#magic anon (pill baby)

[reaperoftheseas]

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(M!A asks left: 1)

[lilystyles]

For a no strings blurb could you write one about Harry being sick and y/n taking care of him?

delicate.

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authors note thanku gorgeous anon for requesting! and as someone who has been so sick lately i was so inspired. MWAH!

brief description harry is sick and y/n takes care of him.

warnings! none so fluffyyyyy wordcount (1.4k)

sick!nostrings!h x reader

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Harry was a total and utter baby when he got sick. More than the average person, and though it could be annoying at times Y/n found it just as endearing as the rest of his qualities. He was too cute, how could she not?

She'd known this about him for years, and when they became roommates in Uni and she'd taken care of him for two weeks when he had a shocking fever the both of them should've known then they were destined for each other. 

She was reminded of this fact when she got home, Y/n had moved into Harry's house fairly soon after the wedding. It just felt right, and now she'd added all her favourite decor from her flat and it felt a bit like the two of them now. Not just him. There were touches of her all over the house.

Flowers in vases everywhere, her knitted blankets lazily thrown over the couch and chairs, her coffee table, her books, her clothes, her smell, and most importantly her. Harry loved having her living with him again, and it reminded him how much he'd miss having her in his home. Sharing a home.

She called out kicking her shoes off and unbundling her scarf, as she walked inside the lounge room. Normally when she got home Harry was on the couch watching telly, napping, strumming his guitar or cooking. But she heard nothing coming from the kitchen, and he wasn't on the couch. 

"H!" She repeated, curiously. She walked upstairs making her way to the bedroom. Surely he wasn't napping in there.

When she opened the door she found her boyfriend rugged up under the sheets. The only giveaway was his brown curls stuck out and the large Harry-sized lump under the dusty blue almost grey-coloured duvet. She walked over and dropped her purse and keys on the floor. 

"Baby," He rasped out. "Is tha' you?" He asked. He sounded breathless and his voice was hoarse.

She kneeled on the floor so her eyes were level with his. "Hi, my love, are you okay?"

He shook his head, as he squeezed the blanket closer. His teeth chattered. "I'm cold, n' my throat hurts,"

His face was pale in colour, a glisten covering his face, and his eyes had deep purple bags. She leaned closer to him and placed her hand on his forehead. He was boiling. She frowned.

"Gonna check your temp quickly, H." She said walking into their main bathroom in the hallway. She grabbed her first aid box from under the sink and dug around. Eventually, she found the thermometer, and some strong Panadol for him. She walked into the room and when she asked him to open his mouth he groaned softly shifting in the bed. Once the temperature came back it read 39.1°, which meant he had a fever.

She sighed. "Oh, H, you aren't well. Do you want some Panadol?"

He nodded, she popped two pills out of the packet and handed them to him. Before rushing to feed him some water. He gulped them down and swallowed with a grimace. She stroked his arm. 

"I'm gonna make you Mum's soup recipe for you." Y/n's mother was a Chef, she made the best food especially when Y/n was sick. One time during Uni Exams Harry called Y/n's Mum and she came down and visited and made a big batch of her soup and rubbed some weird-smelling cream on Y/n's chest and by the next day she was better, it was like magic in a bowl. Y/n didn't know how but she swore Mum's just had special healing powers.

She stroked his forehead, "And then you can have a bath, and you can try and get some sleep."

He nodded.

Y/n quickly made her way to the kitchen and grabbed all the things she needed. Her Mum had given her a book of recipes and she flipped to the page with the soup. Skimming over the words in her mother's soft cursive handwriting.

Slowly but surely she chopped up all the ingredients. It was mainly fresh herbs and vegetables. She put so much garlic she was sure their breaths would smell for weeks. But it always helped with a sore throat and made her feel better. She added lots of onions, celery, carrots, zucchini, and other vegetables Harry liked. Along with some freshly cooked chicken. She let it stew for a while, as the broth got its flavour.

She had a shower and changed into some pyjamas, combing her hair and applying some sweet-smelling creams to her skin while she worried about her sickly boyfriend.

When she checked on Harry he was fast asleep in their bed curled up on her side, hugging the pillow she slept on. She snuck back She flicked on the telly and sat on the couch while the smell of her wonderful soup filled the big mansion of a house. The telly was on some channel playing old reruns of films everyone's seen a million times. It was playing The Princess Bride. Y/n always used to watch this in bed when she was sick it was perfect because the kid in the beginning was sick too.

She loved this film. She'd seen it enough times to recite the words without thinking. After twenty or so minutes into the film, the soup was ready. She turned the stove off and put some bread in the toaster.

Just as she poured Harry his big bowl and coated his golden brown toast in smooth melting butter, she heard footsteps. He was standing behind her, the knitted blanket off their bed wrapped around him like a cape. He looked awful still, and sleepy. But gosh, was he handsome.

"Hi, Gorgeous." He said softly. His voice was hoarse.

She smiled. "Hi, I was about to bring you dinner."

"Heard the telly. Princess Bride?"

She nodded. 

"Let's watch it."

She followed him with their dinner and they ate together curled up real close, the soup was heavenly and warm. It was so soothing and made Y/n feel like she was a kid again. The toast was crunchy and delicious. She had a few more pieces and a second serving of soup.

Harry grew sleepy toward the climax of the film, his belly full and his clammy body warmed right up. It wasn't long until his head found its way to Y/n's lap. She was rubbing his head softly, her fingers running through his curls. He was asleep not long after her touches and when the film ended she got him up the stairs and put him in a quick bath before bed.

She helped him strip and checked the temperature was warm enough in the bath but not too hot. He hopped in and she sat on the floor beside him, making sure he didn't fall asleep in there. She washed his hair massaging the curls of his hair, and cleaned his body of his sweat. Helping him bathe. His eyes shut in contentment. The steamy water had helped him breathe easier, and her soup was doing wonders. 

When he got out after he was all clean Y/n helped him blow dry his hair quickly. His hands slid onto her hips under the big shirt of Harry's she was wearing and the loose tracksuit bottoms. 

This was love. Taking care of him, and not complaining once. That's how Harry knew she was the one.

Once he was dry she applied that cream to his chest that her mother used to put on hers. It was a mix of all sorts of things. She rubbed it gently over the swallows and moth ink and all along his chest and shoulders. 

"Turn around, I'll put some on your back too, H."

She gently massaged the cream onto his back and he sighed. 

"I love you."

She smiled even though she couldn't see him. "I love you too, Harry."

She picked some fresh comfy pyjamas for him and then they went to bed. The whole night she held him close and soothed him when he woke up in pain. For the next few days, she took care of him and held him however he needed. He eventually got better.

When Y/n woke up with the same flu a few days later, Harry took care of her too. Doing all the same things. Even with a red nose and glossy eyes, and she was coughing up all sorts of gross phlegm, she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid his eyes on. 

Harry knew he was going to marry her one day.

BYE LOVE U

[operation-penguin]

Fundamentally, I simply choose not to believe in penguins. They aren't real.

You come into MY HOUSE and you choose to say this type of shit to me?? did you even READ my URL? can you even READ? did you use text to speech to write this ask? just like my grand father and grand mother (they are divorced so i need to mention them separately, legally, i hope you can understand) that i dearly love use to text me? you come into my HOUSE. MINE. MY HOUSE. You INSULT MY GRANDFATHER and/or GRANDMOTHER right in front of my boy girl friend wife husband, Mort. How dare you. Do you know who I am? Do you know what I'm capable of? I'm capable of BELIEVING IN PENGUINS, SOMETHING YOU COULD NEVER DO. How SAD and DEPRAVED must you be to think such SILLY LITTLE THINGS. Penguins aren't real, BAHAHAHAH- someone clearly did not attend my project on penguins in the 4th or 5th grade!!! i dont remember the date!!! but i DO KNOW that you are STUPID. Do you not believe in atoms because you can’t see them? do you think that supernovas do not exist because you’ve never personally had the wonder of looking upon something GREATER than your EXCEEDINGLY SMALL SELF???? you’re pathetic, your mind hardly comparable TO MINE. IT MUST BE NICE, BLISSFUL IGNORANCE, you cannot BEAR to live with the TRUTH. you fool. you have taken the easy way out, taken the BLUE PILL, MEANWHILE behold as I demonstrate my SUPERIOR INTELLECTUAL ABILITIES AFTER I TOOK the RED PILL. That's right anon, do you understand? huh? do you? DO YOU? CAN YOU UNDERSTAND ME??? HA. HA. HA. of course you can't, IDIOT. I'll fucking eat my arm off. Does this bring you joy to be this STUPID? Are you happy? Anon. I am looking at you, nononono don't look away *i snap my fingers* look at me, no look- ANON. LOOK. AT. ME. *i snap my fingers more but frankly I'm a little nervousness which is making my hands a bit sweaty. my fingers slip and I can no longer snap* Anon, buddy. *I clap my hands in a last ditch effort for your attention, i roll a nat 20 and you look* Yes meee!!! hewooo :3 hi ANon :33333 hiii hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii okay so here's the deal. I'm very sad at this point in my life, nothing seems worth it anymore. No, no- I'm not suicidal I dont need the hotline number, I dont even think that's the Canadian number- you know im Canadian right? well Acadienne actually. yeah. hm, yeah. some of my ancestors got deported to Louisianan yeah. yeah, no it's fine I didn't know them. anyways, i didn't mean to lash out at you like that... i hope you can find it in your heart and soul to forgive me *you place your hands on mine, you feel my gross yucky sticky sweat, but it's like a warm wet blanket. so wrong but so right at the same time* oh my.... anon... i don't think we should- *mort burst into the room wearing a tie and hat, he's carrying a brief case and has just gotten off his work shift from the job* "Honey I'm hoooO-" *he stops and gawks at the scene before him, your hands STILL on MINE* "I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS" *mort cries, I stand up and slap you across the face in one swift motion* Anon, you come into my home just to SEDUCE ME? what am i to you? a semi popular fandom blog, or just another whore for you to use.... disgusting, you are truly disgusting. Mort, baby, kill this guy. "ooohh ehehheh yesss i think i will" *mort laughs and kills you with magic lighting and you DIE because he loves me so much*

fin...... or is it?

[ask-serial-designation-s]

Ok fine, -inhale- Basically this drone night said, "Why can't a Tumblr anon pull a tragic memory out of my head and then meme it?" Or something like that, so I did. Then I turned the tragic memory into a meme, messed around with him, he said that if I was gonna torment him by literally existing I could help raise a pill baby named tad who was also adopted. I tried to shake it off saying I'd give tad an unhealthy amount of (fucking) lean, he didn't know what lean was so I gave him an answer and that I enjoyed the consumption of it quite a lot. And he said his dad did as well, we both realized I was acting like his dad, I made the joke of magicing some adoption papers into existence, he thought I was serious so I said coin flip. I thought I was using a rigged coin but I wasn't and it landed on yes. (Heads) And yea that's how I accidentally adopted night!

???: HE HE, THE STORY IS FUN.

CAN I DRINK (FUCKING) LEAN?

[chanelfunnell]

Q@A

a) anon, shame Trevor Zegras is injured. I like his technical style of the game when he's serious about hockey and frankly, he's a little bit crazy off ice but adorable. We all need to laugh so to his horrible footwear. He is on the left..I know he is dorky as well and the shoes are super trendy.

B) anon, I am glad to see Tazer but I am not glad to see him in this puffy face state it is puffier than before and definitely he has not bloated face during his struggles in 2020, 2021. I'd point a finger on Meghan Butler in his life as all Marcus Aubrey's crap quasi medicine is up to Tazer's throat. He also clinges to old memories, having his old buddies over. What a coach said about his moods is quite scary. Maybe also booster by the intake of Aubrey's bs.

He's still handsome and adorable when he's serious, not furious but you see he is not all right and so his look aka so bloated face. Either health problems with kidneys that he does not admit etc or some substance by M Aubrey's use. Obviously it's a circle because he struggles withbkack of his routine and old team mates, changes, Lindsey pregnant again, Kaner is gone, his Blackhawks career ends soon so he clinges more and more to that bad support...tjan breaking the circle and facing the music...and these people are more fragile and getting more and more addicted to certain sect or drugs, pills etc..

C) anon, the Blackhawks injury list is vast, I am sorry for Tomorrow, Reese Johnson, good Tyler Johnson is back but they did not play so bad in last couple of games based on the injuries and newbies. I guess Seth Jones is calmer captain than nervous Tazer who was amazing when he did well off and on ice because he can't deal with losses.

D) anon, Crosby's long term crazy fan Ashley who is followed by Tazer is off the railing and on memory lane to Vancouver which was 13 years ago. Please...with all of that

You need to ask her or betteer, try to ask Sidney Crosby and Marketa whether they have dated, slept together, kissed or had a fling...i do not bother and no way after 10 years like Ashley. Obviously Kathy is in his life despite her denials and calling her a generic bland blonde. I am not a big fan of Kathy as I think she's bland lazy Step ford Wife but she is pretty and a serious partner of Sidney Crosby. Marketa and Kathy are the similar type at least in face department and Crosby has reacted to the Blackhawks and Hossa's photoshoot of 12 apostles of Last Supper as a copycat of flat caps so .....speculate...Ashley has been obsessed with her beside Kathy Leather for ages. We do not know how many children Marketa has and so about her partner's. We know 2, one of 8 years and one soccer player. Se has a baby boy apparently but no one knows. Whether true or not I guess when she will crawl out with any kid on the skates it will be definitely a champion with a huge game IQ and these two Vancouver goal champions once young bucks Crosby and Toews will start their own families. They are 36 and 35 years old this year for the sake of good hockey DNA and dynasties!!!!!

E) it is Nico Hirshier's sister, calm down, anon also a sister of Nurse etc is very good looking. At least NJ Devils are devils on the ice once again after years of tanking.

f) did you see Lafranieree and his cheeky sneaky puck between legs manoeuvre? He is brilliant if he wants to be as he is older now. It is stupid to put just 18 years old kid into NHL season to play permanently but he plays better with Kakko and he's too much sensitive or angry. When he gets his crap out of his head it's an amazing smart game and footwork to watch. Then Russian players and I don't mean Ovechkin empty entree but Kaprizov and his magic. I can't find on my stupid cell phone a video of certain game but I am not able to upload photos from that phone to Tumblr as well...

g)anon, I guess Dallas and San Jose players have huge competition in Skinner and new Swedish defenseman of the Oilers regarding moustache and a stubble, well, a beard department so Hannah Montana's dad with his doppelganger with a mullet in Mullet Arena. What a place to celebrate.

[venomoustripmine]

Hey you know that subspace who's egg you cracked just by existing?

She got turned into a pill baby by an anon somehow

oh, poor other me... anons with their magic and their fascination with turning people into things....I'm lucky i haven't gotten the worst of it yet...

[blackrocks-runaway]

Magic anon

pillbaby for 5 asks

*trippy was simply sipping on some hot cocoa until suddenly... pop! she is now a small pill-baby thing, and she's crying-*

[m1ckeyb3rry]

All hail Mira I’m so psyched to read it and see the wc….trust I will be back here screaming my head off with commentary….fr getting spoiled with your inaccurate wcs (MAKING OTOYAS LOOK SHORT??? BRO)

NO BECAUSE THAT IM SAYING??? Kaneshiro were claiming copyright for our ideas please pay us in a Karasu awakening

LMFAOO that panel visual is literally just hollyhock Otoya??? I think your blog may just be magical like the entire BLLK editorial/pr/creation team just stalking you atp but THE KARASU PANELS >>>>>> ugh he looks so GOOD I forgot to mention I noticed how in the headers of your fics you’ll have a (very aesthetically pleasing) mini collage of the character and now you’ve got more karasu materials for that HAHA

And FR really hope that they’ll explore more duos and pairs in the future! I get that the popular matchups are usually there also for marketing purposes but it would fr be nice to see them interacting with others and maybe not just having like, 1 singular bestie LOL

Omg the Rin Sae parallel I see the vision….ugh someone bring Kunigami back I bet he’d have some really funny/interesting dynamics with other characters!! Another gentleman omg….theres just something in the Akita waters….

LMFAO Nagi just being there to hear the tea and listen to the gossip is so real like he’s not moving a MUSCLE to do anything he’s just enjoying the drama….the few words he says plus both y/n and karasu being oblivious idiots is truly THE most chaotic scenario HAHA karasu being in such disbelief that any one of the wingman could give an exact description of him and he’d be like “you mean she knows another dude who plays soccer from Osaka who’s tall has dark hair and is named after a bird???”

Omg talk about a strong pill LOL but YAY omg glad it was fun it sounds so cool!!! Minus the barfing part LOL (ok sorry but I have to ask was it MIDAIR?? I’m just imagining you pulling out a bag while cruising over the scenery LMAO) and ohhhhhhh side effects that makes sense….i wonder if maybe a different brand would have less side effects? But yeah giving your doc a call sounds like a good idea! Hopefully they have a solution for you!!!

MANIFESTING BABY SO HARD!! I agree like seeing the little interactions between other players and people too he actually seems like such a sweet/pure boy? Like if he actually knew how to show affection or what it was I feel like it’d definitely show in his relationships in a way….idk like the way he bonded with chigiri kinda quickly after the 3v3 in the second selection where they’re like testing what he’s able to trap LOL I’m trying to think of more examples off the top of my head but there were definitely moments that made me say “omg wait??” Seriously makes me wonder where people pull all those red flag headcanons from **their asses** but anyways…

I’m crying imagine it’s wavy but because his parents dgaf they just go with the bowl it regardless so you just see the little waves and then at some point they just abruptly cut off (it’s giving like…..a pre-boiled block of instant noodles LMAO)

This is also kinda unrelated/unprompted but everyday I’m thinking of when the next LN is gonna be announced….im lowk trying to see at what intervals they announced the previous ones (iirc the one with yuki was announced pretty fast which caught me off guard so im hoping the next one comes soon!!!)

-Karasu anon

I LIKE AM ACTUALLY CLOSE TO FINISHING I THINK!! FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY!!! but then i’m going to have to try and squeeze proofreading in around vacation activities so it’ll still be a sec until it’s properly posted…even then though i think the day is approaching 🤩 my hope is to have it done by karasu’s birthday at the very latest 😩

episode nagi manga panels always come through for my little headers!! i’ve started trying to experiment more beyond just having the basic three panel + lines setup…the header for karasu’s version of bfb is the same as otoya’s but with blue lines instead of green!! it’s fun to come up with different little graphics hehe i enjoy it as much as writing tbh

OUR CONVOS HAVE BEEN TAPPED BY THE CIA (bllk manga authors) they are onto us…HOW did they know to draw otoya as an actual ninja??? did they read hollyhock??? 😳😟🤨🫣 the manifestations go crazy around here fr

i agree that it’s def partially a marketing thing but also there’s just sooo many characters that it’s probably hard to play out all possible combos naturally!! i pray for the day that kunigami actually does smth meaningful again and also for the whole wildcard thing to get explained 😔 i feel like it was just an opportunity to create tension but it hasn’t been truly expanded upon so it just feels kinda random almost

HELP karasu is like “6ft tall…speaks with a kansai dialect…gets along well with people…has unusual hair…named after an animal…YO HIORI 🤔😨⁉️” (iirc hiori’s first name means sheep) i think nagi yuki and barou just give up at that point because bro is fr saying anything and missing the obvious answer sooo badly 😭

IT WAS MIDAIR 😭😭😭 we drove to italy today and i took a diff medicine and i got so dizzy it was like the world was straight up cartwheeling 😰 but it’s much flatter and smoother here so it should be good to go from here on out!! and yes i hope the doctors have a solution for it because i’m sure i’m not the first person who’s had a similar problem ☝🏻

i think for me it’s the way he was able to connect w zantetsu so quickly…like he genuinely just listened to him and didn’t judge unlike reo and literally everyone else, which is how team v trio was even able to function in the first place 🥹 plus him w isagi and chigiri in second selection as well as his implied dynamic with karasu during the day off is just so CUTE to me like he’s honestly pretty good with people he’s just also really confused about it at times 😭 idk maybe i’m biased because i like him sm but to me he’ll always just be awkward and standoffish because he doesn’t know any better/different not because he doesn’t care 😪

pov baby nagi had the niko haircut 😭😭💔💔 nooo i’m manifesting a cute little way curly bird’s nest thing going on with like super round cheeks and big eyes 😩🙏🏻 baby nagi w instant ramen hair will haunt my dreams though 😓 sleep paralysis demon fr

I NEED IT TO BE SOON AND I NEED KARASU AND OTOYA TO BE IN IT!! i’ll be sad because i do think a karasu ln will make some of my stories for him not as close to canon as they are rn?? especially bfb…but a) how many people read the ln’s, b) they’re already aus, and c) that just means i can write him even better in the future!! plus given our track record at manifesting things i think i should be pretty safe 🤞🏻

[kick-a-long]

6/10 hate! A Neo nazi pilled witch!? Ok here’s some alt history and fantasy that has some creativity in its hateful nonsense. What a combo! I think this has every dog whistle in the cowardly Reddit gamer Neo nazi who only started hating Jews because he couldn’t make irl friends but … witch! Communing with the earth and stealing Jewish culture rarely requires Jew hate but anon is a switch hitter. Points deduction for not using pagan theory to explain why they hate Jews meaning it’s probably just a normal baby Reddit Neo nazi who’s a liar but …. Oh I want to know what conspiracy theories about Jews the witch community holds! Tantalizing for a connoisseur of Jew hate conspiracy theories like me. Sadly it sounds too much like anon is lying or this would have been a clear 10.

Imagine how much craziness a religion that believes in magic could produce for the art of Jew hate?

Henlo,

Did you know Jewish Witches exist (I know, took me a while to understand Christian or Muslim witches too! 🤯) and acknowledging relationship to a sibling, evil or not, is just embracing facts as real and not labeling character traits to you yourself? Or am I just supposed to be a good Goy and shut up about how my spirituality is directly harmed by Abrahamic colonizers of my ancestral land like y’all complain about how The West did to you? How about the part where Palestinians are also Semitic? Or how about the weird “othering” y’all do to Goyim for literally just being born different? Sounds kinda sus to me. Feels weird, my dude. Being Jewish seems hellah fun in a Kabbalah sense but uh… the rest of seem cliquey and judgey as fuck. Even for you being as “lib” as you are. You okay fam???

Listen here you little troll,

your lack of principles which I assumed was nuance is actually your as Satrean antisemite. You gimmick is whataboutism, gishgallalopping, antisemitic shock jock humour and triggering the libs.

“You’re a lib” - you think I don’t read enough theory and think I should die in the revolution

“Jewish witches exist” and they’re still Jewish dumbass. Their witchcraft is not satanic or pagan or for your to appropriate

“should I be good goy” - I refuse to be an ally when it’s difficult for me

“I was oppressed too” - Yes but you act like I have priveledge over you

“my ancestral land” - Bro I have receipts that you said decolonization is leftism gone too far, stop pretend you care about that

“y’all other and oppres goyim for how we are born” — JEWISH SUPREMACY BELIEVER ALERT! Oooh “Jews see goys as cattle”! No sweetie me not letting you oppress and bully me is not me oppressing you. Me not letting you appopriate Jewish culture is not oppressing you.

“Jews are inherently suspicious” - hmm sounds like don’t like Jews

“Palestinians are semites too” wrong! Semites as a concept was invented by racists to group non-white people. It’s a colonialist eugenicist concept that both groups hate. Same with your precious label of caucausisn

“I’m jealous of your use of kabballah” - I’m jealous that I can’t appropriate it without converting because I don’t want to be the sus religion

“You ok?” - yes You’re projecting your unhingedness on me

you are not a leftist, you are a shockjock funnyman who years for the 00s when you could call a person a slur for the funnies and the 20s when you send your neighbors to the gulag to steal their stuff

tankie punk fuck off,

Cecil

[lendmeyourpower]

MY EXPERIENCE IN THE ROLEPLAYING COMMUNITY

🌵 my worst roleplay memory -anon

-(( Oh god, I can think of two and they happened on the two blogs in the same fandom. And it is why I have a linked post in my rules for Guren. It was just.....annoying and made me not want to be on them.

-One thing that happened, was an oc went after ever canon character that was the same one. SO like they all targeted Gurens. (throwing Guren under the buss for these examples cuz I don't want to say what fandom it was). And they would approach each one. Saying want to rp, and it would seem fine, until they did things that instantly made your muse and theirs bond and be best friends, if not romantically involved. And on top of this it was an oc, so it made it even more confusing, and they didn't get why they were pissing off every rper of that muse.

-The other one I remember so badly, is a different muse, so lets say....they all went after Yu (since he is the other canon character I rp in this fandom. Once again did not happen in this fandom) And within the first few posts came onto him, and said he wanted to have babies with Yu. (yes I said he, so mpreg was involved) I only do that if it makes sense. Like one book I read had magic pills that made it happen. I have a love child between Guren and Shinya, but that did not happen. It just did not happen, I hated that ship, and they did not understand and just kept coming for my butt, to the point I had to block them, but they kept showing up on my dash since they went onto the next Yu. I hated it and never want to see it again.

-Don't ever want to have to deal with that again.))

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

A little too much love

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

Summary: Your boyfriend can't resist you or your wish to wait until marriage, which leads to him having to take drastic actions.

WARNINGS: Toxic relationship; Non-con; Roofies/Drinks ampering.

AN: This one is for the anon the requested it, so sorry but i accidentaly deleted your ask so i have to post it like this. Hope you guys enjoy this.

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“I don’t feel so good, Peter.” you whine, feeling quite light-headed and dizzy. Felt like the whole world is spinning, making you lose balance. Peter is quick to grab your arm, stopping you from falling.

He wraps one of his arms around your waist, tightly securing you in his hold. “It’s okay, Y/N. It’s all okay.” he mutters, pulling you towards his room. It was way easier to slip one of those magic pills on your coffee than he initially assumed. Of course you trusted your boyfriend, Peter never gave you any chance to doubt him. The caring and respectfull boyfriend. Well, until now, that is.

As soon as you reach his room, he gently drops you on the bed, watching as your eyes can barely keep themselves open. He sits next to you, his eyes greedily taking in every feature on your face as his hand caresses your hair.

“Gosh, you’re pretty, you know that? I’m so lucky to have you as my girlfriend.” he slowly whispers, bringing his face closer to you and burying it in your neck, his lip trailing kisses on your warm skin. So soft.

You’re so gorgeous and yet so stubborn sometimes. Did you really expect Peter to wait till marriage to finally have you? He did consider keeping his promise, at first, but you’re so tempting. Too tempting for him to resist. His kisses start aiming lower, causing your eyes to flutter open.

“Peter? What are you doing?” you groggily ask, but Peter only shushes you. “Shh, it’s okay. I’ll make you feel so good, baby.” he replies, his lips never leaving your skin as he positions himself above you, carefully straddling your body.

His answer seems to awaken something in you, even though you barely have the strength to fully open your eyes. Your hands try reaching to stop Peter, just as his own hand begins to wander around your body.

“No…Peter, please.” you start begging, only to have his lips crashing against your own, effectively shutting you up. He easily overpowers you, ignoring all of your weak whimpers as he starts removing all your clothes, quickly followed by his.

It happens so fast and your mind is so fuzzy, coming in and out of consciousness that you only realize that his naked body is pressed against yours when you feel a hardness against your opening. Peter sprinkles kisses all over your face, spreading the salty tears that don’t stop falling.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m gonna make you feel so good.” he declares, his eyes focusing on your own as a wave of darkness starts taking over you. You start losing your senses as he starts pushing inside you, the pain being only a small reminder as you pass out, but not before you hear a last sentence. 

“I love you so much.” 

[reaperoftheseas]

blub blub blb!!!

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"Ya sure are interestin' to stick near, heh."

(M!A asks left: 2)

[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 33

anon - how about baby scarab sees another hallucination of harrow and ammit while talking with the boys

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anon - Hi and hello!

I don't really know how to do an ask BUT here we are. also, English isn't my first language so i hope my ask would make sense to you by any means.. AANNDD to the important thing!

First, you did an incredible job writing baby scarab series. Thank you so much for your hard work!

About the ask: if you're comfortable, here it is!

( y/n have a nightmare about being stuck in an Asylum -same Asylum that the boy's was running from- with a reputation for being a troublemaker. things get a bit too much as Her father being also one of the patients, and the boy's being in charge. The real nightmare starts when she try to communicate to any one of the three hard-working boys, and her father.)

Do your magic ✨️

The artwork that made me type all this crap "the art is not mine, Credits to the owner" : https://pin.it/7FPKFfh

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anon - Idk silly idea I love

So imagine reader has a shit day right and the boys are doing moon knight stuff and they get a text from their phone like come to the roof nerd and it’s big bro Spider-Man!!

Just imagine him playing some fun music and dancing with the reader on the roof

Me and my friend did this once, we both were in rlly bad states of depression and we ended up blasting music and he and I danced to stupid songs in the rain

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A/N : so theres a lot to unload

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : busy busy chapter. never be afraid to leave a request, i love reading them :))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

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pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, confusion, needles, night terrors, peter being peter, casper being casper, drugs, violence. let me know if i missed anything

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it’s been a week since you’ve been back in your own body, and you’ve hit the living shit out of khonshu- but it’s been a calm week.

you’d explained to casper that you weren’t in the right state of mind and he understood, things going back to normal after that.

well, as normal as it gets around here.

here being trying to french braid jakes hair while he complains about you pulling too hard.

“cariño mio- must you tug so hard?” jake asks you and you hum. 

“yes. i must” you answer, almost finishing the braid that goes right down the center of his head, the sides still being down since that hair isn’t long enough.

“are you almost done?” he complains and you scoff.

“yes. and it wouldn’t take so long if you didn’t have crusty old man hair” you respond, taking a hair tie off your wrist to secure the braid.

“now you’re done, you baby” you jump over the edge of the couch to sit next to jake, who looked to you.

“does it look good?”

“mhmm” you assure him and he nods.

“now do khonshus” he suggests and you chuckle.

“he doesn’t have hair”

“get him a wig”

“i spend too much money on marshmallows so no, i’m not buying him any more shit”

jake laughs at your response, and sighs after. “you spoil him too much, princesa” he tells you and you nod.

“i can’t help it” you shrug. 

“isn’t it your bedtime?” marc asks sarcastically and you glare at him.

“no” you deny it, and shakes your head, unable to keep back a yawn as if on cue.

“no?” marc says rhetorically.

“okay- fine” you get up off the couch with your hands up, heading to the bathroom to change and take your medicine.

once you do so, you come out and find that steven was now fronting, and sitting on the bed.

you were at his place after all, you practically live there more than half the time now.

“come on, i’ll stay until you fall asleep, but we’ll probably gone still when you wake up” he says sadly and you form a pout on your face.

“don’t give me that look, it just makes this harder” steven informs you as you sit down on his bed.

“when do you think you’ll be back?” you question, and steven hums.

“marc said a little before lunch- and we’ll pick you up something to make up for it” he answers quickly and you chuckle.

“you better” you tell him playfully and he ruffles your hair before pushing you down.

“okay, sleep now so we can get going” you hear marc’s voice.

you groan and turn your body so that you’re head is on the pillow, steven pulling up one of the small blankets to cover you.

“i promise we’ll be back before you know it” steven tells you, kissing the side of your head before standing up and backing away.

“please be safe guys” you say in a louder voice, to make sure all three of them heard you.

and they did, all of them giving you verbal agreement that they’d be safe.

“now close your eyes, it’s almost midnight” marc tells you, and you scoff, burying your face in the pillow.

“bye guys, love you”

the three of them all responded with, “love you too, kid”, “yo tambien te amo, buenas noches”, and “night, love” before leaving, while you let out a breath and try to go to sleep.

you knew they’d be okay, they were capable of beating the worst villains out there- plus with layla who is a total badass.

speaking of layla, you put a mental reminder in your head to call her tomorrow.

and after that, you fell right asleep. peacefully.

or so you thought.

~~~

your brain feels like it’s buzzing- the noise being unbearable.

you can’t feel anything, and your eyes refuse to open.

“..miss y/n?” you hear a familiar voice, but it’s muffled since your ears also feel like someone shoved a ton of cotton balls in them.

you finally regain feeling in everything, and slowly blink open your eyes, instantly noticing the bright lights and white colored walls surrounding you.

you panic as your breathing quickens, looking around the unfamiliar room.

“miss y/n?” you hear the voice again, all too clear.

you flinch at the sudden sound and look back forwards, clutching onto the arms of the chair you were in.

“steven?!” you exclaim, launching yourself out of your chair just to fall forwards onto the desk, steven putting down the clipboard he was holding and coming around to help you back into the chair.

he puts an arm around your back and one of his hands holding yours, leading you to sit back down.

“careful, the sedative we gave you is quite strong” he advises, leaning on the desk in front of you, hands clasped in front of him while you blink rapidly.

“sedative..?” you trail off, noticing the strange outfit steven was wearing- khakis and a white collared shirt under a brown sweater vest.

along with his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

“yes, you had another outburst” he starts, your breathing quickening again.

“you almost managed to leave this time, but don’t worry, you’re safe now” you get the feeling he was trying to be comforting, but instead it sent a chill down your spine.

“where are we? what the hell is going on?” you ask shakily, feeling tears well up in your eyes.

“that’s a silly question.” steven chuckles. “you’re home” he shrugs with a crooked smile.

you shake your head slowly, gripping the armrests again and gritting your teeth.

“this isn’t home- i don’t know where i am!“ you exclaim, steven tensing in the slightest. 

“i want to go back to your flat! the one in london! we- you- i- i live in an apartment in london. that’s my home” you say sternly.

steven hums and adjusts his glasses before speaking again. “no, y/n. this is your home and it has been for a while” he starts.

“you’re in the putnam medical facility here in chicago illinois” he explains and you shake your head.

“when i fell asleep i was in your flat. in london” you grit out, glaring at steven who looks at you with pity filled eyes.

“when you fell asleep, it was after you disarmed two of the nurses here” he starts again, you scoffing. “we had to sedate you again, and for that i apologize” he puts a hand to his heart, talking slowly.

“no” you mutter. “this isn’t real- steven whatever joke you’re playing- it isn’t funny. please stop” you shake your head, squeezing your eyes closed as you try to take steady breaths.

you hear steven let out a breath. “i can assure you that this is real, i’m your doctor, y/n” you look up from your seat.

“and you are my patient, it’s my job to take care of you” he says slowly which has you shaking your head again.

“no no no” you chant over and over again, building up all the strength in your body to try and get out of the chair.

steven straightens himself, ready to help you in case you fall over again.

“you’re.. you’re lying. this is a sick joke” you try to convince yourself.

“y/n.. please sit back down, we can talk-“

“i don’t want to talk!” you snap, pointing a finger in stevens face. “i want to go home- to MY home in LONDON” you exclaim.

“you hear me?! LONDON!” you yell in his face, making him put a hand to your shoulder just to have you push it away.

“please calm down, remember the breathing exercises we practiced last week?” he asks, and you scoff.

“no. and you know why? because i was at home last week- with you.. and marc… and jake.. i..” you trial off.

“wait- marc and jake, where a they?” you look around at the windows reflections, noticing that they are the same as the actual person in front of you.

it reminds you of when you first met jake.

“they are on sabbatical at the moment, but don’t worry you’ll see them again” steven waves you off, moving closer to you as you take stuttered steps back.

“where..”

“oh! they’re in the headspace, they don’t like interacting outside the body” he nods to himself.

this was the exact opposite of what they liked.

marc and jake- and even steven didn’t mind talking when they weren’t in the body.

your mind was swarming in confusion- this all felt so real yet you keep trying to convince yourself it’s a dream.

“yes they do” you start, making steven give you a confused face. “they talk to me all the time”

steven just chuckles, and your face pales as he brings an orange bottle out of his pocket.

“i think it’s time to take your medication” he reaches a hand out towards you, the other still holding the pill bottle.

“no” you back away a little faster, steven slowly taking steps towards you.

“that wasn’t a question” he says in a sickly sweet tone, making a tear roll down your cheek.

this wasn’t your steven.

this wasn’t your steven at all.

you eventually run into the locked door, turning around quickly to bang on it as hard as you can while trying to open it.

“LET ME OUT! SOMEBODY PLEASE-“ you choke on your own words, feeling more tears form.

“you’ll feel better after you take your medicine, y/n” steven says, reaching you and slowly reaching out to grab your hand, you trying to sink away from him even though you’re backed up against the door.

“no- please” you feel your hands shake, one of them being grasped by stevens.

“you have to, it makes you feel better” he tries to reason with you. “i’ve noticed when you don’t take it, you can be quite the trouble maker” he tries to joke with you, slowly pulling your sluggish body away from the door by your hand.

you look back towards the door, wishing you could’ve figured out a way to open it, and by the time you look away from it you’re already back in the chair.

you keep a heavy glare trained on steven as he dumps two pills into his hand, and putting them into yours while handing you a glass of water.

“go on, take the-“ stevens cut off by you shooting up in the chair, throwing the pills to the ground and smashing the glass cup to the ground as well, water flying everywhere.

steven flinched, backing away and pressing a button under the desk.

“i’m not taking any damn pills- let me leave” you say darkly, steven giving you a look of guilt.

“you’ve never acted like this before- sure you’ve had outbursts but-“

“but what? this is all a dream” you shake your head, steven tilting his head at you.

“when i wake up i’ll be back home” you laugh to yourself uneasily, making steven try his best not to back away.

“so you know what? fuck you- and fuck all of this” you end it darkly, two figures barging into the room, one with a needle.

your face drops at the sight, and flashes of the man that took your blood plague your mind for a moment- making you back away slowly.

“wait you didn’t say anything about a needle-“ you turn to steven angrily.

“what did you think we meant by sedative?” he asks calmly and you panic when the two people come closer.

you suddenly feel the adrenaline fade- making you tired and not able to make a run for the open door.

“no- wait wait wait- please not the needle!” you plead with the two nurses, both of them looking to each other for a moment before coming closer, easily holding you still as you feel a prick in the back of your neck.

“wait- steven..” you trail off, feeling your eyelids become heavy again, steven waving to you as you fall to the floor unconscious.

~~~

you woke up panting, a cold sweat running down you neck while you rub your eyes.

you take a few calming breaths before you look down and see that you’re in a bed you don’t recognize.

you shoot up in the bed, throwing the white covers off of you to shove yourself in a corner of the all white room.

staring at the door, you feel your throat tighten and your eyes water, just letting tears freely flow down your cheeks.

what was going on..?

you wanted to wake up from this nightmare. 

but it felt like this nightmare was a reality.

you had no idea at this point, you just felt like those doctors probably pumped you full of drugs.

you slowly blink and you quietly sob into one of your hands, the other picking at the white long sleeve shirt you had on.

you had your knees to your chest, the white of everything becoming too overwhelming.

you wanted to just snap out of whatever this was and find yourself back in steven, marc, and jakes bed.

the dark academia vibes consuming you- the smell of the books and the hum of the lights in gus’ tank.

you missed it.

you missed home.

you’re broken from your thought when the door unlocks and clicks open, and you immediately notice marc’s posture by the way he walked in and calmly sat on the messed up bed after locking the door behind him.

he let you stare at him before he spoke, letting your tears calm and your breathing to become not so rapid.

“how are you feeling?” he asks, him wearing something different to steven- that being just dark pants and a dark blue button up.

you don’t answer him, you just keep staring.

marc sighs and you flinch, making him tilt his head at you. “i’m not here to hurt you. nobody is” he says in a calm voice.

“then how come i feel like i was just hit with a bus?” you ask sarcastically in a raspy voice.

marc hums and runs a hand through his hair. “it was for your own good” he informs you and you scoff.

“my own good..?” you echo back and he nods.

“maybe seeing your father would put you back in the right mindset?” he suggest and you look at him wide eyed.

“he’s dead.. and even if he was alive i wouldn’t want to see him” you try to tell marc but he just chuckles.

“this just be the drugs talking, you love seeing him” he gets up from his spot and offers a hand to you.

when you don’t take it, marc just takes it upon him to lift you up and basically carry you outside the room.

you just let him, you could barely move.

when you first woke up it was another adrenaline rush, and just moving to the corner of the room had tired you out.

marc set you down in a wheelchair, and you limply sit in it as he pushes you through a set of doors to a huge open room- one man sitting calmly on a couch sipping tea.

you recognized him instantly.

it was arthur harrow.

you squirm in your seat as much as you can, pushing yourself into it as marc pushes you closer to your ‘father’.

“is she alright?” harrow asks marc, and he smiles in return while nodding, stopping pushing you when you’re right in front of harrow.

“i’ll give you two some time” marc says quietly, leaving the room while you stare ahead in fear.

“y/n?” harrow says quietly, making you dart your eyes to him specifically.

“why am i here..?” you murmur to yourself.

“you don’t remember?” harrow asks you genuinely and you make a face.

“remember what?” you ask in return, wanting to know what his answer would be.

“your friend.. what was his name..” he starts. “ah! casper! that’s it, he and his mom dropped you off here to get you help” he says and you scoff.

“..why would he do that?” you ask hesitantly.

harrow looks down then back up at you. “because of your schizophrenia, dear” he informs you and you shake your head.

“don’t call me that. you’re not my father” you shake your head and feel your eye twitch.

“he wouldn’t do that- he said i wasn’t crazy” you start ranting. “he said- he said he didn’t think i was crazy- why would he bring me here?” your breathing quickens again and harrow puts and hand up to try and calm you down.

“i need to get out of here” you whisper to yourself, harrows eyes widening at that.

“but this is your home-“

“THIS IS NOT MY HOME!” you yell at him, forcing yourself out of the wheelchair to make your way to the window leading to outside, harrow leaving the room.

you make it to the window and start punching it as hard as you can, the glass cracking under the pressure while your knuckles get cut up and bleed.

you didn’t care about the stinging pain though, all you cared about was getting out of there.

one last punch and the glass shatters, and you cover your face with your arms until it stops falling.

you smile to yourself for a split second before climbing out, again not caring about any new injuries you could’ve gotten.

you limp behind some bushes outside when you hear people rush into the room you were just in.

so you put a hand to your mouth to keep your breathing quiet as they all look out the window for you.

you close your eyes and pray that they can’t see you behind the bushes, and when you hear them go back inside you let out a quiet breath of relief, sinking to the ground in exhaustion.

the relief doesn’t last long when you open your eyes again though.

you came face to face with none other than jake lockley.

standing in front of you, looking down at you with a stern look on his face.

he had an outfit change as well, now in a full black tux with a leather jacket over it.

and don’t forget the matching hat.

“are you lost, querida?” he asks and you back yourself up into the bushes, getting dust and dirt all over your white clothes.

jake clicks his tongue and crouches down in front of you, making sure to keep a tight grip on your ankle to keep you from moving further away.

he tilts his head at you and scoffs. “i thought you were smarter than this” he murmurs, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

you didn’t have the energy to try and fight him, you only had the energy to lightly hit his back with shaky hands as you cried for him to let you go.

and another pinch in the back of the neck later, you were out again.

~~~

this time you woke up restrained.

in a new room, new clothes, and the restraints being a straight jacket wrapped tightly around you.

you looked around you properly and saw that you were in a padded room, with only a small section of what you assumed was a see through mirror.

they were probably looking at you from the other side, thinking you were too dumb to realize.

you tried to get your arms free, which was useless because you could barely move them an inch, not even able to stand up either.

you throw your head back against the soft wall, until you hear the door click.

inside came marc- back in the clothes he had on earlier- and layla, in a doctors outfit. a stethoscope around her neck and several pens in her white coats pocket.

marc locks the door again, both of them moving to stand in front of you, while you look up at them with fear and confusion. 

“you’ve never acted like this before. has something happened?” layla asks in a slightly higher pitched voice than you remember.

“…i..is this real..?” you hesitated in asking, fearing the answer.

“why of course it is” layla tells you and you nod to yourself, looking down and taking deep breaths.

you shove your face into your knees, them being brought up to your chest.

“i knew i’d end up in here” you mutter to yourself.

“i forget to take my medication once and now.. now i’m officially crazy” you say to yourself, blocking out everything around you.

you then start to hear music, the song blitzkrieg bop, but very muffled.

you head shoots up, seeing layla and marc no where, and you stare forward, wondering what could be going on.

“what now..?” you whisper to yourself, closing your eyes and trying to block out the noise.

the music gets louder and louder while it throbs in your head, making you grit your teeth and let out a pained groan.

it continues until you feel like your head is about to split open- and that’s when the miracle happens.

~~~

you shoot up again- blitzkrieg bop playing faintly from your phone, which was on stevens nightstand beside you.

wait.

stevens nightstand.

your phone.

you look around on surprise, finally seeing the flat as tears rush to your eyes again.

this time, the tears being real.

“oh my god..” you murmur to yourself, grabbing the pillow you were laying on and shoving your face into it, breathing in the familiar scent of your boys.

you missed them way more than usual now, wanting to make sure this wasn’t another part of that all too realistic nightmare.

the song- which you now registered as the ringtone you had set for peter- stopped then played again, signaling that he was calling you for a second time.

that you know of.

you pick up your phone, seeing that it was 3 in the morning, only being almost 4 hours since your boys left.

seeing peters name pop up again made you worry.

was he in trouble? did he need your help?

you answer the call and put the phone to your ear to hear a relieved sigh.

“i’m so so sorry did i wake you up? i shouldn’t have kept calling” you listen to peter apologize with a smile on your face as you stare around the apartment, overly joyed to be home.

“peter”

“..yeah?”

“you didn’t wake me up, you’re fine” you say quietly, scared your voice might break.

“oh uhh.. are you sure?”

“mhmm” you start, still scanning around the room while speaking. “why are you calling me?”

“i’m on the roof”

“what?”

“my spidey senses were going crazy- and they stopped when i got on the roof so i thought it would have something to do with you” he explains and you furrow your brows.

his senses were going off because they somehow knew you needed to be woken up from that.. very realistic nightmare?

hm.

thank god for peter parker.

“..i can sense your sadness” peter starts. “come up here” he hangs up.

you scoff and take one last good look around the apartment, seeing gus happily float around in his tank before leaving out the window.

once you get to the roof, peter was playing some calming music off his phone and waiting for you, leaning on one of the vents.

“are you alright?” he asks you and you nod, him obviously noticing your shaken up form.

“..it was a nightmare” he states and you freeze. “wasn’t it?”

another slow nod, and you look down until peter comes over and takes your hands in his.

“don’t let it freak you out too much, it’s not real” he tells you softly and you nod again, already tearing up.

“oh, y/n” he says and pulls you into a light hug, letting you silently cry into his shoulder while lightly swaying to the calm music.

your tears stopped and you still found yourself swaying back and forth with peter, him having both his arms around your back.

“better?” he asks and you nod into his shoulder.

“good” he starts. “just.. if you ever need to talk.. just remember that your big bro spider-man is always here to help” he says and you snort.

“hey- don’t laugh at me” peter ends up chuckling as well, and you break the swaying hug to try and attempt to spin him, which resulted in him almost falling over while both of you share a laugh.

you two are terrible dancers. but that didn’t stop you from dancing for about a half hour until you got tired again.

“would you want to meet here again tomorrow? for spidey stuff?” peter asks while helping you back into the apartments window.

“of course, who would pass up training with their big bro, spider-man?” you ask sarcastically and you see peters cheeks flush.

you chuckle and pat his shoulder. “yeah, i’ll be there” you say and he smiles at you.

“see you then” he nods, jumping back onto the roof to get his stuff.

you closed and locked the window, and once you look around you get scared to go back to sleep.

even though you knew it was a dream, it felt so real. it really felt like everyone just abandoned you.

you really thought you were crazy.

you were tired though, so you couldn’t help it when you hugged the pillow to your chest when you eventually lay down, falling asleep again.

this time, peaceful and dreamless.

~~~

when you woke again it was calm.

and you were beyond relieved that you found yourself in the flat where you fell asleep.

no more white walls, and no more creepy vibes coming from here.

just silence, and you loved it.

you look down at yourself after throwing the blanket off you, seeing that you’re indeed still in your darker clothes you went to sleep in.

you were debating on telling the guys about your vividly realistic nightmare, pros and cons coming with it.

they could think you’re making it up, and that you’re actually crazy and throw you in the loony bin.

or they’d comfort you and try to make your day better.

you knew they wouldn’t think you’re crazy but the thought always passes through your mind.

one thing did cross your mind though. was harrow trying to communicate with you through your dreams?

you wouldn’t put it past him, and he did talk to you out of a sacrificial corpse.

someone must have found a way to let him contact you without actually coming into contact with you.

he still had plenty of followers around the globe, maybe they were helping his spirit get to you.

well, whatever he wanted to say he didn’t say it. he wanted you to stay trapped in the nightmare to make you believe that it was reality.

he wanted to get on your hood side so that when you woke up you’d carry on his legacy.

bring real justice unlike whatever khonshu was doing.

you shook your head and took in a breath, picking up your phone to check the time.

it was only 7 in the morning, so you still had a while before your boys got back.

you sigh and as if on cue, casper’s name lights up on your phone, signaling that he was calling you.

you furrow your brows and answer it on speaker, curious as to why he was calling you so early in the morning.

“y/n!” he yells into the phone making you snort.

“yes?”

“you’ll never guess what i just found outside my house!” he exclaims again and you get curious.

“what is it?” you start. “and calm down” you add on and casper hums in acknowledgment.

“i found kittens!” he whisper shouts into the phone, making you gasp.

“ohmigosh how many?” you ask, sitting up against the headboard, phone resting in your lap.

“only two. but my dad doesn’t want them in the and i don’t know what to do” he ends sadly and you sigh.

“i’ve been sitting outside and feeding them for a while.. and everyone that walks past doesn’t want one” he explains.

“i’ll take them” you blurt out, making casper gasp.

“really? you’re a life saver! when do you think you can get them?” he asks and you swipe down your screen to see it’s been about a half hour since you got up, the exact time being 7:32.

“i can come right now” you respond. “but i’ll have to be quick”

“okay. thanks again, y/n” casper ends before you hang up and swing your legs over the bed.

you grab your jacket from where it was on the floor and put it on, slipping your phone in the pocket and putting your shoes on.

you unlock the door when you get to it and leave almost right away, speed walking down the hall after locking the door again behind you.

you basically ran out of the building.

you were excited to take kittens home, plus you had to be there when everyone got back.

plus you had to hide the kittens.

you’d figure it out as you go.

you got to casper’s house really quickly, he was waiting for you outside on the steps, the kittens just sitting there.

one of them was completely black, with pretty blue eyes. the other was a calico, with bright green eyes.

“holy shit” you breath out, casper chuckling at your expression as you crouch down next to him and put your hand out to let’s the cats approach you.

“yeah, i had the same reaction” casper tells you, and you can tell he’s all of a sudden very nervous.

he kept picking at his fingers while avoiding eye contact.

“is everything alright?” you ask, scratching behind the calicos ears and the black one rubs against your legs.

“yeah, yeah, it’s just-“

“you can talk to me” you say, lightly elbowing him in the knee and moving to sit on the steps next to him.

“can i be honest with you?” he asks hesitantly and you nod.

“every time i see you.. i just.. all i can think about is when we kissed and it makes me nervous because we never talked about it and-“

“casper”

“i’m so sorry- listen, i can-“

“casper”

“no just listen to me!” he exclaims and you nod, putting your hands up in surrender.

“let me take you out” he blurts and you keep nodding, hiding a small smile behind your hand.

“yeah- okay” you answer, one of the kittens hopping up into your lap.

“cool” he coughs awkwardly, helping you stand, you now holding the kitten that hopped in your lap.

“i’ll uh.. i’ll text you” he finishes, bending down to hand you the other kitten.

you’re now holding the two small animals to your chest, them hiding their faces into your shirt.

“i’ll see you then” you say awkwardly, slowly backing up to get back home.

casper hums and waves to you shortly before heading back inside his house.

it was a very quick and awkward interaction, but you couldn’t think about that now, you had to get home.

~~~

they could be home any minute now.

it was almost noon, like they said and the damn cats wouldn’t stay put in the bathtub where you had wanted to hide them.

just until you could leave them alone at your place.

even though casper had fed them, you gave them little bowls of water and som salami.

cats can have salami right?

either way they loved it.

you figured out that they were both females, still not knowing what to name them.

you just called them ‘black cat’ and ‘the other one’

it’s a temporary arrangement, since you didn’t want them to be nameless forever.

you heard the door click open and you curse to yourself and you place the cats back in the bathtub, leaving the bathroom and slamming the door shut, making marc give you a weird look as the suit disappears from his body.

“what-“

“oh hey you’re back” you interrupt him and he raises an eyebrow.

“what’s in there?” he asks like he already knows what’s going on.

“nothing” you say too quickly and something hits the door, making it rattle from the other side.

you make a face, and marc walks towards you slowly. “tell me- did you bring home another animal?”

you shake your head. “she’s telling the truth” steven observed that you didn’t do your ‘tell’, since he would know if you were lying.

“..i brought home two” you mumble, marc sighing.

“open the door”

you make another face and open it, the two kittens rushing out to rub on marc’s legs.

“where did you even-“

“casper called me. his dad hates cats and there’s nobody to take care of them” you tell him, fiddling with your sleeve.

marc sighs and you can sense a switch, jake now slowly crouching down to pet the cats.

you stand there confused and crouch down as well, watching as the cats push each other to get more pets.

“can we keep them?” you ask and jake chuckles, looking to you.

“marc is shaking his head in the doorknob” he points it out and you groan.

“so that means yes” he says and you perk up.

“really?!” you exclaim and jake nods.

“you name one then” you suggest and jake tilts his head at the kittens, and ends up gently picking up the black one.

“this gato is…” he trails off, him and the cat having a staring contest. “luna”

the cat meows happily and jake smiles at it.

marc was watching the whole thing with wide eyes. he’d never since he met jake see him so soft for someone that isn’t you. who knew it would be for a cat?

“and the other?” steven starts. “what’s her name?”

“uhmmm..” you trail off.

“i have no idea”

you look behind jake, seeing movement and see harrow again, but this time only a flash, until what looked like an alligator appeared before leaving again.

you mistakenly let out a gasp, making jake look to you curiously. "are you okay, princesa?" he asks and you nod slowly, both of you standing up to guide the kittens to the kitchen.

~~~

after the calico glaring at you and everyone for suggesting ‘dumb’ names, you thought back to the nightmare while the kittens slept on the couch next to each other, you and steven on the floor.

“..steven?” you call out quietly and he hums looking to you.

“i uh.. had this weird dream last night” you start, steven looking at you with worry.

“be honest but do you think i’m.. crazy? as in padded room and straight jacket type of crazy?” you clarify and all three guys look at you wide eyed.

“oh heavens no!” steven exclaims.

“okay- and would you ever keep me somewhere against my will?“

“no” they all say in unison and nod.

“just had to make sure” you mumble, steven carefully reaching a hand out and wrapping it around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.

“darling, you aren’t crazy” steven starts. “if you were, then we’d be insane” he jokes and you chuckle.

“three of us sharing a body” he begins again. “now that’s crazy” he chuckles with you.

“we love you but we would never keep you anywhere against your will either” marc says and you smile.

“thank you guys”

“it’s no problem, kid. we just want to make sure you’re comfortable” marc tells you and you smile again.

“i’m lucky to have you guys”

“damn right” jake mumbles and you make a face at his reflection in the coffee table in front of you.

you didn’t utter another word until you fell asleep again on steven, since it was late.

earlier you and the guys spent a lot of time getting the house ready for the kittens, and didn’t realize how late it was until you all sat down.

it was late already again, and your boys made sure they stayed up to chase away any other nightmares that dared to plague your mind.

they eventually did retire from that, opting to just let you sleep on them while they dozed off.

not a single dream entered your mind that night.

and jake was right, you are damn lucky.

lucky to have them.

oh and don’t forget the cats.

yep.

then too.

but mostly your boys, marc, steven, and jake.

no cat could compare to your grumpy dads, nothing could.

it was just your dads and you.

~~~

A/N : FIRST ID LIKE YOU ALL TO LEAVE SUGGESTIONS FOR THE CALICOS NAME!!! once i get some names, ill pick which ones i think would suit the cat, and then have another poll. LINK!!

sorry its a bit rushed in some places but here!! its very confusing so sorry about that too

this was actually a fun concept to work with, so i thank you guys for your very out of the box requests!! feel free to send in more, i love reading them <3

see you in a couple days!! <3 :)

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[happyselves]

hi! what about daniel and you finding out you’re pregnant with a desired baby? i love your writings :)

Hiiii anon bean !!! 🧡

You've been together with Daniel for years and life was amazing, to be in love, the flame never dying was even more that you could have hope for

You were two, one + one = one, that is how the two of you were working thinking alike and completing each others.

You were following him during race weekend as soon as you could, never letting more than 3 weeks before seeing each others and spending time with each others

You were living together in Monaco and Australia dueing the off season, spending time in Los Angeles as well time to time

You had project, you had already put your own input in his life, first in his multiples home then on other aspect.

Seeing how well others drivers could balance the perfect life of racing and off the track gaves Daniel some new persespectives now that he had find the right person.

You start talking, mariage, futur ... family

You wanted childrens, both of you and why wait any longer, you were both in the age to start a family and you both finally find yourselves on the same pages to decide it was the perfect timing.

You had try without even trying, letting the time to his works and nature to put a little bit more magic in your lifes.

Stopping the pills was the first step, you didn't needed to put more sex in your life as you were perfectly fulfilled on that matter with your boyfriend.

You were feeling any pressure, taking the time, you had of course check with multiples doctors if everything was okay.

You weren't waiting for a little miracle but when multiples months had pass and still nothing you try your best not to worry, maybe it wasn't the right time.

So you decide to not care to much, not putting pressure and not worrying about period tracker and ovulation, letting yourself enjoy the moment together with your man.

You never gave up, the little seed still in the back of your mind, the flame of hope still firing up inside of you.

And you were right,

One week you start feeling sick, it was the end of the season for Daniel and you were with him and the team in the garage, but for once you couldn't bare the engine smell, the oil scent and the smoke was making you dizzy.

You thought at first it would pass, just something that you must have eat.

But that qualify night where you and Daniel where speaking he suggest that it wouldn't hurt to take a pregnancy test.

The next day, tou thought you would forget the idea until you finally take it.

That day you thought you would never make it on time on the grid before the race, running with a hand on your stomach.

Before Daniel put his earplug and up in the car you whispered something in his ears.

That day somehow Daniel win the race to the general surprise. It was coming from nowhere or was it ?

As the joirnalist after the race congratulate him before the podium, he ask one question.

" What was your fuel today to win this race Daniel ?"

And Daniel just respond

"My girllfriend just announce in the ear before the start of the race that a little Ricciardo was growing inside of her and that he or she would be very excited to see her/his dada win"

You were crying when as he says this he was looking at you with so much love and adoration

The little miracle finally arrived with the perfect timing.

[peakyscillian]

| Magic | Cillian Murphy x Fem!Reader | One Shot |

Summary: You're suffering from the most vile period you've had in months & it's right when Cillian returns from six months away, but soft!cillian is here to comfort you. Warning: Fluffy soft Cillian which should always be a warning. Mentions of blood. Language. Request: By anon. - I would love something soft with Cillian? Looking after you on while you are suffering on your period. We all need this in our life. A/N: please keep in mind that I am writing about periods from my own experience so it might not suit everyones experiences. No disrespect to Cillian's family this is purely fiction.

•Magic•

Cillian knew exactly when you were on your period, the little nose scrunches, deep sighs and the way you'd be grumbling about anything and everything

The first time you'd stayed over while on your period, he'd woke every time you did, you would check the sheets for any stains, how you'd be kicking the covers off your body to get some relief from the waves of heat.

He'd pull you into his side, his soft hands running slowly across your lower abdomen, asking if you needed anything, you'd sit up after a few minutes tying your hair off your neck because it was irritating you, pulling the too tight pyjama shorts off, so your stomach could be bloated without restriction.

Cillian would make sure you always had a stock of heat pads, tampons and bubble bath just incase you came round after a long day at work and just needed his care.

You'd protested the first time you went to the grocery store, he'd told you to stock up on the tampons and other things you needed, you'd told him it was fine, but he'd insisted, hell he'd even got a bin in the bathroom with the scented bin liners so you had somewhere to throw everything away.

He'd always have a freshly washed sweatshirt of his waiting for you when it was that time of the month, and if he was ever away he'd stock the fridge with wine and chocolate for those days you were in need.

When you woke up one morning and noticed the blood on his sheets, you'd jumped from the bed, tears pressing at your eyes as you rushed to the bathroom.

Cillian had simply got up, stripped the bed and put a wash on, leaving you to sort yourself out in the bathroom, remaking the bed, before he gently knocked on the door.

You'd allowed him to come in, feeling embarrassed by the mess you'd made, he was holding out a glass of water and two pain relief pills.

"Sorry" you mumbled not making eye contact with him, he'd knelt down in front of you lifted your chin with his index finger.

"Why are you sorry?" He had asked brushing his thumb over your tear stained cheek.

"I bled on your sheets that's disgusting" you frowned biting at your lip, he laughed lightly.

"It's a natural thing, y/n" he pulled you up as he stood, bundling you into his arms "I've sorted the sheets anyway, remade the bed" he dropped a kiss to the top of your head.

You'd smiled at him, cupping his face in your hands "Jesus Christ how did I get this lucky" you'd sighed hormones soaring into another wave of tears, he'd chuckled lightly pulling into his chest.

This month however he was desperately trying to stay out of your way, because whatever he done would make you huff in annoyance and he was always one huff away from laughing at how tragic but adorable you looked.

It was nice to have him back, have his presence in the house again after six months of it just being you, but it was just your luck that your worse period would happen the moment he landed back in Dublin after those six months.

Right at that moment in time his presence was enough to drive you mad, the way he was humming to the radio in the kitchen, clattering pans, your blood was boiling.

Then his head appeared around the door "going to the store do you need anything?"

Your eyes flicked up from your laptop, a frown buried deep on your forehead, he could feel the daggers "wine, chocolate and tampons please, if that's ok?" you asked "oh and a boyfriend who can be quiet" you snapped.

Cillian rolled his eyes, those stupidly beautiful eyes, leaning against the door frame a slight pout on his lips "I can go back to Manchester" he suggested.

You huffed out another breath "don't be stupid"

He was holding back a laugh, crossing the room to plant a kiss on your forehead "I'll be back soon, love you"

"Love you" you grumbled because no way would you let him leave the house without knowing that you did.

Cillian arrived back twenty minutes later "Cill, Cillian" you called from where he'd left you in the lounge.

You were curled on the sofa laptop away, tears streaming down your face "what is it what's wrong?" He was worried now, dropping the bags on the floor.

You sniffed falling into his arms "I watched a video on Instagram about-about..." you hiccuped hand curled into his T-shirt "about what love?" His eyes were darting around your face.

"About penguins trying to climb a icy mounting with its baby-oh god" you were a mess "it had to...to abandon its baby to survive and the baby was crying out for its mummy, trying to follow her"

You hiccuped "I don't think it survived" you almost wailed, burying your face into his chest.

Cillian had his chin resting on top of your head, biting at his lip to hold back the amusement "oh love" he cooed "I bought you chocolate" he added trying to cheer you up.

You pulled away from his chest "what kind?" You pouted.

He laughed this time, pecking a kiss to the tip of your nose "two kinds because you're in need"

All it took was those magic words and you were crying again, he was always so caring and you had spent the past two days snapping at him, but he'd still bought you two kinds of chocolate.

****

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[captnjacksparrow]

Wait why are they trying to kill Boruto?

Sorry I don't watch the show because, as you said, it sucks. But I love reading your Boruto trash talk posts and I wanna be in the loop!

I tried googling it but all that came up was theories about whether they were actually gonna go through with killing him. (Which honestly i hope they do so they stop making this sh*t)

The way you don't hold back when trash talking is mad funny. Much love💕

Whether they were actually gonna go through with killing him. (Which honestly I hope they do so they stop making this sh*t)

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣God!!!! Such a Troll you are... Anon.. I don't know why I am laughing at this line endlessly!!!

I think it's better to stay oblivious about this but since you asked!!!

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I can’t stop laughing!!!

So, here's the thing.

That Boruto brat has been given a Karma Seal which is very similar to Orochimaru's Cursed Seal. Unlike Sasuke who could control it and stay human.... Boruto might turn into an Otsutsuki Alien whose power is incomprehensible and will destroy the whole world by making some Chakra Tree and shit.

So, When Boruto was worried about himself that he might turn into a monster..... Sasuke said this,

To which that brat reacted like a Real Ninja in the Manga....

“The thought of dying in the battle scares me, but.... I’m still prepared for it, like every other ninja! It’s just.... If my body gets taken over and I stop being myself... I don’t know what I might do to everyone!!! That scares me even more!!!”

Back then when this chapter was released, every Hinata and NH fans went crazy.... They slandered Sasuke and they theorized that Naruto will kill Sasuke if he touches his Son. 

LOLOL...

And few chapters later... Naruto agreed with Sasuke’s decision.... This made the entire NH go koo koo crazy....

Even though this looks OOC, Right after 3 pages, Boruto was given some Magical Pills as a cure. So, I think Manga didn’t want to explore this pointless emotional drama. 

From a narrative standpoint, We all know that Boruto will never die... Alright??? And even Boruto was okay with dying rather than transforming into a monster who destroys the whole world. 

Now.... What Anime did was.... 

They thoroughly disrespected the Canon... By Making Naruto disrespect Sasuke... 

And play a LOVEY DOVEY FATHER CARD... All of a sudden Naruto puts Boruto above Sasuke.

And Boruto also became a lovey dovey son who wants to live more than anything... I mean everyone wants to live... but this isn’t what he promised with Sasuke....

LOLOLOL..... This is not at what happened in Manga at all....!!!! Boruto is like a cry baby here... Naruto put down Sasuke... And I don’t know how to take these scenes anymore.

Now the Anime is playing right according to NH peeps whims by making Sasuke into a clown. They all assumed Naruto will fight Sasuke for promising to kill his Son..... Though Naruto technically didn’t fight Sasuke... He did pull his Collars!!!! Only to be given some Life Saving Pill in the next scene. 

So, yeah!!! That’s the gist of N and S trying to kill Boruto.