#these past couple of weeks have been kicking my butt

[sleepymarimo]

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DCxDP Week 2023 Day 1

Day 1: John Constantine | Found Family | Oops

Continued in Day Two

John opened the door to the House of Mystery, ready to stumble over to the beaten-up couch in the living room and knock out for the next couple of hours. Unfortunately, it was occupied. 

“Billy, who’s this?” John asked, pointing at the black-haired tyke he didn’t recognize. Billy barely managed to peel his eyes away from the telly. 

“Oh, this is Dani.” He went quiet, engrossed in staring at the static snow dancing across the screen. 

John settled himself down on the other side of Billy, looking at the telly himself. 

“I helped him out with a thing,” the girl offered. She had considerably less trouble than Billy looking away from the telly.

“A thing?”

“A demon, I think. Doesn’t matter to me, just kick their butt all the same.”

John looked at her for a quiet moment, before nodding. “Makes enough sense to me. I’m headed up to bed. Make sure Billy doesn’t stay up too late watching the football match or whatever you’ve got on there.”

He stood, stretched, and left the room. He could feel the weight of Dani’s eyes on his back until he was out of sight.

When he woke up the next morning, Billy was sound asleep in bed. Dani was gone.

She showed back up in his kitchen about two days later, munching on his Bat-O’s.

“Looking for Billy?” John asked. 

“Uah.” She said, mouth full of cereal. John made his own bowl. 

“He’s off-world. Got a mission.”

“Oh. I was hoping to get some help with this.” She plopped a really, really cursed amulet on the kitchen counter between them. 

John sighed. “Can this please wait until after coffee? I’ll show you where we put the evil necklaces after.”

Dani let out a small gasp “necklace jail for naughty necklaces…” before returning to her cereal. 

The girl does have the decency to let John finish his coffee. She’s also kind enough not to comment on the absolute mess that is their “artifact jail” as she put it.  After depositing the necklace, she walks with John back to the entrance, where she pauses, before turning to look at him. 

“I really like House. She’s very welcoming.” She says, before leaving. 

There’s a weight to her words that reveals that she means something far more than just what she said. However, John’s JLD pager has been going off for the past 5 minutes, so he figures whatever she meant is a problem for future John.

He doesn’t see her for a few months, and almost forgets about her. He’s on his way home from the pub, trudging through the filthy snow and trying to ignore the Christmas music blaring out of the stores. He pushes past couples and groups, heading out on his own. There’s a display of tellies, blaring some ad from some American mogul about the morals of the holiday and why they mean you should spend money on his company.

His eyes are drawn to a small figure staring at the TVs solemnly. He’s about to continue on his way, not wanting to get involved, but blue eyes snap to his.

“Er…Darla was it?”

“Dani, Mr. Constantine”

They’re silent for a bit, watching each other. Dani has clearly been crying, but John figures she doesn’t want attention brought to it.

“Enjoying the holiday?” he settles on.

She glances at the telly, watching the ad for VladCo drone on.

“My brother hates Christmas” she says, before going quiet again. John’s getting cold, even if Dani doesn’t seem to be suffering from it.

“It’s bloody freezing out here. Come on, let’s go to House where it’s warm and I have some cocoa.”

After he invited her back, she tended to come by more. She always came with an excuse, whether it was an artifact she thought would be safer with him, or looking for research materials. He was pretty sure she usually came to either hang out with Billy or him, even if it’d be just sitting together in silence.

Billy asked if John was planning on inviting Dani to stay permanently, then showed him a new room that popped up in House. John’s first thought was of what Dani told him so long ago.

His second thought was that it wouldn’t be bad to have her move in. If she wanted of course.

John was having trouble bringing it up to her, despite Billy’s needling. Everytime he started, he chickened out. Even now, they were sitting on the couch together, and Dani was regaling him about an adventure she had in Egypt involving a sentient cat statue, some pompous anthropologist, and a papaya. He was trying to pay attention, but was too busy stressing out about asking if she’d want the room.

“--You should have seen his face, Dad! He didn’t even see that coming!” She laughed, loud and hearty. John tensed. She petered off when she realized he wasn’t laughing with her.

“John?”

“...you called me ‘Dad’”...”

Her face paled. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean… of course you wouldn’t–” John put his hand on her head, trying to stop her freakout.

“Dani, I wanted to ask–”

She burst into tears before he could continue. “It’s just, my dad didn’t want me, so why would you? I’m just a failed copy–” John pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back in an attempt to soothe her.

“Dani, it’s fine. Hey, it’s fine. “ He just kept repeating that until she stopped sobbing and hugged him back. After a few beats when it looked like she wasn’t going to stir, he took a look to find she had cried herself to sleep. Figuring there was nothing else for it, he scooped her up, and tucked her in the bed in the room House had made for her.

He stayed up through the night and into the morning, too worried Dani would wake up and decide to leave. Then he’d have to expend a lot of energy to track her down. Thankfully, it didn’t come to that. She trudged down the stairs after Billy, who had come home late last night.

The two made an odd sight, Billy clearly ecstatic that Dani had stayed, and Dani looking nervous, and at anything but Constantine.

John pointed at the table. “Sit, I’ll make us some bangers and eggs.”

They sat, and thankfully Billy took pity on John and broke the silence. “How did you like your room? House made it forever ago! Uncle John’s just been too much of a coward to let you know before.”

Dani cautiously answered his questions, and the two fell in to their own conversation while John finished making breakfast and served everyone.

After they finished breakfast, Billy swept up everyone’s dishes, and out the door. “Bye Uncle John, Bye Dani! I’ll see you after monitor duty!”

John and Dani sat in silence for a bit, while she picked at a notch in the table. John took a swig of coffee, wishing it was something a bit stronger.

“My mum died giving birth to me. Growing up, my da did not let me forget that her life was on my hands. It was a shit upbringing, and it burns me to think about. Took Lucifer Morningstar giving him a talking to before anything changed. But despite all that, my da’s issues with me and my birth say nothing of my worth as a person.”

Dani was looking at him now, taking his words in. She scrunched her nose a bit, before breaking into a smile. “You know Lucifer?”

John snorts. “Yeah. Lovely bloke. Likes divesting people of their kidneys.”

She laughed at that, before quieting down. She glanced at him, then back at the table. She took a deep breath in.

“My dad’s name is Vlad Masters…”

“Okay, you can come in my house, but don’t touch anything you don’t recognize. The whole house is magic, and you don't have a good track record with it.” John said, opening the door to the House of Mystery.

Batman and the Flash came in after him. “How long will it take you to find the information on what’s threatening the Watchtower?” Flash asked

John pointed at the couch, indicating they should sit. Almost by habit, he disregarded Dani, who was sitting in the uglier armchair with a bowl of popcorn, watching her static-show again.

Neither Batman nor Flash moved to sit on the couch, both staring at Dani.

“Why’s there a kid here?” Flash asked, waving a hand to indicate Dani.

“It’s called the House of Mystery, lot of mysteries here.” John muttered. Dani immediately followed up with “You’re just jealous because I was willingly invited, you whore.”

She threw a piece of popcorn at Batman, who just stared at her.

“Don’t try to fistfight either of them, Dani. You two– wait here and I’ll bring the research materials.”

John quickly found all the books that might pertain to space vampires, before returning to the living room. The static program had been switched to a documentary on the Nazca Lines, and now Dani was chucking popcorn pieces at Flash, who was catching them in his mouth.

He plopped the books he found on the wobbly coffee table, and Batman pulled out the photo taken from the Watchtower security tapes.

Dani peered over his shoulder. In a small voice, she said “That’s Vlad…”

John glared warningly at Batman and Flash, before softening his glance and looking at Dani. “You sure?”

She nodded, sticking close to John’s back. 

John turned to Batman and Flash. “Looks like he’s a ghost. Current Watchtower defenses should be able to keep him out, but if you don’t mind, I think I’d like to add something a little extra to make sure the bas-punk’s life is a little worse.”

 Batman looked at John for a moment, before taking a quick glance at Dani. “When you have the defenses prepared, let me know. I’ll meet you on the Watchtower so we can get everything installed.”

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A/N:

Got a bit tired at the end here, thinking about continuing it with another of the days. But in any case, just left it open-ended for more Constantine + Dani shenanigans.

[ditzyredrobin]

Shrike Chapter 2

And the long awaited chapter 2! I am so sorry for the late posting—it’s been kind of a crazy couple of weeks. Good news! Chapter 3 is close to complete.

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The night Batman and Nightwing were captured by Two-Face, Tim’s parents were on a dig in Northern Peru. Mayocumbe, if he remembered correctly. They were on a tour through South America, studying petroglyphs and other artifacts from ancient civilizations.

He never wanted to come between Batman and Robin, it wasn’t his place. Dick and Jason had been chosen, but Batman and Robin were two sides of the same coin (sorry, Harvey).

Without one, the other had a tendency to swing out of balance, they needed the other's gravity to stay in orbit and right now Bruce needed a Robin.

If Dick wasn’t going to do it, someone had too.

“I don’t know who you are,” Batman spat, forcibly striping him of his domino. “But you’re not my Robin. There is no more Robin!”

Tim stood there, holding up his hands, arms quivering because he had just held up a massive wooden beam for Batman and Nightwing to escape the wreckage of Two-Face’s house. He had just punched Two-Face and narrowly missed having his butt kicked and saved them.

“Batman, I only wanted to help because I care about you—I care about Robin.” Tim pleaded. “Bruce, please, listen to me.

“What did you say?” Uh-oh.

Tim swallowed hard around the tightness in his throat. Well, he didn’t mean to drop the “B” word just yet. “I know you’re Bruce Wayne and I know Nightwing is actually Dick Grayson. And…and I know what happened to Jason Todd.”

Bruce went rigid, a white line forming along his jaw. He didn’t know what he expected after revealing his idol's identities but Batman looking like he wanted to punch him wasn’t it.

Tim looked at Nightwing hanging weakly onto Bruce, but Nightwing wasn’t looking at him, in fact he seemed to be doing anything to avoid looking at the kid dressed up like his dead brother. Tim flushed and his eyes felt hot with embarrassment.

“Let’s go.” Batman snapped, jerking his head towards the only exit out of the rubble. “It’s not safe here for a civilian.”

A civilian. Right.

Tim followed Batman and Nightwing as they limped to meet Alfred who was waiting. “Sir, thank heavens Timothy helped free you.” He sounded relieved but frowned at the expression on Batman’s face. “Sir, you should have seen him confront Two-Face, you would have been proud. His instincts and acrobatic abilities are astounding-”

“What are you trying to do?” Bruce said, cutting him off. “What were you thinking, bringing him here? One boy has already died wearing that costume, I’m not taking that risk a third time.”

Alfred opened his mouth to speak but Tim beat him to it. “I never thought of becoming Robin. But with your training I can do it. Batman has to have a Robin.

“No.”

“But sir-”

“No, Alfred, and that’s final. Where is that written in stone? There’s no need for there to be a Robin-”

“Then is there for a Batman?” Alfred asked.

“That’s different and you know it.” Batman said sharply. “This isn’t something that is up for discussion.”

“Batman, please, it’s hard for me to say this—but since Jason died, everyone’s noticed how you’re…changed. I mean, how many times have you been hurt in these past few months?”

“So, for my sake, I should put some child in danger?”

“What? No, that not it-”

“This isn’t up for discussion.” Bruce said dismissing anything else he had to say--which was a lot “What I do is dangerous and I have no interest in discussing this further. Harvey is still free.”

Robin wasn’t just a uniform--It was a symbol, just as much as Batman, or Superman or the police. When one officer dies, another steps up to take his place because crime didn’t end, and justice could not be stopped. But, Bruce turned away.

“Sir, I really think-”

“Alfred, enough, take him home. We tracked Harvey here to his home. I don’t know where he’s gone but we don’t have much time. Nightwing, are you up for finding Harvey or do you need to go back with Alfred and the boy?”

Tim didn’t flinch. He definitely didn’t flinch.

Nightwing shook his head, again, very pointedly looking at anything, anyone, that wasn’t Tim red faced and dressed in Robin’s costume and Tim felt another little part of his soul shatter. Dick Grayson, his hero, his idol, his Robin couldn’t even look at him. “Do you really think I’d let you go this alone? I’m with you, Bruce.”

Batman grunted in response, turning to the Batmobile.

Alfred placed a reassuring hand on Tim’s shoulder, squeezing. “Before you go, I believe Timothy has something that may serve as some assistance on tracking down Mr Dent’s whereabouts.”

Right, the tracker.

Tim nodded slowly, watching for Bruce’s reaction. “I slipped a tracking beacon on him while we were fighting. You’ll just have to follow his signal.”

Bruce, for a long moment, looked like he was struggling to come up with a response, opening his mouth once, before closing it again. He frowned and sighed. “...Good job, Tim.”

At any other point in his life a good job from Batman of all people (seriously Batman), would have been a dream come true. I mean, it was Batman, the Dark Knight, savior of Gotham, but all he could do was look down at his green pixie boots, and try to not cry.

He wasn’t going to cry—he couldn’t cry.

He didn’t expect there to be a reward. Really, he didn’t know what he expected, but this wasn’t it. Never meet your idols, kids.

Nightwing and Batman took off in the Batmobile, Dick still not heeding him any attention, and Alfred walked him back to the dark green Rolls-Royce parked around the corner from the scene.

That night, Batman and Nightwing put Two-Face back in Arkham, and Tim learned two things:

2) Never meet your heroes

AND

1) Bat’s weren’t all they are chalked up to be.

So, waking up in the home of your once childhood idol, was not his definition of a good time.

[canirove]

Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 29

Author's note: And we've made it to the last chapter! 😞 Thank you very much to everyone who has read this story and for all the likes, reblogs and comments. They mean a lot! 💜 Especially since this story and June and Ben as a couple have become one of my favourites. Hope you like this chapter, and again, thank you very much for the support! 🫶🏻

Update: Don't forget to check the bonus chapters! 👀👇🏻

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Masterlist

"I can't believe we've made it to the final. I still have to pinch myself!"

"Like this?" Ben said, squeezing June's butt cheek.

"Chilwell!" she laughed.

"You said you had been pinching yourself."

"It was in a manner of speaking, you idiot" she replied, twisting his nipple.

"Hey!" he complained. "Though that was welcomed."

"Does it turn you on when I pinch your nipple?" June smirked, moving to look him in the eyes.

"No. I mean, a bit… But no. That isn't what I meant."

"Then?" 

"I have to pinch myself too because I can't believe this is real. Us being together" he said, caressing her cheek. "I still feel like any moment now I'm gonna wake up at the hospital after a crisis and that all this has been a dream. The best of my life, but just a dream."

"It isn't a dream, Chilwell. It is very real. This" she said, kissing his nose "is very real. And so is this" she continued, kissing both his cheeks. "And this" she whispered before leaving a soft kiss on his lips. "But if all that still feels like something from a dream, feel this" she said, taking his hand and putting it on her chest. "Feel the way my heart is beating. I had forgotten it was possible for it to go this fast for someone. Because of someone. I thought that after being broken in a million pieces, it would not be able to go back to what it used to be, that it could not be fixed, healed. Able to love again. And then you came into my life with your stupid facts and…"

"I love you, June" Ben interrupted her. 

"I hadn't finished my speech, Chilwell" she replied, rolling her eyes. "But I lo…" 

"Chilly, are you there?" Andrew said, knocking on his room's door.

"You've got to be kidding me" June groaned, resting her forehead on Ben's chest.

"Quite busy right now!" he replied, raising  his voice so Andrew could hear him.

"Well, wrap it up! We have some last minute things to film."

"Now?"

"Yes, now. See you downstairs in five" Andrew said before leaving.

"Duty calls."

"Duty can go to hell" June said while hugging him as tight as she could.

"Just three more days, June. Three days and we will be lying in the sun on a tropical island, just the two of us, celebrating that you are a World Cup winner."

"That does sound like a dream" she chuckled. "But if we win, it won't be three days. Because we will have to fly back, then we will have all the celebrations, the official visits…"

"Ok, fine. A week. A week and we will be together without no one bothering us."

"That's more like it" she smiled. "Now go shower before Andrew comes back and kicks the door down. I should probably get going too, I want to do some yoga before dinner."

"Wasn't everything we've done enough for today's workout?" Ben smirked.

"For my cardio, yes. But I want to stretch and keep my flexibility."

"I like your flexibility."

"I know" June replied, matching his smile. "Now go."

"Yes, ma'am" he said, kissing her nose and making her giggle before leaving the bed. 

The moment he walked into the bathroom and she was alone, June had to pinch herself. And this time it wasn't in a manner of speaking. Because this was real. Everything she felt for Ben, everything that was going on with her career after her injury, all this happiness… It was all real. 

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"June, before you leave us, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for taking this trophy home, for the tournament every single one of you have given us, for how you've fought and made us enjoy watching football, but most importantly… Thank you for your hard work these past months. I know how tough it has been, that you've worked your ass off literally and figuratively to be here today. And it's all been because how much you love this sport and everyone involved. So thank you, June. Thank you."

"Aww, Andrew. Come here" she said, hugging him. "You've made me cry on live tv."

"Sorry" he chuckled. "But I've meant every word."

"I know" June smiled.

"Now whatever Chilly and I say is gonna sound stupid or worthless" Jacob laughed.

"It will" Ben chuckled, his eyes fixed on June. He was trying really hard to stay composed and not show his emotions too much. Again. 

When she had scored he had gone crazy, screaming and clapping until his hands hurt. Andrew and Jacob had gone as mad as he had, which thankfully had made his reaction less odd. But standing there in front of a camera, and once everyone had calmed down a bit and it was just happy faces everywhere you looked, he couldn't let his feelings take over him. He couldn't just kiss June and tell her how proud he was of her and of everything she had achieved even if the whole country knew that they were together. At least not yet. 

"Well, in that case, I think it's time we let June be free so she can keep celebrating with the girls" Andrew laughed.  

"There is something I must do before I go, tho" she said. 

"Oh, ok."

"Can you please hold this for us?" she asked Andrew, giving him her microphone and Ben's.

"Sure" he replied, not sure about what was going on.

"June…" Ben said. She was going to do something crazy. He could see it in her eyes, on the way she was looking at him.

"I love you too" she smiled before throwing herself at him, making him lose his balance a bit when she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. 

She had done it. She had finally told Ben that she loved him, and she had done it in front of the whole world to see, no one interrupting her this time. 

She was sure their kiss would be all over the internet in just a few minutes, that people who had never heard their names before would get to see it too. But she didn't care. Nothing else mattered. It was her and Ben, her lips on his. 

"Ok… That was unexpected" Jacob said while June and Ben kept kissing.

"Was it?" Andrew chuckled, more cameras and people with phones starting to surround them, all of them wanting to immortalise the moment.

"You are fucking crazy, Maxwell" Ben laughed when they managed to stop kissing.

"It's your lips, Chilwell. They were made to be kissed I can't help myself."

"And what you said before kissing me?"

"What about it?"

"Did you mean it?"

"With every fiber in my body. I love you, Ben Chilwell."

"I love you too, June Maxwell" he smiled before kissing her again, more and more people surrounding them while Andrew and Jacob tried to protect them, to give them some privacy. 

After so many years of being heartbroken, of thinking she would never be able to love again, June had found herself falling head over heels for someone with also a broken heart. Ben's was physically and hers was emotionally, but they had somehow healed the other. 

It hadn't been easy, definitely a bumpy ride. But neither of them would change it for anything in the world. 

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[ateezivy]

brutal

( 2022 )

ivy enjoyed finding new ways to express herself, hair dyeing, tattoos, clothing, anything and everything. ever since she was born she had been getting piercings, but strictly on her ears only. this is because she never really wanted anything else, not to mention her mom was completely against it. but for the past two years, there's one piercing she's just been craving.

"you want your belly button pierced?" hongjoong raised his eyebrows, not shocked by her request, more of confused. usually when the youngest member wants something, she never shuts up about it. yet she's sitting here begging her leader for a piercing that she's never shown any interest in until just now. "since when?"

"for like two years" she smiled and sat on the counter as seonghwa, mingi, and wooyoung made everyone dinner. usually the oldest member would scold her for having her butt on the counter, but she was in a spot that wouldn't have any food on it, so he gave up.

"has she told you about this?" hongjoong asked mingi as he stood there stirring something, the leader was in too much confusion to worry about food at the moment.

"yeah," the rapper shrugs, "she always points them out whenever she sees them"

seonghwa and wooyoung look at mingi confused now, she never mentioned that to them. has she?

"okay, not fair, he picks up on everything." wooyoung pouts and waves a knife around, earning a look from hongjoong.

"put that down before you hurt someone"

"hong, please" she begged, putting her leader attention back on her. hongjoong sighs and walks closer to her, "you know it's not up to me, ji"

the captain walks out of the kitchen, grabbing his water and tapping on ivy's knee as he leaves. the girl grumbles and slouched her shoulders. she knows if she asks their manager he would have to go to the higher-ups who will have to review the contract and consult with the ceo. asking permission for things like visible tattoos and piercings can be a week long process, a very brutal process.

"you have to ask the managers, angel" mingi chuckles and kisses her head as he reaches for plates in one of the cupboards. the girl huffs, going through the hassle of it all is just ridiculous. such a long process for something so simple.

"just get it" wooyoung shrugs and throws veggies into a pan. mingi and ivy look at him like he was crazy. seonghwa rolled his eyes and carried on, he figured woo would speak up about it.

"if you still want me out of the group just tell me" she joked with a pout and crossed arms. the older snickered and rolled his eyes at her, "they won't kick you out for a piercing, they know better than to do that."

seonghwa felt like he had to speak up now "yah," he said, pointing his chopsticks at the younger "don't encourage bad behavior!"

mingi looks back over at his girlfriend, seeing she's really thinking about it. her gaze meets his, asking him what to do with just a simple look. his shrug and head tilt isn't enough, "it's up to you, your body." seonghwa threw his hands up in the air, giving up and returning to cooking.

"you think it'd look good?" she asked both the boys. wooyoung eagerly nodded.

"obviously" mingi scoffed.

"oppa~" ivy called out to seonghwa, teasing him as he pretends like they aren't there. "keep me out of this, olivia"

ivy barges into wooyoungs room the next day, laying down on his bed as her plays video games, "you're going with me to get my piercing on tuesday" she stated nonchalantly. wooyoung did a little happy dance before high-fiving the girl who giggled with him like a couple of teenagers at a slumber party.

tuesday came up and the two somehow snuck out of the dorm without any questions, they told them they were going shopping and everyone nodded, surprisingly not asking for anything while they're out. and because they wanted to keep it that way, they booked it out of the dorms.

"nervous?" wooyoung smiled at the girl who was laying down on the reclined seat, the piercer had to leave the room real quick to get something.

"a little, will you hold my hand" she giggled nervously, holding her hand out. the older smiles back and puts his hand in hers "i always do" he says as the piercer walks into the room with everything she needs. she smiles at the two and sets everything up on the table, making sure to talk ivy out of her nerves.

"okay, ready?"

"you got it?" hongjoong raised his voice, seeing ivy standing in the living room with her sweats and cropped shirt showing off her new bling.

"if i told you it was fake would you believe me?" she smiled innocently at her leader who held an stern look on his face. "okay, well you get piercing without asking all the time." she argued

hongjoong let out a sigh and looked back down at the piercing "whatever, but you're explaining this to the managers and ceo, not me." he knows he's probably going to explain it to them because she hates confrontation, but he's going to make her think that she has to do it as punishment. "it doesn't look bad at all, just keep it clean"

mingi and seonghwa walked into the living room seeing the dazzling jewelry almost immediately "woah" the oldest member says, he knew she wanted it, but he didn't think she would want it that badly...

"you actually got it?" mingi laughed a little.

"yep, didn't even hurt"

wooyoung scoffed from the couch "she cried."

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[helixobesity]

Hi henlo!! Life update time super quick!

Sorry haven’t responded to asks, seasonal depression has been kinda kicking my butt over the past few weeks now but I’m so ready for the fall

Also got a work promotion so it’s been sucking up more of my free time but I promise I still have seen everything and I’ll get to it all at some point <3

Also!! Ok so once again hypothetically if I started streaming on twitch would anyone be interested in that?

This is a couple things I was thinking of but I’m down for suggestions!

[luxurychristmaspudding]

I'm in love with these book covers! Seeing them made me yearn for one for Touch, to sit alongside Listen and Watch. Do you think you'll return to that series? Love all your gorgeous, lush writing, but seeing those covers today made me go back and revisit that story today and revel in all its hotness.

well hi there nonnie!!

this is a lovely little compliment to open up today!!! come here, do you want a cup of tea? i wanna show you something.

the truth is, maybe i did make one two for touch (i also made some others for a few wips that aren't published yet!). here they are for your perusal-

as for the wip itself, i've only floated ideas around for it in the last couple of weeks. listen was only ever supposed to be a one shot, and there have been points where leaving it with watch was what i was going to do. but it does feel like there's more to tell (and do hehe).

i found watch really hard to write, so i'm reluctant to force touch in case it's just a bit shit and disappoints lovely people like yourself. i'd like to have it done before listen's birthday, so ya know. maybe pop back in in november and see how it's going 😉

thank you for your kind words my love, and thank you for being so sweet and gentle in your asking! i really appreciate that. life has been kicking my butt as of late, so things like this really make me smile ❤️

oh fuck hang on hahaha, i have this for you, too.

nsfw. piv and anal (m receiving).

You can feel him, cock slick with cum behind you, twitching and hardening against the sweating skin of your lower back. His thighs spread wide around your hips, caged in, strong, his thick arms banded around your belly, one hand gently cupping a breast, stroking a thumb over your nipple. His stubbly chin tucked against the junction of your neck and shoulder, lips and breath and teeth catching gently over the skin there. You’d be a mess from the sensation of him alone, you’re sure. All breathy moans and feet tucked around his ankles, trying to mould his skin with yours. Head knocking back against his shoulder, begging him to touch you somewhere else, to give you more - You would be, if you couldn’t feel them everywhere. Santi holds you tight, grounded against the tidal pull of Frankie above you. His fucked out brown eyes flicking between your own blown out pupils and the wanton stare of Pope as he fucks into you. The slow, heavy, drag of his cock, the stretch you’ve gotten so used to in the days Joel and Santiago have been away. Santi even stops his murmuring to listen to the obscene sound of Frankie fucking you open, his hand skating down your belly to spread your sex wider with two fingers. He laughs into your neck as Frankie follows the movement with his eyes, his hips stuttering, breath catching. ‘Mira eso,’ Pope growls, pressing a kiss to your neck as his fingers start to move firmly against your clit. You moan out into the room, and Frankie squeezes his eyes shut, stopping entirely as you clench around him, his stomach jumping, a hand flying to your hip to squeeze harshly at the flesh there. You watch helplessly as his arms shake, as he bites his lip, as he whimpers, curses, moans brokenly.  Joel chuckles behind him, moving closer, the sound of rough skin on soft as he skates a palm up Frankie’s back, his eyes tracing the line of the younger man’s spine. Frankie gasps again, hips jumping, jamming further into you as you both moan and whine in time with each other. Through your writhing, you’re distantly aware that the noises Frankie is making, the way he pushes further into you must mean he’s being filled, and something in your belly jumps, flutters at the thought of what. Fingers, a plug, Joel. ‘Open your eyes,’ Santiago rasps over your shoulder, and Frankie’s lids snap open, wrecked. Breathing hard, a sweet flush high on his cheeks, sweat trickling down his temples. A little sob bubbles past your lips, hand trembling under Santi’s arms in an effort to reach for him as Joel peers over his shoulder.  ‘Good boy,’ he murmurs, ‘My good boy, my best girl. Ours, yeah, Santiago?’ The next movement is a blur, too much all at once for you to make sense of it. In a single second Joel pushes forward and forces Frankie closer to you, using his own weathered hands to force your thighs higher, wider, so he can fit behind him. Everything is warm, every inch of skin claimed, and you’re reeling so tight, struggling in Santi’s hold, so wet, so close to tears, you just want to touch, touch, touch - ‘Yeah,’ Pope coos, ‘All ours.’

[prismaticpichu]

‘Ello!

Brain has completely kicked me in the butt the past few days/week. I tend to call it emotional paralysis, heh, when my body and mind just literally give out on me. Couldn’t make it to class a few days, fell behind on work. Been a bit of a struggle to catch up, but I’ve finally and fortunately been getting my footing again. Brain’s finally putting on some band-aids, thank God.

Always keep fighting, folks. We can’t give up. Never. We got lives to live and we gotta live them. Sometimes days are hard, sometimes they suck and leave us aching and miserable. But the truth is that they pass. And if it is a bad week, that bad week will pass. If it is a bad month, it will pass. Just take it one day at a time. Focus on the small things, the small achievements. Take it hour by hour if you have to. Class by class, shift by shift- whatever you need to do. Because you know what? Getting through the day…? That’s an achievement. That is strength. And you are so much stronger than you think you are.

I don’t like to be too down here tho! That ain’t the vibes I want for this lil blog. So with that said, I hope y’all are having an absolutely amazing week so far <333 Am happy to report that I have written ~12K words in the past 3-4 days! Wooooo! Got a couple tests this week but then it’s HOLIDAY BREAK, PEOPLES!! ❤️

Will resume normal FF7 stupidity soon! Until then, wishing nothing but good vibes and a fantastic rest of your week!

[shadowbrn]

college & work have been kicking my butt but also this past weekend was draining because i went to wwe smack.down in buffalo ( with floor seats!!!!!!!! ) and then spent the next day in canada just because we could. i hope to try to get a lot of writing done in the next couple weeks bc my draft number is ... highkey scary.

i also started playing goth.am kni.ghts so that's also been absorbing my entire focus.

[skylarmoon71]

Castiel (Supernatural/Grimm) - Short Story - Chapter 6

It’s been about a year since the whole multiverse debacle. 

Diana has promised to avoid any potential spells that might blast you across the galaxy.

More like you threatened her.

For the while she’s keeping her nose out of your business.

It would be a lie to say you don’t miss Castiel. For the first few months it was easy to bury yourself in your work, pretend, but every now and then you’ll walked past the park and catch a couple smiling at each other, or you'll see some angel ornament in a window, or at the mall and your mind would rush back to his face, those eyes, his beautiful wings.

Sometimes it feels like a dream, one you wish you can jump back into, if nothing but to see him again.

Seated at your desk, you look down at your hand, the memory of the ruby string hanging off your pinky.

“Maybe things will change, you never know. We were able to go there, so maybe he can come here. It’s a possibility.”

You knew Diana just wanted to bring you some kind of comfort, but it’s foolish to hold onto that, yet you can’t seem to move on. A part of you still feels like there was a reason you ended up there. Surely you were meant to meet him for a reason other than just to shamelessly gawk at each other.

You ball your fists, closing the file in front of you. There’s no way you can focus on filling out paperwork.

Might as well call it a day.

~The Spice Shop~

“Diana, have you seen the-oh thank you you’re a lifesaver.” 

Rosalee smiled as the bottle of herbs she’d been looking for floated right into her hands. Diana was seated at the table, eyes focused on her text as she nodded.

Monroe walked in from the back room, Kelly right behind him.

“Diana being a nuisance again?” He poked.

“Says the guy that got his but handed to him by a kid last week.”

“He’s a really well trained intern.” Kelly snarked, rotating his shoulder.

“How is life at the FBI, still pining after that quirky tech analyst at Quantico?”

“I’ll have you know that I’m taking her out for dinner this week.” He looked pretty proud of himself. Rosalee and Monroe exchanged a smile just as the bell rang, alerting them that someone had entered the shop.

Diana smiled the moment she saw you.

“(Y/N), you’re back early.”

“Couldn’t focus, so I left a bit early. I’m surprised you’re here Kelly. Got your butt kicked again and came to get some herbs to soothe the pain.”

He sent you a blank look as Diana burst out laughing.

“That’s my cue to leave. I know you're both just jealous because I’m the favorite.”

“Yeah, the favorite pain in the ass.” You quipped.

He ruffled your hair before waving as he existed. No doubt to head back to DC. He’d probably stopped by to see your parents and ultimately came to check in on Rosalee and Monroe. At this point it’s almost a habit for all of you.

When the door closed behind you, Diana sent you a look. You quirk a brow.

“What’s with the look?”

“You’re wearing that expression again.”

“What expression?”

“The sad lovesick expression.”

You just roll your eyes.

“I feel like you say this every other week.”

“Only because you look like that every other week.”

You just shrug it off. You can lie and say that you aren’t in fact lovesick, but even without powers Diana would see through that.

“I’m heading home, just wanted to see Kelly before he left. I’ll see you.”

Monroe and Rosalee send you smiles and the second you’re out the door Diana lets out a heavy sigh.

“This sucks. I really wish I could just zap him back here for her.”

Rosalee looks sympathetic.

“I can’t imagine what she’s going through. “

“I know. I still have a hard time believing you guys actually saw an angel.” Monroe adds.

Diana hums, laying her face in her palm as she tries to think of ways to heal your aching heart.

You’ve learned by now that she’s not someone who gives up easily, that’s why it’s not even surprising when she texts you the following morning with some attachments to dating sites. You laugh.

She’s persistent, you’ll give her that.

“Burkhardt!”

The call from your captain draws your attention. He gestures you into his office and you do so.

“Captain, what’s the case?”

He smiles.

“No case, we finally got you a partner. Hopefully you won’t glare this one away.”

“The last guy kept hitting on me. He’s lucky all he got was a glare.”

You were really close to pushing him into oncoming traffic.

“Well, can’t exactly fault you for that. That was a fumble on my part but I think I’ve finally cracked the code. Kline!”

His yell rings through the precinct and you laugh as you turn, awaiting whoever you’ll be forced to pair up with. The first thing your eyes track is the familiar trench coat, then that signature blue tie.

When your eyes truly connect, it’s almost like that first time, that first introduction, you’re almost convinced that you’re hallucinating because you’ve lost count of how many times you pictured him walking through that door. Yet, this time, it’s not as vague as your daydreams.

This feels real.

“(Y/N) Burkhardt, this is Castiel Kline, he’s new, transferred all the way from Quantico. He’s an exceptional agent from what I’ve read. Try not to kill each other.”

He basically shoves you both out of the office and you stumble. Castiel reaches out, steadying you and the touch, it’s still hard to fathom.

“Is it..really you Castiel?”

He nods, a little smile making its way on his face.

“It’s great to see you again (Y/N).”

You have no words, so you just hug him and he returns it, inhaling deeply as if trying to commit it all to memory. You can’t imagine anything more amazing than being in his arms.

“No fraternizing on the job!!”

The shout from your captain has other officers in the background laughing and you can’t help but do the same. 

[skiesofkenopsiasystem]

I just got done doing a bit of a non-canon rp in a private server, this time with Boothill. It's a bit funny to me because I ended up having Boothill become moral support for a teen who wanted to become a hero but felt frustrated at himself for watching Boothill kick someone's butt and not act upon that to save the guy.

I don't talk about rp experiences that often here, but the reason I do so is because it reminded me of something...

I've been working in a fair these past couple of days. It's gonna end soon since it only lasts two weeks, but due to an incident two years ago on that same fair where I had to deal with a woman yelling racist stuff at me for letting her know that she couldn't be in the area I was keeping watch on, my headmates decided it was best that someone co-fronted with me as I was on the job in case if something happened again and I got overwhelmed.

One of those shifts was with Boothill and Wriothesley. I was kinda surprised at how much he kept an eye on me the whole time. I was about to panic? He immediately pulled me away and took over. I was thinking something bad? He quickly places his hands on my shoulders and shakes me to snap me out of it.

Him and Wriothesley together would anchor me to step back and rely on my co-workers if I couldn't handle people's arguing that well. And it baffles me because I don't even talk to Boothill that often. When did he become so protective in such a short period of time???

Whatever the case, I'm grateful to have them looking after me. I would have broken down then and there at my workplace if not for them helping me out. — The Kid

[the-night-that-feeds-if]

Soz for the lack of updates the past couple days :3

I started meds and they're making really tired lmao

I still have some asks to answer, and the mc x maddock x TH story to write.

I was working on some coding this week as well.

Imma start writing the poly flash fiction soon, get some progress done, get back to the asks and then write some more of the story. Coding has been kinda kicking my butt so I gotta do some reading and figure out how to do what I wanna do.

[disneyprincemuke]

I was scrolling through your profile to see what have you been up to recently (I’ve been offline for Easter) and saw you talking about your dissertation.

Do you mind if I ask what are you studying? Also, how are you graduating already if you started in 2022?? Really curious.

In exchange, I will tell you what I study, even if you didn’t ask 🤪.. I’m doing law, but law has been kicking my butt for the last year and a half, and has been stealing all of my motivation to write. As of right now, I am also behind on lectures (cause I went home for Easter and skipped a week).. so life has been going great!!

Looking forward to read more of your posts, and I loved the cameo with Roo (have not read that series yet but will get to it, even if you remain my favorite)

- 🪸

oh! of course! right now, i'm taking a degree in marketing with a private university that's partnered with an overseas university... i'm not sure why or how it works either, but private universities in my country often tend to offset general modules, so you're actually just focusing on modules that matter for your particular course... i think because i'm a diploma holder for events management and have prior education with marketing, i'm only taking 2 years instead of 3 because i don't need to take the intro to marketing courses!

also because i've literally been studying marketing since i was 18 and i'm 23 now and if i have to listen to some lecturer yap about the marketing mix again in different words, i might just go to the aquarium and jump into a tank full of sharks

and omg! i'm already struggling with something as hehe haha like marketing, i seriously cannot imagine studying law at all huhuhu but so real on being behind lectures (i went to mine just to read fics btw)

and omg thank you?? my posts have been kinda less these past couple of days because up to now, past my submission deadline, i'm still fighting for air LMFAO

[seenoversundown]

Haven’t seen you on the dash in a couple of days, hope you’re okay! 🩷 I’m missing Sam & Willa 🤭

oh my gosh you’re so sweet 🥹💜 the past couple weeks have been a little rough! (Work and seasonal depression are kicking my butt) BUT I’m diligently working on Sam & Willa’s next chapter 🥰 and I think you’ll love it.

I do have a couple one shots that I never posted that I can always toss one up this week, if you’d like 🤭

[paldean-ranger-brandy]

📼

//I don't think there are a lot of actual videos of baby Brandy, so have a like. Lil piece of fiction.

[We see Brandy sitting under a large tree, she appears to be around 8 years old. Sitting around, on, and over her is a plethora of wild pokemon, predominantly bug types. While it's difficult to see through the thick canopy overhead, the angle and shade of the few beams of sunlight that manage to breach through the gaps in the leaves tell us that the sun is close to setting. In Brandy's lap there is a small pile of berries and vegetables that she seems to have foraged from the surrounding area.

"Okay, I got lots of stuff this time so we can eat as much as we want." She talks idly to the bugs surrounding her as she begins to distribute the food among them, every now and again leaning back to throw some of it up into the trees to the pokemon sitting higher up on the branches. "I know it's just fruits and veggies for now, but I promise I'll get better at hunting soon."

She reaches out to pat a nearby wurmple on the head, who responds by arching it's back to stab at her with its tail.

"Ouch!" She quickly withdraws her hand, sucking on the small wound for a moment while looking thoughtfully at the wurmple. "Sorry, I didn't know you don't like head pats. Can we still be friends?" The wurmple responds with a small huff, but picks up its meal to move closer to Brandy while it eats. "Oh, good."

******************************

It's a few weeks later, and Brandy is dragging her feet across the suspension bridge attaching the treetop house she lives in towards the make-shift "school" in Fortree City. A couple of children her age run past her, making the bridge shake wildly and forcing Brandy to grip the guide ropes to keep her balance. After they pass her the two children stop their running.

"Dude, I'm totally gonna kick your BUTT after class today. My mom finally let me catch a pokemon and it's way stronger than that stupid treeko of yours." The smaller child brags, pulling out a shiny new pokeball to show his friend.

"Pfft, yeah right, as if your mom would ever let you get a pokemon." The other retorts.

"It's true." The first child is indignant, and releases a pokemon from the pokeball in his hand. Brandy recognizes the wurmple that stung her a few weeks ago. She had been wondering where it went.

The boy picks the wurmple up, shoving it in his friend's face. "See? A real life pokemon. Wayyy cooler than yours!"

"Ugh, whatever dude." The second child tries to shove the wurmple away, pushing against its face to try and put some space between them.

"It doesn't like that." Brandy pipes up. Her voice is shaky, and she continues clutching the rope as she speaks. "I-I saw it in the wild, and it stung me when I tried to pet its head."

The two friends are clearly annoyed at her interruption. "Yeah, I know. I trained it out of stingin' people. Y'know, like a trainers s'pose to."

"But-but," Brandy's eyebrows furrow, and she struggles to find her words. "But even if you make it stop stinging, it still doesn't like pets."

The first boy is clearly getting angry. "Well, he ain't wild anymore! He's my pokemon, and he doesn't get to just sting people willy-nilly." He is either ignorant to or ignoring Brandy's actual statement. He returns wurmple to the pokeball, then yanks his friend by the arm. "C'mon, let's get to class."

The two friends leave. Brandy stays clutching the rope for a while longer, her young mind struggling to figure out why the interaction made her so uneasy.]

[destinylightsup-2006]

My Flaws/Emo Inside

(*Sighs...*)

Okay.

This isn't to seek anybody's attention.

But. For this year, I hadn't been so motivated on doing my art, or bothered to be speaking to anybody after things in my situation had gone up and down. I've been an emo for weeks everyday almost, but what's kicking me off is that I kept losing a couple of good friends like Zero Experience and RedHeartSunset. Sure I may have been desparate over trying to tell them about the people's actions from last year, but it doesn't help how much I warned them after giving them another chance and then sooner or later I lose to them. RedHeartSunset blocked me and Marta because the same way Hatari kicked her out because we were on a different side.

After. I use to try and help and make someone understand what's really going wrong about a certain person who has fave butt fetish out of women, and even minors, I was literally just like Juan Jose who is a harbinger to send out the warning like he tries to warn Rosie about other people while she's friends with. But... I guess enough is enough for Rosie because I know how much she's went enough flaws while I was with her time by time, but it's a shame after she told me, Jayson (even though I'm officially done with him) and Juan Jose to leave her alone, then I decided to leave her be anyway.

Because I'm always feeling a deep down emo inside after losing a couple of good people who I use to be with. Especially seeing how they fall bad, turning against at me, and overall, feeling useless to try and help them when I was desparate to get them to understand.

But nevermind, they never understand me anyway.

I know I've done a couple of bad things in my past, but at least I learned my lesson. But. This isn't gonna change anything because I was too worried for overthinking things that gave me flaws.

Even when I had genuinely done a couple of bad things I don't wanna talk about it anymore.