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int-writersmind · 1 year ago

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Steady?

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: It's been a few months of you and Peter's situationship, a run in with Spider-Man has you reconsidering your feelings for him.

Word Count: 2.5k

Genre: Fluff (w/ some notes of Spice/Smut nothing crazy tho)

Final Part of Potential Customer (could be read as a standalone)

The warm shine of sun was a great reprieve from the cold, brisk, late fall air. You hurry down the sidewalk, dodging and weaving through the crowd of people that blocked your path to work, you were rushing back from a doctor’s appointment in a different borough. You pull at your long red scarf, as you wait with a growing group of people for the sign to turn from a red hand to a white stick man.

Suddenly, Boom!

An explosion from one block over causes everyone in the vicinity to scream, scramble, and panic in many different directions. You had been in the city for a few years now and understood where you lived and the type of spanx-wearing, super-powered beings that were your neighbors. But for whatever reason, the only interaction you ever had with them came in the form of watching recaps on the news or clips on social media after the fact.

Now, you were in the middle of something major, and if you didn’t react–

“Guys I know the weather’s brutal, but I don’t think TNT makes great firewood!”

As you move behind the corner of a building, you look up and notice a red and blue figure swinging above you. That outfit and that voice only belong to the city’s resistant arachnid base hero– Spider-Man.

You know you should get to safety, hell you really should be getting the hell out of here. But still, like many other New Yorkers in awe of the city they live in, you found yourself watching as Spider-Man tussles it out with some newbie criminals.

Spider-Man flips and jumps out of gunfire, webbing up nearby garbage cans and tossing them back in response. All with quip-y dialogue to boot. Actually, now that you think about it, his jokes reminded you of Peter’s, that customer-turned-occasional-hook-up you were seeing recently. That Peter you were desperate to make more than just a hookup–

“Make any sudden movements and I’ll blow ya brain out that pretty head of yours!”, you felt a hand cover your mouth, the coldness of the barrel of a gun pressed against your temple. “I won’t hurt ya, just need ya so I can get out of here.” said the petty Criminal, with the gun to your head and the other hand guiding your shoulder forward. The panic was settling in, but you didn’t want to make any sudden decisions that would put you in any more harm. The Criminal was panic-y himself, whipping you left and right as he headed away from the scene of the crime, his head on a swivel.

“...And this little piggy thought the Big Ole Spider didn’t see him run away.” With one sudden turn, the Criminal stopped in front of a light post where Spider-Man crouched on top of the blub. “Don’t worry, I’ll have you on your way in a jiffy.”

“Don’t you move Spider-Man! I’ll do it!” said the Criminal.

“Whelp, haven’t heard that a hundred times.”

The Criminal turns the gun outwards, but before he can shoot, a web shoots out, Spider-Man ripping it out from his hands. In one swift motion, Spider-Man leaps from the lamppost behind the Criminal. The Criminal in turn throws you off of him, causing you to fall to the ground. Spider-Man double kicks the Criminal, one in the back, one to the head, knocking him out.

“Are you ok?” Spider-Man goes to offer you a hand but stops mid-way, his head snapping towards the Criminal. In two motions Spider-Man shoots a web toward the Criminal, pulling out a bomb from his chest, and another web shooting towards you pulling you close to him. “Hang on tight.”

Spider-Man swings the bomb so that it explodes in the air, while he swings away, you in one arm, your own arms locked around his neck.

He swings you far from the explosion, your stomach lurching as if you were on a thrill ride with too many drops, the cold wind whipping past your head. You tried your best to hold in your screams, the guy saved you, the least you can do is not blow out his ear drums. But the longer the swinging continued the more you thought he was extending this trip for his own pleasure.

After a few more swings, Spider-Man lands the two of you on a residential building's rooftop garden. He gently places you down on the ground, it takes you a minute to compose yourself.

“Thank you Spider-Man, I definitely won’t forget this day.” You say, in between gasps.

“Now you’ve joined the exclusive club of those who swung with Spidey!”

You place your hands on your hips, “Don’t know if that’s something I’m glad I achieved. Seems like you took the scenic route to get to safety.”

“Maybe I was trying to show you a good time. Can’t get those views from anywhere else.”

You felt your cheeks redding a little, “Careful Spider-Man, sounds to me like you’re flirting.”

With a quick little backflip, Spider-Man lands on the edge of the rooftop, perching like he was on the lamppost. You, now glad to be on solid ground, move closer to him, arms crossed against your chest. “Maybe I’m just a flirtatious guy?”

“I don’t know how my boyfriend will feel when he hears about this.”

Obviously, you couldn’t see, but you can almost feel the dumbfounded look on Spider-Man’s face ,like he was surprised at your response. “Boyfriend?”

“Well, I guess he’s not actually my boyfriend,” You start to pace back and forth, “But this guy I’ve been seeing…well, I don’t know…there’s just something about him. We spend a lot of time together, doing…certain activities…but after, when it’s all said and done, we just have these moments where we’re just really clicking together. Conversations about everything and nothing at the same time, sharing jokes with one another.

“God, I just love it when he laughs, and when he smiles you can see that he has a slight chip in one of his teeth, on the left side, I think it’s adorable.” Almost as if he wasn’t thinking, Spider-Man’s hand goes to his jaw, stroking the left side of his face, strange if you think about it.

“Sorry, I know you have tons of stuff that you would rather do than listen to some random person's relationship drama. Weirdly, you’re like really easy to talk to.” You say, rubbing your hands together before sticking them into your coat’s pockets.

“They don’t call me Friendly-Neighborhood Spider-Man for no reason.” You chuckle at his response, “Anyway, I hope you tell this boyfriend-non-boyfriend of yours how you really feel about him, I’m sure he’ll appreciate it.”

“Will do, and hey, stay safe Spider-Man.”

With a two-finger salute, Spider-Man backward dives off the side of the roof, you rush forward just in time to see him shoot a web and swing back to the former scene of the crime.

You back away from the side of the roof, suddenly aware of where you were, or in fact–

“Wait? How the hell do I get down from here?”

You burst through the front door, a few minutes late since thankfully Spider-Man left you closer to your work rather than further away, lucky huh? What was not so lucky was the five minutes it took to get off the roof.

You murmur apologies to your fellow co-worker as you take your position at the front counter, relieving them to go in the back and sort some new shipments. You barely unzip your jacket before the front door even dings, causing you to go into straight customer service mode. Well, until you notice who the “customer” actually is.

“Oh, hi Peter.” You sigh, reaching up to take off your hat, shoving it into your jacket’s pocket, shimming out said jacket, and throwing it to the side, still leaving your scarf on. “Um, didn’t expect to see you? Need something?”

“Uh, yes, no, kinda?” He chuckles dryly, rubbing the back of his neck as he approaches the front counter. “I was just in the neighborhood and thought I swing bye, ha-ha…”

“Always glad to see you,” You lean over the counter, resting both elbows on the top so that you’re closer to Peter. “Hey, you free tonight for some certain activities.” You wiggle your eyebrows suggestively, giggling to break the tension, Peter laughs back in response.

“Yeah, yeah, definitely,” Peter’s eyes dart from each of your eyes, down to your lips, then back up to your eyes. “Um, actually can we do more than just certain activities? Like dinner or something?”

You feel your face begin to heat up again, rising from the pit of your stomach, up the back of your neck, showing on your cheeks for Peter to see. “Sounds…cute, good actually, real good. But nothing fancy, I have this recipe that this elderly regular gave me a few days ago that I want to try. Says it’s popular with a lot of young men.”

“Sounds good to me.” Peter’s eyes are still locked on yours, his gaze piercing through your soul, but in a good way. Actually, it was kind of turning you on, almost more than other things he’s done to you in the privacy of each other’s beds.

“Peter, were you really in the neighborhood, or were you coming to see me?”

“Can’t both of those statements be true?”

“Oh, so you saw Spider-Man? He stopped this heist or robbery, whatever, around the block from here actually.”

Peter breaks eye contact, locating one of your hands and taking it in his. “Ugh, I must have just missed him. You’re not hurt or anything?”

“Oh no, Spider-Man made sure I was safe and sound, personally.”

The two of you laugh.

“Hey, stop flirting with the customers and do some actual work!” Your co-worker says, peeking their head from the back of the shop.

“I guess I better get out of here, don’t want to get you in any more trouble.” Peter says, looking down at your hands still intertwined, not yet ready to let go.

You bring up your interlocking hands to your mouth, placing a kiss on Peter’s. “Bye, Peter.”

You let go of him, slightly pushing yourself off the counter when suddenly Peter pulls you back close by the ends of your scarf, placing a kiss on your lips. His cold nose brushed against yours. When he moves back, lips barely away from yours, you can’t help but sigh in response. Like a character in some kind of romance novel. “Too much?” he asks.

You just smile and shake your head no, “Your nose is cold, here take my scarf.”

You lift your scarf off your head and place it over Peter’s, throwing one end over one of his shoulders. “See you tonight.”

“Yeah,” Peter walks backward, winking as he walks out the door, “Later!”

Ding-Dong!

Of course, the doorbell rings right at the moment when you are getting ready to make your sauce for the pasta dish. You debated whether or not to let the doorbell ring some more, finally pulling yourself away from the stove.

When you open the door, you’re met with Peter standing there with a modest, but gorgeous bouquet of flowers (one flower hanging by a thread), and your scarf hanging from his neck.

“My goodness, Peter you shouldn’t have,” Your hands hover close to the bouquet, eyes darting from the flowers to Peter’s eyes. “Ah, you really shouldn’t. I hate flowers.”

Peter’s face falls, shock, panic, and fear, (maybe everything all wrapped up at once) play across his face. “Oh-Uh, I just thought–”

“Oh, hon,” You pull him close by the ends of your scarf, mimicking what he did earlier. “I’m just fucking with you.” You kiss him gently, deepening it as Peter kisses you back. Is this what this thing between the two of you was becoming? Visiting each other at work, having dinner together, causal kisses, flowers? Peter must want this relationship to be more than just a casual hook-up too.

You both break the kiss off, still remaining close, looking at one another deeply. You blink rapidly to pull yourself back into reality. “Come in, dinner’s almost ready.”

Empty plates and cups half filled with budget wine lay to the side on your table in your living room. The two of you were too wrapped up in conversation on the couch to even reach for your drink.

“Yeah, I guess I was just really lucky, being in the right place at the right time to get that picture. Front page and everything.” Peter resting his head on his hand, his elbow resting on the top of the couch.

“Luck and craziness” You sat, legs tucked underneath you, body turned towards Peter, hands wringing in your lap. “You know, these conversations are actually still interesting even with all our clothes on.”

“Yeah,” he reaches for your hand again, holding it in your lap, “But maybe I’m still imagining you naked, in my bed.” He moves in closer, “Sweaty, hair stuck to your face…”

“Wow, someone’s bold this evening.”

“I don’t know, I just feel…I don’t know…”

You go to push back a little tuft of brown hair behind his ear. “I get it, babe.”

Peter groans in response, leaning forward, pecking at your lips. “I know you like using pet names as jokes, but I just…love it when you say them.”

“Ok, Love,” you say as Peter keeps moving forward until you move your legs from underneath you. Peter kisses you into the couch, holding your face with one of his hands. “Darling?”

“Yes?” Peter says, in between kisses on your lips, face, and neck.

“Can I ask you something?”

Peter stops immediately, looking at you directly, “Yeah?”

“Can we…can we be more than just…god, can we be more than just certain activities? I know you said you didn’t…don’t have the time for a serious relationship and all, and I know I said it was ok and all…

“Yes, yes, of course,” Peter says.

“Yes?”

“I-I know what I said, and maybe this-this might be difficult to juggle but,” Peter caresses your face with his thumb, “I wanted this to be more for awhile but didn’t know how to bring it up. Maybe the flowers were a bit on the nose.”

You run your hands across his face, just like you did so many times before, Peter nuzzles his face against your hand. “Ok so let’s make this official. Peter Parker, will you go steady with me?”

Peter chuckles, “Of course, I’ll go steady with you.” He kisses you deeply again, caressing your head as he does so.

You're so caught up in the moment, in the kiss, that nothing else matters in that moment. The more he kissed you, the more your body craved every inch of his, and you felt just the tiniest of guilt for it.

“I know I agree to a nice simple dinner, but can we…”

“Oh god yes,” Peter smiles before lowering himself down your body, “But let’s start a little differently, can I?”

“Oh yes please…”

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Oh wow, first series done! I hoped you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I have another Peter Parker x Reader (since I'm still on the Parker train *choo choo*) in the tank, which I'll post Wednesday and have plans for a holiday theme PP x reader series, than maybe I'll take a break from writing Peter Parker??? Idk don't want to burn out on him but we'll see.

Anyway comment if you like, so I'm not just talking into the void, but no pressure! Thanks again and see you next time!

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shower-phantom-ideas · 1 year ago

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You guys just don’t understand

You can’t even begin to grasp the amount of pranks Danny could pull on super heros (is that one words? Superheros?)

Added a read more because I hate long posts

Danny as a ghost is so powerful. Like our boy can walk through walls, disappear, and fly! Do you even grasp how much more unique he is than the others guys??

Jokes aside just imagine if you will. Danny could leave batburger cups next to Batman all the time (he comes back later to toss em out of Big ol B doesn’t)

Like hell we talk about Danny just showing up basically stalking the heros but ok hear me out. He didn’t mean to figure out Batmans identity ok but he was in the right place at the right time and over heard some stuff. Now he follows Bruce Wayne around instead. Always spitting out if a batburger cup. Maybe Bruce makes eye contact with him and one time Danny just leans his drink out to as one does to offer a sip xD the man is horrified.

For the ?Robins? The other bats maybe he leaves gifts of sorts. Stuff they would like made from his ice or something. He can understand becoming a hero young and most (if not all) of them did that. He plays favourites with the younger Heros for sure. But hes still making them have there “God?? Is that you” moments like everyone else.

Hell he could follow Superman around and always make his cape flow against the wind and the Hero wouldn’t know wtf is going on. Maybe Superman hears a very slight snickering maybe but the prank is harmless enough so why worry too much. I mean it’s probably bad someone can do this without getting detected till they give themselves away by laughing but nothing harmful yet. (Yet would emphasise Batman)

I don’t know anything about GreenArrow but I assume he uses a bow and arrow so I could imagine Danny grabbing his arrows and making them fly in crazy wild paths before hitting their mark.

Idk honestly how he would fuck with GreenLatern besides like using his ghost powers to try and one up his ring. Like Lantern makes a shield? Danny makes a better one next to it or in front of it. Tbh it’s actually helping Danny get better at his powers so he does this a lot rip Hal (I did not know he was played by Ryan Reynolds maybe ill watch the newer movie)

He refuses to mess with Wonder Woman because the Phandom has told me she is his fav thus he refuses to prank her. He respects her too much and is a huge enough fan that hes too nervous to even approach. Thus she thinks she is this pranksters least favourite since she is never bothered.

Aqua-man (thx for the correction siri) is pretty fun to prank because Danny can follow the man underwater. Idk anything about science of it but imagine Danny like making a space he can talk in with his ice powers (making a bubble of sorts) to make spooky noises at ?Arthur? (R we seriously going with Arthur in this one?) like I assume without actual fish related powers, or with them I havent seen any thing aquaman, you can’t talk underwater. But also if Danny figures out his real name hes 100% gonna be playing the Hey Arthur theme at this man all the time.

He just lowkey overshadows cyborg. Not in a controlling way but just along for the ride kinda way. He was gonna make remarks about his tech but ended up being stunned by how good it is. “Fam I aint gonna lie. I came here to follow you around and make comments like a streamer but your tech is crazy cool. I mean you could have saved a little room with a more compact cooling unit but I mean this is probably some of the best stuff I have seen outside my family!” Or something idk. Maybe he goes full on antman in coldwar

As for the Flash thats pretty simple. He doesn’t let the Flash run from him. I don’t think Danny could keep up with the Flash at all. Like man cants have everyones powers (can’t he tho) but he just hangs on and pretends to have followed. I mean hes invisible the whole time so not like anyone can see lmao though if (idk who the flash is? So ill use Barry cause thats why google say) if Barry goes too fast he might get Danny to give up the game cause boy is on the side vomiting. Barry is pretty smug about probably being the first to throw the prankster for a loop but Danny is just on the side like “how can you go that fast and not be sick dude”

Like tbh I was gonna just make a list of pranks he pulls on Batman but yall seem to enjoy the Justice League so here go off I guess.

Honestly I had to charge my phone so I forget a lot of the post rip this kne

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #why is this happening you ask?#well Amity Park got destroyed by GIW and Danny can’t go back to the Zone because Vlad destroyed his whole place and moved to avoid the GIW #so Danny is doing anything to keep his mind off it #not the healthiest of mechanisms but hes like 14 or 16 so whats he know #jazz would know but shes dead (I hate killing off jazz tbh)#following around these Heros is all he has to do to keep himself distracted #plus it helps feel his protective obbsession because he can help a little here and there #I know I make the danny follows the heros around posts a lot but theres a reason for it #danny feels like such a failure so he wants to learn from them #he needs to learn from them #he has to do better he has to get better so he wont loose everything again #oop hope yall don’t read my tags it’s a mess in here

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moonswolfie · 1 year ago

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Hold on!

Timeskip!Atsumu x fem!reader (no spoilers tho)

The reader's clothes are described but that's the only thing as far as appearance goes

Also the reader is 23 years old in this, I wish I didn't have to include an age for the reader but it has to be done for the purpouses of the story😭

So I've been watching a lot of "romantic disco pang pang" clips recently (the untapped k-drama potential is real) so I thought of writing this 🤭

(also pretend these are commonplace in japan too)

"Do I really have to go on this thing?" you begged your friend as you two were stading in line to go on Disco Pang Pang. You didn't want to go, really. Considering the reputation that Disco Pang Pang has, the ride was a bit much for you.

"Duh. No backing out." your friend dragged you further as the line moved. "Looks like it's our turn." your friend grinned at you after seeing the group that was on the ride before you get off. You winced a little.

You tried your best to psyche yourself up as you two entered the dreaded machine and sat down next to eachother. "It's fine, you're gonna be fine. It'll be over soon. You just have to hold on and you'll be fine."

You gripped the bar as hard as you possibly can, not even bothering to hide the fear and discomfort on your face. Your friend hit your shoulder lightly, telling you to loosen up.

"I would be able to if you didn't force me to go on this..." you grit through your teeth. You were more scared than mad at your friend at this point.

"Welcome, everyone!" you heard a voice announce through the speakers. So this is the DJ, the guy who controls the ride and picks on the people at random.

Your friend got excited at the sound of his voice while you just gripped on the bars tighter. The machine moved up a little.

"You, the girl in a light pink sweater! How old are you?" the DJ asked.

You looked around at the other people on the ride, quickly realising the DJ is talking to you. You were the only one wearing a light pink sweater.

Oh no, this is the worst... You're gonna kill your friend once you get off.

You reluctantly showed "23" with your hands and nodded when the DJ asked if 23 is correct. You anticipated an insult to be thrown your way, but the DJ said "You, the guy with blonde hair next to her! How old are you?"

You looked to your right to see a muscular guy with dyed blonde hair. He didn't seem scared at all, showed by his lazy grin. He showed "24" with his fingers and nodded when the DJ asked him to confirm.

You were confused. What benefit would the DJ have from knowing your ages?

"Are the both of you single?" the DJ asked in a way where you could easily imagine his eyebrows wiggling behind the speaker.

What the hell is going on?! You gave the DJ a confused nod, the mystery man doing the same thing.

"That's perfect because I think you two would look cute together!" before you could even process what the DJ just said the machine suddenly jerked.

Your grip on the bars wasn't tight since you got a little distracted by the DJ's weird questions and you got launched to your right and onto the guy.

"Ah- I'm sorry-" You apologized, reaching behind you to try and move back into your previous position.

The DJ's words finally registered and you felt yourself blush a little bit.

Are you kidding?! The DJ does that too?!

You're really gonna kill your friend for not telling you the DJ also ships random people together!

But then again... this guy didn't look half bad. Half bad is an understatement, the guy was really hot. But you had no idea what he thought of the whole ordeal. Did he know right away? Was he just as shocked as you are?

You heard him laugh a little " 'S okay." he said, the smile still on his face. He seemed to be enjoying this. He must have known as soon as the DJ asked your ages.

You somehow managed to move back into your original spot, taking a short sigh of relief. Being singled out by the DJ isn't fun at all!

"Hey, where are you running off to? You're gonna make your boyfriend sad!" the DJ yelled, clearly enjoying this and jerking the machine so you fell to his side again.

Just great, now he was calling him your boyfriend.

You yelped when you fell to the floor of the machine after another sudden jerk and you tried getting back up but the DJ wasn't giving you a break with the sporradic jerking.

Suddenly, you felt your arm being grabbed and a strong arm pulled you back up on the seats. It's the guy!

You clutched onto his shirt, holding on for dear life and he wrapped an arm around you to keep you from falling over again.

"You good?" he asked, looking down at you. You nodded in response, a bit too overwhelmed to give him a verbal response at the moment.

"There we go! That's what I like to see!" the DJ commented and you swore you're gonna punch whoever the dude is after killing your friend once you get off.

But then again, maybe being protected in the arms of a attractive guy isn't all that bad. Even if you felt like throwing up right now.

"Are you okay? Does your arm hurt?" you somehow managed to collect your thoughts enough to express your worry for his arm which was still holding onto the bar.

He smiled down at you, although his smile seemed a little strained. "Don't ya worry about lil' old me. I'm really strong, ya know?" he pulled a stupid flirty face and you couldn't help but laugh a little.

"What?! Why are ya laUG-" his sentence was cut off by a big jerk which sent your friend flying to the other side. Oh, right, your friend. You haven't really been checking how she's doing but she seems to be laughing and having fun depsite being thrown around like a ragdoll.

"Oh yeah! You better hold her tight, cuz I'm not holding back!" the DJ laughed through the speakers and somehow the jerking increased even more.

You yelped and full-on hugged him, closing your eyes shut. The rest of the ride felt like a fever dream, the smell of his cologne and his arm tightly wrapped around you being the only things keeping you from emptying your stomach.

After who knows how long, the jerking stopped. You took deep breaths.

"The ride's over, you can open those pretty eyes, ya know." You felt your face flush suddenly. You didn't even notice the ride was over, how embarrasing!!

You quickly let go of Atsumu, mumbling a quick apologybefore getting up to get off the ride. Your friend nudged you with her elbow and wiggled her eyebrows at you. "See, it wasn't that bad. You even scored a hot guy."

"Yeah, and almost threw up on his chest." you retorted.

As you were finally on safe, solid ground again, you caught your breath. That was an insane experience.

"Hey." you heard a familiar voice behind you, and you turned around to see the guy again. Now that you weren't nautious and being spun around and jerked constantly, you could get a much better look at his face.

He really is good-looking and you've done nothing but embarrass yourself in front of him right from the beginning.

"O-Oh, hi." you greeted him back, although a bit awkwardly.

"Yer real cute, so I'm givin' ya this." he handed you a piece of paper which read "Miya Atsumu" followed by his phone number.

"Consider yerself lucky, I don't do this with just any girl." he smirked and walked away, leaving you there staring at the note in shock.

Maybe you should treat your friend to a five star meal instead of killing her.

HELP WHY WAS I CRINGING SO MUCH WHEN WRITING THIS😭😭😭

#˗ˏˋ ★ ☁︎ 「Wolfie's works」 ☾ ★ ˎˊ˗#haikyū!!#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#x reader #atsumu miya #miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x female reader #fluff #msby atsumu

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monstress · 3 days ago

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arcane s2 thoughts

prayinggg we get a no soundtrack version because while i do like a few of the tracks (yes even Enemy!!!), there are more duds than hits and they take me out each time

also obviously i'm a Jinx Is Alive truther because of the ending scene of cait staring at the air ducts to the hextech tower fiddling with a fragment of her bomb...come on. jinx has said in the start of the season that she wanted to leave piltover/zaun and with isha gone and her sister happy, she can finally do that

i am very invested in jinx and vi's relationship so when jinx without any hesitation chose to let herself go from vi's grasp and destroy warwick (both something that vi could not do) which in one fell swoop legitimizes her agency, protects vi from a monster, saves vander from eternal hell - i'm like yea...[sniffs] that's a redemption arc baby

jinx and vi. piltover and zaun. they'll always be sisters...yea....

i admire the open ending with the airship. but she did say she'll ride one of those things one day. yay.

maybe an unpopular opinion but i liked cait this season. finally some bite and controversy and trauma to her choices. she was way tooooo comfortable in s1. while she's still a cop, at least she's interesting now!

also ok....yelled and hollered when lesbian sex is finally happening. rejoice guys - i thought we will never get it

the writing pace of this show is bonkers and i understand they need to keep it tight because of animation budget but what the helllllll was that viktor machine herald speedrun. it felt like it needed a good one more season to incubate and i was overwhelmed with that + jayce's heel turn + mel's superpower reveal like hold on hold the fuck onnnnnn what does this meannnnnn

gay sex in hextech void deus ex machina goes crazy tho

like oh yeah i am cosmically tied to only one man in this world and he alone can guide me to the error of my ways in any universe

ok!

mel being the most specialest princess in the entire world seems right imo. i can easily be riled up to sycophantic fervor to serve in her army just say the word ma'am 🫡

let's not forget the tragic irony that Mel was exiled by her mother and has tried to carve her own path through diplomacy and peace in defiance but ends up finding herself sitting in her mother's steel ship in her colors with her army with so much power in her veins and now leaves the city she loved that her mother ruined too. mel merdada one of the characters of all time......

and i am a number one sap so!!!!!!! the flashback scenes this season got me hurting real bad. when i thought i was devastated by Remember Me...here comes s2e7 to punch me in the gut

the fact happiness and normalcy was possible for powder...the fact that powder will never use hexcore because of what happened to vi and it made all the difference. vi's death unknowingly protecting her sister (and the world!) from beyond the grave...i am sobbing my eyes out

also as a season one timebomb shipper, thank youuuu arcane writers i didnt expect this at ALLLLLLLLLL???? it was written like everyone knows they were an item except themselves??? i have done nothing to deserve this but thank you

UPDATE: i hv been informed that they are already dating in the alternative universe from background details. even more delicious

i am just happy to be here and prepared to be devastated

vanderco Real. like don't even waste your breath to say they aren't when they look like they are glowing in domestic bliss. what's some light stabbing and drowning between married couples amirite fellas

claggor and mylo!!!! i didn't expect to get emotional seeing them since idrc but seeing them grown up like ohhhh these are vi and jinx's brothers...and they'll never know this life...okay.....

the alternative timeline pretty much put a bandaid to the pain and suffering for the past 2 seasons and as contrast for more suffering. i love it. the writers are so diabolical

heimerdinger sacrificing himself for ekko is ok for me lol idc abt him goodbye cheesepuff

i still need to process the Ambessa vs MelCait fight. im quite sure there's some great parallels there

but Ambessa as a character is sooooo fascinating. while i hv qualms making a prominently Black character be an imperalist warlord (othering her with her accent too), Ambessa i fear is so so very cool and i was slightly rooting for her ngl like i can't hate a cunning ambitious woman it's against my nature!!!!!

i am gonna think abt mel holding up ambessa like repin's painting of ivan the terrible for a longggg time

side note: i love that sevika finally got what silco wanted all along - a seat at the (council)table. like that's my wifeeeeeee. lib ending i know i know since the best ending is a free state of zaun but like narrative wise it would notttt make sense at the point of time. but also since they never confirmed anything, i wanna say they'll have a go at dismantling the power structure that is oppressing zaun with sevika keeping an eye on it. not a perfect solution but i'll take it rather than leave it

so will i watch another show on LoL?

mmmm.......anyways guys watch Penelope of Sparta!

#logs #arcane #arcane spoilers #read me talk abt this dumb show

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beardedmrbean · 1 year ago

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I understand women can rape men and other women to but we need to stop acting like it’s split even 50/50 because it’s not idk why it’s so bad to say the majority of rapists are men it’s true

There's actually no way to prove that, not in any kind of unbiased way at least.

UK and I believe India and Israel at a minimum define rape as 'forced penetration' or some variation on that making it very difficult to charge a woman with rape because they would need to sodomize their victim.

Woman in those countries can hold a man down, wiggle his bit till biology takes over, mount up and go for a ride and it is not considered rape, from a legal perspective.

So the numbers are impossible to find out, because that sure as hell sounds like rape to me.

For the people that say 'he got hard so he must have wanted it'

1 please pick up a human biology book and hit yourself with it as hard as you possibly can and then open it up and look up the involuntary actions that the body can do, everyone with a penis that made it through their teens knows for a fact that it just does that on its own.

2 iirc there was a whole thing years and years back where the medical and scientific consensus was that a woman couldn't get pregnant without having an orgasm, leaving aside all the 'you wanna bet' cracks they took this to mean that if a woman got pregnant she obviously wasn't raped because she had a orgasm.

So that shit goes both ways.

But ya with all the different biased ways that male victims are tossed aside there's not going to be a way to know which side does it more.

You should have seen how mad the demons got about this one

Good heavens, wonder why that pic is censored before the post is even posted.

From 2017 tho

Wild how when you change a few words the number doubles, obviously not all of the rapists are female, good to see it when that happened anyhow.

Again though, no way to actually accurately confirm or disprove your statement.

I have no idea why it should matter either.

It's like the bargaining stage of grief and it's a terrible way to approach a very real issue.

Yes ok there's some bad women out there too, but the men, they're way worse.....

No neither is better or worse than the other, both women and men are just fine the way they are and throwing gender politics in the mix doesn't do much to help victims.

Let's focus our efforts on rapists regardless of which fiddly bits they have, there's going to be all kinds of different reasons people do it, some people are just plain evil some people take a look at the definition of rape they've been told and think what they did is no big deal because legally it's not rape.

#anonymous #but not really

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wallpaper-inside-my-heart · 10 months ago

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top five favorite songs (or artists/albums, whatever you wanna gush about!)

Oh Lydia.. you have no idea what you have unleashed by asking me to gush about music 😹💕 Music is truly one of my nr.1 interests of all time! 🫶

So me answering this got way out of hand... Therefore, here a (somewhat) brief summary:

Top 5 songs of last week:

The grudge by Olivia Rodrigo -> “your flowers filled with vitriol” is a line that goes so hard istg! (the whole song is a banger tho)

Midnight by Ed Sheeran

Making the bed by Olivia Rodrigo

Stick Season by Noah Kahan

That’s on me by Ed Sheeran

Top 5 fave artists atm (artist -> fave album -> fave song on it)

The Amazing Devil -> Ruin -> Drinking Song for the socially anxious

Taylor Swift -> evermore -> cowboy like me

Sleeping at last -> Enneagram -> Nine (my own type lmao)

Bo Burnham -> Inside -> Goodbye

Ed Sheeran -> (currently) Autumn Variations -> Spring

Way too extensive elaboration under the cut (bc once I start talking about music it’s very hard to stop)

So out of the 5 arrtists I mention, I also have fave albums and on those albums at least 5 songs so… I don’t expect anyone to actually read through all that, no worries 😹💕 (I was also about to include fave lyrics, but then I was reminded of several irl deadlines so… another time maybe…hopefully... cause I love talking about lyrics so much!)

(fave songs in order of their track nr. On the album, not their actual rank; fave bolded)

1.) The Amazing Devil

Love Run -> King, Shower Day, Elsa’s Song, Two Minutes, Not Yet/Love Run

The Horror and the Wild -> The Rockrose & the Thistle, Welly Boots, Farewell Wanderlust, Fair, That Unwanted Animal

Ruin -> The Calling, Drinking Song, Chords, The Old Witch Sleep, Ruin, Inkpot Gods

2.) Taylor Swift (okay, I am just doing top 5 albums for her, cause otherwise we’ll be sitting here all day)

Evermore -> champagne problems, ivy, cowboy like me, marjorie, right where you left me

Red -> The Lucky One, Better Man, Nothing New, Forever Winter, ATW 10 min

Reputation -> I did smth bad, King of my Heart, Dancing with our hands tied, Call it what you want, New Years Day

Folklore -> the 1, my tears ricochet, seven, peace, the lakes

Midnights -> Maroon, Sweet Nothing, The Great War, WCS, You’re losing me

3.) Sleeping at last

Space -> Sun, Earth, Mars, Neptune, Pluto

Enneagram -> 1, 2, 3, 8, 9

4.) Bo Burnham

Words words words -> WWW, Oh Bo, What’s Funny, Rant, Art is Dead

What -> left brain right brain (yt amv flashbacks istg…) , from god’s perspective, Nerds, Channel 5 News, Hell of a Ride

Make Happy -> straight white man, country song, lower your expectations, kys, can’t handle this (+ r u happy – bc oof…)

Inside (deluxe) -> problematic, welcome to the internet, that funny feeling, all eyes on me, goodbye + five years

5.) Ed Sheeran (also just 5, bc I am ignoring that = exists)

Plus -> it’s been too long since listened to this one, so I only remember “Little Bird” and “The A Team”

X -> Don’t, Photograph, Tenerife Sea, Thinking Out Loud, I see Fire

Divide -> Shape of you (idc that it’s overplayed!! I still unironically like this song!), Happier, What do I know?, Supermarket Flowers, Save Myself

Substract -> Eyes Closed, End of Youth, Curtains, Vega, Stoned

Autumn Variations -> England, Midnight, Spring, Punchline, When will I be alright

#Anyone who listens to my music ramblings or even asks me about them will automatically become one of my bffs #sorry <3 #I could talk about each of these choices for hours but this post was already getting way too long 🙈🩵#I feel like some of these song choices are revealing way too uch about myself but oh well...#ask game #ask #lumiereandcogsworth 🩵#thank you so so much for asking 🫶💕

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starfolk7 · 10 months ago

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1 for Lies of P and your other fandoms (how yould you forget Pino and friends? xD)

Omg you're right I blanked and forgot to list that in the tags MY BAD JFHDHD

1. List 3 positive things about your current fandom(s)

I guess I'm gonna organize these by fandom lol

Pokemon:

- Diversity! Since it's been around for so long, there's tons of fics to read. If you can think of it, someone has probably written it. There's a Mewtwo fic I found in college that's basically a retelling of the events of the first movie, but holy shit it's written so beautifully it made me cry in front of my friends rjrhdgde. It's a dense read, but still one of my absolute favorite fics to this day. That's just an example of things you can find!

- Sub-fan bases. Basically, if you're a big fan of a certain Pokémon, a type of Pokémon, one of the games, etc., you're going to find your people very easily. Kind of falls under the first one a bit but ya know lol.

- Some of the cutest and also the most badass fanart comes out of this fandom. I have both art of a Sylveon with a lollipop and art of Mewtwo breaking out of their armor from the first movie. The duality of man djrhdgs

SoulsBorne

-Maybe I've gotten lucky and just found really nice people, but so far my experiences in the community have been largely positive! I've met some of the loveliest people by posting my Dark Souls and Bloodborne fics, and it really got me back into writing OCs again (you know that's my lifeblood lol)

-Character and lore analyses. Not that I agree with all of them, of course I don't, but if you want an analyses of anything in these games, there's some mad lad out there that's done it, whether it's a post or through an entire fic. Gives you tons to think about!

-ART!! Holy shit there's so many amazing artists in this community. We don't talk about how much SoulsBorne art I've snagged at conventions (I got more of it and Elden Ring stuff at Magfest don't look at me fjfhdhd)

Lies of P

-I haven't been in this fandom for long, but so far everyone I've met has been very sweet! They're also super OC-friendly. I can't tell you how many Stalker and Puppet OCs I've seen, among others, it's really amazing!

-Probably gonna say this for all of my fandoms but the ART OMG. There's so much gorgeous fanart floating around for this game it's insane. Still on the hunt for more Romeo pieces tho rjrhehe

-Headcanon diversity. Do you want a totally mute P? One that talks sometimes? One that's Had Enough? What I'm getting at is there's a P out there for everyone! People have been exploring all the different character angles on him and it's wonderful to see.

Ultrakill

-THE HYPE. Since this is an early access game still in development, the hype that cranks up every time an update is announced is INSANE. I don't think I've ever seen this level of it for an indie game. I got in just in time to witness this for the Violence update and the rush it gives you seeing everyone so excited is amazing!! It helps that every single update has just been an absolute banger. We have reason to be super excited, the devs do stellar work!!

-LORE. Do you wanna feel like Charlie at the corkboard in It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia? Because that's where I'm definitely at right now. Since we're in the last act of the game, there's so much speculation and so many theories about how the game will end. On top of that, people have been playing in the lore sandbox ever since this game started. I know I've def been up at night wondering how the hierarchy of Heaven works and what certain layers of Hell were like before Certain Events TM (I'm being vague because I know at least one person wants to play this bear with me lol). Basically there's tons to explore and the community collectively goes insane about different bits, we have fun here lmao

-I'm bundling art and memes into this one because oh my GOD. The tonal whiplash is a rollercoaster ride. You can go from the most heart-wrenching art of Gabriel you've ever seen to a piece that goes "V1 is a shrimp now" and sometimes you just need that snap back to some levity. The memes are absolutely top-tier. It helps that the voice actor for Gabriel already does memes and shitposts on his YouTube channel, so he just carries that over for Ultrakill stuff sometimes and y'know what? This game is dark, I'm gonna need these memes for when the ending makes me bawl like a baby. The Violence layer already has me feeling the creeping sense of dread (if you know you KNOW).

#chris's ramblings #ask game #dark souls #bloodborne #ultrakill #lies of p #pokemon #thanks for the ask! this was a lot of fun!

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meisspam · 2 years ago

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!! rating mha characters based on how likely they are to enjoy a date with/keep dating izuku:

!! keep in mind this is ignoring sexuality headcanons.

izuku midoriya: the man himself. probably goes to cafès early in the morning alone. goes for a run at lunch to burn off nerves. you all know him.

yuga aoyama: would want it to be really romantic. would make izu blush like hell. probably order the cheesiest dish from a fancy restraunt for them both. pays for both of them. OVERALL: 8/10 gentleman but too much for izu to take in

mina ashido: takes him out for milkshakes. flirts with him through jokes or physical affection. would make izu smile. they might go for one or two after wards. OVERALL: 6/10 very fun but not romanc-ey

tsuyu asui: very lovely girl, I think she would be polite. shows izu all her favourite spots to relax in the city. doesn't get any food. OVERALL: 4/10 only asked him out to see if he's worth it

tenya iida: they'd go somewhere clichè, like a park day with ice cream. already besties so they'd do a lot of obvious flirting. might kiss at the end. OVERALL: 8/10 they love each other, platonic or romantic

ochako uraraka: you just know they'd both be squirming and blushing the whole entire time. would be a movie date. they hold hands <3. compliments thrown every which way. OVERALL: 9/10 basically made for each other

mashirao ojiro: I'm not sure how this would go! he'd probably take izu shopping?? very nice boy. OVERALL: 6/10 I don't see it, but cute

denki kaminari: he's a total flirt. would be all "hey bb. how was your day. oh mine? ur making it better by the second." and izu, unused to affection, would absolutely melt. other than that, they probably gush about science or some autistic shit then get all kissy. OVERALL: 8/10 mightn't last, long term but they will enjoy themselves

ejirou kirishima: he will listen to all the stuff izu has to say. I think they'd be enthusiastic when talking about stuff. both have self esteem issues, so they'd help each other with that. probably awkward as hell on the date, tho. not used to romance lol. OVERALL: 9/10 good for each kther

kouji kouda: talks and listens. I do like them, I don't know how a date would go though. they might go out for dinner and then snuggle up and enjoy each other's company OVERALL: 6/10 I love them but not a typical 'love at first date' couple

rikidou satou: I don't know, really. I think he's nice, might give a little gift as a sign of appreciation. wouldn't advance beyond a date, and I think izu would feel like he's not giving enough tit he relationship OVERALL: 4/10 can't see it going well sorry

mezou shoji: they go to watch a horror movie and then laugh at the scary parts or something. share a bag of popcorn and then bump hands. does the yawn thing. OVERALL: 7/10 cute

kyouka jirou: autism vs autism, ultimate showdown. I think she'd take izu to a festival and izu would freak it. she'd help him calm down and then they'd watch ghibli movies on CD OVERALL: 7/10 meow meow

hanta sero: he's chill might be a bit intimidating to izu tho. compliments every five minutes. 'hey how are you going' they'd go to a cafe I think, get coffee and laugh over stupid shit OVERALL: 8/10 a nice day out

fumikage tokoyami: he's a nice guy. they'd go to the beach and admire the sunset I think. would have fun sitting close to each other and taking in the view. very calm, very romantic. OVERALL: 9/10 I love it

shouto todoroki: I'm not sure. they might stay in and get take out while watching netflix? would fall asleep on the couch together and be soft. very soft. OVERALL: 8/10 calm together, sososo cute tbh

tooru hagakure: she'd be throwing compliments out and telling izu he's cute. and izu would be blabbering and jfjsjfjdj. I rarely see them talked about but they're cool, OVERALL: 8/10 high school lovers? maybe?

katsuki bakugo: he's homophobic would not date a man. but anyway they kiss a lot and go on a bunch of different dates, like stargazing, beach day out, riding bikes around the neighborhood, staying in and cuddling, did I mention they love each other? they'll totally stay at each others sides to be there at a moments notice. at heart cannot be separated. like two Suns, destined to revolve around each other until collapding into a supernova, basically ignoring anything out of gravitatjonal orbit range. everyone knows they love each other. fmmtnsjfie they kiss a lot, did I sa that? cuddles and . ugh. OVERALL: 10/10 soulmates sorry im a bkdk stan

minoru mineta: flirty as hell. admiring izus muscles, obviously. izu is blushing like hell, and they probably do the sharing spaghetti thing. bragging about his fathers money. 'but let's talk about you bb' type guy OVERALL: 7/10 sweet but...yk

momo yaoyorozu: izu is intimidated as hell, maybe. he would talk about his spin/s and momo would j be like 'yeah...sure thing....' shes no good socially bcuz of reasons and izu can't read her that well. OVERALL: 6/10 hard to maintain, don't work well together

itsuka kendo: they go for ice cream and izu is amazed by her coolness or whatever. she talks and is just kind as hell. very cute OVERALL: 7/10 I like them, im not sure how izu would like her tho.

monoma neito: he's so cute ANYWAY they totally nerd out together. go watch a documentary or sports game and do stuff. would take each other on many dates after the first. big ego might make an impact. they kiss. OVERALL: 9/10 nicer than you'd think at first

shinsou hitoshi: both nervous wrecks. go to someplace quiet but busy, like a late night cafe or a walk thru the city. just talk to each other, a lot. have the same sense of humour, I think. once they get over the awkwardness it'll be nice. OVERALL: 8/10 personally I see them as more brothers but I can TOTALLY see why it's popular

mirio toogata: compliments all the time. major show off. I think they'd relate to each other quite a bit. calm once they get over themselves. probably don't kiss. OVERALL: 5/10 I don't know....

that's all

thanks :3

#my hero acadamia #izuku midoriya #shipping opinions

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mx-matched-knickknacks · 1 month ago

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HERE WE GO [Under the Read More cause I already know it's gonna be loong LMAO]

Bfbfvegege maybe I am praising him too much in this and yeah maybe someday I'll go back to this post and cringe, but hell, lifes short and the internet is forever, right? I don't really go on Autism rants about my interests often, so if your looking for trouble simply keep scrolling thank you very muchh 💚💚 (and im sorry if anything written comes off as rude, that is not my intention i promise)

Well... here we are. I think it's fitting that now, at the end of this era, I write one big love letter to Joost and this fanbase hahaha XD

As many of us approach knowing of Joost for HALF A YEAR (holy shit, already?!) and we finally get the answer that he's not going back to ESC next year, I can't help but be nostalgic :•}

Obviously getting really into this Dutch artist was not expect haha, but ohh what a ride it's been so far. And because of TikTok of all things XD As an American fan, finding him was purely by chance, but I'm ever so grateful I did. Ive spent so much of my freetime watching the live Europapa performence over and over and over again, folding and cutting and glueing those cute little paper dolls of him, scrolling endlessly on TT for every little bit of love shown, watching every interview and live performance hes done (and all the concerts he played at!!!)... and also spending maybe a little bit too much money shipping Chrome Magazine over to the US lol ^^; This probably wont sound like much to you, but this one man somehow managed to disrupt my ongoing 4 year streak of a different special interest! How about that!!!

Now... ive seen both wonderful and absolutely terrifying things from this fanbase, if im gonna be totally honest... ^^; but overall id say my experience has been pretty good! Obviously I have not interacted with ppl within this space much (as often happens with my interests sadly) but yall who do act right are pretty damn cool and extremely talented !!!!! (And huuge shoutout to those who work hard to translate from Dutch to English too, like JoostSubs on twt!!!!) ^^ This kind of creativity is what Joost wants to inspire!! Remember that!!! And I do want to take more steps into being more active in the fanbase in the future <3

Now about Joost himself...

I don't think I've ever know of anyone who's star shines as bright as his. Through time and turmoil he remains steadfast and ever so kind to those around him (almost to a fault). With his friends; Stuntje, Apson, Lyon, Tantu, Donnie, Alanis (and all the rest of em!) He's shown incredible amounts of love and care for :'•) Even after becoming such a big name worldwide, he still remained in a state where he can still do what he loves with the ones he cherishes most and that's just so damn wonderful to me 💙💙💙 His pure unadulterated silliness, his infectious joy and positivity, and how he unabashingly is himself no matter where he goes are qualities i really do look up to in him. Just the most wonderful guy I've ever seen whos sooo full of whismy...

Though I can't relate personally to the meanings behind most of his songs, I don't think that prohibits me from still appreciating just how much heart and soul he puts into them. And seeing all the people who have been helped and felt heard bc of his music... it just makes me very happy, yknow? Is that so cringe to feel?

I don't wanna talk as much about his disqualification and that interview he did earlier today (for not focusing too much on the negative), but I do firmly believe that he was treated extremely unfairly just in general by... certain groups (you know the ones). I will say that I am very glad Tantu called them out tho 😁😁. The decision of not going to ESC 2025 being last minute did sort of surprise me tbh. Maybe one day he'll release the song he made for next years ESC, but it did seem to cause all of them a lot of ultimately unneeded stress... so I wouldn't be surprised if that's something released in the far future. I really do hope that Joost and his friends can spend good time healing from everything that has happened since May, whatever way they find suitable.

I don't think I'll be leaving this fanbase anytime soon (or will be able to LOL), but as we reach sunset of this "Europapa" Era, I want to say:

Gabberland Era here we come!!!

Love Always Wins #LAW

Unity forever and ever 💙💙💙

#JoostKlein2025

Be normal, be healthy

No matter where this future takes us, I'll be forever grateful to have Joost in my life 💚💚💚💚💚

Ty for reading my silly rant :'•} mwah mwah

Lord help me I'm about to type up all my thoughts about Joost after that interview 🙏🙏 /lh

#joost klein #Joostklein2025 #Joost klein droom groot #love always wins #autism ramblings #But fr if any other Joost enjoyer wants to be moots than I'd be glad to :]

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riddle-me-ri · 2 years ago

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Since you want Smut what about Arkham Mad Hatter fem!S/O riding him while saying “You look so good beneath me.”

A/N: whelp, looks like i’m gonna go cry…asdffgh I haven’t even gotten the opportunity to write Jervis like…well not normal..but non-smutty rip. Well, nothing like going off into the deep end of the pool (I’ve actually done that at the wee age I don’t recommend it but I miss that fearlessness tho) shout out to @mischievous-marchie whose loving, adoring ramblings of him has helped immensely with this.

Trigger Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI explicit sexual content (cowgirl position, unprotected sex, biting), and strong language

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Arkhamverse Mad Hatter x F!Reader - A Midnight Surprise

It truly was a miracle.

Your sweet, loving, devoting Jervis was back home.

After being under Strange’s selfish, cruel, and calculated thumb for a few years. Jervis was a free man like his other fellow rogues after the Protocol 10 ruling. Albeit stripped of his equipment, his work, and the time away from you. Strange had spun a convoluted tale of your demise to Jervis, beginning his quest for Alice anew.

You were always there though, always alive. Jervis didn’t even believe it was you, he was so twisted and confused from Strange’s shrilling cacophony of lies.

It’s been slow going, but your Jervis was finally coming back around. His eyes lit up whenever they met yours, his neutral smile ultimately widening like the Cheshire Cat’s in delight at the sight of you. Fractured as his mind was, he was able to piece back the memories of you.

However some habits don’t change, no matter how much trauma one goes through.

“Jervis…darling, it’s time to go to bed.” You called from behind the door to his work room.

“In just a moment, my dear. I’ll come join you in a minute, did you hear?”

You groaned. Pulling this man away from whatever project plagued his mind was almost as difficult as defeating the Jabberwock.

You had a card up your sleeve however, one that would benefit both you and Jervis.

You cleared your mind from the lewd tactic you had planned…in exchange for coming up with a decent rhyme. You have been with Jervis long enough to detect when he was experiencing an overwhelming amount of emotion…he tended to rhyme. Not to mention whenever you rhymed back, you could almost see his pupils turn heart shaped.

“Oh, Jervis, please would you join me in bed and stay until morn? Especially if there is a reward..in return?” Okay, that sounded more clever and flirtatious in your head.

Whatever effect you were hoping for, it worked. Jervis spun around from his desk on his beat-up swivel chair and almost rabbit-like bounced up from the seat.

“A surprise? Ooh what a delight! Perhaps I can turn in with you proper, if just for tonight.”

Okay, it’s kind of stupidly unfair how good he is at that.

Nevertheless you grab his wrists and gently drag him to your shared bedroom down the hall. Everything was going exactly according to plan…well, except for however the hell you were going to rhyme what you needed him to do.

“Errm..uhh…Jervis…it’s imperative for the surprise to be underway, that before you lay down, your clothes must go…away.”

You got an adorable chortle in response, unsure if it was from him understanding the implications of your surprise or the fact you were struggling to rhyme.

“I am under you control, for you I’ll do as I’m told.”

Unceremoniously, Jervis began stripping off his dress shirt, pants, and different colored socks. His signature hat, long hung up in his workshop.

“I admire your efforts, they don’t go unheeded. But if it’s troubling, you don’t have to rhyme, it’s not needed.”

You took a relieving gasp as if you were drowning and finally came back up for air. “Okay thank you, but I was doing all right, huh?”

Jervis chuckled in glee. “Indeed.” He made himself comfortable on top of the mattress, nude as the day he was born.

You could hear him softly whimpering behind you as he watched you strip off your nightgown. The only clothing you wore were your lacey sky blue panties. His favorites.

Stealing a glance over your shoulder, he looked absolutely delectable. Stretched out in the middle of the bed, about to be completely at your mercy.

You turned around and got on all fours on the bed. Slowly inching closer and closer to Jervis. His breathless pants becoming more erratic and loud as you got closer to him. You were hovering over him, slowly lowering yourself on top of him.

You felt the slightest pressure to your lace cladded core. Despite his rather short and lanky stature…he was decently thick and had a slightly above average length. That length was surely getting hard and was already trying to make headway to it’s final destination.

Chuckling, you rested your forehead along his. “Seems someone’s excited for their surprise.”

Jervis nodded, barely affirming with a whisper, “y-yes..”

You smiled sweetly at him, before cupping the sides of his face in both your hands. “My handsome hatter.” You purr before softly locking your lips with his.

As you two locked lips, you started to softly grind on Jervis’ member. You giggled as Jervis’ gentle moans tickled your lips, but you kept steady with your movements. Your hands raked down from his face towards his chest. You could feel his warm hands encompassing around your arms. His fingers traced your collarbone down to your chest.

It was your turn to moan into his lips, as he began kneading your chest. You had to break the kiss when he teasingly pinched one of your nipples.

“T-Two can tease, my sweet.” He breathed, somewhat pleased with himself. He pushed you back, to where he was sitting up against the headboard and you were straddling him.

You let out a small huff…so much for being in control, but this was his surprise. You figured you’d get what you wanted out of him, just as long as you were on top.

“I couldn’t have asked for a better teaser.” You whispered, before directing his lips by his chin back onto yours.

After more kissing and groping, you decided to give attention to the aching member just below you. You reached your hand down, and started to softly tighten your grip, with every tightened grip you languidly stroked him.

Words couldn’t describe what the piercing whimper he let out did to you. It made you dampen your underwear more than you cared to admit, but damn the sounds…his sounds were addicting.

You leaned in to the side of his face, you began kissing and softly suckling on his soft skin. Breaking his breathing between pants and soft moans. You swear you could almost cum then and there from his noises alone.

Abruptly, you broke your kiss from Jervis as you laid back on your haunches. You slowly began sliding your soaked garment off of you through one leg at a time, before tossing it to the side. You returned to your straddling position over Jervis’ lap.

You kept slowly pumping his cock, spreading the pre-cum from the head down to the base. After a few more pumps, you lowered yourself onto him, finally becoming one. Jervis let out a sharp hiss as your walls already began clamping around him. His fingers clutching your love handles for dear life.

After a moment to get used to the new pleasurable pressure. You grabbed his shoulders and slowly began going up and down, up and down, occasionally tightening your walls every time you went up.

Jervis was an absolute mess. Whimpers, stifled breaths, moans, and groans. He was like a naughty music box, and you were adamant to keep him wounded up, to keep him playing. His unruly hair, somehow became more so, caked to his forehead in sweat. His lips raw from kissing yours and biting his lower lip.

You began picking up your pace for a little bit and then slow down to a medium speed. Just when you were sure he’d reach his high, you slowed down.

“Aaahh…mmm…Ali-Y/N…please…stop…mmm…d-don’t tease..” He whined.

You couldn’t help the satisfied grin on your face, one that’d rival the Cheshire’s and even Jervis’.

“I can’t help it, darling.” You leaned your head to the side of his. Lips just centimeters from his ears. “It’s just…You look so good underneath me…” You kissed the skin just below his ear, before softly nibbling at it, causing Jervis to moan more.

Jervis’ nails pricked and poked your skin, you wouldn’t be surprised if it broke your skin. You knew he’d leave bruises no doubt. You wrapped your arms around his neck and bring him in for another passionate kiss.

Never once did you stop grinding on his cock, keeping a steady pattern, only speeding up occasionally. You had no doubt though that both of your peaks were near. Your walls anchored down as you began bouncing faster than before, and much longer too. All the way down to the base, and up, where just the tip of his head barely stayed in between your lower lips.

“J-Jervis…mm..fuck.” It was your turn to be a moaning mess.

In Jervis’ eyes, you were like the sirens or nymphs at sea, constantly luring him into a state of euphoria. When he was with you, the prospect of Wonderland wasn’t such a delusion, if not the evidence that it exists wherever you are. You are Alice, after all.

You didn’t recognize the piercing wail you let out, as you felt Jervis begin thrusting into you. Perfectly thrusting into you the exact moment you bounced down on him.

“Y-Y-Yes…shit…J-Jervis…please, please, please…”

Your hands reached down to the middle of his back, gripping onto him and whatever skin you could sink your nails into. Red irritated lines went up Jervis’ back, as you dragged them up and back to his shoulders.

The two of you kept a fast sloppy pace. Just trying to chase that inevitable sweet release that’s been building up slowly but surely. You could feel your gut tighten, and tighten with every collision of both your hips.

“Jerv..Jervis…s-s-so close.” You whined in his ear. You whine reached to a higher pitch when you felt him sink his teeth into the middle of your shoulder. Jervis stilled, you felt this cock throb and shake between your lips. Your walls in turn began convulsing around him, choking him like a vice. He brought his hand lower and began rubbing your clit with his thumb, giving you that final push over the edge.

“Jervis…” You squeaked, as your fingernails painted his skin in red again at the shoulders. Your nerves were shocked with vibrations and warmth all over. Your legs shook rapidly, Jervis placed his hands on your thighs to calm the muscles.

The two of you stayed still as an undisturbed pond on a golden afternoon. Trying to catch your breaths and revel in the delicious afterglow. Once you started gaining feeling in your legs, you began pulling off of Jervis, the emptiness causing you to let out a pathetic whimper. You collapsed on the other side of the bed beside Jervis.

You could feel the mixture of both your climaxes begin seeping out between your folds, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You felt Jervis flip over onto his side and you could feel his eyes on you. Stretching your legs, to keep the nerves from rapidly going back to sleep to recover, you flipped over on your side to look at him.

You brought your hand up to his face, softly caressing the prominent cheek there with your thumb.

“Did you like your surprise?” You whispered sweetly, as if you snuck him a cookie he wasn’t supposed to have this late as opposed to riding him to infinity.

“Oh, very much so yes, loved it even, dearest.” He took your hand that was on his cheek, and brought your palm to his lips, kissing it.

“I surmises…on future nights there will be more surprises…” He leaned his head against your shoulder.

“We’ll see, my handsome hatter. We’ll see.”

You both drifted off to a peaceful slumber, knowing as well as the sun would rise tomorrow.

There would be more surprises to come.

#whelp #i'm a go cry now #I have such mixed feelings about this #and it doesn't help I'm oversensitive af rn #but I couldn't stop thinking about this #and wanted it to be done #ri writes #arkhamverse mad hatter x reader #arkhamverse jervis tetch x reader #arkhamverse mad hatter x reader smut #arkhamverse jervis tetch x reader smut #does this make me a hatterhoe now?

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Hanged Man || Chapter 16: Through Rose Colored Glasses.

AO3 || Masterlist Pairing: Jacob Seed x Deputy Teagan Reyes Summary:The deputy gains clarity at Joseph's service. Faith visits the enforcer. Word count: 7200+

Warnings: heavy violence, blood mention, gun violence, minor character deaths, (forced) drowning. SOME FLUFF THO!

A/N: thanks to @hoesephseed for reading this over and supporting me through my ramblings and bs. I had to cut this short, but this is a rough ride even, and the future will be too. Enjoy and excuse errors. 💕

It was a usual morning, even for their planned strange Saturday mass, set in the Holland Valley at an old church the Project didn’t use anymore.

Teagan didn’t sleep well. Her emotions and anger ran wildly through her mind, but a routine morning walk helped. Only a bit.

Her cold mother’s words and the strange encounter with the Eden’s Gate Enforcer fueled her unsettled mind.

When she came home, the sound of oil on a skillet and the smell of breakfast filled her lungs when she took in the comforting scent. Jacob was preparing a morning meal for them before their possibly busy day.

Thankful for the food, Teagan sat at the counter. “You’re just turning into the regular househusband, aren’t you?”

“Maybe I just enjoy keeping things in order. I can be nice since you work so hard.” Jacob teased her when he joined her. Pointing her plate to go on eating.

Tearing into the breakfast sandwich, the fried egg bursting when she bit down, and the wonderful combination of the runny yolk and bacon almost washed away her worries.

With a hum of satisfaction, Teagan responded, “Well, I have to work hard; someone has to bring home the bacon. Sure as hell ain’t daddy..”

Jacob laughed, “I know, baby, the least I can do in return is cook you a meal. Make sure you stay strong and healthy. All that training can only do so much,” he said when he flung a hand towel over his shoulder before turning his back to her and waltzing to her living space.

Teagan rolled her eyes and continued her breakfast. Sipping her coffee before she said, “You know I take care of myself all the time.”

“I don’t doubt it, Teagan. But you can humor me.”

Just as she was finishing, she heard her stereo system come on. The old one her father gifted her, or just wanted to get rid of it, turning on and Jacob. Fiddling with the knobs. Wiping any dust down, he saw till he found just the right song.

It was an older song, an INXS song that he enjoined himself.

Jacob motioned her to him. Told Teagan to join him for just a moment. She only rolled her eyes, “What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to have a moment,” the Soldier smiled, “I need to show you some moves.”

The flush on Teagan’s freckled cheeks grew, and she dragged her feet when she walked over to her old man, “I have more rhythm in my left foot than you think. You should know.”

“Eh, I’m old, remember? Remind me.” He responded when he stepped behind her.

Jacob’s hands slid under her arms, lifting them a bit and out. Like Christ on the cross, only the wood was swaying behind him.

Don't ask me

What you know is true

Don't have to tell you

I love your precious heart

The smooth beat to the rhythm, Never Tear Us Apart, guides them. Teagan moved her hips with Jacob’s movements.

She smiled when his hands slid down to her hips. Moving and swaying to the beat of the music.

I was standing

You were there

Two worlds collided

And they could never tear us apart

Before he could get any ideas, she sighed softly against his cheek, “Jacob, I’d like a shower first.”

“In a moment,” he was so focused on Teagan. On their rhythm.

We could live

For a thousand years

But if I hurt you

I'd make wine from your tears

Jacob always was a music lover. One of her favorite qualities about him.

Their song goes on. And Teagan thought about Jacob and their last year or so. She didn’t find peace but confidence and strength. Jacob never belittled her, doubted her, or constricted her.

He just pushed her a little when Teagan needed it.

Before the two can get lost in the music filling their minds and their swaying. Teagan told Jacob, “Maybe if your fast enough cleaning up, you can join me in the shower.”

“Fuck the cleaning,” he responded, turning her around to throw Teagan over his shoulder as she laughed and to the shower.

After their not surprisingly long shower, the deputy pulled her hair up and twirled the curls into a bun. Small loose curls framed her face as she continued getting ready, slipping into a long sleeve red henley and some jeans. She pulled down the sleeves a bit, avoiding the faint scars from her encounter with Nelson so long ago. It was easier to pretend she couldn’t pay attention to the scars.

She noticed Jacob’s eyes on her, sighing to himself as he dressed himself. Dressing into his military fatigues from the clean basket of clothes.

“As pretty as you always are, you’re not gonna sport that uniform?” Jacob asked, referring to the shoddy and militant outfit his hunters wore.

Teagan shook her head, “Not my style,” she answered, “I’m sure the boss will forgive me this once.”

“Are you so sure he’s forgiving?” Jacob grinned as he stepped closer to her. Standing over her, she sat at the edge of the bed and nodded with a smile. He brushed her freckled cheeks and nose with his rough fingertips to kiss her. Leaning down and pressed his lips to hers.

She felt the slight tickle of his mustache on her skin, something she had grown so accustomed to.

As she sighed and peered up at him, her dark eyes meeting his, Teagan asked him again, “What was the reason for the service today?”

Jacob shrugged and chuckled softly, “Maybe John wanted to shake things up. Maybe he just wanted to piss you off.”

His baby brother made a point for the deputy to be there. Likely to make a show of power or just pick at her some more.

Teagan didn’t know and didn’t care, pathetic prick.

She was still enraged with his behavior the day prior and heavy with her own mother’s words and her encounter with Thomas.

So much more uncertainty with her place in Hope County. She didn’t feel welcome like before. Her brother was gone, and her mother and father had grown distant from her. Thomas. Nelson Rhodes.

It was just Jacob that made her enjoy being in that hellish hick place.

Teagan foolishly pulled her man by the belt, almost tempting him, “Why don’t we just stay home? And just lay in bed all day.”

The soldier leaned down to her, putting a hand on her chest and carefully pushing her to her back, “As tempting as that sounds, we’re expected.”

When she let out a little pouting whine, Jacob pressed into her. He embraced her and kissed her deeply after; said, “I’m sure we won’t be missed.”

“Hopefully, it won’t be long,” Jacob kissed her cheek and jaw. Planting small kisses on her neck, “Well, we don’t have to be on time?”

Teagan smiled and mewled when she felt his hands moving up her shirt while he nipped her neck, “Don’t forget you mentioned something about camping and focus training?”

His hands ran up her sides and to her bra, smiling against her skin. Still putting kisses to her soft skin. Just pull it down enough to massage her skin.

Teagan gripped his red hair tightly, moaning softly with his kisses and light sucking along her skin.

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The odd couple wasn’t as late as they thought they would be.

They were at an unfamiliar location or one unknown to her. A church Teagan had never been to. The bright sun illuminated the crisp white paint peeling from the years of worn and worship. Or just cheap.

It wasn’t very packed. Some chosen Teagan recognized ones she had tussled with during Jacob’s training; she noticed a few others.

“It’s a bit dead, right?” But Teagan asked Jacob as she held onto his arm, “I thought it’d be more packed.”

But he didn’t give much of an answer. Jacob seemed just as confused.

His blue eyes scanned the room as they stepped inside the church; old and worn, Jacob just shrugged, “Better this way. Means everyone’s working hard.”

A small scoff slipped out, and Teagan rolled her eyes.

Jacob left her one at the tall, bright windows illuminating the dark room.

There were no light fixtures, and the pews seemed older than the compound's. Just a large Eden’s Gate flag backdrop at the end of the church where Joseph stood with his brothers. Speaking to John so hushed and closed his eyes while he shook his head. Some shame in his gaze, but John’s wicked smile made Teagan think otherwise.

As Teagan tried to make sense of whatever John was mouthing, she jumped when she felt a slim hand wrap around hers. Big and lovely rings on the ring, middle, and index fingers; rings that have come across Teagan’s face once. Or twice.

Magdalena.

“Good morning, mamas,” her mother gave her a firm smile. Then, her dark eyes snapped to a pew next to them, “Sit with your mother.”

A deep heaviness grew in Teagan’s throat as she sat per her mother’s instruction. Just the two of them in the row while others scattered to their own seats.

Again, her eyes wandered as she took notes of the people at the Saturday mass. Mainly looking for Jacob to save her.

He was just off on the other side, in the back, standing with John as they spoke quietly. Jacob seemed just as tense as Joseph, while John smiled like a proud child.

Jacob just grinned at her. Maybe to be a comfort as she hated sitting with her mother.

While she sat with her, they made small talk. Her mom commented on keeping her curls up while her own braided. Magdalena fussed and brushed her curls out when Teagan took down her hair.

Teagan asked about her father, and Magdalena only said he wasn’t feeling well.

Magdalena spoke about her uncle’s distillery as Teagan scanned the old chapel. It was almost empty compared to other services. Joseph could pack a house, and this day had such few folks. And many had a rifle by them.

Teagan noticed it quickly. It was odd. Usually, only guards were armed. Not the flock.

Something in Teagan’s belly stirred, and she felt confused.

As Joseph addressed and welcomed his flock, Teagan jumped when she heard the doors slamming closed.

Joseph’s chosen, armed to the teeth. Prepared like guard dogs.

Rough and unruly looking ones.

Her mother’s hand gripped hers tightly to keep her still, “Did you apologize to John?”

“What? You’re not serious,” Teagan snapped quietly. She noted a Chosen on the other side of the room, to the far right, carefully going down the aisle along the big bright windows.

Teagan didn’t take her eyes off her surroundings, even her mother reprimanding her.

“You were out of line!” Magdalena scolded the young hunter in a hushed whisper, “You struck him when he has been good to you and your family. And what did Jacob think?”

“Jacob didn’t care.” Teagan snapped, “Besides, shouldn’t you be more worried about some random man harassing me all the time.”

Her mother only scoffed and dismissed it. Teagan only said, “Fine. Maybe he is not actively bothering me, but he messes with me every chance he gets.” Then she thought it had to do something with Thomas and how John envied him.

“Must not bother Jacob since John is ‘messing’ with you so much.” The petty words from her own mother silenced Teagan.

She could hear Joseph at the front of the church. She was only half listening; her focus was split between her mother and the armed men on either side of the church. She noticed Jacob on the other side of the room. Toward the back, his own eyes watching his brother.

Magdalena didn’t let up, “You think you’re so tough. Some combatiente, that’s your father raising you like a fighter and not like a lady.”

When Teagan tried to cut her off, her mother stopped her. The older woman went on, still gripping Teagan’s hand as Joseph spoke about loyalty and strength; she whispered, “You need to curb your anger, your rage; we don’t get to have that luxury to lash out. We’re better than that. You’re better than that. Letting some man rile you up like that…” She scoffed and shook her head. Her brown, greying curls swaying, “¡Qué ridículo!”

“Joseph did mention to me about you taking up Thomas’s place. An enforcer? I believe he said Jacob suggested it. I don’t know if it’s best. I told him you should be with me.” Magdalena went on.

But Teagan turned it out. She didn’t want to think about Thomas. Or even his job; Teagan didn’t know what that was if she was honest. Thomas was secretive, and she just assumed it was a security role. But considering what it did to them, Teagan would make sure to tell Jacob and Joseph she was uninterested if Teagan had the choice.

It wasn’t the best time for Teagan to bicker with her mother. She didn’t reply; it was enough to satisfy Magdalena while she listened to Joseph’s words.

“I have loved you all; I have embraced you children, and we are creating hope for our future together. But, unfortunately, we all suffer when one of our family strays and loses its way.” Joseph’s voice began to strain, “I have never turned away those sinners, those lost children, the ones that need our salvation. So many have found their way into our home. And have grown our cause in return. That is true loyalty, but not everyone is always grateful for our love.. We protect each other.”

Teagan noticed one man in a grey shirt and a hat a few rows before her. She had never seen him before. He kept looking down when others were fixated on Joseph; it was his row the chosen had stopped at.

“Mom,” Teagan quietly called to her mother, “Doesn’t something seem off?”

The question caught her mother’s attention, and when Teagan explained the emptiness of the church and the strange influx of firearms, her mother nodded.

Confused, Magdalena said, “That’s odd, yes. I don’t like rifles. Usually, it’s packed.”

Saturday masses weren’t uncommon, but Joseph could pack the house even then.

No one dared to miss his words. This was different.

Teagan patted her mother’s tense hand on hers, but before she could reassure her mother, a squirrely voice greeted the women.

It was the Baptist. His dark hair slicked as usual and all cleaned up, grinning with pride as he said his hello, “Mrs. Reyes, I am surprised to see you here.” Magdalena returned the grin with a gentle and warm smile, “Yes! I heard there was a service, and I would never want to miss Joseph’s inspiring words; do you know why there are not many of our brothers and sisters here?”

“And why does everyone seem to be armed?” Teagan inserted her observation, but John’s bright blue eyes only glanced at her. The same petty smirk he gave her when she smacked him for his snide remark.

John gave her a quick and bitter smile, “Nothing that concerns you, dear. Locals are getting rowdy.” Magdalena just said Ay Dios, then went on talking about how the people of Hope County have no respect.

After John agreed with the older woman, he mentioned that his sister requested Magdalena’s services. They were missing a specific compound, and it was apparent that the scientist was needed wherever Faith was. Teagan never knew where this greenhouse was. She never cared.

Magdalena looked to her daughter, her hand still holding hers, “You'll behave?”

“Yes, mama.”

Her mother nodded and kissed her daughter’s hand before leaving the row.

John only smirked and sighed when he plopped down next to Teagan. Listening to Joseph’s sermon till he told Teagan, “How are you enjoying your weekend, Deputy Reyes?”

Teagan ignored his question. Her eyes were still scanning the room and at the armed men. She excused herself, “I’m going to talk to Jacob.”

“Oh, bored already? I suppose you should while you can,” was all he said as he waved Teagan away with a shit-eating grin. Proud and shady.

The deputy just returned his gloating with a hateful stare, “I’m not bored. I just have no patience to deal with you.”

When she quietly snaked out of her row, he was by the window as she joined him. Teagan hadn’t noticed that Jacob had made his way to her side of the church.

Standing at his side as he stood straight and tall, she peered up at him as Joseph gave a passionate speech about how his flock can only grow with loyalty and devotion.

Handsome, his red hair and beard bright as the sun shines through the old paned windows. His scars were more prominent in the light, but Teagan only reached for the scarred hand and held it.

Jacob just eyed her when she said, “Is something going on?”

He shook his head, so casual and nonchalant. Sighing, “No. Everything is as it should be.” His blue eyes snapped to hers, “You wanna get out of here?”

His question was odd, considering their conversation earlier, “I thought we were supposed to be here. Anyway, why is everyone strapped?”

Again, he just shook his head. And said, “Let’s just go. Rather spend time with you before I get busy at the compound.”

Strange.

“You wanted us to be here all morning; what’s changed?” the deputy pressed her man more.

But he just said not now. And said again that they should just head home.

Joseph took in a deep inhale when he lifted his hand to his small flock, the sunlight on him like a spotlight as he went on, “God demands we save those lost souls whether they want to be saved or not.” His hands dropped to his side, his fist balling tightly.

Teagan’s gaze fell on Joseph as he continued his sermon while waiting for her answer from Jacob.

Again the Father spoke of his most faithful and how they protect their home. Then, his voice booming in the half empty church, he raised his other hand this time, “….and some will wish to harm us. Some will wish to destroy all that we have built here together.”

Joseph’s voice softened but grew cold. Harsh when his eyes fell toward Teagan’s side of the church when he said, “And some will betray us.”

As if his words were like a dinner bell, the chosen rows ahead moved quickly. Ripping the stranger from his place as he attempted to struggle, but a rifle to his cheek prevented that.

His hat fell to the ground, and people screamed to grab him. To purge the sinner.

Teagan’s dark eyes blew wide at the scene. Gasping quietly as the chosen hit the man again, John's quiet laugh diminished when he stood up from his seat and he ordered the soldiers to tie him and bring him to Joseph.

Everything felt slow, time stopping as Teagan tried to rush to aid the stranger but felt a quick and tight grip on her arm.

Her broken and rapid breathing did nothing for her anxiety when she glanced down at the heavy hand around her bicep.

Jacob. Her man had a firm hold on her and seethed through teeth, “Teagan. Don’t.”

“Let go of me,” she pulled at her arm, but he didn’t release her, “What the fuck is going on?”

She can hear Joseph’s flock shouting wind down when he said, “my children, please.” And the fighting stranger was brought to his knees in front of the father. The stranger's hands were tied behind his back, the deputy couldn’t see his face, but he kept it down from Joseph.

“Those in the outside world are blind.”

Joseph reached out for the man while Teagan balled her fist and repeated bitterly, “Get the fuck off me right now, Jacob.” She looked back to the commotion, “What the fuck are they doing?!” Her voice began to rise when Jacob’s grip grew tighter.

“They do not believe.”

Her man didn’t let go. Instead, his other hand grabbed her other arm and held her tightly.

He was cold and cruel when he ordered her, “This isn’t your fight. Stand down.”

She tells him again, “Get your fucking hands off me, Jacob.” A deep, engulfing rage boiling when his grip just tightened, “You wanna fight me, Jacob?”

He was quiet for a moment as he scanned her enraged eyes. Then lifted his chin and said, “Is that what you want? Cause I’ll let you take the first shot.” He answered almost immediately. His tone was bitter.

Her freckled face grew hot, “You know what happened to the last man that tried to hurt me?”

The soldier’s hands still held her in place as she answered her, “Yeah, honey. I buried him.” A cold and terrible answer that shut the deputy up.

Teagan felt the familiar bubbling rage build and her face grew hot when she and Jacob kept their eyes locked.

There was a coldness, a dark nature in his eyes and voice that Teagan had never witnessed; the church felt sick even, and Teagan, for the first time, didn’t feel the comfort Eden’s Gate provided. And she didn’t trust Jacob.

A twisting and nauseous sensation built up more when she realized that she was afraid of him at that moment.

Jacob’s hunter and the deputy didn’t move, though. Ignoring the silent mumbling of Joseph’s flock.

The deputy didn’t want to break her focus from Jacob. She was afraid if she looked back just once, he could do anything to her. Could rush her.

“They have no faith.”

Every instinct told Teagan to bite back, to shove her man to the whimpering stranger on his knees. Helpless while armed men stood over him at Joseph’s side while the pastor’s hands held the man’s face. Hushing him to calm the man’s frantic nature.

But Teagan made the mistake of looking back at him. Her dark chocolate eyes snapped back and forth to Jacob’s stern gaze and to the commotion up at the front.

The yellow glasses hid the terrible look in the deranged preacher’s eyes when Joseph said, “But I will make them see,” and the tips of his thumbs pressed into the stranger’s eyes.

Deputy Reyes watched in horror as Joseph shoved his thumbs into the man’s eyes with no emotion but a hateful grimace.

The man’s cries and screams caused the small woman to grip Jacob’s fatigues, burying her hot face instinctively. Whimpering and gasping into Jacob’s chest as his grip grew tighter. Dark, soft curls fell to cover her cheeks. Like a blanket over her as she blocked out the terrible sounds.

The sounds of the poor stranger’s screams slowly grew quieter, and a body dropped.

When the stranger’s sounds ceased, the deputy was trembling and trying to keep in her broken gasps when she glanced down at Jacob’s holster. Eyeing his pistol.

Everything in her, all her little voices and instincts, told her to grab it. She didn’t know what she could do with it. But she only thought of the still stranger at the front. And that Joseph was the cause of it.

Joseph was at the root, but so many emotions began to stir and mostly ones of guilt. The guilt of not seeing sooner what was going on. John and Jacob’s calm nature, the hate and vague rumors against the Project. It all made sense. It made sense that she was stupid enough not to see the truth. And let herself be fooled and blinded.

But she needed to act against the man with blood on his hands.

Teagan hesitated to look at Jacob or Joseph.

Scarred hands still held her tightly, even when she found the courage to peek up through her curls. But Jacob was watching his brother. While eyes focused on Joseph, Teagan felt his chest rise with a deep breath against her palms. Inhaling and tensing his jaw, frustrated.

She was a fool to look back. When she did, Teagan saw Joseph’s bloodied hands raised to the heavens. His expression was tender and grateful, as if God was praising him for his act.

It was fucking nightmare. Teagan’s knees could buckle, and she collapsed and vomited there. She felt sick watching Joseph bask in his victory, John grinning like the devil, and Jacob’s tight hold.

Her throat went dry; her stomach twisted when she finally looked up to Jacob.

The blue eyes she’d grown to adore was dark and cold. His lips were tight when he instructed her, “I’m going to walk you out, calmly.”

But Jacob should’ve known his woman better. Teagan didn’t move. She only stared up at him. Her dark eyes glared with growing resentment. Her lips parted enough to show her gritting her teeth together.

Baring her teeth like a rabid dog when Jacob shook his head, “You won’t win this fight.”

This wasn’t her man. This wasn’t the fabricated boyfriend she loved. And at that moment, Teagan had to act against this new foe.

“Get your hands off me, Jacob,” she said in a hushed order. Her eyes locked on Jacob’s when he told her again that she couldn’t do anything and she would lose this fight.

“I’m doing this for your own protection,” He told her, “I knew you weren’t ready.”

The last comment only enraged her, and Teagan acted quickly when she threw her knee as hard she could into Jacob’s crotch. Taking advantage when he let go of her arms and hunched down in pain, throwing her forehead into Jacob’s face. She could think of the now growing headache; she had to reach for Jacob’s firearm.

Everything was a blur after that. When Teagan pulled the pistol from his hip, she didn’t waste time aiming at the Father.

Her rage took over, and things went black. Teagan could hear shouting, and when she shot the gun, a hard strike to her cheek caused her to miss.

Wrestling with a Chosen soldier over the pistol as another went behind the deputy and lifted her up. Teagan shot the gun again, killing the man that tried to pry the weapon from her.

It did nothing; within seconds, the man behind her threw her to the ground while another held her hand to the floor. Ignoring her swears and threat when the man twisted her wrist till she dropped the firearm.

Teagan’s screams filled the church now, and she could hear some gasps but more so Joseph telling his flock, “Some of our brothers and sisters do not understand. They’re afraid. It’s our place to guide them..”

Her throat would shred if she kept her shouting up. Whimpering and screaming, “Get the fuck off me!” while she kicked her feet. Pulling at her hands to throw her fist into the Chosen’s jaw, but it only freed her hand for the moment.

Jacob was nowhere in her line of sight. She wanted to call and plead for him to help her, but she hated him. Hated him at that moment when she didn’t see him or when he held her tightly.

Staring her down like a snake. Ready to devour her if she moved too quickly.

There wasn’t any time to worry about Jacob when she saw John from the corner of her crying eyes.

She swore she could hear him laugh, but she kept pulling at her hands and kicking her feet when she caught the glimpse of a knife.

A knife that John seemingly played with when he opened it, standing with his men when he hunched down over the deputy. His tacky coat with plains trailed all over, hitting the ground.

A commanding voice echoed through the church as Joseph told his unsettled sheep, “Do not worry for our sister. I said some would betray us, and this is our example. Now, we must prepare. Prepare our loyal family for what’s to come.”

When John waved the knife, Teagan never stopped trying to free her hands and feet, “Now listen, dear, I can’t promise this one will be painless if you keep squirming.”

She was unsure what the fuck he was talking about, but it only terrified her more.

Teagan jumped when she heard a deep, booming, familiar voice, “John. That’s enough.”

It was Jacob on the ground across them, some of his soldiers tending to his busted lip and bloodied nose.

He was huffing and panting to catch his breath, lazily demanding John to stop scaring Teagan.

Still trembling and her lip shivering as she fought her sobs, Teagan watched John sheepishly collect himself.

Pushing back his loose hair, adjusting his shirt, and putting his knife away, “Yes, brother.”

“Take her to the ranch,” Jacob said with a broken, tired sigh.

His hazed blue eyes caught Teagan’s burning dark eyes. They were hateful, tearing into his with the restatement. Fear.

Teagan kept her sobs in when she looked at Jacob. She wanted to be thankful, but she did not understand her situation.

She wanted just to weep.

When Joseph asked his church to join in a hymn, John took it as the go-ahead. Having his people grab Teagan’s limbs, carrying her out of the church as she screamed.

Yelling, “No!” and “Get your hands off me!” and more threats. None at Jacob. She couldn’t think of him.

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It was closing time at the Marina, and the owner and her young man made sure to head to town for a good night.

Naturally, Ms. Drubman tried to get Thomas to join them, but he just denied her.

He cleaned up the shop as usual. Hosing the docks down as the sun set on the Montana waters was comforting and serene.

The atmosphere was just the right amount of cool and hot to allow him to wear a mesh crop top he had just purchased at a garage sale.

He was sure they gave it to him for .50 cents to get rid of him when they saw the tattoo on his forehead. His sins riddled along his deformed body. Thomas began to wear his ball cap backward to at least hide the tattoo as much as he could. To feel more normal.

It was the day James and Marshal were meant to gather more intel on Joseph. Thomas’s ticket out of Hope. And to make sure Teagan was safe out of harm's way.

So close. I’m still a good man. Just a bit longer.

The former peggie started looking up the California lifestyle, checking trades he could learn while incarcerated. He was almost excited to work on his GED inside. He even cut down his smoking.

He smiled to himself, thinking of all the possibilities his future could have. And just hoped his friend would be there.

Thomas owed her that much.

When he finished sweeping the floors and taking out the trash, he heard a knock on the door of the marina.

Knocks grew more frantic the longer he took. When he looked out the glass, he saw the sweet familiar face of Faith Seed.

Her light brown locks flipped as she looked around her; she was shaken when she called out to Thomas.

Thomas told her friend to hold on while he switched off the cameras. Adelaide would kill him if she saw Faith there.

“Faith! Are you okay?” He said as soon as she entered when he unlocked the door. Holding her flushed face.

Faith was panting rapidly, whimpering when she embraced Thomas, “Oh god! Tom! Something’s going on!”

He offered her a seat and a drink of water to calm down, “Faith, are you okay? No one’s hurt you, right?”

The young woman shook her head. Taking in a deep breath before she spoke. Faith’s words were careful as she calmed down, “Oh, Tom. James is gone! He just disappeared!”

His face soured with confusion, twisting when she went on to say that James packed up with a woman and left town.

“I don’t understand! He’s gone but… oh god. He’s betrayed us, Tom.” She choked up a sob, “He brought the authorities here!”

No, no, no. Fuck! No! Thomas’s face went white. He tried to keep a stone expression and to keep himself composed. What about the Marshal?

Tom wondered if she was there to beg him to bring James back. To put him down like he did Mr. Collins.

He could only guess as he asked, “What authorities, Faith? What are you talking about?”

Faith went on to tell Tom about the events at the church. Joseph attacked the Marshall, gouging his eyes out, and had him taken to Jacob’s armory. “He was there recording Joseph! He could’ve had some setup for all we know, and the police could have it.” She wiped the tears from her hot cheeks, “I’m so sorry to burden you. It’s just so scary to think about us losing our home.”

Thomas didn’t say anything. He just bit his lip and exhaled. His hands shook as his anxiety built at the thought, my way out is gone. A US marshal is dead and the trail leads to me.

He couldn’t shake his fears and worries when Faith embraced him, weeping and telling him she was afraid.

When she asked him why he was shaking, “I’m sorry, Faith. This all so much, and I’m sorry you’re so shaken. I just haven’t had a cigarette for a bit.”

She laughed softly and smiled, “It’s okay. I’m sorry, too! But I have something else to tell you.”

This is it. This is when she pins me as the rat.

Faith looked to the ground and stepped back, “It’s about Teagan..”

Any fear he had, tripled when he heard the name. And he grabbed Faith’s shoulders gently, leaning away to lock his gaze on her, “What about Teagan?”

“She’s…. She went crazy! Teagan lost it at the church!” Faith started to throw her hands up. Her face red and her hands trembling, “She shot at Joseph and killed Benny! Teagan even attacked Jacob! It took four men to put her down!”

Faith's voice cracked with worry, and her hand caressed Tom’s pale face, “John took her to the ranch. I’m sorry.”

The ranch was a nightmare for anyone against the Project. John's torture and terrible acts on unfaithful and less cooperative souls were unspeakable. And Teagan was on her way there.

A sour feel in Thomas’s belly and throat built at the thought, and he realized Faith. He almost wanted to collapse, “When did they send her there?”

“Uh.. just a bit ago.”

“Ok. Ok, Faith. You know what John is. I need to get my stuff from the back, and I’ll head there.” Tom stammered and tried to calm himself, “You’ll come with me?”

Faith’s thumbs picked at each other, “Do you think that’s wise?”

She jumped when he shouted her name and shuddered a “Please. She doesn’t deserve that.”

The young woman nodded and said okay. He hugged her tightly and thanked her. Kissing her forehead gratefully and telling Faith he’d be right back.

Rushing to the back of the store, to the bait room where they kept tubs of minnows and goldfish. Tom quickly grabbed his backpack and stuffed his grey sweatshirt inside, his hat, and nicotine gum. He heard the front door bell when he reached for the keys to lock up.

He had called out to Faith, asking her if she was there. But it was a tall wormy face bastard that answered.

Jordan Hayes stepped into the bait room, grinning from ear to ear, “Hello, brother. Been a while.” A deep scar was heavy across his cheek when Teagan smashed her cast on his face.

Tom shook his head with a bitter smirk, “Fuck. She played me?” He asked, tossing his backpack to the ground, “what is it, Jordan?”

“Dues,” Jordan quickly answered. The tank standing tall when another two chosen stepped into the bait room.

Hayes glanced around the room, “You seem like you're in your element. Bottom feeding in the trash like the little rat you are.”

“Fuck you,” Thomas snapped at Jordan, taunting him “This all some trick to fucking kill me? Do you really need three assholes to do it? That’s sad.”

There was silence for a moment. The only sound was the filter to the bait tanks going. The innocent fish were oblivious to their hostile environment while the Peggies were staring down their cornered brother.

“You seem to have forgotten you owe John a favor,” Jordan laughed, and Thomas bit down the urge to rush him.

It took Thomas everything not to beat Jodan’s face in when Tom told him to fuck off.

“Apparently, you owe John for getting your little deputy out of trouble,” Jordan said as he picked at some dirt under his nails, “What our Faith said was true. James bailed with some woman ratting to some cop. The nerve to bring him to the church too, but we knew about that.” A slight grimace appeared on Jordan’s face when he brought up Teagan, hate in his voice when he touched a nasty scar on his face, “And Ms. Reyes is… Incapacitated at the moment.”

Thomas felt his blood boil and cut Jordan off, pointing to his former brothers, “Enough of this shit. Why are you here?”

A foolish question. Tom knew why they were there. Another hunting trip, hunting his friend. Taking James and the reporter out of the picture. And Jordan confirmed it, “Joseph and John have requested you seek out James and this stranger. And… do what you do best.”

“No,” Tom was firm. He was out, and he refused to bloody his hands anymore for the sake of Eden’s Gate.

It seemed that Hayes was anticipating Thomas’s answer. Jordan looked to his two other companions with a slight smirk, and he hummed to himself, “You see, John was sure you’d refuse. So there is an unpaid debt.. And I have been instructed to make sure it is cleared.” A life for a life. James or Thomas. He couldn’t worry for Teagan yet. He had to hope that Jacob kept her breathing. Tom knew that this was his death sentence. And Joseph assumed he would kill in his name and beg for his forgiveness.

“Well… John should’ve come himself for this.”

Jordan shrugged, “Busy..” he let out a deep exhale before scratching his unruly beard before he stepped out of the doorway. The other chosen followed suit, “If you refused your dues and after the kindness the family has shown you, you know what comes next.” After Selena and Rose, the Seeds had no more room for pity. Thomas had to accept it. His life was nothing, he had no future now that Marshall was killed. James could have a future still.

Hesitant, Thomas stepped forward as the Peggies moved away from the door. Letting him through, only Thomas wasn’t ready to die. Not at the hands of some cultists.

When he felt a hand from the shorter chosen reach grab his shoulder, Tom took the chance to throw his elbow into the man’s nose. Shoving him back while throwing a punch into the other lackey’s jaw. Another one quickly before he could fight back.

Thomas was fast, and when Jordan grabbed his shirt, he was thankful the thin mesh fabric ripped.

Tom stumbled a bit when Jordan pulled him, but it didn’t stop him from rushing him. Getting the upper when Jordan struggled to stay on his feet. And slid back on the slick tile, falling on his back.

Quick to take the chance, Tom dropped down. Grabbing Jordan’s shirt collar and slamming his tight fist into the man’s face.

Over and over, each heavy hit was anger and frustration being released. Tom’s hands going for Jordan’s neck.

He felt Jordan’s hands reach you to his face. His sweaty blonde locks fell down as Jordan tried to claw at his flushed face. His neck. Anything as he struggled to breathe.

Everything that Thomas had gone through, his pain and suffering, came pouring out when he tightened his grip around Jordan’s throat.

Tom fought the tears in his eyes from the built up emotion.

One of the chosen slammed his rifle into Tom’s back and pulled him by his blond hair off Jordan, causing the young man to fall to the side.

Tom fell onto one of the bait tanks, the sweet little minnows swimming frantically from the sudden impact. As he tried to pick himself up with his hands on the sides of the open tubs, he felt one of them grab his wrist and his head. Trying to shove him down into the water.

When a steady hand slipped, Tom lost his balance. His face was inches from the water before he heard the smug voice behind him.

Jordan called a rat motherfucker and assisted his soldier, pushing Tom’s head into the tank.

The water was colder than he imagined. An Immediate panic sank in and he began to frantically trash. Trying to push back from the hold, trying to throw his one free hand back against anything.

But his panicking and fighting back did nothing to save him. It felt like time was slipping by as he began to struggle to keep his breath. His mind slipping away as he tried to fight it, trying to keep awake as the men kept his head under the water.

Little minnows swimming so excitedly around him. As if terrified while Tom’s fighting started to cease, and his body grew slack as his blue eyes closed as he slipped away.

When his body went limp, the three Peggies let go of him. Tom’s body drops to the ground, a puddle of water built up from the fighting and now from Tom’s wet body.

Jordan’s bloodied nose and swelling lip aching him. He shoved one of the men when they snickered and said, “Tom always was a fighter.”

“Throw him in the River. Let him be someone else’s find,” Jordan commanded the men. Proud of himself. Killing Joseph’s favorite, Faith’s favorite. The brother that everyone loved but Thomas was nobody. Jordan cared. He dedicated his life and riches to the project, while Tom was only loved for his pretty smile.

It was Jordan’s turn for that praise and love.

“It’s done, Sister,” Jordan told Faith when he stepped outside.

Faith was weeping and sobbing. She didn’t want to hear how Jordan did it, “He was a good man.” She smiled as tears poured down her face. Jordan fought the urge to cradle the young Seed. She would move on and see this as a show of his devotion.

One of the chosen rushed out of the store, “Sister Faith! It’s.. well, Thomas is still breathing a bit.”

Faith looked at Jordan, shocked and disappointed. A small rage in her face as she glared at the anxious chosen.

Faith collected herself and lifted her face. Her sweet face turned red as she scowled when she ordered her men, “Take him back to the bunker. I’ll handle this..”

#im sorry!!!#everything's fine #oc: teagan reyes #oc: thomas keller #fic: hanged man #jacob x teagan #x: be my victim #jacob seed x deputy #jacob seed #far cry 5 fic #fleetwood fics

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thenastyotherblog · 3 years ago

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Morning & Night Routines

Present Mic x reader

Morning

• Hizashi is a morning person, he gets up as soon as his alarm goes off ready to face the day.

• How he does it having three jobs you really don't know, may be a secondary quirk or witchcraft.

• At the second ring of his alarm he's up, stretching and yawning.

• Usually Mic will get up almost immediately but most times he will stare lovingly at your sleepy form.

• It's hard for him not to give in and sneak an extra 5 minutes, you look just so cute and cozy!

• Wakes you up with a kiss.

• "Good morning Songbird~ time to get up"

• If you don't wake up he will pepper your face with more kisses until you eventually do.

• "Ok ok I'm up! Stop that! It tickles!"

• He likes when you wake up with a smile.

• But if you are being extra hard to wake up there is only to options:

• Either, Mic will carry you princess style or he will absolutely drag you off bed by your ankles. Don't test him, he will.

• I'm almost certain this man has a skincare routine.

• Hizashi taking his sweet time in the bathroom cuz he has to style his hair to his hero hair.

• Is mesmerizing to watch.

• You share the morning tasks such as cooking breakfast, make coffee and pack lunch.

• Likes to keep you close, sneak little kisses everywhere he can or just a gentle touch to your arm or neck.

• Silent breakfast. May be cuz you two are still a bit sleepy or just to enjoy each other before whatever the day brings.

• Holding hands even if that makes eating a bit more difficult.

• You help him warm up his voice every morning before going out.

• He gotta warm up right?

• You like to put your fingers against his neck while he hums some scales.

• You two go through a check list before going out so neither of you forget something.

• "Keys?" Check!

• "Phone?" Check!

• "Wallet?" Check!

• "Lunch?" Check!

• "Kiss?" Double check!

• Mic giving you a ride to your workplace or at least to the nearest bus/train station.

• Likes to drive you more tho, more time to be with you!

• Obligatory off key singing all the way there.

• Goodbye kiss. Maybe two or three.

• If you insist to take the public transportation so he won't be late, you text him when you get in and out, also when you get to your work.

Night

• So this man has three jobs.

• Expect him to get home very late.

• You text him when you get back home, always reply with a: "wish I was there with you :( "

• And a "Don't forget to tune in!"

• Of course you don't.

• You always listen to his show, wouldn't even dare to miss it.

• While you listen you prepare dinner and do any other tasks.

• Mic texting you while on breaks.

• As I say, he usually comes back home very late and while you try to stay up to welcome him you are out most of the time.

• But the times you don't.

• You wake up the moment Mic puts his keys in.

• "Welcome home" you say half asleep, all wrapped in your blanket.

• "I'm home" He replies as he hugs you and kiss your forehead.

• "You didn't have to wait for me"

• "I wanted to"

• Honestly Mic is just so moved by that.

• You help him take off his speaker, running your fingers down his neck as he hums yet again for you to check his vocal cords.

• Some steam inhalations too.

• Help this poor man's hair to get out of the Present Mic's hair.

• Make him sit while you spray water into his hair and brush it a little.

• He loves it.

• I read this somewhere but can't find the original post please do let me know cuz honestly yes.

• Keeping him company while he eats dinner.

• If Mic is too tired he will only take a quick shower and go straight to bed.

• But other times you will run him a warm bath, nice smelling candles and all.

• Oh he is so grateful.

• You talk about your respective days while you cuddle in bed.

• Both of you are tired as hell but want to spend time together as much as you can.

• You inevitably falling asleep even when you told him a minute ago that you weren't that tired.

• Mic sighs because you look so cute when you sleep.

• Kissing you before he holds you close, your face nuzzling into his chest.

• Sleepily saying an "I love you" against him

• "Love you too Songbird"

• He falls asleep hearing your breathing.

#present mix x reader #hizashi yamada x reader #present mic headcanons #present mic

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crumble-system · 3 months ago

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☣️ Nyx -im adding the previous tags but now we're home we can like do another reply that has more like brains

This was really sweet whoever sent this, especially for like things that have been going on that like nobody else knows but like this system.

note we're gonna ramble a shit ton so under the cut <3

🧯Conner - We always love asks like these, especially when we don't expect them. But this did cheer us up a good bit.

Especially because we've been bed rotting just a bit because the consequences of not having meds nor therapy rn while having gone through THE horrors of this and last year of having alot of our Hugest trauma of our adolescence just becoming raw again. [this is also why mockingjay, philly & blaze 2 EXIST]

which has led us to just remember alot of the struggles that led us here.

also the many fucking jumpscares (though like all of them went positively and the people who did accidentally jumpscare us have been the best of sports & have VASTLY outweighed the negative of the original terror from being spooked)

🎱Ribs - YEAH I've definely like been told actively by alot of people of how much we like bring light & warmth to our friends and acquaintances. which has helped alot at Not being as like unstable as we would've been elsewise with all the curveballs and twists.

ALSO getting back in contact with people we were worried abt contacting & missed, helped a fuck ton because they'll all been fuckin supportive as hell.

plus telling the one (aka the dude who came into our notes like "idk if u hate me but i miss you and worried abt you" while I WAS literally venting abt missing them & being worried abt them was funny ngl) that like, WOOPS I'm here bcs of you & them being supportive as they can but still learning as a singlet helped <33.

UHHH also like getting SUPER GENUINE love from the people who we were missing and got into contact into with helped A TON. also telling them all parts of the Why Man saga helped & getting like support for what the fuck that lil shit put us thru.

adding that said person whose why I fromed also like helped during what blaze is GONNA probs talk abt

🔥Blaze - ILY BABE (ribs)

OKAY so the person who caused ribs to form, unknowningly has kind of helped me a ton to be able to help the person who got ME to form.

Which like it felt so fucking GOOD being able to do what I did recently to help said person whose why I'm here. I FUCKING improved. I GREW and I CHANGED for THE BETTER.

it's like been so funny seeing like within like a year go from one of the most DISTRUSTED to be in front due to being much more of a Perseuctor/Perpetrator combo AND JUST. Very much ACTING out because nobody in this fuckin system was listening BCS our communication was SHIT.

TO being like one of the most trusted & seen as one of the better protectors & alters to deal with stressful convos and shit to de-escalate things when the going gets ROUGH.

THE PERSON who caused me to form I don't think they REALIZE fully yet that when I said "Yeah, I was actually there for that." I LITERALLY MEANT. I FORMED THERE. AND WE WERE THERE. AND THATS WHY. THAT MEME WAS SO TERRIFYING.

BUT YKNOW HOW IT GOES, I WAS KING. DID GET JUMPSCARED BY THE DUDE CONNER ALMOST WENT TO WHEN RIBS FORMED & WHEN I FORMED NOT TOO LONG AFTER NOT TOO LONG AFTER.

also got jumpscared by THE DUDE who let us into the server where I formed, like a week later... IT WAS just to say "there's a scammer in general" but now i get cursed to see that he's fucking playing roblox now. BCS discord thinks its funny.

so like I have been RIDING the high of helping the person who caused me to form and MAKING SAID PERSON LAUGH. BCS said PERSON deserves to HAVE A GOOD DAY.

☢️ Prodigy/(Doxie) - I AM only in front for a moment to reply to this as for understandable reasons the others dont want me in front rn, and i dont wanna be either

THO I love my friends who knew me when I was still bumbling around as a newbie & the ppl ive met after coming back in EARLY 2024.

we need therapy & meds, and i need to work on myself way more b4 I can be in front for extended periods of time and not at all rn.

🦀Pablo - IM also only in front to write my piece & then peace out because ya im working on my issues too.

the message was kind and love it! ty, me & prod are going back to work on ourselves.

(we are also still working on an apology, just NOT a good time for us to attempt that)

🍋 Gayle - Yeah we've kept moving forward despite everything that's happened in the past, or how much THIS year keeps testing our strength.

like oh my god, ribs, conner and blaze u mfers are so fucking strong. i COULD not do the shit those three have been doing.

i just kind of applaud those three for being brave because they want to protect their found family of friends. AND also being strong enough to talk thru issues and shit with others.

also thank them for helping me with all the FONT bullshit <3

🎃Skull - also thanking them for help w the FONT bullshit, and also ty blaze for not teasing me abt my source once u realized that I had a legit issue with it. and also making that whole party for everyone who looks like one of our abusers, that cheered me up a ton.

🍬Candy - yeah yeah thank you blaze for helping skull be more confident, and also for sitting with me when my other thing I am the holder of gets bad when skull isn't able to. & also like helping for when you blaze, ribs or conner notice when I'm starting that ..down that road..

also ty for the multiple white & blue/blue&white hater party in headspace ribs and blaze. that shit has been fun to work through all that shit.

🌟Philly - YEAH they (as in more the others, the G6 [2015-2019] gang specifically aka Conner, Ribs, Gayle, Prod, Blaze and Nyx) really were really touched by this.

I know they've been going thru a helluva time, it's kind of why I exist. beacuse of the whole, the person who caused ribs to form & the person who caused blaze to form literally jumpscared those guys by posting ACCIDENTAL jumpscares that were close enough TO said EVENTS that they both got worried.

which led to blaze 2 and me splitting off and yknow being here to curse y'all.

UHHH IDK what I have to say abt this because like.. I am sort of apathetic, and just NOT emotional. think like coping shit + like latching onto my source being specifically Philly in (CRAB MAN SERVER). which kind of got their emotions removed.

🧲Blaze 2 - <333 iDK WHAT 2 SAY MYSELF.

the others DID really well. BUT we have been celebrating our acomplishments, THO more like privately. because god i cannot tell any of yall how fucking much the others and generally the system want to be LOUD and PROUD for how far they've come

Along with HOW much they just wanna say HOW MUCH they love the ppl they consider friends OUTLOUD AND PUBLIC, THEYRE just very much dealing with RSD and BPD BEING BITCHES.

SO they've been subdueing themselves even more, even if they wanna do it. ALSO bcs they wanna respect ppls boundaries, it's why they're NOT saying CERTAIN NAMES. OF PPL THEY LOVE.

ribs though blaze classic is done making fun of your whole CLOWN ACT abt seeming like you hated ppl but in reality you genuinely missed them though weren't letting yourself say that bcs you did not want to seem weak and were dealing with paranoid of others trying to hurt them just to get to us.

im not, im saying it outloud MF. you don't get to just tell sweetfinlet abt it. GET EXPOSED FOR ALSO BEING A LOVER.

🐦Mockingjay - THEY'VE BEEN CELEBRATING A TON OF THEIR VICTORIES.

👑Waldemar- HELL YEAH handshake, im joining you im exposing blaze proper.

clarity abt the vents is that alot of reprocessing of old events had to happen because the censored person triggered alot of alters heavily enough that they regressed & Lost access to the Full truth of the past

Very much they had to process things in a way very similar the Psychonauts 2 Level, "Psi King's Sensorium"

With the whole Confirmation Bias, Law of association, Confabulations, and just the memories were twisted.

This person also Accidentally began to use alot of tactics that older abusers & toxic ex-friends would use on us in the past, as they were Way more dependent on us than we were on them and in a misguided effort for connection they attempted to make us more dependent on them.

(or at least we hope it was accidental, that's what we want to believe. despite it all.)

Also the censored name is not crab man bluzombie nor why man willie. It's censored as despite it all we don't want ppl to find nor attack that ex-friend, they're Not worth the effort.

THERE'S A BUNCH OF WIP POETRY THEY'VE BEEN DOING SINCE 2023 and HAVE working ON pUTING IN A VIDEO. TO SHOW THEY LOVE THEIR FRIENDS

ITS SAPPY AS SHIT. IDC IF THEY CALL ME HOMOPHONIC.

🎆Flare - (I WAS BLAZE 2 BEFORE THE OTHER ONE, BUT NO BLAZE LETS HIM BE BLAZE 2 BUT I HAVE TO BE FLARE IM STILL PISSED)

I'm stealing this from MJ but...

I LOVE THEM, BUT THEY'RE A MESS. THIS SYSTEM IS KIND OF MY FOUND FAMILY OF IDIOTS.

THEY'rE CRYING OVER ONE OF THE POETRY THEY ALL WROTE FOR THAT. THIS IS A NEWER ONE.

"As I always wanted as a kid, to hang with people ; friends to just

Talk together for hours, or just exist silent as we both do our own things

Go on adventures with

Dispell eachothers worries with

Be not just seen, but also accepted whole heartedly

...

And I've found those people

Even for some it took some time to realize they were still there"

🌤️Mr A - Everything eventually will be okay, and that's what keeps us going. Also spite. Alot of spite.

Love keeps us going more though, we are filled with love always.

🧃Sour - I AM still GETTING uzed 2 being here again, ESP with the huge party we GOT now. BUt yea this is sweeettt. felt like i should say somethin

🍐Wasabi - YEAH this is NICE. I like the ENERGY we've been getting, this is why I keep refusing to leave front BUT im too shy to talk to the nice ppl we've been around. </3. im still halted by these haunting memories but im getting stronger, I will be as annoying if not MORE annoying than the others. u hear me

🍾Sparkling - I don't front as much these days as I'm helping with headspace matters but <3 this was nice.

🌝Allie - I just wanted to :3333, i have nothing to actually add. I'm just a special uwu. i need attention.

🕹️First- idk im dancing. ik we need to do owed art but that's a tomorrow thing, we're still having a moment. they'll understand.

🌼Just a gentle reminder that you bring a special kind of light and warmth to the world that often goes unnoticed by you, but it is so incredibly meaningful. Despite everything you've faced, you keep moving forward, and that’s something to be really proud of. Celebrate accomplishments, big and small. Your existence matters. You matter. The world is absolutely a better place with you in it, there is no argument there. Keep believing in yourself and growing, because you make a difference just by being you. Everything will eventually be okay and you are worthy of proving that true. 🌼🌼Just a gentle reminder that you bring a special kind of light and warmth to the world that often goes unnoticed by you, but it is so incredibly meaningful. Despite everything you've faced, you keep moving forward, and that’s something to be really proud of. Celebrate accomplishments, big and small. Your existence matters. You matter. The world is absolutely a better place with you in it, there is no argument there. Keep believing in yourself and growing, because you make a difference just by being you. Everything will eventually be okay and you are worthy of proving that true. 🌼

OUR REACTIONS TO THIS,

Never know how 2 react when ppl actually say love affirmations to us wholeheartedly but ty ty

ESP LIKE when we're in these depressive isolation episodes that we get in

Though we're getting better at dealing with em

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