#im kinda familiar with their voice lines just from looking into them but still. im not a translator. just crazy.

[lesbiangiratina]

Trying to. Clean up testament’s quotes page. Someone added old translations of their xx voice lines a while ago but some of them are pretty off. Trying to replace some of them with a more recent translation vid but im. Encountering a fun problem where some of these lines DO have official translations in strive, but theyre. Phrased a lot nicer than i feel they should be in xx. So im kind of combining the 2 translations i guess. Its hard to not feel like im going to be killed for this

[kfaem]

Tied || Sylus Qin Love and Deepspace

pairing: Sylus x MC (Luna Do) cw: child experimentation, violence. future established relationship, spoilers for the chapter 9 (obviously) notes: just some headcanons/theories i guess. i started writing this a while back but never really got to it. im sorry that this kinda sucks. i finished writing this when i was a few drinks in and proper grammar kinda skipped my mind lmao tags per request <3 @iwillpissyourpants @lizzetmv

It was hurting again, that familiar ache in her chest that usually made Zayne tense up. She glanced in the mirror of her lover's bedroom, gently pulling down her shirt to look at the scar right over her heart.

The scar had long since faded, hidden from a far away glance but oh so noticeable when she was looking for it. She always wondered why the scar looked so...unprofessional, like her surgeries were all done in some kind of cheap lab. Grandma would never tell her, just brushing her off and repeating the same line she's heard all her life. "That's what it looked like after the attack happened, sweetheart."

When she met Sylus and his team, including a former researcher who was apart of her Grandmother's team all those years ago, it all came together. The lab that remained untouched on the outskirts of the N109 Zone, the weird, dated technology that was ripped from the walls and thrown all over.

After she gained the Aether Core and memories came to her, she could never look at Grandma the same.

"Josephine, they're not as weak as you think they are, if we keep them linked to the same machine for just a bit longer-"

"This is no longer a medical research trial, we're torturing these children and you know it." Josephine, a woman in her late 50's couldn't bare to see the barely moving heart monitors, the scarce beeping giving her nightmares. "Even if they're bound together- what life will they have?"

Sylus was about 13 years old, newly orphaned due to the wanderer attacks that brutalized his home. Luna was 9 years old and the only survivor from her neighbourhood. Sylus clenched his jaw, wanting nothing more than to rip all the stupid wires off of himself, but then she squeezed his hand, turning her head to him. "Sy?"

"Yes Lune?" He whispered, not wanting to attract the scientists outside the door. "Don't talk too loud remember? They get mad whenever we interrupt them."

"...I know." She whimpered in response, her tiny hand holding his even tighter than before. "Sy?" He hummed. "Are we gonna die here?"

"I don't know, maybe." Is what he considered saying, but he knew better than that now. "No Lune, we're gonna be just fine." He was lying to himself.

The lab door opened and both scientists entered the room, one going towards the desk and the other towards their charts. "We should follow through with the implantations tomorrow while the girl is still in good health." The man spoke with certainty, glancing over at Josephine who nodded. "Have we properly decided on...where?"

"Last I recall, we agreed that the boy was to receive the core in his right eye and the girl in her heart." Sylus tensed, realizing that this man was talking about him and the girl beside him. "However, the girl's implant is significantly more likely to go array, we'll have to line up a suitable candidate if she dies during or after the surgery."

Luna began to shake, silent tears rolling down her cheeks. She couldn't speak. Not when Sylus told her not to.

"Tomorrow at noon should be an adequte time to begin the girl's implant, the boy will be much easier and shall require less time."

"Sweetie?" Sylus's deep voice pulled her out of her thoughts, she looked into his crimson eyes, and the scar that she never noticed until after her memories came back to her. "You've been staring in the mirror for a while now, is everything alright?"

Luna let go of her shirt, forcing a smile in her reflection. “Yeah, just… thinking.” Sylus hummed in response, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her head. Luna tightly gripped Sylus’s hands, feeling comfort in his hold. “Can we go back to the lab soon? I just… want to see it again.”

His eyes peered up at their reflection, a sudden glaze coating his usually sly gaze. He moved his hand up her body, slipping it under her shirt and letting his fingers run along the scar over her heart. He sighed, closing his eyes. “It took longer than they anticipated, you weren’t responding well to the Aether Core or any medications they were forcing into you. When they brought you back into the laboratory, you were as good as dead.” His chilly fingers continued to touch the scar, and the skin around it.

“Sylus-“ Luna whispered, feeling the slight trembling at his touch.

“They wouldn’t tell me what was happening, I was sedated and taken back for my own surgery. Once I awoke, you were connected to all sorts of machinery.”

“You were… awake?”

“Barely.” His voice turned hoarse as he recalled the long forgotten memories. “I tried calling for you, the one researcher, Eric, decided to separate us.”

Luna held his hand tighter, watching as his eyebrows furrowed. “What happened then?”

“The Evol linkage appeared, a force so strong that the scientists couldn’t break it- break us, apart.” Sylus ran his free hand down her waist, pressing his lips to her neck. "He was angry and expressed the desire to permanently separate us."

"They...wanted to kill one of us?"

"You, specifically." He hummed, "they said you were weak after your surgery, weak enough that they wanted to reharvest the aether core." Sylus turned her around, his arms pulling her to his chest. "But we don't need to revisit those memories, we're here now, together."

"Right," Luna whispered, pulling him closer. "Thank you for staying alive."

"Only for you, my love."

[evelili]

I know it’s been ages since I sent one of these, I’ve been busy and I’m still busy so I don’t have time to read the full chapter BUT!! Here’s some of my thoughts and favorite lines from the beginning of this chapter. The Final Trial.

I really love how you write the memory sequences in this story. They all flow really well and don’t feel redundant!! The reveal of these memories twilight has hidden of Luna are so good!! God!! Her devastation when she realized she had forgotten someone as important as Celestia’s SISTER her AUNT is AMAZING!!

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her hair pulled back into a ponytail, her legs bare below the knees of a ridiculous pink-and-purple skort that she’d have been mortified to wear past puberty—eight or nine, then, she decided. It’s probably summertime, too.

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God this mental image is so cute!! I had to google what skorts are but yeah they definitely fit Twilight and her character, especially as a kid!!

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Twilight waited for her younger self to voice the familiar retort she thought she’d known her entire life—magic isn’t real; magic doesn’t exist; magic is fictional and fantastical and lies. But instead of a rational dismissal she heard her voice ask something completely wrong instead:

“You’re really going to show me how?”

And Twilight didn’t hear anything else after that.

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DAMNNN this sequence is so good!! The way twilights world is just DESTROYED by this is fantastic!!

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“Well, I wanted to check in on the two of you.” The door swung further open, and suddenly Twilight was face-to-face with the Celestia of her childhood—younger by nearly a decade and yet still recognizable in almost every way. She hadn’t ever thought time had changed her mentor much, but the contrast between present and past was far more blatant when not viewed as a gradual shift. No laugh lines. No grey hairs. No ice in her eyes.

Just a Celestia whose very presence made Someone bristle in response.

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This description of her is DEVASTATING. She’s both somehow unhappier and so much happier with Luna in her life. The way you write her is stunning and I’m loving the conflict between her wanting Luna to focus on the future and Luna who is focused on enjoying the present. It’s a very cool conflict and I love how you’re handling it!! Them both caring more about twilights emotions than each other’s is heartbreaking

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It did—to both the Twilight of the present and the past. “Yeah,” she said quietly. “I get it.”

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Fuck this line is FANTASTIC. The understanding twilight finds in her memories of Luna are fantastic and I’m very curious on how this will impact how she handles Nightmare going forward. Unfortunately I can’t read anymore tonight, but I love it so far!!

STOP THE CLOCK. I FORGOT THIS BANGER LINE: “You believe in magic, Twilight,” she said gently. “And so long as you do, that’s belief enough for me.” The way you write Luna and how much she and celestia both love twilight is DEVASTATING

(combined ur two asks together) WAHHHH thank u so much for the asks!!! and no worries abt taking ur time w the story, u only get to read once for the first time after all!

this chapter is definitely Up There in terms of how happy i am with how it turned out, im rlly glad u liking it so far! i dont know how much i can say without spoiling things, but a reminder to read on fimfic to get the Full Experience (epub missing images my nemesis), a rather important section will b missing otherwise!!

i think to me a big aspect of luna and celestia's relationship in the show that kinda got glossed over was that celestia may not have realized how her actions affected luna until too late. and, it's kind of the "road to hell with good intentions" thing, bc i dont think celestia is the bad guy (at least in tte) for believing that the best way to help someone is plan, prepare, try to think ahead and look forward, etc. but, this kind of mindset can clash with someone who, at that moment, finds the prospect of thinking about the future so impossible. writing from life helped a lot in this regard :)

also, completely unrelated but also related, have a meme :D and thanks again for reading!

[yourlegacysnotyourstosee]

I took notes on my thoughts while watching Nerdy Prudes Must Die because I did the same for Black Friday

DAMN Jon said “I am a TENOR”

I literally can’t get over how good he sounds

AHHHHHH LAUREN!!!!!

Bro these songs SLAP

Damn Mariahs hair is so long

Pete is such a mood

I’m literally terrified of being pantsed so bad

BRUH NOT MICRO-PETER

Omg hey Kim

When Cory enthusiastically agrees I’m dying

Omg Max likes Grace???????

Wait that’s so cute

Wait why’s he kinda fine

“His name is Jesus Christ” HELP 💀💀💀💀💀

It’s giving Apex Predator (from Mean Girls)

Damn these HARMONIES THO

My jaw is on the floor the way Cory is talking to her

“How am I supposed to study without listening to Spotify?” ME LMFAO

I KNOW HE DID NOT JUST MAKE AN ISSAC NEWTON JOKE

The way hes like “this is about thermodynamics” me me me. I hate when people make jokes about the things we’re not even talking about.

“NANI” NO WAY HE SAID THAT HELP💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀I LITERALLY CANNOT BREATHE 💀💀💀💀💀💀

Study date????????

Joey Richter my beloved ❤️❤️❤️

When Max enters and the crowd cheers

“Rondevuch”

Max literally has a God complex

Why is Kim everyones mom?

“Walen place”?????

“Mom will you pass the butt stuff????” HELP SHES BEEN CORRUPTED

NO WAY SHES FANTASIZING ABOUT MAX JAGERMAN

LITERALLY WHAT

Awwww Grace is experiencing Catholic Guilt™ ❤️❤️❤️

Girl wdym “he’s gotta go”???

Laurens character is bisexual???????

“WAIFU MATERIAL”?????? I literally can’t get over Jons character

Wait Grace is a little fucked up actually

Wait since the Waylons built hatchetfield high and the starlight theater, could they have cursed the town somehow? Like I know about the evil brothers or whatever, but I’m not super familiar with the lore

Wait I kind of love Grace now

Mariah slays

“Am I reading as Ghost, or Lin Manuel Miranda?” AWWWWWW❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

“Your fucking useless Pete.” Tgwdlm???? In MY npmd???? It’s more likely than you think

I’m very suspicious about how fast they seemed to put the plan together…

I know the plan wont work and Im so nervous I’m getting secondhand embarrassment so bad rn

“Skele-ens”

I need Max Jagerman actually

Awwww Max is a Theater Kid ❤️❤️❤️

AW FUCK HE DIED

HOLY FUCK HE DIED

GIRL WTF IS WRONG WITH GRACE

I love how upbeat this song is

WHYD SHE CUT HIS NIPPLES OFF WTF

Omg Dan and Donna!

Slay Mayor Lauter

His reaction to being asked to the game is giving- “she asked me for the time” “no way” “way :D”

THE NIGHTHAWKS MASCOT 💀💀💀💀

FUCK CLIVESDALE

DAMN THEYRE IN THE SPLITS GOOD FOR THEM

I like that the football team has only 2 players

I love when actors walk through the audience, but ESPECIALLY here when hes stalking Richie bro looks so good

Listen I know he’s about to kill Richie but HES SO FINE HELP

Im literally so Gay bro

THE SMOKE CLUB!!!!!!

THE NIGHTMARE TIME THEME

When she says hes not hot anymore girl speak for yoursef

Please let Grace swear

Oh fuck they’re giving themselves away

Grace Chastity said “acab”

Cory needs more songs

MAN IN A HURRY RETURNS!!!!!

Damn who is this girl in a trenchcoat 😍😍😍

GERALD OH MY GOD

Random side note but what happened to Robert? I was just thinking about how I wish we could see Hidgens again but is Robert still a part of Starkid anymore? Is he on to Bigger and Better things? Does anyone know what those are? I’d love to continue to support him.

Edit: NVM NVM I TAKE IT BACK I DO NOT WANT TO SUPPORT ROBERT MANION NO NO NO SIR

The invisible bird. Literally high school theater

“Heahs the thang about ah bahbecue”

“Ah wawna remember who ah ayum”

Ruth is so real for not know when to do the lights bc the cue lines were wrong

Ugh Laurens voice is so good and I know ive said that about pretty much everyone but it’s true

I know shes about to die rn

The red lighting gave it away

THE WAY HE LOOKS INTO CAMERA AFTER HE KILLS HER I NEED HIM SO BAD

Why did Kim scream like that

Awww Grace has religious trauma now ❤️❤️❤️

THE COPS THEME

OH MY GOD PAUL AND EMMA!!!!!!!!!

He gave her his number❤️❤️❤️

Hot chocolate boy!!!!!!!! I knew Peter was the hot chocolate boy but still

This duet is EVERYTHING

Obsessed with the fact he called MARIAH ROSE FAITH a MEAN GIRL

“Axe wielding maniacs?”

The Waylons did not dig that shit very deep…

OH FUCK THEY HAVE TO SUMMIN THE LORDS IN BLACK

I KNEW THE WAYLONS BUILT LAKESIDE MALL

im so sorry Zombie Max is So Fine

WIGGLY

THEY HAVE HUMAN FORMS??????

“Let me check my Christmas list”

“What do you want steph?” MORE tgwdlm? In MY npmd?

I feel bad for not knowing all their names

Max says bitch a lot

Damn this show is long

Omg this is so sad im tearing up a lil

Max is so fucking funny

Damn Grace is seducing Max this is hilarious

Fuck Grace Chastity or kill some nerds? One of the many difficult decisions in life

He decides to fuck Grace Chastity

OH MY GOD THATS SO SMART

Thats some fuckin Macbeth level shit

Kims teacher character is so cute awwwww

Paul and Bill dance Chaperones??????

Oh nvm that’s Jason

I don’t think I ever mentioned it but the dancing is really good

It’s very clean and crisp

In the last 2 hours I very quickly developed a massive crush on Will Branner

OH FUCK

WHATS GOING ON

WHAT

[crybyemissamericanpie]

Hiding - Tony Stark x Fem!Reader (Fluff)

Hiding - Tony Stark x Fem!Reader (Fluff)

TW:Smoking,bit of Alcohol,Cursing

Tonys eye flicker through the big ballroom with the fanciest people to the fanciest food. The night was calm and cold,people talking while soft music played as white noise.The room filled with many different people,that you wouldnt usually see in one room,presidents,models,bussiness people and the list goes on.There was no lust or life to the party if we wanna put it that way or as Tony thought.He was tired of the people it was 12:13PM and the party started at 6:30PM,he has been walking from people to people,giving them the brightest smile,making sure that they were having fun.

He just sneaked out of a conversation with a guy with the excuse of going to the bathroom but he didnt needed to go there,so he immediately took the back door,not caring if the guy sees him.As he stepped outside,he closed the door behind him,it was quiet out here,though the music still could be heard in a muffled version.

His eyes almost immediately dart to the women,leaning on the fence,smoking a cigarette.He knew who it was,they were no strangers.He starts to walk over and lean on the fence next to her,waiting for her to say something,as he realizes that she wont he starts"pretty isnt it?"He said as he looked up at the dark sky,with a small smile in hopes with starting a conversation with her

She looks at Tony with a cold expression as after she blew the smoke out of her mouth,the smoke disappearing soon enough"What do you want?"She asks,Tony usually doesnt come to her so much cause of their history of being forced to be friends cause of their fathers,as they grew up and Tony father passed,theere was no reason to hang out anymore,since there was no one left to impress with their 'healthy bond'

"Quit that,y/n,i cant even look at you anymore?"Tony asks with a small smirk on his face as his gaze does not leave her.She rolls her eyes slightly taking a blunt again."Atleast can we chat?like i actually want to have something with you"Tony continuous as she blows the smoke out

She chuckles a little which caught Tony of a little,she turns her whole body to Tony,leaning on the fence with her hand which had the cigarette in it,the dress making clear lines of her beautiful curves,making out every part of her body,laying on her skin like it was painted on,a painting that would send Leonardo da Vinci home crying."Wierd way to say that you wanna fuck me then throw me away"She said,raising an eyebrow

Tony chuckled a bit but stayed quiet,he didnt really know what he wanted himself that much either."what cat got your tongue?"She teases,with a small smirk on her lips.His gaze still didnt leave y/n"Thats a gorgeous dress,by the way"Tony says,with a smile,speaking with a bit of a sass put into it

"thats all you got?"She asks,taking a blunt again,while raising an eyebrow again"yeah no…just the much talking with the people in there drained me"Tony admitted,shaking his head as he looked down at his foot"THE Tony Stark drained?Thats new!"She said with a small laugh.From her tone of voice and a bit of body language Tony could tell that she was a bit drunk herself

Tony looks up at y/n then a question pops into his mind"what are you doing out here anyway?"He asked tilting his head a bit to the side as he also furrowed his brows."Im hiding from a guy"She admits almost immediately,as she takes another blunt and then blows out a bit too quick,making her caught at the too much smoke in her lungs"That sounds familiar"He says,as he remembers that he is in the same boot as her,well kinda"Who is the guy?"He asks out of curiosity

"Some dude named Jared,he wants to dance with me even though i told him that i dont wanna dance with him"She says,bluntly,with an annoyed voice"and i got the feeling that he also wanted to sleep with me"She continues,looking up at the sky,then her eyes wall back to Tony"and do you wanna sleep with him?"Tony asks but also feeling the fact that he already knows the answer to that"No!Hes like super creepy"She says,furrowing her eyebrows"i told him in going to the bathroom like 30 minutes ago and im scared that he will found me"She says,taking a blunt from her cigarette then blowing the smoke out in the air in the other direction so it doesnt go into Tonys face,Tony turns around,to the Big glass double door to the ballroom,as he sees a guy in a red suit,looking around as walking closer to the door

"Is that him?"Tony asks from y/n as his gaze doesnt leave the guy,as he is getting closer to the door.Her head turns to the glass door and her eyes go widen,as she feels her heart miss a beat,it felt like she was a bit dramatic or was it the alcohol getting to her head?"YES"She says loudly,as she sees the guy notice her through the glass,geeting his hand on the door handle,she grabs Tonys suit jacket,making his hips touch the fence,as she quickly put her lips on his.

The kiss was more rushed,forced and quick and as Tony was surprised by the sudden action,he saw the guy open the glass door,so he grabbed her hips bringing their lips together for a more softer kiss,Tony could taste the cig from her lips,but it didnt stop him from going further of his tongue entering her mouth,and their tongue danced together in harmony,as y/n put her hands on the side of his face,trying to keep the cigarette away from his face to not burn him,melting in the kiss,both of them feeling their faces get a bit heated.

The guy looked at the scene disappointed and closed the door and went back to the party.

As she pulled away,Tony stayed in the same position,his eyes a bit widen,like he didnt know what he was doing"well we know whats gonna be in the news next"She said with a small smirk,as she knew that they both had a very big place in the media,Tony couldnt help but chuckle a little

[meliora-box]

OK IM FINALLY GONNA TALK ABOUT ANOTHER GHOAP AU SCENARIO THATS BEEN ON MY MIND FOREVER

So recently the band ghost(ha funny) and recently they came out with two temporary ghouls (the members playing the instruments) and I’ve came up with the idea from that soap in a band fic where HE is one of the temporary ghouls.

So basically how I’ve been thinking about it is he got the spot as the lead guitarist including backup vocals and he’s so excited he’s telling everyone in the 141 and giving them tickets to a close by show and right before telling ghost his news they get into a fight, not sure about what I haven’t gone that far into the idea💀 but anyways after that fight soap was just like “well screw you too” and just leaves for the tour without telling ghost

After a few days ghost gets a little concerned like “where tf is my bf???” And then Gaz and Price come up like “yo you ready for the concert?” And ghost is like “huh???” So they have to explain where soap has been and ghost feels SO bad because he wants to support his bf but he just messed it up by getting into that argument, so he rushes to pack and head with the rest of the guys to the concert, not really knowing who the band is but he’s still gonna support his bf (and his callsign is the same as the band name so he thinks it’s kinda funny)

They get to the venue and right as the begging song “kaisarion” starts and that curtain drops ghost knows EXACTLY which one is his Johnny. The one guitarist with the white guitar that’s super energetic, the big smile that’s visible from the helmet he wears, and the slightly muscular frame you can see even through the all black costume, it’s definitely him. Ghost isn’t even focusing on the song he’s only focusing on soap the whole time, and when his solo came on ghost’s eyes widen and he’s fascinated because why did NOONE tell him his Johnny is so talented?? And his voice when he does backup vocals???? Ghost is just in awe the entire time

Then they get to the near ending and all of a sudden “Mary on a Cross” begins playing and Ghost perks up because this song sounds really familiar. He notices that Soaps mic is more louder for this song and he’s standing closer to the side the 141 are at. Then the line “your beauty never ever scared me” comes on and ghost sees that soap is looking directly at him.

THATS AS CLOSE TO A FANFIC YALL ARE GETTING FROM ME BECAUSE I CANT WRITE FOR SHIT😭 BUT THATS AN IDEA IVE BEEN HAVING AND CONJOINING MY TWO BIGGEST HYPERFIXATIONS TOGETHER IS REALLY FUN??

[nowordsformylove]

jonesmith analysis ep 31-32, 1-10 (part 3)

its here :D

episode 31 aka the shortest episode ever but I had a lot of fun pulling stuff from this one :)

"girls make him break out in a rash" Davy & Mike sensing another fag:

this ep was just Mike torturing Davy heh

Peter: "you know, it's going to be tough to replace a man like Frankie. after all, where do you find a guy that can't sing, act, or surf?"

Mike: "you could go out for the part, Davy."

^ came for him out of no where

manhandling and dragging him around by the scruff of his neck. I love that Mike rolls his eyes in the first gif.

also I love when the guys scoop up Davy at the end and tie him to the volleyball poll (a compromising position for him to be in). Mike shouldve pressed his crotch against Davy when he grabbed him from behind 🙄😔

ep 32

love Mike aggressively manhandling him here, he goes for a full choke... I also think Mike being goofy during the radio show and Davy giggling at everything he says is so fucking cute.

SEASON 2

ep 1 not anything specific to jonesmith I’d say since Davy is kidnapped most of it. I do love Mike's line deliver on "David means business, baby"

also when theyre singing and it looks like Davy is yelling into his ear.

ep 2

using my one video per post early bc theres no way to convey this through a gif

this ep was a great jolenzmith ep as they quite literally say "we're all in this together"so I’d feel too bad cutting Micky out of the jonesmith analysis BUT I will include this frame bc its so cute and silly

ep 3

this scene where Mike tries to barge into the room like a knight in shining armor there to save Davy and Davy is just chillin.

^ my gif doesnt do his little voice break justice.

Mike touching Davy's arm here during the scene where theyre telling Davy not to marry this random girl and Davy's like no im not gunna.

their adorable shenanigans in the background pointed out here.

ep 4

Davy descibing Mike as "comfortable and familiar" cuteee.

damsel in distress bit

Davy straightening Mike's tie is so cute to me and the little hand pat after gahhhhh so soft "take it easy Mike, dont be nervous" I love them

ep 5

waist grab

ep 7

whatever he was doing here

Davy Jones 🤏👏 all ground up.

when they go back to Ella Mae's house and Davy's pants get caught on the nail so he calls out to Mike for help AND his cute little "hiya Mike" when everyone comes running outside. literally only acknowledging Mike in these scenes. I know, he only got two eyes.

ep 8 i love this ep all of the guys are super touchy with each other. I was determined to include every tiny little scene they were in physical contact but it was genuinely too much so i picked my faves (and its still a lot).

Davy's deathgrip on Mike's wasit, as he should.

Mike grabbing Davy when hes startled, role reversal.

kinda went crazy with gif making this ep 🙈 whatever. love is stored in the grabbing of each others arms.

ep 10 gay ass episode

finger sword fight. an analogy to a different type of "sword fighting"

Davy big smile Mike teeny little smile wahhhh. from HERE.

Mike draping his arm over Davy. I am in a coma from this scene

Davy resting his chin on Mike's shoulder AUUGGHHHHHH. + them being cute dorks.

[parfaitfever]

idk if im ever gonna finish this so i'll js post it right now lmk if u want me 2 continue :3

what if project sekai x aikatsu collaboration is real??????

okay so ujm my head keeps thinking what if a pjsk x aikatsu collab happen like what songs they would cover and possible cards, sooo i decided to make this little kinda "what if" post! I will imagine what songs units will cover, possible duets and more!!! (also note im just doing ogkatsu ichigo-akari gen cuz i havent rly watched much of the others, plus im most familiar with ogkatsu)

Lets start with imagining this collab is a big collab, and it has cards featuring aikatsu characters and all (i will explain this at the end of the music discussion!) its such a big collab that it lasts two weeks or perhaps two events (one for ichigo gen, and the other for akari gen maybe) which means there should be 10 collab cards, three gacha cards and two event cards for each event (the usual pjsk 2* will be replaced with a 3*) as for the songs, lets say each unit release 1 unit cover, 1 unit duet and 5 cross duet with unique characters which means 15 songs!!! and there might be dupe songs where it appears in 2 units or more... thats just be struggling to decide who should cover it lols

music discussion!!

before i start doing the music let me tell you how it works! I will seperate the covers into 3 categories: Unit cover, a song sang by the unit (no vocaloids). Unit duet, 1-2 from the same unit sings together with the original singer of the song, ex: minori x akari with song A or minori, haruka x akari, sumire with song B. And lastly crossover duet/crossduets! Its a duet between 2 characters from a different unit with the original singer of the song, something like the cup noodle collab songs that was sung by the siblings from different units! ex: mafuyu, emu x yurika, kaede with song C. I will mostly pay attention to how the songs fits the characters/units aesthetic and how much their voice match the song! I wont be basing them off the lyrics much though. i will be listing 3 possible songs for unitcover and unitduet, while the crossduet will most likely be random thoughts. Now lets start :3

Leo/need

Unit Cover:

1. Hirari/Hitori/Kirari (originally by STAR✩ANIS)

ok i know it doesnt fit much of the band vibes but it still works so well because the song itself feels so sparkly and starry which feels so leoni

2. Friend (originally by 2WingS)

its literally titled friend pkeas aeugh aehk chokes and dies

3. Idol Activity! Rock ver. (Originally by Otoshiro Seira)

Idol activity rock ver is a MUST and its gonna be leonis best cover cuz i can hear ichikas voice echoing, singing this song

Unit duets:

1. Sweet Sp!ce sang by Saki, Shiho x 2WingS (originally by 2WingS)

LISTEN. LISTEN. looking for possible covers for leoni is super hard but THIS. THIS. THIS!!!!

2. Signalize! sang by Honami, Ichika x Soleil (originally by Soleil)

i am runnig oit of ideas for leoni....

3. Kindan Hide & Seek sang by Shiho, Honami x Yurika, Seira, Sumire (originally by Yurika, Seira, Sumire)

photokatsu songs would probably the least likely ones

More more jump!

i have so much ideas for this cuz this is the core inspo/reason for me to make this especially how minori is so much like akari

Unit cover:

1. Let's Aikatsu! (originally sang by Luminas)

ITS LITERALLY LETS AIKATSU. GUYS GUSYY I CAN IMAGINE THEM DANCING ON STAGE SINGING "kimi ni smile ashite ni yume... aikatsu shiyo ... ready go!"

2. SHINING LINE* (originally by soleil)

imawatashi tachi no tsunaguu muneno naka ... kirameku lineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee dum durum dum durum dumdurururum i love this somuch it fits the idol theme so well

3. Calendar girl (originallyy by soleil)

YOU DONT KNOW HOW HARD THE DECISION IS OKAY. I WAS ABOUT TO PUT FASHION CHECK IN AND WAS LIKE "WAIT. CALENDAR GIRL." i will make honorable mention for this sobs

unit cover honorable mentions!

fashion check

shining sky on the g string

good morning my dream

Unit duets:

1. Prism spiral sang by Shizuku, Haruka x Aoi (originally by Aoi)

the blues all together !! cant wait to see them walk on the runway

2. START DASH SENSATION Minori x akari (originally by akari)

what? do i need to elaborate????????? guys. guys ITS LITERALLY *sighs* please understand me its them .. theyre the same /pos bro bro imagine them talking about haruka/ichigo hoky shit!!!!!!!!!! theyre besties i say so

[crowning-art]

TGCF SPOILERS

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ok, ok Ok OK

OK I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY FOR TODAY'S READ OH MY GOD WHAT IN THE ABSOLUTE HELL WHAT EVEN

ok no, let's get through this calmly EFNOENFOEINF I DUNNO HOW I"LL DO THAT BUT OK

YALL NO WAY NO WAY

NO FREAKING WAY

HE DID IT!!! THE RED STEING OF FATE!! MY MAN'S NOT ONLY PULLED UP THE STRING, BUT TIED IT HIMSELF AROUND XIE LIAN'S FINGER

I AM SKREICHING RJFNFJF UGH I CANT EVEN SPELL IM LOSING MY MIND RN

On the third finger of his left hand was a very thin red string, and it was Hua Cheng who had personally tied it on him. This red string also extended out, long and ceaselessly connecting with the red string knotted around Hua Cheng’s finger.

Hua Cheng raised his own hand and showed him the tiny red butterfly knot that was now identical on both their fingers. He smiled.

“Now we’re joined together.

HE TOOK FATE IN HIS OWN HANDS AND CHOSE HIS OWN SOULMATE OH MY GOD DJXJXJCJXJNC

But then, to crush my spirits....

This string won’t break, and won’t grow shorter. If the string doesn’t break, then it means the person on the other end is alright. Unless the person is no more, otherwise, this string will for sure lead to the other.”

“What do you mean ‘no more’?” Xie Lian asked.

“Dead, or dissipated,” Hua Cheng explained

I dunno why but I don't like the implications of this....Hua Cheng MY BOI MY PAL I SAW FANART OF YOU BECOMING A LITTLE GHOST OR SMT I DUNNO U BETTER NOT BREAK THIS STRING DONT U DARE MAKE THIS FORSHADOWING

Heheheh live reaction of me reading this section:

Just then, a hand suddenly stretched out, seizing his wrist without fault. Xie Lian was alarmed.

“WHO?!”

The moment he opened his mouth it was filled with a mouthful of mud, and he spat it out miserably. As for that hand, it clutched him and pulled, pulling him into someone’s arms, a familiar voice coming from above his head.

“Gege, it’s me!”

Hearing that voice, Xie Lian’s entire person relaxed. He hugged the other tightly, blurting,

“…Thank goodness, the red string didn’t break. I really did find you!”

Hua Cheng also embraced him back tightly, speaking with conviction, “It didn’t break! I’ve found you too.”

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Ok FUN TIMES ARE OVER NOW GOODBYE CUTESY STUFF WELCOME DREADFUL AND TRAGIC STUFF

Me reading Yin Yu and Qi Ying's story:

So first of all, BABY QI YING IS SO DAMN CUTE?? AND FOR WHAT????? all like YA LETS FIGHT!! and he's raising his itty bitty cutie patootie little fists and he's acc so adorable oh my god

Yin Yu took a look at the child sitting on the ground, and he crouched down. Before he even opened his mouth, this little child scooped a handful of mud and threw it at his face, his expression still excited.

Ok, this line deserves a whole essay

There must be “fanaticism” towards something before one can achieve a state of “godly”.

Like that absolute truth of the matter?? The obsession one has with anything makes them go into such nitty gritty details and observe patterns that others would overlook simply on account of FANATICISM, yknow? And it's so explicitly seen in everything from master chefs to world renowned artists to the most brilliant of scientists. Truly to be a master, you must have a madness and obsession for the craft first.

Truly one of my favorite lines in the book so far

Haha when I read this part, I had a mental image of Xie Lian and Hua Cheng sitting in a theater eating popcorn and Xie Lian is like ohhhhhh can we watch this part too lmao

Watching up to this point, Xie Lian commented, “People really shouldn’t joke lightly.”

“Indeed,” Hua Cheng said. “Half a year later when Quan Yizhen actually ascends, he won’t find it so funny anymore.”

“Can we watch that part too?” Xie Lian asked.

“We can. Hold on,” Hua Cheng replied.

This was kinda cute but I guess knowing everything now, just kinda sad...

Xie Lian had also heard that Yin Yu, as shixiong, would always gift Quan Yizhen a present on his birthdays.

ABSOLUTE MOOD JIAN YU LMAOOOOO

He called out to Jian Yu, “Help me find something, quick, something that can temporarily be used as a gift.”

Jian Yu grabbed a rag cloth and threw it onto the ground. He stomped at it twice before saying hatefully, “Give this to him."

Ok but I'm seeing such a contrasting yet parallel relationship between beefleaf and Qi Ying and Yin Yu. I will probably talk about that more next time because it's a lot lol but like this is such an excellent example of it (that I will explain later lmao)

Yin Yu’s smile became stiffer. What he couldn’t take on, Quan Yizhen took on so effortlessly.

This was very much like a situation where you just couldn’t win over a girl you loved, and she ignored you completely, but when she ran into the arms of someone else in tears, this someone else couldn’t even be bothered to spare her a look and instead turned around to tell you how she was only average, nothing to be amazed by. Truly, what a bitter feeling.

God yes I truly understood exactly how Xie Lian felt because it was so agonizing and awkward to watch everything go down between the oblivious Qi Ying and the slowly maddening Yin Yu....

And like the part where he tells him GO DIE and everything that happened after and the instant regret and broken feeling Yin Yu went through and just he gave and gave and gave and gave and got nothing while Qi Ying got everything and more and frustration of watching him act like nothing happened because suddenly it makes YOU look like you're the jerk and that youre just being over dramatic and the absolute hate that started festering simply on account of outside influence from the other disciples and later on, the heavenly court (or maybe outside influence was just an excuse and the problem lay dormant within) and to have your hubris and jealousy and pride ruin what was good or so you thought and suddenly you go back and think about all the past memories and it's like wait, was it ever good a-

Ok I'll stop lol

Quan Yizhen was still very confused. He looked back and saw Yin Yu sitting on the ground, so he crawled to stand up, seeming to want to help him up. Seeing that completely oblivious face matched with a background of his smashed divine palace, Yin Yu was still silent but his face was slowly contorting.

Quan Yizhen didn’t know what transpired at all, and asked, “Shixiong, what are you doing?”

“…”

It was like Yin Yu suddenly lost all sanity. He puffed an abrupt laugh, then shouted with eyes brimming red:

“GO DIE!”

I just... really feel for both parties, yknow? And back to classic statement I keep saying, who can u even blame? Whose at fault? Nothing is black and white here, it never was and never will be....

ALSO

I called it

I CALLED IT

I CALLED IT AND I FINALLY GOT SMT RIGHT FOR ONCE AND IM SO HAPPY BUT SO CONFUSED BUT SO HAPPY CUZ I GOT IT RIGHT HAHA I KNEW WE WOULD SEE MORE XIANLE PEEPS DJJXJC

He twitched his lips and muttered without a sound, “Guoshi?!”

The person on the other side of the stone wall had the exact same voice as the esteemed master who once taught him in the Kingdom of Xianle.

But also....WTF???? UMMM WHY IS HE HERE??? WHATS GOING ON???? IS MY WUYONG THEORY CORRECT??? I DONT EVEN KNOW WHICH ONE BUT IS IT CORRECT??? CUZ LIKE JUN W-

(Fineeee i won't speak of Jun Wu again, but like alsooooo he's sooooo a part of something I can't help it and I just don't know what it is AND ITS BOTHERING ME BEYOND WORDS)

[cobaltcarbonpotassium420]

sorry this is a totally rambly (real word?? idk if it not then I've just made it up you're welcome) little train of thought kinda post about the girl, so confusing version with lorde because I've seen so many posts about it on tiktok either from people who are just trying to go viral with rage bait and being purposely obtuse or from people with absolutely zero media literacy. this is mostly my own thoughts on it (mostly lorde's verse) because im not at uni and I don't have my pookie to talk to about it over a bottle of wine and a pack of cigs at 2 in the morning :(

anyway this is mostly about these four lines from lorde's verse

I never thought for a second My voice was in your head "Girl, you walk like a bitch" When I was ten someone said that

there's def TONNES of discourse about it elsewhere online and what I'm saying is likely a repetition of it and this is just my interpretation voiced really badly but I need an outlet. the lines are separated by phrasing in the music, but I think there's for sure there's a connection between them (I mean of course there would be, but I think a lot of people are separating the latter two lines from the former because of the change in music and it being a better hook in ways?). it's the fact that lorde mentions how "Girl, you walk like a bitch" is something that was said to her when she was super young, and yet it still plays on her mind, which ties back to her not realising how her own music and success was probably on Charli's mind a lot because women are pitted against each other constantly, to the point where it's something I think that comparison is something most of us do subconsciously and on a daily basis. I know I compare how I look to random women walking down the street, or I compare my academic success to my friends.

also weighing heavy on my mind is the fact that lorde mentions that she was only ten when someone said that. of course we don't know whether this actually happened, but from the perspective of the speaker in the song it did. girls are taught from such a young age that they are constantly being watched and judged (what is it that Margaret Atwood said about women being their own voyeurs? slight sidetrack but its another thing to think about in connection to how girls are raised) and the way you walk at that age isn't something you're actively thinking about. in fact, it isn't even when you're older. you just walk the way you walk, but such minuscule details are picked apart because girls are expected to live up to an unrealistic standard.

I saw a post where someone was criticising (I think) the song because the insult "Girl, you walk like a bitch" is such a stupid insult?? I mean, what does it even mean?? but to me that's the whole point. even the song title points it out - how confusing it is to be a girl. women and girls have such high, even contradictory, expectations to live up to, and when they somehow manage to achieve them, people will come up with a new insecurity for them. we see it all of the time just with the trends surrounding women's appearances and bodies, but it comes up in other aspects of women's lives too.

the language that line uses is also so important. referring to someone as "girl" like that is a typically more familiar way of talking to them. it's not a term you use with total strangers, or even acquaintances (I personally wouldn't anyway) but rather someone who you know well-ish. and it goes back to how women are taught from a young age to see all women as competition, as someone to compare yourself to and as someone who you should try to be better than. even now I find myself comparing myself to close friends, and they've confessed that they do the same, because that constant self reflection is something which young girls are taught to do. girls have to be self aware to some extent so that they can continue scrutinising themselves.

anyway ramble over!! if anyone has thoughts pls share!! I'd love to hear what others think since my interpretation is coloured by my experiences in the world. much love <3

[sleepyrxsetea]

im finally posting some writing!!!!

the two characters in this are from the story im writing with my friend and these two characters are in a qpr in the story! i one day was feeling angsty however so…i wrote a thing where they both have ‘amnesia’ of sorts where the don’t remember each other but feel strong deja vu when meeting again :)

later i think im gonna post a part i wrote of the story with them (and it’s a part I spent way too long on for a rough draft)

but, for now, please enjoy! (its also a bit rough please bear in mind and also really cringe. im really bad at writing this kinda thing)

Adrastus stared at their bed. Why did it look so empty? Why did it feel like something was missing like a pillow or a blanket or maybe even someone to help fill the space?

A tear slid down their cheek as they continued to stare. This has never happened before. Not even after he died. It never looked empty or felt empty. He slowly let himself down on the bed and sprawled out on it to try and fill the space but it still felt not right.

Someone was supposed to be with him, but who?

He continued to lay there and look at the ceiling. The more he stared the more he felt empty too, like a piece was gone. Not that he knew what piece that was. 

After so long that his room became dark, he launched himself forward and for a split second they thought they saw someone. Dark blue hair tied into a braid.

Blood red eyes that softened the moment Adrastus saw them. 

A small smile that crinkled the corners of their eyes. 

A smile they knew.

Who was it though?

He didn’t know.

He slowly forgot about the person he saw. His bed still felt empty and after more and more time passed he felt like he was swimming through a void, but what was he to do?

He went for coffee before his shift weeks later, a small place with cheap coffee only a block away. He never went there, always something drawing him to go anywhere else, but in a time crunch, there he found himself in the small shop. Booths full of sleep deprived college students and friends just having a chat. No line though, thank god.

He placed his order, no matter where he went, always the same drink, an iced coffee with almond milk and hazelnut syrup, and waited. It wasn’t a long wait but he still sat down to satisfy his aching knees.

“Adrastus? Did I say that right? Sure hope I did.” A soft voice came from the pick up counter. A soft voice that felt comforting and like they’ve heard it a million times before.

Adrastus didn’t know what was going on with him. First his bed feeling empty and now this voice. He slowly made his way over to the counter.

“Adrastus?!” The voice said again and Adrastus awkwardly raised his hand.

“Right here. Sorry for the wai-” he froze.

Their eyes were locked, yellow meeting red, blood red.

Dark blue hair tied back into a messy braid.

He couldn’t see their face because of a mask but their eyes crinkled in the corners.

The memory came back.

The person they saw in their bedroom, it was them.

“I’m sorry.” They shook their head and looked away. “I feel like I’ve known you for a long time.”

“Likewise.” Adrastus let out a long breath and finally found the strength to move all the way up to the counter to take his iced coffee from them.

“Sorry, but what’s your name?” Adrastus took the coffee. 

“Ace.”

“Ace.” He repeated, the name felt familiar on his tongue.

Silence passed.

“I’m so sorry, I feel like I’m being awkward. You're the customer, I should be helping you not-“

“No no. I’m the one who's making it awkward. You don’t need to-“

“But I’m the one who-“

“Sure but I…this is dumb.” Adrastus shook his head before blurting out, “Ace, could I get your number?”

“Umm, yeah. Yeah sure. Let me write it down on a napkin for you.” Ace searched for a marker and scribbled numbers onto a napkin, passing it to them.

“Thanks. I really appreciate this. See you around, Ace.”

“Yeah, you too Adrastus.”

Don’t leave me, please, love don’t leave.

thank you so much for reading!!! i really appreciate it!! hope you have an amazing day/evening/night!!!

[istherewifiinhell]

can i offer u a sampling experience of being sad abt the ninja turtles.

[images descriptions same as alt text]

[ID: Cover of a hardcover copy of The Last Ronin. An older ninja turtle in full black garb and eye mask, is seem from behind looking to the side. On his back prominently shown are a bo staff, katana, and a sai, along with less distinct short cylindrical weapons, chains, and rope. END ID]

direct spoilers ahead. obv.

i mean. I know who it is. cause. internet. but it is cool to read and think about, the writing techniques, the visual language, and how their being used to both obscure and hint. so. if u found this post and dont wanna know. last chance. imma just use his name from here.

[ID: Two panels. 1. Mikey wading through knee high muck facing away. He says "Stay behind if it bothers you that much" and an off panel voice replies "Hey-- where *you* go, *we* go. You *know* that." 2. Close up of Mikey's face, he looks grim and says "Yeah. I know." End ID]

Absolutely delicious. Chewing my arm from the get. What could that mean? Who could be speaking. (-> knows this)

[ID: Mikey seen from the front, hes gesturing with a sai in hand and saying "Doesn't matter. The plan *stays* the same. I just need to get from *here*..." Behind him are the less detailed shapes of 3 other turtles, without extra clothing and armament, but with the same black eye masks. END ID]

YOU KNOW??? Ambiguity in story telling and also. Playing in that. Every time u have a new iteration, there can be new rules....

[ID: Mikey in a cautious crouch, arms ready in front of him. Off panel a voice says "How, tough guy? Grab a cab? That's a long-ass *hump*, and a mutant packed head to toe with weapons don't exactly *blend* in." A second voice says, "He's right-- we're *inside* the walls now. Security will be off the charts." Mikey replies "Tell me something a little more obvious. 'Sides, you know the drill..." END ID]

Character voice writing....... im so. Do u have a long standing relationship with these characters, we're gonna use that familiarity. To hurt u.

[ID: The three indistinct turtles with Mikey again, the tallest of which says "Good luck with that." Mikey, who faces away from them says "Luck's got *nothing to do with it. *Do*..." END ID]

(^first time seeing them and speaking at the same time)

[ID: Mikey seen from a low angle, framed with purple light, looking down. He says "What the hell?". Voice 1 says, "Is that... A *human* inside that armor?" Voice 2, "Looks like some kind of cyborg, I think. More synthetic than human." Voice 3, "A synthetic ninja? A stinkin' *synja!* What kind of sick freak *does* that to someone?" END ID]

[Has to take a moment] :')... u know.... my boys. my sweet boys... Anyway. This is one like. Oh yeah I know who everyone is, but if u didn't, there's kinda a fun trap in like. Who do you *think* makes the most puns. Tho safe to say Donnie gives himself away the most.

[ID: Mikey running, sunset city scape behind him, the weapons on his back clearly visible again. One voice says "Smooth moves." and another "Classic-- You *still* can't fly ten feet in a straight line." Mikey with his teeth grit says "Whatever. Shut up." END ID]

Could. Literally any force on earth stop ur brothers from chirping you after u crash a flying techno car. No <3.

[ID: Two panels. 1. Mikey, snarling as he looks at something over his shoulder. His narration boxes read "And now, after decades of murder and death... I've had *enough*." A voice says "Think you just ran outta *miracles*, bro..." 2. A bustling techno city area, with a place for flying cars to park. There are many armed figures around. A red narration box with its text in quotations reads "We've been in tough spots before, but that's practically *impossible*." END ID]

Long standing character trait of Mikey's good luck/belief in positive thinking subversion... also. You know classic comic book with their yellow narration boxes. Well, it didn't photograph so much but Mikey's are, subtly but def, more orange. So. HMMMM

[ID: A shot of Mikey from behind, kneeling in a place filled with pipes and lit a harsh red. Hes taken off most of his extra clothes, but kept the black mask. In front of him on the ground his and his brothers weapons are laid horizontally, and over them vertically, are each of their colourful eye masks. His narration boxes read "I miss my *brothers*. So much." End ID]

[Laying dead on the floor] someone get the sad 'you can't replace a brother' quote.... inconsolable.

Not pictured... by the way, and this gets a little. word. explicit violence and suicide attempt.... hes bleeding out after failing this, you know, last ditch suicide mission, and he takes out his sentimental belongings. (his dads journal too, also not pictured). and... is gonna run himself thru with leos now shattered katana. DESPITE. The protestations of one of the voices. who. he tells to shut up... like. okay. okay.

and just to keep a more casual talk with. spoiler outta the tags where id usually put it: its like. me and bro (who got me this!) both like. well. yeah ofc. last ronin is mikey. everyone knows this. ive seen posts. ask other brother. "is it... Leo?". no. book thats meant to hurt u. michelangelo WAS. a party dude.... now heres the saddest shit you ever did see.

in general. loving this. my fav activity of. like seeing a stories foreshadowing and well. i already know some things/doesnt even seem like they dont WANT u to put those pieces together. just. its interesting for the. I'm already really interested in how each adaption characterizes the turtles. and this is like. okay now put those skills to work. AND, the like. whose he talking to -> oh its his brothers -> are they actually there -> doesnt seem like it -> are they literal ghosts or metaphorical ghosts. which one, another fav topic of mine. two, even if im pretty sure they aren't literal ghosts, i still dont technically know, and THREE. my first turtle media (2018 show) DOES have literal ghosts in it. SO!!!

theres a little more after this in this. issue/volume that i did read,but did not get pics, but like yet more spoiler, he doesn't die in the first issue! lol. and theres some friendly faces, and a very wistfully unconscious guy dreams of a better time scene. (that also uses unmasked turtles to obscure the who's who of it all). I will probably revisit them. but the last page does have the name reveal and a "who are u talking to" like. can u image live reading that. id lose my mind. I knew all that and I still lost my mind.

I cannot BELIEVE i have work when theres being sad abt the ninja turtles i could be doing

[haiseovo]

Scary Movies

ghostface smut bb

warnings: NSFW, orgasm denial, slight noncon if you look hard enough, corruption, oral(fem! receiving), fem!reader, virgin sex, penetrative sex, ghostface is his own warning. voice kink, and of course my mediocre writing skills. im working on it ok.

A/N: i couldn't decide which ghostface i wanted to write for, so i kinda left it up in the air. anyways, please enjoy!

to say you were exhausted from work and school would have been an understatement. from the annoying getting bumped into in the hallways of school to the rude customers that just couldn't seem to understand you didn't have the VHS they were looking for at their store, you felt dead, barely managing to make it through your front door without collapsing, dragging your feet lazily, your entire body feeling like dead weight. you sluggishly managed to get up the stairs and head to your bathroom, not surprised to find that your parents weren't home, again. they were probably out on another one of their ‘business trips’, leaving you money on the counter, enough for what looked like a weeks worth of food. well, at least you have the house to yourself. you washed off the aches and pains of the day, scrubbing away every last reminder of the people you truly couldn't stand, the steamy water helping to loosen your joints and muscles, relaxing you after a few minutes of just standing in it. you dried off and threw on an oversized halloween shirt, some shorts, and fluffy socks, as comfortable as can be. you slid carelessly down the stairs and plopped down on the living room couch, popping in a random VHS from the pile of tapes your work had let you take home, smiling as the familiar intro of ‘the texas chainsaw massacre’ started playing. since it was a friday, you could actually take time to enjoy the movies you brought home, thank god. the only light in the room was provided by your tv, not really minding it since you happened to like the dark anyways. you were still tense from you day as the movie droned on, but there wasn't much you could do about that. you groaned as you heard the house phone start to ring, the sound causing an aching buzzing to stir in your brain, feeling a headache approaching. you huffed out a puff of air as you pulled yourself from the comfort of your couch, going to answer it. “hello, who is this?” the person on the other line questions, their voice shocking you. it was deep and raspy, the gravely nature of it making heat rise to your cheeks. “who were you looking for?” you answered the question with a question, unsure as to why the person on the other line would be calling someone they didn't know. how strange. “im not sure, but i think i found them.” you could almost hear the smirk in his voice, his tone a flirtatious purr, easily flustering you. you don't know why you didn't just hang up, maybe you liked the attention he seemed to want to give you, or maybe you were just bored, but you stayed on the line. “so, do you like scary movies?” he hummed out curiously, earning a small smile from you. “i do, i adore them as a matter of fact.” you chirped happily, and a soft raspy chuckle is heard on the other line, you being too cute for your own good. “what's your favorite scary movie?” gosh this man seemed to be playing 21 questions with you here, but you allowed it. “hmm...halloween!” you finally answered after a moment of thinking. “oh, i liked that one. it was scary.” his voice was smooth as he said that, drawing out the last syllable in just the right way. “it was more gory than anything in my opinion. what about you huh? what's your favorite scary movie?” you were starting to get more and more curious by the second, the man on the other line raising a particular kind of interest in you. “guess.” he said with a chuckle, making you pout a bit. he just wouldn't give you a straight answer would he? “umm...you seem like a friday the thirteenth kind of guy.” you giggled out, and the man soon joined in on your soft laughter. “yeah? i guess i am a big fan of the classics like that.” you hopped up to sit on the counter, swaying your legs as you held the phone to your ear. before you could make more conversation the man spoke up again. “what's your name, sweetheart?” he asked oh so curiously, as if he didn't already know the answer to that question, you entertained him anyways though. “its (y/n). what about you?” a soft sound was heard on the other line, but you couldn't quite tell what it was. “(y/n), what a pretty name for a pretty girl. you got a boyfriend, (y/n)?” you melted at the way he said your name, not even mad that he didn't answer your question. your heart fluttered at his tone, easily swooning you. call you old school, who cares, but you could totally fall in love with this faceless man. “why, you want to take me out?” you did your best attempt at flirting, though, you didn't have much experience. “maybe...do you have a boyfriend?” this time his voice sounded more hopeful, so you decided to mess with him. “hmm, no, but maybe you could fix that for me?” you tried to sound mature, but the light giggle in your tone was a dead give away to your blatant inexperience. “i’d like that.” that man on the phone said, his voice dropping an octave, making your heart race in your chest. “great! name a time and a place and we can meet up!” god, you were so gullible. “your place, right now. you should really start locking your doors, (y/n)...” your heart stopped as the line went dead. you were too scared to move, to scared to breathe, left alone in your pitch black kitchen, the only light coming from the tv in the living room. it was nowhere near enough to let you see clearly. you slowly, and extremely hesitantly, slid off the counter, trembling as your socks made contact with the ground. you screamed in fear as you were suddenly grabbed and shoved back onto the counter, a hand wrapped around your throat. there, standing in front of you, was a man in all black. he towered over you, hood over his head, boots having trailed in rain from outside, and a Ghostface mask obscuring his features. the worst part? he was brandishing a bloodied hunting knife in his gloved hand. your eyes darted from the mask to the blade, and then back up to the mask, staring up pathetically into the blacks of the masks eyes. you could barely make anything out, cursing your past self for not turning on the kitchen light when you answered the phone. you swallowed thickly, just barely being able to find your voice. “a-are you...are you going to kill me..?” your voice was soft, tremoring from terror, insanely fearful of what was going to come, silently hoping that if he did kill you it would be quick and painless. though, you doubted it. the man chuckled darkly, moving his hand from your neck to your jaw, holding you in place as he leaned in. “depends...if you are good for me, i might just let you live. would you like that, pretty girl?” his voice was so much more intimidating in person, the rasp so much more evident. it terrified you, but you wanted to live, so you just nodded up at him dumbly. 

you couldn't see it, but behind the mask, the man had a cruel smirk on his face. you were innocent, soft, and pliable. he was going to destroy you, he knew that much. whether you lived in the end or not was entirely up to you. he released your jaw slowly, as if hesitant and weary that you would try to escape or fight, and much o his delight, you stayed put, waiting for orders. you must really value your life, huh? “alright, i've only got two rules for you tonight.” he started, grabbing your thighs roughly and spreading them enough for him to stand in between, his arms on either side of you, preventing you from squirming away even if you wanted to. “one, keep your eyes closed unless i say otherwise. don't open them until i say so.” he said as he put a hand over your eyes, signaling for you to close them, to which you complied. your dark world just became pitch, and you were too nervous to attempt to open them again once he moved his hand. you heard some shuffling for a second before the man spoke up again, his lips now exposed, and right by your ear. “two, don't cum until i give you permission. got all that, pretty girl?” his voice was soft in your ear, his breath fanning against your flesh, stirring goosebumps on your skin. you nodded to show you understood, unable to find your voice al of a sudden. “good.” that was the only warning you got before a pair of lips met yours. the kiss was rough and needy, Ghostface grabbing a fistfull of your hair to keep you in place, humming in approval when you didn't struggle against his advances, but instead allowed him to do what he wanted. like a pretty little doll for him, weren't you? his teeth sunk into your bottom lip, making you gasp, a perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your warm mouth and claim every nook and cranny, playing with your tongue in a battle for dominance that you ultimately lost. after what felt like years but also only seconds he pulled away, peppering kisses and bites down your jaw and neck, marking up every inch of skin he could reach. his lips never left your flesh, opting to cut off your offensive clothing instead of taking the time to take them off. he shoved you back down on the counter, the cold granite assaulting your heated skin, cooling it off as ghostface warmed it back up. his lips found your nipples, licking and sucking on one before sinking his teeth in, making you yelp and arch your back into him. he laid his tongue flat against it to soothe the burn of the bite, flicking it against the perky nub before giving the other one the same treatment, his hand slipping down into your shorts as his mouth occupied your chest. he slid his hand into your panties, groaning into your skin when he felt just how wet you were, making his cock ache in his pants. he couldn't help but want to skip the foreplay and fuck you senseless then and there, but he kept his composure, wanting to take his sweet time with you. he was quick to find your clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves, watching as your mouth fell open and you raised your hips to meet his touch. he removed his touch for a moment, earning a desperate needy whine from you, quickly silenced as he tore your shorts and panties clean off of your body, leaving you utterly bare to him. how cute, he spread your legs forcibly, admiring the sticky glistening mess between your thighs. he ran two gloved fingers though your fold, collected your slick to rub on your sensitive clit before sliding back down and pushing right into your tight walls. you gasped and moaned, attempting to close your legs, only to be held still by ghostface as he jerked his fingers in and out of you. he shoved them all the way in to the knuckle, watching as your back arched up a bit when he curled them up to hit that sweet spot in you, relishing how you tightened so nicely around just two of his fingers. the stretch was more than anything you'd done before, which only made you nervous for what was in his pants. you felt that coil in your stomach tighten a bit, worried that you would cum without permission, but relaxing when the fingers were finally taken out, only to panic again when they were replaced with a long, warm, wet tongue assaulting your walls. you keened and kept your eyes clamped shut, your hands trailing down and tangling in the mess of hair that rested between your thighs, devouring you like a starved man. his nose nuzzled into your clit as he tongue fucked you, moaning at how sweet you tasted, desperate for more. the vibrations sent shocks straight through your loins, drawing out sounds you didn't even know you could make. “youve got such a sweet pussy baby, i'm just dying for more.” his voice rang in your ears like a melody, the dirty talk making your walls tighten around his tongue as it hit that sweet spot once more. “fuck- please! just like-ah that!” you were a slutty mess beneath him before you knew it, fingers pulling on his hair as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as he nestled further into your sex. his fingers soon replaced his tongue as it went up to circle around your clit, flicking it, occasionally nibbling on it just to hear you squeal pathetically. you felt like you were on edge, struggling to pull away, wanting to be good so you didn't lose your life at the end of the night. “n-no more! please, i-im gonna cum-ah! please!” you begged in short choked sobs, only earning a harsh suck to your clit, thankfully you had enough willpower to not allow it to send you over edge. he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in again, his fingertips brushing against that spot in you that had you choking on air. “aw, i wasn't done with my meal.” he huffed out. Ghostface finally pulled away, and your body relaxed, only to tense again as you were picked up. instinctually you wrapped your legs around the large man, your arms around his neck as he carried you to the living room, putting you on the couch. he positioned you with your face down and ass up, your back facing him. your thighs trembled, you knew what was coming next, but that didn't make you any less afraid. 

you heard the sound of a belt buckle, followed by a zipper, before the couch dipped beneath you. you were on the verge of tears when you felt something hot and thick prod at your entrance. you were going to let a psycho take your virginity. the thought made your walls clench around nothing, and your mind fuzzy with guilt, “p-please be gentle...its my first time..” you pleaded softly. the air was silent for a second before you felt the warmth of ghostface hovering behind you, his mouth by your ear once more. “oh, baby, don't you know?” he sounded like he was pitying you for a second, like a mother talking to a child. he ran the tip of his cock up and down your slit teasingly. “the pain is the best part.” he growled out before his teeth sunk into the side of your neck, plunging his cock into you in one sharp thrust. you gasped and cried, shaking and sobbing beneath him as he started at a brutal pace. the tip of his cock threatened to break through your cervix, the stretch almost unbearable to a point where you were scared he was going to actually break your poor little pussy. blood dripped down your thighs and onto his, but all that did was stir him on. one hand was wrapped firmly around the back of your neck, keeping your face pushed against the couch, while the other was at your waist, pulling you back into his brutal thrusts. “hah-fuck! you're so tight baby, so fucking good for me.” he grunted out, pushing all the way into you and staying there for a moment, just to relish how you clenched around him so nicely. he pressed himself into you, your back flush against his chest, his arms caging you in as he let you cock warm him for a few minutes, wanting to hear you moan and scream for him, not just cry. he kissed over where he bit previously, brushing your hair out of the way so he could get to the base of your neck. “so fucking tight, its like you were made for taking my cock. your slutty little cunt takes it so nice.” he groaned as he felt your walls flutter around him at his words, making him smirk evilly. he rolled his hips into yours, grinding inside of you, listening intently to the way you whimper and try to hold back moans. “oh? you like that?” he pulled out slowly, leaving just the tip in before he slammed his hips back into you, earning a gasp and loud moan. “fuck!” you cried out. “you like it when i degrade you, huh? like it when i tell you how slutty you are, how cock hungry you cute little cunt is?” he teased as he kept ramming into you, growling when he didn't get an answer. he pulled out and flipped you over onto your back, quickly forcing your legs up to your chest as he re-entered you, continuing at the rough pace. “look at me.” he hissed through his teeth, and you reluctantly obliged, being met with the ghostface mask one more, the room providing a bit more light than the kitchen thankfully, so you got to relish the few details you were able to see, “tell me you like it, fucking whore.” he was hitting so much deeper than before, it was driving you crazy. he lifted the mask just enough to expose his lips, attacking your neck and collarbones. “i-i like it! oh-fuck yes! i love it when you call me a whore!” what a dumb little girl, getting corrupted so easily? what would mommy and daddy think, that would be fun to see. Ghostface chuckled as he felt you nearing your release, your nails digging into his back and shoulders as you tried to hold it off for as long as possible. “aw, what a good little whore, you wanna cum for me? yeah? wanna cum all over this cock baby?” he mocked, only to have you nodding in agreement, drool starting to drip from your swollen lips. “beg for it, slut. beg for me to let you cum.” he ordered darkly, and you were more than happy to listen. “please, please! i wanna cum! i need it so bad!” he wasn't impressed. “is that all you got, come on, you can do better than that.” he wasn't going to make it that easy for you. tears leaked from your eyes, streaming down your flushed cheeks, you could hardly think. “please, please Ghostface! i need to cum! i want. you to cum in me, ill be a good whore i promise! just please let me cum!” thats better. “if i let you cum, you'll end up stuck with me. you'll be mine baby, wouldn't you like that? to be my own personal cocksleeve, to be bred whenever i wanted?” his voice was starting to get strained, he was going to cum soon if he kept this up. “yes! yes! i wanna be yours, all yours! nobody else's!” you were basically sobbing at this point, your cunt throbbing and leaking with juices, painfully erotic sounds coming from its violent assault. “good girl, good-fucking-girl! go ahead, cum for me, cum all over my cock baby!” he groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck, fingers drawing quick circles on your clit, sending you over edge. you came with a loud moan, your pussy spasming and tightening around ghostfaces cock, only pushing him over edge. you saw white, pure hot pleasure taking you over as Ghostface fucked you through your orgasm. you panted and your legs trembled as he pumped you full of his warm cum, filling you up to the brim and watching it leak out of you. he gave you a minute to recollect yourself, he himself a panting sweaty mess. finally, he pulled away. slowly sliding his cock out of you with a groan, you whimpering in response. he held one of your legs to keep yourself exposed, smirking beneath the mask as he watches his cum drip out of your swollen and abused cunt. you were a mess, drool and tears dripping down your face, your hair wild and falling every which way. your skin was bruised and red everywhere, and your legs were still shaking from the after glow of your orgasm. you were too pretty to kill, even if ghostface wanted to. he fixed his mask and tucked himself back in his pants, brushing your hair out of your face. “i'll be back tomorrow, so be ready for that.” he said in an almost sweet way before getting up and leaving you there on the couch, the movie from before completely forgotten about. 

[silverdelirium]

THE DRAWER | P.P X T.N

the ending was kinda rushed im sorry

summary: theo and pansy fuck you after waking you up and seeing you naked.

warnings: daddy and mommy kink, heavy smut, this is filthy lmao😭

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“y/n wake the fuck up!” a loud voice said in your ear, startling you awake. “pansy! what the fuck? i was taking a nap” you mumbled, pulling up the covers and rolling to your side, your right leg bent up.

you heard pansy gave a sigh and mumble a theo! as you slowly took notice of the rumbling going around you, which you presumed belonged to theodore snooping through your things. you peeled your eye open and caught sight of the brunette going through your drawers. more specifically the drawer.

“hey!” you yelled in anxiousness, sitting up and revealing your bare chest, blanket falling to your hips. theo turned around with a mischievous grin and a vibrator on his hand, eyes wide at your naked top half. pansy gave a disbelieving chuckle at the sight, yet growing wet at the thought of her best friend using the sex toy on her.

“well, well, well” taunted theodore. “what do we have here, hm princess?” he mocked, pants tightening when he saw your flushed state and pansy’s amused one.

“i- i can explain.” you said, completely forgetting about your breasts out on display for their hungry eyes. “why don’t you show us instead” spoke pansy in a low tone.

“i- what?” you said in pure confusion, swearing that you heard her wrong. “you heard her, show us how you play with that pretty pussy” demanded theo, bulge now very apparent as he slowly walked to your side, pansy on the other.

you were dripping onto your sheets at this point, their shameless talk turning you on to no end.

pansy grabbed the hem of your blanket and dragged it down, revealing your fully naked state.

your mouth was still agape, yet you managed to nod and lean back onto the headboard, swallowing hard. pansy unbuttoned her shirt while theo grabbed ahold of your knees and spread your legs, groaning when he saw your glistening cunt. he handed you the toy that you took with shaky hands, heart rate speeding.

pansy was now on the bottom of the bed with only her undergarments on. theo started taking off his shirt too, watching intently as you turned on the toy and positioned it between your legs. you looked over at the both of them before pushing it in, pansy giving you an encouraging nod.

you gave a breathy moan when the vibrator made contact with your opening, shuddering when you pushed it in, theo was now naked with his cock out, stroking it up and down. pansy just watched with lust-filled eyes as the toy moved in and out of you, your juices dripping down on the sheets.

“fuck!” you moaned out when you turned the vibrations higher.

pansy looked over at theo, who gave her a squint of eyes that she responded with a glare. it was like they were communicating with their eyes. theo rolled his eyes nodded, pansy returning her gaze to your eyes and gave you a seductive smirk as she crawled to you until she was hovering over your figure. wasting no time to crash her lips onto yours. you moaned into the kiss, moving the toy faster, that familiar feeling approaching, ready to snap.

you broke away the kiss, eyes unfocusing as you stared up at her. she seemed to notice your high approaching and looked back at theo. he came closer and hovered over you next to pansy.

“are you gonna cum for us baby? have that sweet pussy cumming all over the place?” he teased. you nodded frantically, your orgasm right on the brink- until a hand roughly snatched it out of you.

you gave a loud whine while squirming, looking down to see theo holding the soaked toy. pansy gave a giggle at your protest. “no- please theo-” you were cut off by your own gasp when he gave a harsh slap to your thigh. “it’s daddy to you, get it right.” he demanded, you gave a nod and nibbled on your bottom lip, pansy gave you fake pout and taunted, “daddy being too harsh on you princess? poor baby, lucky for you mommy’s here to make you feel good huh?”

“yes, thank you mommy” you said.

she gave you a proud smile and dived her head down to your neck, but was pulled away by the same force that took your vibrator out. “hey!” she protested as she was thrown to the foot of the bed. theo now came hovering over you, paying no attention whatsoever to pansy and clashing your lips together, tongue going down each other’s throat, pansy’s indignated huffs in the back.

theo grabbed your waist and flipped you over, grabbing your hips and bringing them up, your back arched and ass in the air, face down.

he looked back at pansy and montioned to the headboard, she seemed to immediately understand the message and scrambled up to lean against the headboard. her drenched underwear right in your face, you swallowed hard at the sight.

“now while daddy fucks you from behind you’re gonna eat mommy’s pussy, yeah?” theo asked running his hands down your back, his thumb on your back as his four fingers gripped your front until they felt your breasts, you gave light moans when he toyed with the nipple.

pansy was now moving her panties to the side, revealing her wet pussy to you. you whined at the mere sight and tried to reach to it with your mouth. but she grabbed your hair and stopped you. “nuh-uh, let daddy inside you first” she said, raising her eyebrows at the brunette behind you who smirked at her before removing his hands from your tits and massaged your ass cheeks, giving the right side a harsh slap.

he grabbed ahold of his cock and ran the head of it up and down your slit, making you rock your hips backwards and whine.

theo just slammed his hand down your ass cheek once again and inserted himself right afterwards, setting a brutal pace. pansy was watching how your eyes rolled to the back of your head and a loud moan escaped your mouth.

she grabbed your hair and pushed your face so it was in line with her sopping cunt. you got the hint and plunged your tongue inside her, your nose nudging her clit. she gave a cry at this and threw her head back.

“oh fuck so so tight” theo groaned from behind you. his constant groaning and moaning mixed in with yours, sending vibrating to pansy’s core and amplifying the pleasure, moans also continuously pouring from her mouth.

“look at you, letting daddy and mommy touch you like this, you’re like our little cumslut” pansy teased, yet getting cut off by a loud moan when you nibbled with her clit.

“mhm that’s right, a little whore that just wants to be fucked like this- shit.” theo agreed.

“fuck!” screamed pansy as her orgasm hit her out of nowhere, her back arching off the headboard, and you lapped it all up, humming at the taste.

you kept your head there dutifully until she grabbed your hair, pulling it up until you were supported by your arms too. her forehead with yours.

the male reached down to play with your clit, his orgasm approaching faster, thanks to your tight cunt and the sight of your jiggling ass, plus pansy’s constant moaning.

“let her cum theo, wanna see her face when she does” breathed pansy before crashing her lips to yours.

theo rubbed your clit faster and sped up his pace, making you detach your lips from pansy and give a loud, “i’m cumming, i’m cumming!” as you spilled all over his cock, mouth agape and legs shaking.

the brunette kept pounding until he reached his own orgasm, stilling his hips and spilling himself deep inside you while moaning your name, making you whine at the sensitivity when he pulled out.

fast forward to 10 minutes and you’re all heavy breathing while laying in your bed.

pansy wrapped her arms around your waist and brought you closer to her, as you settled comfortably on her chest, that familiar force yanked you back and you landed with a squeal on theo’s chest as he gave pansy a glare. she shot him a glare back and huffed lightly but still crawled next to you and laid her head in the crook of your neck.

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[frenchrebelfries]

Fury’s Daughter

AN: Idk wth I just wrote... I just got this idea so yeah... Happy Reading!

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You are the adoptive daughter of Nick Fury, when you were 5 he adopt you when your parents died on a plane crash that was cause by Hydra, your parents and Nick were good friends that’s why he took you in.

You were a smart kid, always analyzing things, Fury told everything to you and never lie. To protect your identity Nick made you a new one as you volunteer to be an agent of Hydra to gain information and was branded by the organization. You did dangerous mission and always getting out alive.

You were then sent back to and joined the Avengers initiative but the avengers were suspicious of you as you came out of nowhere, no files, no nothing but a name and Fury’s trust.

No one knew who you are to protect your identity in recon so the avengers treated you coldly but you didn’t care, you didn’t tell it to your father about the situation you are in because you were train to adapt and you did. You were kind to them and all as you and Natasha got closer… like really close. Out of all Natasha Romanoff is the one you have trusted the most.

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You got out from the elevator after a short report you did to Nick about the information you got for the Winter Soldier when you heard the laughing of the team as they sat in the living room with pizza on the table as they talked and laugh at each other.

The laughter halted when they all noticed you and silence came… you knew you were never welcome her but your father trust them so you really had no choice but to put up with it, sensing their discomfort you just gave them a nod greeting them.

“Good evening Avengers” no one answered as you expected and left and went to your room, you heard a light foot steps following you and a hand holding your wrist and seeing a familiar red head you have fallen with for the past few weeks.

“Hey Y/N, I’m sorry about the boys you know how hard headed they are” she sincerely apologized to you as you gave her a soft smile

“it’s ok Natasha, I know they still don’t fully trust me and I understand why, so it’s cool” you replied to her as she looked at you suspiciously searching your face for any lies but you being good at hiding your emotion she immediately gave up when she didn’t find one.

“So… Movie night?” she asked cheekily at you as your brows furrows

“what about the others?” you asked her as she started pulling you towards her room as she shrugged

“they can take care of themselves, come on!”

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One day when you were alone practicing in the gym at 6 am of the morning you accidentally took off your clothes leaving you in your sports bra forgetting that Steve Rogers is always awake at that time and saw your Hydra mark on your chest and thought of you as an enemy and told the team as they planned to eliminate you on the next mission.

To eliminate the Hydra scum.

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“can I get a hand over here?” you heard Clint said in the coms as you took down the last guy from your floor inside a hydra base that you’ve been recon last week

“I’m coming on your way” you answered running to Clint’s direction knowing the base like the palm of your hands as you shot a Hydra soldier who was sneaking behind him

“Thanks” you nodded at him you continue your pursuit taking down agents as you skillfully glide yourself on the battle field.

The battle had stop when Clint finished the last guy as Steve and Natasha immerge from the control room with a case on hand.

They must have gotten the information

“Mission complete, how’s the perimeter Tony?” Captain said on the coms as you get close to Natasha scanning her for any injuries and sighted in relieve when you found none.

“Perimeter is clear as the sky Steve were ready to go home” you smiled at the thought of home… Fury promised you a dinner with Maria and Coulson when you get back since things have been busy these couple of week and you were really excited about it since it’s going to be your first dinner with them again since you got back from recon.

“time for phase 2 then, Romanoff” you frowned at Steve’s word

Phase 2? You never heard about it when at the briefing

You were still in confusion when Steve called Natasha and you felt a searing pain by your side

You wiped your head to your side seeing a knife… a knife you gifted to Natasha lunge by your side.

You looked at her eyes full of betrayal and so as Clint and Steve who was in there with you.

“Phase 2 complete, were leaving, now die you Hydra scum” Steve said voice full of spite hearing a ‘good job’ from Tony and a ‘let’s go’ from Clint as you fall down on your knees looking at their retreating figure leaving you.

The last one you saw was the red headed assassin taking one last look at you as they close the door as your whole body fall down on the cold ground.

You shakily grabbed your phone dialing your father’s number as he answered rather cheerful

“Y/N why are you calling me? Is your mission done?” you heard your dad’s voice making you tear up a bit

“D-dad…”

“get your ass here kid Maria and Coulson just arrived here and im about to finish cooking these turkey”

“c-can I have a rain check on the dinner dad… I kinda messed up…” your voice was now shaking and you are feeling colder than usual the blade may have a poison as you felt a burn and getting light headed faster than normal.

Fury must have sense that there is something wrong by the way your voice sounded

“Y/N what happened? Are you ok?” you can hear his voice full of worry as you heard Maria and Coulson from the background asking what’s wrong.

“I-I think I was the p-phase 2 of S-Steve’s plan dad… it’s really g-getting cold here ya know” blood tricked on the ground from your wound

Your vision darken as flashes of memories filled your eyes.

You can hear the shuffles from the other line saying they are tracking my call and will be sending medical help

“I’m s-scared d-dad… I still d-don’t wanna go” you cried,

“Help is on the way Y/N keep holding on I’m here for you kid” you can hear the shakiness of your father’s voice, you kept trying to keep your eyes open and now seeing dark spots forming.

“T-thanks for everything dad… tell Maria and Coulson I love them…” your voice was barely audible hearing their cried for you to wake up.

“Keep your eyes open for me kid… please”

“I-I think a need a nap… l-love you dad” and you were gone.

They kept calling for you but you never answered back.

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Fury along with Maria and Coulson with a medical team arrived at the base eyes redden because of crying as they found you on the cold ground with your phone by your side and a stab.

Fury cradle you like a baby as the medic announced your death with Maria and Coulson crying by the side.

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“Did you check the monitors?” Fury’s cold voice echoed in a quinjet as your cold body layed beside him with your head on his lap stroking the hair that is covering your face.

“you’re not gonna like it boss…” Maria said with blood shot eyes as she played the video of Steve ordering the Phase 2 and Natasha Romanoff stabbing you as they left you.

“call them up at SHIELD… they would pay for what they did to her” Nick ordered as Coulson took his phone out to call them.

Nick glanced at you as he swiped some blood by your mouth hugging your corpse closer to him.

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They avenger’s arrived at SHIELD seeing Fury holding Y/N’s hand as she lay dead on the table with Maria and Coulson by the back holding back their anger.

“what is this Fury?” Steve stepped out in confusion to why they got the body of Y/N

“What is the phase 2 Captain” Nick’s voice was colder than usual

“… to eliminate the Hydra-“ Steve answered as the other’s stayed silent

“and who is the Hydra?”

 “Y/n…”

 Then there’s silence, the team were uncomfortable with the silence but Steve was getting impatient with all of it.

“Look I don’t know what is your point here but you should thank us for killing the mole here Fury”

Fury looked at them as Coulson held Maria who was about to attack Steve as Fury spoke…

   “I see no dead mole here Rogers… all I see is my dead daughter”

  The team’s eyes widen as they froze from there spot

“W-what?” Bruce asked

“Y/N Fury... is my daughter who you called a Hydra scum”

“B-but she had the brand-“

“She had the brand because she was undercover inside Hydra that gave her the mark to extract information for your missions that is saving billions!” Fury angrily shouted making them all flinch.

All of it dawned to them as Natasha fall into her knees realizing she killed a hero… she killed her friend who trusted her… she killed the person who loved her…

“I pulled her out of the recon to keep her safe knowing her all her covers were blown, I put her into your team so she can be protected thinking after all those years of being away we can have a normal dinner like she wanted for years, I trusted my daughter in your hand yet you are the one who killed her…”

Fury stood up tears streaming down on his face

“Avenger Initiative’s termination is effective immediately, all of you would be put in maximum security prison for killing Y/N Fury” Agents entered taking their weapons and cuffing them

 “Nick… I’m sorry” Steve’s voice filled with regret rang out as Fury looked at him coldly throwing a file on the ground in front of him as the content spilled revealing pictures of the Winter Soldier.

 “Y/N wanted to give you this information from the last recon she was put in to, James “Bucky” Barnes is alive and now known as the Winter Soldier who is working for Hydra and has killed thousands”

Steve’s face was full of shock knowing his best friend Bucky is alive…

“Nick-“

“I’m sorry to cap…” Fury cut him off and coldly apologies to Steve who is now confuse to why as everyone in the room looked at them in silence.

 “you took someone dear away from me… and now I’m taking yours, Good Bye Avengers and thank you for your service” before Steve and others could react they were all tranquilized knocking them out cold and only waking up in a glass cell with Ross smirking at them as they sat there in silence thinking the things that they have done for you.

“welcome to your new life Avengers…in prison!” and a loud laugh erupted from Ross as he walked out as ex-heroes gazes followed his exit.

[rafescoke]

hiiiii!!

Can I please request a rafe x reader based on that song need to know by doja cat.

Basically the reader heard rumors about the rafe’s and he’s past with his ex. Basically all saying how he was a 10/10 on bed. The reader is furious but sad and quickly confronts the rafe. You can choose the ending. Smut or fluff ending!!

Also pls post the rafe x reader, jj fic with the 19 chapters plsssss!!!! I beg you!

Need To Know ; Rafe Cameron

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#Part 1

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: The reader confronts Rafe about his past

Warnings: Straight smut, hella angst, substance, swearing, Rafe being a total dick

A/N: this one shot’s too long but i hope you will love it. i poured all my love into this however this isn’t my best work and im sorry!! 

p.s, i’m always open for requests <3

“Hey! thanks for coming,” Topper smiled, hugging Rafe’s side before kissing (Y/N)’s cheeks. He ushered them both to the middle of the ongoing party, to the centre where all of Rafe’s friends were hanging out. 

(Y/N) is never a fan of parties, especially the ones that she will have to tug on Rafe’s collars for them to finally enjoy the night alone. However, she passed up the chance of watching netflix with her partner tonight to go to Topper’s birthday party, since, it was, well, Topper’s celebration. 

If it had not been for Topper, she wouldn’t even bat an eye to this party, especially when she knows the amount of girls silently crushing on her boyfriend of 6 months now. Rafe’s incredibly handsome, with his hair messily parted and his blue eyes shining everytime they’re exposed to the glowing sunlight of Obx. . .  (Y/N) couldn’t justify why he would even choose her. 

“What are you thinking?” Rafe playfully groaned, pulling his girlfriend’s waist near him. His fingers played with the hem of her dress, giggling when she hissed, swatting his hands away. “Seriously. You’ve been quiet since we got out of the car.”

“I just don’t like the attention’s you’re getting tonight,” she sighed, rolling her eyes when Rafe poked her, an amused expression plastered on his face. “I shouldn’t have told you that. Now you’re this proud prick.”

Rafe laughed, throwing his head back, his hands still around her waist. She waited for him to regain his posture before kissing his cheeks. 

“Go and find Topper. I know you want to kiss him.”

“Not as much as I want to kiss you,” Rafe replied, laughing again when (Y/N) stuck her tongue out at him before walking away to go and get some drinks for herself. In truth, Rafe doesn’t understand why she would feel so inferior towards other girls; she’s simply the most beautiful girl he’ve ever laid his eyes on. No one can ever compare to (Y/N), and that’s for sure.

(Y/N) muttered a thanks when someone handed her a beer, standing on her toes to search for her friends. When she couldn’t see any of them, she began making her way towards Rafe and Topper. She decided that instead of waiting alone in the resting area of the club while everybody else is socialising, she would rather listen to whatever Rafe and his friends were conversing, knowing that somehow she’ll find something interesting in the discussion.

That was when she bumped into a figure, causing the person to drop the drink they were holding onto her front dress. (Y/N) groaned, not liking how she was already ruining the branded new dress she bought with Rafe. The smell of strong alcohol wafted into her nostrils, causing her to scrunch her nose.

“Watch where you’re going,” the person said, and  (Y/N) rolled her eyes before finally leaving the scene, not wanting to stir any unnecessary drama. She knows it will always end up dirty and Rafe will have to calm her down in the car. 

(Y/N) pushed her way through the swarm of sweaty bodies as the dress reeked with alcohol clung onto her body, and she momentarily regretted her choice of wearing a skin tight short sequin dress to a club where dropping drinks on someone is just something that is bound to happen.

She sighed when she finally reached the bathroom, quickly washing her stains with the cheap toilet paper. It left some white bits on her dress when she finally removed them, and she groaned again before washing the fabric under the running water. Her day was going totally bad, and she dreamed of the night she could’ve spent with Rafe if only Topper wasn’t born on yesterday’s date 19 years ago. 

“That’s what I’m saying!” a loud voice shrieked, followed by group of shrill laughs. “God, I really wish I’m still with him.”

(Y/N) raised her brows at the familiar voice, but thought none of it. Topper wouldn’t invite Rafe’s ex, he knows what she did to him. There was no way she was allowed to be in the private part of the club, unless someone had brought her as their plus one. 

(Y/N) shook her head at the thought, trying to focus on the stains that seemed to be making everything hard for her.

“He has this habit of running his fingers through his hair when he’s receiving head,” the voice continued, and  (Y/N) stopped in her tracks.

That’s exactly Rafe. Whoever the voice was, she was talking about Rafe. Rafe has this habit of running his long fingers through his hair while he’s whimpering, and it always drives (Y/N) crazy. 

She thought nothing of it, thinking about the possibility of another guy doing the same thing. It’s a common thing anyways; she wasn’t going to pull the crazy jealous girlfriend card that night.

She turned to pull another tissue paper, her ears still intently listening to the group of friends who seemed to not mind receiving any attention from their bold topic. 

“Now he’s with that (Y/L/N) girl. I honestly don’t get why he would be with her. Oh and-” the voice squealed, “Do you know that Rafe called me when they were talking?” 

What?

“What?” her friends asked in disbelief, and  (Y/N) didn’t move a muscle. She pressed her back against the tiled walls, listening close. Her heartbeat beat faster, and she could feel her head getting lighter.

“Yes! It was like, the first month they started getting close? He told me he couldn’t get over me and that he tried everything including finding me in her.”

(Y/N) felt the walls closing in, and quickly got to her feet to splash some water onto her face. She felt like dying right then and right there, but she knew she had to at least hear more to, now identified, Rafe’s ex girlfriend.

“He drove to my house and we just talked, you know. . . and then he told me something, and I refused. He got mad, I guess, and we fought like always, and he left me to be with that girl until today. Kinda sucks to be her, you know? Like the second choice kind of thing?” she continued, an amused tone lacing in her voice.

At that point,  (Y/N) had heard enough. She walked towards the exit as fast as her heels could take her, not stopping to stay goodbye to her now approaching friends. She could feel her hot tears crashing down, but she didn’t feel like crying in the club and having random strangers coming up to her to soothe her down.

When the night breeze hit her square on the face as she finaly exited the suffocating club, she let out the hardest cry ever as she tried to find any available taxis through her tears. There were none, seeing that it was only 9 p.m. and people had just starting to arrive, so she decided to walk to nowhere until she finds any yellow vehicle.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” a voice called out from behind her, and she turned when a hand pulled her shoulder. “What the fuck? Are you okay? Where’s Rafe?”

“Kelce, I’m not feeling good. I just want to go home, okay? Please, oh my god. I can’t do this right now,” she cried, covering her eyes with her palm. Kelce pulled her into a side hug, allowing her tears on his new t-shirt. When she finally soothed down, he tried to find an answer in her face again.

“What happened?”

“I can’t tell you now, I just-” she took a deep breath, “I just can’t. Can you um, call a Uber for me, please? My phone’s with Rafe.”

“What? Why would your phone-” he sighed, taking out his own phone. “Borrow my phone. It’s safer this way. Call a Uber, get home, and don’t do anything stupid. Okay?”

(Y/N) nodded, kissing Kelce’s cheeks before ordering a Uber, waiting by the sidewalk impatiently. She was scared Rafe would come out to look for her, and she didn’t feel like talking to him. 

She felt like shooting him in his ribs until he’s begging for her to stop. 

When she got home, her fingers trembling and her dress now ruined, she stripped out of her clothes and got under her covers. Her mother tried asking her about why she had come home earlier than expected with a running mascara and a smudged lipstick, but decided to let it pass when she didn’t answer, knowing that something has indeed happened. 

She felt like screaming. She had trusted him so much, and he was even the first guy to take her virginity. Now she felt disgusted, thinking about how she had allowed herself to the sweet words he had given her before.

She couldn’t ignore the memory of the night she first experienced sex with him, and the whole sweet care he had provided after.

It was Friday the 13th, and Rafe decided it will be a good night to watch some type of a horror movie.  (Y/N) agreed, being a fan of horror, but until one point, she was bored with the super-slow plot and boring characters. 

She played with Rafe’s fingers, intertwining them with hers, before she got an idea midway of the female character’s scream that echoed throughout her bedroom. 

“Rafe,” she said, and Rafe hummed in response. His eyes were fixated to the screen, not paying any attention to her. She whined, “Rafe. . .”

“Yeah?” He finally looked down to her, and laughed when he saw the face she gave him. “What the hell is wrong with you? The best part’s coming up. Watch it, the guy’s going to- fuck.”

(Y/N) had slipped her hand into his basketball shorts, teasing the outline of his v-line. Rafe’s breath shuddered, and he grabbed her hands before things escalate.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He grunted.

“I just wanna try something,” she replied innocently, and Rafe swore he felt like his heart stopping right then and right there. She was that sweet girl, and he has never saw this side of her.

“Can I?” she asked, and with a tiny nod, she continued her movements as Rafe’s eyes stayed glued on the television screen, though his mind was already on cloud nine. 

She was so good, and Rafe couldn’t explain the feeling inside of him when he watched her palmed him, her mouth slightly open and her hair falling down to her shoulders. Rafe felt like attacking every inch of her, wanting to give anything that she desired. 

“Stop,” he said, closing his eyes. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum from just your hands.”

“I want you to,” she said, and Rafe cursed. He liked, scratch that, he loved and is obsessed with the way she did anything to him, with her innocent eyes and her teasing smile. He felt like fucking her numb every single time she purposely brushed her hands against his buldge in the restaurant or bumping her bottoms against him when playing golf.

And when she would deny her actions, god, he felt like giving his all to her until she couldn’t walk.

“Rafe,” she said again, with that gint in her eyes. She leaned onto him, and he shievered when he felt her lips brushing with his earlobes. 

“I want you to fuck me.”

Rafe groaned, not wanting to look her in the eyes, afraid that he would do things he will regret the next morning. He felt her fingers around his chin, forcing him to look at her. 

“Please.”

“You told me you wanted to wait,” he said softly.

“I’m done waiting,” she had said, and that was enough for Rafe to crash his lips against her soft ones, pushing her lightly to her queen sized bed. He felt her hands playing with the hem of his shorts, and being an impatience fuck like his dad, he guided her hands to his already hard penis, craving for her touch.

“Fuck,” he groaned, closing his eyes to the euphoric feeling starting to form in the pit of his stomach. His fingers fumbled with her shorts, trying to untie the waistband, and grunted when he couldn’t gues the knot.

(Y/N) giggled, untying the ribbon, sliding her shorts to the edge of her bed as Rafe waited with his eyes staring at her hands eagerly, like a prey waiting to attack. 

Once her shorts were off, Rafe didn’t waste anymore time to place kisses from her stomach down to the sides of her aching core.  (Y/N) couldn’t take it anymore, after so many nights of trying to picture this exact moment in her head whilst fingering herself, pretending like it has been Rafe’s fingers instead of herself, she wanted to feel him around her so bad. 

“Please, Rafe,” she begged, looking at him with the innocent eyes again. She moaned when he inserted his fingers in her, pleasuring her the way pornstars would from the many porn videos his cousin had taught him to watch since he was 10 before.

“Oh my god,” she screamed, not able to comprehend the strange feeling in her stomach. She tried to close her legs, only for Rafe to gripped them apart tightly, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Do that again and I’ll leave you hanging.”

It was the way he had said that that left  (Y/N) all red, pushing herself against him to reach her end. She felt a sudden feeling approaching, and gripped Rafe’s wrist to tell him. 

Rafe laughed when she had came around his dingers, feeling her juice soaking up his fingers and her bedsheet.  (Y/N) sighed, still heaving from her high, making a mental note in her head to love this other side of Rafe Cameron.

“Suck,” he said, placing his two soaked fingers in front of her face and watched her as she sucked on them like a little girl who’s licking off a lollipop that her mother had bought for her. He felt like cumming just from the sight of her face.

“I want you inside me,” she had said again, and Rafe groaned to look away, not wanting to be a regret she had made the next morning. He looked at her again when she sat on his lap, looking at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Please?” she whispered, and before he knew it, she licked his ear to the the side of his lip before placing a soft peck on his lips.

Rafe has never removed his basketball shorts as fast as he did that night, not even when he had felt an animal crawling in his pants in the pet shop when he was 8 that resulted Sarah into having a laughing fit when they found out that a hamster had gotten into his pants.

He positioned himself in front of her slit, waiting for any new demands for him to stop now that she had changed her mind. But there was nothing, only  (Y/N) demanding for him, and without wasting any more time, he slowly slided into her, strecthing her hole.

He grunted when she felt her closing in, knowing that if she kept doing that, he’ll finish straight away.  (Y/N) screamed as he fucked her with a quick pace, causing him to quickly pull her head close to him to whisper into her ear.

“Shut up, princess. Don’t want mummy and daddy to wake up, do we?”

(Y/N) shook her head, wanting to reach her end soon. She moaned against her mattress, smelling Rafe’s scent from it, and liking the way he would whimper when he hit her g-spot.

“I’m so close, baby, fuck-” he cursed, his pace getting sloppier. His fingers with his cold rings intertwined with hers as he slammed into her for good measure, and pulling out to aim on her face as she tried to regain her breath.

(Y/N)  felt a shot of hot load landing on her face as she finally looked up to him, his sweaty chest heaving from the ungodly practice they just did. Rafe groaned, feeling himself getting hard again from the sight of her with his load all over her, and quickly turned away to grab a clean towel to clean her up.

That night, with a soft lullaby playing from  (Y/N)’s record player that Rafe had bought for her in Italy, he ran his fingers through her hair as she snuggled close, watching the moonlight brightened the ocean.

Rafe sighed, now wrapping his arms around her, forcing himself to not touch her breast in any way. “I’m sorry if it wasn’t what you had pictured in your mind.”

“Are you kidding?” she turned to face him, “God, Rafe. That’s exactly how I wanted it with you.”

Rafe chuckled and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, “God. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Riing! Riing!

(Y/N) wiped her tears with her fingers before pressing on the green button, bringing the phone to her ears when she saw Topper’s name. She decided that he deserved an explanation after she had ran off from his birthday party.

“Tops?”

“Hey, baby, you didn’t pick up my call. I have to use Topper’s phone but, um-”  (Y/N) heard the crowd sang happy birthday, “But um, are you okay? Kelce told me you were crying and I-”

“I’m fine. You should sing happy birthday to Topper.”

“I’ll be there in a bit,” he said to a voice in the background, and tried to talk to her again. “What is it, baby? The line’s kinda shitty here. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Okay. I know you’re not. Can you please tell me what happened?”

“It’s nothing, Rafe. Go and enjoy yourself.”

“God,  (Y/N), don’t pull this shit on me,” he sighed, and she waited until the background noise lessen. “Okay, I’m at the smoking area. Can you please tell me what happened?”

“You used me.”

“I’m - what?” he asked, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I heard her talking about how you drove to see her and you told her that you tried finding her in me,” she finaly confessed, her voice breaking. A tear slowly rolled down her red cheeks and she quickly wiped them away.

“Baby, it’s not how it sounds like.”

“Then what is it?” she yelled, clutching onto Kelce’s phone like it was her life support. “Fuck, Rafe, I gave you my everything.”

“Baby, I swear, it’s just-”  

(Y/N) waited for him to finish his sentence, and sucked in a breath when she heard the voice that had caused her this misery.

“Rafe! What are you doing here?”

“Fuck,  (Y/N), I’ll come by to your house, okay? Please, don’t do anything stupid, I’m coming back home-”

(Y/N) pressed the end call, letting go of the breath she was holding before finally throwing her head back against the pillow. 

#Part 2

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