#literally geeking out today is the best day ever

[irlnorthshaw]

THE UNIVERSE IS WITH ME!!! guys. you may not know this abt me but im a huuuge pop guy and i have recently been obsessed with tate mcrae. and “sports car” is SO ninjador coded THIS IS TRULY A BLESSING

EXCUSE ME??? not only that but i have been writing a ninjador fic that eerily fits the vibe of this song it’s insane. basically tabs are saying ninja has a mystery gf and everyone’s trying to figure out who she is… little did everyone know, this mystery gf is not so mysterious YEAH U GUESSED IT IT’S FUCKING EL MATADOR. and there is… a scene… with a sports car. take that information as you will

[yanderenightmare]

TW: nsfw, anal, suggestiveness & pressuring

fem reader

Thinking about really boyfriendly boyfriends – simpy and helpful and sweet – boyfriend material perfectly cut as if custom-ordered – boxed and shipped and sent express mail from the boyfriend factory with love.

He’s interested in your hobbies and studies and is equally passionate about sharing his interests with you. He’s comfortable and playful with your family and makes a true effort to befriend your friends. He’s even outgoing at parties where he doesn’t know anyone but you instead of sulking and asking you to leave like so many past boyfriends have.

He likes sharing food, sings loudly in the car, texts you throughout the day, and calls you when he’s at the store before coming over, asking if you need or want anything. He’s open and honest and geeks over new releases – that movie trailer, that game, those sneakers, that album, that car, and all that other boy stuff – and yet never fails to tell you how beautiful you are every time he sees you.

And he likes taking you on dates – cinema, arcade, roller rink, amusement park, road trips, picnics, beach days – or simply hanging out at his or your place – making food, binging a series in bed, kissing and dry-humping…

He’s just, all in all, everything you could’ve ever wished for. Perfect in every way.

Only… there hasn’t been a single time he’s had you in bed where he hasn’t all but begged to fuck your ass…

He’s literally crying for it while moaning, “Please~ lemme put it in~ just wanna try it once, please, baby~” with his hands squeezing your butt over your shorts and his head under your shirt, kissing and sucking your tits with the prayers on his lips as he humps his tented crotch against your clothed cunt – making your panties hot and damp. 

You squeeze your eyes shut with a suppressed whine.

He keeps pleading, “I’ll be gentle~ just the tip~ I’ll go so slow~”

His fingers dig into the crevice of your cheeks, wedging your shorts and undies through your slit. Everything clenches from the friction.

Your face is heated, biting your lip with cinched brows. You knew he’d ask for it again today – he never doesn’t. Even though he’ll get pussy-drunk and pound your poor womb in a tight mating press the second he’s made you cum on his fingers. 

He slurps your nipple, still begging, “Please, baby, please~ it’ll feel so good~ so-so-so good~”

You’d been deliberating giving in to his incessant proposals for a little while. He’d been so unrelenting you were starting to feel bad denying him for so long.

Not like past boyfriends hadn’t been equally relentless in the ask.

But this one was different… unlike the others… you really like him. 

You think you might be in love with him, even though it’s a little early to say.

Still… since he’s so perfect… you want to do your best to be perfect for him, too.

So you’d made yourself ready for it this time – done preparations in the shower. 

But… you pout… it was all so embarrassing, and your poor mind was riddled with doubts as though you were a virgin all over again. 

What if something… gross happens? What if it hurts so bad you have to stop? Will it disappoint him? What if you hate it but go through with it anyway, only for him to keep asking? What if you have to break up because you won’t ever be able to look him in the eyes again?

“Are you okay? Is something wrong?” His voice slips through the inner turmoil.

He’d resurfaced from beneath your shirt on account of your silence, only to see you’d covered your face in both hands. He gently peels them away – revealing your eyes and the shy way you nibble your lip.

“I’m sorry…” He apologizes then. “I’ll stop asking-” 

“No!” You blurt. To his surprise – staring at you with those big puppy-dog eyes you just couldn’t handle seeing look so disheartened. “I mean…” 

You look away, cheeks burning – voice just barely above a whisper. 

“If you really want to… I’m fine with it…”

He seemed to perk up at that. If he’d had a tail, you know it would be wagging behind him. 

His chest swelled, eyes big and unblinking, swallowing thickly – breaths already thick with containment. 

He leans in close and nose-kisses you, brushing your lips with heated words, “Really? You’ll let me?”

You made a small sound, too humiliated to say or do much more than nod your head in confirmation.

He seemed to shudder, closing the space between you, kissing your lips softly – he tasted like static – buzzing with restricted urgency. Parting with a soft-spoken yet strained, “Thank you.”

Both his hands messaged your waist – fiddled with the band to your shorts as though he couldn’t wait to drag them down your thighs and free you.

Still speaking against your lips, “Can you turn around on your knees for me?”

Everything was burning – from the tips of your ears to your lips and deep down in your stomach where something equally hungry and anxious was preparing for something.

He moved back to allow you to crawl into position, taking a pillow and placing it underneath you – patting it while telling you to “Lie down.” 

You did like suggested, lying with your face and chest against the soft plume, sinking into it with your back in a slope and your ass presented. Heart pounding in your head, loud and hot, as he took position behind you – placing his hand back on your hips.

He hooked his fingers into the band of your shorts again, pulling them back over the fat of your haunches, then dragged them down slowly until they pooled around your knees. You felt the damp heat of his breath immediately hit the peach fuzz on the small of your back – seeping through the cotton of your panties – making your belly brew with butterflies. 

“Just relax, okay? Tell me to stop if I go too far.” He said, sensing how you quaked as he placed both palms on your globes – denting the plump flesh with greedy fingers.

It’s not like you haven’t fucked in this position before – it’s just that you knew this time was going to be different. You felt so exposed.

He fingered the frill of your panties and started peeling them off – baring your naked skin and the pretty dip between your cheeks. 

You yelped. His mouth was on you before he’d even finished undressing you – placing a sloppy half-bite half-kiss on your upper ass before proceeding to slurp the crack.

You whimpered – flustered and flushed as the heat of his tongue laid wet trails down through the valley until his lips met with your rim. You shuffled your thighs and balled the pillow in small fists as he groaned into you. Shamelessly squeezing your fat with his hands, spreading the cheeks to let him at your little puckered hole.

Your eyes screwed shut while you hid your face in the pillow beneath you – muffling all uneasy sounds as he canted his mouth against your ass. Chin rutting into your puffy cunt while bobbing his jaw, lipping at your taint and rim – nose nuzzled between your cheeks – mouth fully closed around you – moaning at the feel of it pulsing on the tip of his tongue as he runs it over the tight scrunch again and again.

Your shoulders brace as he tries and screw the wet muscle inside. You tense up way too tight for it to happen.

He smacks off with a raunchy sigh. Your heart is in your throat. 

Slick from your ignored cunt feels sticky on your swelled pussy-lips – hot and twitching in the cool air.

He pops the cap of the little bottle of lube the two of you always keep on hand. You flinch when his slick fingers come back to rub your hole. He gives it slow and soothing circles before easing the tip inside. Filling you up only to the first joint, waiting for you to relax and loosen before sinking the rest inside. 

He hums at the display, groaning, “Fuuh-ck~” Sliding the digit in knuckle-deep before slipping it out to the tip again – repeating the motion while feeling your muscles ripple around it. “You’re so cute, baby~ so pretty~”

He bows and places a chaste kiss on your buttcheek, laying his face on it like a pillow – his eyes half-mast while looking at his finger disappear inside you.

He works another in with the first, shuffling them – messaging the tightness, slowly training it to stretch. His hot breath fans over your wet skin, making you go goosefleshed.

“Fuck, baby – so pretty with my fingers inside yah~” He hums, almost in a whine while curling them inside you. “So fucking hot how you swallow and squeeze on ‘em like that~”

He pulls himself up again, tugging on his belt with one hand – keeping on fingering you with the other. 

His pants drop to the floor a moment later, and he lifts his neglected cock out of the sticky mess he’d made in his boxers – throbbingly fat and hard, pulsing in his fist and leaking pre, another pearl each time he rubs over the bulge of his tip.

He looks at your hole – eyes misty. You seem to have loosened up a bit – enough for him to part his fingers.

He pulls them both out with a schlick. “I think you’re ready…” His voice is sticky – stuck to his throat. “I’m gonna try ‘n put it in.”

Your hands curl into the pillow as you nod your head – eyes still squeezed shut. It hadn't felt too bad so far – just weird. Embarrassing and… clinical. A bit like a doctor’s visit. But you knew that would all change now.

His hands glide across your back, catching your crop top in balled fists, stretching it as his tip works on stretching out your opening – nudging against it, coaxing it into accepting the head.

“Fuh- oh fuck~” He moans, lost to the sight and feel of your butt seizing around him – closing up around his tip. 

You look so fucking perfect like that – face-down and kneeling with your ass pressed back against him – giving him your second virginity. 

His eyes flitter across the slope of your spine – looking over your creamy skin, looking so pretty, all glossy with dew, until he reaches your face. Your brows are pinched together, gnawing on your bottom lip, eyes shut tightly.

“Are you okay?” He pants.

You nod your head – curt and rushed.

He suppresses a sound – feeling even more heated. You’re so perfect, so good to him – the best girlfriend he could have ever asked for. Trusting him like this, letting him do this even when you’re so nervous about it. You must really love him.

He’s nearly crying, holding onto your hips as he fucks you with just the tip – loosening the rim up and going just a little deeper for every shallow thrust. He nearly barrels over, standing there with his back hunched – bowing his head, looking at where the two of you connect while sweat drips from his weighted bangs.

“I love you, too.” He confesses out of the blue, and you blink, looking back at him – seeing his mouth parted with blissful moans, his eyes wet, and brows softly curled. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect fo’me – so good.” 

He loves you so much he can barely take the blossoming in his chest, feeling like he wants to eat you up and swallow you whole. His girl – who laughs at all his silly jokes and holds his hand everywhere you go and doesn’t tease him when he yelps and holds you close during horror movies. His perfect perky girlfriend – who lets him fuck you raw and cum inside, and now… even letting him fuck your tight round ass for the very first time.

He's almost all the way in now – just a few more thrusts, and you’ll have him swallowed down to the base with his balls pressed firmly against the puffy lips of your wet pussy.

“Fuh-uuck-” He breathes out again, gripping your hips tight as he bottoms out. 

He nearly cums right then, having to bite his lip to hold back – savoring how you ripple and squeeze him – so tight and firm.

You’re such a good girl taking him so well and so deep, lying so sweetly beneath him with your ass presented – letting him nestle his entire length inside you. Curling your toes all cutely as you adjust with only pretty girly mews leaving you.

You didn’t expect him to mount you. 

But he does. Now standing with his feet in the bed, squatting over you with his cock sinking balls deep in your ass. Freshly broken-in, it’s tight and firm and twitchy as though it’s confused as to why there's a big fat cock stretching it out. 

He can’t help but smile, perched on top of you – hands still hooked upon your hips for balance while he leans forward, settling even deeper. 

You moan, and it nearly drives him wild. Barely holding himself together as he pulls out – wishing he had something to bite into instead of his lip as he focuses on the way your firm walls clench on him, clinging to his shaft so tightly it’s hard pulling out despite the wetness – it’s so good he’s losing it. 

He’s taking his perfect girlfriend in her perfect ass. And it feels so fucking good his hands leave their grip on your hips as he slugs forward, bending over you until his chest presses into your back, and his head rests on top of yours, cheek to cheek – slinging both arms around you, putting you in a headlock – leaving you to do nothing else but pant, squished between his biceps and his cock kisses your guts. 

“Can’t believe I'm fucking your little ass, baby.” He rants breathlessly. “It's so tight and good, gripping me so fuckin’ hard.” Huffing and groaning with his back hunched as he curves into your butt as deep as he can – stuffing into you from behind slowly and carefully as though he’s savoring every single flutter of you hugging him.

He’s barely even pulling out – kneading as far as his cock can reach instead – cock-warming himself inside you.

“Fuck, baby – I can cum inside, right?” He whimpers against you, kissing the corner of your mouth with his tongue out.

You’re so squished beneath him you can only just wheeze out the word. “O-okay-”

“Oh- fuck, I love you.” He cries when he blows, squeezing you so tight you’re choking as he pumps pulse after pulse of thick hot cum deep inside you. “I love you, I love you- love you- love you so much- so fuckin’ much-”

And you don’t know if it’s the confession, the headlock, or the cum being pumped up your guts – but your clit’s pulsing and your cunt’s twitching even though it’s around nothing, gushing down your shaking thighs as your butt pushes itself flush against your boyfriend’s cock, clenching hard around it and milking him free of every drop.

♡ BNHA – Deku, Shoto, Denki, Kirishima, Shigaraki, Touya-Dabi, Hawks, Natsuo, Mirio ♡ JJK – Gojo, Yuji, Yuuta, Choso ♡ HQ – Kuro, Bokuto, Miya twins ♡ AOT – Armin ♡ DS – Zenitsu ♡ WB – Sakura, Nirei, Umemiya

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[wayvchip]

cute dates with boyfriend!wayv

kun invites you over to his apartment to cook dinner and have a relaxing wine night. except maybe it wasn't that relaxing since you both turn it into a tipsy masterchef cooking competition. although you are quite intimidated by his cooking skills, you don't let that stop you from trying your best (which wasn't very good). kun, being the nicest guy ever, lets you win. the winner chooses the loser's punishment. you make him wear an embarrassing apron that says "kiss the cook but don't touch the buns" kun complies and prays the pictures you took of him on your phone never end up in yangyang's hands, or else he would never hear the end of it.

ten loves volunteering at the animal shelter, especially a shelter with lots of cats who need extra love and attention. you and ten spend the whole day playing with the cats, feeding them, cleaning out their cages, and brushing their fur. he almost wants to adopt yet another cat or two or three, but you gently remind him this isn't in real life neko atsume so he cannot collect all the cats in the world (unfortunately). ten's eyes soften when he sees you cuddling a senior kitty and he can't help but think to himself he wants to raise many cats with you in the future.

winwin would take you to the beach on a sunny day to enjoy the light breeze and salty air until the sun sets. you notice how he doesn't even try to hide the fact that he is checking you out. winwin compliments you endlessly and gives you one of his jackets to cover up because he hates the thought of other people staring at you. throughout the day, you help each other reapply sunscreen, and you giggle whenever he struggles to squeeze the tube that barely has any sunscreen left, because it sounds exactly like someone after they eat taco bell. during moments he thinks you aren't looking, winwin manages to find a pretty pearly white seashell among the billions of grains of sand and gives it to you.

xiaojun would invite you over to his place and you guys spend the whole time building legos and geeking out over the newest flower and plant lego sets. he starts sweating when your hand accidentally touches his hand while reaching for the same lego piece, even though you guys are literally dating. silly ahh boy. after you both finish building the set in one sitting, xiaojun makes you one of his famous oreo mug cakes, and he makes sure to lightly blow on the spoonful of batter to cool it down before feeding it to you and watching you eat it (he is so whipped for you)

hendery would take you to a hong kong style cafe. it's cozy and cute, and has lots of history behind how the shop came to be what it is today. you have trouble deciding what to order since you are unfamiliar with cantonese food but hendery excitedly explains each dish in detail just for you. once you decide what to get, hendery orders for you in cantonese, which makes you fall in love with him all over again. his eyes light up when you show interest in learning a few canto phrases and he feels his heart melt a little when you repeat after his words and ask if your pronounciation was okay.

yangyang loves going to the arcade section in the amusement park. the bright, colorful lights, silly circus music, and sound effects from the machines makes him feel like he's reliving his childhood again. yangyang tries to show off his claw machine skills because he wants to impress you. he literally tries so hard and finally wins a plushie for you after his like eleventh attempt. while yangyang is rambling on about how the "claw machine was rigged" and how "it wasn't a skill issue" on his part, you give him a quick kiss on the cheek, which makes him shut up immediately and start blushing furiously.

[q-gorgeous]

Live A Day In My Shoes

ao3

ffn

word count: 4982

prompt: Lifeswap! Live a day in each other's shoes! But... for some reason, this day feels like it will never end. (metaphorical or literal and who are up to you) @sheepheadfred

bros i was not sure how to end this one ahh

Danny yawned as he walked through the hallway. Another day of boring school. He couldn’t wait to go home. 

“Hey, Fentina!” 

Danny groaned. Of course. He couldn’t ever go a day without seeing his favorite person in the world. 

“What do you want, Dash?” 

Dash grabbed Danny’s backpack hook and yanked him backwards, almost causing Danny’s feet to come out from underneath him. Then he shoved Danny into the lockers. 

“Just want to wail on my favorite nerd. I saw you over here and I just couldn’t resist.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Man, Dash. you couldn’t resist me? I didn’t peg you as being into guys.” 

Dash’s cheeks turned pink and he jostled Danny against the lockers again. 

“You better not peg me at all.”

Danny smirked. “Wasn’t planning on it.” 

Dash’s face turned red. “Shut up! Loser!” 

Dash shoved Danny to the ground and he hit it hard. He hit his elbow as he landed and hissed. 

“You’re just a geek. A freak. A loser.” 

Danny sat up and glared at him. “Yeah, and you’re a jackass.” 

“A jackass with a perfect life.” Danny rolled his life.

“I wish you’d understand what my life was like.” Danny muttered.

A beat of silence and then Danny covered his mouth and looked around them. He said the word. Dash looked up and down the hallway as well. 

“Are you dumb, Fenton?” 

Danny slowly pulled his hands away from his mouth as he continued looking around. “Uh, maybe. It doesn’t look like she was here though?” 

“I’m blaming you if we go through some freaky Friday body swap bullshit.”

Danny started standing back up and waved Dash off. “We would’ve noticed if she granted a wish by now. It’ll be fine.”

“You better hope so.” 

Dash walked by Danny and shoulder checked him. Danny hissed at the impact and glared at him over his shoulder. 

Dash was a jerk.

~~~~~~~

Danny walked into the lunchroom. The room was already filled with people. He got in line to get his lunch. 

Once he had his food he turned to scan the room for Sam and Tucker. He saw them already sitting at their usual table near the windows. He made his way over to them.

“Hey guys.” He set down his tray and sat down

“Hey, dude.” Tucker said through a mouthful of his burger. 

“Had a run in with Dash again today.” Danny rolled his eyes and stabbed his lettuce with a fork. “I think I got him back pretty good today, though.”

“Nothing ghostly I hope?” Sam frowned at him.

“Nope, I just flustered him.” Sam shook her head and gave him a questioning look but Danny ignored it. “That reminds me though. I accidentally sort of used the w word out loud.” 

Sam groaned. “Danny you didn’t.”

“Tucker slurped at his juice box. “What’d you wish for?”

“That Dash would understand my life or whatever.” 

“What? Why?” Sam asked. 

Danny let out a deep breath. “I’m tired of him picking on me. I just think it’d be cool if he knew what it was like.”

“Yeah, but what if Desiree-“

“I said it and nothing happened.” Danny said as he looked between Sam and Tucker. “I don’t think she heard it.”

“Phew.” Tucker breathed out. “Imagine what she could’ve done with that wish. Would the roles be flipped? Would you become a bully? Would Dash have been born to ghost hunting parents? Would he have replaced your best friend in the whole world’s role and been your best friend instead?”

Sam rolled her eyes. “At least she wasn’t here. It definitely could’ve gone bad. He could find out your secret identity from it.”

Danny raised a brow at her. “How?”

Sam shrugged. “If he’s living a day in your shoes, wouldn’t that mean everything? School and the ghost powers?”

Danny looked back down at his food. He guessed that was true. 

“Yeah. I-“

Danny flinched as something hit him in the back of the head. He looked down to see an apple. 

“Hah! The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, Fenton!”

“That doesn’t even make sense!” Sam placed her hands on the table and stood up, glaring at Dash. 

“Oohhh what are you gonna do?” Dash mocked.

Danny watched Dash walk towards his table where his friends sat. He placed a hand on the bench he sat on and spread his intangibility through it and onto the floor. When it reached Dash, he took a step and his foot went into the floor and set him off balance. He fell to the floor, his lunch tray clattering on the ground. 

The rest of his table burst into laughter, except for Kwan who stood up and bent down to check on Dash. He gently pushed Kwan’s hand away but he still had a bite in his voice.

“I’m fine!” He stood up and glared at the rest of his friends and stomped out of the room with Kwan following behind him, lunch tray forgotten. 

Danny snickered with Tucker and Sam shook her head.

“You better hope that Desiree didn’t hear your wish.” She took a sip of her milk. “If he finds out you did that, he’ll kick your ass straight into the ghost zone.”

“If it’s a body swap situation would it technically be my ass or his?” Him and Tucker laughed together. 

“Unfortunately for you, I don't think he'd have any gripes about not using your ghost power on you.” 

Danny waved her comment off.

“It’s not like it’ll ever happen.” 

~~~~~~~

Danny woke up groggily the next morning. He groaned and shifted in bed. But moving felt funny. It was almost as if he was heavier than normal. Maybe his arms had fallen asleep while he was sleeping again.

He rolled onto his other side and then his alarm started going off. It was a different sound. Jazz must've changed it. Something about it waking him up easier if he wasn’t used to the sound.

With his eyes closed, he slapped the top of the alarm clock, missing the first time. He threw the covers back and swung his feet down to the floor. Danny yawned.

Bathroom. 

He stood up and stumbled his way to his door and grabbed the handle.

Danny opened the door to the hallway, blinking open his eyes, and stopped before he walked out of the room. 

This wasn’t his hallway.

He closed the door and opened it again. Still the wrong hallway. He closed the door and turned around to look at the room he was in. This wasn’t his room. Where was he?

He walked up to the closet and pulled it open. His heart dropped when he saw the hangers filled with letterman jackets and the bears all over the floor.

He was in Dash’s house. How did he get here? 

Danny ran his hands through his hair but pulled them back when all he felt was fuzzy short hair. 

Something was wrong. Really wrong.

He started digging around in the room. Dash had to have a mirror in here somewhere. Surely.

All Danny found was a spoon. Peeking in the spoon's reflection, he saw Dash’s face staring back at him.

He groaned. Desiree heard him make his wish yesterday. Of course she did. 

Danny tried pulling at his core, but of course since this wasn’t his body, he couldn’t feel anything. 

“Dash! Get your butt up! You’ll be late for school!”

Danny jumped at the sound of Dash’s dad’s voice. How was he going to make it through a conversation with that man? 

Danny looked around the room. He found a pair of pants laying on the floor and a black shirt. He changed and stared at the letterman jacket on Dash’s desk chair. He’d pass on that. 

He grabbed Dash’s backpack and looked out the window. Could he make it down from here? 

Danny debated it for a couple minutes before deciding against it. He didn’t want to break Dash’s body within not even ten minutes of being awake. He’d have to chance going downstairs past Dash’s dad. 

He opened the bedroom door and tiptoed into the hallway. He looked down both ways and pulled the door shut behind him. He could hear Dash’s dad making noise downstairs and then a door shut.

This was his chance.

He hurried down the stairs and glanced around for the front door before spotting it. When he was outside he started booking it down the road. 

He had to find Dash. Surely he would be at Danny’s house. There’s no way he would’ve gotten anywhere yet. 

He turned onto his street and saw Fentonworks come into view. He ran up and knocked on the front door, out of breath. Then he paused.

What was he going to say to his parents? What excuse would a random kid have to be at their house before school? 

“Coming!” His mom’s voice called through the door. She pulled it open and Danny straightened his stance and stared at his parents. 

“Hi, uh, Mr. and Mrs. Fenton.” Danny looked between his parents with wide eyes. “I- I need to speak to Danny. About. Our… english project?” 

“Oh sure! Let me call him down here.” she turned her head in the direction of the stairs. “Danny! Someone’s here to see you!” A thump could be heard through the floor and she chuckled. 

“So what’s your guy’s english project about?” Maddie asked.

“It’s- uh-“ 

Danny’s eyes widened as he watched his own body slip through the ceiling and fall onto the living room floor. When he looked up he looked straight at Danny. His look was a combination of I’m gonna kill you and what the fuck. 

His mom turned around at the sound when Dash stood up.

“Oh! Danny, good you’re awake. Your friend came to see you about your english project?” 

“Our english project.” Dash stared at him.

“Yeah.” Danny said.” Our english project? We were reading Freaky Friday?”

“I thought Freaky Friday was a movie.” 

Danny wanted to strangle him. His mom sighed. 

“Danny, dear, you need to start paying more attention in school.” 

“Can I just come in? We have to talk about our presentation before we get to school today.”

Dash threw his hands up into the air and turned to walk towards the stairs. His mom waved him in. 

“I’m sorry about that. He must not have gotten much sleep last night.”

“It’s okay mo- Mrs. Fenton!”

Danny walked in and followed behind Dash. When Danny got up there he saw Dash studying the doors in the hallway. He walked up to his bedroom door and opened it. Dash stomped his way inside. When the door closed Dash turned around and glared at him.

“This is all your fault, Fenton!” 

Danny rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I know. You can lay off. I’ll hear about it again later from Sam. But we need to fix this.”

“How do you think we’re gonna fix this?” Dash was still glaring at him. “We’re not Phantom. We don’t hunt ghosts.”

Danny shuffled on his feet. “I mean- no. But we can find Desiree.” 

“How are we gonna do that?”

Then his feet disappeared and he started sinking. 

Dash looked up at him in panic. “And why do I keep falling through the floor?!”

Danny grabbed onto Dash’s hands and pulled him back into the room. His feet landed on solid ground and he sighed. 

“We have to skip school today.”

“You’re not even gonna answer the question?!” Dash flailed his arms around. “What is wrong with your body?” 

“We can’t have you going to school like that.” Danny gestured at him. “I don’t think we’ll be able to pretend to be each other very well. We just need to find Desiree.”

“Let’s just find Phantom.” Dash walked up to Danny to stare up at him. 

A flash lit up the room and Danny’s eyes widened in panic. His transformation washed over Dash. Dash watched as the suit formed over his arms and legs. He was staring at his hands and raised his head up slowly to look at Danny. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” 

“Surprise! We’ve already got Phantom.”

“You’re Phantom?!”

“Shh!” Danny covered Dash’s mouth with his hand and turned his head to look at the door. “This is why we can’t go to school. If you can’t control my powers you’re gonna blow my identity.” 

Dash grabbed Danny’s wrist and tried to pull his hand off of his face. Danny smirked.

“Isn't it so fun when you can’t fight back, huh?”

Dash finally managed to move Danny’s hand. “You better watch it. Couldn’t I suplex you with your powers?”

“You have to figure out how to use my super strength first.”

Dash frowned at that. He looked down when the transformation rings appeared again and changed him back into Danny’s human form. 

“Danny! You and your friend should hurry up if you don’t want to be late for school!” 

Danny let go of Dash. “Get dressed.”

Dash’s cheeks turned pink and he looked around for some clothes. He picked up the first shirt and pants he saw on the ground and was about to pull his shirt off before he locked back up at Danny. 

“Don’t watch me change! Turn around.”

“Dude it’s my body! What does it matter?” 

Dash stared at each other until Danny groaned and turned around. He crossed his arms. 

“I didn’t realize you were that shy, Dash.”

“I’m not. I never thought Phantom would be watching me undress.”

“Did it even cross your mind that I had to dress your body today?” 

Dash groaned and Danny felt a pillow hit him. Danny turned around and Dash was finishing pulling his shirt on. He was about to start walking when Danny pointed at his backpack next to his bed.

“We have to look like we’re going to school. Grab my bag. It has a thermos in it too.” 

Dash grumbled and picked up his backpack and Danny opened the door. When he headed down the stairs his mom walked up to him and Dash.

“Here you two! Have some muffins for the road.” Danny smiled and took the banana nut muffin. Dash took his and just stared at it. 

“Thanks! See you later mo- Mrs. Fenton!” 

Danny elbowed Dash and knocked him out of his muffin induced stupor. “Oh. Yeah. Thanks.”

They walked out the front door and Danny pulled it shut behind them. Dash was still staring at the muffin.

“What, you’ve never had a muffin before?” Danny asked him. He took a bite into his own. 

“No. My dad just doesn’t generally make meals for me anymore.”

“Oh.” Danny shuffled on his feet. “That sucks.” 

“Yeah.” Dash peeled the wrapper off the muffin and took a bite out of it. “Where are we going anyways if we’re not going to school?” 

“I’m not sure. I haven’t planned that far yet.” 

Dash groaned.

“Hey, give me my phone. I gotta call Sam and Tucker.” 

Dash pulled Danny’s phone out of his pocket and handed it to Danny. He brought up Tucker’s picture and hit call. 

“Danny?” Tucker asked as a greeting. He sounded worried. “What’s up?”

“We’ve got a, uh, situation, Tucker.”

“Dash?”

Danny shook his head. “Nope. We had a freaky friday mishap.”

Tucker paused before his laughter sounded from the other end of the call. 

“Tucker!”

He kept laughing and then he heard some shuffling and Sam’s muffled voice over the line. 

“Give me the phone Tucker! Danny?”

“In the flesh. But not really.” 

Sam groaned. “Dash is with you then?”

“Yep.”

“Has he figured out your identity?”

“Oh yeah totally.” 

Sam sighed heavily into the phone and Danny cringed. “What do you need?”

“We can’t go to school today.” Danny said as he looked at Dash. His hand went invisible. “He doesn’t know how to control my powers and we can’t risk him exposing me. We need to find Desiree.”

“Why don’t you make another wish? That could bring her right to you.” Tucker’s voice cut in loudly over the phone. Danny could hear as Sam lightly bapped him on the face.

“She twists the intentions of people’s wishes around. What if they make another wish and it makes it worse?” 

“What if they w-i-s-h for Desiree to be there?”

“She’d have to be there already in order to grant their wish.” 

Danny thought as Sam and Tucker bickered on the other end of the call. Then his eyes widened.

“Hey, Tucker. How far did we get in cataloguing the ghost’s ectosignatures? Did we ever get Desiree’s?”

“Oh!” He heard Tucker messing with something. Probably the tracking device that he always carried on him now. They reconfigured one of his parents' trackers to tell them which ghost was showing up on the radar based off of their ectosignature. It was a real godsend, especially if the ghost setting off his ghost sense was just Cujo or the Box Ghost. 

“Yep! We’ve got her in here already.” Tucker paused. “Huh.”

“What?” Danny asked. 

“She’s here.”

Danny groaned. Of course. Why wouldn’t she be at the school? 

“What?” Dash asked him. Danny ignored him.

“I guess we’ll meet you guys there.”

Danny hung up and Dash tried to grab it out of his hand. Danny held the phone up in the air. “We gotta go to school.”

“What?” Dash frowned at him. “I thought we couldn’t.”

“That’s where Desiree is. We just gotta soup her up and it should undo her spells.”

Dash grumbled. “Why’d you have to get me roped up in ghostly weirdness?”

Danny rolled his eyes and started walking towards the school. “It’s not like I was trying. It just slipped out.”

Dash crossed his arms and then flinched and rubbed his elbow. “What did you do to your arm, Fenton?”

Danny raised an eyebrow. “Do you not remember shoving me to the ground yesterday? Did you not think it would hurt?”

Dash was quiet and pointedly ignored Danny’s gaze. 

“Just because you can’t feel it when you’re wailing on people doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. How would you feel if you got hit and it hurt so bad you had trouble moving?”

“It sucks.” 

Danny turned to look at him, his brow furrowing. It threw him off the way Dash had said that. It was like he knew. Who would be dumb enough to wail on Dash Baxter?

“Who-”

“No.” Dash shook his head and sped up so he was ahead of Danny. “I don’t want to talk about it.” 

“Okay.” Danny looked away from him. 

He saw the school coming up ahead of them. Sam and Tucker were still standing outside the building waiting for them. 

“Hey, body swappers.” Tucker waved at them. Sam rolled her eyes. 

“Hey, Tucker.” Danny walked up to them with Dash behind him. “Can we have that tracker?”

“For sure. Here you go.” Tucker pulled the device out of his backpack and handed it to Danny. “It says she’s still somewhere around here. 

“Are you gonna be able to defeat her without your powers?” Sam asked.

“Dash has my powers.”

She pointed behind him and Danny turned. Dash had faded from sight. Then he popped back into visibility.

“We’ve defeated Desiree when my powers were out of whack.” Danny waved her comment off. “I’m sure we can do it again.” 

“Well good luck.” Sam turned towards the school. “We gotta go before we’re late.”

“Bye, thanks you guys.” Danny turned towards Dash and pulled out the tracker. “Okay now let’s see where she is.” 

Once he found her on the tracker, he was about to take a step in that direction when he felt a hand on his shoulder. 

“I trust you boys are on your way to class?” 

Danny and Dash turned around to look up at Mr. Lancer. 

“We, uh, we sure are.” Danny pointed his thumb over his shoulder. “Our class is just-”

“In my english classroom?” Lancer raised a brow at him. 

Dash shot Danny a look and Danny facepalmed. Mr. Lancer grabbed both of them by their wrists and started pulling them into the building and down the hallway. 

“Way to go!” Dash hissed at him. “Now what?”

Danny looked around them. He didn’t have his powers. He couldn’t phase them out. And Dash couldn’t reliably do it either.

“I guess we just have to go to our first hour.” Danny whispered. He shot Lancer another look and looked at Dash. “We have to find Desiree before he leaves.” 

“Are you boys planning on skipping your next class too?” 

“No! Mr. Lancer!” Danny straightened. “Of course not.”

“Mhm.” Mr. Lancer hummed out.

He let go of their wrists just before the classroom door and Danny debated bolting, but he knew they’d be deep in it with Lancer if he did that. 

He sighed and walked through the door to the classroom. He walked to the desks and Kwan stood up to meet him. 

“Hey, buddy!” Kwan slapped a hand on Danny’s back and he flinched. He mustered up a weak smile at the other boy and sat down in Dash’s usual spot. 

Behind him he heard someone fall to the floor and when he turned Dash was on the ground. The class burst into laughter. 

Today was going to be a long day. 

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Danny sat down at his usual table in the cafeteria and let out a deep breath. It was like the teachers were on both of them all day. Neither of them had been able to slip out to find Desiree yet. Lancer must’ve emailed them to keep an eye on them. 

He heard someone else sit down and he looked up to see Sam and Tucker. 

“This is still weird, but unbelievably funny.” Tucker said as he picked up a chicken nugget.

“I can’t believe Lancer sicked the entire faculty on you guys to prevent you from leaving.” Sam pulled her lunch from her bag. 

Danny sighed, resting his head on his hand. “I know. It’s gonna make going ghost difficult if he keeps it up.” 

Then there was a commotion in the cafeteria behind them. Danny turned to see Dash standing in the middle of the cafeteria, the tray he had grabbed laying on the floor. It looked like it had been knocked out of his hands. 

Dash clenched his fists and went to push Dale but Dale shoved him to the floor. Dash winced but didn’t move to get up. 

“Come on, Fenton. What are you going to do about it?” Dale smirked. 

“Hey, lay off man.” Danny stood up and walked over, stepping in between them. Dale gave him a look.

“What’s up with you, dude? You love beating on this kid.” 

Danny turned and saw the grimace on Dash’s face. 

“Maybe it’s about time that changed. We can’t push people around for our entire lives.”

Dash’s friends exchanged looks in between them and shrugged. They gave him a couple more weird looks, except for Kwan who gave him a thumbs up, and walked back to their table. 

Danny held a hand out to Dash and he grabbed it. Danny pulled him up off the floor. They stared down at the tray on the floor. 

“Sorry about your food.” Danny said.

Dash shrugged. “You weren’t the one that did it.” 

“You can have some of my food.” Danny moved to walk back to their table. Dash sighed.

“Sure, Thanks.” Then he gasped out a breath of cold air. He shivered. “What was that?” 

“Oh, no.” Danny looked around. “That was my ghost sense.” 

He pulled out the tracker and turned it on. Which ghost was it?

The label blinked and he smiled. 

“It’s Desiree! Come on!” 

Danny grabbed Dash’s wrist and dragged him behind him out of the cafeteria. 

“Woah, what? Where are we going?” Dash asked as he tried to keep up. 

“We gotta find somewhere to hide so you can go ghost.” Danny saw a janitor’s closet and pulled it open, pushing Dash inside. 

“Go ghost?” Dash looked at his hands, no doubt picturing the jumpsuit gloves he’d been wearing earlier that day. “How do you do that?”

“Do you feel that feeling in your chest?” Danny tapped the middle of his chest, near his heart. “You kinda have to pull on it. That triggers the transformation.” 

Dash closed his hands into fists and then closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and wore a concentrating expression on his face.

After a few moments, the ring appeared around his waist in a flash and traveled over his body. Left behind was Danny’s ghost form. 

Dash opened his eyes and looked down at himself. A grin appeared on his face. “Yes! I did it!” 

He floated into the air and turned on his side. His arms swung out as he tried to stabilize himself in the air. Danny righted him by his shoulders. 

“Now you gotta turn us intangible so we can go through the walls and find Desiree.” 

Danny grabbed Dash’s hand. Dash had a concentrated look on his face again and then Danny could feel the telltale feeling of intangibility washing over him. 

“Now let’s-”

Danny was cut off as Dash pulled him through the wall. He kept walking and eventually they found themselves outside the school. Desiree was floating in the air above them. 

“Hey, wishmaker!” Danny shouted. She looked down at them. 

“Ah, do you like your wish, ghost boy?”

“No!” Danny shouted up at her. “We’re here to send you back to the ghost zone.” 

“Ah, ah, ah.” She waved a finger at him. “I refuse to be forced back there by the likes of you.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time.” 

Danny jumped at Desiree and moved to punch her but she swung an arm back at him. She sent him flying into the brick wall of the school and it knocked the wind out of him. He fell to the ground and curled in on himself. 

“Hey!” Dash shouted at him from where he floated in the air. “Be careful with my body! It can’t handle getting thrown into buildings!”

“Yeah, I can tell!” Danny wheezed. His back hurt much more than if he’d hit the wall in his ghost form. 

“How do I do the blasty thing?” Dash held his hands out in front of him. A moment later an ectoray blasted out from his hands, flying towards Desiree while it sent him flying backwards. It hit her and sent her back a little. 

“How dare you!” She morphed her hand into a hammer and hit Dash with it, sending him flying away into the wall Danny was laying by. Dash groaned and stood back up. “Man getting thrown into walls hurts.” 

“Yeah, duh Dash.” 

Dash jumped into the air again and flew back towards Desiree. Danny watched them, his backpack bouncing on Dash’s back. His eyes widened. 

“Dash! The thermos is in my backpack! We need to get it out!” 

“On it!” Dash took off the backpack and went to unzip it when Desiree transformed her hand into a lasso this time. She looped it around Dash’s waist and yanked him back and forth until the backpack flew from his hands. It landed a couple feet away from Danny. 

He stood up and groaned when pain radiated from his back but he made his way to his backpack. Unzipping it, he rummaged around until his hand touched the thermos and he grabbed onto it. 

Pulling it out, he uncapped it. 

“I wish Desiree was inside this thermos!” 

“Noooooo!” 

Desiree was sucked into the thermos’ blue beam. Her yells faded as she disappeared inside it. Dash landed on the ground next to him. 

“That’s a lame way to end a battle.” 

Then Danny had a splitting headache and his head started spinning. He grabbed his head with his hands and waited for the world to stop spinning. As it faded, he opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Dash standing in front of him. 

Dash was standing in front of him?

Danny laughed and looked at his arms. 

“Yes! Everything’s back to normal!” 

Dash opened his eyes and lowered his arms. He smiled and shook Danny by his shoulder.

“We did it! The ghost fighting part was actually kind of cool.” 

Danny wrinkled his nose. “Yeah, except for when it interferes with almost every part of my life. I always have to drop everything to go fight a ghost.” 

“Yeah. Especially when you have assholes to deal with at school.” 

They stood there awkwardly and Danny scuffed his boot against the floor. “Are you going to go back to wailing on me?”

Dash looked at the ground and shook his head. “My friends would wonder why I defended you and went back on my word if I did that. And I can’t keep wailing on you knowing that I’m wailing on my hero.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Wow, thanks. I’m glad those are your only reasons.” 

Dash looked up at him. “It also reminded me how I don’t want to be my dad.” Dash shuffled his feet. “Picking on people makes me feel powerful, but what’s more powerful is to not be like him.”

Danny nodded and smiled softly. He nudged Dash’s arm with his elbow. “That it is. Break the cycle.” 

Danny transformed back into his human form and grabbed the thermos from Dash’s hand and picked his backpack up. He shouldered it just as he heard the bell ring. 

“I guess we better get back to class.” Danny sighed. “So much for eating.” 

“We could go to the Nasty Burger after school?” Dash rubbed the back of his neck. “You know, if you want.”

Danny smiled at him. It wouldn’t be perfect, but it’d be a good start to mending things. 

“Yeah, that’d be cool.” 

[im-ovulating]

Hello!! I'm fairly new to the twilight fandom and your blog is one of the bests i've ever seen so far! So, if you're comfortable/not buzy, could you please do the volturi kings (separated or poly, both are fine!!) reacting to the reader being a goth, i imagined since they're ancient beings, the goths that invaded the Roman Empire would be the first thing coming to mind lol

Once again, your blog is definitely a favorite now, so i might just give myself a name for future requests, i think 🦇 would be fine if no one's using it :)

Have a good morning, afternoon or/and evening!

-🦇

(A/n: Stawppppp you're makin me blushhh🙈 I definitely recommend @kiiwiigii (her kinktober is 🥵 and her fluff fics will literally rot your teeth) and (she doesn't write often, but she has an AMAZING NSFW mini series called Uses of a Secretarial Desk👀:) @alecvolturi)

(A/n: I went with headcanons. I hope that's okay with you!)

(A/n: Also- It's a bit difficult for me to write the kings since I personally don't vibe w/ em, so I hope you like it😭😅)

Word Count: -

Summary: Request above

Warnings: None

Age Rating: None

Volturi Kings x Gothic! GN! Reader

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General:

Firstly, the Volturi are known art lovers so while the Visigoth sacking Rome might be what the word is acquitted to off the top of their heads, they would probably attune it moreso to the gothic art style of the mid 12th - 16th centuries

This being said, gothic makeup is VASTLY different from the painted arches and quatrelobes of the art period

You'll definitely have some explaining to do

You'll have to excuse them. They're not invested in human fads and expressionistic styles

Now on to the individual reactions/thoughts:

Aro:

He definitely finds your style interesting

Not in a judgmental aunt "interesting...😒" but an intrigued interest

He likes to watch you do your makeup, letting out the occasional amused "hm" when you do something unconventional with your look (grey contour, painting your neck black, extreme eyeliner, thin angled brows, etc.)

As for the music?

Doesn't really get it but at the same time does? Idk how to explain my thought process

He basically vibes with the lyrics and meaning but sometimes the instrumentals are hit or miss

He really enjoys the instrumentals that are more spooky/calm to the ones that go harder

Overall, if you're happy, who's he to say anything?

Caius:

Do you want fanon or accurate?😅

Fanon:

He might give you a strange look or cock an eyebrow when you go all out with your look but he silently appreciates how much effort it takes to perfect it

If he doesn't like the song playing, he'll either grab your phone and skip it or just leave the room

Canon:

This man is throwing shade left, right, and center lol

It /is/ all in good fun though

He's a bitch, you knew that from your first meeting

"Are you sure that's how you want to go out today?"

"Interesting attire, dear... *side eye*"

He doesnt hate it, don't get him wrong

He just finds it... odd

Out of all the kings, he's probably the most art geek of them all and is stuck on the name of your style

"Goth? That is not gothic, pet... *cue middle ages art speech*"

Openly criticizes the music

Either bans it from being played around him or loudly complains about it

Marcus:

Is the most vocal about your appearance

Constantly praising how you look that day

He got a second chance at his life partner. He's gonna be damned if he doesn't appreciate everything about you even down to the barely-different-who-is-he-kidding-they're-the-same-as-the-ones-you-already-own shoes that you just bought and are excited about

It's not even him lying either

He GENUINELY loves your look, simoyl for the fact that 1) he has seen you get ready... that takes skill and 2) you clearly enjoy the style and seeing you confident and secure in yourself is enough for him

He can take or leave the music, but he will keep that to himself until he dies (get it? Bc he's immortal?)

[honey-milk-depresso]

19 Reasons (Tim Drake x Reader)

It’s Tim’s birthday in my timezone, so I’m writing my first ever DC Comic post- yes- fiNALLY-

Summary: You said you wished your turning 19 year old Tim “Happy Womb Escape” by presenting a slideshow titled “19 reasons why I love Tim Drake.”

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“Guess what day it is?”

“19 July?” He didn’t even bat an eye, busy typing away on his computer without a care in the world.

“Seriously? Okay stop working,” you closed his laptop and shove it away to a corner, “you literally forget it’s your birthday today?”

He looks at you nonchalantly before crossing his arms with an eyebrow raised. “Well, it’s not that important?”

You gasped in horror, dramatically rolling up to his chest with your hand pressed to your forehead and the other clutching your heart. “ ‘Not important’? My own boyfriend saying his birthday is ‘not important’? Non!”

He rolled his eyes, playfully and lightly shoving you away as he smirked. You grinned.

“I’m going to show you why it’s important with this slideshow!” You placed your own laptop on his lap, the monitor flashing a slideshow titled “19 Reasons Why I Love Tim Drake”.

“Oh god. This is gonna be fun,” he joked.

“Before that, I would just like to say,” you started, clicking to the next slide, “ ‘Happy Womb Escape’ to you, Drake.”

“Wait wha-”

“Now first reason!” You clicked to the next slide, cutting your baffled vigilante as you cleared your throat to perform your lines.

“Number one! He’s Red Robin, Gotham’s best vigilante out there! Ain’t I ever seen another like him!”

“There’s Bruce, Dick, Jason, Cass, Steph, Lu-”

“STOP- THERE IS NO ONE LIKE YOU!” You groaned in frustration, making Tim chuckle. “Yeah but I’m basically just like them.”

“I ain’t see someone who single-handedly took down the Joker? Obeah Man? Got rid of the booty shorts of Robin? That’s a crime, by the way.” You said it in a “matter-of-fact” way. He snorted.

“Secondly! He’s the most hardworking man I know! But also he needs rest so take notes. Third! He’s the biggest, dorkiest dork on earth who loves machines, science, and he googles the most random things on the internet just to give me a fun fact later on out of the blue!”

“Fourth! His hair is fluffy as hell and it makes him very nice to pat on the head! Fifth! He’s a nerd! And that’s cute! Sixth, Tim is the smartest man I’ve ever met. I bet he could find the last digit of Pi in like 2 seconds in his brain. Seventh!”

Tim smiled warmly, soon becoming smug the more you went on with your points. He looked so proud.

“Seventh, is that he’s a bisexual icon! Enough said. Eighth! He lends me his sweaters and they all smell like him which is the nice part.”

“You stole them, you mean?”

“Shhhh, let the presenter speak. Anyways, ninth! Timmy bringing me to a burger joint on our first date and he didn’t judge me for it. I’ll tell you something I didn’t until now: I was pretty scared you judged me but you didn’t. So thank god.”

“I always judge you, Y/N, it’s alright,” Tim smirked. You looked at him with a frown, not amused. “Yeah, okay never mind, I should take this slide down.”

“Hey!” He said, grinning as wide as you were. “Next! Tenth! He watches over me even when he’s on patrol to make sure I’m safe!”

“You… know? I thought I was pretty well hidden…” he blinked in surprise.

“Tim, you may be a detective and that’s exactly the point. It doesn’t take some of your skills to rub off of me,” again, you said it as a matter-of-fact.

“Eleventh! He’s a skater boy, and he’s my ‘Skater Boi’,” Tim once again snorted, much louder upon understanding that pop culture reference.

“Twelfth, he loves watching old, 80s to 90s cheesy movies and geeks out about them all the time while we’re watching! Don’t ever shut up, by the way. Thirteenth! He always fidgets with his fingers and hands when he’s bored subconsciously! That in itself is adorable.”

“Fourteenth! He’s a terrible cook, but he still tries anyways. It’s also adorable~” He rolled his eyes, folding his arms.

“Wow, I feel so loved.”

“Yesh, and I love you very much as well, Timothy Jackson Drake Wayne,” you teased. He scoffed lightly. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Fifteenth! He is the best cross-dresser. That is all. Sixteenth! HE IS THE WORLD’S GREATEST DETECTIVE! Like he found Waldo every 2 seconds, finished 5 books of him in 1 minute,” you said, doing an amateur explosion side effect by saying “kaploosh” with your hands doing the mind-blown action.

“Again, Bruce and everyone else in my family.”

“Again, there is no one like you, Detective Tim. Seventeenth! Best photographer! Also enough said! Love everything you take, sweetie! Eighteenth! He makes using a metal stick look badass!”

“And lastly! Nineteenth! Drum roll please!” You use your knuckles to lightly drum against the wooden floors. “He’s Tim Drake! What’s not to love?” You smiled. It was so contagious that he found himself smiling as stupid and gleefully as you did.

He had always been insecure of his abilities and himself in general, so he was so flustered and gooey on the inside with how genuine you were with each point. Although, his flustered-ness was showing with pink blooming on his cheeks.

“Okay, guess I understand why my birthday’s important now.”

“Glad you understood my report, Mr Drake!” You smiled at him.

“So now I shall say,” you drum-rolled again, quickly tossing your arms around him and lightly pecked his cheek with a grin.

“I love you, Timothy Jackson Drake Wayne.”

He smiled at you lovingly, cupping your cheek as he gently brushed his thumb against it. “And I love you, too, YF/N L/N. Thanks for your birthday gift.”

You laughed sweetly. “The gift is you, technically~”

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Reblogs help! ^^

[fionnaskyborn]

so, in order. left the house where the person who's ruining my life's at. came back home.

decided to stop by the post office. packages are still at the customs, whatever, it's fine, i'm back home so i'm having a grand day. come back home.

arrive to my neighbors saying i got a letter in the mail from america two hours ago. my stickers have arrived in the most a most thoroughly lovingly crafted and signed envelope ever. i open them, geek out, put them somewhere safe. also put my notebook in front of the heater so as to make sure it doesn't absorb moisture from the air.

circa 6:30. ohhh SHIT, oh SHIT, my bowie tapes have been at the post office for six days now, i'd better go pick them up! leave around 6:50, be there around 7, 7:10. "hello, i'm back, minus the luggage. can you check for another package, please?"

they have it.

i pick up the small air packet. i cannot believe it's in my hands, after two whole months of waiting. i store it in my puffer jacket so as to protect it from the rain in addition to the umbrella above me. it's a very precious package.

midway down the road, i get a call for my brother. "[REDACTED] my dearest, how are you?!" "My DEEEAREST [BROTHER]!!!!" we gush at each other for a while because we haven't spoken in so long and texts have been scarce, so as to not get me in trouble.

yesterday he mentioned having good news. i thought it might have to do with the thing that damn near destroyed my life, but nay, i dare not look forward to what i cannot see lies ahead of me. but i still hope a little bit.

i ask him if it's alright to call him when i get back home in 5-10 minutes. he says it's fine, but he'll spoil me on the best of news a little bit.

"It's got [something] to do with Android. (Cue unbeLIEVABLY large gasp from yours truly.) Nothing solved yet, but we're on a very very good path!"

i walk back home at a brisk but stiff pace (because i'm carrying my package just a taaad bit under my forearm, so i'm very stiff and a bit hunched over to prevent it from falling down my jacket), with a fuzzy head, in total disbelief and completely elated.

i enter my home, drop everything, enter my room, call up my brother. (promptly forgetting about the package, which i only notice when it softly lands on my bed from the jacket. check for damage then place it away.) i ask him to tell me about his day first like he had intended, he does. some daily bummers, but talking helps.

he then tells me the news. he, ironically, found the greatest answer at an apple service clinic. oh, the irony here is stellar - i resent iphones and other apple devices, but let's just say they're called "genius bar" for a reason. they knew exactly what me and my brother have been chasing after for months, and suggested two paths - chip-off (risky, but hella reliable if it works), and something called j-tag. brother subsequently found two people who do this - one being a british group who does chip-off but doesn't specialize in encrypted data recovery, the other being a literal counterintelligence group based in australia that does literally everything we could ask them to. currently they just need to check if they have the appropriate software for my exact phone model (a huawei make) and state the price.

i report the good news about all the packages i received today, plus the artbook i ordered. then my brother has to go eat dinner and stop by the convenience store, so we part.

i walk around the kitchen mostly on my toe tips listening to "i wonder" with my eyes closed and my arms spread out as if i'm ascending to heaven. my happy ending. finally at my doorstep. i feel like i'm about to fly up and into the ceiling.

i'm tired. i'm really tired, and it took me an hour to write this, but this is the contender for the best day in my entire life. i still can't believe that.

[helenarlett-rex]

So if you've ever heard of Game X Change before, it is the 2nd biggest retail chain of used video games in the United States. This company is second only to Game Stop. Which I guess isn't hard to do when Game Stop is already a dying company... I happen to work for this company.

I should point out that this company is actually broken up between a couple of different owners. Each owner running a handful of different stores in different sections of the country. The man who runs the store I work at... will not be named... but what I will tell you is that he is a rich frat boy who was born into money, never had to work a day in his life, and then married a literal Saudi Arabian oil princess on top of that. This man doesn't need Game X Change... It's just a pet project because he thought it would be cool to own a chain of game stores. Why he thought that would be cool, I have no idea... Because he knows nothing about gaming... He knows nothing about geek culture as a whole... He knows nothing about ANYTHING any of his stores sell... This is probably why we are a store that depends on trade-ins for all of our stock while still offering the lowest trade-in values in town. On everything except video games, that is... We have an app that makes sure we offer a fraction more than Game Stop on all video game trade-ins... But on literally everything else, the amount we will give you for your stuff is just insulting. Generally speaking, we offer 10% of what we are going to turn around and sell it for. 20% if you will accept in-store credit instead of cash... That's pathetic. If you bring in a Pokemon card worth $100, I'm going to offer you $10 for it... There is literally a card shop right on the other side of town that will pay more than that. If I drive an hour into the city, I can find card shops that will pay as much as 50%.

Our company is so bad at what it does, we are $200,000 in the hole on comic books... We buy comic books for $0.05 and then turn around and resell them for $1.00 each. And somehow we are $200,000 in the hole doing that... I don't even know how you do that... That math doesn't work...

But maybe I should also mention that our owner is a raging cocaine addict who is always coked out of his mind... That could maybe have something to do with it...

Either way, today he came up with a great new plan for the company. He is testing this idea out on a couple of different stores, and mine happens to be one of them. What is this new plan...?

"The company isn't making enough money to keep up with my growing habit. Stop buying and selling DVDs."

Oh... but... DVDs make up half of our sales... Half of our customers only come in here because we are the only place in town where you can even get DVDs... If we stop selling them, we are going to lose half of our customer base... And I mean... we're doing really well on DVDs. We buy them for $0.15 each and then resell them for $4.99 each. We're making money...

"We're going to make it up in a different area. I want everyone to focus on used collectables instead. Like, action figures and shit."

Oh... but... we don't even pay value on those... We have a flat rate trade-in value based on size... It doesn't matter if a figure is worth $500 or nothing at all, if it's six inches tall we are paying $1.50 for it no matter what... People won't sell to us at those prices... Literally everyone who comes in with that sort of thing refuses to sell to us when they hear what we are offering... Most of them get mad at us for wasting their time and insulting them with those low offers... You are taking away our best product and telling us to focus on selling the one product we can't get...

"If this doesn't work, it's the staff's fault for not working hard enough. I'm strongly implying that all managers should fire their staff if sales don't improve under these new instructions."

And so, yeah... That was my day today... I really didn't want to have to start looking for a new job again, but like, this place is going to go out of business at this rate...

[actuallylorelaigilmore]

Tagged by: Fave of faves @bethanyactually--and usually I save every post I'm tagged in to (at least theoretically) do later, but since I actually have returned to watching and listening to things lately, I'm gonna do this one right now.

Last song: Like You Do by Josh Ramsay. And Christian Kane's cover of Fast Car, both of which were recced to me by Leander, who knew I should hear them. But also, while I haven't listened to any of it since Tuesday, I woke up with the Daisy Jones and The Six soundtrack playing in my head...just like it has been ever since I originally started watching the series. Today it's mostly been The River featuring Simone, Regret Me, and More Fun To Miss. I know enough of the lyrics now for the soundtrack to be my constant mental radio as I go about my day.

Currently watching: Nancy Drew S2 (I'm 4 episodes in and enjoying it a lot), Schmigadoon S2 (I've seen half of it and it's still fantastic and I'm bummed I only have 3 episodes to go) and today I'm about to start my Good Omens rewatch so I can head into the new season full of S1 feels. Because my best friend is literally the best, I'm also partly through a DJATS rewatch with Leander seeing it for the first time--making that my favorite thing I am watching right now.

Currently reading: Nightwork by Nora Roberts (I'm about halfway through it and have been borrowing it from @actuallylukedanes forever and I feel very bad about that! I will finish it! I'm also partly through How to Raise an Antiracist by Ibram X. Kendi, also on loan from Leander. And before that, I was (and remain) partway through literally 20 other ebooks of all kinds--most recently Zero Fail: The Rise and Fall of the Secret Service by Carol Leonnig. There's a ton of great nonfiction that I already have on my tablet and know I'll enjoy cuz I'm that kind of geek...I just rarely read anymore because reading time is time I'm not spending with my millions of other hobbies.

Current obsession: As referenced above, Daisy Jones and The Six, which I am so so happy Leander is watching with me--both helping me get it out of my system a little and letting me indulge even more in my love of it. After we watched it on Wednesday, I was able to listen to something that wasn't the soundtrack for the first time, so I just may be able to dial this obsession down to manageable levels at some point. But GUYS IT'S SO GOOD. I want to gif it as soon as I get back to Photoshop and I kind of want to read the book, when I didn't before. I just want to burrow into the world and live there, and I haven't felt that way in quite a while, about anything. (It's made it harder to engage with other things, which is why I originally was going to add Ted Lasso's completed final season to my week along with Nancy Drew and Schmigadoon, but ended up not doing so because my head and heart are full of DJATS right now. But I missed this feeling, too, so I'm happy to be in love again.)

No-pressure tagging: @actuallylukedanes, @jicklet, @jakeperalta, @beturass, @hondagirll, @mythologicalmango, @dollsome-does-tumblr, @anextrapart, @sentichefuoripiove, @robbiedaymonds and anybody else who wants to do this.

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Popular Ashton Masterlist

17 Again (ao3) - carolinagirl178, Pink_Strawberries michael/calum, luke/ashton G, 12k

Summary: "So, you're telling me, that you're a 28 year old man, who made a wish yesterday to be 17 again, and then today you woke up, and you were, um...17? Again?" Luke asks incredulously.

Michael nods his head.

"Yeah. Weird, right?"

-

Or when high school drop out Michael Clifford is given a cake with 28 candles by his 2 best friends and told to make a wish, he wishes for a second chance, which is exactly what he gets.

Dear Blue Eyes (ao3) - snickerz luke/ashton G, 5k

Summary: Geek and bullied Luke Hemmings meets popular jock son of the headteacher Ashton Irwin, Luke falls hard for Ashton who's friends constantly beat him up, Ashton and Luke become friends and start texting however Luke never tells Ashton, one day Luke starts to recieve Love notes from an anonymous person and all is revealed so read:]

I'll See You With Your Laughter Lines (ao3) - CliffordAffliction calum/ashton M, 11k

Summary: Snippets of Calum and Ashton's life together through Ashton's eyes

I 'love' You (ao3) - Instagram luke/ashton N/R, 1k

Summary: Luke still can't believe that Ashton - popular, loved by all Ashton Irwin - choose himself - dorky, quiet Luke Hemming's - to go and stalk All Time Low with him.

Or, Luke and Ashton are on the road, following All Time Low across America, and are kind of in love.

I turned my good side in (ao3) - CliffordAffliction calum/ashton E, 3k

Summary: Calum's dreams come true when Ashton fucks him at a party

Pizza and videogames (ao3) - HollywoodUndeadRammstein michael/ashton N/R, 1k

Summary: Michael is the school’s punk. Everyone who knows him, which is basically the whole school, knows he’s into girls but doesn’t mind boys either. Even though almost the whole school knows him: he has only two friends: Luke and Calum. Michael can’t help it but to fall helplessly in love with Ashton Irwin, the popular guy at school. He’s friends with everyone who wants to be friends with him but somehow he’s a mystery to everyone: no one knows anything about him and he’s never seen with a girl before.

Even though Ashton likes and befriends everyone: he’s never spoken with Michael and his friends. And although it doesn’t seem like it’s going to change soon, you never know what’s going to happen.

Starting Over (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton M, 15k

Summary: Luke Hemmings is the new kid at school. Shy, self conscious and nervous, he (literally) bumps into Ashton Irwin, the most popular kid at school. It's time for starting over.

Suit's, Ties and Everything in between (ao3) - snickerz luke/ashton N/R, 7k

Summary: Luke Hemmings the school's outcast get's paired with Ashton Irwin the school's 'heart throb' for the Prom.

"And that's the day I fell in love with Luke Hemmings"

teenage televised taping of love (ao3) - fffearless luke/ashton T, 10k

Summary: It’s dumb for Luke to get excited that Ashton would say something like that to him when he’s about a million percent sure he’s only into girls and this means nothing for his hopeless crush but he can’t help the surge of butterflies tickling his stomach with the flap of their wings.

(Or the one where Luke likes Ashton then lots of things happen then he hates him then he likes him again anyway)

The Bet (wattpad) - ashtonfortherwin luke/ashton

Summary: Luke Hemmings has been an outcast every since he came out. Ashton Irwin is the star soccer player who moonlights as Luke's bully and personal tormentor. When Ashton's failing grades force them together, will they form a friendship that can't be broken, or is everything Luke's ever hoped for built on lies?

there for you - @sup3rbloom​ (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 3k

Summary: Luke has been transferred to countless high schools due to the constant bullying. Finally, Luke lands in a high school where he gets to be with Ashton. He thinks it will be better for him, but he underestimated how popular Ashton really is.

[eldritchsurveys]

1294.

When did you last drink coffee? >> A few days ago.

When did you last cry? And why, if you feel like sharing. >> I don't remember exactly when it was, but if I recall correctly the reason was just emotional processing/release. What was the last beach you visited and when? >> Whatever the name of that beach was on Lake Michigan a few years ago.

What book do you plan to read next? >> I started Fulgrim earlier today but I then realised I don't care about the War part of Warhammer and there's probably going to be a lot of that shit in the Primarch books. I will probably still read it but I will be skimming or outright skipping battle scenes. What fictional character/s remind you of yourself? >> The fictional characters that are also me.

What's in your fridge right now? List as many things as you can think of. >> I'm not doing that.

If you could have any artist, living or dead, paint your portrait, who would it be? . Do you smell anything in particular right now? >> I do not.

Do you make enough money to live comfortably? [can be in combination with a spouse] >> We are a single-income household with two people. They definitely do not make enough money for us to live comfortably, seeing as most working-class people can barely support themselves on the incomes offered in this country, let alone a non-working spouse. (Which is wild, considering that expecting both people in a household to earn an income is a pretty recent invention.) What is one thing you like about your appearance? Don’t say nothing! >> My skin colour.

What would you like to tell your father? .

What would you like to tell your mother? .

Whose was the last wedding you went to? >> Eleven's, way back when.

What is your greatest fear? .

What is a chronic health issue you deal with, even if it’s minor? .

What was your college major? If applicable. . What new place have you been to recently? >> Scorpion Hearts cafe and Apartment Lounge, on the same day in fact.

What are you a geek about? . What is something you have no patience for? >> Poorly-optimised video games. It doesn't matter how pretty a game is if it barely runs.

What celebrity would you want to go out for a meal/drinks with? .

Are you happy with your weight? >> I have no issue with my weight, I have issue with how it's distributed.

When did you last hold a baby, if ever? Whose? >> Uh... five years ago? IDK. It was Sparrow's sister's child.

How many cats do you have? >> I live with one.

How many dogs do you have? .

How many other pets do you have? .

How old were you when you got your driver’s license? .

What year did you graduate high school? >> 2004.

What is the first number of your zip code? >> 4. How many of your grandparents are still alive? .

What is your favorite number? >> 9 and 19.

How many kids do you want? .

How many apartments have you lived in? >> Several.

What age do people say you look? >> I don't know, but a few months ago someone asked me if I was in high school, so. I think people just do not know how to determine general age ranges properly, or don't look at people's faces well, because I know damn well I do not look like a teenager. It's literally not possible.

Do you feel like your family accepts you for who you are? .

Do you feel like your friends accept you for who you are? .

Who is the best doctor you’ve ever had? .

Have you ever been flipped off by a random stranger? >> Probably.

Do you have a lot of people blocked on Facebook? >> I don't think I have anyone blocked on Facebook. I never had a reason to.

Do you consider yourself spiritual? >> Sure, why not. Do you consider yourself religious? >> Sure, why not.

Are you afraid of spiders? >> Quite the opposite.

Are you afraid of snakes? >> Also quite the opposite.

Does everyone in your family know your sexual orientation? .

What is one thing you find offensive? .

Do you often post about politics on social media? >> I never post about politics on social media. Would you ever want to go back to school? >> I really don't think I'm suited for that.

What are three things you are naturally good at? >> Focusing on one thing at a time, organising things (like items, not like events), knowing what I want. What are three things you are NOT naturally good at? >> Recognising voices (like voice actors), maintaining interpersonal relationships, crafts.

Is your dream to get married and have kids? >> It really is not. I mean, I'm married, but it's a very non-traditional arrangement.

Where do you hang your towel to dry after showering? >> On the hook on the bathroom door.

If you were the opposite sex, how would you style your hair? >> I fail to see how my sex would dictate my hairstyle. You can try to explain it all you like and I still won't comprehend it.

Last person you hugged? >> A woman at Apartment Lounge.

How is the weather right now? >> Cloudy and chilly.

Are you missing someone? . What is the wallpaper on your cell phone? >> The lock screen is some virtual photography of Wyll in Baldur's Gate 3 and the home screen is someone's artistic rendering of Zenos from FFXIV.

What do you have handy at your bedside? >> There's a bunch of stuff on my nightstand considering I operate from my bed for like 90% of the day.

What is your dad's middle name? .

What is your mom's middle name? .

First thing you'll save in a fire? >> My laptop, probably. Oh, and I also have a folder with important documents in it that's within easy reach in a hurry. Replacing documents is such a fucking nightmare.

[thempowermentproject]

a letter to the Dead

You are an amazing man. You are the best big brother a girl could ask for, you helped raise me, you made me who I am today, you are my Big Brad, my brother-dad. I wish you did not have to go when you did, I thought we had a long time left. I know you are somewhere safe and happy but, does you realize what this did to all of us? You are too young to go! Too amazing to not have, and too great to forget. 

Remember when we went to the city for a sister-brother ‘date’? We went to a comic book store, we went to Target and finished our night off with Olive Garden. You introduced me to the group ‘Yellowcard’ remember how great the lyrics to their Ocean Avenue songs were? We were so happy as we just listened to music and geeked out over comic books, I remember the sound of the way we talked and sang our songs, I remember the excitement of us going to your favorite ice cream place that night. I remember everything about you and how you have impacted my life. I’ll never forget the precious memories of our time together. To say you are a special man is an understatement, you are an amazingly special and awesome man. 

To wish you were still here is pretty obvious but I’m happy that you are somewhere with our mom and your dad. I don’t understand why you had to leave us, and I probably never will, but I know that it is not time to worry. It isn’t time to worry because I have no doubt that you’re safe, you’re protected, but most of all, you’re happy and not in pain. To wish you were still here is what everyone wants when someone they love dies but I’m glad you’re finally at peace, you’re safe. It’ll hurt, and it’ll be hard but I’m happy you’re free now. 

You are... were, the strongest man I know. From everything you've been through, you've never given up, I wish I had that much strength. Do I wish I have gotten a chance to say goodbye? Obviously. But it was your time, and there’s nothing I can do but say, “I love you,” because I’m sure you see us right now, you’ll always be here. I was dreading this upcoming week because it would have been my first birthday without my mom and now it’s my first one without the both of them. I thought that I wouldn’t survive Tuesday but I think I will be fine, I am worrying over nothing. I’ve got people who love me and is going to make my day amazing. 

You never truly do know what you have until it’s gone. I have no clue who said that but whoever did is correct. You don’t understand the meaning behind peoples words until they’re gone. There are songs out there and poems or quotes or literally anything that you read or listen to one day and don’t think a thing of it but the next, you understand exactly what the writer thinking and feeling. I believe this is because you don’t know the meaning behind peoples words until you’ve lived through the same experiences. 

I wish you, and mom both, would be there for my 16th birthday, for my graduation, for my wedding day, (you were going to walk me down the aisle for God sake!), when mom passed I was at least hoping all of my siblings would be there for everything. But even if you're gone you aren't truly gone, neither is our momma. I don’t think I’ll ever not wish you weren’t here but to know that you are somewhere in a safe, and peaceful place. Somewhere you can finally call home. Thank you for everything, and thank you for the moments, the ones that made me- me, and the ones that made us- us. I love you and I always will. Rest easy my amazing brother, and I can’t wait until I can see you again, but until then, I love you.

[southern-fried-simpin]

Gotham Boys Celebrating Their S/O’s Birthday

A/N: Lol sup y’all it was my birthday when I started this so here’s self indulgent as a gift to myself and to all y’all in this fandom who’s celebrating their birthday 🥳🥳🥳

Warnings: Birthday, Jerome, Fluff, a few nsfw things here and there,

Jerome Valeska

He’s going to wake you up with fanfare, just be warned.

Like he literally came in to your room with a huge trumpet and a crown and sash because “Today’s you’re day, you’re the Birthday Queen/King!”

Gifts, SO MANY GIFTS

Big ass cake 🎂

He tried to find a place that would make one he could jump out of but decided against it in the end

Y’all are going to the carnival since there are plenty of fun things to do there

Will sabotage the Ferris wheel so you guys will be at the very top snuggling each other in your seats for a bit

…And can see the giant heart made of fireworks that just shot out of the center of the city 🥲

Once y’all are home, be prepared because you are in for some wonderful birthday sex and birthday spankings 😉

Harvey Bullock

He has your birthday marked on his calendar for weeks!

Now, Harvey isn’t the most romantic man to have as an s/o but today?

Today he is going to spoil you rotten

First of all, my boi took the day off because he’s determined to spend the day with you

Second, he’s going to wake you up with birthday head (as long as he knows you’d be okay with it of course)

Then he’s making you breakfast and surprisingly, Harvey can cook pretty well

The rest of the day he leaves up to you, you are free to do whatever you want and he will accompany you with no questions or attitude or snark

However he has a wonderful night planned for you

Y’all are going to an expensive ass restaurant and dancing afterwards

He’s gotten you some beautiful jewelry to go with your outfit for such an occasion too

When you guys get home, it’s a toss up between just crashing or sex and then crashing, depending on if you guys are tired or not

Either way, he’s happy as long as you’re happy

Jonathan Crane

He got up before you specifically to make you a nice little breakfast with some coffee and tea, so you have the option to pick which one you want 🥺

And while Jonathan is usually a homebody, he has decided to take you out to have fun

You’re going to see that new movie you’ve been excited about and he will buy, yes buy, not steal, any drinks and snacks you want !

Even if they cost an ungodly amount money, good God and the GCPD calls him a criminal

After that, you guys go home while talking about said movie and proceed to cuddle on the couch

Takeout is ordered for dinner when you both realize you completely forgot to get anything out to cook 😀

Then comes a cake he made for you, as well as your gift: a sketch he made of the both of you together, kissing at the beach.

“Did you really have fun today?” “Of course, Jonny, this was one of the best birthdays I’ve ever had.” “And you really like your gift?” “Yes, in fact, I like it so much that I think you deserve a gift when we get to bed~”

BLUSHES SUPER HARD BUT IS ALSO PROUD OF HIMSELF AND SO GLAD YOU HAD A GOOD DAY

Edward Nygma

You wake up and there’s a cupcake that has a riddle written in icing on your nightstand 💚

Without going into detail because I don’t think I could come up with a good riddle, the answer to said riddle was to come to the kitchen

You’re adorable little forensics nerd and master chef has made you what might be the fanciest and most indulgent breakfast you have ever seen in your life ✨

After breakfast, he tells you, politely of course, to get dressed so you can both begin all the cool things he has planned for you

First stop: a super cool escape room, but don’t fret, y/n, he is here to help and protect you if you get scared 😌

Next: a trip the science museum so you can both thoroughly geek out over your favorite exhibits

After y’all get home, it’s time for a science fiction and/or horror movie marathon

Will snuggle you while telling you little facts about the movies

Sings you “Happy Birthday“ as you’re both going to sleep that night 🥺

Alfred Pennyworth

He has been racking his brain for weeks trying to find something perfect to do for your birthday

He figured the best thing was a quiet little weekend getaway for the two of you while he has someone check in on Bruce since he argued that he was “Too old for a babysitter, Alfred!”

It’s at a nice little cabin upstate, isolated and quiet, but in the good way

Lots of cuddles by the fireplace with tea, of course

A little bit of hiking and some swimming in the lake that is overlooked by the cabin

Stargazing 🔭

Scary stories by a campfire while you guys make s’mores 🥺

And of course, some bomb ass cooking, that absolutely includes a special cake just for you 🎂

All in all, while some would probably be disappointed in a quiet weekend with their boyfriend, you love it and you couldn’t have asked for more ❤️

Bruce Wayne

Oh gosh, he has so many ideas!

He thought something really cool would be a party at Wayne manor for you and all your other friends!

However, Alfred told him that’s probably a bit excessive…and strange to have a birthday party at a friends house.

So instead, he surprises you with that new video game you’ve been talking about non stop recently

You love it so much!

In return, you invite Bruce for a sleepover at your place

Your home isn’t nearly as luxurious as his but it’s still nice and he has tons of fun, and even forgets about his investigation for a bit

Much like Alfred, there will be scary stories, granted it’ll be with a flashlight in a blanket fort but still just as spooky

Sneaking to the kitchen to get snacks for a movie 🍿

Around 1am you’re both passed out in the living room

You had a really fun birthday sleepover with Bruce 🥳

[gay-little-bitch]

Personal Lies pt2

Pt1 pt3 pt4 Pt5

Eddies pov:

Gareth barges into the room, waking Eddie up from his deep sleep. "Holy fuck Gare Bear! Do you fucking knock?! What if I was tryna jerk off?!" Gareth walks over and pushes Eddie to the other side of the bed. "Well, you weren't..."

"Get to the fucking point Gareth I wanna go back to sleep. This is my only day off from everything while I'm here." Eddie knows he has bags under his eyes (He hasn't slept more than 8 hours this week.) That fact seemed to make Gareth get to the point. "I talked to Robin today."

Eddie sits up from his original position. "Wait. Robin? Like Robin Buckley? The band geek that Harrington is dating for some weird reason? Not gonna lie I always thought she liked girls..." Gareth's hand slaps over Eddie's mouth. "Please shut the fuck up. Yes, Robin Buck- Ew! DID YOU JUST LICK MY HAND?!" He wipes his hand on Eddie.

"She's definitely not dating Steve... and never will. When I asked her she said 'Platonic with a capital P' so I'm like 100% sure they are just friends." Even though he was just told that they were just friends Eddie can't seem to get over the fact that he's seen Steve's high school Instagram multiple times and he's always with Buckley. They are always either holding hands, on each other's lap, or standing/sitting so close leaving zero space in between them.

"I don't believe you but go on... why did you guys meet up?" Gareth starts to pick at the blanket next to him. "We just... um talked. I told her about our band and she told me about hers. It was fun..."

"You definitely didn't just talk about that because you wouldn't have woken me up so you could tell me about a girl I used to know."

"Well I mean we also talked about Steve and his band... that Robin is also in. He just came out with a new album."

"Gare bear I swear to god if you don't fucking tell me the name of his band I will curb stomp you."

"Um...no. I will not tell you his band name. That is highly confidential."

"Why is it 'Highly Confidential'? It really can't be that big of a secret. Unless... YOU'RE PLANNING SOMETHING!"

"What?! No, I'm not... im simply just hanging out with a friend!"

"I still don't believe you but I'm tired so I won't ask any more questions. Thank you for this unimportant conversation and kindly fuck off."

Gareth gets up from the bed and leaves the room with a dirty look on his face. Eddie grabs his phone and starts searching. He goes to Instagram and looks up 'Steve Harrington' From the looks of it Steve doesn't have a public Instagram so he goes to the next best thing... Tiktok. Specifically Tiktok edits.

His screen is flooded with pictures of Steve's face. He looks worn out but still has one of the most beautiful faces Eddie has ever seen. After about 3 hours of scrolling through TikTok about Steve, he comes across a few tagged #steveharrington but are all about a mystery boy and not about Steve so he scrolls past those.

Eddie gets out of bed, past the kitchen, down the hall, and into Gareth's room. "He's so hot! How did he get hotter?! Why do I have to be hurt by this Gare Bear?!" Gareth giggles. "Are you talking about Steve?" Eddie throws his hands up in the air out of frustration. "Of fucking course I'm talking about Steve!"

"Go ahead. Tell me what's so great about him. Tell me why you're obsessed with his perky little ass and his luscious fluffy hair." Eddie looks at Gareth, confused. "Are you sure you don't wanna fuck him?" His friend lets out a loud laugh. "I'm 100% sure man. All yours."

Eddie sits on the floor and continues, he gets so caught up in the moment that he doesn't notice that Gareth took out his phone and started live streaming. "I just don't understand! How can a human be so fucking perfect? He has the best jawline and the most perfect ass! I literally can't cope with not being able to see him every day anymore! He was the only reason I went to that shit hole for 3 extra years!"

"Wasnt that because you failed?"

"Not the fucking point Gareth! Anyways... I just fucking wish that I could see him again! He's probably not even gay! I mean yeah he seems a little fruity but he used to fucking hate me so why would that change?! Why does he have to be so fucking hot man?! I wanna fucking die! Ugh!!!!"

Gareth's pov:

The comments are on the stream are filled with people saying things like 'Oh my god! Is he okay?' 'lol is Eddie being gay again?' and 'who is he moping about?' Eddie is still on the floor rambling about his search to find anything about Steve but he still didn't find anything about the songs. Lucky for Gareth all Eddie wanted to see was Steve's face so he skipped past all the 'boring' ones.

"Eddie. He's just a guy. You're acting like a fan girl who just found a video of their celebrity crush doing the hottest thing imaginable." Eddie stands up and flails his arms around. "He is existing and somehow it's hot! Don't fucking judge me! I know I'm a slut!!! No need to remind me!" Gareth pushes back the urge to roll his eyes. "I have literally known him since high school and I didn't make a move then so why would I do it no- GARETH! GET OFF YOUR PHONE IM TALKING TO YOU!"

Gareth turns the camera around so it points toward him. "See guys? That's why you don't go researching your high school crush who you're still in love with. Lesson of the day." Eddie stands in front of Gareth with his mouth open so wide in shock. "You little bitch! Were you recording me?!" Gareth waves his goodbye to the camera. "Close your mouth. You're gonna catch a fly. Also, yes I was recording you because you were acting like a teenage girl and it was funny. Now maybe Steve will notice you."

Eddie goes towards the door to leave but before he does he speaks up again. "Thanks for embarrassing me you little fuck. I hope it was worth it. I really hope you're right about him noticing me though. I'm so fucking lonely man." Right as Eddie leaves Gareth gets a text from Robin.

"Just saw your live, let's hope this works. I'll talk to Steve. Hopefully, we don't fuck this up."

Notes: Sorry for the long wait <333 I'm gonna try to update every Wednesday (i'm a little late but who cares ) I really hope you like this chapter :)) I always rlly hate my writing so idek if this is good or not so just tell me how you feel about it. If you have a request for the story just comment and I will look at all of them and tag you if I use them. I will also tag you if you ask so just comment if you wanna be tagged <3333

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[elizmanderson]

one more sleep 'til publication day

(the muppet christmas carol (1992) is my favorite christmas movie and one of my favorite movies and I make this reference literally every time there's only one more sleep 'til anything ever)

after a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day yesterday involving a dead phone and a dying car, today I woke up to some lovely reviews from folks involved with the Remarkable Retirement blog tour, like this review from Just Geeking By (which comes along with an interview).

two days ago, we started a StoryGraph giveaway. The StoryGraph is a Black-woman-owned alternative to GoodReads (which is owned by Amazon), based in the UK. from an author perspective, they've been awesome to work with: responsive to questions, quick to update book information, and frequently helpful in unexpected ways. like, this graphic for the giveaway came from them - all I had to do was add my cover! which, with release day tomorrow, is so helpful, because it cuts down on how much time I have to spend prepping marketing materials for social media posts.

you can join The StoryGraph here, and enter the giveaway here. we're giving away three (3) hardcovers. the giveaway runs through May 18 and is open internationally (except to countries not accepting post from the U.S.).

some folks preorders have started coming in - mostly from Amazon, which has been getting the print version out for the last two days. not sure why it's been going out early, but I love seeing pictures of Edna in the wild, like this one from a friend.

because I am an ADHD trash possum, I spent most of today doing last-minute preparations for tomorrow's in-person launch party at Gathering Volumes in Perrysburg, Ohio. I still need to print out bingo cards (sorry, Edna), but I have lil prize bags ready to go for bingo winners, along with bookmarks and stickers for everyone. I...kind of have no idea how many people to expect, it could be as few as 10 or as many as 30 or more than that, but I simply do not know. so I'm bringing some cake and a deli tray and hoping for the best lol. at least I know some friends are for sure coming, so it won't be a case of "author has launch event, author is alone except for bookstore employees who were scheduled to work that day."

(if anyone's in the general vicinity of Northwest Ohio, the bookstore's event page is here. launch is 6:30-8:00p.m. EST on April 21!)

(for everyone not in the general vicinity of Northwest Ohio, I have some virtual events coming up as well. virtual events - as well as buy links - are on my linktree!)

[knickynoo]

hello, and happy back to the future day! :D

if you'd like to talk about it, i'd be curious to know what bttf means to you/why you love it (if you haven't had a similar ask before, of course)!

Happy BTTF day! (I somehow managed to forget that was today until I saw the posts going around).

I don't think I've ever gotten an ask like this before. It's a good one!

Back to the Future is my all time favorite movie. (Duh.) I was introduced to it by my mother when I was around 10, and it had. A GRIP on me. So much so, that I sometimes have wondered if my mom ever regretted exposing me to it. But I'd just never seen a movie like that before. It was one of my first "grown-up" movies, and I remember thinking I was so cool for knowing about it. I'm sure a lot of the themes and details of it flew over my head, but there was also a lot that I really loved about it. The adventure, the suspense, the music, etc. I had a massive crush on Michael J. Fox, which might have also been a big reason why those movies were on repeat so often when I was a kid. I still have my childhood diaries where I wrote about him in the way only a 10 year old girl with a big crush could. My mom lovingly tolerated this phase, going so far as to get me a special autographed photo of him that hung on the wall of our family room for many years. (It's now in my room with my other collectibles)

I think I've mentioned this before, but one of my best friends at the time was ALSO going through his BTTF phase, so we ultimately only served to fuel each other's interest in it. We used to sit together on my front steps and listen to the soundtrack and talk about the movies. It was great. Just two kids, being geeks.

Eventually, I kind of moved on from the movies, and there was actually a long stretch of time where I didn't watch them for years. I got back into them during those initial few months after Covid hit and there were the strict lockdowns. Being home so much, I was watching a lot of TV, caught the first movie, and went oh. OH. Now I remember why I loved these movies. It wasn't long before I decided to make a tumblr to get all of my thoughts out of my head.

A lot of my reasons for liking the films now are the same as when I was little, but I can really appreciate the heart of them now. And I think that's what I like most about the trilogy. The heart, the love, the message that you can do good and help others and love the people in your life to the point of being willing to sacrifice yourself for them.

And the movies have an extra special connection for me because my best friend and I literally have the Doc/Marty dynamic. She's several decades older than me, has mentored me for years, considers me part of her family, is delightfully eccentric, and has a pet named after a scientist. This is--surprisingly--something I hadn't consciously thought about/realized until a few months back when pondering why I felt so strongly about Doc and Marty's friendship. But it's part of why I talk about them a lot I think, and why I consider intergenerational friendships to be a beneficial thing. I know what it's like to have a Doc in my life. I've got that wise, older friend I can go to for advice and just walk through the front door of her house because I've got the key. As far as I know, she isn't currently working on any time travel experiments, but if she called me up and told me to meet her at the mall parking lot, I'd be like, "Sure, I'm down." So like. I get it.

Anyway, this has been a long enough reply. But I think it explains how I ended up here, running a BTTF blog. Thanks for the ask!