#thank you for the ask!!! loved this kinda wanna continue RIP

[changetyre]

Heyyyy I just read something with Lando and he says “I wasn’t asking” and I’m going to need moreeee please & thank you 😍

F*ck you!!! || Lando Norris x Reader ⒽⓌ

SUMMARY: You absolutely despise the way Lando can having you screaming in anger and then pleasure in a matter of seconds…right? Part 1 Here

WARNINGS: **18+**, hate sex

A/N: I love me some hate sex, denying your feelings kinda fics

It was the worse feeling in the world, no doubt. Your first victory was right there, your hands ready to grasp it you could touch it with the tip of your fingers only for it to be ripped away from you.

The race had gone perfectly, exactly as you’d planned both you and your team had done an excellent job in what was undeniably one if the not the best race of your career, making your way up from P12 after a bad qualifying.

No further action

You read and re read the text ready to waltz into that damned stewards office and give them a piece of mind right before lighting the damn building on fire. That’s the amount of rage you felt right now.

Some part of you was absolutely ready to spend the rest of your life behind bars if it weren’t for that idiot of a man you so very much loved to fuck showed up in your drivers room.

“What the fuck do you want?” You scoffed, right about ready to slap him too.

He’d been the cause of it, happily taking the victory for himself without a care that he’d cost you your race and first and well deserved victory completely.

“I came to apologize.” Lando spoke, a smirk on his face that you wanted to wipe off but a fucked up part of you still enjoyed.

“Fuck off.” You shoved him out of the way as you continued grabbing your things scattered around the room to pack them.

“I am really sorry.” Lando repeated.

“Right you really did look sorry when you were happily spraying champagne up on the podium posing for any camera that pointed your way.” You bit back.

“Let me make it up to you then.” Lando grabbed your waist stoping you from moving around the room.

“Don’t touch me.” Lando almost believed you meant it if it weren’t for the fact you made no attempt whatsoever to get his hands off you.

“Wanna touch me instead baby?” That stupid confident smirk appeared on his face again.

“Fuck you!” You huffed angrily looking up at him.

“I bet you do.” Lando laughed before pushing his lip on yours.

You moaned in annoyance but once again didn’t try hard to push him away. Lando basked in the way you accepted it and tried fighting for dominance with your lips which only for today he’d be okay with giving you.

“I hate you.” You whispered as you yanked Lando’s hair back allowing you to trail your lips down his neck.

“I bet you do baby.” Lando only spurred you on as he felt you leaving marks across his skin.

“I do…so fucking much.” You almost moaned the words this time as you ripped Lando’s shirt off him letting your lips continue their journey downwards before yanking his pants down too.

“Show me how much darling.” Lando knew he had to be quiet, despite the fact that your little adventures weren’t secret to many anymore being victims of your loud ventures around the paddock after a day like today it didn’t seem wise to give people more to talk about.

You didn’t feel like prepping him, you quite frankly didn’t care for anything other than taking out your frustration on him, to make him whine and ache at your hands.

So as you began harshly sucking on his length you basked in the way his knees buckled from under him forcing him to find the nearest support to keep himself upright.

He tried to sit down but you were quick to deny him that luxury.

“You sit down and I’ll stop.” You threatened and you reveled in the way he obeyed, straightening up and his eyes begging for more.

Your own cheeks hurt with how hard you sucked him and you knew he wouldn’t last long, and you watched for the tell tale signs carefully.

“Sh*t that’s so good baby.” Lando panted as he gathered your hair in a ponytail.

His head fell back in pleasure, as he tried his hardest to contain the loud moans that wanted to escape his lips.

“I’m almost there…keep going…ah…ugh!” Lando’s groans got louder.

Just as he was about to release you stopped.

“WHAT THE-“ Lando absolutely hated the feeling, the ache that settled in his core with his pleasure being ripped away right at the last second.

“Feels shit doesn’t it.” You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

“You little-“ Lando hated the fact that he for 1 second believed you’d make him feel good and forget about today.

“Have fun taking care of that.” You poked Lando’s rock-hard dick before getting up, grabbing your bags and leaving him.

[oopsdevil]

COD + Tropes

which trope do they fall into when it comes to you.

SIMON GHOST RILEY + FWB TO LOVERS

i have said it before but simon really struggles when it comes to relationships.

he insisted that this was a casual thing but soon realized that's not true. from the way his heart beats faster when you rarely cuddle, to his trouble sleeping wondering if maybe you were with some other bloke. his insecurities got the best of him and he would end up saying something mean out of jealousy. when he saw you took offense to it he decided in four seconds that he was not gonna lose you. he confessed his feelings (in a sentence or two) and since then he has no problem with everyone knowing you are his.

KYLE GAZ GARRICK + THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY

kyle was always a romantic. outspoken, proud romantic. you guys probably met in high school and just fell in love. you both knew you were it for each other but everyone kept insisting it was just a first love kind of thing. it was not.

circumstances brought kyle into the army and leaving you was the hardest of it all. you both also decided staying together was just gonna be painful so you broke up.

a couple years later kyle came home and got his life together as an adult. after seeing the reality of bills, rent, taxes and just life, he realized maybe he doesn't wanna do it at all without you. a call and a few tears is all it took for admitting you are still each others soulmates.

JOHN SOAP MACTAVISH + FAKE DATING

look at me in the eyes and tell me this is not HIS trope. it was simply meant to be. maybe he saw you in a bar and some guy was being too insisting for his liking, maybe johnny got sick of his family asking about a future wedding or maybe gaz told you guys you couldn't pull it off and you took the bet. doesn't matter, but it happened.

after months of intense eye contact across the room, flushed faces when realizing you were holding hands but there was no one around and holding you by your hips for group pictures, johnny felt his stomach turn when you mentioned something about going on a date with some other soldier for real.

next thing you knew he was kissing you against a bathroom door. really kissing you, not like those pecks for the public that always left you wanting more. in breathless sentences you both decided to be together like you always wanted (probably in a quick to be continued kinda way so you could keep kissing)

KÖNIG + SLOW BURN

it took him years. years.

from the moment he saw you in base he was thankful his hood could hide his red face when he developed a crush in about 15 seconds. he was also very surprised when you just talked to him.

könig kept you as a friend for years and himself busy with missions, it wasn't until you were thinking about transferring when he decided you wouldn't do it. you can't just go, right?

the only condition to staying was a very long conversation with him, where you admitted being in love with him for the longest time, and thinking maybe he felt the same way. but after that many years you needed to have him now, or just try to move on.

i don't think könig ever felt that relived. he mumbled something in german, suddenly ripping his hood off and kinda tackled you to the bed in a hug. you laughed and decided yeah, this is gonna work.

JOHN PRICE + FORCED PROXIMITY/ SECRET RELATIONSHIP

having a new secretary in his office was the last thing john needed.

he was sure it was about the fact that it was someone new in his personal space, someone who knew nothing about his routine.

it obviously had nothing to do with the fact that he looked at you longer than he looked at papers. or about your accent being so distracting to him that you had to say most things twice.

being trapped in an elevator with him was the last thing you needed.

again, its about the fact that you have so many things to do for your impatient boss (not about his cologne being intoxicating and his shoulders looking a little too big right now)

neither of you knew how it happened, but it did. and you were sure he pressed you against every inch of the elevators walls while kissing you like a mad man.

the truth is everyone else on the team knew the reason why you drove each other crazy, and john was more than grateful when the person who opened the elevator doors and saw the state of you was simon.

after fixing your clothes and an awkward apologize to simon, you talked about it.

having a secret relationship with him didn't last long, this man likes to move fast. but after the elevator incident, you were more than okay with that.

[xanasaurusrex]

Helloooo could u please do Poseidon cabin next? My hc is that they can be either very chill like typical calm surf kids and super relaxed (like calm and relaxing waves” or unhinged af like chaotic, super fun in a bit of crazy way and overall more energetic and like yeah unhinged (like Percy). Lil obvs usually overall the same calm, go-with-the-flow kind of kids but also either very chill or very chaotic. Wanna know what u think tho… so yeah. Poseidon cabin if u can please?

⇢ ˗ˏˋ poseidon cabin headcanons ࿐ྂ

hi!! of course i can do poseidon cabin hcs! i honestly have a lot of ideas about poseidon kids. thank you so much for the request and i hope you like these!

i totally agree with you that there are two ways a poseidon kid can turn out

1) totally chaotic (percy)

2) totally chill surfer kid

there are a few people who are a mix of chaotic and surfer, which makes them actually really fun to surf with, but only perodically, because while surfing with them is fun it can also be kinda scary at times

continuing on with water sports

poseidon kids are naturally really good at any and all watersports

they can often be found as the captains of swim teams

and very good at waterskiing and waterboarding

a go-to job for a poseidon kid is lifeguard as well, obviously

poseidon kids also don't eat seafood

some people find this confusing and some people find this obvious, i personally think it's obvious

it's because they can understand what fish are saying, so they don't like eating them

if you ask them why that bothers them, they'll say "you know what people are saying, would you eat them?"

not the most sound logic, but they're not exactly known for that

all poseidon kids have natural beach waves

poseidon himself definitely has beachy wavy hair, and he definitely passes that onto his kids

just like hecate and athena pass on their eye color to their kids, poseidon passes on his hair

poseidon kids are hardly ever seen wearing shoes unless it's absolutely necessary

they just naturally feel more comfortable barefoot

(the darks are a-barking)

(BARK BARK BARK)

ignore me

they love spending time at the beach, obviously

little beach creatures always manage to find their way to them

like you'll look away from a poseidon kid at the beach for about two seconds, and look back, and they have a little crab in their hand

sometimes they can look a little crazy, because they'll start having conversations with these little creatures

another thing about the beach with poseidon kids:

yknow the thing where whenever you leave the beach, you have sand just everywhere

they don't

it's something to be genuinely envious of when it comes to poseidon kids

like, they'll shake out their towel and there will be no sand on it, and then it's just done

it's definitely magic, a gift from their godly father

poseidon kids also hate aquariums

most aquariums don't treat the fish like they need to be treated, so going to an aquarium is kind of traumatic for a poseidon kid, because they can understand what the fish are saying

a kind of universal traumatic event for any poseidon kid is going to an aquarium on a field trip in elementary school (not yet aware that they're the child of poseidon) and hearing the fishes beg for help to be liberated from the prison they were being kept in

and when they got to the touch tank, hearing the fish beg to not be touched, things like that

like any and all poseidon kids ran around ripping everyone's hands out of the water, begging them to stop touching the fishes because they didn't like it

needless to say they got picked up early that day

poseidon kids also tan really easily

like, they'll fully walk past a sunny window and get tan

like for the full summer season, they're tan

they also stay tan for a really long time, so they're honestly still tan into like spooky season

poseidon kids are also very good at throwing parties

it's their chaotic side

they know where and how to get the best decorations, where the best spot to set everything up is

(and where to get good alcohol without getting caught, but you didn't hear that from me)

poseidon kids are the definition of horse people

not all horse people are children of poseidon but all children of poseidon are horse people

not in a cringy way, either, they just connect with horses more than any other animal, which makes sense because they can hear them and can have real relationships and conversations with them

they do often look a little bit crazy if they're seen at the stables fully having a conversation with horses

if they return to the stable where their horse is kept after spending all summer at camp, they'll go around catching up with all the other horses

they're also naturally skilled at riding horses

like if i jumped on a horse right now, i would fall off and die because i've never done it before and horse riding is a skill (according to the sims 4)

poseidon kids could go literally their whole life without riding a horse, and then jump on one during a quest and ride perfectly

the favorite movie genre of poseidon kids is also westerns, because they generally have horses in those movies, and they can understand their neighs

they think it's hilarious when a horse makes fun of the actor in the movie but no one but them can tell because they can understand what they're saying and no one else can

they look like crazy people watching westerns

at the camp movie nights, whenever it's poseidon cabin's turn to pick the movie, they pick a western, and are laughing at the most inappropriate times in the movie, because the horse just neighed in the background and he was making fun of the actor guys! the horse thinks this makes as much sense as we do, trust me, he has a really good sense of humor

going back to the aquarium thing a little bit, poseidon kids are also not a huge fan of zoos

this is because they can understand zebras, and zoo animals are also not treated the best

sometimes they're treated better than aquarium animals, but poseidon kids are always hesitant to go to the zoo, or just any place where you go and look at animals of any kind for fun

they can't help but think how they would feel if they were in that position

so basically poseidon kids have the hugest hearts ever

and they're very brave as well

and basically the coolest ever

you should probably be friends with a poseidon kid... if you're not already

alright that's all for poseidon kids! this was super fun, i had a bunch of ideas for poseidon kids! i want to thank everyone again, for all the support i'm getting on these. i've decided to start writing for harry potter characters, because i'm binging those movies and have a bunch of ideas, so these might be coming out a little bit slower, but know that i'm working on them! if you've requested one and i haven't posted it yet, just know that it's in the works. thanks so much for all the support and requests, i love you all so much!! muah!

[wabatle]

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Siblings go from love to hate

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Synopsis: both of your relationships with your brothers get destroyed. what now?

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Warnings: reader gets implied thoughts of suicide/self-harm/self-hatred, lots of swearing

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Contains: fem!reader (use of sister), reader gets a partner without a specified gender

𓆩⚝𓆪 — A/N: anon i'm going to start calling you the itoshi brothers anon unless you come up with a label for yourself (which is okay). your brain>>>>>>

Ever since you were young, you had always had a close relationship with your brothers. Even since they were born, you knew they loved you.

“Rin…” Your little self gently pushes open the door.

“What is it, (name)?” He replied.

“I'm bored. Wanna play together?”

He blinked. “Sure. Come here.” He patted the ground next to him.

You never thought to treasure moments like these, as you never thought anything could happen to the three of you.

“Sae, Rin, you're so cool!” You exclaimed after seeing the two of them win another match.

Sae ruffled your hair. “Thanks, (name).”

“You're cool as well. You're really smart.” Rin told you.

Everything changed when Sae went to Spain.

It was no secret that things were different. You were missing a whole older brother.

As Sae was doing whatever it was he was doing in Spain, your bond with Rin just grew stronger.

“Good luck in Spain, Sae.” You told your brother. “Don't get a girlfriend and forget about me.” You hugged him.

“I won't.” He hugged you back. “Same thing goes for you, too. No getting a boyfriend. Ever.”

“I love you, Sae.”

“I love you too, my baby sister.”

You stepped back and held Rin’s hand. Saying goodbye had always been hard for you.

You watched the plane take off, and that was it. Your older brother was gone.

“So… what now?” You asked Rin nervously.

“I…I’m not sure.” He replied.

Four years later, you witnessed Rin get crushed by Sae. You saw all of it. It was horrible to watch. The bond the three of you had, ripped to shreds. You tried to catch Sae as he was leaving.

“Sae!”

He stopped and looked at you.

“U–um, welcome home…”

“Thanks.”

“A–about what happened just now—”

“Save it. I don't want to hear it. He's lukewarm and useless. That's all there is to it.”

“B–but—!”

“Enough. You're just as lukewarm as him. You'll never even be as good as Rin, let alone me. You're lukewarm and useless. I truly am disgusted to call a disgrace like you my younger sister.”

Tears ran down your face. Sae continued walking ignoring your tears. Only 5 years ago would he have dropped everything to make sure you were okay. Now, he doesn't even care.

You dropped to the ground, sobbing. You hated everything. You wondered why the world had decided to punish you in this way, and what you had done.

Slowly, you made your way back home. You went right to your room and locked yourself in. You began to question everything. If you really were useless, if you were good enough, if you were worthy of being alive.

You closed yourself off from everyone. You hardly talked to your friends at school, you blankly sat through conversations with your parents. But worst of all, you and Rin avoided each other.

There was… unsaid tension. Both of you had been hurt by Sae. Neither of you wanted to talk to each other. Rin was too busy thinking about what Sae said while you had convinced yourself that Rin was upset at you.

Rin caught you in the hall of your home one day.

“Hey.” He said, averting your gaze.

“Hi.” You said, also looking away.

“Why haven't you come out of your room? You haven't eaten, you haven't spoken to me, why? What happened?”

“I–I don't know,” You stuttered, “I just… kinda thought you were mad at me.”

“I'm not.”

“Are you sure? You seem kinda irritated…”

“No, I'm fine.” His tone was more hostile.

“Um… okay.” You were surprised by his hostility. He usually was never this cold to you. “I'm just gonna go, then.”

“We're not done talking.” He grabbed your wrist.

“Rin—”

“Stop running from me—”

“Can I just go to the bathroom? Please?”

He let go. “Oh. Fine. Sorry.”

You locked yourself in the bathroom for a while, each time hesitating to come out in case Rin was waiting for you.

Finally, you came out, and to your relief, Rin was nowhere to be found.

You made your way straight to your room, skipping dinner once again that night.

You heard a knock on your door. “(Name)?” You heard Rin's voice. “Can I come in? I brought you dinner.”

Reluctantly and nervously, you got up and opened the door. “I'm not hungry.”

“Like hell you aren't. You haven't eaten all day.”

And, like a perfectly timed reason to prove the universe hated you, your stomach rumbled.

“That's what I thought.” Rin said, walking in and setting the plate down on your desk.

After a moment of very awkward silence, Rin spoke, “Did… Did Sae say anything to you?”

“Um, no.” You lied.

“Oh. Well, he said something to me.”

“...Oh?” You replied with feigned curiosity.

“He said that… No, it's nothing. But what he said made me realize something.”

You could tell where this was going immediately.

“You're gonna tell me that you hate me, huh? You're gonna tell me that you're disgusted to call a leech like me your sister, aren't you?”

“What? No—”

“Get out of my room, Rin. I don't want to talk to you.”

“Fine. Eat.” Rin got up and left, leaving you to cry on your own.

The next day, Rin approached you after school.

“You're skipping practice—” Rin cut you off.

“I was thinking about what you said last night. And you know what? You're right. I do hate you.”

You stared at Rin, eyes widening in fear.

“You're useless. You don't add anything to this family and instead drag us down. You'll never be successful, you'll never make any achievements, nothing. You have no talent.”

“R–Rin—”

“And you were right. I'm disgusted to call you my younger sister. Don't talk to me until you've done something with your worthless life.” He waved you off and left for practice.

You were horrified. Your self-deprecation just got worse from here, causing you to fall into a spiraling depression.

When Rin left for Blue Lock, you were more than relieved. You slowly started to feel safe at home again, but your parents, now with only one child at home, took every chance they could to bother you.

Now, you're twenty two. You moved out to University and you found a partner. Not just a romantic partner, a marital partner. You were so excited to change your last name and leave your Itoshi past behind you.

That was, until one fateful day, your older brother showed up on your doorstep. Sae.

“What are you doing here?” You snarled.

“I came to see you. And how you were doing.”

“I'm doing fine, thanks for asking.” You said with a forced smile. “Much better than I was seven years ago.”

“(Name), listen—”

“No. I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear some half-baked apology from someone who basically told me I didn’t deserve to be alive. I will never forgive you, and I should be the one ashamed to have such an asshole for a brother. Get out of my house, Sae.”

“I’ll be waiting here until you’re ready to forgive me. I’m aware that what I said was not only horrible, but also straight up false. I love you, you’ll always be my little sister. But I understand if you want to cut contact with me.”

Your expressions softened into a surprised one. “Sae… I hope you know it would take me a really long time to forgive you. You said some really shitty stuff that day.”

“I know. But I can wait.”

“I think it’s best if you just leave.” You said, averting his gaze.

“Okay. Um, I got a new number, so if you want it, let me know.”

You nodded, and Sae walked away. You sat down and put your head in your hands. Just five more days. Then you’ll finally no longer be an Itoshi.

Unfortunately, those five days were nothing short of chaotic. Especially because Rin showed up at your door two days later.

There was only one way you thought Rin could’ve found out about your engagement and your new address.

Sae.

He must’ve noticed the ring on your finger and told Rin.

“Um… Hey, (Name)...”

“What do you want? Why are you here?”

“I, um… I heard you’re engaged.”

“And? What is it to you?”

“I think I have a right to know what’s going on in my sister’s life.”

“Not anymore you don’t. Not after what you said to me.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“But you did, didn’t you? No fixing it now.”

“Don’t get feisty with me.” Rin growled.

“I can act however I want towards you. I’m not the one who crushed your confidence.”

“(Name)—”

“I don’t want to hear it! Back off and go home, Itoshi!”

“Fuck you! I meant every fucking word I said back then, bitch!”

“Oh, go fuck yourself! Get out of my life and don’t come back! I don’t need someone like you in my life!”

“Fine! Fuck you!” Rin started walking away.

“Don’t talk to me again, asshole!” You shot at him one last time.

Rin flipped you off and kept walking.

Rin, you would never forgive. Sae, maybe, with a lot of love and care, maybe you would forgive Sae.

Just three more days, and then you’ll no longer be an Itoshi.

𓆩⚝𓆪 — thank you for reading!

𓆩⚝𓆪 — taglist (ask 2 be added): @mariaace @plsmarrymehioriyo @stellas-starry-stories13

𓆩⚝𓆪 — blue lock masterlist || masterlist

[takenbypeter]

Could you write about toad(x men evo) telling everyone about his hot date, but no one believes him their juts like "yeha that's neat bud" and goes back to whatever they were doing. But then toad leaves for a bit and later comes back with this mega hottie his arm around her waist and he introduces her to them. Their slack-jawd at how toad managed to pull reader. But reader is low key kinda rude and flirty, but like in a slay kinda way. Like she'll insult you and then blow you a kiss kinda slay.

Toad’s Girl

Todd Tolansky x female reader

Words: 892

Authors note: I almost—ALMOST, deleted this request cause I got it when I said I was only writing for poindexter and anything else would be deleted but then I couldn’t get the idea out of my head and I love toad sooooo I basically had to write it

“Oh god, if I have to hear one more story about this chick, I swear I’ll rip my own head off,” said the silver haired boy after zooming to the couch to join the others.

“Who?” Asked Lance shutting the fridge door from the other room.

“That girl Toads been talking about all week. He’s going on a date with her tonight.”

“Woah, someone actually agreed to that,” chimed in Fred.

“Does she know it’s a date?” Asked Lance again, but before Pietro could answer, down came Toad practically hopping off of the walls.

“Guys be honest is this too much?” He stood up wearing a black button down which honestly they didn’t even know how or who he got it from. “I think it’s too much, I gotta go change,” and just like that off he went back upstairs.

“Not like I love the little guy but I sort of feel bad for him,” said Fred as soon as Toad seemed out of earshot.

“I know poor guys gonna get stood up tonight,” muttered Pietro clicking his tongue against his teeth making a little clicking noise.

Lance opened the cabinets surveying his snack options, “or maybe he made the whole thing up.”

“You think?”

“Oh yeah! The way they met sounds sort of familiar.”

“Yeah from like one of those chick flicks.”

Their conversation got cut short as down Toad came again this time wearing a black shirt with a jacket and jeans.

“Do I look good? Or do I look good?” He asked doing a little spin.

The group takes one look at the boy, tilting their heads at the moderate outfit he chose.

He glanced at the clock that hung on the wall before letting out a quick gasp, “oh man, I’m gonna be late!” Passing by the others he shot them a final, “don’t wait up,” before slamming the door behind him.

“Guys gonna get his heart broken…again.”

Without any plans for the other three, they stayed at the house, practically bored out of their minds as the night progressed. In all honesty they expected, Toad to come back about forty minutes after he left. They figured if he didn’t get stood up, either the girl would wake up and realize the mistake she made, or Toad would do something to disgust her, either way they figured he was coming home soon.

But it actually ended up being three hours later when they heard voices approaching the door.

“Let me warn you, the guys are a little…” His sentence cut off as he know doubt didn’t know exactly how to describe them. Pietro grabbed the remote lowering the volume to get a better listen as Toad continued.

“But if at all you wanna bounce just let me know, we will be outta there.”

“Don’t worry about it Todd. I can handle myself.”

They watch the silhouette of the door as they see one figure lean close to the other for a second before leaning back away, “but thank you for being my knight if I need one.”

Positioned almost in the exact same places that they were when Toad had left they shared the same strange look, with raised eyebrows at each other as the door opened.

In came Toad, practically beaming while you followed behind him hand in hand.

One look at you and all their jaws dropped, because first, not only were you real, but you were stunning.

Placing one arm around your waist and holding his other out, Toad gestures around the room, “this is Lance, Pietro, and Fred.”

The group’s actually too shocked to say anything and it isn’t until Toad mutters a little, “guys?” That causes Lance snap out of it, “it’s, uh, really nice to meet you.”

“Toad’s told us so much about you,” added Fred. Toad turned to you offering to get you some water to which you accepted causing him to head off towards the kitchen.

“You’re the chick?” Pietro mumbled gaining your attention. At his question your eyebrows knit together before you compose your expression as the silver haired boy continues, “how’d Toadisnky manage someone like you? Are you visually impaired? Do you and some friends have some bet going on?”

Unable to believe the words coming out of his so called friend’s mouth you let out a single scoff before stepping a little closer to the couch where they all sat, “yeah we do have a bet going on. It’s actually about who can find the biggest douchebag of the night,” you pause raising a brow at the boy before looking him down then back up, “—oop, looks like I won.”

The silver haired boy’s face scrunched up as his surrounding friends have a one-eighty reaction, with smiles appearing on their faces as Toad returned with a bottle in hand. “We’re all out of clean cups so this is all we had, I hope that’s okay.”

Grateful you take it shooting him a thankful smile and another kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you.,” you say before turning to the group again, “now this has been so much fun meeting you all but I think it’s time for me to say goodnight. Toddy, walk me to the car?”

He nods following right after you.

As soon as he shuts the door, Pietro’s the first to speak.

“What the hell!?”

[chiiyuuvv]

WHEN YOURE CLINGY

• PAIRING — bf!xikers x gn!reader

• GENRE — established relationship, cuddling, squeals, really soft

• WORD COUNT — 564

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — finally out of my small break/writers block!! Been a little stressed lately since finals are near yet suddenly school wants to dump every assignment on me.. good thing i dont have to take exams. Request from wattpad!

• TAGLIST — @lil-elle , @hyunukitty , @cake1box , @mars101 , @the-lemon-boy , @nenede (welcome!! And thank you for your kind words :( , @soul-is-a-strange-kid (welcome!!)

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MINJAE ☆

lets out a little squeal of shock

Because you had the audacity to come to his studio, wrapped in either his blanket or hoodie and looking up at him with your big doe eyes

Youre just so cute he wants to squish you :((

Happily places you onto his lip and melts when you snuggle your head into his chest

Runs his hands through your hair and rubs your back, putting you to sleep ♡

JUNMIN ☆

Another squealer

Suddenly, hes bubbling from laughter at how cute you were being and how shy he was, little goosebumps on his arms

Probably the shyest youll ever find him, looking down at you with so much love in his eyes

He adores you <3

"Whats wrong baby?" He'd say in a small calm voice, pulling you closer to him ♡

SUMIN ☆

Another another squealer

Just know that he will squish your cheeks

Then processeds to get shy about it, apologizing because it was impulse

Uses this time to check up on you, asking how youre feeling, what you want for dinner

Gets a little sleepy because its just so calming ♡

JINSIK ☆

Doesnt have much reaction

Like hed continue watching tv with your head on his lap and him stroking your hair

"Wanna watch something else?" He'd lean down and whisper in your ear, his voice is so soft

Opts to turn off the tv so he can cuddle you in peace

Uses this time to stare at you, mumbling how pretty you are ♡

HYUNWOO ☆

Its either one or two ways

Your head is on his shoulder and his head is on top of yours, singing you a sweet song

Or your head is on his shoulder and his head is on top of yours, saying the dumbest jokes alive

You either fall asleep on him

Or you end up leaving with hyunwoo laughing at you ♡

JUNGHOON ☆

Hes caught off guard ngl

Like frozen in his spot when you rest your head on his back as hes looking for something in the fridge

And when your arms wrap around his waist, he gets so hot

Please dont have sweater paws, he WILL die on the spot (that rhymes haha ^)

So inclusion, hes a hot, studdering mess and lowkey hates you for making him feel this way ♡

SEEUN ☆

Initiating teasing

"Im just so soft and warm that you wanna snuggle with me huh?" Quipped with his classic smirk

But immediately pulls you back to his arms when you get up to leave

"Im just kidding baby, stay with me."

Truth was he wanted to snuggle with you first, but was so shy ♡

YUJUN ☆

GIGGLINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

hes gonna giggle

Like so loud

A wide smile on his face and just giggling

"What are you doing?~" as he hugs you back, with this huge giggle. Sighssss ♡

HUNTER ☆

Hes a little shocked that hes so comfortable that you just randomly lay on him

Cups your cheeks and kisses you so sweetly

So it kinda turns into a makeout session??

Well not exactly, its just him kissing you, then whispering a sweet nothing, then kissing you again

Their so slow too, and the way he looks at you.. damn ♡

YECHAN ☆

Another giggler

And another another another squealer

And another "what are you doing?~"

Rip that boys heart, hes done for

And yeah, he another will squish your cheeks and then apologize saying it was impulse ♡

[robjn93]

hi! ^_^

i was wondering if you could help me get into dc comics! i’ve always leaned more towards the movies/shows, video games, and fanon content.

if you have any reading guides at your disposal, i’d really appreciate them! even just naming a few starter comics would be cool.

i hope you don’t mind me asking this of you! i discovered your acc on tiktok and your edits made me wanna get more into the comics when i was formerly disinterested. your characterization takes are also pretty spot on!! :D

thank yew

IM GONNA CRY AND PUKE THANK YOU OMG getting into dc is not difficult but its also pretty challenging depending on which era you wanna read and which family you wanna get into. unfortunately im mainly a batfam-head so i have mostly suggestions about batfamily characters, i hope you wont mind :3

batman: year one is a must in my eyes but i dont see batman: ego advertised nearly as much and it pains me, its a very interesting read on the duality of bruce wayne and batman and an excellent analysis on purpose and motivations

after that, if you wish to continue reading batman related things, i suggest reading about the robins!

batman: year three (batman #436 to #439) serves as a retelling of dick and bruce’s first encounter and its the most used retelling, since it also introduces tim drake but i digress

year ones are your friends! robin: year one and robin/batgirl: year one are stories you should check out but, for the love of christ, keep AWAY from nightwing: year one. i dont know what they were thinking there. if you liked reading these, dick grayson could be the guy for you but, warning i guess, he has lots to read about so make sure to find a good reading guide for him.

after dick quits and becomes nightwing, jason todd is next and luckily the easiest read since he didnt do much except for dying (rip). he is super straight forward, batman: #408 to #425 and detective comics: #568 to #582. a good read for jason and bruce is also batman: the cult!

alas jaybin must die and so here comes a death in the family, batman: #426 to #429. im not a red hood fan personally but batman: under the red hood is kinda a must read. if you liked jason todd, i’m really sorry you’ll never see good writing again

after a death in family, you can read a lonely place of dying when that freak tim drake appears, batman: #440 to #442 alternating with new titans #60 and #61. TOOOOO GOOD. sorry.

tim drake is kinda complicated because the 90s were annoying but you can read detective comics: #618 to #621 and then after batman: #455 to #457 for the important things and him becoming robin most of all. after that the three robin miniseries, robin (1991), robin: the joker’s wild and robin: cry of the huntress are next and finally theres a big one, robin (1993)

if you like tim drake i plan on making a proper reading guide #soon so stay tuned i guess LOL. you cant have tim without stephanie brown, which kinda appears shortly after tim’s initiation as robin. detective comics: #647 to #649 are her origin story, showcase ‘95 #5 is a really underrated stephanie story and then you can just read robin (1993) since she is in there a lot.

i have a stephanie brown reading list ready to be reposted so trust it will be soon! finally damian wayne :3 read batman: son of the demon since its a way better origin for damian over the racist ‘talia is abusive and a r@pist’ morrison retcon.

damian is a really difficult character to get into cause unfortunately most of his stories are racist dogshit but the good stuff is GOOD. robin: son of batman will change your life 5ever. another fun read is robin (2021). to get hooked on daminika.

on the topic of batman’s supporting cast lets go with the batgirls. acknowledged as batgirls, we have barbara gordon tho she is largely more interesting as oracle! i wish you no harm so please don’t read the killing joke, it’s such a lame story and downright misogynistic towards babs.

just let it know that (sigh.) the joker left barbara gordon in a wheelchair. batman: chronicles #5 is genuinely one of the best stories ever, will make you weep and choke and die. after that, birds of prey (1999)’s yuriful antics will charm you.

the current batgirl, cassandra cain, is currently having an ongoing serie! her origin story is in batman: #567 and detective comics: #734. warning: she appears right in the middle of an event called batman: no man’s land so i suggest looking up batman: no man’s land reading guides if its too confusing for context. im really sorry. after that PLEASE read batgirl (2000). too good.

stephanie cheated and managed to be both robin and batgirl so you should read batgirl (2009) which is fairly context-less? or better, they explain most of the context in-comic so it should be fine.

these are the main batfam characters but, throughout reading, you might meet some new and maybe lesser known characters like azrael, huntress, anarky etc. etc.

a read that kinda exists outside all this is also gotham: academy which is quite new reader friendly and genuinely very fun.

hope you have fun :)

[munson-blurbs]

For your 2k celebration: Eddie/Lover's Lake/book 🌼

Big, gigantic thanks to @trashmouth-richie for helping me with this one!

Warnings: attempted drug deal, mention of drug use

WC: 899

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Mud squelches under your trainers as you make your way towards the lake. It’s a familiar destination; your favorite place to write. But today, you have other plans.

Eddie’s already there, waiting for you. He’s sitting on a stone wall, idly tapping his ringed fingers against his tin box. Your stomach flip-flops at the thought of what’s inside. 

Come on. Don’t be such a coward. 

“Um, h-hi,” you stutter, mentally kicking yourself for letting your anxiety seep into your voice. “Thanks for meeting me here.”

“Yeah, no sweat,” Eddie says, patting the empty spot beside him and popping open the box lid. You oblige, bringing your backpack onto your lap. “All right, I can do $15 for half an ounce.” He takes out a crinkled plastic baggie, frowning as you inspect it critically. “I really can’t go any lower; you’re already robbing me blind here.”

“No, no,” you shake your head, “‘s not that. Um, I was wondering if you had any, like, magic mushrooms?” Your face burns as you say it. 

Eddie’s eyes widen. “Never took you for a psychedelics kinda girl,” he laughs incredulously, “but, yeah, I should have some.” He digs through his stash, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. “So, what’s the occasion?”

“Huh?”

“The shrooms. You going to a party, or…”

“Oh.” You wipe your palms on your jeans. “I, um, I’ve been having bad writer’s block, and I heard that drugs can help…unblock things? I smoked weed with my friend, but it didn’t do anything.”

“Oh, yeah?” Eddie asks, not breaking his focus. “What are you trying to write? Essays and school shit?”

You shake your head. “I’m working on a novel, actually,” you admit. It sounds silly when you say it aloud. “It’s like a horror-mystery hybrid? I don’t know,” you finish lamely, hoping he finds the shrooms soon.

But you’ve captured his attention, and his chocolate brown eyes light up as they meet yours. “No way!” he exclaims. “I love scary stories. I swear, I’ve read everything Stephen King’s written.” He crosses his heart for emphasis. “Can I get a sneak peek of your book?” He pouts adorably, melting your heart and easing your nerves.

“It’s just some chapter outlines so far,” you explain, tugging your notebook out of your backpack. It’s an assuming marble composition notebook, but it holds all of your hard work. “And I haven’t written anything in weeks, hence the…” you gesture to his lunchbox of drugs in lieu of completing the sentence.

Eddie raises his eyebrows as he scans your writing. “This is…really fucking good,” he muses, flipping the page and continuing to read. “How do you come up with this stuff? Puts my Hellfire campaigns to shame.”

You laugh bashfully. “Sometimes, inspiration just strikes, y’know?” Your smile falters when he skips to the rough sketches you have for your characters. You’re not an artist, not by a long shot, but you know he’ll be able to recognize who you’ve modeled a protagonist after. “Okay, give it back,” you blurt out, attempting to grab it from his hands, but his grip is too tight.

“What, you got some naughty drawings in here?” He waggles his eyebrows, making you giggle despite your embarrassment. “Don’t worry; I won’t judge.” Before you can protest further, he finds the one picture you were hoping he’d somehow skip over. It’s a tall, lanky guy with curly brown hair that touches his shoulders. He’s wearing a concert t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, displaying his tattoos, and ripped black jeans. “Whoa,” Eddie breathes, and you’re praying to be swallowed up by a black hole. “This dude is totally metal.”

“Wh-What?” Did he really not know who it was supposed to be?

“The guy,” he says, pointing to the drawing, “he looks so badass.” He closes the notebook but doesn’t hand it back. “Could I hang onto this? I wanna read more, but I gotta get going. Promised my uncle I’d make dinner tonight, and he’ll kill me if I say that and then order pizza one more time. Actually,” he pauses, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes, “do you wanna help me cook? And stay for dinner, obviously. You could maybe tell me more about your story. Might help get those creative juices flowing or something.” He shrugs like he didn’t just use all of his courage to ask you.

“Sure,” you smile, hopping down from the wall and brushing off your pants. “And you can tell me about your…campaigns?” You furrow your brows, unsure if you used the correct terminology.

Eddie narrows his eyes. “I don’t know…how can I trust that you’re not working as an enemy spy?”

You gasp, startling him. “Sorry,” you apologize sheepishly, “but that just gave me a great idea. Maybe Kal–that’s the totally metal dude–used to be allegiant to the enemy, but is trying to redeem himself!” You pluck the notebook from him, flip to where a pen serves as a bookmark, and jot down your thought before you forget it.

“You’re welcome, by the way,” Eddie teases, taking the book back and tucking it under his arm for safekeeping. “You’d better mention me in the acknowledgments. Better yet–dedicate the whole book to me.”

“I can see it now: ‘For Eddie Munson: thanks for the idea and for not selling me shrooms,’” you joke back, walking in tandem with him.

“Perfect.”

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[pocketmania]

[☎👽💭👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩]  Nikku x Fem Reader

Oh request open again, yay! Be ready for Nikku request cause again, I like Nikku very very much to the point even my best friend knows it cause I talk/mention about her nonstop ☝

Might as well put me as 🏳‍🌈 Anon cause I'm going to be requesting some Nikku or other characters but mostly Nikku, you're the only person who writes for hotline 024/sunset hills

Can I request smth where Nikku knows that the reader has a crush on her even though the reader thinks she straight when it's very clear that she has a crush on the polygurian.

That one roblox meme where a guy says "I'M NOT A KISSBOY" instead it's- "I'M NOT A KISSGIRL"

Aaa hello 🏳️‍🌈 anon! You're so like me in that way

But, yeah, I can definitely do that! Honestly, I wish hotline got slightly more attention just so people would write it about lmao

But thank you for asking!

Now onto the thingy

‎‧₊˚✧[ Nikku w/ a

Crushing!Reader ]✧˚₊‧

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(☎️👽💭👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩) - sunset hills headcanons + small scenario

(reader type) - feminine / AFAB

(‼️ warnings) - none

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‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅

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♨ when I say you had it BAD for her please believe it cause holy SHIET

♨ when you two became friends it was an absolute turning point for your emotions just as it was hers

♨ soon after your love was PAINFULLY obvious. like. everyone knew.

♨ Clips knew. Nikku knew. Boyfriend knew. Girlfriend knew. Rude#1 knew. Gogo knew. Momo knew. Hell, LIMUS THE CAT KNEW.

♨ nikku honestly thought it was cute how you thought it was some sort of best friend love or something

♨ everytime someone asks you if you two were dating you bust out into a flustered mess explaining that you were straight and just friends

♨ sometimes, nikku will teasingly flirt and make innuendos with you just to get a reaction

❝ sooo, do you wanna continue the fun in your room? ❞

❝ ndjzKCJDJDJH—WHAT?? ❞

♨ but yeah you're so goofy. and closeted. goofy and closeted.

♨ nikku's kinda 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 when she's around you

♨ "I'M NOT A KISSGIRL" you clarify and scream at the top of your lungs

♨ nikku just probably ends up talking to you about it later when she thinks it's appropriate

♨ let's say you two were watching videos on her phone. she suddenly puts it down and starts to ask about how you feel toward her

♨ you let it RIP (but didn't forget to say, "but I'm straight!" at the end)

❝ so.. random question, but how would you describe me in one word? ❞

❝ oh, I can't just use one! there are so many words to describe you, like funny, smart, cool, pretty, awesome, hot, sweet, pretty.. did I say that already? ❞

❝ and you say you're straight? ❞

♨ After that, nikku had a come-to-asmodeux moment with you about your feelings and all the sappy stuff

♨ you were DYING inside when you finally put two and two together

♨ thankfully, you helped her realize that she liked you back too! .. and a lot of other things I won't get into

♨ and even after all that, you're still a flustered mess

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‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅

[tzimiscequeen-blog]

In the Heart of the Flames Chapter (NSFW) Synopsis: Jinjer gets to show off a new talent and runs into someone from her past.

Additional Tags: AFABReader, She/Her Pronouns, oral (giving and recieving) MDNI

WC: 3500+

Available on AO3 (can't get it to link)

     Wire squeezed your hand as you took a deep breath before he opened his door. The hallway was clear but you heard the distinct voices of your bar group on the deck. They were all teasing Papas about something when you and Wire finally breached the doorway to the deck.

     “Oh, Jingie! Look at you!” Quincy was the first to spot you two. You smiled and blushed.

     Papas just whistled. Kid stepped towards you but Killer pushed him out of the way and made it to you first.

     “Your eyes are brighter and your smile is sweeter. Your new found confidence looks good on you,” he said as he cupped your face, stroked his thumb along your cheek and returned to his spot.

     Kid slapped him in the chest for blocking him and then lightly gripped your chin between his large fingers.

     “Kil’s better with the nice words than I am, but he’s right. Confidence and the clothes look good on you,” he smirked as he leaned down and kissed your cheek, winked at you, then went back to the railing.

     You noticed Heat wasn’t there.

     “Thanks guys. Where’s Heat?” you asked.

     “He’s fuckin with his hair. He’ll be out in a few minutes. You wanna meet us there?” Kid said.

     “Yeah, I can wait here. No one is gonna board your ship while I wait,” you said.

     “They’d be pretty dumb if they did,” Killer added.

     “Alright, we’ll meet you two at the bar,” Kid said as they headed down the gang plank.

     You leaned on the side rail of the ship and looked out over the port. It was actually kinda pretty viewing it from here. You were far enough from the people to just be able to watch them move about and not feel anxious to be within them. The breeze was cool enough to give you a slight chill. You listened to the hum of the town. The music, the voices, the waves lapping against the ships and the shore. You found yourself lost in it when you were suddenly startled out of your unintentional meditation.

     “Oi! Who the fuck are you?” Heat’s voice was deep and threatening. Nothing like you’d ever heard from him.

     You turned to face him and you almost laughed at the utter shock on his face.

     “Oh, shit. Sorry love. I didn’t realize it was you…wow,” he approached and looked you over.

     “It’s alright baby. I can understand your concern. Though to be honest, your authoritative voice is quite sexy,” you smirked as you pulled him in for a kiss.

     He welcomed your lips and held you tight to him.

     “I’ll have to remember that for another time,” he smiled as he continued to kiss you.

     “You look amazing,” he added.

     “Thanks. I’m saving the other one I tried on for a different night. This one felt like a good mix between that and what I was in before,” you said.

     You got a look at what he was wearing as you pulled away. He had the messy loose bun you liked. His normal knee-high combat boots with a black and ice blue kilt and one of his ripped no sleeve t-shirts. You had seen him in similar, but somehow tonight he just looked extra delicious.

     “You’re looking really good yourself,” you smiled.

     “The best for you love,” he kissed your cheek and escorted you off the ship.

     “So…you wearing anything under that kilt?” you asked with a grin.

     He looked at you and slid your hand up his outer thigh up to the waist. Clearly nothing underneath. Then winked at you.

     You felt the warmth building in your lower abdomen already. It would be a long night.

     The two of you made it to the bar and joined the group. It happened to be open mic night. There was a live band, just instruments, that had a catalog of songs that you could choose from and sing. The crew thought it was awesome and of course Kid was the first of your group to go up and sing. You had a feeling this was going to go poorly for everyones ears.

     He looked through the catalog and you could hear him mumble a “fuck yeah” and turned to the band. Told them the song but asked them to do it faster using some technical music terms. The band nodded, impressed with his knowledge and he took the mic.

     You could see he gave your group a wink, but a few of the other women in the bar near you giggled and waved at him. He ate it up.

     You were shocked at how good a singer Kid was. The gravel in his voice was actually tamer when he sang and it gave his voice a delightful whine. There was a soulfulness to the tone and as a singer yourself, you could tell he was actually putting his emotions into his performance. It was beautiful. You all gave him a boisterous standing ovation when he was done, and again, he ate it up. The girls started to flirt with him so he sat at their table for a while.

     After you had a few more drinks to loosen your nerves you got up and headed to the band. Heat tried to ask you what you were doing but you couldn’t stop or you would chicken out. Kid still sat at the table with the girls and turned his full attention to you. One girl sat on his lap and he idly stroked her leg, but his attention was on you. Heat watched you curiously. He gave you an encouraging smile and blew you a kiss.

     You picked a slow and sultry sounding number that had a lot of emotion. You closed your eyes for more courage and began to sing. You would consider your singing voice a feminine version of what Kid’s sounded like, with less gravel and more clean vocals. You belted the song like it was trying to claw it’s way out of you. You let the frustrations of the decision you had to make flow out of you and into the words of the song.

     Another standing ovation from the Kid Pirates. Kid intercepted you before you made it back to your seat.

     “That was beautiful songbird. I hope you grace us with that voice some more before we leave,” he smiled at you, a genuine, sincere smile. Not one of his cocky confident ones. His last words reminded you that your time with them, with Heat was limited.

     “Thanks Kid. You’re not so bad yourself. Maybe we could do a duet,” you suggested.

     “That would be fucking awesome,” he replied with a smirk. 

     He gave you a kiss on the cheek and scooted you back towards the table with the rest of the crew. He rejoined the girls that were now giving you dirty looks.

     “Love, that was amazing,” Heat pulled you in for a deep kiss.

     “Thanks baby. I’m a little rusty, but Kid going up there reminded me how much I love singing. Maybe I’ll give you your own private concert one day,” you smiled at him. Being wrapped in his arms made your sadness go away. He just felt so comfortable. You felt grounded when you were with him.

     A while later you went up to the bar to order the next round of drinks when a bone chilling voice came from behind you and the speaker’s two hands rested on your hips.

     “Here you are my darling. I’ve been looking for you for a very long time,” his head was right next to yours and he pressed himself against your back.

     “I’m…not your darling,” you took a deep breath to calm your nerves, “You must have the wrong person,” you tried to move out of his grasp. But he was always so strong and held you in place.

     You distinctly heard multiple chairs scoot back and loud thudding footsteps approach.

     “Get your fucking hands off her,” Heat growled and grabbed the man and forcefully pulled him off you and slammed him into the side of the bar.

     “Don’t touch me you filth,” the man said as he shoved Heat’s hands from him.

     Oswald looked exactly as you remembered him. Tall (6 ft), broad build, smug face, and all arrogance. His clothes made him obviously out of place at The Twisted Tale, but you knew he didn’t care.

     “Apologize to her and get the fuck outta here,” Kid growled from behind you. Wire and Killer approached from the table.

     “She’s my fiancée, why would I need to apologize?” Oswald retorted.

     “The fuck she is,” Kid spit back.

     Oswald grabbed your wrist and Heat punched him across the face. He then forced his way in between you and Oswald. The other three blocked his ability to get to you.

     “I see how it is,” Oswald spit the blood that pooled in his mouth at Heat’s feet and left the bar.

     Papas walked up and took Heat’s hand and looked it over. Told him to ice it, but should be fine.

     “Papas, can you and Quincy go get Reck and Gig and have them go to my house and have them give Bea this? Tell them to leave the ship five minutes after you tell them just in case you are followed,” you grabbed a napkin and a pen and wrote.

     B, O is here. Don’t leave the house until I tell you to. J

     ‘You got it,” Papas said, took the napkin and headed out with Quincy.

     “You wanna explain what the fuck just happened?” Kid asked, his voice tense.

     You walked back to the table and pulled the four of them in close and took a deep breath.

     “About four years ago my father arranged a marriage for me to Oswald. Two years ago after my father died I took Bea and the kids and ran,” you briefly explained.

     Kid sat back and Heat held your hand.

     “You think he’s gonna go after Bea and the kids?” the captain asked.

     “I wouldn’t put it past him. He was very obsessive and would go to extreme measures sometimes,” you explained.

     “Did he hurt you? Did he do this?” Heat whispered as he ran his fingers down your right side.

     “He didn’t have anything to do with the burns,” you avoided answering the first question. He did many things to you.

     Heats hand gripped yours harder. Wire had a scowl on his face and Killer was cracking his knuckles. They all knew you deliberately didn’t answer the first question.

     “We should have Bea and the kids watched,” Killer suggested.

     “He doesn’t know where we live,” you said.

     “We shouldn’t take that chance,” Wire chimed in.

     “You should stay on the Punk tonight,” Kid suggested.

     “Alright, that would be for the best,” you agreed.

     The five of you left and headed back to the Punk. You met Papas and Quincy and continued to party in the lounge. Papas brought Heat an ice pack for his hand.

     You were surprised that none of them pried into your history. They just took your word and left it at that. This group was something special. The mood had lightened significantly and everyone was back to laughter and smiles.

     You spent another two hours in the lounge then headed to bed.

     Heat joined you and gave you an un-ripped t-shirt for you to sleep in. He pulled his hair back into a loose bun and stripped like the night before. You again, couldn’t help but take him in. Fuck was he gorgeous. Even soft, his cock was impressive.

     “Berri for your thoughts?” he smiled.

     “Just thinking if I can fit you in my mouth,” you looked up at him.

     He pulled you to him and firmly pressed his lips to yours in a deep kiss. His cock began to twitch between you.

     You moved your lips to his scars, then his jaw, neck, and chest. You ran your tongue over each of his nipples. He gave a soft moan at the touch. You traveled down to his hips where you laid licks and kisses along them down to his hardening cock. You adjusted and sat on the edge of the bed, sometimes the height difference proved problematic.

     He let out a pleasured hiss as you touched him. You wrapped your hand around his shaft, your fingers didn’t quite touch, then licked and kissed his large balls. Your free hand massaged while you licked them, then started at the base of his cock and licked and stroked your way up. The saliva dripped from your mouth to help coat him. You licked over the frenum piercings and lingered on the ring on his tip. Your tongue wiggled the ring and his body twitched.

     “That’s it love,” he moaned.

     “I’ve never dealt with piercings before,” you commented as you continued to lick his tip. You spread his pre-cum with your tongue and flicked the ring again.

     “You’re…ah…doing so good…love,” he said through breaths.

     You smiled at the praise and slipped your lips over his tip and he sucked in a breath. You used your tongue again to play with the ring while you moved your mouth lower. He rested one hand in your hair while he gripped one of the hooks you now noticed in the ceiling.

     You rubbed your thighs together as you wanted some friction. You gave a small moan as you removed your hand from his balls and began to rub your clit. You fit him as far as you could and began to bob your head and stroked him as you went. You could tell he was trying not to thrust his hips.

     “Love, do you…ahh…trust me?” he asked between moans.

     “Uh, huh,” you hummed while still sucking his cock, which caused him to moan louder.

     He pulled out of your mouth and laid on the bed then pulled you over on top of him.

     “Turn around and lay on me. I want to taste you while you suck me off,” he said and you did as he said after you pulled your underwear off.

     He sat himself up a bit to adjust for the height difference, again. He waited for you to wrap your lips and hands around him before he began pleasuring you. You gave him a few bobs and he took both of his hands and spread you wide. His tongue gently licked from clit to ass and you squeaked. He teased your clit with the tip of his tongue with little flicks. He inserted a wide, long finger into you as his tongue worked your clit.

     You let out a long moan at the feeling, which caused him to let one out as well. Yours vibrated the rings on his cock. Your saliva coated his cock as he inserted a second finger. You began to speed up your strokes and bobs, occasionally giving your jaw a break and lick up and down his shaft. He was able to get a third finger in before you pulled off his cock and began to grind your cunt into his face. He replaced his fingers with his tongue and wrapped his arms around your thighs to hold you in place. You tried to continue stroke him while you rode his face. His rumbled moans tickled you clit and his tongue his spots you didn’t think a tongue could reach.

     “Oh fuck…Heat…yes…more!” you screamed, no doubt anyone in this part of this ship clearly heard you.

     “Let it out, love,” he moaned between breaths.

     “Nmmm…y…yes…yes…I’m…” you got out before your walls tightened around his tongue and your vision went white for a second as your orgasm peaked. Heat’s tongue lapped up every drop he could of your release. A few seconds later you regained your wits and Heat was gently licking your folds and clit.

     You then leaned back down and put him back into your mouth and his hips twitched at the sudden touch. You luckily only had the tip in your mouth. You started off slow but quickly bobbed and stroked faster. He removed his face but held your thighs. His panting was getting faster and more ragged.

     “Love…just like that…fuck…you’re so…good,” he moaned.

     His encouragement caused you to get bold. You took a deep breath and tried to relax your jaw as best you could. It allowed you to slip one more inch.

     “Fuuuck…I’m gonna…” was all the warning you had before you felt the hot streams of come in your mouth. You continued to milk him until there was nothing left, which took longer than you were used to.

     When you were done, you moved around and continued to lay on his chest, but faced him. You licked your lips as he licked the remain slick from his chin. He pulled you up into a kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips and you knew he tasted himself on yours.

     “I hope I can do that again baby,” you said between kisses.

     “Whenever you want. You taste so good. I’ll need to do that many more times to make sure I can remember your taste…” he couldn’t bring himself to say “for when we leave.”

     “We still have a month baby,” you tried to be positive about your dilemma.

     “I know,” he said as he just wrapped his arms around you.

     You laid like that for a few minutes before you got up and used the bathroom. When you came out he was wearing his kilt again, nothing else.

     “Where you going?” you asked confused.

     “I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he took a deep breath then turned to you and gave you a sweet kiss. You could see the sadness in his eyes, “lay down. I’ll join you soon.”

     “Heat, what’s wrong?” you asked, concerned.

     “I’ll be fine. I just need to get some air,” he gave you a reserved smile.

     You wanted to say you’d go with him, but he obviously wanted to be alone, so you let him.

     “Ok baby,” you said as you leaned up and kissed his cheek.

     He turned and walked down the hall to the deck, leaving the door to his room open. Your heart sank at how sad he looked.

     You sat on the edge of the bed for a few minutes when Killer stopped in the doorway.

     “Hey hon, you worried about Bea and the kids?” he asked as he walked in and

 sat next to you.

     “Yes, but that’s not what I’m thinking about right now,” you said as you fidgeted with your fingers.

     “What is it?” He asked as he brought a knee up on the bed to turn towards you.

     “I think I said something to Heat that made him upset and sad and I don’t know what to do,” you replied as you tried to fight tears.

     “What did you say to him?” Killer gently took your hand.

     “I told him we still had a month to enjoy each other’s company,” you said as you squeezed Killer’s hand.

     “I see. Have you thought about coming with us?” he asked bluntly.

     “I…I have, but now that Oswald has shown his face I need to protect them. I can’t let him find them,” you said as a tear ran down your cheek.

     “We’ve dealt with scumbags like him before. We’ll help you keep Bea and the kids safe,” he said as he wiped the tear.

     “In a month?” you asked as your throat cracked.

     “We’ve done more in less time. How about tomorrow you tell us what you know about him and we’ll get to the bottom of this. OK?” his voice was kind. You wished you could see his expression.

     “You’d do that for me?” you asked.

     “Of course. We all care about you,” he said and brought your hand to where his mouth would be on the mask.

     “Thanks Killer,” you sniffed.

     “Anytime hon,” he stood and leaned over and “kissed” your forehead and headed back the way he came.

     You sat in the bed and looked around Heat’s room while you waited for his return. You noticed the same reinforced beams in this ceiling with eyelets, hooks, and pulleys. He had a small seating area with two chairs and a small side table in between. In the corner next to the chairs there was an easel with a stool. Small crates of art supplies were scattered around the area. You were tempted to peak at the canvas, but thought it was too private for you to see. He has a nightstand on either side of the bed and a medium chest along the wall by the door.

     You laid down and waited until Heat returned which was a little while later. Longer than you had hoped, but glad he returned. He gave you a chaste smile as he closed the door and removed his kilt.

     “Hi, love. Sorry about that. Ready for bed?” he said as he turned the light out and crawled in next to you.

     “I’m glad your back,” you said as you gave him a soft kiss which he returned and snuggled into his chest. You swore you saw his eyes red, but he closed them before you could really check.

                “Me too,” he said as he wrapped his arms and legs around you much like the night before.

[thinkingofausername]

@redwingedwhump *in a grave voice* It's time.

Get comfy cause the commentary continues and I've got time on my hands.

Chapter seven

Conroy waking Harrow up with a slap? Beautiful. Effective. Kinda hilarious, honestly.

Descriptions are as perfect as always. Simple but they paint a clear picture in your head. I can see Harrow strung up in that cell so well I might as well be in there with him.

Conroy, a purifier, also being a healer? Immaculate irony.

Harrow slowly noticing all the changes on him, the way he was handled whilst unconscious? Chills, at just the thought of experiencing that.

"I've never bowed to any god and I don't intend to start with yours." OH MY GOD???? Iconic as ever, Harrow.

Harrow taunting and getting slashed across the face? I find that more funny than I should, probably. (him not immediately registering the pain was a beautiful addition)

"There go my plans for tonight." I LOVE THIS SELF-DETRIMENTAL FOOL SO MUCH.

"What? You're asking me??" Harrow, baby, you're the cult leader here, who else would he be asking??? lol

Harrow getting choked is as fun as always.

Conroy being as skilled as he is at his job never fails to give me goosebumps. I can't even imagine the things he knows about the human body and how he could morbidly use them to his advantage.

Harrow straight up getting butchered, god damn.

"Shall we begin again?" GOD DAMN. Harrow, I'll bow in your place, cause this is straight up devastating.

Chapter 8

"It was a heady rush, like strong wine." I love this line so much.

For someone who enjoyed power so much to be stuck in a null space? Sounds terrifying.

Harrow flinching as the door opens and hating himself for it? AAAAAAAA.

"It was strangely surreal to feel something that wasn't hurting him." *sobs*

Harrow letting some bitterness seep through as he speaks to Emmet? Beautiful.

Harrow being subtly strict and clear about not wanting to talk about his burn scars? I love it.

Harrow not caring about the food possibly being drugged nor about Emmet wiping his face because he's so starved that's all he can focus on? Gorgeous.

Emmet promising the water isn't drugged and Harrow thanking him for it? That's so soft and sad I wanna cry.

Harrow letting Emmet blindfold him? He's so soft with that kid istg.

Chapter nine.

"You're making a good start of the day, Harrow." Said right after he was beaten and thrown on the floor like a sack of flower.

Harrow being blindfolded, naked, barefoot, collared and chained and pretty much dragged across cold stone? Literal chills down my spine.

AND HERE IS THE RACK LADIES AND GENTLEMEN - the one and only, infamous, legendary, iconic miss "Broke Harrow Of The Ashmadai". This scene started a movement and a revolution istg.

The fact Harrow was begging before he was even put on the rack is just beautiful.

Conroy never fails to impress and terrify me. He really gives you a glimpse of the Devil himself. Calmly explaining in a matter-of-fact way, exactly what's about to happen to you. He knows it so well because he's done it plenty times, caused pain to countless people, and you're about to be just one of them. Hearing of what's coming still is nowhere near enough to prepare you.

The desperation, agony, terror on Harrow's end and nothing but a stone cold attitude from Conroy are actually so chilling it's insane.

Chapter ten

Harrow waking up and remembering the events of last night and promptly throwing up? I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. I can't even fathom what it would be like to remember the feeling of your shoulders and knees being ripped from their sockets. I'm getting nauseous just thinking about it.

Harrow having to kneel on freshly healed knees, which were healed with a magic unsuited and painful for his body? God DAMN Conroy's relentless.

Conroy holding Harrow's cheek gently and stroking his hair? My GOD I feel sick. The trauma that would cause (and has) is absolutely insane. I can't imagine how Harrow could ever accept kindness and gentleness, let alone touch, after that.

The closeness, forced intimacy... I felt sick reading that for the first time and I still do. The number of things Conroy has ruined and defiled for Harrow is insane. The things meant to be done by a lover, a close and trusted person, those same things done by the man torturing and breaking you? Red, this is a masterpiece of trauma.

Conroy controlling Harrow's breathing? aaaaaaaaaaa. Harrow crying beneath the blindfold? AAAAAAAAAAAA.

Chapter eleven

Conroy casually talking about a painting as Harrow is strung up and open and struggling is just... a masterpiece. A Masterpiece. A clear, beautiful and eerie picture is engraved in my brain.

Harrow fainting and waking up to being strangled, again and again? OH MY GOD, RED.

"The throat is quite delicate, you know. Lifeblood, voice, breath, and spine are all there... all so easily crushed." I don't know why but I find this so beautiful. I've thought about these lines long after I saw them the first time. It's just so beautifully and visually phrased.

"Don't die of your pride - Beg, Harrow!" OH MY GODDDD?????? THIS LINE!!!!!!!! It literally encapsulated pretty much the whole story and point of it. It all comes down to that... Harrow's pride and all the ways it's ruined him.

Harrow losing his voice after being strangled is such a gorgeous thing - literal whumperflies.

Chapter twelve

Harrow realizing no one is coming, no one will know or care when he dies? I'M LITERALLY CRYING.

Red introducing us to the gods and goddesses through Harrow's recollection? Clever and useful.

"Don't think of burning. Fire is mine." Harrow comforting himself and escaping painful memories by reminding himself of his (maybe former) power is so saddening to me, for some reason.

Harrow curling up under the blanket and being left alone for the day? Thank god he got some reprieve but also I wanna cry at the mental image.

to be continued...

[youronlyauthor]

Another Glitch? Hobie B./ Spiderpunk x FemReader

pt. 3

15+ (cussing,violence,throughout story )

(Continuing)

you drag Gwen into your room next to her room. Without realizing Hobie and Pavi following behind. You use a loud whisper tone “GWEN NEVER AGAIN HE CANT KNOW YET” she whispered back “WHY NOT WHEN HE CAME IN HE SEEMED JEALOUS AT THE THOUGHT OF YOU LIKING SOMEONE” you sigh and sit on your bed “Because I actually like him and what happened to my relationships and all that in the past just worries me that it will repeat, I trust him I just don’t trust or really know how he truly feels for me so just please give it time.” Gwen pouts “finee but you have to help me with miles” you pout “well you almost blew it for me you’re lucky I’m nice.” She looks confused “that’s a yes.” She does a happy dance as you softly smile she then looks at you and asks “how long have you liked him?” You think for a moment. “Like maybe 5-6 months?” Hobie outside the door whispers to Pavi the que to leave, they leave and you hear something and then see Peter B. Down the hallway “Peter did you hear something?” He looks at you “no?” You look confused and just brush it off and go back to your room.

(With Hobie)

Hobie looks stunned while Pavi does a happy dance. “When are you gonna tell her???” Hobie looks up at him then says “gotta drop some hints before confessing Pavi” he looks excited because Gwen was trying to tell Hobie You like him but that also means Pavi and Gwen gonna be shipping y’all big time together.

(Later)

You’re walking down one of the hallways in y’all’s building when you run into Hobie. You almost fall over but he catches you. “Thanks sorry I wasn’t looking where I was-“ you look up to see it’s Hobie and he realizes it’s you. “Hey Hobie didn’t see you there, whatcha up to?” He looks down to you “oh hey I was lookin for ya, i’m bouta just go to my world for a littl’ and was wonderin if you’d wanna tag along wit’ me?” You felt surprised he was looking for you. “Yeah sure I haven’t been there in awhile.” He lights up “great, meet me over ere’ by th’ entrance okay love?” You got butterflies at the nickname “yeah I’ll be ready in a sec” you hurry to the bathroom change and put on your mask. When arriving you notice his suit was a little ripped up. As you and hobie left, Gwen and Pavi followed behind. You and Hobie enter the portal, Gwen and Pavi don’t follow since they don’t wanna get caught. “I forgot what this place was like” you say looking around. While swinging around out of nowhere Hobie Webbed you closer to him and you’re caught off guard. “You seem so far away swinging over there” your face is red underneath your mask. “You wanna go to a roof?” He looks at you and smiles underneath his mask, “where do you have in mind?” He follows you as you go to the building he used to perform in, and land on the roof. As he lands next to you he puts his hands to his pockets and lands gracefully. “I used to perform ere’ ” you look at him surprised “this world looks exactly like my old one” he looks at you surprised “it had a Spider man but he was..I don’t really know how to describe it.” He looks at you confused “well love ya with us now so don’t give a scooby doo bout him.”

(got kinda tired of this story so ima end it here unless y’all REALLY want me to make another part)

[baahsu]

HIII BAHH SRRY FOR DISINTEGRATING FOR A FEW DAYS OPLA HAD MOMENTARILY CONSUMED EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING

HOWEVER this has been sitting, unfinished, in my vscest doc for a while now so i decided to finish it up. here u go eat up friend :]] oh yeah angst warning at the beginning btw:

so. lies on the floor. ichiji deserves to get fucked stupid after having a bad day and im thinking abt him w yonji rn so. :)

emotions regained/vs bros redemption ichiji having that almost subtle kinda self hatred one day- (bc in emotions regained aus all the brothers are chronically mentally ill, they're so traumatized its painful :,D) -not the kind that makes you wanna scream or cry or throw up, instead the kind that makes your heart go a little faster than normal and that makes your skin crawl and makes you feel sick for being alive. the kind that builds and builds until it's too much.

yonji (the most *emotionally* intelligent one out of 124ji, methinks) eventually notices smthns wrong and asks ichi abt it and ichiji just Breaks. like he pauses, crumples into a ball, and starts pulling his hair and venting about how he feels so disgusting and unworthy of love and how he wants to rip his skin off for something new and he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates himself

and yonji LISTENS to him. he listens with a frown until ichi is fucking winded, hyperventilating, and sweating with frustrated tears in his eyes. and then yonji hits him with the

"What do you need me to do, Ichiji?"

then ichi just stops shaking (and breathing) entirely for a moment as the question registers b4 his shaking slowly starts up again and his bottom lip starts trembling and he slowly looks up at yonji with big ole watery eyes and shakily signals him over to cuddle and theybpagaufuafuaf!!!!

the two of em lying down w yonji holding ichiji tight against his chest- one hand/arm curled around chijis lower back while the other is running through his hair and ichis just curling around yonji like a koala. he buries his face in yonjis neck and is constantly mumbling "im sorry" and yonji says "theres nothing to apologize for" each and every time back, proving his point by pressing a kiss to a different part of ichiji each time.

this continues on until ichiji stops crying and calms down. then he thanks yonji by sitting up slowly and holding yonjis face in his hands and kissing him *so* gently.

^ idk maybe its just me but i feel like out of all the vs siblings ichiji would have the hardest time being gentle. sanji always has been, reiju *secretly* always has been, yonji *had* to learn to be (even when he was still emotionless) bc of his strength (and therefore it came somewhat easily to him when he got emotions), nijis always been a giant fucking tsundere so even though hes an ass about 90% of the time, he does have the capability to at least sit and listen and take care of someone he loves (especially after regaining emotions, the percentile changes from 90/10 to 50/50 then lmao), but ichiji?? the perfect, emotionless soldier, even after getting fixed??? practically unheard of.

so when he pulls THIS shit???

it makes yonjis libido go WHAM. like that mf went redder than chijis hair. might as well been a cartoon character with the way he practically started floating as his eyes turned into hearts

THEN. then that gentle kiss delvesssss

ichiji getting lost in his emotions, leading him to grab yonjis face so *desperately* and straddle his hips/lap and kiss him thru tears.. n yonjis there half dumbstruck half horny, grinding on ichis ass while the hands once petting his hair and stroking his back to soothe him move to squeeze at it bc holy shiiit what is happening rn yonji cant compute. do u see the vision 🙈🙈

then, SHOCKINGLY, (/sarc) they fuck each other stupid. like STUPID stupid. so stupid that when 023 find them in the morning they straight up think the two were jumped in an alley together or smthn with how marked up their bodies were n shit (but they figure it out real quick once they see how badly ichiji was limping :]) ((tho if you asked me personally yonji wasnt exactly walking straight either :]])) (((they are both switches :]]])))

AND SCENE. i wrote abt both ichiniji and yoniji b4 this so now the 124ji circle is complete lmao. i need more soft ichiji in my life and if theres no one to provide i shall make it myself :)) -J.J

Honestly relatable, I can't stop thinking about opla since the day I watched it lol it was so good and I want to rewatch it already

But back to vcest 👀

Ichiji being emotionally stunted after getting his emotions back is a concept that's always at the back of my mind but I never put too much thought into it, but now I'm 👀

I see him as trying to keep himself, and the others, together, he doesn't let his emotions run freely, he tries not to let them take the better of him else he might go down and spiral of self hatred and guilt, so he puts his energy into looking after the others and trying to come up with a plan to get them out of judge's grasp

It takes a toll on him of course, his repressed emotions keep building up and he feels himself going insane and with no way to vent

When yonji catches him like this, on the verge of panicking, he finally let's go and it feels so good and so freeing for once. Yonji's rock solid, he embraces him, takes his whole body into strong arms and makes him feel safe, and he doesn't budge, he lets ichiji cry against his shoulder until he's satisfied and spent

Ichiji's tired but tries to show his gratitude with a kiss and yonji combusts. It's not every day that he has ichiji this pliant and soft and sweet sprawled in his lap and he wants to do so many things to him but his brain's all muddled and he doesn't know where to begin!!

Once he gets a hold of himself tho, it's over for ichiji, the strength he used to comfort him will now be used to ruim him

[gumnut-logic]

@greywake asked:

Are you doing @squiddokiddo ‘s Thunderbirds Ask Game? If so, I'm asking you 14 and 17 😁

Aww, thank you for asking :D

14. Tell me about a headcanon you love, dislike and have a neutral opinion on.

Hmmm…. I am very much a what ever floats your boat kinda gal. All for whatever is fun, but if it is not my thing, please respect my preference in not engaging. On the flipside of that, my life is several types of chaos due to how my brain works, so a good percentage of the time, if I haven’t engaged, it’s because I was doing something else :D

Like evading this question :D

Okay, dislike – this is with no disrespect to anyone else’s thoughts on this and is not calling for agreement/disagreement. Just my preference.

Virgil’s muscles – the boi has muscles, but they are working muscles, not showboating muscles. He does use the gym, but you won’t find him with ripped abs and bulging everything (yes, I know I drew him with abs once). The boi builds muscles for work, not for show.

Neutral opinion – Virgil ships. I’m very much a ‘what if’ writer. Although I have written a lot of Virgil/Kayo and I do adore the dynamics and stories that developed from that ‘what if’, that does not mean I am solely V/K and that is all I like. Admittedly, it was hard to switch from writing a lot of V/K to writing Virgil/Brains, talk about taking a handbrake turn on a wet road in the dark, but I am open to trying different things and I do read different things. I will admit that I’m not hugely into Scayo because they tend to explode and kill each other in my head, but for Virg, I’m pretty open. Have you read Chidorixblossom’s Virgil/Ray series? It’s lovely. And who knows where this Sweetapple adventure of mine is ending up. About the only thing in the whole ship department that doesn’t feel right is Virgil being very casual about things of the heart. I really don’t think he'd be a serial one nighter. I’ve always written him as loving with everything he has and in it for the long term. Don’t mind a bit of Virgil/Cass either. I really should do something about that :D

A headcanon that I love - I could put the Virgil/coffee headcanon here, because I use it a lot, despite not inventing it. It is just fun to play with.

But instead, I’m going to add a less common headcanon that I did invent. Halfway through ‘Fischler vs. Tracy’ I needed a plot device to lower Virgil’s barriers a bit (he has a lot, though they aren’t as typical as Scott’s). Enter ‘a sensitivity to medication’ :D This one has perpetuated a little, I know I’ve clung to it on occasion and it appears in several of my fics because it is convenient and soooo much fun to write. It triggers humour, angst, vulnerability, a whole swath of emotional angles to play with, and yes, I’m totally guilty of this self indulgence :D

17. Thunderbirds is getting another reboot and you have full control over production. What are you going to do?

Hire everyone who did the 2015 production to continue the story.

Start up a second series for an older audience, upping the science/logic/emotion, but not increasing violence or sex or anything like that. Just a safe animated show for adults.

Shower them with money to enable all the shots we couldn’t get in the original production. Clothing changes, candid shots, slice of life, and family stuff.

Do a better job of marketing to gain a wider audience. Target better – many fans of TOS didn’t even know this one existed. Same for the toys, better marketing - aka, throw more money and expertise at this part of the enterprise.

Anything else I want to do :D Do I get a pay rise with this, cos I really need one. I wanna go to Aotearoa one day :D

[helloagain-shinyred]

HELLO AGAINNNNN ITS BIG BRAIN ANON *drops this here and runs away*

Thinking about how in your Hello Again AU, Circus Baby's and Mega Pizzaplex co-exist.

Imagine somehow the Funtimes and the Glamrocks meet. Circus Baby and Glamrock Chica somehow get along. Monty is intensly talking about something and Ballora is listening while holding Bonbon in her arms. Roxy and Funtime Foxy surprisingly get along well, though neither of them like to admit it. Then of course, we have the Freddy's. Glamrock Freddy is doing his best to keep everyone civil, he's being nice. Funtime Freddy is having none of that.

You are having a conversation with Glamrock Freddy in the quietness of Parts and Service. You were so fascinated of how different they worked, how they're so advanced given their time on earth. And how different Freddy counterparts actually had opposite personalities. As Glamrock Freddy answered all your questions happily, Parts and Service door opens behind you, letting in your own Fazbear. Neither of them look happy to see the other, but you have a bigger problem. Glamrock Freddy standing in front of you protectively, seeing the polar bear as a threat to you. And Funtime Freddy standing right behind you possesively, knowing damn well who you belong to.

(i just wanna get sandwiched between bears.....)

The following collection of images is titled “stages of me reading this ask”

No but for real I’m losing it over this. LOSING IT. I love this. I love this so much.

You know I’m a sucker for protective Freddy but TWO PROTECTIVE FREDDYS?? FOR THE PRICE OF ONE?? Where do I sign?

Ugh and just thinking about FunFred getting so fucking jealous over this new Freddy that’s all shiny and new and he’s taller and has a slimmer build and please don’t leave me for him I love you so much- and you have to shush him like a wild horse to calm him down. Shhhhh, it’s okay buddy, no one is leaving anyone. It’s okay.

God and the mental image of the Glamrocks and the Funtimes hanging out together is sending meeeeee. On top of the dynamics you described (GOD TIER by the way, your brain continues to be huge and full of deep, juicy wrinkles), I can’t stop thinking about the big web of how each animatronic feels about the other. I love the idea of everyone getting along and being besties but you know what I love more? Some of the robots hating each other. Like, I can see Funtime Foxy and Glamrock Chica having the sort of relationship where they’re, like, fake friends. They act like they’re friends when they’re together, but apart they rip into each other and gossip nonstop to the others. I can also see Baby not being very fond of Glamrock Freddy due to his passiveness and naivete. She finds it annoying.

Oh OH oh what if there’s this big party where all the animatronics and human employees from both locations come together and get to know each other and raaaaAAAAHHH I’m going feral-

Seriously though this is the BEST IDEA ilysm and thank you for sharing this with me. I’m losing my gourd just thinking about this. I kinda want to write this. God. I’m just. I’m gonna be thinking about this for the rest of my LIFE.

Thank you. Bless you.

[tennessoui]

34. meeting at a masquerade ball au pls ✪ ω ✪

oh boy oh boy oh boy!!! did you know i cannot write snippets/short fics?? did you know i just wrote 1200 words for this ? strap in

34. meeting at a masquerade ball:

“I thought the point of these things is for rich people to give us money,” Anakin grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. He wants to reach up and adjust his mask but he can’t because last time he had, Padme had slapped his hands away and spent five minutes yelling at him under her breath about him ruining all of her hard work.

“It is,” Padme responds, smiling pleasantly at someone walking past. “The museum relies on these events to keep departments like yours funded well enough so that you can afford to go cavorting around the globe, exploring unstable ruins and giving me stress ulcers.”

“But don’t you think these guys won’t want to give us money if we can’t see their faces? I mean half the reason they do it is for the recognition.”

“Would it kill you to not think the worst of everyone, all the time?” she asks with a sigh as she turns to give him what he knows is a very judgmental stare from under her mask.

“I guess we’ll never know,” he responds immediately, uncrossing his arms just so he can reach up and fiddle with his mask. He keeps forgetting that he’s wearing it, it’s so light on his face. The black lace is sort of itchy, and it’s not really doing anything to actually hide his identity, but Padme had insisted. Padme had insisted on a lot of things tonight, most infuriating of them being that Anakin show up.

“I did not dress you in gold and black just so you could stand in the corner and complain, Anakin Skywalker. If I don’t see you out on the floor, making nice with potential donors in the next five minutes, I’m pulling your Peru trip.”

“Padme!” Anakin yelps. “You know that’s not--” but she’s gone in a whirl of blue fabric and Anakin is left alone to sulk. He snags a flute of champagne off of a passing tray and downs it in two swallows. Liquid courage as he moves out of his little alcove and into the main floor of the museum, turned into a proper ballroom for the evening.

He’d wanted to stay in tonight and do research for his next trip. He still needs to brush up on the language and customs, as well as relisten to audio clips one of his field interns had sent him yesterday. He’d had plans, Padme, and they did not involve being stuffed into a very stiff outfit that exposed more of his chest than he was comfortable exposing around his coworkers, Padme.

He smiles painfully at the coworkers he recognizes and wonders if he can just talk to them instead, if Padme would notice. She probably would. And with the Peru trip on the line, he can’t afford to play around here.

One more champagne flute. And then he’ll talk to a stranger. Is he getting paid to be here?

He looks around despairingly for a waiter, but they all seem to have unanimously decided to leave him high and dry, emphasis on the dry.

“Ah, good evening,” a voice says to his right and Anakin temporarily abandons his search in order to have what is going to be a very tedious and hopefully brief conversation.

Plans, Padme. He’d had plans.

And they had most certainly not involved impeccably groomed older men dressed in dark navy three-piece suits, holding out a glass of champagne to him. The man’s mask cut diagonally across his face, exposing one steel blue eye, a defined cheekbone and a jawline almost entirely hidden by a neatly trimmed beard.

Anakin accepts the flute almost as if in a dream. “Hi,” he says dazedly.

“You seemed to be looking for one of these,” the man says in a crisp British accent, gesturing with his own glass to the one in Anakin’s hand.

“I--yeah. Yes. Thank you.”

The man smiles at him as if charmed. Maybe the man has terribly low standards in conversational partners.

“I like your. Outfit.” Anakin says, which sounds very stilted but it’s also much better than what he first thought of saying, which is that he liked the way that the man’s shirt was unbuttoned just far enough to expose his collarbone to Anakin’s very greedy eyes.

“I wish I had had something in my wardrobe more worthy of the compliment,” the man responds, falling to stand next to him casually, as if settling in for a long chat.

Anakin’s plans for the night are rapidly shifting and changing before his very eyes. He’s not even mad about it anymore.

“You don’t work here,” he means to ask, but it comes out sounding much more like a statement. He takes a sip of his drink to fortify himself.

“Do I look so out of place?” The man, thankfully, laughs.

“No, no,” Anakin says quickly, and then even faster, “I just would have remembered you.”

One eyebrow raises in something like amusement, and Anakin wants to die. “Oh, you would have, would you?”

He’s not going to answer that. He’s already said enough. More than enough. Too much.

“You’re right, of course. I’m a writer. But I do spend much of my free time here.”

“A writer?”

“Oh yes, science fiction mostly but I’ve found the best science fiction novels take inspiration from our own world.”

“Anything I’ve heard?”

“Quite possibly,” the man nods, taking a sip of his own champagne. “I like to think I’ve done well for myself.”

Oh, so this man’s a donor. He almost wants to look around for Padme, to make sure she’s paying attention to him, but that would mean looking away from the man in front of him, and he doesn’t want to do that at all.

“And you?” the man asks.

“I’m an archaeologist. And archivist with the museum,” Anakin says, trying to think about how to phrase what he does without boring the man. It’s happened too often before with people Anakin’s interested in: they’ll ask him about his job and he’ll talk for so long that by the end of it, he’s single-handedly killed any hopes for a second date.

Not that this is a date or anything remotely like a date. But the principle is the same.

The man’s eyes have lit up, however. “That sounds absolutely fascinating. I would love to hear more.”

“You--you would?” Anakin asks, wrong-footed.

“Absolutely, darling,” the man says, the endearment gliding off of his tongue.

“It’s Anakin,” Anakin says, blushing a furiously bright red.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep by call--”

“It’s fine! That was fine, don’t apologize, please. Just. In case you wanted to know. My name.”

The man smiles then, and it’s beautiful. “It just so happens that I did want to know your name, Ahna-kin. And mine is Obi-Wan, but why should we stop at names? There’s so much more I’d like to know about you.”

“Yeah?” Anakin asks, feeling brave enough to put his hand on Obi-Wan’s--Obi-Wan’s--arm gently. “Like what?”

Obi-Wan covers his hand with his own. His fingertips are rough, or maybe Anakin’s feeling particularly sensitive at the moment. “Everything.”