#which sucks cuz i had almost everything planned

[yelenasdiary]

Subby!bottom!Nat getting a nipple piercing just for R as her birthday present to her. But, the healing process is at least 2 weeks long so Nat always rejects R's advances for steamy sessions cuz it's painful/not allowed and she wants to keep it a secret until finally on the day of R's birthday Nat reveals her big present and R can't stop herself from sucking her titties. Bonus points if you can add in a scene where R tries to cup Nat's tits in one morning when they're cuddling but Nat moans as it hurts and tries to cover it up. (Thankyou for your work, you're amazing)

Happy Birthday!

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Summary: Nat has painfully been trying to keep your birthday present a surprise. 

Smut 18+ ONLY! Minors & Men, DNI!!

Translations: Detka (baby)

Warnings: Sub! Natasha, Nipple Play (N Receiving), Slight Thigh Riding, Mommy Kink, Tiny Degradation, | 1.3K

AC: Thank you for sending this!! I hope you enjoy it!!

"All done!" The piercer smiled as they took a step back to make sure the bars were sitting perfectly. "Just be careful with towels, still wear a bra and no sexual activity in that area for at least 2-4 weeks" she added as Natasha put her favorite oversized tee back on. "Thank you, I love them" the red head smiled. 

Nat had been planning this for months, she wanted to surprise you for your birthday but didn't think ahead of how hard she'd have to keep the secret. It's no secret that you're a lover of her breasts, especially when she's wearing one of her tight tank tops making them sit perfectly. She loved to tease you and would often wear a bra that was a little too small, making them almost spill out of her top, driving you crazy. 

It's been two weeks since Nat got her nipples pierced but still felt they were rather sensitive and sore. She was glad that she'd planned this months in advance, your birthday was only a week away which gave her a little more time for the piercings to heal. It wasn't easy though, trying to keep you from hiding out. She was beginning to run out of excuses to kindly avoid any sexual activities between the two of you, so she ended up taking a small trip to Ohio to catch up with Alexie and Melina. 

Nat got back a few days before your birthday and of course you'd missed her. The birds chirped outside the small window of your shared bedroom at the Avengers compound. You rolled over to see Nat reaching for her alarm, given that you missed her so much, you wanted a little extra time in bed before starting the day. Naturally, you dropped an arm over her hip and pulled her closer into you. 

"Good morning" you spoke softly as you placed a kiss on the back of her neck, your hands making their way to cup her breast. "Good morning" Nat smiled, forgetting for a second about her new piercings. Her hands were full of her tits for a split second before Nat moaned with need. You gave them a light squeeze, not thinking twice about why she was wearing a bra to bed, she never wore a bra to bed. She moaned once more before she caught her bottom lip between her teeth to keep the pain from alerting you. 

"God, I've missed you" you whispered, placing another kiss on the back of her neck. Nat playfully chuckled, "I've missed you too, but I can't miss training detka, we'll do this later" she replied as she gently removed your hands from her breasts and sat up, running her fingers through her hair before throwing it up in a messy bun. 

You didn't question her excuse, but it definitely confused you, Nat was always one for a little morning fun before her morning shower. "Is everything okay baby?" You asked, sitting up. 

Natasha nodded, "of course, I've just a busy day today and tomorrow I've got a few errands to run" she replied before leaning over and kissing you softly, "and the quicker I get everything done, the more free time you and I have" she added. 

"I told you not to make a fuss about my birthday" you reminded her. 

"I know detka, but you know how much Wanda loves to get everybody together to celebrate things" Nat replied before slipping out of bed. She had a point, even though you'd said a million times that you didn't want a party or anything, Wanda still made sure there would be some kind of celebration. "I'll see you later tonight" Nat smiled before disappearing into the bathroom. 

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A playlist of your favorite music played in the background under all the chit chatter from the others. The classic birthday song was sung as you blew out your candles, games were played before everybody was just enjoying a drink and talking among one another. You were sat on the sofa enjoying your drink when Nat came and sat beside you. 

"Come up stairs, I have a surprise for you" she whispered in your ear. You bit your bottom lip as you watched her stand up, getting a great look of the dress she was wearing that hugged her figure perfectly. She reached a hand out for you to take gracefully before she led the two of you back to your shared bedroom. 

Once Nat closed the door behind you, she locked it and made you take a seat on the small sofa. Your eyes were glued to her body, the way her dress rode up her thighs slightly and her tits basically begging to be let free. She straddled your waist, letting your hands land on her hips. "I've wanted to tear this dress off you all night" you spoke as you pulled the bottom of her dress over her arse to see she wasn't wearing any panties. "No panties huh?" You looked up at her. 

Nat kissed you deeply while she worked her arms out of the straps of her dress. "Are you ready for your surprise mommy?" She asked, biting her bottom lip. You nodded, running your tongue over your lips. Natasha slowly pulled down her dress and unclasped her bra and throwing it to the floor. Your eyes were met with the small silver daggers running through her nipples, your mouth watered at the sight. 

"Fuck baby! Is this why you've been avoiding me?" you asked, cupping her tits to get a better look. 

"Mhm, they need weeks to heal, do you like them" the red head replied as she watched the way you groped at her tits. 

"Like them? I fucking love them" you said before attaching your lips to her left nipple. Nat moaned at the unexpected attack on her breast, her nipples still rather sensitive only made her pussy throb as your tongue flicked over her nipple and sucked lightly. 

You released her nipple with a pop before giving her right nipple the same attention. Natasha could barely help herself, the way you bit and tugged on her tits made her rock her hips against your thigh. Rubbing her wet, exposed pussy on your outfit. "F-fuck" she moaned as you released her breast once more. 

"Don't stop mommy, please" Nat begged, rocking back and forth against your thigh. 

"Is my dirty girl needy for me now huh? After weeks of avoiding me, I can feel how soaked your pussy is darling" you replied, gripping her hips and making her stop her actions, "You're not cumming like this" you looked up at her, "keep still and let mommy have some fun" you added before taking her nipple back into your mouth. 

Natasha's moans filled the room, your hands still on her hips to keep her from grinding against you. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed while you twerked, bit and sucked on her nipples even leaving hickies in the valley of her breasts. 

"M-mommy!" Natasha moaned. You could feel just how soaked your girlfriend was, she was beginning to squirm in your hold while her clit throbbed with need to be touched. "I-I'm g'nna cum!" She added with another moan. You released her right nipple from your lips and brought your fingers to both of them. You pulled harshly on them, sending Natasha over the edge as she moaned your name while you rolled her nipples between your fingers. 

Natasha looked at you with red cheeks, "Happy Birthday mommy" she smirked before kissing you deeply once more. You stood up with Nat still wrapped around your waist before you placed her gently on the bed, "I think you can make a bigger mess, don't you?" You smirked before attacking her left nipple once more with your lips.

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[luffyvace]

Late!! Dazai B Day hcs!! 😊

Yes IK I’m like literally almost 2 months late but I’m doing it ✨fashionably late✨

Dazai would become such a big baby 🤦‍♀️

he wants to sleep in late and wants breakfast in bed

the whole shabang 🙄

basically demands everything cuz he’s “the birthday boy☝️🤓”

and if you don’t get it for him your a bad s/o 😤✋

also demands cuddles all day long, which- I guess isn’t so bad 🤷‍♀️

I hope you didn’t plan anything, cuz he pretty lazy and doesn’t wanna work or even go out really

i mean maybe, only if you promise you have something super fun planned 🤩 and he’s gotta be interested in it too! ☝️😤

or your going to jail! For ruining his birthday D:

wouldn’t mind if you invited the Ada members over, actually asks you to do it at some point because his b day is too lonely without lots of friends and a party!! :D

all the sudden he has all this energy and wants to turn up LOL

so you guys put on some music, pour some drinks and have an unplanned party on the spot!!

although I’m sure Atsushi was planning one for him anyway <3

you’d best have brought him the most top tier gifts too!! >:( only the greatest stuff for the birthday king! 👑 (yes he deems “boy” too belittling now and wants to be called the birthday king now 😭⁉️)

gives you lots of kisses, back hugs and overall pda, - AND NO COMPLAINING!- cuz he’s the birthday king~ 😊

so if you don’t like it suck it up for a day butter cup!- Cuz he loves it! 💋

undoubtedly bothers Kunkida and asks him to do obnoxious, stupid things he knows he wouldn’t wanna do

and there’s no getting mad cuz he the birthday king!~ 😉

kunikida gets mad anyway and Dazai whines that he’s not supposed to get mad at him on his big dayyyy! D;

goes to you to tattle tale and you switch the topic by suggesting limbo! 🤩🤷‍♀️

To which Dazai immediately falls in love with this idea and demands everyone to play

in this order, is how everyone wins:

0 Dazai (he’s the birthday boy king ! )

1 Fukuzawa (the real winner)

2 Atsushi (tiger flexiblity)

3 Kyoka (super tiny)

4 Kenji (Second tiniest)

5 Tanizaki (would’ve done better but Mii-Chan aka the cat jump on him- LOL 😅😂)

6 Yosano (woman flexiblity)

7 Dazai’s ACTUAL placement-

7 Ranpo (would’ve done better but when he got “no” as an answer to “is the reward snacks” he gave up before even trying)

8 Kunikida (Dazai tickled him 🗿)

9 Naomi (has girl flexibility but wanted Tanizaki to win over her)

10 Kirako [office lady] (has girl flexibility but didn’t really try)

yippieeee Fukuzawa Dazai wins 😁🏅

for dinner you had spicy curry (either Kunikida or you made it)

And his cake was marble, I feel like he’d really like it

⚠️Suicide/death mention⚠️ (ofc it’s Dazai..)

at some point he asked you to commit double suicide with him, you can’t say no! It’s for his b day!! 😖😫 imagine dying on the day you came into the world!! With your lover! Isn’t that just romantic!~ 😍 hurry! Pick a painless way to die from this book of his before the day is over!! 😄 no? WHYYY?! 😩 *cue Dazai melting and turning into a hot mess on the floor*

by the end of the night your apartment is pretty messy and you and Dazai are cuddling up in bed, your head on his chest (or vise versa whatever you prefer <3) in solidarity silence

he demands you give the birthday king a goodnight kiss, and you do 💗

Short n sweet, but sometimes that’s how we prefer it, right?

-Brook🏴‍☠️

[no-thoughts-only-soup]

To Secure/Risk it all

Chapter 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

(God posting on mobile sucks)

Aka exposition chapter

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Curt had always considered himself the least likely person to get caught by zombies, monsters or other killers both supernatural and realistic. He was athletic, often going on runs, which allowed him to have more than enough stamina to outrun everything.

Reality tended to be disappointing however.

Actually running away from guards trying to kill him and his friends was a lot tougher than he could have ever imagined. They constantly had to make short, swift turns into the maze-like hallways, while keeping in mind how not to get trapped like rats. He constantly had to shoot guards and cameras to keep them off of their trail. And mostly, he constantly had to look over his shoulder and slow down to ensure his friends didn’t fall too far behind.

It was a good thing he still had his B-Class keycard with him, swiping doors open both to slip into places they wouldn’t be able to otherwise, and freeing other SCPs that would slow the Foundation down. He looked over his shoulder once to see Den do the same with the A-Class keycard she had swiped from Snee when she had knocked him down.

His heart beat in his throat. They were running out of bullets and room to run towards. They had to hide, both to let the others take a breather and for him to get his mind straight again, because they wouldn’t get much further without a solid plan.

The bathroom doors doomed up near them and out of sheer desperation, Curt almost bashed through the first door, heading for the end of the small room where a closet was located. They all crammed themselves inside of it, closing the door behind them and holding their breath.

30 seconds passed. A minute passed. Two minutes passed. They stopped holding their breath, but remained silent. Five minutes passed.

Coast seemed clear.

They breathed a sigh of relief. For now, they were safe.

Christian grabbed Curt by the shoulders and guided him to a crate, pushing him down until he was seated. And he didn’t need to say anything, just give him a stern look that told Curt he wanted answers, now.

“…Where do you want me to start?” Curt asked, hating how shaky his voice was.

“Fucking… wherever you want I guess.” Ivan shrugged. “I just wanna know what the fuck is going on.”

“Maybe start explaining how us being, y’know, became SCPs apparently?” Den offered.

Curt leaned on his thighs with his arms, sighing. “Honestly? I think we’ve always been. Just… never realized it. Heck, I didn’t connect the dots until yesterday. I was able to get in the archives and found a file about us.”

He pulled out a scrap of paper from his pocket. A part of the file he managed to take. His throat felt bone dry as his eyes fell on it again. It was still unbelievable.

“Well,” Christian interrupted, “you wanna start telling us what we are? Cuz I have a feeling I know, but I just wanna be sure about what it is that makes us so special.”

Curt readied himself, closing his eyes and trying to remember as much as he could from the file, as well as putting it together in a way his friends would understand.

“SCP-9475… is a SCP consisting out of a small group of adult humans. SCP-9475 has the ability to turn their direct environment into a pocket dimension, in which they are able to alter reality to their will. SCP-9475 activates this ability when one of them assigns themselves or is assigned the role of ‘host’. The host will come up with a hypothetical scenario for the other members of SCP-9475 to act out. This fictional scenario can be anything from a realistic possibility such as getting stalked or blackmailed, to fully fictional popular media such as TV shows, movies and games. Examples being-“

“Dude we already know.” Ivan butted in.

“Sorry.” Curt sighed. “I’m kinda… just retelling as much as I can remember from the file.”

He cleared his throat and continued. “Once the host has decided on a scenario, they will activate the pocket dimension. Within the pocket dimension, SCP-9475 will alter reality to enact the scenario as well as actions SCP-9475 takes. The host will have priority when it comes to the altering of reality, but will often listen to the rest of SCP-9475.

When the scenario has reached its conclusion, SCP-9475 will erase the pocket dimension, along with any changes that might have happened to the environment or themselves. Injuries and death done to SCP-9475 will be undone a few hours after the closing of the pocket dimension.”

Den widened her eyes. “Damn, like, everything? Even all the times I stabbed Ivan?”

Ivan laughed in response. “Explains how I survived Den for so long.”

Curt just continued. “SCP-9475 is also able to extend their powers to ‘guests’ they invite to join in their scenario. Interviewing those guests reveals they don’t remember their encounter with SCP-9475, only that it was a ‘fun collab’. In fact, any outsiders who happen to wander into SCP-9475’s pocket dimension don’t seem to remember anything after it closes. It is suspected that repeated and direct interaction with SCP-9475 as a ‘guest’ can results in memories of the event being retained. This is currently being tested with a C-Class personnel.”

“So that is Kristine’s role.” Christian pointed out. “She was put with us both to relay information about us and to see if she could become a part of… well, us.”

Frowning, Ivan suddenly stepped forward, getting closer to Curt. “Hey man, you good? You look really shaken.”

Christian rolled his eyes. “My dude, we’re literally finding out we’re not human, of course we’re all shaken.”

He hasn’t realized just how awful he felt. It was only now that Curt was starting to feel small and sick. Or maybe he had been the entire time, pushed it down and now it was finally crawling it’s way back up. He looked at them, his throat feeling raspy and his voice cracked.

“Ya’ll… we’ve been set up from the beginning.”

Den and Ivan looked surprised, but Christian looked like he already figured it out, motioning for Curt to keep going.

“He… I was offered a job here specifically so I could be made host. You guys were drugged… kidnapped and placed in a field of dead D-Class so you’d be arrested and the Foundation would be able to force you to join. All the SCPs you guys have faced? It was never to study them. It was to study us. Good god, Madz was purposely send into the Shy Guy with the transceiver specifically so they’d have a reason to send us in. A-all of this… was a set up.”

Ivan winced. “Damn. I mean, makes sense but still…”

“For whatever reason… we weren’t aware of our powers and they knew.” Curt kept going, feeling lightheaded yet heavy at the same time. “T-the file explicitly says to keep us in the dark. They made me only do some stupid useless paper work… it was all a sham… I can’t believe I…”

“What happened to Chilly?” Den blurted out. Everyone gave her a look. She awkwardly scratched her neck. “Sorry, awful timing, I know.”

Fuck. He didn’t wanna tell them. He didn’t wanna bring back up the awful feelings and thoughts that plagued him through the nightmare, creating nightmares so horrible he actually lost his dinner in the toilet. Thinking about it made him sick again. But he had to. They deserved to know.

“They… they wanted to know if our generative powers work outside of a scenario, outside of a pocket dimension.” Curt began, his voice barely above a whisper. Fuck, his chest was already hurting from this, pounding against his rib cage.

“S-so they took her… a-and restrained her… and…”

He couldn’t stop hearing the screaming in his head. Her screaming. Screaming their names. Screaming his name.

“They hurt her… t-tortured her… I-I don’t even know i-if they intended… or if it was just… too much…”

It hurt. His heart hurt. His longs hurt. His chest hurt. Not even trying to think about fun times helped, since her usual gag of yelling help was now replaced with actual terror. Why was breathing so hard? He should’ve figured it earlier. He could have stopped this. He was crying, he could feel the tears on his face. Why did he listen in the first place to Snee and the other A-Class? God, it felt like someone was choking him. He should have gotten them out after the first test. Why was everything spinning? Why did he ignore all the warning signals and gut feelings? All the sounds around him just sounded like static. Why didn’t he save her? Why couldn’t he save her? Why did he let her die? Why did she die? Why why why why why why why why why why—

“CURT!”

His head snapped up. Everyone was looking at him, eyes wide with worry and half-panic. He opened his mouth, trying to say something, anything, but the words got stuck in his throat.

“Dude,” Ivan sounded a little out of breath “I think you’re having a panic attack or something.”

“Yeah no shit.” Christian muttered, crouching down until he met Curt eye to eye. “Curt, look at me. This is gonna sound weird, but I need you to tell me three things you see right now, two things you feel and, uh, one thing you smell.”

Den softly and shakily smiled. “That old trick, huh?”

“Best trick in the book.” Christian responded. “Ok, go.”

He didn’t have a chance to ask. He just had to answer. And with every bit of effort he could drag up, he started speaking.

“I-I see you… and that lightbulb… and Ivan…”

“Good, keep going.”

He took a shaky breath. Ivan gently removed the paper from his hand, reading over it and wincing, but not saying a word. Curt decided to focus on the task at hand, running his fingers along the crate beneath him.

“I feel… the crate I’m sitting on… and the ground under my feet I guess… and as for smell…”

His nose wrinkled. “…Whatever the hell Ivan’s been eating.”

Ivan’s mouth fell open as Den and Christian bursted out laughing.

“WHAT!? ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?”

And Curt couldn’t help but shakily laugh with them. And honestly? Laughing felt nice. It broke some of the tension that had been weighting them all down.

Den nudged Ivan. “It’s your own fault for eating that shit.”

“It was either that or starving! Blame Christian for getting us into trouble!”

“That was a distraction and I don’t regret it.”

“Whatever man, how did this go from calming down Curt to roasting me again?”

As Ivan and Den teased each other, Christian turned his attention back to Curt. “Feeling better?”

Curt had to admit he did. He was still on edge, still shaking a little, but while his heart raced it didn’t hurt as badly anymore. “A bit.” He confessed.

Christian pouted, crossing his arms. “A bit ain’t gonna do it, we need you to have your head clear. Gonna do cliché tactic number 2.”

More gently than Curt had ever seen him do before, he placed a hand on Curt’s shoulder. “Copy my breathing, ‘kay?”

And Christian started slowly breathing in and breathing out, loud enough for Curt to follow. After a second, Curt joined, breathing in… and out. In… and out. In… and out.

Ivan took his hand, rubbing circles on it. And Den leaned near the door, giving him a reassuring smile when she caught him looking at her.

Piece by piece, bit by bit, Curt felt the panic melt away like snow in the sun. It was gonna be okay. The dread sunk to the bottom. It wasn’t gonna go away, and he knew it would come back, but he was able to push it away for now. They had more important things to worry about, like getting the hell out of here.

Curt took one last deep breath, closed his eyes and exhaled, opening them with a new resolve. They all smiled back at him, the same look of determination in their eyes.

But then, the door opened.

[its-chelisey-stuff]

The Legend of Anle eps 21-30 (thoughts& feels!!)

I don’t know why they released this happy poster that had nothing to do with these last eps lol they tricked me! I feel tricked!

What a rollercoaster. Even if I don’t exactly like the direction the drama took, I have to admit it got the plot moving a lot more than the last 10 eps. So let’s recap: Prince found out the truth, got a little cheeky and passive-agressive about it, throwing hints left and right. He went on a date with Anle. The two fell into a trap and off a cliff, then took care of each other (arguably the most romantic eps of the show so far), then they forgot about returning home and stayed there for a few days while everyone else was worried sick looking for them hahaha

And then they got rescued against their will and things went bananas. Anle revealed herself as Ziyuan and everything went angsty weepy sad eyes. Dowager Empress died. HanYe got emo and depressed, then he snapped and killed someone and now Luo MingXi knows Ziyuan’s brother is alive, but because he’s truly the worst, he still won’t tell her hahaha I mean HanYe not telling her is one thing, I guess, but LMX? why? cuz he sucks! and his love for her is conditional. If he can’t be the one to present her with the solutions or the shoulder to lean on, then he won’t give her something that makes her happy, because in his eyes he’d be indebted to someone else that’s not him and he cannot allow that. He said it himself, he’s selfish! He cannot die soon enough.

A list of things I loved the most no sad Crown Prince on my list btw:

Ziyuan&HanYe living together in some magical valley where days looked fake af and nights looked like fairy tales. They should’ve made out at the very least, by the look of things we won’t have a kiss until the last ep, if ever.

Ziyuan told WenShuo he can be her little brother (!!!!! girl if only you knew!!) and also, they bonded a bit more in these eps, yay! Why is HanYe not saying anything to any of them??

Luo Mingxi was arrested and tortured (sorry not sorry, I hate him :P)

My sweet Crown Prince became a hot murderer lol. Made a whole post about it.

Meanwhile MoBei or Lengbei or whatever is planning the most boring and slowest invasion in the history of wuxias, with zero charisma on his side. It’s almost like he got too invested in the whole Anle is Ziyuan drama that he has forgotten his mission with all the tea happening at court. Maybe he is a shipper as well and the angst has completely slowed down his plans. Unlikely? Yes, but not impossible lol 

But we can’t blame him. It happens when you’re not the main protagonist and just a secondary character exclusively invented for the show forced to be the ultimate baddie but writers don’t care enough about you to give you a personality. Also, someone get him away from Anning!!! arghh!!!

I hated to see Crown Prince being lovesick and like he was on the verge of a mental breakdown. I mean, technically he had one. Ugh.stupid Gong Jun and his sad puppy eyes But I know that, for every scene I watch of him suffering, I have to push through to see Ziyuan suffer unbearable pain because she took him for granted for far too long.

I remember posting once, when the trailer came out, that at the very least I’d be enjoying how pretty the drama was, starting with OTP. And I got what I wanted, but at what cost? Anyway, I made it this far and I actually watched Gong Jun’s The Flaming Heart (which was truly plotless and the FL behaved like a 10 year old, truly haunting given she was a doctor). In here till the end! lol

[mayasdeluca]

The “series” finale is going to be Ross/Sullivan wedding isn’t it? I’m grateful we got this season but I’m so disappointed by the quality. Not just with the lack of Marina but like overall. Not entirely the writers/producers fault but if I were a brand new viewer this season I don’t think I’d stick around.

And the lack of bts from the actors is a little disheartening too. Whatever their discourse is, sucks knowing they might not all get along after 7-8 years of working together. But credit to them as actors cuz their chemistry still comes through onscreen. Even their scenes are limited as “best friends” it’s almost believable. makes me think of the Glee days when Lea and Naya hated each other but had to play besties lol

I think so. It sucks because the first 3 episodes weren't great and that ends up being almost a third of the season but the next 2 have been really good so if it continues on that path, overall it probably won't be so bad. But we'll have to see how the rest of the season plays out. I'm sure it was difficult to have to pivot and not do some storylines they planned on and then set up a bunch of things instead and everything.

Yeah, they all have great chemistry on screen which is what's important. Who really knows how it is off screen and at the end of the day it doesn't really matter, it doesn't affect us in any way. Of course it's always nice when a cast seems super close off set but it's not always the case so 🤷🏻‍♀️ but yes I remember that with Glee too lol

[miniscrew-anon]

I love getting notifications about you reblogging or posting something cuz it's always about the blorbo, Four. You're collecting all the little pieces of lore and I love that. What are you planning on doing with it?

Well I’ll tell ya one thing I’m planning on doing with it:

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Four waits eagerly. His eyes scan the kitchen, following Wild’s movements. He readies his hand, hovering his fingers just next to the precariously balanced coffee cup. The coffee is long cold - left there after Hyrule ran to catch his train - so there’s no threat of burns.

But it sure would be a shame for Wild’s brand new cashmere sweater to get stained with a nice cup of cold brew.

Everything has been set up - the whisk, the kitchen towel, the spoon rest. The trap has been laid. Now to spring it.

It starts with Wild reaching for the towel. Through avid research Four had deduced that Wild always uses the towel to wipe up the counters after cooking. So it’s no surprise when Wild absentmindedly picks it up, inadvertently putting the next piece into play.

The spoon rest, which had somehow been resting on the towel, clatters to the floor. The whisk goes with it, rolling under the kitchen table as Four predicted. Wild hums unhappily and goes to retrieve the dropped items.

The mechanic smiles, eagerly leaning forward.

Wild picks up the spoon rest - wooden, no chance of shattered glass - and then hunts down the whisk. Wild spots it and gets down on all fours to retrieve it. He crawls under the table.

Putting him directly under the coffee cup.

One slightly vengeful tap of the rim upturns the cup, pouring the brown liquid all over the back of Wild’s neck and back. The cook yelps, jumping up and bumping his head on the underside of the table.

Four pumps his fist in the air - bonus points!

“I cannot believe you.”

Twilight saddles up next to Four, staring down at Wild as the cook laments his sweater and his hair. He frowns disapprovingly at the blonde. “Is this really necessary?”

Four returns the look with a deadpan expression. “Yes. Very. It’s what’s making existence worthwhile.”

Twilight rolls his eyes at Four, sitting down in Warriors chair. “I never pegged you as petty.”

Wild stands up, grimacing and shivering as the coffee drips down his back. He walks towards Four, who doesn’t bother moving.

Wild walks straight through the smaller boy, shivering again but for a whole different reason.

The ghost feels moderate amounts of joy from the reaction.

Four points to Wild sharply. “He got me eaten by a zombie, Twi! He’s lucky I’m not trying to suck his soul out and drag it to hell! I think I’m allowed to cause a few minor inconveniences once in a while.”

Upstairs, Twi can hear Warrirors unhappy mumbling as he finds his flat iron broken yet again. The fifth one in a row broken right out of the package.

Twilight groans. “C’mon man! He was in mourning! They all were! Give them a break.”

“You’re just letting them get away with it because you’re flattered that Wild missed you so much that he tried to resurrect you. And that everyone had a nice family outing where they reburied you and said a bunch of nice things,” Four huffs, taking his usual spot. “You say I have no reason to be petty? Tell that to my garbage bag of a coffin! I didn’t get a nice memorial! I barely got mentioned at all! So yes, Twi, this is necessary.”

Twilight winced. Okay, maybe Four was just a tiny bit justified in causing some small amounts of chaos. Watching everyone kind of brush over Four’s gruesome death had been a little painful for all ghosts involved; the awkward silence when Time decided to just put Four’s corpse on the street curb for the Sheika had almost been enough to kill Twilight again. “It’s not like they didn’t care! They just didn’t make a big deal out of your death because they didn’t want Wild to feel guilty.”

Four gave him a flat stare. “Because goddess forbid Wild feel bad for shoveling my remains into a trashbag.”

Okay, again, fair. Still, Four’s continued efforts to mess with the house were starting to attract Ledge’s attention. Twilight isn’t sure if Legend would exorcise them, but he really doesn’t want to find out. “Okay, fine. But you can’t keep this up forever! They were under a lot of stress! And it’s not like this is all Wild’s fault.”

Four turned on him, eyes deader than his body after Zombie Twi turned him into a chew toy.

“He let me get eaten. By. A. Zombie.”

[sortofanobsession]

Will o’ the Wisp - Ch. 4 (Umbrella Academy WIP)

Author’s Note: Okay, so I managed to get some more done. I have more sketched out but not sure how soon it will be done. I have plans. So stay tuned. Unbeta’d.

Please see chapter 1 for explanation of characters and character name details for Viktor. (again I am willing to take suggestions on this)

Minors DNI

So as it goes, Y/N = your name. Y/N/N = your nickname.  Reader pronouns She/Her.

Tag Requests are Open just message me.

Primary Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x Female!Reader (Slow Burn)

Luther tries to be a decent brother, he isn't the best at it.

Series/TUA Masterlist

Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 5

Word count: 5k+

Content Warning: Canon typical neglect, manipulation, violence, angst, anger, fire, flames, knives (cuz Diego is gonna Diego) guns, gunshot wounds, blood, cauterization, head wound, mentions of death, mentions of murder, poison, depression, anxiety, fear, mentions torture (I probably missed something, so let me know and I'll tag it.)

Chapter 4: Discussions and Distractions 

Y/N and Luther get back to the academy. She lets out a long sigh as she rolls her shoulders and lets the Wisp form behind her. Luther had gotten so used to her doing that, that he didn’t usually bat an eye, but this time he takes a second to study the hue and intensity of the glowing form. After everything, they had talked about, and the fact they probably talked more now than they had since they were really little, he really looked at both her forms. How could she stand constantly having dueling perspectives? The more he tried to think about it, the more it seemed nauseating. Like, split-screen video games or picture-in-picture but 24/7 and beyond just audio-visual. They’ve been together their whole lives, and he is just really putting it into perspective now. He clearly sucks at being the sympathetic brother. He looks away from her glowing form and to her actual human one. She looked weary, almost drained. He wonders how much it takes out of her to have this extra entity that is constantly battling for space. It might not be a mental thing, but it clearly took a toll. Would she even tell him if she needed a break or help? Would any of them? He guessed that was kind of the situation they were all navigating now. Learning to work together again. And all it took was someone killing their dad. Maybe he was thinking too much about this.

"What?" She asks when her much larger brother just keeps staring at her.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but-"

"I know," she says knowingly. "I need to get more sleep.” She huffs a sort of tired laugh and smiles. “Wisp is more of a ragged refulgence right now."

Luther wasn’t about to admit he wasn’t actually sure what that meant. Ragged, made sense. That one he got. Refulgence? Well, that one he would have to look up. Why did his sisters have to genuinely be so much smarter than he was? But he ignored it. It wasn’t meant as a dig against his intelligence or anything like that. That she usually reserved for Diego. He knows her tone made it clear it was supposed to be, at least partially, a joke.

"Yeah," he nods. 

She gives him an amused look as he seemed to be in his head again. “Remember to get some sleep yourself, Luther.” With that, she goes off to her room. He goes to find Allison.

Y/N wakes up to Pogo telling her she had a call. She isn’t too surprised to find her boss on the line. She had given him the number as an emergency contact. She had not really expected him to use it, but then again, the guy wasn’t great on boundaries at times. For what feels like hours but is probably just a few annoying minutes, they argue about her next shift. She tells him how her family needs her and that she can’t come back yet. She can’t tell him the details. She can’t even guarantee a timeline. Eventually, her boss agrees to give her a few more days unpaid. To which she begrudgingly agrees. 

Grumbling, she goes to get something to eat. Her annoyance is clear in the slight red tint to her fluorescent facsimile.

"Whoa, looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," Klaus says. She glances up at the Wisp but shrugs. 

"My boss called."

"Fun, clearly went well," Klaus gestures to the aggravated aura.

"He is not happy about having to find someone to cover my shifts. But he did give me more time off, unpaid time off, but that's not a surprise."

"Why do you still work there if your boss sucks?"

"Because I have rent to pay," she says. "And I was lucky to find that job. Not a lot of people want to hire someone like me."

"That is their loss. You're great. A literal ray of sunshine."

"I love you, Klaus, but I think you're a bit biased."

"There you are," She smiles as she sees Five. "If I didn't know better, I would think you were avoiding me."

"You?" Five says. “Nah.” 

"I've seen Luther and Diego more than you, and that's saying something."

"That's because I trust you,” he insists, “I know you can do what I asked you to without me hovering. Hovering is more your thing." He gestures to the Wisp.

"I appreciate that, but I still miss you."

Five smiles sadly. "I miss you too, but once I sort out what I need to, then we'll have all the time we need for you to get sick of having me around like you do, Klaus." 

“You sure you have that much time?” She grins.

“For you?” He pretends to need to mull it over, but he knew the answer. He had genuinely missed her. He’d missed them all, but she had always been up to any challenge he gave her. She never used to back down. She may have lost some of her edge and her warm light, but she was still his sister. “Sure.”

She studies him. "Are you okay?"

"I promise you, Y/N/N, I am not the one you need to worry about."

She narrows her gaze at him. "See, that just makes me worry more."

He chuckles. "I know, but I trust you to do what needs to be done."

"But what is your end goal, Five? I can't help you much if you don't tell me."

"I'm handling it," he insists.

"But-" 

He squeezes her shoulder. “Just keep working on getting everyone on the same page."

She snorts a laugh. "I'm not even sure they're all using the same book, let alone page."

"You, Diego, and Luther were all in the same room and walked away agreeing on something last night, right?" She nods. "Then you are already doing better than I expected."

Grace approaches them. 

"There you are, Y/N," she smiles, "you have a call." 

"I'll fill you in later, okay?" Five assures her.

"Okay," she nods before going to get the phone. She was only partially surprised to find out it was her neighbor, Joan. Someone else she had given the number to for emergencies. 

"Hey Joan, I'm sorry I didn't let you know but my trip home is taking a bit longer than I expected." She informs her only friendly neighbor. "Oh, I told Allison you were a fan…"

"There you are. I think we found something about Dad." Luther pulls Y/N to the side. 

She is instant to inquire, "What did you find?" 

“Pogo gave Allison the key to the surveillance videos. Dad had been using them again. Getting paranoid, I guess.”

“So you have video from the day he died?”

“Exact moment and before it.”

“So?” she prompts him to continue when he doesn’t elaborate. 

“Grace gave him a cup of tea, and then he died.”

“So you think she did it?” She finds that hard to believe. She was their mom. She helped raise them when Reginald Hargreeves couldn’t be bothered to. 

“You can see for yourself once the others get here.” They stand in silence for a moment while she really thinks about it. What would have been Grace’s motive? Why was he telling her now if they were going to show everyone later? Unless…  

"Please tell me you don't think what I think you're thinking, Luther."

"I'm just telling you what we found. Figured you would want a heads up, going to have a family meeting."

"Luther," she starts. 

"I'm not saying it was him, just you know how he is with Grace," Luther says.

"He would never ask her to do anything like that, never put her in a position like that. I don’t even know if that would be possible. He…no, there has to be something else going on."

"Just don't miss the meeting," Luther says.

Before Y/N turns the corner she hears Diego in Grace’s sitting area. She thought about her conversation with Luther.

“Mom, we need to talk.” 

“Okay,” Grace agrees, “but only for a minute. I need to finish this cross-stitch.” 

“Everything you did for us when we were kids... for me... why'd you do it?”

“Because being your mother is the greatest gift of my life.” 

“Is that you saying that?” 

“I'm not sure what you mean, Diego.” 

“I mean, our father, he... made you.” 

“When you think something, is it like he's telling you what to say?” 

“Your father isn't here, silly. Did I do something wrong?” 

“No, it's... it's not... Look. It's okay... if you hated him. He was terrible to you, to all of us.” 

“Don't say that.” 

“Why not? We were just tools in an experiment to him. Nothing more. So I'm saying, I would understand if... you know, if... if you wanted to hurt him.” 

“Now, now. Mr. Hargreeves was a great man. Industrialist, inventor, Olympic gold medalist. He made the world a better place.” 

“Stop it! Do you hear me? Stop trying to defend him! Mom, you gotta feel something. Look, he treated you worse than anyone. You worked for him for 30 years. He didn't even give you a room to sleep in.” 

“But I've got such beautiful views here.” 

“Mom, those are just paintings.” 

“Of course they are. What a wonderful world she lives in. Sometimes I wonder if she is lonely.”

Y/N can almost sense Diego’s frustration from where she is, but she doesn’t say anything. She just continues on her way. 

The Wisp hovers a few feet behind them all, just high enough not to heat any surfaces. But very little of Y/N’s focus is on the scintillate secondary entity. It was back to its usual melancholy tone. Her focus is on her siblings as they all gather. 

“I mean, do you really think Mom would hurt Dad?” Vanya asks.

“You haven't been home in a long time, Vanya.” 

“Maybe you don't know Grace anymore.”

“Not sure that’s fair,” Y/n mutters. “Most of us have been gone.” 

“If he was poisoned, it would have shown in the coroner's report.” 

“Well, I don't need a report to tell me what I can see with my own eyes.”

“Guys…” she starts.

“Look closer.” 

“Dad has his monocle.” Diego narrates. “Mom stands up. Monocle's gone.” 

“Oh, yeah!” Klaus agrees with a chuckle.

“She wasn't poisoning him. She was... taking it.” 

“To clean it.” 

Luther isn't convinced. “Then where is it? No, I've searched the house, including all her things. She doesn't have it.” 

“That's because I took it from her,” Diego admits. “After the funeral.”

The Wisp flashes a vivid shade of vermillion for a moment before it settles back to its usual melancholy blue. An action that earns her a few winces and nervous looks, but no one mentions it. They instead choose to focus on Diego.  

“You've had the monocle this whole time? What the hell, Diego?” 

“Give it to me.” 

“I threw it away.” 

“You what?”

“You’re a dumbass,” Y/N grumbles as she rubs at her temples. The glimmer of the Wisp changes slightly as she does, intensity ebbing and flowing with the pressure on her temples. Like angry waves on a stormy coast. She misses the glare Diego sends both of her forms. 

“Look, I knew that if you found it on Mom, you'd lose your shit,” Diego explains. “Just like you're doing right now.” 

Y/N shook her head. This meeting was going nowhere fast. She shifted her attention to the Wisp and decided to search for Five. She barely registers the continuing conversation, giving it just enough attention that she couldn't be accused of ignoring it all.

“Diego, you son of a bitch.”  

“Hey, no,” Vanya tries, “Calm down. Look, I know Dad wasn't exactly an open book. But I do remember one thing he said. Mom was, well, designed to be a caretaker, but...also as a protector.” 

“What does that mean?” 

Vanya explains, “She was programmed to intervene if someone's life was in jeopardy.” 

“Well, if her hardware is degrading, then…We need to turn her off,” Luther states. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait,” Diego starts. “She's not just a vacuum cleaner you can throw in a closet. She feels things. I've seen it!” 

“She just stood there, Diego, and watched our father die.” 

“I'm with Luther,” Allison tells them. 

“Surprise, surprise.” Diego snarks. 

“Shut up,” Allison glares. 

They look at Vanya. “I... I don't…” 

“Yeah,” Diego doesn’t let her finish. “She shouldn't get a vote.”

“Wh... “ Luther starts.

“I was gonna say that I agree with you,” Vanya points out. 

“Okay,” Diego accepts, “She should get a vote.”  

“What about you, stoner boy? What do you got?” They look to Klaus.

“Oh, so, what? You need my help now? Oh, 'Get out of the van, Klaus!' 'Well, welcome back to the van'."

“What van?”

“What's it gonna be, Klaus?” Luther asks.

“I'm with Diego, because screw you!” Klaus glares at Luther. “And if Ben were here, he'd agree with me.”

“So far, that's three to two.” 

They look at Y/N, but she says nothing.

“Y/N?” Luther calls to her, and when she doesn’t respond, he asks, “Where’s the Wisp?”. 

“What?” Allison looks around. “Not here.”

“You have got to be kidding me,” Diego seethes. He can see the faint blue glow under her eyelids. 

“Hey!” Allison shouts as Diego grips their sister’s shoulder and violently shakes it. He fails to duck out of the way when a fist hits his chest, landing him on the floor.

“Asshole,” Y/N mutters as she gets up, flexing her fingers as she does. 

“Were you listening?” Luther asks.

Y/N glares at him. “You doubting me too?” 

She steals Klaus’ booze and takes a swig, earning a laugh from her usually inebriated brother. “Easy, Sunshine,” Klaus says with a grin. “Where’ve you been?”

“Looking for Five,” she pats his cheek as she answers. “So we can end this pointless discussion.”

“Successful mission or no?” Klaus asks with a tilt of his head as she takes another drink before handing it back to him.

“Sadly, I was rudely interrupted.” She glares at Diego.

“You are such a bitch,” Diego grits out from clenched teeth. She ignores him. 

“But did you-” Luther starts on topic again. 

“I heard you, Luther, unlike either of you fellas,” she gestures between Luther and Diego. “I can use both my brain cells.”

“You know what-” Diego starts at her, gesturing with his knife.

“No,” she begins with a sharp tone as four versions of the Wisp cage him in. He freezes. He can feel the intense heat surrounding him. “It’s my turn to vote.”

“Whoa,” Allison says in shock.

“Y/N,” Vanya moves towards her. “I don’t think that’s…”

“I’ve got this V,” Y/N slowly walks in a circle around Diego, just outside the Wisps’ blazing boundary, as it shifts, and he is enhaloed in a ring of light. It twists and coils around him. He feels like he’s surrounded by hellfire. “You want to know my vote, hmm? Fine,” the next part comes out almost saccharine sweet. “I heard your little chat with Mom. She didn’t even remember Reginald Hargreeves was dead at his memorial. She acts like he is just out of town. She has no clue what is happening. I think Mom needs a bit of a time-out or a nap. Isn’t that what she would have us do? Considering she is clearly so out of sorts.” It looked like Diego was going to take a swing at her despite the Wisps.

“That’s new,” Klaus states, somewhat in awe.

“When did she learn that?” Vanya inquires.

“Does it matter?” Allison asks. “She needs to stop!”

“Let him go, Y/N,” Luther says.

“Whatever you say, Number One,” she acquiesces and takes a few steps back before pulling back most of her powers between her open palm until it resembles a large orb she wills down in size. She keeps it there for a moment before letting it shift to its usual form and place behind her. Her everpresent coruscating companion.  

Allison sighs at the dramatics. “Are you trying to burn the place down?”

“I know what I’m doing, Allison,” she replies. 

“So it’s three to three,” Vanya says, trying to shift the focus back to the main topic before her sisters start to fight. 

“Five will have to be the tiebreaker,” Luther admits.

“A vote we’d get done a lot faster if someone had let me finish my search,” Y/N complains. 

“I’m sure he’ll be back soon,” Vanya says.

Y/N goes to leave without saying another word. 

"Hey!" Diego snaps and follows her. “What the hell was that?!”

"Something I haven’t done in a very long time.”

“You had no-”

“No what, Diego? No right? That’s funny, because you can’t be serious. I have every right to be mad. Just like they do. You lied to them, to me. You hid this from them, from me! Let me guess, you don’t even think you did anything wrong, do you?” 

“I was protecting, Grace,” Diego grits out.

“I defended you,” she pokes him in the chest. "You know that?”

"What?" He glares as he swats her hand away. 

"At the gym, before you got there, even earlier today. I told Luther you didn't have anything to do with this. That it couldn’t be you. And yeah, you didn't kill him, but why hide it? Especially after he found out you were in the ring that night. I told him I trusted you, even if you hate me."

"Will you stop saying I hate you!" Diego shouts.

Her jaw dropped momentarily before closing with an audible click of her teeth, and her eyes flash red. But Diego continues his tone a touch less angry, "Does it frustrate the hell out of me when you don't listen, hell yes. Or how you never consider your own safety and choose to focus on everyone else's? Absolutely. Or when you push yourself so far past your limits you look like a shell of your usual self? Damn right it does. But I don't hate you. Never have. I hate that you won't let me explain or even help without you fighting me."

"That's rich coming from you,” she says with an eye roll. “How many times since we got here have you literally screamed you don't want my help."

"Really?” He crosses his arms. “We're going to do this now?"

"Yes, because you don't trust me."

"That's not true!"

"You don't even trust me to protect myself when I'm the Wisp. In the courtyard-"

"That is because I know you push yourself too hard when you're in a fight. You always do. And you are out of practice. And sure, in that meeting, you came out swinging, but in the courtyard? Your focus was on Five's portal, on looking after us, and you didn't even react when I touched you. Not a flinch, not a move to block. Nothing. That’s why I shook you so hard this time. Before, you were leaving just enough in your actual body to keep breathing. What was I supposed to do?"

"I knew you all wouldn't do anything that put me in danger. I knew you wouldn't hurt me,” she tells him. “No matter how much you-"

"I swear if the next words out of your mouth are that I hate you, I might-" He points his finger at  her. And it’s like the anger bleeds out of her. Exhaustion creeping in from manifesting first multiple full-formed Wisps, but then the halo ring for the first time in years. She sways on her feet slightly. On instinct, Diego reaches out to steady her, one hand on her shoulder.

"Point taken, Okay?” She nods. ”Next fight, I'll focus differently."

"Need a hand-to-hand combat refresher, you know where to find me, but it's not just that, okay? If you're going to use your little lights to follow us again, don't scramble your brain too much. I know you're going to keep doing it, just don't push it."

"You've been talking to Luther, haven't you?"

"That too, but the others might not notice when you follow them around with your little lights, but I do. And yeah, you both straight-up confirmed that. I'm shocked you didn't see me toss the monocle. I went to the donut shop crime scene right after. Part of why I was shocked you were defending me."

She punched his shoulder. "Then why didn't you tell me?"

"You were too busy lecturing me to get a word on."

"You're such a jerk."

"Just to you, Luz."

"That's a new one," she grinned.

"Well, if we're supposed to get along, I can't very well call you Bruja anymore."

When she hears the start of a scuffle, Y/N splits into the Wisp and is in the thick of it before she even knows what is really happening. Bullets flying has her transferring enough of her mind back for her body to hit the floor before putting most of her focus back into her illuminated form. Moving to immediately back Diego up and trying to draw as much of the focus on the Wisp as possible. Shoot at her in that form all they want, even if they could. The main issue was these opponents seemed smart enough not to fall for her usual tricks. Especially when she realizes that Klaus and Vanya could be caught in the middle of it all. So she resorted to some older tactics, some of the first ones she learned. Klaus had always called it the flash and crash. Use the Wisp to blind one of the attackers and tackle them from behind. She gave her brother just enough warning to shield his eyes before the Wisp turned blindingly bright, and she went for the masked assailant's knees and panting a superheated fist against the masked face. Earning a litany of curses from Diego as she did. But he was right back at it, using his powers to keep his sister out of his blade's path as he did. He fought back the instinct to put himself between her and the fight but could tell she had actually listened to his earlier advice. Flames in her eyes matched the smoke coming off almost any hit she landed. Even singed the wall when she pushed off in an attempt to get a better angle to attempt to take out the gun. But that earned her a shout from Diego when the barrel of it trained a little too close to her torso for his liking, and a bullet nicked her arm as she dodged. A grunt of pain and shock has her pulling back and ducking into a doorway. She hears her name called before an angry noise from Diego. He was beyond done by that point. Throwing blade after blade to distract and hopefully overwhelm the gunman. He missed the way Y/N tore at the fabric of her sleeve, the fabric burning ever so slightly as she did. She let the Wisp take form and allowed her to split her attention to making sure nothing worse came her way while she dealt with the injury. Most of her heat faded as she wrapped the fabric around the wound and secured it enough before pulling her powers back to her and getting back into the fight. Diego and the fight were no longer right outside the door by the time she was sure the makeshift bandage was secure, and she was ready to get back out there. She goes looking for the fight but finds Vanya hiding in the process. Vanya pulls away as violently as Y/N stops in front of her. “Shit, V,” Y/N says, willing the heat out of her left hand, so she can get a better look at her sister's injury. “You're okay, V. I've got you. If you want I can-”

“Do it,” Vanya nods, wanting to prove that she can handle this stuff. 

“Okay, but this is going to hurt like a bitch, and it only works on surface injuries. You sure?"

"Yeah, we're wasting time," Vanya says.

"Okay, V, brace yourself.” Vanya bites down on her sleeve as her sister superheats a fingertip and, as fast as humanly possible, closes the small wound on her sister’s head.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Y/N repeats before letting the Wisp take all her heat with her into its form. “Let me check.” She brushes Vanya’s hair out of the way and nods. Letting her hand rest against Vanya’s forehead to help calm her ever so slightly. “We should-” They both startle at the sound of the chandelier crashing and running toward the foyer. They are both momentarily stunned when they see Luther before he runs off. Allison goes over to Vanya, and Diego pulls Y/N aside.  

"Let me see," Diego insists, quickly using one of his knives to remove the bloody fabric from her wound as soon as the shock of Luther's reveal wore off. 

"It's a bad scratch," she tries to downplay the fact she barely missed getting shot in the side. She pulls away. "I can take care of it." 

"It's a gunshot wound," he corrected.

"Wait, what?" Vanya says, coming over to look at her sister's arm. “Why didn’t you say anything?” 

"I'm fine," Y/N assures them as Allison joins them. The sisters don't miss the grumbled curses from Diego before he storms off. "If I could, I'd have done the same thing I did to your head." 

Allison looks at Vanya's injury and adds, “You should put some ice on that.” 

Vanya nods, wincing slightly as she does but focuses back on Y/N. "But that doesn't work on skin that's used to being superheated, does it?”

"Nope," Y/N replies before hissing in pain as Vanya carefully wipes away some of the ash from the burned sleeve to keep it from getting into the open wound. 

"Sorry," Vanya winces.

"It's okay, V at least I could help you, although it probably hurt more helping than if I had left it. If I had known the fight would be over that quick, I’d have-"

“Diego?” Allison asks when he returns, and he is still furious. He tosses a first aid kit onto the table toward his sisters. 

“What are you still doing here?” He says to Vanya. 

“I'm just trying to help,” Vanya admits, reaching for the kit to attempt to help the sister that had helped her. 

Y/N recognizes the look Diego has. “Please, Diego,” she cautions him.

He ignores her and continues to focus on Vanya. “No, you could've been killed. Or gotten any of us killed. She is a liability.” He looks between his sisters that do have powers. 

Vanya looks at Allison. “Allison?” 

“I think what he's trying to say is that this kind of stuff is dangerous,” Allison says. “You're just…”

“Not like you,” Vanya finishes for her. She sets the first aid kit back down.

“V, it's…” Y/N tries to say something at the same time Allison says. “No, that's not what I... Vanya, wait.” But Vanya is already leaving.

“Let her go,” Diego tells them. “It's for the best.”

“Says who?! You?!” Y/N snaps. "I miss the meeting where you became Number One or something?"

“You know I’m right,” Diego attempts to not lose it. He knew she and Vanya were closer than he was with either of them. He also knew she was exhausted before getting shot. So he tried to keep his wits about it.

“She’s injured, Diego! And you just drove her away! What if she-”

“You’re injured too, and unlike her, you still have an open wound.” He retorts.

“She needs our help!” 

"She’ll survive. She is safer as far away from all this as can be. And you!” Diego finally shouts. What happened to your two brain cells huh? You still using them," he turns on Y/N. "When I told you to be more aware of your actual body in a fight I did not mean for you to just throw yourself at a gun!"

"I am just as trained in this as you are. I had it covered."

"You got shot!" 

"Would you prefer I left my physical self unattended while those assholes shot through the walls?"

"No!"

"Then pick a fucking lane, Diego! You can't have it both ways! And I sure as hell am not backing out of a full-on assault of my own home just because you want me to! So quit yelling at me!"

She rubbed at her temples as the last bit of adrenaline seemed to fade from her system. She stormed off, taking the first aid kit with her so she could patch up her arm.

Y/N isn’t sure how long she sits in her room. Too exhausted to keep track but too on edge to actually sleep. She wasn’t sure what to do. Her head hangs low as she sits on her bed and leans against the wall. She looks up when through the Wisp that hovers near the center of the room, she sees shadows move outside her door. She sighs as she hears a knock on her doorframe. “It’s open,” she greets. 

The door opens, and Luther asks, "How's the arm?" 

"I've had worse," she assures him. He gives her a skeptical look. "We dealt with enough dicey shit as kids that we both know this is nothing."

"Didn't seem like nothing to Diego from what I hear," he counters.

"Diego was acting like I took a fatal hit," she grumbled. "Though I'm not the one that took a whole ass chandelier." She narrows her gaze at him. "Are you okay?"

"Barely a scratch," he deflects. 

"Luther, I'm not going to push, and you don't have to tell me anything, but…" she saw him physically flinch like she burned him as she spoke. "Is this…is this why you were worried about me checking in on you with my powers?"

"A bit," he admits.

"Because you know I don't care, right? Like, I know what it's like to be the one that gets stared at and whispered about for being…well, a freak. Not that I think you're a freak. I know that you guys think the Wisp is freaky. I know you guys think it's even more unnatural than most of your guys' powers. Ben always got that. Polar opposites powers wise, and he at least could hide his but-"

"You're not a freak,” Luther says, rather bluntly, “Okay?"

She rolled her eyes at that.

"No more than the rest of us ever were,” he adds. “Or at least when we were kids. This is not coming off right," he groans and moves to stand beside the glowing form and gestures to it. "This was never a bad thing, especially not when we were little. You literally lit up a room when you walked in. Always warm, and so…" he frowned at the way her shoulders seemed to shift, and it was like he was watching her close herself off. He groaned again and moved to sit somewhat carefully next to her on the bed. "No one came back from losing Ben, well, you know that, right? You are just the one that has a big flashing, what you call, a neon sign, of what's going on in your heart. It's like a mood ring on steroids. You get mad and glow red. And so bright it's like staring at the sun and standing too close to a forest fire. It's just tough sometimes because it's always blue nowadays. And we know there's nothing we can do to change that. Nothing I can do. I can't bring Ben back. I can't take away the pain of the shit dad put you through. And I can't make Diego less of an asshole." That earned him a laugh and made him grin. "So yeah, it isn't always easy to know there isn't anything I can do. We aren't kids that can just pull pranks or make stupid jokes to make ourselves feel better anymore. But the Wisp doesn't make you any different, any freakier than we were when we were kids. And as you keep pointing out, you're still my sister. Still the same person that refused to listen to half my orders if you think someone needs you."

"Exactly, you're still my brother. You're just even more so my big brother." She grinned. “Really big, big brother.”

"We're the same age, Y/N," he deadpans. 

"Sure, Number One," she shook her head.

“Fine, then as your big, big brother, I say you get some sleep. You look like a strong breeze could take you out.”

“Wanna fight me on that?” She grinned. 

“I would, but you’re injured, so I’ll take the L on that one,” he chuckles.

“Fine, I’m kicking you out,” she conceded. “But only because you asked so nicely.”

“Deal,” Luther stands and heads back to the door. 

“Luther?” she calls before he closes her door.

“Yeah?” 

“Glad you found your other brain cell. You were a badass from what I hear.”

He huffs a laugh. “Sleep, or you might lose yours.”

[gyahyahyahayhahayahyahyahyahyaha]

dreamt that i was walking into this target type of building but it was like a similar type of store. i walked in, someone i recognized started yelling their ass fof at me about being late to work and in that dream i realized “wig do i still work here?” and im like oh im on for today? right now? well damn i got my stuff so ill go get changed. and my manager? the person yelling at me huffed and asked me about the “affair”. she was talking about the outfit i was wearing. it was a type of magic that i had crafted to make my outfit look a certain way and it looked like ome of those super silk purple robes that youd see a rich widow wearing.

anyways the position at the store 🏬 was like a regular one except they had me working like lead role in some show that served as like an asvertisement for their company. it was like a full blown show and it was like a pretty good soap opera cuz if you didnt know youd habe no idea it was advertising for the store. so yeah i was the main character???? for some reason... and the main character was like this maid with this super frilly maid outfit kinda like this

and she was like ome of those characters that stumbled her way thru the story, into and out of problems. sje had good insight sometimes and was good at event planning and liked to run and read mysteries a lot. i guess it was a bit of a mystery soap opera cuz there were a lot of murders and other problems that shed end up solving cuz all the other characters were so caufht up in the surrounding melodrama that the only “mostlybut not really” uninvolved character had the time to think about what was goin on lol.

anyways they paid me for like an entry level position and i had to act out this character for the show on the set and in the store itself. the job overall sucked and like the store too but i kinda liked not habing to wear the stores normal uniform and the maid outfit allowed me to get away with fucking around and doing some other bullshit i absolutely would have not gotten away with otherwise. also i liked working on the show more thhan anything else. it was... fun.... despite eberything else.

anyways at this point i just got stopped at the entrance and havent gotten changed yet. so i make a dash back into the tunnels tha connect to the entrance and stsrt looking for a changeroom. the tunnels are like a swathing sea of people in these subway like tunnels. it was all white like a targets walls would normally be. with thst type of stone or brick thats been painted over. it was nauseating. it shared that same kind of miserable lighting too... anwyays i kept running into various people cuz there was so many around ir was impossible to not do so. and almost ebery single one i ran into kept aski nd me about “the affair”. i didnt bother to keep asking at this point. after feeling like id suffocate and die like this several times i made it to thechange room . which had the same pale white ceiling and walls and insufferable lighting and almost as many people inside as there were outside. but at least the changeroom was incredibly spacious... people still wouldnt stop asking me a bout “the affair” until i managed to erect a barrier of boxes and linen in a corner so i could change in relative peace.

when i changed into my outfit i was no longer at the store. i was already wearing something else and i found myself at some type of gathering at some kind of (ski?)lodge

i remember hurrying to orepare a swimming outfit and some backup outfits for after and while i was doing that i was talking to someone about fortnite? while also preparing for some event

oah yeah it was one of those collective borthday events for people who had birthdays in the same month. far as i remember there were only 3 ppl there whos birthdays were beinf celebrated for that month. it was wierd cuz like after all the prep and setup and everything eberyone is more or less gatheredon one end in this dining hall amidst all thr serving tables full of food... and then my grandmother? (maybe?)start singing happy birthday. she gets like 2 lines out before she interrupts herself to start reciting a speech which felt like a suuuuuuuper uninportant thank you to thr “sponsors” she was reading advertisements. i looked at the guy whose name was mentioned in the first two lines of the song we were singing, miguel, and he was kinda just looking around expectantly. felt bad for him... most of the people who were gathered up before were suddenly no longer in sight cept for a few stragglers. thats what it felt like. the few left behind were just wandering aroujd aimlessly. not even chatting or eating. there were two ppl who was i was talking with on one end of the hall. i said, smth like “this kinda fucking sucks” and this one lady walked up to me and very excitedly agreed and the guy sitting in his chair handed me his phone and showed me his web page. it was pretty cool. it had this really cool pixelized style of colouring using various hues of green and brown that looked really good together. i looked thru his page while talking to both of them and as i did images of this dark builfing with spotlights occasionally hitting it started filling my mind like a vision ior clairvoyance or smth. it was a weird clustered snd complicated buildinf. i wish i remembered enough about how it looked to draw it.

the 3 of us kept talking to eachother and we realized we all got along pretty well so at some point the lady was like “hey why domt we fuck around and make our own birthday celebration since they dont seem interested in starting anytime within our lifetimes lol” and both me and the guy were like yeah thats a great idea. the guy in the chair dodnt really say much very often bur the 3 of us were all on the same page so while the lomg ass speech was s to ll goin on we dragged out a circular table, found a normal sized cake and surrounded it with plates and bowlls of food we were planning on eating. we were practically making new dishes and soups an stuff with all the combinations we were making. once all the food was ready we just interrupted and started singing happy birthday to miguel while the 3 of us held hands round the table. im not sire if he heard us since he was sitting relatively nearby my grandmother(?) who was kinda still droning on...

the 3 of us were having fun and were enjoying our newfound friendship we had forged . i think i woke up around then

[kira-the-whump-enthusiast]

!! for the character intro game

Tysm for the ask!!!

This definitely didn't take me over 10 days to get to lmao

From this ask game <2

Name: Zachary Chang

Pronouns: He/Him 🏳️‍⚧️

Zach!! He's my first ever whump OC and also, I love him cuz he sucks so much <2 my favorite OC with problems :D He's appeared in this drabble which you could read. if you want. it's a little old I'm prolly never gonna continue it so

Zach has like, three main traits I would say? Overwhelming arrogance, yet also deep rooted self loathing. An extreme reluctance to make friends or any meaningful connection. And boredom. So, so much boredom.

Pretty much he had a kinda shit childhood. Manipulative parents + a pervasive feeling of otherness growing up kinda turned him off from desiring any sort of meaningful connection because whenever he was vulnerable, it was used against him. Also he developed a lot of self loathing issues, and to cope with that he leaned into ego. He's not better than anyone else, in fact he's rotten to the core, but he's the only one who sees the world as it really is, in his mind.

And the world is not only cruel and selfish, but it is deeply, utterly, boring. And Zach truly thinks he's tried everything (he hasn't), and nothing is fun to him. Nothing has brought him joy. I will say tho, he is the type of guy to try a new hobby and give up when he isn't amazing first try. Zach also has a lot of overconfidence in his prediction skills- and he's not right 100% of the time, but he's right enough of the time that he believes his prediction ability is practically infallible, and he takes that as further proof that everything is too boring and predictable.

Most of the time he's looking for something new to do, for temporary excitement or serotonin. The thing is, he's quite callous, and he doesn't really care about people or their happiness. He's a bit nihilistic, he thinks that whatever he does, it doesn't really matter in the end because everyone will be dead, eventually, and the universe will move on like nothing happened.

And then that's how he decided that becoming a villain might be fun to try. So he decided to start by majorly fucking with a random person of his choice! That person was Tào Lan, and her friends, Grace, Amir, and Declan. They formed a vigilante group, so Zach thought it would be fun to mess with them.

He started by like, kidnapping Declan and sending a letter and a videotape to the group like "hey I kidnapped your friend, if you don't rescue him by this date, I'll kill him!"

From then on, he had like a couple skirmishes with the group as they tried to rescue Declan and defeat him. First one was at an abandoned warehouse, and he set it on fire with everyone inside, and Amir ended up dying in that. Which was extremely traumatizing for Lan and Grace. To the point that neither of them could organize another rescue attempt. They tried, but most of their attempts ending up being fruitless very early on.

And then the date passed, and they got a picture in the mail of Declan's corpse.

That made Lan and Grace decide that they had to do something immediately. They were gonna kill Zach, for everything he'd done. But that fight didn't exactly go well, as it ended in Grace's demise.

Which only left Lan. And she used to be happy, you know? She had her best friends with her, and she felt like she could do anything with them at her side. But now she felt horribly empty and hopeless, though she was learning that she could do still anything, in their memory.

Once she recuperated physically from her last fight, she was determined to finally kill Zach. And this time, she succeeded.

Well, almost. At the last minute, she changed her plans. She wasn't going to kill him, but she was going to make him regret being alive.

Zach planned for a lot of things, but he didn't exactly plan for being tortured. He didn't think Lan would go that far! But she did, and he suffered for it. He was suffocatingly trapped in a cycle of suffering, and no matter what, Lan just wouldn't let him die. He knew he'd die eventually, but it was taking too long-

And then someone saved him. An old classmate, Erika Sanchez, found him and got him out of the abandoned prison he was being held captive in. And now he's crashing at her house :) She doesn't know about his crimes, and he's not about to tell her. There's a bit of an angsty half recovery arc <2

(Zach on the left, Lan on the right)

@whump-queen <2

[xojaxoffxo]

Ugh I'm so frustrated with my guy. He lied and screwed me financially. I'm legit tied to him at the moment and it's driving me nuts. I'd gotten laid off in May and I talked to him about it and he said he'd move in (we had planned to already live together but things happened) and he'd take over. Said he'd take care of everything and all I didn't have to work if I didn't want to. Being the workaholic I am, I got a part time. It's a really good job! I'm excelling at it and it has so much opportunity for me.

But like the problem is, he didn't actually have the means to take on as head of the house and main breadwinner. He works a full-time, but ironically, I almost make as much as he does. And like, I'm independent and I don't usually even ask for help in the first place. I accepted his offer because he promised me he had things covered. But he didn't. He can't actually do what he said he could and he keeps running forward, being disrespectful and rude and self centered and lying to me. And I'm stuck holding the bag, trying to make things work.

I'm frustrated. I am constantly struggling and he's so lackadaisical about everything. He isn't even responsible enough to know what his actual pay rate is, which I just found out he was lying about to begin with and he actually makes less than he said he did. Which I already fucking guessed. And it just sucks cuz like I don't even have a car so changing my work hours or job is really risky, but I've gotta figure something out because Daddy wants to be called Daddy but doesn't want to be Daddy 🙄

Honestly, I just want some good rough and mean sex, a really delicious warm meal, a really good back rub, and to not have to struggle anymore.

[caregiverlad]

i'm glad you had a good day, it sounds very eventful!! there was a change of plans and we went to the mall today and surprisingly, i didn't find anything. all i got from the mall was food. which sucked because i really need more school clothes that don't make me dysphoric, cuz all i wore last year was tighter shirts which won't work this year. we basically drove 4+ hours for nothing. i got 2 crewnecks from carheartt. that's it. i dunno, i just feel like i'm upset about everything right now, i've almost cried 3 times today, including right now. i'm glad i got to go, it's just... i was hoping to find more. and the school starting soon hit me again, making me stress even more. i have 2 more days. that's it. i don't wanna go back. i just really hope school isn't as bad as my brain is telling me it's gonna be. i wanna be really little again, like i was earlier. i think i was genuinely fully little for the first time earlier today, and i need that back right now. all i need right now is to be little and hugged :(

i hope you have a good night, and sorry for complaining<3

-🏳️‍⚧️

i’m sorry bubba, i hope the rest of your weekend is better. i know it’s disappointing to have your expectations not met. you’re gonna do well this year in school, i believe in you!

[saddarkentruths]

Just found out my bff of a decade, introduced her bf, of 2 years, to her family.

I haven't been "allowed" to meet them :)

They know I exist obviously cuz gifts and the fact she talks about me, but?

This hurts. It fucking hurts.

And I've asked to meet her bf, but she pulls up excuses for why I can't meet him, then she drops the "he doesn't want to", okay why not? Because she's said something to him, idk what, and now he's? Scared? Uncomfortable? Idk.

So basically he met them before me, the bff of a DECADE.

And she's talked him into not wanting to meet me

And it's clearly about me, like I'm the actual problem, how can I not be?

Can't meet bf or fam, what do they have in common?

Me.

So what did I do?

We say everything to eachother, I thought.

She apparently dated him before she told me, I just dont understand how the friendship turned into a one sided bff thing, for me she's my best friend, like I'd push someone into traffic for her basically.

But rn I feel like I'm seen as just a friend.

And it hurts, idk how else to say it.

I've muted her on everything, and from the small peaks I've done... nothing.

Haven't even tried.

I almost feel like she's probably engaged or something and won't tell me.

Maybe even pregnant, which is so silly! She wanted to take out her tubes to AVOID getting pregnant cuz she hates kids.

But now she wants them bcuz "he told me to"????

I dislike him, but I have to just wait a bit, she's a smart woman, but she's not telling me enough, and she doesn't post about it

She hardly answers me now.

And I'm just...

It feels like he's given her an ultimatum, and I lost her.

When I asked her if he had met them, it was in good fun, then when she said yes I just felt so... betrayed.

And I said that, and I even "dramatically" left her in the store, I wasn't actually like fully upset, I had no idea what I was feeling, but I went down to buy food, and it all dawned on me.

She came to find me, and I just backed away and told her I didn't want to talk, but she did, and yes I said a bit loudly that I felt hurt over this, then I went and asked the bk employee if I could get my order to go.

And she turned around and left.

But no message.

Nothing.

Did I lose her?

What did I do?

I can't see what I did that was so bad that I wasn't allowed to meet them or him.

Her excuses about them is that I have a lot of tattoos and that I'm giving off a like sarcastic attitude and even tho I'm not like that towards strangers and especially not "adults", she still said no.

And him?

I just dont get it.

I just need to vent, and think, did I do something?

And what was it?

Have this been a plan?

Are she gonna phase me out?

This is basically things I'd talk to her about too, sucks even more.

Idk what to do, I just want to sleep

[whyispotatoheadalreadytaken]

Something I wrote in January before the great rage. I shared snippets of thoughts along the way but this was what I had:

One of the hardest parts about not being a part of your life, as it is right now, is Rory. It is one of the deepest wells of grief that I carry. I never imagined that I'd not be a part of your children's lives. Rory is a part of you, and a part of you I'll never know, and that is so painful. I try to imagine what he is like based on your Spotify and snippets that I see. Suppose you'll allow me to be honest without having your brain go 0 to 60 in never sharing anything about him again. If you'll let and sit with me in this moment, a small part of me resents him because he changed everything. It is not fair to put that blame on a child who had nothing to do with anything, and I know that, but sometimes it feels like he's just another boy who stole you from me. Which, as I'm writing, is putting tears in my eyes. I had an outright mental breakdown when I made that connection. It's a tremendous amount of cognitive dissonance that has nothing to do with him; it's me. Hi. I'm the problem. And everything that I messed up. It gets worse when I cycle through my grief or you disappear. It's almost made me go back to therapy several times. It's all of the unresolved feelings I carry and experience. And he brings you so much joy, which is a joy I could never give you, which is also very painful. Please keep sharing, though, as much as you feel comfortable sharing. He makes me smile when I see a little video of him and his cuteness. There was one, and I can't remember which one, that had me laughing so hard I cried. It was related to you asking him to say different words like dada and then asked him to say mama, and he just made the cutest angry face and went NOOOOOOO. It was awesome. Kids are so funny, but I never know what to do with them. I love babies, though once they start toddling, my skills run out. He's the image of you, which can also be painful.

Thoughts I had about lil baby:

The hardest day was honestly the day you told me. Tried to play that cool, but I was kinda angry about it. Not because of the pregnancy, okay, well…maybe a little. But mostly because it was the first thing I saw when I landed in Hawaii on my anniversary. My brain saw it in the airport and went, “Nope.” I was so mad at your timing, which as consistently been a thing to make me angry in the past. I didn’t know at the time that you had just had your first ultrasound that same day, but I still was like, “Bruh, are you for real right now??? Today is my ANNIVERSARY. I just landed in HAWAII. On VACATION. And this is not the first time I’ve been given hard information or something from you while I’m in Hawaii and supposed to be living it up. So, that wasn’t great. I didn’t want to lose you or make you feel bad so I played it cool even though I was pretty upset.

The thing that upsets me the most about new baby is that it solidifies that I will not be around probably ever and it sucks that I have zero control over that. One was just one. It happened. But now two? And I’m also sitting here wondering if new baby was an accident or if that is what you wanted. And if it was what you wanted then that is okay!!!! You’ve always wanted to be a mom and I understand that. But I was left to process this in a very black and white way. Like, maybe Zoë and I should start planning for kids because I can’t just stop my life. That’s now been made very clear to me. I know Zoë wants a kiddo or two before she dies. Another piece of this that I am so very afraid to talk about or ask about is the John piece of it. And I’ll stop there because I really don’t want to say the wrong thing and make you think I’m being judgmental or shitty or something. I just worry about you and I want you to be okay. I know you’ll make this work cuz that’s what you do. You make things work always. You have always been the one to find a way to make it work. I’m just very afraid for a hypothetical day in which you can’t make it work. Not because you haven’t tried or you give up, but because you just can’t make it work. And by it, I mean everything. All of it. “It” isn’t just one thing. I don’t want that to happen, but it is a real concern that I have. And the worst part about that is that I can’t be there to help you and support you. I just have to be like lalalala I have no idea what’s happening!!!!!! I want you to be happy and to find that. I don’t want you to get to the end of your life and say, “Welp! I made it work!” famous last words. I know it isn’t that simple. Don’t worry, I can hear you. But as far as hearing updates about baby and Rory, it doesn’t upset me. I love getting snippets of them but I understand and respect your hesitancy. It isn’t a requirement and I know this is an area we don’t have that connection. I’m not there. I don’t know what’s going on or how all of this has really been for you. I have snippets, but that’s it. Any boundaries you want around that, I respect, and I don’t push. I get it. I still appreciate how generous you’ve been and the concerns you have had around the tone when communicating about this area. It’s very thoughtful. I wasn’t angry or upset. It’s just an added layer of complex grief, you know? One I’ll never stop feeling. It’s just how it is.

Aside from being crazy busy with school, I put breaks on sharing thoughts about kiddos after I shared that I was really scared about the alcohol piece. I dunno. I was sharing as a like “yo I’m scared about this being a thing, but I won't really know until the end of the semester,” so I could hold myself accountable because I didn’t want to become that thing. But when you share something like that, I can sometimes change how people see you, sometimes even unconsciously. Felt weird to share about baby stuff when I had shared what I had shared about myself. I am doing a lot better with that, though. Mattie’s first night with us was May 1st, and then I had a ciderboys on Sunday, like I said yesterday. I’ve been really intentional with the liquor piece, and I’m okay. I just can never ever let that happen again. I can never ever binge drink like that again. Now that school is done, it feels like something has clicked in my brain, which is terrific. I also feel like a person again, so that’s nice. I have been able to feel real joy since graduating, so I hope that’s a good sign that I won’t fall into that again. I won’t put myself in a position to wrestle with it again because there might not be a next time. Either I enact boundaries or become an alcoholic. The latter isn’t an option. Anyway. So, there were layers to my hesitancy in sharing, and I understand that not communicating about that would cause you anxiety, so I apologize for that. Just wanted to follow through after you shared your post.

[the-firebird69]

Watch "Tommy Boy (1995) Official Trailer #1 - Chris Farley, David Spade Comedy HD" on YouTube

This movie is starting soon and her son smells a little bit of doo doo and it might be from the seat he says but we're not sure and he says you can miss a little piece and it stinks it says you need like a bidet with a camera and so like a car wash and it has to go a certain way if you don't watch everything onto your privates and they started thinking about it and they said it's a good idea and you came up with a name it was Jon bidet and a few other names so they decided on a couple names two different versions and you put soap in there that you can wash off and sanitizes you it can wipe in between people will actually like it and it's an analogy they can use so they're in business. And when people when they tell people they start laughing so loud that they decide not to do it yeah son said it's covered right there and it's motivation cuz they don't know it's a good idea and it really is cuz they use it in Europe all the time I tell you those people don't stink at all like all of Europe. So it's like the Japanese motorcycle kind of ruined you the first time but so he goes I'm going to do it right this time and the motorcycle so he picked up that weight and you start getting crushed. And that's how we roll and it's funny because they're the John that washes the s*** out and it's with a soap that works hands-free almost

This is going on right now at this very moment that suiting up to go into the ACT and I believe it's two nights of this stuff and The sopranos begins Goodfellas begins and The godfather actually has some pre-work going on and a lot of other mob movies start the one the Copperhead road song and the monster movies in the mountains and they're closing Tommy f by squatting they're trying for Intel and they're going after ships by calling other fleets and they're kind of doing the job it's a tough time right now for them and they need special and they need a ton of it so they're doing that and they're guys and Jason is going to get set off by it hasn't started yet but it will start today slowly and we'll speed up I think our son and daughter for their work and will help them further today is some massive amount of work and we did a lot at work it's just way past with anyone thinks and We know It and we are stuck doing it because of that but really it's a labor of love for our friends our family a loved ones and our people and it always will be. And he helped me say that and I do believe it all the time. But we usually don't say it. And many others and we are listening it right now. And we're moving on to another topic the morlock areas are coming to a grinding halt and it is a serious problem it is going to crush them. And they had five this morning and now their areas are pretty much gone the upper Midwest is one of them that is left so really you have to count that in the upper areas and they're five left and they're embroiled and they have about 20 islands and those are embroiled and those are getting overrun my clothes including Australian New Zealand it will be War there soon and they'll be crushed. And it's going to be a horror show paid. They're moving in position to start War of the worlds which starts the series which gets them outlawed from the United States as terrorists and they're fighting up north and they are going in there very rapidly and today they're planning on three attacks there's a gigantic and they still want the special as a supplement in the starting it and they probably will lose all those troops and will need the special for real and they'll start doing it much much harder up north and they'll get some they'll arm several units that are about 10 octillion and they go in at five of those at a time and they do some serious damage to the clones but then the clones without special and the mollock have to whip out more special turns into a very heated War and they suck tons of troops into it from all over the world and it starts today

Thor Freya

That is great work and we hearing it from all over our people are saying it our masses it is a joy and pleasure to watch you guys do it no it's a heartache and it's stressful and they do sign up to help when I see it

Nuada Arrianna

We said part of the above and helped but it was really the the two and they are greatness it's been an extremely long haul and this is the end of it and we hardly believe it but we see it happening now and those diamonds are getting harvested pretty soon they'll have 100% on the rivers and they will drop and all their stuff and houses and buildings will drop in the salvaging what we can and we're doing what our father and mother suggested is to ask people and then they can form teams and have their sign on if they haven't to try and retrieve it for history and also knows that even a small part of history and so in life is important and something to be cherished and held on to so it doesn't repeat and they are grabbing things like that that will help remind them I didn't want the whole house it's kind of huge and it takes a lot of time and that's the nature of our people if it's not going to help us that much we don't want to do it and that pictures and that's good enough the building stinks and you can't go in it and won't be able to go near it we thought about his ideas and he's thinking about too and he doesn't want to have reenactments cuz you're saying negative things and it's not necessary it would like things up and we'd see but we're going to think about it and we are moving a lot of stuff but we are going to think about it but he says is a lot of Massachusetts is a total loss and it's a very historic area and we were there for a long time and we don't care about their buildings only the key buildings and a lot of people say it I was in that house forever and I don't want to go back to it for any reason so we do hear what you're saying but it's part of the past and see what's going on you need to see it now more or less and he's letting go of these buildings does it make people angry and go to and be nutty it doesn't want chaos and stupid thoughts so we're going ahead and getting rid of it. And it's not buried soon we can have a huge network of museums and they will be per area

I was trying the day off right we're going after them and we're going through their stuff Trump's on diminishing the mob movies have started their launching final attacks before they go into a small form and they'll be checking out of Florida forever

Olympus

[vintageskeletons]

keep painting me with more memories

hurry and paint me with only your scent

so it can’t be erased, so no one else but you

can draw in my heart

@rk1k-week day 1 : painting | playing an instrument

[espresseo-cafe]

pepero kiss | johnny | mini coffee

pairing: johnny x reader

genre: corretto with syrup! very sugary ☕️

bean count: 775

a/n: i have a week off which sucks cuz bye money but here’s a delayed valentine’s coffee special for you 🥰 enjoy reading my lovely beans! 📖

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midterms, projects, presentations. that usual cycle of college students have to repeat in the span of four to five years. and all you wanted was to have a well deserved break after everything’s done.

you stretched your legs on johnny’s couch, staying at his apartment was only supposed to be during the afternoon. though that plan had failed because you went rollerskating with your girls prior to coming here. you wanted to leave after having dinner with him but he insisted that you stay the night because your apartment was stations away.

johnny looked at your studious self, typing away on your laptop while you listened to lofi-music. as for him, he already finished his projects and homeworks an hour before you started, so he was pretty free.

he sometimes would tease you for not completing every project after him, and he found it cute that you were so competitive about it. you were competing with the rank one of your major.

also he was kind of frustrated at you, not because you were catching up with your deadline and putting other things first than your studies, but because he wanted your attention for almost two and a half hours.

usually you’d give him glances and sweet smiles if you needed a break. however, tonight was just not that night. johnny sighed out loud on purpose just to make you notice him. he opted the decision to give you any physical contact, ‘cause the last time he did so he got a painful smack on his newly inked tattoo.

you tried so hard not to giggle at your pacing boyfriend, his reaction to not being noticed was funny for you. and even if you did pay him any attention, you wouldn’t be 90% finished as you were now. so you thought to tease him for a while.

when you finally held the cover of your laptop, johnny immediately looked to see if you were done. only to be disappointed once again to see you getting your notes from a folder.

“ah, i’ll just watch some tv while you work.” he dramatically said, reaching for the remote control before realizing it was pepero day. so he went to the pantry and grabbed a box of it.

he knew it was your weakness since you started dating and he knew how much you can’t resist it. the familiar sound of plastic rustling made you look at johnny for the first time in two hours, and snickered at you as he took a bite of a pepero stick and winked at you.

you didn’t know whether to laugh to be disgusted but you just awkwardly looked away. not wanting to show johnny that you wanted one. you closed your laptop and walked towards him, attempting to get the box from him.

ha, it worked.

johnny smirked, “babe, you have to finish your project then you can get a reward.”

you pulled a puffed face at him and johnny swore he wanted to drop everything to hug and kiss you. “i’m already done, so i can have my reward.” you said as you took the box of pepero from him, putting one stick in your mouth.

johnny squinted his eyes and pulled your hairtie off towards the ends of your hair. you gasped as you halted in your steps and held his hands, johnny used this opportunity to pull you gently towards him and turned you around.

you stared at him as he wrapped his arm around your waist, the pepero stick still in between your lips. he smiled at you with his light brown eyes. and he leaned closer to you that you assumed he wanted to try the pepero kiss. so you automatically closed your eyes.

he took the biscuit away that as you opened your eyes, he shook his head and waved the chocolate stick at you. “that’s not the reward i’m talking about.”

“hm?”

johnny grasped your body tighter and locked his lips with yours. you almost forgot how soft they were that you wanted to stay like this a little bit longer, which you did, for two minutes.

you licked your lips and coughed shyly, blinking at the ground not noticing he placed the biscuit in his mouth. you took the box from his other hand, wanting to have a snack after finishing your work.

“ah..” you whined as you turned to look at him, “that was the last one?!”

johnny looked at you mischievously, fiddling the biscuit in his teeth. “mhm.”

“babe i want one.” you chuckled, earning a hum from him.

“sure.. but you have to do the pepero kiss with me first.”