#bb junki

[xanderw]

ZONA DE DEPORTES ACUÁTICOS:

' ¡tenemos que salir en las motos! ¿vamos? ' el inglés todo emocionado comenta a la persona que logra detectar cerca de él, sin siquiera ver quién era todavía. este era el tipo de misiones que prefería, el contacto con la naturaleza era fácilmente su cosa favorita. ' ¿has manejado una antes? '

[recareels]

omg the way that you write is *CHEF’S KISS* OOOUUGH it’s so GOOD and BEAUTIFUL!!!! and the characters you write are all my favs UGGHHH can we kiss 🥺🥺🥺 keep up the amazing work love!! i’m looking forward to that ajax x reader x thoma fic ❤️❤️

aw anon!!! thank you so much for this!! <333 your words mean the whole world to me and i’m so happy you enjoy my work!!  ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ WE CAN KISS however i am currently v sick with a chest infection so we will have to postpone it until i am well <33 thank you thank you!!! i will!! ooooh omg u are gonna LOVE that one hehe it’s so trashy and dramatic and FUN!!!

[jean-meowreau]

I 📢 WANT 📢 BOTTOM 📢 ANDREW 📢

You're lucky I'm blasted as fuck rn so Andrew will be too but dw pls enjoy BB

"short piece" my ass lol

Bottom Andrew, Top Neil, Oral Sex, Rimming, Fingering, Gross Sappy Feelings, Andrew Minyard loves Neil Josten, Drug Mention(Weed/Marijuana), Some Hair Pulling, Andrew "Hands Free Orgasms Aren't Real" Minyard Orgasming Hands Free, Mating Press

IDK how many words but she's hefty.

Andrew blinks once, then twice, and turns his head. It moves too quickly, too easily, a swivel that's brand new and prefectly lubed up. Speaking of lubed up--

Andrew balks, his jaw dropping as he makes a noise of disdain. How dare Neil use his own words against him? "What the fuck?"

"Neil." His voice is low, theres a slight shake to it. His chest is rising and falling in a pattern, he's sure it's right, breathing isn't normally this difficult--

"Andrew?" Neil asks, his voice soft. Andrew's pulse starts racing faster, goosebumps break out across his arms and he shivers. Neil smiles, something somewhat wicked, as he puts down his book and rolls across their bed. He's facing Andrew now, their bodies less than an inch apart. Andrew can't stop staring at pretty pink lips curved into a smirk, thinking about where else they'd look even better-- "Staring."

"I'm not allowed?" Neil teases. He sees the way Andrew is staring at the hand on Neil's thigh. He reaches across, slowly up towards Andrew's face, before asking, "Yes or no?"

He doesn't even get a chance to ask the latter before Andrew is gasping out, "Yes!" in a voice far too close to a whine for his sober comfort. But that was for sober Andrew. High Andrew closes his eyes and presses his face into Neil's deceptively soft palm, turning to kiss the skin before biting at the meat of it around his thumb.

"I take it you're in the mood?" Neil teases as he brushes the side of his thumb against Andrew's cheek.

Andrew bares his teeth in response before muttering, "Pretty faces deserve it."

The blond nods before he reaches for Neil's waist and pulls him on top. When Neil makes to straddle him, as is the usual play for their evening forays, Andrew stops him. He sits up, meeting Neil for a kiss as he pushes his legs together and then wraps his own around Neil's waist. Baby blues are wide, looking over Andrew's face as he lays back against the pillows and waits. He's happy to do so, lazily eating up the sight of Neil staring down at him. The slope of his shoulders, the barely there bit of healthy fat lining him that shows in the small dip where the waistband of his boxers hug his hips, his toned arms bracketing either side of Andrew's head as he leans forward. The quirk of his brow as he keeps looking over Andrew's face, the feeling of his breath against Andrew's neck, the way his lashes flutter every time he blinks.

"Staring," Neil teases him again.

"Then why do I get in trouble for staring at you?" Neil fires back smoothly, leaning down to kiss Andrew, to stop his retort. He'd seen the way his eyebrows shot up and then furrowed, knew he was going to pay for that cheesy comeback if he didn't do something drastic.

"Tell me exactly what you want."

Andrew knows it, but he decides kissing Neil is more important at the moment, so he lets himself get lost in it. There are small shoots of electricity firing down and settling in his abdomen, fueled by every brush of their lips. Neil breaks the kiss, cupping Andrew's jaw to keep him in place so he can speak.

Andrew didn't bottom often. But he liked bottoming for Neil. He enjoyed letting himself get taken in by the junkie currently looming over him, watching him both expectantly and hungrily. So obviously ready to devour but waiting patiently, because Andrew mattered above all else. He moans quietly at the thought, shifting his hips to rub both of their clothed erections together. "I want to lose my voice."

The words are calculated, he knows Neil knows, but he watches the way he curls his hands into fists, unfurls them, and then reaches to hold Andrew's waist before rocking their hips together, enjoying the quiet moan he's rewarded with. "Are you telling me it's my choice?"

Andrew gives a single, resolute nod. Neil tries and fails to hide a grin as he rocks their hips together once more before he pulls Andrew's boxers down and off, tossing them haphazardly to the floor.

"I want to--" He starts, but Andrew interrupts him.

"Don't ask, just do."

Neil narrows his eyes, bending forward and resting on his elbows against Andrew's chest, looking over his face. "How high are you?"

"High enough," Andrew answers honestly. "I've wanted to try for a while. This helped with the..." He trails off and waves his hand in the air, gesturing to encompass all of the words he either didn't have or didn't want to say and ruin the mood.

"You promise you won't shut down if there's anything you don't like?" Neil asks between brushes of his lips along the length of Andrew's jaw.

It happened once when Andrew was tipsy and Neil asks every time he so much as breathes in Andrew's direction, now. They'd talked about it, how Andrew appreciated how attentive Neil was, but that he also enjoys some levels of spontaneity. He trusts Neil, he knows Neil takes redirection and respects boundaries, even on the things Andrew used to let slip with one night stands and others he let in. Nobody cared for him or his well-being to the extent Neil did.

"I promise," Andrew says quietly, directing Neil into a kiss. He's rewarded for the words with Neil's fingers wrapping around his dick and giving a slow tug from base to tip. He moans into Neil's mouth, letting the redhead lick his way inside as he gives slow, wonderful attention to his cock. Andrew slowly sinks back into the pillows, sighing out quiet moans as Neil kisses his way down his chest. He raises his hips excitedly when Neil nears his waist before letting out an admittedly dejected noise when his mouth bypasses his cock. Kisses are bitten into the meat of his hip, the top and inside of his thigh, before Neil licks over Andrew's balls. He gasps, hips jerking away from the feeling before he immediately settles them back against the mattress.

"Again," he whispers the demand, more of a plea than he wants to admit yet again, but Neil obeys and the discomfort at the idea of asking for something melts against the warm tongue licking over Andrew's perineum before sucking his balls into his mouth. Andrew isn't sure if Neil stopping attention to his dick was good or bad - he was aching for stimulation but Neil knew better; it would probably overwhelm Andrew if he did both in that moment. So he resigns himself to memorising the feel of his balls in Neil's mouth, his tongue shifting between both, rolling and fondling them. He ups the suction and it hurts only barely, slightly too much pleasure, but his balls are released almost as quick as it started. He's about to direct Neil back, but then his tongue is swirling over his perineum before dipping lower. The first swipe over his hole has Andrew stuttering out Neil's name as his thighs twitch, aching to wrap around his head.

Neil never ceases to surprise Andrew, and it's no exception when large hands cup under his thighs and lift them to wrap around his head. Andrew makes a strangled sound, shifting on the bed as he loosely locks his ankles together. When Neil laps at his hole again, this time Andrew curses quietly and squeezes. He hears a muffled moan from Neil as he's somewhat crushed between Andrew's thighs and pulled in closer. His nose pushes up against the underside of Andrew's balls and the noise he makes when Neil finally licks inside of him is one he will deny until his grave. It's a whine, quiet and quickly cut off when he realises that sound is coming from his own mouth. Neil freezes briefly where he is, and Andrew swears he hears a quiet moan before Neil is wrapping his arms around to hold the tops of Andrew's thighs and licking into him once more, with vigor.

Andrew hates that his back arches off the bed, hips grinding down against Neil's tongue, his nose rubbing against his perineum still. He's gasping for air, hands pulling at and fisting the sheets before Neil finds them and guides Andrew to his hair. He takes two handfuls, trembling at the whimper he hears from Neil when he pulls him in closer, barely muffled between his legs. And then he's cursing under his breath as he yanks Neil away, falling back against the pillows as he wills the orgasm sneaking up on him at bay. Neil makes a rather pitiful sound and Andrew shakes his head, still breathing hard. "Don't want to-- Inside, Neil."

Blue eyes blink slowly before he is nodding his understanding. He fucking licks his lips, savouring the remnants of Andrew there as he sits up and reaches for the bedside table for the lube. "Condom?"

"Not this time," Andrew breathes out, his gasps for air finally starting to even out. "That okay?"

"You know I don't care either way," Neil says as he pulls Andrew down the bed, propping his legs up on his thighs before shoving a pillow beneath his hips. "I'm just here for the ride."

"Bullshit."

"You make prettier sounds when we don't use one," Neil says after taking a second to warm some lube up between his fingers. It makes it ever more devastating when he continues -- as he's fucking a finger into Andrew, "You go crazy when I cum inside you."

Andrew bites his tongue so hard he's sure it's bleeding. He wasn't going to reward Neil with anything after those words, as right as they were. But he knows his glare is anything but menacing, his body betraying his pretend anger as his hips shift to meet Neil's finger steadily fucking him open.

"Staring," Neil warns again, with the umpteenth cheeky barely there smile. He stops Andrew's retort for the second time tonight by adding a second finger and stroking over Andrew's prostate with practiced ease. He liked being fingered when he was getting head, sue him. Neil fixated on things that he cares about, and Andrew and Andrew's pleasure are his priority most of the time. He pushes the idea of Exy from his head with considerable effort, determined to stay hard and fully enjoy the experience. But all he was left with was the still unnerving feeling the idea of being a priority to anyone was, let alone Neil. He'd proven himself time and again, but that feeling was still disconcerting--

"Where are you, right now?"

Neil's voice cuts through the beginnings of a spiral and Andrew blinks up at him before grabbing the back of his neck and yanking Neil down into a filthy kiss. It was equal parts claiming as it was desperate, Andrew arching up into Neil while clinging and pulling him in closer. He ignores the not-whimper that Neil coaxes from him as he licks into his mouth once more. Tracing the shape of his teeth before rubbing the tip of his tongue down the length of his hard palate, each ridge felt before he's sitting back and nipping at his bottom lip.

"I--" Andrew starts, shifting beneath Neil before squeezing his eyes shut and grimacing.

"Me, too," Neil says after a second, nudging Andrew's head back so he can kiss and suck at his neck as he adds a third finger. Knowing exactly what Andrew meant and couldn't say in that moment. Declarations of that sort during sex were still something Andrew was recovering from. Neil still meets him where he is.

"Inside," Andrew demands, shifting beneath Neil. His chest felt full to bursting with overwhelming feeings and his ass wasn't anywhere near full enough to make it worthwhile.

Ever the obedient lover, Neil pulls his fingers out and slicks up his cock, shivering at what must be the first touch it's received since they started. The fact he wasn't even undressed, had cupped the waistband of his briefs beneath his balls furthering the worry Andrew already knew was true--

"You're fucking insane," he mutters, head falling back against his arm propped behind. Neil is slowly fucking into him, ever patient and ever attentive.

"Yeah?" Neil, finally, for the first time tonight, sounds out of breath and shaky. "What are you going to do about it?"

Andrew flicks dark eyes up at Neil, and the cheeky bastard fucking winks at him. Andrew scowls, hooking his ankles behind Neil's lower back and pulling against him, forcing him to bottom out. They both moan high and loud in tandem, Neil's hands landing against Andrew's chest as his eyes go wide. He very gently grabs his wrists when he reaches to move Neil's hips. "I'm trying not to-- Hold on. Just a second. You feel so good."

His fingers curve and the bite of his nails in Andrew's flesh has him arching his back and clenching around Neil's dick. They both make a wounded sound, Neil bucking forward before grinding against Andrew's ass as he collapses against his chest.

"You won't get mad if I...?" he asks between gasps for air.

"I'll never let you live it down," Andrew says, but he cards his fingers soothingly through Neil's hair. "So excited to fuck me you barely got it in."

"I can't help it," Neil says through gritted teeth, lifting his head and grabbing Andrew's jaw, holding him steady as Neil rakes his eyes across his face. "You're so..." he groans in frustration, at a loss of words. "Fuck, Andrew!"

"That's what you're supposed to be doing now, yes," he teases ever so gently, his other hand slipping under Neil's sleep shirt to rub against his shoulders.

"I'm-- I'm trying," Neil huffs out, smiling at Andrew's own lazy smile as he watches Neil, enjoys how he's pleasantly stressed about the idea of cumming too soon to even give Andrew what he wants. "You-- the legs? And my hair? While I was eating you out." He says in quick, aborted sentences. "Fuck."

Andrew's barely there smile quickly morphs into something salacious as he takes a handful of Neil's hair. It does so much to Andrew's ego to watch in real time as Neil's pupils dilate and his breathing hitches. He swears he just felt his dick twitch where it was still buried in his ass. "Fuck me, Neil."

One shaky thrust later, Andrew gives Neil's hair the barest of tugs. He watches as the man in his hands and in him stills, pupils blown out. "A-Andrew..."

"If you cum early you can blow me," Andrew offers. "You know I enjoy every orgasm you give me."

Neil makes another strangled noise before tucking his face in the curve of Andrew's neck. His first few thrusts are short and stiff, but after Andrew offers him an encouraging moan, Neil steadies himself. His next thrust in makes Andrew see stars. He doesn't need to say anything, he knows Neil knows by how silent he's gone, how stiff he is beneath him.

"R-Relax," Neil stutters, hips smacking against the backs of Andrew's thighs now as he fucks him fast and deep, just how he likes. His next words, whispered against the sensitive flesh just behind Andrew's ear, have him seeing stars. "You deserve to feel good, Andrew."

His back arches, the pointed thrust Neil aims at his prostate sending sparks at the edge of his vision. "Sh-Shut--" --up!

"Make me," Neil taunts, the words barely audible between their skin slapping and the two of them gasping for air. Andrew narrows his eyes and gives Neil's hair another tug before pulling his head back to expose his throat. Teeth meet tender flesh and Neil is choking out praise around loud moans as Andrew renews the rounded fading marks of his teeth against Neil's shoulder. He didn't want to deal with another lecture from Kevin about hickeys and professionalism.

"Neil."

"W-What?"

"Remember what I said?"

Neil grunts quietly and his rhythm falters briefly as he shifts his weight forward onto his knees. He unravels Andrew's legs from his waist, and before the blond can think to complain his knees are pressed to his chest. He can't breathe, every time Neil bottoms out he swears his guts are so far displaced that his lungs are being pushed into his throat. Both hands are tangled in red locks now, tugging his appreciation as Neil speeds up his thrusts.

Cumming before Andrew had been a show. Neil would never let himself unless Andrew made it known it was exactly what he wanted that evening. Even bottoming, even getting the best head of his life, Neil is fixated on Andrew, he claims it takes serious effort to cum without getting to see the supposedly beautiful pinch in Andrew's brow and the special way he moans Neil's name.

"A-Andrew..."

He waits a few seconds, but Andrew can't find it in himself to respond. He just gives Neil another nod and yanks at his hair, trying desperately to kiss him.

Neil shifts and then, if Andrew thought he'd felt like a pretzel before, the angle Neil bent him back at to have his knees resting against the mattress made Andrew see God in all of her infinite glory. So taken was he, he didn't have much to offer to warn of his orgasm except a choked off cry of Neil's name before cum was splattering up his chest. It hit his system like a freight train, the world fizzling into white around him, some of that possibly his own cum splattering against his own cheek.

He knew Neil was in the same boat, teeth sinking into the meat of Andrew's calf as he let his thrusts slow with his orgasm. Something about getting a piece of Neil fucked inside, pressing and reaching deep enough that it wouldn't ever leave Andrew, made him go mental. The nails he pulled away from Neil's back, where he'd thankfully dropped his hands, were bloody.

"F-Fuck, Neil--"

"No, 's okay," Neil mumbles, cum drunk and high on his orgasm, barely able to open his eyes. "I-- that was good. Andrew, I've never-- so fucking good."

"Bleeding!" Andrew says, his stress evident.

Neil presses his face against his palm. "That's why I came so hard."

"What?"

Neil shakes his head, somewhat confused. "It felt good. And then I thought about if it scarred over some of my old ones..." he trails off, taking a few deep breaths. "And I liked the idea a lot."

Andrew nods, pulling Neil in for a hug. He sneaks a look at his back and lets out a breath he didn't realise he had been holding when he notices the scrapes are surface level, barely enough to cause worry. He looks back at his hands and notices there isn't any blood, and tucks that away for later to try and figure out what caused that.

"Have to talk about it," he offers, and Neil nods, kissing the corner of his mouth.

"It's okay if it needs to be a no. I just wanted to offer reassurance. I enjoyed it."

Andrew nods, grabbing Neil's face and pulling him in for a proper kiss. "Bath?"

"Sure. We've got to get you clean."

"You try to take any of your cum out of me and I will draw and quarter you."

Neil smirks, then winks. "Don't threaten me with a good time, Andrew."

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

okay so I have a friend and she got the inheritance games and finished it yesterday so OBVIOUSLY I asked her what she thought…

please read more at your own risk this might anger you :)

*sigh*

here we go…

she said she felt detached from the characters… I personally have never felt more attached to a set of characters and I don’t understand how she couldn’t be attached but I rolled with it because yk it might not be everyone’s cup of tea

intense deep breaths in an out

she said book was okay (HUH? OKAY? YOU’RE CALLING A MASTERPIECE OKAY?! THATS LIKE GOING TO A MICHELIN STAR RESTAURANT AND BEING LIKE… HMMMM IT WAS OKAY) and she said it was not obsession worthy (I CANNOT EXPRESS HOW MUCH I DISAGREE WITH THIS STATEMENT, LIKE THIS BOOK IS PART OF MY PERSONALITY)

I’m not mad I’m not mad I’m not mad

and she then said didn’t like any of the Hawthorne brothers, she couldn’t find at least one of them to be her new book boyfriend. HOW? ARE WE READING THE SAME BOOK? ARE WE ACTUALLY READING THE SAME WORDS OR WHAT!?? LIKE COME ON THESE ARE THE FREAKING HAWTHORNE BROTHERS. YOYVE GOT A SEXY COWBOY WITH A SOFT SPOT FOR CUPCAKES, A BLONDE MAN SO MORALLY GREY HE’S PRACTICALLY A VICTORIAN PHOTOGRAPH, AN ADRENALINE JUNKIE WHO IS A SUCKER FOR A GOOD MYSTERY AND A FUNNY, TALL, SMART, ROBOT-MAKING, SCONE-LOVING LITTLE CINNAMON ROLL… AND ALL OF THEM HAVE EMOTIONAL TRAUMA. WHAT IS THERE NOT TO LOVE?! IS SHE OKAY!?

ahem… anyways…

she said Avery was OKAY. OKAY. HOW? WHAT? WHEN? LIKE JUST OKAY. BREAD IS JUST OKAY. A ROCK IS JUST OKAY. BUT AVERY KYLIE GRAMBS IS MUCH MORE THE JUST OKAY. SHE IS INCREDIBLY INTELLIGENT NOT JUST CONVENTIONALLY BUT EMOTIONALLY, SHE HAS MADE IT THROUGH TRAUMA AND DEALS WITH IS SO WELL, SHE CARES SO MUCH ABOUT EVERYONE ELSE, SHE’S A GENUINE GOOD PERSON, SHES SO FREAKING AMAZING I CANT PUT IT INTO WORDS, CALLING HER OKAY IS A FAT INSULT.

but I love my friend 😔😔 so I didn’t tell her that

she thinks Avery and Grayson will eventually get together… I’m praying she doesn’t become one of those toxic Grayson and Avery shippers (but she didn’t say she shipped them she just thinks they’ll end up together)… luckily she is wrong 🤭🤭 like most of her other points about this book

but the thing she kept complaining about was apparently there was no description… like atp I was kind of convinced we were reading different books because I can envisage all the tiny details of this book. I think she said it lacked physical description for the brothers but there’s only so many times you can describe hair and eye colour in my personal ops…

she said the Hawthorne brothers are ‘too damaged’… telling myslef to take a deep breath ITS NOT THEIR FAULT THEIR GRANDFATHER WAS A LITERAL PSYCHOPATH AND TWO OF THEM LIKED A REALLY DODGY REDHEAD LIKE GOSHHH

but she hated Em*ly so we love her for that, that was a good move, good decision, very good judgment that I do agree with and she says wants to live in hawthorne house which again, I agree…

BUT THEN I LITERALLY WANTED TO CRY WHEN…

she explained how Grayson (MY HUSABND, LOML, ABSOLUTE BB) is a wannabe Aaron Warner. Honey, respectfully no… just no. that is all I have to say (bc I could go on an essay rant but I don’t want to bore people)

IT IS NOT OKAY. I AM NOT OKAY.

I do love my friend to pieces and of course everyone is entitled to an opinion but I have to severely disagree with here

[rviner]

"Is that what you feel? You don't seem confused to me. Not really." Astra's voice slips through the air like a soft hum, the statement simple and followed by a casual shrug. Felix isn't confused. What he's grappling with is why this moment, this strange, surreal exchange, soothes him. Why it feels almost…right. She doesn't know why it does, either. And when he moves, almost without thinking, to help her up onto the counter, her amusement deepens. As if her point is proving itself, unfolding before her like she knew it would. There's something natural in the way they navigate each other, like they're both aware of the steps.

Astra watches him in the silence that follows, a rhythm they've both settled into. There's a quiet study between them, moments where their gazes meet, lingering just a second longer, like they're learning the contours of each other's thoughts. His expression is curious, edged with something, but hers is softer, almost amused. It may be the first time he's stepped foot into her world, into this tired little apartment that wears its age like an old coat, but nothing in her has shifted. No peace disturbed, no energy out of place. He's supposed to be here, she thinks. A sign, subtle and unmistakable.

"Do I?" Astra laughs softly at the mention of her high. It's far from the intensity she usually seeks, just a gentle buzz to carry her through the day...or night, whichever it is. She glances at her hands, the glint of silver rings circling her fingers, bracelets that jangle lightly when she moves, and tattoos faded with time, barely visible under the glow of dim kitchen lights. "No. I’m here." She looks at him, another chuckle slipping from her lips, her gaze warm but steady. "Doesn’t that tell you something?" her brow arches when he talks about his usual fix, how it's been slipping through his fingers lately. "That maybe it’s time for something new." Something better. Something real. Not the synthetic chemicals the pharmaceutical giants pump out.

"An Up-Down. That's funny." she responds sincerely, chuckling again. "No, I'm just helping you feel what you want to feel. Down, right? Without the drag of it." Astra grins, watching as he moves toward the cupboard. She watches him return with the right one, eyes bright, the corners of her mouth lifting as he hands it over. Her fingers brush his as she takes it. "Thank you so much." she whispers, the sincerity in her voice like a gentle breeze. She settles the box in her lap, sifting through delicate lace pouches and clear wrappers, all while her gaze occasionally flits back to him.

"My time?" she adds, thoughtfully. "Well, I have plenty of it to give. This moment is supposed to take as long as it takes." Astra's eyes flick up to his face, watching the way he moves, the subtle shifts in his expression, and she can't help but grin. His questions pull a small laugh from her, and she follows his glance toward the kitchen door, nodding about the spice. "Probably. Nothing bad, though." she reassures him, eyes back to the box for her search. "What am I thinking..." she repeats the words slowly, almost teasingly as her fingers tap the edge of the box.

"I'm thinking about how I said you needed a hug, but you ignored me. Because I'm right." Astra's smirk is playful as she looks to him again, her eyes dancing with a quiet mischief, before she plucks another pill from the box. "Clips." she says, her voice a little more serious. "It's gentler, softer. Like that moment right before sleep hits you, but you're still awake. Everything around you becomes…Warm. You float instead of sink." she hands it to him, her fingers lingering for just a second before she pulls back. "You want to be somewhere between here and not-here, don't you? That's what you mean by down." Astra chuckles, toying with the sound of the word again. "But you hate where it takes you." her tone is serious again, sadder, almost until her smile returns slowly. "This," she murmurs, eyes locking to his. "This is your hug, baby."

This was so different from what Felix was used to. Normally, these exchanges were quick, dark. Credits for substances, as fast as possible. There was always a shadow hanging over him, the guilt, the shame creeping in no matter how efficiently or swift it was handled. Usually, it was in some dimly lit street or the kind of rundown apartment where the only light came from a flickering bulb and the windows were covered in grime. Astra's place wasn't exactly pristine, there were definitely signs of wear, edges frayed by time, but it was like stepping into another reality. She treated the whole thing like it was something special, a moment that mattered, almost like it was a gift rather than a transaction. Felix wasn't sure if that made things better or worse. It definitely felt better, though.

"Like what? Confused?" he quipped, a sliver of wit slipping through his tired voice. He had no idea why everything he said came out so gently. It had been a long day, sure, but that didn't explain how his words seemed to sink before they could even leave his mouth. Then again, none of this explained how Astra had this uncanny knack for pulling his thoughts out of his head, like she already knew what he was thinking. It wasn't even strange to him anymore. It just seemed to make sense that she could. One look at her and he knew there was something about her, that glow, that energy.

When she didn't immediately offer any other names for his fix, he let out a low laugh. Felix found himself watching her, his eyes tracing the way she moved, how she casually placed a hand on his arm as if she knew he'd help her without asking. And he did. Instinctively, his hand was already there, steadying her as she hoisted herself up onto the counter. There was something in that touch, something he couldn't quite shake. It was like a spark, but not in the typical sense. It was softer, quieter, but it made him feel something all the same. He wasn't sure what it was, but it hit him, a strange sensation that left him caught between awe and amusement.

Her laugh followed, that light, airy sound that felt like it dug right into him, settling somewhere deep. Before he knew it, he was laughing too, without even meaning to, like her joy had leaked into him. It was impossible not to. "That's good to know, yeah. You seem...gone, though." he remarked, still amused. And then she started playing with the sound of the word, dragging it out, turning it over in her mouth like it was something to be tasted. Felix found himself nodding along, somehow he knew exactly what she meant. "Yeah, seems to be fucking hard to find lately. No one has any." But she was right. He hated the feeling of being down, yet he craved it just the same. It was awful, this heavy descent into numbness, but it was the only thing that gave him relief. When he was there, in that space where everything disappeared, he could finally be nothing. Nothingness was a kind of salvation.

But when Astra said it again, it was different. The way she said it, all floating and soft, made him grin and once again he, somehow, knew exactly what she meant. "Are you trying to sell me an up-down?" he teased, the edge of humor still there, though his voice didn't carry the usual bite. This cramped little apartment, this cluttered kitchen, had softened him, dulled his sharp edges in a way he hadn't expected. Or, Astra did. He knew immediately which.

Felix nodded before she even finished asking, his grin widening as he watched her fingers trace patterns in the air, describing the box in her cupboard. He was half sure he'd grab the wrong one, but then, when he reached the door, there it was, the shape she'd drawn in the air with her hands made perfect sense. He grabbed it, bringing it back to her with a mix of amusement and confusion tugging at his face. "Look, I'll be honest. I don't want to waste your time." though, as he began, he quickly realized the mistake in his words. Astra didn't seem to be operating by time. She seemed to bend it to her will, in fact. "I don't think it will be strong enough." his voice was quieter, a hint of shame in the tone. "Well, I mean...I don't know what you're thinking of." Actually that was a point. What the fuck was she thinking? In general? Why did he want to know? "Quick question. The spice-" he gestured to the kitchen door. "That had something else in it, right?"

[captainaikus]

Hii bb, hope you're doing great

Idk if you're taking requests anymore but if you are is it possible to do one for shidou ??

Slutty man with a slutty waist with slutty intentions.

He is the whiny and immature one in the relationship.

Has a lean built body, slutty back muscles and visible abs that are lean which can be felt but not bulky.

Blonde happy trail - has dyed it before (ofc)

He’s an adrenaline junkie. If you think he’s crazy during sex you’re right, but after? he is insane.

Tags : fingering, a little rough play, mentions of one pussy slap, hot and cold shidou, submissive fem! reader

Expect pupils to be dilated and taunting.

“You thought I was done huh? Keeping me satisfied after the third one ‘n tryna make me cum early after the fourth when you clenched around me.” Ryusei said, fingers going in and out of your soaking wet cunt while you tried to stop him, thighs pressed against his hand tightly praying he would stop taunting you.

“Nah nah ya ain’t gettin away this time ~” he chuckled, fingers toying with your clit making you scream, his other hand playing with your breast as his strong legs held yours down, chest pressed against your back and lips nibbling your ear.

“I’m gonna fuck you till you’re full of my cum. Till your pussy can’t hold it and you leak all over the fucking place. And then… I’ll just have to fuck it again won’t i ~ she’d be so sad if she was empty wouldn’t she?” he cooed, slapping your cunt lightly, a whimper escaping your lips.

“Aww it’s okay ~ it’s alright, baby. I’ve got you. Your boyfriend has you.” he soothes you, kissing your neck sloppily.

Also Ryusei :

“How ‘bout I turn you into a mommy ~”

[swifty-fox]

Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday

Rule: Post seven sentences of your current WIP and tag other writer friends!

tagged by @nicijones

everything and the kitchen sink (Dom!Gale & Journalist!John)

“So you’re an adrenaline junkie but instead of extreme sports you make people call you master.” 

“Sir, actually.” 

John blinks, “What?” 

Gale’s lips curve at the corners slightly in that strange subdued smile of his. Those blue eyes lock on John’s, staring right into the back of his skull.

“I have my clients call me Sir, not Master.” 

“Sir…” John says slowly. Something sparks in Gale’s eyes. Sparks in John’s gut. “So then what the hell do your friend call you?”

tagging @antiquitea, @sig-nifier (when ur feelin better bb) @bucking-mustangs-with-wings and @trashbag-baby666

[chad-something]

BEHOLD Fic Recs!!!! 18+

Notes: I’m reposting this because it seems to have disappeared completely from my account!! After the week we’ve all had I thought I’d accumulate some of my favs 🥹🥹 I’ll make a list for fluffy fics as well! Big love.

Side note, there is no theme, the theme is chaos fuck you Filoni

Warnings: These all contain 18+ content, minors do not interact - all posts contain individual warnings.

Expensive Tastes: by @eloquentmoon - cad bane x AFAB!reader

• Good lord. Need I say more? I want this shit tattooed on my fucking eyelids.

Rough Day: by @no-droids - mando x F!reader

• Because obviously. Is it too much to call this the Bible for fanfic readers?

Tech Savvy: by @bb-8 - Tech x F!reader

• Pure, unadulterated perfection.

Can I help with that?: by @nahoney22 - Tech x F!reader

• She needs no introduction. All of Honey’s work is PERFECTION!! I’m kicking my feet and blushing thinking about it all.

Handling: by @moodymisty - Tech x F!reader

• Again, she needs no introduction. Incredible writing AND incredible sex, what more could you ask for? I just adore all of her stuff!!

Catch and Release: by @sporadicthingcollection - Cad Bane x F!reader

• This was the first fic I ever read on ao3 after somebody sent it to me and I remember with such clarity being like … wait… this shit can be GOOD good?! I feel like I’m reading a Jane Austen novel rn except it’s pure smut and about a blue space cowboy. I seriously hang off Emberly’s every word - this fic and the whole series is AMAZING

Poise Counterpoise: by @sporadicthingcollection - Tech x F!reader

• Mmm same as above but for tech. I want to inject this into my brain?!

Quick and Dirty: by @eyecandyeoz - Tech x Reader

• Everything. All of Candy’s stuff. But in light of recent events this one has been on my mind!

Multitasking: by @neon-junkie - Tech x GN!reader

• I dare you to find a fic by neonjunkie that I won’t obsess over, this is one of my personal favs

Coriolis Effect: by @uponrightful - Crosshair x reader

• FANTASTIC Crosshair series with excellent writing, pacing, and smut by uponrightful

What Boba thinks about on the throne: by @saradika - Boba x F!reader

• I’m blushing. Every. Single. Fic. Is. Perfection. (And read kinktober 2021 NEEEOOOOOOWW)

These are just some off the top of my head to help ease the pain from the finale!! I’ll be back with more soon I’m sure - and there are so many other fluffy fics I adore that I can’t wait to shout out asap

(Boarders by @saradika)

Em x

[rising-angelx]

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angel's saturday nights as of late had been much different than saturdays of angels past. whether out in a dingey bar or huddled in her room, she was avoiding confrontation and too much idle time spent with people she loves. people who may take notice to her odd behavior or try and get her to delve into the problems she was so desperately running from. this saturday however, fate had other plans. one that was supposed to be spent in bed, licking her wounds from the previous night. however, she happened to knock over her nail polish remover onto her carpet, noxious fumes making her bedroom unlivable until it had been thoroughly aired out. so, much to her chagrin, the common space was left.

her head's new resting place was unfortunately not very pillow like, considering it was her hand atop the cold surface of their kitchen island. a plate of half eaten toaster waffles sat not too far away as she mindlessly scrolled on her phone, ignoring all surroundings but not exactly paying attention to what was on the screen either. she was conscious of someone entering her airspace, but she didn't raise her head to acknowledge them until a voice was aimed in her direction. angel paused, spreading silence between them as she considered junki's offer. one more night out wouldn't make much of a difference, right? even with a different common confidant of her past? "yeah, sure," she agreed simply. "where to?"

closed for @rising-angelx / tidal apartment / saturday evening, september

given how tumultuous tidal's early days were, it's a goddamn miracle to see how well they gel together now. but look closer, and you'll find that some threads in this misshapen web are stronger than others. and the thread between him and dahye can be likened to a tightrope stretched between two islands growing ever more distant.

he and dahye are friends, still. junki knows without a doubt that he will still be there for her, like he would be for any of his members. but the two years between them are now something he feels acutely, and that line of easy-friendship-slash-professionalism is one he has rarely allowed himself to cross in the last five years. it's like a house of cards. one errant finger tap against the tabletop and the whole thing will come tumbling down in a flutter of paper and ink.

it's saturday night when he passes his bandmate sitting at their kitchen island en route to pour himself a glass of water and he pauses steps later, head half-pivoted as if he’s remembered or heard something (the truth: he has. it’s her deep sigh, the third one in the last ten minutes). he's not sure what exactly is unfolding within the band, but he can sense it, in the same way he knows what it means when the ocean suddenly pulls back from shore moments before a tsunami. " dahye, i'm heading out for tonight. if you want to come with. " it's not said as a question, but the easy-blink, absent-minded way he says it means that she can easily turn him down and it wouldn't make a difference.

[bulkyphrase]

Comfort Podfic Rec List

It's been a while since my last podfic-specific rec list, and with that lore.fm nonsense it seems like an especially good time to highlight the wonderful work that podficcers do!

These are some of the podfics I rely on to cheer me up. They're all sweet, fluffy or funny, and relatively short.

but hey, you're all right read by sisi-rambles (Stucky, 30-45 Minutes, Teen And Up Audiences)

Summary: 'This is not my fault,' Tony lies. 'It was supposed to be a joke! Christ.' 'Thanks to your joke,' says Coulson, 'we now have a code three-four-delta, with the variable being a Russian immigrant. We're checking his background right now, but it might take a while. Meanwhile, I suggest you civilian-proof the Tower. If any SHIELD intelligence is compromised, I will hurt you.' Yes, this is the story where the Winter Soldier is a Russian mail-order bride. Everything goes about as well as you'd expect. Based on the story by beardsley

Baby Steve Adventures read by blackglass (Gen, 20-30 Minutes, General Audiences)

Summary: Captain America gets hit by a spell during a battle. The rest of the Avengers look after him. Based on the story by catty_the_spy (@cattythespy)

The Devil and the Wild Man read by Tipsy_Kitty (@tipsyxkitty) (Loki/Steve Rogers, 1-1.5 Hours, Mature)

Summary: Steve's dinosaur keeps Loki in line on Sakaar. This is not a euphemism, but it is also 100% a euphemism. Based on the story by Effing (@effingunicorns)

More below the cut!

Right In Front of Your Face read by sisi-rambles (Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, 10-20 Minutes, General Audiences)

Summary: Phil and Clint get engaged and go out together to spread the news. but everyone is just shocked to hear they're together. Based on the story by @ereshai

Mixed Ages Classroom read by blackglass (Gen, 30-45 Minutes, Not Rated)

Summary: For this prompt, where the Avengers are de-aged, but to different ages: Clint & Tony to young children (below 10), Bruce to a toddler (whose tantrums involve hulking out to bb!hulk), Natasha & Steve back to teenagers (with scrawny!Steve). In which Hulk is a baby, Natasha and Steve know they aren't real teenagers, Clint and Tony behave badly, and Maria Hill is not a parent but Coulson might be. Based on the story by harcourt (@haforcere)

Protocol 1985 read by sisi-rambles (Gen, 30-45 Minutes, General Audiences)

Summary: “Holy crow, it worked,” someone says. Wherein Clint and Natasha meet Howard and Peggy. Based on the story by hollimichele (@nonasuch)

Fair Shot read by hopelesse (@sheshopelesse) (Stony, 20-30 Minutes, Mature)

Summary: Captain Rogers leaps from the helicopter like a gymnast on the dismount. All the lines of his body are controlled. Perfect. The iconic round shield lies flat across his back. “How does he fit a parachute under that?” I ask. “He doesn’t,” Stark answers. “Marvelous adrenaline junkie, our Cap. Likes to almost break his ankles every time. Makes him feel like a man.” Front Line reporter Ben Urich spends a mission embedded with Tony Stark and Captain Steve Rogers on an Ultimates mission. Based on the story by @isozyme

Dad's Got Skeletons read by sisi-rambles (Steve Rogers/Howard Stark (maybe?), 20-30 Minutes, Teen And Up Audiences)

Summary: “To think he became a dad—your dad. A daddy.” He looked up sharply and saw that Steve’s smile had twisted a little bit, pulled up at one corner like a smirk, except no, Captain America did not smirk. “You know, it’s funny. I called him daddy once too.” Based on the story by kehinki

Sam Wilson: Ghost Hunter read by sisi-rambles (Samsteve, 0-10 Minutes, General Audiences)

Summary: Sam's stuck in a horror movie cliche. Based on the story by kehinki

(the kitten invasion fleet has arrived) read by blackglass (Gen, 0-10 Minutes, General Audiences)

Summary: what if the first contact with nonhuman life forms comes about in a different way? Based on the story by @labelleizzy

someone’s gonna pay for this read by sisi-rambles (Gen, 0-10 Minutes, General Audiences)

Summary: Steve as a cat. Based on the story by @lazulisong

Groundwater read by blackglass (Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, 30-45 Minutes, Teen And Up Audiences)

Summary: Okay, she thinks, in a zen-like state of calm: given a chump assignment, she not only managed to fall in a well, she somehow dragged Captain America--living legend, supersoldier, level 7 SHIELD consultant, and Avenger--down with her. This means two things: 1) Captain America knows who she is now, and thinks she’s a dumbass, and 2) SHIELD is probably going to make her disappear as punishment (likely by throwing her in another, deeper well and pretending she never existed). “Don’t mind me,” she says faintly. “I’m just gonna drown myself now.” Based on the story by @legete

Dear Clint Barton (Circa Age 7) read by RsCreighton (@rosecreighton) (Gen, 20-30 Minutes, Teen And Up Audiences)

Summary: The most annoying parts of being de-aged (and then re-aged) are your friends. Based on the story by @pollyrepeat

Situation Normal read by quietnight (@quietnighty) (Stucky, 20-30 Minutes, Mature)

Summary: AU wherein Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers never met, Steve somehow manages to rescue the Winter Soldier anyway, and Avengers Tower ends up with the world’s angriest duckling and a whole new brand of entertainment. - (“He was dragging him out of the river,” Natasha argues later. “Nat, be honest, he was going for the Full Monty.” Says Clint. “I’m pretty sure we interrupted him in the middle of giving ‘emergency CPR’,” Tony agrees, “Or the stage after emergency CPR. Emergency Dick? Is that a thing?” “That’s not a thing,” Natasha and Clint reply.) Based on the story by redcigar

How Steve Rogers Singlehandedly Lost the Cold War read by quietnight (@quietnighty) (Stucky, 20-30 Minutes, Mature)

Note: This is a sequel/companion to the previous fic, Situation Normal.

Summary: AU wherein Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes never met, but the Winter Soldier takes an interest in Captain America anyway, and has an odd way of showing it. -- (On the helicarrier, hurrying to reach the central hub of the third aircraft in time, the chip clenched in his gloved fist, Steve turns to find a ghost blocking his path, and is abruptly reminded on what the road to hell is paved with.) Based on the story by redcigar

Get Some Now read by where_thewind_blows (@flowersthroughthecracks) (Stony, 1-1.5 Hours, Teen And Up Audiences)

Summary: Avengers Mansion has a mysterious feline infestation. Meanwhile, Steve just can't figure out how to ask Tony out on a date. And the thirteen teleporting cats sure aren't helping matters any. Based on the story by @sineala

Mercy in You by Sineala read by Pywren (@phyrrhicvictory) (Stony, 1-1.5 Hours, Mature)

Summary: When Tony comes back from a very bad D/s date, in pain and abandoned by his dom, Steve offers to help Tony out and give him all the aftercare he so desperately needs. Based on the story by @sineala

To Keep the Home Fires Burning read by blackglass (Maria Hill/Natasha Romanov, 30-45 Minutes, Teen And Up Audiences)

Summary: Maria does three tours of cat sitting duty before she and Romanoff come to be on a first name basis. She claims a whole shelf in the pantry and sneaks in two more cat mugs too. Based on the story by Woad

[scarybabe]

hi bb! ok so I’m questioning how to introduce my bf to fat positivity/fetishes in general- he loves my body but doesn’t know I’m into this kinda thing. It’s more of a mild kink for me, so I’m stuck on how to discuss it without overwhelming him! He’s also a workout junkie but has never pushed anything like that on me. If you have any tips I’d appreciate it majorly :) 💘

oh wow that’s adorable! my ex of 7 years had never heard of this kink before me I think, it was a fun one to explain. he didn’t end up being into it but he definitely humored me a lot which was kind of him 😅 I kind of explained it like fat/soft belly is almost like a natural progression of liking big boobs and butt.. more round softness. bodies come in all sizes too & fat is not uncommon! I don’t even think being attracted to fat should be considered a fetish because fatness is pretty normal (statistically speaking regardless of some people’s opinions) 🤭 I would think about why you like it, and break it down for him! There’s lots of different reasons and motivations to.

Mine is pretty sapphic (I realized I am attracted to plus size women so it makes sense I’d be turned on and feel confident at this size, because that was a beauty ideal for me when I was petite). Other people like the taboo aspect of it, like being fat and confident in spite of societal expectations to lose weight. 💕

[applesjuice]

How is Akari adapting to modern life (and BB junk food) ?

Akari (and Ingo) are not allowed to eat junky processed foods for a while! They're getting used to a modern diet again so any sweets need to be homemade. But drayton does slip Akari a chocolate bar at some point as a bribe. He is competing with Carmine to be the favorite older sibling now that Akari is sort of technically part of his family.

As for modern life it's a bit of a culture shock, things like a shower, electric lights, pain meds that don't have opium in them lol are a bit mind boggling at first. But the biggest thing they struggle with is modern battling. You're with your pokemon at all times in hisui so having to stay behind a line on the court? Doesn't register. Makes me think somewhere along the line when battling became mainstream they made safety rules for the trainers, stay behind the line, pokemon cannot attack trainers, etc. So you got Akari and Ingo doing the equivalent of a pokemon cage match and it freaks everyone out.

[litteratured]

John Giorno Interview: Inside William S. Burroughs' Bunker

Step inside ‘The Bunker’ in New York, the windowless former apartment of the legendary writer William S. Burroughs, and let yourself be guided around – from Burroughs’ typewriter to his shooting target – by its the current resident, the iconic poet John Giorno (b.1936 - d.2019). William S. Burroughs lived several places throughout his life. Between 1975-82 the drug addict and writer –famous not least for his automatic writing in books like ‘Naked Lunch’– lived in 222 Bowery, one of New York’s first YMCAs in the 1880s. Performance poet John Giorno has lived at the address since the early 1960s and was delighted to host his friend and colleague, who lived in the basement for seven years and dubbed the windowless space ‘The Bunker’. “ He was a brilliant transcendent writer, but he was more brilliant here,” Giorno recalls and explains how Burroughs was high from nine in the morning, and then would have vodkas and joints at five o’clock in the afternoon. Giorno himself would join him, albeit a bit later in the day: “Doing that for those endless years and years, that was a lesson – not sure what the lesson is though.” Having downed several more bottles of vodka and smoked more joints, Burroughs and his guests would shoot at the target poster, which still has its original bullet holes. John Giorno has been using ‘The Bunker’ as a guest room for visiting friends and today everything has been restored and kept like it was when Burroughs lived there: the target poster, the typewriter, the gun magazines and the desk all set for someone to sit down and write. We also get to see the ‘Orgone box’ – a box invented by psychoanalyst William Reich, who believed that orgones are vibratory atmospheric atoms of the life-principle, which can be concentrated as a creative substratum. “And if you sat in there you would collect orgone energy of the universal power,” Giorno adds. Burroughs “always believed there could be chaos and catastrophe, so every house should have a vessel to be able to save enough water to live for four days. So that’s why that was there,” says Giorno about the big water tank on the floor. Giorno also shows us Burroughs’ lamp, which is made from a – still functioning – rifle from the Civil War, as well as his BB gun: “It's a generational thing of his, coming of age as a young person in the 1920s and 30s, living in the country in St. Louis, and also outside, and being alone and being frail. I don't think his family were shooters, somehow it entered his life, all of those things.” John Giorno (b.1936 - d.2019) is an American poet and one of the most influential figures in contemporary performance poetry with his intensely rhythmic and philosophical poetry. He has published a wide range of poetic works such as the collection ‘You Got to Burn to Shine’, spoken words with William S. Burroughs and Laurie Anderson. In 1962, Giorno was the subject of Andy Warhol’s 6-hour movie ‘Sleep’. Giorno has also created Giorno Poetry Systems, which has published more than 40 spoken LP’s with acclaimed artists such as Allen Ginsberg and Patti Smith. William S. Burroughs (b. William Seward Burroughs II in 1914 – d. 1997) was an American writer and artist. He was a primary figure of the Beat Generation and a major influence in popular culture and literature, he wrote eighteen novels and novellas, six collections of short stories and four collections of essays, found success with his confessional first novel ‘Junkie’ (1953) but is best known for his highly controversial third novel ‘Naked Lunch’ (1959).  Along with artist, writer and poet Brion Gysin, Burroughs re-invented the literary cut-up technique in works such as ‘The Nova Trilogy’ (1961-1964). Much of Burroughs’ work is semi-autobiographical, primarily drawn from his experiences as a heroin addict. In 1951, he accidentally killed his wife Joan Vollmer with a pistol during a drunken ‘William Tell’ game and was consequently convicted of manslaughter. Through the years, Burroughs also created and exhibited thousands of paintings and other visual artworks, including his celebrated ‘Gunshot Paintings’. He did not, however, exhibit his artwork until 1987, and for last 10 years of his life, he presented his paintings and drawings at museums and galleries worldwide. He died at his home in Kansas after suffering a heart attack in 1997. John Giorno was interviewed by Christian Lund in New York City in October 2017.  Copyright: Louisiana Channel, Louisiana Museum of Modern Art, 2018

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A real pathetic trainwreck of a humanoid

♤ girl, vegan, quasi-religious, christian occultist, creature, hikkineet, junkie, femcel, artist & musician, hater, digital, futch princess, gross girl, vessel, conduit, goth, metalhead, gatekeeper, kinnie, animal rights advocate, nerd, philistine, anti-natalist, psychonaut, medium, seer, gamer, post limit hater, html+bb+css coding, trauma age regressor, gun nut, writer, poet, girlblogger, cat mum, skinny legend, mango vape lover, medical marijuana user, and misanthrope

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♡ AuDHD (high support needs), semi-verbal, Drug addiction/dependency, BPD, C-PTSD, AN-RP, Bipolar I, Psychotic, Dissociative, Tic disorder, Schizophrenia, Depression, Anxiety, suspected AVPD + minor physical disabilities

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DNI: cheaters/poly/nm “people”/ abusers, rapists, normies, gross men, minors, posers, bullies, woke police, haters, Taylor Swift, blank blogs, cat/animal haters, political freaks

The block button is my bestie!

∴∵∴ ୨୧ ∴∵∴ ୨୧ ∴∵∴ ୨୧ ∴∵∴ ୨୧ ∴∵∴ ୨୧ ∴∵∴ ∴∵∴ ୨୧ ∴∵∴ ୨୧ ∴∵∴ ୨୧

[pvnks0ul]

everyday I’m pressed bc I ain’t seen dom’s abs in the bpwf movie

Domi said Riri is an adrenaline junkie in Ironheart...dont stress bb we getting them!

[somereaderinblue]

Walker Siblings Rewrite

I totally did not write this bcz I have a soft spot for siblings. Also, Melanie is frickin gorgeous, she deserved better. DC hire me.

ANYWAYS! Upon reentering the BB fandom, I’ve decided to try my hand at writing for it, which brings me to this. Ft. my Bludhaven Beyond AU! Enjoy!

Melanie Walker/Spoiler

Loved her the moment I saw her, hated how the show treated her. Especially the comics, god don’t get me started on it. Why why why did they reduce her to a Faux Action Girl & Stalker who literally went into action just to impress Terry? Hell no, we ain’t doing my girl dirty like that so here’s how it’s gonna go.

Melanie’s primary goal doesn’t just revolve around Terry; it’s about breaking away from her parent’s emotional abuse/manipulation. It’s about breaking away from a self-destructive lifestyle of crime she’s stuck in out of misguided loyalty to them.

Thus, she and her brother move to Bludhaven for a fresh start. It’s a lot easier since no one would rlly gives a damn there. Plus, it ensures their parents will never find them.

She’s content to continue as a restaurant helper & even teaches kids basic coding part-time. Her brother had a harder time adjusting which caused some tension, especially after he got fired. Fortunately, he soon found employment at Dick’s gymnastics studio, easing her worries.

Unfortunately, the peace wasn’t gonna last for long.

At first, she thought her brother was desperate for adventure when he came to her with his crazy theory about Mr. Grayson being an ex-assassin. She decided to humor him like siblings wont to do (she’s the sane sibling to Jack’s irresponsible, you can’t change my mind).

They discovered he was half-right.

Redemption time baby! Time to stick it to the asshole parents by becoming what they hated most!

Her brother blackmails convinces Dick to teach him so he could take on the Nightwing mantle. Dick didn’t think it was a healthier alternative to dealing with whatever parental issues the siblings had but between vigilantism and crime, the former was the lesser of two evils.

Melanie wasn’t interested and for a while, she was Jack’s ‘guy in the chair’. However, as her brother got into worse scuffles due to rising gang activity, she realized she had to step in. Not just to protect what family she had left but to prove that she’s better than her parents.

Thus, she modifies her old Ace costume and debuts as Spoiler. Lame moniker compared to Nightwing but hey, she’ll take it over Ten any day.

Jacqueline ‘Jack’ Walker/Nightwing

(The fandom page literally just calls him Jack so I made up his civilian name, don’t judge.) 

I surprisingly came to like Jack despite what little screentime he had. Which is why I’m disgruntled with how the tie-in comics treated him. Him going back to being a criminal & getting beaten up by Batman just felt like the writers were pointlessly kicking the dog (Melanie) more. After all the crap she’s been through, she could’ve at least gotten one decent family member. So, let’s give this guy more depth.

I hc that Jack found it harder to straighten out bcz he’s an adrenaline junkie & kleptomaniac; something his family’s criminal lifestyle unhealthily enabled.

He tried to accept his restaurant job but his urges made him pilfer silverware/ small valuables from his coworkers. That combined with his haughty attitude got him into trouble until his boss finally fired him.

Pissed, he went for a walk to clear his head until he stumbled upon a gymnastics studio. He had some gymnastic/acrobatic skill thanks to his time as a criminal. So, he walked in and after chatting with Mr. Grayson, landed himself a job there.

Surprisingly, he enjoyed it. The physicality gave him the adrenaline rush, Dick (having caught on to his kleptomania) helped keep his urges in check & the kids loved his knife tricks (he has a heart, okay?).

One day, a local gang tried to rough them up for ‘protection money’. He helped Dick scare them away but after seeing his mentor kick ass, Jack began to suspect he had a secret. An ex-criminal would naturally recognize another ex-criminal! Or assassin, either one was cool, really.

He managed to needle his sister into snooping around until they finally found the old Nightwing costume. Jack’s heard of Nightwing from online forums and he’s a closeted fan.

Seizing this golden opportunity, he begged Dick to teach him more. He won’t admit it but he’s not just interested in vigilantism for the thrill but bcz he’s realized he can care for others and that he does care.

Also, this would be the ultimate middle finger to dear old daddy.

Thus, Bludhaven had a Nightwing once more. And after one too many close calls, he had his sister joining his side, this time as Spoiler.

So maybe he can’t have riches. But hey, the wellbeing of his sister, mentor and the kids were good enough compensation for him.

Oh, and Dick totally doesn’t adopt these ex-criminal siblings with parental issues. He totally doesn’t become a cool supportive healthy father figure to Melanie & Jack who no longer have to be accomplices in crime to earn affection. Look at him, Bruce, he doesn’t enable your chronic adopting.

(A/N: note my sarcasm.)