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[fuckedprophet-arch]

oh he could bitch. the desire sits on the very tip of his tongue as his cigarette rests on his lips, broke down in the middle of no where seemed to be just perfect. he'd read the sign on the way in and ' shady grove ' sent a foreboding shiver down his spine. what was it about names that held so much power? was that why he never mentioned where he'd come from, he couldn't truly answer that. he'd lost the vote though when it came to seeking out a phone for their troubles. there had been a howl of laughter and the offer to switch, but he'd eat his poison just like anyone else. he'd ditched his back at the bus, the sweltering heat radiating off the high way asphalt warned him of just how much he'd sweat his ass off trying to find the nearest house or gas station.

there hadn't been a house in a mile of his walking, just long drawn out greenery and woods flanking each side of the now back road he walked. the shade had been welcomed but the suffocating heat had not been missed. his boots crunch into the loose gravel as he rounds a particularly sharp curve in the road, spotting a home not too far from the road itself. a lopsided mailbox stands -- or well leans a foot or two away from the drive that curls beside it. there deep in his stomach he can feel hesitation lingering around the idea of approaching someone for help, at least here he felt it. were these people like the ones he'd ran away from so long ago, would he have to gnash his teeth once more or would they be no different than others who'd granted him kindness? he couldn't say. drawing to a short stop at the property's edge blue eyes swint against the light filtering through the trees, spying someone at a distance. " excuse me? hello ? "

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[gutsby]

Ruined!

Pairing: dbf!Joel x Reader

Summary: Joel is an old man who struggles to cum sometimes. You’ve got time to kill and a tight hole to fill.

Warnings: 18+. Peepaw brainrot + a dash of anorgasmia. Unprotected p-in-v, cockwarming, age gap, daddy kink.

Note: Finals are whooping my ass left & right. This is a quickie.

Word count: 1.2k | Part of the Waiting Game ‘verse

Surely he was hurting you now.

Joel Miller had a kink for many, many fun activities, but splitting a sweet young thing like you over his cock to the point you were almost in tears was just not one of them.

At the same time your poor, surely-bruised walls pulsed around his hardened length, he felt a pang of guilt. His balls were pressed against your ass like two lead weights, soaked with the remains of your third release, and his mind was at war with itself—keep fucking you like this? Pull out and offer his sincerest apologies for not being able to cum? A boy your age would’ve never had you waiting around like that, aching around his cock, much less begging for something as simple as a cumshot.

He decided to go straight to the source. Leaning over your prone body on the bed before him, he was careful not to rut his hips or jostle his dick around too much.

Joel pressed a hot, stubbled kiss to your cheek, then:

“‘S’it too much, baby? She need a break, maybe?”

Joel thumbed at that space where your body ended and his began and nearly lost his mind to the pearly-white slick that had accumulated with time. Two hours time, he had to remind himself while you moaned and writhed and bucked your ass back. Your cunt was choking him.

Crying, too.

Your eyes flew open the moment his words reached you.

“You kiddin’ me, Miller?! I could do this shit all day.”

Sometimes Joel forgot you were only in your twenties. Really, the thought only occasionally crossed his mind in moments like these—or when your father, his best friend, happened to bring you up—but when it did, it hit him hard. You were young. Lively. Surely far too spry and full of life to be messing around with a man as old as him.

Joel’s guilt ran almost commensurate with his pleasure when he felt you anchor your feet on the bed and start to fuck yourself back and forth over his still-throbbing dick.

Almost.

He planted a hand beside your head and grinned. He let you fuck him. Felt you pull off, crawl up the bed a little, then beckon him back to your body, where your ass was now pointing up and your back was arched in invitation.

Almost.

“You know I can’t sleep without your cum inside me.”

And you made a point to spread your knees and look behind you with a smile as sweet as Milo’s tea, fingers drumming a beat against the bedspread in anticipation.

“You do wanna fill me up, don’t you, daddy?” you teased.

Yeah, no. The guilt was gone. Joel could worry about being a depraved old man when he was done cumming.

Then he was back inside you, driving his hips until every last inch of him was wrapped snug within your wet and velvety embrace, and he sighed. A real protracted one, like the kind he was liable to exhale after climbing two flights of stairs, or else just hoisting himself off the sofa. Or lifting you in his arms and fucking you hard against the hood of his Bronco. Any time. Any place. You were kind enough to oblige him with the best cardio of his life, so the least Joel could do now was make you cum again.

He snatched your hands up in one of his own and placed your wrists at the base of your spine. With his other, free set of fingers he took to rubbing your clit gently.

“SON OF A—”

“—good girl.”

You let out a bloodcurdling scream into your pillow and secretly hoped this man’s dick would never deflate again. Not with the way he was sawing his thing back and forth and dragging you to the edge, circling your clit like you were the single most precious thing in the world to him.

“Oh, sweet pea, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

Like he could feel the tears staining the cushion himself.

“Mmrooonme,” you cried into it, voice garbled by cotton.

“What’s’at, honey? Can’t hear ya.”

Joel then bent at the waist, pretending to be leaning in to hear you better, when really he knew he’d be digging in your guts with that big, bulbous head of his and making you squeal again. Hands still held captive behind you, you inched your chin back on the pillow so your moans could be heard even louder while Joel sped up.

“You— ruined me,” you repeated. Now clear as ever.

Joel tried to hide his smile and glanced down between your body and his. Then, while his ring finger joined the other two to make their tight, light circles, he returned,

“Ruined? Pussy feels just fine t’me.”

You’d kill him if he wasn’t so good at this. You turned your head more to meet his eyes from the corner of yours.

“No. Ruined me. For anyone else.”

Probably forever.

“Good.”

You knew he liked it that way.

You saw it in his eyes. Felt it in his touch. The hefty, broad, and greying Joel Miller had been loafing around on this earth long enough to know how to claim what was his. When his hips knocked yours to lay you flat on the bed, you already knew what was coming next.

First, his arms came to rest on either side of your body.

“Shit,” you whimpered.

Next, his lips went trailing down to your ear.

“Just a little more, sugar—that’s it,” he murmured while his hips sank in, and you felt that big, delicious stretch.

Then he released your hands so they were free to squeeze the sheets, and when they did, his moved over them—lacing his fingers through your own—and his lips pressed a kiss to your jaw. He held you in a tender grasp. His breath was hot on your neck, and the whole of his body was blanketing yours. Joel knew you liked it like that, which is why he made sure not to leave an inch of space in between. He was grunting, rutting, holding you close while his cock drilled a maddening pace inside you.

“You ruined me too, y’know,” he mumbled into your skin.

His nose was flush with the side of your cheek, nudging inward. Begging you to turn your head just a little more so he could kiss you. Weak as you were, you obliged.

And you moaned against that grey, stubbled chin of his when the thrusts above you had your cunt grinding the bed, rubbing that soft and helpless nub on the sheets.

“C’mon— let daddy have it,” he growled, “Let daddy have it and make it his, huh? That okay by you, baby?”

It was.

More than okay, as confirmed by the orgasm that tore through your body moments later while your teeth sank into the flesh of Joel’s lower lip and your cunt clenched and soaked over him whole. Joel wedged his tongue in your mouth and fucked you through it. His broad and callused hands were like iron around your own, holding you tight and keeping you still amidst a maelstrom of pleasure that combed over your every last nerve.

He licked into your mouth. Licked over it. Took the sick and distinct pleasure of knowing no one but him got to see you like this, with your jaw hanging slack and your eyes rolling back and your whines repeating quietly, ‘Daddydaddypleasedaddyfuckohfuckdontstop.’

Maybe ruined wasn’t such a bad thing to be at all.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

You know Lea, I was having such a bad day at work yesterday and I just found myself daydreaming about your THUYW series and it honestly made my shift so much more bearable 😭💕

I couldn't help but fantasize about Billy + Frankie absolutely WRECKING Reader. It'd be SO delicious in this verse holy shit.

You seriously got me daydreaming about THUYW to cope with work WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME LEAAAA

a/n: AAHHH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!! i'm so sorry that work sucked, but omg, i'm so happy this slutty little au could help distract you ♡ but also omg i just gotta point out that gif i found?? that’s them. that’s frat!billy and frat!frank omg omg omg look at theeemmmm

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okay, so, imagine Billy inviting you into his room while you’re waiting for Steve to get back from the boxing gym

then he leaves you alone for a second to go get you a glass of water

but as you wait for him to return, you spot something curious on his bedside table and it’s not till you’ve scooted closer that you realise it’s sex toys that he has just left laying around as if it wasn’t something utterly scandalous

I mean, the drawer is even open! It’s so stuffed full of toys that it almost can’t be pushed back closed!

but then when Billy does return, glass of water in his hand and now also his best buddy Frank at his side, your curiosity has gotten the best of you as they catch right when you had picked up one of the toys you weren’t sure what was.

you, of course, drop it immediately when you notice that they’re back, and as soon as it hits the ground, it turns on and starts buzzing against the floorboards. 

probably one of the top most embarrassing moments of your life at that point… 

but then, when they finally get their laughter under control (or maybe Frank is a total sweetheart about it and elbows Billy to quit teasing you) they fish out of you how you don’t really know what any of the toys are and it’s only because you recognised a few of them as dildoes (because your rich stepbrother bought you a few purely for slutty training purposes) that you realised they were objects of a sexual nature

so, naturally, they then treat it as a fun little teaching moment

they go through the whole drawer, one by one, first making you take a guess before they explain them all to you. 

now, Billy is a hoe, so his collection is stocked.

there’s everything from all sorts of dildoes (realistic, glass, cute curved ones, double-ended, fantastical monster ones), various vibrators (wands, rabbits, app-controlled, those amazing clit suction stimulators), butt plugs, fleshlights, all of the lube you could ever dream of, cock rings, nipple clamps, ben wa balls, paddles, whips, handcuffs, ropes, blindfolds, ballgags

and with each toy that they get through and explain to you, the worse the tingles between your thighs get…

do they end up trying a few of them on you?

of course they do!! 

though I think you’re still a bit of a scaredy cat at that time, so you don’t wanna be too adventurous yet

I’m thinking, in that moment, you’re the most curious about the vibrators because you’ve never played around with that before, and just feeling them switch one on against your fingertips makes your brain melt simply imagining what it would feel like against your pussy

when they do press it against your pretty clit for the first time, you nearly fall off of the bed from the way the unfamiliar and intense sensation makes you jump (which of course just makes them giggle because holy fuck you’re so adorable to them)

maybe they’re both laying on their stomachs, between your parted thighs, Frank holding the vibrator against your puffy pearl, grinning at the way it makes your pussy weep before them like a fucking leaky faucet to quench their thirsts

perhaps then Billy gets out some of the dildoes… one for him to play with your cunt and one for him to stuff in your mouth and watch you drool around… 

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[f1samcro]

Teenage Dream Two

Second part to @boredpretty's ask.

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To be honest, you had no clue why Jax Teller was interested in you. You were nowhere near his normal social circle. You kept to yourself and your three friends. And people let you because you four were the art freaks. You sketched or painted and, as such, always had pencil smudged on your skin or paint on your clothes. You swear you started off the day nice and clean, but then you had art class, so you didn't end it like that. Then Vivienne, who was your closest friend in the group, was more versed in the world of drama. And for some reason, always had a beret on.

Marisol and Coco had joined you and Viv in freshman year. Marisol was a musician and had a habit of always humming a song wherever she was. Coco took to sewing and sculpting, often sewing her own clothes.

You four stuck to yourselves in the art department. People generally left you alone, but there was a group of girls who gave you some trouble. There was a morning when you four were at your lockers, and they'd come up to you. That was the morning you officially met Jax, he loomed over them until they walked away, and then turned to you with a smile, "I'm Jax."

"I know."

It took a few weeks, but you two became inseparable. He'd pick you up before school on his bike and walk you to classes. Much to his delight, you'd show him your drawings, let him pull you onto his lap and rest his chin on your shoulder as you sketched. Jax never pulled you out of your quiet little group and into his loud one; you preferred to stay with your girls, and he respected it. In fact, he made it his mission to keep your life relatively unaffected when people started realising you two were together. Surprisingly, Gemma liked you. She liked how quiet you were, liked how you wouldn't judge what was going on in the club. Maybe you'd make a face every now and then, but you hadn't grown up in this life, you were bound to frown upon a few things. That's what Gemma liked most about you: the only time she'd ever heard you outwardly frown upon club happenings was when Jax would get hurt. There was a club party, you sat in a corner quietly sipping on a can of fizzy drink. Jax would occasionally sit with you. Spend a solid half hour with his attention solely on you before Chibs and Tig would call him away. He'd press a kiss to your temple and take off for a while before going back to you.

You didn't turn your nose up at the croweaters, didn't particularly care for any of the club drama. You were there to spend time with your boyfriend. And that was it. She sat across from you, you looked up and smiled softly. She scanned you quickly, "You really don't wanna be here, do you?"

You shake your head, "No, but Jax wanted to. So I came with."

Gemma smiles softly, "You're good for him. I know you don't care for any of this," she gestures around her. "But you're there for him. And I know he loves you. Level him out, never seen my boy sitting down and quietly talking to someone at these parties."

You fiddle with the drink in your hands, "I love him, too. And I know he really cares about it. I don't get it. I don't think I ever really will. But it's like my art. He doesn't get half the techniques or people I'm talkin' about. But he listens and he engages and cares about it. So I do the same. The club makes him happy. And I want him happy."

She reaches out to pat your knee, "And that'll mean the world to him, sweetheart. You could be turning your nose up at this, but you don't. You'll be a good old lady for him."

"I wanna make him happy."

"You do. He smiles a hell of a lot more when he's been around you."

And if on cue, he turns his head to face you, and beams, as if proving Gemma right.

[chiaraanatra]

A Place For My Head

𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑏: JJ knows just how to cheer you up after a shitty day at work.

Warnings: fluff, characters are 18+, swearing, mild angst due to mentions of mild verbal sexual harassment, pet names (cupcake, pretty girl, & kittycat), kissing, no use of Y/N.

AN: first JJ fic! Based on this post and my exchange with @starfxkr about JJ and Kitten!reader and their love for Linkin Park.

Song: A Place For My Head by Linkin Park

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You spend the 15-minute ride to JJ's in silence. It was peak touron season and the bar you worked at was packed with frat boys and married 40-somethings drinking away any semblance of civility they had. The tips were good but if you had to deal with one more drunken asshole commenting on how your ass looked in your shorts, you were going to lose it.

You tried to remind yourself that none of that mattered now. Soon you and JJ would spend the rest of the day soaking in the Carolina sun, surfing, and letting the tides wash away your problems.

JJ was waiting on the porch, surfboard under his arm when you pulled onto his gravel driveway. Wasting no time he ran over, throwing his board next to yours in the back of your truck before hopping into the passenger seat. He was surprised to not be met with blaring music, but he thought little of it. "Wassup, Cupcake?"

You only shrugged before attempting to put the truck in reverse; however, before your hand could reach the shifter JJ's blocked your action. His brow was knit together in concern. When you didn’t elaborate, he spoke, “Okay, what’s goin’ on?”

“Nothin'…” your hands ran over your face.

"Nah, none of that shit." JJ knew you better than anyone, he knew ‘nothing’ never actually meant nothing, especially coming from you.

Your head hit the wheel with a light thud, "Just assholes at work… The only things worse than Kooks during off-season are these fuckin' tourons..." Your head lifted to look out your windshield, "‘Nice ass sweetheart.' 'Wanna show me around after your shift?' 'Bet I can show you a good time'...” you groaned and rolled your eyes, “Fuckers..."

JJ's tongue pressed into his cheek. "Bastards... They got good taste though," he half-joked, placing an arm around your shoulder, "Maybe I should start coming by during your shift. Let all those tourons know you’re mine." A small smile graced your lips at the thought. “You know I would too.”

“Yeah, I know…” A small sigh left your lungs. “But I don’t wanna think about that now.”

JJ gave you a signature smile and moved his hand from your shoulder to your bare thigh. You couldn’t help but smile back as you made your way out of his driveway and onto the road. He gave your thigh a light squeeze, “Where’s your phone?"

You pointed to the bag sitting at his feet, “Front pocket.”

“I know what'll make you feel better." He dug through the bag trying to find your phone. Once in his hands, he quickly unlocked it and opened your music app. He grabbed the cord connected to your cassette adapter. A soft buzzing filled the cabin before you recognized the familiar sound of a guitar softly picking.

You couldn't help the grin that spread across your face. As the song picked up, you and JJ mimicked the drumbeat, slamming your hands on the steering wheel and above the glove compartment respectively. You looked to JJ in anticipation of Mike Shinoda's first verse. JJ was right on cue, his rough voice filled with enthusiasm as he rapped along.

I watch how the moon sits in the sky in the dark night Shining with the light from the sun The sun doesn't give light to the moon assuming The moon's gonna owe it one

You always had a particular music taste, loving almost anything and everything. You were thankful that JJ shared this sentiment. However, there was no denying that Linkin Park was your band, and 'A Place For My Head' was one of your shared favorites off the Hybrid Theory album. The two of you were often heard blasting the song, let alone LP's entire discography, from your truck or the Twinkie. JJ always took Mike's part, rapping smoothly along with the lyrics, while you would scream Chester's parts at the top of your lungs.

Chester’s voice rolled through your speakers and mixed with your voice. You could feel the frustration and pent-up aggression escape with each verse of the chorus.

I wanna be in another place I hate when you say you don't understand (you'll see it's not meant to be) I wanna be in the energy, not with the enemy A place for my head

The bridge of the song hit, and you both were screaming the lyrics with little care for your ears or vocal cords.

You try to take the best of me, go away! You try to take the best of me, go away!

The song faded out, being replaced by your combined laughter as you threw the truck into park.

JJ looked over to you, “Feeling a bit better, kittycat?”

“Maybe a little.” You tried to sound nonchalant, but you knew your smile gave you away.

JJ rolled his eyes, “Sure.” He got out of the truck, practically sprinting over to you, muscled arms pulling you into a tight embrace while his lips pressed lightly against your hair.

“Thank you, JJ,” you whispered before wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning up to kiss his soft lips.

“Any time.”

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[half-dead-ham]

Tim Drake's I.E.F Chap 3

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I wanna say this real quick before this gets any deeper. This fic was my first, so I didn't know a whole lot about Batman and the Batfam? I'm not gonna change anything about it cuz growth and progress and shit like that (also I cringe looking at these first few chapters...) but I know a lot more about the DC verse now and I know some of this to be wildly inaccurate or OOC. I'm not apologizing. I just thought you should know ;)

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Galaxies on the brain, Dick wallows in the pain

Sore.

That's all Tim could feel. Sore and tired and heavy and cold. He could feel warm hands (weren't they supposed to be cold?) Holding him by the shoulders and knees. Something soft meets his back and he falls deeper into unconsciousness.

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Tim wakes up with a groan. His arm ached like he'd hung by Dick's trapeze for too long, his face felt itchy, and every time he took a breath his chest burned. His eyelids felt like lead and his head filled with cotton, he absently wondered what day he was on of no sleep when he'd finally collapsed.

As his thoughts swam the contents of the previous night (nights? How long was he asleep for?) Started to bubble to the surface of his consciousness. The stakeout, the full-bodied chill and his missing bug leading to the warehouse, sounds of gunshots and a closeup with a steel grey roof. After that, things get fuzzier. He remembered… Green, and white hair? Then an image of a galaxy came to him and he wondered if maybe he really had died.

Something to his right rustled and he struggled to pry open an eye enough to see. Dick was slumped in a chair next to his bed (when did he get to a bed?) reading over what seemed to be police reports. Tim tried to speak but when he went for air he came up in a coughing fit.

Dick's head snapped to attention as his little brother, now awake, tried to hack up what was left of his lung.

"Hey! Hey, Tim, you're okay. You're in the medbay in the Batcave. Calm down and try not to breathe too deeply okay?" Dick soothed as he reached for the glass of water with a straw Alfred had left for when Tim woke up.

As he watched his little brother get his breathing under control and take a small sip from the cup offered Dick felt his nerves settle for the first time that night. His brother was awake. Awake meant alive. Hurt, but alive. He settled back into his chair and shook out a relieved sigh.

"What are you doing here?" Even with the water Tim's voice sounded like he hadn't spoken in weeks.

"I said I'd be in Gotham for the weekend, didn't I? I got the call from your comm and picked you up from the warehouse district."

"Call?" Tim's voice cracked with confusion. "I don't remember sending a distress signal…" He trailed off as another hacking cough wracked through his frame. Dick held out the glass again and Tim gratefully took a longer drink.

"… What do you remember from last night?" Dick asked tentatively.

"I remember… the stakeout, my tracker going missing and following the signal to a warehouse by the docks…" Tim gasped, then cringed as the motion sent a jolt of pain down his front.

"I remember the thieves," he ground out. "I'd found their base of operations… but I was sloppy, I didn't notice one of the goons come up behind me until I'd already knocked him over. Then shit hit the fan… I remember making it out, and running, then I guess I got shot? It gets fuzzy from there…" He huffs, shaking the flashing images of white hair and swirling nebulas clear from his sleep addled mind.

He looks over to see Dick with a serious yet contemplative expression, looking down at the bedrest between them and nothing at all.

Curious and weary, Tim mutters a raspy "Why? Something happen?"

Dick seems to mull something over before shaking his head and looking up with a tired smile.

"Nothing serious enough to discuss right now. Why don't you get some more sleep Timmy? God knows you could use it."

Tim wanted to protest, he really did! But the sound of the heart monitor and that strangely familiar buzzing was already restuffing his head with cotton and his eyelids were getting heavier. That feeling of calm and safe washed over him again, sleep quickly following it. He nodded sluggishly and dove back into dreamland with his last thought ringing in his head; 'huh, the buzz sounds more like a purr now.'

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Danny was not freaking out. He wasn't! He was completely fine with being in the freaking Batcave because he was a hero too. Totally normal.

The sound that wanted to escape his throat was not a squeal. Anyone that told you it was is a liar. 

As he floated through the stalactites (stalagmites? He slept through that particular science class.) He had to physically stop himself from dropping his invisibility and glowing with the force of a neutron star. He was in the Batcave! Tucker and Sam would totally freak over this when he told them. Tucker would have an aneurysm over half the tech he'd seen since getting here (not that he wouldn't already have an aneurysm over him not checking in over the last three days) and Sam would have a field day with the aesthetic of the place. He didn't dare stray too far from his—(not his, no, that's not right) the vigilante he's protecting, which was, in fact, Timothy Drake-Wayne??

He has so many questions.

Like, why was Tim Drake, CEO of Wayne Enterprise, going around at night as Red Robin?? Not that he thinks it's wrong, or anything. Danny just feels like that's a lot of stress to have on a teenager's shoulders.

He knows from experience.

The fact that he's also seen Nightwing out of costume, as well as Robin, Orphan, and spoiler with their masks off has Danny feeling like he's seen them practically naked. Because, come on, Damian Wayne was Robin, Orphan was Cassandra Wayne, and Dick Grayson was Nightwing? He'd basically just learned Gotham's richest socialite family all lived double lives as superheroes! If he wasn't already fangirling about being in the Batcave ('the freaking Batcave, ancients end him!') he'd be rolling in his grave laughing and crying from the irony.

Kicking off the nearest stalagmite (stalactite? Still no clue) he floats back down to hover just above the main floor housing the Bat Computer (!!!) with Dick Grayson talking to someone on the other end.

"-have listened to him when he first brought it up a week ago, now he's in a hospital bed! Barbara what am I going to do, I feel like this is all my fault." He watched as Dick (Nightwing? Mr. Grayson?) slumped down in his seat and put his face in his hands. That faraway stare listlessly gazing at the keyboard through slits in his fingers.

Before he could startle the man out of his train of thought the woman from the other end of the call—Barbara, he remembered—spoke up.

"You know you can't blame yourself too badly for that, Dick. While the ribbing may have gone a bit further than you'd have liked, you couldn't have been able to save Tim from getting shot. You were still at least an hour outside the city limits when Tim went to follow the lead his… friend gave him." The way she said 'friend' told Danny she still didn't quite believe in his existence yet, and he was okay with that. As long as Red Robin—Tim?—knew he was there to help, he could let the other members of the batclan think he wasn't real.

A loud groan escapes the older man as he leans back to look at the ceiling of the cave.

"I know Babs," he bemoans, "But I still can't get those thoughts out of my head!" He reached up to message his temples with one hand as silence fills the cave. This time Danny is able to help his friends(?) brothers' turmoil by blowing a bit of frost out and directing it to the back of Dick's hand.

Startled, Dick's head whips around to either side of him, spinning the chair around to face away from the bat computer with a wary gaze before slowly rotating back. He stared at his hand, the one that had previously been nursing his headache and the one that had been covered in frost.

At least, he thought it was.

Dick recalls when Alfred had first pulled off Tim's first aid bandages. He hadn't even changed out of his gear, needing to see the extent of the damage to his little brother, only to watch as green tinged blue ice was revealed to be keeping him together. The ice kept the hole from tearing and bacteria from entering his punctured lung. Alfred shared a look with Dick, confirming that he wasn't the only one seeing the strange ice. As they tried to touch the ice though -get a sample for analysis- it, along with the glove being used as a tourniquet, sublimated away to mist. Leaving the now gaping wound in his brother's side and arm to weep blood, slow and thick.

He left for the showers after that. Better to let a professional patch his brother up than someone with shaking hands and blurry vision.

"Do you think Tim's imaginary friend is a meta?" The words escaped Dick's lips before he'd realized he'd thought them. Refocusing as he heard Babs hum pensively.

"With what you've told me about the magic ice that sealed Tim's wounds, it's possible," she mused. The soft tapping if a keyboard registered on the mic as she pulled something up

"The thing is though, there aren't any registered or rumoured metas with an ice-like powerset in or around Gotham. If there were, we'd be seeing more of them somewhere, ice power sets tend to be flashier." More tapping, then a pained huff came through the speakers.

"It doesn't help that I can't seem to restore Tim's footage from after he fell off the roof," she grumbles.

"What do you mean 'can't restore it'? Even with his mask torn the way it was, the cameras in the lenses should've been working fine."

"That's the thing though! His mask only cut after he fell, it was working perfectly up till that point, then this static whine comes on over the audio and the video glitches out before cutting to static until you find him. It wasn't a signal jammer or EMP, both would do damage to more than just his camera, and a jammer would leave a trace of interference." Her groan echoes through the cave, bringing a small smile to Dick's face as she continues.

"The comm too, if something had tampered with it I'd be able to tell! And yet there's no evidence of tampering and I have a recording of some almost unintelligible mess of a voice talking to us over the main line. Right beside ours that come over with perfect clarity. It just doesn't make sense!"

A chuckle couldn't help but escape Dick's lips as Babs let out a defeated huff on her end. Glancing back towards the medbay he recalled the few times Tim tried to tell him about his patrol companion.

"A snowflake in September," he mumbled pensively, gaze sinking down to his hand again. Then with sudden clarity, he whipped his head up and scanned the Batcave more closely than before, squinting up into the dark corners of the high ceiling.

At one point Danny thought Dick had caught him somehow, the odd cold spot in the area. His shoulders sagged in quiet relief when the vigilantes' eyes swept over where he was floating.

A cold spot in a cold cave isn't odd, after all, and the sensors weren't displaying anything unusual.

Dick glanced back to his hand one more time before turning back to the bat computer and telling Barbara he'd give her an update on Tim's situation in the morning. Saying their 'sleep well's' Danny watched as Dick shut off the giant computer, checked in on Tim one more time then headed to the elevator.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tim woke up quicker than he had previously. The smell of breakfast wafted to the medbay even from all the way upstairs and his stomach rolled in hunger. Something cold was sitting over Tim's wound, pressing into it but strangely not hurting him in any way. The cold felt familiar, comfortably cool but not chilling, and he could faintly make out a low hum -purr?- coming from somewhere to his left. He cracked one eye open to see both what was in him and the origin of the purr, when the pressure on his wounds released. The lightness around his shoulder probably meant there was another cold comforting thing there he hadn't noticed before. Prying both eyes open fully he looked around the small patient room and realized the purring had stopped and that he was alone. He wasn't awake enough yet to wonder why that was strange, just happy when he heard the ding of the elevator open.

Someone in the Batcave meant he could get some food, after all.

Dick poked his head into Tim's room a few seconds later, a bowl of what appeared to be Cream of Wheat in his hand. He gave a smile, seeing his little brother awake, and let his body follow his head into the room. Setting the bowl down on a pull out table for Tim, Dick chipperly asked "how are you feeling, Timbo?"

"Like I decided taking Bane one-on-one was a good idea," he groaned. Sitting up enough so he could eat, he watched Dick give a half-hearted chuckle while staring into the mid-distance. Half remembering the conversation he had with his older brother last night while spooning the warm cereal into his mouth, he looked around and sarcastically commented between bites, "sooo, you gonna tell me what was on your mind when I woke up before? Or do I have to figure it out myself?"

The comment startled Dick more than it should have, and as Tim frowned at the reaction Dick turned his head, his gaze sweeping the room before he spoke.

"That imaginary friend of yours," Tim cut his brother off with another groan.

"If you're still going to make fun of me for that-" Dick raised his hand, trying to pacify the conversation before he could finish.

"Don't worry Timmers, I believe you now. I should have believed you when you brought it up the first time and I'm sorry for that."

Tim almost groaned again when he felt the tension drop from his shoulders, jostling his arm. He wiggled in his bed to readjust himself before allowing Dick to continue.

"I was going to ask if you knew anything more about them. They've been following you around for a month, right? Do you know if they pose any risk to you or the family?"

Tim shoved another spoonful of the gruel into his mouth, it was bland, but it gave him something to distract him from the fact that Dick had steamrolled over an actual apology and went straight to business.

Shaking his head as he swallowed his mouth full down, he began.

"While I don't know much other than they can apparently make ice from nothing and make things glow, I can say they don't have any ill intent. They saved me Dick, after I fell from the roof they caught me and… I think they got the guys chasing me off my back."

He ignored the images of a black-clad white-haired figure flitting through his mind with another mouth full of cereal.

Dick sighed, none of the bats liked not knowing things about what's happening to them, but the fact that the entity following Tim saved him from a bad fall released some tension from the older birds shoulders.

"So you don't think it would do anything to hurt you? I need to make sure, Tim."

They both shivered as a sudden chill filled the room. Pretending not to notice Tim answered, "no, I don't think the thing that's been following me on patrols, helping me with cases, protecting me for a month would hurt me now after all this time."

Was it weird Tim thought that so surely? A little bit. But with the way the room warmed up just as quickly as it cooled had him realising that maybe he and his brother weren't the only ones in the room. Now that he focused, he could feel the quiet cold sitting behind him.

It had never followed him to the cave before.

'Shit.'

The implications of something potentially dangerous being able to make its way into the Batcave, a heavily protected and monitored fortress of a hideout had Tim shivering for a different reason. If B ever found out, he'd have Tim's neck.

He also realized he could hear the thing purring again. 'Like a big cat,' the thought made him huff a laugh, it certainly did seem like he'd taken in a stray, an invisible, cold, possibly monstrous stray, but a stray nonetheless. The purr grew louder to Tim following his laugh and that same feeling of safety washed over him again, like a blanket.

Tim turned around—really just craned his neck, he couldn't really move otherwise—to try to pinpoint where the purr was coming from exactly, but when he faced away from Dick the comfortable noise stopped dead. The feeling of safety stopped with it, making Tim wonder darkly if the creature was intentionally making Tim think it was safe to gain his trust. He pushed that thought away as soon as it came, if it did intend to hurt him, it would be Tim's fault for trusting it.

Turning back around he found Dick watching him. Mumbling a weak and slightly annoyed "what?" He shovelled another spoonful of the now room temperature cereal.

Dick shook his head. 'So the thing following Tim really did come back to the cave with us,' it didn't bode well for them to have a potentially dangerous sentient creature of unknown origin in the cave, but if his brother thought so highly of the thing, he supposed he could let it stay his secret for now. Dodging the question he drawled, "you know, there isn't any footage on your feed from after you slid off that roof."

The "what?" That came from his brother this time sounded less annoyed and more confused, so he counted that as a win.

"That doesn't make sense, my mask wasn't that badly damaged in my escape, or the display would have told me." He watched his brother's brow furrow in thought.

"Yeah, Babs is pulling her hair out because of it. Apparently after you go over this whine comes over the audio and both cut to static until I find you."

The faces his brother was making would be funny if he weren't so curious about it. Seeing his expression finally land on clarity Dick urged "you know what happened?"

"I think I do," Tim admitted. "I heard a buzzing… it didn't have any source that I can remember, so maybe that's what caused it?"

"A buzzing? That could be it, I didn't hear anything when I found you, so it lines up for when the feed comes back."

Noticing the bowl in front of Tim is now, in fact, empty, Dick figures that maybe now should be where he cuts the conversation. The voice over the comms can be addressed once his brother's gotten some more rest. He stands, takes the bowl from the table and turns to leave when he hears Tim mutter a quiet "wait."

Dick stops paces from the door and turns to face his brother. Tim seems to fight with himself for a moment before he ground out "thanks for believing me, finally."

He doesn't look up to see his older brother's reaction, but the smile could be heard in his voice.

"Of course, Tim, I'm sorry I didn't believe you sooner." With that said, he walks out feeling lighter, and yet with more questions than when he walked in.

Danny watches as Tim sinks into his bed, mindful of his injuries. The bats know about him, with that fact alone he should be leaving, yet even now his core urged him to stay and protect. 

He knows staying is only going to lead to trouble.

He doesn't want to leave.

Leaving means going back to that rundown dump of a townhouse he's been squatting in for the last three months, doing odd jobs around town during the day just to get a bit to eat (not that he needed to eat much with all the ambient ectoplasm in the air) and going back to looking over his shoulder for the GIW or, ancients forbid, his parents.

A soft "hey" breaks him out of his anxious thoughts, and looking over he sees Tim looking in his general direction. The goosebumps on his unbandaged arm tell Danny that he may have made the temperature dip again, unintentionally this time, and he makes a conscious effort to raise it back up to a more comfortable level.

"I know you're there." The sudden admittance made him jump, but Tim continued on, "I know what I saw last night was you. You saved me and I wanted to thank you. Not just for the save, but also the lead on the ghost thieves. For whatever reason you're reluctant to show yourself, and knowing some of my family you have every right to be, but maybe some sign you aren't just some hallucination or actual imaginary thing would be nice? I kinda feel like I'm talking to an actual ghost here." The last bit came out with a chuckle on both ends, Tim for how crazy he feels talking to an empty room and Danny for just how close Tim got with that quip.

Another internal struggle for Danny, oh joy. Revealing himself would be bad, but maybe something small? Tim already knows he makes ice to some capacity, and he's asking so nicely, Danny thought it wouldn't hurt, right?

On the table in front of Tim, where his bland breakfast previously rested a small statuette slowly materialized from condensing mist. Tim watched as the small mound of green tinged ice formed a base, then on nearly invisible supports a nebulous disk spread out. An icy galaxy sat before Tim, about as big as his hand, and it moved. Even after finishing its creation, the edges twisted and swirled in a continuous dance. He could see glittering stars and fluctuating nebulas as tiny clouds of glittering snow.

It was mesmerizing.

Reaching out to touch it, Tim was surprised at how solid it was. It was like touching compacted sand, if they had stuck the sand in an ice box overnight. Ever so gingerly he took the galaxy off its supports and cupped it in his hand. Despite it being made of ice entirely it gave off a strange warmth. It reminded Tim of holding a warm cup of coffee and relaxing with his family. He had to remind himself to breathe as he put the statuette back on its pedestal. The warmth lingered on his palm as he again searched for the cold spot.

It was right in front of him, and he could tell it was watching his reaction. Carefully, he reached out, like he'd done before on that night he'd decided to befriend the strange creature. Unlike before though, his fingers brushed against something. Fabric, he could feel it but there was still nothing to see. His hand slid down what must have been an arm before feeling a fisted hand just over the bed near his thigh. It was tense, and as the cold familiarity of the hand he was holding set in he realized the being sitting on the bed in front of him was afraid. He could feel the quiet anxiety coming off in cold waves, and he had to wonder what it was afraid of.

Tim shifted for better balance and the hand underneath his flinched. Was it… was it afraid of Tim? Afraid of what Tim would do if he knew it was real? That both did and didn't make sense. The being in front of Tim was powerful, he had no doubt it could level all of Gotham if it wanted to, and none of the bats would be able to stop it (not for lack of trying, of course) and yet it was afraid of Tim. Tim, the guys that practically lived off coffee and 5-hour energies, Tim the one that accidentally falls asleep at the batcomputer so regularly Alfred had a specific blanket tucked away just for him. That Tim.

The hand below his flexed again and he realized it must be waiting on an answer. With what he hoped was a reassuring pat to the back of the gloved hand before him, he smiled and snickered, "now, was that so hard?"

The fact that while the hand hadn't moved, the waves of anxious cold he felt warmed up had Tim cheer a silent victory. Trying to look in the direction of where the beings head could be, he continued.

"I get it if you don't wanna show yourself, I really do, but maybe you could keep me company? I probably got six to eight weeks laying in this bed, and I don't know about you, but I'll probably die of boredom before that's up." He chuckles, and going off of the way he feels the hand underneath him bounce, he guessed the thing in front of him does too.

"So yeah, you're welcome to stay, if you want. Maybe help me pull a prank or two, and I know that no matter what you are, you're going to love Alfred's cooking."

Well shit, Danny basically just got the go ahead to haunt the Wayne family, by one of the Waynes. He feels like he should be honoured? Sure the fact he doesn't want to go back to living in that stupid townhouse is another driving factor, but having a friend that doesn't mind his ghosty bits outside of Sam and Tucker sounds really appealing. It doesn't help that he's been really lonely.

Tim feels the hand slide out from under his. Before he can marvel at the fact they did it without making any sound, or mourn the loss of the comforting cold he watches as the galaxy statuette lifts off its base. The statuette hovers above the table for a few moments, then raises and dips repeatedly, straight up and down. Tim laughs at what could only be described as the floating statue nodding at him, before being set down on its base.

"Well I guess that settles it then," he laughs, "if you're going to be around more often, I'll need something to call you though." The room temperature takes a dive, not as cold as before, but still noticeable.

"Okay, I'm going to guess you either don't have a name, "the room temp doesn't change " or have a name but can't or don't want to say it." The room slowly warms up at that. So it has a name but can't use it. Tim can work with that.

"Well, how about I give you a name until you can tell me your real one? I'm not as good as Damian in naming things but I'm sure I can think of something." A hum heard and Tim begins to think of what he could call his new friend. Remembering the white hair he saw the night before and what was probably the same figure as a nebula had his eyes wandering to the statuette sitting prettily before him. So the being either likes space or space themed things (did it come from space? An actual alien? Just another thing to think about.) Trying to recall the knowledge he gained from the few times he's gone stargazing, a name pops into Tim's head that makes him want to laugh.

"How do you like the name Arcturus? If I remember right it's one of the brightest stars and it looks white when you see it in the sky."

The reaction he gets is instantaneous, a loud purr reverberates throughout the small room and this time Tim does laugh.

"I suppose that's as good of a 'yes' as I'll get. Good to finally meet you Arcturus." He holds out a hand before realizing that a handshake probably wasn't going to happen. Before he could take his hand back he felt the hand he was holding previously snake into his and grip it gently. He smiled and shook it, absently noting the claws he could feel poking at the back of his hand.

"I feel like this will be the start of a beautiful friendship," he grins.

A puff of frost in his face has him snort and grin in the direction of his new friend.

Yeah, this'll be interesting.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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this delicate balance ( noah sebastian x nicholas ruffilo )

pairing: nicholas ruffilio x noah sebastian cw: none. a little bit of angst, mentions of post tour burn out. pretty much just fluff. word count: 860 author's note: more soft boys from my riptide verse. this is set in the same time frame as twin skeletons. title comes from "existentialism on prom night" by straylight run. i think i hurt myself a little bit with this one. divider by @saradika-graphics ✨

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Waking up without an alarm, without someone telling him where he’s got to be and what he’s got on his schedule is a new concept for Noah lately. The band has been going non stop, and he has to remind himself out loud that this break is for the best. That if they didn’t take it, if he didn’t take it, he was going to become resentful of it all. He’d never been more grateful for the band—his family—than when they told him they were basically making the decision for him, all he had to do was agree to it. And now, here he is, sleeping in and waking up with Lydia tucked into the space behind his knees, and the sounds of Nicholas talking out in the hallway, presumably to Jerry since Dave is sleeping on Nicholas’ pillow beside him.

The door’s already half open, but when it opens more, Noah lifts his head to see Nicholas peeking in.

“I’m up,” Noah murmurs, trying to stretch without disturbing the cats. “What time is it?”

He looks around for his phone, but doesn’t see it. And when he looks to the other side of the bed where Nicholas’ alarm clock usually sits, he sees that something’s been tossed over the display so he won’t see the numbers.

“It’s almost one.” Nicholas says as he comes further into the bedroom.

Noah went to sleep around midnight the night before, and his eyes went wide as he does the mental math. “You let me sleep for thirteen hours?”

“I put your phone in the kitchen too. You needed it, you didn’t wake up once in the middle of the night. Trust me, I checked.”

He can usually sleep that much and more after a tour, but normally he’s ready to bounce back after a day or two. It’s been two weeks, and he still feels the burnout. Never ending jet lag. Not wanting to do anything but sleep and usually that’s pretty fitful the first few nights home before he starts to feel normal. Normal isn’t coming so quickly this time.

Nicholas making sure that he slept fully through the night does something to his heart, and he gently extracts himself from the bed and shuffles over, immediately wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. He feels stupidly grateful, and doesn’t know what to say. That's been happening a lot lately. But he doesn’t really need to say anything, Nicholas knows. Reaching up, he pulls Noah’s head down to press his lips to his forehead.

“Why don’t you shower, and then we’ll figure out what we’re gonna do today.”

It’s not lost on Noah that there is no itinerary, no schedule he’s got to follow. If he wanted to turn around and go back to bed, he could. But he takes a shower, which at least helps him feel a little more awake. When he goes downstairs finally, he makes himself a cup of coffee and takes it out onto the back patio, where Nicholas is sitting with his sketchbook.

“Any plans you wanna make?” he asks, not looking up from his drawing.

Noah gets a little distracted just watching him draw, something he hasn’t had an opportunity to do very often. He wants Nicholas to tattoo him again at some point, he’d give up every last inch of bare skin left over for him to fill in. But he doesn’t realize he hasn’t answered the question until Nicholas is looking up at him expectantly.

“I mean, not really? Half the day is already gone and—”

“Do we need to talk about you deserving things again?”

Noah blushes hotly at that, trying to fight off a smile at the memory of just a few days ago. “Not right this second, no?”

Because he knows the whole point of taking this time off, was to actually try to use the break to relax. And the more he thinks about it, the less guilt he feels about it. There’s not some magic fix, but he’s glad to have Nicholas there with him. As if he’d be anywhere else, he knows he wouldn’t make it through any of this without him.

“You’re gonna wait me out if I don’t give you an answer, aren’t you?”

Nicholas puts down his pencil. “If you wanna do nothing today, then do nothing. It’s entirely up to you.”

“Okay. Let’s order burgers from that hole in the wall place down the road, and do absolutely nothing today.”

“Yeah, we can do that.”

Sitting aside his sketchbook, Nicholas starts to get up, probably to go and grab his phone to place the order. But Noah doesn’t let him get far. He sets aside his coffee cup and tugs him down onto his lap.

“One more thing I want today.” Nicholas hums out a questioning noise, smiling. Noah reaches up and pushes his hair behind his ears. “Can I have a kiss?”

Leaning into him, Nicholas loops his arms around Noah’s shoulders, pressing his lips to his cheek. “As many as you want, sunshine.”

Noah pulls his mouth to his, deciding to take him up on that offer. Lunch can wait.

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No Tricks (George Weasley x OC) - Part 9

Fandom: Harry Potter Ship: George Weasley x OC Word count: 2k Warnings: None Ao3 link: here Summary: A tattoo shop opens across from Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, immediately catching the eye of the youngest twin. The intriguing owner, though well-versed in the magical world, doesn’t quite belong to it herself. As they navigate their differences, their mutual curiosity blooms into something deeper. No Tricks Masterlist

As always, the end of the summer was a busy time in Diagon Alley. Witches and wizards of all ages packed the street, shuffling past one another to reach the various shops. Olive Tree Art & Tattoo welcomed a lot of curious families, resulting in hundreds of bookmarks sold, both to children and nostalgic parents alike. A handful of Muggle-style painting orders were also placed by the most enthusiastic patrons, while watercolour prints were bought by the dozen. When the cobblestones were emptied at last, Oli dropped into the couch with a loud huff, letting her head roll back.

She knew opening a tattoo parlor in Diagon Alley had been a curious endeavour to say the least. Many had tried to convince her not to, but she had persevered, only to wind up a painter much more than a tattoo artist.

Huffing, she remembered she should get the paperwork started on getting a new front door on the Muggle side of the building. It had cost her a pretty penny, but Oli was convinced a double-sided shop had potential. Right now though? It was barely even habitable.

A series of quick knocks hit the window, and Oli opened a tired eye. From outside, George was smiling at her. He held up a kraft paper bag and, pointing at it, shouted through the window: “Wanna eat something?”

Oli chuckled, rolling on the couch lightly. She raised a hand and motioned for him to enter. Dropping his hand to his side, he made quick work of the distance separating him from the door and entered.

“How did you enjoy your first day of ‘back to school’ season?” George wondered with a chuckle as he sat down on the couch next to Oli.

“I’m dead,” she groaned.

“Aw don’t worry, love, these will get you back on your feet,” he commented as he opened the bag.

Eyeing the contents as George laid them out over the coffee table, Oli’s stomach suddenly emitted a loud rumble. Small containers filled with various salads, a handful of fresh bread and a large bottle of her favourite juice.

“Did you eat anything today?” he wondered, eyebrows furrowed but smiling lightly.

Oli stopped to think for a moment, face scrunched up.

“Not since breakfast,” she confessed.

“Well,” George declared as he unwrapped the last package, “dive right in. I’ll go get us some glasses.”

Before she could protest, he was back on his feet and climbing the stairs two by two. Sighing, Oli smiled at the sight of George disappearing to the top floor. She could get used to this.

He was always so attentionate with her, she had almost run her mouth multiple times by now, forgetting that she had a secret to keep if she wanted to make it in this world. While she liked to imagine that George would not resent her for being a Squibb, she could not help the knot that formed in both her stomach and throat whenever she considered telling him fair and square.

“Do you have any plans for the third weekend of September?” George asked, rushing down the stairs and interrupting Oli’s train of thoughts.

He sat down by her side and filled the glasses with juice.

“None so far,” she explained. “Why?”

Handing her a glass, George angled himself to face her better on the cushions.

“My family organizes big reunions a few times a year, back in Devon,” he explained. “There’s a lot of us and you know how parents can be once the birds have left the nest.”

“Especially when the nest was very full to begin with, I imagine.”

“Indeed.”

Oli offered her glass to cheer and George gently clinked them against each other. They both took a sip before he continued.

“Would you like to join us?”

She coughed on the juice, loudly and unexpectedly. Sitting up, Oli held the shaking glass away from the leather all while attempting to breathe again.

Brows furrowed, George picked up the cup to lay it on the coffee table, then, gently, he rubbed her back.

“I promise I’m not trying to poison you, the juice is harmless.”

He recognized a chuckle between the fits of coughing and it lightened his spirits.

“Does the prospect of spending a weekend with my family terrify you so much?” he joked once Oli’s breathing was under control.

“You basically just said there’s a ton of you!”

“Not a ton,” his face scrunched up, “only like… twenty.”

—

Nothing George told Oli about the Burrow actually managed to prepare her for the stay. She had been informed that it was tall, somewhat mismatched, that additional parts had been built as was deemed necessary, but the micro-village that lay in the distance was beyond her wildest dreams.

She swallowed hard, still steadying from apparating. George’s arm was an anchor to hold onto as her spinning head came to a slow still. A grateful thought crossed her mind, thanking her mother and father for having prepared her for the effects of apparition and trained her to resist them.

“Wow,” Oli whispered under her breath.

George turned to her, corners of his lips rising.

“I know, right?”

Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, before a smile bloomed onto her features.

“You’re gonna think this is stupid,” Oli began. “But my first thought was that this would make for a great painting.” 

She chuckled nervously.

Eyeing George from the corner of her line of sight, she noticed his gaze was steadily planted on her. Abruptly, Oli let go of his arm, only to wring her fingers instead.

“You can’t help yourself, huh?” George joked, crinkles speckling the corners of his eyes. ��Always the artist.”

“I can’t just pretend I’m not!” she objected.

“I never said you should.”

A blanket of silence fell over them as their gazes finally locked properly. The sun was low in the late afternoon sky, clouds peppered the blue with white and grey. Grass fields all around were decorated with tall trees that bent gently under the breeze. George noticed for the first time how warm Oli’s brown irises were, reminding him of honey and whiskey.

A breathy laugh escaped him.

Shaking her head while smiling, Oli wondered: “What?”

“Nothing.”

She was looking at him so tenderly, so playfully, the same way she often did, like she fully trusted him. By Merlin, George hoped his mind was not playing tricks on him; he hoped she was reading him the same way too.

A shout in the distance distracted them, and nearby the Burrow, they spotted two children running after each other.

George licked his lips, while Oli cleared her throat.

“Shall we?” he suggested in a hurry, offering up his arm again.

Grinning, Oli returned her hand to the familiar position.

“Let’s go.”

The walk took roughly five minutes, spent in comfortable silence as the sounds of the Burrow became more clear with every step.

Molly and Arthur met them outside, the older woman wrapping her son then Oli, in tight embraces, while his father was more relaxed but just as welcoming.

“Did you have a safe trip, dears? No trouble on the way?” Molly wondered, still holding onto Oli’s shoulder.

“All good, George apparated us perfectly,” Oli complimented, squeezing his elbow.

“Oh, how wonderful,” Molly said. She stood next to the door and ushered them further: “Come in, you two, come in.”

Shoulders folded into themselves, Oli took tentative steps inside the Burrow, followed closely by George and his parents. Her gaze traveled from one enchanted object to another, the room being covered in knick knacks from floor to ceiling. Oli bit her lip, attempting to not look overly amazed.

“George, you still know where your room is, I believe,” Arthur joked, pointing to the stairs with an extended arm. “Will you show our guest to Ginny’s?”

“Everything is ready, you only have to drop your bag, dearie,” Molly added for good measure.

Oli thanked the Weasleys for the attention.

“It’s only natural, George has been nothing but positive about you.”

The younger woman’s eyebrows shot up while her smile froze in place. She shot a glance towards the stairs, where George was waiting. However, she could not pass up on an opportunity to hear more about this.

“Oh really?” she wondered, hoping her surprise was camouflaged sufficiently. “What has he sa-”

“I can tell you myself later if you’d like, love,” George interjected before she could finish.

Silence fell over the room, heavy and unexpected, as all heads turned to the redhead halfway up the stairs. He was grinning, eyes fixed on Oli, who met his gaze defiantly. She noted the use of the recently adopted nickname, the dropped jaws of his parents.

“Very well,” she concluded.

“Come,” George nodded, inviting her to follow behind him, “I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping.”

Molly blinked rapidly as her son and Oli disappeared upstairs.

“I know he said they were friends,” Arthur pointed out, “but I cannot help but wonder if we should have prepared a large bed instead.”

—

“You do realise your parents are gonna think we’re dating, right?” Oli pointed out, smirking as she dropped the bag by the door of her appointed bedroom before entering further in.

“They already did anyway.”

“Now is when you tell me that?” she asked, mouth agape.

“Would you have said ‘no’ if you’d known sooner?”

Oli paused to think, eyebrows furrowed.

“Maybe…” she teased.

The redhead scoffed, shaking his head, but a clear smile tugging at his lips. He leaned against the wall by the door, hands in his pockets, his own bag by his feet. Oli was reminded once more of how tall George was, and in that instant, she could not quieten the voice that noted how handsome he was – wearing a casual white blouse, brown trousers held up by matching suspenders and a dark green tailored jacket.

The floor creaked under every step that Oli took towards him to reduce the distance. The bed then squeaked as she sat down facing him, shoulder against the metal bed frame that had seen better days.

“You told your parents about me?” Oli asked seriously.

She hoped he had not noticed the way her voice had strained as she wondered aloud. Her heart tightened in her chest as she awaited his answer. She liked that he told his parents about her, it meant that she mattered to him, that they wanted to know more perhaps. But the prospect also terrified her. She still had not told him that she was a Squibb, and now his family was involved in this secret, in this lie. Oli hated to see it that way, but she could not deny it. A lie was a lie, even by omission.

“Of course,” George answered.

Oli swallowed.

“What did you say?”

“After they barged into your place, I asked them not to do it again.” His tone was unusually serious. “I said they’d get to meet you more in the future, but only once I’d had the chance to get to know you better first.”

George looked down to his feet, a bashful smile plastered on his face.

“They’ve been asking about you every chance they got since,” he admitted. “Though Fred has been entertaining their fantasies of us ending up together much more than I ever did.”

Oli chuckled but did not dare to meet his gaze.

“I ought to give him a good scolding,” she joked.

And just like that, they were back to their usual selves.

“Please, be my guest.”

“I’m sure Angelina has her hands full with him.”

“Trust me, she does.”

Their eyes met, circled by crinkles. A brief silence settled over them, comfortable.

“I’ll go put my bag away,” George said, pushing himself off the wall and picking his belongings off the floor. “My room is across the hall, I’ll be right back.” He turned to leave.

“Your dad said it was your old room?”

Stopping, he peaked over his shoulder.

Eyebrows raised, he answered: “Yes, it is. Well, mine and Fred’s.”

Oli remained silent, wringing her fingers in her lap.

“You wanna see?” he wondered.

Nodding quickly, Oli practically jumped off the bed. Smiling, George held out a hand, which she took gingerly, and he led her to his childhood bedroom. Another piece for her to add to the puzzle that was George Weasley.

[targaryenofrph]

Short N Sweet by Sabrina Carpenter Sentence Starters

Some of these will be NSFW. Change the pronouns and tense as needed for your verses.

I leave quite an impression, five feet to be exact

Every time you breathe his air, just know I was already there

You can have him if you like, I've been there, done that once or twice

I know I have good judgment

I know I have good taste

It's funny and it's ironic that only I feel that way

I promise them that you're different and everyone makes mistakes

I heard that you're an actor, so act like a stand-up guy

Whatever devil's inside you, don't let him out tonight

Please, please, please don't prove I'm right

Please, please, please don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice

Heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another

I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker

Well, I have a fun idea, babe, maybe just stay inside

I know you're craving some fresh air, but the ceiling fan is so nice

We could live so happily if no one knows that you're with me

Don't mistake my nice for naive

You should stay in my good graces

No one's more amazing at turning loving into hatred

I won't give a fuck about you

I know you're not the sharpest tool in the shed

Left me with a lot of shit to second-guess

If that was casual, then I'm an idiot

I'm looking for an answer in-between the lines

You're lying to yourself if you think we're fine

You're confused and I'm upset, but we never talk about it

You found God at your ex's house

Seems like overnight, I'm just the bitch you hate now

We never talk it through how you guilt-tripped me to open up to you

Without her even being here, she's back in your life

Last week, you didn't have any doubts. This week, you're holding space for her tongue in your mouth

Your car drove itself from L.A. to her thighs

Damn it, she looks kinda like the girl you outgrew

Who's the cute boy with the white jacket and the thick accent?

I can't relate to desperation

My 'give a fucks' are on vacation

Too bad your ex don't do it for ya

I'm working late 'cause I'm a singer

He looks so cute wrapped around my finger

You're so dumb and poetic

It's just what I fall for, I like the aesthetic

Every self-help book, you've already read it

Cherry-pick lines like they're words you invented

Just 'cause you talk like one doesn't make you a man

Fuck with my head like it's some kind of fetish

Guess I'll end this life alone

I am not dramatic, these are just the thoughts that pass right through me

This boy doesn't even know the difference between "there", "their", and "they are"

Don't have to tell your hot ass a thing, you just get it

You make me wanna make you fall in love

Wanna try out my fuzzy pink handcuffs?

I know you want my touch for life

If you love me right, then who knows?

One of me is cute, but two, though?

You make me wanna make you fall in love

I showed my friends, then we high-fived

Sorry if you feel objectified

Give me more than just some butterflies

Wanna try out some freaky positions?

Have you ever tried this one?

There's no need to pretend

I've never seen an ugly truth that I can't bend

I'm stupid, but I'm clever

Yeah, I can make a shitshow look a whole lot like forever and ever

We love to read the cold, hard facts and swear they're incorrect

We love to mistake butterflies for cardiac arrest

Don't smile because it happened, cry because it's over

You think it's happy hour, for me it's not

I want you to miss me

Try working on you

I promise you'll be much happier if you do

[ahhnini]

annihilate - rafe cameron x spider!reader (spider-verse!au)

synopsis - rafe is your boyfriend, but what happens when you find out he's an anomaly in your universe?

warnings - angst, established relationship, violence, implied sex, implied character death, manipulation

(let me know if I am missing any warnings)

word count - 2.5k

moodboard 𓆇🕸️𓆸

a/n - rewatched the spiderverse movies and felt inspired! this is a mix of the sonyverse and the mcu!!

“goodnight, love you,” you tell rafe before hanging up the call. you strip down your zip-up and sweatpants, revealing your spider suit underneath. opening your window, you shoot a web onto a neighboring building, swinging, beginning your nightly duties.

It has been a tame night so far, you would say. helping a little girl get home safely, stopping a couple of robberies, and giving some pre-teens a lesson about fire safety. miguel hadn’t called you in for any missions, so you’d just been swinging around in your universe.

you ordered a slice of pizza (fully in your spider suit) and ate it on the rooftop of a building. no one, not even your boyfriend rafe cameron knew you were the spider vigilante of the night.

you’ve gotten extremely close with rafe over the school year, him being a transfer from north carolina, and you’ve helped him become accustomed to the hustle and bustle of new york city.

so naturally, you two fell for each other

you wanted to tell him about your secret badly, why you would be away from school for a couple of days, and why you would always abruptly hang up on him at night.

at the same time, you knew you couldn’t. telling one person would be the equivalent of telling the entire world.

“we should go get ice cream after school,” you hear his voice, he sets down his lunch tray right next to you. “we should, huh? we haven’t gone on dates in a while.” he smiles at you, grabbing your hand and rubbing your thumb. you appreciated the little touches he gave you throughout the day. “we should have a date at least once a week, yeah? we can explore the city, find different stuff to do,” rafe digs into his food, taking a bite out of his sandwich.

“yeah, yeah, let’s do that,” you smile at him, biting into your sandwich.

after school, you two took the subway, walking around the block until you found an ice cream parlor. you both ordered, rafe ordering a single chocolate scoop while you ordered vanilla with sprinkles. “wanna hang at my place?” you offered, licking the ice cream beginning to drip down the cone.

you didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered.

“uh—yeah, would love to. is your aunt may home?” he asks, looking down at the floor. “yeah, she is,” rafe groans. “I don’t think she likes me,” he pouts and you giggle. “she does! she just takes a bit to warm up to.” you smile at him.

suddenly, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and your breathing quickens. something’s wrong. rafe notices, “are you okay?”

“y-yeah…um, I just remembered I left my homework in my locker, you can head to my place—”

“are you sure? you look like you’ve seen a ghost—”

“‘m fine! i’m fine! just, just go!” you shove him aside, running in the opposite direction. you turn back, seeing rafe scratch his head, staring at you.

please don’t follow me. please don’t follow me.

you run towards an alley, quickly putting your backpack on the floor and opening it up. you take out your spider suit and put it on, feeling the material hug your body. you shove your school clothes in your backpack and swing towards whatever is making your senses flare up.

you see it. an anomaly, terrorizing the streets of new york. you see the familiar green uniform, the green goblin. a variant of it. it wasn’t your green goblin, but rather, another universe’s. people flee the streets, hiding in nearby shops.

your attack on the green goblin was a surprise to them. you kicked them right across the stomach and began webbing their torso to restrict movement. thankfully, it worked, you dragged them to a secluded area so you could portal them back to their universe. you tapped on your watch, letting your boss, miguel, know that you’d gotten the job done.

you were so tired. you haven’t fought an actual villain in such a long time. out of all the universes, why’d you have to be in the one that was so boring? after you sent the anomaly back to its universe, you went back to the alley where you’d left your backpack…where someone had stolen it. along with your ice cream. shit. you can’t be in two places at once, right?

rafe still couldn’t be at your apartment after the incident, you thought. it was all over the news, footage of your battle playing out. mr. and mrs. cameron would’ve called him home by then.

they didn’t.

you snuck into your bedroom, quietly opening the window, webbing your way inside, careful to not make any noise. when you made it to the middle of your room, you sighed in relief.

but then you turned around.

rafe stared at you, wide-eyed and mouth agape. he shook his head as if he was dreaming. “what the hell are you still doing here?!” you whisper-shouted. “your aunt may talked to my parents! they wanted me to go home as soon as they heard what was going on but she talked to my parents, convinced them that I had to stay here ‘cus she ‘didn’t want anything to happen to me’” he makes finger quotes in the air, eyes still gawking at you. “I can’t believe you’re the spider-hero I see on youtube. does may know?” his voice suddenly grew. you quickly hushed him, “no! she doesn’t! keep it down!”

you quickly dig through your drawer, finding random clothes. you begin to strip down in front of rafe, not caring that he’s currently seeing you in your intimates. quickly putting on a shirt and shorts, you shove your spider suit inside your closet, along with your watch.

“please, don’t tell anyone about this rafe!” you begged, putting your hands together. “I won’t promise.” “good”

may burst inside, looking disheveled. she immediately runs up to you, checking to see if you're hurt. “no call, no texts, what were you thinking?!”

you bite your lip, immediately coming up with an excuse, “I know, i’m sorry, I got back on campus when it first started happening and everyone there got put on lockdown. and you know how our school blocks phone signals—”

you felt so guilty. may was the only person in your family left and you were lying to her. she pulled back, relief etched on her face. “it’s okay, thank god you’re safe. where’s your backpack?!”

“uh I…lost it…” you reply sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. may sighs. you hear sizzling coming from the kitchen and gasping, she immediately runs off. you turn back to rafe, his things already packed. “i’m heading off for the night, i’ll see you tomorrow,” he pulls you in for a hug, craning down to whisper in your ear, “your secret is safe with me.” he gives a polite goodbye to aunt may before exiting your apartment.

“c’mon, we’re going out to eat. i burnt the lasagna.” may chuckles as she fans the pan, your little home smelling like burnt food.

the next day, you’re at rafe’s house. he’s asking you all these questions about your superpowers, and you can’t help but giggle in response to some of them.

“do you lay spider eggs?”

“ew, no, that’s never happened before.”

“how far can you shoot your webs?”

“i’m not sure”

“can I see your suit?”

you chuckle as you reveal your spider suit in your bag. during dinner, aunt may have told you she’s had enough of buying you backpacks, so she gave you one of her old canvas bags to use for school.

your watch rings, and you see miguel’s face pop up. rafe’s eyes widen and you chuckle nervously. “that’s uh, my boss…excuse me for a moment.” quickly exiting his room, you make your way to the nearby restroom to answer the call.

“there’s been a reported anomaly in your universe, I need you to hop on it. he’s from universe 664, and he’s highly dangerous. I can’t believe we just found him. we’ve been looking for him for months.” miguel rambles.

“who is it?” you ask, ears perking up.

"we have his file with a picture on it for reference, it should’ve already been sent to you. when you capture him send him right to hq so we could eliminate him.”

“okay, thanks miguel. i’ll get to it asap.” you see him nod at the other end of the call before hanging up. you sigh before pressing a couple of buttons on your watch to bring up the file.

you couldn’t believe your eyes. the anomaly was…rafe?

you reentered his room, silent.

“you okay?”

no.

how were you supposed to do this?

“yeah, duty calls, i’ll talk to you tomorrow,” you say quietly.

this can’t be right. why was your web fluid…watery? you swear you perfected this batch of web fluid, you even tested it out in your locker during lunch. you kept shooting your webs, hoping it’s just the chemical compound of the new formula and it’ll somehow, become sticker when it clings to the building. your optimism was shattered when your canisters became lighter.

you’ve been pacing around your complex rooftop for the past two hours, thinking about rafe. capturing him and sending him back to his universe would’ve been easier as you still could visit him. you couldn’t get the words miguel said out of your mind.

send him to hq so we can eliminate him.

eliminate him.

you shake your head, laying down on the concrete ledge, looking up to the stars, hoping tomorrow you'll wake up and this mission will just be a dream.

the pressure weighed heavy. you couldn't concentrate, your boyfriend noticed. he furrowed his eyebrows as he kissed you all over your body, rough hands gripping your sides. you shoved him aside, letting out a puff of air. rafe turned his body towards you, gently moving the hair that fell on your face. he calls your name, "hey, talk to me." shaking your head, you turn away, facing your bedroom window. he wraps his arm around your torso, pulling you close to him. he inhales a sharp breath, softly speaking, "i'll be here when you're ready to talk, 'kay?" nodding your head, you stare out into the concrete jungle, closing your eyes.

he knows. he knows that the spider society assigned him as your mission. he knows they'd never make you kill him yourself, so they're gonna make you send him to the society so the other spiders could kill him. how considerate.

rafe felt bad, real bad when he bugged your suit. while you were taking your call with miguel a couple of days ago, he broke into your bag and tweaked your web shooters, causing the formula to become less sticky. it was sick, but he had to do everything in his power to delay you from your mission.

of course, he knew who you worked for. miguel o’hara. that name left a bitter taste on his tongue. they do have history after all. how can a man like him not pay the repercussions of destroying an entire universe, and be looked up by so many others, while he’s villainized? it’s just not fair.

in his universe, he was spider-man. he was a hero. that all changed when you came into his life. he fell for you, hard.

then you fell for him. literally.

when your body was flung off the clock tower, his mind raced a million miles per hour. you were gone. the love of his life. he spiraled, falling into obsession with the fact that you were gone because of him.

deep in his grief, he began wondering the “what-ifs.” using his scientific knowledge, he created technology that brought a hologram of you back to him.

but it wasn’t enough.

he needed to physically hold you, he needed someone with true emotions, not just a ghost of you.

then he discovered the multiverse.

universes where you’re alive, where you’re with him.

he became jealous.

he traveled through different universes, coming in contact with all the different lives you were living.

they weren’t good enough. they weren’t you.

he was relentless, finding every universe you were in, not giving a damn about the consequences. that's when he stumbled upon your universe.

and it was like you never left.

taking the life and identity of your universe's rafe cameron was a simple task for him. he had the same family, the same friends, and the same personality. it was a complete parallel of his own.

he gently rubbed your back while you slept. how could the society do this to you? you told him you haven't been getting that much sleep, so being the good boyfriend that he is, he put you to sleep using his signature method. poor thing, there's so much weight on your shoulders right now.

“miguel, stop calling me!” you exclaimed. you were hiding in one of the restroom stalls, unexpectedly running out of the classroom in the middle of a lecture.

he sharply glares at you through the screen, “you need to hurry on this mission, he’s starting to cause problems in your universe,” he sighs before saying your name, “people are starting to disappear, cities are starting to collapse.”

your eyes widen.

“layla told us if you don’t bring him to headquarters by tonight, your entire universe will collapse,” he replies, abruptly hanging up the call.

your breathing quickens, chest rising up and down. you clutch your shirt, trying to calm yourself.

you storm out of the building, heading towards who knows where.

after long hours of pondering and anxiety building up, you approach the cameron house, getting ready to ambush rafe. seeing him take a nap from his window, you stopped in your tracks.

was this worth it?

killing your boyfriend for the sake of the universe sounded like the unique ultimatum. but what would happen if…you didn't send him to miguel? yeah, your universe would meet its end but…you get to be with rafe. besides, letting the society kill rafe would become an endless cycle. you'd look for him in every universe, ultimately destroying them as well. then you'd become the anomaly, and then you'd have a target on your back.

they'll kill you too.

but at least you'll be with rafe, right?

climbing the rooftop and propping the window open, you sneak inside, tiptoeing to his bed, you hold your watch out, preparing to send him through a portal.

you turn over to his nightstand, seeing his lamp glitch with vibrant colors.

tears brim in your eyes as you put the watch down, and gently wake up rafe.

"hey…" you softly say, gently shaking his shoulder. he turns around, smiling.

"why do you have your watch on?" he mumbles, pulling you closer to him.

you don't respond, instead laying down on the bed, facing him. he smiles and tucks your hair behind your ears. "did you miss me?"

"yeah"

this is the last time you'll be seeing him, anyway.

looking at the wall behind him, colors start phasing in and out.

rafe buries his head in your neck, relishing your scent. you pull away, taking one last glance at him.

it felt like nothing. the world you grew up in was quickly disappearing, but the world you've known to love was still in front of you. you hold rafe's face, pulling him for a kiss as you both disappear into nothingness.

divider credits - sseuda on tumblr

[angelmichelangelo]

right around the corner II

verse: 2012/2018 rating: g words: 16k series: part two of home we go

x

“Are you sure it isn’t just another stray again, Don?” Raph’s voice carries itself loudly through the length of the empty sewer tunnel, a hint of teasing webbed around his words, evident also in the way the corners of his mouth twitch upwards into a slight smile, Donnie scoffs in response, quickening his steps to further the distance between them.

He glances down at the mutagen tracker in his grasp, the little green dot blinking up at him in quick succession. “Pretty positive,” he replies in a flat tone. He steps around a shallow pool of dirty sewer water. Something small and dark bobs around at the surface. Raph follows suit close behind him. “This thing wouldn’t have just gone off for another cat or rat.” They walk in silence for a little while. They pass an open storm drain that lends itself to a sliver of morning light that comes through, dots of dust float around in its wake before Raph slices through it with his body. “But… but where would a mutant come from, Don? One that we don’t know about, I mean.” Donnie glances over towards him to watch the shape of his more pronounced jut of his throat bob with uncertainty. “It’s just us down here. Right?” That had been the case for the last ten years of their lives. No more Kraang or Shredder or imposing alien invasions. Their biggest posed threat these days were pulled muscles and sore heads after a good beat down with a few rouge Purple Dragons, mostly because they weren’t kids anymore. And being so close to thirty was a chore, on both the body and soul it appeared, especially when you were a ninja that spent so much of your youth flipping about pulling ridiculous stunts. It all caught up to you, one way or another. Donnie sighs. The dot grows bigger on his screen, continuously blinking with vigor. “I can’t imagine we’ve gone this long without any knowledge about any secret mutant roaming about the sewer,” he says. He looks up. There’s a fork where the tunnel splits off. He pauses only for a brief moment before he moves towards the left side, Raphael follows wordlessly. “But never say never,” he adds, voice dropping a careful octave.

They keep moving through the dark still of the tunnel. The stench down here is more pungent than usual, mostly because it’s so hidden away from where any sewage worker might find themselves. It’s clear that it’s an untouched part of the underground in the way that trash and the corpses of whatever poor rodent had succumbed down here lines the edges of the walls, pushed aside as they make way of the path ahead of them. 

Raph carefully toes the bones of what looks to have been a mouse, with a grimace. “Maybe there’s a reason we ain’t found this thing yet,” he says. He gags a little when the strong odor grows heavy and thick in the air. “Dude. This place reeks. Even for a sewer.”

Donnie hums in agreement, maybe to save having to swallow down any of the stink himself, he refrains from verbally responding. The dot winks dangerously at him now.

“I feel sorry for whatever sucker is living down here,” Raph says sadly as they carry on. “Like. Really sorry.”

Donnie huffs. The sour air tickles the back of his throat and he has no choice but to swallow it down. “Raph, be quiet. We don’t know what’s down here and we don’t wanna—”

Something in the shadows shifts. The sounds of empty, hollowed out cans clank together and there’s a soft whimpering cry following after it. Years of ninja reflexes kick in at once as both turtles make a grab for their respective weapons. The blunt metal of Raphael’s sai’s wink in the dim light.

“Careful,” Donnie whispers. His mind supplies him with flashes of old memories of mutant squirrels and his gut churns at the thought. He edges half a step closer nonetheless.

Raph is the first to step forward and whatever lurks ahead of them whimpers at the sight. Donnie’s white knuckles grip on his staff seems to loosen. This… this isn’t a monster.

“Hey,” Donnie says softly. Raph hesitates before turning to face him. “I don’t. I don’t think it’s dangerous. I think it’s—”

There’s a sharp hiccup of breath and the cans rustle again and Raph’s spinning around in an instant, in the same motion he’s also dropping his brandished fists by his sides as the source of the noise slowly clears the shadowy corner of the tunnel. 

Stepping forward is a tiny mutant turtle, a scruffy, yet distinguishable orange bandana wrapped around the top of his little head, thumb wedged in the corner of his mouth and big, round ember eyes sparkling with fresh tears, Donnie feels his heart drop to his feet in mere seconds. “Oh.” Raph says blankly as he stares uselessly at the tot. “Oh, shit.”

continue reading on ao3!

[butterflytint]

OK I JUST FINISHED READING TLAL THIS MORNING AND CAN I JUST SAY I AM IN LOVE

Before i read tlal i read parasite and i was just not ready to read another book because of my high expectations BUT YOUR FIC IS JUST SO 😫😩🥰😍😭💞🩻🧪😞😖

anyway i joined yhe groupchat on insta and followed you everywhere and i also have some question

How do you think it'll be if y/n was in the original universe of aot?

How many chapters does the fic have left (pls say 10+ i dont want it to end🥲)

What do you think it'll be like if eren and y/n met when they were younger?

What do you think eren and y/n social media is like? Do they post alot? How many followers do they have?

What do they smell like? (Ik it might sound weird but i just wanna know what my girl and my man smell like)

I HATE imagining other girls as y/n cuz im just jealous like that, but what do you think she looks like?

Anyway those are all the questions i could think of right now, but i just wanna say I LOVE YOUR FIC AND I CANT WAIT FOR THE NEW CHAPTE, I LUV YOU BYEEEE

well first off THANK YOU FOR READING!!

secondly lemme answer these questions!!

1) if y/n was in the original aot universe, i feel like she’d be a very strategic person alongside armin and would have more of a intellectual role and when she fights she uses a very stealth/clever approach in comparison to her counterpart (eren) who goes in odm gear and titan bites blazing. Romantically, I feel like y/n and eren would meet after training camp and it would be in a life or death situation where she’s being led by a different commander and they bicker about the different set of orders given but ultimately have to like fight their way out of whatever situation and he whips out the “i’m a titan” and bull dozes through enemies and exhausts himself and she has to lug him to safety and then they become friends that end up falling in love 🤚🏼 did i just lowkey plan a eren x reader canon verse fic and enjoy it, yes i did

2) i still don’t know how many chapters exactly 🥲😵‍💫 it’s quite possibly somewhere in the 3-5 range im still not sure! i’ll let yall know though

3) so eren and y/n had many opportunities to meet when they were younger because of zeke and masons little league games. They almost did meet that one time and it would’ve been so amazing. But if they met when they were at that age, there’s a chance he would’ve been protective over her since day one being the young hero complex having boy he is. The thing about y/n is that she’s very kind and will make everyone around her feel it, so because of that, Eren would’ve felt more of an obligation. There’s a chance they could’ve blossomed into a cute relationship but their families and the dynamics would’ve made it difficult and it would’ve been another dean situation. Dean was very gentle and kind but eren was a lot more hot headed so there’s a chance if eren reacted any way towards y/ns family when they were still in high school, y/n would not have fucked with that but seeing as she’s endured much, she admires Eren’s will to stand up for himself and others. But their relationship would only go as far as him having feelings for her and never acting on them or confessing because he was not accustomed to acknowledging his feelings at that age at all. So if they met earlier there’s a chance their relationship would’ve had many many more trials and tribulations

4) eren has like a thousand followers on instagram but follows only two hundred. And he doesn’t even do it to look cool he just doesn’t realize he can follow ppl back cuz he NEVER posts or even uses social media. Tik tok tho he’s on there more than an i pad kid, doesn’t post tho. Y/n is somewhat active on instagram and has a decent number of followers too. She posts every so often when she’s looking cute and all and one of the only reasons eren opens the app is to see her pretty face and comment abt how lucky he is. And on tik tok she only posts little aesthetic day trip stuff, nothing too fancy

5) y/n smells like vanilla and fresh cookies (vanilla is my go to scent and whenever i wear my combo i get these compliments) also someone told me yesterday i smelled like an ice cream shop and i was like oh wow—so she smells like that and i feel like eren loves that because it reminds him of the warmth from his childhood. Eren smells like how a MAN should smell. He has that clean fresh minty smell and his go to cologne smells has a woody note to it, something like pine. Something you would just wanna bury your face into and inhale

6) i think the way i always imagine y/n whenever i read anything is just a yassified version of myself and i think we all do this but if i had to put a face to tlal y/n i feel like a young jessica alba fits or that fan art by frostbite studios of taryn duarte from the cruel prince is what i envision but just somebody with a timeless beauty yk

THANK YOU FOR THESE QUESTKONS ILYYY

[valentine-cafe]

Hello, hello!

That one anon got me inspired. Can we get 781 Rishen going ham on his 209 variant?

Maybe the poor guy's had a bit too much on his plate that day, and his variant decided to add on to the trouble as well. I wanna see the mad scientist cry :) (affectionately, of course)

-🙇

˖⁺. ﹙ the hybrid hero & the hybrid mad scientist. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . aw, are you crying? !! 🍒 :   hero ˖ nerd ˖ mantis-moth-spider hybrid character & spider-moth-mantis hybrid ˖ mad scientist ˖ yandere character﹙ verse 781 rishen ft. 209 rishen. ﹚

rishen 781 displaying his ruthlessness to any of his variants is a feat people can only hope to never experience themselves

𖹭. ps : okay but rishen is such a mean girl help me thank you for giving me this opportunity to write him being a bitch

“more quiet than usual, aren’t you?”

a tut leaves the older as he circles the one bound. head hung low and a deep sigh leaving his lips. as though this is another simple monday blue. as though he has not been kidnapped from his very verse and dragged to one he despises.

“nothing to say to me?” the murmur from rishen 209 drips with mocking. a bitter venom spoken with honeyed tones as two of his delicate fingers push under his variant’s chin. lifting it so that maroon eyes that mirror his face him.

“or is that fear? defeat? my, I never would have expected such from the oh-so-valiant hero.”

a cold snap fills the air. rather than tears. than a twist of expression. tired begs to be left alone -

rishen 781’s brows narrow. and with a tight jaw - he mutters lowly. calmly.

“look. . . I get it.”

lips pulled into a frown as he begins, he speaks slowly. almost too clearly.

“the sight of me ticks you off. it irks you. to see yourself so full of life. with many more opportunities.”

209 arches his own brow. a strained smile finding his lips. as though he found these words absolutely amusing. the height of comedy - in fact. pathetic.

“don’t flatter yourself.”

“one of us ought to do it.”

it blows the scientist’s eyes wide open. fingers that raised a chin now tighten around the younger’s jaw. tight, a warning. as he gives the other a rough shake. “and what is that supposed to me?”

to his dismay, a smile forms on rishen 781’s lips. an elevator look thrown the other’s way. as though he couldn’t make this any worse.

“look at yourself. is self-flattery even something you know?” a strained chuckle leaves him. “please. if that was the case - I wouldn’t be here huh? eres el mismo niño pequeño buscando una cura. es patético.” ( you're the same little kid looking for a cure. it's pathetic. )

the click of his tongue sends 209 into a frozen state. blood running cold. his ears ringing. for a moment - he can all but stare. his grip falters in the slightest - and all 781 does is chuckle. laugh.

“I mean. I get it. you have to drag me along every now and then to keep your husband entertained? god knows you can’t do it yourself. where’s he now huh? did you two fight again? is he finally leaving you for the roach you are?”

it hit a bit too close to home. perhaps it was the fact that it was a version of his younger self saying it straight to his face. someone that looked like him. sounded like him.

“he’ll race over if he knows I’m here. why don’t you call him? are you two fighting?”

oh, but 781 does not stop there. he chases closer in his binds. craning his head. with a twinkle of maroon smile and that damned. sweet. smile.

“face it. nunca serás yo. inténtalo todo lo que quieras. es divertido ver la definición de locura y estupidez.” ( you'll never be me. try all you want. it's fun to see the definition of insanity and stupidity. )

and when the tears fall. all that fills the air is a scoff.

“what? admitting defeat?”

[witchbugs]

hello beloved mutuals u’ll never guess what character this post is about. to celebrate the episode betty’s ten year anniversary of existence here is a annotation of sorts (?) of my betty playlist (<- talking to empty audience) warning this makes increasingly less sense

starting off strong with betty (a little bit of madness) by half shy !!!!! we dont appreciate this song enough THERE IS A SONG ABT HER !!!!!! BY SOMEONE WHO WROTE MUSIC FOR THE SHOW :3 dont even have to say anything abt this one

THE MOON WILL SING BY THE CRANE WIVES. ITS THE. THE I COULD HAVE BEEN ANYONE ELSE. I SPENT SO MUCH TIME DEDICATED TO SIMON IM NOT SURE THERES EVEN ANY ME LEFT ANYMORE. shaking like a rabid dog do we get the vision

the deal by mitski !! this one is just sooo betty fusing with golb ok trust me

& by tally hall!! this one is solely for the outro tbh 😭 BIG BAD BETTY OF THE POCALYPSE, SHE OPENS HER LIPS AND IT GOES LIKE THIS ‼️🔥🔥

I BET ON LOSING DOGS BY MITSKI. GODDD THIS IS THE ONE THAT MADE ME WANNA MAKE THIS POST. III BET ON LOSING DOGSS, I KNOW THEYRE LOSING AND I PAY FOR MY PLACE BY THE RING. simon/ice king ok. are we seeing the vision. and dont even get me STARTEDDD on i always want u when im finally fine… ITS THE WAY SIMON WAS INSANE AND WHEN HE WAS FINALLY HIMSELF AGAIN SHE WAS GONE. EATING GLASS. and FINALLY the SOMEONE TO WATCH ME DIE. GODDDD.

curses by the crane wives! I JUST THINK IT FITS OK :3 the devils after both of ussss OUGHGUH

no eyed girl by lemon demon, gonna be so real idk how to explain this one. we’re just vibing

i’m your man by mitski. yes theres a lot of mitski. this is on my petrigrof playlist as well and i think it could be from either pov tbh. LIKE the first verse is betty i think and the second is simon’s suicidal ass in fionna and cake

running up that hill (a deal with god) by kate bush :3 this ones just OBVIOUSSS id make a deal with god… GET HIM TO SWAP OUR PLACES…..

my girlfriend is a witch by october country ! just for sillies. magic betty ily forever and ever

love, me normally by will wood! dont know how to explain this one either tbh bc will wood lyrics scramble my brain but in a pleasant way. idk i just think shes full of autism and also magic insanity

sick of losing soulmates by dodie! OUGHGHG. another more petrigrof centered one but mannn . I CAN FINALLY SEE UR AS FUCKED UP AS ME SO HOW DO WE WIN. I WONT TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER. lighting myself on fire

death thrice dawn by the scary jokes! ngl i dont remember adding this one but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ tossing this verse at u

wife by mitski!!!! is this a stretch. idc idc. ur home to mee if i am not urs what am iiii

goodbye, my danish sweetheart by mitski !! guhh magic betty and “i’m sure that uve seen what its done to my heart” and “im not the girl i ought to be” and “you can tell them what u saw in me and not the way i am” ☹️ ANDDD could we just be what we’re meant to be, im just about to beg u pleaseew ☹️💔

i guess by mitski GODDDD so proud of her for moving on and idk learning to pass the bechdel test i GUESS but im GOINJ TO EAT FIBERGLASS

ANDDD THATS THE END !!! FOR NOW !!! there will be more songs on this playlist later :3 if u read this ily and i will probably do this w/ my petrigrof playlist at some point :3

[bigbumder96]

account introduction thing!!!??

ngl i feel a bit goofy doing this🙁

general:

name: darcie

age: im a minor😭

gender: girl (she/her :3 )

sexuality: lesbian

from/live in: england unfortunately😣 east london specifically, or essex depending on if u focus on the postcode or the london borough😭 officially its east london tho

interests:

tv shows:

- the inbetweeners

- white gold

- station 19 (still have to catch up on the latest episode lmao

- 9-1-1 (also still have to catch up one episode😭)

- fresh meat

- ted lasso

- heartbreak high (both the old version and the reboot !!! i dont prefer one over the other, although i do tend to post about the 90s one more lmaooo)

- friday night dinner

- this country

- call the midwife

- ackley bridge

- baby reindeer (i wouldnt exactly call it an interest, this show fucking traumatised me, but i watched it like last week😭)

- phoenix rise

- moment of eighteen (a k-drama btw!!)

- move to heaven (also a k-drama!!)

- there she goes

- benidorm

- skins (only gen 2 tho im afraid😞)

- the inBESTigators (dont judge lmfao😭😭😭)

- little lunch (i cant theyre js both such good shows)

- dodo (a cartoon)

- taskmaster (only season eight tho for the icon joe thomas‼️)

- mr bigstuff

- supacell

im currently watching derry girls and jamie johnson atm !!

films:

- the shawshank redemption

- the green mile

- goodbye charlie bright (my absolute fav omg)

- the business

- the football factory (theyre making the sequel to this at my school im so happy i love nick love films😍i didnt see nick love himself tho💔)

- good will hunting

- bohemian rhapsody

- dead mans shoes

- ferris buellers day off

- harry brown

- little miss sunshine

- the inbetweeners movie

- the inbetweeners 2

- white chicks

- the basketball diaries

- mid90s

- spiderman: into the spider-verse

- spiderman: across the spider-verse

music:

- alex g (fav song: too many to put here, but if i had to pick then prolly the whole race, trick, and rules album, as well as hope (the song) and bobby (also the song)😭)

- tv girl (fav song: better in the dark, louise, and daughter of a cop)

- the fratellis (fav song: for the girl)

- the killers (fav song: read my mind and andy youre a star)

- the smiths (fav song: girl afraid, bigmouth strikes again, and this night has opened my eyes. guys i swr i liked them songs before they got popular im acc rly annoyed at the tiktofication of bigmouth strikes again and this night has opened my eyes😣)

- queen (fav song: spread your wings and long away)

- the stone roses (fav song: i wanna be adored and made of stone. basic i know😣😣)

my ALL-TIME FAV - the jam (fav song: when youre young, eton rifles, pity poor alfie / strangle, david watts)

- oasis (live forever. icba to type ‘fav song’ anymore😭)

- mitski (why didnt you stop me, goodbye my danish sweetheart, me and my husband, your best american girl, once more to see you, etcetera…)

extras:

- im into football and i am a big arsenal fan !!!! my fav player is def martin ødegaard, and i may or may not be one of those deluded emile smith-rowe fans who think that hes gonna have a huge comeback and be like he was two seasons ago🤫🤫🤫

(edit: im gonna kms he left arsenal🙁)

i also support england as a country (obviously) plus a tad bit of dagenham amd redbridge, because they are my local ! (before you call me a glory hunter, ive supported arsenal since i was 3 because thats what my mum and grandparents support!!! also its a bit hard to support your local when not all the games are televised and you cant afford a season ticket, not to mention i had no clue who dagenham and redbridge were when i was choosing a football team, because i had no clue how leagues worked and i didnt gaf about football tbh💀)

- i like webtoons! my fav is jacksons diary, our walk home, and crystal city killers😱 (please does anyone have any cute wlw webtoon recs im so desperate)

- in year seven my drama teacher made us watch a play (on the screen, not irl) called slowtime but we didnt get to finish it💔my teacher spoiled the ending but i didnt care and tracked down the rest of that video bcs slowtime is such a good play i love everything abt it😍

- last year i was obsessed with this book series called football academy (written by tom palmer) and it was genuinely so good but there was nobody myp age cuz it was for kids💔i dont rly read them anymore, but the interest is still there if someone by chance has read them please contact me and have a conversation with me about it🙏🙏🙏

- i also have a very obscure interest about london boroughs??? like i dont even know a lot about them, i just love talking about/watching videos about london boroughs... i blame the lb guy on tiktok

i apologise as this was very long, and i probably wont even post that much😭 sorry for the yapping tho🙏🙏🙏

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Love in a hopeless Place 39

Synopsis: She was barely grown up, when she stepped into the bar that was the center of Zaun's resistance. The people she met there would forever change her life, and one of them especially. Silco x reader/OC; first-person POV; overall rating: E for Explicit; canon-compliant (though I might make a stretch on the timeline here and there to make things fit my symbolism); age gap! (younger female, older male); 9 chapters; 45k; cis female reader/POV; no beta-reader; completed Chapter ratings/warnings: G for General, major character death (canon), mentions of pregnancy and birth, hints of postpartum depression, might be a tear-jerker Wordcount: <1k Author's note: Hi, how are you? Feel ready to have your heart broken on a Tuesday morning? Baby Silco would be so cute... Only one more part, then this wild ride is over again... Comments would be appreciated!

Today's music recommendation: Mad Season - River of Deciet

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Act III

Chapter III

Part 2/3

The next few months went by in a haze.

First I found a small apartment with two rooms, a little kitchen and an en suite bathroom. Of course, I instantly wrote back home, but yet again I got no answer. With rent coming up, I would be left without any money.

Luckily, Roxanne soon really presented me with a job.

I could work for a hatter whose store was around 20 minutes by foot away from my new home.

He allowed me to work at home once the baby would be there and overall only needed my service three times a week. He didn't pay me much, but it was enough to pay rent and buy food.

I heard about horrible fighting in Piltover, but tried to shut the news out as good as possible.

Still, the rumors were what kept me hopeful.

My letters probably got lost in the chaos of the war. Soon it would all be over. Then they'd reach Silco and he would come get us.

At day, I was so busy that I had no time to ponder, but at night, sleep came very badly at me. I was sleeping on a sofa bed, as I wanted the bedroom to be the baby's room, and lying on it got more and more bothersome the more my belly grew.

The midwife Roxanne recommended me was a strict yet caring person. She reminded me a little of Sevika with her short sentences and slight facial hair. But she was well versed in her discipline, and she promised me she would get me well through this.

Finally, my daughter was born on a sunny, yet cold day.

Oh, how I wished Silco could be there with us and see her. 

Of course, he had known all along that it was a girl. Silco with a boy? Unthinkable.

She truly was the prettiest little thing I had ever seen, lush black hair framed her face, her eyes still blue as the sky above Demacia. She was a good baby, as if she sensed the deep sadness that lingered in her mother, and she never gave me a hard time.

The letter that let my world fall down arrived almost exactly four weeks after she was born.

My hands were shaking as I received the letter from Piltover and I had to sit down to open it.

There was no sender on it, but the writing wasn't Silco's neat one, so much I could tell.

This was the handwriting of someone who wasn't used to wielding a pen.

"Dear Missus."

I looked at the scribbly handwriting and instantly knew who this letter was from. Only Sevika called me like that.

"I'm afraid to tell you, but the boss is dead. Has been since the night you left. But I didn't wanna shock you in your condition. I guessed that baby should be there now. Are you fine? Can I have a picture? Things here are a bit wild. You should stay where you are. I'll send you what you need. Money is not a problem either. I hope you are good. - Sevika."

I clutched the letter and crumbled the paper against my heart. At first, I didn't feel anything. 

Everything was suddenly numbed, the noises from the streets, the sound of my breath, the crumbling of paper.

I felt as if I were packed in cotton. But then I noticed the small drips fall down on the floor in front of my feet. I had feared it, but I had no idea he was actually gone.

The last interaction we shared would forever be him shoving me out of his office and locking me out.

Oh, how I missed his hands around my shoulders, his lips on mine, his scent that never failed to sweep me off my feet. I even missed kicking him at night for his constant snoring. To think I would never be experiencing this again left me hopeless, and I curled up into a ball on the sofa until the weak wailing of my daughter reminded me of my liability. My feet almost didn't carry me to her nursery, and I faltered as I looked at her pitch black hair.

Silco had hoped she would look like me, now I hoped she would develop some of the features I had loved so much.

"There, there, Mommy is here," I whispered, cradling her and sinking to the ground.

Seeing me upset, made her even more fuzzy, but I brushed over her little cheek to dry her tears.

All the more if there was nobody left to dry mine.

"He would have loved you so much," I whispered and held her tight against my shoulder.

She cooed at me, and I actually managed a smile.

I had to be strong. If not for me, then for her.

In the evening, I managed to put down an answer for Sevika. I didn't need or want much.

A little money sure would help, but I had a job, and we were fine so far.

I just wanted to pay the people back that had been so kind to me, and I still owed the midwife some. I also sent Sevika the requested picture.

We stayed in contact, and each month she demanded a new one. She never commented on the baby and also didn't reveal how she was doing. 

But I got it from the news, that she became the first Zaunite councilor. I thought that Silco would have liked that. I sure did.

She also never told me what happened to Silco or to Jinx. She only made sure that my daughter and I had everything we wanted.