#midnight show i feel like you've been with us only for a week or so but you've already posted SO MANY great things

[urlocallesbiab]

this is such a beautiful meta 😭😭

todd's act of care is both so deliberate, determined, involiable, and also almost adsent-minded & nonchalant in how easy it comes to him — it's meaningful, but meaning is not alluded to, just dissolved in the air — todd's a natural carer, so it's really just obvious for him, and he's stubborn about things like that. dirk's hurt, so he should be taken care of, end of conversation. what to dirk is a revelation, to todd is a mundane truth, a muscle memory. (what dirk needs like air, to todd comes as easy as breathing; vice versa as well, perfectly mirrored. that's the mark of true soulmates.)

and yanno we talk a lot about how dirk's unquestionable, unconditional acceptance rocked todd's world – he looked at that man, dirty and ragged and guilty and full of bullshit, and said "well, i don't care. i still want to be your friend". todd's built for himself this empire of suffering and retribution, and dirk said "you really don't have to. you deserve better." we all know that.

but todd did it for dirk first! dirk's life has always been crazy whims and unlikely coincidences and random turns of the stream, but todd had said "can't you just walk away? take control of your life?"; dirk's always been hurt no matter where he went and what he did, but todd went "it's not okay that you're hurt. you shouldn't be hurt. i won't stand for it".

and both acts are especially similar in the fact that from a practical, physical standpoint, they didn’t quite amount to anything. todd's insistence that dirk should disregard the universe didn't stop him from being the universe's angel, didn't pull him out of the loop, todd's total unnaceptance of his pain as normal didn't stop further pain from happening; dirk's forgiveness and understanding didn't save todd from the material consequences of his own actions, didn't prevent his sister from being hurt and betrayed and angry, didn't un-fuck his entire life up.

but sometimes it just matters a lot to have a person by your side look at all the hurt in your life and say "this shouldn't be happening. this is wrong. i want better things for you." even when they don't have the power to fix everything. that's what love is, and it's important.

Why did they have to be pink?

[onmyyan]

So I'm imagining a bit of a silly concept, but imagine delivery driver!reader with yanderes Dick and Jason. Like they'll keep ordering from the place reader works in hopes that reader will show up (and she will - your boss got fed up with all the 1 star reviews when anyone other than you shows up) but they act like creeps trying to get you to join in on their movie night or whatever. They totally don't realize they're being creeps, though - this is their darling! They would never scare her! But like reader gets fed up with them "propositioning" her so she has her boss put them on the do not deliver list. The boys are surprised (they knew her boss was sending all those other drivers on purpose! 🙄), but it's nothing a call to Barbara can't fix (she wants to be an Auntie ASAP - platonic yan Barbara, perhaps?)

It starts with a simple delivery to Wayne Manor, one insignificant package set their sights on you, but could you blame them? That smile when you handed Dick the package, the pretty laugh you let out when Jason said something witty, it wasn't their fault you enamored them with a single meeting, and it didn't help when you delivered their second package, about a week after the first, and remember their names, the audacity to do such a thing and not expect them to fall in love.

Anytime someone other than you shows up they're met with the coldest glares, Dick is short with them, no banter no charm, Jason straight up doesn't speak to anyone that isn't you.

They don't start to get creepy until about week three, that's how long their resolve lasts before Dick is inviting you in for a drink, you must be hot in that uniform of yours, why don't you come inside? It's cool in the manor and he's sure your boss wouldn't miss you for a few minutes.

Jason, to his credit, really does try to be casual about his interest, of course it's anything but casual, he pretends to be working on his bike when you come to get his signature, purposely showing off as he takes his time signing, intense blue eyes staring at you with an intensity that made you sweat. He says a pretty girl like you shouldn't have to work so hard, that you should have someone to take care of you, you grit your teeth biting out a smile as you snatch the tablet back as soon as he finishes signing.

It isn't until your latest delivery do you put them on the do not deliver list, as usual they were together when you rang the doorbell, Dick smiles so brightly at you, you'd think you were delivering the stars in a neatly wrapped box. "Hey (y/n)!" He greets you like a long time friend instead of someone you'd only spoken to a handful of times, "You mind bringing that inside?" He asks the question and despite its oddity, you comply bringing the package inside.

Jason closes the door behind you, causing you to jump, when the hell did he get here?

"Good to see you bunny." He was always calling you pet names, far too intimate for your liking, he smirks before taking the box from your hands, his fingers purposely brushing against yours. "You're like a little messenger fairy."

You choose to ignore him, turning to Dick, you hold out the tablet for him to sign. "We'll get to that in a minute- why don't you sit down for a sec?" He sits on the couch patting the spot beside him. "I gotta get back to my route-"

"it's midnight, you guys stop delivering after midnight right?" Jason speaks up causing you to look at him, he looks way too satisfied with himself, catching you in a lie. Feeling trapped you sit on the couch reluctantly. "What's up?" You ask looking between the two, Jason remains standing his beefy arms crossed across his chest. God he made you uneasy.

"we've noticed how hard you've been working lately and since we're friends-" you don't hide the confusion on your face at the proclamation, "-We figured you could use a break." Dick spoke almost as if he was nervous. "Come on bunny, take a load off." Jason finally sat down sandwiching you between the two.

"or- and hear me out on this one, you sign for your package and I leave?" They share a look before Dick is almost sadly signing the tablet. "Well if you ever wanna just chill or something-"

You don't hesitate you leap off the couch and run out the door, heart slamming so hard in your chest you felt the rumble in your throat.

You thought you'd be done with them after putting their names on your company's do not deliver list, and for about a week you are, until they realize what's going on and collectively lose their minds.

Barbara couldn't stand seeing two of her closest friends so down, so unlike themselves, once they explain the situation to her she's quick to act, understanding their... particular intensity when it came to love, and clearly you'd stolen their hearts, she couldn't stand to see them so upset so she quickly devizes a plan to get you back where you belong.

All it takes is hacking into your company's files to find your route and schedule, it's like child's play to her to set up the meeting, she ordered a shit ton of stuff all for you unbeknownst to you of course, all items you'd need for your upcoming vacation, Bruce had a few private islands for situations just like this one, and it be the perfect place for Dick and Jason to break you in. By the time you left the little slice of paradise, you'd be a perfect little darling.

With a smile too pretty for her deeds, she presses confirm on the order and sends a text to the guys.

"Your Darling is approaching with your order."

[shdysders]

bruises

pairing: tara carpenter & female reader

summary: in which you've been ignoring tara, and she can't figure out why.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: mentions of abuse, violence & bruises.

Tara knew something was wrong the second you didn't answer her text she sent before she entered first period. You always answered.

You didn't share any classes except one that was held once a week, so she barely had time to search you up in between the periods. In fact, she wasn't sure you had shown up to school at all.

Mindy had told her she had seen a glimpse of you during lunch, but nothing more than that.

Tara had excepted for everything to go back to normal when late evening arrived, but that was not the case.

She had been laying sprawled out on her bed for hours, ever since she had eaten dinner with Sam. Waiting for you to come knocking on her window, like you did every night.

You and Tara had agreed for you to sneak in through the window any time you visited, which was mainly because Sam would freak out if she knew Tara was seeing someone she hadn't met properly. But she had to keep you away from her older sister, Sam would scare you away.

You would pass by her window almost every night, and when you couldn't make it, you would text Tara and tell her that you were unable to come. But you hadn't texted her today, which made her believe that you were coming by.

Tara sighed as she checked the time on her phone, it was almost midnight.

tara <3 (11:14pm): are u not coming?

She longly stared at her phone screen after she had seen it, bottom lip trapped between her teeth, hoping for the writing bubbles to appear. But when two minutes passed of just staring without any response, she groaned loudly in frustration, throwing the phone to the end of her bed.

However when her phone hit the mattress, a notification popped up, making her snatch it back in her hands. A small smile appearing on her face when she saw your name on it.

you <33 (11:17pm) no not today. sorry. i love you <3

The text made Tara feel disappointed and frustrated at the same time, the smile dropping quickly. She hadn't expected for you to show up considering the late time of the day, but a part of her thought you would at least give her an explanation on why you didn't come.

The night passed quickly and before she knew it, Tara was in class again. All her mind and worry focused on you.

By the time she had arrived home and had yet another dinner with Sam that was filled with questions about everything and everyone, she had sent you over a dozen of text messages.

You on the other hand, had only sent one. Stating that you were sick, and that's why you hadn't showed up to school. But Tara had a feeling that wasn't the only reason to it, maybe not the reason at all.

You had been sick multiple times during your relationship, and when you were you didn't tend to ignore her messages nor did you respond with short and dry sentences.

She knew something was wrong, but she knew better than to go to your house.

Your dad was a very violent person, and had been ever since your mother passed away a few years back. You had told Tara that he hadn't always been like that, he had been a great loving father before the tragic death of your mother. But instead of a therapist or mental help, he turned to alcohol. Which was the main cause for his violence.

He had threatened you with it multiple times, lashing out at you for doing the slightest things wrong. You had gotten used to it, but his loud voice and harsh tone always seemed to scare you.

That's why Tara didn't go to your house. She had tried before, when she planned to surprise you for your birthday last year. But she didn't even get a chance to knock on your window before she could see your figure squeezed into a corner, knees pressed up to your chest as your hands covered your ears. Your father was standing in front of you, screaming so loudly that Tara could hear is voice through the glass of the window, however she couldn't comprehend the words.

The next day Tara had told you about what she saw. You had brushed it off, telling her you were just being dramatic. However you did tell her that she probably shouldn't come over to your house, so you guys stuck with the idea of you sneaking through her window, and not the other way around.

After the day you had brushed it all off so smoothly, Tara thought she would never hear anything more about your father, or how your home life was. But she was wrong.

Because you told her everything that happened in your house. You told her what had happened, why it happened, and how it had happened.

There was multiple nights where you would cry into her chest, venting to her about all kinds of feelings.

Tara wished dearly that there was something she could do to fix it. But she there wasn't. She couldn't offer you to stay with her and Sam, and she didn't have enough money to buy herself her own apartment for the two of you; also because Sam wouldn't allow it.

All she could do was call the police or protective authorities, but when she had suggested the idea to you, you panicked and straightly begged her not to do that. You told her everything would get worse and that nobody would believe her if she did. So she didn't, even tho she strongly felt the need to.

There was nothing she could do, same as now. She couldn't come to your house nor tell Sam about her worries when it came to you.

Even though she knew the consequences that were about to occur, her worry got the best of her, which led to her taking the risk anyway.

She knew you weren't sick. Something was wrong, and she was going to get to the bottom of it.

She climbed out of her own window, not caring for the heights or the way Sam would probably spank her if she found out she had snuck out. She needed to know why you were ignoring her.

It was a rather long walk to your house, considering the fact that Tara lived in the center of New York, meanwhile you lived a bit further outside the town.

After twenty minutes of walking she had finally managed to reach your house. With no remorse or hesitation she started to climb up the branches of the small tree just inches away from your window. Letting out a few grunts and sighs as all kinds of branches scratched her in the face.

When she reached the window, the only thing her eyes searched for was you. Which she immediately found the second she looked into the glass. Your figure was laying on your bed, eyes carefully scanning on the book you held in your hands.

She almost felt bad when she gently knocked on the window, you looked so peaceful. But your attention quickly shifted to the window as the sound of knocking filled the room.

You were quick to jump to your feet, approaching the window with a body filled with hesitation. Tara tried to shoot you a smile before you carefully opened the window, but she didn't get one in return.

When the window was open, you made sure to offer Tara your hand to pull her inside, which she happily accepted without any sort of uncertainty.

She didn't have a chance to look at your face until she had landed inside and finished wiping her hands on her jeans; brushing off any sort of tree detritus that had stuck to her hands while climbing. But when she did see your face, she immediately felt her mouth open in shock.

A massive black bruise covered your left eye, the eye itself was swollen and the bruise almost reached down to your cheekbone. Your lip was cut open, swollen as well.

"Y/n." Tara spoke softly voice laced with worry, trying to grasp your shoulder, but she only made it halfway before you pulled away.

You had completely forgotten about the huge difference in your face when you saw Tara in the window. She had that affect on you; making you forget about everything bad around you.

But when you saw her shocked stare and open mouth, you began to panic, being quick to turn around to face the wall, covering your whole face with your two hands.

"God.. Tara." You spoke shakily, feeling tears beginning to form around your eyes.

"Y/n.." She repeated, carefully walking towards you, but stopped moving when she heard your shaky voice beginning to speak again.

"Tara I just..I don't want you to look at me right now.." You let out a sob, you're right hand falling from your face, revealing the eye that was not bruised. "It's really ugly.." You sobbed again.

Tara lightly grabbed both of your arms, bringing you closer to her so she could gently put her forehead against yours, trying to encourage you to look into her eyes. But when she noticed you didn't and could just see the tears that slowly ran down your cheeks, she spoke up, feeling nothing but guilt and worry in her body.

"There's no one else I wanna look at.." She comforted, her hands carefully finding a place in your hair.

At that you slowly dragged your left hand down your face, revealing the dark bruise formed around your beautiful eye.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." She spoke up again, making your lips form into a pout as you tried to take in the whole situation.

Tara didn't hesitate before pulling you into a warm embrace, whispering apologies into your ear, not because she weren't there, but because she knew there was nothing she could do to stop this.

But you didn't care. As long as you had your Tara, you knew that you were okay.

[maddie-dog-story-blog]

Too Big For His Britches

I've been teasing @pinkducttape a little too much lately. As a self-imposed punishment (the joy of being a switch is that I get to be my own Dom) I wrote this horrible story staring myself, my imaginary Mommy, @pinkducttape, and their awesome Daddy, Midnight. Enjoy my attonement, I guess?

Today, I was feeling BIG! Mommy, my wife, had been so proud of me using the potty and staying accident free for the last week that she decided it was finally time for me to graduate from pull-ups to big kid undies!

Should have I felt embarrassed that, as a 32-year-old man, being allowed to wear a pair of Spider-Man underwear by my wife felt like a massive victory? Probably.

Did I? No.

The feeling of the soft cotton underwear under the jean shorts Mommy had dressed me in was far superior to the warm, bulky feel of the training pants and diapers I was now, much to used to. How could I not feel happy with my new found freedom?

Adding to my excitement was that today, the day I had graduated from 'Little' to 'Middle,' Mommy was taking me on a playdate! I was going to get to go hang out with Sunset, one of my best friends, while Mommy hung out with their Daddy, Midnight. I just knew that Little Sunsie was going to still be waddling around in diapers, while I would get to show off just how much of a big kid I was to them. It was going to be great!

It didn't take long for us to get to the secluded park where Mommy always took me for my playdates. I sat in the backseat, idly sucking my thumb while I thought about how I was going to tease my friend for still being a stinky little, while I, on the other hand, was a much more mature big kid. My wandering thoughts were interrupted by Mommy's voice.

"Baby Bean, are you drinking your water like you're supposed to be? It's going to be hot out there, and I don't want you getting dehydrated!"

I groaned as I popped my thumb out of my mouth and reached for my Bluey-themed water bottle in the cup holder. Didn't Mommy know I was a big kid? She's the one who held out my big kid undies for me to step into this morning for goose's sake! I didn't need to be reminded to drink water like some silly little baby. But, talking back wasn't worth the fight, not on a day like today. Plus, Mommy was right, as usual. It was really hot outside, and I was feeling thirsty just sitting in the car. There wasn't any harm in doing what she asked, just this one time. Having made up my mind, I replaced my thumb with the nipple of my water bottle and sucked down its contents as we drew closer to the park.

As usual, when we got to our destination, there was only one other car in the parking lot. Mommy and I both recognized it immediately. The pink and rainbow duct tape decorating it was a dead giveaway.

"Look, Baby Bean! Sunsie and Midnight are already here," Mommy said as she parked the car next to our friends' vehicle. She then turned back to me, staring at me sternly, "Now, I know you've earned the right to be a big boy today, but that does not mean you get to be rude. Make sure to be nice to Sunsie. They can't help being an adorable little pamper packer. Also, do not forget to come and tell me when you need me to take you to the potty. Got it?"

I nodded my head up and down in affirmation, happy that my Bluey water bottle hid the blush forming on my cheeks from the mention of asking Mommy to take me to the potty. And, when I nodded my head, agreeing to be nice to Sunset and ask to use the potty, I really meant it. Just because I was planning on teasing Baby Sunsie just a little, didn't mean I wasn't going to be nice to them!

I waited patiently as Mommy walked around the back of the car, opened the door and unbuckled my seat belt. Immediately, I sprinted past Mommy towards the mostly abandoned playground where I knew Sunset would be playing.

"Suuuuunnnnnssssssiiiiiiieeeeeee! We're here!" I yelled exhuberantly as I spotted my friend, sitting in the sandbox in a pastel yellow t-shirt and a pair of jean shortalls that did little to hide the thick diaper bulging at their waist. I was so excited, I didn't notice the pressure building in my bladder as I greeted my friend with a big, uncoordinated hug.

Midnight watched, smiling from their perch on a nearby park bench as I tackled Sunset into the sand in my excitement. From a distance behind me, I could hear my Mommy yelling out with an exasperated tone.

"Maddie! Careful! Don't hurt poor, little Sunsie!" She yelled breathlessly as she ran up behind me.

Sunset, for their part, was overjoyed to see me. They giggled as I wrapped my arms around them and accidentally knocked them over.

Midnight, with a better vantage of what was going on, immediately replied to my Mommy, "Oh, don't worry! It's just kids being kids! Now, get over here! We've got some catching up to do!"

The adults faded out of my awareness as Sunset and I righted ourselves, giggling in the sandbox. Sunset had clearly come prepared to play with all of their toys. Trucks, blocks, dolls, dinosaurs, and tractors were strewn about the sandy landscape my friend had constructed.

"Sunset, Sunset! Guess what?!" I asked, my excitement overflowing.

Sunset rolled their eyes at my bubbliness, but grinned good-naturedly at my excitement. "What 'Baby Bean?'" they asked, teasing me with my Mommy's nickname for me.

"That's just it!" I responded, ignoring the barb, "I'm not a baby anymore! Look! Mommy's letting me wear undies!"

I pulled down the elastic waist band of my jean shorts revealing the front of the cotton Spider-Man underwear I was wearing. Sunset's eyes grew wide. A grin spread across my face as I saw the hints of both jealousy and admiration I was hoping see in my friend's demeanor.

"That's right," I said, letting the elastic waistband of my shorts snap back into place, "no more diapers, or pull-ups, or training potties! I'm a real big boy now! I bet your Daddy will even let me babysit your stinky bottom soon!" I stuck my tongue out to emphasize my point.

As I spoke, I started to squirm uncomfortably. I felt a mounting pressure in my bladder, but it wasn't anything urgent enough to deal with yet. I couldn't leave to go potty now, just as I was starting to rub my new status in my friend's face.

"Yep, I bet it'll only be a couple weeks before I'm holding your leash, droppin' you off at daycare, before I get to go back to my REAL job!" I continued to tease Sunset. I couldn't tell if their face was getting red out of embarrassment or anger, but, frankly, high on my own increased status, I didn't care.

"Stop it, Maddie! It's cool you get to wear undies and all, but you're still just a baby like me! Nobody's gonna let you be a babysitter! You're not 'sponsible enough!" Sunset spat out unconvincingly, a hint of concern that their friend of once equal status could turn into yet another caregiver.

"Oh, Sunsie," I said, trying my best to imitate the condescending tone my Mommy used with me when I got high and mighty, "I'm not a baby like you though! Look at me, sitting in my big kid underwear. And look at you, I bet your diapers so soggy you're about to leak."

I extended one hand over to Subset's diapered crotch and squeezed it for emphasis. Too my utter delight, it was thoroughly soaked. Sunset, suddenly aware of the disastrous state of their diaper, turned bright red at my touch and tried to back away but only succeeded at falling on their back in the sand again.

"Aw! Did Little Sunsie fall down and go boom? Does the little baby in their soggy diaper not like being checked? Is it cause you want to keep playing in it like an icky little toddler? Is that why you don't wanna potty train and be a big kid like me?" I hovered over Sunset as I teased them, loving every second of watching their skin turn as red as a tomato out of fear, rage, and shame.

As I teased, Sunset couldn't even get a word out from where they lay in the sandbox. "I… No… Not… Baby… Gah… Big Kid… Diap…." Sunset's sputtering then suddenly stopped, and a big grin spread across their face. Unfortunately, I didn't notice it.

"Aw, is the little baby too little to talk! That's ok! Maybe I can go get your paci from your Daddy. Babies who waddle around in soggy pants like you shouldn't be talking like a big kid like me anyway!"

I couldn't stop. I was channeling all of the repressed anger and shame I had bottled up over the last few years as Mommy's perfect little pamper-packing, stuffy-humper. I was ready to throw every insult and taunt I had ever heard at Sunset, my friend, just so I could feel bigger and more powerful than someone else. I was becoming a monster in superhero underoos.

Luckily for me and my friendship with Sunsie, my reign of terror was cut short. From behind me, a familiar voice spoke.

"Beanie Baby! I did not just catch you bullying sweet little Sunsie. Come with me!"

As Mommy grabbed me by the ear, yanking me away, Sunset started laughing maniacally as they laid in the sand, excited to watch Mommy deliver whatever diabolical punishment I had earned.

I whined as Mommy dragged me across the park by my ear. "Owie! Mommy! This hurts! I didn't do nothing! I just said the truth."

"Madison James! I don't want to hear it. I heard what you were telling poor Baby Sunsie over there, and it was not acceptable!" Mommy lectured as she pulled me.

My bladder was starting to ache. The nervousness and fear of my punishment only adding to my desperation. I decided to change tack.

"Mommy! I hafta go potty!" I wailed, hoping my growing desperation to pee could distract my wife from my punishment.

It didn't.

"Well, if you're as big a kid as you were telling Sunset over there, you should have no problem holding it while you're being punished."

A new panic struck me as I suddenly realized that I might not be able to do that. I didn't want to go back to pull-ups, let alone diapers like Sunset because I had an accident while in time out!

I struggled uselessly against the grip Mommy had on my ear as she dragged me to the tree nearest to the playground.

"Nose to the tree. Now!" Mommy said as we reached our destination.

Rubbing my sore ear, I did as I was told, feeling the rough bark scrape against the tip of my nose.

"You have more than earned yourself a time out little one! Bullying poor Sunsie! In front of their Daddy! Do you know how embarrassed I am of you, Little Man? Do you know how bad you made me look as a Mommy and a wife?"

A tear rolled down my cheek as my wife explained how my actions made her feel. How could I have been so careless and thoughtless to not think about how my actions reflected on her? Midnight was one of her best friends, and I had embarrassed her in front of them. Maybe I was nothing more than the thoughtless child she thought of me as.

Mommy saw my tears and, instead of comforting me, leaned into my suffering.

"That's right baby, you embarrassed Mommy. You made Mommy look bad. You made Mommy look like she can't control you. I want you to think about that while you stand here for the next, oh, let's say, 30 minutes."

"30 minutes…" I tried to protest, but before I could say more, a pacifier was shoved in my mouth.

"No talking during time out. That stays in. And yes, 30 minutes," Mommy said sternly.

I grumbled behind my pacifier as I silently calculated whether I could actually keep from wetting myself for that long. Before I could come up with a plan to both stay put and dry, my thoughts were interrupted by the familiar feeling of my shorts being pulled down to my ankles.

"Oh, and since you were so proud of these undies, mister," my wife said from behind me, "I think it's only fair you get to show them off for your whole time out."

I was glad my face was towards the tree as a deep red blush bloomed across my cheeks. I could perfectly picture my cotton clad ass on display, the red, white, and blue picture of a web that made the undies look so cool and big kid in the store, making me look so childish while standing in time out.

Making matters worse, only moments after my undies were put on display, I heard Midnight's soft giggle behind me.

"Aw! Aren't those precious?" They said condescendingly.

I fresh wave of embarrassment passed through me at those words. However, I closed my eyes, bit down hard on my paci, and settled in to survive the next 30 minutes as best I could. The pressure from my bladder was only getting stronger, but I was determined to keep my underwear dry. I was a big boy, after all, really, nearly an adult again.

After 15 minutes, my determination not to wet myself had waned drastically. With my nose still pressed to the trunk of the tree, I shifted my weight from leg to leg, only able to do a pathetic little potty shuffle rather than a full on potty dance with my shorts still wrapped around my ankles.

The sound of a crinkling diaper announced Sunset's approach. Unable to turn to look at them, I could only imagine the satisfied smirk that I was sure was plastered to their face.

"Oh no! Does the BIG boy need to go potty? You better show the poor, little baby how to keep your undies dry! You wouldn't wanna have an accident in front a little kid like me!" Sunset taunted as they toddled closer to me.

I groaned behind my pacifier, not willing to risk the consequences of talking during time out. However, although I desperately wanted to yell at my friend to go away, I knew I deserved every insult they flung at me.

It only took moments for my friend's face to appear in the corner of my vision.

"Oh no, can Big Bad Maddie not talk right now because he's sucking on his paci? I thought paci's were for babies, not big kids?"

I groaned again, the sound muffled by the shield of the pacifier as I shuffled from foot to foot in discomfort again. The pressure in my bladder was so bad I could barely focus on Sunset's words.

"Oh no! You aren't doing a potty dance, are you Baby Bean? I bet you wish you were wearing a diaper right now! You could just let go," Sunset said before there expression changed as an idea hit them, "I mean, I gotta go potty too, and I can just go right now! Listen!"

With that, Sunset smiled, scrunched up their face and let loose. The sound of soft hissing as their urine hit their diaper filled my ears. The sound was too much. I couldn't hold it anymore. Tears started to well in my eyes as I felt a warm wet stream of pee release into my once pristine Spider-Man undies, only to immediately become warm, disgusting rivers of urine, running down my thighs.

As I felt my pee run down my legs into my shoes, I also could feel my chances of becoming a big kid again drift away too. I began to bawl behind my pacifier, not just because I was ashamed of my accident, but also because I was upset at myself for the bratty behavior that got me here.

"Oh, Baby Bean! Did you piddle in your cute Lil' Spider-Man undies? Spider-Man looks sad! He's not Aquaman. He doesn't like getting all wet," Sunset teased. Their words stung more because I knew they were in a soggy situation of their own that was somehow more babyish, but also less embarrassing. "Daddy! Maddie's Mommy! Maddie has an accident!"

My fear overwhelmed my sorrow as I heard Mommy and Midnight walk up behind me.

"What was that sweet, little Sunsie?" Mommy asked my friend turned temporary nemesis.

"Baby Bean wet his undies! Go look!" Sunset responded with more excitement than I really thought was necessary.

A soft, familiar hand grabbed my shoulder, gently inviting me to turn around. I didn't want to. Maybe, if I just stayed here for a while, my undies would dry and no one would be the wiser. It was hot out, after all.

Mommy wasn't going to let me live out my delusion though. "Turn around sweetie, let's see the damage."

Her instruction and a more forceful pull got me to turn around. A dark stain covered the entire front of my underwear. The streams of urine running down my leg were far too obvious. And, even the shorts and socks at my ankles were stained from my shameful accident. I wanted to cry as Mommy forced me to hold me arms up, beant over, and tugged disappointedly on my soaked Spider-Man undies as she inspected them.

"Beanie Baby, you destroyed these poor undies! And your shorts, socks, and shoes? I thought you were a big boy?" My wife chastised me as she pulled and picked at my soaked clothing. "You were doing so good I didn't even bring a change!"

I looked up to see Midnight given Sunset a similar inspection, albeit with much less disappointment in their demeanor.

"Looks like Little Mads isn't the only super soaker here, Sunsie's diaper is pretty wet too," Midnight said as they completed their inspection, "Did you say you didn't bring a change? I've got plenty of extra diapers in my bag and maybe some spare tights. Why don't we change these little stinkers together?"

"Midnight, you are a lifesaver! Are you sure you can spare a diaper? I know how many Sunsie goes through!" Mommy responded, causing Sunset to blush for once.

"I sure do! Sunsie can be quite the pamper packer sometimes, but if my Little Sunset needs to sit in their mess for a bit, they'll survive," Midnight answered.

As Mommy and Midnight talked about diapering me with Sunset, my outrage started to grow. I just had one accident! And I warned Mommy that I needed to go! She was the one that made me stand with my nose to the tree! I shouldn't be put back in diapers! Maybe a pull-up or training pants, but a diaper was too far. I opened my mouth to tell Mommy as much.

"Mommy, this…" That was as far as I made it before my wife shot a hostile glare towards me.

"No! I will not hear a word out of you, Madison James. I trusted you to be big. I trusted you to be kind. I trusted you to keep your pants dry. Obviously, I cannot trust you. You will be going back to diapers. I will not tolerate any grief. Otherwise, I will throw you over my lap and show you just how little you are, understood?"

My stomach dropped to my toes. I hadn't been lectured like that for years. Not stupid enough to risk my Mommy's wraith, I nodded my head and responded, "Yeth, Mama." I kept suckling the pacifier, now happy it was in my mouth for the comfort it provided.

Mommy helped me take off my wet clothes before taking my hand at the same time that Midnight took Sunset's. We were both led back to the bench where our two caregivers had been chatting earlier. Sunset waddled in their soggy diaper as I walked normally, save for being completely naked below the waist. Once at the bench, Midnight quickly pulled out a large blanket laid it on the grass.

"Alright little ones, lie down," Mommy said, directing Sunset and I to lay down next to each other to be changed like the small children we were being treated as, something we'd done together hundreds of times before.

We both quickly complied with my wife's gentle command as Midnight dug through their diaper bag, getting out changing supplies for two infantilized adults.

"Um, Maddie's Mommy?" Sunset asked as we waited on our backs.

"Yes, sweetheart?" Mommy answered.

"Do you think I could get your phone and watch a show while I got changed? I've been good and haven't had any screen time all day!" Sunset begged.

From across the nearby bench, Midnight called out, "Don't give it to them! It's my fault, really, but we're really trying to break little Sunsie's screen addiction."

Sunset pouted as Mommy smiled down at them. It didn't take long for Midnight to join us with two diapers in hand.

"Let's get these babies back to clean and dry!" Midnight announced as they knelt down and began unsnapping the buttons of Sunset's shortalls.

With expert hands, Mommy and Midnight changed me and Sunset. Where normally, Sunset and I would joke and giggle as we got changed together, today, with my fall from grace, I couldn't bring myself to even make eye contact with my friend as my wife wiped my butt and other delicate bits.

Mommy and Midnight had us both changed and back up quickly. Once I was standing in nothing but a T-shirt and a diaper in the grass, Mommy pulled me to the side.

"Maddie, your behavior today has been unacceptable. Clearly, you are not ready for the level of responsibility that I thought you were. Thinking you were was my fault. So, now, until you prove me otherwise, I am demoting you back to diapers, but know that that is based on my mistake, not yours," Mommy began.

"That said," Mommy continued, "You messed up too. I warned you to be nice. I warned you to keep your pants dry. You didn't. Sunset is your friend, and you bullied them. That is not okay."

"I am not going to make you finish your time out. I don't think you would learn anything from it," Mommy lectured, "But I do need you to do one more thing before you can go back to playing. I need you to apologize to Midnight for bullying her precious little one, and I need you to apologize to Sunset for being a bad friend. Can you do that for me?"

Looking down past the bulging diaper around my waist to my bare feet, I let myself feel shame for my behavior yet again. "Yeth, Mommy," I answered, the pacifier still stuck between my lips.

With that, I waddled off to do as Mommy asked. The bulk of the diaper between my legs felt both foreign after the months of training pants and underwear, but, at the same time, frustratingly familiar.

I approached Midnight first, feeling my apology to them would be easier. I popped my pacifier out of my mouth so my apology would sound more sincere.

"Um, Sunset's Daddy? I, um, am sorry for bullying Sunsie," I said timidly.

Midnight looked at me with gentle, but stern eyes.

"Thank you for apologizing, buddy, but it's not me who you need to apologize to, is it?"

I shook my head up and down. "No, it's not."

"Who should you apologize to, baby?" Midnight asked.

"Sunset," I responded meekly, avoid eye contact with my friend's daddy.

"Yes, Little One," they said softly, "But who else?"

I looked up at Midnight, confused. Who else was there to apologize to?

Midnight smiled knowingly, then looked pointedly over my shoulder. I turned and saw Mommy picking up our make-shift changing station.

"Was how you acted nice to your Mommy?" Midnight asked.

I looked down at my feet in shame again. "No, it wasn't. I probably owe her an apology too, huh?" I answered.

"What a smart boy! Maybe you'll get another chance at undies again, yet? I don't know if I can say the same about my Sunsie," Midnight said, turning to look at Sunset for the first time since we began talking and catching them digging through their diaper bag. "Hey! Get out of there! Go play! I didn't pack your tabbie and Daddy's phone is in my pocket! No screen time!"

As Sunset ran off chastened, I followed, wanting to apologize to my friend both because I was ordered to and because it was the right thing to do.

"Sunsie," I said as we reached to sandbox again, "I'm sorry I was mean to you. Can we still be friends?"

Sunset turned to me with their trademark bright and friendly smile. "Thanks for saying sorry, Mads! And, of course we're still friends! Who else is going to put up with my smelly butt and listen to me complain about being put in my crib early?"

Sunset followed up their statement with a big, warm hug.

"Now, let's play!" Sunset said.

I had to disappoint Sunset one more time today, though. "Sorry, Sunsie, I'll come play in a sec. I gotta go say sorry to Mommy first."

With that I turned and toddled back to Mommy, who was now sitting on the bench with Midnight again. Midnight smiled at me reassuringly as I approached, obvious remorse in my body language.

"Mommy?" I asked tentatively.

"Yes, Beanie Baby?" She responded, a note of frustration still lingering in her tone.

"I, uh, wanted to say, well," I took a deep breath, "I'm sorry. I was naughty and embarrassed you. I shouldn't have." Tears started to flow as I remembered Mommy's angry lecture at the tree. "I'll never do it again! Please, just don't hate me!"

Mommy's body language and tone softened immediately as I broke down during my apology. She stood up from the bench and wrapped me in a comforting hug.

"Oh, Baby Bean, I could never hate you! Mommy was just frustrated. Everyone is naughty sometimes! You just got a little too big for your britches!"

I nuzzled into Mommy as she hugged and reassured me. She was right. I had gotten too big for my britches. But, a nagging feeling told me that Mommy was going to keep me nice and little from now on, so that being 'too big' would never be an issue again.

[thollandneedy]

Our New Year - Tom Holland

A/n: Happy new year ,babes! Hoping this year will be awesome!

Warnings: One swear and Kissing

Summary: Tom is in love with his best friend, and it's planning to tell her on New Year's Eve

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The New Year has always been considered a time for new beginnings, and this thought was no different for Thomas. During his year, he had gone through several internal problems, one of which was the inability to tell his best friend that he was in love with her.

The clock was almost 10 minutes to midnight, where his closest relatives and friends were at their penthouse in London to spend another New Year's Eve. Holland couldn't get it out of his head that his main chance of kissing Y/n would be related to the ticking of a clock. The brunette found himself finishing rinsing the dessert dishes to put them in the dishwasher later, talking to one of his brothers who was leaning on the counter using his cell phone.

“Do you know who you're going to kiss at midnight this year?” Sam asks his brother, raising an eyebrow. “Maybe… someone you've spent almost half the year in love with.”

“I haven't had time to tell her yet.” Tom says, putting one of the dirty glasses in the sink.

“How could you not, man? You literally slept at each other's houses a few weeks ago.”

“She was ill and needed me to sleep with her in case something happened. The rest of the time I spent recording, and taking pictures, and going to other countries I…” Thomas wipes his hands on his jeans, huffing. “I don't want to ruin our friendship, especially since dating me is not an easy task.”

“Wow, superstar.” Tuwaine laughs to hear his friend.

“ Fuck off, man.” Holland smiles. Holland smiles. “I'm serious. I really like her, and I want it to be something that works. I'm tired of relationships that don't go anywhere."

“Well, you have to take the first step first.” Harry intrudes on the conversation, taking some plastic cups to the trash. “Y/n is sitting talking to Elle in the kitchen, I think it would be nice if you could call her in the corner around midnight and tell her everything you feel about her.”

“My problem isn't talking. I'm good at talking, I'm an actor and I know how to say what I need to. But with her… with her, I'm afraid of what might happen.” To, admits, crossing his arms as the music plays in the background in the area of the room that had a large window opening onto a balcony that showed the whole of London.

“It's not like you haven't kissed yet.” Sam reminds his brother of one of the many times they kissed while playing the 'bottle game'.

“It's not the same. I want it to be good, of its own accord, and for her to feel it too.” Tom replies, only to be interrupted by a female voice coming from the kitchen.

“Her who?” Y/n frowns smiling, causing all the boys present to find a task to distract the focus of the conversation.

“Nobody. We were talking about Tom's dog. She still hasn't accepted the idea of having a baby brother.” Harry lies.

“Of course.” Y/n smiles, sipping his glass of white wine. “Do you need any help with the dishes?”

“No, we're fine. It'll be midnight soon. I want to get things organized so that everyone has a good time, and we have enough champagne.” Tom glances at Tuwaine out of the corner of his eye.

“Don't give me that look. The other year it was your brother who drank two whole bottles.” The man points at Harry, who replies by giving his friend the middle finger.

“Shall we go up to the balcony?” Thomas plucks up the courage to say, causing a brief silence from his brothers. “Do I need to talk to you about… the dog I want to… get?” Thomas asks uncertainly, making the girl in the long white dress laugh.

“Of course.” Y/n replies. “See you in a bit, boys.”

“See you.” Everyone replies in sync.

Thomas put one of his hands on Y/n's waist, guiding her out onto the balcony past the living room, drawing a few glances from his brothers' girlfriends, some close friends and their parents. The brunette rests his hands on the cold bar of the balcony, watching from afar as fireworks are set off, even though it's not quite midnight. Y/n straightened his hair, which was in a high ponytail, looking up at the stars, and turned his back to the glass balcony, waiting for his best friend to work up the courage to say something.

“You look beautiful.” Tom commented, finally looking at her.

“You look beautiful, too.” The girl pointed with her head, noticing the white pants and a dark beige blouse that accentuated the color of his fair skin and hugged his muscles. “So, which dog were you thinking of buying?”

“ Dog?” Thomas found himself at a loss, but soon opened his mouth and 'o' back to his original lie. “Ah, yes. A puppy. I was thinking of another Pitbull of the same breed as Tessa.”

“I think she'll get on well with him. I don't see why she wouldn't.” Y/n replied, watching him approach the girl.

“Y/n I… I'm an idiot.” Thomas runs his hands through his hair, feeling a breeze hit his arms covered by the long sleeves of his shirt.

The girl couldn't lie if asked if her relationship with her best friend was any different. As far as she knew, best friends didn't kiss the way he kissed her, and they didn't even look at each other with the intensity that each of them did. If it had been of her own volition, she would have been a long way from where she was in her relationship with Tom, and she could already feel her hands breaking out in a cold sweat when she heard the pronoun 'she' in the kitchen conversation. She would never have the right to feel jealous of the people he stayed with, not least because they had nothing to do with each other, but she couldn't help wondering what might become of them if one day they tried something.

“What happened?” The girl moved even closer, allowing the warmth of her friend's body to become hers too.

“I work in several different countries depending on the movie I'm making. I have parties to go to, as much as I don't like them, and magazine cover photos to take. All this takes me away from the people I love, and makes my relationship with them become more and more shallow, and I don't want that to happen to us because… I don't want to hurt you, ever. Seeing you sad would make me sad. Just as seeing you happy makes me happy.” The brunette crosses his arms, trying to ward off the cold.

“What does that mean?” Y/n swallows dryly.

“I-”

“Two minutes to midnight.” Harrison shouts, drawing the attention of the couple who are watching all the guests stand up with their glasses in hand, waiting for the champagne to pop when the clock strikes midnight.

“'Crap.” Thomas curses to himself.

“Tom.” Y/n's eyebrows turn into a curve of concern. “Just tell me at once.”

“I've spent half the year in love with you, and that hasn't left my mind for an instant. I've had the chance to have several people by my side, but I want my year to be different, and it will only be different if you're in it. I don't want to be your friend. I've simply lost the ability to be your friend because all I think about when I see you is hugging you and feeling your mouth on mine. You're the one I want, and I've been afraid to say that because I know that dating me isn't easy, and you have your own life too, and I can't get in the way of your dreams as it would be selfish of me. But if you're willing to stay with me, I'll do everything I can to make it work together.” Thomas takes one of Y/n's hands.

“Tom.” The girl's eyes fill with tears, but the actor's thumb gently brushes across her eye without taking away from the entire two hours she's spent getting ready.

“Just a minute.” Harrison shouts, ushering the guests out onto the balcony, while some position their cell phones in their hands to record the fireworks and take pictures of the full bottles toasting.

“You have no idea what a relief it is to hear that.” The girl smiles. “I spent the whole year thinking about us. What we could be, but I didn't want to say anything because I know how hard it is to be who you are, and I know that it would also be a challenge for me to live with your reality as your romantic partner, but even so, a part of me wants you. You were always the one who loved me, took me in, looked after me when I needed it most and never turned your back even when we had a fight. If I'm going to spend another year with you, I want it to be forever.”

“Well?” Thomas feels his heart leap out of his chest. “What are we going to do with that?” The brunette points at himself and at the woman in front of him, who moves even closer to him.

“That's a problem for next year.” Y/n says quietly, given how close they are.

“Three, two, one” The guests shout in unison. “Happy New Year”

Fireworks exploded in the sky, and the shouting became loud, even though it was forbidden to make noise after midnight. The guests hugged each other and doused themselves with alcohol in celebration of a new cycle. Y/n's eyes met Thomas's and, as if in an explosion of love, his lips. Thomas runs one of his hands along her hip, feeling his body and tongue mixing with every part of her. The girl holds onto the sides of the actor's face, not letting him escape her touch, feeling his chest heave each time their tongues met. His eyes opened, and embarrassed smiles appeared, saying:

“Happy New Year, Tom.”

“Happy our year, Y/n.”

[ketamollykaine]

Creepypasta AU Headcanons

Midnight City: Jeff the Killer

★ He is 27, and he's a Capricorn sun, Scorpio Moon, and Taurus Rising (Gemini mercury, Sagittarius Venus, Sagittarius Mars, Leo Jupiter, Aries Saturn, Aquarius Neptune, Sagittarius Pluto)

★ Jeff stands at 5'9", has a slim physique but has defined, strong muscles. His body fat % is probably around 6-7%. He's pale nut not ghost white.

★ Is from a mid-middle class family from Montana.

★ His chelsea smile has long since healed into keloid scars, never burned or cut his eyelids, only has a few burn scars along his temples and forehead that he covers with his hair.

★ His hair is very slightly wavy, parted in the middle, and of course it's black. His natural colour was very dark brown. He'll dye it maybe once a year if he feels like it. It goes down right past his pecs/to hs mid back.

★ Has really nice defined eyebrows and lighter blue hunter eyes. His nose is thin, has a ridge from being broken a couple times, and is upturned slightly.

★ Wears guyliner and it's the hottest thing you've ever seen.

★ Thin, but strong jawline. Doesn't care for growing out his facial hair past a week or two, mostly likes to be clean shaven which can be hard at times because of his scars.

★ Has always been conventionally attractive and had a huge complex about it that shattered when he saw his face permanently altered, making him have the mental break that made the chelsea smile.

★ A metalhead, 100%. Goes to underground shows a lot and doesn't bother hiding his face. He has grown to love what he made of himself.

★ Genuinely enjoys impulsively planning his next kill, he gets a rush from playing God with someone's life.

★ Very confident and sure of himself, but surprisingly not full of himself. Jeff has gotten good at what he does and knows it.

★ Charming to a fault, but also cold and sometimes rude. Doesn't care to come off any type of way. He's very apathetic when it comes to people and their emotions. Enjoys his own company most, but is friends with Dove, Toby, Jackson (the Puppeteer), and Laughing Jack.

★ Doesn't work for Slenderman, is 100% a lone wolf. He doesn't fuck with the fact that Slender exists, so he stays clear of him as much as he can.

★ Has his own cabin in the woods, mostly everyone does if they share it or not.

★ Sings! He loves music. I think he'd sound like Landon Tewers. When he hangs out with Dove, they jam together.

★ He is "Need To Change" by Landon Tewers personified. He can be a great lover, but he will chose himself at the end of the day. Very self aware.

★ He's covered in stick and poke tattoos and has self inflicted scars only for counting each kill, not no barcodes. They're 1cm lines neatly cut on his left pec.

★ Is a sucker for real goth women. Don't hand him an e-girl or TikTok alt girl. He wants a trad goth baddie, hopefully with some amount of bloodlust.

★ Wants a lip piercing but hasn't gotten it because "What if it gets caught on something and rips his lip apart?"

★ He tends to not sleep for a couple days at a time then sleeps for 18-20 hours and act like nothing happened.

★ Uses recreational drugs sometimes. Is no stranger to blow, xanax, 2CB, or molly. Drinks frequently and smoked weed daily. He's even learning how to grow!

★ Isn't a sociopath. He still very much has feelings, lots of big feelings. Jeff is a sadist in non-sexual terms. He enjoys seeing people in pain and being the one to cause the pain.

★ Wears dickies or black cargo pants, grommet belts, steel toe, black latter laced boots, black crew socks, a black band t or black muscle t in the summer, and various hoodies. Some are white, some are black. Sometimes he'll wear a bullet necklace that he stole from Dove and spiked leather bracelets.

★ Some of his favourite songs are "All Around Me" - Flyleaf, "Fentanyl" - McCafferty, "Pet" - A Perfect Circle, and "Chelsea Smile (KC BLITZ remix)" - Bring Me The Horizon

★ Knows his brother is alive, but is still reeling with guilt and will never forgive himself. He stays far away from Liu, trying to make Liu forget about him. Wants to have a brother again so badly. He drinks about this all the time and will cry alone.

★ Satanist, has a copy of The Satanic Bible by Anton LaVey. "the group views Satan neither as a supernatural being, nor a symbol of evil, but instead relies on the literary Satan as a symbol representing "the eternal rebel" against arbitrary authority and social norms,"

★ Will help you take revenge or he'll get it for you. Any excuse to kill and help someone realise their power. He likes having equals and moulding killers. This is an extremely rare occurrence though.

I made a c.ai character for y’all to enjoy, here.

[reqxxyt]

pls write a part 2 for the ethan fic ahh!! its so good

secrets out

pairings: ethan e. x f!reader

summary: after a late night, you and ethan, whom you've used to hate, grow closer, feelings blossoming once again but you tell yourself you can't risk breaking the friendship for a silly thing like your heart leaping every time he passes your thoughts.

warning: rushed ending, cheesy asf, cussing, a bit anti-climactic, maybe a bit frustrating (??), mentions of alcohol consumption

masterlist requests are open (pls be patient)

[unedited] wc: 3.6k

part one.

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Laughter echoed through the empty halls, stumbling footsteps as the two messed around, freshman nostalgia coursing through their smiles. It didn’t matter that the two hadn’t talked in nearly two years, rounding the start of the spring semester, all that did was the energy radiating between the two. A strange rhythm of the steps mixed with the buzzing of smiles brought comfort to both parties. 

“C’mon, you seriously didn’t know?” Ethan finally got out through his fit of laughter, easiness in the flow of conversation. You shook your head fighting the urge to laugh again, you blamed the alcohol, ignoring the factor that by now the two of you had been sober, only taking a few sips a couple of hours ago. 

“No, why didn’t you say anything?” you asked, just having discovered that the mysterious guy you had been texting the past few weeks turned out to be the boy you unknowingly kept blushing over the past hour. It turned out to be pretty anti-climactic, so apologies for not including it, but to summarize:

“I remember when you called me drunk out of your mind, professing your love to me” he continued to laugh but yours quickly died down, smile faltering soon after. Before this, you two were talking about all favorable previous times but this one made you stop in your tracks.

“What?” you swore you could feel your heart drop, trying to think back to all the times in freshman year drunk but quickly ran to the result of 0 times. The laughter had stopped, Ethan looked confused and you looked nearly ready to faint. 

“You called me. We’ve been texting,” he said, looking hesitant now, but you only kept raking your thoughts, going through everything until it finally hit your brain, almost embarrassingly slow, must be the alcohol. 

“Holy shit it's you” you blurted out with wide eyes. Of course, it was him. Him. Ethan. The universe either hates you or loves you at times and you couldn’t decide which emotion it was at the moment, whether this was a good or bad thing, all you knew was that your head was banging and the world kept spinning around you. 

He blinked, realization hitting him “You didn’t know?”

“I thought you didn’t either?” you could pull out your phone right now and show him all the texts that implied he didn’t know about you either, completely forgetting that on the day of the drunk dial, he had interpreted your voice the second he picked up. 

“I thought you were playing around” The two of you now stood in the hallway, looking dumbfounded at each other. 

“Why would I do that?” you silently exclaim, it was midnight and you didn’t want to wake any grumpy students. 

Yeah, fun times. You speak of it like it was years ago and not 10 minutes ago, you two laughed it off because, of course, it was him. The mysterious guy spoke the same and had the same teasing tone he would reserve for you and you only, you could now practically look back at the texts and see Ethan’s smile through them. It was so obvious. And you decided then it was a good thing. 

“Maybe you aren’t the smartest person I know” The laughter quieted down once again and by this point, you were engulfed in his scent, distance no longer in the same room as you found your room number. You shoved him playfully at his tease, only a side of his smile curved upwards and you suddenly found it difficult to breathe.

The silence as you two were standing outside your door felt like the two of you were secluded from the world, just gazing at each other for quiet moments until your lips parting sent the two of you out of your world. You forgot how strange that was, it wasn’t a common nor rare thing that occurred; it was strange but not… weird. 

“Will I see you more often now?” his voice was soft, almost gentle, never breaking eye contact with you and you wondered how that was possible because when you went to reply, your eyes looked down, 

“Yeah, if you’re up for it” Your head couldn’t wrap around the idea that he wanted to continue to have a friendship and go back to the way things were before you completely shut him off. You looked back up at him and you swore that you never witnessed anyone's eyes twinkle, always found it ridiculous how eyes were described in that manner, but here you are seeing his eyes glisten under the dim lighting of the hallway, crinkle under the pressure of his smile.

“‘Course I am” The response was casual but you two knew the excitement boiling down from this. You nodded, a large smile threatening to spill but you contained yourself, as the two of you departed, shutting the door behind him before resting your back against it, really getting a chance to listen to your heart make its nostalgic rhythm. 

But you couldn’t ruin it. 

Not now, not when you’ve already established a friendship with him. So you dug your feelings deep and hoped they never resurfaced. 

Easier said than done y/n. 

— the next day

“Are you serious?” Isabella barged in once again. One of these days you’ll sneak out your apartment keys from her bags but knowing that it wouldn’t do anything for her to get them back you flopped your head back into pillows, ready for another deep slumber you were rudely taken out of. “Y/n, this isn’t funny. Get up”

“What?” your voice came out muffled and you swore you could feel drool pooling on the edge of your pillow, dry drool on your chin. You rubbed your eyes, discovering the excess mascara and you groaned remembering how you nearly passed out last night after being dropped off. 

Ethan. Memories of last night flashed back and you nearly let out a giggle right there and then as you turned to your back. 

“Why didn’t you mention Ethan walking you back to your apartment last night?” she hit you with a pillow, frustration growing bursting your bubble of giddiness and you groaned once again. 

“You were with Mark,” you said shortly, looking over at her to observe her reaction and she only scowled, acting as if it wasn’t an excuse. “You wouldn’t have seen my text until afterward and seeing how you’re here in last night's clothes at” You look at the clock “7:00, you just left his place”

Her blush resurfaces, shoving a pillow at you for the 3rd time. A question quickly settled in your half-asleep brain.

“How’d you find out anyway?” you sit up, finally taking in most of your surroundings, those involving scattered papers and clothes you kept telling yourself you’d eventually get to. Isabella, without saying anything, pulls out her phone to scatter the evidence and shows you the doorbell camera catching the two of you. Instantly, you could feel your face heat up, realizing just how fawned you appeared over him. 

“Ew is that what I looked like?” you cringed, never wanting that video to resurface, wondering how you even set it off. Your hair had become frizzy—stupid midnight humid air—, your makeup slightly smudged, much worse now but at least you weren’t in front of the boy you once liked. 

“Shut up, you look fine” Isabella stood up, her hand tightening around her phone. You can’t help but smile, memories resurfacing as you tumbled to her before you loudly gasped, remembering the knowledge you gained last night. 

“Isa Isa Isa Isa” You jumped out of bed, wide awake now, repeating her name and she only grew confused, able to tell your growing excitement and grew excited with you but wasn’t sure why. 

“What what what” Her smile grew and you suddenly calmed down, taking a deep breath. “You can’t leave me hanging, what?!”

“Ethan is the guy I’ve been texting,” you say, breathless now from all the jumping around like teenage girls. Isabella shrieked and you had to take a step back before she shoved you away, it was her way of showing excitement, “No, this is terrible” You shoved her lightly and she furrowed her brows now, growing confused. 

“If you don’t stop with your overthinking. He likes you! You like him, what’s the problem now?” she was frustrated now, and if you were being honest you were too but you promised yourself last night you wouldn’t risk hurting the friendship again. 

She waited for your response but you only shrunk, knowing how stupid it would sound. “I don’t want to…” you couldn’t finish your sentence, afraid if you put it out into the universe, it will only entice it to make it occur. 

But she understood, seeing your conflicted expression, whispering a simple “okay”, she was the last person to judge her overcomplicated relationship but she couldn’t help but still feel a pang of frustration for her friend. 

Not leaving her so easily on the subject of last night, you asked her how it went and her smile grew, going on to ramble about how well it went and you smiled with her, sharing excitement and forgetting about your complications of last night, even if was just for a few minutes. You two shared a rested day, using the excuse to clean up your room and settle back down after the day, reaching for your phone that held minimal notifications. 

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Mom: are you coming this weekend or next?

But one stood out among the others, a text from Etham –  having just changed his contact – asking if you were free next weekend. You briefly looked through your calendar in hopes you had nothing planned to have an excuse to hang out with him and luckily you didn’t, just minimal studying. 

I am, why?

Way to make me ask you directly, y/n. 

Do you want to hang out this weekend?

You find yourself smiling at the texts, feeling a certain flutter blossom before you clear your throat, attempting to regain composure. 

I would love to :) 

I’ll pick you up at 6 then

You shut off your phone after that, a smile slowly stretching out again. You felt like a teenager again talking to her first crush and you couldn’t decide whether or not you hated it but the smile remained minimal this time. 

The week went by, no spottings of Ethan, and you found yourself blaming the campus for its size. The two of you would constantly check in on each other for the most random things, however, finding any excuse to talk to one another, and by the end of the week, you accepted the way your heart leaped at the sound of his text arriving. But still, you told yourself you wouldn’t act on it. Not anytime soon at least.

Isa took the last bit and ran with it, still believing the two of you had a shot no matter the number of times you tried to shoot the idea down. 

“Where are you two going anyway?” she asks, staying over on Friday night. The two of you tried being roommates again sophomore year but it complicated the friendship, spewing over the stupidest things so while you two don’t live together anymore, she constantly stays over. 

You shrug, looking over your closet, sighing once more at the minimal options, “he’s so cruel, he said he wanted it to be a surprise”. Isa smiled at your frustration, finding it adorable how you kept insisting it wasn’t a date but treated it the same. 

“The worst” she mocked, a smile stitched to her features, you could see it even with your back turned to her simply by her tone. Isa no longer tried to argue that you two were undeniably attracted to each other but rather leaned back and began to treat it like a soap opera. 

You tilt your head, giving the closet another angle, hoping something will pop out like it was made for this non-date that is very much a friendly hangout. Definitely. You finally decided on an outfit, one that accommodated most temperatures, not expecting much out of tomorrow. 

6 in the afternoon the following day arrived quicker than you had wanted, still fixing up your hair before you heard a knock. Soft curses as you hurry to put on your shoes, grabbing your phone before you open the front door, letting out a breath. 

“I forgot how punctual you are,” you said and he chuckled, finding it comical how you thought that because everyone else experienced the complete opposite. You locked your door behind you and looked back at him, really analyzing his outfit in order to gather an idea of where he’ll be taking you. 

He wore his navy blue long-sleeve, usually reserved for practice, and black sweatpants. You can’t help but furrow your brows, confused, asking “Did you get back from practice?”

Not wanting to ruin the surprise and not exactly lying, he just nodded, “something like that” should’ve been the first sign but your half-dazed state from rushing on getting ready didn’t notice it. 

“Can I at least get a hint?” You ask, rubbing your palms against your jeans, realizing just how much lotion you had put on, definetly no other reason. He shook his head, not giving in and you sighed. 

“It isn’t a far walk, maybe a block,” he said and you ran through all the different places that could be, stumped at the knowledge. A side of his mouth quirked up, already guessing what your mind was running through, “Don’t start guessing, just let me lead” 

“Right, that helps,” you say sarcastically, rolling your eyes and he laughs, the sound echoing the hallway. He knew how much of a leader you were so allowing anyone to lead the way usually ended with you being anxious the entire time. A lack of trust did that. 

Yet, you allowed him to anyway, following his steps, your head not rushing at the ideas anymore, just trying to enjoy the moment as the field cleared, not as many students present, most having already left for spring break and you couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter from being secluded with him. You thought you had grown accustomed to it, all those times alone in the library finishing up the project or studying, but that seemed to deem itself impossible. 

Not long after, you two arrived and you only realized once Ethan stopped in his tracks. 

“The ice rink?” you ask, a quirk of an eyebrow, intrigued but confused and Ethan just turned to you, a smile that had you feeling a bit nervous, your stomach flipping. 

“You said you always wanted to learn” he grabbed your hand before you could argue and while you wanted to pull toward the opposite direction, the contact between the two of you had distracted you enough to follow him. 

“You remember that?” You ask, surprised at his memory from freshman year when he was talking about hockey and you shared your admiration for skating, saying how you wished you had learned when you were younger. You weren’t threatening to pull away anymore but that didn’t stop Ethan from keeping a hold of your hand, instead intertwining them and you felt your stomach erupt butterflies. 

“I remember everything you say” his simple words had you feeling warm all over, you were only glad he was the one in front and hadn’t turned to you for a while. You press your other hand to your cheeks, trying to cool them down which only works minimally while he is busy on getting the door unlocked. 

“Is this even allowed?” you can’t help but ask, the risk of getting caught still making you hesitant but he only tugged you inside and let go of your hand, swinging it back to your side. 

“Don't worry, I told them I was just going to practice by myself after the team's practice” he shrugged as if lying wasn’t such a terrible thing. You eyed him, giving in once more as I followed him. “I rented skates for you. Remember, I’ll be here. Don’t feel too scared and if you feel like you’ll fall either way, squat”

“Right” you nodded, your heart pounding as you sat on one of the chairs, tying your skates. He briefly checked them before giving you the thumbs up, entering the ice rink first. “Ethan, I don’t know if this is a”

“Don’t finish that thought, y/n. Trust me” he had his hand reached out to you, patiently waiting for you to take it and you looked down at the skates, praying to anyone who would hear that you wouldn’t end up in the emergency room over this. His voice turned gentle, “Hey. I got you, remember?”

Your eyes found his again, laying down your fears, and stepped on the ice with your hand on top of his. You tried taking your first step but nearly slipped, Ethan’s arm coming around your back, his hand burning a hole through your shirt, feeling his tight hold on your waist. 

He gave you a small smile “I got you” he repeated, his hand tightening around yours and you pulled yourself away from his waist hold, standing beside him now. “If you need to grip on the walls, don’t hesitate to, okay?”

You only nodded, feeling your face heat up as you looked down at the ice beneath your blades. Breathing in deeply, trying so hard to calm down the rapid rhythm of your heart. 

“Let’s start with marching,” he said softly and you looked at him, time standing still for a moment before his lips curved in that familiar comforting smile, his feet moved slowly, making smaller steps, accommodating for your own and you followed, at times losing your balance but the second you began to wobble, his hands found you, helping you steady yourself. 

The two of you made small conversation, still focused on your steps before they soon turned to small gliding, a smile stained on your face as you realized that you were skating. Not the best but you still were on ice without falling face-first. Ethan remained at your pace, small glides as his hand never left yours, feeling your nerves dissipate as his encouraging demeanor turned more of pride for your small achievements on the ice. 

He admired you for silent moments while you looked down, admiring how your legs moved at ease. His smile dropped a fraction, his heart thundering at how you looked, a cute smile on your features, imagining how he would do anything to keep it there. Under the rink lights, you were out of your comfort zone and he had never found you so beautiful. So outstanding, persistent, and determined. You could’ve stopped at any point when you fell the couple of times you did but instead, you stood back up and tried harder than before. 

“What is it?” your voice was soft, he shook his head, realizing just how long he had been staring at you for, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink and you’d be lying if you thought you didn’t notice. After all, he held the same effect on you. 

“It’s nothing” he brushed it off, instinctively loosening his hand from yours, excusing it as letting you glide on your own. Your hand balled into a fist while he stretched out before putting it in his pocket. Don’t say it. Don’t say it. “I don’t want to be your friend, y/n”

Your heart felt like it had stopped just then. Hearing those words nearly cracked your heart, you swore you heard it. “Oh… yeah. I get that” A frown tugged at your lips. Of course, he wouldn’t want to be friends with you. You had stupidly broken this friendship for the dumbest reason years ago, it would make sense how he wouldn’t forgive you for that. He stood a couple of feet from you now, silent as you said what you guessed would be your final words to him “I guess I’ll get going now”

“Y/n,” he said your name before you could even turn around and you stayed in your spot. “I didn’t mean I don’t want to be your friend. I meant I don’t want to just be your friend.”

You lost all words that you had practiced, telling him how you understood but instead, your lips parted and closed like a gaping fish. “What are you saying…” you asked but you knew damn well what he meant, you just refused to believe the idea that he’d like you as anything more than a friend. 

“I heard about how you… didn’t want to tell me how you felt because you thought somehow that it would ruin our chances of being friends again.” he stood now only a foot away, his jaw clenched, looking down at you. “You couldn’t have been more wrong.”

And if it wasn’t for him pulling you into a kiss that massacred all thoughts, you might’ve interrogated him about how he had found out. His hands cradled your face, while yours wrapped themselves slowly to his wrists, wanting to keep his touch where you swore they belonged. 

You never thought you’d be sharing a kiss in the middle of an ice rink with your freshman friend, that you promised yourself you’d never fall for. Easier said than done, y/n. Easier said than done. 

You later found out who exactly told him. Isa confessed and while you threatened to drop your friendship with her if she ever thought of doing that again, you told the story like it was engraved into your memories, secretly thanking her for the last couple of weeks. 

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Foxy and little star

Nyx Acheron x reader

Words: about 1.3k words

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, public places, sassy cousin ;)

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DAY 8: Public Sex

"Nyx, not here, everyone will see us." You whisper in his ear as you feel his lips on your neck, and already you feel your common sense failing.

"Even better, so they will all know that you are mine, and mine alone." Comments the young prince of Night, as he confidently and quickly lifts your hips to place your legs around his waist.

You know it's a silly idea, and that anyone could walk down this hallway into the Court of Nightmares at any moment, but right now it seems like the least of the problems, too busy to get to the pleasure you've been craving since you set foot in the Throne Room.

It's been almost a year now that you and Nyx have been dating, but you both still haven't had the courage to tell your parents because it hasn't seemed easy to even tell your friends, let alone tell the High Lord and High Lady of the Night Court and the High Lord of the Autumn Court.

Immediately your mind, which had been lost in these details, comes back down to earth at feeling your beloved, taking off your panties, the only barrier dividing you at this moment. His lips are still on your neck, so eager, you pull him by the hair and match your mouth with his, hungry to taste the flavor of his lips. Still caught in that kiss, you feel him bring his cock toward your entrance. He pulls away slightly and gasps for you.

"Are you ready?" He asks, looking at you with his amethyst-colored eyes that first made you fall in love.

"Hurry up and show me the stars, little star, we don't have much time." You respond, kissing his nose, then his chin, and then his neck to leave the same marks he had left on you.

"As my lady wishes." He replies, before pushing his member inside you. You feel you can really touch the sky with your finger at that same moment. The pleasure your body feels is indescribable, and you find yourself biting hard on his shoulder to keep the sounds of your moans from echoing through the corridors of that cursed city and all his subjects from hearing the name of the one who causes you so much pleasure.

"By Mother, Foxy, when I saw you come in in this dress, I thought I cum at that same moment." Confesses Nyx, as she increases the speed of her thrusts, making you scratch even harder at the midnight blue jacket she is wearing this evening.

"That makes two of us starlets, you don't know how much I wanted to throttle all those bimboes in front of me who were commenting on how damn good-looking and sexy you look in this jacket, which shows off your whole body." You whisper, tugging at his hair again to make your gaze meet his. "Then I remembered who would have the pleasure of rolling around in the covers with you, moaning your name, kissing and biting you, and leaving the marks of his ownership tonight, and I pitied those poor fools." You continue, as you hear him let out a sigh of pleasure.

"Well, we're not exactly between silk sheets love." He comments, as he feels the walls of your pussy squeeze him tightly, letting him know that he is only a short time away from experiencing that extreme pleasure you have been waiting for so long.

"The night is still long, little star." You comment, with a groan, as you tighten your legs even tighter around her waist. "Nyx, I'm going to-"

"I know Foxy, let go and cum for me." He whispers, as you tip your head back against the cold wall of the hallway, and let shivers run through your body caused by both the contact of the cold wall with your warm body and the orgasm your lover causes you. You curl your toes as from your mouth like a prayer that only the two of you know begins to fall his panting name.

Nyx, shortly after you also reaches pleasure, releasing all his hot seed inside you, just in time, because you hear footsteps coming from the beginning of the hallway.

You are not yet totally lucid, still under the effect of the 'mind-blowing orgasm you had a few seconds ago, when you see Hecate, Nyx's cousin, appear.

"Are you all right? You've been missing forever, and we thought one had been sick." She comments worriedly, then changes her expression to a questioning one. "What are you doing here together? The last time you saw each other you swore to kill each other if one even felt the same oxygen as the other." She asks with a smirk as she looks at her cousin, who not so surreptitiously gives her a middle finger.

"Foxy felt sick and I was giving her a hand to go toward the bathroom to freshen up." Nyx lies, as she wraps an arm around your waist. You play along with him and pretend you can't stand, which isn't entirely untrue because after the pleasure the boy gave you, you only partially feel your legs.

Hecate nodded and headed back the way she came, making us believe she had bought that poor excuse we had made up, saying she would tell the others, and then pausing, just before disappearing from our sight and commenting with a smirk.

"However guys, next time if I were you, I would be more careful about leaving your personal items, like your "Foxy" panties, which are hanging from the chandelier above you." Immediately you look up and see that your friend is right. You feel your cheeks grow hot as you can't find the courage to look her in the eye. "I hope you used protection, I'm too young to be an aunt." She finishes before walking away and leaving us alone again.

"Well what can I say, we had almost succeeded." Nyx finally comments, chuckling, as with a gesture, shadows bring the underpants that were hanging from the chandelier into his hand. You snatch them out of his hand, before putting them back on, and immediately punch him lightly in the chest.

"This is for being so profligate and not taking my advice." You say, and before he can complain about what you told him. "And this is for the best orgasm of my life." You say before you kiss him, passionately and deeply. You feel his warm lips dance on yours, before pulling away to catch your breath.

"And I who for a moment had doubted our date tonight, to make your dream come true." He comments, chuckling after again feeling another light punch from you on his chest.

BONUS (I know, I could make oneshots just for bonuses :) )

"And who was right again?" Hecate says, humming as she approaches the most powerful group of people in all of Prythian, who look at her bored, others laughing.

Eris approaches, high-fiving her as her Uncle Rhys, not very happily, tosses her a coin that you, he and the High Lord of Autumn had bet on the relationship between their two sons.

"Never mess with an Acheron." Commented the girl's mother, Nesta, as she watched her giggling, recounting the scene to all who were present.

"Believe me, I know honey." Cassian whispers, tightening his arm around his wife's waist, then returning to his daughter's tale.

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Hi, me again! Can I suggest an Anakin or Fives (your choice) fic, where the reader is a singer and DJ at 79’s and their latest song is about him?

If you need a song for this, I got you:

(Ignore DaBaby’s rap for this fic, you can use Camila’s verses instead)

Hello again!

Of course I can! (I love the song btw)

[Anakin Skywalker x gn!reader]: If you kiss me, I might let it happen

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Summary:

Anakin is forced by his battalion (Fives mainly) to join in for a drink at 79's. As he talks to the clones, he spots you, singing a song he feels connected to.

WARNINGS: Drinking, alcohol, swearing, flirty reader, flirty Anakin, Anakin being a mess, suggestive if you squint, and just a little bit of tension. I don't know what I'm doing, it's 1 am and I want to sleep. I'll edit it tomorrow :p

Requested by: @kombatkid

I'm having a bad time learning how to write Anakin so please forgive me if it's a bit ooc :/

Enjoy!

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"It's literally 79's, not a Council meeting, sir." Fives implied.

Anakin leaned on the wall, thoughtful as he wondered if he should join his squad on a night at the bar, 79's, or not.

"I don't know, Fives. I already got reprimanded last time by the Council." He responded.

The clone rolled his eyes, and Jesse came in to try convince him.

"Come on, General. I heard from other clones that the singer you met last time is coming." The other clone chimed, smiling.

Anakin sighed, defeated. Yes, when he went for the first time to 79's, you had caught his eye. Quite literally as he had been mesmerized by your voice.

Eventually, he agreed. Just because he was feeling tired (and absolutely didn't want to hear you again-).

...

Upon arriving at 79's, Anakin realised how crowded it was. He sat down on a table with Rex, Fives and Echo.

"Are you sure you got the date right?" Echo asked.

Fives scoffed. "Of course I do."

The other clone rolled his eyes.

While the two clones fought, Anakin searched for your presence. You were definitely inside the bar, and he figured you'd be changing or practicing or just relaxing before a performance.

"Will you two stop it?" Rex asked, sighing.

"Not until I convince Echo that I didn't get the date wrong!" Fives complained.

"It's not the first time you've gotten a date wrong." Echo implied.

Anakin rolled his eyes. He started to regret that he agreed to go to 79's, yet he grabbed himself a drink and stared at nothing as other clones started entering the bar.

He did not realise a melody had started playing and someone had showed up in the small stage.

"They say he likes a good time

My, oh my

He comes alive at midnight

Every night"

He snapped out of his thoughts when Echo gently nudged his shoulder.

"They're on stage." He whispered.

The Chosen one's head instantly turned, and gazed at you.

"My mama doesn't trust him

My, oh my

He's only here for one thing, but

So am I"

He felt his cheeks go red as your eyes locked on his for a split second, before you walked out of the scenario to sway towards each desk.

He heard Fives ask the bartender for another drink, while the Jedi just stared at you longingly. You seemed to leave his desk for last, as you had started from the other side.

"A little bit older

A black leather jacket

A bad reputation

Insatiable habits"

Anakin gulped, as his eyes followed your every move. What was happening to him? It was wrong for the Jedi Code to feel the sensation he was feeling.

That feeling, however, the feeling of anticipation, the feeling of a shiver running down his spine as your voice filled his eardrums was like no other. And it was the same feelings as the ones he felt when he agreed to show up at 79's a few weeks prior.

The Jedi's heart was about to exit his chest as you approached closer.

"He was onto me,

one look and I couldn't breathe

Yeah, I said, "If you kiss me

I might let it happen" "

A nervous sigh left his lips, as Fives nudged him.

"It was worth it, eh?" He implied.

"Yeah, sure." He replied, dismissively. Even though he knew it had been absolutely worth it.

However, one side of him wanted to talk to you after the 'show'. The other side of him begged for Anakin to leave and return to the Temple and forget about all of this. Because he would be in trouble.

His eyes locked on yours again, and you smirked.

"I swear on my life that I've been a good girl

Tonight, I don't wanna be her"

You winked an eye at him, and went back to the stage.

"He says he likes a good time

My, oh my

He comes alive at midnight

Every night"

He muttered something between the words of 'I need some air.' to Echo before he got up and headed towards the door of 79's. It was too much for the young Jedi.

"My mama doesn't trust him

My, oh my

He's only here for one thing, but

So am I"

Anakin's hand rested on the doorknob, as he felt your words being directed at him. He knew it, and he felt it. And when claps and screams filled the bar, he knew it was his cue to get some air.

He had not noticed, however, that your eyes followed his every move.

Once outside, the Jedi leaned on a wall and sighed. He wouldn't call it sensory overload, but he did get a bit sensitive with all the noises. He crossed his arms, thinking.

He didn't notice that you were behind him, and startled him.

"Holy- stars! What- are you doing here?!" He asked, still very much surprised.

You laughed at his reaction.

"Sorry. I saw you leaving so I sneaked out of the crowd to try find you." You replied, with a small smile.

At this, Anakin was dumbfounded.

"Why would you be looking for me?"

You smirked, amused at his reaction.

"I know you were here last time, and you're here today. We don't know eachother, but you've caught my eye." You replied.

For some reason, a wave of confidence and adrenaline ran through Anakin's veins.

"Have I?" He asked, in a more flirtatious tone.

You nodded. "You have."

To this, he responded with a light chuckle.

"I don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm Anakin Skywalker." He said, with a playful reverence. "Pleasure to meet you."

You extended your hand.

"Pleasure to meet you too."

You leaned on the wall.

"I must say, that was a great performance." He chimed, staring at you.

"It was just a performance." You shrugged.

Anakin chuckled. "You really can't accept a compliment, can you?" He said, shooting closer as he raised an eyebrow.

"Coming from you, I don't think I will." You teased, placing your hands on your hips.

He let out a huff.

"Playing hard to get, are we?"

You hummed in response, leaning closer. Your hands rested at the sides of the wall, his body between your arms. "Maybe I am."

Ignoring his blushing face, he licked his lips once he realised you were dangerously close to him, and more than you already were.

His body acted on his own, and his fingers wrapped around your chin, lifting it up.

"The first time I came here, I was captivated by your voice. And I'm going to be transparent here, I really want to hear you sing again. It was beautiful." He said.

This time, you were the one to blush. You had also been captivated by the young, mysterious man. It was the first time you had ever felt like this, and you were willing to give in to the feeling.

"I'll sing. I'll sing for you." You told him, in a whisper.

Maybe it was the spotchka he had drank, maybe it was the heat of the moment that wasn't letting him think straight, but his lips crashed with yours in a very much passionate and long-awaited kiss.

You gladly kissed back, closing your eyes and placing your hands on his hips.

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"So, uh- what are we doing about them?" Echo asked, as him and Fives waited for a cab, staring at both of you.

Fives hummed.

"Not tell the Jedi Council about it?" He replied.

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea." Echo said.

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hello! Idk if you’re still doing siren requests but could you do a siren x reader where reader is a hero but a more captain puffy type hero than dream team hero and they were best friends at school, but completely oblivious to each others’ identities? I’m not sure, this is a more vague one. But just an idea, you don’t have to do it if you don’t want :)

"Just A Hero and a Villain Catching Up"

pairing • siren x hero!reader 1967 words • 9.25.23 containing • reader and wilbur are long term besties, reader doesn't really like being a hero, tommy teasing wilbs and reader my masterlist ~! ღ mrs. mania ღ on Tumblr

"You're my best friend, but I've been keeping a secret from you. Little did I know, you've been keeping a secret from me."

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“Alright, team, I think we did amazing work here!” Dream exclaimed as he held the once stolen artifact in his hand with pride. I breathed a sigh of exhaustion as the other heroes cheered. Dream looked at me, held tilted with his beady stare through his mask. As the other heroes congratulated and supported one another, he approached me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“We’re doing a good thing here, Nymph. We protected an ancient piece of art, and we should be proud of the work we did.” He reassured, rubbing my shoulder. I let out a small grumble as I fiddled with my sleeves.

“Yeah, but didn’t Eastside’s museum get robbed too last week? Only two heroes showed up, and that was including me who volunteered to go.” I questioned. I looked up at him, staring at his smiling mask. He returned the gaze blankly without saying a word.

Dream broke the silence before letting a loud sigh that sounded almost annoyed. My eyebrows furrowed under my mask. “We both know that the headquarters aren’t exactly on our side sometimes,” He said. “but that isn’t necessarily in our control.” I didn’t say anything in response. Instead I brushed his hand off of my shoulder and checked my watch.

“Oh, shit,” I mumbled. Dream tilted his head curiously. I turned to him, pointing at my watch. “I have to go, but I’ll check in at HQ before midnight. See you, Dream.” Before I could hear or see his farewell goodbye, I formed a cloud so that I could fly away from the scene. As I glided through the city from West End to Eastside, I stared at the sky, thinking to myself.

I feel like I haven’t been the best friend to Wil.

And it’s not because we’ve been barely seeing each other, or we don’t joke around like how we used to when we were in high school, but it’s because I’ve been keeping this huge secret.

It’s not something I can just confess and get over with. No, no. I trust and love Wil with all my heart, but if he ever figured out my identity, that would put him in grave danger. I could never live with myself if I knew something happened to him all because I couldn’t keep one little detail about me.

So I kept my mouth shut.

It’s been months since we sat down and talked to each other because of how busy we were. The moment I’m free is the moment he has to go to an important meeting. The moment he’s free I’m searching through the whole city looking for runaway villains. But after months of planning in advance, we were finally able to schedule a whole afternoon to ourselves at the local cafe in Eastside.

I go to the Cloudy Cafe every so often to catch up with my past mentor, Puffy. She taught me in her final years of being a hero before retiring. My cloud slowly evaporated away as I landed safely behind the cafe building. Using a spare key she gave me, I unlocked the door and retrieved my backpack that was hidden into some storage shelves. I changed into some casual fitted clothes before stuffing my mask and costume into my bag , leaving the backroom, and locking the door behind me. Before I turned the corner, I noticed a familiar bright yellow sweater and mess of brown hair running into the cafe, followed by a blonde boy wearing a red and white shirt. With a raised eyebrow, I let them run into the cafe first before following in a minute later.

I was welcomed to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods. The blonde boy I saw run in earlier was talking to Puffy, who was sat at a circular table in the corner of the cafe. Deciding that I’ll just talk to her later, I scanned the cafe, finally finding Wilbur sitting at a two person table with his laptop out. He was panting with his face a little red from exhaustion. Pushing my curiousity aside, I walked up to his table while smiling.

“Wilbur!” I exclaimed. Immediately his head perked up and a huge smile formed on his face.

“(y/n)!” He beamed. Wilbur stumbled up. His tall figure nearly towered over mine as he engulfed me in his long, lengthy limbs. Giggling, I wrapped my arms around his torso and buried myself into his chest. after a moment of us snuggled into each other’s warmth, I pulled away, looking at his face.

“I haven’t seen your face in literally so long! Did you get handsomer?” I joked. Wilbur flushed, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“Eh, you could say that.” He said bashfully. We both took our seats at our table. Wil closed his laptop and placed it in his bag. I placed my backpack under the table to leave us with more room on the table. He sat across from me with his hands folded onto the surface. “Seriously, how have you been, (y/n)? Has work been treating you well?” He asked.

I bit my tongue from letting out a tired huff. A bit of me wanted to unravel all my stress onto him, raving about how tiring this workforce is and how I feel as if this system isn’t as innocent as we’re made to believe. But instead, I just shook my head.

“It’s… Alright.” I managed out. Instantly, Wil saw right through me.

“Oh? I know that tone, y’know. C’mon, spit it out.” He teased. His hand trailed around to where my hands were sprawled out. I sighed, a little annoyed that he still knows how to decipher pieces of me.

“It’s just… It’s not exactly what I signed up for, y’know? I thought it would be about doing good for the world, but if anything, I think we’re doing worse.” I ranted, using my hands a little to convey my words. He sat and stared at me; eyebrows furrowed as he concentrated. “I don’t know. Sometimes I want to leave, but the other times I feel like I could make a change. Lately, it’s been feeling hopeless though, y’know?”

My fingers quickly pressed against my lips, realizing that I was probably saying too much. Wil, in turn, nodded, as if understanding my words. “Yeah, I know what you’re talking about. Where did you say you work at again?” He asked.

“I— Uh— Just some human services organization that helps aid people and things like that.” I said, waving my hand off. I watched his expression soften, as if he was relieved to hear my words. I smiled reassuringly at him.

“Order for Wilby and his lovely, oh so loved partner!” The blonde barista called out from behind the counter. With an audible groan, Wilbur got up from his seat and trotted over to the counter. He quietly lectured the blonde boy as he just smiled cheekily. Once he was finished, he returned to our table with one iced coffee and one hot coffee.

“Sorry about that,” he chuckled. He slid the ice coffee order to me, in which I happily took a sip from. He took his seat in front of me, placing his cup on the table. “That’s my brother, Tom. He’s an odd one honestly.” I titled my head curiously.

“You have another brother? I thought it was just you, Techno, and Phil.” I noted.

“Ah, well,” he took a sip of his coffee before speaking again. “He was a new addition only like a couple months ago. It’s been a crazy year honestly.” He laughed. “Speaking of family, you should come by our house sometime soon to say hi.”

“Oh, absolutely!” I grinned. “I would love to spar with Techno again, or even just hearing stories from Phil.”

“Great!” He replied. “Oh, you just came from West End, right?”

I hummed in response, curious as to where this was going. “Yeah, why?” I asked.

He hesitated a bit, his lips briefly thinning before speaking. “I was wondering if you caught a glimpse of the fight near the museum. I heard it was kinda big.”

Oh, you mean the fight I was just in fifteen minutes ago that nearly led to some building collapsing and dozens of people injured?

“Oh, yeah!” I fiddled with the ends of my sleeve. “I saw a glimpse of it, but not much. If anything it was just the cause of my traffic.” I chuckled. My leg rapidly shook from under the table. Wilbur I beg, please be oblivious just this once.

Wil smiled before looking out the window. “Yeah, I caught a little bit of it too as we were headed here. Nymph really was causing a huge storm! Nearly scared the crap out of me from all that thunder.” My heart stopped at the mere mention of my superhero name. The identity I didn’t want him knowing.

“Ah, yeah, it was a giant.” I smiled. “I heard she was causing such a storm to muffle out Siren’s commands.” I commented, which wasn’t a lie. Siren was about to unleash a load of commands to brainwash all of the heroes fighting, so in an act of quick thinking, I summoned a huge storm with thunder so that no one could hear his voice.

“Well, Siren is pretty cool like that,” Wil laughed. Though something about it seemed… Fake in a way. His shoulders were tensed up and he refused to make eye contact. But maybe I was just looking too into it. “What do you think of the Syndicate? If you don’t mind me asking.” He turned to me now with his head resting in his palm. I leaned back in my chair, thinking about what to say.

“I think the Syndicate gets more exaggerated than they really are on media.” I said blankly. Wil raised an eyebrow, as if asking me to continue on. I took a sip from my drink before speaking again. My eyes glued onto my hands as I rubbed my own knuckles. “Well, nobody really stops and interviews the Syndicate about why they do their crimes, now do they? Maybe it’s just the little conspiracy theorist in me, but I feel like media hides the truth behind the rivalry of the Syndicate and Heroes Society.” I shrugged. When I looked up, Wil had the expression of a sweet puppy tilting his head out of curiosity. If I didn’t have any self-control, I would’ve expressed my admiration for such an adorable sight. Instead, I returned the tilted head gesture.

“Pff, what?” I chuckled as my hair cascaded down my shoulder. Wil hummed before returning his head posture back to normal.

“Nothing. It’s just you don’t really hear about people trying to understand the Syndicate. It’s really interesting.” He smiled. He has this glossy look in his eyes that almost sparkled.

“Ah, well,” I reached over the table, shaking my near empty drink. “it looks like my coffee is almost done. Let’s say we get out of here and walk along the pier or something?” I suggested.

Wil looked at me before turning his gaze to the blonde boy behind the counter. In the least subtle way possible, the barista was pointing at the back of his throat while making gagging noises. He scoffed at the sight before returning that beautiful gaze of his to me.

“I would love to, but first, let me go beat up Tom over there.

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a / n ~ sleepy mania over here. hope you guys enjoyed. thank you sososo much for the support! sorry i havent updated my masterlists though. trying to get more organized. reblogs, replies, even likes are super duper appreciated!

[mantis-dea]

When a Good Deed Causes a Series of Unexpected Events - Chapter 1 - The Encounter

As a general rule in a large city, you should MYOB - Mind Your Own Business. Of course, who would've thought calling a man an ambulance and giving him your umbrella would leave to something called Stands. Definitely not you.

My first Tumblr post! My blog will be fanfics, mostly JoJo's Bizarre Adventure and maybe Overwatch. Not sure if I will take requests yet.

For this story, I don't know how fast chapters will be coming out, nor do I know how many chapters it will have. I do want to say that, so far, this story in progress has over 10k words.

It's my first fanfic I'll be publishing, and a lot of it is just me going with the flow. I'll let you know if previous chapters have changed and what changed. Feedback is welcomed!

As you stand inside the old brick building, you watch pellets of water race down the glass windows, creating a blurry kaleidoscope of colors. You hear a distant low rumble of thunder, a reminder of the powerful storm raging outside. It’s been three days since you last caught a glimpse of the moon, hidden behind the thick veil of clouds that have been crying down on the city. This relentless downpour had transformed the streets into shallow rivers, and it seemed like the storm had no intention of relenting.

But you were grateful for the shelter of the building. It's a familiar haven from the relentless rain—a place where you've found solace amid the chaos of Lapalton's changing seasons. You decide not to think too much about the storm and to enjoy the soothing sound of the rain tapping against the windows. It's a comforting backdrop to the cacophony of voices and clinking glasses that fill the bar tonight.

“Why?” The drunkard’s wording slurred, “Why? Why did she leave me?”

You continue to clean a wine glass with a towel, your focus on your task. Such outbursts are common among the last-call patrons, and you’ve learned not to take it personally. But when he places a crinkled hand on top of yours and starts rubbing, you feel a surge of discomfort. You try to pull away, but he tightens his grip.

“Sir, please let go,” you say calmly, unsure if he’ll even pay heed to your comment.

Instead, he starts mumbling about how he can’t find someone like you who’s good at “care.” You raise an eyebrow at his words, having not a clue on what he’s even muttering about.

When he finally notices the deafening silence, he releases your hand and stands up. “You’re too fat for my taste anyways,” he mutters, stumbling towards the door, leaving no tip.

No. Tip.

Bartending for the rich is great, they said. It pays well, they said. High end bar, my ass. I’m barely pulling $10 a night in tips.

Several months back, you used to work at a small hotel. Checking people in, reserving rooms, and even sometimes cleaning the questionably wet bed sheets. There, you overheard your coworkers gossiping about Maria, a coworker who quit her job and became a high-class bartender, making six figures. The words “six figures” were all you needed to hear. You quit all your jobs without two weeks’ notice once you surprisingly got a job at SPW, a high-end bar in one of the biggest cities in America.

That hype immediately faded on day three.

Sure, your salary did increase, but it surely was not the six figures you were promised. You know what did increase? Your hatred for the wealthy. They constantly brag about being rich, but they can’t spare you a few dollars? The rare time you do get tipped fairly is if they bring a party with them; they only tip as a power move to show just how wealthy and considerate they are to their group.

After cleaning up the bar, you grab your things, open your umbrella, and lock the doors. Unfortunately for you, buses run less frequently past midnight, and it is currently two-thirty in the morning. So, your options are to either take the thirty-two-minute walk or wait an hour at the bus stop that is about two blocks away where drug addicts hang out.

You trudge through the pouring rain.

Walking home in this fucking sucks.

You do love rain, just not when you have to walk through it at two-thirty in the morning after a twelve-hour shift.

Surprisingly, you reach your block five minutes faster than usual. The motivation to make it home made you walk faster. All you wanted to do was sleep.

In the distance, you spot a familiar sight – an unconscious man leaning against the aged brick walls, slumping over. You live on the less fortunate side of the city, near the slums. The disoriented drug addicts, wandering drunkards, and the frequent thievery and robberies make this area one of the worse areas to live, but the inexpensive rent of a decently size apartment is a major selling point for you. Luckily, all the crazies you’ve encountered so far have been relatively harmless. Still, you’re always on edge whenever you pass one.

If people were amidst a drug exchange or passed out drunk, you’d wait it out; unless they overdosed, they typically don’t stay for more than half an hour. However, tonight, you don’t care. You don’t feel like waiting for this one to get up and go. The weather is abhorred, and you’re drenched, cold, dirty, and exhausted. A steaming hot shower and a good night’s rest sounds like heaven right about now.

You proceed with caution and approach. You were planning to just ignore him. However, your bafflement got the best of you. You halt and squat down to stare at the young man before you. Despite the alleyway being dimly lit, the man’s golden, disheveled hair shines like a polished gold bar. He looks around to be your age – early 20s. His expensive-looking black suit and pants consist of many cuts and scuffs; it seems as though he got into a fight with someone.

 You lean forward and take a whiff.

“Well, he’s not drunk.”

You put a hand to his nose; you feel a light puff of air. Then, you pull up both his tattered sleeves. No track marks. No injuries.

Your eyebrows furrow. This man is mysterious and sketchy. Mysterious because he’s hot and looks innocent. Sketchy because he’s in a not-so-good area in this awful weather, unconscious of all things. He looks like he got into a fight, but he’s completely uninjured.

I bet he’s part of an Italian mafia. Like that movie, Godfather.

You shot up and stumble back when you hear a small grumble from him. You stay deathly still for a minute, readying to bounce if need be. However, the man eyes never opened.

You let out a small sigh of relief. You feel terrible as he sits knocked out in a dirty alleyway in the rain. You truly do want to help him. However, you don’t know him. You don’t know who’s after him. Why he ended up here in the first place. It’s too dangerous to assume he’s a good person. Still, you did not want to leave him like this. You place an umbrella over the man and call for an ambulance before heading in the direction of your apartment.

Your apartment complex is unique – there is no main indoor lobby where you could chat with the landlord and take an elevator up to your floor. No, instead, you must walk up a flight of questionably rusty metal stairs to get to the door of your apartment. Fortunately, you are only on the 3rd floor and not the 13th floor.

You unlock the door to your apartment. The exterior would fool anyone into believing that the old building is rack and ruined. It may or may not potentially fail a building inspection, but the apartments - well at least yours - are very clean. The complex is a bit expensive for the area, but much cheaper compared to the inner city, meaning there are more people like you and less addicts living within the flats. Though, the smell of weed does pass by from time to time.

When you step into your apartment, a familiar, rubber, black mat greets you. You bend down to untie your dress shoes and place them neatly in the small compartment beside you. Your studio apartment is spacious. Hidden in some parts of your white walling are large storage compartments. You had a white sliding door that disconnects and reconnects the kitchen area from the rest of the living room. A black metal staircase to the left leads you to your bed. Very spacious indeed, but dark. Your only window is the one next to the entry door; though, at least it’s a large window. Another feature located to the left of your door is the bathroom that harbors a washer and dryer.

Turning the handle of your bathroom door, you hear the familiar click as it opens. You reach for the shower handle and, after a few moments of finicking, water streams down from the showerhead. As you shed your clothes and step into the shower, the hot water soothes your tired body, and a contented sigh escapes your lips. Thoughts of your job as a bartender, with its challenges posed by wealthy patrons, linger in your mind. Being a bartender has its moments of fun, but it's also filled with frustrations, and you can't help but think about the high turnover rate in your line of work. People can be demanding, and the pay is barely above the minimum yearly salary.

You dry yourself off, slip on a pair of warm pajamas, and head to bed. Usually, you would sit down and do at least an hour of assignments for your classes, but you are not in the mood today.

Your eyes flutter open. Stifling a groan, you sit up and pull out your flip phone from under your pillow.

9:42 a.m.

March 11th, 2008.

Normally, you’d sleep for a few more hours. However, your kitchen is starving; you have not gone grocery shopping for the past two weeks because you’ve been so caught up with work. Your boss proposed higher pay if you willingly worked from opening to closing this entire week. Of course, you outright rejected. Then, he countered with time-and-a-half. There was no hesitation when you told him, “Bet.”

Even with your 5’2” stature, the loft area of your apartment is too petite for a proper stretch. You slowly climb down your ladder to prepare for the day ahead.

After eating an instant mac-and-cheese microwave bowl, you put on your shoes, and head out. As you walk down the metal staircase, you notice the absence of the young man from last night. A pang of guilt courses through you as you think of the condition you left him in. You’re hopeful an ambulance came to give him the care he needs.

As you tread by where the young man was, you suddenly catch sight of something. Something that smitten you instantly. Amidst the dark, dank alley, something in the distance shines with an otherworldly brilliance, beckoning you closer. There is no resistance; you mindlessly walk towards the light, until you’re standing right in front it. Your head tilts. It’s still unclear as to what it is; the intense shine blocks the view. You reach out towards the light.

A sudden, searing pain has you screeching at the top of your lungs. You’re quick to clasp a hand over your mouth to muffle your screams of agony. Your body suddenly felt heavy, and you began to sweat excessively. The world seems to be spinning around you at a rapid pace. Something is not right, you thought, just as your legs buckle. You crumble to the ground.

[grimmeghoulz]

Hello! May I make a nsfw request? Reader and Terzo haven't seen each other for weeks bc of the tour, and now they have lost time to make up for. Male or GN reader, please. -🐏

that was quick as hell- let's go!

(features: terzo x male reader, soft love, ghoul reader, established relationship, terzo has a cat, NSFW, words of affirmation, comfort, LONG POST)

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The Ministry's dark corridors are lit with gentle moonlight, the stained glass windows breathing colour into the soft beams, a sight only you get to experience as the Ministry's head ghoul.

The endless tack-tacking of your typewriter is the only thing keeping you company in the late hours of the night, occasionally interrupted by Terzo's cat, Lilly, mewling for food and tearing the leg of your trousers apart for attention. Tonight, however, as you were planning out Copia's Imperatour, Lilly made herself known on your desk, pawing at your face.

The black cat, usually lazing around on her luxury bed, was presenting you with a white letter in her mouth. Slowly as to not pull on her teeth, you take the letter and, with one clean swoop of your claw, open it. Inside is a crisp piece of paper written with familiar handwriting...Terzo's handwriting. It reads:

'To my beloved Midnight,

How are you, mio cuore? I pray to His Majesty that you have been well...my heart has been aching to see you once more.'

He's so hopeless...then again you are the same.

'His Deviousness must have heard my prayers. I received a message from Sister Imperator this morning stating that, due to a storm in Helsinki, the tours have been postponed and I have been given permission from Nihil himself to return back to the Ministry tomorrow.'

Your heart skips a beat. Tomorrow?! So soon...your mind begins racing with unholy thoughts fuelled by your sheer boredom and desire. Abstinence was a ghoul's poison, and it has been weeks since you've last felt bliss...You struggle to continue reading as your mind piles up with images of lust.

'Do not worry, my dear, as I will arrive at the Ministry late at night, the perfect time to satiate your hunger.

Forever yours,

Terzo'

Excitement boiled inside your body, your chest burning so hot with want that you almost missed the last part of his letter.

'Ps. I accidentally bought lube with the Ministry's card, would you mind erasing that for me? Ti amo, bello.'

sigh...

Of course he did. Regardless, that is an issue for another day. Lilly had already claimed her spot on your lap, so you have no choice but to pet her until you eventually fall asleep.

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Soft sunlight warms your body as you slowly open your eyes. You realise you're no longer in your office once you feel soft fleece under your body; You're back to your room. The second floor of the Ministry is blocked off to lower ranking workers of the Ministry or external forces, serving as a home for ghouls and their Papa. You feel your tail wagging with excitement as the wooden door opens, and in comes in-

"Terzo!!" You lunge at the startled Papa, squeezing him in for a hug.

The antipope smiles as he kisses you on the forehead. "Buongiorno, amore mio. Have you slept well?"

As you nod, you feel Lilly rubbing against your leg, purring like a motorcycle. Terzo gently lifts her and cradles her like a furry human baby. "She has told me all about the efforts you've done for me behind the scenes.", he said, stroking the furball's little chin when his eyes met with yours. "I would like to show you my heartfelt appreciation."

You smirk at him as you take your blazer off. "I'm guessing that bottle of lube has something to do with it?"

He giggles as he places the cat down. "I wanted to keep it a surprise."

With your hands on his back, you pull him onto you, falling onto the bed. "Well then, better put it to good use now that you're here."

Kneeling on the bed, the antipope pulls the bottle out of his coat and puts it on the bedside table. Gazing at him, he feels as if he towers over you despite being two feet shorter.

You pull him in for a kiss as he slides his hand onto your chest, his fingers feeling like feathers across your body. His tongue fills your mouth as he slowly grinds against you, your dick rubbing against fabric. You hurriedly slide your shorts off as you buck your hips up, desperate to be filled. Terzo smiles at you and crawls down, sticking his head between your legs and gently sucking your shaft. Your body is burning with need as he licks your tip and slides it down his throat. The serenade of his tongue around your throbbing cock fills you with pure ecstasy as you thrust into his mouth, feeling his throat tighten around your dick.

"P,please..." your voice trailing off into a whimper. You ruffle Terzo's hair, pushing him further down on your cock as you buck up into him, wanting more and more of him as you begin to shake. "I'm close..."

He lifts his head back up, sliding your cock out of his mouth with a slick pop. He grabs your thighs and pushes them up and out, exposing your desperate hole as he rests your legs on his hips. You can only whimper, feeling his spit and your pre rolling down your chest, tickling your throat. He grabs the bottle of lube and squeezes it lightly, covering his hand as he slowly slides it in. Your body craves his touch, squeezing your thighs against him as he goes deeper. "Give it to me.", you beckon as he laughs. He lubes his dick and slides it across your hole, teasing you as you feel his pulse between your legs. He pulls you up as he slowly slides inside you, each thrust of his dick releasing a whimper out of you. You stick your forked tongue inside his mouth, spit rolling down your chin as you push him deeper and deeper inside you, feeling his oiled cock throb with every kiss.

"Amore, you're doing wonderful", Terzo hums into your ear. "Thank you for waiting for me." He thrusts faster and deeper as you purr, your claws scratching his back as you arch back and spurt all over his belly, the mess sticking your bodies together. Your moans ringing in his ears, he comes as he pushes you in for one final kiss.

The both of you slump over on the bed and cuddle one another, your purring rivalling Lilly's in volume as you nuzzle close to him. "I'll never let you go."

He laughs softly, his voice like a song in your ears as he strokes your hair. "I'll only have the next week left, bello, before I stay with you forever."

You groan against his chest. "I still need to remove the lube from the database.."

Terzo holds you close as both of you fall asleep. "Problem for another day?"

"Problem for another day."

~Fin~

[hyacinthoideshispanica]

I just had an idea for a Feysand au.

Rhys and Feyre both went to art school and were rivals/Feyre hated him because one day after the first week or so, Feyre came into class and saw that Rhys had a small tattoo on his arm that looked similar to a sketch she had done a few days ago. She's so mad that she throws her shoe at him and accuses him of stealing her work. Rhys just shrugs it off and says he didn't steal her work, he was just inspired by it.

Years go by, and they've graduated. Feyre runs an art studio and is slowly making a name for herself. Rhys became a successful tattoo artist.

One day, they randomly run into each other, and the old rivalry sparks up again. Feyre announces that her work is about to be featured in a gallery show, and Rhys tells her that really popular celebrities have started booking appointments with him. They end up making a bet over who can become more famous in a certain amount of time. If Feyre wins, Rhys has to publicly admit that he stole her design all those years ago, and if Rhys wins, he gets to give Feyre a tattoo.

The deadline for their bet ends up being on the same night as the art show, and Feyre's confident she'll win, but then only a handful of people come because like, a block away, Rhys has two or three celebrities in his shop at once. So, basically, everyone in town is crowded around there.

Feyre's heartbroken and closes the show hours earlier than planned. Hours later, after a few glasses of wine, she marches down to Rhys's shop, planning on screaming at him for ruining the most important night of her life and maybe breaking the shop window or something but when she gets there, it's empty, dark and locked up. Feyre realizes it's midnight, and she just completely breaks down.

Rhys realized he had forgotten something at the shop, so he comes around the corner and just sees Feyre, on the ground just sobbing. He asks if she's alright, and she tells him to go to hell. He invites her inside because it's freezing and begrudgingly, she accepts. He makes her tea and asks why she was lurking in front of his shop so late. She explains he ruined her show, and Rhys is super confused because, "Feyre, your show is tomorrow night." She stubbornly tells him he's wrong. It was tonight, and it was a failure because of him.

Rhys pulls up an announcement of the show on his phone and shows her, and Feyre realizes that the wrong date had been put on it.

Rhys asks if she really thought he'd steal such an important night from her like that, and Feyre reminds him that he stole her work back in school.

Frustrated, Rhys rolls up the sleeve of his shirt and shows her the tattoo while also pulling up a screenshot of her own sketch. He points out the differences, and Feyre, now looking at the work side by side, realizes that, while Rhys was definitely inspired by her sketch, he had altered it to be uniquely his and hadn't actually stolen it.

"I told you back then, remember? I didn't steal your work, I was inspired by it. You inspire me."

He pulls out a portfolio full of sketches inspired by her own work, and he tells her that, apart from his own tattoo, he's never tattooed any of these designs. He's never even shown them to anyone else before.

Feyre: You have an entire portfolio of work you've never used. Why?

Rhys: I almost dropped out of school. I felt like I wasn't talented enough and was just wasting time and money like my father said I was, but then one day, I looked over, and there you were sketching. It was beautiful, you were beautiful and for the first time in a very long time I felt hope that I would succeed. So, after months of staring at blank paper, I finally drew something, and the end result was this. (He gestures to his tattoo) You're the reason I kept going Feyre, the reason I stayed with art and now have this shop. And now, whenever I start to doubt myself, I look at your work and feel inspired again. You're my salvation, Feyre. "

Feyre is stunned and starts crying. Rhys wipes her tears away, and they start kissing.

The next night, the gallery show is a huge success. Several celebrities come and purchase paintings, and a few of them introduce themselves to Feyre. Telling her that Rhys has been telling them about her work and how she's his muse for months now. Feyre goes to shake hands several times but, at the last minute, has to awkwardly switch from her left to her right because her left hand is currently wrapped up in plastic. Healing from the fresh tattoo Rhys gave her earlier that day after they spent the rest of the night together in Rhysand's apartment. It's a large piece, covering the tips of her fingers all the way up to her elbow, full of dark swirls. They designed it together.

Sorry this is so long. I don't have the talent to write a full fic, so if anyone wants to use this as a prompt, please feel free.

[wordsbyrian]

Talking about requests

Ok, so unless you've been living under a rock for the past week, you probably know that my requests were open until midnight last night. I got 53 requests (some duplicates or so similar that they might as well have been) and they were all interesting there are some I'm just not interested in writing. Others, however, were too funny for me to keep to myself before writing them.

Everything is below the cut if you're interested.

Fics I will not be writing:

Poly!Leia/Ona/R - requested twice but feels weird like when you find out someone is dating their cousin, sorry but no

An Ona FWB fic - I'm not interested in writing something like this right now

Ona where R is a tall keeper with tattoos - i've seen like 4 versions of this sent to other writers, I'm not interested in doing the same thing as other people

Leah where R is Daly's sister and something about coming back from having a baby - the actual ask was much more convoluted and honestly don't feel any drive to write something like this

Leah where R is basically Chief stew from Below Deck - I don't want to start a new show just to write a fic

Strictly Come Dancing (Dancing with the Stars) where R is a pro on the show paired with a player - I have no interest in ballroom dancing and nothing sounds worse than having to research it

Alexia where R sends the team a text meant for Alexia only - not interested in writing something like this

Mapi where R is Daly's sister and they meet at the Euros - not feeling it

Mearps baby, euros, being english - thats how I wrote it down in my notes because the ask was convoluted, you guys really like babies, I'm neutral on them and don't want to write this.

That's all of the one's im giving back (it still leaves me with upwards of 35 requests) sorry if yours is on here.

Now for some of the ones that made me actually laugh out loud:

Kelley where R is on the uswnt and is like divinely attractive. like the sun always hits her perfectly and everybody is in love with her. maybe she catches her teammates watching edits of her? possibly super tall and deep voice? - you guys want me to treat you like some of you treat players? lmao bet

Preath R never wears anything other than shorts and/or slides even when it’s insanely cold or snowing. And then there’s some major event and r has to dress up and she has no clue how to put an outfit together. So Tobin and Christen dress her and are very thirsty the whole time? - have you met me? are you living in my brain? why do you want me to date preath? why is r just me without typing my name?

Leila uses R as a human shield - I 100% believe Leila has used a teammate as a shield before

Ona's puppy dog eyes are magic and a weapon to be used against R - lmao, i'll do it.

That's all folks, see you next time.

[doesntseeyourbeauty]

Helloooo 👻

It's so good to know that!!! OMG that's so exciting!!! I love making bracelets. I've been reusing some beads from old necklaces that I don't use anymore and some others that I got recently and it's so fun! I'm also going to maybe try making a mix of crochet and bead bracelets for my eras show next year. Sadly, my town won't get the eras movie, but I don't think I want to see it before the actual concert. But, I'm so excited for you all going and sharing these moments again!!!! 🤍🤍🤍

It's definitely the key to a successful future!!! Open communication and willingness to have empathy and walk a mile in someone else's shoes. I think we'll achieve great things when we care about eachother truly more.

Yes, it was a cool experience! I just felt like I could trust her and this time I wasn't wrong. 😂 I might sell some stuff I don't really use anymore. And give some others to my friends that I think fit the aesthetic perfectly. Definitely!!! I'm not exactly from a rural area, but it pretty much as gigantic in the middle of nowhere vibes. Hehehe

I kinda did back then!!!! It was a great time!!! And then speak now was out and that made everything even worse. I was so in love with it!!! I was drawing a 13 on my hand everyday in my senior year in highschool, during my study time for the final exams. Like a good luck charm. 🥰🤍 you're so right about that!!!! Her music is definitely different from eachother, but there's like this thread throughout that just makes it so Taylor! I'm glad you're also having the best time with the rerecordings, because I definitely am!!! I think it's something so incredible! Awww that's so sweet!!! How is it having brothers? I only have two younger sisters.

Hahaha what's your dog's name? I also had a dog and a cat before and it was amazing! They got along so well. 🤍🤍🤍

I haven't watched any of those do I'll add them to my list! Thank you 🤍

Oh, that's understandable! I used to listen to them too! We have a lot of similar favs!!!! ☺️🥰 what's your favourite non Taylor song atm?

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hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!! I hope that you've had a lovely week so far <3

oh 100%, I am a bracelet making fiend! I do pretty basic ones to be fair, but I also work full-time so it's not as easy for me to do more intricate ones; although I LOVE seeing how creative people are with their bracelets (shoutout to my favs @hollyfhumberstone and @dancingwiththecoven bc they make GORGEOUS bracelets and I am forever in awe of coco's and jens talent!!!). OMG PLEASE MAKE CROCHET AND BEAD BRACELETS THAT'S SO CUTE!! I'm sorry that the movie isn't coming to your town, that's no fun, but I'm glad you get to go to the actual show next year (that's so exciting!)! I'm super excited especially because I'm taking the day off tomorrow to go spend it with my friends before the showing we're going to and we're all huge swifties so it's always a party with us!

EXACTLY! You hit the nail on the head!!! <333

Omg yessssssss, I love getting to support small businesses and especially small swiftie businesses, it's always my fav thing to do! Oh I feel that! I live in a big-ish city, but it's in the middle of nowhere and it takes almost 2 hours to get to the closest big city with things like target or even most chain restaurants like Panda Express or sit down ones like Olive Garden.

The OG Speak Now era was something else! I remember when it came out and being absolutely obsessed with haunted bc I was in a twilight phase and I firmly believed that haunted should've been on the soundtrack somewhere! Long Live is my fav from Speak Now (og and tv) but a lot of that has to do with the memories I have associated with it! Okay but I love that you drew the 13 on your hand for good luck, that's so precious!!

It's 100% Taylor's songwriting that makes it so clearly Taylor. Really and truly, it's amazing to see how she's consistent with her writing from debut to midnights considering how much she's grown as a songwriter and musician over the years. I firmly believe that her music holds up throughout the years and will continue to do so, especially with the re-recordings! Oh I am, I love getting to relive those eras again, especially because they were so important to me during the OG eras. I'm very lucky to have my brothers! We're all very close and I wouldn't trade them for the world (I'm the middle child lol)!!

Her name is Kayla! She's an 11 year old Labrador Retriver mix that I adopted last year and I love her so so much! Winnie is my baby but Kayla is my sweet old lady. They get along for the most part except Kayla is a garbage disposal and will eat anything, including Winnie's food (which makes Winnie angry because she's particular about her food lol).

I recommend them a lot! I'm always looking for new things to watch or listen to, I love broadening my tastes!

I love that!!! I think my favorite non-Taylor song atm is He Gets Me So High by beabadoobee or get him back! by Olivia Rodrigo. They're both songs I have constantly going in my head.

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Hi, I'm sure you've answered this before but I was wondering what software you use to edit your AMVS? And I'm also curious about your process, finding clips, how long it takes, etc ... You don't have to answer this hahaha

hi!!! i haven't talked about this in a while so it's totally fine!!! I use premiere pro and i pay for it like a CHUMP but it's expensive and im broke so im currently looking for a free download somewhere 👀👀 (please send me links if you have them 🙏🏼)

my process is usually me listening to a song and going "OH MY GOD THIS IS DESTIEL" usually it's a taylor swift song but not always. Most of my clips come from this life changing post and if not then i usually just screen record from netflix.

Making a video can take me anywhere from one afternoon to a year, i have wips that i've been working on since spring 2021, it's really hard sometimes when i have such a clear picture of what i want to make and i just haven't figured out how to make it yet. There was a point in october 2021 when i was deeply depressed and manic and i made 12 amvs in two weeks (some of those i haven't even posted yet cause i'm waiting for taylor's versions to drop) it was insane.

When I get an idea for an amv i start writing it down in my notes app, like what clips come to mind with what lyric and what scenes HAVE to be included, it also helps that i have encyclopedic knowledge of every single episode of this goddamn show and i can pretty much recall exactly what episode the clip i want is from at any given time. Most recently with the taylor swift rerecordings I've started planning ahead so I have different folders with ideas of what songs from each album I wanna make once the taylor's version drops (1989 tv is gonna be wild btw). Taylor really threw me off with the release of midnights i was not expecting that but oh my god i already have plans for almost every song.

Lately I've been in kind of a slump but today I woke up with the URGE to edit and that hasn't happened in months!! It started to feel like a chore so I took some time off and stopped forcing myself to edit when I didn't want to and it's honestly really helped. I think I'm ready to get back into it though!!!

Making amvs and edits is so so fun and honestly pretty easy I taught myself using youtube tutorials so if there's videos you wish existed but don't go ahead and make them! You really have to be your own biggest fan it's the only way, at this point every video I make is just for me, if people happen to like it it's just a bonus :)