#it was small things but we didnt really get a chance to talk

[cuchillx]

Do you ever feel like you have so many things to talk about how you’re so lonely in so many ways that you just can’t say out loud cause like. You don’t want to overwhelm anyone

[not-the-grave]

the depth of abandonment trauma i'm discovering i have is kind of insane

[comet-forgot-you]

g!p student reader sharing an apartment with max and secretly crushing on her but max has a bf and he sleep overs often which drives r insane bcs whenever hes staying she can hear them fucking in the middle of the night and hearing max's moans makes her go absolutely crazy.

also r hates max's bf and the morning after she confronts him in front of max and makes fun of his small dick lmfao 😭 it ends up with "who has bigger dick challenge"

(bonus points if r and max get a chance to fuck and r is like super proud and cocky that she won and finally confesses her feelings)

hmmm. this was the hardest thing i’ve ever written guys in not gonna lie.

smut. 18+ pls

do not repost for any reason.

you hated the thin walls of your apartment. you hated when max had her boyfriend over. you hated him even more. you hated that you could hear max’s pretty moans, moans that would sound so much prettier if they were caused by you. you hated the fact that just hearing those pretty moans had you cock hardening slightly. you were jealous of him. you were jealous that he got to fuck max and you didnt. you hated that she was with him. you knew you treated her better than he ever could, and you knew you could fuck max better than he ever could.

seeing them the next morning was so much worse. seeing the sleepy smile max wore when she sees you, wrapping her arms around your frame, telling you good morning. you tried to be cool about it, he would leave soon anyways.

of course he didnt. he stayed longer than you wanted, he always did, though. you always wanted him gone the moment he stepped into yours and max’s shared apartment. but you guess he had gotten comfortable around you, comfortable enough to talk down towards max. he talked about her like he owned her, treating her like she was below him. it made your blood boil, your hatred for him only growing.

you could see the uncomfortable look on max’s face as he spoke to her and her attempt at creating space between the two of them. “come on max, why do you keep moving away? you act like you weren’t all up on my dick last night, c’mon,” he tugs at her shoulder, attempting to pull her closer to him.

your jaw clenches, fingers gripping the counter you leaned against. max lets out a fake laugh, her body tense as he pulls her closer to you. “max,” your voice booms from the kitchen and she turns her attention to you, nodding her head slightly in acknowledgment. “can we talk?” she looks over at her boyfriend hesitantly before pushing herself off of the couch. he grabs her wrist tightly.

“im sure you two can talk from here, yeah?” max glances up to you and your eyebrows furrow.

“i’ll be quick,” max mutters quietly, her eyes wide.

“no, its fine. he can listen if he really wants to,” you push yourself away from the counter, making your way to the living room. “he needs to leave, and he needs to leave now.” he scoffs at your words, letting go of max’s wrist.

“the fuck’s your problem?” he asks in disbelief.

“my problem? you’re my fucking problem. you treat max like shit and i don’t appreciate it. so get the fuck out of my house and don’t come back.” he looks to max, as if asking her if she was really letting this happen. max doesn’t meet his eyes, scooting closer towards you.

“really, max? you’re gonna let her kick me out?” he scoffs when max doesnt respond, glaring up at you. “you’re just jealous that i’m fucking her, huh?” you’re disgusted with his words, you know its true, but you’d never admit it to him.

“fuck no. i know damn well i’d fuck her better than you ever could. you’re dick’s too small, bet you can’t even make her cum, can you?” you can see the rage building inside of him, his eyes narrowing.

“shut up, bitch.” you fight the smile that tries to tug its way onto your lips.

“what, you know its true.” he stands from the couch, standing in front of you.

“shut up, i’ll fucking kill you,” his voice is filled with anger, and his breath stinks. you jerk your head away, trying to get out of the way of his breath.

“yeah your breath definitely smells like ‘i cant make a girl cum.’ get the fuck out of my house.” he glances over at max once again before rolling his eyes, making his way out of your apartment. “fucking dick,” you mumble, plopping yourself down on the couch, finally able to relax now that he was gone.

max is still for a moment, eyebrows furrowed. “are you?” she asks. you lift your head to look at her.

“am i what?” a smile tugs at the corner on max’s lips.

“are you jealous that he fucked me and you didn’t?” she straddles your lap and heat rushes through your body before it settle in your core. your hands find her hips instinctively as she shuffles to find a comfortable position on your lap. “you know,” she whispers, toying with the baby hairs on the back of your neck, “if you wanted to fuck me, you could’ve just asked,” her breath fans across your face, its a large difference from her boyfriend’s and you welcome it gladly.

you’re almost certain max can feel your cock as it grows in your loose shorts. normally, you’d be embarrassed, but you can’t find it in you to care at this point, you just needed to feel max wrapped around your cock.

“you had a boyfriend, i was being respectful, but god do these thin ass walls make it hard to stay respectful.” max brings her bottom lip between her teeth, her hands moving to cup your face softly.

“i just wanted you,” her lips are on yours the moment the words leave her mouth. you groan against her lips at the feeling. you should’ve done this sooner, you’re an idiot. max pulls back slightly, her forehead resting against yours. “i hoped you would listen, thats why i put on a little bit of performance. you really think he could have me moaning like that?”

you smile lazily, thumb rubbing just underneath the waistband of her panties. “god, you know how hard it is to keep my dick in my pants when you run around wearing just these?” you let the waistband snap against her skin and she arches against you, her hips jerking against your cock.

if you weren’t hard before, you were now.

you pull the panties to the side, running your fingers through her wetness. “so fucking wet,” you groan. max lets out a moan the second the pads of your fingers graze against her clit.

“oh my god, please,” she whimpers out, her hips bucking in an attempt to relieve the ache between her thighs. you wanted nothing more than to alleviate the ache between yours, but you had a point to prove.

you could fuck her better than he ever could.

your fingers prod at her entrance, forcing pretty sounds out of her. “you want my fingers, max? want me to show you just how much better i csn fuck you than he can?” she nods, stuttering out quiet ‘yes’’ like it was a prayer. thats all you need before you sink your fingers into her needy cunt. her warmth welcomes you, greedily sucking your fingers in.

the moment you curl them, mac is letting out pretty sounds, much prettier than the ones she forced out for your attention. your cock strains in your shorts, growing harder at the feeling of her wrapped around your fingers.

you needed to feel her wrapped around your cock, you weren’t sure if you could wait long enough. her pretty noises, the way her walls squeezed your fingers tightly, you weren’t sure you’d be able to get her off without cumming in your boxers.

your fingers fuck in and out of her at a steady pace, your free hand finding its way under max’s large t-shirt. the second your fingers meet her nipples, you’re teasing her about her lack of bra, toying with the sensitive buds.

amber’s whines fill the space between you two, her hips bucking into your palm to further her pleasure. “just wanted you to use me,” she whispers quietly. “wanted you to fuck me so good, wanted your cock so bad. can i have it? pretty please?”

you nearly fucking came.

she sure new how to make you just as needy for her as she was for you. “gonna have to cum on my fingers first, max. gotta prove you can take my cock, can you do that?” max whines out at your denial.

“please? just want your cock, want you to fill me up,” her impatience would be the death of you and you were finding it increasingly difficult yo stand your ground.

“no, max. gotta cum on my fingers first.”

your fingers scissor in and out of her, thumb starting the rub gentle patterns against her clit. her walls pulse against your fingers as her orgasm approaches. max’s whines fill your shared living room, and you almost feel bad for your neighbors.

almost. not really though.

not when her cunts sucks you in deeper as her orgasm washes over you, her cum coating your fingers as it does. her forehead rests against your own as she attempts to catch her breath. you’re quick to break the moment, your cock begging for attention.

you snap the waistband of her panties again, rubbing the stinging skin gently. “off, now.” max hesitates for a moment, still trying go ride out her high. you smack the fat of her ass and max hisses, hips jerking against your cock. she rubs against it so perfectly, moans falling from both of your lips. “please,” you whimper out.

max is quick to stand, pulling her panties off her body. you do the same with your own, your clothing pooling around your ankles, your cock slapping against your stomach the second its free from the prison of your boxers. amber’s eyes widen at the length, hesitantly straddling your lap once more.

“what, don’t think you can take it?” max’s eyes widen and she shakes her head quickly.

“nono, i can take it. please, i can take it,” she pleads. you tap her hip, signaling for her to sit up. she does so and before you even have a chance, her hand is wrapping around your cock.

the pressure against your cock nearly has you breaking, but you have to hold off, you need to hold off. max positions your cock at her entrance, her warm cunt just barely out of reach. max sinks down slightly, the tip of your dick making contact with her soaked cunt.

you cant help the desperate whine that leaves your lips. it takes everything in you not to slam her down on your cock completely, your grip on her hips becoming bruisingly tight.

max slowly sinks down on your cock, her warm cunt welcoming you so effortlessly. it takes every bit of self control that you have to keep yourself from cumming.

she feels so fucking good wrapped around your dick. her cunt swallows you whole, her warmth around your cock sends a shiver down your spine, breathing labored. “fuck max.”

you give her a second, a second you need just as much as she does. moments pass until max is lifting herself off of your cock, sinking back down on it slowly. moans fall from both of your lips, the pleasure coursing through both of your systems.

“so fucking,” max hisses out, a moan cutting her off. “so fucking big,” your eyes move to where the two of you meet, watching as her greedy cunt sucks you in. you cant keep it in anymore, forcing her to pick up ner pace.

your guide her to ride your dick, her walls squeezing around you. her loud moans only spurred you on even further, your determination to fuck her better than he ever could being the only thing keeping you from cumming. you will fuck her better than he could ever imagine.

you pull her shirt off her tits, taking her hardened nipples into your mouth. max whines, tangling her fingers in your hair, pulling you impossibly closer. your hands fell back to her hips, guiding her to ride your cock even faster, your thumb moving to rub tight circles against her pulsing clit.

“so good,” she whines out, moans falling from her lips. theyre so much better, so much more genuine than the ones you had listened to through the walls. “so fucking good.”

“yeah? better than him?” she nods, tugging your head to her neglected nipple. you cant help but smile at her affirmation, teeth grazing her nipples slightly.

she arches into you, desperate whines falling from her lips. you’re close, she’s close. “need you, fuck, need you to cum inside me, please,” her words are quiet, desperate plea. she says it like shes never needed something more in her life, and who were you to deny her.

“okay, okay,” you whisper against her tit. with the way max’s cunt squeezes around you, her filthy moans filling your ears, its not long before you’re unable to ward your orgasm off. “gonna cum now, max,” you whisper out. max nods, her own orgasm reaching its peak.

you’re orgasm washes over you, pumping her full of your cum, max’s own orgasm washing over her, milking your cock. her movements on your dick slow, the sound of her quiet whimpers as your dick twitches inside of her make you ready for another round.

“fucked you better than he ever could,” you mumble, guiding her hips to rock against your dick. “one more.”

[miya-rin]

“what the fuck do you two think youre doing?”

shit, you think, you didnt notice the balcony door had been slid open until you heard the voice of one of your brothers. you start to pull away from suna’s lips which earns you a small whine from his end, his grip tightens around you and honestly it its quite cute the way he is trying so hard to savour the moment. “come back later, we’re kinda busy.” the boy mutters before trying to move your face away from the distraction so that he can kiss you once more.

“suna you get your hands off of her right now, i dont give a fuck that its your birthday.” osamu pipes up, he looks furious and a little bit disgusted, if it hadnt been for the situation youre in right now you would think its kind of funny.

“samu lay off him, it was a mutual agreement, im just as guilty as he is ok?” that does not seem to help the boys understand, if anything they seem even more angry with you both.

“what the fuck do you mean it was a mutual agreement? are you two hooking up or something? yn he just turned 18 a few hours ago are you forgetting that?” atsumu says, he is rambling on with every excuse he can think of as to why this is “so wrong”, from the corner of your eye you can see suna trying so very hard to hide the grin that is creeping its way onto his face, his hands still all over you despite the fact that you arent alone anymore.

“listen, it was his birthday wish ok? i swear it didn’t mean anything,” sunas grip begins to loosen ever so slightly, “i just though it would get him off my back and get him over his little crush on me.” suna’s facial expression shifts but you choose to ignore it, you have bigger problems to deal with at the moment.

“no this is not ok, how would you feel if me or samu kissed one of your friends because it was their birthday wish?”

“that’s different, why would my friends want to kiss either of you?”

“excuse me? ill have you know that many women want to kiss me! and dont think youre getting off the hook either suna, ill make sure you never-“ you dont even want to hear the threat that is about to come out of his mouth, you just want to get out of this shitty situation.

“boys please, just give us five minutes to talk and then we will be back inside ok? i promise.” your efforts to plead with your brothers finally work.

“…fine,” atsumu mumbles, “but this better be a one time thing. im not gonna deal with you two being all lovey dovey around me.” and with that he lightly tugs on osamu’s sleeve, signalling him to walk back inside and continue the party. he closes the balcony door but not before bringing two fingers up to his eyes and then pointing them at the two of you. its a warning.

you turn back to suna and notice the sad look on his face - he looks kinda cute like this, “so, what do-“.

“did you really mean what you just said to them?” the poor boy looks heartbroken, after waiting three years to finally have a chance with the girl he loves wants the moment is ruined like that? “did you actually just do that so i would leave you alone?” his hands fully leave your body now and he takes a step back to put some distance between you two.

“well i mean sort of yeah… ive never looked at you in any way other than my brothers best friend if im going to be honest, i dont know if thats because of the age difference or what but ive never thought we could be anything.” the look of hurt is prominent on his face no matter how hard he tries to hide it, normally playful banter would have been thrown back and forth between the two of you but rintarou just stays silent, an indication that youve fucked up.

“listen suna i dont know what you want me to say, i wasnt really thinking when i said that to atsumu it just came out. i am 4 years older than you and many people would not approve of us if i decided to give you a chance.”

“who cares? i could treat you so right if you would just let me. i have waited entirely too long for this moment, all im asking for is one date.”

“you said that about the kiss too, one thing is never enough with you is it? you always need more.” a playful smile creeps onto your face which is outshined by the one on sunas, he knows that your smile means that you agree to go on a date with him.

“i really hope you arent fucking with me right now, that would be so cruel, especially on my birthday.”

“oh give the birthday excuse a rest now will you? you dont need to keep on at me you have already got what you want.”

“mhm i absolutely have,” he walks closer and once again wraps his arms around you, placing a hand under your jawbone to make you look up at him, “and i couldnt be happier.” he states as he pulls you in for a passionate kiss once more <3

[s0lar-ch3ri]

i thought about this then what i was supposed to. (writing about things)

i commonly drop things and we dont keep the lights on always. i got accustomed slightly to just looking around in the day with the light that comes around through the windows and hope to find things. itd be small things, like my phone or my glasses or some pencils i really wanted to bring to school. it takes me a few seconds, but ive started turning on the lights and it makes things easier. if i drop things under a table, i grab my phones flashlight and i make it as bright as it can go and use that to look. its not how im supposed to look for things, i should be able to see well enough with my glasses, and the flashlight is too bright for reason. however, its helpful and makes it a bit easier.

whenever i need to do something, i dont write a note, but rather tell a friend to remind me. if they forget to, chances are ill remember myself because i expect them to tell me. ive never cared when they forget, because most times i didnt. writing a note would be a lot more simple, and maybe would be easier, its the way im supposed to handle it. however, im more likely to do it if im told by someone else or know i will be told by someone else. its more reasonable for me.

i make the text on websites bigger when they dont let me. i listen to music and podcasts on my headphones in class when i shouldnt. i use my extra days to get answers sometimes for math. im learning sign when nobody else will so i can talk to myself without worry, or just go nonverbal but not noncommunicative. i draw bigger then the papers can normally handle. i use a calculator for simple problems that require more then a basic amount of thought. i reread lines in books when i lose where exactly i am. i use pencils over paper cause i know i wont do things perfectly. theres more i do.

some of these may be normal or conventional ways of handling disability related issues. some i may be seen as less for because of how i handle. its not always how im supposed to. maybe it doesnt have to be what your meant to do to handle. maybe its how it works and its enough.

do what helps you, not what your supposed to do to help yourself. its easier that way.

[rassicas]

hi guys! im back. i went tokyo for a few days. got back at 7 this morning after taking an overnight 7 hour bus ride.... that i did not sleep on bc i cant sleep in moving vehicles. this will be something closer to a proper blog post i guess. splatoon related convention? experience below

i've kept my mouth shut about my plans to go because its not as well known on the english side of the fanbase and i didnt wanna make people too jealous sorry LOL , but i went to splaket 22! it's an unofficial, splatoon-only doujinshi market/artists alley. this was my first convention-sort-of event ive been to since i was... in high school. i also dont really get to meet many other hardcore splatoon fans irl. i was nervous about it because i don't know a whole lot of people on the JP side nor do i have a lot of confidence in my japanese speaking/listening, but in the end it was SUPER fun. i wish i couldve talked a bit more to the artists i did encounter to comment on what i liked about their works but. Skill Issue very few non-japanese people at this event of course but one of the only english speakers i saw i called out to bc they were wearing a shirt with this exact image printed on it no video and no photos outside of designated areas were allowed so i got like. zero pics of my own. but there was a lot of cosplayers i saw! oh and here's the Loot Haul. a few doujin, a clear file, stickers, microfiber cloth and a keychain. im surprised at how little i got, i think i shouldve gone a bit crazier with it

the one with Tao Blu and oonie in the top left (by sachikazerick) I came across by chance and bought because it was cute, featured splatband characters, and also because it all in some familiar inkling language (the last point of which i told the artist as i was buying) when i finally got home and saw the back credits...

SMALL FUCKIN WORLD LOL (i tweeted at the artist afterwards to let him know i came by the table and to thank him for using me and my friend's inkling language fonts!) though truly, i think ardnin deserved the credit more rather than me since he made most of those fonts! ah well, still cool to see more and more fan works using deciphered inkling language. top middle book is a story with some salmonid characters that i havent read yet but im looking forward to it, the art is lovely. top right one was the first thing i bought. the artist is rk_splaworks, whose art i love, and we've been mutuals for a few years and have talked a bit here and there! i was so fucking nervous to meet them in person since my japanese sucks LMAO but they were happy to meet me too and we got a selfie together yippy <3 also havent read their doujin Yet since ill have to rub all my brain cells together and huddle over the dictionary, but i want their oc lore

ok that's all i'll say, next splaket is...june 22. very soon....im already thinking ill. go again. yknow. while im still in japan and all that. i guess ill have to study harder on my jp in the meantime teehee ...i doubt it, but in the off chance anyone following me is going to the next splaket in june lemme know!

[smilepilled]

a compilation of love letters (/community, familial, friendly, fellowship, etc.) from me, marcela, to many different people who have had a positive impact on me. please take your time to find your own blog, and please have a lovely day. i may update this throughout time, so keep an eye out for your blog handle here!

will not be in any particular order. ❤️‍🩹

BEFORE YOU GO, PLEASE KEEP IN MIND — I MAY NOT FULLY BE ABLE TO CORRELATE YOUR BLOG AND YOUR DISCORD ACCOUNT! that's a skill issue from me, and it doesnt mean i dont care-- its just extremely hard for me, personally. ive been trying to get better at it, but i hope my messages still manage to be something nice even if i didnt manage to link your blog to your personal discord presence. sorry, and thank you ♡

@radiomogai — 🎙📻📡🧮

i think not enough people say this, but you're a very important figure in the mogai community. your disclaimers and warnings to the masses that lurk through many tags and blogs are not only heard, but cherished. i remember being intimidated by you up until actually interacting with you, and youre a joy to be around. i still laugh at the time i made the christmas picture and added you as an actual radio; you are remembered fondly. i greatly appreciate your presence in this community beyond the archival, because you yourself are great. as in, a lovely company, a dear friend. i have so much i owe to you way above the themes or archival, but you also do a great job with your archive. i greatly respect you, and feel happy in your presence. thank you for being here, seriously. i hope i get the chance to do more to help you out whenever you need it. you're the one of the most patient and gentle people ive seen in this community, and its almost shocking with how people test patiences all around. thank you

@rwuffles — 🟩🟦🟥🟪🟨

mogaiblr jesus... indeed! you make such lovely things and you genuinely terrify me when i see that your queue is still at 400 after a bajillion posts (positively terrific). aside feom that, you are genuinely such a ray of sunshine, watching you play tetris leaves me in awe and the moments ive shared with you are very cherished to me. i like talking to you and youre incredibly kind, despite people testing you and The Horrors. i hope i can get to talk to you more, so i can properly get to communicate how cool you are to you, directly. your presence is strong and felt throughout the entirety of the spaces you're in; but don't forget, you're not a president or a professional, you're one of your fellows. should you ever need help or time to breathe, im sure your community will have your back-- i can definitely say i do. please be kind to yourself, and please take care. youre genuinely precious to be around and im sure a plethora of people agree. you are the little golden critter amongst us, and i feel like maybe sometimes you may not feel like it-- dont worry, we will always be here to remind you. youre the sun where your community basks and dances, and you're here with us too! thank you

@scr-ppup — 🪖🌫💣🥽

i genuinely love the stuff you cole up with, and the kindness that you extend to people-- the one of which youve also extended to me. maybe its a silly thing to mention, but youve helped me a lot in times where i couldnt even do a simple little descriprion for a flag. and it means a lot to me, regardless of how small this gesture may be to other people. you are genuinely so comforting to be around, i know i may be wrong but i feel like i have a huge bodyguard behind me chatting and drinking tea when im near you. i really like seeing you interact with people and im always happy to interact with you, even if it happens not so often. your creations never cease to amaze me and theres times where i squeal seeing something you make. you are truly one of the most badass, yet kindest people here. i mean it. thank you

@gender-mailman — ❤️‍🩹💌🩸🔪

you were one of the first people i had courage to interact with in mogaiblr, if i remember correctly-- back when i was themed as a velvet worm. your blog and presence SCREAMED friendliness (and BPD), and i just felt really reassured in it. regardless of your scrumptious creations (pallettes and symbols 🤌), you're such a ball of energy and you're so silly, and of course, extremely easy to talk to. it really makes me smile remembering when i was afraid to ask about when i should join the Evil Mogai Business, worried it'd be phrased poorly, and you just said that you did exactly what i was planning-- it was such a relief. despite the lack of recent "bug talking to you" activities, i want to thank you for the comfort youve brought to me, and the kindness youve shown whenever i talked to you. you're one of the most passionate and easily-talkable folks i know, bonus points for you being brazilian. thank you

@lovesse — 💥🎀💄💗

you are THE "popular IT girl" figure in this community, to me (unsure if you're a girl, im going purely from vibes though). as in, i've looked up to you since the very beggining. your presence is strong and assuring, and your creations are the fucking peak of this realm. some of your terms resonated so well with me that i wondered where the cameras were (jokingly of course). but aside from that, you've always been a very positive figure to me, and i'm always very happy seeing activity from you. i know you've been through a lot in this community, and i hope you don't mind bringing your presence in it up, but you've done so much for it and i need people to acknowledge it. we don't know eachother very well, and we haven't talked much outside of tumblr evil business, but your presence makes me glad. thank you for always being such a great lighthouse for the seadwellers in this community. youre a greatly inspirational figure and you are charm-maxxing (/platonic, "girl you rock!" coded?). thank you

@laughdiamond — 🌻🌿🌾🌱

you!!!! youuuu started ALL of my curiosity or this community. if i had someone to thank for making me deep-dive into goodfaith, mogai and community, its you. your blog was the first i found after the times i lurked in pinterest for the time i hoarded xenogenders and microlabels-- a linked post, and i found my way to your blog. the yaoyao conductor theme, extremely eyecandy-ful, i remember getting sparkly eyed at your blog and creations. i think i know a good amount of them from memory (but its always difficult to remmeber the names, thats my skill issue whatsoever), which goes to shoe just how much of an impact your presence around these parts had. and im not trying to be parasocial, you genuinely did help me, eye-to-eye telling you this. im sorry i never properly expressed to you my appreciation, up until it was far too late (seen as youve left this place, with rightful motive). you're always gonna be a fond memory to me, you're the nostalgia blog of this community for me. i full-heartedly thank you to no end for what your blog has done to help me, regardless of being < the blog that got me into mogaiblr >. dont ever apologize for it, either, i knoe theres negative aspects to this space but YOU are a part of the good aspects. once again, thank you for your lovely creations, thank you for what youve done for me, and thank you for your presence in times before. thank you

@lunentity — ✨️🔮🌙🪩

YOU! the moon in its mystique magnificence, giving terms to people like meteors with fun gifts from the cosmos. you are such an ICON to me, genuinely such a huge inspiration as well. talking to you is also never scary or the like, youre such a kind and easy-going person. surely im not the closest to you, but it doesn't take away from what i say, you are extremely easy to be around, and thats something i really appreciate. im always happy to tag you in a post with the moon mentioned, or something that i see and go "OH! MOONY WOULD LOVE THIS!" on the spot. you are extremely kind and sweet, like a cold day when youre wrapped in 4 heavy blankets playing animal jam with a bag of snacks and soda. your presence is felt in what is reassuring and friendly. i have not checked up on you lately, but i hope you're okay, and all is well for you. you're such a kind and heart-warming person, i am grateful for our interactions and convos. thank you

@kiruliom — 🧸🌸🌊🩸

we may not interact a whole lot, but YOU are so whimsical. no, seriously, you are so joyful its astonishing. and you always manage to keep your cheermaxxed status despite speaking up on multiple important topics, which i find very balance pilled and awesome. youre not scary despite your ghostface motifs, and i think youre like a uncle/aunt figure (whichever word you personally would use), a kind of distant yet kindly relative in the eyes of the liomogai community; which i also strive to be, so its nice to see YOU recreate it so well. we havent talked (much?) personally, so i think this is more how i view you currently havent spoken not to you in personal. you remind me of the animal jam Crystal Sands OST, and thats one of the biggest compliments i can give-- its very directly related to you being comforting, so i hope you know your presence is very welcoming. your terms are a CHEF'S KISS to me, and i feel very happy whenever you post. i think

@buntress — 🐇🧨🔪🔗

i look up to you like an autistic little thing staring up with HUGE bug eyes. i am to this day so sorry and apolocheeseful for the pride star incident, but i know youve since understood that i made a mistake and youre chill about it. i LOVE your terms, and i swallow your posts without chewing on them like a sucuri giant brazilian snake. genuinely feel very happy when i see a post from you, or when interaction occurs. youre so so cool and kick-ass to me, youre like the big sibling that i see being punk rock and cheer on. i dont even know if youre older than me, probably so, but regardless youre SUPER cool. like the punk rock hare of the punk rock club. despitw that, you're super kind and nice to talk to, and i want to make sure i get some more interaction action (/caseoh phrase) with you, because you're genuinely super friend coded. im sorry i didnt say much, but i hope its enough to at least make you smile, you definitely deserve it. thank you

@the-astropaws — 🥀🪶♥️🧸

prepare for trouble, and make it double... to the two QUEERS running this blog, you two are too kind to be real sometimes. i genuinely love the stuff made around these parts (the blog), and how you speak up about issues in the community with eloquence and well-put wording. i appreciate this blog and the two persons behind it; you two are super swell to be around. i still remember the purple theme and it makes me happy to remember that i remember the theme, becahse it means you two made your way into my head properly. thank you for your presence so much, its so stress-free to send an ask or talk to you, and i know we may not have interacted a whole lot but i appreciate your presences greatly. thank you so so so much for being around, and for your gentle words. thank you

@rabidbatboy — 🪰🩸🦴⛓️

alright... who's SLURRING it up around here? okay, anyways, your posts and creations have given me so much closure and happiness. and thats that. your roachgirl, muttgirl, roachdyke and gay flags are so good it makes me want to recite popular tiktok phrases like "DROP ANOTHER COINING POST, AND MY LIFE IS YOURS!!!!!" or the like. your presence is INCREDIBLY strong and felt whenever you're around-- i can easily, immediately go "oh thats the fightclub guy! thats the uncledyke! ohhhh thats the punk ass dude from tumblr! oh hell yeah!" when i see you talking. and despite the fact you are a very strong figure, you're ironically really easy to talk to! i actually used to be very intimidated by and < Oh My God You Can Actually Kill Me If You Decide To Do So Please Spare This Bug> towards you, but noe you're just... fellow uncle. fellow dudebro. i feel very happy whenever i see you because it means youre out there rawdogging life, and that means i've got a chance too. i love your fight club references and your entire vibe, you are very positively what i can describe as "the type of person that makes me want to get competitive". but even with that, youre incredibly patient and generous (despite how people test your patience). thank you

@nqvo — 🦢🪞🌫🪷

my nephew. my sweet nephew. oh you absolute struggler, you NEED to make more terms that people will love instead of assets that people will steal. you get so rightfully pissed at the things ed*tblr has going on, and i think you would profit from a change of space, because holy hell does it hurt when i get close to editblr instead of coinblr. you're always so fucking angry and i'm HERE for it! i love listening to you complain and make the points you make, because SOMEHOW you're always correct about things, and it baffles me that your rage is contained despite the horrors you witness and endure. but aside from that, i treasure you as family and im so glad to know you and be able to share a GROUPCHAT with you. whenever i hear you talk of your interests and when you have the faggotry episodes, i feel very happy. your happiness is important to me, and i better fucking see you start being nicer and nicer and nicer and nicer to yourself. youre unbelievably well put together considering how much people push your buttons, sometimes i wish i could send meteors to the people bothering you, or that you give them a piece of your mind. but you and i know its not worth it, so i'll also be glad to hear what you have to say in the < melancholic rupture far deep into the sea >, amongst our friends. people like you a lot, son (/like a old dude talking to a young lad), and i hope you see that its all because you're YOU, not anything else. your bravery and your perseverance make me hope for better times, and i hope you can let yourself ask for help whenever you need it-- to me, or in general. your friends love you, and we all got you. thank you

@praysia — 🎧💠🎀🔌

tranny... faggot... dyke... slur-a-tron... my best friend in slurhood. the slurmaxxer. you are such a lovely friend and i love to hear your yap sessions, and i absolutely adore when you talk about your manmade horror yaois. i love slinging slurs at you and when you use the :pathetic: emoji. you are genuinely such a great friend and your presence makes me raise my arms into the air and go "THE SLURS ARE HERE!!!!". please never ever shut the fuck up or im gonna die miserably like a slug with salt on it. please never give up. youre very motivational to me because youve been through so many life-ending things and still you persist. i like to punch you and stuff haha cool dynamic, but i also genuinely appreciate when youre around. i may not know you all too well on the idyera iceberg, but i sure as hell appreciate you regardless. youre like if the phrase "man's best friend" was a person, because youre a stupid dog and one of the best friends i have, even if you havent unearthed your most horrifying life stories near me. i dont need you to, i just know youre my good friend fagalo. dearest fagoba seradykei mutual. i will hase you with hammers and hold you up into the air. thank you for being here to this day, you fucking liberal!!!!!! youre a joy to be around and i always smile when im near you. youre like a fountain of joy, despite being a mentally ill bitch; youre seriously a lovely person to be around, and i hope you feel like you can rely on me when you need help, even if youre more of a haf than me. thank you

@arachnwife — ⚙️🌈🔪🎉

you are so correct all the time it almost makes me angry (positively). i love seeing you in convos and i love the stuff you make, and im SOOO fucking happy you made a icon blog because ive been complaining about exclusionist icon makers for the past months, and youre like jesus christ coming back for making a icon blog without being a prick... i love conversations with you, and whenever i spot you its like the animal jam best guess game and im winning the spider questions. i also have a passing feeling, a slight suspicion that you might like ticci toby (just a mere impression HEHSHRHKRKTK). youre so chill its almost like eating ice cream and getting brainfreeze-- without the agony though, positively chilling. thank you for being around. i really really want to talk to you more so sometimes i show up and say something and pray for god to bestow a convo upon us. but i'll keep putting more effort into talking to you, because you are PAWESOME! very nice to be around you. keep up the good shtuff up dude, i really appreciate it. thank you

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@icwdtea / @puriette-archived — 🐶🧣🍰🍁

OUPY!!!!! THATS OUPYYYY!!! THATS OOMPHIEEEE!!!! MY OOMPHIE OUPYYYY... THE MUSIC MISER!!!! you are the physical manifestation of the autumn season to me. i can layer clothes, get nice and cozy, feel the chill fresh breeze on my face, but never will i have to freeze, overheat, or be uncomfortable around you. you've gone and you go through so much, and it only ever seems to make you be kinder to defy bitterness-- and thats something big. something special, shiny, precious, and i think it perfectly represents you; youre warm like < three fluffy blankets > during a freezing winter night, a sweet and soft slice of cake with tons of chocolate involved (icing, filling, etc.), youre like a hug from a old friend you havent seen in forever. you, too, are like the word "man's best friend", much like our slurmaxxing canine friend; you are the peace after a horrible storm, you are the tbeautiful things in life, a smile exchanged between one and a stranger. you are the sweet melodies of music without vocals, the gentle humming of a loving familiar, the warm air around a fireplace. your kindness and your loveliness may be accompanied by rabid behavior, but that will never take away from your love-natured self. you are so many goof things i cannot say, and i hope you know it goes beyond just being perceived-- its something you are, and im grateful for you being around to this day. i hope we can talk more often. thank you

[onskepa]

Hello hello hellooo! I got a request for a fic. Its an atwow and across the spiderverse crossover.

So what if one the radioactive spiders ended up in one the labs in Hells gate, and Spider gets bitten by it. He starts acting weird cause he hides these new changes from everyone, he doesnt know how to even begin to talk about it. ( the bite also makes him able to breathe pandora air)

Then  Miguel sees something is wrong and sends Miles to check it out since he is an anomaly "you're not right but I got a job for mistakes like you" and Gwen tags along cause she wants to

ask you shall recieve!

P.S: cover made by meeeeeeeeeeeeeee~!!!

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Planet 2154

“Alright my little darlings, lets see how well you can handle the new world” a young and ambitious scientist to his mass collection of spiders. Rare and many nearly endangered species of spiders. The young man was given a once in a lifetime opportunity. 

He was given a mission to see how small creatures can adapt to the planet called pandora. See how they can develop and grow. His precious spiders are all he has of the damned world. To be given such an opportunity was something he simply could not pass. 

Too bad he was unfortunately in the middle of a war that took his life in pandora. Leaving behind his unfinished work. His spiders? All gone. Well, almost all of them. One survived. Thrived in the new world. 

“Junk, junk, junk here, junk there, what's that over there? Junk, what are we looking at? Junk, oh see that? JUNK!” maxed shouted the last part, clearly at his wits end of having to do more clearing out. He and other remaining humans were clearing out what was left of hellsgate. Looking for anything salvageable to reuse, fix, or make something out of. Anything else is considered junk which can be used as a burning fuel. 

It has been days and they have reached the last few sections. 

One of the rooms was opened and Norman walked in, instantly recognizing it was a specific lab. 

“Hey I remember this place” he says while looking at some old, dusty files. “Yeah, this belonged to that insect guy”. 

“The weirdo who had a thing for spiders?” Max asked. They remember the odd young man. Tasked with an interesting mission but to die in a fight he wanted nothing to be part of. 

“Yeah but he wasn't hurting anyone, just an oddball. Too bad he is gone” norm said as he observes the old spider cages. Many broken, some spiders are now old skeletons. It really saddened me. The young lad had a chance to revive dying species and now it is sad to know and see, spiders are now gone for good. Both on Earth and pandora. 

As they looked around and loud crash was hard. Norm quickly turned around to see Max moving away from a pile of now more broken cages. Norm sighs and gives his friend a disapproving look, “you are cleaning that up”. 

Max curses silently. 

However, unknowest to them, when the cages broke, one little creature of 8 legs crawled out. It was alive, and it was free. 

“Come on! Last one to get there is a shit head!” lo’ak shouts out as he makes a run towards a desired destination. Kiri, tuk and spider were running while giggling. The wind hitting their faces, fresh crisp air, the energy flowing through them Another fantastic day for another fantastic adventure.  

Spider did his best to catch up, he is human after all. Running at full speed to beat his best friend. Last time he lost, spider was forced to carry baskets either full of fruits or other heavy materials. No way was he going to do that again. 

So he tries to run as fast as he can before-

“YEAH!! I WIN AGAIN!” lo’ak cheers as they reach their destination. 

Spider pants heavily, catching his breath. Sitting down in a soft moss, letting his feet rest. 

“No fair! You had a head start!” tuk accuses her brother. 

“No I didnt, I just reacted faster than all of you” lo’ak defended himself. 

Spider chuckled to himself, laying down enjoying the breeze. 

“Sleeping already monkey boy?” kiri teases as she bends down, smiling at him. Using her tail to tickle his side. 

“Hey! Can't help but enjoy the sky, you know. Pretty good stuff” spider says. 

Kiri rolls her eyes and goes off to do something else nearby. 

It was good for a few minutes until a sharp piercing pain was felt on his shoulder. 

“OW!” he shrieks. Quickly slamming whatever was causing the pain. 

Kiri heard him and was quick to be at his side. 

“Hey, you ok?” she asks concerningly. 

“Something bit me. Damn I felt that” spider grunts as he rubs off the pain. Looking around for the biter. 

“What is that…?” kiri asks, pointing at a small little creature. Dead by spider’s brute force. 

“I dont know, never seen anything like it” spider replies. Grabbing a small leave near a plant, he carefully wraps it around the dead thing. 

“Gonna show it to norm later, maybe he might know what it is?” spider suggests. 

“What if it was poisonous?” tuk asks. 

Kiri quickly inspects the spot, “its a bit red, might be swollen from the bite. If you feel anything funny, we head straight back to base” 

Spider nods in agreement. Though it was such a tiny thing, highly doubtful it can affect him in any weird way. 

After a long day of running and doing other stuff, spider returned to the base feeling well exhausted. Its nice to use all that pent up energy in good exercising ways. Though spider wishes he had enough energy and strength like the na’vi, who are capable of more stuff. 

But that is merely wishfull thinking. 

After his shower, spider inspects the area where the weird thing bit him. 

The redness is gone and so far nothing has happened in his body. 

“Should I tell them…” Spider asks himself, he still has the little creature. 

“Maybe not, was probably harmless” spider shrugs it off and heads off to bed. Already thinking of tomorrow’s adventure. Tuk said she found a good spot to fish, they all plan to head there. Maybe go for a swim. Who knows. 

So spider closes his eyes, and lets sleep take over.

Earth 1610

“Ok the black laces go on that one….so what shoe do you go to?” Miles Morales asks to the simple red single shoe lace. 

He was in the midst of reorganizing his closet, only to make a bigger mess and find lost and uneven pairs of everything. Like the laces that goes on his shoes. He paired them all with their rightful shoe place, but found one single red shoe lace. Other red laces were already in his shoes. And no other shoes are missing. 

“Yeah I'm gonna deal with it later” he mutters as he shoves the lace in his pocket. 

“MIJO!! Your friend is here!” his mother calls out to him. 

“COMING!!” he shouts back. 

Quickly shoving the last remaining stuff into his closet to make it seem he did finish cleaning. While shoving whatever else is needed in his backpack. Checking one last time that he has everything, he rushes out to the kitchen. 

“Mnn!! This is so good Misses Morales” gwen stacy happily compliments. Rio smiles proudly as she feeds this young skinny girl. 

“There is more where that came from” Rio says as she readies a plate for the girl. 

“Sorry ma, but we gotta go” miles intervenes as he starts to shove gwen towards the door. Rio slightly frowned. 

“Mijo, you didnt even eat breakfast, at least take a bit” she pleads. 

“Yeah miles? Come on, it would be a bit rude to just leave, don't you think? I like to be honest "Gwen sides with rio. Checking the time, mile sighs in defeat. 

“Ok, ok, just a bit”

1 and 35 minutes later 

“I cannot take another bite….” gwen huffs at she pats her stomach, 

“Me neither…” Miles agrees. 

Suddenly, at the same time their watches rang at the same time. Miles clicks on his faster. A hologram of lyla appeared. 

“You two better come up with a good excuse for being so late. A heads up, Miguel is already extra mad. Good luck!” was all she said before ending the call. Miles and Gwen shared a look of horror. 

“Hey ma? Can we take some more for the road?”

Spider HQ 

“Haven't seen the big man so red before” Hobie was the first person miles and Gwen saw when arriving at HQ. Smirking while fist bumps the two. Miles released a nervous laughter while Gwen just looked like a nervous wreck. 

“We tried to leave on time but you see my ma, she made food and we couldn't leave, by the way you want some?” Miles offered the tupperware to hobie who gladly accepted the free food. 

“Let me guess, you brought some as a peace offering to the big man? That didn't work out well the first time, "Hobie reminded miles. 

“Yeah but it's gonna work this time. Gwen tried it out and she liked it!” 

“It might work” Gwen gave her response. Though secretly she wishes she had more to take home. It was so good. 

Lyla appeared again in the watches, “great you two are here. Miguel is still waiting for you guys, try to be on his good side” and disperses once again. 

“When does he have a good side?” miles questions. 

Hobie gave him a pat on the back, “I leave you to it. Let me know if anything good comes out of it” and leave them to go into the lion's cave. 

As dark as it can ever be, Miles and Gwen enter Miguel's office [cave?] where he stood there menacingly while staring at some holographic charts. 

“About damn time you two show up. Do you have any idea how much time was wasted waiting on you two? I better hear a good excuse from your mouths or else it is toon dimensions for a week! Miguel shouts, his eyes bright red and claws out just ready to slick anything to relieve a growing headache caused by the two unruly teens in his eyes. 

Miles quickly takes out a tupperware, “my mom made dinner and she insisted we ate before we left. You know how latin mothers are. Anyways, she made Ajiaco with croquetas on the side. It's very good” he says rather quickly. Gwen nodded to confirm. 

Miguel shoots out his web to grab the tupperware, opens it try a bit. 

“Fine, excuse accepted” 

Miles and Gwen took a long sigh of relief. 

“Anyways, what is the mission for us today?” Miles asks. Ready to start his work. 

“Lyla, show them” Miguel says as he continues to eat. 

Lyla appears before the teens, “when you have a mission in Earth V98, a variation of you is about to have a canon event within 3 days time. Your job is to make sure it happens with no interruption” 

“Alright, easy enough,” gwen shrugs. 

“Miles, you have a special case on your hands” lyla turns to miles. 

“Alright, feeling good about this” he grins. 

“Couple hours ago we received a signal that a dimension with no known records or even a name, that a canon event happened” 

Lyla pulls up some one hologram file with many blanked out parts. On the top where the name of the Earth is, it was glitching. 

“Something 2154??” miles read. 

“Shouldn't it say Earth 2154?” gwen asks. 

“That's the interesting part” lyla smirks as she expands the file. 

“Miguel thinks that a canon event happened on a completely different planet. One that is not an earth variation. This has never happened before. Already this is under the ‘anomaly case’ and it needs to be investigated immediately” 

“Oh, it seems interesting. Though, why me?” Miles asks as he turns to miguel. 

“You are an anomaly yourself. A mistake, and so is this new planet already in the system, I believe its a perfect job for you "Miguel responds as he finishes the food. 

“Wow, thanks” Miles replies with a deadpan expression. 

“Your welcome, now, you are to leave as soon as possible. Prepare whatever and often report to me. We don't know what kind of planet that is or the new spider person” miguel informs. 

“Cool, give me an hour and I'm off” Miles shrugs. 

“Hey im going with you” gwen touches his shoulders, smiles for a new adventure. 

“I don't think so girl, you have your own mission remember?” lyla reminds her. 

“You said in three days. We can finish this before that canon event. Besides, it does seem much and I think he could you a little help” 

“Fine, just hurry up and leave” Miguel sways his hand, wanting them gone already. Gwen and Miles do so happily as they start to pack their needed equipment. 

“Another spider man anomaly, kinda excited for this” Miles says as he walks with a slight bounce. 

Gwen shakes her head a bit, “we do have to be careful, this is on a whole unknown planet. Not an earth. I think we need some more back up” she suggests. Miles quickly waves his hand. 

“No no, I wanna prove I got this. That we got this, alright? C’mon, I'm sure this new spider person might be going through the same thing as we all did” 

Gwen raises an eyebrow, “and that is….?”

Cold sweat, stick hands and feet, very loud thoughts, heart racing like a loud drum, anxiety and fear building up. 

Spider was standing upside down from the ceiling of his room. How did he even get up there? He woke up feeling very odd, feeling like he might have a cold or something. But no, this is much worse. His hands felt so sticky, clinging onto his clothes and walls like some tough clue. This can't be puberty, he already went through that a long while ago. So what is this? Spider was sure he didn't eat anything bad that could affect this. 

“Ok…ok….one step at a time” spider whispers to himself as he slowly takes his time to walk down from the ceiling. 

He needs to get out at some point, Norm or max will start to worry and might get into his room. Maybe visit mo'at to see if she can help him. So quickly he gets dressed with just his loincloth and other items, he does it so fast that he makes a run for it towards the exit of the lab. 

“Spider wait!!” he hears norm shout. 

“I WILL EAT AT THE VILLAGE!!” spider shouts back as he makes it out. Still running and not stopping until he reaches the edge of the village, catching his breath. Rubbing his rose and under his eyes to wipe off the tiny beads of sweat. 

Wait, his nose? 

Touching his face spider immediately realized something. 

He isnt wearing his mask, and he is breathing in the air. He is breathing pandorian air! 

Just what is exactly going on? 

Woa…..” miles and gwen say in unison. 

They arrived at the unknown dimension, landing in what appears to be a post-apocalyptic place. Tall buildings covered in trees, plants, metals now rustic, vines covering what used to look like roads. 

“They sure this isn't an Earth variation…? Cause….kinda looks like Earth….did a zombie breakout happen?” miles questions as he observes everything. 

“I never see plants like these in any Earth variation…” gwen replies as she bends down to observe a very odd yet beautiful flower. 

“Signal is kinda weak. Gonna be tricky to report to miguel or lyla calling in” miles says as he taps on his watch. 

Standing up, gwen goes back to miles, “we better lie low. We better not catch any attention if there are humans or other life forms” 

Nodding, miles and gwen put on their masks and hoods. Shooting out their webs they start to swing away. Taking in the whole sight of whatever the area was. 

“Kinda reminds me of that one game I play, ‘The Few of Us’. Its like a zombie based game but man those zombies were terrifying! They made this weird noise that makes you want to-” 

“MILES HIDE!!” Gwen shouts. 

Miles turns to see a very large, terrifying winged creature coming straight at him. 

Quickly he swings the other way, trying to get out of that things view. 

“WHAT IS THAT THING!?” he shouts. Going zig zag at the tall buildings. Gwen shoots her webs at the wings but it was flying too fast, the wind was making it worse. It weighs like a ton  against her chest. Making her web rip. 

The creature roared out. Making sharp turns and following miles really closely behind. He makes a high flip and lands on top of a dome like building, quickly turning himself invisible. The creature landed right beside him, roaring out in anger. 

Miles stood still, trying to calm his breathing. 

The creature leaned down to look around in detail. This gave a close up of the creature. It had 4 eyes, two on each side, its skin was mixed of blues and black. Having very large wings with razor claws. Its sharp teeth, sharper than any creature miles has seen. Truly terrifying. 

After moments, the thing gave up and flew away. 

Miles released his breath, falling down on his knees. That was so close. 

“MILES!” gwen lands in front of him, checking for any injures on her friend. 

“Just what the hell was that?!” she asks. 

“Hell if I know…but lyla was right……this aint earth. No earth of any type would have a thing like that in their world..” miles says in between panting breathes. 

“So…where are we…?” gwen asks. 

“This is so groooooooooooss!!” 

Spider felt disgusted shivers all over his body. 

He just wanted fruit, ok? He was reaching for a good banana fruit but it was too high. He wanted it really badly, so in a thrust of his arm, something came out. It was white but also transparent, and very sticky. 

It came out of his wrist. 

“What the hell is this?!” spider asks himself. 

He kept shooting more of the sticky stuff around trees and plants. The more he did it, the more gross and disgusted it was. 

He can't show this to his friends. What will they think of this? Norm and Max will want to check it out no doubt, though they might give him answers. Them being the nerdy and curious scientists they are, will want to experiment. That is something spider does not want. 

No, this is something spider has to figure out on his own. 

Could this be a gift from Eywa? Has she blessed him with something? Breathing the air without the mask is amazing, but did not expect to come with more stuff. 

Kiri might help but spider is scared she will be freaked out. 

So spider keeps on shooting, practicing his angles while figuring out just what to make of this new found ability. No na’vi has this. Not even the dreamwalkers. Maybe this is something only spider has? He isn't sure. 

“Only one way to find out” spider says to himself as he begins to cover the area with the weird stuff.

“Ok, I think we can agree we are on an alien planet,” Miles says. 

“So alien” Gwen says while having a traumatized look in her eyes. 

Miles wandered around the large forest area. Having seen creatures that can only come out of the minds of  mad people. Large beasts, creepy looking insects, plants they have never seen before. This is more weird than anything they have ever encountered. 

“How the hell are we even going to find a spider person around here?” miles ask while climbing over a big tree root. 

“Is the spider person even human….” gwen whispers. 

“Are those webs…?” 

Gwen catches up to miles to see what he is seeing. 

There in front of them were large spider webs, plants and the ground covered in it. 

“We are getting close…” 

Before anymore can be said, their legs were lifted up high in the ground, making them hang upside down. More webs were wrapping them together, back to back. 

“Woa woa woa! Hey!! We arent gonna hurt you!!” Gwen shouts. 

“Mask! Mask!” Miles tried to take his off but his hands were tied. 

“Who are you?” a voice was heard. A figure landed before them. 

Gwen and miles looked to see who it was. A tall muscular young man with dreads and wearing nothing but a loin cloth was standing before them. The stood stared silently. Their spider senses were going wild again, telling them that the person in front of them was the other spider variant. 

“Who are you!?” the person asks again. 

“I-im miles! This is my friend Gwen, "Miles replies quickly. 

“Why do you look like that?” the stranger points at their faces. 

“These are our masks! We didn't want to re-” 

Without saying much, the stranger took off their masks. Revealing their real faces. 

“....you can breathe without the oxygen masks?” the stranger asks. 

“What?” Gwen and Miles ask at the same time. 

“No, look, this is gonna sound weird but we came to look for the spider variant. Im guess that is you” trying to get on to the main subject, miles chooses his words carefully. 

“We came from another world looking for you. Can you please let us go?” he pleads. 

The stranger crosses his arms, not impressed. 

“Why should I trust you?” he asks. 

“We can do the same thing, look” miles shoots webs near the strangers feet, gwen doing the same. 

“See? We have the same ability” 

“Well, almost all the same” gwen adds. 

“Can you let us go? We came just for you” miles says. 

“Ok clearly we started off on the wrong foot. How about a redo, yeah?” Miles suggests as he rubs his wrists from being freed. The stranger agrees. 

“Alright, for starters, what is your name?” he asks. 

“Spider,” the stranger replies. Miles shook his head. 

“No, like your real name. Im miles” 

“Miles,” Spider says. 

“Yeah see? So, your name?” miles goes on. 

“Miles” the stranger replies. This kinda irked miles. 

“No, your real name” he pushes. 

“Miles” the stranger says as if the was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“Boy are you a parrot? I said your re-” 

“Miles, I think that is his real name” Gwen intervenes. Miles looks at her, then at the new guy. 

“Your name is….miles?” he asks. 

“That's what i'm saying” the stranger says while raising his shoulders a bit. 

“You have a nickname or something?” Gwen asks. 

“Spider” the stranger replies. 

“Yeah that's not helping….” 

“I'm told I am also a ‘half Latino’...?” the stranger says. 

“That's worse” miles says while rubbing his forehead. 

“Miles, I think he is a variation of you” Gwen teases. This seemed to horrify him. 

“NO-”

Spider was a bit conflicted. He hasn't seen these people anywhere, telling him they are from different dimensions? Is that even possible? On top of that, they know exactly what is going on with him? This day really is stranger all over. 

“Ok….um…spider, can you tell us where we are exactly?” the blonde girl, gwen was her name, asked. 

“You came here, shouldn't you know?” spider asks back. 

“We should but this is not earth, so it's not so easily readable and no records are kept. If you can tell us, we can write down what you know "Gwen reasons. 

“No” spider said. 

This came as a surprise to Miles and gwen. 

“What? Why?” Miles asks, not liking the answer they were given. 

“You are humans, how can I trust you that you won't use the information for terrible things? This place and the people have been through enough” spider was getting slightly angry at the moment. Despite being similar age, spider can't risk trusting these strangers. Eywa forbid they do something terrible. 

“We promise, we just need enough so it can be put in our records files. It is where we store all information of all dimensions and the different earths there are. Your world is a special case spider. And so are you "Gwen tries to make peace and she can tell tensions will rise soon. 

“Special?” spider repeats. 

“Yes, special, like us. You went through what is called a canon event. A very important moment where all spider people go through” miles adds. 

“You're losing me, what the hell is a canon event? Spider person?” Spider couldn't process what they were telling him. Is any of it true or just utter bullshit? 

“Maybe we should try another method,” Miles suggested. Nodding, Gwen and miles show their watches to him. 

“I am Miles Morales, and I come from Earth 1610, where I am….”

It was so much to process, so many things to absorb. Spider man? Dimensions? Spider HQ? Canon events? Spider felt his head was going to explode. That was so much to process. On top of that, now he is part of this whole spiderverse? 

“So…..what now?” spider asks. 

“What now? Now you are the hero of this world, man” miles nudges spider’s shoulders. 

But spider shakes his head, “no, I can't be a hero. I'm only seen as a burden to everybody. They already have a hero in this world, and that is not me. I probably will mess up this whole thing” 

Gwen and Miles share a look, seeing spider this insecure touches a very familiar feeling to them both. Hearing these same words and understanding. They have been there. 

“No one is a burden spider, whoever says that, well screw them alright? If this world has a hero as you said, who said they can only have one? If anything, two is better” miles says, trying to uplift spider. 

“It's not that easy” 

Gwen leans a bit more, “its a big change. Trust me, it just happens. Waking up, feeling weird, not feeling like yourself. Finding out you can do things no one else can. It is a hard thing to accept, hell, we are still kids. But it is something that does happen. Sadly not a choice we can pick. But we are chosen for a reason. You were chosen for a reason” 

Spider looks down at the ground. Can he even be worthy of such power? Can he handle all the problems and situations that can occur? 

“Best part though, you are not alone. Yeah you might be the only spiderman in your world but not in the universe. Here, with this, you can contact us” miles puts a high tech watch on spider’s wrist. 

“I thought I was alone in this, thankfully I'm not. I have Gwen, and other friends. You have us too” 

“There is a saying that we spider people follow,” gwen smirks. 

“With great power comes great responsibility” she and miles say in unison. 

 Spider chuckles at that, responsibility. Oh he knows that very well. 

“Hey, about how about we make a little deal?” miles offered. 

“We help you with the basics on controlling your new powers, and you give us a detour of this place. Sounds good?” 

“Sure” 

Miles and Gwen were in such awe of this place. Pandora as spider said, was so astounding, something straight out of an alien movie! Well, it is an alien planet. 

The creatures were so beautiful yet terrifying. Spider explained the creature that chased them is called an ikran. Majestic things. Yeh nightmare fuel. Actually, that is almost all of the creatures in pandora. Beautiful yet scary looking. For miles though, he took a lot of pictures so that he can draw them later. 

“Let me take you to the village! But we gotta hide so they won't see you” spider says as he happily shoots his webs and swings from tree to tree. He has gotten better in how to shoot his webs, still can't get over how freaky it is. But amazing nonetheless. He can do so much more now with his new found abilities. 

Following his moves, Gwen and miles land on a giant tree and begin to crawl around. Spider was really silent, making sure to hide in the shadows. Gesturing them to come closer, spider pushes some branches aside so they can see. 

“This is the Omatikiaya village, its where my friends live and I come to visit” he says. 

“Oh my god….” 

Moving around were large, tall blue people! They have tails, 4 fingers, all wearing simple clothing and everyone was doing something. 

“Woa….” was all could come out of Miles' mouth. 

“They are called na’vi. Very peaceful and amazing” spider says, enjoying his new friend's reactions. 

Gwen was carefully recording it all. 

“Spider, this is incredible. I cant believe what I'm seeing” gwen whispered, surprised she can form words with how speechless she is. 

“Can we go down there?” miles ask. 

“Spider scratches his head, “I wish I can say yes but the people arent so keen on meeting new humans. They tolerate me and a few others because we aid them and the chief is close friends with the other humans” 

“What about the other humans?” gwen asks. 

“Also not a good idea. They too are effy about meeting new people, they get suspicious very faster” spider replies. 

“Why…?” 

“Its a long, long long story” 

Spider showed more until it was time for miles and gwen to go back to HQ. But not before doing something special for spider. 

“Every spiderman has their symbol, their identity. They may all seem similar but everyone has their own twist to it” miles says as he is careful with the blue paint. 

“We cant wait to see you again, and this time with more friends for you to meet” gwen adds as she paints spider’s back. 

Hearing all of this made spider really happy. While he hasn't seen the HQ, he looks forward to seeing other people like him one day. 

“I get the feeling you might get along with our good friend Pav, he is super funny but loves tea” Miles chuckles a bit as he finishes up. He puts his hand in his pocket to grab his phone but felt something else instead. Pulling it out, it was his red shoelace! 

“I completely forgot about you” 

Spider turns to see miles holding out a red tiny rope. 

“You had it this whole time?” gwen asks. 

“Yeah, I was cleaning my room and found it. Couldn't find any shoe missing this” 

Miles looks at the shoe lace and at spider. His dreads are really long, while he isn't one to advice a haircut, perhaps an alternative. 

“Here, let me try something” was all he said before gathering spider’s dreads. 

“Hey, what are you doing??” spider says while trying to shove miles away. 

“Hold still! Let me tie it!” 

After a few short seconds, miles backs away. 

“There we go, now the spider is in full view and your dreads won't get in the way when swinging” 

Spider touches the red lace tied around his dreads, it was like a weird low poney tail. Though miles was right, he can swing without the worry of his dreads hitting his face. 

“Thanks…” he said 

“Hey, dont think this will be the last time we see eachother. We will come back, I promise” miles fist bumps spider as gwen opens a portal. 

“You better…” spider pulls both miles and gwen for a tight hug. 

“Thanks…for everything” he whispers. 

Gwen and miles hug him back. 

“Next time, Imma bring some of my moms food, you are gonna love it” 

“I look forward to it” 

Pulling away, gwen and miles wave one last time before entering the portal as it disappears. Spider smiles in happiness of this new path that he welcomes.

Spider’s pov 

Alright everyone, lets do this! 

My name is Spider Miles Socorro. Or just spider for short. I was born on my awesome home planet, Pandora. Panet 2154 in the files. I was bitten by a weird mutant spider. Woke up feeling weird and all of a sudden I have powers! It is super cool and fun. Now I can do so many things. I can be as free than I ever was. Even better, I can protect my home. Fight alongside my friends and the people who raised me. 

Now I may be new to this whole spider thing, and I am learning as I go, but I know I will use this newfound ability to its full potential. 

So, until the next issue, this is spider the blue monkey! Out! 

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHH~!! I like how it turned out!! Both in story and my cover! I hope you all liked it cause I out it all in this one! Hope you all enjoyed it! Until next time! See ya!

[stopthisshitplease]

What I would chance about the last season of The Umbrella Academy because the last season was a disgrace for the humanity and lost of all our hopes. (#1)

SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY

- Luther's jobs were in a bar for so long so it doesnt really made sense on why he was a pole dancer. I feel like after looking less hairy and buffy he would try to socialize more. Maybe hes that one barista who is overly talkative but so done with people. We could see some Karens absulutely wailing at him. And Sloaine. Shes with him. BECAUSE WHERE IS SHE???? But Luther begin a 'dancer' was really funny af sooo

- Diego wouldnt become a mailman thing. He was trying to be a police in the first season and tried to save Kennedy in the second. He would try to be a police again. Yk the Police Academy and all that. The CIA thing was good but if he cant get in the legal way he is getting in another way. You cannot stop him as he was a literal vigilante.

- Allison, Claire and Raymond lives together now! She wouldnt overwork herself, She is finally with her daughter and her husband now. She would work a small but stable job so she can provide and have time for her family. (Keep in mind that Raymond isnt from this timeline so hes still learning about the future) And yes Klaus does visit her time to time so he can babysit Claire, even thought its more like Claire babysitting Klaus.

- Klaus is eighter a psychiatrist or has a 9-5 job while is studying in community Collage. Eighter way he is helping drug addicts, homeless people, LGBT+ people, angsty teenagers in his own way. People know him as a friendly weirdo but they all like him! Hes not doing well financially tho. Güven that he doesnt have a stable job experiance.

-Five working in CIA doesnt make a lot of sense. For all the means he probably swore wouldnt work anything like that at all. He lives in the countryside now. And is a farmer! He tells the other people who lives close to him that he inherited the place by his dead father (haha) and the others learned the hard way to not pity him.. The boy maybe cant travel now but he is sure manically dangerous!

- Ben... Agh Ben. Not sure about him. He is obviously an asshole. But in the season he was more open. He was getting better. He doesnt have a lot relationship with the other siblings so I dont think he wants to hang out with them at all. But I dont think he would be a criminal (minus minor law breakings but who is counting?) Maybe he teaches martial arts? But a really competitive teacher and his students always go to home with bruises. He swears its a part of training. The parents are not amused. His yelp revievs sure is something!

- Victor wouldnt have a thing with every woman come on.. He loves Sissy too much for that. And his relationships never ended good. Him having his own place is nice but he strictly never dates. He adapted to the powerless life better that the others given that he didnt have them for a long time. But he still felt like the little kid who was locked up again time to time. Would be kinda cool if he and Allison bonded over it. (Allison couldnt talk for a year remember?)

- Lila wouldnt be a stay at home mom. She would still be on the 'book club' but her, a stay at home mom??? She has insane abilities in physical power, she would maybe be a coach. And for her AND Diego having three kids bespite begin scared to have one?? Nope those babies are poof! Gone!AND NO SHE DID NOT CHEAT.

[mangosrar]

i haven’t heard from you since.

chris sturniolo x fem reader.

idk if i specified but they’re in a relationship and have been for like 3 years!!

also hey y’all i disappeared for a while but i’m back 😛and i’m currently trying to get through the requests so be ready 😈love y’all. bee ❤️‍🩹

how had it become like this? it seemed so unbelievable that there was a point in yoir life where you thought you were going to marry him, have children, and grow old together. if someone would have told you three years ago that you would both end up like this you would have laughed in their face. he used to be so sweet, so passionate about you, but now that couldnt be further from the truth.

you werent really sure when the change happened, or why it happened maybe a little after your birthday, maybe before. of course you knew people grow apart but this wasnt growth. this was borderline misery. the constant fighting, the days of ignoring one another, the nights where chris would come home at 2am and not say a word to you after you had been waiting up for him, it was nothing short of torture.

but still every single time, both of you just let it blow over, waiting until the next bomb went off, but the long lasting was lasting a little too long.

"oh please, like you were actually worries" he scoffed, taking his hat off and throwing it on the kitchen table.

"you stormed out on me, you didnt even tell me where you were, youve been gone for 5 hours and you stroll in at almost 3am expecting me to be cool about it? what fucking planet are you living on" you said staring at him.

he didnt even reply he just shook his head, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms, keeping his eyes trained to the floor. a moment of silence passed as you waited for him to say something, anything, and finally he took a deep breath in and pulled his eyes up to meet yours.

"maybe i just dont wanna fucking be around you" his voice was quiet and soft, a stark contrast to the sharpness of his words. his expression was stoic and completely unreadable.

he watched the colour drain from your face, as he did every time he would bark an insult at you. a small part of him felt nothing but pure joy to know that he had the power to completely crush you, like when murderers say they feel no remorse for the people theyve killed, but another small part of him was bleeding, a self-inflicted stinging, like a pain he had never felt before.

"you know what chris, day by day i realize everything i miss about you was never there in the first place, the person i fell in love with was a fucking mirage." your words were dripping with venom. his face faltered for a second, momentarily letting the mask slip, and the pain your words were causing him beginning to slip out.

"you dont mean that" he looked like he was about to burst into tears, and it made your mouth run dry.

you tried so hard to keep it together, but the tears that had gathered in your waterline threatened to spill with every single Shakey breath you took. there was a pregnant pause and the effect of your words hung in the air. chris stared at you intensely and you let your eyes rest anywhere but on him, you couldnt look at him, at the chance of seeing him with watery eyes and a wobbly lip might make you fall at his feet once more.

you took a deep breath before eventually meeting his gaze and beginning to talk.

"i dont know why things changed chris.... but one day i woke up and we no longer spoke the same language, and i havent heard from you since" chris watched every time as he crushed you, but now as he took your place, standing there with his hands by his sides, mouth hanging open, taking rapid breaths, in and out, while trying not to cry, he felt as though you had murdered him.

"that doesnt mean i dont love you y/n, we can work through this, weve done it before, ill be better i promise i will" he spoke with a wobbly voice.

the tears were now full force streaming down your face. he stood there across the kitchen with wide eyes, trying to think of how to come back from this, but there was something about the way you opened your mouth to speak again, that told him there wasnt.

"i cant relax around you chris, if i relaxed my body now, id fall apart. if i relaxed for a fucking second, id never find my way back. why cant you see that?" you paused for a moment and shook your head at him in disbelief. "why cant you see that you are tearing me limb for limb when i have done nothing but love you? why cant you understand that i have poured all of my heart and soul onto you to try and wash away whatever it is thats made you like this and you are throwing it back in my face? i mean when will this fucking end?" you were yelling and you hadnt even realized you had made your way over to him and were now standing less than a foot away.

"y/n please, dont do this. ill get my shit together and ill be better because i love you" he looked at you with pleading eyes as he spoke, reaching out to grab your hand, but when you pulled away before he even got the chance to even feel your skin on his, it was like he had died right there in that second.

"do you?" you whispered, swallowing thickly, desperately trying to stop the floodgates from opening more.

chriss face was wet with tears as he stared down at you sniffling. he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. he was completely gob smacked. he never thought it would get to this point. but as your eyes bored into his, wordlessly begging him to say something that would fix this, he felt as though the earth was crumbling beneath his feet.

his silence gave you all the answers that you needed, so with that you turned around and walked away, and the sound of his broken voice calling your name, spoke volumes.

he knew it was over, he knew that you were about to go upstairs and pack your bags and walk out the door, but he didnt do a thing to try and stop you, he knew he wouldnt be able to fix this even if he tried, so he watched you walk away, and the second you were out of sight, he fell to his knees, clutching his chest like he was dying and letting out sob after sob, like it would mend all damage he had done.

in the next room, you were frantically trying to keep your self control. the urge to walk back in there and wipe his tear-stained cheeks and kiss his broken heart better was paralyzing. the sound of him wailing and weeping was soul crushing, but this had to be done, one of you had to be strong enough to walk away.

you knew he would leave such an imprint on you, he had left such severe claw marks that anyone you even entertained after chris, would have to know him in order to understand you, and that might have been the worst fucking part.

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Tides of Deception - PJ, JJ - Part 1

-The water was always somethings townsfolks talked about. What's happens when you find out the myths were a whole lot more than what you had been told?

-Use of curse words, hyperventilating and being tormented by a demon.

-Word count - 4.3K

-Jimin x reader Jungkook x reader

-Request open!

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The crystal blue waters were always something that mesmerized you, almost as if the water itself was sending you into a trance. Shining as bright as a diamond in the sunlight, the moon seemed to bounce itself off the small waves that crashed against the beach's shore. Memories like this were rare nowadays thanks to the merciless creatures that lurked in the shadows of the oceans. Thoughtless actions were the only things that they seemed to understand, no matter how much damage it did along the way. As long as they got the creatures to live a live moment they didn't care whether the humans lived or died in the path. 

“You know they say the closer you stand to the edge of the water the more tranced you'll become,” His voice held a hint of mischief as his eyes darted between your curious face and the dark waters that seemed as if they went on for miles. “But this town is littered with myths. Old wives tales about the things that lurk in those waters as we speak.” The way his eyes mimicked  the light bouncing off the waters it made your stomach churn. Why was he all the sudden worried about things that lurked below? For as long as you've known Jimin, curiosity was something he never even dipped his finger into, the old saying curiosity killed the cat was something that he definitely took to heart. So why was the water something that intrigued him now, of all the times you two have lived in this small town. 

‘Don’t tell me you're actually thinking about going on a late night swim.” Your voice came out in more of a mocking tone than you had planned. His head tilted the left slightly as he stared at you. For a second there you could have sworn they went almost dead like, all the color drained from his iris. When he saw your eyes widen he quickly shook his head , trying his best to cover it up with a cough. “I'm just joking you know, I'm glad you're beginning to have adventures, but do you really want your first brave moment to be facing the sirens or whatever they're called face to face?” 

A small laugh that sounded almost robotic came from the depths of his throat, it was odd to say the least. Before you even had a chance to say another word you saw him take slow steps towards the small waves that were crashing on the beach. Almost as if he had an invisible rope tied around your waist you began to mimic his steps. Left and right until the cool water had touched your knees. As much as you didnt want to admit it, the cool water was a wonderful contrast from the heated night that was making sweat beads form on your forehead. “It's nice isn't it.” 

There it was, the soft, velvet voice you remembered him having. All the worries that were filling your head slowly washed away with the tide. His arms wrapped around yours as he pulled his body closer to yours. Those eyes were his again, they were your best friends eyes. You've seen them a thousand times, but something still felt off. That hand that was wrapped around yours didn't hold you with a delicate touch, now you could feel his fingertips beginning to break the skin on your forearm. 

“Jimin, I want to go back to the shore.” it was a desperate plea, and you wanted to leave the waters. The waves were beginning to get rougher almost as if the waves themselves had million tiny fingertips that were gripping you and pulling you further out into the current. “I'm not messing around, I want to go back now.”  

“I don't know what youre talking talking about y/s, you've always told me you loved the water. What makes this time any different.” His head tilted again and you could've sworn his body glitched as the moonlight started shining upon him. Small jerks of his head were highlighted in the light. Fear felt as if it was running through your bloodstream at this point. This point it wasnt Jimin, you were that. Yet he seemed real, he didn't seem like a holograph of your best friend. He was touching you, his skin was warm, how could he not be real? 

“Y/n get out of the water!” that voice, you know that voice. Before you could snap your head in that direction the other jimin gripped your chin so hard you could feel his now shaper nails dig deeper and deeper into your skin. Those dark dead eyes were back, but the person standing in front of you wasn't jimin. His height has changed, his hair has changed, everything about him has changed. Those sharp fangs were prominent as the thing in front of you gave the most devious smile. 

“He's not real and you know that, doll. The only thing that is real to you right now is me. Can you feel my warmth?” His other arm that wasn't gripping your chin wrapped around your waist again. Those dark eyes were intriguing, but sirens were going off in your head. None of this could be real right now. The man standing in front of you, his warmth, anything. “You know this is real, but do you want me to show you how real this actually is?” 

It didn't seem like a question when it fell from his lips, it seemed like a statement. You needed to know this was real, the creature standing in front of you needed this. The thing leaned his head down towards yours. Those cold lips blowing his breath against them. “All you gotta do is say yes, and I can show you my world.” A sharp and rough material had draped itselfs over you, with sharp tugs you were suddenly under the shallow water. You could feel your skin rubbing against it in fast motion, the burns mixed with the salty sea water brought you back to reality. He was real, but that wasn't the real jimin. Once again sharp nails dug into your forearms as you were finally pulled from the ocean. 

Sharp breaths entered your ;lungs as you stared into the dark night his figure glitched again as he went back to his true form. The moonlight lit his devious smile up one more time before he turned around and drove back into the dark waters that were about to take your last breath away. “Oh my god, I think you're the stupidest person I have ever met!” 

“I'm the stupidest person you have ever met! Jimin you threw a dam fishing net at me, did you even think that plan through!” You huffed as you tugged at the mesh wire that still had you enclosed. A sharp huffed pushed itself out of your mouth as you finally freed yourself. “And don't call me stupid i didn't know that it wasn't the real you!”  

“Now I know you're stupid, you know I don't even like coming to the ocean in the daylight, do you really think I'd be willing to come here at night!” Jimin exclaimed as he helped you up to your feet so you could dust off the sand that cling to your wet body. “I'm only here right now because you sent that stupid picture of the full moon!” 

The moon was always a fascination of yours, even if you knew how dangerous it was. Those creatures are powerful anytime of night, but during the full moon everyone knows their powers become almost more unearthly than they already are. You knew better, but the beach was so pretty at night and you knew to never get that close to the water. “Look, I'm sorry, but it felt real. It really felt like it was you.” 

“That's how they get you, they are able to shapeshift, if you ever listened to me i told you that. They can take the form of anyone they have never seen before, so do you know what that means?” Sudden realization hit you, those things have been watching you for god knows how long. Long enough to pick up on details specifically about you! Your fascination with the moon and the water, even the idea that you know about them. You've been coming to the beach for a long time so it's untelling just how much these things know about the two of you. “Y/s when i ask you this you have to be completely honest with me, alright” 

You sucked your teeth as you shook your head slightly, “What jimin? Can't we talk about this on the walk back home?” you didn't want to spend another minute next to that water right now. That thing almost got you, it almost lured you into the deep waters never to be seen again. 

“Did you let it kiss you, hell y?n, did it get any of your blood on it?” you stared at him dumbfounded, of course it didn't kiss you he threw a fishing net around your body and drug you back to shore before it could even get its lips a centimeter closer to yours. “You gotta tell me the truth.” 

“Of course it didn't kiss me, the only thing I got is rope burns from you tangling me up like I was the damn catch of the day!” You threw your hands up defeated, the only thing on your mind was that you wanted to go home and rest. Forget this night ever happened. Jiomin eyebrow raised as he swiped his rough thumb across your chin, it felt like sandpaper was rubbing on an open wound. He held his finger up and showed the crimson liquid that was fainting staining his fingertips. “Oh god,” 

“Oh god is right dumbass, that thing knows the scent of your blood now, And if you ever go back to that water it's gonna make sure you end up on the bottom of the ocean floor.” Jimin wiped the blood on his shots as he wrapped you up in his jacket. “I need to go ask my dad what can they do know that it has the scent of your blood.: 

“As long as I don't go near the water it can't do much can it?” The worry was evident in your voice and it made Jimin's features soften. The hair on the back of you next was started to stand up as if it knew you were still on that things radar. “You're not answering me and it's really starting to freak me out!” 

“I wanna say it should freak you out, because i told you a thousand times you needed to stay away from the water but as usual you never want to listen! Bit i'm just worried because my dad told me along time ago if so called merfolk get your blood it's like a blood tie,” 

You rubbed a rough hand down your face as you stared at him. He can call it a blood tie all he wants, but that doesn't do anything when you want him to explain whatever the hell that is. “How about you stop treating this like a big" I told you so” moment and tell me what the hell is gonna happen to me!” 

His paced quicken as he wanted up the start of the house and he ushered you in, “it's like a soul bond now, that thing is gonna torture you psychology until it compels you to go back to the water. It's gonna make you see things that aren't there, and it can manipulate water so anytime you're around it it's gonna know. It’s almost gonna be jealous that you're not in the water with it.” 

“Your dad has studied these things since we were little kids, he has to know of a way to stop it, or at least make it so that i'm not compelled to go on anymore late night walks to my doom!” 

“I swear i'll call him, but for right now go take a shower, and before you get scared im gonna stay right down the hall so i'll hear you, but that sand is killing me.” Jimin gave you a soft shove through the bathroom door, he left it open with just a crack so he'd be there in a heartbeat if he heard anything. This was all new to him no matter how much he didn't want to admit that. The countless times his father would set him down and describe the dangers of the water, Jimin having only one thought on his mind, would let all the information flow through one ear and out the other. A heavy sigh passed through his li[ps as he stared at the worn out books on the shelf. Each chapter is filled with his father's annotations on all the subjects. Everything was colored coded, as his father was still figuring out all of the information that he could on the topic. 

Green, he knows anything and everything there is to know about that subject, Yellow, his grasp was not as good on those concepts as they were with the green color coded notes. Finally, red for the things that are still not in his realm of knowledge at this time. Thankfully the color red was scary, but that does not mean the color was not used. Jimin just prayed whatever knowledge that was unlearned was not the answers to the questions he has racing through his mind right now. The thought of going to his father was heavy on his mind, but he knew that it would come down to a lecture that Jimin was not prepared for. He could have been helping you this whole time had he just listened for a few minutes when he was first getting told all of the information that filled these books. Now in order to help you he has to sit down and make sure that he learns all he can before he could potentially lose his best friend. The heavy thud of the book etched in the house as he slammed it against the wooden table, time is not on his side and he might have bitten off more than he can chew. 

Steam filled the small bathroom as you let the warm water wash away the sand that still littered your body. It was all a stupid mistake you should've never made, and you know that. But for some reason it doesn't feel like a mistake. Going to that beach felt like the right thing to do, seeing that thing was the only thing on your mind. With so many questions racing through your troubled mind, you tried to think of reasonable answers for them. How the hell did he look just like jimin, how did the thing even talk like him? Standing on the shore it felt like you two belonged there, he was warm and counting almost. In the water it was a different story, h8e turned cold and demonic almost, but that was where most of the dangerous creatures lurk. In the dark and cold there was almost no one willing to go, yet you went. You were vulnerable and it knows that. Maybe you were just an easy target, standing at the edge of the shoreline,hypnotized by the moon's beautiful glow. You were the perfect target. 

“Why am I so stupid?” You huffed as you dragged the soap down your body. The sweet smelling bubbles gave your mind something else to wonder too. The rose scent soap was a nice change from the salty air that was lingering in your nostril. Even in the warmth of the steamy shower something felt odd, like a cold hand smoothly gliding itself up your spine. Those nails felt familiar and before you knew itr it felt like daggers were digging into the base of your spine. The nails themselves felt like they pierced through the skin and hooked themselves directly to your bones. Sharp shooting pain made you drop to your knees in the bathtub. The soon warm water was slowly gaining heat, Steam was filling the room making it even harder to breathe with hook like fingernails keeping you trapped against the floor. Your mouth opened to scream fro jimin in the kitchen, but nothing was coming out, 

Even with all your strength mustered up, your body physically couldn't release any sound. The skin on your back was burning hot as the water continued to beat down upon it. They felt like razor blades digging deeper and deeper into your skin. The skin on your back was becoming raw with all the scoldering heat that was being thrown at it. Soft whispers were heard over the booming sound of the water. The voice was slowly getting louder and louder in your ear. 

“Go back to the water with me” You tried to keep your breathing slowly, but it wasn't working. You were hyperventilated and there was no sound. No one could hear you, but you could hear everything. The voice sounded as if it was echoing out of the tiled walls. It felt like it was getting closer and closer to the point that you felt like you could feel the things lips against the shell of your ear. Just as you felt like you were about to pass out from heat exhaustion the curtain of the shower ripped open. At that moment you felt like your world was ending. The creature was back. 

There it was standing tall as it stared at your pitiful form at the bottom of the floor. Its head tilted once more and he leaned in eye to eye with you. Those dark eyes once again staring holes right through yours. Its sharp teeth grinning and glowing just like it in the moonlight. Just as it was standing in the light you could see all around you the lights themselves were starting to dim, the dimmer they got the closer the creature came to you. The slower it bent down to its knees you could feel your heart start racing even more. 

The tension in the air was slowly suffocating you, what was it about to do? You couldn't do anything besides shut your eyes and pray this was all a nightmare, but you were helpless. “Don't you wish you had listened to me?” That soft sweet voice held a tint of malice that made your stomach churn with uneasiness. You knew it was mimicking Jimin, and all of the sudden realization struck within your core. That thing was listening all along, from the moment you left the beach to the moment you stepped one foot into the house. Everything in your body was telling you to run, get help, but you couldn't. You were paralyzed with fear and the piercing pain in your back that made you unable to move. 

You clenched your eyes shut as hard as they would go, and you felt the bathroom air grow cold. The steam was dissipating as if any warmth was being sucked by the creature, but the pain was growing more unbearable the longer you resisted to look into its eyes. You could feel the creature's hungry smile as he leaned his head down, its lips brushing against your ear. 

“All you had to do was stay away from the water tonight, but I knew you wouldn’t.” 

That sentence made everything crystal clear, this thing knew you. It knew you would go to see just how beautiful the moon looked at night. It acted as if it knew every little detail about you. It's like it was lurking in not only the dark part of the water, but the dark parts of your mind. This is what jimin warned you about, the blood tie effects were starting. But just as the dark presence felt as if it was about to swallow you whole there was a sudden burst of light. It was Jimin standing in the doorway with a flashlight shining at you. Within a second he was rushing to your side kneeling at the tub. The creature hissed loudly as its body glitched and construed in the lights. Disappearing within the same instant that it had appeared. 

“Y/n are you okay!” That wasn't his voice, but the other worldly voice that was just with you. The creature was still with you, lurking in your mind. Its hold on you still stood firmly as you were unable to move from your current state. You could still hear the faint whispers faint but unmistakable as it loomed around.  

“Y/n! Answer me!” there it was, that soft voice you knew was his. His hand merely touching your shoulder made you flinch as you were still disoriented from the encounter. 

“im..im fine,” You gave a half hearted smile to your best friend. His brow was raised in question as he was wondering what was going on. Truth be told you didn't know what was going on, but if the creature was willing to do all of this to scare you, you knew the game had just begun. It had tasted your blood and you knew deep down it wasn't going to stop until it finally had you back within its grasp.  

You gripped Jimin's shoulder tightly as he held a firm yet gentle grasp on your arm. After all of this you knew this wasn't about the water anymore, this was simile about surviving and finally the key to breaking the bond between you and the creature. 

“From now on you need to stay away from the water.” Jimin tried to state it firmly, but you could still hear the fear in his voice, “I'm being serious, this thing is playing games, but i don't know exactly what game it's playing.” 

You nodded as you nudged your head towards the towel behind him. Jimin doesn't understand, but you do. That creature has its hooks within you, if anything you know the compelling urge to get back to the water is gonna be stronger than ever. And you know until you find the answers you're looking for that thing is going to wait, and watch for the perfect time to strike, and you're scared you're not gonna be ready for air. What if at the end of all of this that creature gets its wish? 

“Should I even ask what those marks are on your back?” 

It was an innocent question and you knew that, but you couldn't help but flinch at it. It was making your heart pound as Jimin's voice sliced through  the thick tensen. All of these marks on your body were not just physical mounds but remnants reminding you just how much of a hold that creature had on you. After everything you had hoped the water would wash away any remnants if the creature, but you could know seen the bonded was forged deeper than you expected it to be. 

“It's nothing,” You lied through your teeth and you knew Jimin always knew when you were lying. The mark from the creatures, and the burns from the creature were more than just marks, but you knew the impression they had left was something deeper than you could explain to him. You were ready to admit that these were something real, no matter how much you didn't want to. Letting Jimin know that you were terrified was not something you could bring yourself to do right now.  

“I can see it in your eyes, y/n, i know you're lying,” His hesitant hand brushed the small of your back where the marks were embedded into your skin. Out of shock your body flinched and you felt him tract his hand within the second. Your skin was still raw and tender from what happened. “I promise i'm not going to hurt you.” 

You didn't mean to scare him, but this was becoming too real. Your mind was in a constant turmoil. Everything felt as if it was amplified, the hushed whispered from before, to the robotic voice that sounded like Jimin. “I promise it's nothing, but let's just focus on figuring out how to fix this.” 

Jimin knew he didn't want to push any further, but he was just worried. He pushed a heavy sigh from his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “I know..but I just don't know what to do right now.” His hands rubbed small circles on your shoulders and he pulled you into a hug, “Y/n you're my best friends, i just can't stand the thought of losing you.” 

You sighed as you squeezed him tight, you don't know what to do either. That creature had physically marked you, taste for your blood seemingly growing at this point. This was all beginning to get too real, and you didn't know if you were gonna be able to protect yourself alone. 

“You've known me my whole life, I'm not backing down without a fight,” You playfully patted his back as you tried to lighten the mood. You needed to seem reassuring to both of you. “But you have to promise me that you're going to help me beat this.” 

You pulled back from the hug and you could see the determination, with a hint of worry in Jimin’s eyes. “I promise we will get through this together. No matter what.” 

His hopeful tone felt like a  drastic difference from the horrific situation, but you knew deep down this wasn't going to be easy. That creature was already plotting its next move, and you two had to be ready. No matter what.

[mushiewrites]

boxers🤤🥊 if you want to talk about boxing im your gal!!!! 

with the upcoming match, sapnap needs to train duhhh and on his first day hes super super confident.

macho sapnap strides into the dteam home gym but dream and george very quickly destroy his confidence and remind him he is not the top dog lmao. 

the gloves give such good indication of where exactly dream needs to grab his wrists - theyre like big red signs screaming ‘look at whats below us look at how small these wrists are in comparison he has no chance!!’ dream might even tease him about the gloves, speaking into his ear from behind ‘oh theres no way my hands would fit in those! theyre far too big, unlike yours’ 

i totally agree with george taking advantage of sapnaps (really sensitive😵‍💫) ribs. its even worse than usual tho bc sapnap cant wriggle off the gloves OR flex his fingers fully to relieve some tension and it makes him feel crazy. 

maybe when he gets out he gets really mad and starts swinging at george. dream laughs while george is like ‘help me dream hes gonna hit me!!!!!’

an actual boxer au where sapnap is in an interview and dnf crash it to be like ‘yeah we’re his bffs that train with him and we have a very interesting routine! it focuses mainly on endurance wink wink’

now… youre telling me a strong scary boxer with one hell of an arm and a mean scowl buckles like a daisy under even the slightest bit of tickling um do you genuinely promise??????!!!!!

sapanp would be so screwed in a pin tho (not manifesting that for the fight😭😭 just like in general) yeah he has reasonable strength and is probably good at movement like dodging and positioning but in a pin he freaks the f out ‘oh my god i cant move this is it for me why is all my strength gone’ and then you add TICKLING??? i think it just might kill him… idk theres really only one way for dream and george to find out 🙈

dream laughs at him and thinks boxing is easy so sapnap challenges him to take his place but when dream does he gets tickled to tears as well… not so easy huh :/

george doesnt go near them for the next few days for fear of tight boxing gloves being shoved over his ‘already pretty useless in a fight’ hands. 

its so funny seeing videos of him where he makes little slaps like a cat as his way of fighting😭 also having been part of the gang up effort on both dream and sapnap he knows the payback is going to be brutal. 

(btw, dont imagine sapnap losing it bc he doesnt know if hes going to have his sides squeezed over his shirt or under his shirt, so he just has to stare at georges hands and wait…)

this is so random lol hii mushie

I might’ve gotten a little bit carried away…

anyway. rambling under the cut

No bc we all know that sapnap is cocky af always, regardless of if he’s unevenly matched or not, so it’s no surprise when he drags dream and george into the home gym with 100% confidence that he’ll beat both of them easily. But when he’s suddenly cornered by the two of them, he’s scrambling to rip his gloves off so he has an opportunity to at least try and fight back

this only draws attention to them, and dream’s wrapping his hands over the velcro around sapnap’s left wrist before he even realizes what’s happening. dream tugs him roughly, spinning sapnap around and crowding him from behind, and most importantly, grabbing sapnap’s free wrist. now, dream is towering over him from behind, stretching sapnap’s arms into the air and leaning in so his stubble brushes against sapnap’s ears as he teases him about how small he is; about how powerless he is “What are those, kids sized gloves?” “i didnt know they made boxing equipment for toddlers!” “why is your face so red, sap?”. and while dream focuses on making his face warm up to a dangerous degree, the only thing in sapnap’s view is a very giggly george, standing just inches in front of him. he’s suddenly very aware of how tiny he is between them, and sap’s mind blanks at the thought. he swallows thickly and does the only think he can think to do

Sapnap starts begging, pleading, both cursing and proclaiming his love for them at the same time - anything he can think of to get them to back down. But instead george reaches an arm out and pokes into sapnap’s lower ribs on the right, making him jolt into george’s waiting hand on the other side that sapnap hadn’t noticed before. The two laugh along with sapnap’s squeals as he wiggles back and forth between george’s hands, making the pokes a little more harsh each time his hands connect with sap’s body. his hands are balled into fists inside the boxing gloves, tightening at every quick jab into his ribs. But when sapnap tries to flex his fingers to dispel even the tiniest bit of ticklish energy he’s experiencing, he finds that he can’t, and he panics even more through his frantic giggles. George starts to scratch and squeeze at the warm skin under sapnap’s shirt, right along his sides, but only every few times, driving him insane at the idea of not knowing when the tickling is suddenly gonna get so much worse. sap tries to keep his eyes open long enough to watch george’s hands, trying to anticipate the next move, but his lil puffy cheeks get in the way from laughing too hard, and he fails miserably.

At this point, dream and george are teasing him, but sapnap has no idea what they’re saying. Dream has sapnap’s arms lifted so high into the air that he’s basically balancing on the toes of his sneakers, and george is rubbing his knuckles into sapnap’s ribs with a force so hard he thinks he sees god. Eventually, sapnap is kind of just dangling there, laughing deliriously as george so lovingly tears him apart, so dream loops his forearms under sapnap’s biceps, shifting positions and holding him up that way, making it almost easier for george to continue his reign of terror on sapnap’s poor lil ribs ):

(…also the whole “in a pin he freaks the f out 'oh my god i cant move this is it for me why is all my strength gone' and then you add TICKLING??? i think it just might kill him... idk there’s really only one way for dream and george to find out” thing wtf i’ve been thinking about this wording nonstop for days…….anon…….pls anon……..anyway...)

By the time they let him go, sapnap’s face is drenched in tears and sweat, his hair is stuck to his forehead, he’s bright red, and he’s mad (well, he pretends he is. In reality, he actually loved every minute of his torture <3). He starts swinging at whoever is closest to him, who happens to be george, and george is cackling, running away from him and hiding behind dream, still egging sapnap on even as dream is holding him back from literally ripping george to shreds.

When sapnap calms down, dream teases him playfully, poking at him and making fun of how “small and pathetic” he looked getting wrecked to pieces in the boxing gloves. So sapnap challenges him to take his place. dream grabs his boxing gloves from one of his long lost hobbies many moons ago and lets sap get into position behind him. Sapnap wraps his arms around dream’s elbows, pulling them closer together so that dream’s arms are pinned behind his back, and successfully pushing out dream’s torso because of their awkward height difference. George doesn’t give him the chance to balance himself.

his hands are immediately under dream’s shirt, skittering over the center of his tummy and making dream stumble back against sapnap, almost bringing the two of them down to the ground. Sapnap repositions them, and in retaliation george starts to lightly pull at the bottom edge of dream’s bellybutton with his pointer finger, keeping his free hand skittering along the lower part of his tummy as he did so. And when george still wasn’t satisfied with the level of desperation in dream’s laughter, he leaned down and started nibbling into the dip of dream’s waist, sending him into hysterics. Apparently the combo proves to be too much for dream, because his knees completely give out, and in less than five minutes, the big scary ler is a crumpled lil mess of giggles and tears on the gym mat floor. He apologizes profusely to sapnap in exchange for mercy <3

now…George is the weakest of them all, and he knows it, so he darts out of the gym immediately after dream falls to the ground. He hides from them for the rest of the night, knowing they’re both undoubtably planning his demise - he’s the one who tickled the life out of both of them, afterall. So, of course, the next day he’s on edge around them. wincing whenever one of them brushes their hand along his back when they walk by him, or when they creep up on him from behind, just having fun with the anticipation of it all. And the worst part? having to listen to the two talk about him like he’s not even there. “Can you imagine george in that position? He’d never survive!” “No, he definitely wouldn’t. You’ve seen how useless he is when he’s tickled normally, what’s he gonna do when he’s completely helpless?”. and it builds for daaaays, until george is about to be super brave and ask them outright to wreck him, to just get it over with, but decides against it. He knows better.

they bombard him a week later, though, after george is practically vibrating with nerves and going crazy with anticipation. they hold him down against the mats, kneeling on either side of george. they each take a hand, shoving a boxing glove onto each one as george fights them the entire time. after they finally secure them, dream and sapnap dig into the muscles of george’s ribs and inner thighs until he’s screaming, crying, pleading, begging, banging his useless little fists into the ground (and into dream and sapnap) as hard as he can <3

also i couldn’t ignore the au mention……the thing you wrote about dnf crashing an interview and talking about how they train with sapnap without saying it……….can you imagine the blushy cheeks? the way he’d pull the brim of his hat down to cover his face as he got more and more shy the more dnf talked about it?????? the lil breathy giggles and pleads for them to drop it???? and no one would understand but the three of them, and dnf would push it as far as they could bc theres nothing they love more than seeing sap squirm (and of course sap gets them both back tenfold after the interview <3)

[bisexuallsokka]

ok hello i have found that i have no choice but to introduce you to my "divorced zukka but slightly to the left" headcanon for a modern au. basically, a pre-transitioned zuko and sokka have a one night stand at the end of their senior year of high school, and never speak again. roughly six years later, sokka is starting his job at an elementary school (not a classroom teacher, like technology or something) and meets izumi, who is so sweet and cute and i swear thats the face katara makes when she's annoyed, and one day happens to see her dad pick up and huh he looks and AWFUL lot like that person i went to high school with and OH GOD some quick math brings an idea to mind.

So sokka attempts to confront zuko who is very much NOPE DO NOT TALK TO ME, but finally breaks down after a series of shenanigans that def do not involve mild stalking. but only to admit that yes, izumi is sokka's biological daughter, and would like to leave their interactions at that, except sokka has NO interest in SIMPLY leaving it at that because!!! he has a kid!!! that he knew nothing about!!! for six years!!!

zuko very much would like to continue living his life without sokka bc being a single young parent is hard enough but he has a good routine and good relationship with his daughter and he doesnt need this, this, SPERM DONOR to just come in here and mess everything up! the guy hasnt been there the last six years, there is absolutely no reason for his to get involved now!! BUT sokka absolutely would have been there if zuko had only TOLD HIM, but how was ZUKO supposed to know that, and did zuko really think so little of him?? except it was a one night stand and zuko didnt even realize he was a boy until right after and he originally wasnt even planning to keep izumi, and HOW could he have just given up their CHILD without ever even telling sokka about her and given him a CHANCE to take her, and WE WERE JUST KIDS AND HE WAS SCARED-

its complicated. and involves a lot of trying not to shout around izumi, who is just over the moon that her dad and her favorite teacher know each other outside of school. and there's a lot of heartache over sokka having to come to terms with the fact that yeah, hes not izumis parent, and there's only so much he can do without stepping on zuko's toes, and he only wants what is best for izumi, and zuko seeing that maybe sokka really does want to be all in for izumi even if zuko thinks sokka really doesnt fully understand what that means, and would it be such a bad thing? not that either of them are going to admit this to the other.

so it starts with small things, like sokka being allowed to pay child support (which hes been begging to do since day one), and maybe it turns out that zukos new coworker is sokkas friend and they end up at the same party where they can really see each other interact with izumi, and a chunk zuko's summer child care plans for the summer fall apart so sokka offers to babysit since his summer job is remote which feels BIG but also reallyyyyy too convenient to reject,

and then something bigger happens where izumi gets hurt at school and while sokka is blaming himself he's also panicking bc the hospital wont let him stay with her bc hes not an emergency contact so he steels himself and later tells zuko he wants to make his relationship to izumi legal. hes not going to have a custody fight, he would never ask for that, but he wants his name on her birth certificate and wants his name on her list of emergency contacts, and its the first time zuko understand that sokka 100% knows what he's getting into here and is willing to be in this 100%.

So maybe sokka moves into this "uncle sokka" role, because zuko still refuses to tell izumi that sokka is her other dad, and yeah that hurts, but sokka would rather have part of izumi's life if he can't have all of it. and sokka gets a better look inside their lives and discovers that its HARD being a young single parent, why would zuko have risked everything he worked for to mix in some guy he barely knew who might decide that zuko wasn't good enough and take izumi away? and zuko sees the pain sokka has from missing out on so many key moments of izumi's young life, and the more sokka is proving himself as a second parent, the more guilty zuko feels. they go through some shit together and its more and more evident that sokka doesnt just want to be that fun uncle, but he's ready more than willing to be a PARENT even when it means being the bad guy.

and maybe they start falling for each other a little, because they are starting to have this LIFE together and its not just about izumi anymore its the way zuko rolls his eyes and gets the new fancy ice pack out of the freezer when a limping sokka brings izumi back from the park, and its the way sokka makes zuko genuinely laugh after a long day at work, and its like their lives are getting fully intertwined-

except that they arent. and they couldn't. because if sokka decides its too much. because if zukos good favor runs out. if it didnt work out between them. they couldnt do that to izumi. what they have is good, its fine, (even if its not enough) they dont want to risk anything that could disrupt izumi's life. shes the priority. and sure, she's already asking questions about the two of them, but what if they don't work right in a real relationship? the way things are now, either of them could back out, and everyone would eventually be ok. maybe. except every time they think about the possibility, it seems like they are already too intertwined, and either of them trying to untangle would just be a disaster, so imagine if they HAD to untangle, and-

so they just end up in an awkward stage of sad pining. because theres no way it would actually work out. because it would hurt all of them. and their life has never been better, but it's never hurt this much either.

ok so i didnt realize i could still write this long in an ask, but essentially i am not a masochist like you, and they do figure it out in the end. this could happen a number of ways, such as izumi just announcing that yeah this is my dad and his boyfriend, or zukka doing the "pining make outs that we never talk about until one of us snaps and we decide to let ourselves be fucking happy", or a very funny "we both snap and bone for one wonderful night to get it out of our system and then we dont talk about it" which leads to an accidental second baby where sokka and zuko both laugh and say whelp it must be fate lets do this the right way this time.

the most important thing is that they both forget to tell izumi that sokka is her biological father, so teenage izumi is very shocked and upset that shes just had to learn this from something totally mundane like applying for a passport, and sokka and zuko do the spider man finger pointing of "i thought you told her" "no, you were supposed to tell her" "did we really not tell her?" and its absolutely disgusting how cute they are

thanks for coming to my tedtalk

i love every single thing about this! sokka wanting to be a part of izumi's life and help zuko out....zuko being reluctant to accept but eventually seeing how sokka is proving himself.....the limbo period where they are both afraid it could end any moment....TOO GOOD! i love every single option for how they could get together for real like this is my favorite take on modern au divorced zukka by far!!!! <3 <3

[puhpandas]

Decennial

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Evan and Gregory, now age twenty-two, celebrate the tenth anniversary of their meeting in the comfort of their shared apartment.

Its already the afternoon when Evan meets Gregory at the couch in their shared apartment, smartphone in hand. Gregory glances up from whatever he was watching on TV, quickly grabbing the remote to pause the channel.

He doesn't even have a chance to greet him before he notices Evan's face. Worry quickly creases his brows, and he moves to get off of the couch. "Evan? Hey, what's wron--"

Evan tries to convey that everything's fine with no words. Because it's true. He just can't muster any up right now. When Gregory seems to understand enough, that's when Evan thrusts his phone into Gregory's line of sight.

Gregory shifts on the couch, taking the phone and studying the screen to no avail. Hes pulled up the calendar on his phone, the date reading March 4th, 2045. Gregorys brows furrow, then, "Uh. I dont understand."

Evan would have rolled his eyes if he weren't so emotional right now. He scoffs, tapping the screen and mumbling "The date. Look at the date."

It only takes another moment for Gregory to understand. Evan can almost see the gears turning in his friends head in the moments before he gasps sharply. "Oh!"

Gregory doesn't look away immediately, just taking it in as if it surpises him. "Its ten years since we met today."

Evan nods at that. A small smile stretching on his face when Gregory finally turns to look at him.

But he should know by now -really, it's been ten years after all- that Gregory knows him. Probably better than Evan himself.

"What's with that look?" Gregory questions, seemingly noticing how Evans smile doesnt quite reach his eyes. "You look sad."

Evan shakes his head immediately. "No-- that's not it." He replies, feeling a bit more fit to speak. "Its just..."

"Ten years?" Gregory prompts, and Evan nods. Gregory seems to get it. He sighs a bit, and Evan can tell hes not alone in reminiscing. "Jeez. Thats..."

"...A long time ago." "A big number." They say at the same time.

Evan joins Gregory on the couch, taking his phone back. Ten years. Ten years since he met Gregory. Ten years since Evan had been that little ball of anxiety. Ten years since the best thing that ever happened to him.

Nine years since their first holidays together. Eight years since they started high school. Four since they graduated. Three since they started college.

One year since they got their first apartment together.

Evan chuckles all of the sudden, loud as a jet engine in the seemingly silent room. "Do you remember what we always wanted to do as kids?"

Gregory only has to think for a moment. "You mean what we made a reality?"

"Yeah." Evan replies. "We got that apartment. Not exactly the college dorm we imagined, though."

"Psh. Are you kidding? Our apartment is way better than any dorm we could have gotten." Gregory scoffs. "We would have like. One room to our name, and we would have to share."

Its Evan's turn to scoff, this time. He smiles, the memories coming back easily. "You're acting like we didnt basically share your room when we were thirteen."

"You were always there." Gregory agrees, but Evan knows by now that Gregory doesn't mean it in a bad way. Never. That's one of the things that have changed since they met. Evan doesnt assume the worst first, and ask questions later anymore. "You got that right."

"Thank god we had Vanessa to tell us what to do." Evan says. "We would be lost without her."

Gregory snorts, shuffling on the couch. Evan glances over, and strangely, being here, in this moment, even though its nothing differnet from what he and Gregory do every day, reminds him so much of when he and Gregory would just hang out together on his bed. Drawing, watching videos, talking and laughing... all of it.

"Its a good thing she told us to get an apartment while we still could." Gregory says. "We would have burned down the entire dorm."

Evan giggles at the thought. It wouldn't be the first time he and Gregory would make a mess in the kitchen. He still remembers how scared he was as a fourteen year old, when he had burned some of the food meant for Vanessa's 'Welcome Home' dinner Gregory insisted they make. The Fazbears house had stunk of char and smoke for days afterwards.

He was terrified at the time. If he had ever done anything like that at his old house...

He shakes that thought away. He does that often. Thinking back to his time alone with his father and brother. His biological ones. It's been a challenge, shutting down his brain when it tries to recall the memories.

Its another thing that's changed. As a kid, he knew nothing about helping himself and his anxiety. He didnt want to. He never saw himself as worthy of deserving relief, and it was so subconscious, little Evan never even realized it.

Now, it couldn't be more different. Hes never been healthier.

Who knew all it took was a best friend for life?

He looks over at Gregory. Who's still recounting some of their old childhood memories. Evan doesnt talk to Michael anymore. The damage he caused is too much to ignore. Evan... Evan doesnt want to see him anymore. Despite Michaels wake up call, it had been all too late. The damage had been done.

Michael missed his chance. Evan had decided that a long time ago. Maybe he should have had his change if heart earlier if he didnt want Evan to find the brother he always wanted in someone else.

Because that's what Gregory is. Its nothing new, they were having these revelations when they were only teenagers. Probably even earlier for Evan. But Evan never stops thinking about how much Gregory truly is his family.

That suprise and shock of the kindness hed received from Gregory from little Evan ten years ago is hard to shake when all hed been taught his whole life is how to hate himself. How he deserved to be treated badly, because if he hadn't been the way he was, he could have made himself worthy. A respectable man. Tough. An immovable rock. Real men dont show their emotions, or even experience them. Real men can defend themselves. Real men start to toughen up at the ripe age of twelve.

Evan is twenty two, now. So is Gregory. This life they'd built for themselves, with such a bright future... little Evan never would have even dreamed of. Little Evan had thought there was nothing there for him. Little Evan had thought there was no light at the end of the tunnel. That he had been doomed from the start. That his nature nipped his figure at the bud before it could begin.

This life theyve built for themselves. When Evan had ran to the Fazbears as soon as he'd turned eighteen with only a bag of clothes, a binder full of drawings, and yellow bear to his name. When he'd shared the room that felt like his own as well growing up with Gregory. When they'd spent those few months together until getting into the same college and choosing an apartment.

This life theyve built for themselves. That Evan would have only seen as a fantasy when he was eleven.

Theyve changed so much. It always shocks Evan every time he sees an old photo, or really remembers what it had been like pre-Gregory. Evan is growing out his hair, now. Before, all hed ever had was a months overgrown generic slickback. But he gets to choose now. Like how he paints his nails. Gregory has never really cared about his appearance, but he saw a photo of his Dad as a college student and immediately went to go replicate the blue streaks in his hair when it was time for himself to go off to college.

Evan almost laughs sometimes when he thinks about how much Gregory really is just an older version of who he was when he was twelve. He's different, like Evan is, but he's the same as well. A constant.

He knows hes the same, as well. Just with longer hair, bolder clothes, and the power of experimentation. Gregory has never been one to care much about his clothes, but to Evan, its everything. To be able to wear what he always wanted as a kid. To not be confined to whatever annual clothes his Father would buy him from the back to school section. Its freeing.

It's in that moment that he thinks back, really thinks back to his life pre-Gregory, and the contrast of the before and after.

It's all too much, in that moment. The memories and the sentiments and the nostalgia. In true Evan fashion, he cries about it.

Gregory has long since learned how to differentiate Evan's tears between his emotionality and a genuine issue. So when Evan begins wiping silent tears away, he just smiles one of those smiles he does, and pats him on the shoulder, pulling him in for a side hug.

Its digging a hole in Evan's chest, this feeling. It's not bad. But it's not exactly good either. It's some kind of a loss, but a hope as well. Remembering how much he loved back then. As much as he loves right now.

"I--" Evan stutters, sniffling. Gregory hands him one of the many boxes of tissues they always have on hand in their apartment. "It... It feels like we need to celebrate, somehow. I mean... ten years is big."

Evans mind floats to a cake. Or a two person party. Or a collaborated drawing. Evan's mind floats to many things. Many options. Ten years is big, right? Something that big needs a big party. Something big to commemorate it.

But Gregory just hums, and lays eyes on the thick shelf of DVDs they have tucked by the wall right by their TV. "How about a movie night?"

Evan's about to interrupt, say something about the milestone, but Gregory continues. "Do you remember all our favorites as a kid?"

Evan stops himself short, almost scoffing, because of couse he does. How could he not, when he and Gregory had stayed up so many times to watch them together, alongside stifled giggles and ice cream straight out of the carton? "Of course I do."

Gregory gets off the couch, crouching by the bookshelf and picking out a select few movies. Evan catches the titles on the packaging from all the way were hes sitting. Every single one of them is special to him.

Gregory deposits the movies on their coffee table, three DVDs spilling out onto the glass surface. "Then I can't think of a better way to spend the night."

Despite Evan's attempts, he cant either. Despite watching these movies almost regularly with Gregory even now, opening the casing feels different in this moment. It feels special. Evan feels like hes thirteen again.

Before starting their marathon, they make a huge bowl of popcorn, pouring caramel on it just how they liked it as kids. As they continue to now. Evan gets the carton of ice cream out of the fridge, handing Gregory his spoon and taking his own.

All they need is a throw blanket and they're ready. It's the exact setup they've done for years. Starting ten years ago today. This tradition has lasted this long, and it will outlive the milestone.

It feels so familiar, Evan cant stop thinking. His emotions are dialed up to eleven tonight. It only increases when the sky darkens outside their windows. He remembers coming home from school with Gregory and just. Immediately piling onto his bed with snacks and pillows and turning the lights off before they'd dive into another movie. Only going to bed when Freddy forced them to.

Because that's what it was. Thats what it still is. Home. All Evan feels right now is home.

They laugh at all the same parts. They cry as well. They cheer. They point out the same things. Nothing has changed.

Sure, ten years is big. But Evan can't think of a better way of spending the anniversary than continuing to do what hes loved to do with Gregory throughout the years. This doesnt mark the end of an era, or a big change. It marks how long hes had the gift of his brother. His family. His real family. The fifteenth mark will, as well. So will the twentieth.

All the tenth mark says is hes had ten years worth of joy and growth. and He'll continue to do just that.

After the third movie, Evan takes a quick look at his phone. The numbers 12:03 look back at him from his lockscreen, a picture of him and Gregory. The date has switched to the 5th.

"You're my brother." Evan says suddenly to Gregory at the beginning of the fourth movie. Gregory pauses in stuffing his face with popcorn to look over at Evan's earnest face. "You know that?"

Gregory chuckles wetly. It seems Evan isn't alone in the sentimentality tonight. "Only since we were preteens."

Gregory pulls him into that same side hug he always does. "You're my family." Gregory tells him sincerely. "You always will be, too. Hell would freeze over before our family would ever say you aren't one of theirs."

Evan chuckles, eyes misty, because he knows its true. He can imagine his family's reactions so vividly. "I know."

They only sink further into the hug after that, the movie continuing on. Theyve long since stopped with the thank yous. Not since they got it through Evan's thick skull that they arent doing him a favor. They just love him.

It's in that moment that Evan realizes that tomorrow is another day. And there are more after that and after that. Theres more milestones to reach, more years to spend with his brother and their family, and he cant wait to experience them.

But right now, he's content continuing a ten year long tradition as a mundane celebration for a non-mundane achievement.

It's not mundane to him at all, anyway. It means the world to him.

Besides, he can't imagine a world where his family doesn't throw a suprise party for him when he and Gregory visit them tomorrow.

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NIGHT SHIFT p3

Pairing: y/n and Chris Sturniolo

Summary: a girl that just started working in a local cafe in her small town and a boy who just moved into her town because of his dads job.

Warnings: none

During the summer break i saw Chris a lot of times, he always or smiled or waved at me. And I ALWAYS got flustered just by his look.

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Tomorrow is school.. FINALLY!! I will get to see Chris every day and hopefully we end up in the same class.

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The next morning

School started at 7:30 so i got up at 5:45 to get ready. I didnt usually wake up this early but it is the first day so I kinda had to.

I rolled out of my bed and stretched. I yawned while walking to the bathroom half asleep. I turned the water on and I let my hands drown in it. It was so warm on such a cold morning, all i wanted to do is go to sleep but I couldnt so I snapped out of it and opened my eyes fully. I quickly striped my clothes off and got into the shower. I quickly showered and shaved really quickly, while I was in the shower I also brushed my teeth and cleansed the shit out of my face.

I got out and soaked up the water from my body with a clean towel. I quickly ran to my room and dressed up. *The outift*

After i dressed up i went to my vanity and did my skincare and makeup.

I put on tons of smells. Deodorant, lotion, bodymist, perfume.. It was all vanilla scented. I even showered in a vanilla scented body wash.

6:55

I packed my bags for school and took my headphones.

Before I left my house i quickly shoved a gum in my mouth before locking the door.

7:05

I sat down in the bus, listening to the music that was blasting through my headphones.

Suddenly I felt a wave of mens perfume hit me, I turned my head around to see that it was Chris. I smiled at him and waved him over.

The girls were drooling over Chris even though thats the first time they ever saw him (but who could blame them honeslty..). Some even invited Chris to sit next to them and when he sat down next to me they had the disappointed face on.

He sat down next to me and smiled..

"Hii, I love your outfit y/n" he stared.

"Thanks Chris, you look nice too" he smiled as I spoke.

While we talked i spotted a few eyes on us from behind but I just ignored them all.

After some yapping we finally arrived.

7:20

We walked together into the school and once again the girls were all over Chris. IT WAS KILLING ME INSIDE but I decided to play it off.

"I guess youre the popular guy huh?" i nudge his shoulder. He chuckles and shakes his head off.

I looked around and suddenly I felt a rush of anxiety run through my body because of all the looks people were giving me and Chris. I also heard some girls say:

"Ew does she really think he would wanna be with her?"

"Hes so hott"

"She doesnt have a chance with him hahaha"

"Do you think hes a good kisser?"

I just took deep breaths as I still felt everyones gaze on me and Chris.

Chris shruged my shoulder "you okay?"

I quickly got my mind together and responded: yeah.. im okay..

Chris nodded but still looked a bit concerned.

We got to our lockers and got our things ready for our the first class. We separated our ways since we thought were not even gonna be together in classes. I got to my class and I sat down. When a couple of minutes passed by I saw Chris walking towards me.

"What are you doing here?" i smiled as he sat down next to me

"I guess we are together" i smiled slightly even though i was filled with excitement and happiness.

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Since it was a first day we didnt learn anything we just got our schedules and talked about our summer break.

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1st and 2nd class finished and it was time for lunch.

I found my friends in the hallway and walked to the cafeteria with them. We sat down behind a table that was facing the table Chris was sitting behind. Chris also sat down behind his table and a group of popular boys from a soccer team joined him. He smiled even though he didnt really know what was going on. I saw some girls from a cheerleader team also sit there. I was furious. How could he be so popular i thought as i bit into my apple.

"y/n! hello!!" my friend snapped her fingers into my face.

"are you even with us?" she said.

"yeah just got a bit distracted sorry.." i replied.

"what? is it that new boy, whats his name... Chris? Right?" she smiled. "hes so fine" the other friend added.

I was so mad i just wanted to punch them all in the face but I got my act together and just nodded.

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After school I was outside waiting for my bus to come.

I sat down in the same seat i was sitting in the morning and once again Chris sat down next to me. For some reason I was so mad at him i didnt even wanna talk to him but he didnt even do anything.

As he sat down i just looked at the window and didnt say anything.

"Omg I met this girl-" he started talking. I was this close to telling him I liked him but it was all gone. I thought he felt the same way about me. I rolled my eyes at him as he continued talking about that girl and I knew exactly who she was. Shes the popular girl at school that fucked almost every single boy in the school.

I nodded to Chris and didnt mention anything to him about her since I wanted him to find out himself.

The bus got to my house and I just rushed out, without a goodbye.

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While I was getting ready for my ice skating practice I got a notification..

I opened it and it was from instagram. I opened the requests and saw that girl texted me.

Melanie

Leave my Chris alone before I beat you up.

Me

Your Chris? You said that about half the male population in this school that you fucked so you should be fucking ashamed of yourself, whore.

I sighed as i pressed sent. I got ready for my practice and I checked my phone for the last time before i left. That whore left me on seen. Of course thats what she always did when someone put her in her place.

I smiled to myself and left the house.

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OKAY WTF. IM REALLY SORRY THIS IS SO BAD AND SHORT IM GONNA CRY.

if theres any mistakes please do not mind them this was kinda rushed.

I know its not even that good im really sorry but part 4 is coming soon, ily all and thanks for the support and btw requests are open please request anything!

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Got any hcs of these goofy goobers embarrassing themselves in front of their class?

Not proofread we die like men

Awase - ive mentioned before that awase triped and fell down a staircase in front of komori but what i didnt mention is he has actually done this multiple times in front of different classmates (all on accident)

Sen - i think if he did do something embarrassing in public hed be the type to act like he ment to do it. And everyone just plays along. (Him falling face first into a thorn bush was strategic)

Kamakiri - when he was walking out of class too fast his school jacket got caught on something. He struggled to get it off without ripping the jacket for a few minutes before he just took off his jacket and left without it

Kuroiro - he keeps to himself because every time he opens his mouth there is a good chance he will say something embarrassing as hell. He has no filter when it comes to things like that lmao

Kendo - she once went to school with a really bad cold and ended up sleeping through most of her classes. It wouldn't have been that bad if she didn't scold rin for comming to class when he was sick the day before...

Kodai - if she did something embarrassing it would probably be small and simple like stumbling over her own feet or almost knocking something over or something like that.

Komori - she tried to show some of the girls an outfit she was working on but when they walked into her dorm room to see it on the mannequin, it fell apart completely because it wasn't secure enough. It was embarrassing because of how highly she spoke of her faulty dress

Shiozaki - there is no way she hasent gotten her hair tangled with something. Ya know when youre headphone wire gets caught on a door handle and it sends you flying backwards? She has done that with her hair more times than I can count.

Shishida - one time in chemistry class he mixed the wrong chemicals and made a massive explosion that made everyone in the school have to evacuate. (Only his lab partner knew it was him that did it and he wants things to stay that way.)

Shoda - every time he opens his mouth when talking to someone new he embarrasses himself. He will trip over his own words, say things he didnt mean to say and overall just word things terribly when meeting someone for the first time. (Its kinda sad to watch honestly)

Pony - as much as I love her she isn't the brightest, but she is confident. She has confidently shouted a completely wrong answer in class multiple times. It wouldent be that bad if she was only a little off but she has genuinely said that 27 was an answer to a history question.

Tsubaraba - he does so many embarrassing things in front of his class everyday so its impossible to list them all. Of of the classes personal favorites though is when he bit into a cattail (the water weed) and learned the seeds expand rapidly when touched the hard way.

Tetsutetsu - it was embarrassing for him to trip and fall flat on his face while running to class but it was even more embarrassing for him to start doing push ups to 'play it off' while his nose was bleeding.

Tokage - shes overall a pretty confident person, especially when she speaks. She was even confident when she horribly mispronounced a common word when talking with her classmates.

Manga - ya know that meme of the burger king employee doing the fnaf dance but getting cut off because someone walked it? Its essentially that. He was doing something stupid and embarrassing cuz he thought he was alone but when he turned around he saw some of his classmates just staring at him

Honenuki - he wasent embarrassed about falling asleep in class but he was embarrassed about the insane ammounts of drool that got all over his desk and himself

Bondo - i like to imagine he has an embarrassing laugh/ scream or something like that. Like his scream is hella high pitched compared to his deeper voice or when he laughs he snorts a lot or smthn like that. (Another reason hes so reserved is to avoid laughing/ screaming)

Monoma - he is a walking talking embarrassment for everyone around him yet he himself can not get embarrassed. No matter what he does I dont think he can get embarrassed (its kinda impressive honestly) however when he does something embarrassing (like the multiple times he teases class A) its always the rest of the class that suffers.

Reiko - ive mentioned that she uses her quirk to scare her classmates every now and then but she had to stop when she accidentally sent an object flying straight into vlad kings face. She was pretty embarrassed (especially since manga and Monoma couldn't stop snickering)

Rin - during the colder months he has to bring multiple jackets to class. When he doesn't he has to rely on his classmates waking him up from his hibernation every 5 minutes (which monoma and the others obviously tease him about, making the embarrassment a little worse)

Gif anime - neon genesis evangelion