#YES I WILL BE DRAWING HIM SOON DONT YOU WORRY

[vancruejovi]

Cody Rhodes 🇺🇸

[lemmetreatya]

actor!armin who always plays innocent, helpful characters on screen but is a manipulative menace in real life.

when press conferences and interviews come around, he knows how to put on an act; sweet smiles, careful attention to younger children and their fumbled words, barely any contact when it comes to female colleagues. when fans catch him outside of the studio, he’s friendly and never shuns admirers away. actor!armin knows he has the whole thing down to a T and has never had to worry about his exposure of behind the scenes behaviour.

but when it comes to you, his most trusted fan site runner, actor!armin doesnt know what draws him to you.

you’re fucking crazy, he thinks — follow his press tour routes, know most of his family and friends on a personal level. hell, sometimes you post updates on schedules even he hasn’t found out yet

actor!armin wants to get rid of you; really and truly, because you make him feel a way about himself that no one else does. you seem to glorify him on a level he’d hate to attain. yes, actor!armin wants people to worship the ground he walks on, but you seem to worship his very being.

“don’t you have any family to fucking attend to? friends? a life?”

actor!armins cornered you around the block wall of the studio although hes due up on stage in 15 for the press release of his latest action film. all he wanted to do was take a quick smoke break, have a breather! but he couldn’t even have that as you too seem to be round the back too.

with a snort, you dont even mind the way he heaves a wad of spit near your foot. did he think that was going to push you away??

“what, you think i do this for free?” a sweet giggle leaves your mouth along with the wad of smoke you puff into his face. “your pa pays me too handsomely for me to walk away because simply because you told me to.”

actor!armin wheres a confused look on his face because actually yes, he did think you did this for free. now that he thinks about it, the fact you were being paid for this makes sense, but he just never thought that was the case. as you watch his face, you realise that too.

“you didnt know?! fuck, you’re more pathetic than i imagined.”

actor!armin doesnt know why but he feels his straight trousers grow slightly uncomfortable at your words. and of course you notice that too because as his mouth gaps for lack of answer, you’re raising your knee between his crotch — the ghosting sensation causing him to slip out an unsolicited moan.

“just think…” your free hand comes down to palm at his trousers in replacement of your knee, your other hand letting you take another drag of your cigarette.

“imagine if people knew just how nasty you were. if all your fans were aware about what the sick type of fuck you were — mighty and worshipped armin arlert getting off to user arminofficialupdates at the back of a conference building, gets hard off of an insult. fucking lame.”

actor!armin starts to let out watery whimpers as he hears you talk down at him. he didnt even realise your hand had slipped past his trousers or boxer briefs until he feels the icy cold air of your hands invading from outside.

actor!armin had his head dipped just over your shoulder whilst his hand stayed on the brick wall by your head for support. your hand dryly ran up and down his cock. the shick, shick of his handjob over powered by actor!armin’s pathetic whines. you continue to finish your cigarette, throwing the stub to the ground once it burnt to the filter. all throughout, your face was unbothered as you continued to degrade the blonde in spouts of annoyance — the occasional “good boy” added in for affect.

actor!armin messily finished over your clenched fist and the light grey of his suit jacket — the material now blotched dark.

the blonde pants for his breath, still stood in the same position. however, you duck under his arm to escape his grasp, but not before wiping the semen that was on your hand onto the back of his jacket. actor!armin whips round as soon as you do it but you dont stay long enough to face the brunt of his reaction. you only smugly walk back into the building through the side door, the fire exit shutting with a grinded halt.

actor!armin lets out a loud “fuck” as he angrily shrugs off his suit jacket — the item soiled. his pa was so gonna kill him.

[purplestars222]

Period comfort with hazbin characters

ft alastor, lucifer, fallen!adam and husk

gn afab reader! no y/n used, and you arent in a relationship with alastor, just besties <3 all the other boys have a crush on you.

there will be more parts, may not be period comfort tho, just more hazbin/helluva characters comforting the reader while theyre sick

cw: mentions of period sex, adam is chubby, slight ooc

mdni please<3

Alastor

The smell of blood draws alastor to your room, hes a little worried that you're hurt, but its nothing he cant fix. As he enters your room, and sees you curled up in the fetal position he goes and sits next to you

"Darling, whats the matter? It's a wonderful day and you're spending it in bed! I believe Charlie is baking cookies! You-"

"go away alastor. i'm on my period."

"Well why didnt you say so!"

Alastor disappears into his shadow, and returns a few minutes later with a hot water bottle, a bottle of cold water, some pain meds and dark chocolate. He throws the items on your bed and smiles at you expectingly. You shoot him back a smile of appreciation. Even tho alastor and you had your moments, he's still a good friend when he needs to be.

Lucifer

Lucifer has a crush on you, and its no secret either. Every day he sits next to you during breakfast, he always makes sure you eat enough. He always does Charlie's silly little trust exercises with you, just being in your vicinity makes him happy. When you dont come down for breakfast, he gets worried, he made your favourite for you- pancakes! He decides to take some to your room. When he enters, and sees you curled up on the bed, he sits the tray of pancakes on your bedside table and sits next to you

"Hey, you didnt come down for breakfast, are you okay??"

you shake your head no, and he seems really concerned. He hates seeing you in pain, its horrible. Suddenly he remembers something- lillith acted like this when she first came to hell, periods. In the garden of eden, lilliths periods didnt hurt her, but as soon as she came to hell, it felt like her uterus was stabbing her, luckily luci fixed it

"Can i help?"

You stare up at him, eyes slightly watering from the pain and nod your head, anything to get rid of this. Luci carefully peels back your blanket and rests his hands on your groin, you shiver at the feeling of his warm hands, its nice. Theres a bright glow of golden light, and suddenly, the pains gone, the period pain at least, you still have a headache, and you're still pretty exhausted. You pull luci into a hug, he hugs back, giving you a kiss on the head

"Want me to run you a bath, sweetheart?"

"Yes please"

Lucifer hops up and heads into your ensuite, he starts a bath, making sure to get some really nice smelling soap and bath salts. He puts some rose petals in the tub to make it look pretty, and a couple of rubber duckies. Lucifer cares so much, hes so sweet.

Adam

Adam doesn't really understand the whole 'periods thing'. They didn't have them in heaven, so he doesn't really know what to do when you wake up grabbing your stomach. He pulls out his phone and decides to have a look online to see if there's anything he can get that will help, theres products from the vee's, but he doesnt trust those fuckers. He scrolls across an article that says orgasms can help with period cramps. When adam first shoots the idea at you, you're hesitant, period sex isnt something you've done before, and it seems a little scary, but you let him. He puts a towel under the both of you, and he makes sure that you 100% wanna do this before he gets started. When you guys have done, your pains are pretty much gone. he pulls you on top of him and you just lay there for awhile, enjoying the warmth from adams soft belly <3

Husk

Husk isn't too educated with this stuff either, but he knows how to take care of someone when they're sick. He doesn't realise you have your period at first, he just thinks it's a stomach bug. He gets you some chicken noodle soup and a few painkillers, when you explain to him that you have no appetite because of how bad the pain is, it suddenly clicks in his brain what's happening. He gives you a small kiss on the forehead, then walks out. He goes to charlie asking for help, she gathers together a basket full of snacks, pads, tampons, a menstrual cup, period underwear, hot water bottle with a cute cat cover and some noise cancelling headphones, in case things get overwhelming. Husk brings it back to you and lets you snuggle into him, something he doesn't allow very often. You spend the next few days cuddled up in bed, playing with husks ears watching movies. He helps you when you need to shower, and also keeps your hot water bottle hot. he just really enjoys taking care of you, not that he'd admit that

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || poly!141 x Reader

[Chapter 29] || [Chapter 31]

Pairing: 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.4K~ cw: injuries + recovery Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: johnny is a filthy man :) but also we love him so is that a problem? no, it's not.

Chapter 30: Playing House

It took a while, but, Simon got healthy, and John and Kyle got their soreness’ settled enough to be able to go back to work.

Johnny, however, needed a little extra TLC. Being shot in the shoulder involved a longer period of medical leave, paired with a long while of physical therapy…

And that means that he decided to make himself your problem.

The rest of the lads left on a mission a few days after being cleared and, as such, left Johnny with you. Not because the lad is incapable of looking after himself, but more so because he, himself, decided he didn’t want to be away from you.

And so, whenever you leave for work, Johnny leaves for PT, then, goes to base for a bit, mostly doing work on things that he can feasibly do without straining his left shoulder/arm… Like doing paperwork and reports, going to the gym for cardio, crunches, and leg and hip workouts… Then he comes home to you.

He goes shopping for you, cooks you dinner, cleans after the two of you, despite your insistence that he rest… But, as it turns out, Johnny isn’t good at that.

Nonetheless, the flat is cleaner than ever before, Johnny’s drawing supplies are permanently stationed on the dining room table, next to your laptop, and some of his clothes have taken a permanent spot in your closet.

And, of course, he spends every night in your bed, spooning you from behind and hiding his face in your neck while you watch tiktoks, talk, or he regale you with the most ridiculous of puns.

In a way, it’s like Johnny MacTavish is your live-in boyfriend. Or, rather, that you’re playing house with him.

You wouldn’t say you hate it. In fact, it’s quite nice to have someone staying with you all night… Johnny is a good partner, he’s helpful and chill and provides wonderful cuddles…

Though you’ve jokingly started calling him ‘Johnny Price’, because, since he hasn’t been working for a month now, he’s let his beard grow out. And he looks like Price more often than he does not.

It’s on week three of your new routine with Johnny when you’re at work, that you get a text from him:

Johnny: guess what bonnie. Johnny: [1 Video Attachment]

You definitely should’ve put on some headphones before you watched that video during work… His grunting and groaning was almost pornographic and definitely earned you a few confused/worried looks from your coworkers…

But all you could think of was how he was finally easing back into his arm/shoulder workouts, which meant he finally got cleared by his PT to do as such!

you: did you finally get cleared johnny? 🥺 Johnny: cleared at 50%. Johnny: not there yet. but soon. you: I’M SO PROUD OF YOU! 🫶🫶🫶 Johnny: thank ye bonnie  you: this calls for a celebration! Johnny: i like how ye think bonnie but im not cleared yet to be able to manhandle ye 😏 you: get ur mind out of the gutter johnny price!!!!!!!! Johnny: oof not ye still calling me that! you: ur beard is looking like his what do u expect of me! 🙄 Johnny: yer right idk what i expected. Johnny: so about this celebration. you: i was thinking we go out for dinner? Johnny: are we going to dress up nice? you: i wasn’t thinking we’d go somewhere super fancy because i do not have money johnnyyyy Johnny: oh good because i dont think i can button up a shirt my shoulder is sore 😖 you: okay then! nando’s!!! 🫶  you: and i’ll give you a shoulder rub when we get home Johnny: speaking my language bonnie.

And so that’s what you did. You went home in a hurry to shower and change, and, for once, Johnny wasn’t there, having chosen to shower and change at base.

You met up in front of the Nando’s closest to your flat and you immediately chuckled at the sight of him. Sure, he had changed, but he was still very much wearing a pair of jeans, sneakers and a grey zip-up hoodie… Although you could very obviously tell he was naked beneath the hoodie.

“Mo leannan.” He murmured in an exaggeratedly polite tone as he popped the door open for you with his good arm.

“Thank you, my good sir…” You joked, which caused you both to chuckle and shake your head.

You got inside, ordered your food and, as you talked, you site adjacent to him, right on his left side, so you could gently rub his arm with your hand.

“Do you miss the lads?” You ended up asking him as you caressed his bicep and shoulder with your hand, watching him wince a bit at it, because he felt so sore from his first workout.

“A little.” Johnny admitted as he looked toward you. “Do you miss ‘em?” He returned the question. You found yourself nodding in reply.

“Having you here is wonderful though… I… quite miss you lot when you’re all gone together. Not to mention I worry sick for you.” You admitted and pressed your lips together a bit awkwardly.

“You do?” He asked you, to which you nodded. So, he continued. “Well.. I guess I understand. I imagine my mam and sisters worry about me too… As do the Kyle and the Captain’s families.” He conceded.

“That’s actually…” You found yourself trailing off as the waiter brought you your orders and you thanked him, unboxing your food so you could dig in.

“As I was saying…” You trailed off. “That’s actually an interesting point… I feel like I know very little about you and the guys’ when it comes to your personal lives… Outside of hobbies and what you do with me.” You mused as you glanced at him as he dug into his double chicken burger one-handed.

“I don’t know much about the others myself to be honest with you.” Johnny admitted as he stole one of your chips off your plate.

“Really?” You asked softly as you ate your own sandwich yourself, nodding along as he continued speaking.

“We try to keep our… ‘outside’ lives under wraps. Even being a team… what we talk about is always very superficial.” He trailed off.

“So you don’t know anything about the rest of them, nor them about you?” You cocked a brow in confusion.

“Oh, no, bonnie, I talk about myself a whole lot, I’m a blabber mouth, me.” He joked and winked at you. “But family is one of those topics that’s best kept under wraps in our line of work.” He told you as he leaned in, rubbing his thumb on the corner of your mouth to wipe it clean of peri-peri sauce. Then, he sucked his own thumb clean.

“What about me? Do I get to know about you?” You asked him playfully as you leaned forward, setting your elbow on the table as you lean in to him, eyebrows raised in intrigue.

“Tell ye what, bonnie.” Johnny leaned toward you too, licking his fingers clean and then wiping them on a napkin before he set a hand on your thigh under the table. “Anything I tell ye about my family is not going to do them justice… So how about I take ye up to meet my family over the summer… And ye meet them directly? Could even take the Captain, Simon and Kyle with us.” He offered.

Your eyes widened a bit and you blinked away the surprise, staring at him like he had grown a second head.

“Meeting your family? Really? Isn’t it a bit early for that…?” You chuckled a bit sheepishly.

“Aye, maybe it is…” He trailed off. “But at this point, I’m basically livin’ wit ye and ye’ve looked after me in sickness, haven’t ye?” He joked. “And I’ve fended off yer ex… so I’ve looked after ye in health, haven’t I?”

Rolling your eyes in amusement, you shook your head. You knew he was just joking, the look in his eyes showed it… “Are you implying that we’re married, Johnny?” You teased him playfully.

“I’m just saying…” He trailed off playfully, a playful smirk on his lips. “And, if we were married, not saying that we are,… I’d make sure to take ye home tonight and rearrange yer guts if ye let me, mo leannan.”

Looking away and biting your lip, you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Shut it…” You trailed off. “You need to rest, your shoulder’s bad still.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t use my mouth on ye… and that you can’t be on top.” He added before he grabbed another one of your chips and popped it in his mouth.

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[intotheelliwoods]

2AL mini AU... the Leoverse.. Leo Generations...

What would their personalities be if they hypothetically did exist?

I actually had storylines in mind for a long while for both Big Leos bigger leo and Poptarts hypothetical little leo! :)

I decided that if Poptarts timeline DID go to shit... the reason would be due to Triceritons! (remember their damn skull in the krang ship? lmao what if they were still alive)

Anyways, the catch here and what makes this dynamic different is that, Poptart would not tell his little leo at all about Sprout. Not even a peep.

Poptart would also be all over this poor little leo constantly to the point of the little leo getting super annoyed. Poptart on the other hand is constantly cheery and upbeat and a giant nuisance! It is not until Poptart finally has some big mental breakdown, and tells his little leo about Sprout and the whole cycle, that the walls break and they can finally bond closely as a duo

Poptart would also, dub his little leo, Pudding. Banana Pudding. Why not.

Anyways Big Leos bigger leo is a bit of a darker story so, I am putting it under a cut, huge warning for character death:

Short version: Big Leo gets a grand total of 3 minutes with his bigger self, before said bigger self dies in his arms

Long version: I have had this one off comic in my head for so long but dont really know how to draw it and I kept thinking it was too dark to draw anyways so... I never drew it But the premise is...

It begins around the start of the Krang apocalypse in Big Leos timeline, him (still has the arm, age 18-20ish) and his brothers are all in some meeting frustrated not knowing what to do, eventually Leo decides he needs a break to think and heads off into another room and sits against a wall

A portal blue opens besides him, and out comes out his bigger self! Leo is freaked as shit before he realizes, oh, this guy is hurt. Leo goes to help his bigger self who is on the floor trying to crawl and check the damage since the guy was losing a lot of blood and it looks like a lot had already been lost

I do not have the exact dialogue down but, it is something along the lines of Bigger Leo insisting "dont worry about me, I need to warn you something, its amazing I made it here at all and.... I am sorry it looks like I showed up too late and...." He then looks into Leos eyes and becomes less tense, he goes "hey..... teacup, its good to see you before melting in for a hug. Leo hugs back and sobs, while the bigger leo soon after starts going limp..

Eventually Leos brothers would find where he hid after he stormed off to see the aftermath to the scene, they would take bigger leo over to their med bay maybe but it would be too late, and trying to get Leo away from the body was a nightmare, Leo could not stop staring

Did I just come up with the Teacup nickname while writing this all down? Yes.. yes I did....

Do you see why this might be too dark for a comic lmao?

This would also explain why Big Leo made no mention of this whole situation to Sprout, I dont think Sprout would have even wanted to know

[leynaeithnea]

Diomedes

Ok so this wikipedia article was a LOT more elaborate than I expected, I just spend over two hours going through it and making notes Nobody asked for it but here are my notes on Diomedes, theyre not consistent, i changed style and detail a few times, but alas here we go:

Diomedes:

strong defender of justice, deserves better

lost a lot of people

warrior very young

athenas favorite warrior

his fathers glory (and shame)

breast plate from haephestus

shield from his father blessed by athena

fathers sword

spear

boars, lion

most expiereneced warrior of achaeans

doesnt like achilles

brought 80 ships

Sthenelus, chariot driver, best friend, epigoni

youngest of the kings

(post homeric: offered immortality, divinified)

helped Odysseus kill Agemenons daughter

helped Odysseus kill Palamedes (bitch deserved)

brave, NOT haunted by hubris

wounds both ares and aphrodite (same day) and attacts apollo, but withdrew in time

granted divine sight to see immortals (on that day)

grew up way too soon

big battle when 14

more level headed than Ody (can take an insult)

doesnt hesitate to call out bs

“let him go or stay, the gods will make sure that he will fight” (hc: he tried, very humbled by the gods)

athena joined his fight once, driving his chariot and guiding his spear

“friends” with glaucus (trojan) (“i wont fight more immortals” “bro, our grandparents were bros”, “ok give me your gold armour, ill give you my bronze one”)

saves Nestor (ody runs away when he asks for help :(

wants to kill hector so he doesnt get taunted (Nestor says no, Zeus says no 3x /+1 lighting) he eventually turns back and gets taunted, he kills another guy

he attacks the trojans at night and wins, after hector boasted, in the end diomedes is the one worshipped as immortal

agamnenon wants to leave, Dio says hes a bad leader (yes), and that he’ll stay to fight the city that is doomed to fall, even with zeus fighting for the trojans, nestor says he has no better idea, proposed to appeall to achilles with gifts (ody and agamenon agree), they fail, Dio tells them “told you so” (but it doesnt matter anyway, theyll win)

he sleeps outside his tent in armour (they wake him n others at night for council about spies, Dio volunteers, he gets to pick a second, he goes for Ody, ody didnt rly want to go, Dio choose him anyway despite deserting him)

Dio and ody face the spy of the trojans Dolon, (hiding between corpses) he almost runs away but Athena “is fighting to be known” doesnt want someone else to strike first, so she makes Diomedes throw the spear and orders him to stop, Dolon tells them good gossip, including white horses, Dio kills him

they do some more bs, like killing people in their sleep (dio) and stealing horses (ody) dio considers unaliving more until athena suggests he may stop so other gods dont get jealous

both kings are good at being stealthy AND open combat

Rhesus horses are badass (first sign for the fall of troy), Dio gets them (bedding gift?), people without the horses and king leave W for the achaeans

Lord of War Cry

dio throws a spear at hector, apollos helmet saves him, but he mingles with the crowd, first time that Dio speaks back and calls him a dog (even the best men loose their temper at times)

Paris shoots his foot, (fucking moron blasts about it, Dio gives him a verbal lashing) he withdraws under cover of Odysseus, ody gets an ouchy

agamennon wants to flee (again), Dio tells them they should just let themselves get wounded again

Dio wins all funeral games of patroclus (though wounded) – Athena makes sure of it – draws first blood in the fight with Ajax, they stop him worried he’d kill him

Athena appears to him undiguised, Athenas favorite

kills some amazons, Achilles kills his cousin (who was a bitch), dio mourns him though and wants to have achilles punished

Dio and Ody bring Achilles son to Troy after Achilles death (bc they could not win the war without him there)

Ody and Dio sent to negoiate for peace after Paris’ death (by poised bow that the two of them stole?)

dio and ody gotta steal a statue of athena, ody disguises himself as beggar at night, dio follows later and brings the statue out

Ody tries to stab him in the back?? (to get the glory himself???) Dio catches it and ties him, and shoves him infront of himself, but refrains from punishing him because they need him (“for the greater good”)

dio is one of the warriors inside the trojan horse

dio leaves immediatly after the fall of troy (after the achaeans angered athena through the rape of cassandra by ajax the lesser) and arrives home safely (favored by the gods) Post Trojan war possibilities:

when he gets there his wife has commited adultery and keeps him out of town (palamedes brother having told he brought a different woman) aphrodite being pissed about the scratch helps her get many lovers, he has to leave again

gets kidnapped by some guy to get sacrificied to ares, gets saved by a girl

comes to the court of some other king who offers him his daughter as wife and lands, if he fights for them, so he does, and has two sons with her

he refuses to fight more trojans later on, he just wants to live in peace

birds haunt him and his men (his men cried so much over his death they got turned into birds)

[bahrtofane]

here we go again - pt.1

pt. 2 , pt.3

jude x fem!reader , trent x fem!reader

empty promise after another leaves you walking in the cold. alone. on valentines day. youre never speaking to another player again.

word count : 1K+

watch it : mild fluff, heavy on the angst, situationships, toxic relationships, Jude is kinda an ass in this one sorry, not very happy ending

happy valentines day LOL

—--

you and Jude have a complex history, complex relationship. 

you aren't officially together but at the same time you are exclusive. it's odd, but it's what works at the moment, (even if you wish he would just grow the balls to make you his already.)

you get he's a busy guy, top player both club and international. you aren't going to force him to choose you or make him get with you while his career is soon about to peak. 

your wishes for more soon fade into the background as he presses gentle kisses into your skin. he called you a few hours prior, wondering if you wanted to keep him company while he binges movies and orders you a pizza. you said yes, maybe a little foolishly. but it's hard to stay away from him. 

he's addicting. maybe it's a rush of being with someone whose whole existence is so grand. maybe it's the fact of knowing you have what millions of others crave for. you don't know, you try not to read into the intricacies. bad habit. 

so here you are, face pressed up against his chest while you lay side by side on this stupidly large couch, action movie playing, your pizza done, belly full and body warm. 

"what are you thinking about love?" he mumbles. 

"you." you shrug.

"me ?" he chuckles. 

you hum, wiggling deeper into the pile of blankets. 

"i've been thinking about you. and us." he confesses, almost shy. the movie playing in front of you has long fizzled out of your attention. 

hey might as well rip the band aid off. 

"me too," you hum, "why aren't we official again?"

you feel him sigh dramatically, "because my career."

you squint. there goes the same lousy explanation. "you could put more i don't know, thought into us."

he shifts under the blankets , "valentine's day is coming up. dont worry love i have it all planned out." he assures you. 

"oh yeah ?" you tease

"just you wait, the best valentine's day ever." he kisses the top of your head soundly.

—--

worst fucking valenties day of your life. you don't remember being more livid a day in your life. you cant remember the last time so much pure rage burned through you, hot enough to hurt. you didn't think it was humanly possible to clench your fist so tight youve dug into your palm hard enough to draw blood. 

your head hurts, your legs hurt, you think your arm is starting to bruise from where you were shoved into a table on "accident" but what would Jude know. he was so busy taking pictures with models and laughing at corny jokes while you kept yourself company. texting and calling didnt work and he didn't even try to give you any attention the whole night, you can't keep doing this with him. 

"you can't just run off-" Jude shouts from somewhere behind you. 

"or what Jude. or fucking what." you seeth, not bothering to face him, storming out into the night. 

It's your fault for trusting him all those nights ago. your fault for falling for the same shit over and over. 

he sprints to catch up to you, "i don't know why you're being like this."

you stop dead in your tracks, "oh i don't know, let's think. you didn't tell me your escorts would be there. and to top it all fucking off they have to nerve to be on my ass the whole night, not letting me get anywhere near you even through we walked in together?"

he doesn't respond and you half the mind not to punch the shit out of him, walking further away from the club you just came from, heels clanking against the sidewalk so hard it hurts, pulling on your dress so you dont trip and fall. maybe you should let it go so you can fall flat on your face. that would be a better ending to the night than seeing his face. silly stupid you thinking this would work. 

"happy fucking valentines day huh Jude. you take me to a damn club, you ignore me the whole night, and you spend all your time surrounded by other women who might as well just suck you off right then and there." you yell, hell if anyone hears. you want them too, you want him to be as humiliated as you feel. 

Bellinghams date thrown away the moment you step inside, ignored and tossed for some common whores. oh you can't wait to see where your face ends up online after tonight. you can see the headlines now. 

he grabs your arm, making you face him, "love listen-"

"no, you dont get to fucking do that anymore. you cant keep sweet talking your way out of things when you fuck up. why can't you just pretend to care" your voice shakes, you can feel tears brimming in your eyes.

"i'm not trying to talk my way out of it, i'm trying to explain." he tries.

you yank your arm out of his grip, "i'm not listening anymore, im done. all i asked was one day for us, just valentines day to make things work. and you showed me you dont care enough for that." 

"please, let me fix this." he pleads.

"its too late."

"i wanted things to work so fucking bad, and you humiliated me Jude. i imagined a nice dinner, hell i would have settled for take out and a few kisses. that's how bad i want things to work, that's how bad i wanted you." you tremble. 

"please my darling. let's talk about this. come back inside and i'll show everyone that you are mine," he holds a hand out to you, waiting. silently pleading with each breath he takes. 

the street lights dance across his skin as for a moment you almost believe him. for a moment you think about stepping back inside with him. you can't do that to yourself, not again. 

"no, iim done. don't follow me, don't call me dont text nothing. i want nothing more to do with you." your firm, final. swallowing the lump that builds in your throat, youd be damned if he sees you cry after this fucking shit show.

he stops in his tracks at this, not bothering to try and stop you. 

it hurts more than it should to leave him behind you, but you honest to god can not keep up with his lifestyle. 

all those articles and rumors were right you suppose, he's an arrogant stuck up bastard with too much money to know what to do with, too cocky for his own good and destroys anything good that comes his way. you hope he's happy without you. 

[sturnsreader]

scars

TW: self harm

!! requested by @sturns-posts !!

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“y/n?” you heard your boyfriend, matt, call from upstairs. you sighed and made your way up stairs to find matt on his laptop. you walked around the corner and smiled walking up to him.

“yes matty?” you asked cheerfully.

“are you okay?” he asked sounding concerned.

“yeah, why?” you asked confused at by the sudden worry.

“well, im just worried about you.” he sighed. you noticed that he kept looking back down to his computer screen to making glances at your arms.

“you would tell me if you weren't, right?” he asked.

you gulped wondering what he knew.

“yes, baby, please dont worry about it.” you nodded quickly before turning back to go downstairs.

he grabbed your waist and pulled you back into his arms playing with your hair.

“are you sure you’re okay?” he asked again repeating himself. you nodded into his chest before he pulled you back leading you into his room. he didn’t say a word, just sat you on his bed and opened up the screen. on the left hand side of the screen was a recent picture of you in mcdonalds that a camera man had taken, on the right hand side was the same photo just zoomed into your wrist. your scars visible for the world to see. you read the headline over and over in your head sighing.

'HAS TWITTER TROLLS PUSHED MATTHEW STURNIOLO’S GIRLFRIEND OVER THE EDGE?'

“what is this? you told me you stopped a while ago and if you felt like that you were going to tell me. did i do something wrong?” he asked pointing to your wrist on the screen with teary eyes. you couldn't speak, your whole throat had closed up.

he noticed and pulled you onto his lap staring into your stinging eyes.

“i love you so much and i want nothing but for you to be the happiest girl ever. i let anyone hurt you. whether they're old or new, i don't care because i'm here for you now and i always will be." he smiled before kissing your forehead softly. a tear escaped your eye making you smile.

“we don't have to talk about this now, whenever you're ready.” he smiled resting your head onto his chest as he wiped the tears off.

| 2 hours later |

“hey, i know you wanted to go to the cabin back in massachusetts, so were going with nick and chris tomorrow morning!” he said with a smile while tucking your hair behind your ear.

“baby, you didn’t have to”

“shh, i wanted to.” he said as he hugged you around the waist.

you waited at least 10 seconds before letting go. matt’s hugs were the most comforting thing ever. “can you help me pack, please.”

matt shook his head up and down with a big smirk while grabbing your hand and walking downstairs to the bedroom.

“oh, how long are we staying.”

“since were with nick and chris we are staying for a week and a half, but soon we can go alone.”

he was digging through the closet trying to find a bag big enough before you made him stop.

“i love you so much.”

“i love you more, my love” you could tell he meant it. “we are going down to nick and chris’s house tomorrow morning at 4 am. i know its early but i want to get there earlier, if its okay with you.” he said right after he found a perfect suitcase to fit all your stuff.

| two days later |

“hey babe i was scrolling through things to do here and there is a tattoo parlor like five minutes away from us can we PLEASE get tattoos together!” nick said excitedly.

“shut up you have been rambling about tattoos the whole time we-“ chris said as you cut him off.

“nick i would LOVE to get a tattoo with you and i know exactly what i want. follow me!” you said as you go to find matt in the store.

“im getting a tattoo with nick and i just want you to draw stars around my scars.” you say while going through your purse to find a pen.

matt looks at you in awe as he takes the marker and draws the cutest stars ever. you start to tear up. you look up at him as he concentrates on drawing them all.

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not my best work but i tried 🥲🥲

i hope you enjoyed and if you have anything you need to talk about message me! i love you guys sm🩷.

[slashersdaddy]

Hallo! I absolutely love Your writing! Can you make Another writing about Slasher x S/O that Accidentally Kill The Slasher Victim/Target? But with Jason, Michael, Brahms And Maybe Stu? I'm sorry if it was Too much To Ask. Take your time!

Of course! I love drawing for those guys!!!! I appreciate the support for my writing! Its not too much at all! I went ahead with using GN reader, since you didn't specify what gender, and i like writing GN anyhow! AS USUAL! MDNI: ALSO THERE ARE CLEARLY MENTIONS OF MURDER, ALSO BLOOD AND GORE+ A MAKEOUT SCENE

Authors note at the verrrryy end ;)

Jason Voorhees:

Jason's eyes raked over your blood soaked form, his mind reeling as you stood- over the blood soaked body. Hands shaking as you opened and closed your mouth several times, trying to find your words, but alas; you found nothing. Now dont get him wrong, Jason thought the look of you, soaked in blood was beautiful, but frightening- as this meant he had failed at keeping the victims away from the cabin.

No, failed at knowing where the victims were, and that in of itself was a grave crime. He walked towards you, lowering his blood drenched machete to the floor and pulling you into his broad chest, a low rumble of a hum escaping him. Jason is a man of few words, especially in times of stress, being mostly mute, but his voice- rough with misuse and drowning, came through the air like a soft comfort "I'm so sorry teddy bear, dont worry, your safe now" His tender words soothed you, and you felt yourself relaxing into his embrace, a breath heaving out of your chest that you didn't even realize you had been holding. Tenderly he led you to the small bathroom, running the water while sitting on the edge of the tub, you nestled into his lap as he drew the hot bath.

Soon the tub was full and Jason carefully and methodically removed your clothes, just as you found your words. "I-I'm sorry Jase, i just- they came in and i-" Your shaking voice pierced his cold heart like a sharp blade, his rough fingers stroking your hair, his blue yes finding yours under his mask as he lowered your shaking form into the warm water "Its alright, dont worry" He gently rubbed the blood off your trembling form with a wet rag, his eyes soft and calm as he cleansed your form. You sat in the bath for well over an hour, his silent form just rubbing away all of the blood until the water had turned a deep crimson and run cold.

As you rose from the bath, he wrapped a large towel around you. The towel was large and smelt of the forest and petrichor, mixing with Jason's scent as he carried you to your shared bedroom, laying you tenderly on the bed, pulling the blankets back and wrapping around you as though you were his stuffed animal, his hands tangling in your hair as he scratched your scalp with a contented hum.

Before you fell asleep only one thought crossed your mind- "He's right, I'll be fine, as long as i have him"

Michael Myers

As you watched, in seemingly slow motion as the would be victim lunged at Michael your instincts took over- your hands grasping a nearby butchers knife as you threw your body onto the attacker, driving the knife into his chest. Once, Twice, Three times. Before strong hands pulled you off and Michael's soothing voice broke your haze. "Its over. He's dead dove" The nickname he had called you for so long felt wrong in that moment as you began to shake, dropping the knife to the floor with a loud clatter, your hands flying over your mouth, the warm blood covering you a sickening sensation.

Michaels piercing eyes trailed your body, searching for wounds. He couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips as he saw you, his beautiful dove, drenched in blood and gore- as though you were his very own angel he was corrupting- it was exhilarating.

But alas- he pushed those thoughts aside in favor of hugging you close, his strong arms trapping you in his warmth, the soft thumping of his heart soothing your frayed nerves. Michael took you to the bathroom, guiding your shaken form, his large hand rested on the small of your back, rubbing soothing circles. Michael knew he needed to focus on you right now, and not in the way his mind initially went when he saw you- stabbing the man who was meant to be his victim. So he sat on the toilet, running the bath till it was full, holding your body close to his own and kissing your face, to ease your stress, it was a silly thing, since he was really just smooshing your face with his mask, but it made you smile, and to Michael that's all that mattered. Once the water was up to the brim Michael stripped you, the clothes hitting the floor with a wet disgusting squelch as he put you into the water, grabbing his body wash and washing you with it. Normally he didn't like you using his soap, a peculiarity thing he had, but right now, he figured he'd rather you smell like him than like some wimp. so he worked on cleansing your body, hands nimble and soft on your flesh as he tended to you as though you were a frightened lamb.

Soon you found yourself in the living room once more, donned in one of Michaels oversized t-shirts and a pair of your own underwear, curled in the Halloween killers lap atop the couch, resting your head on his chest while you watched 'nightmare before Christmas' an old favorite of yours that Michael rarely sat though, not without busying himself with something else, but tonight, just for his little dove, he would sit with you, and let you hide in him while taking in the comfort of a familiar movie.

Brahms Heelshire

As your weapon of choice- a large metal pipe you had seen laying around made contact with the mans skull your eyes widened- the sickening crunch much louder than you ever thought it could be, the scream of pain cut short as his jaw was mangled, his body slumping to the floor, thrashing as he passed. Your mind reeled, and you found yourself leaned over- puking up what you had eaten earlier, it was sickening- the smell of death- the-the way the blood pooled in the carpet, surly to leave a stain.

The way your mind had rushed with dopamine at the way you smashed his skull. It was all too much, too much for you to bear. You honestly hadn't even felt Brahms arms wrap around your torso, or him pulling you into his chest until you felt the world stop spinning and looked up to see you were in the kitchen, sitting on a chair while he busied himself with making you tea, his head perking up at the sound of you moving and turning to you, his voice cherry as always "You are so so good, you followed the rules so well honeysuckle!"The endearing term brought you back down to reality- right, you HAD to do it, for Brahms, for his safety and so he wouldn't be hurt- it was only normal right? You reasoned with yourself, after all you took care of him, and he shouldn't deal with any more pain than he already had, you nod to yourself as he sets the cup in front of you, the scent overwhelming any lingering scents on you, lavender and chamomile, a calming sweet scent that rose to your nose quickly.

Brahms hands were gentle as he began to massage your tense shoulders, nuzzling into the back of your neck as you slowly rose the cup to your lips, taking a small slow sip of the liquid gold.

The rest of the night was a blur, Brahms leading you to your room, tucking you in and placing his doll beside you on the bed before taking his station near the door, watching you with a small smile as you cuddled into the warm blankets "That's right honeysuckle- your mine forever"

Stu Matcher:

Stu's eyes roamed over your blood soaked form as you tried desperately to tell him you weren't in fact the killer; but your words failed you.

only for Stu to laugh and smile at you shaking his head, walking over the body at your feet to pull you into an embrace, whispering in your ear- voice low and rumbling as he said "Oh I know that sweet thing~ its okay, you were just doing your best to survive, but you dont have to be scared of any big bad killer- ill protect you my little lamb" His voice was like honey- but held a chilling realization for you, the guy you had killed- he wasn't the Ghostface killer; rather your loving boyfriend was. The feeling was like a tidal wave crashing into you, but so soon followed by relief.

Stu wouldnt abandon you; he would stay even with the blood on both your hands nothing changed, you realiized as he crashed his lips against yours in a dominating and affectionate moment.

The kiss was deep and powerful, leaving you breathless as he pulled away, a strand of saliva connecting you for just a moment. snapped as Stu licked his lips "Its okay, now lets get this asshole in the ground yeah?" He asked, his usual playful demeanor coming back, and so you nodded, taking the spare Ghostface mask he held out "And on and on it goes"

AUTHORS NOTE: I ADORED writing this, especially Stu's part; if enough interest is shown (Or the parasites demand ;P) I may make that a whole fic and not a snippet; but that remains to be seen~ Happy spooky month my lovely little freaks!

[kiyomitakada]

okay fuck it i went to a leonardo da vinci exhibit today and now i have a leonardo da vinci death note AU in my head because i am a parody of myself so you can fucking have it i guess what do i even do with this

light yagami: young genius polymath who is good at literally everything

unfortunately for him he is a foreigner in italia (his family immigrated) so the government is not letting him anywhere near their weaponry projects. instead he does art. yes light yagami painted the mona lisa no i do not take criticism i’m in too deep

his portraits are predictably amazing. smash hit. soon aristocracy from all over italy is contacting him to draw them and their mother. this means he doesnt even have time in the day to draw giant fuckoff warship designs anymore. what point is there to life, he sulks.

eventually he accepts a commission from one kyosuke higuchi! we’re italianizing him because i really don’t think this AU works otherwise but let’s call him higuchi anyway. higuchi is a fifty-something duke of something or other who has recently married one misa amane who is twenty-something (the same age as light). misa is the subject of the portrait because higuchi just loves his darling wife so much (read: they had a shotgun wedding and higuchi needs to keep up appearances)

light is like wow someone who isn’t white it’s been like five years. i kind of feel bad for her, this situation is very suspicious. hello miss amane if you’ll just sit down over there while i get my brushes

misa (seeing the first person who has been even remotely sympathetic to her absolutely horrific life, noticing he hasn’t tried to make any advances on her at all [this is a good thing]): I AM DRASTICALLY IN LOVE WITH YOU.

light: what

misa’s plan of seducing light predictably fails because he’s light, so she explains she has to get the fuck away from higuchi somehow

light is like okay well i am sorry to hear that but what does this have to do with me.

misa, tearing up: im a damsel in distress! also i can get you information about his court

light: whats his job

misa: financial advisor

light: oh fuck yes okay

so light’s plan is now to worm into the yotsuba court to get funding and hopefully sway them enough to let him pitch his cool weaponry ideas so he can Change The World. he does need income in general too (both for himself and his family; expected lifespan was way shorter then obviously).

misa’s plan is to kill higuchi somehow which will be much easier with light as backup she thinks

so. light packs up and moves to the yotsuba court which is thrilled to have THE light yagami portrait artist (i do more than portraits…) in their employ

oh yeah, misa mentions, the prince of the yotsuba court is kind of… weird

light: you could have told me this before

misa: ehe. dont worry about it!! it’s just um. he had a weird personality shift a few years ago? and now he refuses to wear royal attire. he always dresses like a peasant.

light: well it’s not like i’m going to be there to judge him on fashion am i.

THAT’S RIGHT. SIKE THIS IS AN ISEKAI NOW. yes L does remember light killing him <3 he (L) woke up in fifteenth century renaissance italy in a twenty-something-year-old body immediately after the heart attack. by some miracle he already knew italian.

so everything is going swell until one day light walks into his workshop to find the prince flipping through his notebook

light, sleep deprived: hey what the fu—i mean. uh. good morning your highness

there’s no need for that formality. call me L.

(…but your name doesn’t start with an L?) thank you, your highness L. um. sorry i know my handwriting’s messy.

on the contrary i find it completely readable, as long as one reads backwards and caesar shifts it three letters forward.

(oh SHIT he’s onto me) haha what are you talking about?

in fact i think this mechanical dragonfly contraption is rather ingenious.

oh aha that’s not important, just a passing fancy honestly

[ignoring him] if only you had some better way of providing torque, because as it stands the spring engine is extremely poorly designed.

what the fuck did you just say to me

[they end up physically fighting over the notebook because of course they do. meet cute!]

some more details:

ryuk is the patron light eventually gets after being in higuchi’s court for a bit

rem is higuchi’s personal assistant, who was disowned by her own royal-blooded family because her family sucks. she hates her job. if it weren’t for misa she’d probably be on the other side of the country by now

i don’t know where the wammy kids are. they’re definitely competing to be the heir to L’s throne but also they’re not related because there is no way that all the wammy kids (the whole orphanage of wammy kids) could have come from the same person. maybe some kind of insufferably high collar royal boarding school? did they even have those? help me

kiyomi and teru are both advisors in other courts (which are extremely corrupt, light seethes, in his perfect world there wont be any of those anymore) (you work for a court light) (thats different)

okay i’m done for today. you never know about tomorrow though. /threat.

[ @deathnotetober day 12: isekai ]

[raymans-boyfriend]

more suggestive Rayman x reader fic please!

Prison.

Desc: you and Rayman make out while in the Phantoms prison.

TW: VERY SUGGESTIVE.

You had found youself laying on an extremely uncomfortable bed, your back was aching. The room was made of cold, hard metal which made the entire room chilly.

Your body was dawned with Raymans bright purple hoodie. It was made by hand, with the most comfortable cloth.

But.. the thing you we're focused on was the man on top of you... Rayman. His tongue was caressing your mouth, and he was whimpering into your beck.

Ok.. so how did you end up in this situation?

The Phantom had trapped you and Rayman in a jail cell for a movie. Where Rabbid Mario and Rabbid Peach we're the main characters, attempting to save the both of you from the evils. However, he had genuinely trapped the both of you in a small cell.

He refused to let you two out, saying it would ruin the mood of the movie. Which made Rayman extremely pissy.

He banged against the metal bars, screaming.

"HEY! LET US OUT, BASTARD!" He yelled.

You sat on the bed nearby, watching your boyfriend be the most mad you have ever seen him. It scared you, quite honestly.

Your body then suddenly shivered violently, which caused Rayman to stop. He turned to face you, his eyes widening.

Rayman quickly rushed over to you, and he took off his hoodie to place it on you. The warmth was very comforting, you look up to thank him..

But you become speechless at the sight of his shirtless body..

He had a dad bod, but he was still muscular. Stretch marks dawned his stomach, the marks being a lighter color than his skin. His pecs were droopy, but that just made him even more attractive.

Your heart beat quickened. Damn.. he was hot!

Rayman looked down, his face now dawning a bright red colour.

"Yeah.. i know its not the hottest thing-"

"Youre the hottest person i have ever met.'

The both of you sit in silence, its deafening to your ears.

He then suddenly lifts you up, in a swift move. Rayman sits himself on the bed, placing you on his lab and he grabs your thighs.

"Is... is this ok..." He looks up at you sincerely, his love was very clear at this moment.

"Ye...yeah.." You avoid his gaze, but he makes your own fall on yours by grabbing your chin.

"ahh.. look at me.." He teased in a low voice, before leaning in and kissing your neck. His hot breath felt so good on your sensitive skin. His hands start to massage your thighs, trying to get a reaction out of your mouth.

And when he got what he wanted, a small wimpier, he smirked against the crook of your neck.

"Mmmhh... Yeah... Yeah.."

He then pinned you down to the bed and started to kiss you passionately. At first it was just his lips caressing yours, lingering lovingly.

After a few minutes, his rough tongue is seeking entrance into your jaw. You let him in, his tongue tasted of fruits and your eyes close shut once again.

You're so lost in his gentle caresses.. That you jolt when you feel his cool hand on the small of your back, and you pull away for a second.

"Mmmm.. Sorry hon.." He kisses your forehead, his lips drawing out on your forehead.

Yet, you let him knead your back, and he goes back to smooching your lips.

Suddenly, your make out session is disturbed by Rabbid Mario and Peach breaking into the cell.

"Dont worry! Rabbid Mario is here to save- ARE YOU HAVING-"

The red hatted Rabbit stopped in his tracks, his eyes widened.

"Oh- OH!" He covered his face with his giant mental hands, trying to avoid the situation in front of it.

Beep-o floated in soon after, his LED screen showing a concerned expression.

"WoooAAAAhhhh!"

Rabbid Peach took out her phone, and promptly took a picture.

"OMFG!!! RAYMAN IS IN LOVE WITH Y/N!!! #LOVE#LOVEISREAL#RAYMANISINLOVE!"

Raymans face was red as a beet, and he buried his face into your chest. You tried to comfort him, but then the Phantom came in.

"Ugh.. Who gave me the AWFUL idea of leaving the love birds be in a prison cel by themselves!"

Before Beep-o could respond, The Phantom cut him off.

"Ah... Thats right! Mine! My brilliant mind! Maybe i should question it more.."

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It was later in the night, you and Rayman cuddled in your shared hotel room. The bed was big and comfortable, the sheets being made out of the finest cloth.

However, your attention was the crying mess that was your boyfriend in your arms.

Rayman was whimpering loudly, he had gone non verbal due to all the overwhelming emotions. Being caught caused him to have a meltdown, all the eyes on him stressed him out too much.

"Shhh.. shhh.." You pat his head, your voice is soothing.. as not to upset him further, and it seemed to work.

His water filled eyes looked up at yours, a glint of happiness appearing in them.

"Tha-Thank you.."

"You're welcome.."

[unexpectedbrickattack]

When rats are happy they grind their front teeth. This called bruxing. However because their jaw muscles are just below their eyes, more aggressive bruxing rapidly pushes their eyes in and out of their sockets. That’s called boggling. It’s cute, at least when you know what it is. Brick Boggles. Big Boggle Baby.

YES i love rats so much and brick absolutely boggles. I even had a thought (weeks ago) to draw out peppino seeing it for the first time and thinking brick is DYING 😭

Gustavo leaves Brick in his care for just one(1) hour and Peppino is like ‘please do not leave this beast with me, what if it needs something? What if it eats something its not supposed to eat? What if it chokes and dies a-and explodes-‘ and Gustavo is like u worry too much my friend :) Ill be back soon! Only an hour! 👍🏾 So hes left with this Beast as hes closing up shop for the day 😭

And Brick isnt the Most friendly and hes kind of Huge and Peppino really doesnt like being in his Presence so hes like 🧍 watching Brick from the back of the pizzeria. Because thats a fucking BEAST in his SHOP! He cannot stress this enough; a BEAST. And hes responsible for it ! Gus had to beat that thing into submission for some alpha pack leader respect shit! Thats scary! WILD ANIMALS like lions and hyenas or whatever do that! Not rats!! 😭😭

Hes wiping down the counters and when turns around to rinse off the rag, Brick is hovering over him. And he has no shame in admitting this; he screams. Thats like a bear closing the gap of an entire storefront in less than a second without a single sound made 😭 and now its SNUFFLING him and hes like im going to fucking pass away.

“I dont have anything on me you fucking rat- GO AWAY-” but hes got his hands balled up into fists against his chest and hes shaking bc Brick wont stop being Nosy. And now the fuckers bunting at his fist and hes like ‘what does that fucking MEAN do you want to fight??? I dont want to fight you, I really dont; I really really dont. You can be alpha or whatever i dont care’ 😭😭

But brick is snuffling his hand and trying to pry it open and hes like. Do you want me to fucking pet you??? And he tentatively reaches out to pet Brick, only to pull away SHARPLY when Brick nibbles at his hand. Like u little bitch u did you just bite me??? But theres no marks…and after a minute of Peppino not moving an inch, this fucking BEAST decides to use his hands to GRAB Peppinos hand, and guide it to his muzzle. As if to say ‘this, i want this! I want you to do this!’

So Peppino reluctantly caves in bc hes fucking TRAPPED between a bear rat beast and his countertop. Bricks fur is oddly sleek, yet easy to bristle when he pets their face. Running his thumb against the base of his whiskers feels Weird but Brick SEEMS content. Hes like ‘yeah…o-okay. Okay…! Yeah! O-okay; im ‘a not dead! :)’

And then bricks eyes start wobbling out of control; theyre popping in and out of his head and Peppino GRIPS this poor rats face hes like WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU FUCKING DOING? DYING? ARE YOU DYING RIGHT NOW????! He didnt notice it before but NOW hes hearing this odd grinding sound and Peppino is like this fucking thing is breaking down right in front of me 😭 But despite the roughness, Brick is still staring at him, eyes wobbling furiously

Gustavo comes back to what LOOKS like Peppino (gently) holding Bricks face while Brick boggles, and hes like ‘OH look at that! Brick looks pretty happy, my friend :)’

And Peppino is like (face red; eyes wide) WHAT?? THIS ISNT A STROKE ??!

[hermesserpent-stuff]

@lirabuswavi

I got bit. Ill post this to ao3 when i can think of good oneshot tags.

but here we are for the mystic misunderstanding au

Hiccup groans into his hands as he and the twins are locked up in yet another dragon hunter ship hold. The twins had been trying to pull off some crazy new stunt. Which would have been fine if it had not been in the midst of a long distance flight with no warning. They had crashed into Toothless rather harshly and sent Hiccup plunging down into the waters below. Hiccup had tried to get to his best friend midair, but the winds were against them and they had hit the water and then nets had been cast over him before he could even think to start swimming towards his dragon. 

The twins had also fallen into the waves and gotten captured before they could fly away. Hopefully, the other dragon riders would be along soon. He and the twins had been scouting ahead and were expected back soon. 

He sits on the ground and just tries to mentally think his way out of this latest capture.

“Dont worry Hiccup!! We got this!”

Tuffnut grins brightly and Hiccup sighs. He knows better than to try and fight them on that. He looks to the ceiling and breathes deeply.

“What sort of name is that? What does that even mean? Arent you guys vikings? Not particularly fierce.”

The hunter guarding their cage says and Hiccup feels a shameful flush filling his cheeks. While he has grown used to his name, and even found moments of pride from it, it still is embarrassing to know at his core what it means. Anddd then Ruff starts talking.

“Oh yeah, Hiccup means runt! Its enough to scare off the goblins for this long!”

“H here was born all gangly and tiny.”

Tuff adds with a chirpy grin and Hiccup wants to die.

“Thank you Ruffnut and Tuffnut, for the amazing commentary.” 

The last thing he needs is Ryker and Viggo calling him a runt while he is trying to take them down.

“You're welcome!”

They chirp together and he recovers his face, groaning louder. 

“What?”

But there seems to be a hint of fear in the hunter’s voice. Hiccup looks up. The man looks worried.

“You were born early?”

The man asks, voice shaking ever so slightly.

Hiccup sighs.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. But that doesn't mean I any less of a threat!”

Hiccup straightens and rises from the floor. He puffs out his chest and tries to look intimidating. The twins snicker but the hunter steps back.

 “I would never…”

The hunter’s eyes widen, shakily moving his hands in abortive motions. 

“I-I need to grab- Captain... Yes the captain.”

The man mumbles to himself and darts away.

“What was that about?”

Hiccup asks looking at the twins. They shrug and then start banging on the cell door to try and get it open. It does not work but Hiccup supposes he can appreciate the attempts.

The hunter returns and then unlocks the cages. 

“Please accept our apology for the inconvenience. Please please dont hex us. Here. Take this.”

A sack of… something is pressed into Hiccup's hands and the guard leads them all up the stairs and to their dragons that are sitting on the deck, not in cages or chained. Hiccup immediately goes to Toothless, crooning to his best friend and checking for injuries. Toothless churrs back and licks his hair before getting Hiccup to mount. The hunter from before touches his arm to stop Hiccup from launching into the sky and speedily draws it back as if burned when Hiccup looks at him.

“Please say that you are not anergy with us…”

The plea sounds so genuinely scared and…

Hiccup’s father is feared. 

Stoick the Vast, able to pummel the world and make enemies flinch and think twice with just his name.

But Hiccup.

He does not want to be feared. Not really. Fear had led Vikings and dragons to war much longer than either side really should have back on Berk. 

Fear almost had him kill Toothless when they met.

But mercy earned him his best and first friend. 

So he reaches out and touches the hunter.

“No harm was done to me or my friends. All you really did was save us from the water and hold us for a little bit. I see no reason to be mad. If you were not dragon hunters and killers, I would almost call your actions friendly.”

He ends with a chuckle and a pat.

“What is your name?”

He figures he should ask, given all the strangeness abounding. 

“Henrik.”

The man whispers.

“Well met Henrik. Come on Toothless lets find the others before Snotlout annoys Astrid too much.”

And they launch into the air, with the twins not too far behind.

What had that been all about?

[fandomwe1rd0]

Wrote a fanfic based on my headcanon that Rick blows at Morty's phone while he's at school, not my best work, and one of my shorter ones, but I like it. It was fun writing Rick as an asshole who loves annoying Morty.

Morty was trying to focus in history class, he was taking notes then he felt his phone buzz. He tried to ignore it but then he felt his phone buzz over and ver again. He sighed and checked it. It was Rick, he was spamming him, the texts were: "Hey" "Morty" "Morty" "Morty" "What are you doing" "nerd" Morty sighed a texted Rick back "I'm at school. Leave me alone." He stuffed the phone back in his pocket, only to hear it continue to buzz "Mortyyyy" "it's rick."" are you daydreaming of jessica" "lol" Morty let out a long sigh "I'm trying to FOCUS! Just leave me alone! And I know who you are, I have caller ID. And do you really need to send your message in serval small messages? Can't you send it in one big one?" Rick texted him back at a speed Morty was sure wasn't humanly possible "Morttttyyy" "are you maddd" "at" "meeee" Morty huffed and texted back "YES!" "I rarely get any time at school because you drag me on your stupid adventures and now you're doing this?! You can't just leave me alone even when you don't have any stupid adventures you need your human shield to go on!" He stuffed the phone back into his pocket with huff, making sure to silence it beforehand.

Suddenly the phone buzzed even more violently, the whole class heard it as they snapped their necks to look at Morty. The teacher Mr. Johnson cleared his throat "Uhm...do you want to get that?" Morty shook his head "Nope! It's fine!" His phone kept buzzing and Morty asked "...May I be excused?" Mr. Johnson nodded "Yes that's quite alright, hurry back." Morty walked out of class and into the bathroom, closed the stall, and called Rick. he was trying to keep his voice down so nobody could hear him. Rick quickly answered "Yello'?" Morty groaned, and started whisper-shouting "Rick! I'm in history class! Why did you have to make my phone buzz so violently when I silence it!" Morty could basically hear him shrugging "I'm not about to let you ignore me." Morty fought the urge to facepalm "You're not even texting me for something important! You're just bored and want to annoy your favorite punching bag!" Rick responded in the same teasing voice that Morty hates "Awww Morty, you know me so well." Morty rolled his eyes "I'm so close to blocking your number right now, just leave me alone ok?"

Morty hung up and couldn't even walk out of the stall before he got hit with a barrage of text messages, who types that fast? "mortyyy" "dont talk to your grandpa like thattt" He blocked his number. He'll worry about the consequences later. He went to his class, and now his whole body was moving with each buzz. He fucking hates Rick. Mr. Johnson blinked "Are you ok Morty? Do you need to go to the nurse?" Morty held onto the desk "Nope! I'm fine!" He lets out the most strained smile he's pretty sure most people have even seen. Mr. Johnson just shrugged and continued "And the China empire-"

The buzzing got more intense and Morty was now jumping slightly with every text, and the buzzing was ungodly loud. Mr. Johnson just cleared his throat "How about you just go home for today, yeah?" Morty said "N-no! I wanna stay! I wanna learn I just-" Morty fell down from his chair with another intense buzz. Mr. Johnson sighed "I doubt that this is within your control...but you're causing disruptions in my class, so you are dismissed."

Morty sighed as Mr. Johnson called his parents to pick him up, but Rick came instead. He sat next to Rick with his arms crossed and looked away from Rick. He heard Rick speak "So you were causing disruptions eh?" He lightly elbowed Morty "Didn't take you for a troublemaker." Morty scoffed "Shut up, Rick." As soon as they got home, Morty stormed out of the car, locked himself in his room, and ignored Rick for the rest of the day. Putting the phone in his drawer, and ignoring it every time it buzzed. He hates Rick.

[winged-golden-wanderer]

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[ATTACHED: Another audio clip. You can hear the sound of rain chucking down and the of footsteps hastily trekking through mud, before a door creaks open and the crashes and booms of the thunderstorm are drowned out.

???: Hey, Mr. Egawa. I’m here to collect those eggs you’ve been stashing for us.

You recognize that voice. It’s the guy Goldie had been eavesdropping on before. His name was… Donte, right?

Egawa: Donte! I- I didn’t think you would be here until tomorrow! I’m sorry, the eggs-they’re all being stored in the back-

Donte: I’m aware. I’ve already sent some men to gather them into the truck. Decided I might as well come to collect your semi-weekly payment early, while I’m in the neighborhood. Police have caught onto our activity in the area, so we’re rolling out pretty soon.

Egawa: Oh. D-Do I have to be worried…?

Donte: No. You’ve had no direct involvement in anything we’ve been doing around here, so you aren’t anyone they’re likely to target.

Egawa: That’s a relief…

Egawa: Donte?

Donte: What.

Egawa: I… just wanted to thank you again. For helping me leave Rocket. Even if I can’t relieve myself of my ties to them completely, it’s better than nothing…

Donte: It isn’t a problem. As long as you keep collecting more eggs for us, you’ll be free to keep running this little daycare business of yours.

Egawa: R-right…

Egawa: …I- I still feel bad, though. Separating the eggs from their mothers when they’re this young, never informing the trainers that their Pokémon became parents…

Donte: …I’ve already told you. The Pokémon that hatch from the eggs will be raised properly within Team Rocket’s care facilities.

Egawa: …That doesn’t mean you aren’t going to turn each of them into brutal fighting machines, though.

Donte: …

Egawa: I’m… sorry. I know there’s nothing to be done now. If I could go back, I would’ve never agreed to something like this in exchange for my freedom- but I suppose I made my choice, and trying to go back on it would only end in dire consequences.

Donte: …Yes. It would.

A heavy silence fills the room.

Egawa: …Aside from all that, though- how are you, Donte? You must be well on your way to becoming an executive soon.

Donte: Yes. Ariana and Archer have been pleased with my work so far, and are still discussing it. Nonetheless, I see a promotion in my near future.

Egawa: It’ll be well deserved. Who knows? Maybe you can make things better. Or slightly more bearable.

Donte: …Perhaps. But I’m afraid that when I become an executive, I will not be permitted to be as lenient as I have been with everyone so far.

Egawa: …Right…

Donte: …

Egawa: …I’m sure your sister would be proud of you.

Donte: …Hardly. She ditched, remember? She sees Rocket as nothing but scum now.

Egawa: Still… I think she would admire your attempts to fix things. Back in my day, Team Rocket used to be like a family, not-

Donte: It doesn’t matter. Those days are gone. She’s gone.

Egawa: …

Egawa: Sorry, I just…-

Donte: Have a good night, Mr. Egawa.

A set of footsteps draws closer.

Donte: …You again. The kid from Mt. Moon.

Goldie: Uh-

Donte: What are you doing here?

Goldie: Hiding… from rain… got lost…

Donte: Of course you did… dumb gym challenger kids, never checking their maps…

Donte: The Daycare-worker here has spare rooms you can stay in for the night. He can give you directions to the next city in the morning when the storm’s cleared.

Without another word, he shoves past them, and you hear him exit through the door. There’s silence for a moment after he closes it, before you hear Goldie hurriedly follow after him.

Donte: What-?

Goldie: Why in Rocket?

Donte: …Excuse me?

Goldie: You in Rocket. But nicer than others. Helped me when grunts took Lizzie. Said would stick up for bridge guy. Why?

Donte: Kid, what on earth are you-

Donte: …Look, I’m not “nice”. No one in Rocket is. We hurt people to get what we want, and all that matters to us is power and money. What I care about is efficiency, and rising up the ranks. And a lot of the time, that involves not making the same arrogant, careless decisions my moronic higher ups make.

Donte: I thought I told you to stay out of Rocket’s business, anyway.

Goldie: But why?

Donte: Why what?

Goldie: Why Rocket want power?

Donte: Uh, because we’re selfish? I don’t know what else to tell you, kid. Humanity is just shit like that, if you’re gonna get anywhere in life you oughtta get used to it.

Goldie: But you’re not…

He just scoffs at that.

Donte: Kid, you don’t know anything about me. Now go back inside before you catch your death out here, and maybe form a better sense of judgement while you’re at it.

You hear him walk off, and the audio ends.]

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//ooc here’s some art to go w/ this post. Donte face reveal!

[byrder]

Johnny x Ponyboy

Tags: fluffy madness, the cutes kids on the planet

notes: before the church burned down, after they got there and were so bored Ponyboy decieds to confess his love!

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Im bored out of my mind and cant stop thinking about yesterday.... I came back from supply running a little later than normal and hed panicked so much he ran to me and hugged me almost crying! I dont know what got into his head but i really worried him, hes not normally touchy like that but hes stuck closer to me since weve been in this church, I kinda love the attention... I always wanted to spend more time with him even though we spend every waking moment together amyways. I wonder if he likes me?- wait what am i even saying i dont like Johnny! but he does have pretty eyes..... oh shit i like johnny.--- i can feel myself blush as my eyes dart to look at him, hes drawing something, i wonder if hed draw me sometime.. snap out of it ponyboy! You like him i get it but theres no way he likes you. What if i ask dally, hes ment to be comin by later im sure hell know what to do.

"I already knew that kid" Ponyboy gasped

"How???? I just found out today!"

"Well you should see yourself around him, and see him around you man that boy i *smitten* for you"

my eyes sparkle "You think?!"

he chuckles "Yes ponyboy! You should tell him get yourself a man"

i blush "Well idonno about thattttt"

"Tell him when your ready, just don't wait to long"

"I will thank you Dally"

I take a deep breath and look around the church, candles line the floor in a circle lighting up the small picnic i set up, johnny is out right now but im sure hell be back soon. I bought his favorite candy and pop. hopefully he likes it...

"Ponyboy im back!" Johnny says his voice echoing the church, i see him pause when he sees me sitting in the circle of candles. I smile and pat the spot in front of me "Comere!" god im so nervous. He walks over slowly eyes never leaving mine as he sits down. "Ponyboy- what is all this"

I take a deep breath before speaking "I have a lot to say so just listen alright?" i wait for him to nod before going on trying to follow the script i set out for myself "So uh... Johnny i really love you, not as a friend" his face turns to shock and i flinch "I want to spend the rest of my life with you however long that is, i want to hold your hand and dance in the rain with you, ive loved you for as long as i can remember and it took us running away to this damn church for me to realize it and for that im sorry. You deserve the world and i know i wont be able to give it to you but i want to try. I want to be yours and i want you to be mine. I bought your favorite candy and pop" i present my gifts to him "What do you think Johnny?" i look up from my hands and see him blushing. "Can i kiss you" he wispers and i stare at him in shock "Huh"

"Can i kiss you" he repeats

i trip over myself but eventually say a coherent yes

He pulls me closer to him and cups my face gently, it feels like fireworks go off when our lips meet, like everything ive ever wanted, needed, or wished for was right here. Nothing else matters except for him. He pulls away and i lean forward subconsciously, he giggles and kisses my forehead hugging me close.

"I love you too if you couldn't tell"

i laugh "Yeah i couldn't tell"

he lays down anf i rest my head on his chest looking up at him "Can we kiss more?" i whisper shyly

he giggles again and says yes

im really going to enjoy the rest of our time here

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