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sugar and vice, pt. 15 [mob!tasm!peter x fem!reader]

summary: what’s worse - a painful truth or a beautiful liar?

words: 5.6 k

chapter warning: trigger warning - *tw sa* - pls read at your own risk. John Walker (is officially a c*nt trigger warning). ANNNNNNGST. Mean awful words.

series warnings: mob-typical violence, bang bang shoot shoot, whump. hurt/comfort. s*xu*l situations. spousal ab^se. family trauma. dr^g use. coercion. manipulation. kidnapping. gore. blood. toxic/yandere!peter (maybe, sorta), negative self talk, shameless forced proximity trope. ‘only ten one bed oops’ trope, imprisonment. slowest burn. a dash of questionable and/or morally grey intentions. extremely toxic relationships.

This version of TASM Peter is not canon. The relationships and characters here are not healthy.

Don't date a mob boss.™️

18+ You’re responsible for your own media consumption, but if you don’t remember when Shia LeBeouf was just Louis Stevens then I’m not sure this content is right for you.

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Part 15

She was inches off the ground, her feet kicking wildly. It was no different than a noose around her neck. John dragged her like a ragdoll into a wide bathroom stall. With his beefy hand clamped around her jaw, tight enough to crush it, he shut and latched the partition door.

The forced proximity caused her to mewl louder, hyperventilating in his grip. He lifted her further off the floor by the shoulders and slammed her against the tiles, expelling the air from her lungs.

He was stronger than she remembered, his grip exponentially more painful. He’d no doubt logged extra hours in the gym, just like he used to, between his time at work and his time violating her.

She was weaker than she remembered, clawing helplessly at his arms with her shoulders pinned against the wall. Shrinking with terror at the feral look in his eye. Eventually, she went limp in his hold, submitting to her fate. She trembled uncontrollably, gasping through her nose, with her toes barely touching the tops of his feet.

Just like old times.

“There you are!” he cheerfully cooed, with a tone that reminded her of the way two old women greet each other on Easter Sunday.

His hand cemented her mouth closed while his forearm crushed her chest like a steel beam. “I’ve been worried sick about you, Peach. You haven’t answered my texts... my calls...” He grinned sadistically, with a festive tone. “I was beginning to think you’d fallen off the face of the Brooklyn Bridge!”

She had nightmares like this, where a scream tore at her throat but couldn’t break free. If she could, it would’ve pierced their eardrums. The panic in her eyes was shriller than sirens. Her heart drummed nearly as loud as the muffled music in the bar outside. Terror gripped her, and all he could do was laugh.

If she could scream, it would be one name: Peter.

As if John could read her mind, he narrowed his gaze, eyes darkening. Threatening. Daring her. “Now. I’m gonna move my hand so we can chat. And if you do so much as sneeze too loudly, I’ll drown you in that toilet bowl down there.”

She shuddered, tears spilling down her face. She sobbed. But she quit struggling.

“Atta girl,” he purred with a wicked smile. Licking his lips, he wiped a tear away with the pad of his thumb. “Here we go.” Slowly, he loosened his grip, letting his palm slide down her chin and his fingers wrap dangerously around her throat.

She gaped up at him, wet eyes glimmering in the fluorescent light.

“So,” he said, glancing between her petrified eyes and trembling lips. “What gives, Peach? Did you forget about me already?”

“John, please—”

He constricted his hand around the base of her neck. She pictured a python suffocating its prey, squeezing slowly until every bone shattered.

“I can’t help but feel like you’ve been ghosting me,” he said unnervingly lightheartedly. “Be honest. Was it something I said?”

She panted in short breaths. “Nonono, you don’t understand—I’m-’m trying to protect you!”

He tightened his grip.

“It’s the truth! You don-don’t understand—something is wrong... Peter is—he-he’s capable of things that-that humans shouldn’t be capable of!”

He curled a brow upwards, intrigued.

“I’ve seen it! It’s... it’s like the devil. I-I don’t know. He’s-he’s not human, John. I’ve seen him almost rip a man’s head off with his bare hands. Please, he’s... he’s not right—”

“You tellin’ me bedtime stories, Peach?”

“Nooo,” she sobbed, shaking her head. He allowed her the space to do so. “I’m not, I swear! He-he can’t be stopped...I don’t know what he’ll do to me if he finds out— I don’t know what he’ll do to either of us—”

“Shh,” he whispered, his eyes softening. He wiped another tear from her cheek. “It’s okay, I got ya.” He stroked her face sweetly. It made her skin crawl—a cruel imitation of kindness. “I’m sure you’ll be fine. You just gotta use that silver tongue of yours.”

She gulped at his insinuation.

“Speaking of which, you blow ‘em yet?” He sneered with a smile that made her nauseous, with an overemphasis on each syllable, “Come on, Hun-ney.” He wiped across her lower lip with the pad of his thumb, narrowing his eyes into slits. He breached her mouth, and she loathed the foul taste of his finger. “I know you’ve got what it takes.”

She went stiff. Felt cold and clammy. Like her skin wasn’t attached to her muscles. She didn’t want to wear it anymore.

“Well,” John pouted, pulling his thumb away, “if you’re not willing to play, I’ll have to resort to other measures. Guess I’ll have to settle for the kid.”

Her eyes flashed with anger. “Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare touch Bella—”

“I’m not talkin’ about Bella,” he snickered. “And not any of your slutty sisters either.” Her brows pinched together anxiously. “I’m talkin’ about the other kid—Miles Morales.”

Her breath hitched in her throat. A Cheshire smile stretched his face like an evil clown out of a horror movie. “Fucked up what happened to his family,” John mused with faux sympathy. “If anyone ever knew where to find him, he’d be in real danger.”

Her glossy eyes widened and her blood went cold. He didn’t need to choke her. She was being strangled by a mix of terror and rage, cutting off her air supply. She thought she was going to pass out.

“You can’t do that,” she whispered in shock. He tilted his head, glaring through slitted eyes. “He’s... he’s just a kid. He’s not even a part—”

“Oh, please,” he chuckled darkly. “Don’t tell me you’re that stupid. No one’s gonna believe that he’s some innocent bystander. Especially not the cops in this city.”

Her upper lip curled. “You’ll never prove anything.”

“I don’t have to,” John said under his breath. His voice was as soft as a cloud, and his eyes turned to ice. “All I have to do is call for backup. Lotsa things happen when the police get involved. Miscommunication. Accidents.”

He let the words sink in, as if holding for a dramatic pause. He leered down at her maliciously, like he’d just delivered a punchline. Her sense of reason detached from her own body. A fresh swell of rage rose in her, boiling the blood in her veins.

She barely recognized her own voice, or the poisonous sound of her fury. “If you come near Miles, you’re a dead man,” she seethed, almost breathless with anger. “Peter will kill you.”

John’s smile melted at her insolence, staring at her with disbelief. Rage spread through him.

She recognized that look. Knew it well, like an old friend. This was usually the part where he’d flatten her with the back of his hand.

She expected it. Welcomed it. She was convinced that it would have been worth it.

Instead, he pulled back his chin, studying her with scrutiny. “Wow,” he scoffed in disgust. “Parker got you good. He’s your knight in shining armor, isn’t he?”

He released her weight, letting her stand on her own, but kept his forearm against her chest. With the other hand, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a smartphone. Tapping in a code, he unlocked the screen and held it up to her view. She blinked rapidly, her eyes struggling to focus on the harsh blue light.

The image that came into view baffled her. It looked like a red paint can had exploded. But she knew who was showing her the picture, and anxious nausea gripped her. She looked away.

“Look. At. It,” he ordered through clenched teeth. “Recognize this?”

She glanced at the image with a stoic expression, which looked more like a Jackson Pollock painting than anything. She flicked her gaze upwards, glowering in silence.

“No? Lemme show you the ‘before.’”

He swiped the photo away. Her eyes went cold.

Immediately, she recognized Peter. If you had asked her—that was the first thing she saw. He was in some kind of nightclub, maybe in a part of Web that she hadn’t seen.

His face was partially obscured. But if you had asked her, she could tell you with certainty that it was Peter. That jutted jaw sporting a beard he’d worn up until today. That sharp nose. The prominent Adam’s apple in his throat. She’d recognize them anywhere.

If you had asked her, he looked disheveled in a way she couldn’t recognize. His hair was wild. Black shirt slightly askew, hanging too loosely like he spent time in a mosh pit.

But if you had asked her at that moment, she wouldn’t say anything. She was unable to speak.

She was utterly frozen, staring horrified at the half-naked woman on his lap. The woman was wearing nothing but a thong and tiny slivers of fabric that barely contained her breasts. She straddled him, fingers laced around the buttons of his shirt.

He didn’t look upset by it. Not one bit.

Didn’t look concerned at all. Instead, his head was thrown back in what appeared to her as ecstasy. She’d recognized that expression. She’d seen it from that same angle. It had only been a couple of days since she was sitting where that woman sat.

A sharp line formed between her brows. It had only been a couple of days.

This photo was taken with a long lens from a hidden angle. Someone had been spying on him. Watching him, unseen. Recently, too—there was a watermark of a date in the corner of the image.

It had only been a couple of days ago.

She was numb. She didn’t need to look up at John to see him beaming down at her. The color was draining from her face, her natural hue turning greener every second. Viciously, he flicked his thumb, displaying another image.

This one had them locked in a filthy kiss.

The next one had his lips latched to her chest.

The next one had his hands cupping her ass. Thumbs toying beneath the waistband of the silver thong she was wearing.

The next one had those hands buried in the woman’s hair—that gorgeous woman with her giant tits and flawless body. Perfect ass hoisted in the air as she bent her knees on either side of his thighs. Her tongue licked the flesh of Peter’s exposed chest.

Although Honey’s eyes told her it was a still image, her brain projected a motion picture. Her mind crafted each frame, imagining this woman trailing down his sternum until she connected with the hard, thick line in his lap.

In her memories, she could vividly see his eyes, but now they were staring at this woman. Burning her with a hungry gaze. Speaking filthy vows as he worked himself with his own hand. Worshiping her like she was a goddess.

“Aww, how sad,” John hummed, relishing in her pain.

When had she started crying?

“Now, check this out. Lemme show you the ‘after.’”

Another flick of his thumb revealed a wider image of the painting. She gasped with horror as she recognized the paint splatter as human remains. It was all that was left of the woman. Body parts and organs spread across a room like disjointed puzzle pieces. Her mouth fell open in a silent gag as her stomach pitched.

John snorted with a chuckle, “Geez, I can’t imagine the cock on this guy. Talk about splitting a woman in half, eh?”

Her heart crumbled. Her mind was shattered. Like the piano against the wall. Like that guard’s spine. Like the bloody mess of the man who’d kidnapped her. The whole world was red.

“Did he tell you about Gwen?”

Her heart skipped at the sound of her name. Her eyes darted up to John’s—stunned. How did John know about the woman of Peter’s dreams—the other other woman in his fantasies? She gazed at him in disbelief. He snickered.

“Did he tell you they were married?”

Another stab to her heart. A phantom limb severed.

“Did he tell you how she died?”

Another stone placed on her chest. She felt her lungs compress and buckle.

“Did he tell you how he murdered his own wife?”

Now, she was nothing. Less than nothing. Pulverized. Crushed to dust. Ground into the dirt. No more a body than the bloody painting of Peter’s mistress.

“You know what’ll happen to me if something happens to Miles?” John said.

He hooked a finger under her chin, pulling her gaze up to his. It was effortless. She had no fight left in her body. She was clay in his hands to mold however he wanted. A jellyfish washed up on shore. She had never had a backbone.

“Absolutely nothing,” he breathed, fixing her with a cruel smile. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, but she couldn’t feel them anymore. Couldn’t feel anything.

“I won’t be the one that Parker goes after. It’ll be you. His sweet, saintly, slutty snake.”

She stared with lifeless eyes, like playing possum. That was a mistake. She knew it wasn’t any fun for John if he couldn’t see her suffer. He wouldn’t be sated.

“Oh. One more thing. You forgot this.” He put his phone back in his pocket, retrieving another one. Her eyes went wide. It was hers—the one she kept hidden in her bedroom. “Can’t leave this lying around just anywhere,” he glowered.

She felt an iron grip on her thigh. She gasped sharply, but he cupped her mouth and sealed off the cries. Viciously, he wrenched up her thigh, pulling her legs apart. His fingers groped beneath the hem of her dress. A scream bubbled up in her throat as he shoved his hand into her underwear.

“Gotta make sure you keep this close,” he sneered through gritted teeth. Cold glass was placed crudely against her flesh, sending a chill that penetrated every cell in her body. In her mind, she thrashed, shrieked, kicked, hollered, scratched, bit, punched, yelled, clawed, bludgeoned, and punctured. But aside from sobbing, her body did nothing.

Just like old times.

When he retracted his hand, her limbs were rubber. If his hand on her mouth hadn’t nailed her to the wall, she would’ve collapsed.

Instead, he leered down at her, feasting on her anguish and relishing her torment.

He smirked.

There was no need for threats. No need to worry about her at all. She was broken. Weak. She would fall apart if he pushed her—a dandelion in a hurricane.

He released her, letting her knees buckle. She slid down the wall, trembling, crumbling beneath the toilet bowl. She winced at the uncomfortable feeling of a foreign object between her thighs.

“You run along now,” he muttered, undisturbed. “You’ll be okay as long as you can manage to keep your legs closed.”

Peter leaned back against the wall, letting the coolness seep into his scalp. His eyes were closed as he hummed a tune playing on the jukebox. Every breath was measured steadily, trying to shut out the noises around him.

He’d almost lost it. Again.

And while he was dreaming up violent pictures and all the different ways he could slaughter the two drunkards—who had smartly disappeared—he felt the sensation of an icy breeze tickling his body. It started gentle, like a gust of late autumn wind against bare skin. A moment later, the temperature plunged. It was excruciating, stab wounds all over his skin like he’d been dropped into a frozen river.

His eyes opened wide, a gasp filling his lungs. A chill he hadn’t felt in years shot down his spine. His gaze darted across the room, frantically searching. And then he spotted her—his girl stomping across the bar, rushing towards the exit. Her shoulders were rigid, arms wrapped tightly around herself, head down. She was a few paces away from sprinting. He could smell her tears from here.

His eyebrows pinched together. “Honey?”

She stopped for nothing. Scampered on shaky legs and unsteady heels out onto the sidewalk. Frozen tear tracks decorated her cheeks like glitter. She could hear Peter calling after her. The sound of his voice made her want to rip her face off.

A bomb of vile fury— ugly, savage, and raw— had been set off beneath her ribs. Rage vaporized her insides, burning blisters across her heart. A firestorm in her stomach and chest threatened to incinerate everything in her path.

“Honey! Wait up!”

Her eyes were blurry—glazed over. She recognized the shape of a yellow cab in front of her. Didn’t hesitate for a moment.

“Taxi!” she shouted, reaching for the door handle. She wrenched it open—if she had a fraction of Peter’s strength, she would’ve ripped the sedan in half.

Just before she crawled inside, the door slammed shut. Again. Peter tried to pull her back from the edge. Again.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa— what the hell—?”

“Don’t touch me!” she shrieked, voice like shattered glass.

The shrillness of it caused him to jolt. Immediately, Peter removed his hand from her upper arm, a bewildered look on his face. He blinked in confusion, overwhelmed by the redness of her eyes and the streaks of mascara down her face.

“What happened?” he gasped softly. His voice hardened to a demand. “Who did this to you?”

“Get the fuck away from me!” she screamed in a tone that was sharp and piercing enough to cut through the concrete jungle of New York City’s streets.

Peter suddenly felt every eye in the city on him, reminding him they stood on a busy Manhattan street. Flushed, he glanced around to see a crowd of bystanders turning to look. Curious and judgmental eyes attacked him from every direction.

Calming himself, he lowered his voice. “Honey, talk to me. What happened?”

Her eyes were wild. “Where’s Bella?”

“What?”

“Where is she, Peter? Where did you take her?!”

He curled a brow upwards, studying her, becoming more disturbed by her erratic outburst. “We talked about this,” he said placatingly, “I told you she was safe—”

“All you told me was that you took my family out of their home and hid them away from me!” She roared with a sharp, accusatory tone, “What did you do to them?! Where are they?! What did you do with my baby niece?!”

Compared to her, he was a whisper in the wind. “Honey, please, just calm down—”

“Forget it, I’m leaving!”

“What? No, I’ll drive us home!” Peter rushed after her, trying to maintain control of the situation. Panicked, he made eye contact with a man sitting at the valet stand just off the arcade entrance. He called to him, “Hey! Bring my car ‘round, will ya?” He hurried to give the valet his ticket, and the young man darted off immediately at the command.

Honey was now ten feet away from him and expanding her lead. The crowd was still eagerly watching the drama unfold. His senses buzzed him again as his eyes found a beat cop parked in a police cruiser nearby. He broke eye contact with the suspicious eyes of the officer, jogging away to catch up to her.

She turned a corner just as he approached. “Honey, I said I’d drive you—”

“I’m not going anywhere with you!” she hissed. He jumped into her path, fighting the urge to make contact.

“Wait a minute—!”

“Get away from me!” she hollered, her voice cracked and ravaged with cries. She stopped and backed up, putting several feet between them. A couple that was passing by slowed to a stop to watch. As did a senior man walking his dog. As did an off-duty driver watching from his cab.

Peter could recognize a power shift when he saw one. Now, standing on Fifth Avenue with her screaming her head off in front of a growing audience, she had all the power in the world.

He breathed heavily through his nose, his voice barely above a whisper, “Please, just slow down. Lower your voice. Tell me what’s wrong—”

“Or what?” she snapped, her volume still teetering on hysteria. “You’ll kidnap me again?” She was louder than a jet engine.

He felt faint, with the constant sirens in his mind alerting him to impending danger. He was defenseless.

“You're gonna throw a bag over my head and put me in the trunk?” she hissed. “In front of all these people?”

He swallowed hard, stomach twisting. Skin burning from dirty looks in the crowd. Cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

“That’s your weakness, isn’t it?” she speared him, relentless in her attack. “You thrive in the shadows. You can’t survive without the dark! Can’t live where people can see how dirty you are out in the open! You’re worse than a rat; you’re fucking vermin! You act like you’re different, like you’ve got some moral code! But you’re no different than those dirty cops! All you want is to control people!”

His chest heaved while his gaze blackened. He lowered his chin, quietly seething. “Honey. Let’s not talk about this here.”

“I’m taking a cab.”

“You’re not gettin’ in a cab by yourself.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s not safe!”

She glowered resentfully, jabbing a finger at him, “You’re not safe!” He blinked rapidly, taken aback by the pure loathing in her eyes. Rage flowed through her veins like lava. He’d never seen her so savagely cruel, like she was savoring the violence in her mouth.

“You call that love?” she demanded, voice cracking with cries. “Devotion? That’s obsession! Slavery!” Her whole body was shaking, eyes ablaze. “Fuck you! You don’t know what it means to love!”

The twist beneath his ribs was beginning to throb. Nostrils flared, he glared back and opened his mouth to speak. She unleashed another barrage the moment she saw his resistance.

“You know how to fight, but you don’t know what it means to surrender.” Her voice was quieter but no less vicious. She stalked towards him, emboldened by her anger. “You think I didn’t want to leave home? I wanted to run away! But I didn’t! I stayed... because that’s my mother! I stayed there to protect my sisters!” She paused only for air. “Suffering! Sacrifice! That’s love! How dare you pretend you know anything about it!”

“I’ve sacrificed,” he bit back, his hardened defensively. His eyes were lit up by the cars that passed by, the glimmer in them unmistakable. “And for the record—that’s not love. Love isn’t suffering. That’s fear.”

She eyed him lividly, words spewing out like boiling poison. “How would you know?” she hissed. “Everyone that ever loved you is dead. And everyone left alive is too scared to tell you the truth.”

He pressed his lips together, lifting his chin. His eyebrows furrowed together, eyes hung solemnly on her seething form. She spotted the tick in his jaw. The way he clenched it tight to keep himself from breaking down in her presence.

Against her will, the sight soured her rage. She inhaled slowly through her nose, biting down her jaw to keep her lip from wobbling in response.

He sniffed, rubbing his nose briefly. “That feel good?” he said bitterly. He glanced up at her, tears brimming in his eyes. “I bet it did. Now you finally know what it’s like to stand up for yourself.”

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple sliding up and down as if he was keeping something rancid from crawling up his throat. He sniffed again. Eyes flicked away. “Pretty nice bein’ on the opposite end for a change? Or do you get off on the pain more?”

Her irritation flared; his words sliced into her like a dagger. Her eyes burned with built-up tears.

“You like that, yeah?” he glowered. His eyes flashed with anger, temper flaring. “Ain't that right?” He hissed through gritted teeth, stalking up until he was inches from her. “You love it when the bad men hurt you. Fuckin’ love being a victim. So much that you’re willing to apologize for it. Admit that you wanna be controlled! You wanna be tied up and kept! It’s your goddamn dirty fantasy, isn’t it?”

His voice reverberated off the buildings before he buttoned his lips. Nostrils flaring, he dropped his gaze to the cement beneath their feet. She glared back, but she wasn’t looking at him.

Instead, she saw that slut writhing on top of him while she foolishly—stupid, stupid girl— worried for his safety.

“You’re confusing your fantasies with reality,” she sneered lividly. “You bastard, you don’t even know my name. You don’t know anything about me.”

His jawbone twitched, eyes downcast. “How could I? How could anyone? You never let me in.” He glanced up at her beneath his lashes, bitterness in his gaze. “I don’t know if you won’t because you don’t trust me or because it’s just easier for you to lie. But I am the only one who has laid it all out for you! I’ve told you exactly who I am, and what I am!”

She shook her head, her tone virulent, “And I hate all of it.”

The viciousness of her tone gave him pause. The sweet girl in the coffee shop was gone. Her humanity was ripped from her cells. He stood in horrified awe. Completely aghast and wondering who would have destroyed her like this. Who on Earth had the power to tear apart a soul the way hers had been?

“You were right, Peter,” she softly declared. “Your aunt and uncle didn’t deserve to die like that.” All the tears had drained from her eyes; the remnants dripped from her chin. Her quivering lip shook them loose. “But you do.”

The killing blow. That’s all he needed to hear in order to posit his answer.

He had been the one to kill her. To break her spirit. Tear apart her soul. He just hadn’t realized it until now.

He heard the roar of a familiar V8 engine. Glancing over, still slightly glazed from the raw energy of their fight, he saw his Basalt Black Porsche Spyder pulling up to the curb. It stopped several paces away, high gloss shine glittering in the streetlights. It was a stunning jewel proclaiming his accomplishments, none of which he could immediately recall—or give a shit about.

Most of the faces on the sidewalk were now pointed away from them, but Peter could hear the cruel things they whispered under their breaths. Maybe they were right.

The valet popped out of the driver's side, smartly avoiding even a glance towards the couple. He disappeared, didn’t even wait for a tip.

Peter stared at the ajar door, reeling with hot emotions and dreading the next fight ahead.

“Get in the car, Honey,” he muttered darkly. Any ounce of kindness or patience had evaporated.

“Fuck off.”

He flashed rageful eyes at her. “I’m not tellin’ you again. Get. In the car.”

She narrowed her eyes and scoffed at his empty threat. “You gonna have me whacked, Boss?”

He tilted his head. Glowered at her for several moments. “Of course not.” His tone was calm and his eyes gentle, a shocking contrast to his livid demeanor moments before. He strolled towards her until she was within arm’s length.

“I’m gonna let you go,” he said matter-of-factly. “Gonna let you run. Get as far away from me as you can, until I’m nothin’ but a bad memory. I’m gonna let you go free. Let you believe that you really won this time.” Like a feather, he drifted closer, stopping inches from her ear. He whispered icily, “Then I’m gonna hunt you down.”

She flicked her gaze to his. His eyes were black, possessed by rage and whatever other evil lived inside his soul. “And I will bring you back. In handcuffs, if I have to. In chains.” He leveled his gaze at her, speaking in a hushed tone. “You think I’m scary now? You think I’m the bad guy? No. You haven’t seen me bad, Honey. You haven’t seen me angry.”

Her expression was stone. The threat lingered in the air, but she didn’t respond. He doubted she lacked the courage to do so. She likely didn’t have the energy.

She simply didn’t care anymore.

“I’ve seen all I need to see,” she said calmly, letting out a tired sigh.

Rolling her eyes, she rounded around him and began strolling towards the car. She walked with an airy gait, floating like a ghost. Untethered to this world. Empty and void of anything resembling life. “Dinner is over,” she bitterly muttered. “And I’m ready to go back to my room now—”

A force collided with her upper back like she took a punch to the spine. Before she could cry out, she was flying backward.

The car shrank in her gaze. She came to a sudden stop, crashing against the brick wall of Peter’s chest, steel beams wrapping around her. They were both flying through the air, spinning dizzily, until coming to a hard crash on the pavement.

The air ejected from her lungs as she rolled to her back. Peter’s body covered hers, shielding her.

A bright flash. Blinding light. A blast of heat.

A shockwave erupted from the sportscar as it exploded into flames.

And then, there was nothing but silence.

Her lungs felt like they were on fire. She choked on methane, her chest trembling from damage. Her eyes fluttered open to see Peter gazing down at her. Doe eyes. Wide and terrified. He was sobbing. She could barely hear him over the ringing in her ears.

“Wake up, baby... Baby, please, please come back to me, wake up wake up, come back, stay with me staywithmeplease staywithme—”

It sounded like she was at the bottom of a well.

On the next inhale, she broke into a coughing fit. The change in pressure of her airways restored some of her hearing, but she was still trapped in a coffee can. The whole world rattled and buzzed around her.

Peter’s face filled with relief, albeit short. “I got you.” His voice trembled. She was no longer on the ground. She was freezing and soaked, covered in road mud and sleet. She shook against the heat of his chest. Her fingers were icicles, and it was painful to grip his neck.

“I got you,” he repeated. “S’okay. Gonna get us out of here, okay? Just close your eyes for me.”

The bright lights of a bonfire blinded her, and closing her eyes was a welcome relief. Then her stomach pitched, like she jumped off a building.

She kept her eyes closed. Gripping him close, her nails dug into the leather of his jacket. She was so cold. Like she’d been walking through a blizzard. Could barely feel her toes. What happened to her shoes?

She jostled as she came to a sudden stop. Her head throbbed from the jerking sensation. It was like she’d been in a car crash. Or had gotten hit by a bus.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Peter repeated, terror stretching his voice thin. “Sorry so sorry so sorry I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean it—”

She felt herself crying, shaking in his hold. The sharp prickle of gravel on the backs of her exposed legs startled her. Dizzied, she blinked up at him in confusion. His gaze was buried within hers. He cradled her close to his chest.

She was disoriented. Where did the buildings go? Were they on the roof? When did they go upstairs? Had she blacked out?

“Baby, look at me,” he called to her, his voice as gentle as a lake. Her eyes struggled to focus. Her mouth opened, but she couldn’t breathe enough to speak. Choked on the frost in the air. Choked on the taste of blood in her mouth.

Her eyes went wide, gazing up at him as terror settled in. Her brain started to reboot, putting pieces together, but her pulse pounded as the picture came to life. The car blew up. Right in front of her. They had almost died. She had almost died. Peter had almost died.

She sobbed. Cried out his name.

He held her tight, rocking her like a child. “It’s okay,” he whispered soothingly. He dug his arm beneath her knees, elevating her legs while dipping his hold on her back. He was so warm, always warm all the time—practically burning up. She was so cold.

“You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay. Just breathe.”

Tearfully, she hiccuped, sucking in big gasps of air. “Pete—”

“Shh, shh,” he cooed. “Breathe for me, baby. Just breathe. Just like you taught me, yeah? In and out. We’re gonna take a moment to breathe.”

“M’sorry... I’m sorry about everything,” her voice broke over the words. It felt like her tongue wouldn’t move as she wanted it to. “I didn’t mean it—”

His face was filthy, streaked with tears and horror and blood. He shook his head, touching his nose to her. “It’s okay, baby. Just rest right now, okay?”

“Peter, what happened?” she cried, shuddering as he rocked her. “Wha...?”

“It’s okay, sweetie. S’okay, we just fell. We fell. You-you hit your head... and—fuck, I’m so sorry, this is all my fault—”

“I’m co-cold...”

“Here.” He shucked off his jacket, blanketing her with it. “We gotta get you warm. Just need t’get a good look at you, see where you’re hurt.”

“Di-Did I almost die?”

He winced. Squeezed his eyes closed, like holding back a scream. “No, baby.” He swallowed hard. “No. I was never gonna let that happen. I’m never gonna let that happen, I swear.” His face crumpled as he pressed an agonized kiss to her forehead. “I’m so sorry. I’ll never—I’ll never hurt you again, I swear it. I swear.”

Her face crumpled as he squeezed her body to his chest. She closed her eyes, burying her wet cheeks in the crook of his neck.

He was sorry. So was she.

But not nearly enough.

Not yet.

Continue to Part 16

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A/N yeeeeeaaaah. originally, i planned for 14 and 15 to be one chapter, but instead, we needed some semblance of joy. for a moment.

thank you so much for everyone that has given me beautiful feedback and notes and fun little ideas for the playlist—I have been going through a mountain of stuff but I appreciate you all so much.

want to be on the taglist for the next one? make sure you reblog!

take care, spider fam

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inklore · 1 year

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Exactly chile—Regarding the namor thing. Finally some good fuckin food. The tumblr children are not serving up the stories like I thought they would. There’s some but not nearly as much as there should be. I’m mad ! 😡

bestie i've been going through the tags on here, on ao3, like a fucking rat looking for a freaking crumb I NEED MORE FICS FOR THIS MAN PLS!!!

i see thirst for him, i see the posts calling him fish daddy, wanting to suck him dry, and yet i have only seen a select few write for him? it's a crime. it's a disservice to the horny community!!!

i need ya'll to write those same au's you do for barnes, rogers, parker, like those movies came out on a monday and ya'll had ten fics posted the day BEFORE ok, i need that same energy cmon!!!!! 💳💳

i NEED to see the coffee shop aus, dbf, best friends dad, mob boss, the coworkers au, the sugar daddy ones, the dark ones, the angst ones, the tortured lovers, the friends to lovers, the childhood friends, the enemies to lovers, the band aus that i know ya'll love sm, the accidental baby having ones, the marriage of convenience, the most unhinged nasty thirst that'll have me laid up for an hour after reading it I NEED IT ALL!!! PLEASE <3

#ima start bullying yall (and myself) because this man deserves the hype we give to every other mcu daddy #also just freaking LOOOOOK AT HIM #feel free to suggest some to me <3 #namor smut #namor x reader #▸ laur answers

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gamerwoo · 2 years

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[SKZ Imprinted] Changbin: Laconic (Part 3)

Anonymous asked: Hello! I read changbin's imprinted parts 1 &2 and I'm soft for them 🥺 esp in part 2 when u see them starting to work on the trauma. I'm kind of curious about what happened after? Like Sunny has yet to actually open up to Changbin about her fears from both her past and when she sees Changbin bruised up late at night. I wonder how they'll have that conversation?

Characters: Changbin x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, angst, fluff, kinda hurt/comfort???, mentions of clubbing and drinking, mentions of anxiety, reader is a little drunk in the beginning, hangovers (no throwing up or anything but reader just feels icky and has hanxiety), food, mentions of gangs/mobs/mafias, implications of violence/murder but nothing bad happens (if i missed anything pls lmk!!!)

Word count: 3,060

Summary: Changbin thought he was protecting you when he tried to hide his sneaking around, but he’s only made you more scared of him. He knows the truth might completely ruin his chance with you, but he has to come clean sooner rather than later.

Tag list: @honeyylin @brattybunfornct @henloiamaweirdobye @anissanightyoung @mythicalamphitrite @minluvly @awkwardnesshabitat @woozarts (if you’d like to be added to the tag list, please fill out this form!!!)

a/n: so this is like half of what was requested (reader opening up about her knowing about changbin leaving all the time) and then i kinda got carried away w changbin backstory hehe sorry i hope u don’t mind <3

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You were the first ones to leave, but it was pretty much expected by everyone. Yes, you had fun, but it started to become too much and you needed to leave. Changbin could tell your heartbeat was off and your breathing was a little funny, so he offered to call a taxi before you could even ask to go home.

Dr. Haeun said going out would be good for you, and despite the week of mental preparation to leave the house to go clubbing, you had fun...ish. You definitely didn’t get as carefree as some of the other mates who were dancing all over each other and their respective mates, but you did have a couple drinks and swayed to the songs very closely facing Changbin. It was...progress, right?

He’d definitely say so.

You also didn’t get nearly as drunk as everyone else -- well, Chan and Changbin both seemed even more sober than you, so you at least beat someone -- but you were drunk enough that you did some things you wouldn’t have normally done. But it might’ve also been the alcohol that added to the anxiety that began to set in while at the club, hence why you left early.

Changbin got you into the apartment and helped walk you into the bedroom -- not that you couldn’t walk but you did sway just a little bit and he didn’t like it. The two of you got ready for bed, taking off makeup and peeling off sweaty clothes and Changbin asked if you had fun and teased his pack about dumb things they did in their alcohol-induced states.

But it was your alcohol-induced state that made you blurt out your next question so suddenly.

“Are you leaving again tonight?”

It didn’t sound accusatory, although you were a little concerned he planned on ditching you when you were intoxicated. But the question made Changbin pause his actions -- he was half bent over as he put clothes in the hamper -- and look at you speechless. It was as if he didn’t think you suspected a thing.

You sighed, sitting criss-cross in bed and holding one of the pillows in your lap, “Changbin, don’t look at me like that. I’m not stupid.”

He was stunned, blinking now-golden eyes as you because he had no idea how to reply. You’d never been so...bold. He knew it was the alcohol -- you both did -- but he didn’t think you even had it in you to take advantage of the liquid courage in your body.

Then again, he was talking about the same girl who threatened him with a knife.

Finally, but softly, he asked, “...How’d you know?”

“I said I’m not stupid,” you repeated flatly. You actually felt a little annoyed that he thought you wouldn’t know. “You know I went through this shit already, right?”

Now, stunned was an understatement. He couldn’t even describe how taken off-guard he was by your statement and your tone. You went from asking a seemingly innocent question to giving him an attitude. He wasn’t upset about it, he was just...shocked.

Changbin stood up straight and completely turned his body toward you, “_____, did I upset you?”

“No, I just--” you stopped and tried to think about how it did make you feel that he left.

You weren’t even really sure why you were getting into it with him, but you couldn’t stop yourself. You were pretty fed up with him sneaking out, especially when he knew your past and where you came from before him, and the alcohol was just helping you get it out, apparently.

“You’re not helping yourself,” you told him, somehow even having the balls to look him dead in the eye when he talked. But you didn’t see any malice like you expected. He seemed almost scared of you. “You want me to trust you, but you’re sneaking around just like--”

You stopped yourself at the same time Changbin narrowed his eyes. If you compared him to anyone in your past, you’d know that would be too far. It might make him snap.

But, after taking a second, Changbin realized you were right. He closed his eyes and sighed.

“I’m sorry,” he told you, eyes still closed. “You’re right.”

You eyed him warily, hugging the pillow tighter to your chest. The fear that the alcohol seemed to hold back was starting to rush forward again now that you thought you’d pissed Changbin off.

“Forget it...” you mumbled quickly, averting your eyes. “If you’re gonna go, just go.”

He opened his eyes and looked at you softly -- a stark contrast to the way his eyes had all but dared you to continue your statement earlier, “No, _____, I wasn’t mad at you. I was upset with the comparison, but you’re right. If I’m sneaking around, I’m no better than him. I just didn’t want to tell you anything and make you more afraid of me.”

“What’re you doing...?” you wondered, your voice still coming out in a mumble as you played with the frayed ends of the pillow tag.

He sighed, running both hands through his hair as he tried to figure out how to come clean. He didn’t think he’d have to -- at least not for a while -- but he did really want you to trust him. Maybe you knowing more about him would scare you more, but it might scare you even worse to not know anything he was doing.

“Can I tell you over breakfast tomorrow?” he offered. “Tonight’s been a lot for you already.”

You glanced up at him, “You’re gonna keep your word?”

Changbin held his pinky out to you with a slight smile. You considered it for a second, and then finally reached up and hooked yours around his. His smile widened before he crawled into bed beside you.

“Are you still upset with me?” he checked as the two of you got comfortable.

“No.”

“Okay, then get some sleep.”

‘Breakfast tomorrow’ never happened. Changbin knew as soon as you woke up that you were not okay.

The day after drinking, you were hit with really bad hangover anxiety. You felt shaky, your heart felt like it was buzzing with how fast it was beating, and your stomach had this weird warm feeling in the pit of it like you might throw up. You didn’t necessarily feel sick, but you didn’t feel good, either.

“We can order something,” he offered. “We’re the only ones home so we can take up the living room, too, if you want.”

Truthfully, you weren’t sure you could even force anything down. You just felt awful. You wanted to curl up into the blanket and go back to sleep for the rest of the day, but your anxiety even made that difficult.

When you didn’t even shake or nod your head, Changbin already knew your answer. He sighed, “_____, you have to eat something.”

He understood you too well.

But Changbin did at least keep his word about staying all night. That at least made you feel a little better. The thought of waking up and dealing with all of this alone that morning made you feel even more uneasy.

Changbin did momentarily leave the bedroom in search of something for you to eat. He tried to find something light that would be a little easier for you to get down, but there was nothing. He made a mental note to do groceries or ask Chan to do it.

“Why don’t you sit in the shower for a bit and see if that helps?” he suggested. “Shout if you need anything, and I’m gonna figure out breakfast.”

You still weren’t hungry, but you took him up on the offer, anyway. But you couldn’t help but wonder if Changbin was stalling. You remembered asking him to explain everything to you, and you were sure he remembered, but you wondered if he either hoped you didn’t remember or if he was just trying to avoid it altogether.

You sat under the hot water of the shower for maybe a little less than an hour, letting it relax your tense muscles as you tried to figure out the reason for your intense anxiety. But honestly, alcohol seemed to just be the place it was stemming from, so you just had to accept that there wasn’t anything you could do to get rid of it -- at least until your hangover was gone.

When you got out and were dried off and back in comfy clothes, you walked into the main room to find Changbin with plastic to-go bags. You didn’t know if he’d ordered something to be delivered or he’d gone out himself -- though you doubted the latter unless he asked you first if you’d be okay with him gone.

Honestly, you couldn’t tell if you were starting to trust him more or if you were just getting used to his patterns.

“Minho swung by with some breakfast,” he told you, holding up the two bags.

You half-smiled and shook your head, your eyes closing. You didn’t understand how Minho could be so sassy all the time and act like he didn’t give a shit, but go out of his way to do things like bring you breakfast.

“He’s nice sometimes,” Changbin agreed, already knowing what you were thinking.

The two of you took your breakfast and got settled back into bed to eat -- you really didn’t feel like being anywhere but the comfort of the bed -- and ate in silence for a few minutes. You were slowly chewing your first bite, trying to manage to get it down. Changbin was already completely done with one of the giant pancakes by the time you managed to swallow.

“Okay,” he suddenly said, but the softness of his tone made sure you weren’t surprised by him speaking up out of nowhere. He set his plastic utensils down in the tray and looked at you beside him, “I promised to explain everything. Did you still want me to or are you not ready for that today?”

He could tell you were surprised that he brought it up, and he chuckled when he saw your expression -- wide eyes, raised eyebrows, and frozen mid-cut into your pancake as you looked at him.

“I get it if you’re not feeling up to it today,” he told you. “I know you’re not feeling the best.”

You shook your head before he had time to back out.

He sighed, “Okay, but... Just know I didn’t tell you anything because I was afraid of scaring you away, okay?”

You nodded.

“I didn’t think that not knowing would be just as scary,” he chuckled to himself, looking down at his lap as he shifted to get more comfortable. “Okay...where should I start...? Shifting, I guess.

“I shifted in high school. I was already doing really shitty with my grades, and my parents were like, this close to sending me to boarding school or something. Honestly, they were probably looking for a reason to kick me out,” he laughed softly to himself, but it was more of a sad laugh than anything else. “So I ran away. Never went back to school, never graduated -- nothing.

“I got into a bad crowd of guys. They weren’t werewolves or anything, but they knew I was and used that for their personal gain. We went up against some of the biggest mobs, toughest gangs, and even a mafia boss or two. I started making a name for myself, but then word got around and I started getting hunters on my ass. The guys I was running around with obviously were gonna rat me out when they were up against werewolf hunters, so I had to cut ties and run away alone. I laid low, but I had to do some...favors to try to get them off my trail.

“Not everybody knew what I was, which was good -- at least, it’s been...coming in handy lately, but I’ll...explain later. But people knew my name and who I was. I started getting hired to...basically, get rid of people. Nobody knew how I did it, but I could do it without anybody knowing who did it. They didn’t even think a human did it. But I had nothing and nobody and I needed to get my ass back on my feet after all the shit I went through. A lot of bad people were after me and I owed a lot of people a lot of money -- and I can’t even blame it all on those assholes because I was one of those assholes.

“Eventually, Chan found me. I felt bad for the dude because he’d be getting tangled up in my shit, and then he also still lived with Aya... I figured...the two of them were working shitty bartending jobs, so the least I could do was help them with rent, right? Aya was sleeping in the bedroom and Chan crashed on a blowup mattress like now. As long as they let me just like, sleep on the couch when I needed it, I’d give them whatever they needed. I didn’t know them but I already felt bad for them. Because the thing is...I know what a shitty life is like, and that’s taught me a lot of empathy. I’d fuck up any bad person in this world without a second thought, but I could never let just some innocent person suffer because I’ve been there. So like, if I could help them, I was going to.

“Anyway, so I did that, and shit caught up to me here and there but I dealt with my shit. When Minho came around, he started getting involved because...I don’t know, he’s Minho. He thought it was fun or something. He was always a troublemaker before I met him, I guess. But, god,” Changbin started to laugh and shake his head, “anytime shit got really bad, he’d run off with his tail between his legs -- literally one time.

“But...then you happened,” he turned to look at you with a softness in his expression and a sparkle in his eye that you couldn’t quite place the meaning of. “I said I’d fuck up any bad person without a second thought, and I did that. But I did it in front of you, who was...already beyond traumatized,” he chuckled. “I made the world’s worst first impression, and I decided on the car ride home that I had to be better for you. I wasn’t going to be somebody you had to be afraid around. I had to make things safer for you.”

Changbin looked back down at his lap and took a deep breath, “The reason I’ve been out most nights is because I’m tying up those loose ends. I’m dealing with the bad people trying to catch up to me, and I’m making sure they can never catch up. I’m making sure nobody who’s trying to get to me can ever use you for leverage to do so. I know I’m doing bad things, and that’s what I was worried would make you more afraid, so I didn’t tell you,” he turned to look at you, and you were pretty sure his eyes were filling with tears. You’d never seen Changbin cry before. “But please know...I’m only doing bad things because I want to make you feel safe all the time. I never want a single bad thing to happen to you. I just want to protect you. Even if you decide right now that you’re afraid of me still, I’ll do everything in my power until the day I die to make sure you are okay.”

It was a lot to wrap your head around, and you were still trying to. But Changbin’s eyes welling up tugged at your heartstrings.

Without thinking about it, you reached a hand out, cupping Changbin’s cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, a tear falling from one eye. You wiped it away with your thumb.

“I...”

You were suddenly blanking on what to say. You couldn’t say you fully trusted him because you still felt like in the back of your head, he could completely flip and betray you. But you also knew you cared about Changbin and, at least for now while you had no reason to, you could never leave him.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you told him quietly. “Unless you give me reason to, I’m not leaving.”

He opened his eyes, his warm golden eyes still shiny with tears as he held onto your wrist with both hands, “I’ll never give you a reason to.”

You knew what Changbin was capable of. You’d seen what a werewolf could do, and you’d heard firsthand from him the stories of what he’d done in his past.

But you also knew Changbin. You knew he didn’t leave the apartment -- while you were awake -- without asking you first if you’d be okay alone. You knew he put your comfort over his social life -- if he had one, anyway. You knew he kept putting you first time and time again, even after all this time when you figured he would’ve gotten comfortable like your ex did.

Suddenly, his face broke into a smile as he wiped under his eyes, “You’ve made a lot of progress, y’know.”

You frowned slightly, dropping your hand, “I don’t feel like it.”

Changbin kept your hand in both of his, though. His hands were warm.

“That’s because you don’t see it like I do,” he told you.

You sighed and looked down at your hand in his. Sometimes you wished you could make things less complicated, but you wouldn’t tell him that out loud. You already knew he’d tell you to not talk about yourself like that and a bunch of other mushy stuff that would make your cheeks heat up and make you unable to look him in the eye.

Changbin was chockfull of mushy stuff despite being one of the toughest and most dangerous people you’d ever met.

When you didn’t say anything, he gently tugged on your arm to get you to look up at him. He was still smiling at you as he promised, “We’ll get there. There’s no rush.”

#stray kids #changbin #stray kids au #changbin au #changbin imagine #changbin scenario #changbin series #changbin fic #changbin x reader #werewolf!changbin #stray kids imagine #stray kids scenario #stray kids series #stray kids fic #stray kids x reader #werewolf!stray kids

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starkswritings · 1 year

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I haven’t done this in awhile, but I’ve recently acquired free time again 😌 so I thought I’d cast my net into the tags again and see if I could find any new longterm 21+ writing partners!

obligatory read more bc it’s a lot of detail 🥲

hellooo I’m a 21+ F discord writer who hasn’t written much in awhile other than with one person and is looking to make a few longterm writing friends! and by friends, meaning, I want to be able to headcanon about our muses, ships, headcanon, all that good stuff when we aren’t writing, but also I’m always available as an ear if you have ooc things going on!!

what I like to write is oc ships and I love to ideally write two or three! I LOVE to worldbuild! meaning we develop these muses and ships, give them friends, careers, enemies, drama, etc. I love developing verses for them and multiple ones of that! meaning we could have a celeb verse, slice of life, supernatural based/fantasy, royalty verse verse, all of it in time once we’ve gotten off the ground with our original! i love also doing text threads, social media accounts on discord for them (I can explain) etc. NONE of those are things are required but just giving insight in what I can offer!

i love all pairing types (m/m, m/f, f/f) but I’d love at least one to be m/m so if you don’t write m/m I might not be the partner for you! :( I ALSO have been dying to write against a certain fc in a m/m pairing so if you have any face you’re dying to write against in any pairing type pls lmk and I promise I will be equally obsessed with both our ships! But this is in by no means a hard requirement or even one at all, just casting a line there! I wanna say more but this is long enough! If anybody is interested in taboo or nsfw topics (and by taboo I don’t mean anything with minors and I don’t write non-con unless it’s apart of background or a plot point. by taboo I mean like drugs, violence, darker plot points like you’d see in crime/mob plots srry if that’s vanilla) we can discuss all taboo and nsfw things privately! if this appeals to anybody PLEASE like and I will come to you!!

#1x1 rp #discord 1x1 #discord 1x1 rp #discord rp #1x1 #discord mumu #discord mumu rp #discord roleplay #mxm #mxm rp #mxf rp #m/f #m/m #m/m rp #mumu rp #pls don’t flop

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onsunnyside · 2 years

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Hi. It me. It 4am and, miss girl, I have a prompt for you. I saw that a ton of people were sending you stepcest prompts and it made me remember an idea I had a few weeks back. Sew. You know that whole arranged marriage with a mob boss trope that never gets old?? It's that, but our mother was the one married off. Our new step daddy (Steve? Andy?) has a severe soft spot for us and spoils us every chance he gets. We're "daddy's little girl", so you can imagine how irate daddy is when aforementioned little girl comes to him fidgeting and requesting to see a doctor bc she's discovered that she's allergic to latex. We just wanted to lose our virginity before heading off to college. Maybe our step daddy can teach about alternatives to latex and safe sex when he's finished having his conniption fit. "And, don't you ever let them cum inside you, do you understand me?" he snarls as he thrusts inside you with finality, filling you with his needy salvos. Disclaimer. I read the "needy salvos" thing in one of my mom's old Harlequin novels lol - bratty spice

I’ve been saving this from my daddy sorry daddy party and basically have the whole thing planned out 👹

Currently caught between which daddy to choose 😣 bc I love Ari right now, but Lloyd is coming !! I’ve already written for both of them for the party but gahhh, I’m indecisive !! A threesome wouldn’t fit (like Step By Step) bc of the storyline 😪 so I’ve made another survey:

dark mafia boss!stepdad fic survey

there’s also Steve and Andy too, but I’m leaning towards Ari or Lloyd 🌚 (may haps my top two picks..) pls help me choose I beg

(P.s. imagining big beefy mafia boss stepdad Ari/Lloyd… that’s it)

#daddy sorry daddy party #surveys by sonny #bratty spice anon #iict ask

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thehollowwriter · 3 days

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I just realized I have an oc that has similar traits to Finn- they’re both short, they don’t do well in social spaces, and they live with single parents. But there’s also a multitude of differences- like mine doesn’t have that sense of dread and isn’t a mer. He’s more emotional and is better with people he’s just an introvert that’d rather not deal with anyone that’s gonna give him a hard time. I’d show a picture of him but like…I literally based his design off a preexisting character so I’m scared someone’s just gonna be like: “Hey isn’t he just a recolor of (insert anime character name here)?” And be completely right 😭 I don’t think you’re gonna relate to this at all but I felt like rambling again..

Pls keep rambling I love to read it! You can dm it to me if you really don't wanna show it, but I think you should go for it anyways! Finn started out as copy pase of a mob student lmao. I would love to hear about that oc!

#quinn quips #quinn answers #quinn's friends

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cosmiicorvid · 1 year

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serirei swap!au !!!

some info about it (idk how to add the read more thing on mobil, sorry!!): also, there is a lot here but there’s also i didn’t add that i think abt a lot so feel free to ask me about it !! (pls i wanna talk abt it so bad)

- when reigen quits his job at the water cooler place, he never reads that one magazine, and instead is barely scraping by. he stays in his apartment a Lot.

- serizawa is somehow inspired to leave his room (undecided how yet) and open up spirits and such to help people and make a difference.

- toichirou shows up at reigen’s apartment. reigen, to this, says “look man you got the wrong guy, i’m not even an esper… but, i have nothing better to do with my life.” and joins claw.

- toichirou offers to embue his power on reigen for protection, but he declines. after some persuasion though, he does take the psychic embued umbrella.

- at the same time this happens… Serizawa is struggling every day at spirits and such, wanting to close the place up for good. but he always promises himself just one more day. until Shigeo shows up.

- at this point he’s basically “geez. i can’t just leave this kid hanging…” and promises to help him learn his power. he tells Shigeo that he himself doesn’t have powers, but used to, and knows enough to teach him. (this is the lie. he still has powers, however he refuses to use them.)

- during the season 1 finale… it works about the same. serizawa tells Shigeo it’s okay to run away, his power is given to serizawa, and then he proceeds to beat the crap out of everyone. this is an important moment for not just Shigeo, but for Serizawa to realize that holding his own power away may not be as great as he thought.

- during season 2 he opens up to the idea of maybe trying out his own power for the first time in a long time.

- i am… unsure how separation arc works still, so sorry :(((

- serizawa feels very guilty for mogami arc because he knows he could have done something sooner, but his fear held him back

- season 2 finale… this will be hard to explain with words. but!!! i know for a fact that when shou confronts touchirou, reigen is very fast to step in front it the kid to protect him. toichirou does not punish him for this physically, but does make him leave the room. this is when he meets Mob.

- the fight with Mob is again pretty similar, he absolutely refuses to fight him, but also refuses to give up on claw, though, instead of it being out of denial of the truth, it’s more a desperate cry of “i’ve gone this far, what’s the point now?”

- Mob teaches him that it’s never too late to make a change.

(bonus doodle of reigen protecting shou because … yeah )

#serirei #swap!au #mp100 #mp100 swap au #sorry for all the tags #king’s art #serizawa katsuya #reigen arataka

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carmyboobear · 2 months

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Zorrasucia here (incognito from my main lol)

5, 9, 14 for the ask thing <3

Omg hi <3 Thanks for the asks!! :) I got carried away answering these lol so have a read more

5. What fandoms do you write for?

Okay this is a long winded answer so pls bear (lol) with me!

I primarily do fanart. My main shit when I first started on tumblr was mob psycho 100! I’ve also drawn a lot for ace attorney and fire emblem 3 houses the past couple years. I’ve written for these fandoms too, but I don’t think any of it has seen the light of day.

I’ve always been pretty nervous about sharing my writing bc I’m a perfectionist. Like… I only ever wrote one shots and posted it after reviewing it a million times. That’s obvious on my ao3 lol. This blog and this fandom is the first time I’ve ever shared my writing so much!

It’s the first time I’m posting stuff that’s only gone through like, ONE revision instead of 5 million, or none at all! I’m trying to be more spontaneous and less precious about my writing. With that being said I revised ch 1+2 of alexithymia over and over for MONTHS. I’m not gonna do that for the future chapters tho!! Trying not to!!

So I guess to answer ur question… I only write for the bear rn! I also draw a ton for it which I will eventually share as well :) it’s 99% carmy haha

9. What's something you googled recently for writing?

I looked up a recipe for lemon chicken piccata for alexithymia ch 4 bc Carmy’s cooking it in that ch! He also does it in the show but I needed the full recipe LOL

14. What's your safe zone? Is there a character or genre you're most confident writing for?

My safe zone is emotional distress LMFAO. It always has been, even in my fics from middle school haha. I have the most fun writing characters being sad/mad/mentally ill, and it also comes the easiest. That’s def a part of why I’ve latched onto carmy to such an insane amount. He has so many issues! He’s just like me fr

To sum it up tho hurt/comfort is my JAM!!! My one true love!!!!!

#my asks #just some of my lore for y’all

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alkalinefrog · 2 years

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FASHION ANON HERE hahah I’m so sorry I didn’t see the question until now! Mainly Mello, Near, and Matt but honestly characters like Sayu and Matsuda or even Naomi or Mikami and Takada would also be okay haha! Sorry if the list is too long, you could just narrow it down to the first 3 if you want!

A NOTE FROM PRESENT ME: Omg I found this in my drafts and I'm so sorry, fashion anon. I was planning on finding reference photos and linking them in the more in depth descriptions but I never got around to it. I guess you'll have to use your imagination for this! I'm so sorry it took so long!

Hi fashion anon!! Welcome back and thanks for continuing such a fun prompt!

K this post is MASSIVE so I’m putting all the in-depth descriptions under the cut. Here’s the summaries of my ideas for the main three characters I’ll be doing:

First and foremost, my girl Misa!! Dude, I had such a hard time figuring out what to do with her. Unlike L and Light, who’s styles aged like milk left outside on the sun, Misa’s design is timeless. I legit sat here for a good half hour stressing about how I was gonna do this until I remembered--- she's a MODEL. She can wear ANYTHING. With that, I decided to base her style off of Harajuku Street fashion! I had to go big or go home so as not to disgrace her character lol

I'm doing two different looks for Mello! I always got the impression that his design was supposed to lean edgier and more modern, but his canon outfit is... So weird. (Not nearly as egregious as Matt's vest thing though lol.) He also works with the mob, so I wanted to give him one high-fashion look and then one crime-boss look.

Near was by far the easiest in this group, I didn't feel like I was way out of my depth with him LMAO. Boy enjoys comfort. I’m giving him a cottage-core look in pastels to stick with his canon colour palette (or lack thereof lol), plus some chunky sneakers. Did he even wear shoes to the warehouse? Like bruh, you’re gonna get tetanus.

Here we go!

For Misa: (small disclaimer though, I’m not super familiar with the subculture, so I’m basing all the looks off of individual pieces rather than sweeping statements about the movement as a whole)

The one commonality I’ve observed in Harajuku--- and the only comment I’ll make of the movement as a whole--- is that “more is more!” The more layers of outrageous clothes/accessories, the better! Here’s a couple articles I read about it in case you want to fact check outside of this!

First I'd give her two-toned hair (platinum blonde/black) split right down the middle. The styling options are endless, you can go from high-fashion to punk/goth in a heartbeat. She wouldn't be Misa without her pigtails, so if she was modeling for more editorial looks they can tie them into tighter buns.

More intense eyeliner looks are very in nowadays--- ALSO the graphic eyeliner trend would give her endless possibilities

For more casual wear, she's already THE og E-girl, so I'll just list a bunch of accessories that I think would look good on her instead of being redundant with styling

Give her those kitty-ear headphones too (and a gamer chair, ring light, and LED strip lights bc might as well oh god Misa stay away from tiktok PLS)

I saw these fingernail rings that would def suit her goth aesthetic (note from present me, they were literally silver nail covers that had a ring you'd wear above the last knuckle)

She's definitely the type to get long acrylic nails (I'm jealous of anyone who can wear them comfortably, I'd just gnaw them off out of annoyance) with intricate designs. It'd be cool if she got some stained glass window/church imagery inspired ones to fit the themes of the show

Other than that, I scrolled through images of all her canon outfits and they all hold up (except maybe ditch the horizontal striped shirts if you want to leave y2k territory)

For Mello:

Might be controversial, but I'm changing up his haircut from the bob to an undercut/bowl cut like this photo. I think it still captures the energy of his original design.

Then I'd give him these Balenciagas with studded heels (no reference I'm so sorry.)

Bringing back his leather pants in a deep purple

For the crime-boss look:

I wanted to include his weird affinity for fur-lined hoods on his jackets. We could change the fur lining to a straight up feather boa.

With that look the bowl cut I gave him earlier might be too out of place, so I'd give him just an undercut like this here.

There ya go. A young mafia leader with STYLE. Both routes are pretty ostentatious, but man's so dramatic already he can pull it off lol

For Near:

I think his hairstyle's pretty timeless so I'd leave it as is and resist the urge to give everyone a mullet

Alternatively, Braided-Ponytail!Older-Near

I'd give him a pastel-filled wardrobe to stick closer to his canon colour palette (or lack thereof lol)

Lots of baggy sweaters and several cute pairs of overalls!

Then lastly I’d give him a small collection of chunky sneakers so he’s not in agony from stepping on legos all day

Tadaaa!

Sidenote, he’d def be the type to wear ankle high socks with Nike slides and I would allow him and only him to do so

(note from present me: sorry Near's section is so short! I had planned to expand on it later :''D)

If I had time I'd give Matt a sports luxe look and you bet the first thing I'd do is throw out that weird fuzzy vest thing lol

#👏take👏mello👏to👏the👏met👏gala #I wouldn't have a lot of ideas for Takada or Mikami EXCEPT to update Mikami's joe jonas lookin haircut lolol #also to clarify; L's an example of great CHARACTER design #immediately recognizable #but we're talking about his closet lol #death note #head canons #gonna have to update that tag #misa amane #mello #near #nate river #mihael keehl #long post #clearing out my dn files 😭

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quiniiby · 1 year

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HIHIHI i see u r a terumob enjoyer.... have you read any of WingSongHalo's fics on ao3? some of my most favoritest terumobs right there!!! (if not then you got any fic recs???? pls??)

YEAHS yes yes I’ve read a few of their fics :3 “Only You” is my fav from theirs hehe

as for fic recs umm

^^^ this one has the top kudos on the terumob tag for ao3 (rightfully so) so yoive.. prob alr read it but it’s so good UGH; I’m not usually someone who reads fics w over like 10k words bcs I don’t have a great attention span but this one mwah chefs kiss

^^^ thisone is just really cutesy bluegh I hate them (love)

^^^GYAHGG I LOVE TYE . Way teru and mobs dynamic is written in this one it’s just so soft adjwarm bleughfhgg realy cutesy

^^^ very soft very warm soo good

there r definitely more but these r the ones I remember the most x) they r all very . Fluffyish iilike fluff it’s good . But LOL if u guys have any fic recs please send or like comment tgem in need of more terumob always

#asks yippee #:3 #:3c #ndo not send me. angst ones though i will be very sad.

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softquietsteadylove · 2 years

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Omg pls, i’ve been DYING for a bodyguard AU and somehow your latest fic read my entire mind and hit the nail directly on the head. WOW I’m so invested in everything you write but that one really takes the cake, i could read thousands of chapters set in that universe. But if i have to settle for one request, could i pretty please get a continuation of the mob boss/bodyguard AU based on this line: “That he is still going to put his life on the line to protect her, whether he's a traitor to both sides or not.” I would die for this omg, thank you for all that you write and please know your work is cherished by so many!!

"Showtime."

Gil switches the channel on his earpiece after hearing Kingo's signal. He looks at Thena, standing in the middle of her office as if it's just another day for her. "Ready?"

"I suppose I have to be," she answers as honestly as she can. She walks over to him, tugging at the lapel of his jacket. It's obviously more calming for her than for him, but neither of them say a thing.

"Thena," he starts to say. She doesn't look at him, but her hands flatten against his chest instead of pulling away.

"It's not too late," she whispers to him. His forehead comes to rest against hers in the quick minute they have to themselves. "You can walk away now."

"Walk away," he has to laugh, his breath hitting her face as he does. He lifts a hand to hold the one of hers that's resting over his heart. It's already pounding, and nothing's even started yet. "From this?"

Thena looks up at him, and he looks down at her. They've just barely started leaning closer when the windows shatter.

Gil has her in his arms in a second. It's an instinct for him, at this point. He shields her with his much broader back curving over her as he pushes her away from the shattering glass. He hunches them both over and rushes her against the far wall.

"Are you okay?"

He can't possibly hear her over everything that's going on around them. But he feels her nod her head from where he's pressed her against his chest. His hand fits firmly on top of her head, assuring him that she's there. "Okay, you're okay."

Gil blinks as he turns away from watching the main door as Thena tugs at his shirt.

"Back."

That's right, she has a back door installed for situations like this. But it's further from the main door of the warehouse. It puts them further in the fray.

But his top priority is Thena's safety. And right now it's either sit and wait to be found or get her out of here.

Thena tugs at him again, and he complies, holding her shoulders in both his hands as they shuffle to the back door, still crouched. He moves in front of her, peeking out and then taking the corner first. Only then does he pull her after him, making sure she's behind him.

It's chaos--complete and utter madness. Agents are everywhere, there are members from both sides scrambling to escape or scrambling to eliminate each other before they go down with the ship.

Gil rips off his coat and throws it over Thena, still keeping her as close to him as he can. She's a beacon with that bright blond - almost white - hair of hers.

"There!"

He hears it to his right. He ducks them down behind some crates--anything to get them out of the line of sight. Everyone is going to be looking for the biggest fish to catch, especially the other side, who undoubtedly know by now that they've been set up.

"Gil!" she calls out to him, pulling him to his feet as he slips in his hurry to get them out. "Side door!"

There's a side door just for personnel, so the main doors don't always have to be opened. Thena goes ahead of him, just starting to push it open. He catches her by the waist.

"Hands up!"

"It's us! We're coming out!" Gil rushes in front of her. He holds his hands up in front of him. Thena pulls the door behind them and he keeps her behind his back, shielding her from view as much as possible.

"Step away, Gil!"

No way in hell. "It's us!"

"Step away from her, Gil!"

"It's us," he repeats again. He's not leaving her, and they're going to have to go through one hell of a fight if they think he is. He reaches behind him, finding Thena's hand with his. "I'm not going anywhere without her."

That was the deal.

"Let 'em through."

Gil moves slowly. His fellow agents keep their eyes on him, and on the subject still practically cloaked in the blazer he tossed over her. Only once they're in the middle of them does he move out from in front of her. And it's only so he can wrap his arm around her shoulders, still making sure he is all but inseparable from her.

Thena looks up at him, as if it's just another day for her. "Are you okay?"

He can't help smiling at her, despite everything around them. "I think things went pretty well, all things considered."

He gets to hear her laugh.

"Agent," he's greeted once they've reached the safety of the van with his own handlers and superiors waiting. "You've retrieved the informant."

That was the deal.

Thena - and a few of her chosen people, like Kingo - will provide invaluable intel to the agency. And in exchange, she will be allowed to live freely in the custody of an agent who can guarantee that she doesn't escape jurisdiction.

"I have a name," she snarls at them, dusting herself off primly (although still with Gil's jacket over her shoulders).

Gil can't help smirking at them. They wouldn't know how to handle Thena if they tried anyway, he reasons. Just as well she'll be 'in his custody', so to speak. But even then, they both know who's in charge. "You heard The Boss."

#Pt 3 #Thenamesh Mafia AU #people really liked this one!#and I did too #so I'm glad I got to continue it #listen #a good bodyguard AU #*chefs kiss*#Thanks for reading

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it has been a While since I've remembered/interacted with any fallen hero stuff but I AM dying to know more abt suranga so pls. holds out hands.

(uhhhhh my brain is a little bit scrambled by exhaustion so please heed that there's some tough themes from the source material in this, but at least a cw for mention of suicide and eating disorders)

[inhale] ok SO

Basically, i missed original suranga a lot given i made him when things were kind of going to shit in my life, and my very nebulous webcomic iteration wasn’t scratching the itch to have him back quite enough, and round about early feb i found out retri was coming out.

So i kinda did a redux of him, keeping some of the things i had and tossing out others while adding other stuff. Much of this i’ve already yelled at with joel and mort, but i’ve never actually sat down and put all those yellings together lol. He’s lebanese-sri lankan (not that he would know, just generally he’s some unplaceable kind of south/west asian and using that to his advantage for fake names) and his voiceclaim, both speaking and singing (suranga sings! both in arabic and english) is hamed sinno (though sameer gadhia also works). For faceclaims, basically the closest person i can get to faceclaim inspo is varada sethu, esp pre-transition with the nose and the skin-tone. He’s also a little bit taller at just under 5’5’’ rather than 5’1 cos I took mercy on him, but he still has to crane his neck to look at ricardo being the giant he is (though suranga Did used to be 5’6’’ before HB fucked his spine up, and becoming even shorter than ortega makes him very grumpy).

freddie purrcury the lint monster is still there, but suranga adopts him pre-hb (ie. sidestep days). It’s thanks to fred that suranga stays with the rangers after a near-miss with the media (which i’m writing a fic up about!), and helps him grow into himself by having to look after another being. After HB, ricardo takes him briefly while he figures out what to do with himself. He’d ultimately love to keep fred but knows he can’t do a very good job of it esp after he decides he can’t retire yet, so fred goes to elena’s (spoilers for retri ending, theres a path where you can visit her ranch!!). I’m still deciding when would be the best point for them to reunite but basically suranga very sad w/o his cat, someone help him :(

however! He’s a mob step (at least, that’s what i’ve tended to default to, i love the crime found family :3 anarchist is also a good fit tho, and i’ve read through the code for thief which could also be fitting, so i’m planning to do), i debated whether he’d want to let the gang in on his identity and the base and ultimately decided yes, it was worth it if he wanted their full trust. He also accidentally becomes a parental figure to nehal, the gang’s driver, which is unexpected for everyone, suranga especially dsakjlfdksj. nehal has spud the pomeranian now, who essentially acts as the gang’s mascot. I have a few ideas about writing fic about their misadventures b/c i am very soft about them and suranga having people who’ve got his back

i changed his suit and his villain name (Argos) to be peacock themed! (here’s some concept sketches i’ve been sitting on a while lol, it’s meant to be imposing but whether it’s actually that remains to be said lol, mysterious might fit better

I was inspired by my trip to a SL temple belonging to a god which has peacocks associated with him, as well as music and dance. Peacocks fit well with his high arrogance anyway (tho his arrogance/obscurity stat might fluctuate a bit depending on the scenario). Thus, his gang is called the panoptes. This also extends to the cyranga au with @/geek-o13’s cyrus, whose villain name is Helios, and whose namesake is also sometimes described with the panoptes epithet :D if i go into that au this post might double in length so i’ll save that for another one, but thinking about the dynamic between the two and bouncing ideas back and forth brings me so much serotonin :’)

i know for sure suranga would have the speed mod, as it’s what i always pick, but it might make more sense strategy wise to flip from strength (which, ouch, poor rangers) to telepathy to play to what he does best, (yes to cape, cos he’s a theatre nerd in spite of the inner edna mode telling him not to lol, spent so much time designing the stupid armor and sitting in the library as yasmin poring over books for inspo.)

i’ve also decided suranga’s got chronic pain/fatigue from the fall in HB, especially in his legs and lower back (like… that was a four storey fall. i’m doubting the farm would bother to fix sidestep’s body enough to given them full mobility/painlessness again if they’re using the MC for experiments, doesn’t seem like giving them back those things was high on the list :V), and therefore also uses a back brace and a custom-made telescopic cane he made himself that can be extended/collapsed as necessary. He also wears a leg holster over his clothes that he can slot the cane into when he doesn’t feel like carrying it. Or doesn’t want to draw attention to himself by having it fall over like thirty times after propping it against something lol. it’s also on the same leg he had the holster for his gun during his sidestep days (and the cane also can function as a self-defense weapon in a pinch). The cane very much becomes part of his physical body language, he’ll gesture/point with it, fidget by twirling it around (he’s dropped it a lot practicing, but he’s a real pro these days) knock on doors with it, or hook things with the handle, etc etc. fhr having a bunch of medical advancements in commonplace prosthesis makes a realy interesting thought experiment about what ableism would look like, esp when chen’s (and to some extent ortega’s) conversations bring up that mods aren’t all great and come with their own issues/challenges.

He’s still a tech/fighterstep, but he’s had to think more like a tactician since then cos he can’t rely so much on his body in fights, which is making me consider doing a tactician run to see if it fits. Anyway, the powersuit mortum makes is basically a mobility aid of sorts, but he has to be careful not to overdo it. He keeps pain meds on him/uses adaptive tools around his apartment (during rebirth, it’s a comfortable flat, and one of the lower ones of the complex in the off-chance the lift breaks down, before he moves into the flat above the tech shop being used as a front for the panoptes) ie. shower chair, a grabber so he doesnt have to bend too far down if he’s dropped something/otherwise would need to get onto a step-stool and potentially eat shit if he loses balance, generally having places to sit throughout the flat in reach, heat pads, etc.

sometimes he has a habit of drinking (so a secondary vice to sweets) as a way of coping with the pain when it gets a lot, but he tries not to do it too much, and only in the privacy of his apartment. i noticed in the code diving that this vice develops because of telepathy being so energy-intensive, and that a sweets vice mc will also want food in general, not just sweets. Given one of ortega’s love languages is sharing food, they work really well with a sweets vice sidestep, romanced or friendship route :D suranga might have some kind of eating disorder alongside textural issues with food where some days he’s just not able to eat anything. He doesn’t generally do meat, because he likely never had it at the farm and is too expensive in the FEZ anyways, fish is usually ok, but pre-HB if he was having it at his flat, he had to make sure fred couldn’t eat it while he wasn’t looking lol

Basically i’m projecting some of my own crip problems onto suranga and no one can stop me lol.

Anyway, that also means he really understands chen as a fellow physically disabled person when they start talking in retri (ortega has their own can of worms with the military-grade mods giving back their ability to walk after being paralyzed by the accident way back when they first meet chen), ie. understanding why he named his dog spoon. I’d like to hc that given how happy suranga was with fred, after hb, part of chen’s decision to adopt a dog was that he saw how helpful it was for him, even if he didn’t fully trust suranga, but! given Suranga’s a techstep, it’s canon that techstep mcs used to help chen manage his mods/do tune-up (which would require some degree of trust) and there’s even an option in retri when you meet him at HQ where you notice he’s having problems with his prosthetic limbs and suggest how to adjust it so it works better, which is a nice touch - tactician steps also played chess with him in their downtime!

He’s got yasmin to hop into if his own body gets laid up too bad, but he’s still got reservations about what he does with her body (flirting for information is alright, but no romantic relationships/sex). Her being (presumably) cis, at first it’s a little disconcerting having to perform being a woman again, but the more he gets used to being her, the more he realises feminine stuff isn’t so bad when it’s an opt in thing and begins to experiment with his own presentation sometime between rebirth and retri now he’s got a bit more freedom and confidence to try now he’s debuted as a villain.

He’s always had a fascination with how one can change how they’re perceived just in the way they carry themself, how they dress/behave etc (which then led to an interest in costumes/theatre/fashion, and i’m imagining if there were powerpoint nights at the rangers, suranga would come in with a 20 slide presentation on tearing into x villain of the week’s fit, much to themmy’s delight)

He also has an interest in sewing instead of knitting (although he still does that too, it’s just that sewing is his main thing now, which first started out as fixing holes in his clothes rather than just throw them out, then began teaching himself from books, and then on a trip to tia elena’s, asks about the broken sewing machine she never really used, and then fixes it. Elena teaches him a few of the basics, then he gets into making his own clothes, and makes a gift for elena as thanks (an embroidered shawl with sunflowers on it :3)

this then meshes really well with the puppetmaster scar (in retri, the suicidal scar from rebirth becomes a seperate tag and there’s options throughout the game to convert it to one of the other scars), which has funky implications esp when paired with fate motivation as a fourth-wall break/slightly self-aware kind of step, BUT ALSO THE AUTISM SCRIPT THING (the mc/sidestep is so autistic coded, which makes sense given the author is also autistic). If you’re a baby regene escapee that’s used to following scripts and orders, once you break out there’s only so much you can do before you have to do improv, something something how do you know what your real personality is when you’ve always had to perform? Puppetmaster being similar in flavour to the outsider scar (his original scar, iirc) with a few more bells and whistles, I think it’s p fitting, esp since it works with the strings/thread stuff featuring a lot more heavily in retri, ie. more opportunities to possess people/meet other telepaths/reflect on your relationship to your puppet (yasmin, tall latina gal in suranga’s case). I have no idea how much spoilers you’d want for retri but i’ve been code-diving big time, specifically cos retri is such a sprawling beast of code/divergent story paths.

Suranga is still a pining dumbass for ortega except from afar as the secret crush route, which hasn’t changed (although he’s a bit more clued in that ortega is up to something and has to keep his guard up somewhat). this is made DOUBLY hilarious when also paired with the chenmance (SPOON!!!!!!!!) wherein you find out chen also. has a crush on ricardo. You have to see chen instead of going to hoots with ortega to find that out tho (what a mess lol, everyone here assumes the others are straight.)

I’m angling for the poly route, since so far in retri you can only set up for it, as opposed to chargentstep where if you’re already dating ortega and you get the auction kiss with argent and mention that, you can say you want both of them and there’s no issue cos actually, ortega (julia AND ricardo) flirted with argent when she first joined, and she also likes them lol.

SPEAKING OF ARGENT suranga did enjoy fighting her (if with some degree of stress because ‘oh shit, you would be so mad if you knew i was in your head’ and being an unknown), such that he doesn’t use telepathy against her out of respect even though that’s the only thing mostly keeping them matched. On the bridge, he flirts with her to throw her off, accidentally leaning too much into his yasmin confidence, then gets confused by her actually being interested and then has to re-evaluate what exactly his gameplan is with her. He gets kissed (and bitten) at the auction when he takes his helmet off, and then when he turns up at the HQ has a very awkward conversation with her in the breakroom trying to figure out what the hell their relationship is (some kind of weird friends but the argentmance route is very cute too)

Herald/daniel is kept at arms length, suranga’s his coach and thinks he’s nice enough but a bit sensory overload with all his thoughts (he can’t really teach by sparring since he’s not up to par anymore, and it’s kind of half-true, outside of the suit he can only do so much, but he can offer pointers/maybe bring in nehal?) - maybe or maybe doesn’t pick up on the crush, idk

there's plenty more to add i likely forgot but that has been an Infodump abt suranga the current favourite oc, THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME <3

#oc: suranga fernando

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MUNCHFLIX - MORBIUS

IMDB BLURB: Biochemist Michael Morbius tries to cure himself of a rare blood disease, but he inadvertently infects himself with a form of vampirism instead.

WARNINGS: blood, violence, slow mo, nipples, darkness.

RATING: It's morbin' time.

OBLIGATORY DISCLAIMER: All reviews are done solely for humor and should not be taken seriously ever. If you cannot handle cursing, crude humor and probably some offensive things, pls do not read this.

A NOTE: I know. I know. We’re pariahs for even watching this, but it’s what we DO. Now you don’t have to.

Munch: Happy Birthday Biscuits! It's almost your birthday and we're punishing you with watching Morbius! This seems very timely, given the memes. Plus it's our job to review shitty movies, so....I can't believe I'm paying money for this shit. But for once, Munch gets to go in blind!

Biscuits: We're hopping on the morb train. The meme bandwagon. The Morbus to Morbtown. Fun story! I wanted to see this movie. I was like - well Jared Leto is in it but you know....maybe it'll be like the Venom movies, not good but fun!

M: Morbius said bisexual pride? Those are the bi colors. Well that was loud. Cerra De La Muerte, why is it always some island of the fucking dead? How many islands of the dead are there? A helichopper is here, and Dr. Morb, looking very morb.

B: He looks like Jesus.

M: Don't give Jared Leto any more ideas.

An overwhelming number of bats.

B: That's not true, bats don't just mob and murder large animals.

M: Dr. Morb holds up his bloody hand and the bats just come out of fucking nowhere, there's like a brazillian of them. And now it's MORBIN TIME. But first, his back story. Back 25 years ago before the morbing.

B: He was a young, sickly boy.

M: Holy shit it's Jared Harris. This is going to become a running joke. Morb has a blood disease. He's....infected. Needs regular oil changes. Biscuits once again suckin' down margarita like it's going out of style.

B: Oh shit, Milo is dead! He's fucking dead! Oh morb is super smart and knows how to fix the IV machine because he's got big brains. And the kid just instantly gets back up. He's fine. The doctor wants him to go to a school for gifted kids.

M: This sounds vaguely familiar. Like x men. And harry potter. We still don't know who Milo is. Lucien who just almost died is now getting his ass handed to him by some juvenile delinquents. Is his name Milo or fucking Lucien??? They keep calling him both. Morbo is now all grown up and he graduated stupid young and I have no idea what this has to do with Milo.

B: This backstory is as chopped up as...I don't know.

M: Morby is still pretty sickly looking though. He refused the ‘noble’ prize. Oh Milo is the benefactor to all these weirdo experiments. Morbo has a ton of bats. He's gonna use vampire bats dna to cure his weird blood disease. Oh he's gonna inject a mouse. That mouse is gonna MORB. Science always goes so fast in movies. The mouse is deadski.

B: What was supposed to happen to the mouse? It gets morbed? To save my best friend Milo who I shared 45 seconds of screen time with! Now the little girl is dying. Get this girl 100cc's of....drugs!

M: So they put her in a coma. Because you know. Science. Oh the mouse is fine. It came back.

B: Got morbed. Now he's gonna morb this poor sick child.

M: Oh damn we get to see Milo again. He's still sick. Jared Harris is still here. He hasn't aged a day despite everyone else aging 25 years.

B: Is that the guy who played Dr. Who?

M: Yep. Milo Who.

B: Milo just straight up rejected him. No bitches for Morbius. You up for a little morbin? Love is one thing, morbin...that's another. Now a callback to 10 minutes ago.

Michael Morbius & Milo, aka the M&Ms

M: Morbius is morbin up some dna in international waters where it's totally legal.

B: The biggest thing in this movie right now is that the pacing is going at BREAKNECK speed, everything is so poorly established. They did do a good job of making Morbius look on the brink of death because I am expecting Jared Leto to fucking die at any given moment. Oh NIPPLES, NIPPLES!

M: Oh my god.

B: Oh they're putting it in his spine AHHHHHHHH. You've never had a needle in your spine, I have! AHHHHHH. He's very skinny, but when he morbs he's gonna get so jacked. His nipples will be fully engorged.

M: You can't say things like that and expect me not to put it in there. Things are getting kinky, they have to tie Morbo down while he morbs. He's having a seizure or something. The lights will flicker on and off. He's unstrapped, he was just strapped down.

B: The seedy boat dude is down here checking on Morbius but he's bad because he disrespects women. They're doing delicate celibate research.

M: Morbo is now not on the table. He's hanging from the fucking ceiling making howler monkey noises. They shoot at him, but it's too late, he's MORBED. Oh my god, he looks hysterical. He ate that guy and how he's destroying shit.

B: Like Venom, he doesn't like noises. That woman just got pushed and she fell unconscious. Oh shit BULLET TIME. It's like the matrix! It looks bad. It does look like the source material but it shouldn't.

M: I don't even know what's happening. Morbo morbed and is killing fucking everyone.

B: He's going on a complete murderous morbius rampage. It feels like the whole movie has happened already.

M: Morbo wakes up and he's going back to being...human.

B: See he's buff! And he's got HUGE TITTIES. Did you see how big his titties are???

M: You're killing me. You are titty obsessed.

(Dib: What does LGBT stand for?? Leto got big titties??)

Biscuits is a proud member of the LGBT community.

B: *dies laughing* Morbius has to make sure his girlfriend is okay. He can hear her heartbeat because he's part bat.

M: I hope he's part sailor because he's got to get that boat back to land. Oh he's gonna Mayday it. Oh by the way you MURDERED everyone. Might wanna not be there when the cops show up. Oh the FBI is here. Doctor girl is in a coma just from getting pushed over. Morbo left an origami calling card though. Which was dumb.

B: Milo is like - that sounds like my ex boyfriend Morbius, he used to do that shit all the time. We used to Morb. Morbius is visiting his girlfriend in a coma. Whoops, sorry. My bad.

M: Oh the effects are wearing off. He's doing the stanky leg. He's gotta KEEP MORBIN. Despite the horrific side effects of murdering everyone. He's gotta get some blood.

B: He's using a pouch of blood like a fucking capri sun. Like a goddamn go gurt. He's doing math to figure out how often he needs to eat blood.

M: Morbius is like - well I'm a vampire but I'm really strong and I have huge tits so.....

B: Jared Leto is not a good actor. He's gonna vibe with his bat friends.

M: BATS DON'T MOB AND KILL PEOPLE. It doesn't happen. Oh he's got echolocation too. Oh this effect is so....so incredible. Wow. I can't even describe for our home audience how cool that was. The fake blood is only keeping him good for six hours, that's pretty bad.

B: Kids, don't do Morb. Milo shows up where Morbo has left all of his research carefully unguarded. He's locked himself in a cage to contain himself. He's writing BLOOD on the wall.

M: Milo has said Michael like 80 times.

B: Milo tries to pet him like a dog, lol. Milo is just like - HEY YOU'RE STRONG NOW.

Morbs do not appreciate being petted.

M: Nevermind all the sweating and blood drinking and shit. Milo is the one bankrolling this shit. Milo just wants the morb juice, damn the consequences. He wants big titties. I think Dib called it. Milo is gonna go get the morb juice and become the bad guy.

B: Dr woman is alive and concious. She doesn't know anything. She was dead at the time.

M: Is the FBI really suggesting that it looks like a vampire did this?

B: This is the MCU, they've seen weirder. But where is Dr. Morbius? Did he kill those people? Find out the next episode of Mighty Morbin Power Rangers.

M: We are not even halfway through!

B: HOW??? Again, the pacing of this movie is genuinely jarring. I don't know if it was the director or the writers or what but it's like being on a rollercoaster with pieces of the track missing.

M: Oh I guess he morbed out again and he's eating someone. Maybe. Might be Milo Morbin. Nobody notices that Morbius is suddenly tanned and jacked.

B: I'd smash that. Say what you will but I would hit that. Nobody notices how good he looks. Did he get some of that Captain America juice???

M: Oh the FBI found him. But his fake blood saved one of them. But they're like - hey you look pretty good for a guy who is mostly dead.

B: Did you do anything suspicious on that boat? Like turn into a vampire and eat a bunch of guys? He has beautiful eyes. I don't approve of anything he's said or done in his entire life but he's attractive. Morbius is gonna morb out and fight these dudes with his vampire powers. Oh he's got good leaps.

He’s neo-ing all over the place.

M: He's got a grab bag of powers that would make Wolverine Origins Deadpool jealous. The bullet time is my favorite one. Now he's in jail. But they let him journal. They brought holy water to the interrogation so apparently they believe he IS a vampire.

B: Well he's gotta be SOMETHING because they just saw him do like a 40 foot vertical leap.

M: That's fair. Morbius is like - well I might have killed some people but I'm not like other Morbs. Also I'm about to morb out right now. Please bring my bag of fake blood.

B: I'm starting to get hungry. You wouldn't like me when I'm hungry.

M: Milo shows up pretending to be his lawyer. He's gonna be like - the only way to fix this is to give me the morb juice.

B: They're charging me with murder. Well you did kill people! You very much did kill people!

M: Ooh maybe Milo killed that woman. He stole the morb juice. He did bring him some stuff though.

B: He's not walking with his cane anymore, he totally did.

M: Now Morbo is gonna have to get out and take out his childhood bestie.

B: The movie is just like Jared Leto sweating simulator.

M: It's morbin time. Oh fucking SHIT. He's fucking breaking through a concrete wall, for fuck's sake. Oh he's doing BIG JUMPS now. Stops for a spiderman style moment on top of a building. Oh and he's got like super hearing. Oh yeah Milo is definitely a vampire. We are halfway through this movie.

B: I don't understand what is happening??? Was this movie obliterated on the editing floor or was this how it was supposed to be??

M: What the fuck is the rest of the movie???

B: Jared Leto being sweaty.

M: Milo is like - hey it's cool.

B: Milo's supervillian arc happened so fast. I don't even have a word for how nonsensical this movie's pacing is. Milo has Black Canary's sonic scream. Vampire wrestling match in the subway. The trail effect is kinda hokey.

M: I'm not sure public is the best place for this conversation. Morbo is still wearing prison orange. Milo kills the cops who shows up and even more amazing effects. He fortnite dances. MICHEAAAAAAL.

B: Hey Mikey....Mikey baby...honey.

M: The rest of this movie is just slow mo effects shots. I don't think this is supposed to be funny but it really is. I don't even know what's happening to Jesus Morbius right now. Oh he's fucking FLYING. Just...flying. In the subway. I....I don't....

He’s playin’ the base and I’m FLYIN!

B: Not sure about that one, chief.

M: Milo is gonna go after doctor girl. To make Morbo mad I guess.

B: She's so important to this movie and I'm so invested in her arc. She's reading about how Morbius is wanted for murder but he's on the bus with her. Milo is using his science for EVIL.

M: Now they're in a diner. The issue is, when the fake blood stops working, I morb out. It's kinda bad. Some counterfeiters try to give a woman fake money after she knows it's fake.

B: Morbo is gonna go exact justice. They just counterfeited! I'm not sure they deserve to get fucking murdered.

M: This is the important counterfeiter arc. Is this really happening? We need to slow down the movie RIGHT NOW for this shit.

B: They're trying to show that he's a tortured soul. He's an anti hero. You never know what he's gonna do!

M: He's gonna take their lab? It's for making fake money, not science.

B: I don't know how counterfeiting equipment is gonna help him do blood science.

M: He seriously just made a venom reference??

B: He's a loose cannon Morb on the edge.

M: How is there this much tech in a money lab. And now the Milo sexy dance sequence that is really happening. He's very pleased with his titties I guess. This is really happening. The spiderman dance sequence is now no longer the most hilariously awful dance sequence in a marvel movie.

B: They could have cut that and it would have made no difference. Why is that in here? Milo is creeping on women at the bar now.

M: Can vampires drink tequila? I'm so lost about what is even happening. They don't need to establish that he's a bad guy! We already did that! We know he's a vampire and he killed people! But now he's just out there....roaming around??

B: Scenes in a movie don't really need to like...go together or have any work up or connection, right? Just put em wherever! In whatever order! It doesn't matter. Now Dr. Lady and Milo BadGuy are at Michael's lab and Milo is like - I want to help Morbo, do you know where he is?

M: But she already knows he's a vampire so... I guess he's just gonna leave.

B: Her character is just so incredibly not important to this movie. M: We are 2/3rds of the way through. Now we gotta drag out the final confrontation for another half hour. The FBI doing some fine work here. Oh no Dr. Lady Woman got scratched and Morbius smells the good juice and he's trying not to morb out. I love the whole fucking ‘on red’ shit.

B: ‘On red’ sounds like a euphemism for getting your vampire period. They're having such deep conversation. I really feel the chemistry between these two. None of this would have happened if they cast Keanu Reeves. He also has nice titties. If you just need a dude with nice titties, there's lots of options.

M: Oh they're KISSING. But Milo is watching from 10 miles away because he can do that now. The FBI again doing really important work. They're probably the most interesting characters.

B: The CCTV seems to show a guy getting fucking eaten by a vampire. Because that's how that works and it's not grainy or anything.

M: Jared Harris is like oh no....vampires. Maybe he's gonna be like some sort of vampire mentor. Or he's just gonna die because Milo's gonna murder him. The movie has started dragging ass. Milo has daddy issues. Now there's a showdown with Jared Harris about liking Morbo more. And apparently he just knows Milo's a vampire and he's like - okay? Oh he dead. Milo is a terrible villian ffs.

B: His arc makes no sense.

M: Now more bullshit blood science because Morbo has to die a hero. But there's a big problem with your plan MORBO, because Milo is not dead.

B: He's gonna try to inject Milo first, I think.

M: Jared Harris isn't dead tho so he calls Morbo who of course runs to help him because he's dumb. You can't just walk into a hospital, Dr. Morbo. And he's dead.

B: OH NO HE'S DEAD. This character who had like two scenes in the entire movie. But Morbo has super good ears and he can hear Milo threatening his girlfriend and so he's gonna go out with full ugly vampire face on and echolocate himself some bitches.

No bitches? Try echolocation.

M: That's how echolocation works.

B: He's....soaring.

M: The flying shit fucking kills me, it's so funny. Dr. LadyWoman is dying.

B: Use her tasty blood to make you stronger. Everyone is dying in a ten minute timespan now. They could have cut half this movie out and replaced it with some shit that makes sense. He angry!

M: Can we please do the final showdown and end this?

B: I'm gonna have to take a massive shit in a few minutes so can we wrap this up?

M: Morbo is getting his ass kicked.

(Dib: He's gonna inject himself with the blood and make Milo drink him.)

M: Quit calling everything!

B: Wow this is a really well edited action sequence where I can definitely follow what's going on.

M: And not badly lit at all. Oh it's time for the MORBIUS SCREAM which apparently fucking summons bats???

B: Morbius sucks. He just got his ass handed to him.

M: Oh you've gotta be kidding me. Are the bats gonna like...resurrect him? Eat Milo?? What!??! This is inadvertently HILARIOUS. More slow mo. Morbo is fucking conducting the bats like it's a fucking orchestra. This is really happening. They're attacking Milo.

B: *sadly* Oh nooooo.

M: He injects Milo with the stuff.

B: Get morbed. Mikey...I thought we were bros, dude. All of our bro moments. Our broments.

M: Is this over yet? Milo's dead.

B: Fellas, is it gay to stab your homies goodnight?

M: The cops....again. Time to morb out. A comically large amount of bats and Morbius Neos the fuck out of there. But Dr. Girlfriend is gonna come back??

B: Did his bite morb her into a vampire? That's the end?? O....kay.....

M: In the after credit scene...Michael Keaton is here???? He just got like...portalled into a room.

B: What does he have to do with Morbius??? The multiverse thing???

M: I....don't know. I really like the bisexual lighting honestly but that's like...the only thing.

B: What...no Morbius rap song????

M: Closing thoughts?

B: This movie is a TRAINWRECK. It's kind of entertaining in it's badness. It's so insane. I don't know how much was the director or the writer or the editors but it feels like three different movies spliced together. Half of it feels like there's scenes that are missing and the other half feels like filler that should have been cut out. There's no screen time given to developing the characters, I don't even know the doctor's name. All I can say is it's just a disaster.

M: I think you put it perfectly with the first and second half bits. It's so incredibly paced, I can't even describe it. It's so insane. It's way too fast and then way too slow and then way too fast again and it makes NO SENSE at all. I was kinda entertained, I will admit. I think it's unintentionally hilarious, and honestly all the morbin' time memes are dead on. He just morbs and there's zero explanation for his random powers or why they show up and when, it's just completely random. The special effects are really...something. Matt Smith could not villain his way out of a wet paper bag.

B: It's Morbin.

(Dib: How am I supposed to go on with my life now, now that I've been morbed???)

M: Munch and Biscuits and sometimes Dib, Morbin' out.

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