#resorted to using a random thing to stand in

[reubenyeoart]

Bought some green daily contacts from OWNDAYS since they seem to be much more vibrant than the usual ones I use, and I took the opportunity to dress up as Bridget (because why the fuck not)! So the contacts are actually more vibrant in colour, that you can see the green visibly on the iris even in mid-light conditions. Problem is, these are way drier than the ones I usually use and my eyes feel like I've poked them with my fingers by accident. Think I'll stick with my usual Acuvue lenses for Tighnari and Freminet, although I'll keep using these for Bridget.

[dcxdpdabbles]

I love love all your writings!!

I like your depictions of John Constantine.

I'd like to see you write the sad trenchcoat persona as just that a persona in the same fashion as how Brucie Wayne is a persona.

Maybe he's been the de-aged Danny/Dannies father for years and is an actual functional adult. The sad trenchcoat is just used to keep people from calling on him to frequently because he's a dad and has dad-like things to do.

He could help tim with the time stream thing, like 'oh, yeah that does look like Bruce. Alright kid pack a bag we're going in the time stream I know a guy. No Nightwing I'm not joking this looks like solid proof'.

Maybe Bruce has a oh shit he's actually competent and could kill me, that's hot moment. (Kids I have found your other father, help me get him home)

"I would love to offer more of my time to waste on monitor duty, but I have a previous engagement. A particular fit lady needs help getting her dress on the floor. The cloth always gets stuck on her horns. " John leers, wagging his eyebrows at the grimaces his words cause.

He takes a puff of his cigarette, inhaling the smoke like a drowning man. He never smokes at home, not with Danny's sensitive lungs or Dani's general disgust at smoking, so he only had the chance when called away on missions.

Plus, Danny was trying out for ballet soon, and he wasn't going to ruin his son's chances of being a star because of his own poor habits.

It helped that the rest of the heroes believed he was consistently pumping nicotine into his system. Rather irresponsible for the hero to publicly commit frowned-upon activities - at least in the States. Back home, no one cared that much.

It didn't matter that the Justice League was a global team; the main hard hitters and founders were nearly all American, and they tended to uphold those social expectations, either subconsciously or not.

One more reason why they shouldn't bother John, he can't have him smoking at a big awards ceremony or seen going through an entire pack of cigarettes mid-fight. Oh no.

John Constantine was one of the best magic users of this universe, but he was a last resort. There were plenty of other magic users like Zatanna, Dr. Fate, Zatara, or even Etrigan that came to mind first.

John was likely too busy drowning his misery in bottles or the arms of any willing partner. That's what they all thought.

Or more importantly than what he wanted them to think.

"Well, this has been a time." He announces, snapping his fingers to open a portal to his house. "But I have to run. My lady needs a knowledgeable hand to help her-"

"Enough," Batman growls. Though he has complete control over his emotions, John can tell he's irritated by the meaningless detail. He smirks as the hero waves a hand, "Just go."

He offers the rest of the meeting room a cheeky two-finger salute as he struts out, letting the portal close behind him so his trench coat flares dramatically. It's a nice view, he's sure, but it's also unnecessarily showy, and he is sure at least three pairs of eyes are rolling at his exit.

A chuckle escapes his mouth, straightening from his slouch to properly stand straight and bend it far enough to pop. Goodness, his act always leaves him with a sore upper back; maybe he shouldn't hunch over so much, even if he was playing the part of a no-good punk.

John only had a few seconds to shiver at his own thoughts- he was a punk. A real one! He was in a band!- before he heard the tell-tell sign of a rapidly approaching double set of footsteps echo down the hall. He scrambles to fling his lit cigarette into a water portal, chucking the pack for double security, while summoning a random suitcase from thin air.

All that's left is his rather eye-catching coat, a little too worn down and old to work well with his well-put-together outfit underneath. Without it, John has a clean, pressed white shirt, a respectful tie, and a pair of slacks that make more than one head turn as he walks.

All in all, he looks like the office businessman his worthless father always wanted to be.

John throws off his coat over a chair at the same time the door is thrown open with a pair of excited yells. "Welcome home, Dad!"

A grin stretched across his face before he could think about it, feeling his heart swell at the sight of them, as he knelt down, arms open wide. Two tiny bodies slam into him without a second of hesitation, nearly knocking John backwards.

He lets out a soft grunt as Dani's arms attempt to wrap around his left arm and right shoulder. She clashes against Danny, who's trying to bury himself into John's right side, little face squished against one of John's pecs, like a bunny burrowing into the snow.

"Hello, my little lambs!" He gushes, squeezing the kids close. "How was your day with the House of Mystery? Did you two behave?"

"They were angels," Black Orchid confirms, gliding into the room at a much slower pace. They had their regular, impassive expression on their faces, but John could tell that Orchid was happy with the kids by the way they gently tapped the tops of the children's black hair.

"Dad! Dad! Now that you're home, can we please go get my new ballet shoes?" Danny begs, bouncing on his toes.

For a moment, John doesn't see his son, but rather his own blue eyes staring up at his father, when he was also five, begging to join Lily, the next-door neighbor, in beginners' ballet class.

His father had beaten him nearly to death for wanting such a girly interest. It was the last time they spoke about it. It was also the last time John ever bothered asking to start new hobbies.

"Dad! Dad! Can I do Karate?" Dani asks then, snapping John from his memories better left buried, as she presses her check against her brother's in an attempt to get John's attention. "I want to break a board with my fist!"

He gives the children another squeeze, laughing at the squeals he gets. "Of course you can do karate, little lamb. We're going to get your brother his shoes, and then I'll find a gym that offers the classes at the same time."

"I already provided that service." Orchid cuts in, holding a flyer for Flying Graysons' gym, founded and run by the eldest Wayne in Gotham. "I took the liberty of signing Danny up for a class with Casnadra Wayne, and Dani will join Duke Thomas's class. It starts in a week."

"Plenty of time to go get them everything they need and a new book series for our bedtime stories," John announces, loosening his arms so his children can cheer and bounce up and down in excitement. His knee is starting to cramp up, but he ignores it so he can hold his kids.

It's moments like these, so small and mundane, that John is grateful he thought of his persona. When he first learned how to use the magic he was gifted, he always made himself available for any crisis.

This was before the Justice League days, so anyone who sought him out was familiar with the occult world. He adored helping, and he built an incredible amount of skill and knowledge in magic, but soon John was facing disaster after disaster, dragging his exhausted body from one place to another.

Those who came searching for him never cared. They wanted John to jump at the drop of a hat. He tried for years to always be ready, always be willing, but years of isolation and desperate battles tried him to the core.

Then he took in Danny and Dani, finding the pair of babies in a basket at the feet of the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep. He had gone to investigate the legends of the famous King Pariah Dark, only to find what he assumed were originally sacrifices, well and truly alive.

Their names were attached to their feet with a letter written by a Jazz Fenton begging the two to grow and live well. She had died to save them. In her honor, John kept their names.

Daniel "Danny" Fenton and Danielle "Dani" Fenton. He often wondered what Jazz had been to the kids, with their identical last names. It is a question he will never get the answer to.

They could have been no older than five months, but when they opened their eyes and reached up for him, John realized he no longer wanted to be the go-to man of magic.

He wanted to be their father.

To discourage people from calling him away from his children, John created his persona of a man barely honorable enough to join a team. Over the five years of his raising his kids, his reputation plummeted until only Batman called to him unless absolutely necessary.

It was a breath of fresh air. John had fought for too long and too hard. He was retired now, just like his band days, the days when John would speed off to save the world were behind him. He only stepped in if a friend asked for a favor.

He had other priorities now.

The best part? The Justice League would never know that.

"Dad!" Dani screamed into his ear, making him grimace.

"Inside voice, darling."

"Sorry." She twirls her fingers, a nervous habit she picked up from John, before brightening up "I'm just super excited. Orichad said Mr. Bruce Wayne will be at the gym! Do you think he'll sign my Wayne Space shirt?"

Ah, yes, the man who was funding some space program or another. He only knew about this because his twins adored anything to do with space travel, as if though he couldn't just teleport them to a different planet.

"I'm sure he will, darling."

[strawberrynightmere]

andrew graves x reader, who broke up with him during the time he was trapped in the apartment because of how he kept ditching her for ashley, so we got fed up and ended it. a little while later, he escaped and goes looking for us and finds us, breaking into our home only to find us having a make out session or like mid sex with some random guy and gets all angry and jealous, threatening to kill the guy if he doesn’t leave. and then it resorts to smut, and he ends up killing that random guy after he’s done with us 🙂‍↕️

Not Over Yet [Yandere Andrew Graves X Female Reader]

TW⚠️: yandere tendencies, canon divergence, breakup, stalking, murder, non-con, smut/nsfw/nsft/18+, reader is not taking place of anyone, female reader,my writingn, etc.

A/n: I'm taking a backseat on writing Julia!reader, though I have one more Julia!reader request to write.

"Again, seriously!?" You ask in disbelief as Andrew has canceled your plans again! And why would that be?

"Can't Ashley just drag Julia to this shit since they're dating!" Right, he was ditching you for whatever load of bull Ashley was pulling.

"They're not talking to each other right now." Gee, you wonder why.

"Ugh. Forget it!" That's the last thing you said before leaving.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

"This isn't working out." You said with all the courage you could muster up.

"What isn't working?" You had a feeling he knew what you were going to say. You take a deep breath before answering, "This. Us. We're not working out."

There's silence on the other end of the phone. You bite your bottom lip, begging in your mind for him to understand. You know very well he won't.

"I know the quarantine has been a pain in the ass, but it's not a good reason to break up."

"It's not the quarantine! I had enough time to think, and I realized that I don't want to do this anymore." Again, silence on the other end. It's really unsettling.

"No."

"Andrew, I'm serious. I can't do it anymore." You didn't let him get one word in as you continued. "I can't be with someone who puts me in last place." There is no reply.

"This is for the best. Goodbye, Andrew." And you hung up. A moment passes while you stand still, eyes sting with tears that are threatening to pour out at any given moment. Sniffing could be heard as it came from you.

You collapse on your bed, and all the feelings you've bottled up just break out. You spent a part of the day crying.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

"Go flirt with him!" A friend pressured you to talk to a random guy at the club.

It's been a month th since you broke up with Andrew, and now your friends finally got you to go clubbing with them, despite the fact you all had classes in the morning.

After some pushing, with a little help from alcohol, you were finally able to go up to the guy one friend pressured you to.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Hooking up was not something you initially planed, you wanted to at least get his number and talk, but this isn't half as bad.

Making out on your bed as you feel his hands going up your dress.

*Thunk!*

The guy collapsed on top of you, and I the moment of your confusion, you see someone standing above you holding a cleaver. Once you realized it was an angry Andrew that just broke into your apartment, you were going to scream, but he covered your mouth.

"Not a word." He threatened.

Andrew removes the unconscious guy from you and drags him out the door. You assume someone is outside your apartment, as Andrew says something before coming back in.

The whole time, you have been afraid to move.

"Care to explain what the fuck that was about?" Andrew asked as he pinned you down.

"Were you seriously going to cheat on me?" His grip on you tightened.

"Andrew, we broke -"

"Shut up!" He cut you off.

"We. Are. Not. Fucking. Over." As he said that, Andrew started biting and sucking on your neck and collarbone. He raised the hem of your dress and exposed your underwear.

You really shouldn't feel turned on by this.

Andrew stopped biting your neck once he took off your underwear. Holding your thighs apart, he starts to aggressively lick your clit. Every time you felt his wet muscle drag itself there, your mind goes a bit crazy.

You ended up squirting over his face.

"So quickly." He said. "You were as deprived as I was." That's unfortunately true. There was only so much that phone sex and your fingers could do.

Before you know it, Andrew had his pants down and was thrusting his dic into you like a wild animal.

And you were loving it.

Digging your nails on his back as you feel him hit that was gonna make you cum. And with the final hit, you came.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Waking up to a headache and aggressive doorbell ringing, you use your pillow to somehow get out of Andrew's hold and adjust your clothes.

You opened the front door and it was one of your friends who was ringing the doorbell.

"Sooo? How did it go?"

"Well, we were in the middle of it.... and then his girlfriend called." You lied.

"What an asshole." And she bought it.

"Anyway, I kicked him out, then drank a bit, and then passed out." You continued with your lies.

"You poor thing."

"I think I'm gonna skip my classes today." That is the only truth you said in this conversation.

"Honestly, I would too if my night turned out like that." You bid each other goodbye.

When you closed the door, Andrew was standing there.

"How did you sleep?" You asked. Andrew just grunted and hugged you.

A/n: And that's all folks!

[moody-alcoholic]

This Is Going To Hurt

Part 3 - Useful Hostage

Summary: Poly141 x reader, established relationship, medic reader, kidnapped reader, mini fic.

CW: Dead dove don’t eat, use of weapons, death, torture, blood, assault.

AN: My birthday is on Wednesday so I'm taking a break from writing to do birthday things.

Previous parts - masterlist- next AO3

Enjoy <3

You actually get a break from the torture. Which means you get some sleep. Maybe it’s a thank you, but more likely they’re going to let you get your strength back up before it continues. The room you’re being held in is small, there’s only the door, no windows or vents. 

In fact you haven’t seen the sun since you were taken. You have no idea what time of day it is, how long it has been. There’s no point in trying to keep track, they purposely avoid a schedule, come for you at what seems like random times to take you to the bathroom or for more torture. 

You’re woken mid sleep and dragged back into the wetroom. That’s what you’ve started calling it, you always leave the place wet and shivering. It’s getting harder and harder to fight against your instincts and keep quiet, not panic. The safe space in your mind is getting harder and harder to imagine, it’s almost like the mental barriers you try to put up are being pulled down one by one. 

“No one is coming for you.” The stranger says, you turn your head to look at him while you gasp for air.

“You’ll die here. Alone.” You can’t help but scoff. You always knew this would happen, now they’re switching up their tactics. Maybe they’ll try and flip you, try and promise you a new life. It’s not going to work, it will never work. 

He doesn’t try the new tactic for long before switching back to the questioning. At one point you think you pass out because the next thing you know your straps have been undone and you’re rolled on your side heaving onto the floor. 

Angry voices ring in your head before you’re hauled back to your room. Everything hurts, your stomach and your lungs. The wound on your arm- you’re pretty sure is infected at this point. You can barely keep yourself up as you're thrown back into the room and the door is slammed closed. Like you have the energy to do anything right now. You pull yourself up into the corner of the room. 

Laying down just makes your stomach turn. You wish it would end. For the first time you feel your resolve slip. 

He’s right, they’re not coming for you. You’ve always known that, you just didn’t want to admit it, somewhere deep down you hoped they would come for you. You feel tears come even though you’re too exhausted to cry. 

You just hope they’re safe wherever they are.

___

“We’re in.” Soap says in Price’s ear. 

“Keep it tight, we need at least one of them alive.” Price says. This is their only chance to get intel, without having to resort to other methods. Price and Gaz move to the front door of the small house. There’s at least 5 people in here, all hostile.

Price pushes through the door first hearing Gaz following behind him, Ghost and Soap will be making their way around the ground floor so Price makes a b-line for the stairs. He looks around quickly, making sure Gaz is following him as they make it up the steps. 

They take it one room at a time. There are 2 people both sleeping. They take them out silently, hands over their mouths, their throats slit. Price takes the first one, Gaz gets the second one. 

There’s no third floor which means the last 3 are on the ground floor. 

“Ghost, sitrep.” 

“Ground floor’s clear. 2 down, one in custody.” He responds. 

“We’re clear here too.” Price responds and nods at Gaz to make it back down the stairs. When they make it into the living room, Ghost and Soap already have him tied to the chair. 

“He speaks English.” Ghost says his eyes meeting Price. They’ve done a good job, they were quick, they have what they need. 

“Yeah, beggin’ for his life when we got him.” Soap says. Price sighs walking round the chair to stand in front of the man. He shouts something in Arabic. Price’s patience is wearing thin already. He has to keep cool, keep it together. 

It’s like there’s a timer in his head though, ticking down each second, minute, hour. The longer they take, the more chance you’ll be killed. The thought makes his stomach sink, he swallows the lump in his throat and lets the adrenaline calm his mind. 

“You took a hostage. Female, British, medic, we want to know where she is.” Price says. The man's eyes flick to him, there’s blood on his forehead.

“I don’t know anything about a medic.” He says. It’s a lie, Price knows that. He nods at Ghost who throws his fist into the man's face. As Ghost straightens back up, Price watches the man spit blood. 

“The hostage. Where is she?” Price asks. 

“Fucking American pigs!” He snaps spitting at Price’s feet. Price crosses his arms looking over at Ghost, who pulls a knife off his vest. 

“The hostage!” Price snaps. The man just laughs and Price lets out a sigh. Ghost walks over and plunges the knife into his thigh. He screams thrashing against the chair, shouting in Arabic. Price goes over bending down in front of his face. 

“Tell us where she is.” He orders through gritted teeth. 

“I don’t know.” He says between breaths. Price doesn’t believe him, he has to know something. Suddenly there’s a beeping Price shoots up watching as everyone raises their weapons towards the origin of the noise. 

Soap is the closest and he moves over to the table. “It’s a laptop.” He calls lowering his weapon. 

“Bring it over.” Price says and he comes over placing it down on the coffee table. When they open it, it shows a page with a video. In the middle a chair, the backdrop is all al qatala flags, Price sees the red ‘live’ watermark flashing in the corner of the video.

“What the hell?” Gaz asks. Price reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. 

This can’t be good. 

__

The door to your cell opens, jolting you from sleep. It’s Sayyid, he has a bottle of water. You don’t even want it. 

“How are you feeling?” He asks putting the bottle down on the floor. You scoff as you move yourself back into the corner. Your body is stiff and sore, you wonder how long you were asleep for. 

“Fuck you. You don’t care.” You say. 

“I came to ask for your help.” He says, you look up at him confused. You can’t believe what you’re hearing. You laugh, maybe you’re dead and this is hell.

“There was a missile strike, injured are being brought here.” Sayyid says. 

“Oh my God you’re not joking.” You say. He looks somber as he shakes his head. You get up to your feet taking a step towards him.

“I’m not helping patch up terrorists.” You say with anger in your voice. How dare he ask you to help the very people keeping you here. 

“Innocent people are hurt too. Civilians with no affiliation. You took an oath when you became a medic. Do no harm.” He says. Fuck him, how dare he throw that in your face. 

“Fuck you!” You spit your fist crashes into his face. “I spent the last few days being tortured and you want to lecture me about not wanting to help terrorists.” 

The door to the room opens, someone steps in but Sayyid shouts at them holding his hand up. You watch as he rubs his cheek. You wish you had the energy to throw a proper punch, you wish you broke his nose. 

“Your allies are the ones firing the bombs at us!” He snaps. You shake your head, you don’t have to help them. No one would blame you. 

You look back up at Sayyid. You would blame yourself though, you will blame yourself. Do no harm, who dares wins, none of it fucking matters at the end of the day. 

You joined to help people, to make a difference. You've treated the enemy before and if you get out here you will again. You won’t treat them, the people holding you here, just the innocent people caught in the crossfire. 

“Why are civs coming here and not going to a hospital?” You ask. He looks up at you sad. “Shit, they hit the hospital.” 

Fucking Americans. Why did they fire on a hospital? Maybe it was a stray? 

“They’re diverting critical cases elsewhere but we have to pick up the rest.” 

“I can’t believe this. I’m your prisoner. Why do you even trust me?” You say throwing your arms up.

“I don’t but what are you going to do? Run? You wouldn’t make it to the door.” He says. “We need- I need help. You might as well be useful.” 

“Okay. I need to see what you’re working with though.” You say crossing your arms. He nods and moves to the side so the man standing behind him can grab you. 

His grip is strong, his fingers digging into your skin as he drags you down corridors and staircases. You catch your first glimpse of the outside world. It’s dark out, you don’t get to look for long before you’re dragged away. You’re moving deeper and deeper into the building and down more stairs. You’re pretty sure you’re on the ground floor, or a basement by now. 

You’re about to go through some double doors that you assume lead deeper into a basement. This place is huge, way bigger than you thought it was. Suddenly there’s an eruption of shouting. You’re stopped and you turn behind you to see 3 men walking towards you. They sound angry, they have weapons in their hands. 

Sayyid walks past you talking to them. He gets shoved out the way and two of them grab you. You resist this time. 

“What the hell!” You snap. You look back at Sayyid who looks confused as you’re dragged back to the stairs.

“What’s going on?” You ask as you’re pulled up them. Something's wrong, somethings changed. They shout at you in Arabic as they continue to drag you down the corridors. You’re bought into a room and it makes your stomach sink. 

There are more terrorists, all holding weapons. One of the walls is covered by al qatala flags, there’s a chair and a camera, lights and a microphone. The whole place looks like a shitty movie studio. You’re dragged over to the chair and they force you down. You have to squint and the lights are bright in your eyes. 

The two men stand directly behind you. One them presses the barrel of his weapon against the base of your skull. You feel sick, your body freezes up. You look over and you can see yourself on a laptop screen, this is live. They’re doing a livestream? Why? 

There’s no way this ends well, you wonder if 141 are watching. You hope not. 

One of the men comes up to you and hands you a piece of paper. You look down at it then back up at him. 

“Read.” He says. You swallow looking back down quickly. 

“I can’t read.” You say. You’re not going to give them what they want that easily. He hits you with the butt off his weapon, it stings forcing your head to the side. His hand then grips round your neck forcing your head up to see him. 

“Read!” He spits before letting your head go. You clear your throat and look back down at the piece of paper in your hands. 

“In response to the recent missile attacks by the Americans on civilian targets including a local hospital.” You pause for a second looking over at the laptop. The barrel of the weapon is pressed harder into your head. 

“We have no other choice but to-” Your eyes snap up at the man standing next to the laptop. This can’t be real, this is not how things work. 

You’re worth something to them, you're a hostage. You look back down at the words on the paper. Apparently not. 

“Execute the hostage.” You finish. This is it, this is how you die. You feel fear rise in you, there’s no way you can get out of this you’re dead anyway. The paper is ripped out of your hands. You look back over at the laptop. Now you really hope they’re not watching. 

The man by the laptop moves to the front of the camera and says something in Arabic. You look down at the floor, you're not sure what you're feeling. Sadness, fear, confusion.

You're about to die.

You won’t cry, you won’t give them the satisfaction. When he’s done talking he comes over and presses a pistol to your temple. 

You look into the camera, you wish you could see them one more time, the people in the room start chanting when they’re done the man moves to stand in front of you. The barrel moving to your forehead. You look at him, right in his eyes. 

See you in hell fucker, you let yourself smile. He doesn’t deserve to break you, even now. You let out a breath and think of them all, John and Simon, Kyle and Johnny. You never stopped loving them. 

There’s a loud bang of a door being thrown open. Someone shouting in arabic. The gun barrel is pulled from your forehead. The man moves and you look over to see Sayyid rush in. There are more angry voices, people shouting. You wish you knew what they were saying. 

The same man turns back around to you, you see confusion in his eyes.

“Is it true, you are part of 141?” Your stomach sinks. How did they know? You didn’t tell them. His fist crashes into your face.

“Answer!” He demands. You’re not going to say anything. He pulls out a knife pressing it up against your throat. 

You swallow and it digs into your skin. “Where are they?” He spits. You keep as still as you can, your heart is pounding in your chest. you hold your breath.

“I don’t know.” You say through gritted teeth. You feel the blade slice into your skin. It makes your eyes water. Sayyid says something again. The knife is dragged away from your neck. Your hand goes up to it and you feel blood pool between your fingers, the wound is not deep, just enough to bleed. 

You look up at Sayyid who smiles at you. What the hell? What the fuck just happened? You watch the livestream get turned off. There’s another shout, another order, the barrel of the weapon is moved off the back of your head. You feel a sharp pain as something hits you over your head and everything goes black. 

__

No one moves. No one says a word. 

Price can feel eyes digging into the back of his head, looking at the same screen they just saw you on. 

“She’ll be dead already.” The terrorist chuckles.

“John?” Price hears Laswells voice in his ear. 

“Send traffic.” He replies, trying his best to keep a level voice. 

“I traced it to a relay but that was as far as I got. Chances are you’ll be able to pick up the signal from there. I’ll send you the details.” She says. Price doesn’t reply, ending the call.

He reaches down, unclipping his pistol. He’s not even thinking as he clicks the safety off and shoots the terrorist in the head. 

“Laswell has a lead. Let's move.” he says putting his weapon back in his holster and walking to the exit.

Now they have even less time.

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[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddiesongfics.

Lonesome is a State of Mind

June Prompt: Summer Songs | Song: Drunk on a Plane by Dierks Bentley (Bonus: Lonesome is a State of Mind by Djo lyrics for the Djo June challenge) | Word Count: 2500 | Rating: T | CW: Bare Feet in Public, Recreational Alcohol Use | Tags: Modern AU, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Little Angst, Lotta Silly Fluff, Meet Cute, Steve Had to Kiss Some Frogs to Get His Happy Ending, Robin Unfortunately Had to Bear Witness

Also on ao3.

It's stifling in the apartment, the summer air heavy and thick, even as the sun is just rising. It's making every movement seem ten times harder. Even through the closed windows, Steve can hear everything going on down below, the sounds of the city, the street, busy with activity. 

His future is not what he thought, and here he is again, having thought something wrong. He should be used to that by now, but he's not. He's afraid he'll never be. He's too optimistic that things will work out. You'd think he'd learn his lesson by now. He's not a kid anymore. No, he's twenty-nine and misaligned.

Going from two to one has been harder than he thought it would be these past six months. From a house full of sounds of life, to this. Stifling silence. 

She was the one. Wasn't she? He's not even sure now. 

Five years this time. Five. 

Two before that. What's he doing wrong? He wanted to commit, but it turns out two years wasn't enough time for someone to know if they wanted to do the same. Fine. With the next relationship he was more cautious, more patient. Went slow. Didn't rush.

Made sure they were really in love. 

But five years wasn't long enough either, turns out. And now he has two engagement rings hanging around his neck like albatrosses and two non-refundable tickets for a honeymoon that was supposed to start today, just with no wife.

She's at his house, with his dog, but he lives somewhere else, somewhere separate.

What the fuck is so wrong with him that things just fall apart as soon as he tries to offer someone his love?

Nancy didn't want it in high school, either. Now he's convinced he's more than bullshit. There's a pattern, and he's the common denominator.

He jumps when the buzzer for the downstairs door sounds. Robin. He presses the button to unlock the front door for her, and works on schooling his face so she doesn't see how close to a nervous breakdown he really is today.

He was supposed to get married yesterday. He didn't. 

"I never liked her anyway," Robin says, "She's an asshole. You're not gonna try to get back with her, right? I can say that?"

"You can say that," Steve answers. He knows it's not true. He wouldn't have made it five years with anybody that Robin didn't like. And he especially wouldn't have planned to marry them. Robin's just taking his side, unconditionally. Best friend privileges. He appreciates it.

"Glad to hear it. Flight leaves in two hours," she states, picking up his sunglasses, tossing them at him, "Wayfarers on, Harrington. Grab your bags. We're going to the beach. That all-inclusive resort is calling my name."

Steve groans. He doesn't want to go to the beach. 

"Steve! Now!" Robin demands, and he knows better than to argue. And it'd be stupid to waste these tickets, this whole vacation. He went through the trouble switching the ticket to Robin's name, after all.

He puts on his neon green swim trunks, and a bright pink tank top. Slides on a pair of flip flops. It's gaudy. Loud and in your face. Maybe if he embarrasses her now, she won't make him go.

Robin says nothing.

He stands there staring at her.

"Bags?" she asks.

He shrugs. Maybe he'll travel light for once. See what that's like.

She just pushes past him, into his bedroom, and stuffs random clothes of his into his suitcase. While she's busy doing that, he makes himself a travel mug of orange juice. And vodka. That's the important part. 

Piling into the waiting cab downstairs, he sucks on the whirly straw, and off they go. 

One honeymoon, two platonic soulmates.

Finally at cruising altitude, Robin is staring at him.

"What?"

"What are you wearing?" Robin asks, finger snagging the chain around his neck, pulling. 

"My bad luck charms, duh," he says, twisting off the top of another little bottle of Jack. Pouring it into his thimble of Coke. "It wards off—"

"—women, men, humankind in general?"

"Sure," he says, thumbing at the two diamond rings hanging from the gold chain. 

"You're being a dramatic dingus."

"Cheers, have a drink with me," he says, tapping his plastic cup against hers.

"It's ten in the morning," she says, still judging him for conning the flight attendant out of more liquor. He's already rocking a nice buzz, and he'd like to keep building on it, thank you very much.

"You can't drink all day if you don't start in the morning," he retorts, stretching out in his seat, putting his bare foot up on the armrest of the aisle seat guy in the row in front of him.

"Steve," Robin hisses, pressing on his knee, trying to get him to put his foot down. Then she leans towards the row in front of theirs, "I'm so sorry, he's not usually this feral."

She can't budge him, despite her best efforts. He refuses to move. That is, until the guy whose seat he's encroaching on runs his fingers up the sole of Steve's foot. That's enough to make Steve jerk his leg back reflectively, ticklish, unable to stop himself. He hears the pleased laughter floating back to their row, and Steve leans forward, poking his head around the seat.

"Foot fetish, huh?" 

"You're the one that offered it up to me," the guy says.

Steve laughs, the liquor making him brazen, "I mean, I'm not into that. But if you are, I'd be happy to open negotiations."

"Well, isn't that a thought," the guy laughs, and Steve can't tell if he's flirting with him, or just making fun. Maybe a little of both. It honestly doesn't really matter. Steve doesn't mind either option.

It's already made his morning better. 

Steve leans his shoulder into the back of the guy's seat, jostling him. "My fiancée dumped me. This was my honeymoon."

The guy turns and nods towards Robin, "Her? Was it because you're trying to get strange men to touch your feet?"

"Ew," Robin says, "No. I'm Robin. The embarrassed best friend. That's Steve. Again, I'm sorry. He isn't putting his best foot forward. He decided to start early this morning."

Steve laughs, and so does the guy. It's a great laugh. Steve wants to hear more of it, wants more of his attention.

"I'm Eddie," the guy says, "and your foot forward seemed fine to me. But if you've got a better one, let me have it."

Steve, not about to back down from a challenge, wedges his left foot between the seats. 

The guy next to Eddie whips his head around, "If your nasty foot so much as grazes me, I swear to god I'll shove drumsticks up both your asses."

"That's a very specific promise," Steve says, pointing his foot towards Eddie the best he can. "At least buy me a drink first."

The guy huffs, annoyed.

"Steve Harrington, leave these men alone. You're gonna get us kicked off this flight. Banned from this airline. Banned from all future air travel forever, maybe. We'll be on the no-fly list. We might get left in Cancun."

The grumpy guy in the middle turns around, looking at Robin, "This is at least fifty percent Eddie's fault at this point. He feeds on chaos, makes things worse, and encouraging what's happening right now is a dream come true for him. Trust me."

"It's true," Eddie pipes up, "I'm a freak. Being interesting will always beat conformity. Put your feet on people if you want. Be real. Be weird. Be real weird."

Steve grins, looking at Robin, "See?"

"No," she says, shaking her head. 

Steve retracts his foot, and Eddie turns in his seat, looking right in Steve's eyes, "Stay weird, Steve Harrington."

Then, he hands Steve two additional mini bottles of liquor, and Steve grins, relaxing back into his seat.

Steve tries to mind his own business. It works for a while.

"What are you headed to Cancun for?" Steve asks, peeking at Eddie from between the seats.

"Bachelor party," Eddie says, looking back at him.

Steve sticks out his bottom lip, "Yours?"

Eddie laughs, shaking his head, nodding towards his seatmate, "No. Mr. Drumsticks Uptheass, here."

Steve grabs the back of the guy's seat and shakes him, "Don't do it, man. She'll break your heart. Put a ring on it and suddenly she can't stomach the thought of spending her whole life with you. Trust me. It's happened to me. Twice." 

"Shut up, you don't know me or my life. I can see why nobody would want to marry you," middle-seat snaps. 

"Gareth," Eddie warns.

Steve shoves the back of Gareth's seat, launching himself back into own. Arms crossed, pouting. 

He's a fucking catch. 

What kind of name is Gareth, anyway? 

"He didn't mean that," Robin says, leaning forward, trying to smooth this over, "I'm sure your wife-to-be is lovely and would never call off your wedding." 

Gareth just glares over his shoulder, then leans forward, looking across the aisle, eyes laser focused on the man sitting there, minding his own business. "Goods. Goodie. Hey. Switch seats with me."

The guy across the aisle ignores him. 

"Goodie!" 

What kind of name is Goodie?

"I don't know you, any of you," the alleged Goodie says, pulling his hoodie strings, cinching it down over his face. Ending the conversation. 

"Jesus Christ," Gareth Uptheass says, forcing himself out of his seat, climbing over Eddie's knees, and out into the aisle.

Then, he looms over Steve. Well, he tries. He's not very tall. "Get up. We're trading seats. If you want to flirt with Eddie so fucking bad, you can do it without involving me. I'm sitting next to her now." 

Steve looks at Robin, "Oh, she's a lesbian." 

"Great, and she's wearing shoes. The exact kind of woman I'm interested in right now. Get. Up." 

"I need to put on my shoes," Steve says. 

"Really? Why start now?" 

Steve gets up, and squeezes into the middle seat next to Eddie. There's another guy in the window seat.

"I'm Steve," Steve says, since they haven't been introduced. 

"So I've heard," he answers, "I'm Jeff. Keep your hands and feet to yourself and we'll be good."

"Jeff's a normal name," Steve declares. He's glad someone else has a normal name around here.

"Thanks," Jeff says.

They talk and talk until Eddie gets up to go to the bathroom. Steve waits a respectable minute and a half to follow. 

Tapping on the locked door, he gets no answer.

Knocking again, "Eddie."

The door across the hall opens, "Over here."

Whoops. Wrong bathroom. Steve slides into the cramped lavatory with Eddie, trying to balance himself on the flimsy sink, hoping like fuck it will hold him. 

Steve wraps his legs around Eddie's waist, pressing himself up against Eddie.

"Do you really have a foot fetish?" Steve asks.

Eddie laughs, "Not in the slightest."

"Good, that's good," Steve answers, playing with the hairs at the nape of Eddie's neck. "You gonna give me a little in-flight entertainment?" 

Eddie cups his cheek. It's tender, and nobody's touched Steve like this in a while. He leans into it.

"How about we just make it off this plane without being put in handcuffs?" Eddie suggests.

Steve huffs, but will allow it. 

"What if I want you to put me in handcuffs?" 

Eddie laughs, "Then, sweetheart, like you said earlier: I'd be happy to open negotiations."

Back in their seats, Steve falls asleep on Eddie's shoulder.

Then, they land and go their separate ways. 

The next morning, Steve regrets everything from the day before. His head is pounding, like elves are trying to chisel his skull in two. He's mortified. He got drunk, took off his shoes, and followed a stranger to the plane bathroom.

Robin's never gonna let him live this down, not even with the goodwill of it being his sad non-honeymoon. She won't feel sorry for him forever.

The mimosa isn't working as hair of the dog that bit him, nor is the greasy breakfast, and he closes his eyes behind his sunglasses. 

He hears Robin pull out her chair, and groans. 

"I'm dying. Put me out of my misery." 

He hears a deep chuckle, familiar now, and feels his cheeks flush. Eddie. Of all the resorts, Eddie from the plane is here? It's absurd. 

Steve's eyes snap open. It's too bright.

"You're staying here?" Steve asks. He's so fucking embarrassed. What are the odds of that?

Eddie shakes his head, smiling wide.

"Nope. But Gareth asked Robin where you guys were staying. He knows me well enough to know I'd want that information. He's a good best friend, even if he was a little testy yesterday."

"Uh, I think he had a reason. I was being, well, unreasonable. Sorry about the feet. And the bathroom. And everything else."

"No reason to apologize. I'm here, aren't I?" Eddie asks with a smile. 

He is. Steve smiles. Eddie found him. Eddie went out of his way to come see him again.

Nobody goes out of their way for him, except Robin, and she definitely doesn't count.

"So, you wanna spend the day with me, Steve Harrington?"

Steve does, and he pushes his sunglasses up onto his head, and leans forward. Lips barely brushing Eddie's, "Oh yeah. I'm ready to open negotiations."

Later

It's loud, and Steve's getting shoved around in the pit. He doesn't mind. He could stand backstage, but he wants to be right here, front and center. Eddie can see him all night this way.

Corroded Coffin is doing their thing, and Steve's along for the ride. They aren't super famous, not a bit mainstream, but they fill ballrooms and small venues, the crowds stoked to see them. 

Steve's thrilled to see them, thrilled to see Eddie, always. Third time was the charm. Steve finally met his match. Finally got a yes before the question had even left his throat. Eddie married him as fast as he could. Steve knows it's because Eddie didn't want Steve to stress that another engagement might fizzle out.

Steve was all in, and so was Eddie.

Eddie flips his hair off his shoulders, running his fingers under the neck of his t-shirt, fishing out a chain. Two diamond engagement rings clink together as they flop onto his chest. Steve leans against the barricade, grinning.

Steve considered them bad juju. Albatrosses. But Eddie started wearing them around his own neck. A talisman, he says. Good luck. 

A point being made, Steve's sure.

Oh, you didn't want him? Well, good. He's fucking mine.

He's unhinged. 

Steve loves him. 

Loves that he took that flight, loves that he got drunk and rude and weird. Loves that Eddie rolled with it. Loves that of all the people in the world that could have been sitting in front of him, that it was Eddie Munson. 

The one who would wholeheartedly love him back.

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[haddonfieldhorrors]

If the Slashers had YouTube channels:

———

Jason Voorhees:

- Nature vlogs 100%

- He’d be the guy to set up little feeding stations for wildlife and set up a hidden camera.

- Live ASMR nature sounds going 24/7

- He’d also make a video on Mother’s Day: “Top 10 things to get your mom for Mother’s Day” 🥺

Michael Myers:

- Bro would so make low budget documentaries about himself to stay relevant 😭

- He’d also make his own soundtracks for them too.

- Knife collection videos.

- “A day in my life” just him standing in random parts of his house 💀

- Pumpkin carving videos

- Mask making process videos

Ghost face:

- Reviews scary movies

- Makes mediocre prank videos that aren’t funny.

- Very loud, obnoxious and over the top reactions.

- Y’all know those YouTube shorts where the reactor is just yapping over a quiet video? Yea, that’s Ghostface. Annoying shit 😒

- Shitty, obviously fake, story times with 😱 thumbnails.

- Twitch brainrot. “Chat, is this real?”

- “DON’T (insert some stupid ass thing here) AT 3AM!!!!” Videos…

Harry Warden:

- He strikes me as a multifaceted guy.

- he’s got a video for everything-

- “How to survive in a mine when your bitch ass bosses left you to go to a valentines dance, so you resorted to having to eat your coworkers to survive”

- “Mining: Tips & Tricks”

- “How to find Diamond”

- He’d also make DIY videos on making tools and crafting from everyday objects.

- Like Jason, he’d do ASMR. He’d have a 24/7 live cam of the mines.

- Like Ghostface, story times, but not as annoying, he’s straight to the point. No BS

Brahms Heelshire:

- He gives me vibes of a horror YouTube channel that hasn’t been used in like 15 years that has like 10 uploads.

- It’s all kinds of shit, grainy footage with creepy, early 2000’s quality scary music and sounds.

- But, if he revived it, he’d make doll videos: Restoring doll furniture, how to clean them, how to paint them, etc.

Thomas Hewitt:

- Cooking videos 100000000%

- “Workshop Tour”

- “how to cook ‘pork’!”

- Home Improvement. He’d teach us how to fix stuff around our house 🥹

- “Chainsaw Handling 101”

- He’d even make little animations of himself for his intro 🥺

[gogolstoelicker]

What do you think would the dorm leaders and vice dorm leaders would do with a shenhe like reader? And can I stay Anonymous?

Dorm leaders + vice dorm leaders with Shenhe!MC

note: id like to let u stay as anonymous but i legit have no clue how this works😥im a peepaw kinnie sorry bro

also this took two years im so sorry💀💀i was so busy w school and deciding what i want for the future my bad pook (update it took 3 years actually LMAO)

also im barely into twst by now HELP ive been playing too much hsr instead

You're someone with a cool, reserved demeanor that gives off an otherworldly aura. Due of some circumstances, your soul was bound with special red ropes to restrain some of your murderous impulses. However, this had the side effect of repressing many of your emotions, making you as dispassionate as the otherworldly beings. When you're annoyed however, these impulses can start to leak out.

Riddle:

yall rmmber how cloud retainer taught shenhe to just beat the ppl who wronged her? well

you may or may not have tried to grab him by his neck and slam him to the ground

grim is the one telling u not to btw LMAOAOAOAOA

reversed pet and owner😭its grim telling u what not to do

"No no dont do that🤬☝️yes yes good good mc"

rmmber the end of the quest when the drunk man tried to bother shenhe and shenhe was 👿 and paimon was "no no☝️dont☝️good shenhe good shenhe" THATS HOW ITS LIKE

riddle was undeniable pretty angry bcs u literally tried to use violence on him HELP (also pretty shaken bcs WHAT)

but eh im sure yall can get close once his overblot is over

he would NOT like to talk about how u tried to freeze his ass and beat him up using a polearm btw

mf is so strong bro wiped out his fire one sec

I think youre pretty ? abt the rules but tried ur best to follow em

"why cant i eat burgers in tuesdays☹️" -u while reading the rule book

"bcs the queen of hearts told u so☝️"

its funny cause youre not even from his dorm and youre the one trying so hard to follow his rules LMAOAOAOA

"i wanna eat burgers☹️" u on tuesdays or whateverday

"? eat em then" ace, confused

u can ask him if u dont understand some social cues or human customs!! he can provide a pretty good explanation

Trey:

tried to stop u from eating random herbs/flowers from that batony place i forgor what its called

"oh food" "MC!!!!😨😨😨😨"

literally pulled u back by your collar before u ate the plants in there

if youre hungry u can come w him to eat in the dorm😥😥pls dont eat random things u saw

he knew how strong u are so he just leaves the heavy work to u sometimes HELP

like yo dude i need to bring some of these from the store/garden ion kno

he did it in exchange of cooking dw guys

yall frequent heartslabyul to eat cause the food u serve r mostlu herbs

grim does not like it and tattled on u

"but all the proteins we need r there🫠" -u

"well yes but🧍" -trey

Leona:

somehow the guy who makes excuses for u whenever u resort to violence

"guys i SWEAR mc is nice🥺🖐look into my eyes guys i swear..." /j

he did try to talk u out of violence (sometimes)

if it doesnt work he just stands on the sidelines n goes sheesh😨

candidate no 2 who almost got slammed to the floor

ruggie stopped u just in time w his UM

but leona is strong!! u might say but did he got trained by the adepti tho☝️exactly

honestly theres a wee bit of bad blood between the two of u for a lil bit

but yk sleeping in the same room helped mend ur relationship

(also planning evil shit together towards azul got yall closer)

u like to train in the afternoon/morning sometimes so u just somehow got dragged to their everyday morning practice

u lead the team btw 🗣🗣leona encouraged it cause he dont wanna do much work

sometimes if he felt nice he'll let u eat w them in the dorm

he encouraged u eating herbs btw he found it kinda funny

it doesnt kill u anyway do why should he stop u

grim is otw to take a bite on his arm bcs of it

hes very knowledgeable so u can ask him abt what customs u dong understand

he might give u the stink eye sometimes cause u ruined his sleep but its ok he still answers u anyway

Azul:

yall fought in WATER he does not stand a chance

him if he tries: 🥶🥶🧊🧊🧊

he became frozen octopus

what almost happened to the twins HELP

thank god for Floyd's UM

can u tell im trhing so hard to think of smth for him rn

yall had some bad blood during the entire chapter but got good again at thr rnd its ok

u sometimes work in the monstro longue and azul had to keep an eye on u to make sure u wont harm any rude customers

do that behind closed doors pls☝️youll scare his other customers away

he doesnt care as long as it doesnt drive the other customers away

tbh he even encouraged it HELP

gotta keep them customers in line yk

dont ask him abt human customs pls he doesnt kno much

Jade:

he listened in on ur convo w trey abt not eating random flowers in the batony place ion kno what its called

he rubbed his hands together like a fly and starts scheming

if u see a new specific herb planted there, turn around. walk away. it was jade's

u fell for it u were kinda hungry

"kinda hungry rn..." -u said

jade is hiding behind a tree with a smirk

thats how he looks the entire time while waiting for u to take the bait

as soon as it enters ur mouth by 0.1cm he came out with a smile going "oh no!! my herb...☹️☹️"

thats how u got baited into working in monstro longue

the start of ur career tho its ok🗣☝️

dont ask him abt human customs or cues,he'll prank u somehow

"haha the dude is wrong. slamming someone on the wall is a good thing"

azul had to hold u back the entire week from annoying customers cause u trusted jade

Kalim:

i think u can ask him if youre confused abt smth❓️

dont trust him 100% tho, the way he celebrates some things may not be like how normal ppl does it

u may celebrate a birthday by giving a gift and baking a cake

he celebrates it by having a march w animals he have in his house /j

rich ppl activities amirite

"why cant i wear this halloween costume to work☹️" -u

it could end in two ways

he either tells u why or gets an idea to have a halloween special day in monstro longue

dw abt it azul quickly approve of it (he wont turn down money)

kinda funny to imagine its like a 2nd jamil beside him and its only bcs yall have the same facial expressions

cant be an everyday thing tho customers will het tired of it

😐☺️😐 <how yall look so basically

sunshine protectors and sunshine

honestly kalim would either go "yikes that must've hurt" when u beat someone up or go "mc! this isn't you!😔" /j

he would sometimes help u out dw!! (he called a teacher)

Jamil:

sunshine protector #1 and youre #2 (and an idiot in disguise)

honestly i do not have an idea for him like legit dude

imagine two ppl who looks like 😐😐 most of the time

rmmber that time he trapped yall in scarabia?? guess who almost lost their limbs (half the scarabia dorm)

"yes u shall listen to my evil plans muahahaha" -jamil seconds before u tried to slam him into the floor

the guy who tries to hold u back from violence

"no NO BAD MC BAD MC😡😡����🤬" him on a normal tuesday morning (its too early for this pls)

if he saw u try to beat someone out from afar tho, he wont try anything

he will only stop u when 1. theres the strict dorm leaders around or 2. the professors r around 3. it will somehow bite him back in the ass in the future

also he calls u up each time theres a bug

u either squash it w ur bare hands or grab it n throw it away (w ur bare hands)

he made sure u wash ur hands for at least 10 mins after

but dude is very knowledgeable, u can ask him anything u find confusing!!

he esp loves to talk abt his culture etc n try to introduce u to certain things

^how u ended up w hennas (jamil drew ur left hand, kalim ur right)

Vil:

the guy who puts many efforts in trying to stop ur violence

"violence is not necessary rn!! unless they start it first ofc..."

u took his words to heart n silently prayed someone would try to pick fights w u first so u can have an excuse to beat the shit out of them

vil absolutely does NOT approve of ur habit of eating random plants

"prefect what r these random plants in ur dorm??" "thats my lunch😊" "what."

almost fainted when he found out ur diet is mostly of random plants n herbs u either got from the batonical garden(???) or smth that grows on the walls of the ramshackle dorm yikes

also finds out u barely ate actual living human foods in fear of being attached just to not be able to taste them again

"on god we gon get u some therapy bro🙏" -him probably

tries to convince u that its not enough reason to completely discard food

yk those relatives that puts more food on ur plate when they notice youre not eating enough

hes kinda like that but hes also mindful to make sure u dont take more than what u can

Rook:

was on one of his journey of getting to know ur lore better (stalking) when he caught u eating the plants in the batonical garden

"NON NON!! U SHALL NOT!!"

he tried to stop u only for him to be neck neck w ur polearm cause ?? why the hell is he sneaking up on u??

despite ur first meeting, u did start to warm up to him eventually!!😊😊

he absolutely loves how blunt u are

also the guy who talks ur ears out abt his passions, which includes many things

u on the quiet side so u just listen n nod

one time u found a neige keychain n gave it to him idk man maybe theres neige merches around

hes THRILLED dude. his hat almost got legs of its own so it can start jumping around

as thanks he gave u flowers (that became ur dinner /j)

the two of u meditates together

its good for him as a hunter to have a clear mind!! n u need to keep up w ur training even tho youre in a completely diff world now so its perfect!!

if vil caught the both of u, he would join the meditating session

it became a group thing. vil joins yall whenever hes not busy and rook is somehow always free to join u

Idia:

not there physically to witness ur quirks but he did saw it enough times through the security cameras

"where r they producing these ppl😥😥"

witnessed ur strength once n u immediately got upgraded to an SSR character 🗣🗣the UR spot is reserved for malleus sorry

almost went bald bcs u freeze his ass (n hair) during the overblot fight

i feel like youre strong enough to defeat one of those robot thingy that he used to capture the dorm leaders w🙏🙏this is totally not bcs im a shenhe glazer

you are STRONG STRONG alright. he promises to himself not to get on ur bad side in case he'll go bald again

his ass is always w electronics n then theres u😂🤣

he wanted to laugh at first when u said u didnt kno how to use a phone

that is until he starts teaching u these technologies idk n now he wants to cry cause wow. he cant imagine not using the internet for even an hour

pats ur shoulder once out of pity

"there there you'll be a good internet user one day ig...." "whats internet and how does one become its user??🤔"

Malleus:

omg yall r quite similar in some ways!! boomers, emos and poker faced /hj

yall had never rode a car before💀let alone seen it

i just know yall would somehow break ur phones

"prefect it seems i wont be able to contact u through the phone anymore... (he destroyed it by accident while trying to contact u)"

"its ok. me too (u also destroyed urs by accident while trying to figure out how it works)" crowley is crying in the background abt how much money he needs to spend buying u a new one btw ignore him

"is this healthy??🤔🤔" -he thinks to himself as he stares at u munching on some random plants

ur diet reminds him of what silver has consumed during his younger years

except silver was bcs of sOMEONE (lilia) and u are completely out of ur own will

hes like a kidnapper trying to lure u with better foods to get u to stop eating those plants

"whats in my hands??😊u can have it if u stop eating those plants...."

also the guy who rambles on and on abt his passions (gargoyles) w u nodding ur head at him

u crafted one for him once n u swear flowers bloomed somehow

spoilers but u would absolutely try to knock him out in his dragon form

but its in an affectionate way i swear

not the "STOP THIS (aggressive)" but more of a "STOP THIS(affectionate)" get it?

Lilia:

tries to cook u homemade meals

u somehow survive?? and asked for seconds

the other 3 diasomnia students who suffered under his meals asked how tf can u endure it n if its rlly thag delicious

"no it tasted terrible😐but its filled w all the nutrients our body needs"

in ur head, its like lilias cooking = the herbs u ate

except u have a 5050 chance at surviving his cooking🙏🙏thank ur adeptal training RN

lilia is proud bcs someone finally appreciates his cooking enough so u got called in to their dorm often for food

he pretended not to notice when the other 3 gave some of their foods to u btw

he somehow convinced u to join silver n sebek's training💀💀

hes impressed by how strong u r btw<<33 he jokingly asked if u wanna be knight no3 for malleus

he finds it kinda funny that he knew more abt the internet than u

his oldass is out here doing tiktok live n u are?? uh idk making cheese from scratch?? what do ppl do back in the days

will not miss a day to clown u btw do NOT trust him fully

"in fae culture, eating herbs is considered taboo bcs it killed 1 in 3 of our ppl so u cant have herbs in diasomnia im sorry..." "o omg....😨😢"

[mxtantrights]

I heard your pleas, and am therefore requesting your take on boxer jason ( i swear he lives in my mind rent free, such a gentle giant with the ability to pummel anyone who wrongs you into the ground? Amazing). Maybe he uses scary dog privileges to get someone to back off while they are giving you trouble?

Boxer!Jason x reader

gravitates towards you even though the two of you look like opposites. he's tall and big and sometimes his face doesn't look like it can hold a smile

you're the one person in the world that can prove that he can smile. the first time you met, you threw him a joke and made him smile a tiny bit. Just the tiniest bit but it was enough.

when you find out what he does for a living, you figure it makes sense. All that muscle and size has got to go towards something. him telling you he's a boxer also helps you understand why you'll see him with a black eye or a busted lip.

doesn't invite you to watch him fight at first. even before you start dating because he's scared that you'll see him in action and get nervous. Which you aren't, you actually quite like seeing him in his element.

sometimes he'd go a few days between a fight and seeing you just to not freak you out. seeing Jason with a bruised rib or moving tensely is not something you wish for.

you have to be the one to make the first move. Jason isn't going to do it. He's going to leave it up to you for the first few months of the relationship. He figures you have to get to know him and he has to get to know you.

he flushes when you the two of you first kiss. Yeah. It knocks him off his feet. No one is able to actually get a knockout against him except you!

maybe six months into dating he lets you come over after a fight. You offer to salve and stick anything but he tells you he's got it covered. He just wants you with him.

It's fun going out with Jason because he gets you in anywhere. Clubs, concerts, etc. He's got a lot of pull and if that doesn't work he just stands behind you menacingly as you talk your way in. Works like a charm every time.

Jason doesn't like putting his hands on people outside of a fight or training. He vows against it unless the situation calls for it. And even if it does it's really the last resort.

So when some random sleazily walks up to you and initiates contact with you, he waits. He waits for you to handle it. Which you do, because Jason teaches you a few tricks to get yourself out of a tough spot.

But when things take a turn and Jason knows you need help, he's right there. Like out of no where that rando is down on the floor or high tailing it out of your vicinity.

maybe about eight or nine months into the relationship, Jason asks if you wanna come see his upcoming match. Of course he's pretty nonchalant about it, so you agree. Thinking it's some underground type of stuff.

Yeah, and then the following weekend you're on a plan to Vegas because he's fighting in some big arena and it's being televised.

Jason thinks the only thing in his life worth making a big deal out of is you, so no he doesn't find the cameras and the hype around the fight more important than you.

he wins the fight -of course! and spends the rest of the weekend treating you around Vegas, amongst other things...

a/n: I absolutely love this request! and if you want more you can ask for it in my inbox <333 this was so fun to write and think out!! thank you again for sending this!!

[dying-isnt-good-for-your-health]

DpxDc, A hypocrite's concern

A little thing I wrote about Jason and Danny interacting after Jason gets captured by the GIW:)

(Starts under cut because I accidentally made it long)

Jason didn't know what to think.

He had been walking to the bus stop to get groceries in his civilian clothes, when a white van with an obnoxious logo on the side drove by and snatched him off the sidewalk. They didn't even grab him. They just full on drove by with a giant net outstretched like some weird type of fishing to catch him.

They didn't knock him out, they hadn't seemed to find a need to, but they did call him several terms he never even knew existed. None came close enough to the net—which was made of a weird material that couldn't be cut with his smartly hidden knife—to be kicked, so he had resorted to calling them several lovely names that you could only learn by growing up in Crime Alley.

When the van full of Men in Black ripoffs finally stopped, he was loaded into a... cage? Like, it looked a bit like a cage, but it also seemed as if it was made of rubber or plastic, and its shape was also odd, like it was specifically designed for something that would escape a regular cage easily and this was their attempt to stop it. It had bars, sure, but they were at weird angles and constantly layered over each other.

The 'cage' was placed on a cart and wheeled inside a generic office building, but they didn't enter through the entryway, no, what kind of madman uses a door? They entered through the wall. The agents walked directly through the wall, wheeling him in after them, with no difficulty other than pressing a small button next to a random brick. The secret entrance led to an early 2000s sci-fi movie elevator, that had wires filled with a disturbingly familiar green, and a not-so familiar blue.

One of the agents leaned into the comm thing attached to one of the wires and murmured something that made the elevator start working.

The elevator reached what was probably the bottom of the Secret Evil Lair™, and opened with a hiss. The doors revealed a well lit hallway with white walls, floors, ceilings, and heavily reinforced doors. So, these madmen did use doors. It was modern, but in a way that would remind you of a rich person with no interior decorating abilities.

The disproportionately large number of bald men pushed the cage-cart down the hall. The second thing he noticed after the atrocious decoration was the eerie quiet. There wasn't any noise that you would expect from an evil lab, even when the agents walked it was difficult to hear their steps, while when they were outside every step they made would be heard, inside, it was as if they were in their element.

The cart stopped in front of a door with far more protection than the rest, it was dark gray with the blue accents, rather than the white and green of the others. One of the agents leading him turned to a keypad-looking thing and began typing. The door had two signs on it, seemingly to catalog what was held within, but only one had any writing on it, as if the information of the room's contents was incomplete.

"-Phantom-

-DP-001-

-Danger Class: 7-

-Ectoplasmic Strength: Level 4 (For lower level agents, the maximum is Level 5)-

-Power Set: On the DP-001 file-

-Experiment Notes: While testing, ignore any and all pleas for mercy, it is a manipulation tactic it utilizes often. Do NOT remove the muzzle, doing so will result in termination. Causing permanent damage to subject without instruction from an agent classed over Class 7 will result in termination.-"

Jason was able to read the entire thing while the agent was still typing in the code to open the door. When the agent finally finished entering the code, the door opened with the same hiss as the elevator, and revealed a decontamination chamber.

They threw him into the chamber, and quickly closed the doors behind him. The cage melted away, as if it were made of wax, leaving him standing free in the chamber.

The chamber began to fill with a blue gas that fell from the ceiling vents. Jason instinctively held his breath while reaching for his gas mask, only to realize he didn't have his gas mask. Which was not right, he knew he had his gas mask. No Gothamite leaves home without a gas mask. No smart one, at least.

The agents had somehow managed to remove all of his belongings without him noticing. His clothes were also different, instead of the outfit he had left the house in, he was wearing a white shirt, and white pants.

How the hell did they do this? Was the most coherent thought he could have, but it was short lived as the doors in front of him opened with the exact same annoying hiss as the last few.

Based on the sign, he was expecting some kind of cryptid, like a demon, or something. But rather, he was greeted by a short teenager with black hair and blue eyes. The boy wore the same white clothes as Jason, but he also wore a mask that covered half his face, but there was also a blue tinted glass that allowed him to see his mouth. He was working on something behind him.

The boy stared for a moment, before smiling and waving animatedly, like he hadn't seen anyone other than the agents in a long while.

"Hi! I'm Danny!" He said, even if it was slightly muffled, sounding something between being under a blanket and speaking through a fan, "Or Phantom. Or DP-001 or just 001, they flip flop between the last three usually, you?"

"...I'm Jason," He couldn't see why he shouldn't tell this kid his name, it didn't matter, the kid wouldn't recognize it, "Uh, how old are you?"

Danny paused before tilting his head and asking, "Hm, What's the date? I dunno how long I've been here."

"April 13th." He replied, not liking the implications of not knowing your own age.

"Oh! I turned 15 last week! What about you?"

That was way too young to be... where ever this is, this kid is a literal child.

"I'm 23." Again, seeing no reason to lie.

"Wow. You're old." Danny said with the typical teenage snark you'd expect from a fifteen year old, "Sorry, my friend used to say that whenever her parents made her socialize at rich people parties."

He filed away that information for later, even if "Rich people parties" is pretty vague.

"So, where are you from?" Jason asked, Small talk and gather info, he can do that.

He froze for a split second, before speaking, "Amity Park," The kid said, smiling, but in a sad, wistful way, "It's in Illinois."

So this kid was most definitely kidnapped, there are no doubts about that.

"I'd ask where you're from, but I kinda already know" Danny stated, "I saw you in the Gotham file back when I still tried to escape."

Still? They had a file on Gotham? Why? Why was he on the file?

"Oh, why do they have me in the file?" Subtle.

"Either you died and came back funky," He started, holding his fingers out to count on his hand, which was, just perfect, that this random shady group knows about that, "Or you have come in to contact with ectoplasm, the green stuff, or both! That happened to me."

There was a lot to unpack there, but begin simple.

" 'Came back funky' ?" That was a good place to start.

"Oh yeah, like, came back with powers, or with your body being in a better condition than while you were dead, or coming back after too long a time for it to be technically possible."

That answered nothing and everything.

"Actually, I don't even think they care if you came back at all," Danny said after he seemed to think about it for a moment, "Ancients know they only care about technicalities when it benefits them."

Every time the kid answers a question, ten more fill its place because of the answer.

It was a little hard to focus on his answers, though, because of how uncomfortable the weird new clothes were.

Wait.

"How did they get these clothes on me?" He didn't really want the answer, but he also didn't want to not have the answer. "I didn't even notice it."

"Oh! Did they bring you here in a cage?" Danny asked.

"Yeah, if you could even call it that."

"Well," He said, making a big show with his hands to enunciate his sentence, which made Jason notice the electrical scarring that lined his left hand, "I'm pretty sure the Guys In White made the cages out of some material that, when it melts, coats your clothes in some kind of ectoplasm, and then the gas basically breaks down the affected clothing, and replaces it. I'm still not sure how, though."

That, again, answered nothing and everything, but mostly nothing this time.

[ajortga]

sequence of events

pairing: jenna ortega x crutched?! fem reader

word count: 1.6k+

authors note: thank you so much for 800 followers, i appreciate each and every one of you. <3. my writing did not clearly match the image i wanted but i love making your requests come to life.

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based off request!

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Hi, I just recently started reading your blog but I really like the way you describe feelings, it’s simply amazing and since requests are open, I would like to ask if you could make a fem! reader who is disabled and walks on crutches, but one day Jenna accidentally pushes her and the reader almost falls into the pool and after fluff I know it’s stupid, but if you don’t want to, don’t write, it’s just my request, if you write, thank you so much! Best wishes!

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It was not a rare sighting whenever you would be the person to catch the sympathetic stares that people shot at you whenever you walked around just perfectly.

Well, perfectly fine with crutches.

It was like almost every single day that you walked, people would slightly move to the side and give you a small nod. Or maybe they would apologize a bit too much. You think it’s happened too many times for you to count anymore. 

Ever since you were little, your left foot was physically paralyzed. You couldn’t go anywhere without having people staring at you a bit too long for your comfort. You’ve just gotten used to it.

The worst part about it was not being able to kick your feet in the air happily whenever you read a rom com. God it stunk because you would smile widely and only your right foot would be swinging, which would cause you to accidentally knock something down on your bedside table.

With the sun of summer beginning to make its grand departure, Liz, one of your best friends, planned the whole day for you two to experience the “actual hot girl summer day.” 

The months before summer, every year you’d make a whole list, preferably 6 pages long of all the summer-y things you’d spend the summer doing. But every year you’d only cross out less than a fifth of your bucket list. 

You glide your sunscreen against your skin and to the slope of your nose and tuck your hair behind your ears while watching a show displayed on your laptop.

Once you’re finished, you slowly balance yourself on your crutches and make a call to Liz.

She picks up on the first ring as you squeak out a, “I’m ready!”

-

Liz 💐: i’m here under the tree 

You slowly crutch your way out of your house and to the spot Liz’s car was at. God, there was one time that you were walking to look for her and she jumped from the damn bushes, it made you scream so loudly and almost fall on your ass.

Of course you bring out your phone, zooming into her location from the Find My Iphone app, letting out a sigh of relief when you see that her phone was where she indicated. You stand still, elbowing your crutches before sliding your phone back in your pocket.

Your steps escalate a little quicker, your crutches picking up the pace as you glance at the bush you fell in almost 6 months ago. You hate that your driveway was always parked with random cars. Basically all your friends had to resort to another location. She was still pretty far, out of sight for now.

You bring out your phone when you feel it ring again, glancing down at what it said.

Liz 💐: you look like a monster on roblox that’s just bouncing in the same spot.

Okay, what? – You narrow your eyes, not understanding how she could’ve possibly seen-

Something emerges from the pushes as your friend pops out and screams, making you scream so loudly, then start cussing her out, threatening her with one of your crutches. How the hell did she manage to do it again?

“LIZ, I’M GOING TO FUCKING-”

-

Jenna was sitting against the chairs you would see at any community pool, reading her book about tips in life, sunglasses on.

Yes, it had taken you an hour later, with Liz having to frantically push you into her car and paying for the food you wanted, for you to be somewhat sane.

After a little bit of shopping and buying new books to make you relive a rom com story, Liz holds the door for you as you walk out to the pool. Jenna’s eyes raise to the noise, looking at the door and she swears you’re the most beautiful girl she’s ever seen. Her eyes would be cursed every time she closed her eyes, your face popping up every time she dreamt. It takes her a moment but she flares up in realization, because she’s seen you before! 

She met you once when she had bumped into you from one of the coffee shops. You both had talked for an hour straight. The freckled cheeked girl remembered how alive humanity felt for her the next couple of days because of that. You both were just talking about how the seasons were so intriguing. 

People being people made her feel good whenever she thought about life for the week following.

Her eyes trail over yours, then the pattern of your nose, the way the sun kisses your cheeks in just the right way. Your hair glows in the sun as soon as you step in the light, the breeze perfectly blowing against it. You were ethereal.

Wow, was all the brunette could think as she put down her book, losing all of her interest in it because you had taken all of it. That book was stinky dinky if it meant being able to say hi to you once again and somehow impress you. 

She got up and put the book into her bag, standing up and walking behind you. As she walked beside the pool, right in front of her, she took off her sunglasses. It would be awkward if you didn’t recognize her because she had them on. 

Once she took them off, she fiddled with the lens, her fingertips lightly brushing over it to get a speck of dust off.

Next thing she knew, her shoe had got caught against bumpy brick floors and she was falling face flat into you.

She squeals, trying to catch herself so she won’t fall straight against you, especially since you were unaware, your crutches holding you steady. 

You’re a bit too focused on your friend’s deep conversation to notice what was going on, until something slams right behind your back and straight up sends you flying into the pool with a scream.

“Oh my god!” Liz yells as you bend, crutches landing on the ground nicely. Unfortunately, it was the opposite case for you as you splash into the water, the coldness making you yell. You couldn’t move. You can’t swim, how the hell does someone swim if one leg doesn’t work, you cry out for help, spluttering out water as your working leg flaps uselessly up and down the water. 

“Liz! I can’t-”

What the fuck had Jenna just done? Immediately she used the stairs right where you were and crawled down, the life guard was way too busy talking to someone to even notice the commotion. God she couldn’t let you drown-

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You were coughing, choking on water that did not feel good at all. Your chest felt tight and hurt like shit every time you breathed in deeply. Liz and the pretty girl you recognized from when you met her at the bookstore were yelling in your face, asking you questions that just sounded like gibberish.

“Are you bouquet?”

“Ho mice god!”

“How the bell bid chu mop sea urchin?”

What. The. Hell.

“I am so sorry!” The brunette says, wrapping you in a towel and setting your crutches to your sides. You were a little too busy admiring her freckles to be mad. “I just remembered you from the other day and wanted to say hi and I fucking tripped and-”

You blink, slapping your chest over and over again as you slowly grin, that probably looked a little foolish and silly. “ ‘Ts okay, it was an accident,” you mumble, voice a little croaky as the warmth from the sun soaks up your damp clothes.

It was definitely not okay to Jenna, she thinks you might have dived head first, because now you were looking at her and grinning. Shouldn’t you be upset? God you were all toothy and everything, oh god! Did she make you crack your brain?

She should not be thinking you looked like you just came out of a movie when she accidentally pushed you into the pool!

Jenna did not know what to do, just rubbing the towel that was marshmallowed over your body. Your friend looked like she was about to explode. 

-

Jenna, in fact, did make it up to you. Because an hour later three of you guys were getting Jamba Juice smoothies and tacos. 

“God, I swear I wasn’t trying to kill you,” She rambled, mouth a little full, you noticed the way that she always used her hands as an illustrator while talking. “I just wanted to see if it was you and ask how you were and-”

“Jenna, I swear it’s fine,” you brush off, sitting on the chair while Jenna was standing up, pacing back and forth. 

“It wouldn’t have been fine if you had died, Y/N!” Jenna and Liz speak at the same time, making you sip your smoothie. Seriously, you were fine. Your clothes were for the most part, dry, and it just was a struggle to take a deep breath at some moments.

“But.. If you want and are willing..” You trail off, squirming to grab your phone as you swipe it to your contacts and place it in Jenna’s hands with one of your eyebrows raised. 

“Deal!” She said, grinning as she booped her fingers into your phone.

It was a little late at night when you crawled into bed, your right foot taking lead as you hide under the covers. You and Jenna had texted for a while, and you just got another message.

Yay! You just got a Jamba Juice gift card from your friend, Jenna!

jenna the head cracker: juice

You almost cackle, immediately scrolling through gift cards and tapping on one that was just right.

Hooray! You just sent your friend Jenna the Head Cracker a non-trip shoe deal!

you: shoes

[drdemonprince]

This is random stuff that keeps me up at night. I’ve heard you talk of fatphobia and that movement is finally gaining some spotlight. I think what’s less talked about and acknowledged is how being ugly by conventional standards really gets you taken down many pegs from a young age. If you’re fat and ugly your standing is even lower. As a fat, ugly, queer, black person my standing is pretty much gutter level. Looks are used as leverage in so many areas of life and society that if you’re attractive (and thin) these wouldn’t even be on the radar. I’ve been following a while so I know you’ve spoken of knowing you were attractive pre transition and you’re hot post transition so I’m not sure this hits anywhere on a personal level. But I think about this a lot, not in like an egocentric, woe is me type way, but I see how I am treated and how others are treated and respect that is afforded to people purely on looks. We’re all basically talking meat suits, but the first thing that will be judged is how attractive we are and life is so much more difficult if we make grade. Across all races and genders and sexualities this is true. And I’m not sure anything will ever change about that?

No you are absolutely right to say it, and it's true. Most human beings operate out of their immediate emotional reactions to things around them, no matter how much they try to dress it up in intellectual justifications, and one significant factor in determining how they treat a person is whether they find that person appealing to look at. How we are embodied and look determines so much about whether people trust us, approach us, grant us space, or give our concerns attention. And I do think it has been & will be very difficult to change this as any kind of political movement. Most humans are not remotely objective actors who set aside their biases, nor are most of us truly motivated to do so. This haunts me about all manner of political organizing challenges, but it's an especially pernicious one here. Even people with a supposedly liberatory politics resort to cheap insults based on appearance and glorifying their own attractiveness all the time. It really goes to show how much of human behavior is ultimately driven by the desire to enshrine one's own social status. Which makes sense, but it is not good.

[bbina]

you haven't slept a wink since you've read the notification on your twitter account that chenle, your boss zhong chenle, the one and only chenle that you work for, has quote retweeted your tweet where you called him hot and that he replied saying that you should be more professional on the job

it didn't even fully register that he even had a twitter account to begin with

but the more you stare at the godforsaken tweet, the more you click on his account hoping its some fluke or some random twitter account pretending to be him but no. his account is verified so of course it had to be him

why would you tweet something that you ask yourself? you thought you were on your private twitter account. in your defense, you were tired from the day before after being out and about for the whole day. the last thing you wanted was to let your exhaustion to take over your senses and believe that your boss was actually kind of good looking if he wasn't such a menace most of the time

but here we are

its the day after and the sun is up. kun had just texted the groupchat that you should head downstairs to the hotel's breakfast buffet

you wanted to ditch. you thought of all possible lies that you could come up with in such short amount of time such as sudden food poisoning or that you weren't hungry just yet, literally any excuse not to see your boss up close face to face, not even 24 hours later after your public declaration of your boss' looks but given that you were kind of your boss' responsibility at the moment and anything that could potentially happen to you during this vacation would be entirely on him and you didn't want to make things worse than it already was

maybe that's another excuse for another time

so what do you do? you swallow your pride and any remaining form of dignity you had left and showed up to the breakfast buffet downstairs with your head held up high

maybe it was just a fluke or a fake account that has too much time in their hands that they resorted into pretending and impersonating him on twitter. maybe you did just hallucinate the entire interaction last night. maybe, just maybe—

"good morning, y/n" chenle greets upon your arrival. he's seated at a booth in the dining area, snug against the velvet cushions like he owned the place. his sunglasses still glued to his face, "i hope you continue to act professional today onwards" he smiles

oh you are so fucked.

before you can protest to defend yourself, kun pops up from behind

"morning everyone" he greets, yawning as he plops down next to chenle. he then notices the slight tension between the two of you with the way chenle has been smiling deviously at you like he has something against you while you were standing before them with your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water

what happened before he arrived?

"what's the matter?" kun asks, clearly confused

"nothing!" you say defensively. your hand flies to your mouth at the abruptness. you immediately bow and spit out apologies to kun

chenle bites back a laugh. he nudges kun with his elbow before he props himself on the table, looking at you like you're his prey

"it's nothing serious, kun-ge. i just appreciated the compliment y/n gave me"

kun looks between you and chenle again, still confused as ever but in the end he drops it

"i don't even want to know. so, who's gonna take the first bite?" kun nods his head towards the endless array of food displayed around the room

chenle happily slides out of the booth as he makes his way towards where the plates were at. not before he gives you a sickening smile that basically screams "this is far from over"

you can only watch him in pure disbelief that this will be your new life at this point. a life wherein your boss knows that you may or may not find him attractive

kun, being the ever so nice guy. he pats your shoulder as he urges you to come with him to the plate section

"don't get all shy with us now. you're now part of the team so ease up those tense shoulders" kun chirps, handing you a plate

".. thanks sir kun"

in this very moment, you wished you were kun's personal assistant instead

BUSINESS PROPOSAL ᝰ.ᐟ . . . PROFESSIONAL

✎ . . . things aren't going as planned the way you thought it was going to be. especially the part where you find yourself falling in love with your own boss– which was definitely not part of the agreed proposal.

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[mrrharper]

The Bro Zone Resort

Mike entered the resort’s reception area and looked around. It was early in the day so there weren’t that many people around. He walked up to the desk.

“Good morning, sir. How can I help you?” A large and muscular man, wearing a tank top with the resort’s logo proudly displayed on his chest, was standing on the other side of the desk and looking at Mike with a slight grin.

“Uhm, hi.” He slowly responded, not used to such a brawny dude talking to him. “I… I have a reservation under the name Mike Crawford for uhhh… the “Bro Tropical” package, I think.” The man behind the desk smiled and nodded, then typed something into his computer while Mike’s eyes wandered towards his broad chest. Then he finally noticed the name written on the tank top, above the left pectoral. Brock. A name very fitting the man, Mike thought.

“Okay, I have everything he need.” Brock spoke, throwing Mike out of his line of thought.

“Uhm, sorry what?” He put on a sheepish grin and Brock chuckled. 

“I have everything ready for you, Mike.” A brochure and a room card were put on the counter by Brock. “You’ll spend your week at the Bro Zone in Room 37F, and your resident for the length of your stay will be Cross, one of our best.” Mike thanked Brock, took all that was given to him and walked up to the elevator. He quickly got up to the third floor and started walking along the corridor, looking for his room. Fortunately, it wasn’t far from the elevator shaft and he unlocked the door with the card he got at the reception desk.

The first thing that hit him was the smell. The entire room reeked of sweat, cheep cologne and a few other things Mike could not name. As he got his bag into the room and closed the door behind him, he looked around and saw an absolute mess. Used jockstraps, shorts and tank tops were hanging from every piece of furniture. Dumbbells were scattered on the floor and every flat surface was covered by cans of coke and protein shake bottles. Mike closed his eyes and let the horrible smell fill his nostrils. God, he was in heaven, he thought.

Suddenly he heard some sounds coming from the bathroom and the door to it opened, revealing the main attraction of Mike’s stay at The Bro Zone. In front of him stood a 6’3 brute, every part of his body thick with muscles, with a few tattoos, a tank top clearly too small to cover all of this bulk, and sweaty gym shorts. Cross looked at Mike, scratched at his crotch and nodded.

“Sup, brah? You Mike?”

“Uhm, yeah.” He nodded awkwardly. Cross shrugged and walked around Mike, then settled on the couch and grabbed one of the half-empty protein shakers on the table next to him.

“Yer bedroom’s on the right” The gym bro moved his hand around, showing Mike what was where in their apartment. “There’s the bathroom, there’s the kitchen, there’s the entrance to the terrace with the pool.”

“Thanks” Mike smiled and walked towards his bedroom.

“Whatever, bro” He heard a grumbled response behind his back.

Mike went into his room and quickly unpacked. The sweaty stench was still very much there, but at least there was no random shit on the floor. As he sat down on the bed and took a deep breath, he smiled. He already knew he was gonna enjoy his stay at the resort.

Then he took out the brochure he got form Brock after coming in and flipped through the pages until he found the only actually important thing - the command that would allow him to control Cross. There were limitations to this of course, the gym bro wouldn’t do anything that would go against his core traits that Mike chose while booking his stay. But it was still a powerful weapon.

With the command memorized, Mike quickly changed into his swimming shorts, his hard on already visible, and left his room. He went back to the main area of the apartment and looked at Cross, who was watching something on TV, his sweaty armpits exposed for Mike to see.

“Bro code.” Mike said with an assertive tone. Cross turned towards him. He still had that arrogant expression on his face, but he was clearly listening. “Go get changed, we’re going swimming.”

“Sure bruh, whatever ya say dude.” The bro shrugged and stood up, then went outside. Mike had a giant grin on his face, he was so excited. 

When he went outside onto the terrace a minute later he saw Cross on the edge of the pool, wearing only a pair of briefs and sunglasses, his hunky body - and his hefty package - almost completely exposed. Mike slowly licked his lips and took a step forward.

[ilythena]

𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘 || 𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒

★SUM after spending a night in a small island, luke keeps seeing you everywhere he goes.

SMUT! Fem!reader, let’s just pretend alcohol is free for them, reader is not a human, oral (?), p in v, obsession, praise, Luke is a pussydrunk FOOL, definitely submissive Luke over here guys, one night stand turned spooky….readers a succubus? Idk guys I just like writing smut… this will probs have a part 2

♪ CANDY - DOJA CAT

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Jack sighs as the flight attendant announces that they would unfortunately have to stay a night in this random island after the plane had difficulties.

The plan was simple, get on the plane to Australia, stay there for a few days, and then fly back to New Jersey. But like his life, things were never easy for him.

Luke groans in annoyance as the flight attendant looks at him with guilt on their face even though everyone knew it technically wasn’t their fault, and set them up for three different hotel rooms a few minutes away from the airport they had to emergency land in

“Well, at least they weren’t shitty enough to just leave us without rooms and put us somewhere” Nico says and the two brothers huff in dissatisfaction

“Come on! Cheer up! Like, let’s go out to a club! They gotta have one somewhere on this island.” He says and while everyone’s not pleased at their situation, they begrudgingly agree to his plan.

After a while and everyone’s settled, they google a club, look at the reviews, and luckily it was in walking distance so they wouldn’t have to pay for anything.

They get in there and the place is full of tourist and some locals scattered around the place, and it was actually kind of fun. Everyone was letting loose of the tense atmosphere they had earlier.

“Hey, I’m gonna go search for the bathroom! I’ll be back!” Jack shouts to Luke over the music and Luke nods his head in agreement. As jack’s seat next to Luke suddenly becomes empty, it quickly becomes occupied again as you slip into the seat

Well, more like your friend pushed you there after you’ve been eyeing the curly head the second he stepped into the resort you were staying in, but same thing.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, didn’t mean to bump into you like that.” You say and straighten up his sleeve before he could do it himself. “…it’s fine. You’re fine.” He says and he could feel his breath suddenly getting caught in his throat at the sight of you next to him.

Your eyes capture him in a way he can’t escape, shining and glimmering under the clubs lights and he’s stuck, trying to tear his eyes away from yours and despite how hard he tries it’s impossible.

“You from here?” You say, moving your tone to a more flirtatious one as he shakes his head no. “You look a little overwhelmed…why don’t we step outside for a minute? Get you some air…” you whisper into his ear, pulling him close to you by his collar and Luke’s mouth is moving quicker than his mind as he chokes out a yes.

Before he realized it, you two were outside on the beach right next to the club, the waves crashing down onto the shore and the dress you’re wearing is slipping down your shoulders that Luke can’t tear his eyes off of.

“I never got your name? And honestly you didn’t get mine either.” You giggle and that’s what brings him down from his cloud of ecstasy, suddenly flustered that he’s out with a stranger. What about Jack? What if him and Nico are looking for him?

“U-um, my names Luke, I’m sorry, I don’t think I should be out here-“ he says and you silence him with a toothy grin that has his heart hammering against his chest

“Y/n. What’s stopping you? Got a lady back home?” You say, bringing your hands up to rub his chest and he fucking melts, you could tell he’s an awkward one, but that’s how you like them.

“N-no…..forget I said anything” he mumbles and despite the faint background music from the club, you could still hear him due to your proximity.

Looking into your eyes again, Luke can feel himself slipping into a foggy mindset. It’s like he can’t control himself despite not even knowing who you are.

A Deep feeling of anxiety swirls in his stomach, but lust quickly takes over him as he feels your lips press into his. Your teeth slightly biting into his lower lip makes his mouth drop open and you take that chance to shove your tongue into his mouth.

He moves his hands down to your waist and whines into the kiss as you reach your hands up to tug at his hair, the two of you kissing in the middle of the beach as if there wasn’t anyone else in the world.

Your plan was almost ripped away from you when you part away from him for air, and he gets a text as soon as you take your first breath away from Luke.

Jack 🏒

Didn’t think you were that type of person lukey 👀

Be safe!

You quickly shove his phone back down away from his eyesight so you can ensure that you can get Luke in your hands for good.

“Don’t worry about it, whatever it is.” You say grabbing him by his chin and redirecting his vision towards you. “Take me to your hotel? I’ll show you how we do it over here” you whisper and he takes you by surprise when he drags you towards the place.

You two messily stumble into his room and you don’t hesitate to get your mouth on his again, reaching for the bottom of his shirt and moving it upwards to rub his stomach and fidget with his belt at the same time.

You shove him down onto the bed and his face is astonishingly red, the bulge in his shorts making them unbearably tight.

He moves your hands out the way to take his belt off and you stop him, “you’re not gonna ask me? And here I am thinking you’d be obedient.” You tsk and he hesitates “what do you want me to do?” He whispers and you don’t skip a beat telling him to beg for it.

Attaching your lips to his neck, he lets out a small moan he was desperately trying to hold back and lets out a quiet please. “Please what? Ask me properly.” You demand and he shakily obeys “please, please take my shorts off.” He says and you finally shake them down his ankles to which he very swiftly kicked off.

“Good, knew you could do it for me.” you purr out and he huffs as you start to palm him through his boxers “please take those off too” he groans out, with a giggle you gently take his cock out and a hiss is heard through the room as the cool air hits his tip. Not wanting to keep him waiting, you pump him and small puffs of air escape his lips before you spit down on it to give him more lubrication

“Fuck, I’ve never- never been this fucking hard from a handjob before.” He moans out, another smiling snicker along with a kiss below his ear has him crumbling completely.

“C-can I mention how this isn’t fucking fair at all? I have my whole dick out and you’re fully clothed. Not really equal over here” he whines and you hum. “Want me to take my tits out?” “Dear god please do. Wanna see them so bad.” He breathes out and flinches when you swat his hand away when he tries to reach for your chest

“No touching.” You state and he grins, “really? Not gonna let me touch your chest, but you’re jerking me off- oh” he cuts himself off when you run your thumb over his tip as a gentle reminder that you expect to take control here.

“You have an attitude on you. I’m gonna take that away, but for now I guess I’ll give you what you want…” you say as you slowly move your dress down your shoulders to reveal yourself to him. You roll your nipple between the fingers of your free hand and he swears he can feel himself about to drool.

“Fuck, please? Can I at least put my mouth on them? You’re gonna kill me.” He grumbles out and you play pity on him, sliding your dress off and straddling him so you can push your panties to the side and rub himself between your folds.

“Since you asked so nicely, I’ll let you.” You state and he immediately latches onto your left boob, groaning in both disappointment and excitement when he feels your hand move him near your entrance

You can feel the vibrations of his muffled gasps when you rub his tip against your clit, anticipation biting Luke in his gut waiting for you to finally put him inside.

“Mmm, it’s so close, would be so easy to-“ “you’re getting bratty. Keep it up and I won’t hesitate to hold off your orgasm tonight.” You bark out, interrupting him. “Fuck, ‘m sorry” he mumbles, wiping the drool off his mouth and leaning back

“Oh fuck” he suddenly whimpers out when you finally have enough and slip him inside of you. When he reaches for you for a second time you have enough and pin his hands to his bed.

“Gonna pin me to the bed? H-oh god” he cuts himself off and you smile in satisfaction, knowing that he’s giving up that ‘wanna be dominant’ attitude.

The room is full of you two, the sounds of you bouncing on him and Luke’s whimpering along with your gasps

“Please let me touch you, I’m gonna fucking lose it over here. Please, please.” He begs and you coo down at him. His face red, eyes hooded, and begging for the most simple thing.

“Sure, baby. See? I’ll give you what you need, as long as you ask me nicely.” You let his wrist go and he immediately grabs handfuls of your ass, moaning when he’s able to feel your soft skin under his fingers

“I’m close.” He whines out and you look at him with confusion “already? We just started baby…..if you cum, how am I gonna get off?” You mock him and all of a sudden he feels this wave of embarrassment hit him, tossing his head back with a groan.

“I don’t know what you’re doing to me. I’ve never- fuck- never been like this before for anyone.” You bite down behind his ear and he shudders “mmm… maybe I’m just different. All I know is that you shouldn’t cum yet.” You whisper and he shakes “can’t. I can’t hold it. You’re too fucking good.”

“Hold it.” You demand, and go right back to attacking his neck. “I’m trying. I’m trying.” He cries out, repeating himself. A small part of you wonders if he’s trying to convince you or himself, and right when he’s about to break, you let go of your pending orgasm and give in.

“Cum for me, Luke.” You rasp out, and he’s a mess as he comes undone under you. Shaking and eyes rolling into the back in his head, you get that feeling of accomplishment take over you as you orgasm. This is what you came here for.

Helping him ride out his orgasm, you gently grind yourself on him, watching him slowly come down from his high.

Everything for Luke after that is a blur. All he can remember was you cleaning him up and basically tucking him into bed before he knocked out.

The morning after, Luke woke up to Jack blowing his phone up, asking him where he was.

He frantically got up and got dressed, rushed to the airport, and met up with the other two boys. “Luke! Where were you at, man?” Nico asks and Jack smirks, looking at his younger brother.

“Lukey here had quite an eventful night if I say.” Luke can feel his face heating up at jacks words and brushes him off. “Whatever, man. Let’s just get on the plane?” He says and he was the first person to sit down and plug his headphones in as soon as he sat down, waiting for the flight attendant to give him the green light to board the plane.

As Nico goes over the plans for the trip when they land, Luke glances over to Jack and almost has a heart attack when he sees you sitting at the bar across the area from them. He sits up abruptly and when he glances at Nico for a second when his captain asks him what’s wrong and then looks back to where you were, you aren’t there anymore.

“…..Luke?” Jack repeats, concern spreading on his face as he waves his hand infront of Luke’s face. With his mouth parted and stuttering, he eventually says never mind and sinks back into his chair, gaining confused looks from both men next to him but slowly moving back into their previous conversation.

Sneakily glancing back to your spot, you still aren’t there, and he begins to wonder if his mind was playing tricks on him, but he can’t shake off the feeling that he was right.

Eventually he boards the plane and flies to Australia like it was meant to do, and Luke takes a nap. The rest of the flight is smooth, nice and quiet like he wanted it to be. He couldn’t stop thinking of you. What you two did last night, and if you were really there in the airport with him.

He wakes up when the plane lands, collecting his stuff and joking with Jack and Nico, he freezes when he leaves the plane and sees you again across the room talking to another girl.

He stands there for a solid second, staring holes into your back like if he looks away you’ll disappear. Jack bumps into him from behind due to the sudden stop and when Luke slightly lunges forward and his eyes snap off you for a second, you weren’t there anymore.

“Luke, are you okay? You’ve been acting weird since this morning.” Jack says, gently rubbing his shoulder after running into Luke and all of a sudden Luke can feel anxiety bubbling in his chest. “Yeah. I’m fine.” He states quickly, trying to return back to normal when Jack and Nico look at each other, both equally aware that something’s going on.

What they don’t know can’t hurt them.

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I FUCKING HATE THE WAY I ENDED THIS but I wanna post for my pookies

[violetjedisylveon]

Dad Macaque AU, some demons find single parents to be attractive (because competent single parents, are considered strong), so Wukong's enemies often flirt with Macaque...

Demon Bull King + Yellow Tusk DON'T do this...

Fake Mayor + A Random Spider Minion + Azure Lion + Peng + Nine-Headed Demon do flirt with Macaque...

Wukong + MK + Bai He: Oh, hell no! 😠

Macaque: (Resisting urge to destroy all the flirters...) 😡

Single parent Macaque: *exists, tiredly* Any demon: now that's a dilf! 😍

He truly gets no rest.

This is so funny, if you can't beat Wukong, try taking his ex mate who's proven himself to be an excellent father! Plus you get a kid out of the deal too!

Macaque has an even less fun time with LBD now because the thrall of the demon possessing his kid is flirting with him. Similar situation for the spider demon, he's not into dating he just wants to raise his kid, is that too much to ask?

Luckily most don't think they have a chance at flirting with him with Wukong around.

Then Azure pulls up and sucks Wukong into the scroll. Word spread quickly.

Macaque takes refuge from the people trying to flirt/courtnap him on FFM, where he thinks he's finally safe.

Azure's still there, and he takes the opportunity of Wukong being gone to give Macaque the offer to join him. As a sworn brother or partner he doesn't say.

Macaque doesn't know he's got MK and the rest (including Bai He) and he's just so confused, this day has been so weird. He throws a banana at Azure and tells him to come back later.

He thinks it's weird cause Azure's attention has always been on Wukong, right? Right?!

Nope. Azure saw Macaque with the monkey cubs on FFM way back when and it unlocked something in him. He has a thing for both of them at one point, but his attention transitioned to Macaque after the rebellion.

He knew he never had a chance with Macaque before because of Wukong, but they aren't together anymore, and Macaque's a single parent now... Azure belongs in horny jail.

Tang sees some stuff in the past. First thing he does out of the scroll is bonk Azure on the head.

Azure's got more reason to keep Wukong in the scroll now, nobody is going to stand in his way now. Peng agrees.

Yellow Tusk is regretting his life choices.

Everyone is grossed out by that encounter.

Azure, and Peng, think they need to have beaten heaven to win over Macaque so they don't approach him again until after that's done.

As for Macaque, he's extremely confused when MK tells him they both have the hots for him. He doesn't get it, truly, he knows that single parents are attractive to demons, but not this level. It can't be him, hobo theater dad that he is.

Azure flirts with Macaque right after his dramatic entrance on FFM, and gets decked in the face for it.

Macaque, Mei and Bai He's fight with Peng is mostly Peng flirting with him. Bai He is in a biting mood.

And then when the Snake Boi flirts with him and well, you know does this

Macaque is flipping sick of everyone flirting with him. He needs a way to get these people off his ass that isn't Wukong cause he ain't ready for that yet.

Bai He has a solution!

She calls up her auntie Iron Fan and asks if she can talk to her "cousin with the dog" over very serious matters at dinner at her place.

Cue a very confused Erlang Shen having dinner with the DBK fam and a little human(?) girl who is talking like she's trying to make a build deal.

Bai He: Mr. Erlang, I didn't want to resort to this but I need you to fake date my baba. Erlang: *confused but playing along, he thinks it's a game* uh... who's your dad? Bai He: the Six Eared Macaque! Erlang: Wukong's mate?!? o_0 Bai He & DBK fam: ex-mate! Erlang: ... why? Bai He: everyone is in horny jail for my Baba and I hate it! They keep attacking us and trying to touch him! 😡 Erlang: .... Erlang: aight I got nothing better to do Bai He: yay! But don't fall in love with him! This is fake dating! I don't want another dad! Erlang doesn't-touch-romance-with-a-ten-foot-poll Shen: that won't be a problem.

I just thought it would be funny if Bai He got someone to pretend to be Macaque's boyfriend to get everyone off him and it'd be funnier if it was Erlang since the guy's not doing anything in canon.

Macaque is on board cause he needs a break from the crazy horny people.

Wukong isn't pleased with it that's for sure. Macaque finds it fun that he's so jealous.

Thanks for asking!

[transkeiichi]

Flash flood destroyed my house

I hate asking for donations, and i hate giving away my personal info online, but I don't have another option.

Hurricane Helene caused a flashflood that hit my house while I was all alone, and my dad had to fight water to get into it with me and help rescue our animals. Unfortunately once he got in, the water kept rising and we were totally trapped for five full hours.

Thankfully, my dad took a lot of wild videos of flooding and one has gone viral which is giving our name a lot of support towards our fundraising. I want to ask if anyone here can please help us by donating anything and/or sharing the link.

there are more videos and updates on my insta: hikkikoumori

Pictures + my dads video under the cut:

Note: before anyone says anything I keep seeing on facebook - we were NOT evacuated. this all happened in the span of less than an hour and i was asleep. the attic was an absolute last resort for if the water got too high to stand in.

my instagram has a couple videos taken during the flood + a walkthrough of our house now. In the video you will notice many things look untouched, but it is the structure that is most concerning because this is the second flood it has survived, the first being in 1998.

donations will go towards renovations to get it livable again.

also, these are just random pictures, the video captures a more intense moment these are from when things were slowing down