#aye ah mwah

[carameldrizzl3]

GUYS I COMPLETELH SLACKED. IM SOOO SORRY. DAILY CLICKITY !!! ILL GET BACK ON BUSINESS I SWEARRR

[melinoelliones]

After Hours | Meliodas X Fem Reader

You had just stumbled into the Boar Hat after hours, but I bet the bartender can fix you up a little something.

2.5K Words

MINORS DNI/AGELESS BLOGS DNI/ANTI DC DNI/18+

Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, spanking, filling up, masterbation, slight breath play, tears, praise

HI HI! Back with the smut hehe, sorry this was SUPER LATE. I hope the Meliodas lovers enjoy mwah mwah. I just wanna note that...

1. This is selfshippy, reader is a princess of Liones (not Elizabeth). Not beta read.

2. I tried to make sure it was similar to canon Meliodas but I think I may have slipped up a bit. I read it over in his voice so it’s not like SUPER off. We may interpret him differently.

3. I am a NEW WRITER so this may be written weird I APOLOGISE!!

SO ANYWAYS..... have fun

“SORRY GUYS THE BOAR HATS CLOSED, COME BACK TOMORROW”, a familiar voice called out from the bar, their back facing you as they continued polishing glasses.

You had just made your way over from your father, King Batra’s party he had thrown for the Sins as a thank you for another successful mission to protect Liones. Usually you’d just stay home in the palace with your sisters and the others or atleast until it was over, however Meliodas had decided to keep the Boar Hat open and stay there, so you thought, why not surprise him and keep him company?

You sneakily strolled through the tavern, taking a seat at the bar without a word. “I said the Boar Hat is clos~ ah well hello there beautiful” Meliodas gave you a smug grin, peering behind to see you sat across from him. 

“Space for one more?” you pouted, your puppy dog eyes were almost impossible for him to resist, “bars closed im afraid….. But I'm sure I can fix you up something real quick”, he caved, flashing you a quick wink before turning back to the alcohol.

Meliodas may have been a terrible cook, horrendous cook even but he could make a killer drink with absolutely anything, he also knew your taste palette particularly well and had yet to fail at coming up with a concoction you’d enjoy. And who could turn down a free drink?

You watched as the captain shook up up a drink for you, showing off along the way with a few bottle flips and tricks, “like what you see?” he joked as you rolled your eyes, attempting to hide your laughter. He was quite the show off sometimes but you adored every last second of it every time.

Placing a single kiss on the rim of the glass, the barkeep slid the dark coloured beverage in front of you. As you took a sip from the spot he kissed you hummed in glee, “oooo it's actually really good, maybe the best one so far”.

 “Aye, what kind of barkeep would I be if I couldn’t make my girl the perfect drink huh?” he shrugged, making his way out the bar over to the stools you were sat at.

As you continued to down your glass Meliodas quizzed you on your antics prior to coming over, you answered blindly, blissfully unaware that the man was now directly behind you, your back flush against his chest.

“I did miss you though, there was no chance that I’d stay in the palace till the end when I could come see you” you smiled sweetly to yourself, swirling the left over ice cubes. 

“Is that right, what did you miss about me hmm?” he mumbled against your neck, a wave of chills rushing through your body as you realised how close the guy now was to you. A pair of hands roamed freely across your chest, your tight fitted shirt making it easy for them to feel up every inch of it.

“I m~missed your erm jokes”

“Mmhmm what else?” he questioned, slithering one hand down from your chest to your lower stomach, lifting up your skirt in the process. Before you could muster up a response Meliodas ran his fingers along your slit before creating small circles on your clit, the friction from your underwear across it making you yearn for more. 

“Hey hey, I asked you a question didn’t I? What else did you miss about me tonight?” he teased, increasing the pressure on your sensitive clit as you cursed beneath your breath.

As you pondered for a second, Meliodas inched your newly damp underwear to the side, sliding your lips apart to reveal how wet you already were. “Well would you look at that” he smirked, using your own precum to ease two fingers into you, “you’re already drenched for me, I haven’t even started yet”. 

You yelped softly as he re-asked you the question that had completely slipped your mind, “Go on princess, you missed…..?”. 

” I~er missed your umm company?” you winced, lost for answers as he pushed his digits knuckles deep into your soaking cunt before curling them to find the sensitive patch. Your body naturally twitched as he found it, letting him know exactly what to pay attention to.

You melt into his touch, hips rocking into his fingers as he sped up, his palm pressing against your semi-swollen bud adding to the pleasure. 

The guy allowed his free hand to make work of your neglected breasts, skimming it under your form-fitted shirt as he kneaded your already hard nipples between his fingers, “Is that right? Did you miss this too? Me feeling you up?”. 

You could feel the blood rushing to your lower stomach as he focused on the growing spot inside of you, your hips rolling into his fingers, your moans soft but sloppy due to the overload of stimulation, “Meliodas p~please I-” 

“I know I know” he smirked, trailing a few small kisses on the nape of your neck.

“Hold your breath for me okay?”

Doing as told you took in a small breath, the barman deepened the curls of his fingers whilst the other hand twisted your nipples as you squirmed. You clung to your seat, the sound of him sliding in and out of you like music to his ears, “And out” he commanded.

The heat in your stomach was at its peak, you tried to steady your breathing as you could feel yourself reaching the end, “could ya hold your breath again love”. 

Taking in another breath you threw your head back against his chest “now cum for me, right here on this stool” he urged, scissoring his digits deeper inside you, his palm swiping against your clit harshly, your muffled whimpers and whines keeping him going. 

Your body twisted and turned in the stool as you came, coating his fingers completely as your thighs squeezed together around the guy's hand, yet he kept his pace allowing you to long out every second of your peak. Your chest tightened slightly as you remembered you were holding your breath, “You can breathe now my love” Meliodas chuckled.

Your breathless body fell back against him whilst you caught your breath, his warmth calming you down as he slid out his fingers, “well would you look at that, you did so well. Why dontcha clean these off for me too?” he asked, you could almost hear the smirk on his face as he showed you his fingers, they were almost dripping in your release.

In between breaths you rolled out your tongue, allowing him to slip them into your mouth, “that’s it” he cooed watching you suck yourself off them, your tongue weaving along them taking it all in before he pulled them away. He wanted to be the first to taste your sweet juices but you just looked too perfect with his fingers in your mouth.

You guys stayed as you were for what felt like a few minutes whilst you cooled off, he gave you nothing but sweet kisses before helping you off the bar stool. The alcohol conveniently started to take effect as you hit the ground, your cheeks burning up as you bent yourself over one of the tables in front of you.

Meliodas crept up behind you as you left your exposed ass in the air, your underwear completely doused and on display. You felt his clothed lower half meet yours, his needy cock poking through the layers of fabric separating you both. 

Trailing a hand up your trembling thigh he sniggered, “so was that all you missed? Or did you miss my cock in that pretty little cunt of yours hmm?”. 

You nodded, grinding back on it as he groaned, he needed to be in you so bad, fucking you sensless over this table, but he had to hold out. “I need you to say it, tell me what the princess wants” he huffed, feeling himself growing against your soiled underwear which was now seeping through his own pants.

“P~Please Meli I need you, please fuck me” 

“That's what I like to hear, such a needy princess” he cooed, taking in the sopping sight before him as he slipped your panties down to your ankles. “I’ll fill you up real good okay?” he reassured you whilst sliding down the band of his trousers, you watched as he freed his throbbing cock, biting your lip as you knew what was coming.

He may have been a small guy height wise but he wasn’t lacking in that area by any means, the girth alone always took you by surprise, wondering how your body always managed to accommodate such a thing.

Planting a firm hand on your hip he eased you back, gliding his cock along your slick folds before sliding the tip in. “F~fuck” was all he managed to get out as you inhaled sharply, clawing at the wooden table beneath you, the sheer size of him pushing out all the breath from your body.

“Cmon, you can take it” he assured you, pulling you back onto him, planting himself fully inside you, your walls slowly trying to adjust to it.

“Y~You’re so fucking tight, and so warm” he trembled as you conformed to his size.

You felt the barmans calloused hand travel up the curve of your back to your neck, then across to your jawline. With a slight tug he pulled your head, your needy eyes meeting his as your back arched completely. He placed a single peck on your forgotten lips before helping you back onto the table, “You’re doing so good for me”.

Setting his hands back onto your bare hips he pulled out almost completely before shoving himself back in, making sure to bottom out inside, “s~so big” was all you managed to choke out as he hit your sensitive spot with pure force.

He continued to drive himself in and out of your cunt, each motion being more intense than the last, making sure to hit your sweet spot every time. He knew you both wouldn’t last very long but he was determined to make the most of what y'all had. Hearing your little squeals each time he crashed into you making him crave your words. 

“I wanna hear your voice, I need to hear how good I make you feel” Meliodas panted continuing his strides, his balls swiping your swollen bud with each one, he wanted nothing more than for your moans to ring though the empty tavern. 

“Oh fuck, FUCK baby please, don’t stop” you desperately cried out as he spanked you, it was almost as if that brought your voice back. The sting adding to the intense wave of pain and pleasure swirling around inside your body, he felt so good but it hurt so bad. 

“That's what I wanna hear, cmon now, I wonder how the King would feel knowing that his daughter likes to be fucked like a common whore over a bar table by a little ole Bartender”

“Oh, did you like that? You like being called a whore while I fuck you like this, how unladylike” he grinned as he felt you close around him, so much so that he let out his own moan followed by a few curses. 

As you attempted to lift yourself off the table you caught a glimpse of your reflections in the fogged up window, a familiar dark purple mark drawing in your full attention. The man fucking you was no longer your sweet little barkeep, this was the Demon King's first son in all his glory. 

You now understood why he was being so vulgar and rough, it's not as if you didn’t love this but you were surprised that your neediness would result in him letting his demon side show.

“See what you do to me? I can’t even keep myself in human form” he sighed jokingly spanking you a second time, watching as a dark red hand mark slowly pulled itself to the surface of your ass whilst you let out all types of profanities.

You could feel you were at your limit, the scales were at a tipping point and you knew it would spill over any second. 

“Meli, I’m s~so close”, you choked out between strokes, your walls closing in on his piece as your body gave in.

“Go on, cum on this cock”

That was all the motivation you needed to hear, you felt Meliodas grab one side of the table as you came, your walls tightening causing a temporary halt to his movements, “that's it, paint my cock white”.

Meliodas longed out his thrusts to allow you to enjoy your orgasm, your pussy creaming around him coating his shaft completely. 

Before you had time to catch your breath Meliodas plunged into your sensitive core, your knees buckling ever so slightly trying to regain some strength, “cmon you can hold out for me”.

Tears trickled down your heated cheeks as the guy rutted into you mercilessly, all thoughts and words vanishing with each thrust leaving you a whining mess. “You’re doing so good, so fucking good” he grunted, giving you all the praise you deserved. 

Only you could treat him like this, the only one who ever made him feel this good, he was in a trance when in you.

His cock twitched inside of you as his grunts filled out the room, he was almost at his breaking point and you knew it. “I c~can’t Meliod-”, “uh uh uh, yes you can”, he hushed you, knowing your tired body would give way at some point.

After a few more clashes with your sweet spot he came, smearing your sore walls with his seed as you constricted around him once again, milking his cock clean into your aching cunt. 

The warm liquid was being plugged in by him before he lazily pulled out, “you took everything out of me, good girl”.

You panted as you felt both of your releases ooze out and down your inner thigh, Meli just stood back enjoying watching your body naturally push it out while fixing his pants. 

“F~Fuck you look so hot like that, maybe I should fill you up more often. Could be a bit risky though” he joked, using his forefingers to push it back into you.

Meliodas slipped you into his arms from the table, not letting you use any of the little energy you had left in you to move, leaving your underwear at the table's base. 

He watched as your tear stained cheeks hit his chest, your eyes struggling to stay open, but you did manage to notice that he was back to his regular self.

“S~Sorry about the mess” you yawned, knowing that everyone would be arriving back to the Boar Hat soon, “Don’t worry about that, let's just get you to bed”, he whispered, planting a simple kiss on your forehead.

 His only priority was you, and he knew as long as you were taken care of, everything was fine. He couldn’t care less about the others, so much so that he had failed to mention to you that he may or may not have seen a few sin shaped shadows on the other side of the tavern door moments before you came. But that story would be for another day.

[silent-raven13]

Hobie, baby

Miles happily walks over to his boyfriend at HQ, he happily giggles, "Hobie, baby!"

"What is it, luv?" Hobie turns pink with pretty heart patterns when he looks at his darling. He got up to see his Sunflower being so happy.

"Nothing, just like calling you that." Miles took his boyfriend's hands with his fingertips gently massaging the punker's palm, "Kiss?" He got on his tiptoes and pucker his lips waiting for his boyfriend to kiss him back.

Hobie chuckles lowly with a smile on his face, he leans over to kiss his Sunflower. "Mwah!" Miles happily giggles before trying to kiss his boyfriend again. "Mwah!"

The punker happily stood enjoying all the attention and love from his gorgeous Sunflower. "Wow, look at you lovebirds! No wonder, Miguel had to make sure Lyla have you two behaving!" The couple looks over spotting a Spider-woman holding a tablet being amused at the sight.

"Lupe!" Miles said out loud at the Spider-woman being a bit bashful, but Hobie quickly wrap his arms around Miles' neck being protective. He turned a bit grey, a sign he doesn't like their time together are being interrupted.

"Wow, easy Spider Punk. I come in piece! I'm signing you two on a mission with my team." She sync her watches with the information, "I think you two will enjoy it."

"Mmm, a mission being separated without my Sunflower," Hobie rested his chin on Miles' shoulder then rub his cheeks against his cheeks.

Miles look at the world, "Ah, come on, bae. Its been awhile since we went on a mission together!"

"We're always on a mission together!"

"But with a group." Miles cutely pout. Hobie loves it when it's just them two. They seem to get their mission done faster.

Lupe giggles, "Well, it's either you're coming with us, Brown. Or... your bf is gonna go alone and meet another Hobart Brown."

Hobie already became jealous. Miles nervously chuckles, "Hehehe, aye. Hobie, don't worry! Nothing-" Lupe hums pushing the punker's buttons, "Oh this Hobart is the Prowler and he is quite the dashing young man. I wouldn't be surprised if he would flirt with-"

"How about no! Me and him rather go-" Miles pouts at his boyfriend, "Hobie! You gotta relax, bae. I'm sure will be fine. Besides, if your coming with me then we wouldn't have a problem!"

Lupe giggles, "Yeah, besides it'll be fun. This one you two can go undercover..." She sweetly hums at Hobie, "Miles could be the girl."

"Huh! Why me?"

Hobie quickly accepted the mission through their watches, "Okay."

"Huh! Wait, that's it! Because you wanna see me in a dress!" Miles shouted out loud.

Lupe giggles, "Miles, you look good in a dress. Anyway, thanks. I'll leave you two lovebirds alone." She happily went off.

Miles turns to his boyfriend, "Really!"

"Yes."

"Because you want me in a dress?"

"Yup." Hobie's body turned pink with cartoon blushes on his cheeks. "I would want you to wear a red dress."

"Oh pfft! Hell nah! Last time I was the girl! You should be the-" Hobie snorted, "Darling, you have amazing legs to be the woman."

"Oh, so now your sticking to your gender roles?"

"I don't believe inconsistency, Sunflower." He hums. "Perhaps, you should wear black stilettos and-" Miles huffs, "You wish!"

"Awe, come on, darling don't be like that." Hobie wraps his arms around his boyfriend's waist. Miles tend to be so cute when he's mad. "Who's your baby, Sunflower?" He rubs his cheeks to his Miles like a cat.

"You are." Miles mutters.

"I'm your baby?"

"Yes, you're my baby! Hobie, baby!" Miles gave a small smile, "But I'm not wearing black stilettos. I'll probably wear gold."

"Ohh, fancy. I like, Sunflower." Hobie gave kisses at his boyfriend's cheeks then blew raspberries to tickle him. Miles giggles being happy again.

(Ya'll thought I stop on the punkflower, huh? Hell nah! Just business with It's Over story! Anyhoo, Lupe is my Spidersona.)

[awesomex7]

(A little sad pic I drew of Piranha just before he met The Bad Guys. Right under is a mini-story I wrote to go along with the pic.)

Piranha left his crime family in Bolivia to pursue an independent life away from being overshadowed and bullied by his siblings. He went out to find a job in the city. However every attempt was completely unsuccessful as he scared everyone at every job interview with his razor sharp teeth. Defeated. He sleeps in a box. Dirty, sad, and alone.

During the afternoon, Shark walks by, catching Piranha in there for a split second. His eyes darted to the box to confirm what he saw. A sad weak Piranha with a poorly drawn "Free Piranha Can Cook" sign next to it.

"Poor guy." Shark immediately picks Piranha up. 

Piranha opened his eyes. "AYE! UN TIBURÓN!"

Shark dropped him back in the box, startled.

"Y-you have sharp teeth too right?" Piranha showed off his chompers with a “NOM NOM”.

"Uh huh." Shark showed off his teeth too, causing everyone around them to run off horrified!

Piranha's eyes glittered. Someone who understood him, someone who could relate to him! 

Shark was awed by Piranha's adorableness. “Let’s get you off the street and to somewhere safe.” He took Piranha and ran home with him. 

“Wahoo!” Piranha was happy and excited. He was being taken by a shark that could gobble him up, but he did not care in the slightest. Anywhere was better than the box.

---

Shark slammed open the door! "Can we keep him?" Shark asked Wolf and Snake. Holding Piranha, showing him to the two.

"Hola." Piranha waved.

Wolf responded. "Sure!"

Followed by Snake. "No…"

Snake and Wolf reacted to each other’s response with a loud, “WHAT?”

"Why not Snake? Look at him! He's so cute!" Wolf ruffled Piranha's head fin.

Piranha lightly purred in delight.

Snake sighed. "Wolf, who knows where that thing's been? He might bite your arm off."

Piranha crossed his arms. "I only bite those who are mean to me. And you are falling dangerously close to that category amigo."

"All the reason to throw you in the trash bin." Snake snorted.

Wolf pleaded. "Snake, please be reasonable."

"Reasonable? Wolf. The last thing we need is another roommate. A roommate we know nothing about. Are we gonna share our food with this thing?"

"I can cook." Piranha kicked his feet in the air playfully.

"The sign says so." Shark showed the sign Piranha had.

Snake placed his tail under his chin. "You caught my interest."

---

Piranha hummed happily as he made burritos for everyone. Working professionally at a swift pace.

The three stared in amazement at Piranha's techniques.

When he was finished, Piranha slid three dishes out in front of Wolf, Snake, and Shark. Burritos that had a delicious spicy aroma. 

The steam coming off the burritos went into their nostrils… Which was followed with drooling mouths.

"Bon appi-"

The three chomped down on their burritos excitedly!

"-tite… Heh, might as well." Piranha chomped down on an extra burrito he made in a sloppy fashion.

Shark licked his fins. "Oh man! We don't even cook, we just order takeout and microwave what we can get."

Wolf made a "mwah" motion. "This was the tastiest burrito I ever had. And I don't even like Mexican food."

Snake hissed. Circles appeared around his eyes. So good. SO GOOD!  "The fish stays." He said calmly.

Piranha's eyes sparkled as he gave the biggest sharp toothed smile he could.

"Ah ha! I knew you would come around!" Wolf wrapped an arm around Snake.

Snake gently lifted his tail. "Yeah, yeah. Just no more roommates okay?"

---

Later…

Piranha showed the others a jar with a tarantula inside. "Can we keep it?"

Webs was sitting in the jar with a sigh. Waving hello to the others. “He saved me from getting squished during rush time.” She pointed to Piranha with her thumb.

Shark and Wolf looked at Webs, then back at Snake, awaiting for his response with pleading faces.

Snake was hiding his head under a pillow groaning. "You gotta be kidding me…"

[redridcr]

"Alright, your turn." Nevermind the apparently missing eye, Lena wasn't about to let anyone just ride her bike without her on it. But as a show of grace, Red can hop on the newly installed second seat. "Hold on tigh'. Might be a bi' faster than ol' Red."

@chronal-anomaly is nice to me and just sent in a random inbox thing!! MWAH!!!

Red Pollard heard it from Howard Senior himself on why people preferred the whir of wheel instead of hooves ; " You don't have to feed it and you don't have to stable it. " Red could hear the voice ( that harbored nothing but happiness and love ) and heartfelt laughter now, and wanted to argue that, hell, gas was still guzzled and a garage was a still a home for a giant steel beast.

And what sat infront of him explained both the differences and similarities between he and Lena ( besides the loud personalities, short hair, and small stature ) ; shining metal versus soft muzzles, and a shared affection for adrenaline. So he stood there, hands twirling the helmet tossed his way, and a smart remark thrown at Lena ;

" Ah, fuck. How come I get the booster seat, aye? "

[mermaidinthecity]

Y'all need a masterclass from my man. Learn how to satisfy like he can, he can. Ain't tryna control me and own me like an old man on C-SPAN. Bet you wish you could wife this, mwah. Stay mad, that's priceless. You with your god complex. But you can't even make life, bitch, bitch. Yet your opinion's so strong even when you're wrong, oh. Bet that feels like power to you, that feels like power to you. Must've forgot who you're talking to. I am your mother, I am your mother. You listen to me, you listen to me. Stop all that mansplaining, ay, no one's listening, shh. Tell me, who gave you the permission to speak? Ah, speak. I am your mother, I am your mother. You listen to me. You just a, you just a, just a, hey. You just a bum bum bum, hey. Ladies shake your, hey. Shake that bum, bum bum bum. You just a.

Mother by Meghan Trainor

[naffeclipse]

I'm really really happy you like the comic and I loved reading your comment! Let me tell you, making it consumed me all week XD And seriously, thank you so much for writing and sharing your story, it's been since before the lockdown started that I was last so excited and happy to work on something big like that and it speaks volumes of your story how much it gripped me to make something for it ;v;

Fun fact about the last Eclipse page, the colour of his sunrays match the colour of the Vigilante's bruises and blood! :3

And if I may offer one more gift...of robo-cleavage.

You are awesome <3

Hi, Plum!! *waves*

I'm still amazed by you doing a whole comic, colored and everything ahhh! Seriously amazing work, babe ❤❤❤

You're making me melt, you're so sweet thank you!!! Ah, that means the world to me ❤

AY YO I LOVE THAT DETAIL ALAJAGAHKHGA AHHH

Not to be an Eclipse simp but oh my gosh, robo-clevage, my beloved. (Also love how annoyed Sun is, lol, poor guy) Oh gosh, I'm so excited to see where your art leads next!!!!

NO, YOU'RE AWESOME ❤💝 (thank you so much *mwah*)

[sillysnack]

sibling instincts

💟 (x reader, strictly platonic) pair: camilo madrigal & 13 y.o reader prns used: they/them (3rd person) word count (exclu. translations): 1368 requested by @iyahpostsstuff mwah im so sorry this took so long T__T hope u like this ueueue

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hello i did not use y/n is anyone proud of me.

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Camilo walks around town at night. He always does, and he makes sure his family knows so they don’t worry about him. The streets are quiet, at least for him, Camilo’s heard his sister talk many times about the intense dinners she’s heard. He shivers at the thought, also because of the cold breeze brushing past him.

Camilo stops at his tracks. He hears… crying? He nervously tugs at his ruana. Camilo takes a deep breath. “It’s nothing. Not La Llorona. You’re fifteen now. She wouldn’t take you. She’s not real, anyways.” He blinks twice. “Wait. If our powers are real… anything could be real. Ay, Dios. Dios ayúdame.”

Camilo breathes in and out. “It’s nothing scary. I should check it out. The right thing to do! It could be someone who needs my help. ¿Qué pasa si es un monstruo que me persigue? Camilo, tranquilo. (What if it is a monster out to get me? Camilo, calm down.)”

The shapeshifter approaches the source of the sound. Camilo thinks to himself, Sólo vives una vez, ¿no? (You only live once, right?) He sighs in relief. “Ah, it’s only you.” Camilo looks at the person’s surroundings, he reaches his arm out for you. “There’s a bench right there, care to sit with me?” You nod and hold his hand, Camilo leading you to the nearby bench.

You let go of Camilo’s hand and wipe your tears, clearing your throat before speaking. “Thanks.” Camilo shrugs. “I didn’t do anything.” You shake your head. “Still, thanks for approaching me. Glad you had the guts to approach la llorona.” You joke, making Camilo awkwardly laugh.

The Madrigal apologised. “No fue mi intención. Mamá me contó muchas cosas sobre ella ayer. (I didn't mean to. Mom told me a lot about her just yesterday.)” Camilo receives a laugh from you. He scans your face, you were probably a few years younger than him… which would make you 12 or 13, he guesses.

“Está bien. It wasn’t too hard to hear you, y’know? Considering the fact that literally everyone else is asleep right now.” Camilo laughs, agreeing with you.

The two of you are quiet for a while. “Are you okay? I mean, you probably aren’t, but did crying make you at least feel… ¿Te sientes aliviado? (do you feel relieved?)” You reply shortly, “Sort of.”

Camilo bites his tongue. What was he supposed to do? Usually in this situation he’d shapeshift into someone else– preferably someone you were fond of– but he doesn’t know anything about you.

“Do you… want to talk about it?”

You shrug. “Don’t know. Are you willing to listen?” Camilo nods. “Can I ask what your name is, though?” You shake your head. “Maybe another time. You know what I look like.”

Camilo playfully raises an eyebrow. “Do I? I’m not sure…” He says as he shapeshifts into a carbon copy of you, unsurprising for the both of you. You two chuckle. Camilo quickly turns back into himself. “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me your name. Feel free to drop by casita any time, you’re welcome there!”

You smile at him. “Gracias.”

An awkward silence fills the air again with you silently wondering if Camilo was planning on leaving to continue his stroll and Camilo thinking if he should ask you why you were crying in the first place.

“Are you leaving? / Do you need to talk?”

Camilo laughs. “Sorry, you go first.” You shoot him a smile. “Are you going to continue your walk?” He shakes his head. “I’ll stay here with you. Figured you’d need company. Small town but no one really knows the stuff beyond the mountains, probablemente la llorona o alguien más aterrador… tal vez hasta El Sombrerón. (Probably La Llorona or someone scarier… maybe even El Sombrerón.)”

You raise an eyebrow. “What’s scary about a man in a hat?” Camilo loudly gasps. “You don’t know? El Sombrerón is said to chase his victims through lonely, moonlit areas where he is sometimes accompanied by two fearsome black dogs.” He shapeshifts into a tall man dressed in all-black, with a huge dark hat.

“Wouldn’t you be the one in danger?”

Camilo turns back to himself and shrugs. “Maybe. But if I’m gone first, he’ll go for you next.” You smile. “I’ll be okay. I’ve faced worse.”

“Oh? Who?”

You make a gesture as if you were telling a scary story to a child, “Pressure! Sorry, bad joke, not good to joke about bad stuff… force of habit.” Camilo looks at you, “Do you want to talk about it?”

You take a deep breath. “Might as well.” You stay silent for a while, trying to find the right words to say. Camilo doesn’t say anything, but gives you encouraging looks to speak up.

“It’s okay. It’ll just be between you and me. My sister won’t listen to this.” You nod. “It’s just… you enjoyed yourself when you were thirteen, right?” Camilo nods. “Had a lot of fun.” You hum and fumble with the hem of your clothes. “Everything feels overwhelming. I feel like I have so much to do, with little time to rest. And, I’m only thirteen! I should be enjoying myself.”

Camilo sighs. “And that’s completely okay. I had a conversation similar to this with another person before. It’s okay to be overwhelmed. Thirteen’s a wacky time in life, I think. We’re starting to pull away from our childishness and slowly but also kind of quickly maturing… at least that’s how I see it.”

You smile at him. “I think I get what you’re saying.”

Camilo smiles back. “Yeah! The best advice I can give right now is to  step back from time to time, take deep breaths. Everything will be okay soon. And if anyone’s making you do chores for them even if you’re tired: say no. No need for you to crack under pressure.”

You avoid eye contact with Camilo. Who knew he was great at comforting everyone? Must be another gift of his, he is brother material. “But diamonds form under pressure..?”

Camilo rolls his eyes. “And bread rises when you let it rest! Trust me! I basically live in the kitchen! We’re all different! If people perform their best under pressure, good for them! But if it’s not for you, that’s okay!” He sighs, “Sorry if I raised my voice. I hope this conversation somehow made you feel better.”

You shake your head. “No worries. You weren’t too loud. Also, it did help! Thank you. I owe you a lot.” Camilo stands up and bows. “All in a day's work, mi amigo. If you’re up for it, I could help you with your chores this week. Multitasking’s kind of my specialty.”

Your smile widens. “Really? Thank you so much!” You suddenly pull him in a hug, which he returns. “Diré que no esperaba eso, amigo mío. (I'll say, I wasn't expecting that, my friend.)” You pull away from the hug. “Lo siento, me abrumé. No fue mi intención hacerte sentir incómodo. (Sorry, I got overwhelmed. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.)”

Camilo frantically waves his hands. “Don’t be sorry! I hugged you back, I’m okay with hugging. Kind of my love language.” You shrug, considering the multiple times he’s seen tackling his relatives in hugs checks that out.

“Ah! Let me walk you home! It’s dark right now, you might get lost.” You shake your head. “Is it okay if I stay at tu casa for a while? I kind of got mad and walked away from home.”

You feel like Camilo’s hesitating to say ‘yes’, at least you hope so.

“Wouldn’t your family be worried?” You nod. “They’re probably asleep right now, though. I’m sure they’ve prayed already.” You awkwardly laugh. Camilo nervously bites his lower lip. “They wouldn’t be mad if you came home the next morning, though? From our house?” You shake your head.

“If they were, I’ll explain it to them. They’ll understand. Plus, if we’re comparing distances, your house is closer.”

Camilo sighs. “Bueno. You could stay over at the nursery, which will be a temporary guest room for tonight.”

“It’s almost 2 AM.”

Camilo laughs. “You have a point. Come on.” He shows-off a gentle smile that you return. “You’re a good listener, do you know that?” Camilo nods. “Sibling things. I’m a good person in general, do you know that?”

You playfully roll your eyes. “Not really, no…” Camilo scoffs, “Say that again and you’re staying over.” You stick your tongue out for a split second. “You wouldn’t!” He sighs, “You’re right. I wouldn’t.”

[loth-wolffe]

Make a Wish

Pairings: none. a lil bit of captain rex x reader if you squint.

Summary: the torrent company prepares something for your birthday<3

Word count: 1,4k not proofread

A/n: So!!! i know I've been dead for the past week, but today's my sweetiepie ana @leia-saveourskins birthday!!!! and she asked me to write a little something for her so I came back from hell bc i can't really say no to mi bb ana. congrats bubs!! i hope you have the most amazing day today and always. hope you like this heheh<3 tqm mucho. mwah mwah mwah

Rex had called you to the hangar, something about Anakin needing some help with something, his words rushed as if he didn't have time and you felt confused, it wasn't like there weren't any more mechanics working at the time, and the General had given you half day off, "as a birthday present," he had told you, after a little hug and a congratulations.

You rushed your steps, hair still slightly wet from the shower you took before and the thought of getting more engine oil on you made you roll your eyes.

This better be good.

Once you got to the hangar door, you found it was closed, frowning, you commed Rex.

"The door is closed."

You hear him coughing, a few murmurs are heard and you never felt more confused in your life, what was going on.

"Yeah, sorry." He mumbled, "Ahsoka locked it by, uh, accident." Rex sounded nervous, and for some reason it made your heart beat faster. Did something happen? If it required for the General, Commander and Captain to be in the room, it must be important, but then again, there's no power in this galaxy that could ever torn them apart.

"Its open now."

It's not long before the door opens before you, and as soon as you step into the room, a chant of "surprise!" is heard, keeping you in place as your brain processes the image before you, tears filling your eyes as soon as it settles in your heart.

Everyone is there, your fellow mechanics, Anakin, Ahsoka, the troopers you had become friends with, even the General of the 212th was there, with big smiles on their faces, a big sign with messy letters in aurebesh that read Happy Birthday colored with the 501st blue hung between two ships, it was almost falling off, but the thought warmed your soul. The "ay" looked incredibly smaller as they run out of space compared to the wide H at the beginning, they all had different styles, and you wondered if they agreed to write one letter per person.

"I–" you started, but words didn't come out, you were left speechless, many emotions running through your mind and your heart that you couldn't pick one to express what you felt.

"Thank you," you whisper, blinking quickly in hopes for the tears to disappear, but they don't, much less when Ahsoka comes for you and holds your hand, leading you towards everyone.

"Ah! it's nothing, the boys insisted we should celebrate." She told you, the mischievous smile she wore told you she was to blame.

"The boys? Snips you couldn't shut up about the surprise party for a week." Anakin said, walking towards you before enveloping in a warm hug, one that lasted longer than the one he gave you a few hours prior. "Happy birthday," he murmured softly in your ear, and you smiled widely.

Anakin hasn't been nothing but nice since you joined the Resolute, times spent at the hangar fixing whatever ship he completely destroyed in his perfect landings, and you were completely past knowing him solely as The General and more as Anakin.

"Thanks, boss."

He chuckled, ruffling your hair before Ahsoka pushed him away.

"Hey, we all want our hugs gramps," she said as she gave you the tightest of hugs, laughing quietly when you hear Anakin huff in annoyance. "Hope we have you many many more years with us."

It took you a while, to be congratulated by everyone, Obi Wan being the first right after Ahsoka, Rex lingering a bit more than most, his cheeks a sweet shade of pink as he stumbles over his words.

"I uh," he scratches the nape of his neck, aware of the line of clones behind him waiting to hug you, "I, I know this isn't much but," his eyes look down to his feet before meeting your eyes, golden eyes filled with nothing but affection, his fingers fumble awkwardly with his belt as he tries to take something from one of the many bags. "I got you this."

He gives you a little bouquet of flowers of your favorite color, already placed in a cup with water to keep them from dying.

"Rex you–" for the second time in the past hour, tears fill your eyes, a lump in your throat makes it hard for the words to be pushed past your lips, "you didn't have to."

"I wanted to." He frowns slightly, looking at the little box in your hands, "like i said, it's not much, but–"

"It's perfect, thank you."

You kiss his cheek, feeling like melting from all the love you're receiving, but mostly because how even now, in the middle of war, between so much death and suffering, they still find a moment to celebrate life, to still be kind, to be thoughtful and caring.

The tips of his ears turn red, and you giggle softly before thanking him again, he nods as he moves for the next person to give you his best wishes, a few give you little kisses on your cheeks, and others give you stiff hugs that made you chuckle.

Jesse is the last one to hug you, along with Hardcase and Fives.

"Happy birthday to not only the best mechanic in the GAR, but to our best friend as well." Jesse says before giving you a bone crushing hug, a loud, breathless laugh leaving your lips as he leaves a very wet kiss on your cheek.

Hardcase doesn't wait for Jesse to leave before he's hugging you too.

"Happy birthday!"

And it's not long before you have all the boys crushing you in the biggest bear hug you've ever had, feeling a bit claustrophobic for a moment but that doesn't stop you from enjoying the moment, your heart swelling with love.

When they all pull away to let you breath, Fives places a hand over your shoulders, walking you towards the Generals and the Commander waited for you.

"We got another surprise for you!"

"Oh really?" You ask, looking at Echo when he places himself on your other side, throwing his arm over your shoulders as well and walking in sync with you and Fives.

"Fives really insisted on it."

You hum, confused once more, but as soon as you meet with the others, you find what they were talking about.

There's a big cake being held by two astromechs, the white frosting perfectly placed under the blue letters that held your name right on the middle, sprinkles of at least eight different colors, one of the corners had way too much yellow and there was a tiny smiley face on another.

"There's no birthday if there's no cake." Fives stated, and everyone agreed.

"We made it, so we're not completely sure if it's good," Tup sheepishly admitted, and you almost melted at the thought.

They were too sweet, incredibly so that your heart couldn't take it.

"Thank you guys, I'm sure it's amazing."

"Oh! you cannot cut it without blowing the candle," Obi Wan spoke, patting his clothes trying to find the candle Anakin made sure he didn't forget.

He placed it on the when he found it, giving you a dashing smile and a wink once he did. R2 was quick to lit it up.

The boys made sure to be loud when singing the happy birthday song, Hardcase and Jesse making their voices as low and loud as they could, making Dogma roll his eyes and Fives laugh for most of the song.

Tears left your eyes a few times, overwhelmed with the affection they all had for you, your cheeks hurting with how wide you were smiling.

"What did you wish for?" Fives asked you at some point, to which you shook your head as you took another bite of cake that –to everyone's surprise,– it was actually good.

"Can't tell you."

"Why not?"

"Some say that if you say your wish, it won't happen." He scoffs.

"Sounds like bullshit." You laugh loudly, which makes Fives' face break into a smile.

You don't tell him, though, that you didn't wish for anything. Not really, for everything you wanted was right there, with you, the feeling of home, of warmth. Knowing you belonged somewhere, in a family you found all by yourself, surrounded with joy, and love.

They made sure it was your best birthday ever.

[angelthebedsheet]

my fav boys with slick black s/o pt 1?

a/n: im losing inspiration for my current requests and i’m not feeling good mentally or physically. my mood has been down the whole week and it’s messing with my school work so that’s also putting me in a sad mood. but im also in the mood for some fightin words so i’ll use my comfort boys. this may be corny but hey it works for me and this is my blog ❤️

lets get it

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Bakugo Katsuki

bro you MATCH his ENERGY so well with your clapbacks

tbh... bakugo’s clapbacks are just trash

he got the aggression but cmon now

tf is “shitty extra”

boy if you dont sit ya ass down

he LOVES your clapbacks tho

them shits be making him lose his mind

any slick shit you say he eats that UP

one time monoma was talking too much shit and you just

“nigga if you dont sit yo ass tf down fore i snatch yo forehead tf off”

safe to say bakugo busted out laughing

you were ready to post up

he lives for when you be roasting ppl under ya breath

what he doesnt like is when you roast him

bc you can and will read a bitch no hesitation

he really thought he was special....

aint shit sweet come get these roasts nigga

“boy if you dont take them damn pants off. shits look like hammer pants. cant touch this headass”

yall know how i have desiree roasting him?

that’s exactly how it be

you got a sharp ass tongue and will use it against anyone

let someone get both of yall pissed off together???

straight up verbal abuse at that point

file a complaint bc you and bakugo def made someone cry before

i think the class lwk hates you bc you helped bakugo’s clapbacks get better

which is bad for them

yall rmb those roasting vids where they go mmm after each one?

thats bakugo in the back

“big body headass”

“mm”

“dumpster truck headass”

“mm”

typa shit

he’ll hype it up too much

Todoroki Shouto

you think this man dont talk shit himself????

bro he can and will read a bitch RIGHT TO THEIR FACE TOO

he want all the SMOKE

yall together??? im sorry to whoever pissed yall off lemme plan they funeral

i imagine the way todoroki reads niggas is real sophisticated like he will point out every single insecurity you HAVE without even knowing you that well

no cursing for majority of them

“what shoes you got on?”

KAJDJSKKDKCKDDJ

yall would read bitches together but like this

“shou it’s the lifting acrylics for me”

“it’s the dusty wig for me, love”

“its the disconnecting wig for me”

“its the cakey makeup for me”

painful for them

i think he can do rapid fire roasts as soon as someone tries to start shit with you

“i know you’re not coming for my s/o. it’s the talking shoes, it’s the bootleg supreme shirt, it’s the fake chain, it’s the brittle hair”

he gets real disrespectful and wont care who it is

unless it’s your friends or family then he’ll dial it back a lil bit

if you start roasting endeavor????

my mans might be on his way to the jewelers

“try this ring on. i wanna see if it can fit you”

he finna spouse you up (spouse IS gender neutral innit?)

unrelated but todoroki is a hottie and will “ah 😜 mwah 💋” everytime and you might have a video of him losing his mind girls in the hood LMAOOOOO

Killua Zoldyck

now this boy.... cant roast for SHIT

yeah he’s a lil brat and can get mean and petty

but he cannot compare to you

this nigga’s a whole trained assassin but cant kill niggas with his words that well

🤡🤡🤡

i think the meanest thing he’s said is call you “a stupid fuckin idiot”

to which you responded with

“shut the fuck up, mushroom built ass bitch. body built like a smurf. hair lookin like hairballs cats cough up. dont get loud lil boy”

killua respectfully sat down and scratched his head

no cap that shit lwk hurt but he gonna pretend like it didnt

he dont even know what the fuck a SMURF IS

he just know that it hurt

lwk thought that was your nen

the ability to manipulate emotions into irritation or anger or some shit

like no baby they just good at roasting bitches

after a while he starts to hype you up in the back

“how you FEELLLLL”

“OOOOH BURNNNN”

“SHIT GOTTA HURT DONT IT BITCHBABY?”

eventually he learns how to roast and clapback then it’s over

the sass meter is overboard

like you might have to knock him a couple notches down

swear to god this boy uses clapbacks on leorio just to piss him off

one time leorio was telling killua to do sumn he just

“oh you must want me with the way you keep gobbling on my fuckin nuts i will do it soon relax”

you damn near BEHEADED this boy with how hard you slapped the back of his head

like it was funny but leorio wouldve JUMPED YOU

Kamado Tanjiro

OUT OF ALL OF THEM HE DOESNT WANT THAT

listen he likes to be the peacemaker

but with your clapbacks they’re enough to make zenitsu wanna post up

like you read him a lil too much

“THATS HOW YOU FEEL Y/N-CHAN? ALRIGHT”

cue tanjiro rapidly apologizing while dragging you away

the first time you roasted the absolute shit outta inosuke he had to sit down

he didnt even know what the majority of the shit you said meant

same with killua all he knew was that shit kinda hurt

tanjiro be TIRED of yall

“y/n can you PLEASE relax”

“NAH HE WANNA GET LOUD WITH ME”

“HE BREATHED”

“AND IT WAS AN AGGRESSIVE BREATH”

of course you know your limits

there’s no way you’re gonna get tanjiro to roast people

but this one time you heard him clapback by accident

“you heard me loud and clear, sir. dont act like you couldnt hear me correctly.”

like oop?

i felt a lil HEAT

aint no where near burned but for tanjiro??? good e fucking nough

dont act like he dont say some lil slick shit on the dl

this man got pent up aggression fym

tho you do be making him laugh

esp in battle if you just start reading a demon

he cant help but snicker

baby loves the way you talk and wouldnt have it any other way

if you roast him he will just go

“oh okay 🙂”

he doesnt know how to respond to that

if you roasting someone who deserves it nezuko will be your hype girl bc tanjiro’s busy trying to de-escalate the situation 💀💀💀

“and thats why yo grandma got a busted funeral”

“MMPH!”

“Y/N NO STOP THATS SO RUDE IM SO SORRY FOR THEIR BEHAVIOR THEY DONT MEAN IT”

“YES TF I DO”

“y/n shut up NO THEY DONT SORRY”

before dragging you away

jfc you’re like verbally feral

Nishinoya Yuu

your personal hypeman

will respectfully allow you to roast people

cant roast to save his life either

“you tell em!”

“yuh!”

“mhm”

“bitch”

hopping around n shit LMAOAOAOAOAO

you got that shit

someone irritating him?

“y/n.... baby.”

“alright who is it?”

“tsukishima”

“aight bet. AYE BITCH”

legend has it tsukishima is still recovering from those third degree burns

do not roast him this man will run away he values his life

“oh you must be ready to attend this barbecue”

(love that guy)

“IM VEGAN” liar

and DIPS

nigga will 100% ROLLINGGGGGG THUNDAAAAAAA tf up outta there

he can clapback and that’s the most he’ll do

he do be saying slick shit bc i hc him as someone who want all the smoke

ride or DIE

on they ass

(struggling to come up with clapbacks w/o anything to clapback to 💀💀💀)

(been cryinf over rengoku and hw my brain is mush)

“GO OFF Y/N TALK YOUR SHIT YOUR MAJESTY”

NIGGAS A CLOWN ✋🏽😭

thats all for this one folks lmao

[newsiegirlscout]

Happy Holidays to the artist formerly known as magnificentdragon123! My sincerest for the belated Wordgirl Secret Santa; the request was for father-daughter fluff between Wordgirl and Dr. Two-Brains, so heck! Now you’re getting all of it! Hope you enjoy, and Happy New Year’s!

The charcuterie was a masterpiece. 

Gouda blended with white cheddar exquisitely, swiss paired with gruyere like peppermint with gingerbread, and the miniature cheese fountain was worth the hassle at the hardware store a thousand times over. Dr. Two-Brains stood over it, rubbing his gloved hands together in gleeful anticipation before his thoughts were interrupted by a shout from the parlor. 

“Bosssss!” 

The scientist sighed. His henchmen had insisted on doing the Christmas tree lights by themselves this year, and predictably enough, they’d gotten tangled up in them trying to sort them out. The big guy, at least, had the decency to look a bit sheepish. 

He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, then moved to gingerly unentangle the worst of it. 

“Ah, what did I tell you guys? I have a PhD and a biological hardwire in recognizing patterns, I know you both want to bedizen the place, but you’ve gotta ask for help with the harder things.” 

The henchmen looked at each other blankly; with a hand on his shoulder, the big guy was able to step out of the snare, but as physics would have it, the weight distribution made the little one lose his balance and fall back, taking the Christmas tree with him. Two-Brains squeaked and slid under the tree, firmly pulling the other side of the Christmas lights back.

“But Boss….” the little guy said softly amidst the blinking lights, “We don’t know what bedizen means.” 

The scientist grumbled, shaking the cords off himself and grabbing hold of the tree so his henchman could get free. “Ask Wordgirl next crime. I’m a bit busy, if you hadn’t noticed.”

“Sorry, Boss.” the little one said, pulling the last of the blinking lights over his head and righting the tree, “Say, do you think she’d like the holiday cookies we made for her? Charlie an’ I worked really hard on them…” 

The henchman in question nodded shyly as they worked together to sort out the now-untangled lights. With one hand, the little one started counting. “We didn’t know what holiday she celebrated, so we got gingersnaps, gingerbread, peppermint bark, ras malai, sufganiyot, an’ balaklava!” 

Dr. Two-Brains smiled, laughed softly in the glow of the lights and the fire. 

“Aw, that’s really considerate, you two.” he said, ruffling the big one’s hair--or what hair he had, anyway, “I think she’ll really appreciate it, but remember, she’s taking a holiday now too. ‘Sides, I don’t pay you guys to be considerate. Evil thoughts only.”

The two saluted; the scientist turned to the silver garlands nearby and decided just one slice of cheese couldn’t hurt as he decorated the house. As he reached for it, the telephone’s ringtone chimed out across the parlor. Dr. Two-Brains sighed and answered it.

“Hel-lo, the doctor is in.” 

“Dr. Two-Brains?” asked a shaky, high, and distinctively know-it-all voice. The man in question dropped the telephone, then scrambled to catch it as the henchmen turned around. 

“Woah, woah, kiddo…” he said softly, “What’s goin’ on? Thought you only used that phone for emergencies...say, how’d ya’ get this number anyway?”

“It’s….” 

A long pause followed.

“A little bit of an emergency. Can I come over really quickly?”

“My door’s always open, kid. Literally, every lock we’ve ever had’s been busted inside a week.” Then, with a more sympathetic tone, “Take as much time as you need, Wordgirl, I--the henchmen would really like to see you.” 

The garage door opened slowly; Wordgirl, breaking a cocky grin in spite of her tone, for once looked at a loss for words. She floated lightly over to perch on the drawing board and ended the call. 

“I was hoping you’d say that.” she said. 

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“Alright, alright, give her some space.” Two-Brains said sternly to his excited henchmen, “Wordgirl, what brings you here?” 

She exhaled slowly. “All the stores are closed and I haven’t slept at all and my science midterm is tomorrow and I still have so much to do and you’re the only one I could think of calling at this hour and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!” The superheroine waved her arms emphatically, nearly falling off the board; Two-Brains stepped forward, but she caught herself in time. Flying was useful that way, but it did little for the tears beginning to well up in her eyes. Desperately, she shook her head, looked away. 

“Can I please study here? This is the only subject I’m still stuck on, but I’ll be really quiet, I promise!” 

“Wordgirl, Wordgirl, Wordgirl.” Dr. Two-Brains said, shaking his head. Her grip tightened on her bookbag, embarrassment at asking darkened her face. But wearing a goofy grin, the villain tossed her a reindeer headband and replied, “Call this place a home, let us help with whatever you need, but don’t ya’ dare be quiet!”

Wordgirl laughed, brushed the tears away with the back of her hand. 

“Well, then, Doc, you think we have enough road to get up to 88?” she giggled.

“We don’t need roads where we’re going.” he responded cheerfully. “To the kitchen, allons-y!”

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There was a saying that all good stories began in the kitchen; Two-Brains himself certainly fit the bill, chattering absently as he melted the chocolate over the stove. 

“So…got anything in there I can help with?” he asked, gesturing to the folder spilling over with old study guides and flashcards. Wordgirl looked up, shook her head. 

“Ugh….the definitions are easy enough, but it’s all these reactive properties that are just impossible to get straight. What bonds with what, how much the force of gravity increases over an arctan….” Throwing her arms wide, she did a cartwheel in midair. 

“Do I look like someone who knows how gravity should work?” 

Two-Brains laughed. “More into the crime-fighting gig, ay?” 

She gave a short, humorless bark of laughter, kicking back and reaching for the folder. 

“Not doing so well on that, either.”

The scientist mused, pouring the first mug of hot chocolate and handing it to her. With a snap, he suddenly whipped out a blaster and fired it just past her shoulder. Lightning-fast, she dropped her mug and flew in front of it, shuddering as the blast hit her square in the chest. Behind her, the window broke, cracks spiderwebbing outwards. 

“Alright! Well, there’s a start.” he said, sipping hot cocoa, “That’s gamma radiation; you stopped it so quickly you had to take the full and centered force of it, while the impact spread out more by the time it reached that window back there. That’s a difference of around 700 joules--since it’s an electromagnetic wave, and ya’ stopped it, you’re as strong as steel. You good, kid?”

She winced. 

“You owe me a cookie.” 

“I have great news for you!” he said cheerfully, hoisting her onto his shoulders and tossing her one of the henchmen’s cookies, “More science it is, then! What’s next?”

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Wordgirl laughed, and it was music to Two-Brains’s ears after seeing her so out-of-sorts just a few hours earlier. The good mood was contagious, and he laughed as well; the henchmen chuckled softly, gathered up some of the loose pillows from the fight and walked towards their quarters. 

“We should probably hit the hay. ‘Night, boss.” said the little one. 

“You guys learned enough about forces?” giggled the superheroine, helping absently to gather up the pillows and stack them impossibly high in her arms. They nodded; the bigger one, Two-Brains noted, with an especial air of pride. 

“Good, then you two should grasp the gravity of how far it is past your bedtime.” the older scientist said, rolling his eyes and blowing pretend, exaggerated kisses, “Mwah. Night.”

Wordgirl giggled; as soon as they were out of earshot, Dr. Two-Brains leaned in close to her. 

“Don’t tell them.” he whispered softly, pulling out a few torn pages from the inside of his labcoat, “But eh, this place is doing a special on cheesecake, I’ve been meaning to use these for some time. You hungry?” 

Halfway through a nod, she gestured to her uniform. 

“It’s okay, I can’t really….” Wordgirl sighed. ��I’d love to, but I’m a bit conspicuous. I should probably be heading home.”

“What, ya’ mean like obvious or easily noticeable?” Two-Brains said, “I get that--gonna say changing into your civilian identity is out of the question too?”

She nodded. “Not to say I don’t trust you, but…”

“But I’m a top-tier criminal and not likely to change that soon.” Suddenly, a thought occurred to him; he snapped his fingers and dashed to the nearest closet. 

So now all there was to do was wait. 

Snow fell softly outside the windows; a fire flickered in the hearth, and somehow her old friend’s off-key singing had an odd quality of beauty to it. Knowing the doctor, his idea could really have been anything from take-out to a criminal plot of drastic proportions. 

Thus it could be concluded, decided Wordgirl as she drifted over to the bookshelf, that the good of Fair City asked--nay, demanded--that she wait just a few more minutes.

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“How do I look?” said Doctor Two-Brains proudly, throwing his arms wide to display the gaudiest Hawaaiian shirt and patterned tie she had ever seen. His knee-length cargo shorts were the most aesthetically satisfying part of his ensemble, had they not been just slightly out of season for the four inches of snow. 

“Great!” chirped Wordgirl, giving a thumbs-up. He nodded approvingly, straightened his tie in the nearest mirror, and jerked his thumb towards his van. 

“No one’s going to notice ya’ when their eyes are on yours truly.” he declared, giving himself a wink, “I mean, there’s everyday handsome, and then there’s.” Doctor Two-Brains gestured to himself. The superheroine giggled, buckling her seatbelt and scanning over the list of flavors. 

“Ooh, they have strawberry…” she mused. 

“Goes well with your uniform.” he responded, giving her helmet an affectionate pat, “You sure you wouldn’t prefer red velvet, though?” 

“Decisions, decisions.” she laughed, “What are you getting?” 

“Mmm…” he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, “I’m thinking espresso.” 

“What? No! I’m locking you up just for that.”

“Tssh...I’ll have you a convert in no time.”

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Wordgirl laughed softly as she stepped out of Dr. Two-Brain’s van into the gentle, snowy night. 

“Thank you so much, Dr. Two-Brains.” she said with a polite salute, “I still don’t see what you see in espresso cheesecake, but…” with a short, but deep sigh trailing off into a giggle, “It was really nice. Thank you.” 

“Any time, kid.” he said, shaking her hand. “Hey, I know it’s a little early, but…” 

A smile reddened her face as he lightly tossed a wrapped package to her; it hit her chest and she wrapped her arms around it, grinning as he sheepishly rubbed his neck. 

“I don’t know if you’ve read it before or anythin’, but….merry Christmas if ya’ celebrate, happy holidays if ya’ don’t.” 

A Hero’s Guide To Saving Your Kingdom. Not only had she never read it, but she’d heard of it and never been able to remember the title long enough to find it. The princes and princesses on the cover promised an exciting read; the four hundred pages or so promised a long one (or at least, an extra few seconds if she used her speedreading powers, but really, midterms took so long….). 

Just as Two-Brains’s hopefulness almost fell, she slammed into his chest with the biggest hug he’d ever gotten in….about three years or so. Stumbling back, he wrapped his arms around her, chuckling with just a hint of satisfaction. 

“Woah, kiddo, what’cha doing? You almost knocked me over!” 

“Good.” she mumbled into his shoulder, squeezing him tighter, “That’d make us even for the particle demonstration.” 

He laughed softly. “Alright, well, you better ace that exam, okay?” 

She nodded, pulling away and hugging the book to her chest. “I think it’d be tricky not to.”

“See you around, Wordgirl.”

“See you around, Doctor Two-Brains.” 

The scientist watched her leave before pulling the garage door closed behind him. 

“She never closes it behind her.” he murmured amusedly, “Y’think she’d know better, there are some serious criminals in this part a’ town.” 

With a smile, he sat back, poured himself a glass of juice, and sighed. 

Yep; he was feeling like good ol’ Stevie B. 

[godzillasrighttoe]

YuH✅aH ah😫aye😠bad🤮bitch🤡tastes🤔like👍 cherry🍒kiwi🥝real😱bIg tItTiEs🍉these🙄double👯dds🍆MwAh👄

[by-inky]

I know it can seem weird but since the fanfic asks are open can we have a soulmate au? With Amira preferably, and X Reader? Man, I could read a series only about her she’s such a waifu

O BOI O BOI I’M NOT SCREECHING YOU ARE

SKSKEKWJE TYSM FOR ASKING THIS I LOVE YOU MWAH

I keep writing the reader as if they were Yuu oml *weeps*

anyways, here it is

Warnings: none I think

Soulmate AU where your wrist has a timer

Sobs could be heard in Y/n’s room. Pain flooded them. They were sitting at the edge of their bed, cheeks traced with tears. They dried them with their sleeve to clear up their vision, showing that damned thing that should be sweet, but of course the fate decided to go against them.

Stupid sleeping. Stupid coffin, stupid Night Raven College. Y/n choked back other sobs that menaced to come out by looking at their wrist that presented a timer.

A stopped timer.

Stupid timer. Appearing and then stopping when they got out from the stupid coffin.

Y/n sighed in frustration and leaned their head back, not caring about the fresh tears starting to stream down their face once again.

Why did this world, whatever it was, give them a timer that wouldn’t even properly work? It was a stupid thing to cry over, but Y/n simply felt... suddenly more left out. Not being able to use magic in a magic school was already tough by itself, but owning a method to make them meet with their supposed soulmate that didn’t even work made them angry.

Ace and Deuce had to explain them. The timer was supposed to stop when you first met your soulmate. What they gained was a confused-looking Y/n and a scolding from Divus by speaking in his class. Yet apparently what they said was true. Hanging out, Epel had apparently found his soulmate right in front of the first years. Thing that made Y/n think, and compare timers. Ace’s showed two years of time, Jack’s showed eight months, Sebek’s was over five years and Deuce’s said one year and some months. Epel’s timer’s numbers were all aligned to zero. Then they looked at Y/n’s. Two days sharply. However, the timer didn’t even dare to lower of even a second.

Day after day, the small group would check the timer, looking for progress that was never made. Y/n would look at it from time to time, when classes got boring, in the cafeteria... the numbers seemed like they obstinately didn’t want to go down.

“Ah, what was this again? I swear, I didn’t get anything of today’s lecture” Ace complained, scratching the back of his head, pencil in hand, while sitting with the rest of the trio in the library. Deuce looked just as lost, flapping through the books intently, making Y/n sigh. They didn’t quite understand it either, but they couldn’t just get back to the teacher asking they repeat the lesson only for them.

“Why don’t ask some of the senpais?” Ace asked, trying to resolve the problem by himself “They’re over there, see? They look like they finished or something” he looked at Deuce. He somehow managed to decipher the ginger-haired boy’s look and shook his head “Why don’t you go ask them, Ace? It was your idea.”

Ace whined and looked at Y/n who simply shook their head. He sighed in defeat “Fine, fine, I’ll go” he got up and walked over the table they were sitting on.

“What if they don’t want to?” Deuce asked, looking at Ace’s moves with the corner of his eye. “I’m pretty sure they will co- wait, act normal, someone’s coming” Y/n whispered back and acted as if they were really interested in the book they were reading.

“Oh, but that is easy!” a bright voice said.

“...and so with Divus, hm~? Well, we’ve done that before. He really took his time in that topic, so I still have it in mind like as if he just explained it” a femenine voice was heard.

“Yeah, but we didn’t understand that! He went too fast!” Ace groaned, walking closer to the desk.

“Okay, let’s see!” Kamil smiled and sat down.

“I’m not impressed you didn’t understand anything if you keep your book like that, sweetie~” Amira leaned down smiling softly and turned the book Y/n had in their hands upside down in the right direction.

A loud beeping sound could be heard in the room, making Y/n flinch. Ace and Deuce quickly brought their looks to them both, and Ace quickly grabbed their wrist to be welcomed by a timer down to zero.

Amira did the same and looked back at Y/n. Her confused face changed to one of delight when she met their eyes.

“I-I’m-“ Y/n spoke, still looking very puzzled. Why did the numbers suddenly drop? Was it a kind of joke? “...Y/n Y/s...” they managed to say out “N-nice to meet you!”

Amira laughed softly at their expression, feeling a huge weight lifting up from her chest “You shouldn’t question the fate, hun~” she carefully took Y/n’s hands in hers “I’m Amira Hassan. Honored to meet you already, Y/n-chan~”

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other side of the story: Amira’s timer would be frozen since she was born with the number of years days etc that would take her meeting Y/n. She basically gave up too and was hekin confused I have no idea what I have written is 3 am and I’m hungry ay

tysm for your ask it means a lot and y’all don’t know how happy I am you like her aaAAA💖💓💗💞💕🌸💓✨💖

[alvertesongdiary]

Megan The Stallion feat. Beyonce - Savage Remix

Queen B, want no smoke with me (Okay) Been turnt, this motherfucker up eight hundred degree (Yeah) My whole team eat, chef's kiss, she's a treat (Mwah) Ooh, she so bougie, bougie, bon appétit

I'm a savage (Yeah), attitude nasty (Yeah, ah) Talk big shit, but my bank account match it (Ooh) Hood, but I'm classy, rich, but I'm ratchet (Oh, ah) Haters kept my name in they mouth, now they gaggin' (Ah, ah) Bougie, he say, "The way that thang move, it's a movie" (Ooh-oh) I told that boy, "We gotta keep it low, leave me the room key" (Ooh-oh) I done bled the block and now it's hot, bitch, I'm Tunechi (Ooh-oh) A mood and I'm moody, ah

I'm a savage, yeah (Okay) Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Okay) Sassy, moody, nasty, yeah (Hey, hey, nasty) Acting stupid, what's happening? (Woah, woah, woah, what's happening?) Bitch, what's happening? (Woah, woah, okay) Bitch, I'm a savage, yeah (Okay) Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Bitch) Sassy, moody, nasty, huh (Nasty) Acting stupid, what's happening? (Woah, ooh-oh) Bitch, what's happening? (Ayy, ah, ooh-oh)

Hips tick tock when I dance (Dance) On that Demon Time, she might start an OnlyFans (OnlyFans) Big B and that B stand for bands If you wanna see some real ass, baby, here's your chance I say, left cheek, right cheek, drop it low, then swang (Swang) Texas up in this thang, put you up on this game (Game) IVY PARK on my frame (Frame), gang, gang, gang, gang (Gang) If you don't jump to put jeans on, baby, you don't feel my pain (Oh, look) Please don't get me hype (I'm hype), write my name in ice (Ice, ice, ice) Can't argue with these lazy bitches, I just raise my price I'm a boss, I'm a leader, I pull up in my two-seater And my mama was a savage, nigga, got this shit from Tina

I'm a savage, yeah Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Ratchet, yeah) Sassy, moody, nasty, yeah (Okay) Acting stupid, what's happening? (Ah) Bitch, what's happening? (Ah, what's up?) Bitch, I'm a savage, yeah Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Woah, woah, woah, okay) Sassy, moody, nasty, huh (Ooh, ooh, okay) Acting stupid, what's happening? (Woah, ah) Bitch, what's happening? (Ayy, ah, ah) [Verse 3: Megan Thee Stallion, Beyoncé & Both] Like Beyoncé, like me (Like me) He want a bitch like the Stallion with the knees (With the knees) He be like, "Damn, how that thang movin' in them jeans?" (Yeah, yeah, them jeans) Ayy, even D4L couldn't do it like me, like me Ooh, ah, ooh I done got this body ready just for you Girl, I hope he don't catch me messin' 'round with you Talkin' to myself in the mirror like, "Bitch, you my boo" I'm the shit, ooh I need a mop to clean the floor, it's too much drip, ooh I keep a knot, I keep a watch, I keep a whip, ooh (Keep it real, ooh) Let's play a game, Simon says I'm still that bitch, ay

I'm a savage, yeah (Okay) Classy, bougie, ratchet (Okay) Sassy, moody, nasty, yeah Acting stupid, what's happening? (Ah) Bitch, what's happening? (Ah, what's up?) Bitch, I'm a savage, yuh (Okay) Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Woah, woah, woah, okay) Sassy, moody, nasty, huh (Ooh, ooh) Acting stupid, what's happening? (Ooh, ooh, ah) Bitch, what's happening? (Ayy, ah, ah) [Verse 4: Beyoncé & Megan Thee Stallion] I heard they askin' for the Queen, they brought some cameras in here I'm a bad bitch, she's a savage, no comparison here I'ma flip my hair and look back while I twerk in the mirror All this money in the room, think some scammers in here I'm comin' straight up out that Third, I whip the whip like I stirred it (Stirred) Woodgrain, we swervin', keepin' his mind all on these curves (Uh) Coupe fly like a bird (Bird), cold on 'em like, "Brrr" (Icy) Always keep my words, no, I don't do crosswords Stallion when I ride, he like them hot girls with them hips, ah (Skrrt, skrrt) I hopped that shit, the way I hopped out and slid, ah (Skrrt, skrrt) I pop my shit, now watch me pop up again, ah (Woah) I mop the floor, now watch me sweep up these Ms, 'cause I— (Ah)

I'm a savage, yeah (Savage, okay) Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Okay) Sassy, moody, nasty, yeah (Nasty) Acting stupid, what's happening? (What's happening?) Bitch, what's happening? (Ahh, what's up?) Bitch, I'm a savage, yeah (Okay, I'm a savage) Classy, bougie, ratchet, yeah (Woah, woah, woah, okay, bitch) Sassy, moody, nasty, huh (Yeah, yeah, nasty) Acting stupid (Woah), what's happening? (What's happening?) Bitch, what's happening? (Ayy, ah, what's happening?)

I'm a savage It's the Stallion and the B H-Town, goin' down

08/05/2020

[itsmeatballworld]

tfatws!bucky + fluff + angst = a damn good Sunday!!! 🥰

Oh my god what a way to start 😳

OH THE AGONY AND ANGST WTF

“maybe he’d be relived to be rid of you.” NAH. NO. NOPE.

…

Fuck I love Madripoor. I am weak for this episode in the series and I cannot express this enough.

ZEMO, HEY! I love Daniel Bruhl, he kills it as Zemo

Aye Zemo don’t out Reader for their crush on those steel blue eyes (let you know where home is, amiright?)

AH ANGST PLEASE TELL HIM YOUR FEELINGS PLEASE

*surprised pikachu face* oh my god Reader holding the gun to Zemo was like:

Bucky… Bucky oh pleaseeeeeee stop you’re better than that urgggg

“No one can hurt you if you’re alone.” Well… shit I didn’t need to be called out but I’m feeling it haha

…

yes sir, I knew you were all soft and squishy for Reader *mwah*

A DATE?!!?!?!??!?! AHHH

No, not me getting all emo from Bucky describing his love for her without saying “love” or “crush”

the audible gasp that left my mouth was too loud oh Bucky…

…

OH my GOD we are not digging out — oh we are totally pulling that bullet out jesus

ugh that scene! My heart was just torn out thank you Sam haha

…

Okay Bucky “playing” the Winter Soldier has me weak in the knees

Me always:

WOW this scene hurts SAMANTHA PLS

he said baby!! eee!! [wow I just did a 360 holy crap]

If this ain’t hurt/comfort 😔✨

This little scene at the end is everything! The reveal? The confessions?! I love love love this sm! The way you just ripped my heart out and shoved it back in was so insane. I loved this soo damn much! Amazing job, Sam! Always coming through with the angst to end my soul haha <3

~gigi💕

Bad Blood: One Shot

Summary: A misunderstanding almost cost you everything.

Pairing: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 5,200+

Warnings: Angst, violence, canon-level gore/description of injury. Humor and fluff bits as well :)

A/N: YAY FINALLY! Thank you all so much for being patient. After the holidays, I needed a reset and of course, my lil man is teething. This is such a long fic lol It jumps timelines a lot, but there's a rhyme and reason for it all. Enjoy! Feedback is so, so appreciated! 

FRIDAY:

In the right light, the heavy dust and debris floating through the air could look like snow. Gray powder from the collapsed walls around you coated your skin, mixing with gashes and blood. You coughed, in a desperate but futile attempt to get some oxygen back into your lungs.

Rubble ate away at your back; cutting and clawing it’s way into your flesh. Though, that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was the steel beam crushing your legs into the pavement.

Spitting the blood from your mouth, you inhaled as much as your damaged ribs would allow, and hoped to make enough noise. “Help!” You screeched.

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[zodiacprognosis]

Hola, podías hacer un " Los signos al terminar las clases", por favor?

Géminis — *carraspea* ¡hOLA ESTUDIaNTeS Y BiEnVENIdOS AL ÚLtIMo DÍa dE CLaSEs!

Tauro — Ajá, ¿Y por qué gritas?

Leo — Y cuando te hiciste presidente de la clase porque yo no recuerdo

Géminis — Malos :(

Capricornio — ¡GÉMINIS SAL DE MÍ LUGAR!

Géminis — Ay, bueno, bueno

Cáncer — ¿Dónde está Aries?

Aries— Aquí estoy

Acuario — Gracias a Dios, no vaya a ser como la última vez

Aries — Jeje >:)

Capricornio — ¿Me van a dejar hablar?

Escorpio — No

Capricornio — *le tira un lápiz* …Prosigamos

Piscis — No entiendo lo qué está pasando

Aries — ¿Y eso es novedad?

Cáncer — Déjala ya

Sagitario — Capri está dando su discurso de fin de clases, como siempre

Piscis — ¡¿Fin de clases?! Pensé que estábamos a mitad del segundo semestre

Acuario — Piscis es que acaso no haces la tarea P

Piscis— Bueno, je

Virgo — Hey, chicos ¿Escuchan eso?

Cáncer — ¿Qué cosa?

Virgo — El silencio

Sagitario — il silinci

Virgo — Wow que maduro

Sagitario — Mwah

Capricornio — ejHEM

Géminis — Acéptalo, tu discurso es aburrido, el mío habría sido mejor

Capricornio — Mejor sería que dejaras de hablar

Leo — *levanta la mano* ¿Podemos ir a casa? Capricornio — … 

Leo — … 

Capricornio — No soy el profesor

Escorpio — Pensamos que sí

Capricornio — ¿Quieres otro lápiz, niña?Escorpio — No señora -.-

Capricornio — Eso pensé… Bien, bien

Piscis — ¡Vamos a casa!

Libra — Creí que íbamos a ir a almorzar en algún lado, ya saben, para celebrar

Aries — ¡Cierto! Deberíamos hacerlo

Sagitario — ¿Por qué no van ustedes dos solos?

Libra — *blushing como una chica de anime* ¡SAGITARIO!

Acuario — Ni lo sueñes, no voy a perder la oportunidad de que alguien más me pague la comida

Virgo— Me parece que yo no voy a ir

Piscis — ¿Por qué no? D:

Virgo — No tengo ganas…

Piscis — Pe-pero

Tauro — A comer se ha dicho

Géminis — *con un megáfono* ¡¡LA SaLiDa eS pOR aQuÍ!!

Cáncer — ¿De dónde sacaste eso?

Leo — ¿Acaso lo robaste?

Géminis — ¡No! Fue un regalo de cumpleañosS

Sagitario— No mientas

Aries — A ver, a ver ¿Vamos a discutir todo el día o vamos a comer algo? 

Capricornio — Dios mío que es el último día de clases y no les importa, jamás vamos a volver

Acuario — Y voy a agradecerle al Señor todas las noches por eso

Tauro — Que bien se siente la libertad

Escorpio — La universidad es peor

Piscis — ¡Mierda!

Capricornio — ¡Esperen! Estoy olvidándome de algo… 

Géminis— Virgo, mí amor

Virgo — Qué quieres ahora

Géminis — ¿Me harías el favor de sostener esto?V

Virgo— ¿Y eso qué es…?

Géminis — Es un regalo ;) 

Acuario  — ¿Nos vamos ya?

Capricornio — Espera un segundo… ¡Ya sé! El director dijo que tenía algo par–

Voz misteriosa a la distancia — ¡GÉMINIS!

Tauro — Ay no

Cáncer — ¿Es ese el directo…? ¿Géminis?

Sagitario — Acaba de irse corriendo gritando “Perdón, Virgo, te lo voy a recompensar”

Virgo — Puta madre ¡G-Géminis!

Aries — Yo que tú empezaba a correr

Virgo — * se va corriendo* ¡MALNACIDO HIJO DE SU REVERENDA MADRE! 

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 No sé qué es esto, pero no me quejo ahEnjoy it, perras( Btw descripción gráfica de Géminis corriendo por su vida)