#nd ahhhhhh

[crowsareverytired]

im so sleepy but i think if i fall asleep here im not gonna wake up in time for class

[r0semultiverse]

Hey, what the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK??

"12 years ago"

"Open your mind!"

Ice Queen counterpart's ice cream machine is a portal???

[mangosmoothiepussyv3]

im like broke broke so if anyone has some money to spare....pls consider me!

i need to get stuff for camming (literally juat lube lol tho i do have one on my amazon wishlist if you wanna purchase it for me-)

luckily im on food stamps so food isnt scarece but i need help with other things

cshapp is $horimiyas

dm for pypal!!

[littlemissmedicalmalpractice]

(in the voice of guy who is always down to HEUTIFJVVJCNBSHWIEKFNFKS abt medias with u) hey, how’s it going /silly

(in the voice of guy who is praying u still like link click a lil bc ghiegjindgjifdAHHH and also! just saw ur UPDATED BLOG AND!!! oh my clematis just started playing in the background (sobbing. btw.) (the final broke me) (TILL IS ALIVE!!! I HAVE FAITH!!!) (sobbing)) hey how's it going :D!!!

[hgsn]

it's so relieving being able to say "he's a man" as a bad thing to my mom and her completely understanding.

[bravo4iscool]

As someone who is chubby and short af (I am 4'10" (147cm, please end my suffering and hand me that mug from the top shelf) can I get the 141 bois (or just Simon and Price) with a short!chubby!femreader?

as my first official request: YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND AHHHHHH. i wrote something for ghost and price hehehe…

i hope you like this :))

(masterlist)

Simon “Ghost” Riley

“Simon,” you almost yell through the kitchen. You’re on tippy toes, trying to reach for that one mug but it was just out of your reach.

You huff, giving up and start to nervously tap your fingers against the counter. “Simon,” you call for him again and suddenly a pair of arms wrap around your stomach.

You shriek, flinching at the sudden touch. “What’s it lovie?” he asks, amusement clear in his voice. He presses a gentle kiss to your neck.

“Can you hand me that mug,” you clear your throat, trying to hard not to get flustered. He knew how he was able to throw you off at any moment.

“What mug?” he asks, his hands leaving your waist, wandering down to grab your hips.

“That one,” you tell him, your finger pointing into its direction. “I need it so measure the rice,” you explain to your boyfriend, turning around to face him.

He smirks down at you while his arm reaches for that damn mug, caging you in against the counter. You swallow. Shit, he had power over you…

Simon places the mug besides you, that shit eating smirk not leaving his face. You raise your eyebrow, more than aware of the fact that he was planning something.

And then he lifts you up, his hands wrapping around your thighs with ease. You wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself and let out a yelp.

“Simon!” you then scowl at him. “I told you not to pick me up!” He places you on top of the counter and pulls you in for a kiss before answering your question.

“I know. I don’t care,” he mumbles, his mouth trailing down your neck, his hands playing with the hem of the shirt you were wearing—his shirt.

“I’m heavy Si,” you say in a pressed voice, well aware of your weight at that moment. “You could hurt yourself,” you continue but he stops kissing your neck and looks in your eyes.

“Ya ain’t heavy t’ me.” He slightly tilts his head, confused by your statement. “‘nd I ain’t gon’ injure myself fr’m carryin’ ya.” He pulls you in for another kiss.

He knew your insecurities and he wanted to do his best to take them away from you. He even started training with heavier weights in the gym to be able to hold and carry you.

He ain’t gonna let you walk around like you weren’t his one and only love and girlfriend. You deserved to be spoiled, just like any other girlfriend or wife.

You want to open your mouth to say something but he silences you with another kiss. “Y’know what?” he humbles. “Gon’ carry ya ‘round the flat just t’ prove ya wrong.”

You wanted to complain but he didn’t let you. He picked you up again, urging your legs to wrap around his waist and then he left the kitchen.

He would show you that any man could, if he wanted to.

John Price

“Hey Sweetheart,” John mumbles as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips.

You sit on the couch, legs tugged under your body. “Hi,” you return the kiss, your hand immediately finding its way to his cheek.

“How was work?” you ask in a gentle voice as he sits down beside you and leans against your body. You start playing with his hair and he lets out a satisfied hum.

“Though,” he mumbles, his eyes closed already. “How was yours?” he then asks in return while his hand finds the way onto your thigh. He starts to gently caress it with his thumb.

You purse your lips before you answer. You promised you’d be honest with him. “Been getting some dumb comments again,” you quickly say, hoping he’d just take it but you already knew he wouldn’t.

No matter what, John always defended you and told you to ignore what other people told you.

You normally tried to take that advice but life was hard as a plus-sized woman, who was also short. You practically got shit from everyone.

“Don’t listen to them, Sweetheart!” John immediately tells you, his grip on your thigh slightly fastening. “They don’t know what they’re talking about.”

You let out a small chuckle at his enthusiasm. “You think so?”

He huffs, turning his head to look up at you. “I don’t think. I know. You’re my wife for a reason, no?” He starts to smirk as he leans up to kiss you.

You deepen the kiss and before you can even blink he pulls you into his lap, your legs on either side of his hips.

“Am gonna suffocate you,” you mumble between kisses as his hands wander to your hips to squeeze them.

“Bullshit,” he breathes out, pulling your hips down so you’re really sitting on his laps. “I’m a grown man. You ain’t gonna hurt me with anything.”

You grin into the kiss, pulling his closer to you with your arms around his neck. “Have I ever told you I love you?” you ask him after ending the kiss, leaning your forehead against his.

“Everyday…” he whispers, hugging your close. “And everyday I find myself loving you more than the day before…”

[hoshigray]

A Pricked Hand to Hold

Just thinking about h*lding h*nds with Miguel for the first time bc I'm still fucking soft for this man (like it's so bad).

An: Yup, it's been three weeks, and my infatuation for this man has yet to falter (or that movie in general bc I've seen it like 5-6 times already, and can't get tired of it). This was meant to be a little smthn, but I just wanted to get my soft aggression out of the way. Also, tysm for 1k followers again!! Like fr, y'all are too sweet :') Sacrificed sleep to get this done, sooooo hope you guys like it!! If there are spelling/grammar errors, my dumbass will take care of it tmrw bc I need to take a fckin nap right tf now ahhhhhh— Also! Gonna make an ATSV masterlist later today, so I'll be sure to link it when it's done!!

Cw: Miguel x reader - fluff - h*nd h*lding (barf) - the reader is implied to be in college (at least age 20) - you and Miguel aren't together [yet] but the pining is strong in this one! - Lyla and Jessica teasing you lovestruck idiots lol - you accidentally prick yourself with your lead pencil, but no blood or injuries - ayo you and Miguel almost kiss tho??

Wc: 2.1k

As usual, it was a busy day at headquarters. Many anomalies have been captured for Margo to send back home, Spiders helping other Spiders fight off evil-doers and placing them back in their universes, and Pavitr having a scare nearly revealing his identity to his girlfriend, Gayatri.

Then there's you, sitting at a table doing your homework that needs to be finished for the lecture tomorrow. But you're not alone. In front of the table are three others discussing matters of their own. Lyla is giving new information about another anomaly that needs to be captured before going home, and Jessica's leaning on her motorbike listening to her pixel friend. Right next to her is another taller person listening along as well.

Miguel O'Hara — leader of the Spider Society and the man you've been pining for a while now.

You've been working here for a few months, taking in Margo's shifts or helping Lyla relay messages to other Spiders across the multiverse. At first, you've tried to keep it simple and only see it as a job. But the more you work here, the closer you get to others...and your boss, Miguel, is no exception.

Things started short and blunt with him between you two — just simple greetings and exchanges of the necessary information. But then there was a time when the man was in HQ for far too long, probably sacrificing too much sleep and time to eat that day. So, you got him something from the cafeteria and a little note telling him to "Take care of yourself, leader!" before going home.

From that day on, you and Miguel got closer slowly but surely. Not only does he appreciate you reminding him to take breaks or grab something to eat, but he also checks up on you whenever it's your shift, talks to you on his breaks, or eats dinner with you whenever he has a chance (or when he's not stressed out).

And how you talk to each other is much more comfortable and personal. Sure, you're still respectful of his position and are aware of his duties, but it's always a guilty pleasure when he spends his little free time with you. Unfortunately, you've developed feelings for the tall and brawny Spiderman due to this.

You know how complicated it is to have feelings for someone, especially within the work field, so this is something that you have no faith in whatsoever. But for some reason, you can't help but think something between the two of you is starting to bloom...and based on his actions, maybe Miguel feels the same way as well? Lyla and Jessica tease you, saying it's plain to see that even Pav fangirls about you two.

".../n."

However, for a man like him, is such a thing possible?

"Y/n."

Your thoughts vanish as you turn to the person calling for your attention, just to find it's from Miguel. The two women are nowhere to be found, probably tending to other matters you didn't catch because of your overthinking.

"Yes!" you stutter a reply. Oh God, I hope I didn't make him call on me so many times...

"Done with your homework?" He asks while coming to your side of the table.

You give him a nod, fidgeting with your mechanical pencil. "Yeah, I took care of the stuff for my classes tomorrow. Now I just got a paper to finish by Friday...What about you? Gonna head out soon?"

"I would, but I gotta stay here in case Jess needs backup for the mission. She just left to fix up her bike before she goes."

A chuckle sneaks past you, and Miguel swoons at the sound of it. "Are you sure you wanna do that? Didn't Lyla keep bothering you the last time?"

You can tell he reminisces the time you recall; his sigh and a shake from the lead confirm so. "Yeah, well, when is she not bothering me."

"Heard that." The woman appears in front of him quickly before disappearing again, leaving Miguel a little puzzled before a slight scowl paints his face. Yet it's not so bad when he sees you laugh at the interaction.

"I swear," your giggles wear down, but your smile remains. "It's like you two are siblings or something. But that just means the pestering comes from a place of love."

He hums at your words. "Yeah, love..."

For the past few months, you've been a reoccurring theme in Miguel's life that he thought he'd never experience again. From the day he met you, he figured keeping his distance and maintaining an appropriate work relationship would benefit him. But he was a fool to challenge your beauty and welcoming aura whenever you entered the scene. Especially your kind gestures, starting with the food and your little note for him.

It was apparent then that avoidance would do more harm to himself than good, so he spent his days getting to know you more, understanding you more, appreciating you more...and worse, loving you more.

An emotion such as love has been something that's only brought up painful memories and anguish. And for that reason, Miguel has chosen to dedicate his life and being to doing something he's good at — his job protecting the multiverse. Because, in his eyes, it's the only thing he seems capable of. Not love.

...However, whenever you look at him, speak to him, or smile at him, Miguel can't fight the twinge of his heart longing for something — longing for you. And he knows he isn't the only one who thinks so since Lyla constantly ridicules him about his "schoolboy crush," just like a sibling.

Nonetheless, he still doesn't go far from the talks you share with him or the times you eat together in a friendly manner. Because that's what he and you are comfortable with, and he wouldn't want to break it. Yet he can't help but wonder what would happen if he was just a little more selfish.

Be more selfish and pursue you...without losing you.

"OUCH!!"

Without hurting you.

Miguel's thoughts are immediately halted when he hears your hurtful cry. You drop your pencil and grab your finger as you wince through the pain. And he wastes no time coming to your proximity to examine what happened. "What!? Something wrong?"

"Ahhhh, yeah, I'm fine," You reassure him with an attempted smile. "I just accidentally pricked myself with my pencil."

"Let me see."

The words take a long to register before the man takes your hand in his, the back of your hand resting on his palm while he surveys your fingers. He then sees a tiny circle indent on your middle finger. "I don't see any pieces of lead."

"Oh, thank goodness," you exhale in relief. "Because I don't think I'd survive tomorrow if I did. I got three lectures that day!"

Miguel chortles at your comment, and it has the beat of your heart quicken. "So sorry for you."

Your smile is still prominent. "Thank you, Miguel."

"Don't mention it."

Silence follows those words, yet they're substituted with gazes between you and the man. The twinge on your lips slowly dissolves the more you lose yourself in his burnt amber eyes. The same goes for Miguel, who still has your hand in his.

The internal turmoil in his mind doesn't ease at that fact, incapable of deciphering whether to let go. And when your hand slowly reciprocates the hold — turning it for both palms to face each other — his breath hitches.

"Miguel..." his name appeared in a whisper, only for him to hear. Your breathing goes shaky when he replies with his fingers intertwined with yours. And you notice him take a tense gulp, easing your nerves to know that he's also nervous.

He knows he shouldn't be this close to you as it could jeopardize the relationship you have spent all these months building and maintaining together. However, this is the first time he's been so close to you, touching you. And his heart pushes him to want more.

He knows he shouldn't...but curiosity is an intriguing dance. That's why he slowly leans forward to you.

And you go rigid by the notion...yet your eyes are drawn to his lips, and you follow suit by going inward. Eyes close, letting the moment take place for itself.

"Ready, Miguel?"

Nevermind.

Both eyes open immediately, and locked hands are withdrawn from each other. Miguel puts on his mask quickly, but you could still see a slight flush of pink on his cheeks and ears before they were covered up. You straighten yourself and look to the other side of the table to see Jessica on her motorbike entering the scene.

And just like that, the moment was gone.

"Oh—" the woman spots you two before Miguel stands straight up, and she doesn't try to hide the smile that creeps on her face. "Oh. Was I interrupting something?"

"No." You two say in unison. Jess only lifts a brow through her yellow goggles. You continue with an explanation while you pack up your stuff. "I accidentally pricked my finger with my mechanical pencil, so Miguel checked it out to see if I had any lead on it."

"Ooh, yeah, those aren't fun. Basically like a splinter." Before Jessica could say more, Lyla appeared in everyone's line of sight.

"Good, you two are still here." She jumps around between Jessica and Miguel. "The anomaly we discussed earlier has jumped to another dimension as predicted; better get them now so we can go home."

The two nod while you get up from the table with your backpack. "Good luck out there, guys." You address the older three before exiting for the night, and they all say their goodbyes to you.

For a few seconds, your eyes linger on Miguel. Despite the mask covering his face, his gaze was intense and palpable. Without saying a word, you let your eyes say your final words before turning to leave.

Miguel still watches you leave until he's unable to spot you through the dark hall. And unfortunately for him, he can feel two pairs of eyes on him. He mentally prepares himself before looking at the two women who harbor shameless grins. "What's with the faces?"

Lyla and Jessica only share a look amongst themselves and shrug before answering him. "Oh, I don't know, Miguel." The pixelated woman darts close to the man. "What's with your face?"

"Wh-What are you—"

"C'mon now, Miguel." Jessica cuts him off. "Seems like something more was going on than just a pricked finger."

He sighs. "Well, you're wrong. Because that's all it was." The two share another look with each other as their smirks go higher.

"Oh~, my darling Miguel," Jessica changes her voice to a higher pitch and daydream tone. "I wish you luck on your mission and that you return to see me tomorrow~."

"Don't you worry, my wonderful Y/n," Despite Miguel's eyes narrowing at Lyla's terrible impression of his voice, she still acted out the role. "I will return to you unscathed and have you in my loving arms in no time~."

"I don't talk like that." The two women chuckle at his blunt statement. "How old do you think I am?"

"Old enough to look like a man but still scared to talk to your lil' crush." Jessica crosses her arms with a matter-of-fact attitude, her smile itching broader when Miguel rolls his eyes through the mask.

"Ay, por Dios, can we please open the portal already?" The poor man can only take so much teasing from the two, making him feel like he should've left with you instead.

Lyla giggles one last time before Jessica uses her watch to open a portal to the desired dimension. "Whatever you say, lover boy." The portal opens, and a flash of colors and shapes contrasts with the dull room. Jessica is the first to go, Miguel following right behind her.

Even when going on his mission, his mind can't stop thinking about you and the moment you shared together earlier. It was a risky thing to have happened, and he scolds himself for letting such a thing happen. Miguel knows he isn't a person for love, for it's something meant to be destroyed by his very touch. You are no exception; the last thing he wants to do is hurt you. He loves you too much to put you through that.

But then the compliance and willingness you've expressed in holding his hand surely meant that you wanted something more, right?

If Miguel were selfish enough, he'd use that as a hint. A hint to look forward to what other things you'd allow him to express to you.

If he were selfish enough, he would plan to approach you tomorrow in the right way.

If he were selfish enough, he'd test out the waters more and finally let this "love" flourish into something better.

[anzynai]

if the event is still taking reqs .... very self indulgent (i hope thats okay aaa) but can i ask like one with jamil or azul giving affection to a reader where they cant stop blushing and tries to hide their face they start giving tks to them and being teasy abt it ajhxk (with ahm tum and neck tks/kisses sjhdjs thank u nd have a good day/night)

hiii thanks for the request!! it was super cute :)) hope jamil isnt too ooc… ahhh… anyways, enjoy!

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“Stop,” you whined, covering your face. jamil was relentless— you had no idea he could give you that many compliments in one sitting.

“what? it’s adorable to see you like this,” jamil said, voice smug. your face felt hot and you know jamil could tell how flustered you were. but you couldn’t help it!

“jamil, please..” you cried, resisting when he tried to pry your hands from your face.

“can’t i see you?” he asked, amusement in his features. peeking through your fingers, you could catch the look of fondness in his gaze snd you looked away, already feeling much more affected by his.. charm.

“no.” was your response as you kept your hands on your face, prepared to not let him see it.

you hadn’t calculated the possibility of him kissing you over your hands. you tensed, shocked, but he continued to pepper your hands in kisses. moving to the side, his lips met your neck and you let out a giggle. it was muffled from your hands, but jamil heard it nonetheless.

jamil paused for a moment and when you felt him smile against your neck, you knew you were in trouble.

“w-wait, jahahamil!” you giggled and scrunched your neck. he continued kissing and nibbling your neck, but only when he started lightly scratching your stomach was when you finally put your hands down.

“there it is,” he pulled away for a second, voice somewhat mumbled. “you’re so cute, flustered all because of me..”

ahhhhhh. are you dying? it kinda feels like you’re dying.

“nohoho! jahahamil!” you laughed and squealed, pushinf away at him. he only smiled, tickling you skillfully.

“you are so ticklish, aren’t you?” jamil muttered, slyly. yep, definitely dead.

[horsegirlwarcrimes]

don’t look too close or you’ll see inconsistencies🧍🏽‍♀️

it is, in fact, shidi bonding time. rereading ch 17 specifically and the lil moments between the two like..i feel like when they hang out together sqh is on a tangent and lqg gives one word responses or questions that further rile up sqh.

(he IS listening he just doesn’t have much to say. i feel like he doesn’t think as convoluted nd roundabout as sqh so sqhs worries are kinda ??? to him because he thinks in a very ‘i like my sword so i take care of it’ but with like. almost everythiiing.)

SCREAMING AHHHHHH

this is so lovely and beautiful and i love it so much (つ╥﹏╥)つ｡ｏ♡｡ｏ♡｡ｏ♡ their expressions are both so wonderful and lively, and you are SO RIGHT abt that liushang dynamic.... they are chatting (sqh saying many words while lqg solemnly contemplates them...)

thank you soooo so much for sharing this with me, i am as always killed+flattered+amazed at your wonderful art and so happy i can help inspire it!!!! ( ;´ - `;) love 1000x

[fairycosmos]

I have a bad habit of calling into work in the first few weeks I literally always do it bc I’m like ahhh new job AhhhhHH new job and trying to be good at something is like it is so embarrassing to be alive rn god is telling me to stay home. anyways here I am starting a new job and I called into work sick this morning 🫡

ugh honestly 1 thing nobody ever tells you about work is how fucking horrible the first few weeks/months are where you don't know how to do shit and most of the other staff r weirdly condescending and every single moment feels like the same white hot embarrassment u used to get in school when you were getting bullied or u failed a test or whatever it's so SHIT!!! when i started this job i basically had to tell myself to stop avoiding the inevitable embarrassment and just try to get really good at feeling that feeling like i had to actively chase the horrors because i knew it was the only way to grow. and ummm every time i fucked up i just had to know that it had to be done like i NEEDED to fuck up. basically because there was no way around it and the more i tried to avoid it the more i messed up anyway and the less i learned. but it took me by like my 4th job to even begin to think like that about it and or see it that way, and even so the anxiety is still utterly overwhelming (like for real earth-shattering, sobbing in the bathroom every 10 minutes, thinking of quitting 1 week in sort of anxiety lol) and i just wanted to basically completely empathise with you and offer some understanding. like i dont blame you at all for needing a day to hide or decompress or whatever you need to do. it's the most stressful shit ever LOL and honestly as long as it doesn't jeopardize your job then go for it. i hope you have a decent person on staff who you can come trust to to ask for guidance and support with time bc that makes the world of difference nd then when someone else new joins you can be free of the weird internalise new person shame and just help them out instead lol. a lot of the time it's a sign of a crappy work environment/team if they don't give you room to grow and proper support anyway so don't be quick to shoulder all of the blame + try to offer yourself some compassion and perspective if that is the case. hugs. x

[messylustt]

CH 8 WAS SO GOOD‼️ IM SCREAMINHGGGGGGG OMGGGG. I LOVE HOW U WRITE MIGUEL ITS SO SATISFYING WHEN MY POOKIE BEAR IS WORRIED ABT ME 🤭‼️ like awww i rlly mean that much to u 🤭 ANYWAYS IM SO READY FOR CH 9. I’M SO SAD THIS IS GONNA END I WOULD RLLY LOVE TO SEE MORE OF EL TRATO Y/N ND MIGUEL’S DYNAMIC BUT I’M LOOKING FORWARD TO WHATEVER U PUT OUT IN THE FUTURE TOO‼️

AHHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCHH — I CANT WAIT TO WRITE MORE OF MY MAN MIGUEL AFTER MMM

[ask-the-upper-moons]

Shbshsb Gyutaro you're so fucking pretty. Like your hair and eyes and you and you you're AHHHHHH you're my favorite ever you're such a cutie and you care abour your sisyer and youre just... Fucking coola nd awesome and -🖤🤍

"Ehhh...? I've been getting a lot of this shit lately, huhhh..." He doesn't seem to know how to react, especially not to such high and seemingly genuine praise, from a stranger no less. "How odd...... Thanks... "

[orchidsangel]

not to like talk ab this again but like mira's jason (adopted by cat woman) is sooo 🤭

When he's pining and shit he's kinda dumb and will likely do smth stupid so Selina has to help him out 😭 she’ll tell him what flowers to get nd stuff he’s also really cheeky like ur stuff will go missing and one day ur hanging in his room and you’ll find it and he’ll play dumb (he’s not very good at it) IM SCREAMING AHHHHHH

also take care of urself 🙌🙌

this is so cute :(( i think i remember seeing a post on here about how the batboys would go to selina for ring advice when they want to propose (if i'm correct). i think it'd be something like that but with everything lol, she'd roll her eyes every time he came running for advice but she actually enjoys it

also thank you <33 i am trying my best to take care of myself :))

[decaydanceredacted]

sorry i have patrick brainrot but uhhh i love pussy slaps nd was thinking ab trying to convince patrick to slap my pussy like him being super reticent to try it at first and being all apologetic and awkward until he sees me react. like how much i like it and how wet and puffy my cunt gets and he has to fuck it and then he’s into slapping my pussy bc i am ahhhhhh

- greed anon

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[haumeazzz]

Spot Karen nd Tricia‼️

Spot Tricia‼️

Karen⁉️

AHHHHHH

[pynkfairyheart]

AHHHHHH!!!! I dont think yall understand how geeked I've been. I jus need to get this off my chest before i burst. it is so surreal whenever i check a notification and either a blog i follow or have read from LIKES my shi. like babeeee your interpretation of this character literally inspired me to write my own shi. or whenever someone reblogs my work nd i go look nd they reblog the blogs i follow. like you think i deserve to be in the same category EEEEEEKKK. i jus really needed to get this off my chest. i also wanna say thank you to everyone who has liked, commented, or rebloged my works. you have no idea how much this means to me and ive never felt so welcomed in a community before ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

anyways new eren post in like 15 minutes