#i need her backflipping off a building

[dazesanddoodles]

when will tabitha return from the war

[berryz-writes]

Peace

Azriel x reader

Summary: Azriel finally finding peace in the morning with you

note: Yes there is no plot. Yes it's just fluff. And yes this is one fic I want to dedicate to @thelov3lybookworm the amount of fluff in this fic is half the amount of love I have for her. ILYSM YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING AND MORE <3 (ignore any mistakes ty)

The soft rays of sunlight peeked through the window bathing me in golden warmth. It’s as if my day was already off to a good start. Well it always was if Azriel was beside me. 

I turned slightly to see his eyes shut, eyelashes longer than most females brushing his cheek, full lips in the slightest of smiles. 

He looked peaceful and knowing how hard it was for him to sleep I decided letting him lie in was the best option. Trying to untangle myself from his firm grip was a harder task than I had thought it would be. Azriel inched closer for every little space I created between the two of us, his face resting in the crook of my neck. 

Finally accepting defeat and realizing I wouldn’t be able to leave without waking him up I gently shook his shoulder “Azriel?” 

All I got in return was a slight groan and him stretching out his wings before folding them again. He was not going to make this easy. 

“Az. My love I need to get up” I tried again, running my hand down his arm, the warmth of his body seeping into me. Slowly opening his eyes he blinked at me for a few moments as if making sure it was me next to him. Once he had taken in my whole face his lips turned up into the softest smiles I had seen, my heart doing backflips at his unrelenting gaze. 

“Morning sweetheart” His voice was hoarse from having just woken up and I could tell he was still tired. Pressing a kiss to my forehead he loosened his grip so I could slip out of bed.

I made my way to the balcony that connected to our room watching as the sun rose, spilling light onto all of Velaris. I could see the Sidra from here and all the small shops still with their closed signs, the sight of my favourite bakery already making my mouth water. I loved peaceful mornings like these.

As I stood on the balcony, taking in the peaceful sight of Velaris, I felt calm and as if nothing could go wrong today. The Sidra shimmered below in the morning light, and the buildings, with their intricately carved facades and soft pastel colours, seemed to reflect the tranquillity I was feeling. The air smelled faintly of fresh bread and sweet pastries, the hint of black coffee in the air reminding me to get some for Az when I stopped by there later in the morning.

Azriel’s footsteps were soft as he joined me, the warmth of his chest pressing gently against my back as he wrapped his arms around my waist. The morning was already warm enough, but his body heat was a comforting cocoon, making me sink back against him, feeling safe and grounded.

“So eager to escape from me already?” he teased softly, his voice still raspy with sleep. His fingers brushed lightly over my arm, sending a shiver down my spine.

I laughed in response, tilting my head back to meet his gaze. His eyes were a rich, golden brown in the early light, and the way he looked at me made my heart flutter. “I’d hardly call it escaping, Az. More like… slipping away.”

“Mmm,” he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of my head. “That’s even worse. Because then you might think you’re getting away, and I can’t have that.”

I could feel his smile against my hair, a grin that promised more. Turning in his arms, I brushed a stray lock of his dark hair back, fingers lingering as I gently trailed them down the side of his face. “If anyone’s ever tried to slip away from you, I don’t imagine they’d get very far.”

He chuckled, a low, rich sound that vibrated against me, his wings giving a small, lazy stretch. “True” He admitted. “But you know I’d never stop you”

I raised an eyebrow, amused. “You’d let me slip away?”

“I’d let you slip,” he murmured, pulling me closer, his lips brushing against my temple. “I’d just follow. And we’d end up right back here.”

His words were like honey and they made me melt into him even more. Gods was he perfect. And so were his words.

For a while, we both simply stood there, looking out at the world together. His hands were warm on my back, his breath soft and steady as he held me. Azriel’s rare moments of vulnerability, when he allowed himself to simply be around me, made me want to kiss every part of him, wanting him to know how I loved that he trusted me. He carried so much on his shoulders, the weight of past scars and current burdens that few knew of. He was gentle in ways he hardly acknowledged and I hated when he thought otherwise.

After a long moment, he gave a small sigh and rested his chin on my shoulder, his gaze distant as if he was already halfway out of Velaris. I knew what he was going to say so I beat him to it.

“Rhys is sending you out again soon, isn’t he?” I asked gently.

He nodded, his jaw tensing a little as he looked down at the city. “We’ve been getting reports from the borders. Faint movement.... but we're not sure what it is” His hand tightened on my waist as he spoke, and I felt his tension rise. “Rhys wants me to go in quietly, see what’s really going on.”

I placed a hand over his, giving him a reassuring squeeze. “You’ll handle it, Az. You always do. Just....be careful”

He looked at me, a mixture of tenderness and determination in his gaze. “Always, for you.” His fingers brushed a stray lock of hair from my face. “I’d never leave you waiting.”

A faint smile touched his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes. I hated goodbye's. But I couldn't stop them, so savouring every moment I had with him was crucial.

The sun continued to rise, casting golden light over the rooftops. “I’ll come back before you even miss me,” he murmured, the shadow of a smile on his face. As if he knew what I was thinking.

“I’ll hold you to that” I whispered, wrapping my arms around him a little tighter.

P.s) I haven't written in a while so I'm still trying to figure out who was on my taglist sorryy lovelies <3 also I would have posted this earlier except...idk how to que posts properly it seems

[dxrksong]

Memes!

Johnny meeting Richard for the first time

Dick: Jason?!

Johnny: Who the fuck are you?!

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Jason and Damien when Damien shows up at Wayne manor

Rivals? Frienamies.

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Jason: *core chirps for any reason randomly*

*gets several hundred chirps back in response with varying levels of emotions*

Jason: *looks around wildly* Hello?

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Gotham: *trying to convince Jason he needs ghostly parents and that her and the shade population are good candidates for such a task.*

Jason: *just realizing that he got adopted by the biggest hord of shades he's ever seen and a CITY ENTITY* Ō_Ō

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Jason: *has a shadow core*

The Shades: that is our little blorbo. We love him, he's ours.

Jason, just trying to figure out what the hell to do with his life: ????

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Gotham: look Jason, a bank robbery! Don't you want to join it?

Jason: I really don't want to actually.

Gotham, practically glowing: do you want to stop it then??

Jason: DO I LOOK LIKE A VIGILANTE TO YOU??!

Gotham: Yep! :) *picks up Jason*

Jason: W-WAIT!! GOTHI NO!!!- *Gets yeeted*

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Robin!Tim: *seeing Jason* oh fuck-uh. Wh-why are you here..?

Jason, who just got yeeted again: *defeated* as if I had a choice.

Tim: ?????

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Jason flees to a nearby city just to spite Gotham.

Only to forget that the nearest city was Nightwing's territory.

Nightwing: *tackles Jason off a building* LITTLE WING!!! How nice of you to visit me!!

Jason: *managing to stop the both of them from splattering onto the pavement with his hovering.* ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL US?!

NW: oh relax, I knew you'd catch us!

Jason: I don't even have a good handle on this and you know it!

NW: all the more reason to tackle you!

Jason: omfg Dick, if I didn't know for a fact you were fucking with me, I'd be REALLY concerned for your mental health!

NW: hey, that's what brothers are for!

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Jason: hey, Dick. Quick question.

Dick: oh?

Jason: how come you aren't freaking the fuck out about this? *gestures to himself*

Dick: oh trust me, I am. It's just I'm too happy you're alive right now to acknowledge it.

Jason: *totally not crying* oh...ok.

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Dick and Jason sparing

Dick: come on, Jason! Do the somersault I taught you!!

Jason: Dick, I can't even remember how to do a backflip!

Also Jason: *does a backflip automatically to dodge something*

Dick: You LIAR!

Jason: HOW DID I EVEN DO THAT???!

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Bruce: I miss Jason

Tim: I don't.

Bruce: just because you had a little fight-

Tim: he tried to kill me!

Batman: but he apologized didn't he?

Tim: he gave me. A juice box.

Batman:

Batman: oh.

Batman: I still miss him tho.

Tim: I know you do.

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Damien: *tries to kill Jason*

Jason: jokes on you, Brat! I'm already dead!

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Duke: *looks at Jason for the first time* what the fuck-

Jason: *literal blackhole thanks to his core* ??? What?

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Tim: *tries to kill the joker to get Jason on his good side*

Jason: *not only saw this but had vivid flashbacks and freaked out.*

Tim: *witnesses Jason going ghost and now is trapped in a bear hug, in some weird black dome* ??!!

Batman: where's my kid???

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[heartthrobin]

here kitty kitty

miguel o’ hara x gn!reader

wc: 1.2k

warnings: sunshine reader, grumpy miguel, also lovesick miguel, tooth-rotting fluff, kittens :)

an: went to go see ATSV again today and was thinking about my man so i needed to get this out. remember to reblog and comment to support your favourite writers <3

summary: you want a kitten. Miguel doesn’t want to share.

the air on earth 991 was cold.

an icy white blanket draped over the tops of the roofs in Manhattan, broken only by the red streaks whizzing between buildings - the serene snowy landscape interrupted by echoing grunts of fist colliding with metal.

even over your suit, the cold bit into your arms and up between the tendrils of your hair as you free fell down the side of a bank.

“Pav, on your left!” Jessica’s voice echoed down your earpiece.

you spat out a web at the building adjacent, body twisting and turning between the flailing green arms of the Dr Ock that had appeared on this earth where he most definitely did not belong.

a crack rung down the alleyway where Miguel’s foot connected with the anomaly’s jaw. a groan followed quickly after it and metal arms grappled at low hanging ledges, crumbling them beneath monstrous pressure.

“hey Pav,” you called your best friend over the microphone, sing-songing his name. “bet you can’t pin down more tentacles than me?”

“ha,” his voice bounced quickly back. “you are so on!”

you kicked off the edge of the red-brick side of the building, swan diving between flying metal.

thick white webs tangled over the nearest tentacle, your ankle wobbled dangerously beneath you when you landed against slippery ice-bitten tar.

“yn—“ a voice called through your earpiece again. “—stop being reckless. focus on his abdomen, it’s exposed.”

you giggled merrily, stomach swooping when your released a web and arched into a backflip far over Dr Ock’s head. “take a chill pill, Miggy.”

he hated when you called him that at work. preferred when it was shared in the privacy of his bed, when you’d lean lazily over his broad chest and pick at flecks of hair over his forehead.

“you’ll crease that pretty forehead, baby.” you crooned and then grunted, tugging down on the web that you’d managed to tangle around a metal arm.

Pavitr flew past in your peripheral vision. he sent a splatter of web straight at the anomaly’s face: there was a giant roar and the kick of Jessica’s motorcycle.

“para.” Miguel scolded, but you could hear the blush in his voice.

your mouth opened - in the corner of your eye you watched Jessica turn her head away - unleashing a supersonic scream that rippled down over the figure of Otto Octavius. trembling hands came over his ears, a useless attempt at defense, and four tentacles writhed painfully against the grey coloured sky.

Miguel and Pavitr came down in unison towards his exposed cranium.

it all seemed to end within seconds. Dr Ock concealed in the chamber of the portable prison and you panting over the sidewalk.

snow fell gently over the scene, the air unshaken by the violence down in the street. crumbled bits of rock littered car roofs and bodega doormats.

Jessica was leaning against the seat of her now parked motorcycle, Pav was strutting towards your figure and Miguel was edging down the side of the nearest building.

“i took him down so, technically, i won. you owe me a soda.”

Pavitr’s palm closed over your shoulder, warming the spot under his grip. “woah, woah woah. technically, you wouldn’t have done anything if i hadn’t screamed—“

the end of your sentence dissolved, abandoned. on the inner side of the sidewalk, close against the wall of the shut laundromat: you noticed a tiny black figure against the pure white snow.

“what—Pav look …”

you crunched through the knee high snow towards it, kneeling to scoop up the shivering creature.

two giant yellow eyes blinked down from where you held it up against the dying afternoon light.

“it’s a kitten.” your heart clenched tightly in your chest.

Pavitr reached a hand over, scratching a spot on the creature’s head with a single finger. the cat was barely bigger than a barbie doll. he meowed softly.

you tucked him against your chest, wrapping your arms over his small figure. “are you cold, sweetheart? you wanna come home with us?”

a tiny black tail swished under your arm. Pavitr laughed, “yeah. like Miguel would let that happen.”

you huffed. “that softie? he’s easy to break.”

“let’s get moving. back to HQ.” as if summoned by the mention of his name, Miguel was moving towards the team.

Jessica didn’t need to be asked again and disappeared through a blurry yellow, orange and red portal before Miguel had even fully reached the sidewalk.

the portal floated in place, buzzing and hissing with it’s brightness.

you turned to your boyfriend, black kitten tucked against you. his gaze was focused over his watch, tapping at the little yellow keyboard.

“Miguel.” you whined lowly. his eyes flickered down to you, drifting curiously over to the creature in your arms.

“mhm?” he hummed lowly, cautiously.

“isn’t he cute?” you pressed.

Miguel’s arms fell to his side. his face remained stoney. “yes. very cute.” his words were as interested as his expression. scarcely.

you stepped closer to him, invading his space in a way you knew nobody else ever could. your arms nudged his lower chest.

“he looks kinda like you, baby. all dark hair and big eyes.” as if he knew he was being mentioned, the cat stuck his little head out from the crevice of your arm to look up at the giant looming spider.

“what do you want?” he sighed softly, like he wasn’t absolutely dissolving under your sweet syrupy gaze.

“can’t we take him home?”

“you know we can’t do that.” his hands found his hips.

“he’s cold.” you shuffled forward, pressing up against his figure: jutting out your chin to rest on his warm chest. “he’s shivering, look.”

“that’s too bad for him.”

“are you really so heartless, Miguel?”

Miguel shrugged. lashes fluttering where his eyes were raking up and down your figure.

“yes.” he settled on.

it made you chuckle. your laughter bubbled against his suit, rumbling the kitten in your grasp. “no you’re not. you wouldn’t let me annoy you like this if you were.”

“maybe.” one hand came off his hip, running it’s palm over your sweaty forehead and pushing stray hairs back in place. he leaned down and pressed a warm kiss there. “but that doesn’t mean you’re keeping the cat.”

“aw, you guys are so adorable.” you’d just about forgotten that Pavitr was there. “it’s making me sick.”

Miguel flashed shining white fangs at him, a growl echoing from the depths of his throat.

“yeah, yeah.” Pavitr groaned, sidestepping his boss before disappearing into the portal. “i’ll see you two back at HQ.”

Miguel ushered you away. you set the kitten close to the door of a bakery where warm air was curling out from inside.

he was waiting for you by the portal, hand outstretched.

you took it, bumping into his side with the purest intention of annoying him.

“you gonna get me a cat, Miggy?”

he huffed. “what, so i can fight for your attention in my own apartment? no ways.”

you fell into step beside him through the portal. the headquarters appeared fuzzily into view.

“we’ll see.”

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it took less than a week of pestering before Miguel arrived home late after work with a tiny black kitten in a box.

you’d kissed him drunk and promised that he’d forever remain your favourite clawed and fanged creature in the apartment.

he didn’t seem to mind too much after that.

to be fair, his lips were too swollen and your tongue was too far down his throat for him to protest anyways.

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[darlingsfandom]

Hiiiii! I don't know if you're doing requests or not... but if so, could you do some type of affair thing? Like Cillian is at some gala and sees reader and wants her badly, even though he has a wife? Thanks!!

Hi, I can do that(:

TW: Cheating, fingering, face fucking, p in v unwrapped, no pull out, gagging.

Not proofread!

Lights flashed as many celebrites and other rich people made their way into Gala. You were hooked onto the arm of the Gala owner who was your best friend after all. He gave you a kiss on the cheek before walking around to greet all the guest.

You made your way around only to stop dead in your tracks as he walked in, Cillian Murphy! Your heart did a backflip watching him walk into the building. This had to be a dream. You stood there watching more like gawking at him.

"Good god, pick your jaw up off the floor!" Your best friend chuckled as he grabbed your shoulders from behind.

"DId you invite Cillian Murphy?

"I did!" "And you didn't tell me?" You playfully hit has his hand.

"Honey, he's married! Don't do something stupid." Your best friend patted your shoulder before running off again. A sigh left your lips. He's not wrong, you shouldn't do something stupid.

As the night went on you did your best to avoid Cillian. It was working well until you went to go freshen up , pushed back your seat and accidently hit someone making them spill their drink on your exposed cleavage.

"I'm sooo sorry." The apology was half assed. You gave an awkward smile before bolting out of the room, through the doors and into the hallway only to what felt like a wall.

"Fuck! I'm sorry!" You about bursted into tears.

"Hey tis okay, no need ta cry!" You knew that accent anywhere. Of all the people to run into. You looked up at Cillian through your lashes as he put his hand on your shoulder. "Are ya alright?" He asked giving your shoulder a squeeze.

"Uh yeah, just had some wine poured on my boobs..." He raised an eyebrow before looking to see a redish stain and drops going to your breasts. You had mentally slapped yourself. The two of you stood there looking at each other before you excused yourself to clean up the mess.

After cleaning up the wine, you took a second to double check your make up. Everything looked fine, your hair still looked nice flowing down your back and your little black dress was fine despite the wine. It was still hugging you all the way down to your feet that were in a nice pair of pumps. You made your way back out only to walk into Cillian again.

"We gotta stop meetin like tis." He chuckled as your cheeks turned bright pink.

"Well this is a dream come true for me!" Cillian smiled as you tucked some of your hair behind your ear. He reached forward, grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips before giving it a small kiss. He looked up at you and seen how red your cheeks were, butalso how your lips were parted slightly, eyes glazed. Your head tilted slightly making him stand up striaght and clear his throat.

"I shouldn't say this, but you're a very attractive lady and I.."

"kiss me!" You cut him off and he could'nt say no. He yanked you down the hall were it was more exclusive and pushed you up against the wall. His lips smashed into yours. You moved your lips hungerly against his. Teeth scrapped against teeth, hands all over each other as his tongue slid into your mouth. This was wrong, you knew it, he knew it, but neither of you could stop. The kisses got heavier by the second making you whimper into his mouth. Cillians hands squeezed at your hips making you grip onto his arms.

"I have ta confess, seen ya as soon as I walked in, knew i had to have ya." His words struck you making you clench around nothing.

"Have me!" You pleaded. Cillian looked around before taking you into what looked like an empty storage closet. You tripped over a bucket making him chuckle before pinning you agaisnt the metal rack. His hands snaked up your dress to pull your panties down around your ankles. His fingers gently rubbed against your folds. You watched carefully as he slowly pushed his index finger in you making you gasp.

"Shh honey, ya gotta be a good girl and be quiet." Cillian pressed his lips to yours and kissed you while sliding his finger in and out of you. He added another finger into you making you grip the rack behind you. Cillian kissed down your neck as he twisted his fingers in you. "Such a wet cunt and i barely touched ya."

"I've wanted you for so long!" You mumbled while your brain turned fuzzy because of how his fingers worked you over. Cillian pulled out his fingers and licked them clean before shoving them into your mouth. You sucked on his fingers while keeping lust filled eye contact. He pulled them back out so he could unbuckled his pants. You bit your lip and watched as his pants and boxers pooled around his ankles.

"oh fuck..." Your mouth hung open at the sight of his cock. It was what you had imagined. Nice, thick, average sized and a nice salt and pepper happy trail.

"It's yours honey." Cillian took your hand and placed it on his hardened cock. You wrapped your hand around the shaft while getting down on your knees. His hand rested on your head as he watched you wrap your lips around the head of his cock. You looked like an angel on your knees to him. The way your eyes glazed over as the head hit the back of your throat making you gag was pornographic. He swore this was heaven. Cillian threw his head back with a groan as you sucked him off like a desprate whore.

"Dats a good girl, suck me cock yeah.." His fingers tangled into your hair and yanked it to guide you down on his cock. Drool dribbled down your chin as he fucked your throat. The room echod the gagfing noises as you let him abuse your throat with his cock. Your hand reached down and massaged his balls making him moan. Cillian pulled you off and looked down to see the string of spit connecting your shiny lips to his cock, he smiled while pulling up to stand up straight before lifting up on of your legs.

Both of you looked each other in the eyes as he rubbed the head of his cock against your folds.

"Fuck me sir, please" Your words made Cillian push all the way inside of you in one movement.

"FUCK!" Both of you cried out. You felt so tight and warm around him. His cock was bigger than what you thought and it stung as you stretched. He held your hips as he started to slowly fuck into you. Your hands held onto his shoulders for better balance while he gently bounced you on his cock. Your mouth hung open making the prettiest moans escape. Cillian held onto you tighter, bouncing your faster as you held him tighter. You leaned in to kiss him desperatly, his tongue mixed with yours as he moaned into your mouth. Both of you were on clound nine.

"Fuck just like that Cillian!" You whimpered as he angled your hips to go higher. He grunted loudly. It was ectasy feeling his cock fuck into, the way his grunts made you clench, your hands gripping his jacket pulling him closer so you could bite his bottom lip. When he felt that, he moved his hands to under your ass and gave it a smack. He kneeded your ass cheeks while fucking senselessly into your cunt.

The heat rushed over your body. "Please please please! I need to cum Cillian!"

"Cum for me honey, make a mess on me cock!" His breath was hot and paced as you looked into his eyes. His cock was making you full. It was like nothing else exsited in that moment. Your orgasm hit you hard. You hands gripped onto his arms as you cried out his name. Your body shook hard as you clenched around his cock. Cillians own orgasm hit him hard and fast with no time to pull out. His cum filled you to the brim, you could feel the warm liquid dripping down your thighs and onto the floor. Cillian held onto you as the two of you came down from the high of your orgams.

"I'm sorry honey didn't mean ta cum in ya,. Ya just felt so good." He kissed the top of your head. You looked up at him with soft eyes and stroked his cheek. "It's alright, it's what I wanted." You kissed him while he pulled out of you. The two of you cleaned each other up the best you could. He offered you his arm to help you walk back out to the gala like nothing had happened.

"If you ever need a good time again..." You whispered to him. "I'm all yours."

[pinkandpurple360]

Trying to analyse apology tour just feels like sorting through slop

The opening is bizarre. A silent treatment has blitz crawling back to be listened to, his personality has done a large backflip from the angry pained person he was the day before. To a grinning idiot trying to make his first fan like him again.

He is used in the same way now as he was in the stupid opening song of the previous - for “mean” careless sex jokes, to be contrasted against the overly sensitive weepy, whiny, half self pitying half self aggrandising “woe is me” Prince. Who is just so above that sort of thing because he’s a deep, generous, kind, occasionally naive and silly innocent romantic precious baby boi with sad backstory. Oh brother. Bring out the violins.

This type of bias from the solo author, Medrano, is just embarrassingly obvious. She gives stolas every win, all of his points are framed as right, she only lets the other character argue if he incriminates himself by warped facts, in a way that can contribute to stolas being right. She doesn’t even try and write this as an “argument.” It’s a case of her favourite OC evar educating and schooling the OC she is less fond of right now, with his superior mind and superior super deep beautiful emotions always put in a background of stars and constellations. Feelings that in truth, don’t go beyond “I want you around cause I’m lonely.”

In between making him cry and weep for our pity, she adds in moments of unfounded indignant behaviour, rage that his privilege dare be questioned, moments of malicious torment, and shaming. Copious amounts of shame. All to pleasure her audience with the satisfaction of stolas winning.

He is just enraged that his ‘feelings’ of attachement that define his identity at this point, are not being returned adequately with acts of servitude, praise, flattery, and gratitude. And while this biased scene is bad enough, Verosika has to be inserted to enable stolas and build him up as if Vivziepop isn’t doing it enough herself with this writing. Because as we probably all know, stolas doesn’t have any friends of his own. He only has Blitzøs adversaries to join with, or a loved one who Blitz is arguing with, to back him up because doing that makes blitz pissed off.

Nobody can defend stolas without just projecting their own feelings about something else, onto him. Or regurgitating his frankly irrelevant tragic backstory. Because this writer knows this is a very bare bones argument she’s trying to make. You have to squint terribly hard and erase a lot of events to make the owl look good and most importantly, look right. Because he isn’t. He’s a creep who believes he fell in love with his object and has never stopped treating him as just an object to throw gifts at in exchange for his loyalty.

He speaks in this whimpery, shaky but loud and overpowering voice, commanding the whole situation. But is given tears in his eyes between each breath enough that you don’t question it. It’s very hard to watch.

The party. What ensues is vivziepop having a slightly worrying fixation with torturing blitz and wishing death on him, using countless nameless voiceless characters as props. And all of them exist, of course, to be enablers of stolas and make him look morally good and correct. But they’re also made into such filthy commoners that the dear pretty clean beautiful prince is terrified of their barbaric rituals. Verosika while rich, is still his emotional support poor.

“He is better than him, he is better than all of them, he is better than everyone. He cries, he gives gifts, he sings songs about his lovely love. Stinky blitz only talks about penises and cloaca’s and says fuck. Stol’s is just so silly, he is baby. Poor baby. Speak from your heart baby.He deserves so much. He sings so fantastic. If you don’t think so, kill yourself.”

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Definition of trying too hard. If you’re a writer and one of your OCs takes this much of an emotional hold over you, you need to stop writing and re-evaluate.

[toulousewayne]

Batfam and Batsis Headcannon: The Teams Part 1

Majority of DCU knows about the Batfamily and many work with them and have formed teams with them. However, while many have worked with Y/n she was never officially on anyone’s team. In fact a lot of the League have never worked with her but a select few have had the chance.

Superman and Wonder Woman have worked with her countless times, there were even times that had to fill in for Batman and she assisted them. It goes without saying Diana Prince loves all of the Batkids but Y/n definitely has a special bond with the Princess. While Barbara oversaw most of Y/n’s training she was trained by others. Her most worked with trainer was Diana herself.

Barbara had Y/n complete her training with Diana and she had to win in order for Barbara to give her final blessing for her to suit up.

“Remember never go for the obvious attack.” Diana swiftly block Y/n’s bow staff strike and shove her backward.

“Never let your opponent get your weak spot,” she attempted to strike the girl who backflipped out the way and block two punches,”You’ll face many who will not stop because you are a child, you must fight them with your all. And then,” she kicked the back of Y/n’s knee and she caught herself before hitting Diana in the chest.

“You give more. Never let your guard down.” Y/n smirked. Diana returned the smirk,”Good. Again child.”

She always worked with Clark, before Tim joined she had to protect the city while Batman and Nightwing were in England to find information about a Drug Lord who had recently smuggled weapons and drugs into the city and need to find him in London.

“Are you sure your gonna be okay, I can ask Wally to—“

“I’ll be fine mother hen.” She scoffed putting on her utility belt and cape.

“I know you will, but I’d rather be safe than sorry that’s why I’ve asked Clark to visit you throughout the next two nights.”

“What! So you don’t trust me after all!” She stocked over to him but he pulled his cowl up and hopped into the Batwing.

“He’s there as backup.” Nightwing joined him and with that they raced out of the cave.

Batgirl stood overtop of a building while listening to a group of armed men break into one of Black Mask’s buildings.

“Show time.” She threw smoke and glided down and began fighting them. She didn’t realize there was several more around the corner and soon she was surrounded by some armed and unarmed men.

“Where you gonna go now Brat-girl?”

“I don’t know yet maybe Amusement Mile,but you are so going to Blackgate creep.”

“You little bitch I’m gonna—“ before he could shot her his body was sent flying into a group of trash cans.

“Now that’s no way to talk to a young lady.” Superman smirked. The other goons looked like they were gonna shit their pants and Batgirl rolled her eyes.

“Go ahead pretend like I’m not here.” He quickly took all the remaining guns and crushed them into a ball.

Batgirl quickly started fighting the shocked and terrified goons until one managed to run but Superman met him around the corner and the goon passed out before he could do anything. He brought him back to the alley where Batgirl was tying up the rest of the goons.

“I had him.”

“Uh huh,sure you did.” Superman dropped the goon and Batgirl cuffed him to a dumpster.

She grappled to the rooftops where Superman was floating above as sirens could be heard in the distance.

“So,how about a pizza break. I can fly us to Sicily?” He offered.

Batgirl stood before the Kryptonite for a moment,”A Large Margarita?”

He grinned,”Scouts Honor.” She scoffed and climbed onto his back,”Dad’s right you kinda are a bit of a Boy Scout.” And he took off,”What’s wrong with that?” He asked innocently.

The other members of the league she did get to meet as well. She loved spending time with with J’onn while she studied as it was very quiet in the command room.

“So do all Martian have your powers, or are you just one of a kind?”

“While most of my people have gifts and abilities my were more advanced then those in my age group when I was younger.” He didn’t even turn in her direction as he continued to type away on the keyboard.

She tapped her pen on her Geometry textbook.”What was it like, on Mars before the invasion?”

He continued typing for a few minutes before stopping.” It was Home, many things here on Earth are alike. Such as bonds with friends and family, we had our customs and traditions as well. Many think we are so different and while yes there is a difference between an Earthling and a Martian may of us fiction the same in terms of daily living.” He was solemn for a bit before returning to typing.

“Well, I’m glad the team has as someone like you around.” The Martian grinned. “And I’m sure the Bat is lucky to have daughter so curious and eager to learn about different cultures.”

“He better be.” The tween smiled.

She had taken a liking to listening in on League conversations, many of which weren’t even about missions just chaos and disaster.

“Thats’s a bunch of bull!” Hal shouted as Barry and Dinah entered the canteen with irrigation painted across their faces.

Y/n was munching on cheese fries and reading a book Jason gave her a long time ago.

“Hey kid, how’s book going?” Dinah took a seat next to her. “It’s good, what is Hal whining about today?”

She smirked stealing a fry,”He thinks your father is a vampire or something because he’s never seen during the daytime.” She sighed.

“How did you guys even get on this topic?” She marked her book and placed it down eating her fries with Dinah.

“He’s human for crying out loud!” Barry whined sitting down with his tray of hamburgers, nachos, cheese fries and sandwiches.

Hal sat down to taking a large gulp of his Cherry Cola,”Look I’m just saying if we throw Holly water on the Bats he could burst in flames.”

Y/n rolled her eyes under her mask and muttered,”I see why John is the smart Lantern.” Hal turned his gaze to her and grinned.

“Hey kiddo, why don’t you enlighten us. You live with Dracula does he ever walk into the sunlight, does he ever run from garlic, does he ever state food on holy ground?”

“Only when it’s Lasagna night and you eat garlic bread too, But he doesn’t smell like a garlic plant like you do.” Dinah had to hide her face but Barry was doubled over laughing.

“Definitely the Bat’s kid.” He grumbled walking away while checking his breath.

Y/n spent many weekends at Titans Tower before and after becoming Batgirl. She enjoyed being dragged to new pop up shops with Kory or visiting the vintage camera stores with Donna.

She also would play video games with Gar and Victor or mediate with Raven.

“You know the garden at the Manor are great place for tranquility.” She opened one eye looking in Raven’s direction.

“Tempting, I may take you up on that offer Y/n.” Raven had a tiny grin on her face.

“RAVEN! You’ve Hogged Y/n ALL MORNING!” The two turned to Gar who had a annoyed look on his face. Y/n giggled at his antics but Raven sighed.

“We’re mediating, beside you just want her to rematch you in Mario Party and we all know she’ll beat you anyway.” She replied.

“Not True!”

Kori, Dick and Wally enter the room and watch the two bicker back and forth. Y/n slips away to the kitchen where Victor is making pancakes.

“Do they ever not fight?” She turned to Victor who placed two plate of chocolate chip pancakes down. Wally took the other seat and began to devour them.

“This goes without but I doubt they even like breathing the same air as each other.” Wally commented with his face covered in syrup and chocolate chips.

“YOUR ANNOYING!”

“YOU SNORE!”

Dick and Kori watch from the kitchen as Vic hands them plates too.

“Y/n there’s a new sale, would you like to join me after breakfast?” Kori beamed.

“Of course, besides Dick promised to take me to the bookstore next door.” Everyone turned their gaze to the one and only Flying Grayson with syrup now covering his face.

“What?” The girls snickered at Dick but soon the voices of the other two took back over.

“Get a room already!” Victor yelled, which caused them to start bickering with him and Dick covered his face while everyone else ate and watched.

[distractedducky]

Ok, so it's been a minute since the Teen Wolf movie came out and I finally have the perspective to think about how I would turn it into a canon-compliant and resource-consistent movie rewrite. 

If I’m limited to the actors that signed on and the general plot beats of Allison coming back to life, getting the band back together, using the nemeton in some way, Harris and Eli hale. Here is how I would have done it: (please note I have hindsight and no writing ability and even though I mention Monroe a lot she will not actually need to be on screen to comply with not having her actor in the movie)

We kick off not in Japan, not with Scott, none of that. 

Beacon Hills is now a supernatural open town in a county that has spent years dealing with the result of an active nemeton. We imply changes through cut shots, like mystic shops and familiar names on fliers.  We use the whole county for the surrounding areas to show off these Suttle changes to known locations. Pictures of the original cast in the trophy cases at the high school, the McCall clinic on an open shot of what was once Deaton’s vet office, Mason and Parrish getting into a squad car outside the station. Hale Mechanics and audio body store (more like an AutoZone vibe to cement it more into the community). Kids getting out of class or practice doing a casual backflip down the stairs and another kid pushing them for “showing off” the jeep driving fast down the main street. 

We can have a voice-over explaining the main antagonist of the series, the hunters, and how BH though not completely open has accepted supernaturals in a low-number situation as Monroe spent years building up her militia. They did exactly what the show told us they would do, they followed the beacon to the town and found someplace safe. Monroe and the hunters after the death of the final big bad in season 6 and prolonged investment from the BH pack that we see in the time skip of the last episode, were basically reduced to code breakers and young hunters in the last few years. Everyone we know grew up and used their connections to take them down.

We cut to a flashback of a mass arrest of hunters with a joint sheriff’s department and FBI takedown (this is an illusion to Stiles who will not be in the film because we are sticking to actors who signed on to return)

Then we go back to the present day where we get a bit of a where are they now, how everyone settled into new roles, This is shown to us through little Vignette not just told to us but again I'm not a writer I'm going to sum up. We see Christ and Melissa splitting up as he went back to France to work on further cleaning up and spreading new hunter ideology “we protect those who can’t protect themselves”, Jackson working with other packs internationally to network safety and protection plans and help relocate supernatural after hunter problems (illusions to his comfy life with Ethan and happy overseas), mason and Liam staying intown starting their own careers (Liam opening a dinner and working with a new supernatural who came to town in the years – our new kitsune), Malia returning and working for Derek after spending time overseas and wanted to build a home in the one place she felt human, Lydia starting her own tech company with another illusion to Stiles traveling for FBI work, showing that he is not around a lot but they are, if not still together, still in each other’s lives,  Scott setting up his animal clinic and rescue along with our new friends, a couple of werewolves (the two we saw in the opening along with some background people we only need for the scene) that come in and out of the town that Scott takes in, some stay, some move on, but all of them are still pack (that's the vibe we are going for), this would also go to explain that people like Hayden left and Cory might be out of town right now but are still around. This would also help explain our new kitsune as well as an introduction to characters that could connect to Eli. (it’s a movie let’s make the world feel bigger) Eli should be about a year younger or so and we don’t have to explain his parentage but can emphasize that his mother might have been one of those strays affected by either Kate or the Argents or a different hunter group, maybe someone Derek met between 4-6 instead of in the middle of 3a-3b. 

We go to the nemeton when Scott or Derek is talking to Deaton or the sheriff about how things have settled and stabilized (this could be like the scene with the fire and how Eli has stolen the jeep again or Scott has just done an animal rescue and is talking to Deaton post) and we see a hooded figure doing some kind of sacrificial ritual at the roots of the stump - we see a girl in the dirt - we see her eyes - Its Allison. 

Then we can cut to a similar scene of Argent coming back into town, a little time has passed we get a few scenes of Eli trying to fit in with the other high school kids and not doing great, the sheriff running things around town. We did all the set-up scenes and character introductions in the first third/half with the cutaways to something happening in the background. we have little hints that things have been going wrong or strange, a call from Isaac (not seen) to Chris about Allison, rumors Jackson is hearing about an Argent heir, the sheriff talking to Derek about Stiles comes up in a conversation about how it has been weirdly quiet, Lydia drawing or seeing something weird or arrow related, etc. 

The movie is now about finally ending the thing that started this all, hunter involvement, and the main issue is a confused Allison who doesn’t have her memories and was convinced by someone that the BH pack is the enemy and must be destroyed. We watch as the rest of the pack come together to figure out  - if she’s back - how she’s back - who brought her back, it's calling back to early seasons 1 and 2 'who done it' with a few twists when we find out Monroe is dead but was dabbling in something weird – this can be what Peter is here for. 

We get Chris reuniting with everyone and talking to Scott and Deaton about Allison, with illusions to Isaac still in France. We get Jackson back with more of a reason for being there with the noise he has been hearing as a legitimate reason to think hunters are moving again and the lost argent heir that brings him home. We get Peter being the best and a group of kids, Eli plus some of the other strays we saw in the beginning of the movie, being dragged into a war they all thought was long behind them if they were aware of it at all. (those be our New Teen Wolves) Derek is still a dad, but his kid isn’t scared of being a werewolf or shifting but more embarrassed he can’t shift because there are other slightly older, cooler supers in his life (2) and he can’t talk to his dad, the full shifter, about his problems so he is acting out. 

we can still have the group trying to find the nemeton again and we can still have interpersonal relationships, but we make the focus simpler and more human. We get Allison relearning who she is and who she was to all these different people while also setting up a new mystery for these new young wolves that their parents are trying to keep them away from. Allison relearning herself is slower and intercut with everyone not just Scott. The twist being that it really is kinda over, at least with Monroe, but that it's never really over. That Harris was brought back as a test drive for Allison and instead used her to get his own revenge, and then we can end on that ominous plug for a new show that they were pushing. 

Idk this is all I’ve really got, I’m not a writer, but can you see it?!

I know it’s a little fanficy but 1 that’s what I’m doing and 2 so was the movie, OMG was it the most fanfic trope thing I’ve ever seen.

I feel like it's something. It will never happen and hindsight is 20/20, we can’t play what-ifs. But if I could, I would have made this movie instead of what we got. 

Monroe’s last stand, bringing back people from the dead and manipulating them to do her work for her only for it to blow up in her face with Harris and Allison. The real end to the Argents as hunters with Allison coming back and fully embracing the new Beacon Hills and Scott. Relearning what the show was kind of trying to teach us even if it was doing a super poor job most of the time. 

Tell me I’m crazy, I want to hear your thoughts. 

I know this is nuts, but I had to write this out and send it into the void before it ate me up inside. 

[bathomet-writes]

Could- 👉👈 could I perhaps ask for a rise Mikey x reader short, where like: it starts with a flashback of the boys as kids, going outside for the first time and while exploring, Mikey spots this little girl on the playground and just thinks she's the prettiest creature he's ever seen, so he goes to give her a flower, completely forgetting he's a mutant and like, readers scared at first but then sees the flower and is suddenly flattered

And then flashback ends: Mikey is now left hopelessly in love with reader, who the boys have now been friends with for a long time and reader is like well dam aware of mikeys crush, but decides to act like she doesn't know to see how long it'll take Mikey, but after a failed attempt of impressing reader by almost getting hurt, reader is just like 'fuck it' and makes the first move

If u don't wanna do it then just pretend u don't see this, and if ur interested, feel free to make any changes you'd like. Also pls do not feel rushed and have a good day.

candy hearts and paper flowers

relationship: Mikey x F!reader

warnings: romantic, fluff, humor, minor hurt/comfort, kissing, sfw

word count: 5,289

author's note: omg..my first request!! this was so fun, i've never written for mikey before. i hope you like it!!

Mikey peeks his head out, lifting the manhole cover up a couple of inches to get a look around. The sliver of light that flooded out from the outside was mesmerizing. He blinks, adjusting to the brightness. 

“Woah…!” He lifts the lid even higher. 

“What do you see?” Donnie whispers. “Is it a horse? I read that there are horses out there sometimes.”

“You read that there are horses in New York? Please,” Leo sighs. 

Raph climbed up the ladder behind the other three, urging them to keep moving. “Quit holdin’ up the line!”

Leo and Donnie crash into one another, knocking their noggins awkwardly. “OW!”

Heaving the manhole cover to the side, Mikey jumps through the air. He tucks his body in to do a quick backflip, crying out a high-pitched “Hoo-wah!”

Mikey stood in hushed amazement, taking in the view of the street they popped out of. He’d only seen places like this on T.V. or in comic books, or while sneaking secret looks through sewer drains. But to stand on the pavement, feeling the dirt and grit beneath his toes, it was something else. He simply couldn’t contain his excitement any longer. 

“This is amazing! Hello dumpster! Hello alley cat! Hello mysterious rainbow-colored puddle!” He hopped and skipped with glee, greeting every object his eyes fell on. 

Eventually, Donnie, Leo, and Raph made their way out of the sewer to join him. They too were taken with the mundane sights around them, amazed at the fact that they were finally above ground. Donnie had already pulled out a crumpled up notepad to scratch down notes. Little observations of the people and buildings he saw. Leo was equally enraptured, following Donnie around as he pointed out various things on the ground. 

“Woah, a used cigarette. Cool!”

“Don’t eat it,” Raph warns. 

The red-clad turtle was trying his best to stay vigilant of his brothers, making sure none of them wandered too far off or ingested something they shouldn’t. He couldn't help but be star-struck as well, however. The ambient sounds of cars passing by and humans talking amongst themselves filled his ears. Raph claps his hands together, getting the others’ attention. 

“Okay, boys. Splinter said we could come up and explore for exactly thirty minutes. Not thirty-one minutes, thirty minutes.” Raph gathered up everyone in a tight huddle, laying down the ground rules. “If any of you mess this up for us–”

“All we have to do is keep a low profile and not die, right?” Leo scoffs.

Mikey nods enthusiastically, siding with Leo. “Easy as pie!”

“I concur. Let us all go our separate ways and reconvene here in a half-hour. Commence the synchronizing of watches.” Donnie readjusts his glasses on the ridge of his nose before hitting a button on his wrist. 

That was all Mikey needed to hear before bounding away, giggling to himself. “Cowabunga!”

Raph was soon left standing by himself as the others followed suit, going off in separate directions. Sputtering, he calls out to them. “W-Wait up! Don’t leave me alone!”

Quickly, he chooses to run after Leo across the street. 

Mikey made a beeline through a nearby alleyway to explore its contents. The smell was strangely worse up here than it was down in the sewers. The pungent scent of garbage made his nose scrunch up in disgust. 

“Nasty. Humans just leave their trash lying out like this?”

Once he gets one last look at the graffiti markings on the brick wall, he flattens himself to the corner of the building to check out the perimeter. There were a couple people walking around, talking on phones and looking somewhat distracted. Taking a chance, Mikey steps out onto the sidewalk, suddenly very nervous. 

The locals didn’t seem too interested in a pre-teenage mutant ninja turtle, not so much as sparing him a passing glance. Mikey twiddles his fingers together, almost waiting for someone to scream out in horror. 

“Huh…” he blinks. “I guess New Yorkers really have seen everything.”

He scans around for a moment, casually people-watching. There were so many humans, and they all looked so different! 

Suddenly, his eyes catch a glimpse of a playground just a couple of yards away. His eyes go wide, sparkling. 

“Omigosh!” Without thinking, he sprints over.

The playground was sizable, seemingly a part of a larger park in the neighborhood. Mikey marveled at the monkey bars, jungle gym, and various slides. He does one more double-take, making sure there was no one else around, before launching himself into the air. 

“Aw, yeah! All mine, baby.”

For the next fifteen minutes or so, Mikey sampled all the playground had to offer. This kind of place was the perfect outlet for all his manic energy. He swung off of every monkey bar, climbed through all the plastic tunnels, and dug through the sandbox for any potential treasures that were hidden away. 

As he buried himself within a sand castle he constructed, Mikey patted himself into a cocoon. “There, perfect.”

“What are you doing?” A tiny voice calls out.

“Hm?”

Mikey turned his head toward the swingset to his left. Somehow, he failed to notice a human girl sitting right beside him. She sat clutching the chains of the swing, letting her foot move herself slightly back and forth. 

“I said, what are you doing? You’re gonna get sand everywhere.”

Mikey laid there, looking up to the sky in deep thought. Only his head was visible, while the rest of his body was buried in the sand. That must be the reason why she wasn’t terrified by the sight of his unusual green skin. 

“I like being buried.” He chirps. 

The girl continued to stare, pushing herself lazily on the swing. “Whatever.”

Mikey turns back and gives her a pleasant smile. He was thankful for the company, even if it was a slightly annoyed human. As he opened his eyes to fully look at her, he felt a sudden tightness in his chest. And it wasn’t just from being trapped in a sand prison. 

Mikey didn’t know how to describe it. He could look at a painting and call it beautiful, or look at the moon up above and say it was enchanting. But the person sitting next to him, looking at him with slight indignation, left him gobsmacked.

She tried to look away and continue to enjoy her swing in peace, but she felt Mikey’s eyes bore into her. 

“Do you want me to leave or something?” She sighs.

“What’s your name?”

She turns back to him, a small frown gracing her charming features. The way her scowl curled to the side was adorable. Every minute detail of her face was drawing Mikey in. 

“What’s your name?”

Suddenly, Mikey sits up and lets the sand fall from his person. “Michael. Angelo. Michaelangelo!”

Her annoyed expression falls away as she takes notice of his shell. The green skin, the bald head, suddenly it clicked. 

“You’re a…?”

Mikey scrambles up, putting his hands out in a placating gesture. “I-I know, it’s weird! Is it the mask? It’s the mask, isn’t it?”

He reaches up to untie it and pull it off of his head. Holding it out before him, Mikey waves it around in her face. “See!”

Scoffing, she bats his hand away. “I mean you’re a turtle!”

Mikey secures his mask back on before giving her another winning smile. He shoots his hand out for a shake. 

“Yup! And you are…?”

“I’m leaving.” She slaps his hand away again, rejecting his friendly gesture. 

Mikey watches as she moves to sit up, heart-broken. His lips tremble slightly as he rubs at his hand. Maybe he was being too presumptuous, but he didn’t really expect to get such a cold welcome his first day up on the surface. 

His eyes search around, desperate to find a reason to make her stay. “Wait! I can push you on the swing? If you want…?”

She stops, looking back at Mikey. After a couple seconds of contemplation, she sits back down.

“I guess that’s fine.”

Instantly, Mikey’s mood does a 180. “Yes!”

Stepping behind her, Mikey places his hands on the chains. He begins to step backward and lift the girl into the air. She gulps, her hands gripping tighter.

“This is kinda high.”

“That’s the best part! Here. We. Go!”

Then, Mikey reels back and lets the swing go. He doesn’t take into account the fact his strength was a little more intense than most, accidentally sending the girl flying.

Screaming, she does a full rotation. Mikey stares on in horror as she does another spin. And another. Eventually, she becomes tied to the top rung of the swing set, bound tightly by the chains. 

“That, uh…might be a little too high?” He chuckles.

“GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!” She wails, wiggling against her restraints. “How did you even do that?!”

Mikey quickly jumps up into the air and lands on the bar. He gives her an apologetic look, feeling like he was in real trouble. 

“Sorry! I’m so, so sorry! Let me just—“

She blinks at him, watching as he untangles her from the swing. “You’re…really strong!”

She grins in spite of herself. Her limbs finally go slack and she’s pulled up into Mikey’s grasp. He holds her for a second before gently setting her back on the ground. 

“I’m really sorry again. I kinda can’t control my own strength yet.”

Mikey hangs his head as he lands on the wood chip surface of the playground. 

She kicks her feet, feeling a little awkward for making such a fuss about it. He looked so genuine, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

“It’s fine…That was actually kind of fun.”

Mikey looks up, hopeful. “It was?”

She nods, holding out her hand. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Mikey beams, his eyes shining like stars. He wasn’t sure what it was about this girl that was making him so upbeat. Well, more upbeat than he usually was. He launches forward and brings her into a tight hug, shaking her back and forth. 

“Y/N! You’re my first new human friend! The first of many!”

She groans, trying to escape his enthusiastic hold. “Okay, that’s enough!” 

Chucking, he releases her. “Right. Sorry, too much.”

Mikey rubs the back of his head, smiling goofily at her. She flits her eyes down to his mouth, noticing his missing tooth. Without thinking, she covers her mouth. 

“Your teeth.”

Mikey, feeling suddenly very bashful, closes his mouth. “Yeah, I know. My dad says the tooth gap will go away eventually, but…”

The girl blinks, moving her hand away. She didn’t mean to make him embarrassed at all. To Mikey’s shock, she breaks out in quiet laughter. 

“H-Hey!” He shouts, waving his hands around. “That’s not very nice!”

She laughs even harder, moving her hands away from her mouth. Then, Mikey sees it. She was missing her top right canine. 

Blushing, she points up to her teeth. “You’re just like me! I lost this tooth last week. That’s so funny!”

Mikey’s eyes go wide, watching her continue to heartily laugh. Slowly, his lips curl into a smile. He chuckles along with her, his voice steadily growing in volume. 

As the two of them wind down, Mikey’s smile falls away. He never really interacted with a real human before, was this how he was supposed to feel? His stomach was full of butterflies, hands opening and closing out of sheer restlessness. 

“Can I give you something?”

Walking back to lean against the swing, she nods. “Depends.”

Mikey sweats, realizing he didn’t really have anything to give her. He pats his chest, searching for a gift. “I— I’m gonna give you…”

Looking down, a couple of dandelions sprouting out of the corner of the sandbox catches his eye. Mikey quickly picks them from the ground and presents them to her. He accidentally tore them out by the roots, stringy grass and dirt dangling from the flowers. 

“Flowers! You’re supposed to give cute girls flowers!”

“You…think I’m cute?”

Before he can respond, Mikey notices a large clock face against the side of a neighboring building. It had already been a half-hour! Panicking, he shoves them into her hands before running away.

“GOODBYE!” He screeches.

Mikey peels out, sprinting back toward the direction of the manhole cover he emerged from. He stumbles and trips on the wood chips, accidentally getting some in his mouth. 

“Blecch—!”

He scrambles up to continue his ungrateful exit, leaving the girl behind. She sits dumbfounded, staring at the bouquet of dandelions. A small blush colors her cheeks. 

—

You smile to yourself, remembering the day you and Mikey first met. 

You look over to him as the two of you stroll through the same park. A good number of years later, things were relatively unchanged. The playground had a couple of updates, some new equipment. Tonight’s destination, however, was the botanical gardens. Mikey insisted that you accompany him tonight, eager to show you the exhibits.

“And, why couldn’t this have waited until tomorrow again?” You ask.

“Because,” he skips ahead, giving you his signature gap-toothed smile. “There’s no one around at night!”

You fold your hands behind your back, winking at him. “So we’re breaking in.”

“No. We’re sneaking in.” He corrects.

Chuckling, you playfully shove him aside. “You just want an excuse to hang out with me alone, don’t you?”

You close your eyes, confidently walking forward. You hear Mikey sputter and cough, having seemingly been found out. He tries his best to cover up his bashfulness with a cool facade. 

“W-What’s so wrong with some good-natured plant watching between friends? You need a little more culture in your life, and who better to provide it than me.”

Mikey places his thumb and forefinger on his chin, his eyes glinting under the dull moonlight. 

“Uh-huh. Sure,” you scoff. 

You didn’t consider yourself a particularly perceptive person. Especially when it came to matters of deciphering people’s intentions. But, Michael was unfortunately kind of an open book. He wore his heart on his sleeve, the poor guy. 

Even a fool could see that he was head over heels for you. You’re not too sure if Mikey had always had a crush on you, but lately he had made quite an effort to shower you with attention. His texts were more frequent, sending you random online quizzes and songs that you just had to see. Mikey was always pretty touchy-feely with his family and friends, giving out plenty of hugs. He was a very physically intimate turtle, sometimes to your detriment. 

“We’re here!”

His voice rips you from your thoughts and you glance up. 

Before you stood a grand building, composed almost entirely of glass windows. The yard surrounding the gardens were almost a little more impressive, countless hedges and water features decorating the area. 

Mikey slides up next to you, waggling his eyebrows. “Right?”

“Okay, this is pretty cool.” You smirk.

“I know. Allow me to razz my tazz…”

You watch as he backflips into the air and sticks to the exterior of the glass building. How did he do that, you wonder? Mikey feels around the glass panel, looking for the loose edge to wiggle himself into. He finally finds it, knocking his elbow against the window. 

Suddenly, he slides in, letting out a surprised squawk. “WOAH—!”

You cringe hearing him fall through a number of limbs, leaves shaking and vines ripping from the impact. The jungle of foliage inside was dense, so you can’t really see where Mikey lands. You run up to the service door, waiting for him to give you some sort of signal.

“Oh, Michael? Are you dead?” You cup your hands together, calling out to him in a sing-song voice. 

Pressing your face against the door, you strain your ears to listen closely. Silence. You click your tongue in annoyance.

“I’m gonna call Raph.” You slowly reach for your pocket.

Mikey slams his head against the other side of the door, his pleading face squished against the glass. “NO, DON’T!”

“AAAH—! Don’t jumpscare me like that!” You shriek. 

Mikey quickly throws open the door before pulling you in by your shirt collar. Stumbling in, you nearly fall over. You huff indignantly while he lifts you back up on your feet. For such a little guy, he sure was strong. 

“Falling for me already, eh?” He jokes. 

You flick his nose. “In your dreams.”

He awkwardly snickers at you, feeling a little shy about his casual flirtation. Mikey didn’t know if he was coming off as cute or just creepy, unable to gauge your reaction. You were always a little more cool and collected than him, your quick wit and charm rivaling even Leo’s. It was humbling, even a little attractive. He follows you from behind like a love-sick puppy, desperate to impress you. 

The two of you eventually walk into the center of the botanical garden and stand in awe of the plant life. Part of you wishes that Donnie was here to inform you both on each and every plant name, he was full of fun facts like that. But, you were happy just to have Mikey here to yourself. It was a good opportunity to test out a theory you had brewing in the back of your brain. 

“So, what first?” You smile, turning to Mikey. “Lead the way.”

He gives you an even bigger smile, eager to have you on the hook. “Oh! There’s that one stink plant!”

He directs you to the right, walking ahead of you before stopping dead in his tracks. You peek your head over his shoulder, looking around curiously.

“What?”

“I, uh— I forgot we kinda made it into a mutant with a security guard.” He chuckles.

You stare at his face, looking all at once bashful and spacey. Smirking, you edge your head closer to his. You were usually pretty touch-averse, but maybe you could try being more physically intimate with him. Just to see what would happen.

“Maybe that’s for the best. I know you have a very sensitive nose,” you whisper. 

Mikey covertly gulps, caught off guard by your sudden closeness and your low voice in his ear. “Let’s go look at the babbling brook! I think I can hear it…babbling!”

Spinning around, he grabs your hand and drags you along behind him. 

You bite at your lower lip, entertained by his flustered behavior. You hated to admit it, but teasing Mikey was just too much fun. You hold his hand tighter.

“Aww, it’s like a tiny waterfall!” You gush, walking up to stand beside Mikey. “I wonder if there are any fish in here?”

Mikey shakily lets go of you, placing his hands on his hips. “There actually are. Lemme show you!”

You furrow your brows, watching Mikey step into the tiny river. The water led to a larger pond, lilly pads and other aquatic plants scattered about the surface.

“That’s probably a bad idea,” you warn. You follow him along the bank, careful not to step on any of the flowers.

“Relax. I’m a turtle, water is my natural habitat.”

You narrow your eyes. “Don’t Ornate box turtles drown really easily?”

He tosses his head at you, continuing to march forward. “That’s a myth.”

You fold your arms over your chest, meeting his cocky gaze with your unimpressed scowl. 

“Let’s see…I think I saw a fish somewhere around here.” Mikey leans down, moving aside a lily pad to investigate. “Ah-hah! Told ya.”

He shoots back up, holding out an orange-spotted koi fish. It thrashed wildly in his grasp, flapping its tail against his hand. 

Sighing, you walk closer to the edge of the pond. “You’re gonna regret that.”

“I’m putting it right back, okay? Chill—“

Suddenly, a whole army of koi fish swarm around Mikey’s feet in the water. They apparently did not take too kindly to his rude intrusion. You wordlessly watch on as Mikey got practically attacked by a dozen or so fish, their tails repeatedly slapping against his body.

“Woah, hey! Stop that! I’m not your enemy! AAA—!” Mikey tries to run out, lifting his legs high and shaking off a fish that had clamped its jaw onto his foot. 

Your hands grip onto your arms in an attempt to stop yourself from laughing. But, as soon as you see Mikey fall into the water, you break. Cackling, you grab at your sides as Mikey pitifully splashed around in the pond. 

“This is amazing!” You tease. “I’m sending this in the group chat.”

“Help me! I lied, I’m drowning!” Mikey screams, waving his limbs about. 

You hold your phone out and start recording a video, chuckling. “The water’s barely a foot deep.”

The last koi fish gives Mikey a harsh slap across the face, leaving him behind to lie in the water. He looked utterly shocked and defeated. 

Once you’ve gotten all the evidence you need, you stow your phone away and kick off your shoes and socks. You were cruel, but you weren’t that cruel. 

“Okay, I think you’ve had enough.” You roll up the cuffs of your pants and gingerly step into the pond, holding out your hand to Mikey.

Blinking up at you, he scowls. “I could have died back there.”

You purse your lips, resolving to just reach down and pull Mikey up by the edge of his plastron. “Serves you right for disrespecting the pond.”

As you lifted him out of the water, his body was stiff as a board. His face was still screwed into an exaggerated frown. You can’t help but chuckle again at him, wiping off some pond scum that had gotten stuck to his shell. 

“What?” He pouts.

“You’re so cute when you look like that.” You pull Mikey out of the pond, peeking back at his offended expression.

“That’s totally not demeaning.”

Once you both get back onto the path, you give him an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, okay? You just have a naturally cute face.”

Your hands drift up to land on Mikey’s face, gently squishing his cheeks. His eyes were still angry, but you could tell from his blush and his wavering frown that you were really testing his resolve. You knew he wasn’t really mad, just embarrassed. It only made him even more cute. 

Mikey stared at you, using almost all of his willpower not to melt into your touch. You had never been so brazen, so comfortable with casually touching him like this. The cheeky way you were looking at him only made him more flustered. Clearing his throat, he dips out of your hold. 

“The succulents are over here.”

Huffing, he marches away. You can only smirk to yourself as you follow behind. Maybe you were teasing him a little too much. You didn’t really care, though. With a pep in your step, you catch up to meet him at the desert flora section. 

You saw a collection of cacti, some towering over your heads, others small and rotund. Mikey shakes off his growing nerves to present them to you. 

“Behold, the pokey plants. As you can see, they are covered in pokey bits.”

Nodding, you sit your chin upon your fist. “Ah, yes. Very pokey indeed.”

The two of you nod to one another in mock-seriousness. You watch as Mikey begins to smile again, and you feel a little relieved. While you quite enjoyed seeing him playfully mad, you can’t deny that you miss seeing him happy. 

Mikey quirks his head to the side, an idea knocking around in his head. “I wonder…”

You cock your head as well. “Wonder what?”

“Dare me to touch it?” He lifts a hand up toward a particularly sharp-looking cactus. 

You shift your eyes from the plant and back to him, cautiously interested. “I won’t stop you.”

“I’m gonna do it,” he warns. 

“Fine. See what happens.” You toss your hand over your shoulder, walking away. This was bound to end well. 

Before you know it, you hear a loud crunching sound behind you. You twist around to find Mikey crumpled over the cactus’s broken trunk, absolutely covered in thorns. His eyes were as wide as saucers, almost in disbelief of his own actions. 

“Michael!” You gasp. “I swear to god.”

Shuddering, he crawls out of the exhibit, moving through the pebbles that laid about. “Pain…I’m in pain.”

You turn your back to him, exasperated with his antics. “I’m not helping you.”

“Don’t need it. I’m perfectly capable of helping myself.” He stands, legs wobbling. He tries to grab at a large spine poking out of his forearm. 

“Ow.” One thorn. 

“Ow.” Another. 

You grumble, listening to Mikey remove the spines one by one. This was just sad. You slowly turn around, watching as he stands there plucking at his arm. Sighing, you decide to be a little more merciful. 

“You’re lucky you have that shell.” 

You find a nearby bench and plant yourself on it. You pat your hand to the seat next to you, beckoning him to sit down. “Come here.”

Mikey quickly pads over to sit in front of you, swinging his legs around the bench. You follow suit and do a once-over. Thankfully, his legs were mostly unharmed, but his upper body and face were covered in barbs. 

“What did we learn?” You sigh, carefully removing all of the larger spines. 

Mikey tries holding back each cry of pain as you pluck them out, his eyes squeezing shut. “I wasn’t trying to throw myself into a cactus, you know. I just tripped.”

“That’s why are you covered in pokey bits?”

“I– Ouch!” He seethes, recoiling away from you. “I was trying to be cool, okay. Aren’t you impressed?”

Chuckling dryly, you move on to the smaller, more difficult barbs. You knew he was just trying to show off, even if it was kind of pathetic. Internally, you frown. No, he wasn’t pathetic. You somehow felt bad for even thinking that. It wasn’t like he was putting on airs, or being fake. He was actually pretty genuine. 

“Not impressed. Just slightly concerned.”

Mikey sniffs, feeling a little disheartened with your reply. “Sorry.”

You flit your eyes up for a moment. “Why do you think you have to impress me? I already think you’re cool.”

He turns his head away slightly. “I don’t know? I just want to.”

Mikey was usually pretty good about verbalizing his emotional desires. But for some reason, he felt so confused. 

After you pick out the last barb from his cheek, you toss them all away into the bushes. “There, all done.”

You were about to stand back up before you felt Mikey grab at your upper arm. You freeze, looking down at him. 

“I just– Sometimes I feel like I need to show off. Show you that I’m cool and strong, I guess? I’m not super buff like Raph, or smooth like Leo. And I’m definitely not smart like Donnie.”

You move to sit back down, staring at him. You don’t know how to react to his sudden confession, simply opting to remain silent. 

Mikey lifts his head to look you in the eye, a sad smile tugging at his lips. “I just want to make you feel safe.”

You frown. “You think I don’t feel safe?”

Shaking his head, Mikey bails on his own admission. “No, I don’t know. Nevermind.”

In an instant, you get an idea. You rummage around in your bag to pull out your old, worn sketchbook that you carried around everywhere. You leaf through the pages to land in the middle. “You recognize this?”

Mikey blinks away a tear that threatened to accumulate in his eye before looking over. “Your sketchbook?”

“No, this.” You reach in and pull out a couple of pressed flowers. They were shriveled and brown with age, but they were very clearly dandelions. 

Mikey’s sad frown melts away as he leans forward. “Those are…”

“The flowers you gave me. When I first met you, I was actually kind of freaked out. I just remember thinking, ‘Why was this weird turtle harassing me?’” You allow yourself to smile, recalling the memory. 

You hear Mikey chuckle quietly, his eyes softening. 

“But, you were obviously just a huge dork. Sweet, but still a dork. I took those weeds you gave me and put them in here.”

You carefully place them back into your sketchbook, closing it. “I carried them with me all the time, so I wouldn’t feel so alone, y’know? If I ever felt scared, I would just clutch onto this and pretend you were there.”

Mikey sat up straighter, letting your soft words wrap him up into a warm blanket. He felt so safe, so secure in your presence. 

“Thankfully, I didn’t have to do it too often. Because you were always there, somehow.”

Finally, you put your sketchbook back into your bag and look up. You give Mikey a lopsided smile, watching him look at you with quiet amazement. Reaching up, you place your hand upon his flushed cheek, bathing in his warmth. 

Mikey was speechless. Words couldn’t begin to describe what he was feeling right now. He unintentionally allows his head to nuzzle up against your hand, practically sighing. 

“You okay?”

“My skin kind of hurts.” His voice was oddly low, laced with a shy sweetness. 

Leaning forward, you debate with yourself whether or not you want to tease him even more. He looked so vulnerable right now, you wouldn’t dare ruin a rare moment like this. Humming, you indulge yourself and decide to place a soft kiss upon his cheek. You didn’t want to scare him off. 

Mikey’s skin tingles with excitement, electric sparks surging through his body. “Hahh…”

“Am I hurting you,” you whisper. You weren’t sure if he was hissing out in pleasure or in pain. 

He immediately responds. “No, you feel really nice.”

Angling your head lower, you slot your lips gently against his. The kiss is chaste and short, but you feel your heartbeat thrum in your ears. The low light of the night sky illuminated the two of you, making Mikey’s skin practically glow. Moving an inch or two away, you admire his features. 

Mikey sighs, his eyes fluttering open. You meet his soft gaze with your own. After a charged couple of seconds, the two of you break out into laughter. His head falls onto the bend of your shoulder, his breath heavy. 

“I can’t believe you did that.” He exhales shakily. 

“Pull out nearly a hundred cactus spines from your body? Yeah, I can’t believe it either.” You chuckle. 

In a bold move, Mikey smiles against your neck before placing a kiss on your hot skin. You shudder, feeling his teeth brush up against your pulse. 

“Woah-hoh-hoh! Ouch!” You tear yourself away, flapping your hands at his face. “Your teeth are sharper than I thought.”

Mikey gives you a cheeky smile, his tooth-gap on full display. “Sorry, I’m kinda pokey.”

He feels his heart swell in his chest, his limbs going limp and gooey. He wondered if he could even stand up. Seemingly reading his mind, you reach over and hook your arms underneath him. In an impressive move, you heave Mikey up and carry him bridal-style. 

“H-Hey! What are you doing?” He cries out, blushing furiously.

“Carrying you back. Because I can,” you smirk. 

Out of sheer embarrassment, Mikey covers his face. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

“Neither did I!”

And with that, you make your way back to the exit, giggling with Mikey as you bask in your newfound closeness. You hope that he felt safe with you, safe enough to let you into his heart just a little bit more. 

[angelst4re]

brother's best friend!jamie making out with y/n and fucking her in her bedroom and she loves the dirty talk and how rough but also caring he is✨🤭

ahh that's my favourite trope!! best friend's brother/ brother's best friend fics are so <33 so i hope you like it!!

Be Quiet- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

summary: in the request :)

warnings: NSFW!! contains smut, if this makes you uncomfortable then please don't read, my love!

notes: i can't believe tomorrow is the last day of 2022?!?!? that's insane.

Your parents were out of town for the weekend, leaving you and your brother at home alone. You both agreed not to throw any parties, as to not risk your parents getting mad when they came home, but he had asked you if it was okay if his friend, Jamie, could stay over tonight.

And who were you to say no to that.

For years you’ve had a crush on Jamie, and you were sure he knew about it. He would constantly tease you and flirt, but you told yourself that was just a part of his personality. After all, you were his best friend’s little sister!

Your brother, Max, had asked you to go down to the shops to get some snacks for him and Jamie, at first you said no and told him to do it himself, but you gave in eventually when he offered to pay for some snacks for you too.

You went to the store and spent some time looking around before you grabbed a couple bags worth of snacks, paid (using Max’s card), and began to walk back home. The bags were quite heavy, but it was only a short walk home, you could cope.

“Hello, sweetheart.” You heard someone say, you didn’t realise quite who it was to begin with as you had zoned out on your walk home, lost in your thoughts.

“Hi, Jamie!” You smiled.

“Give me those,” he was quick to take the bags of snacks off of you, realising you were struggling a little, “let me guess… Max sent you to get these?”

“Of course.” You chuckled.

You both talked as you walked back to your house, about anything and everything. He told you about new tattoos he was planning, how he was thinking of starting a band, and you told him about your new job and gossip about your friendship group. However, as you talked, you felt tension between the two of you. He watched your lips as you talked and smiled softly when he noticed you were blushing.

When you got to your house, you got your key out to unlock the door and let him in first. You took the bag of snacks you got for yourself, and left him with the bag of snacks for your brother.

“I think he’s up in his room,” you told Jamie, talking about your brother, “when you see him, tell him I want to go to sleep early tonight, so be quiet!”

“Of course, love,” he chuckled, “see you later!” He smiled before disappearing up to your brother’s room.

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“See you later”, he clearly meant it in a ‘see you later’ way, not ‘see you later’, but those three words were running through your mind all night. The way he had spoke to you when you were walking home sent a rush of butterflies in your tummy, and the way his hand brushed yours when he took the bags from you sent shivers across your body.

Surely if he didn’t like you back, he wouldn’t be acting like this? He wouldn’t lead you on and build your hopes up, surely.

You were pulled from your thoughts as you felt your phone buzz beside you, and your screen lit up with a text message.

From Jamie.

Are you still awake? He had asked

Yep, you replied.

When he didn’t text back, you were a little upset. But then,

Can I come in?

Your stomach was doing backflips, your hands trembled as you text back,

Of course :)

You quickly shot out of bed and switched your lights on, checking your hair in the mirror before there was a knock at the door.

You took in a deep breath before you grabbed the door handle, opening your bedroom door to reveal a smiling, shirtless Jamie. His blonde hair, a beautiful mess at the top of his head, a look in his eyes that told you everything you needed to know.

“Hello.” He whispered, a wide grin on his face.

You didn’t reply, not verbally. Instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. His lips felt like pillows against yours, and you were sure you could taste strawberry.

He pushed you backwards into your room without breaking the kiss and shut the door behind him. You pulled him over towards your bed before falling back on to it, pulling him on top of you. You giggled as you felt his hand on your waist as his kisses got needier, more full of desire.

His knee was placed between your thighs, and as he pressed it down against your cunt, you moaned into the kiss, causing him to grin against your lips.

“You like that, hm?” He observed, watching as you raise your hips, hoping for more friction.

You nodded your head, which earned a chuckle from Jamie. His hand placed on your waist slithered down your body, pushing your oversized t-shirt up to your waist.

“Jamie… What are you-” You were cut off as he began peppering kisses across your stomach before going lower… and lower.

“Be quiet for me, darling. We don’t want Max hearing you, do we?” He smirked up at you and you nodded your head.

He hooked his finger into the waistband of your underwear and pulled it teasingly too slow down your thighs, dropping them to the floor beside the bed. He kissed your inner thigh, hooking his arms around them to hold you in place before his lips met your soaked cunt with a delicate kiss.

“You have such a perfect cunt, darling. Is this all for me?”

“Yes, all yours.” You whimpered as his thumb teased your clit in little circles.

You threw your head back against the pillows and bit down on the back of your hand as his tongue dipped into you, the warm muscle sending shivers down your spine as it danced across your heat. The pleasure from his thumb on your clit, followed by his tongue teasing your hole, made you feel euphoric. You had touched yourself before, but that was nothing compared to this.

The pleasure had you squirming around, so he placed his free hand on your lower belly, keeping you in place. Your legs were resting over his shoulders as his face was buried between your thighs. You wished you could have taken a picture, you wanted to remember this sight forever.

“Awh, baby, are you close?” He teased, feeling your thighs begin to tremble on his shoulders.

You nodded your head, afraid that opening your mouth to speak would let out the string of moans you had been holding down.

He smirks, gently moving your legs as he climbed up the bed to kiss you again.

This wasn’t fair, you wanted to finish!

“Jamie!” You whine with a pout as he smirks against your lips.

“I’m sorry darling,” as he spoke, you felt the hardness in his joggers press against your slick inner thigh, “what do you want me to do?”

“I want you to fuck me,” you whispered, pressing a kiss beneath his ear, “and don’t hold back, I want you to be rough.”

Jamie never thought he would hear those words leave your lips, to him you had always been Max’s innocent little sister. When he met you for the first time at your 19th birthday party, he believed he had never seen someone so beautiful. He would have made a move sooner, but he had a girlfriend at the time who he was unhappy with, and when he finally broke up with her Max had informed him that you had a boyfriend.

You were unhappy with your boyfriend, you only saw him as an alternative for Jamie. He was tall, blonde, but he was also a shitty person. He knew somehow that it was Jamie you wanted, which made him insanely jealous whenever you were around him, so he eventually ended things with you, and you were glad he did, otherwise you wouldn’t currently be having your hands pinned above your head as Jamie fucked into you, whimpering beneath him as he whispered into your ear.

“Shh, you’re doing well for me, darling. It’s like you were made to take me.”

Your brain felt fuzzy as he pounded into you, you could feel him hitting spots you didn’t think was possible. You were babbling, trying to tell him how good it felt, how you didn’t want him to stop, but you were unable to form a coherent sentence. He was truly fucking you dumb.

“I told you to be quiet, sweetheart.” He reminded you, pressing his finger against your lips.

You looked up at him, his forehead beading with sweat, his hair a little damp as it fell over his eyes. You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist as you opened your mouth, taking his finger between your lips and suckling on it, your eyes locked with his as his mouth fell open, his eyes darkened with lust even further.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “you’re so fucking perfect, my perfect little slut, aren’t you, hm?”

You nodded your head as he slipped another finger between your lips, and his thrusts began to get faster and harder, rougher with each slap of his skin against yours. And soon you felt yourself getting scarily close to the edge, ready to tumble into the bliss of your orgasm.

“J…Jamie, I’m going to…” You tried to speak with his fingers pressed against his tongue, but he knew what you were trying to say.

“I know, baby. I’ve got you, okay. You can let go, cum for me, darling.”

Just before you were overtaken by the bliss, you whispered three words. Three words you had been afraid of saying since the beginning, but to your surprise he had said them back.

“I love you, I always have.” He panted, the thrusts of his hips started to become slower and harder as you felt him twitch inside you.

“Inside,” you gasped, finally moving your arms from where he had pinned them to wrap them around him, holding him as close to you as possible, you needed to feel him close, “please…”

He nodded before burying his face in the crook where your neck meets your shoulder, kissing the delicate skin before he began to spill inside of you, coating your walls with a comforting warmth, causing you to clench around him.

You continued to hold him close as he collapsed onto you, his cock still stuffed inside you. You ran your fingers through his hair as you both caught your breath and you came to your senses.

You fucked your brother’s best friend.

A flash of guilt and worry flashed past you, you worried that this would make things awkward when he would come over, you worried that he would regret this when he finally came back to reality.

“I think we should tell Max.” Jamie said, turning his head to look at you.

“What?!” You panicked, “he’ll kill you! He’ll kill me!”

“No, not about us fucking, sweetheart,” he chuckled, brushing a piece of hair out of your face, “I meant we should tell him about us.

“Us?” You questioned.

“Yes, us!” He chuckled, a lazy smile on his face, “well, only if you would like to be my girlfriend.”

“Is this your way of asking me to date you/” You teased.

“Maybe it is…”

“Then of course, I think we should tell Max about us.” You said with a smile, before he leaned over and placed a kiss on your lips.

[pesterloglog]

Jake English, Dirk Strider

Page 633-636

JAKE: Fuck!!!

JAKE: Why did she have to go and build a moon laser!!!

JAKE: Why did she have to go and

JAKE: And SAY all that!!!

DIRK: It's not over.

DIRK: That moon laser doesn't mean shit.

JAKE: ...if theres no one to press the button?

DIRK: Boom.

DIRK: Or, you know.

DIRK: No boom.

JAKE: Her guard is down...

DIRK: And you have a gun.

JAKE: I have TWO guns.

DIRK: Let's be real, this wouldn't even be the first time you've thought of it.

JAKE: Its... an option.

DIRK: Or.

DIRK: You help her win the battle.

DIRK: Avoid baptizing the Earth with laser-fire.

DIRK: And she uses The Point, and the world doesn't end.

DIRK: Probably.

DIRK: Who the fuck knows.

JAKE: What should i do?

DIRK: I'm not gonna tell you.

JAKE: I already know youll want me to do whats heroic.

JAKE: But you wouldnt want me to kill jane either.

JAKE: Would you?

DIRK: Stop staring at me like I'm gonna tongue-kiss the answer into you, dude.

DIRK: You know what you need to do.

JAKE: But jane was right about me!

JAKE: I cant be trusted.

JAKE: I dont even like 99% of people.

DIRK: Then do it for one person.

DIRK: Aren't you tired of spreading yourself thin trying to believe in everything?

DIRK: Because it's looking pretty fuckin' likely that the future where Tavvy is happy and the future where Jane is alive don't coincide.

DIRK: You have to kill one for the other to survive.

JAKE: It sounds like youre gunning for her.

DIRK: It sounds like *you're* gunning for her.

DIRK: Say what you will about Dirk, but he always wanted you to be your best self.

DIRK: He pushed you hoping if he did it hard enough, you'd push back.

DIRK: That's a far cry from whatever neutered domestic purgatory Jane's offering you.

DIRK: Wasn't it nice to be believed in, man?

JAKE: Ugh.

JAKE: Can i make an honest query?

JAKE: Did i really kill him?

DIRK: Hm.

JAKE: I did, didnt i?

DIRK: Common sense says no.

JAKE: Cant you swing that one by your esoteric telepathic dirk connection?

DIRK: That's a tricky fuckin' wicket, man.

JAKE: Its "sticky wicket".

DIRK: It's nothing, because that's a stupid fucking phrase cooked up by fake people about a fake sport from a dead planet.

DIRK: Anyway, it's tricky because there's not really all that much of anything left of the big man.

DIRK: Not here, anyway.

JAKE: Oh, baloney!

JAKE: Thats not how this works. Youre the supernatural tsaheylu of our combined "steezes".

JAKE: This isnt my first ride in the rodeo, mister, I KNOW THE RHYTHM OF THIS BUCKING BRONCO.

JAKE: HES STILL HERE, DAMMIT!

DIRK: I'm sorry.

DIRK: He's gone, dude.

JAKE: OH FUCK OFF.

JAKE: YOU CHARLATAN.

DIRK: Yeah.

JAKE: HORSES ASS.

DIRK: Get it all out, man.

JAKE: YOU MALEVOLENT MASCULINE MALFEASANT.

DIRK: I know a crisp glass of personal culpability isn't what you ordered, but hey.

DIRK: It's better than relapsing.

JAKE: Im drunk right now.

DIRK: And that sucks, buddy.

DIRK: But I'm talking about the big show of "everything's fine now" kitchen table red undie dirty dancing you did.

JAKE: Oh, i forgot about that.

DIRK: You fuckin' wish you did.

DIRK: It'd be the only reasonable excuse you'd have for nipping this uncomfortable epiphany in the bud so you could slink back to following orders from Dirk.

JAKE: ...

JAKE: Gods hooks, i backflipped right into my old ways!

DIRK: Don't beat yourself up about it. It's a running theme with literally everybody we know.

DIRK: You all get caught up in these feeling jams, hugging it out in self-realizational bliss.

DIRK: Then, bam.

DIRK: Premature ejaculation.

DIRK: That passionate growth grind ends before it builds to anything actually satisfying.

JAKE: :(

JAKE: Are you saying i need to be red undies jake again?

DIRK: Absolutely the fuck not.

DIRK: Hands off the belt, buddy. You've graduated.

DIRK: You're fully dressed Jake now.

DIRK: Sitting on the sticky floor of a custodial closet, hidden away from anything certain and good in this world.

DIRK: Alone.

JAKE: This is scary! I dont like this.

DIRK: Fuck yeah it is. This is sweaty, achey, burning transformation, brother.

JAKE: I want to go back! I want to be the other guy again.

DIRK: You can't be the other guy anymore, Jake.

DIRK: We're sending him upstate to live on a beautiful farm, where they're gonna immediately drag him out back and put him out of his fucking misery.

DIRK: Remember when you told Egbert you wanted someone to hold you accountable?

JAKE: No.

DIRK: Well.

JAKE: Nooooooo.

DIRK: "Here's Johnny!"

JAKE: AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

JAKE: Oh...

JAKE: *sniff*

JAKE: Oh, dirk...

JAKE: Cripes, if there really is no magical component to all of this,

JAKE: if youre really gone,

JAKE: then i am simply a forty year old man... being led by the nose... by an imaginary friend.

JAKE: That is not cute.

DIRK: It's kind of cute.

JAKE: No!

JAKE: Its mental illness!

DIRK: It can be both.

DIRK: Look.

DIRK: What you need to do is stop sobbing into your own fucking arms and make a decision.

DIRK: Spying for the rebellion, running away... these were steps in the right direction, but they also had, y'know.

JAKE: Plausible deniability.

DIRK: They were deflections.

DIRK: And at the end of the day, that's what choosing Jane would be, too.

JAKE: Its odd, but...

JAKE: Shucks, i dont want to cut her down right before she makes this big turnaround.

JAKE: If shed decided to keep her promise...

JAKE: thatd be bitter fucking berries to live with.

DIRK: But?

JAKE: But she probably wont change, will she?

DIRK: Why in the fuck would she?

DIRK: She'll have won.

JAKE: But... i dont think she was meant to be this way. Do you?

DIRK: Like, was she born to be a wildly racist dictatorial cake boss?

JAKE: Ok, when you put it that way it sounds a bit bonkers.

JAKE: What i mean is...

JAKE: Take me, for example.

JAKE: I know its not my fault janey got a bit rough and tumble with our relationship. That fundamentally, i didnt deserve it.

JAKE: But that doesnt exactly make me a mensch by default, does it?

JAKE: In fact i worry there might be more of me thats, well... inherently bad than not.

JAKE: And thats why everything tends to get so furiously fucked all the time!

JAKE: Everyone is waiting around for this better version of me to pop up, but thats never going to happen.

JAKE: Because if it did, it wouldn't be me anymore.

DIRK: So, are you trapped being Mr. Pissy Pantyloos Loser Man no matter what?

JAKE: Sort of.

JAKE: What do you think?

DIRK: I don't know.

DIRK: Maybe?

JAKE: Oh...

DIRK: Who even gives a fuck?

DIRK: This is some big philosophical philandering you're trying out, and we didn't even finish elementary school.

DIRK: The best we've got to work with is whatever you gleaned from "My Dinner with Andre" and "Blade Runner."

DIRK: And you fell asleep during "Andre."

JAKE: Point taken.

DIRK: Here's what we do know: when you face our friends tomorrow, they're gonna be none-the-wiser about the insane masturbatory matrix bullet time battles you've been having with yourself in your own head.

DIRK: What will be real to them is what you DID.

DIRK: That's it.

DIRK: Show them you're trying.

DIRK: Or don't, and get left behind.

JAKE: Good god...

JAKE: This is the worst pep talk... ever.

DIRK: It's you, dude, what did you expect?

JAKE: True.

DIRK: Do you want to be left behind?

JAKE: No!

JAKE: I want to see tavvy grow up!

JAKE: I want to choose him!

JAKE: But i want to believe in jane too...

DIRK: Sigh.

JAKE: Listen.

JAKE: I never really understood all that much of the "doomed timeline" hoopla you cerebral types tend to gab on about.

JAKE: But... its nice to think that there might be countless janes somewhere out there who never stopped being happy.

JAKE: Baking, getting up to all manner of lighthearted mischiefs... true blue all around.

JAKE: When i think of her, thats whats real to me.

JAKE: What she is now, what these rotten unenviable circumstances have made of her, its all just...

DIRK: Happenstance.

JAKE: Is that stupid?

DIRK: Probably, but you're a god of Hope.

DIRK: You're a poster-child for making stupid shit feasible.

DIRK: And no one has the power to say what's true for every Jane.

DIRK: I'm sure if you asked a couple of them how they feel about labor camps and domestic violences, they'd hit you with a "Woah there, buster jones."

JAKE: "Thats not for me!"

DIRK: "No siree!"

JAKE: Hehehe.

JAKE: Exactly.

JAKE: If i can believe in those janes,

JAKE: i think i can let this one go.

DIRK: Extravagant hoops to stumble through just to keep believing, man.

DIRK: It's sneaky. I like it.

JAKE: Its decided then?

DIRK: Seems so.

DIRK: You can finally leave the closet.

JAKE: Har, har.

JAKE: Goofs aside, old buddy...

JAKE: I get the strange sense i wont be speaking with you again.

DIRK: You won't. Why would you?

DIRK: You're normal now.

JAKE: But-

DIRK: You don't need him.

JAKE: It feels good to pretend, though.

JAKE: To hold on a little while longer.

DIRK: Don't.

JAKE: Fine! Fine...

JAKE: Hope is the crummiest aspect of the lot, huh.

JAKE: I swear the only time its worth a lick more than delusions and hot air

JAKE: is if it really fucking hurts.

DIRK: Welcome to being a person, Jake English.

[mlm-writer]

Strangers (Yuqi x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Song Yuqi x Gender Neutral Reader Rating: General Audiences Words: 1108 POV: First Summary: You meet by chance and go on a date. Note: Saw this prompt and just had to do something with it. Tags: idol!Yuqi, meet cute, kissing, movie date, not proofread, fluff and angst

She smiled at me, like any stranger would. There was something odd about meeting someone famous in a place you never expected them to be. It is like your brain just refuses to believe that your idols also exist outside your screen, so I just smiled back at her, like I would do to any nice girl smiling at me. “Woah, your smile is so pretty,” she exclaimed. It only widened my smile and there was nothing I could do to stop myself from hiding my mouth behind my hand. I could feel the red gather in my cheeks. “No, no, don’t be shy, I’m sorry,” she laughed as she waved at my face, trying to get me to remove my hand without touching me. 

“What happened to hello? How are you? My name is…?” I joked, trying to cope with the situation of a gorgeous woman complimenting me so openly. She did not quite seem to get the meme. With those cute, wide eyes, she stared at me, that beautiful smile still plastered on her face. She seemed to think my words over and then offered me her hand. 

“Hello, how are you? My name is Yuqi.” I squinted my eyes at her. Then it all clicked. My anxiety rose high in my chest. I took her hand, shaking it rapidly as I gave her my own name. I couldn’t understand why she was talking to me out of all people. Was it my smile? Surely that wasn’t that special. “I’m off to see a movie on my own. Maybe you want to join me?” I just nodded dumbly, before she dragged me to the theatre I knew was only a street or two away. The short walk was like a brief interview where she asked for my age and where I was from. I did not need to ask any of those questions in return. I had a feeling she knew why. I asked how her week was instead. She complained of long hours and needing some distance from her co-workers sometimes. 

She paid for the tickets before I could offer to. I wanted to get us a big popcorn, but her diet wouldn’t allow it. It was the first time I went to the cinema without getting popcorn. In the dark of the theatre, I could not focus on the explosions on screen, not with Yuqi’s delicate hand resting on mine. I turned my hand so I could hold hers. Our fingers locked together. A little later she tugged me closer so she could place her head on my shoulder. 

When the inevitable moment came when the muscular main character got the girl, I turned my head to look at Yuqi, only to find out she was looking at me already. Her eyes flickered down to my lips and I understood immediately. We leaned in, lips meeting timidly. My internal organs made backflips as her grip on my hand tightened, as if she didn’t want me to ever leave her. I felt flushed and hot all over in spite of the theatre’s aircon being in a perfect working state. My free hand came around to hold the woman next to me by the shoulder. I squeezed the muscle, letting her know I did not want her to move away either. 

I didn’t know how long our lips were gliding against one another, but it was long enough for the next scene to play and we both jumped out of the kiss when another loud explosion echoed through the room. We stared at each other, wide eyes. Our gazes locked together for a few seconds, until we simultaneously started giggling. We tried to muffle the laughter that shook our bodies, but every time our eyes met, the giggles started all over again. The rest of the movie was filled with stolen kisses, whenever someone was caught staring. 

We exited the cinema hand-in-hand. The mall in which it was located was already abandoned. We took the long route through the marble-floored building, exchanging thoughts on the movie while swinging our locked hands back and forth. When we were finally at the ground floor, she pulled me aside between a pillar and a wall. “I like you a lot,” she whispered against my lips. I smiled against her lips and wrapped my arms around her. 

“I like you too, probably even more than you like me,”  I replied, before closing the distance between our lips. This kiss was different from all those we shared in the theatre. The butterflies still assaulted my stomach as she wrapped her arms around me and tenderly kissed me with a desperation hidden in every movement of her soft lips against mine. Dread pulled at my heartstrings as I started to feel like she was kissing me goodbye. I held her tighter, as if that would prevent her eventual departure, but when she started to push, I could not find it in me to force her to stay. 

Our bodies no longer touched as she stepped back. If that kiss was not telling enough, the look she now had in her eyes was. I already started wondering if I did something wrong. “Why?” I almost whispered, a crack in my voice betraying how close I was to crying. I just got her and there she stood, ready to leave. 

Yuqi forced a smile on her face. “You know what I do for work.” I nodded. “There is no place for…” She pointed between us, before putting her hands in her jacket. A deep breath and her fake smile almost seemed real. “Perhaps another life,” she mused. 

I took a deep breath and nodded. “Perhaps,” I repeated, trying to process this unbelievable heartbreak. This was all it took, huh? One compliment to make me follow like a puppy. One movie to make me wonder what those lips taste like. One kiss to make me fall in love. A dozen more to prepare my heart to be broken. “So you just wanted a one-date relationship?” 

She shrugged. “Is it so wrong to want the things you cannot have?” I shrugged too. I guess I understood where she was coming from. Just one date to make her feel like she lived a normal life. “I’ll leave first then.” I followed her two steps around the corner and watched her walk up to those big glass doors. She already had pushed one open when she paused and twisted her body to wave at me one last time. Just like she entered my life earlier today, she was leaving now. She smiled at me, like any stranger would. 

[deadsnothere]

HE WAS AWAKE?! Pt. 2

synopsis - After a "sleeping" confession gone wrong, Lockwood try's to ease the tension but only makes it worse for himself. Can these obviously idiots figure it out with the help of their friend or are they just that stupid!

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Speak Ali! - LOOK WHO FINISHED PART TWO!! No one else posted lockwood fics today so I thought I might be y'all's hero

HE WAS AWAKE?! <- PT.1

“Did you just call me a self-sacrificing idiot-?” SHIT-

Neither of us spoke for a good 10 seconds. In those ten seconds I'm not even sure if I was breathing. “Yes…?” there was definitely some uncertainty to my tone of voice- I mean how the fuck was that, what Anthony was focused on! I just confessed my love for him while he was “asleep”, and his main worry is that I called him a self-sacrificing idiot. I could feel my stomach finally drop, suddenly I became very aware of everything around me. This was shit.

The way his breath fanned on my neck and chest made the hair on the back of my neck stand up, how he watched my every movement, but I was stuck in place as if I'd been ghost locked. My hands were still settled in his hair, my shoulders tense, head practically spinning.

I want to throw up. At this point my nerves are so bad, I could throw up. Nonetheless I spoke softly and shakily. “I should've checked, if you were asleep-” This was painful. Physically painful, My stomach was doing backflips- and not good backflips you get when you're happy, those horrid one's you get when you can feel the worst about to come. ”you weren't supposed to hear that-'' Why wont my mouth shut up- “I'm sorry I just…” -Oh wait, I’m supposed to shut my mouth up.

I didn't try to speak anymore, just slowly moved myself away from Anthony, moving to the end of the bed to stand up. My eyes were swelling with tears, like anticipation in a good book, they were building up to drop the worst part.

“Alias-” I can feel how wobbly my legs are, my vision was blurry for a few seconds when I stood up and I went for the door. I opened it quietly, “Alias! Would you list-” slipping out before I could hear the rest of what he wanted to say. This shit was unbearable. I’ve never wanted to throw up more, maybe I should, it might make me feel better- No I know who can make me feel better.

Lucy Carlyle. Was my best friend. When she first moved in we were rooming together, because we were fixing up my room to be liveable again after a small accident with some smoke and a left on solder iron. In those two months of us living together we’d become very close, learning things about each other, we hadn't even told the people closest to us before. She's is who’s room, i'm speed walking to right now.

“Lucy! Lucy, please open the door, I need someone to hate this jackass with me.” I knocked as softly as I could but hopefully hard enough for her to hear it. We had names for them both, George was Asswipe and Lockwood was Jackass, we did this so we could talk about them without them noticing, although it was mostly used for Lockwood since Lucy loved to tease me about having a “crush” on him. When she opened the door she looked tired, her hair was a bit messy, one hand was rubbing her eye while the other held someone else's. Oh shit I forgot Norrie was here.

“Hi Norrie, Lucy, I'm so sorry for interrupting your time with your girlfriend but our boss is an ass.” The more I spoke, the more I could hear my voice start to crack from the overwhelming emotions swirling in my head. This fucking sucked. This was so shit- I hate this. Norrie just nodded her head and laid it on Lucy's shoulder. Lucy gave her forehead a quick kiss before she whispered in her ear softly. Norrie moved to lay back down in Lucy’s bed while Lucy stepped out and shut the door behind her.

We both moved without speaking, Walked down the stairs past my room, where the door was cracked still. Lockwood was in my room, stood up looking around at the metal creations hanging off the ceiling. Both me and Lucy were looking into the room, spying on him. “Why's lockwood in your room Alias?” I sighed and lifted my head up nodding a no for now, before we started our descent down the staircase again.

When we got to the kitchen I sat down, while Lucy put the kettle on the burner. When she did so she looked over to me with a raised eyebrow. “So what did the jackass do this time?” I sighed softly and finally let the tears slip out of my eyes. “I confessed my love for him and called him a self-sacrificing idiot while I thought he was asleep- But he wasn't asleep.” Lucy's face cringed. She didn't know it was this bad. “And when he answered he said, “Did you call me a self-sacrificing idiot,” completely ignoring what I said before.”

She put a hand on her forehead. “Oh Ali…Ali” She walked over to me, wrapping her arms around my head and patting my back softly. “He's an idiot.” I nodded along with her, hugging her waist back. Tears fluently slipped out of my eyes, They slipped out because I was definitely not letting them out willingly. “He's the biggest Jackass! I mean I told him I loved him and he focused on that!” I sighed when she let go, I put my head into my hands and sighed. “of all things, the idiot focused on that!”

Lucy laughed lightly, She always had this face when she knew something you didn't, What did she know? “What do you know!?” She jumped almost scared. “Uh- Nothing, what are you talking about-” I squinted at her. “You stuttered you almost never stutter that hard, What do you know, Carlyle.”

She ignored my question and took the whistling kettle off the burner, she turned the stove dial to off, took three cups down, Mine, Norries, and one I couldn't see, because she was obviously standing in front of it, to hide it from me. She poured hot water into all three, took two tea bags out of an earl gray box and a hot chocolate packet out of a different box. “You hate earl gray.” She looked back at me and raised an eyebrow. “I do, But Lockwood doesn’t.” I squinted at her as threat when she stepped out of the way of my line of sight and lockwoods mug itself. “I don't wanna talk to him.” Lie. “Oh don't bullshit me, Alias.” She scoffed at the horrible lie. “I know you like the palm of my hand. We both know, you want to know what he's thinking right now, So you're going to talk to him.”

I rolled my eyes watching closely as she mixed my hot chocolate powder into the hot water, after she put the two bags of earl gray into the other two cups of water. She handed me my cup, as well as Lockwoods, and pulled me to stand up.

We made it to the bottom of the staircase before she stopped me. “Hear him out Ali, I Know you're not the happiest with him right now, but hear his side, ok?” I just nodded a yes, and continued to walk up the stairs with her. Stopping in front of my door. Lockwood was now looking around at my metal working table. Me and Lucy made eye contact, she gave me a thumbs up before softly pushing me into the door and scrambling off herself.

When I was pushed into the door I tried my hardest not to spill any of the hot liquid on myself. Anthony was startled when I barged in. “Are you ok, Alias?” He came to my aid almost immediately, helping me steady myself. I set both the cups down on the desk right beside the door, sighing deeply and rubbing my forehead, hoping maybe i'll explode and not have to deal with this. But I still looked him in the eye and tried my absolute best not to sound like I was going to cry when I spoke. “Why didn’t you respond to me, when I said “I love you”?” He immediately dodged the question. “Can you hand me the cup?”

“Anthony, you answer my question now and I'll at least have some understanding of how you feel, or I'll walk out of this room right now.” I couldn't tell how Anthony felt in the moment, He was so confusing!- Why was he so blank faced it made no sense. This was supposed to be a big emotional moment when he rejects me and says he loves someone else and I try to move on. “We never speak of this again and we're both left confused. So please Ant don't do that to me-” Ok so maybe I sounded a bit desperate, I couldn't help it! my emotions were getting so overwhelming, I felt like I was about to explode. “-Just reject me and let's lay back down and go to sleep,” My hands ran through my hair, the pieces falling in front of my face. He grabbed my hands and pulled me close to his chest, his arms wrapped around my waist and his head laid on my own. “Please Ant…” I think I’d broken his heart at that moment. My voice spoke sweet like honey but it was saturated in desperation.

He sighed softly, Taking in that moment as much as he could. “I didn't respond because you make me nervous, Alias. Your touch could burn holes in my skin, darling.” His arms loosened his grip around me, Slowly slipping up to my face, cradling it in his hand. ”That was poetic, Anthony..” We both chuckled, I kissed his palm and smiled at him warmly. ”I do love you, Alias. I was just too much of a wimp to say it.” I giggled, his other hand moved to cup the other side of my face. ”Yeah you are a wimp.” I pulled him closer and dug my head into his chest. ”Thank you so much, darling for making me feel better-” I giggled once again trying to hide how happy this made me feel..

Lockwood used his pointer finger and thumb, making me face him. He wasn't using that stupid charming smile that although I loved, didn't feel like the real him. Instead he gave me that boyish grin, the one that made my heart flutter when I made eye contact with him, the one that showed how vulnerable he was willing to be with me. “Can I kiss you? Before I realize this is another crazy dream, I’ll play on repeat in the morning.” Laughing lightly, I placed my hands on his hips. “oh, you’ve been dreaming about me?” I just knew my face was lit up like a Christmas tree, I tried my best to softly whisper out a response. “But please do kiss me you idiot.”

When we kissed for the first time it wasn't what i thought it would be, it was awkward and felt weird. But afterwards we still giggled about it. This time I grabbed his face and pulled him down slightly so his lips would slot just perfectly with mine. The first kiss wasn't that great, But the second kiss was electric. His hands trailed up my hips, up my waist, one stopping on my back, the other on the nape of my neck. Our body's pulled as close together as possible. Our mouths moved perfectly together, like we were singing the same song. I had to pull away first, he was following my lips as they left his own. "I simply cannot believe that I waited this long to kiss you.” I laughed at his words, but not in a mocking way- in a feeling of pure joy. “I'm so glad you did…But my bed looks kinda lonely. I'm sure it wouldn't mind, two more people?”

He raised an eyebrow at me, jokingly. “What are you saying, Alias? Trying to get me in your bed.” I sighed softly, kissing his forehead, and backing up from him slightly towards my bed.. “You have to be my boyfriend's first jackass.” He gave me a smug smirk. “Oh so I have to be your boyfriend to get in bed with you huh?” Anthony walked towards me slowly. Once he reached me, he lifted me up slightly and watched me fall on the bed. Immediately laying down next to me. “Looks like I'm your boyfriend now, darling.”

This idiot- “Very smooth Ant- But yes now you are my boyfriend.” He didn't ask, he just said. I'm sure if I would’ve said I wasn't comfortable with it he would’ve backed off but after what just happened there, I'm sure he knew.

He pulled me closer to him, feeling his chest go up and down with his breathing, hands wrapped around my waist and our legs tangled together once more. It was the same yet, so different, at the same time. “Good night, Alias.” He kissed the top of my head softly. “Good night, Anthony.” I repeated the action on his cheek.

Laying my head down on his chest and feeling my eyes slowly…fall closed. Finally meeting the sandman.

(George was not happy about our wasted tea bags, he found in the trash the next morning.)

I'm not going to lie i went crazy when you all actually liked the first part- thank you so much for the likes on that post! i genuinely really appreciate it!

[mockiatoh]

The anti Taylor swift bloggers are always so much more annoying about her that the swiftie mutuals. You see your swiftie mutuals and they’re like ‘this line really spoke to me because as a woman, I’ve seen the maddening expectation to simultaneously be seen as sexy and also childlike” or “I really found Purple Violet Thunder Cloud to be a refreshing change and I especially enjoyed the allusion to this writer.”

Is it relevant to me? No, but neither is whatever show they’re watching this week. And me talking about whatever bullshit I’m talking about isn’t especially relevant to them, either. But that’s my girl and she’s having fun! She’s liking this thing she likes!

While the anti Taylor swift bloggers are like “if Justin Bieber threatened to jump off a building, 90% of teenagers would be sobbing. Hit LIKE if you’re part of the ten percent that would yell Do a backflip”.

It’s like, aren’t you tired? I can’t tell you the last time I felt the need to Publicly Respond to a musician I don’t like who makes music that I don’t like releasing music that I don’t like. It’s hard to find time to listen to and respond to the music I do like! I think you need to be busier.

[pinkoffice]

sukuna x reader (a lil experiment)

CHAPTER 2 

So that’s how you ended up with your black high heeled boots and your go-to mini black dress, fishnets on full display. Nobara insisted on a sexy but not desperate look, whatever that meant.  

You had to admit, getting ready with the trio was way more chaotic than you anticipated, but it was still a lot of fun. Nobara with her music blasting through the apartment, Itadori tormenting Megumi to not wear the same t-shirt and his “going out pants” (they were really just plain jeans??) and you just trying to find your goddamn charger. 

It just felt like your first year of uni all over again and, despite not wanting to admit it, a sense of almost overwhelming nostalgia ran all over your body. Maybe you did need to loosen up a bit, you thought to yourself as you took in the sight of your best friends in your living room, laughing about something Yuuji said. 

In spite of feeling better about your little breakthrough, now that you were actually leaving your building, the anxiety you tried so hard to suppress for the last three hours started rising up your chest again. 

Shit, were you really doing this? What about never going out again? Where and when did your resolve become so fragile? 

“Hey, ‘you okay?” Megumi’s soft voice reached your ears, as his warm touch pulled you to the side 

You tried to hide your worries through a smile, but when Megumi’s grip on your wrist gently tightened, you had to mentally prepare yourself for the conversation you were about to have. 

Throughout your walk, you kept your gaze trained on your hands, as you explained how parties were sort of your coping mechanism back when your family wasn’t so full of problems as it was now. 

Long story short, you tried to fix people, determined to prove a point to your parents and your self-esteem practically vanished. That is, until recently: when you decided to start taking care of yourself and avoid the type of people you felt strangely attracted to. 

Megumi listened to your words like his life depended on it. This was one of those rare times you opened up, and he was not throwing that opportunity away. 

After what it seemed like years of waiting, you hear the boy’s voice and you braced yourself for a condescending lecture, or that look of disappointment people gave you when they found out you didn’t have a super traumatic backstory, like an anime character. 

“I think all those people you met were assholes, (name)” 

What?  

He sighs, running his hand through his disheveled hair, “No one in their right mind would consider you unworthy of their time. Besides, you were young, it’s okay to make mistakes. What’s not okay, though, is lie and lead on a girl just because you want to get laid” 

His tone softens in the way it always does for his friends, leaving you to wonder if he is even aware of that, “I’m sorry you had to go through that, (name), I really am, but you can’t hide in your comfort zone forever. There will be a day where you have to confront your demons and just tell them to fuck off. We will protect you until then, okay?” 

Gosh, that smile should be illegal.  

You felt your belly do a backflip, as your cheeks started to warm up. You finally looked up at him and you wish you hadn’t. The way his eyes held so much cherish made you feel like the most precious thing in the whole world. 

It made you feel things you were not supposed to feel. 

You finally averted your gaze to Nobara and Yuuji, who were now waiting for you to catch up on them. Looks like they finally found the place. 

You look at Megumi again, he still staring at you, “Thank you, Megumi, that really means a lot to me” More than you know, you wanted to say, but instead you side hugged him and flashed a smile. 

The prettiest smile the boy has ever seen. 

“What’s taking you so long? We’re going to miss happy hour!” You laughed lovingly at Nobara’s childish attitude. It was at times like these that you felt so grateful for your friends, they made you feel like, no matter what happened, everything was going to turn out okay. 

“All right, time to party~!” The golden retriever of the group slung his arms around yours and Nobara’s  shoulders. 

As some random music played in the background, his attention was suddenly stolen and very quickly focused on you again, a devilish smirk on his features. 

Uh-oh 

You didn’t like that look one bit, it was that look that got you 99.9% of your detentions back in middle school. 

“Whatever you’re thinking, stop it. It’s not going to happen.” Panic flooded your eyes when Yuuji started to pout. 

“(Name), you know I love you, right? You’re like, my best friend, you’re practically my sister” 

“Stop! I don’t want to hear your emotional manipulation. It’s not going to happen, Yuuji. Whatever it is, it’s a bad idea and I won’t be taking part in it” but you were already hand-in-hand with the only guy who could slaughter an entire room with a smile on his face, completely unbothered.  

Finally done resisting his infallible charm (and his superhuman strengh, what was up with this kid, anyway?), you followed his gaze, coming to terms with the situation you could have avoided if you just stayed in your godamned appartment. 

Besides a beautiful, blue eyed blonde girl, the “future girlfriend” Yuuji has been telling you about since forever, stood the guy of your (wet) dreams. AKA the biggest regret of your night and your probably soon to be 13th reason. Tall, tattoos, all muscular and manly, with bad news written all over him.  

“Hey, look who finally got here” Sukuna, Itadori’s older brother, said, giving you a once over that made your whole body shiver. 

What in the hell have you gotten yourself into? 

[whalehouse1]

Barry: Did you know Batman doesn’t have plans for Wonder Woman cause he can’t think of anything?

Hal: I bet he just has the hots for her, doesn’t want to ruin his chances.

J’onn: It is quite unusual that he would not be able to come up with any strategy.

Nightwing: But he does have one.

Barry: What is it?

Nightwing, a full grown married man, with two kids and would backflip off a four story building without blinking, clutches his knee and starts crying like a child: Ow! My knee! It hurts so bad!

Diana comes running in: Robin what’s wrong!?

Nightwing: I-I hurt my knee. Is it scrapped? I’m too scared to look.

Diana pats his head: It’s okay Robin. I’ll get some anti-septic and bandages.

Hal: THERE’S NO WAY THAT WOULD WORK IF SHE WAS TURNED!

Clark: It did last week. Arsenal was the one crying.

Bruce: All the younger members need to know it in case. It’s the only plan that needs full cooperation.