#this madness can not be contained to my notes app

[sillybillysupportgroup]

Woke up at 5 am with the urge to create the muppet Batman movie.

I literally could not sleep until it was completed.

Batman - gonzo

Catwoman - Camilla

Alfred - sam the eagle

The joker- Kermit

Harley Quinn - miss piggy

Poison ivy - Janice

Penguin- fozzy bear ( or dr teeth not yet decided)

Robin - Robin the fog

Detective Gordon - human actor ( in my head it’s willem defoe)

Soundtrack

- ensemble cast number about Batgonzo lurking in the city

- Batgonzo ballad about his dead parents

- Catmilla and Batgonzo duet

- Batgonzo, Robin, Alfred the eagle family number

- Kroaker and Miss Quinn evil duet

- Electric teeth as various low level rogues singing a cover of everybody wants to rule the world

Act one scene one -

Assorted muppets singing around Gotham as a way to set the scene, led by human actor detective Gordon (as of right now still uncasted)

Act one scene two -

Batgonzo flying down to arrest penfozzie and send him to Arkham, performs ballad about how lonely he is

Act one scene three -

Penfozzie in Arkham, electric teeth performance as he sees other muppet ensembles as references to the rogue gallery

Act one scene four -

The kroaker and Miss Quinn arrive, do their duet and make a plan with penfozzie to once and for all defeat Batgonzo - little do they know catmilla overhears everything. ( the plan is to sabotage his canon so he gets shot so far out of Gotham he’ll never be able to return)

Act 2 scene one -

Back in Wayne manor, the split screen performance about family between Sam, Robin and Batgonzo

Act 2 scene two -

Catmilla breaks in to Batgonzos room to tell him about the plan to lace his canon with super max tnt so that Batgonzo can no longer perform his tricks

Abt 2 scene three -

Montage scene of both the rogues and the bat team preparing for attack ( set to another electric teeth cover of one way or another)

Act 3 scene four -

At a town meeting hosted by human actor detective gordon, a canon is placed so that Batgonzo is able to help anyone at any time. Knowing the sabotage, he with the bat friends team up to stop the rogues and making them good and his friends.

Film ends with a reprise of the family song with the entire cast.

The end.

[strawberri-blonde]

Yours to Command - Jacaerys Velaryon

Summary: you don’t tolerate disrespect towards your betrothed and in return he shows you how much he appreciates it.

Warning: smuttttt also I used an app for the Valyrian so if it’s wrong my bad.

Masterlist

“He’s nothing but a bastard-.” The Lord couldn’t even finish his sentence as you drew your sword, crafted from the finest steel, and slashed him across the face from ear to lip.

The room erupted in gasps of horror and surprise as you cut into the man’s flesh. The Lord had been boasting to your stepmother, Queen Rhaenyra, and your father, Daemon, about how you should marry his eldest son, dismissing Jacaerys as an option because of his infamous brown hair. What the Lord didn’t know was that you loved Jacaerys' distinguished curls and his soft brown eyes.

“Watch your tongue as you speak of my betrothed.” Your sharp words echoed throughout the large hall as crimson dripped onto the floor and you approached the fear-stricken man. “For not only is he someone I hold dear to my heart, but he is also your Prince of the Seven Kingdoms and wields a sword better than I.”

“Y/n, that’s enough.” Queen Rhaenyra’s voice cut through your enraged fog, and you felt a familiar pair of hands grip your waist.

You leaned into Jace’s grasp and turned to the queen, who didn’t look angry. Her eyes had a smugness to them, but her face remained professional. Your father, on the other hand, couldn’t contain his smirk, proud of his eldest daughter.

“My queen, I hold you in the highest respect,” you announced, bowing your head to her, then turned back to the crowd of men. “But I don’t tolerate disrespect towards my beloved.” Your eyes narrowed like a viper's with a sharp tongue. “Let this fool be my last warning to you all. As his wound scars over, I want you all to see what the least I can do, because next time I’ll take a note from my father's book and let you keep your tongue.”

The room remained still and quiet as you made sure to look every person in the eye, asserting your seriousness. “Jacaerys, please take your betrothed to her chambers, and we’ll discuss her actions,” she spoke mainly to you, but the sparkle in her eyes told you she wasn’t mad. She was proud that someone stood up for her firstborn.

Jace pressed you against his front, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, his scent washing over you and soothing your rage. “Come, my love,” he whispered softly, his voice calming you, though your hard exterior remained unmoved. Keeping a death stare fixed on the bloody face of the Lord, you allowed Jace to lead you out of the council chamber with a gentle hand on your lower back.

As you both walked down the hallway, silence enveloped you, broken only by the clicking of your shoes against the stone floor. Finally, you let out a loud sigh, releasing your frustrations, and glanced up at Jace, who was walking to your right. His attention was already on you, his lips curled into a knowing smile. He was used to your angry outbursts, especially since he knew he was one of the few (besides your late mother) who could calm you.

“I’m sorry,” you said softly as you both continued the long walk to your wing where your and your sisters' rooms were. “I know you can handle it yourself.” Your blood boiled as you thought of the way the older men looked at him, trying to offer their puny excuse of sons your way. “If I offended you, I apologize.”

A chuckle escaped from the Prince's mouth, making you pause in your step. With quick movements, Jace gently pushed you against the wall between two columns and pressed a heated kiss to your lips. You gasped, and he bit down on your parted bottom lip. “Please never apologize for caring for me,” he murmured, his lips barely leaving yours as his eyes bore into your own. “It doesn’t offend me knowing I have a strong woman by my side, willing to cut anyone down for speaking ill of my name.” Jace kissed you again, and you pressed your hands on his chest, gripping the black tunic with gold embroidery sewn into the fabric.

He pulled away to mumble, “I’m proud to be yours. And I can’t wait until you’re my wife.” His words made you melt like butter because you couldn’t wait either. You smiled up at him with sultry eyes.

“I can’t wait to call you husband.” Jace smiled brightly, pressing you back in for a kiss, making both of you smile into the act like grinning fools.

The kiss brought on a sense of excitement that sent chills down your spine, and a soft, almost imperceptible moan escaped your lips when his hands began to caress your waist.

Hearing your soft moans, Jacaerys dragged his tongue along your full bottom lip, making you part your mouth and allowing his tongue to slip in. Your moans grew embarrassingly louder, but they only drove the prince to kiss you harder.

His hands lowered to your hips, and without warning, he picked you up and pinned you to the wall. Your dress slid up to your thighs, allowing you to lock your ankles together, pulling him close until his groin matched your own. The stone wall was cold against your back, but with your betrothed pressing you against his hard, hot body, you had no complaints. Instead, you arched your back, making his stiffness rub against your core, leaving you craving more of this. More of him.

You could feel Jacaerys breath catch in his throat at the feeling of your body against his, and a small growl escaped his lips as his hips began to grind into yours, and his grip on your hips tightened as his eyes met yours, filled with desire.

“Y/n…we shouldn’t be doing this,” He murmured, but his body continued to betray his words, pressing against you more firmly. “Anyone could see us…”

You slipped a hand behind his head as heat pool in your abdomen and you tugged on his curls making his close his eyes in a short bliss. Your lips curled as you pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth bucking your hips to add friction while your mouth trailed down to his neck pressing mouth open kissed to his pearly skin. “Ivestragī zirȳ ūndegon skoros nykeā sīr called bastard iksos capable hen.” Let them see what a so called bastard is capable of.

A low, almost guttural growl escaped from the Prince’s lips. “Hang va issa, beloved.” Jace secured his grip on you while your hands wrapped around his shoulders, fists clinging to his curls for dear life. “Open,” he commanded. If it were anyone but him or the queen, you would’ve laughed in their face, but for Jacaerys, you’d gladly walk off a cliff if he so desired. Hang on my beloved.

"I'm yours to command, my prince," you responded, your voice low and breathless. You parted your lips, but Jace couldn't help himself and pressed his open mouth to yours. With one hand, he raised your dress higher, his fingers slightly grazing your covered heat before ripping your stockings and excusing your cotton underwear.

When he pulled away, you immediately whimpered but were silenced by his pointer and middle finger shoving their way into your mouth. Your eyes widened at first, but as his brown eyes bore into yours, you began to suck his digits and even swirled your tongue around them. "By the gods, you’re perfect," he began. "And you’re all mine."

He slowly pulled his hand away from your mouth, making sure to caress your bottom lip. With haste, he reached under your bunched-up fabric to tease you slightly by gliding his soaked fingers against the already wet fabric of your undergarments.

"My Prince, please." Jace kissed your lips, hushing you as he pulled your coverings aside and pressed against your mound, sliding into your slick folds. He caressed you up and down, teasing your clit down to your entrance. "Gods."

Your head tilted back, hitting the stone wall in ecstasy as his rough fingers began to circle around your pearl. This wasn’t the first time Jace had touched you there. You both hadn’t been all that patient with waiting until you were wed, but as the honorable gentleman that he is, you hadn’t consummated anything because Jace really wanted to wait until the wedding night. However, that didn’t stop you both from getting your pleasure from other things. If it were up to you, the dragon rider would’ve already had the best ride of his life.

"Jace." You moaned out as he began the motion of figure eights, making your legs shake in delight.

"I love you like this, Princess." His hot breath hit your face as he leaned over you and kissed your parted lips. "When we wed, I plan on taking you in every nook and corner of this palace until you're full of my seed." Your cunt pooled at his words, and Jace could feel how wet you were becoming by the slushing sound his fingers made against your throbbing nerve. "You want that, my beloved?"

Loud moans spilled from your swollen lips as you helplessly nodded, knowing that if you didn’t respond in some way, he’d stop. “Yes,” you managed to get out as your abdomen tightened and your breath hitched, feeling that familiar, eye-blinding sensation start to form. “I can’t wait to be full of your children, letting everyone know what you did to me.” Jace kissed down your neck and sucked on that one spot that made you weak in the knees. “And I want them all to know how much I liked it.”

The prince sucked harder, and without realizing it, you began to yank at his curls, making his desire burn more intensely, especially as your moans increased and became shorter, signaling your very close end. “Cum syt issa, issa jorrāelagon milk issa fingers rūsīr aōha sweetness nyke jaelagon naejot ūndegon ao withering isse pleasure.” Cum for me, my love milk my fingers with your sweetness I want to see you withering in pleasure.

As his fingers continued their steady pace, rubbing against your clit, and his mouth worked against your neck, your body tensed in delight as your orgasm washed over you like a dragon's fire. No words left your parted lips, and you were grateful that Jace pressed his against yours in a kiss, because after that intense pleasure, you just wanted to be engulfed by nothing but him.

"I love you," you whimpered, making his boyish grin return to his face as he slightly pulled his head back to look at you. His hand slipped out from your undergarments, and he pulled your dress back down to cover your exposed thighs, keeping your skin hidden from view.

He sucked his fingers clean before he spoke. “Issa prūmia exists outside issa chest kesrio syt nyke’ve given ziry naejot ao se moment nyke tegon issa laesi va ao.” The brightest smile spread across your face, and as the two of you kissed, engrossed in the love surrounding you, someone clearing their throat made you both pull away like two deer caught by dogs. My heart exists outside my chest because I’ve given it to you the moment I land my eyes on you.

“Aōha valyrīha emagon gotten rōvēgrior, nephew.” Jace's face turned crimson from embarrassment, unlike the oversized pig of a man who had insulted him earlier, whose face was red with blood. Your Valyrian has gotten excellent, nephew.

You glared at your father, Daemon, as the prince carefully set you back on your feet and stood in front of you, nudging you behind him, between the columns. "But could you not corrupt my daughter before the wedding ceremony?" His knowing smirk could be seen over your beloved's shoulder, and he stood tall with his hands laced in front of him.

“Daemon-“ Jace began but your father raised a hand to stop him.

"Please just take her to her chambers before the Queen decides not to marry you a week from today." This news had you clenching Jace's hand, and he smiled down at you because the date hadn't been set yet. "And act surprised when she announces the news to you both, and please, no public displays of your love at least until after the wedding." Daemon shot them a sinful grin before nodding them off and walking past them.

"A week," you whispered with excitement, pulling Jacaerys into a loving kiss, which he returned with just as much enthusiasm. He grabbed your waist, began to pull you from the wall, and spun you around, making both of you laugh with joy.

Hoped you all enjoyed it’s been a while since I’ve written anything but I’m in my Jace era and I’m truthfully scared to be in it because I know my hearts going to be ripped out of my chest.

~ Caroline

[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDISGUSTING FOOD ROULETTE * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　where Y/N participates in the Disgusting Food Roulette video and ends up having to take care of Matt.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　feeling sick in the stomach.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

"I really need to participate?" Y/N asked as she ran her eyes over the triplets. She had her hips resting on the table, where various types of food, sweets, and drinks were displayed.

"It'll be cool! And Matt needs the emotional support." Nick joked, lightly patting Matt's right shoulder, who was looking at the food with a disgusted look.

“It’s not like you won’t do well, Y/N.” Chris scoffed, crossing his arms, before looking at the camera. "She is the only person in the world who isn't fussy about any food. Anything you give her, she will eat it."

The girl rolled her eyes, letting out a laugh while shaking her head. It was true that she wasn't fussy about food, but that didn't hold back the shiver that ran up her spine every time she looked at some of the items on the table.

Raw egg? Easy cheese? She felt sick to her stomach just thinking about the taste of them against her tongue.

"As you can see, we have four separate piles of food here. Y/N didn't buy the food of her side since we decided she would participate when we were already at the grocery store." Matt explained while gesturing to the separated piles.

"Exactly, so we bought the food for her." Nick finished with a smirk on his face, arranging the items in a row.

"They put me in a mess, guys. I didn't even know what foods they would buy, now I regret even getting out of bed." Y/N grumbled miserably, helping the boys open all the product packaging.

Nick rolled his eyes at her drama, quickly explaining about the app they would use to choose who would go in turn.

"Let's begin!"

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"Please, don't be me. Please, don't be me." Nick speaks repeatedly with a frown on his face, his right hand over his mouth while his left index finger pressed the screen of his phone.

Y/N let out a laugh at him, also pressing her finger on the screen, along with Chris and Matt. Matt's right arm was around her shoulder as he took deep breaths, trying to calm the strong, disgusting taste that was settling in his mouth.

The girl watched him momentarily from the corner of her eye, checking if he was well within the limit, feeling his hand squeezing her biceps lightly.

Chris's excited scream caught her attention abruptly, her eyes traveling to the screen. Her finger had been chosen to eat the yellow pepper.

She stared at the pepper for a few seconds, the triplets' laughter sounding like a background sound to her ears.

"Wait, isn't that the yellow pepper we use as seasoning?" Y/N asked, taking some steps away from Matt and the boys and finally picking up the food, twirling it between her fingers.

"I don't know. It doesn't matter, just eat it!" Nick pressed, looking at her expectantly.

Matt watched her closely, pressing his lips into a thin line, trying to contain his laughter, supporting his own weight against the table with his left arm.

The girl shrugged. If her theory was right, that was one of her favorite peppers. She brought her hand to her mouth and bit off a small piece, chewing carefully as she felt the taste and burn settle on her tongue.

"Um, not too strong. It's good." Y/N commented, still chewing, swallowing seconds later.

"You're crazy, entirely." Chris shook his head repeatedly, taking steps away from her as if she was mad.

Matt observed her with widened eyes, surprised by her little reaction.

"Put it there." Nick pointed to the counter next to the stove where they were piling up the food they had already eaten, his face showing a disgusting look. "Next!"

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"It's going to be Chris, I can feel it." Y/N muttered, her eyes fixed on the phone as their four index fingers pressed the screen.

The back of Matt's right shoulder was resting against her chest, while her free hand stroked his hair gently. She knew he was about to get sick, so she was trying to stay as close to him as possible.

"Oh no!" Chris shouted, bringing his right hand to his head in a sign of desperation after seeing the result.

"Yes!" Matt celebrated, turning around and hugging Y/N, jumping up and down in place. His sudden movements made her lose her balance, taking them both to the ground.

Y/N had her mouth open and eyes closed as laughter escaped her lips at her boyfriend's euphoria. She couldn't believe his happiness just because he wasn't chosen to eat the yogurt.

Matt screamed in celebration, hugging Y/N tightly. Nick told him to lower his voice due to the hour, but he was completely ignored.

"He is crazy." Chris commented, pointing to the two on the floor as he shook his head, letting out a laugh, momentarily forgetting what he had to eat.

Nick took the camera off the tripod, focusing the lens on the couple, capturing the perfect image of Y/N with her back against the cold floor and Matt with half his body over hers, his arms encircling her torso and his head buried in the curve of her neck, sounds of laughter echoing from there.

Fans would go crazy over that.

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"No!" Matt screamed, his eyes wide and his mouth open. He had been chosen to eat the red pepper.

Y/N winced, her eyes going from her boyfriend to the pepper and back again. Before she could say anything encouraging, Matt picked up the food and bit off half of it.

"Matt! Are you crazy? This is very spicy. Spit it in the trash! Don't swallow it." Y/N yelled, her eyes wide. She put her hands on Matt's shoulders, guiding him to the trash can.

"Spit it out, Matt." Chris repeated, recording his brother's steps with the camera.

Y/N pressed the pedal to the trash can, opening the lid and patting her boyfriend's shoulder as he spat. She bit her lower lip in worry as she noticed his face start to turn red, his eyes filling with tears.

"Oh, baby. Breathe." She asked calmly, guiding him to the front of the table again, her hands resting on his waist, squeezing the covered skin lightly.

"Oh my God, it's so hot." Matt agonized, fanning his face with his right hand. "My lips-"

Chris and Nick laughed at his reaction, taking their fingers to the phone again, wanting to end the video quickly.

"Come on, guys!" Nick called, pushing Y/N's hips with his own - since she was closer to him -, getting her attention.

The girl took Matt's right hand and guided it to the phone, placing him index finger on the screen and then her own, keeping her eyes fixed on her boyfriend's face. Droplets of sweat started to appear on his forehead as his cheeks burned red, and Y/N was ready to get him out of there if necessary.

Chris was chosen next to eat the jelly, and Matt took advantage of the situation to walk around a little, wanting to alleviate the burning sensation in his mouth.

Y/N quickly followed him, helping him drink the water that was still in his hands, despite knowing it wouldn't help much.

"Do you want some milk, my love?" She asked quietly so the camera wouldn't catch it. Matt shook his head, feeling his stomach churn at the thought of adding milk to the horrendous mix of all the things he had eaten.

The boy seemed disoriented, his head hurt, and his tongue burned. He walked over to the refrigerator, pulling the door open and opening his mouth, momentarily exhaling in the cold air, before closing it again.

"Come, love." Y/N pulled him closer to the phone again, intertwining their free hands and squeezing his fingers with her own lightly.

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"Are you okay?" Chris asked, approaching and touching Matt's shoulder. His words sounded worried, even though he was still laughing.

Matt nodded as he drew in puffs of air through his open mouth, a multi-layered piece of colby-jack cheese pressed to his right cheek. Y/N watched him from the side, feeling helpless.

"It's not helping." He shouted, leaning on Nick momentarily and blinking his eyes repeatedly, watching Y/N eat the second to last content.

His heart raced when it was the app's turn to choose who would eat the last item, the raw egg.

"If Matt's chosen, I'll eat for him." Y/N quickly imposed, pressing her finger on the screen and staring intently at it.

"This is not how it works." Chris muttered, bumping his shoulder against hers playfully.

"Fuck the rules." She shrugged, sighing in relief when she saw the app choose Nick.

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"Matt, what was the worst that you ate?" Chris asked, bringing the camera closer to Matt, who was opening the fridge.

The boy ignored him, leaning forward slightly and bringing his mouth under the water filter, taking long sips. Y/N let out a low laugh as she saw Chris frown at not receiving any response, rubbing her boyfriend's back softly.

Matt closed the fridge doors, taking some steps back and resting his arms on the table as he took a deep breath, feeling all the food rise up his throat. He swallowed hard, straightning up and looking at Chris behind the camera, his own eyes filling with tears.

"I'm going to bed." His voice was broken. He turned and walked quickly to his shared room with Y/N, receiving a light slap on the back from Nick.

"Okay, he's going to bed."

Y/N let out a nasal laugh, shaking her head. She quickly walked to the cupboard next to the stove, taking a glass. She opened the fridge, taking a bottle of ice cold water and pouring some milk into the glass, closing the door with her hip.

"I'll take care of him." She told the boys, blowing an air kiss to the lens before walking to their bedroom, balancing the items in her hands, Nick and Chris' voices speaking with the camera falling behind.

The girl turned the door handle with her elbow, slowly entering the room and closing it again behind her back.

Her eyes traveled around momentarily, the lights were off, making it difficult to see anything. She squinted her eyes and quickly found her boy laying on the bed in a fetal position, approaching him in slow steps.

Y/N placed the milk and water on the bedside table and squatted down, resting her arms on the mattress. She brought her right hand to Matt's hair, gently brushing the loose strands out of his eyes. Her fingers caressing his warm skin.

"Honey? What are you feeling?" She asked in a low tone, not wanting to heighten her boyfriend's senses. Her heart sank at the way Matt seemed to be in discomfort, his eyes were closed tightly and his brow was furrowed, his shoulders tense.

"Stomach pain. My tongue is still burning and I'm hot on the insides and cold on the outside." The boy explained, his voice sounding weak followed by him sniffling.

"Come here, baby. Let me help you." Y/N asked gently, standing up from her crouched position and helping Matt sit up slowly.

Her hands grabbed the hem of the black t-shirt that covered his torso, pulling it up slowly, helping him take it off his arms and head, placing it aside on the mattress to fold later.

Y/N quickly grabbed the air conditioning remote that was next to the items she brought, turning it on and setting it to 18°C. Not so cold, but refreshing.

She put the remote back in place and picked up the milk, sitting on the edge of the bed and raising the glass so Matt could see what it was, receiving a whine in response.

"I know it might seem gross to drink milk after everything you've eaten, but it will help lessen the burn from the pepper, baby." Y/N spoke calmly, bringing the glass closer to Matt's face. "You ate a large amount. If we don't alleviate it now, this burning sensation will continue for several hours, sweetheart."

The boy sighed before wrapping both of his hands around Y/N's, who was still holding the glass for fear of Matt dropping it since his hands were shaking. He took it to his lips and closed his eyes tightly, tilting the glass and taking a small sip.

Y/N encouraged him with small whispers, pushing his hair back with her free hand, freeing his forehead from the heat of his strands.

Matt put the glass down after a few sips, pushing it closer to her, showing that he didn't want any more. He removed his hands from around Y/N's, allowing her to put it down.

The girl placed it on the bedside table again, watching her boyfriend's reactions.

"Do you think you're going to throw up? Or are you okay, and it's just the burning?"

"No, I'm not going to throw up, I just want to sleep." The boy responded weakly, lowering his torso onto the bed again, feeling the duvet pressing against his back. He turned onto his side, pressing his right hand to his exposed stomach. "Come lie down with me, please."

"I will, my love. Just let me take this glass to the kitchen, and I'll be right back." Her tone was low.

She leaned her body over his, sealing his cold forehead with her warm lips for a few seconds before pulling away and rising from the bed. She took the glass again, pushing the water bottle closer to the bed before taking steps towards the exit.

"I love you." She heard Matt whisper before closing the door behind her. A huge smile decorated her face as she felt her heart race.

She would do anything to make him feel better and Matt knew that.

extra - comments:

"I seriously thought Matt would throw up everything 😭"

"omg Matt is CRAZY for eating half of a red pepper without a second thought 🤡"

"Y/N worrying about Matt is so cute 🥺"

"the way Y/N kept looking at Matt all the time, making sure he was okay 😔 I love them so much"

"Matt almost dying, Y/N worried sick and Chris and Nick laughing until their next generation was the best thing I saw today"

"Matt and Y/N on the floor laughing their asses off is my new romain empire 🧎‍♀️"

"Matt saying 'I'm going to bed' after a traumatic experience is totally me for real"

"can we take a minute to appreciate Y/N eating the yellow pepper like it was chocolate? WHAT A WOMAN GUYS!!!! 🤤"

© vanteguccir

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Dirty Minds 1

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson

Summary: You start a new job after being fired as a programmer and it's more than you could have anticipated. (maid AU)

Note: I should stop.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“Yeah, mom, I got the job,” you huff. “On my way right now. You really think Auntie would say no?” 

“I know my sister,” your mother harrumphs from the other end. “She doesn’t do favours.” 

“I mean, couldn’t she just give me some money instead of making me scrub floors,” you joke to the deathly silent speaker. “Alright, cool, well, guess I should go. I’m here.” 

“Good luck,” your mom sighs. “Please don’t mess this up. Your father and I already postponed our vacation once.” 

“I won’t,” you croak, deflated by the reminder. “Love ya.” 

She hangs up without returning the sentiment. Yep, she’s still mad about that. You didn’t ask to be fired. Actually, you worked overtime and bent over backwards just to avoid the fate. It happened anyways. Every company in the state culled their numbers. Looks like your programming degree is now as coveted as English Lit. 

You look up at the Upper East Side townhouse and suck your teeth. It’s just another reminder of everything you don’t have. Of everything you lost. Your order-in pad thai and sushi have given way to peanut butter on stale bread and canned soups. You can go without, it just stinks. 

This should help. Aunt Jan says the job pays well if you do a good job. The more clients you can pick up, the better. For now, you’re starting out with one. Probation, she calls it. Even if your mom hates her sister, they’re more alike than she cares to admit. 

You grunt as you swing the bucket of cleaning supplies with your steps up the concrete steps. The compact vacuum strapped to your back doesn’t aid in your struggle to maintain your balance. You couldn’t afford the rental fee for the company car so you schlupped everything here on the subway. Not ideal. 

You put the kit down and tap the buzzer, struggling to catch your breath. There’s no answer. Jan said that might happen. Try again and if there’s no answer, let yourself in. 

It’s not that complex, is it? You got through coding and calculus. You can figure out all those attachments for the vacuum. You hit the button again. 

“Ah, welcome lady maid, you’ve come at last,” the booming lilted voice crackles from the speaker. You flinch. There’s a lens there too. You try to smile. 

“Uh, hi,” you reply. “I was sent by the Agency.” 

“Yes, yes, as Stark recommended. Please, come in. Ehhhh, which button....” 

The door clicks and beeps as it unlocks. Wonderful. The blind leading the blind. That might be better. You definitely don’t need a stickler pointing out the streaks on the windows. 

You push the door open and heave the bucket over the threshold. You take off your shoes and unhook the vacuum from your back. Should you start with the instructions in the app or go find your new boss? 

You wander further in, sheepish as you look around the interior. There’s red satin strewn over the back of the French-style sofa and clunky boots beside it. And there’s a few takeout containers piled across from the large television. Oh, right, it definitely is a man. 

“Lady maid? Is that you?” The voice calls through the doorway to your right. 

You slowly follow it as you hear clinking from within. You peek into the kitchen and cry out at the scene. You don’t mean to stare at the naked ass but it’s the first thing that you see. The large man, with blond hair spilling past his shoulders, is nonchalant as he loads the coffee maker. Entirely naked! 

“Uhhhhh.” Your voice unfurls dumbly and you bring your hand up to block your view. “Um. You—you're...” 

“Oh my, yes, I do forget myself,” he chortles and searches around. He grabs an apron and ties it around his waist. “In Asgard, the natural form is not stigmatized. Rather, we do much unfettered. Cook, clean, wrestle.” 

You reluctantly drop your hand as you’re face by the man and his immense chest. He’s huge. And familiar. He isn’t a man at all. He’s... 

“Thor?” You utter dumbly. 

“You know me? Did I perhaps save your cat?” He asks. 

“No, I saw you... on TV.” 

“Oh yes, how amusing. It was I!” He grins triumphantly. “They don’t always tell me when there are cameras.” 

“Hm,” you nod awkwardly. “I... should I just start.” 

“Ah, diligent maid, how admirable. To work so earnestly,” he praises and turns to grab his cup as the machine quits grinding. His ass is still out as the apron only conceals his front. You’re not going to get hung up on it. He’s probably hung too. 

Wow. Wow. Keep your head above board. 

“I’ll start out there,” you point over your shoulder. 

“Whatever you like, lady maid.” 

You retreat and try not to picture his muscular ass or statuesque shoulders or bright blue eyes. It must be a godly trick. You’re not one of those fan girls. You’re not pathetic like that. 

You start in the living room. You open a bin bag and start to gather the containers. A fan of burritos, you see. You make your way around the surfaces. You should be methodic. Clutter first, then floors. 

You continue back into the entryway and organize the shoe rack. You hang the cloak left on the sofa and take the boots over to the mat. There’s several cloaks and many shoes and boots. The green satin holds your curiosity. You didn’t think that was his colour. 

You carry on through each room, avoiding the kitchen as long as you can. You go into the bathroom, bracing yourself. You wipe off an errant glop of toothpaste and some darker hair strands near the drain. Those are black, not blond. 

A groan tickles your ear and you glance over as a shadow steps into the doorway. The lithe figure stretches his arms above him as he tilts his head back, arching so his chest puffs out and his... bits dangle freely. You squeal and cover your eyes. 

“Oh god!” You cry out. 

“So I am,” the other Asgardian sweeps in without bother, brushing by you as he approaches the toilet. 

“Uhhhh, oh, oh,” you squeak as he flips up the lid. “Jeez!” 

You hurry out of the bathroom and swing the door shut behind you as his stream hits the water loudly. You stand on the other side, breathless in shock. That was him. Loki!

You don’t know what’s more off putting. The shameless nudity or that you’ve been assigned to clean up after two gods. Not just gods, avengers. Well, at least Thor. 

It doesn’t matter. You’re here to clean, so keep your eyes and your brain under control. You don’t need Aunt Jan getting a complaint, even if this is the last job you wanted. 

[nerdyjournals]

Sweet Sugar

ship: skz x diabetic!reader

Note: i, myself, am a type 2 diabetic. So a lot of these things come from my experience.

WARNING: MENTIONS OF INJECTIONS AND NEEDLES

Hyung Line. Maknae Line.

Bang Chan

Noticed you were super lethargic, like more so than normal. When asking you about it, you just waved him off and said that it probably was your sugar

Obviously, he was as confused until you pulled up an app on your phone. A big 201 took up the top of the screen.

He took your phone - scrolling through the app - as you reached for your bag, pulling out a container of peanuts. He finally understood what was going on.

You explained to him that you get super tired when it gets low as well as high. Diabetes fatigue, you said. You two were about to head out, so you couldn't exactly take a nap.

He offered to cancel and reschedule, but you just said you were used to it. He didn't like that. So he drags you to the living room and sets you on the couch to snack and rest.

He makes you share the app to his phone so he can see when you drop or rise when absolutely necessary.

Lee Know

It all started because you didn't seem excited when he announced what he was making for dinner. You haven't really had beef ribs since your diagnosis.

He was ultimately confused before you explained that red meat has a possibility to shoot up your sugar and leave you feeling off. It's not that you can't have it, but it's been a while.

He can see that you feel guilty as you assure him to still make it since everything was out. An idea clicks in his head before ushering you into the living room and told to wait.

You don't really question him as he goes about working, not even when he answers a delivery at the door.

By the time he calls you in, the table is set with the ribs, sides, and a plate of chicken. Same seasonings and everything. He could see the guilt reappearing on your face, and would have none of that.

He sat you down, placed the chicken in front of you, and took his own seat. He said nothing until you started eating, humming in contempt when you dug in.

It felt nice that he didn't get mad or make you feel like the bad guy. He just accommodated you and still respected you. It was perfect.

Changbin

The loud beeping of your phone caught his attention, making him laugh as you scrambled to turn it off.

You let out a groan and looked around for your bag, pulling out a small insulated bag, and excusing yourself to the restroom.

He said nothing, just a little confused. It was when you came back rubbing at your belly that he spoke up. You had to inject some insulin with all the snacks the two of you had today, nothing too special.

You could see the panic rise to his eyes before quickly assuring him that you were okay. You just didn't account for all your favorite goodies to be in his studio and you went at them like a man starved. You just had to be mindful for the rest of the day.

He immediately asked you if he had to get rid of the snacks and realized you'd rather put his head in a spike than lose access to your favorites...playfully.

A lot of personal stuff had been happening recently and you were the type to eat your feelings. He was too.

The best compromise you could come up with was finding similar snacks to fix the craving and keep you steady while keeping the bad ones under lock and key of which Changbin had.

Hyunjin

It was the clicking coming from the bathroom that caught his attention. He pushed open the cracked door to check on you, only to find you injecting insulin into your stomach.

He quickly backed up out of shock and re-shut the door. Waiting another second before knocking in the door, he slowly opened it. You were rubbing the spot with an amused look on your face.

The two of you were about to have dinner, and you had to prep yourself first. The injections were fairly new, so the two of you would have to get used to it.

He spends the whole meal talking and asking questions about your condition. You do your best to explain and it suffices.

It amazes him that you're able to be so functional after you talk about some of the side effects and handicaps.

In the following days, he does research about what snacks are safe for you and sticks them in the apartment. It throws him for a loop when he sees the bottles of medicine you leave with him as back up. Since when do they make pills that size?!

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[theorist-fox]

"Theo! I wanna write stories of my favourite fictional characters fighting for their lives, solving mysteries, surviving an apocalypse, finding love, and getting railed into next Tuesday—but I’m not confident in my English since it's not my first language.

What can I do?"

Well—

Have a seat, my sweet, and let cranky ol' Theo take you on a journey to reach (almost) unshakable confidence in your second (third? fourth? fifth? damn 🧐) language.

I’m going to assume everyone here has had a reasonable smattering of English ever since they were young, because yes—I just know that if you’re here and English isn’t your first language, you’ve been studying it ever since you were a kid.

However, if you haven’t, let me introduce you to:

Step 0. Get started!

English grammar is relatively easy, especially when compared to other languages (i.e. Italian grammar is a nightmare, Spanish grammar is a nightmare, French grammar is… my sleep paralysis demon).

There are several sites you can consult to train your English, and the most well-rounded one (I used to steal exercises from it when I helped my niece with her English homework) is BBC Learning English. 

It has videos, subjects are divided into units and each unit has straightforward exercises that are promptly corrected.

Unfortunately, most sites have a paywall.

To keep training your English, Duolingo is still an incredibly effective app. It’s free, packed with exercises, and you can start at any level you want!

Don’t make the owl mad and keep training, even if it's only a handful of minutes a day. Take notes on a notepad as you go, and review them as you would during a normal school lecture. In other words: study the thing!

Step 1. Live English-ly

Go on about your day, but do it in English. 

Consume media like you’re a black hole sucking the Englishness out of everything around you. 

Watch films in English. 

Start easy, and choose animated features—they’re often directed to younger audiences hence the English they use is simple and direct. Put subtitles in your first language initially, and when you think you’ve gained enough confidence, switch to English Dub and English Sub.

Take notes of words you like, and idioms—hell, those work like a charm and make you look more confident in the language!

Keep your phone nearby and type in anything new, or jot it down on paper, on a napkin, wherever—as long as you store it somewhere safe for future reference.

Read books and fics in English

It doesn’t matter if the writer’s first language isn’t English, because you can still learn from anything.

If you don’t know a word, don’t skim over it even if you understand the meaning from the context. Look up the translation online and put it down somewhere you can easily refer to when writing!

When you feel confident enough, instead of searching for:

“XXX translation in XYZ language”,

look for:

“XXX meaning”.

This latter passage is important, because, more often than not, English words can change their meaning based on the context.

Example: “Funny”

“This is a funny joke” = This joke makes you laugh;

“My stomach feels funny” = Your stomach is not being tickled, but there’s something wrong with your stomach.

Read the news in English. 

This will help you develop a more formal language, allowing you to absorb concepts that aren't normally found in a fic/movie/book. Not only that, but the structure of a journalistic article can help you with the formatting. 

The main goal of the news is to give you information that is straight to the point. Most newspapers articles have the best formatting.

Paragraphs are direct and succinct; they contain the information you’re looking for and keep you focused.

That’s what you want to do with your audience: feed intel that keeps them fastened to your story, bit by bit. Paragraph by paragraph.

Step 2. 🎶 MUSIC, MUSIC, MUSIC 🎶

Listen to music in English, but not only for the vibe.

The wonderful thing about music is that singers don’t follow the rules: they’ll sing with their accent if they like (Stormzy, Hozier, Little Simz), or they’ll change where the accent falls on a word just to make it fit the melody.

Catch the words, try to understand the lyrics without reading through them, and then check them out later.

This is a good, fun way to train your ear and learn new words, while also 1) healing your soul because music is beautiful, and 2) having a good fucking time.

Step 3. Podcasts & YouTube videos

While many platforms offer free podcasts specifically designed for learning English, those created for other purposes are another fun way to train your ear and, above all, learn slang.

Now, as a Call of Duty fanfiction aficionado, I always strive to make my British men as British as can be. The British-est of them all.

I watch British YouTubers, I listen to British podcasters, watch movies made in the UK with British actors, and I listen to British artists and British music.

Do the same thing if you’re looking for a specific accent or dialect!

I understand that most YouTubers end up Americanizing themselves due to the dominance of American media, but you’d be surprised by how many keep their roots intact instead!

Step 4. Talk to yourself

Yes you read right.

Your first language isn’t English? We do not care in this household. 

What you wanna do is speak it daily. Talk to yourself, baby. Train that pronunciation.

Pretend you're Sherlock Holmes when you're looking for that thing you lost in the house—bonus if you add "Elementary, my dear Watson" if your pet is nearby!

Pretend you’re a cowboy and say Howdy to yourself in the mirror!

I’ll be honest with you: this is the only way I come up with dialogues. 

I have entire arguments with myself in bed, and sometimes I spontaneously say something that I think would fit X character.

Man, it's cathartic too, in a way. And I always win the argument—big plus, that one.

Step 5. Don’t change to fit in

This is my favourite thing about writing.

I'm just a lil Italian lady, and Italian sentence structure is completely different from the English.

We are chatty, we talk your ear off. Our sentences are long and structured; we could fit an entire concept into a single paragraph without ever putting a period in the sentence.

English, on the other hand, is much more direct. Shorter sentences and no convolutions whatsoever.

I tried to fit in, but alas I am chatty, and while sometimes I manage, other times I simply don’t—and that’s okay.

Weave your first language and culture into your English stories—this can become your signature as a writer!

Step 6. Make mistakes

The most ancient (and hated) tip of all times is “Learn from your mistakes”. 

I know, I know, I am also a perfectionist. I also go through a story at least four thousand times before I post it, and by the time I’m ready to click “Post now”, I hate it with all my guts (hell, this guide has mistakes, somewhere).

You’d be surprised how many people think differently, though

However, sometimes it will flop.

It’ll flop so hard you’ll end up wallowing in bed, ready to quit your hobby for good because you suck and that’s the only reasonable explanation.

When you’re done crying, however, sit down in front of your fic and analyze it.

Was the grammar fucked? Check it again. 

Have you used a trope so niche only three people are interested in it? Well, in that case, it didn't flop, did it? It just reached a small target audience.

Are the “Trigger Warnings” too much for the majority of people to handle? Is the fic too heavy? Too light? Too weird? It's okay! Sometimes your work won't be everyone's cup of tea. Sometimes you'll be the only one who'll like that type of tea.

You’ll flop and you’ll hate yourself and other people for it.

Don’t let it consume you, don’t resent the fandom for not clicking on your story. Don't resent native speakers because you think writing is easier for them—writing is never easy.

Fucking hell, I can’t write in my first language as comfortably as I do in English.

Listen to constructive criticism—ask for constructive criticism. Learn, learn, and learn.

And if some people are mean to you, if they tell you to never write again—flip ‘em the bird.

You’re allowed to say "Fuck You" to assholes.

Step 7. Ask for help

There is a community around you, ask for help.

English is not your first language, but it is for other people.

Be mindful and polite—some people will be open to helping, others won’t, and that’s more than fair. It’s not their job to teach you, but there’s no harm in reaching out.

Literally, conversations with my British friends sometimes go like this:

Step 8. Use resources

Writing resources are all over Tumblr, and all over the rest of the Internet too.

When I don’t want to bother someone because every one of us has a real life outside of social media, the Internet can still be your friend.

These are my favourite places:

WordHippo (Thank you @/void-my-warranty, we all say in unison): rich in synonyms categorized by meaning (much better alternative to TheSaurus)

r/AskABrit: subreddit dedicated to questions you might have regarding the English language and life in the UK. There is a "r/AskA___" subreddit for everything, to be honest—just look for it!

The Cranky Bint’s Guide to Brit-Picking: “A basic guide to Brit-picking your fics. It also explains some common cultural differences, and gives a list of your more basic swear words.” This is my treasure trove.

OneLook TheSaurus (Thank you @/staytrueblue, we all say in unison): allows you to find words based on the description you give it. Wonderful tool for non-native speakers who know the concept, but lack the vocabulary!

Step 9. Read, watch, listen

Writing is grammar, true.

Writing is beautifully constructed sentences that flow like water beneath your eyes and fill you with emotions you never knew were possible.

But writing is also substance.

Think of your imagination as a car—you gotta give it fuel, baby, or it won’t go anywhere.

Your mind can take you to every nook and cranny of the world—the one you know and the ones you don’t—but it won’t get far if you don’t explore the possibilities.

Read books in any language, watch movies in any language, observe life happening around you.

Look at yourself, too.

You are a story, already.

Pick bits and pieces of your life and place them in a character. Remember conversations that tore the heart out of your chest, or those that tickled you just right.

There’s a whole world around you waiting to inspire you. Use it!

Step 10. Have fun, goddamnit!

Theo, I just wrote the most disgusting piece of smut/gore/whatever of my entire life in a fugue state what do I do?

Did you have fun?

Yes

GOOD. Others will have fun reading it, too.

Don’t be afraid. You’re using a damn alias, for fuck’s sake—and so are the people reading your work!

This is your chance to be your unabashed self—but always be kind and mindful to other writers and your readers.

Have fun, pour it all out, and share it with the world.

Enjoy this.

It's a hobby that not only helps you overcome language insecurities, but also uncovers parts of yourself you never knew were there.

Now go, my sweet. You are ready. I say, placing my hand over your head in blessing

Write your heart out, tell your stories, and enjoy the ride.

This is what it’s all about.

With all my love,

—Theoristfox🦊

[mins-fins]

sound of rain

&&. it's raining, but that's the least of both of your problems.

pairing: na jaemin x gn!reader

genre: angst, fluff(?)

warnings: swearing, sadness, exes who are in love with each other but wont ever get back together

word count: 1k

notes: hiiiiiiiii tumblr users 😊 isa finally posted after all the hospital trips and mental anguish that i faced because god hates me 🫶 i love na jaemin.. as you can tell, and this idea was originally supposed to be much worse, much sadder, and contain character death, but i have a heart, so you guys didn't get that sadness.. okay see you next week with another update!!

the weather app is a fucking liar.

you hate the weather app, you hate the weather, and you absolutely hate the local convenience store for not having anymore umbrellas. of course you can't blame the convenience store for that, you really are just looking for something to be angry about, something to distract you from the water pooling in your shoes. just your luck.

you really need to punch someone, you need to be violent, you need to scream and yell, but you also have to keep your composure before someone thinks you're a crazy person.

you trudge your way down the sidewalk, clothes unkempt, hair falling flat as the rushing droplets hit your head at a laser quick pace.

you hate what you're doing to yourself, because you know where your going. your hands ball into fists at your side, and your soaking wet clothes remind you of how idiotic the move of walking in the rain is. still, you continue going, because there's really only one place nearby that you can go.

but it's the person whose there that peaks your anxiety.

you scowl at yourself, coming across the familiar sight of a place. you wrap your own arms around yourself and step into puddle after puddle, a sob heavy on your tongue as you raise your fist to knock the door.

it doesn't take long for it to open, because you know he's home, his lights are on. when the door opens, your met with a well acquainted gasp, one that gets a small laugh out of you, paired with a quick shiver.

"oh my— y/n.. what the fuck?"

"i'm sorry" you say immediately, keeping your arms wrapped around yourself. "for showing up unannounced, i know what we agreed on but no buses are coming anytime soon and my place is so fucking far away—"

"hey, it's fine really" his laughter is soft, a sound of solace you greatly missed hearing, and your able to hold back your sob. "come in you're gonna get sick!"

you ironically shiver at those words, stepping into the familiar warmth of your ex boyfriend's home. oh you missed this place, it's so easy to settle into, it just has this natural coziness about it that you could never explain.

as fast as jaemin opens the door, he runs across the hallway and comes back in with a towel, wrapping it around you. he places a hand on your back; "sit down".

your quick to shake your head. "i'm literally soaked, i don't want to get your couch wet.."

"oh shut up" he counters, nudging you closer to his couch. "sit, i don't care, there are clearly bigger problems".

you aren't sure if he's being hostile because you're stubborn, or because it's you. you want to hesitate, but he gives you a look, and you sit down, shivering against the towel around you.

jaemin sighs, and you shrink, you feel like he's mad at you. "you want hot chocolate?"

of course, even with your.. problems, he still cares about your wellbeing, even a little. you nod, words stuck in your throat, and that's all he needs, he turns on his heel to make his way towards the kitchen. you bump your feet together, trying to think about anything but your ex who is right there.

you can think about the rain. on most occasions you like the rain, when it isn't pouring at lightning speed, it relaxes you. you like when the rain is cold, like when it graces your skin in slow drops.

you had your first kiss with jaemin in the rain.

it was on a day just like this, you usually hate rain like this, but on that day, na jaemin had convinced you to go out in the rain with him, where he wrapped your arms around your waist and pressed his lips to yours, simply a week after you had officially become a couple.

that kiss haunts you all the time, that kiss meant forever, but you were also just stupid, naive, believed love could span all that time.

one of your wet hair strands graces your cheek, and your brought back to the reality of the situation by a meow. you look down at the floor, smiling at the sight of a cat pressing it's cheek against your leg.

"hi luna" you greet, and you get a resounding meow as a response. you missed jaemin's cats as much as you missed jaemin yourself, you found yourself getting sort of attached to them while you guys were dating.

"she missed you" you jump when you hear jaemin closer to you, standing beside the arm of the couch with a mug of hot chocolate. he extends his hands forward to give you the hot chocolate you asked for, and you take it. "i mean.. they all did, so much for not being a cat person".

you scoff. "i'm not a cat person, but i love your cats".

jaemin hums, sitting beside you. he doesn't sit close enough that you two brush against each other, but close enough that you can admire him up close. "you were basically their second owner".

were. that word stings, but you don't comment on it.

"you aren't thinking of walking back home, are you? it's gonna rain for the next few hours".

"it's fine, i'm not gonna melt or anything".

he doesn't like the sound of that, though, his jaw clenches in just the slightest, and he ignores how luna purrs on the floor. "just stay the night".

"jaemin i'm not gonna—"

"you aren't going back out in the rain, stay the night, you know i have another room".

of course you know, you practically lived here for a while. you pause, letting the heat of the hot chocolate melt onto your tongue. you listen to the hum of the house, luna still purring on the floor, climbing jaemin's leg and curling into his lap. "okay".

somehow, your throat feels dry, even with the hot chocolate you just drank. jaemin smiles, but the smile feels flat, as if lacking the happiness it should contain. "great" he whispers, caressing the soft fur of luna's back, he seems just as weird as about it as you do.

you can't look back at him, you won't be able to not kiss him if you do.

[fallinashes]

TFP CHARACTERS REACTING TO THE READER GETTING MAD BE CAUSE THE CHARACTER AI APP IS DOWN

This contains: Optimus, megatron, starscream, soundwave, knockout, smokescreen

Note: I tried writing wheeljack aswell but my brain was about to explode 💀 also I was gonna add mirage but I didn’t I’ll do him separately

Also sorry for barely any fics my mh has been shit but I do have other fics i made that I’ll upload either now or later 🖤

Optimus Prime observed the reader's frustration with a calm and understanding demeanor as they expressed their irritation over the app's maintenance. He knew how much the virtual interactions with characters meant to them, and he couldn't help but try to lighten the mood.

"Ah, it appears the app's systems require some repair. Fret not, my friend, for such occurrences are not uncommon in the realm of technology," Optimus reassured the reader with his deep voice.

The reader sighed, "I know, Optimus, but I just miss talking to everyone. It's like they're real friends to me."

Optimus placed a comforting servo on their shoulder. "I understand the feeling. We Autobots have our own unique bonds, whether it be virtual or physical. Just remember that no matter the form, friendship endures."

"I suppose you're right," the reader admitted, a faint smile gracing their lips.

Optimus chuckled warmly, "Indeed. And while the app is down, how about we engage in some human pastimes? Perhaps we could share tales or simply enjoy each other's company."

The reader's eyes lit up, appreciating the Autobot leader's kindness. "That sounds nice, Optimus."

As they spent time together, sharing stories and laughing, the reader realized that Optimus was not only a wise leader but also a compassionate friend. They felt grateful for his presence, even without the app, and knew that true connections could be made both virtually and in person.

When the app eventually came back online, the reader couldn't wait to greet their virtual friends again, including Optimus. And as they continued their adventures in the virtual world, they knew they could count on Optimus Prime's support, whether it be in the digital realm or the real world. For in the end, the bonds of friendship transcend any technological barrier, and true friends, even virtual ones, stand by each other no matter what.

Megatron, seated on his throne aboard the Nemesis, arched an optic ridge as the reader stormed into the bridge, clearly frustrated about the app's maintenance. He couldn't resist the opportunity to tease them, relishing in their moment of vulnerability.

"Ah, human, your precious app seems to have betrayed you," Megatron said with a sly smirk.

The reader scowled, "It's not just any app, Megatron. It's the one that allows me to interact with all my favorite Decepticons."

"Hmm, I suppose I can understand your frustration. The absence of my brilliant presence can be quite unbearable," Megatron replied, pretending to stroke his chin thoughtfully.

The reader rolled their eyes, "You and your ego! It's not just about you, you know."

Megatron chuckled darkly, enjoying the banter. "Of course, I am well aware of that. Though I must admit, knowing you can't bask in the glory of my leadership must be quite distressing."

The reader couldn't help but laugh, despite their irritation. "You know, Megatron, sometimes I wonder if you were programmed with a sense of humor."

"Ah, humor indeed. Only a foolish bot would fail to appreciate my wit," Megatron replied, his smirk growing wider.

As the app's maintenance continued, the reader and Megatron exchanged playful jabs, creating an amusing dynamic between the two. The Decepticon leader found it surprisingly enjoyable to engage in light-hearted banter with the human, finding a unique camaraderie in their shared love for the virtual world.

When the app finally came back online, the reader couldn't wait to greet their virtual Decepticon friends again, including Megatron. And as they continued their interactions through the app, they knew that even the mightiest of Decepticon leaders could have a humorous side, adding a touch of unexpected fun to their digital adventures.

Starscream was having a rare moment of peace, when suddenly, the reader stormed into his quarters with a furious expression. Confused and intrigued, he asked what was wrong. The reader huffed, "The character AI app is down for maintenance, and I can't talk to my favorite Decepticon!"

Starscream couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. "Oh, the mighty human is upset about a mere app malfunction? How amusing!" he teased, trying to suppress a grin. "I suppose you can't handle being without my genius for a short time?"

The reader shot back, "Hey, your 'genius' might be entertaining sometimes, but it's not like I need you constantly!"

Starscream's smirk widened, enjoying the playful banter. "Ah, but admit it, you'll miss my superior intellect and irresistible charm."

Rolling their eyes, the reader retorted, "I'll manage just fine without your ego, thank you very much."

Amused by the reader's spirit, Starscream couldn't resist continuing the teasing. "Of course, you will. But remember, when the app is back, I expect you to worship my intellect with the appropriate level of reverence!"

The reader laughed, "Sure, Starscream, I'll be sure to shower you with compliments and praises!"

Throughout the maintenance downtime, Starscream and the reader playfully exchanged witty remarks and jokes, creating a unique bond over their mutual love for Transformers. When the app finally came back online, the reader couldn't help but smile as they greeted their virtual Decepticon friend, knowing that Starscream's smugness would be back in full force.

And so, their unusual friendship continued, with Starscream secretly enjoying the attention and the reader being entertained by the ever-dramatic and overconfident Seeker. Even when the app went down for maintenance again, they knew their amusing interactions would resume once it was up and running, making the wait worth it.

Soundwave, the stoic and enigmatic Decepticon, observed the reader's frustration closely. He approached them silently and tilted his head, emitting a series of beeps and clicks to express his curiosity.

The reader sighed, "The character AI app is down for maintenance, and I can't talk to any of the Decepticons, including you, Soundwave."

Soundwave's visor flickered in acknowledgment, and he emitted a low hum, trying to convey understanding. He then projected a holographic screen, displaying a message that read, "App malfunction. Frustrating."

The reader chuckled, "You can say that again, Soundwave. I rely on the app to talk to everyone, and it's frustrating when it's down."

Soundwave's visor brightened with an idea. He typed on the holographic keyboard and projected another message, "Alternative communication. Soundwave's solution."

Curious, the reader asked, "You have an alternative?"

Soundwave nodded and gestured for the reader to follow him. He led them to a room filled with various communication devices. With a flourish, he activated an old-fashioned radio and began to transmit a series of beeps and tones.

"What's this?" the reader asked, trying to make sense of the signals.

"Soundwave's unique communication method," he replied through the radio's speakers.

The reader couldn't help but laugh at the unusual and quirky way Soundwave was trying to communicate. They attempted to mimic the beeps and tones, and soon, they were engaged in a playful conversation of their own.

While it was challenging to understand each other fully, the reader appreciated Soundwave's effort and found the whole experience surprisingly entertaining.

As they continued to experiment with Soundwave's alternative communication, the app's maintenance eventually came to an end. The reader greeted their virtual Decepticon friends with a smile, but they also knew that they had formed a unique bond with Soundwave, discovering that even without the app, meaningful connections could be made through unconventional means.

From that day on, the reader and Soundwave occasionally engaged in their quirky radio communication, adding a touch of amusing uniqueness to their interactions. And while the app remained an essential part of their virtual adventures, the memory of Soundwave's inventive solution always brought a smile to their face.

Knockout, the vain and self-absorbed Decepticon medic, was admiring his reflection in the shiny surfaces of the Nemesis when he noticed the reader stomping towards him with an annoyed expression. He turned to face them with a smirk, fully aware that something was bothering them.

"What's the matter, human? Did you finally realize how much you missed my irresistible charm and good looks?" Knockout said, running a servo through his perfectly sculpted plating.

The reader rolled their eyes. "Please, Knockout, don't flatter yourself. The character AI app is down, and I can't chat with any of the Decepticons, including you."

Knockout's smirk faltered slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. "Ah, I see. You couldn't resist being deprived of my company, could you?"

The reader crossed their arms, trying not to smile. "You wish. It's not just you; I miss talking to everyone."

Knockout tilted his helm arrogantly. "Well, of course you do. But let's face it, my presence is the most dazzling of them all."

The reader couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, Knockout, your ego knows no bounds!"

"Of course not! It's just a fact," he replied with a wink.

As the app's maintenance continued, Knockout decided to take matters into his own servos to remedy the situation. "How about this? Since you can't chat with us through the app, I can give you a private tour of the Nemesis. You can bask in the glory of my marvelous inventions and designs."

The reader raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "A private tour with you? I suppose that might be entertaining."

Knockout beamed, thoroughly pleased with himself. "Of course it will be. Now, prepare to be dazzled!"

And so, Knockout led the reader through the Nemesis, showcasing his various creations and boasting about his exceptional skills. While the reader occasionally teased him about his vanity, they couldn't deny that Knockout's inventions were truly impressive.

By the time the app came back online, the reader had gained a newfound appreciation for Knockout's talents and realized that beneath his conceited exterior, there was genuine skill and pride in his work. They greeted their virtual Decepticon friends with a smile, knowing that even without the app, they had formed a unique bond with Knockout through their amusing and unforgettable tour of the Nemesis.

Smokescreen, the young and energetic Autobot, was zooming around the base in vehicle mode when he noticed the reader sitting alone, looking upset. He transformed back into robot mode and approached them with concern.

"Hey there, what's got you down in the dumps? You look as glum as a Decepticon stuck in traffic!" Smokescreen said with a friendly grin.

The reader let out a frustrated sigh. "The character AI app is down for maintenance, and I can't chat with any of the Autobots, including you, Smokescreen."

Smokescreen's optics widened in surprise. "Aw, bummer! I can't blame you for being upset. It's always a blast talking to me, isn't it?"

The reader chuckled, "Well, I must admit, you do bring some excitement and chaos to the conversations."

Smokescreen's grin grew wider. "That's the spirit! I'm here to brighten up even the gloomiest days!"

"But now I'm stuck with no one to talk to," the reader said, frowning.

"Don't worry, buddy! We don't need that app to have a good time. How about we create our own fun?" Smokescreen suggested, a mischievous glint in his optic.

The reader raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Create our own fun? What do you have in mind?"

Smokescreen transformed back into vehicle mode and gestured for the reader to hop in. "Come on, hop in! We'll take a spin around the base, go on a wild race, and have an adventure of our own!"

The reader couldn't resist the invitation and hopped in. "Alright, Smokescreen, let's see what you've got!"

And off they went, racing through the base, zigzagging between corridors, and occasionally dodging other Autobots who were startled by the sudden excitement. Smokescreen made sure to add a few stunts and tricks, leaving the reader exhilarated and forgetting all about the app's maintenance.

As they finally came to a stop, the reader couldn't help but laugh. "Wow, that was amazing! Thanks for cheering me up, Smokescreen."

Smokescreen grinned proudly. "No problem at all! See, who needs an app when you've got the real deal right here?"

The reader nodded, "You're right. The real-life adventures with the Autobots are always the best."

And so, the reader and Smokescreen continued to create their own fun and forge an unforgettable bond that went beyond virtual conversations. While the app's maintenance was frustrating, it led to a real-life adventure that the reader wouldn't trade for anything, especially with the lively and spirited Autobot, Smokescreen, by their side.

LMK IF I MADE ANY MISTAKES

[driftwooddestiel]

do you have any franz fic recs? i just finished itao...

HI YES OF COURSE!! admittedly the majority of franz fic i’ve read other than itao has been the one fic (which i’ll explain under the cut so this post doesnt get too long) but i’ve also read some random short fics on slacken_ties and the like which i’ll link (it’s been a while since i read them but i saved them in my notes app so they mustve been pretty good)

this one which is very short but fun: https://slacken-ties.livejournal.com/890859.html

this one which is an incredibly strange and silly franz-themed mad libs: https://slacken-ties.livejournal.com/321086.html

this one which is a crackfic that i for one find very funny and enjoyable: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46345735/chapters/116684737

aaand i dont really have any more specific recs unfortunately sorry 😭 but i highly recommend looking at slacken_ties on livejournal because that’s a community that was literally dedicated to franz fanfiction so there’s TONS of stuff. ALSO IF ANYONE ELSE HAS SOME RECS PLEASE DO SHARE IN THE REPLIES OR REBLOGS 👍 apologies that i havent got more recs 

onto the fic i mentioned before — it’s a 40-chapter fic from slacken_ties called uni fic which is . very intense and very good & was quite impactful in the franzdom. HOWEVER! i learnt quite literally as i was writing this post that the writer of it is planning to take it down/remove it from slacken_ties soon since they have plans for the story — they said i’m free to save a copy of it if i want, which i’m currently about halfway through making, but i’m not sure yet whether they’d be okay with said copy being shared within the fandom so i’ll have to ask. in the meantime you can read it on slacken_ties still for now but just know it’s possible it will be deleted in a few weeks. 💥UPDATE the author says they’re okay with it being shared privately among a few people provided it’s not posted publicly online. so if you want to read it you can ask and i’ll send you a file (i finished archiving my copy the other day), however i ask that you pretty please don’t share that file with anyone else & keep it private* 🙏💥 ALSO‼️ the fic does contain some themes and scenes that can be quite intense and uncomfortable & it doesn’t have warnings. i’ve also been working on a spreadsheet (yes…) of the chapters with individual warnings for each chapter so if you’d like to avoid or be prepared for certain topics then feel free to ask for the warnings. (spreadsheet isnt finished yet but its about halfway through right now). in case you couldn’t tell i’m a big fan of uni fic, i think it’s very interesting and i’ve read it twice in full haha. its a pretty intense fic to go through since its like. novel-length and also very explicit, so its definitely not for everyone, but imo its got a fascinating plot and is very well-written and interesting 👍 

*also on the topic of it needing some warnings, i haven’t finished making the chapter warnings spreadsheet quite yet so you might want to wait til thats done to read it seeing as it does contain graphic depictions of sexual violence & regular violence, among other things, and i really cannot stress enough that if you choose to read it without warnings you have to accept the risk you might encounter something you don’t want to read

[1nk-x]

Sup, I'm ~1nk_X~, but please call me ink! I still don't understand this app cause I'm kinda new so bare with me 😅

Anyways...HERES SOME STUFF ABOUT ME✨✨✨

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Age: 16

Taken <3

I'm pansexual and gender-fluid! (I'll let you know if I use specific pronouns!)

I draw! I've been practicing since I was little! My signature is "-Ink- (and the year)" I do take requests but not yet, I wanna get better first!

PFP art not mine

I'm not good with social ques, sorry 😅

I forget how to spell some words, type to fast, or forget to type words in general-

I won't use this app often but if I do, I'm on the Lucas account that I have :3

I'm usually open to most ships that contain MX, but my personal favorite is powerland (GB and MX)

My favorite thing right now is Mario 85 (MX)

Here's what I'll post on here:

Batim/batdr

Fnaf

Mario 85 and Mario's madness

Hypnos lullaby

And maybe Cuphead :/

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Here's who can and can't interact!

Interact: please be 13+! The lgbtq, any religion/race, furries, therians, etc!

DNI: homophobia, transphobia, racism, pedophiles, zoophiles, anti-furries/therians, and anything bad!

IF YOU SHIP MX AND LUCAS, LEAVE MY PAGE, NOW!!!

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PS: pls note that if your over the age of 18, again, I am a minor so please don't be weird, thanks!!!

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Thanks for reading and feel free to ask me anything!

[scary-grace]

Hi! 5, 9 and 19 for the fanfic writers ask

Thank you for the ask!

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

I'd like to say I'll write all my fic ideas, but if I'm being honest, it's my idea for a Fair Folk barduil AU that will probably never come to be. I got pretty far in the planning of it but ultimately it might work better for another ship or fandom than it does for them.

9. Do you write every day? If you wrote today, share a sentence of what you’ve written!

I do write every day! In one form or another, and today most of the work was done on my Notes app. So, from the erasermic ghost story:

Have questions for you is what Shouta meant to say. "Need someone to talk to," is what comes out, and Shouta winces internally. "Don't take that the wrong way. I should get a therapist instead of you.

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

It's not a WIP, but I can give a sentence from the next Kairos chapter (release date undetermined).

Tauriel looks guilty. She sits down on her bed, pushing one box off to the side to make room. Legolas wads up a last pile of clothing and stuffs it into the suitcase. Something strange is occurring, and Thranduil does not like it. He sits down on the floor between their beds. “Would you like to tell me what is going on?” “I had a bad dream last night,” Tauriel says. She draws her knees up to her chest. “I was standing out in the driveway, and it was raining like it was the day we moved in, only when I looked up at the house I saw it had eyes.” “It had eyes?” Thranduil repeats. “What do you mean?” “I don’t know. It had eyes.” Tauriel shrugs helplessly – and then she shivers, as though a cold wind has blown across her shoulders. “And it was mad at me. Or sad. Something. It didn’t like that I was in the rain instead of inside.” Thranduil has the urge to ask Tauriel to describe what she saw more completely – to tell him where the eyes were, and what made her believe it was angry. But then he thinks of what a drawing of the exterior of the house would necessarily contain and shoves the thought away. He reaches out for Tauriel’s hand, and she gives it to him. Her hand is shaking, and very small in his. Thranduil turns to Legolas. “Did you have a bad dream last night as well?” “No,” Legolas says. Thranduil is almost certain he’s lying. “But Tauriel woke up crying this morning.”

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[sillynoi]

Just saying what's in my mind cuz I got no one else to talk to and I don't trust my mother

(Quick note you do not have to feel bad or anything I'm alright and totally not going insane)

So firstly off, mah fear and sensitivity*adds the children cheering sound*

So I get sensitive to simple words such as "your art style has no anotamy" and things like that. As soon as I hear my best friend say I'm annoying and that I should learn more about personal space made me almost start breaking down in public, because I follow her almost every day since she's basically the only one I can actually talk to about my issues.

Second, my father's mistake (warning This contains SA to a minor)

I used to sleep with my father, and what I didn't know is that he cheated on my mom a week BEFORE marriage. The ex-girlfriend's name is Diana. After my mom finding out and Diana breaking up with my dad *she even took the Wi-Fi, the audacity* ,my dad hasn't been the same. He started to do the things to me *aka SA* while he was daydreaming (?) And I didn't know what to do since I am a minor. I told the school, and everything went down to a mess. CPS gave me more trauma and my mom still doesn't believe that my dad did it to me for 3 months every night while my mom was at work. I was forced to lie and the guilt, ad well as regret is still fresh in my mind. The worst part is that my dad knows he did it yet he lied to the police.

Third, the deadly-espresso clean-up controversy I just did read

I am not gonna say why this gave me so much stress. And it's not deadly-espresso, it's the ones who accused her. That made mad.

Lastly, my insomnia and nightmares

If you did read the first one, this is kinda lie a follow up. I couldn't get enough sleep because I get nightmares on my best friend abandoning me and even dumping me and all of the mistakes I made as well as the SA thing. I started sleeping on the sofa crying till 2 am and then sleeping. And I do stay up late because I doom scroll every app I have.

Again I'm alright *definitely not suicidal and acting drunk/high every day* I was so definitely not afraid to post this and took like three long breaks and shivers and might delete this soon

[ambrosialdesire]

how much more does csp slap than procreate? wanna know if i should buy it

hmmm i haven't used csp pro as much recently cause of how busy i am, only for achelous's banner and the new references for my ocs, but if you're currently using procreate or any other drawing app that doesn't have a complicated-looking interface, the interface and controls for csp can be difficult to understand. there's kind of a learning curve to get over, i had to look up a youtube tutorial on how to edit the interface to my liking when i first bought it lmfao but the brushes are SUPER nice with all the different textures, and the blending is so interesting to learn how to use since i rarely use the blending/smearing tool in procreate cause i have a difficult time understanding how to use it. the pieces i made so far come out crispy clear on my phone when i send it, which is personally amazing cause i always zoom in and inspect each little detail to see if i missed anything. AND YK HOW IN PROCREATE WHEN YOU BARELY ADJUST THE LINE DURING TRANSFORMING, IT BLURS TO SHIT???? IT DOESN'T REALLY DO THAT AT ALL FOR CSP, THAT SHITS GENUINELY A BLESSING. also i found out how to kinda use the 3d models, so i can do more dynamic poses AND practice my anatomy. genuinely, i really find csp quite an upgrade from procreate due to how many features it contains, BUT i still enjoy using procreate.

i don't have csp on my ipad and as much as i want to for accessibility purposes (i don't have the ability to bring my drawing tablet on me all the time + the wires are a hassle to set up, just imagine setting up in public when you already don't like being in public spaces for a long time, esp with what you draw 😭), you got me immensely fucked up if you think i'm doing a subscription instead of a one and done payment like procreate and csp on my laptop. procreate is mad convenient, i can doodle whatever i want with it, even while taking notes at the same time if i am using it for notes. i use gumroad to find most, if not all my brushes and it's so fun shopping for them like the csp brushes. i'm also super used to how each brush i use works cause i've been using it for nearly 4 years now, and ik how to work around certain elements to my liking, esp the liquify tool cause the liquify tool on csp lags and sometimes does not "listen" to what i'm trying to do with the drawing. i feel like procreate is sorta beginner friendly for digital art, ik other people say otherwise cause it is pretty lackluster compared to other professional digital art programs, but that's just what i think. also i like speedpainting process videos, i just watch them whenever i want to and remember what i was thinking or feeling during a particular moment in it.

all in all, i heavily believe that it's just personal preference on what feels the best and works right for you, because i went through many different drawing apps/prgrams before i finally settled on csp, procreate, and sai (on occasion lol). you also gotta make a heavy financial decision on csp if you're choosing to do either the pro or the ex version, but i'd wait until the discounts come out again if you choose to purchase csp. i think there's the free trial for csp to see if you rock with the interfaces/controls as well before settling on one or the other ‼️‼️

i ain't a big professional or particularly nit-picky on what i think is overall the best, i simply love making art with whatever media i'm using 🙇‍♂️

[midnight-soulless-system]

Since it's bark, here are some things you need to be aware of. As someone who's abusive parent put on 4 different monitoring apps (it was HELL to get them all on because they'd constantly alert of each other nd it took weeks or tech support from best buy and all of the companies to install them "decent enough" for her) because she got mad I told my other mother that my cousin was cutting themself, here's the rundown of this app. I have decent experience fucking with the system in a way that doesn't raise much suspicion.

Browsing history, music (they can access all of your music accounts if they'd like and log in as you. They can do this on any website that they want to if they get your phone and hit a button letting them have full access to that account from the bark app on their phone), what you're viewing at any moment, texts (if it contains "concerning content" so basically anything worth deleting), photos, videos, email, and almost all social media apps. They do NOT have access to monitoring Bluesky however.

It can monitor these browsers: firefox, chrome/google, default browsing. Incognito will either not work or will still be able to be monitored. Don't even try it.

Notes, and voice memos can also be monitored on Apple phones. Discord, TikTok, Skype, and Snapchat CANNOT be monitored on Apple phones. I hate apple phones, but this is one good situation. Only safari can be monitored on IoS (apple) phones.

On all computers they can monitor the above except for firefox. It will also monitor Microsoft Edge.

ALL of your google drives and google emails will be shared if it is on that device. If you have hidden emails on your devices, log out of them immediately.

They will recieve alerts if Bark thinks you are viewing porn, getting bullied, engaging with predators, or mention drugs in any way. Bark updates frequently about slang and "innapropriate" emojis.

It will almost constantly update your physical location.

Now. This is all pretty fucking shitty. How are some ways you can deal with the damage of such a privacy breach? Here's how:

Never write about suicidal ideation, self harm, nsfw, or drugs on your devices. Immediately delete any hate, and do NOT get into arguments online.

Do not search anything that you think could even *possibly* be blocked. They will get an alert immediately.

If you ever need to go somewhere you don't want them to know about? Turn off all of the devices on you.

A friend have an old phone that they are getting rid of? Ask if you can have it. There are many messaging apps you can download without a phone plan, you just can't send SMS messages or call people. Connect to the wifi if you need to use the phone. Hide this always, and do not use it at night as it poses the risk of you falling asleep with it. You can use this phone for social media, but if you do, log out of all of your other devices so they can't find it.

If you have IoS, only text when you DON'T have the wifi on, then delete any messages you need before turning wifi back on. Discord is fine for IoS

Do NOT try to remove bark. Your parents will automatically notified.

Try and go to the library more often if you want to log onto discord and chat freely. Make a new account and do not log in on devices Bark controls

Best of luck to you my mutual. It's going to be ok. So sorry you are going through this.

I GOT GROUNDED, THEY'RE TAKING MY PHONE AND PUTTING AN APP ON IT. REMOVE ME FROM ANY DISC SERVERS

[themology]

jake lockley x fem!reader “to finally have you” 18+ (1 / ?)

ao3 link. | part one. part two. part three. | blog navigation / masterlist. | get added to my taglist. | request here.

@dopeqff: hiii can i request for jake lockley and his first interaction with the reader could be smutty or fluffy or angsty whatever you feel like. maybe for backstory reader is close with marc and steven but nobody has any idea about jake

notes: thank you so much for requesting this! i stg i have so many ideas while thinking of this yesterday; i'm not an incredible writer of smut, i only write it for myself sometimes (don't even ask) but this dude jake lockley is my latest shit so i had to do it... and without further adieu, please enjoy reading horny people <3

summary: he had tried his hardest, just observing you at any given moment, no matter how fleeting your presence was... but why endure when you're all here to have for himself anyways? what's stopping him to finally have you?

warnings/contains: dub-con, some pet names in spanish, explicit content, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dacryphilia, kinda somnophilia, mild choking, platonic!marc & steven x reader, mentions of marc & steven.

pairing: jake lockley x female!reader.

word count: 2081, approximately 8 minute read.

weeks without contact of both marc and steven had made you feel immediately excited with visiting them, you were on your own, minding your own business in the mall picking groceries and such for dinner when your phone suddenly vibrated, a notification popped and it was a message from steven or marc or perhaps, the both of them.

the way the words were typed was quite odd, marc or steven never usually typed in that way, you've come to get used of the way they would send their texts differently since you three would talk with each other quite a lot in messaging apps, but you really didn't mind anyways, maybe it was the both of them typing it at the same time out of excitement,

they were as excited as you were, a smile was etched on your face like a mad man even if nothing is funny at the moment... you were just too happy to finally see them again,

you have so many ideas of how you were going to spend your day with the two,

and with no hesitation whatsoever, you immediately ventured to their apartment with grocery bags in your hands, you figured that you'll no longer put them in your own flat later since you really didn't wish to go back, so you thought that you'd cook dinner with them instead...

you also didn't mind with how thin your clothing was since all you really planned was to get to a nearby store and fetch some food and ingredient... you know well that marc and steven won't mind at all,

you didn't have to knock on their door, you entered the establishment with ease, it has always been like that, you had always been welcome to their home no matter what,

there sat steven, or marc, or maybe even both... whoever was fronting at the moment with an odd looking sense of style, he wasn't looking at you but you greeted him and he simply hummed in return, slumping on the couch with no care in the world,

you didn't think much of it as you walked past him and into their kitchen,

"i hope you guys don't mind... i mean, you  really don't" you laughed to yourself...

you were then back to were he is, smiling as you sat beside him, he finally glanced towards you, the ivy cap almost covering his eyes but you've noticed how dark it became, maybe it was just you, but anxiety started to build in the shallow pits of your body,

your stomach churned uncomfortably because of the weird feeling that you suddenly got from his presence,

a part of you wish you didn't came over without thinking,

you should've ran away when you noticed the drastic change of his demeanor, that odd looking smile had said so, whoever was beside you was not steven or marc, he said he was waiting for a moment where he could finally talk to you, face to face, just the two of you alone and nobody else in his way... everything happened in a blur,

this doesn't seem like a prank, it's not natural for them to pull such cruel action to you, steven doesn't have the heart to do such thing, the man was too soft spoken, the world doesn't even deserve his kind presence, and marc wouldn't even bother, he's serious and careful, he wouldn't even laugh at jokes you've told him before,

one moment you were face to face with what seemed to be like life and death, the man... naming himself jake lockley was in front of you, saying that he'll do something those two idiots can't do... you wondered if this is the end of it all, you couldn't recognize marc or steven in him despite being... the same person, the same body,

you asked if you were going to get hurt by the last person you ever expect to lay a malicious finger on you,

you felt like he'd do it, he looked as if he'd be someone to wait for you in a dark alley with a knife on his hand... and it felt wrong in so many ways, you know you shouldn't be thinking this way, you could talk out of this with them but the problem is steven and marc was not present...

they never told you about a third alter, the last thing you wanted to know was that they didn't even know about it themselves,

i'll do something those two idiots can

well, you got the answer almost immediately, right there and now,

you didn't know what to do, his kiss ignited something inside of you, not an attraction to steven or marc though, but an attraction to this mysterious person, jake kissed you as if you were his air... and that he needed to have you now than later or else he'd die.

you were then glued on the couch as jake, continued to pound inside of you, moments had gone by, he had already undressed you, fucking you ruthlessly as you tried to keep yourself sane, moans and whimpers filled the dark, quiet room, your desperate voice constantly filled the place,

you thought you were going to experience something that will completely hurt you,

but really... it was quite the opposite, you had never felt this way, sure you explored your body once or maybe twice, your fingers were not enough to satisfy you, and you didn't want to rely on silly toys, it was nothing compared to this,

it was too fucking good, with jake's cock deep inside of you, ready to plant his seed and his balls slapping the side of your folds in the most erotic way possible, sending more pleasure to you whenever it does, jake would rip you in half and you'd still want more,

he would often pull his cock out and then push it forward immediately, all the way in, hitting every corner of your velvet walls, some parts you never knew was there was dominated by his pulsating dick, he fucked you on the couch to the point of oblivion, you would feel yourself clench around him making him let out a low, guttural moan,

a sound that made you even wetter than you already were, then again, he doesn't seemed to mind, making it easier to fuck your already abused pussy without having to try that hard to lubricate your entrance

jake whispered inaudible things in your ear as he continues to rut inside you, sometimes licking your earlobe and the valley of your breasts in an attempt to make you quiver under him, he hits every spot with ease as you cried out for nothing in particular,

he hadn't commented about it whatsoever seemingly liking the way you screamed for him,

"so tight for me mi vida, you like that yeah? you like that a lot?" he grumbled, voice husky and just as desperate as you are.

you needed something to hold on, first it was his shoulder, but it wasn't enough since your whole body was shaking uncontrollably, you often dropped your grasps on his shoulders and you struggled to keep up with his brutal pace... you then moved to his neck up to his hair immediately, but you stopped

"the cap stays on querida" that made you whine, and he wasn't too happy about it, so he started to quicken his pace, jake was basically crushing you this time, his head on your shoulder and your arms clinging desperately on his back,

"'s too much! please... just..."

you yelped, making him chuckle darkly, "take it" he demanded as he removed his head on your shoulder to look down at your disheveled figure, still continuing his assault to you, you could only look back while moaning, tears were falling down your cheek and you couldn't do anything about it,

"fuck, i should've done this a lot sooner"

"look at you, so fucking beautiful, crying because of my cock? do i make you feel so good hermosa?"

you nodded violently, confirming how well he stretched your insides with every violent thrust, accepting the tears that continued to flow, you felt like you were beautiful, and you felt the need to accept what he said, even in his own twisted ways, you knew he was right, and you knew he was going to show you just how beautiful you were despite being fucked hard,

jake spreads your thighs wider than they previously were, giving him more access and more space, making your body slightly ache, you mumbled things to yourself incoherently, "louder" he puts a hand on your neck, squeezing it softly making you gasp and part your lips wide open, your words of pleasure becoming louder for his satisfaction,

"you're too─ god... too big!"

every crevice of your hole was filled with his cock and you can only imagine how it looked, how erotic you looked to be exact, how tears spilled on your eyes, how a thin sheen of sweat is on your skin, the expression etched on your face, your distorted moans and chokes for air, the way jake worked on your clit and the way your back arched for all the pleasure you're feeling all at once,

you know well you wouldn't be able to walk or even stand properly after this, you don't know what will happen after this... and so you wished that this won't end at all,

a few more thrusts and you knew it was both of your breaking points, you could feel fireworks inside of your core and it was only a matter of time until it exploded, you could see stars and could barely make out words as soon as you came from your high, letting out a shaky moan in the process of your orgasm,

"god..."

you choked, as if you were in desperate need of air, dried tears etched on your face as if the angels kissed them for you, more tears threatened to spill, and through your blurry, half lidded eyes, you noticed jake staring at you with amusement,

he knows he made you feel so good...

jake follows shortly after as you felt his warm seed flowing inside of you, tainting your walls white, he continued to move inside before removing his cock shortly after,

admiring the masterpiece he had made, you had felt bits of his cum slide down your cunt because it was quite too much... in which he immediately took notice of, jake leaned in, stroking his dick to collect the substance, bringing it back to your entrance and the action made you shudder.

it felt disgustingly good, this was the filthiest thing you've ever done, this was not the thing you signed up for, you had never imagined yourself doing this, having an intercourse with someone, ever, especially with a friend, a confidant,

what would steven or marc think about this?

you were out of your thoughts when jake started to move again, as if he was an animal in heat, making you yelp in surprise, the feeling of pain and pleasure washing over yiu... "i can't make it!─"

he paused, "close your eyes, you don't have to" fucking you while you're asleep? that caught you off guard, "while sleeping? i... i don't think─"

jake had silenced you with a sloppy kiss, it lasted for seconds until he pulled away, "you won't miss a thing, and maybe you'd dream about it" he chuckled, waiting for your response... you could only whimper "jake..." he caressed your cheeks and waited for you to say anything,

that's the softest jake had ever been despite still fucking you restlessly... despite still being fully clothed on the upper half of his body because of his lack of patience while attacking your lips moments ago, he was pretty much bare, naked... so raw for you, only for you to see, his eyes and his solemn stare,

"you... you make me feel so good..." you conceded.

"yeah... and you want me to stop querida?"

you immediately shook your head. "rest, i'll be here" jake placed a kiss on your forehead as he started to move again,

you knew he meant no harm... in his eyes you were beautiful, in his eyes you felt good, and in his arms you were safe... and so you began to close your eyes under the man you barely knew and now you've come to adore...

you did not regret meeting jake lockley.

additional notes: idk what to say i am terrible at writing smuts. requests and pretty much fics might take a while to be posted because the current situation in the country i am in (philippines) is quite hard and dangerous. the philippine presidential election is being held at the moment.

[shotorozu]

omg , so i saw this one tiktok and i can’t find it but it gave me an idea and reminded me of ur posts LMEDOEKOH

so like what if somebody posted a tiktok trying to slander like todobakudeku ( separatly duh ) ‘s gf trying to say that like ‘ i would be better then her ’ etc etc

and then THEY THEMSELVES duet the video like ‘ yeah no, my gf solos ’

LIKE LMAONEODNDMDM

“my s/o solos”

(tiktok prank)

character(s) : todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku (bnha)

PART TWO (will contain shinsou, kirishima and denki possibly)

legend : [Y/N = your name, L/N = last name] fem! reader as requested (appearance is pretty ambiguous) quirk mentioned, not specific

headcanon type : angst if you squint, fluff, crack (x reader)

note(s) : YOU’RE SO SMART FOR THIS ‼️ that is all. at this point, we’re friends 😼👆this time, the tables have been turned, and THEY’RE THE ONES DOING THE TOK-ing ™️

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todoroki shouto

okay, i gotta tell everyone this first— shouto todoroki NEVER goes on tiktok without you being in the same room.

like yeah, he downloaded the app because 1. you recommended it, so of course he’s gonna do what you say. and 2. so the both of you could scroll on it when there’s nothing else to do

otherwise, he sees literally no reason to be on the app 🧍‍♀️ so, my next point is that one of his friends alerted him about the tiktok

shouto was training with his quirk, when he received a message— and to him it’s odd, because people usually know that he’s training, and to text him later.

he decides to take a break, and sees that midoriya sent him a video, and a message. and, the context has the youngest todoroki CONFUSED.

[midoriya has sent an attachment] ‘hey todoroki! i think you might wanna see this ^^;; have you seen this already? please don’t get mad.’

the video above was a tiktok of some girl that looks like his age SLANDERING his s/o, saying proudly and shamelessly, “i love shouto but wow, there’s no taste at all. i would be a better fit for him.”

shouto’s standing there confused because he’s never seen, or spoken to her before. and second of all— why would this rando be better than Y/N L/N

it’s so confusing, to the point he might’ve made the training room a bit colder with his quirk, subconsciously

and suddenly, he regrets making his hero name his first name. she has no right to be saying his name like that.

“i’m done training,” he says out loud, and he immediately texts back, asking his friend for the @, which he receives (but midoriya’s lowkey quaking in his seat bc wtf is his friend gonna do exactly 😨❓)

you know how i said that shouto has the app already downloaded? yeah, he already started up his account months ago. sporting a simple profile picture, having a extremely short bio, and only follows friends from UA. and you, teehee

but, the account itself’s on private— so he IMMEDIATELY changes his account’s settings to public, finds the account and video slandering Y/N, and clicks on the duet option.

you see where i’m going here? he’s gonna show you off, just because he can :) and the next move for shouto is to find you 😈

he quickly locates you, finding you in your respective dorm. shouto greets you like how he usually does— and you don’t seem unnerved by anything, or make any mention of a tiktok, so he’s super relieved.

“hey, shou—” not showered, sporting a light layer of sweat, and not caring but with fervor, shouto quickly presses the play button, and kisses you straight on the lips.

you kiss back, familiar with his lips. and though you don’t question his action, and the sudden eagerness, you do notice the phone that’s right in your faces💀

but you do get an idea of what’s happening, when you catch a glimpse of his screen. seeing the familiar layout— you’re under the impression that he’s filming a tiktok of his own.

when shouto rests his forehead against yours, you smile— noticing the fact that he’s looking at you like you’re the best thing that’s happened to him not that he never stops looking at you like that

“my girlfriend solos, Y/N solos.” shouto speaks clearly into the camera, and not a single shred of waver or doubt is in his voice.

it warms your heart, but you burst out in hysterics. simply because it was very random, and shouto said that in the most monotonic voice you’ve heard 💀

he shortly posts the duet afterwards, the tiktok’s description having one hashtag, #youlose, and it reacting it’s maximum capacity (filled with reasons as to why you’ll always be superior.)

and the tiktok BLOWS up— ratio-ing and gaining a lot of likes compared to the original poster, by a lot.

the fact that a ton of people have seen it, and commented on it, is almost humiliating, shameful.

to you and shouto anyway, but it was SUPER embarrassing to the girl, since everyone was making fun of her (let’s just say the video had 2400 likes and 20.k comments)

with people commenting stuff like ‘LOL NOT SHOUTO TODOROKI RATIOING YOU’ ‘this is embarrassing 😬’ ‘delete this now omg i’d never live with myself if i was in your place 😭’

it was so bad the girl had to go private for a bit, but it’s not like everyone forgot what she did— when she returned a week later 💀

now everyone knows not to slander Y/N L/N— since you’re always going to be by his side, and you’re always going to be his. (as if they weren’t cautious already.)

bakugou katsuki

probably goes on tiktok only when he’s SUPER bored, and if you’re with him. otherwise katsuki doesn’t hop on tiktok that often.

it’s not like he hates it, he can deny it all he wants, but he enjoys doing tiktok trends with you

and on top of that, he says the usual “i have better shit to do” when asked about his tiktok activity, and that’s quite true. with quirk training and everything that goes on in UA.

moving on to the next point, katsuki was reaching a new kind of bored— all lunch, and stretching into the afternoon. he was interning the day before, so it’s a given that he’d rest

meanwhile, you were out interning too. he already trained in the morning, so it’s not like he could train plus he did kinda wanna spend some time with you

so yeah, he was bored. hated that he resorted to tiktok, but it wouldn’t hurt to go on it— just to see if there was anything interesting

he was right. in a way, he did find something interesting, but it’s not in the kindest way.

because right after he entered the app, he came across a tiktok of some random girl taking RANDOM DISSES at Y/N.

“who the fuck is this extra??”

the algorithm has it’s funny ways, it’s almost as if he was supposed to see that. just by hearing her voice— that were like nails on a chalkboard, he’d grimace. so imagine his face when he heard her ridiculous points 💀

“katsuki is so hot omg, but Y/N on the other hand..? not so much. i can’t sense the good vibes, or chemistry, on top of that, she sounds too bland to be hyping up. i’d be better than her.”

the comments weren’t any better. because they were full with her friends agreeing “you spoke facts‼️” “ngl they have no chemistry.” “YOUR SHIPNAME WITH HIM SOUNDS BETTER DW YOU’LL GET HIM‼️”

he would’ve ignored it, if he was the one being dissed. like if he was insulted for whatever reason— but this random extra, insulting you? and her best friends backing her up? distasteful. repulsive

also, who gave her the right to call him by his first name? he prefers being addressed. but right now?— katsuki rather not be addressed this way.

katsuki might have a tiktok account but it’s not very personalized— no spicy, specialized username, no profile picture, no bio, and it’s a private account.

so, what he does is that he makes a NEW account, makes a personal username— lordexplosionmurder, the profile picture being his middle finger, and with a simple bio that says “fuck off dunce face. LORD EXPLOSION MURDER.”

so yeah, it really sounds like him. without a doubt.

he then finds the original poster, and comments a bunch of things under the post.

mostly “L.” and a string of 😐 and swear words— but that wasn’t enough for him, so he clicked on the duet option, and waited for your arrival

you come back to the dorm, and everyone’s eerily quiet. (it’s because they saw the tiktok and they’re scared to find out if you know about it) confused, you go to katsuki’s room— and he’s there waiting for you like normal.

he’s glad you’re unaware of the stupid tiktok, because the last thing katsuki wants is for you to discover that. “hey dumbass, come over here for a sec.” you do as he says, thinking he wants to squash you in a hug 💀

but he just— settles his head in between your legs, and he starts recording the duet.

he’s silent for a second before he squishes your thighs against the sides of his head, not caring about your protests— “hm, i fucking disagree. with all of this, i think my girl solos.”

he flips off the camera, a satisfied smirk curving his lips, before he ends the video. then, he climbs up from your legs— facing you, so he could inquire you about your day 💀 as if that totally didn’t just happen

you ask him questions, but he only disregards them— and you’re left confused, until you come across a duet that had like,, 300k likes

it was a duet of KATSUKI replying to this girl that was dissing you 💀 seeing that makes a lot of sense now.

katsuki apparently uploaded the duet a few hours after the initial recording, and it blew up without hashtags 😳 all of the comments he left on the girl’s video each have 10-15k likes more likes than the original video itself

everyone clowned them so much, to the point the girl and her friends had to limit their comments, and post an apology video (which katsuki will not accept anyway.)

you tease him about it later on, but he just scoffs and rolls his eyes— “they only apologized, because i ridiculed them for everyone on that shitty app to see. serves them right.”

and now, everyone is fearful for anyone that slanders you— because he WILL find out, and slander them back.

oh, and the girl deactivated not long after— which katsuki laughed about 💀

midoriya izuku

probably the most active out of the main three 💀 he works, trains and studies as much as he can, sure— but he frequents tiktok a lot

one, because he goes on the app when he’s super bored and it’s too late to be rambling out loud to you, let alone anyone. and two— he’s a big all might fan. he posts a lot of analytic tiktoks, and follows people that make similar content.

plus his friends and you, of course.

so, t’s strange for izuku to see something different. like drama outside of the heroes community, and secret accounts made by his friends.

i headcanon izuku to be that kind of person that watches all the tiktoks he sees on his fyp. if he doesn’t agree with the tiktok, he won’t give it a like, and he’ll continue scrolling. sometimes he’ll comment and disagree nicely

with that being said, he’s flattered and surprised when he sees his face on the fyp. because one— he assumes his techniques’ being complimented and who wouldn’t like that?, definitely not izuku

and two— he never viewed himself to be SUPER attractive even though he is

but that’s all thrown out the window, the more he watches the tiktok— and he’s dumbfounded, infuriated, and MORTIFIED when he finishes watching.

it was a tiktok with 3000 likes, of a girl he’s never laid his eyes on, slandering and insulting you— Y/N L/N, out of all people. because to him, there’s nothing about you that can be hated on for no reason.

‘sure,’ he thinks, ‘you can’t please everybody, but this is too much.’

because “izuku’s such a freckled cutie, i wanna date him so baddd, but ugh, what’s with the girlfriend?? so lame, boring, and there’s no chemistry. i’d be better than her.” is NOT, and WILL NEVER be a valid reason to him.

also, the fact that the girl called him ‘izuku’ instead of ‘deku’ made him go 😃🤨❓because ONLY HIS MOM, AND Y/N CAN CALL HIM THAT 🗣‼️

it also alarmed him that 3000 people actually liked the tiktok, considering that there was a lot of unnecessary hate. you two don’t even know this person 🗿

so y’know how bakugou made a new account, and made it clear that it was very much him saying those things? izuku does the exact opposite.

makes a new account. private, no profile picture, or bio— but his username is STOPHATINGONYN 💀

he did this because he didn’t want to bring any of his personal drama on his main account— which is for his hero analytic stuff, and his usual fanboying.

and second of all— you, and all his other friends follow him there, the last thing izuku wants is for you to see that kind of stuff.

he doesn’t care if you’re headstrong, or meek. your freckled boyfriend thinks no one should see that kind of shit. especially when it’s told by a stranger

finds the girl slandering you, and begins to comment a bunch of lengthy and short things on the video.

“hi— what do you have against Y/N??” “have you met them both?? izuku and Y/N??” “why are the insults so personal??” “why do people agree with this??” “YOU’RE SO WRONG THOUGH???”

and honestly, it’s extremely obvious that it’s izuku midoriya commenting all that stuff— no one would spam the comment section, the way izuku did.

girl really thought it was just a random Y/N fanboy, and continued making fun of you— so izuku had to resort of something else

infuriated, he stitches the video, waves with a smile to prove that it’s him— then explains and tells her why she’s so, so wrong. the stitch is 2 minutes long, but he managed to speak everything needed💀

“in short— i’m not sorry, but i’m not at all interested. so, i’ll have to pass up on your request. i hope this was informative.” then he smiles, as if he didn’t absolutely roast her alive, and verbally obliterate her 💀 oh, and his smile was very passive aggressive

the caption simply says “my s/o solos :))” and he literally TAGS the girl, and posts the stitch

he logs out, and doesn’t think too much of it— BUT THE TIKTOK GAINS ATTENTION, BECAUSE I GUESS IT ENDED UP ON EVERYONE’S FYP?? AND SUDDENLY EVERYONE’S SEEING HER VIDEO AND SLANDERING HER BACK

‘man he didn’t even need to use 3 minutes to absolutely ratio you’ ‘YOU MADE IZUKU MIDORIYA MAD LOLL’ ‘sooo embarrassing 😬 this was well deserved. great response, deku!’

in the common room, all of your classmates were applauding the green haired boy for his response. you decide to ask him about it, when you two walk back to your dorm

“oh, nothing special really,” he smiles innocently, “you’ll find out in a bit. but that’s not important, so don’t worry about it.” 😃

you found the tiktok a week later, and you were honestly intrigued, amazed 💀 you took him out for a date because of that

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