#and obviously they’ve done bad things

[feyburner]

I ??? woke up at 3am with this scene fully written in my mind palace and quickly jotted it down in the Notes app

*

Clark’s shaking his head before he realizes he’s doing it, and feels a twinge of embarrassment at his own bad manners when Bruce stops mid-word to look at him, brows raised.

“No?” he says.

“No,” Clark says, again without thinking, and again with the reflexive urge to apologize. Somewhere his mother is tutting without knowing why. But he doesn’t apologize, because he’s already saying, “No, it can’t—it can’t be that.”

“Okay,” Bruce says slowly. “Can you elaborate?”

He is, honestly, having trouble taking his eyes off the screen. The mockup design of his new suit is there, dark and sleek, ridged like tactical gear. The blue is like the last shade of evening before you can’t call it evening anymore, the color of nine PM in Kansas in July, so exact there’s a strong chance Bruce color-picked it from a photo. The yellow accents are the cool fluorescent yellow-green of lightning bugs. The red is dark as arterial blood. Every aspect of the suit has been updated—the colors deeper, the angles sharper, the S extending to the corners of its frame—but Bruce has done it without changing the fundamentals. It’s immediately recognizable as the Superman suit, just… well, a little cooler, maybe. A little more of the times. Even the tailoring is modernized. The neckline. The shape of the boots. Where the belt hits at the waist. Clark can tell just by looking that Bruce has not only spent a lot of time on this in general, he’s spent a lot of time designing it specifically with Clark in mind, Clark’s needs and preferences and the small discomforts of his current suit, things he might have mentioned offhand after a mission but never with the assumption that Bruce was listening or filing it away. No doubt the next slides of this presentation will detail all the hidden features of the new suit, and they’ll all be incredibly thoughtful if not slightly overkill, and Bruce will pretend his sole motive here was practicality and risk reduction and respond to any thanks with a curt nod.

And Clark wants to thank him. He will. It’s just.

“It can’t be… cool,” he says, inane. Bruce is watching him with that steady look that used to feel clinical, piercing, and now mostly reads as attentive. “It can’t be—like yours. Tactical, military-grade.”

“Lightyears beyond, actually.”

“It has to—Ma said once, a kid should be able to draw it with crayons. You know? I can’t look like a weapon. I have to—I want to look like a friend.”

He can feel himself flushing. It’s rare that he speaks like this, and rarer still that he does so while being stared at intently. Bruce may think of himself as the darkness, but his gaze is a spotlight: unwavering and revealing and more a little sweat-inducing, for one reason or another.

“Sometimes, when I show up, people laugh,” Clark says. “If it’s somewhere out of the way, where they haven’t seen me before. I show up and I look like a festival performer. It’ll be the worst day of their lives, and they’ve got no reason to trust my face, but when they see what I’m wearing—it goes from ‘Who are you?’ to ‘Who is this guy?’ And that’s a good thing.”

“Hard to be afraid of a man dressed in primary colors,” Bruce says, almost to himself.

“Exactly.”

“I see. Thank you,” he says, “for explaining.”

Clark tries not to show how surprised he is to hear that. Judging by the crook of Bruce’s mouth, his success is negligible. “Of course. Sorry I didn’t—I mean, thank you, obviously, for going to such trouble. I didn’t mean to come in here and—I really do appreciate it, I can tell you put a lot of work in—”

Bruce’s eyes cut away. “No. No need. I didn’t ask, before I…. It was only a first draft. If you’re amenable, I’ll incorporate your feedback into the second one.”

“Oh! Yeah. Yes, of course, but you really don’t have to—”

“If you have any further notes, I would like to hear them.”

There’s something determined in the lines of his face. Clark has the sense that this moment is important, that it’s a turning point, even if he’s not sure why. It feels like striking out into a sea of ice, a blank white expanse under which something precious and vital is hidden, has been hidden all along, just waiting for him to find it. To want to.

“Sure,” he says. He looks back at the suit and swallows, and knows Bruce will see the flicker of his throat and take some meaning from it, and wishes he knew what the meaning was. Or maybe Bruce won’t notice or read into it at all. Maybe Clark needs to calm down, in fact. “Um. I don’t want to assume, but does it… do things?”

“It does things,” Bruce confirms, after the barest pause. “Let me show you the next slide.”

[undyingdecay]

OKAY!! hear me out. reader x john walker where they’ve talked beforehand about reader getting pregnant and them having a baby. but!! kinda CNC i guess where reader is like “no! you have to pull out!!” and john is like “you feel too fucking good, i’m so sorry” 🫠 but obviously it’s fine. sorry for the brain rot and word vomit

(banging on the bars of my enclosure i WANT HIMM)

you and john, of course, had spoken about starting to settle down. it wasn’t some picture-perfect conversation over candlelight or at the foot of a bed tangled up in satin sheets. no — it was late at night, one too many beers deep, both of you bone-tired from the world and sick of it kicking the shit out of you. some movie was playing low in the background, something old and dumb that john grumbled through the whole way, and you’d said something offhand about being a good wife.

and he went quiet after that.

not in the stiff, pissed-off kind of way he sometimes got when he couldn’t say what he meant, but in that soft, heavy way — the one where he’d let a big, warm hand slide over your thigh and just hold it, thumb moving in slow circles like he was trying to memorize the shape of you.

after that, it was inevitable.

you were looking at rings.

then finally buying a house — nothing fancy, just good bones and a yard big enough for the dog he swore up and down he didn’t want.

a little german shepherd pup that pissed on the floor and chewed his boots.

“too much goddamn work,” john grumbled. “i’m not taking care of some mutt.”

and yet two weeks later, you came home to find them curled up together on the couch, the pup dozing against his broad chest, john’s hand absently scratching behind her ear like it was the most natural thing in the world. you didn’t even bother teasing him about it. just smiled, pressed a kiss to his temple, and the next morning you quietly tossed your birth control in the trash like it’d never existed.

you’d both wanted this. maybe too much.

ready to live out those stupid little daydreams you used to laugh at, pretending it could never be you. a house. a dog. maybe a baby if life didn’t spit in your face first.

but john was a hardass.

and you were stubborn.

so even after all the talks, even knowing you were both aching for it, there was still this push and pull between you. a give-me-take-it, say-no-make-me game that neither of you ever really meant but both of you loved to play.

and that night, it was thick in the air.

the way he had you on your back, legs trembling against his waist, his cock driving into you hard enough to rock the bed against the wall.

the thick, heady smell of sweat, sex, and that faint ghost of his cologne still clinging to his throat, the way his dog tags slapped against his chest with every rough thrust.

it slipped out before you could think.

“john — no, you have to pull out. you promised.”

and the minute you said it, you knew.

knew from the rough sound that tore out of his throat, from the way his hips stuttered for just a second before grinding deeper, harder, like he was trying to climb inside you.

“too fucking good—you’re so fucking wet, you want this so bad—fuck—don’t you?,” he groaned, voice cracking with it, low and desperate. “can’t. can’t stop now.”

you tried to wriggle, nails digging into his broad, sweat-slicked shoulders, some weak little protest about how you weren’t ready. about how this wasn’t what you agred to.

but your cunt betrayed you — clenching down, wet and eager, the thick slide of him dragging against every oversensitive nerve ending you had. and you hated how much you loved it.

“i’m sorry,” he groaned into your neck, and he wasn’t. not even a little bit.

his grip on your hips tightened, fingers leaving bruises he’d smirk at later.

“told you we’d start trying soon, didn’t i? i meant it.”

you felt his cock twitch inside you, that telltale pulse, and you were done for. the heat, the stretch, the desperate, filthy promise in his voice sending you right to the edge.

and when he finally came, it was a guttural, broken sound — hips jerking, cock spilling hot and thick inside you, enough to spill out around him in slick, messy drips.

he stayed buried to the hilt, grinding those last few lazy thrusts into you, unwilling to let any of it go to waste.

the room was heavy after that.

nothing but the sound of your ragged breaths, the faint hum of the ceiling fan above.

his big hand brushed through your hair, cradling the side of your face as he leaned down and kissed the corner of your mouth.

“guess we’ll see what happens now,” he murmured, voice soft and smug, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.

and you knew then — there wasn’t any going back.

you didn’t want to, either.

[clockwayswrites]

The Haunting of Danny Fenton Chapter 2, Part 1

masterpost - this is just a first draft, please no editing or concrit! I have had a migraine for over a week now (。﹏ 。)

“Are you even sure that they’re here with us now?” Mina asked as she shuffled her tarot cards almost absentmindedly.

Mina was taking Danny’s request apparently very seriously. They had moved from the cozy kitchen into the appropriately mysterious reading room. Mina sat in her navy blue, wingback chair. Danny stood next to the more demure guest chair at the table. The candles were even lit.

He picked up on of the coins scratched with odd symbols and turned it over in his fingers. He knew that Mina would use them as oracle coins with her cards, a way to add more depth to what was being told, but they were basically a complete mystery to him.

Danny set the coin back down. “They’re here. I think they feel bad for the seizure so they’ve been sticking close. There’s this… you know old monitors and screens? The big chunky ones. If you got close to them you could basically feel the static electricity coming off of them? That’s what their presence feels like to me.”

“Oh, huh. The cards can sometimes feel that way to me when I’m picking them,” Mina said. Her head was tilted thoughtfully, her eyes just slightly absent. “I wonder if they’re less ghost and more magic. Or if they were magic when they were alive? Magic of course being used loosely here for a variety of otherwordly and arcane forces.”

“Maybe,” Danny agreed with a helpless little shrug. “Like I’ve said, they don’t feel like a normal ghost, but if they’re not a ghost I don’t know why they came to me. Someone like you would be better at helping them if they’re magic and not dead.”

“On the surface, sure, but like, you don’t feel like a ‘normal’—” Mina made airquotes with her fingers around the word normal. “—human yourself.”

“Say what now?”

“Well you don’t!” Mina finally set the cards down so that she could motion freely as she talked. “It’s not something that the average person is going to pick up on, but to an adapt like me you also feel like you’re an adapt or something. Heck, I bet that you’ve met some people that you just weird out for no real reason you can tell. That’s the otherness.”

Well, she was right, he had freaked people out before, but he had always thought that was just a bad day and his ghostliness was bleeding through a little or something. He wasn’t magic.

“Now sit down,” Mina said.

Danny blinked. “I’m not who you’re reading.”

“No, but I can’t read them, so I’ll have to read them through you,” Mina explained like it was the most obviously thing.

It was best just to trust Mina, Danny figured, and took the seat across from her. Immediately, Hubris jumped up in Danny’s lap and nudged at his fingers for a pet. Mina stacked the deck straight and slid it over.

“Shuffle these for me. Don’t try to focus inside or on a question or anything, just focus on them.”

“Them as in them and not them as in the cards, right?”

Mina rolled her eyes. “Yes, Danny.”

“Look, I’m just making sure! I don’t do magic,” Danny said as he started to shuffle. It was a little hard to do so, what with Hubris trying to bat the cards away, but Danny did his very best to focus on the ghost. He thought about how it felt to interact with them. What they looked like. What the echo of their nearly there voice sounded like.

The tags on Hubris’ collar zapped Danny with a sudden zap of static electricity and Danny put down the deck to shake his hand out. Mina snapped them up as soon as he did. He guessed he was done shuffling.

“Ghost friend,” Mina called out. (Danny thought the ‘friend’ bit was generous.) “If you can hear me, focus on what got you in this mess.”

Danny leaned forward to try, as always, to see if he could sense something from Mina as she cut the cards, fanned out several on the table in front of her, and ran her fingers along them. As always, he didn’t see a damn thing about what made her pick the card she did.

Mina gave the sort of sucked in breath that pulled her bottom lip into her teeth as she flipped over the first card. It was the Tower. The bricks detailed by gold foil outlines that paled in comparison to the large lightning bolt striking it.

“Not good?” Danny asked.

“Very not good. You know how Death isn’t actually a card to fear?”

Danny nodded.

Mina tapped the card. “This is the card to fear.”

“Huh. Damn.”

[jinxs-gf]

Black Cat!Reader x The Team Headcanons

Black Cat!Reader x The Team

note: just because you’re in place of Black Cat doesn’t mean this is fem!reader! this is very gender neutral besides the mention of lipstick briefly…even then that’s not lady exclusive :)

content/warnings: this is seemingly set during s1 like my other yj fics but I imagine everyone being way older 😔🙏🏽 it’s weird but just roll with it pretty please. also…a bit suggestive??

word count: 3.6k

a/n: I wouldn’t have done this but this anon gave me the idea and I HAD to expand on it unfortunately

THE TEAM (platonic)

Lots and lots of flirting from reader, OBVIOUSLY. do y’all even KNOW Black Cat????? it would be relentless. and no matter how annoying and probably overwhelming it got, you wouldn’t back down

with even the toughest/hardest to crack team members

it’s not even like you’re attempting to lure them in…or get romantically involved (unless…), it’s just how you are. who can blame you! flirting is fun

you started off as just another “villain of the day.” Someone they could take on easily. They thought of you as a pity mission. An bad guy as small as a simple thief? What fun was that?! They’ve taken down Gods, magicians, robots…and Red Tornado assigned them a thief??? It was a joke.

until it wasn’t. until Batman saw potential in you (because of course he did. Robin was not happy about this.)

You earned the nickname Cat, which was a nickname in itself for Kitty Cat (Wally's idea, not yours, you gave him hell for it)

your first mission with them was definitely something. messy, to say the least

it was weird, the whole mind link thing. you made jokez and flirted through the link as a way of coping because…well you felt out of place

everyone was so close with each other, not to mention they didn’t come from a background of “bad guy shenanigans”

you felt like an outcast for the longest time, until everyone was revealing vulnerable secrets with each other before a mission. you finally spoke your insecurities with your place on the team

you and Artemis had the same worries (more or less) and bonded over that

you finally were able to let loose and just…be yourself around them

you became soft

the flirting and teasing was still there, however it was saved for missions

you preferred to keep Black Cat’s reputation

individual relationships

ROBIN (romantic)

He was very much against the idea of you being on the team. Sure you weren’t a crazy villain that hurt people (maybe not physically…but you were definitely a heartbreaker, Robin concludes)

You were still a thief at the end of the day. A bad person. And he didn’t like that.

It was Batman’s idea—and usually Batman had great ideas. This was a very bad one. He hated every bit of it.

…until he got to know you better

Taking you down was easy. “Easiest job I’ve ever had,” Robin boasts.

You pout, “that’s not very nice.”

Ha. He knocked you down a peg. Good. You needed a little humbling-

“-How come you’re lying to me, Robin? I thought we had something.”

Uh oh. He absolutely hated when you used that sickeningly sweet voice on him.

Of course you didn’t believe his lie. Of course you could tell how difficult that mission really was.

It’s not apart of his proudest moments. He hesitated to stop you on the mission, completely caught off guard by your flirtatious behavior. I mean, who wouldn’t be?!

In a moment of weakness, he let you go. Awestruck by the kiss you left imprinted on his cheek. Something he got teased relentlessly for.

The rest of the team finished the job for him after that.

In the back of his mind he knows the only reason he didn’t like the idea of you being on the team was because he…knew it wouldn’t end well for him. He was sure to be on your long list of broken hearts (a list that was never confirmed to even exist)

It made sense in his mind…he was Robin. A bird. And you were a cat. A right recipe for disaster. You’d trap him in your greedy little claws and eat him alive.

Over time that perspective changed.

Robin hates to admit it, but he’s softer now. Softer around you. For you.

“I know who you are,” he says with that arrogant smirk.

“So why can’t I know who you are?”

“Only…really important and trustworthy people know. The only person who knows besides Batman is Wally. He’s my best friend.”

“Why doesn’t that include me?” you’re practically purring, rubbing a finger down his face, “am I not important enough to you?” You pout for show

He looks dejected, like he was having an internal battle with himself. And you could tell which part of him was losing.

Your fingers inch slowly towards his mask, ready to lift-

“Robin.” And the stupid, stupid monotone voice that belonged to Batman interrupted you.

You’ll get him back for that.

Robin was now being scolded, but he was having none of it.

“It was a moment of weakness.”

“It will not happen again. No more moments of weakness. You’re growing, your body is going through a lot of different things. Keep it in your pants-”

“Whoa old man! Whoa! That’s going too far. And what about Selina?! You’ve had many moments of weakness because of her. You can’t scold me for this one time.”

“It’s because of my experience with Catwoman that I know better. I’m trying to stop you from…getting hurt.”

Robin calls bullshit on that. What could you possibly do to hurt him? (Thoughts that completely contradict his first impressions of you)

The next time he sees you he’ll spill everything. He’ll let you know that he does trust you and that you do matter. That you’re important to him.

Just to spite Bruce. And maybe because he really likes you and wants you to know it.

It was his idea to bring you onto the team anyways…he’s just giving Bruce exactly what he wanted. A warm welcome to a new teammate.

WALLY (romantic)

Wally was so happy someone FINALLY reciprocated his advances. And especially with a catch like you? Black Cat?! He was over the moon.

At first.

It quickly came to be too much. He's been waiting, praying for someone to match his energy, but now that he's got it? He's not exactly sure how to handle it. He's gotten so used to being blown off, teased, and scolded for his flirting that it was weird when you flirted back.

He was of course the first to tease you when you officially joined the team. He gave your your nickname, Kitty Cat. You despised the name and him for the longest time.

Wally was annoying. Taunting you at all times. Calling to you as if you were an actual cat.

He'd click his tongue, "here kitty kitty."

And for that, your flirting was meaner towards him (compared to how you treated everyone else). Which is the exact reason why he couldn't handle the teasing from you. It wasn't the normal way Robin would, "oh yeah, Wally can't phase the way Flash does. Otherwise he gets a nosebleed. Right, loser?" Or the way Artemis would, "ugh, you flirt like a divorced 40 year old who's desperate for a rebound. Loser."

No, your teasing was quite different. You laughed cruelly, throwing your head back for show, "Come get it before it's gone, loser."

So. He was still a loser to you, but it seemed you actually liked that about him. Maybe.

Wally didn't like it as much as he thought he would. It ruined his cool guy facade (one that didn't exist, Robin would say). It was humbling, the way he suddenly tumbled over his words, face flushed red and all.

More than humbling. It was embarrassing.

You bring him down to the mat with a loud THUD. Much like the time Black Canary beat him during their first time training. Except you used your weight, tumbling on him (and straddling him in the process. Great).

Embarrassing embarrassing embarrassing.

The only person that was able to truly catch him was his best friend, Robin. And that's with years of experience with the speedster. You'd know him all of a few months and you're able to do it?!

"It won't happen again,” referring to his teasing of your name, naming you Kitty Cat and clicking his tongue at you.

“Or I’ll have to teach you a lesson. Much different from this one.” And you casually walk away.

Wally desperately wanted to get up, to humble you back. But he couldn't. He felt physically incapable of doing so.

You had really done it. You slowed down the (second) fastest man alive.

Wow.

"Wow. That was extremely painful to watch," of course Robin had something to say about it.

"Shut up man."

KALDUR (romantic)

It was "unprofessional," he said.

Unprofessional your ass. It was perfectly professional. A lot of people on the teams had partners within those same teams. Black Canary and Green Arrow, Superman and Wonder Woman (exes—but that still counts for something), Conner and M’gann acted like a couple and no one said anything! So what was the problem?

Well apparently there wasn’t a problem…seeing as this “relationship” was more welcomed—as in, Kaldur didn’t tell the Black Cat off when they made advances towards him. Besides when he called their behavior “unprofessional.” That was once. He didn’t say a word of it after that.

In fact, he allowed—dare anyone say encouraged it.

On missions you were attached to his hip. Even if he assigned you to be by Artemis’ side or assist Robin, you wouldn’t listen. And he didn’t say anything about it, instead informing the team to continue on with the plan.

His professional act as the team leader never faltered, not even you could break it down. He merely tolerated your flirting (his words, though you knew better. He loved it).

The team was each in their individual positions scoping out the area, ready to attack at a moments notice. Kaldur was squatted down and you decided it was the perfect opportunity to pounce on him (as you usually did). You wrapped your arms around his neck, now on his back.

“Does the team leader have time for some sweet talk?”

“I, we have a job to do, Cat. Focus.”

You hum, “What are we doing here again?”

He starts relaying the plan to you, you taking note of the way he doesn’t scold you (he repeated the plan to the team multiple times on the way over, he surely would’ve berated one of the other guys for not listening). You never had any intentions of listening, only wanting a chance to annoy him.

“Blah blah blah, is this your version of sweet talk?” You squish his face between your fingers and plant a kiss on his cheek.

He only sighs, “Later. After the mission is complete.”

For once, your find yourself surprised. He’s promising to reciprocate your advances?

This should be fun.

CONNER (romantic)

M'gann was more subtle with her flirting (not really, especially with the way she blushes), more timid and on the nose about her feelings. You? You got straight to the point. Kind of like how open Artemis was when she first joined the team. She had no shame letting the team know telepathically how attractive she thought Superboy was. Seriously, what was it with new recruits and taking an immediate liking to Conner? Why not the other three boys? What did he have that they didn't!

Although Artemis gave up on that crush at first sight almost immediately

You? Not so much. it was very noticeable that the Black Cat was adamant on cracking the boy of steel. it seemed like an impossible mission, but with a little determination and a couple sultry words? it was pretty damn easy

This is very much an enemies to lovers type relationship (kinda):

At the beginning, when you first met, he was open to new relationships. Getting to know people he could count on within the team, though that openness completely died down. Your flirting was nonstop. Even on missions! How was he supposed to concentrate on the task at hand when you found time to graze his arm or speak soft words to him?

You annoyed him, sosososo much it wasn't even funny. Even more than M'gann did. Both of you were insistent, that's for sure. But one was more bold than the other. He tried telling himself it was because he didn't like you: at least with M'gann he wanted a relationship to come from it (not necessarily romantic)

But with you...he hated you. No. He hated the way he reacted to your advances...he hated admitting to himself that your words affected him. That he felt something not so platonic for you. Damn you and your stupid flirting. It was surely going to be the death of him. And that's saying something: the clone of the man of steel actually breaking down? unheard of.

But you managed to do it. Unfortunately.

Conner finds himself thinking about you, more than he'd like. Another reason to dislike you. You take up his mind. Every waking moment and every dream. It's infuriating.

And now he was starting to worry about you during missions. He saw you get knocked down, away from the rest of the team. The fall looked nasty, and with the way you seem to lie there with no intention of getting back up, he's sure you've been knocked out

Conner tries to ignore the way his heart clenches at the sight, kind of like the way it does when concerning you in different context

It gives him the courage to voice his worries, he calls out to you, and as expected: he gets no response

The enemy leans down to your level, ready to do more damage. Conner is quickly snapped out of his daze and starts running over to you

Until he abruptly stops. Because you open your eyes to wink at him, jump up, and take the enemy down with ease.

It's right then that he takes back every thought of admitting he doesn't hate you. Because the stupid smirk you're sending his way reminds him of every reason why he dislikes you.

Everyone is home or in their respective rooms already, leaving you and him. You're behind him, massaging his shoulders gently (your touch wouldn't have persisted if he showed any signs of discomfort, he leaned into it in fact, allowing you to continue)

You bring your head down, cheek to his,

"Oh come on. You can lie to everyone and yourself. But you can't lie to me. I know you were worried back there. Just admit it, Loverboy."

He can only roll his eyes. And blushed. You were never going to live this down.

"I wasn't. Now leave me alone." If only his actions were as convincing as his stern words. Words that would've scared off the likes of M'gann had she been in your position. But you knew better, knew that his shaking hands and quickly warming face meant that his words had no meaning.

Your hand dragged from his shoulder to his chest, right over his heart. Yeah, his words were meaningless with the way his heart was beating for you.

Conner was finally warming up to you and you had him right where you wanted him.

And so you let go. "Whatever you say, Loverboy," and with a kiss to his pink cheek, you leave him alone to ponder his complicated feelings.

Feelings that were in fact not complicated at all. Because Conner was finally, finally ready to admit to himself and to you that he wanted you. So badly.

If only you hadn't pulled away so quickly, he couldn't reciprocated the kiss or two...it would've been an easier, showing you how he feels instead of saying it out loud.

He'll kiss you next time.

M’GANN (romantic)

The Martian can't hide her liking towards you for the life of her. She could’ve even if she tried.

It was near painful, you pitied her. You almost felt bad and stopped teasing her. Almost.

It was fun though, how could you stop?

M’gann would actively seek out your approval and attention when you joined the team. It was only natural, she did it with the rest of the members, so you were no exception.

Besides, the only teammate she was kind of close with was Artemis. Was it sooo wrong of her to want to get close to you?!

Nope! Though she does wish you weren’t so…forward sometimes. Not that it’s unwelcomed, she’s just unsure of how to act because of it. Is she supposed to reciprocate? M’gann has never seen nor experienced such a dynamic on Mars, much less on Earth. So she awkwardly blushes and smiles.

Eventually she gets used to it. And gets very much into it. She won’t vocalize her feelings, instead she’ll mind link and talk that way. Often times it’s easier to communicate through touch. Which says a lot, M’gann would rather use touch?? Not the mind link?? Which was the main source of communication on Mars? Whoa.

It was mainly because…she didn’t want to reveal all her feelings to you. She’s usually able to control what goes through the mind link, having done it since childhood, but you’ve made her mind a complete mess. She all but short circuits when you’re around.

Can anyone blame her?

"You know what I'm thinking?"

"No."

"Well you can read me, can't you Martian girl?"

She giggles at herself, how could she forget? "Hello Megan!"

Her smile turns timid once she reads your mind.

"Oh."

ARTEMIS (romantic)

It was honestly unfair how fast the blonde caught your attention. Her voice. Her stupid raspy voice.

Unfortunately for you, Artemis wasn’t exactly buddy-buddy with you at first. Well, she wasn’t really with any of her teammates. But with time she’s learned to get along with everyone.

“I just wanna get to know you, Blondie. What’s wrong with that?” You asked in the sweetest voice you could muster up, one that usually made everyone fall.

Yet she rolls her eyes.

So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh? Fine.

It was right after a mission, everyone was surrounding Red Tornado, relaying the events to your mentor.

“You know we could’ve took that guy down way faster had you not been on Robin the whole time.”

“Jealous Blondie?

“Stop calling me Blondie!”

You had sleepovers, movie nights, and other hang out outside of missions. With or without the rest of the team. They were fun, the first time you were alone with her is what really got her to warm up to you.

“Ugh! Of course literally everyone else canceled but Cat.” She really seemed to hate you.

You were outside her window, watching as Artemis complained to no one but herself. She once offhandedly commented on how her place was off limits for hangouts (refusing to explain why, which was okay with the team).

You were definitely crossing a boundary doing this, but she seemed upset in the group chat. You couldn’t just leave her by herself.

And then…the Sportsmaster walks in her room. One of the team’s enigmas. A thorn in their side. What the hell?

He does nothing but berate her for not “joining them.” Joining who? Then proceeds to say he’d be happier if she ever thinks to change her mind

“I’m never going to be apart of your messed up team, dad.”

Oh.

And then he’s just…gone.

You’re stunned, and only then does she finally notice you. She ushers you into her room, now berating you for your actions and spying and breaking her boundaries and…

“Your secret is safe with me, babe.” It was meant to be a term of endearment to reassure her,

Friends called each other babe, right?

“Babe?”

“You’d rather be called Blondie?”

She rolls her eyes, “whatever.” And as annoyed as she wanted to seem, she smiled and hugged you gratefully.

It was the only time you allowed yourself to be any kind of vulnerable around her. Or any of the team for that matter.

Once she got over her high horse, it was a very reluctant friendship turned…something more? That’s to be determined. But with the way she now flirts back? You’d say that was a good sign.

“Hey Blondie.”

“You calling me Blondie is the equivalent of Wally calling you Kitty Cat. Maybe I’ll have to teach you a lesson this time around.”

“I like the way you think, babe.” (You say not so platonically this time)

ROY (romantic)

You were on him as soon as he rejoined the team. How could you not be? He was even grumpier than Conner was when he joined, making him extra fun to mess with.

You had no chill when flirting with him, he decided immediately that was annoyed with you. And did not want to be friends.

Because his actual friends brought him joy, they made him laugh and they listened to him when he had bad days. You? You made a bad first impression, therefore he refused give you the chance to do any of those things.

Often telling you to buzz off and if you didn’t he’d “choke you with a hair ball.” Kinky, you replied.

He hated it.

Until you found out about his girl, his other Cat. Cheshire. That’s when things changed. You were less…on him.

"Me and her were never a thing!"

"Getting defensive there. Afraid I'll get jealous?"

"I could care less about your feelings."

“Oh really? Is that right?”

His eye twitched. He couldn’t believe he was trying to…reassure you? Was that what he was doing?

He was trying to make sure you knew he wasn’t with Cheshire. That her feelings were one sided. It’s something he shouldn’t be doing, he tells himself. In fact, he should be doing the opposite. Tell you that she means something to him, or maybe stay quiet and insinuate that they had something going on.

To get you off his back.

You seemed to back off completely when you found out Cheshire flirted with him often on missions when the goal was to take her down. Much like how the team’s predicament when they first met you.

It made you…upset?

And for some reason that made him upset.

“So you’re my Roy Toy? Mine completely?” Wally and Robin had originally griped about the nickname until it eventually made them laugh. They came to appreciate it.

“I’m no one’s. Not yours, not Cheshire’s, not the Justice League’s nor the team’s.”

“You will be mine one day, Speedy. And you’ll love it.”

Roy doesn’t respond but he feels like…there is some truth to your playful statement.

Maybe one day.

bonus:

THE TEAM

They all slowly turn towards you.

"...you've kissed all of us?"

You only shrug, “wasn’t that obvious?”

you can tell I got lazy lmaooo

I hate how I formatted this omg

[brokenmenswhore]

PLEASE🙏🙏

dom james potter x sub reader, where she purposely flirts with one of his friends during one of his quidditch matches(shes in the stands) to get a rise out of him, and becuaseeee hes distracted, gryffindore loses SEVERLY against slytherin and now our man is livid....so..reader gets pretty severly punished, bit obviously with aloootttt of aftercareee

Ifff you dont wanna write this thats okay love!🫶🏻

*cracks knuckles* we are so back also idk if this was rough enough but (i get nervous because sometimes people ask for rough stuff and then i make it rough and they’re like this needs warnings it’s dark!! and im like im sorry im trying)

cost the match | james potter

pairing: james potter x fem!reader

warnings: smut (MDNI 18+), james is pretty mean, rough sex, use of “sir” and light dom/sub play, i did not proofread this

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You knew it was a dangerous game that you were playing, but you needed James, and you needed him bad.

It had been a while since he was rough with you, and you were deprived, to say the least. He had spent the last few weeks training for his Quidditch games, and you were attention starved.

As you watched your boyfriend whiz past the stands as he guided his broom toward the golden snitch, you couldn’t help yourself. You leaned over to Remus, one of James’s best friends.

“Hell of a match today,” you said.

Remus turned to you, almost to ensure that you were talking to him. “Yeah.”

“You’d look good in that red and yellow suit, if you played, you know.”

Remus blushed and continued to watch the match, refusing to acknowledge your flirtations. You looked up to James, who was still laser focused on the match.

You ran a hand over the collar of Remus’s button down shirt. He visibly shuddered, unsure how to react. You slowly moved your fingers under the collar, tracing his prominent collarbone.

“Y/N.”

“Remmy.”

Remus took a deep breath. “Why are you callin’ me pet names, huh?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Dunno.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw James fly by, and could have sworn that he stopped moving.

“You tryna make him jealous?” Remus asked.

“Maybe.”

Remus smiled. “Love, all you had to do was ask. Messing with James is my favorite passtime.”

You giggled at his admission. “You and me both,” you said, continuing to run your hands over his collarbone.

That’s when you checked in on James to see him halfway across the field, stagnant in midair, looking directly at you.

You quickly turned away, forcing yourself to refocus on Remus and really lay it on thick.

You leaned in closer to Remus, whispering “think it’s working already,” into his ear, earning a smile from Remus as he looked toward James.

“And the snitch is in play! Slytherin dives-“

The words over the speaker nearly escaped your attention as you continued to move yourself closer and closer to Remus, so close that your lips could brush together if he turned his head toward you.

You noticed Sirius fly over to James and visibly scold him for his lack of movement, but even after Sirius flew away, James’ focus was on you.

The score was heavily in favor of Slytherin, so much so that if James caught the snitch at that very moment, it would only narrowly be a win.

“And they’ve done it! Slytherin has caught the snitch!”

That was the only thing that diverted James’s attention from you as he looked around frantically, noticing that Gryffindor had not only lost, but lost severely.

You made your way down the stands and toward the locker room, hoping to check on James and the team. Before you could make yourself known, you overheard some chatter from the team.

“What the fuck happened man?”

“I’m sorry, okay?” That was James.

“We got fucking crushed out there, Prongs!”

“Bloody hell, you think I don’t know that? I fucked it up for us, I know!”

“What could have possibly been so distracting?” That was Sirius.

“Nothing, forget it.”

You could hear the venom in his tone. You were so in for it. Enough that you turned around and left, nervous to see him this soon after the match.

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“Wake the fuck up.”

James’s voice scared you out of sleep. Despite him speaking quietly, his tone was so low and gruff that your body knew to obey, even without consciousness, and even though it was extremely late.

You blinked your eyes awake as you turned your body over to look at him. “Jamie, wha-“

“Shut the fuck up,” he said, harshly clamping a hand over your mouth. “You cost us the fucking match today, you know that? You fucking slut, you into Remus now, hm? What’s the matter, had a lot to say to him, but nothing to say to me?”

The hand over your mouth restricted you from speaking. He was intentionally taunting you. You tried to move out of his grasp, but you knew it was hopeless.

“Stay fucking put,” he groaned, “I’m gonna move my hand, and you’re gonna tell me what possible fucking reason you have for eye fucking my best friend and ruining the match.”

James took his hand away from your mouth, and you knew better than to move.

“I just- I, I just-

“I just, I just,” Remus mocked you, giving you a light slap to the cheek, “spit it out.”

You knew that lying was hopeless. “I just wanted to get a rise out of you.”

A low groan came from the base of James’s throat. “You wanted to get a rise out of me, hm? Congratulations, darlin’, you got your fuckin’ way. You’re in a hell of a lot of trouble.”

James gripped your hips roughly and flipped your body effortlessly, your face slamming into the cushioning of the pillow. He pulled everything straight off of your hips, immediately exposing you.

He viciously shoved two fingers inside of your already wet cunt, causing you to gasp sharply at the sudden intrusion.

“Shut up,” he demanded, “don’t wanna wake the whole dorm now, do we?” He roughly slapped your ass as a punishment.

“That- that slap was probably louder than me.”

You were intentionally trying to work him up a little further, needing the angry and rough James that could so easily manhandle you like you weighed nothing.

“The fuck was that?” he said, roughly pumping his fingers in and out of you, his other hand finding the back of your head and holding it flush against the pillow, “think you’re clever, do you?”

“A little.”

His fist curled around your hair and yanked your head backward. “Shut the fuck up. Now.”

“But-“

James added a third finger into your core. “NOW.”

You had him right where you wanted him. You immediately stopped being mouthy, your body caving from the pleasure of James’s fingers inside of you. You whined from the intensity, but James quickly covered your mouth with his hand.

He continued to fuck you roughly with his fingers, moving faster and faster to push you closer and closer to the edge. You writhed under his grip, but he was insanely strong. You couldn’t go anywhere without him allowing it, and you didn’t want to leave anyway. This is exactly what you wanted.

James felt your walls flutter around his fingers as he hit your sweet spot. “Aweh, you wanna come?”

You nodded your head as best as you could beneath his grip.

James saw your nonverbal plea. “Too fucking bad.”

He pulled his fingers out of you entirely and released your mouth from his grasp, removing his touch from you completely.

You laid still for a moment, attempting to catch your breath as you heard the zipper of James’s jeans behind you.

“Turn around and open up.”

You rolled over to see James’s already hard cock against his toned stomach. James cast a quick silencing spell around your bed. Just because you had to be quiet didn’t mean he did.

You reached for his shaft, but James stopped you.

“Uh uh uh, you know how I like you. Don’t play dumb with me.”

You blinked up at him, never breaking eye contact as you adjusted yourself onto all fours, your ass perched up and on display for James as you held yourself up on your knees and palms.

“Now open up and take it like the fucking whore you are.”

You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, allowing James to shove his entire length into your mouth at once. You moaned around him, but he didn’t care. You were being punished, which meant James didn’t have to care about your comfort, only his own pleasure. You loved it when James was rough with you and treated you like his own little plaything. You knew this was what was coming the moment you spoke to Remus.

James fisted your hair again behind your head, holding you in place as he thrust his hips back and forth, barely giving you any time to adjust to his size.

After a few moments, he removed his hand from your head. “Why the fuck am I doing all the work?” he scolded.

You immediately took over, bobbing your head in a steady pace and using one hand to pleasure the portion of his cock that you couldn’t take in your mouth.

But, the moment your hand touched him, James grabbed your wrist and yanked it away from his cock. “What do you think you’re doing?”

You pulled off of him with a pop. “I was just- I’m trying, I just-“

“Take me in your mouth like I fucking told you.”

You could feel yourself growing wetter and wetter from his harsh words. You braced yourself on the edge of the mattress, slowly moving your head down his length until your nose hit his lower stomach.

“Fuck, I can feel myself in your throat,” he moaned.

You slowly moved back and forth, only a small bit at first, allowing yourself to adjust to the feeling of his tip hitting the back of your throat. Once you had controlled your gag reflex, you began to move faster.

James threw his head back, his resolve weakening as he whimpered into the night air.

“That’s it,” he moaned, “make it up to me. Show me how sorry you are.”

That egged you on even further, causing you to swirl your tongue around James’s tip each time you pulled back.

“Fuck, get up before I come. I’m not done with you,” James said.

You pulled back and sat back on your knees, waiting for James to move you or instruct you further.

He stepped forward until his legs hit the edge of the bed. He leaned over you, grabbing your jaw as he whispered, “this what you wanted? Hm? You want me to fucking punish you?”

“Please, Jamie,” you begged.

He ran a hand down your body to reach your clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles. “Please who?”

You forgot what James liked to be called. “Please sir.”

“Good,” he said, “too bad you were such a bad girl today that it doesn’t fucking matter.”

“I’m sorry Jamie- sir- please, I won’t do it again-“

“You won’t, huh? And I’m just supposed to believe you?” James said, grabbing your shoulders and slowly turning you around until you were on your knees facing the wall. He pressed on your back, and you fell forward, your ass perched upward.

James gave his cock a few soft strokes before, without warning, sliding his entire length into you.

You whined, and James continued to taunt you. “Didn’t I ask you a question?”

He began to snap his hips forward, angling his cock as deep into you as he possibly could, his thrusts still restrained.

“I won’t do it again, I promise- just needed you- needed you bad,” you whined.

“So you acted like a filthy fucking slut with Remus? You cost us the fucking match?” James said, his anger creeping back up as his thrusts grew rougher, his hands gripping your hips so harshly that it was sure to leave a mark.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you pleaded in tandem with his thrusts.

James gripped your hair and yanked your head back, snapping his hips harder and harder as he used his cock to punish you.

“So fucking desperate,” James scolded.

“Fuck, I can’t- I’m gonna-“

“Don’t you dare come,” James warned.

“But-“

James slapped your ass hard. “You talkin’ back to me?”

“No- no- I-“

Slap.

“Don’t fucking come,” he warned again.

Slap.

Feeling you squeeze him, James intentionally fucked into you harder, trying to bring you to the edge just to restrict you from reaching over it.

“Jamie, please, please-“

Slap.

“Shut the fuck up.”

James took the hand wrapped in your hair and covered your mouth, pulling your back flush against his chest. Your head tilted backward and rested on his shoulder as he kept you quiet, bouncing your hips up and down on himself.

“You think you deserve to come?” he said, voice strained in pleasure.

You tried to nod your head yes, but it was nearly impossible to move. James grunted in your ear as he approached his own high.

“You don’t come until I do, okay?” he said.

You moaned underneath his hand to vocalize that you understood as James used you to get himself off, moving your hips up and down like you were a human fleshlight.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he said, beginning to snap his hips as fast as he possibly could.

“Take it, good girl, gonna split you fuckin’ open,” James moaned into your ear.

James came with a few more harsh thrusts, the feeling of his seed hitting deep within your cervix. He moved slower and slower as he came down from his high, still thrusting to keep up the sex.

“Jamie, please,” you cried, tears streaming down your face as his thrusts became slow and torturous, “please, sir, I need to come, please.”

“Come on my cock, that’s it, atta girl,” James said. You immediately came the moment you were given permission. Your walls fluttered violently around James’s cock as he held you in place against him.

“I’m so sorry, Jamie, it won’t happen again, just needed you,” you said, barely audibly as you were breathing heavy and exhausted.

James pulled you off of his cock and laid you down on the bed. “I know, angel,” he said, his voice now soft and comforting.

“I just- I just-“

“Sh, baby relax,” James said, reaching into your nightstand for one of your aftercare cloths. With a quiet “aguamenti,” James wet the cloth and gently spread your thighs apart, slowly beginning to clean up the stickiness between your legs.

Your legs shook violently as he ran the cloth between your folds, unintentionally overstimulating you.

“Sh, baby, take it easy, I got you,” he comforted.

He found a clean pair of underwear for you, slipping them up your legs until your modesty was covered. He joined you in laying down, shimmying under the sheets and pulling them upward for you to do the same.

“C’mere,” James said, stretching out an arm and prompting you to cuddle into him.

You rested your head on his chest, and he rubbed soothing circles onto your back.

“Are you mad?” you asked, your voice tired and small.

“No, baby, not anymore,” he said, “wish we won that match, though.”

“I didn’t mean to make you lose the match,” you said.

“I know, I know,” he said, moving his hand to stroke your hair, “it’s okay.”

“I love you, Jamie.”

“I love you too, baby. Go back to sleep.”

[moonstruckme]

Hi luv, can I request something?

I was thinking about a poly!wolfstar x fem!reader where reader is feeling down because of her period but don’t wanna tell the boys bc she’s embarrassed. But she ends up acting all sad and the boys are really worried, thinking they did something wrong, and when they finally find out the truth they try to comfort her? A little angst with fluff ending, lots of cuddles. Only if you feel comfortable writing it, of course!

I love your writing, btw

Thanks for requesting lovely!

cw: period sadness

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 971 words

“She’s moping,” Sirius whispers, arms crossed and dark brows bunched. He’s leaning back against the counter, having followed Remus into the kitchen to ‘help make the popcorn’. Two fingers tap restlessly on his bicep. 

Remus watches the movement, pensive. “She might’ve just had a rough day,” he says back. The sound of popcorn in the microwave works to cover his voice. “I think she’d tell us if we’d done something to upset her.”

He gets where Sirius is coming from. You’ve seemed a tad dimmer than usual, mumbly and perhaps a bit tired. But Sirius is quick to worry, and he has a nose for tension that occasionally sniffs it out when it’s not really there. 

“She might not.” Sirius is doing that thing where he looks and sounds angry when really he’s worried. Remus leans over to kiss his hair. 

“She’s better than us,” he reassures him, taking the popcorn from the microwave and leading the way back into the living room. 

You’re huddled up in one corner of the couch, blanket pulled tight around you and eyes looking to nowhere. You perk up a little when Remus shakes some of the popcorn into a bowl and sets it in your lap. 

“Thanks,” you say. 

“Course. Did you pick a film?” 

“I started to, but…” You shrug, passing the remote to Sirius as he sits down next to you. “You guys can pick, I don’t really care what we watch.” 

Sirius sends Remus a look. See? Remus frowns. He’s still not convinced you’re upset with them, specifically, but your upset in general is hard to deny. 

It’s unsettling to have you glum like this. He and Sirius have always been prone to their moods, but you’re…not, so much. It’s not that you never have a bad day, of course, they try to give you the environment to feel whatever you like. They’ve just not seen you like this before, obviously upset but seemingly with no cause. 

Sirius picks one of your favorite films anyway. The intro credits start, and ordinarily, this would be the part where you lean onto your other side and cozy up to him, but you don’t. You stay curled up in your corner, eyes at half-mast and pretty face impassive. 

The sweet bit of skin between Sirius’ brows is marred by a dent. 

Remus is sitting in the armchair adjacent to your side of the couch. He reaches across the space for your hand. With so overt a request, you give it to him, looking a touch bemused. He holds your gaze, sweeping his thumb over your knuckles. 

“Are you alright?” 

You blink. “Me?” When Remus doesn’t look away, you shrink slightly, shoulders pulling up towards your ears. “I’m fine, yeah. Are you?” 

“Oh, how crafty,” Sirius drawls. “Redirect the question, we’ll never see through that.” 

You smile cautiously. “Way to make me asking my boyfriend how he is seem nefarious.” 

Sirius’ answering grin is sharp, but Remus can see the anxiety beneath it. “You’re not as subtle as you think, babe. Why don’t you tell us what’s got you so twisted up, huh?” 

Just like that, you shut down again. You pull your hand from Remus’, fixing your eyes on the TV. “I’m not twisted up,” you say. 

“Dovey,” Remus says softly. When you look at him, your expression is controlled but your gaze is tentative. “Have we done something to upset you?” 

“What?” A line forms between your brows, a companion for Sirius’. “No, you’ve—you’re perfect.” 

“Well, I like to think so,” Sirius agrees breezily, “but you’re obviously not happy with us. It’d help if you’d just say what it is, so apologies and amends can commence. Unless it’s that I left the toilet paper roll empty again, in which case I can only say that you knew what you were getting into when you moved in.” 

His feeble attempt at levity doesn’t make much of a dent in your creased expression, though you do tilt up one side of your mouth as though to commend him for his effort. 

“I’m not upset with either of you,” you say slowly. Your tone carries a hue of resignation. “I promise, if I was mad I would say.” 

Now it’s Remus’ turn to look at Sirius. See? But Sirius looks even more troubled, as though he can’t fathom what could be wrong in your life if it’s not him. 

“You are upset, though,” Remus says softly. “What’s wrong?” 

You sigh, the sound heavy with that unidentified melancholy, and Sirius seems to feel secure enough now to drop a kiss on your shoulder. “Nothing’s wrong,” you reply, defeated. “I’m just in a mood because of my period, sorry. I don’t mean to be a bother.” 

Remus coos, reaching across the gap again to pet your baby hairs. 

Sirius leans into your side. “You?” he asks, kissing your shoulder again. “Never. Why didn’t you say, lovebug?” 

You shrug. You seem to be slumping deeper into the couch with every affectionate touch, your body relaxing. “It’s a bit embarrassing. I don’t want to be acting all sad just because my hormones are going funny.” 

“You’re not just acting sad if you are actually sad,” Remus points out. “Is your stomach hurting you?” 

“Not really.” You shift your weight so you’re leaning into Sirius, too. He looks about as happy as he can be when someone he loves is hurting, bottom lip pushed out as he rubs your shoulder and smooshes his cheek into the top of your head. “Just sad.” 

“D’you wanna watch something happy, sweetheart?” Sirius asks, voice dripping with a syrupy sweetness. “Or something sad, to cry it out?” 

You shrug again. “Maybe just a little sad? Like The Perks of Being a Wallflower.” 

“That’s only a little sad to you? Shit, baby, you’re tough as nails.”

[estrellami-1]

A Special Feeling

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Robin has never been happier, she thinks.

She has a platonic soulmate, his… well, whatever-the-hell Eddie is to him, and a girlfriend.

And really, Chrissy is amazing. Obviously, it sucks that she went through what she did, but then again it sucks that any of them went through what they did. Robin thinks they probably all need a butt-ton of therapy.

Especially, though, her dingus. Her Steve. She knows he hasn’t been sleeping as well, knows he’s thinner than he was even when he was on the swim team.

He’s really needed a whatever-the-hell Eddie is to him. Robin’s got Chrissy, which is amazing, and the nightmares… well, they don’t go away, but they’re a lot easier to ignore when you’ve got your sweet, beautiful girlfriend in bed next to you, sleepily stroking your hair and telling the bad thoughts to leave you alone.

God, Robin loves Chrissy.

But Steve. He really needs whatever-the-hell Eddie is to him. He needs someone he can lean on, who can hold him up, who won’t crumble at the first sight of weakness from him.

And somehow, against all odds, the self-proclaimed runner is that man.

The four of them are on their way home from Indianapolis after Robin’s license celebration, in which Robin drove everyone in her new-to-her car to Indianapolis to get shitfaced.

Except no one really got shitfaced. Because of the aforementioned trauma.

Still, the drinks must’ve done something, because as Robin checks the rearview mirror, she notices Steve is slumped over onto Eddie.

Eddie notices, he has to, even if he’s content with the soft music and the view out the window. Surely he knows Steve is using his shoulder as a pillow.

“Eddie,” she calls softly, not willing risk waking Steve. Chrissy turns to look at him and coos at the sight. “How long’s he been asleep?”

Eddie smiles back. It’s a slow, small thing, but real. Content. “‘Bout half an hour now,” he murmurs. “Maybe a little less.”

Just then the car hits a patch of uneven road. Robin grips the wheel and glances in the rearview mirror again. The movement had woken Steve, who was sitting up and rubbing his eye, murmuring something to Eddie.

Eddie shakes his head, murmurs something back. Gestures to Steve, then to himself.

Steve blushes, nods, says something too low for her to catch, and lays his head back on Eddie’s shoulder.

This time, Eddie wraps an arm around Steve’s shoulders, murmuring something down to him. Steve nods, gets comfortable, and falls asleep again.

Eddie watches Steve for long enough that Robin can tell how he feels.

Robin grabs for Chrissy’s hand, smiles at her. “Are your parents expecting you back tonight?”

Chrissy grins, shakes her head.

“You know of a good place to watch the sunrise?”

Chrissy hums, searches her memory. “There’s one place,” she admits. “Y’know that road to the Quarry, how it branches off to the left?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah. Once we’re there I’ll guide you.”

She glances in the mirror again. “Hopefully Steve stays asleep. Gravel isn’t exactly the comfiest ride.”

Chrissy smiles at her, strokes her thumb over Robin’s knuckles. “We‘ll take it slow. Nowhere we’ve gotta be ‘til morning.” She leans her head back against the headrest, gazes at Robin in a way she’s not quite sure she deserves. “Maybe Eddie’ll fall asleep too, give them both some much-needed rest.”

“I’m hoping so,” Robin agrees. “You gonna fall asleep?”

“Nah,” Chrissy says, still smiling at Robin. “I’ll stay up with you.”

Robin grins back, and that’s all they say until Chrissy directs Robin to the lookout.

When she parks it’s still a few hours to sunrise. She glances in the rearview once more, then squeezes Chrissy’s hand and jerks her head back.

Chrissy turns to look. Eddie had fallen asleep during the drive, laying his head on Steve’s. They both look as peaceful as they’ve ever been before, and the girls agree with a glance to let them sleep.

Robin leaves the car idling. She doesn’t like wasting gas, but it’s a small price to pay for her boys to be able to sleep.

Eddie’s the first to wake. He shifts around, lifts his head with a grimace that smoothes out when he looks down at Steve, still asleep on his shoulder.

Eddie looks around. Robin looks away before their eyes can meet, and when Robin looks back, Eddie’s pressing a kiss to the top of Steve’s head.

He leaves his lips there, tilting just enough to be able to speak without getting a mouthful of hair.

Steve wakes slower than Eddie did, and he stays silent, but he’s smiling as he looks out the window at the sunrise, head still on Eddie’s shoulder.

Robin smiles, watching the sunrise, reaching to grab Chrissy’s hand again.

He took his sweet time, but Robin knows her dingus has found the person for him, who will love him through anything, who makes him feel safe.

It’s a special feeling indeed. Robin’s known it for a while now. And she’s so glad he’s finally found it, too.

[batsandbirdbrains]

Super sad idea that I’d love to hear your thoughts about or for you to expand on or write about:

Dick using puppy eyes on Bruce, Alfred, basically every adult to get whatever he wants when he’s a kid. It works like a charm every single time. He wants Clark to fly him around? Puppy eyes, and two hours later he’s soaring. He wants Diana to help him prank Hal? Puppy eyes, and Hal’s suit is somehow banana yellow for two weeks. It doesn’t just work with the adults either. Whenever he wants one of the titans to do something and doesn’t feel like arguing with them, he just brings out the puppy eyes and they get it done. He does for years and he doesn’t plan on stopping.

Then Dick becomes Deathstroke’s unwilling apprentice, and suddenly his puppy-eyed stare was being weaponized in a whole new way. Slade would force him to walk up to targets, bring out his sad eyes and pouty lip, lead them somewhere secluded (usually under the guise of being a lost kid or something, idk), and then watch as Slade killed them.

But that wasn’t the only time his puppy eyes came out when he was with Slade. No, the first time it happened was during “training” (Dick being tortured) when he was exhausted and just wanted Slade to stop. He couldn’t out-fight the man, he couldn’t out-smart him, and he didn’t know how to get him to stop. So he subconsciously fell back on the one thing that had always worked for him in the past - his puppy eyes. To his great surprise, Slade had stopped. He paused for a long moment, staring at Dick’s face, and just when Dick started to have hope that this might actually be the end for today, Slade let out a cruel laugh before kicking him into the floor.

He finds out the hard way that, when it really counts, his puppy eyes only make things worse.

When he finally gets free, it takes a while for anyone to spot what’s wrong, especially considering most don’t even know about his time with Slade. He’s obviously moodier than usual, more paranoid than he was before, and is a lot worse at taking care of himself. But still, it’s a while before someone realizes that he never brings out the puppy eyes anymore. Bruce doesn’t know how to handle it - torn between wanting to ask Dick about it and not wanting to set him off - so he just doesn’t. He ignores it and everyone else follows suit.

They never really speak about it anymore. There are no more jokes about everyone being wrapped around Dick’s finger, no more sighs of resignation when Dick brings out the puppy eyes. Even when Dick gets his peppy attitude back, even when he’s back to cracking jokes and making bad puns, even when he pulls pranks again and his laugh can be heard echoing around the cave, the puppy eyes never come back out. And nobody ever mentions it, but they all mourn the death of the small piece of innocence that was stripped away, they mourn the loss of those eyes.

But time passes, and eventually people move on. It isn’t until years later that anyone mentions the eyes, and by then Bruce has had 4 other Robins, and a whole collection of children. And one of those kids - maybe it was Jason, or maybe it was Steph, or Duke - gets told about the eyes, and obviously they’re curious as to why they’ve never seen them. So the next time the Batfam (or the JL) is gathered together, they decide to broach the topic. Except the bats are profoundly awful at socializing and communication, so the question posed ends up being “Hey, I heard about your puppy eyes, they sound pretty lethal. How come we’ve never seen ‘em before?” And Dick flinches so hard that they’re actually concerned a ghost might’ve attacked him or something. But before anything else can be said or done, Dick just turns on his heel and walks out of the room. And now the poor bat that questioned him is stuck with a very upset Batman (and maybe other heroes as well).

BONUS:

After the fiasco where Dick was questioned about his puppy eyes and he walked out, the rest of the rest of the Bats resigned themselves to never seeing the eyes or hearing about them. Imagine their surprise (and horror, and heartbreak) when, while reviewing cave footage, they come across a highly encrypted video file. Imagine them seeing Dick pleading with Bruce not to go to Spyral, Dick trying to get Bruce to see reason, and then Dick’s face changes and they finally see them - the eyes. And everyone is so desperately hoping that this will be enough to get Bruce to stop. For a moment, he does. It was a short moment - only a split second of hesitation before he’s throwing another punch - and everyone feels their hope shatter as the moment ends. But in the video, there’s no hint of surprise, of devastation on Dick’s face. It seemed like he didn’t have much faith it would work, anyways. At least he’d gotten a reprieve in the fight, at least Bruce had stopped, if only for a moment. It was all he needed to win. Besides, what did it matter if Dick’s puppy eyes didn’t work anymore? Dick Grayson was dead.

How dare u do this to me when I’m about to go to BED now I’m SAD I’m gonna cry damn

I’ll try to expand on this idea maybe tomorrow a little bit? It’s very thorough already though!! But I had to let u know u gutted me right before I try to actually sleep, anon<3 (I mean this in the best way of course)

[threalcrabbysamantha]

Ember Island locals know that time on the island doesn’t follow the rules of the rest of the world. It’s not slower, exactly, and it’s certainly not constant, a fickle thing that strikes the island’s inhabitants at odd moments. You’ll look up one day and realize time has stretched itself like some sort of impossible acrobat, or shrunk itself down, compressing years into seconds.

The first time Zuko realizes he’s succumbed to Ember Island time is the third time Katara falls asleep in his room.

It’s not intentional, obviously, or not those first three times anyway. But after that disaster that tried to pass itself off as a play, she’d knocked, timidly, at his door and asked to talk, which surprised him as much as it relieved him. At the time he assumed she’d done the same with everyone else - but the next morning she wasn’t speaking to the Avatar except in short clips, and like usual Zuko felt like he’d missed something.

The scent of her lingered in his rooms for days afterward.

The other two times, she’d found him in his room after dinner, and for reasons that evaded him, stayed until the moon was high in the sky as she faded into a slumber curled up on his bedroll.

The fourth time, Zuko stays, curled into her, content to let his arm fall asleep under the weight of her head.

What she wants from him he couldn’t begin to discern, but he’s observed Katara long enough to understand she does nothing by halves. When she was angry with him, her fury was an unrelenting storm, and now her forgiveness crashes over him like a wave. She’s not content to just forgive; she demands more, slots herself in next to him like they’ve always been friends, grabbing his hand, teasing him, running her fingers through his hair. This is how she is; it’s no different than the way she acts with Sokka or Suki or Toph or Aang, he tells himself.

He has to tell himself, to barricade his heart against the way it speeds up whenever she enters a room.

Of all the dumb things he’s done in his life, falling for Katara is the dumbest by far because it’s a fleeting dream that exists only in the confines of his room, where she takes her hair down and her faces relaxes into the girl she might be if there had never been a war at all. If his family wasn’t a scourge on the earth. And there it is, the thing that keeps him from pressing fully into her, much as she has started to stare wistfully at his mouth: how can this be where it all ends? After every bad thing he’s done, how can he think this is anything but a test?

What is the cost of redemption? The voice in his head - the one that sounds like Uncle - scoffs at the very idea. But Zuko made his peace with his role in things the moment he left the palace. He knew, coming here, that he would serve the Avatar at all cost to his own comfort, however it had to happen - as ally or prisoner. It can’t be now that he really has friends. Certainly, the other shoe will drop - they’ll uncover some other awful thing that he’s done, and Sokka will stop joking with him, and Toph will stop demanding a spar, and Katara…

Katara will look at him the way she did after he sided with Azula, and it will be what he deserves.

This is his role, and he will play it as best he can.

Next to him, Katara sighs softly, shifting deeper into him. He stills, lest he wake her, and she makes an embarrassed, rush exit, never to return.

But she does blink awake, eyes blurry, and she doesn’t rush out. Instead, she stares up at him as she traces her thumb along the very edge of his scar.

“It’s strange,” she murmurs. “Sometimes, in here, I forget…I forget we have to make sure the world doesn’t end.”

Zuko licks his lips - don’t say it - and asks, “Is that why you keep coming back?”

She hums at that, more fully cupping his cheek, her own tinting red. “No, I - I guess I…missed you.”

“You…missed me. When?”

“Always,” she confesses. It catches in her throat around her embarrassment. “I think I’ve…been missing you, for a while.”

He bumps his forehead against hers gently. “Why me? I don’t deserve that.”

She frowns, pulling away, a big crease between her eyebrows. He thinks she might chastise him or argue but instead she just leans in closer, burrowing herself, and mutters into his shoulder, “Well. I do.”

Maybe he’ll pay the cost later, Zuko thinks, wrapping his arms fully around her - but then maybe this is the cost, giving himself wholly over, thrusting the fate of his heart into someone else’s hands.

He closes his eyes and surrenders himself to Ember Island time.

[vampyrixdarling]

— 「𝑷𝑨𝒀𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑪𝑲 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑨 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑵𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑰𝑺 𝑶𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑹 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑶𝑫」

╰┈➤ MASTERLIST

Polyam!Elliot + Chance x AFAB! Reader (Gender Neutral)

Summary: How would they react to you being on your period?

Warnings: Periods, blood (obviously).

Note: wrote this on my period :( I decided to be extremely self-indulgent and put all of my personal experiences during the dreaded shark week into writing and cope with my fictional boyfriends. Oh, the joys of being a woman. Shoutout to my beta reader we argued over commas.

Word count: 1,380

❥ ELLIOT has a younger sister, so he’s decently experienced in this sort of thing. He’s learned a few things from helping Mia with her period, so it’s not too different with you. There were a few times where Elliot would ask Mia for tips on how to help you and what not to do, and she’d warn him that it’s not always the same for everyone. Even so, she’d give him the best advice she could, and he’d apply that to you. He’s also prepared a few things beforehand, such as meals that take into account a mixture of your cravings and nutritious foods. He’s not too grossed out by it; he knows it’s natural.

⤷ If your cramps are too bad, Elliot would skillfully massage you. He’s well built — to nobody’s surprise — so it’s really not a problem for him. It’s effective, actually. He’d frequently check in on you, asking if the noises you were letting out were indeed from relief and satisfaction and not pain.

❥ CHANCE thinks it’s a little gross, but he’s not against helping you. It’s just the thought of blood coming out of… there… unsettles them. They understand it’s natural, but still. On the bright side, no matter how gross he thinks it is, that won’t deter him from cuddling you. If you need them, you need them. He’s not going to deprive you just because you’re bleeding.

⤷ Though, he is a bit tense when you two cuddle. He’d have to be the big spoon. And even then, he’s still as stiff as a board. But if it’s for you, and you enjoy the warmth they and the blanket provide, they’re willing to sacrifice a bit of comfort for you. It’s nothing against you, just… past experiences.

❥ If you didn’t want to talk to anyone, or simply couldn’t, Chance and Elliot would understand. They wouldn’t try to talk to you. Instead, Elliot would offer to lay in bed with you and cuddle you, behind you with one of his hands wrapped gently around your waist and the other hand just below your belly button, delivering gentle massages to the area.

⤷ In the case that Chance is fully comfortable with you, he’d be more than willing to join. You’d be sandwiched in between them: with Elliot in the front and Chance in the front with your legs wrapped around them as they place gentle kisses along your neck, whispering comforting words to you. Elliot and Chance would even pepper kisses all over your face. If you didn’t want any physical contact, the two of them would just lay with you in silence. Their presence alone would be enough for you.

⤷ If Chance hasn’t quite reached that stage yet, they’d still do whatever they could to make you feel loved. Even if he isn’t fully comfortable cuddling you, there are other things he can do. They would grab you a heating pad, bring you blankets, watch movies with you while they hold your hand. Ask him for anything and it’s done without another word. I think one of their love languages would be acts of service, and that shows prominently during this time.

❥ Chance and Elliot don’t get upset when you yell or scream at them, they don’t lash out when you act like the biggest bitch on planet earth. They’re patient with you. They’re kind and understanding. Sure, they’re hurt a little bit, but you’re in the worst pain they’ve ever seen you in. You get a pass, yeah?

❥ Chance would feel like he’s stepping on eggshells around you nonetheless. Don’t get them wrong, they’re always there to help you when you need something, whether that’s attempting to help Elliot make you food (it’s a 50/50 chance they fuck it up), giving you a glass of water, buying you your product of choice or buying you painkillers, or even cuddling. But with your mood swings? One wrong move and it’s off with his head. They’re easily nervous around you when you’re like this, but their poker face covers it really well. You wouldn’t know unless he wanted you to. They love you with all their heart, but your mood swings are no joke.

❥ Spade would let you hold him while you napped. Being an abnormally large rabbit, it’s safe to say he’s very, very nice to cuddle. The warm, soft fur would be a blessing to you. People always say that animals can sense when something is wrong, you assume it’s the same way with the continental giant.

❥ If the mix of bleeding and pain was so bad that you fainted, Elliot and Chance would be worried sick. They’d panic, and they would immediately take you to bed, or another soft surface. When you came to, you’d be greeted with food and water. Even if you insisted that you actually could not eat nor drink, they’d encourage you until you did. You’d know you were lightheaded by your entire head becoming cold, and the feeling that you couldn’t describe for the life of you. You close your eyes, and next thing you know, you’re on the ground when you swear you were standing just a moment ago. You don’t even remember falling. It’d happen anywhere. Standing from your bed, in the bathroom with the door locked, you name it. Safe to assume that you’ll always have one of them by your side just in case you faint again.

⤷ Elliot would work hard making you your favourite, healthy and nutritional snacks. If you fainted, clearly that means you lost too much blood and you lack iron. So he’s quickly making you a meal or drink that’s full of that. If you can’t eat solid foods, he’s making you soup. He’d also entertain your cravings.

❥ If the pain was so unbearable that you’d vomit everything you’ve eaten the past day (and more), they’d hold your hair back and rub slow, gentle circles on your back as they whispered comforting words into your ears, assuring you that you would be okay. If the nausea hit you when you were being too physical, they’d force you to take a break, lest the pain make you vomit.

❥ If you decided you wanted to attempt to sleep the period cramps away, they’d be confused. They wouldn’t understand why instead of taking painkillers which would help your pain go away, you’d attempt to sleep and hope for the best. But on the other hand, you do need rest. Elliot, though stubborn about this, stops protesting. You know your own body best, after all. If the cramps are still present when you’ve awoken from your nap, Elliot will hand you painkillers and a glass of water. You really don’t have a choice. No, you cannot sleep it off. No, you aren’t wasting painkillers. Yes, you really need these.

❥ If you were convinced that you couldn’t get out of bed, they wouldn’t protest. They’d give you a heating pad and bring you some snacks and water. They’d comfort you with each turn you made in the bed, whining and crying because “no position felt right.” They’d insist that you didn’t have to get up, even if you wanted to. They promised they could take care of everything around the house, run the errands that you couldn’t. Chance, despite being lazy and unmotivated, would take over your chores.

⤷ They’d go to the store and search for pads or tampons for you. They’d text you, sending pictures and asking you what specific type, size, and brand they should get. They would proceed to buy 2 packages. If you were craving anything specific, you didn’t need to ask them twice. Ice cream, chocolate, etc., Chance would pay for it no matter how expensive it was. Only the best for their good luck charm.

❥ They’re patient and understanding with you while you’re all hormonal. Your emotions are all over the place, switching frequently, yet they still try their best for you. Even if you’re crying because you can’t screw open a container, or angry because you can’t get an inch of quiet. Luckily for the three of you, the second day isn’t that bad. And by the third, you’re practically already feeling like yourself. But that doesn’t mean they’ll stop checking in on you or offering to do things.

[rhisturn]

dare i say, this is getting a bit ridiculous now.

the no video after tour was enough tbh, if you think about it from the other way around, people, including myself, paid thousands of dollars/pounds to be at tour, travelled 16 hours in my case, and then we couldn’t even get a vid.. i completely understand in that case they needed to rest, but wasn’t it like 2 whole weeks since tour ended at that point.

but what’s the excuse now, this isn’t the first time in the past couple months they’ve done this either. the stalking situation cannot be used as reasoning either because matt especially has been the most active he’s been in months this past week, and if that was the issue they would have gone completely silent. if they were to have been silent all week, and not post today because of the situation. i would have 100% understood, i’m sure we all would. but that hasn’t been the case

i get nervous saying this shit because people lick their arses so bad in this fandom. like i love them so much, but it’s okay to call them out. they’ve one ‘public’ obligation a week, to post a 20 minute video on a friday at 2:30. that’s it. they don’t do anything else anymore. it’s not like we’re getting hours of twitch streams, wednesday videos, podcasts or anything. one video is all they gotta do. bare in mind it pays their rent, is their source of income, is the reason they are where they are. like how are we struggling with ts.

of course it’s also okay to be late with things, it happens. but again, this is their job. haven’t they been doing this long enough for this to be a non existent problem anymore. schedule videos if you know your gonna be busy or if there’s a chance your gonna miss a post. but the thing that bothers me if the lack of communication, being almost an hour late at this point is one thing, but for there to also be complete radio silence, is ridiculous. if your running late or even if you aren’t gonna post. it takes a second to tell us. they’ve got no communication skills with us anymore

i understand not wanting to talk to us like they used to, especially after the past week. but it’s still, again, their fucking job to do this shit. i feel like it’s not a lot to expect. this is probaly at this point the most hate they’ve ever gotten in their career with the ‘their falling off’ and ‘their gonna quit soon’ shit, so if that isn’t the case wouldn’t you go out of the way to improve your content and do the absolute most to ensure people stop talking. not to make it worse, again.

i feel like it this point it’s starting to piss everyone off. at the end of the day, their 21 year old men and this is their only job. when they do stuff wrong, we don’t have to baby them and act like the lack of accountability or communication is okay. in their line of work, that is quite literally their only responsibility. and even amongst everything going on with the hate at the minute. they clearly still don’t care.

this obviously isn’t just about not posting today, cs that would be slightly dramatic lol. but this has been a problem for months and months. even before tour. there’s no excuses anymore.

edit:

well chris has just posted a pic on instagram and nick is liking posts so clearly their all fine and there’s nothing wrong for all the people using that as an excuse. they just don’t even have the decency to tell us anymore, love this dynamic we’ve got going on with them now. 10/10 communication

don’t rip me to shreds please and thanks :)

[katebishopsbaefy]

prompt 16 with billie!! and maybe it’s the first time they’ve said i love you so it’s super romantic and fluffy🥹

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16) accidental i love you’s during sex

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“Fuck… God, I love you…” she sighed out. She's not even realizing what she’s saying. What she’s admitting to. That it means everything to you.

After the most perfect date you could’ve asked for, you and Billie had been all over each other, so obviously you had to take things to the bedroom. You’ve fooled around a few other times, but this time felt… different. Especially because of what she said when you pushed her onto the bed.  “Wait… I-” she started as soon as you were hovering over her, making you pause. Did she not want this?

You sit up on your heels and look down at her for a moment. She doesn't look uncomfortable, or scared, or anything like that. She’s not that kind of person. But the hesitancy you see on her face makes your stomach drop. “What’s wrong?” you ask quietly. You’re aching to reach out and touch her, mostly out of instinct, to comfort her and make that look go away. To make her all giggly like she was a second ago. When she answers, though, you just get confused.

“I… I’ve never done this before,” she mumbles quietly, and looks away from your eyes. That confuses you even more. She’s usually so confident in herself, even when her words don’t reflect that. And you’ve definitely had sex before, so you have no idea what she’s getting at.

“...Never done what?” you ask quietly, and she picks up on the genuine confusion in your voice. The look in her eyes completely reveals what she’s thinking, though. She’s had sex, but she’s never been on the bottom. She’s never been touched. “...oh.”

“I- I’m sorry. Here, just switch with me, and-” she starts rambling immediately. You were having so much fun earlier, and she thinks she’s just ruined all of it.

When she starts to sit up to switch positions, you just push her back down on the bed as gently as you can. A quick shake of your head shuts her up. “Billie, it's okay. I swear,” you mumble softly to her, your tone dripping with sincerity. She hasn’t ruined a thing. If anything, you just feel a stronger urge to make sure she feels good right now. “Do… Do you still want this?”

After a quiet moment of letting her think, she nods silently, and you soften about as much as you have in your whole life. Your chest aches, but not in a bad way; she trusts you enough to let you touch her when no one else ever has. You just nod back, and press a soft kiss to her lips as you start to tug off her clothes, and she tugs off yours. You can almost hear the faint sound of a giggle coming from her. Maybe that’s just your imagination. But when you start kissing your way down her body, you’re sure you hear it.

You grip her hand as you part her legs, and look up at her one more time to make sure she's okay. The look on her face would never reveal that she’s never done this before. She looks so comfortable, so content, and it makes your heart soar that you get to do this with her. 

When she nods at you, you slowly lick up her core, just to give her a little taste. She grips her hand around yours a little tighter, and you can tell she’s doing just fine. You start to softly suck on her clit to let her get used to the feeling.

“Mmph- more,” she sighs out, and you grin against her core. Your hand squeezes hers to let her know she’s doing great, and you start flicking your tongue over her bud in the same way she’s done for you before. It's felt good for you, so you assume it’ll feel good for her. And based on her reaction, it definitely does; “Fuck… God, I love you…”

You almost don’t hear it. Maybe you were imagining it again, just like her giggles, but the way her eyes widen when she realizes just confirms that she did actually say what she said. And she meant it. It’s quite literally comical, the way she starts to go back and pretend she didn’t just admit she loves you. “Shit- I- I mean… uh… oh, that feels goooood…” she fake-moans, throwing her head back, but you can tell she’s just panicking from the way she peeks one eye open at you, like she’s checking to see if you believe her. You absolutely do not. It makes her stomach sink, but when you burst into a fit of giggles, she quirks a confused, but amused eyebrow at you.

“What feels good?” you ask amidst giggles, and she realizes she fucked herself over even more. You’re not even touching her anymore. In fact, you’ve completely sat back on your heels to look at her and her pretty blushing face. But when you see how genuinely nervous she looks, you soften, “...You love me?”

She’s about to shake her head and start denying it, but the look in your eyes melts her. You look so… hopeful, or happy, or anything that isn’t the disgust she’d been expecting. It makes her feel a little bit better, so she nods silently.

You really didn’t think you could get any happier tonight. You’d just had the perfect date, she trusted you to touch her for the first time, and now she was telling you she loved you? You could burst into tears. Happy tears.

But you don’t. Instead, you crawl your way up her body, and kiss her so softly that she melts under you. It’s nothing but gentle, loving, reassuring. Everything she needs to feel right now. She completely melts underneath your touch. After a moment, which could be a few seconds or a few hours, you pull away just enough to rest your forehead against hers. You want to make sure she’s looking at you. She already is. Your hands softly cup her cheeks, and you mumble so quietly, just as gently as your kiss, “I love you too.” 

And when you both immediately burst into a fit of giggles, you know you’re okay. She actually loves you, and you actually love her. You don’t think you could possibly love her any more than you do right now. 

After a few more sleepy kisses and soft giggles, you realize that you’d unintentionally edged her. It makes you giggle even more because she obviously doesn’t care, but you definitely do. You’re the first person she’s trusting to touch her, so you want to make sure she finishes. When you make your way back down her body to settle between her legs, she’s confused for a moment before a massive grin and more giggles erupt from her. She’s so beyond adorable. You can’t help but giggle back, and you mumble softly as you press a loving kiss to the inside of her thigh, “...Still wanna come?”

[loony-binz]

Guys with all due respect I think we need to chill out a lil bit

okay. so obviously Caramel hit us all like a sucker punch. I’m really glad that the vast majority of the fan base has, at least at a core level, acknowledged that the toxicity and issues Vessel sang about need to be addressed and consequently stopped in what ways we can. HOWEVER,,,

Imma need the rest of y’all to step out of doomsday mode.

Listen, a lot of Sleep Token’s songs have been for lack of a better term- vent art. It’s more than obvious Vessel and the others put their rawest emotions into their art. Caramel is no different. OF COURSE he’d make a song about this. Why wouldn’t he? In this era specifically- the Internet, if used properly, can become a weapon, so naturally fame comes at a heavier cost. The more large a fanbase becomes, sadly the more likelihood of bad apples there will be. THIS ISN’T ME DISMISSING THE ISSUES. Far from it! Rather I’m saying in a situation where they are venting their frustrations and anguish, responding with utter panic isn’t the best route to take either.

I’ve seen people begun to re-contextualize the ENTIRETY of ST’s discography over Caramel. That the entire time every song and album was just about fame and that “Sleep” represents the audience. Respectfully- y’all are TWEAKED OUT if you truly believe that. Or the two houses being the secret vote for whether or not the band will stop making music??? Like come tf on. And no, I do not think this is the end of the band either.

Let’s put on our logical brains for a sec here, there’s very clearly so much more in store. Teeth of God isn’t even a year old yet, guys. The weatherman is still posting about the band, and they have left clues in MORSE CODE COORDINATES for the songs. You think they’d do ALL OF THAT just to turn around and say “fuck it we out”??? They’re still putting out merch, the tour isn’t on yet and the actual album isn’t either. WAY too early to be ringing the doomsday bell. Speaking of the album, Caramel is the FIFTH track. Not the end. If it was the ending track, I’d understand a lot more- but it’s not. This isn’t the end. If it was, I guarantee things would look a lot more bleak on their end.

They are still very much putting their vesselussies into their work, and Caramel itself shows that. He’s grateful, and he’s glad we’re here- but sometimes it can be too much. Being an artist ain’t easy, especially one of their size. They have every right to turn that stress into song, like they’ve done so many times before. Vessel said himself that their art is a “conduit for anguish” after all. It’s a bit different now that it’s aimed closer to us, and we should acknowledge it, but freaking out helps no one.

This has happened before and it will happen again. People reacted the same way when “Show & Tell” was made, thinking Melanie would give up on music forever. Same more recently with “Noid”. Fame is scary and if they wanna vent then let them!

Always strive to be better. If not for them, for yourself. But hate has never been beaten with fear. Hate is beaten with love. Show them you care and jam tf out. That, at least from what I can see, is what Vessel is trying to say. Let’s give them the peace of mind they deserve.

[biancasaidstfu]

Maybe we have it all wrong…

Maybe A is L’s girlfriend. Maybe he just wants it to be really private. Maybe he doesn’t come to her defense online because they have an understanding. He’s told her he just can’t defend her. Maybe he lets her post pictures that insinuate he is with her because he can’t admit it openly (you know keeping it private and all). Maybe he’s just a really bad boyfriend who doesn’t care about the backlash she gets because this is show business. Maybe he wants to see himself growing old with a “twirker” who is just in the relationship for the fame and glory. Maybe he’s okay with mediocre. Maybe he just doesn’t want to show PDA when he’s with A. Maybe he can be himself with her, and that’s why he feels comfortable enough to pick his nose while out with her. Maybe he’s okay looking like he just doesn’t care about his career or his self esteem and chooses her over both. Maybe he’s okay with everyone thinking he’s miserable with her although he may not be. Maybe he’s really happy with her and just put on an over the top act with N while on the World Tour. Maybe his co-workers really don’t think he’s the best dude. They just said those empty words to build him up or to hide who he really is from everyone.

And with N and J maybe he did kiss her at Cannes. I mean we’ve never seen that before, but maybe they’re trying something new. Maybe she is the love of his life, and we’ve just misconstrued things he’s posted in the past. Maybe he changed himself so she would fall in love with him. Maybe she thinks he’s the most charismatic and charming man she’s ever met. Maybe she’s okay with the age gap, and he makes her feel younger (realizing she was entering college when he was just starting school). Maybe she’s okay with people thinking he’s her young lover and future father of her children. Maybe he is her roomie and lover rolled all into one. She is obviously okay this time around with sharing her relationship with the world so he must be the “one.” She’s never done that before. So maybe that’s why their friends don’t rejoice in their relationship. Maybe they’ve been told not to post about how blissful and happy they are.

Maybe L and N are just two co-stars who played it up for the cameras and lied about that relationship they’re always touting. Maybe the SAGS was all just one big act that they both deserve awards for. Maybe people in the industry who are always questioning their relationship are just blind or have it all wrong. Maybe they don’t even know when the other person’s birthday is. I mean they didn’t wish each other a happy birthday this year. They probably don’t even know where the other one lives. I mean it was probably just a complete coincidence N was photographed at a place just a few mere miles where L had been photographed the week before. Yeah just a big coincidence. Doubtful they ever hang out together aside from work or know what the other’s favorite foods are. Sure they don’t know what music the other listens to either or what concerts they attend. And I’m sure N exaggerated about cooking for L or about buying him t-shirts. I’m sure he was just being nice when he went on and on about that peanut butter crumble. What they put off on that tour was just an illusion after all.

By the way, this is all sarcasm if some don’t get that, and I could have just gone on and on. Some people need to think critically…

Damn anon.

You cooked.

[novelconcepts]

Sort of feels like the writer’s strike gave the team a lot to ruminate on and a lot of pivots came out of that. Want to be clear: I don’t think that’s necessarily a bad thing. It bums me out that we’ve lost characters and actors I adore, but that was always going to be this kind of show. And they’ve proven they were willing to let the narrative breathe from the start: that’s why we had Laura Lee so long, it’s why Adam wasn’t Javi, it’s why Van got to grow up. I love that. I love writers that don’t get so cemented in their initial plan that they can’t evolve.

Where I do get a little finicky is everyone insisting it’s a “trade” for Swank, or that “a background character did this!” Melissa’s been getting fleshed out all season. You think that was an accident? Shauna’s paranoid murder of one lover looked crazy in season one, but now we’re in season three and we find out this is a pattern. Paranoia. Hard-and-fast ill-advised love affairs that turn vicious. Building her own enemy out of an innocent. Adam truly couldn’t see it coming, but Melissa gets decades to dwell. Melissa, who was introduced as someone who thought cannibalism wouldn’t be the worst thing. Melissa, who stood at Shauna’s back until it proved bad for her specifically. Shauna’s always been the heart of the story, the teammate whose eyes we stare through. Of course it’ll all come down to her. And of course she needs someone to go head to head with. She thinks she’s only haunted by Jackie, so obsessed with this ghost that she forgot (well, I guess didn’t realize, due to Faked Suicide) she fully crafted a very-alive haunting of her narrative. You don’t escape the awful shit you’ve done. It will follow you. That’s the whole point of this character. Do I want her instead of Van? Obviously not. But for this story of never forgiving, of carrying your sins home and being eaten alive by them? Yeah, I get it.

[penkura]

Father's Day Moments

Note: Sorry this so late today, I've been busy with my own stuff this weekend, but I got it done! :) This is simply Father's Day moments with a small surprise in each of them, I had a blast writing these. 💚 I know again that this day can be hard for some, so if this isn't something you're okay with reading, please feel free to skip it and read something makes you happy today. 💚💚

Ace has rarely ever thought about Father’s Day, considering his own issues with his father and all that growing up. Even after joining the Whitebeard Pirates he never thought too much of the day, only when Marco or someone else brought it that it was about that time of year. Once he has own his children, the sweet little girls you both share, he still doesn’t think about the day as being that important, it feels more for the kids then it does for the dad in his mind. You do most of the caring for your daughters anyway, even though Ace helps as much as he can when he’s not busy, you two are a team, you should use the day to rest together, right?

That’s why, after you get Rogue and Ann to give Ace the little handmade cards you helped them with (he’s not crying, you’re seeing things), Ace tries to pass the girls off to Marco and Izo for the day, having asked the two the day before if they could take the girls off the ship for the afternoon so you two could relax together. They both had agreed, you find it very odd they’re so willing to take the two when they’ve jokingly called your daughters little hell fires, Rogue and Ann are happy to go with them onto the island you’re docked at for a couple hours.

You’re still skeptical even when all Ace does is pull you into bed for a nap (just a nap, he swears when you ask if he’s got other motives). “Ace, what’s this all about? You know it’s—”

“Father’s Day, yeah, I know,” Ace buries his face in your hair and you can’t help but nearly melt in his arms, he’s so warm all the time, it feels so nice just to lay with him, “But you deserve some time off too~”

The way he nuzzles into your neck makes you giggle, wanting to say something about how you already had your day until he speaks up again.

“I wanna have another baby with you~”

That’s not a surprise to you, he’s said it several times since Ann turned four and you first brought it up, just wondering what his opinion would be and Ace promising he’d get back to you when he had decided. He finally did just about a week or two ago, right after her birthday, telling you that one more would be perfect, your family would be complete whether boy or girl.

“Yeah, that sounds good, Ace.”

It’s a few moments of silence before you hear him snoring, but it still makes you laugh softly before running your fingers through his hair while he sleeps.

“Happy Father’s Day, you dork.”

~~

Father’s Day had left a bad taste in Law’s mouth for a long time, having lost his own father and then Corazon, it first made him resent the day before it became just another day that meant time was passing by. No one to celebrate meant he could ignore it, until you came along and blessed him with your son and daughter, the two angels he watches play doctor almost every day with their stuffed animals. Eight-year-old Rosi and two-year-old Cora, both his spitting image and the brightest part of his days, apart from you obviously.

The day is quiet while your children play, Law trying to take a nap for once when he feels someone come over and put something on his chest, cracking one eye open to see Cora has her toy stethoscope while Rosi holds her up so she can reach, and it makes him smile. They’re both just darling, even if Rosi is reaching the point where he’ll say how embarrassing such statements are.

“What’s up? I need a checkup from Dr. Cora?”

She giggles and nods, while Rosi huffs a little. Cora has gotten so big, its hard for him to hold her for very long. He asks if she’s almost done, when she nods again and takes her toy off Law’s chest.

“All done!” Law ruffles her hair a bit and thanks her, as Rosi tells her they should go check her stuffed bunny now. The two hurry back to their toys, as Law tries again to nap before he feels like someone else is watching him, opening his eyes to see you leaned over giving him a smile.

“Have you gotten to rest at all?”

“No, but it’s fine,” shaking his head a bit, Law notices you seem to want to say something, and gives you a look, “You okay?”

“Mm,” nodding you look over to your children, watching them briefly as they wrap bandages around the bunny’s ears, “Just…what would you say to one more?”

Law raises an eyebrow and sees how fidgety you are by asking, wondering if you’ve already gotten an answer and you’re just double checking with him that it would be okay, or if you just suddenly have baby fever again. Either way, he doesn’t think it would be a bad thing. It would be welcomed.

“I think that would be fine…”

The way you light up and grin makes Law start to smile too, even when you begin to ramble a bit about how you haven’t felt well, which he knew already, and how you had gone and taken a pregnancy test, and well, looks like your ‘one more’ is coming sooner than expected based on the pink plus sign when you show him the test. Rosi and Cora were both planned, and while this one wasn’t, there’s an excitement in his heart that Law can’t deny at the thought of having another child with you.

Its not such a bad Father’s Day gift honestly.

~~

To be honest, Penguin never thought he’d be this lucky. He never thought he’d be lucky enough to find you, to get married and have two daughters with you, and now have the joy of bringing home your newborn son on Father’s Day, two days old and baby Sage has joined his sisters in your home, the eight-year-old and four-year-old girls both squealing over how tiny he is.

Penguin beams with pride while he watches them, Wren has gotten over her jealousy of having little siblings ever since Ivy started to get older and could play with her. When you told them the baby was a boy, they were both ecstatic to get a baby brother, and loved coming to the hospital to see and meet him.

As the two try to push each other out of the way to see him while Penguin holds Sage, you put your hands on their heads and quiet them down.

“Hey now, that’s enough. We don’t want to scare him. Don’t you two something for daddy anyway?”

Wren gasps loudly before nodding and grabbing Ivy’s hand, yelling for Penguin to wait there while they ran off to their room. He gives you a confused look while you sit beside him and start to coo at Sage.

“Babe, what’d you do?”

“I didn’t do anything. It was all them.”

When they finally come back, both are holding drawings they’d made the other day with you watching them (mostly since they were using markers). Wren had drawn your whole family as penguins while Ivy had mostly done stick figure drawings of your now family of five, both making sure to include the newest addition. They both tell Penguin ‘happy Father’s Day’ as they hand the pictures over, and he has to fight to not to cry while he hugs them close, kissing them both on the cheek multiple times and making them giggle.

“You’re both the best daughters I could’ve ever asked for!”

~~

Sanji doesn’t take a day off, what are you talking about? The man is a chef, a professional one at that, and with your twins tenth birthday just two days away, he’s busy making their birthday cakes and all the snacks and treats their friends are going to want at the party too. Even though he knows it’s Father’s Day, you know it too, your twins and second daughter have already given him the cards they’d made, he did cry and didn’t try to hide it, and he went right back to work. It might be a day for him to relax, but he doesn’t for more than those few minutes earlier in the day. He’d taken your three-month-old son Elie after you’d finished nursing him, strapping him against his chest in a baby carrier and getting to work while your baby slept against him so you could rest instead.

Honestly, it kind of made you feel bad because you’d already gotten your day, and Sanji was using his to prepare for your twins birthday party and watch your youngest son, your older three children were busying themselves with cleaning their rooms. You’ve already finished the laundry for the day and go to the kitchen to see Sanji isn’t up and cooking at the moment, instead sitting at the table and playing with your small son’s hands while talking to him while Elie looks up at him.

“I feel really blessed to have all of you, Elie. I really hope that you and your siblings know that as you grow up…” Sanji sighs a bit and places a soft kiss on Elie’s head, “I never want you to feel like I did.”

“They won’t,” you surprise Sanji by wrapping your arms around his shoulders and kissing his cheek, “You’re a wonderful father and doing so well with them, Sanji. Just from watching you with all four of our babies, they all absolutely love you.”

“My love—”

“And don’t argue with me, you know its true.”

Sanji laughs and nods, knowing he’d lose that argument in a heartbeat. You’re always so headstrong and just want him to realize that yes, he’s doing a million times better than his own father did, he’s on par with Zeff nowadays, who your kids also have come to adore as their grandfather.

You look around the kitchen a bit, asking if Sanji wants any help, before he starts listing off everything he still has to do and you just watch him. He starts to take Elie out of the baby carrier and hand him over to you as he sees the look on your face.

“Yeah, I’ll uh…sit with Elie while you cook.”

He laughs again, before kissing your forehead and giving you a smile. “That would be wonderful, my love.”

~~

You never truly know how to celebrate Father’s Day when the father of your children is Zoro. It feels like he doesn’t care about it, even when you roll your eyes at him and tell him just to tell you what he wants, before he shrugs and says he doesn’t need anything. He’s got you, Keitaro, and Kuina, and the rest of the Straw Hats, what else could he possibly want or need? There’s nothing material he needs really, unless you want to get him the expensive sake he likes but you think a liquor store owner might find it highly concerning that a seven-month pregnant woman is buying alcohol, which just made Zoro laugh at you when you brought that up.

Ah right, that’s right, it’s not just you, your two children, and the rest of the Straw Hats anymore, or won’t be in a few short weeks. The baby you actually planned this time would be joining you all soon, that’s more than enough. He definitely doesn’t need anything when he thinks about that, just that you and this baby are safe through the rest of your pregnancy and the birth. That’s all he really wants.

Maybe some of that sake still but he’ll get that another way.

His morning meditation that day is interrupted when he senses Keitaro nearby, the seven-year-old trying to sneak up and catch Zoro off guard, though it never works thanks to his observation haki. Even when your son throws his arms around him and yells “gotcha!”, Zoro just smirks a bit, keeping his eyes closed.

“I knew you were there.”

“Daaaad, you’re cheating!” Keitaro whines and pouts, trying to climb onto Zoro’s back before giving up and going around to sit in his lap. “Mama said haki is cheating!”

“That’s only cause your mom can’t sneak up on me either.” He opens his one good eye and stares down at his little clone, the boy still pouting with his arms crossed over his chest. “Where’re your mom and sister?”

“Umm, Kuina’s still asleep, and mama was awake, but said she was going to lay down cause the baby was making her sleepy again.”

“And what are you doing up so early?”

Keitaro starts to look away a bit, shyly trying not to give anything up, before leaning his head against Zoro’s chest and saying “I wanted to hang out just with you…”

When he was younger, Zoro never thought that having kids was for him. He thought they’d get in the way, that there wasn’t any reason to really have them around apart from legacy, but then you showed up and turned everything upside down. Keitaro wasn’t planned, but he’d brought so much more to both your lives than either of you expected. Your sweet Kuina was a surprise too, you swear she’s made Zoro softer in more recent years, something he tries to deny but everyone else can see it when she’s got his attention.

And your coming addition, the one that was planned, even if they hadn’t been you still would welcome this baby happily. Sometimes, Zoro still isn’t sure that fatherhood suits him, but you swear to him that he’s the best father you’ve ever seen, even better than your own, and maybe you’re right, just from how Keitaro quietly wants to spend time with his dad, just the two of them before the day really gets started. Its more apparent when Kuina convinces him to read to her, and when your unborn child kicks at his hand while he talks to them.

“All right, buddy,” Zoro sets one hand on Keitaro’s back and strokes his hair with the other, watching as he starts to fall back asleep too, not used to being up this early, “You stay with me for now then.”

Maybe he’s not so bad at this fatherhood thing after all.