#idefk what happened here

[k4marina]

bruce wayne x fem!reader || smau

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pt. 2

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brucewayne

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brucewayne another successful charity gala.🥂

📍wayne mannor

harveydent another unforgettable night!

brucewayne that’s what i do best

racheldawes thanks for the invite bruce

brucewayne always 🩶

user001 i love rachel x bruce interactions 😭😭

user002 rachel’s with harvey. her and bruce have been friends since they were kids.

user003 i wish i could go to one of these galas and meet bruce and we would fall in love and get married (i’m delulu) 😭

user004 girlll ur so real for this (i’m also delulu) 😭😭

user005 y’all bffr bruce will never go out with any of us 😀

user006 yeah but a girl could dream 🙈 (i need to be locked up in arkham)

posted 04/20/2023

yourusername

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yourusername livin’ the life 😎

yourbff girl how tf did you get in there 😭

yourusername bitch idefk 😭😭

user007 wait this room looks familiar 🤔

user008 yea isn’t this bruce wayne’s gala room?

user009 what’s the big deal?

user007 it’s just weird how someone with zero ties to gothams elite was able to get into bruce wayne gala

posted 04/20/2023

brucewyane

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brucewayne back to work

📍 wayne tower, gotham city

user010 his handsss 🧎‍♀️

user011 love the new necklace 😍😍

user012 ur so real for this bestie

user013 everybody talking about his hands but i’m looking at this man’s back

user014 plsss lemme claw it

posted 04/30/2023

yourusername

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yourusername first time at the opera (am i doing this right?)

yourbff okayyyy i see you 😩

yourusername luv u!! 🫶🫶🫶

user015 ayoo bruce in the likes ?? 😀

user016 bruce, bby wyd here 🤔

user017 omg where did u get that dress??

yourusername xxxx.com :)

posted 05/15/2023

brucewayne

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brucewayne there’s a first time for everything 🤷‍♂️

racheldawes what happened to going back to work? 🤨

brucewayne shush, i’m allowed to have a break

user018 😀

user019 is this what i think it is???

user020 wait waits going on?? what did i miss??

user021 ppl r thinking that bruce and this one girl r together 😭

user022 wait what 😭

user020 wait what girl??

user022 her yourusername. she was at bruce’s gala last week and now they’re at the same opera

user023 surly it’s just a coincidence 😭 (i’m delusional asf)

user024 i wish but the captions match 😭😭

posted 05/15/2023

brucewayne

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brucewayne thank you monaco

📍monaco

racheldawes is this the “break” you were talking abt?

brucewayne yes :)

harveydent please tell me you’ll be back for our meeting

brucewayne 🤷‍♂️

user025 WHAAT

user026 babeeee i told you not to post me 😻😻

user027 girl that’s my man’s 😐

user028 WRONG that’s none of our man’s anymore 😭😭😭

posted 06/29/2023

yourusername

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yourusername i 🫶 monaco

yourbff you need to bring me next time you go !!

yourusername ofcofc babes 😩🫶

user029 how does it feel living my life 😭😭

user030 just stop teasing us and post him 😭😭😭😭

user031 i don’t see it. why would bruce be into you?

yourbff um no.1 she’s hot asf no.2 she’s smart and no.3 what makes u think he’d want u 💀💀

user032 LMFAO 😭😭

user033 i need a bestie who’d defend me like this 😭😭

posted 06/29/2023

tmz

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tmz billionaire bruce wayne spotted with rumored girlfriend, y/n l/n, in monaco this last week.

according to inside information, the two met at wayne’s latest charity gala where they were introduced by the head of gotham university’s bioengineering department. y/n l/n was brought as a guest of the head of department and is studying for her phd in bioengineering. she also has a masters in biotechnology.

apparently, the conversation was first about finding new ways to turn waste products into a more sustainable energy source as wayne had shown interest in this topic a while back however, the conversation quickly turned more flirtatious and number were exchanged.

in may, almost a month after the gala, bruce and y/n were together at gotham city opera house. though, they weren’t physically seen together however, they were in the same opera room and their captions were almost identical to each other.

now, almost a month later, they’re seen together in manaco. could this be the start of a new romance?

let us know in the comments.

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posted 06/30/2023

brucewayne

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brucewayne my girl 🤍

tagged yourusername

yourusername muahhhhh

yourusername ily 🫶🫶🫶

brucewayne i love you too 🫶

racheldawes i told you you’d like her

brucewayne yea yea 😒 (i’m joking, thank you rachel)

harveydent let’s go on a double date??

yourusername yesssss

user034 i’m 😭 so 😭 happy 😭 for 😭 you

user035 she’s literally living the y/n life and i can’t blame her 😭🫶🫶

user036 god, i’ve seen what you’ve don’t for other people 🛐

user037 onggg 😭🙏

posted 07/03/2023

yourusername

liked by brucewayne and 19,395,284 others

yourusername my man my man 😻😻

tagged brucewayne

brucewayne love you too sweetheart 🤍

brucewayne i thought you said you weren’t going to post that third picture 🤔

yourusername srry babes, i had too. you look to cute 🫶🫶

yourbff rue, when was this? 🤨

yourusername 😶

yourbff your still mine

yourusername ofcofc always 😩

brucewayne um 😐

youbff i said what i said 😤

user038 she did it she’s living the life 😭

user039 how does it feel living my dream life 😫

posted 07/03/2023

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wanted to try smt new and i’ve been on my bruce wayne love train for a hot minute. i’m literally in love with this man someone help me 😭😭😭

anyways the next chapter of heart of the dragon is coming soon. lmk if y’all want a pt. 2 or more bruce wayne fics :)

[fiyaerrigan]

re: BuckTommy 8x06 and the Interviews

First point: I hesitate to say Oliver's response was biphobic

We don't know the man??? He could literally be bisexual (and guess what, it would be none of our damn business!) But within the context of "he has said he wanted change for his character and what he says in this recent interview directly contradicts that" I do have my gripes.

Second point: To me, the execution of this sucked.

Normally (as a resident Messy Bitch who likes seeing shit in her Complicated Fucked Up Life reflected in media) I live for drama and I live for narratives taking me wherever the wind takes them! but there was something so BLUNT and RAW about this that i cannot feel settled or satisfied with it (esp taking into account that, as noted before, this is a direct contradiction of what people IN the show have said they wanted for Buck) because it was SUCH a tonal shift from where they left off the previous episode.

I try to be gracious and remind myself that network TV has to deal with sudden changes that affect the way they go forward with planned storylines, but this was kinda ass, right down to the wire.

Assuming that it WASN'T a sudden change and that this *was* how they wanted everything to wrap up, I feel like it really could have been written with more consideration. It's one thing to pick up from where s7 left off and have their relationship in s8 be something along the lines of “we keep trying but it isnt working out” and then culminate in a breakup, but it's another entirely to break them up and...

Have Tommy's character interactions *still* be intertwined with Eddie (when it would have been more of a soft exit thing to treat Eddie's friendship in the same "implied presence" way they do with Hen and Chim rather than giving them scenes where Tommy and Eddie interact directly) as recently as the previous episode. Like at that point you've established an additional relationship for the guest character to have with the main cast, and given that relationship more recent screentime than any of his previous friendships, which THEN makes his departure have multiple fallouts to address

Have Buck be on the verge of a momentous confession when said breakup happens, because GOD that just hurts

From a writing perspective, you're leaving loose ends that are (imo) not going to really lead viewers to sit well with the story going forward?

On a personal level, even if (by some miracle) we still end up with Buck in a queer relationship despite the looming storm for LGBT media in the US, I'm probably not gonna be able to look at whatever relationship happens after this without feeling some sort of sting. I'm all for writers planning out stuff to happen in advance, but they could have spelled out the end for Buck and Tommy in SO MANY ways that would have been less bitter.

Like, fuck. Even if it WAS a sudden change, there are ways that this COULD have worked decently even *with* a single episode to wrap up the BT relationship.

You could have Put Tommy On A Bus for [insert serious reason that Buck can't argue with] here and that (at the very least) would soften the blow bc at least the loose ends are explained by "oh, *no one* who's close with this character is able to interact with them" and that would have hurt slightly less?

You could have killed Tommy off and that would have been INFINITELY better than this IMO because at least sudden death seems more realistic an ending (as far as the weewooverse is concerned) compared to "these two characters break up but somehow we're supposed to forget that he's also friends w his ex's bff and there are Ramifications (tm)."

Hell, I'm not big on Buddie but it could have brought Eddie and Buck closer via grief bonding, if that's what the writers wanted? idefk.

Overall, this Sucks.

I'm gonna try to stop looking at my weewoo tags for the time being and focus on stuff that brings me joy (like content from old fandoms where I Haven't Been Hurt Yet lol) and spend some time away from the show for a bit.

Honestly, for me, s8's main sticking points were the BT relationship and whatever the fuck those two had going on with Eddie. My personal sticking points for the entire series (found family vs. blood family juxtaposition, breaking the cycle, and group hijinks) don't seem to be the focus in s8 thus far so I'm not too keen on watching the show as intensely as I have been, going forward. Hit me up if they bring Chris back or if the 8x06 interviews are smoke and mirrors (though I don't think they are) but otherwise I'm gonna go back to weewoo-ing through dashboard osmosis.

I still have BT and weewoo plotbunnies in my drafts, and I don't see myself abandoning those completely! I think, after some time, I see myself coming back to that creative space, even if I'm not following canon super closely. Of course, my ass never finishes anything, so whether I finish and post those WIPS is another thing entirely.

Peace out, friends?

[tonixe]

Playing basketball with the spider characters

n.o.t.e.s - I don't even know at this point 💀

w.a.r.n - crackfic, idefk, this before miles got hunted down by grown adults and children. Not proofread because it's 3 am, and I just listen to pinktape 💣.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - various!spider-verse characters x reader

w.c. - 1.4k

It all started with a simple game of basketball on the court of the Spiderman HQ, practicing some passes with miles, as he looked a Gwen, accidentally getting slammed in the face with the basketball.

"Oh shit, sorry miles!" you piqued, as you put your hand on the side of your head, bending over to help him up from the ground.

"Shouldn't have been staring at Gwen for too long" you snickered, while you grabbed the basketball from the ground.

"Yeah, yeah" Miles groaned, rubbing the place he got hit, "Now, let's play some basketball, gotta get your head cleared" You threw him the ball with some force, placing your foot on the court before he bounce the ball on the court.

"Come on, miles. Your knew the guy, people said you were good and tough" you teased, "I wonder if you got weaker," you said.

"Yeah, yeah get into the game," Miles said back before he dribbled the ball before you chased by the court, swiping the ball from him and shooting a 3-pointer, as Miles fails to smack the ball away from you.

"You said you gotta better Miles, what happened" you laughed, before dribbling the game, swerving your body away from Miles intercepting the ball from you, just to score on him again.

"That was just round 1," Miles said, before stretching his arms, before he looked at Gwen.

Gwen just looked at Miles, shaking her head with a laugh

"Better not lose, your girlfriend here" you said.

"SHE NOT MY GIRLFRIEND, yet" yelled out, mumbled the last part.

"Yea sure" you spat.

Before you knew it you manage to make the score 18 to 7.

"Come on, miles, why are you so tired" you teased, as you looked at his tired hunch back form, "Just give me a minute" he wheezese.

"Been 2" you said, before bouncing the ball around him. As you looked at his form running to sidelines as Gwen gave him water to drink.

"Come miles, where was all the talk" You gave him a smug grin, as he chugged down the water.

Before you turn around to see Hobie and Pavitr walked into to see the noise, as you bounced the ball onto the ground mocking Miles.

He glared back at you, "Oh, Hey Hobie, hey pavitr! Wanna join the game" you exclaimed. Pavitr immediately said no, knowing he gets crushed by you. It was infamous that you know to get a little competitive when you play any type of sport or do a challenge with anyone.

"No thanks Y/N, just trying to see what was happening" Hobie took his hand out of his pockets, walking towards you.

"What happened to Miles" he questioned you, knowing what probably happen.

"He challenge me to baseball, so I did" You gave me a cheeky smile.

"Oh, I see. Well, Miles, it was good to know you" Hobie came up to him a pat his back, putting his hand into his pocket as he sat next to Pavitr.

"Come on miles, time is ticking," you said before Miles walked into the court. Not some long, you scored on him more and more. And the loud noise of the buzzer got more of the attention of the Spiderman variants, walking into the court, as miles scored against you, soon more and more people came crowding near the court.

"Oh man, this is rare" Peter walked into the court with Mayday, as Mayday got out of her sling. Crawling to Hobie, as hobie place her into his lap.

As he sat down, "Miles you better win this" he shouted out.

Earning looks from miles.

"Come on Y/N, where was all the smoke," he said, with a smug smile.

"Don't get too cocky, morales" You seethe, catching the game he three at you, before dribbling and scoring it in.

The whole court seemed to get crowded as people started betting on who was going to win. Hobie started to sell tickets to get inside to see the game. The whole crowd was getting loud.

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Miguel walked down the hallways of the HQ, "Where is everyone" Miguel hissed out, as Lyla's hologram figure spawned.

"It seems like they're at the basketball court" Lyla responded by checking the loading of some screen panels, "Seems like it's almost to max capacity".

"What are they even doing there," Miguel said looking at Lyla, "Their game is being held there" she utter out.

"Between who?" he turned around to Lyla's hologram form, "Miles and Y/N," she said with excitement, "Oh that's gonna be fun".

"Well, can you call everyone back to get to work, there whole multiverse worth dealing with" Miguel said before looking at lyla's missing form, she was long gone.

"Oh for god sake" Miguel cursed, walking towards the court.

..

"Hobie, what are you even doing" Miguel crossed his arms, "Selling tickets boss," Hobie said while leaning on his chair, doing a salute at him.

"Besides wouldn't you not want to watch game, Y/N is absolutely crashing miles, it game you can't skip mate" he beckoned, Miguel raised his eyebrows at him, cocking them.

"You can get in for free, since your a big boss," Hobie said, "besides Y/N playing," Hobie said, looking straight into Miguel's blank stare, "What is that supposed do with me?"

"Just get in there" Hobie pointed at the doors, as Miguel shrugged getting into the packets room, seeing you stealing the ball from Miles.

Before he started pushing some variant out of his way before making his way into the court, interrupting the game before you and Miles stopped. "What the heck, Miguel" you exclaimed, pointing a him.

The whole court was silent, as Miguel turned around.

"Are you guys serious, you guys are all here while there a whole multiverse in danger?!" Miguel yelled out, earning some mutters from the crowd.

You placed your hand on your hips as you held the basketball in your other hand.

"Miguel do you ever shut up" you snapped at him, Miles immediately side-eyed you, as Miguel looked at you with a glare, "Excuse me"

"Your excused" You smiled at him, cocking your head to the side.

As Miguel hissed at you, "What if I make you a deal" you proposed, Miguel cocked his eyebrow at you listening, "Play a round of basketball with me, if I win nobody here has to listen to you for a week if you win, then everyone has to obey your command and ill even listen to you" you listed the bet.

"Sure" Miguel agreed.

"Miles, off the court," you proclaimed, "Hey!" he exclaimed.

"Off the court" you repeated to him again, taking a glance at him, as you bounce the ball onto the ground. The sound of the whistle echoed throughout the room, "Well, this going to be interesting" Hobie walked into the crowd where gwen and pavitr was sitting.

"Definitely is," Gwen said, before snacking on some popcorn, as she gave some to mildly upset Miles who sat down right next to her.

"Major" Pavitr said, as he leaned out of his seat.

Soon the game started, and then the score started to begin to tie up, turning into a close game. "Oh jeez, it's a close game," Miles said out, leaning back in his seat.

The time of the final game closed up to seconds, as it was from inception to inception, you were getting tired, as you heaved out. "Y/N, don't tire on me now" Miguel gave you a smug smile while dribbling the ball.

Getting out back into the court, as you took the ball from his ball incepting the throw, as you dribble the ball from him. Swerving your body away from the steal, you dribbled the ball to the hoop.

As a huge, tall Miguel block your view from the hoop, before you curve yourself jump onto him, and dunk the basketball into the hoop forcefully, breaking the backboard. Glass shattering onto the floor, glass going everywhere.

"Oh my days" Hobie stared in disbelief, Pavitr clasping his hand to in mouth in what just happen.

Gwen and miles looked at each other in disbelief, Lyla recording everything that just went down.

Peter just finishing his Spiderverse whopper. Mayday just clapped in excitement, babbling incoherent things.

It was silent before loud cheering was heard.

"RAHHH" you yelled in front of Miguel face shocked face, "Miguel losing was a canon event" pavitr yelled.

"I guess no more listening to you," you said, giving him a big smile, as you stick your tongue at him.

"-For a week" he muttered.

"I can't believe that just happen, Miguel losing" Lyla started laughing.

"You should have seen your face, Miguel, priceless" she cried out.

Miguel just stare at her with a blank expression.

As you danced around Miguel, gloating with excitement.

[lord-squiggletits]

For the Salty Asks (forgive us for the avalanche, if it's too many you can pick your top three): 2, 9, 10, 11, 13 (Optimus), 20, 25 (IDW1), 26

uhhh honestly I feel a bit like a hermit who's out of the loop on what's popular/unpopular so some of these might be completely off the mark but here we go

2. Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?

Mmmm I think most of my brotp's aren't shipped as OTPs to start with, so I dunno if I have any that fit this question.

Guess the closest example for me would be OPli/ta. I don't actively platonically ship them but I think platonic is way more interesting than romantic. I don't like the fandom's interpretation of romantic O/Plita at all + I feel like as one of the original "token woman" Autobots, I'd like to see Elita unshackled from Optimus as a love interest, esp because any official interpretation of them is probably gonna be written extremely heteronormatively/token romance between an action hero and The Girl. And the fanon version of them that's Strong Independent Girlboss Elita with whipped simp husbnad Optimus is just as boring and gross.

I just don't like the vibes and would rather them have some sort of friendly or regular relationship together.

9. Most disliked character(s)? Why?

IDW1 Slide, who I've gone into detail about my hatred of in several posts, but the TLDR is that she comes off as some kind of mouthpiece character? Not a mouthpiece as in for the author's beliefs, but it literally feels like she only exists to shit on Optimus and call him a piece of shit. Her dialogue is so cheesily written ("literally fascism" is an actual thing she says) and her bitching/lack of cultural comprehension about Cybertronian history is so prevalent, that for a long time during my IDW1 reading I was genuinely confused as to whether she was supposed to be some sort of parody/strawman/mockery of someone IRL (her character comes off almost EXACTLY like an anti-SJW stereotype of a screeching harpy calling everyone she dislikes a fascist, and it's only Barber's very obviously left-leaning writing in other parts of the story that told me that definitely wasn't the intent). So then I was wondering "okay is she gonna like, randomly become evil and turn against the good guys because she's just that petty? I mean she spends all of her time bitching about how Optimus/the Autobots/Cybertronians in general are the worst ever and she also hates humans too so I mean maybe? Half of this story already doesn't make sense so I can see it happening."

Thankfully that didn't happen, but like. Slide is so goddamn annoying and ignorant and gets way too much page time dedicated to her angry monologuing (in Unicron aka the finale of IDW1 there's literally a whole half page panel of her bitching about how Optimus is an evil tyrant while Trypticon is dying behind her and it comes off as a poorly timed, bad taste joke). The narrative treats her like she's some important individual whose feelings are important and valid, but she's fucking annoying. Any sympathy she was meant to garner is canceled out by badly written dialogue and the fact that she's a Literal Nobody of a character who seemingly only exists to bash the decades old, beloved legacy characters. For the sake of, idk, talking about how fucked up Cybertronians are that they just shrug and move on when people die? Bc apparently it's some sort of sin to be numb after 4 million years of war (and war that's literally still ongoing while Slide is bitching) and just soldier on trying to get through it? God forbid that a military hierarchy fighting to keep neo-Decepticons and various other alien threats from colonizing Earth be run like a military in which orders have to be followed, people die, but you still have to keep fighting anyways? Idefk man I just hate Slide so much she's basically the embodiment of all of the bad aspects of Barber's writing personified.

10. Most disliked arc? Why?

Mutineers arc in MTMTE/LL. I feel like (whether due to early cancellation and/or JRO wasting time on too many side plots to give it its full depth), I dislike how the mutineers were basically boiled down to pure evil morons who are the most disgusting, despicable evil ever and the only reason the mutiny had Good Guys (TM) in it was because they were horribly misled and not because, you know, the mutiny was 100% a valid thing to have happened as retaliation against Rodimus and Megatron's captaincy.

Like, I'm not opposed to the idea of Getaway and his cronies being assholes (I personally thought Getaway was a GREAT slow-burn, puppet master villain/anti-hero), I just dislike how the quality of their writing degraded from MTMTE to LL. Felt like they (Getaway in particular) got passed the Idiot Ball and then the actual reasons behind the mutiny were never addressed, it was kind of just "oh Getaway died horribly so we're all friends now and we forgive each other and Rodimus/Megatron will just go back to being captains now."

11. Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

You mean besides IDW Optimus because anyone who's been on my blog for like 5 seconds knows he's my biggest problematic fave skldfjskd

Uhhh I guess in the spirit of the previous question, Getaway. I feel like the fandom's hatred for him is overblown mainly bc it's a combination of Tailgate/Cyga/te fans going "HE GOT IN THE WAY OF C/YGA/TE AND ALMOST KILLED THAT PRECIOUS CINNAMON ROLL" and Rodimus or Megatron stans going "Getaway hates my fave?? But my fave is a good captain and deserves the world HE'S EVIL MY FAVORITE IS BEYOND CRITICISM OR REPROACH GETAWAY IS THE EMBODIMENT OF EVIL."

Like to me it seems as if the hate for Getaway isn't normal dislike or even people hating him because he's a well written villain. It feels weirdly like ppl really take Getaway's actions personally and hate him with the kind of passion you normally see reserved for actual real life horrible people. Or they like, see Getaway as an obstacle to [favorite character]'s happiness and not as an individual who, before the quality of his writing tanked, was actually an interesting character who maybe even had good points? It just feels like people mainly hate Getaway because he's the antagonist to more popular characters/ships and so they project their defense of their faves into virulently hating him.

13. Unpopular opinion about (Optimus)?

Honestly 90% or more of the fan content I see for Optimus is really boring/uncompelling to me, or really just comes off as out of character. It's either Optimus being reduced to an accessory to be shipped with someone (usually turned into some sort of moe cutesy uke type) or him being turned into.... idk some permutation of "feral irresponsible gremlin" or "One Of The Good Ones (TM)" or "anxiety-ridden damsel who needs to be rescued by his lover" or, in some circles, "character I project my issues with authority onto and try to frame as evil for things that aren't even evil."

Idk how to specifically describe it, it's just... a vibe? Most of the Optimus content I see doesn't actually feel like him at all. It feels like it's Optimus/Orion in name only, who got so separated from canon and distorted by fanon/flanderization/shipping/porn stereotypes that he now only vaguely resembles the character he's supposed to be.

20. What is the purest ship in the fandom?

Ahahaha I don't really go into the realm of pure ships honestly, plus this is the war criminal fandom where pretty much every character has killed people or committed crimes or is just generally scarred by war so uhhh

Idk I think Thundercracker/Melissa is a pretty hinged ship? They get along and cope surprisingly well with all the shit that happens. There's no angst or betrayals or misunderstandings or enemies, they're just very respectfully together. Sdfklsajfksd

25. How would you end (IDW1)/Would you change the ending of (IDW1)?

Honestly, I'm pretty satisfied with the ending of IDW1 on both sides of the story. On Barber's side I would've preferred if every single planet including Cybertron didn't get fucking eaten leaving them all stuck on Earth together, and I would've also kept Trypticon alive while... minimizing Slide's role, to say the least. I don't have a problem with Optimus' ending bc I actually think that Optimus' arc in Unicron is like, one of the few 1000% good things Barber wrote for him it's just. It's pure Optimus in his best form.

On JRO's side I would've cut out the last panel with the alternate Lost Light and left it ambiguous as to whether the quantum jump successfully copied the ship or not. I dislike the vibes of the canon ending that implied that everyone moving on with their lives (almost universally to new and exciting and happier places) was the "sad" ending and going on a permanent road trip is the "true, happy" ending. In the author's notes I think JRO said that he wanted to give the readers an ending that would allow them to imagine their faves continuing to go on adventures, but I think compromising a good ending to a story to appease fans is fucking stupid + fandom has never needed permission or approval from the author to write alternate, happy endings. So why ruin a poignant, melancholy ending about how endings come with new beginnings and sadness/nostalgia can be mixed with hope and happiness by going "sike lol they're all living happily ever after on their space cruise."

Also I wouldn't have randomly killed off Ratchet for no reason because like. What was that even supposed to accomplish. I'm no stranger to writing major character deaths but like. He just fucking died of disease off-screen and that was that??? Why, like what was the narrative/symbolic purpose of that besides just making the ending more sad? Maybe to emphasize how going back to Cybertron was the "bad ending" and the quantum Lost Light is the "good ending" since on the LL Ratchet is still alive? But see the paragraph above for why I don't like that.

26. Most shippable character?

The most shippable character to me is whichever character I think is the sexiest, because if I think they're sexy it makes me want to ship them with everyone. "Guards, fuck that man for me" etc etc. Lmao

[uchujinyagi]

it really actually makes me fucking crazy that the discussion of transphobia against trans men is entirely dominated by transmisogynists whose experiences of transphobia just dont remotely reflect mine? like they have discussions that revolve around transphobia that they describe almost entirely hypothetically?

like dudes out here saying shit like "you people are so obsessed with street harassment" and its like, yeah, you get that way when it happens to you a few times, and it happens to tons of trans men, so your entire basis of this is to.. shit on discussions of street harassment because you believe only trans women experience it? like what? idefk i find this point very hard to articulate. but this sphere of transphobia discussion has this underlying idea that you must, before anything else, accept that you are a "female man" and anything else is reality denial. i dont accept this point and i dont accept this as a basis for my oppression

[lyntergalactic]

lyn reads triple zero - finale

by which i mean i finished it last night and i have Thoughts

first off, it was a decently enjoyable book when i managed to turn off my brain. solid 3 stars. there's a lot of good here that i actually really liked, it's just... unfortunately balanced out by a lot of bad that made me want to throw my phone across the room.

so here we go. thoughts, in no particular order:

1.) i genuinely love the characters. even ones like kal who i hate as much as i love. i can see why people who don't do more than a surface reading like him. personally, i love how crunchy a character he is and how all his many flaws make him this unintentionally complex character. i just want to pick his brain apart.

i could ramble on about everyone but it's a lot of "these feelings i already had about these characters have been reinforced like crazy" which basically means i'm fascinated by all of them, want to get all of them therapy, and also want to write all the fic where they get to have healthier relationships lol

2.) there's a lot of yelling in tcw side of fandom about how the clones should get chances to act like the dumb college age kids they are, and they get to in this book!! i think some of my favorite moments were when the boys were egging each other on and giving each other shit. especially that fi and sev bit with the ladder, at least until sev hurts himself. like how fucking dumb is that but also how fucking typical of 20-ish year olds?

3.) fi is gay. fi is so gaaaaay. there are so many little points in his narration where it's like "ah, yes. he is absolutely attracted to [X] person" but beyond that, his whole little subplot about feeling like something in his life is missing? wanting a normal life and a girlfriend, etc? it's juxtaposed against etain and darman so much that it comes across like fi is in love with darman and just doesn't realize.

yes, i have a new ship. yes, i'm going to write horribly angsty fic for it. why do you ask?

4.) etain and darman are cute when KT isn't pushing her weird ass heteronormative agenda. though my aroace ass literally yelled at my phone "YOU'VE KNOWN HIM FOR A CUMULATIVE WEEK AND CHANGE, YOU DON'T LOVE HIM YET" when they had their first lil heart to heart and slept together that first time. but, again, they're young 20-somethings who might die at any time, i can forgive them that.

shit, i can even forgive etain's whole pregnancy thing--to a point--because she's a dumb kid who is going through a crisis of faith. (more on that specifically in a sec) but jfc kal's reaction to it all was--idefk. he's absolutely right to be furious with etain. what she did was stupid in the first place, not well thought through, and she's putting a hell of a lot at risk by going through with it.

but everything else about his reaction was just--dude. what the actual fuck. and 60% of that is his clinging to his bizarre conservative mando ideals while 40% is his utter disdain for the jedi and i just--UUUUGH.

5.) every time the jedi came up in narration. every. fucking. time. i wanted to scream. i know KT has terrible opinions on them. i've read most of the other books!! but oh my god it was especially bad.

do i think it would be interesting for etain and bardan to have crises of faith because of the war? absolutely. in fact, it even makes sense that they would!! but the way KT goes about it is just fucking baffling.

which is really highlighted by that one conversation etain has with ordo where he says "nah, you've got a worse life than i do because i was adopted but you were given away to strangers by your parents" and i'm just

THE FUCK DO YOU THINK HAPPENS TO NON-JEDI KIDS WHEN THEY GET ADOPTED, ORDO???? THEY'RE GIVEN AWAY TO STRANGERS BY THEIR PARENT(S).

there is just. so much. so much about the jedi that's so wrong and that if it was written rightly should've fucking changed entire character interactions and plot and it infuriates me.

6.) everything about the mission is just. plot holes all over. if i take it at surface value and treat it like a bad action movie that's just here for entertainment i'm fine, but the second i stop to actually think about how this whole mission is happening i'm just--that's not how this works. that's not how any of this works. how are you all not dead???

but, you know. whatever. i can deal with it. there were highly entertaining moments. i literally cackled out loud when fi told kal that he and sev planted explosives in the one dude's car and kal was like "... the car i was in?? FI." and i'm real intrigued by bardan as like... the commandos' Q figure. it's highly entertaining.

7.) i have A Lot of Opinions about the weird ass brand of masculinity KT's characters subscribe to. but one thing i appreciate is that her male characters cry and aren't thought of as less for it. it's one bastion of good in a sea of blegh.

8.) i mostly stopped capping bits as i got sucked in but i did nab this bit which made me laugh and is a good bit to end on. (i forgot what my other points were gonna be; work distracted me lkajsdf)

fi as a musical fan is my new favorite headcanon. i don't care if grease doesn't actually exist in the gffa.

also i need a crossover with mass effect where he and garrus exchange sniping playlists.

[hostiae]

wesker headcanons

i was down a rabbit hole in military research (idefk why i still do so much military research when i've been going down these rabbit holes for literal decades at this point, but here we are) and i kind of launched off krauser for a moment bc i was having wesker thoughts.

the coolest thing about fictional military personnel is that you have to pretty much rewrite everything lmao.

wesker is said to be scouted by the army in the early 1990s, though given that we know he's working with the army in 1991 and in s.t.a.r.s by 1996, i'd say he was probably a civilian contractor. the timeline is a little tight from "leaving" umbrella to heading s.t.a.r.s.

he worked in military research, helping the military design illegal weapons.

i really think this is one of the places he thrived the most. i play him as closest to his true self both in s.t.a.r.s and as a military researcher. but weapons design? moreso than bioweapons is his very much his thing.

he continues to modify weapons when he establishes the s.t.a.r.s. team. the samurai edge being a very particular point of pride for him.

when i think of his career with the military, i think that it's the beginning of one of the most normal times of his life. and while he's technically an umbrella mole, he's also doing what he wants to do. and looking for answers about umbrella simultaneously. wesker cares more about why umbrella does what it does and less about what it's doing. and i tend to portray him as more interested in the more technical sciences, rather than biological.

he just happens to be good at both, because he was groomed to be.

[unhingedselfships]

LINK TO GAME

🌍Adventurecore🌎 ~ If you could take your F/O anywhere in real life, where would you take them?

Literally anywhere. I would go anywhere with this man, as long as I could be with him.

🛍️Barbiecore🛍️ ~ Show us your favorite outfit that your F/O has worn!

I have posts about this already lol.

🖕Bastardcore🖕 ~ Are there any “flaws” of your F/O that you find endearing?

Uh. I really shouldn’t like that he’s a man-child, highly manipulative, serial killer with mommy(?) issues, but here we are.

🌳Cabincore🌳 ~ You and your F/O are enjoying a weekend in nature. How do you spend it?

Attempting to camp! Then giving up, renting a cabin, and enjoying nice hikes that end with us in a very pleasant actual bed.

📖Dazecore📖 ~ What would you say is your F/O’s biggest passion (outside of you, of course 🥰)?

Murder? I’m kidding. Guns, knives, cooking. Probably.

😱Expressionism😱 ~ Describe to us exactly how your F/O makes you feel! Or, for a twist, describe how you make your F/O feel! Or do both!

Oh lort its a lot. Tired, frustrated, annoyed, happy, content, safe, comfortable, satisfied. He exhausts me but I wouldn’t trade him for anything.

I couldn’t really speak for Kenshi, except I know he needs me too, and that he is… a bit conflicted, about the nature of our relationship. But then, feelings in general confuse him so.

🖤Femme Fatale🖤 ~ What, in your opinion, is your F/O’s greatest achievement?

Look at all that emotional and character growth!

🔍Film Noir🔍 ~ Are there any questions about your F/O that you’d like to see their source answer?

So many. I’m working on wearing the creator down!

🪨Groundcore🪨 ~ What would your F/O do if you became a worm?

Bruh idefk. Let me ask.

Apparently, per Word of Creator, in character, he would step on me and crush me. Now we know how he really feels lmfao.

📝Hipness Purgatory📝 ~ If your F/O drew you, how would it turn out?

… I actually know nothing of the man’s art skills. I’ll need to investigate. Will report back.

Ok so update! He has no art skills but he does have steady hands. So it would be a vaguely Kimi-ish human shape with a "sorry" speech bubble because she apologizes all the time.

💾Internet Academia💾 ~ How did you discover your F/O or their source?

I stopped being intimidated by Majimemegoro and interacted and then BAM. Shit happened.

🚎Joyride🚎 ~ How would a road trip with your F/O, friends/associates, and you go?

Depends on which friends/associates. But probably not too terribly? Probably? Kenshi loves to drive, Kimi loves to ride. They'll trade aux/Bluetooth control. Lots of pee breaks for Kimi that he'll pretend to be annoyed about. So many snacks. They'll definitely take a rental so she doesn't get crumbs in his car.

🪁Kidcore🪁 ~ Tell us about the earliest memory you can remember with your F/O!

Meeting him at a Tojo Clan party! Incidentally it was my introduction to basically everyone. He was one of a very few that spoke English and the only one not being an asshole to me!

(Childhood Friends AU, we meet when I find him crying in the corner of a park and I drag him home with me! What a cutie!)

🎧Lo-Fi🎧 ~ Let’s say your F/O is up late working on something. How do you support them, or how do you get them to go to bed?

Depends on how focused he is but generally he can be coaxed into bed with cuddles. Otherwise I keep him stocked in smokes, snacks, and water. He handles his own alcohol. I miiiiight bring him coffee. Maybe.

🎮Nintencore🎮 ~ Create a Pokémon team for your F/O!

This one’s tough. Do I make a team I think actually represents him, or one he would have? I’ll try for both. Majimeme can weigh in perhaps. I can say there would be absolutely NO dog types lmfao.

(Should I do a team for Kimi too?)

Team One

Muk - reference to the environmental impact of the factories Sneasel - a sneaky ambush type attacker Murkrow - bearer of misfortune Mimikyu - tell me this isn’t Kadokura in pokemon form. lonely, but watch out! Porygon-Z - science! technology! the future! Garbodor - majimemegoro insists he’s trash so….

Team Two

Sudowoodo - trees! nature! conservation! Ursaring - mountain village vibes, Hokkaido energy Abomasnow - Hokkaido, snow, do I need to explain? Sawsbuck - more nature shit Gothita - he has no idea what this thing is but it’s cute and it makes Mio happy so whatever Pangoro - “Kimberly this feels racist” “hush it markets well”

🐕Petcore🐕 ~ What animal reminds you of your F/O?

He’s known as a Coyote. He often acts a bit like a cat. Is there an intersection to be found there?

🍷Red Academia🍷 ~ What’s your favorite fun-fact about your F/O?

SPOILERS hehe

💤Sleepycore💤 ~ What is it like going to bed with your F/O? How do they sleep?

He’s clingy. Bad nights he takes a ton of pills and good luck waking his ass. Worst nights, night terrors, although those are pretty rare.

[azzurra-astra]

Idefk but to answer a few questions (just gonna round it up) since I’m almost done with my other project and willing to work on a proper expression sheet/profile for her since I was asked. Yes, I put a lot of effort into characters that are only gonna be around for a brief moment or are just one-shots, it’s a very old habit I’ve had since I was fuckin’ 8yo. I don’t like leaving anything surface deep. That’s why even though I don’t plan for Palmira to stick around long term, I still pay an extra amount of attention to these minuscule nonsensical things she’s into or these behavior quirks.

Here have a snippet of her being flustered, for whatever reason. She doesn’t take compliments all that well so….

I tried her without the bruise patch and her face just… felt unfinished and empty, the bruise itself was caused by a stray circle and I just opted to fill it in, found it worked. Originally her hair was to be in a spiky ponytail to replicate pineapple leaves and it automatically didn’t fit, so I just kept the shape of her bangs and sideburns like pineapple slices. It’s her favorite fruit. She likes kiwis too.

1. Of the little things that build her character, she’s got a lot of little dorky points. Is borderline obsessive with experimental pasta dishes or other baked goods like calzones, is indiscriminate with pizza flavors and will try anything once despite her favorites, really likes fish and cats and doesn’t care if she gets in trouble for “not seeing” a stray cat who asks for food in the kitchen and specifically goes to her for fresh handouts.

2. Doesn’t know Peppino or anyone else, not employed in the same place, her boss’s name is Branzino. Loves sweets and won’t hesitate to try and make a fruit or chocolate version of otherwise savory foods.

3. Internalizes depression and self-doubt, secretly thinks she manages to ruin things (even though customers are batshit begging for the dishes) and covers it all with a happy face. Can’t really stand up for herself but if anybody she likes or an animal is in trouble she snaps, like snapping at entitled patrons and covering wait staff if she happens to overhear.

4. Shoves over her own issues to offer comfort or uplift anybody down on their luck or feeling bad. Thrives on making people laugh because she’s unfiltered, helps her combat the negative but is blind to the warm reception some staff have for her. Own laugh is obnoxious and like a hyena that sometimes snorts, isn’t embarrassed.

5. Mastered a worry-free philosophy when trying to encourage people. Humor is zany and graphic, pays apartment rent, appetite of a sand pit, kinda of a prude spender otherwise. Craftier than what she believes.

6. Single and not big on the dating gig, wouldn’t personally know what to do with that idea if someone pulled that on her, but she’d wonder if they were huffing flour.

7. Has a helluva knock out right swing, and she’s had the scar below her right eye since 22yo, isn’t self conscious about it. Self taught with the lasso.

I hope that answers everything I’ve been asked and Jfc I wish I could actually do a character some visual justice but w/e.

[dangerouslyclosetothesurface]

Saturday

Time to revisit Point Reyes Lighthouse!

Last time I did this ride was 1) by myself 2) on the black bike idefk what ratio 3) with a front brake 4) during a prolific time of riding wherein I rode daily for work because I was shuttling passports to and from consulates downtown for Travel Visa Pro (dat $13/h life. got me fit tho) 5) with no knowledge of what I would encounter (ignorance is bliss) 6) it was foggy and cold the whole time and I fell at least once on a cow gate. More details can be found here, on this very blog.

Today's Strava log

Today, I set off with Nate at 6:40ish in the morning. Same bicycles as last week's adventure. I rode black bike (46x17) and Nate rode mog. This time we did not have to carry bikepacking supplies as we intended it to be a day trip.

Leaving the house / Sunny Sausalito

It was a pretty smooth ride getting over to Marin. It was damp and foggy until we got to Sausalito. Instead of taking the dreadful boardwalk, Nate led us on a parallel way that was less annoying. Thus we got to Camino Alto pretty smoothly. After Camino Alto, we were in Larkspur, where we stopped to get breakfast at Equator. Three pastries and a small coffee.

Continued on Magnolia Ave, then followed the bike route through those towns that I never remember which one is which. As we were going into Ross, Nate had a sealant splattering onto his back and seat tube, which I initially thought was some sort of glitter or Plumbago flowers that he rode through (but it was not). The sealant was able to somewhat seal the puncture and retain tire pressure, and we made it through Ross, San Anselmo, Fairfax, and whatever other towns, up White Hill, through Samuel P. Taylor, up Olema Hill, to Olema, where Nate put a Dynaplug, more sealant, and borrowed a floor pump from the Marin Century (it was happening today! No relation/overlap with us).

Marin Century sign outside of Due West Cafe aka ripoff Cafe

We refilled water in Olema, then set off to lighthouse. The route there started out pretty chill. Sunny, mixed coast live oak forest, pretty flat. Went through Inverness Park and Inverness, then a horrible climb out of Inverness, and then back to chill vibes (flat, plus the weather was literally getting chill because coastal fog).

Halfway up the steep climb out of Inverness / At the top of the climb an encouraging sign making me feel a little closer to my destination

Note the change in weather

We passed the allee of Monterey cypress. Then it became "rolling" hills. Saw a lot of Grindelia and yellow Eschscholzia. Baccharis and Lupinus. Acmispon. One small area of Mimulus (possibly M. guttatus?). Cows. Mostly I was focused on the hills and the fog and going over the cow gates, and the myriad cars that passed us/hesitated to pass (very annoying, but I understand single-lane curving road logic).

Nate sympathy-zigzagging up the hill / Me walking up the hill

The last few miles or so, we encountered a climb that was so steep I had to walk my bike, and Nate and I traded bikes. On the mog, it was doable but I definitely blacked out what happened. I vaguely remember there was a bit of drifting sand (not a problem on these 35+mm tires also there was a narrow unsanded pavement strip to go through), and there was a lot of wind, which literally shook me and I was so scared and was clenching the brakes on the mog with fear. I rode the mog the rest of the way.

Nate on my bike / Finally made it; Nate back on the mog.

Eventually we made it to the lighthouse and then walked to the lighthouse and walked down and back up the allegedly challenging 313 steps. The steps were nothing compared to biking all the damn hills. I can't believe I ever did this ride in 2016. And I did the damn steps.

The fog is unreal. Remind me not to come here in February.

After taking a moment to refill water, eat a shitty croissant we bought in Olema, and eat a Maurtens (yes I know Maurtens has a reputation for being pretentious and/or extra, but they have now saved me twice so I support the hype), we headed back the way we came. Instead of Bear Valley Road, we took Shoreline Hwy to Point Reyes Station to get some food.

Cows observing me suffering

We got to Point Reyes Station after 2pm so no more farmer's market / Free calls to get God's Blessing, and other services.

We sat on a bench and ate a sandwich, havea chips, ritter raisin and hazelnut, beverage, and water. Then continued on. My stupid bibs and saddle were combo attacking my "soft tissue" so we stopped again in Lagunitas at the store, where we got a strawberry lemonade. Then stopped in Fairfax for more water at Splitrock. Then stopped again in Larkspur for more water at Equator. Then finally suffered some more and made it home while I complained and prayed for a swift death the entire time. I guess that's one good thing about me riding solo-- got no one to complain to so I just shut up and bear it. My hands were literally pruny from sweating. Gripping the bars on descents was the other major workout aside from climbing.

Almost home (on the Marin side of the bridge) / Home so tired

Notes on climbs:

I still have trouble getting up Arguello into the Presidio, but I can do it, if I zig-zag my bike and go super slowly.

Camino Alto is longer than I think, but it's not a grind. I just have unnecessary dread. The descent was fine because there was no traffic today.

White Hill aka Sir Francis Drake where the equestrian center is: still hard. It's a grind. A bunch of roadies passed me and I don't care. The descent is still terrifying as well. Veryyyyy long.

Getting out of Samuel P. Taylor and going to Olema: still hard. I feel that it might be shorter, and I like that it's not as winding, but it's a grind. Descending it is also awful.

That last hill that I remember from last time coming out of Inverness is as bad as I remembered. It is the worst of the hills encountered along this ride. Last time I mentioned that I had to walk it. Today I managed to ride the whole way up, and that is a triumph. I did stop at the brief moment where it was flat (before the arrow sign). Everything after the sign was steep AF. I saw cars driving up and I saw them getting more inclined. I had to seriously zig-zag across both lanes while the lanes were empty. Made it, though. Descent was also so long and painful.

Oh ALSO, that "last" hill isn't even the last hill! How on earth did I deceive myself into thinking that there were only 3 major hills on this ride??? I guess I blacked out from the difficulty last time. There was one hill on the way to lighthouse that was kind of a switchback? At the bottom of the hill there was a ranch gate. I don't even remember.

Then there was another hill at the fork of Chimney Rock and Lighthouse (obviously we went towards Lighthouse). I literally had to walk up this. I don't even care. There was no way I was gonna get up there. I went until I lost momentum and had to put my foot down. And then I could not do any more. I tried to get back on the bike and failed. Okay actually THIS hill is the worst one of today. This is where we traded bikes.

On the way back: first two cowgates there was a hill that was so fucking steep I could not believe it. I did it though. I think this or the next one may have been the one where I stopped and ate my hardboiled eggs last time.

Then there was another hill that I remember descending and my legs moving faster than they have ever moved in life LMAO, and I think that was the one where two guys we saw at the lighthouse passed us and said "good job" to me. Bro thank you. I fully accept and need this support.

Literally can't remember any more hills because I blacked them all out. Oh wait the one coming back out of Olema. That's where in 2016 someone asked me if I was ok because I stopped out of fatigue/pain. That one has always sucked. I hate it. Okay, it's actually not THAT bad. Compared to some of the other ones I experienced today.

Then coming out of San Geronimo on the back side of White Hill? Cakewalk. Easy peasy.

Camino Alto was fine going southbound. I counted in Swedish to distract myself. This was a technique I used to use during warmups at the track to distract from suffering.

Alexander Ave/coming out of Sausalito: gunned it the fuck out of that corner where the guy one time told me "your ass is going to get too big if you keep riding fixed gear" and I said "there is no such thing as an ass that is too big", a story which i shouted at the top of my lungs today when I was going up that short distance.

Then I suffered thru all the way to the bridge by talking to myself out loud. I did a lot of that today actually. Gotta stay motivated.

Okay I have no more notes for now and I may upload photos later but I didn't get too many due to being too busy complaining/suffering. I am now going to eat a burrito and nachos from Underdogs because Nate picked up some just now thank you sweet angel.

Edit: I could not sleep cuz I got mildly sunburnt lol. Photos uploaded.

[kkpwnall]

wine & dine

or: the quickest way to a man’s heart (and parts beyond)

((edit: now on ao3))

[ @corrodedcoughin laid down a reverse uno card, and i am extremely susceptible to gentle persuasion. i know you asked for headcanons, but apparently i have lots of thoughts about eddie taking a cooking class to wine and dine steve so this one got a bit away from me. anyway, hope you like it, and hope your day got better. ]

“Shit!”

Steve’s steps up the trailer stairs falter when he hears Eddie’s shout. He balances a tray of cupcakes and a bouquet of red daisies in one hand and knocks on the door.

“Fuck!” Eddie shouts again, followed by a loud banging and clanging.

“Eddie?” Steve knocks again. He’s been here often enough since they started dating that he knows he doesn’t have to knock, that he’s welcome to just walk right in. But it’s their date night, and he wants to do this right.

More banging, more clanging, more cursing. Then the alarm starts. That’s enough for Steve.

“Eddie!” He bursts through the door and skids to a stop halfway to the kitchenette. The trailer is full of smoke and Eddie is right in the middle of it, waving a dish towel in front of the screaming smoke detector. Steve drops the cupcakes and the flowers on the small kitchen table and grabs a flaming pan of… something off the burner, moving it to one of the empty burners further back on the range and cutting the gas.

Eddie gives up trying to fan the smoke away, and climbs up on the counter to rip the alarm out of the ceiling instead. Steve grabs his abandoned towel and flings open the kitchen window, fanning the smoke out as Eddie manages to get the thing off the ceiling without bringing the tiles crashing down on their heads.

He rips the batteries out of the back of it and turns to look at Steve, panting like he’s run a marathon. Eddie’s thighs are eye level with Steve, who has to drag his eyes up and away from his favorite gray sweatpants, the ones that always make him a little crazy, past the old sleeveless band shirt cropped above Eddie’s waist, to finally look up at him. Eddie’s curls are spilling loose from the bun he’d tied them up in, framing his flushed face and wild eyes.

“You’re early,” is all he says, looking Steve up and down. He suddenly feels over-dressed, standing there in the middle of the tiny kitchen with his maroon button down securely tucked into his best pressed khakis. He even wore the leather shoes with the little tassels on them.

Steve tugs self-consciously at his shirt and looks around the kitchen. “It’s date night,” he says simply. “Thought I'd see if you needed any help with dinner.”

It looks like Eddie’s used every dish in the house. Twice. He’s crouched on the kitchen counter now, looking like a wild animal that might bolt at any sudden movements. Steve slowly reaches out a hand and tucks some of those stray curls behind Eddie’s ear. “Seems like you’ve got it handled though.”

Eddie sighs and flops down so he’s sitting on the counter. He puts his head in his hands and mumbles, “this isn’t how this was supposed to go.”

“What are you talking about? I’m here, you’re here, you made us…” he looks over at the softly smoldering pan, trying to figure out what exactly Eddie’s been making, “dinner? Sounds like the perfect date night to me.”

Eddie just groans and shakes his head, hiding behind his hands and his hair.

“C’mon, it’s not that bad, it’s only a little burnt. We can still salvage it.” He throws the towel on his shoulder, and unbuttons his cuffs, starts to roll up his sleeves. “What are we having?”

“Beef stroganoff,” Eddie mumbles through his hands.

“If you’re going for medium well, I think it’s done.”

Eddie just groans. “Steve…”

“Hey, hey,” Steve puts his hands on Eddie’s wrists, gently pulling them away from his face.

Eddie looks close to tears. Steve brushes Eddie’s bangs out of his eyes with one hand and cups his cheek with the other. “I’m sorry. You just surprised me, I didn’t know you could cook like this. I thought we were gonna have Macaroni a la Eddie tonight.”

Eddie makes a face, and looks away, mumbling something so quietly, Steve wouldn’t have known he’d said anything if he didn’t see his lips move. Steve dodges down and around, trying to catch Eddie’s gaze again as he plays keep-away with his eyes.

“Didn’t catch that, Eds.”

Eddie sighs dramatically and half shouts, “I’ve been taking a cooking class down at the learning annex!”

“Oh…” that pulls Steve up short. That’s time, that’s effort, that’s… serious.

“The head chef at Enzo’s has a class every Thursday night, and it went fine when I made it there! I don’t know what happened tonight!”

“Well there’s your problem, you’ve got an Italian chef teaching you a German recipe.”

“Pretty sure it’s Russian, dude,” Eddie says with a roll of his eyes. “And it’s not just Italian, she teaches a different recipe every week.”

“Ok so, let’s figure this out. Where’s the recipe?”

Eddie looks around and fishes out a slightly singed, very crumpled piece of paper from under the corner of the cutting board with a half-chopped onion on it. It’s less a recipe and more doodles and half-written thoughts in Eddie’s chicken-scratch. Some of the ingredients don’t even have a measurement next to them, just ‘brandy,’ ‘Worcestershire,’ ‘beef’. Nothing like how Steve bakes, with everything carefully measured out and plotted before he even starts mixing.

It also becomes rapidly apparent that Eddie doesn’t have half the ingredients the recipe calls for, as Eddie directs Steve from his perch on the counter, translating his hieroglyphic scrawl and making substitutions on the fly. But together they manage to cobble together something that might resemble a technical definition of beef stroganoff. It’s got beef at least, all the burnt parts scraped off, and noodles. Steve figures it’s close enough.

Eddie rinses out an old coffee grounds can to put the flowers in while Steve plates their dinner. Out of the corner of his eye, Steve catches Eddie holding the bouquet to his nose, a soft smile on his face.

When they sit down at the scratched and dented and much-loved table, Eddie quickly scarfs down several bites. He chews thoughtfully and makes a face. Steve’s barely got the fork halfway to his mouth when Eddie whisks his plate away and throws the whole thing in the garbage can.

“Hey, I was eating that!”

“No, you’re not,” Eddie says fiercely. “You’re not getting poisoned tonight.”

Steve takes the bite on his fork defiantly and stares Eddie down as he chews. It’s somehow both over-cooked and underdone. He chews and chews and eventually swallows, and does not make a face.

Eddie stares back, hands on his hips, working his jaw back and forth. Steve twirls his fork in the air. “I came hungry tonight. I’ll eat it out of the trash can, don’t tempt me.”

He holds Eddie’s gaze for a beat longer, then he’s up and out of his chair, pivoting around Eddie like he’s on the basketball court. He just manages to stick his fork in the trash can before Eddie jumps on his back.

“At least let me get the plates out of there!”

“No!”

They wrestle for a few minutes, knocking things off the counter, and making a bigger mess than the one Steve walked in on tonight. Eddie grapples for his hands, but Steve’s arms are longer so he gives up and puts his hands over Steve’s eyes, making him stumble backwards into the refrigerator. The cereal boxes on top fall off as Eddie gives a small “ooft” and slides off his back.

Steve whirls around and pins Eddie to the fridge with his hands on his hips. His lips find Eddie’s and he kisses him fiercely, already breathless. Eddie holds out for a moment, just for a beat, then he winds his arms around Steve’s shoulders and sinks his hands into Steve’s hair with a deep sigh. His mouth parts and Steve deepens the kiss, titling his head just so, tongues brushing, hot, desperate, feverish. He drags his hands slowly up Eddie’s waist, toying with the raw edge of his cropped shirt, thumbing over his ribs. Just as slowly, he drags his hands back down, plucking at the waistband of those stupid sweatpants. He breaks the kiss to trail his lips along Eddie’s jaw, down his neck. He drags his tongue over Eddie’s collarbone and scrapes his teeth over the spot where his neck meets his shoulder.

“Why have you been taking cooking classes?” Steve breathes into his neck, trailing his nose back up under his ear.

“Don’t make me say it…” Eddie says with a groan.

“Eddie…” He sinks his teeth into Eddie’s pulse point, and soothes the bite with his tongue.

Eddie growls, he actually growls. Steve feels it rumble from Eddie’s throat under his lips as Eddie gently tugs on his hair in frustration. It sends a thrill of electricity straight down Steve’s spine, making him press closer. “Because I wanted to learn how to make fancy recipes for you! You deserve better than box mac and cheese!”

Steve pulls back, just slightly, just enough to see Eddie’s eyes, just enough so Eddie knows he’s serious.

“I love box mac and cheese. Especially when you cut up the little hotdogs to put in it? With the hot sauce? That’s what makes it Macaroni a la Eddie.”

“You’re Steve Harrington,” Eddie says desperately, “you deserve to be wined and dined. And I—”

“Hey,” Steve says, squeezing Eddie’s hips in his hands, shaking them gently. “You’re Eddie Munson, if anyone deserves to be wined and dined it’s you. I’ll get dressed up and take you out every night. Candlelight, roses, you name it.” He can’t resist, doesn’t even try to resist, diving back in for another kiss, gently dancing his fingers from Eddie’s hips to his waist, then smoothing them back down. “I’ll hold your hand and shout about it from the rooftops. ‘I’m dating Eddie Munson and we’re more in love than you’ll ever be!’”

“Always a competition with you jocks,” Eddie rolls his eyes and grouches, but his tone is fond.

“It is, and I’m winning.” Steve pecks a kiss on Eddie’s nose.

Eddie catches his lips, draws him back down for another kiss. It’s less frantic but just as heated. Until Steve’s stomach growls and Eddie breaks away laughing.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I came hungry,” Steve laughs, pressing his forehand against Eddie’s.

“Yeah, well… sorry I messed up dinner. I think my cheffing days are over. Glad you like box macaroni, ‘cause that’s all we’re having from here on out.”

“No way,” Steve says, shaking his head. “I just got used to fancy home cooking, I need to taste your other recipes. And you need a sous chef.”

Eddie looks at him skeptically. “Steve, I almost burnt down the trailer tonight, you really want to try that again?”

“Absolutely,” Steve says immediately, kissing him lightly again.

Eddie still doesn’t look convinced though, so Steve says, “let’s make a deal, ok? You can experiment as much as you want in the kitchen, try anything at any time, as long as you let me help. And, if it’s truly inedible, which I do not for a single second believe is possible, I’ll buy us a pizza. Deal?”

Eddie’s eyes flick between both of Steve’s as he thinks it over. He bites his lip and nods. “Deal.”

“Good,” Steve kisses him again, sealing the deal. He pulls Eddie away from the fridge and nudges him towards his bedroom with a wink. “Go get changed, we’ve got a date tonight.”

Eddie laughs, “what, you don’t like the sweatpants?”

“I love the sweatpants,” Steve says with feeling. “Which is why you need to get changed right now. Otherwise I won’t be able to keep my hands off you for the rest of our date.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, sweetheart,” Eddie says with a cheeky wink of his own.

Steve playfully slaps at his ass and starts looking for the phone book. “The Works?”

“No olives,” Eddie reminds him.

“Extra olives, got it,” Steve says, picking up the phone.

Eddie sticks his tongue out at him, backing away towards his room.

Steve quickly dials the number and fumbles through the order. They’ve got at least thirty minutes before the delivery shows up. If he hurries, maybe he can take those sweatpants off with his teeth.

[deathbled]

petals .       those worthless dreams have become nothing but a memory long ago  .

red ,    red ,    red .   running away from the colour meant to stain ones life was as miserable and pitiful as it was to laugh in the face of nothingness without shame .   to admit that one had precious little left in this world safe for companion & perhaps an acquaintance or two .  except for quiet soul ,   set to stay whenever possible for at least a while .   clay was no fool ,   he knew that perhaps it would have been for the best had he taken this flower of meeting and crushed it in his hands ;  caring about lumine hurts ,   he knows that .   but it is easy to do so ,  anyways .   usually he’d say something ,   try to lighten the mood or make a joke .   this time he remains silent ,   ponders on ways to make the silence less heavy .  usually it would be comforting ,  to just sit and talk .   with lumine it feels like there are many things he should say but none of them sound like they would ease the burden on her shoulders  -   whatever kind of burden that is .  in a way ,  scratch that ,  in a thousand different ways she seems like the kind of person to have seen many lifetimes worth of pain ;  has seen suffering enough for multiple generations .  ridiculously enough ,   he thought he was above anger at the unfairness of the world .  and yet here he was ,  cursing the archons and the entirety of teyvat and everything between and beyond for being so cruel and callous .   perhaps he was the kind of person to deserve such suffering ,  to watch the very color he dreads stain his hands and drip from them like the blood he’s shed in the past .

there is karmic justice in this ,  thinking he’s finally left all negative emotions behind and then feeling them even stronger in the face of someone elses suffering .   perhaps he had been meant to lose his bearings as his ideals dwindle ,  little by little .   perhaps this was divine punishment for holding on to these pathetic ,   miserable ,   shameful feelings of his .   long since he’s lost what he wanted to protect ;  losing sight of reasons to fight for without knowing why he kept going in the first place .   in this stagnant world all the helpless flowers had been weeded out it seems & for a moment there’s a flash of disgust at the thought of the unfairness of that thought . but he shakes his head ,  remains quiet until he can’t bear the heaviness of it all anymore .   she’s shown him nothing but kindness despite his incompetence ,  nothing but a surprising amount of patience in the face of his own lack of knowing and understanding .   he is an idiot ,  a complete and utter idiot ,  he knows that and he has long since accepted that .   perhaps it makes it easier to accept his past ,   to tell himself how stupid and worthless he is .   but he wants to be a little better ,   wants to try harder to come to accept himself .   because if he doesn’t know how to make himself smile than how can he ensure lumines smile ?   how can he ensure someone else can smile if they are too similar in a handful of aspects .   he’s certain his suffering is bad ,   but at times he wonders about the horrors she must have witnessed ,   the terrors she must have endured .   she reminds him of jianyu ,   in a way .   quick to react with mild ire yet with a good heart to them .   someone who despite their own burdens taught him what it was like to have and feel with a human heart ;   something his family never offered or gave him .

burnt fingertips dance across the scar etched onto the skin of his throat ,   the burns of the shackle still clinging to him at night and stealing his breath .   a sensation he would only have imagined from the anemo archon taking ones air out of their lungs as a child .    he offers a soft sound ,   something along a sigh and a tired exhale .   he wants to return the kindness she’s shown him ,   perhaps it was a natural thing for her to tag along every now and then ,   perhaps it was simply because she pitied him or because she had nothing better to do but to have an actual person to talk to ... to have someone at his side that could commune better with him than maurice ... it meant the world to him .   he has nothing to offer ,   if not honesty .   his hand moves from his throat to his head ,   messing his own hair up in a nervous manner before he exhales again ,   heavily this time .    ❛    i received these scars over a decade ago .      ❜ he begins ,   voice void of any of the positivity he tries so hard to radiate ;   instead ,   all that’s left is a tired emptiness he can no longer seal away .    ❛   i did something horrible and in return ... my own parents kept me shackled in our basement .   ❜   it is a heavy admission one whose reason he cannot bear to say ,   not when the red still stains his hands to this day .  but he continues ,   with minimal explaining he simply states how he used his own blood to free himself .  he does not dare say the entire truth because most certainly the traveler would look at him with as much disgust as he at the sight of his own reflection .   but he explains that in a panic he has done a horrible deed ,   that he is the worst kind of person to travel with because he is ,  in the end ,   merely a monster .    he is silent after that ,  expression void of all of the spark he used to have because in the end he does not understand how he truly feels ,  not even when he tries to force himself to feel anything .   ever since jianyu died he has been ... empty .   perhaps that is why he knows he should’ve trampled every little sprout of interest he had in lumine in the beginning because now he cares ,   and now there is the tiniest spark of light in his heart . and if he were to lose that one ,  too ,   he doesn’t know what he would do . 

❛   i lost the one person i cared about and ever since i wanted to live his legacy .   i wanted to leave every place i visited better than it was because that’s what happened everywhere he went .  but in the end ... i’m not sure about it anymore .   ❜    it’s a confession he never expected to make ,   not to the heavens ,   not to the archons ,   not to anyone .   but lumine wasn’t just anyone .   she was the only person he felt comfortable enough around to at least share part of his story ;   at first he thought it was just to try and crack through the walls she has built around herself that are so impossibly to break through that he thought perhaps this would do something but now ?   now it is merely a way to relief at least some of the hurt in his heart ,   a way to finally admit to himself that everything he has gone through was real even if he tries to bury it under the bones of a dragon .     ❛   i do not expect you to tell me what burdens you ,   but if there is anything i can do to help you ,   even if just temporarily ... please ,  let me know .  i owe you more than you can imagine .   ❜           /    @malibvnghts​

[lovelylittlegrim]

Theo and the Little Big Problem drabble (2/?)

“Theo—“

“I panicked,” he says, the word foreign on his tongue. He hadn’t had much time to think before scooping up the small girl and running away. This is admittedly one of his worst ideas.

“You panicked and kidnapped a child,” Liam repeats slowly. There’s a long sigh and more rustling like Liam’s pulling on his clothes. “You and Scott have way more in common than you think, it’s verging on frightening now.”

“What is that supposed to mean,” Theo asks, there is a pair of tiny hands wrapping around his leg. He looks down at the little girl clinging to him and holds back a frustrated whine. He can’t deal with this, not on his own. “Look, can you just come outside?”

There’s a long pause on the phone and then a breathy exhale: “You’re outside my house with a kidnapped child, Theo what the fuck?”

“I’m in the woods behind your house,” Theo tells him, he can see Liam’s house from where he is, can see the light on in Liam’s room as he waits. 

“You’re in the woods behind my house with a kidnapped child,” Liam reiterates. “Great, that’s so much better way less conspicuous when the neighbors hear the child screaming for help.”

“Liam,” Theo huffs, he doesn't have the time or the patience for Liam’s sarcasm right now. 

“Fine, fine, I’m coming just, try not to look suspicious or anything I do not need Stiles’ dad showing up and accusing me of being an accessory to a very poorly done kidnapping.”

“There’s no one to look suspicious in front of other than the kid,” Theo tells him glancing around the shadowy landscape. “And she looks like she’s 3... I think... I don’t know anything about children, Liam.”

He feels like he’s about to start panicking again. He sucks in a shuddering breath and lets it out slowly, eyes falling shut as he tries to grabble with the threads of his sanity. 

“Hurry up,” he tells Liam. Then after a beat adds. “Please.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming, calm down,” Liam murmurs. 

Theo wants to tell him thank you but the words seem to stick in his throat. 

“I can’t believe you kidnapped a kid, why is this my life,” he hears Liam grumble before the line goes dead.

Theo opens his eyes and stares down at the child still wrapped around his leg. She smiles up at him completely carefree. He frowns, rubbing a hand tiredly over his face. “This is all your fault, you know.” He tells her because it is. 

[obislittleone]

Who Are You Really (2)

Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x Reader

A/n: okay... I saw it. It was amazing. I CRIED (that scene with Mj and Spiderman 3??? Devastating. Completely wrecked me) anyways enjoy this i wrote it on an empty stomach so yeah I was hungry-... also y'all i posted the first chapter of this yesterday and y'all ate it up so thank you for the support!

Warnings: ⚠️mild No Way Home spoilers⚠️ not the big ones yet... those will come later 😈 ... also kinda some touching but idefk

“Let me go over this again, you’re Peter Parker, and simultaneously Spider-Man .... from a different universe?” You roamed around your apartment, multitaksing as he told you everything he knew, which wasn’t much. He wasn’t lying, obviously he was Spider-Man, but not the one you sat next to everyday. “Let’s say I believe you, how did you get here?

“I know it sounds crazy, but I really don’t know... I’ve also got no idea of how to get home.” 

You went into the bathroom and grabbed a few supplies from under the sink. You figured Peter would still have the ability to heal himself quicker through the spider cells he obtained, no matter which universe that be, but you on the other hand were not so lucky to have regenerating power running in your blood. 

You came into the room and set down the box of medical supplies onto the bed, opening the top and inviting him to sit there also. You had a few cuts on your arm and one just above your eyebrow. Not anything too bad... not like what you used to get in the streets. 

“Help yourself, if you need to,” You said, leaving to the bathroom once more and retrieving a wet cloth to wipe your face and arm. 

“Thank you,” He said kindly. You were certain he wouldn’t have needed it, but he dug in to see if he could use anything. 

“No problem.” 

It was silent for a few minutes while you’d gone into the bathroom to dress your own wound. You tried to process all of this, to try and make something out of the insanity that you heard. Of course, insanity as it were was far from a rare occurance nowadays. You could testify to that just as anyone else here. 

You finished taking care of things, taking a deep breath before you would resuface with more questions.

When you walked back into the room, he’d just finished pulling his spandex top off, and you could see all the scars and bruises that littered his body. So... Spider-Man bleeds. 

“That looks nasty,” you pointed out the small gash in his side, and upon second glance, saw how deep it went. It could easily get infected without the proper treatment. Luckily you’d dealt with this sort of thing before on your own body, so this should be a piece of cake. 

“It feels nasty.” 

He was so different from the Peter you knew, but also so much alike him. It was a contrasting paradox that would boggle your mind for days if you let it. Just the thought of there being another version of yourself in another universe was a lot to take in. The proof was standing before you, and you couldn’t bring yourself to just say that this was all madness. Stranger things have indeed happened. 

“Let me help you,” you let out, after watching him helplessly reach for it several times without being able to get it quite right. “Could you hand me the-?”

Your gesture to the box was pitiful, but he handed it to you anyway, watching from the corner of his eye as you started messing around with a bloody rag at his side. 

“You’re lucky, no stitches.” 

You threw the red stained rag into the bottom compartment of the box, reaching for a gauze patch to stick on it. 

You kept going on in silence for a bit longer, until Peter had enough of the awkward tension building in the room while you took care of him. You thought nothing of it, how could you? You were helping a spider person in need. 

“You know you faught pretty well against those guys earlier,” He said, pausing when you let out a deep sigh. You kept on your job of fixing him up, hoping that maybe he’d drop it, but he didn’t. “I don’t know you very well, but it looks like maybe you’ve done it before.”

“Yeah sure, that’s why you came to save my ass.”

He chuckled a little, turning a bit when you made him move his arm. You were struggling to get the bottom piece of cotton to stick in the area you needed it to, otherwise you would have been done ages ago. 

“Four guys is a lot for even me, okay?”

“Five guys,” you corrected. 

“I’m sorry?” He looked so confused, like he thought you weren’t paying attention. 

“There were five guys.”

“Look, all I’m saying is... you’re pretty good at protecting yourself,” he winced through his teeth when you pressed the cotton, finally getting it to stick so you could move onto the gauze patches. 

“I’m rusty, that’s what I am.”

“So you have done it before?” He finally got you to crack and you didn’t even realize it. You were too focused on his damn blood that was literally all over your hands. 

“Spider-Man wasn’t the only Crime fighter in this city.”

“So what happened, then?” 

You scoffed, remembering the day it all happened. You turned to ashes in your living room, and suddenly you return five years after to learn about everything that went on.

“I quit.”

That answer was vague and unconvincing. He twisted his neck to look down at you, trying to coax more without a single word being said. You could feel his burning stare, it was not one to bring ease. You huffed a sigh, meeting his eyeline once before going back to work. He had nice eyes.

“Spider-Man was ten times the superhero I ever was, so when he started swinging I stopped going out every night. Then I realized I wasn’t a superhero at all, just some wild, viglante wannabe.” 

He was pretty stunned at your confession. Through everything he’d been in, he never gave up. Not after Uncle Ben, not after Gwen. It was strange to see someone so unwilling to keep going, simply because they got outdone. It wasn’t your only reason for stopping, but you barely knew him, and didn’t feel like oversharing tonight. 

You finished up what you were doing and took the box back into the bathroom after you pressed firmly on the pad to make sure it stuck. 

“You can hang around for a while until you find out how you got here, I’m sure it might get a little hectic out there if people see two Spider-Men flying around.”

“Thanks, I appreciate your help,” he said, standing up. He didn’t really feel like putting his suit back on, but it also felt a little weird to be shirtless in a random stranger’s apartment. You noticed, tossing him an oversized shirt of yours that would fit. It was your favorite, but some sacrifices had to be made. He pulled it over his head with a slight struggle, reminding you of a little boy.

“I’d offer you the leftover pizza in the fridge, but it’s like two weeks old, so...” you pressed your lips in a thin line, walking past him and back into your living room. 

He found himself laughing again at your humor, following you into the other side of the apartment.

“So does anyone else live here? Or is it just you?” He wondered, coming to gently sit down on one of the worn out chairs in the sitting area. 

“Full of questions, aren’t we?” You teased him, fully well knowing he was from an entirely different universe. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to pry,” he ducked his head in embarassment while you brought him a bottle of water from the fridge. “I just know that some roomates can be a little sensitive to random people sitting on their furniture.”

That one made you laugh, if only a little. He was funny, and he was cute. He had an innocence about him that you liked to see. It was rare in men these days. 

“It’s just me, now. My mom left this place in my name before she died, so I kept it for her sake,” you explained, getting a bit stone faced at even subconciously mentioning your mother. 

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. The blip screwed up a lot of stuff, it ain’t no one’s fault but Thanos.”

“Thanos?” He was definitely puzzled at such a name. Must be a super villain from your timeline. 

“Yeah, he caused a lot of crap for a lot of people. I’m one of the unlucky souls,” you plopped down onto the sofa, grabbing the remote to turn on the TV. 

He settled down a little, seeing you calmly flick through the channels like it were a regular thing at the end of everyday. You stopped at the news, having to look a double take at the headline. 

Spider-Man Fights New Monsters!

“What in the hell-” you trailed off, standing from your seat to get a closer look. 

A man with tentacles branaching off of his body, suspending him in the air. He had been throwing cars off bridges when Spidey got ahold of him. The other monster was not quite as easily identified, and without a good photo, there wouldn’t be any telling what it was.

“What’s wrong?” Peter glanced up at where yyou were standing, unable to see the shots they played. 

“I work for the Daily Fix, and they didn’t even call me to come get shots of the scene,” you complained, crossing your arms over your chest, disreguarding what this headline probably meant. “I’m the best damn photographer in that company.”

“Huh,” he said with a slanted brow. This was a little trippy. seeing the similarities you two held, and yet? You weren’t Spider-Man. That title belonged to whoever the Peter Parker of this world was.

“You think those could possibly be connected to your situation?” You stepped aside for him to see the so called ‘Monsters’ onscreen. He shook his head, unsure of where they came from. They weren’t from his line of existence. 

You grumbled one more time, bitter that your boss of a year never thought to mention that there were monster attacks in the city. It's fine, there's bigger fish to fry.

“It’s getting late, we should probably set a plan in place for tommorow.” 

You went to the other room to fetch the poor guy a pair of sweatpants, knowing that spandex was not exactly a comfortable way to sleep. You hadn’t worn anything of the sort in a while, but that didn’t mean you forgot the discomfort.

You also grabbed a pillow and blanket from your closet, throwing it all on the couch when you got out. He was curious as to why you were helping, though he didn’t say it, you could read the facial features rather well. 

“You don’t have to help me,” he said softly, feeling kind of upset that you were dragging yourself into something you knew nothing about. You knew enough. He needed help, and you could provide it, so you did. 

“You’re right, I don’t...” you trailed off, tossing him the pair of sweatpants before you continued, “Call it coming out of retirement.”

He scoffed at your willingness. You didn’t seem so willing when he was asking a bunch of questions earlier. 

“So what is the plan, then?” He leaned forward, a smile gracing his face with optimism. Cute. 

“I think we oughta try and find my English deskmate tomorrow,” you said flatly, breaking the eye contact you’d struggled to stray from. He immediately looked confused, because of course he was. 

“Who’s your deskmate?”

“Peter Parker.”

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Anyways I just want to start by saying I love Andrew and have missed his peter parker more than anything. I'm so happy to finally see him getting the recognition he deserves. I hope he sees the reaction videos of everyone screaming in the theater when he came on screen. He needs to know we love him.

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[soobinfltrs]

OKAY OKAY BANGS POTS AND PANS TOGETHER NEW DREAM ALERT NEW DREAM ALAERT

Okay I'm going to lay out my dreams one by one because . They're all strange and the picture ones are NSFW btw so yes they're at the end okay starting off

Dreams i had today:

1. One was where 3 guys 2 of which i do not remember but really liked apparently proposed to me . Yes 3 what is also weird is that for some strange reason i wrote on my hand that everybody loves me before sleeping. Why? Idk either but let's continue shall we (in my brain this is all in game show host voice and intonation btw)

2. The second one was phase 2 of my sleeping resulted in a dream about a cannibal man that started in a jail cell where he broke out from but turns out he's no cannibal, he's just a poor beautician werewolf<//3 there were references to the temperance in this one too so that's . Nice ig

3. Another dream i had . This is old but one of them was where lord Brahma called me one of his faves so true, one was where Vishnu ji was there idt that one and there was one where shivji?? Was present and he was dancing with me/being very nice which was great because i distinctly remember the night before l these seperate dreams talking about the gods . In . A way ... I won't say what way but in a way something's were said that would put me in hell self admittedly anyways they apparently like me too which is also nice

4. Now the dream i had yesterday had something to do with angels . Idk what was happening but i remember everyone being in a line and the angel approached everyone but me so i tried to fight them which . Fun . Uhm idk what was going on but fun

5. Oh now for the nightmare, something about me having an appointment at a school or smthng at 10 pm and this itself should've told me it's a dream but moving on, i was there with my parents + 2 other relatives and it was apparently a top school, this one lady greeted us and took us on a tour and it was fucking creepy and by creepy i mean CREEPY i distinctly remember a lot of things but idk how to describe them but 2 main things were there was a girl stitching or well replacing her veins with thread, and there was a big translucent orange ball that had two fetuses inside . But with grown people heads, and i started freaking out because the more I went in the more lost i got, and so i ran away in the car before turning back being like i can't leave them there. But now my parents + the other two relatives had been hypnotised i think and the woman was now headless, it was. A fight to get them back and i think i slammed her against a car multiple times but she kept re-spawning before we finally ran off

OH THIS ONES OLD BUT THIS IS GOOD OKAY SO:

6. So i had a weird dream where I think Solomon?? Was there or smn? And it was terrifying but idt I realised how scary it was till i woke up because wow wtf ok so my grandma showed up and in my dream she had faked her death (she's been gone for a few years rest in peace) and she came back and kinda told us about how she was part of a secret society or something. And then Solomon ??? Shows up? Or some demon thing idefk and at first you can just here him and there's like 8 people selected ??? And he's like I'll send all of you on a mission and whoever comes back alive will be a part of this, part of what? Idr anyways also he said we've been shortlisted out of like 20 people? Anyways so the first task also it's task based and whoever comes out alive or YK completed the most task wins and I'm guessing they live or become a part of the group or something idek. Anyways the first task was that Solomon had left someone on the water on a floatie with a key on them and it was near a floating door in the sky but the weird part is in my dream that entire water scene kept glitching anyways so after that was over till now we could just hear Solomon's voice and this time i felt him there? Or well i felt someone's presence in my dream and essentially he was running around the room at supernatural speed through the walls and stuff does that make sense like I could see red coat and tan skin + red coat + black hair (i think i thought it's Micheal Jackson in my dream for a minute idefk) as he ran like through my overhead cupboards which is weird and then he kinda became a part of my fan? So you could see a strip of red just circling my fan as it rotated and that was him apparently? And then there was something about pregnancy and he was talking and my mom told him to stfu and was on her phone and i was joining my hands and begging him not to kill her or kill me and he was like it's ok you don't need to worry chill 😋✋ anyways the next task had something to do with pregnancy don't really remmeber it and i was like I WILL NOT GET PREGNANY !!! and he started laughing (there's still 8 ppl in the room btw) anyways the next time we were like going in pairs or smthng? And he went with someone and i think i followed them and asked if i could join in their pair? And he said sure, this time he wasn't him if that makes sense like shapeshift energy dklsjdkdjf anyways we walked through the forest or something and i think it did have to do with someone getting pregnant because what I said was so out of NOWHERE . I said something like you can take my virginity or smn IDEFK ??? WHY I WOULD SAY THAT TO A SUPPOSED DEMON/DEMONOLATAR AND AGAIN THEY JUST SIMPLY LAUGHED ! and i was like damn worth a shot and then it got weird and there was a photoshoot or smn with asmodeous from obey me.

These are some of the recent ones okay I'm done NSFW ones ahead:

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[blownbybakugou]

Bakugo enemies to lovers headcanons? (Its me again hahshahs u were the only kind person who answered my request tysm 💖 sorry if i bothered u tm, hope ur safe and well)

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Bakugou Enemies to Lovers Headcanons

Bakugou will try and fucking murder you at first.

Y/n is just chillin.

Being calm

And then comes Bakugou.

*walks out of room*

“YOU FUCKING EXTRA! GET BACK HERE AND FIGHT ME”

He will literally chase you until you spar with him.

Will never admit it, but he admires your strength and dedication.

And that’s the real reason he wants to fight you.

At some point-

Idefk when-

You became a part of the BakuSquad.

Like,

Lunch privileges and everything.

And at lunch the craziest thing happens.

You and Katsuki exchange lunches to see who has the spiciest foods.

And then you trade back and argue about whose was spicier.🥺💖

Eventually Bakugou makes you go to the gym with him and ‘shitty hair’

Where you prove you are just as strong as him and Kiri.

Making his interest peak.

“Hey, cunt.”

“What do you want bitch?”

“You’re coming to the mall with me tomorrow.”

“Says who bitch?”

“Says me cunt.”

That’s how he asked you out 😚🥰

It was about a month in when you realized he thought you were dating.

Because he tried to kiss you.

Idk why you didn’t suspect anything with how he held your hand and shit.

“Cunt, give me your hand back.”

“Why tho.”

“Because you’re my girlfriend.”

“Wait wut- SINCE WHEN”

“Since the gym with shitty hair last month you idiot.”

“Tf? The mall was our first date?”

“Yeah, cunt.”

“Fine, bitch.”

(It took 1 year for him to actually call you your name and another year to call you babe.)

“Hey, Y/n-“

“What did you just call me?”

“Y/n? That is your fucking name isn’t it?”

“Yeah but you usually call me-“

“Cunt. But shitty hair said to start treating you better before you leave my ass”

“Good idea. See you after class Katsuki.”

Hope you enjoyed <3