#this is really hot. And he was like oh it's just kinda hot and just ate his tacos like normal and I was like wh-

[embbarnes]

This took me so long I'm so sorryyyyy. I meant to do this like, last week. I've just been busy prepping for my new addition lol.

I adored this one, you did such a good job writing him and I think this is one of my fav Logan fics from you!

Like always my thoughts and such are below the cut ~

He hates how commercialized the holiday is thanks to the multi-billion dollar corporations that fill department stores with trinkets the second that Christmas is over. He hates all of the pressure and unrealistic expectations that come with planning the perfect date. And as much as he hates to admit it to himself, he hates that it's a stark reminder that he's just as alone in this universe as he had been in the last one.

My first thought was yes, I feel this hard.

He'd never admit it aloud, but just maybe the fact that he can’t keep his thoughts from straying to a specific next door neighbor certainly doesn’t help. He hates to use the word crush at his grown age, but he can’t really think of a better word for it. If it’s not a crush, why else would he be wondering what your plans are for this evening? Why else would he feel the unmistakable, undeniable twinge of jealousy when he thinks of the mere possibility of you spending your night in the arms of someone other than him?

I love a jealous Logan. I love the neighbor trope so much too, it was one I never really thought about until reading your fics.

“Oh, no. Not a date,” you correct him quickly with a bashful grin. “Well, maybe. Is it considered a date if I’m dining by myself?” “You’re going to dinner by yourself?” Logan asks, unable to hide the surprise in his tone. “Looking like that?”

Ay ay ay...Logan, don't judge. Sometimes it's nice to go out and treat yourself

All it takes is one look at the table that the host takes the two of you to for Logan to realize that he has indeed never had Korean barbecue. You don’t appear to be the slightest bit confused so he assumes that the circular grill built into the middle of the table is normal, though he’s never seen anything quite like it in a restaurant before. You giggle when you notice the curious expression on his face. “It’s kinda like hibachi,” you begin. “Except instead of someone cooking it in front of you, you cook it yourself.” Logan takes in the array of various meats on the tray to the left of him. You pick up a piece of what appears to be some kind of beef with a pair of tongs, and place it on the grill. It sizzles, and he watches as you add a few more pieces of meat onto the hot surface. “Isn’t that kinda the whole point of going to a restaurant? To have someone else cook the food for you?” He asks the question as gently as he can, not wanting to hurt your feelings. He’s just happy to be here with you – even if he doesn’t fully understand the appeal of going to a restaurant to pay to cook your own food.

I've never been to a place like this or had Korean bbq at all and my first thought was the same as his, but I've always wanted to try it lol.

“Last week, when we got stuck in the elevator together,” you begin in a low voice. He swears that your eyes flicker to his lips for a split second before meeting his gaze once more. “Were you nervous?”

She's better than me I'd NEVER work myself to ask him this lmaoo

“Do you wanna come up to my place?” you breathe, nodding your head in the direction of the apartment building. “What? You don’t wanna come to mine and hang out with Al?” he teases, nudging you in the direction of the building’s entrance. “As tempting as that sounds…” You trail off, following his lead. The second that the elevator door comes to a close, his hands are back on you. He backs you up against the wall, his hands gripping your hips as you spread your legs enough to allow one of his thick thighs in between them. This time, he’s the one who kisses you, wasting no time in slipping his tongue between your lips. You whimper into the kiss, your tongue fighting his for dominance.

Yesss this is what I was waiting for! She's so playful lol and he's a big ol' tease.

“Fuckin’ hell,” you groan. “Not this again.”

No no...this is good.

There’s a mischievous look on your face. Before he can question you, you’re sliding down the wall until you reach the floor. You reach for his belt with your hands, making quick work of undoing the buckle and then the button to his jeans. Oh. All Logan can do is stare down at you in wonderment as you tug his zipper down. “This okay with you?” you ask, but the look on your face says that you already know the answer.

This okay with you - girl, he's about to bust rn. He's def okay with this lol

Later, he tells himself. He’ll get you naked later, in the privacy of your apartment, where there’s no risk of the elevator doors sliding open at any given moment.

A gentleman, don't argue w me.

Your cunt tastes as sweet as the fruity wine from the restaurant did on your tongue. He eats you like he wants to get drunk off of you, alternating between soft licks through your folds and fervent kisses to your swollen bud. He feels your legs quiver around the sides of his head. He supports you from below, letting you go all but limp above him. He glances up at you, your head thrown back in pleasure and your chest heaving with ragged breaths.

He is diving in there 😩 Grab his hair and tug -

“Do you.. wanna wait until we get back to your..?” “God, no,” you exhale, and pull him to you by grabbing his flannel in your fists.

LMAO same girl 😭

“Mind if I still come back to your place? I know we just…” He trails off, glancing down at where he’s still tucked inside you. “But I just realized I forgot to pick up cigarettes for Al and she isn’t gonna be too happy with me.” You roll your eyes, and playfully push him away from you so that you can tug your skirt back into place. “I think I can find a way to be okay with that,” you smirk. “If we ever get out of this fuckin’ elevator.”

This ending was so hilarious too I absolutely loved it from start to finish. The fin little moments and the build up, the smut scene was HOT and the funny little quips added into the fic were MUAH. You did sooo good with this one ~ 💕💕💕

either way, i'm going your way

logan howlett x reader (worst!logan x reader)

word count: 4k

summary: logan doesn't remember the last time he celebrated valentine's day, and he doesn't have any reason to believe that this year will be any different. then he runs into you, wade's neighbor, who happens to love the holiday despite not having anyone to celebrate it with.

warnings/tags: smut, 18+ only mdni, sex in a public place kind of, oral (m&f receiving), unprotected p in v, logan's pov, neighbor!reader, reader is afab, reader is described as being shorter than logan, no use of y/n, hints of grumpy x sunshine

this is my entry for @yxtkiwiyxt & @lubdubology valentine's writing challenge! thank you both for hosting this, i can't wait to read the other submissions ❤️

logan howlett masterlist

Logan has been alive for two centuries worth of Valentine's Days. He can count on one hand how many he’s actually celebrated, and he can't recall the last time he had a reason to even acknowledge the day.

To him, Valentine’s Days have always been just another Tuesday, or Thursday, or whatever day it falls on that year.

He hates how commercialized the holiday is thanks to the multi-billion dollar corporations that fill department stores with trinkets the second that Christmas is over. He hates all of the pressure and unrealistic expectations that come with planning the perfect date. And as much as he hates to admit it to himself, he hates that it's a stark reminder that he's just as alone in this universe as he had been in the last one.

Technically he can't say that he's entirely alone. Romantically? Yes. Sexually? Yes.

Physically, however, he’s lodged between a blind eighty-year-old cocaine addict and a ten pound living tumor - the latter of whom keeps trying to French kiss him.

Wade might be out with Vanessa for Valentine’s Day, but for Logan, this is any other Friday night – watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire reruns with Al and Mary Puppins.

Something about his current predicament makes him feel even more alone than if he actually were alone. Maybe it’s how unfamiliar and foreign this universe still feels in so many ways – he’s been here for some months now, but there’s some things that remind him that he still has a ways to go in terms of adjustment.

He'd never admit it aloud, but just maybe the fact that he can’t keep his thoughts from straying to a specific next door neighbor certainly doesn’t help. He hates to use the word crush at his grown age, but he can’t really think of a better word for it. If it’s not a crush, why else would he be wondering what your plans are for this evening? Why else would he feel the unmistakable, undeniable twinge of jealousy when he thinks of the mere possibility of you spending your night in the arms of someone other than him?

He has no one to blame but himself, and he knows it. He had the perfect opportunity to ask you out just last week, and he didn’t take it. The two of you were both taking the elevator up to your neighboring apartments when it broke down for the third fucking time in the last month. It took nearly an hour for maintenance to get it back up and running, and he couldn’t find the nerve to simply ask if you have any plans at any point during the time you were trapped in the fifteen square feet of space together. Instead, he awkwardly rambled about he had walked in on Wade and Vanessa in a compromising position the day before.

He cringes at the memory, tossing back another swig of whiskey when he realizes the bottle is empty. He sighs, earning a side-eye from Mary Puppins.

If this is how he’s going to be spending his evening, he should at least be a little intoxicated.

“I’m going to the liquor store,” Logan announces as he transfers Mary Puppins from his lap to Al’s before standing up from his position on the couch for the first time in hours. “You need anything?”

“Pick me up a couple of scratchers and a pack of Newports.”

Just her usual requests, then.

Logan throws on his leather jacket, dreading the cold and dreary February night but willing to face it for a bottle of bourbon and some cigars. He’s been out of those since yesterday, so a trip to the nearest convenience store is much needed, anyway.

The door to the apartment complex’s singular outdated elevator is sliding to a close when Logan hears a familiar, feminine voice call out.

“Hold up!”

Logan immediately pushes the hold button, freezing the door in place. A second later, you appear in the doorframe. You’re slightly out of breath, with a relieved expression on your face.

“Thanks,” you greet him as you lean against the wall of the elevator, smoothing your hands over the fabric of your plaid skirt. “I’m running late to my dinner reservations and really didn’t wanna have to take the stairs in these.” You glance down at the heels of the uncomfortable looking thigh high boots that you’re wearing.

Uncomfortable looking and hot, he thinks, before your words sink in. Dinner reservations – of course you’d have plans tonight. He feels a slight pang of disappointment (and jealousy, if he’s being honest with himself) at the realization, but he isn’t surprised.

“Well, let’s cross our fingers that we don’t get stuck in here again and that you make it to your date on time,” Logan says with a forced laugh and smile as he pushes the button once again to close the door, followed by the button that says lobby.

“Oh, no. Not a date,” you correct him quickly with a bashful grin. “Well, maybe. Is it considered a date if I’m dining by myself?”

“You’re going to dinner by yourself?” Logan asks, unable to hide the surprise in his tone. “Looking like that?”

Your eyes widen in shock. “What’s wrong with how I look? And what’s wrong with going to dinner by myself?”

“Nothing!” Logan begins to backtrack when he realizes how his questions came across. “You - you look great. I'm just a little surprised. Would’ve assumed that you had a date tonight is all—”

He trails off when he realizes that you’re pursing your lips together in an obvious attempt to hide a smirk. The mischievous glimmer in your eyes gives you away.

“I’m just fucking with you, Logan,” you snort with a playful slap to his arm. “I know it’s a little unconventional to take yourself out on Valentine’s Day. But I’ve always loved the holiday despite being painfully single, so I thought why not? Better than sitting at home and sulking all night.”

The corners of his lips threaten to twitch upwards at the words painfully single as he contemplates the rest of your response. He can’t help but admire your way of thinking. He was content with staying holed up inside the apartment and drinking himself into a stupor, but he can’t deny that your outlook on the holiday is far less depressing and boring than his.

“What about you?” you ask as the elevator comes to a stop with a melodic ding. You exit, looking back at him over your shoulder. “Are you on your way to your Valentine’s plans?”

He chuckles at the question. For a second, he considers lying to you. He considers telling you that yes, he is on his way to pick up his date right now, just so he doesn’t have to tell you the truth – that he’s on his way to buy bourbon, cancer sticks, and lottery tickets for him and his elderly roommate. But with his luck, you’d run into Wade tomorrow and he’d open his big fucking mouth about how Logan actually spent his night, and the thought of that is even more mortifying than telling you the truth to your face.

“Not unless you count making a liquor run as Valentine’s plans,” he sighs, averting your gaze as he opens the door to the apartment building for you. “The only thing I plan on doing tonight is listen to Althea scream at her game shows.”

You come to a stop outside of the apartment building, wrapping your coat tightly around your chest to fight off the chilly night air. There’s a peculiar look on your face that Logan can’t quite read – something between amusement and hesitation.

“You could have worse dates, I suppose,” you laugh.

“That’s true,” Logan agrees. “At least I have Vanessa to thank for a Wade free evening. But I’ll let you go, don’t wanna make you late for your—”

“Do you like Korean barbecue?”

Logan freezes, taken aback by the question. He snaps his mouth shut, realizing he’s staring at you like a deer in the headlights.

“Korean barbecue?” He asks lamely. “Don’t think I’ve ever tried it.”

He’s had barbecue. He’s had Korean food.. maybe? He’s been alive a really long time, he’s sure he’s had Korean food at some point in the last two hundred years.

But he can’t say that he’s had Korean barbecue.

A nervous looking grin appears on your face, and you cross your arms over your chest before taking a small step towards him.

“Are you hungry?”

••••••

All it takes is one look at the table that the host takes the two of you to for Logan to realize that he has indeed never had Korean barbecue.

You don’t appear to be the slightest bit confused so he assumes that the circular grill built into the middle of the table is normal, though he’s never seen anything quite like it in a restaurant before.

You giggle when you notice the curious expression on his face.

“It’s kinda like hibachi,” you begin. “Except instead of someone cooking it in front of you, you cook it yourself.”

Logan takes in the array of various meats on the tray to the left of him. You pick up a piece of what appears to be some kind of beef with a pair of tongs, and place it on the grill. It sizzles, and he watches as you add a few more pieces of meat onto the hot surface.

“Isn’t that kinda the whole point of going to a restaurant? To have someone else cook the food for you?” He asks the question as gently as he can, not wanting to hurt your feelings. He’s just happy to be here with you – even if he doesn’t fully understand the appeal of going to a restaurant to pay to cook your own food.

“It’s about the experience,” you explain with a shrug. “To be fair, when most people come to a Korean barbecue restaurant, they usually come with a group of people – hence the large amount of meat.” You nod towards the arrangement of the meats that have yet to be cooked.

“It’s a social thing. But all of my friends had plans with their significant others tonight, so…”

You trail off as the server places another tray on the table – this one covered in various colorful side dishes that he’s definitely never had before. He wouldn’t exactly describe himself as adventurous when it comes to trying new foods – for the most part, he lives off of ham and cheese sandwiches and frozen TV dinners. But he tried shawarma when he’d first arrived in this universe and ended up loving it, so he’s determined to try a bite of everything on this table.

“Sounds like it’s a good thing that you ran into me, then,” Logan murmurs when the server walks off.

You take your eyes off of the pieces of meat that you’re paying careful attention not to overcook, looking up at him through your lashes with a soft smile.

“I'd say that you’re right about that.”

••••••

Despite the breeze and the chilly night air, Logan feels perfectly toasty on the walk back to the apartment thanks to your tight hold on his arm and the wine that you had insisted that he try.

He'd learned a lot tonight – a lot about you; your hobbies and your interests. He’d learned all about Korean barbecue, and that he likes bulgogi and buldak.

Most importantly, he'd learned that he was stupid for ever being nervous about asking you out.

He feels at ease with you. He already knew he enjoys your company from all of the times that you’ve joined Wade’s movie nights and get-togethers – but he’d never been alone with you (with the exception of getting stuck in the elevator with you last week). Wade, Vanessa, Al, Peter, Yukio, and countless others always seemed to be present, making it near impossible for him to get to know you in the way that he’s wanted to since he first met you.

But now, with your arm intertwined with his and the scent of your perfume hitting him each time there is a gust of air, he knows that he is going to do all that he can to keep having moments like this with you.

“I have a question,” you state as the two of you turn onto the street where your apartment building is. Logan glances down at you in curiosity, but you’re not looking at him – you’re looking ahead, your teeth biting into your lower lip.

“What’s that?” Logan murmurs.

You hesitate, your eyes flickering up to him before quickly looking away again. “Did you actually like the kimchi?”

Logan can’t help but cackle, taken off guard by the question.

“That’s your question?” he laughs, thinking back to the spicy and tangy flavor of the fermented vegetables.

You come to a stop next to a streetlight outside of your apartment building, pulling your arm away from his to stand just inches in front of him.

“No,” you admit with a smirk. “Though I am curious about that, too.” You take a step closer to him, your chest ever so slightly brushing against his. He feels his breath catch in his throat at the way that your eyes twinkle in the glow of the streetlight.

“Last week, when we got stuck in the elevator together,” you begin in a low voice. He swears that your eyes flicker to his lips for a split second before meeting his gaze once more. “Were you nervous?”

He thinks back to his nervous rambling in the elevator, to how you looked so pretty that he found it difficult to hold direct eye contact with you, and to how it felt like half of his brain was screaming at him to ask you out and the other half was screaming at him to not make himself look like an idiot.

Yeah, nervous is accurate.

“That obvious, huh?” he sighs.

“Just a little,” you shrug. “But don’t worry. I was too.”

“Is that right?” Logan asks, trying not to give away just how happy the confession makes him. “And what about now?”

He doesn’t have to ask – he's standing close enough to you that your increased heartrate is easy for him to detect.

“Something like that,” you whisper, and before he fully process what’s happening, you’re raising up on your tippy toes to capture his lips in yours.

The taste of the fruity wine from dinner still lingers on your lips. He places his hands on the small of your back, pulling you flush against him. Your hands cradle his face, pulling him down closer to you. The warmth of you is a balm against the brisk night air, making him feel like he can’t get close enough to you. You don’t pull away until you’re breathless, looking up at him with dilated pupils in the florescent street lighting.

“Do you wanna come up to my place?” you breathe, nodding your head in the direction of the apartment building.

“What? You don’t wanna come to mine and hang out with Al?” he teases, nudging you in the direction of the building’s entrance.

“As tempting as that sounds…” You trail off, following his lead.

The second that the elevator door comes to a close, his hands are back on you. He backs you up against the wall, his hands gripping your hips as you spread your legs enough to allow one of his thick thighs in between them. This time, he’s the one who kisses you, wasting no time in slipping his tongue between your lips. You whimper into the kiss, your tongue fighting his for dominance.

It isn’t until he pulls away for air and opens his eyes that he realizes the elevator has come to a stop. It couldn’t have been moving for more than ten seconds –

“Fuckin’ hell,” you groan. “Not this again.”

Logan looks at the panel of buttons to his left. Sure enough, the number reads that you’re still a floor beneath your apartments. He beats his fist against the elevator wall, as if that’s actually going to help the matter.

Still pinned between his body and the wall, you pull your cell phone out from an interior pocket of your coat. You quickly find the number for building maintenance in your call history, but it just rings, and rings, and rings.

“I could probably pry the doors open,” Logan muses as he begins to pull away from you. He thinks back to how it took maintenance nearly an hour to get the elevator back up and running last week, and knows that he wouldn’t have the patience for that now. The thought of having to wait even a fraction of that long to get back to your apartment…

“Let’s not do anything that could potentially put the elevator out of commission permanently, yeah?” You pull him back to you, grabbing his face in your hand and making him look at you. “I think that we'll be just fine right here for a while.”

There’s a mischievous look on your face. Before he can question you, you’re sliding down the wall until you reach the floor. You reach for his belt with your hands, making quick work of undoing the buckle and then the button to his jeans.

Oh.

All Logan can do is stare down at you in wonderment as you tug his zipper down.

“This okay with you?” you ask, but the look on your face says that you already know the answer.

He nods, his mouth suddenly feeling too dry to speak. He helps you shimmy his boxers and jeans down enough for his cock to spring free. He glances around the elevator, double checking that there aren’t any security cameras. Considering this elevator is ancient and doesn’t even function half the time, he isn’t surprised to see that there aren’t any.

You take the base of him in your hand, languidly massaging the length as you tease his slit with your tongue. You lap up the beads of pre-cum before easing him past your lips.

The sight of you on your knees for him is enough to have him twitching in your mouth. Add in how your soft lips and tongue feel working his length, and he knows he won’t last long like this.

You bob your head around him, gagging when his head juts against the back of your throat. You pull off of him, leaving a thick rope of saliva that trails from his cock to your mouth.

He doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything prettier. He could spend hours looking at you like this.

But this isn’t how he wants to finish – in your mouth, before he’s even had a chance to make you feel good. So as much as it nearly kills him to do it, he pulls himself away from your sweet lips and yanks you back up by the tops of your arms. There’s the slightest hint of disappointment on your face, but it quickly disappears when he pushes your coat off of your shoulders and down your arms. It falls to floor, leaving you in still too many articles of clothing for Logan’s liking.

Later, he tells himself. He’ll get you naked later, in the privacy of your apartment, where there’s no risk of the elevator doors sliding open at any given moment.

For now, he settles for pushing the restrictive fabric of your skirt upwards, bunching it around your waist. He sinks to the ground in front of you, splaying his palms on your inner thighs and spreading your legs open for him. He rubs the pad of his thumb over the soft material of your panties, right over your clit. He feels shudder at the sensation, and notices the goosebumps that appear on the skin of your thighs.

He hooks his index finger through the cotton fabric, pulling it to the side. He looks up to see if there’s any kind of hesitation on your face, but you quickly pull him to your center by the back of his head, erasing any doubt. He chuckles lowly, and flattens his tongue over your slit.

Your cunt tastes as sweet as the fruity wine from the restaurant did on your tongue. He eats you like he wants to get drunk off of you, alternating between soft licks through your folds and fervent kisses to your swollen bud.

He feels your legs quiver around the sides of his head. He supports you from below, letting you go all but limp above him. He glances up at you, your head thrown back in pleasure and your chest heaving with ragged breaths.

His name slips through your lips, your voice strained with desperation. He loves the sound of it, and wants more than anything to hear you keep saying it. He snakes one of his hands between your thighs, and teases your hole with the tip 9t his finger. You involuntarily sink down, nudging the tip of it past your entrance.

He groans against your clit at how fucking tight you feel around his finger. God, he can’t wait to be inside you. He pumps the digit, your walls already clenching around him.

“Logan,” you moan from above him. “I’m gonna—”

“I know,” he hums against your clit. “Let go. I got you.”

Your climax washes over you with a sharp cry of his name and Logan mentally prays that the elevator walls aren’t as thin as the apartment walls.

When you go still above him, he reluctantly takes his mouth off of you and stands up. His jeans and boxers are still bunched just above his knees, his erection painfully hard and his balls full. He wipes the excess of your slick from his mouth with the back of his hand, and then begins to stroke his own length in his fist.

“Do you.. wanna wait until we get back to your..?”

“God, no,” you exhale, and pull him to you by grabbing his flannel in your fists.

His lips crash against yours as he nestles himself in between your legs, teasing your slit with the head of his cock. He coats it in your juices and eases into you slowly. You groan into his mouth and he has to try not to cum on the spot.

You’re tight, and warm, and your walls flutter around him just right. He hikes one of your thighs over his hip, deepening the angle before he pulls almost all the way out. He rocks back into you, working up to a steady pace.

The small, confined space is filled with the sound of your body meeting his and the sweet noises you make that are music to his ears. You grip around him like a velvet vice and he knows that he isn't going to last long.

“Gonna cum, honey,” he warns in a grunt next to your ear. “Ya feel too fuckin’ good.”

He feels your walls pulse around him at his words and he can tell that you're just as close as he is. A few more deep thrusts that hit your cervix just right and he’s spilling into you as you cum around him.

When he’s empty, his movements cease but he doesn’t pull out. He nuzzles his face against your throat, pressing kisses to the soft but sweat-slicked skin.

“Happy Valentine’s Day to us,” you murmur in a borderline delirious voice. He laughs, pulling back just enough to press his lips to yours.

“Mind if I still come back to your place? I know we just…” He trails off, glancing down at where he’s still tucked inside you. “But I just realized I forgot to pick up cigarettes for Al and she isn’t gonna be too happy with me.”

You roll your eyes, and playfully push him away from you so that you can tug your skirt back into place.

“I think I can find a way to be okay with that,” you smirk. “If we ever get out of this fuckin’ elevator.”

not my favorite thing i've ever written by any means, i've been feeling really unmotivated to write and have felt kinda burnt out, but i still wanted to get this out before valentine's day bc if i didn't then i never would have finished it at all, lol. so i'm sorry it's short 😭 hope you still enjoyed

reblogs/comments are always appreciated, thanks for reading!

[fancyfeathers]

If you don’t mind me asking what does Serial Killer/Ringmaster! Dick Grayson do with reader after kidnapping them in a romantic and platonic ways? Like does he just keep them to himself or does he show them off?

Have a nice day!!!!

Yandere!Batboys as Villains with Robin!Darlings AU Masterlist

When Dick kidnaps his darling he needs to get the hell out of Gotham before a very angry Batman shows up to rescue her, even then he has a month tops before gets caught and sent off to Arkham Asylum.

But in that month he does do… quite a few things with her.

Majority of the time she is gagged and bound, he can’t have her running away or calling for help, well both are kinda pointless anyway since the performers at the circus are loyal to him.

Dick is normally helping take care for rehearsals during a good chunk of the day so during that time she is stuffed into one of those traveling trunks. Normally he wraps her up in a blanket like a baby and puts a pillow in there for her, but sometimes it gets really hot in there so that when Dick comes back she is an overheated mess. He’ll coo at her and pick her up before running her a cold bath which is such whiplash between the temperatures and afterwards Dick will carry her to bed and hold her while he talks about his day to her. He’ll ask her about her day, but her answer will never change because her days are almost always the same and also she can’t talk because she is gagged.

Then at night she shares a bed with Dick, still all tied up. He clings to her like a stuffed animal and he thinks it is romantic to see her waking up in the morning, he wonders if this is what it felt like for his parents.

Sometimes the things he talks about scares her, well everything he tells her is scary. Like he started rambling about how they were meant to be together because she understands the pain of seeing her parents get murdered in front her and how the world has been far too cruel to both of them. He looks manic when talking, wide eyed and that unsettling laughter.

Or there are the times he starts talking about people’s body parts and disturbing ways to kill someone, like it only takes a few pounds of force to push someone’s nose into their skull or how the heart can continue to beat a few minutes after a head is severed from the body and therefore the body is still living. Even though his darling was Robin, she looks terrified when he starts talking like that…

“Oh baby, hey, hey, hey, don’t give me that face, I’ll never do that to you, I’ll only hurt you if you try to run, you know that right?”

He says that sort of thing but then he’ll come back to her and it is terrifying to look up and see him, absolutely trenched in blood, opening the truck she is hidden in, smiling down at her, telling her how pretty she is.

But then there are other disturbing times after certain activities that he will be laying down next to her and he’ll just say something like…

“You taste so good down there… I wonder what the rest of you taste like.”

But he immediately stops talking like that when she tells him that scares her, the last thing her wants is her being scared of him.

Then when she is finally rescued, either by the police or by Batman, she immediately runs up the the first person she recognizes which is most likely Commissioner Gordon and he just holds her as she cries and watches as the members of the circus being arrested for compliance in her kidnapping and the murders of over a hundred people. The only reason she can’t run to Bruce is because he is personally taking Dick to Arkham Asylum, especially after what he did to his eldest daughter. Commissioner Gordon drives her back to Wayne Manor where Alfred will be waiting at the door and has a warm meal waiting for her and she can eat while Alfred and Gordon talk about what exactly happened and then she heads up to bed once Bruce gets home just so her can make sure she is okay before taking to Gordon.

Life goes back to normal for her… well that is until there was a break out at Arkham Asylum…

[yandere-romanticaa]

I seriously have to stop falling for BookTok hype. Most of the books have the exact same formula and I am getting so tired of it.

Fourth Wing, ACOTAR, Powerless - these are just a few that I've read in the past year and it all feels like the same story told over and over again.

I will tell you the plot for all of these books right now - hot but poor little petite girl is really weak but she's stubborn, which that makes her strong and special. Little petite girl meets a big strong man who is in some high position of power, he's natrually handsome, is amazing in bed and is also often a little tan. Big strong man falls head over heels for petite girl, there is a plethora of sexy banter between them and the book may or may not end on a little cliffhanger but you know that they will all be fine in the end.

And look, I'm not here to give you shit for liking these books. I feel as though they're the female versions of standard male power fantasies. For example, most isekai anime have a male protagonist who is the strongest character in the show and he ends up getting a harem of women who love him. Women meanwhile usually like to read more than men so their needs are usually catered to here. The things that the fem MC has to overcome are usually easy to read and are typically creative, which gives the story a bit of an edge, especially if you're a very casual reader who just wants to shut off her brain for a while.

But I just find it so interesting how the modern writer has mastered this very specific formula which manages to cater to the masses, especially BookTok. I've noticed that a lot of books have started to advertize themselves as tropes such as Enemies to Lovers in order to look more appealing online, which feels a little tiring sometimes.

I also feel tired at how cheated I feel whenever I read these books and just go. Oh. That's it?? Boo!!!!

If you love these kinds of stories, knock yourself out. Have fun with them, I don't see them going away anytime soon. Hell, I am someone who legit enjoyed Haunting Adeline of all things (and the creators other works) while still thinking that the book is kinda shit LOL.

[zeroseuniverse]

NCT 127 – When You Use Their Soap/Cologne

Johnny – Fake Offended, Actually Proud

Johnny steps into the room, about to say something, but stops and sniffs. “…Hold up. Are you wearing my cologne?” You hesitate. “Uh. Maybe?” His jaw drops. “I KNEW I was running out too fast!” You cross your arms. “Don’t act like you don’t like it.” He grins. “Oh, I love it. But still—stealing from me?” You tilt your head. “Think of it as us sharing.” Johnny snorts, pulling you into a hug. “Fine. But if we’re sharing, I get to spray it on you myself next time.”

Taeyong – Soft and Flustered

Taeyong’s brow furrows slightly as he leans closer. “Wait… is that… my soap?” You look away, pretending to be busy. “Hmm?” He catches your chin gently, making you face him. “You smell like me.” You purse your lips. “And?” A shy smile tugs at his lips. “…It’s cute.” You blink. “You think it’s cute?” He nods, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. It makes me feel like we’re even closer.” Your heart flutters. “I can start using it all the time, then.” His ears turn pink. “I wouldn’t complain.”

Yuta – Finds It Hot Immediately

Yuta steps closer, eyes narrowing slightly as he catches your scent. “…You smell dangerously good.” You smirk. “It’s your cologne.” His brows lift slightly before his lips curve into a slow grin. “Damn.” You roll your eyes. “Relax.” “Oh, I am relaxed,” he says, voice dropping an octave. “But you? You’re in trouble.” You chuckle. “Why?” He leans in, voice teasing. “Because now I can’t stop thinking about you wearing my scent all the time.”

Doyoung – Pretends To Be Annoyed

Doyoung freezes mid-sentence, eyes narrowing as he sniffs the air. “…Why do you smell like me?” You shrug. “Your cologne was just there.” He sighs dramatically. “Great. Now I have to share everything with you.” You smirk. “I could stop if you really want me to.” Doyoung stays silent before sighing again—less dramatically this time. “No… it’s kind of nice.” You grin. “Thought so.” He side-eyes you. “Don’t get used to it.” But you both know he secretly loves it.

Jaehyun – Casually Obsessed

Jaehyun walks past you, then immediately walks back. “Wait.” He sniffs. “Are you… wearing my cologne?” You shrug. “Yeah.” His dimples appear as he smirks. “Huh.” “Huh?” you mimic. “I just like it,” he says, eyes softening. “A lot.” You chuckle. “Good. ‘Cause I might start making it my signature scent.” Jaehyun grins, leaning in. “Perfect. Now I have an excuse to hug you even more.”

Jungwoo – Freaks Out (In A Cute Way)

Jungwoo stops mid-bite, staring at you. “OH MY GOD.” You blink. “What?” “You. Smell. Like. Me.” You sigh. “It’s just your soap.” He gasps dramatically. “No. This is a declaration of love.” You roll your eyes. “Relax.” He clutches his chest. “My heart can’t relax.” You laugh. “You’re ridiculous.” “And you smell like me,” he says, tackling you into a hug. “Which means I win.”

Mark – Gets Shy but Loves It

Mark rubs his nose. “Wait… is that my body wash?” You hesitate. “…Yeah?” His ears turn pink. “Oh.” You smirk. “Oh?” He scratches his neck, grinning. “I dunno. That’s kinda… nice?” You poke his cheek. “You like it?” He nods quickly. “Yeah. A lot.” You grin. “Then I guess I’ll keep using it.” Mark chuckles shyly. “Good.”

Haechan – Uses It Against You Immediately

Haechan sniffs the air dramatically. “…Wait. WAIT. Are you wearing my cologne?” You roll your eyes. “So what if I am?” He smirks. “So what? So what?! Babe, this means you’re officially mine.” You raise an eyebrow. “Oh?” “Yes,” he nods confidently. “You’ve marked yourself as mine.” You groan. “You’re so dramatic.”He grins. “And you smell like me. Which means I win.”

[cicobuffs]

preacher’s son!art whose boxers you wear whenever you stay over. preacher’s son!art who eats you out through the boxers bc sex loophole!!

OH ANON I LOVE U THIS IS GREATTT

like he just finds you insanely attractive whenever you walk around in his boxers whether it be just casually with a ratty t-shirt or a tank top to fall asleep in...he can't get enough. so he can't help it when he finds himself between your legs, tonguing at your center through the boxers you're wearing. he has his hands rubbing up and down your thighs as he's soaking the already damp fabric with his mouth. and it all makes sense to do it this way because really is he doing something wrong if his mouth isn't actually on your bare cunt? so technically its fine! at least that's what he's telling himself...you kinda just think its hot seeing him panting over you despite the boxers between you and him.

[patchworkcuddlebug]

Good Dolls Don't Lie

(A stand-alone follow-up to Good Dolls Play Pretend)

The cafe was on the top floor of the library. The trip into the city was nice; all you needed was to be told the directions once, and you could find stillness as you travelled.

Before long at all, you reach the top of the steps, and see him waiting for you. He notices you and waves, before getting up from his seat, leaving his coat and bag behind to come and great you.

"Hey! Hey, I'm… really glad you made it. Was it cold?"

You smile, giving him a little curtsy. You tell him you're glad, and that the weather wasn't a problem.

"Oh, right, that... yeah. Doll. That makes sense."

The line for the counter is just a few people long, all of them going to sit to wait for their drinks. As they wait, the person is nervous; he's bouncing on his feet and rubbing the lining of his pants pockets. The doll is still.

"Hi there, how can I help you?" The barista asks with a deliberate smile.

"Oh, I'll just have a hot chocolate."

"Of course. And for the doll?"

"Um…" he looked at you.

You politely give the barista your order, a chai latte.

The barista is surprised when it hears you speak your own order. "Alright, coming right up! Please have a seat." She says in a cheery tone, turning back away from you to address the person.

He leads you to your seat. It's in the corner, giving you a wonderful view of the people below. There are people waiting for the bus, walking along the sidewalk as they talk into their phone, and there's even someone sitting just outside of the library trying to eat a sandwich without taking off his mittens.

You're lost in thought, for only a moment. You think about people, how rich the lives and inner worlds are of everyone you see. Every direction you look has a million people doing a billion different things. Every stranger having struggles you could never have the chance to help with.

"H-hey, so uh..." You turn to face the stammering person across the table. You can tell he's still fidgeting with his pockets. "Thanks for meeting up with me today. You really didn't have to... sorry, is 'you' okay?"

You give a polite nod, telling him you don't mind and thanking him for asking.

"I didn't wanna just assume." He smiles back. "Anyway, uh... yeah. I wanted to apologize about the party, I never would've invited you if I knew about the whole, uh..." He gestures towards you.

You forgive him, and thank him for inviting you, and then for recognizing your discomfort in the moment.

He forced a nervous chuckle. "You're not just, like, saying that, right? I know that like, dolls are polite and stuff, but..." He trails off, looking to you expectantly.

You softly shake your head, and tell him that good dolls don't lie.

He exhales, leaning back in his chair. He takes his hands out of his pockets, one resting on the table as the other glides through his long hair. "Okay, that's... really great to hear. I'm glad."

A call for a hot chocolate and chai latte from across the seating area. You begin to stand. "Oh, let me!" He slides out of his seat, turning to leave, but quickly turning back. "Unless you want to? I can like, let you, if this is a doll thing."

You tell him it's fine. You worry about tone a little too late, and decide to smile at him after he's turned back around. He looks excited to be so helpful. It's the closest he's been to the supportive rock he acted as at the party, when he got to help you.

You look back out the window. The sandwich man's given up and taken his mittens off. His hands look cold.

The person sets your tea down in front of you and takes his place. He watches you as you take a sip, seeming almost disappointed when your reaction is poised and subdued. You quickly take a second sip. You compliment the drink to him.

"Oh, cool! Makes sense you've got a taste for that kinda thing." He doesn't smile much, but he doesn't seem all that nervous anymore. He goes to take a sip of his drink, but sets it back down once the heat reaches his lips.

"So, I know tea is like, a doll thing. Is it... is it a physical thing?" He shrugs, unsure of himself. "Like when people are vampires, and normal food stops being, like, tasty."

You explain that it is simply something you enjoy, and your body lacks the needs of a human's.

"Oh, wow, that... yeah, that totally makes sense." He nods along knowingly, as if your words were more for confirmation that information. "So, uh, did it... sorry if this is a weird question, but did it hurt? I mean, when you, became." He stammers, gesturing vaguely in your direction.

You answer him, saying it was uncomfortable yet relieving, and comment that he seems interested in dolls.

"Oh! Well, like, a normal amount, I think." He adds, talking quickly and just a little excited. "I mean, it's just... interesting right? Just the idea that a person can just... stop being themselves. I mean, like, I get the idea that a lot of dolls say they were never human to begin with, but, just, y'know, the whole... becoming. And everything. It's neat."

You ask him if he's considered it.

He moves around more than this entire meeting up to this point as he considers his answer, talking as if he's desperate to convince you of something, but isn't sure what it is. "I...! I mean, like, who doesn't think about that sort of thing, right? I dunno, I mean, maybe if I was, like, one of those dolls they make from scratch, then y'know, obviously that'd be really cool, but like, I've just got, y'know..."

He trails off. He tries to take a sip of his drink and burns himself again.

You ask him, again, if he wants to be a doll.

"I... I mean..." He looks away pensively, his gaze landing out the window. You glance quick, and see that the sandwich-eater has moved, and she has much longer hair than you could see before.

"What are people gonna say?" He shrugs, leaning forward. "I... I've got this whole life as a person. And besides, I... it's not something I really want anyway. I mean, like, you always hear about dolls that always knew, kids that pretended to be dolls on the playground, and I... that's not me. I wouldn't wanna, like... I dunno. I can live with being a person, really, it's not... I don't want it that bad."

You tell him good dolls don't lie.

He almost... flinches, like you touched an exposed nerve. Just beneath the surface, he's fighting off a giddy smile. "Uh, s-sorry, I, uh... yeah, I, I mean... it's..."

You give him a nod, and ask him if he'd like to visit Miss's manor some time. His smile finally bursts to the surface.

. . . . .

The new doll opens the door mere seconds after you knock.

"Oh, sorry, was this one late? It got a little distracted..."

You tell that one that it's fine, and it's perfectly on time. You can't help but peek behind it, only for a moment, seeing the full-length mirror. That wasn't there last night.

"Thank you so much for guiding this one..." The new doll sounds so heartfelt, its voice bubbling with gratitude. "It's... very excited to begin!"

The other doll excitedly follows you out, a spring in its step and a shine in its smile. All of its nervous apprehension cracked and discarded like an eggshell.

[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

Tough

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Singer!Reader

Summary: Jack Harlow and his girlfriend have a new song out together and while they are on the press tour he can't stop flirting with her in interviews.

Interviewer: "You two have such different styles—Jack, you're all about the bars and swagger, and [Y/N], your music is dreamy and poetic. What was it like blending those worlds in your collaboration?"

Jack: grinning "Man, it was like putting hot sauce on vanilla ice cream. You wouldn’t think it works, but then you taste it, and you’re like, ‘Oh, this is kinda fire.’"

Y/N: laughing "Did you just compare my music to vanilla ice cream?"

Jack: "In the best way possible. It’s classic, it’s smooth, and everyone loves it. Meanwhile, I come in with the kick—you know, keep things spicy."

Y/N: rolling her eyes playfully "So I’m just plain vanilla?"

Jack: leaning in with a smirk "Nah, you’re that fancy vanilla bean kind. The expensive kind they keep locked up at the grocery store."

Interviewer: laughing "So would you say the collab pushed you both creatively?"

Jack: nodding "Absolutely. She made me tap into a softer side, and I think I made her realize rap isn’t just about flexing—sometimes it’s about storytelling too. She’s already a lyrical genius, though, so really, I was just tryna keep up."

Y/N: grinning "You did alright."

Jack: "Alright? Baby, tell them the truth."

Y/N: pretending to think "Okay, okay. You did good. Solid B+."

Jack: laughing "See, this is what I deal with!"

Interviewer: "Jack, you’re always praising [Y/N]'s music. What is it about her artistry that you admire the most?"

Jack: grinning "Everything. The lyrics, the emotion, the way she can make you feel like you’re floating while simultaneously breaking your heart. She could literally sing the alphabet and make you rethink your entire life."

Y/N: laughing "That’s dramatic."

Jack: "Nah, for real. I’ll be in the studio like, ‘Damn, should I be crying right now?’ And she’s just sitting there, all calm, like, ‘Jack, it’s a song about a garden.’"

Y/N: smirking "You did get emotional over that one."

Jack: "Because you made a metaphor about love and decay, and I wasn’t ready!"

Interviewer: "So when it comes to making music together, who takes the lead?"

Jack: "She does. No hesitation."

Y/N: raising an eyebrow "That’s funny, because I distinctly remember you acting like a control freak over the second verse."

Jack: hands up in defense "First of all, I was simply suggesting a minor, tiny, insignificant tweak—"

Y/N: "You rewrote it completely."

Jack: grinning "For the art!"

Y/N: shaking her head "Yeah, and then I changed it back."

Jack: "And that’s why she’s the boss."

Interviewer: "Jack, do you ever give [Y/N] rap lessons?"

Jack: laughing "Man, y’all are acting like she needs ‘em. She could out-rap half the dudes in the game if she wanted to."

Y/N: playfully smug "He’s just saying that because I freestyle better than him in the car."

Jack: grinning "Whoa, let’s not spread misinformation."

Y/N: "You want me to drop a verse right now?"

Jack: leaning back dramatically "Nah, let’s keep it peaceful. I’m tryna make it out of this interview alive."

Interviewer: "Jack, what’s your favorite song by [Y/N]?"

Jack: without hesitation "All of them."

Y/N: laughing "That’s such a cop-out answer."

Jack: "Nah, I really mean it. But if I had to choose… I’d say the one that was clearly written about me."

Y/N: raising an eyebrow "Oh? And which one is that?"

Jack: grinning "Every single love song you’ve ever written."

Y/N: "Wow, so humble."

Jack: "Listen, I’m just stating facts. You don’t gotta admit it now, just let the music speak for itself."

[charleyrockss]

haiii!! i’ve got a smut req for luke if you’ll take it.

okay so basically, he’s kinda obsessed with reader, he knows it’s wrong, but he can’t help it. reader catches him jacking off to her in the shower and then they fuck or something like that.

Oh BOOM SHAKALAKAAAA, I’m literally screaming at this one. I low-key like this and I might make this one a bit longer than the others but last night when I got home, my dog ate my fucking credit card so uhm, yeah? Anyway y’all should remember, English isn’t my first language so give me mercy with all my grammar mistakes, I’m going to make this fic like a sub!luke and make them fucking outside instead of the showers since it’s kinda hard to do like one in the showers since theres probably going to be other boys/girls walking in and there is like separate showers for boys and girls. Please make another request if any of y’all have preferences cuz I certainly do not. (I’m a switch irl)

Warning: smut, p in v, vaginal sex, masturbation, Luke Castellan

You were his, and he was yours. All the other demigods knew that, hell even Mr. D and Chiron knew his obsession wasn’t exactly the healthiest.

Him being the best swordsman in 300 years wasn’t really the best decision since all the time at his practices considering that fact that if he knew his opponent had spoken to you, he would humiliate the other person horribly. Sometimes slashing their faces or body parts if he could get away with it.

He’s always liked you, or loved you. You were so oblivious to all of it considering the fact that you never even knew him as a friend. A peer? Of course but a friend? You didn’t know him like that? He wanted you to though.

He never stopped thinking about you, whether at lunch, dinner or even in the showers, getting himself off to you was like a hobby for him. He just want a feel your skin once and that would be enough for him, knowing he’s been in your presence just makes him feel like he levitated.

When he had sex with other girls, he would make sure their face was covered, by a pillow or his hand. He would always make sure their body features would be similar to yours, wasn’t perfect but if he couldn’t have you then he might as well imagine it. The more alike you and the girl was, the harder he came.

He just wanted you so fucking bad. He was the golden boy of camp, I mean who wouldn’t want him? He was fucking irresistible, all he wanted was you and you only. So imagine what he did when he walked into the laundry room and had gotten ahold of your laundry that hasn’t even been washed yet? He stole that shit faster than anything before, being a Hermes kid helped him with that. Now he was jerking off in the woods right behind a shed, not ideal since it wasn’t in you but close enough since he had your stuff.

“Fuck..” He mumbled. He even had your shampoo and conditioner, guess what he did with those two? They were lube for him now, and your panties? A new something to keep him busy in his free time. He tried to keep himself quiet but it was quite hard considering the fact that he was jerking of your panties and the smell of your shampoo had felt like he was out of this fucking world.

“What are you doing?” A voice said, he knew that voice too well, it was in fact the owner of those panties he was fucking right now, he didn’t know whether to panic and let the earth swallow him or turn around and look you in the eye, his nervous system didn’t know the difference between a gun to a head or a girl he liked watching him jerk off.

“Uhm-I didn’t-“

“Know I was going to catch you jerking off and steal my stuff?”

He dropped your shampoo bottle and kept your panties in his hand, not exactly sure on what to expect but he didn’t think that you were happy.

“Sorry, I really like you and I never thought that this would happen.”

You facepalmed, while you put your hand down to look him up and down. Realizing that this in fact was a popular boy, he might know a thing or two. You did kinda think it was hot in a weird way that he took your stuff, thinking about you while jerking off, using your shampoo and conditioner as lube since it had smelt like your hair. He would freak out if he knew that you thought he was cute, so you did the one thing that could’ve made him explode inside right then and there.

“Do you want me to help?”

“Yes.”

He answered that faster than he took you panties, he pulled your panties off of his cock, you hadn’t had gotten a good look on his dick until now and you surely will admit that it wasn’t small. Round 7 or 8 inches? A bit girthy too but you werent complaining, you knew your cervix will though later.

“You sure?” I said as I walked closer to him, I wasn’t backing down from this. He wasn’t going to hold himself back from this since it was probably a once in a lifetime opportunity.

“More than anything” He replied. You've always liked that he was good with his hands since he was an amazing swordsman, but you wanted something more than that.

Sorry y’all 😔 that’s all I can write in one fanfic without exploding for now but trust I will be writing a part two soon. Anyways, keep them requests coming, I NEED more, alrighty? No matter how kinky or freaky they are! I will try to deliver! Thank you all for reading so yah!

[yuji-enjoyer]

Attempting a comic format for the next itafushi tattoo au post, this time actually featuring itafushi for once

[total-drama-brainrot]

TD World Tour AU, where Noah doesn't tell Owen that Alejandro is an eel in London... In Area 51, Noah is accidentally splashed with an alien truth potion (which wears off after a few days) and he talks to Owen... Owen asks Noah what he truly thinks about Alejandro, and Truth-Potion Affected Noah says this: "I have mixed feelings for Alejandro. He's a brilliant, interesting guy and I like him, but I don't trust him. He's like a slippery eel dipped in grease, swimming in motor oil. Basically, Heather with social skills. Wait a minute, why am I telling you this?!"... What if Alejandro secretly heard Noah call him all those conflicting things + Alejandro also learns that Noah is affected with an alien truth potion? 👽

Alright, you got me. I'm an absolute sucker for truth potion plots, especially when the character(s) effected by them are usually either pathological liars or incredibly secretive- of which Noah absolutely falls into the second category, given he shares so little personal information.

I'll gloss over why Noah declined to shit-talk Alejandro in London (though there's so many ways this change in behaviour could be justified) since the focal point of this hypothetical centred around their time in Nevada, so let's start from the beginning of the Area 51 challenge.

Area 51:

Before we start, it'll have to be established that no one was eliminated in London. Let's say that the majority vote went towards Duncan (team CIRRRRH voted him out immediately because they found his re-admission to the competition unfair, I guess. I imagine he'd also vote himself, if not as a plan to escape the competition he'd been actively skiving from, then just as an act of spite) but Chris instead claimed it was a rewards challenge- much like he does in Greece- because he doesn't want to let Duncan slip away again so soon.

I see no reason to alter the first part of the challenge- the sneaking into Area 51 portion- since team CIRRRRH's course of entry is fairly straightforward. Noah's presence doesn't make much of a difference to how it would play out; the majority of them throw their rocks and run, Owen gets lasered over the fence and Owen-napped, ect ect.

When both teams have managed to make their way into the Black Box Warehouse, Noah immediately suggests they should prioritise rescuing Owen. Tyler's quick to agree, since he's a firm believer in the "no man left behind" mentality (and he probably makes a not-so-subtle jab towards Noah for his chance of tune compared to London, where both he and Owen did leave Tyler behind) leaving Duncan and Alejandro to split from the group- Duncan in search of Gwen, and Alejandro just takes the opportunity to finally be free from his 'incompetent teammates' and prioritises finding an artifact.

Noah and Tyler come across the contraption Owen's trapped in, Tyler punches it in a futile effort to break it open, and the face hugger cube drops into Noah's hands. This is where the point of divergence comes into play; Tyler has his E.T. moment with one of the face huggers, but Noah- who's a tad bit more observant than Alejandro, and used to dodging surprise attacks from his various older siblings (and Izzy)- anticipates his own face hugger attack and promptly starts a game of cat-and-mouse with a taser alien hot on his heels.

The commotion of which attracts the rest of his team. Alejandro and Duncan arrive on the scene to see Tyler being electrocuted by an alien and Noah running in circles evading another.

Duncan attempts to rip the face hugger from Tyler's face, finding success at the cost of sending Tyler trampling into Owen's captive contraption (essentially taking Alejandro's canonical place in this scene) and inadvertently freeing Owen.

Meanwhile, Alejandro swipes up the nearest box he can find and snags the alien chasing Noah, who's still very loudly panicking as he flees, and succeeds! The alien is swiftly captured into the box, netting team CIRRRRH their artifact, and Noah promptly goes careening into the nearest tower of junk in his face hugger-fuelled hysteria. This causes another box to topple from the peak of the tower, landing directly on Noah's head and spilling its contents onto the bookworm- glass vials filled with a mysterious, luminescent cobalt blue liquid shatter into pieces drenching Noah in whatever they contained. (i.e. truth potion.)

Owen has his false-amnesia moment, characterised by his Joker makeover, and Alejandro enacts his revenge post-hypnotic suggestion after being addressed as "Al" one too many times.

Noah, understandably, swiftly objects to Owen's treatment and demands that Alejandro snap him out of it. Alejandro concedes, and Owen's brought back to himself. At least, for a moment, before the fatigue of having his mind messed with sends Owen into near-catatonia (the same as canon), meaning he has to be ferried through the Warehouse and back to the Jet by Alejandro and Duncan.

Things carry on canonically from there; Noah's just sort of there for the most part, though there'd be a minor hint to his newfound proclivity for honesty. Something along the lines of him giving an uncharacteristically honest answer to Owen as to who he's voting- Tyler, of course, since he was the one who ultimately threw the challenge for them... and also because Tyler still holds some resentment towards Noah for what happened in London, and Noah feels guilty about it every time he looks at the jock. Wait, why did he say that?

Sometime between this and the elimination scene, Noah wipes the truth-goop off of himself, but not before the effects have already started.

Tyler's voted out, yada yada yada.

The Jet:

Thus begins the start of "Picnic at Hanging Dork". Team CIRRRRH, consisting of just Alejandro, Duncan, Owen and Noah, are slumming it up in the Economy Cabin. Alejandro tries to rally his team by asking how to break apart Courtney and Heather's tentative co-operation. Owen suggests having Alejandro seduce Heather, since it worked for both Bridgette and Leshawna. Duncan makes his "Babe Olympics" comment. Noah pipes up that playing with someone's feelings is pretty scummy, even for someone competing for a million dollars.

Alejandro takes Noah's reluctance towards his methodology poorly; he hadn't spoken up before, when Alejandro had utilized the same strategy against other girls- and even Owen noticed that, so surely Noah did too- so why was he to outwardly against him using the same tricks? Duncan agrees, and offers ''his'' idea of having Alejandro flirt with Courtney to throw both her and Heather off their games (since Heather has an obvious crush on Alejandro), and things follow canon.

Then, the scene between Alejandro and Courtney happens. Noah scoffs at the display from the side lines, prompting Owen to ask him why he's so against Alejandro's plan.

"I mean, you never said anything before, when he flirted with Bridgette and Leshawna." Owen comments, light-hearted in nature but with an underlying questioning tone.

Noah's eyes flicker with a cobalt glow, easily mistaken for a trick of the light, and he speaks without even thinking.

"Yeah, because I was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Bridgette was happenstance, and Leshawna's whole deal could've been a coincidence, or some massive misunderstanding. But this?" Noah extends an accusing hand out towards a smug looking Alejandro, then pans it over to a flattered Courtney, "He's outright toying with Courtney's feelings after she was cheated on in front of an international audience. It's scummy."

Owen nods in understanding, momentary contemplation evident in the pouted curve of his lips, and he chimes in.

"Does that mean you don't like Al?"

"I never said that."

"Well, how do you feel about him, then?"

Again, a flash of blue light against the hickory backdrop of Noah's eyes, and he responds thoughtlessly.

"I guess I have mixed feelings about him. On the one hand, he's slippery, like an eel dipped in grease, swimming in motor oil. He's like if you took all of the worst aspects of Heather, wrapped them up in a pretty package, and gave them social skills..." He holds his hands out before him in a scale-like manner, with the left tipped downwards and tie right raised by his chin. Then, the two hands swap positions.

"And on the other hand, he's brilliant. I've never met anyone as talented as Alejandro; he's smart, he's athletic, he's funny. It's almost unfair just how perfect everything about him is- even his face is perfect. It's ridiculous! Infuriating, even. It's so hard to dislike him, even when I know he's bad news, but that doesn't mean I trust him."

Owen stands slack jawed beside his best friend, both impressed and stunned at the raw honesty of Noah's tirade. Noah, now a little more aware of himself, realises that he's said more than he intended to- more than he thinks he's ever spoken in one go throughout the entirety of Total Drama. He's not usually one for speeches, after all, let alone honest ones.

He's always been the type to play his cards close to his chest, so why...?

"I, uh, didn't mean to go off like that."

And he also didn't mean to admit it, either. What was going on?

The look Owen gives him is, in a word, vivid. The blonde has a shit-eating grin stretching across his face, a sort of elated smugness practically glowing from his features.

"Sounds like someone has a cruuuush!~"

What? No? No! Not at all, where would Owen even get that idea?!

Noah splutters to correct Owen's assumption (to disastrous results, because he does sort-of has a crush on Alejandro, so the truth potion doesn't allow him to outright deny it), and in his preoccupied state he misses how a calculating pair of sage green eyes never seems to stray from him.

Alejandro has a lot to think about in regards to a certain cynic, it seems.

[moeblob]

Karen and her oldest brother Warren.

I didn't really plan to draw OCs today but someone told me a story about this really nice and cool encounter that she had today with a woman named Karen and how when she heard the woman's name she immediately thought of my Karen. So. I was very happy to hear there was a really cool lady in Walmart wearing a cowboy hat named Karen.

Warren is the oldest but only a year older than Ross aaaaaand while Warren is very quick to dote on his siblings and be very nice (unlike Ross' foul mouth) he's still a brother and has to antagonize his siblings SOMETIMES. Warren's also the first to lecture Ross for his language vs Karen who straight up punches Ross for his language.

[jehanjoltaires]

Haha wow apparently all it takes to get my inspiration back for writing is a man who activates my praise kink mid battle and a spicy dream

[ygoartreviews]

Evil HERO Neos Lord

When I talked about the recent Yubel card, I mentioned it being a love letter to GX. This card is similar to that; it's just the evil version. (Also more potentially spoilery, if I'm being honest). For those unaware, this card features Neos sporting The Supreme King's outfit to awesome effect. So many little details from his outfit were transferred over here that it's wild; the purple gem on his chest and the two red triangles pointing towards it look like the clasp for his cloak, the gold detail on his torso matches up with the way his coat is buttoned (which the black markings on his thighs/crotch are meant to mimic) and even the non-mask part of his helmet making an appearance as more of a neck guard. The SK's mask meshes so well with how Neos' face normally looks, right down to the diamond shaped gem on both their foreheads. Again, like Yubel and Flame Wingman, I'm genuinely surprised this combo didn't come up earlier. The similarities in design are just so remarkable that they mesh together perfectly. Evil Neos does get to take it up a notch beyond the SK by transforming his cape into a flared wing look with the inclusion of wing-like structures sprouting from behind his shoulders. I'll be honest... I think this is my favorite version of Neos now. No it's not just the red/black/white/gold color scheme but... That does help a lot. Also, normally the extremely detailed, American comic book style muscles bother me on Neos cards but here? They don't really register to me at all, because I think the black coloration helps hide them.

Rating: 10/10

[edwardwonghaupepelutivrusky4th]

wah i looove their designs and animation...

[keeps-ache]

sigh. i think i just do not like dogs very much lol

[lover-of-mine]

omggggg YES whether you look at eddie through a demi!gaze or just a queer!gaze, the difference between he and buck is sort of obvious? (to me)

it makes sense for them to say that bi!buck has been scattered throughout the show, we’ve seen and heard hints directed at/about several other male characters. so it’s logical it’s not entirely about eddie for him and therefore his bi!arc starts with someone else

eddie on the other hand hasn’t really had ‘moments’ with other male characters? a lot of his queer!spec comes from his history and the way he is with dating, but his main interactions with other male characters are the softer more domestic scenes with he and buck. 704 proved that eddie’s friendship with other men is completely different to how he is with buck. so in my head it’s logical that for him, it is about buck, and that’s where his queer!arc starts

Yeah, here's the thing, like Oliver pointed out, there are a lot of moments of Buck having flirty moments with men who are not Eddie in the show, even if it wasn't on purpose in the beginning, like, something Oliver was consciously told to portrait, Buck does have a bisexual energy to him from the get-go, and I think it is nice for him to be able to explore that outside the person we all know is the love of his life, yk? He needs to accept that he likes men before he accepts he loves Eddie. It's kinda like the way a lot of feeling realization fics from Buck's pov have Buck fine with the idea of wanting a family with Eddie but panicking when he realizes he wants to have sex with him, he needs to accept that, especially with the way he has a bad relationship with sex overall.

But, Eddie on the other hand, he doesn't have moments with men, he has moments with Buck, I think maybe if you push a little bit, you can say he was flirting with Judd in the crossover, but like, it's been Buck since the ridiculous sexual tension in the gym during under pressure. And, like, until the show tells me I'm wrong I will exist in my "Eddie is settled into his feelings because he thinks Buck can't feel the same" because you can absolutely make an argument for Eddie to be in the "it's not his fault he can't feel the same way about me" stage of falling with your "straight" best friend, I say straight because Eddie still doesn't know, I did write a whole thing on how you can recontextualize the show to make it seem like Eddie has been semi-aware of his feelings since the lawsuit, and I know they are probably not gonna go the route that he's been aware of his feelings (rip shooting as Eddie's oh moment you will always be true to me), but the groundwork for him to be like oh! about Buck at any point is there. And Eddie is a lot more aware of his own feelings than Buck, he wouldn't need someone to kiss him to have the realization, he can have the realization in a less on-the-nose moment. And the thing with the way they have been playing Eddie and his love interests, especially with the added context on Shannon we got last season, that they were friends first and all that, you can make a really strong argument for him to be demisexual and that's why he struggles with the idea of dating, that he feels like that's a performance, and why he has weird chemistry with the woman he pushed himself into dating since Shannon died, and that can absolutely push him towards Buck. Because here's the thing, with Buck dating men, and Eddie's relationship in crisis, he could very well look at Buck and be like "oh, I wasn't aware he was an option" because of the whole struggle with attraction and the way he has such a strong relationship with Buck, and maybe wonder about what it all means, and they can tumble into the realization that maybe they could be more together. That none of them has been secretly pining, but they have such a strong thing going that there's no reason for them not to go there. It could be this natural thing. And it's right there, even more with the comment of Eddie trying to understand his place in the world. Because for Eddie is not about Buck being a man, is about Buck being his best friend, and I think Eddie as a person would need to come to terms with that and he wouldn't get that hung up on the fact that Buck's a man. So Buck can absolutely be his queer awakening. But if Buck had the realization he has feelings for Eddie, he would get hung up on the fact that he is a man if he didn't explore his bisexuality before that.

I kinda think the route we are going here is Buck processing he likes man, Eddie processing he likes Buck, Buck being like "wait men are an option, Eddie is a man, I already have most of the things I'm looking for with Eddie, maybe we can go there" and then maybe some mutual pining before they do go there.