#i really can't leave this thing alone can i

[carnalcrows]

MILK YOU DRY - THANOS

pairing: thanos x top male reader

synopsis: This is why you never accept things from people you don't know.

content warnings: 18+, bottom thanos, drug usage, riding, cockwarming, semi-public sex

word count: 0.4k (this is short as fuck lolol)

It all started with one little pill.

"Come on, man. It'll take the edge off," Thanos had said, pressing the tiny thing into your palm with that signature smug smirk. "Consider it a gift. Or an investment."

You had hesitated for all of three seconds before shrugging and dry-swallowing it. Bad decision? Maybe. But you were already knee-deep in the nightmare that was the death game you were currently stuck participating in, so what was one more risk? Plus, Thanos had this way of talking that made everything sound like a good idea, even the objectively stupid ones.

Fast forward fifteen minutes later, and you were absolutely wrecked.

"You're so—you're so soft," you slurred, hands gripping Thanos' waist as he straddled your lap inside a bathroom stall, your cock happily burrowed in his ass. The world was spinning in a fun way, your limbs felt light, and Thanos smelled like cigarette smoke and…vanilla?

"You’re so gone," he snickered, arms slung around your shoulders, his fingers playing with the back of your hair. "Damn, you really can't handle your stuff."

"I can handle you just fine," you shot back, half-lidded eyes locking onto his. That seemed to be the magic phrase because Thanos grinned, leaned in, and kissed you, as he slowly bounced on your cock– the overstimulation and the effects of the pill making your brain go mushy.

It was messy. It was uncoordinated. It was hands roaming where they shouldn’t and teeth clashing because neither of you had enough patience to slow down. Thanos was warm in your lap, your cock in his tight ass grounding you just enough to keep your head from floating off entirely.

"You're kinda hot when you're like this," he murmured against your lips before biting down—hard enough to make you hiss.

"You're kinda a menace," you shot back, fingers digging into his hips, dragging him back onto your length.

The sound of the bathroom door creaking open barely registered at first. But then, a very familiar and exasperated voice filled the stall.

"You have got to be kidding me."

Both of you froze.

Slowly—very slowly—you turned your head. And there, standing in the doorway with an expression of pure disbelief, was Nam-gyu.

Thanos, the absolute menace that he was, didn't even look fazed. If anything, his grin widened as he leaned back, still comfortably perched on your lap. "Hey, Nam-gyu. We were just—"

"I can see what you were just." Nam-gyu pinched the bridge of his nose. "I leave you alone for twenty minutes, and this is what happens?"

You opened your mouth to come up with some kind of excuse, but all that came out was an unhelpful, "Uh."

Nam-gyu exhaled, shaking his head before stepping inside and shutting the stall door behind him. The last thing you saw before exhaustion came over you was the absolutely devilish smirk spreading across his face.

Well. This was gonna be interesting.

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[nightingale-prompts]

The thing in the graveyard was called "The Lover" (Harlot it too mean)

Despite what the stories say he rarely appeared. Tourists and armature ghost hunters have tried to capitalize on the popularity of the trend. A sort of fandom formed for those who guessed about the appearance and origin of the supposed ghost.

Truly to only people who saw him were lonely. The lover would appear to them as a young and beautiful young man. He didn't attack and only sometimes did he try to convince you to leave with him. Other times he'd just sit with you and listen. He'd lean on your shoulder. He'd cry for you. Anything that could ease your pain.

You couldn't film the encounters and no one could describe him in detail.

Tim wanted to investigate this. He researched every story he could find of the ghost. Some stories said he was the spirit of a man abandoned by his partner and others said he was a demon that seduces mortals to drag them to hell. Tim gathered that The Lover only comes when you are alone, arrive after midnight and come on a moonless night.

Tim chose the right date and time as he entered the iron gates.

It was a desolate walk, like walking into nowhere. Until he felt a pair of arms wrap around him. They were cool to the touch. A weight pressed against his back.

"You finally came for me." A warm voice echoed in the silence.

The sounds of wings fluttered and beat in the distance.

Tim stilled. It's him.

Tim pulled away and turned to see the fabled "Lover". And he was everything described and more. He seemed to glow in the lantern light that Tim had prepared.

"What do you mean?" Tim asked.

He steeled his nerves whatever happened next he shouldn't let the ghost use him to escape. Every time so far the victim has run away.

"You are one of her knights. You must be here to free me." He said with a soft smile as he hugged Tim tightly. "I'm so glad it over. Thank you. Thank you so much."

"I don't know what you're talking about who's knight?" Tim asked unhooking his arms and feeling how solid they were and not ghostly at all.

Tim wreaked his brain to figure out if this ghost was mixing up something from hundreds of years ago. Maybe during the rule of the queen in colonial times? No, that didn't make sense either.

"It doesn't matter. You're here now. And we can leave." His smiled only faltered for a moment but it soon returned as he excitedly grabbed Tim's hand.

"Where do you plan on going?" Tim asked trying to ignore the way the boy looked at him like he was his savior.

"Home...I want to go home." He said sadly. "I don't belong here."

"You're a ghost. Shouldn't you stay here and rest?"

"I'm not dead!" He yelled pushing close to Tim "I'm alive! I swear! Can't you feel me?! I'm real!"

Suddenly Tim felt a pain of lips on his. They were cold but...soft. I'm pushed the boy away quickly.

"Stop that! What are you doing?" Tim yelled.

The ghost boy clenched his jaw as he was shoved away. His eyes were wide as he was caught off guard.

"That...usually worked. Guys usually listen when they think they will get something out of this." His voice was cold and bitter.

"So you really think I'll let you leave if you kiss me?!" Tim said incredulously.

The ghost's expression twisted in confusion.

"I don't have anything else to give. I just...want to leave. I'll do anything. No one will listen to me." Tears filled his eyes as he spoke.

The graveyard was deathly quiet again.

"Are you going to leave me here too?" A sob broke out as he spoke. "I can't last much longer. And she let you come here. So she must have forgiven me. She'll let me go if you let me out."

Tim saw the pain in the ghost's eyes and he did something stupid. He reached out and hugged him. A real hug. The kind his emotionally constipated family rarely gave. It was probably the only affection the ghost boy was given that wasn't forced or initiated by him.

Tim was still unsure if he should go through with this. He wanted answers but now only one question was on his mind.

"What's your name?"

"Danny....my name is Danny."

Kiss of Death- DCxDP prompt

A valentine horror.

Didn't matter why you were there or why you didn't run.

There was a graveyard older than Gotham itself. The names on the grave are weathered and unreadable from hundreds of years of exposure. The only reason one should come here was if you had managed to track your heritage to this gravesight after searching museum archives for burial records since the city wouldn't keep ones so old in the government building.

Unless...

You came because of the legend.

It's a new one. So it's more of an urban legend.

The story goes that the graveyard is haunted and a that anyone who comes here late at night will die. It's a simple legend, a very cliche and uncreative one at that.

But here you are. What was your goal? Ghost hunting? Graverobbing? Or perhaps your curiosity had consumed you and you had to know.

The air was thick. Like you are slowly choking on the darkness around you. Have you ever been in a room so quiet it was deafening? Like you are sure you must have lost your hearing because not even the wind would greet your ears. It was just empty space that wordlessly told you that you are alone. But that was just a room. A room that you leave and find solace in a trip of a light switch. This however was no room. It was the wide expanse of the outside world. In a place where streetlamps were not even a flicker in the minds of the residents that rest deep below your feet.

You chose a bad time to come. Perhaps you would be spared the wondering in the dark if you had the forgiving light of the moon on you. But such things were an afterthought, wasn't it? No tonight the moon was shadowed and the light of the stars would be your only salvation...but this was still Gotham. Could their light even reach you with the distant city lights over the horizon? Could the clouds mercifully move out of the way to give you some hope that you were not abandoned?

Now you were ill-prepared but you must have had some sense to at least charge your phone before you came. It's flashlight might be enough to get you back. But you're come this far. Brave or foolish you continue forward.

Until someone approached. You couldn't see them, only hear the muted footfalls of something coming near. Your ears so starved for sensation drank it like water in a dessert.

And in the light of your torch, a face appeared. A pair of baby blue eyes simmered in the light. A relieved smile on a pair of soft pale pink lips. A young man with tousled black locks appearing holding a small arm full of lilies and tulips.

"Finally, someone else. I thought I'd be here till morning." He said in relief as he came closer.

"What are you doing here?" You ask surprised that you weren't the only person here.

"I was cleaning the graves here and I must have lost track of time. Can you lead me out of here?" He asked softly and you'd hit yourself if you said no.

He clung to your arm as you walked him down the path.

The air began to get colder.

Where there was once silence you hearabout d the sound of crows beating their wings and making their wretched calls.

He clung harder to you.

That horrible curiosity got the better of you and so you began to speak.

"Why were you out here cleaning graves anyways." You asked.

"I was...helping. I come here alot." He said simply.

Nevermind the fact he was not dressed in clothes fit for cleaning. His white button-up shirt and dress pants were not something you get dirty. In fact, he didn't have a fleck of dirt on him.

"Where are your supplies?" You ask.

"I left them behind. I'll come back for them." He said curtly.

His grip on your arm tightened and it got colder.

"Just stay close please. I don't want to lose you in this darkness." He cooed.

You begin to feel lightheaded. The cold damp air made it hard to breathe.

You hear the crows...no ravens call out again.

"Never leave!" They repeated

"Trapped!" They called.

You hear a growl come from those pink lips, only they weren't pink anymore.

You look down at your companion and see a pair of bloody lips and a smile curled into a cruel but somehow sweet smile. A pair of glowing acidic green eyes that narrowed into pinpricks like a bird locking onto its prey. His once soft ebony lock now as stark white as snow caps.

You try to pull away but their grasp crushed your arm, hands like icy claws dug in.

" Where are you going?" He asked calm his eyes baring into yours.

Suddenly he did look very scary. No, he looked...so sad...so helpless and lost. His eyes where so warm and inviting.

"Don't leave me here. Help me. I promise I'll make it worth your while." His smile was so warm and inviting.

"Leave!" The ravens screeched.

"Run!" They called.

Even the screaming of the birds where drowned out as he pressed his lips to yours. It was too late. The sickly sweet scent of death and flowers filled your senses.

Why though, was his lips so cold? Why did they fill his mouth with the coppery taste of blood? Why did you feel so empty in the space you had hoped he'd fill in your heart?

But then a sharp pain struck your head and the warm trickle of blood flowed from your wound as a bird flew over your head.

You pulled away from the cloying embraces you perked in pain. And then you saw it. His face half half-rotted and skeletal. The once handsome man was a monster.

You sprinted away from him trying to frantically call someone for help on your phone. But foolish one had you forgotten. Your phone is also your flashlight and as you tried to use it you could only run blindly in the dark hoping you were still on the path. The sound of wind slicked the air behind you as you felt his icy breath on the back of your neck. You could only guess what was behind you as you heard no footsteps behind you only the feeling of being chased.

You dared not stop not even a moment and prayed that you didn't stumble. But mercy had found you as you saw the gate come into view and the solitary streetlight just beyond the boarder.

"You said you'd get me out! You can't leave me here!" A bloodcurdling screech rang out.

But you had already won as you made it out just barely with the graze of clawed fingertips at the back of your neck.

You closed the gate behind you and as you gazed into the dark abyss beyond the metal barrier you half expected it to be there. For it to snarl at you in anger watching you leave or slamming itself at the gate. But there was nothing. Not even the wind.

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

the hospital: miss wayne one of your relatives is injured can you come

Black weird reader: oh my god it's alfred!?

doctor: no it's...

reader: oh you scared me for nothing, have a good day*sorry for my english*

That is such a great question; I was thinking about it at school, and it just makes me think!

The reader doesn't really care when the Batfam gets hurt. Jason got stabbed; he'll walk it off. Tim lost his spell; he'll walk it off. Dick missed a flip and fell; HE'LL WALK IT OFF. But things start to feel different when the Batfam has near-death experiences. The reader doesn't know how to cope with death well. After their mother's passing, the reader still has their mom's number saved in their phone, even though the number is being used by somebody else or is nonfunctional. With that being said, since the Batfam usually get right back up, even after being stumbled and pummeled, the reader starts to see them as immortal—not like gods but able to heal after every fight. When Barbara got shot by the Joker, she got right back up and kept on working, helping the Bat. They thought she was immortal. The same thing with Jason and the Pit! The reader thinks the batfam can’t die, so when they hear about Damian's death, they think he’ll just come back, walking through the mansion doors like he’s the greatest thing since sliced bread. But he doesn’t come back until Bruce returns to the cave with your younger brother’s cold body in that colorful costume. You thought he was immortal; you thought he would always come back just to torment you. But this time, he doesn’t, and the reader is heartbroken, crying while holding Titus. Sure, you hated the little weasel, but he was your brother nonetheless, and the both of you spent so much time hating each other, just to barely have a relationship. While everyone recalls fun times they had with him, his older sibling has nothing. You couldn’t say anything, not to his tomb, not to anyone. Sometimes you’d barge into his room just to see if he was sneaking through the window, only to find nothing but a made bed, with sketches and doodles on a messy desk—not him screaming for you to get out, throwing things at you, calling you a bastard—nothing. This leaves you feeling empty. This is the same with Bruce's death; you think you can come back from anything, that he can survive anything. He is Batman. After all; he defeated superhumans with his bare fists. But when you see that empty cowl, all you can do is cry like a baby. Your father isn't immortal; he's human, like every single fucking person on the planet, and he's not coming back. The cowl is proof of that. But how come you sit in the office and pretend he's there scolding you, or you end up in the Batcave talking to a mannequin of his Batman suit? He's not coming back; you know it. He's not going to talk back, so why bother? These moments are when the reader realizes that, one, he'll never come back, leaving the reader all alone. It's a pitiful thing, really. So when you can't be indifferent to their injuries, the wound might just be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

[diminuel]

Rocks dies and WB doubles down on protecting and loving their little pebble. Both out of a sense to “provide 2 parents’ worth of love and care” but also because this sweet little thing is all he has left (and WB has an enormous heart)

Absolutely KILLS Dragon decades later when they realize WB taking on 100~ “sons” was his way of trying to fill the loss of his pebble when Croc made a break for it decades ago.

Oh no, my heart ;w;

Is this a scenario where WB then would have done whatever he could to protect his beloved pebble? I suggested in another ask that he and Rocks might have argued about how the child should grow up, with WB being of the opinion that the child should be, above everything else, safe.

So he might take his child to a secret location, a safe place and stay there with it, while they're both reeling from the loss. Of course, Whitebeard is a pirate, a young one at that and he has to get out there again, not only because he feels the pull of the sea, but also because piracy was the only way he could make sure there was money for his home town and for the child.

And of course the child would want to come with him. She doesn't want to be left alone in a strange place, with strange people, without anything to do. She's a child of pirates, she has been trained, she's used to the rough and dangerous life in the New World. But no, Whitebeard is firm, may even start some of his "girls should be home, safe!" (when he should have said "children". When he meant "I don't want to lose you.") which sparks anger in her. And defiance.

Despite her father's stance, she will not stay put. Will try to build a ship, get out, sneak on the Moby when Whitebeard is not paying attention (she gets very good at being quiet, at concealing herself and evading her father's uncanny ability to still spot him.) And I think WB might grow frustrated with the kid at one point. Frustration and fear and abysmal grief a destructive mix that doesn't unload in healthy ways.

He probably eventually has to allow the kid on the ship because he can't go chasing after his child, but stands firm on her not fighting. Again, this nonsense about girls not fighting. She knows its nonsense. There were girls on Rocks' ship. Hell, Rocks was a girl. Sometimes. Maybe she too can be a boy sometimes. If he's a boy then, he can fight! But of course that wouldn't work with Whitebeard. So he'd continue to butt heads with Whitebeard and doing rather reckless things that don't only endanger himself but also the crew. Which probably leads to one huge arguments were lot of things are being thrown around that would just be devastatingly painful for the teen.

As a consequence he sneaks off the ship and disappears before Whitebeard can make the cut, put him on an island and leave him there for good. And no matter how desperately WB looks for him, he just can't find him. Just like that, his precious child has slipped through his fingers, just like Rocks did. ;w;

Depending on what kind of AU this is, Dragon might try to nudge Crocodile towards a reconciliation. Because he can tell that Whitebeard is hurting and while it shouldn't mean anything to him, he is still sympathizing about the loss. Of course, Dragon might be projecting a bit, now that he finds himself facing fatherhood. And most of all, he can tell how Crocodile's anger conceals a deep wound. They really should fix this, before it's too late.

[sitepathos]

Hello. I really enjoy your story, "From Mold to Gold". The story is very well written that I could feel the emotions the reader is feeling. Please keep up the good work, but take your time. The real world can be overwhelming, and sometimes, writer's block can get in the way.

I was wondering if you have heard a song called "Thank You for Hating Me" by Citizen Soldier. When I heard that song, it made me think of your story. I imagine the reader going to a karaoke bar in Las Vegas to blow off some steam or something, and when they noticed the batfam there, the reader decided to show them how they feel (takes place after chapter 11). With this song, it would show that the reader is the bigger person form moving on from their past and growing into someone better. At the same time, telling the batfam to leave them alone and paint them in a bad light, even though everyone read The Daily Planet.

I thought this would be a good little one-shot or thought that I had. Thank you for taking the time to read this. Love your story. I can't wait for the next chapter.

#ask #from gold to mold

I swear, when you sent that ask, I was already halfway done with 12 and when I saw Vegas, I legit thought you had future sight, or something! I’m serious, I freaked out a little!

Also, I have to thank you for introducing me to this song! It’s amazing and I swear it could be the song of this entire series! It fits Reader to a T!

But as for your ask, you’d actually do amazing at a karaoke bar since the Megamycete has absorbed so countless people with musical abilities from across the ages, many of them quite talented at singing. If you wanted to, you could easily make a career of it if you wanted to.

But, if you were to perform “Thank You for Hating Me,” you’d definitely look them in the eye the entire time.

While you’re on stage, they can hear the pain, suffering, and hatred in every word. They knew they treated you wrong, but hearing you sing really drives home just how much they hurt you all those years.

Bruce would keep his emotionless mask intact (mostly), but he nearly cries when he hears the line “for making me feel I’m not enough.” It’s then he realizes that he really never took the time to get to know you. When he first met you, he was dealing with Jason’s death by burying himself in his work and he was too stupid to see himself in you that night in Crime Alley; and when his family grew, he still treated you like an outsider because he knew you weren’t fit to be a vigilante with them and you lacked the capability to aid them like Barbara. No matter what excuses he can muster, he made you feel like you were worthless and there’s no changing that.

Dick cries practically during the entire time. Seriously, this song just puts all his insecurities about his treatment of you on blast and he feels even more of a failure of a big brother. The title is what started it and he’s just blubbering, “I can never hate you, baby bird!” If there’s one thing in this life Dick holds dear to his heart, it’s his title as the big brother of the Wayne Family and you singing this song emphasizes that he failed and it’s haunted him ever since Alfred reminded him that you exist.

Jason, while upset over you putting your feelings about them in song form, feels closer to you as the song gives him a glimpse into how you see things. Ever since he learned that you were kidnapped (in his territory, no less) and were beaten to near death and then shot in the head like an animal, he’s been a powder keg just waiting to blow as it brought up all the memories of his death at the hands of Joker. To him, the two of you are kindred spirits, especially since you were brought back to life just like him. He also feels a connection to you when you say the line “for seething me off like a loaded gun” because he’s known his temper has always been his greatest weakness, even before meeting Bruce and when he hears the anger in your voice while you’re on stage, he sees a younger version of himself in you. He’s spent years running his mouth about how there’s no one in the family he can relate to and he was too fucking stupid to see how alike the two of you are.

Tim, while feeling like shit during your performance, spends the time to analyze your singing and he ponders if you were always capable of singing like this (how could he have missed that?!) or if the Megamycete has given you the ability to sing like this? He also can’t help but feel targeted when you look him in the eye when you say the lines “to hide how much you hate yourself,” “go get some help,” and “cause you’re always gonna be alone.” It’s like you know all his insecurities and you know just how to pick at them. Of course, with how they treated you like you didn’t exist for years, it would make sense that you more about them then they previously thought. He’ll have to update his profile on you when he gets back home… after he gets done crying in the shower, of course.

Steph and Cass are both in the same boat because they both cringe at the line “for showing no love” because they’re both guilty of that. Steph used you when she first got to the manor, showing you affection for a week and then discarding you like some toy when she eventually got bored with you because you weren’t a vigilante and Cass didn’t give you a second glance when she deemed you weak and not a threat. Back then, you weren’t a part of the family or even a person to them and now, they’d give anything to go back and fix their mistakes.

Damian, like Bruce, keeps a mask on the entire time, but on the inside, he’s torn up. He knows when he first arrived, he wasn’t the friendliest person and his upbringing with the LoA didn’t have room for any familiar affections. He grew up with knowledge that he was the rightful heir to the Bat and the Demon, but when he learned of your existence, he felt threatened as it would make sense that the firstborn son would inherit his legacy and so he attacked you. And once he found out you had no training and no way to defend yourself, he went out of his way to demean you so you would never rise above your station and threaten his position as the next head of the Wayne Family. But, in recent years, he’s learned the importance of family and has slowly come to respect and build a rapport with each of his siblings… even Drake. But due to his arrogance, he scorned you, his only blood brother, and has no idea on how he’s going to fix it.

Will this change their minds about bringing you back to Gotham and convince them to leave you alone once and for all? Hell no. They’re too far into their delusions and there’s no way of bringing them out of it. All it does is just add fuel to the fire.

Also, people record this and post it online, one video titled “Forgotten Wayne Blasts Neglectful Family.” It gets 50m views within an hour of its posting.

[museincarnate]

Llumia seemed equally delighted by the idea of the Lagomorph visiting the planet again, even if it was to try more of the seafood of their culture; a fast fondness for Tater growing within the estranged heiress, as she was the first person to truly give the Saiyaness a name to go by. The briefest of wistful expressions would come and go, on the face of the purple-haired girl, as she quietly wished that she could travel; likely avoiding doing so for reasons that weren't the easiest to convey.

Exchanged glances and smiles would be shared between the Little Rabbit, and everyone she looked at, including the stall owner once Tater was the first to offer the kind facial expression. For the most part, glances aimed towards the Earth Representative weren't ill-meaning, considering few people like Tater were likely visitors to any of the sects.

Once Tater caught wind of Llumia's inquiry, however, the body language of the Lagomorph would almost immediately cause the heiress to quietly sigh; the poor girl feeling as though she'd overstepped a boundary, and was being a touch too nosy, until her newfound friend actually answered her question. Wide eyes, as well as a slightly surprised expression, would find themselves on the visage of the violet-haired Saiyaness, as something of such magnitude wasn't often public knowledge, let alone a happening in the universe. With all of the sects of Saiyans at peace with one another, it was almost unheard of, that something would involve all of them, as well as an outlying party.

"I can't imagine how stressful it must be, but I really hope you find what you're looking for in all of this." A tone of worry lightly worked its way into the words of the estranged heiress, while the group of four still waited for their seafood order to be done; the stall owner working quickly, which left them with not too long of a wait time. Still, she'd offer the sincerest of smiles to the Little Rabbit.

"I wish it was under different circumstances, but I'm glad that we met because of it, at least. If I can be honest with the three of you, getting to meet two of the people I look up to, and having someone name me... They're both the best things to happen to me. Not getting to leave home and travel kind of makes life... Uneventful." Where she should have felt wistful, she instead sounded... Grateful; a giddy tone, as well as one of sheer adoration for the trio being laced into every word.

Torno would promptly put a pin in their conversation about paying for things for the Little Rabbit, as he wanted to lend his focus to the estranged heiress; her guidance through the shopping district being met with a respectful attentiveness from all parties, when they weren't conversing with one another. "You've proven many times over that our friendship isn't a matter of monetary benefit. Besides, if I recall, the Saiyan festival of unity will be taking place within the next day or so. Wearing something from at least one of the sects would be a rather generous show of acceptance for the cultures you're learning about, investigation or not."

Given that her companions were Saiyans, their appetites were nearly insatiable, though that would likely be to everyone's benefit, as they looked just a bit eager to try the delicacies of another sect's culture. Mentions of two of the other Royals would earn a rather curious and awe-inspired look from the purple-haired Saiyaness, as she wasn't wholly aware of how long the trio had been investigating matters. "I haven't tried seafood from anywhere else, but I've heard other people on the planet say that the seafood here is the best out of all the other sects!" Though, that could've just been pride for one's own culture talking.

The Lagomorph's selection of the available options would be met with approving gazes from both her tour guide, as well as the Paradox Saiyan and Mighty Saiyan; the three being no stranger to most types of food, and any similar parts of what made up the whole dish. Regardless, her excitement would be met with a soft chortle from Shuen, as he held up four fingers to the person in charge of the stall; the Hero of Hope extracting currency from his wallet, as he kept his money in a more Earthly sort of holder. "We'll take four orders of those, please!"

For a moment, an awestruck expression would etch itself on the features of Llumia, as she gazed at Shuen like he was some sort of saint; pink hues coming to her cheeks, as she then brought her gaze to Tater. Simultaneously, the person in charge of the stall looked at Tater with a look of curiosity, which seemed to imply that few people like her had ever come to Scallia's planet. They would then nod to Shuen, as they would begin working on the food mere seconds after doing so, thus leaving the quartet a bit of time to simply socialize with each other. Poor Llumia, though, couldn't get that look of awe off her face, like she'd never had someone buy her something.

She'd try, however, as she instead focused on conversing with Tater. "It's okay if you don't tell me, but... What's got you three traveling between all the sects of Saiyans, and investigating our cultures? I could see those two doing it, but... I can't quite figure out why you're part of it." Llumia couldn't help her curiosity, though she looked guilty in asking such a question.

[themultifanshipper]

hi! so i can’t stop thinking about this utter filth and i feel like you’re the only f1 blog that would understand the vision here. it’s gonna be a long one so buckle up 🫣🤭

ok so reader and liam are teammates and they absolutely HATE each other. like legitimately there’s no secret friendly feelings just pure hate and lust. and max is readers bf, and when it’s announced liam gets the seat at RB, max decides to give reader to him as a reward but also as a punishment to reader for not getting the seat at RB. and the whole thing is very dubcon/cnc cos max doesn’t really consult with you he just tells you about it like there’s no choice to be made. liam shows up and max just tells you to behave and do whatever liam wants before leaving you alone with liam. and the whole time liam is super mean and does everything he can to humiliate you and he really plays up the fact that he’s in total control (*cough* facefucking *cough* who said that??). there’s no limits so whatever kinky shit you wanna add in there go crazy. he’s a real freak. anyway at some point he ends up fucking your ass and he finds out you’ve never done anal before so it gets his ego going knowing he’s the only guy who’s fucked you like that. 🥵 blah blah blah proper name place name… he ends up making you cry and putting you in subspace and when he leaves max comes back in and gives you all the aftercare and praise

anyway you don’t have to write anything with this i just felt like I needed to drag someone down to hell with me over this🫡

-🦴 anon

New anon alert!

Mate I'm gonna need 5 to 10 business days to recover from this...

Liam pinching your nose while he's fucking your throat so you can't breathe...

Liam grabbing your head and forcing you to keep your eyes open and watch while he splits your cunt open, in front the mirror in yours and Max's shared bedroom

Liam constantly bringing up the fact that you weren't good enough to get the the seat every time you're about to come, to pavlov you into getting pleasure from being degraded

He's so mean with it too, "You're not good enough, you shouldn't even deserve to come, but you're gonna do it anyway because you're such a whore" and you sob your way through another orgasm because he's right

And yeah at one point he's got you on your stomach, hips propped up while he pounds into you, making sure to slap your ass hard every time you dare sound like your getting any pleasure

Then he can't stop staring at your other hole twitching under him, and he spits on it, and uses it to push his thumb into you

It send a shock through you and you come on the spot, almost screaming with how overwhelming the pleasure is

"You like that, huh? I wonder if my cock fits in here. Does Max get to fuck your greedy little hole when you've been good?"

And the answer is no. You tell him you've never done that and he immediately hikes your hips up further.

"I'll be your first time, that's cute"

He gets a couple of fingers in you before he decides he won't do too much damage and slides his cock, still dripping from your countless orgasms, inside your tight ass

You feel so full and so empty at the same time, Liam is not small, but it feels wrong that your cunt is being neglected

He pulls you up against his chest wrapping one hand around your throat, the other going to slap your pussy

"Fucking pathetic. Couldn't get the seat, and now your own boyfriend doesn't think you're good enough to fuck so he's leaving me to do the dirty work"

You cry and sob and writhe in his grasp but it's no use, he holds you there and forces you to take it

When he feels you getting tighter he knows you're about to come, so he hooks two fingers inside you, aiming for your g-spot and uses his palm to rub against your clit

You've never squirted before either, but there you are, juices pooling and dripping down your thighs

He removes his hand but even with his cock still pounding into you you just. Won't. Stop. Squirting.

You are intirely out of it, so lost in pleasure that your eyes are rolled back and you don't even have the energy left to make any sounds

So he keeps on chasing his own release, pressing your back down into the pillows with a hand between your shoulder blades

He doesn't come in your ass though, he decides to pull out and come over your quivering holes, half of it landing on your ass, and then dripping down your thighs and across your puffy cunt.

He leaves you in that exact position for Max to find

Your boyfriend cleans you up diligently, waiting for you to come back to him.

"You were perfect, schat. So perfect."

Kisses and cuddles galore, until you're giggling tiredly in his arms

"You'd better work tirelessly this season to get that seat. I'd hate to have to do this again with whoever beats you for it next year"

[bots-and-cons]

I’m in the mood for merformers if you don’t mind, if you’re not up to it you don’t have to write it I know it’s not Mermay 😂 but could you do a Soundwave and human reader. Sound wave meets them because they are a marine rescue person and untangled (stingray) Lazerbeak from an old fish net when scuba diving.

A/N: I love the idea of Lazerbeak as a ray of some sort, that's so cute lol. I changed it to manta ray because they're bigger though, so it would work the same way as in canon, as in Lazerbeak can rest on Soundwave's chest. I've always imagined the merformers as even bigger than the robots are in the show. Also, I'm using the word "mermaid" as a more of a general term rather than a gendered one, because I didn't really know what other word to use

You were on one of your dives in a new area, when you saw a manta ray stuck in a discarded fishing net

You of course went to help it, because you can't just leave an animal in distress alone, it could die if you didn't help and you couldn't stand the thought of that

You didn't even notice Soundwave before he was already behind/kinda above you and casting a shadow

He was of course wondering what you were doing, and he was ready to interfere if you seemed like you were going to hurt Lazerbeak

He very quickly realized you were trying to free his friend, so he let you do your thing

You got the manta ray freed quickly and it swam behind you and you turned around to see a gigantic something looming over you

The manta ray is swimming laps around this giants head, and you were just looking at him, eyes wide as saucers

You'd never seen anything like it before, was it a mermaid or something?

If it was, it was an absolutely huge one

You didn't really know what to do, should you try to escape? Was that even necessary?

You didn't get a hostile feeling from this giant creature, so the two of you just stared at each other for a couple of minutes

You were of course very intrigued, because you'd never seen such a creature before, so you swam a bit closer

The giant stayed still and let you approach, but he seemed to be observing you just as keenly as you were observing him

Soundwave was wondering what you might have been thinking, he knew that the existence of his kind wasn't really acknowledged by humans, and it was rare for humans to ever see someone like him, so he was probably more like a myth than anything

You didn't dare touch him, even if you were very tempted, his scales were so shiny and a beautiful deep purple

The manta ray came back to you, it swam around you as if to thank you and then the due swam away slowly

You kind of waved goodbye at them and you noticed the giant glancing back at you for a brief moment

You started seeing him almost every time you dove in that area, often he was pretty far away, and you weren't even sure if you were really seeing him

He eventually started approaching you a bit more, but he still kept his distance even though he swam alongside you

Soundwave was intrigued by you, most humans he'd met harmed marine life or did something else he disliked, but you seemed very respectful and kind

You'd also helped his friend, and you didn't seem to be scared of him either

He lived a pretty nomadic existence, but he decided to stay in the area for a while, just to see if he might see you again

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ʚ🩷ɞ Pile 1:

"Hello, my love:

We haven't met yet in the time we know, but I feel your energy close by. Sometimes, in the quietest moments, I close my eyes and I can imagine what it will be like the first moment I see you, how everything will seem to align, as if everything has led to this very moment.

I want you to know something: I am already here, thinking of you, even though I can't show you yet. You may not see it, but I feel a little closer every day. And in this space, I want you to trust that everything you have lived, everything you have experienced, is leading me right to you. Your strength, your vulnerability, your moments of light and shadow... are building me a clear image of how wonderful you are.

So don't worry about when or how, because love comes when it has to. I promise it won't be rushed, or forced. You don't need to be perfect for me; none of that really matters. All I want is for you to be yourself, as authentic as you are, because that's the person I want to share my life with.

With all my love that I haven't given you yet ;),

Your future lover"

💘 Channeled song from your person:

ʚ🩷ɞ Pile 2:

"Hello, my love:

Maybe this message comes at a time when you feel like everything is on pause, or that things are not going their course. And I want to tell you, from the bottom of my heart, that everything is happening exactly as it has to be. There is nothing that is out of place. We are at different points, but somewhere in this space that we share, we are already connected.

I want you to know that I am waiting for you, although not in the sense of waiting as something passive. No. I am waiting for you with everything that I am, with everything that I am learning, with everything that I already am and everything that I continue to discover. Because I need you just as you are, not for what you can do, or for what you can "give" me, but for what we are together when we meet.

Although sometimes you may feel alone or lost, you are preparing yourself for what is to come. Don't doubt yourself or what the future holds, I want you to trust that this whole path has been a part of my journey to you. You dont need to worry about what's still unclear. I promise that when the time comes, it will all make sense, believe me.

I send you all my love,

Your love"

💘 Channeled song from your person:

ʚ🩷ɞ Pile 3:

"Hello, my dear,

Today I woke up feeling so warm and close to you, like we already knew each other, like our souls already recognized each other, even though we haven't physically crossed paths yet. I'm here, even though you can't see me, and I'm sending you all my love and thoughts.

I want you to know that, even though this journey towards you is taking longer than you imagine, every day that passes brings me closer to you. You don't have to do anything else, just be you, and that's what attracts me the most. I promise you that everything is happening in its perfect time. When we get to meet, everything will make sense, and everything you've lived so far will be the solid foundation for what we're going to build together.

Don't feel pressured, Don't worry if it seems like things aren't going as fast as you'd like. I'm going through my own process too, and on this journey, we're learning to be better versions of ourselves so we can give each other the most genuine love.

I want you to always remember that you are enough just the way you are. You dont need to change who you are, how you think, what you like; the ones that get it, are the ones that matter, and in the end, you have me ;). Please keep moving and keep being you, you deserve the world and your ideas need to be heard. Your voice MATTER! so keep going my love.

With all my love,

Your partner in a crime"

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[shocked-collar]

tips for writing Lawrence? I really admire your writing.

IUKJ,MSEDNGBLKJGLESJLSDERG FIRSTLY THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU I'M LITERALLY SO STRUCK??? MY WRITING???? ADMIRABLE???? I FEEL LIKE MY TEETH ARE GONNA FALL OUT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

*fixes suit and tie* anyway

reminder that i am not gato and these are all my interpretations. the best part about fandom communities is that each mind thinks so alike yet independently, and the way you write a character won't be exactly the way another person does and that's your own personal magic touch.

Just like Ren, Lawrence has certain rules I like to stay attached to. The problem with HIM though is he's such a wild card it's hard to know when these rules apply.

Rule one is to remember Lawrence is isolated. He's used to being on his own and doing things on his own so he doesn't expect or even reach out for help. The idea of another human being kind or helpful for no reason is foreign, if not unrealistic to him.

Rule two is to remember that Lawrence has a very, very specific routine he lives by every week, rarely with interruptions. He's a homebody. He likes things his way and can't have them any other way. It's irritating and gives him a very strange sense of urgency when they're not. This is dangerous because that urgency can very quickly become aggression, as can a lot of things.

Rule three is to remember Lawrence is human. He's pretentious as fuck and speaks so poetically of death, wants to die so very badly, has done incredibly terrible things to people in the name of art, mentally separates himself from the public, believes he's better off locked up somewhere, yet reacts as any other person does to very many things. He says he wants to die, yet cries when his life is threatened or he's scared. He's certain he hates people and people hate him, yet yearns for the company of others who understand him and partakes in communities, even if just online. He says he's better off inside, yet left his house to meet a friend 2 weeks into talking online. He's a 'terrible person,' yet only takes MC home because he didn't want to leave them out there all alone. He's more human than he realizes.

Rule four is to remember he's proficient in gaslighting. Lawrence doesn't think the way other people do! Everything and anything can have meaning, and it's usually what he wants to see. He can make up anything on the fly if it protects him from guilt, fault, sorrow, anxiety, whatever it is he needs to be shielded from. He's quite the brat, so challenging him on any of his interpretations makes him irrationally bothered and he may not even speak to you anymore afterwards. He also uses this mental-protection to keep his world view in order, like in the situation in BTD2 when Ren leaves and he takes it out on you. It was REN who insisted you hangout a while, it was REN who left on a whim- but to Lawrence, you being there at all was the problem and it's all your fault.

Rule five is to keep the image of creepy in mind! Lawrence embodies the type of person you wouldn't want to be caught alone in an elevator with. He just radiates 'bad person' vibes, and his smell and quietness of his voice doesn't help.

And finally, rule six is to remember that Lawrence is a wild card. How he behaves depends on pretty much every single individual circumstance in whatever situation he's in. If he's uncomfortable he could be irritable, if the room has more than 2 other people in it he could be feeling intimidated, if he's meeting with a friend online he could be hesitant and scared, if something scary happens big or small it could launch him into a panic, anxiety, or aggressive attack, if someone's talking and their mouth sounds too wet it could make him hurt himself, if he's bored but nothing seems entertaining enough it could force him to dissociate, he could like this taste or feeling one day and absolutely hate it the next, his opinions on specific people change like the static on TV...

I like to think of Lawrence like an alligator, as they're opportunistic feeders and usually don't attack without provocation. Problem is with Law, you don't really know how you provoked him half the time. He's such an interesting, confusing character that I'm not even sure how to write it down in a way that makes sense. It all really depends on how YOU want to write him.

AGAIN, I'm not sure I helped??? this one is. a lot worse than rens imo. BUT I DID MY BEST AND AGAIN THANK U SM FOR LIKING MY WRITING HEEHEEHEHUEHENRKJDFGNDFLKJGGF

[hedwig221b]

hii ! do you have any recs for hale pack underestimating stiles or like stiles being underestimated generally and then he always proves them wrong? pleasee and thank uuu <3

and anon asked:

hiiiiiiiii, do you have any fic where like the pack or everyone thought stiles is weak and they always underestimated him??? i love badass stiles SO MUCH. thank uuuu!

Let's see how you like this bunch...

I Don't Need Protecting by halcyon1993

After Derek casts him out of the pack, Stiles is left completely alone, the perfect target for the newest enemy looming on the horizon. Now in the clutches of a vicious pack of alphas, tortured, mocked and fed up of being seen as weak, he's determined to prove to everyone who doubted him that you should never underestimate Stiles Stilinski.

They Never Learn by gryvon

Five times Stiles Stilinski was underestimated by someone outside his pack.

Never Underestimate Stiles Stilinski by haletostilinski

Derek is taken and tortured by hunters, who are confident that they have the upper hand. But they haven't met Stiles yet, who will stop at nothing to save Derek.

with bloody feet across the hallowed ground by owlpostagain

There were no last words. No more pleas, no more screaming. Just the sound of Stiles squeezing the trigger, the explosion of a second shot rocketing out of the revolver, and the hunters bursting through the open doorway just in time to see the bullet slam squarely into the center of Derek’s chest.

It seems wasted now by DaaroMoltor

It's been months. Months of lonely days and lonelier nights. And Stiles can't understand what he did wrong.

Wild Card by Onlymystory

Stiles doesn't really care if other people think he can fight. He knows what he can do. And he knows exactly how to save his pack when they're captured by the Alphas.

Can't rely on me by Littleredridinghunter

Set at the end of season 2, Gerard beats Stiles up, but it's a lot worse than anyone knows. The pack let him down, that's not really a surprise lately. When Danny finds Stiles nearly bleeding to death the next day it's the start of a beautiful friendship. Can the pack make amends before it's too late? Will Stiles ever forgive them for not being there for him when he needed them the most?

The Pretty Things (are going to hell) by FaeryQueen07

“You have something of mine,” Stiles says, and he reaches for his hood, pushing it back to reveal the rest of his face. Lips curled up in a smile promising pain and eyes like death, he says, “And now I’m going to take it back.”

The Boy Who Tamed the Sourwolf by AllTheseSquaresMakeACircle

Stiles is used to being second tier in everyone's life. How easily people forget him and move on to bigger and better things. Used to always being in someone's shadow. Leave it to Derek Hale to shatter those expectations.

Red Witch by rootbeer

The red hair of a banshee. The red eyes of an alpha. The red hoodie of a mage. The red of fire burning. Derek Hale has been a prisoner to the hunters since they burned his family alive. But now someone has come to save him: skinny, defenseless Stiles--147 lbs of skin and fragile bones. Turns out, sarcasm isn't his only weapon.

Lone Wolf by Kikileduc

Complete spin off after season 2, but does have season 3 and so on elements. Stiles feels forgotten, he feels left out. So he does something about it, while getting reacquainted with nature he stumbles on to something else. If the pack doesn't need him, if his dad wants him to stay out of it all, well, maybe he just needs a distraction in the form of 3 adorable wolf cubs!

And miles to go before I sleep by Heart_Of_Steel_And_Fandoms

Stiles leaves Beacon Hills at the end of Sophomore year. He's been abandoned by the pack, scarred by the hunters, and carries the equivalent of a volcano of magic inside him. Needless to say, his life sucks. But when Stiles comes back to Beacon Hills, over a year later and with a new persona, he isn't the same powerless human the pack remembers. And when demons threaten Beacon Hills, he proves to everyone that sarcasm isn't his only defence.

Dragon's Breath by trilliath

Between the hunters and the monsters that have interfered with life in Beacon Hills, the pack has had to learn a lot in the last few years, including Stiles teaching himself to practice magic in private. It's not exactly a secret from the pack, but it's not something he's shown much. When it comes time to put his skills to the test, Derek is the only one who finally gets to see Stiles's wild magic put to use saving Erica's life from a new threat in town. The aftermath changes something between them, and those tenuous lines tangling them together may mean the difference between life and death for them both.

Other fic recs: angsty fics | possessive Derek | historical AU | baby/mpreg | outsider POV | smut | mafia | hurt/comfort | magical!Stiles | Stiles gets kicked out of the pack | BAMF!Stiles | omegaverse | witch!Stiles | creature!Stiles | bad friend Scott | pack mom!Stiles | unrequited love | werewolf!Stiles | dark sterek | single parent!Stiles | feral Derek | arranged marriage

[lycheeloving]

Second chapter!! Happy Valentine's day <3

Bruce finds you at work and doesn't leave you alone.

< first chapter

The next day at work, it all feels like a fever dream. Did you really meet Bruce Wayne? And talk to him all night? You feel a bit nauseous just thinking about it, but you just remind yourself that you'll never see him again. Even if you did get along really well...

Whatever, you'll just daydream about kissing him in the moonlight, that's just as fun as the real thing, right? Not that you could compare it to the real thing,  you'd have to kiss someone at some point to know what it's like.

Maybe you should have kissed Bruce yesterday, he certainly seemed like he would have been ok with that, but that was probably just wishful thinking anyways. Oh well, too late now.

The bell that lets you know somebody entered the store rings and rips you out of your thoughts. Fuck. You hate when there's costumers, which is why you chose to work at the shittiest bookstore in Gotham. And are hiding in the back.

You're supposed to say something like "I'll be right with you!", but you're not going to do that. You hate talking loudly. Especially to strangers, especially when you can't even see them. But you never even say anything when you're out in the front and making direct eye contact with them, so whatever. You just hope they won't ask you for help with finding anything, just having to ring them up is bad enough...

Why do you have to get costumers at all? Fuck, you should really look for a job with less contact to people, but this is the best you've been able to find so far.

You reluctantly leave the safety of the back room, only to find a guy in an oversized hoodie and sunglasses absolutely beaming at you. Why is he looking at you like that? Should you know him?

Only when he takes the sunglasses off do you realize that it's Bruce. No way, how did he find you? You feel your palms getting sweaty.

"Finally! I found you! Do you know how hard it was to find this book store with the minimal description you gave me?" 

Not hard enough, apparently, considering that he was able to find you this soon. It hasn't even been a full day!

He's still smiling at you. "I've been to multiple book stores this morning! I'm so glad you told me you'd be working today, or I would have had to ask everyone if you're one of their coworkers!"

"Yeah, well, if I had wanted you to show up here, I would have given you more details, probably." You deadpan, hoping your voice isn't shaking.

He's not deterred, he just keeps talking as if you hadn't said anything: "Wanna get lunch with me? When's your break? We could go to that café around the corner that I saw on my way here!"

Is he not getting that you don't want him here? Well, you do want him here, but you don't. You want him to think you don't want him here so he'll leave before you can embarrass yourself.

"I can't leave for my break, I have to stay here. I'm the only one working right now, I can't just- just lock up and get something to eat." Your boss actually allowed you to do just that, but when you came back from doing it the first time, an angry costumer was waiting for you and yelled at you for 10 minutes about how it's rude to just close the store in the middle of the day. You don't want a repeat of that, so you started eating your lunch at work whenever there were no costumers. Which is almost always, luckily.

"I could go get you something and we can eat here! It doesn't seem like you get a lot of costumers so we won't even be disturbing anyone!" Why is he so persistent? Can't he go talk to some supermodel or something?

"I'm not hungry." You kind of are, actually.

"That's fine, we can just talk! I just wanted to spend some time with you. You know, I haven't clicked with anyone like this in a long time, I couldn't just let you go."

Wait, is he serious? Well, why else would he go through the effort of looking for you... But still, you can't quite believe it. Are you being pranked?

"You should go. What if costumers start showing up? I'm sure you don't want some weird fan to recognize you."

Bruce ignores what you say and stays. He talks to you for about half an hour, well, mostly he talks at you, until he has to leave because his lunch break is over. You just stand there, perplexed. Does he really want to hang out with you?

He returns the next day. And the next. And the next. Every day, always during his lunch break. It takes a few times until you stop trying to ignore him, a few more times until you start actually talking to him, and a few more times until you agree to eat lunch with him. Not go anywhere else, just eat your own lunch at the bookstore.

You can't stop yourself from trying to push him away a little bit, though.

You put down your fork. "You know, it's rude of you to keep visiting me at work, where I can't just leave. This is basically harassment."

"If you want me to go, I'll go. Just say so, and I'll never show up here again, I promise."

You don't want him to leave. Well, you do, because you don't want to get even more attached, but you don't, because, well, you're getting attached. You can't bring yourself to make him leave.

You huff and roll your eyes. "Whatever." You pick your fork back up and continue eating.

He tries to suppress a smile. Gross. He's so cute.

Whenever he catches you playing a silly game on your phone (which is basically every time he enters the store, as you love slacking off), he insists on befriending you on it if possible, so when you're not hanging out he'll send you a booster on your candy-crush-esque game, or play against you on a quiz app.

Sometimes he uses the chat option there to tell you to go to sleep when it's late and he catches you playing, even though he's obviously awake as well! Hypocrite. It makes you smile every time. 

One day while you're eating lunch together, a few months after he first showed up, he puts down his fork and says: "I think I need to make this more clear. I am interested in you romantically. I want to date you."

You almost spit out your lunch, but manage to swallow it without choking. "H- Wh- Huh? What?"

"We can just be friends, I'd love to be friends, we already are friends, in my opinion, but I would also love to date you. So if one day you decide that you want to date me, please let me know."

You already want to, but you will absolutely not be informing him of that, thanks. Asking for what you want? What are you, a well adjusted person? You blink owlishly at him instead of saying anything. That should suffice as a response, right? No, you should probably say something.

"...Look, even if I was interested in dating you—", which, again, you literally are, but why would you tell him that;

"—you're famous, and at some point it would come out that I was dating you, and the paparazzi would publish one single picture of me and I'd immediately panic so hard I would pass out and die. This—" You point your fork between the two of you. "—is already risky enough. Whatever this is, anyway."

Bruce, as always, chooses not to address the parts of what you were saying that were clearly your anxiety speaking and simply grins.

"So you do want to date me? It sounds to me like you're just looking for excuses. Don't worry, if I don't want anyone to know about you, noone will! People don't tend to recognize me when I'm not wearing a suit, especially in environments where they're not expecting me, so anywhere outside of my workplace and fancy parties. It's worked so far, hasn't it? Not a single person has recognized me here! Dating won't change that. So, if you do want to go on a date with me, just say the word. Please."

What word? Wait, he means that metaphorically, right? No, but seriously, what would you say, how would you say that without sounding totally weird?

"That's not what I was saying. At all. Stop misinterpreting me." You roll your eyes at him. He changes the topic, but he keeps smiling until he has to leave.

Lying awake that night, you think about what he said. Does he actually like you? Or is he just pretending, because he likes a challenge? Knew you'd be difficult to get close to, and he gets a kick from being someone's first relationship, kiss, everything, and then leaving them? You feel nauseous and you suddenly feel cold. How are you supposed to figure this out? You try to tell yourself that it's only your anxiety speaking, that Bruce is actually a nice person and wouldn't do that, but you can't quite convince yourself.

The next day, your way home after work (and after pretending your conversation with Bruce yesterday didn't happen, which luckily he played along with), you see something on the ground that reflects the light in a way that catches your eye.

What is that? It's kind of hidden behind a trash can.

You take a step closer, hoping it's not some kind of trap, but you can't think of a villain who would hide shiny things on the floor to kill civilians. At least not in that color, the Joker would make it colorful, and this object appears to be... black?

Oh, it's a Batarang! You've never seen one up close, but they can't be super rare with how often people online post about having found one, there's even one guy who collects them and has an entire wall plastered with them. Allegedly. People online are saying that most of them are probably replicas, but you can't tell, as you've never seen a real one. Until now.

That makes you think, just how many Batarangs does Batman have? More than enough if he let's random people keep them. You think about picking it up and taking it with you. It would be really cool to have a Batarang...

You reach out towards it, but stop right before you touch it. Is it stuck in the floor? Fuck, just how sharp are those things...?

Maybe you should leave it here, you'd just cut your hand open on it, trying to get it unstuck.

Plus, maybe Batman will find this one if you leave it here, and then re-use it! Reduce, re-use, recycle, Batman!

You leave it where you found it, after taking a few pictures of it as proof.

The next day, Bruce asks you if you did anything interesting yesterday, like he does every time he sees you. Usually you'd say no, but you did find that Batarang... Would Bruce care about that?

While you're contemplating, Bruce says: "You'd have said no by now if nothing had happened! Come on, please tell me?"

Fine! Whatever! You'll tell him, even if he'll probably think it's boring.

"Ok, so, on my way home yesterday... I found a Batarang. And, um, it got me thinking, well, first of all, how many of those does that guy have? If he's just leaving them lying around like that, right? Oh, and, it was so sharp, it was stuck in the floor, though I guess maybe that just means Batman is really strong? Either way, I thought he doesn't kill, right, but considering what he's working with it's a miracle no criminal has ended up dead yet, right?" You stop rambling, realizing that Bruce hasn't said anything yet. At least he appears to be amused.

"You have a lot of thoughts about Batman, huh?" He grins. "Yeah, he must have tons of those things, I've seen the posts. Did you take it with you?" He didn't respond to your killing thoughts... Oh well, you did give him a lot of information all at once.

"No, I didn't... But I thought about it! I mean, it seems like that's what everyone else is doing, but with it being stuck in the floor like that I was worried I would cut my hand open trying to get it unstuck! And with my luck there would have been germs or poison on it and my wound would have gotten infected, like, immediately, and I would have died. So I left it there for Batman to hopefully find again. I mean, he should probably be reusing the ones he already has, right? Reduce, reuse, recycle, I'm just helping Batman be more climate friendly!" There you go, rambling again.

Bruce seems almost too amused at all of this.

"Well, do you want it? I can come with you when your shift is over and help you get it unstuck, if you want. If nobody else has already taken it. I'm sure Batman won't mind. And if it ever comes out that he's not trying his best to be climate friendly, I'll personally go kick his ass, I promise."

"Uh. Um. You don't have to do that!"

"...Kick his ass or go get the batarang for you?"

"I meant getting the batarang, but also please don't fight Batman. He'd wipe the floor with you. No offense."

"Well, first of all, I think I'm just as strong as Batman-" You roll your eyes at him. Dork.

"And second of all, I don't have to get it for you, but I want to. Please let me?"

Ok. Fuck. Whatever. This is the first time you'll be seeing him outside of work, excluding your first meeting.

"Uh. Ok? I, um, my shift ends at 8."

"I'll pick you up in front of the store, then. It's a date!"

"Uh! No, well, yes, but, it- um-"

"I'm just teasing you." He winks at you. Winks! Is he trying to kill you? You turn your face towards your food so you don't have to look at him. Asshole. Stop being so hot.

Later, at 8, he's already waiting for you in front of the store while you're locking up.

"Ready to go?" He smiles.

"Uh, yeah! Sure!"

You start leading the way to where you found the batarang, talking about whatever comes to mind on the way.

Finally, about halfway on your way home, you reach the place where the batarang should be. You hope it's still there, but somebody else could have taken it. You push the trashcan it was behind to the side, and...

There it is!

"Look, it's still here!" You turn around to Bruce, smiling. He smiles back. You fight the urge to giggle or hide your face behind your hands, he needs to stop being so cute.

"Didn't you say it's stuck in the ground? Why wouldn't it be here anymore?"

"Uh, you said you'd help me get it out? Somebody else could have done the same thing!"

"Right. But they don't have my getting batarangs unstuck from the ground skills."

You roll your eyes. How often could Bruce have come in contact with a batarang? His only advantage compared to you is that he's stronger and not afraid of cutting his hand open. At least that's what you think.

You watch as he grabs the batarang and gets it unstuck in seconds. Seriously? It was that easy?

"Woah. I think I would have been able to do that myself, that looked super easy. Sorry to have made you come all this way..." Apparently it wasn't stuck in there as much as you thought? Even if a considerable part of it disappeared beneath the ground. Hm. Weird. Maybe there was a batarang shaped hole there before it landed there? Or Bruce is just a lot stronger than he looks.

"No, I'm glad I came along! I wouldn't have wanted you to cut yourself accidentally." He wraps the batarang in a piece of fabric. Some kind of rich people tissue, maybe.

"Let me carry it home for you?" He looks at you in a way that makes you melt a little bit. Ok, fine.

"Oh, uh, sure!" You did enjoy walking around with him. And not just because walking with someone in Gotham is safer than doing it alone.

"Also we could maybe order dinner? And eat together at your place?" And let him into your apartment that's not cleaned up? That looks shitty even when it is cleaned up?

"Don't push it."

"Or we could go somewhere? I'll pay, of course."

And absolutely embarrass yourself and make him never want to see you again and talk about you to journalists that you're a horrible person, which gets published in every newspaper ever so you have to move and change your name? Ok, maybe that was a bit dramatic.

Bruce can clearly see the anxiety on your face.

"It doesn't have to be a date, if you don't want that."

Be brave! Be brave! You can do this!

"Uh." You almost choke on your words. "And... if I do... want that...?"

You might actually pass out, this is horrible. If he doesn't respond in less than a second, your flight response is going to win and you'll run away. And quit your job, so he can't find you again.

"That would be wonderful! We can take it slow, ok? Absolutely no pressure to do anything you don't want to do whatsoever, I promise."

You nod, not feeling brave enough to say anything. Maybe those were your last words ever.

"So... Dinner at your place? As a date?"

You nod again. Shit, fuck. Are you actually going to date Bruce Wayne? What were you thinking? Wait, does going on one date even mean you're 'dating' him? What's the definition here?

You start walking again, leading Bruce to where you live. If he hates your apartment and leaves and you never see him again that's fine and you'll be able to handle it, right? But that won't happen, so calm down. But if it did happen, you'll be fine and ok and fine. It's fine! Oh fuck, what if you misunderstood him? Did he even mean dinner tonight? Are you embarrassing yourself by assuming he'll come with you right now?

Bruce walks right beside you and starts talking again.

"I'll order. What do you want?" While saying this, he puts an arm around your shoulder. You tense. Woah.

"You said you'd take it slow!" Look at that, you can talk again.

"Too much?" Yes. But also no. But yes. But no.

"I don't know! Maybe?" He takes his arm away and you can breathe again, but somehow at the same time you miss his warmth.

"Don't worry, I'll take it so slow. The slowest. You won't regret dating me, I promise. This'll be so much fun, you'll see." He smiles.

You don't know about that, but you do know that at the very least it'll be interesting. You hope he won't notice you looking up what the definition of dating is on your phone while he's ordering food later.

[glamorousfantasyfic]

Singing my heart out

Pairing : Azriel × reader

Word count : baby , Idk

Summery: Azriel is your roommate and you are in the mood to blast out songs but didn't expect Az to see you singing your personal concert .

Warnings : some kissing scenes, banter, fluff .

I looked outside the window, the city was bustling and small lights marked the streets. I couldn't hear the city noise, thanks to the soundproof glass but I was comforted by others going about their night.

I was having too much energy for tonight, and it will probably bite me in the ass later when going to bed and not being able to sleep.

So I turned towards my room and searched for my speaker and microphone which I had gifted myself as last year's birthday present. I wanted something fun and a dance song to get this pent-up energy out.

" Perfect, this is the one "

I grabbed my microphone and put on Taylor Swift cause there's nothing I love more than Miss Tay's music.

I started bobbing my head with the beat and closed my eyes.

" Midnight "

" You come and pick me up, no headlights

Long drive

Could end in burning flames or paradise"

Now I am doing a full-blown dance and singing like I am Miss Tay, ohh how I wish !!

"Fade into view, oh

It's been a while since I have even heard from you "

Now I am just letting go and feeling this music baby !!

"And I should just tell you to leave 'cause I

Know exactly where it leads, but I

That's it, this room is my concert and I am doing a show for the audience.

And I am singing as loud and proud as I can " You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style"

I am imagining someone's eyes they are golden and warm like honey and they hold me captivated. With my eyes held closed, I imagine him with his beautiful face looking at me with so much heat.

His eyes did not leave mine, not even blinking.

"You got that long hair, slicked back, white T-shirt

And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style"

His piercing gaze on me and his Adam's apple moving and now I am hot and bothered. With a fuzzy feeling in my stomach.

"So it goes

He can't keep his wild eyes on the road, mm

Takes me home

The lights are off, he's taking off his coat, mm, yeah"

I can't stray my eyes away and I just want to tear his clothes apart with my bare hands. And he's taking off his coat, the fuzzy feeling in my lower belly expanding.

"I say, "I heard, oh

That you've been out and about with some other girl, some other girl"

And that other gurl, I am gonna kill that one yeah!

He says, "What you heard is true, but I

Can't stop thinkin' 'bout you and I"

I said, "I've been there too a few times"

Yeah but gotta pretend that doesn't bother me. Yeah and as I open my eyes to roll them

There were warm eyes

Wait what ??

I stared, my eyes wide, song forgotten, Taylor you really need to shut up now.

His mouth tilted upwards, he looked at me from afar, arms crossed across his chest, the tattooed muscles bulging.

Standing and leaning against my door frame looks delicious with droplets dripping down his face, one coming down his neck and ...

Okay! Snap out of it.

I quickly or tried to turn off the speaker, turned calmly and placed my microphone on the bedside table, my back to his I took a deep breath.

" You don't have to stop at my expense, darling "

And coughed right out of the air. Turning towards him said, " Umm .. well I kinda was hoping I was alone "

I said looking down and playing with my hands and the string of my pajama pants !!

Oh no, I am in my pajamas! These are hideous.

" Well we can't let that whole show, go to waste can we ?"

Quickly untangling my hands, I looked up, " How long were you standing there ?"

" Since your tight little skirt, yeah that's what that was, isn't it? "

I tried to fight the blush creeping up my face but it was no use.

" It was an amazing show though, I thought I was having a heavenly experience. "

He said still leaning, still with his stupid smirk which was now turning into a smile.

" Shut up, I thought I was alone and wanted to burn off some energy, okay !? "

I said folding my own hands across my chest and his gaze moved towards my chest. Then I realized, were not covered with bras and we were perked up because of my little show here.

His gaze moved upwards but that smile had turned into something malicious.

I quickly dropped my hands to my sides, still unsure why had I put on my pajamas so early.

He stalked towards me.

" What are you... doing?"

He didn't stop until he was a foot away from me.

Feeling his warm breath, I tilted my head upwards, almost injuring his chin and my head.

"Oops sorry."

I said with intent to take a step back but his arms sneaked around my waist holding me in place and flushed against his.

Leaving me no room to breathe, he bent down brought his mouth close to my face and whispered in my ear

" Y/N, I can suggest many activities to release that energy ."

Too flabbergasted to answer I just stood there not breathing, just still.

" Y/N, darling you need to breathe."

I snapped out of it and took a slow, steady breath.

"Az," I said or wished to say but it came out as a whisper.

" Mhmm, yes ." He rumbled, his eyes darting between my mouth and eyes.

I felt his words to my core, but an idea snapped at me.

" That song, I was imagining Cas," I said fighting a smile.

His eyes snapped towards mine, the lust circling in his eyes, tampered down but still there.

He pulled himself back, his hand still around my waist.

" What did you just say ?" Raising an eyebrow, he said.

" I said ...."

I say saying every word and sound painfully slowly.

"I dare you to say another man's name right now," he said possession and jealousy in his eyes as he slowly stepped towards me.

I smirked and looked in those dark yellow eyes

I stepped back but due to the bed behind me I fell

" Oomph"

As we fell on the bed, I pinned underneath him.

" I said Cassi-"

His wings were tucked neatly and unraveled, and both hands were on either side of my face. He caged me and kissed me roughly with passion and so much hunger, I couldn't help but kiss him back but as I moved my hands for his hair, he grabbed both of my wrists and pushed them back into the mattress

I groaned he broke away from the kiss,

" This is your punishment for trying to tease me. No hands on me, and you are my dessert, which I am going to have early. "

He said smiling wickedly and as I went to pout, he roughly kissed me again.

That's how we spent our evening and safe to say I slept very peacefully that night with all the ' Activities' that I had done.

I hope you enjoyed this, it was my first time writing my crazy thoughts down so please feel free to correct me or give any feedbacks that you have. If you have any Azriel requests, do share these and I will talk to you soon.

Byeeee !!

[that-hazbin]

Your angel AU now has me by the THROAT.

I’m assuming that Alastor goes to Hell basically immediately after Emily tells him that Lucifer Fell and hopes that Lucifer didn’t just forget about him (even if everyone else had).

That reunion will be messy, and I think that in a way Lucifer didn’t forget about Alastor—I am now convinced that the apple on Lucifer’s hat is the one he meant to give Alastor and no one can convince me otherwise—but thoughts of him kind of fell to the wayside as other things took priority. I imagine Lucifer will be a mix of happiness to see Alastor, and horrified guilt because he was left in that garden for 10,000 years alone and it’s his fault. You said this whole idea was based on Spinel, so I’d think Alastor is a mix of terrible sadness and frothing fury, oscillating between the two in turns.

You have set up a situation that will have severe emotional repercussions that are delicious to contemplate; thank you for sharing your ideas and writing with us, and I respectfully request more.

I shortened a lot of this AU because I wanted people to make their own thoughts on it, but I've got a lot of personal thoughts for it that makes it fun. One of them is that in this AU, Alastor doesn't have wings. He was made for Lucifer as basically his doll, and so he wasn't allowed flight. If he needed to go anywhere, he needed Lucifer to fly him around. So leaving Heaven to get to Hell would, in fact, be really difficult. He can't just fly down the way Adam and his exorcists can.

Granted, since Lucifer fell, maybe Alastor thinks "alright I'll do that too" and just bodily throws himself over the edge. That would be a NASTY reunion for Lucifer. Sees some meteor falling from Heaven, flies up to stop it, only to realize "Hey wait is that a person— IS THAT ALASTOR?!"

Meanwhile Emily, who witnessed this poor WINGLESS guy JUMP FOR HELL, is frantically trying to call up Charlie and give her like. A warning. Perhaps an explanation.

Lucifer and Alastor would have the most messed up reunion in this case. Alastor is still operating on the idea that his whole existence is to please Lucifer in some way, specifically to make him happy, to entertain him. In Lucifer's mind, this means that Alastor literally condemned himself to the most painful action in existence because of HIM. He never managed to give Alastor the fruit of knowledge like he planned, and it resulted in this.

Unbeknownst to Lucifer, Alastor isn't completely bereft of free will. Otherwise, he wouldn't be... feeling the emotions that he's feeling. He's hurt, saddened, and filled with so much anger. And Alastor is not going to direct that anger at Lucifer, of course not, it's not his fault that Alastor waited for ten-thousand years for no reason. (Except, it kind of is, but NO IT ISN'T.)

Things will hit a boiling point, though, when Lucifer suggests getting Alastor back into Heaven. Because obviously Alastor doesn't deserve to be in Hell, it sucks here, and Alastor deserves better— except that's not what Alastor hears. What Alastor hears is that despite waiting several millennia for this moment, Lucifer doesn't actually want him around and is planning on getting rid of him. Wiping his hands of him. Why not, right? Every other angel in Heaven has forgotten about his very existence, and here's Lucifer, the one he was made for, trying to do the same!

Alastor would just. Explode. He's confused and so, so furious. What exactly did he do wrong this time? Why isn't his friend happy to see him, why doesn't he want Alastor to stay? Is he seriously going to abandon Alastor AGAIN?! TEN THOUSAND YEARS! He can't do it again, he can't.

It would take a while before Alastor calms down.

[taleya15]

"Just friends"

*Ring*

*Ring*

*Ring *

"Nothing. Again. Great." Mike sighed against the wall of his basement. He hates when Joyce is working, which is constantly now. He rings up Dustin to complain. Because Lucas is at basketball practice like always. So Dustin is all Mike has now. It's weird because Will used to be the person Mike would go to so he can complain and rant to. Now Will's mom is the reason he complains. Dustin is quick to answer like always, and for a moment Mike feels grateful.

"No answer?"

"Nope. Nothing. I'll try again in an hour, but for now! What the actual fuck dude! I hate Joyce's job! It's so stupid that I basically have to schedule a meeting with my best friend!"

"I know. I know man. I'm sorry."

Mike sighs out but doesn't say anything for a moment.

"Thanks for trying though man."

"Of course man. But hey listen I gotta go, my mom's calling me up. She wants a new cat."

"Oh. Haha have fun."

"I won't. See ya man."

"See ya!" With the sound of the hanging up beep, Mike sighs again and walks to the couch. He plops down dramatically and starts thinking. He hates this so much. All he wants to do is at least talk to Will. The only thing that can calm him down in a bad mood is Will. El helps when she can, but Will is the only one who can fix it completely.

He hates that too. He hates that the only person who can calm him down is the person he can never reach. He hates that he can't go to his girlfriend about this. She could only understand and help so much. But Will.. he understands everything Mike says. Sometimes Mike wishes Will was a girl. Then maybe it'd be easier, but he loves El. At least he thinks he does anyway. Eventually he realizes the time and realizes the full hour has passed. An hour of self loathing and anxiety. Great another one.

Mike gets up again and goes to the phone. He almost doesn't pick it up. He almost just leaves it alone and goes to sulk for the night. It wouldn’t be the first time. But something in him tells him to try again. Maybe it's his stubbornness, or his desire to talk to Will that does it. But he picks the phone up anyway and while he puts the number in he gets a weird rush of Deja Vu. But he pushes on and listens to ring of the phone. It's five rings later and he almost hangs up. But then there’s a different sound, a pause then the sound of the phones connecting.

"Hello, Byers residents. Joyce speaking."

"Oh! Joyce hey!"

"Mike? Oh hi hun! Haven't heard from you in a while! What's going on? How's school going?"

"Uh. Yeah school's great thanks."

"Right! Silly me! You're calling for Will aren't you?"

"Haha yes ma'am I am. Is he there?"

"Yes! I'll put him on now!"

There's a muffled sound of Joyce's voice then there's something different that happens.

"Uh hello?" Will answers the phone seemingly confused. His voice seems deeper, like three octaves deeper. It surprises Mike for a moment, but he pushes past his initial thoughts and speaks to him. Finally.

"Will!"

"Mike! Hey man! How- how are you? I haven't heard from you in a while."

"Yeah. Yeah I know sorry man." I tried calling you, like every day. But that sentence dies in his throat. He wouldn't dare say that out loud. He'll sound like a wimp.

"That-that's ok! How's it going?"

"Um. It- it's fine thanks. How um how is it for you?"

“... good. Are you sure you're ok? You can tell me." Great. He saw right through it like aways.

"I- I just honestly had a terrible day today." He sighs uncomfortably he really doesn't want to elaborate. But he knows he has to.

"Oh I'm sorry what happened?" Mike sighs again and thinks of something to say. He can't say the real reason why. He can barely admit to himself the real reason.

"Oh. Um I got a bad grade on my exam today." That actually was true, he did get a really bad grade on an exam today in math. But he honestly didn't care about that. He couldn't care less about it, but it was the only thing he could think to say.

"Oh man! I'm sorry I understand, is there anything I can do to help you?"

"I- I don't know right now."

"Well I can distract you."

"That sounds great actually."

For the next ten minutes Will talks about anything that he can think of. Mike mostly listens, but he loves the conversation. He feels at ease for the first time all day. And for a moment, a single moment he wishes he could tell Will what he's desperately wanting to tell him. He's dying to confess to him, to say 'Will, I'm so desperately in love with you. I wish I could be with you, I don't care about El. She's nothing to me, because I can't have you.’ But instead he just listens and reminds himself that they're "just friends". And Mike would never dare ask Will his feelings either.

Because he's convinced that Will's straight, but is he?

[fall0utmind]

Ok hi!!

I absolutely LOVE your abo sick au!! I want to hear about the packs reaction! Pecco is suspicious af, but what about Bez? Jorge (Martin and Lorenzo)? Luca? Everyone??

Do they notice anything, or are they completely oblivious?? Or a mix of the two?

Do any of them dare to ask Valentino about it, or do they just gossip amongst themselves??

Tell us Everything! :D

@candied-books sorry for the delay!!

Oooooo oooooo. This is SUCH a good ask.

Okay so,

Bez has no idea what's happening. Marc isn't in the pack room, okay whatever. He's too young to remember marc being in the pack room. Sometimes, he's slightly curious, though, because he's also an Omega, so he wonders who's looking after him/ where his pack is. Because for bez's omega, pack is so important. But he doesn't think much of it. Also, his pack alpha is anti-Marc. He doesn't question it. He worships Vale as a rider and an alpha. It's also worth noting that afterwards, when Bez realises that it was Vale using his alpha voice, he's terrified. Because what if someone, or even Vale, does that to him?!?!?

Pecco and Luca- suspicious! Very important to remember that they were both on the fringes of MotoGP when 2015 and the divorce happened. They remember a time when marc was part of the MotoGP pack. At first, pecco definitely assumes it Marc isolating himself, and it's only when they become teammates that he questions it because Marc doesn't smell, doesn't have heats in the team schedule calendar thing. Pecco is confused and then starts to suspect things with Vale.

Luca, though, is suspicious from the start. He knows his brother and his hot head and is immediately worried about what he's said. Beta luca?? Maybe. Luca spends years trying to be nice, or at least neutral to marc, but obviously marc can't stand to be near him (luca is vale's pack, it hurts), so doesn't accept any of the olive branches. This upsets luca a bit (maybe?). But marc pushes him away so much that there isn't anything he can do but sit and watch as marc destroys himself. He defo tries to tell Vale but with no luck.

Alex- I have briefly talked about this. Alex knows what happened and is so angry on his behalf. But also, marc defo isolates himself from his brother a lot, they don't live together, and I feel like marc just won't listen to his family. It isn't so bad 2015-2018. Alex doesn't really think too much about the pack room until he gets into the paddock and realises its more of a big deal. He tries to dray marc, but marcs is having none of it. So eventually, Alex only sneaks off to the pack room occasionally. Trying not to leave Marc alone.

(Thinking that maybe it is a bit painful for marc to be around Alex because of this, but he just chokes it down because being with his brother is more important than chronic pain)!!

By 2018-25, marc is a mess. Alex knows he's noticed, but it's almost too late. There's no convincing him about the omega suppression and marc 100% plays it down, hides away.

Jorge Martin - hmmmm, an interesting dynamic. Also, maybe an omega. I think the other omegas on the grid feel very lost without a pack omega?? It should be marc, and he got kicked out, and I reckon that affects pack dynamics, even if people don't know why??

Jorge, dani, casey, dovi and etc- I have spoken about briefly, but I need to consider their place since they were there when it happened!! Dani 100% notices. Not sure about JLo. Not very involved with marc but notices things with vale for sure.

Franky- very calming guy, I feel like he has a lot of empathy and can defo pick up on the odd vibes... hm. I wonder if he's a little like the voice of reasonnin this fic? Maybe marc's advocate, the nice guy? What do you think??