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Glitchy [ Vox x F!Reader ]
A/N: I needed more Vox x reader content. Might be a little bit off character but anways. Let me feed yall the way I was
You worked yourself up to finally be working with the Vees. Your rise in the ranks didn't go unnoticed. If you were called to fix the other employees' messes, a shiver would go down the spine of the unfortunate one that has to deal with you.
Velvette adored your cutthroat personality. You to quickly became best friends. She made sure you were wearing the latest trends and looked utmost presentable and in return you made sure her models didn't stay out of line.
Valentino tried to get you to be one of his top showgirls, something about making you as rich and powerful as him, to which you impolitely said no. He didn't take it to heart too much and you two were a force to be messed with. You didn't mind getting your hands dirty keeping his stars in control out on the streets.
Vox was a different case. He seemed to keep his distance from you. Every time you asked him if he needed help, because he looks like he needed it, he would say no and quickly zap away into whichever electricity box was closest.
"Vel, does he hate me or something?" You whine at your overlord bestie, "Oh if only you knew, Y/N." She laughs as she continues to scroll through her phone. "You know, for a best friend that says they won't keep secrets, you sure are keeping this thing a secret." You huff, "I just want to know why, at every given opportunity, he seems to just look away or dash into wherever he goes."
Valentino slides into the conversation, puffing his smoke above your sulking head, "Oh, honey, trust us. He adores you. Worships you even." He grins, "He literally can't keep you off of his screens, babe."
Velvette rolls her eyes, "He literally won't stop talking about you every time you're not in the room." She rests her head on her chin, "Have you seen the way his face looks when you walk into the room in my top outfits? He gets such a har-"
Before they could continue, the lights flickered in the room and Vox zaps in front of the two Vees that are currently exposing his secrets. "Excuse me, what the fuck are you two talking about?" His screen glitched a bit. "Oh nothing. Just telling her how you really feel."
"It's not your How about you answer her question then fuckface?" Velvette grinned in his face before walking towards the door, "Have fun sweetheart."
It was not just the two of you in the room. Awkward silence filled the room. "So," You start off to break the silence but Vox cuts you off, "What did they tell you?"
"Well, they just said some crazy things like how you're obsessed with me and stuff but I honestly don't believe it considering this is the most we've ever spoke to each other since I started climbing the ranks." You scoff, "Hell! I'm basically a part of the Vees now and you still ignore me. Do you...hate me or something? Did I offend you in a way? I just want to know why you're so put off by me."
Vox's smile drops and he turns, "No. I don't hate you." He sighs, "I just. Ever since you became a part of the company, you climbed so fast and it caught my attention. Your bloodlust, your passion, the way you aren't afraid to get your hands dirty for the sake of the company...It was..." He stumbles over his words, "It was fucking hot!"
Awkward silence again. You stare at him and blinked a couple of times, "Excuse me?" You ask, voice full of disbelief. Vox clears his throat before continuing, fixing his suit as he takes a couple steps towards you. "When you and Velvette became closer, I was ecstatic. I thought finally the chance I get to talk to you but FUCK she dressed you so hot. That little bit did that on purpose." He glitched again.
You get up and got closer to him. You look up at the flustered overlord, "So, do you like me then? Or am I just an entertaining toy for you like Valentino's toys?"
"No I like you! Fuck you make me short-circuit every time I see you in action. Val wasn't lying when he said I couldn't keep you off my screens. You keep me on my toes, babe." He took your hands in his, "I will kill any motherfucker that lays a single finger on your hair. I want to run this company with you by my side. So are you up for it?"
"Maybe." You pull away, "Prove yourself to me, hotshot. Maybe I'll forgive you for zapping away everytime I talk to you." You smile as you walk towards the door, "I'll talk to you later, babe." You blow him a kiss before leaving.
Vox stood there in disbelief, unsure if that was a win or a lose. There's one thing he knows for sure: he will never ignore you again.
And that he needs to take care of a little problem he has down there.
#vox x reader#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#vox hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel velvette#valentino x reader#hazbin hotel vees
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Tú eres mi ángel. [Pt 1]
Prowler! Miles Morales x Spider! Fem! Reader
A/n – Unedited, I'll fix it when I finish part 2 (before I forget what to do next����) And this fic is in 3rd person so there's no y/n
Contains – Slight Cursing, Possible spoilers?? That's all
Miles || Reader
Masterlist (coming soon!) · Pt 1 · Pt 2 · Pt 3 · ???
Enjoy Pookies ! XOXO
Summary – Miles gets a visit from someone he thought he'd never see again. But it's not really her.
Her heart drops when Miles starts sprinting towards her. Sticking on the wall for a few seconds she finally gets off and swinging away to safety. But Miles was fast, he jumped through the glass of Aaron's apartment, dashing and jumping from block to block as if he were on the moon, getting closer to her by the second. The spider panicked and tried her best to swing as fast as she could, Miles caught on to her and pulled her leg while airborne, she quickly fell as he pulled her down. He slammed her down the floor and cracks could even be seen on the concrete, she hit her back first which made her lungs ache in pain and she couldn't breathe from the pain. His hand grabbed her suit, while his clawed gauntlet closes it's hand in a fist, aimed at the spider.
Miles was in with his uncle Aaron in his apartment, doing some new moves for training. When they heard a knock from the large window of Aaron's apartment, it was a lady, wearing some sort of mask. She was upside down and waved at them when they looked at her. They got themselves ready to attack, Miles activated his mask, with his claws at the ready, Uncle Aaron with a bat. But she shakes her hands around, signaling she wasn't a threat to them. Aaron and Miles look at each other then Aaron gestures his head at her, signaling Miles to attack the mysterious Spider-person.
"Talk." His deep, almost robotic voice spoke, demanding that the spider talk. She finally inhales despite the pain in her lungs, "It's not what it looks like, Miles. I'm not here to hurt you." He stops for a second, not letting his guard down but only brings his fist higher, "How do you know my name?" She didn't want to tell him, "That's not important right now! I need your help! You're the only person here who could help me!" He growls in irritation "Why should I help you?"
She's scared to tell him any further, She pulls her leg up and kicks him on the chest to escape from his grasp and lands in a spiderman landing pose, she immediately stands up to avoid any further attacks from him "Please just hear me out Miles! Stop attacking me for a sec!" He doesn't listen and swings a punch at her but she immediately dodges as soon as her Spider senses started tingling. "I won't listen until I know who I'm talking to! Now tell me how you know my damn name?!" He swings another punch at her but she dodges again. "Because I have to keep my identity a secret!" "And why is that??" He swings a lot faster which catches her off guard and he lands a punch on her nose, Which was from his hand that didn't have a gauntlet.
She falls down again, but this time he steps on her wrists which had the watch on it, he crushes it without knowing what it was. Her head snaps towards the sound of the gizmo shattering. Her eyes widened and she looked back up at Miles. "MILES! WHAT THE FUCK?! YOU BROKE MY WATCH!" She shrieked in panic, webbing herself from under him and pulling herself away from him, she took a glance at the broken watch but it started sparking and a glitch of a hologram came out and the Jess' glitchy voice too but it died out as soon as it appeared. She started to panic way more, tapping on the screen numerous times but she started to glitch, she groans in pain and falls on all fours. She takes a few breaths before slowly getting back up, she looked at Miles who was still there. Looking at her.
She looked down "That was my only way home, and the thing that's keeping me alive you fucking pendejo." She grit her teeth. He was offended at the sudden Spanglish insult, "You might have been tracking me. So I had to." He spat back. "It was to track what monster or villain came to your earth! They're dangerous! And Miguel was the only one who could contain it!" She placed her hands on her head in panic, she started pacing around. "Who's Miguel?" Miles asked. She groans in annoyance, "A nice man willing to save the multiverse from utter destruction! And if I don't report back to him using this!" She shows her broken watch "He'll have to escort me back to my own universe or worse! he'll kill me!" She explains in a panic.
Miles looks at her dumbfounded "So you're saying, the Multiverse, actually exists?" He asks and she sighs and nods, calming down. His expression softens under his mask, he has so much questions but he still doesn't trust her. "They'll come for me for a few minutes since they can't reach me through the watch, I'm guessing you have questions?" She says. He looks at her, "Why are these villains dangerous? And why did you start glitching as if you were from a game or something?" He asked. Her eyes close and she inhales before saying "Because they're from another universe, from another Earth, they could disrupt your timeline and completely destroy your universe."
She sighs and continued, "And the glitching is because I'm not from here, without that watch I start to disappear from this earth, slowly but surely." She answers his questions, slumped against a wall. Miles felt a bit bad, he looks down but he doesn't apologize. He wanted to ask something so important, but he ignores it, "How do you know my name?" He asks once again, she looked at him. "Well since you know now, it's because I have a Miles on my Earth." She says, "But. We're not on good terms if you could say." She added, Miles furrowed his eyebrows from under the mask, he looks away but asks "Why?"
"Because we broke up."
PART 1 END.
A/n – OK that wasn't really a good way to end that but I tried 😭 I haven't finished any fics in a while plus I just started posting on Tumblr so if y'all have any notes I'd gladly take them 🫶 and I could up an asks thing (help I'm new to this lmao) But I hope you guys enjoyed! Stay tuned for future parts!
#earth 42 miles morales x reader#across the spiderverse#earth 42#miles g#i wanna crawl into a hole#currently sobbing
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I just read Playboy and... Oh boy. Damn. Bashful Joel is *the best.* Also, I'm so curious if they woke up Ellie lmao that would be horribly, deliciously awkward
𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡
pairing: Joel Miller x Reader
word count: 819
warnings: awkward. Very subtle references to smut. Not proof read.
note: I loved this ask so much that I had to write it just for funsies. I think I try really hard (too hard) sometimes to be a serious writer when sometimes I’m in need of a little bit of fun! See the fic that inspired this ask here. PLEASE NOTE: at the end of this there are two dashes ( - - ) there is a glitch removing the last paragraph of my fic so this is the only way I can curb it!
Fuchsia blurs across Ellie’s cheekbones, encroaching on the skin of her throat and exposing her obvious discomfort in the silvery reflection of the wing mirror. You chew on the inside of your cheek raw as you watch her for hours, her eyes staring into the obscure image of the passing evergreen outside the window as though she was experiencing shell shock.
“You’re uncharacteristically quiet, Kid,” Joel speaks up through the silence, his eyes drifting up to the wing mirror glass and assessing the image of Ellie’s reflected mortification. Outwardly cringing, she glances forward at Joel and shrugs awkwardly.
“Yeah, well, you were ‘uncharacteristically’ loud last night,” she mumbles under her breath, and you swear you feel your insides curdle. Joel’s eyebrow arches slightly in question, but you know exactly what she’s touching on, swallowing back your urge to explain and apologise.
“Gotta speak up, Kiddo. Can’t hear you on that side,” Joel reminds Ellie of his deaf ear, and you find yourself closing your eyes in mortification at his insistence to find out what was bugging the poor, tortured girl.
Ellie clears her throat with a shake of her head, sprawling out across the back seat in a dramatic flop.
“It’s not important.”
Joel, frustrated now, aims his scrutiny at you. His bronze eyes study your discomfort; his eyebrows pinched together when you form your lips around the words ‘she knows.’
The result is almost instantaneous—Joel’s grip on the leather steering wheel creaks, his knuckles white. You can practically see his stomach drop, and he lets out an awkward chuckle that lacks humour. Resting your elbow against the curve of the door, you hide your eyes behind your fingers.
“… Ellie,” Joel speaks tentatively, and you swear you can feel the almost nauseous discomfort radiating off the teenage girl in waves, “… Uh… When-“
“‘A man and a woman love each other very much’? Are you fuckin’ serious, Joel? Are you about to give me the birds and bees talk?!” Ellie scoffs, shaking her head, “You really are shoddy at this.”
“I didn’t-… I ain’t had to talk about this before,” Joel grumbles, teeth gritting as he rubs at the back of his neck to wipe the nervous sweat away.
“You don’t have to. You were both so noisy I got a pretty clear picture!” She pointed out viciously, and you swear you wished a Bloater would just run at the truck and flip it over, knocking you out and putting you out of your misery. You’re cringing so hard you swear you’ve tied your intestines in a knot.
“Shit-… ‘M sorry, Ellie. You shouldn’ta heard that…” Joel mumbles, and it’s like he’s getting his knuckles rapped with a ruler by his maths teacher. You’d never heard the gruff, unapologetic man sound so meek.
There’s a long stretch of silence, and it almost tempts you to peek through your digits and see what is happening. So quiet and tense is the atmosphere that the running engine of the ageing vehicle sounds like a mountain avalanche, rumbling within the contents of the van’s metal shell. You suppose a huge rock hitting you head on would be more optimal than this utterly humiliating conversation.
Joel damn near stalls the truck when Ellie speaks up, catching you both off guard with what she chooses to say next.
“… So… *Is* he smaller than the average American dick length?”
“Ellie!” You and Joel yell out in shock, and Ellie almost falls off the seat in her intense laughter, clutching at her stomach at the evident shame that decorates Joel’s expression.
“I’m just fuckin’ with ya! I don’t wanna know that shit!” She giggles, wiping tears from her waterline with her knuckles.
“Oh, fuck you,” you scoff, shaking your head and leaning it back against the headrest.
“No thanks, that’s what Joel is for.”
“Ellie, I swear I am gonna kick you out of this truck and make you walk to Wyoming,” you insist, pointing towards the door handle beside you with zeal.
“Got it, got it,” she chuckles, sitting up again, “But don’t think I’m lettin’ you off that easy. I hear anything nasty? I’m screaming so a runner comes and kills us all. It’s less painful than listening to what I heard last ni-…”
When you dare to look, poor Joel is staring vacantly ahead of him as he drives, looking as though he’s really wondering just why the *fuck* he decided to take this job from Marlene and whether or not Ellie would be able to find her own way to Wyoming if he dropped her off on the roadside and abandoned her. Surely scrappy little Ellie could deliver herself with a map and a single cereal bar for protection?
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#answering asks#joel x reader#joel miller#joel miller x you#joel miller fic#joel miller the last of us#joel miller x y/n#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller x reader#ellie the last of us#ellie tlou#ellie williams#tlou hbo#tlou#ask imagines
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𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐓 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 (𝐄.𝐌.)
summary: after everything you did last week, eddie was convinced that you learned your lesson. but, you still refuse to say any bad words. he thinks you're in need of a refresher. [5.8k words]
warnings: smut [18+ minors dni or i will take ur phone],oral (f receiving), hand job, dirty talk, teasing, penetrative sex, cum eating, dom!reader if you squint really hard
pairing: eddie munson x female!best friend!reader
a/n: oh. my gosh. after almost 30 days of not posting because tumblr sh*dowbanned me, I have returned with a second part to say it! i'm super excited to be back and thank you for all the love and support on the first part! also!! read more glitches out my fics! i’ll try and fix what i see but if i miss something, i apologize in advance!
“Stop!” Dustin yelled abruptly, ceasing the frantic bickering.
“Eddie,” He ran a stressful finger through his curls then looked at the Dungeon Master sitting on his throne, “Can we please have a break?”
“We’re getting absolutely demolished here,” Gareth added, causing the rest of the Hellfire members to nod in agreement.
“Fine,” Eddie caved.
“Your asses better be back in these seats in 15 minutes because Rogue Leonardo waits for nobody.” He leaned forward with emphasis.
With that, the younger members of Hellfire fled the drama room. You could see streaks of lightning following Erica, Lucas, Mike, and Dustin as they dashed straight for the vending machines.
Things were absolutely chaotic.
Erica and Lucas had tried biting each other’s heads off at least 3 times. Jeff had shaved the eraser on his pencil down to the wood because he was so stressed out.
You could’ve sworn locks of Gareth’s hair littered the floor because he’d been pulling at it for hours.
It was safe to say that this is a really tough campaign.
“Eddie, what the hell were you thinking? Half of our Mages will be dead by the time we’re finished today!” Jeff chastised, staring with wide eyes.
“Are you questioning my creative decisions as Dungeon Master?” Eddie asked, clearly challenging his friend.
Oh, he’s definitely in a mood. You thought, observing the impending situation.
It was like watching a car wreck, listening to Jeff try (and fail) at recovering.
He choked out a response, “N-No! It’s just-”
The kids came bustling into the room, distracting everyone from the brewing argument, "Hey." Lucas greeted, before opening a packet of Kit Kats.
Each person held a different snack from the various vending machines scattered throughout the school. Someone must have swiped the keys to open the machines because there is no way in hell they returned so fast with that many treats.
Lucas held chocolate, Erica and Mike had chips, and Dustin cradled various drinks.
You perked up at the sight of M&M's in Lucas' left hand, “Lucas, can I have the M&M’s?” You asked politely from your seat next to Eddie.
“Sure,” He replied from halfway across the room.
It’s safe to assume that your hand-eye coordination was not up to par. Any sport or physical activity elicited flashbacks to gym class.
During freshman year, you and Eddie spent most of the period running away from the athletic students trying to get both of you to participate.
So, when Lucas hurdled the packet of M&M’s straight towards your face, you weren’t prepared.
The king-sized bag of chocolate came speeding toward you at 300 miles per hour.
Looking up from your notebook that had all of the strategies of this semester’s campaign, you felt the impact on your left eye.
“Motherlover! Lucas?” You start, bringing a hand to your face, “Why on earth would you throw it!?”
“I didn't think you were going to get up!” He exclaimed, “I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”
Everyone else in the room found the interaction to be quite funny.
To you, it happened in slow motion. But to them, they saw everything unfold and it was hilarious.
You glanced around with the only eye in use, frustrated that they found humor in your demise.
Then again, it’s not like you hadn’t laughed when Dustin fell face-first off his chair rejoicing one of Erica’s crit hits.
Your eyes– Well, eye landed on Eddie and your frustration morphed into confusion.
You expected him to be the main one cackling, but he wasn't. In fact, not an inch of humor clouded his face. Eddie looked slightly pissed.
This was the same look that always kidnapped his typically upbeat and smiling face whenever one of the members of Hellfire (usually Erica) outsmarted one of his traps.
It consisted of dead eyes, inclined eyebrows, and the slight upturn of his lip.
Realization hit you like a semi-truck on the freeway.
You said the one word Eddie tried so hard to permanently remove from your vocabulary. Motherlover.
Nervousness overtook your body and you needed to leave the room to catch your breath, if only for a few seconds. Being under Eddie’s intense stare always seemed to stir something in you.
“Eddie,” You gulped, “How many more minutes of intermission do we have left?” It was a risky move talking to him.
“10 minutes until we reconvene.” He replied, casually.
Too casually.
Still clutching your left eye, you rose from your seat before heading towards the door.
“Y/N, come on. We could be discussing strategies right now. Is this really necessary?” Mike said, dropping the bag of Doritos from his hand.
“Maybe if Lucas wasn’t such an NBA star, my eye wouldn’t be pulsing out of its socket!” You countered.
You peered at Lucas and saw him being swallowed by his seat, refusing to make eye contact with anyone else in the room. He clearly felt bad.
You made a mental note to assure him that you were fine.
But that was later. Right now, the only task at hand was fleeing this all-of-a-sudden claustrophobic room.
After clearing the doorway, you wasted no time finding the nearest bathroom outside of the corridor.
Glancing in the mirror, you examined your left eye. Other than a bit of throbbing and a run-of-the-mill case of embarrassment, everything seemed to be fine.
If you disregarded the fact that your heart was nearly about to beat out of your chest.
Despite everything that happened with you and Eddie a week ago, things went right back to normal. Neither of you had mentioned the sinful activities that took place in his trailer.
From the look on his face back in the drama room, you could tell he was thinking about it. Thinking about-
A voice pierced through the silence, tearing you from your thoughts, "You okay over there, Princess?"
Eddie Munson was standing in the threshold of the women's bathroom. He had shed his signature leather + denim jacket combo and was leaning against the door, looking as calm as ever.
"Christ," You clutched your chest, visibly startled by his abrupt appearance, "Eddie, you can't be in here."
"One," Eddie held up his pointer finger that brandished his infamous skull ring, "It's a Friday night. Pretty sure no one else is here."
You couldn't tear your eyes away from his fingers, instantly recalling how they were plunged inside of you only a week ago.
Why must he talk with his hands?
"Two," He continued, "When have you ever known me to follow the rules?" Eddie took a few steps forward, officially entering the bathroom.
"And three: I'm just checking on my best friend." He finished, sounding so innocent (if that was even possible).
"I just needed a second." You explained, shrugging.
Eddie didn't respond. Instead, he came up to you and ran his eyes up and down your face, checking for any signs of bruising.
"If the basketball team was as good on the court as Lucas is with M&M's, they'd win more games.” Eddie joked.
You chuckled in response, "Most definitely."
A comfortable silence clouded the seconds that passed since the last time either of you spoke.
"We should get back."
You began to move around Eddie but in one swift motion, he grabbed you by the belt loop of your jeans and pulled you into him. His hands rested gently on your hips.
"Now that we're here," Eddie slipped something into your hand, "I guess I can return these."
Gazing down at your palm, staring back at you were the panties that Eddie had so kindly pocketed (stolen).
You snapped your fingers shut around them.
"Seriously, Sweetheart?"
A smirk adorned his face, "Again with the motherlover?"
Eddie's voice dropped an octave when he whispered, "Did you not learn your lesson?"
Cool. Calm. Collected. I can stay cool, calm, and collected. You repeated it like a mantra, forcing yourself to believe it.
"No. It's just... the word has been in my vocabulary ever since Freshman year. It's gonna take a little bit for it to filter out."
Miraculously, you didn't stutter or falter once.
Regardless, Eddie was able to see right through the act and tutted, "Y/N.... always so stubborn. I’ve cracked you before, I can do it again."
Feeling his breath ghost your neck had every bone & nerve inside of your body screaming to let him take you right here in this bathroom that probably hasn’t been cleaned in who knows how long.
Before either of you could act on those impulses, a voice cut through the tension, "Eddie?! Is Y/N okay?"
Lucas.
Curse that boy for being such a gentleman. His timing couldn't have been worse.
"Just peachy," Eddie responded to the freshman, a grin on his face as he deciphered the look in your eyes that was clearly longing for him.
"C'mon," He began to back away, "Our fifteen minutes are almost up."
And with that, he walked out of the grimy bathroom. You watched as his hair bounced with each step he took.
If it was hell to pretend like you didn't have any sort of feelings for him before... Imagine what it was going to be like this time.
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"Okay!" You restacked the notecards on your desk, "I think we're finally ready to ace O'Donnell's test tomorrow. What do you think?"
Eddie was currently sprawled out on your bed alongside countless textbooks, notecards, and loose pieces of paper.
He rubbed his temple, "I think not even the promise of a new miniature could get me to think straight right now."
Eddie was tired and groggy.
He arrived at your house early this Sunday morning anticipating a pretty chill study session. Instead, he was hit with the "Intense Y/L/N Study Regimen" and was forced to memorize countless words and phrases. He had arrived when the sun was just barely peeking through the clouds and now, it was pitch black outside.
Everything seemed fine and dandy between the two of you. It'd been 2 days since the interaction in the women's bathroom during Hellfire. 2 days was more than enough time to allow things to settle. Right?
You sighed, "My hands are numb."
Even though studying until the color drained from Eddie's face was your idea, it still took a toll on you. Towards the end of the session, you began stuttering over your words as you read off terms for a comatose Eddie to memorize.
After standing up and stretching, you headed towards your bedroom door, "I think I'm going to get some water. Do you want-"
"I can't stop thinking about you, Y/N."
His words stopped you dead in your tracks.
One thing you learned about Eddie over the years is how he acted when he was tired. Depending on the day, he could be extremely clingy: always having a hand on your arm or around your shoulder. Sometimes, he'd rub his eyes furiously and you'd be forced to pry his palms away from his face.
But no matter what, the ability to control what left his mouth was nowhere in sight. He said any and every thought that came to mind when he was tired.
And today? Eddie was exhausted.
You wanted to tell him to stop before he admitted something he'd regret but, you just couldn't get yourself to say the words.
"I mean, I can't stop thinking about what we did." He propped himself into a seated position.
We can be mature. We can talk about this. You thought. After all, what's the point of being so-called "best friends" if you can't communicate?
"Eddie-" You started but he began to speak over you. He was making a habit out of interrupting you mid-sentence and it was starting to get annoying.
"I'm still not convinced that you've learned your lesson."
The last time he said that his breath was tickling your neck, and his voice was barely above a whisper.
You forced yourself to roll your eyes, and faked a tone of betrayal, "Of course, I learned my lesson!"
Eddie shook his head feverishly, his hair flying every which way, "See, that's where you're wrong."
He rose from your bed and began striding over towards where you stood. You could hear the siren labeled, 'Eddie Is About To Do Something' go off inside your head.
It was the way he carried himself that gave it away. The barely visible smirk on his face, the way he spoke, the words he chose... everything.
He continued, "I know you think I hardly listen to you, Y/N but, I heard you on Friday."
His fingers danced up the side of your arm, "Your signature catchphrase made an appearance.”
"Were my fingers not enough?"
There he goes again, saying things that made a wet spot form in your underwear. Everything about Eddie had your knees weak and nerves screaming.
You sucked in a breath, trying very hard not to let your confident stance fumble, "I just... need more time for things to stick."
As of recently, he just loved to see you flustered. Stumbling over your words, avoiding eye contact— that sort of thing. Eddie found his opening.
"So what I'm hearing is, you need a little refresher?"
Ding. Ding. Ding. He hit the jackpot. He saw the way the muscles in your jaw contracted, telling him everything he needed to know. You were turned on.
"C'mon, you're not thinking straight, Eds. Let me grab you some cold water from the fridge and you'll start to wake up a bit, 'kay?" You countered.
"I think getting to taste your pussy would wake me right up. What do you think?"
His brown eyes stared deep into yours. Their doe-like appearance made him look so innocent. If only people knew what sinful thoughts churned behind them half of the time.
Immediately, your attempt at being unphased crumbled, "Are you serious?"
"As a heart attack." He deadpanned.
Eddie then closed the gap between the two of you and planted a soft kiss on your lips. You melted into it, signaling that you had stopped fighting what was bound to happen.
"O-okay." You conceded, "But my parents will be home soon."
Eddie shrugged, "That's okay, Princess. All I need is a few minutes."
This time, Eddie kissed your neck and began slowly backing you up against your bedroom door as he found a spot to focus on behind your ear.
Instinctively, your hands found Eddie's strong back. You pulled on the fabric of his Iron Maiden t-shirt as you craned your neck to the side.
Eddie gave a few more quick pecks before sliding down onto his knees.
God. I’m about to pass out. You wanted to scream. Instead, a breathy moan escaped your lips, "Eddie,"
He spoke, gazing up at you, "I'm gonna take such good care of you, darling."
Eddie unzipped your jeans while you braced yourself against the door of your bedroom. You clutched the handle for extra support.
Once your jeans were fully unbuttoned, Eddie began to slowly rub your clit through your underwear.
It was slightly embarrassing at how wet you are considering he's barely even touched you.
He continued to draw slow and steady circles on your clit before speaking, "You like that, Princess?"
"Mhm," You nodded frantically.
You were so swept up in the euphoria that you almost didn't hear the familiar sound of your garage door open. If there was ever a time to swear, right now offered the perfect opportunity.
All the air was sucked out of the room in an instant. Your eyes snapped shut with annoyance as Eddie stopped teasing your clit and gazed up at you.
He saw you fighting the urge to pound your head against your door in frustration.
You really didn't want this to end.
“They’re home.” Deliberating silently for a moment, you continued, "We can be quiet."
Eddie's hand began to move inside of your jeans. You smiled solemnly, happy that he obliged you.
It wasn't until you felt your zipper being tugged upward that you opened your eyes. Eddie had risen from his knees and was standing in front of you, fixing your pants.
"I think you've got it backward, Sweetheart," He started, "I want you screaming."
"Can't do that when your parents are home, now can we?"
You watched, mouth agape as Eddie slowly retrieved the hefty rings that were shoved inside of his pocket and put them back on.
"Excuse me," He gestured to the door, "I should go say hi."
Regardless of how separated your mind was from your body, you still moved a few steps to the left to allow Eddie to leave the room.
He flashed you an arrogant smile before rounding a corner to head down the stairs. You heard his heavy boots come in contact with each step before reaching the bottom of the staircase.
"Oh, Eddie! I’m glad we caught you before you left." You could make out every word your mother said, even from all the way upstairs.
"Y/N!" Your father called, "Come down here and help us with these groceries, please!" His booming voice tore you from your trance.
As much as you wanted to be furious with Eddie, he was right. Sounds had the tendency to carry inside of your house. And if he was planning on doing half of the things he did last week, there's no way you would've been able to keep quiet.
That would've been baaaaaaad.
Trotting down the stairs, you entered the kitchen to see Eddie carrying the heaviest grocery bag. His face was scrunched in hopes of not letting it show that he was struggling, wanting to impress your Dad.
You smiled at the sight.
"Here," You approached him and gripped the handle. Your hand grazed Eddie's knuckles slightly, feeling the frigidness of his rings.
The both of you heaved the 40-pound bag onto the countertop.
"Now Eddie," Your father opened the fridge and placed a milk carton inside, "I'd hate to put you to work after Y/N kicked your ass up there."
Your Mom chimed in, "How was studying?"
Oh yeah, it was great! Just Eddie almost fingering me while I was pressed up against my door. Ya know, same old same old! You joked inside of your head.
Your Mom stared at you with a furrowed brow, awaiting an audible response.
Eddie spoke instead, "It was good but, my brain is temporarily out of order." He chuckled.
He peered over his shoulder to look at you, shielding his dubious smirk from prying eyes, "Don't worry. I'll get her back soon enough."
Your eyes widened to the size of basketballs. There is no way he just- In front of my parents?
It would’ve been so easy to take the bag you just placed on the counter and hurl it at his head. You doubt that he'd be that injured from the impact.
Attempted murder was life in prison possibility of parole? You could live with those odds.
Instead of taking the homicidal route, you opted for a tight lip smile, "Oh, I'm sure you will."
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A piece of paper was stuffed into your locker this morning behind your various textbooks. It was a miracle that you even spotted it. It read, My trailer. Tonight at 8.
If the word "trailer" wasn't a dead giveaway as to who wrote it, the penmanship was.
It was pretentious. You knew it, Eddie knew it too. Yet, here you were, perched on his doorstep at exactly 8:00 PM. You forced yourself to enter Eddie's trailer. Twisting the handle and pushing forward, you found that it'd been unlocked for you.
You wandered in slowly. This was the first time you'd been back here since everything happened last week.
It felt the same exact way it had for the past few years you'd been frequenting it. A smile tugged on your lips as a warm feeling of comfort entered your stomach, calming down your nerves.
The door to Eddie's room was wide open. From where you stood on the opposite side of the hallway, you could see him sitting up in his bed, guitar in hand. The amplifier was nowhere in sight, which left you to assume that he'd just been lightly strumming until you arrived.
Your feet shuffled on the carpet as you approached his room. You were standing clear as day in the doorway, but Eddie’s eyes were still fixated on his guitar. He either hadn’t noticed you yet or refused to acknowledge your presence.
Your knuckles knocked on his door, “Hey.”
Finally, his eyes teared away from his instrument and landed on you. Without a word, he hung his guitar back on the wall where it normally resides and started towards you.
Eddie stopped just inches away from your face. Then, he reached into his pocket, pulled out his guitar pick, and placed it on the desk to your left.
“Just needed to put this back.” He shrugged, oh-so-casually before he turned around and plopped down on his bed.
It’s kind of funny. How everything that’s been happening over these past few weeks came to a head in just one moment. What Eddie just did was nothing compared to the other day at your house.
But you were tired, and because Eddie had been teasing you for days… you were beyond horny.
“Gosh,” You sighed, then began pacing the room.
Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed with concern, but his interest was piqued, “What are you doing?"
"Thinking."
"Well," He stood and began to guide you towards his bed, "Sit down. You’re freaking me out."
You swatted his hand away, "No!"
"Ouch." He retracted, rubbing his knuckle, "We're supposed to save the violence for Dungeons and Dragons, Y/N." Eddie chastised.
“You…” A beat passed before you added, “Asshole.”
The look that overtook Eddie’s face was pure shock. You would’ve been able to enjoy it if you weren’t so riled up, “You are the biggest shithead I’ve ever met, do you know that?”
“My, my,” He shook his head disapprovingly, “Y/N Y/L/N saying a bad word unprovoked?”
If you weren’t fuming before, you were definitely fuming now, “U-Unprovoked? Are you kidding me? You think that all this is happening right now because I was unprovoked?”
“First, you rile me up in the bathroom at school! Then, you are seconds away from giving me what I want at my house, and you stop just because my parents came home? I thought the prospect of breaking rules excited you, Eddie!”
“And now, you pull this shit here at your trailer and flop on your bed… the same bed that you humped like a dog while your head was between my thighs?”
After letting all of that out, a sense of calm entered your body. You took a deep breath before continuing, “Eddie… I have been turned on for days. I can hardly sit still during Hellfire anymore. It’s torture.”
Eddie spoke, “I didn’t know I had you this riled up, Princess. You could have told me.”
He beckoned you over to him with a wave of his hand, and you approached him, entranced. You felt as his fingers danced along the waistband of your jeans, “I’ll give you what you want, Y/N. Just use your words.”
Finally.
“I want you inside of me, Eddie.” You whispered.
“Hmm,” He smirked, before unzipping your pants. In one fluid motion, Eddie flipped you over so that you were now laying underneath him. It almost knocked the wind out of you.
As you breathed deeply, trying to catch your breath, Eddie began stripping you of your pants.
Smirking, you tried to make it harder for him by squeezing your things together but he pried them open with little to no effort, “Gonna have to try harder than that, Sweetheart.”
Your pants were on the floor, and your underwear was next. You could see the way Eddie stared at them, probably contemplating if he was going to steal this pair too.
The prospect of getting to touch you outweighed his kleptomaniac tendencies and he threw your panties on the ground right next to your jeans.
Eddie took in the sight of you, “I can’t believe we’re here again, Princess.” He said before slowly licking a stripe up your dripping cunt.
A breathy moan escaped your lips, “Eddie, please.”
“Is this not what you wanted, Sweetheart?” His pointer finger began swirling at your clit gingerly, adding just enough pressure to get you excited, but not nearly enough as you wanted.
“You’re so beautiful like this, you know?” Eddie plunged his pointer finger inside of you, very slowly. He waited a few seconds before curling it at just the right angle, “Dripping on my sheets like the good girl you are.”
“Please, Eddie,” You begged, “I need more.”
“Awe, Sweetheart,” Your pussy felt empty as he retracted his finger. A lewd sound escaped your lips at the loss of contact, “Is one finger not enough?”
You gasped at the feeling of 2 of Eddie’s long, calloused fingers going inside of you, “Is that better?”
“Y-Yeah,” You exhaled.
His fingers fucked your aching pussy, pumping in and out of you with speed. His thumb applied pressure to your clit, scratching that itch that’s been pooling between your thighs for days.
Your back arched as his fingers curled inside of you. You bit your lip harshly to stop a whimper from escaping but, it was too late. Eddie heard it.
“Awe,” He teased, “You gonna come on my fingers for the second time this month? It’s alright, Y/N/N. You can do it.”
Eddie’s praise was it for you. Everything unraveled and the coil that pooled in your stomach snapped. You came undone on Eddie’s bed… again.
You felt his hair tickle the insides of your thighs as he lapped at your exposed pussy, cleaning up the mess you made. He avoided touching your clit with his tongue, not wanting you to orgasm again just yet.
Out of curiosity, you brought your fingers to Eddie’s hair and pulled. You waited a few seconds, hoping to feel the bed shake…. It didn’t. So, it’s a one-time thing. Got it.
His head emerged from between your thighs, a sly look atop Eddie’s face. You surveyed the situation: you were half naked on Eddie’s bed while he sat there, fully clothed and more than pleased with himself.
This isn’t fair. You declared before deciding to do something about it.
Your hand came to the tent in Eddie’s pants, “I wanna make you feel good, Eds.” You began, “Can I do that?” The palm that was over his crotch tightened, making him even harder (if that was possible).
Suddenly, all the words in the English language left Eddie's brain. His cognitive functions completely stopped working as he sputtered out a rushed reply, "Y-Yeah. Go ahead"
You smiled, feeling a rush of confidence before undoing the belt around his waist. Eddie wanted to help but he was frozen in place. His cock strained against his boxers as he watched you rid him of his pants, which were now on the floor right next to yours.
Your hand slithered its way into his boxers, “Shit,” Eddie gasped, feeling your warm hand come in contact with his aching cock.
“Lay back, Eddie,” You instructed, “I’m gonna make you feel so good, promise.”
You pushed his underwear down enough to where they sat just below his hips. It gave his dick more than enough to spring free. Your mouth watered at the sight of his tip, leaking with pre-cum.
Eddie lifted his head from where it lay on his bed to watch as you brought your lips to his tip, and spit on it. You then gripped his head gently and used your thumb to coat the head of his cock.
“Jesus,” He moaned.
Slowly, you began to stroke Eddie. Starting at the base of his cock, and coming up, then going back down, again and again. Lewd noises and swears escaped Eddie’s lips as he tried not to finish after only 2 seconds.
It was now your turn to tease him, “You like that? Hmm, like me stroking your cock?” You asked, condescendingly, “That feel good?”
Beads of sweat began to congregate on Eddie’s forehead, “Christ, Y/N. Y-Yeah, it does.”
You quickened your movement and watched as his face scrunched in pleasure. You couldn’t resist licking a stripe all the way up the side of Eddie’s veiny cock before pecking his tip.
Then, you went right back to stroking him feverishly. His hips began to hover as he bucked up into your palm. You used your other hand to push him back on the bed, forcing him to stay still, “I’m almost there.” He admitted.
Finally, hot spurts of cum escaped Eddie like a fountain, coating the hand that was still around him. A string of curse words left his mouth as he took deep breaths, “Shit, Y/N.” He chuckled, “Who taught you how to do that?”
“Doesn’t matter.” You shrugged.
Eddie looked at the mess he made on your hand, “Shit… I-I’m sorry,” He apologized, “Do you want me to get a towel?”
“Nope.”
It was now his turn to look at you, mouth agape as you brought your hand to your mouth and licked it clean, never breaking eye contact once.
When you were finished, you spoke, “Please, please,” You emphasized, “tell me you have a condom.”
“Uh… I should. B-But are you sure? I mean… you want to?” He asked, hurriedly.
“I’d rather it be me than your mattress, right?” You joked.
“Are you ever gonna let me live that down?”
“Eddie,” You sighed, impatiently, “Get the fucking condom!”
“R-Right.” Eddie skipped out of his underwear and went searching in miscellaneous drawers in his room.
I know I’ve got one of those things in here somewhere. He thought, rifling through his socks. The next drawer contained nearly 100 guitar picks. Still nothing.
“Shit, shit, shit!” He let the expletives fly off as frustration clouded his thoughts.
“Your pockets.” You suggested from his bed, “Check your pockets.”
Falling to the floor, Eddie searched the pockets of his black jeans like he was digging for gold, “Aha, yes!” He received the contraceptive from his pants and held it up so you could see, “I knew I had one of these things laying around here.”
“Okay,” Eddie cleared his throat and joined you on his bed. He slowly unwrapped the package and began rolling the latex on, “Lay down.” He instructed, and you listened, shimmying down his mattress.
“Are you sure, Y/N? ‘Cause I promise I won’t get mad if you change your mind.”
“I’m sure.” You nodded.
“Alright.”
Eddie carefully lined himself up with your entrance and inched in slowly before bottoming out. He didn’t move at first, giving you some time to adjust. But, when your grip on his shoulders became tighter, he started moving.
“God, you are so beautiful.” Eddie grunted, “And so fucking tight.”
Eddie used his hand to hike up your left leg, pushing deeper inside of you. In pure ecstasy, his face came down and nestled in your neck, kissing it. His hair was tickling your ear lobe.
The pace of his thrust picked up, causing you to moan an exasperated, “Eddie.”
“Scream my name, Princess.” He demanded in a deep gruffing voice.
“Eddie.” You moaned, only this time louder and needier, “Harder, please.”
He obliged your request, using as much force as possible to pound into you. Your fingers scraped down his back, gripping at his skin.
He hissed, “God, you take me so well.”
Eddie’s grip on your thigh tightened as his thrusts increased in speed. You could only hear the sound of Eddie’s rickety bed frame slamming against the wall harshly as he pounded into you.
Eddie’s signature guitar pick necklace dangled above your face, slapping your nose rhythmically each time his cock hit the perfect spot inside of you. But you didn’t even notice, caught up in the pleasure.
His previously slow and controlled thrusts started to get sporadic as he felt himself inching closer to finishing.
“Don’t get all quiet on me now, Baby.” He grunted in your ear.
You tried so hard to give a coherent response but all that passed your lips was a moan.
This riled up Eddie even more, “Fuck. I’m about to come.”
“M-Me too.” You choked out.
In a messy daze, Eddie’s lips came crashing down onto yours. It was chalked full of clashing teeth but you couldn’t care less.
Both you and Eddie came undone together. A mix of grunts, moans, and fucks accompanied the orgasms.
As his final form of torture, he pulled out of you very slowly. You practically felt as each inch of him left your pussy.
“Jesus Christ.” You sighed.
Eddie smiled, giving you a quick peck on the forehead before standing up and approaching his trash can to discard the condom.
When he turned back around, Eddie was met with the sight of your discarded parties on the floor. And he just couldn’t resist.
Eddie scooped them up in one fluid motion, clutching the garment tightly in his hand.
He thought you didn’t notice, but you did, “Hey!” You chastised.
“Whaaaaaat?” Eddie shrugged, “I gave back the last pair.” The bed dipped down as he returned, claiming his previous spot next to you.
“Whatever.” You scoffed playfully, nuzzling your head into his shoulder.
Eddie cleared his throat, “Are you— Was that okay?”
It’s been a long time since Eddie felt insecure when it came to sex. Most of his partners were people that he’d met at the Hideout and took to his trailer for a quick fuck.
But this was different. You meant more to him than any of the people he used to sleep with. He cared about you and he just needed reassurance that you were okay
“It was more than okay, Eds. Gosh,” You sighed, “I can’t remember the last time I came that hard.”
“Was it okay for you?” You followed up.
“Yeah!” Eddie was surprised by how fast he responded. Recovering, he cleared his throat, “Yes. I- I thoroughly enjoyed myself.”
“Good.” You chuckled, shaking your head at how all over the place he is.
After a few beats of silence, Eddie deadpanned, “I think Dustin knows about us.”
Your eyebrows furrowed, “Really?”
It shouldn’t have come as a surprise. Dustin Henderson is single-handedly the most observant person either of you had ever met.
Still, you could help but ask, “Why do you say that?”
“Well,” Eddie began, “Although me coming to check on you in the bathroom was of my own fruition. Henderson was also adamant that I go find you as well.”
“I mean, Lucas was practically foaming at the mouth to see if you were okay after you left but, nope. Henderson wouldn’t let him.”
You tutted, “Welp, on the bright side, something good came out of it.”
“And what’s that?” Eddie asked, his interest peaked.
“We finally got together.” You smiled ear-to-ear.
“That,” Eddie nodded, “And I finally got that god awful word out of your vocabulary. Ugh.” He squirmed.
“You’re so dramatic.”
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— #simblr gratitude day
dear simblr community,
hello! i'm going to be sappy. i just want to say that i really enjoy this corner of tumblr, and i look forward to reading everyone’s stories, seeing pretty screenshots, laughing at jokes only simmers would make, and the kindness i’ve seen extended from the people i follow and have had the pleasure of being mutuals with. and, modders, i didn’t forget you!! thank you for making this game better where it needs to be! this is a general post, because i want everyone to feel included today! consider yourself tagged, because you are. ❣️ (heart emoji)
to the storytellers:
hi, there are so many stories on here that inspire me to be a better storyteller. whether it’s the people i’ve talked to about writing, plot, or character development, or lurking afar during a sleepless night while going through someone’s backlog, or seeing the cool and fun ways we use the video game(!) medium to tell stories, i appreciate every single one of you. whether the story is slice-of-life, fantasy, royalty, or something i haven’t discovered yet, i’m glad you’re telling your story/stories. and if i haven’t read your story yet, i will soon!!
to the funny simblrs:
thank you for keeping this place alive with laughter. seriously the amount of times silly jokes have crossed my dashboard that made my day brighter are countless. whether we joke about the game’s numerous bugs and glitches, references to townies we love to hate (or hate to love), or things that are simblr specific, i appreciate you.
to the casual players:
y’all are stronger than me!! if you play vanilla, vanilla-lite, or modded and are happy to play through legacy and bachelor challenges, or share your sims for the sheer joy of sharing your sims, you are a pillar in this community! you keep this place collaborative and fun! please keep sharing your gameplay!
to the blender users (+ pretty picture people):
hi i adore your work. the use of lighting and composition and posing and all of the things you learned to make visuals for my eyes to feast upon? thank you!!! these are all things i’m still learning to do, so i really do love seeing it on my dash so i can take notes. keep posting them!!
to the modders:
hi! thank you for making free recolors, free poses, free builds, free meshes, etc. made available to keep this hobby alive!! some of my favorite cc i have ever downloaded has been really niche cc—so if you’ve been doubting making that jester cc set or trash bag dress please do it. obviously, my examples are very silly but i’m being genuine!! i am a cc hoarding dragon and my collection is forever-growing, so continue making pretty things for my sims to wear, useful things to shove into lots, and poses to make my story-telling hobby a smidge easier thank you !!
okay, sappy time is over!! it’s impossible for me to know every single one of you, but to everyone i do know (or have chatted with, or am mutuals with, etc) you have been a fun and positive place for me to hang out online which is so rare in this age of the internet. keep doing that. and to anyone i don’t know yet, don’t be shy!! even if it’s not to me, the best way to become apart of this community is to engage in it—whether it’s sending an ask, replying to someone’s post, or joining a discord server! i promise you will have fun here!
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Keep Your Enemies Closer
A little Tech Hunter AU oneshot I wrote for DP Angstfest 2023! I based this off of @kinglazrus' AU fic for the @dpauzine in which Tucker is the Red Hunter. It's been stuck in my brain ever since, so I couldn't resist writing her AU for this event!
[ao3]
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Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.
That's what people always said, anyway. It's what actors spouted in Hollywood blockbusters as their characters sipped their old fashioned in the dimly lit bar. It's what people typed in their chat logs online, thinking of themselves as high and mighty, very cool, not to be messed with, while they cracked open their fifth serving-sized bag of Doritos that day.
But this wasn't a Hollywood blockbuster. It wasn't Tucker talking up himself to random usernames online.
As he looked at Danny, who was animatedly chatting to Sam about some recently released video game that Tucker couldn’t pretend to care about anymore, he knew that this wasn't just a cool verse. It was real, at least to him.
“The final boss was way too easy,” Sam was saying. “It's like the devs weren't even trying.”
“I beat it in like five seconds flat,” Danny agreed.
“Yeah, because you exploited the armor glitch,” Sam said. “If you played the game like it was supposed to be played, the final boss would have taken at least a little longer.”
Danny tsked his tongue. “It’s not my fault that I’m obviously just one step ahead of the devs. And you, actually.”
“Come on,” Sam laughed, catching onto the mood. “Stop messing with me.”
Danny grinned back at her, his fangs poking out over his lips. “Samantha Manson, when have I ever messed with you?”
Tucker ducked his head before his face could show. Though, each day that passed seemed to allow that quiet mask to slip over his face far more easily than the day before. And he wasn't even talking about the little yellow mask that lived under his skin.
He remembered the day he'd pieced it all together. The day all the lies, all the little breadcrumb clues, suddenly snapped into place.
He'd been home, as usual, watching videos of the rapidly increasing ghost attacks targeting the city. And of course, at the epicenter of it all was Phantom.
Danny fucking Phantom.
He remembered Danny calling him, his face popping up on Tucker’s home screen, and Tucker pausing the video and holding up his phone to see the two faces side by side. The same smile, the same freckles, the same jaw and haircut and they were the same.
He couldn’t believe it. But…it made sense. And maybe that was the worst part because it meant that his friend, his best friend, was dead. And worse, he’d turned into a monster.
But when? When had he died? Was it that “accident” that he sometimes referenced? The day he’d gotten hurt by some of his parents’ equipment?
It didn’t matter. Because now, he was Phantom. But how was he Phantom? The ghost that Tucker loathed. The ghost that Tucker had long since blamed for turning their safe city into a fucking warzone.
How did his best friend turn into…that? Was death really so horrible that it completely changed a person?
Or was this always inside Danny, deep down in the recess of his subconscious? So deep, so hidden, that Tucker had never noticed till now.
Some people saw Phantom as a hero, and he seemed to revel in it. His cockiness was overflowing, and he took great pride in arriving at every scene precisely when the new ghost of the week would show up. He'd throw a few puns, assure the crowd that, “Don't worry, citizens! I've got this!”, and then he'd beat the ghost up, suck them in his thermos, and would disappear until the next attack.
Phantom had fooled many of the masses. But despite what Dash's stupid nicknames would suggest, Tucker was no sucker. Even if everyone else had their heads up their ass, he didn't.
Tucker didn’t do anything at first. Maybe he’d just been in too deep of a denial. After all, who wanted to pin the destruction of their city on their fucking best friend?
But then, he started paying attention. To Danny, the “human,” more. All his little quirks, his habits. The way he seemed to jump when Sam casually put a hand on his shoulder (he’d never used to do that), the way his teeth started to sharpen (humans don’t have fangs), the way his eyes would spark green sometimes (it wasn’t a trick of the light), or how he’d always disappear right before a ghost attack (almost like he knew they were coming).
But Tucker stayed silent. Because if Danny was Phantom, then Danny was dangerous. Who knew what Phantom would do if Tucker revealed that he knew? No, it was better to stay docile, not rock the boat, not put his life at risk. Just play it cool.
That plan only worked for so long.
The breaking point wasn’t an explosion of flashy lights so much as it was a seed, planted, but not yet even watered. It was Tucker booting up his virtual computer and opening Tor after school like any other day.
The usual usernames were chatting in his group. People working on their various projects, coming to the chat room for tips or just talking about whatever other topic was on their mind. This was typical—welcome, even—after the confusing mess that had been Tucker’s every other waking moment as of late.
And then the conversation took a turn.
To Phantom.
Sporksmith: I haven't wrapped my head around whether Phantom is a good guy or not.
ChaseK: It's sus that as soon as the ghosts started showing up, so did he.
Sporksmith: That's what I'm thinking, but the guy takes so many beatings a week. I feel like it's more likely that he's crawling out of the same dimensional holes that they are because the dude has family here or something.
Mole: That's probably it. He uses modern slang, so it's pretty obvious he died recently.
This wasn’t the first time they’d talked about Phantom. He was a fascinating subject and under much national scrutiny. But this time, Tucker finally stepped in.
GoldenFryer: You guys don't know what you're talking about.
ChaseK: You know something then?
GoldenFryer: Yeah, I have some inside info. Can't say much, but Phantom isn't who he seems. He's dangerous.
Sporksmith: You sound like a guy who's got something up his sleeve.
He hadn't, at that point. But still, it needled his mind. He was closest to Phantom, wasn't he? Even if Danny himself didn't know. Of everyone, wasn't it Tucker’s responsibility to do something about this?
To set the soul of his dead best friend free?
GoldenFryer: Not yet, but maybe I should.
Of course, he couldn't do it by himself, but there was someone who could help. Someone with money, power, and a vocal hatred for ghostly invaders.
“Tucker Foley,” Vladimir Masters said, opening his door. His hair was pulled back in his signature ponytail, and he wore a gaudy green Packers bathrobe. “You’re awake early on a Saturday for a teenager. My, where's your other half?”
“No Danny today. Just me,” he said, keeping his tone casual despite the sudden anxiety spike in his gut.
Vlad grinned and stepped aside, sweeping his arm over the now open doorway. “Excellent, why don't you come in?”
Tucker followed the gesture and stepped through the door, trying to ignore the guilt that was clawing at him. Danny always talked about how much he hated Vlad, and how creepy the guy was. And while Tucker agreed that Vlad was more than a little slimy, Vlad was a businessman, and more importantly, a billionaire. Being slimy kinda came with the territory.
And besides, Vlad had only moved into the town a year ago, after Danny had already turned into Phantom. So, it wasn't Danny who hated Vlad, not really.
“Come, make yourself comfortable. You're a bit too young for me to offer you a drink, but maybe some water, perhaps?”
“I'm fine,” Tucker said. His voice echoed around the empty house.
“Then sit.” Vlad pulled out a seat at the bar. “I just brewed myself a pot of tea. Maybe you'd care for some of that?”
“No thanks,” Tucker said, his voice jilted as he forcefully remembered his manners. Even if it was Phantom who hated Vlad, Tucker wasn't too keen on being behind closed doors with the man any longer than necessary either.
Vlad paid him no mind, of course, and poured his tea into a fancy china cup. He brought the cup up to his nose, sniffed, and then smiled, setting it down on a small plate on the counter and settling into a seat for himself. “So,” he started, clasping his hands together. “What do I owe the pleasure of seeing you on this fine day?”
Tucker blew a breath out, trying to expel the mounting anxiety in his system. “Okay, I realize what I'm about to say sounds absolutely insane. I get that, but I just need you to let me explain.”
That slimy smirk was back on Vlad's lips. “Oh? Do tell.”
“Okay.” Tucker wrung his hands in his lap. “Okay, just—just hear me out. Trust me, nobody wants to say this less than me.”
“But of course, my dear boy.”
Tucker exhaled one last time and then began. “So, I know who Phantom is. You know, the ghost? I—he's disguising himself as a teenager, and I know who it is.”
“Oh, really? My, that doesn't sound good.”
“It's not.” Tucker closed his eyes, covering his forehead with his hand. “It's the worst, really. Because the person that Phantom is pretending to be—and I know, I know, just let me explain—but it's Danny. Danny Fenton.”
Tucker peeked through his hand to see the smile on Vlad's lips widen.
“Daniel Fenton, my godson, you mean?” Vlad said. “That's quite the accusation.”
“I know it is. Trust me,” Tucker said. “But—okay, so basically, I think what happened was that Danny was in some sort of lab accident, and it killed him. He talks about it sometimes, but he doesn't give any details. But I'm pretty sure that was it. Because only like a month after that happened, all the ghosts started appearing. And Phantom too. I—uh, here. Hang on, let me show you...” Tucker leaned over and pulled his tablet from his backpack. He opened it and went to his files, opening a pdf of his comparison photos. He handed the tablet to Vlad, saying, “This is them side by side in different positions. You can really see it there, when the photos are lined up like this. They look exactly the same. But that's not all! Obviously.”
“Obviously,” Vlad said, swiping through the pdf.
“Look, I don't really know how to explain it, but Danny's just...he's different now. He disappears before ghosts attack, he comes back all beat and sometimes bloody. He's cold, way colder than normal, and sometimes I see him—when someone's annoying him or if he's pissed—where it's almost like...like he can't even contain his human form anymore. His eyes get green, and sometimes ectoplasm sparks in his palms. It's not human.”
“And you see this as...a problem?” Vlad looked up from the tablet. “If Daniel was Phantom?”
“Why wouldn't it be? Don't you have this whole initiative to get rid of ghosts?” Tucker argued.
If anything, that seemed to amuse Vlad more. He set the tablet down and said, “But of course, I wasn't insinuating anything. I merely just acknowledge that Daniel is your best friend and that most of you youths enjoy Phantom's presence in this city.”
“Only the blind ones do. I know better. Phantom is bringing the ghosts into this town. Mr. Masters, you know how all ghosts have Obsessions?”
“Yes, I am aware.”
“Well, Phantom’s Obsession is being a hero, right? What's more heroic than setting up a bunch of ghost fights to 'save' people from?”
Vlad's smile was almost impossibly wide now. “Yes, I understand.”
Something was amusing to that billionaire creep, but Tucker hardly had time to figure out what before Vlad was up out of his seat, pacing around his kitchen.
“You see, I already know all this. You understand, I'm the one funding this city's anti-ghost initiative. And I also know that young Daniel is Phantom.”
Tucker's jaw dropped. “You do?”
“But of course, I do!” Vlad pulled his phone from his pocket and tapped on it for a minute before passing it off to Tucker. In an encrypted app that Tucker didn't recognize was a video.
“Well, go on,” Vlad said.
Tucker pressed play on the video to see a dimly lit alley with Phantom standing at the end of it. He glanced around, and then white rings appeared, passing over his body. A white T-shirt and jeans replaced a black suit, and black hair replaced white hair.
The rings disappeared, and the person that remained was none other than Danny Fenton.
Tucker blinked, and his head snapped out of the memory. His eyes refocused, and Danny Fenton sat in front of him, still talking to Sam, his posture still far too easygoing for someone who wasn't even human.
His human form was impressively detailed. His unruly black hair, dash of freckles on his cheeks, blue eyes, and pointed nose—all signature traits of Danny. He had gotten it almost perfect.
Almost.
It made Tucker's blood boil, and he struggled to push it down, keep it in check. Ghosts could feel intense emotions.
The calm mask slipped over him once more, and Tucker was empty. Just empty.
Just how, when he stared into Danny's eyes, he could see that same emptiness too. There was no humanity left. No, that'd died almost two years ago now. All that remained was a ghost.
He wanted his friend back. But that was impossible. The only thing that he could do now was wipe all ghosts out so no one ever suffered the way Tucker was right now.
He was a hacker, so once he got the tech, programming it was a piece of cake. Okay, so maybe it was a little bit harder than that, but he was nothing if not determined.
And he was nothing if not a damn good programmer.
And now he had the power to fix this, end the ghostly invasion in Amity, end Phantom's terrorizing reign, and set his former friend free.
“What do you think, Tuck?” Danny turned to face Tucker.
“Huh?” Tucker grunted, his elbow nearly slipping from his desk. “Sorry, what are we talking about?”
Sam rolled her eyes. “Jeez, you really have been spacey today. Sleep well last night?”
No, he hadn't, actually. Because Phantom had set up another attack at 2 a.m. and so Tucker had to intervene.
Danny was wearing long sleeves today. Good. It meant that Tucker's shot really had nailed his bicep.
“No, sorry,” Tucker chuckled. “Was rushing to get Lancer's essay done. I can't work on it this weekend; my cousins are coming to town.”
“Again?” Sam asked.
No, they weren't. Tucker hadn't seen his cousins since Christmas.
“Yeah, my aunt and my mom are in this whole midlife crisis thing right now. Want to make sure we all bond properly or something.” Tucker waved his hand haphazardly. “You know how moms are.”
That was the perfect trigger for Sam, who huffed expectantly. “Oh yeah, don't even get me started. My mom is still trying to make me bond with Kate. Kate's two years older than me and was the head of her cheer team. Like, hello? You can only imagine what her playlists are like.”
“You should blast some death metal next time,” Danny said.
“Trust me, I have. It's the only way to get her to shut up.”
“Must not be death enough.” Danny flashed his teeth in a mischievous smile. “I’m sure I can help put together a playlist if you want.”
That cocky motherfucker…
Did he enjoy gloating over everyone? Did he really laugh at them when he was alone, all the stupid, idiotic, airhead humans who he thought didn’t notice anything?
Squashing his emotions was suddenly too difficult, and just before the internal tea kettle was able to whistle, Tucker was saved by the bell.
Oh, thank god.
Tucker was out of his seat before anyone else, scooping his notebook from his desk, throwing his bag over his shoulder, and racing out the door before Sam or Danny could catch up.
Still, when against his better conscience he glanced over to his friends, he didn’t miss the subtle look Danny gave him or the green glint in the corner of his eye…
Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.
If only it was easy.
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Your name has echoed through my mind (Aemond Targaryen x f!reader)
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader
Word count: 1.8k
Summary: You often enjoy testing his limits, but this time, he tested yours.
Warning: Mentions of cringy sex, voyeurism, really possesive behaviour, read if you want, but if you are a minor, leave! why are you here?!
A/N: Guys, I really don't know what is happening, like my posts are getting shaddowbanned and don't even show on the tags or on my tumblr, I don't know if it's a glitch or something, so I decided to post it again? I hope this time it shows.
Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received! I love to read your lovely coments :)
You waited until the sun set before returning to Dragonstone, the gates of the castle were closed and the roars of the dragons made something inside you to tremble. Guards were patrolling the entrance, some carrying swords. Your lips lifted in a smirk.
Did the little one-eyed prince did this for you?
You thought it was adorable, it wouldn’t stop you though, but the thought that he was putting this much of security made you giddy. You waited for a bit until a guard passed. You breathed deeply and ran to one of the walls, your back pressed against the warm stone and counted.
Seventy. Seventy-one. Seventy-two. Seventy-three. The guard passed once again. ‘So that’s how long it takes to take one round.’ You thought.
Have walked around these streets more than ten times during the last few days while you were looking for the best ideal option to enter the castle. At first, your idea was to climb the walls of it, you were a very good climber, but after noticing how tall the walls were, you quickly left out that plan. So now, your best option was to just enter through the door.
You scrambled towards it, using the shadows as your hiding spot. Your palms scrapped against the floor, they still stung with the last time the prince found you, his rough treatment shouldn’t excite you but it did. Only one of the many reasons of how fucked-up you were.
Sweat began dripping down your spine. There was little to no coverage being out here at the open. The place was heavily guarded and the moonlight was illuminating it. If someone would just stare for a moment, they would indeed find you there.
What would Aemond do if he discovered you on his precious place? Would he hurt you? No, he probably would kill you, display your mauled corpse on the outsides of Dragonstone.
Yes, that sounded just like him.
But, if he wanted to kill you, he would have done it already. That was obvious. You wouldn’t even stan a chance against him on a fight, he was that good. And that was extremely sexy.
You dashed from shadow to shadow, using the walls and trees to cover up, light spilled from the large opening of the entrance door. A few members of the royal family were visible, the oldest son and his twin sister siting around on a horizontal structure, he was boringly looking at her playing with something on her hands. Their long white hair was something recognizable, a token of superiority or something like that.
You hesitated for a moment, you needed to find a way across them. Boots scuffed against the stone behind you. You trembled, perfectly knowing that sound. You slightly turn around, the light of the moon illuminated the stone, there was no sign of life other than the guards. You waited and waited, slowly straightened up.
A large form stepped out of the darkness. Oh fuck. You froze for a second as you recognize his slender figure, a long black leather coat on his body.
Aemond had been watching you, his eye reflecting the light of the moon, accentuating the beautiful violet color. He had threated you before, banning you from Dragonstone and here you were, trying to break in.
He didn’t say anything but still haven’t approached you in any way yet. His fingers curled around his sword, the blade shining as deadly as he was.
You smirked, he wasn’t going to kill you, well, at least not yet. His head nodded to the side, turning around and walking away. You followed him intrigued by his action and completely aroused by him, by his dominant stance, by his silence, by the sword, just everything.
Aemond slowed his pace, accommodating to your steps. He wanted you to follow him but you didn’t understand why, he guide you through the gardens keeping into the darkness, curiously avoiding every guard. He walked with a predatory looseness, the rolling of his hips were calculated, the angle of his head was high and proud, the white of his hair shining against the moon, the straightness of his shoulders were elegant.
He stopped, hiding behind a tree. You walked close to him, brushing your body against him, sharing the darkness and his warmth. He stifled for a moment and you didn’t even bother to hide your smirk.
Moments passed and the silence still surrounded you, your eyes followed his gaze, trying to see what he was seeing as the gardens were empty. You frowned, what was he waiting for?
Suddenly, a set of footsteps starteld you, taking away your gaze from Aemond, you manage to catch the sight of Alicent Hightower. The queen. His mother.
Aemond’s hands grabbed your waist and pressed you against the tree, your eyes on his mother. His fingers wrapped around your neck. “Don’t say a word.” He lifted you off the ground, your legs quickly circling his waist. “I believe I have told you to stay away from here.” His gaze was dark and wild. “What should I do? You deserve punishment.”
Unable to speak, you tilted your head upward, silently offering your throat. Your form shook with terror and excitement. Not knowing what he would do to you. You were on his control, you couldn’t escape him and as he became scarily still, looking at you so intently that it made your cunt clench around nothing, you force your body to stay as still as possible.
“I give it to you, ñuha byka rūklon.” His eye watched you hungrily, shifting his hand to your shoulder, allowing you to breathe. “And you love that, my hands on your throat, controlling everything.”
You gulped a mouthful of air.
“I’ve never met anyone as you, ñuha byka rūklon.” Aemond lowered his head, dragging his nose over your cheek.
“Aemond? Are you here?” His mother called out.
He chuckled, his lips pressing quickly against your cheek, making you arch your back, pushing your body against him, needing more contact. He growled. “Naughty, my mother is here.”
He was aroused like you. Long, thick and hard, only for you. He kissed your neck, lightly biting it, scratching it, the hurt made you moan.
You wanted to reach for him, to hold him closer, to toss away that horrible eye-patch and he held you, sucking on your skin. “Another noise and I will ripped out your throat without any regret.” Aemond lifted his head, his eye watching obsessively at his handiwork. He smirked. “I wouldn’t even hesitate.”
“You would miss me.” You shuddered against his body. “You would be bored without me.” Your voice was hoarse, raw from his abuse. “So miserable.”
Aemond looked at you with amusement. “You should be afraid of my words, my little wildflower.” He pressed you more into the tree. “I’m quite dangerous.”
“I’m quite dangerous as well, little prince.” You smirked. “You wouldn’t survive at my grasp.” You wanted to do more than play, you wanted him to devour you whole. He grabbed your face and turned it towards his mother.
“Is that a challenge?” He pressed against you, slowly moving against your cunt. “I like challenges as I always win, but that’s not the question.”
“What’s the question then?” You close your eyes as he pulled your head back, licking up your neck, over to your chin.
“Would you be a good girl and stay quiet?”
Your lips parted and he captured them, thrusting his tongue between your lips, both of your tongues dueled for dominance, he growled and you knew in that moment that you were his. He kept his grip on your throat, clenching and unclenching the pressure on it, controlling your breaths. You rocked against him, grinding your cunt against the bulge of his pants.
Aemond’s hands quickly pushed your clothes away from your body, doing the same with his pants. “Do not make a sound, you don’t want my mother to see us.” His hand grabbing his cock, guiding it against your entrance, slowly using the tip to separate your lips, coating it with your slick. He huffed a laugh when you tense as he lined himself up at your entrance. He thrusted deep.
You loudly moan, bucking against him, digging your nails against his still covered shoulders.
“You’re tight.” His jaw clenched, frowning in arousal. “Wet and mine.” He sank deeper into you.
You shuddered at his speed, wiggling trying to get him deeper.
“Be still.” Aemond bit your neck, holding you in place and forcing you to take him all. “My mother could hear you, you want that? You want her to see the kind of whore you are?”
You squeezed against his cock, making him groan at the sensation. You couldn’t even describe the sensation and you became addicted. You panted and clutched to him. Aemond lifted his head and stared at you as he force his mouth to yours, tugging and pulling in sync with the thrust of his hips.
He fucked you like the animal he was, the only way he could do it, driving into you again and again. The dominance he showed you made your brain go fuzzy, the world spinning around you, the thrilling of knowing his family was looking for him. “Yes, yes, yes.” You didn’t care to stay quiet, you needed him. “Harder, Aemond, fuck me harder.”
He growled but complied to your demand, his face contouring with desire. Aemond closed his eye when you clench around him again and you hated that. Your hands quickly grabbing his face. “Me, look at me and only me.”
He opened it once again, his focus on you and only you. He held nothing back, pounding into you as the sound of footsteps came closer to your hiding spot. Aemond bit your neck and you almost screamed, clenching one final time. He stopped, his eye closing as he began cumming, splattering the inside of your cunt, painting your walls with his seed.
Your face hide against his neck as he held you closer, your arms and legs weak and his body supporting your weight against his. He gently rocked, trying to keep the feeling a little bit longer, his cock buried deep in your cunt. His mouth searching yours.
“Your mother.” You whispered against his lips, as he throw away his pants, beginning to walk with you on his arms, at some point he had slipped out of you and you felt his cum leaking out of you. “She will see us.”
He shushed you. “She will only see us if you keep talking.”
“Someone will see us.”
“Trust me.”
“Never.”
“Good girl.” He kissed the side of your head, as he made his way to his room. This wouldn’t be the only time he would fuck you on this night.
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Sonic prime part 3
Shadow the hedgehog x fem hedgehog reader
Shadow was waiting in the void until sonic came out of the red portal an crash in to one of the void rocks
Sonic: I don’t have time to deal with whoever you are I just wanna go home
Shadow: home ? Home doesn’t exist anymore because of you
Shadow dash’s towers sonic an punch’s him and brackets the void rock in half
Sonic: (gasp)
Sonic crashes into another void rock shadow dash’s to sonic again about to bunch him again but sonic moves out way quickly before shadow can push him
Sonic: whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa Ahh can’t you just leave me alone
Sonic lands on a big void rock
Sonic: Alright gonna get back to new yoke city.find nine heh maybe nine will pass through and I can catch a ride
Sonic: ugh you again let guess your grumpy shadow although that would be redundant shadow who needs a shower sheriff shadow floating rock world!
Shadow grabs sonic an swing him in to void rock shadow grabs him again slam him into rock again then shadow glare down at sonic when he lands on the same rock sonic was on
Shadow: I’m stuck in here I lost Y/N It’s your fault Sonic!
Sonic: yeah yeah what else is new wait how you know my name and Y/N
Shadow glares more because he said your name
Sonic: unless [gasps] shadow your you the real you
Shadow push sonic off him because he doesn’t like hugs from sonic only you and sonic falls back were he was
Shadow: the only me
Shadow was about to bunch sonic
Shadow: You just don’t listen what part of our home doesn’t exist anymore are you not understanding?
Sonic: what did you just say?
Shadow: what do you think I’ve been trying to tell you when you broke the paradox prism you broke our reality green hills is gone it doesn’t exist anymore
Sonic: l-I know I caused this It keeps getting worse
Shadow: Follow me
Sonic follows shadow through the void
Sonic: how did you end up in here
Shadow: remember I was helping you fight egg man’s robots
Sonic: oh yeah right
Shadow: oh yeah the void
Sonic: so that must be the new yoke city gateway so you been able to see me these whole time
Shadow: not exactly
Then they see something glitching in the distance then they saw you
Shadow: ( gasp) Y/N
Y/N: Shadow
Shadow Dash’s towers you
Shadow: Y/N are you okay
You were still glitching
Y/N: yes I’m
You got cut off
Sonic: Y/N bested are you okay
Y/N: yes I’m okay guys
Shadow: we’re are you at
Shadow had worried voice tone sonic never seen shadow this worried and sad
Shadow: please tell me were your at
Y/N: I can -
You starting to glitch again
Y/N: oh no I’m losing single Shadow and sonic I’m at a different portal the color of it is yellow-
Shadow an sonic : Y/N !
Sonic : she’s okay
Shadow: she’s at that place I was just there why I didn’t see her let’s go sonic
Sonic: alright
Be counted
Drawing of Y/N and Shadow the Hedgehog Y/N hasn’t shown her secret .Y/N Is a human in the story she hasn’t told Shadow an Sonic yet
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Glitched
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Premise: Rintarou unexpectedly meets the girl of his dreams through an online game and he does his best to find this mysterious girl in the real world and keep her for good.
Word Count: 3591
Chapter 3: Mine.
The way back to your place has never been this tedious, not only was the hot weather really getting to you at this point, but the bus was just not coming. You wanted to get home faster which is why you decided on taking the bus instead of the train since the station was farther away from the school but seems like you missed it.
Your phone lights up with a chat notification, Suna literally dashing over to his house, took him less than five minutes to arrive at his destination, all he wanted was to hear your voice again. “Let me know when I can call you. I’m home now.” he added a sticker of a fat cat laying on his bed texting, this making you laugh and forgetting the hatred you were feeling towards your local transportation system. “The bus won’t come, save me.” his heart was crashing against his own bodily cavities, you were just too cute for his brain to process.
Your phone rang right away, startling you, but you answered the call instantly, “Someone told me you were in need of being saved.” your quiet giggles were all he needed to survive now, who needs food. “Seems like you live closer to your school than I do.” you keep on looking around, hoping to spot the bus, “Nah, I just ran real fast. Had a cat lady waiting for my call.” was he always this smooth? He was surprising himself with his antics, “You didn’t have to run, I bet you were already tired after practice.” Having someone worry over him and his levels of stamina was heartwarming for the middle blocker, all he heard all the time was how he needed to stop being so lazy, you were certainly an angel. “Practice was pretty intense as usual, but you are that important.” you were officially a blushing mess, now hoping this bus wouldn’t come any time soon, at least you were alone at the bus stop and nobody could see you.
“You are making me blush~” you teased him just a bit but that was all he needed, the last push, he was dying to see you. Your phone started beeping for it to switch to video call, your heart about to burst, you heard he saw a picture of you, but you’ve never seen him, being as nervous as one can be you even forgot what was needed to accept the call, fumbling with your thumbs. Once you managed to get it to work, your soul left your body, “Hey gorgeous.” It’s all he said, giving you a small smile, he was laying down on his bed, still wearing his uniform. “Oh my god, hi! Look at your face! So squishy.” your dreamy eyes were digging holes in his existence, that picture did no justice to you, with the poor lighting of the bus stop you looked almost ethereal, “Squishy- is that even a good thing-“ your giggles, live, all for him to see, life was being so good to him, he promises never to complain again, “Being squishy is the best thing ever, well at least for me.” and at the end that’s all it mattered to him.
“So, am I the only one who really wishes teleportation was like a thing? Because I’m about to search in the black market for options.” how does he manage to make to make you laugh with everything he says, is beyond comprehension but he enjoys it heavily. “You are not. Let me know if you find something, otherwise boring old trains would have to do.” was he even serious when he said he would visit you on the weekend? He doesn’t even know where you live. “Yeah, about that. It’s a bit far from here, so I’ll get on the first train, should be in Sendai station around 10, would that work for you? If you think this is too weird or you just don’t wanna meet me yet, we can-“ you cut him off immediately, of course you wanted to see him, you wanted to see him right now. “I’ll be there! Let’s meet outside at the main entrance.” he nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. He was doing something crazy, you should not meet random online people, that’s a rule, but the Karasuno dudes knew you, is not like you were some shady unknown woman.
Your phone was flooding with notifications coming from an unknown source, but you decided to ignore them for the time being. The bus was now on sight, and you had to end the call, of course not without promising Suna you would text him as soon as you arrived home safe and sound.
The dopey look on your face was making people around you stare, but you were just so happy, not like you could control your face. You not only managed to find your mysterious stranger, but you have a date on Saturday! You haven’t had an actual date in forever and the last one you had was awful, Miyuki wanting you to date her boyfriend’s cousin, who let’s just say wasn’t an ideal fit for you, making you avoid going on dates for a while.
Once you were comfortable on your seat, you checked the messages you got earlier noticing they were from Tsukishima, he wanted to make sure you arrived home safely. He was a sweet lad, you made so many friends in a single day, you were really appreciating choosing Karasuno over Seijoh.
Tsuki was already in his house, staring at his roof, waiting for your reply. He wasn’t sure if he was even allowed to text you this quickly, but the look on your face when you were on the phone with Suna was hunting him. He’s never crushed on a girl like this, of course he’s been intrigued by a couple of girls in his life, but they were never worth the risk. You on the other hand, were driving him nuts.
He remembered how a few nights back his older brother was teasing their mother saying it was time for his hormones to kick in and that she shouldn’t be surprised if he brought a girl home any time soon. He thought it was all nonsense as usual, but his hormones were clearly out of control today. He thought of how soft your body felt pressed against his own, your hair smelled so sweet, almost like going into a candy shop, the way your tiny hands wrapped around his massive one….sent his mind to the gutter, he needed to get up and take a cold shower. But that’s when his screen lit up displaying your name, “Not yet ☹ I missed the bus, but I’m on my way now. Thanks for worrying, Tsukishima-kun, you are really sweet.” you thought he was sweet. No one had ever said that about him, not even once. “Just call me Kei. Let me know when you get home, or I won’t be able to sleep.” you were being spoiled by two handsome men, how did all this happen, people rarely even look your way. You sent him a cute bunny nodding sticker and stashed your phone back into your bag, our friend Tsuki though was staring at the sticker thinking of your cute little button nose, you looked just like that cute fluffy rabbit. His mood swaying from the need to do something about his raging hormones, to the need of wrapping himself into a blanket burrito, something was really off with him today.
･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☾ . :☆ﾟ.･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ.･
Saturday was finally here, and you spent all night trying every single possible outfit, nearly crying in despair. Nothing was just good enough for you, but you went for a fitted summer dress, concentrating all your effort into the hair and makeup side of the outfit instead, you weren’t sure what he would even like in a girl so you wanted to play it safe for now.
When Suna got off his train and walked over to the entrance he was just frozen in place. You were trying to fix your bangs using your phone as a mirror, very much noticeably nervous. He just couldn’t believe what he was doing, he’s never been even that interested in women and that train ticket was hella pricey. But every penny was completely worth it the moment your eyes met. You gave him the widest smile he’s ever seen, your eyes filling up with tears and you just ran straight into his arms. “Well hello to you too, stranger.” he looked down at you, resting his forehead on yours, “Are we even strangers at this point-?” you were so cute he just wanted to smother your face with kisses, maybe even bite those cheeks a bit, but that was definitely not the place or the time for that. “This is the first time we officially meet, so technically we were until just now.” he reached over to hold your hand, pulling you with him, “The term ‘boyfriend’ sounds better though, you might want to use that one.” you were smiling widely, hiding your face on his arm as you walked along the sidewalk. “Right, so what are we doing today, dear boyfriend of mine?” his chest puffed out on its own, pride filling every inch of him. “Hm, if it was up to me, I would just bring you to my house and we would watch a movie, eat some pizza and probably nap.” that actually sounded like a perfect date to you, “But sadly, its hours away from us and doing that in your house might be a bit too much for your family specially since we just met-“ you stopped walking, shyly looking down, “Mom is working till late today, so it would be just sausage and us. I mean if you want to, that sounds like a great plan but I know it could be too fast-“ this time it was him the one who cut you short, “Lead the way, gorgeous.” he motioned for you to guide him through the city he had no interest at all in knowing, meeting your cat being way more interesting than sightseeing.
You stopped along the way to buy some cake for later, Suna quickly falling into the boyfriend role, holding you from behind while you guys waited for the lady to wrap your choice of cake. Of course, none of you knew Tsukishima was going out from the athletic store right across the street, he wanted to get new shoes as he kept on growing and they were starting to feel tight again. He thought he heard your giggles, making him look around in a paranoid frenzy, was he officially loosing his mind now? But then he saw his worst nightmare, aka.Suna Rintarou, nuzzling his face on your neck right there for everyone to see, what was he, some sort of animal? Was it necessary to mark you as his or something?
Disgusting.
He knew this would happen, it was very clear that both of you liked each other, and he had accepted this and willingly decided to wait for you, but saying this didn’t hurt was utter bullshit. He didn’t want you to see him, so he went back inside the shop saying he changed his mind and wanted them in white instead of black.
You took Suna to your house, your cat being the skilled ninja he is, immediately jumped on his head, enjoying his soft locks and claiming them as his new bed. This made you both laugh, “Told you, he likes you.” getting off your shoes, you grabbed a hold of his fingers, pulling him into the living room, “Hope you like me too, otherwise I might have to kidnap this cat as a consolation price.” you rolled your eyes at him, wasn’t it obvious that you did? Plopping on the sofa, you turned on your tv, giving him the remote to choose what to watch while you scrolled on your phone for a pizza place, “Pretty sure I like you more.” pleased with the answer he got comfortable next to you, carefully moving the cat to set him on his lap, choosing the scariest looking movie he could find. You scheduled the pizza to arrive a couple of hours later and got your comfy blanket out to go under it with Suna. Even if it was boiling hot outside you turned the A/C to its max to have your house freezing on purpose, cuddling the middle blocker being the ultimate goal.
Who would have thought you would be doing something so intimate with someone that was a complete stranger a week ago, but it was so soothing to be pressed to his side, your head resting on his chest while enjoying the beauty of horror.
He was sneakily trying to tickle your sides, his suppressed needs from Friday hitting him like a truck. “Rin stop! You know I’m ticklish!” you squirmed against him, trying your best to continue watching the movie, but that wasn’t good enough, if sausage could make you giggle like crazy he would accept that challenge and steal his place. He looked down at you, expressionless, before attacking your tummy with his fingers in full force, you’ve never laughed this hard, his fingers were digging into the softness of your body skillfully, the cutest sounds coming out of you as you gasped for air. Before you could actually react to what was happening you saw Suna pretty much on top of you, his lips less than an inch away from yours. You were panting heavily, your cheeks as red as they could be, eyes glossy and lips slightly parted, he lost all control of his body, his lips crashing hard on yours. Not what you thought the first kiss you’d share would be like but who were you to complain, your arms wrapping around his neck, bringing him down on you. Your lips were as sweet as the rest of you, he just couldn’t get enough of you and his mind was getting clouded, against his better judgement he lets go of your rosy lips, looking into your eyes for what felt like an eternity before going back to his spot on the sofa.
After regaining your breath, you checked your phone seeing the pizza guy was already outside waiting for you to pick up your lunch, Suna went for it, setting it down on your coffee table. The rest of the day went pretty much as planned, you finished watching the movie, having to go back a few times due to some steamy kisses here and there but the task of finishing it was over by mid afternoon. He wanted to take a short nap, having to wake up so early to take the train taking its toll on his body. You indulged him, having a mass of heavy warm muscle pressed against your body for about an hour, he slept like a baby, but you weren’t able to close an eye, too self-conscious of the situation you were in. After having some of the cake you bought earlier, it was getting pretty late and was time for him to go back home, not looking forward to number of hours needed for him to return, he just wanted to live under your bed forever, maybe no one would notice.
You walked him to the station, none of you wanting to let go of the other. Holding his face on your hands you pecked his soft lips, “I’ll go visit you next weekend, I promise.” he hated this, would Karasuno accept him? They were clearly in need of a good middle blocker, maybe he could convince his parents. “Can’t I just live in Sausage’s house? Looked pretty comfy.” It broke your heart seeing how he didn’t want to leave either; you were now understanding completely why long-distance relationships were hard. “I wish you could, but your team needs you as much as I do. Though, I like to think I need you just a tiny bit more than they do, specially after today.” you let go of his face, grinning up at him, his train was leaving in ten minutes and he needed to hurry to the platform or he would indeed need to share your cat’s cardboard house. “They can all turn into monkeys and join a circus for all I care. I’m quitting school and becoming a cat tamer.” You burst out laughing, patting his backside for him to start walking, “Got it, then let’s buy a camper and travel across the country showcasing your cat magic.” hey that didn’t sound like a bad idea, but before he could think on it more he saw his train displayed on the screen, it was already there and he would have to run, “I’ll start looking for campers in the train. Text me when you get home.” he leaned down to peck your lips once more before leaving, your heart going with him in the process.
･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☾ . :☆ﾟ.･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ.･
It’s been just a few weeks since the last time you were able to physically see your boyfriend and you’ve been so down. You wanted to see him and not just through a damn camera. His kisses were so warm and addicting, you just needed more of him. Sighing loudly, you slumped on your chair, school was over and you should probably get going, but Nishinoya came looking for you shortly after, “Hey (Y/N), the boys and I are going to get some ramen, practice got cancelled since the school is repainting the gym. Would you like to go with us? Tsukishima has been acting weird and you seemed pretty down, I bet that would make you both feel better!” some fatty unhealthy but delicious food was just what you needed, besides, the guys are fun to be around, “Sure, why not. Let’s go!”
When Nishinoya arrived at the shop with you following, the boys got overly excited, Kiyoko had declined the invitation and having a lovely face around was always welcomed. Tsukishima however couldn’t look at you without thinking of the disgusting expression on Suna’s face, making his mood even more sour.
“Hey Tsuki, why don’t you sit next to (Y/N)? I’ll seat over there with Kageyama.” before he could say anything, Yamaguchi had already pushed him down beside you and was running to hide behind Kageyama, suddenly fearing for his life at the cold look on his friend’s face. “What are you going to order, Kei? I’ve never been here before, not sure what’s good.” Kei???? Every pair of eyes now on Tuskishima’s face. Not even Yamaguchi calls him by his first name. “Hmm, you would probably like the shoyu ramen best.” you smiled at him, trusting him completely, “Got it, then that’s what I’ll get.” you deflated on your seat, resting your head on his shoulder, “Tired?” you just nodded, playing with a napkin. The team was silent taking in what was going on between you two as they waited for the food to arrive. Since when have you become this close? They didn’t know you’ve been talking daily, only Yamaguchi knew about this.
Once the food arrived, the usual bickering of the team continued, making you laugh and forget about your depressing afternoon, Hinata’s nose was currently dripping with soda and you just couldn’t stop laughing, Tsuki’s mood changing for the best. He knew you were taken now but just spending time with you was fun and he enjoyed having you by his side. He leaned over, cleaning the excess oil from your mouth with his napkin, this making you blush at the sudden touch, just what he wanted. He just went back to his ramen bowl, giving it no thought. He wanted you to get used to him, to his touch, to his presence, he wanted you to think of him whenever you felt sad, whenever you needed someone.
Your phone’s screen lit up and you answered the call right away, “Rin! How was practice? I’m eating dinner with the volleyball team right now.” he wasn’t jealous of them per say, he just wished he could be there and join you for dinner, “Heh, I bet those hungry men are all staring at your gorgeous self, not even eating.” your demeanor changed right away, earning a deep sigh from Yamaguchi, he really wanted his friend to find love and stop being so salty all the time, but you were definitely head over heels with this other guy, “Don’t be silly, everyone here knows I’m yours.” Ouch, that hurts. Tsuki got up, taking both of your empty bowls along, silently walking over to the counter, trying his best to be a man. He knew it would take time, he might not even succeed ever, but he had to be patient, “His, huh? We’ll see about that.”
･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☾ . :☆ﾟ.･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ.･
You’ve been dating Suna for the past seven months, he’s been the most loving boyfriend you could ever wish to have, as funny as always, bringing happiness to your heart every day.
But long distance relationships are hard.
You loved him so much, all you wanted to do was to be by his side. Be able to cheer for him during his matches, having him hold you to sleep. It was now physically showing how desperately you wanted this, it was clear to everyone you were barely sleeping, lets not even mention eating. You weren’t looking good at all and Tsukishima was worried.
You were forced to run for the school sports day, not being many girls in your class every single one of you were obligated to multiple roles. You didn’t even had two hours of sleep last night and breakfast…well…who had time for that, so you were feeling a bit dizzy to say the least.
Your friends were there to cheer for you at the race, Tsuki being in the first row making sure he wouldn’t miss a second. But the one that missed something was you, as soon as you started running you blacked out, falling in front of your classmates and even being stomped on by some that weren’t able to stop on time. “(Y/N)!!” the last thing you heard was Kei’s voice and that just brought you the sense of security you needed to completely loose consciousness.
Tsukishima ran over to you, lifting you in his arms and running over to the infirmary. Miyuki, who was holding your phone, called your boyfriend first before following the first year into the building.
The nurse told him you were exhausted and probably haven’t been eating much, so she wanted you to stay there for the rest of the day with I.V fluids. One of your schoolmates had also stomped too hard on your wrist and it seemed broken, so you would need to go to the hospital after class, your mother was not available to take the nurses call so she left a message and told all this to Tsukishima so he would rely the message to you when you woke up.
It took a couple of hours for you to stir, Tsukishima had been holding onto your good hand all this time hoping you would wake up soon. “Kei..? What happened?” you were very disoriented, the pain killers in your I.V being very efficient, you could barely feel any pain. “You blacked out on the middle of the race. Was told you aren’t sleeping or eating. Why are you doing this to yourself, (Y/N)? Is it because of Suna?” you could hear the amount of venom coating his last question. If he was your boyfriend he would take such good care of you, just when were you going to realize that?? “I’ve just been having a hard time lately, it’s all on me though.”
Before Tsukishima could retaliate to your argument the doors to the infirmary burst open, a very agitated and panting Suna blocking the entire doorway. “Baby, are you ok? I came as fast as I could!” he ran over to your side, cradling your face gently in his hands, taking a good look at you. You looked dead tired, sick even. “No. She’s not ok. She hasn’t been sleeping or eating for months now. Just look at her! She’s so weak can’t even run properly and got hurt, now she has to go to the hospital and get her wrist fixed and why? All because you aren’t here for her! Isn’t that what a boyfriend is supposed to do?” he was fuming, you were as startled as Suna was, what’s gotten into him? “It’s not like I don’t want to be here, Tsukishima. Do you have an idea of how far my house is from here? Why do you think it took me so long to come? I had to beg my coach to drive me here, I don’t even know how am I going back home I even forgot my school bag and my wallet is in there. I’m doing the best I can.” you reached over, placing a peck on the side of his hand, you knew he was having as much of a hard time as you were and you just appreciated him so much. “Well, it’s not enough! If you can’t fulfill your role as her boyfriend then maybe you should step down so someone else can take the spot. Someone who can and will be there for her all the time.” he was growing louder, a small crowd forming outside the doors trying to see what was going on.
“Oh? And let me guess, that person would be you, right? Pft, look, I appreciate all you’ve done for her, she adores you and you are a very important friend for her, even I know that, but you gotta understand she is MY girlfriend and that isn’t going to change any time soon.” Suna was growing more and more agitated, not even Atsumu has gotten him this aggravated before. “You see her like twice a month, Suna. How can someone like that be there for her? Think about her, about her well being! If I was you I would have done something already to be by her side.” now you were the one getting angry, why do they keep on talking like if you weren’t there?
“Don’t even talk about things you don’t know. I wanted to transfer to Karasuno but (Y/N) wouldn’t let me. She’s proud of the fact that Inarizaki scouted me to play for their school, my family moved all the way from Aichi just so I could be part of the team and I was more than willing to leave it all for her, so don’t talk like you know everything when you clearly don’t.” the blonde middle blocker was losing his last straw of patience, so what? He would have done it anyways. “So? She has to throw her life into a trashcan just so you can become someone one day and you’re just going to agree with that? Just like that?” you were now sitting up, giving your friend an annoyed tired look. “No, kei. I’m not that stupid. That’s why I’m transferring to Inarizaki next spring.” Both of them were staring at you bewildered, not even your boyfriend knew about this. “That’s why I haven’t been sleeping well, their entrance tests aren’t easy and I wanted a full scholarship to make sure my mom would agree to it.” Tsukishima’s heart was cracking and he didn’t know what to do, “But (Y/N)! What about us? You have so many friends here that love you. Are you willing to leave us all behind that easily?” you could hear the desperation in his tone of voice it was heartbreaking. “It’s not easy, Kei. Did you really think I was just sad and loosing sleep over missing my boyfriend? Of course that’s a huge part of it but making this decision has been tougher than I thought it would be for me. Not only will I be leaving my friends but also my mother, my hometown, everything I’m used to. Do you think that’s easy? But I would never make Rin come here for me, it would be like stealing his future. He is fantastic at what he does and you know it’s true. There’s nothing I can do here that I can’t do at Inarizaki, so I must be the one to move.”
They were both in complete shock, Suna’s heart was about to burst with so much love. You were really willing to leave everything behind just to be closer to him. He never thought he would find someone like you, for someone who didn’t believe in love for majority of his life he’s been blessed with the best of the best.
“We will still talk every day as we do now, Kei and I will visit often. I’m sorry to disappoint you I’m just doing what I think is the best for my boyfriend’s future and my own.” he just nodded trying to take everything in. You were leaving in just a few weeks, then what, was it all over for good? He hasn’t even had the chance to confess his feelings to you yet.
Suna was moving away your covers, gently removing the I.V from your arm. “What the hell do you think you are doing? The nurse said she had to stay with that on all day.”
“I know, but (Y/N)‘s mother, who’s a doctor, told me to bring her home after taking her to the hospital to get her wrist checked. She will get her back on it as soon as I take her to her room. Now if you excuse me, I have to take my girlfriend to the hospital.” he told you to hang on tight as he carried you bridal style out of the infirmary, all the onlookers either jealous of you or trying to snap a picture to gossip later.
Was it really the end? Was there nothing he could do? Tsukishima collapsed onto the bed you were laying on just a few seconds ago, thinking about a way to covey his feelings before it’s too late.
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fic rec list (long time coming)
... Please don't kill me. I know it's been a really long time so I'm offering you guys up a list of fics that completely took over my life in the time I haven't been posting or reblogging on tumblr. Please enjoy! (Dashes off after laying this sacrificial offering at your feet.)
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[Spiderverse (Spiderman Into + Across the Spiderverse)]
Stars Hide Your Fire by Arowen12
Abruptly Miles tunes back in, “Guidance counsellor?” his voice comes out horribly croaky and at this rate his body’s got enough leftover adrenaline that Miles knows he’s not going to get back to sleep anytime soon.
“Yeah, about college, the one with your parents? Man, you must have been out later than I thought.”
So, he’s in the past.
Or somehow, he got thrown into another universe that’s a few days behind his and the other Miles has somehow gone missing or some molecular physics-type deal has happened and they’ve merged and are permanently stuck together forever.
Yeah
(time Loop fic! Miles is straight up NOT having a good time lmao. poor kid. there's definitely quite a few twists and turns in this fic and i'm really excited to see where it goes haha!)
In every Universe, she is Loved by Tired_Writing_Teach
Of all the ways for Miguel's first meeting with Miles to go, no one was really expecting this, least of all Miguel.
How is he supposed to react when the anomaly that started it all, is his daughter's best friend?
(this fic is miguel meeting miles and deciding you know what? i'm gonna overthrow everything i thought because there's no fucking way i'm gonna let my daughter from another world suffer. and somehow, it leads to him also looking at miles and thinking, "oh fuck, this is also my kid now," and it's GREAT LOL.)
Mostly Intact by neonbrutalism
“Are you a vampire?” he asked as the guy reached out to the bricks and grabbed on with his claws, heaving himself up with one arm to the wall.
The guy didn’t even look at him, "No."
“You have fangs. And claws. And - and red eyes!” Miles said, walking up the wall after him.
“Spiders also have all of those things,” the guy said, flatly.
“Spiders have red eyes?”
The guy paused for a moment and then shrugged, “…Okay — eyes, I don’t know.”
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Miguel O'Hara finishes his gizmo before everything really pops off with Kingpin's collider and winds up on stranded on Earth-1610, hours after the death of Peter Parker.
Miles Morales is looking for a new Spider-Mentor and, well, this one will have to do. Even if he's super weird.
Part 1 of More Like Us
(the dynamic here is: an excited puppy and a grumpy nerdy father-uncle-adult figure with a lot of spider-related insecurities. and it's AMAZING. they will Fight for each other. and Peter B. is a Good Dude.)
fash punchers punch together by l_oves
The only ones who didn’t look like Peter had stepped on a puppy were Ham - nonchalant as ever - and some Spider with spikes on his head, whose eyes had widened. In fact, if Peter were to guess by the Spider’s body language, he seemed almost… alert. Excited.
Peter wasn’t really sure what to make of that.
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hobie takes a liking to spiderman noir.
(IF THEY DON'T GIVE US THIS FRIENDSHIP IN THE NEXT MOVIE I'M GONNA RIOT YOU HEAR ME)
restorative justice by Nanashi07
After the multiverse settles, what do you do with Miguel?
Miles is serious as he says, “Guys, think about it. What else can we do? We can’t imprison him in another dimension or he’ll glitch out. We can’t keep him here alone forever. And we’re not killing him.” He points at Miguel. “Don’t even ask.”
He takes in the unconvinced faces around him and approaches Miguel’s cell. “You are a good person. You just made a few mistakes. If you can prove to us that we can trust you again, then maybe we can let you go. We just need to, you know, do some… restorative justice.”
(truly, the ending we deserve for the next movie. this actually made me fall off the couch for making me laugh so hard, not even kidding X'DDD)
mutualism by cruelzy
Ship: Hobie/Miles
A full blown shiver wracks his form, hair stiff on the back of his neck. His body blinks like a stop-light, his teeth oscillating in his jaw.
He closes his eyes; re-opens them. The guy’s still there.
Miles stares, bewildered. “You’re like me.”
Gwen asks Hobie to keep an eye on Miles for a bit while she works up some courage. Hobie Brown doesn’t do things by halves.
(so freaking cute?? also, miles inner dialogue made me cackle, he's so fucking stupid and in love <3 and hobie, as per usual, is freaking cool and dependable as Fuck. we stan a solid man.)
gonna crack a rib (when i get home) by eneliii
Deception has gotten the best of Miles Morales for a good couple years now. Its tracked him down and resurfaced like weeds between his feet at every moment he’d least expected it. He’ll admit, he has a long way to go when it comes to knowing who to trust and who might be secretly trying to kill you and/or lie to you about your very existence.
But hey, everybody’s gotta learn somewhere right?
(or,
Miles Morales, recently landed in Earth 42, has had enough of everyone’s shit and he’s going to save his dad or so help him he’ll lose his mind.
Miles Morales 42, just wants to know what the /hell/ is up with his doppelgänger.)
(the Vibe is fucking immaculate and i repeatedly want to hug and scream at these two teenagers. who are the same person omfg. they are the same person but their trauma comes in different flavors. *screams*)
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[Batman (Mostly Batfamily)]
Inversion (I'm Lost Without You) by Nation_Ustria
After dying on the battlefield, Damian wakes up in a universe where he is Bruce Wayne's only child. Having to endure the League's training a second time is a challenge, but upon reaching Gotham, Damian is thrilled. His so-called "siblings" had really been more trouble than they'd been worth, and Damian had always been the true son anyways. Now he doesn't have to fight for the position that is rightfully his.
Except… the manor is awfully quiet. And Damian has started talking to himself. And… maybe his siblings weren't completely useless. They gave him Robin, after all, something that Damian hadn't been able to deny himself when he'd rejoined Batman in Gotham's shadows.
And then Damian meets this world's Timothy Drake, who's years younger than Damian and stuck with neglectful parents who don't even know their son's age, much less that he's following Batman and Robin around Gotham with a camera.
Damian had been a horrible younger brother, but… maybe he can be an adequate older brother.
(It isn't easy, but he turns out to be far better than adequate.)
(before this, i never really got into the idea of the reverse robins idea but man, this fic convinced me lol. really wanted to hug damian throughout the whole fic and i got sucked in so fast, def must read.)
THE SKY IS EVERYWHERE. by orpheusaki
"Before," Clark asks, a glass of whiskey that has absolutely no effect on him whatsoever held loosely in his hands, "Why did you hate me?"
"Well," Bruce hums, downing the rest of his own glass in one sweep for an ounce of courage, "You killed my children."
(The day Zod attacks Metropolis, Bruce loses his kids.)
(THIS HURT SO MUCH I LOVE THIS FIC TO BITS THE ANGST MAN THE ANGST FENIWFPW)
A Darker Shade of Gotham by JackHawksmoor
Dick and Tim are stuck in a crappy alternate universe where most of the heroes they know are dead, Bruce Wayne's bad health meant he never became Batman, and Tony Zucco runs Gotham City's underworld. When Dick is shot by the mob, they take a risk and go to Bruce for help.
Alternate Bruce didn't have children, but as he gets to know Dick and Tim, he starts wishing he did.
Written for Whumptober 2022 #28 (Punching the Wall)
(such an interesting analysis on the relationship between dick and bruce and what would've happened if dick never came into bruce's life. the absence hit so hard for bruce and weirdly enough, this fic was somehow both hopeful yet somber, really love this.)
Truth Serum is the Worst by JackHawksmoor
Batman gets dosed with a truth serum and unexpectedly spends most of the time talking about how desperately he loves his children, how awesome they are, and how he wishes he was better at being a father. Shameless whump and H/C
Done for day 1 of Whumptober 2022, "a little out of the ordinary" (unconventional restraints)
(bruce loves his kids so much, this genuinely broke my heart, god.)
a call to motion by JumpingInMuddyPuddles
He twitches ever so slightly as Tim crouches beside him – knees slamming into the unrelenting concrete. He gently brushes his hand against Jason’s shoulder – the most he can currently bring himself to do. Jason whimpers, this breathless pained thing, and Tim’s breath gets lost in his throat all over again and holy fuck he has no idea what he’s doing.
“Robin,” Tim whispers, his voice hoarse and shaky. “Robin, it’s not safe here. We’ve gotta move.”
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Robin has been missing for just over a week when Tim finds him in that warehouse, hollowed out by the Joker and discarded like a broken thing.
(a what if scenario that i can only WISH actually happened fiewopfewa tim is so great i love the little guy <3)
Short-Term Memory Loss (Leads to Long-Term Sibling) by Vamillepudding
Jason's attack on Titans Tower goes a little differently than expected. When Jason wakes up, the last thing he can remember is being fifteen and having breakfast with Bruce. So why is this strange kid telling him he's actually someone named the Red Hood? Why does the kid look eerily like Bruce? And why does he have bruises around his neck?
Or: Jason gets amnesia. With Bruce and Dick away on an off-world mission, it falls to Tim to deal with the aftermath.
(this was somehow both hilarious and heartwarming? truly, the difference between pre and post lazarus pit jason is unparalleled, he's such a fun character haha! the sheer confusion and chaos in this fic had me cackling. XD)
Turned On Our Heads by Nation_Ustria
Due to an unfortunate alignment of events, Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin and Robin are left to face an unknown magician alone.
They don't survive.
But Robins never seem to be able to stay dead, and this time they find themselves reborn into a world that's almost the same as their original one, with one glaring exception: their ages have been inverted. Armed with questionably reliable foreknowledge, it takes time to find their way back to each other—but they make it.
And then they mess with everyone.
(Bruce gave up on trying to make sense of his children after he got the second one.)
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This Gotham doesn’t know Robin, not yet. Robin has always supposed to be the light to Batman’s darkness, the comfort to be found among violence. Damian hadn’t been particularly adept at the ‘light’ part the first go around, for all that he’d been able to serve and protect, but he’d had his siblings’ reputations already standing for him to rely on. Here, now, he has to build everything from scratch—and he’s going to do it right.
(this fic has me by the hookline nfioepwfew it's so fucking funny and the robins are just fucking with bruce which is always a delight to see XD seriously, if you want to have a good time, this is definitely the fic for you lmao)
Author’s Note by Trekkele
Jason may have been trying to take over the criminal underworld while avoiding Batman until his big dramatic reveal, but he still had time for hobbies. Hobbies like finally finishing the Pride and Prejudice AU he had started before his death, and posting the finished chapters for the 3 people who were still interested.
Maybe he should have double checked the subscribers list first.
Based on this tumblr post: Jasons doesn’t let death stop him from updating…
(this is literally peak lit, nothing can top this jason-is-alive reveal. nothing)
of crime lords and literature by adelfie
Gloved fingers close over Tim’s throat and slowly begin to squeeze.
“Jason!” he gasps, choking. “Have you ever read Macbeth?”
The Red Hood stares at him like Tim just slapped him with a fish.
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With his grades slipping, Tim worries Bruce will take Robin away. So when the Red Hood breaks into his room with the intent to kill him, Tim decides it's a good idea to ask him for help on his English homework.
It works. And then it doesn't. And then Tim solves a mystery and almost dies anyway.
(there were so many times I wanted to shake Timmy so bad, like boi, get some self preservation, PLEASE)
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[Merlin]
like a purple robe by astranix
There's just something about Arthur Pendragon. People can't quite put their finger on it.
Part 1 of the brave man with the sword
(arthur is so great here! listen, i love merlin as much as the next person, but i love fics where arthur time travelled or is trying to fix things on his own, give me more competent arthur!!)
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[Star Wars & Clone Wars & Mandalorian (all star wars media)]
The Way of Conquest by pagination
All Din wanted to do was find the Child a sorcerer teacher, pick up a job or two, and follow his Creed.
Three out of three is good, right? Right?
(one of the most hilarious fucking fics i've ever had the pleasure of reading. i think i reread this 5 times by this point? din is just Trying His Best and honestly? it's working. everyone else just has to deal X'D)
Solus Gaanada by Caedus501
Ship: Obi-Wan/Jango
More things are possible through the Force than either the Jedi or the Sith ever suspected. Sometimes a single choice is all it takes to send a life and all those connected with it spiraling along a different path. When that choice is in the hands of Obi-Wan Kenobi there is every chance that history will be changed, for better or worse.
*Please make sure you have the Creator's Style turned on for this work otherwise the Mando'a won't come through properly
Part 1 of Solus Gaanada
(THE MOST MANDALORE FIC TO EVER MANDALORE HAJIFJJVKV I AM SO IN LOVE!!! seriously though, incredible worldbuilding, incredible character writing and development, fantastic plot, intricate politics, immersive fucking vibe, FUCKING PERFECT 10/10 I'M SCREAMING!!)
The King, the Soldier, and the Spy by phoenixyfriend
Ship: Jango Fett/Ahsoka TanoQuinlan Vos/Ahsoka Tano
In which Ahsoka is a time-traveler, Jango narrowly avoids leading his own political faction to death, and Quinlan's got a massive crush on a pair of aggressively hypercompetent weirdos.
(there is so much Competence radiating off of this fic. no wonder they all banged each other, they're all so damn good at their jobs lolol)
R2-D2 Saves the Galaxy (Okay, so Obi-Wan helps a little) by kj_feybarn
R2-D2 was hoping for a little bit of excitement when he was sent with Mistress Padme and Little Ani as part of Mistress Padme's protection. That was not what he got.
Now, Jedi Kenobi is clearly in trouble. As far as R2 can see, the best way to keep Mistress Padme safe is to save Jedi Kenobi.
Clearly, R2-D2 is the droid for the job.
(truly and sincerely, r2-d2 is the most badass droid in the fucking galaxy and this fic just proves my very biased beliefs as to why. the utter chaos this little droid holds in its metallic body has led canon so off course and it's PERFECT XD)
Whispers by Adishailan
Ship: Poe/Finn/Rey
They were little things at first, small like the small stream of pebbles down a mountain before the landslide hit.
He was getting better in his simulations. Not that he wasn't always good, getting consistent top marks and stilted praise from his instructors. But now he was able to dodge out the way of shots much quicker, almost too quickly, and sometimes he ducked down a good five seconds before an explosion came. No one really noticed- he'd always had good marks- and when they did, well, Eighty-seven was the first to know and could easily fake a blunder to make up for it.
Or: FN-2187 teaches himself to use the force.
(YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. I NEED THIS FIC TO UPDATE I'M CLIMBING THE WALLS I'M CHEWING TABLES EDGES LIKE A TEETHING INFANT FUCK THIS IS SO GOOD FNEWOFPEW)
The Soldier, the Queen, and the Hunter: Truth and Fiction by kj_feybarn for Gondolin
Ship: Padmé Amidala/Jango Fett/Obi-Wan Kenobi
The galaxy is a step away from war when Obi-Wan Kenobi and Padme Amidala find a clone army.
That's where it starts, with convenient wording in a contract, a broken sith spell, and a desperate attempt to turn their tragedies into a story that could catch the hearts of a galaxy.
-_-
“Now sit still,” he told them all as he leaned forward. “And I’ll tell you the story of the Soldier, the Queen, and the Hunter.”
(if you haven't noticed yet, i have a Thing for very competent characters working together to create a better future. also, man, jango has it Rough here but it's still better than the alternative! :D)
Anakin's Froggy Friend by demi_fae for loosingletters
Anakin finds a frog in the desert when he's five.
Only its not a frog, Anakin's now a dad, and this changes everything.
(i'm DEAD. i made noises no human being should be capable of making. so fucking funny, instant mood boost gaurantee!)
Waiting For the Light by Reveriewings
When looking for Leia on the Inquisitor's base, Obi-Wan finds the tomb holding the bodies of his family. In that dark moment, the Force leads him to someone who has been waiting for him.
AU where Anakin never fell to the dark side but instead was captured by Palpatine before Order 66 (few months before towards the end of the war, which meant he hadn't found out Padme was pregnant yet). He figured out the dude was a Sith and discovered a secret. Palpatine, who had done some weird cloning with Anakin's DNA, many years prior, managed a Sith consciousness copy, so Clone Anakin was sent back to the temple none the wiser, primed and ready to be the downfall of the Jedi, and the original Anakin was kept as a live tropy and donor for Darth Vader. Vader has no idea he's not the 'real' Anakin and Anakin has no idea how long it's been since his capture.
Part 1 of Pathways
(the concept is fascinating! and horrifyingly plausible! definitely my favorite part of this fic is the bond that forms between anakin and leia, it's so sweet and shreds my heart to pieces. and poor poor obi-wan has been so broken down by the world that he can't bring himself to hope for anything good in this situation fioewnfewa also, this follows the obi-wan kenobi tv show timeline, with the addition of anakin and all that that entails. def you should read!)
Ashes To Ashes, Dust To Dust by Livsy
In which Old Ben has time travelled back to the clone wars era, but twenty years on Tatooine have left their mark. Anakin notices.
Part 1 of Ashes Verse
(soft soft soft! old ben trying so hard for anakin and actually Talking to Anakin despite all his secrets. ben taking on tatooine culture and anakin Noticing. the most fix it fic to ever fix it!)
#Fic Rec#Fic Rec List#Marvel#Spiderverse#Spiderman#DC Comics#Batman#Batfamily#Merlin#Star Wars#The Mandalorian#The Clone Wars
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i know you said you want people to feel welcome here but you also said you blocked people because of dnis when you looked at their blog so do you just block anyone you don't like? i don't want to get blocked
Oh god nonnie I block for so many reasons, and the older I get the faster I use that button. Sometimes I have legitimate moral reasons, but sometimes it's just me setting a hard boundary for myself if I have a bad reaction to something.
Some Circumstances For Folks I Don't Know:
If we're not mutuals and your post gets suggested to me by tumblr, and it's something I'm really not into, I'll block instead of throwing a tantrum on your post.
If you're a stranger with an opinion on something that I have an intense (or immature) reaction to, I'll block instead of throwing a tantrum on your post.
If you're a follower and you're acting inappropriate, or posting hate, or being disrespectful toward me or people I interact with (then invite me to your blog to see it?), I'll block you. If you're normally nice, I might say something, but if the behavior appears to be a pattern or it crosses a line, you're blocked.
So, generally speaking, NO. I don't personally vet everyone who follows me, and it's not offensive to have a dni or opinions that don't line up with mine. However, if you call attention to ones (dni or hc) that strike me as harmful or needlessly, repeatedly mean to other people in the fandom, I might block you.
Some Circumstances For Folks I Do Know:
If I feel your access to me is or has become unhealthy or uncomfortable, and I've communicated that to you, and had a string of repeated offenses after that communication, I'll block you.
If you were a mutual and unfollow me first with a note or general PSA before you unfollow me, depending on what that note/psa says I may block you just so you don't accidentally follow me again, or so that I don't accidentally show up on your dash again. I'm a HUGE fan of curating your online experience, and this is the best way I've found to remain unintrusive on tumblr.
If you're a mutual or we interacted often and you unfollowed me, I may block you. I might look into why, if I thought it was a glitch, but I won't chase you down, especially if you have a reason posted. I'm just going to close the door behind you, because it's never led me anywhere healthy to leave it open. The block is for me.
So again, NO. Generally I don't block needlessly or ghost folks on purpose. I DO have ADHD and don't always process messages in a timely manner, but I won't block you unless I feel like I need to set a boundary out of either respect or personal comfort or both.
tl;dr: I mostly block as damage control, usually for myself.
Sometimes it's an immature choice, sometimes it's an experience-based choice, sometimes it's a straight up trauma response. But mostly it's just to avoid cycles that lead to my being upset, and hopefully to avoid cycles that lead to other people being upset by me.
#psa#why nonnie what did you do /j#that dni was literally telling people to off themselves over a popular ship and i don't vibe with that!! not even as a joke!!#it's 90% about trying to be responsible with my feelings and behavior while not being expected to manage someone else's#and 10% not knowing how tf this thing I don't like got on my dash to begin with
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▵ pick a fic and I’ll tell you my favorite line
ALL.
oh boy oh god oh lord
WELP in order of first to latest i guess!!
you can hear it in the silence
have NO memory of writing this but i guess anything daniel says in this fic is pretty good and uh i like this bit?
“Max would look good with a mustache,” Daniel musses. “Like one that curls at the ends. And a little bowler hat. Dashing, really.”
“You suck,” Max tells him wholeheartedly. Charles laughs, and Max glances at him. When they make eye contact Charles smiles softly, privately, like him and Max are in on the same joke.
silly me (to fall in love with you)
i rlly like this piece of dialogue:
“Your ratings are dropping. People don’t really seem to like you,” Poppy says. She’s from PR, and she has multiple folders spread out in front of her, all of them together apparently painting a perfect picture of who Max is. Or, who people think he is.
Max rolls his eyes. “Because I fuck men?” He’s seen the comments on his Instagram, has seen the tweets, the articles. It’s died down, over the last few months, and there’s also a lot of people who support him. But still, it’s there. It’s probably always going to be there.
“No, it’s because you say shit like that,” Christian says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Look, we’re not asking for some magical fairy princess make over here. Just maybe start being a little nicer in press conferences. Stop being so goddamn blunt all the time.”
Max frowns. “I think I might actually prefer the magical fairy princess make over.”
(the rest is below a read more because this got seriously out of hand lmao)
you'll be alright
this is one of my personal fave scenes from you'll be alright and idk this just??? feels so soft i rlly like it
Max is leaning in the doorway, looking like an absolutely vision with messy, wet hair, wearing Charles’s clothes, which look unfairly good on him. The shirt is a little tight in the arms and chest, but it’s accentuating his build in absolutely the best way possible. Max is smiling almost fondly at the scene before him, and when Charles catches his gaze, there’s an almost intense look in his eyes.
Charles wants to kiss him. He wants to bury his face in the exposed line of Max’s throat and fall asleep there. He wants Max to wrap him up in those big, strong arms, rub his back, and tell him it’s all going to be okay.
He wants, he wants, he wants.
heart on your sleeve
Charles pulls his hands away from his face. “Well, that’s kind of the problem,” he says, pointedly avoiding Pierre’s gaze. “See, I was kind of holding my helmet when it happened.”
“Oh no,” Pierre says.
“And Max was there.”
“Oh no.”
idk i just love this bit for some reason
glitch
weirdly the easiest one because its the best sentence i've ever written but its
Daniel opens his mouth, presumably to say thank you, but then he looks at the coffee cup and frowns. “Uh,” he says, pointing at the cup and looking up at Max. “Where’s the rest of it?”
Max pulls a face. “Soaking into the shirt of two time Formula One World Driver Champion Charles Leclerc.”
#only did the lestappen ones because i didnt know if you were interested in the lestapstri ones#but let me know if you are!!!#also i know it said line but i rarely have like ONE line i really like#aside from the 'soaking into the shirt' one#but even that one works better in CONTEXT
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[A Video is uploaded dated 4/29/23 4:46 PM
ID- A flickering, shaky camera has captured footage of a small rank of Enigma grunts is in flight above a blocky, patchwork landscape. A small band of trainers from Glitch City seems to be in pursuit. Several of them are on the back of an ▶️ A, a large red feline pokemon that bathes all three of the trainers on its back in a bright red tint.
One of the Enigma grunts commands his Kingler to unleash a "Hyper Beam" from the air. The ▶️ A dashes out of the way quickly enough to dodge it, as one of the Glitch City trainers sends out a ゥ.4 , a much smaller chaotic looking pokemon. The trainer can be heard giving battle commands.
Trainer- Bit! Use Thunder!
ID- The attack knocks the grunt out of the air, only for another to come forward and send out a volatile looking glitch pokemon. Its properties freeze the part of the camera it displays in immediately, corrupting the picture. Moments after, laughter can be heard from behind the camera as the small team flees, shouting a few angry jeers as they do.
Anya turns the camera to face herself now. She is idly turning the Snag Ball she is in possession of in her hand, grinning.
Anya- If this really is the best you can send, Professor, it seems like your city is really on its last legs. But let's be truthful with one another. You never really thought you could take me out. You're just here to try to delay me.
ID- Anya turns away from the camera again. It is clear she and her rank appear to be headed somewhere specific.
Anya- I'm afraid you're too late for that as well now. I've figured it all out. Exactly where it is. Did you really think I wouldn't notice the hole in my data? The one place on our maps no information ever comes back from?
ID- She tisks, and shakes her head, condescending and coy.
Anya- So, nothing you did actually stopped me in the end. You should have sat back and stopped yourself from being a nuisance. Just think about all the trouble you could have saved yourself. Scramble the maps all you like now, Professor. You're just delaying the inevitable.
END OF VIDEO FEED]
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Finally posting a bit of my writing here! Have some angst with Doll, Lizzy and Val!
°•°Nightmarish°•°
Lizzy was a light sleeper.
Despite this, Doll's movements at night never woke her up.
It was something she'd grown used to, after sharing a bed with her and being a couple for all these years. In fact, it was almost comforting, and she seemed to wake up if Doll didn't toss and turn at night.
So when Doll's frantic movements awoke her from her sleep one particular night, she knew something was wrong.
And as she sat up to get a better look, she felt her synthetic heart drop.
Doll was already sitting up, shaking and hugging herself, eyes wide and alert.
She could see the Absolute Solver symbol trying to glitch its way onto her visor as she took shaky, panicked breaths.
"...Doll?"
Lizzy put a hand on her lover's shoulder.
"Are you okay? What's going on?"
It took Doll a moment to respond, as she had to stabilize her breathing.
Her voice was translated as soon as it reached Lizzy's processors, something she'd developed after being around her for almost all of their lives.
Her voice held a terrified tone. And it shook Lizzy even more.
"The girls…..Lizzy- The girls!!"
Those were the only words it took to get Lizzy out from underneath the blankets, making a mad dash towards Suri and Valkyrie's shared rooms, Doll following very close behind.
The girls were both almost a year old, so they had been moved to their own room just down the hall from the room that Doll and Lizzy shared. It kept them close, while allowing them to have their own space.
Suri was the first one they saw, still sound asleep, sprawled out under the blankets. She was fine. Valkyrie, however, was curled up in a ball on her bed, trembling and whimpering under the covers.
Doll was the first one at her side, sitting on the edge of Val's bed, gently scooping up the smaller drone in her arms, holding her close, with Lizzy sitting beside her, holding a hand out to brush Val's hair out of her face.
Val was trembling hard enough to make Doll's arms shake. She was obviously panicked, tears staining her face, black streaks of oil dripping from her visor and down to her chin.
"Val- darling, what's wrong?"
The only response to Lizzy's hushed question was more whimpers and choked sobs from the smaller drone, and Lizzy frowned worriedly as she watched Valkyrie grip the fabric of Doll's shirt like it was the only thing keeping her tied to the world.
They moved out of the room so as not to wake Suri, both curling up on the couch in the living room area of their home, Doll still cradling Val in her arms, all while Lizzy stayed right beside them, extending a hand forward to brush her fingers through Val's long hair.
It was obvious that despite her limited word knowledge (and her ability to speak as a whole, as at this stage, she was still considered a completely untrained AI), she wanted to tell her mothers what had scared her.
But even Valkyrie, the twin that liked to babble and do her best to converse the most, had been scared to the point of being silent, still trembling fearfully in her parent's arms.
"It was just a nightmare." Doll reassured their child, leaning her head down to press her forehead against Val's.
Lizzy nodded in agreement, still playing with Val's hair comfortingly.
Doll, unfortunately, knew her pain.
It was something that came with having an activated Solver. Horrid, detailed nightmares of past events and fears of what was to come and even memories that felt like they should have been hers, but she knew were not.
Lizzy wanted so badly to help her daughter, but there was nothing she could do in this situation.
She, thankfully, had never had a reason to even want to awaken her solver. The most experience she had ever had with it was what she'd seen of Doll.
And she hated it.
"Go back to bed, Liz."
Doll leaned over to lay her head on Lizzy's shoulder, giving her a gentle peck on the cheek.
"I'll stay up with her."
Lizzy sighed.
"I wish I could do something to help."
"I know."
Doll gave her a loving smile, watching as she hesitantly stood up from her spot on the couch, stopping to lean down and give Val a little nose nuzzle.
This earned a shaky smile from Val, as she moved her head to look up at her mother.
"L-ove you, m-mama.."
This made Lizzy smile, clearly a little less worried now that Val was starting to calm down.
"I love you too, Val."
Doll watched her disappear into the hallway, before turning herself sideways, stretching out on the couch, keeping Valkyrie snuggled up to her chest.
"Do you want to talk about it, snowflake?"
Val shook her head, burying her face in the fabric of Doll's shirt.
She knew not to press her on it. Especially not with her starting to calm down. Instead, Doll laid her head back and closed her eyes, quietly beginning to hum.
It was a lullaby that her mother had sung to her when she was little. And while Doll always claimed that she didn't have a voice for singing, those that knew her well knew otherwise.
She lost track of time, but it felt like hours had passed by when she finally caught herself dozing off.
Val had finally been calmed enough to fall asleep, her little hands still holding onto Doll tightly.
She knew that as Suri and Valkyrie grew, they'd become more acquainted with the solver- they'd learn to control it and everything that came with it, as Doll had years before, but for now, they couldn't choose how it acted, or when it decided to act.
And Doll knew there was nothing she or Lizzy could do until they were older. Nothing but keep them calm and safe.
She sighed quietly, making sure not to disturb the sleeping drone on her chest, shifting around a little to get comfortable, very carefully laying a hand over Val protectivelty.
With her free hand dangling over the side of the couch, she curled her hand into a fist, waiting until she felt the familiar warmth of the solver on her fingertips, carefully flattening her hand, working her magic with the programming.
She couldn't see Val's face, but she felt her body relax. A calming aura- created by Doll's commanding of the solver, washed over her body and seeped into her circuits.
Doll smiled, satisfied with her work, knowing that Val would finish the night with peaceful dreams.
If she couldn't stop the nightmares from terrorizing her eldest daughter, Doll was damn sure going to make sure she undid the damage they caused.
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GET TO KNOW THE MUN
NAME?: Len, Lena, Lenlen, anything with that you can think of~
PRONOUNS?: any~ saw Winter on dash go 'agender hoes rise up' so this is me rising up--
PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION?: primarily discord, IMs and I have just... we never hit it off, and with the way the notification thing keeps glitching-- i'll keep the chat open in that circle to not forget to reply, but i'll never know when something new comes in bc the notification disappears if you have the bubble thing there, which means if i do reply it takes me so long to realize i've been replied back-- BUT i mean ofc hit me up on IMs if you don't have my discy i will try to be THERE
MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?: Celebrity Verse Hyun oH HECK'S yeah, though i have to admit i don't have a lot of... muse muse per se, i could write just about anyone i guess, but no one's burning with activity/to be written
EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: gosh, my first mumu i opened back in january 2016, before that though i'd been rping already on other blogs... 2015-16? online at the very least, i remember i was rping on paper back in middle school before even knowing what it was lmao
BEST EXPERIENCE?: I HAVE to second Ferre, the group plots we got going on right now are basically single-handedly keeping me FIRED UP to write~ but if i may be lovey dovey, my best experience is just overall right now, or most of 2023, the moots i'm surrounded by, the way i'm gradually letting go more and more of insecurities and anxieties, i'm calming down and just... being blessed by superb writing & ideas~
RP PET PEEVES?: gosh, i don't know~? i do believe if i stumbled upon them, there'd be a few out there in the great big blue, but lately i've been having such a good dash and environment, i kind of forgOT FDKLGHLF i'll add it if i can think of anything at some point
FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: same as Ferre~ i'm in it for the character development, for the vibes, for the growth, for poking and prodding at psyches and morals and hearts, or just to figure out how people interact, i love just... the very concept of interaction itself~ i do angst >:3333 i do fluff :33 but i mostly do?? i have no idea how to describe it lmao but i don't do smut, i don't know how to and feel weird about it ♥
PLOTS OR MEMES?: I'M A CRIMINAL, I JUST KEEP STEALING FERRE'S ANSWERS BC SAME?? LKDSGJFLHG lately I've realized I do enjoy plotting more >:3 i used to be a pretty wing it kinda guy mostly because plotting translated to serious commitment in my head? and the mere thought of that was scawwy and exhausting, it felt like i was suddenly Planning and Strategizing in a work environment oh god, BUT THAT'S NOT WHAT PLOTTING IS TURNS OUT FDKLLLLLLLGH i had it all wrong~ it doesn't have to feel like business emails, it SHOULDN'T, it can be random ideas thrown back and forth and i absolutely adore that, i've been enjoying a fair amount of plotting lately >:3 and have ONLY BEEN WINNING~ that being said, memes are perfect for lil spin-off/filler episodes of ongoing dynamics, but especially good for ice-breakers (if we never interacted before, hmu~)
LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: longer, i simply don't shut up~ i can do shorter, but they tend to lengthen naturally with time; i try to match my partner above all else, but there's always something i just... can't keep out of the damn text~ there are certain muses, though, that demand less text, characters like Diana are very curt and cut-off and it reflects in her threads and all that-- SO, before i completely derail, i go for long replies usually, but i can flex my flexing bones and do short too~
TIME TO WRITE?: GOSH, f*ck if i know at this point. it used to be in the evening, now it's just... whenever i have time & energy~ i don't work consistent regular hours, so there's no clearly defined work hours and leisure hours, so sometimes evenings, somethings mornings, sometimes weekdays, sometimes weekends, usually not afternoons, i do try to keep a queue going though so hehehe~ don't worry~
ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: maybe...? i don't know anymore-- KLDSJGLKGF realistically speaking, probably? at least some of them, mostly because the saying goes you put a bit of yourself in every character you create, i would also say because i have Too Many Muses so statistically i'm probably in there somewhere~
tagged by: their royal MIGHTINESS @stillresolved
tagging: @theimpalpable @crue1 @usuhan @fablewrote @riiese @repetiita @voxvulgi @heirofhermes @sw4nsongs & YOU
#;ooc#;mun meme#btw is it just me or did the beta editor change layout in a way#it definitely did =.= something about that top bar is giving legacy editor but then again who am i#wanna know what took me the longest to complete in this meme? the pic i wanted to add DLKFGHKLFG#i couldn't make up my mind GOSH#;queue
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