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[reysdriver]

Creepy Crawlies & Nifty Neighbours | P.P.

You call your neighbour for help when you spot a spider in your kitchen — neighbour!peter x reader fluff

warnings: spiders (obvi) but nothing else

words: 0.7k

You held your phone against your cheek, listening to it dial anxiously. Thankfully, Peter picked up after the first ring. 

“Hey, I need your help with something.” You asked, your voice shaking. “Like, as soon as possible.”

He was sitting on the couch in his own apartment, but he shot up when he heard the tone of your voice. “Are you okay? Where are you?”

“I’m in my apartment.”

“So why are you calling me? Couldn’t you have just knocked on my door?”

“Physically, yes. But doing that would require me taking my eyes off of this giant spider, and I can’t let him run and hide somewhere else.”

Your neighbour relaxed once he realised that you weren’t in any danger, you were just being dramatic about a spider in your apartment. He still paused his movie and started walking towards the door, just not as quickly as he thought he would need to about ten seconds ago.

“So, you need me to kill a spider for you?” He asked amusedly.

“Or let it outside, whatever. I just need it away from me.” 

“I’ll be over in a second.”

And he was, although you couldn’t tell a second from an hour when you were stuck in this staring contest with the arachnid on your counter. Peter let himself in using the spare key you gave him just in case a while ago. That just in case instant was right now, in this horrifying scenario. 

He saw you looking intently across the room, and he couldn’t help but laugh at the intensity in your eyes. He followed your gaze to see what he was dealing with here, and wow— Even he had to admit that was a big bug right there. Was New York even home to spiders that huge? 

“That’s your enemy right there?” Peter questioned. 

You only nodded in response. Not wanting anything to distract you from the arachnid. 

“Alright, I’ll get him. Open a window, please.”

Once you were sure the bug couldn’t run away because Peter was watching it, you stood up and finally looked at your friend. He brought his own glass to trap the spider with. It was a sweet gesture since he knew you would be grossed out if you had to use your own glassware for this pest. 

You opened up the window leading out to the fire escape, since that was the only one that never creaked or got stuck, and Peter was just making his way over to you with the spider in the glass prison he was holding.

You moved aside so he could have all the room he needed, and Peter stretched his arms—his really nice arms—outside to shake the spider out. As soon as you both saw the bug fall and hit the metal grate floor, Peter pulled his hands back and you quickly shut the window so that the spider couldn’t get in again. 

A heavy exhale fell from your mouth, which Peter found amusing. 

“So, I take it you’re not a fan of spiders?”

You shook your head and shuddered dramatically. “Absolutely not. Hate ‘em.”

“Not even the cute ones?”

“There are no cute ones! They’re only tolerable if they’re far away from me, definitely not in my apartment.”

Peter laughed at you, and even though you were being serious, you couldn’t help but crack up along with him.

“What are you laughing at?” You defended. “Everyone hates spiders, they’re terrifying!”

Peter’s chuckles subsided slowly. “I’m not arguing with you, don’t worry. They’re freaks, aren’t they?”

“Exactly. Thanks for saving me.”

“Anytime.” He said sincerely. “I’ll be your own personal superhero.”

“Like that Spider-Man guy!”

Peter shook his head and shrugged like he had no idea who you were talking about. That seemed impossible to you, since the masked vigilante of Queens was a topic everyone was talking about these days. 

“You’ve never heard of Spider-Man?” You asked, shocked at him.

He muttered a ‘nope’ and shook his head once more. 

“You have to look him up, it’s crazy stuff. He’s on the news all the time, stopping bad guys all over the city. It’s super cool.”

“I’ll have to check it out. Need my help with anything else?”

“No, that was all.” You smiled. “Thanks again, Spider-Man.”

He let out a quiet chuckle, then started making his way over to your front door. “Call me if you need any more saving!”

[takusan-no-ai]

Money Well Spent

PAIRING: Nicole x Male Reader (Romantic) (Fluff)

SUMMARY: Nicole dates (Y/N) with the intentions of no more debt, but feelings begin to spark despite her disliking towards the young man.

Nicole wasn’t nicknamed a cunning hare for nothing. She owed people some serious money (again) and had to think of some way to get them off her back. She met you through Rain, and decided owing one more person some money couldn’t be too bad. She asked you for about thirty thousand dennies.

Naturally, she couldn’t pay you off the full amount in time, so you paid her a visit. You followed her, and saw her walk into an orphanage. She was giving away gifts she bought to the kids with the leftover dennies. For a moment, you felt bad about tailing her. So after she was finished you met Nicole outside. She was immediately on the defensive.

That was, until, you offered to pay off the rest of her debt. So long as she didn’t borrow any more money from you. The conversation was cut short when a group of thugs came barreling towards Nicole. They wouldn’t leave her alone without good reason, but you knew they respected your work ethic and credibility. So, you lied and said you’re her boyfriend.

While it did temporarily halt the attack, Nicole knew she couldn’t just waltz off with how many gangs she owes money to. Which is when she proposed the idea of you both actually dating.

You had your suspicions for why she would suddenly want to become a real couple, and you knew it was because of your reputation. Still, Nicole played it off as if you were her knight in shining armor and it was love at first sight.

The relationship doesn’t start off too well. You both knew it wasn’t anything real; and you both weren’t going to pretend to tolerate each other. She kept being in debt, getting into trouble, and getting you involved in her mistakes. For her, you were a worry wart, with a bossy attitude, and a capital “A” in the ass.

Arguments were pretty much every day, which made people question why you two were even dating to begin with. However, no matter how much you annoyed each other, there was an undeniable bond between you two; something that was worth protecting. Nicole wasn’t a bad person, and neither were you, and you both knew this about each other.

“I bet she’d start selling her body if we charged her quadruple the interest she owes,” a member from some rundown gang said to his underlings. They were eyeing Nicole, who was currently buying an instant coffee at 141 convenience store. They were hiding in the alleyway, not too far off.

“Oh, really? Cool idea. But how are you going to do that with me around?” (Y/N) asked with a smile on his face, eyes welded shut. The other members all froze, sweating profusely. He opened his eyes, and they were blank. They couldn’t read him; he was practically emotionless, or rather, all that emotion was being held back.

Moments after (Y/N) finished cleaning up the soon-to-be crime scene, a sudden tap on his shoulder brought him back to earth. He turned around to find Nicole, who was holding out an instant coffee for him.

He accepted the gift, sitting down on a nearby bench, Nicole doing the same.

“Thanks. It’s not often you can trust people in this line of work. So, I appreciate you looking out for me. If you ever need the Cunning Hares help, we’re just a phone call away.” Nicole said. She wasn’t making eye contact, or even facing (Y/N) for that matter. He looked at her ears, and they were burning read.

“No problem. Anything for you.”

It’s a good thing she was looking away.

Because his ears were burning too.

- Fin

[reallyromealone]

Rome may we get a pt 2 to this fic? https://www.tumblr.com/reallyromealone/685571568346202112/just-me-sliding-here-to-ask-if-i-can-request-a?source=share

Bonten trio (ran, Rindō, Sanzu) x dilf!reader

Male reader - fluff -poly relationship - reader is a dad

🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷After meeting his son, the trio was far far more present in (name)s life and subsequently his sons as (name) went to pick up his kid from day-care when he could which was usually three times a week followed by going to the park and getting food the toddler wanted.

"Noooo!" (Sons name) screamed out as he threw a tantrum from hell, (name) just staring down his son before looking at the Haitanis and Sanzu "I'm sorry about this" (name) said before crouching "I understand you want to put your feet in a puddle but if you wanna do that, shoes stay on" (name) said simply "now keep your shoes on and stomp in the puddles or we go home and you don't get to stomp in any puddles and you go to bed" he said simply and the toddler pouted before nodding and getting up "now what do we say?"

"Sowwy..." The toddler said to the adults "do you guys forgive him?" (Name) asked the trio and they realized this is a good way to earn the kids trust "we forgive him" Ran said with a smile and the toddler let his dad clean his face up before letting the toddler go and jump in some puddles as they went to (sons name)s choice of restaurant which was usually one with a play pen of sorts.

"Your son's adorable!" A young woman said to (name) as she took his order, flirting with him but the Dad paid no mind to her advances as he let his son order what he wanted like a big boy and then she noticed there were four extremely attractive men before her.

The three executives glared at her from behind (name) and Ran took (sons name) in his arms when the toddler reached out to him, (name) was happy the toddler trusted the three men... He didn't exactly have anyone he could trust him with for long periods of time.

Maybe his cousin.

The three did flirt to hell though with (name) while (sons name) enjoyed his his food and stole his dad's food because despite ordering similar things the tot wanted to know what it tasted like.

"His birthday is in two weeks if you guys wanna tolerate fifteen toddlers for an afternoon"

That sounded like a nightmare but they wanted to show they could handle things involving the kid, showing they were committed--- (name) had an inkling of their intentions and he knew he would have to have a conversation with them about what a relationship with him would entail.

He wanted his kid to have a good life.

And a secure life.

"Well being gifts" Rindō said simply and (sons name) beamed at the fact they were coming to his birthday.

They wanted to fucking die.

Here they sat with a bunch of parents chatting as a bunch of toddlers ran around giggling and playing.

Apparently the moms claimed (name) as one of their own and the dad's realized he wasn't trying to steal their wife, he just wanted to raise his kid.

"Thank you Zuzu!" (Sons name) said as he opened gifts and held the newest toy on the market, the Haitanis getting him cool toys as well.

By the end of the day, the three men were exhausted as (name) tucked his son into bed, the boy cake filled and happy.

"You guys don't gotta stick around" (name) said starting clean up as he gave the house cleaner the day off... He wasn't going to make them clean this shit.

"We'll help out, we contributed to the mess"

With anyone else they would have dipped already but not with (name).

He deserved better.

"I know you guys are flirting... I have ground rules if you guys want to be in my life and my son's more than whatever this is"

Everyone stopped as (name) spoke "no drugs or drinking around him, he doesn't need to see that shit" he said firmly "he's my first priority always, I WILL choose him no matter what"

"And I don't mess around, I'm here for commitment and if anything happens... You save him"

The three took in his words and nodded, if this meant they got to date him... So be it.

"Good, now so you guys wanna take cake home? There's so much fucking cake..."

[zombeebunnie]

Trembling Essence:💙Background + poll results💙

Hello hello and welcome new followers! :]

Firstly I just want to say a very big thank you to everyone that participated in the poll I did last week, I was really surprised but happy with the results and responses! This will help me a lot moving forward! :,] If you missed it and would like to say which route you preferred feel free to comment!

Anywho, this week mainly focused on art practicing again but I did work on the game and managed to get my bearings even more!

Here is the new background for the start of the game:

This took a long time to draw up since I sketched out the background instead of looking at references this time. Once I got a basic idea of how I wanted it to look it felt.. too empty and flat. At first I couldn't figure out why until I added more shrubbery and grass. After that I started adding the trees and then added a few more to give it depth and adjusted some of the coloring. So far the immersive symbolism I'm going for is slowly coming together! Since it just finished raining where you're located I tried to give the background the illusion of looking tolerably humid but slowly getting colder over time with a hint of decay in the distance. This is a better look of the dreary foreboding atmosphere compared to the "fairy-forest" from last week. >:,] It took a while but I also added a parallax effect here and optimized the images to save space. I kept getting an error when it came to the middle ground so I had to find and fix the problem which delayed things. I don't have a video to show it in action but maybe next time. I do want it to be known again that these automatically happen and don't follow the cursor. :,,]

Here's a sneak peek of the new choices you can do when you're in this area now. >;]

This part required a lot of brainstorming before I figured out how I wanted the explorative part to go. This was originally going to go a different way completely but a particular day caused me to just scrap it and start everything over. I have a very solid idea on how I want all of this to go better than ever so I can't wait to show some of the new areas! I didn't expect this background to take as long as it did to draw up but hopefully next week I'll have more done!

Progress doodle layout:

Since certain endings are being changed I thought it would be cool to animate a progress layout to visually show how everything is going! It shouldn't take too long to finish this section up since I already have a foundation laid out.

Noah's sprite sheet update:

As far as Noah sprite sheets goes, it's still in sketch mode and I haven't messed with them yet since I've been practicing. :,,]

There are some old drawing prompts I wrote down and sketches that I'm still doodling up behind the scenes so hopefully I can get to them at some point with some attached lore. :,]

Q&A / Ask box is still open:

If you have any questions about Trembling Essence/Noah feel free to ask here please. This makes it easier for me to see and answer accordingly! I would really like to hear from you guys!

Thank you to those who have sent in asks after everything got reset! I'll try to get to them when I can along with the ones that come to mind that got deleted. I just need time to answer since I like to respond with doodles/drawings as practice. :]

Overall that's everything I have to share so far, thank you guys for your continued encouragement and support through all of this, I wholeheartedly appreciate it! :,,]

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Wasted 7

Warnings: drug dealing/use, violence, noncon, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far.♥♥♥♥

The other girl in this one is from Black Light

Part of The Club AU

The lug of a brute of a douche shoves you through the doors and flings you towards the curb. You stagger and feel the heel of your shoe bend precariously. No way. You look down and check that it hasn’t snapped. These are nice shoes.

“Hey,” you turn on him as your friend puts her arms out to steady herself, “you don’t have to be rude.”

“Go,” he tilts his head, pointing at your companion, “both of you.”

“You coulda broke my shoe.”

“Leave,” he snarls.

You puff and flutter your lashes. You look over at your partner in crime then back to the burly bouncer. You squint as you see how he watches her fix her wig as it slumps forward on her head. You stuck your teeth and chuckle.

“Bro, she’s not into you, and she’s not gonna be if you keep being a dick,” you spout.

“What? I’m not– go!” He sputters.

You cackle and signal to the other girl. You can’t believe it. He’s acting like some schoolyard bully. He probably read a book on negging and thought it would help work through his insecurity. No amount of manipulation can make him tolerable. The scar isn’t bad, it’s his personality that’s repugnant.

“Come on,” you grab Snickerdoodle, “we’ll figure something else out.”

“Don’t come back,” he growls.

“Don’t come back,” you mimic in a bellowy voice, “dumbass.”

You drag your friend away and she waves, “oh, bye!”

You yank her up beside you and shake your head, “you don’t have to be nice to that jackass.”

“He’s just doing his job.”

“He’s an asshole,” you insist, “he sees someone who can feel more than self-pity and spite and he can’t stand it. Don’t let him get to you. You're too good for him.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“I just… he does have a way of picking you out in a crowd,” you say, “men don’t usually mature past adolescence, you know?”

“Oh… well, I was thinking, it’s probably not anything like that. Because that would be kinda weird, but my theory, so you know he has that cool scar and he probably thinks it’s ugly so he tries to protect himself by being mean and scary. Like, I read somewhere, this thing; hurt people hurt people.”

“Jesus,” you roll your eyes, “tell me you don’t have live, laugh, love on your wall.”

“Hmmm, I put it in the wrong order. I thought it was love, laugh, live, because love always comes first.”

You laugh but she’s not amused. You stop and look at her in the yellow cast of the streetlight as you pass beneath it. 

“Sorry, I’m not laughing at you.”

“I know, I do things backwards,” she shrugs.

“No, not backwards, just your own way,” you nudge her gently, “don’t worry about it. We’re done with that place.”

“But… but that guy– wait, are you okay?”

“Yeah, fine,” you shake your head and hold back a shudder, “just some scummy dealer…” you swallow as you continue around the corner, “thanks for coming to find me.”

“That’s what friends are for,” she trills, “you wanna sleepover? I have cookie dough!”

You chew your cheek. She’s sweet, too nice for you. Yet the hope in her voice makes it hard to deny. Besides, you know how much is hurts to be left behind by people you thought were your friends.

“Sure,” you take her hand, “but I get to choose the movie.”

��

The sleepover doesn’t involve much sleeping. You doze for about twenty minutes during the showing of Mean Girls but wake to the imaginary weight of a hand around your throat. The man, the one referred to as Buck, haunts your mind with his gritty threats. Both encounters mingle in a twisted nightmare that has you restless.

Snickerdoodle tosses and turns but is otherwise passed out beside you. She hugs a stuffed yeti in her arms as she snores gently into its fluffy head. There’s a certain bravery to her so boldly following her own tune. 

You sit up and gently leave her. You grab your phone and bite your thumb as you scroll without reading. You’re not going to give up. That asshole deserves vengeance but you know you can’t bring her into it again. She doesn’t deserve that.

You don’t need to get into the club, you just have to wait him out. When he’s least expecting it you’ll get him. You don’t know what you’ll do but you have time to figure it out.

You languish in the silence. You close your eyes and see him again, you hear his snarls, you feel his grimy hands. And that powerlessness returns to you. Your chest knots up as the memory of gravel chafing through your shirt speckles across your skin. The echo of your own pathetic pleas roll through your head.

You can’t just wallow in that one night. It won’t define you. You’ve survived worse for longer. Just keep going, like you always do.

You move around awkwardly, tiptoeing as you find your purse and ease open the door. You creep down the hallway and past the closed doors of the slumbering suburban house. You bring up google maps and search for the closest coffee shop. The least you can do is wake your new friend up with something sweet. You do owe her after all.

[hiswitchcraft]

hey, hope you are well!

i'm a beginner witch and one of my goals in witchcraft is to eventually do deity work.

i was wondering if you could give me any insight into the practice you may have and any things to look into on this path?

thanks so much!

So deity work is actually not an inherent part of witchcraft! Not all witches are religious, Pagan, or work with deities. I don’t. I just practice the craft, so unfortunately I don’t have a lot of insight on that front.

If you’re new I do have some general insight and things I think a new witch should keep in mind, things to watch out for, you get the idea. You were probably asking about deities but I'm gonna tell you these things anyways!

What I Think a New Witch Should Know

Bad ideologies - I'm not gonna sugarcoat this one. There's a lot of nazis and TERFs lurking around. New age stuff can be (almost always is) a pipeline to ideas that are based in white supremacy and anti semitism and I see a lot of people just ending up caught in the web of anti semitic conspiracy theories when they're into new age stuff. A lot of TERFs will say things like "we're the daughters of the witches you couldn't burn" or that only women are magical or can be witches. Now the concept of the divine feminine has been appropriated and is turning people into tradwives and TERFs and spreading bioessentialsm and basically just spreading transphobia and taking people down the alt right pipeline. I know I mention this is a lot but it's really important to me! Practice research skills. Consider where ideas come from and their history before internalizing them.

Each witch will have their own rules - I generally do not tolerate cultural appropriation and strongly encourage people to ward, so those are the closest things to rules that I preach, but at the end of the day there are no universal rules. If someone says "you have to/can't do this to be a witch" like 99% of the time they're full of shit. People who are BRAND new contact me with the same 10 misconceptions all the time. Be weary of people who say there are strict rules, they may just be preaching their beliefs as facts.

Safety & discernment - The other two kinda go over this already but this is just a general suggestion. Practice regular safety precautions and discernment! Discernment is asking things like is this suggestion safe for me? Where did this idea come from and what's its history? Or for your own practice, could this experience have a logical, not spiritual, explanation? This will keep you from falling for bad ideas and misinformation but also from burning yourself on candles, ingesting herbs you don't know anything about and rendering your medications ineffective, following essential oil advice that will give you a chemical burn, assuming that an experience is spiritual when it is not, and so much more!

Learn what you want - You wanna know what I think you should look into? Dogwhistles. Okay that was me being a little bit funny, we already talked about TERFs and watching out for them. While dogwhistles are a generally good to know I think as far as your witchcraft practice and research goes, you should learn whatever the hell you want. As I've mentioned in my pinned post, I have built my practice and beliefs from scratch and approach teaching with the same goals in mind for you. You wanna know what you should learn? I don't know. You tell me. If you want some general suggestions? Do actually learn dogwhistles. Learn about practices that are closed so you do not appropriate from them. Learn about warding and go outside and learn about the animals and plants around you! But as far as practices go, like tarot or spells or spirit work? Learn about the ones you think are neat.

Also if you wanna know about deity work, specifically working with the Greek pantheon or Aphrodite, I think @teawiththegods is pretty cool. She's nice. Ask him stuff!

I hope this helps 💕

[sofasoap]

Miss Stardust

Pairing : Kyle “ Gaz” Garrick x F!reader Summary: What will become of this broken friendship? In comes Ghost the wingman/shit stirrer. Part 4 to Miss Sunshine series. Warning: Mature theme. Violences. I am not military personnel, nor action movie writer, ignore all the errors in the fics pls.

Gaz route for my Mini MacTavish verse.

As always, Thanks to mother of my Mini MacTavish @saltofmercury for lending me the character “Mini” from her story. Go read her “The Favorite MacTavish”  !

“Masterlist” for other stories to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

Gaz never felt so miserable in his life before. He couldn’t believe himself. How could he freeze? He had the perfect chance to confess to you right there and then! The devastated look on your face keeps replaying in his mind. The guilt stabbing him, over and over.  

How he wants to bury himself in alcohol, drowning himself in sorrow. But knowing himself, his alcohol tolerance is close to zero, and he isn’t putting himself or his team at risk on the field in a half sobering state either. 

“Didn’t believe you could get even more serious with that face until now.”  He jumped a little as he felt the couch dipped beside him. When did Ghost slip into the room? 

“I heard from a little bird that you mess things up really bad.”

Gaz head shot up, how does he know?

Pulling his mask up a little, sipping on the tea slowly. Gaz swears he could see a smirk on his lip. 

“You think you are the only one that she has been talking to?” 

Jealousy flared up within Gaz. Is that a challenge??? “Worker harder if you don’t want her to be taken away from you.” Ghost drained his tea, stood up, slapped him on the back and left the room. Leaving him with the mystery words.

He tried to message and ring you for weeks after that. No responses at all. You even ended up blocking him afterwards. Does he have the right to be jealous? The two of you aren’t in a relationship. Just friends. More than friends. But he ruined it. So who else to blame but himself?

“Intel just came in,” Price half shouted over the sound of the helicopter and he started the briefing. “Metro police requested an assistance report of terrorists holding a group of civilians in a London shopping centre.” “ So far we know there are about ten hostile targets and twenty civilians. Bomb squads are on standby. Police already cleared a five kilometre radius as exlusion zone. We are not sure how much explosive they have packed into the building.“

Price shot Soap a look before he brought the video up on the screen. “... but we do know they have strapped a bomb onto one of the hostages.”  Gaz heard a visible gasp from Soap before seeing his face going red with rage. Terrorists were making their demands of ransom and releases of the political prisoners. The video zoomed into a woman, tied onto a pole, strapped full of explosives on her vest. 

It’s YOU. Bloody and battered. What have they done to you? 

“MINI.” Even he can hear the strain in Ghost’s voice. Gaz clenches his fist, trying to keep his head cool and concentrate on listening to Price dishing out the information.

“...They’ve given us until midnight tonight to meet their demands.” Price paused the video. It is clear what they will start doing if they don’t get what they asked for by the time limit. Gaz eyes went back onto the screen. Even in your dishevelled state, the determination and resilience  showing through your eyes, not one to give up. They are going to get you out. In one piece. No matter what it takes.

Four of them storm through the building like mad men. Few of the bomb squad specialists followed and quickly dispersed into the cleared zones, working on disarming the explosives. 

“Alpha 1-0 to Actual. Visual on hostages. East wing mezzanine level. Only one with explosives strapped. Rest grouped towards the back left corner away from the staircase.” Reports coming through the sniper, stationed on the rooftop  next to the building. “ Positive ID on the main suspect. Please advise.” “Actual to all stations, need confirmations on explosive status.”” “Confirm disarmaments.” 

“All stations. Standby.” Price gave his men a look, three of them nodded their heads. “Clear to shoot Alpha 1-0.” Sound of shattered glass echo throughout the building, and the screams of hostages. The men swiftly move up the staircases, taking out the rest of the targets. “Confirm targets KIA. I repeat, targets KIA.” Soap ran towards you as soon as all clear was given. “ Mini!!!” “ Johnny…” you replied with a whisper.  “Fucken steaming Jesus… they really got you good.” Looking down at your thigh, that is still trickling with blood.  Soap was furious. He wishes he could revive those terrorists and shoot them dead again. No one hurt his family. Ghost and Price were ushering the rest of the hostages away downstairs as the rest of the SWAT team swamped in.  Gaz came up beside you, starting to cut the binding off your hands as Soap quickly looked over the explosive vest that is still strapped onto you. 

“... I can’t just take this off. It’s booby trapped.”  he swore. “ They basically want you dead no matter what.” Soap made a quick call into the com, requesting the specialist for backup. “Mini.” Gaz called out to you. You turn your head, finally to face him. Biting your lips,he can see the tears welling up in your eyes, trying hard not to let it fall. “We will get you out.” Gaz heard Price’s voice behind him, with Ghost and two specialists following behind. Soap and Gaz quickly move away from you to let them do further assessments.

“ Good news is… well, Soap is right about booby trap,” You rolled your eyes. “ There is a way around it. The bad news… “ All the men look at the specialist,. “ …. As soon as you try to disarm it, you will trigger a timer,” they point towards a little red light on the side, obscured underneath tangles of wire. “ I would say you only have about five to ten seconds before it explodes on you.”. You grabbed onto Soap’s arm, dreading the possibility. “Just leave me, don’t risk all the lives for me.” Gaz’s heart shattered. Why are you trying to be the hero? “Don’t be a bampot Mini, how am I going to face Ma and Da if I leave you here?!!” Soap retorted. Taking a deep breath, the group deliberated, trying to come up with a plan.

So now, you are standing close to the balcony, the two specialists on your side, ready to cut the wires in sequence. Ghost standing behind you, back to the balcony, holding onto the top of your vest, ready to pull it off as soon as the disarmament is complete. Price and Soap kneeling down on the side, ready to cut the straps.  While Gaz stands facing you, ready to pull you in.

“ Ok. Remember the sequences. On my count.. Three, two.. One…”  Price and Soap started cutting, and Ghost pulled up hard, with the two specialists yelling out in sequences. “ FIRE IN THE HOLE!!!” Ghost yelled as he yank the vest up above your head, throws it over the balcony, down towards the ground floor, turning around, pushing himself behind you, into Gaz’s embrace, along with the others, forming a shield , protecting you from the exploding and the fragments flying up. Gaz can feel you trembling away, as you grab onto his tactical vest. He held onto you tight, trying to keep you up right.  Not a word from anyone for a few minutes, only sounds of debris and glasses shattering and heavy breathing from everyone trying to calm down from the adrenaline high. “Come on, we need to get out of here, the building is not safe.” Price was the first to break the silence. Ghost pulled you out of Gaz's embrace, he immediately misses your warmth. You stumbled a bit as you tried to stand, Ghost was quicker to scoop you up into a bridal hold. Pinch of sadness as Gaz sees you curling into Ghost’s chest, like a little broken girl, seeking for warmth. Ghost eyed Gaz for a quick second, before he turned and marched downstairs.

Gaz later found you sitting on the stretcher,leaning against Soap, looking down and totally zoned out. Ghost appeared behind him, pushing him towards you. “Last chance. Go talk to her.” as he turned and yelled at Soap, diverting his attention away from you both. Gaz silently snuck in as Soap gave you a kiss on the forehead and walked towards Ghost and Price. “Hey.” you snapped out of your reverie as Gaz called out to you, looking down at the spot Soap just vacated. You nodded your head, giving him the go ahead to sit. “You alright?” You asked him after a brief silence. He chuckled a bit. “I should be the one asking.” Gaz called your name. “I am sorry.” “ For what?” “ For being an idiot.”  You know what he is referring to. Pressing your lips tight. You didn’t reply immediately.  Gaz could see droplets of tears falling off your chin. “You did nothing wrong Gaz.” hands playing with the bandages around your thigh,” It was me who had the wrong idea. I am sorry I made things awkward between us.” “But you didn’t have the wrong idea.” You turned slowly, a twinkle of hope in your eyes. “ I was an idiot. I didn’t pick up on your hints. No, more like I was scared to acknowledge the hints.”  Gaz turned away with shame. “ I was a coward, I…didn’t think I deserved you..” reaching out for your hand, “ I was happy to stay in this little comfort zone, not wanting to burst the bubble, risking losing you.” “Can we be friends again? Please don’t lock me out. I want you in my life.. I..” “I don’t want to be your friend Kyle.”  Gaz froze. “ I want to be more than that.” Gaz’s body slumped with relief. He tilts his head down, pressing his forehead against yours. Sliding your hand up his arm, you tried to turn your body fully to face him. Letting out a whimper as you move your leg, Gaz immediately moves one of his arms underneath your thigh, and another around your waist, to pull you into his lap. “...Ghost knows all about this?” “... Ya… what’s with that pout Kyle. I started talking to him because he was asking for my advice.” Gaz’s eyebrows shot up. “ Advice?” Now that is interesting. “.... he wanted some dating advice.” He burst out laughing. And to think he got jealous of Ghost talking to you. “Can we not talk about him? Hurry up and give me a kiss before the others come back.” Who is he to deny your request? Holding your face softly, he closes the gap and gave you a tender kiss. Snaking your arms around his neck, you press yourself against him tightly, deepening the kiss. “Now how we going to tell Johnny.” “..... Please don’t remind me.” 

The biggest challenge, greater than terrorist attack, telling John "Soap" MacTavish. tag: @deadbranch @lia0-0 @josephquinnswhore

@voxyin

[chvoswxtch]

plenty of time (epilogue)

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: epilogue to the "tutor girl & the hawkins high freak" series. you can find the other parts here!

warnings: swearing, mentions of sexual content (minors please dni)

word count: 2.5k

a/n: when I put the first part of this fic out, I never imagined it becoming a series, or anyone actually becoming invested in it. after I ended it, I toyed around with the idea of a cute little epilogue, and kicking off this follower friend celebration felt like the perfect time to put it out. to every single person that has read this series, reblogged, commented, loved, or messaged me about it, thank you so much again from the bottom of my heart. it really does mean the world to me. please enjoy catching up with eddie & the reader. ❤️

also again, i'm still not sure if the glitch with dark mode has been fixed or not but if you're on dark mode, you may have trouble viewing this. I apologize for any inconvenience reading in advance!

A dense fog settled above the Boston skyline like a smoky marble tapestry, swallowing the tops of the towering skyscrapers and grand cathedrals entirely. Rain had been cascading heavily from the thick clouds in intermittent downpour. By the time I reached my apartment, I was completely soaked to the bone and my fingers had gone numb from the chilled November air. One would think after living in this city for the past six years, I would have enough sense to carry an umbrella this time of year. I even started putting one right by the entryway, so surely I wouldn’t be able to miss it on my way out, right? Wrong. As I stepped through the threshold, shivering and jaw aching from how much my teeth had been chattering, there it sat warm and dry. 

After struggling to get a good grip on one of the matches due to my frozen fingers, the seventh try ended up being the charm, I finally had a nice bout of flames dancing in the fireplace. I sat cross legged on the floor before it, allowing myself to thaw completely before I could even think about a complimentary hot shower. Times like these made me miss Hawkins a little. I never could stand the heat, but the winters were far more tolerable than the ones here in Boston. Even after all these years, I felt like I was still adjusting. Of course, every time I went back to visit Hawkins, I was constantly reminded why I left. Hawkins itself was never really home for me. It was the people that were. 

An hour, and a very hot shower later, I was cozied up on the couch with a warm blanket looking through a stack of papers. The cider in my mug had cooled considerably since I had first sat down, and I was so lost in thought I hadn’t heard the door open or even noticed the figure standing in the entryway. 

“I need your help.”

A brief shriek left my lips at the intrusion of my comfortable silence. My eyes frantically darted across the living room in the direction of the voice, my thundering heartbeat only descending when I was met with a pair of familiar brown eyes. I was so caught off guard by his surprising presence I had almost missed the words lingering in the air. 

“What?”

“I need tutoring. I think I’m failing marriage.”

There was a timid smile on Eddie’s lips as he leaned against the doorframe to the entryway, and I could see remorse swirling around in the depths of umber from the glow of the fire. Even after all this time, the sight of him still made me weak in the knees. His hair was shorter these days, the unruly mess of curls now sitting somewhat neatly cropped atop his head, but still just long enough for me to get a good handful of. He had completely given up on shaving ages ago once he realized how much I liked seeing his strong jawline and cheeks covered in facial hair. I didn’t mind the coarse burn of it against my inner thighs when his head was nestled between them. It was a little reminder of the limited time we got together these days. Even though his looks had changed considerably in the past six years, he was still enduringly Eddie. The exact same Eddie Munson I had met almost seven years ago in the tutoring center.

I sat up on my knees on the couch as I looked at him. Even though his words were playful, there was a twinge of regret in his tone. I could see the anxiety written evidently all over his features. Eddie had never been able to hide his emotions well, and I knew him like the back of my hand. I crawled over towards the other side of the couch, tilting my head to the side with a smirk.

“Have you tried sleeping with the teacher?”

Eddie’s eyes widened considerably, an over dramatic gasp sounding from him as his jaw hung open. He pushed himself away from the entryway, coming to stand directly in front of me as his hands settled on the arm rest of the couch. 

“Mrs. Munson, are you suggesting I enter an inappropriate relationship with my tutor in order to pass? Because if that’s the case, why are you just now telling me that’s an option?”

I couldn’t help but burst into a fit of giggles, shaking my head as I placed my hands on top of his.

“Eds, I don’t know how to tell you this, but you’ve kind of been in an inappropriate relationship with your tutor for quite some time now. Oh wait, just kidding. You broke up with me before it got inappropriate. Nevermind.”

Eddie threw his head back and groaned loudly, squeezing his eyes shut as he let his head hang between his shoulders in defeat.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you really weren’t joking when you said you’d never let that go, huh?”

“It still stings a little.”

“Oh for fucks sake, and I’m the dramatic one? That is not entirely true Y/N Munson and you know it. You’re conveniently leaving out the part where I fucked my tutor all throughout college and even married her when we graduated.”

“So then you knew sleeping with the teacher was an option, you just didn’t?”

Eddie blinked a few times as he stared at me blankly, his brows suddenly knitting in the middle of his forehead as his face morphed into an expression of incredulity. 

“You had rules! You said no bribery!”

“That was before we got married Eddie! Marriage negated all my rules.”

“Again, why are you just now telling me these things?”

My stomach hurt from how hard I was laughing. It always warmed my heart when he remembered little things like that from when we first met. Sometimes it felt like a lifetime ago, and sometimes it felt like just yesterday. It had been almost three months since Eddie had been home. Sometimes I forgot just how funny he was. There never seemed to be enough time to spend on the phone. Just when he was coming off stage with an adrenaline rush of finishing a show, I was trying to wind down and prepare myself for another long day of dealing with high school students. We didn’t really have time to talk during the day since I had a full schedule of classes and tutoring slots, and by the time I made it home he was getting ready for soundchecks. Corroded Coffin was finally on their biggest U.S. tour to date, and while I was immensely proud of Eddie, I missed him even more. 

Around the time he completed his Associates degree in music composition and production, the band was finally getting noticed after playing small shows around Boston for two years. They went on their first small leg tour shortly after that. The more shows they played, the more popular they got, and as much as I wanted to travel with Eddie, I still had another two years to complete my Bachelors in English. Eddie had proposed right before they went on their first tour, and we agreed to wait until I was finished with school to have a wedding. As much as I loved Eddie, I still had my own dreams I wanted to pursue.

Being a teacher meant I had a lot of time off during the summer to spend with Eddie. But most of it was usually spent following him around various states, watching the band play, and sitting in on studio recording sessions. In the two years that we had been married, I think we’d only spent a total of seven months actually together, just him and I. Sometimes I felt like we were on completely different paths, and I let that nauseating thought gnaw at the pit of my stomach until the sun began to peak through the curtains. But when he was here, really here, and I could feel him…see him, everything else seemed to fade away. 

“I missed you.”

I hadn’t meant to sound so despondent. I wish my voice hadn’t broken when the words came out. I wish Eddie hadn’t heard it. But the way my beloved dimples disappeared beneath the smooth planes of his sharp cheekbones, and the rest of his face fell in pity, I knew he had. Eddie swallowed thickly as he brought one of his large hands up to cup my cheek gently, offering me the faintest of guilty smiles.

“I missed you, angel.”

I didn’t want this. I didn’t want our first night together in three months to be filled with the heaviness of melancholia. I quickly swallowed the lump in my own throat and wrapped my fingers around Eddie’s wrist, displaying the most genuine smile I could muster as I gazed up at him.

“What are you doing here? I thought you guys were still on the road for another two months?”

“Our next show isn’t for three more days. Thought I’d take a break, come see my smokin’ hot wife.”

A blush settled on the tops of my cheeks at Eddie’s words. It still made me dizzy every time he referred to me as his wife. I hummed softly as I leaned in closer, pressing a light kiss to his jaw.

“Well, if you had told me you were coming, I would’ve prepared better. Maybe put on something a little more…enticing.”

“Would’ve ruined the surprise, sweet girl. And trust me, there is nothing sexier than coming home to see you grading those little shit’s papers. The only reason you can’t tell I’m rock solid is ‘cause this fucking couch is in the way.”

I erupted in laughter immediately and playfully slapped at his chest. Eddie hadn’t had a filter since the day I met him, and I wasn’t sure why that still shocked me sometimes.

“Eddie! You picked out this couch.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t shit talk it when it gets in between me and my girl.”

Eddie wrapped his arms around my waist as he crawled over the armrest, pushing me backwards until I was trapped between his body and the cushions beneath me. He grinned against my lips as he captured them in a deep kiss, and I instantly melted underneath him. I didn’t waste any time locking my legs around his waist, putting as little space between our bodies as possible. God I had missed him. His words from earlier suddenly echoed in my ears, and I cradled his face in my hands as I broke the kiss.

“Hey.”

“Hmm?”

“You’re not failing marriage.”

Eddie stared down at me silently for a moment, seemingly contemplating my words. He slowly let out a deep exhale, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Are you sure? Feels like I am.”

“Eddie…I am so proud of you. Yes, I miss you all the time when you’re not here, and I wish we could spend more time together you know, just us. You’re my best friend, and I love you. But I want you to be happy. I want you to do what makes you happy. I want you to follow your dreams just as much as you want me to follow mine.”

“Yeah…but your dreams aren’t the reason we haven’t been spending time together.”

“You’re here now, aren’t you?”

“Well…yeah, but-”

“That’s enough for me.”

Eddie sighed softly as he dropped his forehead to rest against mine, closing his eyes for a moment as his grip on my waist tightened slightly.

“Angel-”

“Eddie Munson, you once told me you were the guy for me. Do you still believe that?”

Eddie pulled back slightly so that he could see me fully. His face softened at my question, brows meeting near the center of his forehead in perplexity. His full lips were pursed in somewhat of a pout, and his large eyes were beckoning like two shots of whiskey I wanted to get lost in forever. 

“Of course I do.”

“Good. So do I. We made a promise to each other long before we took vows. No matter what life throws at us, we handle it together. Right?”

Eddie’s eyes scanned my face slowly as he nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear delicately.

“Right. Together.”

“Don’t you think we’re doing that?”

Eddie sighed deeply as he peeled himself away, moving to sit back against the cushions as he grabbed my hips and pulled me onto his lap. He picked up my left hand in his, lightly moving my wedding ring back and forth on my finger.

“I just…it won’t always be like this. I swear. This is all…temporary. I know it may not feel that way because it’s been two years of this shit but…I just…I know I promised you more. More than quick phone calls and short visits. More than missed birthdays and holidays and anniversaries and things that are important. I promised you that big family you always wanted-”

“And we have plenty of time for that, Eddie. We have plenty of time for everything.”

Eddie gently squeezed my hand before bringing both of them up to cradle my face. I instantly leaned into his touch, brushing my nose softly against his own.

“I just don’t want you thinking that you’re not the most important fucking thing in my life. Because you are.”

“I know that, Eddie. I’ve always known that.”

“I love you.”

“And I love you. Everything is okay. We are okay. We will always be okay.”

I poured every ounce of adoration I had for Eddie into our kiss as I pressed our lips together. I let my fingers wander through his messy curls as I shuffled closer on his lap, finding comfort in the haven of his chest. Everytime I kissed Eddie was like the first time we kissed all over again. There was the early onset awe and disbelief that this was real and he wanted me, and then there was the hunger that I could never seem to satisfy. Nothing with Eddie was ever quite enough, and I had come to the conclusion that I would yearn for every part of him until my last breath. Eddie pulled away breathlessly, bumping my nose with his as his large hands slipped underneath the hem of my shirt.

“So…what you’re saying is I’m not failing, but I can still sleep with the teacher?”

I watched as Eddie’s kiss bitten lips pulled into a wicked grin, the remorse that once lingered in his eyes now completely engulfed with blazing lust. 

“That is exactly what I’m saying, Mr. Munson.”

[babybatscreationsv2]

Ghostface ch1

Marvel | Starker

The only thing Peter likes about Halloween is the candy, but when his bully, Tony, starts to tease him he's ready to prove his courage. Even if that means tolerating it as Tony follows him around in a scary mask. It's not like he could really hurt him, right?

Rating: Explicit

Another amazing prompt by H <3

Warnings and tags below

Warnings/tags: underage(but they're both teens), highschool au, Halloween, fear kink, crying, stalking, ghostface mask, romnoncon, knife play, teasing/bullying, humiliation

"What did you get?" Peter asked as they walked back down the steps to the sidewalk. He dug through his pumpkin shaped basket with one hand. It was only half full thanks to the number of neighbors who were shooing teenagers away this year.

"Milkyway, what did you get?" Ned answered, just as absorbed in his candy bucket.

"Kit-Kat. You wanna swap?"

"For a Kit-Kat?" Ned scoffed. "Parker, you're out of your mind."

Peter looked up from his bucket. His disappointed sigh caught in his throat as he laid eyes on a black figure standing at the corner. A long white face turned towards him and he stumbled. His body wanted to freeze, but he knew better than to show fear on Halloween.

"Pete?" Ned looked up, then at his friend. "Come on, let's cross here." He led the way, cutting between the cars slowly rolling along, carrying the little kids who can't walk as far.

On the other side of the street, Peter took a breath. "I don't get why anyone likes scary stuff."

Ned shrugged. "Some of it's cool."

"They could at least wait until the little kids go home. They're gonna make somebody cry." Ned glanced at him and Peter rolled his eyes. "I'm not that scared."

"Just let me know when you're ready to go home. I don't mind leaving early."

"I'm fine, Ned. Seriously."

They carried on up the street, stopping at a few houses. Eventually the street grew dark as people turned out their porch lights signaling a lack of candy. The crowd thinned along with it as people went home or tried other neighborhoods.

"Should we head out?" Ned asked.

"My basket's not even full," Peter complained. The sound of a shuffling step behind him made his hair stand on end. He looked back and there was the guy in the white mask. Peter swallowed and quickly faced forward. It was just a mask. Nothing to be afraid of.

"Let's cut over a few streets and see if we can find something," Peter suggested. Ned followed his lead. They turned to the left and carried on. Lights in the distance gave them hope as they marched along. It was only when Peter let his guard down that something jumped out from the shadows between houses.

Peter screamed. He held onto his basket but the jolt sent some of the candy flying out. Ned reached a hand out for him, but Peter stood frozen as the man in the mask looked at him. Then the asshole broke out in laughter, doubling over.

He took the mask off and looked at him, grinning.

"Tony, what the fuck!" Ned protested. "That's not cool, man."

Tony only had eyes for Peter and his beet red face. "You should have seen yourself, Peter. You're not afraid of this thing are you?" He held up the mask.

"You jumped out at me, asshole."

"So you're not scared then?" He smirked.

"No! I'm not a baby." Peter glared back at him.

Tony's grin was cruel. "Well then, let's fill up your little basket. I know a spot." He turned away, not giving him the chance to argue, though Ned tried anyway.

"Uh, we were actually about to pack it in for the night," Ned said.

"Just come on." Peter nudged him as they followed behind. Tony turned and winked at him before slipping the mask back on.

They passed a couple of streets, headed to where the houses were bigger and the decorations more ornate. Peter watched with dread as the house that haunted his nightmares came into view.

He'd seen it from the back of May's car several times. It always made him shudder. Fog machines cloaked the yard, but the shine of green lights cut through to light a path up to the door. The property was fenced in, hiding most of the decorations, but Peter could see things moving just over the top of it. A couple of kids still lingered in the area and he could hear screaming coming from the other side of the fence.

"They've got full sized bars if you can make it to the porch. That's if you can," Tony teased.

"Of course I can," Peter said, but it didn't sound convincing.

"All by yourself?" Tony tipped his head at Ned.

"Come on, man," Ned huffed. "This is fucked up."

Tony shrugged. "It's just some stupid plastic decorations. It's not like he's gonna get hurt."

"Yeah..." Peter said.

"Perfect. I'll meet you there." Tony took off through the gate without another word.

"Peter don't." Ned grabbed his arm before he could follow. "Let's just go home."

"No way. I can do this. Besides, Tony bullies me enough at school. I'm not giving him another excuse."

"I hate to be that guy, but when he hears you scream, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, like a little bitch, he's gonna have an excuse."

"Oh screw you." Peter pushed past him and passed through the gate.

Inside were some hanging plastic skeletons. Their legs swayed in the breeze. Speakers played a soundtrack of rattling chains, creaking floors, and an occasional distance scream. It made even the stupid little skeletons seem a lot scarier than they should.

He passed the skeletons and rounded the corner. At the end of this row was a grim reaper with glowing red eyes and a wide grin. He stopped and stared for a moment, finding his courage, but he screamed jumping out of his skin as something grabbed him from behind. He whirled around, backing toward the grim reaper, to see Tony in his stupid mask.

"Stop doing that!"

Tony didn't say anything. He just cocked his head to the side and stood there, staring.

"Are you coming or what?" Peter asked. Tony still didn't answer. Behind him, the grim reaper began to laugh. He turned back around, startled, but when he looked back for Tony he was gone.

Peter rolled his eyes and carried on, though he walked as far from the grim reaper as he could. He could feel Tony watching him somewhere outside the maze. The panicked urge to find him distracted him from the decorations until he finally made it to the porch. He expected Tony to come out and taunt him for being a baby about a stupid Halloween maze, but he just let him get his candy bar from a lady dressed like a witch before heading back into the maze.

Peter took a deep breath. At least going back couldn't be as scary. Or that's what he thought until he was grabbed again. This time a hand grabbed his neck and something touched his stomach. He looked down and felt his body go cold at the sight of a large kitchen knife against his body.

"Tony?" he whimpered. This was too far. It didn't feel like a game anymore.

The hand around his neck squeezed while the knife against his stomach slid slowly down to his waist, over the band of his pants, and down his thigh. Through the thin fabric of his costume, he could feel the edge of the blade as if the material weren't even there.

"Please," he whimpered. Tony grunted, pulling him backward against his chest. Out of the corner of his eye could see that awful mask looming.

"Scared, Petey? Afraid I might hurt you?" He dug the tip of the knife into the seam of his costume. There was the tiniest bit of pain, but he was so scared he wanted to scream.

"Please don't hurt me, please."

"Tell me. Admit it."

"Yes- I'm scared! Tony please, I'm scared! Let me go!"

The confession only made him tremble harder and the tears fell from his eyes. Tony let go of his neck and ripped the mask off his face, but he grabbed him again before he could even think to move. Peter shuddered as his tongue touched the skin of his shoulder and ran all the way up to his chin. He ran the knife back up, the tip running over his crotch, finding his tummy and slipping under his shirt.

"Please don't hurt me!" He pleaded. The knife dug in just a hair. "Please- please stop!"

Tony laughed darkly in his ear. "It's only Halloween, Peter. Don't be so dramatic." He took the knife away and let go of his throat. Then he shoved him forward into the grass.

Peter half crawled, half ran, until he was back on his feet. He ran back through the maze, all of those glowing eyes adding to his nausea until he was back out on the street.

[knickknacksandallthat]

sorry to bother but do you have a plan of when part 4 will come out

ofc it’s perfectly fine if you’re not ready, from the looks of it this is a really big project

Hi anon!!

Oh my goodness, no it's no bother at all! Honestly, I would much rather be talking about fic writing than doing boring things like making a living (which consumed MY LIFE last week).

Ha! And you said it - this fic series has definitely been all-consuming. But I really love this particular AU, so let me tell you I've been working on it non-stop whenever I have time and have the following figured out so far:

My outline currently has the next fic at 12 chapters, though I have a sneaky suspicion that it'll become longer.

I have 53K written so far (but that's before editing😅).

It will have alternating POVs between Jean and Jeremy.

I wish I could give you a better sense of timing, but honestly it all comes down to my work schedule and what free time I have. At this point, I feel like I'm aiming toward April - but don't quote me.

And because I haven't posted something about Once in a Blue Moon on here for a while, here's a new snippet to chew over while I keep hustling as a thank you for your patience! 🥹

OIAB scene under the cut:

The LA airport is hot and muggy. It makes sweat bead down Jean’s neck and uncomfortably gather beneath his collar. Though he wears the lightest long-sleeve shirt he owns, the material still feels constricted and stifling, sticking to his skin. He has the insane urge to tear the garment off him and walk around bare-chested just to feel some relief.  Of course, he would never do so. In fact, the mere thought of it makes him pull his sleeves down farther, covering the backs of scar-ridden hands.  At least his head is cool.  He runs a hand over his buzzed scalp once more, the fuzzy feel of it still odd to him. Abby had suggested it so they could see his stitches better. And since so much of his hair had been pulled out anyway, it seemed to make sense.  Still, he hates how foreign the feeling is. He’s a stranger in his own skin. Has been, for some time he thinks.  He glances up anxiously at the clock on the wall, his knee bouncing as he waits. His flight landed ten minutes ago, and he thought his captain would be waiting here to greet him.  Apparently, he thought wrong.  Laughter erupts from behind him, and Jean jumps. He immediately spins around, only to find a family standing nearby, laughing at the antics of their two-year-old. He watches them for a moment before slowly turning back, clasping his hands in front of him and clutching them tight. Anxiety slowly begins to creep under his skin. Had he gotten the day wrong? Or the time? Did something happen between Palmetto and here that caused a delay? Should he call someone to ask?  He opens his phone and looks through the few contacts on his list.  Abby Winfield David Wymack Jeremy Knox Kevin Day Renee Walker Jean scowls.  His preference would likely be Abby or Renee, though he thinks the latter would have no information useful for this. Wymack, he would tolerate. He skims over the fourth name on the list because he’s never thinking of that fucker again in his entire life, if he can help it. Then he stares at the fifth name, the contact information for him uploaded without his knowledge into this new phone Abby got him. Jeremy Knox.  Starting Trojans Striker. #11. Played 52 games last season, scored 41 goals, and had 36 assists. Captain of the USC Trojans for three years straight. Fifth-best striker in the NCAA.  (Fourth, now that Riko is gone.)  Weaknesses: favors left side for goals, left knee injury in his sophomore year of high school, and overly attached to wellbeing of teammates. Jean scowls again.  If Knox is anything like the person who recommended him, he’s bound to be both a waste of Jean’s time and breath. After all, he can certainly strike punctual off the list.

Thanks again for the ask, anon!

[starry-pop]

Hello! This is my introduction ^^

I’m going to try to post more/be more active on tumblr, so I thought I’d make one! Although it might be a slow process (I get nervous talking to people 😓)

I’m Starrypop/Starpop, but you can call me Star or Starry ^^

I use they/he/she pronouns (genderfluid)

I do art, most of the time digital or traditional, but I also like to write and do music! :>

My most prevalent interests right now are as follows: Ride the Cyclone (MY LOVE), StarKid musicals (so far I’ve watched tgwdlm, Black Friday, npmd, Firebringer, Twisted, and The Trail to Oregon!), Spelling Bee, Falsettos, and South Park

Feel free to dm me or send me asks!! Just know that I don’t tolerate or condone any unprompted hate :>. I’d like to share my art, and maybe make some cool friends along the way! ^^

Thank you!

[lesbonym]

Damn I prolly lost what little cool factor I still had cause my blog is just me being a goof ball for the most part, you prolly also didn't notice it cause it's my sfw blog cause I am still setting up my nsfw side blog but I keep forgetting to actually do anything with it

Also feel free to pull on my hair needy boy, it'll just make me bite on you and toy with you more, I would love to spend a looong time between your thighs turning you from needy nym into fucked out nym

Also >\\\\\\\\\\\\\< ruuuuuuuuuuuuuude, eye contact isn't something I'm the best at (prolonged eye contact in like a serious situation almost always makes me want to laugh just cause it feels weird, like tickling my brain of sorts) but when I am flustered I almost always try to hide about it cause there can be no witnesses to me being blushy (there are so many witnesses but if I hide then I can pretend no one can see how flustered I am) especially cause generally when I am pretty flustered my Domme will look like they want to eat me alive (or eat me out till I die) and it makes me even more flustered which compounds until I have no choice but to behave (I'm always a good boy for you cause you don't enjoy brats, but I love being a little shit to dommes who enjoy brats taming, unfortunately I'm not always good at it cause I care about my partners and so I can barely even mildly inconvenience them before I start behaving again, but I like to pretend I am super mischievous)

Also I know I already sent you a happy birthday message but I'm sending you another one

Happy birthday!!!!!

I wish I could teleport cause then we could go to a queer bar together and I'd buy you a drink cause you are hot, but I have a low alcohol tolerance and so if I ever try to do shots with people I am sloshed by the time I take 4 (drunk me is incredibly snuggly but also has no filter in a super embarrassing way, -i have sung an impromptu song about stegosaurus-)

-🦠

Hehe, in the nicest way possible, you were more cute than cool when you came to my asks, baby. I figured it was sfw, and I'll go follow the nfsw when you finish it. I just wanted to be moots >:3

God, I would die for some bites and marks on my thighs rn. I'm so freaking desperate that I'd love to get my pretty boy between my thighs so I can feel so good. I think you'd really enjoy fucked out Nym //////////

I'm not the best with eye contact at all, haha. I think I'd be extra bad at it during sex and stuff cause it's so freaking vulnerable. But I can understand how someone can find it hot! That's so cute how flustered you can get. Just giving me so much ammo to use against you, pretty boy

Thank you for the extra birthday wishes! I meant to answer this yesterday, but I think I dozed off while typing my answer to this 💀. I dont live in a city with many gay bars, but I would love for you to come and bring me to some! I need to try some different alcohols, so I think being with you would make me feel comfortable enough to try. I think I have a little higher tolerance? I haven't tried enough to be sure.

Now I need to hear about the stegosaurus song!

I do wanna bring the thing up about brats again because I don't want anyone thinking I don't like brats or anything. Even I can get bratty with dominant moots that I interact with. My personal boundaries with bratting have changed a bit, and I now know that I need to know the sub a little bit. Just figuring out personalities and never going too far is easier when I know the other person. If I can't figure out how to get a brat to listen to me, I tend to get irritable and think I'm doing something just completely wrong. Overall, I'm fairly neutral on brats, but I can't handle super serious brats that tend to need a big punishment to fold. I'm just not a fan of giving punishments like that, so I'd rather not have brats come in that are expecting that and get disappointed.

Though, as easy as I find it to fluster you, I definitely think I would be fine with you bratting

[lucarioisinthevoid]

The letter part 1:

Inside of the drawer laid nothing, except a single letter. The letter was thick, there was more than one page inside. And it had text written on the back as well. Careful handwriting that turned messier the lower it went down stated:

‘Dear Mike. I will skip the introduction and the emotional baggage that comes with this situation, since I should already be thankful enough that you opened this in the first place. When you read this, I will be probably dead, as you wouldn’t accept this delivery otherwise. Thank you for opening. I was afraid you wouldn’t. If you opened this letter than only for one reason: the truth. What happened to you on that day, the day you injured yourself so heavily, the day you changed forever. You never lived it down and you never trusted me afterwards again. Rightfully so. And yes, I can hear you in my ears: “Don’t expect an absolution for what you did.” I don’t. I know there is no redemption, it’s far too late, but maybe this will help you as well as relieving me from a burden. You remember a bad day, right? You ran away from home, a home too quiet, a home just as infected as your mother and a father, so helpless, so dull and hopeless, he might as well didn’t exist. As it got dark, I began looking for you. And I found you. You were in front of Fredbear’s family diner, together with a stranger in one of those dreadful suits who was sharing some booze with you. Bad enough, but as he signed you to follow him, you didn’t even paused. You smiled. What I felt… I have to explain what I felt, so you may can understand my reaction. My feelings were useless, harming and downright stupid. But please, I beg of you, try to tolerate my broken mind that was worsening with every second I felt helpless. Your dumb behavior, following someone like that in the middle of the night, made me ask myself if you just were that spiteful towards me, that you ignored everything I taught you. If I hurt you so much that you didn’t care about yourself anymore. When I saw you with the stranger, smiling at him, like you haven’t smiled at me in months, like you trusted him so unquestioningly… and yes, I know that thought was the most foolish of my thoughts, I’m aware that I had no right to think like that, but… I felt as if I was getting replaced, ignoring the knowledge that you would be right if you’d ever choose to do so. Obviously, I interrupted. I asked you what the hell you were doing. That you would come home, right NOW. Before I could lecture the stranger as well, you began screaming at me. I remember your words so well. Like everything that happened. “Just fuck off dad, what do you care? Lock yourself up in your room again and let me have at least SOME fun!” I hated your disrespect. Towards me, towards my, no, OUR situation and towards yourself. I grabbed you by the shirt, not caring who saw me harming you like that. You weren’t struggling, you weren’t that… hot-headed back then. But you looked me dead in the eye and said “I wish it were you instead of mom who is in hospital.” And you were sincere, in a way only children could be sincere in wishes that they don’t fully understand. So I threw you back, my breaking point finally reached. I threw you back, telling you to shut up and to never wish anyone to be in hospital. That you didn’t know what you were talking about and should be ashamed of your stupidity. I was too rough, you tumbled backwards and tripped, falling with the back of your head on the curbstone, right on the edge. Blood spilled everywhere. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. I just killed the last member of my family. Then man in the bunny-costume began laughing. His words were chilling, for a while I thought I must have misheard them. But I don’t think I did. “Wow, that was cool! Can you teach me angling like THAT sometime? Would come in handy the next time someone on the streets annoy me!” I always hear those words when I’m alone. I felt like a monster. I was a monster. A monster killing its own child. The simplicity of his statement, the underlying violence in his statement… “annoy me”. The own kid compared to a pesky follower on the street. By your own actions. The man inside the suit was clearly completely insane, and now, so was I, as I had done something so utterly soulless to my own flesh and blood. (cont. next post)

[aestherin]

I STRIKE AGAIN!

Scaramouche makes a tweet.

“I am going to go spend my new years with the only person I willingly tolerate in this universe”

Cut to, Scaramouche banging on y/n’s door like a maniac. A nearby guy walking by, records the entire ordeal.

Y/n frantically opens with wine in one hand, “what the fuck”

“Hey” He shrugs, with a bag of y/n’s favourite food in one hand and board games in the other. He casually walks in leaving y/n stunned. She’s puzzled but just accepts it because atleast she’s not alone on New years! She closes the door and follows him.

The video the random guy recorded goes VIRAL.

People go wild with their speculations and haha, Ayato sees it too.

When Scaramouche leaves the paparazzi is WILD, surrounding him like hungry dogs.

Y/n has just decided to not open her phone for a while, she needs to heal after all this bs. The internet is ruthless afterall so she’s quite oblivious to all this.

—————

Cut to—

Many celebrities are gathered together for some award show except y/n.

Since, Scaramouche and Ayato share a couple of mutual friends, their friend circle overlaps—so they’re all sitting at the same table.

The hosts come to ask them how it’s going and crack some cringy totally not scripted jokes, forced laughs following.

When silence creeps in…

Until “DING!” is heard.

Y/n has been ignoring everyone.

But I wonder, what if she sends Scara a message, to let him know he left half of the uno cards at her house. That idiot.

Just seeing that notification pop up on his phone, with the contact “Y/n ♥️”

Everyone saw it.

Scara just nonchalantly turns his face facing the table. He lets a smirk tug his lips. OH HES SMUG THAT MF.

The twins are offended. You’re ignoring them but texting scara?! Okay then.

Childe is also offended, a little relieved but also confused. When tf did you and scara get so close? I mean he knew you were friends, same circle but..never this much!

Kikyo looks awkward. (I hc kikyo as nice, it’s uncool to hate on another woman who’s done nothing. Like so far she’s only existed. Her fans are annoying not her!!)

Thoma and Ayaka are giving eachother “uh oh” looks because…AYATO looks like he’s abt to full on blue eyes white dragon scaramouche.

All this over uno 🙄

The interviewer just gives out a rough chuckle and in a desperate attempt to change the subject, Childe says..

“Yknow one time I drank bleach on accident..”

It worked. The subject did indeed change.

—————

The tension is still super high in the after-party. If you think Scaramouche would not stare Ayato down in retaliation, YOU’RE WRONG.

There’s sparks, this can break out into a pokemon tier fight anytime place your bets!

When an interviewer walks runs up…

“LIVE HERE. You’re watching “Fontainianmedia”—We have broken into the very exclusive after-party, everything looks grand and here we have Kamisato Ayato, Scaramouche, Miss Lumine and more!”

“Ayato, why did you and y/n decide to break up?”

“Hey get outta here! You’re not allowed here” a security guard follows.

“We were just extremely busy, finding time got increasingly difficult. I still very much respect y/n.” Ayato forced a smile.

Scara lets out a chuckle.

OH that got attention.

“Is there something bothering you? Something perhaps lodged in your food-pipe?” Ayato asks with a smile, but it was aggressive.

“I handle whatever bothers me, trust me I just did. Thanks for your help tho..” Scara says mocking Ayato.

“What are you implying Scaramouche? Does this have to do with y/n” the interviewer follows resisting the security guard whos clearly not paid enough.

A crowd forming the group while the twins and rest try defusing the tension.

“Ah yes, I’d like to know as well. What are your implications here?” Ayato clearly not amused, still keeping his cool demeanour up.

“I think you know”

—————

SHOULD I CONTINUE THIS?? I THINK I AM STEPPING ON TOES HERE LMFAO, TOO FAR?

I have a whole call-out meltdown in my mind prepared tho.

-Anon 🐉

NONONO ILY ANON BUT THIS IS TOO MUCH ANGST I'D CRY PLS

[i-like-yoongi-a-latte]

The year is coming to its end so it's time for my silly little love letter post 💕 I hope this year has been good for you, or if it wasn't, I'm sending hugs bc same, but hey we made it through! I hope next year brings you kindness, good energy, rest and overall happiness 🥰

Happy New Year lovelies!!

These are not in any order, you're all very important to my tumblr experience <3

♥ @taetaestykookie Marrissa my new bestie to yell about BTS with!!! I love following your bias crisis and making your friends/family members become fans! Even though you live far away and timezones suck I'm so happy to be able to randomly send you stuff in like three different apps all about the same thing... I wish cute Tata/Cooky stuff finds their way to you! Thank you for being my friend, I appreciate you 💝

♥ @washyourdamnhands Kinga, the person who's like a warm comforting hug! Always sending me nice videos and making me smile, I adore you 💕

♥ @asgh0sts Danny, I loooove seeing Exo on my dash and that's because of you, also seeing old Shinee photos makes me cry (but in a good way you know). You also gave me good advice once and I felt so happy!! I've also been thinking about Valentine's Day cards already, and I've been meaning to ask you if you want to receive one from me, so let's say this acts like a question for you and a reminder for me hehe. Thank you for being my friend!! 🧡

♥ @danhalen A person who makes me smile, Reny! The thought of you makes me warm and giggly, I really love to send cards to you (I hope the card that's on its way comes home to you safely!!) and I really appreciate you for being my friend!! 💘

♥ @sepastian-ahoey the Sepe to my Teukka, or should I say a demon for making me get new interests.......... I'm feeling like I'll be following the F1 more next year... We also have a Max document date already planned so I'm waiting for that!!! Thank you for being my friend and tolerating all the rants about kpop that you don't know anything about but still kinda do, I promise to listen to your rants in the future too 💞

♥ @firefighter-diaz oh the broken blorbos.... The reason why I listened to Taylor's new album is this person right here!!!! Also I adore you, sending me postcards from cool places and all 🥺 also helping me with my silly questions and making me feel happier and also making me feel like my jokes are funny! remember hun, coaches don't play!! and!!! I will always listen if you have something on your mind ❣️

♥ @chanstopher Dreamy!! The reason I became even more obsessed with Chris's nose!!! As a nose enthusiast™ this was very nice. I could probably write essays about your talents, but like even if we don't talk much here, I really really really appreciate you. You're so kind and lovely, your art is amazing, you make gifs super fast and they're so pretty every time, and when you show the original coloring vs yours I'm always like h o w. Also I'm still giggling about your kind comment to my Leebit <3333 annnd I love to read your little posts about Chan's room when I can't watch it myself! and I also remember saying I'd show you my paintings but I haven't painted - I drew a horse though - but I'll try to remember it when I paint hehe. I wish all the best for you, may Chris bless us you with cute selfies that show his adorable nose 🥰

♥ @ambivartence Siyuan, the lovely person with who I can have fun ask game answers with! How do I even start. Every time I see your art I smile along the wiggly lines, I try to find little hearts and when I do I feel so warm!! Your art is so warm, I can't explain. Also your Seonghwa and Hongjoong live rent-free in my head, and it's also one reason I should get into Ateez more! You're so kind and lovely and I love to read your tags on posts!! I adore you 💝

♥ next I wanna say thanks to the gc, @fangirlinglikealoon & @heiskasmiro, you make me smile so much you have no idea!! No matter what app we're using to communicate, it always feels so nice to see your names appear in my notifications! I appreciate you so much, just know that 💘💘

annnnd here are some other lovely people that make me smile just by seeing their urls <33

♥ @reedskz ♥ @suklaakuppikakku ♥ @trashkingdom ♥ @joel-farabee ♥ @juhollamago ♥ @diazactually ♥ @yjbg ♥ @finnishhockeyelf ♥ @lily-blue-blue-lily ♥ @bortuzzzzin ♥ @thewestishharpooners ♥ @thosedaysthatwill ♥

[bihansthot]

Okay so I'm a suckered for self torment regarding food flavors that are spicy (due to some slight traditions i've picked up in recent years), so this got me thinking.

Is Bi Han tolerant to such flavors? Are his brothers? (Kuai Liang, Hallvard and Tomas), your kiddos and other Lin Kuei? I understand the Lin Kuei would be the type to have a strict diet to follow, but on that off chance they got to eat food outside this restriction, who's likely to have the better tolerance?

I like to think Bi-Han handles spicy very well, but that’s just a personal headcanon? There are a lot of spicy cuisines in China so I don’t think the brothers are strangers to spice. I tend to think Bi-Han and Kuai Liang are part Teochew, a Chinese minority; based on one of Noob’s shadow gears in MK11 so a lot of the food they ate growing up was Teochew Cuisine. It’s known mainly for their braised dishes but there are also spicy noodle dishes, so Bi-Han and Kuai Liang would be used to the spice from an early age on. The Lin Kuei diet I imagine is primarily protein heavy and vegetable heavy for nutrients and probably isn’t Teochew since the Lin Kuei is most likely in Heilongjiang and is mostly known for stews and spicy, rich, salty dishes, so there’s still the element of spice in the local cuisine, but please take what I say with a grain of salt. I’m going off of food blogs about Heilongjiang province and Teochew cuisines, I’m not very familiar with them myself, but we do have Sweet and Sour Pork here which is a very famous Heilongjiang speciality! I love asks like this by the way, it makes me research and look up fun and interesting new facts and I get to learn new things!

Tomas and Hallvard eat what the others eat, but Hallvard is kind of a wuss when it comes to spice, us Norwegians are not exactly known for spicy food, we just have shitty fermented shark that smells and tastes like piss. I personally haven’t eaten it since it’s against my morales to eat shark, but it’s common amongst my peoples and since Hallvard is like a boy me, he’d be familiar with it, especially since he was raised in a fishing village. Tomas is a little better with spicy, but nothing like the Sub-Zero brothers are who handle it without problem. Tomas and Hallvard always complain when the four of them go out for hot pot and Bi-Han and Kuai Liang want to get the mala base and Hallvard and Tomas want the chicken base, thankfully most hot pots allow for two different flavors and all the boys are happy. Out of the four it probably goes Kuai Liang, Bi-Han, Tomas and Hallvard, due to his pyromancy Kuai Liang tolerates all things hot a little bit better than his brother does, including spice, but they are fairly evenly matched. They’re both excellent at eating hot temperature foods, Bi-Han’s breath cools it off and the burning food just doesn’t bother Kuai Liang in the slightest because he often runs warmer than the food he’s eating.

When it comes to my kiddos, they have a good tolerance for spice thanks to their father introducing them to his native cuisine from what he remembers from his Mother’s cooking and dishes he had in the Lin Kuei, but they have a far more Cantonese style diet since a lot of the foods I love are traditionally Cantonese. They also get some Scandinavian fare from me, like my excellent Swedish Meatballs, but those aren’t spicy in the slightest. I would say the boys have a better spice tolerance than I do, but Bingbing doesn’t really at spicy yet as she’s not even three yet.