#and I'm still ready to jump off a fucking microwave

[velvet-games]

AUGH I forgot how much I hate doing digital lineart

[kimbapisnotsushi]

hi! please share your headcanons about jay. thanks!

ooooooooh sure thing let's get it!!

(also please keep in mind that soke was literally my first time dipping back into dc after a LONG while, so i have a bit of catch-up to do in terms of characters and stories, and thus some of my knowledge might be outdated!!! also i love jay but i do consider myself still very new to understanding him and thus most of these will be silly fun :333)

damian makes fun of him for that all-black ninja-esque stealth suit he wore to sneak into star labs because there was literally NO POINT in jay trying to disguise himself like that when he didn't bother covering up his BRIGHT FUCKING PINK hair

yes i'm still mad about yes i would like to know his thought process

is it natural btw??? i've seen different takes around where people think it's dyed bc of his other version in aos:jk, but i feel like that's pretty unlikely considering it was shaved all the way down when he got taken prisoner and experimented on and it grew back exactly like that

for the record i'm not a hater i'm just saying 1) it made him a walking beacon and 2) it being natural is so fucking funny to me since he clearly didn't inherit it from his mom, which begs the question:

who the fuck is jay's dad

while jay does care for all of the revolutionaries as their ally and everyone at the truth as their boss, and as an overall friend, i think that wink and the aerie are especially close to him and they consider each other family. they were pretty much the closest thing to adult supervision jay had for a while, and he relied on them a lot when he was settling down in metropolis and figuring out how to live alone

this meant that he called them for stupid things like "if something explodes in your microwave do you call the fire department", and not-stupid things like "help me open a bank account because metropolis bank has laws that won't let me do it by myself as a minor"

they were also the first people he came out to

jay loves them even if they CAN be really annoying

jay: "are you—are you guys ACTUALLY planning on shovel-talking superman" wink: "technically, he's superman's son" the aerie: "and if he's late to the coffee shop, i'm taking points off"

i think jay would get along with tim actually

the dude is an underground hacktivist refugee, investigative journalist, and a former president's son. he's probably used to always looking over his shoulder, ready to be jumped at a moment's notice. he's got a plan for everything but the plans only exist inside his head because he can't risk hard copies being found or digital ones being hacked. he's memorized them all. they're either alphabetized or mentally color-coded. we're talking levels of elaborate just-in-case getaways and meticulously planned investigations that would get a normal reporter killed if they asked the wrong question. it's dedication to a terrifying degree

yeah tim would definitely rock with him

jay has this neat little trick where if he's in a situation in which someone's poisoned his food and he has to eat it/can't let them know he knows, he just partially phases his organs so that the food falls through his body a little bit at a time and never enters his digestive system

jon is HORRIFIED when he finds out. damian is really fucking impressed

does gamorra have its own language???? i feel like jay would be fluent in it if so. of course he would be. he'd do anything to keep part of home as close to his chest as possible

oh that's another thing i'll probs mess up on btw i am legit so confused on gamorra considering it's apparently in asia and i would assume has its own distinct culture? but jay's surname is japanese and that random kid on the boat has a japanese name so are they like. japanese-adjacent??? or is gamorra made up of multiple asian identities blended into one (read tags for clarification)

i should probably read absolute power shouldn't i

okay sorry that got WAY off topic but yeah jay is definitely someone who loved his home despite not being able to go back and did everything he could to maintain his ties

ALSO can we talk about jay being a student at metropolis college at seventeen???? did he skip a year of school when he got to the u.s.??? did he lie on forms or something??

like i don't think he's taking extra credit classes as a high school student because he was also advertising the media department when we saw him, and i don't think he'd be doing that if he was in high school

jon makes sense because he had a fake identity which COULD put him in college. but jay???

honestly lying on paper is such a jay nakamura thing to do if he doesn't want people tracking him down by cross-referencing his birthday with government records

jay nakamura's number-one tip of running an anonymous underground activist stream: hide all identifiable information from the government

(this does not work when you are widely recognized as superman's boyfriend)

also now that dick is backing the truth can we PLEASE get tim in on it. i think it'd be so fucking funny. i think he and jay would have a grand old time breaking into firewalls and digging through internet archives and exposing corrupt people

tim is like "FINALLY i have something fun to do at all those fucking galas bruce makes me go to" because jay needs some rich guy's vacation itinerary so he knows the prime time to break into his house and gather evidence for something

i just have so much appreciation for jay nakamura you guys i love him so much

[galaxywrites]

More incorrect quotes with my little genderbent MK series I'm working on. :>

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Jeanie (fem! Johnny), looking through her clothes: Has anyone seen my top?

Kuixiang (fem! Kuai Liang): Kiyoko is in the kitchen.

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Hanae (fem! Hanzo): Is there a cactus where your heart should be?

Kiyoko (fem! Kenshi), sipping coffee: What crawled up your ass this morning?

Kuixiang, walking in: Hey

Kiyoko: Hm.. nevermind.

Hanae: OHMYGODNO

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Tomoe (fem! Takeda): Well, remember when Jiā Yǐng made a romantic dinner for me?

Frost: Tomoe, she microwaved you a pizza.

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Jiā Yǐng (fem! Kung Jin): I am decayed. My lungs are full of thorns and mildew. My bones are held together by vines. I am fragile. Be gentle with my corpse.

Tomoe: Get out of bed, you're going to the meeting whether you like it or not.

Jiā Yǐng : I REFUSE.

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Carter (male! Cassie): Do you think different paints have different tastes?

Jiā Yǐng: They do.

Tomoe: ...Why did you say that with such certainty?

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Frost: What’s your favorite color?

Carter: Stop asking stupid questions. Ask me something logical and mature.

Frost: How many moles of sodium bicarbonate are needed to neutralize 0.8ml of sulfuric acid at STP?

Carter : My favorite color is pink.

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Jaylen (male! Jacqui): Kinda gay to make a wanted poster... Why do you want that man? So you can hold him?

Frost: Yeah. Hold him accountable.

Jaylen: Hold him accountable for stealing your heart?

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Carter: Astrology is fun because i can pretend that all of my behaviors are just a result of being a Gemini and not symptoms of mental illness.

Jiā Yǐng: Being a Gemini is a mental illness. That’s not hate it’s just a fact.

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Tomoe: Did you bring Jiā Yǐng ?

Frost, gesturing to Carter : No, but I brought the next best thing.

Tomoe: Carter ? The next best thing would be Jaylen.

Carter : I would be offended, but Jaylen is freakishly strong.

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Jiā Yǐng : I can do anything I put my mind to. I once figured out Jaylen's phone number just by choosing random numbers.

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Carter : When I met you I thought you were a real bitch.

Jiā Yǐng : What changed your mind?

Carter : Oh, I still think you’re a bitch, I’ve just grown to like that about you.

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Cyrax, texting Sektor: Who are you? Someone changed all my contact names.

Sektor: What did they change my name to?

Cyrax: Batman.

Sektor: Don't change it back.

Cyrax: But who the fuck are you?

Sektor: I'm Batman.

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Sektor: What are you drinking?

Cyrax: Vodka.

Sektor: Straight?

Cyrax: No, gay. Why?

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Cyrax: You look mentally ill.

Sektor: I am. Let’s go.

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Kiyoko: Can I have some?

Hanae, mouth full of cheesecake: It's really spicy, you wouldn't like it.

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Kiyoko: If we lose, you’re out of the will.

Hanae: I was in the will?

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Kuixiang: Are you ready to commit?

Hanae: Like, a crime or a relationship?

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Kuixiang: Where's the most romantic spot for a first kiss? Wrong answers only.

Hanae: Dueling grounds.

Kuixiang: I said wrong answers only.

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Kiyoko: I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning.

Jeanie: This is a lie.

Jeanie: I'm literally dating her. This is a lie.

Jeanie: SHE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS.

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Jeanie: I'm not gay, but you look hot today.

Kiyoko: We're literally dating.

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Jiā Yǐng: Do you think if skeletons were real, "Boner" would be a slur for them?"

Kung Lán (f! Kung Lao): ... Jiā Yǐng, I have wonderful news regarding the realness of skeletons.

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Kung Lán: Don’t worry, I have a permit.

Jiā Yǐng: ...This just says “I can do what I want”.

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Kung Lán: Like, no offense to myself and all, but what the fuck am I actually doing?

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Kung Lán: Is it just me or is instant ramen even better uncooked?

Lú Kang: It’s just you.

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Lú Kang: If all your friends jumped off a bridge wou-

Kung Lán: Probably.

Lú Kang: I didn't finish.

Kung Lán: Probably.

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Sektor: If karma doesn't hit you, I fucking will.

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Raiden: Well, well, well, if it isn’t the consequences of my actions.

[centralperkchenford]

chenford + chris comes to lucys apt and tim answers the door

chenford + chris comes to lucys apt and tim answers the door

This takes anytime after 5x12. It’s definitely early dating era. (In my mind)

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

Tim is just getting the coffee ready when he hears someone knocking on the door. He glances at it and debates whether or not he’s going to answer, a quick glance at the microwave clock shows it’s 7am. He continues to make the coffee when there is yet another kick on the door. He sigh heavily and then glances towards Lucy’s bedroom hoping it didn’t wake her. They had a long night last night and though it mostly was fueled by the fact that couldn’t keep their hands off each other, given that they had just started sleeping together. It was also because they had a long day at work, and hadn’t seen each other all day. And that to Tim just was unacceptable. He is so glad Lucy didn’t have to change stations because he thinks he would go crazy to not see her all day and then maybe not even at night. This was so much better.

Tim makes his way over to the door and glances through the peephole letting out a sigh when he sees who it is.

Chris Sanford

He blows out a breath and unlocks the door. Chris is standing on the other side and his mouth falls open when he sees Tim. There is silence for a few seconds and then Chris is talking his words sounding a little frantic.

“I need to talk to Lucy.” He says and Tim shifts in the doorway and stares at the other man.

“Why?” He asks him. Chris shifts from one foot to the other before speaking again. Tim waits impatiently as he waits for him to start talking.

“I just need to talk to her. It’s none of your business.” Chris says defiantly. Tim rolls his eyes and shifts once again in the doorway looking over his shoulder. Lucy’s bedroom door was still shut. Thank god.

“Well she’s asleep right now.” Tim tells Chris. “But you can talk to her later or leave a message with me.” Chris’s face twists up in anger and he moves forward as if he’s going to push himself in to the apartment. Tim shifts so he’s blocking the doorway.

“You can wake her up.” Chris snaps. “This can’t wait.” He makes another move to push past Tim but he’s ready and blocks him.

“I’m not waking her up just so she can talk to you.” Tim says. “She’s tired. I’m letting her sleep in.” Chris balls his fists up into little balls.

“She always gets up early.” Chris says glaring at Tim. “She will hate that you didn’t wake her up.”

Tim stares at the other man and wonders why in the hell he ever set Lucy up with Chris in the first place. He was stubborn and didn’t take no for an answer. And apparently he didn’t know Lucy as well as he thought he did because Lucy loves to sleep in when she can.

“She actually likes to sleep in.” Tim informs Chris maybe a little too smugly. “And we had a long night last night.”

Chris takes a step back and looks Tim up and down as if trying to find the meaning of his words. He doesn’t really need to ask why Tim is there, he only has sweatpants on and his hair is a mess from sleeping and Lucy running her fingers through it.

“So Lucy and I break up and you jump into bed with her?” Chris asks angrily. He takes a step forward but Tim remains still.

“I don’t need to explain how we got together Sanford.” Tim says because quite honestly he doesn’t owe this man an explanation. He remembers how stressed out Lucy was when he kept calling about the houses. A wave of anger goes through Tim, and he has to push it down.

“But I do need you to leave.” Tim moves to shut the door but Chris stops it with his foot and peers into the apartment.

“Lucy!” He calls loudly his voice echoing through the room. “Lucy I need to talk to you!” Tim shoves him back into the hallway and then steps out himself leaving the door slightly open.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He snaps at Chris. “I said you can talk to her later.”

“You aren’t the boss of her Bradford. Just because you are fucking her doesn’t mean you own her.” Chris says and Tim has half a mind to push him in the face and hopefully break his nose but then he hears soft footsteps from behind him.

“Tim?” Says Lucy’s soft sleepy voice. He turns to look at her and smile spreads across his face. She’s in one of his shirts and she has bed head but she’s absolutely glowing. “What’s going on?” Chris hears her voice and steps forward to look around Tim’s shoulders. Lucy sees Chris and Tim watches as her face falls slightly before she schools it. She places a hand on Tim’s arm, as if knowing he was about to do something stupid.

“What are you doing here?” She asks Chris her voice neutral. Chris blinks at her, his eyes falling to her hand on Tim’s arm.

“I just wanted to hear what you had to say when you broke up with me.” He says. “I know I ran out but I had time to think and I would like to hear what you have to say.” Tim stares at him in disbelief.

A little late there buddy he thinks a few months too late.

Lucy wraps her hand around his bicep and looks at Chris. “And you couldn’t have called me or texted me? Why are you showing up at my apartment at 7am?” She asks him. “I was going to explain to you that night but you stormed out.”

“So tell me now.” Chris demands. “Is he the reason you broke up with me?” He points at Tim and Tim narrows his eyes at him.

“He wasn’t the whole reason.” She says and then adds. “But he was part of it.” Her grip on his bicep loosened a little bit as she presses her chest into him. Chris stares at her, his face still twisted up and angry.

“How long after you broke up with me did it take you to move on to him or were you already together?” Chris asks. Tim turns to Lucy who is twisting her face up as if she’s thinking on what to tell Chris. As far as Tim knew it hadn’t been that long from when she broke up with Chris and then came back to the station. It had to be a half an hour or hour tops. He takes a step forward but Lucy pulls him back. He knows the cheating accusation is not totally baseless but he has no right to accuse Lucy of cheating on him.

“That’s none of your business.” Lucy finally says to Chris. “You and I weren’t working Chris. You loved me but I didn’t love you. And I did not cheat on you.”

Chris looks between them and Tim doesn’t miss the way his eyes dart to Lucy’s bare legs. He moves in front of her so his body is blocking hers from Chris’s eyes.

Lucy continues as she stares at Chris. “You had no right to come here at 7am to ask why I broke up with you and then accuse me of cheating on you.”

Chris opens his mouth to reply but Lucy beats him to it, her voice scarily calm. “You need to leave now.” She says. “Or I will arrest you for trespassing and refusing to leave.” Chris backs up and so does Tim.

“Fine.” Chris spits at both of them and he looks like he wants to say more but he doesn’t instead he turns on his heels and leaves. Tim stares after him but then Lucy is pulling him back inside. He shuts the door behind them and turns to her.

“I’m sorry.” She says not looking at him. He immediately gathers her in his arms and hugs her to his chest.

“Lucy, this is not your fault. It is not your fault that Chris can’t move on. Although I can’t blame him.” Tim says and Lucy lifts her head to look at him curiously.

“What?” She asks.

He leans in to kiss her and then his lips ghost over her ear. “Because you would be impossible to get over.”

He feels her shiver as she looks up at him her brown eyes sincere. “Well good thing you will never have to get over me.” She says and he places his hands on her waist and draws her close.

“And why’s that?” He asks putting his forehead against hers. She pulls his face down to kiss him.

“Because I’m in this for long run.” She says her voice low and husky now. He blinks at her a couple of times wondering how he got so lucky to call her his. And then he is hoisting her up, she squeals a little bit but wraps her legs around him as he backs them towards her bedroom.

And yeah he’s in this for the long run too.

[boxboxlewis]

max/danie, crime au?

Daniel has taken him to a safehouse and left him there, and Max is bored.

It's kind of a shithole, the safehouse. The furniture is old and ratty, clearly castoffs scavenged from the kerbside. No windows, of course. There's a tv but it only gets terrestrial channels. No Xbox, no Playstation. Daniel was very clear before he left that Max isn't to turn his phone on, but he's sorely tempted.

He does a hundred situps and twenty pushups, and repeats. He microwaves one of the shelf-stable ready-meals he finds in the kitchen. He takes a pen and draws a big tally mark on the wall: Day 1. Kind of a joke but also, kind of not a joke. If it wasn't for the clock on the microwave he'd have no way of knowing how much time is passing, which is slightly worrying.

He sleeps and jerks off and watches stupid daytime tv and eats more ready-meals and does more pushups. The shower is gross but so is he so he sucks it up, even though there's a not really a point because he still has to put his old clothes back on, and there's blood all over his jeans, which he can't think about, because if he thinks about it he'll think about Checo, about Daniel saying "Max, he's not going to make it, we have to—"

He does more pushups, until his arms are trembling and he can't move. He falls asleep there, face pressed to the grimy carpet, and wakes up hungry. Another ready-meal, another gross shower, more exercise, another tally mark on the wall.

On Day 3 he decides he's done. He can't wait any more to be rescued, he's not Princess fucking Peach. He assesses himself: uninjured, but he's definitely going to need new clothes and a place to stay, and he has zero cash. If he uses his phone to pay for anything he might as well text his location to his enemies with a little "assassinate me here!" message. So, fine. What are his other options?

He nearly shouts with relief when he remembers Seb: Seb who is both retired and alive, quite an unusual combination in their line of work. Even better, he's politically neutral, and he likes Max. Well, ok, they're not friends, but he doesn't hate Max. Probably. He won't give anything to Max for free, but... they can bargain. Max has things to offer, even now. Then he can find Daniel. Show him he's not just some tagalong little kid.

He microwaves a final meal, to get his strength up before he heads out. He's just started to shovel the food into his mouth—it's lasagne, putatively, although he's not convinced—when there's a sound at the door. His whole body goes tense, adrenaline flooding him.

"It's just me, Max," Daniel says, muffled, and then the door is opening and Daniel is there. Max tackles him, the sheer relief of it overwhelming, all the worry he couldn't admit he was holding sliding away. You don't touch other men, he knows this, you certainly don't burrow into their arms like a fucking koala on a tree, but he can't help himself.

"Daniel," he says, into Daniel's neck, "Daniel, I thought you weren't coming back—I was going to go to Seb and try to find you, I—"

"Hey," Daniel says. "Hey, Maxy, it's all right, I've got you." He strokes his hand over the back of Max's head, and he's holding Max's lower back with his other hand and his thumb is rubbing little circles and it's nice, it's the nicest thing Max has ever felt, he could stand there forever, just soaking in the feel of being held by Daniel Ricciardo.

He realises he's starting to get hard and jumps back, mortified. "Ah, I. Do you, do you want a ready-meal? They're shit. I think I probably have scurvy, now, after three days of them."

Daniel laughs. "Nah, you're all right," he says. "Jesus, Maxy." He crosses to the ugly plaid couch and drops down onto it, clearly exhausted. "Fuck. We're ok, I took care of things, but..." He rubs a hand through his hair. "I'm glad you didn't go to Seb," he says. "He's working for Toto."

Max feels very young and very foolish. "Seb is?" He wants to climb into Daniel's lap, which obviously isn't ok, but probably if he sits next to him that's all right, if he's not too close. He sits. Folds his hands together so he doesn't reach out to touch Daniel.

"Yup. I don't know what kind of hold they have on him, but... ah, fuck it. I'm tired. I'll take you back to mine, we'll get situated, but do you mind if we just hang here for a minute first?"

Max shakes his head. Daniel smiles, the skin by his eyes creasing. "You're a good kid, Maxy. Hey, get over here, I wanna steal your warmth."

Max thinks he's misheard at first, but then Daniel is grabbing his shoulder and pulling him in. He ends up settled against Daniel's chest, head tipped back against Daniel's shoulder, Daniel's arms wrapped around him. His heart is beating furiously, as if he needs more oxygen, as if being held by Daniel counts as exercise. "Is this ok?" he asks: a stupid question, but he needs to be certain.

Daniel laughs. His face tips down so it's resting against Max's head and Max can feel his lips, almost. It's almost like a kiss. "Yeah, Maxy, it's ok," he says. "There's no one else here, right? We can do what we want."

Max closes his eyes and imagines saying Ok, so let me suck your dick then. Ok, so let me kiss you. Doesn't say anything. Wonders if Daniel can hear him anyway.

[jekacatrina]

Umm so for the bkdk prompt thing I was wondering if you could do some quirk mishap. Mostly because your fic where Izuku loses his memory is one of my favourites and i want to read something like that, but i can't think of any idea which isn't an extremely overused trope...

Hey, thanks for asking!

Okay, first of all, I'm so happy "You feel like home" is one of your favorites, it's one of mine as well. That fic actually took a while, so I hope this short quirk mishap is to your liking! (Disclaimer: I know OFA wouldn't work this way, but meh, it was fun to write!)

The Wonder Duo finally cornered the villain in an alley.

“Game over, fucker!” Kacchan shouted before exploding his way up.

The woman smirked before raising a hand and activating her quirk.

The purple beam hit Kacchan square on the chest, sending him flying back.

“Kacchan!” Izuku jumped between his partner and the wall, catching without a second thought. 

Light exploded around them the moment they touched. Green and orange beams surrounded them, nearly blinding them. They fell down, with Izuku still cradling him in his arms.

Kacchan shook his head, groaning in pain, while Deku felt his temperature rising.

“The fuck you just did?!”

“I swapped your quirks,” she said, winking. “Good luck catching me now!” And with that she was off, leaping over them and running in the direction of the street.

“Shit!” Kacchan untangled them, studying his hands. “Fucking Hell, nothing!” He punched the floor.

“It’s definitely temporary, OFA wouldn’t allow a permanent switch without my will,” Izuku muttered. “Our quirks are probably not as strong as usual, otherwise she could have seriously hurt you.”

“Oh shut up, don’t compare me, in all my glory, to the weak ass noodle you were when All Might gave you OFA,” Kacchan got up, rolling his shoulders. Then offered a hand to Izuku and hauled him to his feet.

“I think it only mirrors the physical aspects of it,” Izuku fanned his face lightly. Did Kacchan normally walk around packing this much heat? 

“You okay, nerd?” His partner pinched his cheek.

“Yeah, just warm,” Izuku reassured him. “How do you feel?”

“Pissed,” Kacchan grunted. “She thinks she’s such a hot shit, I’ll teach her not to mess with us.” His partner unclasped his grenades, hiding them behind the dumpster. “Are you ready to put all your observation skills to good use, nerd?” Kacchan smirked, the challenge making his eyes shine brighter.

Izuku only needed a second to understand what he meant. He grinned and hastily removed his gloves, storing them for safety in his belt.

“You think you can do better than me?”

“An egg inside a microwave, right, loser?” Kacchan arched an eyebrow and closed his eyes. He breathed in deeply, and Izuku noticed with wonder as the red lines of power crisscrossed his skin. They expanded until they disappeared, leaving an orange shine around his partner. “If I catch her first you’re cleaning the apartment for a month, nerd!” The pavement cracked the moment Kacchan bolted. “I know I’m just as fast as you, so you better keep up!” 

“Hey! That’s not fair!” Izuku protested, running behind him until he worked up a sweat. 

Every moment he had spent drinking the sight of his partner effortlessly propelling his body in the air flashed in the back of his mind. He clenched his palms, focusing the heat in the center and he shot up to the sky with the next step.  He had a different build, more legs than shoulders but nothing he couldn’t manage.

The blasts made his shoulders throb but he didn’t quit his advance. Izuku spotted Kacchan two blocks away; he was jumping over cars and using walls for impulse, easily switching the blast of his explosions in favor of the extra strength in his limbs to move faster and faster. 

God, how good he was at everything was equally amazing and insufferable.

He had been right though, he was just as fast as Izuku. 

With a big explosion, he passed Kacchan, searching for the villain scurrying in front of them. She kept looking back with the widest eyes Izuku had ever seen.

Served her right for underestimating them.

“I knew my quirk was better than yours!” Kacchan shouted under him.

“Maybe I’m just a better wielder in general!” Izuku teased, looking down with a grin.

“You little shit!” Kacchan raised the percentage, gaining ground and finally tackling the villain.

“You’re insane!” she wiggled out of his grip, crawling away when Izuku did a somersault, falling right in front of her and raising a hand. The sparks dancing in his palm were enough to freeze her.

Kacchan marched to her, his skin sizzling with the energy OFA coursing through his veins.

“Are you kidding me?! It’s a whole different quirk!” She cried out, staring first at Izuku then at Kacchan with horror.

They shared a look over her. It was an universal truth by this point, after being together their whole lives, that sometimes they knew the other better than they knew themselves.

Strengths, and weaknesses, and everything in between.

Izuku wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Well, that damn nerd stole half of my moves, so better luck next time!” Kacchan twisted her arms behind her back, clasping her hands in handcuffs.

“I didn’t steal them,” Izuku defended himself. “You inspire me, it’s different.”

Kacchan snorted.

“You’re such a kiss-ass,” he said fondly.

His partner propped the woman against a parked car while they waited for the police to arrive. Then he crowded Izuku against a bus, hiding them from view. 

“Care to find out if I can give you back OFA?” Kacchan whispered in the small space between them. His red eyes were smoldering and Izuku felt his breath catch in his throat. He leaned closer, eyes half lidded. 

Their lips almost touched before he got a mouthful of hair.

“Kacchan!” Izuku squealed, laughing despite his annoyance.

“What? You can pick the strand if you want,” he replied, rubbing the blond locks all over his face.

“You’re the worst,” Izuku cupped his face, pushing his head back until Kacchan faced him.

“Nah, I’m the fucking best.”

He was, so Izuku kissed him.

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Don't you guys love how much they understand the other?

[tw-inkl-e-tit-s]

The Sleepover | W.B

|Masterlist

Paring: Gay!Bestfriend!Will Byers x Bestfriend!GN!Reader Platonic besties with a capital P

Warnings: A little angst at the beginning(?)⋆ Painting nails⋆ food⋆ light cussing⋆ Tooth rotting bestie fluff⋆ Mike Wheeler⋆

summary: after Will came out to Mike he also confessed his feelings toward him. Mike felt the same but was scared everyone else would think badly of him. telling Will he accepted him but didn't feel the same led Will to a phone call full of tears and sobs as his Bestfriend Y/N tried to comfort him as much as she could since he was all the way in California. they had planned a sleepover since Will was coming back and Y/N tries to help Will forget about Mike.

It was Friday night and you were running around your house trying to get everything ready for the night ahead, grabbing the popcorn out of the cabinet and putting it in the microwave and getting the drinks out and a bunch of candy, setting stacks of movies out on the coffee table and running to the closet in your long hallway that held extra blankets and pillows, grabbing every single blanket and pillow in there you ran back to the living room, setting them on the couch you heard the doorbell ring and jumped in excitement and rushing to the door almost tripping on the way there, you took a deep breath before opening the door, hoping to see your best bestie ever. it was no one other than shit face mike. the last person you wanted to see right now.

"What do you want, Michael?" It came out a little harsher than I wanted it to, he looked awful he had tear-stained cheeks and his hair was all over the place and he looked like he hadn't slept in months, I really don't know what Will saw in him but whatever makes my bestie happy right. he sniffled a little before finally looking at me. "Is Will here?" he asked looking behind me. Fucking wow he really has the nerve, huh? "No, he's not, you just need to give him space Mike... Give him a break he's been through way too much." I spoke softly this time, he nodded before turning around to walk away back to his bike. Part of me really wanted to give him a hug and be there for him but another part of me really wanted to beat his ass for being, well, an ass. "Mike!" I yelled before he could ride away. "Yeah" he turned around. what was I even doing, what was I even going to say to him? "Be careful, and um, I love you dude no matter how much of an ass you can be sometimes." he laughed shaking his head, black messy hair shaking everywhere. this was the first time I saw him smile or even laugh since everything happened with Will. "Goodnight Y/N, I love you too." I smiled and nodded at him watching him bike off into the night. closing my door and sighing I made my way to my room, I grabbed some board games and some Magazines, and before I walked out of my room I caught a glance at my collection of Nail polishes. every time Will came over he would stare at them and pick them up to analyze them, but never let me paint his nails, I guess he was still nervous about being fresh out of the closet and didn't wanna make me uncomfortable, but to be honest, I loved him either way, and I would love to paint his nails and teach him how, if he would let me. I grabbed the whole container of the polishes and made my way to the living room, setting them down on the floor carefully trying not to drop the items.

I finished setting the bowl of fresh popcorn on the coffee table and stepped back to look at my work. Nodding my head in approvement I heard my front door open soon reviling my Bestfriend Will running up to me and giving me a bone-crushing hug. we stayed like that for a while. just hugging each other and glad to finally have some us time. slowly pulling away I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. "Sorry, I'm just so excited to finally have some friend time," he said grabbing my hand and walking over to the stack of movies. he seemed much happier right now and that makes me happy.

"What movie do you want to watch?" he asked looking through all the cases, "It's your turn to pick," I said, he looked at me surprised and I raised my brow at him. "What-" "That was like eight years ago... how do you remember that!" he asked with a shocked expression. I shrugged my shoulders. The truth is I never forgot the last time Will and I saw each other eight years ago, the day before he went to Mike's house for the campaign we had a movie marathon and that's when he told me about his crush on Mike. Of course, I supported him, he's my best friend for fuck sake. then I got a call from Joyce saying that WIll was missing and asked if he was at my house since he was here all the time. I told her he wasn't and that's how everything began. then he had to leave to move to California and it broke my heart to watch him leave, I wish he could have stayed but he had to go. but now I got him back. "I never forgot about our awesome movie nights, and also I haven't watched movies in so long since then, and when I got my movie player out tonight Leprechaun was in there and I'm way too scared to watch that alone and I know that's your favorite horror movie," I Rambelled widening my eyes in exaggeration. a wicked grin took over his face and I already knew what he was thinking. "No-" I tried to say before he so graciously cut me off by jumping and running over to the movie player and pressing play. "We are watching Leprechaun!" I let out a defeated sigh and took my place on the couch. he came and sat beside me and we huddled together and watched the movie, at the scary parts I would jump and he would tease me.

After the movie ended we played some board games, read some magazines and gossiped, and took some polaroid pictures. my favorite one was of Will on top of my counters doing the rock symbols with metallic sunglasses on. I really did miss him and I can't wait for more nights like this with my best friend.

[sunmoonandsandsoundtracks]

let it snow

uchiha #2 is here! and this is the seventh story i've written for a character i've never done before. that's a whole week's worth, and nearly consecutively. i feel like a boss ass bitch.

i really love this one. it's probably not my best, but it was as fun to write as it's a marshmallow world. i hope i did okay.

disclaimer: the plot, and the two unnamed characters only are mine to own, so if you feel inclined to sue, fuck off and leave me alone.

song- i have eight different versions of this song on my christmas playlist. i'm a song hoarder if there ever was one. all of my playlists except ones designated for fanfic have at least one song with multiple covers.

word count: 1119- i don't even bother trying anymore. it is what it is.

enjoy!

Heavy snow tended to be hated or celebrated, with little grey area in between those reactions. You were of the former view. Especially when your boyfriend started laughing as soon as he opened the door to see you looking like you got in a fight with Jack Frost and lost.

“Will you let me in already?” You grouched through chattering teeth. “I’m freezing!”

Itachi stepped aside, granting you entrance, then helped you remove your coat. You brushed off and dried off any wet spots where flakes had clung and melted on your skin that was still barely warmer than snow. Then you ran a hand through your hair to get any stragglers.

“You’re lucky I love you, or I would have made you come to me,” you said.

“No you wouldn’t. I’m the one with a fireplace,” he chuckled. “That’s what you love.”

“Okay, you got me,” you snickered. “I’ve got the popcorn. Did you get the movies?”

“Yes. There’s this wonderful thing called a streaming service, so I didn’t even need to leave the house.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling. “Do I have to fish out your air popper, or did you do that for me?”

“I’m not a monster. It’s on the counter.”

“Great. Last question. Is Sasuke here, or do we not have to worry about him being a punk if he catches us so much as hugging?”

“He’s at Naruto’s, watching Die Hard with him and the girls.”

“Great. I hope they make him watch at least one cheesy, badly written, cliché Christmas movie.”

“You realize cliché encompasses the other two?”

“Not necessarily! Something can be well-written and cheese-free, but still be cliché,” you argued, going to the kitchen. “They just coincide more often than not.”

You were glad to find the appliance ready to go. You turned it on and got a measurement scoop to add the kernels you brought, humming happily as you thought about the treat you were preparing, and the day you had planned. As soon as you heard you were in for a snow storm on your joint day off, the two of you agreed to jump on the chance to have a real snow day. Inside. Hot chocolate, popcorn, a fire, and at least a day’s worth of your favorite movies that you hadn’t watched in the longest time… Okay, some of them you had watched the prior week.

Your stomach grumbled as the smell started to get to you, so you kept moving by getting out a giant bowl, butter that you melted in the microwave, cinnamon, and sugar. When that was done, you got the hot chocolate going. They finished around the same time, so you topped the drinks with a mountain of whipped cream each, took them to the living room and then doubled back for your popcorn, as well as pretzels and M&Ms. There was even a frozen pizza for when you needed more. To say you were prepared was an understatement. “All right, let’s do this!” You cheered, joining him on the couch, setting the goodies down on the coffee table.

He started the movie and draped a heavy blanket over the two of you while you cuddled up to him. It was paradise.

You really didn’t intend to fall asleep. It astounded you when you found yourself waking to the end credits of the second movie you swore you just started. The warmth and a stomach full of snacks was more sedating than any cold medicine you’d ever taken.

“Welcome back,” Itachi greeted you.

“You let me sleep through the whole movie?” You whined. “Not nice!”

He chuckled. “Do you want me to restart it?”

“Did you sleep through it too?”

“No, but it was your choice. It’s not fair to make you miss it.”

“We can watch it later. I don’t want to make you go through it twice,” you offered. “Then you don’t have to watch it twice, back to back.”

“It would be worth it, just to watch the cute faces you make when you sleep. Your nose twitches a lot for some reason.”

You felt your face heat to that of hot chocolate temperature and you gently elbowed him. “Itachi!”

He just laughed.

“You’re so mean! Just for that, we are watching it again right now!”

He didn’t complain at all as he restarted the movie. You leaned back against him, turning to put your back to his chest. He adjusted to fit you between his legs. You both leaned back against the arm of the sofa so your head ended up against his chest. It was even more comfortable than before, and you were afraid you’d fall asleep again. “Hey, if I fall asleep, wake me up this time around, or we’ll be watching this movie all through the night.”

“I’m okay with that.”

You looked up at him with a small smile. “You’re cute.” “Really? Even though my nose doesn’t-” “Damn you!” You laughed and twisted your body so you could pin him down.

He just smirked up at you. “I seem to be in a predicament.”

“I’d say so.”

In sync, you lowered your lips to his as he tilted his chin up slightly to meet them. Your hands went straight to his hair out of habit, tugging gently at his roots and drawing out a groan. His went to your waist, quickly slipping under the hem of your sweater, which was suddenly stifling and suffocating. You broke away to remove it, then got right back to business. He felt up under your top, and just as his thumbs had brushed over the sides of your breasts, the front door opened.

“Seriously?” Sasuke groaned in complaint as the two of you sat up, not feeling guilty one bit.

“Told you we should have called first,” Sakura said.

“They shouldn’t be doing that in the public rooms!”

The other girl with them, a short haired brunette, shook her head and crossed her arms. “Sasuke, just because you aren’t getting any doesn’t mean you can punish everyone else.”

He grumbled under his breath. “I can get some whenever I want.” “Yes, you can, so give everyone else a break already and make a damn call, because your left hand clearly isn’t cutting it.”

“Okay,” Itachi chuckled, trying to spare his little brother further embarrassment. “What are you all doing here?” “My whole block is out of power,” Naruto said, still trying not to laugh at his best friend’s expense.

“Fun. So it’s a party,” you stated, getting up. “Who wants hot chocolate?”

Even with the four new additions you couldn’t say you’d rather be anywhere else.

…and Itachi kept you warm all night. Let it snow, indeed.

[phoebe-lou]

A Forgotten Birthday

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Pairing: Number Five x reader

Summary: After saving the world from the apocalypse, Five struggles with living a simple life causing a strain on his relationship.

Word Count: 2009

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5...4...3...2..1! Happy Birthday to me.

Sunlight shone throughout my room, and a gentle breeze drifted through the open windows. Looking over at the clock which now read 6.00am, I allowed a smile to grace over my lips. I had been restless all night and had been sat up worrying about Five like usual. I hoped today would be different, giving both of us one day to take a break from his obsessive apocalyptic nature.

Rolling over on my side, I was shocked to find the other side of the bed empty and Five's early morning 'signature' coffee missing. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I peeled back the duvet and groggily trudged over to the bathroom. After gently splashing some cold water over my face and brushing my teeth, I tossed my crazy-ass hair into a messy bun like a boss, and began the trek to the kitchen.

Expecting to be greeted with breakfast and a fresh cup of coffee, I found non other than a half-naked Klaus passed out on the table, and Five no where in sight. For fucks sake. I rolled my eyes and began making Klaus some breakfast as he'll need some hangover food to soak up all the alcohol. I decided to just throw in some toast and pour a glass of orange juice, as Klaus began waking up and mumbling something about his ass and chocolate pudding?

"Morning sunshine." I said with an amused smile on my face, whilst Klaus began to groan and pulled himself up into a sitting position.

"What rude bitch opened the blinds this morning?" He said after accepting a glass of orange juice I handed him.

"That would have been you, and your amazing Picasso skills last night I'm guessing."

Klaus looked up at the blinds to see that someone had cut them up to make some clothes, since there was underwear shaped holes missing.

"I was wondering what I was wearing, it's definitely not yours or Allison's."

"I think the yellow 'blind' underwear, really complements your eyes." I laughed winking at him, as I took the toast out and began buttering it.

"Danke."

"So what year is it again?" Klaus mumbled as he began munching on the toast I put in front of him.

"You mean the date Klaus?."

"Yeah that."

"It's __________ (insert birthday🥳)."

"Holy shit!" Klaus shot up, knocking his chair over and throwing the toast to the ground. Then sassily marched over to me, where he pulled me into a giant bone crushing hug. Jesus how does he wake up so fast?

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU SEXY MIDGET."

"I'M ONLY 4"10, FIGHT ME BITCH."

"ALSO BEN SAYS HAPPY BIRTHDAY."

"TELL HIM I LOVE HIM."

*Meanwhile Ben just rolls his eyes*

"There is way too much Klaus and Y/N in here, this early in the morning." Diego huffed as he began filling up the kettle, not even bothering to comment on Klaus's attire.

"Good morning to you too Antonio Banderas." Klaus laughed and high-fived me.

"Besides it's only 7.00am." I smiled.

"Whatever."

"Oooo whose got your panties in a twist?."

"Anyway, Happy Birthday Y/N." Diego huffed.

"Awww you remembered, I knew you loved me really." I said forcing Diego into a hug which he eventually gave into. Suddenly another pair of arms wrapped around us. Diego became alarmed and shouted "What is wrong with you?!"

Klaus innocently smiled "I just wanted to be part of the moment."

"What's wrong with who?" Trust monkey boy to enter at this moment.

"I'll take this as my leave." Diego shrugged Klaus's arms off him, then subtly tilted his head at me, towards a card he placed by the microwave. Before marching off, after I gave him a beaming smile and a wave.

"Happy Birthday kid."

"Thanks Luther but you know I'm 28 years older than you."

"And your even more immature than Klaus, and trust me that's saying something."

"Rude. Hey don't agree with him Ben, you're supposed to be on my side." Klaus began to have a one-sided argument with 'Ben.' While I took this as a chance to slip out the kitchen and get ready.

*2 hours later*

Yes I'm high maintenance, and looking this gorgeous takes a while.

I finally finished my outfit my adding my new moon necklace, which was a birthday present from Luther (that was probably picked by Allison).

I sprayed some perfume and let my h/c  hair fall down. Mission was ago. Find Five. Get drunk. Party. Have an awesome birthday. Go back a few steps and whoop Five's ass for no breakfast in bed. Perfect.

I looked through the entire house, where there was no trace of him so decided to head over to Griddy's Doughnuts. As I opened the front door, I walked into Allison and Vanya who immediately wished me a Happy Birthday and began planning a girls night out. Just what I need after putting up with all this shit, Five keeps throwing at me.

*Flashback* - Warning Mild Smut ⚠️

I was lounging across Five's bed pretending to read this boring romance novel, whilst Five was consistently writing long, complicated equations all over his wall. I wasn't expecting this is what he meant when he invited me over to spend sometime together. My patience was wearing thin, as I tried to tell myself that he was just not used to having a life outside of the apocalypse. But I went through it with him, so if I can learn to adapt, he should to.

Sneakily looking over at him, I came up with a plan to draw his attention away. Gently placing the book on the bed, I slowly walked towards him and placed my arms around his neck. It was no shocker that he immediately tensed up and his brows began to frown deeper.

"What do you want Y/N?"

"Not much." I whispered in his ear, as I ghosted my lips over his neck. "Just a little bit of attention."

Five sighed and tried to focus on the equation he was working on, which had now proven difficult as I began to pepper kisses along his jaw.

"Come on, enough."

I ignored him and began to drag my soft kisses down his neck, sucking a little harder until I found his sweet spot. Got you.

"Y/N...." He drifted off, as the pen dropped from his hands.

"Hmm?" I smirked and began grasping at his dark hair.

He finally turned around and smashed our lips together sloppily, as our tongues began fighting for dominance. He obviously won. His hands began to gently slide up the bottom of my top, just resting above my hips as he began to draw circles on my skin. Suddenly blue sparks surrounded us as I found ourselves teleported onto his desk.

He shoved all of his work out the way and began making out with me again. I gradually lifted my arms up, as he began to pull my top off...

"Y/N?"

"Y/N?"

"Y/N?!!"

My eyes fluttered dreamily as I looked over at Five who was frowning at me.

"For gods sake, did you fall asleep?! I wanted some help with these equations as you're the only non-idiotic person I know. Ugh forget it, of course it doesn't matter if there's another apocalypse." He whined sarcastically, and turned back around, continuing his work.

Five's writing came to a stop and as I launched my book at the walk near his head.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" He shouted, finally exploding with frustration.

"You're an ass." I mumbled. He rolled his eyes and teleported away, probably before he did or said something he'd regret.

I preferred dream Five.

*Flashback over*

Arriving at Griddy's, I locked the car and walked over to the entrance and went inside. Surprise, surprise my 'affectionate' boyfriend was sat with a mug of coffee writing equations on napkins.

"Well, well, well good afternoon handsome." Five looked up irritated and forced a smile.

"What is it?" Was he joking?

"I thought we were going to spend the day together, you said you had something planned last week."

"We'll have to reschedule or something."

"Hahaha very funny grumpy-ass." He didn't look very amused, as he sighed and took a long sip of coffee.

"Can we talk later, I'm kind of in the middle of something?"

Alarms were going off. He had forgotten. Maybe he needed a little more convincing and a few hints.

"Well today is kind of a special day." He looked blankly at me before he gave me a genuine smile.

"Is it national coffee day? Thanks for reminding me gorgeous." He smirked and winked. Was he for fucking real?

"Maybe you should get some cake with that coffee."

"The sweetness ruins the bitter taste I like." You bitter old bugger.

"Isn't there something you're forgetting Five? Some sort of special day, for a special girl."

"Shit. You're right. Meet me at the house in 20 mins." With that he teleported away. Well my work here is done. I'm expecting a decent last minute party though.

After wasting 30 mins shopping, I decided to head back and see what Five had done. As I entered the house it was really quiet, until I reached the living room....

Where Five sat lounging on a sofa drinking margaritas with Dolores.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!!"

"Well when you say about a special day for a special lady, I remembered-d that it's been some years years since we found the lovely-y Dolores." He smirked cheekily at me and offered me a glass.

"Are you drunk?"

"No...."

"......."

"Maybe..."

"......"

"Yes..."

Just at the wrong time everyone came rushing in with party poppers, and balloons shouting 'SURPRISE.' I looked down to the floor with angry tears burning down my cheeks, I couldn't believe him. Everyone could sense the tension in the room, except for Five who still looked completely clueless.

"What's goin-n on? He slurred.

"Check the calendar..." I whispered.

I couldn't stand everyone looking at me with such pity so I went straight to our room, crying myself to sleep early.

*A few hours later*

I woke up to knocking at the door.

"Go away."

Hearing the familiar sound of Five's special jump I buried my face into my pillow.

"Can we talk...?"

"...."

"Please... Y/N."

"...."

"Can we just..."

"WHAT?!" I hissed, ripping the duvet off me to glare at him.

He straight away noticed my red, blotchy face, and long tear lines causing my mascara to run down my face.

"I'm sorry..." With that Five burst into tears. I'd only ever seem him cry twice so I wasn't sure what to do.

"I'm sorry-y... I've j-just been trying-g to be ready f-for something bad to happen-n again, as I know the c-commission wants order-r. We've both been-n to hell and b-back, and I can't imagine-e loosing you. I j-just wanted to keep-p you safe, but I've b-been so wrapped up in d-doing all these possible equations-s, that I've p-pushed you away.... Then I've been-n so preoccupied that I forgot-t your b-birthday..."

"Oh Five." I wrapped my arms around him as he began to sob into my chest. I whispered soothing words as I gently rubbed his back.

"You'll never loose me, and I'm not upset about my birthday that much. I honestly just miss spending time with you, and can't believe you prioritised coffee and a manikin over me you ass!" At this Five chuckled and began to calm down.

"You know I don't say it enough... but I love you Y/N."

"I love you too Five."

"Did you want to have that amazing party you've been telling me about?"

"Actually can we just spend the rest of today cuddling and watch a move?"

"Anything you want love."

"You were totally jealous of Dolores."

"Shut up Five."

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Hope you enjoyed it, let me know what you think 💖☂️

[sick-in-luv]

Yandere!Alien (Atlas) Pt1

A/n:Got this idea and just had to write it👽

Warnings⚠️: gore?

'So this is what they meant when they said humans are made of stars' Altas thought,scoffing as his hands dug deeper into the open chest cavity of the man laying in front of him. The smell of iron was heavy in the air as blood pooled around them,staining the overalls Atlas had taken from him

"ꉓꂦꎭꍟ ꂦꈤ! ꀤ ꀭꀎꌗ꓄ ꈤꍟꍟꀸ ꌩꂦꀎꋪ...ꍏꃅ ꃅꍏ!" The man was still alive,his quick breaths coming out gargled as blood gathered in his mouth. Atlas moved his hand up into the man's throat, his fingers wrapping around his larynx.

He pressed his pointed nail into the soft tissue,a glowing green liquid flowing into the mans veins,spreading across his face and neck. Atlas sighed as he watched the man squirm,his strength slowly fading.

"ᖘ꒒ꍟꍏꌗꍟ ꌗ꓄ꂦᖘ ꎭꂦᐯꀤꈤꁅ ꃅꀎꎭꍏꈤ. ꀤ ꂦꈤ꒒ꌩ ꈤꍟꍟꀸ ꓄ꂦ ꓄ꍏꀘꍟ ꀤꈤ ꌩꂦꀎꋪ ꒒ꍏꈤꁅꀎꍏꁅꍟ ꍏꈤꀸ ꌗᖘꍟꍏꀘꀤꈤꁅ ᖘꍏ꓄ꍟꋪꈤꌗ. ꅏꂦꈤ'꓄ ꌃꍟ ꒒ꂦꈤꁅ." True to his word,Atlas moved his hand out of the man only a few seconds later,a satisfied smile on his face.

"There! Ain't that much better?" He said gleefully,testing out his new voice,the slight southern drawl making him pause. "Weird,not what i expected it would sound like after i heard you scream."

Atlas shook his head " well I guess it doesn't matter. Now,lets close you up shall we?" He smiled,moving to stand up and walk back to his landing area to find the tool he needed.

He froze however when he heard a click,followed by something cold and hard pressing against the back of his head.

"M-make one move and I'll blow y-yer goddam brains out!" Atlas sighed and stood up,hearing the person behind him gasp and stumble backwards, falling over and dropping his gun in the process.

Atlas turned around and looked down at the terrified man,blinking in surprise as he saw the striking resemblance between him and the other man who was barely clinging to life behind him.

"D-demon" Atlas heard the man mumble as he picked up his shotgun,pointing it at the 7ft tall blood coved figure in front of him. "Y-you killed my brother"

Atlas frowned,trying to find the right words to tell the man that his brother wasn't dead. He moved forward only to stop when he heard a loud bang,followed by a seering pain in his side as the man pulled the trigger.

👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽

You always loved coming to visit your uncle. His small cabin in the woods was so peaceful,a huge change from the city life that you were used to.

There was nothing but farmlands and forests for miles, so apart from the occasional sound of an animal,it was quiet.

You were alone in the cabin. Your uncle left earlier to go to work,leaving you to do what you wanted until he came back.

Of course, there wasn't much to do,so you opted for sitting in front of the old box tv in the livingroom,eating microwave pizza and trying to solve crossword puzzles

It wasn't much,but it kept you entertained. The TV was only on for backround noise,but occasionally something interesting caught your eye,like when the news broadcaster started talking about a foreign object entering orbit.

It didn't hold your attention for long though,because soon after she said that the signal cut out,leaving nothing but static on the tv. You sighed but didn't bother to try and fix it, only shrugging before going back to your puzzle.

About half an hour and 3 puzzles later you decided to go to bed,seeing as your primary source of entertainment was down and you already finished the last slice of pizza.

After a short shower,you threw on a oversized t shirt and went to brush your teeth,moving sluggishly through your suitcase to find your toothbrush.

After finally finding it along with your mouthwash and hairbrush,you moved back to the bathroom. You desperately tried to keep your eyes open as you moved the toothbrush through your mouth,nearly falling asleep at the sink before a loud bang sounded out outside.

You let out a short scream,your toothbrush slipping through your fingers as you jumped. You scrambled to try and catch it only to loose your footing and fall over backwards,hitting your head on the side of the tub.

You sat there for a second,toes curling in pain as your hands shot up to where your head was throbbing.

The pain subsided after a few seconds,and you cursed your neighbors for thinking it was okay to start shooting at this hour of the night,slowly standing up and making your way back to your room.

"Stupid Clive and his stupid guns. It's 2 am for god sakes. I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind when i see him again that no good little-" you stopped abruptly as you heard something shuffling outside.

"Whaaaatt the fuck" you whispered to yourself,slowly moving towards the front of the cabin to peek out the window. You grabbed a phone on the way,getting ready to call your uncle if it was something serious.

Pulling back the plaid curtain,you scanned the dimly lit porch,holding your breath in anticipation.

Once you were certain that there was nothing there,you let out a relieved sigh,moving to close the curtain and finally go to bed,when a very large blood covered hand slammed against the window.

You let out a scream,your knees going weak, once again sending you towards the ground. You grabbed the phone,filled with adrenaline as you started dialing your uncles number until-

"H-help. Puh-please! I-I need help" you paused putting the phone down and listening. You heard a pained groan followed by a weird chittering noise.

You slowly got onto your knees,peeking out the window,passed the bloody handprint,to see a person laying on the wooden porch,covered in blood.

"Oh shit!" You ran towards the door,not even hesitating as you threw it open,rushing towards the person.

"Oh shit oh fuck a-are you okay? Oh damnit! come on lets get you inside." The man groaned and sat up slowly,and you had to keep yourself from gasping at not only his height,but also the mess of unnaturall, almost glowing neon green hair on his head,almost completely covering his eyes.

"Holy shit." You heard the man let out a pained chuckle "wow your teaching me all sorts of new words"

You raised your eyebrow,wanting to ask him what he meant when he let out another groan. "Ah,lets get you to the bathroom yeah? We got a first aid kit in there i think." You quickly stood up,throwing his large arm over your shoulders and trying to help him up. He must've noticed your struggle, because he let out another chuckle and supported more of his own weight, only occasionally leaning on you as you led him to the bathroom.

It was only when you saw him under the florescent light when you noticed that his skin had a strange greenish hue to it,and he was wearing clothes that didn't really seem to fit him properly. You paid no mind to it as you helped him sit down on the toilet,frantically scrambling to find the first aid kit.

"What happened to you? You look like you were run over." You cringed at yourself. You really didnt mean to sound so blunt but you were still filled with adrenaline from the big ass scare he gave you.

"A silly human shot me with his primative weapon. Unfortunately i couldn't reach my ship in time to grab any of my healing supplies or any proper covering so i opted for finding the nearest form of civilization."

You paused at his words,slowly turning to look at him,first aid kit clutched in your shaking hands. You looked up at his tall form sitting calmly with his hand pressed against the wound in his side,his jet black eyes looking straight into yours.

Wait a minute

Black eyes.

"H-human? Ship? What the fuck are you on about my guy?" He smiled sweetly,showing off his razor sharp teeth. Al three rows of them.

Your eyes widened as you slowly backed away,causing his smile to fade. "Oh! Oh nono no human don't look so afraid! Im not here to hurt anyone! And I'm certainly not going to hurt you after you let me into your home"

You shook you head and stood still,not letting your gaurd down just yet. "How do i know your telling the truth? What are you?"

He made a little chittering noise,moving a bit of neon green hair out of his eyes. "Ah yes. I forgot your species hasn't had any public outside contact yet. My name is Atlas. I am what your kind know as an 'extra terrestrial' or an 'alien' or whatever" he stood up,slowly moving towards you.

He stopped just inches away and bent down to look you in the eye,his own black orbs glistening in the light. "As for the whole truth thing,well I really don't have any reason to lie to you pet."

He placed his large hand over the first aid kit,gently pulling it from your grip and moving closer towards your face,his nose brushing yours. You felt heat rise to your cheeks as he sighed softly.

"Your a good little human right? So i really have no desire to hurt you." He suddenly stood up straight, making you squeal softly. "But i do really need you to help me repair my injuries."

You let out a breath that you didn't know you were holding,before looking up at Atlas,who was struggling to open the box,turning it over in his hands multiple times.

After taking a few more deep breaths,trying to process everything,you giggled softly making him stop and look at you.

"What are you doing?" Atlas huffed and felt around the box again. "Where is the scanning device?? How do you open this stupid thing??" Your giggles turned into full blown laughter as you took the box from him,pressing the small latch and opening the box.

He looked at you in awe for a second before crossing his arms. "Primitive human devices" you snorted as you laughed harder ,bringing your hand up to your mouth to try and stop the noises.

Atlas gave you a deadpan look scoffing and sitting back down on the toilet. Once you calmed yourself down enough,you moved over to him. "Wow i can't belive i was terrified of you a second ago" you smiled pulling down the straps of his overalls.

He scoffed again and bared his teeth. "Oh you should be terrified now little human. Lauging at my struggles. How dare you" you laughed again,before lifting his shirt amd kneeling between his legs to be eyelevel with his wound. "My name is (Y/n) by the way. Not "little human" you stared in slight surprise at the odd dark blueish color of his blood before grabbing a rag from the box and covering it in rubbing alcohol.

Atlas made a noise as you pressed the alcohol covered rag onto his wound,leaning back to grant you more access.

He hummed as you continued to clean the wound,a small smile on his face. "I'll call you whatever i want little human" you looked up at him,confused at his happy tone.

"Doesn't this hurt? Why do you look so happy?" Atlas chittered again and looked down at you "I like the burning."

You blushed a bit and opened your mouth to say something before a loud knock came from the front door.

"Damnit what now?" You stood up slowly,throwing the rag in the sink. "Just be quiet,they'll think no ones home." You grabbed a bandage from the box and went to bend down again and finish fixing his wound before a familiar voice stated yelling at the door as the banging continued.

"(Y/n)! You in there? It's Clive! Ya gotta get out here i think that thing made its way into your house!" You raised your eyebrow and looked back at Atlas.

"Thats the human who shot me. He must've followed my blood the cretin." You sighed and put down the bandage "I'll be right back okay? Just lemme go take care of this."

You only got so far as the bathroom door before you felt arms wrap around you,pulling you back. "No! Your MY human. I wont allow that disgusting cretin anywhere near you."

You looked up at Atlas,who had his teeth bared. He was starting intensely in the direction of the front door,where the banging now turned frantic,along with the voices.

"Atlas just let me get him to leave. I won't be long i promise."

He looked down at you,his eyes gleaming dangerously. You squimed a bit,feeling his grip falter as you pulled out of his arms. "I-ill be right back okay?"

You pushed him back into the bathroom,closing the door behind you and making your way over to the front of the house.

"I'm coming Clive calm down." You sighed as you opened the door,putting on your best 'just woke up' look. "What do you want? Its really late."

Clive looked panicked. His flannel shirt was covered in a mix of dark blue and crimson and he had a shotgun in his hand.

"(,Y/n)! Thank God your okay! I was bouta break down the door cause i thought somethin' happened to ya. Theres somethin'out here. A demon or somethin'. It killed Marcus. It killed my brother" you stared at Clive as he sobbed,not sure what to do.

He couldn't be talking about Atlas right? He said it himself,he didn't come here to kill humans. You looked back at the bathroom and saw Atlas standing there,a feral look on his face. "Fuck" you whispered moving outside and closing the front door.

Clive calmed down and looked at you confused. "S-sorry Clive. I haven't seen anything. But if you want I'll call the cops for you okay? Or the ranger?" Clive ignored your frantic words and tried to move passed you to the door

"Are ya hidin' it in there? You are arent ya? Let me in there (Y/n). I'm going to kill that fucking thing!" You moved in front of him

Trying desperately to stop him from going in.

"Wait Clive you can't just-" you squeaked as he grabbed your arms trying,throwing you to the side and opening the door,his gun ready.

He moved into the house and you scrambled to get up and stop him,only to be pulled back down,a hand covering your mouth.

You looked behind you and saw Atlas glaring at the door,his sharp teeth bared. He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder,you groaned a bit as his shoulder knocked the wind out of you,and Clives frantic footsteps could be heard rushing back towards the porch.

Before he made it out the door,Atlas had already started running across the open field in front of the house.

You heard Clive yell something before running out after you,but at this point it wasnt likely for him to catch up.

"A-Atlas where are we going?" He let out a grunt and stoped,putting you down but not letting go of your arm. "We're going to my ship. That stupid human ruined everything. And he has the gull to blame me for his brothers death? Honestly."

You stumbled after him,desperately trying to keep up. ""S-so you didn't kill his brother?" Atlas scoffed. "Of course not. That idiot just got on the way before i could

Heal him."

You raised your eyebrow as he finally came to a stop,letting go of your arm and dashing towards the green and blue pod that stood on a scorched plot of grass. "What do you mean heal..."

Your question died in your throat as your eyes landed on what you recognized to be Clive's younger brother Markus,laying on the blood stained grass with a blank look in his glassy eyes. His chest was ripped wide open,displaying all of his organs.

"He got in the way of my ship before i could grab the device i needed to heal him. I never meant for him to-" Atlas looked up from his pod,having already found what he was looking for to heal his wound,only to see you backing away,tears slowly dripping down your face.

"Hey. Whats the matter? Huma-" Atlas was cut off when you turned around and started running back towards your cabin. He let out a low growl before sprinting after you,catching up in a matter of seconds and grabbing your arm.

You struggled as he turned you around,trying to get you to stop squirming. "Listen! I didn't kill him!" You struggled more as you heard Clive's voice in the distance,screaming for you.

Atlas growled again and pushed you to the ground,pinning your arms to your sides. "I didn't kill the human,but if you don't stop struggling right now I AM going to kill that one."

You instantly stopped,looking up at him with tearly eyes. "Wonderfull" Atlas said,picking you up once again and carrying you towatds his ship as Clive came into veiw.

"I didn't lie to you human." He started,gently placing your shivering form in his ship. "I didn't come to this dirt planet to harm any humans." He got in next to you and you could only watch as the ship fired up,flashing bright blues and greens before slowly starting to hover,just as Clive showed up.

"I came here to find a pet."

[desiraypark]

I'm always in the mood for smut! How about my favourite kinky boy Phillip Altman and some toys? I really think he would be into that! 😈 Lov you hon!

“So ladies and gentlemen, if you haven’t gotten your bread and your batteries and all of that stuff, I highly recommend grabbing it now! Snowfall is going to pick up at about midnight and it won’t stop until the wee hours of the morning, and it will stick!” You clicked the ‘Netflix’ button on your remote. “You want kettle corn or regular butter?” you asked got a glance at Phillip. He looked super cute--sitting on your floor in his plaid pajamas, horribly wrapping a gift for his nephew. He’d applied the final piece of tape. “Regular,” he said. Suddenly, he jumped up. “Christ, I’ve gotta take a piss!”  “Why were you holding it?!” you asked, walking into the kitchen and shaking your head. “I wanted to concentrate on that fucking gift,” he said. You grabbed a bag of popcorn from your pantry and heard your bathroom door close. You tossed the popcorn in the microwave and search your pantry for more snacks. Then, you heard a faint, “Holy fucking shit!” “Phillip?! What did you do?” you called, walking to the frame of your kitchen’s entry.  “Nothing...” he said. You could hear the mischief in his voice. You went back into your pantry and grabbed a box of Ritz crackers and some Swiss Rolls. You could’ve beat yourself over the head for not buying more junk food. You carried the boxes to the living room, anyway, and put them on the coffee table. As you flipped through the Netflix options, your toilet flushed and the sink ran for a bit, then it turned off. You really wanted to know what got Phillip riled up. Finally, your bathroom door opened.

“You know how to take this thing?” he asked. You turned around and he was twirling your purple suction cup dildo by its tip. The adrenaline rushed through your body as you flew over to him and tried to yank it away. Phillip held it in the air and laughed. Pop! Pop! Pop-pop! Pop! went the popcorn. “Stop, Phillip!” you whined. “This shit is fucking huge!” he said with a dropped jaw. You squeezed his nipple, and when his arms fell, you yanked the toy out of his hand, speed-walked to your bedroom and tossed it onto your bed. You stomped back into the living room with folded arms and a pout. “I hate you,” you said, flopping down on the sofa. You grabbed your blanket and through it over your head. “And I wanna get down on one knee and propose to you right fucking now,” he said, sitting down beside you. “You know how to take something that big?” You pulled the blanket from your face and blushed. “I do my best.” Lust filled his dark eyes and he ran his hand over the blanket, searching for your thigh. “I’d love to see you do your best...” Your jaw dropped. “What?!” “I want to watch you take it...” he whispered lustfully.  Beep...beep...beeeeep! went the microwave. ******************** You and Phillip managed to skip the “Netflix” part of “Netflix and Chill”. Before you knew it, he was on your bed, watching you dig through your drawer. You grabbed a box of toy cleansing wipes and tossed it to him. “Clean Hammer up for me, will you?” “You named it Hammer?” he asked. “Yep,” you said. You pulled out your rabbit vibrator. “This is Bugs.” You put it back in the drawer, then pulled out a magic wand. “This is Oakley.” Phillip wiped Hammer down. His eyes were wide and his mouth was watering. “And...this is just...Bullet...” you said, holding up a bullet vibrator. “Holy hell...” he mumbled.  You retrieved Bullet and threw her on the bed. Then, you retrieved a bottle of lube and closed the drawer. Within minutes, Hammer was pressed down on the chair you’d bought specifically for suction toy riding. Phillip was still dressed and you were completely naked. You’d covered the toy with lube and slowly...slowly...sat on it.  “Fuck...” you whimpered. You spread your legs so that Phillip could see everything, and you rode the toy at a slow, comforting pace. Once you felt that your tight tunnel had accommodated the toy’s big size, you bounced up and down and squeezed your nipples. “Shit...” Phillip groaned. He rubbed the stiff imprint in his pajama pants.  “You like how I take it?” you asked. “Yeah...” he groaned. “You wish it was yours?” “Fuck yeah...” “Mmm...” you moaned. “Can you compete, though?”  Phillip smirked. “I think I can.”  He reached under the band of his pajamas and let his dick spring free. It rocked back and forth until he grabbed it and gave it a couple of calming tugs. He was right. He definitely could compete with the Hammer. Your clit stiffened and peeked past your lips, exposing its wet self to Phillip. “Bring me my bullet, babe,” you whimpered.  “What?” Phillip asked. He picked up the bullet vibrator. “This?” “Yes,” you moaned, still bouncing.  Phillip smirked, tossed the vibrator to the side and walked to your dresser. “What are you doing?” you asked. He opened your drawer, dug around, and pulled out the magic wand. Like a cowboy ready to duel, he glanced at you with a raised eyebrow, pushed your drawer closed, and walk to you with it. You stopped bouncing and jumped off the toy, planting your butt cheeks on the edge of your chair. “Okay, Phillip...don’t go overboard, okay?” “I won’t,” he said with that devilish grin of his. You looked at him doubtfully, then got back on your dildo. The sensation of being stretched again after just a few seconds sent vibrations through your body. “Ohh!” you shouted. You threw your head back, and soon felt the light vibration on your clit. You looked down to see Phillip kneeling between your legs, and staring at your exposed pussy like it were a movie.  “I knew you were a fucking freak,” he said, pressing the wand against you a little harder. You bit your bottom lip, and he smacked your thigh with his friend hand. “It feels so good,” you mumbled. “Does it?” “Mm-hmm...” “You want me to make you come?” he asked. “Yes, please!” you cried out, bouncing faster. And of course, as you suspected would happen, Phillip turned the wand up to its highest setting. “Ahh!” you screeched.  He turned the wand on its other side, so that the handle rested against your stomach, then he buried his face between your legs and ran his tongue around your folds. All of the stimulation made you jump and squirm, and before you could blink twice, you felt the pressure buildup. “I’m coming...” you said with a low, possessed grunt. Your eyes rolled back and every ounce of your pussy’s juice came gushing out onto your dildo, the wand, and on Phillip’s hot tongue. “Mmm...” he moaned, lapping up your cream. You lifted your body off the dildo, and Phillip moved the wand. He rubbed your slicked pussy with the palm of his hand, and stared up at you with dilated pupils.  “So, are we about to fuck?” you asked, out of breath. “We’re definitely about to fuck...” he answered with raised eyebrows and a grin.  You leaned down to give Phillip a passionate kiss. Then, you leaned back in your chair. Phillip stood up and unbuttoned his pajama top. As he got out of it, you grabbed his throbbing dick and wrapped your lips around the head.