#but it still feels like they tried to rip me off personally

[creating--memories]

This is how it went

Part 5: I know I’ve kissed you before, I didn’t do it right. Can I try again?

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Wc: 2kish

Themes: angst, fluff

Warnings: mentions of divorce, light sexual content maybe?

Authors note: happy game day fic. hi I kind of hate the way this chapter came out, I’m feeling unsure where to go with this series b idk if I should continue, but here’s part 5 for now. Also unedited ofc, so lmk if there’s any serious errors.

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Paige slammed the back door of her dad’s CRV, her crutches clanking against each other as she flung them into the well of the backseat.

Bob turned around in the front seat, taking note of his daughter’s distress.

“Woah kid! what’s got you all riled up”

Paige turned her head to look out of the car window, refusing to make eye contact with her dad.

“Don’t want to talk about it” she mumbled

Bob sighed at her response, pondering over whether or not to keep pushing.

“Alright kiddo. Well you can always talk to me if you need” he said as he pulled the car into drive.

Paige tried to muster up a semblance of a smile, feeling sorry for shutting her dad out, but her mind was swirling with the afterthoughts of the scene that just played out in Azzi’s room moments ago. So instead she rested her head on the windowsill, closed her eyes and waited until they arrived home.

Paige loved her dad and she knew he would do anything for her, but they didn’t talk about the deeper stuff. After her mom left, she could feel the hole that ripped through her dad in every aspect of their lives. Even though he put up a tough front, Paige was old enough to see how badly he was hurting. Naturally, like the person she is, Paige wanted to protect him, she couldn’t bear to hurt him the same way her mom did. So she mostly kept her hardships to herself. When her dad met her stepmom, she saw the hole in her dad get a little bit smaller and Paige promised herself she was not going to be the one to reopen it. This is why when she met Azzi, she became grateful to have Katie and Tim around. For the first time, she felt like she had parent figures to open up to. And Paige didn’t just let the Fudd’s into her heart, Katie and Tim loved her like their daughter. They genuinely wanted to best for her.

But, Paige knew that even if the Fudd’s treated her like their daughter, Azzi was their *actual* daughter. So Tim Fudd was the last person she expected to see when there was a ring at her doorbell later that evening.

“What’s with the face Bueckers?” Laughed Tim when the blonde opened the door, gesturing to the look of shock on her face.

“Oh— sorry— hi Tim, just didn’t expect you that’s all. I figured you’d be busy taking pictures with Azzi and stuff.” She scratched the back of her neck at the last part of her sentence.

“I actually just dropped her off. I was driving by your house so I thought I’d stop by. Can I come in?”

Tim gestured past Paige.

Paige nodded, her mind still swirling with confusion, and stepped aside to make room for the older man to enter the house.

Tim walked through the home casually, like it was his own, and pulled out a chair to sit at the kitchen table. Paige hobbled over to the kitchen and stood across from Tim at the other end.

Paige swung her arms awkwardly

“Can I get you something to drink or something?”

“No that’s alright kid. Actually, I came here 'cause I wanted to talk.”

Tim gestured to the seat next to him, inviting the blonde to take a seat.

The younger girl cautiously took a seat, angling her chair so that her leg could stretch out next to her, letting her crutches clank on the floor.

Tim sat there quietly for a few moments. Paige shifting in her seat uncomfortably, still confused at what the older man wanted to talk about.

“You know Azzi was real sad you weren’t there for her prom sendoff.” said Tim finally

A pang of guilt spread across Paige’s face, she did feel bad for leaving her best friend on the night she had discussed excitedly for so long. But it didn’t last long once she remembered why she wasn’t there in the first place.

“It’s not my fault I wasn’t there. I'm sure John or James or whatever his name is kept her company” Paige scoffed and looked away from the man sitting in front of her.

“I know it’s not your fault Paige, I’m just letting you know she was sad” said Tim endearingly.

Paige fiddled with the strings on her sweatshirt, the guilt that had dissipated from earlier creeping back in.

“I know it sucks kid, and I know you’re angry. But you also gotta understand she’s just a kid, both of you are. You know how hard this year has been on her, the weight of coming back from injury and making a name for her college career has been crushing her.”

Paige finally looked up to meet Tim’s eyes with a look of understanding, her grudge against her younger best friend starting to fall.

The blonde let out a sigh of exasperation.

“I just hate it sometimes. I know I asked for it but sometimes I just wish we didn’t have all of this attention, I wish we were normal”

“I know kid, but if you were just two normal girls who lived on opposite sides of the country you never would have each other in your lives.”

Tim placed a hand on Paige’s shoulder

“And I think you’d hate that even more”

The corner of Paige’s lips curled into a small smile

“Do you think I can make it up to her?”

Tim reached into the drawstring backpack he had brought and pulled out a small plastic container that held a dainty corsage made up of light pink and purple roses along with a matching boutonniere and placed it on the table.

He pushed the box towards Paige.

“I’m not sure, but I think I know where you can start.”

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Azzi sat on the curb of the sidewalk outside of her high school gym, her bare feet outstretched in front of her, heels discarded to her side waiting for her dad to pick her up. The last few stragglers from the dance exited the gym behind her, some heading home and others to the afterparty that was being held for their grade. Azzi couldn't go to the afterparty as she had basketball in the morning, not that she was feeling up for it anyway. Ever since earlier that day, she couldn’t get the words of her blonde best friend out of her head: “Maybe we shouldn't be anything at all”. She squeezed her eyes shut at the thought of it. It’s not like she didn’t understand why Paige was upset, she hated making her feel like this, but part of her was angry at Paige as well. She of all people knew how much pressure Azzi was under and how hard it had been on her.

“Why can’t she understand I just need a little more time?”

she thought to herself

Her dad’s car rolled up next to her on the sidewalk and she slipped her heels back on and made her way to the car.

“Hi beautiful, how was your night?”

Tim said with a smile as his daughter entered the car.

“It was a lot of fun, the music was awesome and we danced a lot…”

the end of Azzi’s sentence trailed off.

“But?”

responded Tim

Azzi smoothed out her dress on her lap, fidgeting with her clothing instead of looking at her dad.

“I don’t know… just felt like something was missing the whole night”

Tim hummed lowly in understanding

“Maybe a certain blonde-haired blue-eyed something?”

Azzi just gave a sad smile in response, as she continued to fidget with her hands.

Tim wrapped his arm around his daughter’s shoulders.

“I know kiddo. It may not feel like it, but I think she was missing you a lot too tonight”

Azzi turned her head to look out the passenger-side window

“I don’t know she seemed pretty adamant about *not* wanting to see me earlier” she mumbled

“You know blondie can be pretty dramatic, I’m sure she will be crawling back as soon as you know it”

consoled her dad

Azzi shrugged in response and continued staring out the window

—

As Azzi walked into her house she tossed her shoes to the side and started making her way to her bedroom, until she was stopped short by her dad.

“Hey Az, before you go upstairs could you come out back with me for a sec?” asked Tim

Azzi raised her eyebrows at her dad, confused by the strange request.

“And put your shoes back on” he added as his daughter’s face twisted into even more confusion

Azzi opened her mouth to protest, but Tim was already making his way to the back door.

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Azzi grabbed the handle to the back door to open, finally close enough for her dad to listen to her protests.

“Dad what is this about, my feet hurt, I don’t really want to wear these— “

The brunette stopped mid-sentence at the sight she was met with in her backyard. Small fairy lights lined the trees on the perimeter of the small plot of land and continued over the Fudd’s family basketball hoop. On the ground sat a few small lanterns with fake candles illuminating the grass and pink and purple flowers scattered around. A small speaker playing soft R&B music hummed in the background. In the middle of the scene stood Paige, wearing a mildly ill-fitting suit and her hair slicked back into a low bun. In her hands, she was cradling a plastic box.

“Hi” Paige said nervously as the younger girl made her way over to her.

Azzi took in the sight of the older girl standing in front of her.

“Paige what—”

Paige grabbed one of Azzi’s hands in her own

“I’m sorry for earlier Az. I didn't mean any of it. I always want you in my life. I should’ve been more understanding.”

Azzi pulled the blonde closer and wrapped her arms around her tightly, resting her head on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry too Paige. I never want you to feel like I’m ashamed of you. I should’ve told you how I was feeling earlier.”

The two girls stayed like that for a moment, grateful to be in the embrace of each other again, the frustrations from their argument rippling off of them and they sank into the hug.

Azzi pulled back from the hug first looking back to the decorations around them.

“did you do all of this yourself p?

“I had a little help” she said as she nodded towards Tim standing in the doorway.

Azzi couldn’t help but tear up a little bit, the thought of her dad helping Paige set everything up.

“Don’t stay up too late you two” yelled Tim as he smiled at the two girls and shut the door behind him

“Here I got something for you” Paige said as she struggled with the closure of the container.

Azzi slipped the yellow corsage from her date earlier off of her wrist and tossed it to the side.

“Do you want to put that inside? I know girls like to dry them and save them and stuff to look back on for memories or something, at least that’s what I’ve seen in movies” The older girl said, trying to be mature even though the thought of Azzi’s date wanted to make her scream.

“Nah, you know I hate yellow. Plus, I like this memory a lot better.” she said as she held out her wrist

Paige beamed at the younger girl's response, obediently placing the new corsage onto Azzi’s hand

“Where did you get this suit from?”

Azzi giggled at the blonde, as she pinned the boutonniere to the lapel of her jacket

“it’s one of Jose’s old ones; your mom helped me out a bit” said Paige.

She pulled the sides of the suit jacket back to reveal a lines of safety pins pulling in the fabric of the jacket in different places, a makeshift tailor job of sorts.

This caused Azzi to laugh even harder

“you’re incredible Paige”

Paige smiled back at her, letting out a few laughs as well

“Now, Ms. Fudd. May I have this dance?” she said as she reached for the younger girl’s hand

Azzi grabbed her hand and pulled her closer

“I would be delighted”

As the two of them swayed there to the soft sounds of Usher coming from the speaker, underneath fairy lights and a basketball hoop, Azzi couldn’t ask for a better prom night.

—

When the two girls finally made their way back into the house it was well past midnight and they tiptoed carefully up the stairs to Azzi’s room. Paige had insisted she must carry Azzi up the stairs when she said her feet hurt, but Azzi, younger but wiser, refused, not wanting to hurt the injured girl even more, so she settled for carrying her shoes and small handbag.

When they finally reached the younger girls bedroom they both flung themselves onto the bed facing the ceiling. After a bit Paige turned on her side to face the younger girl.

“You tired?” She said

Azzi propped herself up on her elbows to look at her best friend in the eyes.

“Surprisingly? No.”

Paige grinned at the answer

“Me neither, wanna watch frozen”

Azzi smiled and flashed a game expression of shock

“Duh”

Paige started to sit up to grab Azzi’s laptop but the brunette pulled her back down by her wrist.

“Paige?” She said hesitantly

“Yeah?”

Azzi’s eyes locked onto the girl in front of her

“Thank you for tonight. This was better than any prom I could have imagined” her voice was soft and low, the sincerity of her words clear.

The gap between them felt smaller now.

“Me too Az, I’m just glad I got to spend it with you”

Azzi rubbed small circles on the blondes wrist as they stared into each others eyes, both of them refusing to break contact.

Azzi leaned in slightly and took a short breath in. Paige followed the younger girls lead, pressing their lips together. They moved in sync, Azzi tilting her head slightly to allow the older girl to deepen the kiss. What started out as a soft peck, slowly transformed into something needier. Paige moved her hand to cup Azzi’s jaw and pulled her in deeper, breathing in the scent of the vanilla lavender perfume she wore. Azzi hummed at the increase in proximity as her hands roamed across the older girls back. Paige parted her mouth slightly, giving Azzi the perfect opportunity to slot her tongue in between her lips. Their tongues intertwined between them, both girls sighing into each other.

Paige pushed herself up with her hands, positioning herself fully ontop of Azzi. She leaned in to reconnect their lips but the younger girl pulled away.

“Paige?”

“Yeah? Is everything ok Az? We can stop if—“

“I’m a virgin” Azzi blurted out

Not expecting that at all, the blonde stared back at her for a second.

“Oh— um— yeah. That’s ok Az, I am too.”

She felt slightly embarrassed, not that Azzi would care, but she had been this big hot shot at school, constantly hyping up how cool UConn was to the younger girl, it felt a like embarrassing to admit that despite all of that she was still a virgin.

Azzi laid a hand on the blondes bicep, sending a shiver down her arm.

“I want my first time to be with someone special, someone I feel safe with. I want it to be with you”

Paige’s heart beat out of her chest, the younger girls words finally hitting her.

“I think… I think I want that too.”

Azzi smiled up at Paige, a smile of reassurance and comfort that mesmerized the older girl.

Paige leaned back down to kiss the brunette beneath her, sinking their bodies further into the mattress. Azzi couldn’t help but laugh a little to herself, how cliche? Losing your virginity on prom night. But as long as it was with Paige she didn’t care what night it was.

Paige’s hands moved up Azzi’s arms and pulled down the sparkly straps of her dress her collarbone fully exposed. Azzi’s breath hitched at her actions, and she pulled the older girl even closer for a moment before pulling back once more.

“I love you p, I hope you know that”

Paige felt tears trying to escape her eyes.

“I know Az. I love you too”

And before she knew it Azzi was pulling her back in, crashing their lips together again.

Azzi didn’t pull back again for a while.

—

Later that night, as they laid tingled in rather bodies, Paige passed out asleep, Azzi stirred slightly. Careful not to wager the peacefully sleeping blonde next to her she climbed out of bed and grabbed the corsage off of her desk.

She grabbed the heaviest book she could find and opened it to the middle pages. Carefully she placed the pink and purple flowers in between the pages and closed the book firmly, before grabbing a few more to weigh it down. She placed the carefully arranged stack back onto her bookshelf and crashed back into bed, slotting herself back into the crook of Paige’s neck.

“Now I’ll never forget this night” she whispered as she fell asleep to the sound of Paige’s breathing.

[h0neybb]

— all in all is all we are

୨୧ min yoongi x m!manager!reader ୨୧ yoongi notices you've been acting a bit off after you two arrived home. ୨୧ request?: yes ! ୨୧ caution: some jealousy and very partial nudity (reader), but other than that, just fluffy !! (+2nd person) ୨୧ wc: 1.4k

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It was safe to say that you were absolutely pissed.

You shouldn't have been, either. It was so trivial, so unimportant, and it shouldn't have bothered you. Hell, you've been dealing with this for years now.

Still, something about those people in the airport today just got under your skin.

It was the average comments that were heard from fans every day. Asking for a photo, or an autograph, or a completely unattainable chance with him. You laughed them off, as you always did, but then one lady piped up in a voice that was sweet enough to rot someone's teeth right out of their skull.

"You look so pretty today, Yoongi!"

It was all she said, with a bright smile on her face. It shouldn't have bothered you. You should've laughed it off. But something about it made you want to scream in her face. Or rip your hair out. Or maybe rip her hair out. You had never felt so jealous before; it's not like you were even a jealous person in the first place. Yet, here you were, absolutely fuming because of some poor girl just trying to compliment Yoongi like how a normal fan would. You were the only one who was allowed to call him pretty like that. That compliment, that tone, was reserved for you. In the comfort and privacy of your own home. She didn't deserve to call him that.

To make it worse? When you glanced over to try and assure yourself that you weren't crazy, he smiled. He fucking smiled. You felt like you were losing your mind, tightrope walking over a pit of jealousy and despair and every other vile word that you happened to think of.

Your heart hurt. Your head hurt. Everything about you seemed to hurt. It was as if all of this jealousy was physically paining you. Yet, you still had to look like the normal manager, walk along as if everything was perfectly fine and you were merely there because you had to be. So you did. Mostly because you didn't want to cause a scene, and you would likely get fired from your job if you did. You took a few deep breaths and trudged through your self-made pity party with a neutral expression, and finally heaved a sigh of relief when you and Yoongi were led into a car and driven back to your shared apartment.

You stared straight ahead the entire ride back to the apartment. It was mostly just due to the fact that you didn't know what to do with yourself. You could feel Yoongi's eyes on you. You could feel the way he was staring at you, trying to figure out why you weren't your usual self. He attempted to intertwine his fingers with yours, and you almost felt bad for pulling away, instead opting to rest your hands in your lap as he looked at you with an expression akin to sadness.

You were silent as you got out of the car. Silent as you unlocked the door. Silent as you moved toward the bedroom to grab a change of clothes before taking a shower. Even when Yoongi called out your name, you ignored him. You dug your own trench of insecurity, and now you were fighting against your own rationality. It was hell, and though you tried to wash it all away, you couldn't help but repeat that girl's words over and over. You look so pretty today, Yoongi. So pretty.

After you had dried off and returned to your room, Yoongi was sitting on the edge of the mattress, waiting for you. You could tell, since he wasn't doing anything but fidgeting slightly with his fingers. He looked upset, like your demeanour had suddenly rubbed off on him. Now, you just felt like the worst person on the planet.

"What's going on with you?" Yoongi mumbled with a slight frown. You didn't want to talk, but he beckoned you to say something. "C'mon, don't give me the silent treatment... what did I do?" He stood up from the bed and stepped toward you, reaching out his hand as if it were an olive branch. This time, you let his fingers lace with yours.

"Did I do something?" He reworded his question, almost sighing in relief when you shook your head.

"It's stupid." You finally managed to whisper.

"It's not stupid. I can't fix it if you don't tell me what's wrong." He immediately shut down anything negative that fell from your lips. He reached up to brush the pad of his thumb against your cheekbone, before letting his hand drop to your collarbone, and eventually, he trailed his fingers down to your pecs as you tried to find the words.

"...That girl, at the airport, who called you pretty." You muttered, gritting your teeth so you didn't go off on a rant about how she made your stomach turn and your head hurt.

"...Are you jealous?"

You nearly turned and walked right out when you noticed his sly smirk and almost untraceable chuckle, but Yoongi only held your hand tighter.

"No, be honest. Are you?" He seemed a bit more serious this time, and he squeezed your hand when he noticed your defeated gestures, how you sighed and nodded as if it were the most embarrassing possible thing that you had ever even thought.

"I don't even know why. I don't know if it was just the way she said it, or because she said it, or the way she looked, or..." You trailed off, realizing you were rambling.

"Sit down." Yoongi commanded gently, moving to the nearby closet to grab a pair of boxers for you so you weren't bare naked while trying to have a somewhat serious moment. The moment you slipped them over your hips and you were semi-presentable, Yoongi nearly tackled you onto the bed. You gasped as he pushed you down so that you were laying flat on your back, though you just let it happen. He hovered over you with a bright smile; he couldn't help but tease, just a little bit.

"You're jealous of some girl I've never even seen before?" He laughed softly when you tried to look away, obviously flustered. "You're amazing, you know that?"

The sudden flattery almost snapped you right out of both your jealousy and your embarrassment. Why would he be complimenting you? You were being ridiculous.

Yoongi noticed your confusion and laughed again. "You're just amazing. I can't believe you love me so much that you would get jealous when someone so much as compliments me." He brushed your damp hair away from your face and leaned in to kiss the tip of your nose.

"You know I wouldn't ever leave you for some random girl, right?" He asked before leaning back in to press another peck to your nose. When you nodded, he took both of your hands in his.

"You're the only one for me. You're the one I love. M'kay?" you couldn't help but nod along to his words, simply because of how sure he sounded. He was so confident sometimes it made your head spin.

"Okay." You replied, and he decided to move away from kissing your nose to your cheeks, then your forehead, then back to your nose... it seemed like by the time he had decided he had finished, not a single spot of your face was free of a kiss. Your face felt all tingly; you couldn't help but wonder if it was the abundance of skin-to-skin, or if Yoongi just had that affect on you.

"I love you. Even if I can't show it sometimes." He whispered, finally whispering the words you needed to hear all along. Suddenly, you felt all of the jealousy and vitriol and hatred get washed away, no thanks to the shower from earlier. Turns out, you just needed some reassurance from your boyfriend.

"I love you." He repeated, and you realized you had been entirely too silent this whole time.

"I love you too." You sighed.

Out of nowhere, you realized that Yoongi had missed one spot when he was ruthlessly leaving kisses across your face. You didn't even need to say anything before he fixed it, though, leaning in and carefully pressing his lips to yours in what was probably the sweetest kiss you would ever receive.

It was good to know that the chances of you getting jealous again anytime soon were very low, now.

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[theboywhoswallowedthesun]

I’m the most hypocritical person ever when it comes to this fandom.

James potter? The absolute love of my life. My kin. My character archetype. I have written essays on this man. Introspective, concise paragraphs about him and his personality and his behaviors. I have tore my own organs out in absolute agony over words I myself created about this man for the purpose of understanding him. Of knowing him. Acknowledging that he spent himself for every person with every breath he ever took. That he knew himself a shell of a man made to cater toward the needs of any other who had the sheer audacity to live within reach of his heart. That he saw his value in his ability to benefit others, not ever vice versa. That he would have cut his own tongue from his throat had anyone else ever not had the courage to speak. That his eyes would have been ripped from his body, if someone needed to see the bigger picture. That James potter as a man ran himself into the ground to let other people stand on his shoulders. That he looked at himself as if a prophet, and those around him the needy. Like he was born as some body for the people, his blood their own. He spent his entire life trying to chase the dwindling notion that maybe, if he loved harder, maybe if he cared more, then he would deserve to rest the body that gave him life. That maybe, his existence in just simply being alive and here, would be allowed. That the large man person woman or thing in the sky would not strike him down for resting his head, if he could prove that he had earned it. If he spent every minute on someone else, that was thirty seconds he may some day get for himself. As if he didn’t having a nagging voice, hot like a breath on the back of his neck telling him to more than he had been. If more was even possible. James potter would cut open his stomach if you were hungry. He would give you his brain if you needed peace of mind. Every second he stood on this earth was spent at the expense of another. He wouldn’t dare receive a quarter of that in return, for then he would only be selfish. He was alive, but that was hardly living. As a character and as a concept he remains to be an incredibly painful example of someone who never left well enough alone, constantly striving to try harder, to be better, if only for the comfort of those around him. And it ultimately killed him.

Remus Lupin? I could care less.

Prongsfoot? It’s hard for me to see in a literal sense but as a concept it couldn’t be more heartbreaking. It’s literary beauty, to think about the idea that they might love each other more than they do anyone in the world- even themselves, that they might spend years trying to suppress the love they feel for each other because it’s almost smothering. They care so loudly, so much, but are afraid of the feelings they hold for each other. That one spent years trying to swallow his love because he knew the man who meant the world to him didn’t feel the same, or that the other tried his hardest to shake off this confusing adoration because he couldn’t possibly like a boy, much less that boy being his best friend. That they cared more for each other, and showed more love toward each other than either one would ever come to know within their grueling lifetime, but still never managed to figure out the mess that was their feelings for each other. That they were never seen one without the other. A packaged deal. One side of the same coin. Soulmates, be it platonic or not. That James was the love Sirius never felt he had to earn and that Sirius was the thing James never, ever felt he had to work for. That they understood each other at a glance. A moments notice filled the silence where words didn’t have to. That it was never a question with the two of them, because the answer was always “yes”. That they were friends- such good friends- that they never got to love one another in the way a boy was meant to love another boy. Friends, even when they wanted to crawl inside each others hearts and claim it a home. Friends, even when their lips mingled head achingly close to one another on those nights where they lost themselves and their sense of right, wrong, bad, and shameful. Friends, even when their eyes met and James potter swore he’d never felt so much before. Friends, when James potter felt like he was meeting his maker every time that man pinned him down, like, you know, mates did. Friends, when the last thought that came through James’ mind when he really did meet his maker was the boy with long dark curls, and how his hand would now never fill the space in Sirius’ ever again. How he would die with his side empty, no one to press against it. Friends, when Sirius let himself rot in a prison longer than any man who had outsmarted the greatest of wizards ever would have, just because he knew no life without James potter.

Moonwater? Not a fan sorry.

[restinslices]

Johnny W/ Scary Dog Privileges

So I've accepted that I do not wanna write a pt2 to Open Arms :D. At least not anytime soon. Rip.

Anywho, a video of Kimiko from The Boys popped up on my youtube and for some reason I wanted to write headcanons about Johnny W/ someone like that. Readers powers are superhuman strength, durability, agility, hearing and healing. The bitch can get blown up and will walk it off.

Johnny with scary dog privileges would really be something because we all know Johnny is a fucking fool when he wants to be

Is very aware that you're an intimidating person to others and milks that shit

And by "milks that shit" I don't mean he tries to do a bunch of crime or anything like that

I mean he'll say something like "hey Kung Lao, let's make a bet. Whoever wins in arm wrestling doesn't have to pay for lunch!"

"You're on!" "But we can choose champions to play for us" "Um, okay? Well I don't need a champion. Send your best warrior!" "Glad you said that!... Y/N-"

A filthy cheater

I do think the healing would freak him out sometimes

Goro rips your arms off and then five seconds later your arms are growing back but they're in this little baby stage

Keep that shit away from him. Do NOT touch him. He might vomit

"Wow, that's a new phobia"

Your neck is broken then seconds later you snap it back in place

"That was unfortunate" "THAT'S what you call what just happened to you?

Gives you a massager because he thinks all those broken bones must be causing you some sort of discomfort or stiffness

You feel completely fine but you appreciate the sentiment

"Come with me to ask Liu Kang (something stupid that he absolutely will not do" "Why do I have to go?" "He might do it if you're there"

I don't think the god will be spooked of the Deadpool/Wolverine variant, but okay Johnny

It's giving "ask my mom if you can stay over! She'll say yes to you!

I don't think he'd treat you as something scary though

It'll be like when people have big ass swole ass dogs and name them Princess

That is a demon. Let's be fr

"Is your face smashed in? Yes. Do you still look stunning? Yes"

"Bet you wish you had their powers Kenshi! Get it? Because then your eyes would've came back!... What do you mean that's insensitive?

"Have you considered becoming a stuntman?"

"So if I were to shoot you out of a canon-" "I'm way too civilized to be having this conversation"

It's the "Someone will die >:(" "Of fun! :D" meme

I just think it'd be really cute because of the fact that Johnny is such a jokester and can't take shit serious

He's such a jester type of character and he has this walking threat behind him

Johnny, my third favorite white man <3

Tumblr, the next time you delete something I'm writing, I'm coming up to HQ and heads will roll

[davepaste]

ordering items from an AliExpress store, almost commit to the awful price, remember I wanted to add a cheap wooden handle, return to checkout, suddenly total is inflated an extra 40%

I'm glad to be saving money by not buying anything at all, but taking away the sale prices because I briefly left checkout is incredibly annoying. And also I don't get the thing I want

[pekoeboo]

just thinking again (based on some of this blog's activity)... I felt it was probably worth saying that if you've followed me for Nicktoons Unite or Danny Phantom content, please don't be expecting any more. I have no plans to ever draw it again and while I've tried to be appreciative of the fact that ppl still seem to like that content, it does make me sad that that's the only thing that still gets the most attention on this blog even tho I want nothing to do with it anymore 😔

obviously I'd love if I was only known for my OC content but I know that's not how the internet works, lol. I'm trying my best but judging by the constant influx of activity just for Nicktoons and DP (and the fact that all of the blogs recommended on this blog are phandom-related and have been for 6 freaking years 😭), it seems like I'll never escape that being the only thing most of tumblr associates this blog with. wahhh

anyway. just letting y'all know that like. if you've been following me for a while with the expectation of someday seeing new art within those fandoms, you might as well look elsewhere because I'll just disappoint you ><;; rip

[multishipper-baby]

Now I'm thinking more about... Ray and how he feels about Owynn's music...

[puppmeo]

Have you ever been assumed to be romantically attracted to someone and even just the thought of that makes you want to throw up . Anybody

[digitaldiseas3]

can't tell if i'm like... starting to dislike these girls because im pmsing and that's pretty typical for me to suddenly not like certain people, or if it's genuinely because they've been giving me weird fucking vibes and did smth i think was shitty :/

[silkentine]

Me when they are the sisters ever: 😭😭😭 They came out soooo freaking well. I won’t lie, they took me a thousand years to finish but through the constant support from all of my buds (and my latent bisexuality), we made it 😤

Hopefully you guys know the deal by now: design choices, easter eggs, and (NEW!) closeup shots below the read more. ⬇️

I wanted Ace to have a very down-to-earth vibe and looked at Aussie beach-girls, coastal cowgirls, and vaqueras for reference. (IDK, I’ve just always envisioned Ace as part-Australian🌺 and Mexican 🏴‍☠️) Her clothing choices are mostly natural or utilitarian materials like the painted wooden beads on her top, her woven fabric and leather belts, and her denim jumpsuit. I gave her bikini top a zen-garden kind of feel because I read the first Ace’s Story Novel and I loved how idyllic and peaceful they made Sixis Island sound so I wanted to invoke that in some way.

Speaking of her painted wooden beads, they hang off the back of her top and represent her connection to Sabo and Luffy. They watch her back once she sets sail. She only wears one red glass bead earring because the other one got ripped out of her ear when a child, leaving her earlobe torn (don’t think about it too much 😢). Also, YES! she does wear a hibiscus flower just like Rouge (because I hate you and I want to make you cry, muhwahahahaha).

Also, I really wanted her to have super textured curly hair that licks behind her like flames. I am always considering whether or not a character should have long hair or not because I don’t want it to be a hindrance if they’re in a fight (or if they ARE a fighter with long hair, how to they avoid an enemy making use of that?). Ace is, of course, a Logia-type Devil Fruit User so I think she wouldn’t have trouble with people grabbing it LOL I get the feeling that she doesn’t take very good care of it even though it looks amazing. Like you’d think it would be soft and bouncy just by looking at it but if you ever get the chance to run your fingers through it, it’s a total rat’s nest and there’s sand and food all up in it. She still falls asleep while eating 😂 but she tries her best to only do it around people she can trust (woman moment 😔).

Honestly, her design is not that different from Ace’s canon look. It feels really vital to Ace’s character to have a lot of skin showing. And he’s always hanging all over himself with his hips all cocked like the weight of the world is too much to stand up straight. It is certainly not my OWN preference to make her an absolute smoke show. That’s just the character, okay? (I’m partially lying and the proof is that I turned the emblem on Ace’s hat strap into a sternum tattoo for no other reason than that it is sexy af.)

Here are some closeups of Ace:

Now for Sabo, I’ve made her very girly. I tried putting her in pants or something more militant but she told me that she’d wear the big poofy sleeves and hiked-up ruffled skirt. I think Sabo has always had a strong grasp on his fashion sense and individual flair and I truly believe that his personal style is one of the major influences for the rest of the Revolutionary Army resulting in the very flashy, queer, steampunk aesthetic (aside from Dragon’s plain-ass cloak). So of course I had to implement her nonconformist look when reimagining her as a woman and dress her up to the nines.

I’ve given her very ornate jewelry that is there to tell a story, even if she herself doesn’t know it. I like to think she picks up stuff from her travels that resonate with her, such as a damaged set of earrings with one stone missing or red cup-shaped shells featuring three nestled pearls. Another accessory that cannot go unmentioned is her dragon claw hat pin that keeps her top hat resting on top of her hair (and is definitely used as a weapon when the situation simply doesn’t call for trusty metal pipe). She also has a veil that obscures her prominent facial scar. I imagine she’s not very keen on the reminder of the incident from her childhood that took away her memories. I also kept her chipped toothed because 1) it’s fucking adorable and 2) is a visual reminder that she no longer aligns herself with the nobility who would have gotten such a thing fixed. She is so poised in almost every outward facet of her life from her dignified role as the Chief of Staff to the elegant materials in her clothing that it can be easy to forget she was also a rough and tumble forest dweller. Every time Koala remembers this, he lets out the biggest sigh.

Her hair is inspired by Gibson Girls and Elizabeth Swann from the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie. I wanted it to be fussy and tidy but fall apart when she’s in moments of distress. For example, when she remembers her sisters, her hair starts to look like Ace’s flaming mane. I’m so in love with her, I think she looks like an adorable little porcelain doll that would fuck you up. I made an effort to keep her eyes a little bit manic. I get lost in her steely black orbs (and also Ace’s warm brown ones, but we’re talking about Sabo rn).

Here are her close-ups:

Plot notes for this AU:

For this series of character designs, I wanted the expressions and outfits to be aligned with the canon plot but I don’t know if I have the heart to kill fem!Ace in my AU. I’m too attached and ASL has suffered enough!!!!! But Ace’s death is also a major defining moment for Luffy so it feels disingenuous to completely avoid it. Also a huge aspect of Sabo’s character is carrying on Ace’s will and I have so many thoughts about how the Dressrosa Colosseum scene would play out if they were all women. Oh well, I’ll cross that tragic bridge when I get to it. I’m definitely going to draw some Modern AU Girl Piece ASL though. They deserve to hang out with no stakes 😭 They are sisters!!!

Check out the tag “girl piece” on my blog for my other One Piece genderbends! 🥰

[mintmatcha]

Continuation.

Bakugo Katsuki swore that he would die before he let you have Izuku's number.

And yet, somehow, the three of you have ended up together for drinks.

He thinks it's a fair compromise; Izuku can ask his million questions, Bakugo can kill the rumors that the two of you are together, you can-

He's not sure what your goal is, but he can see it shining in your eyes.

Izuku is still in his teaching clothes, a pristine button up rolled up to the elbows and a pressed pair of pants. There's an extra shine and coil to his curly hair, and it smells like sandalwood; he put effort into his appearance and Bakugo knows it isn't for him.

Your words echo in the back of his mind: people always want what they can't have.

"You worked for the commission? As a hero?" Izuku asks you.

You never give direct answers- just these convenient truths delivered with a pretty smile.

"I'm retired."

Lipstick clings to the rim of your drink. It makes your lips looks soft and round, even when you run your tongue across your teeth.

"Retired?" Izuku asks. "Wow, I'm kind of jealous."

"She's my social media manager." Bakugo cuts in. "And a tiktok person."

Not his girlfriend, he wants to add, but he refrains.

"Kacchan says you have a cool quirk." Izuku talks without pause, rambling mostly to himself in that way Katsuku has taught himself to find endearing. His attention never wanes away from you, but you don't blush or squirm. You sit and endure with that damn smile on your face. "What is it called? How does it work? I tried to Google it, but nothing comes up. You are so young to be retired, I just-"

You lean forward and place a hand on Izuku's upper thigh, cutting him off midsentence.

"You have very beautiful eyes," you say, slow, stepping gently over every word. "Wide, wet: like a rabbit's."

Izuku snaps silent. Each one of your nails taps against his thigh, one by one. Bakugo watches how your thumb swipes side to side, how your lips part with your exhale, how your smile creeps up all on its own as you lean even closer-

"You twitch like one too."

"Oh, wow, uh-" Izuku stutters, his whole face flushing a dark pink, so strong it eats his freckles. Finally, someone else understands your goddammit issues. Bakugo swallows down the strange feeling in his chest with the last dregs of his beer.

"I'm going to get a drink, I think." Izuku stands, pulling away from your touch.

"Grab me a beer?" Katsuki shakes his empty can. Izuku nods, then looks at you.

"Soda water with lime."

"No alcohol?"

"I like to keep my wits about me."

The man nods, then practically scurries off to the bar. You huff, content, like a dog that's bought it's master their hunt.

"You scared the fuck outta him."

"He liked it." You pick a piece of lint off of your skirt. "They always do. Watch: he'll come back and sit even closer to me."

Bakugo throws himself back into his seat, arms crossed. "You're so damn cocky."

"Look who's talking, Kacchan." You tilt your head, pouting your lips with fake sincerity. "I can call you that, right? As your girlfriend?"

He sinks even lower in his chair. "You aren't my girlfriend."

"I could be." You mimic him. You lean back and let your knees spread just a bit, just enough that he could see what under if he tried- "The sex would be phenomenal."

That hits him like a shot. It's not that he wants to have sex with you, but he can't deny that the thought crosses his mind every now and again. He thinks about it when he's alone, when the bed feels too big, when he's-

"You don't fucking know that!" He's too angry already, especially compared to your nonplussed response.

"I do.'

"You don't even fucking know me." He points a finger back at you. "And I don't know anything about you."

"It's better if you don't know."

Bakugo sneers. Another nonanswer. He looks back towards Izuku, who's locked in conversation with the bartender. Why would you even bother with him? Someone like you would rip through him like tissue paper. You're right- he is a rabbit, and you're a dog, waiting with your sharp teeth to-

A hand cups his ear. Bakugo watches as you lean in over the table, bringing your lips to his ear.

"I grew up in the commission. One of their little project kids," you whisper. Sometimes, your lips make contact with cartilage and his skin sparks with heat. "I did things for them. Bad things. Illegal things."

"You kill people?" he whispers back.

"You know the answer to that." With every word, you creep closer, until your hands are on his thighs now. "They forced me to retire when Hawks took over. No more need for girls with bloody hands."

It's the truth. Your voice is painfully sincere for once, a strange change from your usual composed self. You're just giving him what he wants, but it's working. It's working. He almost puts his hand around your waist.

If Izuku is a rabbit, he's a fox, and you've lured him out of his fucking burrow. At this point, he'd welcome your teeth in his neck.

"What else should I tell you? My favorite color's red, I love the beach. You're not allowed to pull my hair, I never sleep over after sex," you continue. "I have a scar on my chest. So, you're not surprised when you see it later."

"Stop assuming that I'm going to fuck you."

"Oh, you're going to." You slink back over to your seat. Hands folded over your lap- a snake ready to strike. "I'm going to flirt with Izuku until you break-"

You turn your attention away from him, waving towards the approaching Izuku. "And then you're gonna fuck my brains out, Kacchan."

There's no time to respond before Izuku teeters back, blaming three drinks with a little difficulty. He hands then out, then sits back down-

So close to you that his thigh brushes yours.

"Thank you, little rabbit," you tease, eyes flicking back to Bakugo with a knowing, smug smile.

Fuck, Bakugo thinks. Fuck.

[bunnis-monsters]

Hi there I hope your doing alright and i hope all your haters stub their pinkie toe for the rest of the year!

Can i get a high elf a real sophisticated kinda snobby man being obsessed over his fem human readers soft frame in a sort of primal way?

Sexy time with the fancy man please!

A/N: I really liked this concept, maybe I’ll do a part 2 if peope want it!

It wasn’t often that people like him entered your bakery.

Elves in the area were known for being pretty snobby, refusing food touched by human hands even if they were starving.

So to say that you were surprised when a noble elf walked into your bakery and stood in front of your counter was an understatement.

“H-hello, how can I help you? All of the baked goods here are freshly made with ingredients sourced f-“

He cut you off his a wave of his hand, staring at you for a moment before speaking.

“… I’ll take all of it.”

You were so confused… an elf of his status was biting into one of your pastries, staring at you as he sat at one of the small tables in your bakery. It was an unusual sight… and it was scaring off your regulars.

This happened weekly for a few months. The elf would walk in, but all of your goods, the eat a few before leaving.

It made you a lot of money and helped you gain notoriety within wealthy human circles, but it still unnerved you.

What reason did he have for being there? As a child, you had always been warned to not mingle with elves too much.

They lived much longer lives, so they didn’t see human life as something that should be cherished since humans died within a century of being born.

But… you didn’t think this elf was out to harm you. He payed for your goods like any other customer would and never bothered you besides staring… so what was the harm in letting this continue?

Well you would find out one evening when he arrived later than usual, his eyes scanning your form in an almost hungry way.

You were just about to close up shop, but let him in hoping to sell your remaining pastries. Once he was inside, you switched over the open sign to close.

It seemed to please him that he had some sort of special privilege, allowed to stay when others wouldn’t be able to.

“Good evening, my dear. Usually I would be buying your lovely pastries… but I’m here for… something different today.”

Before you could ask what he wanted, the elf was already walking behind the counter and getting in your personal space. He removed the glove from his hand, gently caressing your chubby cheek.

“I’ve never felt the urge to… touch a human woman before. But… you certainly have brought out a different side of me.”

His touch was gentle, as if he were caressing the face of a goddess he had come to worship. You could feel your cheeks getting warm from the praise, not sued to being ass as something tantalizing and tempting to someone as beautiful as him.

“Y-your words are very kind, sir… b-but my shop is closing soon,” you answered shyly, looking away from his intense gaze.

“Oh, my little cherub… shh, this shop of yours is open just for me, is it not? You could have locked the doors and shooed me away, yet I am here.”

Before you could process it, you were being lifted up onto the counter, your dress slid up by his lithe hands so he could gaze at your plump thighs.

“So soft, gods what a beauty…”

It was kind of cute, the way his elf ears twitched as he looked at your body in awe, as if he had never seen a woman like you before.

His cheeks were red, his eyes hazy as he growled lowly before leaning forward to inhale your scent. His body shook with need, and with a strength you didn’t think the lithe man had, he pinned you down and rutted against you.

You could feel his hard cock pushing into your clothes pussy, as if trying to fuck you through you panties. His need for you was primal, animalistic, he was almost drooling.

Before he could rip off your underwear and take you there, he bit down on his lip, his fingertips nearly bruising your hips as he tried to calm himself.

“My apologies, love… it’s just so hard to… control myself when I’m around you…”

He kissed along your neck, biting down on a sensitive spot, causing you to whine out in surprise.

“Shh, my darling… come. Let us retire to my home. We have… much to discuss.”

Part 2?

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[katiekatdragon27]

Guys you don't understand how much I love these two. (Oh yeah, and Finn's there too)

Glisten: Awww~ Shrimpo, you remembered Shrimpo: B*tch I'm in LOVE with you, of course I REMEMBERED! Glisten: What!? Wait really?? This is very sudden wow! (You said you were straight?) Shrimpo: AAAAAAAAAA

Finn: (yapping) Shrimpo and Glisten: SHUT THE F*CK UP, FINN!! Shrimpo and Glisten: ... Shrimpo and Glisten: (kissing)

The first comic takes place before the two started dating. Shrimpo is really really really bad at expressing emotions other than anger and frustration, so anytime he tries to express anything, he just blurts out his feelings without thinking. Then he gets second-hand embarrassment lol. Glisten was pretty aware that Shrimpo liked him before, but he's pretending to be surprised to make Shrimpo "feel better" (also to mildly embarrass him lol).

Also, I think that Shrimpo and Glisten bonding over hating Finn is very based and true. They need that autistic man to SHUT UP/silly

I think Shrimpo and Finn are very cousin coded. Not close enough to be siblings but definitely got some familial genes going on imo (plz don't shoot me Shrimpbowl shippers🙏🙏🙏) Doesn't stop Shrimpo from being violent towards Finn tho, and Finn does nothing to deter it lol (he finds it funny). Also, Glisten throws no punches bc he doesn't want to get his hands dirty.

Finn: Sooooo?? How was the daaaate~ Finn: No need to be such a clam about it! Shrimpo: I'M SO KILLING YOU!

The second image takes place the day after this post lol. Shrimpo is recovering from a hangover covered in lipstick kisses and super conflicting emotions and Finn is NOT helping.

On the other end, I've been thinking about Shimmer a lot lol. So here is a doodle of her with her "sister aunt" Toodles, and Pebbles.

They all get along super well. In this pic, Toodles is like 12ish and Shimmer is 4 (but her weird biology made her age up to like 7 here). Pebble is pebble, that's all you need to know.

Also, I was in a horror-ish mood earlier so here are some Twisteds <33 (below cut cuz kinda scary):

I love you angst comfort. My sib pointed out while playing one day that Shrimpo looked traumatized as a Twisted, which like, fair, but it make me think.

Glisten: "They say you are not here anymore. But I think you are."

I had this silly idea that Twisted Shrimpo was infected by Dandy personally, and that whole conflict got Shrimpo's lower jaw ripped off. He is very violent and volatile, and very hard to calm down. But, when he runs into a twisting Glisten alone and scared, he comforts him (to the best of his ability).

Since Glisten is still able to be somewhat conscious, he realizes that the Twisteds are actually not completely gone like he originally thought, and it helps him keep his sanity longer, hoping for a way out for everyone.

Willpower is a crazy thing.

On the complete opposite note, I love you horrifying freak of ichor child.

Since Shimmer was made from the ichor itself with no sort of skeleton or solid foundation, her condition is very unstable. And the problem is that her body is affected by her emotions. On a bad day, she can suffer from lots of pain and her body literally melting away. That's when she hides out and waits for her body to stabilize again.

When she completely twists, her body completely falls apart, becoming a puddle of ichor on the ground. If she was an encounterable twisted, she would work like Sprout's puddle root things, but easier to maneuver around and avoid. Also, her antenna glow.

Mini yap session aside, I think I cooked on the art lol.

Anyways, the og images lol:

Have a good one pookies!

[timmydraker]

During a patrol in Gotham one night, Red Robin comes across a strange sight.

A young woman stands over a crumpled body with a sling shot primed and ready, aimed a man with a rather large hand gun. It’s clear she’s protecting the woman who looks like she’s been hit over the head and had her bag nabbed, as it’s ripped and contents are spilled everywhere.

The girl sits shaking, she isn’t scared at all, standing strong with a shard of glass aimed at the man’s crotch.

Tim jumps down and disarms the man smoothly before turning to the young girl, who upon closer inspection seems to be around thirteen years old.

“Are you hurt?”

She shakes her head and stares at him for a moment with awe in his eyes before her eyes widen and she turns to the person behind her, “But she is! That guy was cornering her and I tried to help but he hit her and-“

“Alright, I understand. Would you like to help me get her to the ER a few blocks away?”

The girl nods with a determination Tim remembers seeing in Dick and Jason in their Robin days and he smiles.

He doesn’t ask her what her name is because side he knows he’ll follow up and find something to feel guilty about, but the girl seems to have her own plans.

She shows up a couple of days later, standing on a tall building with a cheap Robin outfit on.

Tim is confused before he drops down and she gives a big grin and mock salute, “How can I help?”

Tim smiled a little before shaking his head, “Taking the title of Robin, are you?”

She nods, now more bashful, “Well, I want to help people. I don’t want to fight exactly, but… well, sometimes you bats are too busy with the villains to notice the little guy and- bro to say you’re a bad hero-“

“You’re right, it’s okay. We can only do so much and sometimes preventing more damage being done saves more lives, but there will always be a cost.”

She smiles, bright orange, and impressively curly, hair getting in her eyes and sticking to the poor quality glue of her fake domino.

“I want to help. I… can help, please.”

Tim answers after a solid minute of silence, “What is your name?”

She frowns, “Aren’t I supposed to have a secret identity?”

He smiles in answer, “Yes, but I know what you look like and I can find out, I’m asking out of politeness.”

The girl looks like she could pout and Tim feels strangely old at the sight, even if he’s still got a few months before he can even legally drink.

“Carrie. Caroline to be specific.”

Tim smiles, “Well, Carrie, here’s the deal. I will meet you here or somewhere like here every night and until, and only until, you can land a hit on me will I agree to let you help.”

While Carrie doesn’t look pleased she nods, a clear sense of hope in her eyes even as she looks nervous.

She looses the first fight, and the second and third and fourth, but she gets better and better.

Tim doesn’t tell anyone about Carrie Kelly, nor does he tell her that he does end up doing a back ground check and finds two dead beat parents more focused on weed than their incredibly skilled daughter.

When she proves to be relentless in her desire to save lives he sends her to a teacher to help her stay hidden and safe. He’s not like Bruce, he doesn’t send her overseas to some dangerous people, but close by and to someone he trust to not hurt her nor tell anyone else about the strange young girl whose managed to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Selina Kyle is more than happy to take in the girl when she watches her sling shot fire crackers at muggers.

When Carrie comes back and meets Tim on a rooftop, she not only manages to hit him but knocks him off his feet.

Tim grins at her, pride filling his mind and making him understand Bruce just a little more.

But unlike Bruce, he isn’t throwing her into the fight at all.

Tim Drake is the one who pays for her school pills while her yippie parents refuse to work or spend money on her, and sends her real time footage of medical lectures in various collages across the country.

Carrie doesn’t become Robin, nor did she even wear that suit after the second night and he gave her a basic training outfit that properly covered her eyes and hair, but she does become something else.

She becomes Cardinal, the vigilante that swoops in to save civilians and provide the medical care that saves hundreds of people and allows the ambulances and hospitals to have a chance.

When she makes her debut the other bats worry about a new kid making bad choices, probably inspired by them, but Tim ignores it if only because he’s actually proud of her and trust her in a way he hasn’t trusted teammates in years.

After a year of this, a young girl asks for a meeting with Mister Tim Drake at his company and, purely so he wouldn’t have to do more pointless numbers, he lets her in after she passes the security check.

The girl who comes into his office is barely ten, cute little clips in her dark bob hair and a big book bag almost half her size behind her.

Tim recognised her instantly once he sees the bright yellow shoes she’s wearing.

This little girl, name Mia Mizoguchi, has been stalking him and Carrie for a few months now.

After he enrolled Carrie at Gotham Academy, the young girl nicknamed ‘Maps’ had been asking Carrie a lot of questions. Carrie had been good at avoiding incriminating answers, but had fallen for the younger girls clever trap as she casually spoke out infomation that could help with cases and Carrie delivered it back to Tim.

As soon as he realised that Maps had done exactly what he had done and figured out who Carrie was he was impressed. Because even if Carrie was new to the game, she had a skill for tricking people into looking away from her and had done well to stay low.

Maps had made the connection back to Tim, apparently.

Luckily, unlike Bruce, he wasn’t ignorant to their little stalker and actually knew her family from a few galas and charities. To be fair, Tim also wasn’t clouded by grief, but as he lets the girl explain how she totally doesn’t know who Red Robin is but if she did know who he was she would want him to know that a new drug trade route was actually being covered by a cotton candy company and she has over sixty pages worth of proof.

When he shows up to The Nest (named by Carrie) with Maps behind him, he finds Cardinal waiting with an excited gleam in her eyes.

Due to her being so young, Tim doesn’t allow Maps to go into the field until she’s the same age as both he and Carrie were, but she’s quick to show her worth taking over coms and doing an insanely detailed level of detective work that Tim can’t help but be a little jealous of.

Just like Carrie, who has been trying with Selina about only becoming Catgirl if Catwoman stops being a criminal for a few weeks now, he sends her to someone else for mentor ship.

Maps is a sweet girl, but she loves to talk and has a lot of friends who have most of the same interest, so he sends her to the one bat member he trust most.

Cassandra Cain immediately tells Tim that he has to adopt both of them and can’t quite understand why them both having living parents matters.

It’s Cass who gives Maps her vigilante name, Sparrow.

[lokisgoodgirl]

Clean [Loki x Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: After a difficult mission, your ex Loki has a revelation. (w/c 1.6k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Mild angst. Pining. Feelings. Smuttish. Loki x Fem Reader. A/N: I'm planning some filthy stuff soon - but for now, we're still in angsty romance era. 😇

Loki sat hunched with his back against the bathroom wall, head in his hands. Blood was smeared over the white shirt: his own and not his own. It was ripped in several places, sleeves folded up to the elbows.

“It wasn’t locked,” you said stiffly, fingers tightening around the knob. “Would it have mattered? I expect you’re quite desperate to see me like this.” He tilted his head, voice sharp, eyes tired. “Don’t you wish to capture the scene on your device? Surely Rogers would relish a commemoration of my ineptitude.”

Loki had made a scene as the team exited the Quinjet, throwing his ruined suit jacket off the roof of Stark Tower and kicking a fire bucket for good measure. His voice was choked with anger.

“Let me be,” he’d roared after Steve shouted something about medical in his direction. The Captain had turned to the rest of you with a defeated shrug, but your eyes hadn't left Loki's back as he waged a path though the doors and they slammed behind him in a flash of green.

Loki had taken the worst of the heat from the Hydra agents working undercover in downtown Chicago. He’d been cornered by three of them, and soon a capture order had turned into a triple kill—but not before taking some punishment for his efforts.

‘I tried to subdue them humanely,’ Loki had muttered afterwards, inspecting a deep gash on his forehead in the Quinjet’s sheen. ‘They wouldn’t listen to reason.’ ‘How hard did you try?’ Steve had sniped. ‘We’re in a pickle now, thanks Laufeyson. A real pickle indeed. Typical.’ To that, Loki had said nothing. He’d refused all clean-up on the way home, sitting in a fury-riddled silence that tainted the re-circulated air.

You took a step over the bathroom’s boundary, and then shrank back.

Relations between you had been frosty since you’d gone your separate ways: to this day you weren’t quite sure what had happened. One day, everything was perfect. The next—it was over. You’d chalked it up to the god settling in to life on Earth; him realising you weren’t the only person on the planet who thought the sun shone from his perfectly formed arse…but that had never felt right. Despite snooping, you’d never got a whiff of him shagging anyone else. Based on your experience with Loki, that was especially odd.

You took a deep breath, crossing the floor and extending a hand. To your surprise, he took it and heaved himself up. Fuck, you’d forgotten how heavy he was; how his forearms bulged when they flexed, how his body felt pressing down on yours as he railed you gently on the bed you’d shared.

Ok, maybe not that last one. You cleared your throat, pulling your hand back. Loki sighed, eyes cast to the floor.

“I’m filthy,” he said with an air of disgust, reflexively running a hand across his waist. Pain rippled across his features.

“You’re hurt, you need to go to—” “I’m quite well.” “Loki,” you warned. His lashes fluttered up, nailing his gaze to yours. An eyebrow cocked. Feeling your cheeks heat, you turned and switched on the shower. “Steve shouldn’t have spoken to you like that earlier,” you said, trying to keep the flurry of nerves from your voice. “You did what you had to do—they’d have killed you.” “Please,” Loki snorted. “They would not have killed me. I’m offended that you would even imply it.” You glanced over your shoulder. Even in his dishevelled state, he was giving every inch the haughty, regal snob that you’d fallen desperately in love with. And that was the problem, wasn't it? It was the only version of him you'd ever been granted.

“Then why are you in such a state?” Loki’s brow furrowed. “A what?” “Why are you upset?” “I’m not upset.” “You were literally sitting on the floor with your head in your hands.” “It’s an Asgardian victory custom.” “Loki…”

His jaw clenched as you leant against the sink and his keen eyes darted over your face. “I…tried not to kill them,” he said through gritted teeth. It was the same voice he’d used when the two of you had ‘the conversation’—you hadn’t heard it since. An icy finger trailed down your spine at the bitterness in his voice as he said, “I failed.”

Understanding blossomed through your mind. You remembered a cold winter’s night, Loki curled naked against your back, confessing his deepest secret while he thought you’d slept. I’m afraid I’ll never be good, he’d whispered in the dark; that I’ll always be stained with the curse of my past.

You realised the mask of stoicism had slipped from your face at the exact moment Loki’s expression shifted. His gaze broke, returning to the floor. “You should leave,” he said. “You’re not safe with me.” The echo of the last time you’d been alone together—the same words. Does he remember?

Pushing off the sink, you shuffled towards him, cupping his forearm. The grit of dried blood rubbed beneath your fingertips as you squeezed. “You can’t think that. It’s been years…”

Suddenly Loki’s hands ran up your cheeks, thumbs pressing into your jaw as your back met the wall. He’d pinned you under the shower, speckles of water hitting off his shoulder and splattering your skin. His eyes searched yours: all fire, and destiny.

“I’ll never be free,” he said. His gaze dropped to your lips and back to your eyes. “I’ll never be clean.”

You caressed the well-trodden path his buttons made up the front of his shirt. Still beautifully tailored despite the dirt, and sweat, and blood. “Not with that attitude,” you said, and his brows peaked. “Everyone knows your history, Loki. We need you here. We want you here.” “And you?”

The shower seemed very loud all of a sudden. Especially me. “You really have to ask?” You brushed the sides of his shirt apart and Loki swallowed, his eyes closing a heartbeat too long as your fingers lingered on the bruise forming over the flat of his abdomen. “Loki…” you chided, tracing the blossom of indigo across his alabaster skin. “Steve was right, you should be in medical.” He snorted, hands falling by his sides. “If you’d come five minutes later, it would have been gone.” Fat droplets of water roll over the tips of his cheekbones, streaks of pale skin beneath the dust and dirt of the mission. You’ve never seen him like this. He never let you see anything other than the perfect prince; the unshakeable god. “Doesn’t it hurt?” You circled higher on his chest, appreciating the taut skin firm beneath your own. You'd swear you could see the thrum of his heartbeat.

“Always,” he said sadly, and something in his voice told you he wasn’t talking about the injuries. God, I miss this. I miss him. Now, finally, you could admit it to yourself. The weight of the confession slid from your body, circling the drain as Loki shivered, and the dark pools of his pupils spread wider.

Cautiously, your hands ran up his chest, over his shoulders, peeling the soaking shirt from his back and down his arms. It fell with a slop to the shower floor.

“What are you doing?” he asked with a faint narrow of his eyes. You licked your lips, unsure of what how to answer. What are you doing? But it was now or never. This kind of vulnerability was a particularly rare ship to dock in Loki’s harbour.

Running your palms up his neck, he groaned softly as they slid up the sharp prow of his jawline, up the bladed cheekbones and into the slick of his sodden hair. He closed his eyes, a low sigh rattling his chest. For a moment, there was only the patter of water against porcelain.

“Showing you how to be clean again,” you whispered before your lips fastened to his. Loki’s eyes shot open, one hand slamming to the tiles behind your shoulder to steady himself as you pulled away. Your heart thumped between your ribs.

Oh god, he doesn’t want it. You’ve fucked it up. Memories of the longing glances you’d seen painted on his face across the room, the brush of his touch on your arm which lasted a second too long, the anger simmering beneath his skin when he thought you’d moved on. It had all been in your head. The thought was almost too much to bear.

“Why did you stop?”

Breath caught in your throat as his words soaked through the rising steam; low and smooth. The response fell from your mouth in breathless stages, hyper-focused on the shirt plastered to his skin. “I didn’t think you wanted it, I’m sorry I—” A soft, disbelieving chuckle rumbled in his throat before he said, “How could I not want you?” Your eyes rose.

The god was fully soaked now; hair plastered to his neck like ink, shirt and trousers moulded to the sinews and meat of his body like a second skin. The last traces of dirt from his skin were gone, and the water around your feet ran clear. You pulled the back of his neck towards you.

Loki’s kiss was an eruption of desire, of pain, of need; his palm slipping on the tile behind your head before switching to your waist. It worked over your hip, your breasts, your ass, never staying in one place, never lingering too long. “Gods, I missed you, I've missed you,” he murmured wet against your cheek. You crossed your arms over your chest, pulling the sodden top over your head. “So soon?” A soft smile curled at his mouth. “We’ve wasted enough time, haven’t we?”

In answer, Loki ran a finger from the hollow of your neck between your breasts. A chill skated across your skin as your trousers dissolved— his too. He pressed his body to yours, warm against the sharp sting of the tiles. Water pooled in the crevice where your skin met, Loki’s kisses sliding over your lips—one slipping into the next—pants of devotion wisping down your throat. He lifted your thigh, manoeuvring himself inside with one, liquid movement. You clasped to his shoulders, nails digging in to his flesh like he might vanish. All you could feel was his body, his presence, his faint moan of relief in your ear.

“No more living in the past,” you panted. “Loki, promise me.” He tilted his cheek into your wrist, water droplets falling from the ends of his hair to the curve of your breasts below. “A fresh start,” he said quietly, kissing the delicate skin. You groaned as he thrusted gently inside you. “Clean,” he panted, “New.” “Together,” you said. “Together,” Loki replied.

And then, among plumes of steam and the slide of bodies and wordless promises, there was no more talking.

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Trying to Ignore a Yandere Demon Who Wants to Claim You

[Yandere! Demon x GN! Anxious Reader]

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"Whatever you do, do not-- I repeat: DO NOT acknowledge the demon in any manner. If you do, then he can latch onto you and take you."

The words of the psychic you'd contacted for help kept filtering through your head as you stared blankly forward, forcing your eyes to laser focus in on the bright colors of the TV. The volume was on full blast as you attempted to drown out the sounds of him.

"Darling," that eerie, deep voice echoed out. Its user was so close that could feel its hot breath wafting over your cheek, but you refused to give the slightest indication that you'd heard it.

"If a love demon decides that it wants you, then it'll follow you around nonstop like a lovesick puppy. It'll do anything to get you to notice it..."

The demon playfully ran one of his fingers through your hair, his skin hot to the touch. He completely dwarfed you, looking like he outweighed you by fifty pounds of pure muscle and was taller by at least two feet. His demonic proportions made him look hulking and menacing, yet whenever he looked at you, his mouth pulled into a large smile.... full of razor sharp teeth.

"Will you look at me, Darling?" he asked, sticking out his lower lip mockingly. "I love you. I only want to talk to my darling."

"Don't look at it. Don't listen to it. Don't react to its movements. The slightest indication that you're aware of its presence is a sign the demon takes that you've agreed to be theirs..."

The demon huffed, irritated. He stomped his way in front of the TV and glared at you with his glowing eyes. "I know you see me," he accused.

You refused to stop glancing forward, pretending that you could still see whatever show you were trying to watch.

The demon tore his shirt away from his body, showing off his impressive chest muscles. He held his arms out, as if to show off to you. "Check it out, Darling," he announced, "I'm bigger than most of the other love demons. So I can protect you and take very good care of you."

He slowly approached the couch.

"Because a love demon makes its presence known to only one person: their darling."

"I love you so much, Darling," the demon cooed, placing both of his hands on either side of your face.

You winced internally and tried your best to look deadpan, avoiding the demon's glare with all of your might.

You refused to break, because if you did, then you'd belong to a demon for all eternity.

But damn it, he was persistent.

Ever since he'd made his presence known to you last week, the demon followed you around everywhere you went, trying to get you to acknowledge him:

He'd cause a ruckus in class, throwing textbooks and chairs around, leading to the other students thinking that you were out of your mind and throwing them yourself.

He'd follow you into the shower and jerk off as you bathed, talking about how he couldn't wait to touch you himself.

He'd sing soft lullabies to you as you tried to sleep. And he would frequently get under the covers with you too, snuggling you from behind.

He'd follow you whenever you went grocery shopping, threatening to push one of the elderly shoppers in front of one of the moving vehicles in the parking lot. But you couldn't warn the other person unless you wanted to be taken by a demon. RIP.

He'd even gone so far as to set your dinner on the stove on fire, and you had to mutter loudly that you'd foolishly forgotten to turn the gas off.

He was growing impatient.

"Darling," the demon growled, baring his large teeth at you, "all you have to do is notice me, and I promise that you'll be all mine. All mine, and no one else's. Doesn't my sweet baby want that?"

He bit down on his lower lip for a second before perking up.

Before you could guess what was going on in his mischievous head, the demon pressed his warm lips against yours. They were soft to the touch and warm thanks to his high body heat.

It felt good at first, until he playfully bit down on your lower lip--

With a loud gasp, you jerked back and made eye contact with the demon out of shock. Oh shit...

"Finally!" the love demon laughed as your heart fell to the floor.

He lunged forward and wrapped both of his arms around you, yanking you deep into his embrace as if he were a cage. The temperature seemed to rise rapidly in the tiny living room as the demon began to transport you to wherever he dwelled, and to wherever you knew he'd never let you leave.

"W-wait!" you tried to beg.

"It's too late for that, Darling," the love demon laughed. "You're mine and I'm going to enjoy my prize all night long. I love you, Darling, thank you so much for accepting me."

"If you acknowledge the love demon, they'll take you away to be theirs forever, with no hope of ever escaping them or their crazed love..."