You felt a pinch that quickly flowed into a sharp ache as small droplets pooled on the surface of your back. 

He hushed your panic, pushing your head back down to lay against the mattress. The wet muscle of what you quickly realized was his tongue gathered the mess, licking up your back as you shivered. 

“I could do horrific things to you.” The darkness in his tone made it abundantly clear that he meant every word. It was exhilarating. 

“But first, I wanna play.” 

He leaned over as he guided himself inside, meeting no resistance as he bottomed out. His teeth nipped at your ear, a sensitive spot on your part. He pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek, uncharacteristically gentle.

From this angle he feels so much bigger, knocking the air from your lungs as you’re forced to accommodate his size. 

“Fu-” the curse dies in your throat as it turns into a choked gasp. 

He brings a hand back to your throat, applying pressure to both sides as he guides you to straighten up against him, making him hit new depths that have you hissing out. You mewl as he continues to thrust at an agonizingly slow pace, make sure you feel everything. 

“Look at you, whining like some slut.” He feels you clench at that, smiling into your skin. 

You can only moan in response as he slowly pulls back his hips, the ridges of his piercings gliding against your walls.

“You’re pitiful,” he groans into your ear, pressing his fingertips further against your throat, cutting off the circulation for only a moment. “Getting cockdrunk by some guy trying to kill you. You dirty fucking girl.” 

You can only continue your pathetic whines, reaching back to grasp onto him for stability. 

He slams back in, letting you drop forward. You hardly manage to keep yourself up, limbs jelly and unstable. Each time he snaps his hips forward, the sound of skin slapping ricochets off the bedroom walls around you. He grips your hip bone, forcing your hips to meet every thrust. 

“Tell me how good I’m making you feel, baby,” he huffs out, the building orgasm apparent in the slight shake of his voice. “Go ahead, say it.” His balls catch your clit, making your eyes cross as you struggle to stay present. 

“So good. Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you answer to best of your ability. Your answer was weak, eyes tearing up as you felt your gut clench. He was ruining you and he knew it.  He pulls you back upwards by the throat, planting a sloppy kiss on your lips as he moans into your mouth. 

“Say it again. Like you mean it.” 

“Fuck, right there, please. Feels so good — ha — I’m so close.” 

His fingers connect with your clit, working a mind-numbing pattern that has you nearly slipping out of unconsciousness as his vigorous thrusting returns. It’s harsh, the lines of pain and pleasure continuing to blur as you cum on his cock. Your body tenses in pleasure, everything fading into the background, before releasing as you collapse. 

His pace falters as his own orgasm takes over, spilling inside you as he cries out in ecstasy. You couldn’t even be bothered to consider the consequences of that at the moment, trying your best to catch your breath as you laid there together. 

Seconds turned to minutes as the reality of the situation passed over you. Dabi had hardly moved, staring at the ceiling as he reminisced on the last hour or so. You turned over to him, checking in on his current state. His blue eyes met yours with soft crinkling at the corners, heavy lidded eyes softening as he stared. 

“Come ‘ere,” he whispered. You obliged, leaning in close with the expectation of him wanting to tell you something. Instead he kissed you softly, a sharp contrast to the night’s previous events. He hummed in satisfaction against your lips, before pulling away reluctantly. 

“Was I too rough?”

 You shook your head assuringly, letting out a few tuts as though he was asking a stupid question. 

“Just asking.” He felt equally stupid asking, especially considering it was your idea, but he had to be sure. The bed dipped as he padded over to your shared bathroom, turning on the shower for the two of you. He leaned against the door frame, watching you curl into the sheets as you awaited the inevitable dragging to the bathroom for cleanup. 

[pintrestgrl]

Hello! I have a request?

Pogue!reader gets mad at Jj during a party and starts walking home. Rafe is going on a beer run or something and sees her walking alone and makes her get in so he can drive her home. Maybe he’s also secretly in love with her??

Thank you!

- Elle 🩶

hiii !! i’m gonna mostly base this off of that one ep of euphoria with cassie and nate, bcs it def reminds me of that !!

anyways hope you enjoy and ty all for the requests !! ily ily

niceish!rafe with pogue!reader

you were pissed. embarrassed. insecure.

all of that, was due to jj.

you had reluctantly gotten back together with him after a month break, and he took you to this party on the boneyard.

everything was supposed to be okay, right? no.

he just had to flirt with some touron right infront of your face. he quite literally was buttering her up in front of your eyes, arm around her shoulder and everything.

you felt tears prick at your eyes. but you couldn’t show that in front of jj. he probably wouldn’t even bat an eyelash anyways.

so you downed your drink, storming off from the party.

you gave him so many chances, and every single time he messed up.

you swore this was the last. you couldn’t do this anymore.

as you were walking, you heard a voice. a deep one, at that. calling out your name

you looked up, seeing a truck to the side of you.

it was rafe. rafe cameron.

you knew who he was. everyone did. he was ward camerons son, and a complete asshole.

your face contorted with confusion at the sight of him, before speaking.

“rafe? what do you want?”

he looked reluctant to speak again, almost like he didn’t want to be seen talking to you.

“get in. hurry up.”

you studied his face, looking for any sign of teasing or sarcasm.

but, you found none.

you also knew, that if jj knew you were in rafe camerons car, he’d go berserk.

which only made you reluctantly nod, speaking.

“uhh— yeah. okay.”

you got in, almost falling at the lift on his truck.

it was clean inside. smelt like fresh laundry, and there was a 6-pack of beer on top of the center console.

this was the last persons car you expected to be in.

you both sat in silence, only exchanging subtle glances when you thought the other wasn’t looking.

he finally spoke.

“why’d you leave the party?”

you flinched at the reminder of why. it wasn’t like you felt good admitting what jj had done.

“um— jj. i just, got mad at him. so i left.”

he scoffed, listening to your words.

“you two are back together?”

you nodded slowly, embarrassed.

“yeah. we were, but not anymore i guess.”

he rolled his eyes, his grip on the steering wheel subtly getting a bit tighter.

he spoke.

“he’s stupid. all i ever see him doing is cheating on you. stop getting back with him.”

you frowned at his words, not knowing this wasn’t the first time jj cheated.

but there was a way rafe demanded it from you. not giving you advice, demanding it. expecting it.

you nodded, speaking.

“yeah. probably.”

he looked almost like he didn’t wanna answer, like he had something on his mind.

he spoke.

“i don’t know why he does that shit. you’re a pretty girl. prettier then the girls he’s sneaking around with.”

you felt a sort of sense of, pride? rafe cameron thought you were pretty. a kook. a rich kid.

you had to hide the slanted smile that came to your face, before speaking. quietly, at that.

“thank you.”

you were about to speak again, before you heard him continue rambling on.

“i mean, like seriously. you’re a really good girl to have. you’re better then those other shitty pogues.”

you probably should’ve gotten defensive at him talking about your friends like that, but you couldn’t find it in you to have a remark back.

you spoke.

“i am?”

he nodded, continuing on. his eyes not leaving the road.

“yeah, of course you are. you don’t even seem like a pogue. you weren’t meant for that. you’re perfect.”

your lips parted at the last sentence of his words, but he quickly corrected himself.

“to be a kook, i mean. you’re perfect to be a kook.”

you nodded slowly, trying to ignore the way the sweet words rang in your ears.

you spoke.

“yeah, um— i guess so.”

the ride went silent a bit, before you slowly came to a stop outside your house.

you didn’t give him your address. you didn’t even know where he was taking tupi at first. some part of you felt like you shouldn’t ask though.

you spoke.

“thank you. for the ride, i mean.”

he nodded, turning his eyes to look over your dress as you unbuckled your seatbelt.

you opened the door, about to hop down of the high truck, before you heard his voice.

“wait— um, okay. i need to say something.”

you nodded, giving him room to talk.

he breathed, running his hands over his face. muttering a curse or two under his breath.

“fuck— okay, um. so, i like you. like actually like you. no bullshit. you’re really pretty, and— yeah. all that shit.”

you furrowed your brows at his words, wondering how many drugs had to be in his body for him to admit something like that to you.

you spoke.

“rafe, are you fucking with me?”

he quickly shook his head, before talking.

“no, i’m like dead serious. i really, really like you.”

a sweet, small smile came to your face. bringing a blush along with it, too.

you spoke.

“i didn’t know that. since when?”

he breathed, not really looking at your eyes. more your tits, but you didn’t mind.

he spoke.

“uhh— kinda like, since forever?”

your smile grew bigger, and you have absolutely no idea what came over you.

but, you leaned forward. planting your hands on the center console to steady yourself, before pressing an open-mouthed kiss against his lips.

you moved your lips with his for a moment, him definitely reciprocating.

you pulled away, before smiling and mumbling against his lips.

“i think i really like you too.”

it was then, that your words and actions hit you like a truck. you had to get out of there.

so, you did. you pulled yourself fully away, quickly hopping out of the truck, embarrassingly speed walking to your door.

as you went to bed that night, your mind was filled with thoughts.

did he actually like you?

did he just feel bad for you?

you didn’t know.

and you didn’t know if you could work up the courage to ask.

[aesthetically-dying101]

how did geto and shoko react when they found out that gojo was getting married in the catalyst for anguish? why did they argue? do they ever miss each other? (im just really curious sorry)

A/N: thank you for the ask?? omg??? Based on: This! and After

Geto lost his shit (negatively), Shoko just felt bad for the poor girl and lost her shit (positively, she couldn't breath bc she was laughing so hard).

Which basically meant that Geto was out of his mind that Gojo got married before he did. He got the invite in the mail and poor man was vastly confused:

The envelope was gilded, the edges trimmed in fine silver. The weight of it was excessive, decadent in a way only one man would approve of. Suguru Geto held it between two fingers, his lips pressed into a thin line. Even without opening it, he knew who it was from.

No one else would be so ostentatious.

Suguru scoffed as he reader the invitation. Y/N Cordova? That quiet girl who used to sit at the edge of gatherings, face blank but eyes sharp? He remembered her well—she’d been unremarkable in the eyes of court society, a fact they made sure she never forgot.

And now she was marrying him?

The Crown Prince? Satoru Gojo, the untouchable golden child, the strongest, the one he... hadn't spoken to in years.

A wave of emotions rose, unbidden. Satoru Gojo. His best friend. His greatest adversary. The man he hadn’t spoken to in years, not since their falling out.

His own pride and honor had kept him from reaching out.

Still, the invitation sat heavy in his hands, a thread extending from a frayed bond.

"Guess I’m going back," Geto murmured, tucking the invitation into his coat.

*-*

The royal palace was.. was exactly how he remembered it.

Dramatic and over the top.

He moved through it all like a ghost, his dark robes a stark contrast to the vibrant atmosphere.

When he was finally escorted into the royal chambers, the sight of Gojo hit him like a wave. Satoru stood by the window, dressed in a finely tailored suit that screamed both nobility and extravagance. His snowy hair was perfectly styled, but those telltale sunglasses perched on his nose remained a defiant nod to his irreverent spirit.

"Suguru," Gojo greeted without turning, as if he’d sensed him the moment he walked in. His voice was calm, yet carried an undercurrent of tension.

"Your Majesty," Geto replied, voice laced with mock formality-which made Gojo tense. "Congratulations on the engagement."

"Thanks." Gojo turned. "I wasn’t sure you’d come."

"You weren’t sure?" Geto raised an eyebrow. "After you send me that invitation? Gilded edges? Calligraphy? Subtlety isn’t your strong suit, is it?"

Gojo chuckled, but it didn’t mask the guilt flickering in his expression. "I needed an excuse to see you again."

Geto crossed his arms, leaning casually against the doorframe. "You could’ve written. Or apologized. Or maybe not yelled at me in the first place."

"Fair points," Gojo admitted (Gojo? Being the bigger person? Amazing), scratching the back of his neck. "Look, Suguru... I know I was out of line back then. I’ve spent the last year trying to figure out how to fix things. And now, with the wedding coming up, I—"

"You figured this was the perfect time to reconcile?" Geto interrupted. "What, you wanted me here for appearances?"

"That’s not it," Gojo said, stepping closer, his expression unusually earnest. "I wanted you here because... you’re my friend. You’ve always been my friend. I.. I wanted her to meet one of the most important people in my life."

Geto sighed, the tension in his shoulders loosening.

"So you’ll stay for the wedding?" Gojo asked, a hopeful grin breaking across his face.

"Yeah, I’ll stay," Geto replied. He gestured vaguely toward Gojo’s suit. "Someone has to make sure you don’t trip over yourself in front of the entire court."

Gojo laughed, the sound filling the room with a warmth Geto hadn’t realized he’d missed. "You’ll love her, by the way. She’s not what you’re expecting."

"We’ll see about that," Geto said, though his tone was teasing.

As they settled into a familiar rhythm, the tension from years of estrangement began to fade. Finally, Geto leaned against the back of a chair, a sly grin spreading across his face.

"Still," he quipped, "I’m pretty pissed you’re getting married before me. Thought we had an unspoken agreement—you know, to die alone together."

Gojo laughed so hard he had to grip the edge of the window sill for support. "Suguru, if you want, I’ll write you into the royal decree. 'No weddings for Gojo unless Geto goes first.' Happy?"

"Ecstatic," Geto deadpanned, but his smile lingered.

For the first time in years, it felt like they were back where they belonged—side by side, laughing at the absurdity of it all.

*-*

Amidst it all, Shoko Ieiri strolled in. She hadn’t seen Gojo or Geto in over a year—ever since the fallout and since she had chosen to leave to study.

She was led into one of the palace’s grand lounges, where Gojo and Geto were seated, a scene that momentarily surprised her.

Both of them, in the same room? And not killing each other?

Progress.

“Well, well,” Shoko drawled, lighting a cigarette as she walked in, ignoring the attendant who shot her a scandalized look. "If it isn’t His Majesty, Crown Prince Gojo, gracing me with his presence. I’ll admit, I half expected you to have replaced us with new, shinier friends by now.”

Gojo grinned, spreading his arms wide. “Shoko! You wound me. I’d never replace you. Who else would keep me humble?”

“You? Humble?” she snorted, then glanced toward Geto. “And look at you two, playing nice. Did the royal invitation soften your icy heart, Suguru?”

Geto chuckled. “More like it annoyed me into showing up.”

“Figures,” Shoko said, plopping into a nearby armchair and exhaling a cloud of smoke. Her sharp eyes landed back on Gojo. “So, Satoru. Who’s this poor woman you’ve conned into marrying you? Should I offer my condolences in advance? Does she need a gateway carriage?"

“Oh, you’ll love her,” Gojo replied, the smugness in his voice tempered by a surprising sincerity. “She’s... different. Amazing, really. She’s nothing like the court expects, which makes her perfect.”

Shoko raised an eyebrow, giving Geto a sideways glance. “He’s really gone soft, huh?”

“Completely,” Geto confirmed, smirking. “It’s honestly a little disturbing.”

“You two are just jealous,” Gojo retorted, lounging back dramatically. “You’ll see when you meet her tomorrow. Anyway, I didn’t just call you both here to reunite and bask in my brilliance.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Shoko muttered.

Gojo ignored her. “I have an official request. I want you two to be my best man and best woman.”

The room went silent for a beat.

“You’re serious?” Geto finally asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Dead serious,” Gojo replied. “Who else would it be? You two are my best friends. Always have been.”

Shoko leaned back, tapping ash from her cigarette, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “You’re lucky I find you mildly tolerable, Gojo. Fine, I’m in. But only because I want front-row seats to whatever disaster you inevitably cause during your vows.”

“Hey!” Gojo protested.

“And you, Suguru?” Gojo turned to Geto.

Geto sighed, though his expression softened. “Yeah, fine. Someone has to keep you from embarrassing yourself.”

Gojo grinned, clapping his hands together. “Perfect! The dream team is back. My fiancee going to love this.”

“Speaking of dreams,” Shoko interjected, smirking as she looked at Gojo. “When’s the last time you slept? You’ve got that manic 'I’m pretending not to be panicking' energy.”

“Shoko, I’m the crown prince. I thrive under pressure.”

“That’s funny,” she deadpanned. “Because you look like a man who’s about to trip over his cape and face-plant into a candelabra tomorrow.”

Geto snorted as Gojo shot her an exaggeratedly wounded look. “You’re both supposed to be supportive.”

“We are,” Geto said. “This is us being supportive.”

Shoko raised her glass to that. “To the poor bride. May she survive whatever chaos Satoru drags her into.”

Gojo groaned. For the first time in years, it felt like the three of them were back where they belonged, laughter like no time had passed at all.

A/N: I SWEAR I TRIPPED IDK WHY THERES SO MANY WORDS????? A L S O THANK YOU FOR THE ASK OMLLL

okay but genuinely i think geto would still be a bit pissed, same for gojo, theyd prolly fight it out properly in the castle park after both getting drunk, end up in the lake, half drenched while shoko and the wife watch (they made bets)

only reason why gojo won is cause he pulled geto's hair

:)

[eddiediazismyhusband]

That's a good point about it being the official account, not personal. I guess what gives me some sense of optimism is how happy they both look? Like even though they're both actors, Oliver especially is not great at hiding his true feelings sometimes while still being professional (see: that one interview with l*u) So if they were being forced into this, knowing that it was pure 100% bait with nothing good possibly coming for buddie this season (as you mentioned, things can change. but at least to start) I just don't know if either of them would look as smiley and carefree as they do.

But I also agree with you that we as fans often lose sight of the bigger picture of this still being a job and a business. We've seen cast members (*cough* Oliver, again) express displeasure with certain storylines in the past but at the end of the day it's their job to act, promote, and do certain things whether it's what they'd want or not. Fox before and ABC now want to get as much hype, hits, and eyeballs for the show to have success. Of course we love this kind of content, and in our minds it makes complete sense for certain roads to lead to certain ends but that can blind us at the same time.

I also want to say I appreciate you being so rational and honest with your concerns and being a space whether others can voice theirs

my view on the oliver thing is that that’s just how he is around ryan… the two of them cannot stop being little giggling blushing messes around each other (….take that for what you will….)

i also think the video was such a general “we’re back for season 8” and ryan decided to jump in and photobomb, and oliver probably assumed that that take wouldn’t be used (bc having worked in social media for productions before, those videos also have several takes that are examined by someone else before approval) so oliver most likely didn’t know if they would use this specific video or not— and so he and ryan were just being the goofballs they are

and don’t get me wrong i LOVE ryan and oliver content… when its being posted by themselves. its when the 911 instagram, the sole purpose of which is to draw attention for the show, uses them as this pretty thing to bring in likes and comments. so i dont believe they were as much being “forced” as much as i feel like it was a situation where oliver was told to film a promo video, ryan jumped in and they goofed off, assuming it probably wouldn’t be used (and also since it was such a general video not thinking about the buddie connotations) and a producer or someone else was like “this will get people talking” and it just went down the line and snowballed into yet snother talking point… which is exactly what they (the production) want it to be.

I really don’t like coming across as a debbie downer or someone who is constantly complaining about the show, but my anxiety prevents me from being able to healthily engage in speculation and (what may be fun for other people) delulu activity, and i kinda wanna be a place, like you said, where people can feel free to soundboard their own concerns about the show without fear of being told “YOURE WRONG BC I FEEL LIKE WE ARE CLOSER THAN EVER” like a lot of bigger blogs tend to do… i like to try and keep my expectations low and realistic (esp after not doing so last season, snd sesing how much mental stress it put me under) and i want to be able to be an outlet for people whose brains also work like that

now i don’t say this with the intent to yuck people’s yum and say you CANT have fun w spec and being delulu, but unfortunately a lot of bigger blogs get trigger happy and act like their delulu is 100% gospel truth what’s going to happen and it just sets up people for disappointment, and while for a lot of people that disappointment is nothing more than a “oh fuck not again… oh well” for some of us out brains process it differently and it creates a sense of dread and upset and i don’t want to be that person. i still have those moments where my brain wants to slip into delulu land, but i let myself do that so much last season to my own detriment that i am trying to remain much more pessimistic and cautious this time around, bc i have found that lower expectations usually yeild better (or more easily digested) results.

thank you for the ask/discussion, anon and im sorry for kinda hijacking your ask to make a post about the relationship between fandom activity and mental health but you kinda provided a clear stage and my yapping capabilities took over for a second 💀💀

[averagestarkidfan]

ok I keep really wanting to analyze hatchetfield themes but literally what are the lords in black?? like from a storytelling standpoint why these five? what do these motifs come together to create? when you are designing a pantheon of malevolent deities, why do you choose these guys?

I think we all seem to start with Nibbly when analyzing because he has the clearest main motif (and also the most interesting imo) so maybe it's a seven deadly sins thing, and Nibbly is greed

but if it's deadly sins then why are there five of them? like maybe Wiggly is both greed and pride? and they took out envy? or something? it just doesn't make sense to me, even though seven deadly sins was one of the first things that came to mind

well let's consider Blinky then, because he also has a very clear main motif. maybe it's meant to be the five senses! Nibbly is taste and Blinky is sight, in accordance with their main features. then, Pokey can be hearing, because of the whole singular voice thing. and I guess Wiggly is touch, which is kind of a reach but that can be like consumerism or something... but then Tinky fucking ruins it! bc how is that fucker smell? what does he do that is smelly?

so back to square one I guess. maybe let's start from Wiggly this time, he is kinda the main guy. he's also very green! maybe it's a color thing? ignoring the fact that there's the wrong number of them (there being 6 colors in the rainbow), let's explore this theory

green is definitely characterized by jealousy and greed, which would fit the capitalism thing he's got going on. and Nibbly is pink, which is just red, which can represent passion, which kind of fits. blue for Pokey is like inspiration and imagination so.. theater? that fits I guess. Yellow is excitement, which definitely fits Tinky. Blinky is both purple and orange, and purple is like independence, dignity, and royalty? I'm kinda shoving the puzzle pieces together here but maybe it's like royalty sitting on the throne and.. like.. watching people? and the orange is for.. enthusiasm. because he watches people with enthusiasm. It sort of fits, but only if I force it.

maybe there's not really a pattern going on, but like what is the deal with these guys? like two of them have animal symbolism (Nibbly and Tinky being pigs and goats respectively) but then Pokey is like goo and masks and musical theater, and Blinky is all eyeballs, and Wiggly is sort of like... the system of capitalism? It's a mess. A masterful mess, don't get me wrong, but a mess nonetheless.

If anyone has more info or perhaps more coherent theories let me know, I'm kinda going crazy over here.

[aanoia]

Post!Azkaban Sirius but he absolutely refuses to go outside in the cold no matter how many jackets he has on bc it reminds him of the dementors and gf!reader helps him work through it.

I made some changes from your request so I hope it's okay with you! Of course if it's not, I'm terribly sorry and feel free to request again and I will definitely rewrite it exactly how you requested. Otherwise, thank you so much for the request, I loved this idea so much and i hope you love what I made out of it!

Cold

Sirius Black x reader

Summary; I hate making these.

Words; 1041

Warnings; ptsd, flashbacks, trauma, yk, the usual with our boy Sirius

This made me want Christmas so bad, I had to fight not to add a Christmas theme in here (I fr should've tho)

Anywho, please request guys. I absolutely love bringing your guys' ideas to life. It makes me so happy! (And if you like my writing and wanna be added to my marauders tag list just comment and your wish shall be my command 😉)

Y/n had always loved the snow. The pure sight of the white powder in the winter filled her with joy. Therefore, it’s safe to say that when she awoke to the sight of it outside her window she was beyond ecstatic. She was so excited she immediately started squealing and searching her closet for her snow clothes.

“What’s got you so excited?” Her husband asked, walking out of the bathroom with his towel hanging low on his waist. Y/n paused and smiled at him, walked over and pushed a piece of wet hair out of his eyes.

“You cut it again.” She observed.

He nodded, “That I did.”

“It’s snowing.”

He smiled, “That it is.”

“Will you go outside with me? We can have a snowball fight and build snowmen.” She suggested, eyes sparkling.

Sirius laughed softly, “Yes, I will, love.”

Once they were properly dressed for the cold weather, Y/n ran out of the door, immediately sticking her tongue out to try and catch snowflakes. Sirius would have never guessed the cold would bother him, it never really had before. However, when he took a step out of the door and his mind flashed to his cell in Azkaban, he was thoroughly shaken. He tried to ignore it, but when the cold fully engulfed him he couldn’t stop it. 

All he could think about is the feeling of the dementors as they passed his cell, the cold that overtook every one of his senses. He looked around the area hurriedly, not noticing the girl he loved begin to walk over cautiously. He remembered what it felt like at the lake as it froze over, the dementors flying above him, desperately trying to suck his soul from him. 

“Sirius?” He flinched at the sight of the hooded figure floating in front of him, its face nearing his. He stepped back, pulling out his wand with a shaky hand.

“S-stay away!” He warned, although he knew it was no use. Dementors didn’t feel fear, they wouldn’t be intimidated by him. When the figure instead neared, his wand dropped to the ground as he stepped back again. His back hit a wall and he sat down, curling into a ball and shutting his eyes tight, desperately hoping for the dementor to leave him alone. 

He flinched at the sound of a door shutting, but as warmth once again soothed his skin he slowly lifted his head. Through blurry vision he could make out Y/n kneeling in front of him. His Y/n. He wasn’t at Azkaban anymore, he was home. She wasn’t a dementor, she was herself. She was his wife. 

“Sirius?” She whispered, softly placing her hand on his knee.

“Y/n?” He asked, just in case.

“Yes, my love, it’s me. It’s Y/n.” She said warmly. “It’s just Y/n. No one else.”

“I’m scared.” His body trembled as she pulled him up for a hug, he graciously let her.

“I know. It’s okay to be afraid.” He clutched tightly onto her body, silent tears falling onto her jacket. “You’re safe, love, you’re safe. You’re okay.” She pulled away and softly placed a hand onto his cheek. “Look at me, it’s just me. Just me, no one else.” Y/n repeated and he nodded shakily. “Sh, just breathe, Sirius. You’re okay.” She gently rubbed his cheek as he took strangled breaths, slowly feeling the panic leaving his body.

Sirius gave her a small smile, “Thank you. I didn’t know that would happen. I’m so sorry you couldn’t enjoy the snow and had to deal with me instead.” He said, hanging his head low shamefully.

Y/n gently lifted Sirius’ head and placed a soft kiss on his lips, pulling away only to rest her forehead against his.

“Don’t you ever apologize for something like that Sirius. It is not your fault. It’s a totally normal response, I’m not gonna hold it against you.”

Sirius sighed and pulled her into another hug, resting his face in the crook of her neck. “I love you.” He said quietly.

Y/n hugged back immediately, “I love you more.” She whispered back.

“Are you ready?” Y/n asked, holding tightly onto Sirius’ hand.

He shook his body in an attempt to get rid of the nerves filling his body, “I was born ready, it’s just a bit of cold. If Moony can be a freaking werewolf his whole life, I can go out into the snow.”

“I’m not sure about that, scaredy cat.” Remus said from behind the two, a teasing smile on his face as he held tightly onto his bundled up toddler.

Sirius rolled his eyes, “I’m a dog, idiot.” His eyes lit up. “I’m a dog!”

“What an obtuse observation, Pads.” 

“Remus, be nice.” Y/n scolded.

“Yeah, be nice, papa.” Teddy said quietly.

Remus looked at the girl, “You’re turning my child against me.”

Y/n held her hands up with a smile, “That’s all you, Moons.”

“Wait, guys, I’m a dog. Dogs don’t get cold. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy..” Sirius explained and transformed into his animagus before running out of the open door.

Y/n smiled as her and her lifelong friend walked out as well, “He’s doing it.” She said as she watched the black dog jumping around in the snow.

Remus laughed as he set Teddy down. Immediately the toddler ran to Sirius while giggling and wrapped his arm around the dog's neck. Sirius happily lapped at Teddy’s reddened cheek, giving him slobbery dog kisses.

“Ew!” Teddy exclaimed while laughing and Sirius transformed into a human. He pulled Teddy into a big hug and began spinning around. Their laughter filled the air as Y/n and Remus watched happily.

Teddy ran towards the two with his arms outstretched, “Papa, it’s cold!” He exclaimed, the chill in the air finally getting to him.

Remus leant down and picked the boy up, “Let’s go inside and make some hot cocoa, yeah?”

Teddy hummed while nodding and the two went inside. Sirius walked to his wife and took her hand, spinning her in a circle before placing a firm kiss on her lips.

“For the record-” He whispered once he pulled away. “Dogs do get cold.”

baby taglist; @1lellykins @loving-and-dreaming

[frogtender]

HI I WATCHED S2 ACT ONE

and i'm going to be rewatching it multiple times before the next arc comes out bc omg mama we have been fed so fucking good i am REELING I LOVE THIS SHOW SO MUCH

i want to interact with the arcane fandom on here more!!! but please keep in mind my takes are silly and surface-level bc my knowledge of lore is not that good and i'm not that smart <3

my thoughts and feelings below the cut. 100% spoilers livetweeted to my girlfriend so it speaks to her directly in some places but i'm not about to type out any other thinkpiece about this omg

- vi come to our reality bc u would love King for a Day by Pierce the Veil and Kellin Quinn (2012)

- jayce was saying to mel "how is viktor like basically fucking Dead and i wasn't hurt at all??? it should be ME in there (the hex core bacta tank)" and mel was like "there's no sense in things like this it's pointless to speculate" which would be a true and meaningful statement EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT people speculate her shining gold metal back and arm appliqués stuff is a Solarian shield (idk jack shit about Solaris but it's a thing i guess idk) so there is SUCH a chance that jayce was shielded by it but not viktor... which like... would be a dramatic reveal if mel was like "yeah i actually didn't want him to survive so i chose to only shield you" but why the fuck would she do that??? but in the very first shot which is of jayce coming back to awareness he is already Standing Up and mel is standing right next to him while everyone else has been blown tf around so. i am pretty confident that she shielded just the two of them... i hope jayce finds out and resents mel for it while still resenting viktor's machine herald shit omfg what if he blames mel for viktor becoming robot king... like viktor told jayce "i was supposed to die u promised to destroy the hex core" so viktor blames jayce but what if jayce blames mel WHY CANT EVERYONE KISS AND MAKE UP COME TF ON....TOXIC THROUPLE TOXIC THROUPLE

- the important character development of s2e1 was cait being really scared and intimidated about filling her mom's shoes but then by the end she is Girlbossified and has a hextech rifle... with three sights on it??? like regular glass sights but there are three of them? i have no idea how that would be more effective than just a single sight with a really clear lens but i also don't know shit about guns LOL. anyway she marched into the council meeting at the end like "YES I AM A GIRLBOSS AND HERE IS MY PLAN" and ambessa was looking at her a bit concerned... if there ends up being a power showdown between ambessa and cait it will be so fucking wild bc tbh cait is NOT very scary lololol like she's angry and she's got a gun but imo she's still the kind of person who would hesitate before kicking someones teeth in

- ok episode 2 zaun is going full mad max AND steampunk w half people wearing bondage gear and the other half being top hat bespectacled steampunk gentlemen.. its like a chem baron fight for power thing except they all fucking suck and i'm excited for jinx to kill them all (she kills 1/3 of the remaining ones in s2e2)

- VIKTOR IS MACHINE BOYYYYYYYYYYYYY "WHAT AM I" YOU ARE MY PERFECT BEAUTIFUL BOY SON!!!!

- i am so sorry and so delighted to announce that viktor in this form has somehow reached PEAK PATHETIC WET MEOW MEOW HE LOOKS SO GOOD

- i can't believe VIKTOR is being the lead toxic in the yaoi WHAT DO U MEAN U HAVE TO GO... THE ONLY THING KEEPING U TOGETHER WAS AFFECTION.... BRO MARCH UR NEWLY METAL ASS BACK IN THERE AND SMOOCH UR BOYFRIEND HE SAVED YOUR LIFE‼️‼️ augh okay i guess viktor will be an emo cult leader now

- sevika is TOTALLY becoming a new champion she HAS to jinx gave her a really cool new arm... its very silly but very cool i think u will like its concept.. but sevika and jinx team-up goes crazy actually i am a Big Fan‼️‼️

- VIKTOR IS MAKING ALL THE SHIMMER ADDICTS INTO MACHINE PEOPLE..... and it completely heals them and makes them young??????? broski WHAT like that is cool as hell!!! they look super badass after The Transformation even if i wasnt a shimmer addict i'd want him to do that shit to me... no wonder he becomes a cult leader he's earned it

- another episode ending with a vander werewolf tease SHOW ME THE WOLF ‼️‼️‼️ SHOW ME THE WOLFFFF i know at the end of episode 3 these bitches are gonna release da vander and then i will have to wait a week to see him forreal augh

- okay its 1:52pm im terrified to watch this tbh but this is the last minute i can start before hockey game

- EXTREMELY COOL ANIMATIC OMFG AND THE SONG RULES HELLO.... babe u HAVE to see this you'd LOVE IT OMFGGGG ITS SO GOOD

- ooh the dead son is a real dead son and also that old lady with the too young voice (amara i guess) was in fact related to the scary goddess thingy people were hypothesizing??? i think??? but thats who the medarda family has blood feud with ig we don't know much else yet

- YURI KISS OMG CAITVI KISS YURI CONFIRMED YAAAAY THEY GOT THEIR LITTLE DRAMATIC FIRST KISS SCENE WOOOOOO YEAH i was worried they were gonna make us wait for that but hell ya

- omfg there is a CRAAAAZY furry design in this bitch hello... who is she and why is she such a queen

- okay maybe ur right jayce does look unnervingly human LOL there was a scene between him and ekko where he looked WAY too good

- TOXIC YURI TOXIC YURI vi stopped cait from shooting jinx and also btw cait has been on a Being A Bitch arc omfg they were making out 10 minutes ago now they are BROKEN UPPP!!! because a random child has trauma-bonded to jinx as an older sister figure HOW THE TURN TABLES and she shielded jinx w herself and seeing that a child cared that much for jinx made vi falter about killing jinx. who is reckless to an apathetically suicidal degree now

- also um. jayce and da scientists seem to have touched the arcane a little too close bc?? they got transported into a Nothing Dimension and then the very nature of reality started glitching in a CRAZY acid trip sequence while jinx vs vi and cait vs sevika fight was happening... it seemed very much like an Into the Spiderverse kind of thing... very interested to see how this will continue to manifest in the remaining two arcs

- mel was just kidnapped by the black rose (??? cult???) which are the ones ambessa is beefing with.. they better not kill her i love mel i want her back safe she's too beautiful to die

- ambessa is in War Mode and she looks extremely badass even if i think she's at least 70% evil

- also cait shot off jinx's middle finger

- in an EXTREMELY bold move, ambessa appointed CAIT AS GENERAL IN PILTOVER WHICH IS NOW UNDER MARTIAL LAW????? bruh cait is getting an insane arc this season.. she went from naive to vengeance-driven and impulsively violent in 3 episodes

- oh my christ cait is fucking queen of cops now... this is so unfortunate for her character arc and so unfortunate for lesbianism

- ANOTHER VANDER TEASE ARE U FUCKING KIDDING MEEEEEEEE I SAID SHOW ME THE GODDAMN WOLF BRO

- okay so it seems like ambessa has realized that she can use cait as a militant pawn using her grief over her mother's death, bc she sees a ruthless quality in her... srsly cait's arc is insane rn

[daydreaming-en-pointe]

Meet my OC Spider-Weaver (Spider-Woman, Earth 50513)

For the next few paras I’m gonna rant abt my spidersona :D this might not make any sense at all bc I’m just rambling at this point but here we go anyway! (a small warning, this is going to be a LONG post)

All images are from Pinterest!

TW: Mentions of death, some queerphobia/homophobia (judgemental aunties suck)

Name: Nikita Raina (pronounced Rhi-na like rhino but with an ‘a’ at the end instead of an ‘o’) (yes she’s South-Indian and yes this is me projecting)

Alias: Spider-Weaver*

Basic stuff to know:

-She’s loosely based off of a golden silk orb-weaver spider! I’m not going to attach an image but if you don’t mind staring at spiders then I suggest you look them up, they’re actually really pretty!!

-She’s been learning ballet since she was 3, picked up gymnastics for 2 or 3 years and then quit

-South-Indian

-Complete empath

-INCREDIBLE at knitting/crocheting/macramé knotting - basically anything involving thread + working with your hands. She literally works magic with yarn. She crocheted matching gloves for all of the Spiderteens one day after finding out that Hobie’s universe is COLD and his fingers are COLD and if she’s going to be holding his hand when it’s like that then she’ll freeze

Fighting Style:

Her fighting style is more aerobic and dynamic than the regular Spider-Man swings; she incorporates jetés and leaps from ballet into it while also using mid-air somersaults and other high-speed flips she picked up from gymnastics. She also teaches herself kalari adimurai (a South-Indian martial art similar to kalaripayittu) later on so she uses a few moves from that as well.

*The reason behind her alias being Spider-Weaver is that her web style has more of a lacy crochet feel to it than a regular spiderweb. This is what one of her webs would look like:

Her webs are bionic and on her web shooters she has built-in settings for the thickness and stretchiness of the crochet web. For example:

She can also switch up the style of her webs depending on how she feels yk? Like if she’s not vibing with any of the more plain ones she can switch to ✨ fancier ✨ stitches like

Arcade Stitch:

Lacy Stitches:

Fan Trellis Stitch:

And lots more. She’s basically got almost all crochet stitches as different settings on her web shooters. An added bonus is that they’re not only unique and quite pretty, but they’re also stronger and more durable than the average single-thread (unwoven) webs.

Backstory:

(canon events will be in red)

-She was bitten at 13. Her older brother (he’s 20, they have a 7 year gap) Ravi figured out something was wrong fairly early but she played it off as nothing, put his worries to rest and found her way as Spider-Woman on her own

-She was best friends with her universe’s Gwen Stacy since they were in kindergarten. She started freaking out few years into their friendship (they’re in middle school now) once they had become basically inseparable because she started feeling giddy and bubbly and getting butterflies around Gwen.

-Poor girl was basically terrified because her aunties (mostly her mother’s sisters) would constantly pressurise her by asking her if she had her sights set on a boy yet or discussing how her marriage to a boy would go once she was older - those prodding conversations and speculations only reinforced her fears that she wouldn’t be accepted and instead would be frowned upon if she told her family that she had a crush on a girl. So she became more withdrawn and distanced herself a little, so as to not to lose the favour of her family.

-Nikita is 14 at this point

-One day she accidentally told Ravi and she went quiet, expecting him to shame her or mock her but instead he just hugged her and told her he loved her no matter what, and guess what,, he’s queer (pan) too :D

-Fast forward to a few weeks later after an almost-death scare as Spider-Woman fighting her dimension’s Vulture (she slipped up, miscalculated a leap and almost got herself killed) she finally worked up the courage to tell Gwen because it seems like she returns her feelings too! So she goes up to her and they hug and they’re talking and she’s about to confess- But noooo

-Green Goblin attacks in the middle of the school day, during a student art & drama exhibition thing (the parents are all there) and hahaha guess what Gwen’s right in the middle of it

-So Green Goblin basically splits the school building in two and she’s on the terrace and she falls down almost 15 feet because the whole thing’s cracked and Nikita doesn’t have enough time to swing to reach her since there are so many people and she’s on the far, far side and-

-Gwen hits the ground at full force. Niki gets there just in time for her last breath and it’s a little bit like the Gwen-Peter 65 scene from ATSV (Niki’s Gwen slowly figured out that she’s Spider-Woman, she just didn’t say anything) yeah I might write out this scene sometime idk

-She manages to deal with Green Goblin for the moment but she loses her dad in the chaos too (basically instead of losing her uncle she lost her dad)

-So she lost her best friend and her father in one go

-She closes herself off and withdraws completely into herself and distances herself from everybody (except Ravi),, & starts going to ballet more to take her mind off things and to get lost in ballet, with the graceful, controlled movements so she doesn’t have to think of how everything’s gone wrong

-During the mourning period she and Ravi grow closer; they both start leaning more on each other and are able to tell each other anything

-Ravi has also started training to be a cop at this point

-Her relationship with her mother grows slightly strained and shaky the older she gets, because of how closed off she’s become

-Fast forward to when Nikita is 16 and a half and the Vulture attacks particularly viciously one day, right on the bridge (the Brooklyn Bridge variant in her universe)

-Her brother (who is now a police captain, despite being a little young) is in the middle of the maelstrom of cars being flung and buildings at the end collapsing. He - a police captain close to Spider-Woman - dies saving a child from falling rubble.

-That does a number on Nikita mentally and she just. Shuts herself down in terms of feeling emotion for a bit

-Like she just goes numb, like she’s in denial about how many people she’s lost in such a short time

-Terrified to make friends or get attached because her losing someone she cares about deeply seems to be a recurring pattern

-The only one she has left is her mom, and she’s grown really distant from her

-Little bit irrelevant but she takes up psychology. She studies how the emotional part of brain works, studies some basic therapy and other think-y stuff like that, and some of her Spider-Woman ‘jabs’ (not really but I can’t think of a word for them rn) are things like “did something formative happen to you as a child? yeah I thought I sensed some childhood trauma, would you like to talk about it?” And stuff like that (she’s pretty genuine about it too, if they start talking instead of just attacking her then she will sit down with a mug of chai and just listen to them rant)

-Anyway fast forward to a year and a half later when she’s 18

-Jessica Drew ends up following an anomaly she’s been tracking into Nikita’s dimension, the anomaly manages to get the upper hand on her and has almost overpowered her when Nikita finally swings in (probably during/right after a psychology exam too) and uses the element of surprise + her speed to get the upper hand on the anomaly and web it up

-She was recruited into the Spider-Society by Jess after she saw how capable and quick-thinking Niki could be. She saw her as someone who could be a useful asset to the society.

-It’s there where she met Hobie, Gwen, Pavitr, Margo, Miguel and Peter B. + a few other spiders she became friends with (I’ll expand on their relationships in a different post)

Suit design:

(I will be drawing this out properly sometime soon, don’t worry!! Feel free to skip this part if you think it’s too complicated ^^ I really have no idea how to describe it in a simpler way lmao)

-mainly shades of gold, black highlights

-on her arms there are black “cuff” markings like a golden silk spider’s legs

-on her wrists she has black bangles (more like cuffs bc they fit around her wrists, they aren’t loose & dangly)

-wears black fingerless sleeves, they look a little bit like Gwen’s but they have black splotches (a little bit like spray paint blobs) instead of spiderwebs

-has a black spider on the front of the suit

-wears a necklace! it’s colourful and has some mismatched colourful beads on a chord and two pendants in the centre, one pendant is a paint-splashed red electric guitar, the other pendant is one of Hobie’s rings

-wears black ballet pointe shoes

-the eye outline is black, the ‘eye’ inside is pastel golden

-black 🕸️ patterns on the side of both of her shoulders (like painted pauldrons)

Abilities:

-Along with the super-strength, super-speed and accelerated healing of the average Spider-Person, she can sense emotions and thoughts.

Not mind-reading exactly but if she focuses hard enough she can sense whatever emotion is radiating out of that particular person’s mind (she used to get very overwhelmed in middle school bc of the sheer amount of envy and insecurity and other emotions in raging hormonal teenagers’ brains and somehow studying psychology helped her figure out how to tune it out a little bit, since every time she can sense too much of intense emotions it’s like constantly blowing a dog whistle around a dog,, and she also gets horrible migraines and headaches from it)

She can even read thoughts if the emotion associated with it is strong enough.

An added ability that stems from being able to sense emotions and thoughts (to some degree) is that she can sometimes predict the moves that an enemy might make before they actually make them. It’s not 100% accurate every time but it’s still pretty useful

I’ll write out her relationships (everyone already knows that Hobie’s no. 1 on that list lmao) and the world descriptions later, but for now here’s the character that’s been living in my head since I saw ATSV :D

Oh also she’s besties with @hobiebrownismygod ’s sona Maitreyi :D desis gotta stick together yk (putting this here so I don’t forget to mention it in the relationships post ^^)

[the-golden-comet]

Hi hello! I noticed you also write and i guess I wanted to ask, how do you manage to write when the words don't want to word? Like no matter how many times you write and rewrite the sentence, it doesn't seem to do the scene in your head justice. I usually just stay away from the WIP to give me time to construct the words, but then I feel kinda guilty bc then im not writing. Any advice would be greatly and graciously appreciated!

Hi there! Thank you so much for the ask! ✨

Usually if I hit a writer’s block, I try to read a chapter back to respark my motivation. Some people do a “ten-sentence prior,” but I feel that sometimes my brain needs a little more context. This also refreshes my memory as to what happened in the WIP before I get to writing again, and jog back the writing flow.

When I write, I plan out “major plots” (aka my fun plots) that I work towards in my writing. These can be a certain trope that you like, a chapter you REALLY want to get to, a conflict you want to explore, or an idea you just want to write about. This typically returns my writing flow as my brain spins ideas that lead to those major plot points. Don’t worry if the ideas are cliché, because you can fine-tune them in the editing phase. Or, keep the clichés if they makes you happy. Just get all those ideas out there ✨

If that doesn’t work, there is nothing wrong with wanting to take a little break. Forcing yourself to write will tank your motivation faster than Sonic on four shots of espresso. Writer burnout occurs when writers feel they have to push the creativity through, losing sight of why they wanted to write in the first place: because they enjoy it, and find joy, entertainment, and purpose. You can’t force the brain to think if it’s tired and screaming at you to get your other needs fulfilled.

Never feel guilty about breaks. They are healthy for you mentally, physically, and emotionally. If you’re trying to stick to a consistent writing schedule, what I do to help motivate is to watch one of my favorite movies to start forming ideas, or reading other people’s works. That way my body and mind are in a relaxed state, yet I’m still gathering ideas and motivation for my stories, which is all a part of the writing process. I found that engaging in other arts and media help inspire me to be creative, and I can then channel that to my stories too.

This goes without saying, but drink plenty of water. Brain fog and confusion occurs frequently from dehydration. Going on a walk, or sometimes even looking outside the window and looking for objects with certain colors (like green trees, red cars, yellow lights, etc.) is a nice brain exercise. Engaging in the five senses helps ground yourself and can refocus your mind back to your document.

I hope these tips and tricks help! Thank you again for stopping by my ask box! 💫✨

[manawari]

Really really random thought

But if some of the S rank hunters had an S/O, I think it would go really badly if someone ever tried to flirt with their S/O anywhere near their proximity.

I mean, the national ranked hunters can essentially do whatever they want without consequences and it’s implied that they don’t hesitate to commit horrifying crimes if pissed off.

Some S ranks are definitely on the nicer sider though (cha haein, lennert)

Still, I don’t see it ending in any other way that a bloodbath for certain people(zhigang, thomas, maybe jinwoo)

The S/O would either not care and be completely desensitized at this point(maybe S/O is also a high ranking hunter used to horrific sights. Or they could really just not be bothered to care)

Or be totally traumatized(yandere?)

Side note, what do you think are the types for S ranks(personality wise)

Oh, good question!

But bear in mind, I already have S/Os in stored for these (most) S-Ranks, though I'd still describe it the best way I can:

Not going to include Dong-soo here because he does not deserve it.

Ma Dong-wook — I don't see him with someone. But if he does have a significant other, I'd say he prefers someone who is gentle and caring just like him. He's the type of guy who separates hunter life from personal life, so Dong-wook would likely settle for someone who keeps him grounded and forget that he is a hunter once he's with them.

Lim Tae-gyu — his coy and carefree personality matches with someone who is quite stoic and will be 100% done of him, but will cherish and tolerate him regardless, along with calling him out.

Baek Yoon-ho — Choi Jong-in.

Eun-seok — based on what we see of him only, he seems friendly and kind-hearted. He looks after people and protects them with every strength he has. I see him with someone who is mature and cares for people around just like him; I doubt Eun-seok will care what rank they are, but the moment his heart beats, he won't stop pursuing them.

Min Byung-gyu — his type is simple. Someone who understands him and loves him the way he does to them. He's the type of guy who will take someone out for a nice, sweet date, and then geek about history. He prefers to be with someone who is on the same level as him in terms of personality, since I don't think he'll go for someone tough, rather a person who has the cutest smile ever that can make his heart melt.

Choi Jong-in — Baek Yoon-ho.

Lennart Niemann — whether he denies it or not, his type is the exact opposite of him. He likes adrenaline, likely to give him headaches, but gives the best hugs ever.

Thomas Andre — someone who is done with him, but will easily melt the moment he shows a tint of affection.

Liu Zhigang — we know that he's a busy guy who protects his people and be his country's finest hunter alive, so I think his type should be someone who does not care about his status and treats it like it's not of a big deal like "oh, he's going out there to fight? Not even surprised."

Sung Jin-woo — he probably hasn't thought of what his type should be, so I guess he will just have to wait for his heart to "click" once he meets that certain someone, specifically who will appreciate him for what he is and on par with his skills.

Cha Hae-in — this girl has been exposed to spotlight ever since she awakened as an S-Rank, therefore a lot will only adore her because of what she presents in public, not her true self that she'd never show. She prefers someone who will see beyond that spotlight of hers and treat her like a human being, as well as not smelling bad for her senses, which will be a struggle for her to go on a date.

As for the Japanese S-Ranks, I sadly have no idea since my headcanons on them aren't exactly that big jagsajdgsdh (ask @pain-suffering-even if you still wish to know)

Side note: will it go badly if someone attempts to flirt with the S-Ranks' S/Os? That depends on the personality. If you're talking about the tough S-Ranks (including Eun-seok bc of personal headcanons), then you should pray for your dear life. As for the nicer S-Ranks, nothing to worry about, except that you'd get a death glare or they'll be clingier with their S/Os.

[aalissy]

Fragile

Anddd here's day 22 :). A lil bit of Ladrien hurt/comfort bc they're my babiessss. I hope y'all like it <3

AO3

Adrien Agreste sat at his desk, staring at his math homework without truly seeing it. The numbers and symbols blurred together, a testament to his lack of focus. His mind was elsewhere, wrapped in the complexity of emotions he didn't quite know how to handle.

It had been a long week. Photoshoots, fencing practice, schoolwork, and the constant pressure of being the perfect son for his father. And, to top it all off, there had been an akuma attack every day this week. God, couldn’t Shadowmoth give them a little break? Seriously, it was like the man never slept. 

Three of the latest akuma attacks had woken him up in the middle of the night. Adrien had barely managed to stumble out of bed, let alone try and defeat an akuma. Seeing Ladybug’s grinning face had helped some, as it always had done before.

Either way, the juggling act had left him feeling stretched thin, fragile even. He tried to shake off the feeling, but it clung to him like a second skin. He tapped his pencil against his homework, trying desperately to focus. He was supposed to be good at this. Why was it suddenly making no sense? Adrien groaned with frustration, tearing a hand through his hair as he leaned back against his chair.

A gentle tap on his bedroom window drew his attention away from the frustrating equations though. Ladybug. The sight of her always brought a smile to his face, and tonight was no exception. He hurried over, opening the window to let her in.

"Ladybug?" he asked, a mix of surprise and curiosity in his voice. "What are you doing here?"

"Hi, Adrien," she replied, her voice soft and warm. She stepped inside, her eyes scanning his face with concern. "I just wanted to check up on you. You seemed kinda... off lately."

Adrien's heart skipped a beat. Ladybug, his hero... his biggest crush, was here, in his room, concerned about him. He tried to muster a reassuring smile but felt it falter. "I'm fine, really. Just a lot on my plate."

Her eyes softened as she reached out, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "It's okay to admit when you're not fine, you know."

Adrien looked down, the weight of her words pressing against his chest. "I guess I just... feel a bit overwhelmed. Like I'm being pulled in too many directions at once."

Ladybug nodded, her expression understanding. "I understand, Adrien, you have so much to do. Being a student, a model, and everything else you do isn’t easy. It's alright to feel fragile sometimes."

That word echoed in his mind. It was the perfect description of how he felt, like a delicate piece of glass ready to shatter at any moment. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I just wish I could find a balance."

Ladybug's grip on his arm tightened slightly, offering silent support. "You're stronger than you think, Adrien. And you don't have to do it all alone. It's okay to lean on your friends, to ask for help."

Adrien looked up, meeting her eyes. The kindness and determination in her gaze gave him a small spark of hope. "Thank you, Ladybug. That means a lot to me."

She smiled a genuine, warm smile that made his heart feel a little lighter. "Anytime. And remember, even supermodels need a break. Take care of yourself, okay?"

Adrien nodded, feeling a bit of the burden lift from his shoulders. "I will. And... thank you for being here. You have no idea how much this helps."

Ladybug gave his arm a reassuring squeeze before letting go. "I'm always here if you need me. Just call, and I'll be there."

As she turned to leave, he felt a surge of gratitude. "Ladybug?"

She paused, looking back at him with a curious expression. "Yes?"

"You're my hero," he said, his voice earnest and sincere. "In more ways than one."

A faint blush colored her cheeks, and she smiled once more. "And you're mine, Adrien."

With that, she climbed back out the window, disappearing into the night. Adrien watched her go, feeling a newfound strength. Maybe he was a little stressed at the moment, but with friends like Ladybug, he knew he could face whatever challenges came his way. No matter what.

[jasscheeks]

how they act…

if they had a crush on you + if they confess.

pairings: megumi x f!reader

warnings: a SMALL amount of angst for megumi, (it wouldn’t make sense if there wasn’t)

m.list!

*MEGUMI

— poor boy, he’s a silent mess.

— the moment you come around he’s as stiff and awkward as a board.

— he would prefer to keep this gigantic little crush a secret, bc he knows the moment gojo everyone knows, he’ll never hear the end of it.

— i want to say that he pines for you, but it’s mostly one-sentence compliments followed by an “mhm” when you reply.

— he wants to say more, but he doesn’t know how far he can go without making a complete fool of himself.

— baby steps for his rapid heartbeat.

— it's either that or he's leaving you your favorite drinks when you're having a bad day.

— it's cute but you never know who's doing it because he never tells you, nor does he ever leave a note behind.

— this crush wasn’t love at first sight, megumi doesn’t believe in that.

— it was the first mission where you seriously got hurt.

— you were protecting him despite him saying he didn’t need it.

— and the moment you took a blow for him, he knew you weren’t getting back up.

— he was angry at you but even more frustrated at himself.

— despite his anger, he was still at your bedside frowning at your sleeping face.

— as much as he wanted to wallow in it, you were all he had since itadori and nobara hadn’t arrived at jujutsu tech yet.

— and being the only two first years so far, the two of you formed a close bond. your relationship was bound to be built on trust.

— the moment he saw your eyes flutter open, he wanted to ask why you did that, why you intentionally got yourself sent to the hospital.

— but even after he asked, the first thing you asked was if he was okay, a tattered hand reaching out to hold his.

— you looked like you were completely out of it, half-lidded eyes stared back at him as your lips were slightly parted. (to this day, he still doesn’t know why he noted that your lips were parted.)

— you explained to him the best you could that you shouldn’t have to have a reason to protect him.

— “it’s just us, right ‘gumi? i wanna protect. i wanna cherish you.”

— all anger he had in him disappeared as he didn’t have it in him to go off on you. seeing that delirious smile on your face, he felt his heart pounding against his chest.

— he gently took your hand in his and nodded.

— he sat there and had a lively conversation with you that you wouldn’t be able to recall, considering you were souped up on anesthesia and painkillers.

— that could be the answer for your slurred words and the use of a nickname he didn’t know would bring him so much happiness.

— for the first time, he laughed with you and you wouldn’t even remember it.

— he stayed with you till you fell asleep, eyes suddenly full of affection as he gazed at your peaceful expression.

— if anyone else was in that room, watching him, he would've never lived it down.

— leaving the hospital that day, he left with a full heart and a new impression of you on his mind.

— you can guess this is when he feelings for you officially started.

— the day you were discharged, he was a new person around you.

— although you stayed the same around him, he couldn’t help but look forward to seeing your smile every day.

— he’d get drinks for the two of you, almost forgetting about the two new additions to the first-year class.

— he treats you with a stern gentleness, his words not quite matching his soft gestures.

— but that didn’t help the fact that he was now this awkward mess around you.

— he’s internally screaming at himself the second his fingertips graze over yours, or your shoulder grazes his arm, or when you’re walking side by side and your knuckles pass over his.

— you’re the reason why he simply cannot walk without his hands stuffed in his pockets or else he’ll forget how to walk properly.

— the boy that was once this serious, stone-cold, stoic was now blushing at every move you make towards him.

— rather it be intentional or unintentional, though they were mostly unintentional, he was going crazy at the idea.

— often he’ll glance your way, wondering if you remember what you said to him in that hospital bed.

— wondering if you knew how you made him swell with so much adoration for you.

— but the first fight the two of you had, he wanted to make it the last.

— you fought over something similar to what he was mad about the first time you were admitted to the hospital.

— you were close to putting yourself in danger again but this time he was there to stop you.

— he did most of the yelling, his ultimate fear of you ceasing to exist flashing right before his eyes.

— you were never one to yell, and he should know that about you, everyone did.

— so instead you mumbled an apology and excused yourself before scurrying off to some place, megumi earning a nudge or two from nobara and maki.

— but of course, megumi knew you all too well, finding you in one of the empty dorm rooms with one of your knees curled to your chest as your back faced the door.

— he knew you realized it was him, just by the way you scooted over for him to sit in the spot you were just in.

— even as he sat down you avoided his gaze when he glanced your way.

— he wanted to apologize, say it a hundred times over, and shower you in affection to make up for it but he knew that’s not what you would want.

— and who was he kidding. affection? him?

— but even after he said it once, you began shortly, similar to that day.

— you said such familiar words, leading him to the conclusion that you really didn’t remember the first time you uttered those words to him.

— “i shouldn’t have to have a reason to want to protect you megumi. i want to cherish you, and that goes for everyone else.”

— he stared dumbfounded, hearing you say it with so much confidence in your voice, the drowsiness he remembered from before dissipating, replaced with clarity.

— so silently he leaned over, his forehead laying on your shoulder.

— you stiffened, completely thrown for a loop as you glanced down at the fluff of black hair that laid beneath your chin.

— megumi wasn’t the type to lean on anyone, and never did you think he’d lean on you. ever.

— you tried to calm down, your shaky voice calling his name as you questioned to yourself if he could hear your rapid heartbeat.

— he simply replied with a sigh, mumbling into your shoulder, “you really don’t remember.”

— once again, you looked at him confused. what should you be remembering right now?

— “that day at the hospital, you don’t remember when you said this to me,”

— he finally lifted his head, steel blue eyes boring into yours as you realized just how close his face was to yours.

— you could feel his breath against your lips, smell his vanilla like scent. and you thought that maybe, he experienced the same.

— “i’ve thought about what you said to me, every single day,” his shy eyes, flickered to your lips so quick you thought you’d imagined it.

— but as he pried even closer than he already was, your noses basically grazing against each other this point.

— “and i want to stay right here with you,”

— it wasn’t long before your lips softly met, giving way for the cutest first kiss between the two of you.

— just know that he walked away from that stunned that you even kissed him back, let alone agreed to date him.

— the next day the two of you met up with the rest of your peers, your hands locked together.

— you were your normal smiley self, greeting everyone normally, while on the other hand megumi couldn’t make eye contact with a single person.

— he had pulled his collar up over his mouth, hoping it would cover up his red face, only for it to travel up his ears.

— he could hear itadori and nobara whispering to each other about your hands, and he tried his best not to go off on them. he settled with a simple glare their way before focusing on you again.

— panda and inumaki were much of the same when they saw, but all it took was a scary smile from you to settle him down.

— just staring down at your intertwined hands, megumi reminded himself it was all worth it now that he had you.

— and of course, gojo had a field day teasing megumi.

*bonus!

— gojo was the first person you ever told about your crush on megumi considering he was the one who knew the most about him.

— you thought he’d be able to help you tell megumi how you felt, but he wasn’t much help as he only chuckled about how he’d use it as blackmail until you told him.

— that’s the last time you went to gojo for help.

— and despite megumi’s efforts to keep it from him, gojo could see the signs all along.

— he could see how soft and mushy his face got when he talked about you. even when gojo would say your name, he could see out the corner of his eyes how his head popped up.

— you were much of the same, since sometimes you’d take peeks in megumi’s direction. you’d always have this sparkle in your eyes when you heard his name, a glint that he knew would make megumi go crazy if he heard about it.

— he found the two of you amusing so he never told either of you that your feelings were reciprocated.

— he knew you two would work it out somehow.

[rockitmans]

fic writer 20 questions - ask game

I was tagged by @bitbybitwrites, @special-bc-ur-part-of-it and @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion . Thank you my darlings 💖

tagging... probably a bunch of people that have already answered. @cerriddwenluna @heartsmadeofbooks @kurtsascot @backslashdelta

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

8

2. whats your ao3 word count?

134,215

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Only Glee/Klaine at the moment but I teeter enternally on the edge of writing for Red, White and Royal Blue

4. top 5 fics by kudos

Spinning Out (306) Blaine Anderson vs. Valentine's Day (221) Smart With Math, Stupid With Love (215) No Take Backs (166) Witch Wanted (161)

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

Yes, although if I get distracted for even a second it will inevitably not happen. If things are out of sight they are out of mind 😅

I do like to reply because comments absolutely make my day so I wanna acknowledge that. Even if I'm just like "fanks 🤓", inside I'm screaming.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Witch Wanted has an ambiguous ending which can be read as angsty depending on how the reader interprets it. Personally I take the happy ending but either way the purpose of it is more about choosing to love each other through any challenge, however it ends up.

7. whats the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All the rest haha. I think Blaine Anderson vs Valentine's Day is the most straightforwardly light hearted fic. Smart With Math has the best progression. And No Take Backs is the most cathartic and hopeful.

8. do you get hate on fics?

No. I've had people disagree with some stuff like writing Kurt Hummel as a Slut in Spinning Out (he deserved a slut phase ok). Personally I always think the point of fiction is exploring other avenues for the characters but I don't mind if people disagree with that.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

Yes and as to what kind... The kind where sex happens?? Not sure haha. I guess I tend to write bottom Blaine with slightly subby undertones but y'know I've also written possessive top!Blaine and wall sex and soft sex with a lot of ~feelings~ so I'll try anything really as long as it doesn't squick me.

I also tend towards writing sex in a way that I think fits the fanfic mold rather than how I feel it strictly exists in reality. I don't think there's anything wrong with that though. The mold is good.

10. do you write crossovers? whats the craziest one youve ever written?

Nah. I'm writing a Red, White, Royal Blue AU currently but it's not a crossover in the sense that characters from the book will appear. I don't currently have any plans to write one but maybe.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Don't think so

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13. have you ever cowritten a fic before?

No. I'm open to it but terrible at writing to a schedule so it would have to be a patient soul to put up with me. I've written to prompts and for art though which is a different kind of collaboration that I really enjoy.

14. fave all time ship?

Klaine but I had a pretty hefty Merthur era in my youth and they still have a special place in my heart.

15. wip you want to finish but doubt you will?

I kind of intend to finish all of them even if that's entirely unrealistic. Nothing is formally abandoned that I've written more than a few thousand words for because... sunk cost fallacy.

It's possible the fic I was writing for Back to School may fall by the way side. It was competing choir directors with a lot of dumb rivalry and banter which I do really enjoy but I'm struggling to structure the story.

16. what are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, humour and smut. At least comfort in writing those things - it's hard to judge the quality of your own work objectively.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Exposition, capturing any emotion other than pure stupidity, and getting the guy from one place to another.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

Wouldn't do it personally, I would probably indicate a character was speaking another language within the prose rather than writing it out. But to be fair the only other language I speak is BSL which does not translate well to text 😝

I don't mind reading it as long as there's translation somewhere because your boy is lazy and doesn't wanna look stuff up

19. first fandom you wrote for?

If we're talking unpublished, it was a Jack/Ianto Torchwood fic. I think Jack was the first canonical queer man I encountered in media but I could be forgetting someone.

20. fave fic youve written?

Spinning Out is my baby and I the urge to write a sequel grows daily. I love the boys' dynamic in that fic.

But from a pure reread perspective it's probably Blaine Anderson Vs Valentine's Day. It's just light hearted silly fun and still makes me smile.

[milyz]

[ 12:04 am] ━━ Unexpected confession

｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ hdc, holy shituh mila finally posted?! and yes.. it's mha.. BUT I MEAN WHY NOT?? enjoy now.

moon out, silvery hues illuminating and glistering on the surface of the water. y/n stood at the side of the river, late night baths are always something she looks forward too. Slowly she peels off her clothes exposing her body.

just this morning, class 3-A of UA arrived at a local mountain for a field trip and also for a research project. Each student are paired into groups of two, and y/n is paired with nejire. together from morning to night, the class did their respective researches, ending the day with some freshly baked fried meals.

from afar, Tamaki Amajiki's dark blue eyes gazed upon the sight of a certain classmate of his, gently laughing with her friends. he felt a smile forming at the sight of y/n. before reality hit and be shifts his gaze away. he adores her, if he could have the courage to confess, he would but he couldn't..

that night, he tossed and turned, groaning with frustration. the sounds of the birds, the tree's rustling with each other kept him awake. he decided to take a small walk around the area, he gets out from the tent, zipping back up the tent together. The night wind is a gentle caress, the subtle movement touching the skin with a soothing and calming effect.

The trees surrounding the area and you, you could only hear the sounds of the river, small waves crashing into each other. Soon, he saw a glimpse of someone, a girl showering herself in the river.

he thought his eyes were messing with him, thinking some sort of a ghost or a joke was all he was seeing before his eyes adjusting itself to the dark.

y/n's shiny and dark hair seems to absorb the darkness around it, giving it a liquid shadow. Her back straightens as she tilts her head back creating waves on her hair. Tamaki stood there absolutely spellbound by her, "woah" soon escapes his lips.

y/n shirked, as she immediately got startled by the hushed tone. She quickly rustled through her stuff grabbing her towel before running behind a bush. (She gotta skedaddle LOL)

"Sorry! Sorry!" Tamaki yelled out, he felt terrible for causing her distress. he rushed his way back to his tent completely hiding himself from y/n. After y/n finally able to catch a breath and slips on her clothes, she decided to go to his tent.

Tamaki was all huddled up under his sleeping bag as he tried sleeping it off before y/n zips open the tent exposing him. "hey" y/n gradually enters the tent.

His eyes gleamed at the sight of y/n, before he remembered back what happened. "y/n, I'm so sorry for interrupting you" his head tossed back in frustration.

"It's alright, I'm supposed to be the one apologising." y/n sat Infront of Tamaki, her arms wrapped around her knees as they tugged together. "wait why? no no--" he stutteres creating an awkward quarrel between him and y/n.

y/n giggles the more he tried defending her. "hey" y/n places her hand on his thigh, his face turns red and he gets flustered. "let's go outside and watch the stars maybe?" y/n smiles. how can somebody look so beautiful, her smile makes me feel complete, it makes me feel wanted. the thoughts ran through his mind.

all he could do was to nod, nod to anything y/n said and suggested. "really? I mean ya sure-.. Id like that because I- I like you you know and-" he paused. oh no he practically exposes himself to y/n, at that very moment.

the silence between them was loud, all they could do is to sit there together in silence before y/n burst into laughter, "really?" Her grip tightens on his thigh, Tamaki nods tenderly. "oh .. I mean, I guess i could say I have the same feelings for you too" y/n felt the sense of butterflies in her stomach as she confessed a long held secret to Tamaki.

xoxo, mila<3

half asleep rn, bout to mimimimi my way out

p.s, credits to Sen ifykyk her bc she wrote some parts 🕊️ ily senny 🫶🏻