#sheesh do they grow fast

[miserye]

i finally feel alive again

[choweyy]

collapsed | sukuna ryomen

summary : you need emotional support, but your boyfriend is him..

character : sukuna ryomen (jujutsu kaisen)

warning : there is some curse words here!! because.. it's sukuna.

a/n : funny how i made fic for him after making gojo's fic...

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a sigh escaped your lips as soon as you stepped your feet to your home, you were tired, very very tired, your work were exhausting you and really drained all of your energy out. it's the first time you got this exhausted since the first day tou worked there, your body is so limp, your eye bag is getting worse each day and your body looked paler and paler each days..

you keep trying to not looked tired (mission failed miserably) and no wonder sukuna has growing a little worry for you (he won't shows it for sure), then your leg suddenly betrays you and... you fell. he thought "i'll kill that bossy boss soon bro damn he makes MY baby collapsed? what the hell does he thinks he is?" and he's now carrying you to bed and keep waiting 'till you're awake because he don't freaking know what to do..

you waked up after some hours and found out he was sort of sleeping next to you and holding your hand to make sure you won't go (nah, actually he just wants to holding your warm and soft hands) and you just looked at him at awe, who knows the scariest curse could be soft to his partner who is a human? weakling like a human?

he opened his eye, secretly relieved you're now awake and safe, but you're still pale and limp.. "how many lunch and dinner that you skiped?" and actually.. you did skipped them all.. because of work! but you replied him with "not that much, probably just few of them.." he knows that was a lie, you're too bad at lying sheesh

he orders your favorite foods and shoving them to your mouth, and now your body is getting back their colors and energy!! you sure loved him damn.

you felt so grateful and you said (screamed) "THANK YOUUU ILYY" and hugging him so tight se smiled a little. "yeah yeah, you're welcome brat, better don't skipped your foods and became pale again or else-" a loud "MWAH" was heard "you cared so much about me? 🥹" you sure was in awe.

"don't make me regret falling in love" he said while his ears are maroon red (a/n in giggling) you giggled and hugs him again but tighter this time and your face is nuzzling in his chest "hehe i lobyuu" and you hears his heartbeat and chuckled. he raised an eyebrow "what's s' funny?" and you giggle a little. "nothing, i just love how fast your heartbeat is, and i love you" and you swear you heard his heartbeat is getting faster!

"hm, whatever" and he holds you carefully as if you're made of glass and that fragile.. he loves you too <3

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a/n : why is this so bad? 😭

[ask-the-critters-survival-au]

So anybody feeling rather nosy today?

Well I finished Kickin’s entire diary a few weeks ago, and since Hoppy never really got the chance to read the entire thing, I thought I’d share it here!

Please note, on the following dates

November 4, 1997

March 10, 1998

September 4, 1998

Kickin does write down some s*icidal thoughts, that may be triggering to some people. I’d advise you to skip past those if they are triggering for you. I’ll mark them with bold text so you know.

Diary is under the cut! Have fun snooping!

August 26, 1995

I found this notebook by one of the kids’ beds. He didn’t use it at all so I figured it was alright to take it! Not that he is here to stop me anyways. I decided to start writing stuff in here! Just whatever I’m thinking, whenever I feel like it, I guess. Whenever I feel like it. God, that is a WEIRD sentence to say. Or write. But it’s true! It’s my life now! Whenever I feel like it! No more stupid employees here! Haha, get wrecked! Losers. Oh, Hoppy’s calling me. I’m gonna go! I’ll write in you again later! I promise! Wait, why am I promising a notebook that I’ll do something?

October 2, 1995

Okay so I kinda forgot about this thing. Oops! Anyways, I’m getting bored. The soccer ball is starting to deflate and we can’t find the pump. This SUCKS dude. Like, I get the prototype is busy doing whatever, but if he’s all powerful like he says can’t he give us some entertainment around here? Like sheesh! There’s nothing to do. I’m so bored.

October 16, 1995

I’m thinking of growing my hair out. I mean, Crafty is doing it! And it’s getting annoying constantly cutting it. It grows back really fast. Maybe I’ll go for a mullet type look! Just maybe though.

October 29, 1995

DogDay’s missing. We don’t know where he went. We tried searching for him but CatNap told us not to. It’s always what CatNap says. Stupid. I’m going to keep looking anyways. I’m gonna find him.

October 30, 1995

Never mind.

January 1, 1996

Hey, new year! It kinda sucks though. We did absolutely nothing to celebrate. Also, big problem. Bobby found out about my secret crush. Oh I hope nobody ever reads this thing. Don’t tell anybody, but I think I like-like Hoppy. She’s just so cute and pretty and funny and spunky and cool and I love it when she talks about outer space it’s so interesting!!! She’s so fast too, like crazy fast! I think she’s too fast though. She beats me at literally EVERYTHING. That’s okay though! I’m gonna keep getting better until I can win! But yeah. Bobby found out. I’m terrified for my life.

January 23 1996

So we’re starting to run out of food. Catnap said to trust in the prototype and that he’s gonna save us and stuff. I call bull. We need food, not a savior! But he said the prototype has a plan, so I guess we’ll be fine. Still though, I’m getting tired of eating moldy salami.

February 6, 1996

Crafty’s starting to lose it. She started nagging me nonstop because she keeps running out of red marker. I’m gonna avoid her from now on. Her drawings are getting weird. Really weird. Like borderline creepy stuff. She’s going bonkers man, I’m telling you.

May 16, 1996

We ran out of food. Woke up this morning to Picky scoring through the rest of our god damn supply. I swear I am going to SCREAM DUDE!! So what if she’s always hungry?! She’s not the only one who needs food to survive! Unbelievable. What the hell are we going to do now?

May 17, 1996

So that was CatNap’s back up plan. Oh my god. I don’t want to even think about what I’ve done today. I recognized him. Who I ate. He was there when I first woke up. Taking notes in the corner of the room on his clipboard. I feel sick to my stomach. How long are we going to have to do this for?

June 2, 1996

Today feels special. I don’t know why. It just does. Also I’m sorry I haven’t been writing in you as much. I’m just scared of getting caught writing in this thing. What if someone reads it? What if CatNap reads it? Will he get mad at me for what I wrote a few months ago about the prototype? Maybe I should erase it. No I can’t do that, I wrote it in marker. I’m going to keep this thing hidden inside my zipper pocket for now, until I find a better spot.

July 22, 1996

There was a freaking execution today. I’m so disturbed right now. It was one of the tiny DogDays. I’m not really sure what he did, but CatNap made us all watch as he ripped the poor guy apart. He said that’s what happens if you are a heretic. That’s what happens if you speak out even the slightest against the prototype. Bubba told me that he thought one of the other minis had tattled to CatNap about what that tiny DogDay did. That’s insane. I can’t imagine any of my friends doing that to me. Would they do that to me? No, I’m being an idiot. They’d never do that. Regardless I can’t let him find this thing. I don’t want to end up like that mini.

August 8, 1996

It’s officially been a full year since the Hour of Joy. It’s weird to think about. How many full humans have I eaten by now? Maybe eight? Ten? Twelve? Twenty? I lose count. I don’t feel anything when I eat them anymore. It’s easier to imagine them without faces. I always cut off the head so I don’t have to see it. On the bright side, we finally found the pump for the soccer ball. Hoppy and I can finally start playing again. I don’t really think either of us want to though. At least not right now.

September 12, 1996

Hoppy and I had another fight today. I’m writing in this thing because Bobby made us separate. I don’t like being mad at her. I want to apologize but I’m scared to approach her right now. I miss DogDay. I don’t write about him much but I miss him. His name is kind of forbidden to even speak nowadays. Picky thinks he abandoned us. I don’t think he did. He’d never do that. But if he did I want him to come back. Everything’s falling apart without him.

January 12, 1997

I’m sorry it’s been awhile. I don’t really know what to write about today though so I’m gonna end it off here.

February 7, 1997

Sometimes I wonder if I should name this journal something. But I’m not very creative when it comes to names. Crafty is though. She’s been really different lately though. She’s gotten really cheerful for some reason. But say the wrong thing and suddenly you’re on the ground. I’m scared of her. I don’t know what’s going on with her but if she doesn’t get that fixed soon she’s going to get herself killed. Or kill someone else. Either of the two. Maybe even both.

April 25, 1997

Nothing to write about today. I’m just not going to. I don’t feel like it. My hand hurts. I think I’m gonna go back to sleep.

June 2, 1997

It’s the weird day again. The one that feels like it should be special. I don’t know what that feeling is. I asked Bubba about it. He knows a lot, I thought he’d probably know that too. He didn’t though. He said he got that feeling too, sometimes. But neither of us knew why.

June 19, 1997

We ran out of food. I didn’t even know that was possible. There were so many humans working in this factory, how did we run out of them? The entire Playcare was in panic today. CatNap calmed us all down. He said not to worry, because the prototype always has a plan. Okay. If the prototype always has a plan, what is it? Because I’m tired of this whole stupid mess! I want to know what it is! Why can’t I know what it is? This is so dumb! The prototype is so dumb! It makes me want to tear all my feathers out!!!!

September 19, 1997

IM SO HUNGRY SO HUNGRY SO HUNGRY SO HUNGRY I DONT KNOW WHAT TO EAT THERES NOTHING I HAVENT EATEN IN SO LONG I NEED FOOD I NEED FOOD. IM HAVING THESE SCARY THOUGHTS NOW I WANT THEM GONE! I DONT WANT TO HURT ANYONE BUT I NEED TO EAT I NEED TO EAT I NEED TO

September 19, 1997

I did it. I needed to eat. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Picky told us how to find food. There’s plenty of it in the Playhouse. Like livestock, just waiting to be slaughtered. CatNap was so mad. But we have food now. And we all know he’s been eating them too. I feel like a monster. They were like us. But Bubba told me it was necessary. We were all going to die if we didn’t. I’m still sorry though.

November 4, 1997

Bubba got gassed. Badly. I’m so worried about him. We don’t even know why, we just walked in the room and there he was, laying on the ground with scratch marks all over him. How could CatNap have done such a thing? He’s sick. Just sick. I’ve been taking care of him now. I don’t want to leave his side. I’m worried that if I leave for a moment that something will happen to him. Hoppy’s been making me stay active. Sometimes she’s the only reason I keep going on. It’d be so easy just to end it all. She’s there for me though. I love her. God, I love her. I never want anything to happen to her. But I know something’s going to happen to her. That something’s going to happen to all of us eventually. When it happens to her though, it’s gonna happen to me next. I promise it will.

November 14, 1997

I found a boombox today. It’s really cool. I’ve been playing it for Bubba recently. He’s still asleep. I hope he wakes up soon. Did I ever mention in here that I like to dance? It’s really fun. It makes me forget about everything that happened. I lose myself in the movements. I don’t really even know how I know how to dance. I never learned it as a toy. I think I’m gonna go do it now though.

December 3, 1997

THAT JERK! THAT HORRIBLE STUPID DISGUSTING DUMB JERK! I HATE HER! I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER! HOW DARE SHE DO THAT TO BUBBA?? WHEN HAS HE EVER BEEN ANYTHING BUT NICE TO HER???? BUT NOOOOO, I GUESS KINDNESS MEANS NOTHING IN THE EYES OF PICKY PIGGY! ALL SHE CARES ABOUT IS HERSELF AND HER APPETITE! I WOULDVE RIPPED OFF SOOO MUCH MORE THAN HER EAR IF I COULD! BUT THEN HOPPY AND BOBBY HAD TO COME IN AND RESTRAIN ME! STUPID! STUPID STUPID STUPID! IM GOING TO KILL HER WHEN I GET THE CHANCE! AND ITS GOING TO BE SLOW AND BRUTAL AND ITS GOING TO HURT!

January 1, 1998

Yay. New year. Yippee.

March 4, 1998

Something bad happened today. I knew it would happen eventually. I think we all did. Crafty finally lost it on the wrong person. She attacked CatNap and then he ripped off her hands as punishment. I could hear every. Single. Agonizing second of her screams. I thought I was used to screaming by now. I guess I was just telling myself that. I hope she survives. That was a lot of blood.

March 6, 1998

What do I do. What do I do. What do I do. Hoppy’s leaving. She just told me she is. Hoppy, Bobby and Crafty are leaving Playcare in a week. They can’t leave. They can’t. CatNap’s going to kill them. He’s going to kill them brutally. And even if he doesn’t, who knows what’s outside of Playcare? Plenty of toys who would be willing to hurt them for food. Hoppy told me to come with them. I can’t go with them. I don’t want to die. But I don’t want them to die. They can’t leave. I don’t want them to leave. But I can’t change Hoppy’s mind. She’s leaving with or without me. How could she do that to me? Just leave me here, all alone with Picky? Bubba’s still asleep. She’s the only one I’ll have to talk to. I don’t want to talk to her. I’m scared. I need to stop them.

March 8, 1998

what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done what have I done

March 9, 1998

I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m so so sorry. I messed up I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry please forgive me. I keep seeing her. She talks to me in my head now, telling me she won’t ever forgive me, no matter how much I grovel and beg. Sometimes I don’t even think it’s in my head. Am I going insane? You don’t deserve to stay sane. You’re right. I don’t. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.

March 10, 1998

The blood won’t come off. It stained my hands. Maybe I deserve that. You do deserve that. You’re right. You’re always right. I deserve it. I haven’t moved from my bed since it happened. I’m hungry but I don’t want to eat. I don’t deserve to eat. Bubba needs me though. At least if Picky tries eating him again there’s nobody to stop me from making her pay this time. I don’t know why I don’t just give up. I should. I made a promise that I would once Hoppy went. Maybe it’s Bubba. Or maybe I’m just making excuses. Maybe I’m just too scared. I’ve never felt so alone before. I deserve to feel alone.

March 24, 1998

I’ve been seeing her a lot lately in my dreams. Always the screaming and then the ear. And then she tells me it’s my fault. I know it’s my fault. But I still don’t understand. Am I selfish for not understanding? Yeah. Probably. But all I ever wanted to do was protect her. I don’t understand why this happened. I don’t understand. Picky’s been avoiding me. That’s fine. I don’t want to see her either.

April 12, 1998

You know what? No. I’m done. I don’t care if CatNap catches me going into the Playhouse. I need to see what’s inside. Maybe she’s inside, and that’s why we aren’t allowed in. I’m going to find her. I’m going to make things right with her. I refuse to believe she’s gone.

July 16, 1998

July. It’s already July. I took that long to recover? Seriously? That was three whole months. Well, I guess loosing an eye will do that to you. I’m still surprised that Picky took care of me while I was hurt. I tried to ask her why but she didn’t respond, so I guess that was that. That doesn’t matter though. He’s alive. He’s alive. DogDay’s alive! He’s been here this entire time, sitting right below our noses and we had no clue! If I can just figure out a way to get him out then he can save us all from this mess! I know he can! I just need to find a way.

July 20, 1998

Bubba woke up. He finally woke up! Oh my god, he finally woke up! It’s been how long, eight months? I’m so thankful. He’s really scared though. He must’ve been through hell. I know from experience the nightmares that stuff gives you aren’t pleasant. I can’t imagine going through that for a whole year. Poor guy.

July 21, 1998

Bubba’s been having trouble walking lately. His legs give out whenever he tries. I guess that makes sense. He hasn’t used his legs in a while. I wish I knew how to give him the proper treatment he needs. Actually, there’s an idea. I should check inside of the school. I’m sure there is something in there about comas.

July 22, 1998

OKAY SO THAT WAS A HORRIBLE IDEA. Not only did I find absolutely NOTHING, but I almost got my head bashed in with a freaking mace! That biology teacher has gone wack. Completely wack. Then again, she’s not the only one. I still hear Hoppy. She still visits me. I’ll be in the middle of something and then I’ll just see her. I think I’m starting to hallucinate. I know that’s really bad. But I enjoy seeing her. Even if all she does is cuss me out. It gives me hope. Hope that she’s not Never mind. I shouldn’t be thinking about that. Bury that nice and deep along with the other scary thoughts. She’s not dead. She’s not dead she’s not dead she’s not dead she’s not dead.

August 8, 1998

Third year anniversary. Or is it the fourth? I don’t feel like doing the math. Bubba can walk again now, but all he does is sit against a wall. It feels like my effort was wasted, if I’m honest. He doesn’t like eating. Or sleeping. He hates sleeping. I tried to give him some books to read that I stole from the councilors office, but he ignored them. Some days he refuses to sleep so badly to the point where I have to knock him out for him to get a little shut eye. I feel bad for him. He doesn’t deserve this. If I could take his place I would in a heartbeat. Maybe if it was me instead of him I wouldn’t have messed up so horribly.

September 4, 1998

It’s one of those days where the hallucinations are bad again. Sometimes I wonder if it even is a hallucination. Am I actually seeing her? She’s looking over my shoulder right now. Watching me write. She looks so real. And the stuff she says feels so real. I want her to be real. I want to hold her in my arms. She just told me if I ever try to do that she’s going to push me off the cloud I’m on. I think she knows I wouldn’t save myself.

September 18, 1998

Bubba’s been getting better. He’s started talking again. Only sometimes though. And he never says much. It’s a start though.

November 10, 1998

I think I just saw Picky chasing Hoppy away from the councilors office. I must’ve just been hallucinating again. She was carrying something though. It looked like a computer? I’ve never seen that before. Probably just another hallucination.

[yourimagines]

Missing you

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: fluff

Nick pov

I was sitting alone in my hotel room in Las Vegas, looking at her profile picture. ‘Damn, I fucking miss her.’ I clicked on our conversation and smiled, looking at our last text messages. She had sent me a photo a hour ago, she was smiling at the camera, looking beautiful as always.

Me: fucking beautiful ❤️

I sighed and got up to get ready for some exploring and going out with a few friends of mine. I grabbed my wallet and my hotel keys and went to the lobby, waiting for the others to be ready.

“Nick, you sure?” Jose asked me as I sat down on one of the sofas. “Yeah I’m good.” I waved him off and grabbed my phone and saw she replied back to me.

Y/n❤️: thank you handsome 🥵

Me: no problem, how’s everything?

“Nick we ordered some shots.” A tray full with shots was placed on the table in front of me. “Sheesh, that’s…” they laughed and took one. “Come on Nick, don’t be a pussy.” I shook my head and took one as well. “See, this is life Nick, this is where you belong.” He pointed at everything around us, the alcohol, the women… “enjoy your night.” He patted on my shoulders and took an another one. Jose smiled at me, trying to keep the atmosphere good in here. “You okay?” Steve asks me as I sat further down in my seat. “Yeah, just uhh…thinking.” He nods and looks at the rest. “I don’t want to invade your privacy but maybe you should go home in the few couple of days…” I knew what he meant, I’m away for a few months while my girl is pregnant and is in Stockton, waiting for me. “Yeah..maybe.”

As the night goes by the loneliness caught me up. ‘ they are not even here for me…’ a new group of women past by and the guys started to hit in them, lurking them in by mentioning me. ‘Fake friends…except for Steve and Jose, they are good guys, the only ones who are not playing stupid games with them.’ “Nick, this is….” They were introducing me to a young looking woman, who was uncomfortable. “Hi.” She says with a small smile on her face. “Hey.” “Just sit down next to him, he doesn’t bite.” They literally made her sit down. ‘Oh fucking god, just leave me alone!’ “I’ll bring you a drink sugar.” He disappears and I turned myself to her. “Listen, just go if you want to go. I’m not interested in what they want.” She nods and smiles. “Thank you, you seem like a nice genuine guy Nick.” And with that she disappears into the crowd again. “Hey, why did she leave?” I shrugged my shoulders. “I was not her type.”

I was back at the hotel, laying in bed as I was reading her text messages.

Y/n❤️: I’m okay, I just miss you 🙈

Y/n❤️: but how’s everything going so far?

Me: I’m coming home tomorrow…

Me: I miss you too baby

I lay my phone down and looked up at the ceiling. ‘I need her more than I think I do.’ I turned around to my side and closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep.

Y/n pov

I woke up and saw Nick texted me, he’s coming back home after 3 weeks. I smiled at our text messages. ‘He’s the best.’ I quickly send him a cute morning photo with my pregnant belly and got up to get a warm shower to relax. As I was showering I heard my phone going off, I carefully opened the glass door and grabbed my phone. *Nick❤️ is video calling* I smiled and accepted the call, he was sitting at the airport and immediately he smiles. “Hi Nicky.” I chirped as I only showed my face as tiny water droplets were rolling down my face. “Hey baby, how are you doing?” He was smiling like a little school boy in a candy store. “I’m okay, my feet are starting to hurt, they are swelling a bit.” “I’m coming home baby, I’m done here.” He went with his other hand through his hair, looking a bit upset. “I can’t wait to see you.” “Me too baby.” I giggled as he gave me a wink. “Your belly is growing fast now.” I nodded and rubbed my belly. “Yeah…can’t wait.” I gave him a shy smile and he nods. “Can’t wait either baby.” I saw him looking away. “Baby I have to go, I need to board my plane.” He got up and grabbed his bag. “Okay, be safe. I’ll see ya soon.” “I will, love ya.” “I love.” He hung up immediately. I placed my phone back and went back under the shower, smiling like an idiot.

Nick POV

I came home in the middle of the night. I silently walked upstairs with my bags in my hands. ‘She probably sleeping.’ I placed them in a corner in the hallway and slowly opens the bedroom door. She was sitting right up in bed, smiling as her nightlight was on. “Hi baby.” I softly said as I walked over to the bed, she was reaching her arms out to me. “Hi Nicky.” I thrown my clothes off and crawled in bed. “Come here.” She carefully moves over and lays her head against my shoulder. “I missed you.” I kissed her head and gently rubbed her belly. “I missed you too baby.” She placed a few kisses on my collarbone while tracing my chest. I was softly rubbing her belly as I felt the baby kick, a proud smile appeared on my face. “Baby…you felt that?” She nods and grabs my hand, placing it a bit lower. I felt a lot of movement. “He’s happy that you’re back.” “I’m happy to be back as well, little ninja is kicking some combos in there.” She giggles and softly squeezes my hand. “Don’t encourage him Nick, it hurt tho.” I looked at her as she looked a bit uneasy. I moved down to her belly, placing a few soft kissed on it, her hands went to my through my hair, softly massaging my head. “Listen here buddy, I need you to be nice to her. You need to wait a little bit longer to throw those combos my guy. Daddy will be there to make you a real ninja.” I heard her giggling and I looked up. “A ninja Nick, really?” I nodded and looked back and pressed a few kisses on the lower part of her belly. “I love you buddy.” I whispered against her skin as I felt happiness flowing through my chest. ‘I will always love my family even when I think I don’t need them….’

[sl-newsie]

Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter) Descendants 2- Ch. 11: Dare to Hope

I dash through the crowded streets back to the harbor as fast as I can, with the book containing the Sandersons tucked safely under my arm. Dodging and leaping over any obstacles while my brain races through multiple outcomes. I just hope I’m not too late… When I see Uma’s ship up ahead, I say a thousand prayers of thankfulness when I see Ben has been freed, and is alive! And- I literally run into a sword fight!

It’s pirates vs Auradon, and from the looks of it it seems like our side is losing. Sadly, my last binding spell drained what magic I had that will operate within the barrier. Still, I must do something!

“Guys- how can I help?” I yell over the noise of clanking metal.

“Grab a sword!” Jay orders as he deflects Harry’s attack.

“What? I’m not good with swords! I do magic, remember? And my magic won’t work in the barrier anymore!”

“Then do what you can!” Evie shouts from above.

Suddenly my long-silent empathy link flashes, signaling that Carlos is feeling stressed. I look around for him, and let out a sigh of relief when I see he’s alright. Just tired from fighting. As stressful as this day has been, it still brings my heart joy to see him even if his feelings for me have become shaded.

Gil sprints past me, and below I see Uma and Mal locked in battle. Seeing this chaos makes my head spin. My friends, fighting over what they think is right. When all along they all want the same thing: an equal world. How can I fight when I stand for both sides?

Then a thought occurs, and an idea grows. If it worked for Mother, it should work for me…

“Guys, cover your ears!” I jump onto a platform and begin to sing out to the quarreling VKs:

“Come, little children,

I'll take thee away,

Into a land of enchantment.

Come, little children,

The time's come to play,

Here in my garden of magic.”

While Mal and the others are muted to my spell, Uma’s crew is immediately taken by it and begin to walk towards me. I see Ben escape down the exit drainpipe, and take that as my cue to follow. When Uma snaps out of her trance and realizes what’s happened, she lets out a chilling snarl.

“Sanderson! I thought we understood each other! You could have made a good pirate, but instead you decide to help them keep us locked up here!”

I set my face to a firm look and shake my head. “You know nothing of what I’ve had to do today, Uma. You didn’t have to trap your mother in a book. I know very well of the pain that’s been happening here on the Isle. I have promised my mother, and I will promise you, that I will do everything I can to help. I will talk to Ben and find a reasonable solution.”

But Uma will not listen. She just keeps glaring at Mal and me, while Gil gives me one last wave before I head down the pipe after Ben. 

When I meet up with the others again they’re sprinting towards me.

“Get to the car!” Jay shouts and he yanks my arm.

“Thank God, you’re safe!” Carlos pulls me into a tight hug, and for a moment I forget why we’re running. “You got spelled, and I- I got so worried!”

His words bring me joy, and a pinch of hope that he still loves me. He wouldn’t say that if he didn’t care, right?

“Let’s go! Let’s go! Get in!”  Carlos all but shoves me into the car.

“Sheesh, Carlos! Calm down-”

He shuts the door and gives me a stern look. “I’m not leaving you here!”

Once everyone’s inside and Jay starts driving, Carlos pulls me in for another hug while Dude nuzzles into my lap.

“We missed you!” Dude whines.

I scratch his ears. “I missed you too, bud. All of you.” I turn to look at Ben, who seems to be having a silent conversation with Mal. “And I’m so glad to see that you’re all ok. You can’t imagine how I would feel if I let something happen to you.”

“Thanks for the help, trixie,” Jay calls from up front. “It’s good to have you back.”

But my return isn’t the pressing matter. Right now it seems as if Mal’s having her own internal struggle.

“Ben, I… I just need to think it over. I’m already trying to change, starting with leaving behind my spellbook.”

My thoughts come to a halt and my heart races. “You- you left your spellbook?” I ask in an uneven voice. “Mal, do you realize how dangerous that is? Anyone could pick it up and use it!”

“But magic doesn’t work inside the barrier.”

“Yeah, it does.”

Everyone gives me a funny look.

“My mother, Sarah, was able to lure me away and hypnotize me. When I was captured, my Aunt Winnie drained my magic and tried to use it to brew a potion. And I was able to hypnotize the pirates! So yes, Mal, magic does work!”

“It must be a glitch because the spell is so old,” Ben thinks out loud. 

“They drained your magic?” Carlos asks in a soft voice. “Did it hurt? Are you ok?”

“She should be in a couple seconds!” Lonnie calls.

Sure enough, when we drive through the invisible barrier I feel my energy being replenished. Growing, filling up inside as if drinking a warm cup of tea. I close my eyes and relax as my magic returns, letting purple flames crawl up my arms.

“Whoa, watch the fireshow, Sparks!” Ben fans the flames away from the seats and I give a sheepish look.

“Sorry. It just feels so good to have my powers back. I know I’m still me without them, but I still take pride in having magic. After seeing how my family uses their magic for evil, I want to prove everyone wrong and show it can be used for good.”

Carlos doesn’t miss a beat. “You are good, Magica. We’ll help Auradon see that. Right guys?”

“Definitely,” Ben agrees. “After talking with Uma, I’m going to start plans for a way to start letting more VKs back into Auradon.”

“Oh, yes!” I remember my promise and look down at my book. “I will help too, because I promised some people that they could leave someday.”

Evie frowns and points to the spellbook. “What’s that?”

“Um… It’s where my mother is, along with my aunts. My cousin Evangeline helped me trap them in here until they’re no longer a threat. She wants to leave just as much as Uma.”

Ben seems to recognize the name. “Isn’t she the daughter of Elphaba? Hm. She was never supposed to be locked up. Oz is out of our jurisdiction.”

Just goes to show just how wrong keeping VKs locked up can be.

Arriving back in Auradon is like seeing a new sunrise: incredibly refreshing. After we park the limo and make it back to the grounds, Jane comes running up.

“Ben, there you are! I wanted to show you the window design…”

I hang back with Jay and Carlos to avoid Ben’s awkward conversation with Mal.

“Art thou still going to the dance with Jane?” I try to ask in an encouraging voice, even though it makes my heart ache.

Carlos nods and bends down to pet Dude. “Yeah, but I still need to ask. I’m just too chicken.”

“Better do it soon,” Jay points out. “She won’t be here forever.”

I will.

When Ben finishes talking with Mal he walks off, leaving Evie to pull Mal away for their own chat. 

“No,” Carlos stops them.

Evie frowns. “No?”

“You’re always going off in a huddle, doing your ‘girl talk,’ and Jay and I are tired of it.”

Jay gets an awkward look and grunts. “I’m not.”

Carlos ignores him and continues. “We’re all family. We’ve been through a lot together. Everyone sit.”

He sits criss-cross with Dude on his lap, and eventually the others copy him.

I bite my lip. Oh. A family meeting. Once again, I’m cast out. So… I’ll go catch up with Ben to give them some privacy-

“Magica, where are you going?” Carlos asks.

I turn around. “I’m… I’m not one of you guys. I’m not a true VK at heart. You’ve known each other all your life. You’re- it’s like you said, Carlos. You’re family. And in my case family comes in short supply.”

“But Magica,” Carlos gets up and tilts my chin up to make me look at his chocolate eyes. “You’re our family too.”

Do not hope, do not dare to think he still cares… He still wants Jane, after all… How can he be so caring yet still blind to see that I still love him?

I swallow and fight the tears threatening to form, joining the others on the ground. We all look at each other, unsure what to say.

“I don’t know how to start girl talk,” Carlos states awkwardly.

We all continue to glance at each other, until Jay breaks the silence.

“What up?” Nice way to break the ice.

“Mess. I’m such a mess!” Mal laughs nervously.

I chuckle darkly. “Um, you’re a mess? I nearly cursed the whole school last year and my aunt just tried to turn me evil!”

“Six months ago I was stealing candy from babies, and now people want me to be this ���lady of the court’ and I have no idea how to do it!”

I lean over and take Mal’s hand. “How do you think it was for me when I got dragged here from my home and became Ben’s Royal Advisor? Mal, with age and time comes wisdom. I know it’s hard being forced to adapt to something new so quickly, but you’ll learn. I know first hand how stubborn and naive Auradon can be, so let’s prove them wrong. You’ve got us to help you.”

Mal lifts her eyes to mine, and we share an unspoken understanding. We can’t choose our lives, so we must make do and struggle through what’s been given to us. 

“See. This was dumb.” Jay goes to get up but Evie gives him a glare.

“No, it wasn’t. We’ll always be the kids from the Isle. Those are our roots, no matter how hard we try to forget. We’ll never be like anyone else here, and that’s ok.”

Mal shakes her head. “We can’t fake it. Especially without my spellbook.” 

I frown. “Mal, you’re more than just your spellbook. Just like how I’m more than my magic. We have other qualities that define us, like character and a true heart.” My words cause her to relax a little. “Is there anything else that’s wrong?”

She nods and looks to the ground. “It’s Ben. He… He really wants to be with me. He’s willing to give up being king just to be with me. But I don’t think I’m good enough for him. He doesn’t need to get mixed up with my problems.”

Just like me with Carlos. I can’t let her make the same mistake.

“Mal… Ben loves you more than anything in this world or any other. He would kill and die for you. Do not be so hasty and selfish to reject his love just because you have doubts of yourself. Everyone is flawed. Ben knows your flaws, and he still loves you. Please, choose wisely.”

“If Ben doesn’t like the real you, then he’s not the one,” Carlos says.

“If he doesn’t still love you, he doesn’t deserve you,” I add. “When I first met you, I had doubts just like everyone else. But after seeing how you all stick together and care for each other, it showed me that you all have a strong bond that many people wish they had.”

“And you’re a part of that too, Magica.” Carlos squeezes my hand. “You’ve proven to be a loyal VK, and an even better friend. If you ever need anything, we’re here for you.”

The unshed tears return, and I’m fighting so hard not to crack. I’m here for Mal and Ben. They deserve happiness. 

Evie stands up and points to the dorms. “I’m going to make some changes to your dress, if you’re up for it. Ok?”

“Meeting adjourned!” I look over and see Jane staring at her clipboard, and before I can let more jealousy and disappointment poison my thoughts I poke Carlos’ shoulder and point. “You know, if you’re looking for the right moment, now’s the time. Good luck.”

He gives me a nervous smile and nods, then runs off with Dude at his feet.

It’s done. I’ve officially let go of my true love, and any potential hope of finding a happy ever after. I did it for him… Because I took too long to realize I never needed to change myself for him, he still loved me when I was reckless.

Now I allow my tears to flow. Slipping on my cloak and sprinting off to the dorms after Evie as my softened heart begins to harden and break. It’s not until I hide behind a nearby tree that a familiar face brings me a sliver of joy.

“Twilight! Dear cat, it’s good to see you,” I whisper as I hug the soft feline close to me.

Meow?

I sniff. “No, he loves someone else now.”

Twilight perches up on my shoulder and I continue to sneak inside the dorms to find Evie, a distant memory of a lullaby drifting through my head:

“Yet I feel my heart is aching,

Though it doesn't beat it's breaking.

And the pain here that I feel,

Try and tell me it's not real.

I know that I am dead…

Yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed."

[calekinnieplus]

Young and old, gather round. For I have returned from my slumber to write an update to what I've read today! Almost 3 hours! Not as much as Peak binging time, but definitely good compared to the last few weeks. Left off at chapter 1140.

Did you miss me? <3

(Probably not, I was still posting quotes, comments and all that jazz~)

First of all, Klein advanced to Sequence 3 Scholar of Yore!! My boy, he's growing up so fast... Feels like yesterday when he was still a teeny tiny Nighthawk. Now, he's closer to divinity than a regular human.

Second of all, we met Mr. Door! Albeit, not from Klein’s POV, but from Trissy's. Not much to say about him yet, the most info about him came from Roselle's diary.

Speaking of which, I read this a few days ago, but Roselle was freakin Corrupted?? Possibly by either the underground corruption or the cosmos corruption. Crazy shit, innit? There's so much to explore in this world!! But the outcomes usually bring more harm that's difficult to make up for. Kudos to Cuttlefish

Trissy Cheek as the Primordial Demoness' Blessed and Klein Moretti as the Evernight Goddess' Blessed: FIGHT!

Lmao, their fates are so fucked up, the only options are either to laugh at it or cry.

Fors Wall's fear of Gehrman Sparrow will never cease to amuse me. It's so FUNNY, like?? He completely terrifies her and it's hilarious to see that just as Klein lampoons dramatically in his head. It's adorable~

Derrick and company successfully entered the Giant King's Court and through that, Klein found out some more stuff about the Dark Angel, such as the fact that he's supposedly sleeping behind that door and Klein has the key. Cool stuff! Dangerous and lowkey gives me anxiety at some points, but cool stuff!

(Bonus: Frank Lee's mushrooms have now made an appearance in the City of Silver. Oh dear.)

Amon is as terrifying as ever, while also being a silly little fuck. He's literally going like "hm, to kill...? Not the kill...? What to do, what to do..." and it Cracks me up HAH

Lastly, Klein is planning to interrupt King George III's advancement ritual to the Black Emperor throne (fucked up spot, tbh. The history tied to that name, sheesh...). He'll be fine, but I hope we'll get out of it relatively fine, considering the ending of volume 5 is approaching and from past experiences, a volume ending always has some bittersweet emotions attached there

80% done with the novel, I'm making decent progress :)

Until next time! Praise the Fool!

[silvermoon-scrolls]

To Be or Not To Be, Yourself

Fandom: Young Hercules Pairing: None Word count: 487 Content warning: Questionable ethics? My humor?

For @deanobingo – Also available on AO3 Promts used: Iolaus and Honesty (or lack there of)

Summary: Iolaus feels Hercules needs help in the chatting-up-girls department, and naturally he has a plan to help a fellow cadet out (and maybe himself, too).

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“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Hercules looked mighty uncomfortable as he stopped outside the tavern, clearly reluctant to continue inside.

“It’s a great idea,” Iolaus said with enough confidence to make a pig fly. “How many girls have you scored with, huh?”

“None,” Hercules admitted. “But I haven’t really been try–”

“Exactly,” Iolaus interrupted. “And do you know why that is?” He poked his friend in the chest and immediately answered the prompted query himself. “Because you don’t know how to relax and just be yourself around girls. And since you aren’t comfortable being yourself, it only stands to reason that you should pretend to be someone else!” he explained with the air of a man who was secure in his knowledge that his reasoning was beyond reproach.

Hercules however did not seem to be entirely convinced of his friend’s logic. “I don’t know… It feels dishonest.”

“Don’t see it as lying. Just, you know, putting forth another version of you. One that’s a confident ladies man.” Iolaus nudged Hercules in the ribs and winked.

“But isn’t the whole point of being in a relationship with someone that you’re supposed to be able to be yourself with each other?” Hercules asked hopefully.

Iolaus abruptly brought up his hand. “Who-ah! Going a little fast there aren’t you? Who said anything about relationships?”

“But…” Hercules looked confused. “I thought– Isn’t that the goal?” he asked uncertainly.

Iolaus gave him a look of such incredulity that Hercules started to question whether he had suddenly grown an extra head or or maybe a disturbingly disgusting mole right between the eyes. “Uhm, then why do you want to talk to girls so badly, what's the point…?”

“‘What’s the point?’” Iolaus echoed with a hint of annoyance. “Sheesh, Herc. How much of this birds and bees thing am I gonna have to teach you?”

A large grin appeared on Iolaus’ face as he noted Hercules’ cheeks slowly grow beet red. “There you go,” he said, slapping the demigod on the back. “I knew you would get on the right page eventually.” Confident that his friend was won over now that he obviously was thinking of the right kind of things, Iolaus gently got them moving towards the tavern again. 

“Now remember,” he urged – his voice taking on that certain characteristic it did whenever he relayed one of his 'foolproof' schemes. “We are students from an art school in Athens. You’re a sculptor and I’m a poet – chicks dig that mushy, artsy stuff – and we’re here looking for the most beautiful girls in the land as inspiration for our art pieces.”

His partner's intricate background story faded into the background as Iolaus pushed him through the doorway of the tavern and on to this week’s inevitable doom. A sculptor was all well and good, Hercules thought. But what he really needed to be, was a person who knew how to say 'no'.

[kaija-rayne-author]

CW spiders mention

Made it to the Last Light Inn last night. To each their own but I couldn't squish that drider fast enough for my liking. Yuergh. Dunno if it's because I've read how driders are made, or just the overall thing but really didn't enjoy the way he made me feel like I needed a shower. I gathered he's likely supposed to make us feel that way, but yuergh.

I actually like spiders! I think they're neat. But driders are apparently very off the menu for me. Not happening.

Have y'all figured out who The Guardian probably is? I think I have, but obviously no spoilers.

And Halsin finally had some new dialogue lines for me. He may grow on me yet, he's a smooth talker.

Next playthrough I'm waiting 'til closer to the end of the act to rescue him. Him as a camp decoration just was a bit meh.

I'm used to getting my companions as quickly as possible from DAI, so I assumed I should do that in this one too.

It's not that you can't, I obviously did, but he just doesn't do much in camp until the Shadowlands.

Rolan is completely different at the Inn. I didn't expect that. I liked him before. Sheesh.

[evcryopeneye]

While Kalm had been just what they needed, seeing Cloud back up on his feet beat all of it. Yuffie hadn’t exactly found it easy but it was her responsibility. Not just because she was his partner but because this felt like her fault. That was something that was going to take a while to deal with but it didn’t matter much now. The story would stand to prove that even the worst moments in their lives were going to pass. 

Edge city was next on the horizon. It was impressive, mostly in terms of how fast it was growing. Yuffie hadn’t been here since it was nothing more than make shift huts huddled together. While she was aware how that made her sound like some prehistoric time traveller it as a testament to the cities speed. 

Eyes watched the city going past, awe and joy mixed together that were just enough to distract her from her nerves. “Are you kidding me, this is way nicer than I expected.” No she’d been imagining something closer to the landfill that Midgar was.  The fact one could look up and see the sky was a massive improvement after all. 

“Jeez, this has grown fast.” A bright smile she tried to catch his gaze. “How often do they have to update the map…sheesh.” 

Kalm proved to be the best choice for the couple. The innkeeper, a kind soul, offered them a room, no charge, and no questions, giving Cloud ample time to recover from his injuries. The first few days were the worst; Yuffie became his lifeline, fetching food, books, and anything to keep the restless madness at bay. Then, he forced himself to walk outside when he couldn't take it anymore. He went upstairs to the cozy rooftop that overlooked the city. Kalm was where he and Tifa spoke of their past, sharing painful memories with the rest of the gang. Arms crossed, he leaned against the rail, a deep breath filling his lungs.

So much had changed, he thought. He wondered about Red, or Nanaki as he's now known. Had he take his role as Watcher of the Vale? Did Cid plan on bringing Shera the airship to Edge again? A smile crossed his face. Life was a funny thing—never consistent and never finished, even after your last breath.

[yesitsmewhataboutit]

give me something with hard dom shinsou please i am begging

»»——⍟——««A/n: I originally labeled this as a drabble, but here we are, 1k words later (also me realizing this the first time I’ve done something for shinsou that’s not a Headcanon) also the first time I’ve done hard dom pretty sure- sheesh, I hope this ok😭

Warnings⚠️: rough sex, praise, throatf*cking

»» y’all can thank @munsonsins for this btw. She posted visuals 🤧🥴 ««

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His hands are all over you. All you can feel is him and the couch material under your bare back. "This' ok, right darling?" Shinsou asks, his hands running down your body, already unclasping your bra but not pulling it off yet.

You nod, ready to take all he plans on giving you. "You have to be verbal. Use your words," he says lowly, ducking his head down to kiss your neck, leaving a dark mark on the most sensitive spot.

"Yes. Yes. Hitoshi, keep going," you moan, your hips starting to grind against his clothed cock.

Shinsou smirks, his hand going to your hips, holding you down so you can't move. "Are we being greedy today? Or are you going to be a good girl and obey me?" he asks, lifting his head up to look into your eyes. Embarrassment from his words floods through your blood, and automatically you stop squirming under his touch, ready to wait and obey him. After a second, you feel his other hand grab your chin, turning your head to face him. "Say it. Say you'll obey me," he says in a dark tone.

You bite your lip. "I'll obey you," you mumble.

"Hey." He titles your head again. "Look me in the eye when you speak to me. Can you do that?"

"Y-Yes," you say.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

A smirk grows on his lips as he begins trailing his hand down into your underwear. "Good." He leans down, connecting your lips in a lustful, rough kiss as he sticks two fingers in your slick pussy, grinding them up against your walls, your moan into his mouth making his cock twitch in his boxers, precum staining the fabric.

Hitoshi pulls his hand away when he feels you grinding into it, not giving you a second to whine before flipping you both over, making you straddle his waist, feeling his clothed cock press against your clit. You can't help but grind against it, moaning and panting as pleasure shoots through you.

"Aht, aht. I thought you said you'd be good. This' not good behavior," he says in a warning tone, his hands wrapping around your waist and tugging you a few inches back, making you pout. "If you really want to show you can be a good girl, make that prettier little mouth useful and wrap it around my cock, yeah?"

You nod, biting your lip as you move down between his legs. "Yes, sir." You pull his boxers down, pulling out his cock, feeling the weight in your hand as you wrap your mouth around the tip, sucking and swirling your tongue around him. Shinsou moans, his eyes rolling as he watches his cock disappear into your throat, feeling it contract and squeeze around him as you take more and more.

You begin to bob your head, sucking and moving your tongue around him as you speed up, his grunts and groans incentive to keep going, knowing you're doing it right. The noises he makes send pulses right to your pussy, making you pool and drip into your underwear, no doubt a wet spot now apparent.

You snake your hand down, putting two fingers in your pussy and starting to rock against your hand, making you moan and close your eyes as you continue taking him down your throat. "Hey!" Shinsou's voice breaks you from your mind. You slow your pace and look up at him. "K-Keep," he has to clear his throat, the way you're sucking his cock inching him closer and closer to his release, "keep your fingers out of your pussy. That's for my finger. My mouth. My cock only."

You moan around him in understanding, pulling your hand up and beginning your original fast pace back, trying to get him to cum so he'll take over and pound you the way you want. After a few more seconds, you feel his hand wrap around the back of your head. One hand on the back, one on the side as he slides down on the couch a bit, widening his legs and thrusting hard into the back of your throat. Moaning and throwing his head back as he savors the feeling of you gagging and struggling around his cock.

He brings you up slowly, giving you a few seconds to breathe before shoving you down again, moving your head and thrusting at a rhythm. The only sounds are his grunts, and your gags as his tip hits the back of your throat. All you can focus on is breathing when you get a chance and sucking him as much as you can, and he's rough and fast, using both his hands as leverage to drill into your throat.

Everything moves so fast while he does that, and before you know it, he's pulling you off his cock and picking you up, pressing you against a nearby wall and pulling your underwear off, sinking his hard, throbbing cock into your pussy, making you moan into his neck.

"You alright, darling?" he asks, slowing for a moment.

"Yes, sir," you assure him, securing your arms around his neck.

He nods and begins thrusting, hard and fast, pinning you to the wall. "So good. You feel so good for me. You know that? My good girl," he grunts, feeling your walls squeeze him tighter and tighter as you moan. "Ya gonna cum for me? You gonna cum and make a mess of my cock?" he asks. Shinsou pulls your arms from his neck, his hands wrapping around your wrists and pinning them against the wall as he continues to pound you into it.

"Say it. Say you're gonna make a mess. Say how much you love my cock."

"Love your cock. Love it so much, Hitoshi, please, please, make me cum," you beg and whine, arching your back and making him go deeper.

Shinsou groans and pulls you from the wall, bringing you back to the couch, bending you over the back, and drilling his cock back into you. His thrusts have so much force they shake the couch, but neither of you cares as you feel your orgasm approaching. "Such a good girl for me. My good girl. Making me feel so good," he moans, angling his hips to a new spot, making you moan and begin cumming, panting as your legs give out. You feel him wrap his arm under your waist to keep you up as he begins thrusting harder, pounding you down into the couch, using all his strength as he feels his cock start pulsing cum.

Shinsou moans, cum spurting from his cock into your pussy, painting your walls a clean sheet of white, his thrusts not letting up. He continues thrusting, making sure to prolong the orgasm as much as he can before pulling away from you, turning you around, and pressing your back into the couch, connecting your lips in a long kiss.

With a smirk, he says, "Yeah, my good girl."

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[myinternetaddictworld]

Kiss It Better {P.P}

MINORS DNI 18+

This one is kinda longer than my last posts so if you’re looking for a longer read here ya go. Smut toward the end for my favorite little freaks 🤭

CW: college! peter x reader, oral sex (f receiving) body worship, multiple orgasms, possessive peter if you squint

You were never one for relationships. You figured because you always moved around so much growing up, there wasn't much of a point to getting close to anyone. You figured it would just hurt less to keep to yourself. Since graduating high school, your mom moved once again, this time to New York City. This was the biggest city you had lived in yet. Money was so tight, that rather than starting university right away, you decided to work and help your mom out as long as possible. You referred to it as a "gap" year but really you weren't sure how long this little break was gonna last. All you knew was that you needed to find a job and you had to do it fast. Luckily you found one; a cashier at a small bodega near your apartment.

The owners were nice and although the money wasn't that much, they promised you more after your first three weeks. You liked the environment and the local customers were surprisingly sweet. Most of them were nice older people usually coming to pick up their morning newspaper and maybe a lotto ticket. Your favorite customer, however, was a tall, curly-headed brunette who looked around your age. He would always come in and grab the same four items: a bacon egg and cheese bagel, a bag of barbeque Lay's, an Arizona iced tea, and a bag of M&M's. He must've been a regular for a while because your manager knew him by name; Peter. The two of you both enjoyed small talk from time to time. You even started having little inside jokes that he would shyly bring up every chance he could get.

One day, you supposed he finally got the nerve up to ask you for your number because he seemed super nervous when he did. From that day on, you two became really close friends. His aunt May even loved you, often inviting you over for dinner. You would be lying if you said the two of you hadn’t “fooled around” a bit in the months you’ve been in New York. The first time it was your idea. You proposed it after a fun night out clubbing with the boy. With the small amount of alcohol in your system, you embarrassingly mentioned how attracted to him you were as well as the few wet dreams you had about him. Peter didn't oblige so you found your partially exposed back pressed against the cold interior of the bathroom stall. It was messy—very messy but you loved every bit of it. From that point on the two of you were classic friends with benefits. It's not like the two of you fucked every chance you got, but when the both of you were in the mood and available, you always took the opportunity.

"Hey sleepy head," he said walking into your empty store.

"Hey," you grumbled out, placing some juice cartons into one of the now empty refrigerators.

"Jesus, good morning to you too," he laughed.

"Sorry, just not having the best morning," you say tossing the plastic container that held the cartons in the trash.

"Sheesh, sorry. Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Don't you have work in like half an hour?" you say, looking at him.

"Please, work can wait...plus I wanna know what's wrong with my favorite person."

The comment made you smile.

"...I'll tell you later," you say. Peter frowns.

"Seriously, I'll meet you at your place when I get off," you said, looking at the cash register in front of you.

"Okay...but promise me you won't mope around all day or otherwise I will too,"

This comment makes you let out a small laugh.

"Alright, I promise Parker. Now go, before you miss your train again."

He smiles, before leaning over the counter and placing a small, chaste kiss on your forehead.

"Okay, okay I'm out the door." he says quickly grabbing his items and placing his money on the counter. With a small ding of the door alarm, Peter is gone.

You loved when Peter and you shared small domestic moments like that. Of course, he wasn't your boyfriend, but he was the closest thing you had ever had to one. When the two of you first started messing around, you were also the one who insisted on not putting a label on it; more just enjoying each other's company. He hesitantly agreed. Despite the "no label/ just friends" agreement, Peter was still one of the sweetest guys you had ever been with. Always opening doors for you, insisting on taking you to his favorite restaurants, and even buying you little gifts here and there.

The real reason you were so upset was that your mother broke the news to you that this would be your last week in New York. She had gotten laid off from her job and there was no way she could make next month's rent in time. Even with the money you were making, there was no way the two of you would be able to afford to stay. In any other case, you would be slightly disappointed but quickly get over it. In this case, you were angry. New York was the first place you felt you fit in and most of all you were nowhere near ready to lose Peter. The thought of you ate at you for the rest of your shift. You hadn’t even realized how fast time was passing. It was now 5 PM and time for you to leave. You let your manager know you were on the way out and gathered your things.

The city looked nice as you walked to Peter’s apartment. Once you arrived you knocked at the door that Peter quickly answered.

“Hey bug, May is working a little late tonight but I could order us pizza if you’re super hungry,” he said as you made your way into his apartment. He had just gotten out of the shower; you could tell because his hair was wet and his lower half dawned a bath towel.

“It’s okay, i’m not really hungry right now.” you say smiling.

“Come here,” he says walking over and pulling you into a hug. His damp hair brushed against you, making you laugh.

Despite this, you loved his hugs. You loved how he always smelled of vanilla. His hugs made you forget everything bad in the world.

“I missed you today,” he said while pulling away.

“I missed you too,” you say secretly missing his embrace.

“So how was work? Do you feel any better from this morning?” he says motioning you to follow him to the couch.

“Uhm, yeah a little,” you say awkwardly taking a seat next to him.

“You sure?”

You nod. He pats his lap urging you to lay on him. You oblige. He begins playing with your hair. You enjoy sitting in this comfortable silence with him.

“Can I have a kiss,” you say, shyly.

“Of course, Princess.”

You sit up and Peter pulls you on to his lap. He leans in and kisses you. Your stomach does cartwheels. You deepen the kiss as you wrap arms around his neck. He’s the first to break the heated kiss.

“Someone’s excited to be with me, huh?” he teases. You laugh.

“It’s okay, I’m a little excited too…” he says as he shifts beneath you. He’s hard, you can feel it through the towel.

“Wow Peter, it’s been like .2 seconds and you’re hard?”

“Hey, you’re the one sitting on my lap, how can I not get hard?” he says, leaning back. You

“Okay, okay.” you’re right, you giggle. You climb from atop of him and lay on the opposite end of the couch.

“Take me big boy,” you say jokingly. Peter crawls over you, leaning down to kiss you again. This kiss different from the first one. This one needy and desperate. It had been weeks since the two of you hooked up. You were busy with work and he was busy with school. Both of you could agree this was much needed.

The kiss soon moved from your lips to your cheeks and eventually to your neck. Peter knew your body better than anyone else you had ever been with. He quickly found the sweet spot of your neck which earned a quiet moan from you. He lightly tugged at the fabric of your shirt. You help him by grabbing the material and pulling it up before he finishes pulling it completely off. His head dips down to your chest, kissing each of your breasts and reaching back up to your lips.

"Mhm--there's just something about taking your work clothes off of you," he says, now hovering just above your face. You laugh and playfully roll your eyes.

Peter stares deeply into your eyes. His eyes fixated on your face makes you a little nervous.

Pete...is there something on my face?" you giggle

"What? No." he responds

"Then why are you staring so hard, dork," you say trying to get him to stop.

"You just looked really pretty then," he started.

"--Not that you don't look beautiful all of the time, it was just right there..." he trailed off.

"Wait," he said pushing himself off of you.

"Pete~~" you whine, seeing him walk out of view to presumably get something.

"Stay in that position," you hear him yell from his bedroom. He shortly returns with his prized film camera.

He holds the camera up and quickly takes a photo.

"Peter, I wasn't ready for that," you continue to whine.

"Yes, you were." he says walking toward you to show you the picture. The picture was actually beautiful. It was you, laying on Peter's couch with your back slightly arched. Your hair messily framed your face and the slight sunset lit one side of your face.

You blush as Peter continues to hold the camera in front of you. This must be how he sees me all the time? you think. The thought lingers in your head for a bit.

"So, you like the picture then? You keep blankly staring at it," he laughs.

"Yes, Peter. I love the picture," you smile.

"...and I love you," he says placing the camera down and looking at you.

Once you had fully processed what he had said, your brain went into panic mode. Peter just told you that for the first time. You sat there with wide eyes and your mouth agape.

"I know we agreed on no 'boyfriend or girlfriend lables' and no 'I love yous' but I felt like saying it and have for a while so I figured I say it. You don't have to say it back or even feel it but I just thought you should know..." he trailed off, turning his eyes to his feet.

You felt your eyes begin to well with tears.

"I'm sorry if I made it awkward, it's just I'm not so used to the whole 'friends with benefits' thing and I really like you. That's why I said you didn't have to say it back. We can keep whatever relationship--or non-relationship we have going on." he continued.

By this point, tears were pouring out of your eyes. Peter finally took the time to focus his attention from the floor back up to you.

"Oh my god, I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm so sorry--ugh please don't cry. Uh-- I didn't mean it!" he says, quickly leaning down to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

"You didn't mean it?!" you say, now almost sobbing.

"No I did mean it, I just don't want you to cry because I said it." he said, his voice wavering. His words felt rushed, apologetic.

"Peter, I'm not crying because you said it!" you say, sitting up and pushing him slightly away from you.

"You're not?" he says, immediately taking a seat right next to you.

Your hands came up to your face to catch the continually falling tears.

"No," you sniffle out.

"Do you secretly hate me?" he said.

"What?! Peter, of course not!" you say slightly raising your voice.

"Then why are you crying?" he says, moving your hands from your face and replacing them with his own.

"I'm leaving," you say, barely above a whisper.

"Huh? Like right now?" he says, his eyes widening.

"No, like New York." you say, avoiding eye contact.

Peter's lip twitches slightly.

"Funny joke." he says. You feel his eyes burning a hole into you.

"I'm not kidding. Mom's been laid off and rent is due in a week. She's already drawing up all the moving papers." you say, averting your eyes at his. Peter sits there in silence.

You continue to stare at him, trying to gauge his reaction.

"This is not how I saw this playing out," he said finally breaking the silence. Your glance softens as you see his lip began to slightly quiver.

"Maybe May and I could help, just for the next few months--"

"Peter, we both know I can't accept your money."

"Yes, you could! I want you to have it."

You shake your head.

"Please--" he whispered out.

The two of you sat there, in silence again.

"Guess what though?" you say reaching your hands up to the sides of his face.

"What?" he says disappointedly.

"...I love you too, Peter Benjamin Parker." Peter's lips bust into a small smile.

"You're gonna be really hard to forget, you know that?"

You lightly gasp.

"Well, I would hope you wouldn't forget me."

"Forgetting feels easier than missing you every day. You sigh. Your body can’t produce anymore tears but your eyes still burn.

“You don’t have to miss me just yet…I’m still here till next Friday… I mean we can still enjoy each other’s company till I leave,” you say, your voice inflecting a more of a question than a statement.

“Yeah, I know.” he says placing his hands over yours.

Peter cocks his eyebrow.

“Are you seriously still trying to fuck after this depressing ass news?”

You laugh, hard. The laugh almost made you forget the pain you were feeling prior.

“Would you kill me if I was?” you say.

“No, it would just leave me with a bunch of unanswered questions and trauma,” he joked.

“What?” you say, giggling.

“I just mean…” he hesitates. He clears his throat so his words come out more serious.

“If you weren’t leaving, would all this still be just fun between us? Like would we just go back to being ‘friends with benefits’?”

You sigh.

“Peter…I knew I would dread this day if it came.”

His kissed his teeth.

“So the answer would be Yes? Got it, in your world apparently ‘friends with benefits’ say I love you to each other.

“Stop, okay!” you begin.

“I never said anything. Peter, I really do love you. I’m in love with you. If I were staying, I’d be attached to you at the hip. Hell, you’d be begging me to leave you alone,” you say. The earns a small chuckle from the man.

“I would like that—or let me rephrase. Would’ve have liked that very much.” he says, pulling your hands away from his face and interlocking them with his.

“Me too.” you say staring at him fondly.

“Who says we can’t make long distance work?”

“Peter we don’t even know where we’re moving to yet—plus…long distance never works. You’re gonna be so busy with school and I’m probably gonna find another job. We’ll eventually grow apart and start resenting each other.”

“Not if you go into it with that attitude. I’m willing to do what it takes.” he says.

You think for a moment.

“I say we try it and if we hate, we call it off. Or I come and see you every break I have. It’s at least worth a shot, right?” he says, his eyes glistening with hope.

Peter has always been an optimist. This quality of his shined even on the darkest days.

“Okay.”

“Yeah? Okay?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay as in we’re doing this whole boyfriend-girlfriend situation?”

“Yes Peter!” you laugh.

“Really? Like for real? he says, confirming one more time.

“Oh my god, Peter you’re my boyfriend.” you say.

His eyes light up. He quickly grabs your face and peppers kisses on your lips and both your cheeks.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he says, in between pecks.

“For what?” you say blushing.

“For…saying you’ll be mine.

He finishes with chaste kiss on your lips.

“Now that we’ve sealed the deal… don’t you think it’s only fair to commemorate this moment?” he says suggestively.

“Now who’s just trying to fuck?” you laugh.

“Hey, you were trying to do it way before we agreed you were my girlfriend,” he stated

“Touché…” you giggle.

“Now, if you’ll let me,” he says, pushing your back onto the couch. His lips joined with yours as he climbed on top of you. Your arms reached around his neck, to once again deepen the kiss. Peter’s hands began to wander your torso before finding their way up to your chest.

“Mhm— take this off baby…please,” he said reaching his hands underneath you to help unclasp your bra. He had gone through this motion so many times before that he could basically do it with one hand. He slowly pryed the piece of fabric off of you, revealing your bare chest.

“God, I will never get tired of seeing these,” he said dipping his head down and kissing the tops of each one. Your fingers found themselves in the back of his hair, tugging; urging him to go lower.

“I know, I know baby. I can smell how wet you are. Just let me appreciate you a little more. Show you, you’re mine.” he let out softly before finally placing his mouth around one of your now sensitive nipples. You gave an airy moan. Peter began alternating between kissing and sucking each one, gaging your reactions to each action. His hands continued wandering as he made his way to the zipper of your jeans. He slowly unzipped them and slid his hand in.

“God, baby your panties are soaked,” he groaned out.

“My pretty girl, you’re so good to me.” he said slightly menacingly.

He continued his work on your chest while slowly lightly rubbing his fingers up and down your clothed slit.

The grip you had on his hair was only tightening as he worked his magic.

With one small ‘pop’ he came up from your chest and kissed your lips.

“I wanna fuck you so good right now that you still remember it when you leave,” he says, looking down at you. You smile, once again bringing your lips up to his.

“Mm— let’s get you out of these too,” he says breathing into the kiss. His hands pull your jeans off from under you, tossing them onto the floor. Your panties and Peter’s towel are quick to follow.

Peter pushes himself down, placing small kisses on down stomach. He stops when he finally reaches your wet heat. He places one last light kiss on it before singling out the tiny bunch of nerves that lay right at the top. His tongue wastes no time moving in ways that make your head spin. Peter takes his time with this. All the sexual encounters you two have shared have usually been rushed and messy. It wasn’t supposed to be pretty. But not tonight, tonight Peter was giving you a show. The lewd noises you were make probably made it sound like you were giving him one too.

He alternated between softly sucking it and rubbing his tongue across it with just the right amount of pressure. His eyes never left yours. His hands, of course, continued the work on your chest that his mouth was once doing. His mouth dropped a little, as his tongue found its way in and out of your opening. You felt a ball form in your stomach. You began clenching every time his mouth found a new pleasurable spot. He knew you were close and was determined to get you there. He dug his head deeper into your heat, maintaining the motions from earlier. The new pressure was enough to send you over the edge. Your legs began to clench around his head, earning a deep moan from him.

“Shit Peter—” you cried as you rode out your orgasm. Peter’s head remained in between your legs as he tried to bring you to another orgasm.

“Ah—s-so sensitive Pete,” you whine out. Your hands tug on his hair. With one long lick, Peter pulls his mouth off of you, leaving a long line of saliva dripping as he pulls up.

“Oh my god, Pete.” you say trying to catch your breath.

“You okay?” he laughs.

You nod.

“I wanna return the favor…” you say trying to push yourself up.

“Later,” he said pushing you back down.

You furrowed your brow.

“It’s not that I don’t want you to, I just wanna take care of you right now.” he says, climbing atop of you again.

You smile, pulling him into another kiss.

“I also don’t know how long I could last if you went down on me right now,” he laughs. He lightly grinds against your leg, most likely to remind you of his still prevalent boner.

“I want you to get off too,” you say softly.

“Yeah?” he smirks. Your hand finds it’s way to his member, slowly stroking it up and down. Peter groans into your ear.

“Fuck baby,”

“Cmon, fuck me Peter…please,”

“Don’t have to ask me twice,” he laughs.

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Heyooo i’ve been gone a minuet but i just started my second year of college and things are getting kinda hectic lmao. Hope this one isn’t that bad, i may write a second part possible with more sexy time. Also if you couldn’t tell i def have a thing for Peter fresh out of the shower lmao. Let me know what you think!! <3 follow for more; requests are open!

[misterallfiction]

“『Well, look what the cat dragged in! Or ram. Do rams drag things? Probably not, they're weird little--』”

He stops mid-annoying, tangential insult when he turns around to face her. And his expression immediately shifts from his jovial facade to one of surprise. Shock, even. It was as though he was staring at someone he didn't know. Or something that didn't make sense. The expression lasts for all of two seconds, with an almost imperceptible furrowing of his brows, before that jovial expression worms it's way onto his face once more.

“『Sheesh, what are they giving you people these days? Been hitting the gym? The juice?? They grow up so fast! Too fast! You shouldn't be taller than me, asshole!』”

@misterallfiction

𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕! 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝! 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚔𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚠𝚊?

[meanmisscharles]

OKAY, BUT HAVE YA'LL EVEN CONSIDERED

How adorable a pregnant Ed would be? I don't care if you imagine an omega!Ed, or a transmasc!Ed, you can have so much fun with Blackbonnet that way!

Stede: "Good afternoon! I'm Stede and I'll be leading the raid on your ship today! Now, if you look over to your left here - no, further up - yes! There, under the parasol, is the dread pirate Blackbeard, who'll be supervising from our ship. What? No, he's not going to be joining us. Tetchy tummy this morning and had a devil of a time getting to sleep last night, if I'm honest. So, just surrender if you don't want your skull caved in by a - what? Oh, he's due in July, but my money's on late June. You know how it is with the first baby. Speaking of money, would you like to put a little something in this card we have? The survivors of the last two raids all chipped in and - what? Yes, you can sign it. Just put your x anywhere you can find room. Hm? Oh, You know a vessel that has ginger beer, in the area? Good, then I can spare you my wrath..."

Calico Jack: "You sure it ain't mine? skshsksk! I'm fucking kidding, man! Sheesh, can't take a fucking joke now? So anyways, maybe I got a gift for your crotch dropping, if you go in for that kind of thing now. Don't go making a fuss over it! It's just some fancy pants doll house, with teeny tiny, fucking furniture and itty bitty rugs and whatever fuck all else that goes into that kind of fancy fuck shit. If the kid doesn't like it, give it to your guy Steve, he'll eat that shit right up. So, you want to practice nursing it with me? Y'know, slip a lil' nip to ol' Jack, or - FUCK! That kick fucking hurt, man! I caught a cannonball on that side!"

Izzy: "All right, you useless, fucking lot - I'm leading the next raid, by order of your captain, Blackbeard! We're going to board this vessel that is carrying, *checks notes* palampores! That's a fancy bedspread to you dogs! We're not just snatching anything. We're looking for,"*checks another page of notes* SOOTHING FUCKING COLORS, PREFERABLY FLOWER PATTERNS, BUT ANIMALS WILL DO IF IT'S PEACOCKS OR ANOTHER BIRD! We're also after anything *flips through more notes* fine cotton, linen and muslin for nappies and small, tiny, clothes. All right, let's see some fucking gusto out of you! Anybody coming back emptyhanded, or passing by a quality, but out of season brocade or velvet, will find their ass answering to my fucking foot!"

"I don't even know what to say, you guys - I just feel like I'm glowing. Of course I always had great hair, but it's like, I know it has more body now. I can barely keep up with how fast my nails grow...you know what? You're right, Pete! I should wear them a bit longer! It doesn't make me any slower on the trigger, or handy with a knife. Oh, Jim - did we find a place for all your knives when you aren't using them? Yeah, safety first. I did like the idea of a bonfire party, after the big event. Hm? Oh, yeah, the fireworks will be nice, Wee John, but I mostly just want to burn every book on babies Stede has brought on the ship. I'm not doing ANY of that shit...."

[koishua]

❝ 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚. ❞

enhypen (hyung line) and how they develop a crush on you. g: fluff. w: mentions of food and one swear word. note: oml i wrote this so quickly after watching this one moment between chuck and blair haha

taglist. @luvvseong @igyus @intokook @leavethemonstersalive send an ask to be added to my taglist <3

↷ 𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙪𝙣𝙜

"do you mind bringing this to the new student?" your friend taps on your shoulders with a stack of books in her arms. confused, having just woken up from a small nap during the lunch break, you accept the heavy paperbacks with a grunt.

your eyes sweep over the entirety of the hallway, searching for a familiar mop of dark and fluffy hair. it does not take long for you to figure out where he sits near the stairwell with his friends— he was good at making them, apparently.

"lee heeseung," you approach the group cautiously, the tower of books half blocking your vision— danger alert, everyone. much to your dismay, the tall stack of books starts wobbling, "i brought your books. sheesh, why make me, the poor ol' class pres carry it?"

"oh, i am so sorry. i forgot that i had to come pick them up." the weight lifts off your arms and you breathe out a sigh of relief. like a veil, the books reveal the person behind.

heeseung feels the clock tick slower— much slower, as if it had completely stopped— as his heart skips a beat. he sees you for the first time and thinks to himself, woah.

↷ 𝙟𝙖𝙮

"jay?" the swings creak and protest under the pressure after having gone unused for years, rust gathered in layers between the screws and metal. you lightly move forward and back, rocking yourself languidly.

he hums, "yes?"

his voice had changed, you realize. after all, had it not been three years since you had last seen you childhood best friend? he was all grown up now, well-known as a celebrity figure.

"i missed you, you know?" he lets out an amused breath of air, still standing right next to you unbothered by the cold nipping away at his skin. you, however, rub your hands together in an attempt to ease the numbness on the tips of your fingers.

without a thought, he slows down your swing and gently holds your hands. his heart thunders in his ears as he slowly cradles them in his palms, seeing the way your lips curl into a grateful smile.

how cute.

↷ 𝙟𝙖𝙠𝙚

"you look so cute when you're mad, you know that?" the cheeky grin on his lips makes your nerves tingle in the worst ways possible, anger brewing and patience running thin.

"screw off, jake. i am busy." ignoring his next few onslaught of teasing words does not come easily to you, having to constantly take a deep breath to cool down from the spikes of annoyance.

"oh, you want to kiss me so bad."

your pen hovers just above your page, the sentence you had formed in your mind for your essay forgotten. the silence grows suffocating all of a sudden as a few seconds pass— jake wonders if he had gone too far with that old line.

the slam of your hands on the desk, the pull on his collar, the tug on his tie, the way you press your forehead against his, so damn close that he feels your hot breath on his lips— oh shit, his stomach flips inside and his breath hitches.

"and what if i do?"

↷ 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙣

"you can do it, sunghoon!" his coach instructs him to throw his weight into the air to rotate twice in his own axis. competition season would begin in a month, everything was coming along extremely quickly.

fast paced and gathering speed, he breezes by his routine once again, the climax of his act nearing with the beat of his music— the double lutz followed by a double axel.

"make sure to hit the ground firmly and try not to bend your ankles again like last time." the rhythm picks up and he gets ready to jump— he seizes and soars. time slows down as he lands in a perfect form.

"oh my gosh, sunghoon! that was amazing!" there you were, eyes sparkling like crystals on light, smile blinding and bright, proud for him and him only. his heart was at your mercy.

he wanted to hear you say his name one more time.

[mllebabushkat]

☀️ Warrior Nun S2E5 🌙

holy shit yeah this one's wild

"[she had] her sisters" the INFINITE FONDNESS in that look between avatrice at that moment 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

"tell jilian her son is here" MICHAEL?????????????????

insert beyonce meme

yo he sounds sorta cultish what's up with this reya miguel

camilla darling 🥺

she reallly has been through it all these few months, having to grow up alone too fast

loving her arc tho can't wait to see more !!

yayyy more bea + cam <333

bea giving her her all the affirmation and recognition she deserves, and in return,

cam putting into words and validating what bea has been so afraid to admit

GIRL UR IN DENIAL

did i mention i love their dynamic

oh i missed bea in her ocs habit!

oh wow now it's bea's turn to go 😍 at her flying gf 'best friend'

"i trust you. you know i do. we'll beat him." *CLUTCHES HEART*

ava is ROCKING her hairstyle this season ugh 👌

aaaaa mother superion + yasmine what a cute duooo

"never apologise for your gifts, just use them wisely" <3

me, recognising the conference room set: that's the thing! from the trailer!! superion boutta kick asS

insert pointing leo dicaprio meme

oh i love superion's actress, such Presence

kudos to her for recognising cult speak from a mile away 👍

william always talked too much for a bg character to be on the good side ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

soooo. Catholic Murder Hotel.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA all the old men waving their tiny knives IM DYING

like copious bloodshed aside IM CACKLING LMAO

obligatory 'poor yasmine bby' honey ur doing great

SUPERION MONTAGE

fave moment: superion screwdrivers her handle straight down into that guy's skull and uses him as a shield

this really is Her Episode

quality fight scene as expected *kisses to the crew*

WAIT i just realised

yasmine doxxed herself and her secret sect to adriel's followers uhhhh-

oh ocs reinforcements!

psa: exposure to bring camilla's brilliant smile will blind you 🤩

brief detour

im gonna need an obligatory 'lilith wtf' to go along with 'fuck off adriel' and 'vincent el bastardo'

speaking of which, is he having second thoughts?

so yeah, lilith wtf

did she just...., orgasm out a pair of demon wings? like fine the eyebag scales make sense but i'm so fucking confused hahahahahaha

and disgusted

don't make out with the creepy beardo

sheesh

oK back to the RESCUE MISSION

"fuck shit fuck" yeah me too girl-

;KJ;LKADSJF;JASHDG;JAS;DFA NOOOOOOOO AVA

not at beatrice being so used to mortality she went straight to that inspiration-from-the-brink-of-death spiel 💀💀

CLOSE CALL

halo said u ain't dying here in this shitty alley

"easy, easy" ava no my palpitations haven't eased off just yet

the Patented Avatrice ✨Face Cradling✨

the way ava Nestles into bea's neck 😍😍😍

aaaaaaaaaaaaa they are so TENDER

"they can't beat us bea. not together." *CLUTCHES HEART AGAIN*

ANYWAY

hoo boy what's next

[heytherejulietx]

growth spurt - richie tozier

↳ a/n - ignore the lack of format at all. i’m writing this on my phone and lower caps looks cuter idc. technically requested by @bucky-j-barnes (although she only told me to write richie if it counts) anyways sara ily and enjoy <3

↳ content warning - strong language, dirty jokes.

↳ 1.2k words

y/n leaned back against the wall outside of school as she watched all of the people walking inside, trying to spot one of the losers (specifically her trashmouth boyfriend). y/n and her parents had been away in another state to see family for practically all of summer so she hadn’t seen any of the losers since may. she’d missed them all a lot, as she hadn’t really spoken to any of them through summer, though the anticipation to see them definitely made the school day better. somehow.

she hadn’t really changed too much over the summer. she’d cut her hair and changed up her style a little, though she had no major changes. nothing that people would notice. she’d stopped growing about a year ago so she was still the same height; annoyingly short. the only person she knew who was the same height as her was eddie, which she appreciated. she had someone who at least got bullied with her when richie went off on one.

“hey, sweet cheeks!”

she’d been too lost in her thoughts to see him approach, but she looked up at the voice she recognised all too well and holy fuck.

richie walked up towards her with his hands in his pockets, grinning his usual stupid grin. he was still wearing one of his hideously colourful shirts and still had glasses that covered the top half of his face. his hair was a mess as always and he was still carrying the same backpack he had since sixth grade. but somehow he had gotten so much taller. he was practically a giant. for a seventeen year old he was huge. it looked like he had literally been stretched upwards to be so tall.

y/n’s mouth dropped open as he moved to stand in front of her and his grin widened, arms loosely crossing over his chest.

“i know, i got even hotter.” he smirked, and she had to look up at him as he spoke.

he had always been tall, but so had all of the other boys she knew - aside from eddie, of course. but this was just insane. he wasn’t just tall - he was a fucking giant.

“how did you- since when- you’re so tall!” y/n gasped and richie laughed as he reached out to pat her head like she was a puppy.

“maybe you just got shorter.” he teased and y/n scowled, though she couldn’t help but smile as richie stepped forwards and put his arms around her, pulling her into himself. this new height was perfect for hugging him, she realised as he tucked her head right under his chin.

“missed you.” she mumbled into his disgusting pink shirt, and she relaxed against him as he held onto her a little tighter. she really had missed him all summer. it sucked not being around him for so long, especially outside of school. he was so different when it was just them. he was so much gentler.

“missed you more. it sucked being stuck with eddie for two months without you.” richie chuckled.

“hey what the fuck?”

y/n looked up to see eddie walking towards them and rolled her eyes, elbowing richie in the ribs when she realised he’d purposely said it so his best friend could hear.

“eddie! i missed you too!” y/n smiled and pulled away from her boyfriend to put her arms around the shorter boy instead, who initially stiffened though hugged her back after a moment.

“y/n thank fuck you’re back. richie has been completely unhinged all summer. now that you’re back maybe you can control him so he doesn’t go swimming in the disgusting river again.” eddie snapped at richie as she pulled away from the hug.

“oh come on, eddie spaghetti,” richie teased as he slung his arm around y/n’s shoulders. “it was a hot day! you’re just a fun sponge.”

“better that then contracting some sort of disease from the water. seriously, i feel like i’m the only person who cares about safety.” eddie scowled as he crossed his arms, speaking almost too fast for y/n to keep up.

“safety schmaftey. lighten up a bit, eds. sheesh you’re more wound up than my grandma.” he snorted.

“whatever, when you die from doing something stupid i won’t be surprised,” eddie huffed, adjusting the straps of his bag on his shoulders as he spoke. “i’ve gotta go and disinfect my locker before i use it, fuck knows what was in there last year,” he shuddered. “see you guys.” eddie shoved richie as he walked past before he went into the building, disappearing amongst the crowd.

“if i knew you’d almost kill yourself all summer i’d have probably stuck around.” y/n teased as she looked back up at him and richie rolled his eyes.

“i wasn’t even that bad, come on angel,” richie complained, and y/n had to stop herself from smiling at the nickname. “anyways, now that you’re back i can get unhinged in another way.” he wriggled his eyebrows at her suggestively and she groaned as she pushed his chest.

“in your dreams, tozier.” y/n scoffed and richie threw his head back and laughed at her expression.

“come on, snookums, not even a quick one? there’s probably an empty closet inside-“

y/n cut him off by lifting her hand to cover his mouth so he didn’t say anymore, though pulled it away with a gasp when she felt something wet against her fingers.

“did you just lick me?” she gasped, and richie started laughing again as he slung his arm back around her.

“there’s way more where that came from.” he winked, and she pulled a face and groaned as she wiped her hand off on her trousers.

“you’re disgusting.” she scowled.

“you still love me.” he grinned, tapping the end of her nose and causing her to scrunch it up slightly.

“somehow.” she sighed dramatically, though couldn’t hide her smile as she looked up at him. “we probably have to go inside in a minute.” she nodded towards the entrance of the school, and leaned up to kiss him for a moment before they went inside, though scowled as he was now too tall for her to reach.

richie grinned as she leaned up on her tiptoes towards him though just tipped his head up so she couldn’t reach, and she groaned as she smacked his chest again.

“rich.” she whined, tugging on his shirt, and he laughed as he finally leaned down to kiss her properly, resting his hands on her sides.

“you’re too cute,” he teased as he pulled away with a kiss to the end of her nose, and reached to take her hand instead as they started walking inside. “still wanna find that closet, though?”

“shut up.” y/n elbowed him again and he laughed, swinging their hands as they walked inside.