#*I meant it*

[renegadeem]

Still on my Valenwind bullshit.

More specifically, here to advocate for monsterfucker!Cid rights.

These were inspired by @tench-art ‘s amazing Bowluigi pieces, which have woken something in me.

[wooawi]

Adrien has this weird unexplainable thing going on where he has no memories of his time as Chat Noir. An akuma alert goes off, or patrol time comes around, and he blacks out for a few hours. He just chalks it up to akuma anxiety (haha nothing to worry about this is totally normal and perfectly okay) and goes on with his day.

But recently, he’s been hearing about these two new heroes in Paris helping with the new local terrorist. He watches videos of them, follows fan-pages to get more news about them, and collects as much information as he can.

Of course, he zeroes in on Chat Noir specifically. He’s never actually seen the guy in person, somehow just missing him and only capable of running into Ladybug, but… something about the guy draws him in. He assumes it’s a crush (and might just develop one in the process lmao). So now comes Adrien Agreste, rich and famous model extraordinaire, completely and publicly obsessed with local hero Chat Noir.

[the-wiggler]

take me in your tender arms, roll me in the dirt

Sypnosis: It's not love, but Gage will take what he can (and remain in deep denial).

spotify play lover's dream by saints amongst sinners

[title is from cover me in roses in holden laurence]

word count: 1.3k

“Fuck, this party is boring,” They sigh, leaning on the counter and taking a swig of their beer. They were in the kitchen of some house party, the sound of some Spotify EDM playlist thumping in the background. 

Gage glanced over, peeling away at the sticker of some off-brand beer, condensation dripping down his hands. “Yeah,” He chuckled, eyes darting to them, “We should’ve known the minute we heard this music. It’s downright tragic.” His eyes follow the curve of their smirk, searching for approval. 

‘Down, boy. Your tail is practically wagging.’

Gage quickly averts his eyes, paying close attention to the way the ceiling light hits his beer bottle. He could barely look in their eyes most of the time, breathtakingly beautiful and full of promises. But now, when they were dressed in some tight top that left little to the imagination and showed just enough skin to leave him craving for more, Gage feared bursting into flames if he looked at them too long.

“I thought that parties now would be better than those booze-fests in high school but God,” They sigh, running a hand through their hair, “This is somehow worse. It smells like sex and artificial fruits everywhere.”

“That’s the vapes, I think. All the rage nowadays.” 

They wrinkle their nose, “Fuck, that must be it. God, I can’t believe I got dressed for nothing.” 

“I mean you look good,” He nervously forces out, taking a swig of his beer to fuel his confidence, “And maybe I could, uh, give that outfit the attention it deserves. Could think of a few ways to make it worth your while. Upstairs, maybe.” 

They return the look with a surreptitious smile and throw back a sip of their own beer, letting the question linger in the stale, suddenly too-quiet kitchen. “Yeah? And just what do you intend to do to me upstairs, mister?” 

It’s a game they play, sometimes at a frat party, sometimes when they message him in the middle of the night to come over, and they spend the hour making “small talk” before they inevitably end up in bed again. Always playing coy, dancing around what they really wanted. Teasing him and pushing him until he took the final step. It made Gage’s head spin. 

“Oh? You want me to say it here? In the kitchen?” He feigns disbelief, placing his beer bottle down, placing it on his chest in astonishment, “You absolute heathen!”

Mocking, joking, in an attempt to break the blatantly brewing sexual tension.

He’s still learning to get over his people-pleasing propensities, learning to ask for what he wants directly and accepting the consequences. But it’s a work in progress, and when faced with his friends-with-benefits that he’s not in love with, his resolve crumbles and all he knows is to beat around the bush, to laugh off any sense of intimacy between them, to hide any semblance of yearning on his part. 

“Hmm,” They smile, enigmatic as the Mona Lisa. Putting down their beer and moving to face him, they crowd him against the countertop, pressing their barely covered chest to his, eyes slowly dragging up, lingering, very pointedly, on his lips before meeting his gaze, “Me? A heathen? You’re the one who’s been staring at me all evening, don’t think I haven’t noticed.” The words whispered against his lips, softly, their lips grazing against his for the briefest of seconds before pulling away, like it was a secret only for the both of them. 

Cause at the end of the day, that was all it was, wasn’t it? They were each other's dirty secret, whispered under the loud music of a frat party, said in the silent looks sent across the room. And Gage was fine with that, really, he was. The physical satisfaction of feeling them close to him, sending waves and waves of pleasure coursing through him, sneaking out of their room even before the sun had risen, hiding away in closets and watching them flirt with other people, just for him to end up in their bed again. He was absolutely ok with that. 

That’s what he tells himself, at least, as he surges forward, closing the distance between them with one hand cupping their face, the other dropping down to their waist, removing any semblance of space between them.  

They move in tandem, lips moulding and bodies pushing against each other. God, they tasted good, like beer and passion and wanton lust. He was addicted to the taste, addicted to them, their hands roaming his body, their body grinding against his. An erotic display of bodies moving against each other, grasping desperately where they could, tiny gasps and moans entirely too inappropriate for the back of some frat boy’s kitchen.

They part, eyes still closed, his lips desperately chasing theirs. “Shall we, uh, adjourn to the bedroom, my liege?” Even now, even when they’ve made clear their desires, will he continue to hide the hopeless pining of his heart. Because this isn’t what he wants, not really, no matter how much he lies to himself, tells himself otherwise.

He wants to kiss them because he wants to, wants to kiss them over morning breakfast, wants to be greeted with their sweet smile when he comes home from work, wants to learn the quiet, intimate, inconsequential details of their everyday life, wants to become so intertwined with them that he teetered on the very edge of losing himself. 

Most importantly, he wanted them to love him the way he loves them.

But that’s for another night.

For now, he revels in their breathless chuckle, letting them pull him through the throngs of drunkards into some random’s bedroom. There, they push him onto the bed, grinning deviously as he lets out a quiet oof before climbing on top of him and continuing their heated kiss. His hands move to tug at their hair, swallowing the groan that falls from their lips while they move to slip under his shirt, cold hands against his warm body making him shudder. 

“Watch the hands,” He breathlessly warns as they part, even as he quickly pushes his sweater over his shirt, “Oh- fuck- wait, my sweater uh- a little help please?” They snort, breaking the mood momentarily as they carefully manoeuvre his sweater over his head. 

“Ok, ok quit laughing, asshole,” He complains, tugging at the hem of their tight shirt, “C’mon, off. S’not fair I’m the only half-dressed one here.” 

“Wait.” They mutter, moving their head down to press a light kiss to his neck, forcing a gasp through Gage’s lips. They continue their assault on him, pressing soft kisses all over his body, marking him, smiling against his soft body as he falls apart under their ministrations. 

And maybe one day, Gage will ruin this perfectly good arrangement, maybe tomorrow, maybe next week. But for now? For tonight? When they’re worshipping him like this, sweet praises falling from those kiss-bruised lips? When their hands are pressed against his sweaty body? Gage will tell himself that maybe, just maybe, they feel the same way he does, that they want him the way he does. 

That maybe their heart also threatens to burst when they hear him laugh, that they search for him in every room without even meaning to. That every joke they tell is just to hear him laugh, that every love song seems to have that one specific line that so perfectly describes him, that they have a secret playlist for him that they listen to in the dead of night. That every kiss they press to his body is an admission of love, of adoration for his entire being. 

He lets himself forget, momentarily, that this is all a dream, that in the morning (if they even stayed that long) this would be over; that the love and ecstasy he feels is only a means to an end for them, a temporary distraction for his aching heart. 

For tonight, he forgets. 

[damian-al-ghul-wayne]

okay HOW TALL ARE YOU I NEED TO KNOW IF I BEAT YOU. I DID NOT BEAT IMPULSE.... BUT PLEASE GOD LET ME BEAT DAMIAN WAYNE IN HEIGHT PLEASE I WILL NEVER LIVE THIS DOWN IF I DON'T

-🌺

Do I really have to tell you.............

4'5

[mxrcusflint]

objects in mirror may be closer than they appear

Oliver squinted against the glare of the setting sun. Flint’s shadow stretched far on the grass – he’d grown even taller since the end of the school year – and although Oliver seethed at his counterpart getting the best of him yet again, he felt his face heat at the slip-up of familiarity.  “So what?” Oliver said. Flint shrugged, slinging his broom over a shoulder. “Dunno. You should call me Marc from now on. All my friends do.” “We’re not friends, Flint.” Oliver said, confused and at a loss as to what they were talking about anymore. “Of course not,” Flint laughed — what was amusing, Oliver couldn’t tell — and began to walk back to the camp grounds. “But good competition respects good competition. Right, Oliver?”

Read Chapter 1 on AO3

[skoulsons]

Joel slept on his right side so that he could hear Ellie. So that if something happened or if she was in danger, he’d know. It’s why he never faced her with how they slept.

But he turned over that night. He was asleep on his left side, not able to hear as well. Not able to hear when Henry and Sam came in and held them at gunpoint. He turned over because he got comfortable-

[supemaeve]

I was worried about you. I had a bad night. This teflon shit, it might work for everybody else, but now with me.

[catastrxblues]

katniss and i relate to this song very much by the way

[devils-after-both-of-us]

My love, one day we will walk hand in hand into the distant light of a peaceful future with our loved ones, to live and love as we please.

For now, and for as long as you need (or must), I am content to sit here in the dark, so long as it's with you.

[buckthefutcher]

everything still feels very weird after yesterday. the eyes of the whole country and even the passing attention of the rest of the world on our quiet little town? one of the kids still critical in hospital is my cousin's friend, she's the older sister of one of the kids who has already died. like it's going to hang over this town forever, traumatise a whole generation of kids and parents. and literally for what. why.

[phykoha]

Where is the happily in HEA?¿?

HGFSHFGDHFGSHFSD IT'S THERE!!! I just don't talk about it much because the hurt is what I live for hfsjgfsdhf

but fr, HEA is more of a healing AU. Bad things have happened and those bad things are affecting our beloved big guys, but they'll heal.

Healing won't make the bad things disappear, and the scars from such things will always be there. But they'll be more bearable...

[skajador]

head empty only parado and emu gamer comic drawovers

[azurewishing]

Cold epic wub eats raw meat. Same with earth epic wub

[love-as-simple-as-shaving-soap]

the chenford withdrawal hit so bad last night that i began writing a half-crazed chaotic out-of-order outline for a multi-chapter angsty amnesia fic...

like 1) i don't even have an ao3 and 2) i know i don't have the discipline to churn out a multi-chapter fic... what am i doing lol

[faerociousbeast]

if you cant handle spicy food dw i can eat it for you

but your tolerancell have to be going up anyway when i stick my tongue in your mouth immediately after

[crispysnake]

guys guys guys Vax and Keyleth were within the same 5ft square as eachother RAHHHHHHHHHHHH