#aka space cops

[thegurlwhoisntthere]

Idk if anyone’s thought about this, but imagine:

One of the batkids being chosen as a green lantern.

Seriously, picture it.

All of the bats are pretty willful, so a ring of willpower choosing any of them wouldn’t actually be that surprising but there would be shock and copious amounts of Chaos.

I’m torn between it being Steph or Damian

[savanir]

Danny made an innocent comment comparing Kyle and Dick

Danny is very new in the "official" hero scene so all his comparisons are very surface level. Aka, they are both fun to be around. Easy to talk to. Have a similar build and the same hair colour.

And now Wally is going on a super speed rant about how wrong he is.

Danny, a younger brother, chronic shit starter, always down for a brawl because of his ghost side, enjoyer of having guys on top of him and general menace just let's a smirk spread over his face, chooses violence and then interrupts the speedster by saying.

"They are also both cops"

The look on wally's face is priceless, Danny thinks he'd be dead if the guy had heat vision.

"But at least Kyle is a super space cop, meanwhile-"

"That's it!"

Gar is on the floor laughing and Donna is trying really hard to figure out how she's going to break up a brawl between a guy with superspeed and a ghost she can't touch unless he let's her.

[mistymisfit]

Red hood's witness protection services

summary: Reader works for a private forensic investigation firm but when it gets bought by Penguin she turns to Red Hood for help

wc: 5.1k

a/n: decided to scrap the smutty part last minute so if it feels weird that's why

warnings: forensic psychologist! reader, fem!reader, mentions of death, guns, violence, etc. making out and implied sex (aka a badly cut to black scene), mentions of a plan b. Unedited as per usual lol

You found yourself in a dangerous situation; your boss' new boss was none other than Penguin, another one of Gotham's infamous crime lords. And you wanted nothing more but to leave, this is not what you signed up for. It was not your fault that he decided to buy the organization you were working for. There was an implicit "no one gets to quit and walk away with their life" rule since you handled sensitive information and someone in your office already got killed. Essentially, you and the very reduced number of co-workers handled every investigation and background check he needed done. The air was tense in the office, it wasn't a private forensic investigation firm that mostly worked with law firms or the occasional rich family. Now he used you to find information on anyone he suspected or even tell him if his own people were betraying him. It was sick. You used to handle interviews, given you had a natural talent to read people, and years of studies in profiling.

It was a relief when you finally got a hold of someone who could help you in your situation, Red Hood. Or rather, he got a hold of you first, he needed information which you were more than happy to talk. Cops weren't going to be of much help since he had some on his payroll, and you'd likely end up dead before getting to make a statement. So in Gotham, your next best option-- or let's be honest, the best-- was a vigilante who was dead set on screwing the man who's making your life a living hell.  The worst part was giving him information in a way that couldn't be specifically traced back to you, like where to find his accountant. You did notice he hired a new one two days after you told Hood about him, and couldn't bear the thought of being the reason he was dead.

You had fallen into some sense of partnership, maybe even friendship, with the masked vigilante and former crime lord himself. Maybe it was the, probably empty, promises that he'd stop that more people get hurt, or that once he's done with Cobblepot, you'd be able to move away and disappear completely. The fact you could tell that he was around your age, even if you had never seen his face, how he always treated you with respect and seemed to genuinely care about your safety made you develop some type of affection towards him. At that moment, he was the only reassuring thing in your life.

But you were foolish to think you could balance working for Penguin and being Red Hood's informant without anyone finding out, until you walked in your shared office. You go quiet at the scene; you drop the disposable coffee tray so both your hands can cover your mouth even if no noise could come out of it. Tears are fast to cloud your vision as you watch the bodies of all of your coworkers lying there. All of them killed with a clean single head shot, some fell at their desk, blood dripping from the paperwork to the carpeted floor. Your boss was on the floor of her separated office, the glass wall that divided her space was broken by the bullets. You were saved by pure chance, just because it was your turn to do the coffee run. A choked sob escapes in the dead quiet, and only when you hear steps do you realize that whoever did this might still be there. You think about running out the door, but what would you after? you needed something to use as leverage. You decide to grab the external hard drive from your boss' desk and make a run for it. It has everything, from emails to transcripts of interviews, crime scene analysis, and even contact and financial information of at least a dozen of Gotham's richest and more of Penguin's people. You bite your lip, holding back the need to puke when you see the body on the floor, her death seemed to be more brutal than the rest. Peeling your eyes off the gruesome scene, you kneel to the safe, trying to remember the combination amid all the fear and trying to hurry. 57, 89, 23, you let out a sigh of relief when you got it right on the first try. Your boss had only mentioned it once, that she needed you to empty it in case anything went wrong. She only confided the password in you a week after Cobblepot showed up.

The first thing you see is money, probably to hide the more valuable things behind. You are shocked to find a revolver inside too but take it with you, just in case. Not that you knew how to use it. Finally, the hard drive was well hidden under a necklace in a jewelry box. You throw everything inside your purse and close the safe before leaving and don't look back as you run as fast as your legs allow you into the street. You make it to five streets before you catch a cab and go home. Not your safest option, but your judgment was very disturbed given the circumstances. Once inside the car, you frantically search for your phone to call him. He picks up after the first ring, he always does, no matter how busy he might be.

"Hey, uhm, something happened" You try to keep it vague since the driver was listening "Can you meet me at my place?"

"Are you okay? What happened?"

"Yes, uhm..." You sniff before continuing: "I got fired"

"I see, are you alone?"

"No, can you hurry?" He knows something must've shaken you pretty badly to call him crying like this. You've never cried in front of him before, he's almost too shocked to react.

The driver only gives you a sympathetic look in the rear view mirror, and you're grateful he's not chatty. Jason is in your apartment before you even get there, and you can tell he's worried too by the way his words lost their usual cool. Normally, he's sharp, calculating, and even witty when he's in a good mood, but today he's spitting question after question. And he's even holding your shoulders tightly, he's never done that before. You barely brushed arms or hands once or twice, you figured he liked his space or didn't like being touched.

"They are dead," Is all you could manage to say between sobs "it's my fault"

"You didn't pull the trigger, you didn't give the order to kill them" He tries to reason with you, to make you pull it together. Partially because he needs it to work his case, partially because --and he wouldn't admit it out loud-- he's fond of you.

"Might as well have, they're dead because what I did" You ramble "Just like that accountant I told you. He suspected all of us so he-"

"We have no way of knowing that, Cobblepot gets rid of his employees after a while" He tries grounding you "like that guy, I got to him and he was already dead"

"Really?"

"Yes, why don't you tell me what you saw?" You start shaking your head no, and his grip tightens, forcing you to look up at him. "You've analyzed crime scenes before, I need you to do it now"

"I don't do that, I just do profiles and interviews and shit" You argue, even though you've worked long enough to know how to do it."I've only read crime scene reports"

"Get a grip" He demands. His tone is too serious, that combined with how it feels like he's lifting your feet off the ground with no effort are enough reasons to knock the fight out of you.

"Three people, at least two of them professionals" You sniff, remembering the horrifying scene. You recognized the wound as soon as you saw it, and from their positions, you knew they were quick and ambushed them. That's why some of them were still sitting on their desks, and only one fell on the floor, who likely got up and failed to run away. "they- they used silencers,"

"What about the third person?"

"They used a different gun," tears start to fall down your eyes again, remembering how your boss' face was unrecognizable. "They shot my boss, I think she was the last one, and she was shot from much closer"

"Anything else?"

"God, her face, it was-" When your eyes drift off and find the spots of blood on your cuff, he can tell there's another episode of being unable to speak and choking on your own tears. He knows the feeling all too well. "What if they are after me next?"

"It's okay, I'll keep you safe" He pulls you against his chest. Despite the surprise, you accept the hug, pressing your cheek against his leather jacket as you decide to trust his promise. "I told you I protect my people"

You're lucky he can't see how flustered that made you, or the wave of confusion that comes after that. How can you be feeling like this in this moment? You just nod in response.

"There's one more thing, I emptied the safe and took a hard drive with me"

"Which has?" He encourages you to go on.

"Everything, every case, email, picture, anything we ever worked with"

"Good girl," He whispers, and again, your heart is doing somersaults and cartwheels inside your chest. Is he even aware of what he's doing? You're too vulnerable for this right now. "I have to get you out of here before they realize they missed someone and lost that drive"

"What? No" You lift your head off his chest, pushing him away to get some distance. He mourned the loss of your warmth for a split second before he argued back.

"Yes, you said they were pros, do you really think they're not looking for you already?" He sounds exasperated, as if he couldn't afford to waste the time it'd take to convince you. The way your lip trembles and tears start streaming down your face once more makes him feel like the biggest asshole. Jason's been called every possible insult, but can't tell why this hurts way more. "Sorry, I'm a jerk"

"No, you're right" You wipe your tears, this was not the moment to act impulsively. Besides, if there was someone who knew how to handle situations like this, it'd be him.

"You'll stay with me until this dies down," His hand reaches your wrist and drags you a step closer to him. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was dying to hold your hand. You found yourself nodding along as he spoke: "I'll take care of everything"

"Okay"

"I need your phone, and your wallet" He requests, and you were opening your mouth to ask why when he tells you the reason "and help me make a mess, it needs to look like you were taken from home"

"But my friends, and my family, they have to know-" Your eyes move slowly to the purse where the things he asked for were.

"You can't tell anyone, it's too dangerous" He's deadly serious, it's starting to scare you. Yeah, you understood that this was the type of thing that'd put someone under witness protection, but couldn't you at least tell your mom you weren't dead? "Understood?"

You agree, putting all your trust in him. He cracks the screen of your phone and you wince, you were lucky you had made backups recently. You reluctantly help him make your apartment look like someone was looking for something. Your coffee table is knocked over, every single drawer in your kitchen is opened, and some plates and glasses are broken too. Your clothes were scattered all over your room, and even some of your decorative pillows were torn to pieces. Though you'd never admit trashing your apartment would feel so satisfying. It all helped when a few days later a friend filed a missing person report and your apartment was now a crime scene under investigation throwing off both the GCPD and Penguin's people. You don't know if trusting him this much was even more reckless than staying in your apartment on your own, but you'd make peace with it over time.

You'd admit you were a horrible guest for the first week. Once you found out the drive was encrypted and neither of you could access it, it dawned on you how you may need to stay for longer than you initially thought. The guilt of being saved only because you lost a game of rock paper scissors and you had to go buy coffee, and how people who know you must be worried and can do nothing to let them know you're alive and okay without risking their safety too, all weigh on you. So for that first week, you barely left your room, he understood and didn't invade your space. However, you would wake up sometimes to a glass of water on your nightstand, or he'd knock on your door to leave you something to eat, which you'd only take a few bites of. One night, he even held your hair while you threw up over the toilet. Brought you a glass of water and let you sob on his chest while rubbing your back for as long as you needed. Once the initial depression wore down, then came the second stage of dealing with a problem, doing absolutely everything you can to avoid it.

But you'd get a lot of time to make up for it now that you were off the grid and not allowed to leave his place. Not that you minded, it was a big apartment; actually, he told you it was two apartments which he bought and remodeled into one. Lucky for you, since that meant you had your own room and bathroom. You didn't take Red Hood for an interior decorator, but the place was surprisingly cozy, despite the concerning amount of weapons he had hanging on the walls. He had a brown leather couch—easiest material to wipe blood off, he'd say— and a huge unorganized bookshelf. One afternoon, you took it upon yourself to put the books in alphabetical order by the name of their author. If his eyes weren't hidden under a mask, you'd think he was tearing up by the way he had to clear his throat to thank you. Speaking of his eyes, he took the helmet off when you arrived, you instantly looked away to protect his identity—which he found adorable. When he told you it was okay, and you turned to see he wore another mask under the helmet you scoffed and called him paranoid. Only to hide that what you really thought was "Oh great, of course he's hot"

His kitchen was big, you could happily dance around as you cooked or baked, which you picked up as a hobby. You also found out he had an impressive vinyl collection, so you always listened to that. He even bought some records you liked considering he cut off your access to the internet entirely and that was your only way to listen to music. You understood why, but it didn't mean you weren't bored out of your mind. But however bored you were, it didn't erase the fact that for the first time in what felt like forever, you felt like yourself again.

He had been trying to be as nice to you as you were to him. Coming back home to home cooked meals was something he hadn't experienced in years, so more often than not, he'd grab a big bite nearly to the point of choking to not cry in front of you. You always talked to him, and always listened to what he had to say. His words never fell on deaf ears with you. He'd even dare to say you were making him happy, so he allowed himself to linger when you got too close. Maybe he dared to touch your waist as he moved behind you. Let you put your feet up on his legs as you both read in silence on the couch, remembering the first time you did it without thinking and quickly apologized as you cuddled back to your side. Then, feeling the warmth on his cheeks when he grabbed your ankles and put them back on his lap without looking at you in the eye, too embarrassed to admit he liked it. Isn't this what he always wanted? Someone to come home to?

Your routines were adjusted to each other, and you worked together as perfectly as all the little pieces of a watch. He bought you books of whatever you were interested in, came back home carrying whatever extensive list of groceries you gave him, and mostly did anything you asked him.

"Red?" You ask, moving closer to him on the couch.

"Yes?" He tries to hide behind the book he's reading, your sudden closeness making him blush. Tries even harder to avoid looking at you knowing it'd make it even worse.

"Talk to me," now he does give you a little side eye unsure of how to act "c'mon, I'm bored, ask me something"

He sighs putting his book down, and hopes you don't realize it's to calm his nerves down. Where did his personal space go? And why doesn't he mind that it's absolutely thrown out the window? You look up at him waiting for him to say something, anything, it feels a bit... loving? It certainly did not help that you were so pretty, and you made it more difficult by being so kind to him. He needs to break eye contact for that, he can't go around thinking like this.

"What's the weirdest case you've had?" It's all he can come up with on the spot.

"Well most of my cases were boring, but—" He feels like a jerk, his eyes get distracted so easily. Looking at your lips moving as you speak, how your arm rests on the back of the couch, they even lay on the tank top you're wearing for half a second before he reprimands himself. He's lucky he kept his domino mask so you wouldn't notice where his eyes wandered to. "turns out the lady just had early signs of dementia and they couldn't sue her, what about you?"

"I'm the chosen one of a secret cult in the Himalayan mountains" He blurts out, then regrets not telling you something more "normal". Whatever his parameter for normal is.

"You—" You laugh nervously "you're kidding me, right?"

"I've got magic swords to prove it"

"And you let me talk about some boring civil lawsuit?" You gasp, putting your hand on his chest to shove him lightly. He gets the urge to put his hand on top of yours so you'd stay there. "I'm so boring"

"It's not— you're not boring, I like hearing you talk about your job"

"You're just being nice" He wants to kiss off the pout on your face so badly.

"When have I ever been nice?" Jason thinks maybe a sassy answer can fix it.

"All the time," He feels your tone shift, now more soft than playful. Maybe you can't tell where his eyes lay, but he can definitely tell where yours do, and that makes him stop his attempts to mask how much he wants to kiss you. "you're always good to me"

You are so close, and you smell good, and your skin looks soft; he bets you'd feel just as soft under his fingertips if he had the guts to reach out. But do you even want him to? Maybe you were just this caring and tender with him because you had no other choice, just because he's protecting you. And as he gets stuck on thinking the million reasons why you wouldn't want him to kiss you—and ignoring the clearly obvious signs that you do like him—his phone starts ringing on the coffee table. Jason takes a few seconds to consider if he should just let it ring before he speaks.

"I should get that" You just nod and give him space to get up.

He answers the call with an unusual "hey", instead of an angry "what do you want?" like he normally does when getting a call from a sibling. Tim wanted a favor, some info on who knows who, who was involved in a case he had not the slightest will to pay attention to. How could he? When he felt so stupid, he should've gone for it. Or maybe he shouldn't have, cause what if you were not flirting with him and he ended up looking like an asshole and making things awkward? He runs his fingers through his hair, pushing it back while going back and forth in his room. Only half listening to the voice on the phone.

He ends the conversation with a "yeah, whatever, just text me the guy's details and I'll see what I can do". He gets dressed in his Red Hood gear after hanging up, deciding to leave early tonight to go for a ride to clear his head. His heart shrinks when you only reply with a distracted "see ya" while doing the dishes when he tells you he's leaving. Not that he would know that you feel bad for cornering the guy on his couch, in his own home. Or that you screamed into your pillow as soon as he left.

The ride does little to ease his worries as he spends most of the time thinking about you, when did you stop being just an informant? He knew better than getting this close to you, but it never helped that since the moment you met, you treated him like a normal human being, not like he's a bomb waiting to go off like his family does. And he thinks that maybe they're right about him, that he is bad and rotten, and all those things they think about him. That he ruins everything he touches, and it's his fault you're in this situation.

It didn't help either that you were easy on the eye, from your office wear to walking around in sweatpants, to the few times he saw you in casual wear when meeting him. There has always been something about you that lured him in, maybe that is why his mind was so quick to think that the safest option was to keep you with him, because he wanted to spend more time with you. Perhaps that's why he feels extra guilty about anything that happens to you, in his eyes, you're his responsibility. But he can't have you, not when he could so easily ruin everything. So if he has to take a cold shower every time your foot presses higher up his thigh, then so be it.

That's why he worries when he comes home one day earlier than usual, calling out your name while taking off his helmet, but the music is too loud, and he gets no answer. He starts to panic when he finally spots you in the kitchen with your head inside the oven, he drops everything—his guns—in his hands and rushes to you. His mind moving faster than his body thinking about every bad thing he could think of, was it something he did? was it something he didn't? You only feel two large hands grabbing your hips and pulling you out, you let out a confused "huh?" as he sighs in relief. He sits down on the floor next to you trying to calm down as you just stared at him with furrowed brows.

"Fuck, sweetheart," He nervously pushes his hair back, and you don't miss the way his hand is lightly shaking, "you scared the shit out of me"

"Wait, you— you thought I pulled a Sylvia Plath?" He just nods, leaning back against the fridge.

"Hey, I was just cleaning the oven," You explain while taking off the rubber gloves to hold his face. "Breathe with me"

You take a deep breath, counting to four when you inhale, keeping it in for another 4 seconds, and taking the same time when you exhale. It takes him a couple of minutes before he settles down and stops feeling the lump on his throat or that his heart is trying to force its way out of his ribcage.

"I'm sorry for scaring you, won't happen again" You smile.

"Why are you smiling? This isn't funny" He wants to sound offended, but you know there's some playfulness in his tone.

"I think it's cute you had a panic attack 'cause you thought I died" To that Jason just rolls his eyes. You may be the one teasing him, but your hands haven't stopped touching him, and it's not like you were keeping your distance from him.

"What were you even thinking? Cleaning at this hour?" You just shrug in response. It's not like you had to be up early tomorrow, or any other for that matter.

There are a few silent seconds as you both stare at each other, your eyes subtly drifting down to his lips. And he just leans forward without really thinking it through. There's been a million times where he wanted to do this, but now that he thought he lost you, even if it was for a few seconds, he's coming to terms with the fact that he can't hold it in any longer. You only hum and give in. Finally! He's making a move. You want to smile, maybe giggle a bit too, but he's kissing you with such a strong desire that you can't do it.

"Sorry, I shouldn't—"

"Why would you stop?" You sigh, almost exasperated, before tightly grabbing his leather jacket to pull him close again.

He chuckles as you straddle him, maybe he should've kissed you sooner. You're sure you've never wanted someone as badly before. You could reason it was due to a lot of factors: first, he was hot. Second, he made you feel safe; third, he was the nicest guy you've met in years, and fourth, he had no problem with you living basically rent-free with him—even seemed to like it. And now he's kissing you like his life depends on it. It's desperate, messy and hurried, like he can't get enough of you. His hands pull up your shirt, and you raise your arms to help him.

"I just have to warn you," He's out of breath, and his voice barely above a whisper: "I'm incredibly touch starved"

"Yeah, me too"

You can't be bothered to make any remarks or teasing comments, and apparently neither can he as he takes his jacket off. He folds it and uses it as a make-shift pillow to rest your head on when he rolls you over to be on top of you. The movement was swift, and he put his hand on the small of your back to make sure you didn't get hurt in the process. You could only hope he'd understand your kisses as the thanks you mean them to be. Your fingers cling around Kevlar clothing and pull it up until you get rid of it. Soon enough, your pants are out of the way too, and he takes a second to admire the view.

"You have such a crush on me" You tease with a playful smirk when you catch him staring.

"Yeah, the biggest" He scoffs, lowering back down to kiss his way down from your collarbone to your hips. He stops for a brief second, weighting his options and what he's doing. Then, once he's made up his mind, he whispers his name against your thigh.

"Jason?" You question

"Yeah, that's my name," He replies, looking up at you again.

"Okay, Jay" Your lips tug up in a smile, and he can't help but do the same.

"Should we-" He hesitates "Should we do this somewhere else?"

"Floor is clean, if that's what you're worried about"

"I know, but your back... and your head, I don't want to hurt you"

"Hurt me?" You gasp, teasing him, "What are you gonna do to me?"

You laugh at the redness that paints his entire face, and he sits up pulling himself away from you. But you don't want him to feel bad over a joke, so you get up too and kiss his cheek, telling him you're just messing with him and that you could go to your room if he wanted. He gives you a shy nod, as if his head wasn't between your thighs a second ago.  You lead him to your bedroom, and in between kisses and sighs, you can feel how desperate his touch was, like he couldn't get enough of you. You are surprised at how soft he is, the way he keeps on kissing you, the way his hands hold you. And it becomes obvious how needy both of you were when you remember that pregnancy is a real thing and birth control methods exist.

"Fuck-" He groans "I'm sorry, I'll buy you a plan B."

"It's fine, don��t apologize" You tease him as if you wouldn´t have begged him to finish inside if he didn't.

"Do you need anything else?"

"Maybe a book about Stockholm syndrome" Your joke is met with a sigh and his teeth grazing your skin playfully threatening to bite your shoulder.

You playfully shove him off, laughing as you tell him to stop and that's when he notices the little notebook on your nightstand. He reaches an arm over you to get it, your eyes following his movement but too distracted with how his bicep looks so bite-able to notice what he's doing. Until he asks: "What's this?"

"My journal, don't touch it" You try to pry it out of his hand, but he extends his arm to leave it just out of your reach. "It's personal"

"Oh, it's personal?" While he fakes a pout with a mocking voice, you manage to wiggle out from under him and take your journal back.

"Wait, I actually have to write about this" You open a random blank page and pretend to write as you say: "dear diary, today I finally slept with him. It was fun and he had a huge d-"

"Okay, enough, it's personal" He laughs, cutting you off.

You giggle. Yeah, he definitely should've kissed you sooner

[julia4today]

cozy glow fluff

(hobie x pink!reader) — fem prns..?

hobie, the rule breaking, cop hating, spider-punk. he goes around spraypainting walls, or beating some evil villain. that or he’s being told off by miguel for his “disrespectful” behavior. AKA he was telling the truth and miguel doesn’t seem to appreciate honesty as much as hobart does.

maybe people expect him to have a girlfriend just as punk as him. maybe they don’t expect a girlfriend at all.

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last night had been a long one. he had just gotten home from a mission with gwendy. he had some scrapes and bruises so he was forced to go to the medical center. he hated being told to do things, especially go to the medical center. it was so sterile, so void of life. and could definitely use a new paint job.

he had missed band practice which means having his phone blown up about their upcoming gig and how it was the 4th time that month he’d “skipped” practicing.

as he swung through the city all he could think of was you. all he could think of was the way you smelt like sugar cookies and rainy days. he dodged building after building, soon his eyes focusing on the apartment ahead. only one room illuminated.

only one room with that familiar cozy glow that he came to appreciate oh so much. as he approached the edifice, his eyes trained on the dusty bricks, and the chipping paint of the window sill that he had glued himself against, climbing the side of the structure.

he pryed open the window, a loud creaking noise ensuing. he winced slightly, hoping that if you were sleeping, you hadn’t woken up. he crawled into the kitchen, inhaling at your aroma that snuck its way throughout the flat.

he scanned the space, he saw the muffins you had left on the stove top. he grabbed one as he snuck towards your bedroom. noting the usual decorations as well as some new ones. pictures of him, in a pink frame of course. he ran his fingers over it, reminiscing on the memory, one from a week prior. you had convinced hobie to go to a fair.

the both of you had a wonderful time then, even if he was reluctant to admit it. you accepted this and was proud that he stepped out of his comfort zone while also managing not to steal.

curse you and your sickeningly sweet smile that makes him forget how horrible the system is. don’t worry, he made some ruckus the next day to make up for the loss. as his eyes grew heavy he reached for the handle of your door.

the door opened with a loud moan of the hinges. the list on your fridge of things to fix in your house obviously not helping. glancing at the clock, he read the time. 2 am. he mentally cursed himself for coming to see you that late, but really who could blame him.

most see hobie as a ruffian who only causes uproar and disharmony. but you saw him as much more. he was able to be himself with you. he allowed himself to let you in, to see all his insecurities that weren’t open to the rest of the world.

he glanced back at you, snuggled up in a pink blanket and your hello kitty pajamas. both of which he bought (stole) for you (but he wouldn’t tell you that he actually stole it). the light still shining dimly, he chuckled, knowing you had probably stayed up waiting for him.

he soon discarded the majority of his clothes and climbed into bed next to you. your figure tossing and turning, your breath changing before restoring back to a soft snore. you found it embarrassing that you snore, he found it adorable and made sure to reassure you of that. and also to remind you that insecurity is another way the government divides us so we can’t band together and overthrow it.

reaching over he turned off the light. his black shirt contrasting with the rosy color of your linens. he wraps his arms around you, which you quickly oblige. snuggling closer into his chest.

“love ‘ya doe.” he had begun calling you doe when you first met, it was to point out your innocence which soon became something he treasured most about you. although he did appreciate your tenacity when protesting. you could definitely overthrow one hell of a government all on your own when you were angry.

“mm love you too,” you said sleepily, only mildly drooling on hobie. you fell back asleep as quick as you woke up. he smiled and rested his chin on top your head.

closing his eyes and falling asleep.

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okay first fic what do we think? do you want more hobie? or maybe something with miguel??? i have a whole list of ideas but i’d love some more!! pls pls request something you want to see and i’ll add it to the list.

reblogs much appreciated, feel free to message me 🩷

[hehe-69]

꧁༺ 𝓑𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮 ༻꧂

Part 17

A Jacob x reader long fic

Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 aka pretty much the best thing I’ve ever written, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16

La Smut

Warnings: FLUFF, SLIGHT ANGST IF YOU SQUINT, SOFT JACOB, BIT OF WOLFPACK, A DASH IF THE CULLENS, SOME EDWARD&BELLA

Summary: While helping Emily out with making dinner, Jacob comes back from patrol and gives you a hand. Jacob’s talk with Charlie comes up and Jacob is forced to reveal what he’s done with Sam…who takes it suprisly well.

Jacob and reader share an intimate moment. In which Jacob tells them something deeply important.



Tag list: @coldonez aka my amazing, wonderful, talented wife did I mention that I love my wife

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“Hey.” Jacob says casually as he walks up to hug you. He was getting back from patrol with Paul, you didn’t know it yet but Jacob ran faster than ever so he could see you sooner. “Hey.” You say laughing as he picks up in a bear hug. He kiss your nose before setting you back down.

“Damn Jacob I’ve never seen a wolf run so fast before.” Paul says as he walks into Emily’s house, Jacob frowns and immediately looks annoyed at the teasing tone of Paul Lahote’s voice. “Oh hey Y/N, no wonder Jacob was scrambling to get here.”

“Paul.” Jacob tone is a warning to which Paul laughs at. “Good to see you man.” Paul says simply and walks off to hunt down some food.

You watch as he walks away, before turning back to Jacob with a sly smile on your face. Jacob glares at you. “Don’t start-“You misssed mee.” You sing song teasingly and Jacob throws his head back and groans out. “Really Y/N you don’t have to-“Oh I’m definitely rubbing this in.” You cut him off happily and boop his nose.

“In fact, In going to journal about this later.” You tease as you start to walk away from Jacob who follows after you, trying his best to remain annoyed and failing. “Now who’s the smug bastard.” He says and that playful glare is back on his face as he crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the door frame to Emily’s kitchen. You laugh as you go to the sink to wash your hands so you can continue peeling potatoes for dinner.

“I’ll remember that.” You say and attempt to sound menacing and cryptic but you end up chuckling after. Jacob grins at you as he watches you peel the potatoes. Eventually he decides to lend you a hand.

“Oh hi Jacob,” Emily says as she comes in to check in the meet in her crockpot. “It’s good to see you.” She pats his back as she walks past him. “How was did your talk with Charlie go.” You can’t help but grin as Jacob tenses. He hasn’t told anyone about his big reveal to the cop.

“Uh oh.” You draw out and try not to laugh.

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Flashback time hehe

It had taken about 30 minutes for Charlie to fully compose himself. Within that time Jacob decided it was best if he warned Bella about Charlie coming to see her.

“You ready to head out Charlie?” You ask carefully as you stand in the kitchen and watch the man space out. “Yeah!” Charlie pauses to clear his throat, as his voice was slightly higher pitched than usual. “Yeah I’m ready to go. Just uh…just gotta find my keys.” Charlie says as he stands up and pats himself down looking for them.

“I’ve got em right here.” You hold up his truck keys, jingling them. “We’re all set.”

“Right, right….thanks kiddo.” Charlie breaths out and snagged the keys from you. “Do you…ahem..do you wanna come along?” He asked you awkwardly after walking off to the door. You smile at Charlie. “Yeah I’ll tag along.” He could definitely use the company.

———

Charlie was tense during the drive as you two spoke. You told him it was best if he only knew what he absolutely needed to know and nothing more. To which he told you that he kind of preferred it that way after seeing Jacob turn into a giant dog. You contemplate on correcting him, but the poor man has suffered enough.

When Charlie parks the car, neither of you get out even after he kills the engine. “Are you nervous?” You ask him, and he laugh softly. “Think I’m just…trying to convince myself that this is all real.” He looks at you and makes that face of his, the one he makes instead of crying. “I’m just happy that she’s alive.” You smile sadly at him, Charlie has always had a soft spot for Bella.

“This is real, she’s alive and healthy.” You put a comforting hand on Charlie’s shoulder. “Let’s go see her.”

———

Bella is waiting for him on the couch, she’s trying so hard to look normal that she ends up looking completely different from her usual self. You’re standing next to Charlie when he sees her, and in a second he’s on that couch like the flash.

Bella looks at you, panicking, you offer her a reassuring smile and a thumbs up before leaving to give them some privacy. Jacob and the rest of the Cullens are in the next room. Edward is holding Nessie, playing and laughing with her.

He looks like a complete stranger, joyfulness being an unusual look on his usually gloomy face. Edward looks impossibly alive in this moment, eyes filled with warmth and happiness as he looks at his daughter.

“He’s been hogging her for days.” Rosalie hisses beside you, you can’t help but chuckle a bit as she glares at her brother. “I’m surprised you gave her up in the first place.” The blonde’s irritation only grows. “I didn’t, he stole her from me while she was napping.”

It’s no secret that Rosalie loves Nessie like her own, Rosalie always wanted to be a mother and that chance was stolen from her. But at least now she can have this experience, it’s why she almost always has Nessie in her arms.

“She a lot bigger now.” You murmur, more to yourself than to anyone. Her alarming growth rate wasn’t something any of you could sit well with. Though it made time with the girl more precious, it more often then not left you feeling uneasy.

What if it never stops, what if she grows old within the next 10 years? What is she’s gone within 15? It would crush the Cullens, Edward and Bella would be devastated, you didn’t even want to imagine what it would do to Rosalie. You’re lost in thought as you watch Edward with Nessie, till Jacob puts his hand on your back. It doesn’t make you jump, it just soothes you. You literally lean into his warmth and presence, as he stands behind you.

“Y/N.” You hum absentmindedly in response to someone calling out your name. “What?” You say now fully aware that you’ve just been standing there. Jacob laughs softly at you. “Esme asked you if you wanted some water.”

Your face heats up with embarrassment. “Oh no, I’m okay. Thank you Esme, that’s very kind.” Esme smiles at you sweetly. “Let me know if you change your mind.” You smile back at her, as she goes on to tell you that you seemed very pale and it really wouldn’t be any trouble.

Eventually you end up sitting down with a cup of water in your hand and Esme beside you in full mother hen mode.

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After Charlie gets to meet Rumpelstiltskin I mean Renesmee, he reluctantly plays along with the whole adoption bit. It’s only after he forces Bella to swear to visit him that he leaves. Not too long after, Bella drags both you and Jacob out to the woods so she can talk to you two alone.

“Look Bella we didn’t-” Bella interrupts you by pulling both you and Jacob into a hug. “Thank you.” She whispers out. “Thank you both so much for doing this.” She sounds so relieved, and as she pulls back you see her grinning brightly. Bella is practically glowing with joy.

“I thought you’d be pissed.” Bella laughs at your confession. “Oh I was for a little bit…but I’m just so happy that my dad can be a part of my life again.” She tucks her hair behind both of her ears and nods her head and sighs out. “He can be a part of Nessie’s too.”

“I thought you hated that nickname.” Jacob teases and Bella shoved him playfully. “Well it’s growing on me.” She states before scrunching up her nose. “Like fungus.” You laugh at how much venom she puts into her words.

“But enough about me.” She turns to look at you all excited and grabs your hands. “You owe me the story of how you two FINALLY got together.” You roll your eyes at her as she shakes you. Jacob groans out and then laughs at both the expression on your face and how hyper Bella is in this moment.

Before her ‘death’ you promised her that if she survived, you’d tell her all about you and Jacob. Bella Swan never forgets a promise.

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After thinking about the whole ordeal, you take a moment to really contemplate just how bizarre and insane this all really is. Bella has a baby…with a vampire. And that baby is growing fast as fuck and has superpowers. The. Baby. Has. SUPERPOWERS.

What the hell is your life.

You stop pealing potatoes, and sit there staring at the counter. You couldn’t believe that the pure craziness of the whole situation is only just now sinking in.

God, if you’re not an alcoholic by the time you’re 21 it’ll be a miracle…at least you’re all getting along now. Bella calls you often, just to talk and to plan times to hang out with you and Jacob.

Edward is growing in the both of you, “like fungus” in Bella’s words. He’s changed a lot, he seems more…free, more alive and wayyyy less miserable looking.

Hands rub up and down your arms, pulling you from your thoughts. “You okay?” Jacob’s voice is low and hot against your ear as he whispers softly into it.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You breath out, letting his warmth and comforting touch ground you. “You sure? You’ve been spacing off more than usual…seem a bit out of it most days.” Jacob’s arms warp around your waist as he kissed the top of your shoulder. “I think…I think I’m still just trying to wrap my head around it all.”

Jacob nuzzles his face into your neck, pressing light and gently kissed to the side of it. “Me too, just…just don’t hesitate to talk to me about it. Okay?” You hum softly as you begin to peel potatoes once more, Jacob breath against your neck is both a comfort and a curse. It makes it harder to peel potatoes and pay attention so that you don’t cut yourself. “I said we’d get through this together. No matter what, you always have me in your corner.” You smile at that, nodding your head before speaking out softly. “I know, you’re loyal to a fault…it’s one of the many things I love about you.”

———

Supper time rolls around before you know it. Emily basically had to best Jacob off of you with a wooden spoon and soon after that she put him to work. She told him that he’d have to make up for distracting you by helping make dinner. All three of you working together really moved things along, about 30 minutes away from mealtime, Sam comes in and steals Jacob.

Before he leaves you stop him. “Incase I never see you again…it was me that stole all your Red Hot Chili Peppers cds.” Jacob fake gasps out. “How could you do such a thing-“JACOB!” Jacob groans out as Sam’s booming voice cuts him off.

“I love you…take care of my bike for me.” He professes desperately and kisses your forehead before running off to talk with Sam.

“He’s gonna be okay.” Emily says as she stands next to you. “Sam is actually a but relieved that Charlie knows now, covering up their tracks has been a thorn in his side.” You laugh. “Oh so he’s just trying to scare the shit out of him first huh?” Emily chuckles and points her wooden spoon at you.

“Careful. Keep the cursing up and you’ll have to start putting money in the swear jar.” She shakes the spoon at you as she speaks. “Between you and Paul, I’ll have enough money to redo the whole house by the end of this month.” Emily’s tone is teasing but you can see in her eyes that she’s being serious. You put up your hands. “Yes ma’am!”

———

After supper, you all have a bonfire behind Emily’s house. Paul and Quil are bickering about s’mores as Embry eggs them on. Jared has one again drank all of Seth’s CAPRISUNS, and is trying to not get strangled by Leah.

Emily and Sam sit back and watch the chaos unfold with you and Jacob. Laughing and smiling at their antics.

“Did you know that the human brain lives for about 7 minutes after your body dies. They say it’s because the important parts of your life are playing through your mind.” Sam tells you all randomly. An odd fact that caused you and him to have a deep and intense conversation about philosophy and so on.

Emily and Jacob watch you two nerd out smiling warmly. You never thought that Sam would be so into things like this, it’s a nice surprise.

———

The night ends and you and Jacob load up in his truck. He turns the engine on but pauses and leans back, looking at you intensely. “What?” You ask him, confusion filling your voice.

“You would be my 7 minutes.” He says simply, smiling all goofy and proudly. “You’re a dork.” You laugh out, but your whole body heats up at his words. He says them like he means them whole heartedly, eyes filled with something deeper then just love and devotion.

Jacob’s love is intense, it’s like a blazing hot fire, that buns bright and consumes you whole. But it’s also a calming breeze, the kind that carries the sweet smell of rain and the earth. Everytime you think you’re beginning to understand how deeply he loves you, Jacob shows you another ten miles down the deep well of his devotion and admiration. Jacob is your one all consuming love, most people don’t get one of those in your life time. You could have lifetimes with him and it would never be enough time to get to love him and explain what he means to you.

“I’ll love you even after death, when we’re just food for the worms to eat and our fingers decompose.” Jacob whispers out softly and lovingly and as he leans forward to kiss you. He whispers something else out, just seconds beofre kissing you.

“Kwop kilawtley.” He whispers it like a prayer, gentle and sweet but overwhelmingly dripping with devotion and love. It’s raw and beautiful, the sound of his voice, the meaning of his words, how he speaks them in his native language only for your ears to hear. It steals the breath away from your lungs, makes your heart race and your whole body tingle.

Kwop kilawtley

Translation: Stay with me forever

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Soooooo, this is the story’s official end. There will be bonuses like reader and Jacob going to prom and them getting married. Also some other parts that add more depth to hurt relationship.

Feel free to request whatever you’d like to in Bonfire before it’s wrapped up and whatever you want in the next part.

Thanks for reading, I really enjoyed writing this story.

Love ya🫶

[liyliths]

౨ৎ ⋆ ｡˚ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

summary: you've just been dragged to the middle of nowhere, aka hawkins, indiana, with your pos father where the cicadas are loud and the neighbors are louder. after moving into your new trailer home that’s seen better days—probably in another lifetime, you somehow end up under chief hopper's care, hawkins' grumpiest cop. oh, and did i mention you found a creepy portal in the woods? how much weirder can this town get?

While the pair unloaded their meager belongings from the truck, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of bitterness that clung to her. She resented her father for uprooting their lives once again, dragging her to this dismal trailer park in the middle of nowhere. 

pairings: steve harrington x reader

warnings: brief mention of an argument between pos father and daughter, brief mention of foster care, cursing, otherwise none

word count: 4k

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𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟑

The dusty road stretched ahead, flanked by rows of weather-beaten trailers that seemed to sag under the weight of years gone by. The summer sun beat down mercilessly, casting harsh shadows across the barren landscape. Clothing lines hung in front of trailers, with clothes flopping around in the breeze. A battered pickup truck rumbled to a stop among the trailers, kicking up dust clouds in its wake.

“Can the child within my heart rise above? Can I sail through the changing ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life?”

“Y/N–” 

A gruff muffled voice mumbled as music flowed from a Walkman, and a girl moved her hair out of the way of her headphones. She took them off—flicking her eyes at her father who was trying to speak to her through the noise of her music, with frustration filling his eyes. There was a sign of age and decay on his face, slightly reeking of cigarettes.

“You’ve got to stop with the damn music when I’m talking to you,” The girl’s father spat. She remained silent, looking at the details of her new home; Hawkins very own lovely trailer park. 

“Get out, let’s start unloading.” The man sighed and opened the truck door, harshly shutting it behind him.

The girl sighed, unzipping her backpack in the foot space of the passenger seat, placing her Walkman inside of it. She stepped out of the truck, eyeing her new, run-down home. Y/N watched her father who carried boxes and house keys walk toward their home, a tan and brown trailer with a mini porch leading up to the entrance. The sound of cicadas filled the background in the forest behind them, with the not-so-friendly sight of neighbors arguing on their front porch in the distance.

While the pair unloaded their meager belongings from the truck, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of bitterness that clung to her. She resented her father for uprooting their lives once again, dragging her to this dismal trailer park in the middle of nowhere. 

But beneath the anger and resentment, there was also a flicker of something else—a glimmer of hope, perhaps, buried deep beneath the layers of disappointment. Maybe Hawkins could be a fresh start after all?

As Y/N finished unloading the last of the boxes from the truck into her room, she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread creeping over her. Her first day at Hawkins High in two weeks weighed heavily on her mind, how long would she be in Hawkins? Will she fit in enough? Will making new friends and meeting new people even be worth it?

The girl then glanced up at the trailer park's entrance sign through her room's window, the words "Forest Hills Trailer Park" taunting her with its irony. The park was far-fetched from the suburban neighborhoods she had grown accustomed to in her childhood, thanks to the money her mother had left behind that is now gone due to her father’s irresponsibility after his decline.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, Y/N took cautious footsteps to her kitchen, passing the empty halls into the living room filled with moving boxes. She made her way to the kitchen and opened the small white fridge the previous tenants left behind, seeing it empty.

“No dinner tonight, birdie.” Y/N’s father spoke with a trace of alcohol lingering from his breath, calling the girl a familiar nickname—recalling the better days she shared with both her father and mother. 

“I’ll go to the store first thing in the morning,” He declared, and Y/N turned around to see him walking toward his room with a pack of beers in hand, stumbling slightly.

The girl harshly shut the fridge door, a look of resentment growing in her eyes. “You thought to bring yourself a pack of beer but didn’t think to pack any food?” She snapped, watching her father stop in his tracks. 

“You’re a fucking adult, you should think to pack your own shit.” He turned around, eyeing the girl’s frustrated figure standing at the fridge.

“I’m sixteen years old. We both know you won’t be the one going to the store tomorrow,” She hissed, growing more irritated while eyeing the pack of beers in her father’s hands. 

“Then starve, ungrateful brat.” Her father spat back, retreating to his empty and undecorated room.

Y/N sighed, hungry and defeated—treading her way out of the kitchen and back into her room. She opened the door to the dim lighting and walked toward a pile of boxes, then sat on her knees to begin unpacking. 

The first thing she pulled out of the boxes was a sketchbook with a set of colored pencils. She carefully held the sketchbook in her hands, opening it and skimming through the pages of her drawings that hundreds of hours had been spent on.

There were drawings of wildlife, landscapes, and people she would observe. One of her drawings that always stood out to her was Watson Falls from Oregon in 1982 where she previously resided before her move to Indiana.

It was one of her favorite places that her father had relocated to in his search for work, just as he had moved to Hawkins and the dozens of places before. The girl was not one to belong to a big social crowd, not wanting to get attached—knowing she and her father would pick up and move time and time again.

With a sigh, she closed her sketchbook, setting it with her colored pencils on top of other unpacked boxes. She took a deep breath and moved her hair out of her face, crawling over to her mattress in the corner of the small room, arranging the sheets and pillows she had thrown onto it amidst the unpacking. She laid down, staring at the bland ceiling, letting sleep consume her.

𝐀 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

Y/N sat crisscrossed on the damp ground with her sketchbook balanced on her knees as she felt a sense of calm wash over her. There was a slight breeze that caressed her cheeks, with her hair flowing in the wind. 

The girl’s face was tinted with a slight pink as sweat began to trickle down her forehead due to the summer heat. The dense woods behind her trailer stretched out before her with the sounds of cicadas and other wildlife filling the thick, hot air.

With each stroke of her pencil, the girl captured the beauty of the landscape—the gnarled branches and twisted roots weaving together in a mesmerizing dance with sunlight peeking through the trees. As she worked, a strange sensation crept over her—an odd prickling at the back of her neck that sent shivers down her spine.

Glancing up from her sketchpad with an odd feeling, the girl's heart skipped a beat as she saw something glowing an orange and red hue in the darkness of the woods as the sun began to set. Overcome with curiosity, the girl hesitated for a moment before standing to investigate. With her sketchbook tucked under her arm, she ventured deeper into the forest, the dense undergrowth rustling beneath her feet with each cautious step.

As she rounded a bend in the woods trail, the girl stumbled upon a clearing bathed in an ethereal glow. In the center stood a gnarled oak tree, its branches reaching skyward like twisted fingers grasping at the heavens. She began to hesitantly reach towards the mysterious glow, her hand becoming damp as she made contact with it, the other side foggy.

With a gasp—she suddenly pulled her hand back, watching as a figure moved toward her through the other side. The figure made its way even nearer to the entrance, and the girl watched with wide eyes as its shadow covered the hue of the portal. 

Its presence was overwhelming and filled the girl with dread, not quite understanding what she was looking at. Before she could even process what was happening, a gnarly hand with long claws suddenly burst through the portal, a thick slime covering the girl’s face from the impact.

With a sudden jolt of fear, she turned and fled, the sound of her footsteps echoing through the woods as she raced back toward the safety of her trailer. She used her sleeve from her flannel to wipe the disgusting slime off of her face with terror overcoming her body. 

Even as she put distance between herself and the mysterious portal, she couldn't quite shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air—something was not right. Whatever that thing was, it did not belong here. 

No one would believe what she saw.

The girl swiftly opened her trailer door, rushed inside, and slammed the door shut behind her, catching her breath from running, putting her hand on her heart. The familiar voice of her father sent a chill down her spine as she read the clock—9:04 PM.

“Where the hell have you been, Y/N? You were supposed to be back by eight, sharp.”

The air was suddenly thick with tension. The girl stood by the front door as her eyes met her father's unsober ones. The trailer reeked of alcohol as her father's face grew more and more red with anger by the second. 

“I’m sorry, I lost track of time. It won’t happen again.” Y/N softly spoke, beginning to trail her way back toward the safety of her room.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Her father stumbled his way over to her, beer in hand, grabbing the girl’s arm.

“Away from you,” She coldly stated, harshly pulling her arm away from the man.

“Yeah, run away from your problems just like your mother did,” Her father spat, and the room was silent for a moment, with tension suffocating the air. Suddenly—the girl grabbed the beer bottle in her father’s hands and smashed it onto the floor, with resentment growing in her expression.

“You little shit—you think you can do that? This is how you treat me? After everything I’ve done for you!” He slurred, his voice rising, looking at the glass shards from the beer bottle that covered the floor.

“Done for me? You’ve done nothing but ruin everything!” Y/N shouted back, her voice cracking as she felt tears forming, her next words hesitating for a moment.

“Mom would be ashamed of what you’ve become.”

Her father staggered closer to her, the scent of alcohol thickening as it entered the girl's nose. “You think you can talk to me like that?” He asked, coldly.

“I’ll teach you—you little brat, some fucking respect.” He then turned around and stumbled toward the kitchen, opening the fridge to grab another beer. 

As the girl turned around to exit the situation and retreat to the safety of her room, she was suddenly met with a beer bottle struck at her from across the kitchen into the living room, barely missing the side of her face and smashing into the empty, undecorated wall in front of her next to the hall.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” She screamed, turning around, the feeling of betrayal flooding through her system.

“You like that, huh? You like to smash stuff? I’ll show you what it’s like!” Her father screamed back, grabbing the whole beer case from the fridge, smashing it onto the floor. The girl’s body filled up with fear, and she fought tears, helpless, watching as her father found more and more items from the kitchen to destroy.

Abruptly, he stopped everything he was doing and angrily staggered into the hallway toward the girl’s room, kicking the door open with his foot.

“No, no, what are you doing?!” Y/N followed him into her room, tears now streaming down her face, watching as he searched erratically through her messy, unpacked room, throwing things out of his way—smashing her belongings in the process. 

He seemed to have found what he was looking for, reaching for her sketchbook that was under her pillow. “Don’t!” She screamed, throwing herself toward him to try and grab her hard work carefully drawn on all the pages.

“This is what happens when you disrespect me!” He shouted throughout the trailer, opening her sketchbook and tearing it in half. The desperate girl threw a weak fist at her father’s chest, watching as anger boiled over in him. 

In a flash, her father struck her, sending the girl reeling into the wall. She began to sob, feeling the betrayal sting and bruise her face, watching as her father continued to tear up the pages she spent hundreds of hours of her time on.

Y/N and her father constantly fought, but never on this level—this was the first time he’d ever laid hands on her. Her father threw the shredded paper onto the floor and left her room. She looked around, seeing her belongings shattered from the fight. Her body trembled, and she crawled toward her destroyed hard work. 

The girl attempted to piece the pages back together, but hopelessness began to infiltrate her body. Through her tears, she noticed as the room flooded with bright flashes of blue and red lights coming from outside her window, and she squinted, spotting police vehicles.

In the other room, the girl’s father silently cursed at himself and staggered his way to the living room. The flashing red and blue lights of police cars illuminated the front yard, lighting up the darkness from the night outside. 

Y/N’s father looked out the window next to the front door, seeing the chief of police step out of his vehicle. His expression was grim as he made his way up the trailer porch, firmly knocking on the front door.

“Chief of police, Jim Hopper, open the door!” He knocked loudly, his voice commanding as he announced his presence. The door swung open, revealing Y/N’s father—Thomas, who was visibly agitated. The sight of a policeman momentarily sobered him, but the anger in his eyes remained.

“What do you want?” Thomas snarled, alcohol reeking from him, attempting to block the chief's view of the chaotic scene inside.

“There was a noise complaint, step aside,” Hopper ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. Pushing past Thomas, the six-foot man entered the living room and took in the scene—the broken lamp, the smashed objects and alcohol, and a girl with tear stains standing in the hall, holding the side of her cheek.

“It’s just a small mess, my daughter over here had a meltdown, she just got a bit clumsy, I—” Thomas started with an excuse, his voice full of hidden guilt as the chief examined the scene.

“You’ve done enough,” The chief stated coldly to Thomas. “Sit down and don’t move.”

The tall-figured man, Hopper, turned his attention to the girl with his demeanor softening slightly. He took light steps toward her, asking quietly, “Can you take your hand off your face for me?” 

The girl looked behind the chief to her father for approval, but the chief intervened. “Don’t look at him, kid, look at me.”

She reluctantly moved her hand to her side, clenching her fist, not making eye contact with the authority figure as he examined the bruise forming on her cheek with tear stains covering her face.

“It’s going to be alright.” Hopper fondly spoke as he put a reassuring hand on the girl’s shoulder, before turning around and putting his attention back on the drunk. 

He pulled out his handcuffs, looking at Thomas. “Put your hands up, you’re under arrest for domestic violence. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in court.”

“What?!” Thomas slurred defensively. “Tell him, Y/N! I didn’t do that to you!” He desperately pleaded as his daughter watched him get handcuffed by the chief with tears in her eyes. The police chief took the man outside, shoving him into his partner's vehicle. 

“You didn’t even have a warrant, you can’t arrest me!” Thomas argued inside of the vehicle.

“I’m surprised you’re even sober enough to have that thought,” Hopper shook his head, slamming the door shut. “Well Chief, he technically is right, we should’ve had a warrant.” The other officer with brunette hair and glasses spoke, giving a slight shrug.

“I’ll meet you at the station,” he tells the other officer, brushing him off, beginning to make his way back to the trailer. “I’ll take care of the kid.”

𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

“And then that’s when he struck you?” A police officer with dark skin questioned the girl who was in a rather fragile state, holding an ice pack to her cheek. Her eyes were on the clock—10:48 PM. 

“Y/N?” The same voice resurfaced, while another intervened.

“Give her a break," The girl looked up, seeing it was Chief Hopper who spoke.

“Go home, guys, it’s getting late. I can handle this.” The chief commanded his officers, and they agreed, packing their things to get a night's rest at home.

The chief's attention shifted to the girl sitting down. “Look, kid… you can’t stay at your house until you have an adult guardian staying with you,” he started, fondly. 

“Do you have anyone you can call? Any other family?” He gently questioned, watching as the girl shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She slowly shook her head with a carefully guarded expression. 

The officer sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. He couldn’t bear the thought of watching this girl go through the foster care system—knowing all she needed was a stable environment, especially at the end of her teenage years.

“Alright,” he nodded to himself. “Your father will be going through court for custody over you for domestic violence charges. The system will place you in foster care for the time being. But I have an offer,” The chief raised his eyebrows and watched as the girl shifted her guarded expression to him, listening. 

“I can pull a few strings, and as long as you’re comfortable with it, you can stay with me, kid.”

The girl was silent, observing the chief. He had a soft and unsure expression written on his face, and his mustache covered his lips, while his chief hat hid his brunette hair. The girl's eyes were guarded but vulnerable, the man could see it.

“Thank you,” She started speaking softly, pausing. “I don’t want to go into foster care... I love my dad, but he’s… this fight was different.” She paused again, changing the subject, shaking her head.

“I wouldn’t mind staying with you while this is figured out.”

"Alright then, let’s get you settled in tonight," The chief fondly smiled, reassuringly placing a hand on the girl’s tense shoulder as she nodded.

𝐀 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

The evening settled over Hawkins, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. Y/N found herself nestled comfortably in the chief of police’s trailer that was isolated in the middle of the woods.

The warmth of the crackling fireplace enveloped her as the fall season approached, offering solace and a sense of security that she hadn't felt in a long time. A new sketchbook Hopper had gifted Y/N upon hearing of her interest in art sat in her lap as she sketched the sight of the fireplace. With her pencil in hand, Y/N sat opposite Chief Hopper, the sound of the fireplace filling in the silence. 

“How are you feeling?” The man started up some conversation, glancing over at the girl. 

“Considering the circumstances, I’m alright,” She bluntly stated, observing the beer bottle in Hopper’s hands with pill bottles scattered across the coffee table in front of him, before shifting her focus back on her sketchbook.

“Good. That’s good.” The chief nodded, listening to the fire crackle throughout the trailer until Y/N, sat across from him, broke the silence. 

“You know you should stop with that stuff, being Chief of Police and all,” she suggested, giving a small shrug as her pencil glided across the page she was working on.

“That might be a good idea, huh?” Hopper remarked, giving a soft chuckle as he slowly began to realize that the kid had a point, thinking about how it might even trigger her looking back at the conditions of her father’s home, with beer bottles smashed across the house and pills scattered in the kitchen. Thinking about her father, he remembered the status of Thomas's case.

“Your father’s court date is in December… in the meantime, he legally can’t contact you.” Hopper started the difficult subject, watching as the girl continued sketching in her book. The date in the corner of the drawing read August 3rd, 1983.

“He’s been released from jail, and he has the option to fight for custody against the state in his court hearing," The man added.

“And if he doesn’t?” The girl asked quietly, attention still on her sketchbook. 

“You’ll belong to the state.” Hopper reluctantly finished, silence filling the air once again, with the girl momentarily pausing her sketching.

“Anyway, the first day of school is tomorrow… have you met anyone you’re going to school with yet?” Hopper changed the subject, in hopes to lighten the grim mood.

“I haven’t had the chance to go out and meet anyone,” She stated, quickly ending the conversation, leaving Hopper to wonder what else to talk about with the girl before bed—until he decided to just leave it.

"Alright kiddo, I’m going to hit the hay. I’ll take you to school in the morning.” Hopper stood up, retreating to his bedroom. 

“Sounds good. Thank you,” Y/N softly replied, hearing a gruff “mhm” from the man as he departed to his room. As the night grew later and the fire dwindled to embers, the girl prepared for bed, her mind buzzing with anticipation for the day ahead—her very first day at Hawkins High.

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[lavenlady]

Excuse me, can I make a request?

How about the idea of ​​a Cybertronian reader as a mentor for the Cardbots.

Aka a former Decepticon who is tired of war decides to leave the ranks of the purple-signs. And for a very long time he wandered the expanses of the galaxy trying to get away from his past and find a place in his life.

And having got to the Cardbots, he found a kind of family that he had dreamed of for so long

You can come up with your own idea of ​​how he got into the Cardbot universe.

Notes:

The reader is male and looks like Drift from Idw.

The reader may suffer from PTSD and I would like to see how he goes through therapy.

I would also like to see the reader's interactions not only with the Cardbots from the first but also from the second season. (Since the skills of a former fighter can come in handy)

I know you had a similar request. But I would also like more stories like this

I love your idea! I had a similar one, but the more, the merrier! Here you go Anon! Enjoy!

🗡️ New Mentor 💮 | Metal Cardbot & Metal Cardbot S x Idw!Drift!Cybertronian!Reader

part 2, part 3

The war was tiring, killing everyone it touched, whenever it being slow or fast. It didn't matter anyway. Seeing death everywhere you went, you have decided to leave the ranks of Decepticons. Their original purpose was lost to the ongoing conflict. Soon even Cybertron would fall because of the constant fighting.

You have traveled the galaxy, escaping the destruction and the terrible past. You would have never guessed that one of the older space-bridges was still functioning, but not in working order. It simply sucked you in and you found yourself before a new planet - Earth.

The journey damaged your controls and made your ship crash into a forest near a town named Mowtown. You managed to camouflage your new home the best you could to life in solitude. You sometimes wandered around, watching many young organics go to school and older ones to work. You envied them a little, they could enjoy the peace and you planned to follow suit.

That is how you accidentally met Blue Cop and Mega Trucker. They were constantly chasing one another, which was confusing. From what you understood they had lost their planet to unknown circumstances. It was why you decided to intervene.

Mega Trucker drove away just before meeting you and that left Blue Cop to talk with you. You both had shared some parts of your past, nothing too bad but enough to understand the situation. Blue Cop was thrown off when you called him a youngling and found out you were old, maybe even older than all the Cardbots he knew. Though that didn't stop him from enjoying your company.

He would often visit your hideout and check how are you, which had made you expect him with enthusiasm. He saw how skilled you were with guns and swords, though you have refused to teach him how to shoot, but happily trained him in swordsmanship.

He wondered what happened during the war on your planet that made you isolate yourself from most of outside world. You were really reserved, refusing to share any detail of the conflict you ran away from. He just hoped you would trust him more as now you were some form of a mentor to him.

For some time the police car didn't appear, which made you think of the worst, but that was quickly explained when your student arrived with his new friends. You immediately recognised Mega Trucker, but were confused by the appearance of a young korean boy.

Blue Cop told you about the Metal Breath and said that it had chosen this child to lead Cardbots, though it will be hard as they fought back. You have decided to help them in their mission, you thought that it could redeem your mistakes made during the war.

Mega Trucker liked your company often asking you about cybertronian music and dances he could possibly do. You were happy you could share things about your culture. At least not everything will be lost.

Later you met Mega Ambler, who to the best of his ability, helped you fix your ship. He was quite stoic and that reminded you of yourself, but with time he started to let himself go. You have given him acces to various cybertronian medical devices, you wished to further his knowledge to be a better medic than before. He liked your help and hopes to learn about your anatomy, what if you got hurt and he wouldn't know how to treat you?

Phoenix Fire helped you with moving the space ship to a closer area near the Auto Shop. He was fearless back on Machina, running into the flames to save everyone he could, but now he was terrified of fire, after his heat sensors burned up and his crash landing. That is when you started to open up about your experiences, showing him the right patch to follow if he is to get rid of that fear. He enjoyed your talks and hopes to hear more about your adventures, of course with as little violence as you could remember, which was not a lot.

Shadow X was clearly the youngest among all the Cardbots, even if he was older by Machina's standards yet not surpassing others. His childish nature was refreshing, you would sometimes give the less harmful ideas for pranks that were used in Decepticon's ranks. When he tried to draw on you in his disguise, you immediately noticed and escaped his plans. He liked to hear about the fun times before the war that happened on Cybertron and of course the pranks, he hoped you would help him escape the wrath of other Cardbots when he pranked them. Somehow you are always nowhere to be seen.

Dexter was far the most calm Cardbot you had met, excluding the introduction part at the forest. He liked to learn about nature and animals, swearing to protect them. He even took some cats to you, wanting to share his excitement with you. You indulged in his wants as you didn't see a reason not to. He liked that you were gentle with the animals he introduced to you, you really were like a mentor towards all of them in some way.

Fleta Z was unique, his way of speaking was confusing, but you liked that. The tunes he played on his flute were truly magnificent. He was probably the first one to call you a mentor, after you started teaching him swordsmanship by his request. After that everyone followed in his foot steps. He liked the mystery that lingered around you and found you fun to hang out with.

Wild Guardy was shocked when Jun asked for your help to beat him, you didn't even pull out a sword and refused to fight. You even told him that his stance could be better, which irked him a little. After he was defeated you were the one to help him get along with others. He needed someone he could be close with, it hadn't to be you, just needed to make a friend. He deeply respected that and said he would. He sees you as a mentor next to Blue Cop, but don't expect him to ever mention it.

Buffalo Crush was loyal to a fault, but his loyalty was healthier than yours could ever have been. He was the one that asked about your fuel preferences and often invited you to training with him and Wild Guardy. It made you happy that they got along well. You liked his personality, it was nice to be around him. You were next to Jun and Black Hook in authority to him, he enjoys your presence and hopes to spend more time together.

Buster Gallon was granted access to your ship's equipment, clearly finding ideas for his new to be inventions. He liked to talk about science with you, even if you didn't exactly understand everything, you were a good listener. You liked his more joking side, you nearly failed to contain your laughter when Jun got sprayed with ink on his face.

Black Hook was one of the older Cardbots you met and taller too. His personality was ... irreplaceable. He admired your fighting skills and often asked about your past, willing to trade secrets from his and Heavy Iron's experiences. You liked that he cared about his crew, you still wondered why he called it Black Crew as he doesn't have a speck of black on his frame, the same goes for his own name. And you noticed that Buffalo Crush shared your statement.

Heavy Iron was hard to get along. It was even worse he reminded you of Optimus with his colors and Megatron with his doings. It greatly messed you up and made you distance yourself for a while. He doesn't exactly get what your problem is, thinks you know him because of his outlaw status.

Jun was the one to go and ask what was wrong, his genuine concern got to you and you finally shared your past. How you were a Decepticon, the terrible things you did and why you decided to leave the war behind. You didn't know that everyone was listening closely from the watch. It made them feel bad for you and decided to show you that they like your presence and they don't want you to live in the past.

You started getting along better with the team and went with Phoenix Fire to Mega Ambler to talk often. You felt bad you talked about war with a much younger Cardbot, but it will let others understand you better. You even started getting along with Heavy Iron, even if at times he could be violent, mostly towards Black Hook. Everything was fine and peaceful, for the most part, but that has changed when Crest found a stone tablet.

You had stayed behind like usual, so you were shocked when only Blue Cop and Jun returned with a new Metal Breath and Peruru, a girl from Porcaka. You were panicking, how didn't you see this?! You then promised to take part in capturing other Cardbots and find the team. You wouldn't forgive yourself if something happened to them, they saw you as a mentor for Primus' sake!

Cielo was at first hard to hang out with, refusing to talk to anyone. You deeply respected that and left him be. When you saw his shooting skills you felt as if you were brought back in time and saw yourself. It was not the best feeling. He didn't understand your distance, but as you were not bothering him, he was okay with it. Later when you proposed to train him and show some of the tricks, only then did he start letting his guard down. Who knew that a swordsman could know so much about guns!

Musclehyde was a gentle giant, but don't let looks mislead you. He is very much capable of fighting back, he nearly crushed your servos when you were battling. Though the misunderstanding was explained and he was sealed too. He even asked you for an interview about your home planet, which you kindly refused, stating that there are things he shouldn't know yet. He liked to talk with you and wished to expand his knowledge about you.

Rock Crush was one of the youngest Cardbots you met, though he was a young adult and clearly older than Red Blitz. He must have been terrified so much thanks to his sensitive hearing. You could only remember when Dexter explained how the team managed to seal him and the thought alone made you shudder. That is why you talked in a much more hushed tone towards him, trying to not overwhelm him. He liked that you took this into account and liked to follow you around.

Red Blitz was annoying and often jumped into action without a thought, but seeing he was the youngest of all, you tried to remind him about it gently, you saw how kids hated when they were screamed at. He wouldn't admit it ever, but he liked to listen to you and followed your words the most. He deeply wanted to impress you and that often led to unintentional accidents. You could only shake your helm and watch over the youngster the best you could.

Deep Bite was an another unique character, having an alt-mode of a submarine that resembled a shark was unheard of. You liked him and he liked you, you both could talk for hours and hours. It made it even better that you didn't care about his appearance and that made him extremely happy. His tail starts often wagging as soon as you enter the room.

Blasttrain was a gentlemech! You liked his alt-mode and that he could create tracks in the air, traveling whenever and wherever he wanted. It surprised you that he had a drone that acted as a conductor. They were so tiny compared to the main body and he got a kiss from Mona as a thanks, oh how flushed he was. You and Blasttrain have regular talking sessions about how Earth is so similar yet different from your home planets. He admires your fighting skills and wishes to know more about it.

Glober was older than some of the Cardbots you knew, yet still young compared to you. His first introduction was interesting to say the least. Protecting Rock Crush from passersby by placing traps. He was a mysterious character and you liked that. He relished in his freedom to do anything he wanted. He was interested in you and often kept you company when everything was over.

Sky Gallop loved his freedom too, flying through the air and transporting various Cardbots in different locations. He hated humans as military shot him down once, damaging his shoulder and yet decided to keep the wound as a reminder of their act. Sure, some humans had bad intentions, but that didn't mean every one of them was evil. He and Peruru got along well, you were sceptical at first, but choose to let it be. Sky Gallop was interested in you, how did you get here and from where did you come from.

Flash Vector was problematic, along with Spark Beat, who wanted to fight Blue Cop. It was supposed to be fair, but Flash Vector distracted the Star Guardian, making him fall off the building. Luckily you were fast enough to jump in after him, hoping to soften his fall with your frame. Though Sky Gallop caught you both in the air. Your quick thinking earned you respect from both of them. Wanting to safe someone, even by cost of your health was reckless, but admirable.

Flame Nova, you had mixed thoughts about him. Former Star Guardian turned traitor and somehow survived the annihilation of Machina. He truly was hard to beat and it showed during the final battle. He showed he was capable of doing anything to get his way. It had shaken Blue Cop a little, as Flame Nova was his former boss.

Gigantrex was only available for a short while, so you didn't have enough time to bond with him. Though you saw his relationship between Red Blitz and you hope they will always stay together, no matter what happens in the future. Their father-son bong is really something. He saw how easily Red Blitz followed your instructions and that gave him a good impression. If you or they visit - he is definitely going to get to know you better.

Jun managed to find the lost Cardbots and with their help defeated Flame Nova, sealing him afterwards. All of you were together again, safe and sound. You hadn't anticipated that others would practically jump you to tell them what happened during their absence. You explained everything that took place after their disappearance.

There were many photos taken of everyone and soon parting came. The Spellanza crew stayed in Porcaka with Peruru. Only Glober and Rock Crush went with you, along the now sealed Flame Nova. All of them were admiring the pictures, wanting to know how it looked like. You on the other servo were sitting outside, letting the wind hit your frame as you peacefully listened to their chatter. You were glad you choose to leave the Decepticons, otherwise you wouldn't have met those wonderful individuals.

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[alacetor-the-duckies-deer]

Everything I've ever seen Alastor's cat depicted doing has all been things I think any regular cat would do if you gave them demonic power, and that he isn't evil, just a regular cat, so behold: things Alastor's cat does when he's not being an active terror to the Pentagram, aka things my cat Fergus just does on the regular.

°Throwing, and I mean THROWING his whole 15-pound self at the Alastor's doors at 6am every morning for breakfast. Absolutly screaming at the door. Scratching at the door so fast and hard, like he's digging a hole, like he's got a body to bury and he can hear the cop siren's closing in. Alastor doesn't have an alarmclock. He doesn't need one.

°Taking people's seat EVERY time someone's about to sit somewhere, even if they JUST got up for like TEN SECONDS to grab a drink, curling up and staring them down as they walk back over, absolute soul deep defiance in his eyes as he refuses to be shoo'd.

○Sitting on top of Keekee whenever she's in someone else's lap, so as to receive the person's attention himself. (My other cat Rocky actually does this to Fergus, but it's like the only rude things he knows how to do. He is like, so mellow)

○Climbs from the back of the couch, directly onto and over people's shoulder to stick his face in their's coffee as, infact, they are attempting to take a sip for themself.

○Laying one(1) inch behind people in the kitchen, dispite alllllll of that floor space, tripping them up, yelling at them for tripping over him, and then grabbing whatever they dropped and running off. Regularly.

○Constantly puts his little paws on the dining table and popping his little head up like a toddler watching through the class as someone makea them an ice- cream cone, before reeeaaaaaccccching for the Hazbin's plate of food to pull it straight to the ground for himself.

○Going absolutely feral anytime he has a toy. I mean growling, clawing, violent toy aggression. It takes someone holding the cat, paws secured, and someone else sticking their fingers in his mouth to pry his jaw open to get it away.

○Dragging the water bowl across the kitchen floor, sloshing water everywhere, because,,,, they don't know, he doesn't like stagnant water??????? He dips his paws IN the bowl to lick the water? Can that even taste better???

○Walking up to the antique dining table's legs, casually rubbing against it, ignoring everyone's vocal demands of "no" "dont do it!" "Stop!" And then falling to his side, wrapping himself around the leg and attempting to maul the ANTIQUE leg to second death.

○He, of course, instantly starts purring and nuzzling him anytime Alastor picks him up.

Everyone: That thing is so evil.

Alastor, who's probably had the thing since they were both alive: He's just a little baby???

[zeke-fanfucs]

I think I making a whole series of this @creatortools

Grocery store

IKEA

what next, mm?

(Also mentioned @solzticesoulz & @itsnotalliyh)

🛸 “Operation: Space IKEA”

aka: ‘They’re gonna kick us out again’

Featuring: Wyvern, Blanche, Sakura, Rosella, Ironhide, and Mammon.

⸻

“Nobody touches the displays.”

Wyvern was deadly serious as they floated out of the shuttle into the glowing maze of SPACE IKEA.

“We get a new couch, lights for the bathroom, and kitchen tools. That’s it.”

“New couch?” Blanche gasped, already kicking off toward the showroom section. “For us?? Wyvieee~”

“I’m getting more mugs,” Ironhide declared, cracking her knuckles.

“I live for tiny spoons,” Sakura added.

Rosella muttered something like, “I will eat the plastic fruit,” and walked off solemnly in the opposite direction.

Mammon? Mammon already wasn’t there.

⸻

10 Minutes In – The Descent

They were supposed to stay together.

Instead:

🛏️ Rosella was found asleep in one of the beds.

Full on knocked out, curled up under a fake blanket, a “Do Not Sit” sign used as a pillow.

Sakura found her and whispered, “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll protect you.”

She then stood at the edge of the bedroom display with a laser wrench like a guard dog. When staff approached, she said nothing—just cracked her neck slowly.

⸻

🍳 Meanwhile, in the kitchen displays…

Blanche had convinced Wyvern to act out a domestic roleplay scene.

“WHY DO YOU KEEP BUYING BLUE MUGS WHEN YOU KNOW I’M A SPRING??” Blanche fake-yelled, hurling a neon dish towel across the counter.

Wyvern rubbed his temples. “We are not doing this again, you emotionally unstable rabbit.”

Blanche pointed dramatically at an open drawer of silverware.

“I FOUND YOUR SECRET SPORKS. IS SHE A SPORK, WYVERN?”

Ironhide walked past them with a stack of lamps. “…Marriage counseling’s down the next aisle.”

⸻

🧸 Elsewhere…

Mammon was eating soft serve by the kids’ section.

He had not paid for it.

Three children sat around him like he was telling war stories. One offered him a sticker. He solemnly stuck it to his club.

⸻

30 Minutes In – Security Is Not Okay

The staff had so many questions.

• Why was there a wolf in the bed section?

• Why did a small woman with a wrench scream, “SHE’S NAPPING, LEAVE HER”?

• Why were two adults fake-divorcing in the kitchen aisle?

• Who replaced the LED lights in the mock living room with a disco strobe?

• Why was Mammon playing tag with five children and winning?

⸻

The Escape Plan

Wyvern finally gathered the team by luring them in with cheap meatball coupons.

Blanche was giggling with a fake plant under one arm.

Ironhide had an entire cart of mugs.

Sakura was dragging a groggy Rosella, who was still wrapped in a throw blanket like a tragic Victorian widow.

Mammon walked up last with two ice creams and a child’s hat that said “#1 Space Friend.”

“Let’s go,” Wyvern muttered. “Before they call the actual cops.”

⸻

Back on the Ship…car thing

They had:

• Six mugs

• Three spatulas

• A disco lamp

• An accidental lamp in the shape of Blanche’s ears

• A full couch, strapped to the roof

• And a new story to never, ever tell Wildfire or Blanche’s lawyer

Sakura flopped dramatically on the couch. “Best. Mission. Ever.”

Rosella curled beside her. “Can’t believe I napped on 90% cotton.”

Wyvern sipped space coffee and looked around at his ridiculous, chaotic, feral family

“…Next week. We try SPACE COSTCO.”

⸻

Spoiler: someone ends up in the freezer section. It’s Blanche.

[dangerousconnoisseurdonut]

Deep Space Nine... Pokemon?

OK, I admit I have a problem wherein I inevitably imagine characters of one fandom and try to imagine what kind of Pokemon they would have. We won't be getting bogged down by certain logistics like how a Copperajah would be able to move comfortably on a starship or space station so please don't enter that logistics nightmare.

Let's kick things off with Commander/Captain Sisko, aka: Captain Jesus.

I think his first Pokemon was a Horsea, given to him by his mother who we find out was a Prophet and this would be a little nod to his future where he would raise Jake on his own since sea horse males carry the young and look after them. Naturally, by the time he reaches DS9, it's a full-blown Kingdra and everyone who played Pokemon Ruby/Sapphire/Emerald, knows how annoying those can be to deal with.

Incineroar since it's the Pokemon that, to me, looks the most like a tiger - an animal that goes well with Sisko as, unlike lions, the male hunts for his mate and cubs and waits until they've eaten before he eats and considering Sisko's Dad Energy and his 'family dinners' with his crew, they seem appropriate. I can also imagine little Ben taking the garbage out of his father's restaurant, seeing a Litten trying to grab some food, and getting Fire Fanged when he tries to get closer.

Crawdaunt purely because he comes from New Orleans, it's a crawfish, and I imagine Corphish and Crawdaunt are all over the place there.

Weavile because, as a Sneasel, it helped him in the kitchen with slicing ingredients and I imagine an ice type would be as valuable in the kitchen as a good fire type.

Bisharp - same as Weavile when it was a Pawniard.

Dachsbun - a Pokemon he got from Jennifer or maybe it was Jennifer's and she gave it to him before she died. New Orleans is also known for their pastries so this sounds cute and fun for him, especially with four Dark types and a Dragon.

Jadzia Dax - The Worm Queen

Alakazam would be leftover from Curzon and a good match for a Science Officer.

Exploud - Jadzia, before she got the Symbiote, was once described as a very quiet and mousy person, so a Whismur sounds perfect for her, with it evolving into Loudred after she gets the Symbiote, and later Exploud.

Primarina - Jadzia looks like she would love a little clown like Popplio but Primarina just looks like a better match for her than something like Dewgong.

Quagsire - I don't know, but she looks like someone who would relax with one of her parties or spend the night having a staring contest with her Quagsire, only to discover the dope fell asleep with its eyes open - again.

Applin - I feel like all Trill are given an Applin as children (the worm is the actual Pokemon, not the apple we see with it), but I'm not sure what she would evolve it into as Appletun has the same energy as Quagsire, but Flapple's acidity might appeal to her Klingon loves.

Gengar - c'mon, she's a prankster and Gengar, Haunter, and Gastly are the OG prankster Pokemon.

Worf - Jadzia's Belarusian husband

Ursaring - His stepparents gave him a Teddiursa when he first came to Earth as a symbol for how small and weak he might have been feeling, but it didn't take long for he and it to become the grumpy bears they are today.

Gallade - It's honourable and a blade Pokemon; what else can I say?

Annihilape - A Pokemon that is known for it's temper and love of fighting to the point it died and came back stronger; the only fighting race better suited to this thing are the Saiyans.

Hariyama - A powerful sumo wrestler-type fighting Pokemon that Worf would enjoy testing his strength against.

Kommo-o - A fighting/dragon type perfectly matches Worf.

Abomasnow - An ice type seems appropriate for someone raised in Russia and I can see young Worf going out every day to wrestle these things, but there was one he could never defeat; when he finally did, he became a 'proper Klingon' and it joined his team.

Odo - Slimy Cop (literally)

Ditto and Zoroark - they are shapeshifting Pokemon; do I really need to elaborate?

Kira (Sisko's first adoption as his guerrilla daughter)

Gallade - a master of courtesy and swordmanship, a protector, and an honourable warrior; call me crazy, but I think a Pokemon like this would be perfect for Kira.

Gardevoir - this would appeal to the elegance Kira seldom allows herself to indulge in, to say nothing of the highly protective nature this Pokemon possesses when it comes to a worthy trainer

Mamoswine - I realize this might seem odd, but hear me out; Swinub are known for their ability to sniff things out, especially food, so this would be a good Pokemon for Bajorans to give children in the hope that they can find food for themselves. Add to the fact it's an ice type, and I imagine all Bajoran freedom fighters had at least one ice type to help them against Cardassians, who are known for despising the cold.

Medicham - A fighting/psychic type seems perfect for Kira as she's a fighter but it's balanced by her faith (it can also learn Ice Punch, which seems perfect for a Bajoran rebel).

Miles O'Brien - the man we love to watch suffer

Ampharos - Miles is an engineer and he's Irish so an electric sheep seems pretty accurate.

Conkeldurr - Strong fighting types also seem pretty standard for engineering and it's a burly fighter so that seems in line with Ireland (no stereotypes here; I'm Irish on both sides of my family).

Klinklang - Steel types are another standard engineering Pokemon, especially if they can see their trainer is about to get hurt and they take the hit instead, given the fact steel types have amazing defence stats. I can also see this little Klink teasing Miles by hiding in the bulkeads like an old-fashioned gear would have, and Miles trying to keep this little joker away from Picard.

Gogoat - This, like Dachsbun with Sisko, was a gift from Keiko who loves grass type Pokemon and there are goats in Ireland.

Camerupt - Ground types would be a good idea when working around electricity and Miles would appreciate a fire type, especially when the heat goes on the fritz on the station. It probably sleeps in Molly's room to act as a humidifier (I remember the anime episode and James had almost a dozen Numel in his room for this effect).

Torterra - Honestly, this was probably his starter as it was fast like him in his youth, but as it evolved it slowed down and engineering, despite what Kirk, Picard, and Riker think, really shouldn't be rushed as that can lead to mistakes.

Keiko O'Brien (hers is pretty simple but she doesn't get enough love so let's give her her own list, shall we?)

Meganium - A lovely Pokemon introduced in a bad region for it, Keiko would love it. Meganium also emits a soothing scent from its flower and Keiko sometimes needs a little soothing when dealing with Miles' stubbornness or insensitivity.

Venomoth - What's a botanist without a pollinator and those like Beautifly and Butterfree get too much attention; Venomoth would see toxic spores coming towards his trainer and blow them away.

Carnivine - It's easy to love a beautiful flower, but Keiko is just as interested in the plants that have some personality to them.

Arboliva - A compassionate Pokemon that shares it nutrient rich oil with weakened Pokemon; Keiko loves studying its uses and Julian sometimes asks for some of its oil to study it himself or to use on an injured Pokemon.

Vaporeon - Plants need watering and someone needed an Eeveelution ;)

Torkoal - Sounds weird, but most plants also need sunlight to thrive so its Drought ability would be just as useful and near essential as Vaporeon's watering. Turtles are also a sign of good luck in Japan, which Keiko is descended from and she often interjects her heritage when she can, such as Rivals when she gives Miles a Japanese silk scarf scented with her perfume for good luck (I can also see her having a Torkoal that's as emotional as Ash's was in the anime).

Elim Garak - not an easy man, but I'll give it a shot.

Leavanny - It literally weaves clothes for any small Pokemon it finds and I recall the first thing Ash's did when it evolved mid-battle as I recall was make clothes for Pikachu, Axew, and some wild Sewaddle who looked quite bedraggled. This might have been Tain's last 'gift' to Garak after he was exiled.

Ariados - Similar to Leavanny with it's silk, but also a little devious or am I the only one who gets "Welcome to my parlour" vibes when Garak is initially around Julian (and maybe a little afterwards)?

Amoongus - Garak was a gardener (and possibly a poisoner) so I imagine he has more than a few grass types and he would naturally prefer toxic beauty over traditional beauty. If you disagree with Amoongus, Vileplume and Victreebell are also options.

Krookodile - I imagine ground, rock, and steel types are very popular/common on Cardassia, a desert planet, so I imagine Sandile is a very common Pokemon and, considering Garak's upbringing, he probably caught his first one without any help from anyone (possibly naming it Mila?). There's also the fact that it's always smiling, like a certain tailor.

Typhlosion - This was a gift (as a Cyndaquil) from Julian after The Wire when Garak remarked how cold the station often was, so he got a Pokemon that can emit flames without it being dangerous like say a Charizard (wagging tails with open flames at the tip around fabrics - bad idea). I know Skeledirge is more reptilian in appearance, but I think Julian would want to avoid the idea of him possibly being accused of stereotyping Garak with reptiles, despite Krookodile being Garak's only other reptilian Pokemon.

And, last but certainly not least, my favourite character - Dr. Twink, er, I mean, Julian Bashir.

Gyarados - One of Julian's relatives gave little Jules a Magikarp as they all figured he couldn't get hurt from such a weak, pathetic Pokemon. Jules loved this worthless fish so much, it inspired said fish to become stronger, until one day it evolved into the atrocious Pokemon and everyone expected it to ignore Jules/Julian (he's probably been augmented by this point) but the scary fish is just as loyal as when it was a pathetic fish.

Flygon - The unnamed aunt who doted on Jules gave him a Pokemon notorious for it's (physical) slowness but powerful attack as a symbol that Jules did have his strengths, he just needed guidance in finding them (and then he was augmented, but Julian still figured out how to play to Trapinch's strengths until it became a Vibrava and then a Flygon, who learned Flamethrower to compensate for it's 4x weakness to ice).

Roserade - Julian still has trouble making friends so, when he finds a little Budew, he tries making friends with it and it's not long before it becomes a Roselia, and then a Roserade who adores its trainer (and approves of Garak who always has special grass-type treats for it)

Lucario - Another friendship evolution but Riolu sought Julian out when his aura flared at discovering the truth about his augmentations. Julian is feeling terrible but Riolu can see he has a good aura and stays with him and it's not long before it becomes a Lucario and, with its Heal Pulse, helps Julian in the infirmary while trying to make his trainer remember to eat and sleep. Garak's aura is hard for even Lucario to read and so always keeps an eye on him to protect his trainer (which Garak can appreciate).

Dracovish - Yes, one of the Frankenstein Pokemon that looks incredibly ridiculous; perhaps someone at Starfleet Academy was performing experiments on fossil Pokemon, this one escaped and found Julian, who was naturally sympathetic to someone being experimented on without consent, blew the whistle on the experiments and Dracovish refused to leave Julian so he got a fellow Frankenstein companion (who possibly likes biting him like Ash's in the anime).

And finally, Julian's ace; Mimikyu - This was the first Pokemon Jules ever caught, and he didn't need the help of Magikarp or Trapinch to get it; Jules found this Pokemon that looks like a rag doll and thought it was the cutest thing he had ever seen (after Magikarp and Trapinch of course). Mimikyu fell in love with this strange boy and vowed to always protect him; his parents did everything they could to keep the 'creepy' Pokemon away, but Mimikyu always came back, even saving Kukalaka when Amsha tried to throw him away, and acted as a nurse while Jules 'operated' and saved him. He was unable to save Jules from being augmented, but Julian still loved him, and Mimikyu became even more protective; he actually popped out of his Pokeball when Garak approached Julian, frightening some who had never seen such a Pokemon before, except for Garak who found Mimikyu adorable, but the little ghost refused to be buttered up. Mimikyu has even tried stabbing Garak (with a butter knife but he tried) and Garak finds himself enchanted by the protective Pokemon who wants to protect its trainer so badly.

And there you have it; my Pokemon teams for the main DS9 crew (I don't know Quark enough to give him anything more than Pokemon like Meowth, Impidimp, Rattata, etc). Let me know your thoughts; who do you agree on and who left you scratching your head as you wonder, 'How did she ever think Garak would have that Pokemon instead of this one?' What kind of Pokemon do you think Dukat would have?

[jevilowo]

Not sure if ive already done this. But.

Predictions for COMIC 7

CHARLES DARLING WILL BE THE FINAL ENEMY besides Helen. Trust me on this one I swear they wouldn't have brought him in if they didn't have plans. ALSO the mother of the Mann triplets (Bette Mann neé Darling) was RELATED TO HIM HE'S RELEVANT. I'm so convinced he's the one Helen made a deal with and he's going to make a grab for Mann Co.

We'll get to see Bilious Hale in a flashback and find out what happened to him. Bilious Hale, oh guy who punched coal out of mines and sat on John Wilkes Booth while other people shot at him, my beloved. I hope they don't reveal he was a bad father or anything.

A woman is nice to Ms Pauling for once and she gets a smooch. She deserves it. Hopefully it won't be a smooch from Helen (DAMN YOU 4CHAN LEAKS), the old lady's had her hired since Pauling was in her mid teens.

WE GET HORSEMANN LORE! this is just wishful thinking on my part the Horsemann makes me insane. Shout out to Silas Mann fr. If he doesn't show up, I hope they at least acknowledge or reference him. I swear they had plans for him back in 2010. Which they then immediately abandoned in favour of developing Mann vs Machine.

Spydad reveal. Pretty much a given. No need to elaborate. I hope Scout’s mother shows up I love her.

Demo gets something important to do! He's only been there for comedic bits so far really, so I think he deserves some Serious Plot Stuff.

Build up to and cop out on Pyro face reveal. The whole thing of Pyro's character is the mystery, so I think the funniest way to go about a face reveal would be for us to only see the team's reactions and have them all react very differently e.g. Scout vomits, Demo gives them the thumbs up, Spy starts taking horrified notes, Engie looks vaguely lovestruck, Saxton Hale expresses annoyance that they aren't actually *insert obsucure species of something here* like he thought.

CONAGHER LORE!! By which I mean Engie shows up and has a chat with Fred about Radigan and immortality and whatnot. Fred has to have been spared from the bloodshed for a reason, right?

Classic Medic shows up! Or they confirm he is dead. Or they confirm he is Pyro which is a funny theory I read once but sincerely doubt. Maybe they'll pull a Bea and have him have been a girl the whole time.

I have a crackpot theory that Helen/Elizabeth is actually Bette Mann (again, mother of the Mann triplets), and while it's unlikely to be true, it would genuinely be so funny if I'm right so WATCH THIS SPACE. My main reasoning is Helen started her Australium search the year the triplets were born, aka the year Bette DIED, and also Bette is a nickname for Elizabeth. Also also it adds to my theory that she will team up with Charles Darling, who is, as I've already said, related to Bette.

Olivia gets to do something important also. Saying this bc she's mostly been a prop so far. I'm manifesting a sideplot where she summons the Horsemann to beat up Charles Darling for her.

Merasmus returns! Last we saw he was arrested, but Jay Pinkerton really likes his Soldier/Merasmus interactions so chances of him coming back are high.

There will be a joke like "geez it feels like it's been seven years since we beat grey mann" and a panel where everyone just lets that process before going back to plot stuff

Chances are, a new comic after so many years means there will be new writers, and the fandom has changed quite a bit since the last one. There will be SUBLIMINAL SPEEDING BULLET SHIPPING. There will be MORE FOCUS THAN IS REALLY NECESSARY on Scout. SOMEONE WILL THEY/THEM PYRO which sounds great actually you know what I forgot where I was going with this godspeed.

ZHANNASOLDIER WEDDING FINALE!!!

[emperor-kumquat]

HAIII, I watch your content and think i love your videos :33 I also have a question to ask you, Is Strongarm,Steeljaw or any of the others bots in mercy except sideswipe? or theyre just minding their own business and doing whatever?

Hi and thank you!

I would like to include Strongarm as the mentee to one of the Autobot police characters to explain her early passion for police work. So far I was considering Prowl to explain her stiff attitude about laws. I was also thinking of giving Nightra to Barricade to be his kid. Steeljaw I haven't imagined a purpose for yet, but animalistic Decepticons from RID2015 are cameoed in Space Adventure and a reason is given as to why they are so weird and crazy!

Dropforge (the Minicon cop) and Blastwave (the mute Autobot) are in Monstrous Heart as officers. I'm also considering putting in Windblade and Drift and his Minicons. The seven Weaponizer Minicons still exist and are in Darkmount (leading to the storyline with angel Starscream)

Mercy doesn't canonize the events of RID2015. Instead, RID2015 is explained as fiction written by the cop Sunstreaker for his kid, Fastlane (aka Sideswipe Jr). He puts the cop kids "Sideswipe" and Strongarm as the main characters on a fun adventure with Bumblebee, other police officers, and Optimus. Optimus will not return in Mercy (and not Megatronus either!).

Now although the events of RID2015 won't really happen, its concepts and characters will still be used!

[musingsofahistorymajor]

As of yesterday I have officially been at my job for a whole year!! Woo!!

In honor of this milestone I thought I'd share some fun things from my job at the natural history museum that I've encountered:

Singing the Oscar Meyer jingle for a large group of people because the astronomer has a song about Isaac Newton that goes to that tune but they couldn't remember how the original went. So I ended up singing it myself for them. Twice. From across the hall.

New job title: Dinosaur Handler. We have an puppet/animatronic Dinosaur that we have use during special events and I was trained on how to be a handler for it. AKA make sure the person inside the puppet doesn't walk into a wall and that the public doesn't punch it in the butt.

Met so many fun animal ambassadors from the Wildlife Center like the albino raccoon and the porcupine who both paints and dances and cute turtles and a pack of coyotes and a possum named Tumble

The coyotes all start to howl whenever sirens pass by the museum

I learn so much fun space things from our astronomers just by eavesdropping on their programs. I'm starting to get pretty good at recognizing constellations! Did you know there is a dachshund constellation?

Got yelled at by a guy who said he worked on the skeletal structures of some of our taxidermy animals and he wanted to see them but those are currently being placed inside our new galleries which were still a construction zone at the time and not open to the public yet. He had no appointment. He got furious when we told him he couldn't go in. We had to call the cops on him.

Total Solar Eclipse party in the square. Was SUCH a blast. I had so much fun and the eclipse was INSANE. Won't forget that any time soon.

Giving directions is never boring when you get to say things like "make a right at the sauropod" and "head towards the gems case" and "the bathrooms are near the moon rock".

Having to tell a guest that came in dressed like he just walked out of Game of Thrones, cloak and all, that he couldn't bring his sword in the building, he'd have to leave it in his car.

Being able to take time to sketch the skulls in the display cases around me when it's slow at work is wonderful

I'm already tired of answering the question "is that (insert specimen here) real?" When the plaque next to it says if it is a cast or replica or not

Got asked if that staircase went upstairs.....Where else would it go?

The phone call asking me if he can talk to a paleontologist about "the new species of dinosaur" he found in his backyard. Guys he found a deer skeleton.

The cheeseburger scavenger hunt!

We were given pride lanyards and pins by upper management for pride month and nothing made me feel more safe and happy about where I've chosen to work. The whole staff is full of lbgtq+ people and I love that this museum recognizes it. I had many patrons during Pride Month recognize my lanyard and the line and either flat out say that love it or give me a very knowing smile and visibly relax. Yes, you are safe here!

During the eclipse week I had a lady tell me she was worried because she thought the occultists would use the eclipse to open a portal and unleash hell. Looking at the state of the country now, maybe she was onto something 🤔

Watching creationists in the evolutionary exhibits is....something else.

Little kids and dinosaurs. I love it. They're so cute when they walk in and see the giant haplocanthosaurus greeting them.

One kid called it a "broccli-saurus" 🥦 🦕

The one kid who walked around to each specimen and went "WHOA!" at each one.

The little boy who came up to me and shyly asked if things come to life at night. His mom behind him look like she's trying not to laugh. I leaned down to his height and said in a very conspiratorially voice told him that actually yes and we all play fetch with Balto after work and Happy tells us all goodbye when we leave for the day. He was so excited he ran to his sister and told her "THEY ALL COME TO LIFE AT NIGHT!" It was so adorable.

The little girl who made a kitty cat (her words) at our origami activity station and then went around the whole museum showing every. Started with me, then the stranger behind me, then the taxidermy bald eagle on display, then the giant dinosaur, then my coworker down the hall. It was adorable.

People asking me where a certain specimen is and they are standing right in front of it.

My coworkers are releasing a paper in the next couple of months and I know what it's on and I'm very very excited to read it because even though I know the subject matter they can't tell me the conclusions but I want to know! IT'S VERY EXCITING! I'm excited about their conclusions and I'm excited that they are getting to publish a paper on it!! It's awesome!

Had a guy and his wife leave the museum after an hour and as he left he shouted at me "Any more blood, sweat or DNA you guys need for me to see the things my tax dollars pay for!?" I thought he was joking cause what a ridiculous statement but he was dead serious and left the building telling everyone on his way out how much we charge for everything.

One of my new coworkers who is in charge of all media in the museum used to work on Blues Clues and STEVE VISITED THE MUSEUM WHILE I WAS WORKING!! We were all more excited about his visit than a very famous local sports player who visited like a month earlier. I watched grown ass adults come running downstairs giggling and asking "did he come by here? Where's Steve?" It was amazing.

Every parent who encourages their littles ones to ask me their questions always make my day. Yes little one I would be so happy to answer your question! I had one little girl who was terrified to ask me but her mom was so great with her and I did my best to be as non threatening as possible and we were patient and the little girl came up and asked me if she could have a second hand stamp. To which I was enthusiastically said yes and she was so happy and her mom was so proud of her. It made my day. I've had lots of other kids after that but she'll always stick in my memory

That time I dropped an entire stack of attached blank tickets and it tumbled to the ground in a heap and several patrons came over to help me gather them up. That was so nice of them.

It's surprisingly hard to explain what a planetarium is to someone who has never heard of a planetarium.

And so much more. I honestly really love this job. It's been a blast so far. It's not perfect and I get frustrated with some problems that the whole museum field has but working in a museum is never boring and this is the first place I've worked where I truly see a future for myself. I have options and hope that I can move up into the collections department some day. Hell, two collections managers heard about my experience and degrees and told me they want me to come downstairs when they are accepting volunteers or hiring again.

[instantpansies]

hiiii so i just started getting into sfth (aka I watched all 3 of the full length shows in a day) but now ive watched the full length shows im not really sure what to watch next, do you have any recommended reading (watching)?

ohohohoHOHO YESSS ONE OF US

ok wow the full length shows are an awesome place to start!! you get a sense of all the different things they do.

if you like the games from the first half, you can't go wrong with any of the others they have posted. my favorites are freeze tag and genre, and they're all really good. the most recent genre is excellent

if you like the longforms, ooough it's really up to you!! you've got 43 now to choose from!!

if you liked beetroots and murder (from huge), you might like the neighbour's under the bed (#21), the evil make-a-wish kid (#25), the milkman (#22), death for a dollar (#43), or the cardboard stegosaurus (#16): family/realism dramas with a lot of heart and character development - except #21 which is mainly just chaos but in a similar vein to beetroots and murder, imo.

if you liked murders in space (from west end big boys), you might like the leftenmost window (#20), burglary and bobsledding (#35), moist and magical (#34), the dark moons of slough (#4), or strange noises from the hole in the wall (#40), along with ones mentioned above: to be honest i'm just going off vibes?? murders in space is not my favorite longform and i haven't seen it as many times. but these are all sort of weird plays with some defined enemy, a confined setting, and/or a supernatural kind of thing going on. idk. tbh murders reminds me the most of beetroots haha

if you liked the detective vs the christmas tree bandits (from jingle boys), you might like no! i always loved that caravan (#14), toby's secret pocket (#36), the midnight mystery (#10), long johns - strike (#5), divorces and teddy bears (#43), or the phantom of hornchurch (#38): these ones feature compelling leads, detective/cop drama, and/or iconic tom and luke duos.

ok that's...a lot. not even all of them!!! my personal favorites are BUS (#12), the oopsie daisy bulge (#7), wild wet and worrisome (#15), the neighbour's under the bed (#21), and strange noises from the hole in the wall (#40). i hope this is somewhat helpful lmao!!!!! enjoy :3

[irbcallmefynn]

Click for higher quality btw :P

to coincide with the new lore for my truesona, a new ref! i've kinda combined the non-plush and plush designs cause that's kinda what i'd been doing a good chunk of the time.

big fan of the outfit i did here tho it's awesome and i want it real :3

ID under the cut because it's probably too long for the actual image ID space

Ref Sheet for my Truesona, a tan anthro plushie wolfdog with notably large paws and tail. She is wearing a loose, dark purple, off the shoulder shirt with brighter reddish pink accents and a heart emblem of the same color. straps on the shoulder, possibly from a bra, are visible. her tummy is also exposed. It is also wearing a black skirt with accents in the same reddish pink as on the shirt. It's also wearing a bright, candy red collar. Plush also has dark purple eyeshadow.

The Text below reads: Fynn (aka Fynni) [my signature] She/It/Plush Semi-Living Plushie Wolfdog (happy to be other things, though!) Likes: Quiet, Soft Things, Sweets, Video Games, Cursed Artifacts, Potions Dislikes: Crowds, The Dark, Heights, Sharp Objects, Tight Clothes, Cops Height: 1 Meter (~3'4") Paws: Weighted with Lava Sand

The bottom right has small doodles of a heart, collar, potion bottle, and canine plush. Additionally, pride flags for Transgender, Therian, Polyamorous, Lesbian, Sex Repulsed, and Demiromantic are shown

Second image is same as the first, but with the clothing removed

[dehydrated-turtle]

Sketchy Motel and Midnight Jerking

//warnings// smut, nsfw, 16+, mdni

//contents// Dick Grayson x transmasc!reader, trans reader, masturbation, one bed, transmasc reader

//synopsis// You, a detective are working with your long time friend, Dick Grayson, aka Nightwing on a case but when you get to the stakeout motel, they only have one room with the one bed. One thing leads to another... wc - 3.2k

//on ao3//

Driving to the outskirts of Blüdhaven, you and Dick were on your merry way to start a steakout on some drug dealers that have been selling tainted drugs to kids. Nightwing had gotten a “tip” (he beat up a thug) that the ring leader was staying in a sketchy house on the outskirts. Lucky for you guys, there was an even sketchier motel across the street that had a perfect view from the windows, spectacular for surveillance. 

You had become Dick’s go to cop in ‘haven after you “proved yourself” working on another case with him. You slowly became really close friends and being one of the best detectives in your precinct, you found out his secret identity, bringing the two of you even closer. 

“Looks like we’re pulling up to it now.” Dick says, turning the steering wheel and pulling into a gravel parking lot. The motel looked like it was on the verge of being abandoned, eaves troughs hanging down off the roof, clear water damage from outside , doors with no handles, and shingles missing from the roof. 

“Quaint.” you sigh, taking a good look at the building as Dick parks the car. 

“C’mon, let's get a room and set up surveillance, I wanna get it up and running as soon as possible.” 

You unbuckle your seatbelt and step out of the car onto the rough parking lot gravel, too cheap to get pavement I guess. As you keep looking at the state of the building, you follow Dick to the check-in office to get a room. 

As you walk in the door, a little bell jingles above your heads and a short, raven haired woman comes out from the back room. 

“What can I do you for?” 

“Uh, a room preferably.” Dick said with a chuckle and his signature friendly smile. You’ve seen him use it on kids who were in danger or to colleagues of yours. 

“Alright, let's see here…” She turned around to the wall that’s not so full of keys, “I’ve got one room left. Just a heads up, there’s only one bed so you two boys are going to have to share.” She hands Dick the key. 

“How could you only have one room, the parking lot was empty?” He says, looking at the key. 

“I dunno what to tell you kid, you see any more keys on this wall? How long?” 

He looks over at you nervously, “Uh, 4 nights.” He says while the woman taps something into her computer and Dick taps his card on the debit machine so your four nights are all paid for. No taking this out for company charges because it’s technically not a case. At least an official one. 

The two of you walk back out the jingly door and up the steps to try and find your room, 204. The door seemed tattered and like it had been beaten down in the past but at least the lock worked once you got in. Just as the woman said, one bed, queen sized so at least you could have your own space and not be practically on top of eachother. 

“Ok I’m going to go get some of the bags from the car, wanna help?” You say, walking to the door. 

“Sure, sure.” He replies, hurrying to the door and following you close behind. 

After you bring up all of your luggage and the many, many bags and cases of surveillance equipment, Dick flops down on the bed with a heaving sigh. You place the last case on the floor near the window and walk over to the bed as well, sitting on the opposite side as Dick. 

“I really don’t want to set all the stuff up right now. Maybe we can just set it up tomorrow morning, first thing.” Dick groans, turning onto his side to face you. 

“Yeah, it’s getting dark anyway, might as well get ready for bed.” You get off the bed and head toward your suitcase to get out a change of clothes and your toiletries bag before making your way to the bathroom. Said bathroom is disgusting but that’s not surprising, you just avoid the corners and don’t swallow the water. You change into your PJs which are really just a hoodie and a pair of shorts. You leave the room and walk back to your suitcase to pull out your phone charger and plug it into the wall. 

You ignore Dick as he gets his stuff out–just the same as you–and shuts the door to the bathroom as you crawl under the covers which seem to be relatively clean, at least they smell freshly washed. You lay on your side facing the bathroom door, scrolling on your phone when Dick comes out, wearing a tee shirt and boxers. You give him a surprised look and he responds, 

“Forgot my pants.” 

“Sure you did, or you just wanted me to see how much you’re packing.” You say teasingly with a smile. You mean it as a joke but he still flushes nonetheless and turns away. Odd. He pulls his pair of sweats on over his boxers and comes back to the bed. He lifts the covers and scoots underneath. For a second your legs brush ever so slightly. 

“Sorry,” he says, rather frantically. Also odd. 

“Oh, no it’s ok.” You look up at him, he's still so flushed. “Ok, I’m going to sleep, I’m beat. G’night, Dick.” You roll over and snuggle into the pillow. 

“‘Night…” He replies, also shuffling into a more comfortable position to sleep in. 

You don’t really remember falling asleep but you definitely remember waking up: you had apparently rolled over again because now you were facing inward. You were woken by some soft noises coming from beside you. You’re still not sure what it is because you’re still half asleep but as you open your eyes slowly, you have a perfect view of Dick’s dick, glistening in the moonlight. You don’t want to make it weird so you just stay perfectly still, watching him jerk off. 

His soft, quiet moans and whimpers make your boxers absolutley soiled, you try not to make any moans yourself. The squelching of his wet cock ringing in your ears making it extremely hard not to intervene. The bed starts to rock just slightly as he pumps his hand up and down, pulling him closer to a climax. You can’t see his face, with the way your head is, so you know he can’t see your eyes so you just keep watching, waiting until he’s done so as to not make it awkward for him until… 

He says your name. 

Amidst his moans and squealing whimpers, your name is whispered along with a string of profanities. His hand starts to move faster and his voice, louder. You want to intervene more than ever, now knowing that he’s jerking it to you and, by the looks of it, he’s about to cum. 

But what if you misheard. 

What if he’s thinking of someone else. 

What if he wouldn’t want you to touch him. 

Too many risks. 

His hand stutters and he squeals as you watch him cum all over his lower abdomen, rivers of white, pouring out of his tip. He lets out a sigh and dips his fingers into the cum on his abs, bringing it up to his mouth. You squeeze your legs together, trying desperately to feel something on your throbbing clit without arousing suspicion that you’re awake. 

He slides out of bed and heads toward the bathroom, nothing on his lower half so you watch his perfect ass as he walks away. There goes your opportunity. 

You roll over and try to go to sleep but the image of his pristine cock keeps popping up every time you close your eyes, shimmering and jumping in his hand. Fantasies come to mind, you sucking away at it, bouncing on it for hours, maybe adding a vibrator to the mix before he comes back through the bathroom door. You can only imagine what his soft cock looks like as he comes back, rebounding between his perfectly toned thighs before he puts his pants back on. You feel him crawl back into the bed, pausing for a moment before sliding down into the covers. After a couple of minutes, you fall back asleep again. 

This time you wake up to Dick’s hand on your shoulder and his voice pulling you out of your REM. You were facing him again, but this time one of his thighs was between yours and your hips were rolling against it. 

“Welcome back to the land of the living. I was going to leave you be but… you said my name, thought maybe I should intervene so, I dunno, you could get the most out of it?” He looks really flushed again but this time he’s keeping eye contact. He did what you couldn’t, little fucker. You’re too tired to really know what’s happening so you just keep rolling and let out a whimpering moan. “Is that a yes?” He asks, lifting your chin so you meet his eyes. All you do is nod. “I’m going to need a verbal confirmation.” 

“ Please just fuck me.” You slur, your eyes lidded and heavy still, but not until Dick takes your lips into a deep and sensuous kiss, rolling his hips along with yours, cock hard and so very ready. The pheromones are practically flying around the room. You moan gutteraly into the kiss as you feel his cock jump against your lower abdomen. Dick’s lips leave yours and start to travel along your neck, down to where your hoodie starts. 

“Mind if I take this off?” he asks, so sweetly. 

“No…” You reply, sitting up and lifting it off your torso and throwing it onto the ground. He pushes you by the shoulder so you’re laying back on the bed before he straddles your hips and kisses the nape of your neck. His kisses take a long journey, peppering and fluttering all the way down your chest, abs, and stomach before getting to the waistband of your shorts. 

“This ok?” he asks, looking up at you with those precious puppy dog eyes but genuinely asking. 

“Mhm.” you whine as he pulls down your shorts underneath your ass, off your legs, and onto the floor with your shirt. He places a kiss on your pelvic bone before looking up at you again with those beautiful dark blue eyes, looking for more confirmation, how much could he possibly need. You nod nonetheless and he licks a stripe up your folds, slowing down as he reaches your growth and you let out a soft whimper. You see him smile before going whole hog and taking your clit into his mouth, sucking vigorously. Your head hits the pillow as you moan out loudly before slapping your palm to your lips in an effort to stifle it. 

“Mm-mm, no, honey… I wanna hear you.” Dick whispers, pulling away from your core making you whine into your palm again before he reaches up toward you and pulls your hand away by your wrist before going back down on you. 

He pushes your thighs apart, massaging them as well while he slides his tongue into your leaking hole. You gasp at the sudden stretching and clench down on his tongue. He curls up and hits a certain spot which makes you all the more loud, he responds with a moan of his own, vibrating into your core. He takes his tongue back out to lick fast circles on your hardened growth and alternate with sucking. His actions are fast and spirited, making your inner thighs shake as your eyes roll back. A familiar heat growing in the depths of your abdomen, your hand snaps to the back of Dick’s head, pushing him down then pulling on his hair. His eyes look up and land on you, making eye contact as he lifts his hand to find yours, intertwining your fingers with his and squeezing three times. That pushed you over the edge. 

You had been mercilessly pining for Dick for ages now and the lewd acts were almost too much let alone him basically telling you he loves you. You just nearly scream out his name as you fall over the cliff of your climax, squirming under his mouth and his muscular arms resting on your thighs. 

“‘Atta boy…” He whispers against the skin of your inner thighs, leaving open mouthed kisses along them along with some bruising ones. “You really have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this.” he nuzzles into the crook of your leg, breathing in your scent as you play gently with his hair. All you can do in your post orgasm haze is hum in acknowledgement. 

With a singular kiss on your thigh, Dick sits up between them and starts to pull the hem of his shirt over his head. You had almost forgotten that he had been fully clothed the whole time you had been completely naked. His abs flexing as the collar of his shirt comes over his head and his biceps relaxing as he brings his arms back down. He tosses it gently onto the floor beside the bed and you take this time to admire his physique. 

You try to sit up to touch his bare chest but he pushes you back down, shoving your shoulder so you fall back bouncing onto the bed. He kisses your collarbone, leaving more maroon bruises on your skin as you tug at the hair on the nape of his neck and planting a kiss on the top of his head. You can feel Dick rutting into your thigh as he massacres your collarbone, whimpering softly. 

“Dick…” you whisper, “I need you. I need to feel you inside me, please .” 

“Oh, I was planning on it.” He says with a smug smile looking up at you. 

He sits back up, slides off the bed, and pulls off his sweats and boxers, you watch his cock spring free and slap his lower abdomen gently which makes you clench. He pumps his dick a few times before coming back onto the bed. You lock eyes with him and he sends you a genuine smile before spreading your legs again. He lets some spit fall onto his hand then coats his head with it before lining up with your entrance, swiping a line up your wet folds. He tilts his head as he does so and smiles again before looking back at you and pushing in slowly. He wants to make sure you feel every bit of this. 

He lets out a deep exhale as he bottoms out, gently. You stretch out your arms, reaching for his skin and touching his waist slowly massaging the flesh. Your hands travel along his body as he starts to move inside you, cock jumping ever so slightly but enough that you could feel it deep inside your guts. The stretch was so perfect, not nearly enough to hurt but just so that you could feel it pushing at your walls. 

“Hm, look at you… taking my cock so well.” he whispers almost to himself with his head still tilted, looking at your cunt. His fingers start to dance on your clit, toying at it and smiling another time because you just can’t stop clenching on his dick. 

He quickens his pace, balls now slapping against your flesh and moans being thrown around the room carelessly. He falls forward, catching himself with an arm right beside your head, his other hand palming at your sides, holding you steady. Your fingers now wandering along his back and arms, gripping desperately to anything you could get your hands on. 

His hand reaches your jawline and he looks right into your eyes before taking your lips into his, sliding his tongue past them and mingling with yours. He moans tenderly against your mouth as he relentlessly pounds into your cervix. With a wet pop, he breaks the kiss, panting heavily against your skin before he sits back up. He presses his palm down onto the flesh right above your pelvic bone. 

“Oh, fuck .” he whines, apparently the action had given you both an intense sensation, the pressure was immaculate and he just went slightly faster, pounding into spots of your walls you didn’t know could be pleasured or even reached for that matter. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum, shit-” 

“Don’t you dare pull out- OH FUCK.” The comment had made Dick’s cock twitch, sending him over the edge, spilling into you. The white rivers of cum pouring into your canal, ebbing and flowing, painting your insides white, leaking out onto the sides of his dick. Now he might be sensitive but he’s not stopping until you cum on his cock. He keeps pounding until you’re a shaking mess, moaning his name. 

“Such a good boy, cumming for me… clenching around my cock, so sweet.”

His thrusts slowly come to a halt, delicately pulling out and watching as his cum pours out of your hole. He dips his fingers into the mess and brings them to his lips, licking the cum off of them just like he had done in the middle of the night except this time you could see his mouth and he was looking right at you. The lewd act makes you whine before he bends down to your cunt again and lapps up his and your own juices from your leaking hole. He flattens his tongue and licks all the way up your core, tasting all of you before focusing more on your clit, sucking and circling with his tongue. 

After a couple of moments, he slides a finger into your hole, curling up and hitting your sensitive g-spot. He pumps this finger for a while while still sucking and bobbing his head ever so slightly before adding another finger and curling them repeatedly and with vigour. Your sensitivity causes you to gasp at the sudden intense pleasure, moaning Dick’s name and pulling at his hair. An unfamiliar sensation arises in your core, a sort of pressure and your stomach tightening. Before you knew it, there was a waterfall of clear liquid gushing up from your cunt, falling onto the bed and you. Dick looked at you in awe with a disbelieving smile and a little chuckle, completely soaked as well by your orgasm. 

“Fuck, I’ve never done that before… my god, you’re soaked.” You say, sitting up and brushing his hair out of his face before pulling him in for a kiss. 

“I’m just glad to know I make you feel good.” 

“Spectacular, even-” you’re cut off by your alarm going off meant to wake you up so you can set up the surveillance equipment. “Shit, we still have a perp to catch. Wanna come help me set up then maybe we can go out so they can change the sheets.” 

“What a great idea, maybe we should shower first, no? I’m kinda soaked already.” 

“Sounds good to me.”