#ive avoided that fate thank god

[jevilowo]

It's Irish Language Week next week so to cope I'm making a shitty comic teehee

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

Had a MASSIVE crush on you for years, still think of you fondly. Love the MASHposting

This is such a nice and sweet ask and I'm so incredibly grateful that you generously took time out of your day to be so kind. It means a lot and just from this small interaction I know you must be a very warm, caring person. Truly, humbly, thank you so much. <3

but also real quick no jokes if u have a moment if its not too much trouble or too intrusive a question could u tell me real quick why did u stop having a crush on me please tell me what happened did you find someone else did I do something wrong why didn't you tELL ME PLEASE WAIT COME BACK PLEASE WHAT DID I DO I CAN FIX IT I PROMISE PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPSLEALSEPLEAESSEEEEEE

[utilitycaster]

thank you so much for your analysis on BH, Ive been thinking for ages that they seemed like the wrong fit for this particular campaign and it's nice to see that I'm not alone. It kinda baffled me that even knowing the crux of the campaign was going to be about the fate of the gods, Matt didn't like... just tell the cast that their characters opinion on divinity would be important?

I really feel like this plot needed more religious characters, even if they weren't outright clerics or paladins. The only one filling that role is Sam and while I love him and FCG his approach to religion seems kinda... cynical? shallow? Possibly just more focused on the goofs of it all. Which is a fine choice in a vacuum but god, what I wouldn't do for this party to have a Caduceus or even a Vax figure so it didn't feel like a bunch of agnostics were deciding the fate of religion.

So here's my opinion, and I've said this before: I agree that making characters who had a coherent, developed opinion on divinity before the campaign that was discussed as part of the character build is important...but I actually don't think it matters if there's no clerics or paladins or even religious characters. I also said this before: my ultimate problem, in the end, is not just the indecision but the fact that they're not even exploring indecision; they just are drifting through a narrative from which they feel disconnected. I as a person viewing the show think killing the gods is a dumb idea, but a campaign in which the characters confidently embraced an anti-god position and took actions in the service of that goal would be infinitely more enjoyable. I do not need characters to live out my personal values, because I do that in my real life, in the same way that I can enjoy characters who are vastly different than I in personality.

I think Keyleth is a fantastic example of both indecision as an actual conscious character trait (during Campaign 1) and a character who is not religious or even particularly respects the gods but who seems to have actually thought through the implications and made an assessment. Keyleth's analysis paralysis and fear of making a harmful decision or being hurt is the point of the character, and Marisha explores it directly during Campaign 1; it is ultimately what is holding Keyleth back from becoming the leader she needs to be, and working through it is the arc of her character. Avoidance or indecision is a fantastic character flaw to explore (Bellara in Veilguard is a recent example that's been on my mind) but it is a character flaw to be explored, and for the character to do something interesting with, and Bells Hells just...as I've said, drift. They keep going through open doors because they are there and never say "do I even want to go through this door? Why or why not?" and the entire purpose of a character in fiction, in my opinion, is to ask that question.

I actually pretty strongly disagree about FCG. I think they took a bit longer than I'd like to click but I actually found FCG's exploration of religion to be one of the deeper ones in the series. I think the party often disparaged it, and the fandom certainly did ("Fearne should make that stupid robot eat his own coin" will remain burned in my brain forever; I cannot take someone who said that as anything but a shriveled husk of a person unless they admit it was horribly mean-spirited and they regret it) but FCG is the rare member of Bells Hells who actually explored the concept of having autonomy and agency - that was his entire arc, actually - and to have this be told through embracing the god of chance and freedom, whom he learned about by chance, was a highlight of the campaign. I would strongly advise you reconsider seeing this as nothing but a bit; just because Sam tends to make a lot of dumb jokes doesn't mean he's not often telling a pretty profound story underneath, and this is a lesson it took me until this campaign to learn, to be honest. But I will say I don't think FCG being here now would fix things any more than Braius does, in part because the rest of the party looked down on faith but also didn't really condemn it. They just made vaguely unkind comments and continued doing fuck all. As my ask earlier today said, they didn't actually challenge each other; they just sort of passive-aggressively bitch. The point that many people made very early on, that Bells Hells has a veneer of cooperation and civility but lack the actual true bonds that only arise through working through conflict, remains true.

Getting back to it, I think the fact that NPCs who are not affiliated with the Prime deities nor Betrayer Gods and even struggle against them (Percy, Keyleth; the entire Kryn Dynasty; a massive number of entirely secular governments including the Clovis Concord, the remnants of the Cerberus Assembly, as far as I know the Marquesian governments, the Silken Squall) are unambiguously against Ludinus and the release of Predathos means that it's not the lack of clerics or paladins or everyday religious people. I don't care if agnostics decide the fate of the world, but DAMN those agnostics better have a fucking vision for what the world should be. I could talk at length about why I think killing the gods is a deranged and unrealistic solution to the problems the characters claim to think it will fix, but ultimately I don't even feel like the characters care about those problems. The titans are still going to be fucking dead, conquest and colonialism already exist within Exandria without the aid of any gods. Hell, Ashton's whole situation could be replicated precisely again in a world with no gods; and as the Ruidusborn were created by Predathos as keys to release it, I don't think there's a reason to have any more but I don't think that's really what Imogen was going for. It's the same kind of thing we call rapture culture among terminally online types: the idea that with one big act of violence you will usher in a new, better age. The idea that violent change is inherently for the better is infantile and utterly self-centered, as is the idea that putting off a choice until it becomes inevitable is anything other than selfish and stupid. I would rather the choice of the fate of the gods come from atheists who weren't infantile and self-centered and selfish and stupid than clerics and paladins who were. That's it.

[5aaliyah5]

Textbooks couldn’t prepare me for this

Chapter 1: Starting over

Holy shit, a NEW Y/N x Hange fanfic from me in the year of 2025? on top of that it isn’t a one shot? The gods blessed me with this idea (aka Tumblr) and I felt it was my duty to see it through. Its been since 2022 since ive posted a new AOT fic- so I hope you guys like it. To not get discouraged/ to keep it exciting, I’m keeping it under 10 chapters, but yeah, I felt it was long overdue considering I’m a college student and literally have first experience what it’s kinda like. Also- I hope ya’lll appreciate me going back to my psych notes to actually insert factual psych info/ experiments. Ik Hange would most likely be a chem teacher, but I genuinely don’t know anything about chemistry and I wasn’t about to try 😭

If you have any suggestions or comments please feel free to add any or reach out to me through DM. Thank you so much for reading!

Pairing: Professor Hange x Student Reader / Roommates AU

Rating: Mature

Warnings: None

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It was an irrefutable truth that large crowds of people always relied on those around them to determine what was a socially acceptable way to behave. Y/N had always hated large crowds for this reason, as the human mind perceived and recognize patterns in behavior as the “status quo” and to conform to those to avoid being a target. Fortunately for Y/N though, the bus was not crowded, with very few scattered through the rows of seats, also leaving Y/N to have her own row. The drive had been peaceful, and had allowed Y/N some time to clear her mind as the bus turned a sharp corner. Large buildings loomed overhead, and when Y/N glanced outside her window, she couldn't see where they ended and the sky started.

When her stop approached, which had taken Y/N looking at her phone for at least 10 minutes before hand to determine that that was in fact her stop, Y/N stood from her seat and grabbed her luggages that had been in an compartment above her head, and walked to the front of the bus. The drive had only been 4 hours, but it had felt like 24 hours, as the stale air in the bus had been all that Y/N could breath in for those 4 hours.

She stepped off the bus, and as soon as the bus had left she breathed in a deep breath, instantly being hit with the smell of foods from multiple restaurants nearby. This is what freedom smelt like, this was what her freedom smelt like, and it was glorious. For the first time in her life, she was finally away from her family and it felt like an anchor had been lifted off her chest, one that had kept her down for so long. While Y/N loved her family, there was also a part pf her that was willing to admit that they were also constricting. Coming from a small hometown that only had one Elementary school One middle school, and One highschool, the nearest hospital being 20 minutes and everyone knowing one another, there were no secrets, and so it was no secret to herself and her whole home town that her father believed that she shouldn't even attend college and simply get married and start a family.

When Y/N watched as her older sister succumbed to this fate, having her first child at 19 years old, Y/N watched in horror as her once vibrant sister became a shell of herself. Y/N knew it wasn't from having her child, as her sister loved her daughter, but from simply never being able to leave, to explore, and to be forced to be content to live in their small town for the rest of her life.

Right after Graduating Highschool, Y/N was able to get a job as a teachers assistant, all the while attending the community college that was just a few minutes from her home. Her father believed that this job would allow Y/N to become more accustomed to the idea of being a mother, and to finally settle down, but this job instead offered Y/N the opportunity to save for her true future: to afford community college and then leave this town and move to the city of Shiganshina.

She had watched as 2 years earlier, her friend Sasha move to the big city, being able to live in some apartment buildings her father owned that had been passed down to him from his father. They had called and talked every week about the new experiences that Sasha was able to make and the new friends she was able to meet. And now it was Y/N’s turn. She had been accepted into Shiganshina University, and had saved enough money to pay for the first few months rent and first semester tuition.

Her father had tried to threaten her, to cut her off completely from the rest of the family, as she packed her few belongings that she had into two suitcases. But no matter how much he raged and threatened, she didn't need him. She never had. And so sure enough, as soon as she walked out that door, that would be the last time she spoke to him.

“Y/N!” She recognized the voice from the hours of phone calls the both of them had made to one another over the span of the 2 years, as well as the voice belonging to someone who had been a lifelong friend for Y/N.

“Sasha!” Y/N quickly turned around, immediately spotting Sasha on the side walk across from her. Y/N looked both ways and made sure to check for cars before crossing the street with both luggages being towed behind her. As soon as her feet hit the sidewalk pavement, she reached out her arms to hug Sasha, who returned the gesture. “Its so good to see you! I missed you so much-”

“Oh gosh Y/N, its been so long since we’ve seen one another, look at you! You look good!”

“You too Sash. Its great to finally be here, in person. We wont have to have long Phone calls now, and can just see one another-”

“Especially since you'll be in the apartment underneath me” Sasha smiled, and reached for one of Y/N’s luggages to help pull it. The apartment was only a block down from the bus stop, so the both of them made quick work of walking towards the apartment. “Oh, with that, my dad told me to tell you that your roommate is late and had some problems while moving, so they wont be getting in to the city until later tonight.”

“Aw really? Thats a bummer- I really wanted to meet them.” Y/N says with a sigh “At Least ill have time to make the apartment more presentable before they move in. Maybe go search for some furniture so it at least looks cozy and more livable.”

“Actually about that- I knew you would need to do all of that so, over the past few weeks I found some items on Marketplace for cheap and put them in the apartment already!”

“Really? Are you serious sasha?” Y/N asked excitedly and Sasha nodded. Y/N felt her heart beat faster and a large smile reach her face “Thank you so much! Thats such a big help, you don't know how much I appreciate it-”

“Of course, think of it as your homecoming gift. Besides, it wasn't that hard, my dad helped me go pick up some of the pieces in his truck that I couldn't carry alone, and we had the renovation men help bring it in. All I really did was find the things online.” She explains “If you don't like anything though-”

“Stop there- im sure ill love everything. You know me better than anyone else, and you know im not picky about things like that. I just want to thank both you and your dad so much for this- for this chance to actually live here and for caring so much for me.”

“I've got you Y/N. Im just glad ill finally get my best friend back.” Just as Sasha had said that, they both arrived at the Apartments. Sasha dug into her jacket for the keys, and slid them into the lock- Apartment 5- and smoothly, the door knob twisted and opened. The inside of the apartment was nicer than Y/N could have ever imagined. The building was older- with there still being frame molding along the edges of the walls, reminding her of something from a 50’s home. The white frame molds contrasted against the fresh grey paint of the walls. Y/N then looked to the living room. The dark green couches and glass coffee table all had a very classy feeling to it, which led her eyes to roam the walls again, with there being matching paintings of various scenes. One looked like the beach, with three figures roaming it and looking towards the sun on the horizon, another painting looked like a hillside with a tree on it, the background looked unclear but some parts of a wall behind it could be identified. “Wow- you really went all out Sasha, its so pretty in here!” Y/N traced her fingers on the coffee table and then walked into the kitchen.

The kitchen was simple, and actually very small compared to the living room and hallways leading to the rooms. Two people would be able to fit in here comfortably, but no more than that. With the sink, oven, refrigerator and microwave all being pushed along one wall, and half of the other side wall having a small counter for things like a coffee pot or toaster. A small two seat table fit in the small area along the last open space of the wall.

It was perfect.

—-

Y/N unpacked her things as sasha layed on her bed, talking about how her classes have been in the past, about the city in general and the nightlife of it: “There isn't many parties surprisingly, considering its a college city, but the few that there are during the semester go really hard. In terms of clubbing and things like that, we cant really go yet cause we are only 20, so our only options are either drinking inside our apartments and dorms or going to the few social activities and parties during the semester.”

“That might be for the best honestly. We are here after all to focus on College, and not partying.” Y/N remarked which earned her a laugh. YN reached into her suitcase to pull out more clothes. She really only had either clothes or sentimental items, as while she was packing, her father had taken it upon himself to smash some of the few items Y/N had in regards to makeup and hygiene essentials. She would need to go to the store…

“And I agree with that, but its also nice to get out once in a while… for establishing social connections, don't you agree psych major?” Y/N smiled a little as she put away the last of her clothes.

“I agree to a certain extent. Cant you also do that in a coffee shop? Or perhaps in class?” Somewhere less crowded, Y/N thought in her head, “Im just thinking of the peer pressure at parties like that, and how such a small thing such as someones approval can get someone into a lot of trouble…”

“And when has that ever been proven?” Sasha asked and Y/N was quick with her response.

“Many experiments, including but not limited to Asch’s Studies of group pressure” She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. “The experiment asked a group of people questions in which most of the group were confederates and said the wrong answer on purpose, and even though the one participant knew the answer was wrong would select it just to fit in with the rest of the group.” Sasha rolled her eyes and Y/N added There is also Normative Influence which is when People conform because they fear the consequences of appearing deviant.”

“Okay okay, I get it- The human mind is a crazy thing.” She says and Y/N hums in agreement. “So- now that you are unpacked… let’s go over to my place and crack open a new bottle of champagne that I’ve been storing”

“Champagne? I’ve only been here for two hours and your already trying to get drunk?” y/n asks and then answers “cause if so, it took you long enough- let’s do this. I’ve never drank before, but it can’t be that bad right?”

“No- it’s totally fine Y/N, besides we will have each other to keep each other in check and make sure neither of us drink too much.” Sasha assured her, and Y/N nodded along.

That was the last thing Y/N remembered before they cracked open that bottle…

—-

Y/N awoke sometime later, unable to understand where she was or what was going on. That was until she turned her face from the pillow to look at the alarm clock that sat on Sasha’s messy nightstand.

8:54 AM

Y/N shot out of bed, immediately almost tripping over a shirt that was on the ground.

“Sasha!” Y/N tried to shake Sasha awake but it was a failure, as the brown haired girl slept through the shaking and yelling coming from Y/N. Y/N even tried to take the blankets off of sasha to wake her, but it was a failure as sasha clumsily reached back for her covers and draped them over herself again.

“‘We’ll have each other to keep eachother from getting too drunk’ I guess that plan fell apart…” y/n muttered under her breath as she gave up trying to awaken Sasha and rushed to straighten up her appearance, borrowing some of Sasha’s makeup to make herself appear less hungover. The circles under her eyes unfortunately couldn’t be erased with concealer, still leaving a noticeable outline but it looked better than the discolored mess it had been a few minutes ago.

–

Y/N had ran to her class, weaving and dodging the many doors and crowds of students entering different buildings. She would once again restate in her mind: she hated crowds.

Y/N entered the classroom, her hair blowing in her face and sticking to the chapstick she had applied that morning, causing her to need to awkwardly brush it out of her face. She was greeted by a voice, which caused her to jump, a little startled. “Good morning”

“Im so sorry im late-” She rushed to say, as the figure that stood at the front of the room looked towards her. She assumed it was the professor, with their dark brown hair placed up in a high ponytail. They wore a white button up with simple black slacks. Y/N could notice their brown coat hanging off their chair as well.

“Its fine, you're not the only one. Its the first day of class and there are plenty of new students struggling to find the building or find parking. Nothing has started yet, and we are just reviewing the syllabus, please find a seat.” Y/N sighed, and turned around before hearing the Professors voice again “Im sorry, I just finished attendance, could you please let me know your name so I could mark you present?”

“Hm? Oh, im Y/N L/N.” The professor looked down at their attendance sheet and traced a finger over it before finding her name.

“Thank you, and nice to meet you Y/N. You can call me Professor Zoë.” They smiled to her, their glasses hitting the reflection of one of the lights in the room, which blocked their eyes from being seen, but their smile seemed genuine and Y/N felt good about this class already.

“Nice to meet you as well.” Y/N smiled and then turned around once more to find a seat in the middle of the class. She pulled out her computer to look up the class on Canvas and open the page to view the Syllabus just as Professor Zoë had said they were doing. Biological Psychology- Y/N read as they went over some of Professor Zoë’s background. They moved to the area very recently, and their background was in Biological science, that was until the college hired them because of the lack of professors available to teach Biological Psychology.

Y/N found the class go by very quickly as some other few students walked in late after her, and they continued to just cover the standards for what the Professor expected of the class.

—

After class, Y/N had received a text to meet Sasha at a small diner that was around the corner from the university and a few blocks down from their apartment. Y/N saw the bright yellow and red painted building from down the street, with the distinctive name Carla’s Diner written on the front of the building. The diner looked like any other diner Y/N had been in before, nothing special about it, but Sasha continued to rave about the food and how the diner was a beloved spot for the students of the university. Y/N did enjoy the classic feeling of the diner, and how it would make for a nice study spot.

Carla was also personally there and serving food, bring them their plates with a smile “here you are girls” she said, and Y/N thought she looked rather maternal weirdly enough. It reminded her of home.

“Thank you-” was all they both said as they ate their food. Sasha got one thing right: the food was amazing. She would definitely be coming back here for more than just a cup of coffee or pastry. The walk back to their apartment was very calming, with the both of them basking in the last sun of summer, as the season started to change into fall. When they both arrived to the complex, they went their separate ways, with Y/N pulling her keys out of her bag.

Y/N walked into the apartment, and sighed, happy to finally be home and now, with a full belly and now having the chance to relax within her own space. A space she wouldn't have to share with anyone else- aside from her roommate. But that would be fine-

“Hello?” A voice rung from the hallway, and Y/N froe for a second before putting a smile on her face. Her roommate was home it seemed. The voice sounded… Familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on it…

“Hey-” Y/N called put, as she took off her shoes by the front door and hang up her bag on a hook along with her keys. “Sorry im barely getting back. I was here yesterday but then went and crashed at a friends apartment after drinking a bit too much…” She walked into the apartment more, towards the back area where the rooms were, including her own “Its nice to meet yo- P-Professor Zoë?” Y/N stopped, her mouth falling open and her eyes widening. Professor Zoë stood in her door frame, equally as shocked.

“Y/N, right? What are you doing here?” She asked, trying to appear calm but Y/N could also she was internally freaking out.

“I live here now- I just moved in yesterday… What are you doing here?” Y/N asked, though she could feel in the answer in her heart. This couldn't be happening…

“I- I also live here…” Professor Zoë confirmed her worst fear, and Y/N felt the blood drain from her and goosebumps raise on her arms. How could this happen? Why did this happen? Why did it have to be her? Y/N had a million questions running through her brain but felt frozen in shock, like she had been caught committing a crime.

There was a tense silence between the two, both unsure what to do or say. This was a line that wasn't allowed to be crossed when it came to university, a Professor was supposed to remain a distant character, an unattainable person, who a student would never truly know aside from professionally, not… your roommate?! Y/N was glad she had hardly met Professor Zoë this morning, otherwise seeing them in a large T-shirt and sweats, with their hair messily down and surrounding their face, after taking a few weeks of their class would have messed with her head. They looked… good. NO SHE COULDN'T THINK THAT WAY. The only thing Y/N found she had the strength to do was turn around quickly, rush to her room and shut the door, embarrassed.

This would be a long semester.

[tothepointofinsanity]

the new pmmm movie trailer has brought back my Brainrot for the show so ive been re-exploring the pmmm corner of tumblr and

oh my god???? oh my fucking god???? oh holy shit???? oh my goodness gracious your art is so pretty??????? hello???????????

the way you draw sayaka is just fhfhfhfhhfhfhfhfhfhfhfhfhfhfhfhhfhf. yk? the english language does not have the words to articulate how much i love you art and the style of your art. i am going insane. i am losing my mind. every piece you've made featuring sayaka just captures her essence so well and it makes me feral.

sayaka's not my main favorite of the show (sorry sayaka, you rock but kyoko is just too cool with her Christian Guilt) she's a very close second and it makes me so happy to see an artist who just understands her character so well. she's a foolish girl blind to her own fate, desperate to do something special and be someone worthwhile but she's ultimately just a footnote in the grand plan of the universe, she wants to be just and righteous and kind so badly but she's too wrapped up in her own despair to truly be selfless, she can be selfish and callous but that's just because she's human, a human who realized her existence is ultimately an exercise in futility and that fact burns and it hurts so she does whatever she can to make the pain go away but it never does because she's just A Normal, Flawed Girl and that hurts so goddamn much-

i have so many Thoughts about sayaka. she makes me insane on a daily basis and your art just feels like it captures all the screeching in my brain and puts it in the form of some beautiful images. they're so great. you're doing great.

Ah, thank you for the kind words [♡] I appreciate the time you had taken out to write and send this long scroll of a compliment.

I have been told by others that the way I depict Sayaka is "so real" and that it captures her essence most of the time, even though I am not sure what particular elements about her that people in the audience like unless specified. I suppose, personally, whenever I am drawing her, I have to enter her shoes of not just "the frustration of a lovesick teenage girl", "my perceived sense of justice was flawed", but also to accept that resignation is a highlight of her character. A young girl who believes she is unloved despite her desire to do everything Right. A mermaid who cannot swim - futility and uselessness contribute to why Sayaka is a realistic and compelling person to a lot of people watching the show. Whenever I draw her, my brain paints a sketch of her sadness before anything else. The despair of "no matter what I do, this is the outcome" is true to the canon of Sayaka turning into a Witch in every timeline she tries to accomplish this Goodness by being a magical girl, reflecting the reality at large the helplessness girls in general experience on a daily basis.

It is why I find people who hate Sayaka to be...strange, since their prescribed reasons for dislike are mainly how "foolish" her wish and outlook in life was, and how she became irritating to those around her as though Sayaka isn't literally a paragon of not just deteriorating mental health, but to me, people with personality disorders as well, given that there is always a "sense" that the inevitable ending involves everyone actively avoiding you and you will eventually just...fade away into non-existence; a bad memory that no one wants to speak about. It makes me sad. Sayaka is sick, and everyone can smell the rot of magic off her.

Everytime I draw her, I want to capture, perhaps, this exact feeling of resigning to this disease. I don't want to always make the drawings beautiful since her struggles are ugly and difficult and tiresome, and shouldn't be trivialised as a result. She's always trying her best to regain control of her own life, thus being so unmatched in terms of how relatable she is to a lot of people.

I am glad that someone appreciates my works, even if they aren't always consistently quality. •́ ‿ ,•̀

[zerger33]

I loved your wriritng so lm asking you something Ive asked another. How would your hero have reacted to their partner disappearing at the end of eos instead of themselves?

Thank you! I super appreciate it! To answer your question, Violet handles it differently, to say the least. Assuming in this twist of fate, she is in Leo's situation, where somehow she lives, and he disappears, she wouldn't jump immediately seek death like Leo does. She can handle her emotions enough not to do that, but that doesn't mean she is anywhere near ok.

So she just... stops. Stops thinking, working, and talking, and she completely goes blank. She does the bare minimum of existing and spends the rest of her time daydreaming, unable to handle any of it. Leo may have acted out more and had a worse meltdown, but Violet just mentally quits.

She completely secludes herself, refusing to speak to anyone and not listening, either. She actively avoids people who reach out to help her, leaving the guild as part of that. Without Leo, she feels completely lost in a world and body she shouldn't be in. Leo had answers, made her feel like she was supposed to be here, and with him gone, she's lost that.

She would also complete the job of telling people what happened, though in her own way, telling all who would listen of her partner's tragic tale. Of how he had sacrificed everything he had to help her. Of how kind and gentle he was and how cruel the world was for taking him.

He would be gone longer, as it would take her a long time to get desperate enough for his returns to start making prayers at shrines to the gods. The first one she would go to though is Dialga, giving everything she has left as an offering, including her life, just to bring Leo back.

Dialga refuses to take anything, though, telling her through the shrine to return to the beach they first met at and show him how much she wants him to be back. So she does. She goes to the beach and screams at the gods till her throat hurts and her vocal cords give out.

It works, of course. Her sobbing over him, how lost she was, and how glad she is that he was back. How she never wants to lose him again, and how much she loves and needs him.

She also wouldn't evolve after the story. She knows how long Ninetales can live, and if she can't handle a few months without him, she could never handle 900 years alone. So she just stays a Vulpix, refusing to ever take a firestone.

That's about it, though I will say I have thought about how she would handle it before. After all,

She does become a Ninetales in my stories :)

[xlovely-daydreamsx]

Black Lab (Yandere!Hawks x Reader x Yandere!Dabi)

Summary: You're an Omega- your fate was sealed the moment you were born.

Warnings: yandere themes, later nsfw, slight non-con, stalking, manipulation, age gap (kinda)

Note: quick thank you to @yurithereader for the character suggestion, and to everyone else who gave me their feedback. this first chapter is a lot of exposition, just because ive had this in my brain for a long time, so its veeery developed, n im just puttin it on paper at this point. so, without further ado, here's the first chapter of Black Lab :)

Your fate had been sealed from the moment you were born. Your mother was a gorgeous Omega, flowering in high school and aging like fine wine, until your father came along- a Beta with a hint of narcissism, who always reeked of artificial Alpha thanks to his God awful cologne. Your mother had spent, and would continue to spend her whole life desperately trying and failing to avoid those men, getting hurt along the way and dragging you with her.

Despite your struggles, your mother was your world. Baby, she had said to you one night, empty bottles scattered across your coffee table, you’re lucky to have me, you know. You can learn what not to do in life. Well, that didn’t make any sense at all, did it? At least, not to you. Your mother was the most beautiful, intelligent, hardworking woman you’d ever known- why would you want to be anything else? Don’t ever drink, she said, don’t date assholes, and for God’s sake, don’t be an Omega.

Others always told you that you looked just like your mother, same bright, hooded eyes, flowing hair, and even the same smell. Told you you’d make a great Omega just like her, too. The men at the bar especially loved that line. When she’d bring you along to work when you were sick and home from school, she’d sit you at the bar with a book and some Tylenol, and you’d be content for the whole evening. That is, until the regulars would bother you.

“You’re Daisy’s daughter, ain'tcha?” One man asked you one night. You recognized him… Bill? You think that was his name, at least. You just nodded, giving him a glance up from your book. “You’re just as pretty as your momma, you know.” He coughed, “Spittin’ image of ‘er.” The only thing you could think to do was offer a small ‘thank you’ and bury yourself back into your book, but he continues to talk. “Is she as nice at home as she is at work?” You shrug- nice wasn’t exactly how you would describe her. “I bet she looks real pretty out of that uniform.” That’s when he started to reek; you’d always been extra sensitive to smells, but he really stunk with something you’d would’ve never recognized at that age, something you shouldn’t have been able to recognize until well into your years- arousal. His perversion mingling with sweat and the booze makes you crinkle your nose and suppress a gag.

“Well I’m sure you’re causing it for her, so leave her alone,” she says it like a joke, a hint of a smile twinging on her lips, but her arm stands as a barrier between you and the drunkard, keeping you safe as always. “She’s over here tryin’ to get smarter- maybe you should try reading sometime.” Another guy around the bar lets out a hearty laugh at that one, and you let out a bit of a giggle as well.

“She’s not causing you any trouble, is she, Bill?” Thank God, your mother, your savior had come to your aid.

“Oh, no- an angel just like her mother.” He smiles at her, crooked teeth on display.

He doesn’t argue with her, just slinks off to the other side of the bar to sit next to another regular, but you can still smell him in the air.

“Such an attitude for an Omega,” his grin is gone now.

“Ain’t got nothin’ to do with it,” your mother grabs a towel out of her apron pocket and smacks it against the wooden bar with a thunk, “now scram, I’ve got work to do.”

Your mother presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’ll grab you another Shirley Temple, baby.”

“I don’t wanna stay at Dad’s,” you cried, holding onto your mother’s work pants with an iron grip, “why can’t I come with you?”

“I told you, (y/n), you can’t come anymore, I’m sorry.” She pats the top of your hair. “Someone complained to the manager.”

You wouldn’t present until years later. By that time, it was practically all anyone could talk about. The school at shown a million videos explaining it, mandated more than a few sex-ed classes, and almost everyone had gotten that kind of talk from their parents (a talk that was encouraged by an email from the school). Nobody was a stranger to the concept, and with every passing day, and every word you heard uttered about it, you grew more restless, more anxious. That’s because you were an Omega.

You’d known the fact for many years- practically since the day you were born. The chances of you being an Omega were surprisingly thin when you put it on paper, dozens of Punnett squares in your notebooks, telling you that you were more likely to be a beta than anything, but that didn’t matter at all. From the day you left that hospital with your mother, your fate was sealed- you were marked Apex.

The idea of what it truly means to be “Apex” had been a hot topic in recent years, but the consensus from most religious groups, or anyone that didn’t want to think critically, considered it ‘a gift from God.’ Scientifically speaking, it was a hormone imbalance. Those who are born Apex have heightened senses from birth, and often hold the smell of their secondary gender even before presenting; it’s also not uncommon for them to present early.

You hated being Apex- hated all the things people said about it, how you were treated because of it, what it would do to your life. You hated how little control it gave you. Because when you’re Apex, you have a soulmate.

That’s what people call it, at least- a soulmate. Once you catch a whiff of their scent, it fills a hole in your heart, completes you. A bunch of bullshit, if anyone ever asked you.

“(y/n), (y/n),” Your friend, Ochako, comes up behind you in the hallway, clamping a soft hand on your shoulder; you hadn’t realized how spaced out you were until she shook you back into reality, “if you present Beta, do you wanna hang out over break? My mom wants you to try her alfredo recipe.” Ah, Ochako… so kind, yet so oblivious. Of course you weren’t going to present beta- she knew that well enough, having smelled your room before, your whole house, for that matter, but she still held out hope for you. Maybe she pitied you, you thought- the poor, scared little Omega, afraid of her true nature. 

No, Ochako wasn’t like that. “Yeah, sure. You know how much I always love her cooking.” You give her a soft smile. Her oblivion is an act of kindness- nothing more, nothing less.

Presenting season always falls in the later months of the year, giving middle school students a much needed, especially long winter break. 

Your break starts early, on account of how sick you feel beforehand. You’d been mulling over all your options- technically you didn’t have to take the hormone enhancers- there were plenty of groups that advocated for natural presentation, so you could just pretend you were against them, right? But you didn’t want to take the chance of presenting somewhere other than at home… There were numerous cases of kids presenting and someone “losing control” around them. The only thing worse than being an Omega was being a claimed one.

At around 13-14 years old, all students are expected to present. However, when the popularity of public school grew, and presentation, heats, and ruts caused lots of absences, new hormone enhancers were developed, letting everyone, if they hadn’t already, present at the same time.

Winter break was approaching rapidly, and with every day you grew closer to presentation, the more sick you felt. No, you couldn’t handle this. How are you supposed to live as an Omega? Nobody will ever respect you again, never listen to you, never take you seriously.

You rubbed the side of your neck anxiously at the thought of such a thing… no, that definitely wasn’t an option. There’s only one answer, right?

You presented as an Omega, of course, during the worst week of your life. Heat was unbearable; a pulsing, clawing pain in your stomach, waves of it flowing through the rest of you, leaving a dull ache in its stead for days after. 

You hate it at first. People look at you differently, treat you differently. People who you thought were your friends now obsessively pursue you, chasing the ideal of Alpha-Omega relationships. It’s exhausting, but you learn to live with it.

One thing you refuse to put up with, however, is Apex conferences. Despite how “progressive” people may think they are nowadays, Apex studies were severely outdated. If schools had any confirmed Apex students, they often required them to attend Apex conferences, because it earned them more government funding. 

When it was your turn to attend, you outright refused. You had already lost control of your life after presenting, and this was the last thing you felt like you had control over. Apex conferences helped people find their “soulmates,” and you weren’t going to stand for it. You’d rather die than have some stupid soulmate, you decided.

You joined the school newspaper when you entered highschool, constantly writing articles about Omega oppression, gender roles, and outdated laws and studies in both regards. Your feud with your school was never ending, constantly trying to have you removed, and the letters to the editors rarely ever had a nice word in them. But this was your little piece, you told yourself- if you did nothing else, at least you could do this.

By your senior year, you had gotten used to your life as an Omega, and earned yourself quite a reputation amongst your peers. Your school counselor swore that you were suffering from ‘Faux Alpha Syndrome,’ and you kindly referred him to one of your articles. You had applied to journalism school, created your portfolio, and had saved up enough from your various jobs that you finally felt in control- you were finally happy with your life.

That fall, on a surprisingly warm day, is when everything went downhill.

“Can we go to the store before you get settled?” You ask your mother when she gets home from work, watching as she takes a seat at the kitchen table and lights a cigarette.

“I suppose… what for?”

“M’ outta shampoo, and we need milk, too,” you replied, taking your own seat across from you. One of your cats meows at you from the floor.

“And we need some snacks,” your mother smiles at you. It wasn’t often that she agreed to go, often too tired from work to go anywhere. You need more than a few things, but you don’t mention it- you’re short on money at the moment, so only the essentials will do.

A cigarette and a few minutes later, you’re getting ready to leave. You’d been to this store a million times over the years, walked down every aisle, knew where to find anything you needed. It was a familiar place, a normal day.

You left your collar at home- you usually wore it when you went out, just in case of any creeps, but you left it this time. If something was going to happen there, it would’ve happened already, right?

There’s an overwhelming sensation of calm when the teeth sink through your flesh, almost painlessly, pressing into such a small but crucial part of your being and marking you forever, claiming you. That’s why they call them claiming bonds, I suppose; they’re mostly self explanatory.

You’ve taken the state mandated health classes, read all the blog posts that come across your feed and just generally had a good idea of what goes on with you body, but the feeling of being claimed is really something that can’t be described. Once the smell hits you, and the hormones in your body take over, all you feel is that want, need to have your mate. You figured you’d at least have the dignity and self control to fight it a little, to be able to stop yourself for even a second and think that you don’t really want this, but you learned quickly that it was never an option. There was no terror until the initial rush was gone, replaced with the senses you had lost in the moment and it all crashes down in a wave of realization and regret.

You had spent almost your entire life avoiding this moment, fighting against every law mandated apex program, moving schools to avoid the classes that point you out, make it known that you already have no choice, that you’re already claimed. When people know, they don’t give you a chance. You can’t choose people to be with because it’s already been chosen for you by some fucked up god who can’t seem to stop ruining your life. 

Once you regain control of your body, the only thing you can bring yourself to do is scream. It rips through your throat, breaking at the edges and echoing through the aisles- your worst nightmare has been realized, and you can’t do anything to stop it. Your destiny is in motion.

You’re vaguely aware of the commotion around you. Your mother tries and fails to pull you up to your feet, her voice ringing in your ears. Someone has pulled the man, your mate, off of you, and you almost think you see the stranger throw a punch. You feel like laughing at that, but instead of a chuckle, another cry bubbles up in your throat and now you can feel again. Tears streaming down your cheeks, the wetness of blood and spit against your neck, and the low, warm thrumming underneath it all.

Someone is on the phone with the police; you can hear them assessing the situation. ‘Some omega has been forcibly claimed,’ you hear them say. It’s a nice thought, really, but if they knew you were Apex, they wouldn’t come.

“(y/n), you need to get off your ass right now.” Your mother yells, and you're suddenly pulled out of the liminal space you were stuck in. You can finally, really see your mate.

He’s not bad looking, at the very least. He’s taller than you by quite a bit, with messy, ashy blonde hair and blown out pupils. He’s dressed nicely, and you can see a dot of your blood on his button up.

You let your mom pull you up by the arm and hurry you out of the store, back to the car and home. She offers to take you to the hospital, but what good would that do you know? They can’t fix what’s been done, and they certainly wouldn’t want to once they knew what you were. 

“I guess we’re not getting shampoo, then?”

Omegas get the shit end of the stick; always have and always will. You know this, deep down, that you’ll never be truly equal, not with how society builds these layers of oppression. Beta handlers from omega mating companies systematically oppress you, alphas in the law enforcement to send you a snarl or bark a command when you step out of line. Every turn an omega makes, they’re reminded that they’re an omega, that there’s no escape from the reality that we’re beneath everyone else.

It always comes down to the hormones; if you act like a perfect little omega, always listening and perfectly content to pop out pups by the age of sixteen, society sends you on your way with a pat on the back and a smiley sticker for good measures, but if you growl and snarl just like the big dogs, bare your teeth and fight back, your brain is fucked up and you need pills to calm you down, to turn you back into the best omega you can be.

It’s all you can think about, laying in your room for days and covering every mirror in the house, lest you catch a glimpse of that god awful thing on your neck. 

It aches constantly, pulsing with heat and leaving you dizzy. Apex Omegas need a lot of attention from their mates because of this- they rely on those hormones once they’re exposed to them. You remind yourself every day that it's all just hormones- your hormones are compatible, so that’s why you reacted that way. That’s why you can’t stop thinking about him, right?

It's another few days before a knock comes at the door, a rainy Monday that you spend laying in bed, trying to distract yourself with video games you’ve already played. Your mother is working, so you’re home alone. She stayed with you for the first few days, petting your hair as you cried, making you food that you didn’t have the stomach to eat, but she had to go back to work- you were already short on money before her time off.

You hurry downstairs to open the door as your dog barks; normally you wouldn’t answer, but you were instructed to watch for the gas company to make sure they don’t come and shut you off.

“I’m coming!” you tell as you bound down the stairs and to the door, pulling it open swifty. The person on the other side of the door, however, is not the gas company.

It’s your soulmate.

[sodadrabbles]

hear me out- one more littleboo but like if they were crying or like going through smt and ranboo just helps//comforts them if that makes sense? GEHDDH okay have a good day :]

THE PEOPLE DEMAND HURT/COMFORT. I SHALL FEED YOU, MY PEOPLE

Also, I wanted to address why I use ‘Ranboo’ in these fics, when referring to the actual CC- We don’t know Ranboo’s real name. I want to respect his wishes and not speculate, because that’s creepy. So, I just use Ranboo. A couple people were asking in my inbox. I know Tubbo said his name was Mark, but that was never confirmed, and, again, I don’t want to speculate on his personal information, that’s WEIRD.

LIttleboo IV: Hurt/comfort or bust.

Pairing: Ranboo x sibling!Reader (gender-neutral)!

Rating: Soft. Bad ending, I’m so sorry (NOT ANGST, IM JUST BAD AT WRITING)

Summary: Being a freshman sucks ass, but Ranboo bought taco bell, it’s all good.

To say today was a bad day would be an understatement. It was probably the most terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day of your 14-year-old life. The whole day the universe would launch bad thing after bad thing at you, as if it was somehow testing you in your will to deal with bullshit. Like it was asking you ‘What are you willing to put up with today?’

Your answer was ‘Not fucking this.’

You woke up to your brother shaking you softly, telling you the power had gone out and you were both late. For an upperclassman this wasn’t a big deal- But you were a freshman. Your teachers were going to give you absolute hell for being late, and knowing Ranboo was going to get off scot-free made you a little salty. You had to skip breakfast and had to leave with your hair still a bit messy, barely able to comb through it with your fingers while Ranboo drove you both to school.

Then there was a pop quiz first period- English. You were never terrible at english, but being on the topic of the last three chapters of the book you were reading for class- Chapters which you had not read yet- The test had been a little difficult. Not to mention the hunger clawing at your stomach, and the strange fog that was settled about your thoughts.

You thought you could catch a break through second period and lunch, knowing Chemistry would be an easy day and you could grab something good with your brother, but fate had other plans in mind.

During Chemistry, you were tasked with picking a partner and completing an experiment afterthought worksheet, going over the experiment you had done in class the day before. You were paired with the nice girl sat next to you- At least you thought she was nice. As the teacher dismissed the class to begin talking amongst themselves, you turned to start asking her how her experiment went yesterday. You didn’t have a chance to ask, however, as the girl snapped at you harshly. “Don’t even bother! I’m not doing this assignment. Do it on your own.”

Her voice was pitched and loud, and it caused you to wince back. You tilt your head and try to ask her, but she cuts you off by flicking the paper in your direction. It sends both your papers flying, and you try to catch them, but fail miserably and fall out of your chair unceremoniously. As you fall, your foot comes up to counter balance and you nearly kick the girl in the head- Keyword being nearly. You were sure you were able to stop yourself, and hadn’t touched it, but still the girl screeches and begins screaming bloody murder. The teacher comes over to check what’s going on, the girl sobbing and holding her head.

And then she lies through her teeth.

“Sir, she just kicked me! I was just asking about her experiment and she kicks me!”

She’s sobbing dramatically, and though you’re clearly not at fault, considering it was clear you had fallen out of your chair. Even still the teacher sides with her, giving you a short and disappointing talk about violent behaviour in the classroom, ending with “I have no choice but to give you lunch detention and a zero on the assignment.”

You don’t try to argue- Exhaustion was already settling on your body and you didn’t want to just make the situation worse than it already was. The rest of second period dragged on like a snail. You sat awkwardly at your table, twiddling your thumbs and staring at the walls. You could feel eyes boring into the back of your skull with each passing glance at the students. A few whispers that seemed much too loud yet indecipherable hitting your ears, somehow knowing deep in your soul that the other students were whispering about you. By the time the lunch bell rang you were starting to feel tears prick at your eyes as your own thoughts betrayed you.

During lunch detention, you were at the very least allowed your phone. You texted your brother, alerting him that you had lunch detention. He promised to bring you food before your third period began- The gesture brought a smile to your face. Your third period was your favorite, because Ranboo was also taking that class. US History. You were able to push through detention with Philza’s stream, starting a TTS war with Wilbur in the time you were able to watch. Of course, mentioning you were in detention earned you a little rant from Phil, not doing much to better your mood.

When third period came down to bless you, you could feel the tears welling in your eyes at the happy sight of your tall older brother holding a taco bell bag in his hand. You basically tackled him, nearly knocking him to the ground. His arms flew around you for stability, and you gripped the back of his shirt as an involuntary sob came out of your mouth. 

Ranboo stared down at you with his brows furrowed with concern, his mouth pulled into a tight frown. He pushed you to the side to allow other students to get into the classroom, and released you from the hug to look you in the face. Your eyes were puffy and your cheeks and nose were red, stray tears still rolling down your cheeks. He wiped one away.

“(Y/N), what happened? Why are you crying?” He asked, your eyes avoiding him. You hated to cry in front of people- But the stress of the day weighed heavy on your shoulders. You had just gotten too excited. When you explained this, Ranboo shook his head. “(Y/N) it’s perfectly okay, you don’t have to apologize.”

He hugged you again, and you hugged him back. After standing there for a moment, the annoying ring of the school bell sounded overheard, alerting you that class was starting.

“Tell you what,” Ranboo beamed at you, picking up the bag of food. “We’re gonna go in there, annoy Mr. Anderson, and eat chalupas until we explode. Sound good?”

You smile and nod your head. God, your older brother is so cool.

---

The rest of the day was smooth as it could be. You spent all of third period messing around with Ranboo- The assignment given for the day forgotten as homework that you would sit down and do together before Ranboo had to stream. You feared that your fourth period, Algebra, would once again break you down into a ball of anxiety and terror. But to your pleasant surprise, you would be watching a movie with a substitute for that class.

Your mood had been significantly raised by the time the bell had rung, releasing you from the confines of the building. You packed your things quietly, the hustle and bustle of an emptying school occupying your senses. You had rushed down through the hallways towards to doors leading to student parking. Ranboo was supposed to be waiting for you at the car.

But before you could reach the door, you felt a hand grip your bag, pulling you backwards. Your feet flew out from under you as you fell to the ground, your bag being ripped from your shoulders. You felt you back collide with the cold, tiled ground, pain shooting through spine. 

Shrill giggling sounds from above you. You groan and roll onto your front, staring up at a group of three girls laughing at you. You recognized the one holding your bag from your chemistry class. By the looks of the other two, they were also freshmen. You try to get on your feet, but the girl swings her leg, knocking your hands out from under you. You feel something press against your back. 

The girl from your class laughs as she bends down to look at you. “You thought you could get away with that little stunt?” She sneers, her hand grabbing your face. Not able to think of anything else to do, you snap your jaws, nearly biting her. She screeches and backs away.

“DID YOU JUST TRY TO BITE ME?” She screams, her face twisted in disgust. You feel the presume on your back worsen, and you strain your neck to see who was standing on your back. You recognized the guy as a junior on the soccer team. You vaguely recalled the girl mentioned she was dating a guy on the soccer team. 

You squirm, freeing your hands from underneath you. Just as you were about to grab the guy’s leg, you hear a familiar voice shout. The three girls in front of you scatter like rats- But the soccer player stays. He turns to look at whoever shouted, his chest puffing out as if he’s prepared for a fight. However the color seems to drain from his face when he sees the mystery person- And he runs away like a dog with its tail between its legs.

As you start to stand, someone grabs you by the shoulders and helps you up. You’re met with the mop of brown hair and concerned gray eyes of your older brother. He helps you to your feet, handing you your bag. You thank him as you throw the bag over your shoulders, giving your older brother a tight hug.

You don’t even realize there were tears in your eyes again, until Ranboo tells you to dry your eyes. “Sorry…” You whisper, hand wiping away the water. “I don’t know why I’m crying.

Ranboo smiles at you again, his hand patting the top of your head. You smile at him too, and he leads you out of the school, asking if you’re alright or if anything hurts. You spend the walk to the car feeling grateful you have someone to help you out like that. It has you smiling to entire ride home.

[bruh-haikyuu]

REQUEST: Before I ask can I just say HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR BLOG SJSGSGWJIWND THIS IS THE BEST HAIKYUU BLOG IVE EVER SEEN 💕💕ok but can I request tsukki and oikawa where whenever they’re around their s/o they get all lovey dovey and the team sees it for the first time and freaks out (probably teases them) and s/o gets really red? Sorry it’s so long I just love this-💕🥺

A/N: Thank you soo much anon!! I’m glad you enjoy my writing :DD Also. RAS in Bandori. I’m gonna go “DAKARA LONELY LONELY” for a week.

A (Not-So) Secret Rendezvous w/ Tsukishima and Oikawa

warnings: none

Tsukishima Kei

Tsukishima Kei was a reserved man. A man without frills or laces. A man who doesn’t mince his words. A simple man who was a bit more of a piece of work than other first years. And that was what people fathomed out of him—

Until this.

“Crouch down, Ryuu, I want to see!”

Scuffling behind him, Karasuno’s libero craned his neck over the curve of the stucco walls. Nishinoya squinted at the private spectacle then gasped theatrically.

Standing too closely together to be modest were the seemingly pensive Tsukishima and you. Someone cute who either had the confidence or the lack of distaste to be holding his hands with a buddy-buddy swing. But you were smiling, and he was smiling, and that itself was like the world had suddenly decided to do a handstand.

“Kei-kun, are you sure it’s fine to be holding hands here? You only ever want to get close to me when we’re far away from school,” you muttered.

Kei-kun! the nickname etched itself into the second years’ beings. Did this brute put mind tricks on you or something? Tanaka felt veins popping out from his knuckles—what the hell did you see in this bespectacled jerk?! Aside from his annoyingly handsome face, once Tsukishima opened his mouth, everything was over.

Shaking his head, the man in question pulled the tips of your fingers towards his lips, gently kissing them. “I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you for so long. I hope you’ll forgive me.”

You gave him a toothy smile, enough to make the hearts of both your lover and your spectators melt. “‘Don’t mind’! That’s what you say in volleyball, right? As long as we can spend some time together like this once in a while, then I’m happy.”

Your boyfriend thought that it was plain luck that you were in school. If it were any place else... away from the prying eyes of his seniors and his clubmates, then who could tell how much longer he’d be able to hold himself back from you? Hiding his obvious blush behind the back of his hands, the quiet middle blocker looked away.

“Geez, you should be careful what you say to me, you know,” he murmured.

Meanwhile, you still hadn’t realized that your audience had multiplied. From the two zestful second-years who’d been passing by, to the two third years Asahi and Sugawara who’d gone out of their way to look for their juniors.

“Ehh... Tsukishima, that’s so cute,” Sugawara cooed, pressing down on Tanaka’s shaved head for leverage. “It’s like a panel from a shoujo manga.”

Hinata stuck out his tongue. “That’s gross...”

“Oi, Hinata, dumbass! You’re stepping on my foot!”

“Hey, you two... don’t fight, okay? W-whoa—!”

“Aaah?!”

Losing their footing altogether, the boys of the Karasuno Volleyball Club came tumbling on top of each other like dominos. Groaning at the weight of the ace’s leg on his stomach, Tanaka turned as white as a sheet at the pair of demonic eyes that met his.

“How much did you see.” It wasn’t a question. It was a command, and when faced with someone who looked like he was about to eat you, Tanaka could only squeak a small “everything”.

You were beyond abashed. Rooted to the spot, you could only soak in the sight of your not-so-secret boyfriend boring holes through his clubmates with his steely gaze. But oh God, if you didn’t stop him, who knew what would happen to those poor souls—and he was just getting a little more motivated about the club too!

“I-It’s okay! If they keep this a secret, it’ll be fine, r-right?” you interrupted, getting redder with every word.

“Y/N, it’s not that,” Tsukishima griped. “They’ll only bug me about it me afterwards.”

It was your turn to squeak. Suddenly, just as the tall first year was about to coerce his clubmates into a knelt apology, a loud voice boomed from within the empty gymnasium.

“Hey! Where is everyone?! Get back here and practice!”

Tanaka, mid-way into pressing his forehead onto the ground, sighed. Thank you, Daichi-san...

Oikawa Tooru

Being in a relationship was hard work. Being in a relationship with the Oikawa Tooru was... an effort you had to double in with your tight schedule. That meant having to answer questions from his admirers about what color of underwear he was wearing today, eating the foods he didn’t like and making sure he didn’t stay up late before an important match or exam.

Today, it was bringing him the Classic Literature homework he’d forgotten to pick up from your teacher. And for the fifth time of the day, you wondered if you were his lover or a nagging parent.

“Excuse me,” you knocked on the open doors of the gymnasium. “Is Oikawa here?”

A ball tucked under his arm, the vice-captain approached you. Tall. Were all the members of the Volleyball Club so insanely collosal? “Yo, L/N-san. Oikawa’s out to refill his bottle, he’ll be back in a while.”

“In that case, Iwaizumi-san, could you give these to him? I need to—”

“Y/N-chaaan!”

Whipping your head towards the direction of your boyfriend, you weren’t given a moment to spare as a pair lean arms swaddled you into warmth. Oikawa was already burrowing himself on the crown of your hair, smiling at the scent that weaved through his nostrils.

“Did you come to see me practice, Y/N-chan?” he giggled, spinning you around by your waist. “Aah, that makes me so happy to hear that...”

“O-Oikawa, let me go! I have Cleaning Duty to get back to!” you grappled for air, a twinge of freedom. But this stubborn mule of your boyfriend wasn’t called a service ace for nothing.

“C’moon... Let me kiss you, alright? You look really cute today~”

You almost forgot about Iwaizumi who was tugging on the back of Oikawa’s collar, which was proving to be just as fruitless as the saying goes. “Oi, Shittykawa! You’re gonna get reported for sexual harrasment!”

They’re watching. It just had to be your pure luck that fate bound you to this shameless exhibitionist. The warmth from Oikawa’s embrace added to the searing gazes of his teammates turned to a scorching heat that burst into red on your face.

There was only one way out of this vice-like grip, and you would rather eat cement than say it. But if it meant escaping from the unneeded attention from the public, then there was no other way. I want to crawl into a hole and die, you sighed.

“...T-Tooru...” you murmured into his chest, feeling Oikawa’s clutches go slack. “Tooru, just take your homework and let me go back to my duties, please? Tooru-chan~?”

Stifling their laughter, Matsukawa and Hanamaki who’d been watching the entire debacle go down into flames were now coughing in an adamant attempts to hide their shock.

Finally setting you down on your feet, Oikawa muttered lowly, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. “... Again.”

“H-huh?”

“‘Tooru-chan’! Please say that again one more time! That’ll be enough to keep me going for weeks!”

Slamming the papers into his chest, you scrambled out of the gym, blushing madly. “Oikawa, you pervert! I’m leaving!”

Ogling the lovestruck captain who was being mangled like a limp rag by Iwaizumi, Kindaichi put his fingers under his chin in a faux expression of deep thought. Kunimi, who was already considering bleaching his eyes after what he’d seen, perked up at his teammate’s low hum.

“Kindaichi, you okay?”

“Kunimi...” he said, digging the heel of his palm into his hips, “Do you think I’ll get myself someone as cute as L/N-senpai one day?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Shallot Head.”

“Kunimi!”

[mxpseudonym]

Just Good Business III

Pairing: Tommy x Reader

Reader Gender Expression: She/Her pronouns, “wife”

Summary: Reminding Tommy that he didn’t marry a fool was the greatest thing to happen to your bedroom.

Length: 1650 words (allegedly)

Warnings: 18+, sex, hints of rough sex, cursing, and as usual, underlying tones of forced/arranged marriage

A/N: There’s a forehead kiss and a sprinkling of Dom!Tommy in here for your patience! I am pretty sure I’m going to have this be a total of five parts. Part IV may not come right away because I’m in the middle of a WIP though.

Part I | Part II | Part IV

Reminding Tommy that he hadn't married a fool set several things in motion. First and foremost, you and Polly managed to successfully persuade your husband into conducting family business, not that it was hard. You knew London quite well, and one glance at the Eden Club's books had you asking Arthur if he could count to ten. Much of the above-board dealings in London were now your responsibility- properties, charities, and a social life that allowed you to see your friends more often.

Unfortunately, this meant regularly making the trip to Birmingham for the family meetings you'd been avoiding. It wasn't so much the meetings as it was Birmingham itself. One has no great hopes of Birmingham, as they say. However, there was a significant consolation that made it all worth it. 

Tommy Shelby, in action, turned you on. 

Actually, it was one of many things about Tommy that turned you on. With Tommy's guilt out of the way, you saw him around the house more. He came to bed, albeit late, nearly every night, and you got at least two breakfasts out of him a week. Along with finding that Tommy was much funnier than he let on when he wasn't talking about work, you also noticed that you had much in common. Tommy was as stubborn and prideful as you were. After six months, you still credited happenings between you with a desire to conduct good business- and business was excellent. Stubbornness, pride, your appetite for adventure, and Tommy's addiction to risk resulted in one shameless, exciting sex life.

You'd had partners before. Why deny yourself the world's physical pleasures? But while none could keep up with your desire to find and push boundaries, Tommy had mastered it. You thought you'd have to ease him into it, but it really just took you asking, "What are you going to do, Thomas? Spank me?" while bickering to get you on the same page. 

Not that Tommy wasn't enjoying himself as well. He'd met his match in his back talking, neck biting, hair pulling new wife he could hardly bring himself to say no to. What was coming to work late more often or your hands down his trousers while driving the Bentley in the grand scheme of things? 

So at the Birmingham family meetings, there was something about the way he was no-nonsense when he firmly told you where to sit and give updates when asked. If you were both being honest, while you loved taking orders from Tommy in the bedroom sometimes, you were on the fast track to giving them too. For now, you watched with thighs pressed together, and bottom lip pulled between teeth as he commanded the room. 

After Arthur wrapped up the meeting, you'd meant to mingle with your sister in law, but were quickly distracted. Ada didn't need to follow your gaze to know what was stopping you from listening to a word she said. 

"Good god, stop staring at my brother like that," Ada pleaded. You looked at her only long enough to say, 

"I almost wish I could say I was sorry." You had just caught Tommy's eye and smiled. "He can be quite good looking." 

"Ugh, okay, he's coming over here. I'm going to find Finn," Ada scoffed, then all but ran away only to have Tommy replace her.  

"Can I help you?" he asked, amusement evident in his voice. You chuckled and looked up at him.  

"You're already spoiling me, Mr. Shelby. What more could I ask for?" 

"I'm sure you have a list," Tommy said. You plucked his cigarette from between his fingers and took a pull.  

"As a matter of fact, I do."

"Should I make you beg for it?" 

"I don't beg," you said, defiant as ever. Tommy rolled his eyes but moved closer. You could feel the warmth of his wool suit, and it matched the heat that was rising to your cheeks. 

"Then what do you call what you were doing the other day in my office?" Tommy asked. You thought for a moment then smirked. 

"Minding my manners. Please and thank you, Sir," you said, making him laugh. 

"Oi, stop flirting on come on," John yelled in partial disgust from where the family was gathering near the door. 

"Yeah, yeah, we're coming," you shooed him. You gave Tommy a knowing look as you grabbed your bag to join the group at the Garrison. 

"Gonna tell me not to get any ideas?" He asked. 

"Of course not. Get as many ideas as you can from here to that pub." You pointed a stern finger at him. 

"Yes, ma'am." 

Tommy had long given up trying to get a grasp on what to expect from you. 

"God only knows what's going on up there," he'd say while tapping your temple. 

But nothing surprised him more than your absolute willingness to have him any time, anywhere. 

"Skirts hike up for a reason, Thomas," You once told him in the stables. Tommy had yet to find a good enough argument against that, so here you were, shushing him through breathy laughs as he almost tumbled into you. 

It was a busy night at the Garrison, and it wasn't hard to leave your group to find the back room. Now you were pressed up against a shelf that wasn't nearly sturdy enough. Tommy's pants were unbuckled in a hasty moment, and your knickers were pulled aside, and you were both stifling your moans. 

"Oh god, fuck, Tommy, how do you always feel so good?" You asked, your grip already in his hair. He groaned at the question and thrust deeper.  

"You're the one always warm and wet for me, aren't you?" He squeezed the flesh of your bottom, making you moan. He quickly relocated you further into the dark and onto a crate. "Such a naughty little thing I've got on my hands."  

"Just the way you like it." You bit his ear as you played with fire. His thrusts got hard and deep, earning more high pitched moans from you until he pressed a hand over your mouth. He kept his grip firm, just how you liked and spoke in your ear. 

"I'm giving you what you asked for with all of these people just out there. Do you want them to hear you?" He leaned back to see you nod. Of course, you did. Tommy shook his head as he chuckled. By the sound of your yearning moan, he just knew you were pouting beneath his palm.

"I know love, but when we get home, you can be as loud as you want. You can let the maids hear you, what was it? Minding your manners for me. How's that sound?" You accepted his counteroffer with a nod and was rewarded with Tommy moving his hand. He relished in the smeared lipstick that was now on your chin before adjusting his grip on you. 

"Now, be good, and stay quiet for me." 

Tommy had to give you credit for carrying out your version of quiet. You forfeited your usual words of encouragement and panted hotly in his ears, a whimper or moan periodically coming forth.  

"Tom," You pleaded his name under your breath. His grip tightened around your waist, and you knew it would bruise, which only shoved you that much closer to the edge.  

"That's a good girl," he praised you, knowing what it did to you. In this case, it made your thighs tighten around him. "So good, you can tell me where you want it. Should I make you walk around with me all over your face?" 

He felt you shiver and swallow a moan that came out like a sob. His thumb reached between them, and it only took a few circles of your clit to send you over. 

"Oh fuck," You bucked against him as you came. Tommy's eyes squeezed close while you kissed his neck. It was truly incredible, you had to admit. You knew he was close and you had to decide. "In me."

"In you?" He repeated, not fully registering anything as he got closer. 

"I want you in me, Tom. Please," you said again. You kissed him, then pulled back to look in his eyes. "I'm begging you." 

You loved watching him come undone. Even in the low light, you took in his parted lips, creased brow, and flushed cheeks. He rested his forehead against yours for a moment before you pulled away and began putting yourselves back together.  

"I'm excited to go home if you keep your word," you said, leaning against the crate while Tommy pulled out a cigarette. 

You quietly smoked and thought about how strange this was. Before it was sprung on you, being married was something you hadn't expected anytime soon. Being married to someone you actually enjoyed was a fate every woman you knew hoped for but knew not to anticipate. And here you were with both a marriage and an enjoyable husband. 

"What's wrong?" Tommy asked, tossing away his cigarette. He brought his hand up to stroke your cheek, but you caught it and observed the silver band around his finger instead, running your thumb over the metal. 

"Do you like this?" Your eyes lifted to meet his. "The ring?" 

The ring, the marriage, what was the difference? He smirked then turned his hand, interlacing your fingers. 

"So much that I think there must have been a mix up of fortune. A better man should have it, maybe." He said, then kissed your forehead and started towards the door. "Come now, I think I'll let you walk around with me dripping out of you for at least a half-hour."

"I may just have to give you a proper thank you on the ride home then, Sir." 

Tommy expertly ignored questions about his whereabouts from his brothers and knowing looks from his sister, all while holding your hand. You smiled to yourself and thought, 

I have a crush on you, Tommy Shelby. 

--

Tommy Tag List: @soleil-dor; @amysteryspot​

JGB Series Tag List: @biba3434

[emeritiii]

Oh definitely do all the asks!

THANK YOU this has been a most adequate distraction

>1) Put your iTunes on shuffle. Give me the first 6 songs that pop up.

i. Jobs Where They Don't Know Our Names by Raymond and Maria

ii. Out of Time by The Modern Era

iii. Culling of the Fold by The Decemberists

iv. Usher, Pt. 2 from Ghost Quartet

v. Literal Actual Caramelldansen

vi. Self Destruct by Pegboard Nerds

>2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

Egocentric answer, but I would want to meet myself as if we were strangers and see how I come across out in the world

>3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

Oh god it's a notebook okay. "That was what she did for Coda, at least, although they manage to bunny-hop over that particular bar by virtue of not committing serial homicide." (Cutting into line eighteen slightly for the sake of finishing the sentence)

>4) What do you think about most?

Whatever my current special interest is. Right now it's my and @generiqwriter 's ridiculously complex Dead by Daylight multiverse, and also the hellcomic

>5) Ever had a poem or song written about you?

Oh yes

>6) Do you have any strange phobias?

I don't think so? My only real genuine phobia is maybe my inability to make phone calls, but that's pretty standard for someone with severe anxiety. Extremely large shapes like unbroken cloud fronts or the sun in the browser game I played as a kid make my chest feel tight, and if something moves in a way it isn't supposed to you won't find me in that room anymore, but those both feel like pretty typical human-instinct neuroses as well.

>7) What’s your religion?

Atheist and areligious

>8) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

Wandering around my apartment complex. Or around the park or the mountains. Wandering in general.

>9) Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

The Modern Era (specific recommendations: Like a Hot Knife, Holiday)

>10) What was the last lie you told?

I told my kittens I would give them a treat, And Then I Didn't (they will both have one a little later—it was just too close to breakfast at the time)

>11) Do you believe in karma?

Not in the fate or spirituality sense, but in terms of probability and the way fucking people over informs how you fit into the world around you, something that feels like karmic backlash is bound to come up eventually, and if it compels a person to rethink how they conduct themself, that's neat

>12) What does your URL mean?

It's a Southern Reach trilogy reference (if you know you know) packaged in a Homestuck reference that was, believe it or not, unintentional at the time

>13) What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

I'm super avoidant and tend to come off as noncommittal or uncaring/insincere, but my online orders always arrive early and I think that really makes up for everything.

>14) Who is your celebrity crush?

Don't have one!

>15) How do you vent your anger?

Generally I don't, but when I do, I turn up my music as loud as I can tolerate

>16) Do you have a collection of anything?

I had an hourglass collection and a bone collection that probably still exist but didn't come with me when I moved out by myself. It's probably fair to say that I collect notebooks and pens. And soft things, although I've tried to tone down the plushie hoarding

>17) Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

Not yet, but he's a work-in-progress.

>18) What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

Right now my favorite sounds are the squeaky trill one of my kittens makes when she wants attention and the specific way my girlfriend laughs when I catch her off-guard with a joke. Whistling is probably my least favorite

>19) What’s your biggest “what if”?

What if I packed a duffel bag and the cats and just drove out to Missouri right now?

>20) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

I teased a similar idea in a character ask meme earlier this month, but I believe that when something traumatic happens in a specific place, it becomes an inextricable part of that place, so it's haunted in a way. Ghosts are real and they're rattling around my empty skull as we speak. And yes I think there's something alive out there somewhere—microorganisms, at the very least

>21) Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

Punched the wall real hard with my right hand 👍 touched my knee with the left because I'm too pretty to sit in a chair the way god intended

>22) Smell the air. What do you smell?

Coffee and pre-autumn desert wind

>23) What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

(TW for gore and dead animals) At work we have what we call the Devil's Room, which is a steel vault with a twenty-foot ceiling and half a dozen garbage bins full of severed animal heads. There's usually a pile of horses or cows on the floor and every square inch of it is covered in blood. Every time I go down there I'm just waiting for someone to slam the giant door shut behind me and tell me they want to play a game. It's not for everybody

>24) Most attractive singer/s of your opposite gender?

I honestly couldn't tell you

>25) To you, what is the meaning of life?

I think everyone needs to find their own meaning. Existence is too complicated too attach one universal purpose to it

>26) Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

I do, and I like driving a lot, actually. The only wreck I've ever been in was when a deer jumped in front of me on a rural highway at three in the morning, and I kept driving

>27) What was the last movie you saw?

Damn that's a great question. I think it was Turning Red?

>28) What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

You can tell I've never really had any serious injuries because the worst incident that comes to mind is the time I half-fainted and sprained my thumb

>29) Do you have any obsessions right now?

Yes (send help)

>30) Ever had a rumor spread about you?

Definitely.

>31) Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

Yes, although I'm not especially vindictive. It just sours my interactions with someone if I can't get over it

>32) What is your astrological sign?

Scories I'm a Scorpio, and I have the full chart Max made for me somewhere

>33) What’s the last thing you purchased?

Groceries and housekeeping stuff. The kid helping bag groceries asked if I was doing a TikTok challenge because I was buying Tide pods

>34) Love or lust?

Love, but I'm aspec and my personal subjective experience of both things is important to me, so take my opinion with a grain of salt and chase what drives you

>35) In a relationship?

Yes, and we h*ld h*nds and play League of Legends together, so you know it's serious

>36) How many relationships have you had?

Six, one of which was like a boss fight with three phases (this is a joke it was my first relationship and I had no idea how to do literally anything)

>37) What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

If I told you, you'd have to kill me

>38) Where is your best friend?

Too far away < 3

>39) What were you doing last night at 12 AM?

Trying to fall asleep, looking at stimboards

>40) Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

Holy shit no. I have a coworker-you-are-forced-to-tolerate relationship with myself

>41) You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

Grab the dog. If my job stability is already that tenuous, I'd probably just call in my resignation mid-rescue

>42) You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

a) I would tell my girlfriend as soon as possible and then plan to tell everyone else who needed to know but fail to actually do it until way too close to the deadline; b) Try to continue with business as usual while preparing all the necessary legal shit on the side; c) I don't think so, but I've never been faced with something like that, so I can't say for sure

>43) What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

Weird Al Yankovic's Polka Face

>44) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

Communicate And Set Expectations For The Love Of Gourd

>45) How can I win your heart?

Survive the crucible of me rambling for four hours straight.

>46) Can insanity bring on more creativity?

I think it's more that creativity is a valuable outlet and coping source. If you're in pain or the way you experience the world is crucially different than the way everyone around you does, it's going to translate in a hundred unique ways. I also think we should be careful about romanticizing it, but that's a whole other thing I'm not qualified to stand on a soapbox about

>47) What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

Joining that weird little Doctor Who roleplay group even though I wasn't really into Doctor Who anymore

>48) What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

I don't know exactly, but I want there to be a really egregious typo somewhere on it

>49) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word “heart.”

Heart Aspect, followed by that post with the inaccurate anatomical diagram that was floating around my dash recently

>50) Basic question; what’s your favorite color/colors?

Storm cloud grey, hot pink, maroon

>51) What is your current desktop picture?

A doodle of a secretary bird I drew for a silly little two-frame GIF

>52) If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

I'd put it to a vote among people whose opinions I care deeply about

>53) What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

I spent fifteen minutes thinking about this one and don't have a good answer (or a joke answer)

>54) You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?

Transferrable shapeshifting, so I can lend the ability to someone else for a bit

>55) You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

For a moment I definitely thought this was asking me to choose an event to condense down into a thirty-minute period. Honestly, I would choose a nice dream or a good meal—something minor because I wouldn't want to ruin the memory by revisiting the moment

>56) You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

I'm actually reading a book about this— (I don't know, though. All of my worst experiences have involved many other people in such a way that I don't necessarily want to make that decision, whether or not it would be erased for them as well)

>57) You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

Nah sorry m8 I'm good

>58) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

G...girlfriend

>59) Ever been on a plane?

I've done lots of flying!

>60) Give me your top 5 hottest celebrities.

Yall I'm sorry but my permanent address is under a rock

[blueskrugs]

Four Times Fate Brought You to Vince Dunn, and One Time You Found Him on Purpose

I wrote this simultaneously with another Vince 4+1 (coming tomorrow, hopefully!) and yelled to @captainpetty​ and Erin​ about them constantly. Sorry guys. 

length: 3k words

An Accident You met Vince Dunn for the first time in an emergency room in St. Louis. Normally you worked the pediatric floor, and not on the night shift, but sometimes you floated to the general emergency room for an extra shift because, well, money is money.

You liked pediatrics because dealing with kids was far easier than adults, in your opinion, even when parents could sometimes be just as difficult as a screaming toddler. But at least screaming toddlers could be calmed down with the promise of a sticker or a lollipop. 

“Hey, can you pick up the new guy that just came in?” one of the other nurses asked as she breezed past you to handle one of her patients. “I think they said something about him being important around here.”

“Being important” meant that, when you pulled the curtain back to face your newest patient, you came face-to-face with a very drunk Vince Dunn and a significantly less drunk Colton Parayko. You simply raised an eyebrow and moved over to the computer to start charting.

“I’m not really sure I want to know what happened here, but I think I have to ask,” you said, trying to ignore the fact that you were pretty sure Vince was whispering to Colton about you.

“Is there any way, like, our training staff-”

“And Petro!”

“God, yeah, and Petro, won’t find out about this? Because I wasn’t supposed to let anything happen to him, and we have a game tomorrow,” Colton finished. 

That really didn’t answer your question, and you weren’t sure how anything that brought the two of them into an ER after midnight was going to be easily hidden for a game the next night. You turned then, properly looked at the boys, took in Vince sitting on the bed with his feet swinging above the ground like a child. His shirt was a little wet with what was probably beer, and, when you looked closer, blood. His left hand was wrapped in a bar rag–that you really hoped had been clean when they got it–that was definitely blood-stained. 

Colton explained to you, as you started an IV in Vince’s right arm and cleaned the gash in his palm that would definitely need stitches, that they had gone out in spite of their captain telling them it was a bad idea. Vince had had one beer too many and had ended up on a table, then fell off the table, catching his fall on someone’s pint of beer. By the way Vince winced when you moved his hand around to clean it, you were pretty sure his wrist sprained, too.

You hovered a bit as one of the ER doctors came in and checked out Vince’s hand and wrist. Vince was quiet, but you could feel him watching you as you fidgeted around the small room. By the time everything was ready for him to be sent home, he was definitely more sober himself, but that also meant he was lucid enough to be embarrassed about how he ended up in the ER. You watched as Colton led him out of the ER and to a waiting Uber, and you wondered just how the hell they were planning on hiding his hand from everyone the next day.

At a Bar The second time you met Vince Dunn was, somewhat ironically, in a bar. You had seen him as soon as you walked in, laughing with some of his teammates in the corner, but you diligently ignored him as you headed to the bar with your friend to get a drink. Why would he remember some random ER nurse from over a month ago, when he had been drunk? You shook your head, determined to ignore the loud hockey boys in the corner and have a good night yourself. 

You had been at the bar almost an hour and had done a pretty good job of ignoring and avoiding the hockey players in the corner. You headed over to the bar for a second drink, when you felt a hand press against your lower back. You tensed, twisting around as much as you could in the crowded bar to see who was behind you.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to sneak up on you,” Vince said, but he didn’t move his hand. He raised his left hand to get the attention of the bartender, and you saw the flash of a still-healing scar on his palm, pink even in the dim light of the bar. “You were that nurse from the ER, yeah? I never thanked you for taking care of my drunk ass that night.” He smiled, then, wide and genuine, hand still warm against the small of your back, and you relaxed a little bit. 

You were surprised that he recognized you. You’d heard stories of the younger players on the Blues wheeling multiple girls at once; you vaguely wondered how they kept track of them, much less a nobody nurse he’d met once. 

You didn’t say that, though, just smiled back at him as the bartender slid two beers in front of you. You reached into your pocket to pay but Vince grabbed your wrist.

“Nah, this one’s on me. Said I had to thank you, didn’t I?” he told you. You tried not to think about how green his eyes were up close. 

You shook yourself again; you didn’t need this. You didn’t need this. Besides, how many more times could you run into Vince Dunn?

In Enemy Territory It was in Pittsburgh, of all places, when you saw Vince Dunn again. One of your brothers had moved out there for work, and you were visiting him for a week, helping out with babysitting his kids, hanging with your sister-in-law. You hadn’t even thought to check the Blues’ schedule; you had no idea they were on a road trip to play the Penguins. 

You were standing in line at a Starbucks, your two-year-old nephew balanced on your hip, your sister-in-law still outside with the other kids.  You heard the door open behind you, and a loud group came in, but now you were focused on ordering before the toddler you were carrying decided he got bored and threw a tantrum. You were struggling to reach your card one handed when someone else reached past you.

“Add it to ours,” the voice belonging to the arm said. You spun, only to see Colton Parayko looking down at you with a smile. You looked over his shoulder to see several of his teammates shoving each other playfully in line. That would explain the loud group you’d heard come in. Colton was introducing himself to the two year old you were carrying, but you were still watching his teammates. Vince caught your eye from where he was trying to put Jordan Kyrou in a headlock and grinned, immediately letting go of Rouzy. You smiled back, a little caught off guard. 

You stepped to the side as you waited.  Before long, you were joined by Vince, both of you trying to ignore the catcalls from his other teammates. 

“And who’s this little guy?” Vince cooed, actually ignoring you aside from a quick smile. You raised an eyebrow a little bit at his baby-voice.

Your nephew tucked his face into your neck, suddenly shy. “Oh, come on now,” you said to him. “This is Jake, he’s my brother’s youngest,” you explained to Vince. Vince continued to talk to your nephew in that same high, gentle voice, until he was giggling and chattering right back. The barista called your name, and Jake picked that moment to decide he was done being patient and started fussing, very close to crying and screaming. You couldn’t balance two drinks and two sandwiches as well as a fidgeting toddler, and you groaned. 

“Here give him to me,” Vince said, reaching out to take him before you could protest. Jake settled immediately, and you glared at him a little. You could hear Vince talking to him more as you scrambled to pick up all of your order. He followed you outside, and you ignored the interested stares of the rest of the guys. 

He continued to hold Jake as you handed off your sister-in-law’s half of the order, stood there to chat with her and the other kids, long after Sammy came out with Vince’s drink. He used the same voice he had used to befriend Jake on the other two kids, but he talked and laughed with you and Sarah in the next breath, even teasing her for the Pens shirt she was wearing. 

You were doing your best not to think about how that voice was making you melt every time he used it. His teammates eventually dragged him away to get back to the hotel before the game, but not before Vince talked you into exchanging phone numbers. 

You tried telling yourself that you were never going to use it. 

In a Grocery Store You were pretty sure the universe was laughing at you at this point. Your mom had invited herself over for dinner, and you had nothing in your apartment to cook. Which meant you rushed to a grocery store on your lunch break, and you ended up at a different one than you usually went to because it was closer to work.

Why couldn’t all grocery stores be laid out the same? You were trying very hard to make it look like you weren’t turning in circles as you tried to find everything you were looking for when your phone buzzed. You pulled it out with a huff, fully expecting it to your mom again, but instead the name on your screen read, “Vince Dunn.” 

You paused. It had been nearly another month since Pittsburgh, and neither one of you had texted the other one. You were (mostly) perfectly content with leaving it that way, but clearly Vince had other ideas. The screen had gone dark, but it lit up again, reminding you it was there. You read the text, the simple words “you look a little lost.” With that you spun around, and, sure enough, Vince was standing a couple feet behind you, leaning against a shelf with a smirk on his face.

“I don’t have time for this,” you said, turning back around and starting to push your cart in a direction that hopefully ended in pasta. 

“Hey, wait,” Vince said, taking a couple annoyingly long steps to catch up to you and put a hand on your cart to stop you. “Lemme help. It’ll be faster. I’ve been watching you walk in circles for like ten minutes.” You blushed as he smirked again, but his eyes were soft. 

You wanted so badly to just push past Vince, forget you had ever met him, and then met him again and again, delete his number from your phone, but you also knew he was right; he would probably get you out of this damned grocery store a lot faster than you could probably manage on your own, and maybe you really wanted to spend a little time with him, too. 

So you sighed, handed Vince the list you had scribbled on the back of a gas receipt, and let him lead you around the grocery store. He let you rant about your mom, and then about work, only pausing to offer opinions on the food he was putting in your cart. After a while, you realized you had actually managed to get everything on your list, but now Vince was wandering aimlessly around the store, sneaking junk food into your cart. You raised an eyebrow as you watched him slip a package of cookie mix behind the box of pasta. He looked up at you as you leaned on the cart handle, sheepish now that he’d been caught.

“What?I like snickerdoodles,” he said in defense.

You shook your head and pulled the package out of the cart. “I can make better snickerdoodles from scratch, dude.” You looked closer at everything in your cart. “And I don’t like jalapeno Cheetos,” you said, throwing the bag at Vince.

“Is that a promise on the snickerdoodles?” Of course he focused on that.

“I don’t know, maybe. Now go put the damn Cheetos back.”

Vince laughed. You willed yourself to focus on getting out of the store and home to cook dinner, not just kissing Vince in the middle of the baking aisle. 

“Don’t knock ‘em until you try ‘em. Thommer’s gotten the whole team addicted at this point,” Vince told you over his shoulder as he went to put the Cheetos back from wherever he found them. You turned around and headed back in what you thought was the direction of checkout. Vince found you again as you stood in line. You had honestly thought the whole Cheetos thing would be the end of this interaction with him, but apparently not. 

“Don’t you have your own grocery shopping to do?” you asked, realizing just how much time Vince had spent with you in the store. “Instead of helping some random girl?” you added, allowing the insecurity you were suddenly feeling slip into your voice. 

Vince started putting your groceries on the conveyor belt. “Nah, Sammy just wanted some snacks, and he can wait.”

You let Vince load the rest of your stuff onto the belt, you didn’t let him pay–though he fought you on that one for several minutes–and you let him walk with you to your car and put all of your groceries in the trunk.

You were halfway home before you thought to wonder if he actually went back and got snacks for Sammy. 

At a Hockey Game When your best friend texted you and asked if you wanted to go to a Blues game with her, you didn’t hesitate to say yes. You had grown up a hockey fan, had found Hannah in high school, and there you two were, years later, still yelling about the Blues over texts and phone calls and in person. Your eagerness had absolutely nothing to do with Vince Dunn. 

You also didn’t hesitate to snap a picture of your ticket and send it to Vince after Hannah handed it to you. You didn’t really think he’d see it so close to puck drop, but you still regretted it as soon as the tiny little “sent” appeared underneath the picture. 

The game was exciting, and the Blues won, which helped distract you from the anxiety you were feeling over Vince. Mostly. Until he scored a goal, and his eyes swept the sea of blue in Enterprise Center, and, for a split second, you let yourself think he was looking for you. 

Until after the game, when you and Hannah were getting up to leave, and an usher appeared next to you, saying your name and telling you to follow her. Getting down below the arena was a blur of people and security, being given neon wristbands and convincing people that, “Yes, I was invited down here by a player, I belong down here,” even if you didn’t really believe that second part was true. 

You both hovered awkwardly in the doorway to the room where all of the WAGs and kids were waiting, and suddenly you regretted wearing your Parayko jersey just a little bit. You were thankful to have your friend next to you, though, and you explained the whole grocery store thing to her while you waited. You were starting to debate leaving, telling everyone that, yeah, actually, letting you down into the tunnels was a mistake, that you have no business being there, when you’re wrapped up in a hug suddenly, and there’s Vince, freshly-showered and back in his suit– and this is new, but it’s nice and you let yourself relax into the hug.

Vince pulled back, and he was smiling at you and introducing himself to Hannah, and Colton was standing behind him with a matching smile. You remembered the 55 sprawled across your back, and you knew Colton saw it, but then he was wrapping his arm around your shoulder and didn’t say anything about it.

You weren’t so lucky with Vince. “I’ve gotta get you a new jersey,” he said. You just rolled your eyes and shrugged. 

“I’ll sign that one for you,” Colton whispered. 

Vince and Colton started arguing over that, and you were starting to think that this is something you could get used to, since this was apparently your new normal, when Alex Pietrangelo comes over to your little group, and you were reminded a little just how not normal this was for you. 

“Is this the nurse Dunner won’t shut up about?” Petro asked Colton, who nodded over your head. “You really freaked him out when you texted him before the game,” Petro was talking again, this time to you. “We thought he was gonna go out into the stands to find you himself.”

You laughed, more at the bright blush that was spreading over Vince’s cheeks. “What happened to ‘Petro can’t find out about this?’” you asked.

“That went out the window pretty fast,” Colton told you.

“And I don’t know how you ever thought you could hide eight stitches in your hand and a sprained wrist from me,” Petro added.

“You should have heard him after we saw you in Pittsburgh. He kept looking for you at the game that night, too.” 

You smiled up at Vince, who was blushing all the way up his ears now, but he just wrapped his arm around your shoulders and buried his face in your hair. Yeah, you could definitely get used to that. You elbowed him in the ribs a little bit, but his arm just tightened around your shoulders. 

He and Colton walked you and Hannah back to your car outside the arena, Colton chirping Vince relentlessly the whole way.

Vince grabbed your hand before you could get in your car. “I’ll text you, yeah?” He looked unsure, which was probably the first time you’d ever seen him nervous around you. “Sammy won’t stop asking me when you’re baking us cookies.”

“I don’t remember saying anything about baking Sammy Blais cookies,” you laughed. “Text me when your next day off is, and we’ll see about those cookies.” And then, because apparently you couldn’t stop doing impulsive things tonight, you pushed up on your toes to kiss Vince on the cheek before climbing into the car.

Your phone vibrated in your cupholder less than five minutes later, and you knew without checking that it was Vince. 

[domjaehyun]

recently got into nct, the dreamies to be exact n im very much obsessed with them! idk why but i always thought they were younger than me so i always avoided them (maybe bc i first heard abt them during their chewing gum era?) but anyways when i found out they were my age i think i had both a breakdown n my soul ascended. ive never been more obsessed with a group than now. jaemin n jeno my love GOD i wont them. i have two hands and i can hold both their hands yes 🤲🏻 not me being attracted to jaehyun johnny jeno and jaemin. my first name starts with a J i think this is fate yup!

(also sorry i have no friends i can blab this towards LMAO)

“i have no friends i can blab this towards” this is false 🤨 you have me 💖

no bc . i love dream so much … i rly agree sjdjjf i started stanning nct like . the second t7s came out and they were CHILDREN and i was like ah . no thank you 💖 i also just wasnt and still am not a fan of cutesy concepts djfjdkd so that has a lot to do w it bc as soon as . i think GO came out i was like oh wait . yeah …. and now i love them 😭😭😭 it happened kinda slowly but now i’m obsessed 🧍🏽‍♀️ *heavy sigh*

[ask-mortarion-the-death-lord]

cause ive always liked fire emblem, and cause the questions rested on my head before, the primarchs in fire emblem classes:

lion = paladin. its the most traditionally knightly class, and well the lions never really been depicted on horses or in relation to fast vehicles all that often, the paladin class is more so marked by balanced stats and a sharp increase to res so i feel confidant in giving him a mounted class like the paladin.

fulgrim = swordmaster. lightly armored very fast class, well its limited to just swords for the most part i feel that also suits fulgrims perfectionist nature since as a class its largely about perfecting that one weapon often getting special perks for doing so. plus in terms of outfits swordmasters are one of the more fashionable or exotic classes which also suits fulgrims tendency to extravagant dress.

perturabo = great knight. at first i thought general since its a very representative defensive class, heavy armour, used by enemy armies alot, best used in defensive roles, all that stuff. but on reflection great knight kinda works a bit better, since the iron warriors also notably use a lot of vehicles. this gives perturabo both high defensive properties but decent mobility like his copious tanks without being as high as say a paladin or bow knights mov to represent perts preference for terminator armour.

jaghatai = nomad trooper/bow knight. i specify nomad trooper because it better gells with the whole Mongol thing the khans got going on, but bow knight is also the more common variation of this class. regardless, its a more speed aligned mounted class capable of using swords and bows, that has the khans name all over it.

lemen = warrior. the russ is typically portrayed with axes, has a viking theme, and well hes 'uga uga barbarian' he also strives to try and be better then that. its another easy fit really, even if bows arent particularly fitting for russ but then that also does help to emphasize the sortta duality of the russ as a savage reveling in it whos also embarrassed by it to some extent.

rogal = hero. its not a defensive class like the general but it is the more defensive counterpart to the swordmaster usually, and rogals usually not shown to be wearing terminator armour. aside from that its something of a flexible class used by shady mercs and noble knights in equal measure, so it can work with both an air of practicality and luxury well.

konrad = trickster. assassin seems like the better choice since it jives more with konrad visually speaking, konrad also has psychic powers that let him see the future. thus trickster works a bit better i feel to represent that, placing him in a thief promotion well also giving him access to magic. i thought of dread fighter as well, but konrads not known for sending out warp bolts so the tricksters support magic works better for konrads future sight.

sanguinius = falcon knight. a female dominated class, ignoring that stipulation fire emblem pegasi have the unicorn thing where their atleast rumored to only accept the pure hearted as riders, and well i wouldn't call any primarch pure hearted neither are many of the pegasus knights in fire emblem so it works thematically without being a hard requirement. also, wings and a flying class thats focused on speed and has also at times had access to support magic. another obvious fit for all intents and purposes.

ferrus = blacksmith. thank god for fates giving me this out, well ferrus does wear terminator armour he also notably relies on his arms metal coating to protect that so i feel more confidant in giving him blacksmith which is a defensive class but not a heavy armour class if that makes sense. also, overlap of professions which putting aside the terminator armour stuff does make this the otherwise obvious choice for ferrus.

angron = berserker. the class is pretty much all attack and speed no defense, relying on high health to tank hits. well its usually locked to axes, angron usually uses axes to thats fine, and well its also a class mostly associated with bandits and barbarian and tribal looks its also a class that gets a lot of association with gladiators and arenas so it works in that sense as well.

roboute = hero, great lord. not totally happy with this one so im giving myself multiple outs on it. hero i feel works in a visual sense but its doubling up on rogals, well great lord works better in terms of who roboute is but its pushing roboute into the definitive protagonist class of fire emblem. settled on great lord eventually both because its the protagonist class, and because well its a class capable of defending itself their both usually not the best fighter and also need to be handled carefully or else cause a game over due to dying,

mortarion = oni savage. a defensive class specialized in using axes but which does have access to magic use. it fits in that mortarion prides himself on endurance and physical strength well shunning magic, despite having had training and education in magic himself and arguably because of who taught him. plus visually the class is designed to look intimidating and wears a mask, both vague enough applications to mortarion.

magnus = sorcerer. also called druid, dark sage, or dark bishop. i thought of maybe basara since its a class with access to physical weapons, but i decided sorcerer for two main reasons. first, magnus relies heavily on his magic over his physical fighting skills by primarch standards. second, darks magic which sorcerers specialize in have the narratively appropriate connotations in fire emblem for magnuses character. as dark magic in fe is both a dangerous dark force used by evil wizards to summon dark gods or cast curses, and a neutral force of nature that can be researched and understood like a science, used like a science to consume enemies in black holes even. it is the perfect magic to give the "its not a phase dad, its a science! -consumed by dark forces-" character in essence.

horus = general. perfect class for horus less because of its defensive properties or role as a defensive class, but more so because of what it arguably symbolizes and how horus is the primarch next to perturabo who wears the most terminator of terminator armour. namely that general is the class most frequently used by enemy bosses and commanders in fire emblem, often by one of the head honchos or a minion of said honcho. in that sense, its the perfect class to have the warmaster and arch traitor of the imperium in.

lorgar = war monk. religiously affiliated class that wields an axe, and already a perfect fit for that alone. the war monk class also has access to support magic with jives with lorgar unlocking psychic power through his studies of daemonology and the chaos gods, and also his own psychic visions. my only concern is that to access war monk regularly you have to be in the priest class beforehand [unless your a prepromote] which jives with lorgars history but is also a class locked to support magic, but for a primarch im willing to let it slide.

vulkan = wyvern lord. vulkans another character in terminator armour, but i feel wyvern lord works better. not because vulkans known for flying mind you, but more so because wyvern lords a defensive flying class, involves a a dragon, and because wyverns in fe are difficult to tame mounts but ones that are fiercely loyal and protective of their riders if said rider treats them well. which fits into vulkans friendly, by primarch standards, attitude.

corvus = assassin. well corvus also uses psychic powers to turn invisible, i felt giving trickster to konrad worked better because konrad was more active and constant in his use of psychic powers well corvus tried to avoid using his power as much as possible from what i remember. as such that left corvus with the more physically aligned thief promotion which i enjoy as a sort of 'delightful irony' since the assassin aesthetic better suits konrad.

alpharius/omegon = halberdier. feeling blessed that alpharius omegon have largely been presented as using lances cause it makes this a lot easier. well the ao twins are masters of a sneaky legion themselves, importantly the alpha legion favours infiltration and disguise over sneaking about. and what better disguise then as the promotion of the most generic of classes the soldier class. its a lance locked class, but i feel thats a good enough trade off for the inconspicuous murder angle. and the soldier class is if nothing inconspicuous/cannon fodder.

and bonus malcador and emperor!

malcador = sage. even putting aside that malcadors claim to fame is being a psyker, sage works in relation to the fire emblem trope of wise and crinkly old sages [the gotoh archtype as its referred to] which malcador fits on like a glove.

emperor = emperor, baron, master knight. the emperor class is indeed a thing, and im specifically thinking of the fe4 emperor class which could utilize every weapon and magic outside of light magic and dark magic. aside from that the emperor class was also a heavy armour class which... i dont remember if the emperors wearing terminator armour but it does gel with the emperor being fukin big. the barons an alternative thats basically the same as the emperor class if a bit weaker, and master knights the mounted variation that has access to light magic.

[starker-fluff]

Reboot: Part One

Peter opened his eyes, sighing as he stared across the horizon. As a child he had done everything he could to stop his parents getting on that damn plan but they didn’t listen. Remembers how much he screamed for them and he remembered how useless he felt when they left and their fates were sealed. He had moved on, hoping to save Uncle Ben now. Peter remembers how he actually got himself purposely but so he could protect his uncle. He tried so hard to save Uncle Ben but everything his tried was worthless as Peter still had to attend his funeral. Peter groaned, rubbing his face with anguish trying to get rid of those thoughts from his head. Getting to his feet he jumped off the roof, swinging his way back home.

Peter walked along the street to the rhythm of his music that was drumming in his ears. He stopped short when he saw a fancy car in his driveway, a smile brimming on his face as he took off sprinting to the elevator. Feverishly bouncing on his toes as he waited for the elevator to stop at his floor before he full on sprinted to his apartment door. He had to pretend. He had to keep his cool. Peter psyched himself up, bouncing around in a little circle before he turned up his music and casually walked into the home.

“Hey Aunt May! Oh you made cookies,” He snagged one, “By the way did you see that awesome car outsi-“ Peter’s got caught as he saw Tony staring up at him with that signature smile. He wasn’t even listening to his words anymore, all he could focus on was how alive Tony looked. He looked so healthy and so happy. God, how could he tell him his world about was about to fall apart.

“Peter?” Tony was standing, looking down at him. “Talk in private?” Peter quickly nodded and scuttled to his bedroom, shutting the door behind Tony. When he turned around he saw the images of himself as Spiderman flipping across the holoscreen projected from Tony’s watch.

“Before you say anything. Yes, it’s me. And yes I want to help you.” Peter confessed immediately to Mr Stark’s shock.

“How did you know I was going to ask you?” Tony looked impressed. The kid was really special.

“...Let’s just call it intuition.” Peter smiled. He could save Tony. He could do this. He could save himself the heart break of losing Tony.

—————Time Skippo—————

Peter pulled the shield from Steve’s arm as he landed on the truck, waving to everyone. He knew what was coming next but he couldn’t react before because then they would get suspicious. Just as Steve gave the command he prepared himself, dropping onto his back as the ant man guy did the same thing as last time. As everyone geared up he flipped off the truck, landing beside Tony. Peter felt the pull to hold his hand but couldn’t.. they weren’t like that yet. Then the running began.

~~

Next time he had a minute to think he was chasing Bucky and Sam through the terminal. He was letting his muscle memory work, déjà vu clouding his mind as he realised he was repeating exactly the same words he had before. THE FLYING BOT. He heard the sound of the little bird bot and decided it was the perfect thing to quickly get outside.

~~

“Mr Stark said you’d say that... and I say fuck you.” Peter seethed. He had hatred for Steve, everything that this man was about to do. Everything that this man did to Tony!! He left him in that place alone. He let him wither away and die. He belittled him and fuck! Peter was going to enjoy this! He let himself be pulled forward by the webbed up Steve but before the Captain could hit him the kid landed a powerful kick that sent Steve rolling across the floor. He sneered at the groaning Captian before he heard the struggles of Tony and Rhodey. Leaping up onto the terminal just as Ant-Man supersized.

“Ok. I got this.” Peter psyched himself up.

“Don’t panic. It’s just me!” Peter called out as he flung a web out onto Rhodey, using him to get up onto the big man’s face.

“Hey big guy. I think it’s time you took a nap.” He said as he landed directly on the guy’s eye. Jumping around for a bit before remembering what he had done.

“THE OLD STAR WARS MOVIE. Empire strikes back? You guys get the head! I’ve got the legs.” Peter quickly flipped off his face, using the momentum to help him wrap the giant’s legs up with his webbing. Around the ankles then around the thigh. The signal for the punch came through, jogging Peter’s mind. He quickly let go of the web he was holding, narrowly avoiding the giant hand that swung around. He skidded along the concrete, landing in a non-graceful roll but it was much better then last time. Hearing the sound of thrusters and an arm on his shoulder he new what was coming next.

“Kid. You’re done!” Tony said sternly just as one of the SHIELD planes took off overhead, speeding into the sky. Tony took off after it, Rhodey following suit and Sam hot on their heels. Peter felt his stomach drop as his heart sunk. He was up to his feet in a second screaming to not fire but Vision couldn’t hear him. The beam struck the chest of Rhodey’s suit and he was falling fast and out of control.

“NO!” Peter sprinted across the tarmac, heart beating in his ears.

“SOMEONE THROW ME.” A red glow wrapped around his body and then suddenly he was rocketting up, heading directly for Rhodey.

“MR STARK TURN OFF THE BABY MONITOR PROTOCOL!” Peter screamed. He needed access to those wings.

“What!?” Tony said in absolute confusion and anger and desperation.

“TURN IT OFF.” The next thing Peter heard was Karen then alerting him that the protocol had been removed. Opening his arms and legs the Webbing between his limbs and body fanned out allowing him to manoeuvre into a position directly above Rhodey.

“I got you. I won’t let this happen.” Peter said in a strangely calm voice, speaking mainly to himself. Once within range he flung a web out to Rhodey, connecting himself to the falling man, chest to chest by the line of web. He pulled himself down to Rhodey, doing his best to stabilise the both of them as he went but it wasn’t going too well. Peter received a kicked to the ribs and a slap in the head from the hunk of falling metal. He binded himself to the pummeting man before he deployed the parachute. Peter and Rhodey still crashed into the earth but nothing was broken... Rhodey was in one piece.

“Kid...” Was all Rhodey managed to say from where they sat in the heap on the ground. Peter pulled off the parachute and disintegrated the webs before moving away, standing to his feet to make room for Tony who dropped down and instantly checked on Rhodey who had sustained a few minor injuries. Peter felt the world spin as he felt a blooming pain come from his side... this was different. He flopped onto his back staring up at the sky that was slowly growing darker as his chest roared in pain. He felt someone lift his head up and call out his name but his head just hurt so much and his chest felt like it was going to explode. He could hear someone apologising before two repulsion blasts sounded as the world faded into a blackness. This was certainly a change.

—————Timey Wimey Stuff—————

Peter woke up with the blatant smell of sterilised everything clinging to every surface in the room. Sitting up he groaned, his head ringing as his side sung with pain. Checking under his shirt he found bandages around his chest.. God what did he do to himself. The sound of plane getting ready to go hit his ears like a freight train. MR STARK!! Peter ripped the IV out of his arm, grimacing at the sting of pain as he slid out the door. He rushed out of the hospital ward to see Mr Stark’s plane taking off.

“No no no no.” He knew what was about to happen. Peter couldn’t let this happen. As he stood there he saw SHIELD agents walking across the corridor. Taking a gamble he bolted up to the helipad above and thank god the SHEILD plane was there. He ran into the plane, frantically flipping switches as he tried to get the plane to start. Suddenly the plane launched into the air, sending Peter onto his back. Groaning with how stupid he is he ran to the controls before guiding the plane after Mr Stark.

“Hey Karen... am I doing this right?” Peter said nervously as he asked the voice in his mask. It hadn’t been removed due to them most likely wanting to preserve his idenity.

“Friday has given me his corordinates. Plug me into the plane peter and I can handle it from here.” Peter took off the mask, pulling a little cord out from the eye of the mask and plugging it into the plane.

“I’m.. I’m just gonna lay down.” Peter laid on the ground of the aircraft, holding his side with as he let himself drift off into a nap. Karen continues to follow Tony’s plane from a distance, by the time their much slower aircraft caught up to Tony he was just taking off from this big weird looking structure. Peter was now awake, siting in the cockpit watching the plane in the distance. He saw a flare fall out of the plane.

“Mr Stark seems to be going in two directions. Which would you like me to follow Peter..” Peter sighed.. of course it wasn’t a flare.

“The new course. That’s him in the suit...” Peter groveled in the seat of the plane. Why did he have to be going so slow! What if he was late? What if Tony still got hurt?! His hands were shaking as his thoughts swarmed in his head. He had been looking at his lap when he noticed the clothes he was wearing.... a hospital gown. Why hadn’t he grabbed clothes. He searched around the plane and found nothing but a plain t-shirt and a pair of black jeans and then.. he waited.

Finally he was there, running out of the plane he was hit by the cold, fighting passed the shaking as he spotted an open door. Running into the compound he followed the sounds of repulsive blasts and clanging metal. Peter smashed through the half open door just in time to see Steve about to bring his shield down onto Tony’s arch reactor.

“NO!” Both the men were taken off guard as Peter threw his full body weight against Steve, tackling him to the ground. Scrambling to his feet as he stood between Tony and Steve.

“This isn’t your fight kid.” Steve spoke to him, trying to dismiss him like last time.

“Mr Stark said you’d say that too and I’ll say it again... Fuck. You.” Peter snapped at the Captian towering over him. Steve stood bewildered that this was the kid that had handed his ass to him. This brief pause allowed Peter enough time to land a hard kick to Steve’s chest, sending him to the wall. The Captian got back to his feet, eyeing the defeated Tony who was struggling to get up.

“Don’t even think about it.” Peter warned as he stood over Tony’s body, lowering into the typical Spiderman pose. His eyes set in death glare as he watched Steve retreat out the door.

“Kid... Thank you but how did you even get here?” Tony asked the kid above him, almost in shock. Peter turned around, leaning down to help the man up to his feet.

“I followed you. Well more like Karen did. Friday was worried about you so she gave Karen you coordinates...” Tony just blinked in amazement as Peter answer his question. The kid then helped Tony out to the SHIELD plane.

“Did you steal a plane?” Tony laughed, as he stepped up the ramp before laying himself down on the floor.

“Uh... I borrowed it.” Peter shook as the adrenaline wore off. His body aching and shaking from the cold bitter air. The boy laid down beside Tony in a ball trying his best to warm himself up.

“Peter you could of gotten hurt... you can’t just rush into these things. You’ve already got broken ribs and a concussion.. Steve could of seriously hurt you. How did you even know what was going to happen?” Tony questioned the kid, going all mentor protection on him. Though Peter did notice how he was taking the armour off as well as his suit jacket that was underneath.

“I do? Oh. I thought I was just bruised. I guess that explains the pain. As for knowing it was more of a feeling. Yeah.. a feeling. What are you do- Oh.” Peter stopped short as Tony drapped his jacket over the shivering boy and pulled him in close. He couldn’t help but lean into the warmth radiating off the older man.

”Thank you, Mr Stark.” Peter said softly as he closed his eyes, putting his weight against him. The two laid together on the floor, silent and just enjoy the warmth of each other.

“Tony. Call me Tony.” Tony said after a long while. Peter smiled and felt his heart bloom. In this strange new world maybe Tony would love him in different way. It was a hope that Peter refused to let go of just yet.

[shinymooncolor]

Sweater weather chat #9

A little Friday tribute to @lumosinlove ‘s sweater weather. 

@siriuslyqueer and @wxlfstxrx thanks for helping me through a groundbreaking epiphany. <3 

Sweater weather chat #9

Celeste has plans. Logan mopes. And drives a minivan. Kuny hides in a library. Nado is a star. And the wives call him Jackie. We get some lady love. Cause hockey wives are awesome. The team dads get in trouble. What did happen in Prague? Does mild vodka exist? 

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Thursday 3.42 pm 

Celeste: hi ladies! So, as you know the long dreaded school talent show is looming on the horizon. I don’t know with you -  but that’s a Saturday we will not get back…. Any ideas?? 

Anya: we send our husbands to the show. 😜 zhenya is helping my kids anyways. Not sure how that happened. But him and Jackie came to leech a free dinner and somehow ended up joining the talent show. 

Linnea: that sounds like something that needs to be recorded! I’m up for a spa weekend. God knows I need it. We’re headed for Sweden next month and I need to prepare mentally for my in-laws. 🙊

Celeste: so we agree to send the boys to the show? And get on with a lovely spa weekend ourselves 😍

Allison: I’m in. I love my boys but I’ve seen them dance and heard them sing. Brady has been successfully avoiding the past three events!!! But I’m intrigued about what the hell Kuny and Jackie can help with? 😂 

Anya: I don’t know and I don’t care. It’s sergei problem now. I’ve warned them to keep it kid friendly. Jackie is still a little scared of me, I think. 👻

Celeste: they are good boys but those two. I swear they’re worse than our lot. And that’s saying something. You remember Prague? 😠

Linnea: the one with the flags at worlds? What were they thinking.... 

Allison: oh sounds like there’s a story there! What did they get up to? 🙊

Linnea: let’s get back to that after three bottles of Chardonnay... 

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Thursday 4.08 pm 

Celeste: you are going to the talent show. And take Logan with you. He’s been moping for a week. He’s such a teenager. 😂 and DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT DRINKING AGAIN. I will tell Logan about Prague. 😠

Dumo: but I have to train. And don’t tell anyone it’ll undermine our authority. 

Celeste: no you don’t have to, it’s optional. Don’t even start Pascal. You’re taking your ragtag team Dads and you’re all going to sit through 3 hours of recorders and botched Disney music. And you’re going to applaud your babies. And please film whatever the terrible two get up to. I’ve seen the outfits. 😂😍😂😍

Dumo: I love you but you’re mean. Enjoy your spa day. What do I get for being good?

Celeste: a wife who won’t make you sleep in the guest room. And if you’re really good we can talk about the white one again. 

Dumo: I’ll be good!!! 😇😇😇😇😇 

Celeste: 😉

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Thursday 5.00 pm 

Dumo created a group chat. 

Dumo added Sunny, Sergei, Brady, Kuny, Nado and LoganT 

Dumo named the group chat talent show 

Dumo: gentlemen I believe you’ve all had your fates sealed. We’re now sentenced to suffer through the horror of our kids’ school talent show.

LoganT: what am I doing here? I don’t have kids leave me out 

Dumo: you left your disgusting workout clothes in MY basement. Without cleaning it up. You’re coming. Also Leo and Finn are both with their families. And Celeste made me take you cause apparently you’re sad and mopey. 🤓

LoganT: I’m not sad and mopey. I’m brooding and there’s a big difference. 😠

Sunny: you’re 22 and your boyfriends are out of town. Chin up buddy and enjoy a Saturday of off key singing and recorder hell. And you are moping 😆 brooding is for grown-ups… 

Nado: we’d offer to take you to some strip clubs and get you laid but. Well. We don’t really frequent gay bars so. 

Sergei: really? I once had to rescue u 2 from drag club 😂

Nado: it was one time and we didn’t realize until we were inside. Felt like a fucking Kingggg man they know how to party. Wanna go to a drag club baby Logan? Is fun times! 

Kuny: was fun. But we promise to do show with baby Russians he he 👻👻👻👻

Nado: well i didn’t understand what i said yes to. Thought she asked if I wanted to play Pokémon. 😳

Sergei: that’s why she asked. She’s too sneaky. Not like it. What you do for show? 

Nado: no idea. Your wife is making us an outfit and told us to just stand in the background 🙈

Dumo: oh I’m recording this. Anyways there’s never any parking. You’d think with the obscene fees we pay for that school they could at least organize proper parking. Let’s carpool. 😎

LoganT: why are you carpooling? You’ve got like a combined car catalogue of 25 cars....... 

Brady: this is clearly Logan’s first rodeo. Okay. Sergei always brings some Russian elixir of life. So. We need you to drive. 😘

LoganT: IM NOT DRIVING A MINI VAN! IVE GOT A REP 

Nado: there’s alcohol involved? I’m in!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳

Sunny: only way to get through this....😔

Dumo: you don’t have a rep. You have two boyfriends, an accent and a sweaty hat. You’re driving and I’m not going to argue. 😠 

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Saturday 12.33 pm 

Dumodad: if anyone is wondering what the terrible two are up to this fine Saturday. They’re currently in the middle of a moving rendition of Into the Unknown. Yes they’re wearing blue sequins. 🤩

*kuny and nado dressed in blue glitter sequins onesies with a bunch of kids singing into the unknown* 

Prongstar: HHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA WHAT IS GOING ONNNN???? 

Blizzard: well. There’s a future in show biz for those two. 😂 kuznetsov and nadeau the movie. 

Bradygunz: this is giving me some fresh prince vibes little rays of sunshine!!!😂😂😂😂 @talkiewalkie 

Talkiewalkie: yesss!!! Hahahah 😎😎😎

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Saturday 1.22 pm 

Sunny: I love my kids but. There’s a reason it’s not a good idea to always just tell kids they’re good at stuff.

Dumo: hahahah the one with the juggling was fun. 

LoganT: why are we still here? I won’t ever get my hearing back after that bag pipe thing. 😭

Sergei: that’s why we drink. I like the politic ones like a kid could ever know so many isms 

Sunny: quit hogging the flask. Gimme. 

Brady: I didn’t know so many isms existed. Pretty sure some of them were just random words. 😂

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Saturday 2.01 pm

Logantremblayzzz: guess who’s pissed at a kids talent show. Guess who’s hit on every teacher and has suspiciously disappeared and guess who’s somehow ended up in a production of you’re welcome from Moana? 

Sirius: this is fun.... 1) the dads are pissed. I went to a school play with them once. Sergei brought his flask? 2) I wanna say Nado 3) Kuny? 

Blizzard: ohhh I’ve got 2/3 swapped - Kuny can’t sing in English... and nado’s got the tattoos 😂

Eliascookie: I wanna know more about the sequins? 🥳

Prongstar: tell us!!!  

Logantremblayzzz: 1) yes the dads. Sergei swears it’s only mild vodka. But they’re definitely not sober. 2) Kuny was missing but I found him. He is hiding in the library. 3) yes Nado has somehow ended up on stage again. He’s doing that pec thing it’s weird. I swear the moms here are swooning. He signed someone’s bra. ITS A SCHOOL. 

KrisVolley: you’re just cranky that you had to drive the mini van. Haha! 😂

CarbO’Hara: Logan! You drove a minivan? 🤪🤪🤪🤪 cuteeee 

Logantremblayzzz: it’s stupid and ugly. 🥴 

Dumodad: suits you then 🤪

Logantremblayzzz: I’m telling your wives. 

Sergei_81: no Logan. Don’t be mean. U can have my car 

Bradygunz: we don’t tell Celeste when you leo and Finn cause problems!!!! 

Dumodad: he’s bluffing! Remember who let you live FOR FREE in his basement! I do your laundry and feed you. 

Logantremblayzzz: celeste feeds me and does laundry. You’re just as much a leech. 

Dumodad: I pay for things. 😠

RussianGod: I don’t know where are. Books everywhere help I hide from moms so many everywhere 😳😳😳😳

Ollibear: someone please rescue Kuny before the soccer moms kidnap him 😂

Timmyforrealz: wow Kuny go get some cougar love 🐯🐯🐯🐯🐯 hehehehe 

RussianGod: I scared. Help. @dumodad @logantremblayzzz @sergei_81!!!!!! Help help 

Sunnysideup: DONT flirt with them then. You asked for it. I’ll come get you. Stay in the library. You’re missing nado singing. 

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Saturday 2.12 pm 

Logan: hey Celeste. Show is ok. How’s the spa??? ❤️❤️❤️

Celeste: charmer... it’s fine thank you - how are the boys?

Logan: uh. Well. 

Celeste: one sec love. 

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Celeste added Logan to the group chat 

Celeste: hi Logan! Please tell us about the show. How did the terrible two do with their performance 

Logan: well Katya got scared and refused to go on stage so Kuny had to hold her hand. It was really cute. Loved the outfits. They’re definitely never forgetting that 😂 other than that your husbands are sneaking drinks from sergei’s flask and Nado has been in stage for the past three performances 

Anya: he did what? I will kill him. Thank you for telling us Logan. Tell zhenya to be careful. Soccer moms are hungry.

Logan: will do. Want me to kick your husbands? 

Anya: no love. We have our own ways to punish our idiots 😈

Linnea: thanks Logan! 

Celeste removed Logan from the group chat. 

Celeste: well. I knew we couldn’t leave them alone. But the plan worked well - they’ve now signed themselves up for the events for the rest of the school year! 😎

Allison: 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 

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Celeste: Logan texted me. Do you have any idea how much trouble you all are in? Also someone go rescue Kuny. He’s not ready for a soccer mom. 😈

Dumo: I’m gonna kill that kid. Also sorry. But. There was a BAGPIPE. You’re very pretty and beautiful and I love you. Sunny has gone to rescue Kuny. 

Celeste: hmm. How are you going to fix it? 

Dumo: I’ll show you 😜 on my knees 👅

Celeste: 😈