#tic tic tic. ding!

[jackandthedevil]

*Undergoes a magic girl transformation* *once the sparkles clear, I look exactly the same but now wearing fishing gear*

[jackandthedevil]

They fucking killed a gnome in my yard

[redflagshipwriter]

Batmom Cass : enter Barbara

Part one of 2

“You did good work,” Barbara said, in a casual tone. Proud.

Timmybird nodded and gave a flash of teeth in a smile. Didn't believe. It's nothing, look away. “Glad you think they'll pass.” He rolled his neck. “I don't want anyone to be able to prove he's Danny F.”

Cass watched their interplay casually, hair damp from the post-patrol shower and comfortably swimming in an oversized sweatshirt. She played with the ends of the sleeve as they talked.

“They can suspect it all they like, but it'd be hard to disprove this is a separate kid.” Barbara ran her palms over her wheelchair handles in an unconscious tic that meant she wanted to go, go, go. “Still, I like the idea of keeping him out of the public eye until we nail down what's going on in Illinois. This GIW group is bad news.”

Cass bit her lip and flexed her toes, uncertain. Danny was getting restless. And he was a teenager: he needed to be in school. He needed to learn, stretch his wings, grow.

But safe. He needed to be safe, first.

The trouble was she didn't know how to make him fully safe. She'd had him for four days now. Judging by the report of his death, Danny baby had been homeless and on the run for more than a month. He was hiding. Even when she was in the room, he was looking for attacks. Who was he looking for? Dad and mom Fenton? GIW group?

“-gonna hit the showers,” said her little brother.” Cash barely registered him heading to the batcave bathrooms. She was internally weighing her bat nosiness sense against her worry about pushing Danny for answers too soon.

“Am I good to meet him, Mamabird?”

Cass blinked back to awareness. “Mama bat,” she corrected. “Yes.” She cracked her lower back. Mm. Too much standing after patrol. She needed to move a little. “Breakfast. Baby wakes up soon.”

Barbara snorted. “I'll go to bed after,” she said wryly, because they had been flying and solving into the morning light. Riddler was out on the streets. “Did someone check with Alfred about adding me to the breakfast table?”

She didn't know. Cass hummed and flipped over to walk on her hands up the stairs. It sent a pleasant ache through her upper back. Stabilizing her core and legs was just the right amount of casual challenge to make her body feel better.

“Christ,” Barbara said quietly, and huffed out a laugh. The elevator dinged. “I'll see you upstairs.”

Barbara Batgirl beat Cass to the top. Cass huffed in displeasure at the loss and flipped back to her feet. She ducked into the first bathroom they passed to wash her hands.

Alfie was in the kitchen in his morning waistcoat and a thin, comfortable button up shirt. Casual day!

“Good morning, Miss Cassandra,” he said. The kitchen smelled like yeasty bread. Cass sneezed happily and peered around to see meats, cheeses, and fruits.

“Morning!” She chirped. “Barbara wants to stay for breakfast,” Cass said. Barbara wheeled in a moment later, sheepish.

“Good morning, Alfred,” she said. “If it's not too much trouble-”

“It's no trouble at all,” he reassured. “Miss Cassandra, would you add an extra place setting?”

Cass hopped to it, mimicking the placement Alfred had made. It was a nearly full table today. Timbird, Batdad, Dickbird, Cass, Danny baby, Damibat. And now Barbara bat.

She heard a jaw-cracking yawn before Danny swung open the door. “Good morning,” Danny baby yawned through his hand. His eyes were bleary. She watches with amusement as he shuffled in, face down. “Have a good ni-”

He stopped. Eyes on Barbara bat.

New adult, he was scared?

No. Cass rapidly calculated and shifted his shifting body language into emotions. Surprise, joy, love-love-lo-wrong! Not love! Sad. Wistful.

“This is my baby,” Cass said, pretending she didn't notice the reaction. “Danny. This is Barbara.”

Barbara must have noticed Danny's reaction to her. She didn't move closer, lifting a friendly hand from across the countertop.

Danny looked haunted. Danny looked small. “It's nice to meet you, Barbara,” he said. Weak smile.

She had to talk to him, Cass realized. She had to talk with him today. No more delaying. After breakfast, she would talk.

[chrissturniolosbitch]

NEEDY

a/n- this is very bad, and random (i also made this at 12am on a school night!)

warnings- oral, creampie, use of y/n, caught, and language

summary- y/n gets caught staring at matts hands, so he does something about it.

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"bro y/n are you listening?"

chris says suddenly snapping me out of my trance, i was to busy studying matts hand to be listening, "um yea." i lied. Ive been looking at matts hands for the past 35 minutes

wondering what great things they would do to me.

"then re say one fucking word i said!" chris snapped at me leaving me speechless, "thats what i thought" chris said in a know it all way leaning back onto the couch getting comfortable.

ding

i got a snapchat notification from, 'matt?' i thought to myself.

i opened my phone looking up at matt not understanding why he couldnt just tell me whatever he was snapping me about.

'oh shit its a photo' i thought to myself furrowing my eyebrows almost automatically clicking the image

'holy shit' i was not expecting to see a picture of his dick.

"wdf is this matthew?"

"you think i dont see you staring at me? not just me but my hands?"

"idek what youre talking about matt."

"go to my room. naked. now."

read 1:43 am

as soon as i read the last sentence he sent me i got up and started walking to his room, "where are you going y/n?" matt asked knowing exactly where the fuck i was headed.

"um." i cleared my throat, "im h-headed to your room. I dont feel to good." I already could feel my cunt dripping in arousle, "im gonna head to bed too then" matt said standing up smirking at me, "oh okay." i said turning back around practically sprinting to his room, him following behind me.

as soon as we entered his room he grabbed me by the waist, "fuck matt" i said pulling my shirt off.

"damn ma you roaming free 'round here?" he said hooking his mouth to my left boob, since i didnt have a bra on.

matt moved us over from his door frame to his bed, throwing me down moving his mouth from my left boob to my right.

"shit baby, can i taste you." he said this statement more as a demand rather than a question, "anything you want matt" i said tugging at his waistband. All he did was nod, and with a tic of approval i pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift motion

his rock hard dick slapping his stomach, that shit was bout 8-9 inches.

"fuck matt." i said as he pulled down my shorts and laced panties down painfully slow, "i want you to taste me already" i said removing my legs from the last peice of clothing covering me

"say no more" he said giggling, going down on me im one swift motion.

as soon as his tongue hit my clit, immediate pleasure spred throughout my body. Waves of enjoyment sprung through my body

"shit im already so close matt please" i said gripping his hair bucking my hips into his mouth, "cum in my mouth baby" as soon as those 5 words left his mouth the knot in my stomach became undone

slowly matt stopped and kissed me, "isnt it your turn matt?" i said cupping the side of his face staring into his peircing blue eyes, "shit. If im being honest... i came already. twice."

"matt what the fu-" i was about to finish my sentence before i heard a ding from my phone

it was chris

"you both are nasty as fuck." chris stated arguably correct.

i rolled my eyes, and showed matt. We both looked at each other and started bursting out laughing

"i know!" is all i replied with before shutting my phone off and kissing matt

"thank you matt." i said looking at him, "any time." he said kissing me one last time.

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i hate this. I HATE THIS. i hate my life 💕

[jackandthedevil]

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[literaryavenger]

Broken - part 2

Summary: You reach your breaking point and confront the team.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. Hints to eating disorder. Language. Tony being an insensitive ass. Reader being very dramatic. A lot of yelling. Talk about Bucky's past and Tony's parent's murder. Innocent and broken Bucky. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 2.6K

Part 1

A/N: reader is absolutely dramatic in this and I love it. I can't say enough that this is my first work (second chapter, but still), I don't really know what I'm doing, but I'm trying. Also English is not my first language so pardon me for mistakes, I'm really trying not to be too repetitive in my writing and expand my vocabulary and just generally do better. Hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

After a morning of hanging out with Cassie and Scott, Cassie’s mom, Maggie, came to pick her up.

You chatted for a few minutes while Scott and Cassie gathered her stuff and, after you said your goodbye, they took off. 

"Thanks for inviting me to hang out with you guys, Cassie’s such an amazing kid." you say to Scott with a smile while you get in the elevator to the communal floor for lunch with the whole team.

"No need to thank me. Cassie loves you so much, you’re always welcome to join us." He says back as the elevator dings and you get off.

You smile at him and look around to see most of the team already at the table wrapped up in their own conversations.

You don’t have “assigned” seats, but Tony sits at the head of the table on the only side that has only one seat, while the other side has two.

It’s very important for Tony to have this seat as he thinks of himself as the head of your family, even if he doesn’t want to be the team leader.

The rest of you gather around him, usually next to the same people that you enjoy having conversations with.

Today Vision was sitting on Tony’s left side with Wanda next to him, then Pietro, whose other side was empty so Scott sat there.

On Tony’s right was Peter, then Nat and Clint, you sat on the far end leaving a seat empty between you and Clint on your left, and the two seats on the head of the table on your right, also empty, with Scott in front of you.

There are gonna be a few empty seats because Thor, Loki and Bruce were currently in New Asgard.

After a few minutes of conversation with Scott, which mostly consists on trying to come up with your next prank, Sam, Steve and Bucky join you, Sam sitting between you and Clint, Steve on your right at the head of the table with Bucky between Steve and Scott.

You notice Bucky briefly looking at Tony on the other end of the table before bowing his head and staring at the table without saying anything, while Tony stares daggers at Bucky, stopping as soon as he sees you looking.

You think it's weird, but then again you know Tony and Bucky had problems so you let it go.

"Hi, baby." Sam says to you when he sits down, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"Hi, Sammy." you say chuckling "how you doing?"

"Very good now." he says, putting his arm around you and making you laugh again. "Where have you been all day, I’ve missed you baby."

"I’ve been staying as far away from you as I could, baby." you say jokingly, to which he makes a pretend hurt face with a big gasp that makes both you and Steve laugh. "I was hanging out with my girls."

"But Nat was training and Wanda was hanging out with Vision." Steve points out, a little confused.

"Yeah, she means Tic tac and his daughter." Sam explains while you, him and Scott laugh.

Steve then join in on your laughter and you keep joking until Wanda uses her powers to put the plates full of food on the table, with some help from Vision.

As the lunch went on you all kind of talk to everybody, joking about stupid things mostly you and Scott have done lately.

You notice Bucky is quietly eating, not joining in in any conversations and keeping his eyes on his food.

Nobody is trying to talk to him either and you're about to when you feel Steve nudging you on the arm with his elbow.

you look at him and see him look from you to your plate a couple times.

You give him a small smile and a nod and you eat a couple of bites of your food before he lets himself concentrate on the conversation once more, but not before exchanging a bit of a worried and knowing look with Wanda, which you chose to ignore because you don't want to have that conversation right now.

You bring your attention back to Bucky "So, Bucky, what did you and Cap do after I left this morning?"

As soon as you ask the question the whole table goes quiet. You look around the room and everyone is looking weirdly from you to Steve to Bucky, which confuses you a lot.

You looked back at Bucky, who is about to answer but, after giving Tony a quick glance, he shuts his mouth, deciding against it.

You look at Tony who is giving Bucky a look that if it could kill, it definitely would.

At this point you're pretty fed up with this unspoken tension and, since nobody is saying anything, you decide to address the issue yourself.

"Okay, enough is enough." you say, getting everybody’s attention on you but keeping yours on Tony and Bucky "Will somebody explain to me what the fuck is going on?"

"Language!"

"Stick a sock in it, Rogers. I’m sick of this. I’ve been patient for three fucking months. I’m done with this. You have been treating me with child gloves and it ends now. First you all just disappear for a mission leaving only me behind, then half of you come back and nobody tells me anything about everyone else and when the rest of the team came back, all of you started acting like nothing even happened, barely acknowledging Steve’s absence unless I asked, and even then you just danced around my questions. Now he’s back with someone new and not only are you all still acting like nothing happened, but all of you are being extremely rude and deliberately ignoring the poor guy!"

You point at Bucky, who turns red at the attention and looks uncomfortable, but you go on. "AND Tony hasn’t stopped looking at him like he wants to murder him where he stands! Now, somebody tell me what the fuck happened then and what has been happening for the last three months."

you look at Tony who looks like he was about to explode, but doesn't say anything.

Bucky looks uncomfortable and like he's trying very hard not to look at you.

Steve looks at you with an apologetic face and you know he's not about to tell you anything.

You look around at everyone else and they all look either shocked at your little outburst or guilty because they know you're right.

Most of them avoid your gaze and the ones that are looking at you are silently asking you to let it go.

After a few minutes of no one saying anything, you lose the last chill you had.

"FINE!" you yell, getting up and slamming your hand on the table, startling almost everybody after the uncomfortable silence you’d been sitting in.

"If you���re gonna insist on treating me like a fucking child, keeping me out of these serious business, trusting a literal child more than me," you said pointing at Peter "then maybe I should start behaving like one. Or no, you know what, better yet, since none of you trust me anyway, I should just quit this fucking team and move out!"

Without giving anyone the chance to answer you storm off towards the stairs, going straight to the smallest training room to try and calm down a little, since it’s the one no one ever uses and no one’s gonna think of looking for you there.

You get on the treadmill and started running, not stopping until you see the light from outside dim and the gym lights turn on.

You turn the machine off and as soon as you stop you feel so dizzy that you almost fall over and have to hold on to the handles of the treadmill just to keep your balance.

After a few minutes you catch your breath, then stumble towards the punching bag and start throwing punches as hard as you can, still so angry that you don't even think about wrapping your hands.

After about half an hour of angry punching your knuckles are bleeding, but you only stop when your head starts spinning and you slip on the floor out of breath while you start seeing black spots.

You feel a hand on your shoulder and when you look up you see Bucky with a very worried look on his face.

He's saying something to you but his voice is so distant you could barely hear him. You look at him confused for a second before feeling yourself slipping away and then everything goes black.

You wake up to confused yelling and your head pounding, and it takes you a second to even realize where you are. You try to sit up but have an IV on your arm that stops you.

You look around the room confused, finding the source of all the noise: Tony is very intently yelling at Bucky who's just looking at his feet, his face covered by his long hair, while Steve is trying very hard to keep Tony away from Bucky while also yelling at him to calm down.

"Let go of me Rogers, it’s HIS fault she’s here!" Tony yells "and it’s your fault he’s here in the first place!"

"Tony, you don’t know what happened, you can’t just accuse Bucky everytime something happens!" Steve yells back, struggling to keep him away from Bucky.

"LOOK AT THEM! THEY’RE BOTH COVERED IN BLOOD AND HE WAS THE ONLY ONE TO SEE HER ALL AFTERNOON, WHAT ELSE DO YOU NEED TO KNOW?!" At this point you're sick of the screaming and especially of the random accusations against Bucky.

"Can you stop yelling for fuck’s sakes?" you say, even if it comes out lower and weaker than you’d like.

The three men all look at you, a little surprised and worried sick.

"Y/N! Are you ok? What did he do to you?" Tony says, getting angrier with every word, while you're just confused by his accusations.

"What are you talking about, Tony? Nobody did anything to me, I just passed out."

"You don’t have to cover for that murderer, just tell me what really happened!" murderer? What is he talking about?

You can tell he was trying not to yell too much at you since you're not the object of his anger, but his insults and his insinuating that you're lying are making you angry, a feeling that just grows when you see all the guilt and hurt in Bucky’s face at his words, which just breaks your heart.

"You want to know what happened, Stark?" you're the one yelling now "You, the whole team, pissed me off so much that I spent several hours running and hitting a punching bag so hard that I bled and then passed out from exhaustion and probably dehydration. And stop yelling at Bucky, if it wasn’t for him finding me and bringing me here I could’ve died in that gym, so you should be fucking thanking him!" you yell the last part so loudly that you think that's gonna be the end of that, but Tony has more to say.

"THANK HIM?!" he yells, his eyes open wide, almost in shock. "YOU THINK I SHOULD THANK THE MAN THAT MURDERED MY PARENTS?!" He yells so loudly that you're surprised he still had a voice to keep going.

But he did, a little quieter after seeing the shocked look on your face. "You have no idea who he is! Who he truly is… I know you love hearing stories about Steve and him in the 40s, but that’s not who he is now. It’s not who he’s been for the last 70 years!"

You're hanging on his every word, looking at Bucky’s general direction every now and then, scared to meet his eyes and have everything Tony was saying confirmed.

But that wasn’t a problem, since Bucky's back at looking at his feet, like a kid being yelled at by a parent for doing something wrong.

"He’s been under Hydra’s control all this time! He’s been taught how to be invisible, how to disappear and most importantly how to kill, in every way possible. He’s been killing people for decades, living as a ghost story, unstoppable and unbeatable. Three months ago Steve found him and set out to help him, and when half of us didn’t agree with him, we battled against each other. The half of the team that came back later had to spend some time on the Raft while we worked on their release. For Barnes it took longer, and Steve refused to leave his side. They were lucky enough to get them to release this monster, and if it was for me it never would’ve happened. So do not tell me to thank a murderer, a monster that broke my family in 1991 and almost broke it again a few months ago!"

You're shocked.

Not just because of Bucky’s past, but because of what happened three months ago.

Because of what everybody kept from you.

You feel absolutely betrayed by everybody. Everybody except Bucky, funnily enough. You're barely listening to what is being said.

You hear Steve’s "He was being mind controlled" and Tony’s "That’s all an excuse" but your attention is elsewhere.

You're looking at Bucky who is visibly trembling and, when he looks up at Steve for a few seconds because of something he says in his defense, you see his face clearly and it's wet with tears.

It absolutely breaks your heart and you make eye contact for a second before he quickly bows his head again and slowly backs away from the room, almost scared.

The two yelling men don’t even seem to notice the loss of a fourth person in the room and keep on yelling until they just keep repeating the same things, and you're done.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" you yell at the top of your lungs, leaving them instantly silent.

"I don’t care who you think he is. The man you seem to hate so much is absolutely nothing like the man that walked into the tower this morning. The man that’s been so scared to even just talk, that he keeps his head down and doesn’t make a sound unless spoken to. The man that saved my life today. The man that ran out of here is absolutely broken, and it’s 100% your fault!" you end, looking straight into Tony’s eyes.

"Y/N, Bucky’s-" Tony started, but you cut him off.

"Bucky is the only one in this tower to not have lied to me. All of you kept me in the dark on this." You're now looking at Steve. "You’re no better, Rogers. Half of the team, half of my family was in, not just any prison, but the fucking Raft, and none of you told me. Why? Why just me?" you almost whisper the question you’ve been wanting to ask for the last three months, tears flooding your eyes.

"We didn’t want to put that on you..." Steve says.

"We knew how hard it would’ve been for you to choose a side…" Tony adds.

"BULLSHIT!" you yell, startling them. "Do not give me this 'we did this for you' bullshit. You did this for yourselves, because neither of you wanted to see me choose the other one. But you know what? I don’t want to choose either of you. Now you both lost me. So I hope you’re happy, because you brought this on yourselves for lying to me for so long. I’m done!"

You get up, tears streaming down my cheeks, take the IV out of your arm and walk right out of the room while the two men watch you leave, too stunned to say anything.

Part 3

[l0verf0rever]

𝙄𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚? | 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙤𝙨 𝙎𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙯

[ Actress! Au | Carlos Sainz x Reader ]

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 <—- 1/2

[this Series Contain Sexual Content]

Cannes Film Festival

One of the most Prestigous Film events and it shows it

You’re Little Black dress Catches the photographers attentions As you Follow your fellow cast member to The entrance of the Theater

The reporters calling your name to catch You’re Attention as you get Interviewed “Hi Y/n we know this is a Big project for you and this is your __ time at Cannes How is it? And What Do you want the Viewers to know about this pronect?” Behind the Reporter a Familiar figure pass by

As the minutes pass and interviews finish You follow you’re cast members to The Theater the light dim Couldn’t help yourself to look for Him The Starting Credits Roll He’s face focused at the Screen but then realized you were looking at him the End credits started to roll the crowd Applauded You and Fellow cast members Standing in the Center Made you feel so small

Cause of hes cold hearted gaze and hes unimpressed expression at you locking eyes st each other As The Cast Interview happens and Wraps up you saw him at the crowd

As everyone Started to leave you went Into an Empty room Knowing he was right behind the dark room The light open seeing hes gaze soften looking at each other He kisses you Hes neck and collar stained with lipstick marks Hearing someones footsteps you put your finger on his lips “quiet” Someone started to call you’re name

“Meet me at the hotel at midnight”. He left again making sure no one saw you two

Finishing Activities to Promote The Project As the clock tics to midnight The Elevator door Dings to Reveal Him waiting at the hall for your smile widened

Finally being able to Shameless be with each other Both of You’re clothes fell to the ground against the wall making out “ I missed you so much” he whispers to you’re ear

Telling each others sweet nothings against the wall he’s hand unclips your bra revealing you’re breast leaving both of you in you’re underwear

The room echos Moans and groans Your nails scratching hes back and pulling hes hair cause of the pain.

hello everyone this is another Story i made I’ve been MIA recently due to Burn out and other reason and this is the first part of a 2 part story but hope you guys enjoy this fic !🫶

[asp1diske-art]

a friend got me back into Have a Nice Death and wow that's a lot of updates huh

(script)

Death took a sick leave.

Long story short,

Death found an odd pill in the Addictions Dept,

and while he was wondering whether he should give it to the R&D Dept or the Hazardous Waste Disposal,

Pump Quinn put in in his koffee.

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Pump Quinn “I’m so sorry, I thought it was a vitamin!”

Death “It’s all right, Quinn. But next time please consult me before putting things in my koffee”

Orville “Uh, anyway, the analysis is in, and apparently it’s a test version of Mordicine. It boosts attack, but the Intoxicated effect is stronger. Also it applies random status ailments.”

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Death “Is there no antidote?”

Orville “Um… no, I don’t think so. Still, it’s not permanent so you’ll just have to sit it out.”

Death “Comforting words indeed.”

Ding dong!

Ding dong? A guest?

Death “How long is this going to take?”

Orville “It’ll be over by tomorrow at most. So just keep an eye on your health and you’ll be fine! Even if it’s not… well, it’s you boss, so it should be okay—”

--

Life “I heard you took a sick leave. Pa-the-tic!”

--

Orville “Boss? Boss, are you listening?”

Death “Ah, yes… do the side effects include hallucinations?”

Life “I’m right here you numbskull.”

[jackandthedevil]

YESS thank you sm

Dep my good man do you have the meme where the cat has the raised eyebrow. Its an orange cat and one eye has mascara and the works. I think you posted it before and I can't find it 💔

This one??? SNSBDJDJDJ

[smilesthroughfandoms]

A Bone to Pick (Chapter Preview)

It's me, I'm back with the last preview! Actual chapter to be posted next week

Mei turned to Macaque with a small smirk. Macaque instantly noticed and felt uneasy. “What? What is it?”

Mei’s smirk turned into a small smile as she whipped out her phone and typed on it for a bit. With a small flick of her finger, there was a faint Woosh! sound from her phone. Then she just leaned back in her chair and waited, staring at Macaque like the cat that got the cream. 

Bai He perked up when she heard the combined buzz and Ding! from Macaque’s pocket. “Hoo tess-ted you?”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Bai He.” Tang politely scolded her. Bai He rolled her eyes before angrily slurping her mouthful of noodles.  

Macaque tic-a-tacced on his phone, he raised a brow. “I got sent a video?”

MK brightened, happily smacking the table. “Ooh! Play it, play it!”

“Yeah, Mr. Maquack, play it!” PB encouraged. 

The shadow monkey did, and upon opening the video, he was greeted to the site of Bai He skating around in what looked like a small home. She looked only slightly less bedraggled in the video then she did now, so Macaque had to assume this video was recently taken. The lack of light apart from the candles all but confirmed Macaque’s suspicions. “I’m doing it!” Bai He’s recorded voice came through the phone speaker. “I’m doing it, Mei!”

“Oh! I remember this,” exclaims Bai He. “Mei just helped me make skates for the first time. She teachered me really good!”

Macaque looks up at Mei in surprise. “You’re welcome,” is all she says, with a smug look about her. 

Not knowing what to say, Macaque turns back to the video and replays it again. And again. And again. Each time with a smile. Bai He wasn’t scared anymore. She looked so happy in the video. He turned to look at her, watching with stars in her eyes as he hit replay once again. She looked happy here too. 

“Thank you, Mei.” Macaque turns back to the dragon-girl. “I mean it.”

Tang smiled as Macaque replayed the video one more time for good measure. Then he turned to see Mei’s reaction, stopping short when he saw the look on Monkey King’s face. 

He looked… startled? Impressed? In awe? Breathless? Of Macaque smiling? And… and he looked like he just got bad news. Why did he look like he got bad news? Tang stared at Macaque out of the corner of his eye. His smile was soft and wide as he once again replayed the video. 

“How many times are you gonna watch it?” Bai He asked him. 

“As many as I want,” Macaque answered. 

“Why? I mean, it’s cool to see my first time using my new powers and all, but I could just show you in real time. It’s not that special.”

“… Yeah it is,” Macaque mumbled quietly, rewinding it a bit to hear Bai He’s recorded gleeful laughter once more. 

Tang turned toward Monkey King again, but found The Great Sage dejectedly tapping at his phone screen, face otherwise unreadable. Tang awkwardly turned back toward his bowl of noodles, and caught Pigsy staring at him. Pigsy tilted his head to the side. You good, Tangy? He asked without words. 

Tang nodded with a small smile. Yeah, I’m fine, Pigsy. 

Satisfied, Pigsy turned with a chipper grin back to his own bowl of noodles. Tang glanced at Monkey King over his shoulder, making a mental note of his silent dejectedness for a later date. 

Macaque tapped on his phone once more, going to pocket it. “Really, Mei, thank you. It means a lot that you would send this to—wait, how did you get my number? I never gave it to you.”

“Oh, that.” Mei shrugged nonchalantly, shoving some green vegetables into her mouth. “MK gave it to me.”

“That I did!” MK confirmed brightly.  “How did you get my number?!”

[undonerhapsodize]

thinking ab ichigo rn and how he’s be such a tsundere simp for you it’s ridiculous

like, every damn time you need to get something for whatever reason, he gets it. everytime, without fail, he jumps from what he was doing to fetch it. except, his good deeds don’t go unpunished. or rather, without a short little quip from him

“do you not have legs or something??” is what he says as he basically launches himself to the kitchen to grab the drink you requested. he denies his eagerness everytime

it also pokes through at unexpected times. even he doesn’t have a chance to properly think about what he’s doing or saying before he’s taken action, abit with red-tipped ears

“would you relax?” the ichigo almost hisses aloud. “it’s not a big deal”

the ‘deal’ of course, was the fact that the train you two were on had been overcrowded, forcing the both of you into close proximity. the car was packed with people from rush hour, and you were stuck.

yet, as the strawberry is sweet, ichigo says with a slightly lowered tone, “hey, switch with me”

he doesnt wait for a reply before taking you in his arms and shuffling so you were now against the wall, back leaning against it. you were away from the crowd, if only just a little bit. ichigo was now in front, his own height doing wonders working as a barrier behind the chaos of the train car, and the happy little bubble he had inadvertently created.

“haha” you laugh nervously, “thank you. i don’t like crowds.”

ichigo only looks away from you, raising his hand up to brace itself against the railing of train as it kicked up again. he was sporting a lovely shade of pink along his cheekbones, lips turned in a pout “you’re welcome”

though, there are some times he wasn’t so flustered. where every ounce of shyness he had suddenly was no more

“what the hell are you on about?” he says, tone low

the other student shrugs, not realizing the bear he had poked. “i mean… if we want a good grade on this assignment, we shouldn’t invite Y/N”

the reaper sneered, “now what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

the student sweats, finally seeing the tic in his jaw as ichigo’s gaze narrowed “i’m just saying!!” they say rushed, “i heard they flunked the last one!!”

ichigo stares down his classmate before making a decision. quickly and without warning he stands, pushing his chair backwards with force. it loudly scrapes against the ground.

ichigo flips his bag over his shoulder, and begins to walk out of the classroom without another word, you in tow, your hand grasped in his

“don’t listen to them. they have no idea what they’re talking about.” he says it earnestly but with plenty of lingering hostility from the encounter

“no i get it.” you say, a little downcast, but laugh nonetheless. “i did get an F on that report.”

he stops suddenly, causing you to almost walk into the man. “shuddup” he sort of grows, clearly upset. “ who cares what happened a 2 weeks ago.”

“they do, apparently”

the elevator door dings as the metal doors shut tight. ichigo moves in front of you, taking a scarred hand to rest gently on the side of your face. he pulls you in with not effort at all, no hesitation to be seen. he kisses you, sweetly and true, before he pulls away to rest his forehead onto yours. “they’re dumb. obviously.” there’s a wrinkle in his brow as he says it.

“obviously.” you finally agree, lifting your head to gaze at your lover. he smiles, if even a little bit. you can see his eyes soft at your admission

the close proximity made nothing awkward, made nothing intoxicating. it was pure and simple. even as you stared at him now, there was no trace of embarrassment to be seen. no trace of the reddish features you know characterized such a feeling. even as he looked at you with such a defiant light that even the sun itself hesitated in showing its face.

you would think he’d been embarrassed to look such a way

[yellowflowerbub]

bathtime (together)

♡ Feb. 10th ♡

♡ Day 1 of 5 ♡

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

summary. you decide to prepare a surprise for Aki when he comes back from work on valentines day

wordcount. 1.3k+

pairing(s). aki hayakawa x reader

tag(s). fluff, teasing, bathing together, pet names (my love, dear), gender neutral, cheesy

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Water is pushed into the tub’s side, it dramatically thrashes against itself before leveling out into miniature waves as the stray droplets that were flung into the air mush together with the rest. Bubbles begin to float over top of the water as the sweetly scented solution is progressively poured. They greedily stack upon each other, building from the water level and up, consuming the surrounding until where the bubbles began and water ended seemed nebulous. They shimmer by the reflection of soft candle light and a tablet positioned on the tub’s wide rim.

A music streaming application is open, pop-ups of different playlists invade the screen before being absentmindedly closed as your shaky fingers feverishly scour your account for the ‘Bathtime with Aki’ playlist. It seems as though it was purposefully hidden, concealed by a multitude of advertisements and song suggestions you never paid more than a second thought to.

“Dear?” You hear. The distant call is muffled by the rushing, running water and a closed bathroom door. You scramble to turn the water off so as to not alert him. He’s on time of course, but per usual you failed to be ready.

Even more anxious, your eyes can barely keep up with how quickly the many playlists whizz past. “What was that? Was the water running?”  

You curse his good ears and continue to search, “Yes, I was just,” you pause, “...washing something off.”

“Alright.”

At taxing times like these you’re thankful of how much of his trust he confides in you. 

You gasp as you spot his name and click it, rapidly turning up the volume while it loads. Through a small speaker on top of the bathroom counter plays the melody of the first song, the funky bass filled with emotions you’ve only touched upon with Aki echo throughout every inch of the bathroom. The sound sneaks under the crack between the bathroom’s door and the cold tile to the silence of the rest of the apartment. The hum of the first few chords of what you believe to be a piano makes a smile creep up your lips. You’re sure he’s heard the song.

By the time the artist begins singing the lyrics to the first verse a soft knock is heard on the door’s wood, you can barely hear it over how loud the speaker plays. “Yes? Who’s there?”

“Who else would it be?” 

“I dunno? Maybe my boyfriend?” 

“Really? And here I am thinkin’ you’re single.”

You giggle, “Wanna come in?”

As the door knob twists and the bathroom door is opened by a crack, the incoming chorus you felt approaching hit. Every little note incorporated into the production from tic to tune fuse within each other to create a symphony your ears are happy to hear. You sing under your breath and let the bubbles in the bath come over your shoulders as you melt into the almost hot water, your arms float by your sides, your feet by one another, and your back pressed to the side of your bathtub.

“Come in, don’t be shy.”

He hesitantly slides into the bathroom, the full suit he wore feeling a bit uncomfortable now that he was surrounded by a warmer air and steam with the door shut behind him. 

“What’s all this?”

You smile, “Have you checked what day it is?”

His brows furrow, he actually has not. He pulls back his cuffed sleeve to reveal a chunky metal watch worn around his wrist. You’d got him that watch for his birthday the year prior as a surprise and he had put it on immediately after he tore it from its packaging. Since then, you’ve never seen him without it. 

“It’s Tuesday?” Still bewildered by the scenery, he thinks to himself for a quick moment before it comes to him.

“Valentine's Day?”

“Ding ding ding!” 

He swears to himself it’s from the scented candles but his face burns, “You’re so corny.”

“You love it.”

For a moment, he seems to remember how naked you were. He’s seen you naked more times than he could probably recall but it never failed to restart his heart as if it were his first moment he laid his pretty sapphire eyes on you. 

“If you get in I might let you touch instead of just stare.” 

“I’ll take you up on that offer.”

He wastes no time riding his suit coat from his torso, his nimble fingers spend no more than a second undoing each obsidian button. He shrugs the thing off his shoulders, half heartedly folding it to toss on the floor. His suspenders and pearl white button up are next, meeting the same fate as the overcoat. 

“You think I can even fit in there with you?”

You fan him, “I’m sure you can.”

 “I’m 6’2, my love.” He chuckles, you can see his bare shoulders jump when he laughs and catch a glimpse of the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes before he turns away from you to continue to strip.

“Why’re you turning around? I’ve seen everything you’ve got.”

“You whistle at me like a piece of meat when I take my pants off.”

Fair enough.

Aki, now fully naked, dips his foot into the water to test its temperature. Chills crawl up his calf from the stark difference and each hair stands on end. He shudders through his teeth as both of his legs slide on either side of your hips.

You’re faintly frightened of the bath overflowing, its edge rising as steadily as Aki let his body sink into the water. The bath looks to be on the brink of spilling over onto the tile by the time he's waist deep.

His body melts into yours just as well as the water, the damp skin over his chest molds with your back like wax on top of a burning candle seeping from its edge. He’s as warm as the water surrounding your bodies, his ribs press hard into you and his heart beats through it, it rests at the closest it can to you. The rhythm of his pumping heart beats stridently in not only his ears, but yours as well. 

“Your heart’s beating really quick. You ok?” You inquire.

He’s quick to answer, “Of course I am. I’m just.. amazed on how nice this is. You did a outstanding job with all of it.” 

“Thank you,” you stifle a laugh, “I didn’t get all of what I wanted in here. Like, I thought rose petals would fit the mood I’ve got going but I didn’t get the chance to place them. They're actually still in our room.”

“I love it either way.” His voice is low, whisper volume as his chin rests on your open shoulder, his nose dipped in the side of your neck. Always so thoughtful. For the most part.

You do laugh this time, “You’d say that no matter what I do.”

He felt his smile lift, “Think of this whole thing as a ballroom. You’ve prepared every piece but forgot some food courses, and some appetizers, and some chairs but there is still a dancefloor and a chandelier overhead everyone adores.”

“Your point here?”

“A hall wouldn’t be complete without its chandelier. And that’s what you are, my love. My gorgeous chandelier.” His lips come down to softly kiss your shoulder, “So no matter what you prepared for me, I will be completely overjoyed because you prepared it and you are here to do whatever it is with me.”

The song, you'd completely forgotten you turned on in the first place, comes to a slow conclusion. The symphony of instruments fade into the silence and splashes of water and the last thing heard before it completely makes it's exits is the lead singer's high note, blending with it all.

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a/n: i'm so proud of that last piece of dialogue that i’m ending the fic here  the song was "out of touch" if you were wondering

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[jackandthedevil]

How about "The Song of Wandering Aengus" by W. B. Yeats? The poem has a lovely rhythm.

Not a thought for current times but how does sound for future art streams–

You tell me ahead a poem (or any written piece of art- could be a song, an excerpt from a story etc etc) and I’ll read it out loud as I draw

For this I plan to do request based sketches again too, lmk how this idea sounds like

[puppycharmz]

free from pmv art hell means i can make whatever i want and im makign you look at this spamton ex design. his name is scratchton (or scratch) bc of how dinged up he is and also bc scc called him a scratched record bc of his vocal tic :)

[jackandthedevil]

Hello friends! Thought you might appreciate whatever this is I've got going on today.