#Speed Up Your Flutter App

[rakeshmahale]

Boost Your Flutter App’s Speed and Performance like a Pro

Flutter has gained immense popularity as one of the best frameworks for developing high-performance mobile applications. However, to ensure your Flutter app runs seamlessly, optimizing its speed and performance is crucial. Whether you’re a developer or a business owner, learning these expert strategies will help you deliver a top-notch user experience.

Why App Performance Matters

A slow app can drive users away, impact revenue and harm brand reputation. Users expect a smooth, fast and lag-free experience. Optimizing your Flutter app ensures quick load times, efficient resource utilization and better user retention rates.

Pro Tips to Enhance Your Flutter App’s Performance

1. Use the Latest Flutter Version:

Flutter is constantly evolving with performance enhancements and bug fixes. Ensure you are using the latest version to take advantage of new optimizations and features.

2. Minimize Widget Rebuilds:

Widgets are the core building blocks of Flutter apps. Excessive widget rebuilds can slow down performance. Use the const keyword for immutable widgets and implement the shouldRebuild method in ListView and GridView to avoid unnecessary builds.

3. Optimize Images and Assets:

Large image files can significantly impact your app’s speed. Optimize images by:

Using appropriate formats (WebP for high compression)

Compressing assets with tools like TinyPNG

Lazy loading images to reduce memory usage

4. Utilize Efficient State Management:

Efficient state management prevents unnecessary UI updates, improving performance. Popular state management solutions include:

Provider

Riverpod

Bloc

GetX

Choose the right approach based on your app’s complexity.

5. Reduce App Size:

A lightweight app loads faster and runs smoothly. Reduce your Flutter app size by:

Removing unused dependencies

Using ProGuard to shrink and optimize the APK/IPA file

Enabling code splitting for web applications

6. Optimize Network Requests:

Minimize API calls and implement caching mechanisms to enhance app responsiveness. You can use:

Dio for efficient HTTP requests

GraphQL for selective data fetching

SharedPreferences for local caching

7. Use Isolates for Heavy Computations:

Isolates allow Flutter to handle CPU-intensive tasks without blocking the main thread. Use them for background processing like file operations, image processing or real-time analytics.

8. Leverage Flutter’s Performance Tools:

Flutter provides built-in debugging and profiling tools to analyze app performance. Use:

Flutter DevTools for frame analysis and memory usage

flutter analyze for detecting inefficiencies

flutter doctor to identify potential issues

9. Enable Hardware Acceleration:

Enable Skia Shader Warm-up and leverage GPU acceleration to enhance UI rendering speed. This helps create smooth animations and transitions.

10. Test and Optimize Regularly:

Performance optimization is an ongoing process. Regularly test your app using:

Flutter Driver for automated testing

Firebase Performance Monitoring for real-time performance insights

Crashlytics to track and fix issues

Flutter App Development Services in India

India has become a hub for high-quality and cost-effective flutter app development services. Companies like Dignizant Technologies offer top-tier Flutter development solutions, ensuring seamless performance optimization, user-friendly interfaces and scalability.

Why Choose the Best Flutter App Development Company?

Expert Developers: Skilled professionals with years of experience in Flutter development.

Custom Solutions: Tailor-made apps to meet specific business requirements.

Cost-Effective Development: High-quality apps at competitive prices.

Timely Delivery: Agile development approach for faster time-to-market.

Conclusion

Optimizing the performance of your Flutter app makes the user experience seamless, increases engagement and improves retention. Whether you are developing a new app or improving an existing one, implementing these strategies will give you a competitive advantage. If you are looking for professional Flutter app development services in India, partnering with the best Flutter app development company like Dignizant Technologies can help you build high-performing apps tailored to your business needs.

FAQs

Q1. How do I improve the performance of my Flutter app?

A1. Optimize widget rebuilds, minimize network requests, use efficient state management and leverage Flutter’s performance tools for better speed and responsiveness.

Q2. Why is my Flutter app running slow?

A2. Common reasons include excessive widget rebuilds, large image files, inefficient network requests and lack of background processing. Implementing the right optimizations can significantly improve performance.

Q3. What is the best way to manage state in Flutter?

A3. There is no one-size-fits-all answer. Provider, Riverpod, Bloc and GetX are popular state management solutions, each suited for different app complexities.

Q4. How can I reduce my Flutter app size?

A4. Remove unused dependencies, compress assets, enable ProGuard and use code splitting techniques to reduce the APK/IPA size.

Q5. Which is the best Flutter app development company in India?

A5. Dignizant Technologies is a leading Flutter app development company in India, offering high-performance, scalable and feature-rich applications.

[httpssturns]

Deal,

..in which reader and chris make a pact to never be bored again

notes: silliness, bestfriends, sickening fluff, oblivious, cutesy, they both have crushes on each other lol, cuddles, underlying feelings.

You're currently on your bed, having exhausted everything you could to keep yourself entertained, but for some reason, tonight none of it's working.

You pick up your phone to click on the FaceTime app, dialing Chris's number.

"Hello?" You hear coming from you phone, the unmistakable rumble of Chris's voice causing your lips to turn up in a smile.

"Hey, what're ya doinnn'" You ask in a tone that almost has a childlike tease to it. You can hear him laugh through the speaker of your phone, and even with it not being the most clear, it still makes your heart jump a little.

"Just playin' fortnite, what else would I be doing on a Saturday night?" He responds in that smooth, quiet voice he always gets when he's tired.

"Well, I'm like super bored right now, sooo would you wanna come over and watch movies together?" You say with a nervous lilt to your voice, even though you both are bestfriends, you obviously don't want to bother him while he's doing something he wants to do.

"Course, watching movies with you beats getting a measly fortnite Royale anyways," He teases, and you can already see the fumble of the facetime camera as he gets up from his gaming chair and turns off his PC.

"I'll be there in ten, I better see snacks, and you wrapped in blankets when I get there." He wiggles his eyebrows playfully, and with a soft "Yeah, yeah," you hang up, a giddy feeling bubbling in your chest as you prepare for your movie marathon.

When he gets there, a permanent smile has already fought and crawled it's way onto your face. You're sitting on the couch, blankets piled around you and an array of snacks on the coffee table.

"I didn't expect you to listen to me," He snorts, setting down his keys with a thud. He then dramatically runs over to you, flopping on the couch like your body isn't right below him.

"Ow, Chris!" You exclaim, giggles spilling from your lips. You give him a playful glare as he settles on top of you, his head resting on your chest and his body in between your legs. Unbeknownst to you, his heart is pounding at the same speed as yours, the close proximity between the both of you making his head spin.

You settle comfortably with the blankets on top of you both, your fingers finding their way into his hair and twirling the soft brown locks in an almost reverent way.

He picks the movie, a stupid, childish Pixar flick that ends the night in giggles and childhood nostalgia, although your focus is mostly the boy cuddling on top of you. all you can see is the way his head rests against your chest and how your breathing is in sync, how his eyelashes flutter softly on his cheek like a dance.

The movie ends, and he looks up at you, his chin resting on your chest and almost making your heart melt with how absolutely adorable he looks.

"Hey, you know you can always call me, right?" He murmurs softly, his warm breath fanning over your face. Not in a gross way, but more like a comforting reminder of his presence.

"I mean it, for anything, even if you're just bored." He says with a light chuckle at the end, a sweet smile on his face, one that you were almost sure was going to make you burst one day.

"I know, I sometimes just don't like asking because I don't want to make you feel obligated to come over, you know?" You reply with a small smile of your own, your fingers still gently toying with the brown strands on his scalp.

"Let's make a deal," he says with a silly smile. "Let's never be bored again, if either of us is bored, or even just wants company, we call. Doesn't matter what time it is or what the other is doing." He holds his pinky up, looking at you like he knows you'll take it, and you do.

"Deal." You murmur quietly, and for the rest of the night, neither of you are bored or lonely. no matter how unproductive your time spent together is.

୨♡୧ @bernardsbendystraws for the dividers ୨♡୧

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[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

smutty prompt suggestion for a joel x m!reader drabble (if you want to use jddndjnsj):

joel notices the reader is trying to muffle his own moans during sex and does his best to make him go loud and clear

male!reader, wc: (written on the app!). (18)+

۶ৎ a/n .ᐟ | more male reader to heal the soul! i've been invigorated to write some joel smut, so i figured i'd get a request out the way!

Joel was so deep, you were convinced you could feel him in your stomach.

Your cock throbbed with arousal, your own hands that were gripping the sheets above your head twitched with the need to cover your mouth.

You were getting so loud, it was as if your voice was pushing through every barrier you were putting up, determined to be heard.

You'd often been told by other partners that you were too noisy, that the sounds that you would make were unattractive or even a complete turn off.

You had been pining after Joel for ages, so you'd be damned if you scared him off.

Your teeth dug desperately into your bottom lip, so tightly to the point where you were convinced for a moment that you could taste blood.

Joel wasn't stupid, he could see the strange war that you were having with yourself.

"Wha'? I ain't no good?" He pants. Your eyes that were squeezed closed flutter open, your already furrowed brows diving deeper.

"What?" You asked breathlessly.

"Ya ain't makin' no noise. Don't tell me 'm no good."

Your eyes widened, followed by the frantic need to correct him. "No, no! It's not that I swear! It's just... a me thing."

"A 'you thing'?" He implores teasingly. "Mhm."

"Alright."

The next thing you know, you're being gripped by your hips and flipped around.

You yelp, but you don't have much time to recalibrate because Joel's already re-entering you with a mission.

His large, calloused palms grip you by the meat of your hips, pushing and pulling you onto his throbbing cock repeatedly.

This time, your noises are punched out of you noisily; every moan, whimper, and groan comes tumbling out of you at an alarming speed.

"J - Joel!" You cry out. Your hands scramble for purchase. You grip the pillow in front of you tightly, anchoring yourself to earth.

"There ya go." He praises with a long groan, followed by him pulling out. His dick catches on your rim before shoving himself back in.

"Fuck!"

"Uh huh. Let me hear you. That's a good boy."

© ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused .ᐟ

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 23

Dick Grayson + prostate massage/torture

On the shorter side, since I got another assignment to write. Thankfully ill be done with this class after Christmas, which hopefully means less stress.

On another note, the spiderman 2 game arrived in the mail and now im waiting excitedly for my schedule to clear up enough that I can play it :)

Reader isn’t actually present, but is mentioned.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist.

Dick huffed softly where he sat, his hips rocking slowly back and forth unconsciously, like he had no control of the action. His fingers dug into the wood of the kitchen table he had sat himself in when the buzzing of the toy you’d left in him got too strong.

He shivered as the speed of the toy suddenly slowed, meaning you must have turned it down on whatever app you used to control it from your phone. Dick exhaled roughly as he almost slumped against the table, his muscles twitching as he ground his teeth, clenching his eyes shut as he felt sweat running down his face and torso.

The toy was pushed perfectly against his prostate, leaving his knees buckling and legs shaking whenever you flicked it on. Normally Dick would have allowed himself to moan and cry as much as he wanted, but it was the middle of the day, and even if he was inside your guy’s apartment, he still felt a little too proud to become the mess he knew he could be when you weren’t even there.

The only way you were involved was controlling the dial of the toy inside him. Dick couldn’t help but squeeze around his, giving a gruff moan at the unyielding hardness of a toy inside him, feeling so different from your cock when he would ride you.

This had all been his idea in the first place, he had even bought the toy himself and downloaded the app onto your phone, but as he felt the buzzing suddenly shoot up to one of the higher settings he almost regretted it. He knew he could easily take it out, but there was also something so delicious about the way he felt owned by you in some way. Like you were in full control of him and his pleasure, a choked keen leaving his mouth as the toy buzzed cruelly against his sensitive prostate.

Dick ended up folding his arms on the table and burying his face in them, the rocking of his hips growing more bold as his teeth dug into his spit slick lip. He released the grip on his lip as suddenly the toy kicked into the highest setting, digging into his prostate in a way that had his entire body seizing up, his legs kicking and his arms tensing.

His cock was drooling, soaking up the inside of his boxers as he gasped and panted, his insides squeezing and releasing around the toys relentless buzzing, the need to cum only rising in his veins as his breathing grew quicker and shorter. He was so close, almost there- when suddenly the toy turned down to one of the lowest settings again.

The sudden change in the toy had Dick slumping against the table, his body aching from his hard he had been clenching his muscles and suddenly released them. The process repeated again and again, the toy kicking up and almost torturing that spot inside him, leaving him keening and gasping, almost clawing at the table as his legs twitched and kicked. But then suddenly it would return to that low setting he could barely feel following the brutal pace the toy had been in just before.

Dick wasn’t even sure how long the process repeated, only that his head was growing stuffy and he was sure that was a pool of drool on the table, as he couldn’t seem to find it in himself to close his mouth as he kept huffing and moaning.

His eyes fluttered and every single muscle in his body burned at how hard he clenched them all, as once more the rapid pace of the toy brought him closer to orgasm, wheezed keens and stuttery moans forcing their way out of his throat as he grew close once more.

Part of him was sure you were gonna turn it off right as he neared the end, but you didn’t, and finally he felt the sweet feeling of release. Dick was quick to clamp a hand over his mouth so he wouldn’t have howled at how it felt, the orgasm running through his veins like thick syrup and leaving his head spinning, his hips jumping and thighs twitching as he spilled inside his boxers, further soaking the already precum covered fabric.

Through all of it, the toy still buzzed on, though it did slow down after a while as you must have assumed he had cum, especially after all that. Dick needed a while to come back to earth, the acrobat vigilante shakily getting to his feet and moving into the bathroom on easy feet.

There was no way he would have stood in the shower, so he ended up filling the bathtub, kicking off his soppy boxers with a wet plap as they landed on the floor, and just sliding into the tub, not caring about anything one would normally do before getting into a bathtub like that.

Dick had almost fully relaxed once more, his head laying on the edge of the tub when the toy started buzzing again, a soft moan leaving him as his prostate still felt raw from his former orgasm, but he couldn’t keep his cock from giving a twitch, his eyes falling shut as he settled into the water, ready to go again.

[kingkaisen]

I know it has been said before, but 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓 definitely seemed like a sweet, innocent, and kind guy. He helped you with your college homework, walked you home afterwards, and genuinely seemed like a good friend.

But, truth be told, when he was finally alone in his room after helping you study all day, the first thing he did was unbuckle his jeans, and pull down his pants.

He started off slowly, rubbing his hard bulge through his underwear as he tried to remember your amazing scent, which still lingered on his clothes from when you hugged him goodbye.

As he glided his fingers up and down his clothed shaft, he moaned softly, a pretty shade of pink dusting his cheeks.

It wasn’t enough, though.

A few minutes later, Armin pulled his sensitive dick out of his boxers, and slowly, he started to stroke his cock with one hand. With the other hand, he opened the photo app on his phone, scrolling until he found the album he created solely of your pics. Some were photos he took himself with you and of you, while others were screenshotted directly from your Instagram page.

And god, just the sight of you made him increase his speed, fucking his fist until biting his lip could no longer suppress his moans.

“y/n,” he whimpered breathlessly, “I need her . . . need her.”

It wasn’t enough, though.

Armin switched his phone off. His pretty blue eyes fluttered closed, and he thought about what it would feel like to actually be with you.

To suck on your sensitive nipples. To kiss you deeply enough to make you gasp for air. To feel your clit melt into his mouth as he sucked on it, making you cum over and over again all over his face and tongue. Then, he’d fuck you — nice and slow, to begin with — and cherish every single thrust. He’d cum inside of you while moaning your name, and do it all over again.

As he imagined it, he started to rub the most sensitive part of his cock, a spot right underneath the head. His moans were so beautiful and sinful. Gripping the sheets next to him, his thighs started to tremble slightly, and your name fell from between his lips over and over again.

“Ahh, y/n, please . . . feels so, so good.”

Ferociously stroking his cock, a loud whine escaping from his throat, his warm orgasm brewed in his belly until he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He came — and he came hard, painting his fist white as he heaved.

God, just the mere thought of you had ropes and ropes of cum spewing out of his cock.

It wasn’t enough, though.

As Armin started to clean himself up, he knew well that he couldn’t handle fucking himself to the thought of you much longer.

He had to fuck you for real, and as he grabbed his phone to shoot you a text message, he could only hope that you felt the same way.

[gotta-spew-words-somewhere]

Countdown: 10

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Summary: the first night of 10.

TW’s: nothing really, maybe suggestiveness and Azriel being broody in his head??

A/N: I keep writing shite in my notes app and decided to post it lol. This is literally my first time writing really in like a decade so pls excuse the lack of goodness and be v v nice to me <3

Crash!

He’s inside before his mind gives permission, wings flaring and Truth-Teller palmed instinctively.

“Good evening to you, too.” The light, even tone from his left makes his neck snap in your direction with a speed that makes you step back, just a touch. “Woah, buddy. I’d suggest you drop the knife and the death glare before I kick you out my shop.”

The shadowsinger blinks once, twice, before your appearance and words fully register. Your shop? Your shop. Not a break in- that’s clear from the messy hair and nightdress that flutters to your thighs, coupled with a steaming tea resting on the glass case next to the source of the commotion. A simple stand, knocked so close to your elbow that the pieces click together in an instance.

Since when has he investigated every noise in the night? Since when did he break into shops owned by a frightened females—-

Well. You don’t look scared. Surprised maybe— more amused than anything. Are you mad? Even the most hardened warriors usually flinched at the sight of his presence- the sight of his shadows—

“If you’re here to rob me, I’d suggest you hurry up about it instead of just staring. Does the High Lord not pay you enough?” Your eyebrow raises, stance so calm, he’s suddenly certain you are, indeed, mad.

“I heard a crash.”

“Hmm, I caught this with my elbow. Dangers of wandering around without the lights on.” A simple wave of your fingers, and fae-lights flicker to life above you, drifting to their prospective corners and bathing the cluttered space in a warm, golden glow. “Is it the Spymasters job to check on clumsy residents?”

Finally, Azriel’s stance relaxes, the buzz of danger slowly retreating into the gentle humming background of his existence. Your eyes haven’t left his since he turned, and he finally takes just a moment to truly see you.

The smudges beneath your eyes, which droop with exhaustion, still dance with a light completely unbefitting of the situation. An unruly shadow circles at your ankles, but you pay it no mind- still gazing at the male with gentle amusement. And of course- you’re beautiful, but he doesn’t let that thought linger, filing it quickly to the back of his mind.

“No. My apologies. I’ll be on my way—“

“Do you want a cup of tea?” Suddenly you’re moving, grasping your own cup and stepping between him and the exit— almost herding him further into the building. “Anyone with fight-or-flight that strong at this time of night needs a cup of tea.”

Azriel blinks once again, words failing him as this strange and brash fae ushers him toward the lone table, it’s surface glinting with shards of precious metals. Why is he allowing this? Sleep deprivation must be sending him as mad as you, he decides, tensing as a gentle hand brushes his shoulder and guides him onto the lone stool.

“That isn’t necessary—“

“Well, I could do with the company. What if someone tries to break in for real?” The words hold a light amusement that tells him you’re teasing, yet for some unknown reason, he doesn’t rise to leave as you pad into the back room.

Glittering gems of each colour and size are his lone company for a brief moment, sparkling from their cases in a way that he knew would send a certain someone feral. The whole room looks like a hoard a dragon would take pride in, each stone as perfect as he’s ever seen.

Perhaps he will come here again— a gift from here will likely sooth any wrath Amren could concoct for him for the next fifty years.

“Beautiful aren’t they?” Your voice drifts from the doorway, accompanied by the steam of the new cup of tea you clutch between both hands. Placing it in front of him, Azriel’s attention shifts back to you as you pull another stool from some cluttered corner, and join him across the tiny table. “They normally come in as scraps. I fix ‘em.”

You seem so utterly unbothered by the stranger sat in your store, so at ease with this ridiculous situation, that Azriel can’t help but smile— just a little bit.

“Do you often corral strangers into drinking tea with you in the dead of night?”

Your eyes dart to his, crinkling in the corners while you take a long sip of your tea. “This is a first, actually. It gets lonely at this time when you can’t sleep— and you’re the first fae reckless enough to break in here.”

“Reckless?” His eyebrow raises despite himself, and after a precursory sniff of the tea (probably not poisoned), he follows with his own sip. Delicious.

“Mm. I’m very scary— no one would dare rob me.” It’s punctuated with a knowing grin and gesture toward your delicate nightgown— and he simply smiles. You may be joking, but he doesn’t doubt it for a moment- you knew who he was instantly, knife wielding and all, and still threatened to kick him out. He can sense that in the right situation, very scary could be an understatement.

The silence stretches a beat, and you seem to learn he isn’t much of a talker. Your smile grows and eyes soften, gently swirling the steaming liquid you still hold beneath your chin. “What brings you to the Palace of Thread and Jewels at this time?”

He thinks on it a moment, but something about the warmth- the tea, the lights, your eyes- makes his answer more honest than he allows. “I couldn’t sleep. A walk helps.”

You nod slowly, humming. “Thought so, hence the tea. I’m a simple shop-girl, and I’m the same. Can’t imagine what being Sneaky-Lord of the Court does to a sleep schedule.”

He chuffs quickly out his nose- not a full laugh, but enough for your eyes to brighten and the creases at their corners deepen. For reasons he’ll never be able to explain, something in him relaxes as the sight, a gentle warmth pooling beneath his ribs that briefly makes him wonder at the ingredients in his tea again. “That’s a new one. Sounds very official.”

“I’m in the jewellery business, not the naming one.” One shoulder raises in a shrug, drawing his eye as the thin strap of your nightgown catches and slips, dragging down your skin slowly and suddenly his breath has vanished.

That creeping thought of just how beautiful you are sneaks forward again, whispering quiet promises of soft and warm and so pretty. Hazel eyes remain glued to that almost innocent slip of skin, to the hollow of your collar bone, the column of your thr—

“You really are exhausted, hm?” Your tinkering laugh pierces through whatever spell your skin has cast, and heat crawls up Azriel’s neck as his head snaps up, eyes settling somewhere more gentlemanly. “Like I said, the tea will help. Chamomile, lavender, and a secret special ingredient.”

The wide edge of your smile is giving him an out, he realises, moving things along and curbing the hunger than crawls beneath his skin.

Get it the fuck together.

“Secret ingredient? That sounds ominous.” The half smile he offers is only part in gratitude.

“I could tell you, but I’d have to kill you- it’s an old family recipe.”

He nods once, taking another deep inhale of the floral steam, and then a sip. You’re right- there is something else in there, something light and herby and calming. Something that tastes like a warm hand running across his shoulders, soothing muscles and quieting the ever-present whispers of anxiety.

“Your family live in Velaris too?” It’s an intimate question for a stranger. The sort of thing Azriel would never normally ask, but everything feels so natural, so free and open and calm, that it slips out before he’s really considered it.

And although you don’t seem surprised by the question, there’s a minuscule tightening of your smile that rips that warm and fuzzy rug straight from under his feet.

“No,” it’s light and cheery, but a very clear boundary, and the Spymaster remembers where he is.

What is he doing? Sat here chatting and drinking unknown tea with some possibly— probably insane female? Joking around the edge of the nightmares that haunt him, drinking in the sight of your skin like some touch-starved adolescent?

Forgetting, even if just for a moment?

With a haste that burns his tongue and throat and chest, Azriel gulps the tea, suddenly slamming the cup down and letting his eyes rest anywhere but you.

“Thank you for the tea. I need to go.”

And you don’t seem offended or shocked— instead, you simply smile with an edge of understanding, and nod your head.

“Of course. Thanks for the company.”

He moves to the door with confident steps, not daring to glance back at your still-seated form. He can’t bear to see the knowing in your eyes again.

And so he steps back into the dark-quiet of the city, ignoring the way his shadows stretch and creep back into your golden hued light.

[poetlus]

ROARING ENGINES — streetracer!dabi x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: Your boyfriend, a streetracing!Dabi, invites you to take a ride with him, which ends in an annoyingly teasing makeout session.

WARNINGS: unsafe driving, needy dabi (<3), slightly suggestive, reader is able to fit in dabi’s lap with ease— i apologize for the lack of plus-sized inclusivity; however, i couldn’t pass up this request!! i am a minor. do NOT interact if you are a stricly mdni account.

W/C: 1.7k

A/N: oh. my days. i love this so bad. I LOVE THIS SO BAD!!!! this was an amazing experience. one of the scenes in this fic was inspired by this scene in fast n furious. UGH. love. anywho, requested by @sepptember , proofread by @ikn9wyou!! follow auggie and alani. they have wonderful ideas.

Your boyfriend wasn’t one for showing off— he was reserved. Didn’t care for most people’s opinions. Unless he was on the road. When Dabi’s speeding down the highway, he wants everyone to hear. Especially you.

You were sitting on your apartment couch, the blue light from the TV shining on your face. You weren’t really even watching the show that was on, moreso doom scrolling through various apps— opening and closing them as though they were a fridge and you were hoping more food would magically appear.

Unfortunately, nothing caught your eye.

You let out a loud sigh, changing positions so you were laying down now. That’s when you heard it.

An engine revved from outside of your apartment complex, loud enough to make you wince at the sound. Then, you got a text.

Butterflies formed in your stomach— an often occurrence when it came to Dabi. Despite him literally being your boyfriend, he never failed to make your stomach do cartwheels any time you even thought about being around him. Your thumbs hovered over your phone, thinking about what to say.

Within seconds, the man hearted your message, as if he was waiting on the chat for you to respond. Your heart fluttered as you shot up from your spot on the couch, rushing to your bedroom to find something to wear.

After an eternity of searching and creating a mess of clothes on your floor, you had found the perfect outfit. You grabbed your phone and left your apartment, locking the door on your way out.

The elevator ride down to the first floor felt 50 years longer than normal— which was both good and bad; good because you got time to calm your stupid nerves, and bad because you didn’t want to wait to see your boyfriend any longer. As soon as you heard the “ding!”, indicating that the elevator had reached the bottom floor, you practically charged out of the building, looking for Dabi’s car.

There it was, the navy blue Camaro ZL1– bass bumping and engine roaring. That was definitely him. You hurried to the passenger door. Dabi rolled down his tinted windows. His cyan eyes seemingly glowed in the streetlight and you swore you were being seduced.

“Gonna get in?” His slightly raspy voice broke the silence.

You carefully opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. Dabi looked at you, awaiting something. You gave him a slightly confused look, likely muddied by the darkness of the night.

“Well? Where’s my kiss, huh?” He asked you, a hint of impatience sewn into his tone. You giggled and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He huffed, apparently not satisfied.

“What was that about?” You asked him.

“Nothin’.” The white haired man brushed it off and tossed you his phone. “You’re on aux.” He told you, you put on one of your favorite playlists— one that consisted of erotic songs. When you pressed the shuffle button, Poison by Brent Faiyaz began playing.

As the song began, Dabi shifted gears from neutral to drive and carefully pulled away from the cramped street.

His caution didn’t last long, though. As soon as he was out of the packed road, he sped up. His engine revved loudly as he did so and he moved his hand from the stick shift to the knob of the radio. He turned the knob to the right, making the music louder. After adjusting it to his liking, he rested his free hand on your thigh. His other was controlling the wheel, though his attention wasn’t fully on it. He was occupied with you. He watched as you hung your head slightly out of the open window, wind blowing your hair out of your face and giving him a perfect view of your features.

How can a singular human being be so flawless?

The man was enamored by you. In his eyes, you were a spectacle. A trophy that he, somehow, had won. And goddamn, was he proud of his trophy.

You looked to see him staring right back at you, making butterflies erupt yet again. In order to hide your fluster, you snapped your fingers at him.

“Eyes back on the road, Dabi.” He hummed in response and looked forward. You faced towards the window again, feeling the cool air on your cheeks. Dabi sped up as the song ended and the next one played. Slow Dancing in the Dark by Joji.

As the engine of his car became white noise, you asked Dabi where you were going.

“Dunno,” He said nonchalantly. “Just driving.” You couldn’t help but smile at Dabi’s voice. You’d play it on repeat if you could.

You began singing along to the radio, making Dabi chuckle. He joined in quietly, unintentionally harmonizing with you.

“Can’t you see? I don’t want to slow dance,” The two of you sang. “In the dark.”

The song continued and you two made conversation, talking about your days and how the two of you missed each other.

“Sorry ‘m so busy, babe.” He apologized. “A lot’s going on with the League right now.” You accepted his apology, because truthfully, that didn’t matter. What mattered was that he was here, with you, in this moment.

The conversation carried on for another 20 minutes, and by now, you were out of the city. Flat, dark farmland stretched out as far as the eye could see. You looked up at the sky from your window— without the light pollution, everything was darker, causing the stars to shine brighter. You stared in awe for a moment at the gorgeous things, mesmerized.

Dabi, finally out of city limits, sped up to 160. You could feel your stomach drop as he sped up. You rolled your window up and said, “Dabi, slow down.” The man smirked.

“Why, ya scared?” He sped up to 180 in a matter of seconds.

“Yes, I am!” You retorted. He pouted mockingly.

“Awh, poor thing.” 185. You smack his arm lightly, making him laugh once more. He finally slowed down. Then, he patted his lap, confusing you slightly. “Well? C’mon.”

“Yeah, right.” You rolled your eyes at him. “While you’re driving?”

“What??” He asks, trying to sound innocent. “I mean it. C’mere.” His eyes were still fixated on the road.

Slightly awkwardly, you crawled over the center console and into his lap— your back was against the door and your head facing his. You smelled his cologne, a hint of vanilla and cinnamon.

Playfully, you dug your nose into the crook of his neck, trying to breathe in all of his scent. He smiled. “You’re ticklin’ me, Y/N.”

“I can’t help it,” you said with your head still buried. “You smell so good!” Another laugh was shared and it was quiet for the moment, the two of you relishing in one another’s peace. That’s when you got your grand idea.

You were going to tease him.

You planted a light kiss on his collarbone, and then another on his neck, and then another on his jaw. You continued this pattern for a minute or two, giving all of your attention to his neck and jaw. Once you seemed to be done, he looked down owards you, expecting you to kiss his lips, but you didn't. Instead, you kissed his cheek and went back to breathing in his scent.

“Y/N.” He said quietly.

“Hm?”

“My lips.” It was as if he thought you forgot, as if he was reminding you; you didn’t forget, though. You smiled semi-mischievously, realizing he hadn’t picked up on your teasing.

You looked up at him again and acted as though you were going to kiss him. To catch him off guard, you paused right before you did so and pecked the corner of his mouth. His face morphed from content to annoyance.

“What?” You tried to sound pure and innocent, as if you didn’t know what you were doing.

“You know what. Kiss my lips.” You couldn’t hide your smirk as he spoke. He almost sounded needy, like he had to have you kiss his lips. You pretended to think for a second. Then, you kissed the corner of his mouth again. He leaned into you this time, trying to make you kiss his lips, but to no avail. You dodged his efforts and continued to pepper smooches everywhere but his mouth.

Dabi groaned, eyeing you with an even more annoyed look than before.

“I don’t want to beg, Y/N, kiss my lips.” He almost demanded. “Not my neck, not my cheek, my lips.” You let out a laugh.

“But it’s so fun when you beg!”

“It’s not fun for me..” He grumbled. You almost felt bad, like you were actually doing something wrong by not kissing him on the mouth— not that that would stop you. When you wanted to do something, you were determined. And that something just so happened to be riling up your boyfriend.

So, you continued kissing him, getting ever so close to his mouth just to pull away at the last second. You could tell Dabi was getting frustrated, and that just made the experience all the more enjoyable. After a few more failed attempts of trying to make out with you, Dabi sighed loudly and sped up his vehicle once again.

“You are such a brat.” He hissed. “Stop teasing me.”

“Why? Is it working?”

“No— ‘ts not working. Cut it out.” Dabi denied.

“Seems like it is..” You mumbled to yourself.

“Only thing it’s doing is pissing me off.” You smiled smugly and cupped his face in your hand.

“Awh, I’m sorry baby.” You mocked his tone from earlier. Finally, you slowly kissed his lips, this time not pulling away.

Dabi leaned into you, perhaps more needily than he intended. He was starving for your touch. Your soft lips on his. His tongue easily slid into your mouth, intertwining with yours.

This man was yearning for you. You knew he wanted you, but damn, you didn’t know he wanted you this badly.

Your hands ran through Dabi’s surprisingly soft hair, massaging his scalp slightly. He was upset he couldn’t give you all of his undivided attention, what with also having to focus on the road. So, he did what any horny guy would do. He pulled over to the side of the road and effortlessly shifted your hips so now you were straddling him.

“Think it’s time to get you back for what you did, love.” He sighed almost maliciously. You were in for a ride, and you had no one to blame but yourself.

🏷️’s : @rueclfer , @seneon !

[highhhfiveee]

safety net

pairing: pornstar!mike schmidt x blackfem!reader summary: y/n has a bad date. mike just so happens to be there to catch her. wc: 2.3k tags: fluff? angst? just exposition really. no mentions of porn or sex here! just mike being a hero and reader appreciating him errors in here as usual!

part two: 💸

you didn't really do dating.

you'd tried so many times before to no avail. things would start nicely, people making your laugh float into the air and your heart flutter, but it never got past that. anytime you start to think about these things seriously, the other party pulls away. you're always left in the dust, responsible for picking up the pieces of your heart, gluing them back together, and trying again.

it's exhausting and after your last failure, you're not sure you want to try again.

one chance encounter on a dating app changes your mind. you think it's so foolish how easily you fall into it, giggling and kicking your feet at yet another potential partner, but when your first date is coordinated successfully and the second and the third, you begin to feel safe enough to indulge.

for your fourth date, you've arrived at this fancy restaurant in the middle of the city. you're super done up, wearing a dress that you love but have to return in the morning and your tallest pair of heels. your hair is swept up just the way simon, your date, likes it. you never liked it this way, but he calls you "so beautiful" when he sees you like this, and it makes your blood rush in your ears so you wear it up any time you're around him.

simon was nice, but you didn't have much in common; he was a straight-edge tech guy. he went to bed at 10 every night and woke up at 6 every morning, planning his days out in five-minute increments (he'd excitedly showed you his planner and you had to pretend that you were very very interested 💔).

you, on the other hand, woke up at noon on days you didn't have to work, going to bed at 4 am the night before. you never knew what to do and your apartment was covered in sticky notes donning different tasks: "read book". "wash dishes". "mail off package".

you two managed nice, small talk-ish conversation and he made you feel pretty. the only thing you two had in common was your love for coffee.

you're seated at your table and all goes well up until you receive the check, although you're a little bored. you're picking at your dessert and wondering if the art on the walls is real as simon opens the billbook and slides a card in there.

"i have to go to the bathroom. be right back," he stands, craning his head down to place a kiss on your cheek, and then you're alone, finally tuning into the din of the restaurant. it's busier than you realized.

your waitress takes your bill and leaves to tender you out. simon is still using the bathroom, and at first, it's not worrying. you wouldn't be surprised if he got lost on the way there, but after ten minutes, you start to worry.

the waitress returns to your table and you think you're fine to leave, but she sets the billbook on the table, stating, "did you have another form of payment? it said this card was expired."

you shake your head, anxiously blinking your eyes. "expired?" you open the book to see the $400 total at the bottom of your receipt and simon's card tucked behind the plastic pouch. you take it out and inspect the expiration date. three years gone.

"i--i, uh," you begin to panic. you had no idea what to do. you didn't have $400 in your bank account, $405.72 less than that actually. you didn't have anyone to call to spot you; what normal person had a casual $400 to throw at a friend for dinner? if you called your mom, she would laugh over the receiver the whole time, hanging up on you.

the waitress is staring at you, expectantly, but you can't even meet her gaze. in your alarm, you scanned your eyes around the restaurant and caught simon, in his very noticeable purple suit jacket, speed-walking towards the entrance of the restaurant.

you shoot to your feet, taking off your heels, wrangling up your other belongings and dashing after him.

you hear the waitress shout, "ma'am!" behind you but there's no stopping you. what are you gonna do, pay for the meal?

you're pushing yourself in between other patrons, forgetting your manners. you're hyperfocused on simon, keeping track of his head bobbing through the throng of people.

he's made it outside just a little before you, using a brisk pace to walk down the sidewalk.

"simon!" you yell, watching him speed up a bit until he's a phantom around the corner. "simon!!!"

there are some stragglers outside, just a few eyes on the frantic girl holding her heels and screaming. you're sure they think you're drunk, but you don't care.

you scream simon's name one more time. it's shrill and blood-curdling and something you'd never expect to come out of you. you didn't get upset like this, and you know you're truly upset when you feel a tear hit your arm.

you rarely cried, but here you were, breaking down on the sidewalk outside one of the most expensive restaurants in the state. you take a despondent seat on a bench, trying to catch your breath and stop crying. you take your hair down childishly, and the thought of simon liking it sends you back into tears.

you're a blubbering, snot-covered mess when mike sees you. he's exiting the restaurant, asking for his car from valet when he notices you on the bench, staring blankly into the air.

you're beautiful, and he's unsure as to why you're sitting here in tears. no one else decides to check on you. he takes the initiative.

his hand reaches out to your shoulder and it makes you jump, shouting at him to back away from you. he holds up his hands, muttering, "hey, hey. i'm sorry, i don't want to hurt you. i just wanted to ask if you were okay."

you don't expect the voice that comes out of him. its suburban, syrupy tone doesn't quite match his look; his hair is freshly cut and it feels like there's not a single wrinkle in any of his clothes. they look quality, and expensive. the rings adorning most of his fingers give off the same vibe.

great. one of these guys.

"i'm fine," you snap, wiping at your congested nose with the back of your hand. "i don't need saving, especially not from a nice guy like you."

mike laughs, and you're embarrassed to admit to yourself that you like how it sounds.

"who said i was a nice guy? i just asked if you were okay." you shrink away, avoiding his eyes.

"it's not my fault that you give that off. sounds like a you problem."

mike doesn't stop talking to you, which is surprising. even with all the disrespect, he sits beside you and rummages along the inside of his jacket for something to give you.

you don't admit it, but you're thankful for the small plastic package of tissues. "everyone has problems. there seems to be one plaguing you right now," he leans into your shoulder, eyeing you intently. "wanna tell me what it is?"

you're still cleaning yourself up, taking another tissue out to wipe at your ruined makeup when the waitress marches out of the restaurant with two burly security guards behind her. she points to you with zeal, announcing, "that's her."

the security guards make their way over to you, disregarding mike as he asks, "woah, woah, what's going on?"

"this young lady tried to skip out on her bill." you shake your head irritably, standing to your feet. you're not even half the height of these dudes.

"i didn't, my date did. he put an expired card down to pay and then used the bathroom excuse to get out of it." mike shakes his head. in what world would someone try to escape a date with you?

"makes sense, but you still have to pay for the meal."

"how the fuck am i supposed to do that?" you screech, crossing your arms over your chest. "i don't have any money. i have to return this stupid fucking dress in the morning just so i can pay my rent."

the dress is nice. it's a black satin maxi dress with thin straps and a slit up the side. it's fairly simple, but mike can't deny how well it fits you, and how good you look in it.

"i don't know what you're going to do, but you better do something or we're going to have to call the police."

"fucking call them! i don't care," you retort, and so begins your back and forth with the security personnel.

"you don't care?"

"no."

"are you an idiot? you just don't care?"

"okay, one, i'm not an idiot and two, i really don't. this whole situation is fucking stupid. i can't pay the bill, okay? i don't know what to tell you."

"my mom always said that as a female, you should never be broke. maybe it's time for you to stand on that corner right there in that pretty dress and sell your---" the man is cut off by a sharp "hey, watch yourself. i'll fucking kill you." from mike. he steps to the security guards, who retreat a little when they realize he's not joking.

you don't know this man, not even his name, but he asked you if you were okay then and now, he's standing up for you, even after you accused him of being a nice guy. you make a mental note to apologize to him after all of this.

"i'll pay the fucking bill. how much is it?"

"it's $400, mr. schmidt," the waitress says, her face awash with red. Last name basis? How often did he come to this expensive ass restaurant?

mike looks at you and then back to the waitress, saying, "charge it to my tab. tip the bill." The waitress nods excitedly, echoing, "thank you, thank you, thank you" as she scurries back inside with the security guards. They give mike dirty looks the entire way back, giving up just before disappearing into oblivion.

mike faces you. He's a little disheveled in the eyes, the irritation he holds inside written all over his face. somehow, even his scowl is attractive.

you rub your hands over your goosebumped arms, the chill in the air wildly apparent. mike is instantly shrugging his jacket off and draping it over your shoulders, giving you a friendly smile. it's warm inside, and smells like the expensive department store colognes you snuck samples of as a kid. for some reason, you feel at ease.

"i'm sorry about your date. he sounds like a dickhead."

"yeah," you agree, biting at your cracked bottom lip. "i guess it's my fault. i really shouldn't have trusted a guy who planned his day by fives."

"hours?"

"minutes."

mike sucks air between his teeth, cringing at your words. "he sounds like a psychopath."

"maybe he was," you hum, using the lapels of mike's coat to pull it tighter around you. "dodged bullet."

"dodged bullet," he repeats, smirking down at you. his hazel eyes sparkle. you don't know why you feel so... positively unnerved yet tranquil in his presence. who was this man?

"mr. schmidt?" a valet worker in all white exits an expensive-looking, deep gray sports car. the interior looks like a spaceship, and you can't help but crane your neck a little further to get a better look.

you're not paying attention as the worker drops the keys into mike's hand and mike hands him a hundred-dollar bill he fished from his pocket. you're just focused on the car, wondering a million things. how much was it? how was its gas mileage? did it take premium gas or something more?

"do you need a ride home?" mike holds the keys up, jangling them in front of your face. you connect the dots and let out a loud belly laugh, completely blindsided.

"this is your car?"

"i...think so?" he teases, watching the happiness fall from your face. a ride home. why would you want to go home to be alone, once again collecting the jagged pieces of your broken heart from the floor?

mike instantly stiffens. "that was a joke," he clarifies, but you dismiss it with a raise of your hand.

"no no, it was fine, funny even. i just...i don't want to go home right now."

"do you want to come back to mine?" mike doesn't know if it's too forward, but it doesn't hurt to try. you needed company, and nothing would ever compel him to leave you here after everything. he catches the way your face twitches and raises his hands in defense again. "no funny business, i promise. just so you're safe, and not alone tonight."

you don't think over it very long. you'd been to plenty of strangers' houses, and this was only one night. you were sure you could trust this man. after your date from hell and nearly going to jail, what was the harm?

"okay, i'll come. thank you," you muse as mike leads you to the passenger side of his car. he opens the door for you, and you crane your head to him before you sit down. you're so close you can see the flecks in his hazel eyes, the freckles dusting the bridge of his nose, every single individual hair that peppers his jaw and mouth. it makes you forget your name.

"i'm y/n, by the way." he nods and smiles at you, wide and bright. suddenly, your legs feel like noodles.

"nice to meet you, y/n. i'm mike."

"mike," you repeat as you lower yourself into his car. "mike."

who knew where this would lead you?

been up all night writing this ayyeeeee, i write SO MUCH! going to work on writing blurbs, i promiseeeeeee. also this is very cute. i'm excited to delve into their story because it will be mostly pwp (for ficlets and blurbs) but definitely more structured for longer fics. can't wait to see where it goes!

[princessbrunette]

More rafeeee please help me get through my college apps with this

you’d been so fucking hyper today. rafe was stressed, he had a billion and two things on his mind — head reeling about business or his dad or his sisters or whatever bullshit decided to fly his way— and you had the audacity to be clinging onto his arm, barely dragging your little kitten heels to walk, mouth running constantly like an engine. he didn’t like being cruel to you, mainly because he wanted you to stay — but you were pushing it. if he clenched his jaw any harder he fears it might break.

come evening, he’s holding your hips down to the bed and rocking your shit. hard. you forget how huge he is most days when you’re beside him because you’re so used to it — it’s only when you’re under him and he’s covering you like a blanket, trapping you to the mattress that you appreciate it to its full extent. he pants, squinting at you as he holds himself up with one arm, stilling for a moment to talk. “this all it takes to calm you down? some dick? jesus christ…” you’re fucked out by this point, only meeting his glare with a gooey love struck expression and a fluttering cunt.

you swear he shakes his head as he continues the rhythm of the plap plap plap. “nothing to say now. that right?” his breath is warm and comforting on your skin, you don’t care about much else. “gotta do all the thinkin’ for the both of us don’t i?” it comes out more of a statement than a question, his rough hands jiggling at the fat of your hip.

“f-fuck…me…” you try, but it’s whiny and broken and unsure like you’ve never spoken before. he ticks his jaw, yanking you closer by the waist to get a better angle, his lips pursed and irritated.

“yeah, yeah. s’all you know isn’t it. fuck me.” he scoffs, pushing your knees up and getting back into his rhythm, beating away at your cervix. you mewl and clamp down hard. “that’s it, that’s the stuff.” he purs in that cruel nasally voice of his that only people with money can imitate.

“i don’t even wanna pull out, today.” he shrugs at you, still putting on a show despite being damn near breathless. his mouth turns downward when he shrugs in that careless way and you feel fat tears at the corner of each eye. maybe it’s because he’s mean, but you know primarily it’s because it feels so good. “i don’t think you deserve that respect right now. ‘cos where was that respect for me today, sweetheart? maybe it’ll put you in your fuckin’ place, finally.” he grits his teeth and speeds up. jesus, what a psycho.

“please.” you squeak.

“‘please’ as in do it or ‘please’ as in don’t. doesn’t matter what you want, but i’m curious.” his mouth gapes a little when he waits for your answer. he’s still cute in that boyish way even when he talks to you like this. red in the cheeks, curtained hair sticking to his forehead unevenly.

“i don’t know!” you cry out, going to cover your face or wipe your tears, whatever one comes first. he bats your hands away carelessly and leans forward again over you, pinning you down with his body weight and cantering his hips to grind into you.

“course you don’t.” he whispers, and he stops being mean after that. maybe he actually felt bad, or maybe your pussy’s just that good — wiping out his attitude completely.

[tkaulitzlvr]

can u do more tom fluff please !! <3 i luv ur work !!

COMFORT - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: when your dreaded time of the month comes at an inconvenient time, tom takes it upon himself to make the pain as bearable as possible, not leaving your side the entire day.

content: fluff

a/n: thanku sm for the request - someone requested this scenario directly but i’ve lost it cause tumblr is BROKEN, but omg this took hours cause tumblr kept glitching i hate this app sometimes. for some reason i’ve had so many requests for fluff recently lol, i don’t write it often so decide to switch things up a little. and i also hit 600 followers whilst writing this so thank you so much!!💗

the tightening pain in my stomach is the first thing my body registers when it awakes, one that is unable to be mistaken for anything else. the room is still dark, curtains not allowing any light to leak through their cracks, signalling that i probably shouldn't be awake right now, however i soon realise that sleep doesn't seem a possibility as the pain begins to worsen. clutching my lower abdomen, i soon realise that the sheets below me feel strangely damp, my eyes widening at the thought that crosses my mind, praying for the reality to be anything but what i am imagining. though when my free hand reaches to pull the covers over my frame, my eyes widen in embarrassment, a loud groan leaving my lips once i spot the deep shade of red that soaks into the once pearly white cotton.

tom sleeps peacefully beside me, his arm draped loosely around my torso, mouth slightly parted as weak snores escape it. though his slumber doesn't last much longer, his eyes fluttering open when i slowly climb out of the bed, hand reaching out aimlessly to find it empty, instead of the presence of my body beside his own. he soon becomes more alert at my disappearance, eyes fully opening to scan the room, soon softening once he spots me standing just a few feet away, clutching at my stomach whilst taking slow sips from the glass of water that sits on my bedside table.

"schatz, what are you doing up at this time? come back into bed, it's getting cold without you." he mutters, voice low and groggy, still thick with sleep, clearly not able to stay awake much longer. his eyes squint through the darkness, trying to make out my figure more clearly, unable to distinguish the discomfort etched upon my face. but when i don't respond, he soon picks up on the fact that something isn't right, sitting upright and clearing his throat, though it isn't enough to disguise the lethargy evident in his voice.

"baby? what's wrong? c'mon, get into bed." he is becoming more concerned, our close proximity making it impossible for me to not have heard him, that idea quickly being ruled out as he considers the endless reasons for my silence. but the true reality of the situation hits when a quiet sniffle escapes my mouth, followed by the presence of tears welling up, creating a glassy sheet over my irises, reminding me how dramatically emotional i get when the time of the month hits - just about anything enough to make me burst into tears.

he shuffles slightly in the bed, his brows furrowing when his leg brushes over the wet spot in the sheets, hand following the same pattern mine did just minutes ago, lifting the covers up as the realisation soon hits him, his face quickly softening. though his calm reaction isn't enough to console me, even when his eyes, filled with pure concern, lift up from the dark red patch imprinted on the material, the tears now running down my cheeks before i can apologise.

"oh honey..." he trails off, stepping out of bed and tiredly walking over to the spot on the other side of the room where i stand, his arms quickly wrapping themselves around my trembling frame, one hand reaching upward to run through my hair lazily. my sobs are muffled into his bare chest, own hands wrapping around his waist as i move closer into his embrace. in quick and short bursts, my breathing speeds up, usually reduced to its normal rate by the kisses that tom places into my hair, his voice gently hushing me as his arms maintain their steady hold on my waist.

"hey hey hey, c'mon baby, don't get upset, it's okay. don't worry, i'll clean it up, okay?" his voice is barely above a whisper, soft and calm, the tone calming my nerves and the guilt that sets in for ruining the sheets, no matter how insignificant it seems to him. he seems to sense my continued discomfort, and after placing one faint kiss to my forehead, pulls away, his hands still resting loosely on my waist before his gaze travels downward, registering the faint stain on my small shorts.

"i'm sorry." i hiccup, gesturing to both the stained sheets and my clothing, feeling utterly humiliated knowing that he is looking at me like this, having disturbed his sleep for nothing. he seems confused by my apology, lips curving into a slight frown as his eyes soften, taking in my guilty state, not understanding why i am so ashamed.

"why are you sorry? it's just an accident, i can get fresh sheets, and you can put clean clothes on. don't stress, everything is fine." his eyes look into mine, searching for any sign of me calming down and understanding where he is coming from, though i am unable to mirror his relaxed approach, having blown the whole thing so out of proportion that the guilt begins to eat me up inside. "how about i run you a bath? i'll change the sheets, and get you some fresh clothes, hm?"

i nod weakly at his suggestion, a soft smile creeping upon his face in response. the pain habituating within my lower stomach suddenly intensifies, my face twisting in discomfort as my body almost doubles over, tom quickly moving to hold me up, one hand coming upward to rub slow circles across my abdomen, his other resting on my back as my eyes squeeze shut.

"you're okay, deep breaths." he whispers, studying my face intently, slowing the rhythm of his hand on my stomach once he watches the discomfort ease, my face returning to its normal expression. the warmth of his hand resting on my stomach, paired with the gentleness of his gaze acts as the perfect natural remedy, the cramp subsiding temporarily as i force a weak smile, straightening my posture and meeting tom's gaze, only his continues to be filled with concern.

he holds his hand out, gesturing me to take it, giving my own a gentle squeeze once i do, before leading me into the bathroom adjacent to our bedroom. the firm grasp of his touch picks me up, placing me gently on the counter in one swift movement, his thumbs absent-mindedly grazing the skin of my stomach as they slide underneath my small crop top, their soft touch easing the dull aching pain there just a little, making it that small bit easier to cope with the discomfort. if that wasn't enough, his body threads it's way between my legs as they dangle off of the counter, standing in between them whilst his thumbs reach upward, wiping the tears that reside along my cheeks, and drying the fresh ones that form along my waterline.

his movements are careful, kind and gentle in an attempt to soothe me more than he already has, intent on relieving the stress in any way that he could, doing so seeming like his duty, the silent reward of my contentment all he needs to prompt him to continue, until the only evidence of my upset is the rosy tint that spreads across my cheeks. once satisfied with his work, his hands move to rest on my thighs, his touch forming goosebumps over the skin, whilst his face nears my own. his lips collide with mine ever so gently, pecking them repeatedly, the contact so tender that i almost don't feel it, though the love that radiates from each movement reminds me that the moment is real, and enough to make me forget about the pain, even if it is only for a few seconds.

"love you." he mumbles against my lips, smiling softly and kissing them once more. my cheeks heat up at his words, heart tugging at its strings, realising that no matter how long we have been together, his ability to make me blush with the smallest of actions is long lived, and i don't think that it will ever go away.

"love you too." i smile slowly, the moment only lasting a few seconds as he pulls me into a short hug, fingers fiddling with the waistband of my shorts, reminding me that they need changing, the feeling of them making me cringe. he steps back for a second, only to walk toward the bathtub, twisting the taps on as gushes of hot water begin to spill from them, the tub quickly filling up.

"get in meine liebe, i'll be right back." he says, gesturing towards the bath and shooting me another warm smile before his figure disappears from the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. my feet step out of the dirty shorts, picking them up and tossing them into the laundry basket, my crop top soon following. my hands fiddle with the strands of hair falling at my shoulder blades, scooping them upward and tying them into a messy ponytail, my body quickly shivering from the lack of warmth that my clothing had brought.

i step into the tub, sinking further and further into the water as its heat envelops my body, my shoulders quickly falling, eyes closing in satisfaction as quiet breaths leave my parted lips. the silence is calming somehow, distracting me from the pain that comes and goes, though i soon long for tom to return, wondering what has taken him so long, needing to feel his embrace despite the comfort that the water brings. so i quietly wait, fingers tracing the outline of the large bathtub, droplets of water forming along the exposed skin of my arms, the drowsiness that takes over only increasing, my eyes on the verge of falling shut, until the sound of footsteps nearing the room soon turns my attention toward the door, my face lighting up when tom walks through it.

his hands hold a t-shirt, neatly folded and freshly washed, the material spreading out and creasing slightly once he places it on the counter, revealing a fresh pair of panties and some tampons wrapped within it, my heart melting at his thoughtfulness, the smallest of things being what make me aware of how lucky i am to have him. his attention turns towards me quickly, clearly determined to take care of me despite his tired eyes and the dark circles that habituate beneath them. he walks over to the bathtub, crouching beside it and dipping his fingers aimlessly into the hot water.

"how are you feeling?" he takes my face in his hands, pulling it closer toward him carefully and kissing my forehead lightly after speaking, keeping his fingers resting against my cheek, thumb running up and down it comfortingly, whilst his free hand brushes the loose strands of hair behind my ears.

"better." i say, offering him a genuine smile, sitting up slightly to better my view of him.

"i got you one of my t-shirts to change into. i tried to find your favourite, you know, the red one? i searched the whole house, but i couldn't find it anywhere, i'm sorry baby. but i found another one that i know you wear sometimes, the white one with the purple writing, i hope it's okay-"

i let out a soft chuckle at his rambling, repeating his motion just seconds ago and wrapping my hand around the nape of his neck, cutting off his voice with my lips, pulling back after a few seconds, giggling slightly at his genuine concern over a t-shirt. he struggles to see what is so funny, though his eyes narrow in confusion, a soft smile mirroring my own spreads across his face at my own happiness. "it's okay baby, thank you."

he stands up, clearing his throat and wiping his hands that had gotten slightly wet on his sweatpants. "i'll give you some space, i'm in the bedroom if you need me, okay schatz?"

though before he can exit the room, or even get within a few steps distance of the door, my hand reaches out, wrapping around his wrist lazily. he stops in his tracks, turning around swiftly to face me once again, eyes softening at my pleading look, already assuming what i am going to ask. he had always been good at that, guessing what i will say, before my mouth had chance to utter the words, and this time proves no different, his body taking one step toward the tub.

"can you get in with me?" i ask, looking upwards with pleading eyes, widening them in an attempt to convince him, my hand squeezing his wrist gently. i know what the answer will be, certain that he would never refuse a chance to lay beside me, despite the frequency that we do so anyway.

"yeah, sure." he nods calmly, quickly reaching to tug the only item of clothing that he is wearing down, the grey sweatpants pooling at his feet. he drags them off, folding them neatly and placing them beside my fresh change of clothes on the counter. my body moves forward, giving him room to climb in behind me, and he soon does so, resting his back firmly against the bathtub. he gets comfy, sinking into the water and stretching his legs out as my body rests in between them. after a few seconds, he snakes his arms around my waist, using his secure grip to pull me backward, my back resting firmly against his chest.

his fingers sit on my stomach, tracing circles over the skin, applying more pressure when i would sigh out in pain, gently massaging the cramping away, all whilst his lips would place quick kisses into my hair, though some would linger for a few seconds, often followed with the simple phrase 'i love you', each time he would utter them leaving me in the same state - a light shade of red creeping onto my cheeks whilst my lips curved into a small smile. he would always acknowledge my flustered state, though never tease me about it as he would in any other circumstance, deciding on savouring the peaceful moment, scared to ruin the tenderness of it, as it is memories like this which will be cherished forever.

though there are a few times when his head would dip downward, lips ghosting the skin of my neck, testing the waters between loving and lustful, but he knows that there is nothing sexual about this moment, knowing better than to create something sensual out of it. so he keeps his touches caring, the pads of his fingers running up and down my sides, eyes sparkling with joy as i can sense the cheesy grin on his face from behind.

though his sleep is put on the line, he seems to show no regret for choosing me over his slumber, standing up slowly and taking my hand, his other resting gently on my waist as he helps me exit the bath, following afterward and finding a towel big enough for the both of us. his arms open outward, gesturing me to come closer, and when my body nears his, naked frame pressed against his own, his arms close around us, the towel providing us with some warmth, though the majority of heat felt comes from what radiates from tom's body as he continues to keep his arms wrapped around me, refusing to increase the distance between us.

we stay like this for a few minutes, bodies against each other, swaying side to side ever so slowly, his chin resting on top of my head, a peaceful silence between us until he steps back, handing me his t-shirt. he tugs his own clothes on, cleaning up the bathroom whilst i fix myself up, his gentle hand coming to rest at my back once i am finished.

"c'mon, let's go back to bed, you must be tired." he says, walking us both into the bedroom. by now, light had managed to leak into the room through the curtains, a medley of ambers and pinks melting across the walls, though i barely acknowledge this, my focus instead on the bed in the centre of the room. it is freshly made, dressed with crisp white sheets, the dirty ones nowhere to be seen.

tom collapses onto the bed, his head delving into the pillow as i fall onto the mattress, only alone for a few seconds as he quickly pulls me into his side, arms wrapping tightly around my waist, fingers playing with the hem of his t-shirt, hiking it upward from its previous position where it rested just above my knees, the majority of tom's clothing insanely big on me, though i don't mind. he places the covers over our bodies, legs intertwined as i lay practically on top of him, this not enough for tom as he drags me closer, my chest against his. after getting comfortable and making sure that i am too, his head buries into my neck, placing a few gentle kisses there as a silent way of saying 'i love you', though his verbal confirmation comes soon after as he tiredly utters the three words, muffled by the skin of my shoulder.

"thank you for helping me. i'm sorry about the sheets." i mumble, his head soon reappearing from where it had rested, a soft chuckle leaving his lips at my repeated apology.

"it's what i'm here for. i'll always be here to help you, and you don't have to be sorry about it either. it's just some sheets, you're much more important. now get some sleep, okay? i'll be right here when you wake up." he kisses my lips softly before i can respond, only this one is much longer than the ones we had shared earlier, his hand moving to cup my cheek, only pulling away for breath when he can no longer kiss back.

"i love you." i whisper against his lips, eyes fluttering open and shut as i find myself becoming increasingly tired, quickly uttering confirmation of my love towards him before i fall asleep, snuggling further into his embrace as he gives my waist a gentle squeeze.

"i love you too schatz, more than you'll ever know."

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[mysteriesmuse]

MusicStudent Katsuki Bakugou who’s the same grade and is a member of the ensemble you’re in this semester. As a percussionist he has a lot of spare time in his hands in orchestra and even more at a fantastic vantage point. There’s the barrier of percussion instruments that separates them onto their own little world — the set up spanning across the entire back of the rehearsal room as they all fly back and forth past each other to get to their multiple part assignments. — he’s got a lot of accessory assignments for this semester; and the fact of holding claves, triangles, swiping chimes, and slamming car engines means he’s relatively on the move. However, it also means he’s not assigned to anything during part of rehearsal — that means he can leave early at times. Which coincidentally happens to align with some of the pieces that you’re not assigned on. Not that you couldn’t perform them, but rather there’s no need for you to be there since they cut down on parts for this one piece in particular. But when you are both playing Katsuki tends to rely on his sense of time as his gaze wanders from the conductor to your chair. As he sits in the throne behind the timpani he gets the perfect view of you and your side profile. The perfect spot to overhear your light chatter - to read your micro expressions - to see the way you’ve dressed and the way you slightly mark your music. Katsuki snickers at the way you make haste to make an accusing face at the trombone players for wrong notes or overblasting tone. Katsuki twitches when he hears you frack a note waiting for the flashes of second hand embarrassment to touch your ears, but you pout and sheepishly shrug it away the only tinges of red as tingly thing in his chest. Katsuki who watches you pout your lips and talk as you slather in chapstick during the break and crack open an electrolyte powder into your water bottle and shake it up as the start of every rehearsal.

And you cradle that water bottle with you out into the hallway when you’re not needed and the two of you stand outside in the hallway together — that’s where he learned what you like to eat and drink and how you liked your boba order. And it’s on one day where the schedule declares that you’re on duty for the entire rehearsal and he isn’t that he decides to talk a walk; opening his notes app to make sure he gets your order right, your favorite flavor. And he stops at the boba truck that’s permanently parked on the right side of campus every afternoon and orders you both one. Walking back with the spring sunshine on his face and a black baseball cap sporting the university logo on it with two bobas in hand. The sweet cool breeze mingle with the chill sugary boba on his lips. The jelly tapioca pearls a familiar serotonin inviting sensation in his mouth. The calloused skin on his fingertips getting damp with the condensation - except it’s all more than worth it when he greats you after rehearsal in the room. Katsuki catches you as your packing up a red eye watching your form as the everything gets packed away into the gig bag. He waits until you’re ready and have turned for the door that he calls for you, “Oi’ I got you something,” shaking the second boba in the air. The slow and steady tortoise like walk you has speeds up as you dodge the playful fleeting fist bumps and voices of your cello and trombone friends. You flutter to a halt in the middle of the hallway. “No way, thank you ‘tsuki!”

He grins with a shrug, “You were talking about it before rehearsal and I had some off-time today. S’ no biggy.” The grin you have and the contact of your grabby hands against his has him laughing as you place your lips around the straw like a toddler. “I know you’re a purest about the instrument food thing.” After your enthuastic sip he adds, “Wanna pack up and walk around campus for a while to enjoy these?” He notes you’re dressed for it. In your cute tank top and breezy collared crochet button shirt — you worked on it all last semester and have been loathe to be found without it now that the real nice spring weather has arrived. “Yeah totally, let me put this away first and we can go!” And Katsuki watches you disappear for a few minute before you reappear and playfully knock shoulders with him as he holds the door open for you on the way out into the glorious March sunshine.

[akaakeis]

CONGRATS ON 100 FOLLOWERS SAV!!!!! YOU DESERVE IT AND SO MUCH MORE!

for the event!! Which is super cool btw!

im going to the neighbours room with a knife... taking a special mixtape and sheet music w/ me..... and ofc I'll bring my baby nishinoya !!!

for the song.. if i have 2 choose.. hmmm....... rollerskates by end of the world !!! or peach eyes by w2e!!

midnight skates — nishinoya y.

cw: none? i think? but not proofread  ||  wc: 671

— for my dear @laughingfcx <3  ||  event

🎶 — rollerskates - end of the world

the night felt uncomfortable and sticky, the remains of summer still hanging over the weather. your room felt much too hot and humid to fall asleep in. all you did for about an hour was toss and turn, shifting pillows to the side, blankets, everything, in an attempt to be able to fall asleep. for once in a long time, you had decided to fall asleep early, and now you weren't even able to fall asleep. rich, wasn't it?

with extreme frustration, you threw yourself out of bed, groaning. it's not like you can go out to the living room and watch tv or eat something— that would risk waking someone up. doing the only think that you knew you could do, you picked up your phone. the bright screen cast a blueish-white light onto your face. your eyes browse the apps on your home screen until you find the little messages app icon. you click on noya's profile, typing out a message reading "i can't sleep :("

after a couple beats of silence, you see the typing bubble at the bottom left of your screen as he types out a reply to you. the message comes back through to you, reading "sorry love :( we can stay up together then." the message makes a small smile creep onto your face. he was so sweet.

your fingers tap at the screen, and you hit the send button, writing a text that says "meet me at the park with your roller skates instead." he immediately replied back to you, saying "see you in 5."

with that done, you slipped on a hoodie and grabbed your own roller skates, quietly moving about the house. it'd be so bad if you'd woken someone up right now. you creep out of the house, shutting the door as softly as possible, lacing up your roller skates on as you sit on the porch. finally tying them, you roll off to the park excitedly. your pajama pants flutter behind you, clinging to your legs as you skate on, full speed ahead.

by the time you make it to the park, noya is already skating around, waiting for you. subconsciously, you start to smile. his hair is all down and he's in his pajamas. he looks so precious this way. 

"yuu," you call out to him. he turns around, smiling widely. he waves at you, skating over happily.

"hey." he skids to a stop, engulfing you in a hug. "you alright? why couldn't you sleep?"

"yeah, i'm fine," you laugh, "it's nothing, just too humid." you hug him back, squeezing him really hard. "i missed you."

he smiles, burying his face into your hair. "missed you too! c'mon, let's skate." after saying that, he lets go of you, grabbing your hand and pulling you off into the park.

you snort, following him as you struggle to keep up. "wait up, wait up!" you laugh, trying to use your body weight to slow him down. you're practically just rolling behind him. 

"keep up!" he exclaims, swinging you in front of him. you're now rolling backwards as he holds onto your hand.

"oh my gosh." you let go of his hand in amusement. "hey, let's race? i get a head start-!" you immediately speed off, trying to get as far as possible before noya starts catching up.

"oh you're sneaky," he says amusedly, skating after you. after only 15 seconds, he's caught up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "boo!"

you gasp, startled by the sudden embrace. "what the heck," you laugh. "yuu, you're so fast, it's seriously annoying."

"i'm just better than you," he teases. "wanna try again, then?"

you roll your eyes. this wasn't a battle worth fighting— you knew you'd lose if you raced him again. that's fine by you; you love him.

the night was filled with giggles and the whir of both of your skates' wheels. you spent the night spinning around the park with yuu. who needed sleep when he was there, after all?

a/n :

THANK YOU LINA!! this is was so fun to write <33 first request down!! ugh i love noya sm :(

[swallowtailcherry]

Divine Devourer

Record Of Ragnarok Various x Chaotic!Celestial being!Reader

A bit of a crackfic because I'm like that so be prepared for hints of that!

This is also gender neutral and it's pretty short because it's a prologue.

I'm also giving you some animal companions because I said so-

Prologue - Am I Dead?

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It was just a normal winter day. The sky was clear and blue, snow covered the ground and most of the animals are in hibernation.

But a certain (h/c) person was going down a hill at speeds equal to a bullet train on a sled, laughing as they slide down. You threw your arms up, turning around a tree. As you slide down a flat surface, you crashed into a boulder. Thankfully, you had no serious injuries, but your sled was destroyed.

"Aww.... My sled's broken..." You muttered, holding up some pieces of the broken sled. You suddenly laughed, turning your hand a bit while it started to glow. The pieces of the sled moved around, going into its places and soon, the sled was all brand new, not a single trace of damage on it.

"Good as new." You said to yourself, smiling at the newly repaired sled. You looked up at the sky, noticing that it was getting dark and decided to head back home. As soon as you entered your home, a small blur of pink came rushing at you, jumping into your arms. It was one of your animal companions, and she was excited to see you again.

"Hello to you too, Yume." You said, hugging the small creature close to your chest. Yume is a small pale pink fox with six fluffy tails and dark pink doe like eyes. (She basically looks like a fusion between a Vulpix and an Alcremie. I'm a bit of a Pokemon player lmao) She was a dream spirit, one of the rarest creatures in your world.

"Mei!" Yume exclaimed, rubbing her head against your chest. You held Yume and walked to the back of your home, which held most of your other animal companions. Your biggest one was a massive serpent with shiny scales and ocean blue eyes. She looked at you and nudged your head. You laughed and put Yume down, pulling out two cooked alligators. (Don't ask, just roll with it 😂)

"Hungry, girl?" You asked, holding up the two alligators to your serpent. She sniffed the alligators and chewed on them, eating it slowly. You smiled at her, patting her head as she ate the two alligators.

"Guess you were. Good night." You said, patting all of your animal companions and telling them good night. You exited the room and made your way to your room, with Yume following you all the way. You hopped in your bed, laying down as Yume got into a pouncing position, wagging her butt and jumped up on the bed. She approached you and curled up into a ball, purring in her sleep. You stroked her fur, feeling yourself falling asleep.

"Night, Yume...." You mumbled.

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"...... Wake up..... Wake up, miss." An unfamiliar voice whispered. You felt hands shaking your shoulders gently, repeatedly telling you to wake up. You slowly opened your eyes, your vision a bit blurry but it became clear after you fluttered them a couple of times. You groaned, sitting up from what seemed like a sort of infirmary.

"Ugh, who's there?..." You groaned out, yawning and rubbing your eyes. The person who was trying to wake you up was a young girl who looked like an teenager. The girl had light purple hair and green eyes. She wore a orange jacket over a white shirt along with black shorts and one long black sock. She also wore shoes that looked modern.

"You're awake! I thought you were dead." The girl spoke, looking a bit scared of you. You just stared at her for a full minute before you jumped out of the bed.

"HOLY MOTHER OF STARS, WHERE AM I AND WHERE ARE MY CHILDREN?!" You shouted out, pulling out your weapon. The girl screamed in fear, backing away from you.

"I DON'T KNOW WHERE THEY ARE! DON'T KILL ME, PLEASE!" The girl begged, using her arms to shield her face. You immediately calmed down, lowering your weapon and gave her a smile.

"Okay!" You answered, a flowery aura appearing around you. The girl was shocked at the sudden change of your behaviour. She lowered her arms down, taking some steps towards you.

"So.... Are you a goddess?" She asked hesitantly.

"Well, yes, but actually no." You answered, leaving the girl confused. You froze when a woman with dark hair and the same eyes as the girl come in the room.

"You're awake. Good." The woman spoke, looking at you with a neutral expression on her face. You had to admit, she was pretty, especially with the wing clip in her hair. You blinked at the woman.

"Who the hell are you two?" You finally asked, pointing at both of the females. Seemingly recognising your divine aura, the woman bowed down.

"Forgive us. I am the eldest sister of the Valkyries, Brunhilde. And this is Göll, the youngest sister." Brunhilde introduced herself and the girl named Göll.

"Okay, but where am I? Am I dead?" You asked. Brunhilde got up and straighten her attire and cleared her throat.

"No, you're in Valhalla." That answer made you short circuit. That was the last place you wanted to be in.

"WHHHHHAAAATTTTTT?!"

[markpellegrinoimagines]

Cell

Summary: What if The reader gets Lucifer a phone and now has to teach him how to use it?

TW: None

Fluff

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Y/n P.o.V

The box felt heavy in my hand as I peeled back the thin shrink wrap plastic. It filled the room with a soft crinkle as I pushed the mess to the side and slipped the thin and light device from its protective box. The phone was one of the new models with a cheap payment plan set up for it. The screen lit uo as I swiped through apps and settings. My (E/c) eyes traveled over the device as I added my phone number as well as the few others I knew to the contact list. It only took a few minute to add My number, the Winchesters, and Gabriel under the speed dial options. The entire time I was doing this I could feel an inquisitive gaze digging into my back. Those Glacial blue eyes creating a trail of icy flame along my skin.

Lucifer had his head tilted in that way that all the angels seemed to do when interested or confused. I shot a look accompanied by a brow raise over my shoulder when the digging feeling of his eyes disappeared. I'd barely suppressed the flinch of surprise when the Fallen Angel was suddenly in the library chair on my right. The lips of Lucifers vessel quirked, his ancient gaze picking up in even the smallest of twitches.

I let out a small sigh, before spinning in my seat to face him directly. My smile was polite and without judgment as I look upon the devil sat beside me at the table. I could see his face relax briefly before the smirk was back.

"You seem to be quite invested in something over here, human." His tone was playful and pushy, like a child wanting to know what was going on.

"Ah, I'm setting Up a phone."

Those blue eyes of his blinked and the blond strands atop his head shifted with the slight tilt of his chin. "Did something happen with yours?"

"Oh no, this one isn't for me~" My smirk was small and teasing as I gently picked up the device from the surface of the table and then teasingly wiggled it beneath his nose. "It's yours!"

Lucifers face scrunched up as he looked down at the human communications device. "I have no need for such a pathetically inferior-"

"Lucifer..take the damn phone."

Blonde brows furrowed, and those chilling eyes snapped up to meet my own with a silent warning. I paid it no mind. However, Lucifer always seemed to be all talk whenever it came to the threats and warnings he'd thrown my way. My smile was exasperated and expectant as I wiggled it again.

"If You want to enjoy my presence~ All you have to do is, Pray, Human~"

The snort that forced its way past my lips was a strangled cackle. "You wish. No this is so you can communicate without having to fly everywhere."

The angel took the phone from my hand with a surpsingly gentle touch. I sat watching him as he turned it over in his hands.

My (h/c) brows hiked up my face, waiting for him to unlock the screen. But he just continued to stare down at it with a pinched expression.

"Do.. Do you need help..?"

Lucifers shoulders hunched up in a way that I knew meant he was on the defensive.

"I am Lucifer, I don't need the assistance of a mud monkey."

Irritation flared briefly before I smirked. "Then unlock the screen, Lucifer~"

His jaw ticked and clenched before the space he'd been perched in became empty air with a fluttering of feathers. He'd taken the phone with him...

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At some point during Lucifer extended stay within the Bunker, I'd become the unofficial go-between for the winchesters and the fallen angel. Currently, Dean wanted information on a hunt he and Sam were doing. Apparently, it involved an older demon that Lucifer could give them information on.

That's how I found myself standing in the doorway of Lucifers room. An amused glint sparked in my eyes as I took in the way Lucifer was sat on his bed like a frustrated teenager while somehow fumbling with the phone I'd gifted him the same way I'd seen some elderly humans do.

My hands lifted to my lips unsuccessfully, muffling the chuckle that slipped out. It was almost worth seeing the way his back straightened out, and lucifers head snapped in my direction with a surprised fall to his face like a child being caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

"You know, If you're struggling with the phone, You can just ask me to show you how it works."

"I am not-!!"

"Right.. You're the almighty and perfect Lucifer~ I got it."

The huff I received in response brought a roll to my eyes. Before the archangel could protest against it, I was walking into the room and settling myself on his bed beside him. Like he wasn't a being older than life on earth itself and could kill me with a twitch to his fingers. I held out my hand palm up expectantly, and slowly, the angel set the device there.

I spun the phone in my hand so that I could show him the small button on the side. "This turns it on and off, and a tap can lock the screen." A swift click, and the screen lit up, revealing the generic wallpaper. The angel didn't have a password or pin set up yet. So I just swiped my thumb across the glass to unlock it. "Let's start with the simple things first. The basics~."

I was leaning into the angels' space as I began going through the first few apps. "I've already added several contacts in here for you, including Mine and Gabriel's numbers."

"I see..."

I could nearly see the cogs turning in the blonds head as I continued scrolling through the different apps that came with the phone. He was thankfully a quick learner, I'd thought this was going to be like teaching Cas how to text all over again. But thankfully, even though the angel had been defensive, he seemed to actually be listening to everything I said.

Once we ran through the basics a few times, I felt a smirk pull at my lips again.

"Now it's time for the best part!"

I ignored the furrowing of brows and Lucifer hadn't been prepared for when my arm curled around his vessels shoulders pulling him in tight to my side as I lift his phone and a bright flash and a click went off. The angel was looking between the device and me, and he seemed to be unable to decide between figuring out if he should be angry at the touch or curious about the photo.

My thumbs tapped and swiped across his screen with intent as I snickered. When I was done, I turned the screen for him to see. His wallpaper had been changed to the picture I'd just taken. My smile in it was big, stretching across my face while Lucifer was staring at me with shocked and wide eyes.

"There! Now you get to appreciate my 'devilishly' good looks everyday~"

That conflicted expression on his face fell into a bemused stare.

"A bit full of yourself, eh?"

"I get that you're an old man, Luci, but that doesn't mean you have to act like one."

"O-Old!? I am in the prime of my eternity! Thank you very much!"

I waved him off, instead moving the phone so he could see what I was doing as i opened the settings and design menu option. He seemed more interested in this aspect of the phone than the communication side of it. It wasn't all that surprising.

It almost made me excited to move on to the app store~ and all of the things he'd be able to explore. The determined and focused crinkle between his brows gave away exactly how much he was paying attention to what I was showing him.

Honestly, Human hating Fallen angels really shouldn't be this endearing..

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@tone-stark @b1adez

[itsrainingpussywillows]

TEEF

Mikey Madison x fem!reader

- Inspo: Sophie Thatchers bird scooter accident, my own tweet, and an old 1D imagine

- NOTE: guys i am NOT a writer in any way i literally wrote this on my toilet when i just got inspired while reading Jake Paul wattpad fics , i dunno how to use tumblr i suck at this LMFAOOO also i rode on a bird scooter once 2 years ago so im #QUALIFIED to write this

I wake up from my slumber as the bright sun-rays peek through my blijds. I turn over to my right side my girlfriend Mikey Madison is still asleep resting peacefully. I admire her for a few seconds more and kiss her forehead. “G’morning” she says GAWD she looks even more beautiful in the morning. “C’mon baby we have to get up and get ready. Did you forget about what I have planned for today??” I ask with a chuckle “‘Course not I js need a couple more minutes.” she mumbles less than 30 minutes later we are already out of the door

Today was meant to be a fun filled day. We were going to go get breakfast at Dutch Bros and then we were going to go drive downtown and ride those little bird scooters but absolutely positively nothing could’ve prepared me for what was going to transpire later today.

“ hi can I get one large picture-perfect and one large chai latte?” Mikey was ordering, my social anxiety just could NOT handle that. once we got to the window, we paid and they gave us two pink straws. I squealed with excitement as pink is my favorite color and also they thought we were pretty #STRAWCODEEE am I right?

The whole rest of the car ride was full of singing, dancing, laughs, and overall just two crazy women hyped up on caffeine

we drove around for a bit more when we parked Mikey and I got out and begin to walk over to the nearest Bird scooters. Mikey pressed a couple of buttons on her phone, so did I and just like that we were all set to ride our scooters “Y/n COME ONNNN” Mikey said as she started ZOOMING on that damn thang.

We had been riding for about 30 minutes down the street until we reached a crosswalk. “ Wanna race?!” Mikey yelled from the other side of the street “ YEAH” I yelled back, It wouldn’t be too long before the crosswalk said that it was OK for us to go. “ ON THREE “ She yelled and began counting down

“1..2..3!”

we started speeding down the hill. I was in the lead we were both giggling and laughing until i was launched forwards. My wheel had gotten stuck on a small rock and launched me face first right on the cold hard concrete. everything from this was a blur I just remember seeing a bit of red and hearing mikey scream.

beep.. beeep .. beeeeeeeep

my eyes flutter I woke up in a bright hospital room “Y/n ypure awake!!” Mikey exclaimed “Oh my God I thought I would never see you again!” she said “What do you mean?” i asked when my doctor, Dr. Paul as in doctor. JAKE Paul came in the room to explain. “ well girl you had a Bird scooter accident. Also you lost all your teeth so you’re gonna have to get a teeth transplant surgery sorry!” he explains “What i losth all my teef?????!”

“ i’m afraid so, do you have anybody in mind that would be willing to give you their teeth? If not, we can just get you veneers, but that’d be kind of hard. You know you lost all your teeth.” I took a moment to think since I didnt want my lovely beautiful sexy gorgeous girlfriend Mikey Madison to give up her precious teeth “ no I don’t hav anybody who I fink would be willing to give me their teef” “Well honey it’s settled. Looks like it’s time for you to get some veneers!” he exclaimed in a southern accent before pulling out a huge needle. “W-what isth that?” I stuttered

“Horse tranquilizer!” he said excitedly and before i could interject he injected it into my arm and I was out cold. in what felt like barely a minute I woke up to my girlfriend standing over me. “Mikey I’m Alive!” i scream “Who do you fink gave you your teef”, she says smiling and that’s when I finally get a good look at her mouth

all of her beautiful pearly white teeth were gone and apparently inside of my mouth “But Mikey y-you cant! let me give you back your teeth. I don’t need them besides how am I supposed to kiss you? You have no teeth.” i stated frantically. “Isth okay y/n, you needed them more” she says hugging me gently

“But-“ “Shhhhhhhhh” she interrupted me “We’ll find a way to get me more teef, i promisth”

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Yandere Stobotnik x Platonic Reader Chapter 2: The man

TW: Kidnapping, Threatening, Emotional manipulation. Kind of a mental breakdown/ anxiety attack?

You woke up without Maddie or Ozzy in the house, leaving it to feel empty. You were colder without Ozzy to lay on, and nothing other than Tom taking a shower could be heard. You checked the time, 6:52. I guess Tom took the day off to pack and get ready for San Francisco? You got up and got dressed in matching clothing, which soothed you a little bit.

You got downstairs and decided to go and make breakfast, which lead to slightly singed pancakes, but a meal you made yourself. Tom finished and was dressed in a casual outfit when he got downstairs and smiled when he saw that you made breakfast for him. You looked at him questioningly, "D- Did you take the day off or?" He sat down, "I asked to come in a little later today since I had to drive Maddie." You nodded, "Ah, that makes more sense. What time are you coming in?" He finished the bite he was chewing and then replied, "Around lunchtime, don't worry though, I won't arrive then take my lunch break, I'll eat here." 

You nodded and finished the bite you were eating before asking another question. "You think Maddie's over there by now?" "Yeah, I think so, I believe her flight arrived at 6:30, but I might be wrong so why don't we call her later today and find out?" "Have you seen anything weird lately?" He paused and asked for clarification, "What do you mean?" "Like have you seen anything like a quill but it was to big to be a normal hedgehog's quill, or a slightly anthropomorphic hedgehog?" He paused and looked at you incredulously. 

"D- did you know I picked up a quill yesterday?" You almost dropped your fork and knife in surprise, "What?" Your heart was fluttering, in a bad way. "Yeah, I saw it while I was at the speed trap. Oh! And one thing, I had my speedometer go off twice with high numbers." "D-do you think that maybe those are connected, I saw something weird yesterday." "What did you see?" You explained that both you and Maddie didn't know what it was that you saw. "Maybe it's aliens?" Tom joked. "Me and Maddie said the same thing, maybe it's a sign to get the heck out of dodge." You hummed a agreement out and finished the meal in silence with each other. It felt wrong without her or Ozzy.

You washed the dishes when you were done and then got started packing the books in your room, at around 8:30, Tom calls you down. "On the phone with Maddie!" You rushed downstairs to join the conversation.

"Whatcha' doing?" You asked, curious. "Just drawing, with Jojo, And Rachel." "Has she -she being Rachel- convinced you to leave me yet?" "No, but she wants me to check your phone for dating apps." "Good luck, the only apps I have are the ones that came with my phone." A moment of silence, then, "And the Olive Garden app," You pitched in on the "Cause' when you're there, you're family." Tom was remined of something, and said "Hey fascinating stuff here, we got a power outage."

"Oh, that's interesting ...." A clatter outside was heard, Tom looked at you momentarily before deciding it was racoons. He moved to the drawer with the tranquilizer in it while still continuing to speak, "Hey, how much does the racoon need before sleeping, Greenhill's finest Vet?" "Tom, That's for bears-" He finished setting up the gun to shoot, "Perfect, then it'll work." A gasp could be heard through the phone, "TOM!" He hung up on Maddie, leaving her to wonder what he was going to do to the poor racoons.

You followed Tom to see what that was, maybe it's what I saw yesterday? Hm, unlikely, but still.  We walked out to the garage, I walked behind Tom, who was ready to bust down the door. He kicked it in yelling "SFPD!" You chimed in, "Pending background check!" You both rushed inside and there it was, the ?hedgehog?. "Um, Meow?" Tom shot him with the tranquilizer in surprise, leading the ?hedgehog? to drop the thing that he was holding and create a ?portal? to the top of a building.

You walked back in shock, what the. The ?hedgehog?  flopped to the floor and dropped the bag that he was holding. You watched the bag fall into the ?portal? created on the floor and land on the building. You and Tom watched in shock as the portal closed in on itself. You shared a look and then Tom seemed to have broken out of his stupor. 

Tom grabbed the thing and shoved it in an animal cage that Maddie left in the garage. You got out of your frozen state when he handed you the tranquilizer gun. You held it until you two got into the house, then you put it on the cabinet. You and Tom had a moment of silence before he stuttered something out to himself. "Wh-what the fuck is that?" You sat down, and watched the thing breathe for a beat before saying something. "I think that this is what I saw."

He turned and looked at you, "Really?" You looked at him, "Yes." There was a pause as you both thought about what to say to each other. "I think we should call it a hedgehog." "Why?" You turned back to the thing in the cage. "Because that's what I've been calling it in my mind." He chuckled a little bit, "I don't mean to laugh, it's just that you're delivery was funny to me for some reason." You shrugged. "Gotta have humor in serious situations."

The silence was starting to settle in like a heavy, weighted, blanket amongst you two. Tom, done with the silence, beckoned to you to get up and talk to him. You got up from your seat and walked over to him. You both put your back to the hedgehog and were going to call Maddie before you heard the cage door opening and you stopped Tom.

You both turned around, shocked -even though you both were pretty sure he opened the door- to find that he escaped from the cage. "hgn, What happened?" You gasped and stepped back again. Tom walked to the hedgehog and asked "What are you?" "A hedgehog?" It asked the incredulously, like in disbelief that someone wouldn't know what it is. There was commotion outside, and it ran to the window. "Oh no, they found me again." 

You raised your eyebrows, "Again?" It turned to you, "Yes, again." It turned to Tom, "You've got to help me, Donut Lord." The commotions stopped. "Why should I help you?" "Because you shot me, and this is life or death." Tom looked in distress between you and the hedgehog. "You, Room, HIDE." You pointed to the hedgehog and Tom rephrased the sentence, "It- Attic, You- Room."

You went up the stairs and pretended to go inside your room. You could hear Tom open the door, and talk to someone outside. You didn't hear much though, only little snippets. You tried inching closer, but remembered the floorboards are creaky, and that would tell them that you are there. "So tell me why I should let you inside my house?" You put your hand to your mouth, What? Is someone trying to get in? "Are you aware of ..." Something came in through the window, which made you stand up in alarm. The floor boards creaked as you walked -more like ran- to your closet to hide. 

What the fuck? 

It was silent for a few minutes, most likely seconds but your impatience left you thinking it was longer -as far as you heard at least- before you heard thumping ?down? the stairs. You waited a few beats, and then you could hear a scream momentarily and then rapid fire gunshots with glass breaking.

You shut your eyes, you were panic stricken, and waited until you could hear something. It was minutes, -you counted to try and calm yourself- before you heard something come ?up? the stairs. You heard two pairs of feet, which meant it was likely two people who were here. Doors were flung open and you could hear that they were getting closer to where you were hiding.

Your bedroom door was busted open and then you could hear that they were right outside the closet door. "Hey, Doctor? Are you sure that someone was here?" A fluttering was heard as someone turned around. "Of course I am sure that someone was here." They flung open the door to your closet revealing you to them, as they did though, they kept talking. "Did you doubt my robots, Stone?"

'Stone' -at least as far as you knew, they were named Stone- pointed to you, and smiled at the 'Doctor'. "Of course not, Doctor." Doctor -this time you knew for sure who was who- grabbed your arm violently and pulled you up to them. "Now, adolescent, we need you to come with us to the police department." Dear god, he's scary. "O-okay. W-where's Tom?" Stone's eyes flicked to Doctor then to you. Doctor just let go of you and walked away.

Stone stayed behind and put a hand on your shoulder to try to comfort you. "Tom is- Tom is unavailable currently." Stone then lead you downstairs where you saw a catastrophe of a house. The table was broken, glass shards were everywhere, bullet holes riddled the walls and floor. Stone was preoccupied with something outside, which left you alone in the house. What happened? Is he dead? Who are these people? You saw that the tranquilizer was still on the counter where you left it, and you compulsively grabbed it and put it in your pocket.

Stone entered again to drag you away from the mess that was now your house. There were two large trucks outside where Doctor was standing outside one of them, impatiently waiting and tapping his foot. Stone explained "I had driven one of the trucks to investigate one area, and the Doctor had driven the other to investigate here, but now he wants to drive you down to the police station and investigate there, while I drive the other back to base. So, you'll be driving with him." Base? 

"O-okay." You got into the truck with Doctor in tow and sat down in one of the seats, and odd one since it was your lucky number and you needed all the luck you could get. "No. Sit somewhere else." The Doctor ordered you, so you sat in the next seat that was your lucky number -another odd number-, but that wasn't good enough for the Doctor. "Sit down beside me then, if you can't sit in the right place." 

So you did just that, you sat down beside him and yelled at him from inside your mind. Excuse me what? I can sit down in the right spot. I was sitting down to get luck, and it wasn't in the way of anything or anyone so I was in the right, you are in the wrong.

Your thoughts of anger were quickly burst when Doctor asked you why you sat in the wrong place. "I sat in the luck number spot." "What do you mean?"  You shrugged, "It was my lucky number where I sat, and you're kind of scary so I need all the luck I can get." He huffed. "I don't see why you think that. Luck doesn't exist, it's just a construct we created, all there is is probability. " You swallowed, I have to tread carefully. "I don't know why I think that way either." 

You quickly arrived at the police department, much to your relief, and got out of the truck. Wade's car was outside, alongside a few black cars, none of which you recognized. You entered the air conditioned police station in tow of the Doctor. Wade was surrounded by some people in black suits. Wade looked discombobulated and also looked like he was about to cry. You walked over to Wade, who looked at you in concern. "I thought Tom wasn't going to show up for a while today." You sat down at a chair, "Yeah, well um." You leaned towards him, and started whispering. "I think Tom's dead, and these guys-" You gestured to the men, "Had something to do with it." 

He whispered to you, "You think Tom's dead?" The shock of it made his hands shake, "I do, there were bullet holes and gun fire, and now Tom's missing." "O, M, G." He looked at you and wrapped you into a hug, "I'm so sorry." Doctor harumphed and then announced to everyone in the room, "So, you simple minded compatriots, I shall tell you what is going on." You and Wade looked to the Doctor, "There is investigation of the power outage incident, and it occurred in this sleepy little town." Stone entered the police station, and walked to Doctor.

You and Wade shared a look of confusion, but neither of you wanted to interrupt him talking, and so you kept silent. I thought it just happened here? Was it farther than that? He continued, "We are from the government, and we are taking over for now." Your eyes widened, the government? Wade gasped a little in shock, a sentiment you agreed with. The Doctor finished his announcement, and walked over to you and Wade. 

He looked around for a seat to sit on and then grabbed it once he saw a seat, Stone stood behind the Doctor. Doctor scooted close to you two before asking a question. "What do you know about terrorism?" You leaned back a little in shock, "W-what?" He grunted in annoyance, "What do you know about terrorism?" You looked around, as if searching your memory , when it came to you. "Acts of violence, particularly against civilians, in order to get a political point across?" 

"Close but what about domestic terrorism?" A look of confusion came across you and Wade's faces. "The same but done with someone from the country?" You asked, looking around again for something. "Hmm. Close enough. That's what Tom is." Your eyes widened again. "B-but-" Wade came to your rescue, "He can't put bait on when fishing, there is no way he can be a terrorist." 

You interjected, "I-isn't he dead anyway?" Doctor sighed, "Sadly-" He gave a look to Stone, "He isn't, nor is he captured." Tears came to your eyes in relief that Tom wasn't dead, You didn't want to lose another parent so soon. "Oh." "Oh?" Doctor queried. "I thought he was dead, ya 'know cause of the bullet holes, and gunfire." Doctor nodded, "A incorrect assumption, but I see how you jumped to that conclusion. But, back to the topic at hand here, Tom is a terrorist, even if you think him a good man."

No, no way he's a terrorist. It must be because of that hedgehog we helped earlier. The thing must be wanted by the government. You snuck a look at the clock, 4:41, whish was surprising because time had moved so fast. "Why is he a terrorist?" You dared to ask. "He is helping an enemy of the state, which reminds me of something." He stood up and beckoned you to do so as well. Stone stepped back to let Doctor through, and you followed Doctor to an empty room. 

Doctor grabbed something from Stone's pocket and held it in front of you. It seemed like a quill from a hedgehog, but it was long, glowing blue and sparkling with electricity. "What is this to you? And what was it doing inside your house?" "It must have been a glowstick, from a previous performance of mine." He hummed, "Then why is it so bright?" "Good glowstick, perhaps?" He hummed again, then handed it to Stone to keep. He started walking closer to you, and he grabbed your chin to look at him. "Look, adolescent, Don't play games with me." "I-I'm not, I don't know what's going on a-and I'm s-scared c-cause I thought that my dad was dead, and I didn't want him to die as well, and-" You burst into tears, all of your anxiety caught up to you and exploded within. 

You dropped to the ground and held your knees to yourself. You couldn't stop crying, even though it showed that you were vulnerable right now, you just couldn't stop. Stone kneeled beside you and started rubbing circles into your back. Doctor just stood there dumbfounded, he didn't know what to do, as someone just started crying in front of him, seemingly without warning. He just left you crying with Stone. 

It was hard, you didn't want to cry but your body was crying without you meaning it to, leaving you feeling awful making you cry more. Stone just kneeled there rubbing your back and giving you tissues while you were crying into yourself, which was for a while, because you couldn't stop. Eventually you did stop, but that was when all the tears in your body were gone.

You breathed in, and blew your nose again before standing up. "I'm sorry that you had to do that. I shouldn't cry." He gave you a sympathetic look, "It's okay to cry, it must have been a lot for you today." You laughed a little. "Yeah, it was." You threw away your tissues and breathed in really deep. "I'm okay now, I promise." "Okay. You ready to go out there?" 

"Yeah, I think so." You opened the door and took a look at the clock when you sat back down with Wade. 6:11. Doctor was talking to somebody else when you sat down. "You okay? Your eyes are puffy and red, did they make you cry?" You shook your head. "No, they didn't make me cry. I'm fine Wade." He said nothing, but moved the tissue box closer to you.

You were exhausted, but you fought with your tiredness to stay awake by stabbing yourself with your fingernails. You did end up falling asleep, but you woke up at 8:22, so it was just a little nap. Wade tapped you on the shoulder to see if you were awake. He needed to tell you something. "Hey, you awake?" You mumbled something, and then shook your head to wake up. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that."

"It's okay, I understand, but they have a plan as to where you'll be staying." You were more awake at that point, "What? What do you mean?" He paused for a moment then shook his head about something mentally. "Um, so, you won't be staying at your house 'cause it's an investigation zone and you would be trampling evidence, and since both of your guardians are unavailable to watch you, you will be staying with them - I think." You blinked slowly at him, "Why can't I stay with you?" 

He shrugged, "I don't know. Sorry, kiddo."  Doctor and Stone stopped by Wade's desk where you two were, "Did you manage to relay the information?" Doctor asked in a demanding tone. "Yeah, I told Y/N that they wouldn't be staying with me." The phone started to ring, and Wade picked it up before Doctor could. 

Tom's voice was a bit staticky, but you could hear him through the phone. "Hey Wade." Wade whispered into the phone, "What is going on, Tom? There are these men in suits and they were asking about you and asking about terrorism, and I told them you couldn't put bait on, there is no way he's a terrorist." Tom cut him off, "Wade, I need you to not let them know I called you." Wade looked at Doctor and Stone, "Yeah, I think they already know." 

Doctor grabbed the phone out of Wade's hand, "Mr. Wachowski ." "Ah, Hello Robotnik." "I want you to know that the only other person to punched me in the face was the school yard bully, he hit me in the cafeteria causing a blunt force contusion to the soft tissue surrounding my orbital bone, humiliated me in front of the entire school and you know what I did in response?" "I assume that you went to the teacher and reported him?" "No, I examined the inefficiency in a world where brawn overtrumped brain and I used technology to resolve that inefficiency. The boy ate his meals through a straw for a year. You are about to become the bully with a straw. I am coming for you Mr. Wachowski and when I catch you- I'll." Tom hung up the phone abruptly, stopping Robotnik from finishing his sentence.

"Hello? Hello? Hello Hello Hello?" Wade interrupted Robotnik, "Um, I think he hung up actually, 'cause I noticed the light isn't on." "Thank you, Officer Brainfart." Wade pouted at the insult. "You know what, just sit there and be you - sless." He beckoned for you to come with him as he walked off from the room.

"Um, aren't any of you going to erase my memory or something?! I will tell people about this!" But nobody did anything.

You followed Robotnik and Stone where they stopped in front of the truck. "Now, adolescent, are there any questions for my superior intellect?" You fiddled with your fingers, "A-actually, yes there is, Why couldn't I stay with Wade?" He laughed a little, "You were in the home and care of a terrorist, why would we let you be alone with someone when we could watch you?" Stone entered the truck, and it was just you and Robotnik outside. 

"B-but I d-didn't do anything, Why are you watching me?" He put his hands to his temples and rubbed them in frustration, and screamed at you, "BECAUSE!"

You grabbed the tranquilizer in your pants, I am not going with someone with power in the government that high, he can do almost anything without consequences, he could do anything to me. You shot the man with the tranquilizer and ran, but you could hear him grab the dart out from his leg and drop it to the ground. The crunch of the ground beneath your feet was quickly doubled as the man ran behind you, quickly catching up as you didn't do much exercise.

All you saw in front of you was the bright vermillion eyes of a robot floating in front of you.