#people kept jumpscaring me with it

[literallyjustanerd]

Hello there!

Was at Supanova Melbourne this weekend, felt so good to cosplay again after so long. Worked for weeks sewing the costume and making props and it was all worth it!

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YOU CAN HIT A TAG LIMIT??? My ramblings in the tags have been conquered and squashed by the 30 tag limit. How silly!

[bumpscosity]

finally watched nightmare on elm street i didn't know freddy was a child predator i thought he just killed people

[dollsltt]

MAMA, A BIRD BEHIND YOU.

⠀⠀ ᡣ𐭩 ⠀ ⠀⠀angel!reader x dean winchester

sum. just angel!reader having a staring problem, and perturbing dean’s sleep with it.

includes. fluff, pet names (duck, duckling, sweetheart), it’s my first drabble have mercy, english is not my first language.

Dean jolted awake, his heart felt like it wanted to jump out of his chest. He wasn't sure what had disturbed him so much —a nightmare, maybe, or that weird squeaking sound the bunker floor made from time to time— but something felt... off. He blinked a few times, trying to get rid of the drowsiness and blurriness in his eyes. Then he saw you.

You. Fuckin' duck. He thought.

You were standing perfectly still in the corner of the room, your hands clasped together in front of you, staring deeply at Dean.

"What the fuck-" Dean wanted to yell at you, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't used to it. It was maybe the fifth time this week you'd taken it upon yourself to wake him or Sam with your eerie, silent presence. "Duckling, what are you doing here?" he asked as he sat up in bed.

You stared at him for another few seconds, blinking slowly. "You were asleep."

"Yes, I know. It's what people do at night." He rubbed his face, trying to make sense of the situation, and maybe trying to talk some sense into you. "Why are you always just... standing there? Watching me like a damn freak?"

You tilted your head slightly, as though considering your words. "You looked peaceful."

Dean froze, caught between a sense of confusion and sheer disbelief. "You woke me up because I looked peaceful?"

"No," you corrected, your voice as calm as ever. "You woke up on your own. I was merely observing."

"Observing what, exactly?"

For brief moments, you hesitated. Your expression was hard to read, since you just kept staring at him, but that question seemed to have made you think.

"Humans are... fragile. They take on too much. They carry the weight of their sins even unconsciously. I was ensuring that you remained unharmed."

Dean stayed just like you for a few seconds; still and staring, blinking slowly as if the gears in his brain were being dusted off. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, trying to find the words.

"So you were angelically babysitting me?" he said, confused. How was he supposed to take that? Sure, it was... Cute, in a way. His chest tightened fondly at the thought of how much you cared for him, even if you showed it in such a weird way.

But still, it was fucking terrifying to be jumpscared by two shiny eyes staring at his soul in the middle of the night.

"Yes." you said, matter-of-factly, a tiny smile gracing your face, which only made Dean feel his chest tighten even more.

"Listen, sweetheart– I don't mind you watching me sleep, okay? Even if you look like a freak, I don't mind, but you should try to kick that habit. It's not very... uh, how do I say it? Human." Dean tried to explain it as simply as possible, but it was hard when you were looking at him with those big eyes, all wide and paying as much attention as if he were an exotic animal. "You scared five lifetimes out of me standing in that corner like an extra in horror movie. I'm just saying, others might react worse than me."

You blinked and looked down at your hands. "I didn't intend to frighten you. I'm simply drawn to your existence." You said softly. "If you would rather, I may go."

Dean shouldn't feel bad, but he did. It was like scolding a puppy for chewing on a shoe. He knew you were getting used to the Earth and how humans coexisted with each other, it wasn't entirely your fault you were a social misfit.

"Stay if you want," Dean flopped back onto his pillow with a groan, covering his face with his upper arm. "But I'd recommend you try doing other things while Sam and I asleep, believe me, anything is better than watching two idiots snore." He yawned.

Dean peeked out from behind his arm to watch you move toward the door, though you threw one last glance over your shoulder.

You hesitate, moving your lips as if you want to say something else. Finally, you nod. "Very well. Sleep well, Dean." Your gaze lingered for a moment, soft and curious, before vanishing down the hallway.

As soon as you left, Dean exhaled noisily. "Angels," he muttered, covering his head with the blanket. "Fucking weirdos."

a/n: hii hiii hello this is my first drabble, hope y’all like it :) i’m doing sam’s version soon cuz my boy deserves to be disturbed by the angel too

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i've been basically living at this shitty bar down the street since my breakup. how cooked am i if i'm considering hooking up with captain cold.

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we need to start killing opal transplants so they can't come here and make posts like this

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i'm from coast city BITCH

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does anyone know what this is? saw outside my dorm room today lol, portsmouth OR if that helps. had to take the picture from suuuper far away.

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Stealing My Fucking Job

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ugh i'm so sick of people getting all hot and bothered about whether or not lois lane is hooking up with superman. WHO give a shit. she literally has a pulitzer.

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Showed this to her and she wanted me to tell you it was funny.

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jimmy what if i killed myself. what then

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the first time i heard about dry december i got so scared. i can't even lie to you. i don't know why. i used to live on dry land

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stop reblogging this it's embarrassing. what if aquagirl sees this

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you don't know she hasn't :)

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Why Would you Fuckingn say that

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does anybody else remember the absolute fever dream that was the clinton campaign's "titans go to the polls" ads. i kept getting jumpscared by beast boy on youtube

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I don't totally remember whose idea that was, but I think it was the campaign manager's, not the Titans'. I wasn't even on the team at the time and they had to fly me in. Crazy year!

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Dude. Come on.

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gorilla grodd could rip your arms off and a gothamite would find a way to pop out of a sewer and make it all about them and their shitty city

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I'm sorry you can't feel any sympathy for people when they live in what is CONFIRMED the most dangerous city in America. Just say you can't handle the heat and get out of the kitchen.

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like clockwork lmao what did i say

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OH MY GODDDD THEY RUN A JOKER STAN ACCOUNT. YOU NEED TO LOG THE FUCK OFF

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[tiredsmashbros]

SMG34: LIPBITE COMIC WIP UPDATE

oh boy... i know a bunch of folks are hyped for this comic... and boy oh boy are ya'll's prayers going to be heard... kind of... butt for the celebration milestone, and granted majority are from this comic, i thought it was best to give EVERYTHING that i have currently.

starting off STRONG with what you freaks most want: the completed pages. andddd yep that's it that all that i have done LMAO. i've been fixated on my own smg4 oc: tsb, and during the end of my summer was unfortunately fucked over by some personal issues that fortunately got resolved last minute good grief the anxiety prevented me from drawing the gays sigh... aNYWAYS LINEART WIPS!!!!

here are linearts i have completed / in the progress of!! want to aim like i did in the past by finishing up lineart first, and then speed through with color + minor rendering. the reason i have a few colored is to test out what it would look polished and my god... i have improved A LOT. THESE GAY PEOPLE GIVE POWER I AM NOT KIDDING BELIEVE ME IM NOT CRAY- anyways onto wip pages!

jumpscare: tsb stickman sketches. oh yeah. this is how i sketch and i blame sensei eiichiro oda /j. and in case anyone is unable to understand it {i don't blame u LMAO}, smg4 wakes up from the dream and is startled to see mario by his bed. they have a short convo before mario leaves, and we get a job to smg4 in the bathroom trying to put up a brave face. until the moment he leaves he's stunned due to seeing smg3 at his front door. will i elaborate more on specifics or unwritten dialogue? NOPE! gotta keep secrets to make it even more enjoyable at the end!!

currently at 13 sketched pages total, but this is probably gonna be reaching towards 20-ish pages, surpassing part two, but it will depend on how i come up with how to end it. additionally to confirm there will be a PART FOUR / chapter 3, to end this story. my goal is to have it done before i finish my senior year, or at least during the summer after i graduate bc good lord who knows whats gonna happen.

and lastly, before i end this crazy update, SCRAPPED PAGESSS!!!!!

CONTENT WARNING : NSFW SKETCHES !!!! PLEASE LOOK AWAY IF YOU ARE A MINOR OR DON'T LIKE THIS TYPE OF STUFF!!!

oh boy... dont draw comics while sleep-deprived at 6am... idek what i was even aiming with this ngl other than just for fun, but i scrapped it due to not being what i had in mind for the story. if it doesn't serve a purpose or narrative, its bye bye YEAH BYE BYE THIS IS THE CLOSEST NSFW UR GONNA GET FROM ME HAHAHAHAHA- i say that despite writing a nsfw jojo wattpad smh im only confident doing it in words good lord. btw not watermarking these bc i gen don't care since they're legit scrapped {left top part was kept and completed} so idk what to do with these. im just throwing it and walkin away

now to end with this update, i can hear your question, "when will this be done?" and to answer that question: i'm not entirely sure due to my heavy focus on my smg4 oc: tsb, but my best chance is postponing my oc lore a bit and complete this before november UOIYGJDSIUHJKDWSXYUGHJKCS but we shall have too see...

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thurs: smg34 is canon in the tsb universe / au. though most of their encounters are platonic or best-friendy-way, they eventually express their feelings to one another and start dating 3/4’s way of the tsb storyline arc. tsb is a supporter of his friend's relationship and admires and takes inspiration from their relationship heavily to input his future love life. yearning to be in a similar position... to learn what is to really love someone... or what it's truly like to be loved...

[cottonlemonade]

First Date

word count: 1027 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: University AU!Matsukawa x chubby!Reader

genre: suggestive fluff

warnings: mdni

request: watching Goosebumps with pumpkin-spice popcorn, dressed as a shark with Issei || fluffy-spicy, watching a scary movie with crush Matsukawa

Issei had it all planned out.

Ask the hottest, most drool-worthy girl in his year on a date - check.

Make the invite something that wasn‘t downright romantic at first glance - going to see a horror movie - check.

Be casual about it - uhm…

And whatever the cost, do not seem desperate. Yeah. That one definitely needed some work.

But none of that mattered anymore because he sat down next to you in the movie theater, joining the many many other couples with people giving each other discreet head nods about the one collective plan - play the protector for your date.

30 minutes into the movie it all started to go according to plan. Nothing super scary had happened yet but he felt you lean further towards him as time went on. The first truly scary scene had you bury your face in his shoulder and, ever the suave knight in shining armor, Issei smoothly wrapped his arm around you for comfort. He was so distracted by watching you squirrel away the popcorn that he missed the straw a few times as he tried to take a sip of lemonade and during the next jumpscare that had the whole movie theater scream in surprise (he was definitely the loudest and highest) the lid of his soda cup popped off and the ice-cold liquid poured all over your shirt and jeans.

Fumbling for his jacket pocket he produced a very squished, lint-covered tissue packet, pulled one sheet out, and began dabbing, realizing a moment later where his hand was and what it was doing. His movements didn’t stop, but just kind of slowed.

“I‘m so sorry.“, he whisper-yelled and you simply shook your head, excusing yourself to the bathroom.

Issei felt like an idiot, a sentiment not entirely foreign to him from his time in high school.

As the movie went on he kept bouncing his leg and checking his watch. When you hadn‘t returned three and a half minutes later he jumped up and went to look for you, ready to grovel.

His apology speech began the moment he pushed open the door to the ladies‘ room and was met with an indignant yell of a middle aged woman who just fixed her hair in the mirror.

Bowing over and over he let her pass and then spotted you, standing by the sink, your shirt very much in your hands and not on your body, running it under the faucet.

You just stared at him, the only sound in the otherwise empty bathroom being the running water that you turned off a moment later.

“I am so sorry.“, he repeated, “The lid was probably not…“ He trailed off. You had turned to him to show you were listening and he didn‘t know where to look anymore. The pouch of your tummy in obvious need of lovingly blown raspberries, your love handles that called out to him to be grabbed, or your breasts, very much shimmering with water and residual soda in a pretty lace-trimmed bra. He forced himself to look in your eyes, lost his train of thought, and then focused on a spot somewhere a little south of your left ear lobe - also, he possibly stopped breathing altogether.

“Don‘t strain yourself.“, you scoffed teasingly.

After another look he met your eyes again and continued, “As I was saying, the lid was clearly not properly … lidded on the cup and yeah, I may or may not have squeezed the cup a little but I didn‘t mean to douse you in lemonade.“

“It‘s okay.“, you chuckled and turned back to the sink to take another shot at the bright yellow stain on the white shirt.

He stepped closer, genuinely trying to find a way to help but his eyes were instantly drawn to your boobs again and to his absolute horror, he swallowed - audibly - at the sight.

“Yes, Issei?“, you asked sweetly, obviously greatly enjoying his reactions.

“In my defense, they started it. - Sorry, ahem I meant- Let me help.“ He reached for the top in your hand and his forearm grazed your tummy, turning him effectively to goo and resulting in the shirt being dropped to the floor.

You clicked your tongue and went to pick it up. But when you straightened, your eyes were focused on his pants. He looked down and saw the very visible outline straining against his thigh.

You raised a brow, “Are you…?“

“How could I not be when I first touch and then see the world‘s softest boobs.“, he muttered, almost accusingly but definitely distraught, to your cleavage.

You tilted your head to catch his eyes and he noticed a mischievous glint now sparkling in your look under the fluorescent lights.

Maybe, just maybe, if he asked really nicely, he could offer to kiss the remaining soda drops off your skin. He extended his metaphorical feelers, trying to suss out the mood in the movie theater ladies‘ room. Then Oikawa‘s number one rule he had once mentioned when giving him unprompted dating tips came to his mind: Don‘t be a creep.

Issei figured that his humble request could possibly be construed as “creepy“ under the wrong circumstances.

Well, this and any other fantasy that shot through his mind as his eyes once again became transfixed by various parts of your body.

“Okay, time‘s up.“, you grinned as you pulled the still rather wet shirt back over your head, the fabric sticking unfairly to every curve, divot, and bulge.

You made one final attempt at drying off the now relatively clean shirt with a handful of paper towels, then turned to him.

“You coming?“

It was a truly unfortunate choice of words in his opinion.

“You go ahead, I have to uhm… take care of something.“

“This is still the ladies‘ room.“, you smirked.

“And unlike the men’s room, it smells like flowers! Now out, woman, I have things to do.“

With a loud cackle, you left the bathroom. Issei sighed and looked down at his problem, then jumped and shrieked a moment later when the door opened again and you poked your head inside, beaming at him with a wink, “Have fun~!“

art: @ppopporibb on Twitter

a/n: thank you to the anon for this request! I hope you had as much fun reading it as I had writing this silly idiot. 🌟

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too far ~ jschlatt

word count: 2231

request?: no

description: in which he takes his dickishness a little too far

pairing: jschlatt x female!reader

warnings: swearing, rpf, angst, use of y/n, schlatt being a dick, insecurities and self...issues (?),

masterlist (one, two, three)

*i read a fic with this premise like a week or two ago but i cannot for the life of me find it anymore and i needed some mean schlatt angst turned fluff so i am writing my own version. if you are the original author this one goes out to you i will tag you if i can find you*

Everyone who knew Schlatt knew that he was sometimes "mean". It was never serious, it was all just meant to be teasing. For the most part, the worst of it went to Minx who was able to match his energy without it ever affecting her. Everyone else just got a few comments every now and then, but never anything incredibly rude.

Until it suddenly got directed all on you.

You had known Schlatt for some time, having met him through his online friend group while gaming one night. You had become acquainted quickly and you found yourself being excited whenever you knew you'd be playing or recording with him. It seemed like he felt the same way, or at least he was friendly and civil. That was until one recording when you were excitedly talking about something, he suddenly piped up to say, "Jesus, do you ever shut the fuck up?"

Everyone was laughing, so you figured it was just a joke, but it took you by surprise. You knew Schlatt was blunt, but it seemed completely out of nowhere when no one else seemed to mind your babble. You chuckled along with everyone, but you found yourself falling silent for the rest of the recording. Some of the others would include you in the conversation, but you only gave short answers.

After that, it seemed like Schlatt would be picking on you more and more. He rarely had anything nice to say to or about you. It became harder and harder to want to do recordings or streams when he was acting like that, and your mutual friends were starting to notice his continued bullying. It made everyone feel uncomfortable, even if he kept insisting it was just jokes.

It all came to a head when you were asked to do one of those "dating shows" on YouTube. It was you, Minx, Emma, and Jaiden, and Schlatt, Ted, Tanner, and Connor, with Jack hosting it. You weren't sure what the rules were or how the game was supposed to go down, but you loved watching the hilarity of other online "dating shows", and couldn't wait to be a part of it. You were a little weary of Schlatt's presence, but there were so many people involved that you figured you wouldn't get the brunt of his insults today.

Jack sent you the link for the Zoom call. You were one of the last people to join the call, so you were immediately met with a cacophony of overlapping voices. You chuckled to yourself at the familiar chaos. You adjusted your volume settings and positioned your webcam before turning it on.

A high pitched scream brought the conversations to a halt.

"What the fuck was that?" Jack said with a laugh.

"I think it was Schlatt," Ted said.

"Yeah it was me. Sorry, I just saw a jumpscare," Schlatt responded.

"What the fuck are you on about?" Minx asked.

"I saw (Y/N)'s ugly mug suddenly join the call and it scared me."

Everyone was silent. Your face burned and tears started to form in your eyes. Your body moved before your brain could register, your hand moving your mouse to click the "End Call" button. The moment everyone's faces disappeared, you allowed yourself to cry.

For all the hurtful stuff Schlatt had said, he had never gone after your appearance. It was one of your biggest insecurities because you felt like you didn't measure up to other female streamers. Sure, that was a cliche insecurity, but it was your truth. You marveled at how pretty all your friends were and would often mentally compare yourself to them. It wasn't something you had spoken publicly about, so obviously Schlatt didn't know he would touch a nerve, but it still felt like an extremely low blow. Especially for it to be the first thing you heard when you turned your camera on.

You sent Jack a message to apologize for leaving, but you told him you didn't feel up to doing the show anymore. He responded almost immediately to let you know that it was okay and he didn't blame you for your decision. You were shutting down your set up when your Discord started ringing; a voice call from Ted.

"Aren't you supposed to be recording?" you asked, trying to keep your voice even.

"We're taking a quick break while Jack decides if he wants Schlatt to compete anymore," Ted explained.

"Don't kick him off just because of me," you said.

"We don't really want him to play after what he said. It was incredibly fucked up and uncalled for."

"He's said worse to Minx."

"Yeah, but he and Minx have an understanding. We've all noticed that he makes fun of you, but you don't respond the way Minx does. I don't know what his problem is recently, but you don't deserve those insults. You're an incredibly kind person, unlike us assholes."

You chuckled through your tears. "You're not an asshole, Ted."

"I am sometimes, don't lie."

"Only a little bit." You wiped the fresh tears from your eyes and let out a shaky sigh. "I don't want to record with Schlatt anymore."

"I understand," Ted said. "I'll let everyone know, too."

"Thank you."

When you and Ted hung up, you sat back in your chair and took a deep breath. The sting from Schlatt's words was still strong, but you also felt some relief in having talking to Ted about it and him assuring you that you wouldn't have to record with Schlatt anymore. It still upset you that Schlatt made such a 180 when it seemed like you were both getting along so well, but you weren't going to wast anymore brain space on him.

Your phone buzzed from a Discord notification. You looked down at the screen to see Schlatt was trying to send you a message. Instead of reading it, you went to his Discord profile and blocked him.

~~~~~~

It was easier than you thought to forget about Schlatt and his insults. All your friends did as you asked didn't invite you to recordings if Schlatt was a part of them, or vice versa with him. You went on to block him on all social media, and even muting his channels on YouTube so you wouldn't risk seeing him in your recommended. It was like he never existed, and you didn't even care.

You were in the middle of editing a video when a knock came at your door. You assumed it was the Uber Eats you had ordered, so you saved your progress and got up to answer. Instead of finding a delivery guy, you came face to face with the man you had been avoiding for weeks.

"What are you doing here?" you asked. "Wait, better question, how do you know where I live?"

"I bothered Ted until he told me," Schlatt responded.

You rolled your eyes. "Ted's dead to me."

You went to close the door, but Schlatt's hand shot out to block the door. You scowled at him. "Take the hint, Schlatt. I don't want to see you."

"I know you don't, and I get why, but please let me explain and apologize."

"I don't want to hear what you have to say. Honestly, you don't even deserve to take up my time to try and give some shitty explanation for your shitty behavior."

"I know - "

"You really hurt me," you cut him off. "I took the insults in silence because I knew you poked fun at everyone, but they really hurt me. It got to a point where I was dreading having to interact with you every time someone invited to a Discord call and I saw that you were in there too."

"(Y/N) - "

"And then you called me ugly in a call in front of everyone and that hurt the most. I know it shouldn't have given how much else you've said to me, but my looks are one of my biggest insecurities, and I know you probably didn't know that but still, going after how I look was such a low blow. And it hurts so much because I thought we were friends, but suddenly you're insulting me and bullying me at every chance you get, and it almost felt worse than the way you act with Minx so how am I supposed to take it as anything other than you not liking me and - "

Your rambling was finally cut off by Schlatt taking hold of your face and pulling you into him. You were shocked when you felt his lips against yours. Your initial reaction was to pull away and to start yelling at him again, but suddenly your brain switched to tell you lean into it. So you did. You pressed into Schlatt as much as you could; your body against his, your hands on his hoodie, standing on your toes so you could reach him.

Also to your surprise, Schlatt was the one to pull away first. He rested his forehead against yours, keeping his face inches apart from yours.

"That was one way to get me to stop talking," you joked.

He smiled. "Seemed to be the most effective way."

"So, are you about to tell me the reason you were being mean to me is because you liked me? Because if so, that is a very elementary school explanation."

"Unfortunately, that is the reason."

You pulled away from Schlatt and finally gestured for him to come in. You realized you had been standing in the doorway this whole time, and now that you had somewhat calmed down, you figured you'd listen to his explanation. You were much more intrigued now after your kiss, although you were far from completely forgiving him for what had happened.

You led Schlatt to your living room and you both sat down on the couch. You were very much aware of how close you two were sat. His body was inches away from yours. You could be touching him again if you wanted to.

"I was trying to push you away," he said, bringing you back to the topic at hand. "I was afraid you wouldn't like me back, and it felt easier to make you hate me than to risk that rejection."

"No offense, but that's a really stupid idea."

He chuckled. "Yeah, no offense taken because you're right. I should've just talked to you about it like an adult instead of assuming you would've rejected me. I thought the easier route would be to make you hate me, but then that succeeded and I realized how much I missed getting to talk to you. Not to sound too corny or anything, but everything felt empty when you weren't around. I knew I fucked up majorly, and I tried to apologize that night after what happened, but you blocked me on everything and I realized just how far I had actually gone."

You thought back to the call you had with Ted that day when everything had come to a head with Schlatt. "Did you not tell Ted how you felt?"

"Not until I begged him for your address. Listen, I love Ted and all, but the dude has a big fuckin' mouth. He would've let it slip one way or another how I feel about you, and I didn't want that. Actually, no one knew. I kept it to myself completely."

"You're an idiot. You know that, right?"

He nodded. "I'm more than well aware, yes."

"And you know it's going to take more than just kissing me and apologizing to completely redeem yourself? I understand why you acted the way you did, as stupid as it was, but it still really hurt me. I'm not going to forget everything just because you were being stupid."

"I don't expect you to. All I wanted was to explain myself and hope that you'd give me a second chance. I'm serious, (Y/N), I don't think I can just not have you in my life. If you don't want to date, that's fine. I'm okay with something platonic, as long as I have you."

You smiled and finally dared to reach out and touch him. You took his hand in yours, running your thumb over his knuckles. You then dared to lean forward and capture his mouth with yours in a quick, gentle kiss. When you pulled away, Schlatt had a smile on his face. You mirrored it with a smile of your own.

"You'll have to work for forgiveness," you told him. "You can start by taking me out on a date."

"Done," he said. "Right now?"

You giggled. "Maybe tomorrow. I was actually in the middle of editing a video when you came, and I have Uber Eats on the way."

As if on cue, there was a knock at your door.

"That would be it."

"Can I stay and hang out while you edit?" Schlatt asked.

"Of course. But I'm not sharing my food with you."

"Oh, you have no choice. You invited me in and let me stay, therefore you're sharing your food."

"You know what? Go fuck yourself, I take back everything I said."

You exclaimed and giggled as he suddenly grabbed you and pulled you to him. "Too late! No take backs! You're stuck with me for a very long time, toots."

[calitears]

sessions

2. iconic duo

story masterlist

tw/notes: cursing, drinking/smoking, drug/alcohol mention, unserious itafushi (?), sexual jokes mentioned

“aren’t you gonna be cold though?” maki asked leaning back on your bed

“but the jacket ruins the point of the outfit, doesn’t it?”

she sighed and looked over her glasses at where you were standing in front of the mirror, “throw on a red one then, red and yellow were already a choice to begin with.”

fake pouting at her you just went ahead and laid down next to her. “it’s just having fun- it’s not even obnoxiously red and yellow! i made it cute,” you sighed dramatically, looking up at her, “don’t push it, i’m still mad you’re not coming with us, who’s gonna be the one degrading the nasty guys that approach us?”

she just rolled her eyes and flicked your forehead in response, “don’t sit here and act like you aren’t capable of being evil.” she stood up from the bed, tugging your arm, “c’mon, i’ve got this red jacket you can take, might even do the outfit a favor, red baby tee and those shorts aren’t enough even if you made cute, you’re still gonna get hypothermia when walking outside.”

you followed her sitting up, letting her take you to her room to dig for the jacket, “if you had decided to go we could’ve been needy and jennifer…”

“aw, well that’s too bad.”

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you wandered through the crowded living space, bright colored lighting shading the walls and furnitures. you dragged toge to where yuji had texted you he was, panda following shortly behind you both, wearing some cheap dollar store blonde wig after you both decided to include him into the ‘duo’ by making him juno’s best friend leah. some people gave you weird looks when seeing the taped bowl under your friend’s shirt resembling a ‘stomach’, but most were caught up in there own worlds.

once you reached the dinning room it was hard to miss the guy’s pink hair, wearing some variation of a tyler durden fit. he was leaning against the table smiling, the round sunglasses sliding down his nose as he seemed to examine something on the table, only to look up when he felt your finger flick against his shoulder. his smile only getting brighter once he took in you and toge’s outfits.

“y/n! wait- you guys actually did it-!” he exclaimed.

“heyyyy- you look great! fight club-” you started only to be cut off by him bringing his finger up to his lips. “first rule, never talk about about fight club.”

you just rolled your eyes, watching him bring his attention to toge next. “hey, this is our friend panda,” he said, pointing to the obvious.

“awesome! i love panda’s!” he exclaimed, turning back to you for a moment before he forgot. “oh hey- remind me one of my friends wanted to meet you, she started listening to you and said she’s a fan!”

“always up for meeting a hot girl,” but as yuji moved out the way, you caught sight of the guy who had been standing behind him.

white button up with a ‘hello my name is’ sticker on it, black pants, loosened tie and fake busted lip and nose, the blood drawn on with what’d you guess was some kind of lipstick or colored makeup pencil. No doubt as the narrator and the other half of yuji’s pair, but holy shit was he hot.

“oh yeah- hey this is my no heart ex-roomate-” yuji started only to get slapped on the back of his head.

“Fushiguro, nice meeting you…”

outside the studio…

debated making megumi and yuji ennis and jack but i alr made a reference 1st chap had to limit myself

megumi stole nobara’s lipstick to draw the blood on in the car and was jumpscared when she got into the passenger seat

toge went around and kept rubbing his stomach and telling everyone y/n was the father

yuji was looking down at the table at a printed out minion meme someone that was a fan had given him

yuta and maki went to go watch nosferatu together, maki kept thinking ‘trench coat buttoned up to the TOP”

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[envysparkler]

Dick had fucked up.  Dick had fucked up big time.

“Robin?” Dick tried, creeping through the gloom of the abandoned warehouse.  Machinery loomed out of the darkness like dusty jumpscares and there was a chilling, crawling feeling up the back of his neck.  “Robin, are you there?”

No sound.  Not even a whisper.  Demons were always very good at blending into the shadows.

“Robin, come back,” Dick called out into the darkness.

The crippling sensation of abandonment was his only answer.

Really, this whole thing was Bruce’s fault.  Not only had he replaced Dick, he’d replaced him with a demon.  A baby incubus that Dick was supposed to call brother.  Dick was justifiably wary of humanity’s greatest predators, never mind that his little brother had chubby little cheeks and an adorable scowl and a pout that Dick had to resist cooing at.  He was dangerous.

And doubly so under the influence of mind tampering chemicals.

Incubi under fear toxin could induce a heart attack with a touch, overloading people’s minds with fear until they died.  Dick had never met an incubus under the use of cuddle pollen, since Ivy mainly reserved that for the Bats, but he shuddered to think of what an emotion-sensitive demon would do when faced with the draining hunger for succor.

Luckily, Dick had met enough villains with mental manipulation to develop strong mental shields.  They’d snapped into place the moment he’d felt Robin’s clumsy grab for his mind, protecting him from mental intrusion.  He could’ve gotten Robin back to the Batcave and in a containment cell with no one—especially Bruce—the wiser.

Instead, Robin had bolted the moment Dick had cut him free of Ivy’s vines and Dick had no idea how to find him.  It was becoming increasingly likely that he’d have to call Bruce from his shift on the Watchtower and deal with the Disappointed Look that still made Dick cringe.

He could already hear Bruce now.  I asked you to watch over Gotham for one night, but I see that was beyond your capabilities.  The sneer was clearly visible in Dick’s mind.  I should’ve never called you back—you’re useless, pathetic, weak—

Dick froze.  “Robin?” he called out, barely a whisper.  The dread and terror hanging over his head weren’t his own.  The fear of being kicked out wasn’t his.  “Robin, are you there?”

The feeling of dread intensified.  Lurking behind it was hurt, a miasma that seemed to grow with every breath.  Pain and fear and abandonment and loneliness, all of it battling together in a spiral that tightened around Dick’s chest and sunk deep.

“Robin?” Dick called out again.  It was an old-fashioned game of hot-and-cold.  The thicker the emotions were, the closer he was getting.  Dick kept the mental block and slipped further into the warehouse.

The darkness seemed especially concentrated in the shadows behind an old conveyor belt.  Dick rounded the edge and headed for the corners, feeling the ache as the emotions pressed against his barrier.

He caught sight of the cape as the emotions solidified into specifics.

hates me hates me can’t stand the sight of me no one can they all hate me

I don’t want to be a demon I don’t want to be alone I just want to be loved why is it so hard why why

please please please please please please please it hurts please it hurts make it stop please please it hurts make it stop I can’t breathe please please please

I’m so hungry

it’s so cold

please help help please it hurts please please please please

“Oh, kid,” Dick breathed, crouching as he crept closer.  Robin was huddled into a tiny ball, cape tucked around him, shuddering violently.  “It’s okay.  It’s going to be okay.  C’mere.”

Robin didn’t move, but he didn’t jerk away at Dick’s careful touch at his shoulder, and Dick moved to envelop him in a hug.  He used slow, cautious movements and only relaxed when the kid was tucked up in his lap.

Robin was still rigid, not bending the slightest amount, breaths harsh and shaky.  Before Dick could figure out a more comfortable position for them both, something poked at his mental barrier.

Dick mentally reared back, reinforcing the block.  But it wasn’t an attack, it was…questing?  It slunk forward again, a wary little thread reaching out.  For an instant, Dick felt hurt please help big brother please?

Then the thread curled away, sagging at a lack of response, and the feeling of abandonment surged.

It was a stupid idea.  Dick was just compounding the bad decisions that had led them to this point.  He could already imagine Bruce’s lecture—did you seriously allow a demon access to your mind because you felt sorry for it—but he’d already made the decision.

Dick dropped the mental barrier.

It felt like cracking open a door he was trying to hold shut, warring with his own instincts as he deliberately lowered his guard.  The thread came back and, upon finding an open path, slithered inside.  Dick resisted the urge to kick it back out.

Dickie? came an inquisitive thought—it didn’t feel like a word mentally spoken, it felt like an impression, and when Dick reached out it, it was accompanied by a dazzling network of memories and emotions.  He was looking at himself from the outside, from the point of view of a little boy that wanted nothing more than his approval, that had placed Dick on a pedestal so high Dick was getting dizzy just experiencing it.

Jaybird, Dick tried crafting his own impression in response, shoving the resentment and irritation as far down as he could in the hopes that Jason couldn’t find it.  He bundled up all his hopes and wishes for a baby brother and flung it across the mental space.

One moment Jason was on the outside, peering in, asking for entry—and the next he was in, tangled up thoroughly with Dick’s emotions, rifling through his head like it was a flipbook.  Confusion and panic and fear flitted across Dick’s mind, slow like molasses, and were easily batted aside.  Comfort rose out of the tangle, and contentment, the lazy purr of a cat slumbering in a sunspot.

It felt good. Dick was…Dick was supposed to be doing something.  They were in a warehouse.  They…they had to get home?  But the warehouse was empty and everything was quiet here.

[starryylies]

Simon and hyperfem! reader who’s interests are completely different from her personality

Hyperfem! Reader making Simon watch my little pony and then making him play fnaf!!! ๑>ᴗ<๑

Warnings: si is mildly concerned but a sweetie 🥹, reader is adorbs but lowkey insane(cutely), cursing, mentions of cannibalism, mentions of satanic behaviour, mentions of murder, mentions of children getting eaten by animatronics.

“Siiiiii c’mere” you called out from your room where you were bundled up in your favourite pink blanket which had a hello kitty print.

“Comin’ love” si calls out from his study where he was finishing his paperwork regarding his previous mission.

After 5 minutes Simon comes inside watching you cuddled up watching some sort of cartoon with some coloured horses in it.

“What’cha watching love”, he gruffs out as he climbs on the bed getting inside the blanket as he holds you next to him

‘My little Pony and ohhh did you know Ted Bundy kept decapitated heads of 12 of his victims with him to remember his murders.”

-Ok so Simon was pretty much used to your little did you knows which came up with the most eccentric news ahead, he found it quite amusing though that how your interests are completely different from you as a person.-

so he just nodded mumbling a faint uh huh

You pout at his response. “Anyways si leave that let’s play a game”

Simon sighs as he is glad to leave the topic of decapitated heads behind ‘’Sure thing love what game’’ he says as he moves closer to you

“Five nights at Freddy’s si its an awesome game, play w me.”

“Sure love, what’s it about?”

“Animatronics who will try to kill us”

“Sure”, he says hesitantly trying not to laugh at how stupid it sounds, how can an animatronic kill a damn person.

“I have to warn you though, it’s scary for some people.”

“Love I’m not getting scared by some stupid animatronics or Whatever they are.”

“If you say sooo”

As you start playing Simon finds it engaging until the jumpscare comes, nightmare Freddy appears Infont of him ripping his face off in the game.

Simon flinches at that but the weird thing is you just stay quiet not even finding it scary in the slightest bit.

‘Love what the fuck was that’s

‘Nightmare Freddy dummy’

“What. The. Fuck. Is. A. Nightmare. Freddy.”

‘’A sadistic animatronic that kills kids duh’’

‘Yea okay this game is weird’ he murmurs

‘I heard that’

“Okay love m not playin this bullshit” he grumbles out.

“Oki si, it’s alright but did you know dahmer ate his victims”

“Yes love you told me that yesterday”

“Oh oky but did you knowww Richard Ramirez did most of his killings due to his obsession with satanism”

“Mm no love I did not know that” he says sighing keeping his head on your shoulder as he holds your waist and pulls you closer.

“Now you do :D”

You looked so proud of yourself telling him these facts he just couldn’t bring the heart to say no to you. How could he ever say no to you and your weird facts :)

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[helvegen-s]

Rage, rage | one

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Pairing: Azriel x Hybern!Princess!OC

Summary: Nimue was a gift for the King of Hybern. His shining jewel, the perfect heir. However, she is clear about who the villain of the story is. When she saves her father's enemies from a tragic end, she realizes that now it's the Cauldron who has a gift for her: a mate.

Warnings: PTSD, description of injuries, bad language, the King of hybern (jumpscare), if there is anything more, please let me know.

A/N: so here it is, the first part. I really hope you enjoy it and that you get to love Nimue just as much as I do. Any kind of support is greatly appreciated! 🥰

Standing in the middle of that enormous training ground, Nimue counted the scars on her hands one by one: first her left hand, tracing each one with her right thumb; then her right hand, tracing each one with her left thumb. It had become a ritual, something that anchored her back to the physical world, slowly pulling her away from her daydreams.

Once again, she felt the weight of her body on her own bones, on her own muscles. A couple of deep breaths, and with the short sword in her hand, she began the series of exercises again. The same series of exercises as yesterday, the day before, and for the last twenty years.

Twenty years in which Nimue had grown accustomed to her new life. New, because she knew she had always been there, inside the Cauldron, and against her will those hands had torn her away from her place, her home. She had ended up in Hybern, locked in a castle and with a princess title she didn't know where it came from, as she shared no genetic bond with the man who called himself her father, the King of Hybern.

The King of Hybern, who with the Cauldron in his hands and desperate to conceive a powerful heir, had submerged his poor and naive concubine in the poisonous water of the Cauldron. The woman, pregnant with the king's offspring and terrified of disobeying the cruel king's orders, obeyed.

Thus, the liquid of the Cauldron separated skin from muscle, muscle from tendon, tendon from bone, and the poor woman who screamed dissolved like salt in water. Before the eyes of the entire court, the King had burned one of his concubines alive, and in return, a young girl had emerged from the Cauldron. Nimue, The Radiant, the daughter of the king, created by the Cauldron.

Nimue knew all this because in the depths of her bones, and only when she let her guard down, she felt the despair of her mother when she was submerged. If she closed her eyes and concentrated, she could feel her own muscles dissolving, melting, the bones crunching and bursting, the muffled screams, the life of the poor woman extinguishing.

That only filled her with rage. A rage that boiled inside her, in every fiber of her being. Sometimes she let it grow, let it spread through every drop of her blood, like poison disguised in wine: she shaped it to her liking, gave it the form she wanted. She shaped her rage into swords, laying waste to entire legions with her rage, burning entire forests with her rage...

One could only imagine that in the face of such destruction, her "father" would be angry. No one wanted a daughter who killed hundreds of soldiers every time she trained. However, the reaction was completely opposite: a smile, some congratulations, a pat on the back, a kiss on the forehead, a small hug...

Small displays of affection that Nimue drank as if she were dying of thirst. After all, he was her "father".

Children are meant to make their parents proud. Or that's what she told herself every night before falling asleep.

She stopped abruptly before finishing her last set of exercises and looked up.

Above her, in the corridor surrounding that enclosed training ground, courtiers of her father, guards, servants, people who stopped to admire her if they had the time, kept passing by. Sometimes they made comments about the natural grace with which her movements seemed to defy gravity itself. Every gesture of hers was fluid and harmonious, as if she were in perfect harmony with the universe around her. It was so, because after all, the world around her had come from the Cauldron. And she was the Cauldron.

Sometimes, however, they made comments about the monster the King had created. An aberration.

With a flick of her wrist, her weapon disappeared into the air, she spun around, and left that training ground. She walked through the halls of the Palace, navigating intersections and crossing doors until she reached the very center of her home. The great stone cavern where the throne was situated. Even before entering, she could hear the voice of the King, and without entering the room, she listened.

"My patience is running out, filthy rats. If you don't know how to do your job, I'll have you thrown to the nagas, and let them do whatever they please with you, you pack of useless scoundrels."

Nimue entered the cavern, her gaze forward and her chin high, those airs of superiority she knew belonged to her. She walked among those present, who made way for her, feeling the hairs on their necks stand at attention in the presence of the princess. With a determined step, she approached her father, who only raised and lowered his eyebrows in response.

"What's the problem, father?" Oh, that mask of innocent girl that many swallowed. She might even dare say that sometimes, the King himself took her for naive, for innocent. When she was anything but, far from it.

She carefully observed the situation: before her father, and kneeling before the steps of the throne, were four of the six spies she knew her father had designated in Prythian, specifically in the Night Court. Among them, two bodies completely mutilated, almost unrecognizable. However, Nimue recognized them as the other two spies that were missing. She lifted her head and let the smell of blood penetrate her nose, savoring it on her palate. That's when she noticed the slightest hint of cedar and mist. She frowned and looked at her father.

"It's nothing, my sweet child. I'm just dealing with these useless ones," the King turned sharply towards those men, who, under the scrutiny of father and daughter, only sank deeper into their shame. With their heads bowed to the ground, they trembled so much that Nimue could hear the chatter of their teeth. "Do your job and find out everything. Everything. And if you have to kill that petty High Lord, you will."

Nimue did everything to hide her smile. She knew those four useless men stood no chance against that High Lord her father spoke of. She knew, because in the Cauldron, she saw the shadow of Rhysand: a vast pit, as deep as the greatest of lakes, and as black as darkness itself, so dark that Nimue saw her own scarlet eyes reflected in it.

By the Mother, Nimue doubted if her own father, without the aid of the Cauldron, would be a match for that vast darkness that undulated within High Lord Rhysand.

The King raised his hand, and with a gesture, all those present in the throne room bowed respectfully and left the without a word.

Nimue turned, ready to leave, but the King pointed at her and shook his finger. With the same hand, he made a gesture, as if pulling on a leash.

A leash that Nimue had worn around her neck since she had been torn from the Cauldron, and whose end her father held, with an iron grip. It was invisible, but when she even thought about how happy it would make her to leave the confines of the Palace, to see the world, she felt its weight around her neck, as if the King was her executioner and the leash his axe.

"Yes, father?" Her tone, completely compliant, made a fleeting smile cross the King's face.

"You will fight for me in this war, won't you, my dear?" he asked, voice so poisonous she almost gagged. Nimue felt her blood boil, her rage consuming her. "You will fight for me and win for me. I will release you onto the battlefield and you will descend upon them like rain upon dry earth. You will sow the fields with their blood, because that's what I've made you for, my Radiant jewel."

The marks of her nails digging into her palms turned into wounds, and when her magic closed them, she clenched her fists again, reopening them.

"Yes, father. I will be your weapon."

She felt the leash loosen, and with a pleased smile on his face, her father gave her permission to leave.

When she was out of the King's sight, Nimue imagined the thousand ways she would slit that old, rotten man's throat.

Azriel let out a sigh, his own breath forming clouds in front of his face.

What was that pressure in his chest? Where was all that irrational rage coming from, burning his chest and taking his breath away?

His shadows swirled around his shoulders, buzzing and whispering to each other.

He did everything he could, searching in the depths of his being for the calm he needed at that moment.

Yes, rage, rage. We are furious.

Yes, that's it, furious.

Azriel clicked his tongue and shook his head, trying to rid himself of the incessant fluctuations of his shadows. He seemed like a horse shaking itself to get rid of the flies that tormented it so much.

"What's troubling you?" Cassian asked. A playful smile on his face while his gaze was fixed on some point in the city spread out before them. "It seems like your shadows are giving you a hard time."

"Never," Azriel replied without hesitation. He sighed again, rubbing his chest with one hand, right where that pressure seemed like it was about to pierce his body. "I feel like hitting something, someone. But it's not my desire, it feels strange."

Cassian burst into laughter as he leaned on the balcony rail. He closed his eyes for a moment, sinking into that brief moment of peace and enjoying the sunlight, before turning to look at his lifelong brother.

"I think we should call Madja. The spirit of Amren seems to have gotten into you and we'll have to get rid of it before you start giving us all dirty looks," he said, with a serious expression all of a sudden.

Azriel looked at him, raising an eyebrow and then sighing, ignoring the usual delusions of the Illyrian.

Both let the topic pass when they heard footsteps coming from inside the house. Cassian crossed the balcony threshold first, and while Azriel enjoyed a few last seconds of calm and sunshine before going back inside, he felt a pain in the palms of his hands. Stabbing, throbbing.

How strange, it had been a long time since the old scars on his hands had caused him sudden discomfort.

He would ask Madja for some ointment.

Because that's what it was, right?

As Cassian and Morrigan's voices echoed in the dining room, Azriel continued to prolong that moment of stability as much as he could. He felt like he was on the edge of a precipice, about to take a step forward without looking at what lay beyond. So as long as he could, he would enjoy those rays of sunshine, that scent of home, those views of the city they were rebuilding after Hybern's attack, hearing his friends laugh, and knowing that this was his place.

He went over the plan day and night since he and his family had conceived it: arrive, enter, break the Cauldron, and get out of there before the King even realized that they had snuck in.

It was perfect. There were variables, of course, but for the hundreds of unforeseen events Azriel had imagined, hundreds of solutions had been devised. It was perfect, and he trusted the plan.

But he felt so out of sorts...

Rage, it consumes us. It burns us.

Rage, rage.

It wasn't him, it wasn't his rage. He felt his own skin, his body, filled with emotions that weren't his. Like a container of some chemical mixture about to explode.

By the Mother, maybe he had eaten something strange at yesterday's dinner. Or perhaps it was the wine afterward, or maybe the countless drinks that followed at Rita's...

Because that's what it was, right?

[sweetprfct]

Drunken Nights and Awkward Friendships

Aaron Warner x Fem!Reader

Summary: Aaron, your boyfriend, and Kenji, your best friend, could never get along no matter what you did. Until one night, you had an idea...

Author's Note: I've always loved Aaron and Kenji's bickering, so why not make a one shot with the both of them in it? Enjoy! :)

Wordcount: 3.2K

You were tipsy.

Not drunk. 

Sure, you were lightweight when it came to alcohol, but you weren’t drunk. At least, not yet. You knew your limit, and you had a plan from the beginning. You love your boyfriend, Aaron, and you love your best friend, Kenji, but somehow, those two men could just never get along no matter what you did. 

“Are you really eating a cookie with a knife and a fork?” Kenji raised his brow at Aaron.

“I didn’t ask for your opinion, Kishimoto.” Aaron barked back.

You had decided to host a little movie night because you wanted to see if they both could maybe spend time together and get to know each other, so they could see what you saw in them. Kenji was such an amazing friend and was always there for you, and Aaron, you love him so much and you knew he had a troubled past but you knew his heart. You knew he cared. He was just not good at showing his emotions to other people. 

“Seriously, guys?” You were literally sitting between them, and they both still managed to tick each other off.

“I didn’t say anything.” Aaron mumbled under his breath as he took a bite of his cookie.

“This is okay with you?” Kenji raised his brow at you, his eyes glancing at the fork and knife and then back at you.

“Kenji, just let him eat.” You tilted your head. “We’re watching a horror movie and the only jumpscare I keep getting is from the two of you commenting about each other.”

Kenji slumped his body back on the sofa, arms crossed before stuffing his mouth with some popcorn. Aaron, on the other hand, chuckled softly and shook his head as he continued to eat his cookie and paid his attention back on the screen. They were both such important people in your life, and they both got along so well with you but how come when it came to each other, they just loved to irritate each other all the time?

It was a good ten minutes at the beginning. Kenji quietly ate his popcorn and sipped his drink, while Aaron leaned back against the sofa. His arm found your shoulders as he pulled you close next to him. It wasn’t long until Kenji had turned his head towards the both of you and shook his head. Aaron was softly rubbing your arm and kept glancing down at you.

“Here, love. You’re cold.” Aaron grabbed the throw blanket that was on the other side of him and wrapped it around you. 

As he wrapped the blanket around your shoulders, he pulled you in for a quick kiss, making you giggle softly. 

“Ew, don’t do that in front of me.” Kenji scrunched his face. 

Aaron was quick to reach over you and grab one piece of popcorn and flicked it on Kenji. It only made you more irritated as Kenji let out a soft gasp, his eyes widening in shock. 

“Hey, man! Rude!” Kenji stood up from the sofa, irritation washing over his face.

“Okay, that’s it!” You slid the blanket off your shoulders and got up from the sofa. 

Both men stayed still as they stared at you. Suddenly, the room had gone still and silence blanketed the three of you. The only sound that was echoing the room was the movie that was playing on the television. 

“You know, I brought you two here together because I genuinely thought maybe you two would finally get along and see as to why I love the both of you.” You sighed, shaking your head. 

“Hey, love–” Aaron reached his hand for you, but you were quick to pull your hand away. 

“Clearly, I was wrong. You know what, you two could enjoy the rest of the movie because I’m exhausted. I should have never tried to force the both of you to be friends.” 

Both men watched you walk out of the living room as Kenji slumped back down on the sofa. Silence surrounded the both of them, both their eyes laser focused on the movie in front of them. The space in between the sofa, where you sat, was the only thing keeping them apart. Aaron could feel the air between him and Kenji become thicker as he turned his head to look at him for a second before looking back at the television again.

“I mean… Why do you really have to eat that cookie with a fork and a knife?” Kenji asked, his eyes still on the television.

Aaron couldn’t help but turn to look at him with a raised brow. “Really? That is still what you’re worried about?”

“No, seriously.” Kenji pressed the subject. “Do you not like to get your hands dirty?”

“I can get my hands dirty right now.” Aaron glared at Kenji.

Kenji knew it was a threat, but he wasn’t afraid of Aaron. He knew Aaron wouldn’t make this night worse. You were already upset. Even if they both didn’t get along, at least they both agreed with one thing and that was to not make you more upset. 

Kenji sighed and got up from the sofa. He made his way towards the bedroom and knocked softly on the door that was slightly ajar. Looking up, you saw Kenji gently push the door open and stood by the doorway.

“I’m sorry, Princess.” Kenji said. 

“Don’t apologize.” You said. “I’m sorry I forced the two of you. I just thought—”

“I’m sorry, love.” Aaron interrupted you as he appeared behind Kenji. “We’ll try to get along, love.”

Suddenly, you saw Kenji’s brows furrowed as he looked over his shoulder and gave him a surprised look. Aaron raised his brow at Kenji as if he was telling him to agree with what he just said. Kenji scratched the back of his head and gave you an awkward smile.

“Yeah, we will.” Kenji agreed.

He brought up his fist to fist bump Aaron to try and act like they were cool, but Aaron just side eyed him before walking past Kenji and walked up to you on the bed. Kenji rolled his eyes and followed behind him as Aaron sat at the edge of the bed, facing you. 

“Matter of fact…” Kenji added. “I’ll take you out next weekend. You know to apologize for this shitty night.” 

You saw how Kenji hesitated for a moment. He was staring at the back of Aaron’s head, and you could see Aaron was holding back from rolling his eyes as Kenji continued, “The three of us. We can go and drink.”

You bit your lower lip, holding in your smile as Aaron furrowed his brows at the idea of it. Somehow, this fake effort that they were trying to do was sort of amusing you. You knew Aaron didn’t like going out to bars. He always thought it was too many people, and it irritated him. That was when the idea appeared in your head.

“Just you and me, Kenji.” You said. “Aaron doesn’t like bars.”

“He doesn’t–?!” Kenji had to bite his tongue before making another comment. “Okay… Okay.”

You saw Aaron’s green eyes sparkled as he hung his head low and held in his smile. You reached for his hand, squeezing it lightly as Kenji let out a sigh.

“I’ll see you then, Princess.” Kenji’s eyes shifted to the back of Aaron’s head again and murmured, “Warner.”

Aaron slightly looked over his shoulder, still biting down his bottom lip as he nodded slightly at Kenji. As soon as Kenji was out the front door, Aaron chuckled softly, pulling you into his arms and burying his face on your neck as he breathed you in.

“You’re killing me, love.” He murmured, pressing a soft kiss on your neck. 

You laughed softly, running your fingers through his golden hair. “You were the one who offered. I was ready to give up on the both of you.”

Aaron hummed softly as he pushed you down gently on the bed, his eyes studying your face. 

“I don’t like seeing you upset.” He said. “I want to make you happy, love.”

You couldn’t help but grin widely as you reached to softly touch your fingers on his cheek. Aaron closed his eyes, marveling at your touch as he smiled softly and his dimples slowly appeared on his face. 

“You do make me happy.” You reassured him. 

“So does Kishimoto.” Aaron muttered as he opened his eyes.

“He’s my best friend. Don’t be jealous.” You teased.

Aaron couldn’t help but let out a laugh, almost like he was insulted by your accusation. He kissed the line of your jaw and down your neck before finding your lips and kissed you deeply. 

“I’m not jealous.” He stated sternly. “I just don’t understand how you could be friends with someone so—”

“Hey!” You cut him off, your index finger finding his lips. “That’s my best friend you’re talking about.”

Aaron chuckled softly before pulling the duvet covers over the both of you and kissed you passionately. 

That was it. 

That was the night you thought maybe this plan of yours could actually work. However, you didn’t put too much hope into it because you knew how stubborn those two were. So, when you and Kenji had gone out to get drinks that weekend, after a few hours, you started acting like you were drunk. That you had enough drinks for the night and just in time, Kenji had suggested to take you back home. 

Technically, you were just tipsy. You could fully make out a whole sentence if you wanted to, and you could still walk by yourself if you wanted to, but you needed this plan to work. As soon as the both of you arrived back home, immediately, you heard Aaron’s voice calling out Kenji’s name. You were stumbling out of the car—at least you tried to act like it— as Kenji helped you out of the passenger seat. Your laughter echoed softly in the quiet dark neighborhood. 

“Jesus Christ. How many did she have?” Aaron asked, helping Kenji carry you. 

“Not much.” Kenji shrugged. “You know how she’s lightweight.”

“Hey, beautiful.” You slurred your words as you gazed up at Aaron, his worried green eyes staring down at you. 

You could see that Aaron wasn’t amused at all. He wrapped his arm around your waist to steady you better as Kenji shut the passenger door closed behind him. Walking back inside the house, you looked over your shoulder to make sure that Kenji was following right behind you and Aaron. 

“You got this, man?” Kenji asked. 

He was still standing by the car and suddenly, you knew your plan was starting to fail. Immediately stopping in your tracks, Aaron gazed down at you with worried eyes as he watched you look over your shoulder.

“Come!” You called out to Kenji. 

“Love, it’s getting late. He needs to get home.”

“N…No!” You slurred your words again, you pulled Aaron’s arm from your waist and slid yourself away from his embrace before settling yourself on the front steps. 

Aaron, who was watching you, was very confused and didn’t know what was happening with you. In fact, he was a bit stunned from your current state and the little show that you were putting on at the moment. 

“Love–” Aaron tried to reach for you, but you swatted his hand away. 

“I’m… not… going inside unless Kenji comes too.” You crossed your arms in front of your chest like a little kid, who was throwing a temper tantrum in the middle of the store. 

You saw as Aaron and Kenji stared at each other before Kenji exhaled a sharp breath and started walking towards the front door. As soon as a small smile tugged on your lips, Aaron reached for you again as he helped you up from your feet and took you inside. Kenji followed behind, closing the door behind him.

“Jesus Christ, Princess. What was in that tequila you drank?” Kenji commented as Aaron took you to the bathroom.

Closing the lid of the toilet, Aaron sat you down as he grabbed one of your makeup remover wipes and started wiping your face gently.  Kenji stood by the doorway and watched Aaron take care of you the whole time. His touch was so gentle that you couldn’t help but gazed up at Aaron in awe as he removed your makeup and brushed your hair away from your face. You could see in the corner of your eye that Kenji was impressed too, especially when Aaron had grabbed one of your scrunchies and put your hair in a ponytail.

“H…How do you learn how to do all that?” Kenji couldn’t help but ask.

“From the many many drunken nights you two would do.” Aaron replied, his voice was flat. 

Kenji chuckled softly, scratching the back of his head. “Y…You do all this? All. the. time?” 

Aaron didn’t say anything as he turned to Kenji and grabbed the door handle. 

“I supposed you don’t want to see me change her?” 

“Absolutely not.” Kenji raised his hands up in the air in surrender before walking down the hall as Aaron closed the bathroom door.

Kenji sat at the edge of the sofa and waited until Aaron finished cleaning you up. He wanted to make sure you were okay before he left for the night. He sighed and waited for a few minutes, hearing your soft laughter echoing inside the bathroom. Then, silence filled the bathroom a few minutes later until the sight of Aaron carrying you in his arms as he walked towards the bedroom caught Kenji’s eyes.

He never realized how much Aaron cared for you. Of course, he heard you talk about it, but he never believed most of your stories since every time he saw Aaron, he was always so irritated or emotionless. 

The man was always cold towards him and for a while, Kenji never understood why you had fallen for someone like him because Kenji had known you for so long now, and he knew you deserve someone so much better. 

However after tonight, Kenji saw the side of Aaron that he never thought existed. It was almost like he finally saw the emotion behind those ice cold green eyes that would glare at him all the time. He was almost like he was a different person. 

Walking towards the bedroom, Kenji stood by the doorway and watched Aaron tuck you in under the duvet. Your eyes were closed, and you were finally asleep—at least that was what they both thought— and you were all freshened up and in your fresh pair of pajamas. 

“Is she asleep?” Kenji whispered.

Pressing a soft kiss on your forehead, Aaron turned to Kenji and nodded his head. For a moment, the two men just stood there and stared at each other. Almost like they wanted to say something to each other, but they couldn’t seem to find the right words or didn’t really know where to start.

“Thank you for taking her back home safely.” Aaron finally said.

“Yeah, of course. She’s my best friend. I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her.” Kenji let out a soft awkward laugh.

You couldn’t help but open one eye and saw Aaron’s back was turned to you. You could barely see Kenji in front of Aaron, but you knew he was there. They were talking. Not just talking but a normal conversation for once without insulting each other. 

“You’re a good friend.” Aaron murmured. 

Kenji was stunned. There was silence for a moment between them as Aaron took a step forward towards him. You quickly closed your eyes before Kenji could notice that you were awake. 

“You’re um…” Kenji cleared his throat. “You’re good for her.”

Aaron let out a soft hum and a small smile appeared on his face as he nodded his head. 

“Maybe you aren’t so bad after all.” Kenji added, rolling his eyes. 

“I guess… you too.”

“Except for the cookie. I still don’t understand that whole thing.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you opened one eye again. You saw Aaron hold out his hand, and Kenji hesitated for a moment before shaking his hand. 

“Anyway, I’m gonna head home.” Kenji pointed to the direction of the front door. “Just tell her that I’ll see her soon.”

Aaron nodded his head and walked out of the bedroom with Kenji. You heard the front door opened and a goodnight from the both of them before the front door closed again. 

Closing your eyes again, you heard Aaron’s footsteps from down the hall and then, the bedroom door closed. You stayed still on the bed as Aaron slid under the covers next to you. Feeling the stroke of his fingers on your hair, you stirred slightly before fluttering your eyes open. You gazed up at him as he smiled and admired you. 

“I know you’re not drunk, love.” Aaron said. 

You smiled sleepily as you buried your face on his neck. Aaron shook his head as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. 

“What’s going on, love?” He asked. 

“I never thought it would work.” You murmured, kissing his neck softly. 

Aaron chuckled, pulling away from you and stared at you with a curious look on his face but at the same time, he looked impressed.

“You did this on purpose?” 

You nodded your head and smiled. “Like I said, I never thought it would work.”

Aaron shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes. He couldn’t believe he fell for it, but he really did. A soft laughter escaped your lips, reaching for his cheek and cupping his face.

“I heard what you said to Kenji.” You murmured.

Aaron’s green eyes caught yours as he let out a sharp breath. He was stunned but at the same time, he was amazed by you. His green eyes sparkled, dimples indenting his cheeks as he leaned in and gave you a quick peck on the lips.

“I meant it.” He admitted. 

Your grin grew wider. “So, what do you think?” 

“Think of what?”

“Of Kenji?”

Aaron shook his head. He couldn’t believe he was saying all of this to you. He couldn’t believe it himself that he was saying all of this out loud. 

“He’s okay.”

Another soft laughter escaped from you as you laid your head on his chest. Aaron pulled you close in his embrace and just stared down at you happily.

“I’ll accept okay.” You smiled. 

Aaron couldn’t help but smile as he stroked your hair softly with his fingers. 

“You have a good friend, love.” He admitted, pressing a kiss on your hair. 

“And I have an amazing boyfriend.” You murmured.

With that, Aaron smiled and thought that maybe—just maybe— he could keep his promise to you that he could try harder when it came to Kenji. He was, after all, your best friend, and he knew how much he meant to you after everything you two had gone through together. Besides, he was telling the truth. He wasn't too bad after all.

Gazing down at you one more time, Aaron tightened his grip around you and saw that you had a smile on your face as you slowly fell asleep.

He couldn't help but think how he’d do anything to keep that smile on your face. 

He’d do anything to keep you happy.

The End.

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[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: swearing, Haunted house, Devil's Night, fire

Eric looked up at the clouds, frowning at how dark the sky had gotten. The crow circled us as we walked through the city. I kept a tight hold on his arm as the crowd got thicker.

“How much further?” I asked. Eric smiled over at me.

“Why? Afraid of a little rain?” He asked, gently bumping my shoulder. “It can’t rain all the time.”

“no.” I said. “The crowds are getting awful big. I’m just concerned something is going to happen.” Eric chuckled and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. He held me tightly against him.

“Nothing will happen. It’s going to be fine.” He assured me, kissing my temple. “You’re just scared already. We haven’t even gotten our tickets yet.”

"I'm not scared." I pouted. Eric chuckled and kissed my head again.

"Sure." He teased. "Whatever you say." We finally got to the ticket booth and Eric paid. I watched as the crow settled at the entrance to the house, cocking its head as it watched the two of us head through. "Now remember if you get scared..."

"Eric." I whined. "Shut up." He laughed before tightening his hold on me as the lights went out. I wrapped my arm around his waist as he followed the line. Eric jumped and chuckled when a man in a clown mask jumped out at him. I smirked before squeezing his waist. "You were saying about me getting scared?" I teased over the music that was playing. Eric reached down and pinched my arm as we kept moving. Someone with a chainsaw ran in front of us and I gasped, leaning into Eric some.

"You were saying?" Eric laughed. I shoved him playfully before slipping my hand into his back pocket.

"Shut up." I laughed. Eric chuckled as we kept moving through the house. We got jumpscared a few more times before we made it out, the crow waiting for us at the exit. It took off as we passed by. Eric paused for a second before turning us in a different direction.

"You were right." He breathed out, eyes searching the crowd. "Something's starting." Eric stopped, bringing me to a standstill beside him. He turned towards me, putting his hands on my shoulders and he looked at me. The crowd parted around us as Eric kissed me. Some people rolled their eyes as they passed but most gave us space. Eric hugged me tightly as he pulled away. "Someone is going to set fire to the house. Run. I will find you later. Get back to the apartment if you have to." Eric pulled away completely and I nodded.

"Guess it was stupid coming out here on Devil's Night." I breathed out as I squeezed his side. Eric nodded. "Go stop them. Be safe Eric." I pulled him in for another kiss before taking off. The screams followed me back to the apartment. I kept checking the sky for the crow but I couldn't find him. By the time I got back to the apartment, I skidded to a halt as I saw Sargent Albrecht. "Eric's not here." I said as I walked over to him. "He's back at the event. Said something about the haunted house getting burned down."

"I know." He said. "I just came from there. Overheard somebody say they were going to burn down this building." I frowned and looked up at the crowd that was gathering. "Wanted to make sure he wasn't in there." I shook my head.

"No." I frowned up at the building. "But he isn't going to be happy about it." Albrecht shook his head.

"No he won't." He agreed. I watched as someone approached the building, playing with his lighter as he went. "And here we go." He gently took my arm and led me back, trying to make sure we were out of the blast zone. The door to the building opened with a bang and I smiled as Eric stepped out.

"If you want to burn this building, you're going to have to get through me." He growled, eyeing the crowd that was still gathered. Some had bottles and others had torches. "Don't everyone move at once." Eric smirked as the first bottle was thrown.

[femsolid]

Video games recommendation for women part 2

The same criteria as before: has to have a female lead and little to no misogyny

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1. Shadow of the Tomb Raider

The seemingly invincible and endlessly talented Lara Croft goes on yet another adventure, this time exploring the Amazon jungle and South American ruins looking for a magical artifact hoping to prevent her enemies, an evil organisation called Trinity, from using it.

Tomb Raider is a franchise that has changed quite a bit over the years. Ever since the reboot, Lara has become a fully fledge character and she doesn't do rock climbing in a skimpy outfit anymore (which made the boys mad, boohoo).

But sadly she still suffers from her reputation of sexy girly indiana jones which I suspect is why women don't seem that interested in her. Shame!

It's not usually the type of games I like (very over the top "blockbustery") but I got hooked the minute I set foot (or rather crashed) in the Peruvian jungle. The game is visually stunning, I loved exploring all the ancient temples, the crypts, the jungle and seeing all the animals. The puzzles were challenging, the fights were fun, it was entertaining, well made, with lots of female characters and it takes place in Peru which is just the cherry on top for me.

The only thing I didn't like was Jonah but then I never liked him. He's Lara's best friend and is pretty much there to be kidnapped and rescued in every game, which is kind of a nice reversed damsel in distress trope I suppose, but still, you're useless Jonah I kept telling my screen.

2. Alien Isolation

In this game you play as Ellen Ripley's daughter who ends up trapped in a gigantic spaceship with a lethal enemy, of course, the infamous alien: the xenomorph.

This game is perfect if you are currently suffering from constipation. It doesn't rely on cheap jumpscares and gore to scare you no, it's all about the ~ambiance~. If you are found, you are dead, simple as. And you will die... A LOT. I got an achievement for dying 50 times. I was laughing hysterically whenever the alien caught me by that point and I think the alien was too.

They say "in space no one can hear you scream" but this alien can hear your footsteps so this makes for some tense gameplay, especially as the alien's AI is very good and you are extremely vulnerable. To survive you will have to be very mindful of the noises you make and the noises the alien makes. Oh yeah, you both crawl through the same ventilation system by the way. This could make for some awkward encounter... On top of having to deal with the alien you will meet androids and humans who aren't exactly friendly either. The goal is, of course, to escape from the ship alive.

I have to give the developpers props for really making us feel like we are in an Alien movie. The music, the ship's design, the alien itself, are all very faithfull to the movies and this game is rightly considered a classic.

3. Spiritfarer

In Spiritfarer you play as Stella (and her cat) who has become the captain of a boat on which she welcomes the spirits of different people who have died. She will accompany them for a while until it's time to cross the bridge and say farewell.

It's worth mentionning, given how rare it is, that the main character is a black girl. Your job is to manage the boat (make improvements to it) and become self-sustainable: you will grow your own food, build houses for each spirit and decorate it, grow trees, collect wood, fish, feed your guests. You can make a mill, a weaving workshop, a sawmill, a kitchen, a garden, etc and arrange it as you please.

Most importantly, you will travel the sea to meet new spirits, learn about their lives and fullfill their last wishes before they are ready to leave us. And then you will cry and cry and cry as the music rises and you give them one last hug.

It's a cosy game, slow paced, lots of dialogues, cute mini-games within it, and at times really funny interactions because it all looks so cute yet the characters act and talk like normal people (they told me to fuck off quite a lot) and they will often get into unprompted anti-capitalist rants. It reminded me of Spirited Away a lot, very strange and comfy at the same time.

It's a story about death, about how each person handles it, what they look back on, and yet it's a very pleasant game.

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As usual I will add more to the list as I reblog it and, of course, if you want to recommend a game too, you're more than welcome. I've been focusing on games with female leads lately so I'll have a lot more to add.

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Spending the day with them Ohma,raian,agito, kaolan

(Not ohma for the people who didn’t know) ⬇️

Spending the day with Ohma would be like:

Well, at first at first you thought he wasn’t going to spend time with you since he always busy training that’s until you heard. “Get up and put some clothes on”

He ends up taking you to an all you can eat buffet the whole table was full of plates I wonder why. You were still on your 1st plate while he was on his 100 3rd plate.

That’s until he went to the dessert bar and saw the ice cream machine. It was about 9inches long and was leaning to the side. (woah pause😭)

Atleast 20 people stared at you guys mostly ohma like y’all haven’t ate in years.

After that he takes you to his personal gym and you guys work out together.

He studies you a lot when you’re not looking but as soon as you look at him he continues with what he was doing.

He’ll even let you sit on his back while he does push-ups.

You guys left and went home to take a shower Ohma wanted to take a shower with you horny ass

he scrubs your back helps you wash your hair and in return you do the same with him

probably got soap in your eye cause of him

You guys putting on matching Pjs and watch Netflix and sleep….

Raian

Bakugo 2.0 however you spell his name

Spend the day with Raian would be like:

You literally had to beg him to stop training and spend the day with you selfish ass he had a attitude about it but gave in cause he loves you. I think..

He wanted to ask if you wanted to workout with him but he could tell what the answer was gonna be no just by the deadly side eye you gave him 👀

He ends up taking you to a park you guys rode those boats you have to peddle he said “leave it to me”.

Next thing you know you almost got whiplashed from how fast we was peddling

On the trail walk/ride he kept complaining about the bugs

He was at least 2 miles ahead of you trying to run from the mosquitoes

He kept scaring children with that gremlin face

At the end you guys went home showered and he was knocked out.

Agito hot dilf

Spending the day with Agito would be like:

Now this giant teddy bear may look like he acts like Raian but he’s really not well not with his s/o

You guys end up going to the movies together to watch a horror film

He wore decent clothing and you guys headed out you guys went to watch The new Scream movie which you’re scared of. No worries the dilf is here!

You guys got your drinks and popcorn and went to find your seat it was a tight squeeze for Agito cause he’s to thick.

Thank god y’all sat up high cause he would’ve blocked a lot of people. Last time there someone had a problem and I'm sure the Scream movie came to life..

He didn’t think to much of the movie as he thought of it as a joke.

He had a straight face the whole time and was side eyeing you like “What the hell are you doing”

You griped on his biceps as jumpscares were coming.

He was ready to go the moment he saw someone’s popcorn flying. It took so much for him to not grab you and leave.

You asked him if the movie was good and he was looking at you like:

You guys went home showered and cuddled.

Kaolan

Spending the day with Kaolan would be like:

He’s probably the best out them maybe

He texted you ahead of time to get ready

Kaolan🫶🏾: Hey honey, get ready at 7:30pm I want to take you somewhere.

Y/n: Okay!!!!

You were done and ready and looked fabulous he had just texted you that he was outside.

You speed walked out the door and saw a Limo with him holding the door. I wish that was me😤

He took you to a fancy restaurant 5 stars he wanted to take your here because it served some of his home country food.

You guys walked in and you expected to be out there but he has made reservations for a private dinner.

You guys already ordered food and it had just came out after a few minutes. He ordered his favorite meal and you ordered Pad Thai noodles. The bill was at least $432

You guys enjoy your night out and head home to bathe each other and watch TV shows…