#ever since they've started doing things of this sort

[inejinn]

Shades and colours

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II) zoey centric, in which she wonders about hair colours while braiding rumi's and mira's hair

(takes place during the movie, a few days after the saja boys appeared!)

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"Okay, hear me out. Mira's hair is pink. Rumi's is purple. The saja boys' are the color of the transgender and asexual flag. It's pride month. Does that-", such is the start of the, low-key conspiracy, tweet that sends Zoey down the rabbit hole.

Ever since she was a child, she's always been left in awe at seeing people with blue hair, with green hair, or split hair, or whatever cool design there can be.

But recently, she's been getting fascinated with people with colorful hair again, whether they had to dye their hair to get crazy cool design or not. It's not too common, but it's a fact: some people are born with blue hair. Or green. Or-

And while there's many more logical explanations to that, that being the tweet, like the hair colour gene of the saja boys being affected by their demon gene ( or something like that? she doesn't have a degree in demon biology), or just being some sort of shapeshifting spell..

For Mira, the logical explanation could be that she just dies her hair pink. But, well, her eyebrows are pink as well. Same with Rumi.

Uncommon hair colours are, well. Uncommon, but they exist: there might be a good 25% of the population who has hair of colours such as green, blue, red, or whatever else shade naturally.

Which is absolutely awesome? Hello? Her friends too, she's pretty sure, because never once has their roots been anything other than pink or purple. Or, maybe they touch them up literally every time they start showing but, come on. They'd have no reason to hide that from her unless it was some sort of a veryyy long term prank.

And she's been wondering: is it the hoonmoon and coming into contact with it that caused that for them? Caused wild, pretty shades to tint their hair, like reaching into the hoonmoon let them create their own magical weapons?

She thinks it could be, but none of its previous protectors had colored hair so..

So maybe not, maybe she's reaching, but it'd be so cool if that was the case. Because.

She has no clue whether her friend's hair are this way because of fate or because of their own doing . But the one thing she knows is that, that is absolutely unfair?? Like, come on! She has a very much common hair colour. She didn't get to have a fun one either at birth or afterwards. And, the cherry on top, is that she got the hair colour that's the hardest one to dye.

By that, she means that she'd have to bleach her hair, and absolutely damage it, unless she can settle with, maybe, simple black hair that'd sometimes glows red-dye in the light or something. Life's unfair.

It's not that she's frustrated or jealous, but she'll admit it, she is indeed kind of envious of her two best-friends, her besties that don't seem to realize how awesome their hair is, how pretty and ethereal it looks.

Wich might be why she kind of harass them with that fact. Wich, really, absolutely is why she bully them about their hair.

She figures, if they're not going to outright tell her if their shade is natural or not, she might as well have some fun while trying to figure it out.

She had tried finding childhood pictures of younger versions of her friends.

Usually, Zoey's good at that, at scrolling through medias and content to stalk someone's life. She loves being noisy, to look everywhere on the internet digging up informations, and that's an activity that's only made easier by their countless fanpages.

Except those fanpages only uses candids from any of their countless concerts (candid shots they somehow always manage to look absolutely flawless in, zoey's owns being a whole other question), pictures they've posted themselves on their socials, or official shoots. Her researches don't offer her much more. Mira's baby pictures seems to be as well hidden as the One piece, and Rumi's younger pictures as a whole seems to be an ancient legend you could doubt even existed.

But Zoey's everything but not persistent. She had thought she should outright ask them for baby pictures, for child-pictures, then. And so she had ! Asked, shared hers, shared some pictures of herself when she was still in highschool, aswell.

They had withdrawn. Mira's had lowered her head to conveniently clean her glasses, while Rumi had sooo awkwardly tried to avoid her gaze. So awkwardly Mira had raised up her head and changed the subject (, very much less subtly than Rumi was trying to be). So.

She hadn't insisted.

They're very close to each other, and they share a lot of moments, and they've been living in the same home for 2years now, but her girls keep their past close to their chests. And that isn't something she necessarily mind! There's things she doesn't tell them about what her life used to be like, as well.

But it's true she's more at ease expressing herself than they are, a little too much sometimes.

And yes, she wishes they wouldn't close off so suddenly; so drastically.

But, well.

She doesn't want them to feel uncomfy with her.

Wich is why instead of prodding at their past, she's currently proding at Rumi's hair. At a specific strand, specifically, one that's refusing to stick with the others.

Playing with her friend's hair is a way more effective way of investigating, the girl definitely more relaxed that way. She's actually kind of melting into the cushion, wich is both very endearing and also hilarious.

Zoey's not really doing this just to try and check for different colored roots or strands anymore. She's honestly doing it for the sheer joy doing so makes her feel. And also because seeing Rumi with her hair down is always an occasion to jump on.

Listen, she gets the appeal of having a signature hairstyle: she does have one, and Rumi's pretty characteristic, and it fits her well, but.

It's such a shamee, because if Rumi's braid fits her and accentuate the sharp features of her face, she looks like a downright goddess with her hair down. The way hair frames her face. Woah, to put it simply.

She doesn't even needs to make up an intricate or original design, really, so she's just making tiny braids there and there. It kind of looks like lavender, except the shade of rumi's hair is warmer than that. But, yes, that might still be a gooddesign idea anyway.

"Oh my god, that is genius, how did I never get this idea", she hears from the other side of the bed and under her, Rumi makes an enquiring grunt, or an agreeing one.. Wait. Pause. Uhhhhh? Did Mira just read her fucking mind?

"I've been saying, drag queens are genius walking among us mere humans."

Oh. Okay, yeah, Mira's answer explain everything. Drag show they've been watching. She's no mind-reader.

"What's the genius thing?", she asks, still focusing. Her fingers continue twisting hair strands around. She sticks her tongue out a little. If she wants to makes it seems like a sprig of lavender, she needs to focus so as to twist it just like that-..

"She did a sexy megamind costume and she made the ball cap work", Mira explains.

Which, yes, explains the amazement.

"Please don't get any ideas from her.", Rumi says, and she snorts.

"I'm sure you could rock a ball cap tho", she chimes in. Mira definitely would, at least. She rocked a sleeping bag and could probably rock a trash bag if she wanted to.

"Eh.. I'm not sure the fans would like it"

"They so would not.", Mira intervenes, solemny nodding, wich Zoey sees only from the corner of her vision, because she'd rather not mess up her idea, or, worse: mess up rumi's hair.

"I'm sure you could make it work! Somehow."

"I mean.. If you really want that, we could try incorporating bald caps into a choregraphy? Really not sure how tho.", Mira answers her. Still from the corner of her eyes, she sees her repositionning herself , half turning toward her and Rumi.

"Maybe making it into an epic hairstyle reveal? Like, ball cap for a quarter of the song then BOOM, epic braid.. or something.", Rumi starts brainstorming, and, oops.

She was kidding, but those two are really the greatest, seeing as they don't sound too dubious about her silly idea. (Or they're simply as crazy as her. That theory is as plausible, if not more likely, and this is probably why she likes them so much: they're never scared or following her in her crazy ideas, in her very much spontaneous and sometimes stupid decisions)

"Nooo, I was joking, don't hide your pretty hairfull heads"

"Hah, okay, phew. Because I was gonna say, we have no songs that would fit this, sooo", Mira says.

"Songs that'd fit what?", Rumi asks.

"Like, you know, hiding shit until the final dramatic reveal", Mira says. Zoey focusing back on her tiny braid. She's almost done, she can't mess up in the final moments, can she? She's almost to the point of just having to tie her masterpiece it with a small hair-tie.

"Yeah. Right.", Rumi says.

There's a blank, suddenly, a silence that's almost absolute except for the sounds from the show.

The previous pressure seems to be back, somehow, like Rumi is starting to stress again from nothing. Everything has been so tense, in between the release of golden, and those pricks of saja boys, and their songs fighting in the charts, and- Everything has been lowkey awful, even between them. She doesn't know why, but Rumi has been stand-offish, and it's affected Mira aswell, and her, too.

And, since they don't usually share those things, Zoey has been hesitating to speak up about it. Wich is why their hanging out session turning into an impromptu sleepover had been so much more nice than usual. A break from the tense (and too hushed) space settling between them.

"Right." Mira turns back towards the screen.

The silence keeps going, for a good minute. It's a different one than the one that sometimes come during their conversations and, yeah, no. Zoey's not a fan of confrontation, but she doesn't like letting things being tense, either. She doesnt think the girls are going to acknowledge the heart of the problem. And she doesn't know how to, but what she can do is..

She straightens up, and- "Tadaaaa! I'm done!"

"Oh?" Rumi slowly straighten up as well, stretching then twisting to see the braid. If she hadn't been wearing sweatpants and a long hoodie, Zoey would have most likely been able to see her stomach, seeing as Rumi is very flexible and currently very much extending herself to try and get a glimpse of what she's just done. "That's not a regular braid", she says, so carefully feeling it Zoey kinda want to guh about the gentleness of the action.

"Nope, I wanted to try something new"

"Zoey, that's gorgeous as fuck. You got the idea yourself?", Mira asks, and she can see that she's turned back around toward them.

"Yeah! I was trying to make it looks like lavender, or something like that", she grins.

"Can't believe you, you stole the idea from pinterest, not taking any other explanations", Mira jests.

"Excuuuse me, I'll let you know , I'm the aesthetic pinterest inspiration person", she jest back, smile clearly present on her face.

"You two are making me wants to get a mirror to see but I'm way too comfortable there to do it, stop ittt", Rumi says, still trying to break her spine to see the braid, which she.. cannot possibly do. Unless she were to break her spine.

She snorts. Rumi hears. "You had to do it right in the middle of my hair where I can't see", she says so grumpily that Mira immediately joins her in the laughing.

"Cruel, you two are cruel. I'm going to miss the next reveal and you're laughing.", she says, which is the absolute truth, which is reality as it stands.

"Yeah. We're evil and cruel.", Zoey answers while organising her hair stuff or rather putting every one of her hair ties together in a single box despite their various colour), attempting to stay serious, because that always is the best way to get Rumi to keep being dramatic, which is very much peak entertainment.

It works. "Nooooo, why would you do this to meee, I'll never get to see my glorious Youngrong Kim's design??", Rumi dramatically weeps, hand on her chest and the other down the side of the bed, like she's a drama heroine dying.

"oh my god you are such a drama queen ", Mira snorts. "It's not that hard, you can just go"

"You're next by the way", Zoey decides to announce right this moment.

The way Mira's face loses her smirk so drastically at this is absolutely hilarious. Drama queen, yeah, indeed.

"Nevermind, Rumi, don't you dare leave, she won't let me speak to her while she's focused, I won't be able to ramble"

"I thought it wasn't "that hard"?"

"I never said that. I definitely never said that. Rumi, have mercy on me"

Zoey snorts the antics of her friends. Boy is she glad to hear them back to their usual self. She'll deal with Mira's yapping if it means no more of the chilling silence, the loneliness, gladly. She knows very well it's in their nature not to speak about what bother them, but, really, it bothers her that they won't talk to her about it, and really, she'd rather be distracted than have to be sad about it.

"You know you can take a picture of the back of your head with your phone right?" , Mira's been adding, trying to convince Rumi to stay in Zoey's room (despite the fact Rumi is making no move to actually leave, apparently fine with sticking on the bed next to Zoey).

"Hmm, I don't knoww. . .", Rumi says.

"Rumi. Rumiiii- Don't leave me alone with her, she's going to spend hours brushing my hair"

Zoey snorts, again, dragging Mira to the middle of the bed, even if that means she can't really see much of the screen anymore with the tall girl in front of her .

Long, pink, soft hair, here she comes.

" I missed it, did Gvan reveal her outfit already?", she asks, gently dragging her fingers through Mira's hair, exactly like she had done with Rumi's earlier.

"Oh my god, you missed it? " Comes Rumi's answer, said girl taking her phone out and shifting even closer to them. "You've got to see, it wasn't the most original but, still, wow. Glorious."

And there they go, yapping away about the show and design decisions. It's fun. It's nice. It's the warmth Zoey feels when thinking about their relationship coming back again, this time metaphorically and quite literally, with the blankets of her bed and the shared warmth of Rumi's and her tights next to eachother, of Mira's shoulder she's leaned over to see Rumi's phone.

It's what makes her totally forget about her previous hair colour brainstorming, her questioning over the reasons why they hide things that seems so simple, temporaryly.

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It's moments like this that she prefers over the sheer rush she feels when on stage.

I have this fun little head-canon that "unnatural" hair colour is actually natural, if not common in kpdh's universe, (because, for rumi, for example: I think it doesn't make much sense that she'd feel comfortable with her hair being purple and very obvious if that was something she inherited from her father's side, from being a demon, given how she's always been hiding her patterns. I think Celine would have made her that hide aswell if it had been a telltale sign of her being inhuman ?) so here's a fanfic that stemmed from this idea!

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continuation of Marks you shouldn't have to hide

[yeonban]

I was thinking there aren't enough memes catered to third parties on this site (ex. two muses talking about a third) which imo make rp flow so much smoother sometimes bc it feels more realistic for interactions to not start & end at only the two people directly involved, but then I realized... blud, you have a meme sideblog. You can literally make your own dreams come true

[ozzgin]

Just read your arranged marriage kidnapped by a most post and the humor in the servants always thinking reader is in peril. The same going for monster hubby (He just thinks they're submissive and breedable)

Like none of them realize they are a moster fucker cause they hide it so well. Like just imagining reader be like "oh be gentle with me I'm a dainty maiden" and then giving him the night of his life is hilarious. Or them having dinner and the servants feel bad for them cause monster hubby is eating human meat but their just thinking about other things he can use his tongue on.

Or maybe someone comes to rescue them from the terrible monster finally. But they don't wanna leave and instead fight the knight off. The knight thinks they've been brainwashed or something. Meanwhile the servants think the knight just wasn't good enough to rescue them.

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, NSFW! [Part 1] | [More Monsters]

The servants are not blind by any means: they can tell, quite plainly, that their monstrous Lord has a soft spot for you. Not only that, but the beast nearly worships you! They've come up with many theories, the latest one involving witchcraft. Surely you must have some sort of magical trickery under your sleeve in order to subdue their Master. There's no other way around it. All previous humans have been devoured, or have died in a pitiful attempt to escape, terrified to the bone upon gazing at his blasphemous Majesty.

You can't blame them. It's probably better for everyone involved if you omit the fact that your source of witchcraft lies in your...genitals. Well, not just that, of course. Your husband had started to lose hope. His appreciation of humans never came to fruition before your arrival. He was expecting you to cower in fear, not throw yourself at him.

He wondered if you wanted something from him in return, but no one could possibly pretend so flawlessly: the way you clung to him unprompted. The way you hungrily took him in, tears welling in your eyes, refusing to let go until you could feel his load avalanching down your throat. The way you'd trap his hips with your legs, despite being weak and feverish, asking that he doesn't stop yet. If that wasn't proof enough, your whines and moans were loud and clear. To think he could have his own little human, one who isn't repulsed by his monstrous form. He would've been content with mere tolerance, yet someone who begged to be fucked by him? He's been delirious ever since.

He loves everything about you, naturally, but he can't deny the shameless addiction he's now developed towards your body. He'd pound you anywhere and anytime if he could. If he needs to leave for official matters, know that the return will burn in the back of his mind.

"An important date, Sir?" one traveling servant will ask, glancing at all the scribbles in the calendar.

"Indeed", he answers solemnly. It's the times when he can finally fuck you dumb.

While the servants worry about their devilish Master being put under leash, for the other fellow humans the opposite seems to be true. You recall your last "rescuing" attempt distinctly. During one of your evening walks, burly, foreign arms swept you off in an instant. Before you knew it, you were holding onto the armored shoulders of an unknown man, as he made his way out of the traditional garden.

"I'll get you out of here", he promised between heaving breaths.

You stared in confusion. What was he saving you from? A good dicking? No matter how much you explained that you do actually like your newly appointed husband, the hero wouldn't budge.

You ended up just walking back home when the man fell asleep.

"That was quite the long walk", your monster partner remarked, polishing his weapons.

"Oh no, I was kidnapped", you state casually. "Got us some fruits on the way back."

Would it have been better to lie about it? On one hand, you do feel terrible for whoever attempted to retrieve you from the claws of the tyrant. Your husband is very possessive, and you know he'll scorch the Earth until that treacherous pest is gutted and fed to the pigs.

On the other hand...he becomes particularly savage after such incidents. You won't be able to sit properly for the next few weeks, but it's worth it.

Tough luck, you tell yourself, lounging in bed with a satisfied smirk and torn apart hole.

[nikibogwater]

Actually while I'm thinking about it, I just wanna say that the more live-action remakes Disney shlups out like shoveled manure, the more amazed I am that Cinderella (2015) exists. It breaks literally every standard of Disney's LA remakes.

It's not a shot-for-shot remake of the original 1950 animated film, though it does include small references and homages to it, but only when such things can be incorporated organically into the story.

The creators understood and respected the cross-cultural significance of the Cinderella story. They didn't want to "fix" it, or add some wacky twist to it, they just wanted to make the best possible version of the Quintessential Cinderella that they could.

Everything that could be done practically was done practically. The carriage was a real, the horses pulling it were real, and all of the other animals (with the exception of the mice and lizards, since their performance was a lot more involved than the others') were real living animals, the lizard footman and goose carriage driver were wearing prosthetics instead of just having their animal features added in post, the Fairy Godmother's dress had little LED lights sewn into it so that it would actually glow for real, the ballroom set was built by hand and included real chandeliers with more than 2000 total candles that were all actually lit for the scene, and I could go on but you get the point.

There's a ton of attention paid to little details that make the world feel real and lived in. Ella's shoes are always a little scuffed and dirty. Her farm dress is faded and wrinkled. When she breaks down and runs away to the woods, she rides her horse bareback (which, once again, was a thing Lily James actually did, no stunt-double or editing in post), because not only is that something a country girl like her would know how to do, but it also makes sense that with as upset as she is, she wouldn't want to waste time with saddling the horse. When she's dancing with the prince, it's visually obvious that he is leading her and giving her cues because of course Ella wouldn't know the latest ballroom dances, and would need him to guide her through it.

Hey speaking of dancing, y'know what else this movie does that no other LA remake has been allowed to do (at least not to this extent)? ROMANCE. Land sakes alive, this is one of the most unabashedly and yet still tastefully romantic movies I've ever seen. Ella and Kit are just oozing romantic chemistry from the moment they lock eyes for the first time. It all comes down to the fact that these two characters both have the same core values of courage and kindness, which makes their admiration for each other feel grounded and believable. Richard Madden also really sells Kit's feelings for Ella with the way his eyes go all big and soft whenever he looks at her. And don't even get me started on Lily's performance as Ella. Her quiet awe that someone as powerful as the prince loves her. The timidity and fear that she's not really worthy of that. The selfless determination to protect him from her family's cruelty, even if it means she'll never see him again, I'm just-- *banging my fist against the table and screaming into a pillow*

Absolutely god-tier costume design. No notes, I think Sandy Powell's work speaks for itself. Btw, in case you were somehow still wondering, yes, Ella's ballgown is fully practical--those layers upon layers of dreamy silk skirts are real. CG was only used to brighten up the blue color to make her stand out from the crowd more.

Wicked stepmother was allowed to actually be wicked. The movie never tries to make you sympathize with Lady Tremaine, or shift the blame off to someone else. And her villainy is given an extra layer of depth with the reveal that she is a dark reflection of Ella. They've both lost people they loved, but where Ella refused to let her grief get in the way of kindness, Lady Tremaine became utterly consumed by it. She views the death of her first husband as a sort of twisted justification for pursuing all her worst impulses. She despises Ella for her ability to flourish even while enduring terrible suffering, for being everything Lady Tremaine was either unable or flat-out refused to be.

Also Cate Blanchet absolutely SLAYS in this role. Hands-down my favorite portrayal of the wicked stepmother character.

Anyways, TLDR: Cinderella (2015) is the only Disney live-action remake that can justify its own existence and that's because it actively defies everything the LA remakes are today.

[yanmuffins]

how are we feeling about a yandere! platonic! batfamily x neglected! vampire! reader with some heavy v*mpire t*e m*squer*de influece in honor of halloween season?? here's my cringefail concept that i might turn into a fic.

tw: neglect mention, non-con biting, non-con turning since reader isn't given a choice in being a vamp.

you're bruce's firstborn child who's lived in the manor for most of your life, with alfred being your primary caretaker and bruce not giving you much thought throughout your childhood - you're not fit to be robin (though he tried), you're not in the streets of gotham in danger or causing trouble - you're a well-behaved child who never gets in the way and never asks for too much. you understand when he breaks promises, when alfred shows up to special events in his stead because he's too busy with work, too busy being batman, too busy caring for troubled children who need his attention more than you do.

even as you see him make time for his other children, for his romantic affairs - even as the relationships you build with your siblings never goes beyond shallow small-talk and awkward silences, you understand. they have their own lives to worry about, their own issues, so many things they can bond over with each other but not with you. you're not a robin, you're not a vigilante, you're not athetically inclined and even as you do your best to be accomodating and warm, you can never get past their walls.

even when damian arrives and gets more familial bonding with bruce than you ever had, you lower your head and you walk away. you take his berating with a condescending smile and a disappointed sigh that makes him so irrationally angry, because he's a troubled child and he doesn't know any better.

you're ordinary, boring in comparison to them. you fade into the background with and without effort. you're just... easy to forget about. you don't require special care, or guidance, you don't go overboard trying to beat the living shit out of criminals like jason, you don't try to sneak out of the manor like damian. you don't disappoint. you don't impress. you're just... there. when bruce checks up on you, there's a signature smile you've perfected over the years you give him, telling him you're perfectly fine.

and you grow up. you grow distant. a bit of resentment, but you keep it locked deep within your heart. you are a student in gotham university, and you get intern for a big-shot from los angeles who just moved to gotham to expand their business. they shower you with praises and attention, taking you all sorts of places, introducing you to all sorts of people. because your father hid you from the public eye for most your life, the fact you're a wayne goes mostly unnoticed.

there's just one strange detail: it's a full-on night-shift. ironic, you concede, that you couldn't escape the nights of gotham by being a civilian. your family notices it, too: you don't dress like you used to, like you prefer to, there's a waver in your usually composed steps, bags under your eyes from the lack of sleep, an apparent mind-fog whenever someone asks you a question, a certain distance in your gaze. you sleep the days away, and the amount of times they've seen you entering and leaving less-than-ideal places (that one nightclub they have noticed suspicious activity on? just what are you doing there?) for a sheltered young adult to be during their patrols is starting to become concerning.

but you swear it's fine. it's all fine. you're fine. stop meddling.

and then there's the night - before any of the batsiblings start to really get a grip on what's going on with you, before bruce can give you a stern lecture on how you're exposing yourself to danger and how he's so disappointed and didn't expect this from you and force you to quit your job and just go back to how you were before - when that eccentric bigshot you're working for brings you to the VIP room at the nightclub, says you have potential, babbles on and on about how far you're gonna go, making you bubble inside with pride and happiness at finally being fawned over for a change.

and then they kill you.

draining you of all your blood, feeding you a bit of theirs before locking you up in a room where you'll be provided with proper refreshments to keep your hunger at bay until you've become a fully-embraced fledgling ready to learn the ins and outs of your new... unlife. you are a wayne, firstborn child of gotham's local billionaire, the camarilla's golden ticket to taking over gotham. they all expect much of you.

meanwhile, the text in alfred's phone says you'll be gone for a while. business trip to paris, your first ever, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity a rich girl with ample privilege and access to private jets couldn't possibly refuse. he doesn't believe it for a second, not even when you call to assure everything is just fine. he knows you're not, everyone knows you're not. there's a tracer in your phone and guess what, you're not in paris.

there is no comeuppance for your sire when the batfamily breaks you out of captivity, as they are long gone by the time the incident is ruled out as a bunch of goons targeting the wayne family for money (nevermind no ransom was ever requested). they'll come back for you, they swear, plans just got... delayed by this preposterous man wearing a bat-suit. until then, do as they taught you, keep yourself fed, don't break the masquerade.

but your newfound freedom lasts exactly a car ride to the wayne manor before you're prohibited from leaving the house for the foreseeable future. when the hunger comes, you can either tell them what happened or let yourself loose with a risk of hurting someone. when the sun shines through the windows and burns your skin, you won't be able to hide it anymore. the choice between your now overbearing family, still unsure how to help you, and the tutelage of your sire, being subjected to all the plans they have for you. the vampires are slowly crawling their way into gotham, and it's only a matter of time before batman becomes a problem.

you remember looking up at the bat signal shining in the dark skies of gotham city and feel a pang of relief in your chest, knowing it had nothing to do with you. now it just makes you feel anxious.

it's ironic, you concede, that you couldn't escape the nights of gotham by being a civilian.

[cubbihue]

Has AJ and Chester ever secretly talked to each other about how off it feels with ‘Timmy’ after he came back? Do they wonder why he is so odd even though he is in general the same?

They can’t question it much, right? Since it IS Timmy. Just not the same Timmy they used to know.

They've had discussions. AJ and Chester has picked up how Timmy's... changed somewhat. He doesn't initiate conversations as often, he doesn't create schemes as he used to, and worst of all- Timmy doesn't laugh at their jokes!!!

But his cheer and optimism has never left, and he's still overeager to do all sorts of things with them!!! AJ and Chester chalks it up to Timmy growing up faster than they are. They did their best to slow him down to their pace though.

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[nobigsecrets]

Bucktommy number 48 for the kisses prompt please!

48. …out of habit.

When they kiss again, it happens out of habit. Muscle memory, if you will.

It's been at least a month since Bobby's funeral, Tommy thinks. It could be four weeks or maybe five, he's not sure. It doesn't matter.

They've been living in some sort of limbo ever since, though. Ever since he took Evan home after that fateful night at the lab. He'd meant to make sure Evan would be safe, if not mentally then at least physically. He'd meant to tuck Evan into bed, maybe wait until he'd fallen asleep and then silently leave. But Evan had grabbed his arm, had all but clung to it, had looked at Tommy with red-rimmed eyes and whispered a broken, barely audible, "Stay. Please."

So Tommy had stayed.

Had lain in bed next to Evan, fully clothed, holding his hand.

Had been so full of his own grief that nothing felt real anymore.

Had stayed more nights at Evan's place then his own.

Had kept his distance as best as he could while still trying to be there for Evan as much as needed.

They haven't talked.

At first, they didn't talk at all, words failing both of them after what had happened. Then the funeral came closer and talking got a little easier. Organizational stuff at first. Reaching out to the other 118ers. Sharing memories and stories of Bobby, too, eventually.

Their first shifts after came and went and neither did Tommy offer to leave nor did Evan ask him to go.

Living together feels more comfortable than it should. Grief is still thick in the air and maybe that is why there's no room for the awkwardness that, realistically, should be expected. The irony isn't lost on Tommy that it was Evan's question to move in together that had broken them up initially.

Technically, they're still broken up yet here they are. Cooking dinner together. Eating together. Doing the dishes together. Spending the evening together on the couch, maybe not sitting as close to each other as they used to, but close enough that Tommy can feel the warmth radiating off of Evan.

Tommy's got a basketball game on on the TV and Evan's got his legs propped up on the coffee table, computer on his lap, researching--Tommy squints--the moon of all things and that's new. That he's taking interest again, that he's sharing random facts with Tommy again. It's still a long way to alright for both of them but Tommy sees the old glint flicker back into Evan's eyes when he starts yapping at him about tidal forces and how they're causing earthquakes on the moon, "they're actually called moonquakes, Tommy, how cool is that?" and Tommy knows they're on the right track.

It's a few minutes later, Tommy has just focused his attention back on the game that Evan scoots closer, holding his computer so that Tommy can look at the screen, too.

"Found some footage of the moon quaking," he says excitedly, leaning in and Tommy suddenly finds himself caught up in Evan's touch, his warmth, his smell in a way he hasn't allowed himself to notice... since. He soaks it all up greedily, all but ignoring the video playing on the computer screen and brings his arm around Evan's shoulder without thinking about it.

Evan immediately tilts even closer towards Tommy, like he's on autopilot, too, and they still fit together so perfectly. The video ends and Evan looks at Tommy expectantly--and then their eyes lock for a second and Tommy can't tell who leans in first but then they're kissing and it feels exciting like their first kiss and familiar like they never stopped doing this at the same time.

Tommy could get lost in the feeling of Evan's soft lips against his own but much too soon it's Evan who pulls back. Their eyes meet again and Tommy can't, for the life of him, decipher Evan's expression. He feels panic claw at his heart and he starts, "I didn't mean to--" without knowing how to finish that sentence.

Evan shoves his computer onto the coffee table without looking, something clatters to the floor but it doesn't matter because then he turns and cups Tommy's face between both his hands and kisses him again.

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss

[manikas-whims]

the fake dating u did was so good, like, ate and left no crumbs?? and i feel like its so spot on?? you did amazing thank you so much for ur writing

could u do a follow up on it?? i need to see the angst and confusion of the reader and the fluff at the end 🥹🥹

have a good day!!

OMG thank you for the shower of compliments 🫶😭

As i said in another ask, i wrote those HCs as a one shot thingy, and i’m still shocked so many wanted a part 2 so here it is!..FINALLY!

with a dash of misunderstandings, a sprinkling of pent-up desires and a spoonful of angst with a happy ending.

APOLOGIES FOR THE LONG WAIT. HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT! ♡

Fake Dating the Love and Deepspace men but you catch feelings pt. 2

new readers make sure to read [PART 1] before you read this..

ZAYNE

❄️ You know you crossed a line when you requested Zayne to kiss you.

❄️ That one kiss led to the start of many more. Now Zayne kisses you whenever he drops you off at work and whenever he comes by to pick you up. And before you can even realize, they've become a part of your normal routine.

❄️ Speaking of kisses, they aren't merely innocent pecks anymore. Now they feel passionate and longer, involve a little tease of the tongue here and there, and always leave you weak in the knees.

❄️ But this controlled manner of feeding off of his generosity is proving to be quite difficult for you. If anything, the kisses have made you greedier. Every time his lips touch you, you hope that it doesn't simply end there. That he doesn't stop. You desire more than you should out of this fake relationship. You desire more than you deserve.

❄️ But before this desire of yours can take over and make you do something you can never take back, you decide to end things with Zayne.

❄️ It's a normal evening in his office. He's sorting through his patients’ files when you call out to him.

❄️ He looks up and patiently awaits whatever it is you have to tell him.

❄️ You feel your lips quiver.

❄️ Zayne may have agreed to be your fake boyfriend because you had practically begged him to but he isn't obligated to give you anything that isn't needed. Him picking and dropping you to and from work, sharing meals together and kissing you in front of others is already so generous of him.

❄️ That is all it should've been. Only you ended up developing real feelings.

❄️ But if you let this farce run any longer, you'll end up mistaking his kindness for genuine affection. You'll end up fooling yourself into thinking its real. Not just for you but him as well. That your feelings are reciprocated.

❄️ Your mouth opens and shuts, as you try to muster the courage before softly murmuring. “I think we should stop.”

❄️ For a moment, he stares at you, unmoving as ice. Then his mouth motions but you don't hear word. You run away.

❄️ Days pass with you ignoring Zayne's calls and texts. You skip work as well in order to avoid him.

❄️ Your doorbell rings one night and you almost jump. Dread instantly begins pooling in your belly. What if it's Zayne?

❄️ With anxious limbs, you answer the door only to find your friend Tara.

❄️ Tara tells you that she was only trying to set you up on dates because she hasn't seen you genuinely whole ever since you lost your family. That she wanted you to have someone who could complete you. But now that she's seen you with Zayne, her worries have faded into thin air. She is happy for you two. She is happy to see you happy after so long.

❄️ Though her words may have been supportive and full of warmth, they only make you feel worse. You end up crying and spilling the truth– the entire truth about the fake dating arrangement.

❄️ To your surprise, Tara is as kind as Zayne and instantly empathizes with you. She understands. And she apologizes for being so forceful in her attempts to look out for you by finding you dates.

❄️ Tara comforts you for a while but before departing, she suggests you come clean to Zayne and confess. She believes that it will all turn out fine in the end.

❄️ Well, its easier for her to say that. You're the one who actually grew up with Zayne. You know he's always been an honest man and how much it will hurt him when he learns that you've been taking advantage of your arrangement to enjoy his affectionate gestures. That after a while, you began deliberately prolonging the kisses in hopes of getting something more..

❄️ You wake up the next morning to incessant knocking at your door, and wonder if it's Tara again, come all this to check up on you.

❄️ Sleepily you answer the door. And the drowsiness dissipates from your eyes the moment you find the familiar tall figure of your childhood friend clad in his tight black shirt and dark trousers.

❄️ Dread seeps into your being once more and you lower your head in shame. If Zayne is here then it can only mean one thing. You knew this was bound to happen. But you are a coward nonetheless, and you can't bear to look at him as he breaks your heart.

❄️ Zayne let's out a breath and speaks. “That evening in my office..I’m sorry if its because of something I did..”

❄️ His apology makes you feel sick. You will not let him take the blame for your own misdeeds.

❄️ “No Zayne, I’m the one who asked for your help. And I didn't even consider the fact that I might catch feelings for you.” You pause to collect your thoughts. “But I know how wrong and stupid I was for it. And that is why I ended things between us. Before I could do something worse and spoil our—”

❄️ You stop abruptly as Zayne pushes the door further open and steps up on the threshold, hovering intimidatingly over you. He tilts his head low and speaks. “The arrangement wasn't just yours. Any decisions related to it should be reached only after proper discussion between the parties involved.”

❄️ His statement takes you by surprise and you finally move your lashes to hesitantly look up at his face. “I didn't think it mattered to you. I thought you were merely being kind and helpful..like always.”

❄️ “On the contrary, I was enjoying our little arrangement. After all,” Zayne inches even closer, his voice an octave lower. “it allowed me to spend more time in the company of the person I yearn for.”

❄️ It isn't his statement but the intensity of his gaze that arouses a tiny flicker of hope within you. “Zayne..you..I thought..I was the only one taking advantage of the situation..”

❄️ He chuckles lightly. “Apparently we both were. It seems our arrangement stopped being fake the moment we kissed.”

❄️ That tiny flicker of hope bursts into a lively flame of desire. “Then, you also wanted it to be real?”

❄️ He gives no verbal response but his lips quirk up into the barest hint of a smile as he nods.

❄️ For a moment, you stare at each other, processing all the words exchanged; the next, Zayne takes off his glasses and and tucks them in his pocket. And your lips find his, like many times this past week. Only now, neither of you stop just there for this isn’t pretense anymore. It's mutual, and it's real.

❄️ His hands slip beneath your shirt, cold fingers leaving a trail of warmth along every inch they touch.

❄️ And he kisses you harder, his tongue prying your lips apart as he pushes you inside the house and shuts the door behind him.

XAVIER

⭐ Things have been going pretty well ever since that “incident” in front of your apartment door. The creepy resident has stopped showing up.

⭐ You can freely enjoy the gym and pool in your apartment complex and everything else without the constant intrusion of that weirdo.

⭐ And although Xavier still goes out for morning laps and evening walks with you, accompanies you for the exercise sessions and even checks up on you at your apartment, he has cut-down on everything else. He is holding your hand a lot less and doesn't slip his arms around your waist as much.

⭐ It’s only fair though. Since the strange man isn't hitting on you anymore, there isn't much need for Xavier to act either.

⭐ You can live with it. Bear with him not engaging in any sort of skinship anymore. But your mind simply cannot forget the way his lips had felt against your own.

⭐ In the loneliness of the moonlit nights, you often find your fingers tracing the same spot his lips had sucked on your neck. You close your eyes and revisit the memory of his lips pressed gently upon yours. The memory of him kissing you a second time but with much more impatience and fervor. And you wish he'd do it all again.

⭐ It's not even surprising that you like Xavier. The guy has been nothing but helpful, protective and co-operative. And he indulges all your requests– from hanging out at the claw machine or playing kitty cards to something as unnecessary as a late night walk– when he could be spending that time reading a book or dozing-off.

⭐ You have found Xavier attractive ever since your first encounter. It's just that only now his searing kisses have left a mark upon your heart. Made you realise that you harbor an emotion far deeper than mere attraction for this man. And it's quite vexing how quickly he seems to have moved on from those shared kisses.

⭐ How can he smile at you with the same lips that nearly stole your breath away? How can he simply go on with his life while you lie awake in bed at nights, reminiscing those moments over and over?

⭐ Xavier has completely ruined you.

⭐ You can neither focus on work nor are you interested in gossiping with Tara and Nero. And to make matters worse, you get assigned to a mission with the last person you wanna face right now— the eccentric, silver-haired neighbor who claims to have killed more than 70,000 wanderers. The same man who had you pinned against a door just a week ago.

⭐ The mission starts smoothly. You and Xavier arrive at the location of a forest with high protofield fluctuations. You are synced as ever, efficiently taking down wave after wave of wanderers.

⭐ But there's a tension radiating between the two of you. It distracts you momentarily, resulting in you almost getting struck by a wanderer swerving it's blade towards you.

⭐ Fortunately, Xavier steps in at the last instant, slips an arm around your waist and pulls you closer. With his other arm, he effortlessly swings his blade and deflects the wanderer's blows.

⭐ He is saying something now, his expression full of concern. But you can barely hear a thing due to the loud drumming of your heart. You are too lost in the sensation of his strong arm firmly holding you in place.

⭐ When you give no response, he tilts his head adorably in confusion and stares at you. And for the briefest of moments, his eyelids lower, his gaze seemingly lingering upon your lips before he licks his own and lets go of your waist, flexing his gloved fingers as he does so.

⭐ He clears his throat, tightens his grip around his sword and resumes his battle stance.

⭐ By the time you've cleared out the wanderers, you want nothing more than to go home. However, Xavier is already approaching you.

⭐ “You seem a little preoccupied. Is that creep bothering you again? Do you need me to beat him up?” He asks.

⭐ “What!?— No! I told you that you can't beat him up!” You wave your hands frantically.

⭐ “Then,” He pauses, his eyes narrowing. “it’s that kiss, isn't it?”

⭐ Your face instantly heats up at his direct mention of the kiss. You aren't good with confrontations, especially not when they involve the very man responsible for the sickness of your heart. So you bite your bottom lip and and try leaving again, hoping this is enough of a response.

⭐ But if there's one thing you've come to learn about Xavier, its that he can be very assertive when he wants to be. And right now he's unrelenting. He grabs you by the wrist, gently making you face him again. “I went a little too far, didn't I? I should've asked you before doing something like that. Let me make up for it.”

⭐ The sincerity in his eyes melts your heart. You're the one who had come to him with such an unusual request. You're the one who said he wasn't convincing enough, so he tried to make it feel more genuine. And yet here he is, not even questioning you for a second but already striving to make up for it.

⭐ You can't let him punish himself for it, especially since he didn't hurt you at all. Only left you wanting for more. “Xavier, you didn't go too far. And I don't want you to make up for it.”

⭐ His thumb runs over the back of your hand. “What do you want then?”

⭐ There's a conviction in his eyes– the same one he has before promising he'll win all the plushies for you at the claw machine, the same one he has when slaying wanderers. And you can't help but be honest with him. “I..I want you to kiss me like that..again..”

⭐ There! You've said it now. To hell with shame! And to hell with frustration! You're too tired to hide your feelings any longer.

⭐ Yet at the same time, the anticipation of his response is stressful. You try to pry your hand free of his hold but it only grows tighter now.

⭐ “You– You didn't mind it?” Xavier's eyes darken. So does his demeanor. He takes a step forward, and you take two back. “You’ve been wanting me..to do it again?”

⭐ You nod slightly, and he exhales a breath.

⭐ Xavier draws you closer, his eyes wordlessly asking permission this time. You nod again.

⭐ The next moment, his lips press softly against yours. And for the first time this week, you feel a little sated. It's not all you have ever wished for. Barely anything at all. But it gives you enough strength to live with your feelings for him.

⭐ The kiss deepens as he pushes you against the nearest tree branch, his lips parting your own. You gasp and turn your face away.

⭐ “Xavier, you don't need to do more.” You whisper breathily. “This is enough.”

⭐ He leans his face down, lips moving along your neck. “It’s hardly enough.”

⭐ Even with the pleasure clouding your thoughts, you remind yourself that you can't keep taking his willingness for granted. You can't let him go on. “Xavier, you don't need to pretend for my sake.”

⭐ “I’m not pretending. I want this too.” His response is immediate. “I’ve been wanting this for a very long time.”

⭐ His words hold weight, unlike any declaration made in the heat of the moment. So you give in. Let his hand guide your thigh around his waist as he kisses you again, under the evening quite of the forest.

RAFAYEL

🌊 “Keep up the act for some more time?” Rafayel asks, surprised.

🌊 It's the day after you'd attended that fancy gala with him. You're both sitting on the couch in his studio and you're the one who give this lame suggestion.

🌊 He rests his chin on the back of his palm and smiles mischievously, a twinkle in his eyes. “Don’t tell me, Miss Bodyguard..have you caught feelings for me?”

🌊 If you were drinking something, you would've probably sputtered it all over by now. But thankfully, there are no refreshments in your hands, and you will not embarass yourself by admitting how accurate he is in his guess (even if made only in jest).

🌊 You school your face into a stern expression as you look back at him. “Don’t be ridiculous. If we break up right now, after you've been parading me around in everyone's faces, then people will talk. Critics will latch onto this opportunity to write think pieces in hopes of sullying your name. I'm only being cautious as your bodyguard.”

🌊 Rafayel puts a hand over his heart and feigns a hurt expression. “And here I thought you've finally fallen for my irresistible charm.”

🌊 You scoff and roll your eyes. “Don’t think so highly of yourself.”

🌊 “I don't need to think so because its a fact. I am amazing.” He sits up straight. “Anyways I don't care much for critics. I don't care if people misunderstand or hate my art. But I know Thomas will be pulling his hair out if I get a bad name right now.”

🌊 “So,” He pauses for effect as you edge closer to him in anticipation. “I guess we'll keep running this charade for some more time.”

🌊 Before you can even realize, your lips are stretching up into a small smile. You know this is a foolish arrangement. One that is bound to end in nothing but pure agony for you. Yet you insist on dragging this along because you are desperate for a little more time with him. You cannot imagine going back to simply being Rafayel the painter's “bodyguard”.

🌊 You may have developed feelings for him a long time ago but its that kiss that made you realize how far gone you are for this man.

🌊 And you foolishly hope and believe that not all of it had been a mere act for him either. That there's a possibility of him liking you just a teensy bit. And this crazy belief has deluded you into entertaining fantasies you should not.

🌊 Now that you've had a taste of what it's like to have him as your lover, it's impossible for you to settle for anything less. You want him, and you wish for him to want you too.

🌊 The snap of a finger in front of your face draws you out of your juvenile daydreams. Rafayel is assessing your face. “Where are you? Come back to the real world, Miss Bodyguard. We're discussing some important things here.”

🌊 Your cheeks heat up and you apologize for getting distracted. “Yes, I'm listening. What is it?”

🌊 Rafayel shakes his head but begins explaining. “I’m saying that since we can't break up abruptly, then let's do it,” He pauses again, spreading his arms out and staring up at the high ceiling dramatically. “publicly.”

🌊 Your hear a crumbling sound and feel an ache in your heart. “What does that mean?”

🌊 He grins excitedly. “If we break up publicly, in the presence of a huge crowd with big names and paparazzis around, then surely it will leave little to no room for speculation and criticism.”

🌊 You feel fissures steadily forming on your heart. This isn't what you had expected when you had suggested him to continue on with this charade. A sinking feeling looms over you yet despite that you try your best to force a smile upon your face. “That..seems like an interesting idea.”

🌊 From that point onwards, any time to you meet Rafayel, the passionate kiss you had shared at the gala plays in the back of your mind. And you wonder if you'll ever get to kiss him again, even if only for the sake of this temporary farce.

🌊 Now every time Rafayel steps even an inch closer to you or lowers his head, you find yourself expecting– and hoping for– a kiss. A kiss that sadly never comes.

🌊 And the worst part is that you can't get mad at him. He merely asked you to play pretend. He never asked you to catch feelings. If anything, you should've been just as professional as he is. At least it would've saved you from experiencing the heaviness you feel within your chest.

🌊 But lets ignore all that because today you are at Rafayel’s place to discuss how the two of you will publicly carry out a fake break-up of your fake relationship during an upcoming exhibition.

🌊 Rafayel explains how you are supposed to yell at him during the exhibition, and make sure everyone around hears how difficult it is for you to date someone well-known. That it is becoming impossible for the two of you to make time for each other.

🌊 You scoff. “And then what? You'll say how I've always been nothing but a gold digger, chasing after you for your money and fame?”

🌊 Rafayel claps his hands. “Actually not bad. And then you can say how I am just as rotten as the rest of the celebrities.”

🌊 You can't help but laugh despite the ache in your heart. “This is so trope-y and predictable. No one will buy it.”

🌊 “Oh trust me they will. Everyone loves a little drama.” Rafayel tries convincing you. “You can add a few more insults and break my heart. And I can dedicate my next art piece to you, my cute but cruel ex.”

🌊 You laugh some more and he laughs with you.

🌊 Rafayel may act a little arrogant and childish at times but he is a good person by nature. Whether intentional or not, he always makes you laugh. The time spent in his company may not always be relaxing but it is certainly always entertaining.

🌊 And you realize how these moments will be gone forever after this so-called “break-up”, and how truly unprepared you are to endure it.

🌊 The eve of the exhibition finally arrives.

🌊 Rafayel keeps repeating the things you are supposed to say and do if you are to end this arrangement tonight. But you can only focus on the unease bubbling within your belly.

🌊 He quirks his chin, signaling for you to begin but you find yourself rooted in spot, unable to utter a single word. The unease in your belly grows and you take a deep breath before finally speaking.

🌊 “I’m..I’m getting tired of this.” You mumble softly. You aren't sure if anyone heard that but you continue. “You’re the one who asked me out yet now I feel as if you don't even care.”

🌊 Your voice is shaky now. You're taking in more breaths with every word you speak. Rafayel's calm expression falters as he watches the way you ball your palms into tight fists. “I..I don't think I can go on any longer!”

🌊 Your words resonate with your actual feelings. You really cannot go on like this much longer. You will miss the silly moments spent with him. You will be unable to genuinely smile with him after this. It will become impossible for you to even be his bodyguard. And you don't want that. You don't want any of it!

🌊 The unease in your belly spreads all over your skin like a wildfire. You feel tears streaming down your cheeks as you shake your head at him. “I can't do this.” You choke out before running off, the crowd of people around gasping in shock.

🌊 Rafayel follows right on your heels, grabbing you by the waist before you can trip on the stairs and fall.

🌊 “Let me go!” You yell but he's pulling you into a secluded room.

🌊 “Hey..calm down.” He tucks the loose strands of your hair behind your ears and gently wipes your tears with his thumb.

🌊 But you can't do this. You can't tolerate him being so tender with you right before he mercilessly breaks your heart. You step away from him and his eyes widen, a hint of anguish now swimming in them.

🌊 “What's wrong, Y/N?” He asks, calling you by your actual name instead of the nickname he loves so much.

🌊 And you actually respond, words flooding out of your mouth like a crumbling damn. “Rafayel, I can't do this. I am drowning in my feelings for you. And I know it's not your responsibility to feel the same way just cause I do but I..” You sob, unable to say anymore.

🌊 He stares at you for a moment, an unknown emotion alight in his eyes. Then he breaks into a shrill laugh, the sound of it echoing loudly in the silent room. And he wraps his arms around you in an embrace, his shoulders shaking as he laughs some more.

🌊 “Look at you, falling for me just when I try to distance myself from you.” He strokes soothing circles on your back. “When I try to end all this to run away from my own feelings for you..”

🌊 Your own eyes widen now and you pull away to look at him, waiting for him to affirm what he just said. He chuckles, wiping your tear-stained face before leaning in to rest his forehead against yours.

🌊 “Yeah yeah I'm madly in love with. And it seems you did, after all, fall for my irresistible charms.” He drawls out as if talking about something insignificant.

🌊 Then he leans closer, his breath tickling your lips. “If you wanted us to date for real, you should've simply asked. Instead you made me chase after you like some besotted prince in a fairy tale.”

🌊 You find yourself laughing at that and he lets out a breath.

🌊 “There’s the laugh.” He murmurs, sealing his lips with yours, his fingers carding through your hair as he tilts your head and deepens the kiss.

Hope it was upto your expectations or atleast as enjoyable as part 1 of this ♡ It's unedited so i apologise for any errors (i'm a little sleepy and will edit later). And thank you for all the love and support on all my LADS headcanons so far 🥹🫶

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Way Too Seriously ೃ⁀⤵

adam warlock x reader

masterlist

synopsis: a collection of moments where adam overhears things you say and takes them entirely the wrong way- because sarcasm, flirting, and dramatic one-liners just arent part of his programming. (he's learning... slowly... and falling for you way faster than he should)

w/c: 1k

1. "I'd let you ruin my life."

w/c: 670

You're sitting on your knees on the floor of the medbay, sleeves rolled up, grease smudged across your cheek as you try to rewire one of the medbots Cosmo said went haywire after a power surge.

"Bet it's just a fried regulator," you mutter, wrist-deep in tangled wires. "Again."

Next to you, a stranger- tall, charming smile, definitely not from around here- is leaning against the wall, watching you work with an amused sort of interest.

"You always this good with your hands?" he asks.

You scoff without looking up. "Buy me dinner first."

He laughs, warm and easy, and it catches you off guard. "Sure thing."

You then glance up, and for a split second, he looks... intrigued. "You know, I might just let you ruin my life," you joke, teasingly. "Honestly, you've got the face for it."

It's stupid, lighthearted, the kind of thing people say when the work is boring and someone's flirting just enough to make the afternoon go by faster.

You don't mean it. Obviously.

But someone else hears it.

You don't notice Adam in the doorway until the other guy glances past you and stiffens slightly. You turn, wires still in hand, and see him standing there- quiet, golden, unreadable.

Your breath catches.

"Adam? You okay?"

He doesn't speak for a moment. But then he steps forward, a little too tense. "I was looking for you."

The stranger shifts, clearly picking up on the change in the air. "She's a bit busy, mate."

Adam's eyes flick to him briefly. "She's always busy... mate," he replies, too soft to be rude, but too pointed to be polite.

You hold back a laugh at his attempt of using the word 'mate'. "What's going on? Is everything alright?"

"I just needed to ask you someting," he says, but there's a strange undercurrent in his voice. "But I think I should wait. Since you're... making life decisions."

"Huh?"

He then looks at you, really looks. Like he's not just hearing the words you said but carrying them, weighing them, turning them over until they've become something way heavier than you had ever meant them to be.

"You said you'd let him ruin your life."

"Adam," you blink. "It was a joke."

"It didn't sound funny."

"People say stuff like that all the time," you say, setting the wires down and pushing yourself to your feet. "It's not serious. It doesn't mean anything."

He watches you carefully.

You sigh, brushing your hands on your pants. "It's just flirting."

"I see."

The stranger clearly feels the awkward tension and slips out with a quick "I'll come back later," leaving you and Adam alone in the medbay's quiet.

You look up at him. "You're not mad, are you?"

"No," he says. Then, after a moment, "I would never ruin your life... Just so you know."

You stare at him, your heart stalling a little.

"But if I did," he continues quietly, "it would be by accident. And I'd fix it."

You don't know what to say. The way he says it- it's not a pickup line. It's not a joke. It's not even flirtation.

It's a promise.

He stands there, golden and sincere, and you suddenly realize that the kind of love Adam offers isn't loud or messy or dramatic. It's quiet, carefully, steady. The kind of love that lingers in doorways and pays attention when no one else is looking.

You step closer.

"I wouldn't let anyone ruin my life," you say softly. "Unless it was you."

His brow creases. "But I just said-"

"I know," you interrupt gently. "And that's exactly why."

He exhales slowly, shoulders relaxing just a little.

You smile. "Hey, you wanna help me fix this bot?"

He blinks. "I might ruin it if I do."

You laugh, tugging him down to sit next to you.

"It'll be fine," you say. "But let's start with you just holding the flashlight."

He beams like it's the greatest honor in the galaxy.

And maybe, in some sort of way, it is.

2. "Buy me a drink and I'll love you forever."

w/c: 430

You say it so easily.

One hand on the bar, your chin resting in the other, grinning lazily at the guy beside you. Your voice lifts over the crowd and straight into Adam's ears like it belongs there.

"Buy me a drink and I'll love you forever."

Adam is startled.

He was walking by. That's all. Just passing through, minding his own business, and then bam- those words. That voice. You.

His chest goes tight.

You'll love him... forever? For buying you a drink?

He stops walking. Turns around. Eyes locked on you now. You're still talking to the guy, while the bartender laughs and says, "You always say that."

Adam's frown deepens. Always?

He walks over without thinking.

You see him out of the corner of your eye. "Oh, hey, Adam."

He's already reaching into his pocket.

"Do you want one?" you ask, gesturing to the bar. "I was just getting another-"

"I'll buy it," he says, placing a few Units on the counter. "What do you want?"

You blink. "You don't have to-"

You said if someone bought you a drink, you'll love them forever."

You choke on your own saliva.

"Wait, what?"

He looks down at the credits. "You said it. I heard you, that was the agreement."

"That wasn't an agreement, Adam. It was a joke."

He looks genuinely confused. "But... you said it out loud. In public. With conviction."

You try not to laugh because he's being so serious, and it's honestly kind of adorable.

"I was flirting," you admit softly. "Sort of. But it's just a thing people say when they want a free drink."

Adam tilts his head. "So you don't mean it?"

"Not literally, no."

He goes quiet for a second. "Would you... ever say it to me?"

You blink. "Would I try to get a free drink from you?"

He shrugs, suddenly shy. "Would you ever say that to me? Even if it is not true?"

Your heart stutters in your chest.

You glance at the glowing drink the bartender just set down in front of you. Then back up at Adam, golden and wide-eyed and way too genuine. You notice now that the guy you had been flirting with is long gone- moved on to someone else.

"Only if you let me buy you a drink back," you smile softly.

He immediately slides another handful of Units across the bar.

The bartender raises an eyebrow. "You already paid-"

Adam nods. "One for me as well," he says as he takes the seat beside you. You can't help but smile back.

3. "If I make out with you, will you pretend to be my boyfriend?"

w/c: 280

You're standing in line for boarding at a sketchy shuttle port on a backwater moon, dodging the attention of a very persistent ex who's just spotted you across the terminal.

"Crap. I told him I never wanted to see him again," you hiss under your breath as he waves from the other side of the checkpoint.

Adam looks between you and the guy. "Do you know him?"

"Ugh. Unfortunately." You glance around quickly, then turn to Adam. "Okay, I need a favor."

Adam perks up. "Of course."

"If I make out with you, will you pretend to be my boyfriend?"

He goes very still.

"You want to... create something with me?"

"What? No- make out. Like, kissing. A lot of it. Now."

He frowns. "I'm not quite sure I understand what's required of me, but- if it will help, yes."

You don't have time to explain. Your ex is coming closer. You grab Adam's face and press your mouth to his, and he makes the most surprised noise into your lips like you've just handed him a baby raccoon seeing his first spaceship.

But then-

He leans in, hands gently settling at your waist like he's afraid you might evaporate, and suddenly you're kissing Adam Warlock in a spaceport and he's very good at it for someone who doesn't even know what 'make out' means.

After a moment, he pulls back, blinking down at you. "So... this is pretending?"

"Yep," you say breathlessly, looking away to hide the flustered look on your face.

He pauses. "I don't think I liked that."

You stiffen. "Oh."

"I don't want it to be pretend," he clarifies, completely serious.

Oh.

And now you're the one who's afraid that you might evaporate.

3. "I was in love with you yesterday."

w/c: 320

You're brushing dust off your boots when Adam walks into the same room as you on the ship with his usual golden glow, fresh from some skirmish with the Guardians but not a scratch on him.

"Lookin' good, Warlock," you call, grinning.

He tilts his head. "I was wearing the same thing yesterday."

"Yeah, and I was in love with you yesterday, too. Consistency."

He stumbles over his next words. "You... were?"

You laugh, standing up and patting him on the shoulder. "Relax. I'm kidding. Kinda."

"Kinda?"

You shrug. "Look, I'd sell my soul to be like you."

Adam freezes. Like, full body stillness, eyes wide, soul leaving his own body kind of freeze.

"What?" he says, his voice in a whisper.

You pause, confused. "It's just a saying, Goldie."

"But why would you... give away something sacred? Something eternal? To be like me?"

You blink. "Because you're strong and nice and sweet and also ripped? I mean, come on."

He stares at you like you've just offered to hand him the sun.

"But your soul?" He says, completely shocked.

"Adam." You step closer. "It's not literal."

"Oh." He seems to process this for a moment, then. "Still. Don't say things like that. Not even as a joke."

You look at him softer. "Why not?"

"Because you don't have to give anything up. I'll always be with you. You don't have to trade your soul. I'd love you without you changing a thing. I already do."

Your heart skips like a scratched record. "You... do?"

He nods, eyes still wide and a little unsure. "I think so. And I don't want anything from you except you."

Your lips curve. "Well in that case, I'll keep my soul."

Adam smiles. "Good."

Then he adds, just a little shyly. "Though if you ever wanted to give me your heart, I would be honored."

You grin. "If that's allowed."

And just like that, you're ruined- in the best way.

[love-letters-and-lotus-blossom]

since it was well received and I have more to add...more Splinter thoughts! a special thank you to @turtlecleric for inspiring a few of these thoughts.

The second Splinter realizes that you and one of his sons are falling for each other, he is quietly celebrating and secretly encouraging it. It's small things, so small that the turtle in question doesn't pick up on it.

Oh, you're walking home?

"My son, accompany her! The city is a dangerous place at night."

It's started raining and it's awfully late by the time you get there?

"Stay there and return in the morning. I would not wish for you to take ill."

The two of you are always being sent out on errands, any little thing that means you will be alone together (and it will be the smallest, most time consuming thing but you're both so happy about it because it means hanging out alone), and you very quickly come to one conclusion: Splinter knows. And here you were thinking that your feelings for the turtle were a well kept secret, he must have known since day one (of course he did! The man's a master ninja and a single dad of four, nothing gets passed him).

"And you're okay with that?"

"I am. You make my son happy and Ive ever wanted is for my boys to be happy. And I know he will treat you with the affection and respect you deserve, Y/N."

The fact that you're Splinter's friend is a part of what's so endearing about you in the beginning. Because his dad likes you and spends time with you, so you're around a lot and he gets to know you and spend time with you even more, though the turtles rarely intrude on your time together.

But sometimes, he does join you when you're watching your shows together.

No, he's not really watching and, no, he totally doesn't like it...except that he does, he's so into it and you and Splinter are exchanging looks and trying to get him to watch with you. As a bonus, here's a few shows for each turtle!

Leonardo: Grey's Anatomy, Days of Our Lives, and Generations.

Michelangelo: Dark Shadows, Passions, Loving and The City.

Donatello: As The World Turns, One Life to Live, and Santa Barbara.

Raphael: The Edge of Night, The Young and the Restless, and Ryan's Hope.

It's the offer of sitting next to you that draws him in every. Single. Time. And Splinter's hiding a smile, pretending hot to notice that you're holding hands beneath the blanket and you're pretending not to notice that he's noticed and the turtle is STILL oblivious to it all.

Until he decides to talk to his dad and tell him how he feels about you, wanting advice on what move to make, if to make one at all.

"Why do you hesitate, my son?"

"I just...I just don't know if I'm what she wants. The life I can give her is so different from the sort of life most humans expect, what if it's never enough?"

"What she wants is to be loved. Do you love her?"

"I do."

"Then you are enough."

And when he decides that he is making a move, Splinter announces how happy he is after all, if it hadn't worked out, then all of his hard work would have been for nought, the turtle finally figuring out his father's game.

But it's all good.

Because now you're together and Splinter might just be happier about it then the two of you, just by a little bit. Maybe it's the romantic in him but he loves knowing that two people who are so special to him have found happiness together.

◇ Little Things ◇

◇ You can make sushi and he loves it, so having sushi together becomes a thing while watching your soaps.

◇ Once, you mentioned that some Purple Dragons had started hanging around your neighborhood and bothering folks. So one night, Splinter just waits for them in the darkness, follows a couple of dragons back to wherever the base is and opens a can of whoop ass on 'em, sends them all running far, far away. Then he just casually walks into your place, sits on the coach to order take out and watch TV, and casually announces that the Purple Dragons won't be around anymore.

"What happened?"

"I gave them the guidance they've lacked all their lives. Hopefully, the lesson will stick!"

"And if it doesn't?"

"I can always give them another lesson."

◇ He's very gentle with you and his son's relationship. wanting to make certain that you don't feel pressured or rushed in any way. And you don't. You're happy in your relationship with the turtle and your friendship with Splinter, something he's pleased to hear.

◇ Your watch parties for season starts/ending, holiday specials, or whatever are always themed. You make food and drinks that fits the show, set up the whole living room with fairy lights, make a bingo card for the show's tropes, and everything. And there's always "The Bet". You and Splinter make a big bet on something for the show and, somehow, he always wins, it drives you crazy!

[thethingswedotomorrow]

I love the Good Omens 'Night at Crowley's Flat' trope where after stopping the apocalypse in season 1, they go to Crowley's Flat and talk and kiss and fall in love and have a peaceful night, I do.

BUT

What if the night became 'The Night an Angel and a Demon Get Insanely Drunk and Teach Each Other How to Act'

Because honestly

They go to the flat, and ALL they know is they are going to have to swap themselves if they want to survive and finally be free from Heaven and Hell

But they have absolutely NO clue how to pull it off successfully

Sure, they know each other in and out.

Aziraphale has Crowley's eye color committed to memory (and also to paper, since Aziraphale spent 4-5 years in the late 80s trying to find a craft store in London that could help him do the color justice)

Crowley could find his angel in a crowd of millions (and not even just because only one single person in that crowd would be dressed in that ridiculous shade of tartan)

BUT they know they have to truly get this right, down to the exact detail.

So, naturally, they start by promptly opening the closest bottle of scotch that Crowley had available

Crowley was convinced this would be the easiest thing they've ever done

"Only you, Angel, would find a way to worry yourself to death AFTER stopping an apocalypse"

They begin with the easy part, switching corporations and clothing.

It was easy. Until Aziraphale realized he had to actually physically move in the very, very tight pants Crowley prefers.

The first three times he tries walking, he falls face down. And each time, realizes how it's equally hard to get back up again.

Not to mention that Crowley's corporation had learned that after 6000 years, it didn't really need all those vertebrae and bones since he never used them anyways

So now Aziraphale is just laying on the floor in terribly tight pants, very confused on how Crowley has managed all this time

(Crowley is also on the floor, having dropped there laughing after the 2nd attempt)

After they both get up (one much faster than the other) Crowley tries coaching the angel on how to walk like him

Until Crowley realizes he doesn't actually know how he walks, he just sort of wills himself forward and hopes his limbs keep up with him along the way

Eventually, after enough drinks, they settle on a technique called "Just pretend all your limbs are snakes. And you're a snake. Honestly, just as snake-y as you can manage, Angel."

Aziraphale, as difficult as this was for him, figures out that he may have gotten the easy side of this situation here. Crowley very much disagrees.

"Once an Angel, well, definitely not always an Angel, but close enough right?"

He very quickly realizes he may be wrong when Aziraphale asks Crowley to copy his walk

"Dear Lord Crowley, it cannot be that hard. You simply have to walk in a straight line"

It was indeed that hard.

Crowley has all his vertebrae now, but no knowledge of how they should be used

He tries to hold his hands behind his back and march forward, walking in what he thinks is probably, on some plane of reality, maybe a straight line

He's convinced that he's the perfect image of a stereotypical angel, head held high, an air of 'holier than thou' surrounding him

When Crowley asks Aziraphale, he only says, "Well, I suppose it will have to do for now."

Internally, Aziraphale thinks of the fact that Crowley looked identical to a bumbling penguin walking on ice.

When Crowly sits down, very pleased with himself for an impeccable performance ("As always, Angel. I've still got it." Aziraphale uncaps the vodka and drinks straight from the bottle, just staring into the distance.

He has just realized that their existence hinges on whether Crowley can figure out how to sit on a chair like a proper being with appendages and a spine.

And the odds are not in their favor, if they way the demon is sprawled out on the couch (reminding Aziraphale suddenly of a very well-done noodle, and suddenly he's starting to wonder if humans had the right idea with stress eating) is any indication

Crowley announces that he refuses to utter the words tickety boo, even if faced with destruction

"Honestly I think I'd rather have the holy water at that point" "Crowley." "I swear you just make sounds up sometimes, those aren't even real words"

4 bottles (and a very large order of takeout) later, they've got the act down well enough that it's starting to weird Crowley out

"Angel, seriously, enough with the nose. When have I ever done that with my nose? Exactly zero amount of times. I'm not a rabbit"

2 bottles later and Aziraphale has miracled Harry the Rabbit into the flat for a reason they can't quite remember

But they've got music playing from somewhere in the corner, and plenty of drinks, and the night goes on into the morning, and then they're sobering up and marching out for the most dramatic acting of their lives

And the world hasn't ended yet, so they'll probably be fine. Probably.

[momotonescreaming]

If Only

Rating: T | WC: 1.7k | Evan Buckley/Tommy Kinard Post Season 8, getting back together, fluff & humour

[Read on AO3 or below the cut]

"After we broke up," Buck starts, not quite murmuring his words into Tommy's bare chest. "I wanted to contact you so badly. I kept opening our messages and just staring at it, I even caught you bubbling me a few times."

He huffs out a laugh at that, an exhale of air through his nose, and Buck can see it tickle Tommy's skin from where they're pressed so closely together. He adjusts his weight, drapes an arm on Tommy's pec, chin resting on his hand so he can look up at Tommy through his long, dark lashes.

They're bare skinned and warm, cotton sheets tangled up in their entwined legs. Sun streaming through the window into Tommy's bedroom, beams of it hitting Buck's back. They cleaned up hours ago — they just hadn't wanted to move. And since they have nowhere else to be — they haven't. Buck pressing himself to Tommy's side, cradled in his arms. One of Tommy's hands absently playing with his hair, coiling through his curls.

It's nice. It's easy to talk about things like this. Here, in the warmth they've created. The warmth neither of them want to leave.

"Bubbling?" Tommy asks, furrowing his brow, but he doesn't stop the smooth motions of his hand through Buck's hair.

"You know." Buck adds, gesturing vaguely with his free hand, brushing against Tommy's chest. "Bubbling. The chat bubble. The, uh, typing one."

"The three dots?" Tommy clarifies, to which Buck nods. "There's a word for that?"

"There's a word for everything these days old man." Buck teases, biting his lip as Tommy tugs on his hair ever so slightly in retaliation. He continues, Tommy’s hand still in his hair. "But, uh, y-yeah. Bubbling. Typing so the other person can see the bubble pop up."

"I wasn't doing it on purpose — typing and not sending anything to tease you." Tommy adds, raising an eyebrow as he looks down at Buck. He sighs, face falling into something more pensive. Almost sad. "I wanted to message you— I missed you — I just didn't feel like I had the right anymore."

Tommy shrugs, jostling Buck slightly with the movement. Buck moves with it, settling right back into place plastered to Tommy. His boyfriend looks guilty in that sort of queasy way he does when they talk about their break up, so if Buck can plaster himself to Tommy to help him understand that he's not going anywhere — then he's going to. Doesn't hurt that Tommy's incredibly comfortable. He's a great cuddler.

"I, uh, I wish you did." Buck admits, tilting his head as he speaks. "I almost texted you so many times, I would've replied immediately."

"Well it's nice to know that now," Tommy teases, laughing as Buck gently swats at his chest. The laugh trails off, and he sobers slightly. "Why didn't you?"

Tommy's not asking to be mean, to pull an answer out of him, Buck knows this. Tommy's curious. They're talking about things. Tommy had his answer — he lost the right to chase after Buck when he broke it off, even if he regretted it — but he wants to know Buck's.

So Buck takes a breath, focuses on the warmth of Tommy underneath him, on the soothing motions of Tommy playing with his curls, fingers dancing across his skin. He's not quite sure what his answer's going to be, the words are going to tumble out of his mouth as they usually do. He wants to be more intentional about this. Wear his emotions on his sleeves, but taking that extra second to breathe and think about it first. Tommy deserves it.

"The first time I, uh, w-went to give in and text you," Buck started, tilting his head and not quite blushing. "After you were bubbling me by the way — the others took my phone off me. Said it was for my own good. I think I was, uh, not quite looking for someone to agree that I should t-text or call you. But then they all said no, told me to keep away. And it kept happening so I started to wonder if maybe they were right, even if I was desperately wanting to talk to you again."

"And then Ravi bumped into me in the bar before either of us could do anything?"

Buck huffs out a short laugh, an exhale of air. "Yeah."

"Maybe we should thank him." Tommy teases. "Send him a fruit basket."

"Maybe we should." Buck agrees. "He was the only one who said I should talk to you, and he was right."

He sighs, dropping his eyes down so he's starting at Tommy's chest, finger drawing circles and patterns in his chest hair. He can still feel Tommy's gaze on him, but it doesn't burn.

"I don't know why I listened to the rest of them," Buck says sadly, focusing on the gentle scratch of his finger against Tommy's chest hair. "They were wrong. I wasn't better having not texted you. I couldn't move on at all."

"Neither could I, so at least we're even." Tommy teases. He huffs out a small laugh, and Buck can feel it underneath him. He looks up, eyes sad and wet, to see a gentle smile curling at the edge of Tommy's lips. He's trying to draw him out of his funk, to stop spiralling over the past — and it's starting to work. "I was the one who drove past a building you didn't even live in, remember?"

"That wasn't so bad, I got to give you a tour, remember?" Buck teases, letting the mood lighten. "Plus, you missed me. How can I fault you for that when I was just as bad, if not, uh, worse."

Tommy hums, an interested noise. Running his hands through Buck's hair, sweeping through, catching on the curls before sweeping around to the back of his neck. Cradling his jaw, thumb brushing in gentle motions right at the hinge. Buck leans into it, letting Tommy hold him.

He stays there as he speaks.

"Every time I wanted to text you, every time I thought about you — I-I baked." Buck flushes, focusing on the warmth of Tommy's hand — the comfort, the callouses on his fingers, the sheer size of them — as Buck lets his face be cradled. "It started small, just something to distract myself from thinking about you when I wasn't at work. And then it uh, escalated."

"Escalated?"

"Y-yeah. I baked every time I thought of you, and I thought of you a lot. Muffins and cookies and cakes and so many loaves I had to start giving them away. The cashiers at the supermarket started looking at me funny every time I came back for more flour. I made a baked alaska, and had to eat most of it myself because everyone got sick of being given more baked goods."

"So we're just as bad as each other, huh?" Tommy hums, before pressing his lips together, thinking. His eyes roam over Buck's face, searching for something. Apparently he finds whatever he was looking for, because he continues. "I know they were just trying to look out for you, but I wish you hadn't listened to them either. I would've eaten baked alaska with you."

"Oh I see how it is," Buck laughs, slumping down even further, body pressed to Tommy's. He's glad they can joke about this now, that they can look back with a sort of lightness — now that they're back together. It makes it seem not as dark. "You're just in it for my baked alaska."

"You caught me," Tommy replies wryly, hint of a smile catching at the corner of his mouth. "I heard how much you were baking and knew I couldn't get enough."

"That baking you didn't know I was doing?" Buck jokes, although there's a sort of twinge in his chest, plucking at his heart strings. He wishes he told Tommy about the baking earlier, about the longing, the desperation to talk to him again. Maybe they would've had this earlier. His face drops, just slightly. "I wish I told you earlier, back at the bar with Ravi. You told me how much you missed me, but I, uh, didn't say it back."

"You're saying it now. You said it last night." Tommy replies softly, thumb brushing gently against his cheek. It's calming, familiar, the soft scratch of Tommy's calloused thumb against his five o'clock shadow. "You showed me you missed me then, and you're showing it now. And that's what matters."

A pause. Tommy tilts his head, eyes sparking, lips pressing together as if he's holding back a laugh.

"But I wouldn't be opposed to some baked goods," Tommy teases, faux-serious. "If you wanted to make it up to me."

"So you are after my baking," Buck laughs, feeling Tommy chuckle underneath him.

"I can go into the next room, if that would make it easier?" Tommy asks, teases, brows gently furrowed. Buck hums back, a questioning noise. "Y'know, if missing me is a requirement?"

"Absolutely not," Buck laughs, looking down at Tommy's amused — smug — expression. "I can bake with you here just fine."

"I'm holding you to that," Tommy teases, raising an eyebrow. Buck knows he won't hold him to it when it comes down to it. The man's got a killer sweet tooth but he doesn't expect things out of Buck. If Buck doesn't want to bake, if it brings back too many memories of being alone and drowning in longing — then he'll drop it. It means a lot to Buck, the way Tommy knows him, respects him , doesn't hold his past against him. He's there for him in a way that feels so all encompassing, in a way that Buck thinks no one ever has.

He's head over heels in love with this man.

"In fact," Buck starts, letting the words trail off. He watches as Tommy looks at him intently, with that soft inquisitive way of his. "Maybe it's a requirement now. D-do you want to bake with me?"

"I'd like nothing more," Tommy smiles, using the hand at Buck's neck to gently pull him in for a kiss. He lets himself be pulled, eyes fluttering shut as their lips connect, kissing slow and soft.

[thefiery-phoenix]

I have a request if that's OK can you do Yandere class 1a(romantic) (and Yandere eraser mic platonic ofc) x reader with powers like starfire or raven

Sure and I'll go with the reader having powers like Starfire if that's okay with you and I sincerely apologize if this sucked

You were a part of class 1A and over a period of time, they started growing obsessed and possessive of you so much that you weren't even allowed to hang out with students from the other classes. To say you had powers was an understatement, you were basically a walking weapon with your abilities of being able to fly, shooting laser beams from your eyes and hands, superhuman strength and agility. You aced the UA entrance exam like it was nothing and left everyone awed and speechless of your powers. You were soon sorted into class 1A after you received your acceptance letter and you became friends with your classmates, unaware of their darker masked desires and hidden intentions for you

You were book smart but when it came to figuring out the intentions your classmates had for you, you were quite naive indeed. The other day Monoma, TetsuTetsu and Kendou wanted to hang out with you and you agreed to hang out with them, when your classmates found out about your plans to hang out with some other class instead of them, they were annoyed and their jealousy bubbled inside him. They usually couldn't stand each other at times, each of them wanting to have you for themselves, however during times like this they were forced to work together. "HAH!? TF DO YOU MEAN HANGING OUT WITH THAT BLONDE RAT!? NO WAY!" yelled Bakugou as he muttered profanities and cursed under his breath while threatening to blast Monoma to the orbit. Uraraka, Momo and Mina had resorted to trying to guilt trip you by telling you that you barely ever hang out with them and you wanted to spend time with other people instead of them. Even the usually calm Deku and Kirishima had dark looks plastered across their faces, looking deep in thought while Iida was busy lecturing you as usual about how you shouldn't ignore your classmates when they wanted to spend time with you and besides, you also had homework to do and started listing out every possible reason why you couldn't hang out with the class 1B students

Eventually you ended up giving in and decided to have a movie night in the common room with your classmates since they just wouldn't stop with the incessant pestering. You don't know what it is they've done, but they've done something for sure since no one from class 1B decided to approach you the next day. Even Monoma kept his distance from you and scurried off in the opposite direction as your spotted a few scars on his face and hands which your dear classmates may or may not have caused. They won't allow anyone else to steal you away from them, you're theirs. From hanging out with Shoji and Koda and playing with Koda's pet bunnies to helping Sato bake his goodies and doing homework with Iida and Shoto to going shopping with the girls, you feel like your classmates are monopolizing your time way too much but you can't really do anything about it, how could you possibly prove that they're in the wrong for wanting to spend time with you?

Your teachers are of no help either whatsoever, Aizawa sensei and Present Mic think it's a GOOD thing your classmates are so protective and possessive of you. They're worried you might become reckless one day and your powers might end up hurting you which is the last thing they all want, so it's like a mutual silent agreement and understanding between them to keep an eye on you and protect you. Even if they have to get their hands dirty. Aizawa and Mic see you as one of their own kids to take care of and they take that role VERY seriously. The other day some random dude actually had the GUTS and audacity to try slipping in a love note into your locker while Aizawa was passing by and his eyes narrowed as he wrapped the guy in his scarves and gave him detention for the rest of the semester every day. If someone dares to make the mistake of bullying you, Mic would be the one to deal with that by using his quirk on them to make their eardrums literally BLEED till they apologize

Now, about your powers, it's a tricky situation. As much as they all love you for who you are and how capable you are to take care of yourself, they're also worried you might end up getting hurt one day because of them. No way in hell would Aizawa ever give you strenuous training tasks despite your whining and pleading, you could get hurt. They ALWAYS have eyes everywhere and they know your every move no matter what. Some of your classmates have literally resorted to stalking the living daylights out of you and you're still unaware of the secret cameras placed in your room, courtesy of Iida when you both had that study session a few days ago. Your every movement is now watched by all your classmates and your teachers as well. They don't even realize they're doing something wrong and they're lost so far in their delusion, they think they're just doing their jobs as good heroes in protecting you, their loved one and keeping you safe

Denki, Kirishima, Sero, Hagakure and Ojiro think your powers are cool but the rest of them are really worried for your safety. You always get lectured by Iida whenever you end up doing something risky and Deku would just be pleading with you to never do something like this again while Bakugou would lovingly insult you to knock some sense into your head. You are NOT to be fighting villains, they've all established that already and made that rule VERY clear. If there's a villain attack at some point, you'll be taken to safety because they do not want you engaging into such dangerous stuff. Look, you might have strong powers and you might be a good fighter but that still doesn't mean they'll let you fight villains and criminals, you'll always be seen as someone naive and sheltered in their eyes, someone they need to protect from the darkness of the world. But not to worry though, after the villains are dealt with (Or probably murdered), Aoyama will comfort you with cheese, Momo will make you some tea and Jirou will play some of her music for you as you'll spend the rest of your time surrounded by your classmates once again, your teachers pleased with the turn of events of the extreme lengths your classmates are willing to take to protect you. What sort of heroes would they be if they can't ensure their loved one's safety after all?

[was-that-a-pun]

Hear me out!Hear me out!....What if Susan or Greg (may both) fall in the dough instead of Jack and become Concept!Doey. Honestly, it can be linked to the Detective Susan au cuz in the process of saving Jack, they sacrifice themselves ...

I hear you and I love you.

This took me so long to decide on how this au would go but I finally settled on something. I think it's its own separate thing from the detective au.

Okay so in this AU Susan and George are standing closer to Jack during the tour, close enough for Susan to hear the metal stressing when Jack leans against the handrail. She's starting to say something when it gives and she jolts forward grabbing him and tossing him back onto the walkway but falling herself. George grabs her arm but the momentum and weight pull him right over the edge with her.

Chaos, sobbing, alarms, a bunch of press releases from Playtime about this unfortunate tragedy and their efforts to ensure nothing like this ever happens again.

Jack, once all is said and done, is released to Playcare and joins the other orphans. Michael takes him under his wing cause of course he does he's like that with nearly all the new kids. Kevin also bonds with him. While Jack isn't as laid back as Joseph is he also doesn't hold any accidents or outbursts Kevin might have against him and continuously seeks him out to play with.

Some time later Jack is pulled from Playcare by a group of scientists to 'help them' with something they wont elaborate on and he's escorted to a new area he's never been to before and told they just need him to go into this room here.

This is a lot sooner than 1322 Report: Jack vhs happens in canon, since with two full grown adults making up concept!Doey they're much more stable without needing to add anyone else into the mix. But this is still soon enough after the accident. They've only barely started to pull themselves together and are struggling to sort out what parts of them is who and what now is mixed too much into the whole and how to think.

“Um… Hi, um...Doey?!”

*shifting sound no reaction*

“The doctors said my mom and dad would be here? Do you know where they are Doey?...mr.doey >_>”

*Susan and George’s thoughts start to align that the voice talking to them is familiar and all their attention goes into turning their head to look at him*

“Can I tell you a secret though? I think they got mixed up I...I know what happened. I know mom and dad are gone now. I miss them though Mr. Doey. I shoulda stayed closer to em, shoulda listened better. I *sniffle* I know it was my fault.”

*Finally manages to look at him and recognize that this is definitely their son. Immediately starts struggling to move toward him wanting to comfort him*

“J-jackie?!”

“I- yeah! That’s what my mom calls me! How did you know?”

*struggling and sloshing to get off the hospital bed and closer to him*

“Dad – Mom – me. Not – gone...here we’re – here”

*Jack is silent as he tries to sort out what they mean, not running as they slog toward him.*

“our bbbooyyy”

*It finally clicks for him and he’s instantly tearing up*

“Wait but you, how, mom? Dad? Both of you are?”

*Just before they can put a hand to his cheek and pull him into a hug an alarm sounds and the room fills with red smoke in a rush, Jack drops almost instantly and is rushed out by gas masked employees while Doey rages and tries to keep them from taking him.*

Jack is returned to Playcare like nothing had happened, he knows it wasn’t a dream though and tells Matthew and Kevin what happened and that he’d gonna get out and find him parents.

They assume it’s the usual fantasy kids tend to have when they’re first orphaned, your dead parents turning out not to actually be dead (though turning into your favorite toy is a new spin) and humor him. Matthew encourages him not to do anything too dangerous while Kevin helps him to plan his escape (partially because if he’s involved he can help the kid from getting hurt or in too much trouble)

The rest plays out a lot like @universalrainbows Toy Player saves Jack side AU with Doey escaping containment and sneaking around the edges of Playcare for awhile (meeting and starting friendships with other characters like Miss Delight who gives them updates on Jack and Dogday who even before them had fed the boys a few tips on how to get out. Catnap is still a danger and they avoid him at all costs) When Jack, Matthew, and Kevin escape Playcare they’re almost waiting for them (much to Matthew and Kevin's' surprise once they find out Jack was right) and of course even before they see these two other boys they’ve pulled an ‘it’s free real estate’ and designated them as bonus son’s.

Escape proves difficult, but they’re able to find areas in the caverns where they can stay relatively safe and keep the boys healthy, then start quietly saving more toys and children that they can slip through the cracks of Playtime's notice.

By the time of the Hour Of Joy they’ve established an early safe haven and food sources (I didn’t come up with how so we’re just gonna gloss over that) and by the time of the current game Safe Haven in the location we know it is much more populated by a mix of toys and young adults who had once been orphans and is much more stable and better defended.

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hello! I’m not a Jewish person (ethnically or religiously), but I was wondering if you know of any ways that I can help Jewish people right now? Like if you know of any donation programs or volunteer work or food drives or anything of the sort that I could do to help? I want to help fight antisemitism and help Jewish people beyond simply spreading awareness on Instagram, but I’m not exactly sure how or where to start. This is a very dumb question, I’m so sorry, you can ignore this if you want

(CONT'D) also, I have another question, I’m so sorry To preface this question, I’d like to say that I’m a very stupid individual who knows absolutely nothing about anything. So the question is, do you have any book or article recommendations that showcase Jewish people’s experiences, values, perspectives, etc. Like for example, are there any books written from the perspective of an Israeli/jewish person who had moved from wherever they were to the state of Israel in 1948 (I apologise if this is a horrible example, I just know absolutely nothing about anything and everything, but I’m open to learning)

Thank you so much for asking these valuable questions!!!!! (And thanks for being patient until I was able to answer!)

Neither of your questions are dumb, and you don't need to be sorry! You're not stupid and I hope you can be as kind to yourself as you have been to me and my community in your questions.

I was wondering if you know of any ways that I can help Jewish people right now?

Truly the very best thing you can do to support Jews at this time is routinely check in on us, speak up for us, and correct misinformation or antisemitism if you see it happening. This means not running away if your Jewish friends mention two antisemitic experiences they've had in one week. This means adding a media bias/fact check link when someone sends you antisemitic propaganda from Al Jazeera. This means saying "Hey. That doesn't help Palestine. That just hurts Jews," when someone's "activism" veers too far in the wrong direction. That means that you don't just shout ceasefire now without also acknowledging that Hamas and Hezbollah also need to cease firing. This means making sure your donations and your links to donations go to sources that do not fund Hamas, like Anera. It also means making sure your donations for the I/P conflict support interfaith efforts whenever possible. I routinely promote the interfaith and intercultural organizations represented within AllMEP; https://www.allmep.org/ Also, steer clear of culturally expropriating organizations like JVP.

Like if you know of any donation programs or volunteer work or food drives or anything of the sort that I could do to help?

Ones that specifically help Jews, you mean? I don't actually! Unfortunately, the international conversation since 10/7 has had very little to do with how to help Jews in Israel or in diaspora. I would say that you should look into and perhaps even email or call your local synagogues and see if they have any kind of fund for their buildings or if they're trying to raise money to pay security and donating to them. Aside from that, I'd love for my followers to weigh in on this, as they'll know better.

Book Recommendations!

These aren't exactly what you're looking for. But I believe deeply in my heart that every single non-Jewish person should read:

Jews Don't Count by David Baddiel

People Love Dead Jews by Dara Horn

Night by Elie Wiesel

There are plenty of other books that are less of a bummer to read than those, too. But I think for any non-Jew to truly understand us they need to understand the unexamined antisemitism they carry with them and they need to have true, first-hand accounts about the holocaust to understand the legacy it left to us as well as what it took away.

Followers with more specific recommendations, please offer your advice in comments or replies or reblogs or tags! I'm just one person. I don't claim to speak for my entire community, nor have I ever. But I think, as a larger community, we can all steer you in the right direction, Thank you!!!!!

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May Fic Rec

It's a sterek weekend!!!!!!!!! For everyone who started following me for sterek recs, I haven't forgotten you. It's back to back sterek recs for the weekend and im very much hoping to getting back to monthly recs. love you guys and please remember to send all your love to our authors!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I spent every evening praying for the dawn by WeAreTheLuckyOnes - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 9,633)

Stiles leaves the FBI after a traumatic case and returns to Beacon Hills after being gone for ten years, only to find that Derek has somehow magically acquired a tiny baby with a shock of dark hair that looks too much like Derek to belong to anyone else, but feels like Stiles's too.

Alternatively, the one with a magical Nemeton baby where Stiles and Derek realise they've both been dancing around the fact they each know they love the other and they're just too stupid to admit it.

Marine Sergeant Hale by Angelwithwingsoffire  - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 6,258)

Stiles has been bullied for years and it gets worse when the Sheriff is deployed one last time. One day, in the middle of the daily beating, a Marine comes to his rescue. A very hot and muscular Marine who also happens to be in uniform. And unbeknownst to Stiles, they've met before. Stiles can't remember but Derek remembers it all.

You Smell So Divine, I Wanna Make You Mine by crossroadswrite - (Rating: G, Words: 1,842)

“No baby. You’re just predictable like that.”

“Am not.” He’s not pouting. He’s twenty-three and has a degree, he pays bills, he’s a grown man and a responsible werewolf, he does not pout.

“Ever since you caught that pretty scent the kids’ babysitter leaves behind you’ve been there like clockwork, Derrie. And don’t pout honey, it’s not attractive.”

“I’m not pouting,” he lies.

“Derek, sweetheart, that’s your pouting voice, don’t lie to your mother.”

Derek grumbles, “He smells like sunshine and pop tarts.” Like that’s an explanation for his behavior.

--OR--

In which no one is dead, the Hale ladies are all sorts of amazing, soulmates and werewolves are a thing and there are stupid boys with stupid crushes on each other.

Only Me by Hedwig221b - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 9,474)

He held Stiles’ face like it was the most precious thing and licked Stiles’ neck like he owned it. A kiss was the first thing to greet Stiles in the mornings they spent together, and at nights, it was the last thing he felt on his face. Each time was more desperate than the last.

Derek told him he was made to be kissed. It was a reward, a pleasure, a relief.

And then, after all of this, he would disappear. For two days, three, or for a week. Stiles would choke from the thought that this time he definitely ruined it (how? god, how?), and then, in a click of a light, Derek would come back as if he were always there. Calling from a hidden number, cupping his chin, tugging Stiles closer with his hand splayed on his back, so big and insistent. Kissing, loving, refusing to let go.

But only in a closed room, in the darkest corner of a restaurant, in a black sports car with its windows thick and tinted.

Stiles dreaded saying goodbye.

a good surprise by EvanesDust - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,701)

…or the one where all Stiles wanted for Christmas was Derek.

Tell me the Truth, Do you like Me? by In_Over_My_Head - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,835)

Derek hadn’t expected Stiles to come back in, well that wasn’t entirely true. He’d expected Stiles to come back in, he just thought he’d be dressed when he did. Staring wide eyed at the boy in front of him with only a towel covering his lower half, Derek gulped audibly.

“Derek?” Stiles watched the wolf not entirely surprised he was there. He couldn’t even count the number of times he’d come into his room to find Derek sitting in his desk chair or perched on the windowsill. 

He couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but stare, watching as a drop of water dripped slowly from Stiles collarbone. It fell to his chest, riding the smooth edge of Stiles pectoral muscle before running further down. It got hung up on the top of his abs for a second. Teetering on the slight ridge before dropping into the shallow valley of his six pack. Derek swallowed thickly as the drop merged with the boys happy trail, flowing down to soak into the edge of the towel slug low on Stiles hips.

Sterek drabbles by Arver7 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,521)

Starting a collection of drabbles to inspire me to write more.

1. I’m Celibate? 2. Good Boy

Flowers Say More Than You Know by Warlock_Nerd - (Rating: G, Words: 3,670)

After Stiles read an article about how the first flowers men receive are at their funeral, he is determined to give every boy in the pack his own unique flowers that all hold meanings. :3 

Fluff, Love, Tears, Heart Warming softness :3

More Than Enough by quackquackcey - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 7,939)

A story about how Derek managed to find peace in his life amidst the chaos of a murdering reptilian creature, war with the Argents, and his own mind in the arms of a bambi-eyed, pain in the ass boy.~ 🐺

OR

Five times the word ‘prove’ haunted Derek, and the one person who changed it all.~ ✨

Got A Secret, Can You Keep It by inhystereks - (Rating: G, Words: 5,074)

Tara couldn’t make sense of what she was seeing, until Stiles slid his basket of fries sideways and gestured that Derek could take one if he wanted to.

Her jaw dropped.

They were dating!

OR five times the deputies caught Stiles and Derek together, and one time they tried to keep the Sheriff from finding out when he already knew.