#and not in the way that he can’t afford it

[floodpool]

People will always find a way to leave a situation they can’t stand, that’s why spousal murder rates and suicide rates dropped when they stopped being the only option to exit a shitty marriage

pro-abortion. pro-divorce. i believe we have the god-given right to give up

[beenbaanbuun]

guard dog w/ jeong yunho

pt2

you live in a shitty apartment in a shitty neighbourhood surrounded by shitty neighbours who seem to make it their life’s work to make your life a living hell

the guy that lives across from you is an aspiring dj, emphasis on aspiring

unfortunately with him working the late shift at his supermarket job, it means he likes to practice late into the night

after the first 5 noice complaints, you just gave up trying to get a decent night sleep; part of you thinks he carried on just as one giant ‘fuck you’

the family that live upstairs aren’t great either

the son—timmy? tommy? who cares—thinks it’s fun to sit on the stairs with his buddies and smoke anything they can get their hands on

your air freshener is the only thing keeping you from losing your mind at them! well, that and the fact that quite frankly him and his friends terrify you

they watch you carefully as you make your way down the stairs, pushing through their congregation with a tight lipped, overly polite smile on your face

usually they don’t say a word, giving you little more acknowledgment than a hum as you thank them for barely making enough room for you to push through them

they make you nervous, you can’t deny that, and half of you thinks that’s the whole point

it’s like it’s some sort of strange power play to keep you from complaining to his parents, or worse, the landlord

not exactly a threat, but not not one

maybe it’s those nerves that made you open up to your friend one day

you’d met up with him at a local cafe, offering to pay for his coffee if he gave you half of the sandwich he’d brought with him

“they just spook me a little, y’know?” you mumble as a few crumbs topple over your bottom lip and onto your chin, “it’s a group of 10 over-grown teenage boys; it’s fucking intimidating!”

mingi just nods along, a small frown on his face as he listens to you complain about your living conditions for what seems like the millionth time

he gets it; moving is expensive, especially in the city, and you need to stay relatively close to where you work since you don’t have a car

it doesn’t mean he has to like it, though

“what about a guar—”

“a guard dog?” you cut him off, “mingi, we’ve had this conversation so many times before!”

it’s the truth; it seems like every single time you see him he brings up the same suggestion; scary dog privileges can get you very far in life according to you friend

“too mentally ill to look after another life, sure,” he reiterates the same point you make every single time, “but what about a hybrid?”

again, it feels like you’re in a constant loop of deja vu, destined to relive this conversation over and over again until you can finally afford to move out of that shit hole

“i can’t aff—”

“—afford a hybrid, yeah i know,” you roll your eyes as he finishes your sentence; jesus, he’s annoying, “but what if i told you i knew a guy?”

it sounds suspicious, but you won’t lie and say you’re not a little curious

perhaps you’re just a little too nosy to not lean in a little closer with a brow cocked a question of ‘who?’ primed on your tongue

“can’t say,” is all mingi says, “he doesn’t like people poking around in his business.”

he says it so nonchalantly as if he’s not your best friend who’s just announced that he knows someone who is almost definitely into some dodgy shit

you’d be a bad friend if you didn’t ask at least a few questions, but before you can even open your mouth, mingi beats you to it

“£200 will get you a hybrid though,” you almost choke on the sandwich at the price; this is some seriously dodgy guy if he’s selling hybrids for that little, “£300 if you start laying down preferences.”

“mingi,” you begin, about to beg him to get out of whatever business he’s getting himself involved in

“i’m assuming it’s a no?” he raises an eyebrow; you don’t even have to nod for him to understand your answer

he concedes, throwing his hands up in surrender like he always does whenever you have this conversation

still, the smirk on his face as the conversation moves onto something else doesn’t fill you with the upmost confidence

a week passes by rather quickly; you work, you come home, you go about your evenings as normal, you sleep

nothing seems any different, and why would it? nothing about your life ever really changes without some sort of built up or expectation

and then your doorbell rings

you assume it’s just your neighbour again, around at yours to ask you some sort of stupid question that could easy be solved using a single braincell and google

you trudge to the door with a sour look on your face and a bitterness already growing on your tongue, just to swing it open to see… not your neighbour

not anyone you recognise for that matter

your gaze travels up from the chest you stand eye-to-eye with, traipsing lazily over the defined muscles on his neck before reaching his face

a jaw set in stone, two steely brown eyes and a pair of jet black dog ears are what immediately catch your attention

that and the fact that he’s very handsome; so much so that it takes everything in you not to stare at him with your mouth wide open

“are you going to let me in?” he says as if the hybrid’s arrival at your door was at all expected by you

“who are you?” is the only response you can

“your guard dog,” he replies, and just like that everything clicks into place

mingi, that bastard

“but i didn’t pay for a guard dog,” you argue, hoping that it’ll be enough to make him go back to whatever creep it is that mingi has gotten involved with

“well, someone did.”

he looks bored as he uses a hand to push you aside and steps past you into your tiny apartment, as if this is just another day for him

maybe it is; you don’t know much about hybrids, but you’ve heard enough stories to know just how many of them go through life without a permanent home

they’re tossed from pillar to post as if they’re not conscious beings with minds and lives of their own

it’s sad, the fact that they can be so easily tossed aside by so many people

it’s even sadder to find yourself relating to that feeling

you shut the door, twisting the lock with a finality that you’re not sure you understand

“what’s your name?” you ask as you turn to face him

“yunho,” he sighs

it’s a pretty name, you think to yourself

one that you wouldn’t mind saying over and over again for the… foreseeable future…

seriously, fuck song mingi

“well i’m—”

“i know your name, puppy,” your mouth snaps shut at the authority that laces itself into his words, “it’s all i’ve heard for the past few days.”

you zip your mouth shut, something in your brain warning you not to speak out of turn

something in your brain seems to forget that this is your own home; surely you can speak whenever you want to

“i wasn’t sure what to expect, but you seem to fit the bill,” dark pupils land on your body, dancing up and down your form before finally meeting your eyes, “a pretty thing like you in a town like this? i’m shocked you’re still in one piece.”

“how dare you, i—”

“where am i sleeping?” he cuts you off like your complaints are little more than the stubborn words of a child

it irritates you to no end, and yet you can’t find the words to fight back

there’s just something in his eyes that has you convinced that maybe you’re not the one in charge here

“the couch,” you point to the ratty leather thing, feeling a slight twinge of guilt that it’s the only thing you have to offer

he takes a glance at at for just a second or two before shaking his head

“no,” he replies, “you have a double bed, right?”

“a double—” your eyes go wide, “you’re not sleeping in my bed!”

“yes, i am,” he insists, condescending and annoying. you hate him already, “because i’m certainly not sleeping on that thing, puppy.”

it doesn’t go unnoticed that he’s yet to use your name, instead sticking to that godforsaken nickname

if you thought it would make a difference, you might say something about it, but the stubborn arsehole has already shown enough of himself to make you understand that it would do very little

“the floor is available,” you spit, venemously

“and yet it tempts me even less than the sofa,” he smiles sarcastically and it boils your blood, “you’re just gonna have to get used to sharing.”

he takes a few paces forward until you’re having to crane your neck to look him in the eyes

you can practically feel his breath dancing across your cheeks as he lets out a low chuckle, a darkness washing over his face as he studies you

“you’re gonna have to get used to a lot of things now that i’m here,” warmth spreads across your cheek as his palm moves to cup it, “but that’s okay puppy, i can be patient while you learn.”

[moonlightcycle571]

So we’ve all heard of Magic Users avoiding Captain because of Champion of Magic stuff, but what if it was the other way around?

What if, instead of being intimidated by Marvel and thus actively avoid being in his presence, they seek him out, or at least his magic out.

His magic is straight out of the Rock of Eternity, the source of all Magic. For a magic user or being, it would feel like going home.

Whilst every magician has their own magical signature which makes them them, this magic is unfiltered, raw and by all means, pure. So much so it’s blinding, it feels good to be around, and long exposure would bring some effects.

And what if Billy got bad experiences of magic users getting hooked on his magic, that he had to physically keep his distance, or put in wards or magical warnings of those who come too close for no reason.

It could explain why Fawcette has a magical population but not so much many magic users. Magical Creatures are welcome, they themselves are also creatures of magic, and so don’t feel as compelled to seek it out once exposed. If anything, it just makes them nicer to Cap.

Billy has been here since the 50s, and the Champion of Magic has been here longer. It’s entirely possible, even probable that he had to deal with magic users slowly becoming obsessed with his magic. Maybe give him a scenario where he has a mentor who was teaching him magic, and over time, have that mentor loose himself and become obsessive. A mentor he had to fight and later died because he wanted Billy’s magic.

It’s why he only uses magic when necessary.

It’s why he keeps his title a secret.

And why he can’t afford to spend too much time with the JLD, Raven or other magic users he likes. He doesn’t want a repeat of what happened.

[wallowslistener]

hotch smiling? never. ೨ৎ a. hotchner x reader

𐙚˚ aaron hotchner x fem!reader. fluff. 0.6k words.

✦ aaron has always been the definition of serious. even among the most stoic in the fbi, he’s known for his unwavering dedication to the job, rarely showing emotion or letting his guard down. he’s a leader, and leaders can’t afford to be distracted by the lighter things in life. smiling, laughing, those were luxuries, not necessities.

that’s why it was so strange when he met you.

it started out like any other case. you were brought in as a liaison for a local investigation, your expertise needed to help the bau crack a difficult profile. hotch appreciated your work ethic right away, how focused and meticulous you were, just like him. but there was something else, something he hadn’t noticed in a long time. the way you carried yourself, the lightheartedness you brought to the job, even when the weight of the cases was unbearable.

at first, he tried to keep his distance. he always did. it was easier that way. but somehow, without meaning to, you broke through.

one afternoon, while the team was poring over crime scene photos and victim profiles, you cracked a subtle joke about the chaos of the case files. it wasn’t even that funny, but it was enough to make spencer smile, which wasn’t an unusual sight. what was unusual was that hotch, sitting across from you, didn’t just smile, he chuckled. the room went silent for a beat, everyone’s heads snapping in his direction, including yours.

you looked at him, eyes wide with surprise. "did i... just make you laugh?"

hotch cleared his throat, instantly returning to his serious demeanor, but the damage was done. his face had softened in a way that none of them had seen in years.

"let’s get back to the case," he said, but you could see the faint trace of a smirk lingering at the corner of his mouth.

after that, things started to shift between you. whenever the stress of the job became overwhelming, you had a way of lightening the mood, just enough to remind him that there was life outside of the darkness they faced every day. he didn’t laugh often, old habits die hard, but he started to smile more around you. little things—your quick wit, your subtle gestures of support—made him feel something he hadn’t allowed himself to in a long time: happiness.

one night, after a long and particularly grueling case, the team was ready to collapse. everyone was exhausted, but you caught hotch’s eye and gave him a small, tired smile. "hey, we got through it. you don’t always have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, you know."

he gave a slight nod, but his eyes softened in a way that felt more intimate than any words could express. "i’ve gotten used to it."

"but you don’t have to do it alone," you replied, your voice gentle.

for the first time in years, aaron hotchner let himself feel vulnerable, even if just for a moment. "i’m starting to realize that."

there, in the quiet of the bullpen, it was just the two of you. no case, no tragedy, just an unspoken connection. and for the first time in a long time, hotch smiled. not a fleeting, half hearted one, but a real, genuine smile, just for you.

and from that moment on, everyone noticed. he was still serious, still focused, but there was a new lightness in his step when you were around, a subtle shift that made him more human, more open.

because you’d done something no one else had managed: you’d given him a reason to smile again.

[girlishwhimsies]

thinking about the economic divide in the outsiders again. sigh.

[buddiedreams]

falling together | 1.8k, buddie

read here on AO3

rating: general tags: Falling In Love, Pre-Relationship Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Eddie Diaz Loves Evan "Buck" Buckley, Soft Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Evan "Buck" Buckley Loves Eddie Diaz, Evan "Buck" Buckley is Christopher Diaz's Parent, Accidental Relationship

They never even get together, is the thing. Not officially, anyway. Chris came back from Texas three weeks after Tommy dumped him, and a week after that, he found out that his building was being sold and converted into condos, which he definitely couldn’t afford, even if he wanted to (which he didn’t; the loft had always been more of a place to crash than his actual home). He’d bitched about the situation to Eddie that Friday night, after Chris had already ditched them to play online video games with his friends. Eddie had frowned and suggested that Buck crash with them while he was looking for a new apartment and… well. Buck is only a man. He’d agreed almost immediately, even if it meant sleeping on Eddie’s way too small couch for the foreseeable future. 

In his defense, he did look for an apartment. He looked for three months for anything even slightly habitable, but with the housing market stupidly inflated and Buck living off the salary of a public servant, there was basically nothing that was available, unless he wanted roaches. Or a studio apartment, which he was vehemently against. He was an adult, he deserved an actual bedroom. Sue him. 

And anyway, it wasn’t like Eddie and Chris were trying to kick him out. Actually, it felt like the opposite, most of the time. He and Eddie split the housework, he took over cooking and Eddie took dishes, and it actually worked so seamlessly that Buck was a little shocked. Obviously, he and Eddie are a well-oiled machine at work, but it was good to know that extended to domestic life too. And it was nice to consistently have other people to try his recipes on. He and Eddie ended up carpooling more often than not, which meant he got to tag along when Eddie picked Chris up after school, and Buck… well, Chris is his favorite Diaz, he can’t be blamed if he wants to spend as much time as possible with the kid, especially since he’s getting old enough to realize that hanging out with his—with him and Eddie wasn’t exactly cool, when he had friends to talk to and video games to play. 

And honestly… it was kind of nice to be around people whenever he wanted. Eddie and Chris are his favorite people, so it’s not exactly a hardship to be around them, and it was especially nice after a rough shift. Before, he’d go back to his loft alone and try to sleep away the crawling of his skin caused by a bad shift, and especially by a loss on the job. After basically moving in with the Diaz boys, though, he gets to see his favorite kid and give him a good squeeze. Chris seems to be able to tell when they’ve had a bad shift, and lets them be a bit clingier than he normally would. Plus, he’s got Eddie to lean on, since they’re usually going through the same thing. It’s… it’s nice. 

He’s been there six months when Eddie nervously comes out to him over the lunch they’re sharing at the kitchen table. Buck really hadn’t seen that one coming, and it makes something odd happen in his stomach, but he grins and reaches over to squeeze Eddie’s hand, telling him how proud of him he is and how honored he is to know. Eddie visibly deflates and shoots him an exhausted grin, squeezing Buck’s hand back. 

They don’t talk about it, but there’s a shift after that day. Eddie is more open about the discovery process that led to his coming out, and how he’d been to see Bobby’s priest, who had actually managed to help him. It seemed like a weight was lifted off his shoulders once he’d come out to Buck, and a warmth Buck wasn’t very familiar with settled into his bones.

They still don’t talk about it, even after the admission leads to more casual touching between them. Buck’s always craved physical affection, and Eddie idly admits that he’s trying to get better at expressing his affection with people other than Chris, and he’s still uncomfortable doing it with words. And it’s not like Buck is going to stop him. His skin always feels so tingly and flushed after Eddie’s hand touches it, always leaving a pleased smile on his lips. 

They don’t talk about it when the casual touches turn to less and less personal space. When he slips behind Eddie to show him the proper way to chop an onion, or how to flambé safely (thank you, Bobby). Or when Eddie says one day that it’s stupid for Buck to keep sleeping on the couch if he’s going to keep staying here, that Eddie has a perfectly good bed and it’s not like they haven’t slept in the same bed before, more than once. 

They don’t talk about it when sharing Eddie’s bed leads to spending far too long whispering to each other in the safe darkness of the room, admitting all their deepest fears and, even scarier, their deepest wants. Buck admits, for the first time out loud, that all he wants is to feel like he belongs to someone. Maddie has Chimney, Hen has Karen, Bobby has Athena. And Buck longs for that, longs for a relationship like that. For someone to have his back. For someone to truly be his partner.

They don’t talk about it when Buck realizes that he’s in love with his best friend, and even scarier, that he has been for god only knows how long. That’s not something he can voice, even in the darkness of their bedroom (because it is their bedroom, Buck’s been sleeping there for two months by this point, his clothes are taking up half the closet, and Eddie’s sleeping in one of his old LAFD shirts). But god does he long to. He wants nothing more than to close the small distance between them and wrap his arms around Eddie, never let go, but it’s not his place. He’s not going to fuck up the one healthy relationship he’s had in his life, not for anything.

They don’t talk about it when the late-night talks turn to what can only be described as cuddling. But again, Buck’s never been one to turn down physical affection, and Eddie’s not complaining. In fact, Eddie is the one that’s more often than not seeking Buck out, pulling his arm over Eddie’s torso as they’re falling asleep.

They don’t talk about it when the flirting starts. They’d spent a rare Friday night off out with their coworkers, getting stupidly drunk and catching up on all the things going on in everyone’s lives. Maddie and Chimney are out for the first time since Kevin Daniel Han was born, and they both look exhausted but so stupidly happy that Buck can’t help but think about Eddie and Chris, and how adorable Eddie is with his son. He doesn’t even realize he’s said as much out loud until Eddie’s cheeks turn a cute rosy color, and it takes all the strength in Buck’s body to keep from leaning over and kissing the spots. That seems to open a dam, though, because after that he and Eddie are trading sincere compliments back and forth whenever they think of them, which quickly devolves into funny pick-up lines when they’ve run out of compliments. The pick-up lines keep going for weeks, until one day, hands still wet from doing the dishes, Eddie grabs the front of his shirt and kisses him. 

They still don’t talk about it, but… nothing has really changed. They keep kissing (which Buck can honestly say is his absolute favorite thing in the world, he’d like nothing more than to die happily with Eddie’s lips on his) and trading flirtatious jokes and compliments. They don’t even talk about it when the kissing inevitably leads to sex. It seems silly, but Buck doesn’t even think they need to. He’s known how to read Eddie like a book for over eight years at this point, he knows they’re on the same page of the exact same book. 

They don’t even really talk about it when they get engaged. They’d had a bad shift and Buck had admitted in the darkness that he feels like Chris is his son. Eddie had smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek, softly admitting that Chris had been his son at least since the well, and then quietly asking if Buck would consider adopting him. Buck had failed spectacularly at choking back the tears the question had prompted, but Eddie had just smiled and brushed them away. Buck agreed (obviously, he’s not an idiot) and Eddie offhandedly mentioned that it would be easier to do if they were married, before pulling Buck’s arm around him and promptly falling asleep, like he hadn’t just chucked a grenade into the middle of their bed. Buck spends a majority of the night staring into the darkness, absolutely dumbfounded. He’s not even mad when Eddie and Chris wake him at lunch time and present him with a ring, which he eagerly accepts.

That’s what breaks the streak, in fact. That night, when they’re laying in bed, Eddie finally addresses whatever they’ve been dancing around for the first time. 

“I know we haven’t really talked about this, about us,” he whispers, shifting around to face Buck, “but is it… you’re okay with it? With this, with me and Chris being who you belong to?”

Buck swallows against the sudden rush of emotion that tears through him at Eddie referencing one of the first midnight chats they’d had. And any other time, any other relationship, maybe he’d be anxious about how little they’ve faced what they are, how they’ve barely addressed it with their loved ones but really… nothing has changed. At least, nothing important. Sure, he’s allowed to kiss Eddie now, and have sex with him, but other than that, their relationship is the same as it’s always been. They’re best friends. 

“I… I don’t think I realized it when I said it originally, but I think I was just waiting for this. For you. Both of you, but mostly just waiting until you were ready, I guess,” he whispers back, smiling when Eddie’s fingers thread through his own. “Besides, I’ve really always belonged to you and Chris, if we’re being honest. It’s why none of my relationships ever worked. I was trying to fill a role that was already occupied,” he admits, bringing their hands up to press a kiss to the back of Eddie’s hand. “It sorta feels like this was inevitable. Does that… make sense?”

He can’t see it, given the darkness currently surrounding them, but he can hear the smile in Eddie’s voice. “The inevitability of us just… falling together like we have? Yeah, Buck, honestly? That makes more sense than anything else in my life ever has.”

[yuckiemouth]

Ugh I miss u sex with Riki bro like him coming home from tour I’m frustrated

“I Missed You So Much”

“did you think of me every-time you masturbated in your dorm?”

After their ‘WALK THE LINE’ tour, ENHYPEN finally got the chance to fly overseas to reunite with their friends and family. Although the experience was exhausting yet enjoyable for all seven members, they could finally relax—at least until they navigate through the throngs of enthusiastic fans and paparazzi. The pushing, shoving, screams, and tears were finally behind them as they settled into their first-class seats—something they could now afford, escaping the usual chaos of being followed even in the air. Riki sat at the very back by the window, headphones over his ears, resting his head on a neck pillow as he settled in for some much-needed rest. A soft ding interrupted his music. Riki glanced down, picking up his phone from his lap. A message from Y/N, his secret girlfriend back in Japan, lit up the screen. It read: “I can’t wait to see u ❤️.”

A warm smile spread across Riki's face as he read Y/N's sweet text. He quickly typed out a reply, "Me too, baby. Can't wait to hold you again." His thumbs hovered over the send button, but then he hesitated. Better not risk getting caught by the others, especially Jake who always seemed to snoop around his phone. Riki deleted the message and replaced it with a more innocent one: "Miss you already! See you soon!" Satisfied, he hit send before putting his phone away and sinking deeper into his seat, letting the gentle hum of the plane lull him towards sleep once more.

His phone dinged again and Riki’s 100% sure Jake would’ve twisted his head and asked “who’s texting you so much?”, but luckily he was slumped next to the seats beside him with his mouth agape. Riki chuckled before snapping a pic, preparing to use it for blackmail. He quickly checked Y/N’s message and it read: view picture. He dubiously viewed the picture and he inaudibly gasped. Y/N’s shirt was lifted with her perky titties in frame with the letters blocking her nipples like a tease. “I really need you.” Riki felt a stirring in his loins as he gazed at the provocative photo, his eyes lingering on Y/N's tantalizing cleavage. He bit his lip, trying to stifle a moan. Damn, she knew just how to make him ache for her. He couldn't wait to get his hands on those perfect tits again, to taste her skin and hear her breathy pleas for more.

With a smirk, Riki typed out a response, keeping his words light and playful to avoid arousing suspicion. "Mmm, I really do need you too, baby. But we have a few hours till we land. Why don't you play with yourself while thinking about me?" He attached another sultry selfie of himself lounging comfortably, his bulge barely concealed beneath his pants. "Get me hard for our reunion." Riki let out a low chuckle, his fingers tapping against the armrest of his chair in anticipation. His mind wandered to their last encounter, the way she'd writhed beneath him, crying out his name as he pounded into her tight little pussy. The memory alone was enough to make his cock twitch inside his pants. With a sigh, he decided to drift off with that thought.

.

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As Riki approached Y/N's apartment building, a sense of relief washed over him. Being surrounded by his loving family had been wonderful, but there was no denying that he craved the intimacy and passion he shared with Y/N. He quickened his pace, his heart racing with anticipation as he climbed the stairs to her door. Taking a deep breath, Riki knocked softly, hoping she wouldn't keep him waiting. When the door swung open, he was greeted by Y/N's radiant smile, her eyes sparkling with adoration. Without a word, Riki pulled her into his arms, claiming her lips in a searing kiss filled with pent-up desire. He needed her, wanted her, and nothing else mattered in that moment. Riki shoved her back into the apartment with the wet kiss, pushing the door back close with a soft kick.

Riki's hands roamed over Y/N's curves as he backed her against the wall, breaking the kiss only to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jawline and down the column of her throat. He nipped and sucked at her sensitive skin, leaving a path of love bites in his wake. "Missed you so fucking much," Riki growled against her ear, his voice husky with lust. He ground his hips against hers, the hardness of his arousal pressing insistently against her belly. "Need to be inside you, Y/N. Now." Without waiting for a response, Riki scooped her up into his strong arms, carrying her towards the bedroom as he devoured her mouth once more. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them lost in their desperate hunger for each other. Riki laid Y/N gently on the bed, his hands roaming her body as he kissed a fiery trail down her chest. He paused to worship her breasts, sucking and nibbling at her pert nipples until they pebbled under his attention. Y/N arched into him, her fingers tangling in his hair as she gasped and whimpered with pleasure.

"Please, Riki," she panted, her hips bucking upwards in search of friction. "I'm so wet for you. Fill me up, baby." He grinned against her skin, his cock throbbing with need. He slid down her body, kissing and licking a path to her dripping core. "Oh, I plan to," he murmured, burying his face between her thighs and inhaling deeply. "Fuck, you smell incredible." He left one last kiss on her inner thigh before adjusting himself between her thighs.

His rigid erection brushing against her slick folds. He looked up at her, his dark eyes smoldering with raw desire. "Fuck, I’ve missed you, Y/N," he urged, his voice thick with lust. "Hmm, this wet pussy," Y/N's breath hitched, her gaze locked onto Riki's as she reached down to guide him to her entrance. "I want you to fuck me hard," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "Make me scream your name until my throat is raw." Riki groaned, his control slipping at her bold demand. With a swift thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, stretching her walls deliciously around his thickness. "Oh, fuck yes," his eyes rolled as he began thrusting into her tightness. Her mouth falls agape with desperate pleas escaping her short breath. “Uh huh, yeah, fuck me harder,” she nodded, encouraging him to go faster.

Riki gripped Y/N's hips tightly, pounding into her with reckless abandon as he chased his impending release. Her inner walls clenched around him, milking his cock with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin and their ragged breathing filled the room, creating a primal symphony of lust. "You're so damn tight," Riki grunted, sweat beading on his forehead as he drove deeper. "Take all of me, baby. Every inch." Y/N's cries grew louder, her nails digging into his arms as she teetered on the edge. "Riki! Oh god, Riki!" she wailed, her body tensing beneath him. With one final, brutal stroke, Riki felt Y/N convulse around him, her orgasm crashing over her in waves.

Riki's climax hit him like a freight train, his vision blurring as he spilled himself deep within Y/N's spasming heat. He collapsed on top of her, his heavy breaths mingling with hers as they both rode out the aftershocks. He rolled off her, pulling her close as they lay entwined in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. Riki pressed a soft kiss to her temple, feeling content and sated in a way that only Y/N could provide.

[bookwormjust]

Burning the Midnight Sun (established relationship with Helion)

The library is quiet, save for the occasional sound of pages turning and your quill scratching furiously across parchment. It’s early morning, and the golden light filtering through the tall windows does little to ease your exhaustion. You’ve been working since dawn, your mind focused on one thing: finding a solution. The epidemic spreading through one of the other courts demands an urgent response, and the healers are relying on your research to develop a medication. You can’t afford to stop, even though your body protests with every passing minute.

Your fingers tremble slightly as you write, the combination of fatigue and hunger gnawing at the edges of your focus. You haven’t eaten today—again. The thought of food barely crosses your mind when there’s so much at stake, and the weight of responsibility presses down on you like an anvil. Your hair, a cascade of rich brown, falls in loose strands around your face, but you don’t bother to push it back. Your eyes, dark and intense, flicker over the ancient texts piled around you, searching for something—anything—that might offer a breakthrough.

You can feel the energy of the sun outside, the source of your mate’s power, warming the world beyond the library, but here, in the cool, quiet space of the archives, you’re locked in your own world of words and alchemical symbols.

Helion’s presence comes to you long before you hear him. His power is like the sun itself, radiant and golden, and you’ve always felt it before he arrives—like a soft warmth that spreads over your skin. But today, you’re too deep in your work to notice, too lost in the formulas and calculations scattered before you. 

A soft knock sounds at the door, followed by the unmistakable sound of it opening. You don’t look up, even as you hear Helion’s familiar footsteps approach. He knows better than to interrupt you when you’re this focused, but that doesn’t stop him from checking on you. He always does.

"Sunshine," his voice is smooth, rich like melted gold, but laced with concern. You hear the amusement in his tone, but also the underlying worry. "Still at it, I see."

You glance up briefly, offering him a tired smile. "There’s still so much to do. The healers need this information *yesterday*, Helion. I’m close—I just need a little more time."

He steps closer, his golden robes rustling softly as he moves. His eyes, bright and warm as the sun at noon, study you with a mixture of affection and concern. You feel his gaze sweep over you, taking in the dark circles under your eyes, the slump of your shoulders, the way your hands tremble slightly from exhaustion. 

"You haven’t eaten today, have you?" he asks, his voice softer now, more serious. He reaches out and gently brushes a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering against your skin. "You’re running yourself ragged, sunshine."

You open your mouth to protest, but the growl of your stomach betrays you. You haven’t eaten since yesterday, and the thought of stopping now feels like surrender. There’s too much at stake, too many people depending on you. 

"I’m fine," you murmur, turning back to the parchment in front of you. "I just need a little more time."

But Helion is not so easily dismissed. He moves to your side, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. The warmth of his touch is grounding, a stark contrast to the cold logic and clinical focus that’s been consuming you for hours.

"You know I love how dedicated you are," he says, his tone teasing but still filled with that same worry. "But even the sun needs to rest."

You lean into his touch, letting out a small sigh. You’re too tired to argue, too worn down by the relentless hours of research. "I just… I need to finish this. People are dying, Helion. I can’t stop."

He kneels down beside your chair, his face level with yours now, his golden eyes softening as he gazes up at you. "And you’ll save them," he says, his voice low and soothing. "But you won’t save anyone if you collapse from exhaustion."

His words cut through the fog of your focus, and you feel the weight of your own fatigue settling into your bones. He’s right, of course. He usually is, when it comes to taking care of yourself. 

"Just take a break," Helion insists, his thumb gently rubbing circles into your shoulder. "Let me take care of you, just for a little while. You’ve done more than enough today."

You hesitate, your eyes flickering back to the notes scattered across the table, but the warmth of his hand, the gentle hum of his power soothing your frayed nerves, makes it hard to resist. You’ve been pushing yourself too hard, and you know it. 

Finally, you nod, the tension in your body easing slightly. Helion’s smile is soft, filled with that familiar warmth you’ve come to rely on. He rises to his feet and gently pulls you up with him. You’re unsteady at first, your legs weak from sitting for so long, but Helion’s hands are there, steady and reassuring.

"Come on, sunshine," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Let’s get you some food. Then you can get back to saving the world."

You let him lead you away from the desk, your body leaning into his warmth, grateful for his presence. Helion always knows when to step in, when to remind you that even the brightest lights need rest. And as tired as you are, you know that with him by your side, you’ll find the strength to finish what you started.

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OMG EXACTLY!!

Honestly, I can see them just being really confused. You love them so much, and yet you hate them at the same time??

They always love listening to you talk, you could be reading an instruction manual and they’d be sitting in the cave just cheering.

Ugh i just love the idea of them all getting cozy, all sitting around in the living room (not the one you have bugged), putting the feed on the tv, and getting ready to enjoy a night of watching you. There’s snacks, someone made some popcorn, Bruce is nursing some wine, it’s like an entire thing.

And there you are, just puttering around your apartment, mumbling under your breath as you make yourself dinner. You eventually put on some gossipy talk show, which spends almost all of its runtime discussing the Waynes.

They’re watching you watch daytime tv. I just think that’s funny.

And you’re like booing everytime the hosts say anything negative about the Waynes, smiling brightly everytime they talk about Dick’s recent free gymnastics lessons for people who couldn’t afford the normal cost, Bruce’s recent charity fundraiser, etc. 

Finally, the show starts talking about the bats, and you just lose your cool. You’re like grumbling and pouting and it’s so cute to them, but they’re also conflicted because you’re being so mean-

You’re like cursing the day batman was born, yelling about how much you hate Nightwing, how he can’t compare to Dick and he’s just a stupid copycat, how much Red Hood irritates you, pretending to be good for the neighborhood, not like Jason who reads to kids at the library-

You’re just ripping their alter egos to shreds.

I can see them trying really hard to ingratiate themselves with you. 

You’re in Jason’s safehouse’s neighborhood cuz you know he takes walks around there, and oh wow what a coincidence! Red hood’s here to save you from a (totally not pre-planned) mugging!

You’re on a roof across from Damian’s school, making sure he isn’t getting bullied, and oh, look! It’s Red Robin with some delicious coffee for you to drink, he won’t even ask you what you’re doing!

Even Batman offers to walk you home one night on your way back from following Dick on his run. Well, he kinda grunts and waves his hand, but you get the gist. Each time you’re cursing them out, spitting all over the place, just so fucking mad. How dare they try to imitate your beloved Waynes? You see right through them, they could never come close to the bravery and kindness of Gotham’s favorite family!

Eventually, you get more bold. And you’re like following them more, watching them more, trying to arrange little coincidental meetings like “Oh! I’m So Sorry I Spilled My Coffee All Over Your Nice Shirt!” And they’re like :)  “it’s okay (please marry me)”.

However, you start hearing some problems they’ve been having. Damian’s getting bullied at school, for example. He’s in the bugged living room talking to Dick and he’s all like 

“Grayson. It is not a problem. I can handle it.” In that overly formal manner, crossing his arms and pouting.

And you’re ENRAGED. WHO IS HURTING THE BABY?!

So you try to beat up his bullies. You’re only a street away when the Red Hood finds you and catches you by the forearm. He takes your baseball bat from you when you try to swing it at him. And you just. You hate him so much, you curse him out and leave.

Oh, a teacher is calling Tim lazy? You try to poison her coffee, but Batman catches you buying the poison and makes you give it to him. You try to kick him in the kneecaps and fall over. This does not endear him to you, but he’s just internally cooing. 

Wow, one of Dick’s colleagues is being racist? You’re ready to end their career preemptively, but Red Robin hacks your laptop and tells you to calm down.

Jason keeps getting asked invasive questions and you’ve already got the crowbar out, but oh look, Nightwing confiscates it.

Just stuff like that.

They’re watching you positively FUME over getting thwarted, and you’re practically becoming a supervillain, just incandescent with rage, and they’re just like “So cute! Look at her trying to hack her way into Gotham Academy, aweeee”

It keeps escalating until eventually they can’t take it anymore, you’re starting to have like a mental breakdown.

But when you get kidnapped, they wake you up and bring you down to the cave and they’re like “Surprise! It was us all along! Now you don’t have to hate us!”

And you just. Scream. Cuz now you have to kill every villain in Gotham, and you honestly don’t have the time, you need to get started on bugging the manor and going through their clothes, and hugging their pillows. 

It’s cute how you think they’ll let you leave :)

yandere reader x yandere batfam

SUMMARY: yandere batfam x yandere reader

WARNINGS: 18+ as always on my blog, though the work is safe for work. Typical yandere shenanigans.

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Just thinking of a yandere darling. You’re a little intense, maybe just on the creepy side of protective.

But you’re not very good at it 🙁

You’re stalking them, they’re stalking you as you stalk them, it’s a whole thing.

They honestly might be relieved. They know where you are at all times, they’ve long ago put a tracker on you, but having you always hovering around eases their worries.

Tim definitely hacks the bugs you’ve put on them, making sure you aren’t accidentally catching on to the fact they’re night-time vigilantes.

Overall, though, I can see them LOVING the trackers you try to place on them. You’re so clumsy about it anyone would notice, but they pretend not to, just so your self-esteem doesn’t get hurt.

It’s like a kitten trying to fight a tiger; the tiger’s playing, the kitten is unaware of how bad their odds are.

There’s no way you’d be able to break into the manor by yourself.

They see it as enrichment, they just… leave a single window open, on the ground floor, into a rarely used family room.

Once they catch you planting the bugs all over the room, not even bothering to make your way throughout the rest of the manor, they’ll spend more time in the room, playing up their personas.

Bruce is especially amused; he’s really playing up the ditzy Brucie persona around you, entirely so that he can get close to you without you suspecting he’s onto you.

You’re really protective over him; there’s been times you’ve been gearing up to fight some creep at a gala who won’t leave poor ol’ Brucie alone. 

He doesn’t need your help, he’s working on a case, but he appreciates it nonetheless.

It makes him feel all warm and fuzzy, knowing you’re there. Even if there’s no way you’d actually be able to deal with the types of enemies he has.

You’re like pulling him off to the side, holding his hands in yours and staring at him so determinedly, eyes blazing. “Bruce, don’t be scared to tell me if someone’s bugging you, okay? I’ll handle it.” You tell him. Internally, Bruce is cooing. When he tells the others about it later, in the privacy of the cave, they’ll do the same.

You just think he’s too soft for this world. He needs protection! He thought Mexico was a continent!

He’ll definitely pretend to be super drunk just as an excuse to lean on you, his side pressed to yours and an arm slung around your neck. He loves the way he can feel the heat of your blush.

Dick is much the same way. You’ve signed up for his gymnastics class and you’re so determined to succeed at something he loves that he just can’t help but prioritize you. Some of the other students even complain about how obvious the favoritism is. Don’t be surprised if you miraculously win free 1-on-1 lessons with him. He just loves being able to physically touch and guide you, watching how flustered you get.

Sometimes you slip in a bit of information he knows isn’t really available to the general public, just little things about his time in the circus. It makes him happy to know how much time you’ve spent researching him, even if it is pretty baseline stuff, nothing too deep. He’s just appreciating your hard work!

Jason, you have a hard time with. He doesn’t appear in public often, so you spend most of your time just watching him read in the family room. He knows you’re reading the stuff he picks out, so he deliberately chooses books he thinks you’d like. 

When it comes to Tim, he’s definitely matching your freak. You get a tracker on him, he has 3 on you. He’s discreetly watching you watch him. 

Puts on a show, makes himself seem like any naive rich kid. You’ll never see the true predator until it’s too late.

Definitely fiddles with the trackers in his spare time, he loves being reminded of how much you love him; it plays right into those deep seated insecurities left over from his biological parents.

Damian is definitely the least subtle about it. He’s not gonna pretend to be something he isn’t, and he definitely wants you to step up your game. He’ll smash the trackers until you manage to get it into a satisfactory spot.

He will absolutely refuse to spend much time in the family room; he sees it as too easy. He wants you to work to learn more about him. His past is definitely one of the harder ones to dig up.

Cass can read the desperation on you, and just befriends you. She doesn’t really put up much of an act, and just satisfies your protective instincts by listening to your ‘suggestions’ about how awful her ‘friends’ are. They’re acquaintances at best, so you aren’t really accomplishing much of anything, but she feels it’s the thought that counts.

Just imagine when you’re finally kidnapped, and they’re like Surprise! We knew the whole time!

OH MY GOD THE HUMILIATION

They’re completely different than how you thought they were, and you slowly realize you’ve made a big fucking mistake, but oh well, it’s their turn now!

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The U-Bahn rumbles along as Jonas and I sit, our back to the window as tile wall rushes by, station to station. The light flickers. His arms are crossed, and he’s bundled in his big, winter coat, ears poking out under his short fisherman hat, laced up boots crossed at the ankles. 

“It’s funny to me how you keep bothering Leon so much whenever we see him.” He says. He always sounds so conversational, so curious when he’s saying things that call me out on my behaviour.

“Funny funny or annoying funny?”

“I can’t decide. I just think he would have liked to pay for all our meals tonight. To me, it seemed nice.”

I scoff. “It was a power move, Jonas. I don’t know why you can’t see that.”

“Well, sorry,” as he shrugs, the waterproof material of his jacket rasps. “I don’t think I can. It’s pretty common for someone to want to pay for the entire table, especially if the meal was their idea. He wanted to do it for Elias’ birthday.”

“He does too much. He’s always swinging his wallet around.”

“I think maybe it’s because he can afford to swing it.”

The train halts at a station, and a handful of people clamber on, filtering into the space in front of us. 

“It’s not abnormal for me to want to pay for myself and my girlfriend. He should have let me do it without making that face. You know what I’m saying, right?”

“When a restaurant charges forty five euro for a bowl of pasta and we order three bottles of wine worth one hundred each, I will be very happy to allow for my meal to be paid for.”

“So, what’s a couple hundred quid, anyway? It was to make a point.”

He pauses thoughtfully. “Well, I’m not sure I understand the point.”

“Leon can’t just pay for my shit, okay? I don’t need him to. I can afford it myself.”

“I can see it’s a point of pride for you.”

“It’s not like that, it’s-” I break off. “If he pays for me, he’ll find some way to hold it over my head later. I know him.”

“I would argue you don’t know him very well at all. In fact, you barely speak, if only to have some kind of verbal sparring with one another.”

“Well, I’ve known people like him, okay? And that’s what they do. They use money to control people, and that’s what he’s doing by being all flashy with his credit card and his big, fancy restaurant.”

“I imagine the restaurant was to impress his boyfriend on his birthday, and not to make you feel insecure.”

“Well, even if it was, it wouldn’t have made me insecure.”

“I’m sure.”

“Jonas, I feel like you’re on his side.”

“I’m simply being an observer.”

“You don’t even like him. You’ve said it straight out.”

He sighs, adjusting his hat with one hand. “He’s not my favourite person, but I make an effort because he’s important to my friend. I choose the path of least resistance.”

“Well, I choose the other path.”

“Most resistance.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever. Someone has to.”

“I don’t think that’s true.”

Whatever. I don’t care. I’ve already zoned out, staring out the window at the tiles as they zip past the window.

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Back to more ideas on Tf 141: Mafia AU!

(Im world building rn + epilogue/ extra scene to the 1st Chapter)

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So I was thinking how, the relationship would build between the 5 (Tf 141 and reader) naturally, ‘cause I want the story to build off of like small interactions and one shots but sometimes have like, coherent chapters in between to stabilize the “plot” per se.

(Im rusty with my writing skills and I kinda dont edit, ‘cause this is just practice for me but still lmao)

And I want it to be something gradual (just call it slow burn, they say) and I know I write interactions in a slow kinda way where it bounces back and forth from person to person, showing the reader’s perspective then subtly shifting to the character’s perspective— but I think I want to experiment into that, focusing more on dialogue and conversational exchanges that shows how close their relationship has gotten.

For ex, I was thinking how Soap was still wary of reader in the first chap- not as affectionate as he is with his mates right off the bat, he’s wary and it comes naturally in his line off work. You’re an oddity sure, but its not like he’ll put down his walls for you (yet). His speech is rough and clipped, not wanting to reveal much but letting you be privy to the information he can provide- in the mean time anyways.

Yet , at the same time, I want to show his attraction—

He’s enamored and has (maybe) a little crush, but who wouldn’t when you’re so pretty? Sitting there in the room where they grew up, blanket lazily draped across your form as your barely awake self tries to wake up on his bed, hair poking out in all sorts of places, drool dried at the side of your mouth but damn did he think you were a fresh sight to see in this city.

Maybe you were seducing him? Or was it the allure of the domesticity that was lacking in their relationship? He puts those thoughts to the back of his head ‘till he waits for the news of that meeting he was left out of last night- he feels its important when checking out who you really are.

They can’t afford to be careless, but on the other hand- you kinda were, when you first met them unfortunately, that is. Absent-minded and clumsy, that was what he thought of you as he stared at your tripped up self, sadly sitting in a puddle in pain. You were pale, shivering, and simply a mess.

Honestly, the more that he thought about it, the more it didn’t make sense to treat you like a threat. Well, at least not an active one at that. You could have been having an off day as a spy or an assassin, but if it were him— he wouldn’t be caught slacking like that in public, whether people knew him or of his occupation either way.

He could even see how you lowered your guard! Jeez, you should be more careful- especially with people like him and his mates- if you’re new to the place. He thinks you might be a lil’ looney for going to this place, especially that part of the city when all of its occupants know that it was mostly a dangerous area to get in to and stay at.

As the neutral hub for all of the mafioso around the cities, it is the one place for regular folks not to get involved in. (Unless you want to meet them of course, but he doubts that was your intention… or, shit- it could have been, considering how Price found something on you.)

Now he thinks of you as a potential client, which makes him feel worse of how off-handedly he treated you.

He knew he was gettin’ an ass kickin’ from Ghost if you were, surely.

Alas, what done has been done- at least you still treated him normally as he left, so he thinks he left a good impression.

Though, that wasn’t at the forefront of your mind right now.

Quite literally, you were being worked to the bone for information from the old Italian couple that helped you stay at their lodgings at the 2nd floor of their bakery.

“‘It’ll help un-fuck my week,’ they said but all gave me was a hope that my minimum wage self has to fight for as they get free labor in return!”

But you don’t dare say that, knowing you were speaking out of turn and out of misplaced anger so you keep your mouth shut- cleaning up the bakery for the opening in the morning.

The couple was sweet, but they were also strict, telling you that “you should move your arse so you can sweat off the sick!” Which… you didn’t want to make sense off so you just nodded, asking if that was the compensation for the information of finding your place, and they agreed. On the stipulation that you work and do all the chores on the list they handed you, making you gape and about to ask for a little consideration— but they quickly disappear, out of sight and out of mind, they say.

And you think that was better before you started mouthing off, not get anything, and then end up lost once more— which you wanted to avoid at all costs so you did sweat off the sick.

Albeit, you looked worse for wear.

Which Ghost bluntly points out as you waited their table.

…let’s just say that it was an overtime work-shift that you didn’t get money for and old italian people were slave drivers.

(yes, i made the love-hate relationship start with nonna and nonno)

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The Little Merman -D.G. Part Five

Warnings: Language, a little bit of angst, some violence (particularly against Wally)

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Pairing: Merman!Dick Grayson x Reader

Word Count: 2.4K

A/N: Hello everyone! Look at me being semi-consistent with updates. From where this series is tracking, there is going to be one more part and maybe an epilogue. I hope you all enjoy this!

“Quick! Take a left!” 

Dick nodded and ran, turning left only to be met with a balcony that led out into the shore. 

Turning to face Roy with a questioning look, he saw him turn the corner and stop to catch his breath. “No time to wait, grab your crab and let's just hope we make this jump.” 

Before Dick could even pretend to voice his concern, Roy grabbed his shoulders and launched them both into the ocean. The two of them fell only for a few moments before they crashed into the waves below. 

Dick didn’t have to worry about Alfred as much as he had to make sure he made it back to the surface. His eyes burned, opening them underwater trying to get his bearings to see what way was up. He caught a glimpse of Roy, and swam the same direction as he did. 

Breaking the surface, Dick took a deep breath and fought to keep his head above water. The one thing he missed about his tail was how powerful it was. It easily could’ve kept him and Roy afloat. But here he was, tailless. 

Feeling something nudge his side, Dick saw a familiar orange friend. 

“Long time, no sea.” Wally chuckled, helping keep Dick afloat. “Get it? Sea?” 

If Dick could talk, he would’ve told him how stupid it was. 

Wally only laughed, and pulled Dick after Roy who managed to find a little portion of the beach to take surface on. Letting out a sigh of relief, Dick pulled himself onto shore, with Alfred crawling up beside him, Wally staying nearby in the shallow part of the water. 

Laying back on the sand, Dick draped an arm over his eye trying to catch his breath. There were so many words Dick wanted to yell at Roy, but that would be saved for later. 

Roy took a look around as he wrung out his hair. “Is that big weird looking fish a friend of yours too?” 

Dick simply nodded. 

“Cool, so we have a crab, a fish, a human merman who can’t talk, and a captain of the guard on the run from an evil sea octopus.” Roy counted, putting a finger up for each thing. “Did I miss anything?” 

“It seems I missed a lot.” 

Both Dick and Alfred turned to look at Wally with an unamused look. 

There was a loud foghorn in the distance, Dick and Roy standing to see a large passenger ship taking off into the sea. It seemed in all their scheming, and running from the others, the wedding had been put together and you were off to marry a literal monster. 

Dick’s eyes went wide, his breath catching in his throat. You were so far away, how was he going to ever catch up, and stop it? 

Roy looked over and saw Dick going gray, wavering on his feet. Rushing over, he threw an arm over his shoulders to keep him up. “Woah there, Dick you have got to breathe.” he coaxed. “We will fix this, but you have to keep your cool.” 

Hearing Roy’s voice helped ground Dick to reality, Alfred’s light tapping as he stood on his foot. Taking slow deep breaths, Dick was able to see clearly again and keep himself standing. Nodding a little, Roy hesitated before letting him go. 

“Is there anyone else we can call for help?” 

Dick looked between Alfred and Wally before he nodded. “Master Wallace, you stay here with Master Richard and help him with anything he needs. I will go and alert Master Bruce of what’s going on.” 

Sparing a last look at Dick, Alfred nodded before he jumped into the sea and swam off. 

Letting out a shaky breath, Dick pushed back his doubtful thoughts. He couldn’t afford to think about the possibilities of losing you to Slade, and watching the destruction of his kingdom and yours at his hands. Looking at Roy, he gave him a firm nod. 

“We have to get you on that boat, got any ideas?” 

Dick looked around, they didn’t have much at their disposal. They were surrounded by rocks, sand and some driftwood that rolled in from the waves. None of it seemed useful to them, especially when none of them had magic of their own. 

Slade had to have something to channel his magic through while he was on land. Running a hand through his hair, Dick began to pace across the sand. He hadn’t gotten a good look at Slade before they were chased out, and he wasn’t exactly sure how to act it out to Roy considering he’s never met him before that morning. 

Roy watched as Dick paced, eyebrows raised. He could tell there was a lot going on in his mind, but he was at a loss for communicating as well. Roy had no idea where to start, other than to ask a thousand questions to try and narrow things down. 

“Hey, Dick hold up a second.” 

Dick stopped in his tracks, looking at his companion. 

“We need to stop Spade, right? And he used some sea magic or whatever on Y/N to put her under a spell?” 

Dick nodded, fidgeting with his shirt. 

“How did he cast a spell on her in the first place if he was on land?” 

Dick’s eyes widened. That was a really good question, Dick looked expectantly at his fishy friend to see if he knew the answer. 

Wally just simply looked between them, before he finally got the hint that Dick was now asking him. 

“You know this is better suited to Alfred–” Wally stopped as Dick threw a rock at him, dodging out of the way. “Okay, rude. But all magic has to be used through an object, at least in our world. Slade is from our world, so he has to abide by the rules even on land. For Bruce it’s the Trident, Talia, it’s her emerald necklace, Kori has her massive amethyst crystal, and wasn’t there a Chrysocolla stone you were supposed to inherit when you took over? ” 

Dick stood there and listened to Wally’s ramblings about the various magic users they knew and what granted them their magic. 

He really wished he paid more attention in his studies. 

Going through the items, the only one different was Bruce and his trident. But that was the only legendary item left of their world, the rest destroyed in wars against other kingdoms and humans. 

Emerald, amethyst, chrysocolla, ruby, sapphire, all the major families of the undersea world have a powerful gemstone that was the root of their magic. Was it possible that Slade was in possession of one too?

Looking over himself, Dick wasn’t in possession of anything that could be in relation to a gemstone. Walking over, Dick gestured to Roy to hold his hands up. 

“What are you looking for?” 

Letting out a sigh of defeat, Dick made a circular shape with his hands before pointing at the rocks around them. 

“A round rock?” Dick waved him on, “A stone?” 

Dick nodded quickly. 

“A stone is how you do magic in your world?” Roy watched as Dick nodded his head around, making a so-so motion with his hand. 

“Alright, so Spade has some sort of magic stone. Do you know what it looks like?” 

Dick shook his head, before motioning to places a gemstone would normally be.

“These stones are something you typically wear?” At this, Dick nodded again. 

Roy thought back, he was more concerned for you than he was assessing what the man was wearing but…

“Does the stone have to be big? Like something to fit a ring?” 

Dick nodded enthusiastically. 

“And if I told you he was wearing a ring with an unnaturally blue gemstone on it?” 

Both Dick and Wally were jumping, the latter yelling. “That has to be it!” 

Dick nodded in agreement, finally they were getting somewhere. 

Roy grinned. “Now this is the beginning of a plan my friend.” 

It took them less than half an hour to come up with a plan, and another 20 before they caught up to the boat that was floating just off shore of the castle. With the help of Wally, both Roy and Dick managed to get across the water in a timely manner. 

Gripping onto the rope hanging off the end, Roy and Dick shared a look. After this, there was no going back. They had to get Slade’s ring, break the spell and find a way to fight a sea demon. 

“Once we get on deck, we are going to be found pretty quickly. You leave the fighting to me, and you get that ring.” 

Dick nodded, the two of them sharing a last smile before he began to climb. Once he was on deck, he ducked behind a few barrels and hid from the oncoming guards. He couldn’t risk the chance of them being under Slade’s spell like Victor and Kyle were. 

Quietly, he crept through before he came upon the large open deck where the wedding was taking place. 

“If anyone should object to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace.” 

It was now or never, Dick took a deep breath and ran. Before the guests, you or Slade could process what was happening, Dick dove and tackled Slade to the ground. 

“What the– you!” Slade growled and kicked Dick off of him before straightening out his suit. “You don’t know when to accept that you’ve lost do you?” 

Dick only grinned, with a cockly tilt to his head as he rose to his feet. Behind him, he heard a load of commotion, sparing a glance back to see a variety of sea creatures finding themselves on board to cause chaos and stop the guards from reaching him. 

Hopefully, Roy made it alright. 

Slicking his hair back, Slade grinned a smarmy grin. “You can’t just leave well enough alone, can you? You had the perfect life, but you had to have more. Now look where that’s gotten you.” 

Dick glanced at his right hand, and sure enough there it was. A ring with an unnatural blue stone on it.  Standing up straight, Dick clenched his fist. He had to stop him, time wasn’t on his side and he only had so much of it before the sun set. 

“Dick catch!” 

Looking to his left, he saw Roy tossing him a sword. Diving to catch it, Dick turned back to Slade barely reacting to his attack in time, blocking his sword with his. 

“Seems our young prince has learned a few things, but you won't win this, kid. No one has ever beaten me, and you won’t be the last to lose.” 

Dick glared before pushing him back, gaining his balance before their duel began. 

Slade was the better swordsman, Dick barely able to hold his own. Ducking a slash to his throat, Dick grabbed a vase and threw it at him unaware of others around him. Slade’s attacks were relentless, Dick keeping up the defense. 

Slowly, Slade had backed him to the edge of the boat before disarming him, pressing the blade to his throat, gripping the front of his shirt as he dangled him overboard. 

“You know, I was going to use you to get Bruce to hand over everything to me. But you’re too much of a nuisance to be kept alive, guess I’ll send you back in pieces.” 

Slade raised his blade, to bring it down on Dick who tried desperately to hold back his wrist but his strength was waning. 

Suddenly there was a crash, and water and roses came down around Slade’s head stunning him for a few moments. Looking behind him, Dick saw Tara there, with vase shards in her hands. 

“That’s for trying to hurt my friend.” 

Taking his moment, Dick pushed out of Slade’s hold and grabbed the ring off his hand. The second it was off, Dick felt a rush of wind around him with the sound of distant voices among it. 

A soft blue light rose out of the ring, it swirling around him in the air. The more Dick listened, he realized it was his own voice he heard. 

 “The toughest of sharks, through the darkest of depths.” 

“You look tired Timmers, why don’t you get some rest?” 

 “You what, Bruce? You decided to marry me off without so much as telling me, let alone asking if I wanted to marry her?” 

“You and I both know Bruce is never going to change his mind. I love Kori, but we are just friends.”

“I want you to make me human.”

You watched, your vision coming into focus with the scene in front of you. The black haired man–no Dick, was caught in a whirlwind and...

Why were you in a wedding dress, and why didn’t you remember how you got there?

Suddenly, the blue light went into Dick and the wind fanned out around everyone leaving Dick standing there with a wide eyed look. 

“Dick?”

At your voice, he quickly turned around. “Y/N?”

Dick almost jumped at the sound of his own voice, before he threw his sword and the now black ring aside and ran to you. Meeting him halfway, you ran into his arms as he wrapped them around you tightly. 

“Oh my god, Dick you’re talking!” 

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I did something incredibly stupid and–” 

“Dick, whatever you did it’ll be okay I promise.” 

Dick cupped your face making you look at him. “No Y/N, you don’t understand. I’ve been trying to tell you this entire time–”

You ran your hands over his chest meeting his eyes. “Tell me what?” 

“Y/N, I’m not from here. I’m–” 

Dick was cut off by a loud crack of thunder before he began to feel his weight get heavier. Hitting the deck with a loud thud, you watched with wide eyes as scales formed on his face, and where his legs used to be was now a large massive, blue tail flapping against the deck. 

Kneeling down beside him, you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. Dick was a merman, you’re merman from all those secret meetings. How did you not put it together, all the signs were there from the moment he appeared on the beach barely clothed and unable to walk properly. 

“Dick, how did you–” 

There was a low chuckle behind you. Turning to look, you saw your almost husband rise to his feet. 

“You’re too late, kid,” he grinned, picking up the discarded ring. 

Dick looked out to the horizon and his blood ran cold. The sun had set, he lost. Dick now was a slave to the sea demon, for all eternity.

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[jaxobeat]

🆘 i need your help! 🆘

hi! making a new post bc my other one died down

my name is jax and i really need help securing funds for permanent housing. i have been pretty much unhoused for 2 years now and the only safe option i have left is to move to canada with my partner & friends

the immigration process has been very difficult and i need help covering the costs for fees (applications, medical testing, etc) while also trying to meet my basic needs in the meantime. i am disabled in more ways than one and it’s incredibly difficult to keep a steady income. when i DO have a job, i’m faced with so much ableism that i need to quit.

ways to help are down below, along with a graphic to share!

CA: $jayxbean

Vnmo: @jayxbean

P4yP4l: @jada0604

E-Transfer: elgrimdesmone@gmail.com

[ Photo ID: a flyer titled “mutual aid”, on the left is a picture of Jax who is a black trans person. he’s wearing a covid mask, glasses, and a black and gray beanie with cat ears. his hairstyle is pink and blonde locs. underneath the photo is a list of jax’s usernames on different money sending apps. in the top right is a block of text that reads: “i’m jax, and i’ve been fighting to stay housed for 2 years now. i have the chance for permanent housing in canada but i need funds to cover moving costs while also affording daily needs like medication and food. i’m disabled and can’t keep a steady income/job and it makes things difficult. please support me if you can!” underneath the text is a list titled “Goals”]

https://gofund.me/1d05fe0d

[sanatomis]

why do some parents make such a big deal out of the most basic fucking tasks

[noblemalone]

What if Dragon Age but they all work at Costco

it’s been 20 minutes and I’m already obsessed with this AU

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[girlishwhimsies]

unfortunately i have to yap more on the economic divides.

just there are so many implications and complications when it comes to generational wealth vs cycles of poverty. cycles of poverty my beloved in fiction and beloathed in life

i yapped a lot in the tags of my last post so read those too but i will be yapping so much here too!!! the way it affects familial relationships consumes me, two bits father leaves and suddenly now his mom has to go work and she sure as hell can’t get a great job cause she’s a greaser so she probably doesn’t have much education and she’s an asian woman in the 60s!! she’s now a single mom with kids to take care of. so she ends up working as a waitress or something similar and uses that money to scrape by, food stamps were starting to become a thing in the 60s as well so she def used those. and then she has two children. she can’t get them through college and two bit knows he has to step up and be the man of the house and that means finding some way to make money so he has to drop outta school cause he needs to get a job. that’s what greasers do and that’s what was always gonna end up happening to him. the cycle didn’t start with him or end with him but it has to keep going l

ace and steve too. bounced around to different homes, never having one home with a steady flow of income, having to find ways to get through it. ace who didn’t trust any men, especially when money was involved, and only trusted those close to her!!! the cycle of poverty hits them all again as her and her brothers can’t rely on a father to bring in income. god plus the way that poverty creates addicts due to the stress of it all and then addiction further fuels poverty since you have to buy your vices. some addicts can’t hold a steady job which makes it even worse. all cycling in on itself over and over again. and that’s not even mentioning the clear redlining that tilly mentions in her ace backstory (this may even be a whole other post tbh) the town is designed to keep the poor poorer and the rich richer.

johnny who in my mind is clearly food insecure (y’all saw the way that boy snatched that food from dally and hid it away immediately right) never quite sure where he is gonna get food from besides the curtis’s since his parents spend most of the money on alcohol. the anxiety that would bring him and it impacts his story so hard cause he always is at a disadvantage due to that. there is a reason that boy looks so small

dally has always travelled, choosing to steal to get what he needs cause he never stays long enough anywhere to get a full job. he’s been labelled a hood since day one anyway and wouldn’t get a great job anyway cause of his skin color so he decides to lean into it and do what he has to do to get by.

then we have the curtis brothers. who were so close to getting out of tulsa. they were able to try to break the cycle and send darry off to college after he was one of the first to get through high school and make it out just for him to have to come straight back. no matter how hard darry tried he couldn’t ever end it but at least he can try to get pony through school and get him a better job that he can succeed in and love comfortably with

more various thoughts i couldn’t fit into any one greaser story- a lot of the kids were most likely mistakes and/or teen pregnancies that they really couldn’t afford to have but had to go through with it anyway. the cycle of addiction that runs through these families. the parents hopes and dreams of getting out never getting fulfilled. the way race plays into poverty as well

then you have the socs who have all the money they need, who have the opportunity to get out and choose not to take it cause tulsa is a source of pride for them. they benefit from the cycle too even if the kids don’t always realize it. just ugh. the way all of it comes into play with the overarching story