#let them make each other better for a change

[carisa-ironfell]

If you're going to church just for the "sermon" and want to get pissy about getting "lectured" instead, you're not actually listening to what's being said (or your pastor isn't saying the right things) and you definitely aren't going to church for the right reasons. It's just autopilot at that point, just a pointless ritual that doesn't mean anything. And I know this from experience because that's WHY I stopped going to church. I wasn't getting anything useful out of it, and the environment was taxing my mental health instead of helping me heal. I wasn't growing, I was just miserable and angry and bitter.

The point of church, as I've always understood it ever since I was little, is to connect with the other members of your community and help each other learn and grow and continuously become better people, to follow Jesus' teachings and LOVE people. You go to church to LEARN, and when needed, to be guided back to the right path by your pastor and/or your peers. That's literally their job. For example, most of Paul's writings. (Paraphrased: Y'all are acting crazy, stop doing that. Here's how to fix it.)

You don't have to agree with others' choices in order to love them, and something that a LOT of Christians seem to miss is: if you're not getting through to someone and you can't change their mind, let it go. The seed is planted, and there's a chance that years down the line, God will speak to that person and they'll be ready to listen. Shouting in their face (literally or figuratively) is only going to make them get defensive and shut down and push that time further away.

Anyway. No one who claims to be Christian or any kind of servant of God should be rejoicing in mass slaughter. And I've had to listen to "Christians" rant about how great and amazing the nightmare in Palestine and other Middle Eastern conflicts are, and it makes me sick. Whether you agree with them or not, people don't deserve to die like that. And if there's a member of a church who tries to implore the president to do something positive about that whole disaster, don't get pissed off with them, because they seem to understand the teachings better than you do.

I don't really consider myself Christian. I want nothing to do with that (generalized) group of people, because I have yet to meet any of them who make sense to me and can help me grow. I believe in God, I do my best to act in ways that reflects Him, but until the church starts shaping up and actually behaving with love and compassion instead of hatred, I'm not involving myself with them. It's dismal to watch and it makes my heart ache. And I can only imagine God probably feels the same way in a lot of cases.

I wasn't expecting to say this much ._. Uhh, sorry if anyone actually reads this lol Be safe and well! With love, Reggie 🤍

The lack of self-awareness is truly astounding.

[solxamber]

Hi there! For the valentines event can I request Ace with romantic implications with the song "30 Second Love Story" by PEGGY with inspired by these specific lyrics? "There are millions of people, and millions of lifetimes And maybe in one of them, I found my voice And I told you I liked you, and then came for coffee In five years we're married, a house and a family" I know you said you are getting a lot of Ace requests but the brain rot is real if you're getting Ace-fatigue you can go with Sebek instead!

"I spent my whole life in a moment with you" || Ace Trappola

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: 30 Second Love Story by PEGGY

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 890

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Pining, Confessions

Ace is in love with you.

Painfully, irreversibly, hopelessly in love with you.

It hits him in flashes, in moments so ordinary they shouldn't feel life-changing—but they do. Like when you pass him a drink without him asking, already knowing what he likes. Like when you shoot him a grin after winning a game against him, smug and shining. Like when you nudge him with your shoulder while walking side by side, laughing, your warmth so close yet so far.

It happens when you hold his hand casually, fingers laced without a second thought, as if you don’t notice the way his heart hammers against his ribs. It happens when you lean into him during a movie, your weight comfortable and trusting, completely unaware that his pulse is racing.

He thinks about a future where this is normal—not just fleeting touches and teasing words, but something real. Something that lasts.

Mornings where he wakes up to you tangled in his sheets, sunlight catching in your hair. Breakfasts where he sneaks up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist as you make coffee, pressing his face into the crook of your neck just to hear you laugh.

Lazy afternoons spent wrapped in each other on the couch, sharing popcorn and complaints about a bad movie. Evenings where he watches you from across the dinner table and still thinks, Damn, I love you.

A life with you. A future where he’s yours, and you’re his.

He dreams about it more than he should, and every time, he tells himself to stop.

He can’t ruin this. You’re his best friend. If he messes up—if he confesses and you don’t feel the same—then what? He’d lose everything.

So he stays quiet, keeps it locked inside his chest, lets himself drown in his own longing.

Until the day he doesn’t.

It’s a golden afternoon, the kind where the sun paints everything in its soft warmth, and you’re sitting next to him, talking animatedly about something—Ace isn’t even sure what, because all he can focus on is you.

The way your eyes light up when you get excited. The way your hand moves, expressive and unguarded. The way your fingers are wrapped around his, absently squeezing like it’s second nature.

And that’s when it happens.

His heart stutters, skips a beat, and suddenly, everything makes sense.

Why is he waiting? Why is he so scared?

You are his best friend. The one who laughs at his stupid jokes. The one who sticks by him even when he’s being a pain in the ass. The one who makes life better just by existing in it.

How could he not love you?

And how could he keep pretending that he doesn’t?

Before he can think, before doubt can creep in, he moves.

His free hand reaches for your face, cupping your cheek gently. You blink at him, startled, lips parting—ready to ask something, maybe—but he doesn’t give you the chance.

He leans in and kisses you.

It’s soft at first, tentative, his breath catching as he waits for you to pull away. But you don’t. You freeze for only a second before melting into him, fingers tightening around his.

The moment you respond—when your lips move against his, when you kiss him back with just as much warmth—it feels like something inside him clicks into place.

He’s never believed in fate, but this—this feels damn close to it.

When he pulls back, his heart is pounding, his stomach twisting in nervous anticipation. But the way you look at him, stunned and breathless and smiling—it’s everything he needs.

You don’t say anything. You just squeeze his hand, as if to say, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.

And that’s all he needs to know.

Ace wakes up to the weight of you in his arms.

Sunlight filters through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the sheets, and he takes a moment to just—breathe. It's been five years, and he still can't believe this is real.

Your head is tucked beneath his chin, your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt. Your warmth is familiar now, expected, like it’s always meant to be there.

He shifts slightly, his fingers tracing absent patterns along your back, and you stir with a sleepy hum.

“Mm… Ace?” Your voice is drowsy, muffled against his chest.

“Morning,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You tilt your face up to look at him, eyes still heavy with sleep, and he thinks, I’ll never get tired of this.

Never get tired of the way your nose scrunches slightly when you wake up. Never get tired of how soft you are against him, how safe you make him feel. Never get tired of the matching rings on your fingers, the quiet proof of the promise you made to each other.

“Five more minutes,” you mumble, nuzzling into him.

Ace huffs a laugh. “You say that every morning."

“And yet, I still get five more minutes every time.”

He rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t argue. Instead, he pulls you closer, burying his face in your hair.

This is it.

The life he dreamed of—the one he was once too scared to reach for—is now his reality.

And as he kisses you awake, slow and sweet, he knows he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Masterlist ; Valentine's Event

[nativegirltapes]

RAFE AND HIS BISEXUAL BEST FRIEND

notes/warnings: been thinking about them forever and i'm happy to finally be posting this and sharing my thoughts <3 i hope this isn’t too self indulgent and that this will find an audience that resonates with it lol

rafe and BISEXUAL!READER who complain about their girl problems to each other but ultimately both know that none of it matters because they have each other. there's this unspoken love, platonic or romantic? neither of you are really sure, that you both have that make you both okay with not having anyone else.

BISEXUAL!READER who actually hated rafe before their friendship blossomed. you didn't see much appeal in the kook king himself, but that was until you attended one of his annual ragers ... where you drunkenly overshared about your life and your recent break up with your girlfriend. to which a drunk rafe cameron told you "you'll be okay. bitches ain't shit." and you've been friends with him ever since.

BISEXUAL!READER who really was a life changing friend for rafe. they're constantly throwing jokes at each other but they can both be serious when needed. you really helped rafe with his addiction and just overall become a better person. he doesn't say it much but he is beyond grateful for you.

rafe and BISEXUAL!READER who don't really know what they are. you're the deepest friendship rafe has ever had, but there's this intense attraction you both have for each other that makes it hard to keep things purely platonic. when you're drunk you'll both get really touchy and sometimes even have sex if it goes that far, which it usually does.

BISEXUAL!READER who has beeeennnnn aroundddd. you'd never ever tell rafe but you've even had your fair share of his sister sarah cameron. when sarah sees you coming around more frequently it's kind of awkward, you'll both just weirdly wave to each other.

rafe who is kind of in love with BISEXUAL!READER but tries his best not to act on it because he thinks you deserve someone so much better than him. but heavy emphasis on tries, he's not very good at these said attempts of not giving into you. rafe's love for you is so intense and real that he's willing to let you go when the right person rolls around for you. and when these feelings are finally confronted, you have to remind rafe that he can't make up your mind for you. you love him too and you want him to feel it.

rafe who never lets BISEXUAL!READER talk down on herself. the minute you start he's shutting it down, "that's the dumbest shit you've ever said. you done?" he'll say as he takes a swig of the beer you're sharing. you find comfort in his tough love, he's rarely really sweet to you, but you like it that way.

[monstersflashlight]

A/N: Hi there! For those who don’t know, first part is here. (If that link doesn't work, try suscribing for free to Patreon and check this one) Enjoy! REPOSTED

Orc professor (part 2): late for class

Orc x chubby fem!reader || power dynamics, dom/sub undertones, exhibitionism (kinda), oral sex, size kink, age gap, degradation, praise kink

“If you want to show me your pussy, my cum better be leaking out of it. Do you understand?”

His words still echoed in your brain when you were getting dressed the next morning. You were already wet, and you fingered yourself to the memory of his dick in your pussy last evening. You were a bit sore, but the fact that you could still feel him made everything more intense, hotter… sexier. And it made everything so much better.

You decided to wear your pencil skirt this time, and blame it on your bad luck, but you spilled your coffee all over it. Cursing yourself, you changed as fast as possible, but not fast enough that you could get to class early as you knew you should.

By the time you arrived, he was writing something on the board. “Good morning, sir,” you enunciated very slowly, looking at him for directions as you saw the other few students entering behind you.

He turned around and stared at you with such intensity you felt your whole body react. You were almost panting, biting your lip not to groan out loud. “Good morning. You can sit down while I go to my office for a second.”

The other two students nodded and he passed you on his way to the door. He looked at you in such a way that you knew what you had to do without him having to say anything. You let your stuff on your usual seat and smiled at the girl who sat next to you, mumbling about going to get some coffee before class. She nodded with a smile and you had to stop yourself from running to his office.

You arrived just in time for him to pull you inside by the waist, pressing you against the door and kissing you senseless just like he did yesterday, his tusks feeling incredible against your jaw. His hands were traveling up and down your body, groping your ass and your thighs as he grunted against your lips.

“Fuck,” he whispered against your lips, pulling back and passing his hand through his hair in a frustrated gesture. “You were late. And I thought you regretted what happened yesterday. I was freaking out, little human. And then you walked out like nothing happened looking hot enough to eat and smelling like me… Good goddess. Do you know what you do to me?” He pressed his hips against your middle and you moaned at the feel of his huge hard on.

“I- I can feel it,” you stuttered, your voice quivering when his hands squeezed your ass, parting your cheeks and letting one of his fingers rub over your lace covered asshole.

“You have no idea. And now I can’t even fuck you properly. I can’t ruin you the way I want because you were late.” He punctuated each word with a squeeze and a roll of his hips. You panted, so horny you were about to burst and he didn’t even touch you. “Goddess, you smell so fucking good…” He whispered, burying his face on your neck and inhaling deeply.

“I’m sorry… I- I spilled coffee on my skirt and had to change and then I forgot a book and have to open the door again and…” Your rambling was interrupted by his lip covering yours again, swallowing your explanation as he grunted, his hands massaging your ass-cheeks once again.

“What do you have after my class?” He asked, his breathing labored, almost desperate.

“A couple more classes,” you told him, mentally checking if you could skip any of them. But you knew you couldn’t. You knew you shouldn’t. You were a damn good student… Even if you were fucking your way through one of your subjects.

“Shit.” He passed his hand through his hair again, messing it up and making you want to whimper. “Okay, okay. I have classes after lunch, but I’ll be here around four-ish. Does that work for you?” You nodded fervently. “Okay, I expect you to show me how sorry you really are for being late and depriving me from what I was promised.”

“I can… I can give you my panties now,” you offered, feeling the lace sticking to your pussy lips like a second skin because you were that wet.

“I don’t want them. I want you to be feeling how wet I made you all day. I want you to be uncomfortable and thinking about my cock deep inside your pussy until you are so horny you are desperate to come. Until you know how slutty you really are…” You moaned, his words igniting a fire inside of you that made your brain short-circuit. “Now, compose yourself, we have a very interesting class ahead. I’m sure you are dying to know about the survival strategies of cacti,” he said with a laugh, making you let out a choked giggle. You weren’t expecting him to joke. Shit, why did that make him hotter?

The class was boring, but you didn’t even care about it. You didn’t care about anything but the feel of your wet panties against your pussy and his words resonating inside your brain. He made a point of looking directly at you a couple times, going as far as to ask you something about what he was saying, just to huff in annoyance when you didn’t answer correctly. But he smirked in your direction and that was enough to send you spiraling into a thousand of new horny thoughts.

You left his class as fast as you could, trying very hard to look normal when you passed him, but his knowing smile only made your clit pulsate harder, your core clenching around nothing and making you want to beg him to take pity on you and fuck you right then and there. But you were stronger than that, so you left his class on your way to the next one.

You didn’t take a single note the rest of the day, your brain filled with possibilities and images of his hard dick. The feel of his lips against yours, and the ideas of how would feel against your lower lips… Your brain was running a mile per minute, and you couldn’t focus on anything that wasn’t the rub of the lace against your clit. It was exhilarating and maddening at the same time, and by the time four rolled around, you were on the edge and you had to run to his office in need of release.

You knocked rapidly, and when you opened and saw him there, shirt rolled over his big green forearms and glasses pushed down on his nose you almost came right there. Fuck, he was so fucking sexy it wasn’t fair at all.

“Come on in,” he said as soon as you closed the door behind yourself.

You tried to lock it, but he shook his head… Oh shit, that made you even wetter. The idea that you could get caught. That somebody could just walk in and know how much of a slut you were, that you were fucking your professor for a good grade…

You moaned and he chuckled. “Come here, little human, I almost hear your brain short-circuiting.” You walked to him, your steps measured so you wouldn’t fall. Your knees feel like jelly, and your pussy is so wet you are sure he can hear it from the desk. “So… Did you think about what you are going to do to redeem yourself from not meeting your end of our deal this morning?” You nod. “Go ahead, tell me.”

You’d been thinking about it all day. Your whole brain occupied by thoughts of his cock inside of you, against you, spilling in and over you… But there was one thought that surpassed all others. “I- I want to suck you off, sir.”

He smirked, his tusks framing his plush lips in a way that made your clit tingle. “Is that so? But you have such a tiny human mouth, I don’t know if you’d be able to fit me…” He teased, making you blush. You gave him your panties everyday, and that’s what got you to blush, him teasing you… Incredible.

“I will. It will. It will fit, sir,” you stuttered. This orc made your brain so fuzzy you could barely process words correctly anymore. You could barely talk when he was close, especially now that you were moments away from sucking his dick down your throat.

“Prove it then, little slut.”

You dropped to your knees so fast you moaned when you hit the floor, the spark of pain focusing your brain for a second. But the second you touched his big-as-tree-trunks thighs, your brain disconnected again. Only heat and lust left behind. You pulled down his fly in a slow movement, staring up at him as he looked back at you with an indescribable look.

You took his dick out and gasped again. You already saw it, you had it inside of you, but it was nothing compared with the realization that you were about to fit that inside your mouth. Maybe he was right, and it wouldn’t fit.

His eyes were tender when he looked down at you. “Relax, you don’t have to take all of it, just whatever you are comfortable with. I like you submitting to me, but I don’t want to hurt you in any way. Do you understand?” You nodded, relief running down your body and making you even hornier.

“Okay,” you whispered.

And then you launched.

You pulled out your tongue and started mapping the veins of his huge shaft one after the other. His hands were gripping the arms of the chair with such force you could hear the leather breaking. You smiled against his dick and he grunted, one of his hands fisting your hair and urging you where he wanted you more. You complied, you wanted nothing more but to be a good girl for him, a good slutty human for him.

You took his head into your mouth, your lips so stretched it was almost uncomfortable, but you liked it. You loved the feel of his cock inside your mouth, it was exhilarating in a way you weren’t expecting. You weren’t one to like giving head in general, you preferred to go down on girls than guys, but definitely wasn’t your go to activity, but right there… You fucking loved it.

You rolled your tongue around the tip, teasing the underside where you knew he was especially sensitive. He moaned over you, his fist pulling at your hair and making you moan around him, which made him almost whimper and let out a series of curses that would make a pirate blush.

You kept going at it, you couldn’t get past a few centimeters, he was too wide for you to get him to the back of your throat, but by the glassy look in his eyes you understood it was enough. You were messy, your saliva getting everywhere as you bobbed your head up and down.

He was looking down at you reverently, and you couldn’t hold back a few more moans, who made him thrust up accidentally. You pulled back coughing, eyes teary and a few tears rolling down. He groaned at the sigh, and you felt your clit pulsating with your heartbeat. You were so close to coming, you wanted nothing more but to touch yourself. You threw your body to him again, but he stopped you with the hand tangled in your curls.

“I want to fuck your pretty face, would you let me, little slut? Would you let me use you like my personal fuck toy?” You whimpered, nodding against his thigh as he pulled your head back by the hair. “Such a good girl for me, already so needy and desperate. Look at you… You look so dirty like that. Remind me to take a pic so I can enjoy you later,” his words made you emit a guttural moan.

The idea of him taking pics of you like that, make up running and lips swollen… it made you feel hot. It made you feel so horny you could feel your juices dripping down to the floor under you, your panties so wet they couldn’t hold your gushing pussy anymore.

“You like that? You like me having pictures of how pretty you look all fucked up? Why do I even ask, of course you do, you are such a little slut for me. Now open up.” You obeyed and he directed his dick back against your welcoming mouth. “Tap my leg three times if it’s too much, okay?” You nodded again. “Words. How many times?”

“Three. I tap three times if it’s too much,” you repeat, breathless already.

“Good girl.”

And then he started a brutal pace. He used his hold on your hair to direct your movements, moving your head forward until you couldn’t take it further and then retreating. Repeating that process until something inside of you gave out and you felt him slip inside your throat. It was almost too much, you couldn’t breathe, but your eyes rolled back into your head at the sight of him in pleasure.

He pulled back to let you breathe, looking down at you with reverence. “You look so fucked out I want to ruin you. Would you let me ruin you, little human?” You nodded, unable to form words. “Such a good girl for me.” He pulled your head forward and started to fuck your mouth in earnest.

Your brain was fuzzy, your pussy so wet you could feel it dripping down, and your clit asking for attention. The weight of his cock against your tongue, his hand on your hair and his curses over you were driving you insane.

“Touch yourself for me, little human. Come around your tiny fingers. Show me how much you like sucking my orc cock,” his permission was enough, your hand traveling down your body and rubbing frantically against your clit, over the lace.

His pace became erratic, and your fingers rubbed so hard you were almost afraid to set your clit on fire. But it was so good, the combination of sensations so intense you were about to come.

“I’m about to come. Do you want it? Do you want to swallow my come or do you want it in your face, little slut?” You sucked harder, pushing your head further down, swallowing around him to indicate you wanted it. You wanted to swallow him whole.

That was all it took. He growled over you and pushed his dick as far as he could before you felt the first shot of his come in the back of your throat. He pulled back a little to avoid chocking you, the final spurs of his release filling your mouth to the brim, some of it dripping down your chin.

The second he opened his eyes and looked down at you, his dick still in your mouth, you were done. You flicked your clit one last time before you melted, pulling back and spilling the rest of his come over your boobs as you cried out your own release.

Your vision whited out, your ears ringing as you felt your body moving as he pulled you up onto his lap, his hands caressing your back as he whispered sweet nothings that your brain couldn’t process.

He took some tissues from the box on his desk and carefully cleaned your messy face. “You didn’t take the pic,” you told him.

“We didn’t talk about it beforehand. I wouldn’t risk stepping over your possible boundaries like that.” Your heart skipped a beat. “But don’t worry, we’ll have more opportunities if that’s something you’d enjoy…”

“We will?” You asked, a bit confused but a spark of hope blooming inside your chest.

“I’m not letting go of your sweet, sweet slutty pussy anytime soon,” he told you, kissing your forehead as his hand traveled down until it met your dripping panties. “I would like this panties now, thank you,” he whispered against your ear, you could sense his smirk on his tone, making you laugh so hard you snorted.

[cupidbedsy]

hi!! congrats on your celly 🩷 could i please request ➪ ꒰ 🌹 ꒱ the restless rose with luke helping his partner when they’re overstimulated? if not no worries at all🩷

✿ CUPID'S FLORAL SHOP ✿

here's a freshly picked restless rose 🌹 !

warnings: feelings of being overstimulated, parties, loud noises, flashing lights

word count: 519

florist cupid: thank you so much nonnie, i appreciate you to the moon and back. i hope the feelings of being overstimulated is okay because i just went based on my situations when I've been overstimulated. but i hope you enjoy and thank you so much for requesting 🥰

initially, you weren't even thinking about going to the party. you had heard about it from your friends and from other people in your class, but anything involving crowded places, loud sounds, and flashing lights was an immediate no for you.

however, that was before you started dating luke. luke never needed to do anything but flash his puppy dog eyes and give you the most adorable little pout to get you to cave into whatever he wanted.

and in hindsight, maybe you should've prepared yourself for him to use them on you but now here you were, pressed tightly next to him in the house, his arm wrapped around your waist as he talked to some of his friends.

you sipped on your water, eyes darting around the room, unsure of what to focus on. you two had been there for about an hour and a half now and you were surprised you had lasted this long without even a twinge of being overstimulated coursing through you.

however, your hope and slight blissfulness soon wore off, and now you were extremely aware of every bead of sweat that dripped down your body, each strand of hair clinging to your neck, each pulse of the music, and each and every movement from the people around you.

luke noticed the change in your body language almost immediately. he stopped talking to whoever he was talking to as soon as he felt your body go rigid against his arms.

he placed his cup on the counter, turning to you with a concerned look plastered on his face, "sweetheart?"

you could hear his murmured voice, the only clear thing cutting through your mind. you looked up at him, a flash of panic in your eyes.

he wasted no time, leading you out of the house, thankful that the sun had fully set and it was mostly dark outside now. he helped brush your hair up into a ponytail, making sure to get each strand off of your neck.

he helped you into his car, hand pressed to your lower back as he aided in regulating your breathing. the only think you could hear now was the chirp of crickets and luke's breath from beside you.

it took you a few minutes to adjust to the newfound quietness and lack of activity around you, but once you did, you sank into the passenger seat, letting out a sigh of relief.

"better baby?"

you nodded, casting a quick glance over at him. his face was still ridden with concern but it was significantly less now and his eyes held a small trace of fondness as he watched you.

you reached for his hand, lacing your fingers with his in an attempt to ground yourself more, closing your eyes. he stood there patiently, wanting to make sure you were fully okay before he took you back his apartment.

once you gave him the go ahead, he did as exactly as he planned, driving you back to his place and getting you changed into a pair of his boxers and an old michigan t-shirt he had.

back to the shop ! ; navigation !

[porcelaininkpot]

Surfer Asher.

Surfer Asher, whose favourite thing in the whole entire world is swimming out to shore after a long week of work and feeling seaspray against his skin as the sea roars beneath his feet, who feels like he can let go of the world's troubles so long as he has the ocean beneath him and his Babe by his side.

Surfer Asher, that feels most loved in the buzzy afterglow of a pack run at the beach, when him and his wolves can dogpile onto each other and see the bloom and blossom of a deep, rosy sunset in each other's wild, wolven eyes.

Surfer Asher, whose hair is naturally brunette but sun bleached beyond repair, so much so that's it's impossible to believe his hair's naturally bleached and not chemically treated. It carries over into his wolf form, making him one of the palest wolves in the pack despite being rather tanned as a human.

Once he taught Babe how to surf, and their hair became sun bleached, the two made a tradition of taking turns using chalk to smear coloured streaks into the other's hair.

Surfer Asher with deep crows feet and smile lines on his freckled, sunspotted face. They deepen whenever he laughs, and almost seem to glow whenever it's Babe making him laugh.

Surfer Asher that collects seashells from far out into the shore when he wipes out on a wave, and taught himself how to weave them into anklets, waistbeads and necklaces for Babe to wear.

David that buys Asher the highest of high end sunscreens, only for him to never remember to apply it before he dives in.

Asher that suddenly became extremely diligent about sunscreen when he started dating Babe, realllyyy wanting to apply sun screen but its just so hard and an extra pair of hands just makes everything so much more easier and 'Baaabe can you help me out? I think I missed a spot here, and here, and here, and-' and is shut up with a kiss.

Surfer Asher that was once challenged to a competition by Christian to see who the better surfer was, but three hours into the surf-off both of them forgot about the challenge because they were just having so much god damn fun with each other, laughing and teasing instead of sniping for the first time in their lives.

They gained a new respect for each other after that day, but of course that hasn't changed the fact that they still enjoy the occasional snipe shall the opportunity present itself.

Surfer Asher that takes Babe on constant beach dates, and once tried to impress them by doing a trick, but got so distracted by the way they looked in a swimsuit he lost focus and went flying instead, later begging Babe with puppy dog eyes to kiss him better wherever it hurt, which was everywhere.

Surfer Asher that's used the same surfboard since he was a teen, it was one gifted to him by Gabriel that matches with ones bought for David and Milo. Gabe claimed he just wanted to treat his pack pups, but Asher knows deep down that it was because he knew his family was too broke to ever be able to buy one, and was the kind of person to refuse to let his passion for the waves die.

Surfer Asher that never ever dewaxes his surfboard, which disgusts Milo to no end. One day Milo stole and dewaxed his board for him and Asher acted like he had sacrificed his firstborn child, and didn't forgive him until he made him a full course dinner as an apology.

Asher that after the inversion didn't allow himself near the seashore for months, feeling too guilty to let himself enjoy the waves like he used to. Asher that survived the shades, but was still drained of all life the longer he abstained from the ocean.

It was Babe that took his hands and drove him down to the seashore, that held him as he took quivering steps onto sand so soft it was as if the beach was caressing his wounds and scars, coaxing him back into it's cool embrace. It was Babe that swam out to sea with him and led him into his first barrel in what seemed like years, Babe that 'slipped' right after the lost his balance from sheer giddiness and Babe that swam up to him and tangled their fingers into his sea salted hair as they kissed him hard amidst the waves.

Asher Talbot who has devoted his life to the ocean, whose heart is abeat amidst tides and seafoam, but would give up surfing and ever touching the ocean again in a heartbeat if it was for his lover and for his pack.

[earlgreylatte]

Hi can you do yanderes with a hypersexual darling? Like they dont like their partner but still need it, its okay if you dont want to love your work (its up to you about yanderes)

Friends with Benefits

Hal Jordan: Your next door neighbour was annoying, incorrigible really, in how much he seemed to relish in being a bother. Loud and arrogant, flirting with you at every interaction, but infuriatingly attractive, you don’t like him, at all. Especially since he seems to wait until all he has left is a pair of sweatpants to actually head down to the basement to do his laundry, proudly showing off his slim waist and defined abs. Okay, maybe you want him in a purely sexual way. And he feels the same way, so you find yourself falling into a purely transactional arrangement with him; you’re both clean and neither of you expect a follow up call, so it works. And he’s gone half the time, leaving no room for awkwardness as he’s more concerned with jumping you. And he knows how to put that annoying mouth to use. But during one of his longer stints of absence, you find yourself calling an old hookup over instead. Before you can even take your clothes off, Green Lantern of all people is bursting into your bedroom and throwing the other man off you with a brutal punch, daring him to show his face near you again before throwing him out. And, oh god, Hal is Green Lantern. That explains the constant leaving he does. But you’re more concerned about his audacity. It’s not like he’s your boyfriend and he no right to interfere in your affairs. When his face goes blank, you’re almost thankful his eyes are covered. But he only smiles before yanking you towards him by the wrist, “Looks like I’ll have to change that then.”, and you don’t think you can say no.

Booster Gold/Ted Kord: It’s not that you disliked them or anything, you even found their antics humorous at times. But, that’s as far as you would go. The whole hero community wasn’t one you wanted to involve yourself in, preferring to just do your work and return home without having to go to any of their holiday parties. But the one time you are roped into going one, and after a certain beetle starts flirting with you, you find yourself in supply closet and being joined by Booster Gold who walked in on you two. And, it’s easy being with them, not having to explain your bruises and being able to take what you want, what you need. Ted even offers to create toys that could better fit your desires. And they both seemed to understand your arrangement well enough. But soon they goad you into playing Smash Ultimate after you shower, then they’re making you food and even bringing you pastries if you’re working together. But it’s still casual, even as they refuse to let you leave their cuddle pile and start wrapping their arms around your waist after you finally agree to platonically hangout. But when a villain gets the upper hand on you, and you find yourself whisked away in the Bug as Ted cradles you and Booster nearly beats a man to death, you realize you’re totally dating them, or at least they think so. Fuck.

Kyle Rayner: Kyle’s never had the greatest luck with romance, so at some point, he just says fuck it and gives up on the whole true love thing. He just pours himself into the whole Green Lantern thing, remaining in space, exploring and tending to his duties, rather than try to cultivate a relationship back home. You enter the picture as a fellow lantern, assigned on a diplomatic mission with him, and those always take a while to complete. So when you two are bored out of your minds in your shared room, one things leads to another, and you two begin a series of flings with each other. By the time your mission is over, Kyle has already told the Guardians you need more training and that he’s more than willing to help you for the foreseeable future. He knows he said he was done with love, but he couldn’t help himself. He needs to stay with you just a little longer, just to make you feel the same way as him. And you can’t really say much, seeing as how he’s your superior and saviour of the Corps.

Johnny Storm: Everyone and their mother knew about the Human Torch, former teen idol now a general nuisance. It’s a bit hard not to be envious of him, with the glitz and glam of his hero/explorer life, surrounded by models and fast rides. So, when he asks you out after saving you, obviously you reject him. But you keep running into him afterwards, much to your annoyance, and eventually he’s grating on your nerves enough that you say fuck it, and skip the date and fuck him instead (and maybe the look of shock on his face was worth it). And that was your first mistake because god was he disgustingly good in bed, leaving you utterly satiated and covered in bite marks, so of course you proposed to keep things casual, seeing how he probably wanted sex too rather than something more intimate, playboy that he is. Until he starts referring to you as his future wife to others before insisting he’s joking when you confront him. And showing up at your work while suited up, causing everyone in your vincity to start recording. After appearing on TMZ, you decide to distance yourself from him, but kidnappings and villain encounters push you back into his arms, while his nephew starts to call you ‘auntie’ and his niece stares at you menacingly. Well, if the world is going to see you as the Human Torch’s lover, the least he can do is put his powers to some use in the bedroom…

Peter Parker: You can’t really escape him, or at least that’s how it feels like. You and Peter have attended school together since kindergarten, but that hasn’t necessarily forged a friendship. No, he’s just kid you’ll have in your class some years or see around. You thought you’d never see him again once you reached adulthood, but he’s a student of Empire State University too. You don’t have anything against him, really, but you’d rather have one of your friends show up as much as he does. But you can’t deny he’s attractive, muscle hidden beneath those baggy shirts he wears, toned stomach revealed when he stretches just so. So when you see him hanging around at a party, awkwardly nursing his solo cup, you approach and one thing leads to another, and you’re back at his place. He’s stronger than you expected, able to manhandle you into any position he likes with a near punishing force, so you stay a bit longer. You thought he knew things weren’t serious between you two until, he’s confessing he loves you, that he has for a while, as he’s climaxing in you. You wait until he falls asleep to sneak out, but you knock a box off his desk. One filled with pictures of you. And when you feel someone hovering above you while you were inspecting a particularly risqué photo of you, you don’t turn around in fear of the expression on his face. God, you’re fucked, in more than one way.

Matt Murdock: He doesn’t have the time or capacity for a relationship, but he has his urges, ones that he isn’t able to control, if his body count or meetups with the Avengers aren’t evidence enough. He knows that you’re like him too, and that you won’t get attached, so you two come to an arrangement. But the more time he spends with you and the more accustomed he becomes with your body, the harder it is for him to keep his feelings down. He knows you don’t feel the same way, from the reactions and chemicals he can feel and smell from you. But even then, he can’t bring himself to push you away. So he listens to your heartbeat from outside your home, makes sure no one even thinks of approaching you when you walk home, and continues to pine. And when he overhears a coworker plan to make a move on you, he pays them a visit as the Devil. Even if he wants more, he would rather die than have things change with you.

Thanks for the ask! Changed the request just a bit—

Also 2025 is the year of Johnny Storm, whose comic version has no fics here!! Hopefully marvel rivals creates some hype!!

Masterlist

[ateezscupid]

─── FEB FILTH FEST: Birthday - BREEDING ♡

SUMMARY / Adorable newlyweds, and your husband seems stuck on wanting to have kids.

warnings ✩ SMUT, FLUFF, switch! wooyoung, dom!reader, fem!reader, established relationship, you two just got married, reader is insecure, unprotected sex, light body worship, praise, oral (m), mommy kink

word count ✩ 2,26k

tags ✩ @desirehorizon @tangerineastronaut @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @bbdeongi @dawn-iscozy @xh01bri @mallielovssyou @clxssy1997 @soreberry @nopension@kitten4sannie@faeriehwas@lustfxq @ashistrashhhhhh

ATEEZ MASTERLIST / REQUEST / FEB FILTH FEST

"Wooyoung, look at this!" you stand from the couch holding your laptop, running over to his desk and sitting your computer next to his. "These curtains would like nice in our room, right? They're so cute!"

Wooyoung glances over at the screen, smiling slightly. "Sure, love, whatever you want. Just don't let your online shopping exceed the budget," he jokes, his eyes not leaving his spreadsheet.

You roll your eyes playfully. "As if you ever care about the budget," you tease, nudging his shoulder with yours. He chuckles and finally looks up, his eyes scanning the webpage briefly before nodding in agreement.

"What's that?" he referred to the recommended items under the one you were looking at.

"Oh. Curtains for baby rooms." Your voice trails off as you realize what you've clicked on. You furrow your eyebrows and stare at them for a while, causing Wooyoung to stare at you.

"You…okay? You're staring at the screen like you want to blow it up." Wooyoung's voice pierces through the silence, a hint of concern in his tone.

You laugh nervously, "Yeah, sorry, just lost in thought." You quickly switch tabs to hide the baby products, feeling your cheeks warm up. "It's nothing."

He smirked a little bit. "No, cmon! Tell me! Did you see something weird?" He leans over, trying to get a peek at the hidden tab.

You swat his hand away. "It's just… I've been thinking about our future a lot lately."

Wooyoung sits up straight in his chair, his smile widening. "And what does our future look like?

You bite your lip, trying to figure out the best way to bring up the topic that's been weighing on your mind. "Well, it's just… I know you've talked about starting a family soon."

"A lot. I've been talking about it a lot. I keep sending you cute baby videos and you act like you don't see them." he blinks at you with his innocent puppy eyes.

You can't help but laugh at his persistence. "I see them. I just don't always know what to say." You admit, your heart racing as you prepare to share your feelings. "But, it's not like I don't want kids I just…"

"You just…? What?" Wooyoung asks, his smile fading slightly as he senses your hesitance.

You take a deep breath, gathering your thoughts. "I just--I see all those videos of moms who's body change so much when they're pregnant and some of their husbands leave them. It scares me." You finally spit out.

Wooyoung's smile fades completely as he looks at you seriously. "What? Who would do that?"

You shrug, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I don't know. I've heard of it happening. Plus, there's all the stress and responsibility that comes with having kids. I think I'm ready for all that! Just…not the physical part…"

"Well, I'd never leave you. And we can always support each other through the tough parts," Wooyoung says gently, placing his hand on your thigh. His thumb makes small circles, trying to soothe your nerves. "And however your body changes, I won't stop thinking you're hot."

You give him a weak smile, feeling a bit better. "Thanks, but it's not just that. It's everything. The diapers, the crying, the sleepless nights…"

"And I'll do it all if I have to." Wooyoung's voice is firm and reassuring. He stands up from his chair and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. "But we don't have to rush into anything. We can wait until you're ready. We're young, we have time."

"No, I -- I do want kids! I'm super sure of that! A-And I don't mind doing all the mom stuff! Just, y'know, what if I turn into some ugly goblin." You laugh nervously, trying to lighten the mood.

Wooyoung looks into your eyes, his gaze serious. "You'll never be a goblin to me. You'll be the most beautiful mom, because you're beautiful inside and out." His words hit you like a warm embrace, wrapping around your insecurities and giving you a comforting squeeze.

"You'll be gorgeous carrying my baby," he kissed your cheek. "Walkin' around all pregnant and happy, I'd love that."

"Ewww, it sounds like you have a breeding kink." you tease him, trying to lighten the mood with a playful giggle.

Wooyoung just stared at you and didn't answer. You stare back and gasp lightly, "You do, don't you?"

He instantly got red. "N-No! I don't I just-"

"It's fine if you do! You wanna get me pregnant that bad-?!" You laugh, poking him in the stomach. His cheeks turn a deep shade of red, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he tightens his embrace, his arms secure around you.

"…Oh my god, Wooyoung-" you pause. "Are you hard-?!"

Wooyoung's eyes widen and he clears his throat, trying to maintain eye contact. "….Maybe."

You burst into laughter, poking him again. "Oh my god, you do! You're so adorable!" You lean into his embrace, feeling his heartbeat against your chest. It's comforting, a steady rhythm that calms your racing thoughts.

"Can we go deal with…this though?!" he gulped gesturing toward his bulge. You couldn't help but laugh at his sudden shyness, a stark contrast to his usual playful demeanor.

"Aw, yes baby." You say, a playful smirk forming on your lips as you slide your hand down to grip his hardening erection through his pants. "Let's go to the bedroom, shall we?"

He nods and you pull him along, his hand in yours as you lead him to the bedroom. The tension in the air shifts from the previous conversation, now charged with a different kind of excitement. As you enter the room, Wooyoung locks the door behind you, his eyes never leaving yours. You can feel the heat radiating from his body, his desire for you as palpable as the air around you.

"You want me to touch you?" you ask coyly, your voice low and sultry as you trace a line from his neck to his collarbone with your finger. Wooyoung nods eagerly, his eyes darkening with lust as he watches your every move. You lean in closer, your breath tickling his ear as you whisper, "Where do you want me to touch you?"

"Baby, please." Wooyoung's voice is low, a pleading whisper that sends shivers down your spine. You feel empowered, knowing you have this effect on him. You bite your lower lip, your eyes scanning his body hungrily as you decide where to begin. You decide to tease him a bit more, tracing the outline of his erection through his pants, feeling it throb under your touch.

"No, let's use a different name…" you go silent for a minute. "Mommy, maybe? You like that?" You say with a mischievous grin.

Wooyoung's eyes widen and he swallows hard. "Yeah, I like that," he breathes, his voice thick with desire. You both laugh, the tension dissipating as you both embrace the playfulness of the moment.

"Yeah?" you tug at his sweatpants. "You want mommy to make you feel good?"

Wooyoung's eyes are glued to yours, his breathing hitched. "Yeah," he manages to get out. You smirk, feeling a thrill at the power play. You push him back gently onto the bed, straddling him. He watches as you pull his pants down, revealing his thick cock. You lean down, your eyes never leaving his, and wrap your lips around the tip. He groans, his hands coming up to tangle in your hair.

"F-Fuck," Wooyoung gasps as you start to bob your head, taking him deeper into your mouth. His hands tighten their grip on your hair, guiding you as you find a rhythm that makes him squirm beneath you. You can feel his cock pulse with every stroke, and you know you're driving him wild.

"M-Mommy-" Wooyoung's voice is a needy whine that sends a thrill down your spine. You suck harder, feeling his cock swell in your mouth. Every other time you sucked him off, it felt different. But now, with the new dynamic, it's like you're discovering each other all over again. You let one hand stroke him while the other moved down your body, pushing under your pants.

Your own arousal is evident as you feel how wet you've become. You pushed him down your throat, feeling his cock hit the back of it and gag, only to pull back and do it again. Wooyoung's hips start to thrust upward slightly, his control slipping as he gets lost in the pleasure. You can feel his heart racing under your palm where it's resting on his chest, his breaths coming in short, sharp bursts.

"I-I'm gonna come-" Wooyoung warns, his voice strained with pleasure. You moan around his cock, the vibration sending him over the edge. He comes in your mouth and you swallow, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over you. You sit back, licking your lips as you watch him catch his breath.

"Lay back," you stand, pushing your pants and underwear down, revealing your wet pussy. "Let mommy take care of herself now." You climb onto the bed, your heart racing with excitement as you straddle his hips.

"You're so pretty," he says, his voice still shaky from his orgasm. He watches as you hover above him, his eyes fixated on your glistening core.

"Am I?" you giggle, rubbing yourself back and forth on his cock, which is already starting to harden again. "You like watching?"

"Mhm," he nods, his eyes not leaving the sight of your pussy gently brushing against his cock. You lean back, supporting yourself on your hands, and lower yourself down onto him. He gasps as you take him in, inch by inch, his length stretching you open. You've done this countless times before, but the new name play has added an extra layer of excitement to the act.

"Fuck-" he inhales sharply. "M-Mommy, you're so tight," he groans, his eyes rolling back as you start to move. You bounce up and down on him, your walls clenching around his cock as you ride him. The sensation of being filled up by him while calling him 'baby' is new and exhilarating.

"I-I love you, your body, everything…" he stammers, his voice thick with pleasure as you rock against him. You lean forward, pressing your breasts against his chest as you start to pick up the pace, your movements growing more urgent. The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping together and your moans of pleasure.

He wraps his fingers in your hair, his other hand on your back. "Don't stop-" he begs, his eyes closed as he feels you ride him with an intensity that borders on desperation. You lean down and kiss him, your tongues dancing as you move together. His taste is still on your lips, a mix of salt and sweetness that drives you wild.

"God, I want your cum so bad," you chuckle, your voice breathless as you ride him, the feeling of his cock moving inside you making your walls quiver. "I bet you wanna fill me up so bad."

Wooyoung's eyes snap open, his gaze fiery as he looks up at you. "Mommy," he says, the word slipping out almost involuntarily. "I'm going to come."

"Yes, baby, come for mommy," you whisper, your voice a siren's call as you continue to bounce on his cock. The idea of him filling you up, breeding you, sends a thrill through your body that only intensifies your desire. You feel your own orgasm approaching as you lean into the role, your hips moving faster and more erratically.

"Fill me up," you purr, playing into his newfound kink. You can feel his cock twitch inside you, his body taut with anticipation. You lean back, arching your spine as you increase your rhythm, watching his expression contort with pleasure. The power of bringing him to the edge like this, calling him 'baby' in such a way, is intoxicating.

Wooyoung shut his eyes tightly and gripped your hips, his body trembling as you whispered those words into his ear. The thought of you actually being full of his cum once he filled you up was too much for him to handle. He felt his orgasm building as your pussy clenched around his cock.

"Cmon, give it to me. Get me pregnant," you say in a playful but urgent tone. "I wanna have your kids."

"Mommy-" he gasped, his hips jerking upwards as he felt his orgasm approaching. "I-I'm gonna f-fill you up," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. He moaned as his load emptied into you, the sensation of his hot seed filling you making him shiver with pleasure.

But you didn't stop. You kept going, bouncing up and down on his cock as he spurted his cum deep inside you. "Mm, yeah, baby," you murmur, feeling his warmth fill you up. "Give me all of it." Wooyoung's eyes fly open in surprise, his orgasm hitting harder than he expected as he watches you take his cum hungrily. His hips thrust upward, pushing himself deeper into you, his hands digging into your hips as he releases his seed.

"O-Oh my god-!" he gasps, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he feels you milking his cock for every last drop. "Y-You're so fucking good at this," he stammers, his voice laced with awe. The taboo nature of the role play has unlocked a primal need in him, and you can see it in the way he looks at you - with a mix of love and raw desire.

[ooooo-mcyt]

To me Scott and Jimmy both have lingering Feelings for each other but like. In different ways.

I always get the sense that Jimmy feels the tug of familiarity and habit. To Jimmy, Scott is something safe and warm and familiar, but also a reminder of failure he can't let himself sit with. Jimmy is still fond of Scott, and it's easy to sink back into, but Jimmy feels like he's supposed to be so much more than he was when they were together, and he refuses to be held back or kept still by warmth. Jimmy has forcibly carved his way to the point where he manages to not linger on their moments most of the time. Jimmy already longed for more long before they lost each other. Maybe that makes it easier, in some ways. But then again, maybe it makes it harder too, to carve your way out of your own heart so you can reach whatever's beyond for you to find.

Scott, I'd say, struggles more with the concept of getting over it. Scott has always been someone who forms himself around the ones he loves, who lets them change him, inconsolably so, for better and for worse. And Jimmy was his first. Scott is a widow whose husband is alive. They can tell him to forget the past, that it doesn't matter anymore, but regardless of what Scott is told to feel, he's a widow still. Scott is the one who brings it- their past- up the most, and no matter how much time pass, he's always in some way shaken, when Jimmy doesn't return his remaining affections. Every person he loses takes part of him with them, and Jimmy likely took the most. Scott can't shake that, can't just move forward with parts of him still kept in other people.

[blanska]

I don't think his story was about Caterina in Veilguard. I think it was about what he does with the Spite situation. Will he keep surpressing every single emotion he has plus the demon that lives inside him? Or will he finally face or at least accept that these things exist? Caterina seemed like a background character here at least to me. But Lucanis trying to lock up Spite and not even let him communicate to anyone, Lucanis trying to believe that his cousin wouldn't betray him like he did even when he could logically put two and two together, these seemed to be more in the forefront.

I think his character growth was that at first he did his best to dissociate from the whole being rescued situation, then he finally accepted that yes, he was out, no, things cannot be like they were before:

he is now an abomination stuck with a demon forever

his cousin is not who he used to be and who he would like him to be

he doesn't have the excuse of being held captive anymore to avoid facing this new life

and then Caterina makes him First Talon which he thought he was safe from for at least a few more years

His character growth is that he accepts the reality of all of this and this will allow him to change, grow, adapt or change his environment perhaps. His character growth is him realizing that Spite is not what he assumed he was, he can be reasoned with, he is much more than an evil demon and trying to ignore their situation will never help. His growth is the moment where he helps Spite to resist Illario's blood magic trick and Spite helps him in return. They do this as one for a common goal, accepting that they share not just a body, but a life.

And I have the impression that there is a quiet happening in the background too. During Veilguard he can experience a community, a role, a way of being without Caterina and the Crows controlling his every thought. He's done a great job becoming what Caterina wanted him to be, but that didn't erase his true self. And here in the Veilguard - even though he's stubbornly holding onto his old sense of identity - he can try a different way of being, he can cook for everyone, care for them, keep them safe and provide for them. He can go to the book club and whatever else they come up with and he can be... not the Demon of Vyrantium, not the favored Dellamorte grandson, not the mage killing weapon... just him. Whatever that is. Because as they get to know each other, this group doesn't have the same expectations or any expectations forced on him about what he has to be. And I think this experience might help with the acceptance, with starting to believe that once he manages to leave the prison of his mind, there might be the possibility of something new or better.

I see this as a huge step and a big change, because it does seem impossible to break out of depression and hopelessness, of hiding away.

I would love a story about him dealing with his Caterina issues, but I don't think this story had much to do with that particular topic. And I don't know if the Lucanis that I saw in Veilguard would be able to deal with it without taking this first step of acceptance.

Lucanis deserved better. He had zero character growth. His story in Tevinter Nights was about how he became Caterina's puppet, obeying her every order, even at the cost of his own death. In the game, he never stood up against her. He folded and accepted the role of First Talon. A role he never even wanted.

Lucanis knows nothing about politics or how to be a leader. He will get assassinated or he should give up his position. In the game he tells us he is First Talon is name, but Caterina is still the boss. This makes Lucanis look like a very weak First Talon, who has zero control. Lucanis was right in Tevinter Nights about Illario being a better candidate to First Talon.

Caterina won in the end. She got what she wanted. There should have been an option for Lucanis to reject this promotion. To show everyone he is no longer Caterina's puppet.

Lucanis deserved better.

[often-daydreaming]

Second Chances

"Danny!?"

"Danny!"

"Hey, hey, hey."

"Keep your eyes open for me."

"Come on Danny."

"Just focus on me."

"..."

"I promise everything will be alright."

The last thing Danny ever sees before everything goes black is the tears in his herald's ey...

-_- -_- -_-

"No!"

"Not again!"

-_- -_- -_-

"I can't... I can't lose him."

"Not like this."

"..."

"..."

"Say something! Anything!"

"Tell me how to fix this!"

"..."

-_- -_- -_-

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

-_- -_- -_-

"There's nothing you can do."

"You can let me do this! Let me take your place!"

"If you die here hundreds of thousands of lives will be changed forever. You'll never time travel. You'll never meet your friends."

"I don't c-" "You'll never meet me."

"I can make it work. I've time traveled before, rewritten fixed points."

"Not those times. Not one line."

"But..." Bart looks so lost as he desperately tries to figure out a plan but they were running out of time.

The handful of remaining heroes were scattered. They'd ignored all of the warnings, believed the worst kind of people and the League wasn't prepared for Pariah's reawakening to empower the moonlit world. No one was prepared for it, not when the monsters were already deep within the League pulling the strings from within and... This was… Without any warning Bart collapses, the nth metal bracelet he's always kept wrapped around his wrist sending a cold chill through his body as the familiar touch of Danny's magic engulfed the area.

"It's okay." Danny catches him before he can hit the floor, pulling him into one last bone crushing hug to hide his own tears. "It's not over for you. Clockwork... Clockwork promised everything would work out if I did this... He guaranteed it and he rarely gives me a straight answer so... So we'll... I guess we'll see each other again. You've got a whole new life ahead of you. The Justice League. The team. You and me."

"Even if I'm not the same person a part of me will always be there to watch you run." The bracelet glows softly with his promises, the runes that had protected him for years binding them together with his words and then Danny was shoving him back leaving Bart less than a fraction of a second to try and reach out for him before his entire world is swallowed by shadows and he's falling.

Bart Allen would live.

He'd have as many second chances as Danny could spare since Earth 63 was lost.

The moonlit world had decimated it, turning friends and family against each other but even now the Infinity Realms rumbled a challenging call. Their herald was gone for now but the king would fight, and continue fighting to the bitter end while Bart... Bart would... He'd...

"Time out."

Staring down at the young herald Clockwork smiled a little half smile as the ripple effects of their actions were already taking effect.

It might be a little different then he'd intended and he'd certainly bent a few rules in order to ensure his preferred outcome but the Ancient of Time was confident things would work out for the better.

"Now let's see if we can get it right this time."

It's nothing much but a part of an idea I had for Bart and Danny trying to survive/fix the DC vs. Vampire universe.

Danny's trying.

Bart keeps trying to reset everything but it isn't working. He changes a few things but nowhere near enough to stop what's going to happen until Clockwork finally steps in with a playbook that might work.

I don't know what it is with me always imagining the two of them traveling around apocalyptic worlds but Danny is Danny so he can't be turned into a vampire while Bart is his herald, he's essentially Danny's Fright Knight with an anti magic nth metal bracelet and a whole lot of blessings so he doesn't end up like the rest of his family.

[minniesfiles]

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[witchygagirlwrites]

Kelly Severide x Reader

You and Kelly have had a casual thing until now

Warnings: talk of pregnancy & abortion

You woke up to the feeling of Kelly’s warm body at your back. Memories of the night before flooded you, him coming over after a bad call and well your shift had been nothing shy of hell itself. There wasn’t an easier way to forget the horrors you’d both seen than to wrap up in each other for a few hours, blow off steam from the stresses of your careers.

You felt him start to stir before he shifted, arm tightening around your waist as his lips trailed over your bare shoulder “Morning sweetheart” you smiled “Morning Sev. I hate to rush you but I have a shift in like forty five minutes so I need to shower and get dressed because I really need to grab breakfast on the way in” he chuckled lightly, teeth gently grazing the sensitive skin of your neck “Work up an appetite?”

You shook your head and glanced over your shoulder at him “Yeah, some big lug of a fireman found his way into my bed” he grinned “Lucky bastard” and brushed a kiss against your lips “Have a good day” he climbed out of bed and started looking for his clothes so you climbed out of bed and walked to your dresser to find a pair of scrubs, a bra and some underwear. 

You cut your eyes back at him and he was fully dressed except for his shirt which was halfway over his head. He smirked at you “Just enjoying the view. I know the rules outside of the bedroom” you laughed “Pervert” and shook your head before pointing towards the bathroom “I’m hoping in the shower, be a sweetheart and lock the door on your way out?” he nodded “Of course”

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You turned and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind yourself and heard Kelly let himself out of your apartment. This thing between you two was really nothing more than regular hookups, a way to work off the stress of being an E.D. nurse and fire lieutenant. It had started simple enough really.

You sighed walking out of Med, the stress of the shift finally sitting in. Will and Nat cut their eyes at you “You good sweetie?” Nat asked and you nodded “Yeah, just draining ya know?” she nodded “I know. You want to get dinner with us?” you shook your head “No thanks. I appreciate the offer though” she smiled “It stands any time” 

You really did appreciate the offer but third wheeling your friends wasn’t exactly your idea of a friday night. You headed for your car with intentions of just going home but considering you’d changed into regular clothes somehow those intentions ended up with you at Molly’s.

You parked next to the building right under where you knew the cameras were then climbed out, locking your car and headed inside. The moment you walked in you headed for the bar and waved Herrman over. He smiled “My favorite nurse. What can I get ya?” you scoffed “Something strong?” He nodded “I got ya” and poured you some concoction. “Bad day?” you heard a familiar voice as Kelly slid onto the bar stool next to you and nodded at Herrman who waved a hand that he saw him. You shrugged one shoulder “We lost two teenagers to OD, a gsw victim coded on us twice and we still lost them” 

He whistled “Damn, if it makes you feel any better, we got in a fight with another house over jurisdiction today and almost lost someone. Casey damn near fell through a floor and I nearly got suspended” you let out a low whistle. About that time Herrman sat down your drinks so Kelly passed him a twenty before you could even attempt to pay for yours. You smiled at him “Thanks” he nodded and held his glass up. You clinked yours to his as he said “Here’s to the weekend going better”

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One drink later you’d left your car at Molly’s and was stumbling into Kelly’s, his lips trailing over your collarbone as his hands were slipping under your shirt trying to get it over your head. You broke away from his lips with a laugh “Easy to get the shirt off this way Sev” and pulled it over your head and tossed it. He grinned as he leaned down and picked you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist  “You’re so damn smart mouthed. Gonna be fun to see if I can get you begging before the night’s out” you grinned as you pulled him into another kiss before speaking with your lips against his “Bring it on Severide”

That was months ago now, it was fun. Kelly was a gorgeous guy and a sweetheart under that crashout demeanour of his. He was also one of your friends so it worked. If you were being honest this situationship with Kelly was better and more functional than any actual relationship you’d ever had so why mess up something that worked?

You finished getting dressed and grabbed what you needed for the day along with your car keys and purse before doing a final once over of your apartment then walked out of the door. You still wanted to stop by the bakery for a bite to eat and a coffee before your shift started.

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You walked into Med and grinned when Maggie smiled at you “Morning” “Morning Mags” she nodded at the bakery bag “Did you get me something” you passed her the usual order she got along with her coffee “Of course, I’m not an animal” she laughed “That’s why you’re my favorite. Feel free to tell Will”

You laughed and winked at her “And that’s why I love you. Where do I need to start?”

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You were about to head to lunch when the date on the patient’s chart you were writing on caught your eye. You cut your eyes up at Will “Is it the seventeenth?” he nodded “Yeah, that normally comes after the sixteenth” you felt your stomach roll. Your period should’ve started on the fifteenth. How the hell had you let it get two days late without noticing?

Your face must have shown something was wrong because Will raised an eyebrow “You good?” you nodded “Yeah, the cell bill is due today is all” he laughed “Need to pay that” and went back to the chart he had. You were panicking for nothing. It was stress or you were catching a cold or something.Right?

You ran by the pharmacy after shift but considering when you got home you wanted nothing more than to crash the test was forgotten until the following morning. When you climbed out of bed you walked across the room to where your purse sat like it held a bomb. 

You pulled the box out and stared at it “No big deal. Three minutes and you’ll know” you tried to convince yourself as you tore open the box then headed into the bathroom.

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“Well shit” you muttered, staring at the little plastic test with the two pink lines. You were pregnant with Kelly’s baby. What the fuck. Ok. You needed to tell him. You picked up your phone and stared at it for a moment then shrugged “Fuck it” you snapped a photo and sent it to him over text then hit the button to call him “What the fuck is that?” he asked and you laughed “Good morning to you too Sev. Anyways um I’m pregnant apparently. You’re the only person I’ve been sleeping with so there’s that. I’ve got to go to work so there’s no time to really get into it right now but I thought you should know as soon as I did. Um think about it, we’ll talk after my shift if that’s good with you?”

“Yeah” he replied so you let out a breath “Ok, we'll talk later. Bye”  “Bye” you stared at the phone then nodded to yourself, ok you needed to just focus on work. You would think about this later. You were a well educated woman, you knew your options you would make an informed decision and make an appointment with Dr Asher to check your health and see how far along you were then go from there on your next step”

Kelly sat there, looking at his phone ringing with your name lighting up the screen. He knew you were off work. He knew you wanted to talk but he couldn’t. He couldn’t face you. He’d gotten you pregnant. Fuck, he’d gotten you pregnant. What did he know about being a father? What example did he have? Benny? That was laughable. 

He couldn’t ruin your life, a kid’s life. He watched as the phone went dark then lit up again. You tried one more time then didn’t again. He should talk to you. He was man enough to fuck you and put that baby inside of you, he should be man enough to face it. He just couldn’t.

You sat on the bed in one of the exam rooms waiting for Dr Asher. Kelly hadn’t answered any of your calls so you were apparently doing this alone. After several days of sitting with it and looking at your financials and current life state and plans for the future, talking with your sister you decided to keep the baby. Would it be hard working full time as a nurse and being a single mother? Yes. Would you make it work? Also yes. Did you wish Kelly was here at your side? GOD YES.

You laid back on the bed and closed your eyes as a nurse knocked on the door. She called your name lightly then opened the door. You rolled your head to look at her with a smile “Hey” she grinned “Ready to see how far along you are and get a peek at the baby?” you nodded “Yes ma’am”

Kelly was pacing the floor in front of your apartment door. You should’ve been home an hour ago. He knew your schedule a little too well, he’d managed to get April to tell him but all she’d said was you’d had an appointment. What if he was too late? What if you’d made a decision and it hadn’t been to keep the baby? What if you’d had to face that alone? What if you’d decided to keep the baby and because of him disappearing the last week you would decide not to let him back in your life or in the baby’s?

 He cared about you, so damn much. He’d never admitted it but he did. That was why he never attempted to date after starting this hookup situation with you. He enjoyed it too much to fuck it up. You were beautiful and smart, an all around amazing woman. He’d just panicked, his fears had gotten the best of him. He couldn’t abandon you,couldn’t abandon his child.

“Well I’ll be damned. You aren’t dead” he heard your voice and looked up to see you walking towards him, still wearing your scrubs. He shrugged one shoulder “Can we talk?” you stared at him for a second then nodded “Yeah, come in” you walked past him and unlocked the door then stood to the side to let him in. 

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You were curious to see what Kelly had to say. You weren’t saying shit about the baby until you found out. You closed the door then turned to face him. His eyes went down to your stomach then back up to your face and you raised an eyebrow “What?”

“Did you..are you..” you sighed “Fucking hell Kelly! Speak!” he threw his hands up “Are you still pregnant?” you nodded slowly “I didn’t have an abortion Kelly. I chose to keep the pregnancy. I just came from my first prenatal appointment actually”  

A small smile slipped onto his face “Is it healthy?” you nodded “Everything measures right as it should. I’m about ten weeks” he nodded so you slipped your hand in your hip pocket and pulled out the ultrasound “It’s um a blip but do you want to see?” “Please” he asked so you walked over to stand right next to him.

He moved to look over your shoulder so you pointed to the little blip in the corner of the print “That’s the baby..our baby” his arm slipped around your waist as his head laughed over onto your shoulder “That’s our baby” he repeated in a light voice. You cut your eyes up at him and saw the light in his eyes and your heart flipped “Kelly, why are you here?” you asked and he looked down at you, your face inches apart.

“I care about you so much, I’m inches from being in love with you. I shouldn’t have reacted like I did when you told me you were pregnant, I just freaked out. I started thinking about what would happen if I turned out like Benny..” you cut him off by saying “You could never” and he smiled, one hand coming up to gently cup your face “Could you give me a do over? Please”

You laughed lightly “Ok” he grinned, both of you shaking your shoulders like you were working rain off then you took a deep breath “Kelly, I’m pregnant with your baby” a broad grin slipped onto his face as he pulled you into a kiss, his arms wrapping tightly around you. Once he broke away from the kiss he leaned down to be face to face with you “I want this baby, I want you. I will be at your side every step of the way. I will help you raise our baby and be the best father I can possibly be” you smiled “That’s all I ask Sev” he grinned “But I would like for you to at least be my girlfriend” you laughed likely “Deal” and he pressed another kiss to your lips, hand smoothing over your stomach “We’re gonna have a baby” you laughed lightly “I know Kel”

He laughed “This kid is gonna be gorgeous” you rolled your eyes “You’re ridiculous” he smiled “And your baby is half me sweetheart” your eyes widened playfully “Lord help us all” and he picked you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist and he pressed another kiss to your lips “You’re gonna be a hot mom” he teased and you rolled your eyes “You’ll be a hot dad” he laughed lightly and nipped your bottom lip “I promise we’ll be together every step”

“I believe you Kelly but for now, take me to bed” he laughed “Yes ma’am, anything for you” 

@desimarie12

[astoldbysteph]

i feel like people aren't gonna like what i am gonna say but after numerous talks with rp friends, i think it's important to at least yap a little about this.

i know this you don't owe anyone anything girlypop coochie queef purrrrrrr 💅 attitude is seen as the standard to follow not only in rp spaces but pretty much anywhere (especially online) and idk guys, i think this is doing more damage than good. rping is a hobby, yes, but it's a hobby that involves us collaborating with people in order to have fun and sometimes i feel like there's some inherent selfishness and carelessness that along with a severe lack of communication, is slowly eroding the rpc as a whole.

every day i hear a new anecdote about admins failing to take their group off the ground because of flakey members. or people retreating into their shells and not being able to fully enjoy writing with others due to people ghosting them after three hours. i feel like every single person that does the 1x1/indie thing has a story where they plot someone, make a discord server or set up an established thread, and then they never hear from their writing partner ever again. and this ain't cool, guys.

stuff happens! we all got lives and responsibilities like work and school and family life that sometimes prevent us from being as active as we would've like. or some days we just don't feel like writing for whatever reason and that's valid. this ain't a job, but it is a collaborative hobby so i am sorry to tell y'all this, but we do owe at least a lil bit of common courtesy to people who take the time to collab with us.

chats with friends and fellow rpers have me feeling like the rpc as a whole, in my opinion, has a communication problem. group people don't talk to their admins or don't like plotting with other members. 1x1/indie people are used to dropping stuff unannounced and talk even less between each other. roleplayers in general avoid making the first move and prefer letting the other party do the work. like dang y'all, not to be a hag on main but back in my day!!!! there was more of a willingness to talk to others. now everyone is more 'secluded' which i think stems from bad past experiences so we kinda end up stuck in a cycle that messes with everything as a whole.

idk where i am going this but i keep seeing people posting stuff talking about this or sharing similar sentiments or stuff happens to me and i end up making my brain work overtime to try and figure out what happened and what i can do on a personal level to change things and help others stop feeling discouraged and have a better time writing and chilling with people

and also before i forget because my wife reminded me!! it's ok to drop stuff or plots or people and its ok to take ur time to reply. we all got stuff to do or we are tired or sad or obsessively rewatching degrassi or just dont feel like writing and that's so valid. all sane people get it and would be understanding if you hit them up like hey! idt i have muse for this or sorry i took forever! but people don't even do that nowadays and it leads to people quitting, feeling discouraged, OR WORSE, adopting the same mindset. talk to ppl!! rpers are super nice and if you run into a weirdo i will beat them up for u

[disgruntleddemon]

i've racked my brain trying to figure out an in character way for Shifty to be integrated into the better world timeline main cast, but i'm throwing my hat it. they can be a little ooc for this. this is pretty long, so i'll put it under a cut:

sometime after Fiddleford moves in, but before him and Ford are officially together, the trio goes to check on the bunker (ford mentions planning on doing this in j3, so yayyy, an excuse for them to be there)

they quickly realize the cryotube is broken, and shifty has escaped (how did this happen? is that when shifty escaped in cannon? i have no idea, man) anyway, Fiddleford needs to go in with them to fix it, so Ford and Stan are on shifty hunting duty. meanwhile, shifty saw them, and assumes Stan is another shapeshifter

at some point, Ford and Stan get separated, so Shifty goes to Stan like "idk what that guy told you, but it's probably a lie. lets help each other escape!" Stan uses this to lure him to Ford lol

this is where we get the big confrontation/conversation between everyone. shifty wants out cause he was taken by Ford and Fiddleford for the sole purpose of being experimented on and being used to test the cryotubes. he wanted the journal to get new forms as a defense, and to use it as a guide for escape and life on the outside.

he's been playing nice at the moment and not attacking anyone to prove he'll be fine now. he just wants to go to the surface and live his life like he was supposed to if Ford had never found him.

every one else is not sure what to do. well, mostly Ford and Stan. Fiddleford is pretty set on the "put him back in the tube" approach

Ford is really flip flopping, he has a lot of trust issues after Bill, Shifty's original betrayal affected him, and it hurt Fiddleford (which was probably the worst part to Ford). but, he does see Shifty's perspective and feels kind of guilty.

i think i've spent like a week trying to figure out how they settle things, and i'm kinda calling it quits with that too. my best idea is a microchip. basically, Ford points out the cryotube thing really was unethical, and it broke before so it might again. plus, if they just leave shifty down there, he might tunnel his way out anyway, he's already forming some. and finally, killing him would also be unethical, and also a waste of an incredible scientific discovery .

so they decide to chip him and keep him at the cabin as a trial run. not great that shifty's still a prisoner, but i couldn't see them just letting him go. the chip, made by Fiddleford obviously, alerts them when shifty changes shape, if he manages to get it out, and prevents him from going too far out of a certain radius.

as time goes on, shifty is allowed to go further and further, and they trust him more. it's a very slow transition, that's mostly a matter of shifty becoming part of the daily routine. one of those "you can pretty much get used to anything after awhile" things.

i think they realize also, that shifty's still a juvenile. he's true form is still growing and changing. i put him somewhere in the 12-14 range. i haven't decided how they go about raising him just yet, but his human disguise is pretending to be Stan's son. between the mystery trio, stan having a random son makes the most sense.

shifty likes to keep his form kinda close to looking like himself, so if ppl ask about his appearance, he just says he's albino.

the transition period from not trusting him and being a prisoner, to being a proper member of the cabin is one i'm still very undecided on. but for now, i think the summery works well enough. once he's more comfortable with himself and his place in the house, shifty becomes very mischievous and adventurous! he likes doing pranks and getting into stuff

anyways, if anyone has any suggestions about him, i'm very open to it!! he's a hard character to figure out/integrate

[felixcloud6288]

Dungeon Meshi Chapter 75

First time Marcille saw the Touden's place, she went "Damn, bitch. You live like this?"

Also, this is the first time as far as I can recall where Marcille used her ribbons to tie the end of her braids.

Otta, Fleki, and Pattadol have never seen a demon it seems.

Mithrun's eye changed color briefly but went back to black when he started attacking.

What rules?

Is Mithrun going to get court-martialed if he kills an adventurer who is not a dungeon lord?

Love seeing Mithrun fight. Love seeing his unconventional use of teleportation magic.

Mithrun's Tall-man form was very muscular, and this fight shows how strong he actually is. Each time he pulls that cape out of the lion, he has to be able to pull whatever part of the lion is also weighing the cape down.

Oh. So Kabru wasn't able to talk last chapter. And y'know what, I can tell exactly what happened. In chapter 73, Cithis said "Silence" to him right before she hypnotized Laios and the others. She wasn't telling Kabru to back down, she was giving him a command he had to follow. Cithis may also have been responsible for Kabru's cuffs as well.

What do they expect him to do? He's handcuffed and doesn't have a weapon.

So much of this could have been avoided if the elves weren't such stuck-up supremacists. And I'm not just talking about how the Canaries immediately escalated to trying to murder Marcille.

They were hostile to the Touden party from the start and only became polite when Pattadol thought she was talking to a full-elf. The moment one of them brought up Marcille's half-elf heritage, they all started talking down at her as well.

One thing I'll point out as a token defense for the Canaries is they only became physically aggressive with Marcille when she tried to flee. And after putting up with them, Marcille may have decided she might as well become the dungeon lord since her wish would knock them down a peg.

But still, the Canaries treat everyone as ignorant children who should do as they say because they said so and don't think they should have to give a reason for why others should listen to them.

Now onto the other part about how their supremacist attitude got in the way. Recall that Kabru wanted to be a Canary but couldn't join because he's not an elf. That brief moment where he was able to give orders to the others shows he's able to keep a cool head in a dangerous situation; he'd be a competent leader. But also, he would not have let the situation ever escalate to the point that it got to.

Kui redrew several images from earlier chapters during Marcille's flashback montage. It really shows how well her artstyle had improved over the series.

Marcille's takeaway from reflecting on their journey is that this entire adventure has sucked, it's been a miserable and painful experience, and she'd be better off if she'd given up on any number of occasions.

And it was all worthwhile. What's a little more pain and suffering if it means she'll be able to spend as much time as possible with the people she loves.

She's going to live 1,000 years? Oh that makes everything even worse.

Looks like the lion is restoring everything about the dungeon as if it were new. At the very least, all the mirrors are repaired.

I think the sequence of events was Marcille was thinking she wants to restrain the Canaries and the lion basically went "I know how to do that!" and he summoned giant spiders to restrain them.

And once Marcille saw the lion's approach, it began to adjust its methods to better suit Marcille's desire even if Marcille's approach is even more terrifying than how it was going to do things.

And one of the first things the lion did after becoming Marcille's servant is act against her wishes behind her back. Marcille said she didn't want to kill anyone, but the lion's methods definitely did something to Fleki and one spider was about to kill Otta as well.

And then the lion literally covered Marcille's eyes so she wouldn't see it kill Mithrun.

The lion is not a genie forced to grant peoples' wishes. It grants wishes to feed off desires and it will defy its master's wishes if it feels like doing so.

This would probably drive anyone insane.

Of note, Thistle set up a post to spy on Senshi's encampment, but he doesn't appear to have anything spying on the orcs.

The walking mushrooms have little hearts on them.

Oh look. Mithrun's alive.

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