#no shade on my mom but like. sometimes i have shit to do

[jay-catsby]

calling home and hearing your dad pick up and knowing your two-minute question will actually take only two minutes instead of 40 >>>>>>

#no shade on my mom but like. sometimes i have shit to do #my dad and i literally covered a cooking question and fully nailed down plans for a weekend trip this coming june in 2 min 36 seconds #and then said 'love you bye!!!' and hung tf up

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt. 7

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“I’m having a child.”

Danny stared at Batman.

“…Uh, congrats?”

Batman whips out a stack of paper and a pen. “It’s you. Sign here and initial the highlighted spots.”

Danny instinctively, from years of dealing with Vlad, whacked the stack right out of Batman’s hands and into the bay. He doesn’t even feel bad about littering this time because, “Begone, fruitloop!”

Wait, no, that’s not what he meant.

“I mean- I have parents!”

“Not for long.” Batman muttered and then did a double take. “You have parents? How?”

Danny gasped, placing a hand on his chest to clutch his metaphorical pearls. He ignored Batman’s mutters. Everyone knows the vigilante has an adoption problem. At least, everyone who lived in Gotham did, as everyone who didn’t was somehow convinced that he “worked alone” or some bullshit like that. “Are you naturally this insensitive or were you dropped on your head as a baby? Obviously I had to come from somewhere.”

“They’re still… alive?”

“And kicking,” Danny said, inching away from yet another rich weird guy trying to adopt him. “Mostly the kicking part, though.” He said, remembering the sparring sessions. His mom could kick his as six ways to Sunday with nothing but jiu-jitsu and still have time to work in the lab.

“I see.”

“I’m charging you extra for the emotional upheaval. I have trauma regarding rich people trying to adopt me.”

Batman sullenly handed over a thousand.

“Sweet. There’s a group of shades down here asking if you could find their murderer. Apparently the serial killer is still at large.” Danny pointed.

“Of course. Tell me everything.”

The adoption papers disappeared as Batman went into detective mode.

Danny shoved the cash into his glowing chest and breathed a sigh of relief. He needed to make rent this month so it was a windfall running into Batman.

——

“Hey, Tim?”

Tim woke up from his Power Nap. “Huh?”

“Phantom’s complaining that Batman kept trying to adopt him.”

Tim blinked. “Uh.. what does that have to do with me?”

Danny stared at him, a patiently amused smile on his face. “Just in case the rumor about the Wayne’s sugar-daddy-into the Bats was a thing. Other than that, we might have to confront Batman to get him off of Phantom’s back. ”

“You… want to confront Batman.”

“Hey, man, Phantom’s a friend and it’s ride or die.” Danny snickered. It was literally die, with his Phantom side of things. He held two fists up, and wound them, like Popeye right after eating spinach or something. “And if Batman bothers Phantom, we ride at dawn.”

“Batman doesn’t come out unless it’s dark, though? Or for the Justice League.” Tim grinned. He mentally classified Danny under his “to go to” list. That’s where Bart, Bernard, Cassie, Kon, and Garfield were. If he starts shit, he could count on them to have his back and cause even more shit. Danny, wanting to fistfight Bruce over the man making Phantom uncomfortable? He absolutely is making that list.

“Then we ride at, like, dusk. Or uh, like 10PM. I gotta get my beauty sleep.”

“You’ll definitely need it,” Tim inconspicuously texted the group chat, which quickly blew up.

“Shut up,” Danny playfully shoved Tim. “Wait, can Batman even legally adopt? Isn’t being a vigilante illegal? And how can he adopt someone dead?”

Tim dramatically flailed and splayed over Danny’s carpeted living room. “Dunno about his identity,” he lied to Danny, like a liar. “But Gotham has a bunch of laws for the undead/restored to life people so there’s probably enough gray space there.”

Danny spluttered. “You guys have undead friendly laws?”

“Yeah, geht do you think Grundy just chills out? Plus, we have like a minor resurrection event every few years. It usually doesn’t stick but sometimes it does. Bruce pushed for those laws when Jason came back to life, except he doesn’t actually want people to know he’s like, alive.”

“Jason died?” Danny blinked. Well, that would explain the vibes. “Huh. So what’s up with his rank vibes then?”

“Rank vibes?” Tim pressed record on his phone.

Danny nodded. “Yeah, you know how Phantom’s got like a really chill green vibe?” Inwardly, Danny snickered at his pun. Chill. Yeah, he meant that very literally. “Jason’s got kind of a rank green vibe. He’s kind of stinky? Definitely never introduce him to Phantom.” Danny’s senses got worse in his ghost form.

“Jason regularly showers, though?!”

“Not smell! Like, a spiritual smell?”

“You can smell souls?!” Tim sat up. “Bro, you’re a meta?!”

“Uh.” Danny hesitated. “Yeah. I can smell souls. It’s a thing. Everyone from my town can do it.”

“What?!” Tim paused. “Wait, can Phantom smell souls?”

“Yeah. We’re, uh, from the same town.”

“Danny, what the fuck?”

“Hey, don’t look at me like that, you’re the one with a soul-sick brother! Not to mention, you’re kinda stinky too!”

“Hey!”

“Soul-stinky nerd man!”

——

“I stink?!” Jason spluttered out, extremely offended.

“The Lazarus pits. He’s most likely smelling traces of Lazarus pit on you, you imbecile.”

“We need to speak to Phantom. This instant.”

“I dunno, B. Danny sounded like he was gonna break your face if you bothered Phantom anymore.” Dick snickered.

“Yeah,” Tim chimed in, from his seat in front of the Bat-computer. “He was pretty serious.”

“Are we just gonna glaze over the fact that they’re from the same town?!” Stephanie exclaimed, practicing her moves on a training dummy.

“How does that even work? What does that mean? I thought Phantom was an immortal?” Duke asked.

“We also can’t rule out time-travel.” Barbara slammed her baton into a training dummy, twisting her wheelchair in an agile maneuver that left the dummy on the floor.

“No bothering Phantom.” Cass proclaimed.

“That’s quite right. You all have a warm dinner sitting above your cave and should it remain uneaten, I assure you that sherbet Sunday and crêpe Tuesday shall be canceled.” Alfred stepped in. The Bats, threatened, scrambled to ditch their gear and go upstairs.

#Danny: not another adoption! #Vlad and Bruce trying to adopt Danny even though he’s got parents:🤝 #batman #danny phantom #tim drake #jason todd #bruce wayne #dc x dp #bamf danny phantom #dpxdc #dcxdp #dcxdp crossover #sea cryptic! danny au

[undercovercameron]

sunspent

summary: you're relaxed and calm in the obx summer heat, and rafe simply cannot have that.

notes: filthy filthy filthy! sorry not sorry bout it. also minor obx 3 spoilers; ie his parents are on that damn island and its just him in their big ole house. semi public sex kink and def a choking kink beware or be scared! i truly cannot write anything without that damn hand around reader's throat.. that's my b. enjoy! also thank you so much for all the love on my fics and the followers... so excited for all i will write in the future and so incredibly full of love from you guys <3

tags: rafe cameron x fem!reader

word count: 2542

The whole day had been perfect. 

You woke up around 9:30, brushed your teeth, and went downstairs to have some oatmeal. By 10:30 you were in a bikini and setting out a towel on the back deck. 

The sun was fairly hot, but the early warnings of a storm gave a cooler breeze. Your towel was in the perfect spot between the shade where you could get full sun coverage without moving too much. 

Gentle music was playing from your speaker, something that sounded like what your mom listened to in highschool, and a couple vodka seltzers laid unopened in a small cooler for you to enjoy later. You were also halfway through a mystery book, and between the pages of every chapter you let the time drift away from you. 

The most relaxing part of the start of your day? Rafe had left the house around 9 and had yet to return by the time you cracked open your seltzer at 1 o’clock. No ranting, no typical Rafe-isms— just sunshine and Paula Abdul. You wished he was able to do this with you. 

It was so relaxing that you drifted off to sleep a little more than halfway through your drink, head resting on your folded arms. 

“Y/N.” Something rigid and distinctly shoe-like nudges your arm. “Baby.”

You just groan and turn over onto your back, arms following to protect your eyes from the sunlight. 

“Hi,” you croak, squinting, and peer up at him. He looks like the Statue of Liberty in this light— if the statue of liberty wore light wash jeans and slutty little beer brand t-shirts. (So on brand for him.)

“How long have you been out here?” He asks, bending to pick up what’s left of your seltzer for one final swig. 

“Since like 10:45.” Your face breaks in a yawn and your arms fall to the deck as your eyes get used to the light. A smile creeps onto your face. “What’ve you been doing?” You sit up on your hands, scanning his body. He looks kinda sweaty. 

“Um,” he starts, scratching at his forehead with a sigh. “Buncha shit. Went into a couple places to close Ward’s accounts with them—oh, I saw your mom at Cold Stone by the way.”

“Why were you at Cold Stone?” You grin, crossing your legs and pushing at his calf with your foot. He makes an innocent face, hands on his hips. He looks to the trees, playfully exasperated.

“Sometimes I need a milkshake, Y/N. What kind of question is that?” You snort. “Anyway— I think we should go out for dinner. It’s getting to be—shit, it’s almost 4.”

You’re silent, save for some puny, whiny noise you make at the mention of going out. You struggle to get up, a little wobbly on your feet, but Rafe catches you and hauls you up with a hand on your waist. 

“What?” He brushes the wispy hairs out of your face. “You don’t want to go out?” He searches your face, blue eyes squinting down at you, and you just pout. In the most mature way a 20-something can when faced with leaving her very rich boyfriend’s very nice house who has asked her to stay with him graciously for the very near future while his parents are retired on some island in the middle of the ocean. 

You curl a finger around the collar of his t-shirt, playing with it while you formulate an answer. 

“Where would we go?” Is what you settle on, ever the people pleaser. 

“I don’t know…” Rafe thinks, gaze drifting from you as he chews at his lip. You wind your arms around his shoulders, hands splayed across his wingspan. You pet the skin of his neck with your thumb, warm all over. You’re content just looking at him forever. 

“What if I’m hungry now?” You ask, ever so innocently, and Rafe thinks you’re serious until he catches the look on your face. 

“That right?” He grins, hand sliding down your back. He grabs at your ass and you squeak. “How hungry? Wait until after dinner?” He’s just teasing you honestly; it’s almost a hobby to see how desperate you get for him. 

“Rafe.” You pinch his shoulder. “That’s not funny.”

He just hums noncommittally, and dips to press a kiss to your neck. You shift up onto your tiptoes, wanting to be closer, and he hikes one of your legs up onto his hip. You can’t help the noise you make. 

“Rafe,” you breathe, grabbing at him. “We have to go inside.” He bows forward, dangling you towards the wood of the deck, and you just hold tighter onto his shoulders. 

“Why?” He murmurs, lost in your taste, and presses a kiss to your mouth that makes you shiver. “I don’t see why we have to.” He falls into a kneel, bringing you with him, and you suck in a surprised gasp. “Nobody’s around.”

“Somebody could be, baby,” you say, chancing a look around, and huff out a sigh when he lays you onto your back. This man. 

“I don’t care,” he says, shrugging his shoulders with not a care in the world before following you down. 

This bikini might be his favorite. He likes anything that will leave as little to the imagination as possible, but this one is his favorite shade of blue. Almost matches his eyes. 

Your warm skin feels like silk on him, and when you wriggle when he presses a hand to your inner thigh, his dick jumps. 

“Relax, Y/N,” he breathes. You roll your eyes. 

“How can I, Rafe? You’re so—aggravating.” You huff. He’s still wearing his shirt, too. You tug at the sleeves of it. 

“Oh, yeah?” He cocks his head, lips pursed. You just nod, pulling again at the fabric of his shirt. “Why’re you so wet, then?” He fumbles with the buckle of his jeans and your eyes lock on it.  

“I’m not.” You look back up at him, self-assured to a fault, and try to will the dampness between your legs away. He just stares down at you, unimpressed. “I-I’m not.” Your thighs close. 

“That right?” He murmurs, and wrestles your legs open again with an arm. His fingertips brush the crotch of your bottoms and you jolt, breathing hard out your nose. He lifts your hips and pulls them clean off, tossing them to the side. 

He’s silent then, gaze locked between your legs, and he carefully guides your legs back until you can grab them by the back of your thighs and keep them out of his way. 

“Not wet, my ass,” he murmurs to himself. His thumb rubs at your clit, and your sigh of pleasure ends in an impatient whine. He spits. “This pussy—,” he starts, but can’t finish. 

He just bows and gets his mouth on you like he’s been thinking about since he left the house. Your head slams back against the deck almost immediately. 

His large palm flattens to the back of your thigh and pushes your leg even further. The muscle strains but you can handle it. 

“Fuck, Rafe,” you cry out, eyes squeezing shut as his tongue pushes hard through your folds. You’re really fucking wet. You wonder briefly if it’s because of how hot it was today, then cast that out of your mind completely when you hear Rafe groan. Your body vibrates with it. 

His hands suddenly drag you by your hips, closer to his face, and he hums again. 

“Taste so fucking good,” he muses, spitting at you, and glances up at your face. You can barely keep your mouth closed like this. “Brat, lying to me.”

You whine, every second of him talking taking his mouth away from where it so desperately needs to be absolute torture, but settle when his thumb begins tracing circles into your clit. 

“Fuck me,” you breathe, back arching and leg muscles straining, and Rafe just laughs into your cunt. 

“I will,” he murmurs, and you would roll your eyes if you could— but he pushes two fingers into you. His thumb spurs back into motion as you sing, throat already sore. He knows exactly where and when to curl his fingers, and you let him know right there is where they need to be. 

“There you go.” He spits a third time, watching it mix with your slick. “Squeezing me so tight, honey,” he assures you, smoothing a hand down your thigh. If you could find words you’d agree. 

You manage a “yes, shit,” before you go mute and your eyes roll back into your head. You squeeze around him like a vice, your legs flooding with warmth, and he fingers you through your orgasm. He can’t pull himself away when you get like this— you’re so soft and warm and perfect that he genuinely wonders if he could ever fuck someone else again. He knows the answer is no. 

Your abdominal muscles spasm and jolt as you come down, neck straining to look at where his fingers give you a final stroke and find their way to his mouth. 

“Fuck, Rafe,” you half-laugh and half-moan, head falling against the deck. You chest heaves as you catch your breath. “This is embarrassing.”

“What?” He says, voice hushed, and presses a kiss to your mouth. “Being on the deck or how quick I can make you cum?” He grins. 

This time you can and do roll your eyes. 

“Both,” you sigh, legs falling to their place around his hips. You curl up into a sitting position and pet his arm, coming back to reality. He smells like sunshine. “But you still haven’t fucked me yet.”

Your fingers trail down to his jeans, fingertips ghosting over his zipper. He hums in agreement, eyes following. You play with the button for a second, just wanting to tease, but pop it and unzip the fly. 

“Wanna know what I’m thinking about?” You ask, reaching up his shirt to feel his hot skin. “That time on the beach,” you purr, voice hushed and eyes wild. 

“Yeah?” He bites his lip and sits back on his ass, taking you with him in his lap. Your knees bend and you sit comfortably on the seat that is only yours. “You thinking about my hand?”

“Mhm.” You lean and kiss at his cheek, trailing down to his jaw. “And something else.” You dig a hand down into his boxers and curl your fingers around his dick. 

He’s hot and almost slippery, so hard you’re sure it’s painful. Your wrist slides against the tip and his hand on your ass curls into a fist. 

You lean back, wanting to see his face, and watch as your touch washes over his body. He blinks rapidly, eyes focusing, and you smile sweetly. 

It’s then that you shift into your knees, hand squeezing his dick, and sink down onto him.

His fingers fly up to your strained face and grasp your neck, immediately tight around your throat. Not tight enough to suffocate, but tight enough for your pulse to quicken. 

Exactly what you’d imagined. 

“You like that?” He pants, breath fanning over your cheek when you turn slightly and grip his shoulder for stability. You just nod and circle your hips. 

His thumb on your chin guides your face back to his, wanting to see you fall apart, and you make a whiny noise. He feels where it starts and ends between his fingertips. 

You ride between the strain of his hand around your throat and the movement of his body, head tilted back and mouth wide. Your fingers grip his shoulder and bicep as you ride. 

It’s a difficult job, balancing the rhythm of your hips with the ache blooming from the muscles in your thighs, but you make it work. 

You hear the bashfully whiny groans he’s exhaling into your ear and you make it work. 

“You feel so good,” you whisper hoarsely as his hold tightens, chin tilting towards the sky. He grits his teeth and pushes his hips up into yours. 

You scramble to grab onto his forearm and hold back your shriek. 

The tightness of his fingers around your throat blur the lines of pleasure and pain, making it hard to catch a deep breath and ride him at the same time. 

“Fuck, harder,” he stutters, almost whispering, and you nod furiously. Your thighs meet his lap, over and over with a noise that makes you blush even more than you already are, and you’re sure you’ll have bruises or at the very least a red mark. 

He releases your throat and anchors himself with your hip and the small of your back, and when you finally gasp for air at the loss of his pressure on your neck he uses all his lower back strength to wedge himself deep into you. 

You know you’ll have bruises there. 

You push hard against his forearm as your back arches and the tension in your lower abdomen comes to a peak. Your toes curl where they are at his side.

Your vision comes in and out of focus as you cum again, blood white-hot in your veins. The climax is almost numbing. Addicting. 

At this point you have no idea the noises you’re making, probably all gibberish and definitely humiliating, but the rushing in your ears is too much. 

Rafe shudders and groans loudly into your ear, spending himself inside of you with a grunt, and you follow him as he falls back into the deck. You catch yourself with a palm on the sun scorched wood. 

“Jesus Christ,” he pants, heart pounding and chest heaving. Sweat coats his buzzed hair in a shiny sheen, and your whole body is so sticky you feel like you could peel the layer of perspiration off of your body. 

His hands still lazily hold your waist and they begin their ascent to your neck. He feels your pulse with the space between his thumb and forefinger, and his face splits into a grin at the feeling. 

“I definitely am going to need some food after this.” You push yourself back up into a sitting position and put your hands on your hips as you finally catch your breath. 

He looks so beautiful, half in the shade and half in the sun. Laid out beneath you. Still inside. Like some kind of god. 

The hot sun is in his eyes, and his body is numb with the tension spent in his muscles. Rafe half wonders if his dick is still fucking there. 

He barely feels when you crawl off of him and stumble into standing. He jerks up into a sitting position, that familiar ache in his back present, and grabs for your leg. He winces at the stretch. You should really be paying his chiropractor bill. 

“Where are you going?” He accuses, voice scratchy in his throat. 

“I need to shower, baby.” You bend to pick up your bikini bottoms. “We’re going to dinner, aren’t we?” You smile and turn back around to go inside, ass bare and a huge red mark in the shape of a large hand curved around the trunk of your throat. 

Yeah, drive-up it is.

#obx #obx 3 #obx 3 spoilers #rafe cameron #obx fanfic #obx smut #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron x reader #obx x reader #rafe cameron x fem!reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron fic #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron imagine

[weebsinstash]

Alright bestie I’m on that shit again

So yandere Superman, right? Like obviously your fucked. The only other yandere in existence that might just be able to keep you from him is Batman, but even then he’d probably sooner work together just to ensure your safety- but that’s a prompt for another day.

Back to yan Superman, imagine you’re his darling and he is “keeping you safe”. But one day, you get snatched up by some organization that wants to use you as leverage or some shit, but you are just sobbing in relief at maybe being free- only to have Superman show up and do some not so super things to everyone who “stole” you

There are just so many casually horrifying things about Superman that people don't realize until you start like digging into his lore. "Oh he's super strong and a super fast flyer" actually he can do basically anything at those super speeds to the point he can literally even PROCESS THOUGHTS at near light-speed which means he has Absolutely Terrifying reaction times and can make plans and schemes on a dime, which, you know, can be even better utilized by him being intelligent. He has natural invulnerability so if you throw a punch at him too hard you could literally shatter the bones in your hand and he can't even control that, like you could literally hurt yourself with him on accident! He can see across INSANE DISTANCES and his x-ray vision doesn't have like a set range so he could do anything from, peep inside buildings to spy on you, to looking under your clothing for any bruises or injuries or even self harm marks, to peeking behind your hero disguise to learn your true identity, to seeing if there's anything inside your stomach and seeing if you're eating properly. Like jesus christ he literally found out Lois was pregnant from waking up one morning and suddenly hearing the heartbeat of the FETUS, there's literally nothing from him pulling that stereotypical "I know you're nervous or lying or afraid because I can literally hear your heartbeat increase" scary bullshit

And let's talk about Lois for a sec because my god her death was literally what kicked off the Injustice timeline? And there are other forms of Superman media where she just straight up dies naturally of cancer! Sure we could take the easy way and say "in this au Lois never existed or was just Clark's friend and he loved YOU" (which is my preferred default tbh bc, no competition for Reader lol) but I mean if you're going for that angst, that real whump, a yandere Clark Kent that just lost his wife/unborn child to either the Injustice incident or cancer, now overcome with grief? And in those cancer timelines they usually already have a son, Jonathan, and sometimes Jordan, and here's Clark thinking, well, his boy needs a mother, and he's got these weird feelings for you, and lil Jonny clearly has affection for you, maybe bring a bit of a platonic yan himself who sees you as either a big sister or even a secondary mom, so... be his wife maybe?

Like my god if Reader somehow helped him through the grief of losing Lois and managed to avoid "fully activating" Superman's anime villain arc, like he's going full fascist in the Injustice 2 Bad Ending, then some shit DEFINITELY goes down when Reader gets taken away. It just reactivates all his trauma. No! He can't lose anyone else! Jonathan can't lose anyone else! You're not just someone he loves, you're his FRIEND!

You're just huddled in whatever cell you've been kept in with your black eyes and bruises and knuckles bloodied from trying to fight back when you hear Clark's voice and you look up with excitement that just falls immediately off your face because holy shit did he just unlock that thumbprint scanner with a severed arm, and suddenly you're realizing there are other shades of red on his costume and dripping from his fingers

I can only imagine like, ngl I considered a sequel to my fic Doubt where Reader escapes the manor and runs into Supernan as the only other person who can protect you, so here we would have the inverse: you're the only one who knows about Clark's increasing instability and, while you still have your own freedom and autonomy, try to speak to Bruce about it, and now you have Batman Vs Superman: Competing For Your Heart Edition. I can only imagine what sort of unhinged reactions there would be if you think you've got Batman alone and you're beginning to cry all "Bruce I'm really worried about Clark, he isn't acting like himself, there's something wrong with him" and. Clark is like literally using his x-ray vision to read lips through the walls if he can't use his super hearing to outright eavesdrop.

Of course as you suggested, I'm always a slut for ideas with"oh shit I ran to this guy to help me and he's ALSO crazy, now they're teaming up and I'm in some weird shared/poly situation with TWO nutjobs". Lmao you go to Bruce concerned about Kal and Bruce goes to confront him and Clark just drops "did you know Y/N has been hiding self harm cuts under their hero suit also wow they smoke HELLA weed and im worried about their lungs and all the stuff they do when they're alone that no one else knows about 🥺" and suddenly here's Bruce " thanks i hate this actually :)" and there's a scheme concted to spy on you or move you elsewhere.

I've even thought of "Reader oh nooOoooOo, that, giant monster or villain attack or whatever also coincidentally destroyed your shitty little apartment complex? You mean Clark 'accidently' got sent flying into your building or smacked some giant creature into it and now you don't have a place to live? And you're broke too? Oh no 🥺 Well, BATMAN has this nice big house with lots of room in for you to stay toooootally 'temporarily', we PROMISE uwu"

Batman is the one who can put a tracking chip injected into your skin or even disguised as a filling in one of your teeth, and Superman is the one who can zoom off to rescue you/retrieve you "faster than a speeding bullet". I think one of the only people who could bring them down together at that point would be like. Fucking DARKSEID and, Jesus no, you definitely don't want HIM treating you as a pet 😭 the evil Batman that was brainwashed by him in the Apokolips War movie was scary enough (and scary HOT, lmao, let him keep me as some sort of prize and the only luxury Darkseid will allow him as a reward for his obedience. Lord Batman goes from having a meeting talking about like enslaving people to returning to his quarters and railing tf outta you because he's still holding onto some slim vestiges of humanity where he cares about you but also using you as his personal anti stress fuck toy)

#yandere superman #yandere batman #yandere dc #i got a draft whee damian and jon like you and introduce you to their fathers #and suddenly stalking you becomes a family affair #the boys walk you home and jon lies about having to pee so damian can plant bugs while youre distracted #the boys going back to their fathers and telling them all of your personal business #'yeah dad when she was at work i used my xray vision and saw her creepy manager grope her in the walk in' #suddenly your small little privately owned cafe was just bought out by wayne enterprises and your boss is fired or goes missing #maybe Bruce gets you a job st Wayne tech bc hes been following you as batman and he doesnt like you working third ahift #lmao heres hoping i actually finish it wven though im not quite sure where to go w it yet #but like its literally over 8 pages at least so. obviously some sort of creative juices are flowing #yandere stuff #sinprompts #at this point i cant promise shit bc my emotions and motivation are waaaaaacky

[lunchboxpoems]

you up?

you think food would taste different

if you ate it underwater? how long you

think magic hour lasts for on neptune?

what do you think cellulite would look

like on fish? can you believe olives are

a fruit? you ever notice that OM is, okay,

yes, the sound of the universe, but also

the sound literally every little kid makes

when speaking into a fan?

you up? you ever think about how

english maybe isn’t our first language?

the way I’m sitting right now is my

first language. the way I bring my

hand to your jawline is my first language. the

way I become movement inside

your hands is my first language.

you up? did your mom ever make you

talk to shit? my mom imbued life into

every corner and crumb of my small

world, and now as an adult woman

my heart breaks every time I find

an empty snail shell, or for the worms

on rainy mornings who aren’t going

to have enough time to make it to

the other side of the driveway.

you up? you ever feel like when you

fall in love it’s just this feeling of

having known someone before,

but also of wanting to find out

how much time you can kill

counting the pockets and handles

you can make together with your

bodies? there’s the age-old that goes

love is forgetting about death but

when I’m with you I also

forget about the internet.

you up? how do you arrange your

apps, by the way? what’s your

favorite shade of blue? sometimes

when men talk about themselves I

like to imagine I’m transcribing their

monologues in my head and I like

to picture how many page breaks

I have to make. I file them into a mental

folder called brief interviews with hideous

men. but with you I would take the things

you say and I would stick them inside a

leaf book. did I ever tell you about the time

a dude asked me to be his scribe for him?

you up? why are people who love

each other still sending each other

heart emojis when there’s the shooting

star emoji? the sunset on the horizon emoji?

I want to trace an excel sheet over your

body and share it with you on google

drive. I want to do with you what

night does to the smell of the

ground by morning.

RACHELLE TOARMINO

#rachelle toarmino #poem #poetry #you up?

[deadpool15]

Girl please

I'm walking around trying to gather all my shit. I can't ever find shit in this bitch. "Baby, if you can't come that absolutely fine. I just thought since you were in Korea, well, you know.." I turn around and stare at the phone. "Kirsten Dogen, you sit there and pass off a fake ass undertone with me again, and you are not getting those snacks you like when I pull up. Don't throw shade at me, young lady." I hear a bunch of laughs coming from the phone which I can't really identify, I guess those are the other girls she is doing the photoshoot with. Serves her right. I don't take the back talk. "Baby, really legal government names, that's how we gonna play it." She says with a pout on that God forsaken beautiful fucking face. But I realize to back down. "And did, what's your point."

"Also, your fav boots are in our closet, in my side, sweetie," When I heard those words, I turned around, and I almost got whiplash. "Why would MY boots be on your side, huh?" She stares at me sheepishly before trying to make it seem like someone is calling her, and quickly saying she had to go. I sit there in disbelief, "I know she did not just hang up on me. And proceeded to not answer my question at that. Girl literally just cut me off like I wasn't talking." After a while of absolute bullshit I finally decided to finish getting ready. It was pretty hot in Korea, so I went for some shorts and a crop. With my favorite boots, of course. I then decided to call up Yeonjun. Me and that man had been friends ever since his family decided to randomly pull up to California for a couple of years. I showed him around, and his mom used to joke about us being together. Then he came back to Korea and our parents thought it would be a good idea to send each other letters.

Our friendship has lasted for what felt like a lifetime, and I love that dude. Through Kirsten couldn't stand him. I felt like she had just never taken the time to give him a chance. Sure, Yeonjun was flirty sometimes, but that's just him as a person, and he knew when to back off. I would never hurt my wife, and sometimes, I felt like she didn't trust me. I mean, Yeonjun was literally my right hand at our wedding. Out there standing next to me prepared me for my life, cheering the loudest when we officially got married. It even got to the point where she shit talked him once and got angry at me. Like true enough, I love my wife, and I love my bestie, so I wanted them to get along. Hopefully, today works out. I had been signed to Hybe labels as an official choreographer, mainly working with newjeans because those are my girls, but I had worked with other groups as well. The public was quite familiar with me and our friendship, so it was never any dating rumors. Sure, people wanted us together, but that's their issue. I'm happily married.

Yeonjun had pulled up in his van. Opened the door before I hit him in the head. "Why are you always so aggressive all the time? There was literally no need for that hit, Cece." I just push him in the van before grabbing his face. Every time I go to America, I leave for a while. I had to take some other jobs that were literally amazing. Though when I come back, I always make it a habit of checking Yeonjun. Companies are known to starve their idols with fucked up so called diets and I refused to allow it to happen to my bestie. I mean, I almost beat a staff ass for suggesting my litter hyein needed to lose a couple of pounds. "You look good, just doing my family checks." He smiled at me, "I'm glad you care about my health so much, sis." We sat there in the car just catching up on all the shig we have missed in life. Before I told him we would be going to see Kirsten, he just smiled and said, "That's cool." Weridly enough he never had a issue with her, and never tried to say anything back when she insulted him stating she is your wife and you my little sister, I understand why she is jealous but I wouldn't disrespect you other half. My brother is just too amazing. Sometimes, I feel like he read that shit from a magazine.

We pulled up the building, seeing workers running around and losing their minds, trying to make sure everything was perfect. As I walked inside, I heard a scream typical, it what I get for being koreas number it boy with me. Yeonjun just smiles and embraces all the attention. He has also been a suckered for the spotlight. While he is doing that, I tell him I'll go in the back to find Kirsten. I walk away, thankfully, running into Funky Y and greeting her, of course. She is all smiles and asking me all these questions before I cut the conversation short and ask about Kristen. "She is in the back with makeup." I nod and thank her before making my way back there. Seeing her getting all dolled up dripped down in Calvin Klein for the shoot, "Well, look at you." Hearing my voice, she immediately turns around before jumping up to hug me. "Omg, you're finally here. I thought you were made at me about the boot thing. I just wore them at the beginning of the show, to like reveal us. So it technically wasn't that long." I brush her hair out of her face, taking a goof look at her. "I don't care that you wore them, I care that you hung up on me while we were still talking. Don't think I forgot about that. And there shall be punishments in order, baby." I smirk once I see her scared face before kissing her head, trying not to mess up her makeup.

"Guys, it took me forever to find you. It's like a lot of rooms in here. Hi, Kirsten. You look great. What's the shoot for?" Yeonjun asks while running in her out of breath, I turn and laugh at him before turning back to her and see her face. "It's Calvin Klein, pretty obvious to anyone with a brain." She states with a look of pure annoyance while staring at him. Then whispered in my ear why you had to bring him. I grip her arm as a warning, while yeonjun asks us if we want anything to drink, I tell him I'll have an apple juice before Kirsten says nothing from you. "OK, fucking stop it. I try my very best not to take sides because I care about both of you and want you to equally get along. But this shit ends now," I see her face try to turn into a pout before I squeeze her side, letting her know I'm not dealing with the fake shit. "No more animosity or any of that shit, got it." They both look at each other before Yeonjun randomly hugs us both. "I don't have a problem with you, Kirsten. If anything, I'm glad that my litter sister was able to find you, though I'm sorry for whatever I did to make you feel angry. I look over to her, stating it's her turn, and she sighs, "You didn't really do anything, it's just you two are so close, and I know you don't like her like that. But I told myself that if I hated you, it would be easier. Which is a really hard thing to do since you are so happy and bright. I was insecure, and I took it out of you, but then I realized you two are just like siblings, and I felt stupid and thought it was all in my head."

Yeonjun hugs us closer before saying he will give us a minute while patting Kirsten on the back. "Baby, your thoughts are never stupid, and if you feel so strongly, you come and talk to me. We are a team, and till death, do us part remember." She smiles while hugging me tighter and kissing all over my face. "It's ok, I'll try my best to make it up, Yeonjun, for all the shit I put him through. I know he is a nice guy." I just rock her from side to side while listening. "That's amazing, baby, and don't think I forgot about your punishment from earlier. You are in for it when we get home, baby." I tell her while gripping her ass.

Request by @kirsmyonlyone

#street woman fighter 2 #swf2 #street woman fighter x reader #Kristen Dogen #kristen dogen x reader

[h-harleybaby]

I would like to request a Elf King!Kyle x Human!Princess!Reader. Reader is Cartman's sister and forbids Kyle from liking her.

Thank you <33

Those are super cute Tbh

I have so many Elf King Kyle x human princess reader requests I decided I’d do one post about it

It’s probably gonna take me a sec to write it but I will gladly <333

Elf King Kyle x Human Princess Reader

• When Elf King Kyle saw you, mans was HEAD OVER HEELS, it was love at first sight and he doesn’t even really believe in that

• When you guys first met on business for a peace treaty between the elves and the humans y'all ended up getting distracted and becoming friends

• He really tried being intimidated but it didn't work at all considering his face was a shade of red and he was sweating the whole time. I mean you were in a similar state so it wasn't as bad for Kyle as it probably would've been

• After a while of talking he found out that honestly, you were only on Cartmans side because he was your brother. And even you had to admit, the man was an annoying shit that sometimes you couldn't deal with

• Y'all ended up bonding over your similar feelings towards your brother

• Ofc your meeting ended up being cut short when your brother kept sending messenger after messenger to come get you because he was bored of waiting for you

• When you got back and he heard from his messengers you best believe he started gagging and said that he'd handle the affairs with the elf kingdom now. He can't have his sister having a crush on Kyle!! That's soooooo gross

• He definitely told Kyle that he's forbidden to see the human princess (you) and that it's not allowed for anyone to have crushes on you because he has the stick of truth and its super weird for him. Why it's weird for him specifically no one will ever know

• Obviously that didn't stop Kyle, why would he listen to him?? It's Cartman after all

• This started secret meetings between you guys, it honestly wasn't that hard to sneak out considering your brother snores like a fucking leaf blower

• The elves caught wind of this because duh, it's their kingdom they should know what's happening in it

• So one night before you left the elf kingdom after one of you and Kyle's secret meetings, some elves kidnapped you

• They didn't hurt you in any way it was almost kinda funny because of how bad of a job they did. They tried blindfolding you... but used really really thin fabric you could see out of

• Anyways, for the most part they just questioned you a lot. They kept asking if you had a crush on the king and in general, were shipping you guys

• To be honest, the elves loved you and just wanted a chance to talk to you. At some point they untied you and took off the blindfold so you guys just had a normal conversation

• They really wanted to get to know the girl that their king was so smitten with, that he would talk about her any and EVERY chance he got

• Cartman was definitely pissed when you got home, how he knew you were gone was beyond you. He kept grumbling about how you "smelled of stupid elves" which was really weird

• Yeah no, turns out he just got one of the humans to spy on you and tell him what they saw. Gee, thanks man :rolling eyes:

• Anyways, the secret meetings continued because who the hell was gonna stop you? Definitely not your brother, and y'alls mom thought it was cute so she wasn't gonna try either

• Soon enough, the meetings started turning into unspoken dates before you guys eventually made it official

• Both of you were so obvious it was almost stupid how neither of y'all realized until your individual knights told you

• Stan is definitely Kyle's wing man, no doubt

• Butters and Kenny are probably yours, which is utter chaos but that's for another time

• Honestly, your brother wasn't happy about this but the elves would totally beat his ass for you so he wasn't gonna say anything about it for once

• Kyle (not so) jokingly calls you his elf queen and it's super sweet

My lil Cartman shimeji was staring at me as I wrote this, he's so dang cute <3333

anyways ignore spelling mistakes, shhhh they are not thereeee

#h harleybaby needs help #harley’s anons <33 #south park x reader #south park x reader headcanons #south park x y/n #kyle broflovski x y/n #kyle x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #elf king kyle broflovski x reader #stick of truth x reader #harley’s requests!

[meowgazing]

sooooooo I finally made a wallet for myself based on this super helpful tutorial (her channel has taught me a lot and her voice is so soothing!), just changed the flower into pikachu (incase no one recognized what the hell is that) cause mind you I'm a pika enthusiast

anyway, I think it's not 100% perfect, like the zipper part was so uneven (?) maybe because I pulled too hard, and stupid me got wrong side of the fabric (that's why it turned out 2 different shades) but I kinda like it that way, adding some forest vibe and looking FUN (hopefully)

the card part is not as smooth as I would like it to be either and I'm too tired to fix it, AND THE BINDING omg hand binding curved corner is so fucking hard I need to practice more

wrapped buttons are my shit so here I made my own version

I suppose most of troubles I got when quilting came from myself not learning things in any specific order, as I was always simply diving headfirst into whatever I felt like sewing at the time then picking up certain techniques and freestyling if I made silly mistakes.

I was doing it even before I began to take up quilting seriously (about a year ago), possibly because I was born to a professional tailor. I had grown up watching my mom sew and had intuitively picked up some basic hand sewing. That helps me a lot when I'm watching thousands of tutorials on youtube, like sometimes I immediately get what they're doing without having to look too hard into explanations, so I can just fast forward to parts I'm not familiar with. Even so, there is a lot to learn and, more importantly, unlearn. I'm still making silly mistakes, but I'm having lot of FUN.

Doing all this also makes me realize what an ARTIST my mom is and how I have taken her talent for granted my whole life.

#diy projects #crafts #craftblr #handcrafted #hand sewing #quilting #embroidery #fabric crafts

[lively-potter]

— trials of athena ; one

— genre ; enemies to lovers, kinda slow burn, friends to lovers

— warnings ; a hella lot of cursing, some typos ( of course 🙄😬 ), mature themes, smut, athena doesn’t like feelings, fluff, smut, angst, some violence, a teeny bit of blood and gore, JK’s a dick fr

— intro, teaser

— find me on Wattpad ; LivelyPotter

— 2024 © LivelyPotter

— word count ; 2.2k

— taglist ; @ahgasegotarmy116 @jk97bam

— chapter one ; THE FUCKENING

♡

MAY 21st, 2023 EIGHT AM

Today is going to be shit – or at least I came to that conclusion once I realized my day was suspiciously going a little too well.

For one, my family's all happy that we finally have a new neighbor (Mom's cooking up a feast already), my dad Sean finally got a day off (for the first time in what feels like forever), and my other dad Owen finally agreed to allow me to stay at the house on my own (For god's sake, I was nineteen years old and perfectly capable of taking care of myself).

I was confident I wouldn't burn the house down...well as long as I didn't step a toe inside the kitchen.

I inherited my father's gifts, you could say.

I cringed, thinking of the last incident when Mom allowed Dad and I inside the kitchen, unsupervised.

By that time, the entire fire department knew us by name.

Plus, it was Monday (of all days) and you know that saying, 'Happy Monday – let the fuckening commence'.

So yeah, my hopes were now low, and my guard was up.

"Mom," I snickered, "I may act as like I know everything, but I really don't."

My mom, Sang rolled her eyes – an amused grin on her lips as she placed the final touches on her big ass welcome basket. My dad Sean grinned brightly and pressed a kiss to her cheek once he sauntered inside the kitchen.

"Mornin' smartass." Dad lit up the spacious kitchen with his laughter when I swatted his hand out of my hair, that happened to be the exact same shade and texture as his. As in I got his unruly, nappy curls. I gingerly touched my hair, praying he didn't mess it up.

I loathed frizzy hair.

Dad chuckled lowly and pressed a kiss to the top of my curls, "Where's the others?" he asked Mom, pulling out a chair and taking a seat beside me. Mom ran a hand over her chameleon-colored hair and smiled.

"They all left an hour ago to run errands before the trip."

I was left in my own world as Mom and Dad discussed their trip with the others. They were leaving for a couple months to travel around Europe, while also doing a couple of missions for the academy. I, on the other hand, would finally know what it's like to be on my own. Not completely, of course (Gran and Gramps lived across the street), but close enough to where I would have to be independent for a while.

My ears perked up when I heard Mom ask Dad about the new neighbor.

"There's not much to know about him, really." Dad said around a mouthful of his pancakes. My face scrunched in disgust as a piece flew out of his mouth.

"Manners, dude." I put in, laughing. Dad rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at me.

Mom sighed at our banter and shook her head, "What is there to know about him?"

I loved my mom dearly, but she sure was nosey sometimes.

Dad shrugged, "The Johnsons down the street say he's not really approachable, but Liddy Johnson—"

"Linda's daughter?" Mom asked, receiving a nod.

"The very same – well Linda and Joe said Liddy's absolutely infatuated by the man, says this JK dude is the 'hottest man' she's ever seen." He snickered, "The girl has been walking up and down the street hoping to bump into him again."

Huh, that explains why I've been seeing that girl outside so much today.

Mom's eyebrow rose, "Well," she hummed, standing to her feet and smoothing the wrinkles out of her shirt, "Athena?" she said suddenly, a little too sweetly.

I drew back slightly, "...yeah?" I asked suspiciously, eyeing her distrustfully.

What does she have planned this time?

Mom looked like the picture of innocence as she took the basket into arms and set it down in front of me. "I'm entrusting you to take this to our new neighbor."

Uh, what?

"Huh?" I asked dumbly, index finger pointed towards my body.

Mom and Dad traded amused glances, "Yes, you." Mom said decisively. My eyebrows shot up, near my hairline (yes, that's how far they shot up).

"Why me?" I asked, "I don't like new people." And not to mention, I usually make a fool of myself in front of strangers without meaning to.

Mom rolled her eyes, "You have to go out and make friends somehow, Athena...And maybe even a boyfriend. Liddy says he's cute." She wiggled her brows suggestively. My face dropped, along with my shoulders.

"Liddy Johnson thinks any male that makes direct eye contact with her is cute." I spoke. Dad's hand shot up to his mouth to hide his snicker.

"I'm sure that's not true," Mom huffed, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Wanna bet?" I raised a brow, Mom matched my expression and nodded.

"Fine; you remember Jake Roberts?" Mom grimaced instantly, thinking of Greg's (one of her old schoolmates) son. "Well, then I won't have to explain the whole story...but I will say this..." I sighed, "His face gives me nightmares to this day." I cringed, thinking of him hitting on me at one of Lindy's parties back in high school.

"Fine," She sighed, "you have a point. But still, give it a chance. You'll never know if you don't do it. Please?" she said, cradling my face in her hands.

My resolve slowly crumbled, "Fine," I sighed with a small pout, "but I announce that my hopes are low." I mumbled jumping to my feet.

I was nervous – one: is that I was a born introvert and two: what is he was actually attractive? I always and I mean always make a fool of myself in front of cute guys.

One of the reasons why I've never had a boyfriend...or a first kiss.

I'm pathetic, I know. No need to rub it in.

I looked down at my simple oversized black shirt and shorts and shrugged. It looked good enough. Mom handed me my white nike air forces and urged me to put them on.

I sighed and pushed my hair back and tied on my shoes.

"If this goes horribly wrong – I'm blaming both of you."

My words caused them to laugh.

Mom put the basket in my hands and smoothed my curls away from my face.

"You will be fine, Athena. I doubt it will go wrong. Now be nice and smile brightly, okay?"

"Okay." I slumped my shoulders and dragged my feet towards the door, feeling my heartbeat quicken. "If I'm not back in five minutes, call the po-po." I called once I opened the door.

The last thing I heard was their loud, cackling laughter before the door shut.

I took in a trembling breath, "You got this, Athena. Don't be a pussy." I mumbled to myself, carefully taking the steps one by one. I looked at the house next door and swallowed hard.

The new neighbor's house was actually a really nice one, and huge. With a huge wrap around porch, three bay windows side by side on the second floor, and a ginormous pool in the backyard that's hidden away from sight.

If you're wondering how I know about the pool, it's simple.

Last summer, I was bored and snuck over and climbed over the tall ass wooden fence with my best friend Sawyer Weiland. It was in the middle of the night, so...we were lucky as heck not to have had triggered the alarms.

That was the first and the last time I ever had enough nerve to do that. Sawyer called me a pussy, but at least I wasn't a dumb fuck in jail.

In no time, I was standing at the neighbor's front door, biting down on my lip. Before I could convince myself to leave, my finger pressed the doorbell. Once the sound rung out, loud barking sounded out from on the other side.

Ah shit.

That didn't sound like a nice dog.

You know, for some reason I never believed my dad when he told me you can tell the difference between the temperament of the dog by the bark (sometimes), but now if I survived leaving this place, I'd apologize to Kota.

I swallowed harshly, pushing back the urge to flee.

"Bam! Shush!" A melodic male voice said on the other side of the door, calming the beast down. My ears perked up at the deep, soothing sound of this stranger's voice.

I wasn't prepared for what I was about to see. I came face to face with the most gorgeous torso covered in tattoos and – holy crackers are those abs? In real life?

Sweet daughter of Zeus!

My eyes slowly trailed off his tattooed covered chest, up his muscular neck – which to no one's surprised, was tattooed, past his perfect sharp jawline, adorable lips – I noted that his bottom lip was plumper than his top and had two silver hoops pierced through it, from his adorable nose, and finally to his dark doe eyes...which were currently dark and glaring right into my very soul.

Holy smokes.

For once in her fuckin' life, Liddy Johnson wasn't overreacting. At all.

This man was the most gorgeous thing I'd ever seen in my life.

He couldn't be real.

No freaking joke.

I couldn't even lie about it.

I flushed bright red, and flushed more because I knew I was blushing.

(I was a sight to see, when I blushed, anyone from ten feet away could see. I never failed to turn cherry red).

"Um, h-hi." I spluttered, backing away slightly as he glared harder.

This gorgeous being, that I didn't even believe could have come from earth didn't look happy. He just looked downright pissed.

I shrunk back meekly.

Athena Green meek? I'd never been classified as meek a day in my life, but a glare from this man had me losing any ounce of courage and confidence I had in myself.

He was more terrifying than Owen Blackbourne, and that was saying something.

"I-I'm Athena G-Green." I swallowed, "I, uh, I live next door and my mom asked me to d-drop this off to y-you. T-to, uh, welcome you to Sunny V-vale C-court."

I decided the moment I entered my house; I'd beat the fuck out of my face. Why, just why did I have to act like a fool, and mention my mom? Gods, I was so lame.

During my stuttering, the man sighed heavily, looking annoyed and leaned against his doorframe, peering at his nail beds as he waited for me to finish.

"You done?" he asked boredly, in his musical voice.

I flushed heavily and nodded quickly. I had never been so embarrassed in my life.

My hands trembled as I thrust the basket in my arms and waited for him to take it, a sweet wavering smile on my lips.

He raised a dark brow, pursing his lips and stepped away from the door looking hotter than the sun and crossed his arms across his bare torso. He towered over my short stature and bore his glaring eyes into mine.

"Thanks for stopping by." He smiled sarcastically and then shut the door in my face.

My jaw dropped at his audacity.

This motherfuck— I stopped myself mid-thought once a hiss left my lips.

Calm, Athena. Be calm.

I gained control of my emotions and clenched my teeth – seeing Liddy Johnson watching me with a sad smile, as if she understood what I was going through, as if it happened it her, which it probably did.

Anger rose within my chest until the point where I was shaking. I dropped the basket on his welcome mat (internally hoping there was something glass or some legos in the basket so he would step on it barefoot) and stalked away from his door.

"That rude, disrespectful piece of dung." I huffed, hands clenched tightly as I neared my house, bypassing Liddy.

I stormed inside my house and slammed the door shut.

"Athena!" Mom rushed in with a large smile on her face – quickly followed by Dad. They both froze as they took in my twitching eye – a tic that I had ever since I could remember that happened every time I was angry. My red face was another piece of the puzzle.

"I'm taking it didn't go well?" she asked slowly, approaching me with caution.

"It didn't!" I howled loudly, "That piece of dung shut the door in my face when I offered him the basket. Stupid fuckin’ weenier.”

Mom reared back at my anger and tried to smother her smile as Dad openly laughed at my rage.

"Was he good looking, by any chance?" Dad called after me as I stomped up the stairs.

"His ugly personality ruins his face and his body that looks like it was created by the gods!" I seethed, eyes twitching as they laughed once more.

"So...he is?" Mom asked hopefully. Infinity times yes.

I stared at her and shook my head.

"He looks like a dickwad." I retorted dryly.

I knew it was too good to be true; the fuckening had commenced. 

author’s note ; ✨

I love Athena and her personality so much, lmfaoo. This is the start of a “crazy fuckin’ ride”, as Athena would say. Buckle up and delve into Athena’s story!

If you want to be apart of the taglist, just lemme know! Thanks so much for reading!

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[likedovesinthewindd]

a Sunny day

steve harrington x mom!reader (part 2)

summary: steve meets a little girl while working.

warnings: mentions of scars, nightmares, migraines, addiction to pain medication (but no one is), reader has financial issues. reader is a single mom. If i missed anything pls let me know.

wc: ±2590

a/n: I love steve sm omgg so here you go! requests open:)

For as long as Steve could remember, Saturdays were always the busiest days at Family Video. These last few months had been different.

Steve didn't like working on Saturdays, in all honesty, he didn't like working there at all, but since the "earthquake" had destroyed half of Hawkins and left a big chuck of it's population homeless or jobless, he couldn't be picky about where he got his money from. It had been 2 years since everything with Vecna, and everyone had seemed to have moved on with their lives, as difficult as it may have been.

Steve sometimes felt as if he hadn't really moved on at all. The physical scars surrounding his abdomen and neck, as faded as they had become over time, were still a permanent reminder of what had happened in the Upside Down. He had nightmares, awful nightmares that often caused him to wake up several times a night, shivering and in a cold sweat.

The worst thing for him had to be the migraines that plagued him frequently. It was difficult to find a doctor willing to actually help him out; how could you possibly tell your GP that you might have suffered head trauma from being captured and tortured by Russian spies, or from being beat up more times than you could count.

They would always scratch it up to "stress" or "bad sleeping habits", subscribe him a shit ton of pain medication and send him on his way. He didn't really want all the meds, way too scared that he'd become dependent on them, but when the debilitating throbbing in his head would become too much, he'd have to take two or three pills just to be able to function properly for a few hours.

A loud thud on the counter broke him out of his daydream, where he had been absent-mindedly staring at the computer's keyboard. He looked up to find Robin staring at him from behind the giant box she had placed in front of him. "These need to go in the horror section," her gruff voice spoke.

"Can't you do it?" Steve asked, pretending to be busy checking late returns on the computer. "No," she snapped, shoving the box closer to him, "because last week I had to repack the entire left side of the store on my own because you were too busy sucking face with Paige," she said the name in a condescending tone, fluttering her eyelashes teasingly.

The mention of the girl's name caused Steve to cringe.

"What's with the face, I thought you said she seemed like a nice girl?" Robin asked, thinking back to how Steve had been practically gushing about his date for a whole week. "She was, until she opened her mouth," he said, rubbing at his temples. Flashbacks from the previous week's date with Paige seemingly worsening his headache.

To put it nicely, Paige was mean and extremely self centered. If her screaming at one of the waiters because they got her order wrong wasn't enough of a deal breaker, her only talking about herself the entire time certainly was. She didn't ask Steve anything about himself once, opting to rant about how her dad didn't give her enough money to buy the Gucci crossbody bag she wanted, or how the lady at the hairdresser had dared to dye her hair the wrong shade of warm blonde.

The cherry on top was at the end of the night, when Steve had complimented her and told her that she had looked beautiful. She had thanked him, and replied with,

"Well, you're no King Steve anymore, but you looked cute."

She gave him a small peck on the cheek afterwards, and walked off towards her house, over exaggerating the sway of her hips as she went. She turned around one last time, giving Steve a "Call me," in her most sultry voice, and shut the door behind her.

Steve had not called her back since.

"What a shame," Robin said feigning sympathy. "Nothing like some good old labor to distract you from your heartbreak, right?" she added slapping the side of the box. "A little sympathy wouldn't hurt, you know," he said begrudgingly taking the box and moving out from behind the counter. "Yeah, yeah, get to work dingus," she said taking his place and helping a customer who had approached the counter.

When Steve arrived in the horror aisle, he threw the box on the ground unceremoniously and began stacking the tapes alphabetically. By the time he got to Nightmare on Elm Street, he felt a small tug on his pants. Looking down, he found a little girl, probably no older than three, looking up and him with big doll-like eyes and unruly hair.

"Hi," she said softly. "Hello there," Steve said crouching down so that he was at eye level with her, "what are you looking for?" She moved closer until her nose was practically touching Steve's and whispered, "The Last Unicorn," before breaking into a fit of giggles. Steve couldn't help but smile along to the sound of her small voice, standing back to his full length. "I'm sure we have that," he said, "but where's your mom, hm? What's your name?"

Before she could answer, the bell at the door indicated that a new customer had entered the store. A young woman stood at the door, looking around frantically. "Sunny? Sunny are you in here?"

You searched through the various shelves, stopping at the horror aisle when you saw you daughter Sunny standing with one of the store employees. "There you are. You can't ever run away like that again," you said, relief washing over your features. "Sorry mommy," she spoke softly, raising her arms so that you could lift her up. "It's okay Sunshine," you said picking her up and resting her on your hip. You turned around to Steve, you was still standing in the aisle silently watching you and your daughter's interaction.

"Hi, I'm sorry, she usually doesn't run away like this but she was so exited when I said we could rent her favorite movie today. It's not on TV yet but she watched it at school once now it's all she talks about!" you gushed turning towards Sunny, who had her eyes fixed trained on the cover of a Creepshow VHS behind your head. You turned around, quickly covering Sunny's eyes with your unoccupied hand. "Oh no baby don't look at that, you'll get nightmares," you said looking away from the shelf with a big frown. It seemed like it scared you more than it did her.

"Do you have The Last Unicorn available here?" you asked turning back to Steve. "I think so, right this way," he said leading you towards the childrens area. From behind him he could hear Sunny's small voice whispering to you, "his hair is so big mommy!" followed by her giggles. "Not as big as yours, Sunshine," you said pushing the flyaways from her face, laughing at her offended gasp.

When he reached the shelf, he swiftly scanned through the titles until he found the desired tape. "Here you go, would you like to rent it?" he asked.

"Please," you said handing Sunny the tape and following him to the counter. He subtly gestured to Robin to move away so that he could take her place. She rolled her eyes before mouthing "you owe me" and reluctantly moving to the abandoned box of tapes. When Steve got behind the counter he got the chance to really look at the two of you.

Sunny was basically an exact copy of you. Same eyes, same nose and hair (although yours was styled a bit more neatly than hers). You even had the same bright smile.

The name Sunny fit her perfectly too; with her small yellow dress fit with puffed sleeves with little bears printed on the fabric and the sunflower shaped hairclips that tried (and failed) to keep the astray curls out of her face, finished off with a bright pink pair of jelly shoes and frilly socks. She seemed like a sweet kid.

"What's it like, with her?" The question had left his mouth before he had the chance to think about how insensitive or mean it could have sounded. He was getting ready to apologize profusely, but when he looked up from the computer he was met with your smiling face.

"Well, it's not easy. I mean, can you imagine being a single mother living alone when that earthquake hit town? I wasn't planning on ending up homeless with a one year old, but everything's been so much beter since than. Plus, I still have my Sunshine, she's the only family I've got," you said smiling to your daughter.

It was then that Steve had realized just how much the earthquake had really affected the town. Sure he saw first hand when he was volunteering at the temporary shelters and soup kitchens, but hearing your personal account of what had happened made him realize just how bad everything was.

"You alright?" you asked snapping him back to reality. "Yeah, sorry that's just- I'm sorry that happened to you," he said sincerely. You shrugged, looking at your wrist watch for the time. "I'm sorry, the computer's been jamming lately, might take a while to process all the information," he said sensing your slight impatience. "No problem," you said, putting Sunny back down on the ground, opting to hold her small hand. The amount of back pain that comes with having a child is insane.

An awkward silence filled the air between you two, before Steve decided to speak up again.

"You said that you were homeless because of the earthquake, where do you live now?" he asked warily, worried he might have actually crossed the line this time. You looked hesitant before you answered. "At the Motel right outside of town. It doesn't sound very luxurious but it's nice," you replied.

Steve thought about his house, his parents' house technically, but they were never really around. He thought about the big, barely decorated bedrooms and the living area that looked like it came straight out of a issue of Architectural Digest. He considered asking you to come and stay with him; maybe you'd be able to give the house a more lived-in energy, make him feel less lonely there.

That would be weird, Steve thought to himself. Imagine a guy you had just met asking you to move in him, definitely not your best flirting method.

Flirting? No, he'd just recovered from his last love escapade. He couldn't even consider flirting with you, even though you had the prettiest smile he'd ever seen or that you looked at him like he hung up the stars whenever he spoke or that you were so kind or-

The droning sound from the computer rang through the empty store loudly. After finishing everything up, Steve handed you the tape. "Thank you so much," you said handing the tape back to Sunny. "How do you say?" you asked her. "Thank you," she whispered looking up at Steve with big eyes. You picked her back up and as you were on your way out, Steve got a sinking feeling in his stomach. He didn't want you to go, he wanted to keep talking to you, get to know you better.

"Wait!" he shouted a bit too loud, causing both you and Robin to turn around towards him. "Can we talk real quick?" he said approaching you, where you stood frozen with your hand still on the door handle. You furrowed your brows, thinking about what he could possibly still want from you.

"Would you like to go get a coffee sometime, maybe?" Steve asked trying his best to seem cool, even though his heart was beating rapidly in his chest. Your frown deepened, making Steve want to sink into the surface of the Earth and dissappear forever.

"Listen uh-" "Steve," he finished for you. "Steve, you seem like a really great guy, truly, but I'm not looking for anything serious right now, I'm sorry." Before you could open the door, Steve pulled you back by your arm lightly causing you to huff in irritation. "Look Steve-"

"It doesn't have to be anything serious, I just- I wanna get to know you better, I really like you," he rambled out. You seemed conflicted. You really were; you didn't want to start messing around with anyone now. Sunny was at a very impressionable age, and you really didn't want her getting attached to anyone, just for them to leave.

"I don't know If I could find anyone to look after Sunny when-" "Bring her along then," he interrupted you for the hundredth time today, "we could go to the park, get ice cream or something."

"Ice-cream mommy!" Sunny piped in excitedly. It broke your heart to see her so happy about going out, you hadn't been able to get her a lot of nice stuff or spoil her due to financial issues, hence why she had been so excited when you told her she could rent one of her favorite movies for you two to watch together. You hadn't been able to spend a lot of quality time with her either, taking long shifts to be able to make some extra money.

You bit the inside of your cheeck, looking back at Steve, who had been patiently waiting for your answer. You realized just how pretty he really is; with his big brown eyes like a baby deer, that looked like they could stare into your soul, and the various small moles and beauty marks that were littered across his face and arms, or the umber colored hair that he had to frequently push out of his eyes.

"I promise, I don't plan on making this a once off thing, I really do like you," he said softly.

You barley knew this guy, and he was asking you and your daughter out on a date. The one part of your brain was screaming at you to say no, let him down gently and leave, but the other part was curious about him. Maybe one date couldn't hurt.

"Okay, fine, one date," you said, giving him the angry mom voice, the one you'd always use when trying to reprimand Sunny. His eyes lit up at your words, a huge smile stretching across his face. He had to stop himself from jumping up and down from giddiness.

"Okay, great uhm uh, do you have like a phone number I could call or something," he asked sprinting to the counter to retrieve a pen. "We don't have landlines in our rooms, and the phone booth outside the Motel is busted," you said before your face lit up, "But we do have one outside of where I work. You could give me your number then I'll call you."

"Okay cool that works," he said messily scribbling his number on a old sticky note. You grabbed the note from him, sticking it inside your bra. "Alright, I'll see you around Steve," you said walking back to the door. "Wait, you never told me your name?" Steve said. "I'll tell you my name if our date went well," you said smiling, before walking out the door, your daughter on your hip, who waved a small hand at Steve from behind her mom's head. Steve waved back, smiling wider than he had in a long time.

Maybe he did like working Saturdays after all.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfiction #likedovesinthewindd

[icycoldninja]

Can I request a cute Reader x MGR Raiden fic? I adore this man and I wanted to indulge on this shit please 🙏🥹🥹

Ooooh yes!!! Here you go and enjoy!

Pretty (MGR! Raiden X Reader)

"There we go," You chuckled, smoothing out the sheet mask over Raiden's face. "Absolutely beautiful." Raiden sighed, lifting the hand mirror you'd set on the table and glancing at his reflection.

"...Y/N," He began, staring at the ridiculous animal-themed face mask plastered to his skin. "What made you think this was a good fit for me?"

"Aw, come on!" You giggled, throwing your arms out. "It's cute!"

"Cute isn't me," Raiden grumbled, setting down the mirror and folding his metal arms. "Besides, what's even the purpose of this thing? I only have skin on half my face."

"It's cute," You repeated, picking up a hairbrush. "Now, sit still." Raiden responded with a loud groan, but made no attempts to move or stop you. After reaching the back of the chair, you began brushing out his shiny blonde hair, taking your time to detangle each silky lock. Once you were done, you gathered his hair up into two bunches and tied them up into pigtails.

"What are you doing?" Raiden growled, as you clipped little pink bows onto the elastic hair ties.

"Making you look even cuter," You responded, tugging on his pigtails to make sure they were secure. "Alright, time for the nails." Raiden let out another exasperated groan and shifted his position, crossing his legs and frowning, though the frown was only half visible thanks to his metal chin.

"Do ya really gotta do this?" Raiden grumbled, eyeing you with skepticism.

"Yes!" You replied, snatching his metal hands and laying them out on the table. "You have beautiful long nails--it'd be a crime to not paint them!"

"Fine," Raiden mumbled, rolling his visible eye. "Just get it over with--and no glitter."

"Argh, but glitter looks the best," You protested, unscrewing the cap of a nail polish bottle.

"Ok..." Raiden agreed, reluctantly. "Just not too much, alright?"

"Don't worry, I'll keep it...moderate." You assured him, taking the nail polish brush and delicately brushed the liquid onto his nails. You worked quickly but carefully, taking great care not to get any polish on the sides of his fingers. You also made sure to paint his nails in dark colors, since he preferred those over bright pastels--though you would have liked to see him sporting neon pink talons.

"We done yet?" Raiden asked, after about 20 minutes. By now you were indeed finished; Raiden's titanium claws were now several different shades of red and indigo, complete with streaks of glitter.

"All done," You nodded, tightening the top on the nail polish bottle and grinning. "Now we can take the mask off, too." Raiden huffed a relieved sigh and leaned over for you to peel the sheet mask off. Though he had very little skin left on his face, what was there was now glowing. "You look great!" You exclaimed, beaming. With an expression reminiscent of an exhausted single mom, Raiden wearily lifted the hand mirror again and studied himself. He looked at his radiant skin, pigtailed hair, and saw his glistening nails wrapped around the mirror's handle.

"I look...pretty." He muttered slowly, as if the words were some sort of ancient spell. "I look...very pretty."

"You do," You agreed, nodding proudly at your handiwork.

"Thanks," Raiden said, his voice very low. "This was...nice."

"Would you maybe like to do it again sometime next week?" You asked, hopefully. "We could make this a weekly thing--next time you could do my nails too."

"Sounds good," Raiden acceded, shrugging. "Next week's good." And with that, he put the mirror down, stood up, gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, and hurried off, most likely to go admire himself secretly in front of the bathroom mirror.

#Mgr #Metal gear #Metal gear rising #Mgr raiden #Metal gear raiden #Metal gear rising raiden #Raiden x reader #jack raiden x reader #metal gear raiden x reader #mgr raiden x reader #Metal gear rising raiden x reader #Fanfic #Fluff #Fluffy fanfic #Requested #thanks for requesting #icycoldninja writes #Metal gear fanfic #Mgr fanfic #Cute #he's so babygirl

[sweetandsavageautistic]

(CW: Cringe, puzzle pieces, Autism Moms, potential sensory eyesore, ableism possibly, like one sex joke)

Welcome back to me harshly criticizing graphic design choices that people make about autism where I find pictures of shirts and whatnot and I tear into them like a lion tearing into its prey. Let's get into it.

In the words of @rebmasel on TikTok: "Ka-chow."

First up the only appropriate way to do this review is in the style of Dr. Seuss.

I do not like the puzzle piece, for it disturbs my fucking peace.

The color purple is real nice, but the message here I would think twice.

No tacky colors, so that's good. I don't hate it, though I feel I should.

Final Score: 4 out of 10. I'd rather not see this again.

I know the first line's kinda cheating, but I couldn't really think of any other fitting rhyme.

Next up is this:

This is already miles better than most of what I've seen.

The colors aren't tacky, they're actually kinda nice.

You have two wolves inside of you, both of them are gay and autistic. /ref

Autism Acceptance, that's a win.

Infinity symbol instead of puzzle piece, fuck yes.

Only criticism is that it's kind of a cheesy message, but not the worst.

Final Score: 9.5 out of 10. I'd wear it.

And then the quality drops here.

Puzzle piece means you lost points.

"Autism Mom." You can say it's difficult to raise an autistic child, but you're not a goddamn superhero.

How dare you use Rosie the Riveter for this. The disrespect. /hj

The military font is tacky.

I don't like seeing blue associated with autism, but at least it's not an abominable shade of blue.

Final Score: 1 out of 10. Get it out of my sight.

Speaking of lions that I mentioned earlier:

I'm already liking the absence of puzzle pieces.

Autism Acceptance is a yes.

When a lioness has children, she stops making love to the lion. The lion gets jealous, sometimes so jealous he EATS the children. You'd think this would upset the lioness; far from it. They make love again like the children never existed. I find that idea terrifying. /q

Not a fan of the colors, they're too dark for my taste.

The message feels cheesy.

Final Score: 7.5 out of 10. I dunno if I'd wear it, but it's not the worst design I've seen. The effort and care are present.

This feels like a roller coaster because it went downhill again.

"Share your friends." As someone with PDA, to quote Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 3, Line 87; "No." /hj

Autism Awareness. Once again, I am very aware of my existence but sometimes I wish I wasn't; there are days where I'd like to be both perceived and NOT perceived.

The blue isn't tacky, thank God.

I hate the quote because it gives the message that autism is nothing but a burden.

Also there's a bit too much going on with it, all of the decals and shit.

I don't see any puzzle pieces, so thank God.

Final Score: 2 out of 10. I do not recommend.

This is a bit different.

There's just way too much going on in this. Absolute eyesore.

Return of the Tacky Elementary School Colors, except they dragged orange into it this time.

So many puzzle pieces.

Why is everyone trying to fight autism? It's just minding its business.

I'm pretty sure that that's going to be a signal to mean kids to bully your kid. Like, even if there's more understanding of autism, there are still asshole crotch goblins.

I haven't "done" autism, but I am curious as to whether or not autism is good in bed. /j

Final Score: 1 out of 10. No thanks, I'll pass.

Let's end part 2 on a high note.

Simple design, but colorful and pretty easy on the eyes.

And the colors aren't patronizing.

No puzzle pieces.

Acknowledgement of the intersectionality of autism and sexuality.

No cheesy message; just a funky design about autism and gayness. Not all autism shirts have to be serious or UwU or motivating, so it's always a nice change of pace.

Final Score: 11 out of 10. As an asexual biromantic autistic, I'd wear this.

#autism #autistic #actually autistic #actuallyautistic #sweet and savage autistic

[yellowheartz]

hold on babe i need to hyperfixate on kubosai headcannons before i do my homeworks and go to sleep

They love cooking for each other and often insist on making breakfast/lunch/dinner/etc.

They would have a whole section of their room of bookshelves with the books they like to read together.

They would doodle on eachother a lot when they're bored in class. (teachers would think its absolutely adorable but Kusuo thinks it's really hard to wash off since the ink gets on his gloves)

Aren has a whole sketchbook of his drawings but it consists mostly of Kusuo.

Kusuo likes to wear lavender colored clothes because it reminds him of his boyfriend.

Aren daydreams a lot about his pink-haired lover and said lover gets immediately flustered about the thoughts Aren has about him.

Kusuo goes to Arens house to sleep over a lot. He also goes there sometimes for no reason at all, but mostly when Kuniharu is whining at Kusuo.

Kusuo teaches Aren recipes for baking and they bake a lot.

Aren likes to take Kusuo on motorcycle rides and Kusuo enjoys going on them.

Their snarky attitudes to one another causes people to think they're fighting but that's just them being funny and silly with each other.

Kusuo likes to spoil Aren rotten. Aren does too. It's just a whole fiasco of them spoiling each other.

They would always sit beside each other at lunch in school. Sometimes, when they're done eating, they cuddle a lot or they're just mooning over the other. People get very jealous of their relationship.

Kaido daydreams about a whole wedding going on between his right and left hand.

Nendo thinks its funny to pick Kusuo up like a sack of potatoes and speed to who knows where while Aren runs after them around the whole place.

One time, some people were gossiping about Aren and saying shit spreading rumors about him and Kusuo made sure no one ever saw that group of people ever again. People said they transferred schools. (Yea they probably didn't)

Takahashi and his gang were doing shit to Kusuo at gym so Aren beat 'em up after school and they never did anything to him again.

Kusuo has a habit of fixing Arens wrinkled clothes, mostly his collar.

"What the hell do you mean I can't say 'fuck you' to my boyfriend and make out with him afterwards?"

Kusuo is already embarrassed about the way he and Aren are affectionate in public but he just can't help himself either.

Kusuo loves caressing Arens hair, he brushes his fingers through it regularly. Aren loves the free massages he gets from it.

Aren has a tendency to nuzzle Kusuos neck, he bites it frequently too. Kusuo gets annoyed. Aren also gets annoyed cus he can't understand why he's able to bite an all-powerful psychic but can't leave any damn hickeys.

They both just LOVE physical affection. They enjoy hugging, body on body, just even holding hands makes them feel happy, CUDDLES.

"Please, PLEASE, let me kill your dad." both of them say.

They hate each others dads but they talk and keep it to themselves cus respect.

Whereas, they love each others moms, the dads are just complete assholes so.

They tend to have a make out session after having a bad fight. Or any fight at all.

Aren associates Kusuo with strawberries.

Anytime they see a color of purple or pink, they think of each other. Kusuo ignores the Toritsuka purple and always tries to find Arens shade.

Kusuo loves Aren.

Aren loves Kusuo.

They love eachother very much.

Kusuo hates Arens nicknames for him, he gets really fussy about it, Aren thinks it's cute and continues to tease him with various other nicknames.

Kusuo calls Aren handsome a lot. Even more in private.

Their way of saying sorry to each other is touch. They cuddle a lot, kiss a lot, and beat some assholes out of the way.

POWER COUPLE POWER COUPLE POWER COUPLE BRRRTTTT SHWOOOM ZWEEEE

Aren not only associates Kusuo with fruits, he also think of Kusuo as a really cute bunny. Make him mad and that bunny turns into a hawk who'll pick you up from the ground as a worm and eat you up. Omnomnom bitch.

Kusuo pampers Aren a lot, Aren just accepts it but he pampers him back too. Back massages do a lot of good when he uses his strength on his boyfriends back.

Aren holds Kusuos face cus its really soft and plushy. One time he does the "cus you're my whole word" pick up line and Kusuo cringes, laughs, and gets really embarrassed about it. Aren thinks it is the most adorable thing ever.

They love making each other smile.

Kusuo sometimes suffocate when Aren hugs him with his face in Arens chest while they sleep. It's okay tho, cus.. like... this mans tits are huge... and he's a psychic.. yea definitely not because of his tits...

Aren loves back hugs and having Kusuo sit on his lap.

Aren carries Kusuo bridal style.

Hand holding. Hand holding. Hand holding. Hand holding. Hand holding. Hand holding. <- Kaido in his fantasies.

Kusuo thinks Aren is the most handsome man he's ever met in his life.

Ace power couple‼️‼️‼️

Badass lil ga- I mean guys.

Kusuo loves sweet food. Aren loves spicy food. Opposites attract!

They listen to music and would always jam together while driving.

Catboy Dogboy dynamics.

Sun and Moon dynamics too but they're both sun and moons.

Aren thinks his best accomplishment is making Kusuo smile, getting to date Kusuo, going on the straight and narrow. Cus if he didn't then he wouldn't have met this super mega cutie psychic that's hiding in PK.

They're committed to each other and would rather eat the most spiciest food in the world and die than breaking up.

They rarely say 'I love you' to each other and say 'I hate you' more but we both know it's the mofo-ing opposite.

They kiss each others cheeks regularly.

"Homie" Aren calls Kusuo that a lot. As @oatmealcrisp-freak has said, that's his HOOOOOMMEEEE.

Kusuo always gets so many butterflies in his stomach whenever he's with Aren or thinks about him. Which is, all the time.

Beauty and the Beast but they're both Beauty AND Beast.

I love them very much as you can see.

Anger issues but make it angsty AND sexy.

(Them them them them kubosai kubosai kubosai kubosai, omg kubosai, omg purple and pink, omg the word delinquent and psychic, omg them)

*slaps car that is kubosai* This bad boy can fit so much repressed trauma, angst, and bad bitch shit.

Mess with the other and they might just commit accidental homicide without accidental in it.

Kusuos whole being vibrates when they hug laying down. Aren thinks he's purring like a cat.

Kusuo kisses Arens cheek many many times when he's extra extra happy.

They love to boast about each other. Kusuo always finds a way to pitch Arens name in the conversation and Aren happily mentions Kusuo anytime.

(I accidentally clicked the poll button so deal with this poll for a bit)

Kusuo thinks about Aren when he eats coffee jelly. They both make him happy and instantly makes him relax and feel like he's on cloud nine.

Aren instantly smiles when he thinks about Kusuo or sees him or even when someone talks about him. (Except when they be talkin' shit about him. Oh you done fucked up bro)

The gang always notices the way they both light up when it's about the other.

Kubosai.

#saiki k #the disastrous life of saiki k. #saiki no psi nan #the disaster of psi kusuo saiki #tdlosk #kuboyasu aren #saiki kusuo #kusuo saiki #aren kuboyasu #kaido shun #nendo riki #toritsuka reita #i been writing this since morning #i love em so much its not even funny anymore #theyre just some lil guys oh wait they kinda fucked up but its ok they love each other #kubosai #saiyasu #kuboyasu aren x saiki kusuo #saiki kusuo x kuboyasu aren

[concreteburialplot]

Intertwined // 02

02 - No Judging*

pairing; noah sebastian x nicholas ruffilo

warnings; cigs, college? lol, fratboy folio, short time skips, one bed? technically?, mutual masturbation, panic attacks, 18+ MDNI

masterlist: here | crossposted: ao3

word count: 3.5k

a/n: don't like it don't read it. don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)

future chapters w smut will have a * by the title

NICHOLAS

It’s the morning after Noah’s night terror and we’re scrambling to get to our first day on time. I swing through the kitchen grabbing a banana for breakfast. Noah digs through the pantry and eventually stumbles across a granola bar that I’m not quite sure is still good.

“Hurry, we can’t be late for orientation.” I warn while snatching my car keys from the counter.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Noah calls, this time from deep inside the freezer trying to find another snack. He jogs back with two uncrustables, one for him and one for me. Grape for him, strawberry for me.

We hurriedly pile into my beat-up Corolla and hit the road towards our college campus. Thankfully we live close enough to campus that we don’t have to pay for dorms.

Silence fills the car, it’s the first time during this hectic morning that we’ve been able to talk.

Noah pulls a box of Newport Menthols, flipping the top open and sliding a cigarette out of the box. He keeps the smoke steady between pursed lips while he lights the end, it sizzles a cherry red, followed by thick smoke immediately filling my car.

“Hey! What did I tell you about smoking in my car.” I grumble leaning across his lap to swivel the window by the crank handle while keeping a hand on the wheel.

“Gosh Nick, if you wanted to get in my pants so bad you could’ve just asked.” He jokes with a goofy smirk.

I roll my eyes. It’s far too early for nonsense. “Shut up.”

He grows quiet and take a long drag of the cigarette and blows smoke out the window opening. “Sorry. I know I kept you up.” He says quietly and plays with his seatbelt, keeping his eyes low.

I tug at my lip pondering what exactly I should respond with. Anxiously I tap my fingers along the steering wheel. “Was that the first time that’s happened?” I ask, glancing over at him.

He exhales out the opening again and taps the cigarette on the window to knock off the ash. “No.” he says meekly after a bit of silence. In his lap, he’s picking at his cuticles and intently watches the assault on his hangnails. “Sometimes they’re worse.”

“Worse?” I raise a brow over at him, “How could they possibly be worse?”

He sighs. “I don’t know. Sometimes I sleepwalk during the terrors, sometimes I don’t.”

“You’ve slept over my house like a million times and that’s never happened before?”

“I mean I can’t control it. It just happens.” He shrugs and takes one last puff before disposing the cig then rolling up the window.  “They happen a lot when I’m stressed.” His fingers return to their plight on his cuticles. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? For what? You don’t have to be sorry.”

“I know but… I should’ve told you before you let me move in.” He sighs deeply and slumps in his seat. “I’m sure you – or your family – don’t want me just screaming in the middle of the night.”

I turn on the street of our campus. “Noah, I don’t know why you think our love is conditional.” Though I do know why he thinks that. “My mom loves you, you know that.” I pull into the first parking spot I see, under a large tree for the shade. “Plus, you know she’s been trying to get you to move in with us since forever.”

A tiny tight-lipped smile forms on his lips. “Yeah, I know.”

I glance at the clock and a jolt of panic shoots through me, “Shit, we’re gonna be late.”  

“Ah finally!” Nick exclaims once we make it into the hall that orientation is being held in. The instructional flyer folded in his hand is soon smacked against Noah’s head. “What took you guys so long?”

“Doesn’t matter, we’re here now and nothing is even happening yet.” I snap, stealing the flyer and smacking him back in the same way.

“Jeez okay.” He dramatically rubs his forehead over his backwards hat.

“Shouldn’t you be with your ‘frat bros’ over there Folio?” Noah asks, pointing to the large group of boys in polo shirts and baseball caps behind him.

Nick rolls his eyes, “Can you leave me alone?”

“What’s your name again? Kappa Apple Pie?” Noah teases with a chuckle.

“Oh my god shut up. No, it’s not that.” He says defensively.

“You don’t remember what it is do you?” I smack his shoulder laughing.

“…Listen, I’m NEW.” A slight red tint coats his cheeks from embarrassment.

I lean on Noah’s shoulder and we’re both nearly in tears from how hard we’re laughing.

He crosses his arms and turns away from us, “You guys are so annoying.”

“I can’t believe we had to sit through that bullshit for a whole hour at 7 am.” Noah kicks the dirt in front of him as we walk to our first class, English.

“Yeah, it was lame.” I say mindlessly, playing with the strap on my backpack.

Noah looks over at me concerned, “You okay?”

“Huh?” I snap out of my daze and shake my head. “Yeah, yeah. Just tired.”

Truth was, I couldn’t stop thinking about last night. There was a tiny guilty part of me that almost wanted for it to happen again. Why would I want my friend to have a horrible dream like that again?

Maybe I just liked the extra warmth he brought to my usually cold and empty bed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back on the floor tonight and you won’t have to worry about my tossing and turning.”

“Oh no, no.” I’m quick to respond, “No, it’s okay. I think it would be better for you to just sleep in my bed. Ya know, in case it happens again?”

He furrows his brows at me and for a moment I get an odd pit in my stomach that feels like I’ve been caught in a lie. “Are you sure? Because you’ve never been a fan of sharing beds before?” He seems to remember something causing him to bust out laughing. “Remember that time I kicked you out of your bed in my sleep when we were like in 6th grade?” He nudges my shoulder, still laughing hard enough to shake his entire body. “You’ve made me sleep on the cold, hard floor ever since then.” He said with a playful pout.

“I didn’t ‘make you sleep on the floor’,” I roll my eyes. “You broke every single blow-up bed we got you.”

He giggles, “I know I’m just playin’.”

I sigh, “But yeah. If you wanna keep sleeping in my bed that’s fine.”

“Cool.” He says with a smile. “It sure beats the cold, hard floor.” He teases dramatically.

“Shut up.”

“Guys!” Calls a voice from behind us and both of us turn to look at the source.

Nick catches up to us with a taller, bearded man following close behind him. Both of them are wearing similar hats with the same frat sigils on them.

“Hey Folio.” Noah and I say almost in unison.

“Hi guys, so, this is Bryan. He’s the sophomore that’s supposed to be mentoring me.” He introduces the mystery man with showcase-y hands that would put Vanna White to shame.

He waves a small awkward wave, “’Sup.”

“Our frat is throwing a party at the end of the month to kick off the new school year. Bryan said I’m allowed to invite whoever I want. Right Bryan?” Folio grins wide, evidently excited.

Bryan looks exhausted, like a mother who’s been with their toddler all day. “Yes. I did say that.”

“Well, that’s really nice Nick but you know we’re not really party peo–”

Noah cuts me off, “I’m down.” He says quicker than I can even stop him.

I snap my head at him confused. “You are?” I knit my brows at him and hope my eyes communicate my confusion.

“Yes.” He says through the teeth of his forced smile. “Yes Nicholas, and you’re coming with me.”

“What? I never agreed–”

“Great!” Exclaims Folio, looking extremely eager next to Bryan who looks like he’s in desperate need for a quad shot of espresso.

We were barely invited to parties to begin with but whenever we were, we’d always just stay home and play games. Which I was fine with. I’ve always fine with just staying in with either just one or both of them. Since Nick was on the football team, he sometimes went to their parties, but Noah and I never did. We would literally sit and talk about how parties are stupid and overrated and overwhelming.

Nick wanting to go to his frat party made sense, but Noah? I wasn’t expecting that at all.

Bryan and Folio went separate ways for their classes while Noah and I kept walking to English.

It was quiet between us for a bit, probably since Noah knew how I felt about his choice. I finally broke the silence. “Why the fuck would you say yes to a frat party?”

Noah sighs, “C’mon Nicholas. We’re in college now! We should be doing college things!”

“What happened to saying parties are overrated and scary?”

Noah stops walking and I quickly follow suit. “I don’t want to be lame anymore Nick.” He says like it’s the most serious thing in the world. “I want to make friends and do college things and get drunk and meet girls!”

For some reason his words sting in a way I’ve never felt before and it bubbles an unexplainable anger in my chest. “Fine. But I’m not going.” I begin walking towards class again, this time with heavier, faster footsteps.

“What!” Noah calls after me, though I’m confused as to why he’s so shocked. “Nicholas! Wait!”

I let out an exacerbated sigh and stop, letting my head fall back so I just stare at the fucking sky rather than him. “What.”

“Please, c’mon” He whines and takes my wrist into his hands. There’s an odd, tiny buzz that tingles where his fingers meet my skin but I don’t think much of it. It must just be static electricity or something. “I can’t go to my first college party ever without my best friend.” He tugs playfully at my arm. “Please?”

When my eyes finally land on him, he’s looking at me with a pout and puppy dog eyes that I never seem to be able to say no to. “Fine. One party. That’s it.”

A huge grin spreads across his face and thanks me by pulling me into a big hug. “Thank you!” He pulls away still holding my wrist. “It’ll be fun! You won’t regret it. I promise!”

Something tells me I will most definitely regret it.

Noah had slept in my bed for the past couple weeks and it was the closest we’ve ever really been physically. It got old really quick with the way he kicked in his sleep and how his boney knees would somehow always end up in my back. But as the fall weather began to roll in and the colder the nights got, I grew to be grateful for his warmth.

I didn’t think much of it until one morning I felt something poking at my back. I let out a sleepy groan and rub the sleep from my eye, readjusting slightly until I realize what is jabbing at me. As I turn onto my back, Noah wakes up slowly, but his eyes shoot open when he feels his erection poking at my hip. He immediately moves his hips back and brings more duvet to cover himself further. “Shit, I’m sorry.” His cheeks flush.

I eye him and am soon confused as how my body is reacting. I’m hard at the thought of him being hard next to me. Or maybe I was already hard when I woke up, that definitely must be it.

I clear my throat, “It’s fine. It happens.”

He nods without another word and looks everywhere else but me.

“What do you… normally do when you wake up like that?” I don’t know why I asked, I know the answer.

“I… you know.” He says quietly.

“Do you um… want to do that right now?” I want to hit myself.

Why would I fucking say that?

“Well…yeah. But I can’t exactly do…that.”

“Why not?” I blurt out and feel immediate regret. I don’t know what’s driving my words but it’s definitely not my brain.

He looks caught off guard, which makes fucking sense because why the fuck would I say that. “I mean… you’re here.”

I press my lips together before speaking again. “I won’t judge. I…want to, too. So, if we both do it then… we can’t really judge each other, right?”

His eyes scan my face, maybe to see if I’m joking. “Right. Uh, sure. No judging.” He nods, “So I guess, um, I guess I’ll just start then.”

He hesitantly spits into his palm then slithers his thin lanky arm down beneath the covers and into his PJs, he hisses, probably from his cold of his hand.

My heart is beating so hard in my chest I think it might rip through my ribcage. When his hand starts moving it occurs to me that I agreed to this too and nerves fill my body. What was I thinking, why would I do this. We’re both virgins except for an awkward blowjob I got junior year, so I’ve never done anything like this with anyone nonetheless a boy, my best friend … who’s a boy. But my body doesn’t seem to care since I think I’m the hardest I’ve ever been. He’s still facing me, but I feel weird about it, so I lay flat on my back facing the ceiling, which he promptly copies. I spit into my own hand, trail my arm down and dip into my own loose PJ shorts.

“Fuck.” Noah breathes out inadvertently and immediately blushes bright strawberry pink. Something about it only makes my cock pulse more in my hand, I want to hear him say it again.

It’s pure bliss once my hand rolls around my member, then up and down trying to match Noah’s speed. He’s ahead of me and by the sounds of it coming close to his end. I try my best to keep my eyes on the ceiling while I palm myself, but my eyes keep glancing over at him. I feel him doing the same. Even though I can’t actually see anything, just seeing the duvet rise and fall along with his noises are enough to make precum leak from my tip. The faster he goes, the less control he has over his grunts and moans. They’re high pitched and whiney, not really what I’d expect them to be since his voice his so low.

There’s a short fleeting thought about what it would be like to have his hand do this to me instead. But the idea of it pushes me even closer to my climax. Though I’m almost scared to cum next to him, I’m not sure why, embarrassment maybe? That doesn’t last very long since I feel a familiar knot form in the pit of my stomach. My cock is throbbing and feels so fucking good in my tight grip. I bite down on my lip trying to last longer than Noah.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum.” He says urgently. His movements are desperate and sloppy and he’s practically bucking his hips up into his hand. “Fuck fuck fuck.” He whines before going completely rigid and letting out a string of whimpers.

His noises send me over the edge, “Fuck.” I groan lowly, pumping myself even faster, chasing my own high. It feels like my body is vibrating from the buzzing that spreads across my skin. It hits me harder that any orgasm I’ve ever had, euphoric pleasure washes over my entire body as I spill into my shorts.

Our chests are rising and falling quickly, and the heavy breathing is the only noise filling the room. I’m on a fluffy cloud of bliss until I’m ripped down with the reality of what we just did. My eyes grow wide, my heart starts pounding in my ears, I don’t dare look over at him.

“I, um,” My brain is too dizzy to even form a coherent thought. “I’m gonna…clean up and uh, shower in the other bathroom.”

I jump out of bed, flinging the duvet behind me, probably hitting Noah in the face but I don’t care. The walls feel like they are being vacuum sealed around me and getting out of the room is the only thing that will save me.

I need to get out

“Um.” His voice wavers, giving away just how equally jarred he is of what we just did. “Yeah, yeah. Sounds good. I’ll go shower in our bathroom.”

I’m already halfway out the door with a fresh outfit and a towel in my arms by the time he finishes his statement. “Okay. Cool.” I say quickly and shut the door behind me. I press my back against the door, letting my head fall back.

What the fuck was that?

It’s less suffocating in the hallway but I still can’t take a full inhale of air. It’s as though I’m being strangled by a ghost.

I quickly recognize that it’s a panic attack that’s creeping up my spine.

Normally when I have panic attacks, I go to Noah, or I use my inhaler. But both are in my room right now.

How am I supposed to go back into my room and ask Noah for help after what we just did… that.

“It’s okay.” I reassure myself breathlessly, unable to move my body. I squeeze my eyes shut trying to focus on my breathing enough just to walk. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

Abruptly, the door behind me is pulled open and I stumble back so hard I think I might land on the ground.

“Oh, sorry I didn’t know you were still there.” He begins with a slight awkwardness in his tone. His eyebrows furrow at me when he notices my jagged breathing. “You okay?”

The moment my shaky eyes meet his, he knows.

I don’t know how he knows, but he does.

He always knows.

His demeanor is immediately urgent.

“Okay, just… here.” He holds my biceps in his hands, gently tugging down on them. “Sit down. It’s always better when you sit. I’ll be right back.”

I nod while air is still struggling to make it into my lungs. I follow his suggestion and slide down the frame of my door onto the beige carpeted floor and lean my head back against the frame. The room is spinning around me and my chest aches so much like there’s a cinderblock resting on it. Sweat builds up above my brows and everything feels both freezing and scorching at the same time.

Noah returns with my inhaler and a folded up wet towel. He places the cold towel on my forehead because he knows cold will help shock my system and help ground me. I feel almost guilty from how well he knows how to handle this song and dance with me.

“Here, c’mon.” He holds the inhaler just in front of my mouth and I hesitantly wrap my lips around the plastic.

“Okay, breathe in.” He instructs gently. I slowly inhale and he presses the metal down for me, releasing the medicine. “Good.”

He sits back on his legs, and I let my head fall back against the wall. My eyes close while I let my lungs regulate themselves and try to focus on the cold on my forehead.

I’m suddenly incredibly embarrassed at all of this. I just jacked off with my best friend, then had a panic attack because I jacked off with my best friend, and now he’s helping me calm down from said panic attack.

When I finally crack my eyes open, he’s watching me with concern on his face. His eyes are placid, and the edges of his lips are turned down. “Are you okay?” He asks softly. “Do you feel better?”

I clear my throat and pull my body to be more upright against the frame. “Yeah, yeah. Thank you.” I look up at him briefly then down again. I can’t bear to look at him right now.

It occurs to me that he might think this was because of what we did.

Which, it was.

But he doesn’t need to know that.

“I just have this history test today.” I blurt out. “I’m just really stressed about it.”

He just blinks at me.

“Okay.” He replies simply.

He plays with his hands anxiously for a short bit. “It doesn’t matter.” He says quickly.

“What?”

“It doesn’t matter why you’re having a panic attack.” His fingers subconsciously pick at his cuticles. “Or where. Or when. Or how.” His eyes fall to his hands. “I’m here anyways. Always.”

I stay silent because I don’t quite know what to say but he looks back to me sternly.

My stomach flips inside out when he holds out a pinky to me. “Okay?”

I meet his dark brown eyes and they’re full of something I can’t place. But it fills my chest with an overwhelming feeling of safety and stillness. It’s the same sort of safe and sound you only feel when you land in your own bed after a long day. Which confuses me. I’ve never felt that with a person. I’m not sure I even knew that was possible.

I timidly bring my pinky up and hook onto his.

A small smile forms on his lips, “Always.”

I squeeze his pinky, “Always.”

Next Chapter -> 03 - when the party's over

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[emojellyace08]

.....princess reader uhuh nice one but what about H manhwa/manga author reader who kept it as a secret job as she look innocent lol. What kind of reaction does her boyfriend would do.

(Goo would probably volunteer to do the reference pose lol.)

Lookism Men x Female! Reader (Adult Manhwa/Manga edition)

OMGGG XD THIS IS ACTUALLY A FUNNY IDEA LMAOOOO (and sorry I viewed this request late bc I fell asleep too early) Genre: smut/lemon🍋, slight crack🧨(comedy) Slight warning: cursing, mentions of sex, NSFW, penetration, h*nta*/mentions of adult manga/manhwa, dirty talking, sploshing (mentions of food), BDSM, mentions of n*dity, Goo and Ryuhei being a diva queen CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP! (reader is female)

Goo Kim/Kuroda Ryuhei/Sinu Han/Vin Ho Bin (Vin Jin)/Young Tom Lee/Gongseob Ji/Olly Wang

He'll tease you a lot tbh. Idk why but I feel like they'll be always reading h*nta* than watching real life p*rn (because he knows that in it's just acting so it really turns him off). So it's no surprise if they ever stumbled on your work xD.

Pretty sure that they already know that you're doing some kinky shit because you showed one of your innocent drawings to him so he just knows your artstyle. The difference is that it's just n*ked girls and boys. But he'll also get turned off if you draw something too weird (ehem Pico). But yeah if it's just normal and adult humans fucking, it will be a great win for him.

He'll probably show off your works to his friends with them name dropping you😭. "Hey guys better read this manga/manhwa it's so fucking good Y/N made it!". Then the others being the dumbasses that they are they will of course search about it and yes, you're pretty much screwed. "Y/N Did you do this?" his friend asked as you turned your attention to his phone and your face turned into a deep shade of red-

"WHA- NO NO NO I DIDN'T WHAT MADE YOU THINK SO?" you denied in panic as you can see the disappointment plastered on his/her face. "Well, it's because your boyfriend suggested to read it". he/she replied as you laughed at his/her statement. "Well, you know he's a joker sometimes. So why did you believe him?" you asked him/her, surprisingly he/she believed in your lies. "Oh, good point. Sorry." she/he apologized as you brushed it off. You'll definitely going to beat his ass when you got home.

"YOU MOTHER FUCKER WHAT DID YOU DO?!" you screeched at him while throwing your arms at him while he panics at your reaction. Despite your flies of punches at him it still doesn't hurt his body and he's in fact going to burst in laughter if it weren't for you acting like a baby (these mfs). "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" "YOU FUCKING EMBARRASSED ME INFRONT OF YOUR DUMBASS FRIENDS! GOOD THING I WAS ABLE TO LIE ABOUT IT!" "ABOUT WHAT?!". And yes the moment you asked him what are you ranting about, your mouth zipped shocked as he chuckled at your reaction. "Y/N, there's no need to be shy about it..." he teased you as his hands held your chin as you snatched it away. "About what?" "You drawing h*nta*" the moment he said that specific word your cheeks flushed again with that deep red color, confirming his "theories".

He will 100% insist and request you to be his ✨personal model✨. Now at first you don't know if he's just being an ass to you and want to share your income (which is half true lol), but he just finds the idea of it to be sexy. "Y/-" "No." you cut him off as he whines like a toddler when his mom doesn't buy his favorite toy. "Please, can I be your model?" "Jesus. First, you keep bugging me off. And second, you just want me to share my money!" you screamed at his face as you can see him pulling the puppy eye card. "C'mon baby, I think it's a great opportunity for us to have our own moment in the bedroom. And I'm pretty busy too and we rarely see each other. So it's a great time to share our moments in a great way~" he purred as he tickles your sides you being obviously being pissed off. But no matter how many times you tried to push them off, they'll never leave you alone. "Fine, let's go." "Wait wha- Really? YAY!!!" "Shut the fuck up before I change my mind."

They will 100% flex his big and long dick to you. Seriously you can't help but to stare at his pee pee poking his thin boxers and he'll tease you about it. "Babe, where are you looking at?" he smirked as you blushed and scolded him again. "SHUT UP JUST LAY DOWN SO I CAN TAKE A PICTURE OF YOU". And they enjoy wearing BDSM gear (like blindfolds, gags, ropes on their hand while his hard rock dick is out) with cat ears or sploshing especially with whipped cream or strawberries since it's easier to clean off since they're really lazy. But their poses are just so goofy sometimes that you don't know if you should be horny or laughing your ass out. "Why the fuck are you posing like that?" you chuckled as he poses his hands on his nape flexing his abs. "What do you mean? You don't find it hot?" he teased as you stated that he looks like a Walmart Ken but the 18+ version which he will get offended at lmao (especially Goo and Ryuhei since they're blondes xD) "SHUT UP I'M NOT WALMART KEN!" he screamed as you chuckled at his reaction, just obviously you teasing him back for your payback. "BUT YOU ARE!" "NO I'M NOT! BESIDES I'M HOTTER THAN HIM!".

You and him will fuck on the bed and use the sex toys and he'll definitely film it (with your permission of course) and post it on P*rnHub lmao (but your face will be blurred so don't worry about it, bastard). You and him will be a perfect match in hell jk heaven. He's your personal p*rn star while his girlfriend is a h*nta* artist. Now that's a lot of good money (don't worry he'll share it with you).

Samuel Seo/Jake Kim/Gun Park/James Lee or DG/Taesoo Ma/Jichang Kwak/Cheong Taejin/Yoojin/Young Gapryong Kim

Honestly, the half of them just don't care. The other is like a wild animal screeching and their "little pet" getting excited down there. Though he's not the type to read that kind of stuff and prefers real p*rn since he thought that it's just for horny weebs who can't get a partner😭(I'm roasting myself sorry).

Like he knows that there's a kinky little shit hiding in that sweet, innocent face. He just doesn't act on it because he's often controlling himself to not ruin that little pussy lmao. Besides he doesn't really care about your hobbies as long as it's not too weird.

But because of his friend being an asshole, he showed him your works and once again you got caught in 24K. "BRO READ THIS MANGA IT'S FUCKING GOOD!" "Isn't that hentai?" he raised his eyebrows as his friend's eyes sparkled even more. "But *insert account here* made it!" they're friend exclaimed as he's shocked to hear that YOU MADE the erotic comic. "Wait wha-" "Yeah they made it! You should give it a try." Their reaction and face looks like: 🤨📸 but inside they be like: 😩💦. Honestly he's also very horny he's just have that self control and besides he works a lot so he doesn't really have the time to fuck spend time with you. (especially Gun and DG since they're too busy with their gangster/idol life).

He'll also lowkey tease you about it just to get a reaction out of you. And he'll be laughing his ass off inside when you tried to deny it because, first: He often observes you when you're minding your own business. You think that he's just watching TikTok on his phone? Bitch no. He's secretly spying on you and he often sees you sketching/drawing and when he tries to take a look you often pull away so he knows you're drawing kinky stuff. "I didn't know you're that kind of person Y/N. I thought you're actually an innocent woman." He commented as he pulls out his phone with your drawings as you blushed feeling embarrassed. "I-I didn't draw that!' "But this artstyle looks familiar." he stated as it made you confused. How the hell does he knows about your artstyle? Oh right you have an Instagram account dedicated for your drawings that don't scream sus. "I-It's not of you're business anyways if I draw naked women with big boobas!" "So you actually drew this?" he asked again with a straight face but his voice has that hint of playfulness on it making you even humiliated. "BABE!"

He also doesn't mind if you asked him for a picture with him naked as long as you're just drawing the pose for the reference and not actually drawing him posing like that xD. Like the others, they would like dressing in BDSM gear with his hands tied on his back while making that sexy face A:LKJDSKL:JFLA:KH:LKDHF:KLDH:LKAHL: . Honestly they just make you horny without them even trying. He would also flex his dick to you tbh. And at first he's not really a big fan of sploshing since it can be a mess and he's often tired. But he'll get used to it and he's probably the type to pour chocolate syrup on his abs and asking you to lick it off for them (sheesh wtf is this kinky). "Are you looking at my dick?" he stated as he lies down on the bed, the veins of his member popping as you can already see the pre-cum building on his tip making your core wetter than before. "Shut up steroids' man." "It's all natural babe."

He wouldn't hesitate to pound his long and thick cock inside you in the middle of business (he's never been so worked up before). He also doesn't mind if you film it so you can have your reference pose as long as you don't pose it online (especially DG since he's an idol). But he still enjoy this kind of bonding time nonetheless.

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[wuzhere75]

More goofy idiots; high school musical edition. Also yeah I probably just could have gotten away with Kinkajou (also yes both her and Qibil’s names are misspelled AF in the image I’m not fixing it right now) plus the actual protags but I need to practice for Arc 3 which aparently has like several dozen pseudo-protagonists, which I’m probably going to do in a slightly different style because I like the idea of trying sketchy line art with the procreate brush pen.

Okay now time for the actual headcanons

-I originally was going to give Moon a way different design (her horns where going to be long and curved like ibex horns/crescent moons but I couldn’t get that to work in the sketch; she was going to have a split color design, like one side of her body was going to be light and the other dark like a half moon), but then my brain went “albino=white/pink with red eyes, that’s moon-y because the moon looks white from earth sometimes and blood moons are a thing so red”. I do like the sketch I came up with. I still think I could have gone harder with the wrinkly skin and underbite, since I imagine it those are details frequently found on Nightwings from the volcano.

-I think Moon being a twist villain, or at least an untrustworthy character, would be kind of interesting. Like if she had been the final POV character instead and she’d been kind of this ambiguous, somewhat suspicious guide to the Darkstalker stuff.

-The entire modern Icewing royal family is considered somewhat strange looking by that tribes standards; unusually short horns, typically no fur, and oddly dark and saturated colors. I’m not from a place that gets snowy, white winters that often. More “everything dies back and it gets muddy, foggy, and frosty”, thus Winter’s color palette.

-I have a headcanon that firescales/fireless twin sets are technically identical (Sky being NB), it’s just due to the presences of no/too much fire, their features develop differently. Peril has far richer and saturated colors than Sky, but their actual patterns are identical. Due to her fire, Peril’s feathers never properly grew in (she’s like the sphinx cat equivalent of a Skywing), while Sky by comparison is very floofy. However if you peeled Sky (shaved off their feathers), they would have the exact same body shapes and features as their sister. Also the aforementioned color patterns are based of the American Kestrel.

-I have a couple of old Turtle designs kicking around my Procreate; I originally was going to use one of them (which I might post at some point to embarrass myself), to inspire this one. However, I ended up creating something entirely new. My original design had him as a lot more solid, gross yellow-y shade of green, with no tan underbelly or needle. However I discovered that the underbelly and needle would give him some nice resemblance to his sister Tsunami. Also I was using mata-mata turtles as one of my primary design references and damn those bois got schnoze.

-Turtle also would have been an interesting twist villain. Like if we got faked out like “he’s too suspicious to be the bad guy” and then he just is.

-Funny thing about Qibil; I always mis-remembered Qibils earring as having a black diamond earring rather than an “orange sunstone” one. Perhaps I was confusing his drip with Blister’s. He gets both as a treat. Also the reason why he has the classic fan depiction head sail strandy-thingy because of the scar his mom gave him. The sail behind the scar grew back all delicate and long; he’s let it grow out to see how long it can get.

-The little unneeded spite for the series/fandom I have for some reason built up on Qibil for some reason. Maybe because seemingly the rest of the fandom worships the little guy. I’d probably like him if I actually read the books, but I have developed a stupid re-write of him where he is sort of like the annoying little brother of the Jade Winglet and Jade Moutain as a general who thinks he is hotter shit than he is that nobody dares talk down to for fear of bringing mama Thorn or big sister Sunny down on their asses. He’s tried to flirt with everybody in his winglet and they’ve all pushed him away with some degree of gentleness.

-IDK who was the first fan artist to do magenta-yellow-cyan Kinkajou but it sure as hell works. I have a headcanon that younger Rainwing dragonets tend to have brighter, saturated comfort colors (image the “crayola water marker base pack” color palette). However as Rainwings mature, they tend to “mild” out their comfort colors with more varied hues. Thus, she used to have the neon pink-yellow color palette when she was younger. Also she kind of ended up looking kind of like a lychee or rambutan and I love it.

-I didn’t have too many thoughts on Umber. I mostly just focused on making him look different enough from Clay while still making him look like a possible sibling.

-I thought I was going to put more effort into Carnelians design, but I ended up just yeeting something together based off the real world carnelian stone.

-I know Anenome is described as being pink and blue/white in the books, but where I live we have neat little pink tipped green anemones so that’s her color palette. Also I imagine she wears a lot more jewelry when she’s at home but she just took a few things with her to school.

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