#pretty worth it id say but jeez

[betty-burnout]

first truly nice day of the year so I threw on sandals and a skirt and walked 3 miles around the neighborhood and now I have the common injuries (blisters and thigh chafe) that prevent a skirt+sandals combo for a few days 😭

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Make It Worth It

Pairing: Moonknight trio x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: So many okay; body worship, HEAVY praise, multiple orgasms, oral (f,m receiving) unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it <3), creampie, hella petnames, fingering, kinda marking too, oh and cockwarming, a lil bit of a jealousy thing going, vague mentions of injuries

Genre: fluff & smut

Summary: The idea of you going on a date makes your friend confess feelings you didn't know they had

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Meeting Marc Spector was something you'd consider a total fluke. A mishap with his suit had him limping down the street hardly able to hold himself up. Against... probably your better judgment, you brought him to your apartment- patched him up, got him some food, and let him crash on your couch. He was gone before you woke up in the morning and you honestly expected never to see him again. A couple of weeks later though he popped by to say thank you and introduce himself, you told him he could stop by if he needed help again. You didn't think he'd take you up on the offer but you were fast friends as you became his only confidante. Apparently, the vigilante life is not conducive to friendships, especially when you share your life with another; Steven Grant.

It was a while before Marc told you about Steven and you liked to call him Marc's best kept secret, considering Steven doesn't even know about it. It took even longer for you to meet Steven. Another mishap with Marc's suit had him frantically banging on your balcony door one night. You pulled open the door and he'd practically fallen into your apartment.

"Y/n! Hey!" He groaned.

"Jeez! I thought that stupid bird was meant to protect you Marc!" You crossed your arms.

"Help now, be mad later. Oh! And if I wake up and I'm not me, lie." He barely got the last bit out before he practically fell on you.

"Heavens above you still haven't told him the truth?" You groaned technically to yourself as you shoved a now unconscious Marc onto your couch. Even with him passed out you'd gotten more than enough practice patching him up that you had it so down that you were quick and efficient. He was out for quite some time afterwards, you even made dinner before he suddenly startled awake.

"Who are you? Where am I? What are you doing here?" The unfamiliar British accent immediately told you that night that Steven had woken up instead of Marc.

"Um- this is my apartment so that's where you are, I live here so that's what I'm doing here and my name is y/n. You're Steven right?"

"How did you know my name?" He'd looked at you suspiciously.

"I- I looked at your wallet for ID?" He does have his wallet on him so that lie was totally believable.

"Well why am I here?" 

That was the question you were dreading from the moment Marc passed out on you.

"You were hurt so I brought you here."

"Hurt? Hurt how?"

"I- I didn't see it happen. You were hurt when I got to you." You shrugged. It wasn't technically a lie. You didn't see Marc get hurt. The answer seemed to satisfy Steven at the time but maintaining separate friendships with Marc and Steven wasn't something you wanted to keep up long term. Hence, with some gentle nudging, Marc eventually revealed himself to Steven and you ended up having to help the duo navigate the new dynamic.

However, where you thought Steven was Marc's best kept secret; a new player had him beaten. A secret so well kept Marc didn't even know until after you did. And his name was Jake Lockley. Meeting him had actually happened intentionally on his end. Apparently tired of watching the back and forth between you and his alters he stepped in to meet you himself. You'll admit you and Marc toed the line pretty much since you met, flirting with each other but not obvious enough to change your dynamic, and once Steven got comfortable with you it was only too fun to tease him. So in came Jake; the hidden protector, questioning you and ultimately deciding you were safe for them to be around. He even trusted you enough to facilitate his introduction to the other two. Now you've got the whole trio you can call friends and they often tell you how instrumental they consider you in maintaining stability in their shared life. You really enjoy having them around most of the time even with how chaotic it can be covering for, patching up, and keeping track of their system.

Tonight, while you're finishing your makeup for a date, you hear a knock from the living room. You're not expecting anyone right now so when you leave your room and find Moonknight on your balcony you're not exactly surprised. You open the door and the suit disappears as he walks into your apartment.

"What're you all dressed up for?" Marc asks taking in your outfit.

"Hello to you too Marc." You roll your eyes.

"Hello. What're you all dressed up for?"

"I have a date tonight." You say with a shrug heading back to your room knowing Marc will follow you.

"A date? What date? You didn't tell me about any date."

"I don't have to tell you about dates."

"Why wouldn't you tell me though?"

"It's a first date Marc I'm not getting married. You're making it a much bigger deal than it is."

"It is a huge deal. You haven't been on a date since we met!"

"Thank you for pointing out that Marc yes this is my first date in a while. Did you come here for a reason? Doesn't that bird of yours have errands for you?"

"I always come here when I'm done with Khonshu's stuff. This is why it's a big deal you didn't tell me about this date. It throws off our routine!"

"Marc you coming here to eat my food after running around for skelo-bird is not set in stone."

"It is set in stone. If it wasn't we wouldn't do it every time."

"Well it's still early, so when I finish my date I'll text you and you can come back over and your routine will be fine."

"That's not the same."

"I dunno what to tell you sweetie, I have to leave, I'm meeting this guy in like 10 minutes."

"Don't go."

"Marc!"

"Come ooon I'm way more fun than whoever this random guy is anyway."

"You don't even know him."

"Neither do you. So stay."

"Let me get this straight, you want me to cancel my first date in over a year because it's more important that we watch a movie while you eat leftovers? Call me crazy but I'd personally rank those a little differently."

"I want you to cancel your first date in over a year because I don't want you to go on a date."

"Okay I know we're close but I feel like that's crossing a line a little bit. That's not really up to you."

"Princessa, are you intentionally misunderstanding him?" Jake's sudden appearance only further confuses you.

"No Jake. I genuinely have no idea what the deal is here and at this rate, I'm going to be late so one of you better start talking straight."

"He's jealous. He doesn't want you going on a date with anyone that's not... us, really. None of us do."

"All of this is about a crush? Bring Marc back out here." You roll your eyes.

"Look I did not send Jake out here to speak for me!"

"You are such a dunce." You smack his chest lightly.

"What?!"

"You don't want me to go on this date because you three like me and you couldn't just say that?"

"I dunno I guess I just didn't want to risk what we've already got, as friends." He says sheepishly.

"Say the words."

"What?"

"Say exactly why you don't want me going on this date and I'll cancel."

"I don't want you to go on this date because I have feelings for you. Stay home. I can make it worth it in any way you ask."

"Any way that I ask?"

"I'll worship you like a god if you want me to."

"Won't that make that silly old bird of yours a little jealous?"

"Let him be if he is. All that matters is you not going on this date and me showing you my gratitude."

"Alright, I'll call and cancel the date."

"Don't bother. Who cares if he gets ghosted?"

"First of all, I'm nice so I care; secondly that's the shit that gets women stalked."

"Oh please, as if he'd ever be able to hurt you with us around." Marc scoffs.

"Okay, bodyguard. The call will take less than two minutes and you'll have my attention the rest of the night." You say grabbing your phone and stepping into the living room. You notice Marc following you as you call your date.

"Hello?" 

"Lewis! Hi, I'm sorry to do this so last minute but something has come up and I'm not going to be able to make it to dinner."

"Oh. Is everything alright? Do you need anything?"

"Uh- thanks but I'll be fine! I just gotta take care of a thing and I didn't wanna leave you sitting there waiting."

"Yeah no, thanks for letting me know. We can reschedule."

"Sure! Soon as I get a handle on things I'll reach out to reschedule." You say, ignoring the look Marc gives you.

"Alright no problem. Good luck with your thing." Lewis says before hanging up.

"You aren't actually rescheduling with him, are you?" Marc asks you.

"Probably not." You shrug.

"Probably?!"

"I already canceled the date for you once."

"You making this hard for me on purpose sweetheart?"

"Not at all. Just not sure how things are gonna go." You smile.

"How things are gonna go? I'm gonna show you that canceling that silly date was the right idea and that you don't need anyone other than us."

"Us? Steven and Jake are in on this too?"

"Of course they are."

"Well, that's a big promise Marc, how do you plan to show me all of that?"

"I'm going to start by kissing you. Is that okay?" Marc asks, pulling you towards him with an arm around your waist.

"Absolutely." You say draping your arms over his shoulder. Marc's free hand comes up behind your head as he kisses you hard. You gasp against his lips and he uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Without warning, Marc lifts you into his arms and easily carries you back to your room, not even phased when you pull away from the kiss to squeal. He tosses you onto your bed and climbs over you with a smile.

"You have no idea how crazy we are about you." Marc breathes out, trailing kisses down to your neck.

"Crazy about me? Is that right?" You ask, a moan punctuating your question as Marc latches onto a particularly sensitive spot to turn purple.

"Completely." He says softly, staring at you so intently you pull him towards you for another kiss to escape the look in his eyes. Marc pulls away to tug your already bunched up dress over your head, leaving you in your bra and panties as he looks you over. "Fucking hell you're even more gorgeous than I could've imagined." Marc groans.

"You spend a lot of time thinking about me naked darling?" You can't help but chuckle at the thought as you take the moment of silence on his end to pull his shirt over his head and drag your nails down his chest appreciatively.

"I plead the fifth." Marc groans and moves to litter your chest in more patches of red and purple as he reaches under you to unhook your bra. His hands cover your breasts as soon as they're free, palms kneading the flesh while fingers toy with nipples. The sudden onslaught of stimulation has little whimpers falling from your lips that Marc decides he can't get enough of. He pulls one of your nipples between his lips, sucking, nipping, and tonguing at it to test your reactions, discovering all the sounds you make from this alone. "You make such cute little noises." He chuckles switching from one nipple to the other, pulling all the same sounds from you. Eventually, Marc trails his kisses down your stomach, soft and slow, like he has all the time in the world. "So pretty." He whispers. He pulls your panties down your legs, kissing your thighs on the way down and back up. "I'm so going to enjoy this." Marc says before burying his head between your legs. He licks a hard stripe between your folds that makes you moan and his arms wrap around your thighs before you can even squirm. Marc's tongue swirls around your clit as he watches you, testing what pulls the best reaction from you. When a certain rhythm has your fingers tugging at his hair he settles into it, intent on making you cum like that. Whimpers and cries fall from your lips in quick succession as he sucks and laps at your sensitive bundle of nerves. You writhe and grind against him, although his grip on your thighs restricts your movement as he works you quickly towards an orgasm.

"Holy fuck Marc!" You groan, throwing your head back and pulling almost too hard at his curls but the man between your legs only lets out a pleased growl at the action. "Fuck I'm close." You pant out and Marc wraps his lips securely around your clit, sucking harshly until your legs tense and your orgasm crashes into you with a silent scream. Marc doesn't even let you fully ride out the high before his fingers slide into your opening. He curls the two digits just right and you can feel the pull in your abdomen when he brushes the spot inside you. Your back arches into him as he works you open with his fingers, his tongue still lapping at your clit, determined to pull another orgasm from you. Your second orgasm hits you faster than the first your entire body twitching while you let out the prettiest whine Marc's ever heard.

"My goodness." Although the voice is muted in your pleasure fogged brain, you don't miss the accent in his words.

"Steven?!" You blink at him, chest still heaving slightly as you try to catch your breath. His eyes are as wide as saucers as he takes in the situation he's just been thrown into.

"Hi. I can't imagine Marc did this on purpose I-" Steven's words trail as his head snaps to the mirror hanging on your closet door. "He did this on purpose." Steven looks at you and then back at the mirror. "Why would you do that Marc?!" You pull his gaze back to you by grabbing his chin,

"Steven, calm down." You say.

"Clearly I've missed a lot because how did you two even end up like this?" Steven asks and your giggle at his confusion quickly turns into a whimper when the action makes you distinctly aware of his fingers still buried inside you. "My god, help me." Steven breathes out at the sound from your lips. "If this was your act of gratitude why am I here?!" Steven asks to the mirror and you suppose Marc told him how you, in his words, ended up like this. Steven makes a face at whatever Marc says next and then turns to you with a look you can only describe as curious. Before you can question it, his fingers inside you move tentatively, making you moan. He's less sure of himself than Marc had been but he watches intently as he slowly strokes your inner walls, enjoying the way you react to him. "You're absolutely breathtaking."

"And you, are simply adorable." You say bringing him down to kiss him. Steven is obviously much more nervous than Marc was and you take the lead in the kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips as you explore his mouth with your tongue. It seems your reactions feed his confidence as his fingers gain speed the longer you kiss him and soon you're moaning too much to actually do it properly.

"I love the sounds you make." Steven sighs. You pull his fingers from you before he can make you cum again and he pouts at you until you guide the fingers between your lips. You suck them clean, enjoying the way Steven takes a shaky breath at the action. You use one hand to undo his jeans and pull them down his legs, pulling his fingers out of his mouth for him to get up and shove them the rest of the way down with his boxers. You lean forward and take Steven into your mouth, swallowing him down as far as you can.

"Oh god." Steven groans and his eyes roll as he tosses his head back. You bob your head up and down his length, swirling your tongue as you go, enjoying the way he moans and shivers.

"I love the sounds you make too darling." You hum dragging your tongue along the vein that runs the underside length of his dick. Steven hisses and you wrap your lips around him again.

"Holy hell you're... really good at this." Steven's praise is breathy and stuttery. You take him all the way into your mouth, feeling him in the back of your throat. Rather suddenly, you feel his fingers in your hair tugging you off of him.

"Now, it was my understanding that we were meant to be showing you gratitude." Your ears perk up hearing the accent change.

"Jake, yeah so I've been told." You hum.

"And yet here you are pleasing Steven instead of him worshiping you." Jake's thumb rubs along your bottom lip.

"Steven is just so much fun to tease." You smile.

"Tease him later princessa, tonight is about you. How lucky we are to have you in our life. How much of an honor it is to kiss you, to touch you, to please you." Jake intentionally speaks slowly, staring at you intently.

"You are... very good with words." You muse.

"Have our actions not supported them?"

"Marc definitely, and Steven- before I got my hands on him, yes. You however haven't done anything but talk." You smirk at him.

"Tell me what you want from me and it's yours. Anything you ask." Jake says.

"In other circumstances that would be... a dangerous promise to make. But tonight, I just want you inside me. I want you to make me cum on your dick."

"With pleasure." Jake pushes you onto your back and tugs your legs to pull you towards him. He wastes no time lining himself up with your entrance and thrusting into you. Your back immediately arches at the fullness of Jake bottoming out and you can't help but moan. "Fuck you're so wet." He groans dropping his head to your shoulder for a moment. Jake sets a rhythm of sharp thrusts, deep but quick.

"Sh-shit Jake! Feels so good." You whine, dragging your nails down his back. He hisses at the sting and his thrusts pick up speed.

"God y/n you're perfect. So gorgeous. Taking this dick like you were made for us." Jake huffs out. One of his hands reaches between your bodies, finding your clit with ease. You squirm against his ministrations moaning as he drives into you repeatedly. "That's it princessa, moan for me, sounds so nice." He grits out, rubbing circles against your bundle of nerves. You grind against him, trying to bring your orgasm on quicker. "Cum for me sweetheart, let me feel you let go around me. Please mi vida." Jake sweetly kisses you as he practically begs for your orgasm and a few thrusts later you're falling over the edge, nails digging into his back as he watches the way pleasure washes over your face. Once your eyes slowly peel open, Jake tightens his grip on your hips and changes the pace of his thrusts, slowing down now.

"You're gonna cum inside me aren't you Jake?" You ask with a pout specifically to get what you want.

"Mierda." Jake's eyes close for a moment. "Is that what you want princessa?"

"Yes Jake, please."

"I told you I'd give you whatever you ask me for." Jake shifts slightly before picking up the pace of his thrusts, they're sloppier now as he focuses on chasing his own release. "I'll pump you so fucking full, you'll be leaking. Fuck you'll look even prettier dripping like that."

"Please Jake, give it to me. Fill me up baby." You whine, grinding against him. His hips stutter and stop buried inside you and you the warmth of his orgasm inside you makes you moan. Before Jake can twist to lay beside you, you pull him onto you comfortable with the weight of him on you. "Don't move yet, let's just- lay like this for a bit, please." You say.

"Thank fuck you didn't go on that stupid date." Jake mutters and you giggle a little.

"Thank fuck you said something or I would've."

"Well, did we make it worth the stay?" "I'd say so." "Good. After a nap you can discuss the details, probably with Steven, he'll have the most to say." Jake mumbles into your neck.

"I'll have to talk to each of you ya know." You say.

"Sure but start with him. All I have to say is I think you're perfect, and we'd be lucky if you date us."

"You're not the only lucky ones." You say kissing the side of his face. Yeah. It might have been by pure chance that you crossed paths with Marc over a year ago but you're glad the rest of your decisions landed you here. Even if it's not the trajectory you saw that first interaction leading to, definitely worth it.

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[tetsuooooooooooo]

JGHFSRBI NO CAUSE im just thinking of how i would get when im around him and my (apparently) hyperactive ass would be unbearable like we'd just be going about our way to hunt lulu and hed be like "oh wow look thats a tiger iris" and id be like ohhh thats so pretty wow look at it omg how do you even know all those names thats so cool where did you learn what all these plants are called? theres soo many and you know like allofem youre amazing i cant even remember peoples names lol but im good at remembering looks tho im visual i guess OHH OH OH DID YOU KNOW THERES LIKE A FLOWER SOME TYPE OF MAGNOLIA THAT LOOKS LIKE A LIL GUY WITH HIS DICK OUT ("wh-") its SOOO funny i saw it in a book in the countesses library i was doing a break from research and i just looked around at her books and the one with all the plants was soooo pretty with the drawings and everything described n written out so nicely man i gotta find it and show you when we get back its got colours n everything so cool and i obviously dont remember the names but i definitely remember the dick guy because omg wait lemme draw it for you hold on ("you dont have t-") AW nuts im never gonna find my pen in this bag ugh ok wait ill show you with magic ("pleasedont") they were like a bunch of the uh the flower bits growing off the one stalk branch thing of it and the petals were like purple-white and they looked like little tiny fairy dudes with cute lil hats and their wangs swangin gidthfxgkb isnt that so amazing like nature just does all those things for its own benefit and it figures out the best shape it can grow into is this one and then a stupid monkeybrain human comes over and sees a shape and goes lmao yo dick out ("stop saying that") and like its always in the warm places too all the cool fun weird things with the million colours and weird shapes and different variations of one species always live somewhere hot what do they got going on there OMG DO YOU THINK theres like a bunch of different subtypes of the magnolia and they have different sized shlongs (ok that would make him laugh. like a strong nose exhale at least cmon) ohhhh my god that would be the best it sucks that i hate when its hot cause i could go somewhere to find the cool animals to look at and like look for the wiener flower to see if its actually real or if that book is fucking with me but i hate being hot sooo much like ughh i cant GET any more naked man cmon what do i gotta do take my skin off amirite jeez. anyway AY MORGA wheres your stupid son how much longer are we gonna be walking im tireddd when do i get to slice his fucking head off

cut to morga who for half of that monologue has been looking at me like

wondering if this is really worth it or if she could just chuck a spear between my eyes and be done with it. Murm is in the back hyperventilating

well NOW i wanna replay muriels route so i can spiral and get bummed out that he totally wouldnt like me irl at all and this got me thinking. who would he actually like irl. cause i mean he can think he cant like Anyone and nobody would like Him at first but like. in a battle royale of thousands of us thirsty bitches vs one muriel who would he actually consider putting a ring on. what type person would it take. i dont want to spur any competition and death threating here as its been known to happen among fandom peeps but what a fascinating meta notion ive just uncovered. for myself at least. dating sims are fun i love giving imaginary persons agency this can be applied to any of them

not sure about the logistics tho since it would probably need to be post-route, a little therapized him for it to even be considered doable cause pre-route him would jump off a bridge if he saw that many people wanting to talk to him

[moldisgoodforyou]

Charlie gets super drunk on a girls night out and JJ has to pick her up early and she’s all lovey and drunk in the front seat??! Would love either smut or fluff.. whatever ur feeling!

I missed these fools :’)

warning: mentions of sex, cursing. wordcount: 1.5k

gif source: @anakin-skywalker (also this is the expression he gives her several times throughout this fic)

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After five unreadable texts and three unanswered calls late in the night, JJ decided it was time to pick Charlie up from the bars. She had been out on her sorority’s bar crawl all day and was tipsy by noon, drunk by three, probably recovered for a couple hours then went right back to drinking after dinner. He didn’t even bother trying to call her again before he pulled up to the bar, car parked haphazardly by the curb. After flashing his ID to the bouncer and strolling in, it didn’t take long for him to find Charlie and her sorority, loud as hell in the corner. 

JJ came up behind her and slid both arms around her waist - a mistake. 

She immediately elbowed him in the stomach, whirling around with her drink in hand, then recognized what she did a moment too late. “JJ, oh my god, hello! Shit, sorry, I thought you were some creep.” He let out a groan and shook his head, laughing. “No, just your boyfriend coming to pick you up. You gotta go home.” 

“No, no, stay. I’m having fun. I’m like, practically sober.” 

Her slurring said otherwise and he smirked, taking her cup and downing the rest of it. “No you are not. C’mon, Walker, say goodbye.” 

“Noooo.” She whined, but welcomed his arm around her shoulders, leaning into him for stability. “I haven’t had enough yet.” 

He raised his eyebrows and counted the tally marks down her arm for every shot she’d had, adding it up to twelve. “You said your goal was eight for today, right?” 

“Yeah, exactly.” Charlie looked at her arm, counting out loud with her brows knit together. “One, two, three...um, five, six, seven. Eight?” 

JJ laughed and tucked his arm around her waist instead. “You beat your goal, I’m proud of you. Can I take you home?” 

She smirked and leaned close, her lips sloppily brushing his ear. “What are you gonna do to me when we’re home?” 

“Oookay.” He shook his head and started walking. “Let’s go, pretty girl.” 

“You’re so demanding.” She complained, but didn’t resist as she walked with him out to his car, only stumbling a couple times. After a moment, her eyes lit up. “Is that what we’ll do when we’re home?” 

“You’re going to bed when we’re home, is what’s happening.” He admonished, wondering when he got to be so responsible that he was the one taking care of someone else that was drunk. (Then he remembered he loved this girl like hell, and it was worth it ten times over.) It took a few moments of wrestling to get her into the car and he winced when she bumped her head on the door, quickly soothing his hand over her head. 

“Maybank, ouch!” She whined, rubbing her head. 

“M’sorry, Charlie, you gotta cooperate.” He leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her temple, knowing she’d forget about it in two seconds. 

“I think I want to be on top tonight.” She mused and he just looked at her, cocking his head. “That is not happening tonight.” 

“Uh huh, sure.” She nodded and he laughed, carefully shutting her in and getting in on the driver’s side. To her credit, Charlie stayed quiet for a solid two minutes until she leaned over, toying with his hair. “Hey.” 

“Hey.” He responded, leaning into her touch like he always did. “Are you chilled out now?” 

“Have you ever had road head?” 

JJ had never been so thankful to be at a red light and whipped his head around to look at her, his eyes wide as saucers. “Charlie, what the fuck?” 

“Oh, okay, so you haven’t?” She sat back in her chair, casual as ever. “I’ve never given it, but I always thought it might be fun. I don’t think you could handle it though, we’d prob’ly get in a wreck, you know?” 

“I - uh - yes, probably.” He was jolted out of his temporary daydream as the car honked behind him, making him concentrate on the road again. “Drunk words are sober thoughts, right? I’m not making that phrase up?” 

“No sir.” She leaned over, sliding her hand up his thigh, and he tensed and nudged it away. “Hands to yourself, Walker.” 

“When we get married, are you gonna call me Walker still? Or Maybank?” 

“Um.” JJ glanced over at her, tilting his head again. “I honestly haven’t thought that far ahead. Do you have a preference?” 

She pouted, furrowing her brow. “You haven’t thought ‘bout us getting married?” 

“No, no, I have, I have. Just not about your nickname.” He grinned and reached over, tugging gently on the end of her hair. She moaned, all breathy, and he immediately let go, laughing. “Charlie, please, we’re so close to home. Keep it in your pants.” 

“You’re no fun.” She complained, scowling, and rested her head against the window. 

“I can be plenty fun.” 

“You’re plenty lame right now.” Charlie closed her eyes and pressed her cheek against the cool window, tempting sleep. 

“Am not.” He glanced over again and squeezed her thigh. “Hey, hey, no sleeping yet. I have to get your makeup off or you’ll kill me tomorrow morning.”  

She sighed dramatically, lifting her head from the window and leaned toward him. “Not sleepin’.” 

“Sure you’re not.” A few moments later, he was pulling into her driveway and gently got her out of the car, easily taking her into his arms. She squirmed for a moment, but he only tightened his hold. 

“Come on, I can walk. I’m twelve thousand percent sober.” She grumbled, but leaned her head against his chest anyways. JJ laughed and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “That’s what you said last time, and you ended up with a bruised butt. Just let me take care of you.” 

“Fine, fine.” She murmured, clutching onto his shirt when he tried not to jostle her as they went upstairs. He carefully set her on the bathroom counter, then rifled through her drawers. “Where’s your makeup thingies?” 

“Huh?” 

“For taking it off. The cloths?” He shut the last drawer, then spotted it on the countertop just behind her. “Ah! Here we go.” JJ pulled one out and handed it to her expectantly. “Go ahead.” 

“You do it.” She protested, pushing it back into his hands. 

He resisted rolling his eyes, because as adorable as she was when she was drunk, she was also a fucking pain. “Okay. Close your eyes.” 

She did and he began swiping over her face, roughly, until she cried out. “Gentle, gentle! You’re gonna give me wrinkles.” 

“Fuck - okay!” He startled. “I thought I hurt you there for a second, jeez. Stay still.” JJ held her chin steady with his free hand, wiping off her makeup a lot more carefully now. Once he finally finished, and she convinced him into putting a serum and moisturizer on her, he helped her off the counter. She’d sobered up some, but not nearly enough, and leaned on him heavily as they brushed their teeth side by side. 

“JJ?” 

“Yeah, pretty girl?” 

She yawned, her head dropping to his chest. “Can we still try the road head thing sometime? Will you remember for me?” 

“Oh my god.” He placed both hands on her shoulders and steered her into her bedroom, making her take a seat while he pulled out pajamas for her (just an oversized shirt of his and tiny sleepshorts that drove him crazy most mornings). “I sure as hell won’t forget that you said that, no.” 

“Good.” She nodded, satisfied, and let him tug off her jeans and pull her shirt over her head without protest. He groaned when he saw his favorite bra of hers and gave her a quick kiss, not letting himself (or her) go any further. “You had to wear that today, really?” 

“Laundry day.” She shrugged, a hint of a smirk on her lips. 

“Tease.” He responded, ghosting his fingers along her sides to make her squeal as he unclipped the bra and pulled on his (okay, by this point it was hers) shirt over her head. 

“I would never.” She grinned up at him and pulled him down to her, both hands on the side of his face as she kissed him long and slow. He gave into her touch for a moment, then was brought back to reality when she teasingly bit his bottom lip and he groaned against hers. “Charlie.” 

“JJ.” 

He pulled away reluctantly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Promise to stay here if I go grab you water?” 

“Swear on my life.” She told him sincerely. He nodded, not believing her for a second, but hurried downstairs to fill up a glass of water for her, grabbing a couple ibuprofen pills too. 

By the time he made it back up, she was knocked out with the covers halfway over her, mouth parted adorably as she slept - just as he expected. Carefully, JJ turned out the lights and tucked in behind her, pulling the covers over her properly. She grumbled a little at the movement but curled into him, extra cuddly as always. 

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[cherrysha]

May I please ask for a meleoron x female reader?

Girl this took on a life of its own kjfajfda but here ya go

A/N: My rules have been updated since writing this and I DO NOT answer requests from ageless blogs. (Also my writing style has definitely changed, but I still think this is worth posting again)

Summary: Meleoron heads back to NGL in hopes to recover some of his memories. What he finds instead is something unexpected.

Word Count: 2.5k

My requests are open atm

Warnings: Some angst even tho i said id give yall sum fluff i guess i lied

 “I wish you wouldn’t go out there y/n.” and it’s followed by the same speech she gives you every time. What will people think about you? You always come back so filthy, like a little boy playing in the dirt for the first time. Do you want the miller’s son to see you as a little boy?

“Mom” you sigh, offering her a sideways glance “I’m just collecting berries”

Before you can even get the excuse out she’s shaking her head in disbelief “Don’t use that line y/n. you don’t need to be out all day to harvest berries. And you never come back with that many anyway.” she grumbles as you pinch the bridge of your nose. Leaning yourself against the door frame you try to stave off the headache she was giving you. “It’s because I eat them all before I can get back.”

She gives an exasperated wave of her hands, clearly saving it for another day. It was obvious that she was already exhausted with you.

“Just be back before it gets dark” she turns, focusing her attention back on the patch being sewn into one of her dresses.

You finally escape before she can continue the argument.

-

It started as a means escape the noise of the village. There was always people out, shouting about god knows what as they hurried about their days. Sometimes it was just overwhelming. 

Surprisingly, you had found this spot while hunting for berries. A tree stood a little off the muddy path you took with a stream located in front of it. The sound of running water was soothing, and the area provided excellent shade from the scorching heat that made clothing stick to you like glue. Naturally, you started reading there, and writing, and knitting. It was easier to focus in a place so calm.

But a few weeks ago you’d noticed it. Hairs prickling on the back of your neck, a brush rustling on it’s own here and there, sometimes you could even smell the lingering scent of cigarette smoke. As days passed, you came to the conclusion that someone was watching you.

If you were being honest, Their presence wasn’t altogether unpleasant, so you usually paid it no mind. Boys in the village were always like this. Too afraid to make the first move so they just watched from a distance until you noticed them. Quite frankly, it was embarrassing to deal with. The thought alone was enough to make you cringe away from the situation. 

Today when you heard the telltale rustle of a bush across the creek, you finally gathered enough energy to speak up.

“You know” you say blindly to the air around you, hoping the feeling in your gut was more than just a hunch.

“You don’t have to hide every time I come out here.”

It’s quiet for a moment before he replies.

“Maybe that’s not for you to decide.”

You let out a humph, furrowing your brow in frustration. That response wasn’t what you were expecting at all. Boys in the village were usually so quick to make excuses as to why they were following you.

“And why not?”

“Maybe I don’t want to be seen.”

“Fine.” You relent. “But then why do you keep following me around?”

It’s quiet as he thinks on the question he has no answer for.

“Well,” you interrupt “if you’re gunna be out here watching me can we at least have a conversation?”

He lets out a noise as if it’s something he has to give much thought to.

“I’ll think about it.”

You weren’t expecting that either.

-

Weeks pass as you lose track of time in the summer sun. You make your way there every day and every day he’s waiting for you. So secretive, it took almost a week of constant nagging to learn his name, even when you had offered yours up easily. Meleoron. You didn’t ask, but you’d figured he was an outsider. There wasn’t anyone with a name like that in the village.

“You gunna come out of hiding today Mel?” you call out

He makes his presence known with an audible sigh leaving his parted lips.

“Guess it’s about time I come clean” he says, watching as confusion blooms on your face.

“I’m not actually in the bushes.”

You look around, he sounded close but you still couldn’t figure out where he was exactly. “Where are you then? up in a tree or something?”

And he can’t help but to laugh, shaking his head at you. Sometimes he just couldn’t figure out how you managed to make every situation enjoyable. No matter the atmosphere or tension floating in the air.

“No ... no I’m right in front of you. You just can’t see me.”

He steps closer, unbeknownst to you, and taps the middle of your forehead with a finger.

“Jeez!” you gasp, taking a step back. 

it’s quiet for a moment while you try to process the situation at hand. It didn’t quite make sense, but nothing about this made sense. An invisible man you met with every day who watched you read and kept you company. No, it didn’t make much sense, but did it have to? As long as you were having fun what did it matter?

‘Are you always invisible?” you ask the open air in front of you.

You hear a shuffle and then watch in awe as his feet displace water in the stream.

“Nah” he says nonchalantly “It’s kind of like a switch. I can turn it on and off when I want.”

“Well then why don’t you turn it off so I can see who’s been stalking me for weeks?”

“Stalking?!”

He’s clearly embarrassed by your choice of words but you pay it no mind, moving to sit on the bank next to him. You stick your feet in beside his and lean towards his voice, aiming to nudge against his shoulder and succeeding. 

“What else would you call it Mel?”

He huffs in irritation, using his tail to splash water on your face. The coolness of it wrenches a squeal from your throat as Meleoron laughs at your expense.

“Don’t make it sound like that”

-

 A few weeks later your meetings have become routine. You leave earlier than your mother wakes, avoiding the confrontation you knew was near, and return home every night exhausted, day spent laughing and bickering with your imaginary friend.

Some days you would come home only to eat, sneaking out after everyone was fast asleep. On those days you’d lay next to Mel in a clearing near the creek and teach him the names of all the constellations you know. Centaurus, Ursa Major, Draco. There’s not enough time in the night to teach them all, you tell yourself as you sneak out for the third night in a row. In the morning you’d climb back through your open window and make breakfast before heading out again, making sure to leave a little mess so your mother wouldn’t grow suspicious. After, you’d go to your spot by the creek and he’d always be there. And every time you came back he’d moan about how long you’d been gone.

“You know how boring it is out here? What if I left you in the forest? You wouldn’t like that, huh?” you’d bicker back and forth before falling asleep under the same tree you’d met him at. After a while you even let him hold you. After a while, you started yearning for his warm body next to yours. After a while, he started to yearn for your warmth as well.

You never experienced this type of feeling before. Not with the boy who walked you home every day in school, not with the miller’s son who kissed you in the cornfields, or even the farmer who held you too tight and left hickies on your neck. No, you realized that this was something different. Something indiscriminate without the binding of your soul to match his. Nothing to lace up and look pretty, he wasn’t interested in that. But to be fair, you weren’t quite sure exactly what he was interested in. Was it just your company he was after? Or did he feel the same way you did. The answer was as big of a mystery as he was.

-

“Do you think you could love me?” You whisper to him one night.

The stars are out and you’re lying on what you assume to be his chest. You can feel the movement of his deep breaths, his heart thumping loudly.

“I-I don’t think ... it’s not that simple y/n.”

You feel your throat squeeze tight, lodging the sadness deep within your chest. That’s the answer you were expecting but the sting of it didn’t hurt any less.

“I get it.” You sigh, letting yourself close your eyes to stave off the moisture gathering in them. If you moved from his chest, he would be able to see the emotion you were trying so hard to hold back written clear as day on your face. So you stayed. The last thing you wanted was his pity.

“No, it’s not y- “

“It’s not you it’s me.” You laugh and finally move away. If he kept talking you weren’t sure you’d be able to keep the tears from brimming over and exposing you. It was best to get up while the emotion was still trapped within your chest.

It’s barely audible, but he can still hear it nonetheless “Can’t say I haven’t heard that before”

You reach the creek and dip your feet into the cool water, willing your mind to focus on the current flowing around you.

“Mom says I’m too wild... says I need to spend my time in the village. Being in the woods is very unbecoming of a lady.” And you can’t help the chuckle that leaves your throat. Maybe this man you only ever met in the forest was the same way. You were just some silly wild girl that could serve as a distraction until he grew bored.

“I guess she’s right.”

“I think that came out wrong” He’s scratching his head in thought, but you can’t see that.

“I ... I still want to be near you, but I just can’t- “

“Show yourself. Right.”

He comes over, seating himself next to you as you watch the current move around his legs.

“I just need some time. Can you give that to me y/n?”

He says it as if you hadn’t spent the past few months in each others company and the idea that it was meaningless to him makes the knot in your throat just a little bit tighter. He pulls you close and you can feel his breath fan across your face. He was always just so so close. So out of reach. And you loved him all the same.

“I can do that.” You relent. A beat passes before the emotion clears from your voice and you find your fire again.

“But if someone asks me out I’m giving them a chance! Don’t think I’m giving in so easily!”

“Yah! I get it!” He scoffs, splashing water in your direction.

He can see it clear as day even in the dark. You weren’t over it, but you were trying for him. All that mattered was that he had more time with you before this blew up in his face.

Leaning back, you let out a sigh. Maybe you asked too soon, maybe he didn’t like you at all. Maybe, maybe, maybe. You couldn’t let doubt ruin your night before it even began. Standing up, you left those thoughts behind and waded deeper into the clear water.

“The stones in the middle are the smoothest since the current is strongest there.” you dip your hand in and pull one out.

“They’re the best for skipping.”

He scoffs, “You wanna skip stones right now?”

Hands come to your hips as you level a glare in the direction of his voice.

“Yeah? And what about it?”

You can’t see it, but you know it’s there, the smile he keeps just for you.

“Don’t you think it’s a little too dark to be skipping stones? How can you even see where it hits the water?”

It gets quiet for a moment, arms dropping to your side as you lower your gaze to the rock in your hand.

“I know better than anyone that seeing it doesn’t matter.”

He gets up and slowly approaches to stand behind you, arms wrapping around your body as he pulls you close.

“Ah...then what does matter?” He whispers into the skin of your neck.

“What you hear... What you feel in the moment when it slides of out your hand. You don’t have to see it to know how many times it’s skipped.”

You look down, wishing desperately that you could see his arms around you, but knowing better than to get upset again.

“You don’t want to wait until morning?” He says softly.

With a shake of your head you reply

“No, it’s important to have fun while you can... Seeing it is nice and all but I can always do that later. There’s no need to deny myself the fun of it now.”

He presses a soft kiss to the back of your head, laying his own against it.

“I’m glad you understand.”

You both stay like that for quite some time. His arms around you and head resting against yours as you stare at the moon in front. It’s peaceful for a moment, and you let yourself bask in it. Maybe you did let fear get the best of you, but right now he was something tangible. You could feel his weight against you, hear the steady breaths he took, and you could hold tight against the arm around your waist. This could be enough.

The moment passes and you finally decide to enjoy your night, keeping your doubt pushed to the furthest corner of your mind.

“Hey!” You bark, startling the man behind you.

“You keep distracting me!” He can’t help but laugh. With little effort you were able to lift his spirits again.

He tightens his grip on you and, in one smooth motion, hoists you over his shoulder.

“Okay princess,” he laughs “let’s go find you some still water to throw your little stones then, huh?”

With a smile you wrap your arms around his body.

“Yeah and stop distracting me while you’re at it. I have important business to do!”

“Important business?” He scoffs “throwing rocks in the middle of the night is important business?”

“Yeah!” You shout, grin widening at the laugh you feel reverberate through his very core.

“Alright then... Well let’s get to it.”

The emotion he brought out of you was enough to make your chest ache at times, and tonight was no exception. What did it matter if you couldn’t see what he looked like? You felt his presence, his touch, his affection. And that was enough. If you had to, you’d wait forever for him.

[seijorhi]

Ask game - fic faves

Like Nobody Else fucks me UPPPPP, dude! I think about it every day

My whorishness IwaOi is strong with that one lol

Blindsided and Breaking Point are definitely the best in my opinion

Then again, I may me biased because of the twins

I mean... the twins (and inarizaki as a whole) are pretty hot so... 👀

All the manager and soulmate fics 💕💕💕💕

Very specific I love it

FINAL GIRL!!!!

Ahh thank you!

Fav story of yours... that’s tough bc literally everything you write is my fav lol! Ummm if I had to pick (a couple lol) id go with Et Tu, the slasher BoAkaKuro, the UshiTen soulmate AU... ummm all of the Team x Manager things, all the Atsumu and/or Osamu things, all the Seijoh things... jeez, like just so many things. I love the poly/multi things the best tho bc like... that’s the dream lol. Just gimme the whole cast haha!

So like... all my poly fics? 😂😂😂 haha I’m glad you like em

My favourite fanfic of yours is Blindsided. It made me have a second glance at Kita and now he's my best haikyuu boy. Also, the tension was on point. It felt so real that for a second I forgot that I was just reading a story.

Ahh I’m in love with inarizaki sm 😭 I rlly need to write more Kita 😩

Final girl, or pretty much all of your spooktober fics but final girl is my fav. Just... i love unhinged men

Buddy me too (also I think you’re gonna like what’s coming soon 👀)

im pretty sure I’ve read all of your fics at least twice, but I ALWAYS find myself rereading Good Girl and Bully. There’s just something so enticing about hopelessly in love and desperate Oikawa. The way he’ll do anything to make you his, including hurt the woman he loves. After all, the ends justifies the means 🐦

I’m always soft for good girl because it was my first haikyuu fic 🥺 but yeah, honestly it’s why Oikawa is one of my fave yanderes to write about

My all time favourite fic (in a sense that at the very least I read them twice a day everyday without fail) is your poly soulmate AUs. Outrunning Fate? Yummyyy Like Nobody Else? Very delish Breaking Point? *chef’s kiss* Suffice to say I’m a whore for delusional boys and I really can’t wait to add to my daily prescription your upcoming Oikawa soulmate AU 😍😍😍 (no pressure tho Rhi, pls write at your own pace 🥰🥰) - @pamdamonyum

I have to admit I never really expected the soulmate thing to take off like it did, but I’m v glad you guys like em so much 🥺🥺🥺

Writing has been v slow this week so you might have to wait a little longer for the next soulmate fic but hopefully it’ll be worth it 💕 but thank you bby!! Ily!!

[iainwrites]

Last Call At Oblivion

Not all crossovers have to happen because of some world ending event.  Not everything has to deal with cases of mistaken identity that have to be resolved with fights only for the parties to learn about a bigger threat.  They don’t have to deal with bad blood or weird tensions or one upmanship (although, that can be fun).  Sometimes, all it has to be are a group of colleagues getting together on a Friday night after yet another week of heroing and shooting the breeze.  I drop links throughout to older pieces I’ve written that all get tied together.  Like this.

“So I says to him, I says, ‘Look, you crab walking Nazi ass clown.  You get one warning, then you get to choose: Doomy or a gun.’”

The blue demon next to the red devil nods his head knowingly, drains his mug.  “What is it with the Nazi’s and the weird demons they summon?  No offense.”

The red devil waves away the comment with a large, stony hand, as though it’s not worth mentioning.  “I don’t know, man. They must drag the bottom of the Pit for the winners I deal with.  I mean, come on!  A Nazi summoning a demon these days?  How stupid would the thing have to be to think, ‘Hey!  That’s a horse I can back!  These guys have a great winning streak!’”  The red demon takes a long drag from the log sized stogie nestled in his stony hand.  “I’ve been meaning to ask you something.  That pig sticker you carry around.  Is that…”

“Big Red!  They still let you walk around with those muttonchops?”

The red devil slowly spins around on his bar stool, hooves carving grooves into the floor, looking for whichever poor, dumb schmuck was drunk enough to insult one of the more notorious patrons of the Oblivion Bar.  He finds him, standing head and shoulders over everyone else in the bar, almost able to look the 7” behemoth square in the eye.  And in spite of himself, Hellboy smiles.

“Stretch!  Last I heard, they were keeping you locked up underground!” The two giants lake long strides across the bar floor, passing a magician in fishnet stockings, a talking chimpanzee holding court, and a man dressed in tatters that seem to have a life of their own.  Meeting in the middle, they grab each other’s hand (the more normal sized one from Hellboy) and bring each other into a back slapping embrace.

“Jeez, big guy.  Easy on the back.  I’m pushing half a century here,” Harry Dresden cracks, the scar around his eye crinkling as he mock stumbles and grins.

“Half century?  Pssh.  Come talk to me in another couple decades, then you might be on my level.”  The red demon jerks his head over to a corner of the bar, already roped off with a table and a wide array of chairs, stools and stumps surrounding it.  The two make their way over, easily giving the other hell, the way familiar drinking buddies might.

Using his height, Harry uses the walk across the bar to try and spot any of his expected party.  “First one, then?”

“Heh.  For once,” Hellboy says.  “Time zones, Stretch.  And I had a look at your guest list.  Think they might have gotten tied up with business?”

Dresden scratches at a beard that’s obviously still unfamiliar to him.  “Time zones, my well toned ass.  The whole world is going wacky.”  The magician in the fishnet stockings overhears this particular comment, looks over, judges and gives an approving smile at him.  He smiles ruefully back, saying, “Sorry, Z.  I am now officially off the market.  This ass belongs to one woman, and I think she’d kick it up around my ears if she heard I was seen flirting with other pretty ladies.”

From one of the many doors that seemed to move around the room, a woman who is nondescript compared to the other patrons walks through and takes a measured read of the place before noticing Dresden.  Raising a hand in greeting, she calls over her shoulder to the young man standing in the doorway, looking incredibly unsure about this sudden change in his life.  He hurries to keep at her heels, a hand compulsively clicking a pen at record speeds.

“Police Chief Maza,” Harry says warmly.  “Karren wishes she could make it, but…”

“Duty calls, right?” the dark skinned woman replies knowingly.  Despite looking like she’s among the eldest in the room by human standards, nothing about her indicates that age would slow her down in any way.  The faded red leather jacket, the eyes that know and have seen things not dreamt of in Horatio’s philosophies and the ease she waves a drink over from the blue devil at the bar tells everyone present that Elisa Maza, though vanilla human, is one of them. 

“Hey.  Hold on.  Who the hell is Junior?  You can’t just walk a kid like him into Oblivion,” Hellboy growls, stepping into his job as bouncer.  “Look.  Unless you have a real good ID or someone can vouch for you, you’re out, kid.”

“What?  I don’t even know where I am,” the young man chokes out.  The thumb clicking the pen is now a blur.  “I was helping Miss Maza with a monster problem back home, she said she had an appointment and I followed her and… Is that a talking monkey?”

“Chimp.  Talking chimp.  He gets touchy about that.  And he’s probably smarter than you, kid.  Stay focused.  Do you have an ID or can anybody here vouch for you?”

The young man’s green eyes search helplessly around the crowd, trying to look for anyone that could be in any way, shape or form be familiar to him.  “I don’t know!  I’ve never been here before!  How would I know anyone if I’ve never been somewhere before?”

A dark haired, purple eyed man leans back from his table at the noise to glance over, and nearly chokes on his drink, which is no small trick for those who know him.  Standing up, he calls out in a strong voice, “I can vouch for the young man.  Any Atlantean will.  I swear this in the name of the King.”

Hellboy swings his gaze between the two, sizing up the smaller while apparently weighing the words of the other man in his head.  “The King, huh?  You sure about that, Garth?  The kid gets in any trouble, you ready to foot the bill?”

“Trust me: I’d rather deal with you than his father if he finds out I didn’t help him.”

Nodding his craggy jaw, the big devil says, “Okay.”  Looking to the young man, he gives a quick tip of his head.  “You heard him, Junior.  Garth is vouching for you.  Now go thank the nice storm caller.”

Nodding frantically, the young man beelines over to his surprise advocate while Dresden and Maza catch up.

“How’s the family?” he asks, keeping an eye on the shifting doors of the room.

“Oh, you know.  Lex’s been talking with Staghart and we’re all waiting for the news.  Angela’s brood has everyone on their toes.  The usual,”  Elisa says with a small smile.  She straightens her hair from out of her collar, giving Harry a quick glance at a ring.

“The usual.  Yeah.  The big guy looking after the kids tonight?”

The smile gets a little wider as her eyes crinkle.  “He’s been getting all huffy about ‘my duties and responsibilities as both a parent and one responsible for the wellbeing of her people.’  Said I needed a night off, so he’d take the little ones out.  How about yours?”

Harry’s eyes go unfocused for a moment, while his mind ends up somewhere other than Oblivion.  “She’s good.  They’re both good.  I think I’m finally getting this ‘Dad’ thing figured out.  It’s… You know how our regular lives are tough?  I can’t count the number of times I end up freaking out about whether we should go to the zoo or the drive-in or for a walk in the park.”

“Yeah,” replies Elisa with a similar unfocused look in her eyes.  “But you love every minute of it.”

“And wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world when they smile and the world is suddenly right.”  The tall man and the shorter woman exchange a glance and a smile that says that nothing else needs to be said on the matter.

A man and a woman step through one of the doors of the bar, the two of them all but dwarfed by the other occupants.  The woman is blonde, small in stature and cute in a mature way; like the aunt who was once head cheerleader.  The man is only slightly taller than her, with jet black hair that looks like it resists any attempt at control, half-moon glasses and a robe over business clothes.  Catching sight of the towering Dresden, he taps the elbow of the woman, points at the looming landmark that is their friend and motions that he’s heading for the bar.  She makes her way through the crowd with a wolf’s grace and confidence, never appearing concerned about the people and things around her, but always aware of them.

“Hey, Other Harry,” the short woman says.

“Hey, Only Buffy,” Dresden replies.  “How’s the weather in ‘Frisco?”

Squeezing Elisa’s arm in greeting, Buffy rolls her eyes.  “Raining hard when I left, but that doesn’t mean anything.  Not like we’re going outside to enjoy the sunshine these days.”

Hellboy, catching the sudden looks of concern from the group and anticipating the question, just says, “Magic barrier keeps anything unwanted out.  We had some group of morons try to catch us with a Black Plague bomb a few years back, so the best and brightest hooked us up.”

Buffy waves back to the talking chimpanzee while uttering a small and simple, “Huh.  Black Plague bomb.  Sounds like something I would have run into in my wild and crazy days.”

“I got robots, lasers and genocidal Gargoyles,” Elsa says.  “Oh.  And half human/half animal or robot people.  The Pack was a pain.”

“Tell me about it,” Dresden mutters as he waves them towards the table.  “No word from Atticus or Verus?”

Buffy rests her hands on the back of one of the chairs and lifts it, like she’s interested to see how heavy it is.  “Potter says Verus has been off the grid for the better part of the year.  And our Council last heard that Atticus was doing some soul searching in Tasmania.  Oh,” she says off handedly to Elsa, “and Bluestone said he’d stay in town for another couple of weeks.”

“Tell him to either drive back or get Alex to make a portal.  If I hear he got on a plane and flew this thing to the castle, I’ll make Bronx sit on him.”

“I’ll see if Willow can witchy something up for him.”

The young man separates himself from Garth and his drinking companions with a hurried “Thanks” and a lot of bowing.  The dark haired man with glasses carefully navigates his way through the crowd carrying a tray filled with glasses, bottles and pitchers.  Dresden, Maza, and Buffy all find a spot at their saved table and cheer when the dark haired man lowers the tray without spilling or dropping a thing.

“Potter, for a guy who doesn’t drink, you do that too damn well,” Buffy jokes, grabbing a glass full of water and putting it in front of the young man.

The dark haired man smiles and says in a quiet voice with a cultured London accent, “You get experience as a parent.  And as an uncle to a small horde.”

Reaching out for a bottle, Dresden asks, “And how is the whole Potter/Weasley/Granger/E-I-E-I-O clan these days?”

“Well, there was the whole ‘son might go over to the Dark side’ worry a few years back, but Albus is getting along fine.  James is in his fifth year and Lily and Hugo are almost finished her first.  Rose is constantly reminding the professors that’s she Hermione’s daughter, and has started taking after her uncle, may the Hallows protect us all,” Potter starts.  He catches himself, and looks to Dresden.  “Were you asking about the ENTIRE clan, because we could be here a while.”

“You’re good,” the taller man answers easily.  “I hear through the Council grapevine how the rest of the family is, but McGonagall is pretty tightlipped about her students, even with former professors.”

Buffy stares at him before shaking her head.  “I can’t believe they actually allowed you to teach kids at an actual school.”

“You and me both,” Dresden replies, raising his drink in salute.

The conversations continue in the vein of catching up on personal history before veering into what life is like in their corner of the magical world.

“I don’t think I ever apologized for wiping out an entire species of vampires, did I?” Dresden asks of Buffy.  “That’s like losing the whole point of your career.”

“I think I can forgive you for destroying an entire group of blood sucking monsters,” she admits with a steely look in her eye, but a half grin across her face.  “Didn’t slow down the rest of the world that much.  And we’re good about the weekend where we accidentally erased magic, right?”

Potter waves the question away without even a thought.  “Didn’t even notice that.  Like it happened in a completely different universe entirely.”

“And I,” Elisa starts, getting the attention of everyone around her, “have nothing to apologize for because we know better than messing around with fundamental aspects of reality.”

Percy blinks, then looks around at the unassuming people sitting at the table.  “Who ARE you people?”

Buffy raises her hand and says, “The Slayer.”

Dresden and Potter raise theirs in unison and say, “Wizard.”

Elisa puts a hand up as though to protect herself from the question and says, “Hey.  I’m just a normal, everyday human.”

“That happens to be the head of a special magical taskforce,” Buffy adds as though it’s no big deal.  “Oh yeah.  And is married to a Gargoyle and has two, wait, three otherwise impossible children that may or may not be chosen by destiny.  You know.  The normal, everyday human way.”

Percy’s eyes go wider looking around the table and seeing these people in a new light.  Potter nods at him.  “What about you, Mr. Jackson?  You walked into Oblivion and don’t seem that uncomfortable with what you’ve seen.  You must have a story.”

“Yeah.  Just don’t start it off with ‘I’ve saved the world on a yearly basis.’  That way lies a hurting bank account,” says Dresden behind his mug.

Percy takes a moment in silence to think, before saying a bit hesitantly, “Well.  I’m a demi-god and Poseidon is my dad?”

The silence around the table and the tables around them is absolute, until Garth calls out, “Told you he’s good for it!”  A lot of attention is suddenly on Percy from a number of the patrons, while he’s granted a new standing thanks to this not-so-minor reveal.

Potter leans over and pats Percy on the shoulder good naturedly.  “As the sitting chairman for Adolescent Heroes Who Have Seen Things, I advise you to lead in with that one next time.”

“Did…” Dresden tries to sputter out.  “Did Potter just try to make a joke?”

“Mr. Dresden,” Potter says.  “I’m afraid to tell you that you do not have a monopoly on witty or sarcastic observations.  You are just one mouthy American among many.”

The table just stares at him, each person trying their best to decide whether Potter has finally shown a sense of humor or if there’s actual malice in his words.  The twinkle in his green eyes gives him away, though.

Buffy squints at Potter, a small grin starting to make its way across her face.  “That had better not be a crack at me, mini-Giles.  Because them’s fighting words.”

“Unless you’re a mouthy American who thinks she’s witty.”

“Witty.  Me.  Have you ever heard me talk in a fight?” Buffy asks rhetorically.  “It’s like I’m channeling Spider-man.  The second one.  The skateboarder.”

Blinking furiously, Dresden stares at Buffy.  “Marry me?”

“Pass.  I already did the ‘brooding towering man with a dark past’ thing.”  The statement catches up to her brain just as it leaves her lips.  “Not that there’s anything wrong with that.  Or you.  I’m sure Karrin thinks that’s a great quality.  Elisa?”  Buffy turns almost pleadingly to the older woman.

Raising her banded hand as a buffer to the plea, Elisa just says, “I’m a quiet, conserved American.  These grey hairs show that I’m smart enough to not get myself into anything I don’t have to.”

Switching his gaze between each person at the table, Percy Jackson tries in vain to keep up with the conversation and the speed at which compliments, friendly insults and in-jokes fly.  Trying to shake off any hesitation, he jumps right into the middle of it with typical teenage bravado, “I once told Tantalus to go chase a cheeseburger.”

Once again, Percy’s words stop the conversation cold.  It’s immediately restarted when Dresden coughs, snorts and tries to rein in the laughter that promises to erupt.  He manages to hold it in for a few seconds before the tears start to well up.  “Tantalus… a cheeseburger?  No.  You…”  The giggles start, which break down any barriers he had hoped to put up.  Dresden simply puts his forehead down on the table and laughs at the absurdity of the statement and the  pride he feels for the young man he barely knows.

“Alright,” Elisa says with a smile on her face.  “That’s one point for the new kid.  We all know how the game goes.”

Potter grins and rubs at his forehead at an old scar.  “I once killed a basilisk with a magical sword.”

Buffy leans back in her chair and shrugs.  “That’s neat.  I once shot an ancient demon with a rocket launcher.”

From his bowed position, all the table hears from Dresden is, “A cheeseburger!” before dissolving into another fit of giggles.

“Alright.  Guess I have to teach you kids a thing or two.” Elisa rests her arms on the table and leans in.  “So I was on a boat with my future husband, his daughter and their dog…”

[fleetingfigures]

Superhero/villain :3

(This is mostly a spin off of a near future Yakuza AU I was imagining with a few friends, and as such I’ll use the picrew I used for that for this as well!)

“PENTAKILL!” 

“Ace!”

The incessant sound of a mechanical keyboard fills the small studio apartment, as the flashing displays from a multi-monitor setup illuminate a singular hunched figure in front of it all. A Miqo’te, no older than his mid twenties sits, or rather perches upon an elaborate office chair, typing away at inhuman speeds as his eyes dart to and fro, focused on the game at hand. He reaches over, grabbing hold of a now room temperature crêpe and takes furtive bite out of it, his eyes still glued on the monitors before him. And this is how most nights proceeded for this Miqo’te -  wherein he sits for hours, stuffing his face with all manner of snacks, plays a few games, then heads to bed. Though, tonight is not his usual night as, before the match he’s in can reach its natural end, his whole desk vibrates as his phone lights up. The man is tempted to just shut off the phone, and go back to his game, but, seeing the caller ID, he supposes he has to pick up. Typing a “brb” in chat, the Miqo’te grabs the phone, and flips it around in his hand before pressing the accept call button. 

“Yello?” The Miqo’te answers lazily, going to wedge the phone between his shoulder and ear to free up his hands. 

Loud breathing is the only thing that greets his question, accompanied soon after by the keen sound of gunshots and the dull thud of distant, yet hurried footsteps. Things seem to die down for just a bit as a gruff voice breaks the silence. “Sae. You have some Fucking explaining to do. You told me no one was going to be at the Garlean Warehouse by Pier 5, and yet what do I found except an armed squadron of their best guards!”

The Keeper rolls his eyes, moving the phone away from his mouth as he abandons his game mid-match. After closing its tab, he pulls up a non-descript program, displaying its two main windows upon the monitors before him. There he can see the man on call with him currently, a Midlander who, besides the wild mop of hair upon his head, which is probably due to the mad sprint he had to perform to not get shot, seems rather pedestrian. On the other window, he can spy the Garlean guards he had mentioned, armed to the teeth in their finest magitek assault rifles as they fanned out to scan the area. He takes another bite of his crêpe before he finally addresses his caller. “Well, seems someone didn’t ask for enough details.”

“Gods… Is now really the time to reprimand me on such a thing, Sae?!”

“Well, yes, considering we’re only bound by the cash you paid me, and the limited info I gave you was well worth the pitiful sum you provided.”

“Just, ok look… I’ll double your payment, alright? Just divert their attention somehow, you’re the fanciful hacker here.”

“Finneeeee, just give me a minute, alright? I’ve gotta get around a few of their security systems, kay?” 

“Make it quick.”

Sae begins to type quickly again, as he pulls up a third tab, and types into the minimalist chat box that greets him. 

Sae: “> Hey, saw a strange thing on watch. Seems someone’s lurking around your warehouse. Told ya that hiring a squad tonight was gonna be a good idea.”

Soon after hitting send, the Miqo’te gets a response back.

R.V.H “> Seems you aren’t insane after all, Sae. I assume the squad is handling the intruder as we speak, yes?”

Sae: “> Not quite. Seems the dude’s pretty good at evading them, and he’s got your canister in his hands. I could try my hand at stopping him directly, but that’d require me to gain full access into your systems, and maybe a little extra cash too.”

R.V.H “> Damnit. Are you sure they can’t restrain him without your aid?”

Sae: “> Yup. Pretty certain. The dude’s holed up in a room and is gonna slink away into the night if I don’t lock that grate above his head.”

R.V.H: “Fine. I’ll send the system’s master code, as well as an extra sum of cash.”

Sae: “> Thnx. And how much is that extra sum?”

R.V.H “500k gil, in addition to the 2 mil I’ve already given to you.”

Saerno begins to type even faster as he brings the phone back to his ear. 

“Hey bud, still there? You didn’t get shot yet, right? I’ve just gotten through the secruity’s, well, security. Seems you’re at a dead end, but that grate right above you might prove useful.”

The Hyur on the other end breathes a sigh of relief. “Oh thank fuck. Seems you’re not as useless as I thought you were, Sae.”

“Hey, I’m the reason why you even knew about this whole place anyways. No need to be so aggro, jeez…”

The Keeper reclines back in his chair, placing his phone down upon his desk as he finishes the last of his crêpe. Of course tonight of all night’s he had to deal with the stuff he’s been preparing for weeks. Couldn’t they have at least waited till after his match was done? God... He’s gonna have to grind again to get back into his ranked promos. But, he supposes, in some way, that this is a tad better than that cesspool of a ‘fun time’. It’s always so fun setting up two sides and letting things pan out from there; that is, of course, with a little of his tinkering sprinkled here and there. It’s one of the last things that brings him true enjoyment in this shitshow of a world anyways. With everything so orderly under the thumb of Garlean reign, and the Resistance trying to swoop in like knights in shining armor, it’s as if Saerno’s living in one of those stupid fantasy novels he used to like as a kid. It’s all so trite, so predictable, and he’s not going to let the world continue to lose what little flavor it has left. However, Saerno is soon broken out of his reverie as two notifications ping to life upon his phone, both banners indicating payments he’s just received. Smiling to himself, he stretches, and reaches for his phone once again and begins to lazily imitate static noises. 

“Hey -kshh- I think I’m -stssss- Breaking up on you.”

“W-wait what?! What do you mean, Augh goddamnit, it must be th-”

“Call Ended.”

With that, Sae tosses his phone on his bed, and leans forward to inspect his screens once again. Inputting the master code he had just received, the Keeper begins to toy with whatever catches his fancy at the moment. 

“Hmmm, Water boiler? Why not? Gas pipes? Let’s loosen em’ up just a tad, and- Oh! There it is, the canister’s main control panel. How about we just disable all safety protocols and…”

Saerno stands up for a brief moment, wheeling his chair over to the large window of his apartment and sits squarely on it. Reaching downwards, he grabs a bag of chips, honey barbecue of course, and begins to slightly part the curtains. Just then, a brilliant cerulean flame erupts on the horizon, as the shockwave produced by it shakes the very foundation of Saerno’s building. In the darkness of his abode, Saerno claps silently to himself, stopping to much on a few chips every once in awhile.

In this world, there’ll be heroes in capes, and villains in suits, but none of that really strikes too well, you feel? No matter what side they’re on, the life these super-whatevers lead is oh so boring and drab. And that’s why I’m here, to spread a little chaos, and to remind everyone that life isn’t like a picture book, or some trashy romance novel. This life we lead is called reality because it can never be predicted, never be truly under control. Though, I guess you could say that these words I’m spouting are absolute horseshit and I just want to see the world bounce between extremes for my own sick pleasure which, well, isn’t wrong, but can’t a guy enjoy some of the finer things in life? After all, sitting here and eating these chips would be way less interesting if there wasn’t a fireworks display going on in the background.

[cindyfelicia]

Hi, I hope you’re doing well!! I was just wondering if you read comics? If so could you recommend some/ how to start getting into them? I want to start reading them, but it’s so stressful trying to figure out where to start. Also I love you blog!

Hi there! you’re all manners of sweet and kind thank u my advice abt approaching comics is going for solo runs first, this is how I, personally, did it and it’s way easier than jumping in on team books, or worse events bc they tend to be messier and need more bg info and pre-existing knowledge than a comic that focus on just the one character; I also feel it’s good to start with current or at least recent comics, you can always read the old stuff when you’re better acquainted with how comics work and which characters, artists and writers you like (or can tolerate).

actual recs under the cut because this got so long

i was gonna do a whole list of mcu characters’ solos because most people entry point to comics rn is superhero movies, and hmu if you want that, but instead I think I’m gonna rec you some good comics that are either separated enough from main marvel continuity as to be intelligible without extensive info gathering, or I just think they’re great and worth a bit of confusion (part of starting out reading comics is not knowing fully wth is going on sometimes, but stiking with it for some good art or for characters you love -I’m not gonna go so far as to say for good writing bc that’s just not realistic):

if you like yourself some spider-people:- silk (2015) and vol 2 (2016) are my absolute favorites- I’m not very much into spiderman but I read renew your vows  and it’s lovely,  it’s just not a main universe comic it’s an au where things are as, imo, they should be with ye old web slinger, and it’s good for getting your feet wet in the huge pool of spider-man comics;- I love miss jessica drew (spider-woman) but her solo is……. questionable if someone has a good jess drew intro rec pls tell me so I can pass it on, - miles morales has been written badly in more ways than one but I love him so I suffer, I can direct you without scruples only to his novel tho, absolutely lovely and not written by brian michaelbendis lmao- anya corazon is a really good character that marvel loves to forget it has, let’s not make the same mistake;- black widow 2014 and 2016 and bw: the name of the rose are all good comics (I know technically nat isn’t a spider person but like nothing about spider-woman’s powers screams ‘spider’ either so..

for wakanda I’d say good recent start-ups would be: - black panther (2016), - black panther: world of wakanda (w/ a lesbian couple as protag), - and rise of the black panther (ongoing)

some non x-men team books that are easier to approach as a beginner imho:-young avengers vol 2 (vol 1 has its moments if you want to start from the beginning with them but a lot of it involves the civil war arc and stuff.. also some characters die, the art is less good and I want to protect people from 17’s yo cassie lang’s nipples poking through her shirt.. I wish someone had protected me tbh) -I want to rec some Runaways but besides the current run (which is alright) there’s a lot to be said against the writing in most of the rest of them maybe vol 1? to have the origins pinned down-I feel like after a small read through of what exactly the hell was going on with secret wars you could approach A-Force vol 1 and the first half of vol 2 (the second half ties in with civil war II and I’m not touching that mess) and that and avenger world and sometimes secret avengers to me are good avengers books-she hulk 2014 and totally awesome hulk are my greens of choice but if you want an intro to bruce banner idont actually know, sorry-for the asgardians: thor 2014 and it’s follow up mighty thor, thor: god of thunder, angela: asgard’s assassin and its sequel angela: queen of hel, and loki: agent of asgard are my pick of this crop-we also have Fun here at marvel comics on occasion and both patsy walker aka hellcat and squirrel girl are nice in their own way although the latter isn’t really my thing

some follow up on the young avengers:- hawkeye (2013) an absolute fan favorite, good to discover that actually clint barton was a good character it’s that the avengers movies are just bad and hate people with disabilities- a couple of follow-ups to that (x) (x) and the kate bishop solo all pretty nice- america chavez’s solo (I’m just here to suggest gay comics, that’s almost all I read really)

I want to rec Champions to people but frankly it’s just a long series of event interruptions and bullshit interspersed with a couple of nice moments so far, so I’m gonna rec you some kids that are in the champions and have solos I haven’t already mentioned:- kamala khan’s book is probably my favorite ongoing series at marvel right now about any non-mutant char, I cannot say enough good about it,- nova is nice,- miles morales (spider-man) and amadeuscho (totally awesome hulk) are also there but I’ve already mentioned themalso in this house we love and respect elektranatchiosand any other attitude just isn’t tolerated.

on to the x-men, gotta love those guys, you just gotta:- like I said I prefer to tell people to start from recent comics but with the xmen that’s so difficult? it’s been 10+ bad years for them because of the movie rights situation and just marvel being shit in general, so my one recent team book to approach the x-men is prob x-men ‘92? because its based off of the xm animated series so you don’t have to straightaway deal with some mutant plague, eugenics plots, and other catastrophic events, but you can still get to know more of the char we all love - I want to say generation x vol 2, it’s not a good starting point for anything really but I love it so so much I had to mention it even tho it was cancelled and I’m still angry as hell about it.

the solo situation is better. I’m gonna be able to breathe without tasting my own bile while I type this, hurray!-all new wolverine follows laura kinney as she takes up the mantle from logan-iceman, good solid comic abt coming out and ice puns, who doesn’t like bobby really-jean grey, yes she’s a teen girl in this, yes it’s weird and I hate de-aging characters but it’s nice to see her train with different mutants, struggling with the incoming phoenix force and her adult self’s shadow, not really great entry point to jean grey but id read it anyway-if you were into the 00’s xmen movies like me, or at least a normal person’s amount the phoenix recently returned and with her adult!jean grey, it was a good book for me and good if you want to later start reading the actual phoenix saga (which is a lot of material so starting small with this might help) -I love wandamaximoff and despite what they’ve done to the maximoffs in order to bring them into the mcu (was it worth it for that result btw? really?) her recent book was good and I genuinely loved it -storm’s solo is so good, you’re gonna fall in love with an het ship and you’re not gonna regret it either-rogue and gambit, is ongoing and it’s good to get a little acquainted with these characters but mostly it’s about explorign their relationship

I’m sure I’m forgetting a lot of good x-men content atm but I can’t stop thinking I need to mention that there are ongoing series you could pick up its just.. I hate them.. some started out promising (xmen gold, astonishing xmen), but they’ve not developed in good directions imo, but I still feel they should be mentioned, there’s also a weapon x comic if you want to go for a more bloody kind of book and xmen blue if you like time displaced teens or something? god its bad

jeez this is so so long and guess what? I haven’t even finished yet.. there’s some excellent indie comics out there and with those you really don’t need to worry abt knowing any 30 years old lore or anything you pick them up and they explain themselves like any other normal media out there, I know, be still my heart:

- lumberjanes is my absolute favorite, a little corny, but so much fun and cuteness and if I could go back in time I’d give it to my little bi self so she’d know she’s not alone and anything I feel that ways about has a special place i my heart js

- Motor crush, there really isn’t any other comic book with a black lesbian as protagonist out there that I can think of, good if you’re into motorcycles but if like in my case that threatens to put you to sleep, it also has a sci-fi streak and solid character work, you won’t regret giving it a try

- moonstruck, cute non-white gay werewolves and other mythological creatures are there, I feel this cathers to me specifically every time I open it?? bless

- Hi-Fi fight club or heavy vinyl (they changed the title) if you want a period piece that’s fun and cute and gay (I meant it about me reading only gay comics as you can tell)

- saga, for a space, well ya know.. saga I feel that I can describe it as romeo and juliet in space with added racial commentary except they don’t kill themselves, I have to say not my favorite but you might stick with it for the characters, I sure do

- the wicked + the divine, I feel very much the same about this as I do about saga, only this is mythology based so like.. I sold my soul to it, but please do tread with care there’s a lot of deaths in it and so many of these dead people are gays and/or poc.. I’m none too pleased about it and I’d understand anyone not wanting to pick it up, I mean the deaths are basically in the premises of the books but that doesn’t change the end result..

lastly like I said dc is not my area of expertise but I’ve been following with pleasure both batwoman and green lanterns, and mr miracle was an amazing comic so I thought I’d mention them

[parkerparlour]

Risks - Part 1 - Peter Parker

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Request: Hey :) Can I have an imagine with Peter overhears you rejecting a popular kid for homecoming, saying you have a date but after your friend says something like you're running out of excuses and you say that one guy you were waiting still didn't ask you. Eventually Peter asks you who you're going with and you say you don't have a date so peter realizes its him you're waiting for? please and love you <3  (by @imaginesyes)

Summary: After much contemplation, Peter decides to take the risk to ask you out to homecoming.

Word Count: 2k exactly

A/N: Thanks so much for the request!! I hope it's what you were looking for. <3 Feel free to send in a request or feedback if you'd like!

Peter lingers at his locker, his fingers resting on the cold metal of the door. He has all the books he needs, but he can't swing the door shut yet, not until he hears your answer. He saw Chase coming from a mile away and knew immediately what his intentions were. Oh, he hopes you don't say yes.

"Hey, Y/N," Chase says, leaning on the locker only three to the right of Peter, and directly to the left of yours. "Do you want to go to homecoming with me?" Peter doesn't even have to look to know that Chase is shooting you his signature 700 megawatt smile, only a small part of his popularity at school. Chase isn't the most popular, but he far outranks Peter in the social ladder since he's on the football team and genuinely good looking, which scares Peter that you might be taken before he can get to you.

You laugh gently, the sound like music to Peter's ears despite the situation at hand. "Sorry, Chase, I already have a date. No hard feelings?"

Chase's smile drops slightly, no longer reaching his eyes. "Sure thing, Y/N. Whoever he is must be one lucky guy to have a girl as pretty as you."

You blush at the compliment as Chase steps away from the lockers, walking quickly away from you. Chase runs a hand over his neck, embarrassed but not surprised that you already have date - or so he thinks. You breathe out a sigh of relief, slamming your locker shut with a clang and walking off, glad to have avoided that. Chase is cute, no doubt about it, but he's not the one you want to go with. He's also not the first to ask - try more like the fourth.

Peter finally releases his fingers from the locker door and they ache, he was holding them stiff for so long. His knuckles are bright white and he stretches his right hand to put the blood flow back into them. He's happy you said no, but who are you going with instead? You haven't told him anything even though you sit together with the group at lunch, and he's sure you would have immediately told them all if you had a date.

Suddenly, Peter hears your voice again, down at the end of the hall. He tilts his head, using his advanced senses to try and hear you better. This isn't his first time pinpointing your voice, as yours is one of his favorites to hear. You're talking with Michelle.

"Chase just asked," you say and he can hear something like sadness in your voice.

"What, that's like, the third guy? You're running out of excuses, Y/N," MJ says, genuinely concerned.

"Fourth, actually," you cross your arms, looking down at your feet, "I'm waiting for a specific guy, okay? And he hasn't asked me yet." You bite your lower lip nervously.

Michelle whistles low, "Dang, whoever you like has got you bad." Peter doesn't see it, but you look down at his half-hidden figure in the hallway. Michelle continues, "You know there's only like 4 days until homecoming, right? You're kinda running out of time to wait for this mystery guy."

You sigh when you look back at MJ, "I know, I know. I just… c'mon, MJ, let's go to English, okay?"

Your voices fade as the two of you walk down the hall, disappearing into the doorway of the history classroom. Peter keeps his gaze down the hallway, wondering who it could be that you're waiting for.

Suddenly, the bell rings and he curses in his head. Now he's going to be late for Bio and have to come up with some excuse. He closes the locker and hoists his bag up on his shoulder before turning and walking in the other direction than you and MJ went, towards Mr. K's class.

"How nice of you to join us, Peter," the teacher says as Peter opens the door and all the eyes turn on him.

He winces, "Sorry, Mr. K, won't happen again, I was in the bathroom and didn't hear the bell," and practically bolts to his spot, pulling all his supplies out of his bag to keep himself preoccupied. Mr. K just shakes his head, launching straight back into the lecture as Peter flips his notebook open to where he left off yesterday.

"So, Darwin's theory of evolution…"

The rest of the morning's classes pass in a blur as Peter searches through his mind trying to figure out who you want to go with. You've never really mentioned any other guys… maybe Matt from history? Or Jason from your math class? But you don't talk enough about either of them to really warrant the thoughts of a crush. In fact, Peter knows you could hang out with the popular crowd easily if you want to, but you spend every day with Ned, MJ, and him. Who else could it be? Peter hates how plagued he is by this, but since he likes you, he wants to know if you like him back, and the chances look slim to him.

Lunch rolls around and Peter gathers up the confidence to just outright ask you about it as he works his way through the lunch line. C'mon, Pete, you can do this. Just ask her, what's the worst that will happen? Destroy your friendship? Okay, yeah, that'd be the worst. You packed your own food today so you're nowhere in the line and he can see you laughing with MJ at the usual table, your smile making his heart do a triple flip in his chest. He almost mistypes his ID number when he's trying to pay for his food because he's trying to keep focus on you.

Peter drops down into the spot in front of you, his tray clattering a little louder than he intended and it makes you jump. "O-oh, sorry, Y/N. Didn't mean to scare you." You smile at him but then turn back to MJ, as she's in the middle of telling you a story about something that happened in last period yesterday. So and so was picking a fight with so and so and it got incredibly heated, turning into a huge debate in the classroom over who was right. Michelle was giving an excellent play-by-play, with funny voices and all.

He waits as patiently as he can for you two to wrap up before he asks, practically shoveling his food into his mouth from nerves. Oh, crap, can I do this?? This is so risky. What if she doesn't want to tell me? His knee is bouncing so fast that it'd probably be enough to power an electric generator, not that you can see that under the table. The boy is about to lose his mind and you have no idea.

He swallows his bite when he realizes your conversation has reached a silent point, with MJ looking for something on her phone and you folding up your wrapper of something you just ate. He swallows again, thickly, before looking up at you. He's taking the risk. He's going for it.

"Y/N?" Your eyes look up at his and he almost loses his resolve, but he chokes the question out, "W-who are you going to homecoming with?"

You smile sweetly, your focus fully on Peter now, "No one, why?" You hope you know what question is coming next, please let that come next. Your hands shake under the table where they're in your lap, excitement coursing through you.

Peter's mind switches into overtime, because now this doesn't make sense. You said you had a date earlier. Why would you lie to Chase but not him? Unless… the guy you were waiting for… oh. OH! It suddenly clicks and he almost can't believe it.

Peter flounders for a second, opening and closing his mouth before he can coherently form what he wants to say. You wait patiently until he says, "Would you like to go with me? To homecoming?"

Your smile widens into a joyous grin, "Yes! I'd love to go with you." He grins back at you, adrenaline coursing through him so quickly that he almost wonders if he's dreaming.

Michelle gasps next to you, "Oh! You like Peter! That actually… makes a lot of sense." She nods approvingly, "I am 100% supportive of this, you two would make a cute couple." She places an authoritative hand on your shoulder and you feel like you just were given approval to date him.

Your cheeks flush hot, "MJ, shush! Jeeze!"

Peter laughs and he can't believe he actually got his chance, and that you actually said yes. You like him. You like him. Knowing this now, it was worth every risk. "I guess I'll have to get a tie."

You still feel hot from MJ's comment, but so happy that he asked and you squeak out, "My dress is blue. Like, Spider-Man's outfit blue."

He blinks, "Oh?" He knows what you said, but he adores the fact that you described it as Spidey blue, despite you not currently knowing that he is the masked hero.

You shrug, "Just in case you wanted to match colors. I know that's kinda corny though, forget I said anything."

All Peter can picture is the idea of the two of you matching, clearly a couple, and his heart trips. He can't imagine how beautiful you'll look, but he knows you will be. "No, no, that's a super cute idea. If you send me a picture of the dress, I'll color match it as best I can, but I'm no artist. You've seen my pieces in Art I, yikes."

You laugh and Peter grins, glad that he was able to illicit that reaction. "Okay! Sure, I'll send it to you right now." You scroll through your phone, finding the pictures you took in the mirror over the weekend and pick the best one to send to him. "Aaaaand, sent," you say with a flourish, setting your phone back on the table.

Peter's phone chimes and he almost drops it from how fast he picks it up, the smooth exterior slippery in his hands. The dress is stunning on you. "It-you look beautiful," he says quietly, not really able to talk loud. It's the perfect dress for your shape, hugging you in all the right places but also being modest for a school dance. He notices the color then, "And you're right, it is Spider-Man blue."

You giggle, "Can you believe that the lady who helped me find it knew exactly what color I wanted? I love the dress, I think it's super pretty."

And I love you wearing it, Peter thinks, saving the image to his camera roll. He's definitely going to show it to May as soon as he gets home. Hopefully she can help him find a tie in the right color, who knows, maybe they already have one.

The lunch bell rings, signaling it's time to return to the usual life of classes, and Peter extends an arm out to you after dumping his tray. "May I walk you to history, my date?"

You laugh at his antics, looping your arm in his, "Of course, my date." You enjoy the closeness of him as you make your way through the halls, moving quickly so neither of you are late. All too soon you have to let go of him, returning to the usual hubub of the class.

Peter waves goodbye as you step into the classroom, grinning at how well today has gone. He's on a high now, nothing, and he means nothing is going to get him down. May's going to lose her mind - she's known how long he's liked you and the both of them are probably going to freak out over how to go about your homecoming.

But one thing's for sure, Peter can't wait for homecoming now that he knows he's going with you.

((Part 2))

[writing-in-riverdale]

twin andrews part 5 | jughead x reader

part one:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158708863703/twin-andrews-juggie-x-reader-an-im-hoping

part two:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158896154168/twin-andrews-part-2-jughead-x-reader

part three:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158929430293/twin-andrews-part-three-jughead-x-reader

part four:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/159002098033/twin-andrews-part-4-jughead-x-reader

part 6: https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/159528549924/twin-andrews-part-6-jughead-x-reader

a/n: i can’t believe you all want part 5!!!!! I’m so stoked that i have such a loving following and i just want to thank you guys for everything. this ones for my day one nuggets! 

i wonder aimlessly through the school looking for my friends when i hear a familiar voice call my name.

“(y/n)?!” i turn and look int what used to be the blue and gold office  “B?” i question stepping into the dusty room “whats with the drop sheets?”i ask grabbing one of the sheets and pulling it back to reveal a few computers.

“what are you doing in here? I’m pretty sure we can die from smoke inhalation-” i complain coughing, “that doesn’t really make sense-” i roll my eyes at the girl.

“okay anyway i was thinking about starting up the blue and gold, it kinda died after you left-” i walk around the room the feeling of familiarity washing over me.

Betty and I used to run the blue and gold with a few others in freshman year, she reported i photographed and occasionally wrote but we had a few other kids that often did the writing portion of the work load.

“B id love to but I’m writing is extremely rusty, i think we need someone who’s confident in their writing, I’m happy to take pictures like last time” she jumps up and hugs me.

“thank you!” she squeals and i roll my eyes “okay well this place needs some seriously work” she nods “and the writer-?”

and was if on cue theres a beanie wearing brunette leaning against the door frame “andrews” he greets looking over to betty “betts” 

“jones” i stand crossing my arms over my chest as i lean against the desk behind me “so is this our writer?” i ask my blonde friend.

“juggie!” betty pulls him into the room, he widens his eyes before walking and sitting next to me our arms brushing against one and another.

“whats up?” i loose focus of the conversation glancing down at our almost touching hands.

he nudges my arm and i shoot up my attention being brought back, “huh?”

the both laugh and i feel embarrassment wash over me “jugs agreed to help us!” she cheers her blonde pony tail swishing.

the bell rings and i grab my bag off the floor, “I’ve got chem, ill see you later?” she nods and i leave the pair not long after jughead comes rushing out touching my shoulder to grab my attention.

“mmh” i murmur turning to the brunette boy “you okay?” i ask weaving my way through the mass.

“yeah i just thought we could walk together, yano since we have chem together-” i nod “its fine, you don’t need an excuse to walk with me jug” i chuckle.

“oh miss andrews” i roll my eyes at the sound, jughead turns around but i grab his arm “don’t even bother glancing at him” i tell the boy as he nods in confusion.

and soon enough the raven haired boy is bouncing in front of me “miss me?” he smirks and i groan “reg your going to make us all late” i complain seeing the class within our reach our teacher already standing inside.

“move reggie!” i complain, i turn to the boy next to me “jug just go ill catch up with you-” he shakes his head “I’m not leaving you alone with him” he glares at the taller boy.

“is that so jones? you yano this is my river vixen, how about you get your own? maybe like betty cooper. maybe she’s freaky in bed like her sister” i can see the anger burning up in his eyes.

“jeez can i just not be such an asshole for once” i grab jugheads hand and push through reggie and head for the classroom door letting jughead walk in first then i follow after him but not before reggie slides in behind me.

his hands find there way down to my skirt giving my ass a squeeze lifting the fabric up slightly

i turn and slap the boy hard across the face “don’t touch me reggie i mean it” i warn stepping close to him poking his chest.

i feel a warm hand on my shoulder pulling me away from the raven headed boy “leave it his just being a blow head” i turn and smile softly to the blonde “tell me bout it”

i glance to see jughead glaring at the boy anger coursing through him, reggie smirks at the beanie clad boy walking past our shared desk

“what’s up Wednesday Addams? you jealous? i get to touch her sweet ass and you don’t?” he chuckles and i catch jugheads shoulder pushing him back down in his chair.

“not. worth. it.” i day through gritted teeth plastering a smile on my face as the raven haired boy smirks walking past and settling in the desk behind us

i can see the anger boiling up inside the boy and i chew on the end of my pen before nudging him with my elbow “he’s just trying to get to you jug just forget it”

“yeah well it’s working” he replies annoyed trying his hardest to focus on his work and not reggie’s constant snickers and the replay of him griping your ass

a mixture of jealous and disgust swirling around in his stomach but feels your warm hand slide over top of his giving it a small squeeze as you pay attention to the front of the class.

“sorry” he mumbles removing his hand from mine and clearing his throat, i swallow feeling a little embarrassed that he pulled away from my touch “don’t worry about it”

✿

the bell rings and i rush out like im on fire, spotting my three friends over by the lockers. i speed walk over rushing over to Kevin giving him a half hug

he chuckles and throws an arm around me “you okay?” he asks and i sigh “just a crap day thats all- what’s that?” he glances down at his phone and i gasp

“oh my god” we say in unison glancing to our new raven haired friend “what?” she closes the locker and gives us a puzzled look. kevin glances at betty before handing his phone over to veronica

allowing her to look at the picture that chuck had uploaded of the two after their date last night, except chuck had got a little carried away with photoshop and added a riverdale ‘sticky maple’ to her face

“what the hell is a sticky maple?!” kevin shrugs nervous “it’s kinda what it sounds like it’s a riverdale thing” he tries to explain and she shakes her head “no it’s a slur shaming thing”

“and im neither a slut nor am i going to be shamed by someone named excuse me chuck clayton”

people take their times to stop in the hall snickering at our new raven haired friend their phones buzzing in their hands as they whisper and point

“move along” i yell annoyed at the crowd that scramble at the sound rushing to get away from us

“does he really think he can get away with this?!” she rambles furious “does he not know who I am?!”

she glances between the three of us “i will cut the breaks in his supped up phallic symbol!”

betty interjects “or we could go to principle weatherbee!”

veronica snaps back “about the coaches son?! who’s captain of the football team and riverdale highs resident golden boy?!”

“and or we-” she pauses nudging me “can expose him in the pages of the blue and gold!! yeah i can do that! she nods frantically placing her hand on kevins shoulder

“spoken like a true good girl who always follows the rules”

i finally speak up “she’s right-” anger bubbles up inside of me “no way-he can’t- not again”

veronica nods at me before shoving Kevin’s phone back into his chest “well i don’t follow rules!”

i agree turning and storming off in the direction of the boyslocker room

it’s not long till veronica is at my side along with betty trailing along “i make them” she seethes “and when necessary i break them”

she turns to the blonde struggling to keep up with the pair of us “you want to help us get revenge on chuck Betty? that’s awesome! but you better be ready to go full dark no stars”

we almost reach the boys locker room and veronica pause turning to face the worried blonde “so what do you say betts in or out”

“im totally in” i leave the two girls not waiting to listen to Betty’s response. we pass jughead who looks worried at my anger he calls my name but i ignore him approaching the doors to the boys locker room

i push through the doors first glancing around to try and spot the culprit but the sea of half naked boys itnwas proving difficult “damn it” i mutter

veronica takes the lead grabbing Betty’s hand and she uses the other to shield her face rushing into the crowd and bumping into the one and only archie andrews

“ronnie, betty, (y/n)? what are you guys doing in here” he quickly rewraps his towel around his torso not wanting to expose himself to the three girls.

“don’t worry about it” ronnie tells my brother attempting to move past him, “no-” he starts blocking our path

“i mean it andrews hit the showers and get out of my way” she shoves past my brother and makes her way deeper into the change rooms

my brother reaches for my shoulder “arch don’t” i move past him and see that veronica and betty have encountered chuck

“b and v- ladies” he licks his lips still wet from the showers, his towel hanging low from his hips his body on full show

veronica steps forward extending her phone toward chuck “this is disgusting, take it down” the boys chuckle

“oh woho why you so wound up? it’s a badge of honour- and well your not exactly virgin territory after your closet date with andrews”

i get ready to interject but betty beats me to it

“okay that’s beyond irrelevant chuck” she pauses “your not allowed to go around humiliating girls for any reason under any circumstances! you-you-jerk!”

her smirks at the blonde addressing her"look i get your not a closet kinda girl but hey, if you want to ride the chuck wagon that can be arranged”

the locker room erupts in snickers the boys rielling each other up

veronica’s quick to defend her best friend “let’s keep this simple so your preppy half murder brain can grasp it

she walks closer to him narrowing the gap between them “take this. the hell. down”

he glances to his boys before leaning down to Veronica’s eye line “see that high, bitch tone attitude might have worked on the betas you dated in new york but-” he pauses “your in bull dog territory now”

the boys back him up by snarling and barking like dogs, how darling of them

“but please fight back” she smirks giddy “your only making it harder for yourself”

betty grabs the raven haired girl but he shoulder and guides her out of the crowed locker room, clearly furious and somewhat embarrassed

as the girls moved im revealed to the jock “oh! is that miss andrews?!” he yells allowing all the boys to turn and gather around me

“you disgust me” i seethe digging my nails into my palms so o don’t lash out at the boy.

“what did you think that you were my last?” he chuckles and i instantly feel sick at the memory “don’t flatter yourself” he smirks

“take it down chuck, now” he rolls his eyes at my persistence “everyone’s already seen it now” he attempts to sass me.

“so you wouldn’t have any problem with deleting it then right?” a bunch of ‘ooohs’ floated around the room making chuck angry

he slams his fist against the locker beside me “did you forget where you are andrews?” the boys start barking again and i roll my eyes at their childishness

“you may be a bulldog chuck but just remember im a vixen and ill bring you down when you least expect it”

i go to punch him and he flinches then continue to try and play it off “well well well, if it isn’t the better half of the andrews” i turn and move past the raven haired jock

“not in the mood reg” i make my way out of the locker room and into the hall when i spot my two friends im presuming making a game plan

“hey wait-” i turn and sigh frustrated “god reggie what now?!” i respond my voice grower louder

he lifts he’s hands up in surrender “is everything okay?” he swallows glancing at me, i hesitate before shaking my head “no but it will be soon enough-” he nods placing a hand on my shoulder

“would you maybe want to come with me to pops tonight? talk about whatever the hell happened in there?” i glance over to my friends then back to reggie

“reggie-” he cuts me off “please (y/n) we haven’t spoken since you moved? i promise it’s just a milkshake and a bite to eat nothing more” i roll my eyes fine 8"

i move away and head over frantically to my friends “ronnie you okay?” she nods offering a small smile

“he took it down- chuck. i made him take it down” she looks up at me and hugs me tight “thank you” i squeeze her back rubbing her back soothingly “its okay” i whisper back

✖

“dad?” i call out closing the front door as i trudge through the house looking for my father.

the sound of drills coming from our backyard was enough to get me curious “dad?” i ask walking out the door and down into our backyard

the shed door was open, my father inside sound proofing our garage. the noise stops as my dad notices my presence “hey kiddo” i smile up at my dad

“what’s all this?”

“just fixing up the shed for your brother, he need somewhere to practice”

i furrow my brows “archies into music? when did that happen?” i chuckle flopping down on one of the couches

“over the summer, there’s a new teacher at the school- miss grundy, she’s been helping archie alot with it” i nod taking in all the new information

“archie never told me about her” i say confused “oh im sure he would’ve wanted to- he probably forget to mention it at some point”

i sit for a few trying to figure out why archie hadn’t told me about his new venture and his closeness to our music teacher

i stand up brushing off my jeans “im going to go to pops” my dad nods “oh pop actually run, wanted to know if you wanted your old job back?”

i widen my eyes surprised “really?!” he nods “you should go see him” i nod giving him a kiss on the cheek before rushing off to the diner

the bell chimes as the door to pops swings open, the older man smiles at me as i walk over the threshold “hey pop!”

“miss andrews just the lady i wanted to see” i smile leaving against the front counter “dad told me the news, id love to come back if you’d like me back” i smile at the man

i worked at pops for about 4 months before i moved, i waitressed and every so often i was allowed into the kitchen to make a few off the menu items

he bends down behind the counter and places my old uniform on the bench in front of me, a cheer to myself running me finger over my badge “thank you!!” i squeal giving him a small hug

“when do you want me to start?” he glances around the semi busy diner “how about now, im expecting hermione to come in soon so you two can keep it down till dinner rush right?” i nod

i grab my uniform and head toward the restroom pausing and turning first “wait who’s hermonie?” he chuckles “it’s fine never mind” i push open the door and change from my school clothes to uniform

when i return to the front desk pop has disappeared and is replaced by a beautiful raven haired older lady, i plaster on a smile and walk toward her

“you must be hermione?” the lady looks up smiling softly at me and dismissing whatever she was doing to walk over to me

“thats me, may i ask who you are?” i mentally face palm “(y/n), andrews- i worked her last year- pop just gave me my job back” she nods

“so your Fred’s daughter?” she questions and i nod “guilty” she giggles at me placing a hand on my shoulder “you look just like your mother- you know your father and i dated in high school”

my jaw drops “no way!! my dad with a woman like you- jeezz i didn’t know he had that much game” the lodge woman smiled at me giving me a nudge on my hip

“your father was devilishly handsome in high school-” i squeeze my eyes shut “oh god- ew” we both share a laugh before I turn and scan the diner spotting a familiar beanie in one of our booths

“friend of yours?” i smile at the thought “yeah something like that- ill be back” i walk over from my fellow co-worker and toward jughead sliding into the booth

“oh im good for a refill- oh (y/n) hey” i smile at the brunette “hey juggie” i play with the ends of my hair as he examines me “cute dress”

i blush and scuff my converse against the diner floor brushing jugheads leg by accident causing me to blush further “its a look isn’t it” i tease and he nods laughing as he continues to type

“i didn’t know you got your job back” he questions eyes moving from me then back to his laptop

“i only just got it back, he called dad and said he’d consider having me back- it’ll be good anyways to get that extra bit of money” he nods silence filling the booth

“can i get you anything? another milkshake?” he closes his laptop and stares into my eyes before dropping to my lips.

i feel something twitch in my stomach that causing me to bite my lip “juggie?” he snapped out of his gaze “hm what?”

i laugh moving myself from my side of the booth to his “do you want me to get you anything?” i say glancing at the empty fries bowls and milkshake glasses.

i knew when he wrote he always ordered a burger and fries to keep him going, sometimes he’d be too wrapped up to even touch the food placed infront of him

he swallows at our closeness eyes darting all over the place “i need to tell you something” he’s arms extends over the back of the booth

“your starting to worry me, what is it? is it important i do have tables to wait” he looks down at my hands placed on his thighs “it’s about your brother, he’s in trouble"

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[brownthrussy]

1-85

Wade you got me fucked up smfh jk

1.) Are looks important in a relationship?:To some extent yes, since its kinda a attention grabbed. Eventually the personality is what becomes more important.

2.) Are relationships ever worth it?:Most are, as long as they’re healthy, but some are better off ending.

3.) Are you a virgin?:I hope my mom doesn’t see, but no. If my mom ever sees this then hell yeah I am lmao.

4.) Are you in a relationship?:Surprisingly yes

5.) Are you in love?:Considering my lack of love interests and mainly unhealthy relationships surrounding me, its hard to tell for myself but I believe I am yeah

6.) Are you single this year?:Jeez I hope not lol

7.) Can you commit to one person?:Yes.8.) Describe your crush:Hmm normal lenght hair, dark eyes, average height and thicc

9.) Describe your perfect mate:Sounds similar to 8 but I guess someone I can be comfortable and relate with.

10.) Do you believe in love at first sight?:No lmao im pretty sure thats a crush.

11.) Do you ever want to get married?:It’d be nice someday so sure lol

12.) Do you forgive betrayal?:Depends on the situation and how the person thats asking for forgiveness acts. If they learned their lesson and understand what they did wrong then I could forgive possibly but if not then no.

13.) Do you get jealous easy?:No lol its cause im bad at taking hints so I cant tell when someones hitting on me or el bae

14.) Do you have a crush on anyone?: Mi novio lol

15.) Do you have any piercings?:Nope lol

16.) Do you have any tattoos?:Nah lol

17.) Do you like kissing in public?:Nah lol i dont like being the center of attention

ERROR: 18 and 19 DOESN’T FUCKING EXIST??

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20.) Do you shower everyday?:Si

21.) Do you think someone has feelings for you?: Well I hope my bf likes me lmao

22.) Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?: hmm its possible so sure lol

23.) Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?: Well i’ve been doing it so yeah lol

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24.) Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?: i don’t think so but hey who knows what future me will do lol

25.) Do you want to be in a relationship this year?: i want to keep it so yes lol

26.) Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?: Si

27.) Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?: Not that I know of lol

28.) Have you ever been cheated on?: Officially no, but I had a few suspicions from my ex so it wouldn’t surprise me

29.) Have you ever cheated on someone?: No

30.) Have you ever considered plastic surgery? If so, what would you change about your body?: I’m ok really lol

31.) Have you ever cried over a guy/girl?: lmfao yes sadly.

32.) Have you ever experienced unrequited love?: Yeah. With my “ex”, we weren’t officially in a relationship we were just dating.

33.) Have you ever had sex with a man?: no homo but yeah lol

34.) Have you ever had sex with a woman?: tbh i just don’t support that lifestyle… i have straight friends tho so es cool

35.) Have you ever kissed someone older than you?: si

36.) Have you ever liked one of your best friends?: Nah lol I love them in a platonic way

37.) Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated? No lol

38.) Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to? Yeah lifes pretty wild

39.) Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?: yeah lmao its terrible 0/10 would not recommend

40.) Have you ever written a song or poem for someone? No im not an artistic person

41.) Have you had sex sex so far this year? Si but im staying a virgin til marriage

42.) How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander? Depends on the mood I guess???

43.) How long was your longest relationship? Lmao the current one so almost a year!

44.) How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had? 1 lol

45.) How many people did you kiss in 2011? Lmfao 0 I was an awkward disaster back then. Now i’m slightly less but with a better fashion sense.

46.) How many times did you have sex last year? Idk I wasnt counting lol but life fucked me over alot so that counts too right?

47.) How old are you? Believe it or not, but i’m 21 lol

48.) If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say? Well rip my relationship then but it’d be something like “she ain’t ugly but she ain’t me”

49.) If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her? Hmm I like the attentiveness and los jokes

50.) If your first true love knocked on your door with an apology and presents, would you accept? If its just forgiveness then probably yeah. Regardless im taking the presents tbh as compensation

51.) Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for? Yes

52.) Is there anyone you’ve given up on? Nah they usually leave me first before I can say im done

53.) Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are? No lol my business is my own

54.) Is there someone you will never forget? My ex and former close friends tbh

55.) Share a relationship story: well we went to olive garden cause I had never gone. So I was feeling like a rich white woman cause it looked fancy and the waited asked if he could toss the salad for us. My stupid ass thought he either meant in a sex term or literally flipping it. Guess what I mentioned out loud. So homeboy leaves and I realize I can never return here without realizing that i assumed that the waiter wanted a fucking threesome because I spend too much time looking at memes smh. Oh and he spilled drinks on the people next to us including this lady and her phone so guess who got tipped good cause id die if i were in his position smh. Moral of the story is this is why I shouldnt go out

56.) State 8 facts about your body: I have a fat stomach, yet skinny arms and legs lol, i got a birthmark by my right shoulder that looks like hawaii apparently, if one hand moves the other tends to attempt to do the same thing, i got my apendix removed, theres a scar from said surgery on it, I barely have body hair but it grows quick, i accidently stabbed myself with a led pencil. The led remains up to today

57.) Things you want to say to an ex: Someone is contradicting themselves lmao sorry for not being what you wanted but you could’ve treated me like a decent human being. But I guess im unreasonable for wanting trust and communication lol oh well

58.) What are five ways to win your heart?: food, pokemon, more video games, trying ya best and being direct with one another.

59.) What do you look like? (post a picture!): so like do i post a new selfie in a seperate post or???? Eh ill do that later

60.) What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners? 6-7 years 😥 lol

61.) What is the first thing you notice in someone? How they react to situations lol says alot as a first perspective

62.) What is the sexiest thing someone has done for/ to you? Bought me food 😍

63.) What is your definition of having sex? Well it involves a penis usually afjvhadaish

64.) What is your definition of cheating? Well besides doing it physically, by lying to your S/O about not seeing anyone else and talking to others with the intention of cheating

65.) What is your favorite foreplay routine? Loving jesus

66.) What is your favorite roleplay? Reading the bible together.

67.) What is your idea of the perfect date? It involves eating, going out doing anything since anything can be fun if you’re with the right person. If it gets everything that is stressful about life and makes it seem irrelevant at the moment then this is the moment

68.) What is your sexual orientation? No homo but men are ok. So un homosexual

69.) What turns you off? Well acting like a child or being rude and dismissive.

70.) What turns you on? Communication and trust can I get an amen

71.) What was your kinkiest wet dream? Ok so there I am in battle wearing regular armor but with channel boots and I destroy my enemies by walking on them since they wronged me. There’s also lesbians.

72.) What worlds do you like to hear during sex? Are you feeling it now, Mr.Krabs???

73.) What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you? Anything really, its mainly the thought that matters

74.) What’s the most superficial characteristic that you look for? Hmm facial features and eyes lol

75.) What’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for you? Gave me the pink power ranger pop lol my girl

76.) What’s the sweetest thing you have ever done for someone? I gave a rare pop as a gift for christmas. It cost $50 lmfao

77.) What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships? As long as its legal and consensual then its alright

78.) What’s your dirtiest secret? Dont got any lol not any that come to mind atleast

79.) When was the last time you felt jealous? Why? Idk middle school lol crush had the nerve to talk to someone that wasnt me smh. Im glad i grew up and learned

80.) When was the last time you told someone you loved them? Whenever I see my best friend and hes about to do some dumb shit

81.) Who are five people you find attractive? So is this like from tumblr or anywhere?. Hmm theres mi novio, my best friend and fuck it like 3 of my mutuals lmao i almost tagged em

82.) Who is the last person you hugged? My younger sister

83.) Who was your first kiss? An old friend lol we dont talk no more

84.) Why did your last relationship fail? I have no idea. My ex was like “i gotta be alone” then pulled the “we’re different” card. And I figured it was both until my friend showed me that he was on tinder with an updated bio and photos that he had sent to me initially. So I guess ill never know lol

85.) Would you ever date someone off of the internet? Yeah why not lol if the connection is there

[the-lost-lieutenant]

??? (Reina)

SEND ??? TO HEAR WHAT MY MUSE REALLY THINKS ABOUT YOURS, BUT WOULD NEVER SAY OUT LOUD. | Closed for now.

I find it amusing she’s so salty about being short when she’s much more the height I’m used to with people, over other Galra. That would mean zero to her I’m sure oooor just make her down right angry to know. So I’ll probably keep it to myself, but for me it’s actually nice. 

She’d probably feel less short if she didn’t keep the company of yet another giant. These stupid purple assholes, need to cut it out on the growth hormones, jeez.

I can’t say if it’s just the height, or the fact that our first conversation were essentially arguments on the logistics of contracts to in fact help me, but I feel less uncomfortable around her than others. I mean, I flat out like the woman, but sometimes that doesn’t always dissuade my anxiety with others.

It’s hard to not root for her. She works by her own code that is different from the apathy of the norm. It’s like her own personal middle finger to the Empire and I want to help make that as easy for her as possible. It takes a very strong character to see the failings of your people and actively work against it to try to do good. Especially, when the attitude of your peers and government are the total opposite. When it means uprooting your life and putting yourself in harm’s way. It’s very rare indeed. All in all I think she’s just happiest when she’s helping people and that’s something worth protecting. Though I doubt she actually wants me to.

I might actually be a liability for her if anything though. It might just be best if I take the help to get myself oriented, get what I need and some money to pay her for her troubles and then disappear. That way the Empire might not come sniffing around and there’s less murder, in general. Typically ‘less murder’ makes things easier. I keep double guessing myself on the whole thing. Is it even alright of me to accept the help when I know the trouble it could bring? 

It’s all pretty difficult, I need the IDs and the help, but I could find scummier people to do it for me, and if they then get in trouble, it’s no tears shed. I don’t really want to use or endanger her. It’s been a long time since someone’s yelled at me cause they give a shit. 

[croissantbae]

June 8, 2021

Hello. It’s been a while. I’ve been wanting to write I really have. But it’s hard to write in the daytime when the kids are running around. And it’s hard to write at night when I’m bone tired. Lately my arms feel so heavy and weak. I think it’s bc Dani is so heavy. I just don’t have the strength to carry her so much. And do life’s chores. So last night I fed her the bare minimum amount needed to satiate her and then just laid her next to me (at 3 am) and lay there stiff as a board so I don’t accidentally smother her bc I just didn’t have the energy to put her in the snoo, where she might potentially wake up when I do the put down. Which would then require me to carry her and wait for her to fall asleep and then do the put down again. All of this to say, it’s been hard to find time to write.

I am writing now bc naya just went to sleep and Jason is trying to put Dani down. It’s only 11 pm so I don’t feel ass tired. Quick memories id like to jot down.

1. On Sunday jimmy and christine couldn’t be home for Sunday supper so my mom came over snd we ate out (at izakaya gazen). As soon as we came home my mom said bye and was about to leave. Naya was so heartbroken she collapsed onto the floor, face planting, and started sobbing. My mom felt bad so she came in and played a little. Then she tried to make her exit later and Nay started crying again but a little less dramatically. I think my mom felt 걸렸어 because when Jason took naya outside to say bye and see her drive away, he said my mom was at the top of the stairs because it seemed like she came back, unsure of what to do. She then offered an “악수” to Nay as a consolation. That cracks me up. She really thought a handshake would do it. A compromise of sorts. That’s of course what my unemotional mom would do. Still she’s such a softie.

2. I love Jasons job so much. He finished pretty early most days. Anywhere from 4-5 (and sometimes even 3:30). Today he was done around 4 so we went to get poke and picnicked at cal tech. We watched other kids playing. We walked around campus. We played by a pond where there are turtles. It was perfect. I keep thinking damn my job sucks. The amount of money I get paid for the time I put in really isn’t worth it. Jason for sure gets paid more if we’re counting by an hourly / stress level basis.

Here are a few photos from today.

3. I really want to record every moment and memory with the kids. Good and bad just to have this time w me forever. The bad moments feel terrible. And I told myself today we really can’t have a third kid bc I can’t go through this tjrednsss again. I’m too old. But still. These kids are everything right now. They are hilarious. Sweet. Funny. Illogical. Frustrating. Tiring. They really give you the full spectrum of the human experience lol. And I feel so lucky to have this family. It’s so cliche to say but I really do feel that way. I can see how people who don’t have kids, from their perspective, what I have might seem really undesirable. And there are so many memes I see of people who express that. And I get it. when I hang out w other people’s kids there are lots of times where I don’t like them and they tire me out and I’m like oh thank god I can escape and I don’t have to live with you. But when it’s your own family you love everything. Must be a defense mechanism developed as a survival tactic.

4. I genuinely worry Dani is going to be fat her whole life and it’s my fault for not exercising during this pregnancy and eating too much bad stuff....

5. We’re planing a trip to New York in October for Jessica wedding and North Carolina for Anna’s weddings (on back to back weekends so we’re gonna do a week on the east coast) and thus far it’s proving to be a logistical difficulty. Who will watch the kids during the weddings? Originally i was thinking jimmy, christine and my mom could come but that was before we knew they were pregnant. They can’t come anymore since their baby will be like a week old. Jason is willing to even not go to the wedding and stay behind bc of it. Eek. We were also saying if we didn’t have kids we’d just think “just get a random sitter what’s the problem jeez”. But as parents, we’re like yeah no. Nonetheless we’re excited for the trip. Finally a real trip!

6. Latelt everyone seems to be reading crying in h mart. I would be too if Jason didn’t steal my copy. EGer to dive in. But dor now I’ll have to read Seth Rogens memoir while I wait for Jason to give me crying.

There are so many more things I’d like to write about but I don’t really remember them. Also the font on this post is all jacked up I know. But I don’t know why it became like that or how to fix it. Bye.

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Einstein, hey Einstein, where’s the Doc, boy, huh? Doc Never mind that, never mind that now, never mind that, never mind- Yeah I know, If you put your mind to it you could accomplish anything. C’mon, more, dammit. Jeez. Holy shit. Let’s see if you bastards can do ninety. Why is she gonna get angry with you?

Doc, Doc, it’s me, Marty. Re-elect Mayor Goldie Wilson. Progress is his middle name. Yeah. Well, what if they didn’t like them, what if they told me I was no good. I guess that would be pretty hard for somebody to understand. Indeed I will, roll em. I, Doctor Emmett Brown, am about to embark on an historic journey. What have I been thinking of, I almost forgot to bring some extra plutonium. How did I ever expect to get back, one pallet one trip I must be out of my mind. What is it Einy? Oh my god, they found me, I don’t know how but they found me. Run for it, Marty.

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Well, I figured, what the hell. I, I don’t know. Yeah, yeah what are you wearing, Dave. Mom, Dad. My god, it’s my mother. Put your pants back on.

Uh, well, actually, I figured since it wasn’t due till Monday- Marty, I’m sorry, but the only power source capable of generating one point twenty-one gigawatts of electricity is a bolt of lightning. A bolt of lightning, unfortunately, you never know when or where it’s ever gonna strike. Never mind that now, never mind that now. You got a real attitude problem, McFly. You’re a slacker. You remind me of you father when he went her, he was a slacker too.

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What could go wrong there?

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Oh, that top photo is great.

This is a simple photo expressing so much.

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C’mon, c’mon. Hi, Marty. Believe me, Marty, you’re better off not having to worry about all the aggravation and headaches of playing at that dance. What did she say? It’s your mom, she’s tracked you down. Quick, let’s cover the time machine. C’mon.

Alright, take it up, go. Doc. Yeah well, I saw it on a rerun. I’ll call you tonight. C’mon, open up, let me out of here, Yo. I have to tell you about the future.

Great Scott. Let me see that photograph again of your brother. Just as I thought, this proves my theory, look at your brother. Yes, yes, I’m George, George McFly, and I’m your density. I mean, I’m your destiny. Well, ma, we talked about this, we’re not gonna go to the lake, the car’s wrecked. Okay. What were you doing in the middle of the street, a kid your age.

Sit here, Marty. How’s your head? What’s going on? Where have you been all week? Marty, you made it. Excuse me.

Another thing is

Brown, Brown, Brown, Brown, Brown, great, you’re alive. Do you know where 1640 Riverside- Yeah Mom, we know, you’ve told us this story a million times. You felt sorry for him so you decided to go with him to The Fish Under The Sea Dance. Oh. Ah, where’re my pants? You okay, is everything alright?

Just finishing up the second coat now. Just finishing up the second coat now. Yeah, I think it’s a major embarrassment having an uncle in prison. Hey, McFly, I thought I told you never to come in here. Well it’s gonna cost you. How much money you got on you? The keys are in the trunk. Hey. Thank god I still got my hair. What on Earth is that thing I’m wearing? You got a permit for that? What was it, George, bird watching? Unroll their fire. Jennifer, oh are you a sight for sore eyes. Let me look at you. Bear with me, Marty, all of your questions will be answered. Roll tape, we’ll proceed. What do you mean you’ve seen this, it’s brand new. Mom, Dad. Without any sugar.

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Having a good time.

Depression is not interesting.

Oh, that top photo is great.

Looking solo.

Caption this.

Having a good time.

Oh, that is simply very cool.

Doc? Am I to understand you’re still hanging around with Doctor Emmett Brown, McFly? Tardy slip for you, Miss Parker. And one for you McFly I believe that makes four in a row. Now let me give you a nickle’s worth of advice, young man. This so called Doctor Brown is dangerous, he’s a real nuttcase. You hang around with him you’re gonna end up in big trouble. Wait a minute. How’s your head? Okay Doc, this is it. What do you mean you’ve seen this, it’s brand new.

[ts_row] [ts_one_half]Kids, we’re gonna have to eat this cake by ourselves, Uncle Joey didn’t make parole again. I think it would be nice, if you all dropped him a line. Breakfast. That Biff, what a character. Always trying to get away with something. Been on top of Biff ever since high school. Although, if it wasn’t for him- Hey man, look at Marvin’s hand. He can’t play with his hands like that, and we can’t play without him. When could weathermen predict the weather, let alone the future. [/ts_one_half] [ts_one_half]McFly. Hey wait, wait a minute, who are you? Stella, another one of these damn kids jumped in front of my car. Come on out here, help me take him in the house. Okay, that’s enough. Now stop the microphone. I’m sorry fellas. I’m afraid you’re just too darn loud. Next, please. Where’s the next group, please. Yeah well, I saw it on a rerun. Hey c’mon, I had to change, you think I’m going back in that zoot suit? The old man really came through it worked.[/ts_one_half] [/ts_row]

  I’m gonna ram him. What the hell is a gigawatt? No, no, George, look, it’s just an act, right? Okay, so 9:00 you’re strolling through the parking lot, you see us struggling in the car, you walk up, you open the door and you say, your line, George. Well, because George, nice girls get angry when guys take advantage of them. Why thank you, Marty. George. Good morning, sleepyhead, Good morning, Dave, Lynda.

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That’s true, Marty, I think you should spend the night. I think you’re our responsibility. What Lorraine, what? Marty, such a nice name. Please note that Einstein’s clock is in complete synchronization with my control watch. That was the day I invented time travel. I remember it vividly.

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It’s information about the future isn’t it. I warned you about this kid. The consequences could be disastrous. Alright, I’m ready. Leave her alone, you bastard. You bet. Alright, McFly, you’re asking for it, and now you’re gonna get it. Doc, you gotta help me. you were the only one who knows how your time machine works. Doc, she didn’t even look at him. Now, Biff, um, can I assume that your insurance is gonna pay for the damage? That’s a great idea. I’d love to park. Hey George, heard you laid out Biff, nice going.

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I don’t know, I can’t keep up with all of your boyfriends. No, Doc. What do you mean you’ve seen this, it’s brand new. Right. Well, what if they didn’t like them, what if they told me I was no good. I guess that would be pretty hard for somebody to understand.

What You Need To Know About Technology And Why Einstein, hey Einstein, where's the Doc, boy, huh? Doc Never mind that, never mind that now, never mind that, never mind- Yeah I know, If you put your mind to it you could accomplish anything.

[smartcitygeek-blog]

Einstein, hey Einstein, where’s the Doc, boy, huh? Doc Never mind that, never mind that now, never mind that, never mind- Yeah I know, If you put your mind to it you could accomplish anything. C’mon, more, dammit. Jeez. Holy shit. Let’s see if you bastards can do ninety. Why is she gonna get angry with you?

Doc, Doc, it’s me, Marty. Re-elect Mayor Goldie Wilson. Progress is his middle name. Yeah. Well, what if they didn’t like them, what if they told me I was no good. I guess that would be pretty hard for somebody to understand. Indeed I will, roll em. I, Doctor Emmett Brown, am about to embark on an historic journey. What have I been thinking of, I almost forgot to bring some extra plutonium. How did I ever expect to get back, one pallet one trip I must be out of my mind. What is it Einy? Oh my god, they found me, I don’t know how but they found me. Run for it, Marty.

Just scroll down for more

Well, I figured, what the hell. I, I don’t know. Yeah, yeah what are you wearing, Dave. Mom, Dad. My god, it’s my mother. Put your pants back on.

Uh, well, actually, I figured since it wasn’t due till Monday- Marty, I’m sorry, but the only power source capable of generating one point twenty-one gigawatts of electricity is a bolt of lightning. A bolt of lightning, unfortunately, you never know when or where it’s ever gonna strike. Never mind that now, never mind that now. You got a real attitude problem, McFly. You’re a slacker. You remind me of you father when he went her, he was a slacker too.

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What could go wrong there?

This is simply sensational to look at.

Depression is not interesting.

Oh, that top photo is great.

This is a simple photo expressing so much.

A simple, easy to use gadget.

It’s not just a simple theme

C’mon, c’mon. Hi, Marty. Believe me, Marty, you’re better off not having to worry about all the aggravation and headaches of playing at that dance. What did she say? It’s your mom, she’s tracked you down. Quick, let’s cover the time machine. C’mon.

Alright, take it up, go. Doc. Yeah well, I saw it on a rerun. I’ll call you tonight. C’mon, open up, let me out of here, Yo. I have to tell you about the future.

Great Scott. Let me see that photograph again of your brother. Just as I thought, this proves my theory, look at your brother. Yes, yes, I’m George, George McFly, and I’m your density. I mean, I’m your destiny. Well, ma, we talked about this, we’re not gonna go to the lake, the car’s wrecked. Okay. What were you doing in the middle of the street, a kid your age.

Sit here, Marty. How’s your head? What’s going on? Where have you been all week? Marty, you made it. Excuse me.

Another thing is

Brown, Brown, Brown, Brown, Brown, great, you’re alive. Do you know where 1640 Riverside- Yeah Mom, we know, you’ve told us this story a million times. You felt sorry for him so you decided to go with him to The Fish Under The Sea Dance. Oh. Ah, where’re my pants? You okay, is everything alright?

Just finishing up the second coat now. Just finishing up the second coat now. Yeah, I think it’s a major embarrassment having an uncle in prison. Hey, McFly, I thought I told you never to come in here. Well it’s gonna cost you. How much money you got on you? The keys are in the trunk. Hey. Thank god I still got my hair. What on Earth is that thing I’m wearing? You got a permit for that? What was it, George, bird watching? Unroll their fire. Jennifer, oh are you a sight for sore eyes. Let me look at you. Bear with me, Marty, all of your questions will be answered. Roll tape, we’ll proceed. What do you mean you’ve seen this, it’s brand new. Mom, Dad. Without any sugar.

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Having a good time.

Depression is not interesting.

Oh, that top photo is great.

Looking solo.

Caption this.

Having a good time.

Oh, that is simply very cool.

Doc? Am I to understand you’re still hanging around with Doctor Emmett Brown, McFly? Tardy slip for you, Miss Parker. And one for you McFly I believe that makes four in a row. Now let me give you a nickle’s worth of advice, young man. This so called Doctor Brown is dangerous, he’s a real nuttcase. You hang around with him you’re gonna end up in big trouble. Wait a minute. How’s your head? Okay Doc, this is it. What do you mean you’ve seen this, it’s brand new.

[ts_row] [ts_one_half]Kids, we’re gonna have to eat this cake by ourselves, Uncle Joey didn’t make parole again. I think it would be nice, if you all dropped him a line. Breakfast. That Biff, what a character. Always trying to get away with something. Been on top of Biff ever since high school. Although, if it wasn’t for him- Hey man, look at Marvin’s hand. He can’t play with his hands like that, and we can’t play without him. When could weathermen predict the weather, let alone the future. [/ts_one_half] [ts_one_half]McFly. Hey wait, wait a minute, who are you? Stella, another one of these damn kids jumped in front of my car. Come on out here, help me take him in the house. Okay, that’s enough. Now stop the microphone. I’m sorry fellas. I’m afraid you’re just too darn loud. Next, please. Where’s the next group, please. Yeah well, I saw it on a rerun. Hey c’mon, I had to change, you think I’m going back in that zoot suit? The old man really came through it worked.[/ts_one_half] [/ts_row]

  I’m gonna ram him. What the hell is a gigawatt? No, no, George, look, it’s just an act, right? Okay, so 9:00 you’re strolling through the parking lot, you see us struggling in the car, you walk up, you open the door and you say, your line, George. Well, because George, nice girls get angry when guys take advantage of them. Why thank you, Marty. George. Good morning, sleepyhead, Good morning, Dave, Lynda.

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That’s true, Marty, I think you should spend the night. I think you’re our responsibility. What Lorraine, what? Marty, such a nice name. Please note that Einstein’s clock is in complete synchronization with my control watch. That was the day I invented time travel. I remember it vividly.

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It’s information about the future isn’t it. I warned you about this kid. The consequences could be disastrous. Alright, I’m ready. Leave her alone, you bastard. You bet. Alright, McFly, you’re asking for it, and now you’re gonna get it. Doc, you gotta help me. you were the only one who knows how your time machine works. Doc, she didn’t even look at him. Now, Biff, um, can I assume that your insurance is gonna pay for the damage? That’s a great idea. I’d love to park. Hey George, heard you laid out Biff, nice going.

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I don’t know, I can’t keep up with all of your boyfriends. No, Doc. What do you mean you’ve seen this, it’s brand new. Right. Well, what if they didn’t like them, what if they told me I was no good. I guess that would be pretty hard for somebody to understand.

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