#maybe it’s the juice lol I’ve never seen the juice

[prismaticpichu]

Fandom’s biggest questions: is Sephiroth being controlled by Jenova? Is Aerith going to die in Rebirth? Is Vincent… is Vincent Sephiroth’s father….?

Pichu’s biggest question:

WHY ARE THESE BLATANTLY PURPLE APPLES CALLED BANORA WHITES???? WHO DECIDED THIS???? YOU’RE TELLING ME THIS MINUSCULE SPLOTCH OF PALENESS AT THE BOTTOM IS ENOUGH TO DICTATE THEIR NAMES??? WHY MUST THE WORLD CONFOUND ME SO!

THESE APPLES REALLY ARE DUMB. HMPH.

[ofbluesandyellows]

Black Cat's Curse - TASM! Fem! Reader

Summary: Peter Parker has been cursed, crossing paths with the oh so feared black cat isn't exactly in his itinerary, and no, we are not talking about or favorite lady, Felicia. On Halloween night his bad luck has prodded him to the solution he didn't know he was looking for.

Word count: 6,537

Warnings: cursing, witchcraft (lol idk)

a/n: Hi! I'm back with a lil Halloween story for you, this one fully came to me last week. It isn't anything crazy but I do hope you enjoy it. Happy Halloween y'all. I adopted a black cat recently so maybe that's where the inspo came from. Bye :)

“What do you mean you can’t do anything?” Spider-Man was about to drop to his knees, to beg. And he never begged for anything in his life, other than bringing Ben back to life.

“Ow Spider.” Her finger with a long perfectly manicured nail traced his spandex covered clavicle. “Yes, they call me Black Cat but it doesn’t mean I know how to undo your bad luck. That’s on you and the poor black kitty you crossed paths with.”

“But whenever I get unlucky it’s always because of you, how come this is different?”

“Hey, don’t come to me with that bullshit, that’s just how things are, you should’ve known better. You’re on your own Spider.”

Peter closed his eyes, not that Cat could see him but he needed a second not to throw a punch at her, he knew she’d dodged with ease but he didn’t want to risk it. Exhaling he was about to humiliate himself once more, turning around Cat was long gone.

“Mother fuck-“ a splash of what he knew was bird poo painted the red spandex of his forearm with sickly yellowy-white. “Seriously?” Arms up in the air, no one to reply back.

Peter Parker wasn’t a big fan of Halloween growing up, he always went for the uncool type of costumes, he clearly remembered asking aunt May to buy him a white wig so he could dress up as Albert Einstein when he was about eleven. Uncle Ben ended up buying him white color spray and a fake mustache so they could DIY the look. Knitted burgundy vest, faux wrinkles on his face and the already perfect bushy brows made Peter the happiest kid in the block.

He was beyond ecstatic with the way his costume turned out, adults praised him and aunt May for the effort when he went trick or treating but the real menace were kids’ nasty words and funny remarks about him. After that he either went with a boring costume, he preferred to fit in, or at least try rather than be laughed at. 

It was obvious that the teasing continued up until college, but college was bearable compared to what he had gone through since he became Spider-Man.

Peter hadn’t been in need of a costume for years now, that was the main reason why he liked Halloween now, he could walk around as a civilian in his actual suit, no one batted an eye in his direction during this day.

Flash Halloween party was crazy loud, Peter didn’t know these many people were friends with Flash.

“Hey Spider-Man!” His heart skipped a beat, but Flash was smiling at him. “Peter, you made it!” 

Peter took the mask off, he thought this would be funny, wearing his actual suit was comfortable but now he was regretting it, he had several mini heart attacks whenever called him by his alias. He felt sweat dripping from his back. Yeah he would need to wash the suit.

“Of course man! I promised, right?” he laughed trying to disguise the panic.

Flash was wearing a Beetle juice costume, a pretty epic one if Peter could have an opinion on it. 

“I see you went all in with the costume huh?” He snatched the mask off Peter’s hand. “Nah this isn’t as good as the original.” Flash laughed.

With cherry colored cheeks Peter chuckled. “Yeah, I bought it at Walmart. Everyone seems to love the guy so I just thought why not?” 

“I’ve seen worse Parker, like the guy dressed as Alex Turner? Pfff lazy.”

“Really? I haven’t seen him. Don’t tell me it’s Harry the one dressed like that.” Peter said amused.

“Almost, but no. Harry hasn’t shown up yet, bet he found some expensive costume made suit and will pull off a ‘I’m Leonardo DiCaprio in Wolf of Wall Street.””

Both boys rolled their eyes. “Wouldn’t be surprised.” 

Suddenly Peter felt cold dripping from his back. 

“Hey dickhead, watch where you are going.” Flash was the first to talk, pushing a drunk David Bowie out the way.

Peter was in shock, how come he didn’t notice, why were his senses not alerting him of the guy at his back.

The smell of sweet fruity punch and vodka lingered on his nose. 

“Shit Pete, do you want to change?” 

Peter shook his head, lipped smile on. “No, don’t worry I’m good. Just going to grab a beer.”

“Ok, if you need something just look for me, okay?” 

“Sure, thanks Flash. Cool party by the way.”

Flash grinned. “Thanks Parker! See ya around.”

The lights were kaleidoscopic, New Wave music playing, it was a lot and now his suit was wet and cold and there were pretty girls around, and he couldn’t concentrate in one thing. 

Fuck me.

Tuning around as he dodged a group of girls dressed as fairies he clocked eyes with a witch. She was sitting on the couch with other people, Peter wasn’t sure if she was with them or not but the staring sent shivers down his spine. 

She gave him a lipped smile, one he tried to emulate, not succeeding because she dropped her expression. The next thing he knew it was that she disappeared. 

He shook his body to try and get rid of the odd feeling. Finding a beer was easy, what wasn’t easy was held in the need to puke when the warm and obviously outdated beer’s taste hit his tongue. 

Peter sighed, he was tired of this, it hadn’t even been a week with this black cat curse and he was already done, no fight with Electro nor Vulture had done him this wrong. Sloped shoulders and a bitter taste he was ready to go home. 

Exiting the loud house in Brooklyn, Peter’s eyes found the sparkly ones of a witch. 

A new wave of shivers appeared as Season of the Witch played at his back. Spooky as shit.

“Okay, this is worrying me.” He mumbled.

The girl approached him in two long steps. 

“Hello,” you smiled, showing him your pearly white teeth. 

“Um hi?” 

“Sorry to bother you, I saw you in there and if you don’t mind me saying this… you look like shit.” The apple of your cheeks tinted pink. 

Peter scoffed. “Yeah? Well, I didn’t need to hear it because I do indeed feel like shit, so if you excuse me,”

He took a step to the right to make his escape, but you took the exact same side as he did.

Peter scowled.

“I—I don’t want to sound crazy but you do have like a bad aura around you, you know? Like a dark cloud following you, and… okay yeah I’m going to say this with the risk of sounding like an insane person but I promise you I am not—“

Taking a cautious step closer, you were too close for Peter’s liking. On your tiptoes you angled yourself to reach his ear.

“You are cursed.” 

Peter felt his body freeze, his eyes went wide just as goosebumps formed on his skin.

“You… how did you know?” Peter stumbled back a little. 

“As I said, I can see it.” You took a jump back. Your face went back to a soft smirk. “Need help with it?”

Peter looked around, the streets were busy still, it wasn’t even midnight yet.

“You know how to revert it?” 

“Sure thing. It’s a simple spell.” 

“Can you do it now, like chant it or whatever.” 

You scoffed. “Hell no! It’s a bit more complicated than that,” balancing on the balls of your heels you stared at him. Peter was mulling with the possibilities. You were weird as fuck. But he didn’t feel the Peter tingle as it was. He only felt wary. 

You had this cute smile and very bright eyes. If Black Cat couldn’t do anything to help him, why not take his chances and accept the help of an actual witch.

“Are you like a real witch?” He squinted. 

“Yeah.” 

“Fine. What do we need to do?” 

You grinned, joyous. 

“Follow me Peter Parker.” 

Shrugging, you said: “Flash told me.”

“You know Flash?” Well, that was news to him. He never expected him of all people to be close with a witch.

You seemed offended. “Um yes? We take bioengineering together.” 

Peter almost choked on his own saliva. “You go to Empire?”

“Yes, I’ve seen you around, you’re friends with that rich kid that always looks at the rest of us as if we were dirt under his shoe.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh when Peter scrunched his nose. “That sounds like Harry.” 

“Osborn is not always nice to everyone.” 

Peter knew that but Harry wasn’t a bad person he just hadn’t been given the attention he deserved.

“So bioengineering, huh? You’re pretty smart I assume.”

“It helps with the witchcraft thing, believe it or not.” 

Peter could see why. He grabbed his mask a little tighter.

“Oh.” 

Peter heard you say, a second later a car passed by full gas, the puddle of dirty water splashed wetting his legs. 

“You could’ve warned me, you know?” shaking his legs only made the water go down into his converses, wetting his socks. He needed to come up with a water repellent suit.

“Right, sorry. Never seen such a curse before. The grayish hue around you goes purple whenever something is about to happen. It’s kinda awesome.” You grinned.

Why was this woman always so cheery? Peter sighed and continued walking.

“Do you have a name or should I just call you Witch?” 

You chuckled. “I do have a name but Witch is way more fun. And it’s Halloween, it fits.” 

Peter grimaced. What a time to be cursed.

Both hopped on a bus after walking three blocks.

“Are you hungry Peter Parker?” 

His stomach felt like growling. “I could eat.”

“Nice, I’ll order some pizza. It should be there when we arrive.” 

Peter saw you texting. He noticed for once your whole attire. Pointy hat with purple ribbons and tulle decorating it. You had glitter smeared on your cheeks and eyelids. The dress was black tulle as well with a sparkling touch, he wasn’t sure what it was. The tights had black and purple stripes with a nice pair of black Dr Martens. It was like a modern version of the classic Witch costume he’d seen in movies. 

It suited you, what it didn’t match was your always happy features. Peter wondered if you were in fact a witch or just pretended to be one for the sake of the holiday.

“Do you like mushrooms?” You found him staring. Your cheeks went a tone deeper in red.

Peter panicked and looked out the window, far away from you. “They’re fine.”

“Good, I ordered half pepperoni and half mushrooms.” 

Humming, you, witchy girl unlocked, your phone and started to play…

“Sudoku? Really Witch?” Peter grinned, this was so odd to him.

“I like it, it keeps me on my toes.” you giggled.

Unintendedly, Peter kept an eye on the game, finger pointing to one square and mumbled “there has to be a nine.”

The grid sheet sparkled after you pressed the 9 in. “Nice one, Peter Parker.” 

“Just call me Peter.” 

Your eyes locked on his. “But Peter Parker sounds more interesting.” You nudged him, making him laugh. 

“You’re so weird.”

“Thanks.”

•••

Peter sat in the living room. The apartment was simple, it didn’t even feel witchy at all. It smelled fresh and there was some kind of lavender sent around.

“What? Disappointed?” You laughed at his face.

“A little, yes.”

“It’s 2023 Peter Parker. I don’t have cauldrons and a crystal ball.” Your witch hat rested comically on the kitchen counter.

“So what kind of witch are you, then?” Peter spoke with a mouthful, the pizza was incredibly tasty.

“I’m not one kind, I just do what I want to do.” 

Peter nodded. 

“Careful with the—“ 

Peter’s slice of pizza fell on his converses. He thought he’d been clever by not using his spandex lined boots.

“Shit.”

“I tried to tell you.”

He peeled the slice from his black chucks. “Can I get another slice?” 

You pushed the box his way. 

“How did you get cursed?” You asked, nibbling on your lip, the pizza resting on a plate on your lap, untouched.

“Crossed the path of a black cat.” He grunted. “Sounds stupid but it’s what happened.”

“Been there. I’ll fix it, it shouldn’t be hard” 

Peter straightened. “How long is it going to take?” 

You stared at him. Peter could almost see the nuts turning in your brain.

“A few hours, I suppose.” 

“Is it going to hurt?”

“Maybe?”

Peter had multidimensional war flashbacks from Doctor Strange, and the other Peters. Yeah he wasn’t in. “Well, now that I’ve had time to think about it I remember why I don’t do witchcraft. You need to find another way. I’ve had my fair share of that and it was quite the hustle so no Miss Witch I think I’m good.” He gave you a lipped smile.

“Okay… um why don’t you tell me about it, I assure you this is completely different and safe.”

“I’m not legally allowed to talk about it, so…” He shrugged. “Also you said it can hurt. I’m not down for that."

“Ugh fine, Peter Parker, but if you go, the curse won’t go away, you’ll have to live with it.”

Peter looked down, considering all that had happened maybe you were right, it’s not like he hadn’t suffered enough to handle a little magic.

“Fine.”

You got up in a jump, disappearing inside a room. Peter heard rattling and the closing of drawers. He wasn’t sure what to expect so he tried to not think about it. 

After another two slices of what he considered a perfect pizza, Peter put the plate down on the coffee table. The table cracked in two as if some almighty froze had cut it in two with a really sharp invisible blade.

“How the fuck?” He squealed, holding both sides of his face with his hands. This was nonsense. He didn’t even put force. 

“What happened?” You appeared behind him. “Oh… well I needed a new coffee table anyway.” 

You went away humming again. 

“Insane… she is insane.” Mumbling Peter crossed his arms, trying to not touch or breathe too hard, anything could create a domino effect and make the building collapse or something worse. He could die if he forgot how to breathe!

He guessed that wasn’t possible but he was not going to risk it.

The skin on his back felt sticky but he didn’t dare to move. After a moment you cleared your throat to announce yourself.

“So Peter Parker, I’m going to ask you a few questions…. It's protocol only.” 

Sitting down at his feet, you flipped a few pages, grabbed a pink sparkly gel pen and wrote down in pretty cursive calligraphy. 

Peter Parker. 

Cursed by crossing paths with a black cat :(

“You do this often or-“ he asked.

“Nah, but it’s nice to document these things, who knows when I will need the information.” You beamed, clearly excited by the whole situation.

“Sure,”

“So, have you been cursed before?” blinking, you waited for a response.

Peter wasn’t sure if his Spider-Man issues were a curse, sometimes it felt like that to be honest.

“Not that I’ve been aware of.” He leaned back on the couch. 

“Have you killed people in the past?”

His face contorted, now that was a hard question.

“It’s… um not voluntarily… I mean no, of course no” he let out a pretty fake laugh. “But I saw my uncle die and my… my girlfriend too.” 

Your face dropped. “Sorry about that.”

He half shrugged, looking the other way, he was not going to cry in front of a witch, this was humiliation enough.

“Er, next question. Do you have allergies?” 

“No.”

“Experienced dizziness, or a rush of adrenaline in the past forty-eight hours?” 

Peter squinted, these were very specific questions. “ Yeah, but what does that have to do with the curse?”

You shrugged. “See if there are side effects.” 

“The adrenaline thing isn’t for the curse… I have a stressful job.”

“That responds the next question… so how long has it been since you got cursed?” your head rested on your palm, you reminded him of that one therapist aunt May forced him to go see a few years ago.

“Three days, maybe four.” 

“Hmmm, interesting.” 

“Why?”

“Hmm? Oh well, cats don’t just go out crossing people’s paths like that. Most times they have a reason. Have you wronged a cat in your life?” your knee going up and down nonstop, Peter noticed the nervous thick. He had several.

Felicia could count as a cat but she had wronged him more than he had her.

“No.” He scoffed. 

“Ok, didn’t want to offend you.”

Peter let out a breathy laugh, this was the craziest shit that he had experienced and he had gone through a lot of fucked up shit in his life.

“Please come with me.” 

You stood up with a graceful jump. Dress puffing with air. Peter stared at your hand extended to him. The moment he took it there was this tingly feeling that crossed his whole body. 

You grinned. He glared.

The room you got in was pitch black, a breeze came from somewhere, it smelled like incense. With the snap of your fingers a yellow hue covered the room which was not more than 80 square feet, seemed to be a closet.

Three candles were floating, Harry Potter style. His hand went over the flame no wire attached to them.

“Am I hallucinating already?” He said. Hand now going under the candle he was in awe.

“Nope, we haven’t started yet.” You chuckled. “And those are totally real. It’s a very easy spell.” You said proudly.

“Cool,”

“Sit on the floor.” You demanded, Peter obeyed.

With a bright pink dust, you painted a circle and a bunch of indecipherable symbols that Peter preferred not to know what they meant. Instead he focused on you; your smooth hands tracing patterns as if it was second nature. Your lips were tuned slightly upwards, it was obvious how this made you feel. Peter felt his own lips curving. 

Hmm… he frowned, that was not right. But his mind was taking over, your long lashes with specs of glitter resting on them. Hair, shiny and soft looking. Peter kind of wanted to brush it to the side with his fingers. Shaking his head he couldn’t be thinking such things, he didn’t even know your name. And you were a witch!

And you are a fucking Spider-Man, chill the fuck out Parker.

Great! He was going insane now.

Snapping your fingers, music started to sound. 

“Is that Fiona Apple?” Peter asked, throwing her a quick glance,

“Yes! She gives off the right vibe for this.” Your sly smirk made Peter’s stomach flip.

Oh no.

Squaring down, to be on eye level with him, he caught the very faint scent of cherry. 

“I’m going to give you tea, It’s going to make you a little dizzy and jittery.” Extending your palm, you showed him two little rocks. 

“What’s that for?” Peter took them either way. 

Your index finger pointed to a clear looking crystal. “That’s clear quartz, it clears the mind, attracts positivity and repels negativity. The orange one it’s citrine for positive mood, clarity and focus.” 

His chocolate eyes never left yours, for the first time the whole night your smile quivered. You needed to gain some distance. You stood up quickly.

“Whatever happens, don’t let them go. And you have to have them around until the next new moon. Understood?”

Peter sighed, whatever helps him get over this. “Got it.”

You opened a book with a crimson hard cover. A sage green cup rested on the wooden table in front of you. Your back facing Peter, he let the little crystals roll on his palm as he heard Fiona Apple’s voice mixing with the cooing spell you were casting. Words he had never heard got whispered inside the cup, the energy in the room changed in a second, the yellow hue became brighter. 

Peter’s body shivered when you went back kneeling before him.

“Drink this, you have to close your eyes and don’t open them until I say so, okay Peter Parker?”

Peter nodded, gulping as he took the cup. It was warm to the touch. The liquid inside looked like any other tea aunt May had made him before, a little cloudy but it had a nice smell.

“I added a little honey and it’s spearmint flavored.” You chirped. 

“How many times have you said you have done this?” Peter was really curious, it came pretty natural to you. 

“Oh this is the first time, but I’m sure it’ll go almost perfect.” 

“Jesus, that’s just what one would like to hear in these situations.”

“Come on Peter Parker, this is fun!” 

“Cheers, I guess.” 

Peter drank the whole thing in one go and the taste was surprisingly good.

He sat there waiting for something to feel different but nothing changed. 

“How you feeling?” You asked, looking him in the eye.

“Should I be feeling weird?” he replied, trying to pay attention to his body. Everything was the same. He opened his eyes.

“Shit, you are supposed to be experiencing something by now. And you drank the whole thing,” you stomped your foot on the floor. “I did everything the book said.” 

Quickly, you went back to the book to check the spell as if it was a recipe. 

“Sorry to disappoint.” Peter sighed. “Hey um, this is going to sound weird, but, would you like to… I don’t know, like go for coffee one of these days?” your eyes went wide, big as saucers hearing him ask. “Or not… I mean I was just suggesting.”

“Don’t move Peter Parker.” You squinted, Peter felt something on his arm. 

“You opened your eyes!” She squealed. 

A spider, the same spider that bit him years ago was walking up his arm, then there was another and another, all of them crawling upwards.

“Holy fucking shit.” Horror stained his voice. But Peter couldn’t move. He didn’t know if he was able to feel his body.

“You are Spider-Man for fucks sake keep it together” you cried. “Told you to keep them closed."

In a swift move you grabbed a few vials filled with dust in different colors. Peter was wide eyed, gawking, unmoving about to have a heart attack.

“I can’t move, help!” his voice high pitched. 

“Shut up Peter Parker, I’m trying to think!” 

A marble mortar plopped on the table, a mix of colors and sparks flashed across your face. 

“Sorry for what’s next but you can’t move and I’m not in position to kill our city’s hero.”

Grabbing the dust on the mortar, you put the bright blue dust on your lips as you fell on your knees in front of Peter. Careful not to ruin the pentagram.

Leaning forward you said,

“The spider you see is just in your mind, you are hallucinating for real this time, that’s why i told you to not open your eyes. Wish things were different but this is it, Peter Parker.”

“What?” 

“Good luck.”

You clashed your lips with his. In a second Peter felt his whole body tingle, like he was having a serious case of pins and needles. Involuntarily his palm went up to rest on your cheek. Warm and soft. Cherry scent, and blueberry taste. His eyes fluttered shut as he kissed you, the crazy girl he met a few hours ago at the halloween party.

A sharp turn. Just like when you twirl in one spot until you feel the whole room shake and you are in that state of happy dizziness. Peter felt like that and he kind of enjoyed it. 

When the motion stopped fully he opened his eyes. Blinking he reincorporated, he didn’t know he had been lying down this whole time. 

Spider-Man’s spandex suit still plastered on his torso just that the room was not the tiny room he had been in. 

“Peter?” 

“Aunt May?” 

“Breakfast is ready!” 

Peter rested on his elbows, he was in his room in Queens. He was in Brooklyn just a second ago. And, why was he even here? His apartment was in Manhattan. 

Shaking his head he peeled the tight suit off, his body complained, a common thing by now. Taking a quick shower he saw the water run down the drain, little hints of bright blue in them. He shook his head, migraine settling behind his eyes.

“I had no idea you were staying the weekend Peter, you always let me know.” May dried her hands in the kitchen cloth as she looked at him with fond eyes. “You scared the hell living out of me last night when I heard you in your room.”

Peter frowned, he didn’t remember how he got in, he wasn’t even sure what happened after he saw Flash at the party. Late that night he found two shiny bits of crystal on his bed. His mind screamed at him to keep them near.

Until the new moon, right?

Glimpses of what felt like dreams were trying to tell him something, most days Peter woke up with the feeling that he had forgotten something but he pushed it aside, there wasn’t much time to think of Peter problems when there were Spider-Man real problems. 

It took him six days to notice his bad luck had disappeared, he felt lighter than ever, he even got a rise at his job which was hard to believe. Cat hadn’t been involved in trouble and Peter didn’t need patching or stitches for the week, he was doing amazing.

One night during patrol. He was sitting on a building in Brooklyn, there had been a fire two blocks down, no one had been injured so Peter left the scene before the police arrived. Now his legs hung on the edge of the six story building. Phone in hand. Flash posted the party’s photos, he laughed at one where a group of guys dressed as the one and only Pitbull were carrying Flash as he threw pumpkins shaped confetti in the air. Flash knew how to have a good time, Pete gave him that. 

The next photo was one where he could see himself at the back, he barely noticed it was him, the spandex gave him away. But what caught his attention was the pointy hat, purple ribbons floating. His heart increased its pace. 

•••

Flash was doing some drills at Empire’s gym. Sweaty and all, he greeted Peter with a hug and a laugh.

“Pete, you left too early the other day!” 

Peter’s cheek went warm. “Sorry, yeah I wasn’t feeling well.”

“No problem. You want to play? For the good ol’ days.” Flash chuckled.

Peter remembered high school as if it was yesterday.

“I have class in like twenty minutes, but next time. I was just wondering if you knew the name of this girl I met at your party.”

Flash smirked, nudging Peter on the ribs. “I see why you weren’t feeling well huh? Parker.” 

Peter scratched his neck, this was so awkward, he didn’t even know the girl.

“What she looked like?” 

Peter’s image of you was very vague, he remembered the costume, but nothing else really.

“You have an idea how many girls dressed like that were at the party? I need more intel Parker.” 

Peter closed his eyes for a second. “She- um she said you were taking bioengineering together,” 

Flash huffed, making the basketball bounce. “I’m not taking bioengineering, Peter. Don’t think girls take that class anyway… trust me I’d remember.” He winked.

“Really? Because she was very sure of it.” He laughed, out of pure agony.

Have you been like a dream or something?

“I think someone made you look like a fool Pete. But there’s always more girls.”

“Right, no, you’re right. Um, I’m going to get going. See you later man.”

“Take care Parker!” 

Making his way back home, Peter kicked a can with all the force he managed, it landed inside a trash can. He blinked, shit that was quite lucky. He felt not so lucky when there was no space in the subway to even move your legs, at least it was warm in there, the November wind was getting tougher by the day. Headphones on, he put the music in shuffle. 

In starlit night I saw you

So cruel you kissed me

your lips a magic world

Leaning on the cold metallic tube in front of the doors, he sighed looking at his converse. He needed to give them a wash, those ketchup stains were not making it look any better. His fingers went to his eyes, scratching the corners of them, he could sleep right there if he was sure no one would steal his phone but instead he concentrated on his surroundings. Phone screens shining, Instagram posts passing rapidly, text messages getting deleted and retyped, sudoku grid…

Sudoku grid?

His stomach churned. He had these images like photos archived in his brain. He remembered the sudoku grid, the number 9 for some reason, mushrooms, pink dust, floating candles, a green mug, and a smile. That smile had haunted his dreams for days now.

The owner of the phone had a bright yellow coat. Peter froze just creepily staring at the person.

Next stop was a commotion, people going out, some more coming in. Peter lost yellow coat for a moment only to see it going out with the sea of people.

“Hey!" he shouted. Desperation in his voice. “Yellow coat!” 

Only feet away now, he saw the person go up the stairs. His heart hammering against his ribcage, what was this, why was he so anxious for the person to turn?

Crossing a busy street, he took his earphones off, seeing for one last time yellow coat get into a taxi, mixing in the traffic. 

Peter sometimes really thought he was the most intelligent person in the world. He decided to follow the taxi, this time in Spider-Man clothes. Web shooters full and ready, cold wind wasn’t even a bother, he had perfected the suit to be warmer on winter days. 

Swinging up to Brooklyn’s bridge had been easy, the problem being on which of all the taxis he saw was yellow coat in. 

Running and shooting webs caused lots of honking and almost made a man crash his car thanks to the little kid trying to come off the window to say hello to him.

“Sorry!” He apologized, as he flew by. 

Last taxi entering Brooklyn was his only chance, this better be it. As he plopped as softly as he could on the roof of the car, he bent over to take a peek on the backseat windows. 

He grinned under the mask. Knocking on the window he saw shiny hair flick, and sparkly eyes connected with his white buggy ones. Waving a hand at you, your eyes went wide. In a flash everything came back to him.

The curse, how you feed him and basically cured his bad luck with a blueberry flavored kiss.

Stealing his heart with that, it was absurd yet magical, Peter wasn’t surprised no more with what happened in his daily life.

“Roll the window down?” He made the motion for you to do so.

For a brief second Peter thought you were not doing it, but you did, wind made your hair dance and oh Peter’s heart shivered with joy.

“Witch!” He greeted, still looking at you upside down.

“Peter Pa- Spider-Man!” you smiled, in awe.

The taxi driver rolled his window down too. “Dickhead, get the fuck down of my car!” 

“Just drop me in the next block.” You said, throwing the man some money.

Peter jumped off the car just as the taxi slowed down. 

“Freaks!” The man shouted at them, his middle finger sticking out the window as his goodbye.

“Thank you kind sir!” Peter saluted him.

You snorted by his side. Pivoting on his heels, it took him a second to take it all in. 

“You disappeared,”

“I didn’t disappear, I helped you get home Peter Parker.” You grinned. Oh that smile, Peter wanted to squeeze your cheeks.

“Um, no, that’s not what happened. I was lying in your room, and then you kissed me and then I woke up at my aunt’s? For a moment I thought I was losing my mind.”

You were staring at him amused. “It was fun, right? I know I had a lot of fun that night.” 

“Don't be mean.” Peter’s hand flew to his chest, as if he had been hurt for real. “I even asked Flash about you, and you lied, you never went to Empire.” Hands flying in the air, as he spoke.

“First of all. I do go to Empire, Flash is just not a very observant person.”

“Right, so tell me why you did all this?”

"I had to fix it okay!” Your eyes locked on your shoes. 

“Spider-Man hi!!” A group of teenagers waved their hands at them on the other side of the street.

“Hello, guys!” He had to be kind to the fans, being the beloved neighborhood hero wasn’t an easy task after all. “Have a good day.”

“You are the shit bro!” One of them shouted back.

“Do you mind if we talk somewhere more private?” Peter said through gritted teeth.

You bit the inside of your cheek to not laugh. “Ok.”

Peter took the opportunity to grab you by the waist, in a fast and smooth motion he was flying through Brooklyn.

“This is not what I had in mind.” You squealed against his spandex covered neck, he felt your breath hot on his skin. 

“Oh you owe me, this is the least you can do for me Witch.” 

Peter wowed as they moved between buildings. Landing on the roof of an old cinema. The neon lights casting pretty shadows against your face and the suit’s texture became alive. He took the mask off to reveal the sweetest of smiles. Cheeks rosy.

“What can we do about this?” He asked, arms spread wide, he was falling for someone who he barely knew.

You hid your hands inside your coat, wind biting on your skin harshly. 

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

Peter sighed. “How was it supposed to go? You said you had to fix it, what do you mean by that?”

Why were Peter’s eyes so pretty, his face was a mix of pain and hope, your stomach felt funny again. It had been like that since you first saw him. A month ago.

A blue moon was something you always enjoyed. Making moon water, charging crystals, manifesting and writing spells. 

But Orion, your black cat had been angsty for days now, he always was like that during full moons. He destroyed your quilt, the one to knit together with so much effort. So you let him out.

“Get out! If you could, I’d make you fix this to make me happy!” The window closed with a thud and poor Orion blended in with the night.

After trying to fix it but failing with the quilt you felt guilty. Orion was simply trying to let that energy out, and you took it against the poor thing. After much thinking you decided to go out looking for him. Orion’s name got pronounced several times until you saw him crossing the street a little ahead of you, it was three in the morning. Cars weren’t even passing, the world was still, sirens and honks chimed far away. 

Orion locked eyes with you for a moment. And you knew this was a bit of a dare to him, squatting down you tried to prod the cat to go to you, but Orion only sat in the middle of the sidewalk, liking his paw almost making fun of you. One step closer was what set him off running again. Just in time for Spider-Man to pass walking; half mask up munching on what seemed to be a burrito, mustard on the corner of his mouth, he came to a halt when the cat crossed his path. You saw Spider-Man gulp. 

A moment later his burrito fell flat on the pavement. You knew what this was about, you shut your eyes, cursing Orion under your breath, when you opened them Spider-Man was gone. 

“So you knew I was Spider-Man all along?” Peter scoffed. “You are full of secrets witch.”

“I knew I even said it to you when you were freaking out. Half of the spell had to do with me doing the ritual and half of it was you believing it would work, you still opened those damn pretty eyes.”

Peter kicked a tiny rock off the roof. “So you think I have pretty eyes?” he heard you laugh. 

“You do Peter Parker.”

He blushed deeper. “ So what I felt when you… kissed me was just part of the spell?” 

The disappointment in his voice made your heart jump. “It wasn’t about feelings, Peter Parker, it was just a spell to fix your bad luck. Whatever you felt, that’s on you.”

“Hmm,” he took a step closer, scratching his neck. “I was being serious when I asked you out for coffee.”

“I know.”

Peter smirked. “You like making me suffer, I see how it is.” He laughed, making a full twirl.

The grin on your lips couldn’t be held. “It’s funny to see you all embarrassed.” 

“Jesus… okay so, coffee this Saturday?” His ears were bright red.

“Sounds good to me.” 

“Great.” Another step closer. “Don’t bring your cat, I beg.” 

“I won’t.” 

“Good, because I’m feeling pretty lucky as it is.” His lips ghosted over yours.

On your tiptoes you connected your lips with his cold but soft ones. Both smiling and chuckling. 

“This is even better than the last one.”

“Yeah because you were freaking out about spiders, Spider-Man.” you mumbled, Peter brushed the hairs that floated in your face, he needed a clear path.

“I think I prefer it when you call me Peter Parker.”

Peter kissed the tip of your nose, and you finally let him know your name. He beamed as he repeated it.

“That sounds about right.”

A meow was heard and Peter groaned, forehead connection to yours.

“He won’t do it again. I promise, it was just a blue moon thing.”

You saw his eyes traveling all over your face. “I think I can get used to getting cursed.”

Orion meowed again, rubbing its little black fur against Peter’s leg. 

“Hey pal.” Peter said, patting the cat sweetly.

You snorted. “You’re weird Peter Parker.”

“Thank you.” 

Maybe after all Orion did something that made you happier than a badly knitted quilt.  

Peter found the whole term of black cat curse drastically different, they weren’t about bad luck after all. 

[scarecrowspawn]

hey just wondering if that whole Scarebeast fiasco happened or if I'm in the wrong world. (It was pre-crisis on infinite earths so it's not really talked about).

if you were born after that, pretty much some blonde bimbo turned your dad into a lab rat and made him into a meta. then it was never mentioned again.

Hmmm. This is something I’ve seen happen. When I was very very young. Unfortunately this is around the time I started developing visions and hallucinations. Whether it was real or not I do not know. I did however find mention of this in one of my father’s note books. So it could have been real

(Hey yall long time no see lol. Been gone awhile. I might start this blog up again. Might not. Unsure. Feel free to send more asks or questions tho! Maybe that’ll get the ol juices flowing again lol)

[strangebutcher]

Hobart || A Spider-Punk one-shot

[W/C] 325

summary: a stupid ass drabble of Y/N making fun of Hobie’s name

content: poor attempt at British slang, British people with silly names, gender-neutral reader, Miles Morales being a Hobie anti, and literally just stupid shit.

A/N: this was going to be an xreader, but nah. This is also probably the worst thing I’ve ever written lol. Not proofread

“You’re telling me…you’re sayin’ you don’t conform to labels and you still kept the name Hobart? (..) You got hoe in your name either way and you kept that shit?” Y/N was laughing their ass off as they spoke, quite literally on their knees and holding their gut as an attempt to calm their laughter(it wasn’t working out that well). Hobie on the other hand has his hands stuffed in his vest as he stared down at them, he clearly wasn’t as amused as they were, it only became worse when Miles joined in. 

“Your name is Hobart?” His brows furrowed as he tried to suppress a laugh, though his face was contorting in hilarity. He was extremely amused. You’re telling me he was jealous over some old man named Hobart? Bro doesn’t even have a moanable name.

“Is that like a British thing? Naming people stupid ass names?” Y/N asks again, suppressing their laugh for a few seconds before falling back to the floor again, tears rolling down their cheeks. Maybe you’ve never seen someone roll on the ground in such a state before, hell maybe you’ve never even almost peed because you laugh too hard, but at the moment Y/N was caught in one of those inescapable laughs. Anything and everything would be funny until they ran out of juice. 

“Yeah, laugh it up now, ain’t gonna be funny next time you’re fighten Miguel and I leave, is it?” Hobie’s comment only seems to fuel the fire. Y/N is dying in the floor, Miles is silently cackling, and Hobie is…not exactly pissed off, but he should be right about now. He sneers at the two of them, already clicking on his watch ready to head out.

“No-no, don’t leave, who else am I supposed to make fun of?” Y/N asks, though they can barely leave through their laughter. As they finish their sentence Hobie is already through the portal back to his earth. 

[lindszeppelin]

I’ve already seen on some shipper blogs an interesting pattern.

At first they were firmly saying that A&K were blissfully happy, just private. Then they changed it to “they can’t be smiling all the time!” when the smoking pics came out. After that, it was “see? People did an article, they’re fine”. A bit later, “L&S is not a reputable source!”. When the recent Romantic Getaway pics came out, it’s just 2 friends having fun and anyways, he doesn’t have to be everywhere she is (after they swore up and down that they were always together), of course, they couldn’t say Aus was there because he was on the other side of the world…though someone did say that maybe he was on the vacation but didn’t show in pics lol. They turned the likegate narrative as him shading V and he couldn’t possibly be talking about Kaia.

Then there was a slight shift when he was so obviously flirting with Lucia, apparently he’s always flirty and/or he was just having a bit of fun.

Now, when asked if they’ll still stand Kaia after a breakup, they insist that yes, and they have a “contingency plan” in case it happens…which I find interesting because before they were 1000% sure of the ship, and now it’s “well, if it happens, I’ll do this”. So they are also seeing the signs, they’re just refusing to acknowledge them for now because it would show how opportunistic they are. When the tide changes, so will they, I’ve seen this over a lot!

There’s a toxic fandom of a show with a time-travelling English nurse and her Scottish husband, and the leading actor has a rabid female fan base that defended him even when his covid actions were questionable… But as soon as he dates women they don’t approve of (he seems to like OF-types of “models”), they are now “disappointed” in him and won’t support him anymore 🙄

Watch these girls turn on Austin and pretend they never stanned him when the breakup happens.

First of all i love Outlander and knew you were talking about Outlander in your last paragraph, i love it lol. I didn't know Sam's fanbase was so toxic, i don't look and see. But that's gross of his fans to do that.

Secondly, when these shippers have posts in their drafts that consist of a Breakup Post or an Engagement Post...you're hedging your bets to still want to be right about your fucked up opinions. Like "see, I have this Breakup post in the chamber, ready to go when they do. So i'm not worried. But I also have an Engagement post if that happens". Like, give me a fucking break.

And of course they'll stand with Kaia after the breakup. That is not in question. The true test comes in with how they treat Austin when he leaves her, and when he finds somebody else. I guarantee you when they split, they'll keep caring about Kaia for a few weeks...maybe a few months to really give it the juice...and then they won't give a shit anymore. Kaia without Austin is nobody. Kaia without Austin doesn't give them the clout they're used to getting. And then those shippers that once didn't like her but then turned, they will revert back to being bored with her. The circle completes itself lol.

All you gotta do is see how they treat Austin. They are treating him as a plaything for their blogs and as a commodity now, just wait until they throw him to the curb or pretend to still be his fans when they breakup. They will try to overcompensate for the years of saying they will stay together. I am telling you, this is a fact. My intuition is never wrong. They will be licking their wounds for a long time.

The funny thing is that the shippers cannot win either way. If they pretend to still like him, it's not genuine and you can tell. If they throw him to the curb and say "Kaia deserves someone better" etc etc then they clearly don't give a fuck about him. They will lose regardless and they know this. That's why they are desperate for this breakup to not happen. They know they have nothing to stand on, they know they are not liked in the fandom, and they can't offer anything to the fandom anymore when it does happen. Nobody will give a shit about the content they put out, or their opinions. What purpose does it have when they've broken up? None lol. If nobody gives a damn about their whacky opinions now then picture how it's gonna be when Austin has moved on from Kaia. It's back to groveling and square one.

Like, i don't expect people to ever give a shit about my opinions, and I certainly don't expect people to give a shit about my opinions when they breakup because well...there won't be anything crazy to talk about and it's over, and we can go back to normal lol. I didn't start my blog with the intention of making the #1 Austin Butler Gossip Rag with all the latest whatevers. I jumpstarted my blog again as an Austin fan and I will keep being a fan until Tumblr implodes and we go to a new social media platform lol.

And that's the problem a lot of these shippers have. They marketed themselves and their blogs in a very specific way as shipper stan accounts and even more, and it's gonna fuck them over when they breakup. They will lose followers, they will lose engagement on their posts, they will scramble to stay relevant in the new fandom landscape. And all of that will be their karma. And the best part is that we don't have to do anything. God will take care of it. What you put out into the universe, you will get back ten times over. You verbally abuse people, you harass and bully people, you create a dictatorship within the fandom, you lie and slander...you'll get it back times 10. Trust.

[catdemontraphouse]

Through having an autism moment for one of my favorite movies and its related medias (the current Beetlejuice fixation) I came to the following conclusions:

*Beetlejuice’s favorite color is probably red, which is probably a reference to the color of the star he’s named after

*Beetlejuice enjoys fashion and could even possibly be considered a designer (yes rly) Despite being a grungy character who’s known for being smelly and gross… he is a designer/seamstress with a vested interest in fashion???

Yes I’m going to explain in horrifically unnecessary detail. (It’s the autism) and yes this draws from all the juices but tbh any one of them would work as a stand-alone example (except maybe musicaljuice but he’s critical to the sewing part and also he’s the cute one)

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The argument for Beetlejuice being an amateur designer:

There’s an interview somewhere with the costume designer for the musical that says they wanted the pinstripe black and white suit to look like it had been repaired and modified over the years, because since Beetlejuice was a loner, he’d been solely responsible for making and maintaining his wardrobe. So like, he sewed his own suit by his lonesome out of fabric of some sort. Because if it was magic why the hell would it need repairs? Which suggests at least to me that he *enjoys* making clothes because why go through all that work if you can materialize anything at will? And I mean it fits so, I’m sure it wasn’t his first ever pattern making and sewing experience.

There’s also the way toonjuice refers to his suit as having “never been washed” on numerous occasions so I don’t reckon it’s something he just makes from magic and poofs into nothingness on the fly? Though toonjuice could be argued to buy his clothing since they never stated he made it and he lives in some kinda monster city idk. I’m saying that suggests physical matter somehow not like, idk a temporary illusion? If you can wash it, it has some sort of mass to it right?

Listen, why the fuck a guy who can make his own patterns and sew an entire suit would not wash it is beyond me but okay. Anyways the point is there’s a suggestion being made here by the franchise that Beetlejuice makes his own clothing in the traditional way by sewing together some sort of permanent matter. I can’t say I get the same impression from moviejuice though. There’s not much to suggest his clothing isn’t just temporary magic bullshit, save for the visible decay… ok wait maybe it is made of permanent material. 🤷‍♀️ either that or the dust, tattering and moss is a fashion choice? 🤨🤨

Ok so for this next part let’s just like, put aside the weirdness going down with the wedding thing in the movie (btw I’ve seen it numerous times and I feel like it’s def “a green card thing” in the original as well, pay attention to the characters’ behaviors/interactions throughout the film with one another and u can see what I mean.)

Beetlejuice probably designed that red wedding dress right? Because he materialized it or pulled it out of thin air or whatever? And the matching red tux, same thing. I kinda think that was the fashionista in him taking the excuse to make dramatic evening wear lol. Using Lydia as a Bratz doll dressing her up in his designs smh

There’s also how jazzed up and amused he was by turning Otho into a walking fashion faux pas, or at least I have to assume that’s what he was doing when he ripped the guys outfit apart and replaced it with something that caused Otho to scream in terror. How tf does a smelly guy in a crypt know what’s considered a style no-no unless he’s into this shit lol

Oh and uh if you’ve ever seen the cartoon he dresses himself up in all sorts of little outfits on the fly, like very frequently. If nothing else he’s coming up with the concepts for these clothes, maybe not constructing them himself in every version of the franchise but he’s at least designing the outfits in all of them or so I assume. He also gives other characters makeovers or new outfits on various occasions. It seems for Beetlejuice, the living are like breathing Barbie dolls he sees no issue with dressing up in his latest creations.

I’ll now explain the “favorite color is red” thing:

*Beetlejuice doesn’t wear many outfits in the movie, but three out of the four I can remember had red in them. The aforementioned wedding outfits were primarily red. His shirt under the coat in the guide outfit is red. 🤷‍♀️ (Adams undershirt that he copies is red but I don’t rly think it counts) Whenever he’s seen wearing a saturated, non-neutral color, it’s red.

*didn’t he crash a little red car in the model at one point?… I just watched this movie again like last month and I forget already. That car in the photo, he crashed it into a fire hydrant earlier in the movie, didn’t he? Idk maybe not

*his tombstone has his name written on it in red

*toonjuice always has red nail polish 🤷‍♀️

*idk if this counts for anything but the nightclub Juno created to lure him away from the Maitlands was entirely red idk

*and the star Betelgeuse is a red supergiant, so yeah

Bonus entry is this guy a reference to Viy or am I overthinking it???

Yeah ok I’m def overthinking it. 🤦‍♀️

That’s all i have to say. All that crap above. Bye.

[possiblymiranda]

Ask Game (All of em)

chipotle order?

thoughts on veganism?

a specific color that gives you the ick?

mythical creature you think/believe is real?

favorite form of potato?

do you use a watch?

what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?

do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home?

do you have a skincare routine (and how many steps is it)?

on a plane, do you ask for apple or orange juice?

anything from your childhood you’ve held on to?

brand of haircare/bodycare/skincare that you trust 100%?

first thing you’re doing in the purge?

do you think you’re dehydrated?

rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning

thoughts on mint chocolate chip?

an anxious compulsion you do everyday?

your boba/tea order?

the veggie you dislike the most?

favorite disney princess movie?

a number that weirds you out?

do you have an emotional support water bottle?

do you wear jewelry?

which do you find yourself using, american or british english?

would you say you have good taste in music?

how’s your spice tolerance?

what’s your favorite or go-to outfit?

last meal on earth?

preferred pasta noodle?

ask me anything !

ALL OF THEM? 💀

1. Chicken Bowl with White Rice, Fresh Tomato Sala, Sour Cream, and Cheese

2. I would do it too if I had that level of self control

3. Blue

4. Loch Ness Monster not so much because I believe it’s real but out of all of them I think that one is the least harmful so it’s the safest one to exist lol

5. I love all potatoes equally; mashed potatoes, smashed potatoes, baked potatoes, garlic potatoes, french fries, sweet potatoes, potato skins (so maybe the one I like the least is potato salad)

6. All my watches have dead batteries RIP

7. Jellyfish I could watch them for a million years

8. The real question here is who doesn’t have clothes they only where at home

9. My skincare routine is the cheapest face wash I could find any time I take a shower yet I have 50 skincare products sitting in my Amazon cart waiting for the day I win the lottery

10. I have never been offered juice on a plane lol depends on the time of the flight orange juice is a morning only drink

11. I wish I still had my childhood stuffed animal all my stuff was thrown away every time I moved

12. Nope can’t let capitalism win

13. Staying home playing animal crossing

14. 24/7

15. this one is kinda psychotic I did not read this list before reblogging I just really wanted to tell everyone my Chipotle order so someone can bring me some

16. mint chocolate chip is the best flavor you cannot change my mind

17. I don’t have anything I do daily but I do have to do specific things in the same order every time idk how to explain it maybe for example washing dishes I have to wash the plates first then bowls then cups then utensils

18. I’ve only had boba once or twice I just get the brown sugar one lol

19. Broccoli

20. Mulan

21. My social security number

22. When I worked in office I had an emotional support off brand metal cup

23. No I can’t afford ones that don’t break all of mine are broken

24. American

25. No I vibe with every song on the planet like wow someone really wrote these lyrics someone really sang this song I could never

26. I like to think I could handle anything probably not but I’ll try anything spicy

27. A hoodie and leggings I am so boring

28. Movie theater popcorn and a cherry coke with some peanut m&ms

29. Have y’all seen the heart shaped ones?

30. (Ask me anything)

[lydiaas]

okay, here it is. hopefully, it's not a letdown, lol. but:

MAJOR SPOILER ALERT

FOR THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY, BOOK 3:

(The trio are at the summer house, Belly and Conrad are in the car after running an errand for Belly)

“ On the way back home, we passed a fruit stand on the side of the road. I wanted to stop, but I didn’t say so. I guessed Conrad could tell, because he asked, “Want to go back?”

“Nah, that’s okay, we already passed it,” I said.

He made a U-turn on the one-way street.

The fruit stand was a couple of wooden crates of peaches and a sign that said to leave the money in the container. I put in a dollar because I didn’t have change.

“Aren’t you going to have one?” I asked him, wiping off my peach on my shirt.

“Nah, I’m allergic to peaches.”

“Since when?” I demanded. “I’ve definitely seen you eat a peach before. Or peach pie, at least.”

He shrugged. “Since always. I’ve eaten them before, but they make the inside of my mouth itch.”

Before I bit into my peach, I closed my eyes and inhaled the fragrance. “Your loss.”

“I had never had a peach like that before. So perfectly ripe. Your fingers sank into the fruit a little just touching it. I gobbled it up, peach juice running down my chin, pulp dripping all over my hands. It was sweet and tart. A full-body experience, smell and taste and sight.

“This is a perfect peach,” I said. “I almost don’t want to have another one, because there’s no way it can be as good.”

“Let’s test it out,” Conrad said, and he went and bought me another peach. I ate that one in four bites.

“Was it as good?” he asked me.

“Yeah. It was.”

Conrad reached out and wiped my chin with his shirt. It was maybe the most intimate thing anyone had ever done to me.

I felt light-headed, unsteady on my feet.

It was all in the way he looked at me, just those few seconds. Then he dropped his eyes, like the sun was too bright behind me.”

“I sidestepped away from him and said, “I’m gonna buy some more, for Jere.”

“Good idea,” he said, backing away. “I’ll go wait for you in the car.”

I was shaking as I piled peaches into a plastic bag. Just one look, one touch from him, and I was shaking. It was madness. I was marrying his brother.

Back in the car, I didn’t speak. I couldn’t have even if I wanted to. I didn’t have the words. In the quiet of the air-conditioned car, the silence between us felt blaringly loud. So I rolled down my window and fixed my eyes on all the moving objects on my side.

At home, Jeremiah’s car was parked in the driveway. Conrad disappeared as soon as we got into the house. I found Jere napping on the couch, his sunglasses still on his head. I kissed him awake.

His eyes fluttered open. “Hey.”

“Hey. Want a peach?” I asked, swinging my plastic bag like a pendulum. I felt jittery all of a sudden.

Jere hugged me and said, “You’re a peach.”

“Did you know Conrad’s allergic to peaches?”

“Of course. Remember that time he had peach ice cream and his mouth swelled up?”

I broke away and went to wash the peaches. I told myself, there’s nothing to feel guilty about, nothing happened. You didn’t do anything.

I was rinsing peaches in the red plastic colander, shaking excess water off the way I’d seen Susannah do so many times. While the water was running over the peaches, Jeremiah came up behind me and grabbed one, saying, “I think they’re clean now.”

“He lifted himself onto the kitchen counter and bit into the peach.

“Good, right?” I asked him. I held one up to my face and inhaled deeply, trying to clear my mind of all the crazy thoughts.

Jeremiah nodded. He’d already finished it and was lobbing the pit into the sink. “Really good. Did you get any strawberries? I could eat a whole box of strawberries right now.”

“No, just the peaches.”

I put the peaches in the silver fruit bowl, arranging them as nicely as I could. My hands were still shaking. ”

Why do I feel like we're definitely getting this scene in season 3? The intimacy of it all. Thanks for sharing!

[otome-mondays]

Sympathy Kiss First Impressions

Welcome to the third first impressions post! I tried to play this game simultaneously with the r/otomegames subreddit’s play along, but work got really busy for me. If you’d like to see my more in depth thoughts on my first impressions, please go check out the subreddit. I’m u/otome-mondays. Also, please look up trigger warnings for any potentially triggering content! As usual, this post is all over the place, contains spoilers, and is not overly formatted/proofread/etc.

I started playing this game on February 26, 2024 when the game’s English localization was released. I stopped this post at the end of the common route. For this post, my most anticipated route will be marked with ✨ and least with 💥.

General Thoughts

I’m not a fan of having an eyeless MC, but that’s never stopped me from playing an otome before. It’s just a little…off…to me. I really like Oe so far, she’s my favorite at the moment. I don’t like how quiet the main character is? Even when she’s supposed to be interacting with the characters, we don’t get much on actual spoken dialogue. Also she doesn’t have a name tag so I’m prone to forgetting her name way more than I should. Me being me, I constantly have to point out any connections I see. In this game they use the messaging app RiNG, which is also used in the Lover Pretend universe…I’m connecting these two as in the same universe thank you very much. Why are the girls in this game so stunning, it’s basically unfair they don’t have routes. That would be an interesting thing for Otomate to do, doubt they would, but I’d be all for it. It’s nice that we have an MC who isn’t a teenager, I feel like most otomes I’ve played lately have 16-18 year old protags.

Mitsuki

Wasn’t expecting his voice to be what it is, but it does fit I think. This tells me I need to actually look at the voice actors more often lol. He’s kinda annoying. He’s definitely a genki archetype, which I usually don’t gravitate towards. He’s at least comedic enough that I can start to enjoy him as a character.

Kohei

Well isn’t he a ball of rainbows and sunshine! I really hope I don’t end up mostly annoyed by most these characters but so far we’re 3/6 on the I’ve decided they’re annoying to some extent. Oh my god he’s so annoying. It’s like he’s a middle schooler who made not liking people their one personality trait. I’m begging this game to have pulled a Zafora-style tsundere with him at least because then I’ll at least enjoy his route.

Yoji

Oh my god he’s annoying. It was nice of him to buy her juice but wow I already hate him lol. Greatttt he’s gonna be her boss. Can’t wait to deal with his crap he’ll inevitably bring. His voice sounds familiar…is he voiced by the same guy who voiced Tsukuyomi from Olympia and Ankou from Virche? …oh my god he is ok maybe I can end up liking him. I’m going to take this time an actually look at the actors for the LIs. I’m really trying but I CANNOT stop hearing Ankou and thinking Ankou is here I’m so sorry Yoji. He’s actually growing on me.

Rokuro ✨

He seems way nicer AND not annoying compared to most the others I’ve seen so far! I also do recognize that his actor voiced Hugo from Virche, so bonus points there. Ok yeah definitely a pretty interesting character. He seems very nice so I’m excited for his route!

Nori

Oh no everybody it’s a pretty boy with piercings…and is that a tattoo? Well I have a good idea of who my fav might potentially be. Oh my god he’s adorable. I am in love with his design. He seems very nice! This is one of the weirdest and most irrelevant things for me to point out, but I think it’s kinda funny he has a beauty mark in the same general area that my own is in lol. He’s got the bare necessities of social interaction and I love him for that. Ngl, I am concerned for this dude. Ok…yeah now I’m getting some slight red flags lol.

Shuya 💥

He’s interesting enough, I currently can’t really see him in a “oh yeah that’s definitely a love interest” so we’ll see if that changes. He feels more like a side character I enjoy type of character. I can already understand the appeal to Shuya as a LI even though I know like 2 things about him, but he’s not typically the type of character I go for as far as I’m aware.

Warning: Theories on secret routes

So I’m trying to go in blind for the most part on who the secret characters are, but it’s obvious one is gonna be that one brunette guy the works in the same company as Rokuro (wow my remembering names is not working tonight) and I’m like 80% sure on the other one being YOFY? I’m not gonna go out of my way and confirm this so for those who have finished the game by the time this post goes up or are aware, be aware of that lol. Also, I’m assuming this post will be up after I discover who the secret routes are, but please refrain from telling me until you see that the game has left my currently playing or if you see me talk about it on reddit :)

[survey--s]

570.

This time last year, what was happening in your life? Life was pretty much the same as it is now, really.

Did you/will you have coffee or some other form of caffeine today? So far today I’ve had a coffee, an iced coffee and a can of Pepsi Max.

Who did you last have a text conversation with and what was it about? Suzanne. It was just about whether she wanted me to walk Charlie on Friday. She said I didn’t have to but as I have to walk Archie anyway I may as well take Charlie and get paid for it lol.

Are there regular trains in and out of your town/city? There are, but I’ve never been on one.

Do you bathe your pets regularly? The dog gets a bath every 2-3 months. I’d never even risk putting any of the cats in the bath lol.

Do you have a mailbox or do you collect your mail from the post office? We have a letterbox in the front door, but we get parcels sent to my in-laws and collect them from there.

What was the last animal you saw, and was it a pet? At the moment I can see Simba climbing on the dining chairs lol and yes, he’s our latest addition - a 10 week old ginger kitten.

Have you ever had an ear infection?  Yes, a few times unfortunately. I get waxy ears and when it gets impacted I end up with an infection.

If you could watch any TV series right now, what would it be? I’m happy with Motorway Cops on in the background.

Would you have any clue when your best friend last got their hair cut? I think he got it done about a month ago.

Someone messages you just as you’re about to go to sleep. Do you reply? It depends on the person and the message.

Do you grind your teeth, and if so, why do you do it? No. The idea makes me shudder lol.

Have you ever been hospitalized due to dehydration? No, but I’ve fainted from it a couple of times.

Is there anything you need to remember to do before the day ends? I just want to get my blanket washed as I’m house-sitting next week and like taking it with me for the evenings so I can sit out in the garden.

When you listen to music with headphones, do you keep the volume low enough to hear surrounding noise faintly, or do you blast it? I don’t really like using headphones.

What’s your favorite online radio site? I don’t use any. I just use Spotify or YouTube for music online.

Do your parents have any authority over who you date? No. I’m 34 and married.

How many different shades of nail polish do you have? Not very many - maybe four?

What did you have for breakfast this morning? Peanut butter on toast, a glass of apple juice and a mug of coffee.

Are you lucky enough to have an ice maker in your refrigerator door? No but the house I’m sitting in from tomorrow has an ice-maker and it’s one of my favourite things about staying there LOL. 

Are you the type to wake up before the sun has even risen? Nope, definitely not.

Have you ever watched an anime series, start to finish? Nah. I’m not into anime.

Do you feel the need to rant about anything right now? If so, go for it. No, not really. I got my rant out this morning.

Do you have a favorite towel? What color is it? Yeah, it’s just a huge white one.

Have you seen any films with Judy Garland in them?: Only The Wizard of Oz.

How did you feel when you woke up today? Why? Groggy, just because I was in a really deep sleep.

Who was the last person you messaged on Facebook? Hannah.

When was the last time you saw them? Months ago. I just walk her dog for her occasionally so we never really see each other in person.

Do you have a friend named Nick? What’s his favourite food? I wouldn’t say we were friends but my old boss was called Nick. His favourite food was steak.

What are you listening to? Motorway Cops is on but it’s mainly for background noise.

What year are you/did you graduate? I graduated university in 2011.

Are you obsessed with anything? Wax melts much to Mike’s annoyance, lol.

Do you prefer waffles or pancakes? Waffles.

Do you prefer non-diet or diet soda? I prefer Diet Coke, but non-diet fruit flavoured stuff.

Do you like seafood? Most of it, yeah.

Are you craving anything right now? I’d love a cheeseburger from McDonald’s, but I’ll live. <--- ooh, that sounds good lol.

Do you dress appropriately for your age? I mean, what do you consider appropriate for a 34 year old? lol. I mostly wear leggings and tunic tops or sweaters if I’m not at work.

If McDonald’s sold hot dogs, would you buy them? They did at one point. Anyway, probably not - I’m not a fan of hot dogs.

How long is your hair? It reaches just above my boobs when it’s straightened.

Do you like your neighbors? I don’t really have anything to do with them, but they’re decent enough as far as neighbours go. Not too noisy and generally keep to themselves.

What’s your school motto? I’m not in school.

Has a bird ever flown into your window? Nope.

Which word did you say first, mama or dada? I have no idea.

How old were you when you learned to walk? Quite young I think, but I couldn’t tell you the exact age.

What was your first pet’s name? Kittens called Gizmo and Athena.

How many kids were in your class in kindergarten? Uhh, I think around 30 in our year group but it was generally split into two.

Who was your best friend in elementary? Lucy, Stephanie, Linnet and Becky.

Who was the best athlete in your freshman class? Probably Emily.

What teacher did all the high school boys/girls have a crush on? One of the art teachers - then he was found having an inappropriate relationship with a student and got fired lol.

Where do you see yourself in a year? I never think that far in advance - anything could change in a year.

If you were able to change one thing about yourself, what would it be? I wish I didn’t have anxiety.

Are you content just blending in with the crowd? Yeah, for sure. I hate being the centre of attention and I would absolutely hate to be well-known lol.

[crancisfrozier]

I’M SO HAPPY YOU RANKED AA AND RTRWRA SO HIGH!! I always get nervous about that cause the few FF fans I’ve interacted with weren’t very big fans of those records and the mainstream consensus seems to be that they’re not good (which is obv wrong, I don’t care what pitchfork rated it). I seriously think both are FFs most underrated albums. It’s actually really funny because last week or week before I probably would have switched my ranking of them and had Right Thoughts at the top. I do the same thing though where I’ll listen to a particular song or album nonstop for like a week, and then shift my focus to a different song or album! It’s so fun to just take a deep dive into the discography this way, I feel like you can always come away learning something new about it or even just finding a deeper appreciation of it!

another read more because I can’t shut up lmao

But yea I think Right Thoughts in particular gets WAY more hate then warranted. Cause like you mentioned with AA, at least there I can understand why people would overlook it or write it off as too weird or just a talking heads impression, but all the criticism I’ve seen about Right Thoughts is that it’s basically watered down FF/YCHISMB which ?? makes no sense??? Like how can you listen to Evil Eye and be like “yea they’re just washed up, they’re phoning it in” IT’S MADNESS.

You make such a good point about AA though, and honestly what makes me love the band so much, is that through all of their changes they have stayed true to the sound. No matter how much the music and the line-up changes, there is a real heart to it that is so disappointing that a lot of music critics don’t see. They have NEVER compromised on that and it’s really so rare in the music industry these days.

That’s so interesting how you got into Sparks before FF though! I feel like it’s usually the other way around haha. I had seen Sparks on my dash, I think I have a couple mutuals who became really big fans after Edgar Wright’s documentary about them aired, so I would see posts about them here and there on the dash. To be honest for the first little while I wasn’t 100% convinced they were a real band, and not some marketing stunt by Bill Hader, Fred Armisen, et al. from the Documentary Now crew for a new season of the show or something lmao. Like a really famous director making his first documentary about these two guys who have been making music for 50+ years and influenced all these really famous musicians, but never broke the mainstream themselves? That is prime DN material lol. But then I saw the video of them performing with Cate Blanchette at Glastonbury and had to kind of go “okay this is good maybe I should go listen to more”. Now “This Town Ain’t Big Enough For Both Of Us” is one of my fav songs. Another one to crank the volume up in the car lol. Have you seen Sparks live before? I think they’re on tour right now, right?

But yes ugh that collab is SO GOOD that song in particular is such a good utilization of Alex’s baritone that I would LOVE to hear more of. All of the members of Pip Blom seem so cool and down to earth too, like they’re having so much fun everytime they play.

Alex had a six week residency on Absolute Radio?? And I’m just now hearing about this??? Yeah I have some googling to do cause that sounds amazing. He really does have such a great taste in music! Everytime I watch an interview where he mentions a band I go look them up and they’re killer. I got into Orange Juice cause of him!

But yes same goes for you! Please feel free to message/ask whenever! It’s so refreshing being able to talk so in depth about the band to someone with good taste lol

Re: your previous post, I just have to ask what your FF album rankings are thus far! Also I’m loving that someone else is talking about the band at length, it’s been too quiet in the fandom on here haha

Okay this is such a big question I actually switched from mobile to desktop to answer this so be prepared for a novel here lol. But first of all yea I am so surprised the fandom is so quiet on here? I can almost always depend on Tumblr to have a little group of weirdos blogging about a vague special interest I develop so this is a little jarring! Especially considering I can see the fandom was once big enough that there was fanfiction written for it! Makes me a little sad that I seem to have missed it's heyday, but I'm glad there's still a few people kicking around haha.

(putting this under a read more because it got long wow wtf)

ANYWAY though onto the ranking! Now this list changes rapidly from week to week and sometimes day to day, but here is my current list descending (no pun intended):

Always Ascending

Franz Ferdinand

Right Thoughts, Right Words, Right Actions

Tonight

You Could Have It So Much Better

*I adore Sparks and FFS, but since it's a dual release I'm excluding it from the list. However, if I included it I would probably put it between Right Thoughts and Tonight*

I feel like it's controversial to put Always Ascending above, well literally everything, and it's also funny because I use to consider this to be their WORST album, but it has grown on me so so much. I really appreciate that they were trying to do something new and experimental with their music and also I presume make an ode to one of their huge influences (Talking Heads). And throughout it all they continue to stick to (and in this case exceed imo) their thesis of "make girls dance". It's just so fun, y'know? So dance-able! The instrumentation is also EXCEPTIONAL on this album. The guitar licks in "Lazy Boy" are some of my favorite of any recent songs and the sparkly synth beats in Lois Lane are GORGEOUS. It honestly reminds me a lot of what they were trying to do on Tonight, where they stripped back their sound a bit. The focus is more on the drums, the beat, and the bass than the kind of punchy guitar attitude we heard on Franz Ferdinand and YCHISMB, but Ascending just takes it one (or two) steps further.

Now, the above is my list of favorites which is different from what I would consider to be objectively better music. If I was ranking this critically/professionally it would probably be this:

Tonight

Franz Ferdinand

You Could Have It So Much Better

Always Ascending

Right Thoughts, Right Words, Right Action

The thing about both of these lists though is that, for me, there is no bad album on this list. They are literally all cover to cover listens with iconic bangers on every. single. one. What is considered my favorite could change with my mood or how nostalgic I'm feeling that day. My personal theory on these albums though is that people's preferences are going to sway with what they like FF for. If you like them for the punchiness of their first two albums (that was such a hallmark of the post-punk revival) you probably won't like Right Thoughts and you'll probably actively dislike Always Ascending. If you like them when they're doing weird stuff you'll probably like Right Thoughts and Always Ascending much more. Tonight I think is a really good mix of both which is why it's a lot of people's favorites and a good starting point for any new fan if they only know Take Me Out and or/stuff from their debut album.

Btw it's really funny that as I saw this ask and was thinking about it, The Hard Times came out with an article of "All Franz Ferdinand Albums Ranked Worst to Best" that is almost identical to my second ranking but also pretty cruel to AA and RTRWRA :(. They also gave an honorable mention to FFS but said Call Girl was a skippable track (blasphemy). But yea, I just thought that was pretty amusing timing lol.

I really cannot wait until they release a new album because Curious and Billy Goodbye are such absolute bangers (catch me dancing in my kitchen to Curious at least once a week) and if those singles are anything to go on, the next album is going to be AMAZING.

I would also like to give a shoutout to Alex's collab he did with Pip Blom called "Is This Love?" because it's quickly working it's way up my spotify rankings of top tracks since I cannot stop listening to it on repeat, it's just SO GOOD.

Okay I'm so sorry this turned into a thesis about Franz Ferdinand, but I have had a lot of pent up obsession about this and you just gave me a world class excuse to info dump lol. I would be really interested to see your ranking as well and see how we compare! Thank you so much for the ask btw it means a lot! :)

[tartglias]

Xiao, Zhongli and Venti with an immortal s/o

“Sooo 👀 can i request so some fluff hc for venti, xiao and zhongli with an immortal s/o?”

thank you so much for requesting!! this is my first time writing for more than one character at a time so it was a challenge lol thank you sm!!

Xiao

Xiao never understood the importance of time. Days, months, even years feel like nothing when you’re immortal. What a funny thing that is, immortality. He knows normal humans would do anything for it, and he despises them for that. Nothing so great came free, he knew that well. He was freed from tortures, only to get tormented by karma. He could still hear the voices and screams calling for help from tortured souls, these still haunt him daily. But the worst moments come when he sees that figure, that person who he once considered close. So close he could use the human word “soulmate”, if he believed in those, to describe who that person meant to him.

Many centuries back he met you, such a gentle person who got to break down his hard walls. A smile, a touch, a kiss. That’s all it took. So many meaningless years, and he never once encountered a person as kind yet strong like you. Someone who made the daily nightmares cease, with a simple smile and brush of fingers.

He remembers your last words like it was the day before. You were on top of one of the tall stones in Huaguang Stone Forest, Xiao laying his head on your lap and you placing small qingxin flowers on his hair. He wouldn’t allow anyone do that to him ever, but in the end, you were you. And you were different.

“Xiao” you called, once you were done placing the flowers. He opened his eyes and muttered a “hm?” in response. “I have to leave soon. Mondstadt calls me”

He sat up.

“What do you mean?”

“By tomorrow morning, I’ll be on my way back to Mondstadt” you said, quietly standing up.

He stood up too.

“When will I see you again?” he asked, now not being able to look at you.

“I don’t know” you said, reaching out for his hand and taking it. You placed a soft kiss on his knuckles, and he felt himself calm down at the gesture for a moment.

“I meant it when I said I’ll love you forever, Xiao” you said, finally locking eyes with him. You had teary eyes, he dreaded to see you like that. If it were up to him, he would swallow every bit of pain in your body and soul, just to see you smile.

And with that, you disappeared. As quickly as you broke down his walls, you disappeared just as quick the next day. Days, months and years became even more meaningless, but somehow he felt them longer. He missed you every day, he whispered to the moon every night, wishing that some archon would hear and bring you back to him. He knew you were like him, but he never heard from you again. Were you able to finally cross to the other side? He tried to erase those thoughts from his mind.

He later found himself in that very same stone, the one in which he last saw you. New Qingxin flowers blossomed, and they reminded him of you. He sat down, staring at the horizon. But then, he felt a strange swift of wind, and a presence behind him. He quickly stood up, ready to put his mask on and kill whoever dared to interrupt his solitude. But he didn’t. The mask in his hand dropped to the floor, next to the flowers.

“I’m back” you said, with a shy smile.

“You’re back” he said, more to himself than to you. Were you really there?

His question was soon answered, once you stepped closer and pulled him in a hug. He found himself wrapping his arms around you, holding you as close as he could, while trying to hold back his tears.

“I’m sorry I took so long, my beloved” you said as you locked your eyes with his. You grabbed his hand and held it, but you never once let go of the hug.

“I’m here to stay now” you whispered.

Zhongli

“You need to stop playing with people’s hearts” Zhongli said, as he sipped on his tea and looked at you questioningly. You rolled your eyes in response and put your focus back on your potion. A few petals from the most exotic flower in Teyvat, a little bit of juice made from vines and a teaspoon of slime condensate.

“Sometimes mortals need a little push in the right direction” You said, finishing up the mix and transferring it to a small bottle made of glass. “Plus, we’ve been here for centuries, I’m bored and I need a hobby”

“I don’t think that messing with human’s love lives can be considered a hobby. I don’t think it’s morally correct” he said.

“You’re very dramatic. I can feel the true desires of every being that touches the soil in Teyvat, and if I sense that the desire is mutual, I simply work my magic” You said, sitting back on your chair next to the tall man.

“Can’t you let them figure it out by themselves?” He asked.

“That’s no fun Zhongli” You said, finishing up the sweet perfume-potion you were creating.

You and Zhongli have been friends for centuries. You met when you moved to Liyue as the representative of the Dendro Archon, someone you really looked up to. Zhongli was kind enough to make you feel at home, and soon became friends with the Geo Archon. Though you must admit, you always wished it was something more.

Maybe that’s why you picked up this “hobby” of yours. Unrequited love is something painful and mortals only live a short life, you believe they should live it fully, if possible.

“Are you alright?” Zhongli asked, interrupting your thoughts with a concerned look on his face. You didn’t realize you had a sad look on yours.

“Oh? Yeah of course” You said, quickly brushing it off and proceeding decorating the small glass bottle.

“Y/n-“ he started, placing a hand on top of yours in order to get your attention. “I’ve known you for a long time. I know when something is wrong”

It was funny. He knew you like the back of his hand, he knew how to read you since the first time he laid his eyes on you. Yet he never found out how you truly felt about him, how your heart made like a million flips whenever he did something as simple as hold your hand, or brush a hair away from your face. All these little things and gestures, have been making you swoon over your closest friend for years, centuries even.

“Time and love are strange concepts, aren’t they?” You asked, looking straight at him. Here goes nothing, you thought.

“I believe those are rather simple concepts”

“You can spend a lifetime with someone, know every habit and expression but you don’t know how they truly feel about you” You said staring at him, searching for any hint that indicated he knew what you were talking about. But you saw nothing. Who were you kidding? He’s just your friend, has been for a long time.

You let out a defeated laugh, standing up and letting go of his hand. “Forgive me, I don’t really know what i’m saying” you said, grabbing the potion and starting to leave. But you felt his hand on your wrist, stopping your movements.

“You said you felt the desires of every being that stepped foot on Teyvat’s soil, am I right?” he asked, looking at you. You nodded. “Does it work on me?”

“You wanted to get close to me, as a friend”

“My apologies my dearest y/n, but I think your blessing is wrong” he said, standing up and holding your hand once again. “I did want to get closer to you as a friend at first, but not any longer. I’ve been observing mortals for a while as well, on my daily walks through Liyue Harbor, and I think I finally understood my feelings”

You were sure that if Zhongli listened close enough, he would hear the fast beating of your heart.

“I’ve been waiting for you to use your love potion on me, my dear y/n. I’m sure it wouldn’t have worked anyways since I believe it would take a lot of effort to make an effective potion that could work on me. But it would have given me the excuse to tell you how I really feel” he said.

“How do you feel then?” you asked him, looking up at the tall man.

“I think I’m very lucky to have you by my side, and it makes me want to travel to the Dendro nation and personally thank the Archon for assigning you to Liyue. I also want you to still be by my side for the centuries to come, if you’re okay with that” he said, lowering his voice by the end.

You acted before you could process your thoughts. You stood on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek gently, never letting go of his hand. He liked you, he felt the same way about you. It was real.

“I’m okay with that” you replied.

Venti

It was almost noon, almost an hour after the original time you accorded with Venti to meet. You planned a picnic date by the big tree near the statue of the Seven, your favorite spot. The same spot which later, became Venti’s favorite spot as well.

He wasn’t a person who would jump straight to conclusions. You were late. Maybe you fell asleep, maybe you couldn’t find the guitar you promised to bring so you could play a duet. Being late doesn’t mean something bad happened, right?”

He decided to wait a few more moments, but once the sun set, he had enough. He went out to try and find you. He went to your house, but noticed the door was locked and no one was inside. “They left” he thought.

He slowly but surely started to get desperate. Where were you? Were you hurt? Did you get lost somehow? He went to Angel’s Share, and not even Master Diluc had seen you. If Venti wasn’t in such a panicked state, he would have noticed the rare concerned and worried look Diluc had on his face.

If any traveler walked by literally any road in Mondstadt, they would soon encounter a big rush of wind. Venti went from here to there as fast as he could, trying to find you.

He soon enough found you in Stormbearer Mountains, fighting hilichurls and two pyro mages. You looked tired, sweat covering your body and your clothes were dirty. It was obvious that this has been going on for a while. You gripped your sword as hard as you could, and kept fighting. Why didn’t you call for him? With no exception, Venti tells you daily to call for him if you ever encounter a problem. It’s not that he doesn’t think you’re strong, oh no, he believed you were the strongest mortal in Teyvat. But in the end, to him you were still a mortal. Fragile and over-sensitive. He often told you to call his name, that the wind will carry it and he will appear there to help you out. So why didn’t you?

“y/n!” he screamed, once he laid his eyes on you. You turned around and saw a rush on wind, and felt his presence. What you didn’t feel though, was the pyro attack coming from one of the mages. The mage summoned three pyro artifacts that surrounded you, and burnt you. You felt your energy slip away, your head dizzy and your body burning. Then, you felt the cold wind, Venti quickly finishing off the mages and the remaining hilichurls.

Venti thought it was over. You were kneeled down, burnt skin, gasping for air. It was over, you were going to die. He felt his eyes water and fear running through his veins. He wrapped his arms around you, making you lean on his chest.

“Don’t leave me” he begged. “please”

“My dear, I don’t think I can” you said, letting out a short laugh.

“Please stay strong, I think I can carry you to the cathedral but you need to hold very still so-“ he started saying, now fully crying but you interrupted him by putting a hand on his cheek and wiping his tears with your thumb.

“I’m serious, I don’t think I can leave anyways. Venti, I literally can’t die.” you said, with a laugh and slowly standing up.

“You... you’re immortal?” he asked, looking up at you, not being able to leave the floor.

You nodded. “I thought you knew”

“I hate you” he said, standing up and wiping away his tears. “I do”

“No you don’t. But you’re cute though!” you said, grabbing his face and kissing the tip of his nose. “I’m very sorry I’m late though, my commission took longer than I thought but let me compensate you with dinner and a bottle of wine”

“But you’re still burnt?” he asked you, concern still in his face.

“Oh don’t worry about that, it will rip out when I start walking. I have healthy skin underneath” you said, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Why do I feel like this is not your first time getting so hurt?” he asked letting out a soft chuckle, suddenly feeling lighter now that he knows you’re okay and will probably be okay for a long long while.

“Eh, been there done that a few times” you simply said, taking his hand and walking back to the city of Mondstadt.

[to-pimp-a-blue-butterfly]

r/bpdlovedones | a callout post. ableism isn’t cute, luvs [LOTS OF IMAGERY]

[meme created by u/tu2cerix on reddit, all screenshots taken by the lovely r/bpdlovedonesHATEsub xo]

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So judging by the title, you’re questioning why I’m calling out a subreddit mainly for loved ones affected by those with BPD, and of course I understand. But before we begin, let me explain.

r/BPDLovedOnes is “supposedly” a sub made for those healing from loved ones with Borderline Personality Disorder, a Cluster B personality disorder,

This illness is incredibly stigmatized by individuals, especially those who lurk and post on r/BPDLovedOnes, who spread lies, saying that everyone with BPD is a loveless abuser. Which is not even close to true.

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This subreddit has been spreading ableist views and discriminative information under the guise of “helping people”, which is not the truth whatsoever.

Which is incredibly funny, because this is what their rules look like:

‘NotAllBorderlines’ lol. Not all Borderlines are going to be abusers, you dumb shits. And if you’ve been abused by someone with BPD while YOU have it, you’re not allowed to be involved.

How...lovely?

So if I’ve been abused by someone with BPD but I have it myself, I can’t get support? Beautiful! [eyeroll]

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The Art Gallery

Portrait One: I Generalize Everyone with an Addiction Problem and Post Intimate Conversations on Reddit

You sound...kinda judgy there, fella.

First of all, not everyone with addiction issues has BPD. Second of all, why are you posting an intimate conversation on Reddit? If it’s making you uncomfortable, maybe stop? Discuss that with her? Instead of blasting her on the Internet lol? Is that difficult?

And what do you mean “trauma bond”? We can’t see the rest of your conversation lol. By the looks of it you asked her about her past and she doesn’t want to share it with you. It seems like you WANT an excuse to cry on that sub. I wouldn’t want to be in a relationship with someone who posts our issues on the Internet instead of working it out with me. It’s not Reddit’s business. I feel bad for the girl tbh

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Portrait Two: Medical Professional Calls Out The Sub and Speaks All Fax, No Printer

pwBPD - Person with BPD

You know your subreddit is shit if a MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL has called you out on it.

THE ONLY REASON for banning a medical professional from your echo chamber of bullshit is because you want to live in a world where everyone with BPD is the literal Antichrist and you want to continue hating them for no reason other than you’re hateful yourself. 

They love to preach and say that those with BPD are mentally ill, but I have never once seen someone with BPD send death threats. Hysterical.

Wouldn’t you want your loved ones to get help? Instead of hating on them, generalizing everyone with the disorder? A little odd, huh?

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TW: SELF HARM, RAPIST MENTIONS

Portrait Three: I Can’t Properly Name This Portrait As My Eyes Have Rolled Into The Back Of My Head / Hypocricy

Ummm...this was...a ride. 

You can’t tell someone to “cut into their veins” and then turn around to say we’ll call you a bully for wanting to talk respectfully lol. How does it feel...to be more hateful than anybody I’ve ever seen?

My ex friend would say similar things to me, and you wanna know something? She doesn’t have BPD. I do. And yet...I’ve never said anything as cruel as what she would say. 

Maybe because...people who don’t have BPD can be abusive too? CRAZY, RIGHT?

Don’t tell r/BPDLovedOnes or they’ll have a stroke.

Moving on!

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Portrait Four: BPD Women are Evil Because I Couldn’t Make Them Orgasm :(

They faked orgasms to make you feel better, bud. Like how does that relate to BPD in any way whatsoever LMFAO????

“I drank orange juice and got reminded of BPD ex wife” is no doubt going to be a post in the future rofl

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I don’t want to continue digging into their little hivemind bullshit, but by the posts here, I’m sure you get the point of how shit that sub actually is.

I really don’t give a fuck if you require support, I wish the best for you, but generalizing and discriminating against EVERYONE who has the disorder isn’t healing, that’s you projecting your emotions onto an entire spectrum. 

You want to heal? Don’t use Reddit. That’s all I can fucking say. Especially when the group has people talking shit about it constantly.

You cannot say you wish for us to heal and then refuse to acknowledge or put an end to the judgement and hate that is pointed directly at us. It’s utter bullshit. 

A lovely Domestic Violence counselor was kind enough to message the moderators of that shithole,

And according to them, all the mods said was “read our rules” LMFAOOOOOOO

They can’t get any more pathetic than that. It’s difficult to go farther, I swear. 

Imagine having a counselor wish to help people with their healing while avoiding ableism and you DENY THEM? The stupidity. I can’t wrap my head around it.

Share/reblog this post if you can please. I’m tired of ignorant fuckwads disgusting themselves as God Chosen healers when they’re haters in helper’s clothing.

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[quicksilverownsmysoul]

Maybe some Colin exhibitionism??? Like maybe Colin and the reader are in a hotel on a high floor, and they fuck near a window? If that's dumb plz feel free to ignore this lol - @kaislittleheadliner

That is not dumb at all!!! I love that idea so much, he’d be all blushy but so turned on at the same time. (Also it’s been a minute since I’ve written smut so I’m sorry if this sucks)

The Top Floor

Summary: you and Colin are staying at a hotel in between a mission. You both drink a little too much champagne and start asking each other where the wildest place you’ve ever had sex is. And one thing leads to another and Colin asks if you’ve ever done it against a window in a hotel.

Word count: 1936

Warnings: smut, +18, sub Colin, exhibitionism, female receiving

You looked out at the city below, cars bustling by and people crowding the streets despite it being late evening. It was a wonderful view, a little too nice for what was supposed to be a lodging in between your investigation in the city. You turned around as you heard the door open, peeling your gaze away from the large window.

Colin walked in carrying a bottle of champagne in his hands. “Look what the hotel gifted us.” You took the bottle from him examining the expensive label and brand.

You cocked an eyebrow at him. “The hotel gifted us this?”

“They gifted, I bought, same difference.” You laughed at his admittance.

He reached into the back pockets of his slacks, pulling out two glasses and flipping them in his hands. “Impressive.” You took your glass from him.

“I learned it from a movie.” He winked and filled your drink to the brim.

You and Colin had been flirting with each other for a while now. Sly jokes and fleeting touches here and there. You couldn’t deny how his handsome features made you swoon and when the muscles rippled in his arms your thighs clenched. Colin sat down next to you on the bed, sipping at his own glass and he reviewed the case with you.

But a couple drinks later you were both too giggly to focus. Your conversations drifting from work to more interesting topics such as first kisses and first dates. You leaned back onto your elbows, tilting your head back as you finished your third drink of the night. The bubbly liquid flowing down your throat seamlessly. “So.” You started, biting your lip as you watched Colin through half lidded eyes. He was laying at the other end of the bed, his head resting on your legs.

“What?” He asked with a lazy smile, turning his head, making a curl spring loose from his gelled hair.

“Where is the craziest place you’ve ever done it?”

“Done what?”

You giggled at his naivety. “You know what.” You giggled for a second more before reducing it to a smile. “Where’s the craziest place you’ve ever had sex.” You whispered the last part, the alcohol making you almost embarrassed to say the word.

Colin’s eyes widened and he nearly rolled off the bed. His face was redder than you had ever seen it, he had never been asked something that straightforward before. He stayed silent, playing with the rim of his glass. You bounced your leg to regain his attention. “Come onnnn, tell me.”

Colin let out an airy laugh, his eye darting between you and the floor. “Okay okay.” He took a deep breath. “I guess in the backseat of my car.”

“That’s the wildest place?” You asked with a drunk giggle.

Colin’s face burned at your question yet again. “Yeah.” He cleared his throat, trying his best to play it cool as he turned the question back at you. “Well where’s the wildest place you’ve ever done it?”

You smirked, shifting so that you were laying on your side now, Colin had his head propped up in his hands. “On top of a Ferris wheel.”

Colin wet his lip, trying to ignore the dull ache that had been coming from his crotch ever since this conversation had started. “Really.”

“Mhmm.”

Colin played with a loose string on the duvet, gathering his courage. Because he knew once he started this conversation there was no going back. “Where are some of the other places you’ve done it?”

You began to list where you’d had sex, pausing after each one to explain what exactly took place. You could feel your own arousal starting to form as you went on. After you listed the last one Colin lifted his head to look at you. “Have you ever done it against a window in a hotel?” You didn’t miss the way his eyes glanced between you and the large window looking out at the city. You also didn’t miss the tent that he was trying to hide in his pants.

You ran your tongue over your teeth. “No.”

It hung heavy in the air, you both knew what he was getting at. And what his question had meant to lead to. His face was red but his eyes were dark with need and lust. His voice was barely a whisper but you heard it, hanging onto every word. “Would you like to?”

Colin’s breath hitched as he watched you shift, leaning down to kiss him, his lips parting automatically for you. You heard him whimper against your lips, letting your tongue explore his mouth. Lightly sucking on his tongue before pulling away with. Colin was breathless, his chest heaving and you had barely touched him.

You ran your thumb across his cheekbone, pressing an open mouth kisses to the exposed skin of his neck. Lightly moving the collar of his shirt to the side. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this.”

“Please.” Colin didn’t even know what he was begging for but he was ready to accept anything you were willing to give him.

You lifted yourself off the bed, making Colin stand with you. You were pressed flushed together, his crotch rubbing against yours in the most satisfying way. He began to slowly rut against you, letting out soft moans as he gained some friction. You let him even moving in sync, a moan of your own slipping past. But you were too needy to let it go on for long. And judging from the damp spot on the front of his slacks so was he.

You made quick work of unbuttoning his shirt, roughly pushing it off his shoulders. He did the same to you, fingers shaking as your bra clad chest was exposed to him. His hands hovered over your breast, longing to touch them. You reached behind and undid the claps of your bra, tossing it aside. Colin groaned and immediately attached his hands to you. You let out a sigh of relief as he began to massage your breasts, lighting thumbing over your nipples.

You snaked your hand down and ran your hand over the front of his pants, watching the shiver that ran down his body. He pulled away and moved to undo his belt, but his hands were so shaky he couldn’t even undo the buckle. You gave him a gentle smile and did it for him. He immediately discarded his pants and his hands played with the string of your panties, your pants had been taken off long ago.

You put your hands over his and guided the material down your thighs, letting it pool around your ankle before kicking it off. At seeing you fully bare, Colin dropped to his knees, his hot breath fanning over where you needed him most. He could smell you, and he was dying to taste you. He nudged his head against your thighs, silently asking for you to let him do what he wanted.You pressed your back fully to the window, the cool surface contrasting to your warmth in the best way. “Go on baby.”

Colin began to kiss up your thighs, pressing one lingering kiss onto your hip bone. Sucking a hickey there before running his tongue across your folds, stopping when he got to your clit. He began to suck, his teeth gently nipping. Your head fell back against the glass, you hands coming to pull at his hair, messing up his once neat style. “You’re doing so good.” Colin groaned, sending vibrations up your core. “All of the city can see you eating me out and making me feel so good if they look up.” You teased, grinding your dripping pussy against his hungry lips. “Such a dirty boy.”

You could see his cock throbbing in his boxers, the mix of your praise and degradation making him even more turned on. You gently pulled him back from your core, swooning at the dazed look on his face. His eyes were half lidded and his mouth was dripping with your juices. You pushed some of it back into his mouth, letting out a groan as he began to suck on your fingers. He let go of them with a pop and eagerly surged forward, wanting to make you finish on his tounge. But you stopped him, making him let out a low whine and look up at you with puppy dog eyes.

“As much as I’d love to have you between my thighs all day, I needed you now.” You dragged Colin back up to his feet. He watched as you turned around, pressing your front fully to the glass. Colin watched as your pussy flutter, your wetness dripping further down your thighs.

He moved closer, letting his cock spring free of his boxers. You could have drooled at the sight, he was absolutely perfect. The tip was an angry red with a pearl of precum dribbling down the side, he was the perfect combination of long and thick. It seemed even though you had given him control he still needed your guidance. “Please.” He whined, kissing up your spine. You reached back and pulled him forward by his ass, his member sitting flush along the curve of your ass.

“Come on pretty boy.” You grabbed his member, lining it up with your entrance. “Fuck me.” Colin thrust into you in one quick movement, letting out a loud groan.

“God, it’s been so long.” He buried his face in the crook of your neck, him trying to get used to the feeling while you took time to adjust. But after a couple second you both began to move. He thrusting up wildly, as you met his movements. Each snap of his hips, pressing you closer to the window, your tits smushed against the glass. His hands were locked on your hips, desperately trying to reach as deep as he could. You leaned back into him, tangling one hand in his hair. “Fuck I’m close.” He whined.

“Me too.” You moaned out. You could feel his thrusts getting sloppier. You turned in his grasp, so your back was to the window once again. You locked one leg behind his back and began to bounce on his cock. The new position made his knees weak and he leaned on you for supports.

“I’m gonna come.” As soon as the words left his mouth he did, pulling out to release his cum all over your lower belly. He reached down and rapidly pumped three of his fingers, you clenched around them pulling them as deep as you could. A few short moments later you came as well. You were both breathing hard leaning against each other for support.

His head was resting on your chest. You pulled him up to press a soft kiss to his lips. “Now I’ve had sex against a window in a hotel.” Colin laughed, leading you both over to fall onto the soft mattress.

“And so have I.”

You hummed, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He let you coddled him for a few moments more before pulling you towards the end of the bed. You let out a squeak, watching as he dropped in his knees at the foot of the bed. “What are you doing.”

He smirked, sucking on the hickey he had left on your hip earlier. “Finishing what I started.” As you felt his lips connect with your pussy once more you knew you were both in for a long night. One that was long overdue

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[gubler-me-up]

A Man After Midnight

Request: can you do a extremely dirty and down right filthy smut with dom spencer and fem/sub reader. like with heavy degradation, overstimulation, dirty talk, slapping, choking. basically just down right smut. if not it’s okay :)

A/N: Thanks for the prompt, anon! Fun fact: I was listening to Abba’s Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight) slowed+reverb when I made this title because the song was doing something when I was reading this request. Feel free to listen to it while reading, it’s a BANGER! This is a longer than usual fic since all the fics I’ve published recently were shorter, but there was a lot to do here LOL And I’m posting it after midnight, so does that make me a woman after midnight? Anyway, hope you enjoy!!

Couple: Dom!Spencer/Sub Fem!Reader

Category: SMUT (NSFW 18+)

Content warning: Heavy degradation, slapping, spitting, choking, penetrative sex, overstimulation, dirty talk, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, female masturbation, mention of sex toys    

Word count: 3k

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You were laying on your couch mindlessly browsing Amazon to see what you could spend your money on now. You had a bad habit of browsing through every category when you were bored. Since you were on there though you decided to take a peek at any new sex toys they had.

You scrolled down the page filled with vibrators, dildos and other assortments of toys they were newly selling. As you scrolled you found yourself thinking of Spencer. Usually your companion on boring nights, but tonight he warned you not to bother him. He told you he was going to be busy with going through case files since he was a bit behind.

You went over to your text messages to see if he had messaged you anything after you told him you wouldn’t bother him. He hadn’t. You looked at the time and saw it was 11:40 p.m. You opened the text message you were having with Spencer. You were curious if he was still working or if he had time to acknowledge your existence. You asked him how working on the files were going and then went back to Amazon.

You continued to scroll through the sex toys as you waited for him to text back. The more you looked at the dildos on the page the more you wished Spencer was over. You two had seen each other more than usual in the past month, but it never seemed as if there was time to have sex. He had a lot of work to do outside of already working ridiculous hours. You guessed that was the downside of not going on cases frequently. You were grateful he was around to go out and hang out with, but you missed him holding you down and fucking you mindless.

You checked to see if you missed a text from him. He hadn’t texted you back. You sighed and decided to message him again. You asked him if he was busy still and waited to see if he would respond. You waited for two minutes, but didn’t receive anything back. You guessed he was still busy. You found it astonishing that even a genius like him could take so long to do these case files. He was probably flooded by them.

You sighed as you locked your phone and laid it on your chest. You closed your eyes to rest them from staring at your screen light. Your mind started to wander to the last time you and Spencer had sex. He had you bent over your couch begging him to fuck you harder and harder. He had to cover your mouth at one point because you were being so loud that your neighbours were pounding on your wall. Just the thought of his dick pounding in you got you wet.

You opened your eyes and picked back up your phone. If he wasn’t going to text you maybe he’d answer a call from you. You just wanted to hear his voice if that was the only thing he could give you. You dialed his number and put your phone against your ear as you eagerly anticipated his voice. A few rings went by before you heard him answer.

“Yes, Y/N?” He asked.

He sounded slightly annoyed, but his deep, bothered tone made your heart speed up. Hearing his tone directly in your ear was such a sweet sound. You wanted to keep him on the line as long as possible.

“You didn’t answer my text messages, so I just wanted to know if you were alright,” you said.

“I’m fine. I told you I’d be busy, so I wouldn’t be able to talk,” he said.

“I know, I know, but you could have at least texted me back saying you were still busy. Had me out here wondering things,” you said.

“Wondering things?” He questioned.

“Yeah.”

“Like?”

“I don’t know like you coming over.”

“Y/N, you know I can’t tonight.”

“Just for a little. I know you don’t go to bed early anyway. I’d love to see you.”

“Tomorrow.”

“Babe, please. I want to see you tonight. I need to see you tonight.”

There was a pause on his end. His silence was killing you, but he didn’t leave you hanging for long. He let out a long sigh. He paused again before finally saying something again.

“You sound desperate. What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong is that I want to be your little whore tonight and you’re not letting me do that for you.”

He paused again. These pauses were indicating to you that he was taking your words into consideration. You knew how much he loved when you acted like his little whore. Doing anything he asked, letting him treat you however he wanted and enjoying every bit of it.

“I don’t know. I’m already behind with-”

“Don’t you want to fuck me?”

He paused.

“Well?”

“Yes.”

“Then come over and you can fuck me however you want.”

He paused again. You sat up as you waited for his response. You could hardly maintain your cool as you licked your lips in excitement. He finally let out a long, draining sigh.

“I’ll be there a bit after midnight. You know how much I hate when you sound overly desperate.”

“You’re coming here regardless though, are you not?”

“Only to help your desperate nature.”

You giggled. “Can’t wait to see you too. I’ll make sure I’m ready for you.”

“You better. See you soon.”

Without another word exchanged, he hung up. You hopped off the couch and let out a thrill fuelled shriek. You ran to your room and went straight to your drawer. You grabbed your favourite matching bra and underwear set before heading to the washroom.

You turned on your shower to let it warm up. You stripped your clothes off and looked at yourself in the mirror. You touched your breasts and then slowly ran your hands down your sides. You couldn’t contain the feeling of ecstasy you were experiencing throughout your whole being. The thought of Spencer was enough to get you feeling like an animal.

You hopped into the shower. You let the water flow over your body as you closed your eyes. The warmth of the water was refreshing. Before you opened your eyes and begin your shower, you let your hand wander down to your clit. You started to circle it as you thought of Spencer watching you do it with concentrated eyes. You stuck two of your fingers inside of you as you continued to recount countless times Spencer had you in his grip and had his way with you.

You pumped your fingers in and out of you at a rapid pace. You started moaning louder and louder. Your thoughts alone carried you to your orgasm as you let out a high pitched moan. You pulled your fingers out and let the water clean them of your juices.

After you were done showering, you put your favourite lotion on and your favourite deodorant. You then put on the bra and underwear combo. You looked at yourself in the mirror. You played around with your hair to see how sexy you could make it. Not that it mattered anyway, but you wanted to look as presentable as possible for the first few minutes of his arrival.

You went into your room and went over to your dresser. You picked out your favourite perfume and gave yourself a few sprits of it on your chest. You loved to doll yourself up before getting the shit fucked out of you because you knew how much Spencer loved making you look disheveled. He loved seeing you go from near perfect to his perfect little whore.

You heard a few knocks at your door. You felt chills crawl down your spine as you strolled over to your door. You looked through the peephole and saw Spencer standing there waiting for you to let him in. You smiled and opened the door enough to let him in.

“Welcome,” you said.

He smiled at you as he walked in. You immediately closed the door and leaned your back against it with your hands placed behind your back. You stared at him as you bit your lip as he stood there all cool and collected. You knew this was the quiet before the storm.

He looked over at you. He beckoned you with a movement of his fingers to come close to him. You slowly walked up to him. You reached out your hands and pressed them against his chest. You looked lustfully into his eyes as he continued to stare intently at you.

“I’ve waited so patiently for you to fuck me, baby,” you said.

He grabbed your hands off of your chest. He held them tightly and close to his lips. He kissed your hands as he continued to look you in your eyes. You couldn’t break eye contact with him. It was as if he was looking into you.

“No, you weren’t. You’re too calm now. Did you masturbate before I came?” He asked.

“No,” you lied.

In one swift motion, he let go of your hands and took his right hand to grab your neck firmly. You let out a gasp as he pulled your face close to him. Just by him doing that you were back to feeling your juices in-between your legs.

“You’re such a lying little whore. Did I teach you to lie to me?” He asked.

“No,” you squeaked.

“Then why did you lie?” He asked.

“I don’t know,” you said.

“On your knees,” he demanded.

You dropped to your knees as he let go of your neck. You already knew the drill, so you opened your mouth wide and waited. He undid his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear. The sight of his dick got you revved up and ready to start the night ahead.

He grabbed a handful of your hair and pushed your head forward, so your mouth could swallow him whole. You choked on his dick as it reached the back of your throat. He kept it there for a while as he listened to you choke on his cock. He pulled you off of him and watched as a string of spit connected your mouth to his dick.

“What happens when you lie to me?” He asked.

“I choke on your dick,” you said.

He responded by shoving your mouth back on his dick. You gagged on it as you felt tears sting your eyes. Saliva dripped from the side of your mouth and went down your chin all the way to your breasts. He soon rocked his hips back and forth so he could fuck your mouth.

“You think you’re smart enough to outwit me? Let this be a reminder of your place as my little whore,” he said.

You moaned around his cock in agreement. You reached your hands towards his thighs for some stability. He pulled you off of his cock and slapped you before grabbing your chin, so you could face him.

“Hands behind your back, whore,” he demanded.

You did as he said and held your hands behind your back. You opened back up your mouth for him and he gladly went back to fucking your mouth. As he kept hitting the back of your throat, you could feel the tears stream down your eyes and it mixed with the saliva dripping down the side of your mouth.

He pulled your head off of him and held your head back, so you could look up at him. He looked at the tears running down your face. He then looked at your saliva running down your chin and running onto your breasts.

“Tell me what you think you look like right now,” he said.

“Like a disgusting whore,” you responded.

“You do,” he said.

He let go of your hair and grabbed your chin. He leaned down and gave you a hot and heavy kiss with his tongue, not shying away from tackling yours. He parted his lips from yours. He didn’t move his face far away from yours though. He squeezed your jaw, so you could keep your mouth open. A stream of his spit went into your mouth and you gladly let it fall on your tongue before swallowing.

“But you’re my disgusting whore. Tell me, what else were you doing before I came and tell me the truth,” he said.

“I was looking at sex toys,” you confessed.

“That’s how desperate you were? You were going to order sex toys instead of waiting for me to satisfy you?” He asked.

“I promise I wasn’t going to buy anything, baby. You’re the only thing that can satisfy me,” you said.

“Is that so?” He asked.

“Yes, I’m only for you. I’m only happy when you fuck me. My little whore pussy is only for you, I swear,” you said.

“Get up,” he demanded.

You shot up from your kneeling position and he immediately pushed you backward until your back hit the wall. He wrapped his big hand around your neck as his other hand went down to your clit and started to circle it. You let out a squeaky moan as he looked at your desperate expression.

“Tell me what you masturbated to,” he demanded.

“I-I…you,” you moaned.

He started to circle your clit faster. “What did the little whore squeak?”

“You,” you shrieked.

“And what about me?”

“I was thinking…a-about how…you f-f-fuck me.”

He slipped two of his long fingers in you. You let out a loud moan as he started to rapidly pump in and out of you. The way he looked at you with desire in his eyes made you soaking wet.

“How do I fuck you?”

“Like a whore. Like the fucking whore I am.”

“What makes you a fucking whore?”

“Because I love getting stuffed with dick. I do anything to get fucked.”

“What makes you my little whore?”

“I love being fucked by you. I do anything you want to just be close to your dick.”

He attacked you with another aggressive kiss as he continued his pace with his fingers in you. You could feel a tingling sensation running through you again. You knew he wasn’t going to stop though. He wanted to be the one to make you cum this time. You were glad to make him be the one to make you cum this time.

He pulled his fingers out prematurely. You let out an unsatisfied groan as he parted his lips from yours. He heard you and that came with repercussions. He gave you another slap on your cheek with the hand he just pulled out of you.

“Keep complaining and I won’t fuck you at all,” he said as he licked off your juices from his fingers.

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again,” you said.

“You’re lucky I want to fuck the shit out of you. Take off your underwear and bra,” he said as he let go of your neck.

You unhooked your bra and then pulled down your underwear. He grabbed your waist and pulled you in for another quick heavy kiss before leading you over to your kitchen table. You felt your blood pumping through your veins. You could tell you were about to get fucked hard. Whenever it wasn’t in the bedroom it was a sex act of pure, heavy lustful desire.

He grabbed you by your hair and forced your head down on the table. The rest of your torso fell onto the table as he positioned himself behind you. He slapped your butt cheek.

“Open your legs,” he said.

You spread your legs open and felt his dick ram inside of you. You let out a shriek as he continued to pound into you with such a great force you swear the table was moving with every thrust. He lifted your head up from the table, so your neck was bent back. It was bent far enough back so he could look at you desperately letting out your wild shrieks.

“This is how a whore gets fucked,” he said.

“I deserve it. I’ve been such a bad whore,” you said.

You felt his free hand go back to your clit. He rubbed circles around it and watched as you could barely form anything coherent to say. He smirked down at you.

“You can redeem yourself by cumming on the dick you love so much,” he said.

He didn’t even have to circle your clit for long. The look in his eyes mixed with the already lingering feeling of an orgasm from not too long ago sent you to your limit. You let out a scream as he continued to pound into you as you let your orgasm take over your body.

“That’s a good whore. Do you want my cum in you or on you?” He asked

“I-In…” Was all you could muster up to say.

“I knew a whore like you would want all my cum in you.”

“I-I…I love…love your cum.”

He smiled as he leaned down and gave you a sloppy kiss. “I know, you usually want to swallow it.”

“I…I want it…I want it to drip…out of my…”

“Shh, I know,” he said.

He planted a few kisses on your neck as he began to pound into you harder. You were screaming at that point from the feeling of his dick destroying you. Your nails were scratching the table as you tried to keep your balance. He let out a loud moan and you could feel his cum release into you.

He let go of your hair and pulled out of you. You felt his cum dripping out of you and you knew he was watching it drip out of you from behind. He then grabbed your arm to turn you around, so you could face him.

He smiled at you. “Is this what you so desperately wanted? This couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”

You gave him an exhausted smile. “I wanted to be your little whore tonight.”

He leaned down and kissed you. “You were a very good little whore tonight.”

“Does that mean a round two is up for discussion?” You asked.

He chuckled. “How about we get cleaned up and we cuddle instead?”

“Can I be your little cuddle whore at least?”

“Of course.”

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MASTERLIST

[mxchellesworld]

punishment games

natasha romanoff x reader

synopsis; in which your efforts to get back Nat’s attention leads to a much different result than expected 

warnings; smut obvi, use of strap ons, degradation, light impact play, use of restraints

a/n; so recently i’ve been on a binge of reading nat fics and goddd did i miss her!! anyways this idea came to me last night so i wanted to get it out asap before i forgot lol as always i hope you enjoy!!

also fuck the marvel timeline but if you place this around age of ultron it works

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You were being testy. And you knew it too. You also knew it was wrong to push blame onto someone else but technically Natasha started it. (no she didn’t)

It was another Stark party, a night of drinking and loud music over a meaningless celebration. However you loved them nonetheless, being able to smother Nat and taste the vodka on her lips while you both watched the boys goof off as if they didn’t normally.

However that was all pushed to the side when you saw some random blonde chatting it up with her. Usually you weren’t the type of person to be upset over someone talking to her but the moment the unfamiliar hand reached forward to tuck away a strand of loose red hair, no offense to Bruce but suddenly you were seeing green.

It was at an instant the gears in your head started spinning. Making your way to the small section where you were all sitting you marched right past her, adding a little sway to your hips before approaching the key to making this little plan work. Thor.

Ever since you had met him you had a little tiny crush on him. Who wouldn’t he was a god for fucks sake, 6’4 and sculpted to perfection. While yes, Natasha was your soulmate and only had eyes for you, she understood the appeal.

“Is this seat taken?” you asked twirling a piece of your hair leaning in for him to hear you over the bass pounding. 

It was as if he knew exactly what thought was swirling in your head just by taking a look past you to the sight on the leather couch parallel to him, he met your smirk as he responded, “Always a place for you my pretty little mortal.”

You giggled as his hands went to your hips pulling you down onto his lap. Your arm went around his neck, fingers running through his golden locks.

Turning your head you looked back at Natasha who was suddenly no longer interested in the woman sitting next to her.

Y/n: 1, you thought in your head. 

The next hour was spent still in Thor’s lap. As bold as you two were being he never let his hands steer any lower than your hip or waist. He caught you up on Asgard business. Even promising to take you someday. As intimidating as he seemed deep down he was nothing but a puppy. 

A few more minutes of laughing it up and he tapped on your thigh, “If you’ll excuse me my dear but I need to make a quick trip to the gentlemen’s room. However I will pass you on to my friend here,” he said pushing you onto another lap. 

You waved goodbye before turning your attention back to the newest player in your little game, “Hey there soldier,” you said with a smile. 

“Hey Y/n,” Steve said with a playful roll of his eyes. 

“So how’s the party been for you,” you asked before he cut you off. 

“Cut the shit Y/n.” 

“Woah Steven! You kiss your mother with that mouth?” you said with a laugh. 

“I just wanna know why you’re here instead of oh I don’t know hanging around your girlfriend.” he said nudging his beer bottle in Natasha’s direction. 

“Well when mommy’s and daddy’s get in fights-” Steve’s groan cut you off, “Anyways. She’s caught up in her own conversation.” 

“Really because it looks like she wants to bite someones head off.” 

This time when you turned around, dark green eyes were glaring right into yours. And they said the winter soldier stare was scary. However instead of fear it was nothing but pure heat shooting straight to your core. 

Looking back at Steve you played with the buttons on his blue, size smedium button down “Listen all you gotta do is sit here and look pretty, maybe give me a good squeeze once in a while. Nat’s not gonna hurt you.” 

The blonde scoffed, “Why do I find that hard to believe.” 

“I don’t like this attitude on you Steven,” you said playfully furrowing your brows, “did your little boyfriend Sam teach to act like this.” 

Steve lifted up his finger like he was about to scold you when a cold hand on your shoulder made you both freeze up, “Don’t bother Stevie, I know just how to put her in her place.” 

Natasha: 1

Her hand went down to your wrist pulling you along down the hallway and into an elevator, “Nat-” 

“I don’t wanna hear a single fucking word from you. Got it?” she said facing the metal doors. You gulped seeing the way her jaw clenched. Nodding your head knowing she was watching from the corner of her eyes. 

Once in your room she wasted no time in shoving you on the bed. Her lean frame over yours, trapping you under her. 

“Do you think it’s funny to act like a little slut in front of all our friends?” 

“No Nat-” your sentence ended before it started when a slap was landed on your cheek. The impact making you moan out. 

“Is this what you wanted princess? Did you need me to bring you back here and use you like the little fuck toy you are?” she said lips mere inches away from yours. 

Learning from past mistakes you kept your words to yourself and eagerly nodded your head, panting from the steady ache between your legs. You whined as she got up, watching as she walked to the little chest where you kept all your toys. 

“Get to the center of the bed and put your arms up,” she said without looking back at you, “clothes off, except your panties.” 

Instantly you followed her request going as quickly as you possibly could. She made her way over with metal cuffs, locking you in place before going back to the chest. You watched as she turned and made her way to the bed again, a long red toy attached to a strap was in her hands. 

She let out a mocking laugh as she noticed your eyes get wide when she lifted your legs to put on you instead of herself, “aw you didn’t think I was gonna reward you did you angel?” 

“Natty please I’m sorry,” you whimpered out as she moved to straddle your hips. The material of her jeans rubbing your legs made you painfully aware of you state of undress. 

She reached forward to squeeze your cheeks in one of her hands, “You should’ve thought about that before you wanted to whore yourself out to the boys.” 

“Now you’re gonna lay back and watch me fuck myself. And just maybe if I’m satisfied enough I’ll think about fucking you,” she said stripping herself of her clothes. 

You watched as she settled between your legs, one hand on the silicone cock and the other on your thigh, making you jolt. Her pink tongue licked a strip up the toy before she took it in her mouth. Never once did her eyes leave yours. 

It was as if you could feel her actions, the way she moaned around the toy bobbing her head. You knew it was nothing more than just to tease. The drawer full of lube suddenly forgotten about. 

Once she was done you watched as she settled herself on the tip of the toy, slowly lowering her self down. One hand squeezing on her breast, fingers rolling her perky pink nipple. You mewled at the sight, hips rising and digging the toy deeper inside her. 

“Oh look at my cute little toy just aching to make me feel good,” she said as she started moving her hips in slow circles. 

All you could do was dumbly nod in agreement. Your hands ached to touch her soft skin. Imagining the sight of little crescent marks on her hips as you fucked into her had you going crazy. 

“You know this could’ve been you malysh,” she said with a swift roll of her hips, the soft coo of her accent going straight to your core, “I would’ve even settled for a double ended toy, but from what I’ve seen tonight you don’t deserve any relief.” 

She picked up her rhythm, palms steady on either side of your head as she bounced up and down on the silicone cock. The sounds of her juices and moans drifting through the room was like music to your ears. 

You swore you could’ve cum on the spot. The sight above you was nothing short of heavenly, “Nat please let me help you,” you said breathlessly. 

“Please let me touch you! ‘M sorry,” you slurred out. 

“Aw my pathetic little baby,” she said leaning forward to wrap her hand around your throat. The slight amount of pressure making you gasp.

“I haven’t laid a single finger on you and you’re already so mindless,” said finally letting her lips touch yours. You moaned at the familiar taste of her favorite alcohol. 

It was almost embarrassing how on edge you were. Her words alone could make you finish. And you wouldn’t have been upset about it. 

She pulled away and reached up to undo the cuffs. Your hands falling limp to the side before you grabbed onto her face. Pulling her lips back onto yours like you had been missing all night. 

“Wanna make you cum,” you said against her lips. With one hand on her hip the other went to rub on her aching bud. Her head fell to your shoulder, leaving bites to muffle her mewls and whimpers. 

“That’s it princess, make me cum for you. Such a good little fuck doll for me to use, baby,” she heaved out. 

“Just for you Nat!” 

With a few more rough thrusts of your hips and figure eights just how you knew she liked them you felt her body spasm over you. Soft lips forming a perfect O as she let out a silent scream. Her ragged breathes warm against your skin as she rode out her high. 

Once calmed down she got off the toy, helping you take off the strap and tossing it to the side. You were about to sit up when she pushed you back down into the sheets, leaning over to grab her phone from the bedside. 

“Nat what are you-” A quick glare from her was all you needed to shut yourself up. 

“Hey Thor? Yeah I’m gonna need a favor, and bring Steve with you.”