#wait why am i catching up my art on here again if i hate it. face the facts dude

[b3ach-bunn7]

STEPHANIE

Gojo is your physics tutor and you’re sort of in love with him

Textfic, fluff, Highschool!au

(art Creds to @/eldritcheaven on twitter!)

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September 16th

5:38 pm

You: hiyaaa :D

You: is this Gojos number? Shoko says u can tutor me 😙

Gojo: whats the tutoring for

You: uh school?

Gojo: I mean what subject..?

You: OH LMAO

You: physics :((

Gojo: okay

Gojo: who r u again

You: Y/N

Gojo: okay meet me at the library Thursday after school

You: okayyy see u there 😁

September 18th

6:40 pm

You: gojo how am I gonna finish all this work BY MONDAY

Gojo: that’s three days

Gojo: this is easy stuff

You: FOR YOU

You: I have cheerleading until seven tomorrow night and Saturday

Gojo: okay..

Gojo: that’s my problem how?

You: okay just say u hate me

Gojo: I hate you

You: whatever

September 21st

1:06 am

You: IM DONE!

You: r u impressed

Gojo: no

You: wtf

Gojo: bring it to me at lunch so I can grade it

You: okayyyy

You: goodnight 🩷

Seen

September 21st

1:40 pm

You: GOJO WHERE R U

Gojo: in the library

You: why aren’t u in the cafeteria

Gojo: because it’s too noisy

Gojo: I can’t read in there

You: ha ha nerddd

Gojo: shut up and hurry up.

You: Okayyyy okay

You: Can u see me 🤔

Gojo: no the bright orange cheerleading costume is really hard to miss

You: 😒

You: So is the bone white hair and glasses

Gojo: hurry up

September 21st

8:12 pm

Gojo: ur so shit at physics

You: Uhm okay

You: thanks? 😭

Gojo: im sorry that was rude

Gojo: fear not that’s why I’m here

You: okay

Gojo: don’t worry it’s nothing my genius can’t fix

You: try not brag challenge fail

Gojo: you free tomorrow?

You: I should be yeah

Gojo: okay come to the library after school

You: can’t wait… 😔

September 22nd

4:06pm

You: Gojo

You: GOJO

Gojo: you are literally in front of me speak

You: nk the librarian is looking at me 😓

Gojo: okay so what

You: don’t look so annoyed at me

Gojo: im not annoyed at u

You: okay fine

You: do u have a highlighter

Gojo: …

You: DONT ROLL UR EYES AT ME

Gojo: there is LITERALLY ONE RIGHT IN FRONT OF U

You: omg ur first caps lock 🙁🩷 I’m so proud

Gojo: stop laughing

You: I’m sorry u look so angry over a highlighter..

You: and I can see you smiling too 😒

Gojo: shut up.

September 23rd

7:06 pm

You: Nerdjo I have a question

Gojo: never call me that

You: 😒😒okay.. can I ask u a question now

Gojo: if it’s about the work I gave u just wait until Friday

You: UTS NOT

Gojo: oh

Gojo: okay what

You: would you rather only drink water for the rest of ur life or be allowed to drink anything you like but it always has to have a drop of pee in it

Gojo: where is the pee coming from

You: You don’t know..

Gojo: is it healthy pee

Gojo: because if not then idk what’s in it and I could contract a disease like typhoid or smth

Gojo: and also utis and that’s painful enough as is without me drinking to catch it

Gojo: also how much is a drop

Gojo: is it a ratio thing? So every 1% of any drink I drink is pee or is it always a drop

Gojo: because in that case I can just drink a lot of smth and the pee will cancelled out

You: wtf

Gojo: sorry I’m rambling

You: No.. don’t apologise.. U have opened my eyes

You: I never thought of it like that

You: Also do u think it would like make my drink yellow..

You: Cause that’s GEROOSS

You: voice note elapsed: 00:40

Gojo: voice note elapsed 1:02

September 24th

2:06 pm

You: IM SO EMBARASSED

You: Walk of shame to my seat in my cheerleading outfit god TAKE ME

Gojo: ha ha ha

Gojo: don’t be late next time

You: Shut up

You: I hate Yaga and he hates me

Gojo: he loves me

You: yeah cause ur good at physics and I’m poo at it

Gojo: better focus then

You: okay

September 24th

2:20pm

You: Gojo

You: Gojo

You: NERDJO!!

Gojo: stop texting me

You: move u bag from the chair next to u

Gojo: what???

You: MOVE IT

You: I’m coming to sit next to you

Gojo: tf why

You: the guy next to me won’t shut up

You: and I need ur nerd aura to make me smarter

Gojo: ur so stupid

Gojo: hurry up then

You: WOPPEE OMW

September 25th

1:06 am

You: Gojo r u awake

Gojo: we have school tmrw go to sleep

You: U R 😏

Gojo: freak

Gojo: what do u want

You: I’m bored

You: And I’m confused on question three on the history hw 😓

Gojo: okay..

Gojo: ask me tomorrow

You: Or I can call u rn an u can help me..?

Gojo: .

You: PLEEEEAAAAAAAAAAASE 🙏

Gojo: you have ten minutes

You: YAY

Gojo and Y/N

25/9/2024 Time elapsed: 30:07

September 25th

11:05 am

You: GOJOOOO

You: Can I sit with u in econ today 😏

Gojo: what do u need help with now

You: Uhmmm I don’t need help

You: I just wanna sit with u..

Gojo: oh

Gojo: okay

You: YIPPEEEE

September 26th

12:21 pm

Gojo: YOU WATCH ANIME??????

You: WHY R U YELLING 😭😭

You: Yes… it’s my deep dark secret don’t tell anyone 😔

Gojo: okay with the sasuke keyring on ur bag…

You: LOL

You: how did you even see it where r u..

Gojo: stalking you in the corridors watch out

You: Okay Joe from you

Gojo: ur living ur own Netflix series rn 🩷

You: EMOJIS???

You: Who r u and where’s Gojo gone??!?££?

You: Whats ur favourite anime

Gojo: voice note elapsed: 1:34

September 28th

2:06 am

Gojo: do u think time travel is real

Gojo: or like will be real in the future

Gojo: I feel it could be because like we just advance in technology more and more as time goes by

Gojo: like if u said FaceTime would be a think in 1920 they’d probably hang u

Gojo: there was that Stephen hawking thing he did with like the party invite but

Gojo: if I was from the future I wouldn’t time travel just to prove him right like u just have an ego now

Gojo: food for thought 🩷

September 28th

7:21 am

You: SORRY I WAS AT PRAVTISE and U messaged me at like one am?)

You: But I thinking about you the whole time

Gojo: awwwww youre making me blush

You: SHURRUP

You: i was thinking about ur question not u

Gojo: same thing kinda

You: enough

You: voice note elapsed: 00:54

Gojo: girl u r not Snow White dinosaurs will eat u

You: We will find out when I time travel to the Jurassic era and kiss one

September 29th

3:37 PM

Gojo: why do u keep staring at me do ur work

You: Cause i have a question for u but im shy..🥺🥺

Gojo: EW cringe

Gojo: just ask me

You: You keep looking at me with those bombastic blue eyes im nervous

Gojo: ur so dramatic

You: DONT LAUGH AT ME

Gojo: so text me then

You: okay….

You: We have a pep rally soon can u come

Gojo: was that it..

You: YES

Gojo: girl im coming anyway geto is playing

You: UR FRIENDS WITH GETO???

Gojo: hes my best friend

You: Wait thats true ur always together

You: You know allll the girls on my team have a phat crush on him🤧

Gojo: mhm

Gojo: and are you one of those girls?

You: Nah hes not my type

Gojo: and what is ur type

You: Boys with bombastic blue eyes😏

You: R U BLUSHINGGGG

Gojo: shut up and do ur work

September 30th

9:45 pm

Gojo: ar eu home

You: Yeah why..

Gojo: play roblox with me

You: LOL

You: How’d u know im a gaymer..

Gojo: hoe u is not a gaymer

You: HEY

You: ill have u know im plat on overwatch..?

Gojo: wait actually

You: Actually

Gojo: ….

Gojo: HOP ON OW

You: Uhm sorry i cant im doing the hw my annoying tutor sent me

Gojo: im sure ur sexy smoking hot tutor will let u off this time

You: YAY

Gojo and Y/N

30/9/2024 Time elapsed: 3:46:07

October 1st

12:34 pm

Gojo: pep rally in five days

Gojo: r u nervous

You: Gojo texting me in school..?

Gojo: dont change the subject sweetheart

You: POO

You: Im scared yeah

You: I always am before a game tho

You: Like what if my shirt slips when I’m flipping and i flash my bra

Gojo: the game will get ten times better?

You: HEY

Gojo: JOKUNG IM JOKING

You: As an apology take me out for lunch today 😙

Gojo: ugh fine

You: XD

October 2nd:

2:07 pm

You: WHERE R U

You: GOJO

Gojo: me and geto went out for lunch

You: COME BACK NOW

Gojo: are you okay????

You: YES I WANNA GIVE U A HUG AND A KISS

Gojo: are you having a stroke??

You: SHOKO GAVE ME THE KEYRING

You: A LITTLE NARUTO TO MATCH MY SASUKEEE

You: THANK U SM

Gojo: ur welcome

You: 😁😁😁

You: Bring me back a coke

Gojo: ugh fine

Gojo: do i still get that hug and kiss

You: hmmm I’ll see

October 3rd:

10:21 am

You: image attachment

You: LOOK LOOK LOOK

Gojo: WELL DONE

You: A BBBBBB

You: IN PHYSICSS WHO AM I

Gojo: WELL DONE

You: Thanks for the tutoring🤤

Gojo: wait im the goat

You: hoe EYE am the goat..?

Gojo: i guess it was a team effort

You: Yeah duh

Gojo: good job sweetheart

You: 😁😁😁😁

October 3rd:

9:06 pm

You: ik we had plans but let me come home then we can play

You: Practise ran so late sorry pookie

Gojo: wait ur at school rn??

You: Yes….. kms shortly😔

Gojo: how r u getting home?

You: Walking

Gojo: girl..?

You: My parents r working and i cant drive leave me ALONE

Gojo: wait im coming to get u

You: You dont need to do that gojo

Gojo: i do im omw

You: OKay

You: Btw i like ur new glasses

Gojo: u noticed?

Gojo: stop staring at me all the time omg..

You: I cant help it

You: i love u and all four of ur bombastic blue eys

Gojo: not picking u up anymore

You: IM SORRRY🙏🙏🙏🙏

You: PLZ COME MY KNIGHT IN SHINING GLASSES

You: PLEASEEEE

Gojo: ughhh fineee

Gojo: just because u begged so nicely

You: ahahahah SHUT UP

October 3rd

10:15 pm

Gojo: r u home

You: u literally just watched me walk through my door

Gojo: so..

Gojo: what if someone took u from inside

You: Ur right hoe…

Gojo: im always right

You: Yeah yeah freaking nerd

Gojo: dont hate me cause u aint me

Gojo: ima graduate cum laude in the future

You: Why u talkign about cum u freak

Gojo: shut up

You: cum laude more like cum load 🤣🤣

Gojo: i hate u

You: LMAOOO

You: Ik ur laughng rn

You: Call me

Gojo: say please

You: Please call me four eyes🤞

Gojo and Y/N

03/10/2024 Time elapsed: 4:20:07

October 4th

3:47 am

Gojo: omg did I tell you

Gojo: I was reading this essay on behavioural psychology and it was talking about how like the concept of territoriality in humans it’s so interesting

Gojo: it’s related to how primates make their space

Gojo: not like actually of course nobody is peeing anywhere

Gojo: it’s also related to quantum physics in an weird way

Gojo: voice note elapsed: 2:12

October 4th

7:54 am

You: Whatever you say gorgeous 🙏🙏🙏

You: THATS COOL THO A

You: I got like a quarter of what u said but icloveee psychology

You: I wanna study it at university

You: my fav part is attachment and like child development and stuff

You: so ur next rant topic is going to be about that thanks 🩷

Gojo: did u actually listen to all that

Gojo: sorry I get carried away

You: Duh I listened and don’t apologise or ill shoot u

Gojo: thanks 🩷

Gojo: i bought u a coffee

You: YAYY

You: I’ll meet u at the entrance

October 5th

1:07 am

Gojo and Y/N

05/10/2024 Time elapsed: 2:39:07

Gojo: good luck for tomorrow

You: Thank u 😁

You: I’m gonna need it…

Gojo: shut up ur gonna do fine

Gojo: I’ll cheer u on from the stands

You: YAY

October 6th

3:54 pm

Gojo: get off ur phone and lock in

You: I CANT FIND U

Gojo: I’m like the third row from the bottom

Gojo: next to Shoko

You: I SEE U

You: I recognise those bombastic blue eyes anywhere🩷🩷🩷🩷

Gojo: awww is that big smile all for me

You: Shut it

You: Are those big flowers all for me??? 😁

Gojo: no they’re for the huzz

You: What if I kill you?

Gojo: plz don’t

Gojo: they are for u

You: Ur such a nerd

You: Thank u 😏

You: Ur coming to getos after right??

Gojo: yes

You: Good

Gojo: but

You: Butbwhat

Gojo: we could hang out instead

Gojo: just me and you

You: Are u asking me out on a date gojo????

Gojo: yeah kinda

You: I can see u blushing from over here

You: DONT TURN AROUJD

You: Ofc I’d rather hang out with u

You: See u after the rally😙😙😙😙

Gojo: good luck

Gojo: u look pretty in ur uniform

You: Thwnk u 😁😁😁

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NERDJJO ONE CHANCE PLEASEEEE 🤞🤞🤞😓🥺 these text fics r so fun to write oh my sigma..

guys I know Gojo was kinda mean at first but he thought u were using him for his smarts… also idk I headcanon that he’s not as energetic as he is canonically.. like u think hes always bragging and dry but hes actually just itching to tell u facts about quantum physics

I HOOE U ALL ENJOYED 🩷 as always drop any asks in my inbox !!!!

[lusalemaart]

[denny-artsss]

I really like that last idea where he gets to sub her class, can we see more of that scenario?

Jax: *walks into her class and sits at her desk, resting his legs on it as all the students stare confused*

Student: um... that's our teachers desk-

Jax: Well, your teacher is not here. She's sick, so I am the substitute.

Student: are you... even old enough to be a teacher?

Jax: Obviously! How old do you think I am?

Student: I thought you're a 14 year old at best. Considering your childish clothing.

Jax: it's called an ALT style? God, I thought you people are in art school. *opens a random book and tries to read from it, nervously tugging the bunny ears on his hoodie*

Student: so... our teacher- she asked you to substitute?

*Jax having a flashback of Gangle talking to him* "You go there and tell them I'm sick, and the class is off. Got it?" *end of flashback*

Jax: Yeah, she begged me basically because I'm such a good art teacher- I'm always busy with teaching art and stuff- so where did you guys last leave off?

Student: color theory-

Jax: Why the hell do you need the theory of it just color your drawing.

Student: I'm pretty sure it's needed because-

Jax: *interupts him* okay NERD if you're so smart, why don't you come up here and teach it? Oh yeah, that's right, because I AM the teacher, and you do WHAT I SAY.

Student: ...

Jax: Okay, let's see um- how about- a creative exercise- *reading from a notebook he found in her desk* draw the thing you hate drawing the most- and study why you hate drawing it- did you guys do this before?

*they all shake their heads*

Jax: Okay, then this is it! Start drawing! *looks over at them drawing until one of them catches his attention* why are you drawing your teacher? You hate drawing her?

Student: yeah.

Jax: why is that?

Student: I can't stand her.

Jax: *tries not to laugh* That's not very nice- *bursts out laughing and tries to seem serious*

Student: she's failing me just because I'm not paying attention. It's so stupid.

Jax: I never pay attention to her either. That's why I'm here today. *walks back to her desk and waits for the period to be over*

* Bell rings, and class ends as he walks out of the school, hearing a car door open*

Gangle: *holds it open for him* I swear if I get fired because of you, I dont know what type of crime you'll become victim to my hands.

Jax: *gets in the car with her and buckles up* Geez Gang relax. I just looked over your notes and taught them something from there. I'm not as incapable as you believe I am.

Gangle: it takes a lot more to be a teacher than just teaching one lesson. It's about how to act and make them behave properly.

Jax: *laughs* you sound like your mother.

Gangle: *drives home* never say that again.

[uh-niran-really]

Lifeweaver x Symmetra - Mafia

Content: Fluff, minor mention of violence due to the theme

Word Count: 1,200+

A/N: I wrote this a while back, and was talking with @orca-lw about the theme, so I decided to post it now 🤭 This idea came from her Mafia art which you can find here! 🩷

The night air was cool and crisp. Music filled the space, ridding it of silence. A jazzy melody calling out for patrons to come and listen.

One such patron, Niran PruksaManee, had sat in the bar for hours. He was well know here, well respected, very feared. He liked this bar, not for its overpriced drinks or for its classy decor, oh no. He came here night after night to catch a glimpse of his golden Angel. Each night he sat with his gang, playing cards and smoking, waiting for her to get on the stage. Her voice was beautiful, it made him feel things he thought he was no longer capable of feeling.

Satya was nervous to head onto the stage again. It was crowded unlike most nights, and this was a worrying thought. She didn’t mind performing, it was better than being a bar girl. Although she was nervous, she did as she was told and stepped onto the stage along with her instrumental player Lucio. She looked at all the fuzzy faces, no one standing out in particular, much to her dismay. She was looking for him. Her favourite admirer.

“Why does my heart miss a beat

At some footsteps on the street

It's a precious little thing called love”

Niran smiled hearing her pretty voice again after so long. He silenced those around him with a sharp look, listening intently to her sing. He sipped his drink, eyes fixed on her and only her. She was all that mattered right now, she was all he cared about.

“Why am I content alone

When I know someone will phone

It's a precious little thing called love”

“Hey boss there’s a matter we need-“

Niran shot the man a look, cutting him off immediately. He hated when others spoke over the sound of her voice. It irritated him most of all.

“Perhaps you didn’t understand me the first time. I’m listening to the song.” He snapped, placing his drink in the table and flexing his hands.

“I see a day in June, a wedding tune

A honeymoon cruise

Friends I know who will throw

Some rice and old shoes”

“So sorry boss. Won’t happen again.”

“See that it does not, less I’ll have your head on my wall.”

His gaze returned to the pretty women on stage, a smile replacing his stern look. She was breath taking and he couldn’t help but stare at her. He had wanted to talk to her for so long, yet never had the chance to do so, she often slipped away after she performed. A cheeky little thing.

“What's the one thing makes me say

Heaven's just across the way

It's a precious little thing called love”

He wondered if she would be scared of him, or if she would even want to talk with such a rough and rugged man. He cleaned up well and always took care of himself, yet he knew his occupation wasn’t the most clean. It had a tendency to put people off.

“I was on my way to Dr. Cupid

I was all upset, I was in doubt

Suddenly I laughed with glee

There was nothing wrong with me

For I guessed what it was all about”

She took notice of him at last, her admirer, a smile appearing on her face. She looked positively radiant when she smiled at him. They locked eyes and he felt butterflies in his stomach, his own smile growing.

“Oh, nunna-nunna, oh, nunna-nunna-nunna

I do, I do, I do-do-do

That precious thing called love”

Love. Was this what he was feeling for her. It was strange. He had been in love with people before but it had never felt like this. He felt drunk, despite hardly drinking, his mind floating. She had his attention.

“It's so hard to concentrate

I don't even know the date

It's a precious little thing that they call love”

Niran stood up abruptly. He had to talk to her. She was so perfect. He couldn’t resist her any longer.

“Boss?”

“What?”

“Where are you going?”

“I see a day in June, a wedding tune

A honeymoon cruise

Friends that I know who will then throw

Rice and old shoes”

Niran slipped past the tables heading towards the side of the stage, blissfully unaware of the people moving quickly out of his way. His reputation proceeded him.

“What's the one thing makes me say

Heaven's just across the way

It's that precious little thing called love”

She finished her song, and nodded her head in appreciation to her patrons for listening. Niran was the first to start clapping, making everyone else in the room cheer and clap for her too, afraid of making him mad. Satya smiled noticing he was still watching her. She moved to the side of the stage and he held out his hand to help her down the steps.

“Aren’t you a pretty thing.”

“Aren’t you curious.” She quipped back.

Niran smirked. She was just as sharp as he was and he liked that.

“Lovely song dear, captivating.”

“Thank you, wasn’t aware you had a fine taste in music being a mob boss and all.”

“Ohh so you know who I am?”

“Everyone knows who you are, PruksaManee.”

She winked and took his hand leading him back to her dressing room, not wanting their convocation to end. She was quite forward, though he didn’t mind at all. Her dressing room was small, intimate. Neither of them minded.

“So, are you going to tell me why you come here all the time, or are you just going to continue staring at me?”

“Oh you noticed huh?” He grinned, finding himself more drawn to her than before. He leaned in closer taking advantage of the lack of space now between them.

“I do. You’re hard to miss PruksaManee.”

“Call me Niran. Or better yet, Bua.”

She grinned. So the mob boss had a pretty name. Ironic. Though she supposed that he was actually quite pretty himself. He stared down at her with his warm honey coloured eyes, a soft smile on his face that quickly turned into a soft smoulder.

“And what shall I call you?”

“What would you like to call me?”

A lot of things. His. Mine. Darling. Honey. Dearest. Tii Rak. She was captivating enough. He intrigued her with the way she carried herself. He wanted her more than anything in the world. Oh the crimes he would commit for this woman.

“Let’s start with your name hmm?”

“Satya.”

“Beautiful.”

“So are you going to answer my question or did you want something else?”

Niran raised a brow. He recalled their convocation so far, remembered she had asked why he came here a lot. He thought about it for a while, getting lost in her eyes again and again. Beautiful.

“I come here for you, naturally.”

“I figured as much, Bua.”

Bua. Meaning Lotus in Thai. He loved when people closest to him used that. He started to picture a life with her. It was strange because they had only really just met properly. Yet he had visions of them growing up together and spending everyday of their lives in each others company. Dreams of big arching white walls and blue translucent lights, that created odd little shapes. He blinked rapidly feeling a little light headed. He had these visions a lot. It was only now that he had seen her up close, that they were clearer. This woman would be his

“I.. I want to get to know you better. I feel like we’re connected somehow.”

“I too feel that way.”

“Wonderful.” He clapped his hands. “What time do you get off? I’d love to treat you to dinner.”

“Eight. But can you find something this short notice?”

“I’m a PruksaManee darling, I can do anything I want to.”

[zipzapzopzoop]

There's a Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow

Chapter 32: Am I My Brother's Keeper?

(This chapter features a character getting kidnapped. Take care and read at your own risk)

With every passing moment, Art and Fritz grew more frantic in their search of Gaston. 

They had found his meatball cannon where it had tumbled in the bushes. He carried that little cannon on him everywhere he went so… why was it here? Where was Gaston?

More agents were beginning to pull up to the school and tape it off for searching. They couldn’t stay here or they’d risk being caught. “He’s not here. Is it possible he ran off?” Fritz looked over at Art. The spaceman was watching the agents out the window, the meatball cannon in his hands. 

“No. He never goes anywhere without this cannon. If he’s not here… He’s with them.” Art’s gaze narrowed at the men. The events from last night flashed through his mind. These people thought they could stroll in and take his family away?

Art’s fist clenched at his side, the other one tightening on the cannon almost enough to damage it. Fritz looked up at him fearfully and took a couple steps back. Art was such a gentle giant… he had never been known to get violent. Not before this, anyway. He was the peacemaker of the family, always stepping in and calming everyone down if there were ever squabbles. But nobody had ever taken his sister or brother from him before.

Art’s entire body shook with anger. Fritz’s eyes widened. Suddenly, Art seemed to snap himself out of it. He stopped and took a deep breath, breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth. He closed his eyes and relaxed his shoulders. Art looked down at the cannon in his hands. Fritz exchanged a glance with Petunia and slowly approached Art again.

The bigger man held the cannon to his chest and closed his eyes, as if whispering a silent prayer. He stayed there for a moment before he opened his eyes and looked at Fritz.

“Let’s go.”

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Franny tapped her thumbs on the steering wheel anxiously as she waited for the others. Initially she was going to go look with them while Carl stayed with the boys, but every time she tried to leave, Wilbur would beg her not to. 

She also hated the idea of being away from him while the agents were here. She wanted to be where she could keep an eye on him. She had the A/C in the car way up to help him feel better. They were parked around the side of the school so as to stay close enough the family could find them, but not so the agents would see them right away.

It was about ten minutes into her wait when Bud, Laszlo, and Tallulah crashed next to the car. Laszlo’s helmet was built only to carry one person at a time, so what was so urgent that they all had to fly here? Franny leapt from her seat and stepped out of the car, instantly sensing that something was wrong. Where was Tiny? Wilbur instantly perked up and moved to unbuckle his seatbelt, but Franny stopped him. “I’m just stepping outside of the car, bud. I’m not going anywhere.” He seemed to settle a bit, but stayed aware.

“Tallulah! Bud!” Franny sounded relieved, but waited expectantly for the bad news.

“They got Tiny,” Laszlo huffed, trying to catch his breath. “I hit a dead end and… they caught up to us…” he coughed. “I’m sorry, I went the wrong way…”

Tallulah, also doubled over to catch her breath, tapped at his shoulder to get his attention. She was wheezing pretty hard. Her brother quickly felt through his pockets and pulled out a backup inhaler, shaking it and handing it to her. She took a puff and kneeled down in the grass, letting it kick in. Laszlo had his hand on her back. She flinched slightly in pain. “Breathe, Lu. Do you have your inhaler?” She shook her head. “No… Lost it,” she wheezed between words. “When the car flooded… in the canal..” 

Tallulah tried to hand the inhaler back but her brother shook his head. “Hang onto it.” He made a mental note to ask her about the canal later. 

Franny kneeled down on Tallulah’s other side, making sure she was breathing alright. “This is worse than we thought. When Gaston gets back, we need to-.”

“Gaston’s not coming back…” Franny looked up in shock. Art stood next to the car, looking grim and holding the meatball cannon in his hands. Franny felt like the air was stolen from her lungs. “What do you mean…?”

“Those people got him,” Art spat. 

Franny felt her limbs go numb and her body go cold. She felt like she couldn’t breathe. For a moment she wondered if she should use Tallulah’s inhaler on herself.

She had never heard her brother use such a bitter tone before. Something about his expression gave her chills down her spine and made her stomach turn. She hadn’t seen it since her brothers had gotten into a terrible fight many years ago. It was before Wilbur was born. Hell, it was back before she and Neil got married. 

Fritz hurried over to his daughter and wrapped a gentle arm around her. “Honey…”

He moved to grab his spare inhaler from his pocket, but Tallulah stopped him. “I already took a puff. It’s working, I can feel it.” Tallulah was still breathing rough, but much better than before. She wrapped her arms around her father and brother, fully appreciating the fact that they were all four together for the first time since they were all separated.

Franny didn’t realize she was crying until Art set a gentle hand on her back. He took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Frankie hopped on her shoulder and put a comforting hand on top of her head. “Let’s go home and regroup. The family took a big hit, and we need to get out of here before the agents find us.”

Franny looked around. Her brother was right… Carl was still not caught up, Wilbur was shaken up, Art was close to losing his temper, Tallulah overdid it already and needed to recover, half the family was missing, Gaston was gone. 

The family was in rough shape.

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Gaston tried to shout, but his voice was muffled behind cloth.

“Damn, he’s awake already?”

“Seriously, what are these people made of? They’re tough as hell.”

He was in a vehicle, his arms zip-tied behind his back and a cloth over his head. It must’ve been a sweater or a bag or something. It was small, but thick.

Last thing he remembered, he was thrown off of Tiny and went crashing into the bushes. As he was getting up, a bag was thrown over his head and something stuck into his shoulder.

He woke up here.

There was no telling how long they’d been driving, or where they were going. All Gaston knew was that he didn’t want to be here. Gaston writhed around and tried to get loose until he was stuck with something again.

In the blink of an eye, he dropped like the dead.

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[atherix]

Hello @atherix, I’m here to show my appreciation to my fav author ‘cuss sometimes is sad that I can’t tell anyone that you are my favorite, because… you know.

You deserve all the love and praising you receive so here you go. The drawing it’s supposed to be your persona but sometimes in the process things are difficult. I swear the skin is gray or i try it to be but again, color theory is getting on my nerves. Took inspiration based on the fact that it’s a witch of ice. 

Thank you for the stories you have created, I find myself very busy lately but when I have time, I get back to reading and I’m like I REMEBRE WHY I LOVE THIS.

It’s the way you express thing and the storytelling and the characters and omg Midnights it’ giving me a worrying amount of confort while reading. On some days i can’t wait to just get everything finish to have some time to get back and read. I hated reading but you, you get me some motivation. I still haven’t catch up completely with the series but I’m getting there.

And you are going to have to pay for giving me serious highly expectations of a relationship but for now it’s fine I guess, since you are my main source of giving advice to all my friends with love issues. 

And I’m telling you that if there is any personal project, I’m in.

Hope you like it.

(pst: Sorry for any mistakes)

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(Aci Response)

Mikaela I am going to SOB this is??? So good?? you make her look so good!! I am OBSESSED with that snowflake/ice symbol on her back??? canon now I am so. AND HER HAAAIIIRRRRR I am amazed by your art every time I see it. Her skin is gray yes but your lighting is wonderful, I love this so much thank you!! and remembering she’s an ice witch.... hhhh <3

and those shoes.... I want those shoes irl. And the way you’ve drawn her top it’s so <3<3<3

I’m so glad you enjoy Midnight so much!! Take all the time you need catching up, it’s not going anywhere anytime soon <3 Thank you so much for coming along with me on this journey <3 

Thank you so much hhh!!! <3 

[justadino-ig]

🐻🐕📦🍄🟫🐡 📔 👞 🥠

answer them all

OH THATS A LOT. keep in mind i am so indecisive and have many favorites so

🐻 fav vs. least fav trope?

one bed vs miscommunication...... hydrogen bomb vs coughing baby tbh

🐕 a sentence you read/wrote that stuck with you?

!!

one i wrote:

He hates him like the moon hates the sun, always running after but never being able to catch up.

(from my tachihara fic)

three i didn't:

from brand new city by @minusboy:

”I wanted you,” Arthur says with a shaky exhale, lips pressed against warm skin, his hand firmly pressed over his heart, the gentle thump thump thump soothing the gaping wound across his chest. Alive. He’s alive. ”Just you.”

from alive and free (look at me!) by @zukkaoru:

Here, where Nikolai is hopelessly in love with two people who left him behind. Here, where Nikolai is both grieving and celebrating. Here, where Nikolai bleeds and laughs and cries and dies and lives again. Here, at the start of a moment. Here, at the top of the world.

from i won't let go of your hand by @starrynightarchive

always a bleeding heart, your fukuchi.

📦 choose one genre of fanfiction, the rest have to go!

hm. this. i read too many i cannot choose </3

🍄‍🟫 do you prefer canon or au?

like i said, i have too many aus to say canon. but i do like canon too, i just.. enjoy building aus a Lot

🐡 who / what inspired you to read / write / create?

ooh, this one is fun!! um, my inspiration a lot of the time comes from.. everything. other authors/writing, artists/art, music, irl situations, stuff i read.. there's never just one source of inspo i've ever drawn from.

📔 how do you deal with art block / writers block?

i try to switch from art to writing or the other way around.. or just try to wait it out, writing tidbits and doodling random stuff. sometimes i'll just try to read instead.

👞 do you prefer collabs or working independently?

working independently, generally, but i do heavily enjoy collaborating with the right people; this is part of why i love rping so much, actually :)

🥠 one thing you’d like to improve on in your writing / art?

hmm, i'll try to keep this to one thing.. for writing: describing clothing. for art: my style in general

[hannahssimblr]

Chapter Twenty-Eight (Part 3)

After the night draws in, the party thins out until soon there are only four of us left. It’s a Thursday night, after all, and everybody has things to do tomorrow. I warm my legs by the crackling fire as Claire says a tearful goodbye to the group of friends she was closest to before she started hanging out with Kelly and I. She always had an easy time making and keeping her friends, because she’s just like that. Endlessly likeable without ever having to try. When she comes back over to the fire pit and says nothing, just curls up and puts her head on my shoulder. She smells like the smoke from the burning wood, as do I. I know the scent of this night will linger for days in my hair. 

The stars are so clear, and the night is so dark that we can see the milky way. I look at Jude as he looks up at the sky, head thrown all the way back, eyes wide and barely blinking. I think of a story he told me once about a night he spent wild camping with Jonas when they were in New Zealand, and how cold they were, but how clear the sky was, and while they shivered in their sleeping bags they saw more stars than he’d ever seen in his life. I wonder if he is thinking now that the sky in New Zealand is exactly like the sky here. 

An email notification goes off, and he pulls himself down to earth. I watch him take out his phone and look at it, and catch the moment his expression turns from serenity to urgency, a jolt practically shooting him out of his seat. 

“That an email, man?” Shane says sleepily. 

Jude clears his throat. “Um. Yeah it’s a work thing.”

“Who’s sending work emails at midnight?” 

I feel a lump forming in my throat. I know who. It’s four o’clock in Los Angeles. My vision zeroes in on him. “What does it say?” 

“It’s… They just… um. They liked my portfolio is all.” 

“Oh!”

Claire looks confused. “That’s good, right? That’s good news? Why do you both look depressed?”

“It is good,” I say, “It’s unreal. What did they say? Any good tips.”

“Not really, I…” He frowns at the screen, “I’ll go over this again tomorrow, I’m too tired right now to deal with it.”

Shane speaks up, “I’m confused, man, is it a job offer or something?”

“Um,” Jude says.

“He asked for portfolio feedback, that’s all,” I explain, “The studio is in America so it’s not like he’s going to work there or anything.”

“So they’re just giving you advice on your art?”

Jude smiles weakly. “It’s nothing, like I said, I’ll deal with it tomorrow, I-”

“I’m so lost,” Says Claire. 

“Let’s not talk about it for now,” Jude insists, and his voice is sharper than usual. “I’m tired and it’s not that fun to talk about work and stuff. Can we just, like, chill out by this fire and enjoy this moment?” He puts his phone back into his pocket and changes the subject, and we talk about things that don’t matter while I watch his leg bounce anxiously for over an hour. 

When Jude and Claire go inside to bring out some blankets for us, now that the dew has settled over the garden and the cloudless night has made way for a chill, Shane leans towards me. “Whatever ends up happening, you’re going to be fine.” 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean whatever he decides to do, like, whether he goes to America or not, you’ll survive it.”

“He’s not going to America, where did you get that idea from? He’s just waiting for a job to come up in the UK.” 

Shane purses his lips. “Okay well, just saying. If, like.”

The cool air licks up my arms and legs, and I shiver while goosebumps erupt all over my skin. “He doesn’t want to go there.”

“Does he not?”

“No,” I feel a prickle of annoyance. “He’s going to get a job in London.”

“What if they wanted him in the states?”

“Well he wouldn’t want that.”

Shane takes a moment, considering this, and then gently says “But it’s his home.”

“This is his home,” I am his home, right?

“Ireland?”

“Yeah.”

“No it isn’t, he’s a fish out of water here.”

“I think I know better how he feels about-”

“Evie, c’mon,” He says, and he doesn’t look me in the eye because he hates doing that, so he looks very seriously into the flames instead, “That fella is not an Irish man. He doesn’t act like one or talk like one or look like one. He doesn’t feel like one either and that’s an obvious thing. As long as I’ve known him he’s been that way.”

“What way is that?”

“Like he can’t sit still, I mean. Like he’s going to just leap out of his seat and start running away. Why’d you think he went to Berlin, like? You think he would have split up with Michelle and left Jen behind like that if he had any patience for Ireland? He hates it here. He’s a caged bird, like.”

“Well, England-”

“What’s England, though? Ireland with a few bigger cities? Ireland but a coloniser version? What’s that to him?”

“He wants to be with me.”

“I’d say he does,” Shane shrugs, “because obviously he likes you a lot, but…” 

“You think he should do the same to me as he did to Michelle? Sacrifice me for an experience?”

“No, I think you should really think about what the best thing to do is, you can-” Jude and Claire come back out of the house with the blankets then. We hear them laughing before we see them and we cut off our conversation. 

“What’s with the long faces?” Claire says cheerfully, “I hope you’re not talking about what I think you’re talking about.”

“Australia? Surely not,” says Jude as he slumps into the seat beside me and throws a knitted blanket over my legs, “We’re not allowed to talk about Australia, are we?”

“No, shush,” Claire says, “Don’t even think the word. Anything else, let’s think about anything else but leaving.”

Later, much later, with the stars disappearing and the dawn slowly encroaching, Claire and I lie on blankets on the lawn while the grass shimmers silver with morning dew. Jude and Shane are sleeping by the dwindling embers of the fire, we can hear their slow breathing even though we can hardly see their faces through the dark. 

“Claire?” I whisper to her. 

“Yes, babe?” 

“What was it that made you compromise in the end?”

“What do you mean ‘compromise’?” I feel her eyes on the side of my face. 

“All of those things that you wanted,” I say, “Like, your dreams and all, about having a big wedding and babies and a big house by the time you were twenty five. That was always what you talked about. I’m just curious to know, that’s all. What made you put it on hold? Was it something about Shane, or the way you feel about him?”

She pauses in consideration for a minute, “Well, I didn’t really compromise,” she says. “Yeah, like, I wanted those things, and I wanted them immediately. Like I knew I would have a massive white wedding and a big country house and dogs and kids and all that, I suppose I just thought I needed to start doing it all by the time I was twenty two. Now I am twenty two and it’s like, I’ve learned that those things weren’t the real dream, do you know what I’m saying?”

“Not for right now?”

“Yeah, for one day. I’ll have those things one day but,” She shifts thoughtfully, “Shane’s my dream, actually, I just realised after we went through such a hard time this year that I couldn’t give him up. I couldn’t have any of those things unless he was doing them with me and I couldn’t be the one who held him back from his dream just so that I could force him to fit into mine. And anyway, the dream isn’t the dream if he isn’t by my side.”

“So if he goes, you go,” I whisper. 

“Yeah, if he goes I go.”

“That’s true love.”

She giggles, “That’s true love for us. If he needs to go to Australia and play Aussie Rules then that’s what we’re going to do. I don’t want any other man for my whole life, so.”

“Hm,” I say. “That’s very romantic.”

“Well we are very romantic.”

“Shane Healy,” I snort, “a real Romeo.”

Claire punches my arm, “You don’t see what I see!”

“I think maybe I see it sometimes,” I admit, “Like he has these moments where he surprises me with the things he says. He’s insightful, you know? He’s been there for me when-” I cut off in surprise at this sudden bout of tears, “Oh, God, I am not crying, hang on,” I fan hands in front of my eyes. “God sake.”

Claire sniffles loudly, “Well if you cry then I’ll cry.”

“Can we just cry?” I plead, “can we just admit that we’re sad?”

“We’re sad,” She agrees, and her arms reach for me so that we can hold each other and sob gently into the other’s shoulder. 

“I can’t even explain how much I’ll miss you both,” I say, “What the hell am I going to do without you?”

“You’ll be okay,” she says, “I know you don’t think you will, but you don’t need anybody, anybody except for Evie Kilbride.”

I sniffle pathetically. 

“Anyone,” she repeats, “And you’ll find all of the easy answers, and the right directions and joy and peace and love and you’ll be so happy.”

“Alright.”

“And we’ll be back someday, I swear to God, because for all I’ve just said about Shane being the dream, I still want my big country house, okay?”

“Okay.”

“So let’s try and sleep now, right? It’s late and I have a long day tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” I wipe my nose with my sleeve, “So should we say goodbye now, then?”

“No, we won’t,” She brushes my hair away from my forehead, “My parents are coming to get me at six, and we can say goodbye then, okay? Then we won’t have to cry over it. Let’s pretend for now that I’m not really going.”

I nod, “Alright then.”

She flips over to her back and bundles the blankets around her chin, “So goodnight, Evie.”

“Goodnight Claire.”

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[pieofdeath]

i emerge several hours later with the across the spiderverse liveblog. for people who don't want to read it: fantastic movie! all the different art styles were really cool! i miss noir a lot! I can't wait for the 3rd movie!!!

Incredible intro sequence, once again

I'm watching this one on my actual TV too

Oh I didn't say this with the first one but having the approved by the comics code authority stamp right before the movie is an incredible choice

!!! GWEN 💖

Is it a spider rule that you have to have been bit on your arm/hand

The INCREDIBLE drumming sequence 

Ok noted Gwen is from earth 65

Gwen, don't be mean to the drums :(

Band mates look fun!

Peter from her universe seems so nice!!!

HE DRANK SOME FUCKIN RADIOACTIVE THING???

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GWENS PROM OUTFIT

HOLY SHIT is Peter green goblin for Gwen???

“I just wanted to be special.” Said by PETER FUCKING PARKER IS FUCKING ME UP.

I'm getting all the compounded emotions from the first movie 

HE KNOWS WHO SHE IS

AND THEN HE DIED.

the doors closed and showing Spider-Woman and then opening and showing Gwen…

This voice talking is for Sure JJJ

Hey aren't y'all proud of me I knew that

Oh the caption said Jonah I'm not as cool :(

Her dad being a cop trying to hunt her down 

Wait in this universe Uncle Ben is alive :(

HER DAD’S WEARING A VISIONS ACADEMY SHIRT

Gwens world has such a pretty art style. it's so colorful and painterly, it's absolutely gorgeous 

THE WAY THE COLORS BLOOM WHEN SHE GIVES HER DAD A HUG

Gwen being cool colors in the warm toned kitchen… 

her hiding her suit in the drum is so cool

THE PIC OF HER AND MILES!!!

THE TRANS FLAG HAHAHAHA YAAAAAY

the music is so cool

Gwens world! Again! Gorgeous!!

Yuri! I know that name from the snapcube fandub :)

The deep voice she does for her dad 😭

THIS VULTURE LOOKS SOOOOOOO COOOOOOOOOL

PAPER MAN!

what universe is he from 

OHHH HE'S FROM A SICK RENAISSANCE WORLD!!!

THATS SO COOL ARE THESE COMICS REAL SOMEONE TELL ME WHERE TO FIND THEM!!!

JEFF KOONS. POINTS.

The Renaissance man hating Jeff Koons and modern art is so funny!!! 

The vulture is animated in such a cool way

MIGUEL!!!!!!!!!

DARK GARFIELD

THE COMICS FROM THE LAST MOVIE ARE STILL IN THE PILE :D

I hope we see a lil bit of Noir I miss him :(

Miguel having sketchy lines + shoulders is so cool

DOCTOR STRANGE MENTION 

THE WING REBUILDING THATS SO COOL

WHO IS THIS MOTORCYCLE LADY!!!!!!!!

I HAVE NEVER SEEN HER BEFORE!!!!!!!

COOL SPIDERWOMAN. SHE'S PREGNANT AND MARRIED

“will you adopt me?” “What?” “What?”

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Is she married to Miguel?

MIGUEL WITH THE FUCKING TEEEEEEETH

Miguel 🤝 my spidersona/spiderman oc. Having big ol teeth 

I really need to talk about her

The running home of calling the universe glitching “banksy” 😭 y'all live in New York isn't he British!

The shot of Gwen holding her hands up trying to talk to her dad….

SHE TOOK OFF THE MASK…

“How long have you been lying to me?” 

“Can you just not be a cop for a second, and be my dad here and listen to me?”

The background changing to be the mask…

Seriously Gwen's world is STUNNING and I can see why her costume looks like that now

HE TRIED TO FUCKING ARREST HER…

New comic for the Pile! Miles Again!

Miles is from 1610… Got it…

hehe my blorbo is from 1910 :)

The parents waiting for miles :( 

THE SPOT. I KNOW THAT GUYS NAME. 

Those cameras look like the fnaf cameras to me

The spot trying to get the money 😭

“NO! SIR! PLEASE JUST LET ME ROB YOU!” 😭😭😭

“I'm a scientist. Or, I was. I am. You've heard of alchemax. I used to work there.” IS THIS FUCKING BAGEL GUY!!! SAY IT'S THE BAGEL GUY.

THE LITTLE SPIDER DRAWING it's so cute

I love Miles' art btw it's so good

MILES HAS TO MAKE YOUTUBE APOLOGIES?!

JJJ!!!! hehe

“I don't dwell on it” while drawing so much art of Gwen. 

The additions to the Expectations graffiti of the other Spiders and Uncle Aaron (both Uncle and prowler edition)...

The dad trying to spell important and failing 😭

How he ended up catching Spot 😭

AP STUDIO ART I DID THAT 🫵

MILES FLAKING TO GET SPOT

HIS DAD IS ON THE PTA 

I'm so certain this is Bagel Guy 

HIS DAD RUNNING DOWN THE STAIRS

IT'S BAGEL GUY!

“Spiderman, why did you create this guy?” 😭 Even when he doesn't know it's his son he's in dad mode

Miles trying to get his dad to Talk About His Emotions… I love that

“Maybe get off the kids ass…” “what?” “What?”

“You gotta let him spread his wings, man. Like this.” Thanks for that demonstration miles sjdfjdjakskg

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Spot trapped in weird spot dimension

“Hypothesis. I'm going to put my head in that hole.” Not a hypothesis but carry on

YO. CLASSIC COMICS WORLD.

LEGO WORLD!!!!!!!!!

THE CASH REGISTER JUST BEING SO CHILL ABOUT SPOT 

LEGO SPIDERMAN IS PART OF THE MULTIVERSE THING WITH MIGUEL!!!!

literally obsessed with this

Are those kids playing Yu-Gi-Oh 

UNCLE AARON GRAFFITI!!!

His dad was so excited to say he was grounded

The DJ looks fucking STRESSED 

what fucking incredible reality warping bullshit is happening in his room

GWEN HIIIII

SHE HUGGED HIM IMMEDIATELY AUWJDJSJ 

GWEN YOU CAN'T JUST OPEN THE PACKAGE OF A COLLECTIBLE LIKE THAT. 

Her name is Jess Drew!

If he doesn't tell his parents about Spider-Man I'm gonna cry

SHAKESPEARE DIMENSION I WANNA SEEEEEEEE

HOBIE MENTION!

What weird things did she plant

SPOT! HI SPOT

the cute upside down sitting!!!!

Miles’ new suit looks really nice btw

“In every other universe, Gwen Stacy falls for Spiderman. And in every other universe, it doesn't end well.”

“There's a first time for everything, right?” ADORABLE

Gwen in casual wear is really cute

SURPRISE MOM

The conversation between Miles and his mom… it's fucking me up. I love them so much. I love these movies so much.

Him stripping down to the suit as he's going down the stairs 

Spot’s name is Dr Jonathan Ohnn… Noted. He looks rlly cool

The way the thought boxes look while he's invisible is so cool

The colorful glitching and reality warping is so cool

THE TUNNELS IN THE MULTIVERSE

EARTH 50101 IS SO FUCKING COOL

THE FUCKING SICK AS HELL YOYO??????

PAVITR IS SO FUCKING COOL IM OBSESSED WITH HIM.

“This is where the traffic is, this is where the traffic is, this is where the traffic is and this is where the British stole all our stuff”

Pav shipping them so fucking hard 😭

HOBIEEEEEEEEEEEEE

I'M LITERALLY OBSESSED WITH HIM!!!

SPOT LOOKS SO FUCKING COOL. OH MY GOD.

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OH NO PAVS GIRLFRIEND

“Markers are predicting an upcoming canon event” STARES DIRECTLY AT GAYATRI.

SHES OK AND SO IS HER DAD YAAAY

wait hold on. Canon event disrupted. One of them wasn't supposed to be okay.

Hobie is incredible btw. I love his animation in contrast to the other three.

I miss noir 

Pav’s suit is fantastic btw idk if I've said that

“What's that?” “It's a metaphor for capitalism” Hobie 😭

Oh there's other guys. I'm staring so directly. 

Fun fancy white spider. Pink spider. Spider with multiple arms. 

“I don't follow orders, neither does he.” “I'm invited to HQ? WOO!!!!” [Hobie looking so upset] 

so obsessed with Hobie and Miles already. They're buddies.

NEW COMIC IN THE PILE

HOBIE IS SO PRETTY I KNEW WHAT HE LOOKED LIKE BUT MAN. HIS HAIR IS ALSO DRAWN DUPER COOL WITH THE ANIMATION 

Miguel is from 928… 

HQ LOOKS SO FUCKIN SICK

Idk who Malala Windsor is but I love her. From 835 it looks like?

All the puns. Quipping is a spiderman constant 😭

THERE'S SO MANY SPIDERS!!!!!!!

Peter Parkedcar??? 

OBSESSED WITH WEBSLINGER. IS THIS GUY REAL WHERE CAN I BUY HIS COMICS.

Is that spiderman from one of the games

That animation is distinctly different and reminds of stuff my faefriend has shown me

hold on was that a real ass human. 

THATS FUCKING DONALD GLOVER 

AUAUDHFJSJAKRK

MIGUEL!!!

did he just give himself a venom shot. what was that

Aww Miguel's daughter is so cute

“Just don't enlist till you know what war you're fighting” HOBIE!

PETERRRRRRRR

WITH A BABY HARNESS THINGY

LITTLE BABYYYYY HER NAMES MAYYYYYY HE CALLS HER MAYDAY

HE MADE HER A TINY WEBSHOOTER

“Spider-Verse…” “Spider-Verse… that sounds stupid” 😭

REAL WORLD TOBY MCGUIRE???

I didn't realize that it's police inspectors… That's so wild. 

Bro Miguel needs a hug

SHIT MILES IS RIGHT HIS DAD IS ABOUT TO BECOME CAPTAIN…

“If not for Uncle Ben, most of us wouldn't be here, Miles “ AUSHDJFJSMAMD…

ANDREW GARFIELD????

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PENI'S HERE YAYYY

WHERE'S NOIR!

is this like PS1 spiderman

“Kid, look at me-” “stop calling me that.” “There we go.” “Hobie, you're not helping.” “Good.”

“little man. Peter Pan. Palms.” 

HOBIE IS LITERALLY THE BEST DAMN CHARACTER. 

HOBIE QUIT CLAPPING AND CHEERING

THE SPIDERMAN POINTING SCENEEEEE

MILES HIDING ON THE GUYS BACK

IS THAT A SPIDER T-REX

OG TV SHOW SPIDER-MAN 

Took a break here to go practice my clarinet before school starts up

Alright I'm back like an hour later

Hobie looks like he was drawn with poscas 

Ben reilly looks like a rob liefeld guy

MILES IS THE ORIGINAL ANOMALY… FUCK DUDE.

BLAST MIGUEL INTO ORBITTTTTTT

OH SHIT HE'S GONNA GO TO THE WRONG WORLD BECAUSE THE SPIDER IS FROM 42… 

Spider-Byte didn't stop him from being sent home… 

GWEN D:

May blew a raspberry at Miguel 😭 smart baby

Earth 42 looks sick as hell

I love the reds and greens

Gwen and her dad 😭

HER DAD QUIT SO MAYBE HE'S NOT GOING TO DIE

“You're the best thing I've ever done” 

THE HUGGGGGGGGGG

Hobie left a fun package! 

THE PORTAL TO HOBIES WORLD IS SO COOL!

The montage of Miles swinging through the streets… 

First hint of noir I love him

OH FUCK HIS DAD IS BEING CALLED CAPTAIN 

GWENNN

MILES DOESN'T KNOW HE'S NOT HOME…

it sounds like he's coming out as gay and you know what he is

Who's spiderman

I knew it was coming but damn

UNCLE AARON!!!!!

Oh Miles had braids in 42, I wanna see that

Oh my god what is 42-Miles mixed up in. 

HIS DAD'S DEAD IN 42…

GWEN TALKING TO HIS PARENTS

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His dad called her emo 😭

“He loves you more than you could ever imagine. I've seen it.”

NEW COMIC ON THE PILE

Uncle Aaron is so menacing in this world

Prowler wears Nike airs 

OH SHIT MILES FROM 42 IS PROWLER????

Braids look fantastic

The difference in how 42-Miles and Miles are shaded is WONDERFUL 

I want to know who was supposed to be bit in 42 super bad. 

THE SPOT THE SPOT THE SPOT!!!

May dangling from the ceiling 😭 she's so adorable

GWEN IN PETER'S WORLD WITH HOBIE’S PORTAL 💖

NOIRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE MOVIE CANT BE FUCKING OVER OH MY GOD

HEAD IN HANDS I can't wait

Not going to lie from how much everyone talked about him when this came out I thought Hobie had more screen time

He's fantastic and I adore him 

I can't WAIT for beyond the spiderverse 

Skipping to see if there's an after-credits scene

Huh doesn't look like it. Absolutely wild. 

VERY good movie!!!!!

OHHHHHHH THE CASHIER WAS FROM VENOM……….. OK IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW 

so in summary. good movie :) long but very good, it was FANTASTIC and I'm in love

[aidenlyons]

Jake asks Aiden to meet him at the library. He needs to get some studying done but also wants to spend time together.

Plus it's a lot quieter than his dorm, and Aiden can work on some art or read something.

(lot by Loquatrooster)

After a little while sitting across from eachother at a table, Jake moves them to the couch. Not long after that, he pulls Aiden close.

J: My head is going to explode.

A: Why are you sticking with this major if you hate it?

J: It seemed useful? You know, for after.

A: C'mere, you're so tense.

J: Ugh, I forgot how good you are at that.

A: Don't change the subject. Aren't there other, useful degrees you might like better?

J: I looked through them, before I enrolled. Not really. Can't imagine doing anything other than football.

A: You can't play football forever, Jake.

J: I know. Maybe by then you'll be a rich and famous artist and I'll just be your house husband.

Aiden laughs fondly.

A: Go back to studying, I'm going to find a book to read.

Jake springs up and catches Aiden before he goes too far.

J: Wait... You don't think that could happen?

A: My art isn't that great, Jake..

J: I haven't seen anything recent, but it was pretty great before. Can't imagine it's gotten worse.

A: You're biased.

J: Doesn't mean I'm wrong.

A: I don't know. I guess we'll see.

J: I am going to build you the best studio after graduation. You'll see.

A: Somehow, I believe you. Now go study.

J: Ugh. Fine. Go find a book. Spoilsport.

Aiden is gone for a while - it's a big library - so Jake goes to find him, frustrated with his books and a bit lonely.

J: Hey, there you are.

A: Hm? Oh.. the selection is larger than I expected. Having trouble deciding.

J: Hm. It's nice back here. Cozy... Quiet.

A: I guess. I haven't heard many people pass by.

J: Yeah? You know, I've been thinking.. we've been dating again for a few weeks now.. And I know we've been taking it slow...

Jake steps forward, putting his hands on Aiden's waist.

J: And I've liked it. Don't get me wrong. Just spending time with you again is.. incredible.

A: I've really liked it, too. I feel like we're more solid now.. I feel a 'but' coming on though.

J: But... I really want to kiss you again, Aiden. It may sound weird, but I really miss it.

A: I know. Every time you leave I want to kiss you goodnight.

J: Well, if we both miss it-

A: Jake. Shut up and kiss me.

J: Bossy.

A: You brought this up. You gonna kiss me or not?

J: You're really sexy when you get a aggressive, you know that?

A: Jake.

Aiden nearly growls, but refuses to give in. If Jake wants to kiss him, he can damn well do it. No matter that he's just as desperate.

Jake can't tease either of them anymore, stroking back some hair from Aiden's face before closing the distance between them in a soft kiss. Exploring and learning all over again.

A door not too far away closes and Jake pulls back carefully.

A: We're a movie cliche, aren't we?

J: Mhm. Cliches are cliches for a reason. We could take this back to your place.

A: Hm. Yeah. Lets get our stuff.

[panzerkatzee]

Good day ya'll!

Its 11:30 and I just completed a small research session on fillipino martial arts and taking extensive notes on how my characters might move in the upcoming combat scenes. Funny enough, I always thought my larp experience would help in writing combat realistically… but oh boy… I WAS SO WRONG… its embarassing.

I am still no real expert, but maybe I can find someone to help with those scenes in particular down the line. For now I did watch some videos and read some instructions online and feel confident to get into the fight scene, I've been hyped for yesterday… but first… warm up time!!

by Electrum Photography

Then and again, he would get a flicker of red eyes, burning brightly with flashes of inert blood magic, his friend no doubt struggling to hold it back, hating crowds as it was. Dan… you are getting an ear full, for dragging her out here, he thought ruefully and picked up his pacing again. A few moments later, she stumbled free from the bodies swaying and squirming with the thrumming beats. "going to try smth new, winky face", had been the last text he received from her before getting on the tube and hot damn… she had. Only her hair was reminiscent of the timid mage, kept straight and falling down onto her shoulders, bangs freshly trimmed to end in a straight line above her brows. To cover her chest Lucille wore only a black pleather bra, the burning church tattooed across he abdomen, was on full display, showing its bell-tower ablaze, right between her breasts. She had paired it off with nothing more than a pair of latex gloves and a matching skirt, making Dan sweat just by looking at it. Clashing with the entire get up, the mad woman had forgone the use of shoes completely.

Not my best work… but after spending so much time on researching, I am a bit anxious to get writing. There is still some catching up with the long-term goal to do… soooo snaps fingers LET'S DO IT!

Okaaay… five hours later… didn't hit the word count… yet. But I am due for a food break, having ordered poké bowl from my fav restaurant.

I really underestimated how far fight scenes were out of my comfortzone… usually I am more for the whole emotional stuff… but as I am writing sci-fi about ppl doing sneaky shit and pissing off powerful other ppl, I don't think I will get away without it…

In the end… I went against the plan I had, and reshuffled my entire story a little bit.. soooo.. that just might turn into something interesting… who knows…

As of now I am at ~1400 words, so very close… aaaand the next scene coming up, will be snugly inside my comfort zone again, hence I am no tooo worried, I won't hit my mark for the day.This wraps up Chapter IV nice and neat~

I do a lot better at starting a chapter than ending it sooo...

But.. to learn from this, I will probably alter the daily warm up challenge a bit… by changing it to stuff I am not quite good at yet..

Maybe a paragraph of a battle scene or dialogue each day? Something like this.

As it stands now, I will wait for my food and write a bit more afterwards…

For now, lets continue with the Playlist, shall we?

Today's song: Faunts - M4 Pt.2

Why is this on my playlist? Those among you with an excellent taste in Video Games, might already know this one. If not by name, then from the Mass Effect I credits, as it is from the Game's OST. To be honest, it doesn't align at all with what I usually listen to, but then that's mostly everything that leads to the release of dopamine in my brain… so I can't claim any consistency there. Being a huuuuge fan of the Mass Effect Trilogy… and my alien waifu Garrus, connecting a very peaceful time in my life with these games… an age of innocence so to speak.. I have feelings about the song as well…

The lyrics just resonate with me… and I kinda always come back to it, when I have a hard time. Its not cheerful or anything.. but it holds this deepfelt wish for someone to heal… and struggling with mental illness, I just need it.

As my novel draws a lot from my personal experiences and how I see the world, this fits the story's playlist quite well… and its Mass Effect related… sooo doubly perfect~

Sooooo I will go wait for food now and play some Mahjong or whatever :D Have a lovely day~

[winderlylandchime]

1/2 And we are at 4x10, i should probably say that he did threaten with a lawsuit if the episode doesnt have Britin being cute/happy, he is literally one of us. HE SAW THE BEGINNING WHERE IT SHOWS A TINY PART OF BRIANS BED AND HEARD MOANS AND HE IMMEDIATELY WENT ‘it’s Brian! okaaaay, look at them having sexy time again. I am so fucking glad that Justin’s hair is growing back. (That surgery flashback happens) What just happened? Why did we go from soft to rough? Is he having surgery flashbacks? What’s going on? Did he lose his hard on? See, if the fucking Doctor didn’t get mad at me, i would’ve had ALL my questions answered but noooo, now I’m in the dark about my Bri Bri’s health. Oh i feel bad for Brian, this has to suck. But its okay Bri Bri. Things happen. If this was season 2, hed yell at Justin by now.’ And we are now at Emmett and Drew in the motel ‘what the fuck? How did we get here? DUDE…i think he’s not straight..(drew has his little internalized homophobia moment) um dude.. what the fuck? *deep manly voice* i throw ball far! I catch ball! I no gay, me straight! SPORTS *hits his chest* hetero bro!…dude, i think you need to look up the word straight. EMMETT YOU DESERVE BETTER CAUSE THIS IS BULLSHIT’ we are at Lindsay and Sam now ‘full offense but his art is not worth acting all *waves his hand at lindsay* whatever the hell that is. IS SHE JEALOUS THAT HE FLIRTED WITH A DIFFERENT WOMAN? Lindsay? What?’ And we are back at Brian ‘i missed this cute motherfucker *he is watching Brian at work like it’s the best thing ever* i need more of this. He is a beast at his work. No wonder he thinks he’s the shit. (Brian says that line about juggling balls and ted looks ready to tell jokes) THIS IS WHAT I WANTED! THIS! THEM! BEING BESTIES! *looks at me all worried* thats what the youth say nowadays right? Besties? I’m right, right? BRIAN LIKES TEDS SUIT! AND CONFIDENCE! Okay so brian and ted? New favorite duo! But also brian, ted and Cynthia? New favorite trio!’ Mikey and Justin are now on the screen and he is all excited ‘THIS IS ALSO NICE! Justin and Mike being best friends! FUCKING FINALLY! I knew Mike had some good in him. Finally he is done pissing me off. THEY HAVENT FUCKED SINCE THE SURGERY?! Theyre going to get HERBS?! FOR BRIAN? FOR SEX? not what i thought of when i said besties but okay?’ And now we are at Ben and his student scene ‘what the fuck is going on over here. Ben had potential in the beginning! What the fuck happened with him since then and what the fuck is this shit? OH THE GUY IS HITTING ON HIM! BEN WHAT THE FUCK’ and the Brian/Deb scene is about to happen ‘IS DEBBIE IGNORING BRIAN? Wait have they not even talked since vic died? DEB WHAT THE FUCK? Did you see how he looked after deb? He is SAD! Someone fix this because i cant handle him being sad (brian runs after deb) oh i guess Brian is gonna fix this. This is new. Deb he needs you. He needs a mom! Shit does jen know yet?! Look at him fixing his messes. MY BABY IS GROWING UP! (Brian tells deb) HOLY FUCKING SHIT. *he literally teared up at Deb being all mom to brian and when she like buttons up his jacket* I hate that the only time he has a mom is when horrible shit happens. He needs someone to look after him as much as he looks after them. Also why is this literally me if i was around Brian? WHY ARE WE ASKING ABOUT HIS MOTHER? FUCK HIS MOM. She doesnt deserve to know! (Deb hugs brian and he once again tears up) yes he will be okay! Finally someone is hugging him!’ ‘Wait Emmett is going to get Drew a job? He was all im hetero not gay and being a bitch about it and he’s helping him? Emmett, no. You deserve better’ mikey and justin scene is up!! ‘Look at the new besties! If you told season 1 Michael that he’d be HELPING Justin fuck Brian, he’d have a stroke. *he is absolutely dying out of laughter at the china store scene* what are they saying? Remember when that one time, i accidentally put Chinese subtitles and thought i spoke Chinese?’ ‘BRIAN! Dont you worry! Blondie is on his way with boner herbs!’

I should probably say that he did threaten with a lawsuit if the episode doesnt have Britin being cute/happy, he is literally one of us. HE IS ONE OF US. I seriously love the idea of bringing a lawsuit against CowLip for emotional pain and suffering.

I am so fucking glad that Justin’s hair is growing back. <- One of us!

If this was season 2, hed yell at Justin by now. GROWTH! (only to have it ripped away in S5)

OUR BABY IS GROWING UP

Joan doesn’t deserve to know.

And Emmett does deserve better. (Sorry Drew)

OH MY GOD even I remember when he put on Chinese subtitles and thought he spoke Chinese. I’m one of your family now. And yes, if you had told Justin and Mikey they would be collaborating to help Justin fuck Brian in s1 or s3… strokes would be had.

[peterpparkrr]

art is to feel (ch. 3) | A Bridgerton Series

Series: art is to feel

Paring: Anthony Bridgerton x F!Reader

Summary: Anthony Bridgerton has only one goal for this upcoming social season. To find a wife. What will he do when a young woman with no desire for marriage comes waltzing into his life? 

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: N/A

A/N: Horseback riding and even more Benedict! What more could you want? (maybe even more anthony x reader but uhhh that’s not really how a slow burn works, sorry!) I want to know all your thoughts about this chapter!

(Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) // (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) (Chapter 7)

In a miraculous turn of events, the sun was shining in London. It was situated high in the sky and beaming down on Anthony Bridgerton as he sat on his stead, staring out across Hyde Park as he waited.

“Oh, Lord Bridgerton, I did not expect to see you here,” You said as you trotted your own horse up to the gentleman, feigning surprise.

The look on Anthony Bridgerton’s face is priceless. “I’m sorry I was under the impression-”

You laugh as you take in his stricken expression, “It was only a joke, Bridgerton, I simply meant to tease you,” You tell him, hoping to assuage his embarrassment. Men like him hate nothing more than to be embarrassed, especially by a woman. “I am glad you are here, shall we ride?”

But without waiting for his answer you press your heel sharply into your stead’s side and take off at a gallop that is far from appropriate (and also rather risky when riding sidesaddle).

You laugh as you turn your head to see Anthony struggling to push his own horse to catch up to yours.

Once you slow your horse down to a more comfortable trot a conversation between the two of you can actually be held.

“I’m told you are the most accomplished debutante of the season, so how does it feel to be the incomparable of the season?” He asks, the small smile playing across his lips indicating the teasing nature of his words.

You wrinkle your nose slightly, “Did Lady Danbury tell you that?”

“It was my mother, actually,” He replies.

“Well, it’s good to know that all of society is invested in my marriage prospects,” You huff. “Gigi, Lady Danbury that is-”

“Gigi?”

“Well, that’s her name,” You tell Anthony after a moment, wondering why he’s so surprised.

“I just never considered that Lady Danbury might have a first name.” 

“You’re impossible. Yes, her first name is Agatha, but I couldn’t pronounce it as a child so I’ve just always called her Gigi. I thought that was common knowledge, I didn’t realize I was exposing some sort of state secret,” You tell Mr. Bridgerton with a shrug.

“I don’t think I’ve heard anyone call her anything other than Lady Danbury. Unless they’re calling her an old-”

“Now that’s just rude!” You protest, cutting him off. 

“Gigi,” Mr. Bridgerton repeats after a moment, chuckling to himself.

“What else would I call her? I can’t very well call her Lady Danbury every day,” You ask, exasperated by this conversation.

“I guess I’ll have to secede this argument to you, I don’t believe I have a chance of winning against you,” Anthony replies with a bemused look on his face, clearly enjoying how worked up you’re getting. 

“No, you do not,” You tell him with a smug smile. 

The two of you continued your ride, making pleasant small talk about the weather, and the recent gossip spreading around the town.

“You are not at all what I expected Ms. (Y/L/N),” Anthony says as the two of you return to the entrance to the park.

“Nor are you, Bridgerton,” You reply as you glance over at him. 

You think about it for a moment before trying to phrase your question. “Would it be too forward of me to ask to see you again? You are a refreshing change of pace from the men who seem intent upon courting me. I think I rather like spending time with someone who does not wish to trade for me like I am some broodmare.”

“I rather think we’re already far beyond the confines of polite society when just the two of us,” Anthony replies politely. “I will call on you this week when I can find the time.”

“Until then, Miss (Y/L/N),” He adds with a rather devilish smile.

“Good day, Lord Bridgerton.” You reply wryly.

Anthony smiled to himself as he watched Miss (Y/L/N) and her groom depart from the stables. (Y/N) would be the perfect Lady Bridgerton. Now he just needed to convince (Y/N) of it. 

“Why exactly do I have to come?” Colin complained as he and Anthony made their way through the gates of Holbourne Hall 

“Because,” Anthony sighed, “Miss (Y/L/N) is practically a member of our family. It’s the proper thing to call on a close acquaintance.”

“Then why are we here with every other dandy in the ton?”

“When else would a young lady be in more need of a friendly face?”

Colin rolls his eyes but silently follows his elder brother up the house's grand staircase.

Lord Wirthford was droning on and on about his family’s large estate in Derbyshire when the Bridgertons arrived. You had already listened to him explain the rather intricate details of his family’s barley farms. Normally you would have risked the potential impoliteness incurred by ending this mind-numbing conversation, but Lord Wirthford was an incredibly important man.

He had the power to end a person's social life if he thought they wronged him. And if Lady Danbury was an accurate source on the topic (which she was, given she was an accurate source on all issues relating to members of the ton), he had done it before, and would certainly do it again. He had the political and social sway to end an aristocratic life in London, and no qualms about doing so.

“Miss (Y/L/N), do you have any familiarity with the fertilization process on a farm?” Mr. Wirthford asked, peering at you oddly.

“I can’t say I do,” You replied, slightly taken aback. Less so by the rather unfortunate topic, but rather by the question, Lord Wirthford had not asked you a single question since he had sat down and begun regaling you with long-winded monologues about his life. 

“It’s a fascinating method, it all begins with...” Mr. Wirthford began his new treatise. You quickly zoned out, whether it was simply from boredom or some base-level self-preservation from the understanding that listening to Mr. Wirthford for too long would leave your brain and melted pool of mush, you were not entirely certain.

While you were feigning attention to Mr. Wirthford, Mr. Bridgerton caught your attention out of the corner of your eye. He made his way slowly over to where you and Mr. Wirthford were sitting and stood expectantly in front of your pair, waiting for his chance to cut in.

You glanced up at him before turning back to Mr. Wirthford, hoping to transition the conversation gently to its end. “Pardon me, my lord-”

“It’s actually much more complicated than one might assume at first glance,” Mr. Wirthford continued, wholly ignoring you.

“Is there a problem, Lord Bridgerton?” You asked as you turned away from him, instead directly yourself more clearly towards Anthony. 

“I believe that is my seat,” Anthony interrupted.

“I’m nearly finished, Bridgerton,” Mr. Wirthford replied haughtily.

You interjected yourself before either man could have the chance to open their mouth. “I believe you are finished, Mr. Wirthford,” You told him sharply. “I knew nothing about fertilization practices before today, so for that educational lecture, I should thank you. With how much work it takes to manage farms I should think that you are a very busy man and that you must have business to attend to before the afternoon is over.” 

“Have a good afternoon, Mr. Wirthford,” You add, just in case your meaning had not been clearly communicated.

Mr. Wirthford sat stunned for a moment by your outburst before nodding and beginning to say something about a great many meetings he had with other important men in London.

“She’s almost as terrifying as Lady Danbury when she wants to be,” Colin quipped in Anthony’s ear as he watched the poor man bid his farewell after being so soundly dismissed.

Anthony nods, “Well, she had to learn it somewhere.”

“What an odious man,” You mutter as the aforementioned gentleman takes his leave. “You do not need to save me, Lord Bridgerton, I can take care of myself.” You add as Anthony comes to sit down next to you. 

“I hope that you or Mr. Bridgerton have something more interesting than barley farming to entertain me with,” You add.

“I don’t know, I think that I have a pretty enthralling tale about Anthony and a pile of manure that you might enjoy hearing,” Colin replied as he sat down, causing Anthony to instantly regret dragging his brother along with him.

It seems that Anthony Bridgerton has finally set his sights on a potential bride. The courtship is not official, but anyone with eyes can see how clearly smitten the young Viscount is with Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N). And this writer can certainly concur that they make a very handsome couple.

Lady Whistledown’s Society Papers, 4 April 1914

You had been in the sitting room working your way through a new volume of Shelley’s poetry when Lady Danbury had joined you.

“The Viscount has graced our sitting room with his presence every other day this week, and I hear he has also taken to frequenting Hyde Park,” Lady Danbury says after a few minutes of companionable silence. “Lady Whistledown has many, many thoughts about it. And the two of you.”

Lady Danbury was right, of course, Anthony had called on you almost every day that week. And you liked it. It was nice to be able to talk to someone without the overtures of courtship smacking you in the face at every turn. 

With the understanding that Anthony was not interested in you, and that you had no desire to marry him, Anthony didn’t have to prove anything about what sort of man he was. And you didn’t have to worry about seeming polite and ladylike. It made your friendship easy. 

You set your book down before replying, “I can only imagine, whoever that poor woman is, it’s impeccably clear that she has no life of her own.” 

Lady Danbury just stares at you, clearly unamused. 

“I suppose I haven’t kept track of his whereabouts,” You add after a moment, realizing this topic is not going to be dropped any time soon. “Well, ask me what you want to ask, Gigi,”

“Are you truly considering a courtship with Anthony Bridgerton?”

“We just enjoy each other's company, Nothing more,” You tell her plainly. “I can assure you that there is nothing going on between the two of us, we are merely friends.”

“If you say so, my dear,” Lady Danbury replied after a moment. Her eyes never leaving yours, as if she was waiting for a different answer. An answer that you most certainly will not be giving her. “I just have never seen Anthony Bridgerton spend more than a few minutes with a young woman who isn’t his sister.” 

“And I am sure he sees me as just that,” You reply. “A sister.”

“Hmmm,” Lady Danbury hums as she goes back to reading the new Whistledown.

The sky in London is once again downcast, though even the less-than-perfect weather can’t dissuade your mood.

Lady Danbury, Mrs. Bridgerton, and even the younger Bridgertons can’t help but notice your uncharacteristically positive attitude as you continue the tradition of joining Lady Danbury and the Bridgerton clan in the royal gardens.

“Would you like to promenade with me?” You asked Benedict.

“An audience with the incomparable of the season, I do say, whatever could I have done to deserve such an honor?” Ben teases as he offers you his arm, stepping away from your guardian and his mother, your Ladies-maid in tow.

“Do not be impertinent, Benedict, it’s not becoming of you,” You quip back at him as you intertwine your arm with his and lead him down the path. “Besides, it’s all part of my mischievous plan.”

You gesture to Martha once you are certain Lady Danbury and the Dowager Viscountess Bridgerton are far enough away that they won’t notice anything out of the sort and she produces the sketchbooks you’d asked her to bring along for you.

“Thank you, Martha, I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Much less mischief, I assure you,” Martha replies, not unkindly.

You laugh before rather unceremoniously seating yourself on the ground. You’re close to the water, and it’s a pleasantly sunny day, which means many of the birds and other creatures of the park are out and about where you can see them.

“Lady Danbury said it would be improper to invite you to my studio at home. Something about a boldness that would be unbecoming for a debutante. So I figured I would have to bring the studio to you.” You saw with a dismissive wave of your hand, “You really are a marvelous talent, Ben, I hope you don’t mind that I’ve stolen you away from my own selfish purposes,” You add.

“You are perhaps the most bizarre lady I have ever made the acquaintance of, (Y/N),” Benedict says after a moment of silence. “And here I was thinking that you were going to attempt to seduce me in the bushes.”

You scoff at Benedict’s stupid joke and hand him a charcoal pencil. 

“Look at the way the light reflects off the pond,” You say after several minutes of silence. Both you and Benedict \deeply focused on your own sketchbooks.

“How is it that you manage to capture light and movement without second-guessing yourself?” Ben asks as he looks over at your sketch and then out at the pond again.

“Hope.” You reply with a small grin as you glance over at Ben before turning back to your own work. 

“I heard that your brother is in search of a bride this season. Has he selected the poor woman he wishes to trap yet?” You ask Benedict, trying to school your features into polite disinterest, never taking your eyes off of your own sketchpad.

“Why? Will you be jealous?” Benedict asks. 

“What? Of course not!” You protest. “I simply wish to ensure that it is not me. Lady Whistledown seems to think we’re courting, hell, even Lady Danbury things that we are, no one seems to believe me when I assure them that we are not, so I’m simply hoping that he makes his decision soon so that I may be left out of the gossip.”

Benedict looks at you from over his sketchbook with a quirked eyebrow.

Damn these Bridgertons. 

“What?” You ask as you throw your arms down and turn to face him.

“It just seems like you might get a little jealous if I were to tell you that it’s not you,” Benedict tells you with a knowing smirk.

“I have zero interest in a courtship with Anthony,” You tell him plainly. 

Ben rolls his eyes, “I’ve seen the two of you together. The laughing, the little touches… I am not blind (Y/N), and neither is the rest of the town.”

“Merely a harmless flirtation, and nothing that could imply any sort of attachment,” You reply. “If you’re so concerned, remind your brother that I have no plans to marry.”

“It’s not him I’m worried about, (Y/N), it’s you,” Ben tells you gently, something swimming in his eyes as he looks over at you. An emotion that you hate to realize is pity.

“You don’t have to worry about me,” You remind him. “I can handle myself perfectly fine. I have been for some years now.”

“You are so much like Eloise, it truly astounds me.”

“I am going to take that as a compliment,” You huff as you turn back to your sketch.

“I knew you would,” Benedict replies, shaking his head in amusement.

(next chapter)

[ghost-ghost-baby]

Narcissist (alpha!readerxOmega!Bakugo soulmate au)

An: this is heavily inspired by the song narcissist by younger hunger definitely recommend listening to it!

An: BIG TY TO MY BETA FOR EDITING THIS ABSOLUTE MONSTER OF A FIC WE STAN!

Word count: 3.2k (ur welcome)

Summary: Bakugo being a little shit basically- Mina and Denki r sick of him- reader runs out of scent blockers-

Warnings: omegaverse, swearing, Bakugo being a dick, reader just thinks he’s hot, gets a bit spicy but nothing graphic, non traditional dynamics (subby alphas) drug use (weed)

You were in a familiar room, one you’d come to love since you’d started dreaming of it, and you sat on the bed and waited… any moment now.

“Oi, are you here, shithead?” The voice of your omega was dreamier than it was in real life; his harsh words unable to punctuate the tranquility of your dream.

“I always am, Katsuki!” You chirped, grinning as he slowly faded into existence. The black tank top and jeans he wears make him look far too good, and your brain short-circuited for a few seconds.

“I told you not to fucking call me that!” He growled, but you only laughed. Reaching out to grab his hands before he could stop you, you pull him down so you could kiss him. Any anger he had quickly melted away, and Katsuki had pulled one hand away to rest on your shoulder and pushed back. You got the point, you pulled away for air and leaned back on your elbows as you did. Katsuki followed and straddled you without a moment of hesitation. His mouth latched onto your neck and you let out a hum. With one hand gravitating to tangle in his hair, he gave you another push that had you lying flat on your back.

“Hey-”

“Shut the fuck up, don’t ruin this.” Katsuki bit down on your throat and you squeaked, although he licked over the mark seconds later to soothe it, and only pulled away to kiss you when you tried to talk again. You melted, let your hands wander down to his thighs, and had your thumbs rubbing absent-minded circles. Then, Katsuki was unbuttoning the shirt you had on, hands quickly trailing lower to-

“Y/N! Did you hear what Mr. Aizawa said?” Mina’s voice brought you back from the dream you had the night before, and you blinked at her as you blanked.

“No way I'm working with their dumbass!” Katsuki snarled as Kiri forced him into a seat at your table, and you turned your head to Sero with a questioning look. He usually knew what was going on in class.

“We have a group project for a presentation, Mr. Aizawa picked the groups-”

“Oh hell yeah, all my best bro’s working together? Sounds like fun to me!” Denki leaned over to hug you and Mina, and the pieces started to click together. You were working on an art project, with your mate, who hate-

“How could anything be fun with Y/n around, they fucking ruin everything.” Katsuki grumbled to himself, refusing to meet your eyes despite sitting opposite you. Kiri mouthed an apology to you from his seat next to Katsuki. Honestly, you had no idea why he’d decided to act like… such a brat really, but it was just an act, however annoying it was. The two of you were soulmates, he’d come around, eventually.

“Oh hush, Bakugo, Y/n’s a riot and we all know it! You’re the one who goes to sleep at like, 8pm” Denki came to your aid. The electric blonde then pressed a kiss to your cheek that had Katsuki gritting his teeth.

“So, what's the project, guys?” You flipped through your book to a fresh page, resting your chin on your hand as you waited for the others to speak.

“We have to show the versatility of styles and composition under a singular theme!” Kiri was the one that answered you, and the group immediately started throwing around ideas.

“I think we could do horror, a lot of horror artists have different composition styles and still manage to convey the-”

“Tch, that’s the best you could come up with? I’m not surprised, an alpha as shitty as you can’t be capable of any decent ideas.” Katsuki sneered, but you only smiled at him as the group agreed with your idea. Your omega merely grumbled and hunched over in his seat as the group discussed the different artists you could use as examples.

You’d stayed late to double-check something with a professor, and you were still flipping through your notebook as you walked through the unusually empty halls. You weren’t paying attention to where you were going, and before you knew it you ran into someone, the same someone who shoved you against a wall seconds later, but your fear subsided when you realised it was just Katsuki.

“Watch where you’re fucking going, dipshit.” Katsuki wasn’t even sure why he’d pushed you up against the wall, but being this close to you, touching you… it was..nice…

“Tch, god your scent is so weak, you smell like a fucking beta, how’d I get stuck with such a runt, huh? Some sick kind of joke.” Katsuki’s tone didn't match what he was saying. The way he leaned forward to rub his cheek over your scent gland definitely said otherwise, but you stayed quiet, he always found some excuse to scent you, but he’d usually get embarrassed and storm off if you dared to say anything.

“You’re pathetic, you know? Being this submissive for an omega, are you sure you’re not a beta? It’d make more sense.” You bit your lip when Bakugo pressed a kiss to your neck, only hesitating a moment before he started sucking a mark onto your skin. His words bounced right off of you because all you could focus on was how hot he was and how he’d subconsciously put his thigh between your legs and thank fuck you were on scent blockers, or you’d never hear the end of it.

“Really, you aren’t even going to try and defend yourself? You’re even weaker than I thought.” A growl next to your ear made you shiver, and Katsuki pushed away with a snarl when he was satisfied. He cursed at you again and warned you ‘not to tell anyone or he’d kick your ass’ (he wouldn’t) before he walked away, leaving you to walk home with your head completely in the clouds.

“What took you so fucking long, huh idiot?” Katsuki was on you the second you appeared in the dream, pulling you down into a rather ferocious kiss before you could say anything. He bit your lip when you didn’t open your mouth fast enough, swallowing any protests you would have made, and continued to kiss you until you were dizzy. “I’ve been waiting two hours…” He pulled away to kiss under your jaw, and if you didn’t know him so well you’d miss the insecure tone in his voice.

“Sorry, Midoriya wanted-” You stopped when Katsuki growled, biting down so hard you were surprised he didn't draw blood.

“Why the fuck are you saying his name here, huh? Are you tryna piss me off?” He pulled away to sneer at you. You opened your mouth to explain, but the words died in your throat when he unzipped your hoodie, and any coherent thought you had went out the window when he started to kiss your neck.

Everything was ready. The lounge room was set up, complete with snacks, drinks, and stationery for you and your friends to work on the project. They were meant to be here any second, and you couldn’t help but hover near the door to your apartment. You weren’t used to having people over and it still put you on edge having others in your space. But that thought left your head when a knock sounded on your door. You quickly opened it and were almost knocked over by Denki and Mina engulfing you in a hug.

“Thanks so much for hosting bro!”

“Awww you laid out all these snacks and stuff too! An omega’s gonna be really lucky to have you one day Y/n!” They pushed inside. Denki closed the door as Mina oohed and aahed over the setup, their praise had a slight blush rising to your face as you sheepishly rubbed your neck. Sero was next, quickly hugging you before he joined Denki and Mina, then Katsuki and Kirishima last. The blonde pushed past you without saying hello, but Kiri pulled you into a hug so tight you couldn’t breathe for a second, and was complimenting the setup as you took a seat. You tried to sit next to Mina, but Denki let out a whine and the pair was pulling you down between them before you had time to protest. Denki immediately leaned on you once you were settled. Katsuki couldn’t focus on the project, how could he, when his two dipshit friends were all over his mate. And you weren’t even doing anything to stop them! In fact, you were leaning into their hugs and giggling at every stupid joke they made! It had Katsuki fuming. Kirishima was the only one close enough to smell the angry shift in his scent, and he glanced between his friend and you, slowly putting the pieces together. You really had no idea what was happening, but Denki’s head was on your shoulder, and Mina’s arm around your waist as she asked questions about the project, giggling and pressing a kiss to your cheek whenever you got confused, which happened more than you’d like to admit. The blonde gritted his teeth when Mina’s hand went to your thigh, you were his! Nobody else should ever be touching you like that! You should know better! So when you excused yourself to grab something from your room, of course he made up some excuse about needing the bathroom so he could follow you.

The door to your room closed with a click, and you quickly spun around, expecting to see Mina or Denki, anyone except Katsuki to be honest.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He was seeing red at this point. He cornered you and made you stumble back until your waist hit your desk.

“Uh- getting more pens-?” You held out the pack of pens with a confused look on your face that only made Katsuki angrier. How were you so stupid? And so fucking cute when you were- he cut off that thought, he needed to focus on yelling at you. Not the way your brows furrowed and how you nervously bite your lip as you waited for him to say something. Wait- were you blushing? Fuck, maybe he should-

“Katsuki? Are you oka-“

“Shut the fuck up, dipshit.” He snarled. Then, catching you both off guard, he leaned forward and kissed you. Your eyes fluttered closed immediately. He’d only kissed you in your dreams, which was nothing compared to this, and you hesitantly placed your hands on his waist. His hands went to your hair to pull you closer, tugging it until you got the message and parted your lips for him. Katsuki let out a hum of approval as he deepened the kiss, why hadn’t he done this sooner? You couldn’t focus on anything other than how much Katsuki tasted like caramel, he didn’t taste like caramel in the dreams. You couldn’t help but whine when he pulled back. Another insistent tug on your hair had you tilting your head back, and Katsuki didn’t waste any time kissing over your neck. You were so lost in the feeling you almost missed the words he growled against your skin.

“You should know better, you’re mine. Other people shouldn’t be fucking touching you like that.”

“Do you think they’re like…. Finally-” Mina made a hand gesture that had Denki cackling, even Kiri cracked a smile.

“I hope so, it’s getting hard to watch all the back and forth.” Sero sighed, dropped his pen, and stretched.

“Yeah, have you seen how mad Bakubro gets though? It’s pretty fun to push his buttons like this!” Denki grinned as he leaned his head on Mina’s shoulder, and she wrapped her arm around his waist.

“I don’t know… Bakugo’s uh… stubborn, to put it nicely.”

“Your scent is weird… are you wearing a different perfume?” Mina leaned her head on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist as you glanced at Katsuki. After whatever the fuck had happened in your room, he’d gone back to acting like he hated you, so, you’d kept letting Denki and Mina do whatever they wanted. He had his eyes fixated on the work, and you turned back to Mina with a smile.

“Oh, sorry about that! I forgot to refill my scent blockers and my doctor’s not available until next week.”

“Don’t be sorry, bro! It’s nice, like really, really nice!” Denki came up behind you, throwing a quick glance at Katsuki before he leaned forward, crooning and rubbing his cheek over your scent gland, Mina doing the same a moment later. The pen Katsuki was holding snapped, his angry scent pumping out in waves as he glared daggers into the book in front of him, all too aware of you laughing.

You were hyper-aware of how strong your scent was, this was the longest you’d gone without scent blockers since you’d presented, and you’d lit a scented candle to try and cover it up. It hadn’t really worked, maybe you should light some incense-

“Y/n! Sorry we’re early!” Mina’s hand on your shoulder broke you from your thoughts, and you shook your head before you smiled. Denki cut you off before you could apologize about your scent.

“Damn Y/n! It smells like you baked cookies- oh my god did you bake-”

“Don’t be stupid, babe, it’s just their scent.” Mina shoved him inside, shaking her head as she followed and closed the door behind her.

“Oh! Of course!” Denki nodded, and he and Mina linked arms with you. They walked you over to the couch and sat you all down with grins on their faces.

“Uh… guys-?” You didn’t trust that look, it never leads to anything good.

“Well, since the project is like, 99.5% done-” Mina started, hand coming up to play with your hair.

“We thought we deserved a reward!” Denki interrupted, reaching into his bag and producing a blunt. You felt your own grin forming.

“Oh my god- is that from-”

“Shinso! You know he sells the best stuff on campus, I decided to splurge for my bros!” Denki looked incredibly pleased with himself, and you couldn’t help but tackle the blonde in a hug.

“Oh my god Denki, you’re the best!”

The three of you were blazed by the time the others got there. Sero happily bounced over to share the blunt, while Katsuki and Kiri just sighed and sat down with you. Katsuki’s eyes instantly zoned in on where you were lying on Mina and Denki on the couch. He was oddly silent as he tried to keep his cool, the nagging thoughts that had always been there slowly got stronger. He’d always had to be strong, people perceived him as weak just because of his dynamic, so he’d rejected the thought of being with an alpha, hoping for a beta or omega. Or you. You never made a big deal out of your dynamic, and always treated him as an equal. Then the dreams started. He loved you, he really did! But his whole reputation would go down the drain if he was claimed by an alpha, especially one with such a weak scent and mild presence. So…. he pretended to hate you in public because the two of you had your dreams, where nobody could judge him! Even if they did pale in comparison to real life. But lately… he couldn’t stop wondering… were you getting tired of waiting? With the way you were acting… the thought made his stomach turn and his canines come out. Especially since you had run out of blockers. Your scent getting stronger and stronger as the days went by. You were his alpha! You shouldn’t be scenting other people! Especially omegas! And you certainly shouldn’t be laying on them while you were ignoring him! You hadn’t even said hello to him! You were too busy getting high with those assholes like you didn't belong to him! You were his, it wasn’t fair!

Mina was the last out of the apartment. She kissed your cheek and winked at you as the door closed. The exhaustion set in as you leaned against the door.

“What the fuck was that?” Katsuki growled and made you startled when you saw him by the table. You only shrugged as you went to pack up the stuff on the couch.

“Denki got us some weed because the project was done-”

“Not that, dickhead! They were all over you!” He marched over to you, trying to ignore how good you smelled up close.

“And? We’re not-” You responded, and Katsuki was shoving you before he realized, ignoring the way you yelped as you fell on the couch. You sprawled on your back and glaring up at him.

“Katsuki! What the fuck!” Katsuki didn’t reply, eyes traveling over your vulnerable form. Flush rose to his face as he realized how provocative the position was, causing warmth to pool in his tummy. If kissing was so much better in reality, what would it be like to be inside you? Feel you clench around him and pull his hair when he hit your sweet spot? Would your thighs shake the same in real life when he just kept going? The omega didn’t even realize his scent had changed, he just licked his lips and stared at you with hooded eyes, fuck he wanted-

“Are you okay? You zoned out.” Fuck, when had you gotten up? You were so close now, your scent overwhelming. He never wanted you to go on blockers again.

“Fuck, Katsuki! Katsuki! Are you in heat?” It finally dawned on you. Katsuki’s scent had taken on a sweeter tone it didn’t usually have, and with the way he kept zoning out, it was obvious. Plus thoughts of him on top of you that wouldn’t leave your brain alone. Your question snapped him out of his daze, and the omega snarled at you, stepping back and stumbling when a jolt of pain went through him.

“Fuck off, like you could trigger-” His voice cut off as another wave of pain went through him, causing you to reached out to steady him without thinking. The omega was going to let out a growl but it quickly changed to a whine as it escaped his mouth. You pulled your hand back like it had burned, although your mate’s temperature was so high it wasn’t out of the question. You took two steps back and froze when a feral snarl ripped through the room, dark red eyes pinning you in your place.

“He-hey Katsuki…” Your voice stopped his growling, and it took every ounce of self-control you had to stay coherent as he advanced, your rut already trying to cloud your judgment. Your eyes darted around the room, maybe you could make it to the bathroom? Then Katsuki could ride out his heat and you could talk about it? yeah. Katsuki was only a foot away from you now, the grin he had on was somehow more unsettling than the snarl, and you shook your head to get some of your resolve back. Okay, three, two, one-

You made it maybe ten centimeters before Katuski caught you, and pushed you back down on the couch. He wasted no time sitting on your lap and tilting your face up to look into his eyes.

“You’re not getting away from me, Alpha. I know you want this. I should have done this months ago.” Sincerity shone through your omega’s lidded eyes, and you felt your small shred of resolve shrink away even more. Your hands flew to his chest to push him away.

“Ka-Katsuki it’s just- just your heat, you don’t mean-“

“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t mean, alpha.” Katsuki was back to growling at you. His hands grabbed your wrists, pinned them down, and used his knees to keep them in place. He went back to cupping your face, red eyes boring into yours as he thought of what to say and a growl leaving him whenever you dared to look away. You were so, so obnoxiously pretty, it made it even harder to focus. Katsuki kept getting distracted by little details, like how your eyes shone and you kept biting your lip.

“You’re so fuckin stupid, ya know that? Of course, I fuckin want you, you’re my alpha- I don’t… I don’t care what other people think anymore, I just want you.” Katsuki’s tone was softer than you expected, and you could only gape at him as a blush quickly rose to your face. You knew he didn’t hate you, but hearing him say that lifted a weight off your shoulders you’d been carrying for who knows how long. The moment passed, all the softness went away as Katsuki leaned down to kiss you, and this time you kissed him back without any reservations.

[albatris]

what's up everyone

it's nanowrimo day three and I am not at all doing a nanowrimo update but here r some words from my camp nano doc that I sifted through today for some reason lol. have some quinn n alex from that one flashback

todays mood is priccccckly and today's jam is "the reckoning" by dom fera

tags tags?

@nicola-writes @saturniiforme @polyaubergine @tracle0 @goosemixtapes @valence-positive @the-one-who-makes-negative-noise @ambiguousfiction @afoolandathief @softboiled-doomdesire @mecharose @vellichor-virgo @flapuflapu @distortion-heart @multi-lefaiye @writeouswriter @itisi-asimplegay @constellationof0rion @writing-is-a-martial-art @midnight-and-his-melodiverse @starry-winter-skies

Alex had been in pain for a long time. Long enough for the pain to become almost muted, almost boring, almost painless. Now every tiny shred of utterly mundane agony Alex had long since let fade into the background suddenly had enough space around it to have a distinct shape. For Alex to feel it, properly feel it.

Alex could feel something other than pain again; ergo, pain had a means to exist.

Alex collapsed. The arms holding it up off the sand buckled at the elbows and it went down, broken and exhausted and drained of energy. Its skin hurt. Its eyes hurt. Its joints hurt. Its mouth hurt. Everything hurt. Everything hurt. Everything hurt.

An agonised, wailing cry filled the air and it took Alex far too long to register that it was coming from its own mouth. Somewhere between a scream of pain and a strangled sob of anguish and a strangled sob of relief. It pressed its forehead to the cool sand, ignoring the way the coarseness bit at its skin.

It was crying, from no particular emotion it could pinpoint. From all of them, maybe. From the capacity of being able to feel at all.

“That was quite a show,” a nearby voice mused, jolting Alex out of its daze. Quinn was perched on the side of the jetty, craned over with their chin resting on clasped hands, their legs swinging back and forth playfully. “I wasn't expecting either of them to actually make it here.”

Alex thought it should say something. Alex could think of nothing at all to say.

There was a dull thud as Quinn hopped down and hit the sand. Alex was certain they were about to stride straight over and assert themself again, but they didn’t. When Alex looked over, they tipped their head questioningly at it and waited for the go ahead.

Alex opened its mouth to speak, felt the scraping rawness of its throat, and thought better. It nodded tiredly.

“It’s not a good look for me, you know!” Quinn announced, that familiar spring in their step as they crossed to where Alex lay sprawled. "Me going back on my word so awkwardly. Like, did you hear her?” Quinn put on a whining voice and threw their fingers into air quotes. “Wah, you promised! God. I wanted to at least try to keep up appearances as the host of a fair game."

Alex tried to lift its head with intent to glare but couldn’t quite figure out how to move.

“If you hadn't been right behind her she could have killed me, Alexis,” Quinn huffed. "I could have died, Alexis."

“You managed to drag them all the way here without either of them killing you,” Alex rasped at last, not sure why it was bothering to argue. “You... had to catch them in the first place without getting killed.”

“I drugged them, silly,” Quinn said. “I’m less efficient if someone comes at me with their fucking fists.” There was a pause, and Quinn let their eyes narrow. “Hey. I know how much effort it’s taking you to speak right now, and I don’t appreciate you using all that energy just to pick a fight with me. Some thanks would be nice.”

You sprung this on me, Alex wanted to say.

You should have known I’d hate this, Alex wanted to say.

Why did you add glitter to the envelope you left me? Alex wanted to say. What was the point of that? Was that just for the aesthetic? I hate that you’re enjoying this. I hate that you’re having fun. Go to hell.

“Thank you,” Alex croaked.

“You’re welcome.” Quinn folded their arms. “I take it you did catch the other one already? How come this took you so long?”

“Overslept,” Alex said. “Been sleeping better since last week. I only woke up because the other one was banging on my door begging me to let him hide inside.”

Quinn choked on a laugh. “Oh, legit? That’s fucking hilarious.” They shook their head wistfully, like they were recalling fond memories of the ride over. They probably were. “Yes, our darling Rupert wasn’t really the brightest biscuit in the bunch as far as abusive shitbags go.”

"Mm." Alex's eyes were closed again. Alex's brain drifting out of focus.

“You can’t fall asleep out here,” Quinn's voice said.

"Mm-hmm."

Quinn's heartbeat grew louder in Alex's ears as Quinn crouched. Quinn gave Alex an experimental poke in the cheek. Then an experimental shake of the shoulder. Then an experimental forcible-peeling-open-of-the-eyelids.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Alex mumbled, swatting Quinn’s hands away. “Get off.”

“You can’t fall asleep out here!” Quinn said again, emphatically. “Your survival instincts are pathetic! The sun exists! What’s wrong with you?”

[ijustwant2write]

A Secret Romantic-Benedict Bridgerton x Reader x Eloise Bridgerton (Platonic)

(GIF credit to @aryaofoldstones​)

Requested by anonymous: ‘Hello! I saw your looking for Bridgerton requests, I would love some Benedict x Eloise sibling fluff! They have such a good dynamic in the show and I need more’

(I wouldn’t mind making another part of this if people want it tbh)

Characters: Benedict Bridgerton x Reader, Eloise Bridgerton x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluff

                                     *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Eloise’s gloved hands clung onto her book as she and her family arrived at yet another social event, a ball once again. Her mama had ensured she was dressed to catch the eyes of men, and Eloise knew that meant there would be no room for intelligent conversation. With Daphne now married to the Duke, Eloise had more pressure on her shoulders than she imagined, having to find a suitor of similar standards. However, it wasn’t just her on the market, her brothers were too, especially Benedict (Violet knew it would be extremely difficult to marry off Anthony first, opting for the second eldest son).

Eloise smiled whenever her mama looked her way, though it quickly disappeared once she turned around. Benedict had been instructed to escort her sister around the ball to help seek out suitors, the men knew each other or something about someone; he could help her meet the right one.

“I cannot believe I am here.” Eloise moaned as she looped her arm through her brothers.

“Believe me sister, I do not wish to be here either.”

“Why must you parade me around like a horse at a dressage in order to find a new owner?” Eloise kept catching the men’s gazes, turning up her nose in disgust.

“So dramatic.” he chuckled.

She scoffed.“Well, if you’re going to advise me on who I should be marrying, I shall do the same for you. Now let’s see...”

Eloise looked around the room at all the women, wondering who would be the best match for her brother. Most of these women had no personalities, relying on their outfits to express themselves. Eloise knew of some ladies that were nice, though had nothing in common with her brother.

Eloise shrugged, tugging on her brother’s arm towards the door.“Ah, there’s no one here for us. Let us make haste and leave-”

“Oh no you don’t,” Benedict pulled her back,“we have been strictly told to stay for the night, even if it is just to socialise and...get our names out there.”

Eloise groaned a little too loudly, Ben ducking his head in embarrassment.“How long do these balls go on for?”

“I have never stayed for the full duration.”

“That’s not the answer I want to hear.”

Benedict glanced down at her, somehow only just realising that Eloise had brought a book with her.“Is that book sewed to your hand sister?”

“I brought it just in case I became bored. Which I am already.”

“I shall go and grab us some refreshments. Might as well enjoy them whilst we’re here.”

Eloise let her brother slip away, quickly finding a hiding spot by leaning up against a wall, away from the hustle and bustle of the crowds. She opened her book, continuing where she left off, happy she brought a pencil to scribble down notes for later. The studying never stopped for Eloise. 

“Excuse me?” a woman’s voice interrupted her too soon.

Eloise tried her best to be polite, though her smile came off as sarcastic.“Yes?”

“Sorry,” the woman looked taken back,“I thought you were reading a book that I am reading at the moment, but I was wrong. I’ve disturbed you, I shall leave you alone-”

“Wait,” Eloise had now sparked an interest. No other lady had ever approached her like this,“I don’t mean to be rude. What book had you expected?”

“It’s oh so obvious, but I’ve been reading ‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen. It’s the newest book out at the moment, and my mama lets me read it seeing as it involves a woman finding someone to marry. Although, it’s definitely about something deeper, that’s just what I told her.”

“I don’t indulge in romantic novels myself, but I am glad to hear of a female author selling her work.”

“It’s fantastic. And it’s nice to be able to read something without it being snatched out of my hands. Oh, where are my manners? I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Sorry, I’ve been dancing with men all night and none of the conversations have been as riveting as this so far.”

“Why am I not surprised?” they both laughed.“I’m Eloise Bridgerton.”

(Y/N) tried to not show her shock when she heard the surname. They were only the most talked about family, her mama had gone on and on about them, especially when Lady Whistledown mentioned them in her writings. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Might I ask what it is that you are reading?”

“It is to do with my studies. I truly hate these events, so I thought I would ensure my mind was being worked properly.” Eloise realised that could come off as rude, squeezing her eyes shut in embarrassment.“I did not mean to offend you by that.”

“It really isn’t any bother.” (Y/N) giggled.“I rather enjoy these just for the dancing and drinks, I find promenading to be more successful in finding a suitor. Though I would much rather sneak off and see if I can get a few more pages in of a book I shouldn’t be reading.”

“Eloise, why must you go wondering off like that...” Benedict’s words trailed off as he approached his sister, spotting a beautiful woman stood by her.

Eloise’s eyes flickered between the two, and she smiled when she saw the adoration in her brother’s eyes. Cheekily taking the two glasses from his hands, she passed one to (Y/N), who awkwardly took it. (Y/N) had gazed upon the Bridgerton men in passing, they were very nice to look at. Of course, she never divulged in any fantasies about them, that would be silly. But seeing one in front of her had taken her breath away.

“Thank you brother.” Eloise said, taking a sip.“This is Lady (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a new friend of mine.”

He gently took her free hand in his, bending forwards slightly to kiss it. (Y/N) had this done to her many times, but this was different. Benedict made her feel butterflies in her stomach. Eloise could tell her mama was going to love this.

She cleared her throat.“We were just speaking of art, actually.”

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows.“We were talking about books.”

“I was about to move the topic along.”

“What kind of art would that be then?” Benedict asked, knowing what game his sister was playing. 

“The...drawing, kind.”

“Isn’t all art drawn?”

“No, it is also painted.”

“I think artists may sketch out a rough idea before painting.”

“Well you would know brother, seeing as you yourself are an artist.”

“I wouldn’t say that-”

“You paint, Lord Bridgerton?” (Y/N) asked.

“Ah, yes, and I sketch.” he hoped his cheeks weren’t turning red. 

“Anything in particular?”

“Mostly people.”

“Are you both attending the art exhibition my family are holding next week?”

“That’s your families’ exhibit?” Benedict became excited.

“Yes, my father collects a lot of art work. Then mother realised she could make a social event out of it, but at least everyone will be able to admire the work.”

“Would you believe it, we already have it noted down in our social calendar!” Eloise informed (Y/N). Benedict could sense her over-reacting, trying to keep a smile as (Y/N)’s face lit up in excitement. 

“Perfect!” (Y/N) looked back up at Ben, making him stand a little taller.“It will be nice to have someone there who knows about the artwork. It will make for an interesting conversation. Just don’t let my father lecture you, he will talk for far too long! And I know you will be too polite to try and get away.”

“My brother is very polite.” Eloise said.“In fact, I’m surprised he hasn’t-”

“Excuse me for the intrusion,” a young man said from beside (Y/N),“but I was wondering if we could resume our dance lady (Y/N)?”

(Y/N) was smiling, but Eloise knew that look; it was the face women made when a man who made them uncomfortable approached, but they had to remain ladylike and polite.

“Actually my brother just asked her and she said yes. You two best make your way to the floor before the music starts again.” Eloise nudged her brother.

Benedict was confused at his sisters offer, until he locked eyes with (Y/N) again. They were pleading him to sweep her away, she was even leaning away from this man. He had been disrespectful in some way, and he wasn’t letting (Y/N) go through that again (despite only knowing the girl for a few minutes). He smugly smiled at the man, holding out his arm which (Y/N) took a little too quickly. Eloise was happy with herself as the pair walked off, sending the man a death glare when he asked her to dance instead. Once he left, her eyes went back to find her brother, who was already dancing with (Y/N), both smiling and laughing. Her mama was going to be ecstatic about this. 

                                       *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Eloise sat in the drawing room, obviously lounging with a book. Her younger siblings were being irritating as usual, running around her in circles. Before they arrived, she had peace. Eloise wanted a few moments alone, because she knew her mama would be bursting with questions about the night before.

“Ah, there you are.” Violet said as she walked in.

The book flopped into Eloise’s lap, a frown on her face. There goes her reading time.

“So, how was last night? Did you meet anyone?” her mama sat beside her.“You two, go play outside if you’re going to run around please.”

The children stopped as their mama spoke, sending each other devilish grins before they ran out of the room again, their giggling echoing down the halls. Violet went to shout after them, but decided to leave it be, there were more pressing matters.

“Well mama, do you see any suitors?” Eloise gestured around her.

Violet sighed.“Did you even try last night?”

“My life will not be reduced to a single night where I was forced to peacock around in order to please a man.”

“Oh, Eloise, must you make everything so dramatic?”

“Funny, Benedict said the same thing.”

“Actually, where is your brother? I have not seen him all morning.”

“He went out.” Eloise was relieved that the focus would now be off of her.“He’s calling upon a lady.”

Violet’s eyes widened.“What? When? Who?”

“Lady (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“(Y/L/N)? They are quite reputable.”

Eloise rolled her eyes.“Mama, she is a lovely girl. I don’t think you should just judge her on what family she comes from.”

“Oh, so you approve of this girl?”

“I...I mean...Well, I only spoke with her for a mere few minutes.”

“But?”

Eloise let out a huff.“I enjoyed her company. I think Benedict likes her. I didn’t see him for the rest of the night until it was time to leave. He spent all his time with her.”

Violet became overjoyed.“Oh, what marvelous news! I wish he had told me. Do you know what he took to her? Flowers? Food?”

“I have no idea mama. Just wait for his return and he will tell you all the details. I am not a psychic.”

Violet was impatient as she awaited the return of her son. Poor Collin had also been questioned when he showed up in the drawing room, but he had overslept in bed, waking with a terrible headache. It seemed that it was about to come back to him when his mama bombarded him with questions as to why he hadn’t called upon anyone that morning. Eloise kept her giggles quiet, ducking behind her book when Collin sent her daggers.

Poor Benedict had no idea what was in store for him. His cheeks were aching from how much he was smiling. He wasn’t surprised when he arrived at the (Y/L/N)’s house and saw multiple callers for (Y/N). However, jealousy rose inside him when he thought about these men dancing with her, trying to convince her that they were the man to marry. He held a beautiful bouquet of flowers, remembering that (Y/N) had mentioned her favourite the night before. Looking around at any other flowers she received, he was glad to see no other gentleman had chose it. Surely that would show he was listening? He endured sonnets, stories, songs and boasting from the other men, trying not to show his dissatisfaction as each one stepped forward. There was pressure that her parents were there, especially when he realised he was the last gentleman, everyone else had left.

(Y/N) had been incredibly anxious when she saw Benedict that morning. He had been the only man she genuinely smiled at, hoping he came at his own will, not forced by his mama. The night before had been the best ball (Y/N) had ever been to. Benedict was sweet, charming, handsome and interesting. They were able to talk about anything and everything, no small talk involved like all the other men she danced with. He had swooned her, and here he was, calling upon her. 

Back at the Bridgerton house, Violet had not sat down since talking Collin’s ear off. Eloise was still in the drawing room with her, as were her two youngest siblings, munching on biscuits as they threw questions at their mama. She did not have all the answers, sometimes not even hearing them speak for she was too deep in her thoughts. At one point, she did sit, but beside the window, o the lookout for any signs of her son. When a carriage pulled up in front of the house, Violet leapt out of her seat, startling her children. She made a beeline to the door, standing there with her hands clasped together. When Benedict walked in, he too flinched, not expecting his mama to be there.

“Mama, how long have you been stood there?” Benedict asked as he walked past her, pinching a biscuit from his brother’s plate.

“She’s been waiting for you.” Eloise explained, also excited to hear about his calling.

“I hope you sat down at some point.” he joked, sitting beside Eloise and slouching.

Violet hurried to sit on the sofa across him.“You didn’t tell me you were calling on a lady this morning.”

“Well, we got back late from the ball yesterday evening, and I had to leave early to ensure I got there in good time. Though it seemed every other man thought that too.”

“There were many men there?” 

“Yes, quite a few.”

Eloise straightened up at her brother’s grumpy expression.“You really like her!”

“How wonderful!” Violet gushed. 

“Do not get ahead of yourselves.”

“But you do, don’t you? Otherwise you wouldn’t have called on her.”

Ben was lost for words. He couldn’t argue with that, and he did like seeing his mama happy.“Yes, yes I do. And it would seem she reciprocates the feelings.”

“This is such good news! I must see what our social calendar looks like, we must ensure you two spend time together.”

“Actually mama-” Eloise went to tell her about the art exhibit until Ben interrupted.

“Good idea mama.” he nodded, smiling at her as she walked away, a spring in her step. Once she was gone, he let out a big breath.“I just needed a moment without questions from her.”

“Well, you’re going to have questions from me.” Eloise angled her body to face him, her elbow perched on the sofa with her face resting in her hand.“I didn’t think you were going to call upon her. Are my match making skills really that good?”

“I hate to admit it, but yes, you have done an excellent job.” Benedict felt relaxed thinking about (Y/N).

“So, what happened this morning?”

“I took her flowers, she told me her favourites last night, and then I had to sit there whilst her other gentleman callers desperately tried to impress her. It was agony! Finally I was able to have time with her, and it was just...I don’t know how to put it into words.”

“Did you bring her anything else?”

Benedict became bashful.“I brought her a sketchbook, like the one I have. She mentioned how she used to often sketch when she was younger. I thought it would be a unique gift.”

“Benedict, you truly are a romantic at heart.”

“For her I am, yes.”

Eloise smiled for her brother, until a smirk fell on his face.“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Aw, is someone also a secret romantic?”

“No!” Eloise protested, quickly grabbing her book again.“I am just happy you found someone.”

“And you helped, because you secretly want everyone to find someone.”

“No I don’t! You’re ruining this moment now Benedict.”

“Don’t worry Eloise, you’ll find someone.” Ben joked.

She groaned.“You are insufferable...but I still want to go to that art exhibit.”

“To see love bloom?”

“N-no, to see the art work.”

“Of course, of course. But, thank you Eloise.”

She tried not to smile, but couldn’t help it.“You’re welcome.”