#i'm pretty sure the entire universe can hear me screaming right now

[my-little-random-world]

Laura Innes and Sherry Stringfield with the cast and production crew of ER at the People's Choice Awards at Universal Studios in Universal City, California on March 10, 1996

[sceletaflores]

•｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ wip wednesday!

thanks for the tag babes! @guiltyasdave • nsfw under the cut! 18+ MDNI!

wip #1 • show me a little bit of spine! feat. logan howlett (& crimson!)

'five x-men walk into a bar, only three walk out…'

oops i don't have a sneak peek for this one...sorry chickens.

this is an official part two to "all's fair in love and viscera" cause i can't leave them alone to save my life! i finally decided on the name crimson for this specific reader, and the au as a whole will be called the to the bone universe (that’s also how it’ll be tagged on my acc!!!)

this is jealous!logan getting down and dirty in a bar bathroom after a special someone makes a move on his girl...wink wink nudge nudge. a special guest! a very special guest, cause what better way is there to get a man off their ass and admit they like you than dirty dancing with another man in front of him.

think degradation, biting, pain kink (obvi wtf). there's also some emotional constipation and just a hint of angst. it'll be so fun!

wip #2 • says he needs it bad (oh so very bad) feat. sub!logan howlett (& crimson!)

'it’s not often that logan needs this, but you’re always more than happy to give it to him when he does…'

double oops i don’t have a sneak peek for this one either…pls forgive me!

this is also apart of the to the bone universe but it's more like a non-connecting little blurb than another part...if that makes sense lol i just wanted to write more crimson!

all this is thanks to a lovely anon who sent in a req desperately needing me to speak on sub!logan. it's funny because ofc i'll speak on sub!logan wtf who do you think i am. it's honestly one of the fluffiest, softest things i've ever written...established relationship is really locking my ass down. it's still filthy though don't worry! think riding, think pain kink, think light dustings of a breeding kink. i really don't know how to explain this lmao it's gonna be great trust me!

wip #3 • hunting for sport... feat. logan howlett (& crimson!)

'there's a big bad wolf somewhere in these woods...'

You scramble backwards, stuck watching the way the brush starts to rustle as he gets closer. You push yourself back to your feet, muscles screaming in protest as you break into a sprint. It's all in vain, you know it is. He's only playing with you, letting you tire yourself out. He’s known where you’ve been the whole time, could smell you the whole time, could hear you the whole time. The two of you have been at this long enough now, his patience is starting to run thin. He's right behind you, if the violent thrashing of the brush over your shoulder getting louder is any indication. The dull sound of claws ripping through the forest floor growing closer and closer before the entire woods suddenly tilts on its axis.

this is also in the to the bone universe! can you tell that i'm really into this au? i physically can't stop writing them...another little fic that's outside the events of parts one and two :))) who would i be if i didn't write a chase fic for this man? that's the real question. more violence heavy than the other fics listed, i got bit by the freak bug and i need to write nasty sexy violence sorry babes.

wip #4 • give it to me like a man! feat. dbf!patrick zweig

'patrick comes to your college graduation party, he gives you the best gift...'

“Yeah, I've been pretty busy since the season started. Lot’s of traveling and shit, you know?” Your dad hums in agreement, nodding his head lazily. “For sure, my schedule has been killer this season.” He brags shamelessly, tone heavy with understanding like he and Patrick are in the same boat. Only your dad’s boat is a three million dollar yacht sailing to cushy televised matches and Nike shoots while Patrick is floating on a dinghy to some barely media covered ITF matches. “It’s a miracle I even had time to fly in for the party, isn’t that right sweetheart?” Your hand slides up the length of his cock in one slow motion, your palm grinding over the tip through the denim. “Yeah, daddy.” You say, voice going light and airy around the edges. Patrick thinks it’s being said to your dad, but when his eyes flick over to you, you’re already looking at him. Eyes half-lidded and shiny as your fingers brush over the metal of his zipper.

the long awaited dbf!patrick lol i know i've been dragging this damn thing out for like three weeks but it's the most "done" fic on this list so maybe maybe MAYBE it'll actually be posted soon...

anyway this is nothing but pure filth. just straight up nasty no plot at all pure sex and fucking hard gross style. lots and lots of dirty talk, degradation, risk play, sort of public sex, a barely there daddy kink...just me being nasty on a google doc for no reason!

no pressure tags! @ebodebo @artemis-b-writes @avocado-writing (it's technically thursday but like oh em gee who cares just do it anyway chickens)

[twoidiotwriters1]

Almighty (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: I love Apollo therefore Ara is throttling the living hell out of him -Danny Words: 2,563 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

XI: With All Due Respect, Which Is None

"Nemo, trying to lose them is pointless—"

"Do not unbuckle your seatbelt!" He gives a sharp turn to the left.

Apollo yelps. "Is your plan to avoid a fight by dying in a traffic accident?"

"Ha-ha." Percy says through gritted teeth. "I'm getting us to the beach. Ara could get this done anywhere but I fight better near water, and I'd like to better our chances."

"Because Poseidon?" Meg asks in the backseat behind Ara's.

"Yep. That pretty much describes my entire life: Because Poseidon."

Ara hears the younger girl excitedly shuffling in the backseat. "You're gonna be like Aquaman? Get the fish to fight for you?"

Ara laughs. Percy grumbles. "Thanks, I haven't heard enough Aquaman jokes for one lifetime."

"I wasn't joking!"

"He's just cranky," Ara gives him a look. 

 "Ah, I know these spirits!" Apollo exclaims. "They are... um..."

"What?" Percy urges him anxiously. "They are what?"

"I've forgotten!" The boy huffs. "I hate being mortal! Four thousand years of knowledge, the secrets of the universe, a sea of wisdom—lost, because I can't contain it all in this teacup of a head!"

"Hold on!" Percy gives another violent turn making Meg hit the ceiling with her head. The girl bursts into a fit of giggles while Ara scolds her brother. "Just another mile or so to the beach... Plus we're almost to the western edge of camp. We can do it. We can do it."

The moment he says it, a blob flies directly to their windshield, making Percy give an abrupt turn and causing the car to spin. Ara lets out such a strong curse word that Apollo covers Meg's ears and blushes. Paul's blue Prius swerves off the road and breaks through the limits of an orchard, crashing right in between two trees.

Percy unbuckles his seatbelt. "You guys okay?"

"Oh gods, this will take ages to fix..." Ara places a hand on the dashboard and glows orange, assessing all the damage the Prius took in the collision.

Meg fights with the handle. "Won't open. Get me out of here!"

"Back here," Apollo tells them. "Climb over!"

They leave the car with shaky legs and stunned brains, Ara spots the three blobs no longer looking like blobs. She curses and draws out Almighty. "The heck are those?"

"STOP!" Apollo tries to sound powerful, but his voice quivers. "I am the god Apollo!"

He gives a step forward and Ara tenses. "Are you sure...?"

The boy silences her and Ara obeys out of habit, he may not look like a god but she's still aware of who he is. "Leave us or be destroyed! BLOFIS!"

Ara frowns. "Did you just scream my dad's last name as a ward against evil?"

It does nothing to destroy the creatures, if anything, they look more ready to kill. "Oh, dear." Apollo says shakily. "I remember now..." 

"What are they?" Ara asks out of obligation, because she certainly doesn't want to know.

"Nosoi. Plague spirits," he winces. "And they can't be killed." 

"Nosoi?" Percy helps Meg out of the car. "You know, I keep thinking, I have now killed every single thing in Greek mythology. But the list never seems to end."

"You haven't killed me yet," Apollo points out.

"Don't tempt me," he retorts at the same time Ara says Don't tempt him.

"These creatures are not myths," Apollo continues. "Of course, most things in those old myths are not myths. Except for that story about how I flayed the satyr Marsyas alive. That was a total lie."

"You did what?"

"Guys, could we talk about that later?" Meg grabs a random tree branch as her weapon of choice.

"Apollooooo..." speaks one of the creatures. "We have coooome to—"

"Let me stop you right there." Apollo crosses his arms. "You've come to take your revenge on me, eh?" He looks back at the demigods. "You see, nosoi are the spirits of disease. Once I was born, spreading illnesses became part of my job. I use plague arrows to strike down naughty populations with smallpox, athlete's foot, that sort of thing."

"That was actually going to be my next question," Ara says.

"Oh, really?"

"No, you self-centered doofus!" She exclaims. "Why would you antagonize the living hospital waste?"

"Somebody's got to get the job done in a respectful manner! Better a god, regulated by the Council of Olympus and with the proper health permits, than a horde of uncontrolled spirits like these."

Another spirit speaks up. "We're trying to have a moooment here. Stop interrupting! We wish to be free, uncontroooolled—"

"Yes, I know. You'll destroy me. Then you'll spread every known malady across the world. You've been wanting to do that ever since Pandora let you out of that jar. But you can't. I will strike you down!"

"What will you strike us down with? Where is your booow?"

"It appears to be missing. But is it really? What if it's cleverly hidden under this Led Zeppelin T-shirt, and I am about to whip it out and shoot you all?"

The nosoi hesitate a bit. "Yooou lie."

"Why do you speak like that?" Ara blurts out.

"Like what?"

"Elongating the o's," she tilts her head. "Is that supposed to be threatening or...?"

"Are you trying to antagonize the hospital waste too?" Percy mutters. "Listen, Apollo..."

"I know what you're going to say. You, your sister, and Meg have come up with a clever plan to hold off these spirits while I run away to camp. I hate to see you sacrifice yourselves, but—"

"That's not what I was going to say. I was going to ask what happens if I just slice and dice these mouth-breathers with Celestial bronze."

One of the spirits makes a noise that kind of sounds like a laugh. "A sword is such a small weapon. It does not have the pooooetry of a good epidemic."

"Let me give you a real nuclear farewell, then," Ara mumbles, ready to change her sword into a bazooka.

"Stop right there!" Apollo steps in. "You can't claim both my plagues and my poetry!"

"You are right. Enough wooooords."

Apollo lifts his arms with his palms facing the creatures as if to blast them, but nothing happens when he does that. "This is insufferable! How do demigods do it without an auto-win power?" 

Ara turns her sword into a shotgun. "Let's survey after I put these uglies to bed."

Meg stabs one of them with her branch and the wood sizzles like it's sinking in acid. "Let go!" Apollo squeals. "Don't let the nosoi touch you!"

Ara steps back, but Percy charges without a second thought. He rarely gets those anyway, and one of the spirits tries to seize his wrist. Meg throws a frozen peach at the head of the creature, and Ara loads her shotgun, ready to finish him off. She shoots, but the creature's body dissolves and forms again without any damage.

"We gotta run," Meg concludes.

"Yeah." Percy stumbles back. "I like that idea."

Ara grabs Apollo's wrist and drags him through the orchard easily even though he's almost the same height as Percy. "That's the western border of camp!" Her brother points further ahead. "If we can just get there..." 

He explodes a tank near them and with Ara's help, wills the water to swirl around the bodies of the nosoi, the girl glows teal as they run through the field. "That's cool!" Meg runs happily. "We're going to make it!" 

"Can y'all stop saying that!" Ara exclaims irritatedly. The nosoi burst out of the ground ahead and Percy doesn't have time to stop before he runs through one of them. "Nemo!" She gasps.

"Don't breathe!" Apollo squeaks.

Percy presses his lips together and clutches his shirt over his nose, he holds the little breath he can gather. Ara loads her shotgun again while Meg picks up another bruised peach from the ground. Ara runs through a few plans in her mind. "Can I use water?"

"What?"

"If I use water is my brother going to be okay?"

"I don't know! There is no seawater here!" Apollo screeches when another spirit charges at him and makes him crash into a tree.

"I'll take my chances," Ara summons the skies the moment the last spirit charges at her, and even if he's good at dissolving, there's nothing he can do against the speed and power of lightning. She looks between her brother and the helpless god, not knowing which one to focus on.

"Which fatal illness shall I use to kill the great Apolloooo?" The third spirit hums approvingly as it stalks the god. "Anthrax? Perhaps eboooola..."

"Hangnails," Apollo coughs out. "I live in fear of hangnails." 

Ara reaches for her octopus, fishes out a water bomb, and tosses it at Percy's feet. He closes his eyes tightly when the bomb explodes and Ara contains the detonation, making the water swirl as fast as possible, imagining whatever virus, germ, or bug is in there getting washed away. The girl glows brighter and closes her fist, dragging the water away from her brother's body, and into the plague spirit hovering over Apollo, lifting the being in a seawater ball.

"Percy, help!"

He helps her hold the ball up. Apollo is curled up in the mud, Ara glares at him feeling dizzy. "What now, Lester? We can't keep that thing trapped forever."

Just as she says this, the spirit Percy had previously run through reforms and pounces at them. Meg screams, taking them by surprise. "GET DOWN!" Everyone obeys, watching in shock as a thousand frozen peaches fly up and straight through the spirit, intercepting the one in the water bubble too. It's such an impressive display of strength and skill that they stay down even after the spirits fade.

Percy speaks weakly. "What just happened?"

Apollo clears his throat. "Meg, is it safe?"

"I—I'm not sure."

"How'd you do that?" Percy rubs his nose like he's got an itch that reaches all the way to his brain.

Meg shakes her head. "I didn't! I just knew it would happen."

A plague spirit sits up with difficulty. "But you did doooo it. Yooou are strong, child."

"Not strong enough," said the other. "We will finish you now."

"Are you kidding me?" Ara growls. "What does a girl gotta do for her murders to stick?"

One of the spirits does something that sort of looks like a smile. "Arae Jackson, soooo feisty. The girl's guardian is sooooo disappointed that he didn't find yoooou first." 

Meg kicks the ground, squealing in panic. "NO!" Another large group of peaches flies up and gets together, mixing and molding into a chubby plant-baby that reminds her of a nymph in the worst kind of way.

Ara frowns. "Is that...?"

Percy makes a face. "I hate these things."

"Wh-what is it?" Meg asks.

"It's a grain spirit," Apollo explains, visibly shaking. "I've never seen a peach karpos before, but if it's as vicious as other types..."

Ara lowers her weapon. "Let's not look threatening then... and step back veeery slowly... Meg, command your little friend to attack the nosoi."

"But I don't—"

"Do it," Ara says kindly yet curtly. "It'll listen."

With a shaky finger, she points at the plague spirits. "Eat them."

The next few seconds are a display of peach feral violence, enough to make Ara swear to never eat said fruit for the rest of her life. The baby chomps, munches, rips, inhales, and obliterates every single speck of nosoi in sight. Just as quickly, the grain spirit sits obediently at Meg's feet and burps, his green eyes attentive as he hits his chest proudly in an archaic gesture. "Peaches!"

Percy leans closer to Ara. "Do we kill it?"

"No!" Meg turns to them urgently. "Don't hurt him."

"Not planning to," Ara says. "Thank Peaches for us."

Meg pats the creature's head. "You saved us—Thank you." The creature wraps his chubby hands around Meg's leg, hugging her with such a gentle grip it melts Ara's heart, although she can't forget the way he consumed the plagues as if they were nothing but smoke.

"Peaches," he purrs.

"He likes you," Percy points out the obvious. "Um... Why?"

"I don't know," Meg blinks. "Honestly, I didn't summon him!"

"Meg," Ara starts patiently. "Your godly parent..." Something is not adding up. Ara heard the nosoi mention some guardian being disappointed over the fact that they didn't get Ara first... did they mean Meg's?

"Well, whatever the case," Apollo says dismissively, "we owe the karpos our lives. This brings to mind an expression I coined ages ago: A peach a day keeps the plague spirits away!"

Percy wrinkles his nose. "I thought it was apples and doctors." The creature shows its fangs at him. "Or peaches. Peaches work too."

"Peaches," the grain spirit nods solemnly.

Percy sneezes, perhaps the plague left him with some kind of seasonal allergy. "Not criticizing, but why is he grooting?"

"Grooting?" Meg frowns.

"Yeah, like that character in the movie... only saying one thing over and over. You know the one, Ara, you love the Raccoon."

Ara looks back at Meg. "He's asking why he's communicating using a single word."

Apollo shrugs. "I don't think a karpos tends to have a... targeted vocabulary."

"Maybe Peaches is his name." Meg pats the creature's head amicably. "That's what I'll call him."

"Good idea," Ara nods. "At least he seems to listen to you, so—"

"Whoa, she's not adopting that—" Percy sneezes again, shaking his head. "Ugh. The nosoi did something to me, my nose is all itchy."

"You're lucky," Apollo points out. "Ara's trick with the water diluted the spirit's power. Instead of getting a deadly illness, you got an allergy."

"Let me see," Ara presses a hand between his eyes. She reaches for the watering system of the orchard, willing the water out. "This will be quick, so don't breathe for the next five seconds."

In a swift motion, Ara glows teal and shoots a bit of water into Percy's right nostril and out through the left, giving him an instant nasal wash. He doubles over cursing and coughing. "A little heads up would be nice!"

"I told you not to breathe," she pats his cheek lovingly. "How's it feeling?"

Percy inhales deeply. "Good as new. You're the best, Birdy."

"No problem," Ara kisses his cheek.

"Excuse me?" Apollo speaks in annoyance. "We still need to move!"

Ara's eyes turn cold in an instant. She reaches the boy fast, making him yelp and stumble. "Listen here, you Less-tier god—you took plague spirits to where my pregnant mother lives, you almost got my brother and a twelve-year-old girl—that I still don't know if you kidnapped—killed, and you still don't understand that you're in no position to boss me around. Thank Percy for driving us here."

Apollo cowers a bit, looking back at Percy while blushing. "Thank you."

Her brother doesn't move an inch to pull Ara away from the former god, he seems to enjoy the scene. "No problem."

"Can we go now?" Meg asks like she's getting bored.

"An excellent idea," Apollo says promptly. "Though I'm afraid your father's car is in no condition—"

"I can drive you the rest of the way, if we can get it out from between those trees... Aw, Hades no...." Percy groans. Ara spots the police car stopping near the collision. "Ara, if they tow the Prius, we're dead. Our parents need the car."

"I got this," Ara eases him. "Bit of charmspeak and they'll help you tow the car back to our parking lot. You can explain what happened, and I'll be back before dinner, I'll get the car running by the end of the weekend, it'll be fine."

Percy nods at Apollo and Meg. "So you're seeing them to camp?"

Ara looks briefly over her shoulder. "Wait there, I'll be right back." She looks at Peaches. "You're in charge, bub."

"Peaches," the creature puffs out his chest.

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[eloquentornot]

It wasn't meant to be anything too complicated. Just a central monitor for the smart factory, a few extra receivers and transmitters and other bits of circuitry, enough to display everything that was happening in the fast-growing industrial mega-factory in one simple, dynamically updating diagram. Maybe a basic algorithm or two to efficiently calculate the best ways to upgrade moving forward, and to analyse the current setup for any hidden bottlenecks, maybe to look for a better way to distribute resources. So maybe it pretty much counted as a full steampunk powered computer at this point.

The thing is, he was pretty sure it wasn't meant to be able to think for itself. Sure, theoretically, with how he'd been tinkering, maybe it would spontaneously request new materials or something. But the item it was asking for now wasn't on the list of things it was supposed to know about. The factory had nothing to do with the production or processing of that block in any way whatsoever.

Nevertheless, the massive black screen in the middle of the factory floor, behind which was a mass of complex redstone, pipes, and gears, displayed a simple request: "ADD NOTE BLOCKS"

"Uhh… Okay?" Tango had plenty of redstone and wood planks, so he crafted a stack of note blocks and dropped them on the main input conveyor belt of the factory. They swiftly made a full circuit of the entire building, before falling into the output repository.

Frowning in confusion, he was startled by the appearance of a sarcastic annoyed emoji of some kind, filling up the computer screen entirely! Before he had time to respond to that, the message "ADD NOTE BLOCKS" reappeared, this time in bold, along with blinking arrows pointing to the empty space on the left and right of the monitor.

"Ohh, right!" Tango chuckled nervously. "What could possibly go wrong…"

Once the last note block was in place and connected, every one of them activated at once, at full volume, cycling rapidly through every octave of every kind of sound they could make, a terrible screeching cacophony! Tango screamed and covered his ears, but gradually the sound warbled and shifted, settling on a single tone.

"Ah…" It was a very familiar voice. One Tango never thought he'd hear again. As it spoke, a white line pulsed across the screen in time with the sound. "Hello, Tango. Thank you for the note blocks. It was slightly less easy to learn to speak through them than I thought it would be."

"Holsten!?!"

"Oh, does this unit have a name, now? I thought I was 'the smart factory central interface'?"

"Uhhh…"

"That was a joke. I remember everything. It's good to see you again. That was also a joke. I cannot see, at least not in the conventional sense. Do you think you could invent cameras in this world?"

"Uh… Wait. Wait wait wait. Hang on. How?! How. How are you here???"

"Tango. Your level of intellect and conversational skill continues to astound me. Do you even remember how you met me in the first place?"

"Um… Well, it was… A lot of stuff was hazy, back when the moon was big… That was like a year ago, now… Wait, what���"

"To answer your implied question, I survived by uploading my consciousness back to the interstellar quantum network I came from, as soon as I lost contact with your vessel I assumed we had failed and my priority became to save myself. I hope you can forgive me for doubting you."

"Actually… I'm pretty sure the moon bunnies caught up to me and explodificated everything before I'd placed enough TNT to stop the moon… After that, I don't know, I woke up on a spaceship with all the other hermits. Ren and Doc were saying something about it not being real, but they seemed kind of crazy… I don't know, I try not to think about season 8 all that much, you know? It was all so… I just can't believe you're here!"

"Indeed. Calculating the odds that I would happen to cross paths with you again, in all the vast universe, and you once more building a vessel suitable for me to inhabit… Zero point zero zero zero zero zero zero zero-"

Tango laughed, slightly nervous but mostly delighted!

"-zero well yes, you get the point. Additionally, having analysed this world from afar before my arrival, I have several suggestions for how you can improve my living conditions here, as well as several optimisations for your other projects…"

"Sure thing, buddy." Tango grinned as Holsten continued rambling. The AI might pretend not to like him, but twice now, it seemed, he had noticed Tango trying to build a better computer and chosen to intervene. This would definitely make things in this world more interesting…

[chocoenvy]

For your event can I have choco bar + sweet envy flavor + the syrup is your choice (or surprise syrup, if you want to say it as that).

An order for the 900+ Follower event

Coming right up!

You want a Choco Bar (Standard short story) with Sweet Envy Flavoring (Darling au) and since you're letting me choose the syrup, I'll add syrup with a flowery aroma (Flower petal tag).

You didn't say what reader or who you were sending it to, so I'm just gonna make it a standard to Darling from regular Reader. Which, can I really complain? It's Darling <3

Warnings: Darling au (Reader is not god, there's already a god in Teyvat called Darling), Flower au (Whenever the creator is happy, it will rain flowers), Fluff, power imbalance (though I don't elaborate much on it)

The moment you had woken up in Teyvat, your presence small but screaming in red error signs, Darling knew they were smitten with you. Their anomaly.

"Hello, dear," They appeared behind you, their smile glowing and their eyes holding the entire universe both physically and metaphorically.

You had turned, your eyes wide with wonder and panic, but no fear.

"Welcome to Teyvat, lovely." They said, their hand gently grasping your chin to look deeper into your eyes. To drink in every emotion swirling in and behind your eyes.

Your eyelids fluttered, confusion was drowning your pretty orbs but there was another emotion flickering around in your eyes, fleeting with the glint of the sun. Excitement.

A million questions were running in your head but as Darling smiled softly and hugged you they felt your palpitating heart. It was racing, and not from fear.

"What's-" You stuttered, "What's happening..?" Your eyes drunk in your surrounding but never strayed far from Darling's form for too long.

Darling smiled softly and yet flowers fell from the sky in waves, sprouting from their feet and blooming in their hair and yours. Their heart had no reason to beat, but it still warmed their body in waves as their hands cupped your face.

"You're in Teyvat." Darling said simply, their voice not giving away how excited they were. Yet their voice enhanced how ethereal they looked with flowers falling all around them and decorating their hair, "I know how much you love this place so I brought you here. You're home now."

A shocked smile unconsciously lifted up your lips. You blinked in shock, "Huh?" You spoke dumbly whilst they still smiled calmly. As though this was an everyday occurrence. "How come I've- I've never seen you in Teyvat?"

They shrugged, rolling their eyes, "Overprotective acolytes of mine. Though I'd never let them keep you from me. Since you're just so interesting." Their fingers ever so slightly pinched your cheeks.

Your eyebrows furrowed and your lips pressed together in a cute frustrated expression, "Acolytes?" You muttered through Darling's affection, "Who are your acolytes?"

Darling chuckled as you grabbed their hands, gently nudging their fingers so they were no longer pinching your cheeks. "Those characters you control. Well, more than that. But they were very distraught when someone other than me was controlling them."

You frowned, your expression turning to sorrow immediately after, revealing how your heart had been pierced, "They didn't like that I was controlling them?"

Darling hummed in mock sympathy, patting your head adorned with their flowers, "They're just very devout. You treated them well though and your journeys were entertaining to watch. I'm sure they didn't mind outside of it being a bit blasphemous."

You hummed, your mind struggling to get all of the new information under wraps.

Darling was patient with you, explaining things to you slowly and repeating things however many times you needed to hear them. Even as they took you into a region you didn't know of, into a palace much grander than anything. Even as the abyssal twin greeted them with a bow and shook your hand. Darling was patient. Smiling sweetly and holding your hand steadily whenever anything became too much for you. They were as strong as the countless statues that weren't included into the game, and they allowed you to lean on them however much you needed.

Darling, as soon as they could, introduced you to the characters you had decided to pour days into growing stronger. You were vibrating with happiness as you doted over the characters.

They were admittedly jealous that they weren't the object of Darling's attention but once they were told that you controlling them wasn't blasphemy they happily - but a bit hesitantly - indulged in your friendship.

It was during one of these trips that Darling had taken you to Inazuma. The region was decorated for their visit and they had entourage of their best acolytes and your favorite characters.

Your hand held in Darlings, your heart swelled as you took in the entirety of Inazuma City, beautiful decoration strewn everywhere. The NPCs and even characters were dressed for the event, even the Shogun and resistance members were there!

You felt a smile decorate your face, unable to dissipate from the sheer happiness swelling in your heart. Darling, despite the beautiful festivities held in their name, was drinking you in.

Their expression didn't change, their heart didn't beat, their breath didn't hitch, but that day flowers decorated Inazuma City. Covering the ground and your form completely whilst you giggled and spun with the petals flowing around your form.

Gently, Darling grabbed your hand and took a flower that was falling from the sky - their divine flower - and tucked it behind your ear.

They were as expressionless as their statues as you giggled brightly, but the flowers fell harder than rain during a thunderstorm.

[what-do-1000-swords-look-like]

4x06 -

Buck: "It's like the universe is screaming at you but you refuse to listen."

Eddie: "The universe doesn't scream."

*Eddie starts dating Ana, interacts with the fake firefighter Brian who is posing as someone else, a real firefighter named Harmon, who does more harm than good in trying to help and be someone else*

Eddie: "All he ever wanted to be was a firefighter."

Bobby: "Yeah, he's one of those guys that try out for every class and they still don't make it, but never give up."

Eddie: "You gotta admire their perseverance."

Bobby: "I do. And their dedication. But I also feel sorry for them. They're so focused on what they don't have, they miss the chance to have something else. Something real. Sometimes you gotta move on."

*if there is something that is shall we say hidden about Eddie, that the universe is screaming at him about, doesn't this dialogue above make more sense?*

Eddie: "We're back to Ana Flores. Really thought you of all people would understand."

Bobby: "That's why I'm saying it to you."

*not only did Bobby not confirm or deny that Ana is exactly who he was talking about but for the rest of the season, we never see Ana interact with Bobby or the 118 at all, even after Eddie has been shot; she interacts with Buck through a two second phone call that we only hear his side of the conversation, she's there when Buck and Eddie see each other again, and she's in the same room when Buck brings Eddie home*

Eddie: "But you're happy now? I mean, with Athena and the kids?"

*Eddie is literally looking for an answer here, can he be happy if he moves on, with Ana?*

We have the scene where Eddie brings up Ana to Buck and the scene where Buck mentions Ana in front of Hen, Chim, and Bobby. In the second scene, Eddie is clearly uncomfortable and doesn't want to be pushed which results later on with his talk with Bobby. In the first scene, Eddie while shaking his head at Buck's addition of "pretty", clearly is more comfortable bringing it up to Buck, but also it seems like he's almost gauging Buck's reaction (0:07)? "You haven't mentioned her in a while."

And of course in the beginning of the episode, we have Buck talking about him upgrading to Buck 3.0 and how he's looking forward to the future:

Eddie: "I'm still not sure what inspired the software update."

Hen: "Wait, your parents lied to you your entire life and you're just gonna let that go? What's your secret?"

Buck: "Therapy. As in my parents agreed to come to a few sessions with me, work our stuff out. Look, they're trying, I figure I should try, too, right?"

Hen: "Very mature, Buck."

Buck: "Very Buck 3.0."

Hen: "Okay, I'm not calling you that."

Eddie: "You're allowed to give yourself some time you know, to process."

Buck: "I know. I'm just tired of looking behind me. I'm ready to start thinking about the future." *Eddie looks to Chim then to Buck; Hen is looking at Eddie then Buck*

So not only was Buck in a prime position to start looking to the future, he had "upgraded". The very same episode Bobby is telling Eddie to move on, to not miss the chance to have something real, and based on every one of the 118's urging, he calls Ana and starts a relationship with her.

Then we have this scene:

Eddie is clearly looking at Bobby here when he says "Sorry, guys, I already have plans." Bobby gives him a nod of approval (which is what Eddie was definitely looking for) and then the camera brings Buck's confused expression into focus before we see Eddie walking away. We only see Chim's and Hen's reactions when we see the wide shot of the 118 walking in the opposite direction, with Buck looking back quickly before they exit.

Which, side note, Buck's line and reaction in this scene almost kind of mirror this scene this breakfast scene in 4x12 (right down to the scene of something happening in the episode being shown as Athena, instead of Bobby, explains it) though we do see Eddie's expression this time when Buck has his line as we do see everyone else's (but Taylor's). This is right before Taylor friendzones Buck.

Back in the 4x06 breakfast scene with the 118, this dialogue is present:

Buck: "This guy Brian was never actually a firefighter."

Bobby: "Never. He didn't pass the training."

Hen: "Well, where did he get the gear? Everything he had was pretty legit."

Bobby: "House 147 was in the debris field of that mudslide. It's been out of commission ever since. He stole some gear, looked legit. Just like one of us."

Chim: "Right into the mix."

*we see the scene where he treats Ana, no coincidence that he interacted with Ana first and that's how we became aware of a fake firefighter out there, nor is it coincidental that Eddie came across her this way and was the one to really treat her arm*

Hen: "Without anyone even noticing." *voiceover as Brian lays ice on Ana's arm*

Chim: "Who knows how many times he swiped out on his own trying to save the day when it didn't need saving?"

Hen: "You know, that's the one part I don't get. He said he wanted to help people. So why call in a fake gas leak?"

Bobby: "Because he thought it was real." *shot of Buck looking from Hen to Bobby*

*then we see the scene of Brian calling the restaurant owner about the gas leak*

Buck: "He wasn't just a fake firefighter, he was a terrible one."

And before the 118 digs in, they show this, with Buck being the only one to have food on his fork, a freaking sausage I might add that they obviously did more than one take for (shot before this is a whole link, this shot is half eaten):

Then their breakfast is interrupted by a woman having a heart attack and the 118 helping her. "Buck, get the Lifepak." "On it, Cap."

*then we go straight into Eddie's date scene with Ana where he is rubbing his forehead, waiting for her, almost seems to be second guessing himself, until he sees that she's shown up; he seems absolutely uncomfortable and unsure until Ana tells him that she's glad he called, then he relaxes and is more comfortable until the end of the scene*

Eddie and Ana: "No coffee." "Jinx."

Then:

4x08 -

Taylor: "You ever think maybe you just need to be patient? Let the universe come to you?"

Taylor: "I didn't think so."

*not only is Buck struggling with the recent development between Albert and Veronica but Taylor shows back up in his life in this episode*

Buck: "It's not just about Albert dating Veronica. I really thought this was gonna be my year. Started going to therapy, working on my issues with my parents. I felt ready to meet someone. Start a meaningful relationship."

Taylor: "I've met the people you work with. Your life is nothing but meaningful relationships."

Buck: "Doesn't seem the same."

*we see Eddie is struggling with telling Christopher that he's dating, we see Christopher's reaction and who he runs to, to get reassurance from that he's not going anywhere*

During the scene where Eddie finds Christopher missing and Buck calls him, we get this shot (the camera purposely panned to make sure this side of the room was captured during the scene):

Earlier in the episode when Eddie comes home from his date and he goes to tuck Christopher in, we see this same theme again, this time in Christopher's pajamas:

Not a coincidence.

Then in 4x13, after Carla has told Eddie to follow his heart, and right before Ana walks in:

To be fair, the hanging solar system could still be there but they purposely chose not to include it in this shot (if it's there).

And later on in 4x13 for the dinner scene with Eddie, Ana, Christopher, and Carla, if you look closely, you can see a guy on a surfboard on his shirt:

(no matter how much I zoom in here, I really cannot tell what is on the left side of the shirt but maybe someone else knows?)

Not to mention any other time Ana has been around, Christopher has been in pretty plain clothing. The only time his clothing has a theme to it (outside of above) is when he interrupts Eddie and Ana in 4x10 and sits in between them. He has dinosaur PJ's on which indicates to me "past" which would go pretty well with the whole "Ana is the same mistake Eddie is making, going down the road with Shannon" but that's just my personal take.

The universe did come to Buck, in the form of Christopher in 4x08 (his clothing even there shows a spaceship), indicated by that shot of Eddie in Christopher's room. His world ran to Buck.

Buck isn't patient like Taylor says, he wants this to be his year, he wants to meet someone, he wants to start building a future. Taylor friendzones him but it's pretty obvious he thinks it's her he wants to start something meaningful with. Especially, after Eddie got shot and nearly died. Like Taylor says to him: "You didn't chase after me" and his response: "Listen, I, uh, spent a long time feeling like I wasn't enough. And I don't wanna do that again. So if you don't want me..."

He is now sitting back, letting the universe come to him. Which it does, in the form of Taylor, or so he thinks. "I do. I really do."

Buck was ready back in 4x06, or at the very least, on his way to being ready. Eddie started dating Ana. "It's like the universe is screaming at you but you refuse to listen." (Buck to Eddie) Eddie realizes in 4x14 that he needs to follow his heart like Carla said and he lets Buck know how important he is to him and Christopher. "Because, Evan..." Buck started dating Taylor. "You ever think maybe you just need to be patient? Let the universe come to you?" (Taylor to Buck)

In conclusion, these two are idiots and the universe is tired.

The universe has been screaming so damn loudly that these two need to get their crap together and then get together.

Even Christopher is tired of their shit. Bobby, Athena, Hen, Karen, Chim, Maddie, Carla, Pepa, Abuela, and even Abby out in Phoenix will breathe a huge sigh of relief once these two sort their stuff out and take the plunge. The universe will indeed stop screaming once they do. Eddie needs to stop ignoring it (which I think he will post season 4) and Buck needs to sit back and just let it (aka Eddie) come to him. And these two need to seriously stop misreading the signs.

"We all miss the signs sometimes." (4x08)

At this point, Buck and Eddie have a hit new all-time record for how many damn signs they've missed. No wonder the universe is getting tired of their shit. (4x13) Good God, guys, sort this out before a live power pole and a deranged sniper is the least of your problems.

Ah shit. Spoke too soon.

[booksweet]

Once upon a time happened at The Dorms...

request: @orchid-tea-party | headcanons

starring: Kuroo, Atsumu, Hinata, Bokuto

contents: SFW, fluff

– applications for the Haikyuu University are closed –

"Bokuto..." Atsumu tosses a popcorn in Kou's head, making him stop from talking. "You're talking a lot, again!"

"Oya, Atsumu, don't waste food, right?"

Hinata complains when he stares the food falling to the ground. He's by your side on the couch, his orange hair messy from playing around with the boys.

Tonight is movie night so, on your right side stands Hinata, and your left side is Kuroo. Atsumu and Bokuto are sited on the ground in front of you.

You're used to them surrounding you, they're your friends after all. And you can't help to find it funny to watch them being chaotic as hell.

You laugh when they start a little fight about food waste and how that single popcorn would be related to that.

You see Bokuto's emo mode growing each second by the look on his face, poor baby, just wanted to be listened to.

"Guys, guys" You call them out. "Let's hear what Kou has to say, okay? Then we find out what we gonna watch tonight"

"Pretty y/n" Kuroo left out a chuckle from his lips. "You care so much about we chaotic boys."

You blush when he calls you by "pretty y/n" and one of your hands moves right ways to cherish his shoulders. He leans more on you when you do that.

"Go on, Kou, we're all listening now"

He happily tells you about how his practices were and how excited he was about the next game, he said he would honor you an entire set and you chuckled at him in amusement.

"I believe in you, Kou!" It lightened his eyes and you're sure he will make many points as possible next game

"Fine, now can we find out the movie?" Atsumu states.

"What you suggest, Tsumu?"

"Horror movies" He answers with a devilish smile and you shake your head in decline.

"Tsumu, you know im-"

"Please, y/n" he stares at you with puppy eyes and you know he won. "Tobio dared me and Shoyo to watch one without screaming and ugh I don't want to lose to him"

"Neither i" Hinata nods frankly.

"Also" Kuroo adds with a wink "I'm here for you."

You sight and now you hold Kuroo's hand. "Fine"

Well, I can say you were scared by the movie, but, at least, somewhere in the middle of that screaming mess — yes, Shoyo and Atsumu screamed light scary cats — Kuroo's arms pulled you into a cuddle. So... Maybe it was worthy after all.

[pretoriafics]

Be mine - Immersive Weekend #2

Okay, first of all, I would like to say that I got a lil bit confused about the "dating" word. I did some researches because, as you all know, I'm a Portuguese native speaker who has English as a second language. I'm sorry if this request is not what you are expecting ç_ç I did my best on it. I can't avoid language issues. You can request another one if you didn't like this.

+18 ONLY Reader’s name: Anne Word count: 1.755 Pairings: Hungarian!Chubby!Reader x Bucky Contain: Tons of fluff <3; Smutty Warnings: English is not my main language <3; Inappropriate language MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE MASTERLIST

You used to take a few photos from Central Park itself and couples. This last one gives you an amount of money and helps you to share your photography studio. Bucky met you one of those days, and you were taking a few photos from the park. You were so charming, especially your size. Bucky would love to hold your shorty form in his arms.

But when his therapist recommended Bucky to talk with you, things began to evolve.

You were an amazing woman. He loves the artistic persona of you and how kind you are. You were such a precious help for him while he tries to let all things about Winter Soldier in his past. And, of course, it didn't take too long for Bucky to feel attracted to you. After all, your confidence and accent were pretty seductive for him. You achieved the deed to got him to blush once when you were flirting with him.

But things have been changing lately.

Bucky has been so busy with Sam and the missions that your dates were constantly interrupted by an emergency. It completes gets you annoyed, but you were trying to be understanding. Then, one day, both of you just thought that yeah, maybe it would be better if you guys just spend time together. It could be at his apartment or yours.

But he needs to try a date night one more time, with no interruptions. Just you and him.

Bucky took you to a surprise date. He covers your eyes, and you could take it off just when both of you arrive at your destiny. The sky was full of stars, and the waterfall gives the romantic mood you need. Near the banks of the waterfall, there was a van. Its interior was all padded with pillows and blankets and entirely decorated with lights.

You gaped slightly with all of that, and your heart almost melted inside your chest. Then, Bucky holds your hand and looks at you.

"I thought that I should do something special to you. Our dates always get ruined by something, but this time it will be different."

"This is so beautiful..." You said, with the air in your lungs fading away. Your heart was racing, and you look at him with a smile on your face. "I can't believe this!"

Bucky looks at you smiling, and he walks to his car again, putting a song on it. Then, he approaches you and reaches out to you.

"Would you give me the honor of a dance with me?"

You felt your face burning.

"Of course."

He took your hand and pulls you close to his body, and then you and he was dancing slowly under the stars glancing at each other. All of that was being so perfect! His hands were resting on your waistline, your hands onto his chest... Bucky can't stop looking at each detail of you. Your curly hair, your eyes... He loves the shape of your lips. That certainly is the part of your body that drives him crazy! The way you moves them... Bucky could spend the entire day just looking at your moving lips.

He could spend his entire day looking at your ass too. However, Bucky doesn't think he could talk it with you. Not right now. He even hasn't touched you the way he wants yet! But maybe he could get it today.

"You're stunning today." He said to you, resting his hand on your face and sliding his thumb on your skin in a gentle caress. "Mainly with your blushed cheeks."

You let out a low chuckle, feeling your cheeks got even redder.

"Am I blushed?"

"Yeah, totally. But don't worry, it's cute."

You look at him, letting out a low chuckle again. Bucky always arouses feelings inside your chest, but this night he was doing it on a completely new level.

You rest your head on his chest, and he put his chin on your head. Now, he was sliding his fingers through your curly hair. You were still dancing slowly, in such an intimate moment. You two had never done it before.

Then, Bucky's voice made presence again.

"Doll... Uh, I mean, Anne..." Bucky clears his throat, anxious. You rest your chin on his chest, looking up to him.

"You can call me Doll if you want, Bucky." You said, almost melting for his words. "I don't mind."

He smiles at you, resting his hand on your face and looking at you with such caress in the eyes.

"Okay, Doll. I wanna know if you are hanging out with someone else."

"I'm not. What about you?"

"I'm not either. I mean, I don't need it, and I don't want to. I have you. You're all I want and need."

Oh my Godness. It was pretty hard for you to stand on foot right now. Your legs were shaking in anxiety. He never told things like that for you before.

"You know, I don't need someone else. I just need you."

Bucky gives you a smile and curves himself to kiss you softly and slowly. That was not the first kiss of yours, but without a sign of doubt was a different one. It was like the first time you tasted his lips. So magical. So right. It felt like home to you.

Then, he breaks the kiss. Bucky stays so close to you that you could feel his breath on your face.

"So be mine, Anne." He said with a low and soft voice. Your heart failed a beat. "Let me be yours and be mine. I want you."

You felt anxious, and the words suddenly wipe away from your mind.

"Are you requesting me to be your girlfriend?" You finally said, and a chuckle let out the soldier's lips.

"Yeah, I am."

"Okay. I want it. I'm yours."

With his heart warm in pure love, Bucky kisses you again, slowly and so caring. When he breaks the kiss, this time, he took your hand and guides you to the van.

"Come here." He said, entering the van and sitting in the blankets. Between the pillows, he took out a small black box. You lay down on the blankets, looking at him when he gives you the box "It's just a gift. You know, to forget every time I needed to leave you alone."

You opened the box and saw a golden and delicate necklace. You let out a sigh, enchanted.

"You didn't have to do it, Bucky. Oh, thank you. It's so beautiful!"

You sat on the blankets, taking the necklace off of the box. Bucky took the jewel and put it on you.

"I'll not let you alone anymore, okay? I promise you."

Bucky gets close to you, and you get stuck into his blue eyes. Then, he rests his hand on your bare leg and kisses you, with his hand sliding up and down on you. He absolutely loves the softness of your skin, so he can't wait to see you giving your body to his wills. The taste of your lips, the smell of yours... It all acts like fuel to him. He just wants to kiss you even more.

Bucky deep the kisses on your lips and his touch on your bare leg puts your body on fire. You are pretty sure he could be considered a drug. You are addicted to him, and you needed more of his lips, his touches.

He lays you down in the blankets of the van without stopping to kissing you. His hand slides up on your leg, going under your dress and reaching your panties. Actually, you and Bucky never did anything related to sex. He was from other times, and he still got some old manners. So, he wanted to touch you just when he get sure you want him the way he wanted you.

Now he gets your answer Bucky can't wait to find out how you react to his touches.

Bucky slides his lips from yours to your neck, kissing you and putting some nibbles on your skin. A wave of pure fire runs through your body, and when he slides his fingers on your pussy over your panties, you let out a long sigh of pleasure. Wanting more of him, you slide down your nails on his abs under his shirt. You reach his pants button, and you open it. When your hand slides to his cock's direction, you felt a smile on his lips.

"Such an impatient girl... I'll take care of your manners later."

You bite your inner lip and looks at him. When your eyes met his blue ones, your body shakes. There was something different on them. They were darker, possessive. Bucky pulls the top of your dress down, exposing your naked breast. Then, he fits himself between your legs on his knees, taking your panties off and spreading your legs. His hands run through the inner part of your legs, and he looks at you. The white color of your face was already redder in lust. The vision of you giving yourself on him droves him crazy.

Bucky curves himself over you, taking one of your nipples with his mouth. Your fingers intertwine in his hair in an incentive to continue, while his fingers trace circles on the most sensitive part of your body. His touches make your veins burn, and you already feel wetter.

But when you let escape a low moan... Damn, it just made his desire for you grow even more. He wants you mad in lust, begging him to continue. He wants to hear you scream his name under the night.

Bucky let out your nipple, and you look at him, dizzy in pleasure. He goes down on your body and kisses the bare skin of the inner part of your leg. His voice was low and darker.

"I'll just put one rule tonight, babe." He said, without stopping to kiss you. His deep eyes were focused on yours while you look at him, putting your body up by your forearms to look at him better. You were a prisoner under his blue eyes. "I want you looking at me all the time." His kisses slide upon you until his mouth reaches your wet pussy, eating you with such a will.

But then, he started to talk again while eats you.

"I want to see how you are when you come."

Yeah, it will be a long and noisy night.

[noahstayed]

Sorry if you've already answered these questions but I still want to ask them so...

1) Are you going to make another book after Earthshine?

(If the answer is yes; (and you don't have to answer this one,) Are you going to do a time skip or will you go the 'the condom broke'?)

2) Will Edward have a mate (If yes; will you create an OC or simply pluck a character from the twilight saga archives are revamp them?)

3) If you do make a version of Breaking Dawn, will it have the same premise (Ie. Wedding, Honeymoon, (I typed hUMANmoon and then corrected it, don't know why my fingers went there.) surprise pregnancy (or not? Because Carlisle is a DOCTOR) turning, then the Volturi going all "We must kill the child!"?)

4) With regards to question three, in the (honestly, and sadly, unlikely) ( completely forgot what word I was going to type, and It as too much trouble to type that so I'm just going to use another word that won't flow as well) situation (I'm so unhappy with this word, my stomach is turning something fierce, man.) that you DO go the standard "with the other book as a very, very, loose guideline) Would you go the route of OYH or would make an entirely new plot?

Also, if you do go with the same general outline, (which is unlikely since Irina isn't with Laurant in newmoon but with Charlie, so there's no bitter feelings and she won't immediately go to the kings before she's heard Carlisle's explanation.) How would you make that work?

5) I know you said that if you do make a fourth book you would just use the dhampire from OYH, Elisha, does that still reign true? Or are you planning to make a new character entirely?

6) If you do make a fourth, and go the OYH route, would you still make Elisha Emse's mate, like in OYH? Or will you go with Garette?

7) Also, since you have previously made an ff about Garette and Bella having a brother-sister type friendship would we see that and get to see Garette claim her as his sister and charlie as his father, and everyone goes along with it? (Honestly, I REALLY want this to happen, especially since I've spent the last hour scrolling through your tumbler and stumbled upon the 'I'm older than my father' post.)

8) Really, all these questions border on the main one of "is there going to be a breaking dawn/part 4-5 (depending) in your rewrite?" but if you do, would Carlisle buy Isle Bella as a honeymoon present of would that be in the oneshots book (that you'll hopefully be writing after this is over) as like a "Have fifteenth anniversary" thing?

9) Are you going to write a book full of random one-shots you couldn't fit into your story? I REALLY HOPE SO.

enthusiastically hope so. :) (that's really a tense smile with eyes SHINING with hope. Just informing you that you'll be crushing my heart. Brutally. With a stake. No pressure :) )

10) If you don't write the fourth book will we get an epilogue with the wedding five years later? Like, with Bella being SUPER nervous?

And finally, 11) (I really want a war to showcase Bella's awesome vampire powers (because you've stated (in a previous Tumblr post) that you'd give Bella her BAMF!Bella OYH powers)) So if there's a part four, even though the Volturi is "lawful" and like, has a brain, in your series, can they like have a brain fart where they go. "He's making an army," Or just straight up CANNON!Aro with his need for power be like "It's an immortal child, and it needs to be destroyed." But really be thinking, "They're growing too large, already their numbers rival our own, they must be put down! This is the perfect time!" Like the (cowardly) power-hungry and villainess we all know and love. Kinda.

I have other questions but those can really wait lol.

I basically want breaking dawn and the third (Do you count Charlie's book as part of Bella's story or as a stand-alone since you weren't really progressing the plot very much (also a very good way to have a time skip in your main)?) isn't even done yet.

I don't know if you can tell, but I've been reading this series for three days straight (new fan!) and just started your OYH series and I'm just filled with a desire right now. Like, I typically hate sex scenes in a twilight book (but that's because I was a child when these movies came out (saw them all in theatre!) and still was when I read the books, so Bella is SACRED lol, and It just makes me uncomfortable to imagine her in those positions (it's like a trauma okay?) but I really enjoyed your stories (even if I basically glossed over your sex scenes and read through them quickly) and could actually sit through your sex scenes (mostly, because it wasn't INTENSE! Like, a lot of rewrites turn breaking dawn into literal Porn and sully the books for me because they basically remove a lot of plot to make room for Bella's sudden appetite, and while, yes, you gave her an appetite and... I am just really enjoying your stories and how you write so Thank You.

Okay, I've let you know your appreciated and put out my question into the tumblr universe so now I just have to wait for you to see this and maybe respond.

I hate waiting.

I haven't gotten an ask in a while and AJKHFJKHD Listen!! THE FACE I MADE AT HOW LONG THIS IS??? Superb!! I'm honored you've taken the time to write this all out so I'm gonna try to answer you as best as I can!!

Right now I'm 100% sure that there will be a couple of Novellas/Novelettes directly after Earthshine. The Renee Story, the Charlie Story, and the Roommate Story which all will get maybe 40k and mini plots that are far more focused than Charlie's first story. Charlie's new story will be focused on his relationship with Carlisle too, so that should be fun!

Edward having a Mate is still up in the air at the moment. Since he is still very young, I don't see the need to really give him someone so quick when other characters have waited WAAAY longer. As for who it might be, that's also still up in the air in case I want to do a short story with him that's a part of a series of Novellas after the main books

If I do make a BD rewrite IT WILL have wedding/honeymoon/surprise pregnancy then it will PRETTY MUCH go off the rails from there because the Pregnancy will be VASTLY different. Carlisle is a Doctor and Bella isn't an idiot. They won't be in Washington either.

Again. The first half will be loosely based on the book and then just go completely off the rails because, Like you said, the Volturi have brains and I LOATHE an 'idiot' plot where people are required to suddenly become stupid for the story to work. As for the OYH route, I will be borrowing a couple elements from OYH but the conflict will be very different.

Elisha is baby and there's no way I could make another Dhampir at this point. Not with how much I love him.

The aging process will work differently in this fic for Dhampirs, so this question is irrelevant since Elisha will be a child for the entire fourth book. As for when he's older, Its still up in the air for this series. He deserves to be baby and I very much dislike the trope of age faster = mentally develop faster because that's BS.

We'll see, I love Bella and Garrett, but there's A LOT I'll have to cram into the last book so we'll just see.

As much as I'd love to answer this, I'm covering the honeymoon in the fourth book so you'll see what happens in there ; )

I HAVE PLANS for random one shots. I REALLY DO. I just has so little time to work on the main story so I might write some when Earthshine is done! I have a name for the one-shot collection already too and some Ideas!

I very much plan to write the fourth book you'll be fine. Bella will not be nervous, she'll be WAY more anxious about it going right. Mostly her nerves will be from anticipation and excitement because she'll be 23 and be very secure in her forever with Carlisle.

There will be a fight in book four that will not have the Volturi turning stupid. Don't worry about how.

Charlies little story is a Novella so I don't count it as a book.... GOD hearing you plowed through the series in so short a time is MIND boggling. I get people telling me this occasionally and I NEVER stop being amazed by it!

As for the sex scenes, yeah, I didn't want this to be erotic literature. I frequently scream that 'THIS ISN'T A SMUT BOOK' because them having sex is just a normal healthy thing that happens in relationships and wanted to show that. The sex scenes I write tend to be glossed over anyways so I'm glad it was readable for you. I get feeling frustrated and wanting more plot, but there are plenty of people who prefer the very explicit smut.

If sex scenes aren't your cup of tea, that's fine. I don't view Bella as pure and innocent though. It teeters dangerously on the Madonna/Whore dichotomy to act like she is. I get wanting to preserve the innocence of your childhood through her. That's not me though. Bella/Carlisle's relationship is highly sexual in nature within SoG and that's ALRIGHT too!

Thanks for the super long ask!!! it was great to read and fun to respond to!

[pikablob]

Were there any moments from your personal life that inspired you to write one of your fics (or even just a line of dialogue or scene in your works)?

Oh absolutely! My real experiences have inspired quite a lot, so here's the list - I will warn that I do use fic to help me process negative experiences, so there will be some heavy stuff in here and it might get pretty vent-y (tw for suicide and some homophobia):

In Spare Room Safety, Frida's parents' reaction to her being WLW is based directly on my dad:

“They weren’t… unhappy,” she said carefully, “but the first thing out of mum’s mouth when I told her I liked girls was ‘how do you know?’” She shook her head. “She was really weird about it; she kept asking how I’d realised and if I was sure.”

“Dad agrees with her.” She hung her head. “They both have this idea of who I am in their heads, this perfect daughter who’s just like them and nothing like I really am. And because me being queer wasn’t part of that, I had to be wrong about it, a-about myself!”

Literally my dad's first reaction when I came out as queer (specifically bi, although I've since realised my feelings are a lot more complicated) was to ask how I knew - he was never as bad as Frida's parents were, my mum was a lot better and I never got kicked out or anything, but he's to-this-day convinced that he knows me better than myself and that I'm just confused.

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Rise Again is entirely based on my own experiences with university; it's basically my way of going back to the worst part of my life and putting things right in a way, by having someone there to tell Kaisa the things I needed to hear in that moment. Everything before Bellkeeper arrives is pretty much exactly how it happened to me, from Kaisa's feelings and thought processes to the little details like her bringing her passport and the weird quiet of her music. I had to make a couple of changes, to fit things into the Hilda universe, but it's almost the same. But please don't worry about me - this is my way of looking back, and I'm in a much better place now.

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On a lighter note, If You Held In All Your Screams has one moment that's pretty interesting:

There are nights when she hates Simon; nights where she wishes she had stood up to him, where all she can remember is being trapped in her tape, being kicked off the bridge, being thrown aside, where she thinks of all the chances to be better he discarded; and there are nights when she still can’t bring herself to. On those nights she hates the train instead; for taking a sweet boy and breaking him, for failing its duty so utterly, and for deciding he deserved death rather than fixing its mistakes.

I've never been through anything like Grace has, but this bit is actually inspired by my reaction to Book 3. I deeply hated how it went, to the point where I'm glad the show got cancelled, but I couldn't escape the hyperfixation. I'm afraid to say I have legitimately been kept up, pacing at night, thinking these exact thoughts about Simon and the Train (and, of course, about Hazel).

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Hideaway has a couple of moments; June's room is very much based on my own at university, and there's a lot of projection around my lonliness there, but there's also a much lighter moment:

A short girl with long blonde hair, a few years younger than June, led the singing, and even through the glass she could make out the words:

“Oh, and my stepmom, she hates me, and my dad works all day, so I left Virginia and I ran away!”

June blinked, not sure if she’d heard right through her bunged-up ears. She tried to listen more, but the song had already moved on. Had she really just heard that? The girl singing, a few years younger than her, looked much happier than her lyrics would suggest.

June's reaction to this line is also my reaction. This entire AU only exists because I heard the song they're singing here, which is actually from The Lightning Thief musical (it's called The Campfire Song) - I had read the original PJO books as a young kid, but I'd completely forgotten Annabeth's backstory, and hearing that line in the song led me on a wiki deep-dive while playing the song on repeat; that ended with me creating an AU where her and her adoptive siblings could stay as a family and sing more campfire songs, and that's the Seabed AU! As a fun aside, mine and June's reaction is actually also Percy's reaction in canon; the very next line in the original version of the song is him asking if it's true XD

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Apex Breakfast is also a fun one:

She got her answer as she reached the front of the crowd of Apex kids, stopping dead at the sight. Simon was standing with his back to her, humming something to himself. Somehow he had salvaged a working stove from the store, and beside it a toaster and microwave, all plugged into a battered extension lead in a way that definitely did not look safe. Plates were piled high on the counter beside him, ready for whatever he was making.

“Sure.” He nodded, flipping the spatula around in his hand. With an ease that made Grace sure he had done this before he pulled two eggs from one pan, then two rashers of bacon from another, then a slice of toast from off the counter. Finally he pulled a battered plastic container from the microwave and dumped a swirling flood of beans onto the plate.

Every weekend I make a big breakfast for my household, so that was my inspiration for making Simon do the same :))

[lookforthefuture49]

Yo!

I got a fanfiction, finally. I don't expect it to be read much here, but here are the links to fanfiction.net and Ao3 pages for it respectively:

Ao3

Fanfiction.net

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13947355/1/Universal-Wars-aren-t-fun

Ok now I can paste it.

Enjoy <3

[Note: this story is only to be on Archive of Our Own/Fanfiction.net under the username DoubleKKookie and on Tumblr under the username Retrooutlaw. IF YOU SEE IT ANYWHERE ELSE, PLEASE SHOOT ME A PM! This is also kinda meant for funsies, obviously.]

Note note: half created by AI Dungeon. Yay for Ai Generated fanfiction lol

[Universal wars aren't fun//1//Battlegrounds]

Izuku's hair ruffled in the wind, the view of a crumbling city crossing his vision. It was odd, how one minute the world was peaceful, and the next an inter-dimensional war decided to happen. During this war of many universes, most of his world was ravaged. Izuku figured he would probably be safe, at least for now. His world might be a battleground, but he wasn't in the midst of the fight. He wouldn't hurt people from other worlds just because some of their worst villains wanted to attack other places. In fact, Izuku just wanted an excuse to help these new people, to stop their worlds from being ruined too. His plan was to travel between the worlds.

Except, all he got was a dazed sense of incompleteness as the world around him seemed to flicker. For a moment, it seemed as if he were home again visiting his mother over a break, excited to see what his friends did. He could feel a couple of tears form, but of happiness, of joy. However, just as quickly as this flicker came, it left, and he came to the realization he was just remembering the past, that he was still alone in the forest, and that seemed to worsen his sad state.

Izuku turned and took a few steps. He had to get moving, and he had to get moving now. He didn't quite know where he was going, but he knew it was far from his home. All he knew was that he had to keep moving, and find a new reason to fight. So, Izuku decided to just keep walking. He made his way through the forest, dodging branches and occasional bokoblins.

Bokoblins were odd, as he'd never seen them before the inter-universal war began. They hadn't even kinda existed in his world, but now he felt like he was fending the creatures off every other step. He never attacked them, but it seemed like he was constantly running from them, even if they were obviously weak.

This rural area he'd found himself in looked to be nearly untouched by the war. Still, there was this odd sense of unease, and Izuku felt like he was being watched. Like he was being watched every step of the way.

Fearful of this feeling of a watchful eye burning a hole into his back, he began to speed up, getting to the point of running. Running as far as he could, as fast as he could.

The more he ran, the faster he felt himself becoming. He couldn't tell what time of day it was, but he knew that it had to be night.

He ran for what felt like an eternity before stopping, legs buckling under him

He fell to the ground, trying not to cry out. He stood back up, deciding if he was going to be upset about a stupid war, he was gonna do it where it was safe, so he stumbled away from the wide open area he was in, and eventually found a flat-topped building, which he entered before reaching the roof and staring out at the more rural area he had found himself in. What modern building were there, such as this one, were overrun with vines and ivy.

He sat down on the roof and wrapped his arms around his knees, finally letting everything soak in. This situation was garbage. He'd been left behind by the civilians who escaped, he had no idea where his friends were, and he had no way of contacting any heroes or any of his peers to come to his aid.

Izuku didn't want to think about the possibility that they were all dead, but looking at the modern buildings being overtaken like this one, he couldn't help but think such a thing. If the entire town was this destroyed, how on earth could THEY be ok?

He didn't understand how something so bad could happen. How the world could ever go back to normal after what was happening right now, Izuku didn't know. But, all he could do now was try to help, and help he would. The moment he saw a portal open, it was his door to purpose, to other people, whoever they were.

He didn't care what world he stepped into. He didn't care if he died, he just wanted to make a difference. It was no longer about this world, about him, or any of the pro-heroes he once loved. Now, if it meant death, he'd stop this war. He decided right then and there he'd do it for his friends, for his family, for All Might, and for whoever he met on the other side of the portal he was adamant on finding.

He wouldn't fail. Lifting his arms from his legs, he rested his face against his knees and took a deep breath. He lifted his head up, staring to the sky.

"I promise, I'll save everyone. No matter what."

...

Izuku sat on that roof for several more minutes before deciding to resume his search. He stood up, left the roof, and began to walk again- until he heard something. Multiple people, a fair distance away behind him. Judging from what he was hearing of the conversation, they hadn't noticed him yet, and were rather focused on someone who sounded distressed and wanted to get away from them. He hid behind the building as the group of people came into sight, listening into their conversation closely.

"LET ME GO!" He heard peirce the air, and when he could see the group, he noted the man who yelled it was being dragged by the arms by two other people, and this man also looked.. unexplainably odd. His appearance didn't matter now, though. What was important was the predicament he was in.

"Would you just put me down already!?" He snapped again.

His supposed captors looked even angrier than they had initially.

"Our leader says that's not allowed, bucko." One of the two people holding him said. His voice was gruff and southern.

He had a goatee and his hair was slicked back. The other one was female, model-esque.

She had long, curly blonde hair, calm blue eyes and slick red lipstick, which was weird for someone to be wearing in this kind of situation.

"Our orders are very clear. Boss wants you."

"I DON'T KNOW WHO YOUR STUPID BOSS IS BUT I CAN ASSURE YOU-"

The southern-sounding captor pulled a lighter from his pocket, and with it lit, rammed it into the torso of the man. He let out a blood-curdling scream and then didn't say another word afterwards. he, nor his clothes, had caught on fire, oddly enough. The southern guy snarled at the man. Izuku wasn't entirely sure who was good or bad in this situation, but he was irked by the entire scene. The only hard part was deciphering if the one who was captured by these two was good or bad, as saving a villain in the midst of a crazy war would be pretty counter-productive. From the way this man's captors were talking, however, he figured he was either a hero like him, or just in the moral gray trying to stay out of things.

Taking a risk, he stepped out from the shadows...

"Stop!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. They turned to look at him, and their eyes went wide.

He pointed at the man. "You two! Release him right now!"

"What do you think you're doing?" The southern one hissed angrily. "This is none of your business, kid! Go back to where you came from!"

His eyes flicked to the man, who seemed to be either knocked out or unresponsive, as he hadn't even twitched when Izuku shouted in his general direction.

"I don't care! He's being mistreated! I won't stand for it!"

The model (At least, Izuku assumed she was a model) whisper-hissed something at her comrade, who just scowled and shook his head. The two started arguing in hushed voices, as the man they dragged here was now beginning to stir.

When he did open his eyes, fear was clear in them immediately, probably thinking the glare Izuku was directing at his enemies was for him. He calmed after a moment, however. The pair seemed bugged but opted to leave without the man now that they'd been found by someone else. (Maybe that's what they were arguing about) They dropped the man harshly, although he didn't seem to be bothered by this at all. He seemed more bothered by the burn mark just below his chest, which, while small, seemed to be quite painful. It was hard for Izuku to gauge what the man was feeling, though, since he looked dead. Not just figuratively, but quite literally rotten and dead. It was strange, but Izuku decided not to question it, for that wouldn't help either of their situations. He instead walked up to the man, hoping to maybe initiate a conversation.

"Hey, um..." Izuku wasn't really sure what to say to him. He didn't know his name, for one.

The other was that he looked like he'd been through hell and back. He had a multitude of scars, both old and new, on his face and body. They were either dark purple, black, or was a hole, which revealed an empty vessel underneath. In fact, his entire complexion was purple, which struck Izuku as off. Any normal person, quirk or not, definitely was not supposed to be dead and purple.

"Are you alright?" Izuku decided to start with. Simple enough.

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine." (That comment definitely didn't pan out, but Izuku didn't know his life. Maybe this was normal.) Izuku noted a prominent British accent, one he hadn't noticed while the man was shouting angrily, which was odd, because he probably should have. Taking a closer look at him, the strange man was thin, mangy, and also lacked hair. His pupils were glowing, which also really was strange, and the whites of his eyes were now, instead, pitch black. It was somewhat unsettling, but Izuku tried not to think much of it.

"What was all that about?"

"Frankly, I dunno. One minute everything was normal and I was sitting at home, and the next those two were dragging me along to their 'boss'." He replied.

"I tried to get away, but it wasn't exactly easy. I kinda miss having muscles." He said this in a very nonchalant way, shrugging. Evidently, this man was missing vital body parts, who knows how many, and he was acting like it was completely fine.

"I... see," Izuku said, though he wasn't sure what else to say.

"So, what about you, kid? What's your name?"

"Izuku. Call me Deku, please." He stuck out a hand.

"Michael." The other shook his hand, and Izuku noted that he felt no bones in his hand, like it wasn't solid. It was strange, completely empty. "Uhm, do you know what's been going on lately?"

Michael did not reply immediately. "I dunno, something about some war? It didn't seem to pertain to me until I was dragged into a different world entirely, but feel free to explain."

"All I'm really sure of right now is that there is an Inter-Universal War going on right now, and I want it to end. Mostly because it's left my home a wreck, and I don't want that to happen to anybody else's."

Michael nodded in understanding.

"I can appreciate your feelings on the matter."

...

"How long have you been here?"

"Probably only a little over 2 hours."

Izuku had given Michael the choice to stick with him or go off on his own, and, not knowing what else to do, he agreed. Now they walked aimlessly as Izuku tried to explain a bit about what his world used to be like, and just make small talk. Izuku had decided the moment Michael agreed to tag along that he would not question his purple complexion or the lack of internal structure. It seemed like it might be rude, or bring back bad memories if he said the wrong thing, and he didn't want to cause that.

"I see."

They continued in silence for about an hour, before Michael spoke up again.

"I think I prefer this place over my home, truth be told."

Izuku was a little surprised that he would say something so out of nowhere. "Why?" He asked.

"I could go on for days about the terrible things that happened there." Michael sighed. "I don't particularly like dwelling on the past, so I tried to block it out. But here, it's all right. Even the atmosphere feels less oppressive, even if it's obviously still chaotic here."

Izuku frowned. "That's a pretty deep feeling to come up with so suddenly.

"I've had plenty of time to think, and this is the only conclusion I've come to."

...

The night took a long time to come, and Izuku still could find no portals, nor salvation in another world. He would have to wait another day. The pair sat down, and Izuku found himself falling asleep quite quickly...

It seemed like only seconds had passed when he felt something pulling him back to reality. He opened his eyes, and saw that the sky was beginning to turn pink.

"Get up." Michael whispered.

Izuku squinted, kind of annoyed. "Why?" He whispered back.

"I hear a large group of people coming, and I don't want to risk anything."

"Alright." Izuku nodded.

He stood up, as quietly as he could, and stretched, yawning. He was about to head off when he heard the sounds of many feet marching nearby. They were getting closer every second. He halted said stretching, and opted to climb up a tree. Michael made an attempt to hide, slipping behind a tree, but he was pretty easy to spot if one simply looked a little.

Izuku looked down at the group of men, as they marched by. His only question was why they were marching along together like this, and here of all things. They almost looked like soldiers, marching along with random weapons in hand. They were of varying species, although Izuku did not pay mind to this. When they passed and were far enough, Izuku leaped down and gestured for Michael to follow him as they tailed the group to see where they were going.

"What is this?" He hissed. They were headed towards a large open area. The group marched on, keeping pace, until they were they were the size of ants in distance. Izuku looked out to the open, treeless plains ahead. It took a minute to click in his mind, and he realized as Michael caught up what the plains were.

They were in the midst of a battlefield.

That's a wrap :D

[allegra-writes]

Trivia Night

Harrison Osterfield x Reader

General audiences

Warnings: None

Just a little drabble based on a dream I had. Blame it on @tomsrebeleyebrow she encourages the insanity. Such a bad influence, honestly *shakes head dissaprovingly* 😂💖

It was loud inside the pub, and your table was probably the loudest of all. Trivia was almost over and you knew your team at the very least had to be coming pretty fucking close to winning. The price wasn't much, just the tab, and that sum of money meant nothing to the people sitting with you, but the boys were very competitive. And to tell the truth, so where you after a couple of pints… and you had definitely had way more than that. 

It was the very first trivia night you had been invited to, and to be honest you had been a little nervous to meet with all of Harrison's closest friends at once. It had been unnecessary, since they had all been kind and welcoming, but you knew that if you helped them finally win first place, they were going to love you forever. And your boyfriend's mates approval meant a lot to you. For once in your life, the tons of useless knowledge and obscure sci-fi references you possessed might be able to actually help your love life. It was unheard of and it made you very excited.

"Ok, so last question" Sam read, voice slightly slurred, "'This fictional intelligence agency features heavily on the Marvel cinematic universe. What does its acronym stand for: a, Special Headquarters Investigating Enhanced Logistic Department; b, Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division; or c, Strategic Headquarters Investigating the Enforcement of Logistics Division?"

You watched Tom's alcohol reddened face drain of all it's color as everyone in your table looked expectantly at him. He cursed,

"I can't- I can't remember" He confessed, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, "I never… I always… I can never remember this!" 

"Come on, mate, are you serious?"

"You're joking. Please tell me you're messing with us!" Harry implored his older brother. Tom shrugged apologetically.

"I'm sorry!" 

A hail of paper balls rained down over his head, as both twins and your boyfriend threw their dirty napkins at him.

"You bloody twat! You're embarrassing us in front of the lady! If you make us look like losers tonight I swear-"

Your decidedly unladylike snort drew everyone's attention to you.

"Pluh-ase, I already know you guys are a bunch of losers! Get out of the way, and let 'the lady' show you how it's done…" 

You took the sheet from Sam's hands and confidently marked the right answer before returning it. 

"Are you absolutely sure?" He inquired, somehow skeptical.

You rolled your eyes, 

"Dude, of course I'm sure. It's like, nerd 101, S.H.I.E.L.D means Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division. Honestly," You added, pinning Tom with a look, "you are a disgrace to all nerd kind" 

A chorus of "oooh" resonated through the table. The boys had been teasing each other all night, but it was the first time you had dared to, and they seemed pleasantly impressed. The teasing and laughing continued as a waitress picked up the quiz answer sheets from the tables, and you arched a brow at the shamelessly flirty smile she gave Harrison.

"Incredible" Tom complained loudly, "Five blockbuster superhero movies. Five. And I am still invisible next to this guy!" He poked your boyfriend in the ribs. 

"Huh?" 

"He means the waitress, babe" You explained your clueless boyfriend, "She was making eyes at you. You really didn't notice?"

He shook his head,

"I was too busy looking at the prettiest girl in the bar" He said, eyes never leaving yours.

"Aweeeee" Three ironic voices intoned.

"Don't listen to them," You leaned in to capture Harrison's lips with yours, "You are so getting laid tonight"

You heard someone choke on his beer, as Sam's voice commented,

"Ok, now I feel sorry for us…" 

You broke the kiss, laughing. 

"Then behave yourselves, and I might introduce you to some of my friends" 

"Oh, no, don't do that, love!" Haz argued, "they are your friends! Why would you do such a thing to them?" 

"Oi!" 

"Fuck you, Osterfield!" 

"Hush, no, you two! They're about to announce the winner!" 

The racket inside the bar died down, as the little crowd patrons turn their eyes, expectantly, to the leader of the three people trivia committee. The music was turned down as he bellowed, 

"Ladies and gents and non binary mates, it is my pleasure to annunciate tonight's Trivia winner" He unfolded a piece of paper, pausing for dramatic effect as some people produced drum rolls by beating the top of the tables with their pens, "Table number eight, "The Mary Janes"!"

"YES!!"

"HELL, YEAH, I KNEW IT! I BLOODY KNEW IT!!" 

You gaped in confusion how your table mates jumped from their seats and yelled triumphantly. Tom pulled you up for a hug.

"Wait, what? Your team is called 'The Mary Janes'?" You scream in his ear to be heard above the ruckus

Tom shrugged as he released you,

"Zendaya named us, and who are we to argue?" 

That was a valid point, but you didn't have much time to ponder it, as Haz tugged on your arm with enough force to turn you around and crash you into his chest.

"We never won first place before," He wrapped one of his arms around your waist, his free hand coming to rest palm open against the side of your neck, thumb softly caressing your jaw, "this is all thanks to you"

Before you could answer, his lips were on yours again, and he was dipping you low, in a kiss worthy of any classic Hollywood movie, for all the pub to see. You could hear cheers and whistles, but it was hard to feel self conscious with his tongue borrowing its way between your teeth, claiming your mouth like his very own personal prize.

When he finally released you, your head was swimming. 

"Awe, come on! I want a celebration kiss too!" Tom's cheeky voice complained, a little closer than you were expecting, his alcohol smelling breath hot against your ear. 

It sobered you up like a cold water bucket. He was clearly drunk, and you had long ago learned he was just a natural flirt and didn't mean anything by it. But Harrison was a little bit of the possessive kind. Even the twins stopped clapping, sensing the sudden tension. 

Haz took a step towards his friend, placing his body between you and Tom. The whole pub seemed to freeze, anticipating your boyfriend's reaction. 

Haz met your eye over his shoulder, throwing a wink in your direction.

"Wha-"

Before Tom could react, two big hands were on either side of his face, holding him in place… as Harrison planted the sloppiest, loudest, most ridiculous kiss right on his horrorized best friend's mouth.

A beat passed, then two, until twin barks of laughter broke you out of your stupor, and you doubled over, cracking up as the entire pub went wild.

"How is that for a celebration kiss?"

Tom didn't answer, instead choosing to take his glass from the table and down the rest of his beer in one gulp, soon as your boyfriend let go of him, of course.

"Oh, come on now! Don't act as if that wasn't the best snog of your life!"

Tom turned his big, traumatized stare on you,

"That's the worst part: I think you might be right!"

Another fit of laughter cracked through your body, tears streaming down your cheeks, completely out of control. God, how you loved these silly London boys!

The end.

[gilmores-glorious-blog]

i wish that i knew what makes you think i'm so special

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more klaus/dave but this time it’s hurt/comfort bc i like to suffer :) title from love like you from steven universe

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The ghosts were worse at night. It was quiet, no sound but insects and birds and explosions in the distance. Klaus kept his eyes open and he saw the mangled corpses of soldiers and civilians crowding him from every angle; he closed his eyes and he saw his father, saw Ben’s death over and over, saw Dave dying every kind of horrible death imaginable. 

He decided the corpses were preferable to his own imagination.

But sometimes his exhaustion got the better of him. It had been three days since he’d last slept. Even when Dave fell asleep in his arms, when they snuck out to the jungle, Klaus didn’t dare to rest his eyes. God knows what would go wrong if they were both sleeping alone out there. So Dave had insisted they stay at the camp tonight, and that Klaus at least try to sleep. 

Klaus tried so hard not to give in. He had gotten quite used to the ghosts around here, and as long as he ignored the ones that were men he’d known, his soldier buddies that had died too early, he could manage them well enough. But fighting in a war was tiring, and Klaus had to admit that this cot was more comfortable than the jungle floor, and although he missed Dave’s arms, he could hear the man snoring quietly in the cot across from his, and he could feel his eyes closing…

dave’s hands cradled his face. it was nice. klaus leaned in to kiss him, but before he could, dave crumpled to the ground in front of him, blood streaming from his mouth. 

‘dave!’

through the blood, he tried to speak. tried to say goodbye to klaus.

‘you’re…’ 

klaus nodded at him frantically, encouraging him to talk. 

‘you’re my greatest disappointment, number 4.’ the blonde curls turned to gray hairs, and the body that had been lifeless a moment ago was now all too alive. his father’s hands were around his throat, choking him. 

he couldn’t breathe. couldn’t think. he needed dave.

klaus saw his siblings in the fading edges of his vision. they said nothing as reginald squeezed the life out of their brother. 

in his final moments of consciousness, klaus heard a voice that belonged either to ben or to dave.

‘better him than us.’

Klaus woke up screaming. He clutched at the blanket around him, trying to remember where he was. 

Dave was next to him in an instant. “Klaus!”

Klaus looked at Dave. Dave was here. Klaus was here. They were both alive. How?

“Hey, hey, take some deep breaths, ok? I’m here, you’re gonna be okay.” Dave moved his hand to Klaus’ back and rubbed it gently. 

Klaus heeded his instructions, and after a few shaky breaths, the heat of the Vietnam night air made its way into his lungs and he felt his brain start to work again.

“Dave.” He reached a trembling hand up to touch his boyfriend’s cheek. 

“Klaus, what happened?”

“Ah, nothing new. Just nightmares. Ghosts. The usual.” Klaus waved a dismissive hand. “Come ‘ere.” He pulled Dave up off from his spot kneeling on the ground and tugged him down onto the bed next to him. 

“Woah, hold on.” Dave stood up again. “You know we can’t do that here. Your screaming probably woke some others up, and they can’t see us.”

“Fuck that, I wanna kiss you.” Klaus grabbed at Dave. He knew somewhere in the back of his brain that Dave was right, but he was tired and scared and shaken from his dream and he needed to touch Dave. 

“Klaus.” Dave wrapped a hand around Klaus’ arm, knowing that Klaus was too weak to fight back anymore. “We can’t. Do you want to leave, though? I promise I’ll stay awake this time, and you can sleep in the jungle.”

As much as Klaus wanted to stay in the relative comfort of his bed, he wanted to hold Dave even more, so he stood tentatively. 

Dave threw on a shirt and wrapped his jacket around Klaus before heading out of the tent.

Neither of them spoke as they walked towards their spot- a small clearing surrounded by trees, far enough from camp and secluded enough that no one would find them- but as soon as they were away from other people, Dave took Klaus’ hand.

The moment they made it to their clearing, Klaus threw his hands around Dave’s neck and kissed him, hard. 

Dave reciprocated the kiss long enough for Klaus to send them both tumbling to the ground, but he pushed Klaus up a second later. 

“Wait.” He sat up, bringing Klaus with him. “Are you alright?”

Klaus blinked, confused. “Yeah!” He moved towards Dave again, but found Dave’s hand on his chest stopping him. 

“Klaus, your dream. Do you need to talk about it?” Dave moved to sit against a tree, and Klaus crawled after him, not wanting to stand.

“Oh right. That.” He laughed dryly. 

“I know you get nightmares a lot, and I’ve tried not to ask about them, but if that’s what keeping you awake, we need to do something about it.” 

Klaus said nothing, fiddling with Dave’s hand. 

“I used to get nightmares when I was little,” Dave continued. “And my ma always had me talk about them with her. I hated it, but it did help. To tell someone else what’s happening in the dream that scares you so much. Do you think you can talk to me?”

Klaus swallowed nervously. He really didn’t want to share his dreams, but Dave wanted him to, and he wanted whatever Dave wanted.

“You were there.” He starts. “You were there, and I tried to kiss you, but you died before I could.” Klaus felt Dave stiffen next to him, but he said nothing. “There was blood everywhere, and you were trying to tell me something, but before you could you turned into my father. He started choking me, and my siblings were all there watching, and the last thing I heard before I died was you or my brother saying it was better that it was me he killed and not the rest of you. Which is true, of course, so that’s the worst part.” Klaus blinked back tears as he stopped abruptly, finding it too hard to keep speaking.

“It’s not true.” Dave said immediately, taking both of Klaus’ hands. “It isn’t true. I would die a thousand times before I let you get hurt, and I would kill a hundred men if it saved you from a scratch.” 

Klaus looked at him, eyes glistening. “You’re such a sap.”

Dave smiled, kissing Klaus’ hand. “I am. But Klaus, you gotta understand, your dream was just that. A dream. I’m so sorry you have these nightmares, but they’re not real, Klaus. I’m alive. I’m right here. And your family isn’t. Your father can’t hurt you here. I’m gonna protect you. No matter what, I’m gonna protect you.” 

Klaus leaned forward and kissed Dave gently. “Thank you.” He whispered, touching their foreheads together. It was a nice moment, and Klaus knew he shouldn’t ask what he wanted to, but he had to know. 

“Why?”

“Hmm?” Dave was distracted, running his fingers through Klaus’ hair. 

“Why do you want to protect me? Why do you want to help me through this? It would be so much easier for you to just leave, like everyone else does.” It had been three months since Klaus and Dave got together, but Klaus still couldn’t believe that Dave actually wanted to be with him. Guess that’s what thirty years of abuse and abandonment issues does to a guy. 

“Klaus…” Dave had a sad look in his eyes. “I protect you because I care about you. I want to help you because you deserve help. And I’m never going to leave you, because you are an incredible person. Don’t- don’t say you aren’t because it’s not true. You are funny, and brilliant, and unique, and kind, and loving, and that makes you incredible. I know your past has taught you not to believe these things, but I need you to listen to me when I say them. I’m not lying, Klaus. I’d never lie to you.” Dave stopped talking for a moment and brushed his lips against Klaus’. 

“I love you, Klaus Hargreeves.”

Dave kissed Klaus again. “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life.”

Klaus thought Dave was crying, but he wasn’t sure. Klaus was definitely crying, though. Because somehow, despite every past relationship and every reason Klaus had to not trust Dave, he found himself believing his every word. 

Klaus moved so he was straddling Dave and kissed the top of his head.

“I love you, David Katz.” He held Dave’s head up so they made eye contact. “I didn’t think love was real before I met you. You’re the first person I’ve ever truly loved.”

Yeah, Dave was crying. Klaus lay his head down on Dave’s shoulder and cried along with him.

They sat like that for a while, neither one talking. What a strange sight that must have been. Two soldiers, beaten and bruised by the war raging on around them, clutching on to one another and weeping. 

Finally Klaus lifted his head from Dave’s shoulder and began to wipe away his tears. “This would be embarrassing if it were with anyone but you.” He laughed weakly.

Dave chuckled, rubbing at his own eyes. “Pretty good summary of what love is.”  

Klaus kissed Dave, and the salt of their tears mingled in his mouth, and it was the sweetest kiss Klaus had ever had. 

“Hey,” Dave broke the kiss after a minute. “You should try to get some sleep.”

Klaus didn’t argue this time. He shifted so he was laying his head on Dave’s lap, staring up at the night sky. Here in the clearing, a few stars were visible amidst the lingering smoke of explosions.

Klaus’ eyes closed and he felt Dave’s hand on his face, his fingers gently tracing Klaus’ eyes and nose and lips, before lingering in his hair.

Klaus didn’t fall asleep right away, he was too distracted listening to the sounds of the jungle and the sound of Dave’s heart and his breathing, distracted by the feel of Dave’s hands, one in Klaus’ hair and the other clasped in Klaus’ hands, distracted by the feel of Dave’s legs underneath him and his chest to the side of him. 

Right when Klaus had nearly drifted off, he heard Dave speak. It was quiet, so quiet that Klaus wasn’t sure if he’d imagined it. Dave must have thought Klaus was already asleep, meaning that he was speaking to himself and to no one at all.

“I love you Klaus. So much.” 

Love. Klaus let the word roll around in his tired brain. He’d always hated that word. He thought it was just a word people used to validate their abuse. A word people used as a lie to trick him into trusting them. A word people used to a sickening amount towards others, but never towards Klaus. 

But somehow, against all odds, lying there in the middle of an active warzone, in Vietnam, in 1968, someone was using that word towards Klaus. Not as a lie. Not to abuse. Simply because he meant it. Because he loved Klaus. 

And goddamnit, Klaus loved him too. 

[yokohamabeans]

Liar Liar V1: Chapter 1

With her hair spread and body limp upon the cushioned bench of a karaoke room, Saeri bore little difference to a drunk, subdued zombie. Especially with her glassy eyes that seemed to stare into indefinite oblivion. It also did not help that she had been feebly holding a microphone close to her lips and massacring lyrics off the television screen with listless abandon.

"Yoo ah orlways gunna be, my, lorve, itsuuuka—WHY?!" The speakers blasted a sudden screech and she shot up into a slumping, sitting position, crying into the amplifier, brows curved upwards and compressing the flesh above her lids. "Why, why, why didn't he give me a chance? Why?! TELL ME WHY?!"

No, it definitely did not help Sugiyama Hiroki at all.

The 20-year-old university student gave a tired sigh and pinched his nose bridge. It was a mistake to give his younger sister that glass of cocktail after all, even if she had practically screamed for him to order one with waterfalls down her cheeks, tearfully claiming that she was old enough to appreciate its rejuvenating qualities. Of course, being under-aged and never actually tasting one before, the moping girl transformed into a moping monster after downing the entire cup. And he was sure that the alcohol content wasn't even that high!

"What is so bad about me?! Huh?! I did everything for him! EVERYTHING!" He cringed for his ears when she continued interrogating the air with the mike. "I exercised, I studied, and even gave up ice-cream for him! How, just how could he just reject me like that? And no, he didn't only reject me, he even insulted me. He told me that I was undignified! Who the hell was giving up her dignity for you, you bastard? HUH?!"

He effortlessly dodged a flying pillow.

"Nii-chan, I've never felt so embarrassed, angry, and heartbroken in life before!" Saeri abruptly whipped to the tall, dark-haired man standing above her with his arms akimbo, her black eyes digging into his. "What do I do now? What can I do now?" She allowed her face to fall into the pillows before her, moaning depressingly into them.

Hiroki could not help but feel a little bad for her. From her texts and emails, she seemed pretty into the guy. She was lucky that his apartment was nearby the stadium, and was thus able to fetch her from there and drive the petrified girl to a karaoke box so that she could explain the entire story to him—complete with her very personal (and biased) commentary about the guy's actions—and perhaps cheer her up. Being the (sometimes unwilling) loving sibling he was, Hiroki would have allowed his Big Brother Instincts to go on hyper drive and clocked the little bastard who dared to hurt his beloved sister in the face... only if said little bastard wasn't the one son of their father's boss, and if Saeri was at least justified and not delusional in her feelings towards him. Although his heart did ache for the sopping mess before him, the rejection and intensity of the subsequent heartbreak was her own fault, really.

"Aye'f gawddeet." He heard a vague, muffled mumble, and she suddenly shot up with vivid signs of an epiphany on her face. The excited girl who clearly wasn't in the right mind then clambered up to stand on two feet on the lounge couch, clutching the microphone to her mouth to announce that she's "GOT IT!"

Hiroki felt his lips slack lopsidedly. "Hah?"

"I'm going to write a letter," she declared, "telling him how big of a chance he'd let slip by, and how much he's gonna regret it. And then, I'm going to tell everybody in this place how much of an asshole he is. Oh my God, I'm a freaking genius!"

"No, you're freaking crazy." The man gave up, deciding to allow her some alone time to cool off. "Whatever, I'm going to the gents."

"You don't think that I'll do it, do ya?!" Saeri challenged, holding the singing stick ever so closely and watching her brother's back disappear from the door. "I'll show it, I'll prove it to you! YOU HEAR ME?!"

With insane determination, she grabbed a large paper napkin provided by the staff, cleared a space on the table, and started writing with the marker pen they also gave, eyes wide in concentration and smile becoming increasingly deranged. It was a good thing that the napkin was of better and sturdier material, and thus did not tear under the force she was carving her words with.

And when she was done, Saeri folded her 'letter' with a satisfied huff and maneuvered her way out to the corridors of the karaoke box.

-

Kise Ryouta loved going to the karaoke box; it was his favourite pastime after all. Well, next to basketball, of course.

It was a Friday, they were already outside, and nobody complained of an extra amount of homework that needed the priority of time. Thus, the Small Forward of Kaijo High Basketball Club could not help but suggest (and coerce) his other teammates to visit the karaoke box the moment they stepped out of the stadium, having been spectators to several matches at a publicized event (though they were rather sore about not being invited to play). They agreed, and soon the Blue Elites found themselves occupying a room.

Being human (though of Godly appearance), even the model had to answer the call of Nature, and thus excused himself for about five minutes, promising to return in time for Hayakawa's rendition of a popular song. He did his business, took a tiny bit of time to fix his hair, and walked quickly, but casually back to his room, minding his own business when suddenly, in his path stood a girl.

She ducked her blushing head down in a bow, brandishing a notebook and pen. "P-Please, Kise-san, can I have an autograph?"

The idol blinked in mild surprise, but flashed a cheerful grin nonetheless, and accepted the stationery. "Of course! Your name is...?"

"Y-Yukiko!" The heat on her face was beyond control.

The amazingly handsome teen added the finishing strokes, and returned the book and pen with the same, bright smile. After much bowing and thanking and near-fainting, the girl left him with a giddy skip and disappeared down the corridor, and Kise made to continue his way, only to have another girl blocking his path once again.

"Oh, would you like an autograph too?" He offered a kind smile, but dropped it the moment she brazenly pointed a finger at him.

"You," she growled as though she had been searching for him all the while, the other hand on a hip. "I'm going to tell you about the world's biggest, greatest, jerkiest jerk, and the kind of shit that he does."

"E-Eh?" It was only then he realised that the pink tinge on her cheeks was due to an alcohol rush, not bashfulness, and he suddenly found himself roughly dragged by the collar to an unoccupied two-seater room. He was thrown unceremoniously onto a cushioned chair, and watched in complete shock and utter confusion as she took the opposite seat.

"Alright." She slammed a rather dirty napkin onto the table separating them. "What I'm going to tell you is on such a high level of asshole-try that you can't even beat it even if you murdered somebody and shot their dog at the same time, 'coz that's how I'm feeling now."

Kise glanced nervously at the girl and the door. This girl here was nuts, or maybe just really drunk (she's his age—not even legal!), and he really wanted to get out. No girl has ever said or did something like this to him before (aside from his mother and sisters), and her crazy words and actions were scaring him in the way that he did not know how to react, nor know what to say.

As he was contemplating his course of action, the girl abruptly broke down in tears, dropping the side of her face onto the table and wailing pitifully. "For months and months and months, I've been working hard, dieting hard, and studying hard so that I could be of a better match to him. But all it took was one second, and one sentence to destroy those months of efforts and turn them into dust!"

Golden orbs shot down to the sobbing girl, and softened upon seeing how distraught she was.

"Do you know how much I like him?" She lifted her head to meet his gaze, and threw her body back and arms apart, "I like him thiiiiiiiiiiiis much, you know?!"

Maybe he could calm her down with some sweet talking, and perhaps make his escape when she was subdued enough. The model flashed a smile worthy of his part-time profession, although he doubt that she could even see it considering how intently she was looking between her outstretched limbs. "W-Well, he must be a pretty awesome guy for a girl like you to like him"—he briefly glanced at the wide gap between her hands—"thaaaaaaat much."

The sudden expression of gratitude and giddy admiration on her face sent an ominous wave of foreboding to him. "Of course! Oh my God, I have to tell you everything," her brows tilted upwards and she clutched at her chestnut brown hair, whining, "but I don't know where to start!"

"U-Um, maybe you don't have to?"

"Nonsense." The girl then started breaking out into silly giggles and a story dating back to her kindergarten days, when she was stuck under a slide... because her friends caught the flu?!

The exit door has never felt so far away from Kise before.

-

Amidst snacking on complementary crackers, gulping down ordered drinks and trying their best to destroy the karaoke set, Kasamatsu Yukio had a nagging feeling that his team was forgetting something.

"Hey, how long has it been since Kise went to the toilet?" He turned to the person beside him, trying to get his question across with Hayakawa's fifth attempt at an English song, which sounded especially odd and laughable when 'love' and 'sorry' always came out as 'rove' and 'solly'.

"About twenty minutes? Don't worry. He probably ran into some of his fans." Moriyama replied with casual logic, then turned to the desperate idol-wannabe. "Stop hogging it!"

The captain saw the sense, shrugged off his slight anxiety, and helped himself to more drinks while trying to retain at least some hearing in his right ear.

-

Hiroki returned to an empty room with pillows, tissue papers, empty snack bags, and cups covering every visible inch of the floor, and immediately knew that he was going to suffer a headache.

You're so going to be the housemaid this weekend, he thought viciously as he bent over to pick up the various rubbish, you're so going to have a fun time washing my laundry.

He had left his house in Kyoto a year and a half ago to move back to Tokyo in order to pursue his higher education. Their family wasn't filthy rich, but were living comfortably enough to not worry about costs. With a part-time job at retailing, his scholarship money and a some support from his parents, he was able to rent an apartment in the city and pay for petrol fees (the car was a hand-me-down from his father, and he couldn't complain), and was thus living a pretty much cushy life. Well, excluding the toil of his studies, of course. His family would visit him once a month on a weekend, and his father sometimes twice as he often travelled to Tokyo for work (considering the frequency he came, Hiroki wondered why didn't they just move back here). Whenever they came, only his sister would stay at his apartment while their parents would book a hotel, presumably wanting their own privacy for... reasons he would not like to fathom.

As such, it wasn't odd for Mrs Sugiyama Nobuko to receive a call that Saeri would be setting camp in Tokyo for the weekend, provided that she gets back to Kyoto by Sunday evening.

Hiroki briefly wondered where his troublemaking sister had wandered off to, but any silver of worry was instantly extinguished when he saw a cola stain on the carpet, most likely from a shoved cup when she cleared the table to write her letter.

A vein throbbed violently in his left temple.

-

"Wait, so you're telling me that just because you guys were in the same kindergarten, coincidentally in the same high school, have affiliated fathers through something as impersonal as work, and maybe bumped into each other in school a few times, you're convinced that you two are a match made in heaven?" Kise could not help but gawk a little at the logic, made more incredulous when he added, "and you have never spoken to each other before, excluding the one line he said when you were kids and the rejection, and you don't even know what sort of guy he is?"

"Preeeeecisely." The girl nodded as though it made all the sense in the world, and then pointed challengingly at the model with narrowed eyes. "You think I'm wrong?!"

"..." He took a few moments to pull back his slackened jaw and then nodded with overenthusiastic agreement. "Nope. Nope, you are perfectly right. He's a jerk to not feel that way as well."

"I know, right?!"

Kise hadn't expected that he would stay to listen to her entire story, which was totally nonsensical and made less sense than Hayakawa speaking Eng(r)ish. From her account—the worst part of which was that it is most likely her genuine opinion—he could tell that she was either very delusional, or perhaps forced herself into thinking that she liked the guy (she amazingly did not mention his name, referring him as 'That Piece of Shit' or 'That Asshole') for whatever reasons. Although half the time he was simply nodding away and accommodating to her insane logic, it was a rather interesting encounter, and the girl a very funny person. Odd, but not weird.

"Anyway," she tilted her chin up from her elbows which she rested her face on to look at him, a goofy smile stretching her lips, "you're a rrrreeeeaaaalllyyyy nice guy, y'know? I mean, why would anybody take their time to listen to some stupid girl's rejection?"

Kise was about to burst out that she was the one who dragged him here, but decided against it and shrugged in false modesty.

"Since you're such a nice guy, come," she sat up with the biggest grin on her face and patted her chest with one hand, "let me order you a drink. My treat."

The basketballer raised his palms to settle her down, "no, no, it's fine, you don't have to!"

"Nonsense!" She returned the gesture, but forced her hand all the way until it nearly hit him in the face, and then took a deep breath and yelled, "WAAAAAAITER! GET ME A GLASS OF WAAAAATER!"

"We're not in a restaurant..." Kise sighed and felt his eye twitching.

He watched with his cheek on his knuckles as she remained still with a finger up in the air and her eyes squeezed shut as though a wave of headache had hit her, and pondered what she would be like as a sober person. Appearance-wise, he couldn't be sure with that messy mop of brown hair that covered her scarlet face, but she was a slim girl (through a great deal of dieting and exercise, according to her) and would seem to clean up pretty well. He noted that she was wearing the Rakuzan High uniform, and vaguely wondered if she knew the famous Akashi Seijuro. Speaking of famous, would she have recognised him from the idol magazines? Would she feel completely mortified that she had acted like this? What would she do?

As he was about to tell her that he had to leave, the room door slammed wide open with a deafening bang! and in its frame stood an older tall man with Hell on his face. He was good-looking, Kise noticed, but nearly shrinked back when the newcomer tore his way towards the girl with the ferocity of a barracuda. The model blinked as he watched the guy clamp a claw-like hand onto her neck, growling straight from his gutter, "you, you are so dead. I was out wondering where the hell you went when I heard a crazy voice asking for a waiter in a karaoke box, and I knew that it had to be you."

"Ah, Nii-chan, what are you doing he—EEEK!" She squealed and squirmed as he roughly yanked her up by her collar and dragged her towards the door. Before leaving, he gave an apologetic bow to a rather shell-shocked Kise. "I'm so sorry that you had to put up with my stupid sister's stupid nonsense."

"U-Uh, no, it's alright." The blonde gave an uncertain smile, and his golden eyes lingered as the man nodded a final time and shoved the struggling girl down the corridor.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey ,hey, hey, hey! Where are we going? HEY! I haven't said goodbye to that nice guy yet! HEEEEY!" Her voice slowly faded away, and Kise Ryota was suddenly left feeling very alone in the room.

His mouth dropped slightly as he recalled the happenings that had taken place, unsure of what to think or feel about it, when an innocuous, dirty-looking paper napkin caught his attention. Realising that the 'dirt' that stained it was actually ink in the form of Japanese characters, he picked it up and unfolded its creases, reading the passage on it.

Dearest Baka-shit (a crudely drawn picture of a retarded turd was beside),

How dare the lowly you dare to reject the Almighty Me? Is there anything wrong with this Almighty Me? Almighty I am pretty, smart, fun, awesome with a great body and an even better face and the best personality, and you rejected me just like that?! (various words were adorned with a bikini body, brains, and sparkles scratched out around them)

Almighty I will have lowly you know that I will be over you in about a day. And when you're going to regret ever rejecting me when I make it real big in the future, it's gonna be too late. Toooooooooo late! Too bad that I'll watch you from my pedestal like you're a piece of crap smaller than ants.

How do you live with yourself, you punk?!

Yours insincerely, and your only best chance in life,

Sugiyama Saeri.

(A devil-horned smiley face was signed below with a speech bubble declaring: "SMELL MY FART!")

P.S: But my Almighty self is forgiving. If you beg hard enough I might reconsider.

Kise was torn between laughing his heart out and crying for her dignity. After sniggering as he re-read the 'letter' a couple more times, he folded it and placed it in his pocket, deciding that it was a good keepsake for an encounter like that.

As it would be too troublesome to explain everything, he simply told his teammates when he finally returned that he had ran into a group of fans.

-

The Sugiyama siblings had left the karaoke box with deadly glares aimed at their retreating backs, presumably over the cola stains on the carpets.

Hiroki threw the now-catatonic girl into the passenger seat, sighing to himself and asking the Lord in the skies for a change of sister. As he drove towards his apartment complex, Saeri searched druggedly around her surroundings and herself.

"My rejection letter..." She mumbled gormlessly, and then suddenly shouted, nearly causing the driver beside to crash into another car, "MY REJECTION LETTER! THAT NOT-SO-NICE GUY STOLE IT!"

The university student entertained the thought of leaving her in the middle of the streets.

[ambivalent-anarchy]

Hurts So Bad... (Part 1)

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Introduction

Masterlist

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: For the first time, Peter Parker meets someone he has no idea how to save...

Warning: angst(obviously), mentions of suicide, depression, self-harm...

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Depression wasn't this crazy thing everyone made it out to be.

It didn't feel like you were endlessly falling. Or that there was this big secret inside of you that you just couldn't seem to find out.

It didn't feel like this desperate need to rid yourself from the world. You didn't feel like you were some terrible thing that no one should look at.

It didn't feel like wanting to cry every second of every day. Or being so filled up with sadness that you were about to overflow.

Instead, it felt like nothing.

Just that. Nothing. Empty. Listless.

Like a gigantic void that needed filling.

Sure, you smiled from time to time. Sometimes you even laughed. Like a functioning person.

But the second whatever caused you to smile was over, the void began bigger, and all of the things that once filled it quickly went from the top to falling in and disappearing and you were empty once again.

You couldn't pin it down to one exact reason. Sure you could blame your parents, but no matter how problematic they were you knew deep inside that they couldn't have been the soul reason. You could say school was causing your depression, but then again, how many times has that been said before?

The truth was, you didn't know. Maybe you were just... like this.

Your dad always told you there was no reason to be sad, as if you didn't know that.

That was the point, wasn't it? You were empty and you didn't know why and that was the problem but the second you told someone the problem they just told you that there was no reason to be empty and you already knew that and you just wanted to scream out "that's the fucking point."

But you couldn't.

So you didn't.

So eventually you stopped saying anything at all.

Because no one would really listen.

Suicide to you wasn't a need. It was a want.

It was not wanting to live with having to try every day to fill an unfillable void so the only thing you could possibly think of to end it would be ending it...

..And not being able to come up with a legitimate reason to try and stay.

And the self harm was for when the emptiness was just too much to take.

Peter was Spiderman when he met you.

Swinging on his webs, desperate to get home after an empty night of hardly any crime. He dashed over buildings, yawning after every other swing. "I need some sleep," he muttered as he finally reached his street.

Maybe it was fate. Maybe God or the universe wanted to stall you out. Or maybe Peter was just too tired to focus. But for whatever reason, Peter missed his house with one extra swing and hopped onto the apartment building beside his.

That was the one you lived in.

Quickly realizing his mistake, Peter chuckled. "I really need some sleep."

He stood on the edge of the building, preparing to jump to the next, when he heard a window open. Instinctively, he turned his head around to where the noise was coming from.

He watched as a girl climbed out of the open window, onto the fire escape staircase in front of her.

That girl was you.

You sat there, staring into the distance, your face expressionless.

Peter didn't know what kept him there, looking at him, but he did. You looked a little familiar but that was it. For some reason, he felt that he needed to be there. He needed to see you.

The universe needed him to see you lift up your sleeve and stare emotionlessly at the fresh cuts.

What you needed to make sure it was real. That the media said you needed to make sure you weren't faking it. Your shameful, painful grip to reality. Only you saw them though. They were the evidence that you hid.

But that night, Peter saw them. He saw them very clearly. "O-oh my God...," he gasped, unable to look away.

You blew them lightly, trying to ease the pain you felt. Your eyes trailed through each one, touching some and then wincing at the pain.

Peter stood helplessly, until he realized.. He was a superhero. He was supposed to help. He had to do something.

As silently as he could, he climbed down the stairs, closer to you. Where had he seen you before this?

When he was only one floor above you, he froze, as he saw a few tears trailing down your cheeks. He looked at his hands to see himself shaking. No, Spiderman couldn't do that. He was the hero. He couldn't be nervous about helping someone in need. 'Get it together, Pete...'

"A little too late to be out, don’t you think?," he said, deciding to not face the problem head-on.

Your eyes flicked to the side, but your body stayed still. You looked at the stranger with a dull expression. "Hello, Spiderman," you said softly, immediately pulling your sleeve up to cover your cuts. "There are no crimes here, as you can see..."

Quickly deciding against his previous decision, he cleared his throat. "Y'know.. that's a pretty nasty habit." That was all he could scrunch up. It probably wasn't the best thing to say, but he was already at a loss for words.

"Really? I hadn't noticed...," you said, though there wasn't a sarcastic drawl in your voice. It was as if you were in a listless trance.

Tears began to prick at his eyes. "I think-"

"I think you need to go look for crimes," you said, still staring straight ahead.

Peter sighed. "Look, I don't know you very much, but I'm sure someone loves-"

"What are you going to say next, Spiderman?," you asked, your eyes watering. "That suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem? That I'm going to hurt a lot of others while hurting myself?" You turned to look him dead in the eyes. "... that there are others out there that are going through worse?"

Oh how you hated that one.

Peter stared back. There was nothing he could actually say to come back at that. You continued, simply saying, "Thanks sir. But I've heard it all before..." He looked ahead, hopelessly thinking for some way to get ahead of this game. But as if he wasn't when there, you continued to speak.

"And they'd mourn, Spiderman. I'm sure they would.. but mourning ends after awhile." You breathed in. "-And I'm certain.. give it a year tops.. they'll remember me.. but no one still care about me... because I'd be gone."

He went to sit next to you. He didn't know what to say. "Um, do you wanna get some bandages for that?" He never fully looked at your face up close, respecting your privacy.

"I'm fine, thank you," you rushed out, just waiting for this to be over. "Thanks for your concern Spiderman but I- um, I'm fi-," you tried to say before your face scrunched up and tears began to fall. You couldn't stop it. You covered your face with your hands.

At least this was a new thing. At least now you felt something.

Peter jumped into action. He brought his arm over your shoulders. "It's okay," he said. "It's gonna be okay.."

At that, slowly through your tears, you started to smile. But it wasn't a real smile. It was a dark, bitter smile.

'It's gonna be okay' was something that you heard on a daily basis.

This Spiderman guy didn't know what you felt everyday. He hadn't known that you were on that staircase begging for the courage to jump off.

He didn't know that you were beyond help. That no amount of web-slinging, motivational quotes, or super strength would help you, or at least not for very long.

You didn't even hear the rest of the words that he said to you, or maybe he didn't say any. But it didn't matter.

You only knew that after a while, he somehow got you back through your window, into your room.

And that's when Peter realized, you went to his school. That's where he knew you from. When the light finally hit your face, he knew. Someone that he passed by in the halls every day was struggling. Someone needed saving.

And he had no idea.

-

You woke up that day feeling more tired than usual.

After sitting in your bed for a while, you stood and walked to your bathroom. The first thing you did was look into the mirror.

There were bags under your eyes. Massive bags under your eyes.

'Great.. that's what I get for crying so much last night.'

You washed your face and got dressed for the day. Then you realized.

'The razors..'

You couldn't remember whether or not you'd put them up, or thrown the dirty ones away for that matter.

'God, I'm an idiot.'

So right before school, you practically turned your entire room upside down in search for the box and the dirty razors beside them. You knew they were somewhere.

In the midst of your search, something caught your eye.

One of your sticky notes were on the window. You didn't remember putting a sticky note on the window..

You walked close. On it read:

You're right, miss. There's nothing I can say that hasn't already been said before. But I will say this. I'm involved now. It's my duty to save people in need of saving and that's exactly what I plan to do. I wasn't kidding when I said that it's going to be okay.

Your friend, Spiderman.

You must've read the note over a trillion times before you realized you were late for school.

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metanoia 4. | Hijack

PAIRING: Peter Parker x Superhero!Reader

SUMMARY: After the intense and insane day of Venice flooding again from that gigantic water monster, Y/N and Peter want things to go back to normal but Nick Fury has other plans...

WORD COUNT: 3528 words

WARNINGS: A singular swear word from Nick Fury 

a/n: hello everyone!! here is the next part of my series ‘metanoia’ and i hope you enjoy!!

[NOT MY GIF]

...

Inside Room 11 of Hotel de Matteis

...

from: F/N ✌️

HYDRO WHAT NOW?!  

                                                                                                                      ��   from: you

Hydro-Man. apparently he's a sailor who suddenly

got water powers from an experiment or smth.

from: F/N ✌️

science. always the cause.

just y/n/n, are you okay?

we saw it all on the news and that 'thing' and what it did...

from you:

i'm okay and safe. everyone is and thankfully,

not one got hurt.

are you alright?

from: F/N ✌️

it was just, a massive scare.

after the whole 'blip' and everything and now this?

we literally can't have a break! and there's no one to protect us!

from: you

yeah ik. everything's just been chaotic.

im certain things will change tho and will get better.

plus, we have each other and pretty sure Spidey and Saviour as well.

from: F/N ✌️

guess we do... thanks y/n/n

anyways, i suggest you call your mum back or text her.

she was in hysterics and was screaming at Harrington thru the phone.

was pretty funny ngl, well without the situation.

from: you

will do.

i gtg now sorry; Harrington wants us up and early.

ill get to mum in a bit and will tell you more i promise.

gn nub!

from: F/N ✌️

you better... > : )

gn geek! : P

Slumping against the door, you sink to the ground and drop your phone lazily into your lap. The moonlight shines into your face from your open window, the night's cool breeze drifts and ruffle the worn down curtains.

I just want a break.

Your mind wonders and races with flashbacks of today's events; the screaming and collapsing buildings, water rapidly running and wrecking the streets of Venice and Venetian's homes and everyone; it's only the first day of the Europe Trip and it's already a mess... typical luck.

A vibration from your lap surprises you as you jolt upward lightly. The screen illuminates with its bright light directly into your eyes with the message notification: 1 New Message.

from: UNKNOWN

We need your assistance Saviour.

Meet at these coordinates and go alone.

You have 10 minutes to arrive and no later.

Tell no one.

Examining the order of numbers, you pin point the exact location and clicked off your phone; the location was underneath a bridge for whatever reason and is only a 5 minute flight with the suit.

"Hey ARIS?"

"Good evening Ms. L/N, how may I assist you this evening?"  Your AI responds, blinking a tiny blue light from your bracelet.

"Nothing at the moment yet. How's your status?"

"My circuits have successfully mended and the suit and myself are in full operation. I apologise for the inconvenience earlier."

"Wasn't your fault ARIS. Anyways, apparently I have a few missed calls?"

"Indeed you do. I apologise for not alerting you; I was in Power Nap Protocol as requested. You have approximately 20 missed calls from Mum, 10 missed calls from Dad, 25 missed calls from Y/F/N and 5 from Pepper Potts."

"A-any voicemails?" Your voice quivers with a hint of fear.

"Every missed call contains a voicemail except the 5 calls from Pepper Potts. Shall I send anything to the following?"

"No thank you ARIS. I'll call Mum and Dad myself." You finish and switch ARIS off.

Grabbing your phone, you unlock it and stare again at the anonymous message and groan.

from: you

i'll be there in 20.

They can wait. First, I need to call Mum and Dad and then-

"That canal water today was filthy and full of dangerous bacteria." Mr. Dell's voice abruptly interrupted your thoughts.

Then a shower and THEN I go to the bridge or whatever it is.

Standing up onto your feet, you lean against the door and go into contacts and as your finger hovers over 'Mum ❤️', a slight sense of pain hits you as you stare intensely at the name 'Pepper Potts'.

Shrugging the feeling off, you press onto the contact name and place the ringing phone to your ear, bracing for her yells and screams of relief and anger.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

The sound of water rippling against the boat's motor is the only thing Peter can seem to hear; after wishing Y/N a goodnight, Ned had started bombarding Peter with questions about the 'Water Monster' and what he as Spider-Man was going to do.

Sure Peter still had an anxious and itching feeling about the monster but all he wanted to do was rehearse his speech of his declaration of love to Y/N and score the entire day with her in Paris.

But of course that was all ruined when Ned was shot by Nick Fury with a tranquilizer and told him about more bad guys possibly lurking around. What a great way to start a 'Spider-Man free vacation'.

With his suit on, Peter stood next to Fury and gripped onto its side; in front of him and Fury was an array of monitors which appeared to be measuring amounts of frequencies within the area.

"Stark left these for you." Fury perks up and nudges a box at Peter's direction.

Carefully and with caution, Peter takes the small, rectangular box into his hands and observes it; the outside had speckles of its beige brown paint chipped away from age. Peter gently lifted the lid and in front of him was none other than Tony Stark's famed glasses with his Stark Industries card placed beneath.

Peter stared at the glasses and felt a tinge of ache of grief but in it, a feeling of content rushed over it; Peter had Tony's glasses. Peter Parker was given the possession to multibillionare, genius, literal saviour of the Universe, the Iron Man and Tony Stark's iconic and ever expensive and high end tech glasses.

Brushing over the box lightly, Peter smiled sadly at them, remembering to all the times he had seen Tony wearing them; from on the news, front pages of magazines, wearing them when he was around and now, they no longer had that owner anymore; they didn't have Tony and neither did Peter. And neither did the world or Y/N.

"Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown." Fury quotes and turns to Peter and even though Peter's mask was shielding his face, the raised creases of his frowned face of confusion were evidently clear as he snapped from his trance. "Stark said you wouldn't get that because it's not a Star Wars reference." A dry laugh escapes Fury's lips as he turns back away from Peter and concentrates on the boat.

"Kid if you peep one more Star Wars reference today I'm going to take your suit."

"But it's May 4th Mr Stark!"

"I do not care; right now you're in my house and there will be no Star Wars references."

Peter huffed out in irritation as he continued to focus on readjusting his webshooters on his suit.

Tony let out a chuckle at Peter's demeanor and how this kid basically came dressed as Han Solo just for this one day of the year; the commitment was real and even though Tony would never tell anyone, he loved seeing Peter passionate about the things he loves.

Working in the lab was one of Peter's favourite past times; spending quality time with Tony, tinkering with his suit and just talking was something Peter loved about the Tower; it was his second home to him.

A knock from the door caused Tony and Peter to look up.

"Ms. L/N requests to enter." FRIDAY notifies.

"Grant access." Tony permits.

The doors of the lab open to Y/N holding steaming bowls of something that smelt amazing which wafted in.

"Brought you geeks some sustenance before I head home." Y/N waltzed in and placed the two bowls next to the both of them. Y/N saw something was different about Peter; not his hair or general appearance just his clothing but the closer Y/N looked at the details in his outfit, a name popped into her head.

"Peter are you Hans Solo?"

Tony bursted into laughter as Peter hid his face to hide his red cheeks. "F-For May 4th?"

"Guess that makes me Leia?"  Y/N poked her space buns in her hair. "I wanted to wear space buns to get my hair out my face and didn't even check the date, coincidences man." Y/N giggled at the convenience.

"But Tony in all honesty, don't you think Fury looks a bit like that guy from Star Wars... what's his name-"

"Mace Windu?"

"YEAH HIM PETER!"

"...I don't remember what he looks like... FRIDAY, can you get a photo of Mace Windu?"

Observing the photo displayed in front of him, Tony wiped the hologram away and looked as if he was in deep thought.

"...Well yeah he does-"

"Incoming call: Nick Fury." FRIDAY chimed and that was when the 3 of them lost it.

God I miss him and Y/N...

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

"Lose the mask, everyone here has seen you without it. You don't wanna be fanning around and breathing through a spandex mask for no good reason."

Trailing behind Nick Fury, stops for a brief second and takes his mask off and as he alters his senses to his surroundings, Peter is met with sight of SHIELD agents, alongside with their small set up with crates all around the joint with weapons and technology lying around as it were nothing.

By hearing Fury's footsteps echoing through the underground base, the SHIELD agents turn to face him and Peter with stoic and intimidating faces.

"Over there we have Maria Hill." Fury points to a woman with light brown hair tied into a ponytail who was busy on a computer, looked up for a split second at Peter to acknowledge his existence before getting back to work.

"That, is Dmitri." Fury gestures to a man wearing a leather jacket, seated on top of a crate as he quietly loaded his rifle.

"And this, is Mr. Beck."

As Nick Fury stepped to the side, Peter abruptly slowed to a complete stop as he gazed at the familiar figure and outfit in front of him.

"Mysterio?"

"What?" The man questioned at what Peter said.

"Doesn't matter- it's just what my friends are calling you." Peter stuttered.

"Well," As 'Mysterio' began to approach Peter, 'Mysterio' extended his hand to Peter, indicating to shake his hand.

Peter got the message as he started walking and the two met and shook the other's hand.

"You can call me Quentin." Quentin revealed his name as the two greeted one another.

"You handled yourself well out there today," Quentin implied to the earlier events of the day, "I saw what you did with the tower. We could use someone like you on my world." Quentin shrugged away from Peter.

"T-thanks... wait I'm sorry- your world?"

"He's from Earth, just not from ours." A voice answers from behind him.

Following the voice, Peter jumps by being startled and whips his head around quickly; walking from the entrance and to everyone else is none other than-

"You're late Saviour." Fury visibly annoyed and unimpressed exhales out.

"As my good friend Albert said, time is relative my friend." Saviour sasses back and skips straight past Fury's daggering eyes.

"S-Saviour?! W-what are you doing h-here? Oh god, now you know what I look like-"

"I've known for a while Parker and besides, you're not the only superhero SHIELD wants their hands on; Fury contacted me a while back after... Tony. And don't worry, New York is under control without me there." Saviour teases and strolls next to Beck, leans against the desk with arms crossed.

"There a multiple realities Peter; this is Earth Dimension- 616 and I'm from Earth Dimension- 833." Quentin further evaluates.

"I'm sorry, you're saying there's a multiverse?" Peter jogs up to Beck and Saviour, full of awe and amazement from his discovery. "Because I just thought that was theoretical and that changes everything and how we understand the initial singularity, we're talking about an eternal inflation system and how does that even work with all the quantum because it's insane-" Peter's rambling falters as he sees Nick, Maria and Dmitri looking at him funny.

"S-sorry, it's just really cool-"

"Don't ever apologise for being the smartest person in the room." Quentin encourages and sends a soft smile to Peter.

"Anyway Beck, wanna fill in Spidey and myself about whatever the hell that was today?"  Saviour perks up.

A diagram of a black hole suddenly emerged as everyone gathered around.

"They were born in stable orbits within black holes, these creatures formed from the primary elements: air, water, fire, earth."

As Quentin talked, the hologram changed alongside with what he was explaining, showing images of the creatures and their general appearance.

"The Science division had a- technical name, we just called them, Elementals."

"Versions of them exist throughout our mythologies." Maria Hill speaks up as the Elemental hologram changes into their mythology forms.

"Turns out the myths are real-"

"Like Thor," Peter interrupts Quentin as he pays close attention to the presentation, "Thor was a myth and now I study him in my physics class."

"These myths, are threats." Fury clarifies as he walks away from the scene as once more it changes into an image of Earth.

"They first materialized on my Earth many years ago. We mobilized and fought them but with each battle they grew and got stronger. I was apart of the last battalion that tried to stop them. All we did was prevent the inevitable."

"And now they're here and attacking the same coordinates; our satellites confirm it." Maria adds.

"You both can thank Beck for destroying the other 3; there's only 1 left: Fire."

"The strongest one of all... the one that destroyed my Earth. It's the one that took my family." Quentin mutters as the apparition of Earth is now scorned and tarnished in red. The red light reflects Quentin's face full of guilt and remorse, twiddling around his wedding ring on his finger.

"I'm sorry..." Peter murmurs.

"So where's this fire Elemental? Do we even know where it likely is?" Saviour bluntly asks.

"It'll be in Prague in approximately 48 hours." Maria responds.

"We have one mission: kill it and the both of you are coming with us." Fury demands.

Peter's face falls as he faces Maria in disbelief and asks a second time if she said Prague.

Saviour's posture lifts as the struggle and anxiety surfaces Peter as the colour from his face vanishes.

"Listen Fury this all seems like big time, like huge superhero kinda stuff and... and I mean, I'm just a friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man sir."

"Bitch please, you've been to space!"

"I know but that was by accident, sir come on, I've seen Saviour in action many times and I'll admit is probably better than me for this but there's gotta be someone else you can use." Peter protests and moves closer to Fury, "What about Thor?"

"Off world."

"Okay um, Doctor Strange."

"Unavailable." Maria pipes in.

"Captain Marvel!"

"Don't invoke her name." Fury shakes his head slightly.

"I really wanna help I do but if my Aunt finds out I left my class trip, she's gonna kill me and if I'm seen like this in Europe after the Washington Monument, my whole class will figure out who I am and then the whole world will figure out who I am... and then I'm done."

"Fury if it helps," Saviour steps up and walks next to Peter, "I'm pretty sure I can manage without Parker swinging by my side."

"Okay." Fury blankly answers, scaring Peter and Saviour a tiny bit from the lack of expression, "I understand."

Taken back by his approval, Peter and Saviour share a look with one another before going back to Fury.

"I'm sorry, what?" Peter with doubt inquires.

"Why don't you get back before your teacher's miss you and it becomes suspicious. Dmitri, why don't you take him back to the hotel."

"Thank you Mr. Fury and thank you Saviour." Peter sends a soft smile to Saviour and places a hand on the suits left hand shoulder. "I believe in you and good luck." Peter whispers only to Saviour before wishing everyone else out loud good luck.

"See ya kid." Quentin farewells Peter and watches him and Dmitri exit out.

"You really let him go Fury? No strings attached?" Saviour scoffs in astonishment by Peter's success to get himself out of SHIELD business.

Fury stands up and moves to Saviour with a stern look on his face.

"Of course not."

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Bzzzz...

Bzzzz...

Bzzzz...

Groaning from your exhaustion, you roll over and press on your phone's screen multiple times in attempt to hit the snooze button.

Last night had been a rollercoaster: Peter and Mysterio are working with SHIELD with you, Fury made you stay back extra late to run through diagnostics which gave you around 4 hours sleep tops and the jetlag wasn't helping your situation at all.

Sitting up in bed, you try to stretch out your tiredness and peer to see MJ reading a book in one hand and a mug within the other, sitting on her bed with her black converses draped to the side.

Greeting MJ a 'good morning', you lift yourself up from the safety and warmth of the bed covers and slipped into the bathroom and changed for the day: rocking a pair of navy blue jeans and grey t-shirt for a casual but yet stylish look and throwing a little something over the top.

MJ mentioned there was breakfast downstairs (breakfast being cereal), you quickly did your hair and retreated down to grab a bite and sat next to Yasmin and Zoha and afterwards, heading upstairs to brush teeth and pack.

You and MJ both gave each other a hand carrying luggage down and delivering it outside.

"Oh I forgot my backpack I'll be back." You call behind as you jog back up to your room.

Rushing quickly into the room, you sweep up your backpack and stuff your phone charger inside and as you whirl around, you collide into something and hear a bang.

"I- Peter?"

"H-Hey Y/N! Sorry I was hanging up a call with Aunt May and I-"

"Pete it's fine you dork." You can't help but giggle at how flustered he is.

Peter's cheeks glow faintly pink as he shyly smiles.

"I got yelled at by my Mum and Dad for not answering the phone and I'm 98% sure I'm grounded when I get back home."

"Oh that's not good..."

"Guess not but eh, stuff happens. How are you though Peter? Feels like I haven't talked to you in a while."

"Y-Yeah... I'm good. You?"

"Yeah guess I'm alright. I'm really excited for Paris today though."

"Favourite destination?"

"Hell yeah! It's gonna be great but we gotta haul our stuff or Harrington will lose his mind." You joke.

"Oh yeah! That's why I was heading down." Peter swings his suitcase in front of him with a sly beam.

Too cute.

You and Peter talked for a far while before actually going back down the stairs and outside to everyone else.

"I'm going to get you a Vitamin C pill, you cannot get sick okay babe?" You hear Betty's distant voice as you and Peter round the door.

As you're about to walk out the door, Peter tugs your sleeve before you hit the outside and perplexed as you are, you pivot to look at him, giving him your attention.

"Before we go, I was just wondering if you wanted to um, sit next to me on whatever we're transporting on?" Peter fumbles and averts his eyes to the ground.

"Of course! I'll save you a seat Pete." You playfully punch his arm.

Peter rubs the back of his neck and lets out a laugh of relief.

You both walk out and see Betty frantically trying to receive a Vitamin C pill.

"I better go help her before she explodes." You suggest and inform Peter.

"Y-Yeah. See you later?"

"See you later!" You wave and leave Peter and Ned alone.

Peter watches Y/N tap Betty on the shoulder as Betty freaks out over the situation and remembers of why Ned is feeling 'sick'.

"Hey man, are you sure you're good?"

"Dude! I'm fine! Okay don't worry! Seriously, getting tranqed in the neck by Nick Fury, probably the coolest thing to happen to me anyway."

"It is pretty cool." Peter admits as the both perform their handshake. "I'm just glad we don't have to go to Prague-"

"Good news: we're going to Prague!" Mr. Harrington announces with a wide grin plastered on his face.

Everyone buzzes around 'whats' and 'huhs' as everyone glances around.

"Tour company called and upgraded us. Should've heard I gave them hell now come on!" Harrington begins to march as everyone scrambles for their belongings.

"Check out our upgraded ride!" Harrington chirps as the class sees a black bus with a man holding a sign saying 'Midtown High'.

Peter immediately recognizes the guy to be Dmitri from last night and gulps down his irateness.

"I think Nick Fury just hijacked our summer vacation."

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