#and I'm gonna be so focused on it and give half my energies

[omarfor-orchestra]

The acting school director said I don't look like an engineer I'm choosing to take it as a compliment

[miguelhugger2099]

Just a silly little request👉👈

Do u think fem!reader likes to wear crop top with no bra and Miguel's boxer. You two are just flirting and teasing each other until Miguel decided to toss the remote to reader for movie night and reflex, she tries to catch it reveal her tits and Miguel just "😳... Nice catch..." And smut if u want. Having his hands speezing them I'm going insane 😭😭

Just One Touch

a/n: this ask has been in my inbox for so long and ur not gonna believe what got me out of my month long stump to write this. everyone thank sir-mix-a-lot's song "ride" it possessed me and gave me energy. excuse the crappy writing, i'm still lowk having writers block so it's not my greatest work. please enjoy and as alwayssss i can rewrite this if you'd like <3 Art: mar_mar0u on instagram ! Unedited btw, plz dont crucify me ill die :(

It wasn’t unusual for you and Miguel to wind down after the sun had set. Movie night was a must, whether it was cheesy romcoms for you to sob to, horror movies for Miguel to be annoyed at, or even action movies to make fun of–as long as it was together. Still, Miguel teased you by holding the remote up above his head and out of your reach. He grins with one hand on his hip and watches you reach up with no progress in sight. “Give it!” You laugh, trying to keep your anger believable. “No, first you take my clothes and I know you’re gonna pick one of those creepy knock off animated movies.” He chuckles and he walks off. Due to the size difference, every step of his was three of yours–practically chasing after him. “Put respect on Over the Hedge’s name! It’s not even a knock off!” Miguel plops on the couch on one side with a huff of laughter. “Fine, fine. Here–take it!” He throws the remote above your head and you pause and stumble back.

You reach high up to grab the remote. “You asshole!” You laugh. The remote hits your fingertips and bounces a bit farther back. Your crop top rides and flows up as you lean back onto one foot to finally grasp the device in your hand.

Miguel could feel everything happen in slow motion. The small glimpse of your underboob before your nipples finally come into view. The grin on Miguel’s face slowly drops and he could feel drool slipping from his lips. He watched your boobs bounce, the roundness of your flesh and perky buds making his cheeks go red. He can’t help the disappointment in his face when your arms fall back down, shirt hiding the glorious view of your tits.

“Caught it!” You smirk at him triumphantly. His eyes continue to glance at your tits.  “Yeah, uh…” He gulps. “Nice catch.” He adjusts his shorts, hoping his growing bulge wasn’t too apparent.

You don’t notice, too engrossed in your victory and making Miguel speechless. So, you crawl in his lap, Miguel’s hands suspended in mid-air as you nestle yourself in his arms. You feel his muscles surround you like a warm comfortable blanket, leaning your back on his firm chest while you click the buttons to turn on the TV.

“So what are we picking this time?” You ask, flipping through random trailers to find what you’re looking for.

“Huh? Oh, uh, anything’s fine.” Miguel shrugs half-heartedly. He’s too focused looking down at your crop top. Slowly and gingerly, his fingers caress your stomach–light and feathery as if trying to be discreet.

“Yeah sure, whatever. Don’t complain if you don’t like it.” You laugh softly, clicking on a random movie that looked good enough.

“Mhm.” Miguel mumbles, not even hiding his disinterest in a damn movie right now. While your eyes are on the opening scene on the TV, Miguel’s eyebrows scrunch together, his lips into a tight line as he resists his urges.

He can’t help it though. He gets handsy, Miguel carefully caressing your stomach. You barely notice it since the two of you always get snuggled up like this.

You only notice when he hikes higher up, his hips shifting slightly while his fingers run up and down the valley of your tits. You smack his arm around your waist with the remote.

“What are you doing?” You ask, trying to sound annoyed but the smile seeps through your tone.

“Nuthin’” He murmurs. Miguel then feels the curve of your breast, his fingers itching for a squeeze.

“We’re supposed to be bonding.” You move to turn your head up at him. You try to meet his eyes but he stays glued downwards to your chest.

“We are.” Miguel insists, his lips slightly parted. His thumb swipes across your nipple and you gasp, feeling your cheeks burn. He can feel the nub perk up and his tongue darts out to lick his lips, biting his bottom lip to hide the satisfied smile on his face.

Miguel takes his chances, bending down to kiss along your neck, tugging you closer to him and making you melt. His body moves against yours and your eyes flutter shut. His mouth gently sucks and licks your skin and you shiver. Miguel grabs your left tit, the plump flesh squeezed in his palm. His fingers flick your nipple, circling around before gently twisting it.

You back arches and you moan. “Ah–fuck, Miguel!” You hissed, a burning heat crawling up your neck. Your hand lifts up to curl in his hair while he attacks your neck, his other hand running down to his boxers you were wearing. He slips his fingers in the front hole of the boxers, using his index and middle fingers to spread your folds apart. You feel him nip your neck with a smile as he smears your slick around your clit.

He then uses both of his hands to lift your shirt up and over your head. Your breasts are now out in the open, the cool air hitting your chest and making your nipples hard. You barely get a word out, Miguel already cupping your boobs and squeezes them. Your hips buck back to grind on his crotch, eyes closing as he plays with you. Miguel used his fingers to tease your nipples simultaneously, flicking and tweaking them. He lifts them up and watches them fall down before squeezing them again. Your pussy is soaking through his boxers, aching for more stimulation that’s making you feel empty.

His eyes are dark watching his own hands play with your chest, the memory of the bounce of your tits as you caught the remote high in the air. He wanted to see that again.

Miguel could feel his cock swell and twitch along with each bounce of your breasts. You have your body arching, hands behind you and holding onto his thighs. He plays with your tits switching with his hands or his mouth–but if you asked him, he preferred sucking on them. So that’s where he was now, lips attached to your right nipple and his right hand playing with your left. You slammed down on his cock, whining since you barely felt him thrust up. But in all honesty, Miguel could do this forever with your tits in his mouth and his cock buried in your cunt. While his tongue sucked and lipped your nipple, he knew if he didn’t focus, he’d cum instantly. He looks up at you after playfully biting down on your nub, your squeaks making his dick twitch against your walls. You look down with glossy eyes, hips stuttering and pussy throbbing when you see him smirk up at you with your boob in his mouth. One of his hands that was on your waist comes up to your back to keep your body arched. Miguel scrunches his eyes shut, eyebrows furrowed while he sucks on your nipple, his hips jerking and balls slapping against your ass. You wail with each thrust, falling forward and holding onto the backrest making your boobs squish in his face. Miguel groans as he lets you fall on top of him, hands falling down to your ass as you grind on him. His cock slips in and out of your wet cunt with a wet squelch. It makes you bite your lip with a loud whimper, the action making your man under you tug on your nipple with his teeth. He’s obsessed with you, Miguel pulling away just enough to make your tits swing in his face. He glances up at your pleasure filled face, sweat glistening down your face and body while you panted and whined. He’s entranced, eyes falling down to follow the way your boobs bounce as he fucks up into you. Miguel trusts you to keep fucking yourself on his while his hands leave your ass to come up and cup and squeeze both your breasts. He kneads them and watches your mouth drop open to moan. Your head hangs and your foreheads almost touch. Miguel doesn’t need to tell you a damn thing, his lips parted while he looks at yours. You lean down to kiss him, Miguel immediately slipping his tongue past your defenses with a low groan. He continues groping you, his hips smacking up with your thrusting and he can feel himself about to cum. He can tell you’re about to too by the way your pussy spasms wildly, sucking him in deeper and soaking him in your slick.

So he hammers into you, grunting as he puts all his strength in making you cream. Your eyes roll back, mouth separating from his to dig your nails into his shoulders and roll your hips. You can barely get a word out, garbled moans of his name escaping you while your body twitches, ecstasy flowing through from top to bottom. Miguel watches your chest heave as you catch your breath, your juices dripping out of your a making a sticky mess in his lap. You’re dizzy and weak, body flopping forward on his chest. Miguel soothes you, curling his hand in your hair and pressing you into the crook of his neck. He kisses the top of your head and you’re too numb to feel him take your body off him. He places your back down on the couch, hair sticking to your face with sweat, lips plumped from kissing. You’re whining when your sensitive folds feel his still hard cock rub in between them, accidentally slipping his tip in a few times. You swallow to get the dryness out of your throat. “Mig…Mig…” You’re cut off when Miguel slams into you, your body jerking and tits bouncing with the hard thrust. Your hazy vision rolls onto his face, Miguel glued onto your chest still. He gives another few soft thrusts and watches your boobs jiggle around. You feel his cock jump inside your walls, a soft hum of approval coming from deep in his throat. He bends down, biting and licking the side of your tit to add another mark to his collection. His teeth marks littered around your plump and round flesh–his favorites being the ones around your areola.

His face is buried in your breasts while he pounds into you, your head thrown back and legs locked around his waist. Oh, he’s in heaven.

[wheels-of-despair]

Tangled Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Eddie gets a comb stuck in his hair. Evil Woman untangles it, and a little bit of his tragic backstory comes out with it. Contains: A minor tantrum, a sad Eddie, a little hair lore, and our boy being loved and taken care of. Words: 1.2k Note: This takes place during their first winter together.

"FUCK!"

A loud clatter follows the yell from behind the closed bathroom door, making you jump from your position on the Munson's couch.

You're sitting there in borrowed sweats, watching a Mork & Mindy rerun while you wait for Eddie. You'd spent most of the day playing in the snow with the neighborhood kids, and had both required about a gallon of hot chocolate and a warm shower to recover. The girls had won the final snowball fight, which meant you earned the first shower. (He probably would've let you go first even the boys had won, but you're counting it as a victory shower anyway.)

When you don't hear anything else, you rise and slowly approach the bathroom door. Silence. You knock lightly. "Eddie? You okay?"

The door slowly creaks open, revealing a pair of worn burgundy sweats, a faded Hellfire Club shirt, half of a black comb stuck in a tangle of matted hair, and the most pathetic puppy eyes you've ever seen.

"You okay?" you ask again.

"Comb got stuck," he says miserably.

"Want me to get it out?"

Eddie squirms, looking like he wants to wash himself down the drain. He turns toward the mirror and gives another feeble attempt at getting the comb out. You lean against the doorframe, waiting for him to ask for help, and your eyes drift to the bathtub. All of the bottles that usually sit on the ledge are scattered across the bottom of the tub. He must've thrown something and knocked them all down. Maybe you should take him bowling sometime.

Eddie sighs, releases the comb, and hangs his head in defeat. Looking at the floor, he turns to you and nods his head slowly.

"I promise I'll be gentle," you assure him, as quietly as you can. "C'mon." You tilt your head toward the living room and start walking, hoping he'll follow.

You slide the coffee table to the side, drop a pillow on the floor for him to sit on, and take your seat on the couch. You gesture for him to sit between your legs. He does, reluctantly. You want so badly to know what's actually wrong, you feel like you may burst… but you know better than to ask.

You reach for the comb embedded in his wet hair without a word, and he flinches. You rest your hands on your knees instead.

You play with his hair all the time. When you watch movies, his head often ends up on your lap, and your hands gravitate to it. He gets the cutest little smile on his face when you tuck his hair behind his ear. You know for a fact that rubbing light circles on That One Spot on his scalp will put him right to sleep. Why is this different?

"You okay?" you ask.

"Yeah."

"You know I'm gonna try my very best not to hurt you, right?"

"Yeah." His voice is hollow. Emotionless.

You carefully reach for the mass of tangles and the buried comb again. He tenses, but doesn't flinch. You begin working it out, piece by piece, taking your time and focusing all your energy on keeping it painless while the laugh track on TV keeps the room from falling into awkward silence.

When you finally get the comb out, you set it aside and reach for your own brush. Starting at the ends, you gently work out all the rest of Eddie's tangles. The whole process takes nearly an hour, and he doesn't move a muscle the whole time.

"Alright, you're done," you finally declare, setting your brush aside. He heaves a sigh of relief, and you lean down to kiss the top of his head.

He turns sideways and rests his chin on your knee. You cup the side of his face, rubbing your thumb across his flushed cheek, and he closes his eyes. Just when you think he's fallen asleep, he heaves another sigh and starts talking.

"My mom used to brush my hair when I was little. Her brush had those hard, scratchy bristles that felt like wire." He swallows, but still doesn't open his eyes. "My hair wasn't this long, but I used to play outside all day. To get away from them, mostly. But when I came home at dark, she'd make me stand in front of her in the kitchen so she could brush it. She'd yank and pull at it and brush my neck and my ears and my forehead. I think it actually drew blood once or twice. If I moved or complained, she'd put me over her knee and use the other side."

You didn't realize your hand had stopped stroking his cheek until he stopped talking. You move it to his shoulder, still a little damp from his hair, and give him a light squeeze.

"One day, after she died, I went in the bathroom with scissors I stole from school and cut it all off. Well, I tried. They were dull and kid-sized. Dad laughed at me when he saw it. Made me go to school like that. The nurse finally took pity on me and evened it out after a few days."

He crawls onto the couch and lays his head on your lap, facing the TV. Normally in this position, your hands would be in his hair immediately, but today… you hesitate. Although he can't see you do it, he must sense it. He puts his hand on your knee, palm up. You take it, and place your other hand on his arm in a gesture you hope is comforting.

"When I came to live with Wayne, he'd give us both a buzz cut on the first of every month. The noise from the clippers scared the shit out of me at first, but after watching him do his own a few times, I finally let him do mine. I didn't start growing it out again 'til the summer I graduated from middle school. That's when I decided nobody was gonna fuck with it. And nobody was gonna fuck with me."

He lets go of your hand and flips onto his back, staring up at you.

"Kay, that's the whole traumatic hair story you didn't ask for."

You smile and reach for his hand again.

"It doesn't bother you when I play with it?"

"Not gonna lie… scared the hell out of me the first time," he chuckles. "Usually, when a girl goes for the hair, it's to pull it or stick something in it. One time, a girl dragged me across the playground with it. But you? Just started twirling it and playing with it and putting me to sleep. Didn't ever want you to stop. Couldn't fucking believe it."

You feel your heart warm at his confession, and finally let your hand return to that beautiful head of hair. Your fingers lightly work at his scalp, and he smiles sleepily up at you.

"You know I'd never hurt you, right?" You know he knows, but you need him to hear it. "Unless it's like… in a kinky way that you specifically request."

"I'll keep that in mind," he smirks.

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Hia! Would you want to write another thing with the yandere jock/ Jason? Maybe smth where he or reader gets jealous of the other?

Sure thing! I'm gonna do him getting jealous because I think that would be more fun, but I'm definitely down to do jealous reader as well, just let me know!

Also, this isn't going to be a fully fledged story like the other Jason one was, this prompt felt more headcannon appropriate in my eyes. Hope you don't mind!

Yandere jock getting jealous over reader

Warnings: yandere character, jealousy, slight stalking, Jason's victim makes reader uncomfy, public embarrassment, Jason beats someone up pretty badly, toxic relationship in the sense that Jason's kinda crazy

Gn! reader

Divider credit goes to @cafekitsune

Yandere! Jason who never has to worry about others trying to take you away from him. Besides the fact that you're madly in love with him, he's attractive, he's quite popular on campus, and he's the star football player of his college's team, for fuck's sake. He's got a stacked reputation at best and a nasty mean streak at worst, so why would he ever assume someone would try to take him away from you? That would be social suicide, the worst thing any one could possibly attempt to do, only someone with half a brain stem would attempt to try that-

At least, he thought.

Yandere! Jason who's proven wrong when he overhears someone asking for your number one day, his ears perking up almost instantly when he notices the person who's now sitting at his table in the restaurant, trying to shimmy up to you flirtatiously while you back away silently. Your attempts to distance yourself from this random stranger are proven futile in front of Jason's eyes, your constant reminders of your disinterest and your current boyfriend doing nothing to deter the person now sitting beside you.

Yandere! Jason who can feel his blood boiling as he walks closer, about to blow a gasket. Who was this random person beside you? Didn't they understand that you were taken, by him of all people, no less? Not only that, but did this person really expect to get away with invading your space without any consequences? Were they truly that dense?

This was not going to fly. This was not going to fly at all.

Yandere! Jason who immediately slams your food down, angerly questioning the person in front of him before they can get a word in edgewise. Who are they? What did they want? Didn't they understand you were taken? Were they craving a fist to their face? Because Jason would be more than happy to make that happen.

Despite his threats, the person bothering you seems undeterred. They back off, throwing half-assed apologies over their shoulder, but Jason can tell they don't mean a word. Jason wants nothing more than to punch them in their stupid face, to beat them to a bloody pulp right there on the restaurant floor, but he's in public and has a reputation to upkeep, and besides, you're there. Normally that wouldn't stop him, but he knows his actions may come back to bite you if people know you were with him at the time, so he keeps himself in check, forcing as much of his anger down as possible as he focuses his energy on making sure you're all right, and then on enjoying eating with you. He will not let this ruin his day, his or yours.

Besides, that should be the end of it, right?

Wrong.

Yandere! Jason who can feel his anger returning full force when a couple days later, you tell him that the person you two had seen at the restaurant had somehow gotten your number, and was now texting you nonstop. You don't know how they got it, you certainly didn't give it to them, a fact Jason knows full well, since he was within earshot of the conversation. A friend must have given it to them, or somehow found it online. Either way, they refused to take no for an answer, and in fact, were actively mocking Jason to your face, promising to treat you far better than he ever could.

Yandere! Jason who can feel himself losing control of his rational as he scrolls through your phone, reading message after message after message. There were way too many to count, all of which ranged from slandering Jason, to proclaiming their love for you, to repeated attempts of asking you out. It's not like the person's complements were wrong, in fact, Jason agreed with every loving word that was sent, but that wasn't the problem! The problem was that you were his, only his, and this person couldn't seem to understand that! Not only that, but they were going so far as to insinuate that Jason was treating you poorly, that he wasn't really a good boyfriend, that he was a cheater, no less.

Jason would never, not on you. He loves you. You knew that!

...Right?

Yandere! Jason who is a little relieved to here your reassurances of trust, that you don't believe a word out of this scumbag's mouth, but he can't shake the insecurities this person had planted in his head. Was he treating you right? What if you secretly hated him? What if they could treat you better than he could? What if they were right?

...No. No. They were wrong, they had to be. He was the best man you would ever be able to find, no one would be able to treat you as well as he did. Nobody.

Yandere! Jason who immediately channels his insecurities into anger, excruciatingly burning anger. How dare they? How dare they do this to you, to him?! They wouldn't get away with this, he wouldn't let them. They'd pay for this, for all of this. All rational was out the widow, they were going to suffer for their actions. He'd make sure of it.

Yandere! Jason who's beyond reason at this point. He asks you for the name of the individual, and you happily provide it, thankful that he's planning on stepping in and stopping this madness. You trust your boyfriend, and with his influence? He'll get this person off your back in no time.

...But you have no idea what lengths he'll go to to get back at this person.

Yandere! Jason who easily tracks down the individual who's been bothering you. It's not hard, there are records of who attends the school after all, and even if they weren't a student of the college (which they were, he checked), he'd be able to find them within the city. There's only so far they can live if they're asking you out in person. He quickly makes a list of all the classes the person takes, and then finds all their social media, all their friends, all their clubs, all their connections. He's gonna need to do some digging if he's gonna get some dirt on them, so he'd better start now.

Yandere! Jason who manages to track down the person on campus fairly quickly, it's not hard when he has a comprehensive schedule to follow. He has no trouble following them from class to a more secluded area, it's not like they'd suspect anything with the sea of people coming to and from classes all across campus.

Yandere! Jason who makes his presence known as soon as their are less people around. He curtly brings them to a secluded area (what are the gonna do? Say no? To him? Yeah right) before immediately questioning them, his anger only rising with every nervous, half-baked answer. He was toying with them of course, he already knew there was nothing they could say to satisfy him, but it was still anger inducing to watch them flounder for an answer, only making things worse for themselves the more that they talked.

If the person he's cornered is a woman, Jason will let them go. He's not really in the habit of beating up women, it's not a great look for him, so he'll allow them to escape his questioning, watching them scurry away like a scared little mouse.

If the person isn't a women though...

They don't get to finish their little interview before Jason is on them, beating the ever-loving shit out of their defenseless body. He's a star football player, a prime athlete, so there's very little one could do to defend themselves from his powerful punches once he's angry enough. All they can really do is shield themselves as best they can, praying that he'll run out of energy before they pass out from the beating their body is taking.

Yandere! Jason who stops when they're just on the cusp of consciousness, backing off as his victim tries to regain their senses. He's done enough to them physically, and he's managed to get his anger out the best he could using his fists, so he turns to walk away, throwing a harsh warning over his shoulder. Nobody else is to know of what just took place, or their will be consequences.

But he's not done yet, oh no. The best part is just about to take place.

Yandere! Jason who has a lot of influence. He knows it, the college knows it, and the person he beat up definitely knows it. So why not use it to his advantage? After all, besides the beat-down, he managed to find a couple interesting pieces of dirt on his victim, and it would be a shame to let them go to waste...

Yandere! Jason who watches as this person's reputation goes down in flames seemingly overnight. All he had to do was let a couple of people know what he found out, mostly his team, and boom! The whole campus has suddenly become aware of this person's creepy tendencies, and just like that, any relationships this person had are flushed down the drain. Nobody wants anything to do with them, actively avoiding that person if possible, and in the most extreme cases, people begin messing with the individual, pushing them around and harassing them whenever they're near. It's an amazing transformation, and Jason revels in the chaos of it all, watching the individuals downfall with a smile.

It's a shame, really. All they had to do was leave you alone.

Yandere! Jason who keeps you completely in the dark about everything that he's done. He doesn't want to scare you off, he doesn't want you seeing the full extent of what he's capable of, and besides, you're already upset enough with all that's gone down. Finding out that the person hitting on you not only didn't care about boundaries, but was also a terrible person is a little bit frightening, to say the least. So he'll focus on comforting you, playing the part of the innocent boyfriend who did nothing more than warn the person off, pretending that everything was fine. This was just what happens when someone comes for what's his.

And it would be fine. he'd make sure of it. You weren't going to leave him, least of all for that low life, so really, everything was ok. It had to be ok. He'd make it ok.

You were meant to be with him, and no one else. You were his.

Only his.

[bnsni]

Earthspark bumblebee is currently rotting my brain from the inside out so could I ask for so fluffy fem shyer human and bumblebee who are crushing hard for each other but keep both of them keep prolonging confessing to the other the terrans realize what's going on and take it upon themselves try to get them to confess their feelings to each other

SUNSHINE

bumblebee x shy!fem!reader

a/n: tfe bee is so big brother energy 😭 he reminds a lot of what rid bee could be. I had a lot of fun writing this ! totally didn't rewatch all the bee scenes to get his character right,,,,,totally didn't. (I don’t write fluff often so i treid my best I swear)

[i]

"When are you gonna suck it up like a man and confess?"

Twitch startled you from above as the whirs of her fan hummed gently, hovering around you in her alt-mode.

"C'mon! What're you gonna say, huh? Turn away from the problem like you always do?"

Gloved hands, scathed with dirt, halted in the midst of pulling out a persistent weed. You feel your temple burn, a nervous laugh bubbled from your throat as your fingers plunged into the soil once more, pawing around to find the root of the problem.

"Hey! Don't ignore me!".

"I don't know what you mean."

When you did find the source, delicately you curled your fingers into the crevices, balling the soil then, with a huff, yanked the roots out. You're careful not to damage the nearby flowers.

When confronted at the baselines of your problems, you often churn into a sputtering mess. Sometimes, you have to clarify that no, you’re not angry, or no you’re not daunting — that’s your facial expressions constricting. Because if you don't. You're going to cry. And you're going to cry lots over matters daintier than an atom.

"Wuss."

"Twitch. Really you are trying." You sigh when the drone nudged your back.

A quick zip-zap of metallic whirs and she’s in her usual form, yellow eyes ablaze, arms crossed, leaning over with a scowl. Her hips jutted out, sassed-esque — a pose Dorothy used often when she's mad.

"I appreciate your concern but—"

“Dont even try to push it away. I'm not stupid." She prods, getting up to your face. Really, this adorable thing is half a step away from making you ostrich-dunk your head into the soil. "Oh, let me guess : tongue, tied? Busy thinking about a certain someone? Someone, or a bot so yellow like the sun, it’s blinding your eyes?”

You don’t even know where to begin. So, you look into the soil really hard, like you’re trying to find something worth focusing on. Oh, look. A worm. Bingo.

"I'm going to eat that worm if you're not going to look at me."

"Twitch—" You began.

Then, she’s shoved away.

"Sorry, you see. Wh-what she's saying is that, well, you know—" Thrash nudged his head into view, twiddling his thumbs as a demure, placating smile eased on his soft face. "...it's high time you...tell 'im how you feel?"

This time you want to plunge your head into the soil. It’s not a want, it’s a need. The scent of earth was purging strong, beckoning you with it's heed, as you, yet again, choke back another sound. You laugh, nervous. God, this earthworm! So, interesting. Haha. So...so...er. Hm.

"Pshh. How I feel? I feel fine."

"I mean...about your, uh, crush on bee."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Twitched groaned, rolling around the grass all the way from the stack of hays to the tip of your boots. Then, she repeated the motion, each rant about your supposed love life —also, none-existent, if you will— becoming more fervent. That is, until Thrash had plucked her up by the arm pits and she fell limp like a doll in his hold.

" You said you’d be nice about it."

"What’s there to be nice about?! They’re being so smushy mushy , oh darling so lovely, it's giving me the critters!” She growled, clawing the air

You stood up with an uncertain hunch in your shoulder. You’re still holding the clump of soil in your rubber gloves, back taut and jaws slacked. The earthworm was gone, buried in the soil somewhere. You hoped it had a a nice stay unsurfaced for once — and you really should keep twitch away from Wheeljack. She's even swearing, now. She swears!

“Come on, now Twitch. It isn’t so bad.” You say quietly, not trusting yourself to yell at the skies in full volume. Really, you’ll disentigrate.

“You don’t get to talk, wuss.”

“Twitch!’’

“What?”

“Mom said be nice. A person’s word is like a kni—“

"Yeah, well she's a liar!" You shrunk asher digit juts your way. "That's gotta breach the fifteenth rule, right? A whole machete stab?"

Thrash seemed surpise. "You actually remember the rules."

You're exasperated. "What rules? And, what on earth are you both talking about?"

"Don't play dumb with me!"

"Really, I'm not." Oh my god, are you really having a verbal spar with a — with a child of all bots that's half your size?!

"Oh, yeah? Then why you're nervous, huh? If you're not nervous then you've got nothing to hide."

"I'm not nervous." You said, blinking profusely.

Twitch made a face. "You're gardening."

"The grass looked bad."

"You garden when you're nervous."

You feel your lungs gave out. Your inner you's are bouncing around in your skull, panicking and screaming in disbelief. Alarm signals, blaring inside. How did she know?!

"N..no? I garden when I'm....happy." You kick the ground sheepishly. Bad call. The soil tipped over a your hold, little dots of brown mingled with the grass. Oh, dear.

"Happy? Please. You're nervous because big 'ol bee didn't have the spark to confess to missy sweet spark with barely any roots to hold herself." Twitch huffs. She's getting to sassy for her own good — "And so are you, wuss."

"We're friends!" You said, though the term was lacking. "Normal friends. Buddy, even. Buddy friends...haha...."

Thrash stiffens.

Twitch deadpans.

Both at the same time uttered : "Really?"

[ii]

They're hiding in a bush. A bush of all places. No, not the tree, obscured by the leaves and a leverage with the branches. Or, whatever hiding place is deemed suitable for this operation. A bush. Can you believe that?

Fluffy Ears nestled herself on the grass, curious eyes skimming over the several Terrans peeking over the bush. Thrash brought it upon himself to hide in the barn because, as per his words, a good spy needs a good hiding place.

The only good thing about his 'prowling' tendencies is the fact he falls asleep during these so-called covert operations. Which is why he gets most of the ranks during training. What a scammer.

Jawbreaker was too large to hide behind a,ugh, bush so he was demoted to simply standing a few meters back, loitering by the fence.

Twitch feels something poking her rib plate. Can't the spot get any more cramped? "Nightshade, I swear to Primus—"

"Hush! There he is! The first move. Hashtag, commence operation : video!"

"That's not even—"

"On it!" Hashtag wrangled out the most, honest to Unicron, humongous camera in existence.

Silence veiled the three Terrans as they spot the yellow black approaching their resident gardener-who-normally-comes-at-the-weekends-and-bee-is-distraught-over-that-fact, tending the newly planted flowers by the hedge.

"So, I was wondering..." He's stretching on his toes, not exactly looking at you.

How could he? Everytime he so much as to catch a glimpse of your face, he feels like tripping over his own pedes and burrowing himself into the ground until comets rain, the world in flames — and god knows when would Primus let him out again.

"You need something, bee?" You swivel up, pawing your apron to get off the dirt from your gloves.

But he looks confused, optics lowered downwards, brows furrowed. You look as well, then up.

"Yellow, huh." He looks away, pointing to your torso.

You look down again then realized what he meant. Your face burns with a vengeance.

"My other apron broke." You try not to stammer but it's proven futile as an amused smile eased over his face. "A-alex decided to give me his, well, you know one of his precious merch which...is typically your...um face on it. If it makes you uncomfortable—"

"No! Gosh, no. You can wear it all you want. I'm just surprised, that's all. You never really... Besides, it's nice...." He looks down and kicks the grass a little, servos behind his back. "It...suits you well."

At the compliment you look up, hoping not to make eye contact, but he does as well and you're both held at a stalemate. His round almond optics droop. For a moment, his lips part, then it shuts. He looks down, avoiding your gaze.

Is he... flustered? At that thought, you fisted the apron, bunching it a little. You look away, hiding the way you smiled a little. " ...It's a pretty color. Yellow, I mean. Honeybee. I love bees."

He looks back up, blue optics flared, and into your eyes. His chassis did those little backward flips and, he swears to Primus, he'll simply disintegrate. You're a lovely color too.

Bee flinched the moment you turn to him at break neck speed, sputtering, eyes wide and face, all the more flustered.

"What?"

"What?" He said that out loud. He said it. Out. Loud. He held up his servos. "I-i meant it's a lovely color. As in, you know, you're a lovely color so like when you said yellow was a lovely color. I thought— What I mean by that is— Oh, forget it." He lets out a deep vent. "It's been a long day. Sorry."

"You're fine. It's fine, I mean." You said. When silence veils over you both (Twitch really wants to strangle you, right now) you speak up again, quietly. "You were going to ask something...?"

His door wings pike up in surprise, much to his chagrin.

"Oh, right. Forgot about that." He coughed and cleared his throat. " I was wondering If you were...you know..." Gosh, what's that word. "Freethisweekend?"

It was so quick and quiet, you didn't really grasp much of what he uttered. “I got free— what's the next—"

"This weekend." He said, then trailed off. "Free... this weekend."

"Oh..." You look to the ground, hands primly folded behind your back.

"To... ah,” Just ask her out. Just ask her out. Worse she can say is no and no. No is fine! If you don't ask, you'll never know. That's what Elita said, right? Right? He sags. She said a lot of things.

He decides to go in for the kill but the moment he met your eyes, your pretty eyes, your temple grew warm, like really warm. He feels his own face burning and he starts stumbling over his words. “Free to. To go. To, um, a, well, a...d—dah, dah, duh, die, no! A, ah, diversion! Yes! Right. Diversion."

A domino effect of forehead slapping commenced. Bee, you fool! Twitch was wrangled back by Hashtag from leaping over the bush.

"Diversion?" Your face furrowed.

"With the....Terrans!" He snapped his servos. " Right, the Terrans. You know, a new lesson I made. Figured you'd be there for support. It's all about the essence of....diversion."

You stand there, mouth opening then closing. "...Sure, I guess. What time?"

"Anytime you're free." He says it, almost breathlessly.

You blink. "I thought it was a scheduled lesson."

His door wings pike up again. He groaned internally. "Oh, yeah. Yeah, uh. Yeah. Right. Schedule….schedule…So, how's ten tommorow? I'll round up the kids by then."

"Sounds good."

"Good. Good. See you....later."

You wave, then turned around, rounding the corner of the house. The moment you did, your face crumbled and you hid your face into your palms, a whine seethed inside your throat. Bee, however, pressed his helm against his servo, sighing.

How did I messed that up so badly?

Meanwhile, in the bush.

"Cut the film, Hash." Twitch resigned.

"But he could push on!"

"I highly doubt that." Nightshade was already crawling away.

Jawbreaker clicked thought the comms. "I saw yellow leaving. Is everything alright?"

"Nothing. Is Thrash dead? Thought so. Saw his head peeking out from the barn. Someone get him, please."

And, while they're all about to regroup. Twitch just had the perfect idea. It's about time she takes matters into her own hands.

[v]

Night plunged the skies, freckled with stars reflecting off his windshield as he rolled underneath the veil of darkness.

"Bee quick! Come to the barn! A problem just came up!"

"Twitch?" He was about to scale another ramp when he halted midway, changing course immediately. "C'mon talk to me. What's the problem?"

"Just come! It's urgent!"

Seeds of inky doubts blotched into his mind. The little runt had a lot of tricks up her sleeves. Sure, she's a heavy hitter but also a decent liar. Last time she pulled off the same shtick he was pushed into a hole....filled to the brim with mud. He walked around the vicinity and stank like cow feces for days.

He really should stop letting twitch mingle with Wheeljack.

His wheels rolled up to a stop in front of the barn. The trees, inky black, loomed around the farm, towering above him. He felt a shudder up his spine. Leaves rustled. Crickets chirp. All was quiet. Too quiet.

"Twitch? Kids?" He slid the barn door aside, joints whirring with every step. Hay crunched under his pedes. " Ugh, not this again. Guys, seriously. If, if this, Primus who littered this place? If this is one of your jokes I swear to— huh?"

The basement door was open. A gaping hole, black and swarthy greeted his eyes. Who left that open? He took a step closer. "Guys? Are you in there? What's going on?"

Another step. Then another.

"Look, you can come out now. This isn't funny."

The hole grew bigger, bigger and— Footsteps pattered behind him. It was gentle but it drew alarm as Bumblebee whirled around. And, there she was. Twitch stood before him, a wide, chesire grin on her face. The moonlight illuminated her from behind, casting an ominous shadow that loomed In front of her figure.

"Adios!"

He sputtered in confusion and felt two pedes connecting with his chest and he's sent stumbling back down the steps of Nightshade's underground lab. His shout of surprise was quickly drowned out when Twitch pulled the door shut.

"There! That'll do it." She grinned, fists on her hips. “You got that hash?”

“All on tape. Even his face too! Did you see how he looked like?” Hash stepped out of her hiding place, literally behind the hay. The original culprit of hay litter-er. "They're gonna be there for hours! Trapped in each other's embrace! Oohhhh this is so rad. You've seen those rom-coms, right? It's going be so funny when they come back out.”

"With result." Nightshade chirped, coming up beside them. "It's been awhile something has transpired. A change of the usual routine. Oh, the bore of waiting so long. As a scientist myself. I admit — it can get a little bothersome. Let's only hope the heat from the generator can keep them warm."

Silence. Hashtag feels two optics on her.

"Generator, what generator?"

"....Hashtag." They begin slowly. Twitch looks mortified.. "....Please tell me you didn't cut off the generator when I said only to cut off the vault."

Confusion furrowed her brows. "How else would the door be locked if I didn't?"

Twitch groaned, head into her palms.

Nightshade stares at the closed vault. "....Oh, dear."

[vi]

"Unnfh!" His helm collided against the floor. Great. That’s just great. Mentor student. Mentor student! You don’t do this to your mentors! Annoyance bubbled inside his chassis and he grits his teeth. That is it. That is it. He’s had enough of her tomfoolery, her jokes, her tricks! Tommorow, he’s going to put her through hell and back—

“Bee?” He feels something warm touching his shoulder.

His helm swivels up, then his optics widens in surpise when your nose is inches away from his own. You make a flustered sound, suddenly falling back on your ass to put space between you both, embarrassed. “Sorry. I didn’t think you’d uh be that close.” Was a soft mumble. “The fall looked like it hurt. You okay?”

“Yeah, fine. I’m fine.” He breaths out, scrambling up to sit properly. He’s not sure what position, so he curled up his knee plates to his chassis. Your eyes are too…impossible to look at. “Think I broke a joint there.”

“You break joints too?”

He huffs a laugh, “You don’t think we do?” “I mean as in,” You gesture to his body, “ You know, cracking joints. Is it equivalent to me popping my knuckles? I saw you did it this morning when you stretch.” You trailed off, then shake your head. “Sorry, it’s a stupid question.”

“It’s fine. It’s not stupid. You’re not….stupid.” He clears his throat, “We also experience cramps. Tension in the joints when, well, like how a rusty hinged door won’t open up all the way.”

“Oh, that’s one way to put it.” You scoot a bit closer, pressing up against his leg. Bumblebee stiffens, servos moving over to stiffly cup your back to keep on you warm. The air was unusually chilly today. His quick scans showed the generator wasn’t working. Did the lights went out? His servos graze over your shoulders, massaging it a little, then behind your neck.

“And, and that one time. I don’t think you know him yet, he’s an old friend back during the war," He starts rambling for something to say anything to keep the conversation going, “His name’s Ratchet. Old bot forgot to oil up his pistons and couldn’t move for an entire day! Can you believe that? We had to carry him everywhere we went. Once, I was caught in the crossfire. Bullets were raining. Full on barrage. Nonstop. And he’s just like that, a plank of wood in my arms as I ran. You should’ve seen the look in his face!

“I can imagine he’s not happy,” A giggle bubbled in your throat. His audials perk up. “Yeah, I can tell. He’s a lot less crass in his manners when he dealt with me,” Bee leans a bit close, the servo skims down to your torso. “After all the bedgruding looks I’ve gotten from him — he’s got no choice but to give me special treatment of letting me off a few scolding.” “Oh? Why’s that,”

“I’m not exactly the prim and proper type.”

“My, my is bee the rebellious type?”

He lowers his voice into a playful whisper. “I had a phase, okay? Everyone does. Mine, though, it’s just worse than Arcee’s. She’s unhinged too but waaaay less moody. But don’t tell the kids that. I’m not going to have my name sullied, you hear?”

“Noted, officer. But I really can’t promised I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

He groans then a digit nudges your ribs. “No, really I’m serious. They’re going to kill me with that. I don’t want another incident to tarnish my reputation. Ive got Jawbreaker pestering me about how I made a mistake choosing my first alt-mode, I don’t need another slander. My feelings,” he says with a servo over his chassis, “they’re fragile.”

“Come on,” you leaned forward, cheek against his leg plate. Bee looks away, holding himself back from, well, squishing that…squishy part of your face. “It’s not so bad. The beetle looked adorable.”

“Beetle. Really? Beetle?” He looked almost offended you termed it that way.

“Isn’t that what it’s called?” He leans over and flicks your head. “I’d prefer it if you called it something else.”

You laugh. “I’ll bite, then. The Beatles?”

“No,” He said the words too fast, “Honey.”

You freeze. He freezes.

He did not just say that. Oh, no. He did not. He did not. When you look away that’s when he panicked. No! He’s not going to let the past few minutes go to waste! “As in yellow! Honey as in yellow!” He backpedaled, raising up his servos. “You know when I— when you said that, I was—" What’s up with him today? Then, he sags, muttering defeatedly. “It’s not what you think I meant to say.”

He’s blown it. Thrown it all down the drain. All his hard work now crumbled at the mere touch of his fingertips. You speak up after a moment, “What if…I wanted it to be what I think you meant?”

He looks at you again, surprise. He felt his spark clenching. This time you held firm eye contact despite your hands that were shaking. Think about gardening. Think about gardening. This is like that! Like he’s a flower. Gentle to hold. You steeled yourself and stood up on your toes, palms on his knee plates as you leaned in close.

“What did you meant?” You said softly.

His servos reached out to cup your cheek, curling his digits around the back of your hair. You leaned against his touch, closing your eyes. It was warm. His touch was warm. Pulsing and thrumming against your face.

“What I meant is that you’re someone important to me.” Then, he pulls you close, his optics flickering back and forth nervously. “So important I….think about you a lot. Like, a lot. I can’t….really stop. Even when I want to….its hard.”

Your face burns but you’re not letting that deter you. If god decided to kill you today, you’d steel on, wading through his comets. Think about the garden! You close the distance and your lips find the crook of his nose, pressing a gentle kiss to it, then his cheek. Your palms rested on his shoulder. Bee blinks, choking back a surpised sound at the touch but his servos manage to find your waist, curling his digits around the fabric of your shirt and pulls you close. He tilts his head so his lips would find yours.

“I think about you too.” You mumble against his lips.

[caelyne]

it took a moment, but jayde was able to bring themself to their knees after lying on the floor for a bit. they shook their head.

'are you alright?' a quiet, but friendly voice muttered as he approached the exhausted cat's side.

'.. i guess i'm just not really feeling it today.' jayde replied, a twinge of guilt in their voice. they winced, not out of the dull aching pain as they shifted their weight, but they just didn't like making excuses. jayde dared a glance up toward irri, half expecting the somber, dark furred feline to be gazing down in disappointment.

irri looked back, thoughtfully. after a brief moment, he pulled out a small pocketwatch and flipped it open. it was an old device, something you'd expect an older gentleman to keep in their breast pocket. irri gave a small sigh.

'something tells me shiloh isn't gonna make it today. wanna just. call it for now?'

'can we? i'm sorry..'

'tch, don't worry about it.' irri gave a small smile. 'we got plenty of time, there's no sense in pushing things.' jayde shrugged and hung their head low.

'..say. lets get something to eat. my treat.' irri asked, flashing his eyebrows at that last part.

…

irri stared in stunned silence, watching the kid tear into their meal. 'i. i don't think i've ever seen anyone eat so.. ravenously!' jayde paused, mouth still full. and then Gulp!

'pwahh.. sorry.. i guess i was really hungry!' jayde said, giving a nervous little smirk.

'..alright, homework for you.' irri said, raising his finger in a way that was clearly reminiscent of a certain professor. 'no more skipping meals. okay?'

jayde rolled their eyes. 'ffiiiiineee.. its not like i did it on purpose! just kinda.. forgot.' a silly little kitty-blep came with the excuse.

irri shifted his attention back toward the horizon. from where they sat, clusters of trees blanketed the surface beneath them, with buildings occasionally rising through the canopy. this side of town near the university seemed to have a lot of green-thumbs running the place, irri mused to himself. still, being above it all made for quite the view as he focused on the city core that rose in the distance.

'forgot eh?' irri relaxed in his posture a bit. 'look.. i know you have a good head on your shoulders. but you gotta take care of everything beneath it too. especially, with what we're doing.' irri idly began to twirl his fingers along the rim of his watch. 'if you're gonna learn control, you need to keep up your strength at all times.'

'alright alright i get ittt.. no more skipping breakfast!' jayde met irri's gaze. 'promise.' they said, affirmatively. irri rolled his eyes, his lips almost curling into a small little smile.

the sun began to set, and stars slowly began to blink to life in the night sky. still the pair sat there, as the chill of the early evening began to take hold. 'so.. is sinclaire all you have?'

jayde cocked their head. 'nuh, i've got my parents back home. oh! and my older sister. she goes to the university too, actually.. her name is nyla.' the cat kicked their legs a bit as they sat along the edge of the roof.

'..nyla. there's a nyla in my class. tall? long brown hair? glasses? ..purple eyes?' jayde clapped their paws and pointed toward irri excitedly in affirmation. 'hheh. small world, eh?'

jayde giggled. 'soo.. what about you?' irri looked back, questioningly. 'who do you have?'

irri paused a moment. well.. surely its fine, he thought. 'just got my mom. we live nearby.'

'no dad..?'

'nah. mom doesn't like talking about it.' irri smiled and looked up toward the sky, his eyes landing on the supernova. 'i'd like to be able to help her out, but she insisted that i go to school first.'

'is she okay?'

'just works a lot. i think she got a lot more than she bargained for with me around.' he said with some humor in his voice, while focusing a small dark orb in his palm. jayde watched curiously for a moment, before irri snuffed out that formation of pure energy with his a clasp of his paw. jayde frowned.

'i don't think she thinks you're a burden, irri.' their voice was uncharacteristically stern. 'there's a reason she must be doing everything she can for you.. for both of you.' irri raised his eyebrows and sat there. he knew jayde wasn't wrong. he knew. and yet. every fiber of his being wanted to shrug off the notion. even if she didn't talk about it, he knew she sacrificed a lot for him. all for him. he might be her kitten but. but- 'irri?'

'..mmh. thanks. jayde.' irri sighed, and a shiver ran up his spine. 'mmkay.. i think its getting a bit too cold. wanna go?' the two shuffled down the steps of the fire escape, the feeling of nervous paranoia returning knowing that they prrrrrrrobably shouldn't be up where they were. jayde insisted though. and hey. it was nice, irri thought. they walked along the road in silence until they needed to go in separate directions. jayde gave a wave and a grin and thanked irri for the meal. 'next meeting!! i won't disappoint you!'

irri stood there and watched until jayde disappeared into the night. he sighed and rustled his messy hair a bit before heading on toward his own home. it was nice.

[aquato-family-circus]

Interns & Teachers hcs best to worst

Morris obvs we know doesn't wanna trade his mentorship with Milla so they must get along well, or at least he thinks so! I think he really respects and admires her, and wants to impress her. Milla on her part is textually a very good teacher and caregiver so she probably has given Morris a lot to work with to grow and improve. Maybe Morris was even more of a rascal and trouble maker before we met him and Milla taught him to at least put that energy toward something productive. Like Pirate Radio!

I don't USUALLY like going to extra material for things I think are true but the art book says Adam is senior to the other interns which I think implies he actually has spent plenty of time with Truman, rather than the impression the game gives of "none at all hes in a coma, lol".

That being said I imagine their mentorship is on a very professional feeling level. they get along and maybe Truman even tries to be friendly and casual with the boy, but Adam is super focused on being a good student and working on his big historical project. After the mole incicent though maybe he loosens up! He nearly lost the chance to talk to his mentor ever again after all.

Gisu and Otto are super duper casual in contrast to Adam and Truman. Gisu skateboards into his lab, yells WHATS UP TEACH! Otto says something abt his latest project before throwing a wrench at Gisu who catches it mid sick skate flip because Otto just expects her to help with said project in exchange to credits + not having to do homework for a week. They barely talk outside of this bc the agreement is not spoken and just based on vibes and knowing winks.

After the games I think Lizzie swings back to Compton's and he gives her a stern look and a raised eyebrow like you didn't do my assignment? and Lizzies like dude I tried man. and she thinks shes gonna get a lecture but instead Compton's like I'm sorry about that, let's start over, and then they play chess and he wins 3 times in a row. He learns Lizzie likes "weird" and "ugly" animals like bugs and rats and he makes some new assignment about just observing them in the wild, maybe try to talk to them if she can! and reporting back to him. Lizzie still thinks thisis a bit lame but at least she doesnt have to set up a Goat Trap so its an improvement

Sam learns what Coach did at camp and she doesn't do anything actively malicious but she does give him horrible stink eye for like a week. afterwards they go back to getting along surprisingly well aside from all the times Sam says some shit that sounds oddly like a threat but it goes over Oleander's head like half the time.

If Adam and Truman are a good professional vibe, Norma and Hollis are a bit of a stinky professional vibe. Hollis obviously thinks shes a capable young girl, she did let her teach class while she was off meditating about bills. But Norma wants so much more than that and tries so so so hard to impress her even though she ALSO thinks her homework assignment is boring and childish. She goes to Hollis' office like I want a different assignment, with the unspoken want "do not treat her like a child". and Hollis is like oh ok do you want to learn some advanced techniques that come from reading this big dry book of theory as big as your head. and Norma is like well, no. and Hollis is like ok then do your assignment very neutrally and Norma leaves thinking SHE HATES ME!!! bc I think Norma probably has. bad responses to rejection.

Hopefully Norma improves over time though bc I think! I think Hollis could possibly see a lot of potential in her!! She might even see a girl who's impatient, prone to rash decisions, and wants to prove herself so badly, and see herself in her. which is something that's only just occured to me but i enjoy the idea a lot so thats where I'll end this.

[bruciemilf]

Factually, I know Bruce is a bad cook. In my wonderland brain, however, he's a baker in some Hell's Kitchen-esque neighborhood, both flourishing and festering down the Narrow's ribs.

Curiously, The Bat seems particularly focused on protecting this joint. And whoever walks in it.

The classic myth of food is that it brings people together; That's the one thing everyone, under the greyscale rainbow in Gotham, has in common. Everyone has to eat, and everyone has to die.

And all kinds of people walk in there.

You get thieves with watchful, observant eyes nemorizing the concise, expert movement of your fingers and wonder how these machines of pain and violance can be delicate enough for sweets.

"I know what you are. I know who you are."

"I'm not exactly hiding. "

" I'm gonna rob you now."

" Take some tuna for Iris while you're at it,"

You get jesters with runny make-up and busted lips and a heartbroken hope in their eyes, crying over their fried ice cream,

" I'm stupid. I know -- I know what he's doing to me. And my mom's voice is just pounding in my ear, every fuckin' day, ' You're letting him, Harley. You're letting him and you deserve it. You should've married that fucking doctor. At least he didn't hit you, he just yelled and screamed and called you nasty names.'

Bruce drizzles some extra rainbow sprinkles on her ice cream. " And that voice is wrong." And he'll keep saying that voice is wrong till the day Harley doesn't like ice cream anymore. And that day doesn't exist.

And slowly, you learn not to be impressed. When you live with wolves, you sharpen your teeth. Dogs do what dogs do; they eat. An angry dog is a hungry dog.

And this boy, with a red scarf over his nose, waving a gun in Bruce's face, is looking plenty angry.

"Just fucking stay there, okay?" He'd probably sound more threatening without the glass tremble in his voice. "I'm just gonna take some cash, and,--"

Bruce's calm is frosty; He's got experience with guns being pointed at his face. " Your safety's on. "

Teal eyes are glossy, shining with feral, living fear, like it's Bruce who has him cornered, backed up to a wall and looming death over him. there's no kids in crime alley.

Whatever they are, they can't afford that title. But he looks exactly how boys in crime alley look; Young and scared and haunted.

"What's your name, honey?"

"...Jason."

" Are you hungry, Jason?"

The way he wolfs down three plates with tears running down his cheek answers Bruce plenty.

"You can have the cash, " I don't really need it, goes unspoken. It already feels slimy enough to take it. The charities and well- filled cups of homeless people don't ease that. "I'm guessing you need it."

"It's for my dad," 'Dad' drips from Jason's lips like liquid hatred, " He told me to rob you cause you never call the cops."

" Calling criminals to stop other criminals seems a little counter-productive, " He needs to do something with his hands; Or he'll take Jason and hug him and drag him to the manor, where Alfred can prepare the fluffiest bed, and the warmest bath. So he's packing him something extra, to take at home.

Still. Hearing Jason laugh makes it worth it.

" You can say you got dinner, too."

" I'm not giving Willis shit, " Willis. One of Harvey's guns. They need a chat about working hazards. " Gonna take this to Dickie and Timmy, thought. Dick's gonna love this..."

And Jason, Bruce comes to find out, doesn't know himself half as good as he knows his siblings.

He learns Timmy, the baby brother, loves to skate, and he's the reason they go to the ER every other Thursday. He learns Dick can never run out of energy; Learns he's running on spite alone and they can't go a day without fighting.

And when Bruce is fighting Nightwing, the newest villain in Gotham, he learns both he and Dick can land the meanest Produnova recorded.

[starstruckunknown-princess]

Yarrow - Santiago "Pope" Garcia x Reader

Yarrow (Achillea) - Meaning: Cure for a broken heart, healing

Summary: After a humiliating trip and fall when you find your boyfriend cheating, you call Santi for a ride home.

Pairing: Santiago "Pope" Garcia x Reader

Word Count: 1205

Warnings: Mentions of infidelity, language, reader has a broken wrist in a cast but is otherwise not described, bit of a clueless/hopelessly in love situation, snuggling

Day 8! My word count is creeping up and up the last few days...not sure what that's about. I'm also sick and really tired so forgive any errors.

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“So…you gonna tell me what happened?” Santi asked, pulling the car out of the ER parking lot after picking you up. It was late, and raining, and you’d been there for hours so you were beyond ready to get home. At least the pain in your arm was dulled by the meds.

Your head rested heavily against the window of his pickup. The painkillers were making your eyelids droop, and the situation was embarrassing enough without reliving it. However, you figured you owed Santiago an explanation since he schlepped all the way to the hospital at this hour to give you a ride because the stupid doctor wouldn’t let you drive home all doped up. 

“I caught Alex cheating on me. Tripped down the stairs while I was running out. Caught myself on my wrist.” You said, giving him a noncommittal wave with your cast-covered forearm. “I shrieked so loud that they both ran out to help me. Then, turns out the chick he was banging is a nurse and said I should get checked out for a concussion too. She drove me.” 

“Ouch,” Santi replied. Whether to the actual injuries or to the fact that you had screamed so shrilly as you fell that Alex and his booty call had run half-naked out of his apartment to check on you. 

“She’s actually nice,” you admitted, keeping your eyes focused on the passing scenery. “Pretty, too. No wonder he was fucking her on the side.”

Santi’s warm hand landed on your denim-clad knee, “Hey, don’t do that. Any guy who would cheat on you is a fucking idiot who doesn’t know what he has.” 

Your head lolled on your neck as you turned your attention to your friend. While he was stopped at the light, his dark eyes staring at you betrayed his sincerity. You weren’t sure if it was the meds or how tired you were or what, but you stared right back, taking in how handsome he looked in the light of the street lamps. All dark eyes and heavy brow, the firm line of his plush lips, the stubble along his sharp jaw. 

“Thank you,” you whispered into the space between you. “For coming to get me.” 

“Anytime, you know that. I’m sorry this happened to you, querida. You deserve someone so much better than that jackass,” he said as the light turned green and he pulled into the intersection. 

You shifted in your seat, “He didn’t seem like a jackass until tonight.” 

Santi was quiet for a moment, then said, “I could tell. When we met him last month, we all figured out he was a jackass.” 

You snapped your head towards him so quickly your vision went fuzzy for a split second, “Then why didn’t you say anything?” 

Santi shrugged, “Will said it was a bad idea for your guy friends to get involved.” 

“Well next time you think someone I’m dating is a jackass, get involved.” Your tone was flat as you rested your head against the window again, relishing the cool glass against your skin. Letting your eyes drift closed, you listened to the soft click-click-click of the windshield wipers and the rain pattering the truck. You couldn’t summon the energy to be angry at Santi and the guys for not warning you about Alex right now, exhaustion dragging you down, down towards sleep. 

From the driver’s seat, Santi could feel how tired you were and figured it would be better to let you drift off. He could see the bruising on your arms from your fall and looked at the neon pink cast encasing your left forearm, unable to stop his jaw from clenching and his fingers from flexing on the steering wheel. 

That night he and the guys had met Alex he’d wanted to pull you aside and tell you, but Will intercepted him before he got the chance. Ever the perceptive one, Will had caught on to Santi’s growing feelings for you and gave him an ultimatum — if he did approach you tonight, he needed to tell you about his feelings or let you be happy with this guy. And you had looked happy, Alex was attentive enough, and seemed to like you back. 

But now you were half-asleep against his passenger door, injured and in pain after finding that asshole cheating on you. 

Who in their right mind would cheat on you? Wonderful, funny, intelligent, beautiful, generous you. Santi had half a mind to confront your ex, pummel him into the ground, and dump him off in the Everglades naked and disoriented. Instead, he turned down your quiet street and pulled into your driveway, putting his truck in park and turning off the engine — none of which woke you so he put a hand on your shoulder. 

“Hey,” he said, “Querida, we’re home.” 

You awoke to Santi’s face near to yours. The truck was parked in your driveway, rain lightly pelting the window. 

“Right, thanks again Santi,” you said through a yawn, reaching to open the door but Santi stopped you. 

“Let me make it up to you?” Santi asked, dark eyes full of hope as he looked at you. 

You shook your head lightly, confused and still sleepy, “What do you mean?” 

“For not telling you Alex was an ass,” he explained, brushing some of your hair away from your face which made your heart stutter. “Let me take care of you. Please?” 

Your breath caught in your throat at his proximity — when had he moved? Or had you moved toward him? Either way, you both leaned over the center console and were getting closer by the second. All you could do was nod. 

You didn’t miss the smile that broke on Santi’s face as he closed the distance between your mouths, his lips pressing against yours in a gentle but firm kiss. Sparks exploded behind your eyelids, but before you could deepen the kiss Santi pulled back. You chased his lips but his steady hands on your shoulders held you back. 

“As much as I want to continue, you’re about to fall asleep sitting up. We should get you into bed.” He stroked your cheek with a featherlight touch, making you shiver. As awake as his kiss made you feel, you knew he was right. 

He exited the truck and rounded the front to open your door, helping you down and guiding you into the house with gentle touches to your lower back, arms, shoulders. When you got to your bedroom he helped you change into pajamas, his gaze and touches (unfortunately) remaining respectful. 

He pulled your covers back and held your hand while you slipped down into them, making sure you were settled before asking if you needed any more meds or water. 

“No, I’m fine for now. C’mere,” you said, lids falling closed once more. You heard his light chuckle and he rounded the bed, the rustle of his t-shirt coming off and the clink of his belt as he shucked off his pants preceded the other side of your bed dipping under his weight. He took the Big Spoon position and your last thought before falling asleep was how easy, how natural, how right his arms felt around you.

[lucysgraybird]

pairing: billy the kid x veterinary student!reader

warnings: none? mild anxiety?

a/n: yes i did write this to deal with my own academic issues. i am however a politics and theology major so idk what vet school is like at all it just fit the vibe for the story

Veterinary school was, quite frankly, beating your ass. It was a seemingly never-ending stream of deadlines and test dates, and you stumbled home to your dorm each night (or early morning) with barely enough energy to brush your teeth before falling into bed for a couple hours of sleep.

Fridays were a reprieve from this monotony. On Fridays, you made the hour-and-a-half drive out of the city to your boyfriend Billy’s farm, where you'd spend the weekend resting and helping him tend to the animals. You had called him on Wednesday and told him you couldn't come this week because you had too much work, and because you were in a miserable mood that you didn't want to bring into his house, but he'd insisted that you come out. He said that, one, he wanted you in his house no matter what mood you were in – he had, in fact, called it “our” house, which sent your heart soaring every time you thought about it. He also promised that he would make a space where you could work without being disturbed, and he had sounded so earnest that you simply couldn't turn him down.

Thus, on Friday, directly after your last class of the week, you threw your weekend bag into your car and drove down to the farm. Your Fridays ended blissfully early, so it was just before noon when you arrived.

Taking advantage of the unseasonably warm day, Billy was taking care of a rusty gate hinge in just a button-down, forgoing his usual canvas jacket. You strode up to him, checking that he wasn't handling anything particularly delicate before you spoke.

“Finally worth it to fix those hinges?”

He'd been bemoaning the state of his gates all winter, but there had never been a point to fixing them – the past months had been so wet and cold that even if one issue did stay fixed, it was almost certain that another would crop up.

A half smile curved across his face at your teasing as he stood.

“Well hello to you too,” he said. There was a laugh playing at the edges of his words.

“Hi, baby,” you acquiesced, standing on your tiptoes to peck him on the lips. “How was your week?”

“Better now that you're here.”

You rolled your eyes and nudged him with your shoulder as the two of you meandered up to the house.

“Seriously, Billy.”

“I'm bein’ serious! It was a fine week. Not much happened besides the sun finally showin’ her face, so there ain't much to report out on.”

“Okay, okay,” you laughed. “How's Britta doing? Is her hoof looking any better?”

Britta was a cow who'd had an infected hoof the last time you were there. You had taken care of it, welcoming the opportunity to practice what you were learning in school, but had been wracked with anxiety all week that you had done something horribly wrong.

“She's back to her old self, just clopping around and terrorizin’ the bull,” Billy said. “You did a wonderful job, darlin’, I really can't thank you enough.”

“You thanked me plenty last weekend, I promise.”

Once inside, you hung your sweater up and turned to your boyfriend.

“I really hate to do this, but I have to get some work done. Am I gonna be in your way if I sit in the living room?”

“You wouldn't be in my way if you sat smack in the middle of this hall, Y/N,” Billy said. “I'll move ‘round you. Don't worry about it.”

You settled on the couch with your laptop and got to work, focusing on the flashcards you had made for your exam the next week. True to his word, Billy left you undisturbed, mostly finishing work outside to give you some quiet space. You didn't even notice how much time had passed until Billy was handing you a plate with a sandwich and chips and settling next to you with his own. The light in the room had changed from the brilliance of midday to the dusty gold of mid-afternoon. You rubbed your eyes, dry and tight from looking at your screen.

You shut your laptop and set it aside. “What time is it?”

“Just past three,” replied Billy. “I figure it's a little late for lunch, but we can just eat a later dinner to make up for it. Plus, I'd wager you haven't eaten anything since before dawn.”

He was right, of course, and you sunk your teeth gratefully into your sandwich. Billy leaned back next to you, one leg tucked up so he could balance his plate on his knee. You eat in silence; Billy turns to you when you've both finished.

“So,” he said, “I've yet to see that foul mood you mentioned on the phone.”

You cringed, having hoped he wouldn't bring that up. “You don't need to worry about it-”

“Careful, darlin’, or I'll start thinkin’ you're trying to avoid me.”

He was teasing, but your head still whipped up to look at him in alarm.

“No, it's not that, I promise. This week has just been so crazy and I didn't want to bring that to you, and-” You nearly overturned your plate in your rush, and just barely caught it before it shattered on the floor.

Billy set his plate on the coffee table, and you followed suit. He took your hands in his, rubbing his thumbs slowly over the thin skin of your wrists.

“Slow down, Y/N, ain't no one on your tail. You wanna talk about what's goin’ on?”

His tone was so gentle and his eyes so concerned that it made you want to cry, though you weren't sure why. Maybe for worrying him, maybe from exhaustion, but whatever it was, it was constricting your windpipe and threatening to spill out into the world.

Billy noticed even though no tears had fallen yet, and he sighed.

“C’mere, honey, I'm sorry for asking,” he said, tucking you into his side and pressing a kiss to your hair. “How badly do you actually need to work?”

Once you trusted your voice to be steady enough to speak, you said, “I have an exam on Monday that I need to study for, and a project I want to get a head start on. Plus my readings for next week.”

“‘kay. And will anything blow up if you take the weekend off? Have you already studied for your exam?”

“I've covered all the topics and I think I know it, but I can never be sure. I can't take the whole weekend off.”

For some reason, that was the straw that broke the camel's back, and tears began to roll down your face. Billy tucked his chin over your head and pressed you closer to him.

“What if you took just the rest of today off, and tomorrow morning?”

“I don't know-”

“Can't see how you're goin’ to get good studying in if you're cryin’.”

And damn, if he wasn't right about that. He just held you while you regained your composure, rubbing his hand absently over your bicep. The business of the last week finally caught up to you in something other than anxiety, and you felt your eyes begin to drift shut. Billy, though he couldn't see your face, somehow sensed you starting to drift off and eased you both into a lying position on the couch. He had your head on his chest, and the steady beat of his heart and rise and fall of his breath lulled you into a peaceful sleep.

[into-the-hellaverse]

Mammon's Bad Day

The next installment of The Bad Day series! This one focuses on Mammon and Adam's relationship and why he started dragging Adam to the meetings.

TW for abuse. Read with caution.

Sorry for a late post! Work has been taking a lot out of me cuz I have to get up super early 😔😔 also pls commission me I need moneys @asmerlotus for my comm details

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Mammon really hated being here. His ring was ridden with loan sharks, muggers, crime lords, and gullible fucks he could wring every dollar out of. You know, the cool people. Lucifer's ring just had these stupid sinners. At least there was supposed to be a cool music gig at this shady back alley bar.

He sat down in a rickety chair at a half broken table, watching some rando coked out of their mind just lazily banging a tambourine. "The guy better come up soon or I'm gonna burn this shithole to the ground."

The owner of the bar pulled the Sinner off stage and took their tambourine. "Thanks. Thank you for...whatever the fuck that was. Please welcome to the stage... I don't fucking care. I'm gonna take a nap in the back. Don't ruin my bar." The owner walked away and a man walked on stage while a few people cheered. For the now-free beer or the guy, Mammon didn't know.

The guy on stage wasn't that bad. He kept a good beat and had an amazing singing voice. And he was hot. That was always a good plus.

"So if Hell is forever, then maybe I'll just die

It can't be as bad as anything else in my life

Just torture, hate, and pain

Throughout every single day

Suffer more and more 'til I finally catch a break."

His song ended and a few people clapped, but most were trying to drain the liquor from the bar. Mammon kept his eyes on him, watching him down the rest of his drink at his table before making a beeline for the door.

"Oi, pudgy!" Mammon called out. Everyone turned to look at him, some attracted by the noise, some recognizing his voice and looking fearful, but the man with the guitar... He just looked annoyed.

"The fuck you want?" He called out from across the little bar. "I got another gig to get to."

Mammon got out of his seat and strode over to him. "Screw the gig, mate. I need tuh have a chat with you." He slung his arm around him and led him out of the bar. "I'm feeling kinda hungry. Whaddya say we talk over some barbecue, yeah?"

"If you pay for it, I'll eat anything."

"HA! I think I'm liking you already!"

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The man's name was Adam, he quickly learned. And he wasn't just any Adam. He was The Adam™. Ya know, first man created by God, Adam. Heaven's trophy, the golden child, right in his grasp...

He was extraordinary. He had the right vibes, amazing energy, passionate about his music and he was probably the only person other than Bee who could beat him in an eating contest. Adam was a lot smaller than him but he could give him a run for his money. It had only been about a month since they met and the guy already agreed to date him. "You're already a lot better than my last partner," Adam said when he had agreed.

"So, why are you running around from bar to bar every night?" Mammon asked as he stuffed his face full.

"It's a long story," Adam said. "I doubt you wanna hear it."

"I got all the time in the world, Addy..." Mammon said with a smile.

Adam smiled at him and continued to eat. "Ok, well, I was at the Hazbin Hotel that Morningstar has, and-"

"Charlie still tryna run that thing?" Mammon cut in.

"Wait, you know them?" Adam asked, looking oddly confused.

"Well, yeah. I fell with that little white twink," Mammon said nonchalantly. "All of us Sins were pretty close for a while, but Luce just started drifting away and none of us have seen him in years."

"Well don't bother," Adam growled. "He turned into a little fucking prick. His daughter too." Adam started stabbing his food and chewing angrily as he spoke. "I gave my heart and soul to that fucker! Back in Eden and back in the hotel! And he crushed it twice! He didn't even have the decency to listen to my side of the story! And then he just wants to apologize and thinks everything is ok?!"

"Addy, sweetie," Mammon started. "I love you, but please don't spit food on me while you're talking."

"Sorry." He swallowed and wiped his mouth. "But still! You'd think after thousands of years he'd learn some basic decency!"

"I know. That fucker wouldn't know decency if it came up behind him and fucked him in the ass."

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Adam started to laugh and choke on his food. "Jesus fucking Christ..." he mumbled after he was finally able to breath.

Mammon stopped laughing and smiled at him. "So what now? You ain't gonna stay with him forever, are ya?"

"Nah. That's why I've been doing those gigs. To save up cash and move out."

Mammon smiled, trying to look genuine. He had this guy right where he wanted him. He reached out and gently took his hand. "Ya know... It gets a little lonely in my mansion..."

Adam smiled softly. "Mamm, you know I'd love to. But I can't leave the Pride Ring. No Sinner can."

"I'll get that taken care of, love. Would ya wanna keep me company?"

"....Yeah...."

A month or so passed and Adam was adjusting really well. He seemed so much happier out of the hotel. His music was taking off and everyone was forking over so much cash to pre-order concert tickets. Mammon was estatic... For the most part.

"C'mon, it's just one meeting!"

"And you'll only be away from me for an hour! You can handle it, ya big baby." Sometimes Adam really got on his nerves.

"But every second it torture," Mammon whined.

"Then you're gonna get tortured for an hour."

"Why do you not want to go?"

Adam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Jesus fucking Christ. Because Lucifer is gonna be there."

Mammon just shrugged. "And?"

"And I want to keep things cordial between us. The best revenge is having a better life without him. So I'm going to stay away as long as I can." Adam turned away and went back to him music.

Mammon pouted and looked away. He desperately wanted to flaunt his new treasure in front of Lucifer, but if he wouldn't come then what's the point of even going? "It's been a month, Addy," he finally said after a minute. "Lucifer probably calmed down by now."

Adam looked up, not really believing him. "You seriously expect me to buy that?"

"Adam, you may have known him first, but I've known him longer. He probably doesn't even remember you!" Mammon lied.

Adam groaned and rolled his eyes. "Fine! I'll go. But you better think of a good lie as to why I'm there!" He yelled as he went upstairs.

"Two steps ahead of ya, Royal Advisor."

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"I don't think I'm gonna go anymore..."

"What? Why?"

It had been a few months of the meetings and every week, Lucifer looked worse. He looked tired, upset, and starved. It was so hard for Mammon to keep a straight face. He loved seeing that fucker in pain. It was kinda odd, though, that he recently started doing better. A whole lot better. Like, way too happy, "he couldn't have gotten over it that fast" kind of better.

"I just...can't stand to see Lucifer like that. And the fact that you keep telling me to be rude to him? I just... I don't want to do this anymore..."

"Fine. If you're gonna be a child about this, then you don't have to go." Mammon rolled his eyes and started to go upstairs.

"No, I'm talking about us... You're like a completely different person now. I... I want to break up."

Mammon turned, looking shocked before he started laughing. "Oh, Addy, sweetie, it's hilarious you think you have say in this."

Adam just looked up with that stupid look on his face. "Wh-What?"

Mammon gave him a sinister smile and got close. Way too close. "You're mine now, love."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Adam said as he tried to back up.

Mammon gripped his shirt and pulled him back, tearing off his necklace. "This crystal is you only way out of here, Addy. Without it, you stuck with me until you stop making me money. And you never gonna fucking stop, are ya?"

"Give that back," Adam said firmly, starting to tremble with fear.

"Never."

"I said give it BACK!" Adam jumped up and smacked his face, trying and failing to grab the necklace. He fell back to the floor, looking up at Mammon.

"...Mamm, I'm-"

"You just made a big fucking mistake..." Mammon dropped the necklace, crushing the crystal under his foot as he slowly walked towards him.

"Mammon, really, I'm sorry please-"

Adam didn't get a chance to finish. Mammon pulled him up and started hitting him, punching and kicking whatever he came into contact with. It was pretty easy with four arms, and went you had a lot of expensive breakable shit that could cause a lot of pain (mainly plates. Those shards gwt stuck everywhere.) He heard Adam screaming, begging to stop, begging for forgiveness, but Mammon didn't listen.

He hit him for hours. When Adam tried to fight back, he hit him harder. When Adam gave up, he hit him harder. It wasn't until he was covered in cuts and bruises with two black eyes, a broken nose, and a busted lip that finally stopped.

Mammon got close, pulling him up by the shirt and growling. "Never speak to me like that again, you understand?"

Adam just nodded weakly.

"Good... Clean yourself up. And the god damn mess you made." Mammon left him on the floor and went upstairs.

[maozedongirl]

OK NOW THOUGHTS ABOUT THE FINALE AS A WHOLE

i don't know why they decided to film the finale in the studio rather than on that theatre but honestly i don't mind that. i never really enjoyed the big party lol

that miss congeniality will leave me ?-? for a while but ok

miss liza getting the lifetime award and showing up in that fit and that throne literally extended my lifespan i'm so happy

i did wish the top 2 was onya x lexi since they were my picks to win from day one, but i was very ok with jewels moving forward. but my god am i gonna wonder about that lexi outfit...........

regarding the final lipsync, GREAT SONG BTW, i do wish jewels had just gone from the start with her post-reveal look and just ate up the song. her beginning outfit was too dark and too obvious of a reveal. if she had just worn that pink black lace and latex outfit and focused on the song, she would've swallowed onya. onya was into the song and she was giving energy but if jewels had pumped her bionic spine on onya, it would be curtains. i don't know if that would've given the crown to jewels since i think the final lipsyncs are mostly for entertainment than to count towards the decision, but it would make her final showdown way more remarkable. half the song she was either completely obscured by her outfit, since it was a black shiny outfit over a very black very shiny stage, or she was fumbling with her elaborate reveals while onya was free to strut in front of her and steal the attention. i am on my hands and knees begging queens to stop equating a reveal with cunt plsssssss do my eyebrows something else something else. in the beginning of the reveal era it was good, then it became too obvious, then it turned to irony (brooke lynn hytes lol), and now they're trying to make it fierce in different ways but its just not neededdddddddd anyway i'm a hater

THIS SEASON WAS PHENOMENALLLLL AND FOREVER A FAN FAVOURITE AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED HAPPY ALL STARS FOR US NOWWWWWW

[clowning-raven-fanfics]

Movie Sonadow [3]: Totally fine

Sonics POV

I was sitting on the couch, with Ozzie watching TV next to me. Honestly, I've been keeping my brain on autopilot- no deep thoughts, no dwelling, just dumb TV to drown everything else out. Worked well enough. Most of the time.

I didn't have to think about anyy hedgehog that may or may not have been running around recently, or anyy world-destroying events that may or may not have happened some weeks ago, and being inside meant I didn't have to see the moon, which was kinda blown to smithereens (visible more so at night, at least).

No one was talking about him. No one even mentioned the whole almost end-of-the-world thing anymore. Everyone had just... moved on. Like it was easy. Like it wasn't still burned into my head. A flash of red and black-too fast, too sharp.

I clenched my fists, shaking it off. Nope. Not today. Not now. Just gotta focus on this silly cartoon. Laugh at the right moments, and force a grin. (Even if I wasn't really watching or caring what was happening on screen.)

Ozzie was half-asleep, his slow breathing steady against my side. I found myself absently running a hand through his fur, focusing on the softness. Something solid. Something here. Just sharing a silent moment with me.

(Tails discussing his gadgets was fun and all and Knucks mansplaining fighting techniques, too) Sometimes, one just needed some peace and mindless TV.

It was a strange, restless energy that I still felt beneath my skin. It was as though I ought to be doing something. However, what? There was no plan to follow, nothing left to fight—just this.

"Hey, Sonic!" Maddie's words interrupted my thoughts. I looked over and saw her laying some plates on the table. "You gonna eat with us or what?"

"Oh, yeah, totally!" I sprung up, a smile on my face. "I just got very into this show, y'know? True top-tier entertainment!" I pointed to the screen, which, to my dismay, was currently advertising laundry detergent.

Maddie raised an eyebrow, (oh man I must look so foolish), but Tom walked in before she could say anything. "Well, if you're that into detergent you can help with the laundry later."

I gasped. "Whoa, hey! - Let's not get crazy alright."

That got a chuckle out of them. Good. Just be normal. Be the fun guy, cool guy, OKAY guy. Because you're totally okay and nothing is wrong, why would anything be wrong- Oh sweet Chao on a mushroom Maddie made pancakes.

Dinner was alright. Tails and da- I mean Tom, went to the store earlier today and Tails managed to get him to buy that jam he liked, but nobody else did, (by nobody else, I mean me) so I just had the pancakes alone, because we had run out of everything else. (and by running out I mean KNUCKLES got hungry at 3 am)

"Been a rough couple of weeks, huh, gang?" Tom took a bite of his pancake, his tone light, casual-like the last few weeks hadn't been that rough.

"You can say that again." Tails chuckled, twirling his fork between his fingers. "But nothing unusual for Sonic the Hedgehog."

The way he said my name made me tense up. The blue blur, Earth's speedy hero, the hedgehog that saves the world, defeats a dozen bad guys, and all that before brunch.

Nothing gets to him.

"I'm just happy we all made it out okay," Tom commented, with an easy smile.

I stared down at my plate, appetite gone. We all made it out okay? Shadow sure didn't.

"You alright, Sonic?" Maddie's voice was soft, cautious.

Crap.

I forced a grin. "Yeah! Just, uh-realized I haven't gone for a run yet today. Gotta train this speed on the regular!"

I could feel their eyes on me. Tom's slight frown, Maddie's concern, Tails tilting his head like he wanted to analyze me like one of his machines. I didn't give them the chance.

"Later guys!"

In a blink, I was out the door. 

The cool evening air hit me as I ran, the wind pushing against my quills. Good. Let it. Let it drag everything else away. I went faster until the world blurred past me- just shapes, colors, nothing solid enough to hold onto.

If I was running, I didn't have to think. I didn't have to feel, remember. 

I could just go fast.

So I kept going, faster, past the trees, over the hills, until the houses and roads faded.

Eventually, I reached a cliff ledge, overlooking the forest below. I skidded to a stop, dirt kicking up beneath my shoes. My chest rose and fell in quick bursts. The rush of movement faded, and the weight I'd been outrunning finally caught up.

I dropped onto the grass, arms resting on my knees, head tilting back to stare at the sky.

Gosh... what is happening to me?

I asked myself, lowly whispering. 

It reminded me of the cave that I used to call home. I'd talk to myself back then, a lot- Dumb little pep talks, half-hearted jokes, make-believe therapy- Anything to make the silence feel less... crushing.

I swallowed, staring at the stars above. And before I could stop myself, I spoke up again.

"...Hey, Shadow."

The words felt heavy, like saying them made this real. I hesitated, then let out a breath.

"I, uh... I dunno why I'm doing this... Figured if talking to myself helped back then... maybe talking to you might... help now."

Silence. Of course. 

I ran a hand through the grass, trying to keep my voice steady. "No one else talks about you. It's like you were never even here. Like you didn't- like it didn't matter." My throat tightened, but I pushed through. "But you did matter. What you did matters."

I squeezed my eyes shut. "I just keep thinking... I should've... done something. I should've been faster, smarter- better. Maybe then, you wouldn't have had to..." 

I let out a breath. The frustration, the guilt- it was all still there, heavy in my chest. But saying it out loud made it... I dunno. A little less suffocating.

"...Guess I'll talk to you later, huh?"

Eventually, I got up and took off again. 

[ambroziadelphine]

My Personal Addiction (Geto Suguru x Reader) Chapter 7

Masterlist

"I think I felt it!" I said, looking up only to see them both staring at me in shock and confusion, Geto stared at my hand as Gojo looked at me.

"What the fuck?" He asked, Geto smacking him as he looked back at me.

"What?" I asked, looking at them in confusion as Geto took my hand again, as if inspecting it then looking up at me when he found nothing.

"It just.. disappeared.." He said making me frown.

"But I felt something." I said as he looked at me with furrowed brows.

"Try it again." He said, this time a few small Flyheads appearing in my hand as he took a step back again.

"Okay..." I said cautiously, closing my eyes again and trying to ignite that spark again, this time getting a stronger feeling as some type of feeling like adrenaline flowed through me. Instead of just settling in my chest, I let it spread to my limbs, my hand that held the Flyheads suddenly feeling empty before a hand was over mine again.

"Holy fuck.." Gojo muttered, but I kept my eyes closed.

"Keep focusing." Geto said softly, I could feel a blush rise to my cheeks as I did as he said, the feeling of his hand in mine making it harder but I did my best until I felt something heavy in my hand. "Open your eyes." He told me and I hesitantly opened them to see a small orb in my hand, just like the ones Geto made but smaller and a bright gold with white flecks along the edges like glittering snow.

"Curse manipulation?" Gojo asked, coming over to us as he stared at the orb. Geto picked it up and inspected it.

"No, its similar.. but this is different then what I can do." He said as he moved it in his fingers, the gold and sparkles swirling around in the almost glass like orb. "She didn't manipulate it at first.. its more like you turned it into pure energy and absorbed it." He mused, looking at me as he held it up.

"Do you mind?" He asked, I looked at him and shook my head, not sure what he was about to do when he took a step back and brought the orb up to his lips, swallowing it as I looked at him in shock, his eyes opening in surprise as he looked at me.

"How you feeling?" Gojo asked him as he stared at his hands.

"Good.. Really good, actually." He said, looking up at me with a smile. "I guess this means I'll be the one training you from now on." He chuckled, a smile on his face as I blinked at him.

"Uh.. That's great and all, but you never explained either of your abilities so I am now thoroughly confused and slightly concerned." I said, seeing his sweatdrop as Gojo started laughing.

"I guess I should have explained what I was doing." He said as he scratched the back of his head.

"Curse Manipulation is his technique. He can eat curses and bring them out to do whatever he wants." Gojo explained and I gave a slow nod. Bare minimum explanation. Typical Gojo.

"That honestly sounds nasty." I said, making a face as Geto chuckled. "I bet they taste horrible." I said as he nodded, Gojo chuckling.

"I wouldn't know. Never tried eating one." He said with a shrug as Geto scoffed.

"As someone who has, I can say they do indeed taste horrible." He said making Gojo look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Really?" He asked, before thinking for a moment and shrugging. "No, I believe that. If curses taste half as bad as they look, I don't even want to know." He said, shaking his head lightly as I smiled, Geto chuckling.

"I will say though, somehow when you condense a curse, it tastes significantly better." He said making me blush slightly, looking down as he and Gojo chuckled.

"Well, looks like you've met your match, Suguru." The fool said, giving a small salute as he turned around. "I'll leave this to you then. I'm gonna go take a nap." He said before walking off as I huffed.

"You barely did anything!" I yelled as he pointed to his side as he walked backwards.

"I'm going to Shoko to heal what you did to me!" He yelled back as I flipped him off.

"Sleep is for the weak and you can't hide behind Shoko!" I yelled back, Geto letting out a loud laugh at Gojo walked off.

"You sure do like arguing with him." He said as I turned to him, blushing slightly as I huffed, crossing my arms.

"He's infuriating and I like annoying the hell out of him. It's quite funny if I'm honest." I said as he nodded, chuckling.

"It is quite amusing to watch." He said as he stepped closer to me. "Now, would you like to continue training, or do you feel you need a break? Now that we have some idea what you can do, we can begin making a proper training routine for you." He said as I thought for a moment, I was quite tired but I trust Geto to not be as harsh as Gojo with being new and all.

"I can go a little longer." I said making him smile.

"Good, then let me show you what I know, and we can adapt it to you however necessary, okay? We'll go step by step so its easy." He said as he walked me to a better place, a little closer to the school as Gojo had kind of chased me around for a bit.

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"You did good today." Geto said as we walked back inside. My body felt like it was on fire from so much exercise and I was exhausted, but I was happy. It felt like I actually had meaning now that I could do these things. I smiled at him and sighed.

"Don't give me all the credit." I said with a chuckle. "Without you, and unfortunately Gojo, I wouldn't have figured any of this out." I said as he smiled, hands stuffed in his pants pockets

"But it was still you doing the training." He stated and I nodded, my hands clasped behind my back.

"True, but I wouldn't know what I'm doing without you." I grinned, glancing at him as he chuckled, closing his eyes before looking out the window.

"I suppose." He said, a cheeky grin coming over his face. "Though, considering how sweet your curses taste, I can't say I'm not looking forward to training you. It'll be a nice change from the revolting curses I can manipulate." He said, a light blush coming over my face as I stared at the ground.

"What.. what do curses actually taste like?" I asked him, his face looking at me in slight surprise.

"Yours? Or one of mine?" He asked and I shrugged.

"Both, I guess." I said and he sighed, closing his eyes for a moment.

"Normally, they taste absolutely disgusting.. Like eating a rag used to clean vomit." He said and I scrunched my nose in disgust.

"How can you stand that?" I asked him and he opened his eyes and shrugged.

"I hate it, but there's not much I can do when its my cursed technique." He said, looking down at me with a small smile. "It's why I'm glad you're here now. The curses you manipulate are sweet, like honey or vanilla." He explained the kind look he gave me making my heart skip a beat as my face felt hot.

"Well, I'm glad I can make things at least a little better for you then." I said, looking down at the floor. I guess I've already helped with one thing, but does this mean I was brought here to change the story? I was already going to do that, but does this mean I could help redeem Geto later? Maybe I have an ability that could save Haibara! This means I might have to do more training then just with Geto. I can't tell them what I'm planning, but if its helping them.. they should be able to understand my reasons later.

At least I hope.

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That night after dinner, I looked through my bag to see what random shit Kali had actually packed. My laptop with my charger, need a damn adapter for those; some card games we had taken on the little trip with us, namely Moose Master and Incohearent. I should see if everyone would maybe wanna play sometime, though I'd take the kinky section out from Incohearent. I doubt they'd be willing to guess those phrases considering they are minors. Well, maybe Gojo would. I also had a bag of Canadian candy making my eyes widen, tearing the plastic bag open and grinning as I stared at all the candy. 

Maybe I could bribe Gojo with this? He likes sweets but doesn't really become so obsessed with them until after the Starvessel mission, from what Kali said at least. She's been texting me all day giving little updates about her and what's going on, though its all very vague to keep things hidden of the future. I was anxious to know if Haibara was alive in the future but I refrained from asking, knowing it may be better to leave that for me to figure out. I did ask why she messed with my bag and apparently she didn't though which was equally as strange if I'm being honest.

"You know, now that you mention it, I do have some weird things in my bag." She said over the phone as she bug through it. She was in a Jujutsu High uniform as well, though she still wore her chunky bright earrings and colorful accessories. "I have my case with my jewelry in it which is weird." She mentioned, taking out the case and opening it.

"Yep, its all in here." She said, taking out a small jeweled pocket knife. "Even got old Lucky here too." She said, the pocket knife was a parting gift from her aunt when she moved from New Orleans to Toronto. She's attributed all her good luck to it since she got it.

"I got some card games and my sewing kit. I thought I had this stuff in my suitcase." I muttered, looking at the items covering my desk that were in my bag. It was a lot more then I thought and I had to prop my phone against the wall as close as I could just to have room for everything. "Like half this stuff is from my suitcase." I said, looking at the different things. My sewing kit, my laptop and charger, the games, my makeup bag which also had my small piercing care bag in it, a water bottle from Humber as I was going in for Library Science in September, and some extra clothes I didn't know were in here. It honestly felt like I had Hermione's endless bag with how things kept coming, though I wasn't mad at having my own clothes here now too as I hung them up in the wardrobe.

"Same, like, I even have some of my dresses and spare Basotho blanket." She said holding one of the bright dresses up for me to see.

"Oh, I can't wait until Sukuna sees you in that. If he doesn't go feral, I'm sure Yuji would start short circuiting." I said as she got a devious look on her face.

"I am technically only 2 years older then Yuji.." She said, wiggling her eyebrows at me as I chuckled. "Think I should make the first move?" She asked and I laughed and nodded.

"If you don't, he might never." I said as she sighed and nodded.

"I guess I'm gonna have to be the bold one here." She muttered before looking at me with interest. "Soooo... How are you and Geto getting along? You said you did training today but never told me how that went." She inquired and I couldn't help the blush from raising to my face.

"I learned.. I can use some type of curse manipulation.." I said, her jaw dropping as she suddenly squealed.

"Future you didn't tell me that!" She said, her face now up close to the camera as she stared at me with wide eyes. "Tell. Me. Everything." She demanded making me laugh, about to explain before a knock was heard on my door. 

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Fic Updates

It's been a while soo....

I Want You to Show Me Weak — As I've stated before, there are only 2 chapters left in the entire fic. I'm going to be finishing both of them before I post chapter 26. Then I'll be posting chapter 27 the next day. Gonna end the fic with a bang 😏 I have everything outlined and thought out, I just have to finish writing it (I'm very excited about what I have planned/written for the final chapter, which includes the ending). Though I will admit, it's been difficult to write knowing I'll be saying goodbye to this story. I'll miss my boys SO much 😭, as well as this version of Kino x Reader, but I want to finish it for myself and for all of you! Besides, there's always the possibility of oneshots set in this universe in the future AND I'm not done writing for Kino. Not even close! I have no date estimate at the moment, but I'm trying to give this one my full attention so 🤞

The Devil Makes Us Sin — Once Show Me Weak is done, I'm going to give this one my full attention for a while. (Though, to be honest, even though I'm trying to focus on finishing Kino first, I still keep this document open and regularly pop in to write a paragraph or two. What can I say, David is VERY fun to write for 😏, I love him, and I must follow the serotonin). The next few chapters will be shorter so they should go quickly, and I already have around the next 4 of them half written (I actually have about ~25k of future stuff written last time I checked, including parts of chapters MUCH further down the road 😅).

Other Wips

While my focus has been on my ongoing stories, I do have a few other WIPs I have actual content written for! So here's an update on those as well. For fun.

Personal Trainer!Kino x Reader Modern AU — I have the beginning of this story and a few scenes written, and SO many notes for it. (My relationship with my trainer is fantastic. He's 50% big brother energy, 50% wingman energy, but he says THE most out of pocket shit so I immediately write it down after my sessions. Because him saying it does nothing for me, but imagining Kino saying it?? 😵‍💫🫠🥵) It will probably end up ~5 chapters total. Probably.

And Your Heart, Love, Has Such Darkness (David x Reader smutty Oneshot) — I started this one a year ago because I wrote something for TDMUS that didn't quite fit, but I liked it enough to keep it and make it its own thing. It's over half done right now, so it will likely be the next oneshot I post.

I Didn't Want to Hurt You, but You're Pretty When You Cry (Dark!David x Reader) — I think this one will end up about 3 chapters long and will contain a lot of content warnings. It's going to be more horror focused (with splashes of dark humor because I cannot help myself). I adore the opening chunk I've written. It gave me goosebumps.

Secret Andy Blorbo x Reader Oneshot — This one started as a joke on Discord about an Andy blorbo that is not only incredibly niche/unknown, but is actively not attractive (one of the very rare times Andy Serkis does nothing for me. In fact, when I see him, my vagina makes the windows shutdown noise). Except I made the mistake of saying, "I want to try to write for this character as a fun challenge just so I can sexually confuse everyone." And it, uh, spiraled from there and made me rethink my entire stance on this character (thank you for not only indulging me, Hannah, but encouraging me and giving me more ideas 💖 I loved [redacted] thirst day in TNBF)

Halsin x Tav — That's right, I'm writing for the sexy druid. It'll be 2 chapters, and it's about a third of the way finished. This Tav will be a human fighter, but is otherwise written more like a Reader Insert. (Side note: going back to 3rd person POV after writing a lot of 2nd person POV is harder than I imagined 🙃)

Paz Vizsla x Mando!Reader Oneshot — That's right, I'm also writing for the big Mandalorian. It's about a third of the way finished as well. (These last 2 are actually a little intimidating because the fandoms are MUCH larger, but I need to get them out sooo fuck it, it's happening.)

So as you can see, even though I haven't posted very much outside of Liam Black, I'm still writing a lot. Apparently I just have commitment issues and a lot of ✨thots✨ 😌💖

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okayyyy also. tagged by @joelletwo for 5 topics i could talk about for an hour with no prep.

now. two things. 1. i have infernal podcast dude energy and could say a lot about nothing. weird trait to have if u dont like talking to people? hard to say. 2. GESTURES AT BLOG. im ALREADY. talking at length abt my beloved shit. so im just ruling out turtles, alien robots, trek, etcetcetc all the shit thats been a main blog topic for the last past. 4 years?

I'm gonna say.... western voice actors? not that i could really. Give a lecture so much as. I'm way more familiar with them that than I am live action actors. And I'm kinda just CONSTANTLY like. Oh you know so and so from every cartoon youve ever fucking seen? And FEEL a real. gap. with people when they dont have a same reference point. probably like how ppl feel with me when i dont know their acting guys jhadbgjfga. Like u can name 5 VAs from ur childhood cartoons/animated movies right? And personal interest like, hey btw u know like the entire cast of tng was in disneys gargoyles? U know keith david can SING? And diego luna? Hey you know about Canadian actors who are in all the dubs and video games and yeah cheap shit? You know Scott McNeil right? You know Ian James Corlett? You know. THE IAN. of being Ian. Hello. is this thing still on?

I really like and care about the topics of education, children's rights and pedagogy? Not academically so much as, personal interest. What seeing very clearly that there was a lot of arbitrary rules that involved things like. The Government. and Systems. as a child does to a motherfucker I guess? I'm always INTERESTED in a discussion about it, is how i mean I guess. Like focuses of multiple intelligence and "applied knowledge" (and short comings there of). I mean long and short of it. Kids are full human beings and until u can grapple with that their feelings and opinions um. Actually matter. I hate you? jdhbgjhdb. And Naturally the world being good for kids has the prerequisite of it not sucking ass for adults too....

UHhhh guh. User design/civil engineering? You'll hear it from me until the day I die, crushed under the tires of a ford f1 giga truck with the LED 20million watt bulbs. PROTECTED BIKE LANES. for the love of god. I just know a lot of designers I guess and like engineering, conceptually. But like, u know that famous bridge everyone crashes into. If theres 80million warning signs and people are still crashing... maybe theres. other factors. Or you know ofc like, traffic planning, vehicle accidents, structural disasters. A lot of them are not just. Things happening. Tragedies. There's politics there. Usually a lot of Money stuff. and structural racism. The real reason your fridge is full is that there's a bunch of half empty condiment jars hiding all your forgotten left overs. And widening the roads isnt gonna do shit for traffic.

Jackass entry: Themes and motifs of anyyytthing ive watched with another person or saw, and like they also know it. I realllly like, visual theming and narrative shorthands. Anything that breaks like, maybe people in this setting dont have the same customs, but their gonna do something so you the audience can recognize it. Non literal/accurate use of colour and lighting, for mood and clarity. Breaking the physical shape and scale of things so they can appear and be readable on screen. COSTUMING COSTUMING COSTUMING. A well styled character can do soooo much for your understanding of a work, especially with large casts, and a poorly styled one can take me right out. Well. anyway. yes i love animation u all knew that.

uhhhhh Thatgamecompany/giantsquids studio. im giving myself a free space. lol technically I DO. blog about this. the music. at least. BUT beloved. games. Me and everyone else I guess. Hey speaking of u know its laura bailey and troy baker as the voices in the pathless? And you know how a lot of the games have themes of coming into being/growing/rebirth. And LOTS of environmentalism. And implied cultural world building, and wordless stories. and beautiful metaphor rich otherworldly visuals. and gameplay styles that really connect with the emotional story their going for. and ofc, the music. oh the leit motifs. well. there u go. sword of the sea when?

tagginggg. uh did anyone get @deadgrantaires or @army-of-bee-assassins yet? anyone elseeee who wants to regale me with things they knowww about. id love to know.