#now onto other shit !!!!! wooo

[mitchmotch]

I'm so interested in your Anastasia au! will you tell us more?

yes of course i will! @revalito and i are genuinely so elated that so many people like the au HEHJKSDHJKS i will always want to talk about it trust

i don't know if there was something specific you wanted me to talk about, so i'll just talk about their time in the cloud recesses when they were younger =]

as i said before in my tags, wwx found lwj sitting outside the gentian cottage waiting for his mom and that's how they first met--he brought him a blanket and something warm to drink and offered to sit next to him. after that wwx would find lwj every now and then and hang around a bit but not for long. that does.. imply that his parents died sooner but well. HEJDSJKSD we figured one of the servants was his dad's close friend that agreed to babysit wwx for a while before they died, so now at least wwx has someone that was considered family (and that can tell him about his parents)

wwx didn't actually start working as a servant until he got older and that's when he was really allowed to interact with lwj. silly little comments turned into prompts to speak more and eventually, they'd have "conversations" (lwj would listen, wwx would talk) as wwx did what he had to. one day lwj asked wwx if he would be allowed to be a personal assistant on a quick task he had to do outside of the cloud recesses, and of course that's allowed. and that's the loophole they found to spend more time together =]

lxc knows about lwj's crush. he could read it on him easily HEJKSDJK i'd like to think one time wwx was called in to serve something to them, and as he did he made some comment to lwj. lwj acknowledged him with a small uptick of his lips and lxc was just ⁉️⁉️⁉️ HEHKJDHJKDHDJK he starts making excuses for wwx to go see lwj. the first time he asks a servant to call for wwx bc he needed something delivered to his brother it started a rumor within the servants immediately. this is where the teasing among them began HEHJKSDJKSDK lxc is the main reason why eventually wwx is the main servant/one of the only servants for lwj

wwx starts learning about cultivation in his free time--and we'd like to think the gusulan sect would set aside a teacher for willing servants on their breaks--but he never attends any actual classes. it isn't until they accept guest disciples when they're around 15/16 that he even entertains the idea. he probably makes a side comment to lwj, like "ah, guest disciples… it would have been nice to attend a class or two.." and lwj is immediately like i'm on it. he talks to lqr to attend the classes and ofc here lan qiren doesn't Need lwj to be a good example to wwx like he does in the novel, but we think lqr would still want to show him off HEHJKSJKSD also, lxc is probably like "it would be nice if wangji had more friends =] perhaps if we have wwx in there (someone he is already comfortable with) he would be more willing?" and that seals the deal HEJKSDHJKSD wwx is invited to his classes to be a "personal servant" to keep up appearances, but he is there to learn.

of course some other people there aren't to keen on the idea of having a servant in the class with them, so this time when lqr calls on wwx, it's not to test him, it's to prove his worth. he knows wwx and lwj are friends so in his head, his justification is that disciples are offending wwx -> they're offending lwj -> lwj is his nephew -> they are offending lqr too. ofc. HEHJKDSJKSDK lwj defends wwx in his own ways.

nie huaisang is the first to go up to wwx to chat and they become good friends, and since wwx is friends with lwj, nhs becomes friends with him too. it's a funny dynamic but lwj inwardly thinks it's nice.

thank you sm for asking! <3

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Reader x Rafe. They have been dating for about 2-3 months and have been intimate, but it’s always been on the rough side. This very day, Reader is doing something sweet/ thoughtful for Rafe “cus she thought about him” and it just melts his heart, and he realizes he is in love with her. So he makes love to her and is really really sweet. Hehe xx

𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈

warnings: smut, mdni, p in v, sweetheart reader, like one use of the name baby, unedited

a/n: wooo I’m getting back in my grind. anyways I loved his request so much it was so sweet ugh.

MASTERLIST

dividers by @/plutism and @/xurengu0

Rafe was always rough. That was a fact. And you didn’t mind it. But today was the day you saw a change in him.

He’s out on a business trip, you’re sitting on the bed, making a bracelet for him that, waiting for him to come back any minute now. You looked up from the strings in front of you and at the clock, then picked up your phone. Nothing new.

You just sighed and continued to finish the bracelet, glancing up at the clock every once in a while. Finally, you held it up in front of you. It had both of your initials on beads on it, along with a little heart bead in the middle. You smiled at it.

Even if you felt like he probably wouldn’t wear it, you would.

You heard the door open, and you jumped at the noise.

“Y/n?” He shouted from downstairs. You pocketed the bracelet, practically running down the stairs. He was putting down his stuff when you came running to him, jumping into his arms. He laughed, patting your back with a smile, he moved to kiss you on the lips, his hands grabbing your face.

“Missed you too.” He remarked, you rolling your eyes and leaning in to kiss him again. It had only been a few weeks and yet, it felt like years.

“I made you dinner.” You beamed up at him when you pulled away, hands on his neck. He nodded. “Let me put this shit up real quick and I’ll be down, yeah?” He said, you nodding and getting off of him, and going into the kitchen.

You put the food onto two plates, putting them onto the table. You began to eat, scrolling through your phone a bit as you waited. He finally came downstairs, in nothing but his grey sweatpants on his hips. You quirked an eyebrow as he hopped into the chair opposite of you.

“Mm. This is good.” He murmured after taking a bite, looking at you. You smiled at him, both of you eating while he talked about his trip and you talked about what you did while he was gone. You both talked even after the food was gone, just sitting back and laughing with each other.

You both stood up, and went into the bedroom. You both cuddled on the bed when you suddenly remembered the bracelet you made.

“Oh! Also, I uh…” you reached into your pocket, fishing for the bracelet. You grabbed it and pulled it out with a smile. “Made this for you.“ you held it out for him. He took it, examining it. “You don’t have to wear it, I guess, I just got bored and I thought about you. But-“

“No, no, no, no,” he stopped you. “I love it.” He smiled at it. He put the bracelet on his wrist, tightening it with the strings. “It’s nice.” He said. And fuck, it tugged at his heart strings. That might be the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for him.

He finally turned his head up to you, looking at you with a soft smile. “I love it.” He told you. Your smile widened, feeling relieved that he didn’t hate it.

“C’mere.” He murmured, leaning in to kiss you. His hand caressed the back of your head, and you let out a low moan when he slid his tongue into your mouth.

He moved so that he was now hovering on top of you, his lips still connected to yours. Your hands gripped his face, his on your sides.

You both pulled away, slightly out of breath when Rafe told you something you never quite thought you’d ever hear him say.

“I love you.”

Your eyes widened in shock, mouth going agape. “I…love you too.” You replied.

His hands went to your shorts, taking them off and throwing them somewhere on the floor. His rough lips were against your soft skin, gently sucking and kissing your neck.

You had a hand on the back of his head, his free hand below him shoving off his sweatpants and boxers. His cock was pulsing, the tip red and spilling out pre-cum. He pulled away from you, lips just above yours as he looked down.

He ran his cock up and down your pussy, you letting out a moan when it hit your clit with pressure. He smiled at your noises, looking back at you. He collected your juices on his cock, before slowly lining himself up with your entrance.

You cried out his name and he let out a groan, your arms wrapped around his body, nails digging into his skin as you breathed heavily against the boy.

He looked down at you, kissing your forehead. He wasn’t rough with you this time. He was being sweet, gentle.

He let you adjust to his size, waiting until you nodded until he slowly started to move. His cock slowly pushed against your walls, his hands moved to yours, lacing your fingers with his as he pushed in and out of you, his mouth agape.

His thrusts were slower, while still hitting deep. It was heaven.

“I love you.” He repeated, his hips meeting yours again. “Missed you… so fucking much.” He breathed out after, eyes boring into yours, looking at your face, memorizing every detail, listening to every sound that escaped your pretty lips.

“I got the… sweetest fucking girl on the island, don’t I?” He asked with a crooked smile. You looking back up at him, his words bringing you only closer and closer to that feeling.

His hands went down to your clit, you arching your back and letting out a moan. He rubbed slow circles on the button, you throwing your head back against the pillow.

You felt the pressure build up in your stomach, and he felt you clench down on him. He leaned down, kissing you again.

“Rafe.” You cried out.

“I know, I know baby. Cum for me.” He muttered, that was all you needed for the band to snap. You moaned out his name, and he let out a groan. He came inside of you, his seed painting your walls.

He sighed, pulling out and leaning his forehead against yours.

You started to giggle, causing him to furrow his eyebrows. “What?”

“I love you so much.”

[chelseeebe]

on my knees (for you).

a/n: more virgin!eddie tales WOOO!! i just can’t shake this little pathetic man and i want to write him being so down bad for ever and ever. thinking of some steddiexreader that includes the little virgin boy too…

this is a continuation to seven minutes in heaven but really can be read on its own, it just mentions events that happened in the first fic.

18+. smut. mentions of weed. eddie being horrifically pathetic again. no mentions of y/n.

eddie’s sure you’ve pavlov’d him.

his cock springs into action the second you appear. and see that wouldn’t be a bad thing except for the fact that he sees you multiple times a day, in class or around campus and it makes him look like a dirty perv.

even now, he’s sat trying to kill it off as you sit next to him eating your lunch. thigh brushing against his every now and again and his mind is going wild. he’s trying to think what would happen if he just lifted you onto the table and fucked the shit out of you right here.

well, in all actuality, he’d probably last all of about ten thrusts before busting a nut and subsequently dying of embarrassment. maybe it’s not wise.

the thing is, now you had this little arrangement with each other, his erections had been ramped up to level ten. and he solely blames you for that, by the way.

he’d never known someone to be so eager all the time. you’re like a fucking rabbit. tearing at his clothes the minute you’re alone already soaking your little panties. eddie had debated swiping some last time he was over but had decided against it at the last minute which he sorely regretted the second he got home.

it had mostly just been a lot of you riding him in an attempt to get him to last longer than just a few minutes so you hadn’t really.. experimented much. he didn’t mind though, getting to stare at your tits bouncing in his face as you fucked yourself on his cock? how could he complain?

your fingers wrap around his knee, leaning in to his ear, ‘i’m free for the next two hours.. what about you?’ ever so slowly traipsing your fingers higher, his cock jumping to attention. not here. please not fucking here.

he’s got steve harrington sat opposite and really does not fancy having to explain to him as to why he’s this hard at lunch time.

it wasn’t like it was a matter of life or death but it was just easier to keep doing this without everyone knowing. because then it becomes a thing and nobody wanted that. eddie’s sure at least some people have gathered what’s happening. especially argyle who had woken up rather confused to find you spooning him on your tiny couch, but had just let out a tiny bro? and fallen right back to sleep.

‘i-i have class,’ tentatively placing his hand on yours to stop it ascending any further. eyeing the other participants at the table. oh fuck. steve definitely knew. looking over with a slight glint of humour in his eye, waiting until you re-emerged from eddie’s ear to say something.

the stupid smug prick. he probably couldn’t wait to humiliate eddie in front of all your friends. then he’d swoop in with his blonde highlights and tinted strawberry lip balm. he couldn’t stand it.

surely you weren’t interested in that? really, eddie is the complete opposite of whatever the fuck that is and there’s no way in hell you’d continue to fuck him if you weren’t a fan.

‘skip class for me?’ you whisper into his ear. for me. for me. fuck. he’d do anything for you. you could’ve told him to flip the table so you could fuck right here and he would’ve.

his breath hitches in his throat but he nods quickly, squeezing your hand and dipping his head low. the bulge in his jeans was fairly obvious at this point but maybe if he got up quick enough no one would be able to tell.

your hand vacates his leg, leaving a burning sensation in it’s wake. you’re shoving your shit into your bag, standing from the shared table. oh you meant now. while over your friends were still here. you were going to walk off together. to your room. oh god. that wasn’t obvious, was it?

‘where are you goin’?’ steve asks, watching intently when you jab at eddie’s shoulder to make him move. he does immediately, grabbing his back pack and determining just how he can slide out of here without showcasing his hard on to the world.

‘we’re going to smoke.. that alright with you?’ you remark, hands poised on your hips. eddie loved it when you were like this. his heart racing faster every time you scolded him or pouted those pretty, plump lips his way.

‘sweet, i’ll come!’ argyle sits up straight, awakened by the mention of weed. of course.

‘no,’ you bark, getting fed up of waiting for eddie to stand up and instead grabbing his collar, yanking at the denim, ‘sorry, closed invitation,’ wiggling your eyebrows at the long haired boy.

this elicits a chorus of ooohs from the table as eddie finally slides from the bench, turning immediately to follow your lead. he felt like a massive loser following you around. if you got him a leash and told him to get on all fours he would. and he likes think that that’s understandable.

‘oh my god they’re so annoying,’ you hush, his legs rushing to catch up with your irritated strides. did he look like such a lost dog to other people? not that he cared much.

‘i know.. it’s steve,’ he replies, realising that there was probably too much venom in that response to pass it off as something casual. yeah, maybe he was still a tiny smidgen jealous that you two had such natural chemistry. he is human after all. anybody would be.

‘he’s an ass but it’s all of them, so nosy,’ you chuckle, linking your arm with his now that you’re out of view of your prying friends.

he had wondered if you were ashamed of him, or to be seen with him at least. it was understandable, you were literally smoking hot and he was.. a pathetic little nerd who was completely obsessed with you. but to stand up and quiet openly lead him off to your room in front of everyone, maybe you weren’t.

‘you’re not like.. ashamed to fuck me, are you?’ regretting it the instant it came out of his mouth. he didn’t want to know the answer really. and even if you were, he wasn’t going to complain. it’s not like girls were falling at his feet, let alone girls as pretty as you.

‘no!’ you hit his arm, expelling the breath he wasn’t even aware he was holding, ‘eddie be serious, it’s not like they don’t all know anyway,’ rounding the corner to your house.

he had snuck in a multitude of times over the last few weeks, in fact it was every day at this point. running up the stairs past nancy’s room, thinking how much easier it would be if you were on the ground floor. then he might be able to shuffle through your window and back out in the early hours.

you fumble for your keys, knowing that the house would be empty at this time and quite proudly let him in the door. he doesn’t reply to your answer because he had assumed that the pair of you were successful at being incredibly sneaky.

‘do you have a problem with it being a secret?’ you ask, the door slamming shut behind you.

oh god no. even if he did, he’d never tell you in fear of ruining it all. the only thing he wanted to do was to rub it into steve’s annoying face. ha ha. this massive loser had gotten into your pants before he had. well, at least he thinks.

‘no,’ it comes out sounding more like a question than a statement, which he chastises himself for straight away. if he had half the confidence any normal person had, he would’ve stopped this conversation in its tracks. shoved you back against the wall or something and shut you up with his mouth.

‘no?’

‘yeah, no,’ he repeats, sounding much more assured in himself.

‘good,’ you mutter and he notices the glint in your eye, hints of a smirk beginning to appear. he blinks and you’re stood before him, eyeing up his lips. his jeans had just got a hell of a lot tighter.

isn’t it crazy that someone’s eyes could have that affect on someone? or actually, how just the sheer presence of them in the room could have someone stumbling over their words.

‘i.. don’t care at all,’ staggered breaths as he’s backed up against the wall, shoulder blade hitting into one of the framed pictures on the wall. he wants to yelp at the pain but instead keeps his eyes solidly on yours.

he’s been practicing you see. watching any and all videos he could find of how to be a dominant man alongside copious amounts of porn and had gathered a bunch of mens help magazines. they were supposed to teach him how to be more strong willed, to flip the upper hand over to him.

except, they’d really done nothing at all. well actually, he’d now discovered that his hand was no longer sufficient compared to the earth shattering orgasms you’d given him. if there was a way for him to bottle that feeling, he’s sure that it’d be more addicting than heroin. probably make more money, too.

‘shall we go upstairs?’ you ask, eyelashes fluttering. yes. god yes. he’s desperate to get upstairs and into your room so he can disappoint you for five whole minutes this time.

‘yes.. yes please,’ his chest rising and falling rapidly. everything he had practiced had gone to shit the second you’d touched him. brilliant. 

you simply smirk, grabbing his hand to lead him up the stairs the exact same way you had the last five nights of this week.

shoving him into your bedroom and kicking the door shut behind you. you’re ferocious with it. and he wonders if you needed him as badly as he needed you. he just longed to be inside of you or next to you or just in the same room as you. he needed that feeling pumped into him intravenously.

you’re on him the second the door’s shut, grabbing at his chest, his shirt and his pants all at once. pushing him back towards your unmade bed with such urgency that he stumbles, pulling you on top of him. your lips are everywhere, pecking at his jawline and his neck. going over the violet markings you’d left previously. he was embarrassed about them at first but had quickly learned to appreciate them and the fact that you weren’t afraid to mark him.

you’re shuffling out of your jeans already, kicking them off of your ankle as you rest your knees either side of his thighs. he only notices because the frilly lace waistband of your panties catches against the button on his jeans. are these what you wear normally or is this something you did for him?

a low moan is pulled from his throat when your skilful fingers unbutton his jeans and make their way onto his rock hard cock. did you paint your fingernails for him too? the shimmering violet looked so good wrapped around his cock. he’s sure any colour would as long as it was on your hand.

‘always so hard for me, aren’t you?’ you mutter against his neck, still fondling his sensitive balls. his toes curl in his socks, keeping both feet firmly on the floor in an effort to ground himself.

there’d been a few instances of him cumming.. prematurely. and by prematurely he means, the second you touched him. he blames those times on the weed though. it was the only reasonable explanation.

‘s-sit on my face,’ he blurts out, unaware of what dark hole that had come from.

your eyes narrow, gazing down at him with your mouth hung open. that was definitely the wrong thing to say. he’d seen it in this one video and had started salivating at the thought of your pillowy thighs wrapped around his ears.

eddie hadn’t quite been able to make you cum yet. like, he was certainly making progress and you’d gotten close a couple of times but you had ultimately had to get yourself off. which he loved to watch.. he just wanted to be involved. he lived in pure amazement at how you just seemed to get there so quickly. sometimes it wasn’t even a minute with your hand between your thighs and you were whining and writhing around. how?

‘eds.. that’s- are you sure?’ eyeing him cautiously. why didn’t you just trust him? he’s pretty confident he had the technique down, ashamedly having practiced on his hand one night. yeah, that was awkward.

and the erection it had given him was too.

‘i’m sure.. please,’ he had figured out that as soon as he begged for something, he pretty much got it. maybe you had a fetish for pathetic men or something but all he had to do was plead a little and you were pouncing on him.

‘do you even know-,’

‘-yes i know what to do,’ he barks a little hastily. at least now you’d either punish him or would listen to him. either was fine.

you eyebrows fly up your forehead and he thinks for a second that he’s really in the shit. his cock jumps at the thought of you slapping him again or even better, wrapping your hand around his neck like you’d done the other day. now that really got him going.

‘okay.. but if it’s too much let me know,’ lifting yourself from his waist and shuffling upward towards his head. he’s drooling just thinking about it. wrapping his arms around the backs of your thighs just as the man in the video had. he could keep you in place perfectly like this.

‘come on,’ he sighs, watching as you slide your underwear down and off to the side, stopped just before his eager, salivating mouth. everything he had practiced came down to this very moment and he was more than ready to show you what he’d learned.

‘you’re so bossy now.. i don’t like it,’ frowning down to him, hand coming to hold onto your headboard. he had hoped that you’d pull on his hair again but was for sure not going to ask. ‘remember to tell me if it’s too much.. slap me or something, i’ll know,’ biting down onto your bottom lip.

he nods quickly, eyes sliding away from yours to your pussy poised above him. now, he didn’t have any much experience with pussy but he’d say that yours was perfect.

without wanting to waste anymore time, he pulls you down onto his mouth, tongue immediately lapping at your folds. just the way he’d practiced. he didn’t really have any preconceptions of what pussy would taste like but he’s pleasantly surprised. he’d keep you here all day if he could, who needed to breathe anyway?

‘ho-holy shit,’ you remark, clawing at your bed frame for a little balance. he thinks that’s a good thing, eyes trained on your face to determine whether he was doing this right or not.

his tongue slides up, circling around your sensitive clit. yeah, that’s it. he can tell when your eyes roll into the back of your head, hips stuttering on his face.

‘jesus eddie,’ you breathe, just hearing his name tumble from your lips does fucking wonders for him. it’s all the encouragement he needs to continue his assault on your cunt.

he murmurs something in utter gratitude when your hand leaves the headboard to instead tangle into his hair. mouth vibrating against your pussy which is another hit. the gorgeous sounds of your moans fill the room, only slightly muffled by your legs over his ears.

it’s now or never. he has to pull out the big guns.

tongue leaving your clit to slide into your dripping hole. soaking his chin, his lips and probably his shirt in your arousal. he didn’t mind one bit. it’s like a badge of honour to know that he was responsible for the mess.

‘fuck,’ you hiss, fisting his curls as your eyes squeeze shut. eddie wants to scream when your eyes roll back, his fingers digging into your fleshy thighs.

oh my god. this was paradise. utter heaven. his heart swelling a little knowing that you were cussing fretting because of his mouth. you were so gorgeous from this angle. well, from all angles but particularly this one. looking totally blissed out on top of him, your lips opening to let out the most insatiable noises he’d ever heard.

your fingers yank at his curls, legs trembling around his flushed face, ‘i’m gonna- eds, i’m cumming,’ thighs clamping around his head as your hips roll forward on their own, trying to escape the overstimulation.

eddie’s desperate to keep you there, using his palms to hold you steady while he’s literally making out with your pussy. lapping at your clit, at the juices that now covered his face. except his stomach tightens, slowing his pace until he realises what’s happening.

oh shit.

his hips buck up into the air on their own and his boxers feel incredibly wet and sticky. he’s just came in his pants by eating you out. that’s ridiculous. utterly unbelievable that someone could be that tragic.

you were definitely going to laugh at him when you realised but there’s literally not a chance that he could hide that. he lets go of his grip on your thighs, moving one hand over his crotch as you shuffle off of him.

bastard. pathetic fucking bastard.

you hadn’t even touched him yet. how was he going to explain that? i’m just so sickly obsessed with you that i came in my pants. that didn’t sound like anything a normal person would say.

his eyes remain shut, laboured breathing as his mind attempts to take him out of this room and far, far away. it’s not fucking working. especially not when he can hear your panting next to him, the rustling of the sheets as you sort them out.

your eyes travel to his covered crotch with a confused expression until you notice the dark latch and it finally clicks. ‘did you cum in your pants?’ you exclaim and he thinks that this right here might just kill him off.

he nods quickly, point blank refusing to open his eyes. it was easier this way, at least his tears of embarrassment would be somewhat hidden. you could’ve just done the polite thing and ignored it. made up some excuse about going to class and then you could disappear from his life. god, why did you have to be such a-

‘that’s so hot,’ you continue, cutting his thoughts short at just the right spot. pressing your warm body into his side as you settle into bed.

‘what? no it’s not..’ brave enough to open his eyes to look at you, confusion plastered over his face. surely you were just joking. no woman in the history of the world would find his inadequacy hot.

‘who are you to tell me what i can or can’t find hot?’ prodding at his cheek, offence ribbed throughout your response.

this surely requires a marriage proposal or something of that nature, right? like, there’s not a possibility that he could ever let you get away now.

his lips twitch into a smile, taking his hand from his crotch to wrap his arm around your shoulder. the confidence was next level and almost unheard of but he had to show you a little appreciation after you’d just told him his premature orgasm was attractive.

‘don’t ever tell me what i can and can’t like again,’ you jokingly warn, resting your head on his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut.

he speaks up after a few moments of silence, unsure of if you’re even still awake, ‘thank you.. for letting me do that,’ staring up at the ceiling. eddie thinks that he likes eating pussy. really likes it. especially yours.

you laugh sleepily, throwing an arm over his torso. it’s music to his ears. if making you cum was top priority, then making you laugh was a solid number two.

‘you don’t have to thank me every time,’ yawning into his chest. it’s technically still the middle of the day but if you were going to sleep, he sure as hell wouldn’t complain.

instead he’d lie there as still as he possibly could. kinda like when a cat falls asleep on your lap and you just can’t move for the rest of the day. he’s prepared to take that sacrifice.

-

he must’ve dozed off at some point too because he wakes up to a short knock on your bedroom door.

you’re dead to the world. completely unaffected by the sound, curled into the blanket. super adorable with your cheeks squished togeth-

the door knocks again and he jumps up, not wanting whoever it is to wake you. he hadn’t exactly thought of the consequences of answering your door. half naked at that.

‘oh! eddie.. wasn’t expecting you,’ nancy responds, eyebrows flying up her forehead. he’s such a moron. it would’ve been ten times easier to just ignore the door because now he had to explain why he was stood in his underwear in your room.

perfect.

‘oh yeah.. got too high.. had to sleep it off, yanno?’ chuckling awkwardly, desperately trying to hide behind the door. he hopes to the high heavens that his boxers aren’t stained. he’d either look like the worlds biggest creep or like the completely pathetic freak that he was. he wasn’t keen on either option.

only you could know just how pitiful he truly was.

her eyes travel to his bare legs and back up again, ‘uh huh.. well, we’re ordering pizza if you two want in..?’ giving him a tiny smile. she’s so polite that now he just feels weird. god dammit, they’re friends, his pasty little legs being out should not make him feel so exposed.

‘oh yeah uh.. i’ll ask her,’ glancing over to your very unconscious state on the bed. he wasn’t keen on the idea of waking you but did think that it’d be rather unforgivable if he didn’t. plus he was hungry.

‘okay.. don’t take too long,’ wiggling her eyebrows at him and disappearing off back downstairs. shutting your door with a quiet click.

fucking nancy wheeler and her politeness.

he slinks back over to the bed, shaking your shoulder ever so gently, ‘hey.. wake up,’ trying his hardest not to alarm you.

it works somewhat, your eyes springing open as you wake. blinking up at him from your blanket cocoon. he feels terrible but man’s gotta eat. it does occur to him now that it would’ve been a pleasant surprise to wake you with a pizza rather than just so abruptly.

‘wha- what?’ rubbing your tired eyes as you come to. you’re so cute like this, he wouldn’t mind waking up to this sight every morning. okay, maybe he’s getting ahead of himself here.

‘er.. they’re ordering pizza.. nancy asked me if you wanted anything?’ still standing sheepishly over your bed. his eyes trail down to where your thigh had poked out of the duvet, how they were keeping his face warm barely a few hours ago..

‘oh,’ you sigh, ‘yeah.. just cheese please,’ snuggling back up into the bed, ‘there’s a twenty on my desk, get whatever you want,’ closing your eyes again.

‘oh.. okay,’ he nods, even though you obviously can’t see him. deciding that this time, he’ll be more appropriately dressed to converse with your roommates. seemed like the right thing to do. plus he’s sure robin would definitely have plenty to say if he came downstairs half-dressed. and none of it good.

he ignores the money on your desk. as fucking if he’d let you pay for your own food after you had so graciously fed him earlier. not happening. like, ever again.

following the voices into your kitchen to find nancy and robin sat around the kitchen island, phone poised in her hand ready to go.

‘you’re in luck, i was just about to call.. what d’you want?’ robin asks, raising a singular brow. nancy had obviously filled her in on what had been behind your bedroom door.

‘just cheese.. please,’ ignoring how ridiculous the unintended rhyme made him sound.

‘is that for both of you?’ she looks on, a glint of something indescribable in her eye. he wishes he knew how to decipher women. you’re all so fucking complicated and weird. in the best way, of course.

‘uh.. yeah?’ looking on tentatively, unsure of what she could possible be implying.

‘she won’t share, better to get your own,’ she nods. oh. she was being nice. he’s sure there’ll be a catch somewhere.

‘oh right.. okay,’ he fumbles around in his pocket for his wallet, tossing a couple twenties onto the marble. maybe if he covered their food too, he’d get in their good books and would be welcomed back with open arms. he’s sure he could endure that.

pay for food and get magnificent pussy in return. seemed fair.

the two girls sit in silence until he gets to the bottom of the stairs and then robin pipes up once again, ‘will we be seeing you around here regularly, mr. munson?’

he pauses, staring back into the kitchen at the two girls. he’s not sure how to even respond. because actually, he’d been at your house every night this week, right under their noses. and if he were to hazard a guess, he’d be here most of next week too. and the next.

okay, maybe he was getting ahead of himself.

‘uh.. maybe?’ he shrugs, chuckling nervously. robin’s eyes are like slits, staring him down. she’d always been rather intimidating and now was no exception.

‘hm,’ she nods, shooing him off back up the stairs, ‘you’re dismissed,’ still clutching onto the clunky plastic phone.

he disappears rapidly, not wanting to hang around to find out what else she was going to pry about it. eddie reckons that he’s good at secrets, but if he was truly pressed, he’s not so confident in his ability to keep quiet.

you’re awake when he returns to your room, still dozing in bed but awake. he slinks back in, grateful to be away from their prying questions. you’re so sweet like this. not that he didn’t also adore the bossy, demanding side of you but he appreciated the docile part too.

‘you didn’t take my money,’ you point out, frowning at him from the pillow. he shuffles over to your side of the bed, smiling sheepishly.

‘i wanted to pay.. to say thank you,’ he nods, fiddling with his belt loop. he’s aware that you had already told him to stop saying thank you but he truly had to express his gratitude somehow.

‘stop doing that,’ you frown, glaring up at him, hand appearing from the blanket to grab onto his shirt. ‘if i didn’t want to have sex with you, i wouldn’t,’ fisting the material to pull him closer to the bed.

eddie’s not the most sturdy, stumbling and ultimately falling on top of you, just about catching himself before his head smashes into yours. that’d look really good to the girls he was trying to impress if he gave you a black eye, robin would probably get the pitchfork ready to murder him.

you squirm beneath him but your smile says it all, still clasped onto his tee. you’re slightly intimidating like this, well, you were all the time. but especially like this. just mere millimetres away from his face, gazing up at him with those bright eyes. he’s sure they held the glow of a thousand suns in them.

he breathes out shakily, fully aware that his entire body weight was on top of yours, ‘yeah.. shit, sorry,’ far too mesmerised by your eyes to want to move just yet.

‘apology accepted,’ you grin, smashing your lips to his, hand still fisted into his shirt. it’s lazy and messy, tongue creeping into his mouth the second you get the chance.

eddie can feel your thighs move, spreading apart to pull him in closer despite the barrier between you. holy shit. he didn’t think he’d find this so incredibly hot. grinding against you between the blanket.

downstairs, robin and nancy share a certain look when they notice the faint knocking of your headboard against the wall. robin’s nose curling the second she realises just what was happening. feeling the instant regret of ever asking him if he was to be around more often.

[lovewithmary]

Listen, and hear me out on this request, have you considered writing one where Max wants to cook for reader, to try and be a good romantic boyfriend, except he's shit at cooking, so he calls up Lando, minor minor minooor issue Lando has been buying takeout and taking credit for the food for years, he's even worse in a kitchen than Max is. But Max doesn't know that

reader finally comes home, and who doesn't love seeing a firetruck pulled up outside of your apartment complex because your boyfriend and his friend can't cook

hope you find this as funny as i do, have a good weekend :)

COOKING DISASTER — MV1

summary: In an effort to try and be a good boyfriend to you, Max tries to cook up a romantic meal for the two of you. Except, he's shit at cooking. So, he enlists the help of Lando, who has been bragging and posting about his cooking on his Close Friends Stories for a year now. There's just one problem: it's all fake. And what do you get when you have Max and Lando trying to cook? A visit from the firefighters to your house, of course.

masterlist

warnings: use of you

notes: first request WOOO. this request was so fun to write, so thank you for requesting! I tried to make it funny so I hope it's funny?? idk

"Lando, you have to do it. You agreed to help me cook,"

"But it's fish. I hate fish," he replied, pointing at the fish as if Max didn't know there was a fish in his own kitchen.

"Y/N's favorite dish has fish in it," Max told Lando, already sounding as if he was exhausted with cooking even if they hadn't even started yet.

"And you're still dating her?" Lando questioned, and Max had to resist punching him.

"Lando."

"Alright, I'll help cook the fish but I hope you know I don't like it," he informed Max.

"Really? I didn't even notice," Max said sarcastically.

Max then decides he is going to take charge of dealing with the fish since Lando's one step closer to walking out if he's the one who does it. As he is looking through the recipe on his phone, he notices that Lando is in front of the vegetables.

He was only staring at them, holding a knife in one hand and his phone in the other but nothing was happening. "Lando, I sent you the recipe," Max told him.

"I know, but you should cut the onion," Lando said, trying to hand Max the knife.

"Okay, but you have to cut the fish then—"

"Never mind, I'll cut the onion," Lando said, taking back the knife.

Max watched as Lando continued to do nothing, switching between looking at him, the onion, the knife, and his phone in his hand. Suddenly, he put the knife down and looked at Max.

"I have to tell you something, but you cannot tell anyone, including your own girlfriend," Lando said, emphasizing how serious it is by making Max swear not to tell you.

"What is it?" Max asked, skeptical.

“You don’t know how to cook?!” Max exclaimed.

“This is all your fault!” Lando shot back.

“How was I supposed to know you don’t know how to cook?!”

“Why did you even ask me? Do you not know other people who might know how to cook? You could’ve asked Yuki!”

That stumped Max. If he was being honest, he didn’t even think about who to ask to help him cook for you, considering he was panicking and called whoever he called the most recent, which just so happened to be Lando. And he figured that the McLaren helper could give him a hand considering Lando had been posting what he had been cooking on his Instagram close friend's story for a little over a year now.

Only for Lando to admit that the whole thing was fake, everything was takeout put onto a plate, and he was fooling everyone with his story. Including Max. “Why did you even say yes when I asked you to help me if you knew you didn’t know how to cook?” Max questioned, clueless as to why Lando still came over.

"It all happened so fast, Max. I posted a picture on my story of my takeout that was just put on a plate and everyone was responding to it, saying it looked good. And then it kept on happening and next thing you know, I was considered good at cooking! I thought I was going to avoid, you know, actually cooking but then you asked me to help you cook dinner for Y/N, and if I said no, you'd get suspicious—" Lando started to rant.

"Lando," Max interrupted Lando, immediately quieting the McLaren driver. 

"I'll keep your secret, no matter how weird I think it is. Just, help me cook, and don't burn down the kitchen,"

"I can do that," Lando said

Lando burnt the kitchen down. 

Well, nearly burnt the kitchen down because apparently, he didn't know you aren’t supposed to put tin foil in the microwave and he didn't know what was happening in the microwave until Max saw it and yelled. Once Lando finally saw the fire, instead of trying to do something, he ran out of the kitchen and left Max to deal with it instead.

“I could’ve died,” Max told Lando.

“You’re overreacting. It was just the microwave,” Lando said.

“I was overreacting? You didn’t even know what was happening and just ran out without even helping,” Max said.

“What the fuck was I supposed to do?”

“Call the firefighters!”

“Well, they’re here, aren’t they?!”

“BECAUSE OF ME!”

Before either one of them could bicker anymore, you rushed towards them, wearing your work clothes. “Max? Why are there firefighters— Lando? Why are you here? Were you and Max hanging out when the fire happened? Are you guys okay?” You asked, checking both of them for any injuries.

“Schat, we’re fine. We were cooking when the fire happened,” Max said, gently prying your hands away from his face and holding your hands in his own.

“Cooking? But neither of you cooks,” You pointed out, confused.

“Of course, I cook! I post whenever I cook,” Lando tried saying.

“Post? Oh, you mean when you post on your story about your take-out food on a plate?” You said, unaware of how Max was laughing and Lando looking like a kicked puppy.

“You know it’s take-out?” Lando asked.

“Lan, you can see the logo of the restaurants in some of the pictures,” You tried saying carefully, now aware of how sad Lando was.

Spotting the firefighters from afar, who were waiting for one of you to talk to them, you turned to Max and Lando, who went back to bickering about something. “How about I cook something? Lando, you can join us if you want,” you offered, but before Lando could answer, you went to talk to the firefighters.

“You can’t eat with us,” Max immediately said.

“Why not? She just said—”

“I don’t care. Tell her you’re busy or something,”

“But I like her cooking,”

“She’s my girlfriend!”

“Why can’t you be the one to tell her that you don’t want me to eat dinner with you guys?”

“And get scolded about how we should spend time with our friends? No thanks,”

“Well, I guess I’m eating with you guys,” Lando said, smug.

Max glared at him and said, “I shouldn’t have said anything and just left the kitchen,”

[pedrospatch]

bailé con mi ex l (javier peña x female reader)

summary: After a night out at the club with your friends, you confess to Javier that you danced with your ex-boyfriend and he doesn’t take the news too well.

pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

warnings: 18+ only, minors dni. Protective, jealous and slightly possessive Javi, he is a lil toxic, but just a smidge I promise; innocent-ish reader; angst, bits of fluff sprinkled in here and there. Not proofread for spelling, sorry!

word count 2.2k

a/n 📝 wooo, Vee finally popped her Javi cherry. testing the waters with this one, I also have a couple prompts from a while back to still write. it is based on a Becky G song, yes I know she and this song did not exist back in the day (I think? Idk what year she was born tbh) but ANYWAY I just really like the lyrics and plus it’s fiction so who cares lmao. Translations at the end ✨

Tú no me creerás, pensarás que hay algo más

es difícil de entenderlo, pero no sería capaz de enganãrte

y si te lo cuento

es porque tengo muy claro lo que siento

It was half past one o’ clock in the morning—you had told Javier you’d be home by midnight at the very latest. But a night out at one of the more popular clubs in Bogotá celebrating a close friend’s birthday meant that none of the girls were going to allow you to leave that early without giving you some kind of shit about it, so you had stayed just a little while longer and tossed back another drink or two before finally calling it a night. Your friends still gave you grief about it, but knowing Javier, he would be worried, especially since cartel violence in the region had begun to escalate over the last several months, worsening to the point where Javi didn’t even like you going out to the produce market all by yourself in broad daylight.

You tried to be as quiet as possible as you pulled your keys out from your purse, fumbling around with them in the dark until you’d finally found the right one to unlock the front door of yours and Javier’s shared apartment. You slipped inside and the moment that you did, the lights flipped on, causing you to whirl around and let out a startled little yelp. 

You turned to see Javier standing there, fully dressed in his jeans and a tight red button up shirt with his set of car keys clutched in hand. “Javi,” You breathed out his name as your hand flew to your chest. You shot him a glare. “Jesus Christ, you scared the hell out of me! What in the world are you doing? Why are you dressed—do you have any idea what time it is right now?”

“Do you have any idea what time it is right now?” Javier retorted, raising an eyebrow at you. Part of him seemed to be upset, but the other part of him seemed more relieved than anything. He tossed his keys down onto the small, hallway table and walked over to you, taking your face between his large hands as he kissed your forehead. He let his lips linger on your skin as he reminded you, “You told me you would be home by midnight, amor. You can’t tell me that and then come home almost two hours later. You know how bad things are out there right now. You could have at least called me to let me know you’d be late.”

“I’m sorry, I know. It’s just that the girls were shoving shot glass after shot glass right into my hands and time just got away from me,” You said, placing both of your hands right over his. Your eyes met his dark brown ones and you flashed him a sincere, apologetic look. “I’m really sorry I didn’t call. I didn’t mean to make you worry, Javi.”

He sighed. “Well, you’re home safe now. That’s all that matters to me.” Javier dropped his hands from your face and led you into the living room. “Can I get you anything, baby? Are you thirsty?”

“Actually, I’d love a glass of water,” You admitted, kicking off your black, high heeled shoes before dropping down onto the supple, brown leather couch. You watched him as he padded over into the kitchen. “I didn’t get as drunk as I thought I would, you know.” You added jokingly, “I think my tolerance for tequila is through the roof now.”

Javi laughed as he pulled a glass from one of the kitchen cabinets; he then filled it with water from the jug he’d pulled out of the refrigerator. “But you still had fun, right?”

“God, I had so much fun,” You told him with a grin. “I danced all night, Javi.”

“With who?” He’d asked the question casually, but you could detect the seriousness behind it. 

Your smile faded slightly.

At first, you hadn’t planned to tell him. But Javier was the love of your life, and you would never dare to keep any kind of secret from him.

Still, you knew he wouldn’t be all too happy with what you were about to confess.

Javier walked back over to you, handing you the glass of water. He frowned, noticing the hesitant expression on your face. “What is it?” He placed his hands on his hips, peering at you curiously. “You didn’t dance with any guys, did you?”

“Just one,” You admitted, softly. 

Javier froze a moment, his shoulders going rigid. 

“What?” Through gritted teeth, he demanded to know, “Who?”

The moment your ex boyfriend’s name fell from your lips, the color drained from Javier’s face. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

Setting the glass down on the table beside the couch, you quickly jumped up and held up your hands in defense. “Wait a minute, before you get mad about it, just let me explain—”

“What the hell is there to explain?” Javier nearly growled at you. “That you went to some nightclub and danced with another man? One who happens to be your fucking ex-boyfriend? Es en serio?”

You went up to him, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “Javi, please. Just wait one second—”

He snatched his arm away. “Don’t touch me!”

Your heart sank and you backed away. “Really? You’re not even going to let me explain myself?”

“There’s nothing to explain,” Javier replied coolly. His eyes flickered up and down, giving you a quick once over from head to toe. “I would have never thought that you would be such a—”

Javier stopped himself, knowing all too damn well that he was far too angry to think clearly before letting anything come out of his mouth.

But it was too late.

He could see the hurt that flashed in your eyes. 

“Such a what?” You crossed your arms over your chest, the blood in your veins running frigid. You then raised a knowing eyebrow at him. “Such a whore?”

“I didn’t say fucking that,” he muttered, averting your gaze.

Blinking back the tears that burned your eyes, you roughly shoved past him and went straight into the bathroom. Trembling, you began looking for a clean washcloth so that you could start taking off your makeup.

The sound of the front door slamming violently just a minute or two later caused you to wince.

Certain that Javier was gone, you sank down onto the cold white tile and began to sob.

A couple of hours later into the early morning, you were sitting on your bed in nothing but one of Javier’s shirts. 

You had cried and cried, releasing your emotions until your eyes had gone dry.

You’d hoped Javier would come right back home and talk things out with you, but by the time four o’ clock rolled around, you had given up on that hope. Letting out an exhausted sigh, you were just about to reach out and switch off the lamp on the nightstand next to the bed when you heard the sound of the front door opening and then closing. 

You swallowed harshly as the sound of his footsteps approaching drew closer and closer.

Javier walked into the bedroom, looking surprised to see you sitting there, still awake at this hour. He spoke in a cold tone that let you know he was still upset with you. “I thought you would be asleep by now.”

Even from where he stood, you could smell the heavy stench of cigarettes and scotch all over him.

“I was waiting up for you,” You murmured, quietly.

Javier kicked the bedroom door closed behind him and let out a long sigh. He said nothing else to you as he kicked off his tan boots and began shrugging out of his shirt, tossing it aside.

“Where were you?” You asked him, your small voice breaking through the silence. 

“I needed a drink,” he responded curtly with his back to you.

“We have drinks here, you know.”

“Yeah, well I needed something a lot stronger than what we’ve got.”

Finally, Javier had no choice but to turn around and face you.

The second he did, a fresh tear slipped down the side of your face.

Javier’s stomach sank deeply and the expression on his face immediately softened.

“Bebe—”

You lifted both your hands to your mouth, muffling a broken sob.

“Hell, I’m sorry,” he apologized as he walked over, taking a seat beside you on the bed. He reached for your wrists, gently tugging them away from your face. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to get so upset at you, alright?”

“Do you really think that of me? Do you think that I’m a—?” You’d said the word once, but couldn’t find it in yourself to utter it again.

“Of course I don’t, mi vida. I was just angry, I wasn’t even thinking.” He paused, noticing the way you were trembling and reached up to cradle the side of your face in his palm. “Put yourself in my shoes for a second. Wouldn’t you be angry at me if I came home from a late night at the club and told you I had danced with one of my exes?”

“Probably,” You admitted, feeling the envy boil in your lower belly as you thought about him holding another woman in his arms. “But I would have at least given you the chance to explain yourself. I mean, have I ever given you a reason not to trust me, Javi?”

Javier opened his mouth to speak, then clamped it shut.

He’d fucked up.

“Well?” You prompted him. “Answer me, Javier. Have I ever done anything to make you think that you can’t trust me?”

“No.” His hand dropped from your face. He spoke again, guilt lacing his tone. “You’ve never given me one single reason not to trust you.”

You let out a small, shaky sigh and brought your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them. “He was at the club with his friends tonight,” You began to explain to him. You noticed the way Javier stiffened slightly; although you knew he didn’t want to hear about how you had danced with your ex-boyfriend, you decided to continue on anyway. He needed to know. “He came up to me and he said hello. We had a drink together and then he asked me to dance with him.” Unable to help yourself, you let out a small breathy chuckle. “We danced to quite a few songs, actually. It was just like old times.”

Javier’s jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists.

Before he could say anything, you lifted one of your own hands to stop him. “He was a great guy, Javier. We had a good relationship, but it just didn’t work out. It wasn’t meant to be. When we broke up, it was amicable and we wished each other best and now, a couple years later, we both have the best. He’s with someone he loves and I’m with someone that I love too.” You offered him a tiny, watery smile. “I don’t have eyes or space in my heart for anyone else but you, Javier. Seeing him again and dancing with him tonight made me realize that I would never even dare to think about jeopardizing our relationship. I love you more than anything, and I would never do anything to betray you.” 

He stared at you, mouth agape.

Oh, he’d definitely fucked up.

Before meeting you, Javier had never been the kind of man to do relationships—because he’d never known how to do relationships. 

Before you’d walked into his life, all Javier knew was meaningless sex with escorts and informants, one night stands with coworkers—regardless of who he fucked, he had always been able to walk away the following morning without any sort of attachment. It’s what he wanted, or at least, it’s what he’d thought he wanted. 

And then Javier met you. 

You weren’t the type of woman who he’d normally set his sights on. You didn’t walk around almost naked like half the women in Colombia, you didn’t smoke, you rarely ever even cursed and only drank when your friends pressured you into it—you had this kind of sweet innocence written all over you, and normally Javier would never look twice at a woman like you because a woman like you looked for a boyfriend; not a fuck buddy and certainly not a one night stand.

Javier Peña had never been boyfriend material. 

He didn’t know how to be in a relationship.

At least not a healthy one. 

Even now, he struggled to be the partner that you deserved. He met your physical needs without a single problem, but your emotional needs were something of a challenge for him. Still, Javi loved you with every fiber of his entire being and he was more than willing to keep on trying to be the man you needed him to be in every way possible. 

“I’m sorry,” Javier murmured again after a while. He reached out, placing his hand on your bare thigh. “I am so sorry, baby. Perdoname, preciosa. Please.”

You placed your hand on top of his, giving him another little smile. “Of course I forgive you, Javi.”

Relieved, he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. As he began to deepen the kiss, his hands reached out, tugging at the hem of his shirt were wearing.

“Javi, it’s four in the morning,” You giggled against his lips.

Javier chuckled. He pushed you back against the pillows and swung his leg over to climb on top of you. “When has that ever stopped us before?”

“True,” You grinned up at him before pulling him down towards you for another kiss.

;Translations

lyrics:

You might not believe me, you’ll think there’s something more

it’s difficult to understand, but I could never betray you

if I’m telling you this, it’s because I know exactly how I feel

fic:

amor - love

es en serio? - are you serious?

bebe - baby

mi vida - my life

perdoname, preciosa - forgive me, precious girl

[hydriad81194]

WOOO RANDOM DEATH FAMILY HEADCANONS

Lmao sorry pissa and death family nation for being somewhat inactive, take these headcanons that probably don’t align with canon as compensation

THIS IS ABOUT THE CHARACTERS NOT CONTENT CREATORS BTW

Not a single person in the Death Family is warm to touch and can often be cold before bed, their houses and nests are always somehow really warm and blanket full

Missa and Phil built a small shelf in the kitchen in the house at old spawn, Missa and Chayanne have filled it with cookbooks

Tallulah knows how to make perfume and because Missa has been away for a while, Tallulah has been making perfumes for him for when he gets back

Adding onto the last one, there have been lots of ‘failed attempts’, ie Tallulah was being nit picky with the scents and trying to figure out exactly what he likes

Missa will like anything and everything given to him, so long as it’s made with love

Phil, on the other hand, will like everything and anything given to him even if it’s given with hate, because he assumes the other has a connection to it (assumes they might just like things like he does)

When Missa first left on the old spawn Phil used to make small dinners for him that wouldn’t go bad for a while just in case Missa came back when he came back

Overtime, they would get more complex and put in the fridge with a note left for him

Every single meal, regardless of what it is, will have toast cut in the shape of Phil’s had with avocado making the green stripes, and another toast cut like a skull with blueberries for the details

Chayanne used to stress bake when his parents were gone, and that improved his skills in cooking really quickly

Tallulah walks extremely quietly, Chayanne picked this up and it scares Phil every time

Despite his parents vibes and all that, Chayanne refuses to wear black sweaters specifically, shirts are on thin ice and black k shorts or pants are a coin flip, this is because he doesn’t like flour showing on them when he doesn’t want to use an apron

Tallulah used to pick at her nails when nervous, but started picking at flowers instead and now her nails hurt if she scratches you

It doesn’t matter who you are, if you become apart of the Death Family, the first thing you’re taught is how to paint your nails

When Phil doesn’t have a bookmark with him and when his wings had healed enough, he would pluck a feather out and use it as a bookmark

Either Phil or Missa doggy ears pages in a book and genuinely can’t tell who, I just think one of them does even if they have a bookmark available

There are a shit ton of keychains on Phil’s bag, you give him one, it could be of anything (besides anything fed related), it’s going on that bag

Phil sometimes wishes he could proper speak bird, I guess, this is only so he could also flirt with and compliment Missa in another language like he does

Chayanne has crocs

When Tallulah cut her hair, she asked for a photo of Missa and mimicked his hairstyle

Whenever Missa is awake/goes to sleep with Phil, the eggs silently rejoice because those two hug each other extremely closely when they sleep

Despite Missa being gone for the longest time, when Phil didn’t come back on Mexican Independence Day, he developed a fear of him leaving him, like physically being far away when he didn’t know where he is and if he was okay, he understands now what Phil feels when he’s gone

Missa, because he’s the tallest between a bird man and children, will pick them up and spin them, even if only for a bit lmao he’s not strong

Adding onto that one, whenever Phil is too excited or stress or just overwhelmed with any emotions, Missa spins him around to help and it works for some reason

Phil started to spin himself in circles when overwhelmed and when Missa was gone

After the birdhouse and when Phil was physically alone, he used to sit by a crafting table with rocks and ores and make little figures of Chayanne, Tallulah and Missa, they weren’t the best and didn’t the proportions weren’t amazing, but he spent weeks on each one and added little faces with a marker

He left the Chayanne and Tallulah statues on their respective beds, with Missa beside the flower pot, hoping they would be replaced with the real people when he woke up

They never were, but Phil put them in the window upstairs once the eggs were back

When the eggs first went missing, Phil took out some cookbooks, and every single meal that looked frequently used/visited was made, and always left out for Missa

If they weren’t eaten, Phil would eat half of it for his dinner the next day, the other half in a fridge

He actually made Missa a fridge to put all these meal in and painted it to suit his vibes

The trash cans used to always filled with sticky notes because everyday, Phil would write ‘Dinner for you’ with a silly little doodle on it for Missa if he returned while sleeping

Tallulah writes in cursive

When Missa was gone, Phil used to write his name like Misƨa (second s is backwards) and make the tops each s look like half a heart, so it made a heart in his name

Missa picked up on this and always wrote Philza instead of Phil so he could put a heart with the z and a

Im bad at explaining so this is what I mean by their names:

[marvelobsessed134]

How about an NSFW one where Paul Stanley gets pranked by a rocker dudette fan (I'm talking leather jacket, jeans, wristbands, band t shirt underneath, the whole nine yards) but then it turns into a little something spicy *Wink Wink*🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Prank call gone wrong

Pairings: Paul Stanley x Fem!reader

Warnings: smut, rough sex, degradation, dumbifacation, size kink, and I think that’s it.

A/n: this might be my longest one yet

Summary: your prank on Paul Stanley goes amazingly wrong.

You’ve found the number to Paul’s hotel room. You’re still stoked that you’re staying in the same hotel as him! You had a couple hours to spare before the Kiss concert and you wondered if he was still in his room or if he was at the stadium. Either way, you wanted to prank call him.

Having thought of a script before hand, you excitedly dialed the number. How you got the number? You overheard a groupie telling it to her friend. And you have a pretty good memory.

It rang for a few seconds before he answered, “Hello?” His voice sent chills down your spine. God you love his voice. “Oh my god, Robert is that you? You’re with another girl aren’t you?” You responded trying your best to sound like an angry girlfriend.

“Umm my names not Robert I think you have the wrong-“

“Okay, so you’re just gonna pretend it’s not you. I’m not stupid, Robert. You’re with Brenda aren’t you? That skank.”

“I-“

“We were supposed to get married, Robert. How could you? I hate you so much pack all of your shit and get out of my house.” You fake cried before slamming the phone down. You laughed maniacally before deciding to go down to the hotel restaurant to get a bite to eat before the concert.

—

Paul was confused. So he asked Gene about it. “You’ve been prank called.” The bassist replied simply.

“‘Prank called’ what does that mean?” The singer asked.

“You can’t be that stupid. Put the two words together. Prank and call.”

Paul then realized what Gene was talking about. “So some chick just prank called me that’s great. Who was it? Because she woke me up from my sleep.” He grumbled. The other man shrugged his shoulders.

-at the concert-

You standing amongst the rest of the screaming fans as Kiss made their grand entrance onto the stage. As usual it was epic. Pyrotechnics, lights, dancers. And of course, the music. You were right up against the barricade. “Wooo! Hell yes!” You yelled as you did the rock n roll sign with your hands.

For some reason during the show, Paul kept looking at you. Which made you flustered. Who wouldn’t be? The show went on and after it ended, you waited to be one of the last to leave so you wouldn’t have to deal with the crowd.

You walked, the stadium was pretty much empty, you were alone. You felt someone grab your shoulder. You turned to see non other than the Starchild himself.

“Holy shit Paul Stanley!” You shouted but not too loud. “Shut up, people will hear. Now come with me.” He hissed before gripping your arm tightly and dragging you to his dressing room.

He slammed the door shut and pushed you against it. His grip firm on both of your arms as he looked down at you. “So, you’re the one who prank called me?” He asked.

“How’d you find out?” You asked in response.

“I have my ways. I just want you to know that you disturbed my sleep and you should know I need every hour of it.”

You rolled your eyes, “Okay? So you dragged me all the way here just so you could complain that my little call woke you up?”

“You better watch that mouth, missy.”

“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?”

“I’ll give you something better to do with it.” As he said this, Paul undid his belt before pulling down his pants and boxers. His large cock sprang free and your eyes widened. He used his other hand to pulled you down onto your knees.

“You gonna suck my cock like a good girl?” The singer asked as he stroked his large cock in front of you. You were shocked by the whole situation. How did it lead to this? Not like you’re complaining, though.

You moved to grab his thighs to stable yourself but was quickly stopped. “Ah, ah. Hands behind your back.” And so, you put your hands behind your back allowing him full control over you. Paul grabbed your hair and pushed his cock in your mouth. You closed your lips around his length before he began bobbing your head back and forth.

“Fuck, you have such a good mouth, baby. This is all you’re good for isn’t it? Such a dumb little thing that only knows how to suck dick.” The singers’ filthy words made you extremely wet. He continued to fuck your face before pulling you off his cock. “I see my cock barely fit in your mouth, didn’t it? You’re so fucking tiny it’s pathetic. I can rip you in two if I wanted.”

Paul grabbed your hair to pull you up, and he dragged you over to the couch and sat down pulling you onto his lap so you were straddling him. You could feel his hard cock through your leather pants. You started to grind on him as the two of you made out.

The singer began to kiss your neck down to your collarbone before throwing your leather jacket off your shoulders. A tank top with his face on it was underneath. He smirked, “Well, I see you must really like me huh?”

“I just like your voice.” You lied.

“Are you sure you don’t like my dick too?” He chuckled when your face went red. He pulled his shirt off before pulling yours off, groaning when he saw you wore nothing underneath. The raven haired man massaged your breasts, tweaked your nipples and bit and sucked on them. You were in complete bliss.

In one swift motion you were laid on your back. He was roughly taking your boots off and pulling your pants and panties down. You instinctively spread your legs.

“You think I’m gonna lick that pussy after what you’ve done? You’re just gonna lay there take my cock like a good slut.” He said before ramming into you without warning. You squealed in both pain and surprise. “Oh my god you’re so fucking tight. My cock can barely even fit this tiny pussy.” Paul moaned as he began to pump in and out of your tight wet hole.

You couldn’t think straight at all. You only laid there as Paul fucked you, used you. But oh you fucking loved it.

He pulled you up so you were straddling him again, his cock still inside you. The singer gripped your hips and slammed you up and down on his large cock.

“You like this baby? Bet you didn’t think about this when you called me today huh?” You couldn’t respond to him, and he was getting a kick out of it.

“Aww is my baby going all dumb on my cock? You had so much to say moments ago.”

You gripped his shoulders as he used you as a flesh light, feeling yourself get closer and closer to the edge. You finally clenched around him, “Ah!” You screamed in surprise.

“Fuck that was hot. Get on your knees again.” The singer commanded. You quickly got on your knees and grabbed his cock, putting it into your mouth sucking hard and fast, wanting his cum more than anything.

Paul put his hands behind his head as he leaned back with a cocky smile. “Yeah, you want my cum don’t you? Pathetic, really.” You jerked him off a couple times before his cum squirted all over your face.

Tears were in your eyes cause some of it got in them. Your mascara was smeared and so was your lipstick. Your hair disheveled and cum all over your face. “You look so fucking beautiful like this. Get cleaned up, I’ll give you my number for next time.”

[ech0schamber]

Goof ball Dazai

this is honestly just random goofy headcanons shoved into one post

☆we've already seen how dramatic he is in the anime, and just how goofy he is in the manga, but i'm going to add onto that

☆definitely the prank master at the agency, everyone gets pranked by him at some point including ranpo, somehow

☆he sticks to pulling small pranks, ones that won't cause any harm to someone, or put someone into genuine emotional stress.

☆he'll take your pen when your not looking, only to put it right back where it was when he notices you getting frustrated

☆loves having playful insult matches with his s/o, he trusts that you won't take it too far. if he starts them, it will go on until one of you surrender, or cant come up with any more insults. on the other hand tho, if you start the insult matches, he'll put on a show with his theatrics

☆he'll fall to the ground, clutching his heart and saying some bs like "how could you do this to me?" "you've wounded me, my dear"

☆he won't get off of the ground till you give him a kiss

☆pull the prank of pulling away from him right before he kisses you. he'll pout at first, but act oblivious to it. he'll see through the prank pretty quickly, and wooo boy, you better be ready to run when he does.

☆he'll turn it into a game of cat and mouse, so you better hope you can run faster than him. he'll eventually corner you and will give you a million kisses right then and there, doesn't matter if your in public or not

☆challenge him in video games. especially competitive games, like Splatoon, but be prepared for him to try to sabotage you! he will push you off of the couch in order to win, smack him with a pillow as revenge.

☆speaking of pillows. he will absolutely start a pillow fights with you, if your weaking then him, he will let you win and beat the shit out of him every now and again

☆but of course, this is Dazai were talking about. he will feign his surrender, but the second you put your pillow down, he's going for the attack. a tickle attack, to be specific

☆will absolutely settle any debate he can, with rock paper scissors. trying to get him to go grocery shopping? rock paper scissors. trying to get him to take a shower before you? rock paper scissors.

------

...can you tell that i really like Dazai?

[saturnplaza]

INTRODUCTION (redone)

HIYA MY NAMES SATURN OR JAYDEN Whichever you'd like to call me!

I am non-binary and Pansexual:p

I'm also a minor (15) don't be a creep or I will show up to your house with a Glock 19

I USE THE TAGS #Saturn Rambles #Saturn Does Not Shut Up, and #Saturn Talking About Random Things as Always -- As personal tags for posts written by me

I ALSO HAVE A SIDE BLOG FOR WHEN I GET JAILED (which isn't often) @saturnneedtopost

STATUS - ONLINEE

Song of the mood:

Message - DRINKING NIGHTTT

MORE INFO ABOUT ME AND MY BLOG UNDER THE CUT!

I love music, writing and art!

I also play bass and sing :p

I hope to one day be in a band.

I do sometimes use this blog to vent, though I am mostly a bandom blog

Also I'm an emo little shit.X3

Bite me >-<

I also have, Severe Anxiety, Depression, Borderline Personality Disorder, and Severe Paranoia.

I AM AN ARTIST (art Blog in progress)

I WRITE FANFICTION

I AM AN EDITOR

(Links attached and below)

I'M INTO ALOT. like alot alot...

So much I can't name SO ILL DO TOP 5 FANDOMS (not in order) IM IN -- split by bands, and misc. (Cause I am mostly a Bandom blog)

BANDS!!:

+ MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE

+ PEIRCE THE VEIL

+ FALL OUT BOY

+ SLEEPING WITH SIRENS

+ PANIC AT THE DISCO (no pftw and vlv)

OTHER!!:

+RESIDENT EVIL

+YELLOWJACKETS

+LIFE IS STRANGE

+CRY OF FEAR

+THE GOLDFINCH

-SOCIAL MEDIAS-

I'm on alot of social medias so I'll make it easy for you all

LINKTREE All of my fanfiction gets promoted on this blog and posted onto my A03! https://archiveofourown.org/users/SATURNPLAZA/pseuds/SATURNPLAZA

I ALSO WRITE ON LIVEJOURNAL !!! If you are more interested in more intimate writing, or blogging this is where you'd want to be-- I use it as an online diary from time to time

https://saturnplaza.livejournal.com/ SOCIAL MEDIAS TikTok -- https://www.tiktok.com/@saturnplaza I EDIT WOOO WHOOO. I have always loved editing and I am pretty good at it (I may just be biased cause its myself) --- I edit alot of random things I'm into --- Fair warning my upload times do very --- But I am very active with moots and fandoms Tumblr -- You don't need a link we're on my blog: AH YES, my infamous blog where I yap about the most random shit cause I am the queen of yapper town. I am very active and interact a lot with people.

[bowdownperv]

Angry Billy Smut??

Rage

18+: Angst, extreme smut

It was one of those nights were Billy came home slamming the door shut and throwing his keys on the table. Kicking his shoes off and stomping straight towards the kitchen. You jolted in place when you heard him banging his fist against the counter top.

You were already in bed with your heartbeat now racing as you listened to his muffled yelling from the other room. You never asked or knew where Billy was that made him come home like this. Part of you didn’t want to know. Why were his clothes always so dirty, why was there blood on his knuckles, was he with other girls? Billy scared you, but it was something about that turned you on. It made you able to feel your racing pulse down in your core. It made you drip.

You pulled your blanket off and headed to the kitchen to comfort him. Wearing only your now damp panties and one of his shirts that fit you like a skirt. You entered the kitchen of your small home and saw him leaning on the counter with his handsome face in his hands.

“Billy?” you mumbled, slowly approaching him with your hand. He jolted up and smacked your hand down to throw his finger in front of your face.

“Don’t touch me!” He shouted. You gasped. It wasn’t that unusual for Billy to be stern with you but this was excessive. A tear slowly ran down your cheek as you hoped Billy would comfort you. “I just wanted to know if everything was okay, you can talk to me y’know”.

Billy slammed his fist against the wall with a groan. Slamming the cabinets shut, breaking dishes.

“B-Billy” you cried out”. Finally, Billy turned around and walked towards you. You opened your arms expecting a hug but instead were picked up and thrown over his shoulder as he carried you to the bedroom. You yelped with surprise but anticipation.

He threw you down onto the bed and got on his knees in front of it. Pulling you by the arms, he tore your panties off and shoved his mouth onto your pussy. “Fuck!”, you screamed out. Billy stuck his tongue inside you as he ate you out. His soft eyes looking up at you devilishly as his tongue fucked your pussy. His saliva mixing with your own juices dripping down onto the floor.

The sweet feeling of his soft lips pressing against your folds as he held your legs over his head to tongue fuck you deeper. It was all too much.

“Billy! Fuck- I’m gonna cum”, you screamed out in pleasure. You felt a knot come loose in your stomach as you squirted all over Billy’s face. He dropped your legs as he wiped your cum off his face to lick and gave you an angry stare.

“That’s it”, he mumbled he stood up and threw his shirt off over his head. His hands when don’t touch unbutton his pants. You crawled over to him from the bed wanting to help but he forcefully pushed you back down onto your back. He was pissed.

Once his pants were off, you saw the bulge in his boxers. Your mouth was salivating. He pulled them down next over his thick thighs and grabbed his hardening cock with one of his big hands.

“You want some of this” he asked deeply, slowly stroking it and throwing his head back in pleasure.

“Please Billy!”, you cried out. Seeing him standing there, legs spread big cock in his hand, and his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. He was going to fuck the shit out of you.

With no hesitation Billy grabbed your legs and pulled you flush against him.

He tapped the head of his cock over your pussy a few times. You could feel the weight off it. You thought about how deep he would be able to go. “Please Billy, fuck me!” With that, Billy pushed his cock into you and let out a loud roar.

“Wooo!” He shouted as he tightly grabbed onto your thighs to pull all his length into you. At first it stung but you quickly got used to his large size and that feeling turned into pleasure.

“Oh, fuck!” You screamed out in ecstasy. Billy was wasting no time fucking you as hard and fast as he could. Putting all that aggression and energy into destroying your tiny cunt. You banged your head back against the mattress as you started seeing stars from how good it all felt.

Billy stood there with his meaty legs spread and his ass cheeks flexing with every hard thrust he pounded into you. His balls were hanging low and full of cum as they kissed the curve of your ass with each thrust. The sound of them slapping against you turning you on even more leaving red marks on your skin. Billy was loud. Grunting and devilishly smiling as he watched his length disappear into your pussy. He loved the way your velvety walls squeezed against his thick cock as he quite literally stretched you out.

“Tell me how much you like my big cock, sweetheart”, he asked. “Fuck!”, you screamed. “Such a big cock!”

With that Billy pulled out flipped you over onto your stomach. Your pussy felt cold and empty without him in there. Billy landed a hard slap against your ass that would surely leave a mark as he slid his cock back inside you.

This time both of his hands pressing down on the small of your back as he drilled his cock into you as fast as he could. Like a machine. Loud deep groans filling the room and covering up your tiny whimpers as he put one of his hands on your head and shoved it into the mattress. You were so overstimulated. His cock giving your pussy no mercy as you moaned into your mattress. Sweat was dripping from his body onto yours. You reached back to grab Billy’s thighs, needing something to hold onto. Leaving tiny crescent shaped marks in his skin as your gripped onto them tightly. Billy gave you no remorse, using you purely for his own need and desire.

You were simply a toy for his cock.

Slaps were delivered to your ass as his cock fucked you into another world. Your back arching up as you felt your second climax arising, Billy grabbed a fist full of your hair to yank and he continued to fuck you like an animal.

Like a devil.

Chanting softly, “yeah, yeah, yeah” as he watched your ass jiggle from his pounding. He was completely dominating you. It only took a few more thrusts until you were crying. “M gonna cum!” you cried. “Again?” Billy asked snarly with a grin, “gonna fuck a big load into you when you do princess”. He grabbed onto your ass checks pulling them up slightly as he continued fucking you. Want daddy to fill this little thing up?” He asked. “Yes, please! Fuck!” you screamed.

Billy threw himself on top of you and kissed your neck as he got ready to cum inside you. The two of you moaned in synch as he made a few purple hickeys you would have to cover up with makeup for school the next day. His deep hot breaths warming up your ear. He passionately pounded into you with all his weight crushing on top of you. When you felt him brushing up against your cervix you were done.

“I’m cumming daddy!” you yelped. Your juices squirting out to coat his cock and drip onto your bedsheets. That was enough for Billy to finish. His cock twitched as he shot strings of cum deep inside you. He fucked his cum deeper in you for a while before pulling out.

A string of cum still connecting his cock to your pussy.

You laid down smiling as Billy got dressed, expecting him to cuddle you until you both fell asleep. But instead you heard the door shut behind you as he left the bedroom and headed outside to start his car. Leaving you face down, ass up, on the bed and still dripping.

Part 2

[iguessitsjustme]

Takara's Treasure Ep 1 & 2 Thoughts

 Okay so I just finished Cosmetic Playlover (here is the start of my liveblog if you want to read) and I’m still on the JBL train so it’s time for Takara’s Treasure. I know so little about this show it kind of feels like I’m going in blind but I do know some things. Kind of. Under the cut:

That is my exact question baby boy. What constitutes “a wrong crowd”

NOT THE CHERRY BLOSSOMS WHEN HE APPEARS LKSJDGHKDJFHGKH

Oh he loves plants. I’m obsessed. Love him. 

So because of how I do these liveblogs, you guys do not know how long it takes me to watch each episode. Y’all can just read the next bullet right away but I need to mention how doing these has helped me notice a pattern for myself. It always takes me sooooo long to start getting into shows. I started this episode about an hour ago and I’m not done yet. The episode is 23 minutes long. It takes me so long because I either get distracted or interrupted, but the second I start feeling very attached to the characters, it’s game over and I start flying through the episodes. Especially on a binge. It’s just fascinating to me and I’m kind of glad you guys can’t tell because it is genuinely very frustrating sometimes to want to watch a show and have to fight my brain to keep going because it got distracted (or sometimes it’s because I’m having a flare up and I need to break from the show to deal with it). Anyway, with that said, time to get back on track. I can at least finish episode 1.

Aw the poor baby who lost his bird. I saw this coming but it hurts. I lost my pets a few years ago really tragically (do not ask me about this I will not answer any questions) and it hurts so bad still. I struggle with pets/animals in shows that pass away. It is one of the very, very few things that is actually likely to make me cry. So I get it. Sitting on the mountain and crying all day? Good. Let him process that grief. Let it out baby boy let it out.

What has this man been through? What traumas has he suffered? That is a look of a man who has dealt with some shit. Which means I am going to love him. I am going to absolutely adore him, aren’t I?

Yeah I’d fall in love too. Look at this soft, quiet smile.

Oh sweetie baby he made friends! I’m attached now.

Well since the episodes are short, let’s also do episode 2! Wooo! (send help I feel unwell in multiple ways)

As it turns out..feeling unwell made me fall asleep and it is now the next day. But now I’m about to BINGE. God bless. (pain meds my beloved…yes, I was at cvs at 7 this morning don’t look at me)

I love her AND her pants.

I’m not gonna lie guys, I kind of miss the god awful wigs in Japanese BL. Give me wigs like the ones in Seven Days.

I just spilled cheez-its ALL OVER MY COUCH. It is 9 in the morning. I think I’m actually done with the day now. *eats my last applesauce*

Nooo baby don’t tell him to get rid of the hoops. I like the hoops. Don’t change to studs booo

This baby is so cute asking if he can talk to Takara on campus (It’s Takara and Taishin, right? Also I hope I don’t have their names swapped in my head)

Anyway. He’s so cute. Most people would just start talking to him on campus but he asked if it was okay. Oh my precious baby insecure about How to Friend and it’s just delightful.

What a nice man giving up his seat on the bus. I wish I could do that. I mean I can but it hurts me to stand sometimes. But I love when shows give us tiny little human moments like that. It’s so wholesome and beautiful.

Girl he doesn’t owe you an explanation for not dating you. If he said “no” that’s all the info you are entitled to. Just because he’s single doesn’t mean he’s yours. Gosh that really irks me. I think that’s why I have a problem with the faen fatale trope in a lot of BLs. Because the other person never seems to view our BL boy as an actual person with wants and desires. They project their wants and desires onto them and I don’t know…it’s just annoying to watch. I’m glad it’s not as prevalent as it once was.

Mr. Man on the sidewalk. It is 9:30 in the morning. What could you possibly be screaming about?

Oh I am so smart. Takara is so smart. Took the words right out of my mouth. Literally.

I want all of those umbrellas.

Okay okay I can forgive this show for swapping out the hoops for studs if it’s because Takara likes glassware.

I love this man that Taishin keeps meeting at the bus/bus stop. He’s just so human and kind.

I’ve seen Takara smile twice now and both times the smile has been soft and gentle and aimed at Taishin and I love them both so much.

Whelp. Time for episode 3 methinks

[i3utterflyeffect]

you think Untitled would feel the most horror over getting his coat taken from him. He hadn't really thought about it at the time when he'd been the person doing it but now that it was gone he understands just. the powerlessness. The fear. The pain of it. Would Untitled try and make a coat out of Chosen's and his own so at least Chosen could have one, only for Chosen to push it onto him?

\o/ YEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WOOO

he'd absolutely feel horrified with the whole thing, especially since his coat is honestly something he uses to comfort himself a lot in stressful situations.

it's def a selkie tendency to bundle into the coat when stressed but after first turning to a stick and regaining his bearings selkie!alan just laid there hugging his coat because holy shit something that's soft and feels real and is just DIFFERENT. he had some bad disassociation/derealization going on before that with no way to really deal with it other than laying on the task bar and hoping it went away so not having his coat really made things stressful. it was a little bit easier w Chosen ofc though bc dear god that's another person--

he'd definitely do his best to put together a coat honestly. he considered trying to repair dark's coat instead but dark refused because they wanted Chosen to have their coat and everyone in this house is EXTREMELY stubborn, but Dark is by far the most stubborn. dark is also just not fully over the whole thing by the time he tries to repair the coat-- they need to curse and fume and kick the walls and maybe cry a little before they're ready to do anything to repair it. Untitled never really considered how much he'd hurt Dark until faced w it from this angle, probably similar to normal time travel au!

he'd probably make chosen put on the coat before going out, but when he tried to gift it to them entirely they just kind of shrugged and went 'i'm fine with having no coat, i never really had mine in the first place'

[kawaikylian]

A TWO PACK fanfic for my amorcitos 😮‍💨•njr

CUDDLE ME BABY•njr

Fluff

Wrote this one a long time ago enjoy!

Neymar wasn’t always home, busy at games or training, but when he was he’d be asleep snoring right beside you, it’d leave you mesmerized having his presence right beside you possibly dreaming about you .

You were tired but needed Neymar’s arms around you, it was 9:34 and Neymar had a big meeting right after practice, he said he’d come at 9:30!, you texted billions of times waiting for an answer but got none, it was now 9:50 and you were to tired you didn’t hear the door open and footsteps coming up into your room.

Everything sounded blurry if that makes sense but you heard the water faucet turn on realizing Neymar was brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed, yours eyes lit up and you jumped out the bed “Neymar!” He must’ve heard you after he finished brushing his teeth because he turned back to you “your awake baby!” He runs hugging you.

He lifts your legs up to wrap around his waist as you give him millions of neck kisses “I missed you so much” he says and you let go off his neck to glance at him for a sec, “why didn’t you answer my messages” he laughs, he lets you down and goes to grab his bag leaving you confused.

As he does he pulls out a completely broken phone “Kylian thought it would be funny to grab my phone and run away, he dropped it” I gasp, “oh shit, I was so worried for you baby when you wouldn’t answer” you wrap your arms around his body, your head only reaches to his chest, you stand still for a second “I just needed to hug you for a second”.

“Let’s go to bed Lindinha” he says kissing the top of your head grabbing at your ass, he picks you up bridal style, he carefully places your body onto the mattress, he lays his body next to yours, with his other hand he uses it to wrap a soft blanket around the both of you.

“Cuddle me baby”.

TE EXTRANO•njr

Fluff

No,you and Neymar hadn’t been away from each other for too long, it just so happens the entire day you had been unable to see each other,Neymar was busy training and now had a game, you were in the stands cheering for him, a long side was davi and neymars sister Rafaella, you missed him deeply.

Rafaella had assured you everything would be fine, finally came halftime and your eyes gleamed seeing Neymar walking into the tunnel, then there you realized you could go see him.

“Ney!” You run jumping into his arms the other of his arm grabbing at your waist pressing you deeply, you head “wooos” in attempt to tease.”te extrañe tanto mi amorcito”, “eu também linda” he says kissing at your neck, you let go and he goes to hug his sister and his son, you smile, “davi go pose with your dad and let me take a picture!”, Neymar picks him up leading to davi posing with a funny smile.

Pertend he’s wearing whatever jersey you want<3

The camera clicks and leaves you and rafaella smiling and squealing at how adorable davi was, “oh my god! Send me that!” She says and you nod,it’s been 10 minutes of you all talking and meeting up with everyone, “baby I have to go now, te amo” he says kissing you on the lips delicately, you have a warm smile telling him to go on.

You feel like crying when he leaves but you can’t do anything about it.

10 minutes into the game and Neymar scores leaving you screaming as loud as you can “LETS GOOO!!!!” You, davi, and rafaella all scream at the same time waving your Brazilian flags, there’s a huge screen in the stadium.

You take a glance at Neymar before taking a full closer look, you see him throwing a kiss at you, right at you, specifically at you, he doesn’t do it to the screen, he still finds your figure, considering how far away you both were he still found you.

He points at you at first and then sends a imaginary kiss, you smile and pretend as if your head over heels for the camera,the moment goes on the news and social media goes wild the first 20 minutes, after the game you find your way towards Neymar.

You hug him “I’m so proud of you baby” you say kissing his lips , “ I wouldn’t be kissing you so delicately right now but there’s too much people” you say in his ear making him blush, you had never seen him blush so hard.

[sibillascribbles08]

Please do 139 and 51 they are SO jasonnie coded‼️

Late as shit posting again wooo !

Still working on these sorry for slow going, trying to keep up with art projects oops.

Anyway here's 51! I'll get to 139 as soon as I can in another post

Also uuuh some context if you want it?? If you've read Not Part of the Plan, the Donnie in this fic is from the present timeline, so he has some Knowledge about future events. (Will I write the later scenario of Jase finding out that Donnie met his future self once? Maybe. Because it's crunchy) Anyway!

“No, Jase, you’re not helping with this one.” 

Jason’s gaze snapped away from the monitor in their shared office to his husband who was already typing at the screen from his watch. 

“I’m sorry?” Jason pointed at the display. At the huge mech with the guns to match built onto its shoulders. “It’s tech based, Donnie.”

“Exactly, so I can handle it.” 

Something was off about Donnie’s tone. Far more serious about this than he usually was when an alert came up. Sometimes these days he didn’t even jump into action. Just a quick phone call to Leo asking if he should join in, and when Leo would say “We’ll call for backup if we need it,” Donnie would leave it at that. 

He likely quit getting as involved for the same reason Raph did, they had kids to think about now. 

But despite all of that, if he did go on a mission and Jason insisted on helping, Donnie usually didn’t object this harshly. 

“What is going on?” Jason followed the softshell before he left the room to head up to the roof. “Why do you not want me involved?”

“Because you don’t need to be.” Donnie insisted. “You can keep taking care of things here at work.” 

“Haha, no.” Jason crossed his arms. “I can already see the kind of weapons that thing is packing. You think I’m going to get any work done while worry about you getting yourself blown up.” 

Donnie said something in response to that, but he spoke so quietly that Jason didn’t catch it.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Donnie shook his head. “We don’t have time for this. I need to meet my brothers and—”

“I’m going.” 

His husband flinched, shoulders going stiff. He almost looked frightened before his gaze shifted into a glare. “No you’re not. We are not arguing about this.”

Jason reeled back. “Excuse me? We are arguing about this. Since when did you suddenly decide you get to tell me what to do?”

Donnie looked at his watch and groaned. “I’m just trying to keep you safe. I’m your husband. It’s my job.” 

Jason barked out a laugh in spite of the rage in his chest. “I’m sorry? Are we seriously going to have this discussion after the week-long argument when I first decided to go out and help you on a mission?”

Donnie leaned toward him. “This is nothing like—”

He immediately shoved his palm against Donnie’s chin to make him stop talking. “Nothing like it? You’re using the same stupid argument. ‘Oh, I need to keep you safe.’ ‘Oh Jase you’re so tiny and fragile you’ll break if a stiff breeze blows by.’”

His husband snapped his head away, baring his teeth now. “That’s not what I said.”

“But it must be what you think. Tech armor isn’t enough to make you stop worrying. A giant ninpo dragon isn’t enough to make you stop worrying. I could probably find some potion of immortality and you’d still be freaking out if I got a papercut during combat.” 

“Yeah, because I don’t want you to get hurt. Is that not allowed?”

“And I don’t want you to get hurt.” Jason pointed at him. “Donnie, we talked about this. We talked about looking out for each other. Not just you shielding me from everything because doing that without thinking is how you end up—” 

“You’re the idiot who shields—!” Donnie’s outburst cut off in an instant. He even put a hand over his mouth, like he just said something he shouldn’t have. 

Jason blinked, searching his husband's face for answers or at least a clue. “What?” 

“Nothing, it’s nothing. I just—” Donnie took his hand. “Jase, you’ll be safer if you just stay here.” 

Jason narrowed his eyes. “You know something about this mech.” 

His husband avoided his gaze, not entirely a tell by itself, but the fact he also bit his lip was a sure sign he was hiding something. “Jase, please just trust me right now.”

“I find that a little hard when you aren’t telling me everything.” 

“I can’t right now. There isn’t time. Please just—”

Jason pulled his hand free and grabbed the collar of his husband’s coat. “Donnie.” 

The softshell swallowed. “Yes?” 

“If you want me to trust you, then trust me, and let me help you. Because I’m your husband. And it’s my job.” 

The tension steadily left Donatello’s shoulders and his expression softened. He reached up to once again take Jason’s hand, pulling it free from his coat. He studied it for a moment, fingers trailing over the wedding band, before bringing it up and kissing Jason’s knuckles.

“Okay.” The turtle sighed. “You win. Just please promise you won’t do anything reckless?”

Jason snorted and tugged free. He went to step around his husband so they could head for the stairs.  “I’m pretty sure that’s the lecture I have to give you every time we—” An arm around his stomach suddenly snatched him back. He would have been annoyed, but any frustration got replaced by shock when Donnie kissed him. 

Not a short one either. The turtle held him close, one hand cradling his head and the other on his back. Jason still had no idea what was going on, but still returned it. Because one, he’d almost never object to a kiss and two, maybe it’d ease some of Donnie’s anxiety. 

The kiss wasn’t enough apparently. Even when Donatello stopped he kept holding Jase, foreheads pressed together. “You know I love you, right?” 

“Yes, and I love you too, which is why I am absolutely not letting you tackle this without me. Got it?” 

Donnie smiled at him, but something about it looked achingly sad. “Yeah, got it. Now come on, we can’t waste anymore time.”

Jason expected his husband to put him down so they could walk to the stairs. Instead, Donnie just lifted him up higher and carried him out into the hall. Not exactly running, but still moving pretty fast.

“What? Hey. Put me down.” Jason tried to wiggle himself free.

Donnie finally gave him a genuine smile. “It’s faster if your scrawny little legs aren’t struggling to keep up with me.” 

“Excuse me?” Jason leaned back, trying to lift his leg. “These scrawny little legs are about to kick you in the face.” 

Donnie gently tossed him into the air before catching him again. 

Jason cursed. “I hope you know when we land I am pushing out onto the concrete.” 

“What, with your scrawny little arms?”

Jason smacked the side of his goggles. “Shut the fuck up!” 

Donnie just laughed and pulled him closer. “Love you too.” 

Jason sighed and resigned himself to being carried.

[lennjamin-o7]

🌯🗡️ anon here! Wooo! New STH update!!

Heads up that I've only been up for like an hour and most that was just reading this chap so I might be a little more scatter brained than usual lmao!

First, Tech being an adorable sleepy boy in the morning! Phil was fucking loving that lmao, every time he decides that Tech couldn't possibly become more endearing, BAM, Tech throws even more at him. Oh! Also I love Techno's dynamic between him and Skeppy! It genuinely feels like proper banter! You're an absolute god when it comes to writing character interactions that feel organic, that shits amazing!

Oh! And the porridge!! Tech call it a hunch but I don't think that your sense of taste is suddently gonna get better when you eat the cooking they'll serve to the royal family. Oh and Phil just sneaking in more bits of Totally Not Magical food to Tech when no one's looking? Delectable! He is making sure his new sonboy eats GOOD if he has any say in the matter!

Also the hair scene?? Perfection! Tech freaking out a bunch when they threaten to cut his hair?? I'm sure that doesn't stem from some deep seeded trauma from younger years at all and with Phil stepping in? Bro saw how upset his new baby got over that shit and wanted to put an end to it IMMEDIATELY!

On a side note, Skeppy and Bad are absolutely onto him but like they keep accidentally demonising themselves in Techno's eyes! Sure they probably don't think (know) Phil is the Queens hubby but like they just keep accidentally pushing Techno into his comfort!! Phil was absolutely LOVING Techno coming to him for like feelings of safety I absolutely know it.

Like Skeppy Techno doesn't understand fully why you keep being a dick to his Totally Human Friend Phil, you're being so overprotective! yeah he feeds him strangely delicious and weirdly perfect food but that's what other peoples Totally Human Friends do! Don't be such a worry wart! Oh and Techno being like a dog when they eat something they shouldn't be eating?? Delicious meal for the brain rot!

Oh also the hair tying scene! Wonderful, Techno I'm sure those hair ties disappeared out of Totally Normal Ways and I'm sure that funky buzzing you feel whenever you're in contact with Phil is Not At All Magical in ANY way! Also father matching son?? Adorable! Phil is way softer for this kid than he thinks lmao!

Phil: "Now that his guard is distracted, I can sneak him more magical food and tighten this magical bond I'm building with him!"

Techno: Shoves the whole thing in his mouth like a feral dog and nearly chokes several times

Phil: 👁️👁️

Phil: "Maybe less pie in the future"

The joys of fatherhood! Phil's gonna absolutely have a heart attack when Techno inevitably chokes on food!

Skeppy: "Techno that could've been poisoned! You know better!!"

Phil: >:0 "First you think I'd let my new baby starve and now you think I'd poison him??? How dare you!!"

Phil literally 48 hours ago: Would've absolutely poisoned him with 0 remorse

I also love how like Techno being sheltered shines through in the way he interacts with Phil a lot too! Like when he said "see he said its dumb to poison me!" after eating Phil's secret magic pie lmao, like Techno I hate to tell you this but that's absolutely not how the world works lmao. Oh and Phil's slip by nearly calling the Queen Kristin?? Bro's probably not as sneaking as he things. He thinks he's yoinking the child but the child is also unknowingly yoinking him back too!

That along with the whole ferry ride in general? Scrumdiddlyumptious! Purely just Phil being like "yea I gotta sort out the adoption papers so I'll have to leave you alone for like 2 days tops" and Techno being super fucking bummed about it, bro got a taste of like having a dad and simply does NOT wanna let it go so soon! I'm sure that opinion will come back to bite him in the ass in a chapter or two though lmao

Also the ferry tailoring itself basically entirely for Phil? Decorating itself in bells as if to ring out and announce the arrival of something or someone very important?? On top of favouring Techno to the point of giving him special little sparkles that trail him??? How strange, I'm sure that's just a coincidence! That along with Techno now subconsciously crediting most help he receives to Phil? Consider the sonboy primed and ready for adoption at this point!

"He knew better than to eat faerie food." Techno I hate to tell you this but Phil's magical cookies and pie might've been a bit more dubious than you think. Along with the wings scene?? I KNOW Techno nearly gave Phil a heart attack with that one, that on top of Techno saying it'd be cool to have wings?? Bro is like quite literally giving Phil all the adoption papers necessary!

Techno: "Damn it kinda sucks I'm probably not gonna live to 14"

Phil: Literally in the middle of yoinking him

Phil: "Yeah for some reason I don't think that's gonna be your biggest problem soon m8, now help me pick out the colours of your new room!"

That and Phil giving him his earring?? Absolutely wonderful! Techs gonna be sat there in that mansion wondering why all the fae servants there are treating him like a KING meanwhile Phil's Totally Not Magical earring just hangs all innocent from his ear.

That on top of when they were getting off the ferry? The Fae trying to do a shit tonne of mental math to figure out why the Queens hubby is hanging around a human child while said child freaks out and snuggles into Phil for comfort?? Word is gonna spread about this so fucking fast it'll be a wonder if Kristin doesn't already know about it before Phil magics his way there!

Can you tell how much I liked the whole ferry segment yet? lmao!

That along with how protective Phil is while Techno is just completely oblivious, like yeah Tech I'm sure that crowd left willingly and not because Phil looked 2 seconds away from murdering them for making you so uncomfortable! Oh and Phil being sentimental with the cart was so cute; At least he got over the loss quick with the prospect of seeing Kristin, just him coming home and being like "Hey babe, I know I was gone for a bit but that's because I fucked up an adoption; Don't worry about that tho since I've gotten a newer, better child instead. BTW about that first adoption, that's what this whole shebang is about with all these humans coming over so maybe if you can twist the deal to get us our new baby that's be super sweet <3"

I also adore the thought of Phil just being so easy to distract the second Kristin is ever mentioned; Like just him scolding Techno post adoption after he's done something bad and Tech just being like "btw how did you and mum meet again?" while Phil's mid sentence and Phil just completely derailing to talk about how they met for the 1000th time and forgetting why he was mad.

Oof that was a long brainrot but I hope you've enjoyed, as always I'm sorry if I've overwhelmed you and I hope you have a nice day! Also don't feel so bad for writing what you brainrot about! These things happen, I don't understand why people would be like "ugh Lenn has given us yet ANOTHER fic that she's completing??" as if that's not like a net positive? Its like that meme where it's the "holy shit! two cakes!" with the artist vs the audience, purely just:

Lenn: "Aw man, I basically completed STH instead of this TBTF chap on accident, guess I'll post this STH update instead :/"

Readers: "Holy shit! Two fics that are super good and have scheduled updates on them?? We eating good tonight!!"

Asddfghjkl Never apologize for these long asks. I love love LOVE them.

He's a sleepy boy :) so sleepy. And Phil is loving it. Have you ever seen the pure bafflement on someone's face that wakes up and has no clue what's happening? Its adorable. And Phil is, of course, LOVING IT.

I'm glad you like the character interaction! I love writing characters teasing each other, its so fun. And this is my first time writing Skeppy and Bad, but the constant sniping at each other is INCREDIBLY fun lol.

I'm sure the porridge just tasted bad, right? There are no consequences to eating dubious food from a magic guy, right? It's fiiiiiiineee. Lol.

And, I mean, if said dubious food DID have effects, well, Phil is going to make sure that Techno doesn't get sick from hunger while he's apart from him, right? A little pie to tie him over. Make sure he keeps those cookies on him in case he gets a bit hungry. Not a perfect solution, but its better than nothing.

Yeah, Techno is protective of his hair. He likes it. It's something that's solely his. It looks nothing like his brother's hair when it is long and pink, so he doesn't get any comments about comparing him to his brother. I mean, he DOES, but not about his his appearance.

And yeah, Phil had two reasons for them not to cut it out. First was he put it there, and he doesn't want his little protection (and possibly tracking) charm gone. But the second is because Techno was visibly upset about the fact. Like, the kid is not dumb. He knows whats at stake. And he would rather risk it than cut his hair? Yeah, no cutting his hair. Shoo. Let him keep it.

I love the hair scene! And I'll be honest, that scene is almost completely inspired by Fairy-locks by Marsalias. Not a SBI fic, its a Danny Phantom fic but if you enjoy eldritch time deities adopting tiny unaware that he is an eldritch being teenage boy, I definitely recommend the whole Grandfather Clocks series they have written. And, of course, Mortified that goes with it.

Then again, the main premise of the fic is inspired by their Changeling fic, but I can't help that Rivers is an amazing author.

Anyway, yessss the hair scene!!! I love the hair scene!!! I very very important scene.

Bad and Skeppy definitely think Phil is sus. But it's also kind of their job to think he's sus. And they also DON'T like that Techno is getting so close so fast. Techno immediately latching onto palace staff? Fine and good. They already know the entire background of every person in the palace that can come in contact with Techno. They even know a large amount of people's backgrounds who even get NEAR the palace on the regular. They don't know Phil. This is Techno's first real trip outside the palace and they are trying their best not to make Techno be paranoid around people by seeing them act paranoid about people. They don't want him to be afraid of the world. But its their job to be paranoid and to keep him safe. And Phil is just so so sus.

Also, Techno's veracity in eating sweets is absolutely inspired by my time as a middle school substitute teacher. Teenage boys are so fucking weird /pos. They have so little impulse control. And they eat everything SO FUCKING FAST. So many times I have worried they were going to choke. There is a reason I never upheld teacher rules about not having food in classrooms. One because fuck making kids sit and be hungry. I'm not doing that shit. I'll just sweep if they get stale cookie crumbs on the floor. And two, because I have watched enough teenage boys inhale whole packages of chips while standing at the door. It can't be healthy. They need to chew. Please, if you are a teenage boy and you are reading this, know that I desperately am begging you to chew your food. Please.

Yeah, Phil stole all his hairties. He saw an opportunity, and he took it. Literally. Also, Techno had SO MANY HAIRTIES. The boy was prepared. (Honestly, overprepared). Phil was pulling out hair ties like those clown handkerchiefs. They just kept coming. More reason for why Techno is irritated he couldn’t find them. He packed like 50???? Where did they go???? Even the ones he planned to put in Carl's mane are gone??? This is ridiculous.

"👁👁Maybe less pie in the future" had me nearly sick from laughing so hard. Very accurate to his thought process.

Phil may have been totally down with letting Techno die 24 hours ago, but that was then and this is now. And how dare Skeppy insinuate that Phil would harm Techno. He's a changed man. A father now.

And yeah, Techno's been a bit sheltered. Or maybe a lot. He should really be more worried about things.

And yeah, Phil is used to being sneaky but he just wants the sonboy. He doesn't want to be sneaky, he wants the sonboy. He could probably just grab him at this point and book it, but he doesn't want to SCARE him. Also, he has machinations in the work so grabbing the sonboy would kind of ruin that. He's balancing revenge and sonboy.

Yes, I had a lot of fun with the Faerie Ferry. I had to do that for the pun. And also for the little bit of reference to Charon's ferry. Like, this is a Fae AU, but I'm gonna make as many references to the realm of the dead as I can because its Kristin. Like, Charon's ferry. And the fact that it changes shape to fit the person being a really weak allusion to Anubis weighing the heart before entrance. And the Faerie Realm being an island as a reference to Avalon, where King Arthur was taken when he was mortally wounded. And there are a few more as well in chapters that haven't been published. Because it's fun to reference death in regards to Kristin.

Phil's food is so delicious because he is a good cook! It can't POSSIBLY have a magical purpose at all, right? Techno knows not to eat magic food. To be fair, who expects some random guy to give you magic food? Poison would make far more sense.

Phil has never been on the ferry because he can fly. He had no clue if it would fuck with his disguise. Techno just straight out saying he had wings while Phil had been kinda sorta hiding to make sure nothing slipped gave the poor guy a heart attack. That would have ruined his plan.

Nope, the boat didn't reveal you, Philza. The boat just has a funny sense of humor.

Yeah, Techno is incredibly pessimistic about the odds of his family breaking the deal. Its not really spoilers, I guess, but the royal family is all very split on their chances. King Baethan, Mielle, and Felix think they have a very good chance of winning the argument. Queen Chesil and Techno are much more skeptical. Phil wants to comfort Techno on that, but its not like he can outright say "yeah, no worries mate. I'm gonna keep you. You are going to have SO MANY birthdays :)"

And yeah, that earring is pretty distinctive.

Fae are terrible gossips. That info didn't last 20 minutes before every fae on the island knew. And this is JUICY. Because Mielle got there first and the fae made SO MANY ASSUMPTIONS when she got there. Now, here comes the shit stirrer, chaos bringer, Philza himself with a DIFFERENT CLINGY KID? Oh, this is some juicy gossip. Wtf is that man doing this time???

Kristin knows some of the stuff that's going on. Like, she knew that Philza's adoption scheme had backfired pretty spectacularly. The humans had been petitioning for a meeting with her for like a decade. But gosh, she is not going to see this twist coming. At least it will be funny.

And it will NOT take Techno long to figure out how to push the Philza Talking about Wife button. He's smitten. Has been for centuries.

And awww thank you for the kind words!!! I'm glad people enjoy some of my other work and not just the one fic. That honestly takes a lot of pressure off me. I appreciate it a lot. And I loved this brain rot. I hope I addressed everything in it, because it was such a good ask. Thank you for every syllable. 💚💚💚💚

[simpingwriter]

Jerome Valeska

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Faith Wayne/Phoenix

'All you need is

a bit of Faith'

pt.7

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...but in exchange, I got TWO chapters done! Wooo yeah baby~ 😎

First time of the family in the story, MediNait Blackout Fest, then hitting up the ginger the next morning as Phoenix.

Enjoy! :)

Word Count: approx. 3.410 Words

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When you park your motorcycle in front of the garage, you can already see the light coming from the living room and kitchen windows of the Manor, and it wasn't weird for the time of day either, it's 7PM by now and that usually meant it's time for dinner.

Unfortunately you were absolutely out of spare clothes in your backpack, so you had to literally decide between driving home dressed like an escapee from Arkham or go through the exhausting troubles of getting into your Phoenix-costume until back home.

Dad and his reputation can thank you for having enough cells in your body left that know what shame is and what it feels like to a certain extent which in the end practically forced you into the tight costume.

Add to that that you were absolutely losing your literal mind with the cold clogging up near all holes available to your airways, you were grateful that you could drive home relatively safely in the first place. "God I hope I got some MediNait left in my first aid cabinet, that no one raided it…again, while I was gone." You mumble to yourself while turning the main house key in the lock, though before you can finish turning it, the door gets pulled inwards, close to dragging you along had you not some sense of balance left in your limbs.

On the other side, the culprit of opening the door was none other than Jason, brows pulled up when he looked you up and down, "You look like you died and came back as well." Probably because you're starting to feel exactly like that, more and more by the hour too. "...Cool. Now let me in, Jay…" Pushing past him, you rip your Mask off first, then your gloves, then your boots. The worst things first.

Then you lie down with a groan, feeling the tiled foyer floor cool down your skin, wondering how there wasn't steam rising from you by now already. "The hell happened to you??" your older "brother" asks, poking your side with one socked foot before crouching down next to you at the height of your head. "Gotham River… that's what happened." You cough out, rolling onto your back just in time to see the rest fill into the Foyer. "The cat brought in a dead firebird?" Damian jokes, doing the same thing Jason did, poking you with his foot. This family was mostly not by blood, that didn't mean that you all didn't copy or learn stupid shit from each other, this being one of the many examples.

"How is the River the reason you look this shi- bad? Dad informed us that you're doing undercover work for the Commissioner in Arkham." Well, the river is right next to that shithole. "Does that really matter now, Master Jason? Clearly Lady Faith is not in the condition to argue with you as usual."

You were, you just didn't want to. Too tired and exhausted…okay…maybe you weren't in the condition, point taken.

"You're getting a cold, aren't you, Lady Faith?" Full course into one, yes. "Alfred, how do you know it's a cold?" At that, Dick needs to laugh, pointing down at Damian now, "Damian is sick too, since this morning, that's how." Of course it's always the siblings connected by blood that end up sick at the same fucking time, it's somehow always like that, but never Damian first. He just follows up and immediately everyone goes: "Faith, since when have you been carrying that shit around without asking for help?" You refuse to ask anyone but Alfred for help, because everyone else is absolutely helpless in these situations. So why ask in the first place if you know you only end up getting half buried alive again like last time??

A shiver runs down your spine, incidentally so did Damian shake, glaring at you, "You're a curse, sister." "And you're a brat…that refuses his Jacket even in a blizzard, obviously a…a damn skill issue." More coughing later, Alfred and Bruce are done watching this miserable scene, one of them helping you back to your feet while the other escorts everyone back to the Dining room. And the sight would almost bring tears to your face: Hot, steaming Chicken Noodle Soup, most definitely cooked by Alfred, taking it from the way it looks basically perfect. "Since young Master Damian had a cold, I thought it was best to make one not just for him but for everyone. A type of prevention for the rest of us. Plus, I got a kind of feeling it would've hit you too."

After Alfred explained, he hurried back into the kitchen to ready a bowl for you as well while you sink into your chair. It was just a week, but it felt like an eternity to not have felt the nice cushions on these chairs, or the generally inviting interior of the Manor. It was quite literally worlds that differentiate this all from Arkham. And something inside you wished you could've taken Jerome here as well instead of just the apartment.

But you knew how your family ticks and what makes them tick specifically, bringing Jerome here? All hell would break loose. You won't even mention him and you meeting if they ask you about this Undercover Mission, and they will definitely ask, it would be weird for them to not be interested. Even Jason and Damian usually wanted to know what happened on the missions or Patrols of the others. You talk and think about the two like they are your least favorite siblings of them all, but if anything it was the polar opposite: You had the closest connection to Jason of them all. And Damian? Even though he avoided it at first, and so did you, you both quickly realized you have quite a lot in common due to your shared father, so you often train and hang out together despite the age difference.

But it was only natural, the closer siblings were, the more brutal the teasing and "insults" would become.

"The damn cold, I'm freezing like hell…" It makes Bruce hum, looking outside, "It's mid-autumn already, it's getting much colder, much quicker again. So I wouldn't just push it onto your cold alone. I will start the fireplace in the living room with Alfred after dinner. If you're still cold after, maybe we should start the one in your's and Damian's rooms as well..." Damian, sitting across from you, grunts out in disapproval at that, partially stopped by a cough, "I'm not cold! I'm not as weak as her!" Shut up, you shivering too, Garden Gnome. He shook just as much as you, it just didn't show as much through him already wearing some thicker, warmer clothes than you. After all, your Costume is uninsulated unlike the Cold-Weather one you usually started using towards the end of Autumn Season. Perhaps you should switch them out sooner this year…

When dinner was finished, along with some Pudding for dessert and you all started to migrate to the living room after helping to clean up the mess, well, excluding you and Damian in your clumsy conditions, Bruce clears his throat, crouching over the right side of the fireplace, placing some dry wood pieces in. Right. Here it comes, he will ask about the mission now-

"So. The undercover mission. I take it as having ended positively if you're back already?" Already is not the word you would've chosen. One week was already more than enough for your probably relatively short lifespan – in comparison to other People – as Phoenix. The others settled into the couch cushions as well, getting much more comfy than you, as you didn't plan on dozing off on it at all. You need to be fit again till tomorrow afternoon at least, if not earlier.

"More or less, the day I caught the suspect for Gordon was also the day I took a bath into that dank river. And they ended up tossing me right back into those freezing cells, not even bothering to think about a new set of clothes for me..." They could imagine for themselves how that would feel, when you feel the cold of the walls bite at your skin and bones already and then you add a dripping layer of dirty River canal water to the mixture. "In that case I am pleasantly surprised that you got away with just a cold, Lady Faith." Alfred was right about that, you could have as well gotten the flu or worse…pneumonia.

Had that once and never again. Mostly because you dragged Damian into that mess as well, as expected. And you hated having a second person sick in the Manor, why? Obvious reasons: Just you sick, Alfred can pay enough attention to your sick ass so you don't waste away in your own used tissues for weeks, just a few days maybe. But TWO? It's going to be WEEKS of two Robins completely taken out of the equation and Patrols. Mostly because despite his intelligence, and stupid "gEnEtIc AdVaNtAgEs"...he is still a stubborn little brat that refuses to take the bitter medicine when needed.

"How did you even end up in the river, darling?" Bruce asks worriedly, pulling his hand away quickly before the fire got to it when he threw more lumber into it. Feed it and it wants to bite you for it, ...feral Fire, ha ha. Stop it, Faith.

"...saw the suspect...and...climbed over the Courtyard fence?" Your siblings first stare then laugh, probably a mental image of you basically throwing yourself like a this time legitimate madman over the barbed wire at the top. "You broke out of Arkham…because it was an inconvenience to you, you're basically saying?" Basically, yeah. Had you known that the fucker would just return to sender (the crime scene) like that, you wouldn't have done all this shit and would've just posted up nearby, preferably in a car that has heating installed.

But you of course wouldn't have met and talked to Jerome that way. He would've still been…there. Wasting and rotting away more and more mentally, until not even the world's best therapist and psychologist could shake sense back into him.

Just like his very unfortunate origin of blood, his father the Joker, there would probably be nothing left to do but put him in a straight jacket and hope he doesn't accidentally kill himself while trying to escape that certain "clothing" article.

Who knows…three more months? Would Jerome have gained some unhealthy confidence through someone or something else and broke out? Killed people on the same day, caused havoc? Who would you be to not stop that from happening AND save a boy from becoming someone he doesn't even want to be at this point of time?

"Still with us?" "Huh? Y-yeah, just sunken in thoughts. Not so important though." "If you say so. I asked how you want to continue with what you have thanks to seeing the suspect? Did you give Gordon's men the description of the man?" You shake your head, already having set aside a plan for Phoenix to follow once you feel at least a slight bit better. "Well, Lady Faith, if i'm correct and you're going to do this yourself, you need to be fit again. I recommend drinking a lot of water, even more than usual. Preferably the same Electrolyte Water you and your siblings use during training sessions." Alfred notes loudly from the kitchen, placing two two liter bottles of said water onto the counter, the heaviness of them underlined by the sound they made, a deep thump.

Heavier than Jason's self-loath.

All that in ONE night?? You’re never getting out of the bathroom at that point…

But Alfred usually was right when it came to any of you getting sick, so you didn't have much of a choice than to trust him. "O-okay. Guess I should start then, and go to bed to be rested for tomorrow…" grabbing the bottles, one in each hand, you trotted back out to the living room, giving your Dad a hug and wishing everyone a unified goodnight before slipping away fully for the night.

Once in your room, you steer into the bathroom and before you hit the hay, you grab the rest of the MediNait left from last time. You had thrown away the instructions when you unpacked it a few months ago, so you don't remember what the right dosag- eh. fuck it, down the hatch!

The green liquid burned like medicinal honey, smooth yet disgusting as it moved down your throat, many big gulps of Electrolyte Water getting sent right after to clean your pallet of the nasty green magic liquid. While it tastes absolutely awful and at least half of your family doesn't feel better through it either way, it was half a miracle potion when used on you.

So it wasn't far off for you to believe that if you both downed half that left-over bottle – already sitting on your bed while doing so, knowing it's side effects of making everyone and everything sleepy with just the fumes it creared – and followed Alfred's advice for the Wat-

When you wake again, you are in a different spot on your bed than before, you also weren't in the confines of your Costume anymore, the main part of it thrown haphazardly over the chair of your desk, your underwear missing entirely and the water bottles both empty…

Did you mentally blackout the last hours yesterday? If yes, congrats to yourself for drinking all that water and not just yet wetting your bed…but it was just about as your struggle out from your bed. The very bed that you missed so badly while in Arkham. You don't even remember what bed and mattress you had in the safe house that Jerome is using right now, but you hoped it was something similarly comfortable. And if it was, you wanted to imagine him lying in it, too comfortable and lazy to move even one muscle once he lies in it. You doubted that the bed in his old trailer from the Circus was all that comfy either, so if past-you was as smart as today – oh...she definitely wasn't – and it's the same mattress as here, this might be a welcome change to his back.

Standing up, you're quick to notice the missing dizziness and the ease on your lung trying to breath in Air once more. Fuck, you love MediNait.

Knocks you out, like your allergy meds, and does the rest while the lights are out.

After quickly using the bathroom in your room to take care of the mess you left behind on yourself, you went to pick up your strewn about Suit, first putting on fresh underwear and immediately throwing yourself back into your Costume. There is never a day you don't have to wear it for some reason or another, so you need to remember to switch out for one of your spare ones on washing day…

You barely had found your way into garage when you felt something akin to a tension or stress headache forming all around your head, great so the medic-

"Where are you going so early in the morning?" Never fucking mind, the headache is just Damian…

"Good morning to you too, head- i mean, Damian… If it matters to you, I need to finish the promise I gave to Gordon and catch his suspect." The boy squints and shakes his head with a sigh, "Do you even know where to start with that? I thought you only got his description." Yes, you do only have that, but that alone can give you enough hints to at least shrink the search radius for him. "That's why I'm leaving now already. And you get back to bed, unlike me you still sound like death molested you…" Even when he scoffs at your actually serious recommendation, himself not done with you, you grab your helmet from the rack at the wall and get onto motocycle that Phoenix used, it was black and Grey with orange and yellow accents unlike the dark purple sportbike you yourself used as Faith. This one was similar in design to the Batcycle and drove just like it.

"I wasn't done talking!" "I was! See you and the rest for dinner! And take your cold medicine!" Damian was smart enough to not jump in front of the motorcycleas you started it, clearly it wasn't that important to him anyways as he rather chose to childishly pout at you while you started the bike and drove off towards the city, your cape flying behind you.

It was a ten minute drive usually, in your case six as you had luck and the highway you and the rest used to get into the city was still relatively empty, the morning rush not yet having started and giving you the thrill of speed to wake you fully now.

On the way, you still had to decide whether to drive to the Station and Gordon, to your safe house and Jerome or to just investigate on your own for now. But unfortunately your curiosity got the best of you, drawing you in like a magnet in front of the building your safe house, or "Faith's Apartment" is located at, hiding the motorcycle with its invisibility cloak setting. At first, you wanted to use the second set of keys you had of them, luckily the only other set, otherwise who knows who of your family would suddenly decide to check in your apartment only to find a stranger living in it. And then you remember that you're here as Phoenix, not Faith. Phoenix doesn't own this apartment, in Jerome's eyes.

Slightly disgruntled at that, you throw the keys back into the small satchel on your tool belt before getting your gloves to good use, unsheathing the metal claws hidden inside the mechanism on top. With them, you quickly could scale most walls around Gotham, if that didn't work, you still could use the grappling gun everyone of you had. Within half a minute, you slipped onto the balcony in front of the living room window of the Safe House.

You couldn't fight it as quickly as it came, the smile once you saw the redhead walking around in…oh dear. Still wearing the dirty Prison Uniform. Did Jim not give him at least one different set of clothes??

You really need to change that, but you don't know if you're going to have the time for such "miscellaneous" deviations today. Plus, Phoenix isn't exactly the kinda person to suddenly go shopping with someone and walk among the rest of the Gothamites like a normal person, she's a brutal, often feared, Vigilante for God's sake! That's a job for Faith!

Well, at least it looked like he took a shower, a fulfilling one at that, his hair did look much nicer than you expected when not coated and crusted with his own blood and the cement dust of the cells.

You can't help but chuckle at the little jump going through his whole body once you knocked at the window, feeling the smile growing into a smirk when his eyes widen, seeing you at the window, unable to react at first.

"Could you let me in please?" You knock again to throw him back to his senses, a quick nod followed by him almost falling over his feet to get to the window and open it, watching you as you leaned against the windowsill with your forearms. "It's…it's really you…you're Phoenix!"

"In the blood, yeah. First of all, good morning, Jerome, second of all, Faith asked me to check up on you, since she couldn't stay all that long after getting you to the Precinct." Climbing in through and into the living room, you stretch out a bit from the climb up the wall, still keeping your eyes on Jerome either way. He looked not as well rested as you expected.

"...I'm guessing you didn't sleep that well, so we can take that one off the list of 'Yeah, doing good', huh?" He averted his dark green eyes, something in the mix of shame and annoyance in them, nodding, "You could say so…i.I…had a nightmare. But that's nothing new to me."

Nightmares?

You doubt they are of Arkham, as he knew them to be nothing new to him. And from what he had told you, you could believe that opinion. You had a pretty good idea where these nightmares actually come from and why he has them anyways: His mother and the abuse he got from her, his twin and from the rest of the people working at the Circus. Maybe even of the Circus itself if his trauma constantly was fed and built in that very place. Or perhaps even of the day he killed her?

No, you doubt that. While he seemed spooked about quite literally anything that moved too quickly or he didn't know, you were very certain that Jerome…that he didn't exactly regret what he did. Maybe someday he will see that his abuse could've been ended in different, legal ways, but regret will probably never come to his mind, and if, not for very long.

But: No matter what the cause is, you, both Faith and Phoenix, will attempt to get this out of his mind as well.

You knew all too well how nightmares could mess with one's head, the repeated memory of Jason's death back then, the funeral, being an example...